#part 3 of 3
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Fill Me Up, Buttercup
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,467
Warnings: Southern Mommy Wanda. Fluff. Smut. Fingering (R receiving). Phone Sex (kinda?).
A/N: i don't like this but oh wellsies
Part One Part Two
“Well, howdy there, stranger.” Wanda hollered into the phone, a new smile crossing her lips.
It was more of a smirk, the right side of her smile lifting higher than the left. The opposite eyebrow raised, though it was mostly covered by the way her bangs fell over her forehead.
You could hardly focus on it, though, far too enraptured by the rather generous view her negligee gave you. She wasn’t wearing a bra, that much was evident, as they moved in time with her breathing and the movements of her hand. It was hypnotizing to say the least. You were glad she was holding your hand though, your other grasping the bed, limiting your temptation of reaching out.
Wanda’s hand moving up had you moaning, not caring about the phone on your chest. The woman above you had morals, though, and stopped moving her hand altogether, pulling a whimper from your throat.
“Sorry hun, Y/n tripped over the dresser. Poor girl is so tired from her big day.” She tutted, a glare thrown your way. It was accompanied by a harsh shush under her breath. It made you shudder, your breath caught in your throat at the prospect of her stopping. Despite the dread that filled your stomach, you clenched around her fingers, just barely able to keep any sound from slipping out.
"Are you alright, darlin’?” Wanda added just moments later, clearly as a means to convince the woman on the phone that you were actually injured and not being, well… fucked. That didn’t stop her from mouthing words at you, just barely loud enough to hear the wispy ends of her letters.
“Quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want your team hearing you, huh?” The woman pouted, sticking her bottom lip out just slightly.
You groaned softly, shaking your head in agreement. You still had no idea who she was calling or hell, even why she was on the phone while, well, knuckles deep in you, but if it made her happy, you’d do it.
“Good.” Wanda smirked before turning her attention back to the phone, her fingers twitching inside of you. It wasn’t enough, though, even as you began to shimmy your hips down, hoping she’d take some mercy on you. You had to hold back a gasp as she curled the very tips of her fingers, more than aware of the silent threat behind her words.
Once again, you closed your eyes, resting your head against the pillow as you let your body sink down onto the mattress. It was all you could do, as you couldn’t make any noise and you were too tired to even think about doing something to be punished.
The brunette made a clicking noise with her tongue, prompting you to look back up at her. She shook her head. You knew she wanted your eyes opened, based on how she widened her own. You let your head fall onto the pillow, whimpering softly as you maintained eye contact.
“You wanna say hi, hon? Of course! I mean, how rude of us to leave without so much as a goodbye!” Wanda’s voice was an air of giddiness you knew was half real half fake, a dash of something… adventurous in the sweet tang of her accent.
You cocked your head just slightly, eyebrows furrowing, teeth clenched together. It wasn’t the only thing clenching as the older woman continued to thrust into you.
"Say hi, baby.” The brunette smiled brightly at you, curling her fingers just right into you. The noises she pulled out of you were pathetic to say the least, little whines accompanying your gasps of air. You prayed that she hadn’t gotten her phone fixed from when she dropped it in the sink while soaking dishes. At least then, the mic on the damn thing would still be shitty.
“Hi.” It took three full lungfuls of air before you responded, a stillness in the air. Wanda wasn’t still by any means though, and kept her fingers thrusting at a slow but steady pace. It wasn’t enough to make you come, but fuck was she good with her fingers.
“Hiya theres, toots. Say, you keep giving speeches like that and I’d be the one dragging you home!” The voice was so familiar and even comforting to your ears, but your mind was so foggy that it was hard to think of who it was. You could picture her, though. Brown hair. Tall. Taller than both you and Wanda. Your book. She worked on your book. Edited it. Fuck.
“Well? What do you say, baby?” Wanda’s voice had turned from that sugar filled honey to a new kind of sweetness. She knew what she was doing. She only smiled as she thrust even harder, her thumb just barely swiping over your clit. You all but moaned, arching your back into the touch.
