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Never before has a refrigerator been more sus.
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thewalkingplumbob · 2 years
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My small renovation of the New Moon Shack in Moonwood Mill. ✨
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hauntedtrait · 2 years
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obsoletepixels · 2 years
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Greg may be misunderstood according to lore but that doesn't make him any less of an asshole.
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charnelhouse · 1 year
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Ok but Ghost reacting to Red getting a tattoo of a skull somewhere on her body?? So cute!! I love the way you write them, you always do such a good job ❤️❤️
It’s post-mission at a bar in Saint Martin. It’s barely a bar, more of a shack, wooden and threadbare. 
But it does the trick. The owners are dead. They were targets 141 had been given. Names on slips of paper. Soap plays bartender. Gaz has figured out the radio so that new wave pulses from the speaker. No one is there. No one around. The Caribbean laps at the lopsided porch. The sand is white as aged paper and velvet-soft.
They’re all sun-touched. Dizzy with it. Even, Ghost.
He’s removed his mask just for today. These few hours where not a soul exists beyond the boys and Red. He’s getting back at relaxing. He’s somewhat comfortable with his naked face when it’s within the steel trap of 141. He does still cling to the shadows, hovering in corners and away from open doorways and raw light. He prefers to keep himself partially inside insulating darkness. One foot firmly settled into safety should he need to burrow deep if anyone were to show up.
It’s not likely. There’s no one left on this tiny corner of the island. The bodies are in a pit out back, waiting for retrieval. In addition to the artificial scent of coconut sunscreen, there’s blood, faint but catching on the balmy breeze. Sand in his boots. Liquor bottles the color of sea glass and coated in a thin film of dust and gun residue. The floor is sticky with alcohol and shards of glass from the shootout. Coagulating blood drying like dark chocolate glaze.
Perched on a bar stool, Red’s clad in a dirty tank top and loose tax pants. There’s engine oil smeared across the plump of her cheek, which makes her appear both young and endearing. She’s drunk. Too much tequila on an empty stomach. She’d only eaten a handful of roasted peanuts that she’d found in a bowl next to the maraschino cherries.
“There could be blood in there.” Soap remarked, audibly concerned. Slightly disturbed.
“There could be,” she equipped and smiled before shoving the nuts messily into her mouth. Ghost wanted to lick the salt from her lips.
She leans forward, elbows planted on the bar top as she lets Soap pour liquor onto her tongue. Ghost curls his fingers into a fist, clenching tight before remembering that it was his cock in her mouth not a day ago. It was her with her arms around his neck before they went into this guns blazing.
“Stay alive.”
“Don’t die.”
“Affirmative.”
“Foxy’s tolerance is sky fuckin’ high,” Soap exclaims. “Christ - she could drink all ya twats under the table.” Soap is close to a blackout, his accent rolling into a thick paste that sticks his words together. These are the times he tends to regard Red like she hung the bloody moon. “Takin’ it like a champ, aye?”
Ghost rolls his eyes, but doesn’t stop watching.
The muscle in her jaw flexes as her lashes flutter. Soap hoots again and she laughs, spilling tequila across the counter before wiping it from her mouth with the back of her hand. When she shifts, the pale blue strap of her bra moves, and Ghost’s gaze is drawn to her shoulder.
At first, he thinks it’s dirt, a bit of mud, or a drop of blood. But then he steps closer, bottle upturned as he takes another swallow, and his vision focuses -
Ghost sputters, partially choking on the beer sliding down his throat. Red twists around, peeking at him with wide eyes and an arched brow. What?
It’s there. Small and black and significant. A skull stenciled into her shoulder, the same patch of flesh he loves to kiss, to worship when she’s on her belly, and he’s spread her knees apart. 
Smooth, curved, and brined in sweat. 
“Would you look at that?” Price mutters before returning his half-chewed cigar to his lips. Gaz snickers. Soap, oblivious as usual, loudly asks what they’re talking about. 
Ghost edges closer before firmly planting his chest against her back, one hand grasping her waist and the other on her bicep. He caresses the tattoo, pushing the blunt tip of his thumb into the design until she shudders. He pets the bony brow, the square teeth, and the black sockets.
“When?” he murmurs. He can smell all of her. The floral shampoo, the sugar punch of whiskey, and the bite of Price’s cigar smoke. 
“Post-Francisco Dorado assassination,” she replies. “Tulum.”
“Without me?”
“You got yours without me.”
Something is unfurling in his chest. It feels like he’s free-falling from a plane. He has no parachute, but he doesn’t care. He wants to crash. He wants to slam into Earth because this is too much and not enough at once. 
“Red…” he utters quietly, strangely touched, strangely bulldozed by this small mark upon her person. 
No one has ever done this for him. No one would. It was one thing to get a tattoo for her. She was Red Fox. He wouldn’t be surprised if several men out there had gotten her name carved into them at one point or another. He imagined she’d left a trail of broken hearts in her wake because she was structured with that kind of chaos. Emotional gut-punch. Sister hurricane. When she fucked him, it felt like he was being sucked dry. Terrifying and destabilizing, and pleasurable. The most mind-numbing orgasms he’d ever experienced.
“Simon,” she says, reaching back to tug at his belt. It’s a comforting gesture and one she uses often in the field when no one can know what they mean to each other. A small hand squeeze. Her arm brushing his bicep. I’m here. I’m here. You and Me.
He lowers his head, lips skating across her ear. Her skin is hot as the bone-white sand beneath this hut, and he intends to fuck her dumb on top of it. What else is there to do? How else can he verbalize his appreciation for what she’s done? Permanent. Always. 
He knows how to show her.  His voice is husky when he speaks, loaded with desperation that he doesn’t mind revealing.
“Outside,” he demands, requests. “Meet me outside.”
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'The Love Shack' Epilogue - Silwey's Reaction
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Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) Series warnings: 18+ MDNI Word count: 1,563
Read the entire completed series in my masterlist HERE
Author's Note: Because so many of you asked - here is a little epilogue drabble with Silwey's reaction to the news of Neteyam & Neyomi's betrothal. 😁 It's short and simple entertainment with a little bit of fluff at the end. I hope ya'll find this satisfying, enjoy!
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Neteyam watched as the last of the wagons, laden with their kills, was carted off to the clan’s cooks and butchers. The hunters had triumphed again today and the butchers would be kept busy for the next day skinning, carving and preserving the meat from their very successful hunt. As with most jobs that his hunter-warrior profession demanded, success often brought with it tired and aching muscles at the day’s end, as well as skin caked in the natural grime of sweat and dirt.
Rolling his neck and stretching it from side to side, he heard the vertebrae in his neck give a few satisfying pops. His skin felt clammy and itchy from the drying mud in places and he couldn’t wait to settle into the hot spring with you later for some rest and relaxation. He caught sight of you warming down with your hunting platoon off to his left in the near distance. Your stance was confident and you effortlessly commanded the attention of your platoon while you debriefed them for the day. He smiled to himself. You were so beautiful and so capable. It made him proud to have you at his side.
As your commanding officer, he outranked you and you reported to him in all things work during the day, but at night, he was completely at your mercy. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to have your body against his, over him, under him and around him. It had been a blissful week since the night you’d confronted each other and admitted your faults, since you’d made love to each other and pledged yourselves as each other’s intendeds. The news was still formally under wraps, but the tsahìk would be making a formal announcement and performing a blessing on you both on the clan’s next day of rest, which was in two days.
Betrothal aside, you’d both agreed that things would not change work-wise. There would be no biases and there would be no public displays of affection; work was work. Given the good amount of ‘practise’ you’d both had in the last three moons in the lead up to the present, pretending there was nothing going on and ignoring the personal turmoil you’d both been stubbornly suffering, keeping things professional was a piece of cake.
A few of the men from Neteyam’s platoon yauped in farewell, waving at him as they departed for the day. One of them, Entu, called out as they passed, “It’s good to have you back, bro! The olo’eyktan really made us work for our meals the other day!”
Neteyam’s deep laugh rang out and he fixed the young warrior with a mocking grin, “Are you saying I’m too soft on all of you?”
“No, but you’re more reasonable. At least I can still feel my legs today!”
“Good work today, boys! Kìyevame (see you again soon)!” Neteyam called in return, stooping to scoop his woven satchel from the foot of the rock he’d left it against. He slung the satchel across his shoulders and spied a pair of slender feet and legs approaching him in his peripheral vision. They strolled into view as he straightened up and he was greeted by a lovely face, just not the one he expected.
“I’m glad you’re back too.” Silwey’s voice was sweet as it usually was when she wanted to endear herself to him. She flashed him an alluring smile and cocked her head to the side, peering up at him through playful eyes.
“Why? Your legs less sore today too, are they?” Neteyam remarked, adjusting the strap of his satchel across his front.
Silwey’s chuckle bubbled melodiously up her throat and her expression turned frisky, “Not sore, no. My legs are good today, good enough that they’d be keen to take a ride later if you catch my meaning.”
Oh, her meaning was clear.
The insinuation of the sensual ride she had in mind was made even more unambiguous when she reached out with a bold hand to curl her fingers into the top edge of his cummerbund to pull him closer.
Neteyam stopped her with a gentle hand around her wrist, “Look, this needs to stop-”
“I was disappointed when you didn’t come back to me the other night after your family emergency.” Silwey interrupted, stepping up to him and eyeing him coquettishly, “And then when you didn’t show up for patrol the next day, I was worried.”
“Worried for my wellbeing?” Neteyam pursed his lips, his patience beginning to wear thin as Silwey ran her other hand up the smooth muscle of one his pectorals despite his earlier attempt at a rebuff.
“Mm yes, and also worried that I wouldn’t get another taste of you.” Silwey said in a sultry purr and she swiped a daring finger against his chest before lifting it to her mouth to suck it clean.
Neteyam grasped both of her hands and removed them from his person, not unkindly but firmly enough to get his point across, “Please stop. Look, you’re a beautiful woman and I enjoyed your company, but I’m spoken for now and this behaviour needs to stop. Anything more after this and you’ll be breaking the bounds of propriety.”
Silwey retreated in surprise, pulling her hands from his hold, “Spoken for? You’re betrothed?”
“Yes.”
She gave a caustic laugh then, still reeling from her shock, “That’s a surprise, considering you were perfectly willing just last week to spend your time in my company before your brother abruptly called you away.”
Neteyam scratched the back of his head uncomfortably, trying to find a way to explain the situation without too much detail, “It’s a fairly recent development, but entirely genuine. The tsahìk will make an announcement in two days. I’d appreciate your confidentiality around the matter in the meantime.”
“Oh now Neteyam, you can’t just leave it at that.” Silwey wheedled, her irritation bleeding into her tone despite her attempt to come off as casual, “Who is this lucky woman?”
Before Neteyam could respond with another dismissive excuse, the sound of a gently cleared throat came from behind him and he turned his head to find you standing there. Meeting your eyes, he grinned warmly at you. Speak of the devil.
“Sorry Neteyam, a word?” You interposed, shooting a half-hearted smile of apology at the other woman.
Silwey was less than welcoming of your interjection. Her plump lips tightened sternly and she huffed at you, “You know, these interruptions of yours are becoming a rather untimely habit. I was having an important discussion with Neteyam.”
In truth you’d overheard the bit of their conversation prior to your interruption, but you feigned innocence nonetheless, “Oh, sorry. Was it about today’s hunt?”
Silwey’s initial expression was one of annoyance that you were nosy enough to pry, but then her countenance turned cunning and she graced Neteyam with a sly look before declaring, “No, actually. Neteyam has just shared with me his happy news of being recently betrothed. He was just about to tell me who she is.” She sneered at him, clearly thinking she was being clever for having outed his secret, “Come on, tell us. I’m sure Neyomi would like to know too.”
Ordinarily, Neteyam would have growled out a warning at Silwey’s nerve, but he simply smirked at her today.
Reaching out to lace the fingers of one of his hands with yours, Neteyam pulled you to his side and planted a lingering kiss to your temple, before responding to Silwey, “Well, since you asked, you’re looking at her.”
Silwey’s eyes darted between Neteyam and you, her large golden eyes widening a fraction as realisation set in. Her mouth popped open next and she sucked in a stunned breath, sputtering, “O-Oh! Ah, congratulations t-to you b-both. Have a good evening, I’ll see you around.”
You had to press your lips together hard to keep yourself from laughing. Silwey’s retreat was clumsy and her embarrassment was apparent. It was the most inelegant you’d ever seen her, considering she was normally incredibly self-assured.
“Guess our secret’s out.” You remarked to Neteyam, “You know, she’s not going to keep it to herself.”
“I don’t think there’s any point.” Neteyam observed.
Silwey had withdrawn hastily to a small group of warrior women who appeared to have been watching on with equally wide eyes at the entire exchange. They were muttering amongst themselves now, Silwey in the middle, with raised eyebrows and gesturing hands.
“Shall we give them a bit of a show?” You suggested puckishly, looking up at Neteyam who was already leaning down towards you.
“First, you make me commit sacrilege under my parents’ roof and now you’re breaking clan protocol before the tsahìk’s announcement.” Neteyam’s warm lips moulded to yours and you instinctively looped an arm about his neck to draw yourself closure. His tongue swept against yours and you opened your mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss, completely uncaring of your public audience. He separated from you with a sucking pop, “I wonder if my family realises how much of a rule-breaker you are.”
“Your mother broke all the rules. She became a warrior, abandoned her duty to be tsahìk and mated your father.”
