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Wear my name, be my girl

Theo, Blaise, Draco, Enzo and Mattheo

Bonus: Regulus Black (Marauders era)

An innocent laugh with the Weasley twins before the quidditch game gets someone jealous. When he intervenes it becomes clear that he wants you to wear his jacket and be his girl.

Thanks to this request!

I kinda processed the request wrong in my brain and instead of just writing for Theo and Mattheo, I wrote it for all of them. I wanted to write for Tom II Riddle but he doesn’t give me quidditch vibes, so I’m sorry no Tom. Also, not to sure about this piece, but I did have fun writing this. Anyways hopefully you have fun reading it.

For the Regulus Black bonus you can skip the intro.

It was a sunny, but chilly day. You breathe in the fresh air and head for the quidditch stadium. You arrived at the entrance and looked over to see if your friends were already at your regular spot, not noticing that a certain slytherin was staring at you. The slytherin team had just finished warming up when you arrived and he was about to get off his broom and leave his friends when the Weasley twins approached you.

“Early bird are we?” Fred sings as he sees you scanning the stands. You nod and smile, happy to have found someone you know. “Apparently too early, my friends aren’t here yet.” Fred chuckles and takes a step closer. “We’re here. We’ll keep you company.” George senses someone staring and looks over to the slytherins. “Yeaah. That might cost us the freaking game.” You and Fred look a bit confused at George’s words, so he points in the direction of the slytherins “Your boyfriend doesn’t seem too pleased with us.” You follow his finger and you can’t help but blush, before quickly looking away. “Not my boyfriend.” You chuckle. Unfortunately.

“Mind telling him that.” Fred jokes. “Hermoine told us he’s crazy obsessed with you always trying to impress you and stuff.” You shake your head at George’s words. “Don’t believe everything she says.” Fred smiles, noticing the slight blush on your face. “She says he’s answering questions during class faster than she can.” George says and Fred immediately follows. “And let’s not forget that whenever he flies near you he’s always doing cool tricks to get your attention.” George nods in agreement. “This game is going to be a curse, since he’s going to be even more arrogant and more eager to win.” Fred looks back to you. “And the way he’s staring daggers right now. That’s just unhealthy behavior.” You lick your lips and smile as the twins complain. “You guys really don’t like him?” Fred and George are baffled by your ridiculous question. “No, we don’t like him at all.” They both sing with humor as they state the obvious, making you laugh so hard you place a hand on your chest.

Theodore

You were too busy laughing to notice Theodore walk over to you, but the Weasley’s do see him and quickly say their goodbyes. You look up at Theodore when he stops next to you, but continues to stare at Fred and George with dead eyes. “Please, don’t curse them.” You chuckle and make Theo look at you. “What were you talking about? You know they’re just fools, no good knuckleheads.” You stare at him through your lashes, judging him with your eyes only. He sighs and throws his head to the side. “Maybe I’m overreacting but I don’t want them to get the wrong idea.” Your expression changes as you think for a moment. “What do you mean?” Theodore shrugs. “If you’re always nice to them they might think you like them.”

You frown for a second. “But I do like them.” Theodore rolls his eyes, a bit annoyed by how oblivious you were. “I mean like as in really really like them.” You chuckle at the suggestion. “Theo, we’re talking about Fred and George. We’re really just friends. And don’t tell me that guys and girls can’t be friends, because we’re friends.” His face goes blank and you struggle to figure out what he’s thinking. After a few seconds Theo presses his lips into a line. “Right, of course.” Theodore almost wants to reach for his chest as he feels his heart squeeze. Arm I stuck in the friendzone? How did I end up in the friendzone? He tries to shake the insecure feeling that slowly creeps up on him, but just then he notices Fred and George looking your way and snickering.

“Uhm, silly idea, but how about you wear this for good luck and to make sure that nobody bothers you again.” You watch him carefully take off his jacket and feel yourself get flustered at the idea of wearing a jacket with the name Nott on it. A nervous laugh rolls over your lips. “People will think something is going on between us. Earlier George already referred to you as my boyfriend.” You bite your lip softly after saying that last bit and Theodore can’t help but wonder if you would like him to be your boyfriend. He definitely wants to be yours. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smirks when he notices you blushing at his words. He takes a step closer to you and watches your pretty face heat up a little more as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders.

You slip your arms in the sleeves and allow yourself to get comfortable. You scan Theo’s face in an attempt to figure out what he’s thinking about, but just then Mattheo, who was running late, enters the stadium. As he passes you he notices you’re wearing Theo’s jacket. “Finally won her over, Notty-boy? About time.” Mattheo jokes and wants to ruffle Theo’s hair, but Theodore angrily pushes his hand away and gives Mattheo a scowl. Mattheo just laughs and walks over to the rest of the team to get scolded by Draco for being late. Theo continues to stare at Mattheo, cursing his friend and avoiding you. You watch Theodore as he refuses to look at you and you’re forced to take a step closer to get his attention. “Just ignore him.” Theo says with a sigh and you smile before looking down at your fidgeting hands. When you look up after a few seconds you’ve made up your mind and shake your head. “No, I won’t ignore it. How about you explain what he meant by ‘finally won her over’.”

Your eyes don’t leave Theodore’s face and a nervous hand moves through his messy hair. His tongue moves over his lips as he searches for the right words. “Let’s just say, I wouldn’t mind if people thought you were my girlfriend, because I like that idea.” You take another step closer to him and look at him with teasing eyes. “You like that idea of…” A smile tugs on his lips as he notices you get closer and urge him to confess. “I like the idea of you being my girlfriend.” A ridiculously happy smile spreads on your lips. “I must say I like that idea as well.” You try to sound as calm as possible, teasing him a little more, but your excitement is obvious. A soft laugh escapes his lips and he quickly reaches for your face holding you for a passionate kiss. When you break the kiss, his lips stay close to yours as you drown in each other’s eyes. “You should go back to your team before Draco freaks out.” He ignores your words and brushes over your bottom lip to ask for another intense kiss. “Just a few more kisses for good luck.”

Blaise

When Blaise approaches you three with his serious demeanor all laughter goes quiet and the twins awkwardly say their goodbyes. As soon as they’re out of sight you turn towards Blaise, who’s frowning in the direction they left. “Don’t worry they’re just being friendly.” He huffs, before finally turning towards you. “Trust me, no guy is ever just friendly.” You frown, before a smirk starts to tug on your lips. “Oh, so every guy has an agenda?” Blaise nods, his eyes still dark with jealousy. “Yes.” He answers without thinking it through and still glancing over in the direction of Fred and George. “So what’s yours?” You ask cheekily, happy that he got caught in your little trap and you cross your arms as you stare up at him. Immediately he looks at you and realizes what he said. You notice a hint of nervousness glimmer in his eyes as he averts his eyes and chuckles.

“Maybe not all guys. All Gryffindor guys. And Matt, he has like three agendas. And Enzo but his agenda is obvious, dude flirts with everyone.” Blaise tries to change the topic by ridiculing his friends. “But you don’t have a secret agenda?” You ask, not pleased with his answer. “Nope.” He tries to sound casual, but his brain is working on an excuse to leave, because he could feel himself heat up. You chuckle. “Good, because for a moment there I thought you were jealous.” Blaise forces an awkward laugh. “Nah. Why would I be?” You take a step closer and bite your lip. “I don’t know, it’s not like we’re dating.” Blaise nods, but there’s a hint of disappointment in his eyes. We’re not dating. I’m very much aware. No need to shove it in my face.

“Anyways, I better get going. Cedric’s waiting for me.” You make up on the spot, hoping to confirm your suspicion. “Cedric?” Blaise’s voice raises a bit, making his displeasure obvious. You try to suppress your cheeky smile and nod seriously. Blaise quickly realizes that he has no reason to keep you away from Cedric, but he hates the idea of you spending the entire game cosying up next to that damn hufflepuff.

Luckily Blaise’s brain comes up with the perfect plan. “Yeah, uhm, but before you go- I was just up there and it gets pretty cold, so… here take this and uhm be sure to wear it so you stay warm.” You can no longer contain your smile as Blaise takes off his jacket and hands it to you. You hold the jacket and stare at the letters forming his name. “Isn’t it weird that I’m wearing this? I mean we’re just friends.” Thanks for the reminder, not necessary. “Friends can wear jackets with their friend’s name on them.” Blaise argues and you laugh softly as you put on his jacket. “I’ve never seen you wear Draco’s.” He loved you wearing his jacket and couldn’t help but stare, ignoring your counter argument. “Would it really be so bad if people thought we were more than friends?” Blaise suddenly blurs, still adoring you in his jacket. He needed to know, because he wanted you to be his girl and wear his name every game, and maybe even have his name one day.

You close the last bit of space between you two, so you’re now almost pressed against him. It’s then that he realizes his feelings might not be one sided. You meet his eyes and with a soft voice you speak up. “No, it wouldn’t-” You fall silent when Blaise tilts your chin up. “And would it be so bad if we were more than friends?” You gently shake your head no and he leans in to kiss you tenderly. “Took you a while.” You tease when the kiss breaks and he smiles. “Shut up.” He whispers, before kissing you again and wrapping his arms around him.

You both break the kiss when you hear the slytherin team cheer for Blaise and you. You look over to them and chuckle. Blaise pulls you against his chest. “How about you wear that jacket to every game and I go search for some new friends.” You laugh at the last bit and press your lips against his. “Don’t worry, if I can have you and your jacket, I’ll gladly make peace with your merry band of idiots.” Blaise leans in for another kiss, but is interrupted by Draco’s yelling. “Hey! You should be preparing for the game.” Blaise rolls your eyes. “Minus Draco.” You joke and Blaise raises his eyebrows in agreement. “One last kiss for good luck?”

Draco frowns in annoyance as you and Blaise kiss for what feels like minutes. “They’re gonna have to part at some point right?” Enzo joins Draco. “I don’t know if I got to kiss her, I wouldn’t need air either.”

Draco

You’re too busy laughing with the twins to notice an agitated Draco strut over to you. It’s only when he literally pushes them aside that you meet his eyes. “Can you fools stop bothering her.” He snaps, his voice poisonous, and you cross your arms looking at Draco with a stern look. “They were not bothering me.” Draco huffs, thinking he clearly knows better than you. “They are always bothering you, talking to you for no reason.” Fred and George snicker. “Like you.” Draco looks at them with disgust and wrinkles his nose, before turning his face towards you. “Walk with me.” He demands with a calm and surprisingly gentle voice.

As soon as you're a few steps away from the Weasleys you meet his eyes with a stern look. “What was that for?” You snap and Draco drops his head knowing that you hated it when he was unkind to your friends. “I was saving you. They were clearly flirting.” You shake your head. “There’s no need for you to be so protective of me.” Draco moves closer to you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yes, I do. You’re sweet, innocent and ridiculously beautiful. If I don’t watch over you… you’ll end up with the wrong type of guy.” You soften, knowing that his concern for you is genuine. “I know you mean well, Draco, but can’t you be a little less aggressive.” Draco sighs, not really seeing any problem in pushing people and snapping at them. He adores your sweet face and calms down. “Maybe there is a less aggressive way to keep idiots away from you.” You look at him questioningly and Draco slips off his jacket.

”Here, wear my quidditch jacket.” He hands it to you and you take it, but then you start to worry. “Isn’t it weird if I wear it? It’s something normally only girlfriends do.” Draco watches you put on his jacket regardless of your own argument and he shrugs. “I’m not really a labels kind of guy, but if you want to be my girlfriend, fine.” Your mouth drops a little. “That’s not what I was saying.” Draco takes your hand and pulls you closer, placing his other hand on the small of your back. You blush as you're now pressed against him. You close your eyes and sigh. “Why can’t you just admit that you like me like a normal person.” Draco licks his lips and waits for you to look up at him, before speaking. “I’m in love with you, (y/n) (y/l/n). Wear my name, be my girl.” You feel stripped of all air as his honest words reach your heart and make it swell. “Happy now?” He whispers and you nod, cheeks burning with color.

“Love confessions aren’t free.” He whispers before slowly leaning in. You smile and meet his lips for a soft kiss. “I’ll wear your name and be your girl.” He stares at you and feels himself fall even more in love with you as you say those words. “Gods, how can one person be so perfect?” He pulls you into a tight embrace, feeling like he needs to keep you close and safe with him. “Cheer for me, will you?” Draco’s soft whisper makes him sound almost vulnerable. You lock his lips with yours, kissing him passionately in an attempt to show him how much you love him. “I’ll cheer for you like a crazy fangirl.” A bright smile forms on Draco’s lips and he leans in to leave one more soft peck on your lips.

Enzo

You see Enzo approach and smile at him, but you also notice something’s different about him. “Hello, fellas, how’s it going?” Lorenzo places his arms on Fred and George’s shoulders. Fred and George look at each other and then to you. “I take it this is our cue.” Fred laughs and they both disappear out of Enzo’s arms. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks innocently, like his little dominant move wasn’t obvious. You smile at him and softly shake your head. “You came off a little jealous I guess.” You try to explain and Enzo shrugs. “I’m not, you can have friends.” You laugh and close the distance between you two.

“Uhuh but you’ll always be best friend, Enz.” Enzo groans. “Yey me.” His words make you frown and he immediately feels embarrassed about his childlike behavior. “Sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just- I got my feelings all messed up after last night's kiss.” He had been crushing on you and at first he thought it was just a small thing that would pass, but it didn’t. Terrified to ruin his friendship with you and lose what little he had with you, he buried his feelings. However, after last night all of those suppressed feelings were back in his head and heart, stronger than ever.

You feel your heart sink as he refers to the stupid drunk kiss that happened last night during a ridiculous party game. You had banished that memory to the back of your head, not allowing your feelings of love to ruin your friendship. “You said it was just a silly kiss.” Enzo clenches his jaw. “I know what I said.” You’re surprised by his harsh tone, this was a rare part of Enzo that almost never surfaced. You take a step closer to him and place your hands on his shoulder. “Don’t tell me that some stupid kiss ruined our friendship?” Lorenzo sighs. “No, I did that long before last night.” Your eyebrows knit together as you don’t know what he’s talking about. Enzo shuts his eyes and presses his lips into a line before sighing. “I’ve loved you since forever and… not being with you it’s eating me up (y/n). Please don’t hate me for this, but if I can’t have you, then I can’t be your friend.”

There’s so much sadness in his voice it almost breaks your heart. When you don’t immediately react Enzo moves away, but your hands on his shoulders won’t lead him and you pull him closer. “I know exactly what-” Enzo shakes his head. “No, you don’t.” You laugh. “Yes! Yes, I do, Enzo Berkshire! Because I’ve been in love with you since forever!” It takes a moment for him to process, but when his eyes go wide you see his eyes light up again. The next moment his lips crash against yours for a long and intense kiss, while his arms wrap around you tightly, hugging you like only Enzo can. When he breaks the kiss his head still rests against yours. “Can I ask you for a silly little thing?” He whispers with playful eyes. You nod and Lorenzo lets go of you to take off his jacket. “Wear this, for me. For good luck… and maybe also to make sure those Gryffindor’s know that you’re off the market.”

You turn around and Enzo helps you slip on his jacket. His body fills with pride as he sees you wear his name. “I’ll wear it with pride.” You say and tug him by his shirt to demand another kiss. His hand holds your head, fingers entangled in your hair as his lips passionately move over yours. “I’m winning this game for you.” He whispers, before leaving to join his team.

Mattheo

You were too busy laughing at Mattheo’s expense to notice him walk over. With a foul smile and head held high he looks at the twins. “What are we laughing about?” His voice is calm, but he’s radiating fury. However, Fred can’t resist fuelling him especially with the Gryffindor - Slytherin game starting in half an hour. “You.” Fred says bluntly and Mattheo instantly steps in between you and the twins. Dark eyes focused on Fred. “What’s so funny about me?” Fred’s about to open his mouth when George decides to be the wiser one and slings his arm around his brother. “Time for one quick last round around the stadium, I think.” Coming to George’s aid you place a hand on Mattheo’s biceps, urging him to turn away from Fred and face you.

“They’re absolute tossers.” Mattheo snaps at you when he finally turns away from Fred. You laugh at his frustration. “They’re funny, though.” Your little joke doesn’t sit well with him. Part of him grew worried that maybe you had a thing for one of the twins. “Are you going to cheer them on or me?” He asks with an annoyed tone and piercing eyes, but as soon as he notices you take a step back he softens. He hated himself for getting so jealous and being so possessive of a girl that wasn’t even his. Instinctively his hand reaches for your arm, softly brushing it as a gentle way of asking you to not move away from him. “I- I didn’t mean to- I- I just thought they were flirting or something.” He chuckles, partly confessing he was jealous. He feels himself get flustered as you study him. You had never seen him behave like this, but he quickly regained his confident composure. “Shall I fly you to your spot in the stands?” He offers in an attempt to distract you from his confession.

