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#lazy villagers are so sweet
pie-bean · 1 year
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I also wanna calm down with some warm soup
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puppyeared · 1 year
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Maybe together we can make this whorehouse.. into a whorehome
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waspgrave · 11 months
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I know people can get super obsessed with villagers in animal crossing fitting an Aesthetic, but I love my little guys. What island theme would suit this, though
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pandoraslxna · 1 year
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Special friends - Chapter 2
adult Neteyam x female omatikaya reader
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Summary: You’ve been such a good girl, helping Neteyam out when he was in pain. Now it’s time for him to repay the favor, don’t you think?
Warnings: explicit smut, oral sex, vaginal fingering, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, innocent virgin reader, best friends with benefits, they’re having a sleepover
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The air in his marui was filled with natural scents, the lingering smell of leaves, grass and later that evening, something sweet too.
Neteyam thanked Eywa for the little hunting trip your parents went to. They had left the village for a few days, knowing their precious daughter would be safe and sound in the care of the olo'eyktan's family. You and Neteyam were like two peas in a pod, never one without the other anyways. And Jake and Neytiri assured them that their oldest would look after you, that he would take care of you and your needs until they were back and that he was to be trusted with this responsibility. He was their golden child for a reason. And Neteyam couldn’t believe his luck.
A soft body was now laying beside him, an arm was placed under your head to serve as a pillow, his tail possessively wrapped around your hip and your back against his chest, pressing your bodies even closer together. Soft hair were tickling his cheek as Neteyams head was buried in the crook of your neck. Having you this close felt unbelievable good.
No words could describe that feeling when you had finally agreed to move your sleeping mat closer to his, when he had successful lured you to sleep on your side so he could spoon you.
Something was on your mind, Neteyam could tell by the way you were chewing your bottom lip all day. He watched very attentively, how you kept avoiding his gaze, how your cheeks would turn pink whenever he did catch you looking at him. And how you tossed and turned on your sleeping mat, laying just a few feet away from him. Something was definitely on your mind and he was determined to find out what it is.
"Can’t sleep, hm?", he had asked you after watching how you had no control over your tail trashing and tapping on the woven floor for hours. You were either really nervous or extremely excited, but whatever it was, it kept you sleepless.
In the dark, he still saw the way you turned around to face him, nodding and biting your lip as you looked at him from across the room.
"C‘mere peach", he reached his arms out for you to settle in between them, "tell me what’s troubling you." You were hesitant for a good while, much to his surprise. You had never denied him something before, so he was actually relieved when you finally moved to lay beside him.
A content hum was slipping through your lips as warm fingers brushed ever so lightly over your sensitive skin, tracing the stripes on your sides. Neteyam moved his head just enough to press a lazy kiss to your jaw every once in a while.
"So? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
"I don’t know…", came from beside him, your voice soft and uncertain and he knew that tone all too well.
Propping himself on one elbow, he looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows, "You know you can tell me everything, peach. I thought we would always share our secrets with each other?"
You sigh, knowing that sooner or later your best friends was always able to draw the words right out of you, so better tell him now. Last time you kept a secret from him, he was denying you kisses for two days straight. You almost went insane!
"I’ve been thinking about… about that day", you admit so quietly, you almost whisper.
"About what exactly?", he tilts his head questioningly and you completely miss the teasing tone in his voice.
"You said you had that tingling feeling in your belly from kissing and, uhm…", you squeeze your eyes shut as you proceed to let the words fall out of your mouth like a waterfall, "You know that I feel it too sometimes but… but now I have it even without kissing you and it’s just there all the time when I see you and it’s strange and I’m feeling weird and it makes my head all fuzzy and–"
"Oh", he simply says. You open your eyes again to look at him, but his facial expression’s are really hard to read right now. It makes you squirm and hide your face in your hands and you regret that you had even bought this up, feeling dumb for admitting something like this to him. You had no idea what those feelings were, why they were spreading in warm waves from your belly down to your core and simultaneously clouding your head enough so you could barely focus on anything else but him. Because what you did, how you helped him out, that moment has been playing in your minds eye nonstop for the past few days.
"That’s so embarrassing, I’m sorry, I– I shouldn’t have said something", you mumble against the palm of your hand that was covering your face.
"It’s not embarrassing, skxawng", Neteyam then chuckles, surprising you enough to lower your hands and take a peek at him. "It’s not?"
"No!", he shakes his head, loving the way your eyes soften when he caresses your cheek affectionately. You really had no idea what was happening with you. Neteyam bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning like some perv before he continued, "Look, you’ve been such a good girl, helping me out when I was in pain. Maybe I could help you out too?" Your eyes widened slightly at that, nodding along his words like he was lecturing you on something. "I can make that weird feeling go away, peach. Would you like me to help you? Just say so and I’ll do it."
A smile formed on your plumb lips and a sign of relief was clearly written on your face. Neteyams face lowered enough to hover just inches from yours and for a moment you think that he may kiss you, leaning in to let him capture your lips but he doesn’t move. "Use your words, pretty girl", he just teases, loving the way you squirmed underneath him.
"Can you help me, Teyam? Pretty please", you giggle. "Anything for my best girl", he smiles and then you’re rewarded with him actually leaning down to kiss you, soft and tender, and you sigh against his lips.
This was the perfect setup, Neteyam knew it. Adrenaline coursed through his body and he could hear his heart thumping in his chest. He could see that you were a little nervous, uncertain about what might happen now. But there was something else in your eyes. Trust. You trusted him with your whole heart and fuck, did that make him hard underneath his loincloth.
"Lay down on your back for me, yes?", he ordered and you happily complied, shifting so you laid flat on your back. Neteyam laid on his side next to you, propped on his elbow to get a good view of your body laid out before him like a desert.
"Perfect, you’re doing so good, peach", he praises you, making you blush. His eyes drift to your lips, tongue sneaking out to lick his own as he leans down. For a moment he lingers, like he can’t decide whether he wants to keep kissing you or move down to your neck. He decides to go for both, kissing your lips first and then your neck. You can’t help but giggle, his tongue tickling you as he sucks and licks on your skin.
Soon, there’s this warmth spreading in your stomach. And it’s like he feels it too, because he pulls back to look at you, smiling a very different smile now. His eyes shift from your own, to the way his hand had caressed your belly, his fingertips barely touching your soft skin as they move over your stripes. He moves lower and lower, until he’s passed your navel and reaches the cords that’s holding your loincloth together.
"Where are you feeling weird, is it here?", he asks, his fingers teasingly playing with the woven fabric covering your private parts, where a wet patch was already forming. You nod weakly, not trusting your voice enough to speak, especially when he moves your loincloth to the side and exposes your most treasured part to him.
"Feeling all special down there, hm?", Neteyam chuckles when you attempt to close your thighs.
You squeeze your eyes shut when he spreads your legs, draping one of them over his own thigh to keep them apart. You whimper at the foreign feeling when his middle finger glides through your folds, collecting your slickness on his digits. "Open your eyes, peach", Neteyam kisses your temple, "Need you to see how pretty you look, such a beautiful girl. Look how wet you are, that must’ve hurt, hm? So desperate to get touched and you didn’t even know."
You can’t help the shiver that runs through you at his words. The look he gives you this time is much softer, but it still makes your blood run hot, makes you feel like the electricity in your nerves are sparking just under your skin. You turn your head to the side to look at him properly. His pupils are almost completely blown black now and without missing a beat he grabs your chin lightly, guiding your gaze back to your lower half. Heat rushes up your neck and to your cheeks when he spreads you folds. With his index finger, he expertly finds that little nub that’s so sensitive to touch and gently presses down on it.
"Teyam!", you gasp his name, your hips unintentionally moving and bucking up against his hand. "T-That felt…"
"Good? I know", he chuckles. Neteyam continues teasing your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, smearing your slick over the little bundle of nerves so he can glide over it more easily. He rolls it, taps and rubs and you‘re so focused on what he‘s doing, that you barely register how embarrassingly loud your moans have turned. You’re whining and writhing against him, not even trying to look dignified at this point, the sensation verging on overwhelming and it’s foreign and strange, yet it’s so, so good.
But suddenly it’s gone and you whine in protest. For a moment everything is still, and you realize for the first time that you’re panting heavily.
You’re stretching up, wordlessly begging him to kiss you, to do something, but he doesn’t relent. He just holds you there, with a smirk on his face, like he’s plotting something.
"I‘m gonna put a finger in, okay?", he asks you with a kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Think you can take it?"
A finger? In like... inside? Inside you? There was no way this was going to fit. Were fingers even supposed to go in there? His hand is so much bigger than yours, surely this wasn’t possible!
"I- I don’t know if I can—", you manage to stutter out and your breathing seemingly increased.
"Hmh I think you can, peach. I promise it’s gonna feel good, don’t you trust me?" His words are soft and calming and you do, you trust him completely. Neteyam would never hurt you, he would never ask anything of you that you weren’t actually capable of. He knew you better than you did yourself. When you nod, he runs his fingers back through the slick between your thighs, teasing a finger against your slit and you can’t help but tense a little. Neteyam coos beside you, whispering sweet praises in your ear that actually help you relax, before he pushes his middle finger inside, ever so slowly and you hold your breathe.
He’s carful, taking a deliberate breathe like he’s trying to compose himself. You’re completely unaware of how painful hard his cock is, neglected from any sort of touch and the combination of his loincloth restraining him and you writhing and moaning next to him was starting to become unbearable.
His thumb still rolls over your clit, while he pushes his finger inside you to the last knuckle. It’s a tight fit, but that was to expected. You’re warm and wet and tight and fuck he can’t help but groan once he can’t push his digit further in. Your velvety walls clamp down on him and oh how good would that feel around his cock, he thinks to himself.
"Oh great mother, you’re so tight. I love you so much, peach", he mumbles likes he’s drunk, drunk of the sight in front of him, "Fuck, see how well you’re taking my finger? You’re so perfect, my favorite girl is doing so good for me."
You work to steady your breathing, reveling in the feeling of his touch and the sweet praises he mumbles but the feeling when he finally moves his finger inside you is something else. It’s confusing, the way he makes you feel. But it’s amazing.
He thrusts his finger in and out, slow at first but his speed increases the louder you moan. Neteyam hums thoughtfully, still rubbing your clit, grinding the palm of his hand against it too, every time he pushes deep inside you.
But Neteyam had a hard time doing all of this. Literally.
His mind was fuzzy, clouded with the squelching sounds of your pussy and the delicious sight of your juices running down his knuckles and the way you squeezed him, moaning his name with your hips bucking up and unintentionally chasing his hand whenever he moved just slightly away. He wanted to push another finger in, hear you whine and cry out because that would definitely be too much for your needy little hole. After all, you’ve never done anything like this.
Sweet, innocent girl has never had anything inside of her before, except for his finger. Neteyam was determined to be your first with everything and having another mile stone completed in this very second, has him drooling and thrusting his cock up in the air. This whole situation was making him harder than anything ever before and he couldn’t wait for the day he would finally make you his. But not now. Not like this. Right now, he wanted to do something else.
You just looked way too delicious right now, your clear arousal smearing between his digits like honey and fuck he wanted to taste it so bad.
"Remember the reason why I call you peach?", Neteyam asked lowly, gently blowing air against the shell of your ear where he had previously nippled and licked your skin, making goosebumps appear all over your body. You squirm when the movement of his finger slows down, until he only grinds his hand against your pussy.
"Because you.. you said I’m sweet like a peach", you tell him panting and he chuckles at your desperate state.
"Have you ever tasted one?", he asks with a smile.
You look at him questioningly when he moves to sit up, retreating his hand from between your thighs to settle himself there instead. Furrowing your brows, you’re met with a sharp grin as he lays on his stomach between your legs, hooking them up and letting them rest on his shoulders with his hands on either backside of your thighs.
It takes a moment for you to remember that he had asked you question, shaking your head you answer him, "N-No, of course not. It’s a fruit from earth."
You gasp when he kisses the plush inside of your thighs, his fangs lightly grazing over your soft skin making you shudder.
"Exactly", he grins from between your thighs, "I’ve never tasted a peach before either. But since the day I found out they exist, I’ve wanted to taste one. I could only ever imagine how they taste, how sweet, so delicious and juicy. That’s why you’re my peach."
And with that, Neteyam lowers his head and completely catches you off guard when he licks a long stripe between your folds. You gasp, fisting the woven mat below you and try to arch your back, away from his tongue, but you’re met with the resistance of Neteyam hands holding you in place.
"N-Not there!", you whine embarrassed, your cheeks flushed a dark red, "Teyam don’t— that’s dirty!"
"S‘not dirty", he slurs before he presses the flat of his tongue against your core again, "Fuck, you taste so sweet."
Neteyam is sloppy, desperate as he buries his face between your thighs and licks long stripes from your entrance to your clit. He’s lapping at that little nub, drooling all over it while he kisses and sucks and it’s too much for you. You can’t help but whine and moan loudly, squeezing your eyes shut because you’re simply embarrassed by the act. Neteyam, your dearest friend, was using his mouth on you– on such a private part of your body.
Meanwhile, he groans as he laps up some of your slickness where it leaks out of you and his eyes roll all the way back into his head from your taste. Neteyam can’t help but grind his hard cock against the ground, desperate to get to his release himself as he eats you out.
If you would just take a second to look at him, you would’ve realized how much he was enjoying this. He was gripping your thighs to keep them apart, clinging to you and wrapping himself up in your body, smothering himself with your legs and your puffy pussy. He doesn’t even want to breathe it seems.
Your thighs quiver in his hold and your hips jerk completely unintentionally, like your body was trying to get him to where it feels best to you. At this, Neteyams tongue slides over your entrance and dips inside, as far as he can reach, and your eyes fly open to look at him. There’s this look on his face, like a predator catching sight of its prey. His eyes are completely focused on you and then his tongue moves to thrust and you almost choke on a sob. "Teyam, s-slow down", you whimper, but he doesn‘t listen. If anything, his pace seemed to increase even more. At one point, one of his hands comes down to rest on your pelvis, pressing just slightly down while his thumb begins to circle your clit again. He suck and kisses and groans against you and it just sounds so obscene to your innocent ears.
"Hm, filthy girl you’re moaning so loud", you hear Neteyam chuckle, kissing your clit hard enough to make your whole body jerk. "It’s okay, peach you’re doing great. Feels good, right?"
"Hmh", you only hum. It’s barely a response, but it seemed like he had successfully sucked your vocal cords and every rational thinking thought out of you. If that was how he had felt a couple of days ago, you were impressed with how composed he was when you helped him out, especially compared to your current state. You were a mess.
"I can tell that you’re close, peach, just let it happen. You’re gonna feel so much better soon, I promise."
Neteyam was more than happy to keep going, enjoying the warmth of your arousal coating his tongue as he continued. You were trembling with pleasure, lightly grinding your cunt against his soft lips as his tongue pushed deep into you, exploring every inch and loving it.
You couldn’t fight it anymore, the way you arched up into his touch, whimpering in response to the way his tongue was thrusting into your pussy, only stopping to kiss your clit eagerly, as he slid his hands up and down the soft of your thighs, gently massaging and kneading your flesh.
It felt heavenly. You couldn’t deny it anymore. It was wrong– so, so wrong, because Neteyam wasn’t supposed to lick and kiss you at such a dirty place, but by Eywa did it feel good.
Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam was still grinding his cock against the floor. He was so on the edge that it was almost painful. You can feel him moan against your spit slicked clit and the vibration only adds further to the stimulation. He can’t believe that the sheer taste of you and the act of eating you out was enough to make him cum to quickly. He bucks his hips against the ground in the same rhythm of the thrusts of his tongue inside you, almost edging himself because he wanted nothing more than to come with you. Together.
Good thing you weren’t far behind him, squirming and arching your back, with you pussy clenching around nothing. When he glances up from between your thighs, he spots tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and that’s when he decides it’s enough. He shifts his arm so he can comfortably slide his middle finger inside you, curling it as if he’s beckoning to you, just right to hit that spongey spot that finally makes you fall apart for him.
"Teyam, Teyam stopstopstopstop", you try to wriggle away, not knowing what’s about to happen and when you finally come, your whole body tenses, choking on your words you suck in a sharp breathe. With his lips secured on your clit, he helps you through it, let’s you ride it out on his digit while his other hand holds you firm on the ground. Neteyam feels how you hold you breathe, feels how your legs tremble and then you gasp, loud and wanton. Immediately, your hands find purchase on top of his head, tugging on his braids when he doesn’t stop lapping on the slickness that pools around his knuckles. "C-Can’t", you whimper softly, "Teyam, s-stop, please."
He’s so lost in the taste of your cum, that he didn’t even realize he just came himself. It’s only when your legs begin to twitch in overstimulation and when the sticky mess smearing between his cock and his loincloth becomes too uncomfortable, that he finally withdraws from between your legs to sit up on his heels.
In all of the years Neteyam has known you, he’s pretty sure he’s never seen you this beautiful before. Your chest sinks and heaves in big pants, face flushed and your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Your lips are slightly parted and your eyes half lidded and he can’t help but lay down right on top of you, with his waist comfortably between your spread legs. Neteyam rests his face on top of your chest and relishes in the comforting sound of your rapid heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
Pressing a tender kiss to the space between your breasts, he then tilts his head to look up at you, "How are you feeling, peach? Better?"
"M‘good. So good“, you slur, smiling at him weakly, "thank you…"
"No need to thank me, pretty girl", he chuckles, pressing his face against the soft swell of your chest just a little tighter. "But promise me you’re going to say something, next time you feel strange. Just tell me, no one else, okay? Otherwise I can’t help you feel better."
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majornaxxx · 7 months
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Avatar boys watching you Sunbathe ☀️🌊🔞
ღ Jake, Neteyam and Lo'ak x Metkayina Reader, Aonung x Omaticaya Sully reader. (READER IS ONLY A SULLY IN AONUNGS PART)
ღ Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI🔞🔞, boys peeping without reader knowing, perverted little fucks, VERY naked reader
ღ A/n I haven't written in ages, and I'm so nervous to even post this 😭 I have plans for the account and I hope you enjoy! Writing pointers are appreciated! I got a bit lazy-
ღ Tewng- Loincloth
ღ Uturu- sanctuary
ღ Marui- Metkayina living spaces
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Jake Sully
Jake didn't mean to peep. He only meant to go on a walk, clearing his thoughts after the long aggravating day he had endured. A failed hunt had left him tired and sore with nothing to show for it. Ronal patched his cuts and wounds, and after thanking her he snuck away from his duties, just for a bit.
Jake groaned, smoothing his hair back as he lamented over the day. He was annoyed. A breaking branch stopped him in his tracks, ears flicking against his head. Nobody was really supposed to be out here right now.. and it was far enough away from the village. He dropped down and began to look for the source of the noise, hearing yet another and peeking his head into a clearing.
Instead of finding anything threatening, he found you. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly. You, looking so pretty perched up on a cluster of rocks, head thrown back, clothing beside you. Your tail swayed slightly as the sun warmed you up, a smile on your face. Jake was taken aback, expecting anything but this.
He was especially taken aback by the way his cock throbbed at the sight of you. Pretty and strong thighs on full display, the absence of your tewng making his mouth water. Your pretty tits were on full display without your annoying (but beautiful) necklaces to cover them up , and it took everything in him not to let his mouth water.
He willed himself to stay calm as to remain undetected. You suddenly shifted, turning around and laying on your stomach, your ass directly towards him. Jake could almost imagine grabbing those thighs and running his tongue up your pussy. He bet that was pretty too.
"Fuck.. He sighed as he undid his own tewng, his length slapping against his stomach embarrassingly loudly. He hissed, looking up at you to see if you noticed. You hadn't, being so lost in your relaxation. Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked down at his aching cock and wrapped a hand around it. He needed a release after the day he had.
Neteyam
Neteyam called your name as he walked the far parts of the beach, a harpoon slung over his shoulder with leather straps. You hadn't shown up for your shared hunting lesson today and he thought he'd go looking at where you liked to be alone. Out on the beach as a no go, as he didn't see you, so he began to look around in confusion. Where the hell could you be? The harpoon hit the sand with a clunk as he dropped it in defeat. No hunting lesson today.
He picked a couple shells out of the sand and rinsed them in the water, trying to occupy his time before he had to head back and find something to do. What a shame, Neteyam was looking forward to the lesson. Just as the boy turned to head back he caught the sound of humming. The sound was quiet and sweet, and it was coming from behind a giant rock.
Setting the harpoon back down, he began to creep towards the rock, climbing atop it and peeking over. The sight shocked him and he gasped, quickly covering his mouth and ducking down. After a moment, peeking once again. There you were, his hunting teacher, about ten feet away.
Top laying on the sand already, you were busy untying your tewng so you could lay down, eyes half lidded as you hummed the tune that had brought him over in the first place. His eyes widened as he watched you turn, the last of your layers dropping and your ass entirely exposed to him. "Eywa, save me.." He choked, his tail swaying behind him and his own tewng becoming suddenly too tight.
You were beautiful.. Your whole body exposed in the sun and glistening from the water you must have been in recently. His breath was caught in his throat, eyes wide, snagging his bottom lip in his teeth gently. He shouldn't be seeing this.. face burning red, he began to back up and flushed harder at the sight of how obvious his boner was. No way could he look you in the eye now, not after this.
But he couldn't help but peek again.
Lo'ak
Lo'ak couldn't find you anywhere. Asking Neteyam or Kiri got him nowhere, and Tuk wasn't any help either. As he hurried around across the sand he held a basket of fruit under his arms. They were your favorite, and he'd gone out of his way to pick a few.
Your Marui was empty, you weren't in the village seemingly at all. The boys ears pricked with a sudden sense of nervousness. Were you alright? Where had you gone? Then he suddenly remembered one place you went to feed the animals. A secluded place that not many Na'vi went due to the amount of rocks.
Lo'ak made his way over, setting the basket down nearby and peeking over the rocks and leaves that blocked his view. He called your name out quietly. No response. He crept in farther, stepping carefully as to not step on any sharp rocks.
Then he saw you. Standing on top of a large smooth rock, you were dropping your Tewng next to you on the ground. Your plush tits were on full display as you stood in the sun, smiling and turning to grab something. He gasped as you bent over, your pussy in full view for a millisecond.
He ducked out of view, panting, eyes wide. He was hard, painfully hard. He didn't know if he should bring you your fruit or just, leave. He slowly peeked out again, watching you sit down and begin to warm up in the sun.
He didn't have to leave.. But oh, this was wrong. You were his best friend, he shouldn't do this. Yet, all the same, he slipped his hand into his clothing and began to palm his cock, your name slipping from his lips in a quiet whimper.
Aonung
Aonung knew something was extremely wrong with him.
He walked down the beaches, his tail swishing behind him as he scowled, obviously in deep thought. He wanted his mind on something else, anything else. The thoughts he was having consumed his everyday and he hated it.
Ever since the Sully's had come to their village everything had been messed up. He had to teach their demon children, let them live among them. All of them gravely pissed him off.
Especially you.
He couldn't get you off his mind. Ever since you came seeking uturu you plagued every waking thought of his. He thought of you when he ate, when he hunted, when he swam, right before he slept. Even now, you were all he could think about. He huffed and kicked at the sand, becoming startled at the figure he spotted in the distance.
His eyes widened when he realized who it was. It was you. The very person who had been running his brain for the past weeks. There you were, basking in the sun. Naked. Completely bare with the light shining on your skin. He ducked into a spot where he wouldn't be seen and, oh, Eywa.
Your body was completely on display for him to see. His tail swished in excitement as he eyes at your long torso, plush breasts, long beautiful legs. Your thighs..
He spotted your clothing beside you. With a start he realized your tewng was gone too. The very thought made him realize how stiff his cock had gotten. He bit his lip, groaning in embarrassment as the thoughts grew overwhelming in his head. Aonung watched as you shifted, turning over so he got a view of your ass and by Eywa he wished he could see even more of you.
His hand grazed the top of his hard on before he pulled his hand back. He couldn't.. he shouldn't. Especially not to a sully. But he wasn't thinking with his head, and instead took his cock in his hands and began to slowly stroke it, a groan leaving his throat. He could deal with his feelings of shame later.
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ohworm-writes · 6 months
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Just thinking about veteran and or retired neighbor Price right now *sighs dreamily while twirling my hair*
Like, okay - imagine having a house next door to Price situated in a small, cozy village up somewhere in Northern England, surrounded by nothing but green, grassy plains and dense forests with a stream that runs through the small village. I see him living somewhere cozy... quiet. Away from the loud, noisy environments that he'd been so used to, finding somewhere calm to settle down.
I see him having a pet. Maybe a lazy dog or a farm cat, something that'll follow him around and take a nap with him after a long day, either laid across his body or beside him. But, at the same time, maybe he'd like a pet that has a bit of energy - you can take a man out of the military, but you can't take the military out of a man. He still has so many traits and habits he's picked up from the military, and if you know anything about older, retired men, it's that they always need something to do and busy themselves with.
RANDOM THOUGHT but I feel like he wouldn't retire unless Laswell grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and forced him out of the military, likely for his own good. If it were up to him, he'd stay in the fight until he died, so I'd think that him getting close to it was what pushed for the decision to be made for him to retire - maybe he was injured to an extent that it wouldn't be smart for him to keep going or something of the like - I could totally see him with an amputation of sorts (like, twinning with Alex lol).
I think he'd like to keep to himself for as much as he could. I don't see him as one of those super friendly, "oh, let me help you with that" type of neighbors unless the situation is right, or, rather, unless he's called upon for help. Like, he's grumpy and stoic, but only until somebody comes to him asking "hey, sorry to bother, but can you help me with something" and he'd soften up - begrudgingly, it seems, but, really, he's happy to offer some assistance. It makes him feel useful.
God, imagine moving in next door to him and struggling to unload your car of all the boxes and things that are haphazardly packed inside of it, and him walking out of his house, seeing the way that you're struggling, and letting out a heavy sigh - just like "welp, suppose I know how I'm spendin' my mornin' now" and coming over to offer his assistance, a little awkward at first, but that quickly melts away as he settles into comfortable conversation with you.
*slamming fist against the table repetitively* BRINGING HIM FOOD OR TREATS AS A MEANS OF THANKING HIM FOR HIS HELP! A little reusable container held between your hands, to your chest, walking over to his place and knocking on the door, outstretching it towards him and being like "thank you - for your help... I wanted to show my appreciation, you know? so, I made you this" and giving the container to him.
AND WHO IS HE TO SAY NO??? (He tries, believe me, but that sweet, eager look on your face, wordlessly begging for him to take it... he can't deny you). AND HIM RETURNING TO YOUR PLACE A FEW DAYS LATER WITH THE CONTAINER IN HAND, BEING ALL GREATFUL AND STUFF. God, someone let him be real, pleaseee.
Becoming comfortable neighbors with him, spending rainy afternoons over at his house, or, in contrast, him at yours, sat on the front porch with a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate in hand, gossiping about some of the neighbors that live within the houses along the street, the both of you sharing your own life stories here and there, him divulging about his time in the military without shame.
Okay, I know a lot of people like to think that he wouldn't ever share or talk about it, but I can't see that. It's not like he's ashamed of his time - he's proud of the work he did, if anything, and it's all behind him now, so why should he be shy to share about the things he did? Of course, I don't think he'd go into gruesome detail about it or share about everything he's seen, but he'd totally be like "yeah, I've been all over the world - did a few OPs in X, Y and Z countries, took down terrorists, et cetera" and answer any questions with pride.
Him totally being The Man™ who you can go to if you need help with anything. Need help with a leaky sink? Give him a few minutes and he'll be over with a toolbox. Want to do an oil change on your car but have no clue where to start? Don't worry, he's got an oil pan, jack and a few rags around somewhere, he's sure - he'll be over in a few. Want some simple, good ol' company? He's outside the door already.
He'd be more than happy to give you a tour of the village if you ask, pointing out which neighbors to trust and which to be wary of, telling you about his favorite pub that's posed all the way on the far side of the town, but he promises you that the food, drinks and atmosphere are like nothing else. Walking with you down the stone pathways, footsteps clacking against them, taking in the sights with you and answering every question you may have, or, simply settling into a comfortable silence with you. At peace. Comfortable.
I'm so *laying on my bed on my stomach and kicking my feet slowly in the air behind me* I need him.
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cozymoko · 11 months
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What are some cute moment between sasuke and darling when they arnt on bad terms?also keep up the good work !
SWEET MOMENTS WITH YAN. SASUKE
Note: Thank you!
Pairing: Yandere! Sasuke x gender neutral! reader
Format: Headcanons, 2nd person
WARNING(S): slight yandere themes
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🍙 During his lengthy endeavors, you very rarely escape his thoughts. SASUKE has no need for little trinkets to remind him of his journeys but he thinks you might. Thus he spends a hefty amount on souvenirs just for you. The giddy expression on your face, when he gifts you a poorly wrapped necklace or tiny model of some sort turns him a very deep shade of pink.
🍙 SASUKE doesn’t often accompany you in many actions that isn't a peaceful walk around the village; well unless you ask him to. But when he does it's the most serene thing. Whether it be his fingers loosely intertwined with yours or an arm gently resting on your shoulders, he’s always holding you. It's honestly for his own pleasure but he swears it's so you don’t get lost. Pfft, who’s he kidding?
🍙 Truthfully a good listener. You could be rambling about God knows what for what seems to be hours on end, and SASUKE would listen all the same. And believe it or not, get actually gives good advice. He may be a stoic man, although he might be able to pull some sentiments out of his ass for your sake.
🍙 You may think he’s uninterested but it’s quite the opposite; he’s practically hanging onto every word. If you find yourself lost in thought, pondering your partners' interest, Sasuke will bring you right back. “You’re distracted.” He murmurs, gazing intently into your dazed orbs. “What’s caused your thoughts to drift?”
🍙 It's something he picked up from his late brother, but it remains one of his softer actions. When you do or say something dumb, SASUKE will flick you on the forehead. It's neither extremely light nor rough; it's just enough for you to cover his forehead and even shoot him a scowl. You’ll let him have it, it’s not every day you get to see him smile too peacefully.
🍙 On his few lazy days, THE UCHIHA can occasionally be found “sleeping in” (only for you). He’d nip and kiss your neck with no intentions of going any further. Your laughter is music to his ears; so merry and carefree. Try not to be too surprised when you finally see yourself in the mirror, red bruises sprinkled all across your neckline. Sasuke didn’t intend on seducing you, however, marking you wasn’t out of the question!
🍙 However that doesn’t mean his disfavored qualities have escaped him. Every night SASUKE will not fail to hold you close, possessively so, as he watches you slowly nod off to your fatigue. Times like these are always his favorite. Just being able to bask in your warmth and have you all to himself is like a dream come true. He won't allow anyone else to savor this image, not even in death.