Neteyam chortled at your quick quip, his quiet laughter rumbling against your lips, “And it appears I am my father’s son, with the same taste for rule-breaking warrior women.”
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Secret Smokes (Part 12)
Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader
Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.
Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.
Word Count: 3190
A/N: Thank you to everyone who's still reading and leaving lovely comments every time, you are literally my motivation and fuel to keep posting I truly love you all
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Remus's office had become your private safe space, you would go there as often as possible without raising suspicions that you weren't in your dorm. You wouldn't sleep there most night but you would sit and listen to music, chat and cuddle before reluctantly walking back to sleep in your own bed. It felt like everything was moving fast but at the same time the only thing that had changed since before Christmas was now you were allowed to cuddle, kiss and speak honestly about how you feel.
Lessons were interesting as you and Remus tried your hardest to avoid suspicions but sometimes you would get lost in each others eyes especially the days after you had just slept together and woken up next to each other. Your tutoring lessons became a lot more flirty as it was just the two of you, Remus started locking the door during them just in case. You still learnt a lot but he would often kiss your neck as he stood behind you helping to guide your hand to preform a spell correctly.
While approaching the first full moon of the year you noticed Remus became more possessive over you. It showed up in small things like telling off Sebastian when he got too touchy in Remus's classes, but he also became more protective, he would walk you back to your dorm at night just in case and he would make you tea and make sure you ate properly. It was as if Remus's emotions were dialled up. Sometime he would bite you when he kissed you, this would become a lot more common closer to the full moon, he would constantly express how he craved you in the days leading up to the full moon. He was less angsty which lead you to believe he was angsty with you because he was frustrated before over all the emotions he had felt in regards to you. The evening of the full moon you were sitting in his office with him, his body was aching and he was sitting on the sofa in pain as you made him a cup of tea with wolfbane inside to help dull it's bitter taste. You bought it over to him stroking his hair lightly. "Here drink this, the wolfbane is inside."
"I'm so lucky to have you." He said gently through the pain. You could tell he appreciated you taking care of him but also wished he didn't need to be taken care of. "I should probably head to the shrieking shack soon." He said looking at his watch.
"I can walk with you." You offered and he gave you a gentle smile.
"No dear, I don't want you anywhere near that place, besides Sirius will probably be there soon so I'll be in safe hands." He stood up masking the pain with a straight face and went to change into clothes that can get destroyed just in case. You walked with him up to the edge of the castle you couldn't kiss him goodbye as it was too risky so you simply opted for a wave as he gave you a longing look and wave back. You couldn't sleep all night, you just thought about Remus's pain. You could hear howls every so often throughout the night which made you feel somehow comfortable as you knew he was close and he was okay. The next day at lunchtime you went to visit his office to check on him. He slowly opened the door leaning most of his weight on his cane and his face changed from profesional to a look of shock and love as soon as he noticed you. "I bought you some chocolate cake from lunch." You said lifting up the small brown bag in your hand. He opened the door wider letting you in and slowly walked over to his desk, sitting down slowly as his body ached with every move. You noticed he was wearing pyjama trousers and a jumper that was more tattered than his usual choices.
"I really appreciate you thinking of me Y/N, but you didn't have to do this for me." He said ripping open the bag to use it as a plate for the cake. "Would you like some?" He offered to you and you shook your head.
"How was the transformation?" You asked as he picked at the cake.
"I don't remember much of it to be honest, I rarely do, I know I didn't get as scratched up this time, but my muscles ache a lot which usually means I moved around a lot."
"Does your human physique affect your wolf physique?" You asked also picking at his cake.
"I never thought about it that way, I think the muscles are linked in some way, no one really studies us." He admitted with a sad face.
"How's the pain?"
"My energy levels are extremely low, currently my bones and muscles ache so I've been simply reading my book in bed and catching up on sleep."
"Sorry for making you leave your bed,"
"Darling it's my pleasure to spend time with you thank you for remembering about me."
"I'm going to have to get back to my lessons but I'll come check on you in the evening." You explained standing up.
"You know you don't have to it's okay if you're busy, I won't be much fun in my condition." He said beginning to stand up but you quickly stopped him so he wouldn't strain himself too much. You pecked his lips lightly goodbye and let yourself out.
The rest of the day was uneventful, you headed over to visit Remus straight away after dinner, bar of chocolate in hand. He opened the door slowly again, you stood on the other side of the door holding up the chocolate bar, covering your face. You peeked to the side from it and he had a huge warm smile on his face.
"If you bring my gifts every time you should come here more often." He moved to the side and you almost hopped in filled with excitement to see Remus.
"Don't get used to it," you plopped yourself down on the sofa making yourself comfortable as Remus slowly walked over and sat down next to you using his cane for support. "What'cha reading?" You asked picking up the book that was laying besides you.
"You'll be glad to hear it's a muggle book, it's called an inspector calls."
"Oh I know that one it's a play."
"I like it, reading it feels like going to the theatre."
"We should go." You expressed not thinking through what you're saying just speaking.
"That's a wonderful idea, let me know a weekend you may be free or maybe we can do it over the a half term."
"Sounds like our next date is planned." You said going in to kiss him this time.
"Just let me heal first." You hugged him but only lightly as you didn't want to hurt him anywhere he may have scars. You sat down pulling out a book of your own while he grabbed a different one off the shelf. "Are you changing books already?"
"Well if we're going to the theatre I don't want to spoil the ending, plus it was beginning to get a little depressing." He slowly lowered himself to sit beside you.
"So you decided to go for?"
"Secrets of the Darkest Art." He replied.
"Because that's so much more enjoyable." You expressed sarcastically.
"I'm refreshing my memory,  what high brow work of fiction might you be reading?"
"Something intellectual." You stayed flashing him with the book cover of Breakfast at Tiffany's making him laugh. "Don't be so smug."
"It's your turn to change the record." He stated as the music finished.
"How did you know it's going to finish?"
"It's your turn to change it." He simply repeated without lifting his eyes from the page.
"Yeah I'm not changing it, it's your turn old man." You said starring at him and he lifted his eyes to meet your gaze.
"I see how much you care about my health when it really matters." He began to slowly stand up making sounds of pain just to tease you and you immediately stopped him and stood up to change it.
"Well maybe you should invest in a CD player or something that you don't have to flip every five seconds, something with a remote."
"Why? I've got you. Besides have you forgotten about magic dear?" He said and the record player shut nearly snapping your fingers and automatically it began to play. "I prefer the way records sound."
"How do you do it so naturally?"
"Do what?"
"Magic." You stated and he shut his book sitting up to face you. "It doesn't come naturally to me, I barely remember it's there, it feels so foreign to me."
"You need to be open to it, I'll teach you, just let me. Don't be so closed off." He said gently placing his hand on your leg and you nodded. "Promise me?" He pushed and you nodded. "You need to use your words Y/N." He said sending a hot flush to your cheeks.
"I promise." You said and he leaned in to kiss you.
The following weeks you kept your promise, you worked hard to learn everything, Remus pushed you to use magic in the evenings in his office making it all feel more natural to you. It took time but you were beginning to use magic for the small stuff. In his officially tutoring lessons you began to move on to learn your Patronus charm.
It was late in the evening on a Monday when you were still trying to get it right, you were so close the spark was coming out of your wand. "Just focus on a memory that is stronger than any other." Remus who was dripping in sweat almost shouted. It had been hours but you both knew you were so close. You tried again and it was close but it wasn't working. "I don't think I can do it." You said in almost defeat.
"That's okay my dear we can try again tomorrow." He said coming up to kiss you, he moved the hair out your face, put his arms around and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "You're doing so well, you just need to find the right moment, try and search deeper." He explained and you lingered on his words, you tried many memories, even the one of your first kiss with him but none worked but that's the moment you thought of the day he took you to the lake to see the light bugs the vulnerability but the love you felt in that moment. "Can I try one last time?" You asked and he nodded letting go of you, his hand letting go of yours last as he was stepping back.
"It's okay if you can't do it today, you still have a lot of time to learn." He comforted you and that's when you tried the new memory. You focused your mind and cast the charm and a blinding light came out in front of you, you saw a wolf begin to run around the room but yours and Remus's faces were in utter joy but then you noticed his turn to confusion as he studied the animal. He looked at you with a new look, one filled with love but laced with a hint of fear as he came up to you, arm open putting them around you and pulling you into his chest. He leaned to kiss you and kept repeating. "I'm so proud of you." Between kisses. That night you didn't go back to your dorm but instead Remus decided it was a special enough occasion to open a new bottle of whiskey.
You left early morning to get back to your dorm, reluctantly peeling yourself out of Lupins arms. You tiptoed down the corridor in the direction of your dorm when you saw Percy. Panic set in. You thought about finding a way to avoid him but there was nothing you could do. "L/N." He said as walked past.
"Percy, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You shot him a forced grin.
"Why are you wandering around the halls this early?"
"I just went for a morning stroll." You averted his gaze.
"In last nights clothes?" He pointed out stepping closer to you, looking down his nose almost like Snape would do.
"Percy, please let it go, this doesn't concern you."
"As your prefect-" he began and you scoffed at him walking past but he quickly followed you. "It concerns me when it involves Lupin." You froze as Percy said the words.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You simply stated as Percy came up to you and leaned in tight.
"I've been watching you. He could get fired overnight with his condition, I don't even need to prove that you two are fucking." He whispered in your ear and you automatically went to slap him in the face and push him away from you.
"You're such a prick you don't deserve to be in Gryffindor." You said pulling out your wand and pointing it at him as he stumbled slightly back and pulled out his. You immediately disarmed him and hit him with a stunner. You kept hitting him until he fell on the ground. "I used to consider you my friend." You said trying not to cry.
He got his wand back and hit you with a stunner of his. "That's when I thought you were a nice girl not one that goes around fucking her professors."
His last word was muffled with a loud shout of  "Enough." And both your wands fell to the ground. You both looked in the direction of Lupin who was running up to you followed by McGonagall. He didn't have any words when he reached you but just stood starring at you with an unreadable look while McGonagall caught up behind him. "Mr Weasley, Miss L/N would either of you like to explain to me why you are duelling in the corridor first thing in the morning?" She began standing next to Lupin.
"We were practicing for our exams." You said without skipping a beat.
"Now however good that is of an excuse that doesn't explain why you are both shouting at each other and doing all this in the middle of the hall. I expected better of you both especially a prefect of my house." She caught your bluff.
"Professor may I speak to you in your office it's a personal matter." Percy said not looking at Lupin.
"Very well. Mr Weasley I will see you this afternoon in my office for detention where you can explain yourself and Miss L/N you will report to Professor Lupins office to serve your detention with him." She stated and then looked at Lupin. "If that is okay with you Remus?" She asked him gently and he nodded not taking his eyes off you.
"That's not detention for her, she likes going to his office," Percy protested.
"Then you will serve your detention with Professor Lupin and Miss L/N will report to me. Any more objections Mr Weasley?" She looked down his glasses at her and he shook his head no. "Okay, as you both were." She said waving her hand to signify letting you both go. You both scurried away, no more words exchanged between you and Percy. You looked back to see Lupin and McGonagall walking away side by side, his hands were in his pockets and he looked as if he was explaining something to her you wandered what it may be.
In the evening you went to see McGonagall, the tension was thick in the room as you entered. Her office was very different to Lupins, it had a similar shape but it was significantly bigger, it felt a lot more wooden and less comfortable but it still felt like it was full of love. Her personality came through in the small rug on the floor and the framed picture all over the wall behind her desk. When she questioned you as to what caused the fight with Percy you were most honest beginning with "You see Professor, Percy likes me as more than a friend and I've rejected his advances many times, I kissed a boy at a party on New Year's Eve and he's been annoyed with me ever since." She nodded to show she's following your story however you could tell she was lost as to how this is relevant. "So he's now in a vendetta to ruin my life because I don't like him." You finished and she nodded.
"How did this lead to you duelling in the hall?" She asked calmly.
"I'll admit something, I didn't go back to my own bed last night, I was heading back in the morning and Percy confronted me, started threatening to get me in trouble, his face was very close to mine like he was about to kiss me or spit on me so I slapped him to get him off me." She simply nodded.
"Miss L/N to me it sounds like things in terms of self defence, however why were you both still fighting when Professor Lupin and I approached."
"He was pissed off-"
"L/N." She warned.
"Sorry, he was annoyed. He kept shouting at me and he was holding his wand and I just thought I should disarm him, it all happened quite fast." You explained.
"I have to say Miss L/N I'm proud to hear you naturally used magic like that. I see Professor Lupins tutoring is very useful, I'm truly proud of the enormous progress you've made this year. After your exams you owe that man champagne." She said her tone was motherly, her last sentence made you smile.
"You are right professor, I owe Professor Lupin a lot for all his help this year." You felt comfort speaking with her about him and also quite excited to speak well of him with someone else.
"I don't know how much you know about him however I remember when he joined Hogwarts he was alike you in your early years, I think that's why you both get so well along."
"What do you mean professor?"
"Well you were both just as cautious and untrusting of magic-"
"He was untrusting of magic?" You questioned finding her words amusing.
"He has been hurt by magic at a young age and it meant he wanted very little to do with our world, it, being at Hogwarts didn't feel natural to him at first."
"I know about his condition." You blurted out.