“T-Thank you.” You whimpered, biting harshly on your tongue. Wanda shook her head, stopping her fingers momentarily to pull her hand out of yours, brushing her free thumb over your lip. You pushed your head to the side just slightly, desperately trying not to close your eyes. It was hard, to say the least.
Wanda’s eyes were unnerving, though and, as much as most nights you wouldn't mind being bent over her knee, you were certain you'd break before she even touched you. Hell, she was more than touching you and you were seconds away from being overwhelmed.
"You okay there, sugar? Sounds like someone's a little worn out.” Wanda pouted, her lips pulled down into a frown that had her words mimicking her face. Your chest heaved under her, pulling deep breaths in and forcing them out slowly. You could only hope the woman would take pity on you.
“I-I’m okay. Tired.” You whimpered as Wanda’s fingers shiftly ever so slightly, tilting your hips up in an attempt to accommodate them. The brunette dragged her thumb back over your bottom lip, resting it there as she watched your mouth stay open. You let your jaw drop just slightly. You hadn’t noticed just how tense it had been. She was eerily good at making you realize things.
"She's just too cute. But I'll let you go, toots, this car isn't going to drive itself!” Agatha’s voice had you nearly weeping in relief, more than ready for this damn phone call to be over.
Wanda cooed, propelling her thumb forward enough to push past your lips, to which you happily obliged. You were sucking before you even thought about it, whimpering as her other fingers began moving once again.
“Have a good night, Agatha. Let us know when you get home.” Wanda’s entire body seemed to soften, her eyes squinting just slightly.
She looked at you as if you were her most valuable treasure, which, in some ways, you were. She had never ceased to brag about how lucky she was to find you, no matter how much you argued it was the other way around.
“Will do, hon. Tell Y/N I’ll see her later.” You weren’t even paying attention to the conversation at this point, your vision becoming fuzzy as you blinked up at Wanda. Her fingers reached up to splay against your check, rivaling the slow thrusts into you. Your eyes fluttered shut, your hips bucking softly.
“Alright, buh-bye now.” Wanda spoke softly, a chuckle being pulled from her throat. You whined softly at the sound. She talked at you lovingly, her fingers dancing across your cheek as you continued to suck.
“That wasn't so hard now, was it, doll?” The softness of her voice continued to lull you, though your hips continued to move with her fingers.
You whimpered again, nodding at her words. She hummed under her breath as she gently took her thumb out of your mouth, instead running her fingers, sans thumb, through your hair. She merely shushed you when you whined at the loss.
“Open your eyes for me, love.” Her finger didn’t stop, a soft kiss being pressed against your forehead. She didn’t move as you began to open your eyes, her scent wafting over you. It was that earthy lavender you loved so much. She had sprayed it on your shirt that morning before leaving for “work,” knowing you’d need the support more than ever, not that she’d tell you what she had done.
"You’re so good for me, baby.” The woman’s voice deepened, a raspiness returning to it. You blinked softly at what you could see. A blush spread from your cheeks to your neck as the only thing you could see were her breasts through her negligee. You tilted your head up, attempting to seal your lips together with a whine as your hips started circling slowly.
“Mommy, please.” You whimpered against her lips, your hand she had left on the pillow snaking down to grasp onto the thin strap of her pajama top. You weren’t entirely sure what you were ever asking for. Just that you needed her. She seemed to understand, kissing back feverishly. It had your head spinning even more, gasping for breath before she was kissing your neck.
“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” Wanda murmured in your ear before pulling away, a smirk pulling across her lips once again. You nodded as fast as you could with how dazed you were. Your pointer finger slid between her shoulder and shirt strap, wanting nothing more than to pull it down and suck. The thought alone sent a thrill down your spine.
