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lovemyavatar · 1 year

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Brat

Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: Lo'ak is a brat tamer, what can I say?

Warnings: indulgent (aged up) nsfw, filth, p in v, oral, subby reader, mean dom Lo'ak

“Come on, Y/N. Do it right so I can go home.”

A frustrated huff fills tense silence. Your right arm pulls back, muscles taunt, one eye sliding closed to help aim your bow. A slow breath is drawn through pursed lips before you release, the arrow slamming into a tree nowhere near the target.

With an angry grunt, you turn on him, fingers clutching the weapon tightly at your side. “I would’ve gotten it by now, if I had a better teacher.”

“You would’ve gotten it if you knew how to listen.” He’s quick to retort, strong arms crossing over a broad chest.

Your lips pull into an irritated frown. Without responding, you nock another arrow and resume your practiced stance. Again, this one fails to land within the hastily painted circle.

“Oh my Eywa.” He draws out the Great Mother’s name, head lifting toward the sky. His eyes pinch tightly as he tries to contain his rising anger.

“Don’t be so mean, Lo’ak.” You’ve had enough of his attitude, hand raising to shove against his shoulder. He stumbles back a step, having been distracted by his own tantrum, and looks to you with surprise. “This is why you don’t have any friends.”

Without hesitation, he shoves you right back, though he makes sure the motion has no strength behind it. “Don’t push me.”

“Don’t push me.” All four fingertips poke into his chest, and this time he doesn’t budge an inch.

“You know what? We’re done.” He throws his hands up in exasperation, turns, and walks away.

“Wait!” You’re quick to chase after him, hand clamping around his elbow. “If I don’t get this my parents will kill me.”

“Not my problem.” He shakes you off, throwing the words over his shoulder without stopping.

“Lo’ak!” He doesn’t miss a step, toned back retreating steadily. You come to a stop with a huff, knowing you’ll need to stoop low to make him listen. “I’ll tell your dad!”

He comes to a halt begrudgingly, trusting that you would do it. His jaw grinds, hands tightening into fists at his sides. The toned muscles of his back and shoulders visibly tense. You always seem to find a way to get exactly what you want. It's so infuriating.

He turns, stalking toward you with a hard glare. Your eyes widen at his menacing demeanor, leaning back slightly as he grows near. He all but rips the bow from your hand, leaning over you to leer in your face. Bright yellow eyes bore into yours, shining with anger and something else. Something darker, hotter.

“You’re such a brat, you know that?” His voice is low, hoarse as he spits the insult.

Your stomach dips, fluttering before the space between your legs warms. You shift on your feet, rubbing your thighs together to quench the ache. He’s quick to straighten back to his full height and push past you, shoulder knocking yours along the way. You’re momentarily stunned, gulping down the anxiety suddenly bubbling in your throat.

“No, that’s not right.” Lo'ak shakes his head, arms crossed tightly.

You've been at this for another hour, arms shaking with the effort of holding the weapon you can't seem to master. Your trembling stance releases, back bowing to relieve some of the painful tension.

“You know, maybe I would learn something if you actually showed me how to do it.” Your eyes sweep to the sky, a frustrated huff leaving your lips.

“Did you really just roll your eyes at me?” His voice drops to a gravely rumble as he takes a step toward you, closing the distance to only a few inches.

What's left of his patience is wearing thin. If it were up to him, he'd be anywhere but here. His father ordered him to train you, to teach you the ways of the bow. You're too slow, quick to give up, always holding the hunting parties back. Impossible to teach, even for someone like him who obtained the skill at an early age.

It isn't that he doesn't like you. He's known you since they two of you were young, totting around the forest with his siblings and causing trouble. You've always been there, a playmate throughout the years. Your relationship is mostly positive, aside from in these private moments. It's like you get a kick out of worming your way under his skin.

Your good girl persona is reserved for others, this part of you—the snarky comments and lingering glances—that's only for him. It sparks something within him, a desire to put you in your place. To remind you who's really in charge.

Your eyes flick up to his, wide innocence meeting narrowed heat. You blink up at him, and he seethes. He knows it's fake, knows you're trying to get a rise out of him, but he can't help but give it to you.

With a growl, large hands clamp down on your hips. You let out a startled gasp when he roughly turns you to the side, so that your chest is nearly flush with his. He grips your biceps and jerks your arms into the proper position. You watch his expression, pliant under his direction. Pinched brows, downturned lips, a determined focus behind yellow eyes. Yep, he's pissed.

“Now, do it right.” He steps back, satisfied with the position he's put you in.

Your heart races, slamming against your ribs harshly. He raises a brow expectantly, and your attention shifts toward the target. After a calming breath, you release the bow.

It hits dead center.

“Ha!” Excitement explodes in your chest as you jump up and down, lips splitting into a wide grin.

You look to him, catching the way the corner of his lips twitches before he covers the movement with a swipe of his hand.

“Good girl.” The words slip out before he can stop them. His eyes catch yours, seeing the surprise flicker behind glittering yellow before he quickly glances away.

He clears his throat and turns to retrieve the arrow. You swallow down quickly rising desire, stomach flipping. You desperately try to even out ragged breaths in the few seconds his back is turned. As he faces the tree, his eyes pinch tightly in silent reprimand. He fights to soothe his racing heart, ripping the arrow from the thick bark and turning to stalk back to you.

“Let's see if you can do it again.” He hands you the arrow, stepping back with crossed arms. Gone is the heat behind his stare, the cold, distracted gloss returning to his gaze.

You force a calming breath through tight lips, straightening your back and lifting sore arms into position.

“No, that's not how I showed you.” Lo'ak barks, voice rough with a disappointed shake of his head.

Your arms drop, head tilting in defiance as you turn to face him, hip popped with irritation. “Maybe you didn't show me well enough.”

“Lose the attitude, Y/N.” He commands, the gruff timbre of his voice sending a shockwave of heat through you, straight to your core.

Shoulders round in opposition, a twinge of anger rising at being told what to do, despite the way your body responded. "Or what?”

His teeth grind, chin dropping to pierce you with a heavy lidded glare. He takes the few steps necessary to close the distance between you, only a few inches separating his heaving chest and yours.

“You need to learn some fucking manners.” He peers down at you, restraint tightening his chest as fists clench at his sides to prevent himself from touching you.

“I've heard no other complaints.” You huff, gaze sweeping toward the sky. "Only from you—”

A deep growl permeates the small space. One of his hands jerks up, long fingers circling your arm with a gentle firmness.

“I thought I told you not to roll your eyes at me, 'evenge (girl).” He towers over you, hard stare slicing straight to your core. It clenches under the heat of his undivided attention, and you squirm in his hold.

“You didn't tell me not to, you asked if I did.” You know you sound like a petulant child, but you can't help but talk back, his domineering stance bringing out a defiance within you.

“You're just begging to be taught a lesson, aren't you?” He seethes, every last bit of strength he has used to contain himself from pouncing on you.

A humorless laugh fans his tight expression. “I don't know, you haven't been the best teacher so far.”

In an instant he lurches forward, free hand moving to grip your throat. Your eyes pop wide, gasp falling from parted lips. He jerks you toward him, molten gaze flicking over your face. A moment of tension passes, ragged breath echoing through the forest before he claims your lips with his.

You instantly press into him, heaving chests flush. His head tilts, tongue forcing it's way into your mouth as his hold on you tightens. A trembling moan flutters into his waiting mouth, and he groans. His hand slips from your arm, moving to circle your back. He hoists you up without warning, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips for support.

“Gonna fuck some manners into you, sevin (pretty). How does that sound, hmm?” He mutters against your throat, peppering your skin with sloppy kisses.

Your head falls back, overcome with desire as it swells in your lower belly, heat so intense you fear you may explode if he doesn't quench it soon.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, yawntu (love).” Fangs nip at your shoulder, and you tremble.

“Yes!” You're breathless, pliant in his hold, all disobedience gone.

“Yes, sir.” He grunts when you roll your hips, core sliding along his painfully hard cock.

A whimper falls from your lips, the rough authority in his voice nestling between your legs. “Yes, sir.”

“That's a good girl.” He claims your lips again, chest heaving under the pressure of restraint, of the effort not to take you right here.

Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him tightly to you as he walks forward, weaving through the trees to find a suitable location to make you his. He lays you in the first clearing he finds, thoughts too muddled to care if it's secluded enough.

Your back bows as he rips your top off, head dipping to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue laps at the sensitive bud, and you whimper, core clenching with emptiness. He shivers at the tender sweep of your fingers along his sides. They slide down, and around, moving toward his straining cock.

They pass over the front of his loincloth and he jolts at the burst of pleasure. Your lips twitch into a little smirk, hands moving to cup him through the thin material.

“Fuck—no.” In an instant he has your hands pinned above your head with one of his.

You squirm under him, but his hold is firm. “Let me touch you, Lo'ak.”

“You're gonna listen." His piercing gaze briefly flicks up to yours before he moves to catch your other nipple between sharp teeth. “Or you won't get what you want.”

You whimper pathetically, head pressing into soft grass. He litters your chest and stomach with sloppy kisses, sucking a few bruises into your skin as he releases your arms and continues moving down.

“Lo'ak!” You cry out at an unexpected lick against your sex. Your head lifts, eyes meeting a heavy lidded gaze as he laps at your pussy again. You fall back, overcome with pleasure.

“You like that, baby?” He hums against you, fingers moving to part your pussy lips. A tentative lick swipes over your clit, your hips jerking up at the sensation.

“Oh, Eywa.” A hand presses to your chest in an effort to soothe it's ragged tremor.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Or I stop.” He pulls back to accent the warning.

A long finger prods at your entrance before sliding inside you swiftly, bottoming out with one quick thrust. Breath catches in your throat for a moment before you force it to reach your lungs.

“Yes!” You wail as he adds another finger before ripping them both out quickly. You clench around the emptiness, stomach tightening.

“What did I tell you to call me?” A firm slap comes down over your pussy, jolting your trembling hips. The pleasurable sting makes your walls flutter again.

“Yes, sir!” You're a whiny mess already, another broken moan falling past your lips when he shoves his fingers back inside you with no warning.

His eyes never leave you as his tongue sweeps over your clit, fingers picking up a steady rhythm. His heart is thrumming wildly, the sight of you at his mercy almost enough to make him cum untouched. His cock throbs beneath his loincloth, but he wants to take care of you first.

When you tighten around his fingers he picks up the pace, tongue drawing a bruising pattern along your clit. Your back arches from the earth, breath stilling, and he knows you're close. After another deep thrust, he pulls his fingers and mouth away, watching you pulse and clench around nothing.

You whimper, brows pinching in confusion. You were right there. Your pussy warms against the abrupt stop, at being left on the edge of your orgasm. Your lips part in protest, but he's quick to tower over you, supporting his weight with one hand and ripping his loincloth off with the other.

“The only way you're cumming is on my cock. Do you understand?” The command is a gruff rasp as he loses the last shred of control.

You nod feverishly. “Yes, yes sir, please!”

He grips the base of his shaft and in one swift motion enters you, bottoming out instantly. His head dips, eyes closing tightly, forehead resting on your shoulder for support at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

Your legs circle him, hips rutting against his to encourage him to move. He growls as he's forced even deeper.

“Lo'ak!” You bark when he refuses to move, needing a few seconds to adjust so he doesn't cum after one thrust.

He raises his head, thumb moving up to drag along your lower lip, his own pulling into a frown at your attitude. “Do I need to stuff this pretty mouth to keep it quiet? Huh?”

His thumb forces it's way between your lips at the same moment his hips pull back before slamming into you. Your head tilts back, moan ripping from your throat, tongue circling the digit as you would his cock. He lets out a shuddering breath, stomach tightening with the effort of holding off his orgasm.

You're right there, already so worked up from his earlier ministrations. Moisture wells in your eyes, pleasure spiking more intense than you've ever felt it.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He grunts, his cock rutting into you so forcefully your back slides against the grass.

Your head bobs quickly, breath hitching when he rams into your womb.

“Use your words, honey.” He rasps, pace increasing with his own impending orgasm. “Ask for it.”

“Oh, Lo'ak—sir! Can I cum? Please!” You sob, tears sliding down your cheeks from the pleasure mounting in your core.

“Fuck! Cum for me, baby girl. Cum all over my cock.” He pounds into you, and you do just that, pussy clenching around him so tightly he has to slow down.

You gush around him, juices flowing between staggering hips. He rips his cock from your trembling pussy, spilling his cum over your stomach, hips jerking against nothing as his orgasm rips through him. His fists press into the earth beside your head, ragged breaths fanning your face. He lets out a quiet whimper as he settles, spent from the effort.

As the weight of what the two of you have just done gathers, you can't help but giggle at the absurdity of it. His eyes flick down to yours, narrowing into a hard glare.

“I guess you aren't such a bad teacher after all.” You tease, and he wastes no time in gripping your hips, turning so you're perched on top of him, ready to show you who's boss as many times as he needs to.

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noosayog · 11 months

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wc: 700

warnings/content: reader uses she/her pronouns, university AU ft. Atsumu

part 1. directory here.

A light incessant tap on your door has evolved into a knock with the intensity of someone running from murder. Unlucky for the person on the other side of the door, no serial killer inspires enough altruism in you to take kindly to their knocking bloody murder at your door at -- you crack open one eye to glance at your phone -- 2:56 in the morning on finals week.

Your footsteps stomp heavily across the floor of your studio and you swing open the door without looking to see who it may be. If you were more awake, you'd scold yourself for the serious lack of awareness.

"What the fuck do you want," you growl at the figure.

In the hall, a tall, blonde man you’ve never seen before holds his hands up in surrender at your tone. He gives you a smile that would irk you if you could be more irate than you already are. He gives you an up and down which makes you bare your teeth at him and he drops the smile.

"I'm sorry to bother you-"

"You better be. What do you want."

His eyes dart down to your legs then back up again.

"Nothing," he says, starting to emulate some nerves in his voice. "I really am sorry because I actually don't need anything. I live down the hall and we're playing truth or dare and my friends dared me to come knock-"

You've heard enough and slam the door in his face.

The next morning, you wake up predictably grouchy. You're trudging down the hall to your last final of the year when the door on your left suddenly slams open and a familiar blonde-haired body barrels straight into you. Unable to withstand a wall of muscle multiplied by the force of his body slam, your body goes flying into the opposite wall and you crumple into the floor, vision going white.

"Oh shit," you hear someone mumble.

You feel someone roughly grab your arm to lift you up, but you tear your arm away, staying on the floor to snap out of your vertigo. You feel the arm let you go but the body the arm is attached to hovers over you, arms circling over your body as if he were a metal detector but the metal he's trying to find is bodily harm dealt to you.

"Are you okay?" the metal detector asks.

"What the fuck do you think, asshole?" you snap when you regain some semblance of motor function.

"Jeez, are you always this grumpy?"

You finally look at the offender to find the same man at your door earlier this morning. He grins at you, introducing himself as Miya Atsumu, as if introducing oneself is the natural course of action after giving the counterparty a damn near concussion. He offers you a hand, bright, sunny smile still plastered on.

You slap his hand away and stand up by yourself. After a quick assessment of your essential body functions, you conclude that you're probably alright. You muster up the nastiest glare you have in your arsenal of glares for different occasions and ignore him, continuing on your way.

"Hey, hey wait up," he says, running after you. "I wanted to apologize for last night."

"Apology accepted. Please leave me alone."

"Great then! What's your name? Maybe we can be friends since we're neighbors."

You don't dignify that with a response and instead propel your legs faster, practically running away from him.

He keeps up easily though. By the time you're on campus, your calves are burning, but the whole trek, Miya Atsumu has continued circling through his never-ending carousel of conversation topics, not even breaking a sweat.

Finally, at the university center, you make towards the left and he says, "I'm actually going this way. This was fun, neighbor! Your legs are more muscular than they look!" He flashes you a thumbs up. You sigh in relief, wondering why the fuck he's talking about how your legs look when you suddenly remember that you sleep in just a tank top and panties. You realize the weird ups and downs he was giving you last night were because you were practically naked. As if the day couldn't get any worse, you decide to visit the clinic to propose a lobotomy to forget the events of the past 12 hours (you actually just wanted some aspirin because you had a headache that had spiraled into serious nausea by the end of your final) only to find that you have a concussion.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 6 months

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.⋆｡Call Your Mom｡⋆.

Clark Kent x plus size reader

I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom

Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever)

Music softly played through the shitty sound system in your car, providing enough noise for you to stay awake but not enough to wake your passenger. Every few minutes, your eyes would flick over to him as if to make sure that he wasn’t just some hallucination that your caffeine addled mind conjured up. But the way that the rare street lamps would cast a yellow glow onto his face and the occasional shift in his sleep meant that he was very real.

Even in the dim light of this back country road, you could see the tear tracks on his cheeks and the dark bags beneath his eyes. He looked so much smaller than you remembered him, weighed down by the world. You wondered briefly about how long he had felt this way, did it start recently or was it always there, just buried beneath a smile and those bright blue eyes that lingered in your dreams.

He drew in a shuddering breath but then settled back to sleep, the wrinkle of worry above his brow slowly disappearing with each mile you drove. You bit back the urge to push back the lone black curl that had fallen onto his forehead. Instead, you gripped the steering wheel even tighter and thought back to a few hours before, when you received a call from someone you thought you would never hear from again.

You were half paying attention to some late night television show, half awake and numb with the lateness of the hour but the relative calmness of your night was interrupted by the ringing of a phone. Without looking, you fished your phone from the side table and pressed it to your ear. “Yeah?”

Expecting a telemarketer or some automated message, you were shocked as the speakers let out a pitiful sob followed by a voice you used to know so well. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call- I just- Please.”

The drive to his apartment went by quick as you forced yourself to act upon instinct and not listen to the still hurting part of your soul that told you to let him suffer just the same as he left you to do so. The achingly familiar walk up the stairs to his apartment made that little voice grow louder and louder until you could barely ignore it.

Your knuckles hovered over the painted wood of his front door, your nerves screaming at you to leave but then the door opened and you knew that you couldn’t.

Clark Kent, Superman- always so well put together, so stupidly perfect in every way- looked like he was crumbling right before your eyes. Like a great tree wilting away, he was bowed forwards, pale and trembling. You let him pull you into a hug and he collapsed into your arms.

It had been months since the last time you had felt his touch, you were out of practice, slightly clumsy as you cradled his head in one hand and stroked his back with the other. But it was muscle memory, your instincts guiding you back to that spot on the left side of his spine halfway down his back that always had a knot in it but when you dug your fingers into the muscle, he melted, pushing his face into the crook of your neck as his sobs began to taper off.

Neither of you said a word, the discussion, the awkward conversation and the inevitable fight could wait- for a while at least. He trailed behind you like a lost puppy as you guided him down to your car. He squished himself into your small passenger seat and leaned his head against the window as soon as the door shut.

He fell asleep less than 5 minutes after you started driving, this would have normally annoyed you but you knew he needed the rest and you didn’t need to hear the sound of his voice as your mind reminded you what used to be.

Soon, street lights and paved roads gave way to corn fields and the gentle sway of a well-worn dirt track. The porch light was on, guiding you home through the darkness. As you pulled into the driveway that you had driven onto countless times before, the screen door opened and Martha, still dressed in her dressing gown, stepped out.

“Clark. You’re home.” You placed a gentle hand onto his shoulder, softly waking him. Those gorgeous blue eyes looked up at you, reflecting the full moon perfectly. He glanced past your body to where his mother stood then back to you. “It’s gonna be ok.”

His smile was enough to make you forget the miles driven in the dead of night, to heal the heartbreak caused by his hand, to remind you that all things can be set right once more.

[Verse 1] Oh, you're spiralin' again The moment right before it ends you're most afraid of But don't you cancel any plans 'Cause I won't let you get the chance to never make them [Pre-Chorus] Stayed on the line with you the entire night 'Til you let it out and let it in [Chorus] Don't let this darkness fool you All lights turned off can be turned on I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom Oh, dear, don't be discouraged I've been exactly where you are I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom I'll call your mom [Verse 2] Waiting room, no placе to stand Just greatest fears and wringing hands and thе loudest silence If you could see yourself like this If you could see yourself like this, you'd've never tried it [Pre-Chorus] Stayed on the line with you the entire night 'Til you told me that you had to go [Chorus] Don't let this darkness fool you All lights turned off can be turned on I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom Oh, dear, don't be discouraged I've been exactly where you are I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom [Bridge] Medicate, meditate, swear your soul to Jesus Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason Don't wanna drive another mile wonderin' if you're breathin' So won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me? Medicate, meditate, save your soul for Jesus Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason Don't wanna drive another mile without knowin' you're breathin' So won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me? [Chorus] Don't let this darkness fool you All lights turned off can be turned on I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom Oh, dear, don't be discouraged I've been exactly where you are I'll drive, I'll drive all night I'll call your mom I'll call your mom

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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can i request a drabble for haechan apparently being shirtless when practicing (i had to sit down when they revealed that in the dream anniv content) any ideas u have about it please just throw them in imfuffhfdghfugkfu//:/:/haechan??1!1!1?1!

w!: practice room sex, public sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, implied ‘haters’ with benefits (not really just two idiots who bicker a lot and occasionally fuck AND bicker while they fuck)

a/n: he is completely insane for that, good for the dreamies who can see him. also wrote this in a rush of inspiration and horniness instead of going to sleep lmao, hope you’ll like it!! if there are any mistakes it's because I'm tired, I'll fix them tomorrow. (also it’s longer than a drabble I’m sorry I got carried away but haechan’s so %#?!/(& )

After ten years of training at the SM building, and three years as a debuted idol you should know where your girl group is practicing and where you shouldn’t go. But apparently, you don’t. You blame it on the new building, how long has it been? Two years? Still too new for you to know what you were doing. Being too tired after an entire day practicing for your upcoming comeback, and not having at least one of your groupmates guiding you back from the bathroom, led you here.

“Where the hell is my bag?” You murmur to yourself, scratching the back of your head, realizing that your neon purple bag is nowhere to be seen near the door.

“Surely not here.” You hear from behind, a male voice that makes you turn around in surprise. But your mouth falls open even more when your eyes fall on his body. Why the hell is Haechan naked in the practice room?

“Like what you see?” he asks with the same old smug smirk that you know too well. Now, it can be said that you two have history, or something. Two competitive people can only make a flame explode, right? That’s pretty much what happens every time you are left alone.

“And you? Like to show off?”

“So you agree there’s something to show off,” he chuckles, walking closer to you. And you wish you could mock him some more but well, he had something to brag about for sure, also there was something weirdly hot about him after practice, or in the middle…

“Where are the others?” You ask, drifting your gaze from him, seeing their bags but not them.

“Why do you care?” He asks, leaning against the wall. “Want to make sure we can play?”

“Play? Hide and seek?”

“I know you’re trying too hard to keep your eyes off of me,” he huffs. “And don’t act as if this is the first time.”

“I still don’t get why you are naked. Don’t you film this? Do they upload you on youtube like this?”

“Nah, this one is reserved for special people,” he winks, “and you’re one of the lucky ones.”

“I should go.”

“Are you sure?” He says, blocking you, pushing you against him, and you can’t even care that there’s sweat pearling his abs and it’s sticking against you… at the end, it’s not like you are any better.

You look at the clock, seeing that you still have a bit of time left before somebody started screaming at you all over the building. So you give in. You need to unwind, you have no idea when was the last time you had sex; the busy schedule was barely giving you time to try to take care of yourself alone. And sex with Haechan is great. Damn if it is. And you can’t deny that he looks so good right now, the bright red of his hair that would’ve been horrendous on anybody made him look so attractive, and you weirdly found exciting to see the thing layer of sweat on his bronze skin, defining his muscles even more.

In a second, he drags you to the other side, so you’re just a bit more hidden from the others but the mirrors of the practice room still make you reflect over it.

“Fuck, these pants make your ass look good,” he comments, cupping your asscheek from the grey sweatpants you’re wearing.

“Anything makes my ass look good,” you talk back, smirking at him through the mirror.

“Yeah, but I like it better without nothing,” he chuckles, pushing it down so it reaches your ankles, soon followed by your undies.

“Are you sure they won’t come back?” You ask, fearing some of his groupmates might come in.

“They won’t, but even if they did? Is it a problem?”

“Of course, it is,” you mutter. “Just move.”

“You’re always so eager, God,” he huffs, palming your mound before he starts circling your clit. “And you’re already wet.”

“I’m stressed,” you reply, closing your eyes, forehead falling against the mirror, fogging it with heavy breaths when two of his fingers slide easily inside you.

“And you come looking for me,” he snorts, biting your earlobe, your ass pushing back against him and you can feel his hard throbbing cock press against your tailbone. “Because you know nobody fucks you better than me.”

“It was a coincidence,” you mumble, hand flattening against the mirror to hold yourself up. “And it wouldn’t have happened if you – fuck – put some clothes on.”

“Sure, blame me,” Haechan rolls his eyes. “And cry for me when I don’t give you what you want.”

You turn around in shock when he pulls away from you, and you catch him licking his fingers clean. “Lee Donghyuck,” you warn, glaring at him. “It’s not time and place to fuck around.”

“No?” He pouts. “Thought that was what you wanted to do.”

You let out a heavy sigh before giving up your pride because you really can’t risk it. “Please, fuck me?”

“If you ask so nicely,” he jokes, walking toward you, turning you around again but this time lifting your top and your gym bra up, pushing your boobs against the cold surface of the mirror, nipples going hard in an instant.

“You look so pretty like this, you know?” He coos, pushing your body against the mirror more, the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, watching in awe as your slit is basically begging him to fuck you. And he does, because he knows you don’t have time and also because he needed this.

Your mouth lets out the biggest moan of relief, finally feeling like you have touched the stars again.

You two might bicker every two seconds when you are in the same room but damn if he knew how to give it to you right.

His cock fills you just right, perfect in length and girth and the speed of his thrusts is your favorite. Not that you had sex with so many idols but yeah, some of them just weren’t it.

Haechan knows everything that you liked, so it’s not surprising that one of his hands reaches around to wrap around your throat, pushing you back against his chest and the other plays with your clit.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he groans against your ears. “I want you to keep in mind who makes you feel this way. I want you to – fuck – crawl back to this practice room every time you want cock because the others just can’t give it to you like I do.”

You hate proving him right, but he is. “Mhh, yes, nobody like you.”

“I know, baby,” he replies. “Look at the mess on the mirror,” he points out, making you notice that your wetness was splashing everywhere. “Your pussy loves my cock that much.”

You’re about to answer when you hear footsteps from outside the door and your body freezes.

“Hae-Haechan there’s somebody,” you warn him but he has no intention of stopping.

“So who cares? Just keep quiet? Or do you have to let the whole building know you’re letting me fuck you while your members are working hard for the comeback?”

“I can’t keep quiet,” you whisper, feeling humiliated at the confession. It’s not your fault he feels that good.

“I’ll make you keep quiet,” Haechan says before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “Suck,” he orders. “I know you love doing it.”

And he knows what he’s doing because your walls squeeze around him harder and you feel your knees buckle.

“You’re so pretty when you don’t talk,” he laughs, making you glare at him for a second before pleasure took over the need to slap his face again. “One day we’ll fuck at my dorms – fuck – need to fuck you naked against a mirror, over and over again. Need to fuck you dumb on my cock.”

“If you can keep up,” you retort as soon as his fingers slip out of your mouth.

“God, you’re insufferable,” he growls, hips snapping faster against your ass, making you smirk as you think that you got exactly what you wanted. And he gets it, he knows you by now, and he hates that he falls for your tricks every single time.

He groans again, turning your face around to kiss you roughly, the hand around your neck slipping down to cup your breasts that are not pressed against the mirror anymore. “You drive me insane.”

“Good,” you smirk against his lips.

“One day I’ll fuck that smirk out of your face.” Is the only thing that he says before pleasure gets too much for any of you to keep going with your bitter remarks. It’s exciting though, probably too much if you minded to care about what’s toxic or not, but you don’t care. It’s just sex at the end of the day and you both need it.

