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The Angel With Horns Pt. 1

summary: you accept a teaching position at jujutsu high where you get to work with your childhood crush, suguru geto. unfortunately, that means you'll also have to work with your childhood nemesis, satoru gojo. are you going to rekindle new flames or potentially make new ones?

wordcount: 7.3k 🙃 (this is pt. 1 and it's four chapters long)

c/w: gojo/fem!reader, geto/fem!reader, gojo/oc, geto/oc, modern!au, teacher!au, smut, fluff & smut, some plot, plot what plot, flashbacks, timeskip, asshole!gojo, flirty!gojo, cocky!gojo, soft!geto, cousin!shoko, mutual pining, teasing, flirting, playful banter, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, sensual tension, sexual tension, pet names (angel), dry humping, fingering, oral, fantasizing, multiple orgasms, inappropriate use of cursed energy, inappropriate use of cursed techniques

a/n: eeeep. this is my first fanfic so feedback is welcome 🥺it’s a first person pov where the unnamed oc is meant to be the reader! Currently working on Part 2!

edit: just posted this part on ao3 if you'd rather read it there!

✦✧✸✧✦ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ✦✧✸✧✦

Chapter 1: Reunited

It’s clear as day but my mind is fuzzy. There are thousands of thoughts surging through me, but all I can focus on is the pleasure filling my body. For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve always wondered if this day would ever come. My hips are pinned against his counter. Arms stretching wide while my fingers grip his sink. My neck rolls back as the rays of light blind me from his window.

In my head, I’ve spent countless hours wondering how it feels to have his body pressed against mine. Or how his breath hovers on my neck as he pulls me closer. His scent is undeniably sweet, but the way he handles me tells me that he’s everything but that.

“I always thought you were a good girl,” he growls in my ear, kissing his way down to my neck like it was never his to claim. “I never expected you to prove me wrong.”

I imagined how his kisses would consume me, how his touch would paralyze me, and how his moans would ignite me. But in all these years, I never imagined this entire fantasy would be with someone else instead.

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TWO WEEKS AGO

The clouds begin to subside as I walk through the familiar gates of Jujutsu High. The droplets of rain fade away and a strange mix of emotions hit my core. Today marks the beginning of my journey as a teacher here, but I can't stop myself from feeling a pang of anxiety. Amid the unease, there’s still a sense of comfort in returning to a place I once called home.

My footsteps echo softly on the hallway tiles as I make my way to room 3-A for orientation. The memories of my time as a student creep into my thoughts. It’s changed in many ways, but I find solace in knowing that there are still a few people here that I can lean on.

When I moved back to Tokyo and got the teaching position, Shoko mentioned that Suguru taught here as well. Memories of him invaded my thoughts. We were practically inseparable during our high school years, largely due to my close bond with Shoko. Wherever she was, I was sure to follow—our Ieiri blood may tell us we’re cousins, but I always thought of her as my sister. Her friends were always fun to be around. However, they constantly got into situations that always put me on edge. Shoko has always been such a free spirit, and while I adore her, I know her comfort zone far surpasses my own. Despite my lack of participation in their wild adventures, I surprisingly never felt left out or lonely.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Finding curses in abandoned hospitals sounds way cooler than studying curses… in a book,” I muttered to Suguru as I gestured to my pile of textbooks.

“How many times do we have to go over this? I’d rather practice my curse techniques here instead.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and lowered his face towards mine—his breath tickling my ear.

“Plus, taking care of you is a hell of a lot better than taking care of everyone else,” he chuckled.

“Who said you needed to take care of me?” I protested. He remained close, and I felt his mouth curve.

“I never said I needed to. I want to take care of you,” he whispered. A secret for only my ears to hear.

Throughout the years, I grew to love his playful laughter. It was soft, tinged with warmth and sincerity—though it always seemed to trail his jokes that slightly missed the mark. And his touch, though never sensual, always felt protective—like a wolf looking after its pack. The more I learned how sweet Suguru was, the deeper I fell in love. For years my guarded soul harbored this secret, and even if the world was ending, I swore to myself that I would never tell a soul. The "what ifs" often danced through my thoughts, but ignorant bliss always outweighed the risk of potential heartbreak.

My thoughts come to a halt as I turn a corner, and suddenly, I'm face-to-face with a towering presence. My breath catches, and my eyes instinctively trail up the contours of his strong frame. The world around me blurs for a moment, and my heart quickens. But before I can fully process the shock, a familiar voice calls out to me.

"Hey, there’s my girl! Did you realize the world wasn’t as great without me?" Suguru teases, his voice bringing back years of memories.

"Suguru!" I exclaim, a surge of excitement makes me toss my arms around him. My words tumble out eagerly, "If I was your girl, I probably would’ve never left." I laugh, though my heart races as curiosity causes his brow to rise. “I’m just kidding. Everything was great, but I’m glad to be back though." It may not have been the best save, but it’ll work for now.

My arms tighten ever so slightly, and I’m compelled to study him. His shoulders are still broad, yet somehow, they seem larger than I remember. His hair has grown longer, though he still keeps it partially tied. The chiseled contours of his jaw feel like steel against my skin, but his arms around waist are gentle and comforting. I notice that the morning gloom has officially cleared, because his beauty is bathed in sunlight. As we break away from our hug, his dark eyes meet mine with recognition and warmth, as if our time apart has only deepened our connection.

"Well, I’m glad it was good. I’ve missed you." he rumbles, his voice resonating like a soothing melody.

"Likewise," I reply with a warm grin, feeling a rush of nostalgia. "Will you be at orientation today?"

He explains that he has to help Yaga with some setup throughout the morning. I try not to let my smile drop, but he's quick to notice. Of course he notices, it's Suguru. Before I can even process my thoughts, he adds, "I have the same lunch break as everyone else though, let's catch up then? We can meet in the courtyard."

A surge of excitement washes over me, and I nod eagerly. "Sounds perfect," I reply. Feeling a newfound sense of confidence, I continue on my way to the orientation room.

“I’ve missed you." his voice echoes through my mind. For a moment, I can't help but wonder, was he thinking about me the whole time I was gone? Why did he call me his girl? Does that mean he had feelings for me? No—stop, that can’t be. If he had feelings for me, he would've said something, right? But maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

My stomach begins to flutter as a seed of hope is planted into my heart. The slightest possibility of Suguru's interest sends me to the moon. I know I’m not the same girl I was when we last saw each other. So maybe, just maybe, this is a sign.

As I head towards the room, my steps feel lighter than they've been in a long time. For once in my life, I can finally hope for something more. I finally believe that I…my heart sinks as I reach the door.

Blocking my path is a figure I desperately hoped to avoid—the infamous Satoru Gojo.

Chapter 2: Repulsive

Much like Suguru, Satoru’s build overpowers me. His arms rest on the edge of the doorframe and I can see the contours of his bicep peek through his shirt. I take in a sharp inhale and reluctantly step forward. Satoru will not, I repeat, not get the better of me today. I hesitate for a moment, locking my eyes with his.

He peeks out from the edge of his sunglasses, and the corners of his lips begin to curl. I watch as pieces of his platinum hair barely brush the top of his rims, while others just fall short of his eyes. It’s been years, but those striking pools of blue remain etched in my memory. Swirls of azure, navy and cobalt fill my vision, but I stop myself before my gaze begins to linger.

I attempt to slip past him but find myself with no clear escape. As I contemplate my next move, I mutter a greeting through gritted teeth, "Satoru."

His smirk grows into the devilish grin that haunted my past. "Hey there, Angel,” he purrs. “No hello? Or how have you been?" His tone takes on a playful note, laced with a hint of something else—something I can't quite decipher.

I try my best to let the moment pass, but I’ve let this go on for far too long. I’m done ignoring his comments. “You know I have a real name right?” I bite back.

“But why switch it up now? You’ve always been my little angel,” he teases mockingly.

“And you’ve always been a pain in my ass,” I reply, my stare unwavering.

“She fights back,” his brow rises in shock. “I like this new version of you. Keep it up.” His grip on the doorframe loosens and he turns to make his way into the room.

I let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension of my grip escape through my fingers. As I regain focus, I notice Satoru has turned back, his face mere inches from my ear. His voice is smooth, like silk across my skin as he whispers, “I can be a pain in a lot of other places, but I promise it’ll feel good.”

My eyes widen as my pupils darken. My mouth runs dry as he chuckles his way to the edge of the room.

Memories of my high school days with Satoru flood back into my mind. His words cut through me, but in a way more akin to pleasure than pain. A mix of emotions overwhelm me, but I ultimately scowl at the sight of him. While Shoko and Suguru have helped me blossom, Satoru has always been the thorn in my side.

“Come on Suguru, are you really going to stay with her again?” Satoru asked.

“It’s okay, just go without me. I’ll go with you next time,” Suguru replies. His arm raises to scratch the back of his head.

This is the last festival of the season; there won't be another chance. “Please just go. I’ll be fi—,” I uttered.

“Well, enjoy your time with the little angel,” Satoru calls out as he continues walking away.

He makes his way out of our view, and I turn to Suguru, “Why do you even call him your best friend? He’s kind of a dick.”

Suguru laughs. “When you go through some of the stuff that we have, you’ll see that there’s a bond that goes deeper than blood. He’s a bit rough around the edges, but it’s not an excuse. Don’t worry. I can talk to him.”

I can’t stop myself from smiling with adoration.

I quickly find an empty seat in the orientation room, my mind still buzzing. The comfort and familiarity of the school are now tainted by the presence of someone I had hoped to forget. It was stupid of me to think Suguru and Satoru would drift apart after all these years. As I gather up my resolve to remain close with Suguru, I accept that their connection means my path with Satoru will cross more often than I would like.

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A full morning of orientation reduces my brain to mush. The anticipation builds and all I can pay attention to is the clock ticking away. Yaga drones on about teamwork, collaboration, and trust – unsurprising, considering his history mentoring Suguru and Satoru. If he survived that, I’m sure being the principal is a piece of cake.

As the clock finally strikes noon, I gather my belongings and head for the door.

“Ms. Ieiri—one moment please,” Yaga calls to me, stopping in my tracks. He assembles the group of new hires and hands each one a folded letter. “This is for the afternoon sessions. On this sheet you’ll find…”

His words trail off and I find myself glancing at the clock again, hoping that Suguru hasn’t been waiting too long. Once we’re dismissed, I rush towards the courtyard.