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crisiscutie · 2 months
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Darling and Sephiroth cockwarming after a long day of dealing with the kids? 😣
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This Fluffy Sephiroth or "Fluffy" Sephiroth? 🤔 I will make this Fluffy boi. Yandere version here. Enjoy this scenario~.
Content Warning: NSFW. Some angst.
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Exhausted from your maternal duties, you almost collapsed onto the bed, but you managed to steady yourself, avoiding any discomfort for yourself or the little one inside of you. You love your triplet boys. You really do. But sometimes you wanna just throw them into a chest and ship them off to the promised land... or whatever that is. Not too long after your arrival, the bedroom door slammed open, making the poor hinges creak for dear life. You couldn't help but smirk briefly, knowing that the only other person who could make such a grand entrance in your household, aside from your son Loz, was his dear father.
Sephiroth took a moment to calm himself before slowly closing the door, mentally adding yet another item to the growing list of house repairs. Afterward, he untangled his disheveled high ponytail, allowing his flowing silver mane to cascade down his back. Finally, he approached the bed and motioned for your pillow. You smiled, lifting your head from your pillow as you allowed him to remove it and fluff it up for you. Even when he's on his last nerve, he's still so thoughtful and sweet to you. He then joined you on the bed, his throbbing cock pressing against your eager entrance, covered by your silky panties.
You pulled your panties aside, granting him access. You two have been waiting all day to fuck, but one distraction came after another. But now, the moment was here. A low grunt escaped his lips as he slowly entered, your wet cunt stretching around his cock. He held you close, with one hand supporting your breasts and the other tenderly cradling your pregnant belly.
"Are you sure this next one is only a single?" he asked playfully.
"We must trust the midwives, my love," you retorted.
"No one can be sure of everything. I hope Angealica can handle the boys right now..."
"Of course she is. She's our firstborn, and already mastered the art of keeping the boys in check when we're not around!" You couldn't see it, but you know he's got a big smile on his face. You let out a pleasurable sigh as he lazily thrusts, savoring the sensation of his thick cock being massaged by your walls.
"So, what do you think it will be?" You asked, your gaze fixed on the sunset over the fields from the bedroom window. In the distance, you could see the village that your family frequently visits. Sephiroth slightly narrowed his eyes and his hand began to slowly rub your pregnant belly. It's almost as if he was listening or communicating with something. After a short while of silence, you said his name, wondering if he heard your question or if he zoned out.
"...It will be a girl." He blurted out. You raised an eyebrow and laughed.
"Are you just saying that because you don't want more boys?"
"No. I'm certain," he said, his slit eyes darting off to the bedroom window, watching the sunset like you.
"If you say so. What name should we pick for her, then?"
"Lucrecia..."
"Hmmmm," you mumbled. The name had a nice ring to it, although it seemed oddly specific to suggest at a time like this. You want to ask him where he got it from, though you're sure that he had already endured a relentless barrage of questions from Yazoo, so you'd leave it be for now. "I like that name... How about Lulu for a nickname? Or Lucy?" His cock twitched inside you as his normally lazy thrust had a bit more vigour to it this time. "I'll take that as a yes," you huffed out, as he quietly chuckled. The two of you relaxed in silence for a short while after that, now watching the moon overtake the skies while wild chocobos wandered through the fields. But the silence shattered as a thought entered your mind.
"Our tenth anniversary is coming up, you know, and it's incredible to think about how far we've come. From being SOLDIERS to building a beautiful family away from Shinra, it's truly remarkable. He would be proud." Sephiroth's vast white wing sprouted from his back, it enveloped both of you, his grip tightening ever so slightly.
"I..." his velvety voice trailed off. One of his fingers gently traced the intricate engravings on your mako-encrusted wedding band. He had crafted it for you years ago, just before the arrival of your firstborn.
"-was so scared of losing you, like how I lost my mother. That's why I wanted to give this to you as a parting gift," he whispered, his voice trembling. Your eyes grew heavy as the realization washed over you. No wonder he had seemed so mournful when Angealica's birth was approaching. Without warning, he thrusted once more, eliciting a sharp yelp from you as his cock hit your cervix. He then nuzzled into your neck and whispered a quiet apology, his tears cascading onto you. In that moment, you clasped your hands over his, affirming your unwavering support for him. It was only natural that a fear like that still lurked in his heart, but it was undeniable that he had become a better man throughout it all.
"Don't worry," you reassured. He lifted his head from your neck. "If I didn't leave you then, I won't leave you now. For good luck, why don't we renew our vows? It'd be a celebration of the people we became, our rebirth. Fate did its damndest to keep us apart, but we couldn't be stopped." He stayed silent, allowing your words to sink in. A moment later, he spoke up.
"So be it," he said. You had to stop yourself from yelping in delight at his response. Despite the lingering doubt within Sephiroth, he was comforted by knowing you would help him navigate through it.
"So much to plan~! What should we get the boys to wear? I wonder if the village boutique sells maternity wedding dresses-"
"I admire your eagerness, love," Sephiroth said, his voice slightly trembling. "But maybe we should save the planning for another time. It's been a long day," he suggested, his words carrying a hint of nervousness.
You pouted playfully, yet you also nodded in agreement. Both of you slouched, and closed your eyes, eagerly anticipating the new day that lay ahead. Your fantasy with him will finally be etched in stone, and nothing will rip it apart.
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I think "My Silver Lining" is a perfect song showing the growth and tenacity of Fluffy Sephy and his darling's bond. 💜
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historiaxvanserra · 2 months
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Yes, I do understand that feeling, friend. 2. Would love to hear your headcanons about what being Tamlin's mate would be like!
Dark Bloom | Tamlin's Mate headcanons
I'm so sorry anon that this has been sitting in my drafts for maybe about 6 months! This is super long, not very well written and totally unedited but I've been thinking about Tamlin a lot recently! so consider this the product of my brainrot! I think
I might make this into something that is actually proper prose and not just my random incoherent thoughts at some point! I really want to add some more!
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In my mind Tamlin meets his mate when he's at his lowest. I guess sometime after acosf. The Spring Court is still more or less in ruins.
He's sent everyone away, all the staff and courtiers have gone, sent back to their own estates in the country or to their villages.
Tamlin is in complete isolation, he spends his days locked away in his apartments wallowing in self-loathing and anger and without a productive way to channel all of that anger he spirals further.
Eris Vanserra, newly made High Lord of Autumn seeks to make alliances with Tamlin but having received no response for some times Eris decides to take matters into his own hands and visits the Spring Court with one of his most trusted advisers to help Tamlin rebuild his court.
At first Tamlin is incredibly hostile, much too prideful to ask for help and much too ashamed at what he has become.
For that reason the first few months working with Tamlin are difficult, he's uncooperative and disinterested. He had once been a boy; foolhardy and blindly optimistic, both unprepared for the role of High Lord and terrified of becoming like his own father.
After the way he treated Feyre, too blinded by his own trauma to recognise his abusive behaviour, he didn't trust himself to be around anyone.
Your High Lord sends you to The Spring Court to act as his emissary there and to oversee the re-building of the court.
Those first few weeks are hard. Tamlin remains for the most part in a very dark place. He spends his days locked away in his private chambers, with the shades drawn and no one permitted to enter.
He spends his nights walking the grounds alone. What he does no one is truly sure but you see him some nights when sleep does not find you, pacing the rose gardens or sitting near the fountain, looking at the sky.
Some nights he reads long into the night until the first golden slivers of sunlight bleed across the sky. Other nights the gentle lilt of his music drifts through the solemn silence of the Manor.
At some point Tamlin reenters court life;
He rises with the first of the shadowed sunlight and works long into the night. Only finding rest when the moon begins to sink into the horizon.
In those few hours he gives himself leave to dream again; at first he is plagued with dreams of his lost love, and in his dreams it is his fathers face he sees staring back at him.
But before long it is your face that he sees when he drifts into that velvet abyss.
Your laugh that blooms like roses in his chest. Its a slow manifesting ache at first. A strange pull between his body and yours.
Tamlin suspects that it might be the beginnings of the mating bond; he reverts to the male he was in those first few months after you came to his court-- to the male that had been more beast than man.
But he can't escape you-- every thought, every minute, every day-- it always leads back to you.
He finds himself seeking you out, promising that he won't get too close. That he will love you from afar. That way he can never hurt you.
Even if it physically pains him. Even if he feels like his beating heart is being torn from his chest.
The rest of the season he spends by your side, riding horses through the meadows and lounging in orchards, surrounded by the sweet smelling fruits and blooming wildflowers.
He realises he's in love with you on one of those lazy afternoons; you're saturated in the leonine yellow light of the sun and he thinks that you might be the closest thing to a goddess that he will ever get.
The sharpness in his chest bursts and goes taut and you smile at him and then all he knows is love.
Still, he doesn't make any move to express his feelings for fear of your rejection. He doesn't know that he would survive it a second time.
Months pass and his waking moment is devoted to his court and to you. His days are spent attending court duties but his afternoons and his nights are yours.
Calamnai comes round once again and the thought of being with anyone but you makes him physically ill.
But he is High Lord and he had obligations to his lands and his people. He failed them once before and he will not fail them again.
He makes plans to complete the Rite, hopes that you might return to your home court for the night.
But the night comes and you're there, dressed in a rose coloured dress, so gossamer thin that he swears he can see the outline of your thighs when the lantern light soaks you in the golden glow.
And then there is the matter of your scent -- fucking hell.
He's a man starved; aching and feral and when you meet him in the grove there's nought he can do but surrender himself to the carnal instincts that live within him.
It's a feral and desperate union; aching and tender yet savage. All teeth and claws as you come together
The feverish heat of his breath as he trails wet kisses down the column of your throat. The drag of his teeth over the pulse point.
He sinks into you with a growl so deep and fervent that it feels like a prayer of devotion as it hits your ears.
Tamlin fucks into you at a savage pace that speaks of his aching need to have you in all the ways that you might allow and, if come morning, you wish to be rid of him, he will have memorised the sweet sounds he draws from you like the melody of an old song.
To comfort him in his loneliness.
But as dawn breaks you're still pressed against him whispering words of devotion into his skin as you're wreathed in the first light.
Another gasp tears through your and Tamlin feels the bond in his chest tighten and contract.
Your heart flutters wildly in your chest and he prepares for the worst.
That is until you take his head in your hands and card your delicate fingers through his unbound hair and whisper, so gently against his bitten lips, 'my mate'
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itsthislake · 8 months
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Shen Yuan transmigrated as a Spirit Cat AU
Shen Yuan had only just finished processing the fact that he had reincarnated-slash-transmigrated at all after his death, never mind into a cat’s body, when he was forced to confront the equally insane reality that was this new world that he had ended up in.
A place that resembled ancient China, but where people didn’t bat an eye at seeing someone literally flying on a sword. A place where cultivation and immortality were very much real and attainable. A Xianxia world, basically. Like the setting for Proud Immortal Demon’s Way, the novel he had literally died cursing.
Shen Yuan had read enough novels in his life to, upon concluding this was in fact real and not just a very vivid hallucination, make the safe choice to send a very quick but genuinely heartfelt prayer to whatever deities were listening that he hadn’t somehow transmigrated into the world of Proud Immortal Demon’s Way.
God, he really hoped this wasn’t Proud Immortal Demon’s Way.
Anyway.
Getting used to being a cat after a lifetime of opposable thumbs and no tail wasn’t as hard as he imagined it’d be. His body seemed to know how to move even if he didn’t, and the new instincts and different senses were easy enough to get used to.
The hardest aspect of his new life was actually finding food, given how a vast majority of the people from the small village he’d woken up in seemed perfectly happy to ignore or even chase him out no matter how cute he acted. The rest were all small children, who at best could give him some sweets, and the two old ladies that lived a little up the hill and occasionally confused him for their own cat, Baobao.
So, naturally, he had taken to stealing from the bastards that annoyed him the most as a form of payback. They should’ve thought twice before throwing rocks at him if they didn’t want their food stolen. Shen Yuan had gotten pretty good at sneaking in and avoiding traps out of sheer pettiness in recent times.
…Perhaps he had gotten a little too good, actually.
Really, why else would the village chief decide to call for help catching him? Also! How could he have known they’d call a whole-ass cultivator to deal with him?! Wasn’t he just a normal (if smarter than average) cat?! Why were these people calling cultivators to deal with their day-to-day problems?! Wasn’t that just lazy?! Wasn’t it overkill?! What’s up with that?!
Shen Yuan hissed and attempted to scratch the hand that had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and held him up in the air. The owner of the hand, a cultivator with a truly beautiful face, stared back at him utterly unimpressed.
“Stop that,” the cultivator said.
Shen Yuan hissed at him, but ultimately stopped struggling. He had given a good fight, even managing to scratch the man in the face before he was caught (something he was very proud of, despite the cultivator healing it with his qi almost immediately) but even he knew when to call it quits. He would just have to wait for the man to lower his guard before trying to escape again.
The cultivator huffed, then turned around to inform the village chief of his capture. Shen Yuan sullenly endured the whole song and dance, hissing at any bastard that looked too smug on the way. It was only as they were walking out of the village that the cultivator lifted Shen Yuan up to eye level and stared.
“How did a creature like you even end up in this place?” he suddenly asked, eyes narrowed with a level of suspicion that was, frankly, uncalled for. “Your kind isn’t from this area.”
What kind! What creature! He was just a normal cat! Shen Yuan had seen plenty of them around the village, had gotten into fights with old strays for some food more than once. He had convinced little Baobao to not attack him on sight even!
“I’m taking you back to my sect. Will you attack me if I try to hold you properly?”
Yes, Shen Yuan meowled viciously.
As if he understood anything, the cultivator nodded once and unsheathed his sword. Then he stood on it and took up flight holy fucking shit—
Shen Yuan made an alarmed sound, holding on for dear life the moment the cultivator moved him close to his chest. He sunk his claws deep on the silver robes, not wanting to find out if cats truly had nine lives in this world or if he’d survive a fall this high, and glared viciously at the man.
The cultivator had the gall to look amused.
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The moment they landed, Shen Yuan wasted no time jumping away. Unfortunately, the man’s reflexes were faster than him and he managed to catch Shen Yuan before his paws could even graze the ground.
Shen Yuan meowled pitifully, turning big sad eyes that had occasionally gotten him free food in his direction. He even heard a number of young kids in the background stop and coo at him.
The man, apparently heartless, only raised an eyebrow.
Shen Yuan sighed and resigned himself to his fate for the foreseeable future. Settling down on the man’s arms (they were unexpectedly comfortable and warm, okay?), he watched idly as people hurried about, barely stopping to bow in the cultivator’s direction and glance curiously at Shen Yuan before continuing on their ways.
Eventually they reached what was definitely some kind of doctor’s office and the cultivator barged in like he owned the place. Shen Yuan could’ve believed that, if it weren’t for the real owner of the office looking up sharply from behind the cluttered desk at their entrance.
“Liu-shixiong!” The poor doctor looked genuinely startled, understandably so, as he reflexively stood up. He hadn’t even seemed to notice Shen Yuan yet. “How may this shidi help you?”
In response, the cultivator —Liu?— shifted Shen Yuan in his arm so he was more visible while still keeping a tight hold on him. Not like there was anywhere for him to run, mind you, seeing as all entrances to the office were firmly shut.