When you feel your orgasm and you know he’s close you speak, “Pull out.”

“No,” he replies. “Come on, we’ll make a mess.”

“I have practice,” you whine, trying to act as if the thought of dancing full of his cum doesn’t turn you on.

“It’s not more than half an hour,” Haechan mumbles, fingers sliding down to play with your clit again. “I know you want it, I know you want to keep a little reminder of me, don’t lie and take it.”

And he’s right once again, so you give in and hum.

“I knew it,” he moans, meeting your gaze through the mirror, making your legs shake at the way he looks at you. There was something so hot about being so exposed, more than all the other times you two sneaked in the bathrooms or empty practice rooms that you were sure nobody was going to use.

“Fuck,” Haechan groans, leaning his head against your shoulder as he comes inside of you, cock rubbing in and out your wet cunt, making you shiver in overstimulation. The first orgasm after God knows how long and it feels like the most liberating feeling ever. It’s so strong that your legs almost collapse when he pulls out of you, but luckily his arms keep you up.

“You good?” He asks, a tender smile on his lips.

“Yeah, thanks I guess,” you mumble, kneeling to pull your panties and pants up before his cum could stain the outside of your sweats. You can survive 30 minutes, right? You hope so.

“You should cover up, by the way,” you tell him, bringing the attention back to his exposed chest, covering your own by fixing your bra and top, hoping you look decent.

“Why? Afraid I might fuck somebody else?”

“Afraid you might catch a cold, dumbass,” you reply pushing him away, freezing when the door slams open.

“Oh, hi,” Jaemin says, walking in, staring at you with a furrow on your face. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, nothing, just asking him for help for a note I can’t reach,” you say, hoping he can’t feel the embarrassment in your voice and hoping your brain won’t betray you making you turn your head toward the part of the mirror that was stained with the mess you made. “You know, those impossible things we have to do to bring money at home,” you joke, hoping he would buy it, and he does.

“Yeah, I regretted all my life choices with the last comeback,” he says, smiling at you before turning his attention to his bag, looking for something. Unbothered by the fact that you and Haechan were in the same room, alone, while he was half naked. And you wonder just how often Haechan didn’t keep his clothes on.

You hear Haechan chuckle before he walks you toward the door. “If you need more singing lessons, you have my number,” he winks, and you glare at him, giving him the finger but he shrugs it off and says, “Next time I’ll bring the microphone.”

#anon answered #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #donghyuck smut #lee donghyuck smut #haechan scenarios #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut

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lexsssu · 5 months

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Wither (Hinahoho)

TAGS: Hinahoho/Dragoness!reader, age gap, DILF, size difference, size kink, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.

“...and this is Hinahoho. His body might look abnormally large, but all of his people actually look like that. Don’t worry.”

Golden eyes widened and dilated as they beheld the gargantuan man before them. Travelling from the crown of bright blue hair, the matured yet still ruggedly handsome face decorated with stubble, down to the bulging herculean figure wrapped in furs. Something inside you purrs and croons at the sight of a true man amongst men, heat building up in your gut as one of his enormous hands begins to descend towards you four.

Your body seems to move by itself when you push Alibaba to the side so that Hinahoho’s big hand falls upon your head instead. Realizing that a little lady was under his hand, the older man lightens his weight and gingerly pets your head rather than the intense ruffling he had in mind.

“Nice to meet you.”

The warrior’s voice was low and gruff yet his smile contained so much warmth for someone who was born and grew up in the frigid north.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance”

You place special emphasis on a certain word all the while staring up at the man through your lashes with heated eyes, pink lips set in a coquettish smile.

The both of you pretend not to notice the reddish flush that colors the tips of his ears.

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“Dad! When will you get a new wife?!”

“Hurry up and make more little brothers and sisters for us!”

“You brats shouldn’t care about stuff like this”

Draconic ears perked up at the words of the Imuchakk children, your head quickly snapping towards their direction as the two tall boys bullied their equally gigantic father.

“How about me?”

“Ehhh? It’s impossible for Lady Pisti”

“Huh? Why?!”

“‘Cuz we want more siblings! And your body is way too small!”

“Dad’s d*ck wouldn’t fit—”

Kikiriku’s loud yelp echoed across the area as Hinahoho bonked his son in the head, clutching the boy in his arms as punishment for the embarrassment he was subjected to.

With the issue of his singleness being raised, Pisti wasted no time giving suggestions. All of which were respectfully turned down by the flustered general, leaving his eager children in despair at the thought of his ‘manhood withering away from disuse’ as Kikiriku had aptly stated earlier.

“Oya~? I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that. I can guarantee 100% that Hinahoho-san is putting his tools to good use”

They snapped their heads so fast that it was a wonder they didn’t break their necks. However, none of them had time to care as they watched you enter the scene after having given your heartiest congratulations to the wedded couple.

You leisurely slip through the crowds before standing right beside the Imuchakk warrior, looking so comically tiny by his side as you wrap both your slender arms around a single muscled arm of his. “It is with great pleasure that I guarantee his virility. Isn’t that right, Hinahoho-san?”

“...Really, Hinahoho? Did it really have to be MY daughter?”

“Drakon, I can explain—”

“Oh, I’ll definitely get an explanation out of you and we are going to have a VERY long conversation after this.”

While their father was despairing, Kikiriku and Horohoro practically swarmed you in their joy and excitement. All of the general’s kids were enamored with you, seeing as you could easily keep up with them in terms of physical prowess and treated them as if they were your own children ever since you first arrived at their island kingdom. The fact that you were apparently dating their lame as hell old man was a VERY welcome surprise.

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Hinahoho had only ever been with a single woman throughout his entire life. Sadly, fate had decided his beloved Rurumu wasn’t meant to spend the rest of their natural lives together. He’d accepted that along with the responsibility to care for their four children by himself and never once thought about finding a new woman to love and who would love him alongside his children.

But here he is now, lying beneath you on the gigantic reinforced bed within Sindria’s palace that served as your new marriage bed after the ceremony that tied you both just minutes ago.

Your tiny hands are clutching his own, fingers intertwined as you use him as an anchor while you ground your hips above him and set your own pace. Hinahoho was a giant of a man, so it was only natural that the size of his cock followed suit which is why it always took you a bit of time to work your pussy open to be able to accept all of him easily and smoothly.

The burly warrior bit his lip as he is treated to the sight of his young and adorably tiny new wife willingly splitting her little cunt open by fucking herself on his dick, needing to use every ounce of his willpower now to buck up and start pounding away. It was their wedding night and by Solomon he will pamper you until there is no possible way you aren’t pregnant by the end—

Oh, he meant that he’ll treat you like a queen by letting you sit on him like he’s your throne. Your choice if you want his mouth or coc—

What he means is that he’ll keep fucking you until your womb takes the shape of his dick—

“Look, anata . See how deep you’re reaching inside? When you cum, all of it is directly gonna be deposited into my baby-making chamber, you know?” You pull one of his hands and place it on the bulge against your belly, letting him feel exactly how deeply and thoroughly he was spearing you with his imposing length. “Make sure to spurt out a lot, okay? Kikiriku, Horohoro, Pipiriku, & Rirumu are counting on the both of us for new baby brothers and sisters. It’ll be a shame if we disappoint them~”

And that was the catalyst Hinahoho needed for the last threads of his sanity to snap. One moment you were riding him and the next has you pinned beneath him with your body practically bent in half and legs spread so wide that it hid nothing from his view.

“Yeah, let’s give those four a lot of new siblings to cherish and play with. I’m counting on you to take every last drop,” with a snap of his narrow hips, the tribesman had his impossibly long and thick cock buried within your moist walls yet again.

Everyone near the vicinity of your bridal chambers swiftly avoided the area as various disturbing and frankly embarrassing sounds would sometimes leak out of the room, much to everyone’s mortification.

There is much talk about your union with the azure-haired general, namely how your relationship behind closed doors worked considering the sheer difference in sizes between you both. Everyone’s mouths had shut however when months later you pop out six eggs which revealed six children with various combinations of you and your husband’s coloring.

The four Imuchakk children were over the moon at the many new baby siblings they’d received in a single go.

Meanwhile, Drakon was not pleased in the slightest.

“...Six? Did you really put six children inside her all at the same time?”

“...I’m sorry, Drakon.”

“...We are going to have another LONG talk after this.”

“...I figured.”

#lexsssu writes #magi #magi x reader #magi the labyrinth of magic #magi kingdom of magic #hinahoho #magi hinahoho #hinahoho x reader #magi hinahoho x reader #crossposted on ao3

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tsarisfanfiction · 25 days

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Absent No More

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Apollo, Cabin Seven Not much changed, after Zeus was destroyed, but for a certain group of people, they got the change they'd always wanted. TOApril day 3 - Divine Intervention! Some credit goes to @fearlessinger for today's prompt interpretation, because she was the one to suggest the Ancient Laws, so here we are!

Most things didn’t change. It was weird, for the mortals in the know, the demigods that knew the king of the gods was gone forever, that Olympus was without her ruler. It felt like there should be some sign that things had changed, but rain still fell, lightning still lashed across the sky, and whatever power vacuum may or may not have been going on in Olympus never touched their lives at all.

If not for the gap in the original horseshoe of the twelve Olympic cabins, where cabin one had once stood, they could almost, almost forget that Zeus was gone.

Except for one thing. One small thing, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, barely worth a mention, hardly a footnote in the story of the Olympian uprising and subsequent consequences.

Small and insignificant to most, but not to all. To some people, great in number but barely a splash in the ocean that was the human population of the world, it was huge, on a scale they’d never dared to dream before. For many of them, it was all they’d ever wanted.

For the woman in South Korea with her own dance studio that accepted students of any age and taught some of them how to turning fighting dances into fighting, it was the helper that regularly came by to give all her students an extra bit of guidance. It was suggestions on who needed more help, or dance props that happened to include aspects of certain rare, celestial metals.

For the man in Canada, it was procedures that went perfectly and the doctor that never left his side, holding his hand as he woke up slowly with the knowledge that he was never going to feel sick if he caught sight of his bare body in a mirror again. It was celebrations and affirmations and whole-hearted acceptance, gentle hugs light enough not to agitate still-healing flesh but firm enough to be all-encompassing anyway.

For the royal bowman in Scotland, it was the company he found waiting at home after a long day of practice, either parade or combat, with a warm meal and chores all already done. It was hair ruffles and a large, bright smile, and the soothing of aching muscles with simple touches.

For the librarian in Germany, it was the patron that came by every day, smile as bright as the sun and always a stack of books to return. It was long conversations on authors, on recommendations, and the fresh stack of books checked out at the end of the day, right before she clocked out to go home, and the way she was always walked to her door.

For the actress pulling long hours to make ends meet, it was the dedicated make-up artist that always ended up working on her, no matter the role, and told her stories as she watched her transformation in the mirror. It was the way the ugly scar on her face from where she’d once tried to fight for what was right never counted against her in auditions, and smoothed away to nothing with a simple touch of foundation.

For the lawyer that had had to fight every step of the way to her position because of her gender and the colour of her skin, it was the assistant that floated past her office every day to bring her drinks and make sure the case notes were always in order, even when her dyslexia made her want to throw them out the window. It was forced breaks and warm rolls straight from the oven of her favourite bakery for no reason other than being loved.

For the brothers that played basketball for opposing teams because their greatest challenge had always been the other, it was the cheering in the crowd for both of them equally, because no matter how serious it got it was still just a game, and family didn’t pick sides. It was post-match celebratory drinks, always on the tab, no matter the result, just because.

For the doctor it was the shoulder to try on whenever he had to give a patient bad news, when all the training and skill in the world couldn’t spare patients trauma. It was the way he never, ever got sick despite the near constant exposure to illnesses, so he could always be there to give others the best care possible.

For the farmer that had fled from war to raise sheep instead, it was dawn wake-up calls and an extra pair of hands when the animals couldn’t settle. It was lambs surviving their birthing and thriving even when other farms struggled with high mortality rates and animals struggling to adapt to the ever-shifting environment.

For the poet tearing her hair out over her latest publishing deal, it was soothing hands massaging away the headache while a melodic voice recited her writing back at her, assuring her that her words were flawless. It was the way the deals always made it through, in the end, and made her enough money that she never had to give it up in order to find another, better, job to make ends meet.

For the healer surrounded by children with weapons they were still learning to use, it was a helping hand in the infirmary, and a bright hug when the last mischievous teenager that had thought they knew how to handle weapons better than they did was gone. It was falling asleep during nighttime vigils and waking up with the sun to find blankets and golden company keeping watch while he rested.

For the saxophonist it was the accompanying instrumentalist giving him a proud grin that had teeth too white to be natural as he came off stage, because the performance had gone off without a hitch, and the second, private recital for just the two of them. It was the way his instruments always stayed perfect and in-tune, never suffering misfortune on journeys from venue to venue.

For the Olympic champion it was a beaming face in the crowd as she won competition after competition, toppling world records and making them her own, and two male voices proudly claiming her as their daughter for the world to hear. It was one-on-one shooting, where they did things most mortals didn’t dream could be done with a bow and laughed the whole way through.

For the historian always finding themselves in the deepest depths of archives, it was the gentle light that was always bright enough to read by, but never damaged the precious manuscripts they poured over. It was the listening ear as they recited what they’d discovered, to make sense of it, and the quiet confirmations of someone that had been there when the history had been written – or knew someone who had.

For the bowler who also picked up a bat, because not everyone in the team could bowl but they all had to be able to hit the ball, it was the perfect lighting whenever he made the run, always in his favour and never in the batsman’s. It was the same person catching the ball over and over, when he hit a six and it sailed into the crowd.

For the drum teacher, it was the way she always had new students signing up to learn whenever she had a vacancy, eager to learn from her. It was the way she could always talk about them, celebrating when they worked hard and got to where they wanted to be with their music, or asking for help when a student was struggling and she didn’t quite know how to help them, knowing that there was always help available for her.

For Apollo’s children, whatever walks of life they ended up taking, it was their godly father finally being there in their waking hours as well as their dreams, wherever and whenever they needed them. They’d always known they were loved, but knowing it and experiencing it, it turned out, were two entirely different things, and while he never explained exactly why he’d started being more around after his own father’s destruction, they all had their suspicions.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril 2024 #pjo apollo #cabin seven #will solace #austin lake #kayla knowles #toa yan #toa jerry #toa gracie #tsari writes fanfiction

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moni-logues · 1 year

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Hiiiiii dear Moni boo !! I REALLY want to make a request as you asked :) I would love Jimin (and for inspiration) Song: Shameless by Camila Cabello ps i hope youre doing great i cant wait to read mor of your stories! missing kintsugi Yoongi sm. take care boo!

ok bb!!!! What I did was read the lyrics to this song once and then, immediately, this scenario was in my head. So I hope it fits your expectations ok!! Thank you so much for reuqesating AND for the Kintsugi!Yoongi love!! I promise there will be another chapter; I'm just out of practice and need to get the rust out first.

Pairing: Jimin x f. reader

Genre: smut, little bit of angst, basically pwp

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Jimin knows he will never have you, all of you, the way he wants you, so he takes what he can get and lets you walk away

Warnings: unprotected sex (inc. a lil bit of cervix action!), infidelity

Shameless

You straddled Jimin and rolled your hips over his; he moaned against your mouth and tipped his head back, breaking the kiss to whisper your name, quiet, strained, reverent. You were in a rush—you had to be—so you lowered the straps of your dress and stepped off; you gestured behind your back to the buttons holding your dress together and Jimin stood behind you. His dextrous fingers worked quickly and your dress fell to the floor in a shining pool of white. When you turned back to him, arms outstretched to push him back onto the plush armchair he’d just stood up from, your foot slipped on the silk and you fell towards him. He caught you. Like he always did.

You’d never really been without him. Jimin. Your Jimin. Everyone always said you’d end up together. Meant to be. Soulmates. You weren’t entirely sure you believed in all that but you knew he’d always been there for you and you knew he always would be. Because he was Jimin. That’s just who he was. That’s just what he did. No matter what. He was your crash mat, your safety blanket, your escape rope, your lighthouse signal. He was there for you. Like gravity. Inevitable. Inescapable. Almost unnoticed because he was such a constant presence. Never not there.

But you noticed him now: his soft, warm hands sliding up your sides, drawing goosebumps in their wake; his soft, strong body pressed against you, lithe and tight, his muscles flexing as he gripped your waist, as he pulled you backwards, as he lowered you both gently down to the ground; his mouth, his lips, his tongue, all over you, wet and plush and tasting like he always had.

“Jimin,” you whispered, as you shivered, a rush of fire and ice flowing over your skin, through your blood. It always felt like this with him. Even when you got to take your time, when neither of you had anywhere to be, it was always electric.

It was elemental. Grounding. Jimin felt like the world diminished to just the two of you, not even the room still existed. As if you were the very first people to discover this. As if he’d never been with anyone else – as if you never had. As if you were the be-all and end-all. You were, really. To Jimin. You were it. Always had been. He was never quite sure if you always knew it or not, if you had pretended not to know for so long because looking at his longing was like looking at the sun; he burnt so hot, so bright, almost eternally, just for you. Couldn’t help it. He felt as if he had been born that way. He knew no other.

He lifted his hips to slip down his trousers and his boxers beneath them. You wasted no time in similarly shedding yourself of your underwear. He clawed at you to get you back on him, to feel the weight of you pressing down against him. He wanted to take his time. It had been a while. But you were all a-rush. You glanced at the clock and your heart skipped a beat. But you had to have him. You’d be late, no one would mind. It was your day; you could do whatever you wanted. No one would miss you, not for the next five minutes anyway.

You took his cock in your hand, hot and hard and already leaking – because he wanted you so much, always had, always will – and sank yourself down on it, letting him stretch you out nice and slow like he always did. Jimin whined your name, his fingers tight on your hips, wanting you to still, wanting you to stop so he could lavish on you all the attention he wanted to. He didn’t want this to be over in five minutes. Or ten. Or twenty. He wanted this to last all evening.

You wouldn’t let it. Couldn’t. You rolled your hips. He tipped his head back and sighed. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet – force of habit. It was always better with Jimin. He fit you right. He always hit you just right, exactly where you needed it. You had joked before that he was moulded to you, made for you, because it felt so good every time. No one else came close.

“Baby...” He was mewling now, lifting his head to watch you where your bodies met, with his eyes black and sparkling.

You tipped your head back and studied the ceiling as you rocked yourself on him, as you felt the pressure of him drag along your soft, slick walls. You picked a spot, a tiny crack in the paint, and watched it, then let your eyes blur, focusing only on your body: your heart thumping hard in your chest; your skin flushing hot then prickling and shivering; your hands resting heavily on Jimin’s chest, your fingers pressing, dimpling the skin, nails digging little crescent moons there which would stay long after you did; your cunt clutching him tight; your walls clenching against his cock; your juices slick and noisy; the slap of your skin on his resounding rhythmically. You lifted one hand from his chest, readjusting your weight onto the other, and let your fingers find your clit.

The second your touch alighted there, Jimin was clutching your wrist, pulling your hand away. Then he held your hips firmly and pushed you down, further down, so there wasn’t the slightest breath between you and he began to tip your hips, directing you so you could rub yourself on him, so he could give you everything you needed. You shifted to adjust your angle, bringing your clit into contact with his skin and you pushed down, too, his cock lodged deep enough inside that you felt the head against your cervix. He didn’t thrust, didn’t dig himself deeper; he kept your hips right there as you ground down.

It was overwhelming; you were overfull, overflowing. You could feel your arousal on Jimin’s skin, feel it in the squish of your cunt against him, dripping onto him, spreading itself, smearing, like an oil slick between you. You kept rocking, kept circling and he kept holding you down, pressing on you from inside and outside. You loved him like this. Truly loved him. When he was lighting up your body with pleasure, when you felt fire on the inside and ice on the outside, when your thighs were starting to twitch and your clit was aching for more and more and more and you were squeezing him so hard that you could hear his breath hitch, hearing the tiny, strangled noises that fell from his open mouth, when his cock was so hard and heavy and hot and insistent. Your mind went blank, your brain all white noise, your eyes seeing stars and tv static, your limbs tingling and you were shuddering, tensing, every muscle pulling together and apart simultaneously and when your strength began to fail, Jimin took over. He held you still and moved beneath you, mirroring your movements perfectly as only he could so that there wasn’t so much as a second’s delay, not the slightest pause in your pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuc-” you chanted to yourself until you couldn’t speak anymore. Your orgasm stole the word from off your lips, ripped the air from your lungs, sent you somewhere else entirely. For a moment, you weren’t on your knees on a hotel room floor with Jimin beneath you and your wedding dress three feet away. You were on another plain entirely, untouchable, a burning ring of fire so bright and so hot, one couldn’t even look at you. You were alight, ablaze, all aglow with bliss.

Then you were back, heavy and solid and corporeal. You fell forward onto Jimin’s chest and his arms were caging you in.

“God,” you breathed. “I love it when I come like that. No one else-” You paused to gulp in air. “No one else can-… I never do that with anyone else.”

He kissed the top of your head and hummed.

“I know, baby, I know.”

You nestled your face into the crook of his neck as he tested a thrust, the drag of his cock against your still sensitive walls dragging a slow, quiet whine from your throat. He shuffled beneath you, bending his knees to settle his feet on the floor, wiggling his toes against the plush carpet. He thrust again and set a quick rhythm, still holding you in place, making sure he was hitting you in exactly the right spot, every time. You could do nothing but pant heavy and wet against his neck, barely able to hear him moan, hear him praise you—the sounds coming to you as if from far away. There was just the push and pull of him, the slip and slick of you, the pressure and the fluttering and the pleasure.

Jimin was quick to come, because he was considerate and, even though he wanted this to last forever, he knew you had places to be. You kissed him as he grunted and his brows pulled together and his thighs went hard like marble as he pushed up into you for the final time and came with a shudder. You let him finish inside you because it felt like the least you could do; you knew he liked it. Secretly, you did, too, though you knew better. You let him catch his breath a little before pushing up and standing on legs that were still a little unsteady. You crossed the room to the tissue box and cleaned yourself up—thoroughly this time because you needed to—and, by the time you were stepping back into the circle of silk that was your dress left alone on the floor, Jimin was up, too, zipping his trousers and shrugging his shirt back on. Wordlessly, he approached and deftly secured the buttons that, only minutes before, he had been undoing.

You strode to the mirror on the other side and wiped carefully under your eyes, around your mouth, patted your hair gently so it didn’t look too mussed. You picked up one shoe and then the other and he was there again, kneeling at your feet, holding them out for you, one at a time, gently doing the tiny silver buckle for you and placing your foot back on the ground. He stood and you took his face in your hands. He knew he couldn’t kiss you, though he couldn’t stop looking at your lips either. You’d already tidied yourself up; he couldn’t go making a mess of you again.

“Thank you,” you whispered and you meant it. You closed your eyes and tipped your forehead onto his shoulder. “God, I needed you today.”

Jimin merely hummed.

It was agreed that you would go first. So you left, without a backward glance, and Jimin sank into the armchair. It was so fucked up. He knew it. You knew it. Of course, no one else did; that was very much the point. He knew that, no matter how you sliced it, he was the loser here. He would always come off worst. He knew he should know better. He knew he should call it quits.

He wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Because he had waved goodbye to his dignity and all his good sense the second you first kissed him. He shoved them into a barrel and threw them off a cliff. He didn’t care. Not really. Because at least he got to have you a little, right?

That was true at first. Now you were so far down the line, he didn’t really know what he felt. Which is why he was still here. Because you were the only thing he was sure of. He loved you. That he knew. So he kept coming back, every time you called. And every time, his heart felt fit to burst with you in his arms; and every time, his heart felt on the brink of collapse, with you leaving him.

He stayed in the room only a minute longer. He had appearances to keep up, too. He was your best friend, after all. He heaved himself out of the chair and trod, with heavy feet and a heavier heart, out of the room and down the stairs.

When he reached the main hall, it wasn’t quite dark yet, the sun still making its way down, streaks of it filtering through the high glass windows, one hitting you as though you were being anointed by God himself. Golden hour. And there you were, so golden. He smiled along with everyone else as he watched you dance your first dance with the man you had just married. He knew why you did it, why you had to; he understood your reasons, even if he didn’t agree with them.

This day had been such a long time coming that a part of him didn’t really believe he was there. He hadn’t watched you exchange rings and vows with someone else. He hadn’t watched another man ‘kiss the bride’. He wasn’t watching you now, smiling and laughing and kissing, as you circled slowly on the dancefloor. He wondered what everyone would think if they knew. If they knew that five minutes before this moment, you were coming on his cock, falling apart on top of him. If they knew that you’d been doing it for years now. If they knew everything that Jimin knew.

It was building up inside of him, this pressure. He didn’t know what it meant. Couldn't look directly at it, couldn’t poke around in it to find out, because then it might explode from within him and catch everyone else up in the blow.

He had to leave. He made sure enough people had seem him; he caught eyes across the room, smiled, nodded, pretended he was headed to the bar. Then he thundered back up the stairs and then another flight and another flight until he reached his room. He flung himself on the bed and screamed into his pillow. He screamed until he was dizzy and his throat was sore. What he would have given for more of you. What he would have said to make you love him enough. What he would have done for you to be his.

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Meyp Skxawng - Neteyam X Avatar!Reader Part 2

A/N: I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Easter. I don’t celebrate, but I can appreciate a good ham. This is set after avatar 2, both reader and Neteyam are 20. This is set in high camp, bc I said so. This is also not set as far in the future as it is in cannon, for reasons. Also no NSFW (the Hoes Not gonna love this :/). I didn't edit this as thoroughly as part 1, so let me know if you find any egregious mistakes.

You can find the other parts here:

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4

Although the writing in this fanfiction is my own, I do not claim any ownership of Avatar, Avatar: The Way of Water, or any of the subsequent medias. All rights go to James Cameron and the producers.

Synopsis: You experience a new body for the first time, and have never felt freer. Luckily, you have great friends to revel in your newfound joy with.

Neteyam X Fem!Avatar!Reader 8.9k 1st person POV

"Aw... damn. It didn't work." I mumble quietly, raising my hand to block the offensive brightness. Slowly I blink against the harsh light, trying to block it with my hand. I can practically feel my pupils expanding all too fast, trying to stop the influx of light causing me to be lightheaded. When I turn my head I see Max in a mask hovering above me. I see his mouth moving but I can't understand what he's saying at first. The blood rushes in my ears, louder than it ever has before.

"... hear me, kiddo?" Is all I catch as I realize Max was the one shining the offensively bright light in my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I hear you." I say, loud enough for him to hear me this time. "It... didn't work." I said to him, my words sounding slurred almost because my tongue is so dry. His face looked amused, which really confused me. Why would he find this funny? This is horrible? Finally he relents and puts the LED flashlight down, instead picking up a small hand held mirror.

"Yes, kiddo, it did." Max says, holding up the mirror. As I gaze at its reflective surface I see the body from yesterday staring back at me. Snapping out of my tired state I sit up; entirely too quickly as blood rushes to my head and makes me feel light headed but does nothing to curb my happiness. Max fusses at me but I dismiss him with a wave of my hand, insisting that I'm fine. While marveling at the modern science I reach up to touch it’s- I mean my- face.

"Oh. My. God." I say when my fingertips make contact with the warm surface. I saw her eyes widen at the same time mine did and I couldn't help the sound of surprise that escaped me. "Max! Norm! We did it! We fucking did it!" I said turning to Max with the biggest smile I've ever had. I was smiling so hard that I could feel the unused muscles of my face stretching tentatively. The dull ache from the use only sends more excitement through me, that must mean everything is working the way it’s supposed to.