While my legs carry me on autopilot through the halls, I take a moment to examine the letter. The paper feels coarse, the creases are weighted with importance, yet the ink is delicately placed. The overwhelming amount of information makes it clear that I'll have to review it once lunch is over. I scan the letter to find main items scheduled for the afternoon:

1pm: Mentor Session (Room 2-C)

2pm: Lesson Planning (Room 1-B)

3pm: Team Review (Room 1-B)

Seems simple enough. I approach the stairs leading to the courtyard, when my eyes catch the small section at the end of the letter:

Mentor Assignment: …

As I hurry, I fail to notice the uneven step at the halfway mark. My foot catches the edge and suddenly, I’m airborne. I feel the letter escape my fingertips. My heart leaps into my throat and the world starts to blur.

I reach for the railing, but my grasp barely holds. In the following moments, I find myself colliding with a figure. His hold is strong, bringing me comfort. I feel his fingers slowly cup my arms—they’re soft, tender, holding me with care.

“Easy there,” he rumbles. “I got you,” his voice is low and radiates through my core. Suguru’s eyes lock onto mine and I feel the heat beginning to smolder. “I got you.” His words bounce through my head.

“Suguru. Sorry… I—” The words are impossible to make out.

“Don’t apologize,” Suguru smiles. “I like having you in my arms.” He adds a playful wink sending butterflies through my chest.

I hold his gaze and my body melts into his. Suguru and I have been close for years, but this time, it feels altered, deeper. It feels like the intensity of our connection is seeking something beyond friendship. We’re inches from each other and I wonder if he can hear my thoughts or feel my heart beat out of my chest. Time slows as I marvel at his smile. I let my mind wander just for a moment…

Suguru lowers, barely touching his lips against mine. He starts soft, planting kisses down my neck as he caresses my cheek. His touch trails to the rest of my body and delight surges within me. It's gentle, but I crave more. He bites my lip before slowly letting his tongue make his way inside my mouth.

Passion builds within me as one hand grips my hair and the other grabs my waist. When his fingers gently graze the small of my back, I writhe with pleasure, hoping he can’t feel the squeeze between my thighs. His taste is intoxicating—sending me into a fever that I can’t seem to break.

I close my eyes and let his mouth take me.

“I’ve been waiting for you…” he breaks away to tell me. His voice is on the brink of losing control. “...for a very long ti—”

“Hello? Are you okay?” Suguru asks. My focus immediately returns. “I’ve been waiting for you, so I was heading back inside to make sure you were doing alright.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Yaga needed to give us this letter and—oh fuck. My letter.”

He senses my worry and swoops me up in one solid motion, but I feel too weak to stand.

I turn to see that my letter has found its way in a puddle pooling at the edge of the steps. I rush down to grab it, but it’s already too late. While I can make out certain areas, the majority of it has smeared away. I bring my gaze towards bottom in hopes of making out some of the letters:

M..nt…. ….gnment: S…..u G…o

I pause—Suguru Geto. A knot hits my stomach and I’m waiting to identify whether this feeling is anxiety or joy.

I look up from the letter expectantly. “Suguru, my mentor… is this right?” I ask.

“Yeah, it is! It’s nice being paired with someone you know. It’ll be just like old times.” His words are the only confirmation I need.

✦✧✸✧✦

Although the years have passed, it feels like Suguru and I have never skipped a beat. I miss the way he talks, the way he laughs, the way a strand of hair always manages to fall even when it’s tied. I could spend hours looking into his eyes and hearing all of his adventures and how he’s mastered his curse techniques.

The minutes go on and the end of our lunch hour approaches. Suguru frowns as he glances at his watch, and offers an apologetic smile. "I have to head out a bit early. Yaga needs some help before the mentor sessions start," he explains.

I nod understandingly, though I can't help but feel disappointed. "No problem, I’ll see you in a bit?"

He grins, those familiar eyes twinkling with warmth. "Definitely, I’ll see you later!" He gives me a hug and we part ways.

With a sway in my step, I find myself standing before the door of 2-C—but it’s locked. I scan the hallway to see if anyone can help, but there’s no one in sight. I grab my phone to text Suguru for help, but fate has other plans.

Before I can send the message, a familiar presence creeps up behind me. The weight of his aura envelops me. His body feels warm, yet somehow my blood runs cold. With a key in hand, he moves to unlock the door.

A gasp escapes my lips, and I feel the tension build around us. My heart races as I hear a voice, a soft whisper that ignites my soul.

"Hey there, angel," the voice purrs. "Were you looking for me?"

I let out a deep breath to release the fury that boiled inside of me. “As a matter of fact, no. I wasn’t looking for you… Satoru.”

Chapter 3: Reinforcements

It takes me a second, but it finally registers. The letter didn’t actually say Suguru Geto. It was supposed to say Satoru Gojo. Suguru’s voice rings though my head:

“Suguru, my mentor… is this right?” I try to recall. I guess I didn’t explicitly mention a name.

“Yeah, it is!” Damn it, why didn’t I say his name?

“It’s nice being paired with someone you know.” My body feels heavy as my soul fills with dread.

“It’ll be just like old times.” The world begins to spin around me.

I walk through the door without looking at Satoru and head straight for the windows on the other side of the room. The room itself is quite small, just large enough to fit a blackboard, a full teacher’s desk, and three smaller desks for the students. There’s a bit of extra room to spare, but none of it is enough to keep me away from Satoru.

In the reflection of the window, Satoru props himself against the larger desk, his long arms draped behind him. His smirk tells me he's completely at ease, as if he enjoys torturing me this way. “Not who you were expecting?”

I hold my response and continue staring out the window. I suspect he can read my discomfort.

His footsteps are quiet, but I feel them reverberate behind me. The air from the window feels cool, but it fades when his body radiates against mine. He leans down, bringing his hands around my sides. As he places them on the window sill, I can feel his face inch closer to mine. He’s too close for comfort but I can’t bring myself to push him away.

“With a bit more time, angel, you’ll see that I’m full of surprises.” I can feel the rumble in his throat as he speaks. “That is…if you’re willing to find out.”

My face turns hot and my thighs tighten. I may hate Satoru, but there’s something about his charm that feels irresistible. After years of dealing with him, I thought I’d get used to it. But this doesn’t feel like the same Satoru I used to know.

His arms are still placed on either side of me, but I swat him away, “Don’t you have better things to do than to tease me?” My brow rises. “Maybe… actually mentoring me?”

He lifts his arms in defense, “Hey angel, sorry if I’m coming on a little strong. I’m just having some fun.” He nudges my arm, and the force leaves me unsteady. “For old times’ sake.”

I roll my eyes and take a seat at one of the smaller desks.

“Plus, I’m not big on mentoring,” he adds. “Yaga has me doing this because I owe him for saving my ass on the last mission. Luckily he assigned me to you, and we both know you’re more than capable of doing this job without my help. It’s always been like that.”

“Oh how sweet. Is this your way of complimenting me?” I tease. He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“What do you mean? I always give you compliments.”

“Calling me angel doesn’t count,” I sneer.

“Would you like me to call you princess instead?” He curled into a self-assured smile.

I blush, trying to bite back a chuckle. I lied, this is the same old Satoru. “So are you going to keep making up names, or are you actually going to teach me something?”

He brings himself close, his face stopping just short of mine. “I can teach you a lot of things, angel.”

I let out a sigh, “I’m serious, Satoru.”

“Fine, if you insist.” My curiosity is piqued as he props himself up and heads for the blackboard.

“Lesson number one: If you ever want me, don’t want me,” he smirked.

I drop my shoulders and let out a sigh, but he continues.

“I’m serious! Lesson number two: If you ever need me…”

I finish his sentence, “Don’t need you?” His smile confirms my thoughts. “What’s number 3, Gojo-senpai?” My eyes plead as I pout in an attempt to mock him.

He seems uneasy. “Don’t do that,” he quickly snaps back, and I straighten up. “And now, lesson number three, the most important one: If you ever need my help, learn how to help yourself first.”

With a hint of sarcasm, I reply, “Wow, what a wonderful lesson. I’ve learned so much.” I gather my belongings and prepare to leave. “I think I'll just ask Yaga to assign me to someone else.”

He steps closer, blocking my path before I can fully rise from my seat. "No, wait. Don't do that,” he implores, his gaze earnest. “Can you stick it out for a little while? Just until this mentorship period ends. I need to get through these two weeks so Yaga won't make me do this again next year.”

I force my way up and scoff in his face, “Why on earth would I do that? What the hell have you done in these last few hours or even the last ten years that would make me put in a good word for you?” My volume increases. “You constantly tease me, you’ve never helped me, and—”

“I can hook you up with Suguru,” he murmurs.

“Excuse me?” My voice remains elevated from the anger.

“I can hook you up with Suguru,” he repeats firmly.

“Oh,” I pause as my voice settles. “Why would you do that?”

“For someone so smart, you ask the silliest things. It’s obvious you like him, angel.”

My cheeks heat, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his penetrating gaze.

“It’s been obvious…for years—at least to me,” his voice softens. "And I promise, if you put in a good word for me, I'll help you with Suguru. No tricks, no games. Do we have a deal?" He extends his hand, waiting for my response.

This deal seems too good to be true. I try to figure out what the catch is, but nothing comes to mind. Unlike before, his gaze feels genuine and his smile seems sincere. I take a deep breath, preparing for a leap of faith. For the first time in my life, I guess I’m going to have to trust Satoru.

I reach for his hand, allowing a confident smile to grace my lips. “Deal.”

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Although this is not how I pictured my first couple of weeks back in Tokyo, this alliance isn’t as terrible as I thought. At the end of our work days, Satoru and I hang back in Room 2-C for our “mentoring” sessions. We spend 1% of the sessions on actual work, and the other 99% on dating. I tell him that it’s been a while since I’ve dated, and Satoru jumps at the opportunity to refresh me on the art of flirting.

"Alright angel—you’ve known Suguru for a while, but I’m guessing like you only ever interact with him as a friend. Try starting…” he picks up his hand to graze the side of my arm, fingers lightly dragging towards my wrist. “...with light touches. Make sure you maintain eye contact and smile genuinely." His voice is velvet and slow.

A shiver runs through me, and my mouth goes dry. I clear my throat. "Light touches, like this?" I laugh hesitantly. I try to mimic his advice, but it’s nowhere near as gentle as his.

Satoru chuckles. "Close, but you’re too tense. Just relax a little bit."

I soften my touch and continue to brush my fingers up his arm. As I slowly pull him towards me, our eyes lock and I’m immediately mesmerized. There’s a flutter in my core and it turns into desire. There’s an ache between my thighs, and moisture begins to form.