The doctor blinked and adjusted his glasses, peering closely at Shen Yuan.
“Is… that a Colored Claw Spirit Cat?” the doctor asked slowly, and for some reason he looked just as baffled as Shen Yuan abruptly felt.
Excuse me? I’m a what now?
“En,” the cultivator confirmed. “I found him terrorizing a village near Huan Hua Palace. With Lan Qingyi in seclusion, I thought you could give him a check-up.”
‘Terrorizing’ was too strong a word for what he’d been doing, in Shen Yuan’s honest opinion. He was only trying to eat! It was everyone else that overreacted to his presence! Also, Huan Hua Palace? Why did that sound familiar? Did he hear of it somewhere in the village?
“Hmm. I agree that Lan-shijie would be best for this. I don’t think anyone else at her peak has even seen a Colored Claw Spirit Cat in person before, given how rare they are,” the doctor agreed, rummaging through drawers for this and that. “Alright. Set him on the table, please. This shidi will see what he can do.”
“He’ll attack you,” the cultivator warned as he gently set him down on the table, one arm posed to catch him were he to try and get away. Shen Yuan stared at him deadpan. Again, there was nowhere for him to run unless someone were to open the door for him.
The doctor settled a couple of items down on the table next to him and smiled wearily at the cultivator.
“Ah, how much does shixiong know about Spirit Cats?”
“I know they have the capacity to cultivate a human form, as well as achieve immortality. Though it’s extremely rare.”
Shen Yuan… had not known any of that. In fact, up until a couple minutes ago, he was convinced he was just a normal cat. It’s not like he had any other frame of reference to work with here. All the little kids at the village called him a cat and rural villages from Xianxia worlds were hardly overflowing with mirrors. He couldn’t have possibly known if there was anything special about his appearance that gave him away as not-a-normal-cat.
But this… wasn’t this kind of cool actually? He could become an immortal master! And get back his human form! And have opposable thumbs again! God, did he miss those.
Unaware of Shen Yuan’s growing excitement, the doctor nodded at the cultivator’s words.
“Shixiong is correct. Furthermore, Spirit Cats tend to have a level of sentience on par with humans long before acquiring a human form themselves. One can usually tell their age just by how much they’re able to understand, since even young ones are somewhat intelligent. This one certainly seems to understand us just fine. Isn’t that right, esteemed spirit?”
Not expecting to be addressed so suddenly, or at all, Shen Yuan gave the doctor a somewhat startled meow, tail twitching.
“See? This one must be a teenager on the cusp of adulthood. His growth phase must not be long now.”
Growth phase? Shen Yuan wondered, then filed it away for later thought, alongside all that information about Spirit Cats.
The cultivator grunted, eyeing Shen Yuan for a moment before finally stepping back, seemingly deciding that Shen Yuan wasn’t about to run for the hills if he let down his guard. Shen Yuan, no longer worried about acting out of character for a normal cat, pointedly rolled his eyes at him.
An odd noise drew his gaze back to the doctor, who quickly schooled his expression back to a mask of pleasant neutrality.
“Esteemed spirit, this Mu Qingfang will examine you now and narrate what he is doing. Would that be acceptable?”
Shen Yuan meowed an affirmation, something about that sentence tickling at the back of his mind, and the doctor finally got started.
It was only a moment later that the realization hit him in full.
Mu Qingfang, a healer. ‘Liu-shixiong,’ who flew them all the way here and up a mountain. Even the off-handed mention of goddamn Huan Hua Palace.
Oh fuck.
He’s inside of Proud Immortal Demon’s Way.
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Next Chapter.
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fraudkuna · 7 months
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your phone buzzes on the couch. 
you barely spare it a glance before picking it up, fingers habitually swiping across to answer. your other hand flips through the book you were reading languidly, something about interior design. the images of couches and lamps does little to draw your attention, but your mind remains barely focused on the call when you say a lazy, “hello?”
"hey." getou says on the other end.
you almost drop the book in shock.
"getou?" you switch your phone to your dominant hand, leaning into the screen. "getou? you, why are you calling? i mean, how are you calling? i mean, where are you? tell me where you are and i'll come see you—"
he has the audacity to laugh through the phone. "i have a surprise for you."
last time getou surprised you, he had massacred an entire village and some. panic makes your blood run still and you freeze in your chair. "you're... coming back?"
"i said surprise, not miracle."
it's almost funny. you almost laugh. almost. instead, you swear at him. "fuck getou, where are you? i've been trying to find you, we all have! listen, you know i don't give a shit if you're a murderer just, let me see you? please?"
getou chuckles again, he takes his sweet time doing so. "sorry, you're just so easy to tease. i'm not coming back, i've found my place already and i'm not leaving it a second time."
hurt makes your heart ache. his voice was so soft, so at peace that you believe he was right. in his own, twisted way, he was right.
"okay." you mumble instead, drowning out your rebellious thoughts with spoken word. "okay. then, why did you call?"
"i told you, didn't i? i have a surprise."
"is it a good one?"
"what do you consider good?"
"not murdering a small town's worth of people." you say.
"then you'll like this." he continues onwards despite your targeted words. "because there's no killing people this time around. i found gojo hanging around shibuya."
"uh." your eyes sweep to the clock hanging in your dorm. it reads early afternoon.
you hadn't seen gojo all school day, but then again, that was the typical nowadays. yaga had gained the habit of flinging him out into mission after mission following getou's disappearance, whilst you yourself remained at the academy. you could only watch as he was wretched further and further away.
these day, it wasn't an understatement to say the pair of you barely talked.
still, you understood gojo well enough to know that he'd typically walk the streets of busy cities after each mission's success, letting the bustling atmosphere overwhelm his brain and muddle his thoughts.
"okay? fork in kitchen?" after another thought, you stand from your chair. "wait, you're with gojo? the two of you? together? and you're still alive?"
"not together, i'm watching him from a distance. you didn't tell me he ditched the glasses for a blindfold. i think he looked better wearing the conventional eyewear."
there is so much wrong with his sentences that it takes a few seconds for you to conjure up a response. "first of all, gojo didn't abandon his sunglasses. second of all, how would i let you know? you, you changed phone numbers! i couldn't contact you even if i tried! and i did! so much!"
getou winces at your loud volume. "okay, my bad. but i'm telling you, gojo is walking around shibuya with a blindfold on. and he seems taller now."
"are you sure that's gojo?"
a pause. "do you know another white haired sorcerer who'd walk into an otaku cafe without hesitation?"
"mei mei." you answer. "if the otaku cafe paid enough."
"i think i know what mei mei looks like to confidently say i am not stalking after her right now."
"if you were, i think people would call the cops on you."
"they'd realise this would be the least of my crimes." he laughs into the phone but stops after you don't join him. "too soon?"
"never again." you mutter, then wince. "should i, should i come meet you?"
this time, it's his turn to fall silent. then, softly, "yeah."
"okay." you nod at nothing, fumbling to grab your dorm keys on the way out. it doesn't matter though, because you forget to lock the door as you run out of your room. "okay, okay. i'm coming right now, okay? don't move please?"
again, getou laughs. "i'm not going anywhere this time."
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getou has lied to you many times before. he would say things like, "i didn't eat your icecream!" or "i wasn't the one that drew that on your report" or even "i won't leave you" with a smile on his face. you'd eat up every word that left his mouth even if you noticed his grin would never reach his eyes. it was like a circus act, one clear, obvious lie and one desperate acceptance. it was dramatic irony and it was pitiful.
getou leans against the railing in the middle of shibuya.
he didn't lie this time.
"getou!" your legs hurry you over to him. though he turns his head and looks at you, something you once believed would be enough to settle the void in your heart, you realise it simply wasn't. you throw your arms around his neck and bury your nose into his shoulder. "oh my god."
he smells a little different, perhaps he changed cologne along with changing his moral compass, but with a little imagination and effort, he almost smells like your getou, the one you knew.
his arms snake around your back and he holds you close. "hey. i missed you." he says into your hair.
you choke. "then you, you should have let me come with you."
he pulls back first and doesn't reply. anger and something else makes you grasp at the fabric of his sleeve but he eases himself out of your grasp. "i saw gojo over there."
sniffling, you look in the direction of his finger. "huh?"
"we're here to see gojo, remember?"
no, he was here to see gojo. you were here to see him. regardless, you squint your eyes and survey the packed streets. "i don't see him."
getou leans in, voice closer to your ears. his finger sweeps the crowd before pausing on a very familiar figure.
yeah, that was definitely gojo.
"wow, you're right. he is wearing a blindfold."
"you didn't know about this?"
"he and i, uh, haven't really been talking."
getou just hums. "what is he doing?"
"did he, did he get a new phone?" you wonder, observing the sleek shiny device in his hands. you watch as gojo lifts the device up in the air, an universal gesture for getting signal. it seems to bear no fruit and he slumps down, pocketing the phone.
"that's what you're focused on? look at him! he's so much taller now!"
"i hear boys get their growth spurt around that age."
getou looks down at you. "i haven't yet."
you make a face, finding it difficult to look at him. "um, look! he's moving. should we tail him?"
"are you kidding, of course we should."
he grabs your hand and you jolt at the contact before he drags you into the crowds. people bump into you from all sides but getou guides you through.
"he's entering a library." getou tells you because you're too short to peer from above. "i didn't know gojo could read."
you snort, then apologise to the stranger you ran into. "of course he can. he's still a student after all.”
"barely. what's he doing going into a library though?"
"maybe he picked up reading?"
you both laugh at the ridiculous idea.
soon, the two of you find yourselves at the steps of the library. tall windows surround the building on all four sides, perfect for peering into its contents. getou ducks behind the bushes that ran around the library's exterior, pulling you down into a crouch beside him.
he glances over at you before reaching around, pulling you flushed up against his side. you look up with a start, warmth heating up your cheeks as stray strands of his hair tickles your face.
"look, he's actually picking out a book."
you spin around and refocus.
"time travel and its consequences." narrowing your eyes, you state the title. "that's what he's reading? isn't that too hefty for a starting point?"
getou jerks his head towards the door. "let's get a closer look."
you hiss, yanking your interconnected hand back down. "he'll see us!"
"then we can just confront him head on."
you stare at him like he'd just told you he killed another small village on the outskirts of japan. "do you have a death wish? is this what this is all about?"
"i still have things i want to do so no, this isn't a death wish."
"right." you say, disbelieving. "that's what i thought. but what other reason could you have to see gojo again? if you tell me you miss him i will stab you."
his voice turns low. "of course i miss him. i miss everyone at the academy."
his confession leaves you temporarily stunned. "you don't get to say that after you left us."
"i didn't have a choice." he finally says, and the fake smile he's been wearing this whole day melts away. there's that scary look in his eyes, the one you've never seen before up until the moment he left.
"you had a choice. you could have chosen to not leave us."
pain twists getou's features into something ugly. "it wasn't that simple."
"no? then explain it to me using baby terms. i'm sure i'll get it then."
he says your name like it might stop you. it doesn't.
“getou.”
he sighs and lets go of your hand, using it to pinch the brim of his nose. "i don't owe you an explanation."
heat rushes to your face once more, but it isn't overflowing love that surges through you. "are you serious? i'm your friend, isn't that enough?" then, quietly, when he doesn't reply. "i am, right?"
getou looks at you and whatever he sees breaks his heart. his eyes fall from yours, staring instead at your shoes. "i've never once considered you anything but."
"me too." you rush to grab onto his hesitance. "even now, i still think you're my friend. that sounded bad, i mean, no matter what. you'll always be my friend no matter what you choose to do."
when he looks up, he isn't as defeated as he sounds. there's a resolve that lines his eyes and hardens his gaze.
you've lost him, really and truly.
"getou—"
"getou?"
shock renders your body useless as gojo peeks around the bush. he looms over the two of you, the height of his hair making you peer upwards, bending your neck all the way back to hold him in one single frame. most notably, black fabric covers the top half of his face in place of a pair of glasses, and you suddenly miss seeing the weird blueness of his eyes.
"i didn't think i'd see little you today." he says. 
getou's eye twitches. "little?"
"he's from the future." you deduce, remembering the book gojo had picked out earlier. "it's okay, i think you're pretty tall already."
gojo’s eyes falls on you. “you’re also shorter.”
“yeah? well, you grew up into a creep.”
“you wouldn’t say that if you knew what you look like in the future.” 
“what? what do you mean? hey, don’t ignore me, answer my question!” you reach forward and grab onto gojo’s collar, hoping to shake an answer out of him when his lips remain sealed. 
“what about me?”
you look back at getou. 
“huh?” 
“what do i look like in the future?”
no one says anything. 
you place a delicate hand over your mouth at the silence. 
it doesn’t look like gojo will answer, so getou drops the topic, shoving his hands into his pockets. “how long are you here for?”
“i don’t know.”
“how are you here?” 
“a curse’s technique.” 
getou looks at him sideways. "is this all you're going to say to me?" 
gojo thinks for a second. “want to stop by an arcade whilst i’m still here?”
the idea appeals to you so you nod. you look over at getou and he shrugs too. “sure.”
“alright.”
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the hazy atmosphere of the arcade embraces you in nostalgia. the slot machines lining the left wall, the neon lights blinking from the dance dance revolution device, the aggravated scream from losers and the cheers from winners, that was you once. 
you don’t visit the arcade that much anymore. 
gojo slides himself into one of those first person shooter games and jerks his head to signal getou into the opposing seat. 
“you can’t beat me at psychological warfare so at least try and beat me at this.”
disbelief scrunches getou's face. "i always beat you in psychological warfare." 
“what do you think?” gojo asks you. “who will you side with?” 
you look between them, caught in the middle. with a sigh, you walk to stand behind getou’s seat. your fingers grip his shoulders to give him a massage. “don’t let me down.” you threaten. 
he nods, solemn. “understood.” 
of course, things never go in the direction you wish. your failures pile up one by one as the three of you rotate around game after game. you receive no wins, none of them, but with every attempt, gojo’s shoulders raise higher and higher in pride. 
you stand behind a ping pong arcade machine. 
“addicted to losing?” gojo taunts. 
“my parents didn’t raise a quitter.” 
“sometimes it’s better to cut your losses before they happen, you know.” 
you ignore his smug words and hit start. 
gojo starts and he slams his paddle into the moving object, momentum shooting it across the board in under a second. your eyes catch the movement, instincts jerking your hand to the right to block the incoming attempt.
getou leans over your shoulder to watch. “to your left.” he says, and you obey. the ball enters your goal from the right. 
he laughs nervously as you glare at him. “my bad.” 
“you shouldn’t take advice from someone who still hasn’t won against me once.” gojo says.
“show off.” you mutter, receiving the pong as it slides to your half of the table. 
“im just giving you an example on how you can be better.” 
getou watches as you lose again. frustration narrows your eyes and tenses your shoulders in a way he thinks is endearing. a smile would look better on your face, though. so he clears his throat. “am i dead in the future, gojo?” 
gojo’s paddle shakes, narrowly missing the pong by millimeters. “you—” it slams against the back of the goal slot and breaks in two. 
“i won!” you scream. your hands fly up in the air in a physical cheer, palms out to receive a high-five from getou. when the sense of victory fades, your arms droop down to your side. 
getou catches them, a grin on his face. “yay!”
“yay.” you repeat, sparing gojo a glance. uncertainty shakes your voice. 
“that’s playing dirty.” he says.