"No, you did it. You were so brave, sweetheart." A voice I recognized as Norm called out from my right. I feel my ears swivel towards him and marvel at the strange new feeling of having moving ears, of the new muscles I’ve never had before. Stretching sinew that feels too strong to be mine. I reach out for his shoulder and suddenly I notice how big I am. My hand nearly takes up his whole shoulder as I try to gently squeeze him in reassurance. Norm lets out a grunt of pain and ducks to move his shoulder away, rubbing it and wincing.

"You just woke up so you can't really tell how strong you are, but you were a lot more gentle than Jake when he woke up. So don't worry." He says when he sees a look of pain flit across my new face. Before I can even utter an apology he continues, cutting me off. "Now c'mon it's time for a few tests and we'll get you some clothes to wear."

"It sucks, but the only thing that will fit you is some of Norm’s old clothes that his avatar got too big for." Max said as he entered the room again before I had even realized that he left my side. They pester and prod me while I answer a few questions to ensure that the transfer went as well as we think. They barrage me with a litany of fine motor control tests before they take all the IVs and monitors off of me. By the time they end I am grumbling and practically electrically charged with energy, far too ready to get up and run for the first time in years. Realistically I know that it will take a bit of time to build up to running and sprinting, but I am very tempted to make a run for it. Sadly, I refrain.

"Okay take it easy and try standing up. Then when you're ready try taking a step. We'll go from there. Hopefully we'll get you up and at em' before Kiri and Lo'ak arrive." Max instructed while checking the time on the clock above the door. I try swinging my legs over the bed and am again surprised by the strength of this body when I almost knock the tray filled with medical supplies beside me off the table. Max smiles and tells me to take it slow while I laugh at my graceless movements. It's then that I notice how good my legs feel. There's no more pain in my legs, no dull ache that refuses to leave no matter what I do. They feel so strong, I swear I can feel every tendon attached to bone under the skin moving as I stretch my feet per Norms instructions. My joints feel like butter and I almost melt into the bed with relief. There had been part of me, a small, dark part in the very back of my mind, that had worried that my genetic problem would affect my avatar.

"Okay sweetheart, try to stand up." Norm advises. Immediately I move to try to stand. I remember my strength this time and stand up with minimal issues. My tail flicks from side to side erratically before I get it under control and tangles a bit in the chords coming out of the bed. Norm and Max rib me a couple times as I struggle to take my first step forward.

"This is a lot harder than I thought it would be." I complain, trying to defend myself against their teasing. I'm starting to get used to the body so I decide to step forward to grab the clothes from Max's hands and stumble a little before catching myself on the steel table next to the bed.

"I feel like a baby direhorse." I grumble as I sit the clothes down on the bed.

"Yeah. I remember what that felt like." Norm spoke, obviously he's remembering the first time he piloted his avatar. It was a story he often told over dinners with a great degree of dramatics and theatrics. He would talk about how natural Jake had seemed juxtaposed with how clumsy and ungraceful he had been. I’ve had many warm nights and aching bellies from laughing at his jokes while he told his stories of the time before the war.

"Okay. Okay, love you boys but get the heck out while I change." I say, and point at the door, eager to get out of the awful hospital gown. The tag in the back was making my neck twitch, sensitive new flesh itching from the polyester tag.

"You sure you got this alone?" Max asks, eyebrows crinkling with concern. With his creased brows and crinkled eyes I can almost see the anxiety in his face and I frantically assure him that I am capable on my own.

"Yeah. I got this. I've never felt better, actually." I reply as I all but push them both out the door, shooing them away. As soon as the door closes I take off the annoying hospital gown they put me in and pull on the tank and shorts. I brush out the wrinkles and walk over to the two way window to look at my reflection. My reflection is so surreal I almost wonder if I'm actually dreaming right now. If so, it's an exceptionally vivid dream. I push all the hair out of my face and look around for something to tie it with. Luckily there is a large rubber band on one of the tables so I gather my hair to tie it. I feel a small jolt and I gasp when I touch the spinal queue at the base of my skull, also known as the kuru. It's warm and surprises me when I feel the muscle and cartilage underneath flexing against my touch. I try to tie my hair but I can only wrap the rubber band around it all once so it's not really a ponytail, but I simply want the damn hair out of my face. I turn to the door and when I open it I almost forget to grab a Na'vi respirator. Na'vi can breathe the air in the lab, but only for a little bit. I hang it around my neck as I walk out.

It's insane how small everything looks when I step into the lab. It feels like a completely new space as a traipse around, even though I've been living here since my birth. Max and Norm rush over to crowd around me and fuss over me for a while, still worried about complications. I assure them I'm fine, in fact I'm better than fine because I feel so light and so strong. They make me do a few more of the less fine motor, hearing, and sight tests while I wait for Kiri and Lo'ak to arrive. Eventually I get irritated and snap at them, telling them to leave me alone.

"You know I love you guys but c'mon I'm perfectly fine." I say before retreating to my room. I attempt to weave briefly but I just can't because it's a lot harder when you're two times bigger than you normally are. I settle for some music instead and pop in the 2005 pop mix CD. I accidentally press the eject button while trying to press the play and I finally understand how Lo'ak’s skxawng ass broke my CD. It's surprisingly hard to push the right button at this size because they're so close together. Finally I get the CD to play after a few tries and Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl starts flowing from the player. While I'm about halfway through My Humps. Hearing the loud door to the entrance screech open I scramble to press pause on the player. While I absolutely adore Kiri and Lo'ak I still am not ready to explain what My Humps means. I had a hard enough time explaining Don’t Cha by The Pussycat Dolls that I don’t even want to think about the mess of explaining the term 'humps'. I hear Max say my name and the word room while I scramble to sit on my bed. I awkwardly try to adjust my position into a casual laying down pose before the door opens and I hear Kiri and Lo'ak before I see them.

"No you… you- penis face. You said if I cleaned last night-" Kiri said before noticing the surprised look on her brother’s face and turned around to see me. Her eyebrows nearly shot off the top of her face. "Uh... hello?" Kiri said in that particular voice that she uses around people that she doesn't know. I get an evil, maliciously wicked idea to mess with her but of course before I can make good on that and mess with her Lo'ak’s big mouth opens.

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in (Y/N)'s room?!" He shrieks and bumps his head on the top of the door frame before scrambling into a fighting stance. I burst out laughing at this and through the tears in my eyes I see the recognition of who I am dawn on Kiri's face.

"It's me skxawng." I say in between breaths while I try to calm down, and Kiri lets out her own giggles at her brother's high pitched scream. Clutching my stomach, I stand up feeling my newly acquired abdominal muscles protest slightly from all the laughing.

"(Y/N)??" He says with his mouth open like a fish.

"Yeah. You better close your mouth before an atokirina lands in it and Eywa finally gives you the sign to shut it forever." I say rolling my eyes and pushing his shoulder gently.

"Yeah that's definitely you." He grumbles as Kiri laughs at us under her hand. Kiri approaches me tentatively, like I'm a newly born creature to befriend.

"How?" Kiri asks me while she grabs my hands and inspects my hands and arms. "I thought they said it was not possible anymore."

"They used Grace's pod… I'm sorry, Kiri. I didn't know until yesterday." I say looking down at the floor. Although I know Kiri will not be mad at me for using her mother's chamber, I know it might be a painful reminder of the loss of her. One could argue that she never really had her, but she had always been comforted by Grace's avatar. Always seeked out the tube when she was having a hard time emotionally.

"Hey, it is okay. I'm glad they used it to give my friend a chance at a life. It is what mom would have wanted." Kiri insisted before throwing her arms around me in a bone crushing hug. At least it would be if I didn't now have carbon fiber bones. "It's Eywa's will." She assures me. Lo'ak walks behind me and inspects my entire body before whistling.

"Damn girl, you look pretty good in blue." He says while smirking.

"Ew, Lo'ak that's actually gross. Shut up." I say while rolling my eyes. "Today is my first day." I abruptly try to change the subject from Lo'ak’s disturbing attempts at flirting.

"Well that means we have to go out and have some fun. We can show you all our favorite fun spots. C'mon Taw." Lo'ak says excitedly, even using the nickname he had given me as a child. They had just called me Tawtute or sky person when we had first become friends, not used to saying my name. Eventually I told them that I didn't like being called that because I didn’t feel like a human at all. They started to simply call me Taw after that. Grumbling in defeat, I reluctantly follow as Lo’ak starts trying to pull me out of my room and Norm calls out to protest.

"Hey! She's not going to be able to keep up yet because it's her first day. She can go out tomorrow, Lo'ak. We have exercises for her to do first. Y’know stuff to strengthen her sense of balance." Norm almost yells from the other side of the lab.

"C'mon Norm. We'll only take her to safe places and have her back before first twilight.... please?" Kiri pleads as we approach. Luckily Norm has a soft spot for her, as Grace's child, so he relents, but not before making me promise to be careful. Before we walk out the door I take a moment to brace myself to take my first step out of the lab in a few years. I've always avoided going out, for many reasons, like the staring Na'vi or vile names I would hear in hushed conversations that I just know have to be about me. I almost tell them I can't do it but when Lo'ak pulls me out of the door and I take the first breath of fresh air with no mask, I know I had to do this. With my new heightened Na'vi senses I can almost taste the air as I smell it. It smells earthy and lush; almost like the cave made by the mountains is alive despite having no plants inside. Lo'ak keeps pulling but I plant myself firmly after a few steps to have a second to get my bearings. Although the entrance to the lab is the furthest building away from the entrance of the cave, there are still a few Na'vi that live right around the human dwellings.

These were the less prestigious families of the clan. At this time most families were carrying out various tasks and jobs delegated by Jake and his few chief advisors relating to the more domestic chores to avoid midday heat. Many of them did the jobs deemed less important like weaving and basket making. A few had looked up from their jobs to aim their shocked eyes at me, accompanied by open mouths gaping like fish. As I glanced around most of the Na'vi looked away as soon as I met their eyes, dropping to their crafts in shame from being caught . I could hear a few muttering lowly 'uniltìranyu' or even some muttering dreamwalker in English. I catch a few elders pursing their lips and shaking their heads in disapproval. Suddenly I felt like I was back in that pool, a small little weak girl that stood in front of Txeyu soaked and cold not only from the water but the pain of alienation. Kiri could immediately tell what I was feeling, her empathetic nature peaking out. She places a hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles.

"Taw. Please, you are having a chance here to show these people who you truly are. Let them see that you are as strong outside as you are on the inside." Kiri urges me forward with the hand on my back. My first instinct is to snap back that I am not nearly as strong as she thinks but I bite down the bitterness and start moving forward again.

"If you weren’t wearing such silly ass clothes then they wouldn't call you that. Hell, they'd probably think you were one of us, you speak the mother language almost perfectly for a sky person." Lo'ak adds as an attempt to comfort me in his own way as we walk towards the front of the cave. Luckily, almost everyone was out hunting or gathering so we were able to peacefully make it back to their marui that sits near the caves' large entrance. As we all walked there Kiri said that she would help me cut my hair, because it looked 'like a banshees nest' and braid it into a style that would protect my kuru.

Neytiri and Jake were currently out on a hunting trip with their eldest son, Neteyam. Neytiri and Neteyam were a mystery to me; I had never met them and they had made no effort to know me. Which, I'll admit, is completely understandable due to Neytiri's personal losses that were caused by the humans. Jake is a sky person but she still hasn't let go of her grudge and if you are human you must prove to her you are worthy of her good graces before she kills you. I don't know what Neteyam's deal is, though. If I am to believe Lo'ak it's because all he ever does is work and train. But, and this is probably more the truth, Kiri tells me it's because he's a total momma's boy and Neytiri always told him not to play with me or join his siblings for our usual hangouts. This would normally be a little insulting after almost a decade of friendship with her other children and even her husband, but I totally get it. Humans are nothing but trouble, especially on Pandora. She barely tolerates Spider, but I'm jot sure if she even considers him more than Kiri's pet.

Kiri putters around their family marui gathering beads, string, and a small exquisitely carved dagger. Just as she makes her way over to me Lo'ak groans.

"Ugh. C'mon I meant let's have some fun. I want to to braid hair and talk about boys." He complained, flipping his hair back for dramatic effect and blinking his eyes lashes before his face morphs in disgust.

"You mean while I braid her hair. If you do it her head will look like a mess." Kiri says, sticking her tongue out. "Besides you know she must braid her hair to protect the kuru."

"Whatever, man." Lo'ak scoffs before picking up his spear and running a thumb over the sharp stone tip. "I'm gonna go fish while you guys kiss and sing or whatever." Kiri responds only by giving him the finger and rolling her eyes while I laugh at the two.

"Sit," she commands while patting the mat in front of her. I hesitate so she adds an annoyed "Now!" While pushing me forward. I sit down and cross my legs awkwardly. This had never been a pose that came easy to me because of my problems, but as I settle I notice it feels completely natural to sit like this.

"Please, if you could try to cut it like my normal hair. It doesn't have to be perfect, but I still want to feel like me." I said as I ran a hand through the waist length hair, marveling at its length and texture. It felt coarser than my other hair, but still soft even with my new refine senses.

"I can try," Kiri says nonchalantly before grabbing hold of all the hair and slicing a large length of hair off at once.

"Kiri!" I yell, not expecting a large cut, "please leave some of my hair! I don't want to be bald." I complain and she just clicks her tongue cheekily. Before I can register or try to stop it my tail flicks her leg in annoyance. "Do you ever get used to having a tail?" I ask dumbfounded as I try to stop it from showing my annoyance to no avail.

She only snorts and incredulously says, "Well I don't know, I've always had a tail. After a while it'll just feel like another finger, maybe?" She says while she finished roughly chopping the sections of my hair my hair. I'll have to finish later with some scissors in the lab, but honestly she's given me a really good base to start with.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it. And you." I say as I turn and give her a smile. Kiri gives me a small smile back and motions down to her lap where she has a large sack of beads that she used from everything from jewelry to hair accessories.

"What colors do you want?" She asks, grabbing out a handful of beads for me to inspect.

"Um, whatever color you think would look nice." I say and shrug. I've never much cared for my appearance so I'm not really sure what color I'd like in my hair. It was never really something that I’d thought about much, not really much of an option when you grow up with such limited resources. I don't even get to pick my own clothes, mostly I wore the clothes left behind by the female scientists. This often led to strange outfit combinations since most of the nice clothes were taken in the hurry to get off the planet. Kiri ends up choosing a couple purple beads and a few large green beads. We chat as she brushes my hair and sections it off. Mostly I listen to her complaints about learning medicine from Mo’at. They were notorious for butting heads about what herbs and roots to use because Mo’at is much more traditional in her Tsahik practices than Kiri is. Kiri is a lot more concerned with the patients comfort while Mo'at is a stickler for efficacy, always opting for the bitter herb that works faster over the mellow ones that take longer. Her hands work lightning fast as she braids down my kuru and two braids on either side of my face for the beads, a style she herself often wears because of her much more delicate hair. Most Na'vi had textured hair, much more similar to people of color than Kiri's thinner hair. When she is finally done she hums happily and hands me a small handheld mirror that I use to inspect my reflection. I am again startled that my face is an entirely different color but relax when I realize that it still really does look like me. The only thing missing is a scar from a childhood accident. Feeling the braids and admiring my new hair style I smile at Kiri.

"Thank you so much. My head feels a lot lighter now." I say while I trace my fingers over the braids, admiring the two strand technique she uses on the ones framing my face. She just nods in my direction while she moves to put away her precious beads. "So.. what now?"

"Now we get you out of those clothes. Are they Norm's? They are horrendous. I feel like I must cleanse my eyes." She says with the signature flat tone she uses when she teases me. I stand up and nod lazily, not wanting to acknowledge her teasing. I've been in many wars with Kiri over the years and I can admit when I am outmatched. Lo'ak is much easier to battle in the game of wits, so I've learned that instead of being against Kiri, it is smarter to be with her. While she rifles through a sort of chest I notice that I am actually taller than Kiri. The thought sends a happy zing through my body that culminates in my tail almost wagging before I consciously force it to stop. It makes me happy to be tall because it means that my new body is particularly strong. The Na'vi always prized the taller members of the clan, as they often made the best warriors among them. I puff my chest proudly and proclaim to Kiri that I may not fit her clothes.

"You are rather small for our age." I tease as she rifles flings a few tops over her shoulder. She flips me off silently and pulls out something that was larger than the rest.

"Oh thank you, Eywa. I found it!" She squeals excitedly before holding the set up to the light filtering through the hole in the center of the marui. It was a beautiful set, made from feathers from a variety of Pandora’s prized bird-like creatures. She hands it to me. Turning it over, I admire the fine details of the Omaticayan craftsmanship. I trace my fingers over the braided band that holds all the feathers. The leather is soft and pliant, even though the set itself is obviously older. I can feel my face muscles get tired from the grin that stretches them before I realize that I cannot accept such a gift, it would be considered disrespectful by the clan. They wouldn’t want me to wear their clothes, evidenced by the fact that Norm still does not own any Na'vi clothes for his avatar. He always just wears larger size human clothes. The only exception was a battle band given to him by Jake for his help with the human war, but even that is a huge privilege because he is not one of the people. I have done nothing to earn this outfit so I shake my head and try to hand the set back to Kiri. Kiri, however, does not accept it and goes on to explain whose it was.

“It was my mothers, a very long time ago. She was around our age. She has now grown out of it and no longer uses it. Please, I am gifting it to you.” She insists, pushing my hands away. At this my mouth falls open. Is she trying to kill me?! Though I have not met Neytiri two things have been made very clear to me.

1: Neytiri does not like humans.

2: Neytiri is known for being a fierce woman, hell she even scares the mighty Jake Sully!

Immediately I drop the set, refusing childishly to accept it. If Neytiri saw me in her clothes she might kill me and stuff my body to mount like a trophy hunt. Screw that, with how much she scares the Olo’eyktan I wouldn’t be surprised if she ate me. No way in hell, man! I just got this body and I have so many things I need to do first.

“Kiri, do you want me to join Eywa?” I ask incredulously. “Seriously your mother may slay me if she sees me in that. And it's not even yours to give away.”

“You are wrong,” she sasses back at me, “she has given it to me, therefore it is mine, therefore I may give it to you.” She rolls her eyes and bends over, picking up the top and loincloth.

“Yes. But, Kiri, there has not been a sky person that has ever been permitted to wear the people's clothing, besides your father who, might I remind you, became one of the people so he doesn’t count.” I insist, practically whining, while she tries to force me to accept the top from her hands by pushing it at my chest. As we continue to bicker a head pokes into the marui.

“What are you guys doing?” Lo’ak says looking between us. “And why aren’t you done? I caught so many fish I thought the stream would run out and you still hadn’t come to me so I headed back.” He explained and came in with three large fish strung up on a rope hanging over his shoulder.

“I would hardly call three enough to drain the stream,” Kiri teases, “and we would not have taken so long if this one would get dressed.” She points at me, as if accusing me of a horrific crime.

“I cannot accept the clothes. It is not for me to wear! I am not one of you. The elders of the clan and your mother would not like it.” I explained to Lo’ak, turning to him and gesturing to the clothing she is holding. He simply looks on with a bored look on his face before it transforms into that face he gets before he spouts one of his ridiculous ideas.

“Well,” Lo’ak starts with the mischievous look on his face, “how could they be mad if you had the consent of the Olo’eyktan’s kids huh? Dad would totally be fine with it, too.” He insists. Kiri enthusiastically agrees, nodding so hard her many braids bounce up and down.

“Yeah right. As if your mom or respected clan leaders give a thantor’s ass about your ‘consent’.” I counter and shake my head at them. I see an idea form in Lo’ak’s mind. A delicious, evil idea takes root and he opens his mouth to birth it to the world.

“What about the future Olo’eyktan?,” When I shake my head he continues on, “No I’m serious (Y/N)! The elders really respect Neteyam’s opinion and wouldn’t challenge you if you told them that he allowed it. Mom wouldn't get mad either if she knew he approved too.” I stay silent as I mull it over and I finally agree, albeit reluctantly. I'm not sure whether I agree with their reasoning or if they've simply worn me down. Another example of why it is better to be on Kiri's side, she will always wear you down.

“Okay let’s go.” Lo’ak says and grabs my forearm, pulling me out of the marui. There are a few more people than earlier and I get strange looks as I pass them, but luckily no one seems to care much as everyone is getting ready for dinner. I guess it has been longer than I thought it was to braid my hair, as eclipse is nearing. Kiri trails a length behind us, not really caring to keep up with Lo'ak's enthusiasm.

“Let’s go? Where are we going? Lo'ak!” I say confused, while Lo’ak stubbornly drags me along without uttering a word. A few times I almost trip over people as I try to slow down and get answers out of him. Unlike usual, he is a man on a mission and doesn’t answer me until we reach the cooking area.

“To Neteyam. We must ask him about the clothes, he is on cooking duty today. Normally, men don’t do that but mom insists that he needs to learn to do the jobs of women to appreciate the work that they do when he becomes Olo’eyktan.” He explains, as if that's the reason I was confused.

“What?! No! I don’t even know him. I shouldn’t be here when you ask him. I want to meet him under less weird circumstances. It's totally weird to be like, 'hi my name is (Y/N), been friends with your sisters and bro for a while, can I wear your mom's old clothes?'.” I complain, planting my feet solidly on the ground to force him to stop pulling me along, finally getting agitated at his lack of awareness of his own peoples opinions.

“(Y/N), please, it’s Neteyam. He will not care.” Kiri piped up, she had finally caught up with us and now stood beside me.

“Fine! Fine. But I’m not explaining this to him, you guys are!” I say and stick my tongue out at them. Lo’ak merely rolls his eyes and Kiri nudges me forward. I start moving again and we walk up to the large earthenware cooking pots that the many women are standing over. I can smell the pots, admiring the smell of spicy and earthy tones that float up from them. Among them is a range of ages. I see some that are as young as eight to many young adults like myself to even respected elders of the clan. The young children seem to be processing some sort of vegetable while the teens and young adults work on slicing meat and veggies. The older women are the ones actually doing the cooking, while the elders are the ones barking out orders and instructions to them. I hear many new Na'vi words as we walk past them. I assume that most of these must be the names of foods and spices, mostly because as a male Lo’ak does not get cooking duty and Kiri absolutely hates it. Tuk, on the other hand neither likes nor dislikes it so she also does not talk about it. Even with her mouth running a thousand miles a minute she still doesn't talk about things that she deems boring, which leaves my education of such matters to be very little. I search among the women for the mysterious Neteyam, but before I find a single male standing around Lo’ak calls out to him.

“Neteyam. Brother!” He practically shouts, unperturbed by the scornful looks that older ladies give him for disrupting their cooking lessons. A few younger children let out barks of laughter at his mischievousness. It's then that I notice him. Immediately I am confused that I hadn’t immediately seen him, he towers over most of the women there. Maybe it's because of the gentle smile and look that is in his eyes that makes him seem much smaller. He’s a lot less out of place in the kitchen than one would expect from a great warrior and hunter. He’s also, unfortunately, devastatingly good looking. I mean, I had always thought that Lo’ak was handsome, but his brother has this air of maturity and gentleness that makes his fine looks feel entirely different from Lo’ak’s. He feels like a man, while Lo’ak still feels like a boy. I feel a thousand times more awkward now. Why would Lo’ak do this to me? I think to myself when he catches sight of us and waves before I can make a run for it. I see him say something to the elder he was listening to and he makes his way over to us. As he nears I can practically see the confusion on his face as he looks at me. The urge to run away rears its ugly head as he catches my eye. I bet I could make it back to the lab before Kiri and Lo’ak could catch up to me. Before I can win or lose this hypothetical bet with myself the mysterious man speaks.

“Baby brother, what brings you here?” He asks and I can’t help but enjoy his voice. It is soft, yet mighty. Quiet, yet commanding. I ignore that thought and try to refocus, looking at him while attempting a smile that says ‘Hello future chief please don’t find it disrespectful that I came here today to ask you about what clothes you’ll allow me to wear’. I don’t think the point gets across, but one can only hope. “And who is this?” He ads while giving me a sideways glance. I notice that his gaze lingers on my shorts before moving up to my face.

“Hello. My name is (Y/N). And your baby bro has dragged me here to ask you something.” I offer up using my rusty Na'vi language abilities, trying to get ahead of Lo'ak's scheme. When Lo’ak said almost perfect for a sky person he may have been slightly over-exaggerating. I used to be better but I stopped talking to Kiri, Lo’ak, and Tuk in Na'vi a couple years ago when they asked me to help them practice English, so my ability has deteriorated quite a bit. I offer up my hand for him to shake. Neteyam looks down at my hand with knitted brows until Lo’ak says.

“You remember, our human friend.” He prompts, nudging Neteyam towards my hand. Neteyam seems to remember the silly human custom of shaking hands and takes my hand in his slightly larger one. He grasps it softly and shakes it a few times, giving me a barely there smile.

“Oh. It is nice to finally meet you. You speak the mother language very well.” He compliments as he shakes my hand. “And I am sorry I have not made it to meet you before, but Olo’eyktan training is very intense.” He says bashfully, looking down at the floor.

“Oh it’s fine. Trust me when I say I understand. There are not many who would rush to meet me.” I joke to try to lighten his demeanor. I find myself fiddling with the two braids that frame my face to try to escape the awkward situation. Instead of making the atmosphere it seems to make Neteyam deflate even more as he winces. “Oh sorry, I was trying to make a joke.” I explain, thinking I may have somehow offended him.

“No, I am just really sorry that I had not met my sister's best friend before.” When that came out of his mouth I realized, relieved, that I had not offended him, but instead had made him feel bad for me. Not the optimal outcome, but better than I feared.

“You are too kind, but I believe that may be Spider. Not me. Your brother however, maybe, but only because he has no friends.” I say with a laugh, hoping that this joke would actually land. Luckily that gets a few chuckles from him and he actually smiles before finally looking me in the eyes.

“You are funny, (Y/N).” He compliments my jest while Lo’ak pouts at it, grumbling an expletive that I can't catch under his breath.

“Ugh, Taw you are so mean to me. Sadly, you’re right, though. I’m stuck with you as my best friend.” Lo’ak interjects rolling his eyes, bumping my shoulder when he says the word stuck “So, stop flirting with my best friend.” He almost accuses Neteyam. Neteyam blabbers for a second, very obviously embarrassed before struggling to get out an annoyed,

“I am not flirting skxawng! I am simply trying to be nice to your friend.” He defends himself. I look over to find Kiri’s reaction to find her hiding a grin behind the feathered top she's still holding. I see her shoulders shaking and realize that she is also holding in laughter at her brothers' antics. In an attempt to change the subject Neteyam asks Lo’ak what he has come to ask him about.

“Well (Y/N) here doesn't have any clothes of her own to wear in this body so we came to ask if we could give her one of moms old outfits.” Lo’ak explains. “She thinks it would look bad if she accepted the gift, that mom might hunt her on sight. But, like I explained, if you say it's okay, surely mom will be fine with it.” He throws and arm around me and pulls on my ear when he says that his mom will hunt me. I push him away and flick his arm harshly to get him to stop.

“She is right. Mom would not like that. It has not been done since father.” Neteyam says, dipping his head in agreement with me.

“I know, but come on look at what she is wearing. If she wears that everyone will say stuff about her. Maybe they’ll even start saying bad things about me and Kiri.” Lo’ak says, using anything he can to convince Neteyam. “Plus she's not like Norm, she doesn’t have specially made earth clothes for her much bigger Na'vi body.” I can see the gears in Neteyams mind turning as he considers what his brother said.

“Yes. But-” Neteyam starts to say before being cut off.

“C’mon man, Mom won’t ever wear this again. And Kiri probably won't grow into it like mom thought she would… Plus, don’t you think it would look a lot nicer on her than this.” He says while gesturing at my basketball shorts. This makes Neteyam look at me up and down before he sighs loudly.

“Fine. But if mom asks, it was not my idea. I'm not taking responsibility for you this time.” He huffs at his brother. Suddenly, a voice calls out and Neteyams tail whips back and forth in clear annoyance.