"Well then he must trust you very much. He's a good man, we're very lucky to have him in the school, he cares a lot and wants to help." She said and you nodded feeling awkward, you didn't know what to say as a yes would be weird. "Anyway I've gotten chatty, I apologise, you're free to go, thank you for your honesty." She said dismissing you.
"Thank you professor and thank you for the chat." You said standing up.
"My pleasure." She had a warm smile as she looked back down at the paperwork in front of her and you left. You felt positive.
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shuttershocky · 5 months
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how do you feel about iori/saber so far by the way, whether as a ship or just their dynamic in general
I really like their dynamic!
While Iori and Saber themselves are full of callbacks to the original Shirou and Saber, their relationship dynamic is something that's all their own.
Usually a servant like FSR Saber would have belonged to a more emotional master. Saber starts the game out as an arrogant, destructive force and a bit of a bully, constantly going "Good grief my master's so weak! How did I get such a weak master when I can solo this whole thing? I should just kill everybody that gets in my way."
Rather than get upset or insecure however, Iori's humility and martial discipline ends up making a wall for Saber's arrogance to repeatedly bounce off of. When told he's weak, he goes "You are right. I don't fight because I'm strong, but because I should." When Saber talks down to him saying his presence doesn't change the outcome of a fight whatsoever, he just goes "I know. I'm doing the best I can."
This doesn't just eventually warm Saber up to him, but it also ends up creating the soul of their dynamic for the rest of the game. Saber's powerful, impulsive, and free in all their aspects, while Iori is measured, disciplined, and tied down (he's poor, he's an orphan, he's a warrior in an age of peace). This leads to fun gags like Saber having that classic Saber gluttony which wreaks havoc on Iori as a poor ronin living hand to mouth every day, but where this really shines is in how it makes its own twist in the original dynamic of Shirou and Saber.
Underneath Shirou and Saber's relationship was the recognition of themselves in the other. Both were willing to give up their entire lives for the greater good without once thinking of themselves, and seeing it in the other person horrified them because that was someone they cared about, while making a special exception for their own self-sacrifice.
In Samurai Remnant, Saber wonders how could such a weak human have summoned a servant as powerful as them, but the answer slowly becomes obvious as their relationship grows. Hiding underneath Saber's smug nature is a legend known for brutally killing anything and everything that stood in their way, whether that be armies, kings, monsters, or even gods. Why? What could compel a human to put a god to the sword just because they were ordered to? How broken and terrible inside must you be to see an aspect of divine power and feel no fear, only the desire to fight and to kill something that should be untouchable by a human?
The most delicious part of Iori and Saber's developing relationship is Saber slowly realizing that the bravery in Iori's eyes when he (literally) locks blades with a Servant is not bravery, but something much more familiar.
It should also be said that FSR Saber is one of the extremely few servants (if not the first even) to cry about the thought of leaving their Master after the ritual has ended.
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Bittersweet goodbyes have been a mainstay of the series since Fate/Stay Night, but FSR is the first time in my memory that we see a Servant look back at the short, second life they've been given and actually break into tears about not wanting to go.
Going back to the throne of heroes would mean returning to legend. They'd be the bloodstained killer and godslayer. Unparalleled, feared, revered, and alone. Meanwhile in this incarnation, they run around doing odd jobs every day to afford rice, assumed by the neighbors to be the new fiance of the poor ronin that lives in a shack, destined to be forgotten by history like everyone around them living humble and ordinary lives. And now that they've tasted it, they don't want to go back. They've fallen in love with this life, and have to live out the rest of the Waxing Moon Ritual knowing they don't have a choice about going back.
It's soooooo good. Such a perfect capture of that vintage Type-Moon feeling, I'd almost forgotten this wasn't even written by TM themselves but by the Fire Emblem Three Houses team.
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sp00kywrites · 4 months
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Hear me out- i'm cooking here some idea! Like- what if Sun wukong, Macaque (separatedly) met an Reader who is an Goddess of the Moon, like, not like Chang'e but mostly THE Protector! One of the elements, like, they met her when she was humming a tune while sitting on a little moon shape floaty thing (The Design might be inspired of Moonlight Cookie From Cookie run Ovenbreak/Kingdom! So you get an idea of how to do it <33) Some Headcanons??? I'll gladly love to read it! It can be Some fluff or something about them both having a crush on The Reader (bro's gonna go wild if they found out Reader is lesbi-) (jk,jk, just an nerd joke from the moonlight x sea fairy story)
Just an fan of Moonlight Cookie here! Love your fics <33
Stay healthy and keep yourself all good
-This dumb nerd
I LOVE COOKIE RUN TO!
This is my first,and (probably will always be) my favorite request ♡♡♡
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MACAQUE X MOON GODDESS! READER
Maybe a bit OOC
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MEETING!
Macaque never thought he'd stumble into a moon goddess but here he is!
After a fight with wukong, in wich macaque barely got away, he fled to a usually empty lake surrounded by woods .
He didn't expect the isolated area to be occupied by a women with almost glowing skin and a ethereal dress to be sitting elegantly on a Cresent moon like platform that floated 5 inches away from the water of the lake and gave off a white glow.
The woman hummed a soft tune that would put thousands of children to sleep. Though it was very quiet macaque would've been able to hear it from a mile away, he almost fell asleep as he felt the insomnia he's been plagued with for years slip away.
His black claws gripped onto the bark of a tree as he watched the lady for, he doesn't even know how long at this point.
Maybe his grip was to strong as the wood eventually let out a booming Crack and fell forward, right into the lake. The water splashed over the woman sitting in a Cresent moon.
HEADCANONS!!
I won't lie that man fled as soon as the wood gave out, faster then sonic i swear. Yet he found himself coming back to the same lake, to hear the same humming tune that you sung.
After awhile, I'd say 4 weeks, you'd finally introduce yourself. And boy did that shock the raven haired monkey as he thought he was being rather sneaky.
It takes a while for him to warm up to you but patience is perfection! And trust me eventually he did, and soon that friendship blossomed into something else.
He thought of you every night, everything about you intoxicated the guy. Your humming, your face, your eyes, and even how quiet you spoke.
He knew he had it bad but couldn't convince himself to confess, so what does he do? He ghosts you
For a pretty long times (cough 8 days) until you finally take actiona and burst into his dojo, your moon staff in hand, and demanded a explanation on why he was avoiding you.
After a long while of bickering he accidentally slips out a confession, you paused completely when you heard the words come out your mouth.
Oddly enough..you didn't mind it
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MEETING!
Ya'll know how in the books he was described to be a light weight drinker? Yeah it was true. And he's a man of bad luck to run into the same moon goddess that he treated so rudely in the past.
He was stumbling threw a forest, god knows how he got there, and ran into a glowing woman that sat sleepily on a Cresent moon. And when I say ran in I mean it, he ran full force into you by accident of course.
By the time you got up and held him by his collar the man was knocked out, he wanted to smack him over the skull buttt that wouldn't be very "elegant" for you (definitely not because you knew he was THE sun wukong)
So you dragged him to FFF mountain, all the way into the shame shack and threw him on his bed. But sadly this powerful demon had, in his sleep, gripped onto your flowing gown and pulled you onto the bed with him.
No matter how hard you wiggled or squirmed you were stuck being wukongs brand new stuffed toy for the night.
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He was out like a rock, you had to summon your staff and hit him a couple of times before he even opened a eye.
But oh boy when he did you screamed louder then any siren could in all 7 seas. Not from fear, but from hangover shock.
You scoffed at his girlish scream and turned your nose up to his lazy apology. As you went to the door the great sage folded over on the ground, and started breathing heavy? Was he gagging? Why- OH CRAP
I don't think I need to say what happened next, it ended with him bent over a toilet and you helping him up. You don't know how or why but you stayed for a good 6 hours just listening to the obviously touch deprived monkey, you could tell by how he clinged on your arm, ramble on and laugh at his antics in the past. Tha antics that caused alot of trouble to the moon you protected.
Turns out the great sage has some overpowering charm as you found yourself showing up to his house again
And again
And again
Until you memorized flower fruit mountain like it was the back of your hand.
The lonely great sage found himself growing fonder and fonder of you each day, he wondered why his heart beat so much, why his palm went sweaty or why he felt hot around you.
Until it hit him the day you cooked him a peach pie.
He had hearts in his eyes as he held your wrist, catching the steaming pie with his tail he looked you in the eye and said with much confidence.
"I love you!"
"I like woman-"
(JK)
(JK)
You stared with shock as the monkey man confessed his feelings, and as hard as a asteroid hitting the moon your lips crashed with his.
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dreamywriter143 · 11 months
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Quiet Love
Genre: Miscommunication, Angst, Unrequited love, Romance, Misunderstandings, slow-burn, Fluff ending.
Warnings: None, other then Y/n and Lo’ak being completely obvious to each others feelings.
Parings: Lo’ak x Y/n (Reader)  
Summary: Kiri and Y/n have been joined by the hip since their birth leading to a deep bond. It didn’t go unnoticed by Kiri how Y/n always seemed to get distracted by Lo’ak, her skxawng of a brother. But did he feel the same?
Word count: 7.2k (Sorry, please bare with me!)
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“What do you mean?” Y/n asks frantically, her voice wavering upon hearing the news Kiri relayed to her. Her legs felt like jelly under her best friend's stare, her heart beating erratically against her chest. Kiri held back her own tears, wrapping her arms around herself as if to hold herself together, as if to hold herself from falling apart.
After a close call with the RDA, when Lo’ak took his siblings and Spider to the old shack. It had been decided by Jake and Neytiri that they leave the clan. For the clans safety as well as their families safety.  Y/n was originally upset that Lo’ak didn’t include her in his adventure, but all the anger and betrayal washed off as soon as Kiri told her their final verdict. 
“They will announce Tarsem tomorrow. We’ll leave shortly after” she adds, walking across the tent to begin packing her own belongings. Y/n watches miserably, seeing how Kiri kept her eyes trained onto her mat, folding it up neatly. 
“B-but…this is your home!” Y/n whispers, her tone laced with urgency. 
She didn’t know what she was fighting for, the choice had already been made. And she knew it was for their safety, they were being hunted. But she couldn’t stop her pleas that slipped past her trembling lips. 
“This is our home Kiri…” she adds, crouching down to Kiri’s level, taking her hand gently into hers. 
Kiri lets out a shaky sigh, stopping her work to look up into the pleading irises of her dearest friend. Someone she considered her own sister, who stood by her at times when Kiri felt the lowest. 
When the clans' young ones would tease her about her fingers, her brothers fingers, Y/n was there to defend them. When Kiri missed her mother terribly after visiting her in the lab, Y/n was there to pick up the pieces. And when Kiri felt she was different, worried about feeling the nature breathe around her, as if it were one with her. Y/n was there to soothe her. The mere thought of leaving that comfort caused the knot in Kiri’s stomach to throb with pain. 
“Will you come with us?” Kiri asks, watching her words seep into Y/n as her eyes swarm with conflict. 
Y/n didn’t have a family, her father died during the great war many moons ago fighting alongside Jake Sully. And her mother died not long after her birth. Due to her mother being a wise healer, respected amongst the clan, she had connections with Mo’at, who immediately took Y/n in after her passing. Y/n grew up following her mothers footsteps of being a healer, bonding with Kiri during their many shared lessons. She also grew close with their family, as if she was one of the Sully’s. 
Y/n felt herself choke up at the thought of losing  them, losing her family. She didn’t know how she would function without seeing Tuk grow up. Attending lessons with Kiri and sneaking away to explore the nature around them at eclipse. Without training with Neteyam and complaining to each other regarding their duties. Without feeling the parental love Neytiri and Jake showered her with. And most importantly, without spending time slacking off with Lo’ak.  Her dearest Lo’ak, whom she grew forbidden feelings for. She would be a shell of herself if they were gone from her life. 
“I….I don’t have anything Kiri. You all….you’re all I have left. Please…take me with you” Y/n pleads softly embracing Kiri, letting her tears roll down her cheeks freely. Kiri returns the hug, cradling her head as she silently sobs. 
Unbeknownst to the two girls, Lo’ak stood outside the tent. His eyebrows furrowed with concentration and his teeth tightly clenched at the sounds of Y/n’s sobs. He felt awful for eavesdropping on them but he heard what he needed to hear. He felt guilty for not including Y/n on the adventure, and hearing what his father decided made him realize how easily he could lose Y/n.
His best friend. His quiet love. 
Hearing Y/n confirm that she wanted to be with his family lit a fire within him, his steps hurried as he left the tent to go find his father. He knew he didn’t have to beg too hard for Y/n to join them, Y/n  was practically like a family. 
Lo’ak feels a small smile tug at his lips. He was going to leave everything he knew, everything he grew up knowing. But a small part of him was relieved to the moon and back that Y/n would join them. 
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Lo’ak tightens his bags on his Ikran who screeches loudly, everyone has begun to get ready for the flight. The ceremony had just ended and the Sully’s were getting ready to embark on their journey, all with solemn expressions of sadness. 
 Lo’ak turns around his eyes flickering to the sound of Y/n whispering to her Ikran. His eyes land on Y/n, her eyes swollen. Her cheeks red with stains of her tears that she had shed earlier at the ceremony. 
Feeling his throat tighten at the sight he quietly walks towards her, his palms grew sweaty as he neared her presence. Even with everything that is going on, Lo’ak felt his heart rate quicken at the mere sight of her. 
His childhood friend who grew to become a beautiful Na’vi, gaining respect amongst her clan for being a great healer at such a young age. 