“Eyes up, sweetheart.” Wanda tsked, her tone playful as a smile spread across her lips. You weren’t worried about her catching you staring; it wouldn’t be the first or last time, and you had caught the other woman doing the same plenty of times. If anything, it was only fair you got to, too. You complied though, your mouth dropping open in a slight pant at the sight of her. As soon as your eyes met hers, her grin widened, a thrust accompanying the look.
"Now, wasn’t that nice? Agatha callin’ to check up on you, pumpkin.” The woman pursed her lips together, her tone the same sticky sweet she used to tease you. There was nothing you could do to stop the moan that had been growing during the call from coming out, tossing your head back.
Wanda began thrusting into you with earnest, pushing a third finger in while simultaneously pulling your hand off of her. A continuous moan was bubbling out of your throat, a keening tone to it. Your body rocked in time with her hand, hips tilting up to meet her thrusts.
Everything inside you felt like it was on fire; from the way your forehead was covered in sweat, to the way your stomach tightened. Both you and Wanda knew it wouldn’t take much to make you cum.
“Mommy, mommy-” You began chanting the word over and over again, a particularly hard thrust forcing you to moan through an inhale. Your knees tried to lock behind her leg, thighs squeezing around her wrist.
Normally, she’d be pulling her hand away entirely, slapping your legs and pussy before reprimanding you because ‘you know better than that.’ The thought had you immediately parting your legs, though you clenched her fingers harder.
“You’re okay, sweet pea. Come for me, darlin’ girl.” Wanda’s lips returned to your forehead, kisses pressed against the sweaty skin. Your hips spasmed erratically as you chased your high, a string of unintelligible words leaving your mouth. Her thumb drew methodical circles on your clit, and you knew you were done for. Her fingers and thumb moved even faster as you ground down, your mouth opening and closing. Your back arched, pressing your bodies together.
“Oh my, oh my-” You cut yourself off with a cry, knowing that so much as another thrust would send you tumbling over the edge. Your fingers curled into the bedspread even tighter, holding on for dear life. Wanda’s thrusts got faster, repeatedly hitting the spot that made everything in you clench around her fingers. Her thumb came down on your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it.
“Let go, sweetheart. Mommy’s got you.” Wanda cooed, her voice completely contrasting her actions. There was nothing you could do other than to let it happen, your body tensing as you did what she said. You tossed your head back, letting out a high pitched wail as your orgasm washed over you, your body arching off the bed. Wanda continued to thrust, letting you ride the high out as she helped you through it.
“Shh, that’s my good girl. Mommy’s good little girl.” Wanda spoke softly as you came down from your high, her face suddenly much closer to yours as she hovered above you. Her fingers were still inside you, albeit hardly moving as you panted, eyes shut. Your hips jerked as waves of aftershock coursed through you. Wanda only shushed you, though, gently pressing her hips down to urge you back onto the bed.
“You did so good, baby. Mommy’s precious little girl.” You whined as she pulled her fingers out of you, your walls desperately clenching against nothing. You forced a deep breath out of you as you fully relaxed against the bed, your eyes fluttering open. It took all of two seconds before Wanda was kissing you. You sloppily kissed her back, easily letting her take full control.
You lazily made out for who knows how long, Wanda forcing you to finally unwind after your day. It wasn’t long before she was urging you up though, easily maneuvering you into the bathroom, encouraging you to use it before she cleaned you up.
As much as you would’ve loved nothing more than to sleep, Wanda’s concerns about you being fully taken care of and not developing an infection far outweighed your need to sleep. Besides, it meant she’d carry you back to bed before redressing you. A win was a win.
You were nodding off as she pulled you onto her chest, nestling your head against her neck. Everything about her enveloping her had you sighing, squirming just slightly against her body. You bit your lip, sluggishly tracing your hand down her body, playing with the elastic of her shorts. “Mommy, you-”
“Sleep, sweetheart. You’ve had a long day. Little girls need their rest.” Wanda easily pulled your hand from her pelvis, instead letting it rest against the side of her chest that you weren’t lying on.