But you’re not letting him get away this easy. “So what if they were flirting with me, Riddle? Is that a crime? Because last time I checked I was still single so-” Your teasing his cut short when Mattheo snorts, making you raise your eyebrows. He slightly clenches his jaw, cursing himself for not being able to control himself and allowing his arrogance to have the upper hand. “So what… you want those guys to flirt with you?” His eyes focus on yours. “They weren’t flirting and if they were there’s no reason for you to get all snappy about it.” You retort, crossing your arms. In his mind you were already his and he hated that you kept on reminding him that in reality you weren’t his at all. When you notice his jaw clench, you roll your eyes and remind him once more of the one thing he can’t stand hearing. “Matt, you don’t need to worry about me, I’m not your girlfriend.”

Okay, now you've done it. You notice a flicker in his eyes and then he quickly reaches for your arm, moving you behind the stands so you’re alone. “Wha-?” He pushes you against the wooden wall of the stadium and cups your cheek. “You should be my girlfriend.” His lips crash into yours forcefully and he pushes himself against you. It takes a moment, but you can’t resist the intensity of his kiss and your hand sneaks up to his curls as you part your lips and kiss back. When he breaks the kiss he stays close to you and studies you while you press your lips into a line, realizing how quickly you kissed him back. You feel your cheeks heat up as you notice the smug smile appear on Mattheo’s lips. His fingers entangle with your hair as he leans in for another kiss, this time softer but still intense.

When he breaks the kiss, his eyes glimmer with pride and his smirk frustrates you. “I think you should wear this.” He says, taking a step back and taking off his jacket. “You know, since you’re my girlfriend now.” You roll your eyes, but nevertheless turn around so he can wrap it around you. He pulls you with your back against his chest, strong arms wrapped around you, and traces your neck with sweet kisses. “Can I now fly you to the stands? I know your regular spot.”

Having you close against him as he flies around, making sure everyone has seen you with him while wearing his green jacket with his name on, was an unnecessary ego boost. He makes sure you land safely on your feet next to your friends. “Don’t be too insufferable.” You warn him and a smug smile tugs on his lips. “Can’t make any promises.” You go stand on your tiptoes. “If you promise to behave, I’ll kiss you now that everyone’s watching.” You swear you saw little lights in his eyes at your suggestion.

Bonus Regulus Black

Sirius seriously needed to keep his hands to himself, Regulus was fuming as he watched his brother brush a strand of hair out of your face. He had not been desperately trying to impress you for his idiot brother to swoop in and charm you with one decent gesture. “Not that you have any value to the Gryffindor team, but shouldn’t you get ready for the game.” Regulus walks over to stand by your side with his broom still in hand, staring his brother down with disdain.

Sirius grins at his brother’s obvious jealousy. “Be careful brother, your true colors are showing.” Regulus clenches his jaw and averts his eyes feeling a little caught, but thankfully his grinning fool of a brother leaves. When he looks over at you, you’re already smiling at him. “That was a bit harsh of you. Nervous for the game?” You ask and he’s glad you offer him an excuse for his behavior. “Yes, definitely the game. Though, I’m confident we’re gonna put Gryffindor to shame.” A smug smirk tugs on his lips and you laugh at his confidence, but he immediately gets a little serious. “You know, my brother’s not a bad guy, but he can be a bit… uhm- invasive at times. So if he’s ever too much, let me know.” You smile and nod softly, not going to argue with a worried Regulus. “Promise?” Regulus watches you carefully, waiting for you to make the promise. You take a step closer to him and lock your eyes with his. “Promise.”

Just as he seems to be reassured enough to turn around and go back to his team, he notices a few guys glance over at you. He sighs and turns back around to you with a face filled with annoyance. Frustrated, he licks his lips as his eyes dart around. “Why are you so tense?” You ask genuinely worried and you reach for arms, gently squeezing them to calm him. “You really are too precious to leave unchaperoned.” He breathes and you laugh at his choice of words. He sighs, but then a genius idea pops up in his head. “Here, wear this.” He sets his broom aside for a moment and lets his slytherin training jacket slide off his shoulders. When he hands it to you look at it with confused eyes. “It’s rather chilly today.” Regulus explains, but feels himself heat up. Maybe his attempt to claim you and protect you from others was a bit too obvious. You tilt your head and stare at his blushing cheeks, but you refuse to take his jacket since you’re a bit annoyed with his inability to come clean about his feelings.

He notices that you’re being a bit difficult about it and sighs, getting a little flustered. “Just do me a favor and wear it.” You shake your head in amusement. “Fine, if you'll do me a favor as well.” You reach for the jacket and he nods, feeling a bit more confident now that you’re complying. You slip the jacket on and enjoy the warmth of it and Regulus’ scent, before taking a step closer to him so there’s no space left between you two. “Kiss me.” You demand and his eyes widen, not believing that that’s the favor you’re asking for. Clearly you had seen through his subtle flirting and obvious jealousy of the past months. No denying it now, time to step up. He leans in, simultaneously wrapping an arm around, and brushes your lips before kissing you tenderly. You rest your hands on his shoulders and allow him to pull you against him as he intensifies the kiss. Slowly you break the kiss, but your eyes still linger on his as you enjoy being in his arms. “Be careful up there.” You whisper and it’s then that Regulus realizes exactly how perfect of a girlfriend you’re going to be. He nods and moves away from you, unable to hide smile. He takes his broom and headds back towards his grinning teammates.

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sashaforthewin · 1 year

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"Eddie Munson! I didn't think you'd show up!" Tommy H exclaimed, looking shocked as he came over to shake Eddie's hand like they were old friends instead of old enemies.

"How could I miss the twenty year reunion?" He asked.

"You didn't seem to have any trouble missing the ten year reunion," Tommy pointed out.

"Yeah, well, ten years isn't enough time for people to lose their egos. Last time I set foot in Hawkins, people were still hunting me for sport."

"Uh. Yeah. Listen, man, I'm actually really glad you're here. I want to apologize for the way we treated you back then. Not just with Chrissy's death, but in general. We were just dumbass kids."

"Yeah, appreciate that," Eddie recited for the seventh time this night. Whatever. Eddie's life was amazing and all these fuckers looked rough as hell and pretty pathetic, so let them have their little breakthrough moment or whatever this was for them. Eddie didn't lose anything by letting these folks think they had become better people. Maybe they had, who knows, Eddie couldn't care less.

"No, really, I feel so- holy shit, is that Steve Harrington?"

"Oh, yeah, he's with me."

"He's with you? Like, as in…"

"Hmm? Oh, no, we aren't actually gay, we just got stuck playing a really long game of gay chicken. I thought he'd give up by now, it's been twenty years."

"Ha ha, that's a good one. I can't believe Steve Harrington is gay."

"Like I said, he's not. We are both just really competitive. We have three kids and two cats and a really nice house together, he's a great roommate but I know he'll crack first."

Tommy's smile wavered.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself."

"No, I, uh…"

"Anyways," Eddie said, patting him on the shoulder and taking his leave, "I'd love to stay and chat about how great my life is so you don't feel so bad about your past self, but I see other knuckleheads waiting to apologize to me and I'd rather get it over with quickly so I can go fuck my roommate in the school bathroom in the hopes that he finally admits I win."

Tommy stood staring after Eddie, completely baffled. Then he hurried over to his former friends along the wall.

"Babe, why is everyone looking at us weird?"

Eddie glanced around as if he hadn't noticed everyone watching them and shrugged.

"Standard homophobia, probably."

Steve sighed.

"No, I know what homophobia looks like. You did something. What did you do?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh, I might have… told them we were playing gay chicken."

Steve groaned. "Eddie, you didn't! Ugh, this is the elementary school all over again! You know I still have to see those teachers every day at pick up, right? No matter how much I explain you were joking I can tell they don't completely believe me and it's been three years!"

"Yeah, but you don't ever have to see any of these folks again after tonight," Eddie pointed out, face full of mischievous glee.

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. Any attempt at true anger was pointless in the face of Eddie's playful charm.

"Fine. Let's go grab each other's butts while we slow dance to confuse them more, I guess."

"That's the spirit!"

#ficlet #stranger things fic #steddie #steve/eddie

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privitivium · 2 months

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Big buff bossy gangster just bumping into Subtop M reader one day and suddenly becoming obsessed with them to the point where M reader has no choice but to submit to his advances cause if not well he's dead. Subtop M reader has to admit tho that he loves fucking him especially in risky places cause seeing him trying to keep his voice down satisfies Subtop M reader especially with his tiddies bouncing with each thrust

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i absolutely adore your writings :)) and no need to rush alright? i'm willing to wait haha

thank you dear coffin, i adore you......

yes…..….. this is refreshing. 💥💥🌹these are ideas. thoughts…… i might post more of this guy as an actual full-fledged fic where he actually stalks you as i enjoy big breast men 💥💥💥🌹🌹🌹must… must write more to be more… detailed…. uaghugh

amab bossy gangster x amab m reader

pt 2 rambles :3 cw;; dubcon, exhibition, stalker - yandere tendences?

love at first sight… for him at least. a towering muscly dude with visible scars here and there along his “handsome” face with layered platinum blond hair doing his rounds with a couple of lackeys… unintentionally not looking where he was goingㅡ

ㅡ“oh, whoopsie.. you alright, man?” cautious not to put your hands on the other person who accidentally stepped on your foot and took a slight tumble; swallowing thickly, comedically as the man raises to his full height without a word - towering over you with his pecs center to your eyes, some big platinum blond muscleheadㅡ“haha… y-ou … you alright?” you offer your hand, even if he was already standing and most certainly did not need your help -

“fine.” he waves you off, leaving wordlessly but not before giving you a nasty glower. uagh, jeez.. what's that guy's problem? not like you were looking to instigate or something but still… you obviously did not mean to trip him! didnt he see how sympathetic you were just then? some people…

unbeknownst to you, he was fuming. that was how your first official meeting went?! argh!! his companions, his lackeys noting his upset and commenting on the matter ; “what's the matter? you wanna go back n’ pummel that guy, boss?”

“no, no…” the hulking mass of muscle shakes his head - thin layers of platinum blond hair, waving his hand dismissively while seeming to be in thought - stalling down the walkway and making a swift turn down a narrow alleyway, knuckleheads following close behind. “that's… my lover. my fated one to be, you idiots. how can you not see that?”

ㅡhe’s delusional, his lackeys realize. but feed into it anyway. in the lair, a rundown two story house where he was answering questions and fiddling with several pictures taken of you just hours later. a quick question of “how can ya’ tell that's yer fated one to be??!” an excited pawn queried. the big boss man going off on an equally excited tangent - a happy explanation about how he doesn't even know. all he knows is that he took one look at your tripping sorry ass and immediately wanted to get down on his knees, uncaring if it was in the middle of a busy sidewalk..

or it could… be the something like, muscly bossy gangster runs into you a few times instead,,, neither of you forgetting one another because for you, it's a big ass intimidating guy who glares at you and nearly makes you piss your pants how can you not forgetㅡand for him - he's literally orchestrating his schedule around yours just to be bumping into you like this. tapping your phone, keeping you tracked through a device or having several of his companions follow you around…

and then, him. finally showing up to your fucking home on a friday night - 11 pm. forcing his way into your apartment and ignoring how terrified you looked and showing you all the pictures he took of you. like aren't you the cutest ? and you… staring at him, teary eyed and sniffling because you obviously cant fight back against this fucking behemoth who you accidentally tripped… this is your day of reckoning isn’t it…. dead if you do, dead if you don't, huh. well. eyeing his fat chest, looking over his stocky build.. this guy's in love with you that badly?! then.. he could never hurt you right…? haha… a spineless creature such as you submitting that easily, you can't help yourself and you cant blame yourself!!!

ㅡ"shh-sh..” he hisses softly, grunting as he fluidly jerks at your hardened prick over your jeans - your back pressed against a wall in a maze of alleyways. of course, its the go-to.. who are you to deny this bossy ass gangster when he wants to be fucked??? asking you so nicely… ( literally pulling you from the eyes of the public wordlessly. who was gonna say anything anyway??? they know of him and his status….) whimpering softly - music to his ears. wishing he could be recording this audio for his own needy purposes of jerking off to your shrine he made… plunging himself on your pre-cum and saliva lathered cock… it was mesmerizing. pulling up his shirt to reveal his abdomen - no complaint from the hulking bossy bitch as you fondle his chest. before he was switching positions and pressing his front into the wall and allowing you to hump into him at a lazy languid pace while groping at his meaty body underneath his tight-fitted shirt. he… has to remind you of who's the one in charge… “keep it down..” he reminds breathlessly, a grin spreading across his face as he pushes his hips back into you ㅡ deliberately clenching his gummy walls around yr meaty, aching dick -

ㅡ“what's this?”

“uhh… our conversation?” you squint, glancing between the hulking mass pining you and his hand holding his tiny phone - his hand was just … huge. displaying your messages, where he was the last one to send a message?

he inhales sharply at your obliviousness, huffing in obvious indignation - pushing you harder against the wall without intent. “you left me on seen.” he stresses the last word. did you?? he was nearly snarling like an animal with rabies. “why??” god, this guy is like an insecure girlfriend but 10 times worse.

“... i got uh.. distractedㅡ” you squirm, avoiding eye contactㅡ

"distracted with what?” he intrudes, leaning inward - you could faintly smell a hint of mint and.. what is thatㅡcinnamon? what's this guy's problem, eating sweets and harrassing you?! and just a quick glance down would tell you everything you need to know. how awkward… do you even tell him or does he know that he's bulging? it throws you off… acting so moody but bricked up??? that's laughable and you can't help yourself. b-but you can't exactly laugh in good humor, hypnotized by the way his squishy pecs bounce up and down with his hole clamping on your cock ㅡ telling you in-between ragged breaths never to ignore him - yes, yes honey never in my life i will do such a thing, mhm..

#* ( ⚰️ ) !!!#yandere gangster?!#x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #subtop m reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere m x m reader #ocs =͟͟͞͞★

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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so... i might have gotten a little carried away...

my itsv and atsv bots masterlist

miguel o'hara bots:

feral miggy that you caught

resting with your husband miggy

drunk miggy

sick miggy

oh you made him mad miggy

7 minutes in heaven with miggy

smitten with you miggy

arranged marriage miggy

jealous miggy (1)

sharing a bed with miggy

wanna have kids? miggy

jealous miggy (2)

you and miggy are prideful knuckleheads

divorcing miggy

working with miggy as your supervisor

being miggy's secretary

you're his daughter's teacher

miggy's scaring you

miggy's that single hot dad you keep seeing around

divorced miggy but still loves you

caught in a scandal (TYSM TO @miguelswifey04 FOR THE INSPO)

your best friend, father figure, and mentor

comforts you after breakup miggy

he wants to know who's been texting you

he's here to help you feel comfortable

visiting your husband at work

he's tired of teaching

after a long day, you're all miggy needs

waking up with miggy

you wish he could get off your ass (father figure miggy)

saving miggy from a ship wreck as an atlantean

miggy walking in on you dancing

royal guard miggy teaching you how to behave (royal!au)

being miggy's maid

posing with miggy

your college classmate is into you

he can see why his dog likes you so much

he owes you all his victories (rcd!miggy)

he can't remember being your husband

your dad's best friend is really... (dbf!miggy)

miles morales bots:

you and miles have an argument

grafitiing with miles

your first date with miles

miles is smitten with you

pavitr prabhakar bots:

giving pav a chance to prove his love to you

pav wants to get to know you better

a night out with pav

pav hates seeing you cry

hobie brown bots:

committing property damage with hobie

your boyfriend hobie

hobie's falling for you

hobie trusts you with his secret identity

hobie'll be your little secret

hobie admits it to you

hobie loves your bad ass

hobie's hands are just right

hobie loves his grumpy dear

gwen stacy bots:

gwen's falling for you

gwen's sorry she has to leave you

gwen comforts you

peter b parker bots:

peter b'll teach you everything he knows

your husband peter b

lyla

if she was human, she might just like you

spider noir bots:

cat dad noir

dance partner noir

noir's in love with you

husband noir

divorced noir

anniversary with noir

always saving you noir

wants your sweet attention noir

first kiss with noir

got himself webbed up noir

you're noir's muse

noir has a smoking problem

ben reilly bots:

you're ben's one and only

needy ben

wants your attention badly ben

your silly best friend

the spot:

the spot still loves you

I HAVE TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS HELP (i made a lot of these in one sitting pls, i hope they're any good :'>)

please tell me what you think, and enjoy !!