The way she cooed at her Ikran as she nuzzled her face into its neck sent a fury of butterflies through his stomach. He didn’t know when, but growing up with her constantly by his side brought such light and warmth into his life. Watching her follow him and his sister through their many journeys were the highlight of his days. But somehow along the way, she had also captured his heart. 
But he knew this was not meant to be. Y/n never showed any interest in him, nor any other male that presented themselves as a potential mate. And there were many suitors.
 This led to  Lo’ak always watching her from afar. Afraid to make a move, not wanting their friendship to diminish at the cost of his inner feelings.  He would rather face a palulukan alone at the cost of his life,  then lose this friendship that meant so much to him. 
“Lo’ak?” Y/n calls softly. 
Lo’ak jolts, his posture straightening as he  realizes he was so lost in thought he was mindlessly gazing at her.
 “Are you ok?” She asks again, softly. 
She takes a step towards him, her tiny warm hand settling on his shoulder. It sent an electric current throughout his body at her touch. Clearing his throat he looks back into her eyes. 
“I’m ok. Are you?” He asks, making her eyes soften at his words. 
“I’m fine, how is your brother?” She asks, nodding to where Neteyam was, his ceremonial cloak  sat on his shoulders as if it were weighing him down. His jaws tightly clenched as he mounted his Ikran with ease. 
Lo’ak frowns at Y/n’s words. He came to check up on her, and she was asking about Neteyam?
 “He has been quiet through the entire ceremony. It must have been hard on him, working his entire life to be Olo'eyktan. Only for the title to be given to someone else….I worry for him. It pains me to see my brother like that” she whispers, her eyes sorrowful as she looks at Neteyam. 
Lo’ak feels his heart sink at her words, and her expression. The truth he always tried to avoid, the fact Y/n loved him and his siblings as if they were her own. He knew how much Y/N cared for them, how she looked to them as if they were her family.  There was truth to that, Neytiri and Jake always made her feel included. It was as if they adopted her without verbal consent. It just...happened.
This just further proved to him the wedge in between them would never change. She would look at Tuk, Kiri and Neteyam as if they were her brothers and sisters. Lo’ak would be nothing more than a brother in her eyes. 
Lo’ak opens his mouth to respond but closes it realizing the thick lump in his throat prevented him from speaking. 
“Alright, let’s go”  Jake announces , Lo’ak taking  this as his cue to leave. He offers Y/n a timid smile before walking away, letting her hand brush down his arm. He fights the way his heart flutters at the feeling, walking towards his Ikran. 
Y/n frowns at his cold shoulder, but chalks it up to feeling overwhelmed. It’s been a long and emotional day for everyone. 
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“Alright, easy” Jake instructs, raising his hands slightly to show no aggression as he leads the Sully’s and Y/n toward the gathering Na’vi. Feeling uncomfortable Y/n catches Lo’ak’s glance towards her. She turns to walk beside him but he quickly shakes off her stare walking to Neteyam instead, leaving her to scurry after Kiri. 
Kiri clutched her knitted shawl around her as they settled in the middle of the crowd. Feeling fear wash over her Y/n quickly looks down, her heart rate quickening. She heard how they whispered around her, how they stared at them with their wandering judgmental eyes. 
Y/n’s ears twitch at the sound of a splash nearby. Turning her head she notices how Neteyam and Lo’ak are both focused on the sea. She watches with great heartbreak as a beautiful Na’vi emerges from the blue, with the steady gaze of Lo’ak on her. She catches how Neteyam throws Lo’ak a small smirk before facing forward. Feeling her heart sink at the sight Y/n quickly looks away. Occasionally glancing back at Lo’ak. 
Lo’ak is mesmerized by the beautiful Na’vi, he couldn’t seem to look away. The way the water cascaded down her form as she walked towards his family. He knew she was the definition of beauty, but even under these conditions Lo’ak couldn’t help but silently agree that Y/n are more beautiful, more ethereal.
Just as she walks to stop the boys who were bothering them Lo’ak opens his mouth to call a quick greeting but stops when he feels eyes on him. He whips his head towards Y/n’s direction seeing how she was focused on the sand beneath her. Her eyes brows forced into concentration as she bit lips. 
Lo’ak felt defeated thinking she was looking at him. ‘Why would she be watching me?’ He thinks bitterly. She didn’t see him in that light. Never has, never will. 
He turns back to the girl, forcing a smile. The girl giggles under his stare, watching him and his family. ‘New home, might as well move on’ Lo’ak thinks to himself. Forcing his feelings down. 
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The adjustment from the forest to the sea was excruciating. Kiri got a hang of the lessons pretty easily. Lo’ak and Neteyam worked to the bone to adjust just as fast. 
Y/n however, kept facing obstacles that seemed to deter her from reaching her goal. Kiri always held out a helping hand but Y/n couldn’t help feeling like a burden to their family. She couldn’t help the distaste of disappointment in her mouth. 
Y/n lets out a loud sigh, her eyes watching the waves that crashed against the rock she sat perched upon. It didn’t help that she also noticed her best friend Lo’ak becoming distant. On many occasions she tried approaching him. He simply brushed her off.
He  either seemed completely uninterested or ran off to who Eywa knows where with some lame excuse. It caused the poor Na’vi immense  pain seeing him run off to Tsireya from time to time. 
Her fingers fiddle around the arm band she was currently working on, weaving the pearls and shells delicately into the woven sea glass. She wanted to give it to Lo’ak as a gift, and hopefully get on his good graces. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had done something wrong to upset him. 
“Hey” a small voice calls, snapping her from her daze. 
She was so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized when Neteyam approached her and sat beside her, glancing at the arm band in between her fingers.
 “Have you spoken to Lo’ak?” 
A knowing look adorning his face. Neteyam was the only Sully who knew of Y/n’s deep infatuation for Lo’ak. At least, he was the only Sully who acted upon it. Kiri knew Y/n liked her brother before Y/n came to acknowledge it herself! 
Kiri just refuses to aid in the idea of it,  pretending she cannot see the way Y/n’s eyes light up when Lo’ak enters her vision. Or the way Y/n’s cheeks flush purple under his stare. And the way Y/n’s eyes would always wander around aimlessly, as if always looking for him. 
“I’ll take that as a no” Neteyam says chuckling at the h/c girls lack of response. 
Y/n shrugs, leaning onto his shoulder. She lets her sadness wash down her, her weight leaning onto Neteyam. She enjoyed moments like this, even though Neteyam was burdened with such responsibilities at all time. He always offered his shoulder to Y/n. He was an ideal brother. 
“Have I done something Neteyam?” Y/n asks softly, putting the arm band away stashed in her little pouch tied to her loincloth. She collected many shells over the past few weeks, in many shapes and colors that reminded her of Lo’ak. 
“No, he’s just a skxawng. Give him time, knowing my brother he won’t be able to stay away from you too long” Y/n’s lips twitch at the words. Finding humor at a time like this
 “Do you want to join me for a liu ride?” Neteyam asks, standing up. He extends his hands making the girl frown at the gesture. “Neteyam, you know I have trouble holding my breath” she sulks, reluctantly taking his hand. He pulls her up, scoffing in response. 
“Don’t worry, we won’t be diving. I’ll also teach you. Extra lessons couldn’t hurt now, could it?” He hums, amused. 
Y/N squeezes his hand realizing all this was being done so she wouldn’t be sad. She felt grateful for having a brother like him in her life. 
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“Back of fish lips!” Lo’ak hisses, walking towards the group. He made sure to create distance between them and his sister who they were harassing earlier. 
His strides don’t falter as he sizes up Ao’nung who smirks at his presence. He eyes scan him up and down, his smirk deepening as they land in his fingers. 
“Oh look, another four fingered freak!” Ao’nung mocks raising his hands as if to bring more attention to Lo’ak. 
The other three start tugging at his tail, and his hands. Tossing names here and there. Lo’ak falters for a mere second, as flashbacks from his home dance across his vision. 
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“The son of Toruk Makto, and he has five fingers?” 
“He’s an alien!” 
“He has demon blood” 
“He’ll never live up to his brother. How pathetic” 
Lo’ak heard the whispers, heard the insults being thrown at him. They usually rolled down his back, nestling in his heart to cause pain as he would reminiscence  on it later. He didn’t brother opening his mouth because a part of him knew he was unworthy. 
He wouldn’t be seen as anything but a demon. He bit this togue, not wanting to start a fight when he had a clear disadvantage. Just as he turns to leave a figure comes rushing in, the way she stomped up to them caused the beads on her locks to clash together with force. 
“Hey!! SKXAWNG!!!” Y/n hisses wildly, coming to stand in front of Lo’ak. His eyes widen seeing her expression. She looked furious, but also fearless under the eyes of the four boys in front of her. 
“You better ba-“ 
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“Back off…..Now!” Neteyam growls. Lo’ak blinks, shaking his head off the memory that rendered him speechless. His eyes widened seeing Neteyam, his finger pressing against Ao’nungs chest. 
Feeling warmth on his shoulder, he turns to see Y/n. His deep breaths falter at the sight of her. This close. Touching him. Her eyes were trained on Neteyam and Ao’nung. Her jaw clenched tightly and her ears flattened against her locks. 
The girl he had forced himself to avoid for the past few weeks. The very same girl that plagued all of his thoughts. He couldn’t understand how she came to his rescue again, after all he had been doing. 
“Smart choice…” Neteyam notes as Ao’nung raises his hands in defeat. Y/n takes this moment to glance back at Kiri. Seeing her friend offer a tiny smile she turns to Lo’ak, who she held back as Neteyam took care of the situation. 
Her eyes widened seeing Lo’ak’s eyes already steadily on her. His eyes furrowed as he kept glancing down to where her hand was. In Y/n’s eyes it seemed like a look of disgust, causing her to quickly remove her hands. But in truth, it was a look of despair. He knew it was just a sister-ly touch. Nothing more, nothing less. 
“S-sorry” she whispers feeling embarrassed. Clearly Lo’ak was upset, he turns his head away scoffing in response. Neteyam finishes talking to the group, turning back to his siblings. He whispers a quiet ‘c’mon’, before leading them away. 
“They’re freaks, the whole family. They even have Y/n follow them around. As if she were a pet!” 
Ao’nung adds, causing Lo’ak to stop mid step . He sees the color drain from Y/n’s face at the words. Neteyam immediately tenses up, Turning to the boys. He goes to step towards them but Lo’ak holds his hands up. 
“Don’t worry bro, I got this” he growls leaving the trio. Kiri clutches onto Y/n’s  trembling hands as she stares into the sand below her. 
‘Is that what I am? Am I just a pet, always following them around….Am I that much of a burden? Am I even worth it to even be considered a…Sully…..it took a bunch of skxawng’s for me to real-’
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“It’s called a punch bitch! Don’t ever touch my sister again!!!” Lo’ak growls at the surprised boy, clutching his nose where Lo’ak had landed his punch. Y/n’s eyes widen, forgetting about the tears that cascaded down her cheeks. 
Watching how the group began attacking Lo’ak Y/n feels her body lurch forward. Trying to aid Lo’ak or at least pull him away. Neteyam stops her, his hand firmly on her shoulder. He offers a small smile before marching towards the tousling group. 
Y/n feels herself calm down thinking Neteyam will break them up. Much to her surprise Neteyam joins the fight, landing a few punches and kicks before being thrown down himself. Y/n sputters in disbelief.
“This so stupid!!” Kiri calls, taking Y/n’s hands into her. The girls couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Sure they were all going to go through hell because of this fight, but it was funny to watch. Especially seeing how Lo’ak and Neteyam were able to hold their own against 4 Na’vi boys.
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Y/n waits outside her family marui patiently for Lo’ak and Neteyam. She heard Jake’s booming voice as he lectured the two. She felt her heart race as her guilty conscious settled in. She should have stopped them, She could hold herself in a fight if needed. But what Ao’nung had said had thrown her off. His words pierced  through her like knives. She couldn't help but feel defeated. 
Hearing the sound shuffling come near the door Y/n looks up as Jake is the first to walk out. His eyes scan her form for any injuries before signing out loud. 
“Can you please tend to Lo’ak. He’ll be apologizing to Ao’nung right after '' Jake declares loudly as Lo’ak follows his father out. 
His head hung low as Y/n noticed the scratches all over his body and face. Neteyam follows Jake out before sending Y/n a half grimace half smile, the cut on his lip effecting his expression. Just as Jake and Neteyam disappear Y/n turns to Lo’ak. Usually they always have friendly banter, a feeling of comfort always surrounding them whenever they are together. But now? A thick tension filled the air.
“Come” Y/n urges shyly, walking inside the hut. Luckily Lo’ak follows after her, opting to keep his mouth shut. He watches how she settles on her mat, which was far from his. A choice he made once they arrived here. The more he looked at it, the more he regretted the decision. He would never turn down the opportunity to cuddle up against her.
 But he had to. He had to be strict. No more acting like this union would ever work. He would never force that on Y/n. 
“Sit down” Y/n says, snapping him away from his thoughts. Lo’ak feels his stomach flutter as she looks up at him, her big round eyes that always caught his attention peering up at him. What he would do to grab her face. Cup her cheeks into her palms only to memorize every inch of her face. He grits his teeth at the warm fuzzy feeling inside him, plopping down in front of her sitting cross legged. 