“Dinner is ready. I must go help now. Will your friend be joining us? I am grabbing food to bring back to the marui.” Neteyam asks Lo’ak but I answer anyway.

“I would love to come, but I have to tell Norm and Max. That will give me a chance to try them on.” I suggest, despite secretly hoping that they don't fit. He seems taken back that I had answered him and not Lo’ak, but he nods and smiles nonetheless.

“Goodbye then. See you at dinner, hopefully.” He says before heading back over to the elder he was helping before.

“Awesome!” Lo’ak says throwing an arm around both me and Kiri on either side of him. “Well… First one to the lab wins.” He declares before taking off running and laughing at my dumbfounded face. I had certainly never been challenged to a race before, especially not by Lo'ak. Spider was the only one who I could possibly keep up with, but he was never really around much before my legs started to give out on me. Miles had always been a child who needed adventure, while I was always more of a homebody. Always cooped up in the lab, reading and talking to Norm and Max. Kiri laughed and nudged me before she took off running after Lo’ak. Seeing Lo’ak getting further away I hesitated, wondering if my motor control over this body was really ready yet. The, I thought of Jake Sully, he did not hesitate with his new body, so neither should I!

I look to the left and right to see if anyone is watching me. Luckily, most of the women were completely unconcerned with me, only focusing on their pots and knives. I take a deep breath before I take off after them. I’m again surprised by the strength of my new body, it feels like I launched forward rather than started running. In the first few steps I feel like a baby deer as my knees wobble and my feet are unsteady. My tail isn’t balanced and I almost fall into a woman carrying a large pile of leathers and pelts. I shout a small apology in Na'vi behind me. Not turning to face the disappointment on her face, I continue on. As I run my body instinctively adjusts itself, and I can feel my newly acquired tail now helping me to stay upright as I dart around people returning from a hunt with animals slung over their backs, hoof-like feet tied together. A few of the hunters in the party call after me to stop running through camp, but it feels like I’m flying. If this is what running feels like, then I can’t even imagine what actual flying on an Ikran would feel like. Finally Kiri comes into view with Lo’ak almost by the lab entrance in front of her. For the first time in my life, I feel determined to win against Kiri so I push myself harder. My muscles strain against me, the muscles in my calves are burning when I finally push past Kiri in the last leg. I whoop as I pass her in the last second, barreling into the lab door that Lo'ak is holding open to us.

I stop when I reach the chamber between the outside and the lab, my lungs heaving as I struggle to slow my breathing. Lo’ak is laughing at me and Kiri says something to defend me, but I can’t really hear them with the blood rushing in my ear. Ba-dump ba-dump. My heart beats strongly in them, another reminder of how powerful I feel. The rhythmic pounding slows and when I calm down Kiri congratulates me on catching up to her. Max and Norm greet us with a hey from the monitors in the computer lab as we open the second door, depressurizing the small room. We wave back and make our way towards my room, all of us grabbing a Na'vi mask as we pass the rack.

“You did very well for your first race. Very strong.” She says smiling at me, her fangs poking out slightly over her bottom lip.

“Would have been more impressive if she had won.” Lo’ak teases, “It's easy to catch up to you, Shorty.”

“Yes, well it's her first day in her Avatar. Father has told us what his first day was like, he compared it to a baby yerik taking its first steps. Catching up to me was pretty impressive.” Kiri said, defending me again.

“Thank you, Kiri,” I started, “and I would have won if you hadn’t cheated. You ran off before you even finished your sentence.” I complained, tugging on one of his braids harshly to punish him. He lets out a yowl of protest and gives his own tug on the braid framing the right side of my face. Kiri breaks us up before a brawl can break out.

“So are you coming to dinner? Please, we’ll get dad to say yes, I promise. I want to be there when you taste the best food you’ve ever had.” Lo’ak almost begged while he fidgets with the puzzle on my desk.

“I guess, as long as Max and Norm both say yes.” I replied, but really I was hoping Max would say no. Mostly because, knowing Lo’ak, I was going to be embarrassed through the whole thing. I’m sure he would keep teasing me about Neteyam and my clothing, and I will definitely be interrogated by Neytiri about my outfit. I’m sure she would have a lot of questions for the weird kid that has been friends with her weird kids for a decade or more. I am definitely not ready for that on my first day piloting my avatar. Plus now that I look at it, the set that Kiri tried to give me is so small I’m scared that I will flash everyone on they way there.

“Please, Taw.” Kiri joins in the chorus of begging. “I’ll tell mom beforehand that I gave you one of her outfits, too.”

“I have to wear that thing? Seriously? It’s so small! I don’t think I would be comfortable with that yet.” I try to weasel my way out of wearing clothes that are honestly smaller than my underwear in my other body.

“Trust me it will look really good on you.” Lo’ak says practically leering at me.

“You know, I’m starting to think that you just want to watch me wear something ten times shorter than anything you've seen me in before.” I say rolling my eyes at his attempt at flirting(?).

“No, but that is definitely a plus,” Lo’ak starts to say before I give him a death glare, “C��mon Taw, it’s not a big deal I’m just kidding. Every girl in the clan wears clothes like that.”

“I’ll only wear it if you promise to not try to embarrass me tonight.” I reason with him, before taking my puzzle back from his hands.

“Hey, I can’t help it if you embarrass yourself. But, I won't try to embarrass you.” Lo’ak says holding out a pinky. I grasp it with mine for a pink swear. It was something that me and Lo’ak and Kiri had been doing since forever. I told Kiri and Lo’ak that pinky promises were a death contract on Earth; a sacred ritual. That if you break the promise the other party has to kill you. Of course a few months later they had found out that wasn't true when they saw Norm pinky promise me to help with dinner. They had asked him why it was worth a “sacred pinky promise” when he usually said he would help before getting absorbed in his work and falling through on the promise. Norm had laughed through his entire explanation, that no, if he failed I would not kill him. They were so mad that Kiri had refused to come over for the next visit to the lab. I had to apologize and braid her hair four times before she fully forgave me. To this day we still use pinky promises to signify a serious promise, despite not being able to kill each other if we fall through on our promises.

“I’m serious, I want your mom and brother to like me.” I admit, looking away to hide from the reaction I knew was coming.

“Awwwww. Taw, you love us so much you want to impress our family.” Lo’ak coos, pinching my cheek that I turned away from him. I slap his hand away lazily and accompany it with a glare.

“Lo’ak stop, this is obviously important to her.” Kiri said, reaching out to stop Lo'ak from grabbing my cheek again. “Don’t worry, I will be there to protect you from Lo’ak.” She says, and pats my face where Lo’ak pinched it to soothe the skin.

“Thank you, Kiri. Hey, maybe I was wrong. Maybe she is my best friend.” I say flipping off Lo’ak with my right hand while throwing my left arm around Kiri in a half-hug. Lo’ak only grouchy at us while Kiri laughs.

We talk for a few minutes, before they have to leave to help get ready for dinner. The plan was for me to change and come to their marui when the dinner horn is sounded, which is when most Na’vi go to get food. Usually, a member of each family stands in line to get food for the whole family. Most dishes are served in one dish and the Na’vi use their hands to eat from each dish, using a cloth to wipe their fingers between each type of food to avoid crossing flavors. Each cloth is customized to the owner to avoid confusion, often made as gifts for children. I have never been so glad that I asked Kiri to teach me to weave as I pull out one of my pieces that is small enough to use as a napkin. I made it to use as a bandana, but in this body it is more like a napkin size. It's really too fancy to use as a sra, especially because it's not a special occasion but, since they're considered personal items to the Na'vi there might not be any that have not already been used. This would definitely be a better option than using one of Lo'ak's extras. Ew.

After that I get ready, pulling on the small set. As I look in the mirror I can’t help but fuss with the feathers on the top to get them to cover as much of my chest as possible. The loincloth starts to ride up so much that I debate changing back into the ugly shorts and tank top again. I shake my head and decide to just let it hang where it sits, as every time I move so do the tops many feathers. I go into the lab to show the outfit to Max and Norm. Norm, of course, flatters and compliments me about a thousand times. Max simply smiles fondly and listens to Norms compliments, much like a father listening to a mother fawning over her child. He only interrupts to ask how I feel about the clothes. I would love to tell the truth and tell him that it's way too short for my comfort, but I just smile and say I love it. If I told him he would definitely tell me to change, which would no doubt cause me a fight with Kiri and Lo'ak. After they both stop admiring my outfit I ask them to go to dinner and surprisingly both agree, quickly. I raise my eyebrow at this but choose not to question it. After that I help with their dinner while waiting for the dinner horn to sound from outside, they promise to set aside a big portion for me to eat when I re-enter my body later, making me promise them I will eat it. We usually eat dinner earlier than the Na’vi, so just as I add the finishing touches to our dinner the horn blows and I make my way down to the Sully’s marui.

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type: one shot pairing: george russell x reader word count: 2.6k summary: going on a holiday with a friend seemed nice. it was nice, and it ended up giving you more than you could have imagined. requested: yes! ''Could you please do one where reader meets George and she has no idea who he is. He finds it refreshing and happy that she wants to know him for him and not because he is F1 driver. She thinks that he is international businessman since he is so posh and travels a lot. She is completely surprised when she finds out what is his real job. He maybe reveals it to her by inviting her to GP, she believes that they'll just watch the race. When they go to Mercedes garage she scolds him for trespassing, he just laugs about it. She ends up loving the F1, trying his helmet and even gets to sit in his car'' (by anon) requests are OPEN warnings: flirting, nothing much really, just some fluff georgie boi notes: I can't seem to find good GIF's of George in Merc, so if any of you have them or know where to find them, lmk!

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One downfall to being one of the most well-known car drivers, formula one car drivers, in the world for sure was the lack of privacy. Going on holiday without getting recognised, being asked for a picture or an autograph almost seemed impossible. However, George didn’t mind it, he loved his fans, especially since he remembered the way he would fanboy over meeting one of his idols whenever he was a little boy.

But you, you were different, you didn’t know who he was, and instead of going straight at him for a picture, autograph or just a quick chat, you just looked at him from a distance. He for sure was intrigued by it, because even though you did not approach him, gave him attention in a way most people would, you got his attention, for sure.

It all started when you and your friend decided to book a holiday to the beautiful Santorini island in Greece, the white houses, the bright blue ocean and warm temperatures for sure weren’t something you’d say no to. Santorini, it was one of those places you had on your bucketlist, because honestly, everybody always talked so highly of it, and they weren’t lying, it was beautiful.

You had gotten a nice hotel, 5 stars because you and your friend decided to spoil yourselves for this one time, all inclusive, no worries, just relax, enjoying your holiday as two single, freshly graduated girls. The hotel was gorgeous, it being part of a resort meant the property almost looked like a village. The swimming pool was as blue as the sky and the birds were chirping and flying around, singing the most beautiful songs.

‘’You’re staring.’’

‘’Hmm? What?’’ You looked over at your friend, a smirk on her face as she watched how you practically undressed the stranger at the other side of the pool with your eyes.

‘’You are already looking for the boys, huh?’’ Jaida laughed, making you roll your eyes and look back at her, a smirk spread across your face.

‘’No, I’m just… observing.’’ You said with a light giggle, taking a deep breath as you leaned back on your sunbed, letting the sun hit your already tanned body to make it even more tanned, wanting to have that perfect summer glow written all over you.

He looked good, the guy you had been observing. The way his hair was slightly messy due to the fact he had just came out of the swimming pool, his smile, with the beautiful white teeth, his laugh, his muscles, he seemed perfect.

‘’He’s some sort of Greek god isn’t he?’’ Jaida had been looking over at the guy as well, because she knew you had a great taste in guys, and boy were you right this time.

‘’I wonder what nationality he has.’’

‘’Oh definitely Greek.’’

You looked over at Jaida, your right eyebrow slightly higher than your left. ‘’Why, because he’s a Greek god?’’ You laughed, your gaze slowly going from your friend to the guy at the pool. ‘’I think he’s British.’’ You replied, your lip caught in between your teeth as you investigated him.

‘’You’re just hoping he’s British so you can meet up once you’re back in England.’’

‘’That.’’ You say, raising your finger as you once again looked over at your friend, a smile on your face. ‘’Is very much true.’’ You laughed.

Later that evening you decided to get dinner at the restaurant near by, sure, you had an all inclusive holiday, but the two of you wanted to go out, explore the city a little.

‘’Oh, this looks so good.’’ Jaida walked with you, your arms linked, both wearing a silky dress and nice heals. She then pointed to a restaurant across the street, beautiful blue and green lights coming from the top of the restaurant, more green lights doing the palm trees justice by shining from the roots to the top leaves.

‘’Well, nevermind.’’ She says, laughing as she looked at the card which was outside on the street. ‘’Forty pounds for a pasta, must have gold in it then, jeez.’’ She laughs, looking over at you.

‘’Well, pizza maybe?’’ You suggested, making the both of you laugh even more.

But you did it, you went to grab some pizza, not really caring that you were both way to overdressed to order a take away pizza and sit down on a bench at the beach.

‘’Hey, isn’t that the Greek god?’’ Jaida nudged your arm, just as you were about to take a bite from your delicious margerita pizza. ‘’Jaida!’’ You exclaimed, feeling a drizzle of the warm tomato sauce and cheese hitting your leg. ‘’You’re lucky it didn’t spill on my dress.’’ You said, moving your finger over your leg and raising it up to your mouth to lick up the pizza drizzle.

‘’Yeah, yeah, look where he is going, and those clothes, damn.’’

‘’Wait, is he going to…’’

‘’That fancy restaurant? Oh hell yes, he has moneys y/n.’’

You just rolled your eyes with a smile on your face, taking another bite of your pizza.

You had been watching the stranger for a few days now, and for sure he noticed, because he watched you as well, his friends mocking him, teasing him and telling him to take the first step. You hadn’t stepped forward yet, because you didn’t want to bother him, who knows, maybe he had a girlfriend, or wasn’t interested in you. You had always been kind of reserved when it came to guys, most of them always coming to you instead of you taking the first step.

As for right now, you were laying on a sunbed, enjoying the sun and the music that was blasting through the speakers outside. All of a sudden, however, that warm sun disappeared, so you opened your eyes slowly, groaning a little as a small cloud made its way in front of the sun. But it disappeared almost instantly, making you close your eyes again, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

‘’Sorry!’’ You heard a voice of a guy after feeling a wet ball on your stomach, you sitting up immediately, instinctive reaction. You looked around, seeing a group of friends in the water, all of them looking at you because you were now holding their ball. Among those group of friends however, was him, the pool guy, the Greek god, as Jaida liked to call him now.

You smiled, sitting up and throwing the ball back in the pool, hearing some ‘thank you’s’ before the guys went back to their ball game.

A few minutes later though, you heard the ball bounce next to you, not hitting you, but being next to you. You opened your eyes again, sitting up straight and wanting to reach for the ball when a big figure blocked the sun from reaching your body and face.

‘’Hi.’’ George looked down at you, a nice smile spread across his face as you returned the nice gesture.

‘’Hey.’’

‘’The ball likes you, it keeps coming for you.’’

You laughed, blushing slightly as you looked down, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, before looking back up at him.

‘’I guess it does.’’ You smiled back, he was even more handsome up close. And he for sure was British.

‘’Care to join us? I’m sure the ball would like it.’’

‘’Sure thing.’’ You giggled.

And that’s how you met, not even knowing his name, or knowing anything about the stranger. You just got into the pool with them, Jaida joining as well. However, you stayed close to the stranger, feeling at ease, comfortable and mostly relaxed with him.

‘’What’s your name actually?’’ You now took the first step, dying to get to know at least something about this mysterious stranger that had been the daily topic for you and your friend.

‘’George.’’ He smiled, feeling somewhat weird that he had to actually say his name, but also refreshing, because it meant you didn’t know who he was, or what he did for a living. ‘’What about you, beautiful?’’ He asked, making the corners of your mouth turn upwards.

‘’y/n.’’ You smiled kindly.

You had found yourself new friends, because the remainder of your holiday you spent with them, George and his friends. You exchanged phone numbers the day you had to leave, because he was staying for a few more days.

He was rich, that’s for sure, because he invited you and your friend to join them to that one fancy forty pound restaurant the day before you left, and he insisted to pay. You just assumed he was some kind of business man, travelling the world for deals, maybe owned a company, but he was classy, posh, and sweet, cool, handsome for sure, just straight up boyfriend material. That’s why you didn’t hesitate to hand out your number, because you matched on multiple aspects.

You went on dates, and you quickly got used to him spoiling you. You would go out for normal dates, just chilling at each other’s house, ordering pizza, having walks through the park, just normal things. However, once every while he would take you out for a fancy dinner, even a gala, a concert where he had VIP tickets for, and right now, he invited you to actually go to a Grand Prix with him.

So here you were, nicely dressed as you played with the VIP paddock pass around your neck. There were a lot, and I repeat, a lot, of photographers. Many wanting to take pictures of the two of you, together. You just assumed it was because he was a special guest, a business man, wealthy, a catch for the media and Formula One in general.

You knew a lot about him, however you never dared to ask about his job. He mentioned that he used to kart a lot when he was little, so that’s probably why he was so passionate about Formula One and racing. You also never looked him up, because you felt like that would be rude, besides, there was no point in looking him up, because you just enjoyed your time with him, and that was what counted the most to you.

You were walking, his arm wrapped around your waist as you took everything in, the garages, the artists, grandstands, music, everything was just, massive. It was a big thing, Formula One, and being here made you love it even more, because everything you knew about it came from George, the stories he told you.

‘’George.’’ You say, reaching for his hand when he basically stepped into the Mercedes garage. You didn’t even notice his name or face at the top of the garage, because you were too occupied with talking to your date, happily.

‘’What, love?’’ He asks, a playful smile spread across his face.

‘’You can’t just, go in there, that’s for the team and drivers, right?’’ You asked, confused as to why he just crossed the line and walked inside, pulling you alongside him.

‘’George, mate.’’ Random guys walked towards him, patting his back, smiling at the British guy, as well as looking over at you. But you were confused, they knew him, and he was able to walk inside the garages, actually looking at the car, touching it, looking at the computer screens.

He then walked closer to you, laughing at your even more confused face, which was incredibly cute to him.

‘’Wait.’’ You furrowed your eyebrows, taking a few steps back as you held his hand, your gaze going up slowly, your eyes widening as you saw it. His name. His face. On top of the garage. ‘’You’re?...’’

‘’Yes, babe, I am a Formula One driver for Mercedes. This is my garage, my car, my team.’’ He looked at you, a small sight of concern on his face. He was afraid, maybe he should have told you sooner, talked about it to you instead of overwhelming you with this right now.

But you just smiled, looked down and looked back up again. ‘’That’s freaking cool.’’ You laughed, wrapping your arms around him, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips, feeling him pecking your lips back. You pulled away, and looked at him, you had never shared a kiss in public before, and you weren’t sure whether or not he’d like it.

But that worry soon got replaced by another kiss being pressed on your lips, a smile on both your lips as he slowly pulled away from your lips. ‘’Wanna try my helmet?’’ He whispered, rubbing your cheek with his thumb gently. You nodded in response, blushing a deep shade of red as he walked further into the garage, grabbing his helmet from the table.

He untied your pony tail, running his fingers through your hair to let it fall over your shoulders. He then carefully placed the helmet on your head, pecking your lips one more time before letting you push the helmet on your head, helping you as well along the way.

You took pictures, many pictures, together, alone, with the crew as well as Lewis and a picture with the car. It felt amazing, you were having the time of your life, and so was George. You had lunch together, walked around the paddock meeting some of his closest friends, his boss, Toto, as well as some drivers at the grid.

After lunch you walked back to the garages, and George held your hand. He had talked with his engineers and they cleaned the car, ready for you to step inside.

‘’What are you doing?’’ You asked, a cheeky smile on his face and a frown on your own. ‘’George?’’ You asked, raising your eyebrow slightly.

‘’Come on love, it will be fun.’’ He smiled, squeezing your hand as you just followed him inside the garage, towards the car. ‘’You can hop in.’’

‘’What? Are you serious?’’ You asked, a big smile appearing on your face.

‘’Yeah, of course, come.’’ He rested his hands on your hips, his mechanics placing the small stool next to the car to help you get in. You then held George’s hands, stepping onto the seat, before lowering yourself into the car.

‘’You can press the pedals if you want to.’’ George smiled, kneeling down next to you so he could see what you were doing.

‘’Well, I would, if I could reach them.’’ You giggled, wiggling in the seat, lowering yourself to try and reach the pedals. You placed your foot onto the pedal and pressed it down, slightly, because you simply couldn’t reach it much further.

You took more pictures, alternating between you sitting in the car, and George sitting in the car. You all saved them on your phone, it was a beautiful memory, and hopefully you’d be able to add many more.

‘’You know.’’ George leaned against the wall of the hotel room, his arms crossed over one another as he looked over at you, and then at the trophy next to you on the table. ‘’You should come to the races more often, as my girlfriend, I think I might have found my lucky charm.’’ He smiled, opening his arms for you.

You smiled sweetly, stepping closer to him as your arms wrapped around his torso, giving his lips a light peck. ‘’I think I might do that… Yeah, I quite like that idea.’’ You whispered, receiving a chuckle from George as he pressed his lips onto yours, lovingly.

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Big Bad Bruin 3 (Tierna Davidson)

(and its the last reupload! yeehaw!!!)

Surprise!! After so many hours of writing, I finally cranked out an ending for y’all. It’s a little less fic at the end and a lot more of my personal writing style so sorry about that? Anyways, please enjoy and let me know what you think.

!! Part One, Part Two, Part Three !!

Warnings: cursing as always, team shenanigans, and lots of real talk

Rated: D for dumbassery

Word Count: 8,250ish… oops

“Damn, what’d that ball ever do to you?” The forward hardly spared a glance up in Ali’s direction as she approached, continuing to kick the poor soccer ball against the wall. She offered no recognition of the older woman’s attempted joke outside of a halfhearted snort.

“Y/N, ease up. You’re going to break something.” Ashlyn’s tone was cautious as she approached alongside her fiance. There had been many days that Ash’s gloves had been on the receiving end of those kicks and she knew just how dangerous they can be, especially when Y/N’s stuck in her head.

“It’ll be fine.” Y/N huffed, not even attempting to ease out of her rhythm.

“Maybe, but will you?” The ball stopped. Tension hung thick in the air as the girl paused, turning slowly to face the pair for the first time since their arrival.

“What?” There was a bite in her tone that was as sharp as her gaze was cold. The single word held enough hostility that Ash slunk backwards away from the pair. Likewise, Ali took a step forward, as if the icey hostility from Y/N was making her passion burn stronger.

“I said, maybe the ball will be fine. Maybe you won’t break the ball or an object but What. About. You.” Ali challenged, accenting her last words as she approached the taller girl, never once breaking eye contact. That was until Y/N looked away first, letting her eyes cast downwards towards the grass as she meekly began to juggle the ball around at her feet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N muttered, finding safety in pleading ignorance to the situation. However, much to her misfortune, Ali Krieger hates playing things safe.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Y/N Y/LN.” Shoving an accusatory finger into the girl’s chest, Ali did everything in her power to bring out the forward’s confrontational side - wanting to tempt her into expressing whatever it was she refused to verbalize.

“How long can you keep this up? Running off when you can’t handle being called out, hmm? How long are you going to slip away to assault a poor brick wall with a ball because you can’t just woman up and talk about your feelings? How long can you keep giving your teammates the cold shoulder just because you can’t talk about your fe-”

Finally, Y/N had enough of the defender’s relentless words.

“Forever! For fucking ever, Ali!” The outburst caught Ali by surprise, sending her stumbling backwards as Y/N swatted away her hand.

“Really? You think you can just muscle your way through life, huh? Act all big and bad all the time?” The counter from Ali was swift and Y/N’s jaw tightened in response.

“Yeah, actually, I think that sounds like a great damn plan. I mean, FUCK, it’s lasted me this long hasn’t it? All the way through school and up to the big leagues baby!” There’s some sort of sarcasm in Y/N’s tone, a dry laugh following her words in an attempt to cover the crack in her voice as she returned Ali’s challenging look.

“Oh really, has it?”

“Clearly.”

Y/N scoffed, turning away from the other woman now that she decided she was finished with the conversation. Apparently she needed to go find a new wall to work out against.

“Yeah? Then what about Tierna?” This stopped the forward in her tracks. The mention of the bright eyed Stanford player sent her entire body rigid.

“What about her?” Y/N practically growled through clenched teeth, back still turned.

“What about her?!” Ali barked out a laugh as she shook her head.

“What’s about her is this. All of this! All of you! For one split second you let her in, let her see this side of you that was real and RAW, Y/N! This side of yourself that you normally only show to people that you’ve decided to stop holding away at this damn arms length. And all it takes is one little comment from your teammates to what? bar yourself right back up again?” The defender was fuming now, truthfully she hadn’t realized just how passionate she was about the situation in front of her until she finally voiced her opinion to the youngin.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Back still turned, Y/N’s voice was gruff and deeper than either of the other women had ever heard it.

“Doesn’t she though?” Ashlyn joined the conversation now, a gentle look in her bright eyes as she joined her fiancée. “Y/N, maybe this big bad Bruin bullshit works on everyone else but it doesn’t work on us and it’s certainly too late for you to pull this shit with Baby T.”

“Don’t.” Y/N’s voice was a growl still but this time it was somehow stronger.

“No, Ash is right. You think you can push Tierna back out? Because it’s too damn late for that, Bruin. You can’t push away the girl you’ve already held in your arms because all you’re doing now is hurting her!”

The two women were met with silence. The woman whose back was to them didn’t budge in the slightest, body stiff, hands in tight fists by her side.

“Y/N-” Ali started again, tone gentler now as she angled a different approach.

“Shut up.” The two words were low, hardly audible as Y/N choked them out.

“What?” Ali questioned, echoing the same sentiment Y/N had earlier.

“Shut the FUCK up!” Her voice was hard but breaking as she turned around, spitting her words out as if they were leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up and quit talking about me like you understand what I’m doing and quit talking about Tierna because I am NOT hurting her!” The expression on Y/N’s face was enough to make Ali falter as she took it in; red rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks. The composure that was holding back the girl in front of them from truly burning in full Hellfire was faltering and to say the view was frightening was putting it nicely.

“Not hurting her? Y/N she’s hardly shown her face since training and when she does she’s dead silent, she won’t even talk to Kelley!” A flicker of some emotion crossed Y/N’s features as though the idea of hurting Tierna physically pained her but as quick as it was there, it was gone.

“She’ll get over it, she’ll be fine …. better than she’d ever be with me at least.” If Ali’s ears weren’t super sensitive from years of dealing with her fiance’s muttering, she would’ve missed the whispered end to Y/N’s sentence. But she didn’t miss it, she didn’t miss a word of it, and she certainly didn’t miss the tone of self loathing attached.

“Better than she’d be without you? Y/N Y/LN that’s the biggest load of bull I have ever heard. How can anyone ever be a better version of themselves than the version they are with the real you in their life?” Ali’s eyes were softener now too, softer than Y/N reckoned she’d ever seen them looking at anyone besides Ash.

“Because I’m an ass. Like you’ve both said, I act all big and bad and try to muscle my way through everything in life. Tierna… She’s better than that! She uses her words, her mind, her thoughts! She thinks through her problems and responds with such eloquence that I can’t even try too- she just deserves better…” Y/N sighed, words trailing off, dropping her eyes away from pitied gazes.

“But that’s not you! This big bad Bruin isn’t who you are Y/N, it’s who you’ve turned yourself into to try and protect yourself from these… these perceived threats! Sure you can be stoic and a bit of a hardass and pretty aggressive and…”

“Not helping Ash!” Ali cursed, smacking Ash’s arm. “It’s just that, this side of you, it’s different from who you are. I’m sorry for everything you’ve been through that’s made you feel this way, but it’s not you.”

“Isn’t it though? Isn’t it?” Y/N cried, tears damn near spilling from her eyes in frustration.