(the skrunklies, they didn't fit.......)

#miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #peter b parker #the spot #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider noir #character ai #ben reilly #astv lyla #atsv x you #atsv spiderman #c.ai

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nariism · 9 months

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my brother's best friend

pair. miya osamu x gn!reader

content: fluff, attempts at humour, miya atsumu is a little shit, first loves, mutual pining

synopsis. miya osamu takes pride in the fact that he’s the smarter of the twins. he, in fact, is not (especially when it comes to you).

wc. 3.1k

a/n: om nom nom nom nom brother's best friend trope nom nom nom... ok i have to come clean about this fic i literally wrote the first draft for this in 2021 on WATTPAD and it's been sitting dormant forever up until recently. enjoy 🫶

‎oh my god, how did i end up here?

it’s the only thought repeating over and over again in osamu’s head as he sits there staring at you. you’re too preoccupied with the menu in your hands to notice his unwavering gaze, scanning through it and muttering to yourself indecisively about what to order.

of course, the question of how he ended up here on a date with you could be summarized in one simple sentence:

miya atsumu is the world’s biggest idiot.

if kita or aran were here they would surely be poking fun at him right now, lecturing him about how his dna is a perfect carbon copy of atsumu’s. and while they would be right, osamu is convinced his brother has at least 70% less brain cell capacity.

the thought makes him feel a little smug. (he’s in the class under atsumu.)

you were friends. at least as far as how often you saw each other, he considered you good friends. maybe. not that he knew all that much about you other than the fact that you were constantly... around. if he didn’t know that atsumu was the biggest knucklehead on planet earth, he would have assumed you were dating. but he knew his brother was too invested in volleyball to be seeing anyone seriously, and you didn’t didn’t seem like the type to mess around with guys like him anyways.

you were way too level-headed for that despite the raunchy, head-turning jokes you liked to tell, which honestly might be the reason why atsumu keeps you around.

whenever you came to their house, you would stick to lounging in atsumu’s room or the living room. you typically avoided disturbing osamu and the rest of their family — not like they minded having you around. no, in fact, their mother had a strange soft spot for you. you were quiet and well mannered, until it was just the three of you and suddenly an onslaught of fierce attacks on poor atsumu would commence.

for the majority of your friendship, you have stayed out of his way and he stays out of yours. you only talk to each other when deemed necessary, like when walking home from school or when you shyly greet him at the door because atsumu is on the toilet. he does, however, rejoice in the fact that there is another person on the atsumu hate train, and appreciates that you’re at least colourful with your insults. it’s impressive, really.

(he would never admit it. never. never ever. but it warms his heart a little that there’s someone out there just like him, expressing their love for miya atsumu in less conventional ways.)

you were quick witted and funny. a free source of entertainment when he would grow bored of his brother’s shenanigans. and it was a two way street, because when you needed a break from atsumu, osamu was always right there.

you were noticeably gentler with the younger of the miya twins: asking him how school was, and if he needed help with his chemistry homework, and what he had for lunch. menial little things, but sometimes he found himself thinking that it was the highlight of his day.

otherwise, your presence in his life is, as osamu considers it, indifferent.

sure, he likes to look at you. and sometimes, maybe, he wishes you and atsumu would invite him around more often. it also doesn’t help his heart when you’re so nice to him, like when you’re all having dinner together and you pretend you don’t want the last dumpling on your plate and shovel it onto his. he likes that. or when you invite yourself into their freezer for ice cream, you always make sure to grab an extra one for him. there have been multiple occasions in which you’ve wordlessly slid him your notes to copy, too.

you were good at that; knowing what others wanted and being more selfless than the average person. you’re a people pleaser, and though he and atsumu used to make fun of your type when they were kids, your charm is undeniable.

unfortunately, actually making any sort of move on you is out of the question. not only would it potentially complicate things between you and him, it would also risk putting a strain on your friendship with atsumu. making his brother’s life a living hell is what miya osamu was born into this world to do, but for some reason his stomach turns at the thought of ruining your friendship.

you were just atsumu’s cute best friend. nothing less, nothing more. and he would very much like to beat the “i fell in love with my brother’s best friend” allegations, thank you.

he realizes he’s still looking at you intently with his arms crossed over his chest. he watches as your nose scrunches a little in thought, trying to decide between their two best sellers. he sighs in relief when you get up to order for yourself, tucking a stray hair under his cap before going back to sulking with his thoughts.

atsumu had a lot of bad ideas. so many that if they sat down and listed them all out they might be there for a couple days. but this? this is his worst one yet. and how osamu managed to get roped (bribed) into this, he will never know. but here he is, and here you are, and here atsumu is not.

he really should get better at saying no to atsumu.

(“c’mon, ‘samu! please? for me?!”

“what the hell? no. that’s a shitty thing to do. just tell them ya can’t go.”

“but it’s their birthday! they were lookin’ forward to this. they’ll hate me forever if i bailed!”

“and? why would i help you? ‘specially with somethin’ so stupid. it’s your fault you didn’t plan better.”

“don’t be like that, y’know it was a last minute thing!”

a beat of silence.

“pretty please? it’s their birthday… you guys are friends too, right?”

osamu can’t believe he’s entertaining this stupid idea for even a second. you’re not an idiot. you’d know it’s him with a single glance.

“this is an all time low, even for you. they’ll notice it’s me right away. are ya crazy, ‘tsumu? hit your head or somethin’?”

“it’s just this one time! i’ll never ask ya for anythin’ ever again. never ever ever ever, i swear it.”

“...’tsumu…”

“don’t sound so tired with me! do this for your big brother. have i mentioned it’s their birthday?”

big brother? osamu scoffs loudly.

“you actually mentioned it three times. and yer only a couple minutes older than me. but... fine.”

“don’t be such a jacka- wait, what?”

“i said fine. but you owe me lunch for the next two weeks.”

“deal!”

“... are ya sure they won’t know it’s me? i mean, i really think you should reconsider-”

“oh shut up, ‘samu, we’re identical!”

“just know that i won’t hesitate to throw ya under the bus if shit hits the fan.”)

what a terrible plan. pretending to be atsumu was proving to be harder than he initially anticipated. he would have thought that spending every agonizing, waking, living hour with his brother would have trained him well enough, but atsumu is so no-chill that it’s somehow making this already horrible idea even worse with every passing second.

surprisingly, you haven’t said anything. you haven’t acknowledged the massive elephant in the room. this could only mean one of three things:

1. you’ve noticed, but you’re desperately trying to spare atsumu’s feelings and osamu’s embarrassment by not bringing it up.

2. you’re dumber than he thought. dumber than a rock, actually, if you didn’t take one look at osamu and know it was him.

3. you are a cruel, wicked, evil, deranged human being who finds osamu’s situation entirely hilarious and wants this to go on for as long as possible.

judging by your casual banter, he’s willing to bet it’s either option one or two. you’re twirling a lanyard around your finger when you finally return with your drink of choice in tow. next destination: the local aquarium. atsumu put a surprising amount of effort into planning the day.

it’s a shame he hadn’t accounted for planning himself into it.

‎he shouldn’t have agreed to come here.

spending time alone with you like this was bound to stir up feelings he’d long ago buried in the hollows of his heart. of the miya twins, osamu was always better at keeping his emotions under wraps. there were rare occasions in which he lost his cool, in which he was actually somehow worse than atsumu, but in general he was as level-headed as you were.

you’re ruining him and his plans to never acknowledge his feelings for you.

it’s unfair, really, how his heart seemingly gets lodged in his throat when you cling to his arm so tightly, laughing and pointing out all the funny-looking fish. and when you point at something called a vampire squid, raving about how long it took you to find one in animal crossing, he nearly crumbles to his knees and puts his head in his hands.

(in other words, he’s totally whipped. he’s not beating those allegations.)

osamu thought he could get used to looking at anyone’s face. he always found people boring — he grew up being the other half of his brother, after all. the miya twins are many things, but boring is not one of them, and to entertain them you have to be someone with a special brand of humour.

but now, as he looks at you with the soft blue glow from the tank shining against your face, he can’t help the thought that crosses his mind:

i could never get tired of this.

“... hailing from the depths of tropical and subtropical waters, the vampire squid feeds on marine snow.”

he blinks back into reality, eyes drifting from you to the sea creature you’re admiring, then back to you. “marine snow? sounds gross.”

“it’s the debris that falls to the lower levels of the ocean. lots of deep sea creatures feed that way since it saves them the energy of needing to go hunt.”

osamu seems skeptical. “they really just eat anythin’ like that?”

your head turns to look at him. there’s a little smile playing on your face, like you seem amused by what he just said. “sounds like someone i know.”

he makes a strange expression in response. were you talking about him? did you often bring him up when you were alone with atsumu? the soft and fond look in your eyes doesn’t help his racing heart. the idea that you and atsumu talk about him in private so sweetly makes his face burn slightly in embarrassment.

he shakes his head to get the thought out of his brain before stuffing his hands into his pockets.

your arm finds his again, locking together. it’s an oddly intimate action, even if you think he really is atsumu. he doesn’t know you to be the most touchy person on earth, though he supposes he can’t see what you’re like behind the closed doors of his brother’s bedroom. his blood boils for some reason.

you stop at the next tank, the one situated in the centre of the room filled high with kelp and schools of tiny fish. you’re looking at them with wide eyes, light shimmering in them. he could cry right now. you look like an angel bathed in the shadows of dancing fish as your gaze carefully follows a school circling around the top of the aquarium.

there’s a feeling swimming inside of him, unfamiliar and oh so dreadful. he can feel it in raging in every part of him — in his heart, in the fiery pits of his stomach, in his throat — and he knows exactly which word comes to mind.

miya osamu may be in the lowest class in his year, and he might share a single brain cell with his brother, but he’s read enough books to describe this feeling. he’s listened to enough love songs to know this ache in him.

if you asked him ten years from now, he’d tell you exactly the same thing as he would right now; that your first love is always petrifying.

“pretty, aren’t they?”

“yeah. real pretty.”

but he hasn’t looked at them even once. how could he when there’s a living, breathing angel standing next to him?

‎osamu delivers you to your doorstep that night.

it feels like a dream, the whole day and having the privilege of holding your hand and feeling your body against his.

maybe it was just the greedy monster in him speaking. the laws of the universe dictate that if it’s you and osamu, atsumu needs to be there, too. the miya twins have always come in a package. a duo. there is no just atsumu or just osamu, at least there wasn’t until you came along.

suddenly it was you and atsumu. it was atsumu and osamu, and you. but there was never just you and osamu. it didn’t work that way.

well, screw the universe and its laws. osamu never believed in that astrology shit anyways.

he’s fully prepared to keep this day an untarnished memory — something to cherish when life goes back to normal and he’s unable to stand shoulder to shoulder like this with you again.

when you lean in to kiss him, there is only one thought repeating in his mind like a mantra:

it’s just once. just one day. one last perfect memory.

you’re so close that he can feel your breath filling his lungs. his heart hammers where it rests in his chest, so loud that he can hear it thundering in his ears. it’s then that he realizes this is wrong. all of it is wrong.

he recoils back with lightning speed, and his heart aches at the sight of your disappointed and puzzled expression. but it’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to atsumu either.

he cares about both of you too much to be selfish right now.

how could he possibly risk hurting two of the people he cared most about in the world? he couldn’t be that self-centred, to be able to steal a kiss from you just to keep his memories of this day perfect.

perfect doesn’t exist if none of it is real.

“i’m not… i’m not who you think i am.”

he slides the hat off his head with shame burning in his cheeks, avoiding your eyes like a child who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. it was time for him to be honest, both with you and himself.

“look, yer really cool. and i– crap, it’s complicated, ‘kay? i might like you. like– like you, like you. i wasn’t thinkin’ straight. 'm really sorry, i know it was wrong to string you along, i was just havin’ so much fun today that–”

his mouth suddenly comes to a halt as you reach forward and capture his cheeks between your fingers, squishing them together so he’ll stop rambling.

you look at him with a confused but amused smile. “um, ‘samu? i like you, too.”

“what?” he sputters out as much as he can with his face still held in place. his brows furrow, but all rational thoughts have stopped flowing in his mind. he’s staring at you like a flabbergasted idiot, so you continue.

“why else would i agree to go on a date with you on my birthday?”

“but– i– huh?”

your head tilts. “this was a date, wasn’t it?”

it dawns on him then. it had never occurred to osamu that there was another explanation for your strange lack of acknowledgment that he is painfully easy to see through:

4. you like him and simply thought this was a date. you like him as much as he likes you, which is a stupid amount. after all, he likes you enough to go through with an infinite number of atsumu’s terrible ideas just to make you happy.

of course you weren’t that dense. of course he was found out the second you laid eyes on him. of course he had misread the entire situation because he was blinded by his brother’s boisterous claims that they were indistinguishable.

“this is ridiculous. i can’t believe you–… atsumu somehow always pulls through even when he doesn’t mean to.”

“what do you mean?”

“whadd’ya mean, what do i mean?”

“about atsumu?”

“oh, he was freakin’ out about missin’ today and wanted me to go through this whole thing pretendin' i’m him so ya wouldn’t be mad at him.”

“but he already told me he couldn’t make it today? you really didn’t have to do… all this,” you gesture to his whole body with a flick of your wrist.

at your words osamu finally crumbles to his knees in pure agony. he looks up to the sky, to whatever god has forsaken him by making atsumu his other half, and sighs with the weight of the world on his shoulders. he can just imagine the shit-eating grin his brother has right now.

“i’m…” he pauses, carefully selecting his next words, “going to smother him with a pillow.”

you blink at him for a moment before all the pieces fall into place.

all the times you’d gushed to atsumu about your massive crush on his twin and the way he’d complain to no end about neither of you making a move, forcing him to watch on with mild disgust as his best friend and brother made goo goo eyes at each other. all the times he would “forget” his shoes at the gym and need to run back to grab them, pushing you into small talk with osamu. all the times he would suffer through your teasing just to see the two of you walking side-by-side sharing proud little smiles.

atsumu’s resume looks something like this: world’s biggest idiot, volleyball player, third-wheel, and tired wingman.

you’ll have to thank him later.

“no wonder you’ve been acting so weird all day! i thought you were just one of those guys who gets nervous on first dates!” accompanied by this statement is a laugh that makes osamu weak.

he grumbles. “what’s so funny?”

“say what you want, but you’re as dumb as ‘tsumu.”

“no… please… don’t compare me to that nitwit… i might have a heart attack at this rate.”

you snicker quietly as you help osamu back onto his feet, eyes shimmering with joy as you let his confession sink in.

“you’re right, he is an idiot.”

“dumbass.”

“moron.”

“he’s gonna hate us even more from now on,” osamu smiles uncontrollably, inching closer to you again.

“yeah?” your lips brush against his daringly, “i can live with that.”

EXTRA:

🏷️ @hyomagiri (im dead like actually dead)

#— whispers in the wind ✧#he's so stupid i wanna kiss him so bad #haikyuu #haikyu #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #miya osamu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #osamu miya #osamu miya x you #osamu miya x y/n #osamu miya x reader

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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 7 months

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Winner Winner, Stormfly's Dinner

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 6.7k

Hiiii I was wondering if you could write a fic about the dragon races? I’ve seen your fic about the Lightfury stealing a dragon rider and really enjoyed it and I loved the dynamic the Lightfury had with your oc, Toothless and Hiccup even tho she doesn’t seem to like him too much. I was hoping you could incorporate that dynamic into an x reader fic? Also, you're free to use Stardust as the name of the Lightfury since I thought it was so cute. Since I know it probably wouldn’t fit into your original story I thought it might be easier to do it as something completely new with similar characters if that’s alright? Love your work and can’t wait to see more! From Anonymous

Hiii i was wondering if u could do something like a dragon racing fic with the sheep since I thought that might be fun. I’ve seen most people have requested Hiccup so I’m just going to request him as well since that’ll be fun and easy for you. So maybe like just segments where the reader is singled out with each rider so she can have some fun banter or moments with them and then maybe she gets the black sheep and wins the whole thing and hiccup is super proud of her <33333 From Anonymous

(Y/N): Your name

(H/C): Hair colour

(D/N): Dragon name

A/N:

A loud horn rang out as (Y/N) stepped into the old dragon training arena, her Lightfury–Stardust–following behind her. The noise signalled the nearing of the annual dragon race, letting those know to start making their way over soon. The stands were empty but the pit of the arena was full of dragon riders and their dragons, applying paint to the wings and heads of their dragons.