More often than not, you would’ve protested. Would’ve told her she took care of you too much and she deserved to cum too. You were too worn out though, and instead obliged, pushing your face further into her neck. She hummed softly, fingers combing through your hair as you easily drifted to sleep.
#jane's fics#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x y/n#wanda maximoff imagine#mommy wanda maximoff#southern mommy wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff smut#part 3#part 3 of 3
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Shell-Shocked
(Neteyam x Reader)
Previous Chapter <- Part 3 -> Epilogue
If you prefer to read on Ao3, you can find the fic here!
Summary: Eywa loves you, but not enough to save you. So good luck taking care of yourself.
Word Count: 6,934
Metkayina Reader uses they/them pronouns.
<”Someone is going to die.”>
Ronal simple statement nipped at your heels and quickened your steps. It made neteyam lighter in your arms, as adrenaline ran rampant through your bloodstream. Usually, you would have found it difficult to carry Neteyam for so long, but somehow, lying limp and injured in your arms, it was easy. As if Eywa had transformed your rage into additional strength. Your heart pounded like a thousand tsurak wings taking flight, headed straight for a dangerous but glorious battle.
As you strode purposefully across the white sands of Awa’atlu island, Neteyam’s brother hurried to keep pace. The boy glanced periodically from your stony face, to the village that lay ahead. Its occupants beginning to prepare themselves for sleep.
<”Stick close to me.”> You hissed quietly.
<”They won’t let me in.”> The boy whispered, looking moments away from peeling away from your side and disappearing off into the darkness. Instinctively, your tail curled around his waist, not holding, just encouraging to keep in stride with you. You had seen his concern for his brother, had witnessed his reluctance to abandon him even after you had gotten there.
<”Hold onto me.”> You growled under your breath, <”no one will harm you.”> For Neteyam, you would fight tooth and nail for this weird boy, who looked at you with wonder and badly concealed mistrust.
Hesitantly, he reached out and curled his ridiculously small hand around the end of your tail, his fingers squeezing slightly to still their shaking. The sensation did not bother you. As a toddler, Tsireya had tended to do the same thing to ensure she didn’t lose you whilst playing or when wandering aimlessly around the village.
At some point during the exchange, the course sands had given way to the familiar spring of the walkways as you entered the village. The boy stuck close to you as you passed the outer pods of the village. Predictably, your presence was detected rapidly, as several heads popped out of the walkways. Adults who had watched you grow from a child, appeared in the openings of their pods, and upon catching sight of you, immediately leapt into action.
<”GET THE TSAHIK!”> Someone’s father ordered, sending a flurry of boys to run full pelt down the walkways to the heart of the village.
And without you so much as having to open your mouth, the village came alive.
Hunters emerged from their pods, spears in hand, shouting orders to one another as some called for their tsuraks, whilst others followed the bloodied trail in your wake back to the island. Parents ushered their gawking children back into pods, whilst kids your age stood motionless on either side of the walkways, bug-eyed and motionless.
To think, not even an hour ago, your roles had been reversed. The mood had been amusing as Neteyam carried you out of the village for a much needed talk. Whereas now, the mood was heavy and suffocating. Neteyam lying limp in your arms with his head pressed heavily into your shoulder.
Two women approached to take Neteyam off your hands, but you found yourself holding him tighter, your lips peeling back to snarl at them. Their sympathetic looks made you feel sick. Neteyam groaned in your arms, his hand weakly clutching at you even as his strength failed him. You hushed him lightly, trying to soothe even as your own heart pounded painfully.
The women did not try to take him again, and instead flanked you as you hurried to Ronal’s pod. One stood at your elbow, hands half raised in case you faltered, and barely spared the boy a second glance, whereas the other strode ahead to clear your path to the Tsahik’s hut.
The air was tense as you rounded the woven structure and pushed your way through the string curtains.