“That’s it,” he purrs as he leans towards me. “Just like that.” The pull of his voice is a magnet that continues to bring me closer. My heart races while the quickness in my breath trails slowly behind.

I close my eyes and let my cravings take control.

Satoru rests his thumb on the edge of my lip while the rest curl under my chin. He tilts my head and slowly whispers, “And that is exactly what you should do…” His voice perks back up to his normal tone. “...when you’re flirting with Suguru,” he smiles.

I shoot my eyes open and straighten up. What the hell was I thinking? Was I seriously trying to kiss Satoru? I mean, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Wait…no, stop that. Something must be wrong, my wires are completely crossed. I shake it off to rid myself of the residual shame.

Shoko braided my hair like she’s done a million times before. “Hey, who do you think is cuter, Suguru or Satoru?” she posed out of curiosity.

“Hmm, that’s so hard. You know they're both hot.” I laughed. “If we’re going purely off of looks, probably Satoru. Sometimes I hate him, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t cute. I think it’s the eyes.”

“Yeah,” she replies with a hint of dejection in her voice. “I think so too.” I knew what was coming, but I could tell she had trouble getting it out. “Would you be mad if I asked him out?”

I pulled away for just a moment, “Oh my god, go ahead! Don’t worry about me. Suguru is still cute, plus he’s way nicer to me anyways.”

She paused for a moment, then threw her arms into a hug, “You’re the best.”

I smiled back and returned her embrace. “Okay, now finish doing my hair.”

✦✧✸✧✦

During these last two weeks the only times I see Suguru are during our lunch breaks. His schedule is hectic, but I can see that he makes the time for me—even though I know he doesn’t have any. I use these moments to practice some of the things I’ve learned from Satoru. Light touch, eye contact, genuine smiles.

I’ve touched Suguru’s arm, stared into his eyes, and laughed at his jokes many times before, but it was never like this. This time, all of my actions are bold, assertive, and confident. It’s no surprise that Satoru is a master of charm, but I didn’t expect him to be a decent teacher as well. Come Monday, he’ll be happy to know that Yaga will get glowing reviews for his mentorship.

For today’s lunch, Suguru and I are sitting on the courtyard steps, inches away from where he caught me just two weeks before. He has a look on his face that I haven’t seen before. I can tell something is on his mind by the way his brow furrows and his smile drops.

“Hey, what’s up?” I ask.

“I was—” he pauses, then retracts. “Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

“Come on, Suguru. You can tell me,” I place my hand on top of his.

He smiles, and I can tell my assurance has calmed him down. “I just found out that I’m leaving for a mission next week, and I won’t be back for a few days.”

“Oh,” I reply, a pang of disappointment lingers in my tone.

“I was wondering…” he starts. “Did you maybe want to hang out or something before I leave?” A nervous grin crosses his face before he adds, “Like outside of work?”

I perk up at his proposal. “Of course! I would love that. When were you thinking?”

“I know it’s last minute, but maybe… tomorrow night? It’s okay if you’re bu—”

Cut him off before he has the chance to ramble. I reply with, “I would love to.”

Our lunch continues and the conversation shifts between current events, life updates and playful banter. I learn that Suguru still prefers staying in over going out, he’s got a new obsession with cooking, and his hair care routine is a lot more involved than I thought. As he speaks, I can’t help but admire him and the person he’s become.

When we prepare to part ways, Suguru confirms our plans for the weekend, “So, I’ll see you tomorrow? Meet at my place around 7?” Grinning as he inputs his address into my phone.

“I’ll see you there,” I return a smile and hug him before I leave. The feeling of his touch is perfect.

Chapter 4: Reckless

The workday ends and I make my way to the usual room for my last mentoring session with Satoru. As I walk in, he notices the stupid grin plastered on my face. “You look a little chipper today, angel. What’s up? Excited that you’re no longer forced to spend with me?”

“Well, yes,” I laugh. “But also… Suguru asked me to hang out tomorrow tonight. I’m going to meet him at his place,” I fight to contain my excitement.

Satoru’s brow lifts with intrigue, “If you wanted an invite to come over, you could’ve just asked me.”

Confusion clouds my brain. “Excuse me?” I ask.

“He didn’t tell you we were roommates?”

The clouds dissipate when I realize what’s going on. “No he didn’t. I guess it makes sense though.” The thought of Satoru joining in on our date fills me with unease. “You won’t be there right?” I clarify.

“You can relax, I’m meeting up with someone too. No need to worry about me barging in on whatever “activities” you two plan on doing,” air quoting as he takes a seat at the desk in front.

“Satoru, stop. You don’t even know if that’s gonna happen,” I argue.

“You’ve spent ten years drooling over this man, and you finally get a chance to spend some time with him in his apartment…alone.” he starts. “I don’t know about you, angel, but that sounds like a recipe for sex to me.” He leans back towards the blackboard and places his arms behind his head. A smug look sweeps his face.

“Well, yeah I guess… but it’s more so…” I hesitate, struggling to find the words to say. The thought of Suguru and I being intimate has always crossed my mind, but I can't believe it might actually happen.

“Oh I get it… There’s no reason to be nervous. Sex is sex,” he interjects. “Plus, if he’s the one who initiated the date, I’m sure he’ll enjoy whatever happens, sex or no sex.”

He makes a good point, but I still feel unsure. Before I have the chance to stop myself, I blurt out, “Do you know what he’s into…like when it comes to sex? Do guys even talk about that stuff to each other?” The regret immediately slips through my lips.

Satoru gets up from his seat and brings his hands to my shoulders—a gesture of comfort I’ve never seen from him before. “He’s my best friend, I know everything about him,” he assures me. “Trust me, you’ll be fine.”

“Can you just tell me? Please?” I playfully beg, placing my hands on top of his.

Something about my question changes his demeanor, like he’s been waiting for it all along. The air shifts and suddenly I feel a rush of heat. Satoru drops one of his hands while the other drags across my chest. He begins to circle me, walking slowly, like a lion with its prey. In a situation like this, his towering presence would normally intimidate me, but something this feels different. I'm not feeling fear; instead I feel secure, fascinated, and curious about what lies ahead.

He makes his way behind me and I can feel him lower his head towards mine. “I can tell you…” he whispers, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer. “But do you want me to show you instead?” His words send shivers to my spine.

He retrieves something from his pocket and places it into my hand. It’s a long piece of fabric, similar to the one he uses to wrap his eyes. My mind spins—stuck between the logic in my head and the cravings of my body. I hesitate for a moment, but the weight of my desire defeats me. “Yes. Please,” I say softly, as I wrap the cloth around my eyes.

“Perfect.” He ties the back securely, and I feel his touch tilt my head toward him.

I let out a breath and part my lips. Our lips touch, locking just for a moment before he briefly pulls away.

“I think for your benefit, and definitely mine, I’m going to keep my limitless on. That way it’s purely informational and you won’t feel a thing,” he says.

And just like that, an invisible barrier forms between us. While his touch is subdued, I still feel the heat hovering between us. The closer I try to get to him, the more I feel his body vibrate against mine—like magnets trying to repel. Damn it, Satoru. He might not feel a thing, but I… I still feel everything.

In my mind, I do my best to recall every part of Suguru from memory. I try seeing his face and emulating his touch. As the pieces of Suguru form, a clear image of him floods my brain.

I can feel his touch as Satoru moves up from my waist and beneath the hem of my shirt. He continues up to cup my breast and I can sense his kisses on my neck. They’re soft and muted, but the sensation still gives me chills. His breath is hot as his mouth works his way up to nibble my ear. I can feel his throat rumble when Satoru continues his lesson, “Do you want to know what Suguru is like?”

I nod. In my mind, Suguru’s dark eyes ease their way shut as he takes in my scent. His strands of hair brush against my shoulder as he continues to plant kisses down my neck.

“Suguru is a lover—always takes care of his women,” Satoru purrs as he rubs his thumb over my breast. The friction against my nipple sends a jolt of euphoria through my chest. “Do you want to see how he’ll take care of you?” he asks.

My body tenses and I feel a rush of liquid between my thighs. I roll my head back onto his shoulder and hum with pleasure. My breath is labored, I can barely speak. “Show me,” I manage to let out.

“Well to start, he’d make sure your lips never go hungry.” Satoru slowly turns me around while his kisses move to my lips. His lips are soft, smooth as he takes me in.

The intensity rises as his kisses become needy. Using his hands to grip my ass, he leans me on the edge of the desk behind me. Shock fills my body and I can feel his tongue finding its way inside my mouth. Waves of his cursed energy flow through me. It’s powerful—commanding my fingers to lock into his hair. I pull him closer, imagining Suguru's weight crashing into me.

As the ache between my legs intensifies I ask, “What else would he do?”

“He’d work his way up your leg… past your skirt…” he slowly whispers. “And find your clit. Just to make sure she’s happy too.” His fingers travel to my panties, stopping just above my slit. He uses thumb to rub the cloth, and the trembles of his limitless cause me to moan. I roll back and forth, grinding against his hand, desperate for more. My moans are endless and slowly amplify every time the pressure increases.

When he realizes I’m enjoying myself, he runs his fingers along the edge of my panties. I whimper, wondering when he can put an end to this torture. I crave him so badly, I crave the feeling of him inside me—anything to help me find release. He finally gives in and slides my underwear to the side. As his touch grazes against my folds, I picture how good it would feel to have Suguru’s large hands cupping my center.

Satoru picks up on my thoughts and continues feeding my fantasy, “While he teases your pussy, Suguru would tell you that you’re already soaking wet…” The thought has me dripping more liquid onto his fingers. I feel his mouth curl into a smile and he whispers, “...but we’re only getting started.”

His fingers thrust inside me and I can feel the magnitude of his hands as my walls tighten around him. The thrill from his fingers barreling into me stun every inch of my body. I can feel my thighs clenching on the brink of release. His fingers find the sensitive spot within my walls and his mouth claims every spot on my body. His kisses become ravenous, like he can’t get enough. The more he devours me, the more he leaves me breathless.

I can hear him groan in delight and I notice the way his bulge presses against me through his pants. The desperation only makes him harder.

As the intensity grows, I cry for more. “Oh Suguru, just like that.”

“Do you like that, angel?” His pace remains steady as the sensation of cursed energy collects into his fingers. They continue to push against the insides of my center until I can’t take it anymore. The rhythmic motion leaves me breathless and I feel my body racing to its peak.

“Ugh, Suguru, fuck…that feels—”

“Does he make you feel good?” His voice feels heavy, like a low growl.