"Running a bit late now, are we?" Astrid called out as (Y/N) passed her. She wore a smug grin on her face, coloured orange and blue just like Stormfly behind her. Stormyfly perked up at the sight of (Y/N) and Stardust, trying to take a few steps towards the pair to greet them. At the sound of her talons scraping along the stone floor, Stardust's head snapped towards her, and a flash of teeth and a wrinkle of her nose deterred Stormfly from getting too much close. (Y/N) placed a hand on Stardust's head, lightly pushing it in the direction of where a mass of darkness sat patiently and with his chest puffed out slightly as its one-legged rider smeared paint across his head. At the sight of the other fury, Stardust went gracefully over without a second question, leaving (Y/N) to fend for herself.

"Hi, Stormfly. Looking good," (Y/N)'s voice rose as she ran her hands under the Deadly Nadder's chin, earning an elated hum from the beast. A bubble of joy rose from the pit of (Y/N)'s stomach to her chest, lighting her up until her soft laughter rang out around the arena. Astrid soon joined in on the laughter as she followed after her wayward dragon. "You ready for today, Astrid? Been feeding Stormyfly as much chicken as possible?"

At the mention of chicken, Stormfly lit up. Rising from (Y/N)'s grip and stomping her feet lightly in excitement. Astrid raised both her hands to try to calm the Deadly Nadder down, shooting (Y/N) a feigned annoyed glare. "We've definitely been getting some extra practice in, though I wouldn't say… you know what is needed to beat all these knuckleheads. What about you? Got any secret flights in with Stardust in preparation for today?"

(Y/N) ticked her head to the side, the corners of her lips lifting. Her body language showed indifference, but Astrid could tell something was going on that (Y/N) wasn't telling her. "Stardust and I will do just fine without any extra help. We always have a few tricks up our sleeves."

"We'll see about that once we get in the air," Astrid comments as she leads Stormfly back to her painting station. She dabbed a small sponge into the bowl filled with orange paint before lifting her arm to run it along Stormfly's outstretching wing, leaving a trail of paint behind that she would later go over to make the colour brighter and the lines steadier. "I took the liberty of setting up your station near Hiccup's. I hope the colours are to your liking."

"I'm sure whatever you picked out will make Stardust and I stand out amongst the rest of you," (Y/N) called over her shoulder with a laugh ringing through her words, choosing to ignore any undertones of teasing that she could find in Astrid's voice. (Y/N)'s eyes now landed on a new target. A target that she wouldn't be able to reach as quickly as she would have hoped to.

"(Y/N), I need your honest opinion–well, not too honest, or I might cry–about my battle paint!" Tuffnut called out as he saw the (H/C) haired girl walking past. As (Y/N) turned to take in the mix of colours on his face, she jumped back at the closeness of the boy. Tuffnutt had run up to her and was standing with his face pushed outwards with his eyes widened. On it was a yellow skull with the rest of his face blacked out. "Is it too much? Too little? I think I should add more paint but Ruff disagrees."

"It's, uh, very you," (Y/N) said slowly, her palms extended in front of her and faced up as she acknowledged the thought-out design. (Y/N) took half a second to think out her answer before she was closing a fist and lightly punching Tuffnut in the shoulder with it, "You know, I think you should go with your heart. If you think you should add more, then by all means, add more."

Tuffnut stared at her for a few seconds before he threw both hands into the air, "This is one of the many reasons you are my favourite," He exclaimed with a large grin overtaking his feature before he was spinning around and walked back towards his sister, arms still in the air. "You hear that, Ruff? (Y/N) thinks I'm brilliant!"

A smile displayed itself on (Y/N)'s face as she watched Tuffnut happily run back over to his paint station, his half of Barf and Belch looming over as he watched Tuffnut happily smear more paint on his face. The groan that rang out did little to wipe the smile off (Y/N)'s face as she turned to see Ruffnut glaring at her with her arms crossed. "Great, now I'm going to have to deal with the aftermath of all that."

"If it makes you feel any better Ruff, you get to dunk water on his head later. Maybe even repeatedly," (Y/N)'s words got an evil grin stretched across Ruffnut's face as she rubbed her two hands together, shooting her twin brother a sideways glance as she imagines the future that awaited for her.

(Y/N) didn't stick around for too much longer after that since she was losing time. Everyone else had finished painting at least themselves or their dragons and were now either going in for more details or working on whatever they hadn't done yet while she was still yet to even see the colour of her paint. Her hope for getting started didn't stay around for long as a short Viking called out to get her attention.

"Oi, (Y/N)," Snotlout yelled as he waved a large hand at her. Hookfang stood behind his dragon rider, sporting some red and yellow paint along his wings and a little bit on his jaw and cheeks. (Y/N) quickly walked over to greet the boy, not one for ignoring anyone. "You mind helping do my face? I would use the mirror normally, but the twins shattered it earlier while trying to call dibs on it."

"Are you sure you weren't in on the shattering of said mirror?" (Y/N) questioned with a grin as she came to a stop in front of Snotlout. The shorter boy's shoulders dropped as he tried to fight to string a sentence together to defend his honour. It only ended up causing a laugh to rise from (Y/N). "I was kidding, Snotlout. I totally believe it was just those two causing their normal ruckus."

"Good, because you know I would never stoop so low to join in or whatever it is those two get up to," Snotlout puffed out his chest as he said this, earning another huffed-out laugh from (Y/N) at his actions. "Now, about that face paint?"

The laughter slowly died down as the question was brought up for a second time. One of (Y/N)'s arms was raised as she wrapped it around the forearm of her other arm. Trying to let the boy off gently, she spoke softly, "I don't know, Snotlout. I haven't even started on Stardust or my own paint, so I don't think I have the time."

"It will only take a second, I promise," Snoutlout said as he tried to push the bowl of paint into (Y/N)'s hands.

But at the sound of a second horn (Y/N) shook her head and pushed the paint away from herself and back to Snoutlouts chest. "I'm sorry, Snoutlout, but I don't have time. How about if I finish myself and Stardust and still have time afterwards, I'll come back over and help y

The offer was a good one, and the best (Y/N) would be able to give as she could already hear the first group of Vikings arrive early for the race later. Snotlout seemed to ponder the offer, taking his time in weighing it out in his head before giving a single nod of his head. "But I want you coming straight back here once your done. No faffing around with Hiccup afterwards."

One of (Y/N)'s hands shot up to her forehead in a salute as she looked down at Snotlout. "Hearing you loud and clear, soldier."

(Y/N) could hear the huffing of Hookfang, along with some muttering from Snotlout, as she turned away from the flaming duo and tried, once more to get to her desired destination. This time she thought she'd finally be able to. She had gotten through nearly all the dragon riders, and Fishlegs wasn't one to socialise much before a big race, having some pre-race ritual he had to forgo. But as she started walking once more, a Gronckle-loving dragon rider attempted to get her attention.

"Ooh (Y/N)! (Y/N)," He called as he left Meatlug behind, the Gronckle happily snacking on some rocks. Fishlegs held a card in his hand as he made his way over to the (H/C) haired girl, a nervous grin on his face as he came over. (Y/N) came to a stop even though she was a little annoyed at being stopped for the fourth time. She tried to hide that annoyance as Fishlegs hadn't done anything wrong. "I stayed up late last night trying to finish this new card I made for Lightfury's. I thought we needed a newer version since we've found out so much more about Stardust and her species."

A smile fought its way onto (Y/N)'s face as she saw the carefully drawn Lightfury on the small trading card. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as she swore she could see every detail on the small picture that replicated her very own dragon. "Wow, Fishlegs, I don't know what to say. It looks amazing."

"This one's for you," Fishlegs quickly said, placing the card in (Y/N)'s hand before she could decline. "And before you say anything, I have a second one at home. I made this one just for you since I know you love everything and anything dragon related."

"Thanks, Fishlegs. I don't even know what to say," (Y/N) grinned as she stared at the small card before delicately placing it in a small pouch she had attached to her belt so it wouldn't get ruined while she was racing. As she thought about the race, she realised how much time she lost between getting to the arena late and having to talk to all the different dragon riders. "Good luck with the race, yeah?"

"I'll see you out there," Fishlegs concluded as they both turned away from each other.

This time, (Y/N) was finally able to get to where she needed to be.

"Hi, Hiccup," (Y/N) said as she trailed her fingers along the brunette's arm. The taller boy looked up at (Y/N), a soft smile on his face as he watched the girl dance around him. "And hi, Toothless. Red is such a good colour on you."

A gargling noise quickly erupted from Toothless' throat in his way of saying hello. Stardust was wrapped around the other dragon, head resting under his chin as she was careful not to smudge any of the red paint, mainly because she didn't want any of it getting onto her scales.

Before (Y/N) could take another step forward, she felt two arms wrap around her waist and pull her backwards. As she fell back into Hiccup's chest, a bubble of a laugh rose from her chest as she felt him pull her down to sit on his lap as he rested his head on her shoulder. At the action, Stardust let out a small growl. Her nose scrunched up as she threatened to take a step forward, the gentle coaxing from, Toothless stopping her from doing so.

“I was wondering when you were finally going to make your way over here,” Hiccup said as he rocked the both of them back, completely ignoring Stardust’s warning as he was already used to the untrusting behaviour on her part. He was sure he was slowly starting to get a breakthrough with the dragon. Having Toothless around certainly helped with that. “Once Stardust over there came bounding over, I knew it was only a matter of time before you would follow. I didn’t know it would take that long though.”

“All the other dragon riders seemed to want to keep me as far away and for as long as possible,” (Y/N) said as she wiggled out of Hiccups grips to the Viking's annoyance. She quickly turned around however and stood between his legs, forcing the Viking to look up at her from where he sat as he extended both of his arms so they could gently rest on her hips. “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for. So, if you could help me by painting Stardust with me, I’d appreciate it.”

At the mention of her name, Stardust stood and stalked a few steps away from Toothless, getting ready to be coated in paint. But when she heard her name in the same sentence as the Viking (Y/N) likes to keep around, her head shot around so she could watch Hiccup with a heated gaze.

“I’m not too sure Stardust likes the sound of that,” Hiccup said slowly. Rising from his seat, he followed after the shorter girl as she moved over to where three bowls of paint sat. Of course, there was the bowl of red paint that Hiccup had used for Toothless, but the other two bowls were left untouched.

“Nonsense. Stardust will stand still as you help me,” (Y/N) announced confidently as she picked up a bowl filled with light blue along with a sponge that sat near it. As she turned back around she sent Stardust a warning look, silently telling her to behave. “I want to do a sort of spiral along Stardust’s back where the colours intertwine with one another. But I don’t know what markings I want to do on her wings or face yet.”

Hiccup came up next to (Y/N), a step or two away from Stardust as he watched (Y/N) dip the sponge into the paint and slowly start to trail it along Stardust’s back. A soft purring began to emit from the Lightfury as (Y/N) worked her way down, her other hand gently trailing along with her. Hiccup took this as his chance to step up beside her now that she had gravitated further down Stardust’s body. At the sense of his presence, Stardust’s head whipped around while the rest of her body stayed eerily still.

“Easy girl,” Hiccup reassured gently as he raised a slightly shaking hand for Stardust to sniff. The dragon however scoffed a bunch of air out of her nose, the wind smacking against Hiccup’s hand as she turned away from him once more with a grumble. As if on cue, Toothless waddled over to them and stopped in front of Stardust to keep her busy while Hiccup worked.

When a hiccup got about halfway, (Y/N) left his side as she walked over to Stardust’s other side. Patting the white dragon on the edge of her wing, Stardust extended it for (Y/N)’s use. (Y/N) started to run the blue paint over the groves of Stardust's wings. As Hiccup walked over to help finish off the wing, he got a similar response to when he stepped up to her once more.

(Y/N) didn't pay too much mind to her, shushing her as Hiccup watched what she was doing. "I want this done on the other wing but in reversed colours. Also, can you fill these in with pink? And trace the back of her wing with it as well before you start on the other side with me?"

"Sure I can," Hiccup agreed, quickly doing what the (H/C) haired girl had asked him to. Again, (Y/N) was able to finish and move on to Stardust's other wing as Hiccup fought to catch up, trailing behind her as he copied her work. When Hiccup finished, he could see the girl crouched in front of Stardust's face while the dragon leant her face down low. Coming to a stop behind her, Hiccup saw the two bands of blue wrapped around Stardust's front legs while she now trailed some paint up her face. Looking at the close proximity between the two, Hiccup said, "I think you should finish Stardust off."

Once the final stroke of paint was drawn, (Y/N) turned back to smile at Hiccup. "Come on Hic, you know Stardust won't bite."

"That's the thing," Hiccup unwearily said as he cautiously stepped forward, an immediate response rising out of Stardust. (Y/N)'s head instantly whipped around at the noise emitting from her dragon. A light scowl was on her face, slowly making the rumbling calm down. "I'm not completely sure she won't."

(Y/N) took a second to think over what she was going to do before she reached a hand back for Hiccup to take, waiting patiently until she felt the steady weight of it. At the contact she pulled him forward, the light ring of his metal foot hitting against the stone floor as (Y/N) pulled him to crouch down next to her. Stardust's face twisted at the sight of the other dragon rider but tried to stand still as (Y/N) was still crouched in front of her.

Grabbing onto Hiccup's other hand, the one that had the bowl and sponge held in it, she pulled it forward before making another grab for his previous hand. Together they dipped the sponge in the paint before trailing it along Stardust's front legs, having two rings on each alternating leg. Since (Y/N) was doing most of the work, Stardust couldn't find it in herself to try and scare them off. She still however made her annoyance known as she glared at Hiccup, the boy only being able to give her a throaty chuckle in response.

As they moved onto Stardust's face, (Y/N)'s hold on Hiccup's hand loosened, giving him the chance to back away if he wanted. But the boy's hand stayed where it was, trying not to seem too keen to get closer. As the sponge dipped back into the paint before moving up to the Lightfury's face, Stardust slowly closed her eyes, allowing the paint to trail across her face. Hiccup could feel a smile slowly starting to etch across his face. Never before had he been able to get this close to the Lightfury with Stardust's willingness. Even if there wasn't much of it right now.

"All done," (Y/N) happily cheered as she pulled Hiccup's hand away from Stardust's face. The dragon's eyes instantly shot open, a smile starting to stretch across her face as she turned to find Toothless to show off the finished work. (Y/N) watched happily as the dragon bounced over to Toothless, spreading her wings as she pranced around Toothless, forcing him to turn to follow her as he showed one of his famous toothless smiles.

"Now it's time for something more important," Hiccup said as he stood. Balancing the paint in one hand, he pulled (Y/N) to her feet before tugging her slightly closer.

"What could be more important than painting Stardust?" (Y/N) questioned, smiling softly up at Hiccup as she waited to see what he might do.

"This," He said as he dipped his thumb into the pink paint and brought his hand up to (Y/N)'s cheek. He waited half a second before running his pink-coated thumb across her cheekbone, making sure he curled the paint up the higher he got. A laugh rang out of (Y/N) as she pinched close one of her eyes when Hiccup ran his thumb underneath it. Once he was done with that half of (Y/N)'s face he wiped his thumb into the palm of his hand, trying to get rid of as much of it as possible before he bent down to place his bowl down and pick up the one (Y/N) had put down earlier. "Nearly done."

"You have to let me do your paint after this," (Y/N) demanded with a grin, leaning forward as she bounced forward on her toes.

"Absolutely not." Hiccup was careful not to mess up the swirls he was painting onto the girl's face. "What I want is simple and I can do it myself. Plus, I know you're going to try and add something to the design if I don't keep a close eye on you."

"Alright," (Y/N) said as a hum in return. She stood still as she waited for Hiccup to finish. "Here, I'll take the paint back over."

At the offer, Hiccup handed the bowl of light blue over, watching as (Y/N) turned to get the pink bowl off the floor before walking over to the table it had originally rested on. Dipping a thumb into the blue paint, she let it coat her thumb before grabbing the bowl of red paint for Hiccup and bringing it over for him. "Thank you, (Y/N)."

"No problem, my love," (Y/N) said as the bowl was handed over. Hiccup's eyes flashed up at her, trying to hide a smile as he dipped his pointer and middle finger into the paint. While Hiccup was distracted by his own paint, (Y/N) reached her thumb up and smeared the blue paint she had gotten on it across her lips until they were completely covered in blue. Hiding her face by knocking her head down, (Y/N) circled Hiccup until she stood behind the dragon rider. Wrapping both of her arms around the taller boy's waist, she rested her chin on Hiccup's shoulder like he had done to her earlier. As Hiccup dipped his two fingers into the paint again so he could drag them along his face, (Y/N) lept forward and placed a small kiss on the boy's jaw.

"What was that for?" Hiccup asked as he lifted his hand up to draw on the paint, ignoring the sensation of the paint (Y/N) had left behind.