Y/n stays silent taking the pre-made paste she had stashed in her belongings. It was yalana bark, something Kiri had told her about and urged her to make a lot of. Y/n was amazed with its healing properties as well as the fact it barely stung upon contact. She warms up the paste in between her fingers occasionally taking glances towards Lo’ak. 
She caught his stare on her, steady and unwavering. He held an expression she couldn’t quite decipher. Was it anger? Disgust? Or…longing? Y/n scoffs silently at her wandering thoughts, reaching up to apply the paste to his upper right cheek. Lo’ak flinches upon contact, but ignores the feelings stirring within him. 
“Thanks” Y/n whispers, so quiet that anyone else would have missed it. Not Lo’ak, whenever he is near Y/n he is always on alert. Registering the smallest sounds that escaped her. It was as if he was hyper aware of her presence at all times.
 “For?” He inquired, uncharacteristically calm. 
“You know..for standing up for Kiri…for standing up for me” she whispers, gently caressing the bruise. Making sure not to hurt him. Lo’ak scoffs, he rolls his eyes turning his gaze away from her eyes that tries to maintain eye contact.
 “Of course. I couldn’t let Fish Lips say things about my…family” Lo’ak replies, the word family feeling so thick on his tongue. Y/n smiles sadly. 
“I’m not your family Lo’ak” she states, her eyes misting up as she recalled what Ao’nung had said.
 ‘Pet’ 
“What do you mean?” Lo’ak demands, a little too harshly. He regretted his tone when he saw how Y/n had flinched. 
“You know….I don’t have a family. I’m always wandering around, looking for a purpose. I just happen to…follow your family….more than most” Y/n whimpers out. Her ears betrayed her expression. She clenched her jaws attempting to hold in her tears. But her ears flattened against her head, showing how vulnerable she was really feeling. 
“What are you saying Y/n? Forget what he said, I’ll fucking deal with him later. You are apart of the Sully’s. You are apart of our family” Lo’ak presses. He didn’t want to say these words, but in his eyes; who was he to deny Y/n his family when that’s all she’s ever longed for? He will be her brother, if that’ll make her happy. He’ll sacrifice everything for her, even his love. 
Y/n smiles fondly at his declaration, finishing up with the application of the paste. After she wipes her hands she looks at him, seeing how his eyes followed her every movement, her smile falters thinking back to how she's been receiving his cold shoulder for the past few weeks.
 “If I’m family Lo’ak, why have you been pushing me away?” Y/n asks, more like pleads. The words cause Lo’ak’s calm demeanor to break. His jaws lock at her words, his eyes slightly squinting.
“I haven’t been pushing you away Y/n” he says through clenched teeth. 
“Bullshit!” Y/n shouts, a word she had learned from Lo’ak over the years. Lo’ak’s eyes widened at her tone. 
“Don’t lie to me Lo’ak. You know how close we are, how close we were! You are avoiding me-“ Y/n feels her tears stream down her face. Ignoring the tears she continues on with her rant. 
“-You don't want to hang around me anymore, you don't want to be near me and you use stupid excuses to evade me…E-everytime!” she whimpers. The words are like stones in Lo’ak’s heart. His mouth hangs low, unsure of what he could say. 
 “I-I don’t know if it’s because of something I did! Or because you’re so busy falling in love with Tsireya-” 
“What?” Lo’ak growls at the mention of Tsireya. 
Y/n’s ears pin down at his tone. His eyes glare down at her before he stands up abruptly. Y/n also stands up, realizing she had over stepped. So what if he was in love with Lo’ak. If Lo’ak loved Tsireya she was no one to talk badly about her. She opens her mouth to apologize but Lo’ak raises his hand to motion her to keep her mouth shut. 
“Don’t speak of her that way” Lo’ak growls, his tail trashing behind him. 
 Over the past weeks that he’s been suffering from not being near Y/n, he had been seeking comfort from Tsireya. Who helped him immensely, she taught him that he cannot bury feelings that rang so deep within his soul. She taught him that he can still love Y/n from afar. That loving her despite everything wasn't a sin. She was a precious friend to him. 
The way Lo’ak defended Tsireya caused something to snap within Y/n, her eyes squinting into a glare, her fangs bared. She had been pinning over Lo’ak for years, and granted he saw her as a sister. That didn't mean he had the right to toss her aside as if she were nothing.
“Oh yea? Fine! I won’t. But don’t pretend you care about me, your ‘family’ when you’re so busy with her!” Y/n snaps. All these days weaving an arm band for him in silence , and alone began to fuel her anger. 
“Y/n I do care. Fuck, I care more than you think, I don’t li-“ Lo’ak tried to reach for her hand but Y/n is quick to slap it away. 
“No you don’t!! I’m not some kind of toy. I have feelings, I feel things! You didn't care for me like that, if you did maybe you’d know how I feel? Maybe you’d know why my heart shatters at the sight of you and Tsireya huddled together day in and day out!” Y/n hisses. Wiping her array of tears.
Lo’ak is frozen in place, unsure of what he had heard. 
‘Was that a confession? Did she…with me? No…’
 Lo’ak mentally fights himself as Y/n brushes past him in a hurry. Feeling their shoulders collide Lo’ak snaps from his trance. 
“Wait!” He calls following her out the hut. The moment she was out of his sight he collided with a hard chest. 
“Lo'ak '' Jake says sternly looking down at his son. He saw Y/n run past him, in tears. He knew Lo’ak was to blame but he needed to handle one problem at a time. Lo’ak looks past his father, seeing Y/n’s still retreating figure. 
“Wait, dad one-“ if he left now he would be able to reach her.
“Not another word boy, You will go and apologize to Ao’nung. After which, and only after then can you go after Y/n” 
Lo’ak ear twitched in mild annoyance, every part of him wanted to find Y/n and clear the air. Was what she said true? Did he even hear her correctly? Was she jealous of his interactions with Tsireya?
Lo’ak desperately tried to argue back but Jake wouldn't let up, he dismissed him causing him to walk into  the sea in search of Ao’nung. All the while he couldn't help but feel the fluttery feeling deep within him grow with newfound hope. 
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“Y/n?” Kiri calls, she had been looking for said girl aimlessly round the village for a while now. She carefully walks toward Y/n, who was on the sand, her hands shuffle round frantically. Upon hearing Kiri’s voice Y/n’s head snaps to her. Her eyes were already swollen with tears. 
Kiri immediately crouches down to her level, taking her hands into hers. Wiping the sand off her hands she looks at her friend. Her eyebrows furrow seeing the tears against her puffy cheeks. She takes her other hand to wipe the tears, causing Y/n to sniffle. 
“What's wrong? I have been looking for you everywhere. Why are you crying?” Kiri asks, sitting on the sand fully. Her hands never leave Y/n’s as they interlock their fingers. Y/n shrugs, looking down. She was too ashamed to make eye contact with Kiri. 
She felt terrible for her outburst at Lo’ak earlier, accidentally spilling secrets she intended to take to her grave. And her heart gave out when she noticed the armband that she had been working on, gone. Nowhere to be seen. Ever since her departure from Lo’ak she had been retracing her steps in hopes of finding it. But still no luck. 
“I…lost something. I'm looking for it” she mumbles, her fingers twitching against  Kiri’s, who stays quiet.
“I..It was an armband, I've been working on it for weeks. I don't know where I lost it. It could have been when I joined Neteyam for a ride together on our Iiu or when the fight broke out” Y/n sputters out, her eyes misting over with fresh tears. Kiri sighs out, tracing patterns along the palm of Y/n’s hand in an attempt to soothe her.
“Who was it for?” Kiri asks softly
Y/n’s eyes widen, the blood drains from her face. She was aware that Kiri knew of her one-sided love for Lo’ak. Kiri just seemed annoyed whenever the topic is brought up. That's why Y/n always confided with Neteyam if she had any love related things to talk about.
“Is it for Lo’ak?” Kiri asks, taking her silence as a definite answer. Y/n shamefully nods, still afraid to look up at Kiri. Kiri sighs out loud, grumbling under her breaths. 
“You guys are such skxawng’s” she mutters, causing Y/n to look up, her face contorted in sadness. 
“No! I meant, you guys are skxawng’s in general. Not the fact you like Lo’ak and you made an armband for him” Kiri quickly dismisses. Y/ns frowns at her words. What had she done that deemed her an idiot?
“The point is, I’ll help you look for it. It has to be somewhere” she states. 
“You’ll help me look for it?....I thought you hated me liking Lo’ak” Y/n questions, confused. 
“I never said I hated the idea of you liking him! I just hated the idea of Lo’ak taking you away from me. Ever since you guys have become friends you've been spending less time with me…If he were to become your boyfriend you might forget who I am! Your best friend…your sister” Kiri admits, her ears  folding against her head at the truth. Y/n giggles, wiping the tears that laid forgotten against her cheeks. 
“Kiri, I will never leave you. We are sisters, there is nothing more powerful than the bond we share-” Y/n assures, smiling softly at her dearest friend. 
“-and nothing would change between me and Lo’ak. He likes Tsireya-”
“WHAT?” Kiri interrupts, her eyes wide. Y/n nods, her smile dropping as she recalls her conversion with Lo’ak. 
“Yes, he likes Tsireya….I was crying because we had an argument earlier-” Kiri nods, encouraging her to continue, all the while her hand clenched into a fist, hearing her friend panic over nothing. 
“-I told him how upset I am now that we're not spending time together. When I brought up Tsireya, he became so defensive. It was as if I had stabbed his heart by mentioning her….I became petty and ended up confessing at the end. I don't know how I can show my face.” Y/n admits, her tail swishing behind her.  
**THAWK**
“Ow! What was that for?” Y/n hisses, rubbing her forearm where Kiri’s hand landed a shift hit. 
“For being a skxawng. Are you blind?!?!” Kiri roars in frustration
“Are you seriously blind to how Lo’ak sees you? Y/n, he practically worships the soil you walk on. Why do you think I was worried about Lo’ak taking you away in the first place? It's because he reciprocates your feelings!!” 
Y/n flashes purple. Had she really been that blind? Had she been that caught up in her self pity she didn't notice Lo’ak gazing at her the way she gazed at him. With love?
“Kiri I-”
“Y/N!!! KIRI!!” Neteyam calls, running up to the duo. They stand up noting the fear in his irises. 
“Nete-”
“Lo’ak! Ao’nung took him out to the reef and left him there!” Neteyam informs. Y/n’s heart sinks to her stomach, her expression that of pure horror. 
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Y/n follows Neteyam and Kiri through the crowd. They heard the horns signaling the search party’s arrival. Y/n silently prayed to Eywa that Lo’ak had been brought back in one piece, safe. Neteyam breaks through the crowd, crouching down. Y/n stands behind him as Kiri follows suit.
 Y/N eyes immediately fell on Lo'ak who was glaring at Ao’nung, she felt her fear disappear only noticing minor scratches on his body. ‘He's back…he's safe’ She silently thanks Eywa for hearing her prayers. 
Lo’ak glances around the crowd as if searching for something, when his furrowed eyes land on Y/n, they soften immediately. It was as if he could see her, and only her. It was as if he had forgotten all the Na’vi surrounding him as he took a step towards her, only to be stopped by his father. 
Kiri pulls Y/n back, her hand firmly placed on Y/n’s shoulder. “We should go, let's head to the marui” she suggested, knowing very well Lo’ak would receive an earful from the parents. She was being a gracious sister, taking Y/n away from the scene to save Lo’ak from embarrassment. 
“But Kiri, We-” 
“Y/n?” a soft voice calls, surprising the two. Y/n’s eyes widen, feeling guilt pool deep in her stomach. Tsireya stood before them, tilting her head to a quiet part of the land. Kiri nods, following her, pulling a guilt stricken Y/n behind her. She felt horrible for what she had said about her, when she had done no harm. And after hearing that Lo’ak likes her back, she couldn't help but feel shameful for assuming things. 
After they follow her out to a more secluded part Tsireya turns to them. Her eyes mainly focused on Y/n who gulps nervously under her stare. Tsireya reaches into her pouch and pulls out an arm band, the very same armband Y/n had been working tirelessly over. A shocked gasp leaves her lips as Tsireya  hands it over to her, smiling sweetly. 
“I found it near your marui, you must have dropped it. I immediately recognized it to be yours, the beads match your necklace” Tsireya pipes up proudly. Y/n feels her eyes sting, her fingers gently tracing over the arm band. She must have dropped it when she ran away from Lo’ak, how foolish of her. 
“T-Thank you” Y/n chokes out, tears evading her vision. She felt immense relief upon seeing it. Safe and not swept away by the sea, which she is fearful of. 
“It’s for Lo’ak isn’t it?” Tsireya asks, causing Y/n to look up in surprise. Kiri muffles a snicker at her friend's expression as Tsireya smiled reassuringly. 
“I’m sorry, I know it’s not my business to pry in. But Lo’ak and I caught you a couple times working hard on that arm band-” Y/n flushes purple, wiping away her tears in embarrassment. Lo’ak saw her working on the arm band?!
“-and Lo’ak kept hoping you were making it for him…” Tsireya admits. Y/n feels her entire body heat up at the words. Lo’ak saw her work hard, and he wished it to be his?! Feeling her heart flutter with warmth Y/n grips the arm band tightly. She had no choice, it was as if Eywa was sending her signs. Signs that she should confess her love for him. 