“Y—, ugh, ye—” I can’t form words through the pounding of his hand. He’s rapidly sending me to the edge and I’m ready to fall. “Suguru, you’re going to make me come.”

“Yes, angel.” Satoru says, before planting his lips onto mine. “Come for him.”

Those words are enough to break me. The orgasm flows through my body and I feel myself beat around his fingers. His pace slows, but the sensual touch only brings more gratification. The thought of Suguru sending me into ecstasy leaves my body light, and my mind clear. The waves slowly subside and I feel myself resurrect.

My hands head for the wrap on my eyes, but I hear Satoru whisper, “We’re not done yet, angel.”

I follow his lead and let the rumble of his voice bring me back into my dreams.

“Did you think Suguru would stop there?” he teases. “If there’s anyone he’d take special care of, it would be you.”

I feel his fingers slide out of me and I hear him lick the tips. “You taste so good.”

The words release a flutter in my core. I’m immediately enraptured and can’t help but crave more.

“Suguru would love this,” he starts. “Would you let him taste you too?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

I imagine Suguru’s strength as his hands cup my waist and he lifts me up on the desk. When I lean back, I feel him lift my shirt, exposing my breasts. “You’re so god damn beautiful.” His tongue licks my nipple before fully taking it into his mouth, giving it a playful tug.

“Please, I want you to taste me,” I plead. Liquid gushes out of me, giving him a good dose to start.

“As you wish, angel.” He bends down to hover his mouth over my center. I feel him linger before he adds, “Do you know what else Suguru likes to do?”

“Tell me,” I whisper.

“He likes making sure your pussy never goes dry,” he growls, letting his mouth devour my clit. The vibrations from his limitless amplify the sensation, and I’m on the verge of losing control.

My body goes numb as his words echo through my head. He likes making sure your pussy never goes dry. I let out a moan, but it feels more like a cry. I completely unravel, feeling the tides of my orgasm come back to shore.

“Oh my god, Suguru. That feels so good. Don’t stop,” I cry.

As he continues to glide over me, I throw my head back and writhe in pleasure. His tongue goes up and down my center in a harmonious rhythm, and I’m so close to feeling ecstasy. His mouth on my lips may have felt needy, but his mouth on my pussy feels absolutely desperate. The ripples of his limitless accompany the motions and bring me to my limit. As he plants his hands on my thighs, I immediately crumble.

I melt into my orgasm as my legs tense up around him, squeezing him towards me. I picture Suguru’s hands gripping my thighs while he moans back in delight. My breath is quick, my heartbeat is unsteady. The muscles inside me contract and pulsate all over his tongue. He has me slick and he licks up every bit of the liquid that trickled from me.

“And that, my little angel… is a little taste of what you can expect from Suguru Geto,” Satoru chuckles.

I relax my legs and I feel one last kiss grace my center. I lay for a moment, feeling both lifeless, yet satiated. The thought of Suguru between my thighs still lingers in my mind.

“That was amazing, Suguru,” I breathed quietly.

As I sit up, my head is in a fog. I feel my brain spin for a moment. What just happened? Did I just have a wet dream about Suguru? Wait, no. Was it Satoru? It takes me a minute to recollect myself. Although I could see Suguru vividly in my mind, I remember that he wasn’t the person in the room. Anxiety surges throughout my body when I’m faced with the reality of what occurred.

I hear the door click, and rush to take off the wrap around my eyes. “Satoru, can we ta—”

To my dismay, there is no one else in the room. I see the blackboard behind me, the desk that seats me, three smaller desks in front of me, but Satoru is nowhere to be found.

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evilcowgirl · 6 months

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thinking about toxic!abby getting jealous over a fem!reader flirting with someone else….

bite the hand

abby anderson/reader

a/n: this took 300 years srry :p + warnings for manipulation and degradation methinks <33

Abby's got her hand around your wrist so tight that it burns, but you don't struggle against her, you know better. You know better because Abby's taught you so well and you usually are such a good girl for her without even thinking. Anytime she tells you to do something you don't bother trying to reason with it or argue because it's no use.

"I can't believe you had to ruin our night like this." She's talking out loud so you can hear her, she wants you to. Still, you know not to respond because she's still venting and she hates to be interrupted. "We were having a good time until you started looking for attention."

It wasn't true though, none of it. Abby wasn't having a good time the second you two left her apartment, a slight frown on her lips and her gaze hardened all night. It wasn't hard for you to notice that something was wrong with how well you knew her. There were countless times where Abby would leave you guessing on how she felt. On the way to your mutual friend's house she was quiet, letting you choose the music and only humming in response to your attempts to borrow her attention. It left you with a weighing feeling of uncertainty that you were powerless to. It always seemed like Abby held more control over your emotions than you did yourself.

You both greeted your friend as if nothing was wrong at all, Abby's genuine smile while she did so had almost fooled you. With the amount of conversations taking place all around you it was loud and quiet all at the same time. You found yourself barely listening to anyone. It made it alot easier to notice Abby’s silence.

"Are you okay?" You ask, leaning against her a bit so the words stay between just you two. She doesn't look at you, her eyes are still on her old roommate who's drunkenly rambling about something you couldn't care less about.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She says calmly, you wonder if you're imagining the hint of aggravation in her tone, you hope that you are.

You held your drink between your two hands, looking down into the cup of some strong mixture that burned your throat a bit but gave you a pleasant feeling that called your nerves. It was easier to forget Abby's stiff responses with each drink that you had. She noticed, sparing you a rare glance when you'd return to your place on the couch after refilling your cup. You wanted more than a glance though, you wanted Abby to tell you why she was being so cold.

She's passing by when she taps you, a playful hand ghosting over your shoulder. When you look behind you, you see her smiling down at you. It felt like an invitation, made more enticing by the alcohol in your system and the feeling of abandonment from your girlfriend.

She’s standing by the kitchen island, leaning against the counter with all of the half empty bottles. When you get up you’re sure Abby doesn’t even notice. You leave your cup on the coffee table in front of you two, right next to her full one. She never drinks when you go out, you assumed in the beginning that it was because she was the one who drives most of the time. You noticed it even when you were with a small group of friends, when she didn’t even have the excuse of being the designated driver, she still prefers being the only one who stays sober. You learned later in your relationship that Abby has an undying obsession with being in power that's almost carnal in nature.

“Hi there.” She says. Her voice is low but you can still hear her over all the chatter. Somehow she’s got you hooked just like that.”

“Hi” Your response is noticeably cheerful in a way that makes her smile.

Abby's got to look around the room to calm herself down and get her breathing together. She's so angry with you that the only thing stopping her from grabbing you and forcing you in the car right then is the crowds of people around. You had to know how upset you were making her, there was no way you were this clueless. You always noticed when something was wrong, it was something she often resented. That simple fact fulled her disappointment in you, you knew her so well, better than she kneel herself at times. There was no way you hadn't planned to ruin her night by throwing yourself at this girl when everyone knew that you're her’s. You had no excuse.

Abby's friends were all just background noise to her, their words all indistinct like tv static. She kept her eyes on you unashamedly. She hates your dress. She hates the fact that she even let you leave like that now that you had someone else other than her to impress.

You laughed, a real one, she could tell. It made her lungs ache seeing you like that with someone else. You barely knew this girl, she was a friend of a friend, someone you had no reason to be speaking to with a smile on your face that should only be reserved for her. Abby’s watching you two talk with her jaw clenched. One of her friends called her name, seeing how she’d completely checked out of the conversation.

“I’m still listening.” She assures her. It was a lie though and she had no idea what the rest of the group was talking about, nor did she care.

You get closer to her with every giggle, the small distance between you dwindling even more as she leans in to say something to you. It’s almost comical how clearly she’s flirting with you now and Abby’s frustration is probably noticeable now. She feels sick with it. She’s thankful that everyone around her is either too drunk or high to notice. Whatever she says to you earns her another laugh, not only that but you actually touch her. It’s only a hand on her shoulder but you might as well be fucking right infront of her. She’s really questioning if you’re actually that stupid now. Shaking her head, she stands up abruptly and heads for the porch out front. It’s mostly isolated with everyone opting for the backyard instead and she can’t stand the sight of other people right now. The cool air of the night stings her bare arms but she couldn’t care less. Leaning against the railing she stares off at nothing in particular, letting her eyes lose focus in the darkness. She can imagine you now, back in there showing everyone how little she meant to you. How little you cared about being her’s. Usually when she got this upset you were there to comfort her and get her calm enough to think things through but that wasn’t an option.

It took you just over three minutes with a drunk distracted mind to notice something had changed in the room that made you slightly uncomfortable. So much so that your recently claimed friend felt the need to ask you what was on your mind. You weren’t even sure how to answer her until you took a confused look around and noticed the empty spot where Abby had been. Your stomach dropped immediately, and when you didn’t spot her anywhere close your mind started racing.

“My girlfriend,” You said ambiguously.

“Abby? I’m sure she’s close” You aren't sure how to interpret it but you weren't going to take her word regardless.

When you tell her you have to go she nods understandingly. You feel slightly nauseous when you stand.

You walk back over to Abby’s spot and grab her jacket she left. It's much too big on you but you wrap it around your arms for some sort of comfort.

“She’s out front.” Someone supplies. One of Abby’s many friends that you don't recognize. you thank them. You can’t even begin to think of a reason she would up and leave like that, especially with how serious she gets about keeping you close. On the way to the door you slip through bodies urgently, bumping into a few people and muttering apologies.

Your first thought is to yell when you see her standing there, she looks cold with her nose red and the wind blowing the long pieces of hair that frame her face.

“Abby, what the hell are you doing out here?” You ask her. You shrug off her jacket and place it over her instead. You lean against her, happy to see that she's alright.

“I’m surprised you even noticed that I was gone.” She says with dry humor in her voice. She steps away from you, pulling away from your touch. It makes you feel even more cold than the worsening weather. Abby shakes her head at the confused look on your face, refusing to let you make her feel with the pathetic puppy-eyes you love to use against her.

“Can we just go now? I’m fucking tired.” It’s not jarring to hear her say it, just unexpected.

There’s a brief moment when you try and think of a way to respond. Your thoughts are slow. “Yeah, of course.” You say, because you don't really feel like being out anymore either.

She drives with a scowl that you can’t ignore. Being drunk and emotional didn't help either. You try your best to keep your mouth shut for the whole ride, looking down at your legs and toying at the hem of your dress like a scolded child. Once you were close to the apartment you couldn't deal with the silence anymore.

“Why are you acting like I did something wrong?” You ask.