"Nothing," (Y/N) grinned, hiding it behind Hiccup's head as she moved to his other side before placing a longer, drawn-out kiss on his cheek. The blue paint wasn't as vibrate as the first kiss but still was a clear outline of her lips. "Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?"

"I never said that," Hiccup said as he twisted in (Y/N)'s arms. His eyes locked on the colour of (Y/N)'s lips too late as he had already dived forward to catch her lips with his own. (Y/N) smiled at the sensation, keeping her arms tightly wrapped around Hiccup's midsection while the boy's brows pinched together. His tongue edged forward, waiting for (Y/N) to part her lips when the taste hit him quickly. Just as (Y/N) was about to grant him entrance, Hiccup pulled back, staring confusedly down at (Y/N)'s lips. "Why is there paint on your lips?"

"No reason," (Y/N) quickly said, feigning nonchalance. Maybe she spoke too quickly or should have been quicker since when she surged forward to try and leave another kiss mark on Hiccup's face, the boy planted both hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders, a groan leaving his now blue-coated lips as he hung his head onto (Y/N)'s shoulders.

"Please don't tell me your blue kisses are all over my face." (Y/N) didn't respond, causing another groan to rise from Hiccup as he lifted his head again, scowling lightly at the shorter girl when all she could do was smile. "You know what?"

"What?" (Y/N) asked, her brows furrowing at the lack of reaction from Hiccup. Once she saw Hiccup's thumb dip into his red paint, her eyes widened at what she knew was coming her way. Dropping her hands from Hiccup's side, she tried to wiggle back and out of his grip.

"No, you don't," Hiccup quickly exclaimed as the bowl of red paint dropped from his hand and spilled across the stone floor. Not to matter though since Hiccup's lips were already coated red. (Y/N) tried to fight Hiccup's arms off her as she backed away with a laugh. Hiccup's arms shot out and tightly secured themselves around (Y/N), trapping her arms to her side in the process. (Y/N) tried to lean back as far as possible but Hiccup only followed after her. Leaning up and forward, Hiccup placed a large kiss on (Y/N)'s forehead, marvelling at the red that was left behind. "There. Now we match."

(Y/N) pretended to be annoyed as she felt Hiccup's arms loosen around her. She wasn't doing a very good job at hiding her true emotions as a large smile blossomed across her face. At that moment, (Y/N) didn't have to worry about anything. Certainly not about the betting that was going on above her.

“My money’s on Snotlout,” Spitelout said as he stood neck to Stoick. Spitelout was looking down at his son as he pointed an all-knowing finger towards him.

“You sure he ain’t gonna throw it all away again?” Gobber asked from the other side of their chief as he scratched his beard with his fake wooden hand, looking down at Snotlout with a less then keen eye.

Spitelout flashed Gobber a glare, both of his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he said, “I’m sure he has it this time around.”

"What about you Stoick?" Gobber asked, turning Spitelout's glare away from him as they both turned their attention to the man sitting down. "Who have you got your eyes on for today's race?"

Stoick didn't even need to think about his answer as he brought a large hand to rub against his chin while saying with a bellowing voice, "My golds going towards my daughter-in-law."

"Oh? Hiccup's popped the big question?" Gobber asked he turned back to look at the pair still wrapped in each other's arms. He could see the splatter of paint they had been leaving on each other's faces, but Gobber was more than content to let them stay in their own little bubble for a bit longer.

Stoick's face pulled downwards at the question. In a grumbled-out response, he said, "Not yet."

"If that boy doesn't hurry up, she's going to do it for him," Spitelout stated, getting silent agreement from the Vikings he was conversing with."Now, back to business. Not putting your gold on Hiccup, eh?"

"Not today, no," Stoick shook his head. "(Y/N) and her dragon have been looking promising recently."

"We'll see if your judgement has grown clouded soon enough," Spitelout teased, grinning as he heard the final horn ring out. Some of the dragon riders got on their dragons as soon as possible, flying up to where they stood on their baskets, waiting for the race to begin. "Normal amount?"

"Hm? Sure," Stoick absentmindedly said as he stood from his seat and walked a few steps forward, gaining the silence from the crowded arena stands. The silence urged the remaining dragon riders to mount their dragons and get to their starting positions. "Vikings and dragon riders, today we join for the first race of the year. On the Gronckle we have Fishlegs, the Monstrous Nightmare being flown by Snotlout-"

Stoick was cut off by a loud cheer from Spitelout, the man yelling, "That's my boy!"

"Yes, thank you for that wonderful display Spitelout," Stoick deadpanned as he turned briefly to face the other Viking as he calmed himself down. "The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut of the Hideous Zippleback, Astrid on the Deadly Nadder, and my son of the Nightfury."

Stoick paused as he got to (Y/N)'s part, drawing the crowd into suspense. "And on the Lightfury we have my hopefully soon to be daughter in law, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) turned and grinned at the Viking chief, her face light and full of joy as she laughed along with the other Vikings watching from the arena stands as Hiccup gave off a slightly sheepish smile. At his smile, Gobber banged his wooden hand on the arena's railing before pointing accusingly at Hiccup and saying, "We see you, Hiccup and we're all waitin' for that question to be answered."

"Moving on," Stoick yelled as Hiccup threw his hands in exasperation. "I hear now begin the first dragon race of the year! Release the sheep!"

Once the horn rang out, all six dragons took off. At first, it was a battle of speed as they all raced straight up before breaking away from each other so they could scower Berk for any of the painted sheep they needed to win this. There were twelve sheep that they needed to find before the black sheep worth ten points would be shot to the sky.

As (Y/N) guided Stardust a bit closer to the huts when she noticed another fury trailing behind her. Looking over her shoulder with a grin, she saw Hiccup flying not too far behind them, the paint from earlier still smeared across his face and lips. "Love that colour on you. Is it maroon?"

"Oh, laugh all you want," Hiccup waved her off as he leaned forward on Toothless's back a bit more, his hands tightening on the saddle as Toothless tried to speed up.

(Y/N)'s head quickly turned back around, copying Hiccup's movements as she leaned down to Stardust's ears. "Come on girl, it's time to disappear."

Stardust let out a soft mew at (Y/N)'s words. Spreading her wings wide, speeding up as much as possible in the time to heat up a plasma blast in her mouth. Without warning her wings shot inwards towards her body as she turned into a nosedive. As the shot rang out, (Y/N) buried herself as close to Stardust's body as possible. As the both of them dived through the blast, the same cloaking that took over Stardust danced across (Y/N) and the few white scales she had woven into her clothes.

"Whoo!" (Y/N) yelled as they vanished without a trace, the only lingering part of them being her voice. It took a while for (Y/N) to spot her first sheep, the fluffy animal trying to hide under the hut of some Viking. But when both her and Stardust's eyes landed on it, they changed paths without a thought and swooped down. Twisting her body so (Y/N) sat upside down on her back, Stardust flew upside down so (Y/N) could hang down and pick the sheep up from where it lay. Pulling the sheep to her chest, Stardust helped to right them up as they burst back into the sky.

To everyone else, it looked like a sheep had somehow been granted the ability to fly but those who truly knew could just see the ripple in the air as (Y/N) and Stardust tore through the air.

Taking a sharp turn, the two of them with their extra passenger dived back towards the training arena, careful to keep out of sight of any other dragon riders. As they swooped in, the crowd cheered as they faded back into view to drop the sheep into the Lightfury's basket. Taking a quick look at the other baskets, (Y/N) could see that Astrid already had two sheep while Hiccup had three, meaning there were only six more sheep to find before the black sheep was released.

Pulling back on Stardust's saddle, the whistle that commonly was handed to the Nightfury rang out, filling the air as she shot away from the arena. The two of them didn't have time to waste as Stardust looked out for any stray sheep while (Y/N) looked for any dragon riders in the air with sheep.

As her eyes landed on Berk's Nightfury, a grin spread across her face. "Stardust, we need to go after Toothless. Make sure he doesn't see us coming."

Stardust shot out another plasma shot, cloaking them as Toothless looked back as the noise echoed. The dragon's eyes narrowed as it searched for Stardust but eventually had to look away when nothing turned up. Hovering above him though was Stardust as (Y/N) began to climb from her back. (Y/N) kept a hand situated on the saddle as she got ready to drop. Her feet touched down on the leathery back of Toothless, a confused yelp escaping him as his head shot back once again. As the feeling began to climb along his back, he tried to hiss out a warning to Hiccup.

"I'll be taking that," (Y/N) yelled as she tore the sheep from Hiccup's hands before launching herself off and over Toothless's head. Toothless gargled as (Y/N) went falling off of him, diving through thin air as she waited for Stardust to catch her. She continued to fall for a few seconds before she saw a floating sheep hurtling towards her in the claws of Stardust as she faded back into existence once more. (Y/N) landed on Stardust's back harshly, her bones rattling as one of her hands unlatched from the sheep to grab onto Stardust as she turned to the arena, a Nightfury on her tail.

"I'm going to need that back, (Y/N)," Hiccup called as he tried to keep up with (Y/N) and her Lightfury. Adjusting his metal foot, Toothless's tail changed directions, giving them a gust of speed. The soft grunts of a Monstrous Nightmare behind him were slightly startling with how close Snotlout and Hookfang were to catch up to them. Stating his thoughts, Hiccup said, "We can't let that happen, bud."

Toothless made his agreement known as he flapped his wings once, shooting away from Snotlout as they grew closer to Stardust. But no matter what they seemed to do, Stardust had an impossible lead on them. So there was no stopping it when Hiccup watched as both sheep were dropped into the Lightfury's basket. Hiccup and her were now tied. Astrid still had two but the twins had been able to score themself a sheep of their own. Nine sheep found, three to go.

(Y/N) and Stardust shot up once more, hoping to make one final round before the black sheep could be found. They didn't bother to vanish again, shooting through the sky as they tried to find more sheep. It was when a commotion could be heard above them. Meatlug had a sheep clutched in her claws while Stormfly and Barf and Belch tried to herd the sheep towards them. Fishlegs was panicking from atop the Gronckle, a perfect opportunity for (Y/N) to steal it.

Barf and Belch slammed into the side of Meatug, making the Gronckke growl as the sheep was dropped from her to retrieve the fallen sheep already gone after it. Stormfly was close to grabbing it within her claws when Stardust shot forward, sweeping the sheep from the air as she spiraleD up. “You’re going to have to be quicker than that if you want to win this!”

"Stormfly fetch!" Astrid yelled and the excited growl that erupted from Stormfly was anything to go by, (Y/N) was going to be in trouble.

"Fly Stardust, fly," (Y/N) screeched as the Deadly Nadder's eyes locked onto the both of them. Stardust's head shook as she shot forward, taking sharp turns to try and lose Stormfly as they were chased down. (Y/N)'s eyes landed on the last two remaining sheep. Patting on Stardust's neck, the Lightfury's eyes also landed on where (Y/N) was looking. "This is going to be a close one."

Dropping down, Stardust got all of her claws ready, planning on holding one sheep in each pair. As they reached the sheep, Stadust's front claws were able to score the first sheep but as she started to lift, her black claws pointing out to latch onto the sheep's fur, something snatched it out from under her. "I think it's only fair that I get this one after what happened earlier."

It was Hiccup. Both Stardust and (Y/N) were left slightly dumbfounded as they followed after the Nightfury. The others had caught onto their catchings and were trailing after them, making a train of dragons and dragon riders. As Hiccup threw his sheep down, followed by (Y/N) and her two, a final horn rang out, signalling the black sheep as the scores rested five to (Y/N), Hiccup at four, Astrid at two and the twins at one. Whoever grabbed this sheep would seal the victory.

"It's just one more sheep, Stardust," (Y/N) whispered to her dragon, the two of them shooting away from the arena along with all the other dragon riders. (Y/N) could hear them also muttering encouragements to their dragons. "We've come far enough to win this all."

As she spoke, she heard the launch of the sheep, the subtle clank of the chains smacking against wood as the black sheep went flying. It was a fight of flames and talons as all eyes locked onto the black sheep. It was a certain Nightfury that was able to shoot forward and steal the sheep into his clutches. That's when the chase broke out again.

Toothless had an advantage with speed, taking a small lead as Stormfly and Stardust were close behind. Both dragons were trying to shoot forward in front of the other, the riders on their back yelling jeers at each other as their dragons did the work. It was only when Stardust was able to push herself forward in a burst of speed that Astrid let out a frustrated yell. "He's right there Stardust. It's now or never."

As her agreement Stardust flew under Toothless, getting close enough that (Y/N) could reach up and snatch the Blacksheep from his claws, earning a snap from the dragon. "Right, let's go."

As they lowered themselves even further, Stardust let out a roar as they flew. The arena could be seen coming up, crowds of Vikings hitting each other and jumping up to see who had the black sheep as they all rode in.

It didn't stop there though. As they began to dip into the arena, Snotlout came hurtling around from the other side of the arena, an axe in hand as he tried to swing it toward (Y/N)'s head. Stardust already acted as (Y/N) yelled, "Dive, dive, dive!"

Nearly falling from Stardust's back because of the lost grip she had, a not-very Viking-sounding squeak as she fought to grip onto Stardust's saddle. Stardust rumbled from below her as she knocked her tail up, bumping (Y/N) further up her saddle as she swung around the arena, weaving in and out from the different dragons as they tried to steal what was theirs.

As the black sheep made contact with the Lightfury's basket, the sheep getting squashed in with the other ones, a ripple broke out through the stadium as the race ended.

"Yes," (Y/N) yelled as she threw both her arms out, Stardust throwing her own call to the wind as they sailed across the arena perimeter, close enough to the stands that some of the Vikings could read out and congratulate her.

"That's my girl," (Y/N) heard the yell from Hiccup as he flew up next to her, the tips of Toothless and Stardust's wings overlapping. "I almost thought I'd be able to win one over you."

"That is where you must have gone wrong," (Y/N) called back before Stardust was steering her to Stoick's seat, the man waiting happily with a grumbling Spitelout not too far away from him. "Have I won you enough gold, Stoick?"

His booming laugh shot around. "You have this time."

"Placing bets again Dad?" Hiccup questioned as he fell from Toothless's saddle, climbing over to (Y/N) where he pulled her from Stardust's saddle and placed a kiss on the side of her head.

"Of course I was Hiccup," Stoick said as he watched the two. "Picked the right dragon as well."

Turning around to face Hiccup, (Y/N) grinned up at him. "You want to go on another race?"

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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The clockmaker, the crow and the mantis

[contains vulgar language]

SUMMARY: When an infamous assassin breaks into his office, Kaz Brekker is offered a part in a strange scheme. Despite their mutual dislike, the two might yet have a common goal.

(enemies to lovers I guess?)

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2.2k

A feeling of a cold breeze brushing against his clothes makes Kaz stop immediately - he hasn't opened the window in weeks. The barely noticeable gust of wind tugs gently at the paperwork in front of him. Flames dance ever so slightly on their wicks. The darkness pooling in the corners of the room, where the candlelight can’t quite reach, seems deeper, more imposing, as though it wasn't the lack of light creating it but something much more alive, much more sinister.

Something moves out of the corner of his eye, bordering realism and phantasm. He gets up quickly, hand gripping the decorative cane that had seen its fair share of blood. Calculated, careful steps lead him to the centre of the room as Kaz studies the shapeless shadows encircling him like an ominous vignette.

His heart picks up its pace. A muffled sound of chatter and laughter reaches his ears from behind the heavy door. Horse hooves clatter against cobblestone, a wooden carriage quietly creeks as it rolls through the streets somewhere outside the building. But not a sound, except his own laboured breathing, comes from inside his office. The air doesn’t smell differently and even his eyes can’t quite discern between malicious darkness and the shadows he’s so used to being surrounded by.

By all accounts, Kaz is alone in his office that couldn’t have been tainted by an intruder. Despite his senses not earning him any useful information, he knows his privacy has been breached. It’s unclear what to call this sensation but it appears only in certain kinds of people - those who have been tried by particular ways of life. Their consciousness as if expands, almost miraculously sensing long knives in the dead of night.

Kaz swings his cane at a rather formless shadow by his side. Just as he expected, the staff comes into contact with something. Right there, where light meets darkness and safety of visibility becomes an impenetrable abyss, tips of gloved fingers appear, holding his cane mid-air. The grip is strong, textbook as if. Foreseen.

"Maybe listen to me first, you knucklehead,” resounds from the darkness.