“what are you going to do about it?”
a fierce grin cuts across his face. “round two.” 
round two never comes because the three of you are effectively kicked out of the arcade, something about ‘breaking the pong’ being ‘disastrous’ and their behaviour ‘was scaring away customers’. instead, you all settle for dropping by the nearest convenience store and buying icecream. 
gojo hands getou the red one but the other boy only shakes his head. “i like the purple one now.” 
it’s an easy switch so you take the red icepole from gojo’s hand and trade it for the purple one you had taken. 
gojo opens his blue one wordlessly. 
“so, when are you going back?” you ask him. 
“the technique should run out in 24 hours.” 
you check your watch. “it’s only been five and a bit hours, you still have ages to go.” 
“no, i’ve been here since yesterday evening.” 
“oh.” 
getou kicks a rock on the ground and it flies uncontrollably from the tip of his shoe. “today was nice.” 
“yeah.” gojo says with a grin and he offers out his popsicle. you lightly tap yours against his and wait for getou to do the same.
a pause, and then getou's smiling too. he holds out his icepole. "no hard feelings?"
gojo bumps his against it. "so many."
his expression falls, eye locked with something behind you. 
you turn. 
gojo, your gojo, stands isolated amongst workers returning from their nine to five jobs. there’s a bag hanging off his arm and your eyes notice the brand belongs to getou’s favourite bakery just down the road from here. the bag slides down his sleeve as he stands there. 
time for round two, you think.
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Hello, Amira! Hope you are okay 🫶🏻 Since you opened your requests again, I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to see you give life to my ideas hahaha.
Here it goes: Lucerys survives the attack in the end of episode 10. Luke is found unconscious at the sea by a commoner reader and she takes care of him. She doesn’t know he is a prince, until he tells her. Luke stays in her house until he is healed, which makes them grow close to eachother and eventually fall in love. But one day, he decides it’s time for him to return to his family and duties. Reader respects his decision, but she can’t help but feel sad at his departure. Years later, when Lucerys is 19 and has already become Lord of Driftmark, he comes back for her and makes a proposition: for her to join him and be his Lady of The Tides.
Sorry if it’s too long.
*ೃ༄ 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒. .ೃ࿐
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★ amira speaks! : Ju, I literally love all of your requests !! They always motivate me and keep me eager to write ahh 💕💕 Hope you enjoy this sweet love, and it was what you expected !! — summary : request. — word count : 11.0k (longest so far!)
— pairing : lord!lucerys velaryon x commoner!reader — genre : fluff.
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Thin trails of dark crimson leisurely blended into the transparency of the continously moving tides, coming from all the visible open wounds from the body of the unconscious young Prince. From the skies was heard a wailing sound, accompanied by the faint sounds of a flapping motion. It came from a small flying beast; a wounded dragon.
More especifically, it was the wounded Prince’s dragon; being as harmed as his rider was. The current of the vast sea delicately carried his body along the sea waves, the brightly shining sunrays hitting against his face, and reflecting upon the tides.
His body was carried to the coast of a small village, leaving it there, remaining unconscious. A rather tranquil one, where only the faint squeak of seagulls and the waves clashing against the rocks in the sand was heard. And you happened to be taking a scroll on the coast.
It was a hobby of yours, to peacefully walk around the coast to invade yourself only with your thoughts, and carry your basket hanging loose from your arm moving along the rhythm of your steps, using it to collect conchshells and precious rocks you found. The traces you left on the sand were all rapidly washed away by the waves reaching the coast, but not that you focused on such thing.
From afar as you continued with your quiet stroll, you noticed the body of a young boy thrown across the coast. He seemed unconscious, as the waves continued to hit against his already wet body. Being concerned for a strange young man abruptly appearing at the coast of your village, you quickened your footsteps, practically running, and decided to approach the boy.
Reaching his body, your body fell to the ground on it’s knee with a soft, smooth movement. You dropped the basket by your side, and decided to tenderly take hold of his head, placing it on your lap as you scanned his face dedicately. He was badly injured; his face was bleeding with several scars, and other bleeding wounds across his arms, legs, and chest, which were visible as parts of his clothing had been ripped.
But he was still alive. You noticed his chest very faintly rising and descending. “Hello? Can you hear me?” you inquired, beginning to softlt shake his body to bring him into reality. The bright sunrays that hit on his face seemed to highlight his features, and he was rather adorable.
With a slow motion of frowning eyebrows, his eyes became a little bit more tightly shut as he regained consciousness. His body felt like a heavy burden, his injuries were a sharp pain, and his head was aching and throbbing. A little groan rolled from his lips, opening his eyes. His eyes were narrowed, adjusting his blurry visions to the sight and the bright skies. With a lazy movement, he moved his sight to stare into your eyes. He was placed on your lap.
Even if his sight was blurried and dizzy, he could tell you were a rather beautiful girl, with delicate features. “What happened? Are you alright?” you continued to question, with small hope that the boy could enlighten you with some information. His lips were partly open, mumbling whispered nonsense before he formed something coherent. Or slightly coherent, at least.
“Arrax, I need him...” was all he managed to respond with a raspy tone. His head on your lap became heavier, as his eyes fluttered shut once again and fell back into being unconscious on your lap. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his answer, but were more than determined to take good care of the young, enigmatic boy.
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Lucerys fluttered his eyes open. It felt as if he had been sleeping for hours, but much worse. His head continued to frustrate him with a discomforting headache, and a body that shivered with slight cold and pain.
But, as he opened his eyes very softly, he noticed he had been taken inside a small, cozy chamber. Lucerys laid on a comfortable bed, and his body was covered with two long furry blankets up to his neck that kept him warm. Seven Hells, even his clothing had been changed into another one. It seemed that someone had changed him into night clothing.
As Luke shifted on his place trying to take notion of where he had been taken, a small whine rolled from his lips from the pain of his afflicting headache; but that was merely all he felt, as he noticed the rest of his wounds were patched, and even had got some bandage for the worst injuries around his arms and legs.
“Ah! It seem you are already awake.” lucerys turned his head to where the tenderly-sounding femenine voice came from, being yours. You sat by his side on a wooden chair, with a large book being placed on your lap, offering him a warming smile. “How are you feeling? I just had some herbal tea prepared for you when you for when you woke up.”
Standing from your seat, you quickly took hold of the little pot where you kept boiling water, pouring it inside a small cup that contained a teabag full of healing herbs you collected from around your village. Cautiously, you walked up to him, approaching him the tea. “Drink this, it contains healing herbs. They will help you heal your wounds better.” lucerys took hold of the cup you extended to him, flashing you a sheepishly weak grin.
“T-Thank you.” he muttered weakly, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip from it. Not that it tasted like the best excellency of teas, but for some strange motive not even himself could understand, he wholeheartedly trusted your words regarding the way they would make him feel better. “M-My head still aches heavily, as well as my body...” lucerys explained, with his hazel eyes dreamily gazing into your own. “May I ask, who are you?”
His question never had the idea to sound impolite to you, and of course, you understood the reason why he would inquire for your name. “My name is (y/n). I found you unconscious on the coast terribly injured, so with some help I took you inside my home, and took care of your wounds.” you answered, offering him a kind smile that made his heart shyly flutter. “May I know yours? Do you remember what happened to you?”
“I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon.” your eyes widened, having been completely unaware that you hosted and took care of a Prince, who was none other than Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’s son as far as you knew. Of course, you were going to be as respectful and careful as you could with him, but such fact had made you feel off. Not in a bad way, thought, rather pleasantly surprised.
His gaze wandered around your bedroom, trying to recall what had happened before he woke up in your bed. Lucerys was well aware he had been in Storm’s End, running away from his uncle Aemond, but not what happened after that. Softly, he flinched his gaze in pain. Any memory he tried to have, worsened his headache.
“I... Can’t remember, m-my Lady. I remember being on Storm’s End, but not what happened.” you had a brief idea about House Baratheon and Storm’s End, pressuming he must have been there for political alliances, or anything related. Swiftly he passed his tongue through his lips, before speaking up rather weakly again. “Have you seen a small dragon around, the moment you found me, m-my Lady?”
Of course, Luke knew you surely had never seen a dragon in person, perhaps had a bit of knowledge about them, and especially would know any less if he had mentioned the name Arrax. You had read about Targaryens and their dragons, but you were clueless about whether or not there was a dragon flying around the moment you had found him unconscious. Lucerys had been your top priority, and still was, but the young future Lord was more than notoriously preoccupied for the wellbeing his dragon companion.
“I apologise, my Prince, I-I do not recall having seen a dragon,” you explained anxiously, and rather timidly. “I... Was truly concerned for your wellbeing. But perhaps if you give me a description of the dragon, I may be able to stay aware?” a little grin formed at the corner of his lips at your proposal. He nodded.
“That would be very much apprecuated, my Lady. Arrax is a small dragon, pearly coloured and with amber eyes.” you took mental note of the dragon’s description, kindly giving him a single nod with your head.
“Understood, my Prince. You should rest, for now. Do you need anything else?” as you walked towards the door to leave, you gave him one last look. It was nearly impossible to take your eyes off of him, he had such beautiful features and an adorable little expression despite being in pain. Unbeknownst to you, he felt slightly flustered of sharing the same opinion you had on him, but with you.
Slightly, he shook his head. “No, my Lady, thank you.” politely you kept your smile towards him, nodding as you swiftly opened the door and, as you had began to leave, he called back for you. “Wait, (y/n)!” his voice was still a bit quiet, but enough for you to hear him. Especially in your room, where there was nobody but the two of you. “Yes, my Prince?” you asked back.
There were a few moments of silence in between the two of you that felt like everlong. You kindly awaited for him, noticing he struggled to say what he had to say before you left him to rest in your bed. Not because he was embarrassed of it, or disliked the idea of what he had to tell you, but strangely enough... His heart had little butterflies flapping their wings at the mere sight of you. His cheeks turned crimson, as he licked his lips rapidly and discreetly.
“I don’t think I could ever thank you enougn, or possibly repay your kindkess, my Lady. I owe you my life.” he mumbled, timidly.
Your own cheeks mimicked his, as some slight chuckles spurred from your lips delightfully. Oh, he charmed you right away with that sweet nature of his; very humble, and delicate. “Don’t, my Prince. You have nothing to thank me for.” you whispered back, looking into his hazel eyes. They stared at you lovestruck, like a little lost puppy mesmerised.
“Call for me whenever you need me.” curtsying down to him as you stood by the door of your quarters, you then quickly left and softly closed the door behind of you. Fortunately, he couldn’t see you as you had closed the door, but you had stood there for a few long minutes, gushing over how preciously adoring he was with you already. But you knew, it couldn’t be. Not yet, and most obviously, not ever.
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The course of several moons had passed. Prince Lucerys had remained with you and agreed to stay with you until he had fully healed from all the injuries caused at Storm’s End provoked, as he told you, by none other than one of his uncles.
Over the course of the passing time, you bonded better than you could have ever bonded with anyone else. Even if he had slight difficulty walking, Luke often offered himself to help you cooking for the two of you, even if you had to guide him through the way and occasionally he accidentally burned food - but you shared nice evenings together. You spoke of your lives, your cultures, the thoughts in common you had, you taught him about how healing with plants and herbs worked; Seven Hells, he even helped you bond with his dragon Arrax as soon as the young dragon returned in search for his owner, overcoming your fear for the large beasts, and having the sweetest relationship with Arrax just like you had with Lucerys.
There was something about the way he was so ever gentle and delicate with you that swooped you right off your feet, for example when he took you to walk around the gardens of your home and offered you his arm for you to take, and how he cuddled with you whenever you felt too cold and he was warm. Or, when he gifted you a pretty flower that bloomed in your gardens, and silently stared at you in awe of your grace.
The young Prince was simply a delight you couldn’t resist. As much as you felt off admiting it, you were head over heels for Lucerys. And he felt the same towards you.
His dragon laid on the sand of the same beach where you had found his rider. Both of your backs were laying against the dragon’s body, resting silently and caressing delicately his pearly scales. The brightly shining sun was slowly disappearing into the sky, leaving across the mixed tints of vivid orange and some faint shades of pink. The bright light hit your faces, but you enjoyed the peaceful moment you spent with the Prince, listening to the splashing sounds of the ocean waves hitting against the rocks and shells of the shore.
“It’s delightful, is it not?” he spoke, in a cooing tone, making you crane your head towards him as you snapped out of your thoughts. His own smile made your lips quiver into a similar grin as well. “It is, Luke. I often come reading or doing patchwork here at this hour, because no one can bother me.” you had the luck of being able to call him by his nickname. And, he for sure did enjoy hearing the way your tongue rolled off his name so smoothly. The young Prince often spend nights with the way your voice said his name echoing on his mind.
A hint of concern was on his expression as you responded to his question. Luke had been quieter than he usually was around you, and there was a certain atmosphere on tension with him. Maybe even nervous, but you hadn’t asked, so you weren’t entirely certain of his causes for concern, and behaving in such strange way. Furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head to your side ever so slightly, you decided you should ask. “Are you alright, Luke?” you spoke, muttering nearly. “I have noticed you seem... Nervous? Concerned, perhaps?”
His fingers fidgeted, resting his hand on his lap as both of you laid against Arrax, whom rested. No one had to see him, knowing how commoners were even if you were hosting no other than a Targaryen Prince himself, but luckily for you it was rare for someone else to wander around the beach at such hour. A soft sigh escaped from his lips, lingering his sight rather reluctanctly on the ground, not being able to manage staring into your eyes. “It’s just...” a brief moment of silence was awkwardly growing, “But I am nearly fully healed, (y/n). I believe it would be best to return home and continue preparing myself to inherit Driftmark. I wouldn’t wish for mother to be preoccupied, or saddened as well.”
In a way, hearing those words come from him, felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water to you. It felt as if the atmosphere and the world surrounding you faded away, stopping it’s natural course. A deeply, harrowing sensation burdened you on your chest, as you had grown tenderly close to the Velaryon Prince. “I see.” was all you simply responded, a bit bitterly.
You knew the day would come. The day where he would have to return back to his family, amidst the war. You had mentally prepared yourself for it, but you were not ready to let go of him just yet. Though, you understood. You never wished to be selfish, and being on his mother’s position, you pressumed she must have been dealing with a great deal of anguish about her son’s probable death on Storm’s End. “I know, Luke, don’t worry.” one of your hands shyly went to take his own, squeezing it rather lightly to offer him some comfort. His hazel eyes were fixed on your own, a bit dumbfounded at the feeling of your warm, velvety skin when you held hands simply to reassure him.
“You should await for a few days until you’re fully healed, though. In the meantime, we could prepare for your departure so you can return back home safely.” despite being weary of being the next heir of Driftmark, Lucerys knew what duties he had to fulfill, and not that he could forever escape from them, either way.
Much like you, the young Prince felt a rather uncomfortable pressure tightening his chest, as well as a small knot that formed on his throat noticing your clear disappointment. He wished he could spend more time with you and cling to you like a lost little puppy, rather than just a few days that would obviously be spent being miserable and with a gloomy atmosphere, knowing that soon he’d return back to Dragonstone.
But, deep inside, Luke had already promised to himself that he would not just leave your side forever. He had to be with you, no matter how long he’d have to wait until he was almost fully an adult. It would be a few years, but either way... He would find his way back to you.
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Several years had passed since the young Prince, Lucerys Velaryon, had been taken into your care when you had found his unconscious body being dragged by the seawaves to the beach shore.