Ronal was already laying down an assortment of herbs and shells beside a bed roll near the fire. Her expression faltered at your appearance, her hand half reaching out before she collapsed her fingers with a snap and allowed a professional calm to overtake her features.
<”Set him down here.”> She instructed plainly, reaching up to steady Neteyam’s head as you knelt beside the mat and gently lowered him. You latched onto the authority in her tone, allowing it to guide your foggy mind.
You felt numb. Or like you were holding your breath and simply drifting at the bottom of the open ocean. Any emotions you had had slipped away, leaving behind a cold fury that burned in the hollow of your chest.
Another set of hands appearing in your peripheral, weathered and large. Steady and comforting as they gently supported Neteyam’s back. Tonowari’s expression was grave as his eyes raked over the damage.
Neteyam winced at the movement, his eyes fluttering behind their lids but not opening. It sickened you to see him so pale, his freckles barely illuminated in the dim pod. His back hit the mat, and the boy cried out, a hand flying to your forearm and holding on with painful tightness as he gritted his teeth.
<”Tsireya!”> Ronal prompted, the rest of her instructions not reaching your ears as the pod exploded into a flurry of movement.
The bitter bite of herbs stung your nose as Ronal gingerly lowered herself to Neteyam’s side, Tonowari supporting her arm as she tried to get comfortable around her pregnant belly. In the background, you could hear Tsireya scrambling for bandages, for ingredients and fresh water. Her tail thrashed anxiously, threatening to upend countless stacks of Ronal’s carefully organised stash.
<”What happened?”> Someone asked you, but you couldn’t pinpoint who. Neteyam was still clinging to your arm, barely hanging on.
Someone called your name. A hand fell on your shoulder, but you were too overwhelmed to respond.
At some point, Neytiri and the rest of the Sully’s burst into the pod, only for Tonowari to intercept the kids and Jake. You heard Neytiri’s knees hit the mat beside Ronal before the teary eyed woman snapped for something to do. Anxiety rolled off of her like a miasma.
<”What happened?!”> She yelled, with all the authority of a future Tsahik. Blarily, you blinked and glanced up.
Her eyes were wide with panic, whilst over her shoulder you could see Jake pacing and the kids greeting their demon brother. Kiri had the boy in an uncomfortably tight looking hug, her shoulders shaking with what could only be described as stomach churning sobs. The boy clung right back, his fingers digging into her back as if someone would rip him off of her at a moment's notice.
You did not know what to say or how to even begin explaining what had happened. Your throat was tight, your mind slow and sluggish. The world seemed to still be moving at its usual pace around you, but you felt stuck in time. Frozen and distant. A moment in time you were terrified of shattering.
Your mouth opened with an audible crack of your jaw, but nothing came out.
Neytiri glared back at you, looking at you as if you were something small. Something untrusted.
<”What?”> She asked slowly, dangerously. <”Happened. To my SON!?”>
Your ears flattened at her increase in volume, but you did not cower. Not with Neteyam clinging tightly to your arm as Ronal applied salve and pressure to the wounds.
<”They shot him.”> You finally said, your voice small and pathetic but audible. You swallowed, the world finally slowing down to your pace as you forcibly blinked the fog from your eyes. Neytiri did not demand that you specify who ‘they’ were, because you both knew who you were referring to.
<”They shot him, and I killed them.”> The words dripped off of your tongue. As fowl and forbidden as they were disturbing. You swallowed loudly, <”I killed all of them, any of them I could find.”> Their dried blood was tight and flaking around your chin, the copper still staining your tongue.
Neytiri’s righteous rage faltered. She blinked, some of her fury subsiding as she looked at you in a new light. Probably taking in your exhausted, blood stained appearance, your own bullet wounds bleeding sluggishly. Absorbing the way Neteyam held onto you, despite her presence. Something seemed to click in her mind and she softened.
<”All of them?”> She pressed.