He has to take a step back as the stranger emerges from the veil of the night, both of them still tightly gripping either side of the cane. The deep hood covers their eyes, making the lower half of their face easily visible. Kaz immediately notices a characteristic, pinkish scar ending about an inch below their right eye. The first button of their long, dark double-breasted coat is left open, revealing a grey shirt with moth-shaped collar pins. There’s so many pouches and pockets attached to their clothes - he couldn’t count them if he tried. Even more, Kaz can’t even begin to guess what they hide. A golden chain of their pocket watch glistens in the dim candlelight as they move forward, pushing Kaz farther back.

There’s only one wraith haunting Ketterdam that fits this description:

"Mantis,” he spits out.

"You know Krolmeister, the old clockmaker?" she asks calmly. Despite their less-than-friendly meeting, the assassin appears hardly bothered. One can only assume she has, in fact, been greeted in much worse ways and if one was to believe the wild legends people tell about her, even after applying a generous grain of salt, she can compete for the Dirtyhands title with him.

"I don't see how he has anything to do with you breaking into my office."

"He's the direct, well, indirect, reason why I'm here but we'll get to this in a moment. Mister Krolmeister has offered me a contract. A contract for you, to be precise.” She pauses for a moment, no doubt studying his demeanour, the reaction for such news. Her own face, however, remains just as unmoved making it impossible to say what she makes of his behaviour. Kaz clenches his jaw, already preparing for a fight with someone he can never measure up to. Part of him isn’t surprised in the slightest - after all, in what other way could the Bastard of the Barrell possibly pass away? Mantis leans offhandedly close to his face and continues in a voice barely above a whisper: “Now, you and I both have heads with more use than just wearing hats, so you're probably wondering what you had done to poor Bernard Krolmeister for him to have you killed. The short answer is nothing but the long answer is a lot more interesting. Care to listen?"

The woman lets go of the cane, giving Kaz a chance to strike her but he only lowers the staff to lean on it once again. He may be proud but he’s not stupid - if she had indeed come to kill him, he would have already been long dead, before his mind could even compute the final blow.

"Do not waste my time. Speak."

If he was trying to appear menacing, he has failed. Mantis casually strolls past him, towards a chair by the desk. She sits down, crosses her legs and only then gives Kaz an explanation: "My expertise on the matter tells me that Krolmesiter is nothing but a proxy, a dummy middle-man to blame if something goes south. Blackmail, probably, but that doesn't matter for now. That scenario suggests that there's someone above him, a puppet master if you will. And that puppet master, whoever they are, has good business in having you gone. Considering those two elements, the proxy and the determination, I'm certain you could accurately guess who's truly behind that contract.”

Kaz can’t help the scowl on his face. Her perplexing audacity, a clear and yet indirect disregard for him, makes the man grip the model crow atop his cane ever tighter. His teeth clatter against one another while Kaz contemplates the nature of a violent act that is bound to take her down a peg. Even after his list reaches double digits in just a few seconds, he knows better than to try anything - not yet, at least.

"You’re just a murder, Mantis, no matter how expensive.”

His words don’t bother the woman as she continues to play with a paperweight on the desk. Her fingers make him wonder for a moment - even when gloved, they’re clearly thin and long, without a sign of heavy labour on them. They move swiftly and elegantly across the figurine, feeling its dips and rises as though she’s trying to remember them. Those are hands of a pianist or a prestidigitator, someone who’s precision borders on a miracle.

She’s not even looking at him. Kaz feels his patience running thin. One can still work as an assassin without a finger or two, no? Without a whole hand, perhaps?

“Why should I believe even a single word of this fairytale built on hypotheticals?" he grits through his teeth.

The gentle movement of her fingers stops abruptly. Finally, Mantis looks away from the brass paperweight. Kaz still can’t see her eyes but he can feel them - there’s something primal about her gaze like a predator studying its prey for any sign of hesitation. Heavy paperweight or not, if he turns his back to her, it might just be the last thing he does.

“True, I am but a humble murderer.” Mantis mockingly puts a hand on her chest and bows her head. “But I’m really fucking good at it, too. I’m not asking for belief. Just trust my reputation.”

Kaz doesn’t answer for a longer while. His eyes bore into the hooded figure sitting in front of him. Disillusioned, he knows she’s doing exactly the same thing. The observation makes him even angrier but for an entirely different reason - perhaps, they are, after all, similar in some way. The restless urge sitting under his skin gets only more urgent. Kaz needs to hit something. Now.

“Why are you telling me all of this? Want me to pay you for telling me someone wants me dead?”

The man scoffs. It’s no news to him - everyday someone tries to get under his skin. Some figuratively, others literally.

"I need you to play dead for the next two days,” she states candidly. “You're silent, so I'm guessing you're interested. If I'm correct, and there's hardly any possibility I'm not, after I tell Bernard that the mighty Kaz Brekker had been dealt with, he's sure to inform a direct messenger between him and the possible blackmailer. I follow him, learn a thing or two and get back to you. And you'll get half of the reward. How's that?"

In slow limps, Kaz narrows the space between them. Mantis is still sitting, making the man tower over her but he knows it’s not much of an advantage. He leans further on his cane moving his face obscenely close to hers. An aroma of rainwater and grease fills his nostrils as he takes in a ragged breath:

"What do you get out of this deal?"

"Aside from like a hundred thousand Kruge? Peace,” she says with a shrug. Mantis looks away for a moment. She puckers her lips, sighs and turns back to him. “I don't like you, Kaz Brekker.” The way her words pierce the tension between them leaves no doubts about their honesty. “Damn, I'd probably open champagne if your head rolled into the gutter.” A light shake of head before she continues. “But you are, I'm afraid, a necessary evil. Say, if you do die, who will take your place on this throne of filth called the Barrel? You're a shitstain but you're tolerable."

To his own surprise, Kaz is speechless. Out of all the things she could ask in return for the information, Mantis only wants the Barrel to not get more problematic than it already is. As strangely kindhearted as it may sound, he continues to have a hard time tolerating her condescending attitude. Kaz Brekker is the king of this steaming pile of shit and to her, he appears to be nothing beyond an over glorified guard dog. Not even an imposing one, it seems.

"Those are some big words for someone who kills to make a living, don't you think?” He tilts his head in a futile attempt to see more of her face. “I suppose it takes a shitstain to know a shitstain."

"As much as both of us hate to admit it, a day has come when we need each other. Anyway, I won't take any more of your time. Places to go, people to kill, you know how it goes.”

Mantis throws her legs over the armrest of the chair and in swift strides makes her way towards the window. Considering her line of business, doors of any kind were prohibited. In a clearly experienced motion, she places a flat metal bar between the window frame and the windowsill, opening her exit in a smooth act. Before she climbs through his window only to disappear like a dream at the break of dawn, Kaz stops her one last time:

"You should be wary. Birds tend to eat praying mantis."

He watches as her lips curve into a cocky smile. "Only if he can catch her."

And with those words, she dives through the window, dissolving into the black night as though it was his fantasy that brought her to life. Kaz stands alone in his office. Nothing about the room has changed, even the brass paperweight is placed exactly as it was before Mantis put her hand on it. In some way, the assassin was never there. Despite her elusive nature, the smell of grease and rain will linger in his nose for a few more days, haunting him like the wraith of Ketterdam she is.

Jesper knows something is wrong the moment he notices Kaz’s bitter expression. Although his boss appears to wear a grimace most of the time, the wrinkle between his eyebrows seems slightly deeper than it did just a few hours ago. He’s clenching his jaw, looking at the people in his club with a patronizing scowl.

"You alright, boss?" he asks when Kaz reaches the bar counter.

But Brekker isn’t fast to answer. He downs the drink Jesper got for himself. Gripping the edge of the counter like his life depends on it, he begins to explain:

"I'm dead, Jesper."

Kaz isn’t funny. Truth be told, he doesn’t seem to have even a speck of a sense of humour. Despite that, Jesper dismisses the notion that his boss could be serious. It sounds ridiculous.

"You look pretty alive to me,” he says in a slow, reluctant tone. Maybe he missed something obvious?

An accusatory index finger makes Jesper unknowingly lean back slightly. "Tell everyone I'm dead, stabbed in my own office. And do it now."

"Hold on, what?” He shakes his head. “Why would you be dead?"

"Just do it, Jesper.” Kaz lets out a defeated sigh. The smart choice just so happens to be the one he hates. “You'll know in due time. All we can do now is wait."

Jesper watches Kaz’s back as he walks back up the stairs into his office. A familiar anxiety blooms in his chest - something big is about to happen and he might just have the front-row seat.

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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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Here with me

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Neteyam x fem!omaticaya reader

PART 2

In which: You are a healer and Neteyam fights the battle against the sky people without his father knowing, comes back wounded, and earns not only a lecture from him, but from you.

Warning(s): Swearing, Kissing, mentions of getting hurt, blood, Neteyam being an idiot

If you got payed everytime you woke up to Neteyam gone, you’d be filthy rich by now. You knew he had duties to fulfill, and his father ordered him around a lot, but it still hurt knowing he cared that little for you. Your hammock felt empty without your mate, not even being able to go back to sleep without him.

Now, you were walking into Mo’at’s pod, her eyes not noticing you at first as she mixed the herbal mix in her hands. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Y/N” you entered the doorway and she looked up, giving you a small smile before waving you over to her.

“You are worried, yes?” She asks as you sit next to her, earning a nod of your head. You weren’t so much worried about Neteyam, but the people above that were currently trying to attack the forest once again.

Neteyam wasn’t aloud to fight in the battle, seeing as Jake feared something horrible might happen to him and Lo’ak. Neytiri always ended up dragging Neteyam by the ear back into your shared pod, lecturing him right in front of you. Even at 19, his mother still scared him.

Man, did neytiri scare everyone.

“The sky people… do you think we will win again?” She sighs, placing the herbal mix onto the small table in front of you. She turned to you, taking your hands in hers.

“Do not worry, Sweet girl. It’ll all be okay” she could sense your fear from just sitting next to you, but she had fear as well. Fear that Jake wouldn’t be successful again or worse, they’d lose their home again.

“Have you seen Neteyam? He left without telling me this morning and I… I get the feeling that something is wrong” this didn’t feel like the usually him leaving to go hunt, it felt like he had left to do something much, much bigger. Your mates intuition was never wrong, and that’s what worried you the most, because if you felt he was hurt, he could very much be hurt.

“What do you mean, child? Neteyam and Lo’ak went riding just hours ago” you sighed at her words and nodded your head, running a hand through your long hair. “You know, you are the perfect girl for my grandson” your heart skipped a beat once she speaks, watching her sweet smile reassure your worried feeling. “You look out for him, a very good healer too” you laugh as she rubs your back, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Learned from the best” she shook her head with a laugh, standing to her feet. “When do you think they will be back?”

“Probably sunset, you know how they ar-“

“Your supposed to be spotters! Spot them and call it in—from a distance!” Both you and Mo’at’s ears perked at the sound of Jake’s raised voice, looking at each other once you put the pieces together.

You rushed out of the pod as you listened to your mate’s father completely yell at the boys and the more you approached, the more visible things were starting to become.

“Jesus I let you two genius’s fly a mission and you disobey direct orders!” He continues to yell, Neteyam’s head held down to his feet the entire time.

“What the hell is going-” Your voice faded as your eyes caught glimpse of the many cuts and bruises along your mates body, your eyes widening as you grab hold of his arm to examine his wounds. “I don’t understand… Mo’at said you went riding”

“These two knuckleheads tried to be their own fucking hero and tried to fight the sky people” Jake informs you and your eyes shoot death stares into Neteyam’s. The sky people? Does he not understand he could’ve died?

“I take full responsibility, sir-“

“Yeah, You do” Jake shook his head, “this is ridiculous! You are going to get your brother killed” he glared at Lo’ak and then at you, letting out a heavy sigh. “Y/N, would you please go help Mo’at with the wounded”

“My mate is wounded” you glare at his father, your fingers tracing over the many cuts along his back.

“Ma’Jake, your son is actually bleeding” Neytiri tilted her head, her eyes growing soft at his look. Neteyam shook his head at her words, pulling his arm from your grasp.

“I’m fine, it’s fine” You swear you could have punched him in that moment. Fine? This was anything, but fine.

“Go get patched up. You are dismissed” Neteyam gives one last look to Lo’ak before walking away from his family but you followed close behind. Your anger increased while you watched the boy walk faster in front of you, avoiding your contact.

“Neteyam” The two of you enter your pod but he keeps walking, ignoring your every call to his name. Your body fills with rage as you walk to him, grabbing his arm forcefully to turn him towards you. “Fucking look at me!”

His eyes meet yours and your now able to see the cuts on his face, your eyes softening as your hands practically flew to his face. “It is fine, Y/N-“

“Say that again and I swear to Eywa I will kill you” he sighs at your raised voice and sits down, he already knew the drill. His head low while he still looked at you, watching you grab the healing kit that sat on the other side of your pod. “Your a fucking Skxawng”

You sat behind your mate, draining the water from the soaked cloth in your hand before running it along his wounds. How could he be this stupid? This irresponsible?

“I am sorry, Syulang” (flower) you didn’t respond to him, continuing to clean his wounds as you felt your heart crumble once again. This was just one of the many heart attacks he had given you since you mated and sometimes, you think maybe he thought it was funny.

He hissed as you clean his wounds further, trying his hardest to get you to speak to him. He was desperate. He knew how you were after he worried you, but when he was hurt? Oh Eywa, it was so much worse.

You patched the boys back wounds before moving to sit in front of him, pulling his head piece up to reveal a trail of blood running down his face.

“Ma’Tìyawn, please” (my love) you bit down onto your bottom lip harder then you could have imagined, wiping the blood from his face with the newly fresh cloth. You wanted to yell, you wanted to scream so terribly because if you didn’t, you would cry.

His hand cupped your face as he watched your eyes begin to water, his own softening at your expression. He hurt you, and that was the only thing he truly cared about.

“Stop touching me, Neteyam” you push his hand away from you, his ears falling low at your disappointed voice. He felt terrible for putting you through this again, making you feel like he was your responsibility.

“Please, Y/N. I’m sorry” he begged, not daring to touch you again but practically suffocating you with his voice. “I should have told you I-“

“You should have told me? You should have fucking told me, Neteyam?” You mugged the boy, you had never been so angry with him yet so glad he was here, safe with you. “What if that was me? What if I left and came back bleeding?”

“You have to understand who my family is, Y/N. My father is Toruk Makto, I can’t just sit around and wait for him to give me orders. I have to fight, it’s in my blood”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Neteyam” it was more forward then a question. You stared into the boys eyes as your own filled with tears, his face softening at you.

“At first it was just scouting, but then Lo’ak wanted to help and when I tried to tell him off, he went anyway” he reasons, taking your shaking hands in his. “I had to go after him, Y/N. He’s my little brother”

You hated that you couldn’t be mad at him, but he scared you, and he knew that. You knew he couldn’t control Lo’ak and man, you were going to beat his ass when you see him later.

“How did you get these” he sighs at your question, thinking about lying for a second until you glared at him—already knowing his thoughts.

“I got hit and was stuck under rubble, my dad found me and pulled me out before it got bad” You scoffed and shook your head, continuing to clean the wounds on his face. He had many more covering his chest and some on his legs, but you couldn’t bare to look at his bleeding face any longer. “But I’m okay. That’s all that matters, right?”

You took a deep breath as you felt your eyes water ten times worse, and you gripped the cloth in your hand, draining the blood into the bucket next to you. You hated when he saw you like this, but this only made him love you so much more. The way you cared for him never seemed to actually register in his mind until you cried, and he felt like shit for doing that to you.

“Please don’t cry, pretty girl” His hands laid against your waist, fingertips gliding against your skin. Oh how much he hated himself right now. He wanted to scream at himself, at the world, and most importantly, Lo’ak. He had to remember it wasn’t just him getting hurt now—you were his mate, with him for life, and if he was hurt, so were you.

“I’m so done with this, Neteyam” you choked out, closing your eyes as you felt a tear fall. There were too many close calls, you didn’t know how much more you could take. He cupped your face in his large hands, his thumb wiping the tears from your cheeks. “The thought of losing you fucking terrifies me”

His eyes soften at your words and he pulls you in close, wrapping his arms around you as you did the same, now straddling his lap. Your fear of losing him was times infinity, worried he’d end up like everyone else and leave you. You couldn’t bare that feeling, not again.

It felt like history had been repeating itself. When you and neteyam were 17 and you got into an argument over your safety—the day you admitted you loved each other. That might have been the only time you’d ever seen him cry, so worried that you would get hurt.

“You won’t lose me, Ma’Tìyawn. I promise” Neteyam mumbled softly, pulling away from you the smallest bit. His vibrant yellows staring into yours as the wind blowing your hair loosely behind your ears.

Man, this felt like deja vu.