Abby looks over to you and your body almost flinches, “Did you seriously just ask me that? After what you pulled back there, you're seriously asking me what my fucking problem is?” The harshness of her words makes you start to tear up.

“I didn't do anything back there, we were just talking.” The unsteadiness of your voice was a sure sign that you were going to start crying soon and she didn't want to deal with that tonight.

“You were acting like a slut with that girl you don’t even know, and now you're trying to make me seem like the bad guy for calling you out on it. I don't have time for this.” She hated seeing you cry, especially when she was the one causing it, but the bitter feeling of guilt wasn't enough incentive for her to be less aggressive.

Now she was dragging you into her apartment, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist as you tried to keep up with her, only stumbling a bit when you're being pulled up the stairs. When she tells you that you ruined both of your nights you aren't in any position to not believe her. She only lets you go to unlock the door. Abby’s got her weights stacked near the entrance and on the other side of them is a coat hanger that you place your cardigan on.

The low light of the room exaggerates every curve of her exposed arms and vein under her skin. She looks broader, her shadow completely engulfs you. Abby’s power over you is undeniable, it’s not simply physical but psychological too. Just knowing she’s anything less than happy with you floods you with dread. You feel weak as you watch her take a seat on the bed. The silence is expected, she wants you to speak first.

You all but crawl to her, shifting closer until you’re able to place your head on her clothed thigh. The rough material of denim against your face. You feel so frail with her looking down at you, like just the right word from her would make you break down. Her blue eyes are dark and much easier to look into now. The softness of it all feels like a kiss. She’s not as intimidating when you’re this close to her. For you, it almost feels like you're Abby’s equal, like she’s just as vulnerable as you are. She reminds you constantly that it’s not true but it doesn't stop you from finding yourself back in this place beneath her over and over again. She loves it like this, it’s proof that she has you in her palm. You under her, begging her just to speak to you. She wonders how far she can push it. If you’d let her pull your hair and tell you just how dumb you are for thinking she’d be fine with how you acted tonight. She knows you would, since you're always so obedient for her when she tears you down.

“Abby.” You say to her.

“Yeah, doll?”

“I’m sorry for upsetting you. Are you still mad with me?” You say, gentle and sanguine. You've got to know because it's ripping you up inside.

Abby looks at you in a way that causes anxiety to creep up your throat. You can’t tell if she hates you for asking that but you need to know, you have to.

Her hand is large and warm at your cheek. Soft in a familiar way and it eases all the bad thoughts in your head. You lean into her touch, desperate for it. It’s so pathetic. The fact that she’s willing to touch you is a good sign. When Abby’s really mad with you she avoids giving you any kind of affection because you don’t deserve it in her eyes.

“Do you think I should be?” It’s devastating to hear.

“I’m not sure.”

She nods at your answer and you pray silently from your position on the floor that it didn't disappoint her.

“You’re lucky I love you so much, anyone else wouldn't put up with you.” She says it like it's a fact and you accept it as one. “You know that, right?”

“I know.”

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paracosmic-murdock · 7 months

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Tell me what are my words worth ; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 16: "Danser est un jeux dangereux"

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: It has been two years since your secret was exposed and you had to leave London. Two years with deep buried misery and in which you missed everything you used to have. However, neglect, novelties, and letters made sure to give you more than one reason to return to claim someone who is as rightfully yours as your estate and your people: Benedict Bridgerton.

Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, mutual pining, (kinda???) enemies (fake, this is just pride) to lovers (surely), bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added

Chapter summary: The Queen's Ball finally arrived, and with that, another encounter with the Ton. Unwanted or not, quite the encounter: Benedict, a friend from the past, and, of course, Miss Prince... However, this time you had a plan that would give you the upper hand for long enough.

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"It is…"

"Absolutely stunning."

"Indeed." you agreed.

You and Lady Danbury were in your bedchambers as you tried on the ballgown the Queen had sent for you.

"She certainly is rooting for you and Mr. Bridgerton."

You chuckled. "She is quite invested. There is a high likelihood that she is more invested than us altogether."

"It would not surprise me," she mentioned. "The Queen wants a victory for herself and something to do in that lengthened free period of time in her hands."

"I suppose our interests have aligned this one time."

"Very," Lady Danbury added. "You look fabulous, my dear."

"Thank you for saying that," You smiled. "Is it enough, you think?"

Lady Danbury nodded, approaching you with an apprehensive glance. "If Mr. Bridgerton makes you feel like you are not enough for him to like you, then he is the one that isn't enough."

"With all due respect, my Lady, it seems like something easy for you to say," You sighed. "You are an accomplished woman, you have lived a life, I am certain, but I… I am on the verge of having nothing. If it does not work with Benedict, I must find another husband before-"

She noticed you stopped yourself and frowned. "Before what?"

You sighed. "Before my Grandfather tells the King of France about what I did. Then, he will forget all about my Father's will, say that he would be disappointed in me; I will be sleeping under a bridge in a heartbeat right after that happens."

"My child, I am so incredibly sorry that this is happening to you," She pursed her lips. "But do not dare believe we will ever let you sleep under a bridge!"

"Figure of speech, I think," You gave her a thankful smile. "It means so much to me to know that I have your support."

"You will never not have it, dear."

You entered the venue next to Lady Danbury, your arms intertwined. A graceful walk, characteristically yours, accompanied your presence and caught the Ton's attention.

"All eyes are on us."

She chuckled. "On you, my child. Leave me out of it."

"Is this what abandonment feels like?" you chided.

"It might as well be."

You shook your head with an amused smile.

"My apologies for the intrusion," the gentleman said, giving Lady Danbury a respectful glance and you a comforting one. "May I have this dance?"

You looked at Lady Danbury, and she nodded, letting go of your arm. You took Cortez's hand he was offering you and followed his lead.

"It is nice to see you again."

You sighed. "Likewise."

"I'm sorry for the scrutiny you have gone through," he commented. "I met you both ways, and I can say first hand that you deserved better than being exposed so ruthlessly. You are a very talented artist, regardless of your gender."

You felt your cheeks go warm. "Thanks, Mr. Cortez."

"Lord," he corrected you. "My Father, he passed."

"I am so incredibly sorry, my Lord," You looked at him with sympathy as you danced. "I wish for everything to go well at your home. How are your Mother and your siblings?"

"We are all fine, it was almost two years ago," he replied, letting out a small laugh. "In other circumstances, Antoine would have been getting drunk with me and talking about the cycle of life."

"As long as chaperoned, Lady Y/N can do that as well," you offered. "We were… friends, right?"

He chuckled. "Very good friends. I would have trusted you if you had told me it was a lie without question, and I would have kept the secret without hesitation if you had confided in me."

"I am thankful for that, and I hope we can remain friends."

"You will always be welcome in our home," he promised. "One of my sisters, Maria, advocated for you fiercely. As if she knew the whole situation; I am sure she would love to meet you someday."

"I would be more than pleased to," you answered. "Would you have introduced her to Antoine?"

"Oh, absolutely not." You both laughed.

And once that dance was over, you saw him leave with a smile.

You returned to Lady Danbury's side, then.

"How did it go with Lord Cortez?"

"Well enough, my Lady."

"Did you know him from before?"

You sighed. "He was both my suitor and friend from the Academy."

Lady Danbury laughed. "My child, you have one of the most coveted gentlemen of the Ton wrapped around your gloved finger."

"What?" You frowned.

"That man will come to my house the day after tomorrow at the latest with flowers for you and an invitation, I assure you."

"No way, he will not!" you exclaimed.

"Shall we place a bet?"

You nodded. "We shall."

Both you and Lady Danbury laughed until a collective presence joined you. You smiled politely.

"It is lovely to see you all tonight." you greeted them.

"Us as well," Anthony replied. "You two ladies look absolutely ravishing."

"Why thank you, Lord Bridgerton." Lady Danbury smiled.

Colin approached you with a knowing look. "May I have this dance?"

Your eyes met Benedict for the first time that night, and the look of disapproval in his face made you smirk internally.

"Of course, Colin." You smiled, taking his hand and following his lead.

"I've not gotten a chance yet to let you know how glad I am that you're in London again."

You nodded. "I am most thankful, Colin; and I am glad to be back as well."

"Did you miss me?" he joked.

"Of course I did," You laughed. "Now, did you miss me?"

"I believe that, only second to Ben, I am the one who missed you the most."

"Eloise would beg to differ."

Colin chuckled. "My sister, she doesn't truly count."

"How so?" you asked with a smile.

"She just does not, no reason at all."

You shook your head in amusement and turned around, catching sight of Benedict and her.

Her.

You despised her with every inch of yourself. You did not want her near him, for Benedict was yours, was he not? He made sure you knew that, he told you he was yours in more ways than one… He did by making love to you once and twice, he did by telling you he loved you, he did by asking you to be his wife. He was not hers, even if she were to be his wife instead of yourself, Benedict Bridgerton would always belong to you and you only. And even if you were to spend the rest of your life by someone else's side, you still would have been his. He is yours and you are his, always and forever.

That must be why you parted from Colin's side before the dance even ended and rushed to join them. The smile you dedicated to Miss Prince was theater-worthy, you knew.

"Isn't this evening lovely, Miss Prince?" you asked politely, giving Benedict a longing stare.

She nodded. "It sure is, my Lady."

"Quite lovely," you repeated, looking around. "I, uh… I have heard you are the novelty of the town, am I right?"

"I am, yes." she confirmed.

"I sort of am, as well," you mentioned, seeing how Benedict rolled his eyes beside you. "This morning I thought of it, Miss Prince… You and I are in almost a similar position currently, so it is barely logical that we stand together."

"Y/N…" Benedict muttered under his breath, apprehension joining his voice in delivering the message: don't you dare.

You could not possibly care less.

Eloise watched from afar beside her mother and Lady Danbury.

"Is she being friendly to Miss Prince?" the youngest questioned.

"She is such an unstoppable force," Lady Danbury noted. "What on Earth could she have in mind?"

Lady Bridgerton sighed. "She certainly is a determined young lady."

"I agree!" Miss Prince exclaimed, excited to maintain relations with a figure like you.

"Would you like to join me as I pace around the ballroom?" you offered. "I should greet the Queen and thank her for having us tonight."

Benedict let out an annoyed sigh.

"Oh, I'd be honored!" she replied, being it hard to believe for her that you could greet the Queen just like that. For the sake of her curiosity mostly, she agreed and walked beside you after nodding at Benedict to inform him that she would take her leave.

"Are you and Benedict close, Miss Prince?" you asked, swallowing the discomfort it would cause you to hear the answer.