The memory of your last day together still bitterly lingered. You could still feel the warmth from his body, and how tightly he had pressed your body against his own in your last embrace as if it had been just yesterday. The way his green eyes shone whether the sun, or the moon reflected their light upon them. Every inch of his beauteous features, you remembered them vividly. The Prince had promised he would return to you, and occasionally visit you; and even if you were keen in trusting his word, a deep part of you felt as if it was clinging to hopeless fantasy.
You could even remember crying your eyes out for the entirety of the day, not long after you stood in the beach for a few minutes, observing Arrax fly away, until you could no longer see them, and their presences vanished away amidst the clouds. The next days after his departure, you could not stop thinking about him for a single moment. The days felt grey and a burden to you, but you knew you would have to carry on.
It was something so temporary, you doubted whether taking care of him was a blessing or a curse. In one way, a blessing because you had never felt so deeply enamoured by a boy, and more joyful in your life. And a curse, on the other side, because you would have to live knowing it was simply something brief; not knowing if you would have the chance to feel his warmth against you ever again, or even, if he remembered you.
Quietly maneuvering the needles in your hands, you worked on some patchwork. You sat in a wooden chair outside your home, right at the door, allowing the cool windy breeze smoothly sway strands of your hair, delicately hitting against your face. As silent and peaceful as it was, the atmosphere remained with a lonely aura. The same lonely, empty aura remained ever since Lucerys left. While your eyes attentively lingered on the patchwork you sewed, you kept thinking about the Prince.
Abruptly, as if a sudden impulse inside of you forced your actions, your gaze moved upwards towards the sky. The bright light blue colour was leisurely fading away as the sun vanished, leaving place for rich orange tones and light pink shades to be smeared all over the sight, with the sunrays reflecting down onto the seawaves.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you noticed from afar a slightly large figure... flying? It seemed as if a large beast flew above the sea, fluttering it’s wings intensely. The closer the flying beast approached the seashore, the better you could notice it was a dragon being ridden by someone towards you. But it wasn’t any dragon — which was already rare enough to see for you —, but rather, it was none other than Arrax himself.
Blinking several times, your heart began violently pounding against your chest. Could it be, or could it be just the anguish taking a toll on your body, to the point it made you see things that were never there? But no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself you were simply imagining things in the span of a few minutes, the more vivid the sight of Arrax with Lucerys on top of him became.
Lucerys was just like you remembered, and it seemed his baby face remained with him. His green eyes were as bright and vivid as ever, with delightful dark, messy curls that had grown larger than last time you had seen him. Though, despite his baby face still living with him, it was notorious he had grown up into a handsome, young man.
Standing from your chair, practically tossing the patchwork aside, the dragon landed on the ground. A wave of dusty sand was spurred into the air as the dragon landed; Arrax had grown up along his rider. And the young Prince — now Lord — was notoriously more than eager to meet you after a long time, having missed that precious face of yours he so adored.
Whilst you ran towards them, Lucerys got off of Arraxes’ back. “Luke!” you shouted, as some giggles escaped from your lips. Your wide, toothy grin couldn’t help but br contagious to Lucerys, as he vastly opened his arms to receive an embrace from you. Without a doubt, rather than giving him am embrace, you threw your entire body on top of him, having Lucerys catch you in the air, as he giggled along you.
Both of you nearly stumbled to the ground as your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, and your legs around his waist. Discreetly, you buried your head in the crook of his neck, iinhaling his sweet boyish scent that never failed to bring you a comforting sensation.
“Oh, how have I missed you, Lucerys.” being spinned around playfully and leisurely in the place by Luke, you simply allowed your body to relax in his presence. All the gloom you had once felt, was abruptly vanished from the ambience the second you fell into his arms again. It felt as if you had been given life again. “I was afraid I would not see you again.” you confessed a bit mindlessly, as if the words escaped from your lips subconsciously.
Slowly, your feet went back to being placed on the ground, releasing a soft huff when you released him from your tight embrace. Either way, Lucerys felt as if he could never stop a single second from touching you, as one of hia gloved hands was placed on your waist, and the other one tenderly cupped your cheek adoringly. Gods, he craved to touch you. After many years, it was nearly like a dream to have you in front of him again, so lively and sweet as always.
“But I kept my promise, have I not?” he teased, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner. “You have, yes. Lucky you’re different than most boys.” a small chuckle escaped from his lips, making his eyes twinkle in the process. And your eyes amorously gawked upon his features, as if you could melt from love right at that moment.
“You remained the same as always. You have no idea how badly I missed you.” at the last words, his voice dropped very slightly, tilting his head to his side discreetly to tenderly appreciate you. You had grown up as well into a proper, ravishing woman. “I have so many things to tell you, from the moment after I left. But now, I came in a bit of a hurry, you might say.”
At his words, your eyebrows were raised with curiousity, attentively awaiting to hear whatever thing he had to say. “Hurry?” you inquired, “Is something the matter?” immediatly, Lucerys shook his head. “Nothing too serious, but rather, important.” his eyes lingered timidly the ground for a few seconds, as the hand that cupped your cheek descended to your own hand, delicately holding it. A faint rosy tint began forming on his cheeks.
“I’ve finally become Lord of Driftmark, as I have come to age.” he began explaining, nibbling his lower lip briefly, in a discreet manner. As his sight was raised to stare at you, his heart nervously beat against his chest noticing your kind stare fixed on him. “And... Mother has been looking to betroth me to someone who could be... m-my future Lady of the Tides.” some stutter escaped from him rather sheepishly, having to force yourself to hold back a smile.
Though, your heart, much like his own, as well was beating rather rapidly expectantly. “And, at that time, I could not help b-but... Think of... you.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, partly beginning to open your lips to respond. It was a shock, but it was rather a pleasant shock — he could not be serious, you felt as if you actually misheard him. “You have taken such care of me, that you have no idea how comforting that was when I was far from my own home,” he briefly continued speaking, a bit stumbling around his words shyly. “You’ve been more than sweet, and gentle with me. You truly have no idea how badly I missed the way you played with my hair, the way you laugh, stared at me when we talked...”
His gaze was never setting anywhere else, it simply wandered on the ground anxiously, feeling as exposed as he could ever be from expressing his true feelings. The previous faint rosy tint became in a notorious crimson colour, smeared all over his face. “I-I missed your warmth, I missed everything about you, b-but... Of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to—”
Unexpectedly, one of your hands cupped his cheek while the other pulled the collar of his clothing to bring him closer to you, and tiptoeing, you tilted your head to a side to press your lips against his own, kissing him rather freeingly. His lips were plushy enough for you to nibble on, if you wished. You could savour his sweetness, and the feeling of remaining with your lips locked together increased with every second that passed.
His green eyes had widened in surprise, initially, but then, his eyes began leisurely fluttering shut, melting into your own taste as his arms were wrapped around your waist, firmly holding you against him. An overwhelming feeling of excitement tightened his chest, feeling a small curve form upwards on the corner of his lips in between the kiss.
Though you had to pull for air, you remained close enough for your lips to be merely inches away, grasping against one another tenderly. The slight panting that came from both of you hit against your skins, desiring to remain that way and keep kissing for the entirety of the day, if you could. “You could never make me feel uncomfortable, Lucerys.” you whispered, smiling against his lips.
“Take me with you, my Lord.”
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susililys · 6 months
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MY SHIKATEMA FANFIC RECS MASTERLIST PART 2
Continuation of my ShikaTema Fanfic Masterlist, click here for Part 1 or Part 3 :
Blank Period / Dating / Shinobi Union CONT.
The Way You Are by: pieceofmind22 ONESHOT Cute Shikamaru defending his girlfriend from unnecessary comments.
Indulgence by: dinosaurspice M | ONESHOT Shikamaru and Temari see each other again after Naruto and Hinata's wedding, good smut.
First Kiss by: silverkunai ONESHOT Cute fluffy blank period first kiss.
double the trouble by: tentendeservedbetter M | ONESHOT Includes InoSai, Shikamaru relucatancly agrees to help Ino with her relationship with Sai by going on a doubledate. Really sweet fic.
summer sweets by: eeveleon DRABBLE Sweet fluffy ShikaTema on a lunch break in the early stages of their relationship with an indirect kiss.
midnight missions by: eeveleon ONESHOT Super cute, ShikaTema on a mission, where Shikamaru chooses to save Temari over completing the mission.
All Caught Up in the Mood by: Meticulous_Melodies M | ONESHOT Smut after the NaruHina wedding gift misunderstanding.
All the Right Moves Meticulous_Melodies M | ONESHOT Temari ends up having to stay with Shikamaru's place due to no other accomdations available, smut after confessions.
Kiss Kiss (Fall in Love) by: Laisaxrem ONESHOT Shared Kiss for different ships, first chapter is ShikaTema and it's really sweet.
The Ruin of Us by: CinderRoses M | COMPLETE Friends to lovers smut, first person, literally amazing. No words.
Jealousy by: narutostuff101 ONESHOT This is such a cute little fic, loved it!
Oh? You don't know who Shiho is? by: ArmchairAnthropologist ONESHOT Fics like this are always fun, sorry Shiho!
Blank Period / Proposals / Engaged / Married
A Long, Troublesome Way to the Altar by: penandpad0613 INCOMPLETE I am a true sucker for fics where ShikaTema have to go through the political struggles in order to get married, especially since those issues were only slightly mentioned in Gaara Hiden and in Boruto filler.
A Business Proposal by: silverkunai ONESHOT Gaara helps convince the Suna council regarding Shikamaru and Temari's marriage.
Epiphany by: mississippimudpiecraves ONESHOT Shikamaru being forced to have a Bachelor party, honestly one of my favorites.
Uninhibited by: Sylversmith ONESHOT This was so funny and sweet, loved every minute of it, drunk Shikamaru antics not recognizing his wife, but being loyal af.
extraordinary love by: chaosnojutsu ONESHOT Always end up coming back to this fic, ShikaTema having to convince the Suna council to get married.
Gaara's Help by: drowninglinguists ONESHOT Temari disscusing her emotions with Gaara before the wedding.
Who she is… by: pieceofmind22 ONESHOT Short and fluffy. Shikamaru's feelings regarding marrying Temari.
If I May Propose by: SpicedGold COMPLETE Different ways Shikamaru could have proposed, they are all super cute! I've been placing my favorite fics from this writer, especially from the Nara Family series throughout.
our hearts beat as one by thecivilunrest ONESHOT Shikamaru proposes to Temari in true lazy fashion, and Temari makes the decision to leave her village.
A Future Together by: thegizka ONESHOT ShikaTema breaking the news of their engagement to Gaara and Kankuro.
Midnight (& Day Off Mini) by: yoursuccubusnightmare M | ONESHOT Newly wed smut.
Love, Marriage and Other Disasters by: Dunesya INCOMPLETE Shikamaru wants to get married, Temari deals with insecurities and issues leading up. So good!
The Request by: BrazilianWriter ONESHOT Shikamaru has a conversation with Gaara about proposing to Temari.
Not Yet by: KiaraShell ONESHOT Very sweet proposal fic.
What's in a Title? by: dentsucree ONESHOT Such a cute/funny family interaction.
Five Hundred Game Tiles by: Lady_Otori ONESHOT
Growth by: owlishdelight ONESHOT Fluffy, just married.
Dangerous Territory by: theskywasblue ONESHOT Shikamaru falls into a trap.
New Parents / Post Chapter 700 / BORUTO / Nara Family
The 700th by: glockcourage COMPLETE Short drabbles, Nara family cuteness.
Falling for you (again) by: BrazilianWriter M | COMPLETE Seriously one of the best things I've ever read, another one I read daily for clear skin. Temari wakes up from a coma due to a severe injury on a mission, and wakes up with amnesia. The process of remembering with her loved ones is perfect, I can't stress this enough!
Back in an Hour… by: ShrimpArmy COMPLETE Good married smut in Ino's flower shop.
The Best Laid Plans by: SpicedGold ONESHOT A group in Suna is not happy about Temari's marriage to Shikamaru, and decide to kidnap Shikamaru/Shikadai and Temari isn't having any of it, loved this!
Endangered Pasts by: Tjwr INCOMPLETE Truly amazing, only bad thing about it is that it's not complete. Includes NaruHina. Shikadai and Boruto are sent to the past.
Home: by: SpicedGold ONESHOT It's Temari's birthday and she just needs to find out what Shikamaru's present is! Way too funny and cute! See the rest of the series here: Nara Family Series
According To Plan by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Shikadai gets hurt during training with Temari and what follows is some cute parenting banter with Shikamaru.
The Sacrifices We Make by: greenho4 ONESHOT Shikamaru discusses what Temari gave up to be with him with Shikadai, extremely sweet.
Ten minutes to Midnight by: KiaraShell ONESHOT Cute fic set during Shikadai and Shikamaru's birthday, where Shikamaru is on a mission.
Just Relax by: clumsydragon28 ONESHOT Much needed Nara family vacation.
Crybabies by: KiaraShell ONESHOT Shikadai gets his ears pierced.
9 Months by: Aspire2B COMPLETE Following Temari's pregnancy, the ending with Naruto in the hospital was so funny.
Ino-Shika-Chou by: Aspire2B ONESHOT
To The Next Year by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Loved this so much, Shikamaru and Temari have a phone call on New Years, beautifully sweet marriage banter bliss.
Office Hours by: OstaraNight M | ONESHOT Hot smut, enough said.
Why by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Shikadai asks about how his parents met. Simply adorable.
Nara Family by: SandriBeee COMPLETE Newborn Shikadai and being new parents.
Being Rescued is a Terrible Birthday Present by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Cute, mostly Shikadai's feelings.
family functions by: eeveleon ONESHOT Sand/Nara family cuteness at the beach.
Can't Reach by: Dunesya ONESHOT Shikamaru calls Gaara and Kankuro to take care of a pregnant Temari while he is on a mission.
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pynkgothicka · 6 months
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Always Forever MYG
Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Min Yoongi x Frankenstein! AFAB! Reader
Featuring - Sarah Paulson (HELP THE KILLER IS ESCAPING HELP ME)
Tags and Warnings - death, sex, yandere tendencies, grotesque descriptions, gaslighting
Authors Note - this counts as my Halloween fic since I be lazy, but I promise to write more! First I'll finish the monster series then the reqs! Then I'll write what I wanna write yada yada probably do a non bts series or fic
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality.This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
He needed something, anything.
Staring at he conglomerate of body parts he stole from previously dead people of the outskirts of the village he found himself by.
Yoongi shook his head as he looked at the body parts. He wanted to focus on the task at hand, even if it was considered testing death itself.
He was meticulous, finding different shades of her skin tone to fit his new creation. All to top it off was her head.
The head of his dead wife, you.
He looked at it, running his finger down it's cheek. It was cold, too cold. He missed seeing you alive, having any ounce of warmth from your body. It was such a loss when he had to take and cut off your rotten body parts. He wanted you to be perfect.
Yoongi planted a kiss on the top of your severed head, a stray tear going down his face. “I'll get you back my love, I need you back.”
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You blinked, seeing as you were covered in a sheet. Taking a deep breath you breathed in the scent of fresh linen. A shadow came over you, peering at your covered body. Your head was uncovered as you looked into a man's face. Blonde hair and dark eyes that sparkled once seeing you.
His hand trembled as he ran his shaking thumb on the side of your face. “Y- You're alive… you… you're beautiful.” His lips came to the top of your head, as he kissed it. You tried to speak but all that came out was a small squeak.