The numbness was subsiding now, leaving you feeling weak and shaky. Neteyam’s grasp on you was a grounding for you as it was no doubt for him.
<”All of them.”> You promised.
Tsireya broke the staring contest between you and Neytiri by handing over bandages to Ronal, who instructed you to help her move Neteyam into a sitting position. You complied, allowing Neytiri to help as you tucked Neteyam’s head into your shoulder and held his hand. Ronal shuffled closer and began meticulously covering up the bloody wound with soothing green.
The commotion of the clan beyond the pod and the Sully siblings anxious whispers were the only sounds as Ronal did the best she could.
<”He will sleep.”> Ronal said simply after coaxing Neteyam into swallowing a sleeping draft.
Tsireya took the statement as a dismissal and quickly exited the pod in the last direction Lo’ak’s stressed pacing had taken him.
Neytiri however, didn’t move as she sat unnervingly still.
Ronal was gentle as she continued to speak. <”He will still be here if you look away.”> Ronal soothed with a steady hand to Neytiri’s shoulder. <”In the meantime, whilst he rests, you must check on your other children. They need you as well.”>
Neytiri looked torn but, at a soft sniffle from Tuk, managed to convince herself to pull away. On silent feet, she padded across the pod, ducked through the curtains and threw herself into her mate’s arms. Jake caught her automatically, with the arm he wasn’t using to hold Tuk, his expression grim as he simply held her.
Ronal smiled sadly after her before pointedly turning her back to you, a silent offer of privacy.
You remained sat where you were, stuck to Neteyam’s side, simply holding him and regretting everything that had led up to this. If only you hadn’t been an idiot. If only you had fought harder against going to the island. If only you had ignored the shells or worked up the nerve to do something about them. If only you haven't told Aonung about anything. If only-
You cut the thought off and focused on carding your fingers through Neteyam’s braids. He grumbled weakly at the contact, his grasp on your forearm loosening a fraction as the sleeping draft began to take effect.
<”You’re going to be okay.”> You promised quietly as he began to drift away. Little by little, his strength left him and he slumped deeper and deeper into your arms. <”Eywa made a mistake. The black shells were not meant for you.”> You were talking more to yourself than Neteyam at this point, but you had to speak the possibility into existence. <”Surely She would not be so cruel.”>
Neteyam did not respond as sleep finally claimed him. His grasp on you grew lax, so you gently laid him down. He looked as still as the dead, reclined on his back with blood seeping through the thick bandages, but not hardly as peaceful as someone who had already passed on. There was still fight in him, you knew. You could see it in the tense set of his jaw, the way he was still somehow clinging to that bloodied token. It’s soft pink shells, now a steaky seashell pink from his blood.
What had he been trying to tell you before everything happened?
You squashed that thought too. It would only be cruel on yourself to entertain it.
With a shaky breath, you backed away from Neteyam’s mat, something squirming and melancholic writhing deep in your chest. You felt your lower lip threaten to wobble, despite your best attempts to keep your expression neutral. With a wet breath, you bit your lower lip and stood.
Across the fire, you caught sight of Aonung watching you, his expression grave. You hadn’t even noticed him slip into the pod. He looked at you with pity now, his demeanour screaming fear and vulnerability. If you had felt more stable, you might have gone over to soothe him. But right now, you knew you were one wrong look away from harming yourself or someone else, so you headed for the pod exit instead.
The sun was beginning to emerge from behind the moon when you stepped out from the pod. Your gaze immediately went to the beach, to the hunters milling around in the white sand and ducking in and out of the trees for an enemy that was no doubt long gone.
A short distance away, you could see the human in the embrace of a sobbing Kiri. She had swept him up in her arms so that his feet could not touch the floor, to which the boy clung back fiercely.
Around you, the village was abuzz with organised chaos. Hunters carrying torches, combed the beaches, the island forest and the bay upon their skimwings. The fishermen sported extra weapons before venturing out of the reef for the morning catch. Even children lingered in the doorways of their homes, reluctant or unable to sleep with all the noise.