“Thank you Tsireya, I was looking for this everywhere. And it is for Lo’ak. I’ll give it to him!” She declares, receiving smiles in return. She didn't know where this boost in confidence came from, but she needed it to help her with her confession.
Kiri lets out an awkward cough causing Tsireya to cover her mouth, holding back her own giggles. Unable to figure out was was so funny, Y/n follows Tsireya line of sight which was set on something behind her. In this case, someone. 
To Y/n’s horror, there stood Lo’ak. Huffing as if he had ran everywhere in search for them. A stupid carefree smile adorned his face, as if he forgot to acknowledge Tsireya and Kiri. His eyes solely on Y/n. 
Kiri and Tsireya quickly leave, quietly snickering amongst themselves.
Y/n’s ears burn under his stare, her tail thumping against the sand nervously. Her eyes catch how he glances at the arm band still held tightly between her fingers. His eyes flash with familiarity before she clears her throat. 
The tension was so thick you could cut it with  a knife. Lo’ak is the first to move. He takes two large strides, standing directly in front her. She could smell his comforting scent, it smelt of the sea but also the forest. Their home. So comforting, so familiar. Lo’ak catches his breath, eyes peering down at her.
 “Y-you’re ok, you're safe..” Y/n stutters out. 
She cringed at how small she sounded. Lo’ak chuckles at her words.
 “Yea, I’ll live” he teases softly, not missing how her ears twitch at the sound of his voice.
 His eyes trail over her form, her face. He takes in every stripe and freckle that adorned her face. With his life on the line after a near miss with an akula, Lo’ak had realized he had to do something about his feelings. He wouldn't forgive himself if he never let Y/n know how he felt. Watching her closely only made him feel grateful that he survived. That he was able to see her again. 
“Did Jake….did Jake say anything?” Y/n asks quietly, having the courage to look back at him. A lump forms in her throat  at the sheer intensity of his gaze. His smile disappears as he registers what she asked,  making Y/n dread what left her mouth. 
“Yea…reminded me how much of a disappointment I am” he says bitterly to cover his sadness. Y/n ‘s free hand reaches out to grab his shoulder, her eyes filled with understanding. She knows how Jake could be, how if not carefully calculated, his words can inflict a lot of damage. 
“I-I’m sorry….Lo’ak you are not a disappointment. You are more than that. You are s-special” she whispers. 
Lo’ak places his hand over hers, his entire hand engulfing her tiny dainty ones. His eyes trail over her face, accidently glancing at her lips before quickly looking back at her. Y/n pulls the arm band in between them. Her hands slightly shake as she clears her throat once again. 
“I made this for you…..I'm sorry for what I accused you of earlier. I should have tried harder to  make amends instead of assuming you were avoiding me….call this a..truce?” she suggested, holding up the delicately beaded band. 
Lo’ak’s eyes grow wide, his breathing hitched as he accepts the band. He traces his fingers over the intricately weaved pearls and shells. Had Eywa heard his desperate pleas? He couldn't help but notice how the band matched her necklace, much to his delight. 
“Is Neteyam getting one as well?” Lo’ak asks, trying to make it sound like he was teasing her. But it came out as a genuine question. 
Y/n visibly frowns, shaking her head. “No!...I made this for you” she assures unable to control her blush of embarrassment. 
“Oh, thank you…I’m flattered, really. I didn't know you could make something so nice!” Lo’ak says cheekily watching the embarrassment leave her body. A genuine grin spreading across her face. Now this, this felt comfortable. The playful banter, the smiles, the touches. This is what they missed out on.
“Thank you, I’ll cherish it forever.-” Lo’ak removes his hand for her as Y/n pulls back. He slides on the armband, loving how he had a part of her, on him. Forever.
“-But I cannot accept your apology” he states. Y/n frowns deeply at his words, hear heart sinking. 
“I cannot accept your apology, because what you said is true. I have been avoiding you” he admits, feeling his cheeks heat up. Y/n feels her eyes sting but chooses to stay quiet, urging him to continue. 
“I’ve been avoiding you, because it hurts me. It pains me to watch you knowing I can't kiss you, can't touch you. Knowing that you don't see me as I see you….I love you Y/n. I've never seen you as anything else but as a mate. I saw you turn down every Na’vi that tried to court you, I noticed how you treat my family. I can’t stay by your side pretending I'm ok with being your.....’brother’ ” Lo’ak confesses, his heart laid bare. He didn't realize he was crying until Y/n wiped them away with her warm hand. After wiping the tears, she cups his cheeks, making him look into hers. 
“Why do you think I turned down those Na’vi? Why do you think I always look for you? Try to be with you? Why do you think I made an arm band matching me??” Y/n whispers, her eyes following Lo’ak who took in a shaky breath. 
“Oel ngati kameie Lo’ak, always have” she whispers against his lips. (I See You Lo’ak, always have”
 Tip toeing in the slightest. Lo’ak’s lips ghost over hers as his tail stands straight at her confession. Feeling a shiver go down his spine, Lo’ak wraps his hand around her waist and the other cradles her neck as he pulls her in for a heated kiss. 
Their bodies pressed together heartedly as they expressed their love, love that had been hidden from one another for years. The warmth that spreads across Y/n’s chest was unimaginable as she reached up to pull Lo’ak deeper into the kiss, her fingers intertwining with his locks. Lo’ak whimpers into kiss, his ears twitching excitedly. Their breaths mold together as one before Lo’ak traces his tongue gently against her lips, Y/n graciously opens her mouth as their tongues mold together. The need for air being the only reason the two parted, leaning their foreheads against one another. Their pants mingle together, as their lovestruck gaze doesn't falter. 
“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that….” Lo’ak says breathlessly. Y/n giggles, relishing the way Lo’ak held her by her waist tightly. As if afraid she'd disappear. Lo’ak leans down, burying his face into the crevice of her neck, inhaling deeply. He felt a deep rumble from deep within, something like a purr slip past his lips. Now that he got a taste of her, he knew he could never stay away. 
“I was going crazy…Loving you from afar. Staying quiet about my love for you” he murmurs, pulling back. He carefully reaches up, noticing the goosebumps that litter her body against his tingling touch. He rests his hand  over her heart, acting as though it were his. Because in truth, it was. 
“Now, I have nothing to hide... you are mine, and I am yours” Lo’ak murmurs softly causing Y/n to tear up. Such loving words, words that Y/n dreamt of every night. Finally coming true.
“Oel ngati kameie Y/n”
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A/N: If you stayed till the end, thank you for reading! I felt like our little troublemaker lacked some love so I decided to write a slow-burn/idiots in love troupe😂
I’m still taking requests so please let me know!! Thanks
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When you put your Sad Wolf Cupcake* down and can't pick it up again until the Maker remembers to turn on bb.moveobjects.
*Aubrey had baked them intending for her and Wolfgang to eat during the premiere, hahaha
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Hi!
Can I request Maddox with a darling who lives to read, maybe he catches her reading some old romance books in an abandoned house they shack up in or something like that
Btw I live your writing ♥️
As someone who loves to read I am obligated to write for this req 😤🫡 Thanks for the request tho!! Hope you like it :-)
Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Bookworm Reader
CW// Maddox is annoying, Reader being a little perv Masterlist Here!!
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The new house Maddox found was lovely. It had decently okay furniture and a vast collection of old books on the shelf. It's small with only two bedrooms and one bathroom but it was charming. But what caught your interest was the big oak wood bookshelf. You couldn't even remember the last time you picked up a book. Being on the run with Maddox made time fly.
"Who would leave all these books behind? They're all in great condition." You mutter to yourself as you take a blue and purple book with gold trim off the shelf. Tracing your fingers down the spine of the hardcover novel you appreciate the craftsmanship. It was clearly expensive, something you could no longer afford. Your Dad bought you many books like these but now you were pretty much broke. You only had Maddox to rely on now.
Speaking of Maddox you had no clue where he was. Which you didn't really care, he always disturbed your peace. Cracking open the book you sit down on the loveseat and start reading. It was a romance book about a huntsman who fell in love with a duchess. The story was beautiful as it was exhilarating.
"Oh wow, you into that kinda stuff?"
You snap the book shut instantly, a mini cloud of dust poofs from the pages. Maddox chuckles huskily behind you, leaning down and resting his chin on the back of the loveseat.
"Oh don't be embarrassed princess, it was getting to the good part. What did it say again? Oh! Ahem-"
Maddox coughs into his hand and smirks. Deepening his voice he quotes the passage in a deep, British-like accent,
"He caresses the duchess' milky thighs, her womb felt of silk wrapped around his ma-"
"OH HUSH!" You whip around and smack the outlaw's head, his hat nearly flying off. But he only laughs at your flustered state.
"You're filthy." You groan and put the book back on the shelf where it was. But Maddox follows behind you and takes the book into his own hands and opens it up. Skimming through the pages he smirks.
"I'm filthy? Sweetheart you're the one readin' this junk." Maddox shuts the book and puts it back. Putting his hand up on the shelf he leans against it while looking down at your shorter self.
"Well it is a romance book." Rolling your eyes you choose a different book. This time you pick a title you're familiar with, Pride and Prejudice.
"Now leave me alone you brute. I'd like to relax for once." With that you walk away and go outside. Finding a nice tree you sit beneath it and read the book. Reading reminded you of home, the home that was ripped from you. In a way it was escapism which is unhealthy but a girl can dream right?
Hours pass and the sun begins to set, casting an orange glow across the cloudy sky. The words on the page become harder to read as the sun sinks lower and the moon rises. You didn't want it to end. You know you could read inside but that damn outlaw was inside. You just wanted to stay out here forever with the natural ambience of wind and birds.
Footsteps approach you and you already know who it is. Looking up you see him. Black denim jeans, a burgundy vest, twin revolvers around his waist, and a dark brown cowboy hat on his head. And of course that bandana covering the bottom half of his face. Anytime you asked him about his face he got ticked off so you avoided the subject. But you couldn't help but be curious.
"You're starin' sweetheart." His husky voice breaks the silence. There’s a hint of a Spanish accent mixed in with his Southern drawl. You can't help but think about what it would be like if you and him met under different circumstances. Would he save you from bandits? Offer to buy you a drink at the saloon?
Would you two have a storybook romance just like in the books you adore?
"Hey."
He's right in front of you now, crouched to your height. His gloved hand pets your hair and you're frozen. He has you in a trance that you make no effort to free yourself from. His dark amber eyes are crinkled in slight concern over your unusual silence.
"What..?" You say softly.
"It's gettin' dark. Unless you wanna be dinner for the coyotes then I suggest comin' back in. I'll cook up some beans so hurry your little bum up."
Well there goes the moment. You groan and get up off the grass, your back cracking as you stretch. Your eyes watch as Maddox walks back into the house. His hips sway as he walks, you never really payed attention to that before. His ass looks pretty round in those pants to-
"Ugh, what is wrong with me.." Groaning, you follow after him.
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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year
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Woven Serpents (Part 1): Namor x Mutant!Reader
I am writing this because 1. I love Namor in the new Black Panther and 2. I've been waiting for an idea to pop into my head. Now the time has come.
synopsis: as a disgraced woman with healing powers, you find yourself on the recieving end of a favor from a feathered-serpent god.
wc: 1k
tw: thoughts of death
next part
"You, girl."
Your hands are covered in mud from the ground; chalky, dried mud that you can feel caked under your nails. You turn to the sound of the voice as you try to wash your hands in the water, each dunk proving less successful than the first.
"Yes, you." With a dissatisfied look, the man standing in the doorway comes closer to you, his face screwed up in disgust. "Witch."
"I'm not a witch," you whisper low enough to escape his hearing. "What do you need from me?"
The man opens his hand, showing you what looks to be a set of feathers. "He is here." You straighten your spine and look at the white plumes closely. A whole wing, you note, recoiling a fraction. Not just a few feathers. Your eyes with the man's and he averts his gaze, looking at the bed you've set up for yourself, make for yourself, tend to yourself in the small shack the village has put you in. "He demands to be healed."
"I am not the only healer," you begin, but you're silenced with a quick slap across the face.
"Heal him." The wing is tossed at you, and you watch two blue men drag their leader into your hut. K'uk'ulkan.
Your eyes look upon the god who looks more man than serpent, and for a brief moment, you hear the beating of your own heart freeze. You want to admonish the blue men for striding into your cramped living space without acknowledging you - but that would be normal. You don't feel the urgent need to do anything as they settle their diety on your bed, adjusting him, so his left leg is lifted.
The half-god half-man's eyes slide to your position at the far side of the room, and he pants a little, his scratched cheek turning towards you.
"My wing," he speaks, a rasp from what you expect to be a thundering voice and angry words. But as you near him, there is only the rattle of a broken man, and a beaten one, at that. You glance at his companions nervously, and with a few words, he sends them away, flicking his fingers at them impatiently. Only then do you kneel next to him and see his chapped lips and the sheen of sweat on his skin.
"My wing."
You do not speak as you touch his foot, holding it lightly in your dirty fingers and pressing the wing to it carefully. You close your eyes, praying for a miracle to happen so you can be free from K'uk'ulkan's presence. The wing flutters in your hand and your eyes snap open quickly, taking in the sight of the healed appendage. You let out a breath you did not know you were holding, then step back, watching the diety slowly stand to his now-healed feet.
"You will be rewarded for this," he speaks simply, unhurriedly trekking to your basin of water. He dips into the water with a single hand but quickly removes it, noticing the dirt floating about. Shame is evident on your face as he turns to look at you, confused, then begins a slow retreat from your hut.