It wasn't until he pulled you closer and pressed his soft lips against your own, leaving you with the wandering idea of you staying mad at him. You found yourself yearning for the feeling, moving into the now very passionate kiss and your hands starting to make their way to his face.

His arm swiftly snaked around your waist and he pulled you into his lap, making you gasp against his lips. Your mouth moved fervently against his, feeling and hearing the way he groaned beneath you only made you lose your mind. Something about the moment—something about him, it was pure bliss. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

But by just one clear of the throat, everything had broken, and you found yourself scrambling to get off your mates lap, turning to whoever had interrupted your passionate moment.

“Mom is asking for you back at the pod” Lo’ak scratches his head before leaving, clearly uncomfortable with what he had just saw. Neteyam couldn’t help but burst into laughter, immediately causing you to hit his chest.

“Shut it, you fucking Skxawng!” You stood to your feet as he continued to laugh, crossing your arms at your mate.

“Come on, you just forgave me” he walked to you but you didn’t budge, watching him tilt his head to the side so his braids shook everywhere.

“I never said I forgave you” And with one small smirk, he had you up in the air over his shoulder—holding you tight against him, ignoring your protest as you hit his back laughing uncontrollably. “Neteyam!”

The two of you laughed as he dropped you onto your shared hammock, leaning down to press a small kiss to your lips. “It doesn’t have to be this difficult, you know”

He felt bad for leaving you once again but he would be back, and you wouldn’t forget what he had planned for you once he returned. You kissed his jaw and twisted his hair between your fingers, watching his ears lower as his eyes shut. “Your making it really hard to leave, Syulang”

You hummed, pulling his face away from yours to look at. He was practically begging with his eyes, and you could feel the heat rise between your legs. This wasn’t good—but man, did it feel so right.

“I know you will be back, Sevin ‘evengan. Go see what your mom needs” (pretty boy) you gave him a small smile and watched him huff in response, leaving the pod with the roll of his eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile at the tingling feeling against your lips, laying your head against the netting under you as you sighed. Neteyam was an idiot at times, and sure as hell scared the shit out of you every time he went out, but you loved that boy with everything in you—and you couldn’t thank anyone but Eywa for bringing him to you.

He was here with you, until the end of time.

I wanted to do a Angst part and a smut part for people who aren’t comfortable reading smut lol soooooo here’s part 2 (SMUT)

#avatar fanfiction #avatar 2 #avatar x you #avatar the way of water #avatar #neteyam x reader #neteyam angst #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully #neteyam #idiots in love #idiots in denial

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wukong-s-only-wife5000 · 5 months

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Aaaaa I love your writing so much omg!!<3

Can I perhaps get a Monkey King: Reborn. Where him and the reader get into a argument, and he says something he doesn’t mean to out of complete anger. Making the reader really upset and running off. Than maybe something happens to the reader and Wukong feels hella bad But they eventually make up?🥺💖

So I guess this one would kinda be like where he gets mad? Sorry I know this is more angst and comfort. I just thought more details would be helpful. Anyways sorry again if this doesn’t really fit anything. ;<;

He's Mad: Reborn!Wukong.

Pair: Reborn Wukong x chubby!Reader.

Word Count: 1505.

Content/Trigger Warnings: insecurities are triggered.

Authors Notes: No need to apologize! This is an amazing one. I really enjoyed writing this one even though it hurt my heart a bit, thanks so much for the submission. <3 Hope you enjoy!

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It doesn't take much to get Sun Wukong angry; especially when you're the target of discussion. He's overprotective and very possessive over you, it's to be expected, you are his baby after all. He wants to make sure you're looked after, protected and cared for; most importantly know that you're cared for. However, today’s anger wasn't just like every other day mad… no, no, today you were the target of his anger, and obviously you knew better than to take his shit sitting down.

Now, granted, you'd agree that the situation you had gotten into was your fault, and you already felt bad that you put everyone else in danger… It wasn't really your fault that the jaguar demon thought it was a good idea to mess with you because he thought you were a ‘weak and defenseless little pork thing’.

You had to admit that it triggered you a lot, it really hit home and maybe something might have been said about him being a leopard wanna be that he… didn't take kindly to and tried to attack you before Wukong set him right. Yes, your boyfriend beat the shit outta him and sent him running. It's just that Wukong snapping at you like he did afterwards was the last thing you needed.

“Look, I get that-” you started, but he cut you off.

“I knew this would happen,” he chuckled and shook his head. You could clearly tell that that chuckle wasn't a humorous one, but one that warned he was losing it. However, his statement confused you, and you narrowed your eyes on him.

What did he mean he ‘knew this would happen’?

“What? What do you mean you knew it would happen?” you questioned him, though in your gut, you could tell that was where you really messed up.

“I knew this would happen,” he repeated, this time looking at you with that glare that he had never shot you before. “You never do anything right! You always have to find some way, shape, or form to say or do something that pisses off something bigger and stronger than you. Then I’m always the one who has to come save you because you keep screwing things up and getting yourself into unnecessary trouble! For once in your life can you just do as you're told and stay where I can see you?!”

“Not once have I ever asked you to do anything of the sort for me… but since I'm such a burden to you,” you clenched your fists and lowered your head a bit. “I’ll just leave, then!” you yelled before you stormed off away from him.

“Shit…” he grumbled as he watched you walk away from him. The sight immediately sobering him up from his previous rage. “(Y/n), wait!” but… you were gone. You may be thick and short, but you were fast.

Wukong continued to growl and grumble curses as he paced up and down. Him and his big mouth! How could he say that to you? He's such a knucklehead. He tried his best to get his emotions in check, but the thought of you being mad at him was just pissing him off more. He sat against a boulder, staring out at the cliff view with an intense glare, as if the view was to blame for him getting mad in the first place. He'd put himself in a temporary timeout so he could cool down before finding you.

You yourself, well… you hated that the tears kept on falling no matter how many times you'd wiped them away. You knew Wukong didn't mean what he said to you, but that didn't mean that his words hurt any less. What made it hurt the worst was that he wasn't exactly wrong. You did have a tendency to get yourself and everyone else in danger, but it wasn't like you did it on purpose!

Hearing Wujing unlikely or Pigsy more likely say that wouldn't have hurt as much, but hearing your boyfriend say something like that? It shattered you like the most fragile glass in the world. You had to admit, you didn't exactly handle his outburst any better.

“Real mature, (Y/n)… storming off with your tail between your legs,” you grumbled to yourself as you finally found a spot and plopped down. “I'm such an idiot…”

The tears that filled your eyes and blurred your vision finally continued to fall like a waterfall. Salty tears that fell down your face and felt never-ending.

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You don't know how much time really passed, but by the time you had decided to

“There you are, where have you been?!” Pigsy was the first to chastise you with his fists on his hips, but he immediately shut up hearing Wukong growl at him.

“Sorry I was gone so long,” you cursed internally when your voice broke.

“Are you alright?” Tang was the first to ask, never really showing it, but you could tell he was a bit worried about you.

“I'm fine, just a bit tired. I guess I fell asleep after my walk,” you lied through your teeth, though it was a lie that all but Wukong believed without question.

The Monkey King watched you walk over to sit by the fireplace at the centre of the camp. Meat dinner appeared to be a fish monster that you figured Wukong caught whilst he was out blowing off the rest of his steam, which was true. You knew him well. No matter how good the cooked fish smelled, you just didn't have an appetite and the thought of eating food made you feel sick.

You heard Wujing telling a story or talking about some legend as he always did, but you didn't pay attention and neither did Wukong. Your mind was somewhere not even you knew the location of, and Wukong’s attention was rotated from you to his meal then straight back to you. It hurt his heart knowing that he had hurt you in his rage, but it worried him even more seeing you hadn't touched any of the food.

Once everyone finally decided to get some sleep, you and Wukong were left outside.

“You're not eating,” he spoke.

“Not hungry,” you said softly, but of course your stomach chose then to make the loudest protest that made Wukong huff through his nose in amusement.

“Yeah, I can tell,”

You wanted to smile or chuckle, but you surprisingly managed to keep to yourself. Without a word, Wukong sat beside you, an action that made your heart race every single time… this time was no exception. He gave you a bowl with the fish meat and bread, small but filling. The rumble in your stomach made him win, so you took the bowl with a soft ‘thank you’. His elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, his eyes were focused on the firewood as you ate quietly.

“What’d that bastard say to you?” he glanced at you mid-bite of your toasted bread. When you told him, he was seething, but didn't bother to say anything else as you continued to eat.

He felt like a bigger fool than he did before. He knew he should have asked your side of the story, but he was just so pissed off that you almost got attacked that he wasn't thinking straight.

“(Y/n)-” he started once you were finished and set the bowl aside. Just saying your name, you could tell he was desperate, something else that made your heart race.

“Don't bother,” you said softly, shaking your head a bit. “I know…”

“No,” he looked at you with anguish on his face as he sat on the floor, his hands held yours on your lap. He looked so pathetic and vulnerable, it broke your heart to see him like this. “I shouldn't have said that to you, I was out of line. What's worse, I hurt your feelings and made you cry,”

“Wukong-” your voice was soft, but he cut you off.

“I'm so sorry, Peach.” he pulled you onto his lap and nuzzled your shoulder and neck with his face, his fur tickling your skin. “I'm so so so sorry,”

“It's okay,” you couldn't help but smile at his behaviour. He continued to nuzzle you before he pulled you to straddle him, and he continued nuzzling and kissing your neck. You sighed heavily as sweat dropped from your forehead… You were stuck…

“Wukong-”

“No,” he immediately declined, holding you close to his chest, not willing to let you go.

His right arm held you firmly against his chest while his left hand intertwined with yours, his thumb caressed your hand tenderly. You sighed once more. You fell into a trap… Now he won't be letting you go till he thinks you've forgiven him, even though you already have.

“I love you, you dummy,” you smiled and hugged his torso.

“I love you so much more, peach,” he said softly and placed a kiss on your forehead.

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Val didn't think she could get that angry over something that stupid and yet, there she was, screaming in the middle of the packed courtyard during the lunch break. She felt the boiling rush of fury shooting through her veins, burning her eyes and mouth as if she got a face full of fire and when she realized what it meant, it was too late to even try to control it. She had enough of this thick-headed werewolf pestering her since the Rave'N.

"Enough of this bullshit, Adam!"

She saw Xavier in her field of vision, stopping near some other group of guys, watching her as her face contorted into her true form, features elongating, sharpening, hollowing her cheeks as she shouted.

The anger overtook her.

Her pupils momentarily dissolved, covering her eyeballs in absolute blackness, dark and bottomless with rage. She felt her other set of teeth force their way out of her gums painfully because of their sharpness, protruding for a second before snapping back in, leaving a coppery taste of blood on her tongue.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

She panted, trying to regain composure and desperately not to let panic overcome her. This was the very first time she let her true form show publicly. Since no-one - except her group of friends from the Nightshades - knew about her being a nixie, a rusalka, a water demonic entity, they most definitely knew now. But even her friends never saw her in this form.

She closed her eyes, praying they would come back to normal when she opened them back again. She heard the footsteps of the Adam guy fade away and a small hand appeared on her shoulder.

Enid.

"Wow. Just, wow." She squealed into her ear. "That was bad-ass, girl. Totes bad bitch energy!"

She heard the rest of the group agree, Kent even whistled in approval.

Val's body twitched slightly as she slowly felt the tension subsiding, only now realizing how stiff she was, how hard she gritted her teeth, afraid the other set might snap back out again. She didn't expect their reaction to be positive at all and she felt warmth form in her chest. She couldn't believe she had such wonderful people around her. It made her feel accepted.

Xavier stood there, the image of his girlfriend in the form he only saw in an old musty book he found in the Nightshades' Library still fresh before his eyes. He watched the dude Val was just screeching at stop at the group of werewolves from his wing. He knew they were a bunch of knuckleheads, not very bright, always talking about how many girls they pulled every night, when the truth was they were just getting high and drunk every weekend with no single girl in sight. And then he heard the Adam guy saying the words he least expected in his situation.

"...I would definitely tame that little demon bitch, dude. Like, did you see her sharp dirty little mouth? How sick she looked?"

They all laughed and howled, making Xavier's face heat up with anger.

"Ow man, her kind fucks dudes to death!" More laughter ensued.

"Wild."

"Yea, but she's deffo all bite and scratch until you, y'kno, stuff your cock in her little cun–"

He couldn't stand this anymore. Anxiety and anger stabbed through his chest, constricting his lungs. His expression turned sour and he started towards Val, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. He wouldn't have that.

His sudden movement startled the group and he was glad he got their attention, hoping they were shocked to see him appearing in such close proximity to them. Everyone knew he was dating her but some apparently needed a reminder.

He would show them who she really belonged to.

He stomped through the yard, closing the distance in a few, long strides and slung his lanky arms around Val's waist, pressing his body flush against her back, making her jump.

"Hey baby," he murmured into her ear, his voice audibly grumpy, his hot breath on her skin making her shiver slightly. He tugged at her collar, loosening her tie and pulling the material open just enough for the hickeys he left yesterday on her neck and collarbones to be visible, while hugging her close and gliding his lips over the other side of her neck. His eyes bore into the faces of the group of werewolves the entire time, relishing in the way they shifted uncomfortably. They realized he heard them.

Val melted into his touch, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips, the tension subsiding at the warmth of his body.

"Hey," she breathed, focusing on the feeling of his hair pressed against her cheek, trying not to moan at the wonderful sensation his mouth left with those sloppy kisses he was an expert at. Her back arched involuntarily and she pressed her butt against his thighs, earning a small grunt from him.

"Yea, hey to you too, Xavier," Divina piped up, a playful exasperation in her voice. "It's so nice to see you."

"Oh, we are good, thank you so much for asking." Yoko continued with an eye roll clear in her voice and the group snickered.

There was a snap of a picture being taken and a loud squeal, followed by rapid tapping on the phone screen. Enid would definitely update her blog tonight and Xavier knew he and his girlfriend would be the main topic for the next week, considering everything that happened. He grinned viciously against Val's skin, still not letting go of the material of her shirt. He hoped the purple marks were very clear in the photo.

The sound of Enid's excitement brought Val back to full alert.

"Xav, what are you doing?" She laughed at him, slapping his hand away from her neckline.

He only grumbled in response and angrily kissed her neck again. His eyes shifted towards that group once more, training on Adam, who gave him a middle finger before rushing out of the courtyard, whispering animatedly with his friends and shooting Xavier nasty looks over their shoulders.

Bianca threw her hands up in the air this time.

"Are we see-through?" She joked. "Gosh, at least get a room, you two."

Val pushed his arms off of her, giggling and turning around to quickly peck him on the lips, and before he could pull her in for another one, she sat down between Ajax and Enid. They immediately swept her into a conversation about the werewolf guy, asking what was that all about, since she didn't say that much about his borderline stalkerish behaviour before.

"What's the deal with that guy?" Ajax asked, frowning at the disappearing backs of the werewolves.

Before Val could respond however, Enid couldn't hold down her excitement anymore.

"You said he tried to ask you out at last year's Rave'N but you've turned him down, no?" She blurted out the question so fast it was almost unintelligible. "And he kept coming back. Like, several times. Every month. For a year!"

Everyone stared at her, including Val. She did not share that much info with anyone.

"How do you…?"

"I have my sources." She blinked at them innocently. "So, tell us more! We want to know everything!"

"Yea, for example, why didn't you tell me about it when it started?" Xavier grumbled, toying with a button of his uniform. His shoulders were stiff, he was obviously uncomfortable.

"Maybe because we weren't together at the Rave'N? Why would I tell you details about my love life back then?"

He winced, his lips forming a thin line as he hung his head low, nodding slightly. Memories of the dance came back to him - how he felt when he saw her with Cameron, her vampire guy friend, dancing to a slow tune, heads together, laughing at each others jokes. How he longed to be the one holding her in his arms but instead, his stupid ass convinced himself it was impossible and forced himself to pin over Wednesday, telling himself he liked her more than a friend, unknowingly pushing Val further away. And then, this fucking Adam dude came around.

"Touché." Bianca clicked her tongue.

"Wait, Enid said he kept pestering you after you rejected him at the dance, right?" Divina shifted her body to look Val in the eyes while Enid nodded frantically.

"Why didn't you tell us at all, tell Xavier when you actually started dating? Girl, it has been almost a fucking year, don't you think he went a little overboard?"

"Because it was stupid. Is stupid."

"I didn't find the way he kept trying to touch you stupid." Wednesday's deadpan voice startled them, as she popped up next to Enid. Her unblinking stare bore into Valerye's head. "I think he deserves to have his limbs cut off. To set an example."

"He touched you?" Yoko froze, just as Xavier's head snapped back up.