And amongst it all, you stood motionless outside the Olo’eyktan’s home, your fated potentially dying within. Regret sat bitterly on your tongue, it enhanced the stickiness of the blood on your skin, sharpened the sting of sand grinding into your thighs. Your muscles were beginning to ache harshly now, whilst your injuries smarted with every movement, and yet you felt nothing but fear for Neteyam.
>_<
A wall of shadows blocked out the morning sun some time later.
You were curled up and tucked out of sight of the main walkway, behind the Olo’eyktan’s hut, your knees drawn up to your chest and your tail curled around your feet. Mud and blood still obscured the ripple pattern of your stripes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get into the water to clean any of it off. Irrationally, you were convinced that any time spent away from the pod, might be the last precious seconds of Neteyam’s life.
And although you were nothing to him, you still wanted to be close by. Even if all you ever would be was just friends that fell out over something dumb, even if he did not have the time to see you as more, you still wanted to be there. You wanted to be able to look back and know that you had stayed. That you had tried your best with what you had had at the time.
Tsireya stepped forward first, leaving Lo’ak and Aonung exchanging uncertain looks whilst Kiri and the human remained further away.
<”How long have you been here?”> Your friend asked softly. She knelt before you, her expression pinched but kind. You didn’t dare meet her gaze and curled in tighter on yourself. How pathetic you must look. Couldn’t they leave you to grieve in peace? Surely they didn’t expect you to be a supportive pillar after the evening you’d barely survived through.
Aonung was the next to step uncertainly forward, but he did not speak. His movements were slow and obvious, as if he were approaching a cornered animal. With surprising gentleness, a hand fell to your shoulder and squeezed.
It was like someone had brought down a knife hilt on a rock. Your expression split and the tears immediately began slipping down your cheeks. You felt yourself crumble, as your ears folded and you shoved your face into your knees to try and stop them from seeing.
Tsireya made a wounded noise before she was pressing into your side, her arms around you and squeezing tightly. You collapsed against her, no longer the seasoned killer, no longer a protector. Just a kid. A scared little kid that was in desperate need of some reassurance.
<”I, I tri-tried-”> you sobbed against her, fighting to keep your words steady only for your panicked sobs to fuck them up before they could leave your lips. <”I tri-ied so har-hard to, to, to pro-protec-t him-”>
<”I know you did.”> Tsireya hushed you, as Aonung’s hand slid up to your head and began gently combing through your braids. Tsireya began to gently rock you. <”I know you did.”> She promised. <”I know you did everything you could.”>
<”I’m-I’m so-rry-”>
<”You don’t need to be sorry.”>
<”Sorry.”> You repeated anyway as your friends held you together. “<”So sorry. Sorry. Sorry-”>
<”Just try and breath.”> Tsireya soothed, <”you did wonderfully. Spider is all right, and Neteyam is going to be just fine.”>
You didn’t dare contradict her. Not with Lo’ak looking like he was on the verge of tears himself. But there was a very real possibility that Neteyam wouldn’t pull through. People died all the time. What made Neteyam any different from all the other hunters that were killed by those aliens?
<”Children, what are you-”> Tonowari suddenly spoke up, appearing around the corner of the hut, only for his voice to stop in its tracks when his eyes fell on you. <”Oh. Oh Y/n.”> He said softly, softly enough that you suspected he thought you would splinter apart if he spoke too loudly. <”Aonung. Tsireya. Bring them.”>
His children obeyed easily, and you were too shattered to bother fighting it. Hands guided you to your feet, held you tenderly by the wrists and smoothed down your braids as you were guided away from the Olo’eyktan’s hut to your own just down the walkway.
Absently, you noted that Lo’ak did not follow. Although his eyes tracked the three of you, his feet remained rooted in place beside the Olo’eyktan’s hut. Standing guard in your stead, you decided. It eased something in you to know that he would remain whilst you were shepherded away.