You don't open your mouth to thank him for his mercy, nor do you open your mouth to apologize. The Feather Serpent god disappears into the water with his men, leaving you as the most hated person on the island. Again.
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Your reward takes its sweet time arriving to you.
Day after day, night after night, week after week, you wonder if the god will come to ask you what your wish is. What you want. What you want him to give you.
And every night you fall asleep wishing he would give you the only thing you've ever desired - a swift and painless death as an escape. But morning comes, and all you're greeted with is shame, disgust, and looks you cannot erase from your mind.
By the time the sun and moon have done their dance in the sky seventy times, you find yourself fed up with the insults, the attacks, the anger... You feel the mud caked underneath your fingernails and snap.
Healer. You kick sand at no one, angry at the world for making you this way. Healer but you killed your mother at birth. Healer but your father abandoned you on the other side of the world with nothing, not even a 'goodbye.' Healer but no one considered you helpful unless they were trying to hide from the single most powerful man they'd known all their life.
They wished you would die so they could clean their hands of you and demolish your hut. Well, today would be the last day of that.
"It's not fair," you choke out, holding the cold sand in your hands as you fall to your knees. "It's not right."
"It's not." The voice makes you stiffen. You don't raise your eyes to look upon the face of the god in the moonlight, nor do you miss the sound of the feathers at his ankles. "It's not right."
A hand touches your head, and you peek up, meeting the diety's eyes. They're black and endless, almost like the depths of a starless night. Even so, you can see a hint of kindness. "You are not appreciated, my child," he whispers. The sharp smell of the sea breeze eases your mind, but when he touches your skin with tender, thick fingers, you flinch, remembering the danger... the ever-present danger that hung in thick curtains around the man in front of you. "We would appreciate you."
"We?" you croak through your tears.
"Talokan would appreciate you. A healer like you would set my people at ease." You blink, digesting his words.
"Talokan?" The diety's eyes darken, and he rises. He holds his hand to you, and you reach out to take it, standing shakily.
"Come. I will show you." You nod, prepared to walk into the water with him. "But if I show you," he warns, raising a brow. "You will not be able to leave. Choose wisely."
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Flufftober Day: "4+1"
Pairing: Sirius Black x animagus!Hufflepuff!reader
Summary: 4 times the marauders saw a big white dog plus the time they "adopted" it.
Word count: 1 282
Warnings: none, just fluff
Author's note: English is not my first langage, so please be mindful. Also, do not hesitate to tell me if there is any mistakes, i'll rectify it.
Author's feelings: I like the begining, i like the ending less. i might try to re-write it once the flufftober is over.
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(Image found on google, credits to the original artist)
The first time the marauders met the dog was during a full moon. They were out during the night to go to the Shrieking Shack but Remus’ transformation appeared earlier and he shifted in the middle of the woods. It was a very difficult full moon that night, the three other men struggled to keep the wolf in the forest and not wandering outside towards the school or the villages. Peter had yet to transform, he was scared of the wolf he had to admit. It was comprehensible, when a full grown were-wolf is charging at you, you either run and die or are paralysed by fear and die. Luckily, a bark that didn’t sound like Sirius’ pulled him out of his paralysis just in time for him to shift in his rat form and dodge the wolf’s paw swing. It was now that a big white dog came out of nowhere, took Wormtail in its mouth and ran probably the fastest it could away from the wolf. The rat squeaked when he felt the teeth around his smaller form but realized the dog was still mindful to not squeeze too tight to hurt him. The dog finally released the rat a few meters away from the wolf who fortunately didn’t chase after them. Sirius went to check on his friend scared the dog was ill-intentioned but found it gently releasing the small animal and booped it with its nose as if to ask if he was alright.
After this, the unfamiliar dog ended up helping them during the whole duration of the full moon’s effect on Remus. The dog left before the sun rise, much to Sirius’ chagrin who would have liked to spend more time with a fellow dog.
“Mate, stop mopping, you’ll meet this dog again.” James tried to cheer him up later the next with a slap on the shoulder.
And he did meet the dog again. Around a month later. It was snowing heavily on the ground of Hogwarts and the marauders decided to have some fun and pull pranks in the snow when, at some point, Sirius heard a bark in the distance. He turned to his friends who heard it as well and, when they nodded, he sprinted to a secluded era and shifted in a dog, following a scent in the snow to find a white dog, the same white dog, playing in the snow as well. It was playfully growling and biting the snow when he arrived. He approached carefully when the other dog noticed his presence, head low but tail wagging gently to show he wanted to play. The white dog got into a play stance, head on the ground, butt in the air, tail wagging left and right and Sirius mimicked. The other dog jumped at him, biting his ear playfully and the two dogs started to play-fight. It lasted a while, until the two dogs were lying on the ground, paws in the air and tongues lolling out of their mouths. Sirius wondered if he should risk his new dog friendship and decided to roll on his side and shift back in his human form once the dog was looking at him. He saw the momentary shock on the dog’s face before he was the one surprised when the white dog also shifted to a human form. What was his surprise to see, in the place the dog once was lying in, the cute Hufflepuff he talked and joked with when they walked into each other in the hallways. They laughed it off and continued to lay on the ground for a while again, this time as humans, talking and laughing with each other.
“Shift back.” they had asked at some point.
Sirius was confused but obliged, seeing them do the same short after. The white dog slapped its paw on Sirius’ side, leaving snow paw print on the black fur. The dog then booped its nose against the side of his muzzle before leaving, strutting happily and disappearing behind the castle. Sirius was sure in this instant they had just flirted with him and quite literally marked him as theirs. At least, it was what he now firmly believed as he returned to his friends, doing a show of parading with the paw print in front of them. Today he did not just win a never ending list of teasing puns, he also got a situation-ship with another animagus, and by the little show he did, earned them a new nickname: “Snowpaw”.
The third time the marauders saw the white dog, was one evening when they were all in their dorm room. Well everyone except Sirius who claimed had some business he needed to do. So when James saw by the window his friend, in his dog form, running towards the lake where the white dog was waiting for him, he gasped dramatically. The noise attracted the other two boys who where quick to gather at the window to see a black dog and a white one sitting by each other on the lake shore, their tails on top of the other’s.
“-He didn’t tell us he had a date!” James voice was so high pitched with excitement, it could shatter glass.
“-Probably because he knows we will tease him for having a date with a dog.” Remus deadpanned.
“-I am the only one who realized this dog acts like Padfoot? Maybe its an animagus too.” Peter suggested, leaving the two other stunned. “I’m just saying.”
The last time they saw this, now, familiar dog was when Sirius dragged his three friend out of their shared room one day. It had taken some time for Sirius to convince Y/N to meet his friends. They were important to him and he wanted his lover and his friends to get together. However, Y/N wanted to take things slow, after all they only had been dating for a little over 3 weeks now and didn’t feel ready to talk to Sirius’ friends by fear of saying something to upset them. Even if Sirius reassured multiple times that they couldn’t say anything to upset them, Y/N was still adamant. So settle on meeting the friends in their animagi forms. When James, Remus and Peter got to where Y/N and Sirius were waiting for them, they were confused to see the white dog and Sirius waiting by its side in his human form. He quickly explained the situation and soon, his friends smiled wide, shifting into their animagi except for Remus who couldn’t but he was happy to just sit in the grass and enjoy the company of his friends.
It took Y/N some time to announce to Sirius’ friends who they were and that they were dating him, but they didn’t regretted it. It was nice to be part of a group now and to have someone who shares the same experiences as you. The relationship lasted long, very long, even after Hogwarts. It wasn’t a surprise when James took the mic at Sirius and Y/N’s wedding, doing his best man’s speech.
“-I have to say, I still feel betrayed that you didn’t tell me first you were dating someone, Sirius. I expected better from you.” he shook his head in disappointment. “Y/N I am very happy to have you, officially, in the family. Is this an adoption? It’s an adoption right?” people laughed at that, included the married couple.
“-You can count it as such, if you want, James.” Y/N went along.
“-Good. We are waiting for puppies now.” He said last then took his place back behind Sirius who had a hard time controlling his blush and laughter.
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Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve - Chapter 1
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Joel Miller Masterlist
Pairing: Post-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4.1K
Series Summary: “You’re a crisis of my faith” - Reader is new to Jackson and forms a bond with Joel (after hating each other for a bit first). Feelings develop but reader is hesitant to get mixed up with an older man after having had a bad experience dating beyond her age in the past.
Warnings: violence, mention of death, swearing, home invasion, mention of marijuana, age gap (reader in her late 20′s, Joel in his late 40′s) (smut, angst, jealousy, etc to follow in coming chapters so 18+ only, minors do not interact)
A/N: Chapter 1 out of 4 (maybe more?) in a slow burn/enemies to friends to lovers story. Chapter 2 is already in progress and its gonna get so juicy lol
Chapter Theme Song: pirate song by mehro
*No use of Y/N
“And this one is yours.”
Tommy slows to a stop beside you as you reach the street’s dead end. You look up from your feet to see a beautiful old Victorian house with a long front porch that stretches around the side of the building. It’s hard to make out any other details, even though it’s only 6pm. It’s the dead of winter and the moon, just barely peeking out from behind a thick cloud, is only bright enough to illuminate the outline of your new home. It doesn’t really matter what the house looks like though, you would’ve accepted a shack if that’s where Tommy had ended up bringing you.  After being on the move for months and fighting for your life almost daily, this house, safe inside the walls of Jackson Wyoming, is more than you could’ve dreamed of.
“You’re serious?” You turn to Tommy. “This entire place is mine?”
He chuckles at the shock on your face. “All yours,” he answers. “You should know though, this place isn’t as sought after as you’d think. There’s rumours around town that its haunted. People say they see movement in the windows and hear doors slamming late at night.”
He watches you, expecting your face to fall and for you to ask to be placed elsewhere, but to his surprise, you only scoff. “I’ll take ghosts over clickers or raiders any day.”
He laughs again. “That’s what I like to hear. Well, I’ll let you get settled. You can meet me at the stables tomorrow morning for your first patrol, but get some rest tonight.” He reaches his gloved hand out for you to shake. You grasp it firmly. “And welcome to Jackson,” he says before he turns and heads back toward town.
You watch his silhouette fade into the darkness before turning to look up at the house - your house - and smile to yourself. You couldn’t believe how much your luck had changed today.
You had woken up that morning the same way you usually did - on the cold hard ground. You had been fortunate enough to find an old park ranger’s cabin that night, but the mattress in the middle of the room had been torn to shreds by some sort of animal, likely the result of a past visitor stupidly leaving the door open when they’d left. So you slept in your sleeping bag on the floor, just grateful to have a roof over your head and walls around you to block out the wind and snow for a night. You woke with the sunrise and after packing up your few possessions, you had set off for the day. Where you were headed, you didn’t know.
You had left the Denver QZ months ago after deciding that you’d rather take your chances out in the wilderness than continue to live under such bleak circumstances. The outbreak had begun shortly after your 8th birthday so you had been raised in an apocalyptic world, but you still somewhat remembered life before the infection took over, and that made living in Denver significantly worse; you knew that happiness was possible, but you also knew that you would never find it in the QZ. The death of your little brother was what really pushed you to leave though; there was nothing else holding you there once he was gone. You had always been looking for a reason to go, a reason to escape the things and people (or maybe just one person…) who haunted you, and Robert dying was the straw that broke the camel’s back - you couldn’t stand another second behind those concrete walls.
For the last few months, you had just wandered, going wherever your gut told you to go. You seemed to be heading north, which was probably stupid considering that you’d decided to leave the QZ in late fall, but you couldn’t stop yourself from being pulled in that direction. You’d learned throughout your travels that your instincts were usually right, so who were you to deny their sense of direction? You’d learned other things too - like how much you enjoyed being alone with your thoughts, that the world was actually full of beauty (a major surprise, considering what you had been told about it when you lived in Denver), and most significantly, you learned how capable you were at protecting yourself.
While the mountains, rivers, and valleys were stunning, your teachers back in the QZ had been correct about the dangers the outside world presented. You’d kept count of your kills on your journey so far - 11 infected, 7 raiders, and 2 clickers, with those 2 clickers having been added to your kill list that very afternoon.
You’d just crossed the bridge leading to what you now knew to be the area right outside of Jackson, but at the time, you’d just been wandering as you always did. It was the very second you stepped off the steel bridge that you heard that dreaded sound - a faint clicking coming from your right. You stopped in your tracks, your heart sinking into your stomach. You knew you could handle regular infected, and raiders were predictable, but clickers? You’d never come face to face with any and weren’t sure how you’d manage. Forcing yourself to be as still as possible, your eyes shifted to the cluster of trees beside you as the clicking sound got louder. Two clickers suddenly emerged into the open area, heads twitching and snow crunching beneath their feet. You began to weigh your options - they couldn’t see, was it possible that you could just remain still and they would pass you by? No, you were directly in their path. Your gun was in your backpack, and reaching back to retrieve it would make too much noise, they’d be on top of you before you could shoot. The only option you had was your knife, and that meant you’d have to get close enough to them to stab them. The clickers continued to approach and you gritted your teeth. You’d gotten yourself out of many predicaments before, and you could do it again. You moved your hand to your waist to hold the hilt of your knife, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The closest clicker was soon a few feet away from you, and you made your move.