"Quite," She blushed. "I am sure we will be engaged to be married before the end of the month."

You nodded. "I hope everything goes well between you and Ben," you added, using the nickname that denoted closeness you had never said before. "He is the sweetest man I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Trust me, there is nothing more enchanting than the look of longing in his eyes. The spark of light his loving smile turns on in your heart. His assuring words full of adoration, the enamored stolen glances… If you have all of those you are most fortunate."

Miss Prince frowned. "H- how… how do you know that?"

"You surely cannot believe you are Ben's first round," you warned her. "If you are curious enough, why don't you join me at the modiste tomorrow afternoon to help me pick a new dress? I shall tell you meanwhile."

She nodded. "You know him very well, do you not?"

"You couldn't imagine, Miss Prince," you replied. "Why the question, if I may ask?"

"I was wondering if you think he would make a fine husband," she said. "Could his art be enough to provide for me? For our children? To have a nice home where we could host balls and dinner parties?"

You frowned. "Well, Miss Prince, he is a Bridgerton. I am not sure whatever you could be looking for that makes you believe he would not be enough…" You looked her up and down, making sure you were sending the corresponding message. How could she even dare speak that way about him? "... for you."

"I didn't mean it like that…" she was quick to defend herself, however baseless her arguments would be.

You hummed. "How did you mean it, then?"

"Uh, I might as well tell you tomorrow over pretty dresses, right?"

"By all means," you said. Cynical. "A fair amount of time to make up your mind. I respect that, Miss Prince."

Your mood changed as you approached the Queen.

"You look absolutely astonishing in that dress, my child," she smiled widely. "It certainly suits you very well, it is one of my best presents to date."

Around you, everyone heard the Queen's words and looked at you, the Queen's protégée.

"I am most thankful, Your Majesty," You smiled. "Certainly the most beautiful dress I have ever tried on."

"It suits you gracefully!" she exclaimed. "No one apart from me looks nearly as breathtaking as you!"

"Oh, I could never dare be compared to your gracefulness, my Queen," you commented. "Thank you for saying that, nevertheless."

She smirked. "Enjoy your evening, my Lady."

"Well, the Château de Germolles is owned by my cousin, but every other property that belongs to the Dukes remains mine," you said, sipping your champagne. "The two of you are most welcome to stay in any of my homes… As I am aware you enjoy the countryside, Anthony, allow me to offer the Château du Clos de Vougeot."

"The vineyards are there if I'm correct."

"They are indeed," you confirmed. "I would be honored to welcome you at home."

"Only if I am guaranteed wine for dinner." Anthony joked and Kate rolled her eyes.

You laughed. "For breaking the fast, even."

"When can we go?"

"Right now if you wish."

"What are you laughing about?" Lady Bridgerton interrupted your conversation as he reached you along with Benedict.

"Oh, Y/N was inviting me and Kate to spend a season in France."

"There are enough rooms for each Bridgerton to sleep in... Eight is perfect if we include Daphne and Simon, so all of you are welcome."

No one paid real attention to the calculations except for Benedict, who frowned.

Each... Mother, Anthony and Kate, himself, Colin, Daphne and Simon, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, but how about Hyacinth?, he counted.

"Aren't you undercounting?"

You shook your head with a suggestive smirk. "I guarantee you I am not."

Realization hit him, and he suppressed a smirk. You meant he wouldn't need a room.

"You know what? I will honor that offer, if you allow me to join you once you return to France." Violet interrupted the suggestive conversation everyone was starting to comprehend finally.

Anthony and Kate looked at each other with a knowing smile, trying not to laugh at your suggestion of sharing your own room with Benedict.

"Of course!" you shrieked. "I shall show you the entirety of France."

"We should all join you, actually," Kate smirked, looking at Benedict, who was staring at you without an ounce of shame as his brain took your commentaires in. "Don't you think, Benedict?"

He was taken out of his trance by the mention of his name, not knowing whatever Kate meant or anything else that was mentioned during the conversation. So he only managed to say yes.

"That is wonderful!" Lady Bridgerton grinned. "You know what? You two must dance."

"Uh, Mother…" Benedict tried to deny, but you were quicker than him.

"You are right, Lady Bridgerton, dancing would be suitable."

He pursed his lips reluctantly, but ultimately took your hand in his and walked somewhere you could dance.

"Wasn't dancing a dangerous game?" he asked after clearing his throat.

"Well, I like taking my chances. Plus, we're supposed to have a conversation, don't we?"

"Not like this, no." he whispered.

"Then how?" you questioned him. "This is a perfect opportunity."

"I shall visit you tomorrow morning at Lady Danbury's so we can speak privately."

You looked each other in the eyes when he said privately and you let out a soft sigh, one that showed your mind had taken a turn, and, judging by the whimper you let out, Benedict could guess the question he would ask had a response he would enjoy, especially after what you had implied about him not needing his own room.

"What are you thinking about?"

You gave him a suggestive glance and kept dancing with him, and once the dance was almost over, you replied in a whisper, so close to his ear that your hot breath caused goosebumps. "About all the things we used to do in private."

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faterpresources · 11 months

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A ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs

A collection of random lines compiled from many visual novel games including Fate/Stay Night, Danganronpa series, Code : Realize , Paranormasight, Somnium Files and many others. Feel free to change the pronouns in order to better suit the parts involved. Warning: some crude language

❝ Out of my way, plankton. ❞

❝ -- I want to punch him/her. ❞

❝ So whose ass do I need to kick!? ❞

❝ B stand for brute force! Ya like? ❞

❝ Shush. The adults are talking now. ❞

❝ I can’t say I need a cat right now. ❞

❝ Well, let’s just say sleep is overrated. ❞

❝ Watching a fire like this is greatly relaxing. ❞

❝ Oh, I’m just through a little… self-loathing. ❞

❝ I don’t think love has anything to do with it… ❞

❝ Tell me, where did your typical rudeness go to? ❞

❝ This is evil. I deserve to be hated and resented. ❞

❝ I’m shocked. Hypotheticals really do happen, huh? ❞

❝ Do you think I even care enough about you to rebel ? ❞

❝ O god of donuts! I’m praying for a wonderful encounter! ❞

❝ I think… I just got persuaded to do this without realizing it… ❞

❝ I’ve grown out of my brooding, pretentious teenager phase. ❞

❝ If you were a fictional character, I bet you’d have a lot of fans. ❞

❝ I’ve been teaching myself, though I’m not very good at it yet. ❞

❝ Loving someone you shouldn’t only brings about misfortune. ❞

❝ Damn. I’m gonna be having nightmares about this for a while. ❞

❝ It’s the lack of something between your ears that’s dangerous. ❞

❝ You’re being really loud… I know you’re doing that on purpose… ❞

❝ It was just his/her pants. Not like his/her socks or something… ❞

❝ Hey, please don’t insult my Sherlock Holmesian detective skills. ❞

❝ You sound pretty scared for something that matters little to you. ❞

❝ My only strong point is that I’m a little more gong-ho than others. ❞

❝ I only hugged you because you were standing right in front of me. ❞

❝ Hey! You weren’t thinking something bad about me just now, were you? ❞

❝ Dah! Come, now, you look like an abandoned puppy with a face like that! ❞

❝ If that was your last resort, I’d say you didn’t think this through very well…❞

❝This is the part where ya fall in love with me and obey my every command! ❞

❝ I know I am not the most intelligent person, but you really are just hopeless. ❞

❝ I’m like a magnet for all things strange. There’s nothing I can do about that. ❞

❝ No-one makes a compliment sound like an insult quite like you, my dear friend. ❞

❝ Just so you know, I’m saying this for your own good: your logic isn’t logical yet. ❞

❝ Fairytales mislead humans into believing they can have things they do not deserve. ❞

❝ As usual, you look like you’re carrying all the misery of the world on your shoulders. ❞

❝ Thing is, I might be a brat, but I’m not a kid. Okay, doesn’t make me an adult, either. ❞

❝ Maybe there’s something hidden under his/her bed. It’s a usual place for hiding things. ❞

❝ Well, I know you are unfortunately lacking in mental faculties, so I’ll fill you in myself.❞

❝ Aaah, he/she was so cute and innocent back then, how did he/she end up such a twisted kid? ❞

❝ Well then, let’s pretend this conversation never happened. For our mutual benefit, for once.❞

❝ A friendly word of warning – someday that attitude is going to come back and bite you. Hard. ❞

❝ Of course that was a joke. Duh! You don’t really think I’m some kind of evil spirit, do you? ❞

❝ I don’t need to go inside a haunted house to feel afraid since I already feel fear in my daily life! ❞

❝ You could have told me you were being attacked by Martians and I still would have believed you. ❞

❝ If you’re going to make another appearance, the least you can do is have some of a…villainous entrance, you know. ❞

❝ I never expected someone as good-looking and cool as you would get embarrassed about liking cute things. ❞

❝ Huh? … Sorry, I don’t remember. I guess it just seemed like something you would say, so I didn’t pay it any attention. ❞

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the-annoying-moth · 11 months

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So..uhmm I never wanted to do this bcuz...I felt...guilty but seeing this shit is fucking stressing me so let's start with this shit:

Let's start at the beginning like in 2019 more or less with a moth of about 12 or 13 years old at most but many knew me simply as sushi (somewhat random, my nickname was for my kitten but I changed it to my self insert moth girl )

At that time I had abandoned my old acc bcuz a girl certainly harassed me to answer her and to support her emotionally but she in itself degraded my problems, so I had decided to escape like the good coward that I am and I remembered that Jaja existed sooo I talked to her to tell her that sushi girl was me or just mysdered/mysde and we continued with our ships normaly(sfg! Nash x Classic!Frans and huhhh I think Rachel x Exterreri)

But despite the fact that everything was normal, something happened because Jaja began to talk to me a little about Zaiko, telling me to be careful when approaching them because they could hurt me and well, I blindly believed her, making me also fear and hate them for some reason.(Zaikoperdonameesqueestabachikitaypendejaigualnoeramiintención;;;;)

Although it seemed strange to me about Zaiko because I had not found any type of evidence that harmed Zaiko and in itself it was only Jaja answering ask type "She made me feel very bad with her actions..."(I'm using the old Zaiko's pronnouns acording to the year)and again I just keep listening only to Jaja because she was my friend in that time and I admired her art because for me was really pretty and comfy to see

Well, time passed all right I guess? There weren't many problems regarding our shipps until one day I drew a drawing of exterreri x rachel saying that their relationship reminded me of SasuSaku due to the fact that Exterreri left for too long and then came back and then Haha he spoke to me privately saying He did not like this comparison at all, asking me to perhaps delete the post or hc, I agreed and deleted the hc without too many problems, but a few months later the chaos began

I started to devolping a shipp with Zaiko and that ship was Seth x Cherry,Jaja she found out about this and she warned me again to stay away from Zaiko because they were a bad person and double-faced but I didn't noticed that honestly bcuz Zaiko was a very comprensive person and very very very kind and patient towards me and some mutuals in that time

And everything went down when I created my oc and shippchild of pf!frisk x killer! Sans,Artemisa Jaja inmediately talked to me starting the conversation with "I thought you didn't like that ship" and I told her that I was neutral regarding the ship and created Artemisa for fun too so that she could also interact with other fanchilds of the same ship or other ships as well. After I explained to her, she began with "You don't know how hurtful you are, I thought we were friends!" I felt horribly bad because I didn't want to make her feel that way with my fanchild and I was a bit scared to be honest so I told Zaiko that problem

And I tried to resolve the problem with a serious dialogue to her and we broke our ships at Jaja's request I honestly was very sad I just loved the shipchilds that we make like Alexander(Sfg!nash xFrans) or Said(ExterrerixRachel),and she also requested me to delete the posts of said ships and childs (which she did not do because we made more than anything a deal)so we stopped talking and being less close than before and by that timeI started to talk to @yueart about our ships which at that time I think they were (AlexanderxViolet,BinariøxBermellon and TristánxZenka).