“No babygirl, no. The girl who went up for a header and came down cursing like the devil but stopped at the sight of a gorgeous girl, that’s you! That’s the beautiful, stunning side of you that you used to show us so often when you weren’t so busy pushing everyone away! That’s you, that’s the you that Baby T loves and deserves!” Throughout her speech, Ali had crossed closer and closer into Y/N’s space until they were hardly a foot apart. Nearer now, Ali could see the tears that had started spilling from the girl’s eyes, sliding from her cheeks all the way down to her shirt collar.

“I… I fucked up, didn’t I?” Y/N asked, head tilted like a confused puppy and almost whimpering like one too. Ali nearly melted as Y/N’s eyes found her, silently pleading for her help as if the internal battle she faced had grown too intense.

“A little bit, yeah.” Ash chimed in, honest as ever, earning a smack from Ali and nearly gaining a smile from Y/N.

“It’s just, the girls, when they called me soft I- I couldn’t, I mean the last time they… it just… it reminds me of-” Y/N’s words were cut off as hiccuping sobs racked through her body at the thought of the last time she’d let someone in. Without a second thought, she pulled the young player into her. If Ali thought she couldn’t break anymore tonight, the feeling of warm tears hitting her skin as the taller girl nuzzled into her neck proved her dead wrong.

“Shh, it’s alright kiddo.” Ali comforted, holding Y/N tighter as Ash cautiously approached and joined the hug.

“It’s going to be alright, it’ll work out.” Ash whispered as she pulled both women tighter.

“You’re okay Y/N,” Ali soothed gently as she looked up and made eye contact with Ash as the pair held the girl.

“We’re going to fix this.”

——–

*knock knock*

“Go away Kelley, I already said I wasn’t hungry!” Tierna yelled through the closed hotel door, praying the rasp in her voice didn’t portray her current state.

“It’s not Kelley, and I don’t really care if you’re hungry.” The gruff voice on the other side of the door was not in fact Kelley and that was a development that caught Tierna slightly by surprise. The voice called out again and Tierna knew there was no getting out of this. Reluctantly, she wrapped her blanket around herself and slid out of the desk chair.

“Can I help you?” She grumbled, opening the door slightly, only to have it pushed open further as her teammate slid past her into the room.

“You don’t even look like you can help yourself at the moment, let alone help me.” Tierna wished she could protest but she knew the older woman wasn’t wrong so she simply shut the door and shuffled back to her seat.

“Sorry, I get like this whe-” Before she could offer an excuse, wave her hand at the hotel desk and blame her withdrawn behavior on an excess of school work and stress, she was cut off.

“It’s not your fault.” The interruption was sudden and unexpected, catching the young defender so by surprise that she nearly choked.

“I’m sorry?”

“Sorry, that was blunt, I’d usually leave these kinds of things to the other girls but when it comes to Y/N… well she’s my mini me so I felt like it was sort of my responsibility to come talk to you about it.” Alyssa rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly as she looked at the other girl, looking at her with what Tierna could only decipher as pity.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tierna muttered, twisting in her chair and burying her attention in her books. Behind her, Naeher chuckled softly as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed behind the desk.

“You sound just like her, y'know? Denying the situation instead of acknowledging it. But look, I might not know you the best right now but I do know that it’s more than just bad nerves and some Stanford classes that have you hiding up here in your room on draft day.”

“What do you mean denying the situation?” Alyssa laughed again as Tierna twisted around to face her, head tilted to the side in questioning.

“Didn’t they teach you that curiosity killed the cat?” She furrowed her brow at the keeper who just smiled softly and held her hands up in surrender. “Just joking around.”

“Alyssa, what do you mean denying the situation?” Tierna questioned again, slightly more adamant this time.

“I mean that both of you think that if you don’t interact with each other and hide in your own little worlds that your feelings for each other are going to just magically go away.”

“I’m not hiding from anything, and besides there aren’t any feelings to hide from.” The younger player argued, slamming a book shut in aggravation.

“Really? So you just decided that today, the only free day you’ve had in a week, was best spent locked up in your room doing schoolwork, instead of going out into this beautiful city with your newfound closest friend?” Alyssa teasingly added air quotes around ‘friend’ as she shot the girl a knowing look, watching as freckled cheeks filled with a blush.

“I just wanted to get ahead…” It was a lie and they both knew it. Hell, the whole team could’ve seen through that lie. Everyone knew that even with extensions and forgiveness that Stanford offered their student athletes, Tierna was already incredibly far ahead in all of her studies.

“Yeah? That’s it? Absolutely no other reason?” Alyssa raised an eyebrow, leaning back onto her hands on the bed.

“Yeah. I mean that and I figured Y/N didn’t really want to go out and do anything with me…” The admission was quiet, nearly a whisper from Tierna as she picked at her nails.

“Why would you ever think that?”

“Because she’s been avoiding me for days now?” Tierna was taken aback at the bitterness in her own words as they tumbled out of her mouth and Alyssa was clearly just as surprised as her gaze on the young girl softened once more.

“Oh, Baby T, she hasn’t been avoiding you.”

“Really? So she’s just decided to go from smiling at me and taking me on her special morning runs to not even looking my way off the pitch or saying a single word to me? Really could’ve fooled me.” Tierna scoffed and Alyssa winced slightly, making a silent note not to get on the Stanford students bad side as this unexpected attitude made an appearance.

“That’s what I meant earlier, well at least that’s what I meant to mean earlier. When I said it’s not your fault, I meant that. Y/N can get like, well, like this. She’s just faced a lot this last year or so and she means well with what she does.” The keeper was borderline rambling as she attempted to rally in support of her mini me to an incredibly annoyed Tierna.

“What she does? You mean acting like a raging bitch and shutting everyone out?” As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them, guilt slowly building internally. “Sorry, that was rude…”

“No! I mean yeah it was rude but it was also completely right. That’s where the whole Big Bad Bruin thing came from. When she feels herself getting comfortable with someone or when good things happen to her she just tries so hard to push it away as if she can somehow protect them from her and all the bad things in her life.”Alyssa’s explanation was slower now than her previous ramblings as she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she searched for words.

“Wait, she pushes away… I’m a good thing? She’s being like this because of me?” The gears in Tierna’s brain were clearly turning now.

“In a way.”

“But isn’t that kind of counterproductive? Pushing away the good because of all the bad you have?” Alyssa bit back a laugh now as Tierna put the same thing that all of Y/N’s friends and teammates had been thinking for years now.

“Yeah but logical thinking isn’t always her strong suit, which is something i’m certain you could help her out with.” The bright pink flush on Tierna’s freckled face flared back up again now as Alyssa spoke.

As she worked through the keeper’s words, internalizing each little sentence, Tierna found herself almost out of her own body. Where she saw things incredibly intellectually, it was only now she noticed just how emotional the seemingly stoic midfielders reactions had been to everything going on at camp both on and off the pitch.

“Maybe…”

“Look kiddo, I might not be the best with relationships, but if there’s one thing I do know is that feelings like the ones you two have don’t just go away. She isn’t going to be able to push you away forever and you won’t be able to let her try to. Love doesn’t work like that.” As soon as she said it, Alyssa realized she’d said too much and promptly decided to shut up as she saw the dumbfounded look on the younger girl’s face.

“Love?” Tierna asked, nearly stumbling over the word as she focused closely on the way it felt rolling off her tongue.

“Just an observation.”

“An observation?” Tierna was still dumbfounded, the look in her eyes so distant that Alyssa wasn’t sure she even knew she was speaking.

“Mhm an observation. And speaking of observations, I know you said you aren’t hungry but I also know you haven’t left this room since breakfast. So, you have,”

Alyssa paused briefly to check her watch,

“twenty minutes to join us at team dinner or I’ll send the youngins back up here to drag you downstairs, got it?” Tierna’s eyes went wide in terror at the thought of the youngins dragging her to dinner so she quickly nodded her head in agreement.

“Good, glad that’s settled. See you at dinner, Red Star.” Alyssa grinned, shooting Tierna a sly look as she opened the door to leave.

“Wait! Red Star? How did you…” Tierna blinked slowly, mouth hanging open.

“Happy draft day, kiddo. Oh and, wear something nice.”

Before she could question the keeper any further, Alyssa was out the door, leaving her alone and almost more confused now than she had been before.

—–

When she shut the hotel door behind her, Alyssa let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Glancing around the hall cautiously, she caught a flash of platinum blonde hair peeking out from behind a corner. Straightening her back, she took in another deep breath before-

“Remember, twenty minutes or I get the youngins! We’ll be waiting for you!” A groan could be heard from behind the closed door, followed by the sound of the shower turning on, causing the goalkeeper to chuckle as she walked towards her poorly hidden teammate.

“Twenty minutes on the clock! Get to it and get out of here ladies.” Alyssa rolled her eyes when she rounded the corner and saw Pinoe crouched down, holding her Apple Watch close to her mouth as she whispered into the device.

“You’re not James Bond, Pinoe. You know you could’ve just called them like a normal person?” The forward rose up to her full height and shrugged her shoulders, a silly grin plastered to her face.

“Oh Uncle, since when have I ever done anything like a normal person?” The forward threw her arm over Alyssa’s shoulder, pulling the taller woman down to her level and ruffling her hair. The keeper didn’t protest Pinoe’s actions, just snorted in amusement and continued towards the elevator by her side.

*** Meanwhile, somewhere else in the hotel ***

“I swear t- Tobin Powell Heath! I have no clue how you’re so artistically inclined but can’t match your colors.” Christen flicked the side of her teammates head lightly as the pair searched through the provided fabrics around them.

“It’s not like we were given many options! And artists don’t match, Chris, we just compliment!” Tobin rubbed the spot where she’d been flicked and shot the woman a playful glare, causing the both of them to burst out laughing.

Surrounded by various colors of linens and strings of lights, the two women were working to find the perfect materials to complete their assigned task. It wasn’t necessarily an incredibly hard job for the artistic duo, but the limited materials weren’t helping at all.

“As much as I hate to interrupt this cuteness, Pinoe just came on the walkie-talkie app. Alyssa just left Tierna and we have twenty minutes until dinner and we’re supposed to leave to meet Krashlyn before that soooo…” The pair jumped in surprise as Mal stuck her head into the room, gaining a giggle from the team’s youngest forward.

As they recovered from the shock of Mal’s appearance, they registered her words and the newly found time constraint placed on them. Sharing a look, Christen huffed and snatched up the material Tobin had previously shown her.

“Fine, I can work with complimentary.” Getting to her feet, Christen brushed past Mal smoothly, her basket of chosen materials in hand. Rather confused, Mal looked back and forth between an amused Tobin who still sat cross legged on the floor and the hallway Christen had just disappeared into.

“So are we supposed to follow her or w-” Before the question could get all the way out, she was interrupted.

“Hurry up you two, we don’t have all day!” Tobin laughed and shook her head as she stood up before grabbing her own basket and slung an arm across the kids shoulder.

“Come on kiddo, we don’t have all day!” She said the last part almost mockingly, smirking and shooting a wink at Mal that caused both of them to explode into laughter as they left to follow after Christen.

—–

The hotel space turned USWNT dining hall was absolutely abuzz with conversation and laughter as Tierna exited the elevator. Despite her previously heavy mood, something about the sound made her smile. As she approached the open doors, she gave herself a moment to just stand in the doorway and take everything in. The room in front of her was filled with the nation’s best and brightest soccer players, women of all sorts of strength and skill gathered united in one place. The sight made a familiar warmth spread throughout Tierna as she scanned the faces of the women in the room, many of them registering as players she had grown up admiring.

As she looked over the crowded room, she couldn’t help searching for a particular face that she couldn’t seem to find. Thankfully, she was saved from the coldness of Y/N’s absence by the delighted cheers of her teammates who had finally noticed her presence.

“Look at you, hot stuff!” The comment was accompanied by a ridiculous amount of hollering and catcalls from the girls. Tierna blushed furiously under everyone’s eyes as she adjusted the straps of her olive green jumpsuit.

“Oh cut it out, you all are clearly embarrassing the baby.” Alex was quick to come to the young defender’s side, playfully nudging her with her elbow. But well, if Tierna was blushing before, the presence of Alex Morgan nearly set her on fire. The room exploded into laughter but returned mostly to general conversation as Alex linked her arm with Tierna’s and led her into the room. They were walking aimlessly at first but as Alex noticed the younger player begin to search the room again, she quickly threw them both into a conversation with the nearest chaos creators.

“Happy draft night, Baby T! Excited?” As if sensing Alex’s need to distract the girl, Kelley immediately changed the tune of the conversation to fully encompass the girl. Alex let her bright eyes find Kelleys darker ones, silently thanking her for her help, smiling as the defender offered a small nod of the head in acknowledgement.

“Nervous?” Sonnett joined the conversation now, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly.

“Anxious?” Rose’s turn now.

“Concerned?” Of course Mal wanted to add in.

“Those all mean the same thing.” Kelley deadpanned at the youngins who shared glances amongst themselves in embarrassment. Watching the interaction, Tierna couldn’t help but laugh, the bright noise garnering the attention of the group who became all smiles in response.

“Leave them alone Kelley, not everyone got superior education like ours.” The two ex-Cardinal’s shared an arguably childish highfive as the rest of the group mumbled various complaints about the Stanford players.

“Besides, I’m kind of all of those things. Obviously it was a big decision to not play my senior season so I’m just hoping to end up somewhere that I can continue to grow and further improve the skills I learned with Stanford’s program.” Tierna flashed a charming, crooked smile, blinking innocently at the group who all rolled their eyes or gagged at her response.

“Wowwww, looks like someone pays attention in media training.” Everyone within earshot laughed at Mal’s comment and then began to laugh even louder as Tierna playfully shoved her.

Trusting the young forward had Tierna sufficiently distracted, Alex skillfully turned to do her own scan of the room. Mentally she noted that every player at camp was in the room with the exception of Y/N, Krashlyn, Chris, Tobin, Carli, and JMac.

Somewhat hovering in the doorway was Alyssa who kept her own watchful eye on the room while also listening carefully to the sounds of the hallway behind her. It wasn’t but a second after Alex noted the position of the keeper that the head of Jessica McDonald poked in and whispered something to Alyssa before she fully walked into the room. When Alyssa began to move towards the loud group of chaos creators, the pieces clicked together and Alex grinned.

Phase Five was in motion.

——

When Alyssa’s large hand fell on her shoulder, Tierna couldn’t help but jump in surprise.

“Look at you, you made it on time!” The keeper gave the girl a crooked smile of her own that Tierna matched as their teammates all watched in amusement.

“Well when you threaten a girl with the wrath of the youngins…” She let her voice trail off as the other girls gasped in exaggerated outrage.

All at once the young players, and Kelley of course, began to argue amongst one another about how they felt to be used as a threat. Mal, who was very much stirring the pot to distract the girls, looked up and shot a quick wink at Alyssa who nodded in response before gently directing Tierna away from the group.

“If I’m being honest? It really didn’t matter if you made it down on time for team dinner.” The keeper’s tone was nonchalant, betraying nearly no emotion as a shocked Tierna turned to her as the pair walked away.

“What?! You’re telling me that you rushed me for no reason?” She wouldn’t lie and say she didn’t feel a little betrayed at the moment. Who gives someone twenty minutes to get ready and be dressed nice when they didn’t even need to rush? Well, apparently Alyssa Naeher.

“Didn’t say there wasn’t a reason.” Her words were short, followed by a matching shrug that left Tierna even more confused.

“But you just said that…” Tierna was once again cut short, this time by a sudden rush of warmth washing over her.

She had been so absorbed in the mystery of their conversation that she hadn’t realized that they had exited the dining room and were now standing outside at the front of the hotel. Before she could even attempt to question any further, one of the team vans pulled up in front of them, rear door sliding open as it came to a stop.

“Need a ride?”

An amused Carli was smiling at the pair from the driver’s seat of the van and at this point Tierna didn’t even question it, just looked towards Alyssa blankly for further instruction. Without a word, Alyssa climbed into the van before turning and offering a hand to help Tierna in.

“If I didn’t know this van was watched by US Soccer, I’d worry this was a kidnapping.” Tierna muttered somewhat jokingly, earning a scoff from the front seat.

“Please, give us more credit than that. If this was a kidnapping you wouldn’t have a clue, kid. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

—

When the van came to a stop, Alyssa quickly slipped out and once again a hand was offered to Tierna. Without much thought, Tierna took the extended hand to help her step down. Much to her surprise though was the smoothness of the palm that connected with hers, lacking the calluses of a goalkeeper’s grip.

“Careful.” A voice chided her as she nearly stumbled over her own feet as her sandals hit the soft sand below her.

“What are you all doing here?” Christen released Tiernas hand and smiled innocently at her as she and Tobin got into the van.

“Oh y’know, just enjoying the sunset.” Before Tierna could ask anything further, the roughness of Alyssa’s hands that she was steadily growing used was once again guiding her away.

“Where are we even going?”

“Just trust me.”

—

The ocean was restless, lapping against the shore, searching for a hold it wouldn’t find. The sound was almost deafening in the near silence of the evening. But of course, no silence lasted forever.

“Trust you? Can’t you just tell me?”

Despite the warmth of the night around her, the familiar voice sent a chill through her entire body.

“Didn’t they teach you anything at Stanford? It’s better to show, not tell.”

Typical Naeher, giving just enough information without giving anything at all.

“Alyssa you’re being incredibly…”

A pause. They were here, they could see her now. See the platform in the sand. The candles. The table. The strings of lights she wished would flicker out around her so she could hide herself in the dark glow of the setting sun.

“Vague.”

She could just barely see the pair as she stood with her back facing mostly towards them. What she could make out though, was how gentle Alyssa had grown. She could feel, more than see, the keeper encouraging Tierna to move forward. To move towards her. Worse though, was the anxiousness she could feel coming off of Tierna in waves stronger than those from the ocean in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, drawing all the courage she could, she turned around.

“Y/N.” Tierna’s voice was nearly breathless as she let her eyes take in the woman in front of her. Every single cell in Y/N’s body was screaming at her to run, to get away from whatever was about to happen, but she forced herself to stand in place.

“Hi.” It was meek, softer Tierna thought than she had ever heard her speak. Somehow, Tierna tore her eyes from Y/N long enough to turn and look at Alyssa who still stood behind her offering a silent exit strategy.

It was Tierna’s turn now to take a deep breath and turn back around, listening to Alyssa’s footsteps recede, leaving the two alone on the open beach.

“What’s this?”

Y/N withheld from the urge to take a step backwards as Tierna stepped forward, questioningly approaching the platform.

“An apology, if you’ll let it be.” The answer was raw but the sadness shining in the other girl’s eyes told Tierna that it was also incredibly honest. She didn’t acknowledge the answer with words, instead humming in response as she moved to step onto the platform.

For what must have been the third time that day, Tierna had a hand extended to her. Only this time, she hesitated. She knew what it felt like for her skin to touch Y/N’s, recently even a brush in passing proved to be dangerous to her heart, so she couldn’t begin to imagine what taking her hand would feel like. Understanding the situation, Y/N did well to step back and allowed Tierna to step onto the slightly raised wooden platform herself.

“It’s beautiful.” Tierna observed, her voice a gentle rasp that made Y/N smile bashfully as she pulled out a chair for the other woman.

As Y/N moved to take her own seat, Tierna let herself truly take in her surroundings. On second thought, Tierna felt calling the setup beautiful was an understatement. The wooden palette-platform below them offered a sturdy base just above the sand that their table and chairs sat neatly on. The round table was covered with cream cloth that complimented the cushions of their seats as dim fairy lights strung from a few post cast a soft golden light upon them alongside the flickering glow of particularly placed candles.

“Thank you, I figured it’s only fair to give you an ocean sunset after making you run with me to see the sunrise.” The remark was light and playful, much like the normal quips and responses she used to hear from Y/N. The familiarity of her words and the allusion to their morning run made her chuckle softly and Y/N’s face practically lit up at the sound.

A comfortable silence fell over the pair as Y/N produced two plates of food from the basket at her feet. She reached across the table carefully and set one in front of Tierna who observed it with her usual critical gaze. Humming in approval at the meal, she lifted her eyes to Y/N who visibly relaxed at the sound. Tierna opened her mouth to comment on this but the other girl was already leaning down again to retrieve something else from her basket. When she leaned back up, Tierna’s eyes found the bottle the woman held.

“You know I can’t legally drink right?” She sighed, raising an eyebrow in question. Her question was met by an amused laugh from the older player that made her blush a deep pink.

“Of course you can’t drink Baby T, that’s why it’s nonalcoholic.” Y/N winked coyly, smiling as she easily poured the fake champagne into their glasses. Tierna laughed now too, knowing that she probably should have seen that coming.

The atmosphere around them seemed to lighten as they started their meal, both women visibly relaxing. Between the soothing sound of the ocean waves and the light whispering of the salty breath, neither felt pressured to speak. Thus, much of the meal was spent in silence as the pair simply enjoyed being in each other’s presence again.

After finishing her food, Tierna slouched back in her chair contentedly. Ever the analyst, she let her eyes flicker up to the woman across from her who was still working intently on finishing her dinner.

Now, sitting here, Tierna watched the woman she’d been missing for days. In the dim golden glow that surrounded them, Tierna felt that Y/N looked nothing short of ethereal.

She wanted to be angry, to be irritated, or at the very least to feel annoyed when she looked at the seemingly stoic forward. After days of avoiding her, she went and did this? Tierna knew that she should be beyond pissed off. It was the rational emotion to feel. When someone disregards your existence and then swoops in to try and sweep you off your feet you shouldn’t feel so calm. Yet for some reason, she was. The moment the pair had finally settled in for dinner, all of the anxious energy that had been building within Tierna for the past few days had entirely dissipated.

“What?” Y/N asked bashfully, catching on to Tierna’s contemplative staring now as she had looked up from her plate to take a sip of her drink.

“Nothing. It’s just…” Tierna meant to say what she’d been thinking.

She wanted the other woman to know her feelings, to be able to communicate with her and avoid future isolation.

But as she went to speak, she made the mistake of looking Y/N in the eyes. Those same intense eyes that had burned into her their first scrimmage together. They looked the same tonight as they had that first day, full of some kind of reserved passion, burning like a cold fire.

“It’s just that this is incredible, Y/N. How did you even manage it?” A flicker of disappointment seemed to flash in those eyes now, as if she knew this wasn’t what Tierna had intended to say. But as quick as it was there, it was gone. Replaced by an amused, almost mischievous, glint.

“Oh well you know, I might have had some help.” Y/N grinned, wiggling her eyebrows playfully at Tierna.

“Alright, I’ll bite. How the hell did you rope our teammates into it?” Tierna leaned forward in her seat now, elbows on the table and head perched in her hands as she listened curiously.

“It didn’t take much roping, honestly, at least not on my part. Alyssa and Ali handled most of it if I’m honest.”

“How would they ever manage that?”

“Let’s just say Lyssa can be very scary, Al is a literal mother bear, and our forwards felt very guilty.” Y/N gave Tierna a pointed look here and watched on as she connected the dots as to why the forwards were feeling guilty.

“Oh my god!” Tierna exclaimed, suddenly realizing. “All of this big bad Bruin bullshit was because the forwards were picking on you and called you soft, wasn’t it?!?!”

The defenders’ words quickly turned Y/N’s face redder than the USWNT secondary jerseys.

“Yeah…I’m sorry.” Y/N muttered in embarrassment, eyes fixed on the table in front of her. The bright flash of realization was gone from Tierna’s face now and replaced by something much softer as she watched the girl in front of her.

“Y/N…” Tierna wasn’t sure she could find the words to say after that. Instead, she reached across the table and let one hand settle on top of Y/N’s who had been fidgeting with her glass. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was the softness in the way the other girl said her name or the warmth of her touch but every cell in her body suddenly felt as if it was on fire.

“No, really Ti, I’m sorry.” Y/N looked up now, eyes sparkling with a degree of both sadness and sincerity that made Tierna’s heartbreak.

Silence settled over the pair, not quite uncomfortable but certainly charged with a certain undeniable tension. Tierna’s hand remained on top of Y/N’s, absentmindedly tracing patterns along the soft skin with her finger. The defender’s touch was warm and Y/N reveled in it, enjoying the energy each delicate pattern sparked in her. Sighing in content, she was convinced she could live in this moment forever.

However when a cold breeze rolled in off the ocean’s waves, she was whisked back to the reality of how the pair had ended up here in the first place.

“I… I have something for you.” Y/N admitted hesitantly, staring down at the table.

“Y/N, you didn-” At the chiding sounds of Tierna’s voice, she was quick to look up. The bashful embarrassment her eyes had held seconds earlier was replaced by the same stubborn fire they had burned with the first time the pair met.

“No, don’t. I did need too!” She protested as she pulled back from Tierna’s touch, instantly missing the warmth.

“You already did all this,” Tierna sighed, smiling softly, “I don’t need anything else.”

“Well, I wanted to.” There was an evident pout in Y/N’s tone as she stood up and crossed over to get whatever it was she was after. It was a sound Tierna would’ve found annoying on anyone else since she hated whining, but coming from Y/N she couldn’t help but smile softly while rolling her eyes.

“Well I guess there’s no stopping you when you put your mind to something.” Tierna said softly, causing a hot blush to settle over the face of the girl with her back turned. Y/N coughed, attempting to shake off the flustered spell that had washed over her so she could respond.

“Look at you, you’re learning!” She joked coyly, smirking as she turned around with the white rectangular box.

“What’s that?” Tierna eyed the box questioningly, unsure as to what the forward could have gotten her.

Y/N’s smirk turned into a smile now, happy to see that the other girl was actually intrigued with the concept of her gift.

“Well, I know you can’t technically have it now, but by the time season starts back up you can.” Tierna tilted her head in confusion, her gaze as cool and calculating as ever as she tried to decipher the little clue she’d been given. Meanwhile, Y/N crossed the small space to stand beside Tierna’s chair.

She intended to hold the gift for longer, give the younger girl more clues and make her use that Stanford education to guess what was inside the box.

But, she made a mistake. As she hovered by Tierna’s seat with the present, she looked down. She looked down and Tierna looked up. The position seemed innocent in nature but with Tierna in her seat, looking up with curiosity sparkling in her stormy eyes, Y/N could feel her breath catch in her throat.

“Here.” Her voice was low and gruff, the abnormal sound catching Tierna off guard. Nevertheless, the defender reached for the rectangular box, eyes scanning it curiously.

“What’s this?” Inspecting the box closely, she fully prepared to give it a good shake but thankfully Y/N was quick on her feet both on and off the pitch.

“Don’t!” Y/N yelped, her hand shooting out to secure the box as the grey eyed girl grinned up at her. “It’s fragile.” She muttered, embarrassed by the rather frantic outburst.

Tierna chuckled but listened to the older girl as she slowly set the box down. Under the forward’s worried and watchful gaze, she skillfully undid the ribbons wrapped around the light blue box. It was with that same skill that she carefully slid off the top of the box to reveal contents.

“Y/N, I…” To say the defender was at a loss for words would be an understatement.

“Like I said I know you can’t have it now and I mean I have a plan for it but I know you won’t play for us until after we get home from the World Cup and who knows how long that will be if we end up winning the damn tournament and-”

She stopped her words short when she caught Tierna’s eyes on her, realizing that she had been rambling nervously while the younger woman simply stared at her.

“Where did you even get this? Actually, HOW did you get this?” Tierna’s gaze flitted away from Y/N and down to truly inspect her new gift.

Practically cradled in her arms was a brilliant dark blue wine bottle with a label made to resemble the Chicago Red Stars crest.

“Well when you’ve been in the city as long as I have, you make friends in all kinds of places. Including vineyards outside the city limits and also thirty something year old creative moms with label makers and too much time on their hands. And then around here you make friends on staff who love you and don’t mind randomly helping you sneak in a bottle of wine on a rush job.” Y/N scratched the back of her neck, a slight blush on her cheeks in embarrassment.