"I mean, he tried." Valet out a dark chuckle. "But after I broke his fingers during swimming practice, he turned to spamming my Insta, and trying to pick me up by telling some gross shit sometimes. And those god awful gifts, like those fucking sex dice." She shuddered.

"How about ripping out his tongue now?"

"Wednesday!" Enid shushed her girlfriend, frantically trying to diffuse the tension forming in their circle.

"Or we could sew his mouth shut," Bianca mused and smiled at Wednesday when she gave her an approving look.

"Guys, I appreciate it, really, but it's nothing. Seriously!" Val insisted when Kent and Divina both shook their heads, Ajax leaning back on the bench with his eyebrows raised so high they almost disappeared underneath his beanie. "He probably will lose interest soon."

The entire group didn't look convinced, however. Xavier included.

He felt twinges of anxiety in his chest again, which didn't leave him for the rest of the day. He followed closely behind Val for the entire time he physically could - and thankfully for him, their timetables didn't differ from one another much - a scowl was twisting his features every time they passed Adam or one of his stupid werewolf friends in the halls.

He made sure his hands or lips were present on his girlfriend's body when the werewolves were around, getting bolder and bolder with each hour as they shot daggers at one another. Val sensed a change in his behaviour and slowly started to get miffed at this increasingly obvious cockfight. This was getting ridiculous.

It got to a breaking point when he forced her deskmate out of their chair for the sixth time today, only to sit there with a grumpy expression thinning his lips and his hands traveling up her thighs so far up it almost brushed against her panties.

"Are you mad?" She hissed at him, swatting his hand away and ironing out her skirt, trying not to bring the teacher's attention onto them.

Usually, his antics would make her eager to get some action but combined with his unfocused, anxiety ridden stare and his pissy, twisted features it only made her want to shake him out of this weird state he was in.

"Come." She dragged him out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. He followed obediently, his mind trained at the feeling of her hand inside his and her skirt swishing around her swaying hips as she walked in front, leading the way.

They stopped at the quiet corner, near the rarely used bathrooms at the very end of the hall. She pushed him against the wall and jabbed a finger into his chest, looking up at him.

"What in the fucking hell is up with you?"

He wasted no time, snatching her and pulling her body into his, his large hands sliding underneath her shirt. He kissed her, hungrily and possessively, almost as if he was about to lose her, forcing his tongue into her mouth with a whimper.

"Those fucking werewolf guys… They were talking shit… about you."

She pushed him off, rolling her eyes at his explanation.

"Xavi, do you realize people do talk about other people all the time, right? It's called gossip–"

"They say they would fuck you," he gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles clenching, accentuating his sharp features. "They said they would 'tame that little demon bitch', Val. I heard that alright."

"You think they can?" She chuckled and shook her head.

He avoided her eyes but his face showed everything, how pissed he was at a mere thought of her being in bed with some other dude. At the very idea of another man daring to want her in his bed. It dawned on her.

He was jealous. And for some fucking reason, insecure.

She sighed with exasperation.

"Xavier. Look at me."

His eyes darted down towards hers, a sort of worry deeply etched in the way he looked at her.

"Do I really need to remind you, who fucks me almost every night?"

A smile twitched his now flushed cheeks, a warm sensation in his chest, trickling down to his crotch.

"You seriously want me to say it?" She laughed. He looked at her, sheepish.

"Yea", he murmured quietly, smiling stupidly down at her. His breath quickened at the anticipation he was flooded with and licked his lips, shivers traveling down his body.

"Do you remember, who eats me out until I squirt all over their face? Who fingers me so good I lose my fucking mind after minutes of it? Whose entire fucking fist was stuffed inside me not that long ago, baby?"

He groaned quietly, pressing himself into her, grinding his erection against her abdomen and burying his face into her neck. He was hot to the touch, veins on his neck protruding.

"Any ideas, who stuffs his fat cock inside my dripping cunt and fucks me senseless and makes me cum all around it, hm? Because I think I know who that is, Xavier."

He moaned into her mouth as he lunged for a kiss, pushing his thigh in between her knees and she immediately pressed her wet cunt against his lanky leg, rocking her hips on top of him. Pride swell in his chest, making him feel lightheaded. Her hands went straight towards his bulge, palming him through the material, she was relishing in the little sounds he made thanks to her.

"Enlighten me." He pleaded, wide green eyes filled with need. He gripped her hips, helping her move against him, feeling the material of his pants getting moist where she rubbed herself onto it.

"So, in case you didn't notice who rails me raw almost every day, Thorpe, it is you. It's your dick that I love to ride, it is your face that I love to grind my wet pussy on. It is you, and only you, you absolute idiot."

He inhaled sharply when she squeezed his erect cock through his pants with a groan on her end as she felt how incredibly hard he was. Praise always got him all hot and bothered.

"Please, baby." His voice now low and raspy, his fingers dancing at the hem of her skirt. He wanted to see her underneath him, to hear her moan his name while she writhed with his cock plunged deep inside her. She was his and only his. Not some Adam guy's, not any other guy's. His.

And yet, he still felt as if this was just a dream, an incredibly lewd and unreal dream. He needed to feel her, to prove he wasn't imagining things.

"Please what?" She teased, his lower lip now between her teeth as she pulled it and swiftly followed with a messy kiss. Soft moans mixed together while their tongues intertwined once again, caressing each other, saliva dripping at the corners of their mouths. Her hands found their way into his hair, messing up his bun completely while scratching his scalp.

Xavier groaned and dug his fingers into her hips, growing desperate with each passing second. His pant leg was drenched by now, her wetness seeping through the material and onto his skin.

"Let me fuck you." He looked at her with his pleading puppy dog eyes, leading her backwards towards the men's bathroom. "I want you. I need you. I have to feel you. Please."

"You are unbelievable." She breathed as she felt her back pushing the door open, her mouth busy on Xavier's neck.

It wasn't long before she was sat at the countertop where the sinks were, her back against the cool glass of the mirror behind her. Her tie discarded, her uniform a mess, with her skirt pushed up, material pooling around her waist, exposing her thighs which were immediately pushed open by Xavier. His big palms glided over her sensitive skin, making her shiver when his long fingers got close to her covered pussy.

A loud, long moan escaped her when he slid his fingertips across the soaked material of her panties, gasping at the sensation. He then slowly peeled the material off of her.

"God, Val," his voice cracking at the sight of the inside of the material completely covered in translucent, thick liquid, strands of it stretching towards her swollen pussy lips. They too were covered in her juices entirely, her perky clit peeking from underneath it's hood, glistening in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. "You're so fucking wet."

"It's all your fault, Xavier." She groaned, moving her hips expectantly. A few new droplets appeared at her slit when she shifted and he went feral. Yanking the underwear down, he latched his mouth onto her clit, his tongue lapping her up. Stifled throaty moans erupted from his chest as her pussy flooded his mouth, the taste shocking him every time at how delicious it was. She bucked her hips against his face, smearing her wetness all over his chin despite the strong grip he had on her hips. Her loud, needy moans combined with his hair being tugged at, prompted him to focus all of his attention on her hardened clit.

He sucked and licked her as if his life depended on it, making her cry out.

"Babe, oh god slowdownplea-aah," she pleaded, trying and failing to push his head away. "So intense, go-ohnna wet myself–"

Her words made him jolt, a newfound determination flooding his mind and body, making his cock strain painfully against the material of his pants, desperate to feel her heat. His grunts sent vibrations deep into her cunt and he resumed pleasuring her even more intensely than before, his tongue repeatedly rubbing her sensitive nub while he sucked on it with all his might.

He watched with a dazed expression, how she arched her back, chest heaving, trying feebly to escape his lips. Feverish sounds of her wails filled the bathroom but this wasn't enough for his ego.

Three of his long, skillful fingers plunged inside her dripping hole, making her cry out in pleasure again. He stretched her almost painfully, filling her up nearly as good as his dick always did. But when he curled them upwards, pressing all three of them against her g spot and began absolutely assaulting it, setting a pace so fast it made her mind go blank, only the overwhelming pleasure present in her head, she felt her body give into him. Her senses were of fire. His mouth never leaving her clit, making the electrifying sensations unbearable, she positively wailed as if she was possessed.

And then she felt it - the overbearing sensation of fiery stinging in her inner thighs and cunt, telling her she was doomed. She tensed up, her legs shaking and she stopped breathing, her eyes boring into Xavier's. He knew it too.

The way her face was flushed, eyes glazed over, pure pleasure contorting her features, her skin burning his arm that was looped around her thigh, stopping her from closing them - he devoured the sight. He wanted every drop of what was to come to be his.

"Yes," came his muffled voice, "yes baby, do it, squirt on me."

Before he finished the sentence, he felt it. The burning hot liquid flooded his chin and neck, seeping into his collar, dripping down his chest. Her voice, almost unrecognizable, guttural, reverberated between the tiled walls as her eyes rolled backwards. He felt as if he was about to cum in his pants.

But he didn't stop pleasuring her, his mouth firm on her sopping, soft cunt, his arm still moving fast, bringing her close to the wet release again, mere seconds after the previous one. This time, he let go of her clit and opened his mouth, trying to catch all of her liquids when she squirted on him again. This was absolute heaven.

With his face dripping, he stood up from the floor, eyes roaming over Val's body sprawled before him on the counter. Her cunt was dripping with her juices, droplets sliding down her asscheeks and falling onto the floor. He needed to feel her on his dick, he was desperate at this point.

He fumbled with his belt when his phone let out a "ding". Val waved at him to check it.

"I need a breather." She panted, eyes closed, her mind swimming. He chuckled, self-satisfied at the sight in front of him, and pulled out his phone.

Jaxxo

Whr u at

Class started 30 mins ago

Xav

Busy 🤫

Won't make it tell'em I got sick or sth pls

Jaxxo

Ookay

Val with u? 😏

Wait don't answer I don't wanna know lol

Btw that dumbfuck still on abt ur girl

Adam Welsh or what he called

Says val secretly likes him like bro 💀

Stop it's embarrassing

An idea popped into Xavier's mind - an insane one for sure and Val would absolutely dismember him afterwards… but the venomous snakes coiling in his chest at the very mention of that fucker made him want to show him who is in on top. And, oh, he will show him alright.

A vicious grin adorned his features as he tapped on his phone quickly.

Xav

Got an idea

And need ur help with it

Tell that fucker u heard val is waiting for him

In the men's bathroom on the end of the 3rd

The one no one uses basically

Maybe seeing sth will get the idea out of his thick fucking head

Jaxxo

What

Why

Oooooh

Oooh wait

Bro 😶

U sure

Well shit alright

But don't tell val I had anything to do wit it okay

I don't wanna be dead lol

Will attend ur funeral tho promise 🙏

"What you grinning at?" Val smiled and eyed Xavier's expression as he put away the phone next to them. Her hands were busy with his zipper, clearly ready to take him now.

"Nothin'." He answered a bit too quickly for it to be actually nothing so he tried to distract her by gliding his palm underneath her shirt, squeezing her breasts. "Just our sweet Ajax worrying about us and all."

He sighed, feeling her taste on his tongue and her palm now working on his erect length on full display now. He was twitching, anticipation building up in his chest and groin. He purred, feeling the delicious friction he longed for so badly and bucked into her hand, covering it with precum.

"You ready for me, baby?" Val breathed, pulling him towards her. "I feel so empty without you inside me."

Xavier groaned, all thoughts about the werewolf guy fleeting from his mind as he felt his tip glide against her dripping folds.

"Always," he breathed, their mouths connecting as he pushed his throbbing dick inside her with a pleasured groan, mixing with her whimpers.

From the corner of her eye, Val saw Xavier's phone screen lit up with a message from Ajax saying 'on it chief'. But her boyfriend grabbed her thighs and pushed them towards her chest, leaning onto them and started thrusting and every single rational thought she had disappeared, only to be replaced by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that sent sparks through her body each time Xavier’s cock pushed deep into her fluttering cunt. The pace he set was fast but not too much, leaving her wanting more of him, more of this. His name falling from her lips made his hips stutter. He thirstily drank it from her mouth as they sloppily caressed each other with their open mouthed kisses. He put her ankles at the both sides of his face, leaving his hands free to hungrily roam her body writhing underneath his weight.

It wasn't long before she grew hot to the touch.

"Xavi, god baby, I'm close." Her whining made his hips lose their rhythm for a second, and she desperately lifted her butt up to meet his thrusts faster. "You feel so good, so thick, filling me up like that."

She was lost in pleasure, babbling sweet nonsense, trying to grab his hips, scratching at his arms. The sounds of their voices, mixed with the lewd, wet sounds of his cock being repeatedly swallowed by her pussy, skin slapping against skin, filled every corner of the bathroom. She was so close, so cockdrunk, she didn't hear the bathroom door open and a voice calling out.

"Hey, sexay, you waiting for m‐‐"

Adam strutted into the bathroom she was supposedly waiting for him at, only to stop dead in his tracks the second he saw the scene unfold before his eyes.

Xavier Thorpe was balls deep inside Valerye's wet cunt, with her legs up against his chest, writhing under his repeated, fast thrusts, her voice throaty as she moaned her boyfriend's name into his mouth.

"Fuck, Xavier, Xavier, oh yes, I'm cumming, god I'm cumming, Xavi don't stop, please, make me cum, make me…"

Her eyes suddenly grew wide as her body strained upwards, mouth in a silent 'o' as she pressed her damp forehead against Xavier's, nails digging into his arms. He would definitely have scratch marks and it made him proud as fuck. His flushed cheeks got even redder as he felt her body heat up like she was about to catch fire. He watched her eyes go unfocused, seeing and feeling her spasming as her orgasm tore through her.

"Xavier, Xavier, Xavi–" The rest of her wails turned into an incoherent garble, as she threw her head back, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt as if her mind disconnected from her body for a few seconds when Xavier groaned her own name.

"Fuck, Valerye. Fuck." His cock swell and with erratic thrusts, he spilled inside her, pumping her cunt to the brim with his seed. His body then rested on top of hers, both exhausted, yet she still rocked herself down from her high, his softening dick still inside her.

As if she was underwater, she thought she heard Xavier's voice. It was filled with pure malice.

"Like to watch, furry? Or looking for something - or someone, huh?" A vengeful, wide, seething smile contorted his features as he raised his eyebrows at the dumbstruck werewolf still standing in the bathroom, watching them with wide, unblinking eyes.

"What?" Val rubbed her eyes and turned her head to the side, only to see the back of Adam's uniform disappear in the doorway of the room. "...what?!"

She sprung to her feet, pushing Xavier off of her only to feel his arms around her waist a second after she was off the counter. Her knees gave out, legs shaky, and she would fall flat on her face if it wasn't for his quick reflexes.

"What the fuck was that?" She gestured wildly towards the door.

"No idea," he said with the most ingenuine innocence plastered across his face. His voice, however, gave it all away - a cocky sort of pride mixed with self satisfaction clearly audible in those two words made her look at him incredulously. He quickly glanced at his phone, still on the counter and grinned stupidly, looking at her from underneath his eyelashes.

"NO, you did not." Her eyes bulged out at him in shock, she was feeling faint.

"The entire Academy is going to know! About… abouth this!" She waved her hands around in between them and leaned over the sink.

"Don't think so." Xavier turned on the faucet and wet some paper towels. She looked at him but before she could berate him some more, he continued. "I think he's not gonna say a single word about that."

Val felt the damp paper on her inner thighs and she shivered at the sensation. He peppered her butt with tiny kisses while cleaning her of his mess that dripped out of her.

"I think he's way too embarrassed now to admit he was thinking you might be into him. Not to mention he saw you cum around my cock, moaning my name while you did that."

"He saw that…?" Val breathed, frozen in utter disbelief, hand pressed against her forehead. Xavier noded, a vicious grin once again stretching his lips.

"I guess he needed to see and find out for himself, poor thing." He mused, feigning concern. "Since, you know, you nearly biting his head off during lunch break did absolutely nothing to get the fact that you are not interested through that thick skull of his."

"I just… thought I'd give him a little hint, y'kno? Help a bro out."

"I can't believe you." A heat of embarrassment crept up her cheeks as she turned around to face him, fixing her uniform. He sported his signature smirk as he zipped his pants up and went to tie his hair again, since it was completely disheveled. A light pink tint was present on his chiseled cheeks and jawline, his full lips even plumper from all the work they've done, still stretched into this fucking prideful grin.

She grabbed his loosened, damp tie and pulled him down to her level, crashing her lips with his, surprising him enough to make him drop the hair tie.

"Thorpe, you are so lucky I actually like you." She murmured against his lips, making him laugh as he pulled her closer to him. "Otherwise you would be dead by now."

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