And among so much talk I brought up the problem with Jaja, realizing that I was not the only one affected by his actions because Yue also went through the same thing

So I had an idea, to make a reboot for Frans to see what he thought Haha, what did I get as an answer? well in the comments she sent me a "our ship is still canon right :)?" I was like "you're goddam kidding me right?!" But internally,and I said yes

But one day I just got tired of all that shit and well,tell her all the truth of the matter and blocked her inmediately

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Voy a ser muy sincera con esto,este tema me estreso mucho e incluso mi ex pareja sabe del tema pues a él le pedia consejos de que hacer,recuerda que si tu pasaste la misma situación con esta mujer no estás solo! Me tienes a mi y a muchas personas más,debes mantenerte lo más firme y valiente que puedas ante sus estúpidos juegos,manipulaciones y llantitos. Espero que estés donde estés sepas que tienes apoyo tanto en este testimonio y muchos más

No te sientas mal si ella te hizo creer que la dañaste,literalmente tiene una mentalidad de una niña de 11 u 13 años

Para Jaja:

Honestamente...no me arrepiento haber dicho lo que dije en ese tiempo,me hiciste sentir tan mal con tus palabras,para mi eras una amiga más pero al final me di cuenta de algo,no conozcas a tus ídolos espero que estés donde estés seas conciente de tus acciones o el daño que le hiciste a personas. Sayonara~

#annoying moth text #Bueno ya me sentí mal #conpermiso

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moonsugar-and-spice · 11 months

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🔺Ok Lu Da you know we have to ask: are you or have you at any point been in love with Ta Ming?

7/10. You have flustered the Pirate King.

He coughs in an attempt to mask the odd laugh that rises in his throat, dropping a grin to the table that tightens by degrees.

“I, uh...” It’s a rare picture, the pirate’s usually quick wit abandoning him as the words stumble to arrange themselves into something intelligible. Lu Da runs a hand through his mohawk, disheveling it further, as if the gesture might help him gather his thoughts.

“I care for her a hell of a lot, there’s no denying that,” he begins again, regaining some of his bearings. “Which is a little funny, ‘cause back at the start it’s fair to say neither of us wanted much to do with the other, or knew what to make of ‘em. I mean, oil and water, right? Who’d have thought we’d ever be friends, close friends at that—”

“Real close,” mutters Marik from where he leans cross-armed against the wall. Lu Da shoots him a brotherly look of shutuppery.

“It was well-earned, but we have a connection,” he continues, “mutual trust, we’ve been through a lot together, and I admire her, respect her. Ta Ming’s strong, unwaveringly loyal and disciplined, so fiercely self-sufficient. May take a lot to rile her, but she’s a woman you do not wanna cross—ask me how I know,” he adds.

His mouth crooks up wryly before softening again as he hesitates, brow furrowing.

“Sometimes, I catch myself thinking, what if we’d never met? Winding it all back in my head, all the pieces that had to line up, and if just one thing, one mistake, one choice had been different…”

A tenuous silence settles, punctuated by the drumming of the pirates fingers, his gaze anchored to the table.

“There’ve been moments,” he proceeds, as if stepping out onto ice, cautious, questing, “when it feels like... teetering on the top of a high cliff, when we’re together and I get this lurch and I know I’m looking at her too long, and the only reason I look away is so I don’t do something stupid and send us over the wrong edge. We’ve seen each other at our best, and our worst. She’s been there for me, seen the good and the bad, accepted it all, and never once has made me feel like I...” He pauses again, sighs through his nose. “All I know is she fascinates me, challenges me, and whenever I’m with her, having her at my side, it feels… right, somehow... like coming home.”

A curtain seems to lift in the parting of his lips, in his drifting gaze, a rawness when his voice emerges again, as if he has found himself holding something startling and precious. “Fuck, is this what it feels like to—”

Marik clears his throat, quick but quiet. "Cheers to your epiphany, I'd say you're the last one to know, but..." He nods his chin to somewhere close behind, where the air shifts, the previously closed door having sighed open to encroaching conversation.

Lu Da’s gaze snaps askance and back, the question low on his breath. “Do not tell me she’s…”

A furtive nod. “Just walked in.”

Amended: 10/10, a kaleidoscope of panic and co-morbidities flickering behind his eyes.

Lu Da almost risks a glimpse over his shoulder. Instead, he rubs his palms down his pants and leans forward, burly arms folding against the table. “She hear any of that?”

Marik shrugs. “Nothing Jhu Lin hasn't probably already implied.”

“Hilarious.”

The small wave of voices and laughter swells as they grow closer. He catches his nickname.

Shifting in his seat, Lu Da makes a discreet slicing motion in front of his throat with a drawn grin and mutters, “Uhh, yeah, next question.”

Send a △ and ask my character(s) a really invasive question.

#i'll take italicized oh for 500 alex #and then ta ming sits down next to him and wonders if he's feeling all right #places a hand to his forehead: “are you ill? you're quite flushed.”#tiny headcanon that after such an epiphany suddenly he's not being flirty with/around her anymore because Oh No #and one day she starts to notice #ta ming: “lu da's been acting weird.”#jhu lin: }:) “sit down honey...”#invasive character asks #oc shenanigans #lu da #ta ming #tada ✨#oc ask game #for the record it's not that he wouldn't tell her or want her to know if he was #(i mean he might not)#but if he did he'd prefer it be on his terms (even if that might not end up being the most opportune of moments)#heh please lu da don't wait until the last goodbye #thanks for the ask!

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justarainydayy · 1 year

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crossposted from wattpad @/justaraindyday__

TW : mentions of maternal death (briefly)

requested by @/wolfblood1732 on wattpad

kiri x halfbreed!y/n

y/n pov

i have been alone my whole life, abandoned in the forest. well, maybe not completely alone; i was raised by the animals, specifically a group of thanators, who were my family, although i was definitely adopted.

i also have a friend, although i think we're more. her name is kiri, and she is the only native blue person to not stare at me in fear instead she stared intrigued.

she had tried to explain to me many times since our first meeting when we were kids that i must be part human, but i didn't know what a human was or why i suddenly was one.

kiri's clan would often send out hunters (i think that's what she called them), and somehow they always managed to stumble upon my family and i.

they'd give me weird looks, confused as to what i was, but they'd leave as soon as the thanators growled and gave them a look that said, "move along, and we won't hurt you." there was mutual peace between us and them.

i knew i was different from them. sure, i wasn't blue, but i still had pointed ears and sharp teeth, and i hissed like them. i was also taller than some of those blue people.

kiri had explained why i wasn't blue and why i had the skin tone of a human. she had started to speculate that my mother was human, and that's why i was alone in the forest. a na'vi woman would have survived the birth of a giant baby.

a lot of kiri's explanations fell on my deaf ears; i had never learned how to talk growing up with a pack of wild animals. they only ever taught me how to growl at my prey before pouncing on them.

kiri had taught me some basics when we were younger. we'd lie in the grass, and kiri would roll around, telling me to listen to the heartbeat of eywa. i didn't know who eywa was or why their heartbeat was underground, but i'd always do as kiri said.

kiri would tell me about her family. her eldest brother, neteyam, who was the "golden child," lo'ak, who was a misfit, and little tuk, who was the sweetest, and spider, whom she'd mentioned wasn't technically family but was a close friend of hers,

she'd also tell me stories of her adoptive parents when they fought in the war against the sky people: how her father, jake sully, was toruk makto and once a human, and her mother, neytiri, was palulukan makto and a mighty warrior, and how her biological mother was a smart and caring woman.

i had asked about her biological father once, and kiri said she didn't know who he was; no one did, which is why her clan often referred to her as the daughter of eywa.

kiri told me a load of other things, but it was hard to understand. she'd point out certain plants and say something, or she'd talk about different animals, and i could only ever guess what she was saying by the tone of her voice or the expression she held on her face.

when we were kids, it was hard to connect with kiri, not knowing a single thing i do now. i had almost killed her when we first met.

i was stalking towards my pray. it was sitting down by a small river, cupping its hand and bringing it up to its face to drink.

i was just behind it, ready to pounce, ready to rip its throat out and bring its body back to my family to celebrate.

i take one more step forward and push off the ground, ready to tackle my prey, when my front foot slips, and instead of finally getting my first kill, i slip and roll down the small bank.

my blue prey jumps up and squeals, turning around and facing me. i am quick to move from my position in the mud to a squat.

baring my fangs, hissing, and bringing one of my clawed hands up at my prey, whose face i am now seeing for the first time,

they looked like me. my face drops, and so does my hand that was raised. they seemed to take that as peaceful.

before i could process what was happening, they were crouched in front of me with their hands rubbing my face and saying something that sounded alien to me.

"you have mud everywhere. you might have to jump in the river to clean it off." their voice was squeaky and high-pitched; it almost hurt my ears. "helloooo, do you hear what i'm saying?" they kept talking while i cocked my head to the side in confusion.