“I didn’t think you knew, to be honest. Or didn’t care at least. I mean when I came down and you weren’t at the team’s party or whatever…” At this point the defender’s eyes had begun to water as her thumb lightly traced one of the blue lines that encircled the bottle.

Without another thought, Y/N sank to her knees in front of the still seated girl, trying desperately to get on her eye level.

“Of course I care! It’s draft day, that’s a huge deal. Especially since you’re going to be a Red Star too.” Y/N smiled gently at Tierna who sniffled as she looked up, the beginnings of a smile starting to show on her face now too.

“How’d you know? I didn’t even know until they made me film that video and you didn’t even really know me until recently.” It was almost as if the amount of questions Tierna had tonight was endless though Y/N couldn’t say she blamed her.

“Like I said, when you’ve been around the city as long as I have, you make friends in all kinds of places, including my place of work. Besides, I may not have known you personally but I have known of you and played against you so it wasn’t even hard to figure out that you’d be first pick.” Now it was Tierna’s turn to blush as she glanced away from the older woman and down to the bottle.

“Red wine, I presume?” Y/N chuckled but nodded her head in confirmation.

“It only seemed fitting for a Red Star’s first bottle to be red wine.” Both of them laughed now and Y/N wasn’t at all ashamed to admit how much she missed that sound.

“Thank you.” Tierna smiled, reaching out to place a hand on Y/N’s knee which only caused the forward’s smile to grow wider and blush to burn brighter.

“Of course. I mean, thank you, truthfully. I was being a bitch and you caught the brunt of it and I’m so sorry for that. I just… I want to fix anything I’ve broken between us.” The admittance was barely above a whisper but the beach was quiet and Tierna heard it loud and clear.

“You do?” Another question from Tierna.

“I do.” And another answer Y/N was more than happy to supply.

The only sound around them was the wind and the air that escaped their lips.

“I do too.”

The three words were quieter even than Y/N’s own had been moment’s before but the breeze off the sea carried them directly to her ears, causing her head to snap up from its relaxed position.

“You do?” Her eyes were full of an emotion Tierna couldn’t quite place but Y/N could name it easily.

Longing. Longing to fix what years of repressed pain had tried to ruin for her now. Longing to be able to heal herself and be good for the woman in front of her. Longing to be with Tierna Davidson, for better or for worse.

“Of course I do.” Tierna moved the hand that had previously been on Y/N’s knee up to rest on the forward’s cheek, letting her thumb trace softly against her cheekbone.

Nearly every thought left her mind as she leaned into Tierna’s touch. Naturally the pair relaxed into each other until their foreheads were softly pressed together and their noses barely brushed.

Y/N will always argue that it was her who moved first, but neither of them really knew.

All they knew was the feeling of their lips meeting. There might have been fireworks or sparks during that kiss but all they cared about was the others’ touch. Tierna’s chapped lips moved against Y/N’s soft ones, both working together delicately as if they were afraid that anything too harsh or sudden would break them both into pieces again.

When her eyes fluttered open to stare into Tiernas, the waves could be heard crashing in the distance, and Y/N thought in that moment how amazing it was that she could be so far from the water and still feel like she was drowning.

“So much for being a Big Bad Bruin, huh?” The defender chuckled, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

“Shut up and kiss me again.”

And so she did.

Tierna kissed her again there on that beach.

And back in the hotel.

And again in France in front of the Eiffel Tower.

And then again in France in front of a packed stadium and on national television after they won the World Cup.

And then at all the celebrations, when Y/N tasted of champagne and beer that Tierna couldn’t drink.

And of course, she kissed her again on the 19th of September somewhere in the streets of Chicago when both of their lips tasted of hard won red wine.

But Tierna’s favorite kiss came years after that night on the beach. It was the day Y/N got to actually promise to be with Tierna for better or for worse. Right after they exchanged “I do’s” as more than just an acceptance of an apology,

in front of all their closest friends and family, Tierna kissed her Big Bad Bruin.

Again and always.

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fun fact, i wrote part three of BBB3 AN ENTIRE YEAR after writing BBB2. isn't that crazy? yeah anyways heres my last reupload! enjoy.

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Dr. Strange x Reader "Is It Worth That?"

⚠️ MoM SPOILER FREE

Warnings: Some violence, some blood, not a lot though.

Words: 4.8K

When Stephen Strange tracks you down for practicing forbidden magic you are forced to make a crucial choice.

(A/N): Thought of this concept one night while (re)watching the first Dr. Strange. And then immediately after watching his episode in "What If". Let me know what you think, I have lots of ideas along this same line. Enemies to lovers is my favorite trope fight me.

(A/N 2.0): Also, what the reader is doing in the beginning is based off the Dr. Strange "What If" episode in part. Ok that's all, love you.

A muffled series of blasts outside the old temple brings your attention away from your research. The stone walls tremble and small pieces of debris starts to shake loose. You look up from the old, weathered tome in annoyance, your face twisting with distaste.

Are they ever going to learn?

The answer, you already knew, was most certainly no. Especially with The Sorceress Supreme recently dead, leaving a mass of highly trained, formidable warriors at Kamar-Taj with the sense that they need to achieve something great in her absence. So naturally, they focus their combined efforts on pissing you off and ruining your hard work.

But deep down, you can’t deny that you love the effort they’re making. It’s adorable.

Another great shudder passes through the building. You glance up and around at the high walls, the ornate carvings and eroded statues all had cracks in them now. There would be time for a final summon before they were able to damage one of the anchor points for your shield spell, allowing a few warriors through. As you grabbed chalk, keeping the old book in your other hand as a guide, you set up another summoning circle. But your thoughts began to stray to a different sorcerer, one that simultaneously made your blood boil and your heart race. No doubt he would be outside, observing the others as they worked to weaken the barrier enough to get in. The idea of him sulking around, waiting for his turn to rush inside, made you laugh.

Finishing up the circle and kneeling at its edge, you tossed the chalk to the side, placed the book to your right, and brought your hands together in an almost prayer like gesture. You folded your index fingers down and slowly pulled your hands apart, keeping your fingers rigid, creating the first of many hand signs that would summon an entity from the old tome into the chalk circle. The chalk began to glow a bright red and orange hue, coloring the walls of stone. The sound of energy filled the chamber with a steady hum. You closed your eyes and focused in on the energy while you folded your hands and fingers into rapid signs.

Hushed whispering and faint sounds of movement around you threatened to distract your focus. These had started a month ago, when you began to summon the more serious magical Beings. The sounds became more prevalent when you began to summon or if your life was in danger. Very recently you could start to discern what the whispers were saying, little snippets of conversation or words. When you were summoning they would help you, guide you to your goal. If you were in a fight they would warn you or suggest plans of action.

You weren’t clueless, the whispers were from the Entities and Beings you’ve consumed from the summoning circles. At times it scared you, but the sounds and words would become reassuring and your fears would dissipate. Over time you figured it was just a side effect, you could handle it. You could handle anything. Besides, it would all pay off in the end. You could imagine their faces as you claimed your spot as the most powerful master of the mystic arts. The thought kept you going, pushing you to do forbidden magic.

The energy surged now, beaming light until there were no shadows left in the chamber. A portal began to open in the center, small at first but then gradually opening to half the diameter of the circle you drew. Out of it came a large, muscled red arm, slamming down onto the ground. Its fingers found purchase and pulled the rest of its owner up through the portal along after it. A pair of gnarled, twisting horns sitting on top of a black goat’s head emerged from the portal. Its horizontal pupils searched wildly around the room before landing on you. The Entity had the body of a human from the head down, but colored blood red. At its full height it almost reached the ceiling of the chamber, towering above you.

You rose to your feet slowly, looking up at it curiously. It opened its mouth and for a moment you thought it was going to bleat at you, but you didn’t give it the chance. You spoke an old language from the tome, the words coming out of your mouth sounding like they were spoken by someone else. The Goat Entity’s face twisted in anger (or what you guessed was anger, who could tell what different emotions looked like coming from a goat) and it cried out with a guttural roar. Its form began to change, the outline of its body created an after image as it writhed, swinging its arms around as if it was fighting something invisible.

A second later you felt a strong hold on the Entity’s presence and began to absorb it into yourself. The whispering voices reached their crescendo as the last of the Being was merged with you. The power it contained, now in your possession, hummed through your body, in your bones. When you opened your eyes you thought you glimpsed shadows retreat into the now dark corners of the chamber, the summoning circle a dulled color of charcoal. You shook your head quickly, dispelling the thoughts.

“Well, that was unpleasant to watch. I sincerely hope you don’t smell like a goat now.”

You whirled around, half startled, to face the owner of the sarcastic voice. Stephen Strange.

He stood, covered in shadow, watching you with those intelligent eyes. He made no move to close the distance, but you could see his hand fidget as he stood. Faint whispering started over your shoulder but you drowned it out quickly. Something in the back of you mind was surprised (or maybe concerned) at how easy it was.

As you slowly looked over Strange, taking in every bit of him, you couldn’t help the mischievous grin that spread across your face.

“Oh hello, Stephen. I see you couldn’t wait for your little soldiers to soften me up first- had to barge right in yourself.”

He pursed his lips “I thought I would get right to it this time.”

“Aww, no foreplay? How inconsiderate.”

He suppressed a chuckle and looked down. His dark blue robes and red cape shifted as he moved his weight from foot to foot. He only looked back up at you when he was sure he wouldn’t have a smile on his face.

“This magic is too dangerous, you have to stop.”

You tilted your head “Stephen, Stephen, Stephen. When are you going to learn? This lecture doesn’t work on me.”

This is how it always started. He would come in and try to convince you to stop and what you were doing was dangerous and blah blah blah. You guessed it was just customary, the way he did things, but it was getting repetitive. It was purely because he didn’t understand, but how could he? The star pupil of Kamar-Taj had everything he needed at his fingertips and the Sorceress Supreme herself as a teacher.

No, he would never understand your desire- your need for power. Power so strong it could fell mountains with the flick of a finger, strong enough to make craters in the Earth. Power that would make you untouchable by all the warriors at Kamar-Taj combined. Just thinking about it made you restless and the desire to summon again churned inside you.

Stephen sighed “I know, this is probably a shot in the dark…” His eyes revealed a softness to him “But I have to try, or I’d never forgive myself.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to gage his next move. Close urgent whispers temporarily distracted you and you flinched slightly at the words in your ear. You didn’t feel any breath on your skin but you could imagine it.

Attack

Blinking furiously and trying to steady yourself, you scowled at Stephen “Trying to ease your conscience, Strange? How nice, but there’s no changing the past.”

He took a step toward you “Believe me, I know.” There was no hostility in his voice, just a sadness that only comes from experience “Please, I’m trying to help you. You’re going down a path you won’t be able to come back from.”

This was new, he never tried this on you before. You were almost caught off-guard by how genuine he seemed. By now, in all the past encounters, you’d have been fighting.

You struggled to fire back a quip “Oh please, is this your latest attempt at stopping me? Using your words. So diplomatic of you.”

He worked his jaw in irritation “I understand how frustrated you are with the rules of Kamar-Taj, and what happened was unfortunate-“

“Unfortunate?” You scoffed loudly, the sound bouncing off the stone walls.

The memory of that cursed day played through your mind vividly. The look of the Supreme Sorceress as she gave the verdict on the steps of the Kamar-Taj, the downcast eyes of the people you once called friends. Stephen, the most upset you’d ever seen him, watching you pass through the gates one last time. It was bad enough that the memory stayed with you, burned into your mind’s eye, but it replayed at night when you slept. A recurring nightmare that jolted you awake and fueled your unending anger.

You leaned toward him, your tone low and dangerous “Unfortunate is a bit of an understatement.”

Stephen chewed on the inside of his lip for a moment, no doubt trying to find careful words that wouldn’t set you off. He risked serious injury if he attacked you outright, you were too strong.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slow “I’m sorry.”

You reared your head back in surprise, the look on your face must have said it all because he smiled thinly before continuing.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, it must have been very difficult to go through…I still blame myself for… for not…” his words died out as he stared at you with soft, sad eyes.

You felt a pang of regret. You knew what he was trying to say. You were two bright students in Kamar-Taj together, studying and practicing side by side. When Stephen had gained the attention of the Sorceress Supreme and began to practice more with her, it left a hole in your life, which was quickly filled with the desire to grow. You funneled your feelings of jealously and loneliness into studying harder, practicing more, getting better, but it wasn’t enough. Stephen was, and always had been, the star, leaving you in his shadow.

However, that didn’t stop you and you pushed yourself to learn more, seek new knowledge. When you did see Stephen in your spare time, he was excited to hear about the things you were discovering, he had encouraged you to find out everything you could.

“Some things are blocked off though…” you had said to him one night over a cup of tea as you two caught up.

He had shrugged with a careless smile, a smile you had grown quite fond of seeing, “You have to break eggs to make omelets, right?”

“That is true-“

“Go for it, just don’t get caught- but if you do, I’ll have your back.” He had given you a wink and that’s when you had made up your mind.

Except, you had gotten caught and he wasn’t able to do a thing for you. Not for a lack of trying, but the Sorceress Supremes’ decision had been definitive and unmoving. At the time you had reminded her of another student that sought dangerous knowledge and had come close to destroying the world.

Attack him

He isn’t sorry

He’s trying to trick you

The whispers had come back full force as your thoughts strayed. You squinted your eyes shut, willing them to be quiet. Stephen noticed this and looked at you with new concern.

He took a tentative step toward you. He was about 10 paces away now “This is what I’m trying to get you to understand. This magic is dangerous, not only to others but to you. You’ve…changed… ever since you started summoning Beings and stealing their power, something is different about you. All those times before, I could still see traces of who you used to be…but now…”

You placed a palm over one of your eyes, there was a nervous tightening in your stomach that you didn’t dare acknowledge. Laughing dryly, you croak out “You don’t understand, Strange.”

“I understand, I do.”

He’s lying

Attack him

He’s jealous

That last whisper struck a chord with you, it echoed in your mind and took hold. You felt anger start to rise to your chest. Your eyes shot up to his in a flash “Is that what this has been about?”

He frowned at, confused, but you cut him off before he could speak “You want my power don’t you? You just can’t stand seeing someone be better than you!”

His expression turned to anger “That’s not true!”

You snorted viciously “Oh please, Stephen Strange, the next Sorcerer Supreme, everyone’s favorite super hero! You hate not being the best!”

He took another step forward, his brows furrowing as he spoke urgently “Listen to me Y/N. We’ve known each other for a long time. This person you’ve turned into- it’s not who I-…it’s not you. This power that you’ve absorbed has warped your mind, twisted you into something sinister. Please come with me- I can help you.”

He’ll take your power away

He’s going to make you useless

You were breathing hard now, his words had turned that small feeling of fear in your stomach to a gut wrenching panic. Was he telling the truth? Were there things about you that had changed without you knowing? Sure, there was the whispering, but you’d figure out a way to fix that when you were finally powerful enough. Your thoughts went back to your time at Kamar-Taj, when you were by Stephen’s side, when you were happy, when seeing him smile at you was one of the only things you wanted. It had been so simple back then.

Ask him how he can help you

Ask him

Your heart beat painfully in your chest as you met Stephen’s eyes “How could you help me?”

He clenched his jaw once, then twice and your heart sank “… I’m sorry, there’s no way around it- your mystic art abilities would be blocked.”

Your mind reeled, the whispers grew in volume, clamoring that they were right. You felt your breath come out in short gasps, you could hear Stephen, but his voice sounded distant.

“This would help you, please trust me. You’re influenced by the Entities you’ve consumed, all the affects would go away if-“

Attack him

He’s weak

Attack him

The force of you shaking your head to try and clear your thoughts made you sway, and you pressed your palms to your temples with a grimace. There was too much going on, too much noise. You couldn’t hear your own thoughts.

“No!” You shouted trying to fight for control over the situation “No, you can’t take everything I’ve worked so hard for!”

Kill him

“This is the only way! The Entities will never let go, as long as you have mystic abilities they’ll be a part of you!”

Everything you’ve done will be for nothing

“This is all I have!” you cried out, your voice sounding raw “You can’t take this from me! I won’t let you!”

You threw an arm up, casting a warning attack, and felt a great surge of power ripple through you. A line of dark, pure unrefined energy shot out, gouging into the ground as it made its way across the chamber. Stephen threw up a shield, reflecting orange onto the ground and walls. But the line of energy ripped through it, throwing him to the side and hitting the stone wall with a great smash, sending clouds of dirt and dust everywhere, leaving behind a deep cut. You stood, shocked, you hadn’t casted anything that was supposed to be that powerful. You looked to Stephen who was getting up slowly. His breathing was hard, there was a small amount of blood on the side of his face.

His expression was grim “Don’t do this, Y/N!”

You saw movement at the corners of your vision as shadows danced and twirled. Tears began to collect as you stared back at Stephen “You aren’t leaving me with any choice, Stephen!”

How did it come to this?

He raised his hands and casted a long tether that crackled with orange energy. It whipped towards you with a flash. Shouting you threw up both arms and dark energy erupted from you, blocking the tether and gouging out chunks of the ground, sending large rocks flying toward Stephen.

Kill him

His cloak billowed out around him and he flew around, avoiding the debris. The chunks hit the walls with loud crashes and rumbling, the temple shuddered violently around you. Stephen lowered himself to the ground, closer to you now.

The Beings in you howled and screamed, all different things, all trying to be the loudest. You absently reached up to swat at something invisible around your head, as you battled to stay focused. Your vision was filling with slithering, darting shadows that would disappear when you tried to look at them.

“You can hear and see them now, can’t you.” Stephen’s low voice was closer than you expected and you flinched away, sending out tendrils of energy shooting out in his direction, attacking blindly.

He dodged them and they hit the wall behind him, causing more shuddering from the building.

“Is this really worth that much to you?” he cried out “Is it really worth losing your mind over?”

You stopped, staring at the ground hard, with wide, crazed eyes. They were filling with tears that dropped to the ground below. Your breaths came out short, panting. You didn’t bother responding, you could barely understand what he was saying.

Kill him now

“Y/N look at me!”

It would be so easy

“Y/N!”

You could feel thudding vibrations in your feet every time more chucks of ceiling crashed to the ground. Some were faint, others stronger, accompanied with clouds of dust or tiny bits of rock flying out and hitting your back or legs. You didn’t much care as your head felt as if it was going to split in two.

You spun around, chasing another large shadow, to see Stephen standing a few paces away from you. He was shouting something, but you couldn’t hear what it was, and you looked at him blankly. He took another step toward you but there was a giant crash as a piece of ceiling fell right between you, shattering with a giant cloud of debris and knocking you away. You hit the ground, hard, with a crack.

“Hey Y/N. Come look at this.”

You looked up from your book at Stephen, who was standing next to one of the Kamar-Taj library shelves with something in his hand. He had a grin, which usually meant he was up to something.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, not moving from your seat next to the window. The sun was warm on your face. “If it’s another dried out bug between the pages, I will throw this book at you.”

“Mmmnope.”

“What is it then?”

He rolled his eyes at you, but the smile remained “Just come here!”

You obliged, setting your book down and making your way over to him. He held an old book in his hand, its pages weathered to the point they were brittle. On the page he pointed to was an illustration of a harmless creature standing in a glowing red circle, there was text on the edges of the page detailing the materials one could use for summoning mundane Beings that could be useful in certain situations.

“What is that?” you asked curiously, leaning in.

Stephen snapped the book closed, causing you to jump back. You shot a glare up at him.

“Oh, just something interesting I found.”

You narrowed your eyes “May I see it?”

A wide smile spread across his face “Maybe. For a trade, perhaps.”

“Ok, what do you want?”

Stephen looked up and around the room, pretending to think, but already knowing the answer.

“How about-” He paused, leaning toward you slowly, inches away from your face, noses almost touching. You could feel his gentle breath on your skin. He glanced down at your lips then settled back on your eyes.

“How about you give me your extra tea leaves? I know you have a bunch saved up in your room.”

Your jaw dropped and you scoffed lightly. His grin was beaming as you pushed him away with a laugh. You made a pass for the book and he jerked it back out of your reach.

“Deal or no deal?”

You sighed dramatically, trying to hide your smile “Deal”.

You opened your eyes a fraction at a time, jolts of pain running through your body. Your vision was blurry and you blinked trying to clear the dust. As you sat up more pain throbbed in your head, thudding with your slow pulse. The ground around you was littered with chunks of rock, and you could see more falling at the edges of the chamber. Your vision was still blackened with dancing shadows and the Being’s voices were starting to rise in volume again as your consciousness came back.

There was movement to your left and you saw Stephen’s hand push away some rocks, trying to find purchase on the ground. He was covered in dust and dirt, turning his hair a muted grey color. Below the waist he was trapped by bits of large, crumbled rock fragments.

Now

Now’s your chance

Kill him now

You rose slowly to your feet, ignoring the pain in your head. Stephen saw your movement and looked to you with pleading eyes.

“Y/N help me.”

It would be so easy

“Y/N”

Then you would be free

Stephen looked at your blank expression and guessed what was going on in your head. His expression turned pained and he shook his head.

“I know my Y/N is in there somewhere. Please, come back to me.”

You would be the most powerful master of the mystic arts with him out of the way

“I loved every second with you, every moment I had with you was a gift. Ever since you were cast out of Kamar-Taj, I’ve thought of nothing but you. How to try and get you back, how to help you. All I ever wanted was to be with you.”

You blinked down at him, moved by his sudden confession, the iron grip of the Entities on you loosening. The previously forgotten memory of you with Stephen in the Kamar-Taj library played back through your mind again.

“I love every part of you, even the part that drove you to this moment.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks and you fell to your knees in front of Stephen. Voices were howling and screaming around you in protest, filling your vision, as you gently took his hands in yours and smiled at him sweetly. His eyes were wide and filled with impossible hope. As he realized that you were in control again he smiled back at you with tears in the corners of his eyes.

“There you are” he whispered reaching toward your face. You closed your eyes and pressed your face into his hand. It felt like home.

Lound crashing sounded behind you and your attention was brought to the imminent collapse of the chamber. You stood as fast as your pounding head would allow and helped him out from under the rubble. Pulling him partly free by his arms and pushing rocks off from on him as he scrambled out from under. As Stephen stood you put one of his arms around your neck and began to limp toward the exit. Around you the building began to fall apart, crashing down.

Stumbling out through the exit you squinted your eyes shut in the harsh sunlight. There were alarmed shouts around you from the Kamar-Taj warriors, you felt someone take Stephen from around your neck and you staggered unsteadily. There were more shouts, some you thought were from Stephen, but you couldn’t be sure, they all mixed together. Trying to open your eyes was painful, sun blinded you, forcing them closed again.

They will take your abilities away from you

The echo of an entity’s voice sounded in your mind and you thought, first, how nice it was not to have so many voices in your head, and then second, how that might not be so bad.

In an act that brought shock to the warriors surrounding the area, you slowly brought your hands up over your head and knelt to the ground in surrender.

Four Weeks Later

You sat in your sparse, one windowed cell, arms crossed, deep in meditation. Footsteps approaching the bars of your cell brought your attention to the present.

“I would have brought you a book, but you’re going to have to start trading me for them.”

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading in your face as you opened your eyes to see Stephen standing outside your cell. He wore a lighter version of his dark blue robes and no cloak today, standing with his arms behind his back and a brilliant smile.

Your retort was quick, lighthearted “And what would I trade with?”

Since you surrendered to the warriors of Kamar-Taj your life had become pretty mundane. They very quickly blocked your ability to cast spells and after that you had felt instantly better. No more voices, no more shadows, and no more burning desire for revenge. Your emotions had become much calmer and you were at peace for the first time in a long time. They made you a cell, within the city where Kamar-Taj is located. There were sparse guards, but you would always have meals and whatever you needed was available. Most of the security was left up to the runes on the cell bars.

And of course, Stephen was with you every step of the way. Visiting you often, bringing you things to read and things to do while you sat in your cell. He was making a case to some of the other head masters that since you weren’t a threat anymore you should be released. They have yet to be swayed but something about Stephen’s face today made you wonder.

“Well, considering you literally have nothing… how about a kiss?” he stepped closer to the bars.

You barked out a laugh “Oh, that’s a grand idea. Ho do you suppose we’ll be able to pull that off with me in here?”

His knowing smile grew wider, he brought his hands out from behind his back and casted a weird looking spell that you’d never seen before. Bright orange runes along your cell bars began to glow and fall away, folding over like paper as they disappeared. You rose quickly to your feet. A portal opened beside you, leading out onto a sunny beach.

You glanced at Stephen with wide eyes and he beamed back at you triumphantly “Go on.”

You jumped through and into the soft sand, a breeze tousling your hair lightly. Stephen was right behind you, closing off the portal with a light crackle.

You spun around to look at him “How- are you sure this- what if they find out-“

He stepped close to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing the other hand up to cup your cheek “What are they gonna do? They can complain all they want, I don’t see any reason to keep you in a cell. You have no ability to use magic and you have me as a chaperone.”

Your smile was loving as you looked up into his blue eyes “And besides, I’m basically the supreme sorcerer. Are they really going to tell me no?”

You shook your head with laugh and looked out across the ocean, his hand brought your face back toward his “I love you Y/N. I’d give you the world, if you asked for it.”

“Oh, now you want to give me everything-“

His lips pressing to yours cut you off mid-sentence. You made a pleased noise and felt him smile into the kiss as you moved your mouth back against his. His hands moved to your waist and pulled you close against him. Breaking the kiss you leaned your forehead to his, hearing his content sigh you whispered back “I love you too.”

#dr strange #stephen strange #dr strange x reader #dr strange x y/n #dr stephen strange #mcu dr strange #Stephen Strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n

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dandelions

Rowaelin Month 2022, Day 1: Based on a song

not gonna lie, this is 1000% based off that tiktok trend for the song “Dandelions” by Ruth B. but it’s cute and fluffy!!

word count: 881

warnings: absolutely none

Enjoy! And happy Rowaelin Month!!!

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Aelin Galathynius had decided that she was completely, hopelessly, deeply, irrevocably in love with five people.

She was in love with her best friend, the man who’d been her constant companion practically since the day they met in high school. He’d grown from a gangly, awkward boy who was all limbs and motion that was too big for his growing body into a tall, muscled man in full control of his looks and his impossible charm, charm to which she definitely was not immune. When he brought out that crooked little grin, when he widened his bright green eyes and raised his brows just slightly, especially when he was wearing his glasses, she melted into a puddle of jelly at his feet.

Still, she loved her best friend. He was her late-night companion, the cool breath of ice to her sizzling, crackling flame, her better half. He was always up to going on adventures with her, though she knew he would go into mother mode and pull her away from anything too dangerous if she wanted to do anything terribly crazy.

Aelin was in love with her study partner, no matter how much they’d snipe at each other over flashcards and pages of notes. No matter how tired they were, how much caffeine they’d consumed for their marathon study sessions during college, she knew that his every comment came from his desire to see her succeed, just like her every comment was intended to help him improve.

She was so in love with the way his brows furrowed when he was buried in a textbook, with the adorable scrunch of his nose when he didn’t want to push his reading glasses up that nose. She knew she stared at him when she was supposed to be working on a paper, but she couldn’t help herself; he was just too eye-catching, even when up to his ears in programming languages she couldn’t understand even if she wanted to.

Aelin was in love with an old sap, a man who nobody would ever guess had such a soft, romantic side hidden under that scowly exterior of his. She was in love with the way he left little notes around the apartment, his scrawl on the bright sticky notes never failing to bring a smile to her lips. She loved how he told terrible, horrible jokes with the biggest grin on his face, loved his talent for making her laugh no matter how her day had been. She loved his hugs, loved how he pulled her into his warm, broad chest and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in the faintly evergreen scent of his cologne, making her feel so safe and protected in his embrace.