But the man found this amusing. “It seems like you forgot everything… Seems as if I didn't have my science all down.” He adds smiling. He held your hand helping you to move off the lab table. You almost immediately fall, the man taking your arm and holding you up. “Don't fall now come on let's get you to the wheel chair.”
He placed you down gently, running his hand over your stitches. He pulled at a few and securing them. “Okay, it's all in place… I'm so happy you're back. Well not all the way back I just have to do some reteaching. Like me, I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi your husband.”
Yoongi made faces to help you pronounce his name correctly. “Y-You. Yoon-gi.” You finally muttered out in which Yoongi smiled and kissed your head.
“See look how easy it is for my brilliant wife to learn. I'm going to reteach it all to you my love…That and so much more…”
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Having to be retaught everything wasn't the most normal feeling. But Yoongi, was more than helpful in making you remember who you were and the basics of living.
Yet he pushed for your captivity within the walls of his mansion. You stay at his feet most of the time while he worked and wrote letters.
He even constantly reminded you of your beauty and how you were the most beautiful girl hes ever seen. It was sweet in your eyes yet you were surrounded by so many depictions of beauty that weren't what you looked like. Different shades and natural movement you've yet to nail down.
But still you wondered about what existed past the mansions walls. Especially the village in the distance. You wondered about the women there and if they looked and aced like you. Your mind was busy and it could be shown on your face.
Snap!
You blinked as Yoongi snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Sorry, I was thinking.” You said quietly looking back towards Yoongi as he read a book.
“Thinking? About what?”
“I don't… look like. The paintings. Or the films.” You were able to piece together to form a sentence. It was degrading yes but true.
“Well who told you that?” Yoongi inquires while raising a brow at you. Gulping at the sternness in his voice, you speak up against him.
“No one told me that. I… I don't look like them. I don't, look like any of the women you've shown me.” You say getting up from your spot besides Yoongi. You look out the window in his study at the town in the far off distance. “I bet the village has-”
Yoongi gets up and grabs your hand gently. He runs his hand down the side of your face and leads you to turn away from the window. “Is that what this is about? Going into town?” He mumbles leaning into your neck. He peppered kisses along a stitch that tickled in particular. You giggled and looked at Yoongi your mind going blank at what you were mad at. “Is that better my love?”
“Mhmm. Yes Yoongi…”
“Good let's continue reading.”
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Of course the thought came back.
The lights and the sounds of joy and fun. It haunts you, the time known as Halloween the same night as tonight. Yet here you were with Yoongi, his body over your own.
His thrusts increased in speed as he pounded into you. It was weird how full he made you feel. But you didn't mind it, you enjoyed it actually. Yoongi wrapped a hand around your stitched throat, pinning you to the bed. You let out a groan as Yoongi filled up your cunt, his cum spilling from inside of you. He pulled out and laid on top of you, peppering more kisses along your face.
“That was amazing…” Yoongi mumbles as he rolls over from on top of you. He wraps a arm around your naked form. You feel his lips against the middle of your neck, and soon the silent breathing known as sleep.
Tonight was the night.
No matter what you were getting out of here.
You hobble out of bed, limping towards the wardrobe. You grabbed a sweater he made for you and a long white skirt. Throwing both of them on you sneak out of the bedroom. You head to the bathroom and wipe your legs, making sure you were clean. You quietly make your way down the stairs to the front door. You look back making sure Yoongi wasn't behind you.
Nothing.
So you kept moving. Walking along the side of the road, dirt and rocks digging into the bottom of your feet. Your limp was soon gone as the pain dulled. It was a long walk and you made it eventually. Finally you see orange light shining on your face.
The village was full of people. Children dressed up as well as adults. Peering into windows you saw fashion portrayed in paintings and jewelry Yoongi only showed you from books of art. You ran a hand down the window but was pulled from it as you felt a touch on your shoulder.
There was a woman, her face framed by brown hair pulled into a bun. Stray hairs fell down her face. She was a tad bit older, but not too old. “Hi, were you looking at the jewelry in there?” She asked smiling. You nodded and she nodded with you giggling. “You don't talk much huh? It's alright, I was asking because I was going to buy it for you.”
Clearing your throat you finally spoke up, “Really?” You exclaimed excitedly. She nodded and pulled you into the shop.
“Choose anything I don't mind.” She says looking at the wall of fancy jewelry. “I have no one to spend it on so why not you…” Finally you choose one silver necklace with a diamond pendant in the center. Your plan was to give it to Yoongi, as a sort of thank you. It would also double as a apology for leaving when you eventually did come back. e woman purchased it and smiled taking you out of the store.
A gush of wind made you shiver and the woman gasped. “You're freezing, come on. I'll give you something to eat and get you warmed up.” You didn't know why but you followed behind the woman as she led you to her small quaint home in the village. You enter and are welcomed by a fireplace.
It was something you never felt nor seen your entire life, even if it was as small as it was. “Go sit by the fire while I go heat up some soup.” The woman says ushering you to go sit by the fire. You do, the warmth making everything feel better. It was bright and brilliant as Yoongi would've said.
You were passed a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It had vegetables and overall smelled delicious. The woman passed you a spoon and draped a blanket over you. Yoongi taught you to how use utensils, so you were familiar as you began to eat. “Good isn't it? I'm Sarah by the way, Sarah Paulson, the towns widow or whatever they want to fucking call me.” Sarah said making you gasp. Her language made you laugh yet also made you amused. Yoongi usually only spoke like that during sex or under his breath.
Was never for you to pay attention to nor recite
“What's a widow?” You ask eating more. Sarah seemed more than happy to have someone to talk too. She sat down on the couch, becoming even more comfortable.
“Well, a widow is someone whose husband or lover has died. It's mainly the villages women trying to make fun of me. But I say hey, if I'm a widow than I'm a widow.” Sarah exclaimed. “What about you? What's your name and slash or title?”
That made you think. You knew your name but what were you. After telling you your name, you went quiet. “I don't think I have a title. Except for what Yoongi calls me.”
“Wait like Min Yoongi? The one that lives in the mansion out of town?” Sarah asks looking at you with a inquisitive eye. You nod slowly and she looks away looking out the window. “Oh you poor thing. You don't even know the half of it do you?”
You shake your head no looking at Sarah. “W-What? You have to tell me.”
“Yoongi he… he stopped coming into town a while ago. He was caught digging up corpses, he went to me as he lost his lover and wanted some common ground with someone who understood him.” Sarah started but you cut her off.
“But, I'm his lover. He told me I was his one and only…” You say frantically.
“He had another, no one saw her though. He kept her in that mansion for fucks sake. He wanted to try and revive my husband, Mr Paulson. But I told him no…” Sarah trailed off and took a look at your neck and arms. She let out a quiet gasp as she moved to sit next to you. She ran a thumb over one of the stitches. “You're her… his creation.”
You furrowed your brows and looked at Sarah with concerned eyes. “I- What? What are you talking about? I'm his love, no I'm not-”
“You're a bunch of body parts… God I'm so sorry… your brain. He must've had to throw out your old one… he kept going at it. He kept running the experiment to revive Mrs Min.” Sarah said bringing you in for a hug. You quickly hugged her back crying into her shoulder. But she pulled away so you could look at her. “He's going to come looking… and I don't want you to get hurt. Yoongi is crazy… and you need to hide.”
A loud set of bangs were heard from her front door. Sarah covered you in the blanket and bent down to whisper. “Lay down and don't move, I'm going to try and save you.” Sarah said and you listened. You trusted her, but you couldn't see Yoongi as a violent man. But finding out all you now knew you couldn't risk it.
You heard the door open and feet moving into the home further. “Where did you put her?” You heard a voice that was similar to Yoongis speak up.
“Put who? Don't tell me you've found a new lover. Did you remarry Mr. Min?” Sarah said, keeping her tone respectful. She kept away from the living room where you laid on the ground.
“Don't play dumb. You are the only one I told about her.” Yoongis voice raised and you heard more steps being took away from you and towards where the first set stopped. You started to slowly move, one limb at a time, to under the couch.
“Well yes, but I didn't even know you succeeded in your experiment. Congratulations on that but you'd trust the people who rat you out about the body snatching?” Sarah came back stepping away and moving in a circle to the front of the couch. “Besides quiet rude entering my house this way, don't you think?”
“Rude my ass, I know she's in here. If there's anything those people want is to get me away from them. So they'll lead me in a direction to where I don't have to talk to them and I'm not going to be mad with them. So that leads to you.” Yoongis voice raised as he stood in front of the couch towering over Sarah. “So I'll ask one final time, where is she?”
“Get out of my ho-”
BANG!
You covered your mouth as the sound of a revolver echoed from within the home. You felt your cheeks grow wet.
“Where are you my love? I'm not mad I promise, it's okay I knew this would happen.” There it was, that sweet voice that was always coated in honey to coax you successfully. You moved from under the couch and let the blanket fall from your head. Yoongis face was covered in Sarah's blood as he gasped pulling you in for a hug. He kissed your head and lips, hands on your cheeks. “I was worried sick!”
“W- I'm… what ju-” You were cut off as you felt the necklace you brought earlier being pulled from your hand.
“Is this for me?” You nodded. “Thank you baby… this is beautiful my love.” He put it on and smiled at you keeping his thumb on your cheek. You kept stuttering though, confused and unaware of what just happened to you. “Shhh, it's okay just stay with me from now on okay? I can keep you safe, forever.” Yoongi said keeping your head faced away from the half bloodied mess that he made of Sarah's head.
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uramakimochi · 7 months
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SISTER, I MET A BOY
Lo'ak x (Metkayina)Reader
Warnings: nothing, just fluff, (choose your spirit sister's name because i was too lazy to make one lol). Translated english, so feel free to correct me.
All my stories are works of my fantasy so i hope i didn't accidentally copy someone else's idea^^
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All the years you'd lived in the Metkayina clan, you'd believed that you would have never been able to find your ideal mate, the one you would have spent the rest of your life with. Yes, there were a lot of very handsome, strong and good-natured guys in your clan, but none of them had ever particularly attracted your attention.
But your life was suddenly turned upside down by the arrival of the Sully family in your village. And among the sons of the notorious Toruk Makto, it was Lo'ak who threw the cupid's arrow in your heart.
When you met, first becoming friends and then later lovers, you immediately understood that Eywa herself had made sure that your destinies crossed. When you were with Lo'ak it felt like the missing puzzle piece of your life had finally been put into place, with him you felt complete.
Lo'ak was a sweet and funny boy. You also understood that he was the type of person who acted before thinking, but you liked the determination he held in in heart and the sense of protection he always had towards the people he cared about.
When he told you, his brothers and your friends how he was rescued by a lone Tulkun, whom you later recognized as Payakan, none of the group listened to him, trying to tell him that he must already felt himself lucky to still be alive from the creature.
You felt a certain tenderness and slight pity towards him, but also a small tinge of disappointment with your friends. You might have expected it from his siblings, but you others, who were Metkayina people and had ties with your Tulkun brothers and sisters yourselves, could understand Lo'ak more than anyone else.
So that day you followed Lo'ak alone to comfort him. And it was at that moment that you both understood that you were made for each other.
Lo'ak would have no longer cared about being teased by Ao'nung and the others, or being scolded by his father and feeling the disappointment of the family. As long as you were with him, Lo'ak needed no one else.
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"Do you think that one day you could let me meet Payakan?"
Hearing those words, Lo'ak turned to look at you, while you lifted your head from his shoulder to look back at him.
His face was confused and almost uncertain.
"You… Would you really want to do that?" he asked you slowly.
You shrugged with a smile.
"Why shouldn't i?"
Lo'ak looked down at the flowing water below you.
"I don't know... Maybe you didn't trust him. Maybe you were afraid of him. I mean, everyone in your clan is afraid of him"
You reached out a hand to take his. Despite the difference in the color or the number of your fingers, in your opinion, there was no sight more beautiful than seeing your fingers lovingly intertwined.
"Lo'ak" you called him softly and he looked back at you. "Payakan chose you and now you are brothers. There is nothing better than this to be proud of. I am proud of you. I believed you, didn't i? Right from the start. And if you say Payakan isn't as bad as everyone thinks, then i trust you"
Lo'ak nodded slowly, feeling his own lips curve slightly upward.
"So i'd like to meet him. But if you or him don't feel ready yet, then it's no problem"
With the other hand you tried to move those two braids that always remained out of the others, bringing them behind his ear. Then you left your hand resting on his cheek.
Lo'ak leaned his face into your palm, rubbing his cheek against it and covering your hand with his.
"I already told Payakan about you" he told you.
You widened your eyelids slightly, while a shy smile spread across your face.
"I hope you said some nice things, at least" you replied and Lo'ak made a mock shocked face.
"Hey! Who did you take me for?" he exclaimed and you laughed. "Anyway, Payakan would be happy to meet you too. Actually, i haven't asked him yet... But i think it won't be a problem for him"
"Then i look forward to it" you said with an excited smile, which Lo'ak returned.
Suddenly the sound of a horn rang throughout the village and both you and Lo'ak rose to your feet.
Some people whooped with joy, while you saw the others begin to jump into the water and call their ilu or tsurak, making their way out into the open ocean.
"Y/n!" someone exclaimed.
When you looked down, you saw Tsireya on her ilu, a broad grin on her face.
"The Tulkuns are back!" she said, and then invited Lo'ak and his siblings, who were coming to you from their Marui curious, to welcome them.
Immediately you smiled too, hopping a little in place and then took Lo'ak's hand, squeezing it between both of yours.
"Our brothers and sisters are back! I'm so happy!"
Lo'ak smiled tenderly as your eyes seemed to sparkle with joy upon hearing the news.
"Come on, let's go!"
So you almost dragged him into the water, followed by Tsireya and Lo'ak's siblings, heading in the direction from which the Tulkuns were coming.
///
The Sully family had never imagined seeing such a sight. A huge herd of Tulkun had crossed the waters of the village, while any member of the clan swam towards them to welcome them with joy.
Everyone, men, women, even the newly born Metkayina babies were interacting with their Tulkun. Stories were exchanged between Na'vi and Tulkuns, together with smiles, laughter, swims and pirouettes underwater, as if it was talking between close relatives who hadn't seen each other for years.
But after all, that was exactly what it was about, wasn't it? This was the bond that united the Metkayina people to those wonderful creatures.
Your ilu sped past the people and Tulkuns who were swimming underwater around you, as you longed to finally be reunited with your Spirit Sister.
While Lo'ak, seated behind you, was looking around in amazement, you suddenly touched his leg, calling his attention. Lo'ak looked at you and you pointed a finger at a medium-sized Tulkun, not too big and imposing, but also not as small as a baby, who was slowly swimming in your direction. The closer you got, the more Lo'ak noticed the peculiar tattoo decorating the creature's abdomen, which was identical to the one on your arm. Combining that little factor with the huge smile you had on your lips, Lo'ak realized that it was indeed her, your Spirit Sister.
Without saying anything else, your ilu stopped and you broke away from it to swim briskly towards the Tulkun. Lo'ak preferred to stay behind, wanting to let you have your moment in private, so he just swam towards the surface, but still staying in the area.
As the Tulkun's eye fell on you, you mimed with your fingers.
"I see you, sister"
Your sister Tulkun was called [___]. She was sweet and caring, especially towards you, because she always cared about you and always put you before her, even when the problems might be her own. You owed her a lot, but you were so glad you bonded with her.
You saw her smile at you with her eyes, as she moved her fins.