Lurching forward, you stabbed it in the head, yanking your knife from its flesh just as the second clicker screeched and tackled you to the ground. Tumbling down the snowy hill, you felt your knife leave your grip and sink into the deep snow beside you. Winded and flat on your back, you reached to your right to grab it, feeling the leather handle in your palm right as the second clicker pounced onto your chest. Not hesitating for a second, you squeezed the knife in your frozen hand and swiftly buried it into the side of the clicker’s head. In an instant, it fell limp on top of you and you pushed it off until its crumpled body was lying to your left.
Breathing heavy, you laid in the snow, staring up at the overcast sky and catching your breath. See, you said to yourself, you could handle it. You smiled, content with knowing that you were self-sufficient, that you were all you needed, all you would ever need.
It was the very moment that this thought crossed your mind that you suddenly heard the sound of multiple bodies moving through the snow, feet pounding the frozen ground underneath. You lifted your head just in time to see 7 horses and riders approaching you, and you scrambled to stand up, knife gripped tightly in your fist. As they surrounded you, masked and armed, you quickly realised that if these mounted soldiers intended to do you harm, you were fucked. You’d taken on 2 raiders at once, and you could handle 3 or 4 when shooting from a distance, but 7 with your gun out of reach? Not a chance. You returned your knife to its sheath on your belt and held up your hands in surrender, hoping that they would just rob you of your few possessions and be on their way. It came as a shock to you when the rider in front of you removed his mask and gave you what seemed to be a genuine smile.
“That,” he chuckled, “was fucking impressive.”
You lowered your hands and stared at him questioningly. You weren’t sure what to say, your brain muddled from the adrenaline pumping through your body.
“You must’ve come up against hundreds of clickers before to be able to take them down that easily,” he continued, casually leaning forward on his horse and looking at you expectantly.
What the fuck is going on? you thought to yourself. Were you being taunted before you got robbed, or was this group actually interested in learning about your ability to protect yourself? You shifted from foot to foot, deciding that on the off chance they were friendly, you didn’t want to turn away possible allies by acting rude.
“That was actually my first encounter with any,” you answered.
A murmur spread through the circle, the riders clearly shocked at how efficiently you had managed to eliminate two clickers at once, and on your first time.
“Jesus, well you’re a natural,” the maskless rider remarked. “Where are you headed?”
You looked down, ashamed. “Nowhere,” you answered honestly, not seeing any point in lying about your plans. “I left the Denver QZ months ago and have been on the move ever since. I… I don’t know where I’m going, I just knew I couldn’t be there anymore.”
The maskless rider exchanged a glance with his neighbour, and she nodded at him. He looked back at you and paused before asking “Well… you interested in settling? We could use a talented guard like yourself. We have a pretty impressive town on the other side of the hill there…” he gestured behind him. “Could offer you room and board in exchange for your patrol.”
He looked down over his horse at you, and you stared up at him blankly. A few minutes ago you thought you were a goner, and now you were being offered a bed, food, and a purpose?
“I…” you hesitated, not wanting to sound too eager. “I - yeah, okay. That sounds good. I’m in.”
The maskless rider smiled down at you before dismounting his horse and saying “I’m Tommy.” After shaking his hand and introducing yourself, he explained that they needed to check you for infection. “I know those clickers didn’t have enough time to bite you, but we have to be sure that nothing else has,” he said in his drawling southern accent.
The dog accompanying the riders approached you cautiously, sniffing you up and down before licking your face enthusiastically to confirm that you were clean. With that, Tommy helped you up on his horse and the group of you rode up the hill until you had reached the settlement. Surprise was clear on your face when the large wooden doors were pulled open to let the 8 of you inside, and you got your first look at Jackson.
You seemed to be in the central area of town, which was full of people going about their day. Some stood on the sidewalk and chatted with friends, their breath freezing in the air in front of them as they spoke. Others entered and exited the storefronts lining the street, none of which seemed to have smashed windows or graffitied fronts (both things being commonplace in the Denver QZ). Children played in the snow banks, their parents standing nearby and watching them lovingly. Warm twinkly lights had been woven around the lampposts that scattered the long stretch of road, and a Christmas tree - a fucking Christmas tree - stood erected in the town square. You barely had time to take it all in before you had entered the stables and Tommy was helping you down from the saddle.
Leaving the others to untack the horses, Tommy gave you a tour of town, explaining how the community worked together to keep the settlement running safely and efficiently. Everyone pitched in and was expected to contribute wherever they could, and this system had allowed for Jackson to remain self-sufficient and protected from dangerous outside forces for years. Night had fallen by the time the two of you reached your new home, where you stood now, taking in everything that the day had brought.
Nudged out of your daydream by a cold gust of wind, you climb the creaky wooden steps up to the front door. Reaching down to grasp the cold door knob, you push the heavy wooden door open, stepping inside. Your first thought is that it is freezing; somehow it feels colder in here than it does outside. Flicking on the light switch, you quickly understand why - the place is massive.
You’re standing in the front hall but you can see that the lower level of the house opens up into one spacious room. Walking across the wooden floorboards, you turn a corner to your right and enter the living room, which connects to the dining room and then the kitchen. Though the furniture is dusty and shows clear signs of age, its obvious that whoever lived here pre-outbreak wasn’t only very wealthy, they also had great taste. Despite the open concept and freezing temperatures, the space has been arranged in a manner that is cozy and inviting. You notice a fireplace centred on the wall furthest away from you and are soon picturing the potential that this room has - with a bit of cleaning, a fire going, a book, and a warm drink, this could be a true haven for you. You haven’t brought any books with you (you couldn’t risk carrying any non-essential items), but if this town has electricity, horses, and Christmas trees, you were sure that they also had books.
Removing your boots, coat, and backpack, you flick the light off before ascending the stairs, deciding that you would get to work on cleaning your new home after your first patrol tomorrow. The upstairs has numerous rooms for you to explore, but you enter the one at the end of the hall, which you anticipate to be the master bedroom. You’re exhausted and need to be well rested for your first patrol tomorrow, but you’re also just so thrilled to get to sleep in a bed, a real bed, for the first time in months. You certainly didn’t regret leaving Denver, but you had to admit that there were quite a few nights over the last few weeks where you hadn’t been able to find shelter, so you had laid on the cold hard ground and thought longingly about the old springy mattress you had left behind.
Swinging the door open, you see that you were right, this is the master bedroom, and in the centre of the room is a king size bed surrounded by two large windows. You notice one of the windows is wide open and you approach it, pushing the glass pane down to shut the cold air out. As you do so, you see that you have a clear view into the house next door. The curtains are closed, but you can see that a light is on and someone is in the room directly across from your own. You watch as a shadow paces back and force in the front of the window, pausing momentarily before turning the light off.
I guess I have a neighbour, you think, making note to go over and introduce yourself tomorrow. You aren’t exactly outgoing, you prefer your own company to that of others, but Jackson seems like the kind of community that encourages camaraderie and you want to do your best to fit in and make a good impression.
Closing your own curtains, you turn away from the window and toward the large dresser in the corner of the room. You pull open the drawers, praying that the past owners were in too much of a rush to pack when they left, and are relieved to see that the dresser is full of women’s clothing. Rummaging through, you’re able to find a long sleeve t-shirt that fits loosely, and a pair of sweatpants stuffed into the very bottom of a drawer. There are definitely some nicer items of clothing than the ones you pick out, but your only priority right now is getting warm and wearing something cozy to bed.
Ignoring the dust covering the duvet, you pull back the sheets and crawl into the giant bed. Sighing, you snuggle into the plush pillows and let yourself drift off to sleep.
You’re not sure exactly how long you’re asleep for, but it feels like your eyes had just closed when they suddenly shoot open, reacting to the loud slam of a door downstairs. You quickly sit up in bed, immediately wide awake. Sitting silently under the covers, you listen. Its quiet for a second before you hear thudding footsteps and then the sound of a drawer being opened and shuffled through.
You immediately begin to look around your room for something you can defend yourself with, knowing your backpack with your gun is laying downstairs in the front hall. You internally curse yourself for letting the walls surrounding Jackson cloud your judgment - you always slept with your gun just in case, and of course the one night you felt safe enough to not have it with you was the one night you actually needed it.
You silently creep out of bed and notice your pants crumpled on the floor, sighing with relief as you realize your knife is still in its sheath attached to your belt. You grab it and begin to slowly pad across the wooden floorboards toward your bedroom door, but the old house betrays you, creaking under your feet. You halt in your tracks and hear the shuffling downstairs stop. Holding your breath, you wait. Your heart sinks when you hear the drawer close and heavy footsteps begin climbing the stairs. They thud loudly (you can tell that the intruder is wearing heavy boots) and stop in one of the rooms down the hall.
Fuck, you think to yourself, they’re searching the rooms. Just as you did with the two clickers earlier in the day, you begin to quickly weigh your options. If you were to enter the hall, you would give the intruder the opportunity to surprise you; they could be in any of the many rooms and easily catch you off guard. If you waited here, they would know you were in this room, but at least you could get the jump on them if you were hidden when they entered.
Deciding that this is your best option, you creep to the far side of the door and wait, knife in hand. The heavy footsteps stomp from room to room, and soon, your bedroom door creaks open, blocking you from the intruder’s view. You watch as a large silhouette marches into the room, their back to you. Its dark but you can just make out the size of the trespasser - he’s big, significantly bigger than any of the raiders you’ve taken on in the past. Tall with broad shoulders and large hands, you strike before you can let yourself get too intimidated by his stature. You leap forward and place your left hand on his shoulder, your right crossing in front of him to hold your knife up to his neck.
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?” you hiss.
The intruder is silent for a moment and you can’t stop a smile from creeping onto your face. You feel good - this is the second time today you’ve come out on top against an enemy. Your ego is misplaced though, because in almost an instant, you find yourself screaming out from pain.
The intruder, taking advantage of your size difference, has grabbed your right wrist and twisted, causing you to drop the knife, and then spun around, yanking your right arm behind your body as he slams you hard against the wall. You feel the weight of his body pushed up against your back as he leans in to whisper
“Your house hmm? Since when?”
His voice is deep and gravely, and you notice a southern accent on the word ‘house.’ You squirm under his grasp but he holds you against the wall easily.
“Since today,” you breathe, “like an hour ago. Tommy assigned it to me.”
You seem to have said the magic word because at mention of Tommy, you feel the stranger’s grip loosen on your arm.
“Tommy?” he questions in his low voice. “Fuckin’ Tommy,” he mumbles to himself, and then releases his hold on you, taking a step back from the wall.
You spin around quickly to face him, not wanting to give him another opportunity to incapacitate you again, and you finally see the stranger’s face. He’s staring down at you intently with deep brown eyes under furrowed brows. His hair is thick and wavy and his face is covered in scruff. Both his hair and facial hair are brown but peppered with specks of grey, and his arms are crossed over his broad chest. He’s an imposing figure, and you realise that you haven’t been breathing as you’ve taken in his full appearance.
He seems to be taking you in as well, his eyes moving up and down your body judgmentally. You cross your arms over your chest too, suddenly very aware that you’re not wearing a bra. The stranger coughs and looks away awkwardly.
“Look, I didn’t realize anyone had moved in,” he says gruffly. He turns to face you again. “Tommy wasn’t supposed to assign anyone to this house, but m’sorry if I scared you.”
You scowl; this apology was not only incredibly half-assed, it was also insulting. You did not just singlehandedly take down 2 clickers for some middle aged guy to accuse you of being scared of him.
“Did it seem like I was scared?” you challenge.
His gaze hardens. “Listen sweetheart,” he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, clearly exasperated. “I don’t have the energy for this right now so I’m going to level with you. I’ve been using your house to stash some stuff. Let me grab it and I’ll be on my way.”
You laugh humourlessly. “Oh so you’re the ghost that haunts this house.”
He glares at you like you’ve lost your mind.
“The neighbourhood thinks- “ you start to explain, but he quickly cuts you off.
“I know what you’re talkin’ about,” he says shortly. “Just haven't bothered to correct anyone.” His gaze is intense as he concludes, “I don’t like having neighbours.”
You sigh, somewhat disappointed that your first interaction with a Jackson resident has been so hostile, but also slightly relieved that this unpleasant man won’t be expecting you to act neighbourly toward him. You glare back at him before gesturing toward the bedroom door, indicating that he can go get his stuff.
He marches out of the room and you follow behind, struggling to keep up with his long stride. He descends the stairs and heads for the sideboard in the living room. Yanking the top drawer open, he begins pulling things out and stuffing them into his pockets. You catch a glimpse of a few things in the dark - shotgun shells, a pocketknife, and what looks like a joint. You scoff, leaning against the opening to the living room as you watch him. He turns and gives you a harsh look.
“I live with a teenager,” he huffs, slamming the drawer shut.
Poor kid, you think, having to live with such a fucking grump.
Satisfied that he’s retrieved all his belongings, he storms past you and heads for the backdoor, not even glancing your way.
“It was nice to meet you!” you call out sarcastically as the door slams behind him, and you’re left standing alone in the dark.
You approach the back door just in time to see him cross your shared backyard to the house next door.
Well, you think, I guess there’s no need to introduce myself tomorrow.
You turn the lock and grab your gun from your backpack before climbing the stairs up to your room and crawling back into bed. Placing your gun on the nightstand, you sink back into the cushions, closing your eyes. You sigh contentedly, thinking about how the deep brown eyes of the stranger took you in for the first time before your mind goes blank and you drift off to sleep.  
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