Her very favorite old sap, who loved nothing more than to cuddle up with her on the couch beneath one of her myriad throw blankets, sharing a lazy afternoon or evening just being tangled in each other’s arms. With or without clothing. And sometimes, when he was feeling particularly lazy, he’d lay his head in her lap and let her stroke her fingers through his silky-soft hair, purring like a great big house cat when she gave him head scratches.

Aelin was in love with her boyfriend, who’d seen her at her lowest and her highest and everything in between and loved her fiercely through it all. When he asked her out for the first time, they were seventeen, on the verge of their senior year of high school, and they’d been nursing crushes on each other for longer than either of them cared to admit. He was her high school sweetheart and he’d stayed constant in college, stereotypes be damned. Whether it was an 8-a.m. class or a midnight assignment deadline, he was always there to encourage her through her struggles, and she was always there for his.

Early on in college, they’d made a promise to keep a set date night each week, and she didn’t have words for what that time did for their relationship. Once a week, every week, they would go out for a date, whether food or a movie or roller skating or any of the other things they enjoyed, and the time that gave them to just be with each other was more precious than any expensive gift. That time offered them their best chance to grow emotionally, to grow closer to each other, to share anything and everything on their minds, or just to sit next to each other, their hands interlaced, no words needed to express the beauty of watching the sun go down with the person you loved.

But most of all, Aelin was in love with Rowan. Her Rowan.

He was her completion, her other half, the final piece of her soul. He was her rock when she needed his strength, her unwavering supporter, her best friend, her study partner, her old sap, her boyfriend, and the man who undoubtedly owned her heart as much as she owned his. She didn’t know what she would be like if she hadn’t met Rowan, if the two of them hadn’t walked through the shitstorm of their young adult years hand in hand.

She knew that she loved him, though, and for now that was all she needed.

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@rowaelinscourt

#my writing #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #rowaelin month 2022 #rowaelin month #rowaelinmonth #rowaelin fanfiction #fluff #all fluff

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August 20, 2013

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talkin bout practice not a game not a game

hey yall

band practice for the upcoming EU/UK tour starts tomorrow! very. exciting. stuff. honestly, i'm just a tad bit nervous. it feels like a big sort of tour. the kind that we really have to put a lot of muscle and elbow grease and, of course, luuuuv into. with us, everything always comes together last minute. and i do mean everything. for some reason i can never seem to remember that though and i freak out like a crazy person with some serious anxiety issues. anyway, now that we're really all going to get in there and start rehearsals, everything will fall into place. on the one hand, you have to work at it to make that happen... and on the other hand, well... you've got to let it happen.

so, i'm pretty sure most of you have heard about Miles, who's been playing drums with us on the past few tours. Miles got into a crazy golf cart accident (i know, it sounds a little nuts but it's for real). he really f-d up just about one whole side of his body. mostly his face and shoulder, it seems like. poor dude is such a trooper. today, when i swung by the place we're going to be rehearsing, he was there and i was pretty surprised at his attitude in spite of how torn up he looked. torn up is a lot different than turnt up, by the way. not at all a good thing! we are not positive that he'll be on this next tour with us but we are going to figure it all out one way or another and the show will go on! we're just so damn thankful that Miles is alright and not only is he getting all the right care but he's also in as good of spirits as i can possibly imagine one being in his situation. feel free to send him some extra love if you're surfing the web with nothing to do - his twitter handle is @mileskmcpherson.

in the meantime, from now 'til the start of our tour, there is so much to do. first things first, we have a million interviews and promotional stuff we're working on for all these upcoming shows. lots of basic rehearsals. i've got a million merch emails to sort through, which is, for the most part, one of my favorite jobs to have. then the three of us really have to dig in to finish the show, production and set list and everything. the most obnoxious thing i have to do is to figure out exactly what i want to wear for the shows. this may seem like it would be a simple task for a t-shirt and jeans kind of gal but ohhhh no. it's the hardest thing EVERY TIME! i don't really enjoy the process of packing a separate stage uniform but it's just becoming necessary. now that i'm getting older, i have this fantasy of having this great stage outfit that looks sick in pictures but feels as comfy as my regular day time clothes. the truth is, no outfit of that sort exists. slight growing pains. what's more important to me? living out my freddie mercury dreams, blazing the stage and feeling awesome... or just the simple joy of being comfortable? when i really think down to the core of my issue, it all just has to do with the fact that i'm growing up. my tastes are way different than they were. but you know what? i'm a lot older than i was when i started getting up onstage, wearing the t-shirt i slept in the night before and one of the only two pair of jeans thrown into my suitcase 5 minutes before walking out the door to get in the van. i want a little more... i EXPECT a little more of myself. it doesn't even feel like a burden so much as growing pains. growing pains are a good thing because... duh. you're growing. alright, so expect a sequined purple unitard with bright red legs and a tiara. shit's getting real. paramore 3.0!!!! taylor and jeremy are glittering their beards!

when i was a kid, my dad would take me to ultimate fun world every other sunday and we'd ride go-karts and play arcade games. around the time i was 9, i started to get the worrrrst growing pains in my ankles and around the lower parts of my legs. it sounds funny but pushing on the gas pedal of the go-kart and driving around seemed to ease the discomfort cause i'd be stretching my leg out and putting pressure on my foot while stepping on the gas pedal so hard it hit the floor board. we'd drive all day. i'd race every kid on the track and sometimes dad would ride with me and other times we'd even race each other. by the time we were done, i'd be laughing so hard and smiling so big that the pains in my leg were hardly noticeable and for some reason to this day i think about all that.

the weirdest part of this whole entry is that all i came here to say is this... we are incredibly excited about the next few months of life, paramore, music, everything. i, personally, have this feeling that even though we want to put on the biggest shows we've ever put on, they will still feel incredibly intimate to us and hopefully to you too. that energy is what i live for and as much as i go back and think on all the incredible memories we made at tiny hole-in-the-wall places with a few hundred people... the way it feels to know that we've really grown and come all this way with you is completely and stupidly overwhelming in the best way possible. thanks for all of it. remember this, as much as we are pressing the pedal to the metal, you are driving this freaking go-kart. you are the reason we've gotten where we are. let's make more ridiculous memories. see you soon, over there!

-h

(i don't proofread since having earned my diploma in 2006, so i'm sorry for all the errors, misspells, and mistakes)

#paramore #hayley williams #2013 #self titled #livejournal

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to all the ghosts still standing in this room, Chapter 1

[Read on AO3]

Written as a bonus pairing for my Holiday Gifts...though clearly this is more than a few months late! But it is here now, after many attempts to getting Soowon’s voice right, with thanks to @infinitelystrangemachinex and @claudeng80, who read this before the great reshuffle, and @kirayaykimura, who gave it one last pass!

For a city that so loved its king, Kyuu mourns him very little.

His own father’s death is a smudge upon the spotless scroll of his memory; a brief stretch of time where it is not his own hand that records its events but a pastiche of others, hastily pasted between the scraps that even now Soowon strains to recall. What remains is simply this: a funereal process winding its way through the streets of Kuuto, the coffin of The King That Would Never Be hoisted onto the shoulders of his generals. Women wail loud enough for the echoes to become a roar, the sound of the sea trapped inside the capital’s shell, enough to set his ears to ringing, the first noise to drown out the pounding of his heart. The crowd surges forward, arms outstretched to mark the beloved prince’s passing, and it resembles nothing more than a tsunami, cresting in the capital’s streets. Standing at the top of the palace steps, traitors to either side, he wonders if it is not destined to crash upon them, to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

He would have welcomed it then, this simple way to see his father’s killers brought to justice. It lacked the personal satisfaction of doing it himself, but he had been a child then, made bold by the white that streamed from every rooftop, every window, every splintered board or rough corner on which cloth could gain purchase. Had he only known then what he did now, well...

Perhaps he would welcome it still. But for different reasons entirely.

He trades three bronze coins to a woman for a sack of sweetened rice cakes, and with only a glance at the bright banner hanging from her stall, she tells him for free, “It’s for the princess’s coronation.”

Her cheeks flush when she speaks of Xing’s almost-queen, practically bursting with pride as if the woman were her own daughter. The same as every other stall he’s visited this morning.

“I see. A new queen! What a joyous occasion!” Smiles have never fit quite right on his face; for all that they are beautiful, they hurt, making his teeth ache and jaw twitch as if he hasn’t the same muscles beneath his skin as everyone else. Still, this woman melts at the sight of his, unaware of its cost. “It hardly seems as if it has been any time at all since the king passed.”

Her prideful glow dims. “Ah, well, perhaps there was not as much as there should have been...”

An understatement, by two years at least.

“But His Majesty had been ill for a long time. Before the war.” The woman might cast her gaze over the market, but she does not see it, not with the haze that glazes her eyes. “We mourned then, and his death marked the end of it. And when the princess takes the throne... it will all be better then. The way it should be.”

The banners had hung in Kuuto for three years after his father’s death-- and would have longer still, had the Emperor not followed so soon after. Xing’s king hardly managed ten months. For that alone, Bushin has his sympathy. Which is a welcome convenience, since Soowon cannot quite muster grief.

“Thank you for the cakes.” The bag rises to the lofty heights of his smile; he’s careful to squint as he does, giving his eyes a carefree crinkle in the corners. Women this age are sensitive to artifice, and the last thing he needs is every vendor in the market keeping an eye out for the man with a dead-eyed smile. “And the conversation.”

“Well, I can’t let a fine young man like you walk around here wondering about all the hub-bub.” She puffs up, a mother hen a few ruffles from a preen. “There’s folks coming from all over, you know? Kai and Sei, and even some from the empress’s court in Kouka, I’ve heard. Wouldn’t do to have you get lost in the crush and not even know what for!”

He hardly thinks the whys of his trampling would concern him, even in his final moments, but he knows better than to argue with a woman in the throes of patriotism. “My, how fortunate I am to have arrived at such an auspicious time for Kyuu.”

Her wink is an invitation to the kindliest conspiracy in which he’s ever partaken. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll catch a glimpse of the princess herself.”

There is a time he might have let himself be charmed-- or at least, pretend to be. But three years out of the court’s all-seeing eyes has him out of practice with maintaining these sort of social niceties. As a king he might have held a smile bright enough to rival the sun in its heavenly bower, but now one afternoon in the market and his cheeks are aching, muscles begging to be released.

“One can only hope.” It would be a miracle if he didn’t see too much of her. He can only imagine what would be said of him if he returned having worn out his welcome. “It would be an...unprecedented honor, I’m sure.”

“I’ve heard the delegations aren’t going to be anything to sneeze at either.” Her voice drops to just above a whisper; Soowon has to lean in to hear her over the din. “Sending their finest men, they say, in hopes Her Highness might pick a consort from among them.”

It is with great effort that Soowon attempts to suppress his wince. And fails. “Is that so?”

“Of course! Nothing builds bridges faster than a good marriage.” An old adage he’d be happy to agree with, were circumstances other than what they are. “And with the empress already married off to that general of hers, and Kai still in shambles, there’s not much of that going around. Princess Kouren would be the perfect opportunity for this peace to be made--”

Pain jolts up his arm from elbow to wrist, his fingers clenching tight around the purse filled with his precious cargo. It’s the only thing that keeps them from being flavored with the dust of the road, since the boulder that brushes past him keeps rolling, clipping his hip and nearly stepping on his slippered foot for good measure. “Ah!”

It’s instinct that catches him as he stumbles, the same natural sense of balance that allowed him to cut through Kai on horseback keeping him upright. And yet his assailant barely marks him, lobbing a quick, “Sorry!” across the market before continuing to ricochet stall to stall, leaving ruin in their wake.

And he’d hardly spare a second glance over it, if only that voice didn’t tug like a thread, fondness and frustration fomenting in his belly just at the sound of it. If only he refused to chase the sense of the familiar and see that hood blow back, dark hair carving a treacherous river down her cloak. If only she didn’t turn just so, eyes lit as if from the inside, riveted by some gaudy thing in the heady press.

Soowon sighs, tugging his hood further over his forehead. “Thank you again,” he says with far less cheer. “For the cakes.”

Suiko is hardly a backwater, its market teeming with stalls and shoppers like a stream during the spawning season, but even still it pales in comparison to the streets of Kyuu. Banners flutter from the highest eaves, boldly proclaiming the name of their future queen, and every street corner bursts with the sounds of celebration, clapping and singing and dancing, welcoming in Xing’s new age.

Maybe one day Suiko will look like this as well: banners stretching street to sky with her own name scrawled across, and revelers singing her praises, eager for their new chief--

Ah, but not too soon, Lili hopes. Father has served Kouka’s throne half his life; it’d be a pity if he didn’t get to enjoy the rest of it in the land he loved so much, with the people he’d risked so much for.

Besides, Lili isn’t ready for that kind of responsibility. It’s hard enough just being an advisor, and that’s all opinions. The kind she used to keep to herself-- or, well, at least to Ayura and Tetora. Privately, where no one could scold her for talking out of turn. But now it’s her job to say those things out loud, not only in front of Yona but-- but a bunch of men. And sure it’s only Taewoo and Taejun and Chulrang and sometimes even Soowon if Hak can wrestle him into the room before the doors close, but still, still, they’re used to listening to her father, not to her.

Which is why she’s here, now. They never would have sent Joon-gi, General and Hero of the Water Tribe to Xing. Not without an entourage of his own, carrying his own palanquin across the plains in comfort and, most importantly, privacy. There would be no imperious glares from former imperials for him, oh no, no complaints about his complaints. But Lili--

She shakes her head, scattering her thoughts. Too bad it doesn’t do anything for her temper.

“How much are these?” Her finger jabs at a tray of fish-shaped pastries, splayed out . Food is what she needs, sustenance. Lili’s friends with Soowon in sprints, but this trip has been a marathon, and she needs something to fortify her if she’s going to make it through the coronation. “I’d like two.”

It’s tempting to keep them both for herself, but if there’s one thing she’s learned from Yona, it’s that a peace offering never goes amiss. Though with the foul mood dogging Soowon’s shadow, it just might. What a picture that would make, offering a sweet fish from her sleeve, and he just--

“So you’re not going to pay?”

There’s a moment where her heart pounds-- she’s better with money now than she used to be, knowing which coins are too much and which are too little, even if Tetora despairs at her haggling skills. But Xing is a new place, with new customs, and it’s possible she could have set down a coin too small, given some sort of offense--

But it’s not the man behind the grill. No, his lips are pressed tight, a white line looming above the irons. And it’s not her that’s got his attention.

“Please!” It’s a sob that rings out above the market’s din, torn from a woman on her knees. “I never said--”

“You think you can waste my time?” The man that steps around the stall is more shoulder than neck, his stomps rattling her teeth. “You think you can steal from me?”

“I didn’t-- I wouldn’t--” Fear claws at the woman’s every word, voice breaking as his sandals come close enough to kick dirt over her knees. “Please, I tried to tell you--”

Her body moves before she can think, one moment tucking pastries into a sleeve and the next standing between this man and his victim.

“Just what,” she says, with all the imperiousness of a general’s daughter, “do you think you’re doing?”

It’s not that he means to follow her.

On the contrary, Soowon’s had quite enough of An Lili this past week. Too much, one might say, cooped up in that palanquin, suffering her huffs and sighs with all the patience of a saint. But Lili’s pestering could make even the divine break, let alone someone as far from it as him. A half day’s ride was supposed to give him perspective, or at least some much-needed elbow room between himself and Joon-gi’s daughter.

And now here he is, a leaf caught in her current, unwary of whatever dangers lay ahead.

In Kouka he might have to worry-- with his name inscribed on coins and scrolls of his likeness hung in the cities during his short reign, someone might look at a tall, fair-haired man and look twice. But here in Xing he is as good as a stranger, invisible so long as he does nothing to draw attention to himself.

A shame no one had ever bothered to share that particular wisdom with Lili.

The thug blinks down at her, eyes beady and cold. “What’s it to you?”

“You’re terrifying this woman.” Lili squares her shoulders, matching the set of her hips. “And causing a commotion! I have half a mind to call down the guards on you if you won’t cease this offensive behavior.”

It’s the sort of thing Yona would say. Or well, not the guards part-- an angry Yona was threat enough, even if some men were too stupid to heed the warning. But the rest of it. Standing tall, chin up. Demanding direct action.

But Lili doesn’t have the blazing eyes to make it stick. The man just huffs, face red as cooked crab. “This doesn’t have anything to do with you, girl!” he spits, scuffing his feet like a poorly-trained stallion. “She knew there’s a cost to operating on this street. A fee for such prime positioning. And now she’s trying to squirm her way out of it, like she’s too good to pay.”

“No, no.” The woman trembles at her feet. “You already collected this week. I didn’t-- it hasn’t been enough time--”

“It’s a festival,” the man sneers. “There’s more people here than there’s been all year. You trying to tell me you’re not making hand over fist? That you’re somehow not raking in twice the cash of a normal week? You think you can just--?”

Soowon loses sight of her for barely more than a breath-- a dancer in the square bumps into him, and he takes a moment to set her to rights, and another to assure himself that all the money on his person is where he left it. But when he turns back--

Ah, well, there she is, picking a fight with the nastiest sort of bottom feeder that could be scrounged up in these streets. Taking in the bulwark of her shoulders and the proud tilt to her chin, and the part of him that prefers to avoid conflict withers. Trust An Lili to put herself between a knife and the body it means to sheath itself in, as if that slip of a girl made a better shield than a curtain.

Trust her to somehow make it his problem, too. Or at least it would be, if anyone knew he was here. But they don’t-- no, he’s supposed to be a half day’s ride away, stuck in some claustrophobic palanquin.

“Didn’t you hear her?” Her hands hook on her hips, disdain dripping from every syllable. “You were paid in full. Now why don’t you run back to whatever hole you slithered out of and leave her alone?”

Whatever she says is lost to the noise of the crowd, but the man grits his teeth, a cold, lethal rage burning in his eyes. A common occurrence whenever Lili opens her mouth, it seems.

That meaty hand reaches out, and there’s no reason for his own heart to race. It’s not his problem what happens to Lili. Not when any moment of now that maid of hers is going to appear, bright smiles and bouncy waves, bending that man’s thumb back to his elbow. She must be nearby; wherever that girl goes, her bodyguards are never far behind.

But the man doesn’t grab her. No, he twists, slow as if through water, and his other hand rises up--

Ayura might call her oblivious, but Lili can see the moment this man chooses violence. Yona could have knocked that fist away, could have made him freeze in his steps for fear of her, but Lili-- Lili just flinches.

But the hit never comes.

She peels open her eyes, first one, then the other, tracing that trembling fist back to where a pale hand grips it, tight enough that bones might not break but bend.

Her jaw drops when her eyes meet that familiar gaze, just as surprised as her own.

“You?”

His stomach flips, Lili’s eyes far too blue for comfort. Ah...

Soowon didn’t mean to move.

#liliwon #wonlili #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #my fic #future fic #to all the ghosts #any #life and soowon's POV conspired to make this a harder job than it needed to be 🤣#i was hoping to get a little further in this chapter but it IS what it IS #the best point for pacing was here

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Escape VII

A Swim

Levi Ackerman / Fem Reader

Mermaid AU

Escape Masterlist Link

Chapter Warnings: Fluff, Mild NSFW, Blood Mention, slight angst

Word Count: 8k

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39039084/chapters/97865835#workskin

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Your days shift to long hours spent making out. Softly murmuring to each other about your lives between endless kisses. His mouth is hot, far warmer than any humans. Teeming with muscle, his tongue is a bit longer, perhaps a bit thinner, than a humans should be. The possibilities leave your mind whirling, filling your dreams with images of the slick appendage. The potential.

The warm summer heat fills your blood even as the evenings slowly begin to get cooler. He always tastes of the sea, of salt and something rich and mysterious. It’s exciting, beguiling, leaving you wanting more. More of his smooth skin pressed against yours and more of his long tongue sliding along your own.

On one of your rare days off, completely free from adult responsibilities, he meets you at the water by the entrance to the beach. It’s an odd sight, he hasn’t greeted you here since his several week long silent treatment. You’d warned him that you’d be here bright and early for once, and there he is trilling at you in greeting. Pretty thing.

The sound will never not make the heart throb in your chest.

The sky is still soft pink and sort of dark with the rising sun. Bright pastel purple and pink clouds fill the morning sky, back dropped by a soft blue. The color makes you feel fond, as it nearly matches the pastel tones of Levi’s fins. The light pale hues give way to a more familiar orangey-yellow as they approach there the sun rises above the sea.

Without pausing to take of your shoes like you usually do, you walk over to sit beside him. Careful not to get your sneakers wet, the sand crunching as you lower yourself to his side. There are rough ridges scratched into the sand along his sides, so he can’t have been waiting long.

“Morning! You never meet me over here! What’s the occasion?” You hope, distantly, that it doesn’t sound as if you’d just woken up. Excited, you’d come here practically right after rolling out of bed, barely stopping for breakfast on the way. You think your voice might still be a little sleep-roughened, your hair a little bit mussed, and you hope it’s not too noticeable.

“We have all day together, right?” Oh, his voice is a bit rumbly from sleep too. That’s comforting. You must be the first person he’s spoken to today.

“Yeah?” For once, you have nothing else to do. No work, no laundry, you’d even told your boss he couldn’t call you in today.

“Do you want to go for a swim with me?” There’s a small bit of hesitancy to his question, his gaze firm on your own as he leans back with his hands in the sand. Almost as if he half-expects to be rejected, despite the tantalizing offer.

The thought fills you with excitement, though you're a tad worried you’ll embarrass yourself. “I haven’t really swam in years. Not since I was a teen.”

“You don’t want to go for a swim?” Saddened by the thought, his ears tilt low and his bottom lips just out in a cute pout.

Raising a hand, you rub the nape of your neck in a nervous gesture. “No, I do! I just… might not be too good at it anymore.”

The fact seems extra embarking to admit to Levi. Anyone else, sure, easy; but the man beside you thrives in the water. Your ineptitude seems almost like a tragedy, given his prowess.

He snorts. “Humans aren’t great in the water anyways. I’ll help you along if it’s too much. There’s somewhere I’d like to show you.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see when we get there. Do you need to do something with your…,” he pauses a minute, as if struggling to remember the word, “…clothes before we go?”

“Ah! You should have warned me! I could have brought my swimsuit!” You have such a cute one too. It’d have been fun to show off to him, though you're not entirely sure if it fits anymore.

Rising, you kick off your socks and shoes, placing them in their usual home in your small drawstring bag.

“Swimsuit? What’s that?” As always, new human words sound awkward and stilted coming from his lips.

“Clothes that humans wear to swim. They’re light and made for getting soaked.”

“Do you need them? Couldn’t you just swim naked?”

“My bra and panties will work, I suppose.”

Wiggling out of your shorts and lifting the short sleeve shirt above your head, you can practically feel his gaze drinking in your newly revealed skin. Balling up the two articles in a messy bunch, they also go in your bag. Placed carefully on top of your shoes, you hope they don’t get too dirty from the sneakers. The forest had been a bit muddy today after all.

His gaze is hot, silvery eyes trailing along your newly exposed back and thighs. When you catch his gaze with your own, Levi is surprisingly unashamed. “Like what you see?”

You sit back down next to him, bumping your shoulder against his and wiggling your toes in the water. It’s a bit closer to the shore than you usually sit, the tide coming up to softly splash around your waist. It’s warm, thankfully, despite it being so early in the morning. You’ve never been so thankful for hot summer nights.

Levi warbles a bit in response, raising a hand to tug gently at the strap of your bra. “Humans wear too many layers. What’s this?”

His drag against the tightly interwoven lace as he pulls the strap taut, before letting it go to snap against your skin. It’s a quiet sound, a plastic-elastic smack against flesh and his ears tilt curiously at the odd noise.

“It’s a bra. It sort of- holds everything up.” You gesture a hand along the band at your bust with the explanation. “Mermaids wear ones made of clamshells in storybooks.”

“Bra?” There’s the odd, long r’s again. It’s such a cute, musical roll somewhere deep in his throat. He shakes his head, eying the strange fabric with a stern glare. “Probably to line up with human modesty. Why not take it off too?”

“I’m not sure how comfortable I am with that yet. Maybe next time.”

“You think I haven’t seen tits before?”

You laugh a bit at his crude term. How very like a man, you think, to be so insistent on seeing your bare breasts. “I’m sure you have, but not mine.” Not yet at least.

He warbles a bit, eyes dancing from your chest to your thighs before looking out to the water. The sky is brightening even more, clouds lighting up in soft purples with the rising sun. The water is so bright that you can see each of the puffy, cotton-like clouds reflected across the surface, color and all.

A few seagulls fly in the distance, stark white v’s along the pink sky. Now that you think about it, you rarely see the birds when you're in his presence. “Do you scare away seagulls or something?”

“Mers have been known to eat them occasionally, so they tend to steer clear of us.” He looks like he’s tasted something nasty for a moment. “I don’t really see the appeal, they’re sort of…stringy and the feathers are a pain.”

“I should have brought you chicken nuggets instead of a burger. You might have liked them.”

“Doubtful. That grease had me shitting weird for days.” Brows twisted tight, you watch the wrinkles crease along his forehead with the exaggerated grimace. Tinted fingers rise to soothe along his stomach at the memory.

“You liked the tea, though!” You’d brought him some several times since then and he’d been equally happy each time. His ears flap happily along the sides of his head at the mere mention of the beverage.

Levi hums a bit in response, eyes locked on the smooth crests of the waves in the far distance, before meeting your own again. “Are you ready to go?”

“Ready when you are.” Not really. You can already feel the oncoming embarrassment, a lingering wave in the back of your head just waiting to flood your senses.

Levi pushes off the sand with a smooth flex of his arms, sliding forward into the warm water. You watch as he swims a few feet out, his tail dragging along the sand for a bit until the water becomes deeper. Long, ruffled back fin drags lazily on top of the water and he glides a bit into the distance, powdery silver-blue on bright shiny waves.

He turns, pink sky bright behind his head, to look at you sitting on the shore. “You coming?”

“Hold on. Hold on.” You rise to your feet, slowly wading into the shallow water. It’s surprisingly clear in the early morning light. You can see the small little pebbles that make up the shallow coast, shifting beneath your feet with every step. Dark browns, light browns, rusty reds, mossy greens, an odd eggshell white. The mix of colors brings you back to the first day on this shore, when the earthy tones had been almost dizzying in your vision.

The water is almost shoulder deep when you meet up with Levi, most of his long tail still resting curled up on the rocky shallows. The rocks shift and kick, clear as day through the bright water, bouncing away from his scales as he drags it across the rough terrain.

“You look like you're about to shit yourself. We don’t have to go if you're not sure.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I got this.” You don’t, but bluffing is half of the game, right?

Kicking off from the rocky floor, you settle into a shaky paddle, just barely keeping your head above the water. Almost immediately your muscles start to protest, unused to swimming after such a long time.

You hear him snicker behind you, amused by your odd swimming style. A blush begins to tint your face, heat spreading to the tips of your ears. There goes the looming embarrassment.

“What’s that supposed to be?” There’s a laugh trapped in his voice, almost bursting, ready to fill the air.

“A doggy paddle! I used to be good at this, you know!” You were taught all sorts of forms back in school, but they seem to be escaping you at the moment. Your mind scrambles to remember something, anything from the many swim courses you were forced for take. The population of your tiny town may be rapidly decreasing, the children fewer and fewer with passing every school year, but they’d be damned if anyone drowned.

“How do you forget how to swim? It’s like breathing,” he teases, floating effortlessly on his back by your side. His tail is lazily churning side to side, barely putting forth any effort in order to keep himself afloat.

“Easy for you to say! You can breathe two different ways!”

You scoop up some water, splashing him in the face. The action shocks him, making pause for a bit to drift along the waves, shaking his ears in surprise. He chuckles a bit, before lifting his tail threateningly above the water's surface. You can see the seriousness of the threat in the mirth of his eyes.

“Levi, don-,“ the tail comes down before you can even finish the word. Sending a large wave directly into your face, soaking you with a firm sweep of the ruffled end. Your head had still been a bit dry before, safe above the surface, but now you're soaked from head to toe.