"I see you Y/n" she replied. "You look grown up. You're even more beautiful than the last time we met"
You smiled embarrassed, but thanked her, then swam towards her and clung to her fin with your hands, as if you wanted to hug her.
"So are you [___]. I've missed you so much"
You wasted a good few minutes together telling each other about your adventures, even though between the two of you, she was the more curious to know how you were doing.
"[___]"
You swam to position yourself in front of her and the Tulkun immediately noticed the way your gaze dropped slightly in shyness, until you looked at her again.
"My sister, i met a boy" you said with a small smile.
"I'm very happy to know that. Finally your time has come too"
You nodded and even if at that moment you would have preferred to squeeze your fingers out of shyness, you knew that you needed them to communicate with her.
[___] knew about your lack of interest in the boys of your clan. She was your sister, you revealed even the darkest of your secrets to her, because you knew she would have never judged you. And knowing that finally, after all those years, you apparently seemed to have found someone, made her almost happier than you were.
"And how is he? Tell me"
"His name is Lo'ak. He is from another clan. Some people in the village still seem to fear or judge him because of his different appearance from ours, but he is intrepid and courageous and will not let anyone step on his feet. But he's also sweet and funny and sometimes a little clumsy. We actually haven't known each other for a long time, because he and his family came here some weeks ago, but we bonded very quickly"
"Are you mates?"
Hearing that question almost seemed to make you feel your cheeks warm up, despite being underwater.
"No... Not officially, at least. I mean, we are still young to unite in front of Eywa. But i really wish that what we have built together will also remain for the rest of my life. I know it sounds strange, but i feel like a fire inside me every time i see him and i wish we'd never be apart. Is it... Is it weird? Am i exaggerating, sister?"
[___] let out a noise, almost like she was giggling.
"Y/n, that is not weird at all. It just means you fell in love. He makes you happy, doesn't he?"
[___] immediately saw the love and devotion for that boy, Lo'ak, fill your eyes and then you did a little spin backwards in excitement. She believed that she would have never witnessed a scene like that.
"So much. I see him, [___] and he sees me. I don't know what i would do if i ever lost him"
Since you were facing her, you could not have known that Lo'ak had watched the last part of the conversation from the distance, with a typical lover's smile on his face and his heart pounding fast in his chest.
But unlike you, [___] did notice, and when her eyes met Lo'ak's, he immediately floated to the surface, almost fearful of her presence.
Neteyam, who was swimming nearby, looked confused.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
Lo'ak said nothing, and seconds later you too resurfaced in front of him, making him jump.
You took his hand with a wide smile.
"[___] wants to meet you" you told him and Lo'ak's eyes widened.
"A-Are you sure? She's not going to tell me something like that if i want to be with you i have to treat you right, or anything like that? She's not going to threaten to eat me, is she?"
Both you and Neteyam chuckled at his uncertainty and without saying anything you took him underwater with you, returning to the Tulkun.
She was waiting for you where you left her and as soon as Lo'ak was close enough, he greeted her.
"I see you [___]" he told her, gesturing with his fingers and she waved back.
You joined him with an amused smile.
"Lo'ak is a little afraid of you, sister" you told her and Lo'ak glared at you, which you ignored.
"But you told me just now that he was brave"
You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand and [___] closed her eyes as if she was smiling.
Lo'ak shook his head slightly as he saw you chatting and teasing him, as if he weren't right there beside you watching, but he couldn't help but smile too.
[___] made a turn on herself and then invited you to approach her with one of her fins.
"How about we go for a ride?"
You nodded frantically, then took Lo'ak's hand again and swam towards her together and once you reached her big fin, you clung tightly to it.
You and Lo'ak exchanged a smile, then [___] set off into the depths of the sea, taking you with her.
///
And so, after Lo'ak had known your Spirit Sister, some days later, he took you to meet his brother, outside of the reef.
"Payakan! Payakan!" cried Lo'ak aloud. "Payakan! It's me, Lo'ak!"
You remained attached to him, sitting with him on his ilu and waiting for the much feared outcast Tulkun to show itself.
After a couple of minutes, the water around you started moving harder and a few seconds later, Payakan rose to the surface.
"Hey!" Lo'ak exclaimed, throwing up his arms. "What's up bro?"
Payakan swam towards you and when your gazes met they remained fixed on each other.
You flashed a sweet smile at the Tulkun, greeting him with the hand gesture that said "I see you."
"Nice to meet you" you greeted him, trying to be as polite as possible.
Payakan made a small cry, closed his eyes quickly and then opened them again. You and Lo'ak noticed the almost indecipherable look in his eyes. He looked uncertain, afraid, and Lo'ak felt a small pang in his heart, having never seen him like this.
"Payakan, are you okay?" Lo'ak asked worriedly.
It almost seemed to you that the Tulkun shook his head negatively, looking at Lo'ak and then back at you.
Until suddenly he spoke.
"Are you not afraid of me?"
You felt in his words the pain of those who had been through a lot. Payakan was young, the equivalent of a carefree little boy who had all the happiness in life brutally taken away from.
He didn't deserve that.
You stepped off the ilu, swam towards him and placed a hand near his eye.
"Lo'ak has told me so many wonderful things about you and i trust his words completely, because he is not afraid of you" you said, throwing him a comforting smile. "So no, Payakan. I am not afraid of you either"
Lo'ak shot you a tender smile from your shoulders and came to you, covering your hand on Payakan's body with his.
"We see you, brother. And we will never leave you, okay?"
Payakan closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of what could feel like a strange group hug. As long as you and Lo'ak were with him, he knew there was still a small shred of happiness left for him.
///
That afternoon you stayed with Payakan, playing, swimming and talking until the eclipse was complete. The sky above you turned blue, while the stars that slowly appeared on it shone over your head like the freckles that decorated your bodies.
While you and Lo'ak laid on Payakan's back, cuddling and looking at the stars, the Tulkun swam slowly in your company, also admiring the multitudes of celestial bodies high in the sky.
"We should go back to the village" you muttered, not taking your eyes off the sky.
Lo'ak, who was gently stroking you from the shoulder down the arm with his fingertips, said nothing, just a discreet "Mh" that meant nothing.
Despite your words, neither of you wanted to go back to your families yet, you wanted to keep all the time possible just for you.
Silence fell between you again, broken by your breathing or the sound made by Payakan as he floated on the water.
Until...
"Y/n" Lo'ak called to you.
"Yes?"
You didn't want to move from that comfortable position, but you were forced to take your eyes off your beloved stars when Lo'ak placed a hand on your cheek, making you lift your head from his chest to look at him.
Despite the dark you remained enchanted staring at his face, starting from his yellowish eyes, to the rebellious braids that fell next to his cheek and to the bright dots that spread over his skin.
"What you said to [___] today..." he said, stroking the skin above your cheekbone with his thumb. "Did you really mean that?"
Your heart began to beat faster and for a moment you feared that Lo'ak himself could feel the warmth of your cheeks under his hand.
"Do you really want to live the rest of your life with me?" he asked you again.
"Lo'ak-"
"Because i want it. I know that we are still young and our relationship has just begun, but i know that i want to be with you until the end. I want us to be mates in the future, in front of Eywa. I want it more than anything else" he said solemnly.
You didn't answer him right away, but you slowly felt your lips curl upwards, while your eyes stung from the small tears that were forming.
"Lo'ak, i..."
Quickly, you rubbed a hand over your eyes, to avoid crying in front of him. Then you nodded frantically.
"Of course. Of course i really mean it. Otherwise why would i ever reveal all those things to my sister?"
You both chuckled and you lowered your face to him so that your foreheads touched.
"Oel ngati kameie, Lo'ak (I see you, Lo'ak). And I'm so glad you came into my life" you muttered, closing your eyes.
Lo'ak rubbed his nose against yours.
"Oel ngati kameie, Y/n" he replied, before placing a small kiss on your nose and then on your forehead. "And i am grateful to Eywa for bringing us together too"
You remained embraced for a few more seconds, immersed in your thoughts and daydreams about your future.
But your lovebirds moment was abruptly interrupted a few seconds later, when Payakan suddenly squirted water out of the hole in his back, wetting you a little.
You and Lo'ak let out squeals and he leapt to his feet.
"Payakan!" you exclaimed.
"Bro! You're disgusting!" Lo'ak then said.
Even without seeing him, you could swear that Payakan was laughing to himself, proud of his gesture and both you and Lo'ak, not being really angry with him, could not help but laugh too.
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What are your favourite books of the year?
[ this ask was sent in 2023, I'm just depressed and also a bit lazy. I ended up listing 14 books instead of the top 5. because I love books and because I would rather die than shortlist these. ]
❤ = author liked my online review
🦋 = HIGHLY recommend reading CWs
JAN-JUNE
The Wicked and The Willing by Lianyu Tan 🦋❤
GENRE: LGBTQ, adult, historical, gothic romance
A young woman in 1920s colonial Singapore is hired as maidservant to a mysterious European heiress in a coastal manor: only to realise something evil is afoot. This was interesting–quite a graphic, disturbing and violent take on the classic vampire motif; kind of like if Carmilla and The Handmaiden had a demon child. Has two different love interests + endings to choose from (hydrogen bomb hot butch vs coughing baby racist white woman). 4⭐
Honey Girl by Morgan Rogers
Genre: LGBTQ, adult, contemporary
A young Black PhD scholar deals with academic burnout, mental health and familial pressures while navigating a new marriage with a radio host from Brooklyn. Look this may be a bit cheesy and some of the writing gives Tumblr poetry but I don't care because I did cry and it did help me during a difficult time of my life. If you like stories about queer women, self-discovery and big city loneliness, you'll enjoy this. 5⭐
Pachinko by Min Jin Lee
Genre: adult, historical fiction
Sprawling intergenerational historical novel about a family of Korean immigrants in Japan through the last two centuries. Explores Korean diasporic identity and what it means to belong to a motherland, through marriage, family, food, culture, education and propaganda during times of war. Always will recommend this as one of the best and most well-written historical novels ever. I respect and love the author very much. 4.5 ⭐
Severance by Ling Ma
Genre: adult, dystopia, speculative fiction
A woman living a lacklustre, lonely life and working at a dead-end job in an NYC publishing house continues going to office during a global lockdown in hopes of her severance paycheck. I love horror books about capitalism and labour exploitation, and the anxiety that this one gave me... Sometimes, minimum wage corporate work is scarier than a zombie apocalypse. 4⭐
Snow Flower and The Secret Fan by Lisa See ❤
Genre: adult, historical fiction (LGBTQ??)
In 19th century China, two girls from different villages become intimate friends after a foot-binding ceremony. I know See has her issues but I refuse to take any criticism for this book. In fact, I'm not speaking about this book without going to therapy immediately afterwards. Girl best friends will literally become tragic doomed narrative foils rather than have sex. If there ever was a story that EXEMPLIFIED Two Slow Dancers by Mitski btw. 5⭐
When I Hit You by Meena Kandasamy 🦋❤
Genre: adult, literary fiction, social commentary
An unnamed woman reflects on her abusive marriage with a leftist individual in South India. This book was so sickening, so rage-filled and a must-read for feminists all over the world. It's such a nauseatingly realistic story of surviving abuse, of looking back on lost girlhood with anger and grief. Also, a classic breakdown of Indian upper class male intellectualism: the comrade dadas who are content to spout Marxist theory while abusing and silencing women. This one's a favourite. 5⭐
Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo
Genre: LGBTQ, young adult, historical, romance
In 1950s, McCarthy-era San Francisco, a young Chinese schoolgirl secretly explores underground lesbian bars with her classmate. What a sweet story, what an excellent historical portrait of the Chinese American community, what a romantic, tender love letter to 50s butch femme love and lesbian bar culture during the Lavender Scare. Probably one of my top five lesbian fiction ever. 5⭐
JULY-DEC
Dear Senthuran by Akwaeke Emezi ❤
Genre: LGBTQ, memoir, speculative fiction, essays
Collection of essays, composed in the form of fragmented letters to the author's friends, family and lovers, sharing glimpses into their Igbo spirituality, childhood in Nigeria, gender affirmative healthcare, facing racism in USA and then catapulting to overnight fame with their debut novel. This is a love letter to trans queer artists of color in the 21st century. I am happy to be alive at the same time as Emezi. Highly recommend this book for aspiring authors. 4.5⭐
A Dowry of Blood by ST Gibson ❤
Genre: LGBTQ, adult, horror, gothic romance
A retelling of Dracula's brides, as narrated by his first wife, Constanta. Absolutely sinfully and shamelessly devoted to decadence, eroticism and the shenanigans of toxic evil bisexual vampire polycule. Some books work simply because of a skilful combination of deranged bisexuals, aesthetics and stunning prose: this one is a masterclass in both. Also the author is a fan of The Secret History, Saltburn and Deathless, like lol.... sounds about right. 5⭐
The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White 🦋
Genre: LGBTQ, young adult, horror, historical gothic fiction
In Victorian London, where the veil between the living and death has thinned, and secret societies keep silent vigil over spirits, a young transgender boy is forcefully sent to a girls' sanatorium to cure his feminine "sickness", but instead gets embroiled in a terrifying mystery. True story: I was up till dawn, with my lights on, listening to positive affirmation ASMR to recover from this book. Genuinely terrifying historical gothic/medical medical thriller. Central t4t romance. 5⭐
Chlorine by Jade Song 🦋❤
Genre: LGBTQ, young adult (?), contemporary, speculative fiction
A teenage Chinese-American girl muses on competitive swimming, diasporic identity, puberty, queer crushes, and mermaids. This was an incredible debut novel- a bloody, gory little masterpiece of scales, teeth and fucked up teen girls. I don't usually enjoy "girlhood is grief, woe is me" type teenage horror stories, but the way Asian American identity, queerness and 1990s nostalgia is woven into a weird speculative horror modern fairytale feels insanely creative. If you like the films of Julia Ducournau, read this. 5⭐
Lucky Red by Claudia Cravens ❤
Genre: LGBTQ, adult, historical, Western, thriller
In 1880s Kansas, a young former ranch girl forced to work at a brothel ends up falling hard and fast for the dashing, daredevil female bounty hunter who rides into town from the prairie. Let me just say one thing- Western toxic yuri revenge thriller ft the most damningly hot older butch lesbian character ever (AWOOGA)!!!!!! When I say toxic yuri this is what I want. Need a live-action film so bad you don't even know. Good God. 4.5⭐
Breaking Character by Lee Winter
Genre: LGBTQ, adult, contemporary, romance
An icy, British former theatre legend and her much younger, sunshiny LA co-star are forced to fake a relationship for the tabloids, to increase views on their long-running tv medical drama and to also get the movie deal of their lives. Great portrayal of toxic celebrity shipping culture, entertainment industry pressures, workplace misogyny and fan worship. See, when tropes are actually executed well, the romantic chemistry between the leads is off the charts. Chemistry, sexual tension, Hollywood drama and deliciously slow burn sexy times. Tbh a pure comfort read. 5⭐
Wherever Is Your Heart by Anita Kelly ❤
Genre: LGBTQ, adult, contemporary, romance
Two middle-aged butches– a bartender and a truck driver– pine for each other at a queer karaoke bar downtown, during Pride Month. I know Anita Kelly is a sweetheart and I recommend all of their other works, but this one got me so emotional!!!! It was so tender and intimate, and portrayed older butch lesbians in their 40s-50s; wistful, romantic and gently realistic. Also, canon demisexual lesbian rep!! 5⭐
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