"do you not understand me?" i stood up and moved away from the weird blue thing that kept making noises. they stood up as well, saying, "i'm kiri." they pointed toward themselves before asking, "what's your name?"

i stared them up and down before repeating what they said, "kiri?" i pointed toward them. my voice sounds harsh for such a young child.

"yes! i'm kiri, and you are?" kiri had said something again, pointing towards me, and i still didn't understand what she was saying.

"kiri," she pointed back at herself before pointing back at me. my brows frowned even deeper, confused as to why she was now pointing at me.

kiri lets her head flop back, looking up at the sky, before her head snaps back up and she looks at me again.

"kiri," she points to herself again before squatting down, "rock," she points at a rock. "water," she says, splashing her hand in the river.

she stood back up and finally pointed back at me. i understood what she was asking, but i didn't know how to tell her that i didn't know what or who i was.

from then on, kiri had given me the name y/n. she explained it was a human name and she saw it in a book full of names, but y/n stood out to her the most. she said it matched me perfectly.

kiri would visit me just about every day, and sometimes i'd wait by her home tree for her, but after a few short years of seeing each other, kiri had seemingly disappeared along with her entire clan.

"ugh," i let out an exaggerated sign. i had been waiting by kiri's home tree for the past 10 minutes. this is the time we'd normally meet, and kiri should've been here by now.

i stood around for another 10 minutes before my mind started to think the worst. kiri had told me about her family's situation with the sky people. what if they had come back and done something bad? what if kiri was hurt?

curiosity got the better of me and i was suddenly running the short distance between kiri and i's meeting spot to her home tree. once i had reached it, i was spinning around looking for anyone or any signs of life.

"kiri!" it's like no one has ever even lived here, as if it had been untouched for centuries. "kiri!" i started to believe she and her entire clan had been taken, or worse, killed, by the sky people.

weeks had passed and there was still no sign of kiri. i wasn't sure if i was supposed to grieve the loss of someone i wasn't sure i had lost.

i was down by the river kiri and we first met at i was staring at the water rushing by, my mind elsewhere, when a twig snapped from behind me.

i quickly jump and turn towards the noise, only to be greeted with a smiling kiri. "hello," she says, walking closer. my expression, which was blank, rapidly turned to anger.

kiri has her arms out for a hug, but i push her back and ask, "where have you been? why didn't you come and see me sooner? i thought you were dead!" i sobbed, tears running down my face. it was the first time i had cried in years.

kiri raps her arms around me, comforting me and whispering reassuring things in my ear, before she pulls back and brings both her hands up to wipe my cheek.

"we had to leave; the sky people came back; it wasn't safe for us to stay down here in the forest," kiri explains her disappearance while i only slowly nod my head. "you'll still visit me, right?" i ask the slightly shorter blue girl in front of me. "of course i will, but it won't be as often, and i might not make it all the time. we'll meet by this river instead of by the home tree."

i nodded my head once again, this time with a small smile, knowing i would continue to see kiri.

that day, kiri and i stayed close, never letting each other go. kiri had also offered for me to come and stay with her family up in the mountains, but i had to refuse. i couldn't leave my own family.

it's been years since then, and the sky people have built monstrosities. i would often hear the wizzing of their metal boxes flying through the forest, and sometimes i would get caught in the middle of a raid.

seeing kiri's parents and brothers occasionally, but never getting close enough for them to see me, i would run off before anything got too heated. i didn't want to get hurt when i was so far away from any form of help.

i am currently out hunting, and the last raid was a day ago. hearing the loud booming sounds that shook the earth. it was almost an eclipse, and i was stalking through the forest silently, trying to pick up any noise of an animal i could jump at.

i noticed imprints in the ground. they were big and were just a bunch of lines. kiri had told me how humans would wear things called "shoes," but these prints were too big to be human, and what a na'vi person would wear shoes?

i followed the trail of marks in the mud, making sure to keep low to the ground and hide in between bushes as the prints led towards the sound of talking.

i stay back, knowing what the sky people are capable of. i peek between the leaves of plants to get a better look at the people i am hearing. i spot a group of blue na'vi-like individuals, but they are wearing cloth that covers a majority of their bodies.

the group was standing around an old shack behind them as two of them stood over a metal suit. i circled around the group to get a better look at them all when i heard a familiar voice say, "let go of me." my eyes were instantly darting around trying to locate kiri. i stood up just a bit more to see her on the floor of the forest along with her siblings and a human boy.

i had to help them. i knew i wouldn't be able to do it on my own, so i slowly creeped away from the armed group before sprinting off in the direction of my family.

i ask the thanators for help, but a lot of them refuse, not wanting to mess with the sky people. "please, they have kiri," i beg my family to help; they had met kiri a handful of times and knew how important she was to me; my thanator sister being the only one to change her mind and help me.

i hopped on her back and directed her to where kiri was being held captive. by the time we got there, it was dark and raining. i lay low on my sister's back as she stalked through the bushes around the hostile group, one of them commanding the others.

i signalling my thanator sister to go after the man with kiri and the human boy, knowing i wouldn't be able to take him down and grab both of them. i slowly slid off her back and crept around the group, looking for tuk.

kiri had told me everything about her family, including how tuk didn't have any training on how to defend herself, but i couldn't blame her because she was still so young.

i stop once i am right in front of the man with the tuk; even though they are all looking out around the forest, they don't see me or my thanator sister.

i stare at each one of the abductors, waiting for the perfect time to strike, and that seems to come quite quickly as kiri's brother, lo'ak, pulls the pin on a smoke bomb on one of the abductors' belts.

i let out an animalistic scream, telling my sister to pounce. i jumped on the back of the man who had a tuk in his grasp, biting down hard on the space between his shoulder and neck, and tuk was also biting down on his arm that was rapping around her.

once he released his hold on tuk, i jumped off his back and kicked his knees in. he struggled on the ground, pushing his hands up against the spot i had bitten.

pushing tuk off in the direction lo'ak had ran, i run towards kiri, grabbing her arms and pulling her with me, but before we could both run to safety, a man jumped up and grabbed kiri's queue, yanking her back.

before i can react, there is an arrow lodged in his throat. i grab kiri again and start to pull her along, with the human boy following. we all stumble on a tree acting as a bridge over a large pit as the ground shakes and an explosive goes off.

kiri drops to her knees, leaning over the edge of the fallen tree, screaming, "spider! spider!" i try to pull kiri up by grabbing at her shoulders, "kiri, we have to go," but she doesn't budge, continuing to look over the edge where the human boy had fallen.

"kiri!" a tall, heroic-looking na'vi woman comes jumping down from the trees, joining me by kiri. "come! come on!" she successfully pulls kiri up and drags her the rest of the way across the bridge.

i trail behind the two. "spider, he's down there!" kiri explains before pulling back from the women, i can only assume is her mother, to lean against a tree that overlooks the pit.

looking down into the pit from over kiri's shoulder, i see the group of hostile people walking towards spider. "kiri, we have to go," i tell her, gently laying my hand on her shoulder in a slight effort to comfort her.

"kiri, come! come!" neytiri yells, grabbing onto kiri once again, pulling her further away from spider and deeper into the forest. i head off in a different direction, calling for my thanator sister.

she appears at my side, and we both walk towards the small family gathering. once we had arrived, the family was checking on each other and sharing hugs.

i stand off to the side, feeling a little awkward and not wanting to interrupt the sweet moment, but once jake notices my thanator sister and me standing nearby, he pushes his family behind him, trying to protect them.

kiri pushes her way through jake and jumps into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder. i hold her tight, scared i might almost lose her again. she pulls her head up to look at me, and as i look down at her tears streaming down her face, i bring one of my hands up from resting on her back to her face to wipe her tears.

kiri lets out a small giggle before bringing her own hand up and pointing at the lower half of my face. i move my hand from her face to mine and rub it, realising my face was also wet. i pull my hand away to look at what it had just wiped up. i notice it was blood. "sorry," i say as i unwrap myself from kiri and turn my back on the family to quickly clean myself up.

kiri lets out another giggle at my action. i was embarrassed that i was meeting her parents this way. i turn back around, giving a small smile to the family. "mother, father, this is y/n." kiri introduces me, wrapping one arm around my waist while the other comes up to wipe at a spot i had missed on my face.

i turn my head down to face kiri as she leans up on her toes to give me a peck on the lips. my smile only widens as she pulls away from me and faces her family again.

"is it alright if y/n stays with us tonight?" kiri asks her parents "of course," neytiri accepts the invitation without hesitation, while jake stands there with a dumbfounded face.

jake, neytiri, and neteyam call for their ikran, and we all fly back up to the hallelujah mountains.

the sully family and i walk through the cave, getting odd looks from everyone and occasionally a shocked look from one of the many hunters that had seen me in the forest.

we reach the sully family tent, and neytiri and jake quickly leave us children alone, explaining they need to come up with a "game plan."

"i'm neteyam, and this is lo'ak and tuk," kiri's eldest brother introduces himself before pointing out the other siblings. "ah, the golden boy," i point at him and turn to face kiri in hopes of some reassurance that i had gotten that right. "what?" neteyam asks me a question, and i go to answer him, but before i can, kiri has her hand over my mouth, saying, "no!" she shouts at me to stop even though she has already stopped me.

"it's been a long night. we should head to bed and get some sleep," kiri commands as she now runs around the tent, blowing out the few lanterns that hung from the ceiling.

everyone had fallen asleep beside kiri and me. we both lay on our sides facing each other with barely any space between us. kiri has both her hands tucked under her head while i only have one, the other tracing small shapes on kiri's hip.

"you should be more careful," i comment, moving my eyes to look into kiri's. "more careful about what?" she asks, confused as to what i am saying, "getting kidnapped." i say half-jokingly, "pft." kiri lets out a sound of disagreement and playfully rolls her eyes.

"i've been in the forest for years since the sky people have come back, and i haven't gotten kidnapped." i exaggerate my statement while giving kiri a goofy smile, "i just don't want to lose you." my tone turns serious as i move my hand from her waist to her cheek, "you won't." kiri states

we both lay in silence for a while, slowly drifting off to sleep, when a meek voice broke in, "can i sleep with you guys?" tuk quietly whispers, standing at kiri's and my feet.

kiri, being already deep asleep, doesn't answer "of course." i answer, scouting back slightly so there is room between us.

tuk snuggles in between kiri and me, resting on her back. "thank you for saving us," tuk thanks, turning her head to face me. i smile down at the kindhearted girl. "anytime," i say.

tuk smiles back at me before rolling over and getting comfortable. i reach my arm around the snoring girl to place my hand back on kiri, wanting to make sure she was still there before drifting off to sleep.

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