Gaining some confidence, and a bit of momentum, you stretch yourself out into more of a breast stroke. Your feet splash loudly, kicking above the water at a rapid pace. The sound makes you feel sort of silly, compared to the soft slide of Levi’s tail against the waves.

Levi dips beneath the water, letting his scales sliding along your belly and he passes below you before popping up on the other side. Carefully following behind you, his gaze never leaves your form, attentively gauging your progress in the water.

You're definitely out far enough now that you can’t touch the ground. The water seems a bit darker, the bottom far out of sight. You can still sort of see the sandy shore in the distance, now just a tiny bit of gleaming sand. Levi swims lazily beside you, effortlessly sliding through the surf. You're kind of jealous.

The waves are a bit bigger this far out. You bob with every oncoming surge, the high waves threatening to pull you under.

“Here.” His tone is still full of mirth, but there’s a warm comforting tinge to it.

A finned hand slides across your back, pulling you against his firm chest. His strong arms lock around your waist, hugging you so close you can feel the hard lines of his abs; the flex of every breath. “We’re never going to get anywhere at your pace. Though it was cute to watch you try.” He presses a quick kiss to your shoulder blade, as if to punctuate the statement.

In this position, his head is tucked over your shoulder, a long ear-fin brush the side of your face with every outward flick. Still mostly lying flat, your belly is nearly parallel to the murky depths. He pulls you along at a much more rapid pace, swimming by swaying the length of his tail side to side. The leaf-like ridges of one side of his giant tail-end swaying side to side above the water behind you. They droop a bit under gravity's cruel grip, the high ends curling down toward the churning sea.

“Do you normally swim like this?” The angle his tail is twisted doesn’t seem quite right given its shape. It’s definitely not how you’d pictured him swimming.

“Not really if I’m going for a quicker pace. I usually swim more like a dolphin. More of an up-down motion than a side-to side. This is fine if I’m going slowly above the water, though,” his words rumble against your shoulder from where his chin presses into your skin.

“I’ve never been out this far before.” The water seems so deep beneath you, and endless dark blue, almost pitch black below your feet. This far out, the waves crest up to sharp foamy white peaks, but Levi pulls you over them easily.

“It’d be easier if I could swim below.” Levi dips a bit low, the water suddenly reaching up high on your neck, the waves lapping threateningly along your chin.

You know he’s joking, it’s obvious in the tone of his voice, but you play along anyways. “Please don’t. I need to breathe.”

He chuckles, loosening his hand from around your waist to tug at your hips. He rises, pulling you with his to float upright along the waves. The hands at your hips suddenly twisting you to press your chest against his.

“Think I’m going to drown you? After all this time?”

The hands at your hips loosen a bit, making you bob under a sharp wave. Your hands scramble to wrap around his neck.

“You're so cute.” The statement is followed by the uneven triple beat. Pretty Thing.

His long tail twists around your legs, pinning them together in a scaly coil. You can feel the tight muscle beneath the blue scales flexing as he pulls you hard against his chest. Soft beats of the end of his tail keep the two of you aloft, bobbing above the white-tipped current.

Pinching your chin between two of his claws, Levi pulls you into a deep kiss. It’s urgent, open mouthed. The slide of his long tongue gives you goosebumps, arousal already whirling distantly along the back of your head.

He breaks the kiss, gaze hot against your own. “Take a deep breath for me?”

You do so without question, then the soft movement below your feet stops, sending you both below the water.

It’s exhilarating, making your breath catch in your throat and your heart beat loud in your ears.

The salt water stings your eyes a bit, but his gaze never leaves yours as you sink below the surface.

The soft beams of light filtering through from the surface, making his scales glow; powdery blue of trailing fins bright and beautiful against the glittering rays. The ruffles billow, trailing behind him like an expensive dress, or perhaps the pleated layers of a skirt. It’s just like you’d imagined that first day, when you’d seen them hanging heavy along his back.

Letting you go, he twirls and loops around you, releasing happy clicking noises as beams of sunlight glinting off of his scales. You sink quite a bit, struggling to keep yourself level as you watch the frayed ends of his ruffles dance as he slowly swims around you. You can’t help but smile, happy to see him loose and free in his element.

Levi ends up taking you to a small bay a ways away from your usual meeting spot. You aren’t sure how far of a swim it was, but judging by the sun at least several hours have passed. The horizon is now a deep, clear blue with fluffy white clouds drifting along in the breeze. The soft, pastel tones of the early in the morning have long passed with the sun now high in the sky.

There’s a long sharp cliff face, rough layers of light grey shale rising so high above you that you have to tilt your neck. They’re tipped with a dark green, plant life thriving up high in the sunlight. A couple spots along the top seem to almost drip the leafy foliage, lines of green trailing down along the high shale wall. It stretches far into the distance in either direction, foamy white tipped waves lapping along the bottom.

It’s a tiny rounded cove, the waters calm with waves small rolling in comparison to those of the open sea. A small sandy shore forming a crescent indent in the otherwise straight rocky ridge. Several small islands of smooth grey stone peak out from above the water, scattered along the shallow cove a ways away from the white sand.

Levi swims you up onto one of the smaller islands, though the current here is light enough for you to have done so on your own. Arms flexing, the Mer easily lifts you from the bright water and plops you right along the smooth edge; as if you weighed nothing at all. Though, in comparison to his heavy tail, you suppose you do.

The dark grey rock is warm from the sun, not quite hot, but warm enough to stray on the edge of barely comfortable. It’s sort of soothing through the material of your panties, like a hot stone used for a luxurious massage. You relish it, wiggling your toes in the cool water.

Levi pulls himself up to sit next to you, a much easier rise and turn than you’ve seen him do against sand. Sometimes it can take him almost ten minutes to pull himself up onto the sand, beaching himself to sit by your side. Claws digging desperately into the grit in order to bring himself onto land.

Arm wrapping around the curve of your waist, Levi tugs you against him. Hip to hip, the rough larger scales of his tail rubbing directly against your thigh. This is the first time you’ve felt it so high, unblocked by the material of your shorts. Levi notes the difference, palm sliding from your hip to drag along the meat of your thigh. His fingers drag curious, distracted circles into the newly revealed skin.

“This is a popular sunbathing spot. Don’t be spooked if you spot another Mer.” His eyes trail along the other stony islands along the coast, ears flicking back and forth to hear for any other Mers.

“Other Mers?” The thought fills you with excitement, eyes immediately scanning the smooth waves for any hint tails peeking out from the water.

“Members of my pod,” he explains, eyes shifting to meet your own. “Though a few others occasionally come to visit from nearby.”

”Do you live around here?”

He points at the bottom of the cliffs not far off in the distance. “There’s a series of small caves not too deep below the water. There’s some sort of underwater vent nearby, making them warmer. My pod has made them their homes.”

”So yours is nearby?”

His long nail shifts to indicate further into the distance, where the cliffside begins to fade out of sight. “My cave is further along. I wanted somewhere a bit away from everyone else’s.”

Sounds about right, given his introverted nature. You haven’t seen him interact with anyone else yet, but you know from experience that he’s generally quiet until he gets to really know someone.

“Can I see it?” You have the sudden, desperate urge to see his home. To see where he spends the long hours between your meetings, where he sleeps every night.

“I’ll take you there another time.” He seems too comfy part from the warm stone to move, and you can’t really disagree with the sentiment.

His tail drags across the stone, a rough grating noise, as he uses his arms to shift further along the surface. The sound makes you wonder at how smooth the stone is; how many Mers must have dragged themselves across the surface over the years to file it into such a soft surface. The two of you shift to slide a bit further along the stone, almost centered so that only the end of his tail is left calmly splashing in the tide.

He flops onto his back, sighing out a happy trill at the soothing heat. Lying stretched out by his side, you revel in the relaxing heat, the warm rays of the sun echoing the heat along your spine. It’s no wonder Mers love to sunbathe. You close your eyes, the sun becoming nothing but an orange splotch beneath the darkness of your eyelids. You could almost fall asleep like this. It’d be easy.

Too easy, in fact.

You doze for a bit, the warmth lulling your brain into a mushy pile of goo. The calm intermittent rushing of waves doesn’t help. The comforting presence of his warm arm pressed against your own only worsens matters.

“Don’t fall asleep on me.” The deep rumble of his voice jerks you back to your senses. “I didn’t bring you out here to take a nap.”

Despite his words, he sounds a little sleepy himself. His voice is a little deeper and rumbly from his light doze. You know he doesn’t sleep too well, he’s told you as much, so you're glad that he’d been so relaxed. Hopefully it’d been partially because of your presence, and not just the warmth beneath you.

Turning to lay on your side, the fresh wave of heat makes your muscles shudder a bit. Facing him now, you note that he’d definitely been dozing. There’s a certain heavy, puffiness to his eyes that’s very telling.

“Well, what did you bring me here for?” You can’t help the flirty lilt in your tone. You know the answer well enough.

With a rolling chuckle, Levi lifts an arm to wrap around your waist, sliding you across the smooth stone and pulling you against his chest. Your arm wraps across his stomach, aiding the endeavor.

You end up on top of him, free from the warmth of the stone, but his skin is just as soothing. Hovering over him, legs thrown over his hips at the soft curve where skin shifts into scales. He looks beautiful beneath you, black hair dry and splayed across the dark stone, eyes sparking in the bright sun. He’s smiling, a once rare sight that’s becoming more and more common as the days pass by. It’s not huge, just a small eager tilt of his lips.

“For this.” His hand raises to curve along your cheek, pulling you down for a deep kiss.

It’s a deep, eager lip lock. His lips press hard against yours in an almost lazy, slow slide. Still full of sleepy lassitude from the unintentional doze. A hint of his sharp claws bites along the back of your head, digging into your hair as he tilts your head to press harder against your mouth.

The feeling immediately makes you dizzy, your head already buzzing from the shallow lip lock. There’s an odd almost whirling sensation in your brain that makes it hard to think about anything other than his mouth against yours.

Sucking your bottom lip between his own, you can’t help but groan in response. The dizzy buzzing in your mind is already building a rolling heat between your thighs. You slide a hand up from his chest to cup the back of his head, digging your nails into the fine hairs of his undercut. He groans in response, and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss further.

His mouth is hot. It’s always hot. Everything about him seems to always be pleasurably warm against your questing digits. He groans, deep and airy at the first slide of your tongue against his, nails digging harder into the back of your head.

Sliding your tongue along the inside of his mouth, you relish the sharp points of his teeth. They’re frightening, ominous. You should be wary of them, but to you they’re just another part of him. The points sting against your tongue, the pleasure-pain making your heart beat wildly in your ears.

Levi quickly takes over, pushing the kiss into your mouth. His long tongue sliding along your blunt teeth to tangle with your own. There’s always something so smooth about kissing this deep, some slick sensitive skin-on-skin sensation that always makes you lose your bearings. Your mind is no longer whirling in pleasure, but fully focused on it.

Nothing else matters now. You can’t hear the soft crashing of waves, the happy slap of his tail along the foamy surf. You can’t feel the buzzing warmth of the sun, or the hot stone against your feet. All that matters is the hot slide of his tongue against yours and the burning heat between your thighs.

You aren’t sure if this is one long kiss or a million little ones; his lips never once leave your own.

The hand resting at the curve of your waist rises, sliding along your skin to thumb curiously at the band along your chest. It’s a first. In all your long hours pressed together, he’s never shown any interest in your breasts before. With his eyes, maybe, but never with his hands.

The digits skirt curiously along the band, before digging below the fabric. Nails dragging across finely woven lace while the pads brush along the bottom of the round curve.

“You don’t have scales.…” The words are barely a mumble, vibrating against your lips.

You break the kiss to meet his gaze; eyes hot but with a shine of curiosity. “Obviously. Female Mer’s have scales along their chests?”

He warbles a bit in response, an affirmation from what you’ve learned. It’s almost frightening how familiar you're getting with his odd noises. Little bits of Mer that you're learning just based on his tone.

Levi quickly pulls you back into a kiss, tongue bombarding the sensitive bottom of your own in a series of firm upward laps. The questing hand continues its journey, shifting to pluck at the hard bud of one of your nipples. Whining in response, the sound only earns you a deep grumble. The pleasure of it is sharp, a high point compared to the dull rolling pleasure of his kisses.

Pulling the cup of your bra up, he palms the entirety of the breast, squeezing the weight of it in his hand. His thumb continues to toy with the nipple, swirling the scaly digit around the stiff peak. The other is firm against your hip, pulling you tighter against his chest. The swirling is almost teasing; pleasure so close to the stiff peak. You whine, pressing your chest further into his palm. He trills, a high curious sound in response.

“You like that?” His lips never leave yours in the question, plump wet skin sliding against your own.

You whimper in response, helpless at the buzzing pleasure clouding your brain. The sound earns you a satisfied hum, his thumb finally sliding up along your stiffened bud. Another finger joins the quest, softly pinching the peak between the two digits.

The sound you make is high, breathy and desperate. Your nails scrape helplessly into his hair, the shorn baby-hairs rough against the pads of your fingers. The grit of them is grounding, helping you stay afloat in your pleasure-flooded brain.

Wiggling a bit in his grasp, you can’t help but rub your thighs together. The warmth of the sun had already dried your panties long ago, but now they’re soaking wet again. Your clit is throbbing, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing. Aching to be full of something, anything. Be it his fingers, his tongue or his…

Eager to distract yourself from the thought, you run your hands along his chest. Feeling the firm lines of his abs, dipping and tightening beneath your questing digits. Hand cupping the round curve of his pec, you swirl your thumb around the hardened bud. Levi shudders, an airy whine puffing air across your face.

“You’re so fucking…”

An odd chirp, a higher far higher tone than you're used to hearing, interrupts the no doubt filthy thought. There's an upward lilt to the sound, almost like a question. The noise makes you break apart, your lips separating with a wet smack. The searching hand quickly leaves your breast as you both turn to search for the source of the noise.

A dark bob of hair peeks out of the water not far from the edge of the stone. A mermaid. Her mouth is just above the water, dark hair just long enough for the ends to trail in the surf.

“Mikasa.” From his tone you can’t tell if it’s a greeting or a warning. Perhaps a tad bit upset at the interruption, you can’t disagree with the sentiment.

You quickly tug the cup of your bra back to cover your chest. You feel vaguely embarrassed for having been caught in such a position. Levi seems a bit abashed from being caught as well, pink dusting high on his cheeks and ears tilted a bit low.

She clicks in response, eyes darting between the two of you. She’s glaring, you think, there’s definitely an almost angry tilt to her brows. Levi moves to rise, pulling you up with him to sit and face her.

Hard nails clacking against the stony edge of the smooth rock, she - Mikasa, lifts herself out of the water a bit. Just enough for the water to lap softly around the curve of her waist. Using her strong-looking arms to hold herself up as she leans over the grey stone. Trying to get a better look at you, you suppose. You take the opportunity to do the same.

Her ears-fins are an orange shade, the pattern matching Levi’s with a darker line along the top and a paler shade connecting the ridges of muscle. There’s a sprinkling of gold and deep orange scales dusting her collar bones and curling around the undersides of her breasts. It looks as though they act sort of like a built in bra, some sort of natural support. Her back fin is familiar as well, deep orange scales fading into a soft translucent orangey-white. It looks soft, ruffles draping over her side as she leans forward in curiosity.

You shift a bit at her attention, nervous to finally meet another Mer. Her expression isn’t very welcoming though, her lips are still tilted down in an unhappy frown. Leaning forward from your place against Levi’s chest, you smooth a hand along his shoulder to help sooth your own nerves.

“Hello? My name is…”

You're interrupted with a sharp hiss. Ears tilted back in displeasure, sharp teeth on display, she looks every inch a deadly predator. Back fins pulling tight, they raise to almost stand up straight along her spine, puffing up to make her seem larger in an angry display.

The sound and sight is a shock, sending chills up your spine. Baby-hairs raising along the back of your neck, your breath catches high in your throat and goosebumps trail along your shoulder blades. Your hand curls around Levi’s bicep, desperate for a sense of safety and security.

Levi puffs up in turn, something you hadn’t known he could do. Layers of almost pleated blue ruffles pulling up almost tight along his back. His grip hardens on your hip, but otherwise he remains still and silent, eyes stormy and locked onto the angry Mer.

There’s a splash off in the distance, your eyes shift to watch a larger Mer break through the surface of the water. He’s a bit away from the edge of the stone, just a torso floating among the soft waves. The Mer warbles at you a bit; you can’t see his features too well from this distance, but he seems more genuinely curious than his female companion. There’s definitely a more interested, wide eyed look to his expression.

He clicks a bit, followed by a sharp bark. The tanner skinned Mer has short dark brown hair, cut evenly only a few inches from his head. Barely long enough for his bangs to dance in the breeze. He raises a hand from the water, barking at Mikasa again and waving in a familiar come-hither motion.

“Come on Mikasa!” His voice is surprisingly high pitched, sort of child-like despite him being a bit larger than the other two Mers.

You hadn’t even really realized how pale both her and Levi were, this Mers more olive toned skin catches you a bit off guard. You suddenly wonder how Levi doesn’t get sunburnt, but you immediately bury the stray thought.

One ear fin turns to flick towards her friend, she seems almost reluctant to make even such a small movement. Her glare is so hot, so sharp, you feel like it could burn a hole right through you.

Reluctant, she quickly turns to eye the male in the distance, chirping at him softly before darting her head back to you. Glaring eyes boring right into your own, full of nothing but anger and spite. Mikasa hisses at you one last time, a cruel sharp sound, before pushing off from the stone ledge and splashing away to follow her friend.

You catch a small glimpse of her tail as she raises it above the water to splash away. It’s a bit shorter and wider, but it looks remarkably similar to Levi’s, ruffles and all. Splotches of dark orange and white decorate the appendage, along with the occasional smattering of reddish-gold and black.

The other Mers tail splashes next to her, a dark green fin cutting above the water's edge. Instead of ending in a large leafy fan, his tail ends in two distinct fins. It’s smaller, with long trailing ends; more like the ones you remember seeing in the old story books.

“Are you okay?” Levi’s force brings you out of your thoughts, jolting you back into the moment. You feel a bit shaken, a little upset at her negative reaction, but otherwise fine. Though, your heart is still beating a bit loudly in your ears, truth be told.

“Yeah. Just startled. I hadn’t realized that we’d be…disapproved of.”

“That’s not exactly it. Mikasa’s a bit of a special case when it comes to humans. Of course you’d end up meeting her first.” He clicks his tongue off of his teeth.

“I’ve had to practically beat my friends away from meeting you,” he snorts. “They’ve come close a few times.” You can sort of imagine him hissing and barking at them, scaring them away from your private little beach.

“You don’t have to do that! I’d love to meet your friends!”

“The two of them can be a bit…overwhelming,” Levi rolls his eyes to punctuate the sentence. “Especially when it comes to humans. Maybe eventually.”

“Who was it that she swam off with? Another one of your pod-mates?”

“Eren. Armin was probably lurking somewhere nearby. They’re pretty young members of our pod, always wandering off to get in some sort of trouble together.”

Mikasa, Eren, and Armin. Sort of unique names, barring Eren. You could find someone with that name in any frat house in the country. ”What are your friends' names?”

“Erwin and Hange.”

Erwin and Hange. More unique names. You repeat them in your head a few times in order to settle them into your brain. “Will you tell me about them sometime?”

“Sure.” He settles back against the stone, pulling you with him and wrapping an arm back around your back.

You think you might spot the top of her leafy tail splashing in the distance, a dark shadow against the bright horizon. “She looked a bit like you.”

“Mikasa? We’re sort of related somehow. Cousins, maybe,” he shrugs his shoulders, jostling you a bit with the moment.

“Why was she so… aggressive?”

“Remember when I said I’d heard horror stories about humans? One of them came from her,” Levi explains, eyes suddenly a bit distant. Thoughtlessly, he pulls your hand into his own, toying with your fingers as he continues.

“Her mother was a Mer from some distant land. Some other ocean on the other side of the world. It’s why her coloring is so different. Humans trapped her and experimented on her, before abandoning her in the waters somewhere near here. From what I heard, she was covered in scars.”

His words paint a vivid image in your mind. Orange scales against a white surgical table. A glaring bright light overhead. Sharp scalpels and bright red blood. Of course you aren’t alone in your discovery. Of course other people know about Mers, and of course they’re cruel.

“So that’s why…” You remember the flash of sharp teeth, shuddering a bit at the memory. Sometimes you forget that Levi is dangerous, that Mers used to drown sailors in old tales. He’s always so gentle with you, it’s easy to forget that he’s basically a killing machine.

At your shudder, a hand shifts to slide along your spine, soothing you. “She wouldn’t have actually hurt you. She comes on strong but Mikasa’s generally pretty easy going.”

“She sort of had the coloring of a Koi fish. And her eyes…maybe her mother was from somewhere around Asia? Maybe the Yellow Sea?” Though, you doubt Levi would even know where that is.

“We have no idea. She’s the only one with that coloring in the pod and her mother passed when she was a pup. I don’t think she did well in our waters.”

Thinking back, her face had still been sort of round and youthful. Plus the boy's voice had been very childlike, almost cracking with puberty. “They’re still young?”

“Almost adults, but not quite.” Ah. Teenagers then. That explains them getting into trouble all the time.

A thought suddenly occurs to you. “How old are you?” You can’t believe you haven't thought to ask him before.

“We don’t really track age the way humans do. I’ve been an adult for a while.” He shrugs, flapping his ears a bit.

“I’m in my mid 20’s. I think you might be a bit older than me? Maybe?” There’s something so youthful about his face that makes it difficult to place his age. Something in the way that he carries himself feels a bit more adult, though maybe it’s something in the hard line of his jaw that makes him seem older.

He tenses up a bit in worry, you can feel the arm around your waist stiffen. “Is that okay?”

“It’s fine, it's fine. I don’t mind you being a bit older. We’re both adults.” There’s so many differences between you, it feels a bit silly to worry about something so normal. You’re different species, what’s a small age gap going to change.

It is a bit odd that they don’t really track ages though. “You don’t know your birthday?”

Pinching his brows together in thought, he shakes his head in response. “I was hatched in the winter, if that means anything.”

Hatched. Right. Your gaze strays to his firm belly, lined with abs but absent of the round indent of a belly button. Sometimes you forget that he isn’t quite human. That this relationship is doomed to end tragically in some way or another. That there’s a looming clock, ticking away, just waiting to reach its end. You try not to think about it. Summer's end is quickly approaching and you're not sure what you’ll do in the coming months. Especially with your mother…

You shake yourself, burying the thought back into the depths of the mind. You don’t want to think about that right now. No dark thoughts. No future worries. Not with Levi by your side. You can worry about her later.

Your days have become entirely about him. Dreams filled with him, of both soft conversations side by side and frantic lusty visions. Sometimes you wake up with a nose full of his scent, of salty air and rich musk, only for it to fade when reality sets in.

Some mornings you shoot awake, frantic with need from lucid dreams of his desperate touch. They’re vivid, startlingly life-like. Filled with every color, every taste, every touch and every smell. Frantically touching yourself, fingers as far as they can go in your gummy walls, thumb swirling against your clit. It’s not enough, it’s never enough, but some part of you fears that it has to be.

Your long, mindless hours at work are often spent daydreaming about him. Replaying previous conversations in your mind's eye and daydreaming about the future by his side.

Every second of all of your days are spent waiting, counting down the minutes until you can get in your beat up old car and drive out to see him. It feels like you’ve known Levi forever, that his presence has always been steady at your side, even if it’s only been a few months.

Day coming to a close, Levi swims you right back to the coast by the entrance of the beach. You can see your drawstring bag, resting on the shore right where you left it. This is the longest you’ve spent by his side, from the bright pink break of dawn to the pitch black of night. White shiny spots brighten up the pitch black sky, like pin holes punched into an otherwise dark dome.

At home you can only see a few dim constellations, the droning buzz of man-made lights drowning out the galaxy's natural beauty. Out here though, they spread across the darkness in a vast array of colors and sizes. Whites, both bright and dull, cool yellows and even pale blues twinkling across the horizon. You’ve never stayed late enough to watch the stars with him, always parting just as they begin to appear beside the waning sun. A missed opportunity, one you’re glad to be righting.

Laying back against the cool sand, most of you is still below the water. The intermittent waves come up to splash along the curve of your waist and up over your belly. They’re strong enough to lift you up, your legs floating gently in the shallows. Levi stretches out on his side next to you, shoulder to shoulder, tail stretching long past the bottoms of your feet.

You are still in your underwear, the sand is no doubt sticking to your wet skin, coating your entire back, but you don’t really care. Large hands smooth along the skin of your stomach in careless, meandering circles. They’ve yet to leave you once since you left the hot stone island. It seems he doesn't want the night to end either.

Pointing high into the pitch black abyss. “I don’t know any constellations. Do you?”

“Some Mers do, but I never really paid attention. Why?”

“No real reason. It’s not really important” You’d just wanted to talk to him a bit longer. You have to work in the morning, bright and early as usual, but the lack of sleep seems worth it. It might not feel like it in the morning, your eyes no doubt burning and your brain fried, but right now it feels like a more than even trade.

You can almost see the Milky Way, stretching out across the dark canvas overhead. The trailing clusters of stars are so distant that they seem almost hazy, yellows and blues so close together that you can’t tell them apart individually. It’s breathtaking, making you feel small in comparison. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is,” Levi murmurs by your side, his voice sounding distracted and fond. There’s an airy quality to it, as if he's breathing out the words in one gusty sigh. The stars must have taken his breath away too.

You turn your head to look at him, to watch him watching the stars, but he’s not looking up at the sky. He’s looking at you.

“Levi.” There’s an embarrassed giggle trapped in your throat, heavy with the oncoming surge of emotion. You can’t help the heat rolling across your face, spreading up to your ears and along your neck. What a cliché, though you doubt he realizes it. Still, it makes your mind buzz in excitement, heart pounding hard in your chest.

Levi rolls over to lay on top of you, torso to torso, tail dragging along the rocky shallows. His hip is a heavy comforting weight where it presses to lean against your own. The thinner, long end of his tail twining to wrap around your lower legs. This time the sliding grip feels almost desperate, coiled tight around your feet like an odd hug.

The scattered, fuzzy bits of the Milky Way light the sky behind his head. There’s no moon, not tonight, but the sky is still bright regardless. His hair, dripping strands that stick to his forehead as he leans above you, shines to reflect some of the starlight. Levi was wrong, you think, he’s the beautiful one.

His eyes are stormy, dark without the bright sun to light them. The white edges seem to glow a bit, a soft white hue, perhaps a tad bit yellow. You hadn’t known he could do that, though you suppose it makes sense. They’re still hot, filled with an almost desperate warmth as they lock into your own. Levi murmurs your name, soft and airy like gasping out a breath, before pulling you into a needy kiss.

A firm kiss under the stars, another cliché. The hot slide of his tongue against yours is much more frantic than earlier today. Much more desperate now that your time together is so limited. The thought makes your heart ache, despite its fluttering throb in your chest.

He’s always so careful with his teeth, afraid to hurt you with the sharp points. You appreciate the effort, but pull his lip between your own teeth anyways. He groans, a deep trill echoing in his throat with the sound. The kiss drags on and on, your grip on him desperate.

“Stay.” He sounds so desperate, voice almost cracking with need. The sound of it makes your heart do weird loops, your throat swelling with emotion.

“I wish I could.” You mean it, with all your heart. You really do.

Neither of you want this night to end. You never do, but this is worse than ever. You don’t want to go. You don’t want this to end. You have to return to reality, to your sad human life. Summer is ending and the future looms ominous over the horizon, dark like an oncoming storm. You can practically feel it right over the horizon, ready to destroy everything in its path

You love him. A mythical creature. An impossibility. The thought fills your heart with buzzing excitement while also turning your stomach with dread.

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