Numbness dulled your senses as you were guided down onto a mat. Tsireya’s hands fell away from your body as the clinking of jars sounded from the shelves you kept your salves on. Across from you, Tonowari lowered himself down onto his knees with a grave expression, whereas Aonung hovered at your back, still standing with his hand ghosting against your shoulder, as if expecting you to topple over at a moment’s notice.
You were tired, you realised. Drained and more exhausted than you had ever felt following a training session. And boy, what a training session that adrenaline filled adventure had been. If you weren’t confident in your reflexes before, you were now fully assured that you could hold your own in a fight - given the right incentive.
With care, Tsireya deposited her findings down beside her father, before kneeling beside him in the typical position she would take up when assisting Ronal with her duties.
<”I am capable of patching myself up, you know.”> You croaked, wincing at how tight your throat sounded. The statement sounded weak, even to your own ears.
Tonowari nodded in that infuriatingly neutral way of his that both validated and debunked your claim. <”Perhaps.”> He agreed half-heartedly, taking the water filled sponge that Tsireya passed him with a thankful nod of his head, <”but I would feel better if you allowed us to help you.”>
<”Do you even remember how to bandage a wound, Olo’eyktan?”> You challenged before you could stop yourself, startling a small smile onto his face.
<”It’s Tonowari to you.”> Tonowari repeated for the hundredth time, he paused in the conversation to shuffle closer, carefully taking your chin in one hand whilst the other began wiping away the blood stains clinging to your chin. <”And with children like you,”> he continued, <”I have never fallen out of practice.”>
As if summoned by the rustle of leaf bandages, Ronal chose then to slip into the hut. Her eyes cut rapidly across the scene before her, a nod of approval following her quick assessment as she stepped in further. <”I see you have begun without me.”>
<”You were busy, my Pearl.”> Tonowari returned easily, focusing now on taking your hands in his and getting at the blood drying between your fingers and under your nails.
His mate clicked her tongue, but offered no further comment as she took a slow circle around your back; assessing the damage. <”There are exit wounds.”> She noted aloud, eyes raking over the peppering of bullet holes shot into your legs and torso, <”but due to Eywa’s design they have already begun to clot.”>
Something in you eased at her soft reassurance. Thank the Great Mother for her foresight. Without the thick layer of fat tucked beneath your thick skin, usually intended to insulate you against the freezing temperatures of the deep sea, there was no doubt you would also be in the Olo’eyktan’s hut clinging to life.
The healing session that followed was comforting and familiar. Tonowari finished cleaning off the worst of the blood and mud before beginning to patch you up with Tsireya’s assistance, whilst Ronal rested her swollen feet by reclining back on your hammock, offering pointers if Tsireya forgot a step. Meanwhile, Aonung continued to hover, a ball of anxiety, watching intently as your wounds were treated and covered by layer after layer of soothing green leaves.
<”And you’re all set.”> Tonowari narrated with a proud smile as he secured the last bandage. <”Now, I recommend a full night of rest and plenty of food, and with any luck you’ll be back to being a nuisance in three short weeks.”>
With a roll of your eyes and a huff, you staggered to your feet, much to Tonowari’s annoyance. <”Yep, sounds nice.”> You said dismissively, having already decided you didn’t have time for ‘three short weeks’.
<”Um.”> Tonowari joked good naturedly as you hobbled past. <”What did I just tell you?”> He made no move to stop you.
<”I’m going to rest.”> You assured him, <”I’m just going to do it out here.”>
<”Y/n.”> Tsireya whined softly, sounding close to tears. <”Your body is tired. It needs rest.”>
<”I’ll rest once he’s awake.”>
<”Don’t be so stupid.”> Aonung jumped in, his hand once again taking hold of your elbow. With a growl, you shrugged him off. The younger boy flashed his fangs in response, but refused to back down. <”You’re no use to anyone if you drop dead from exhaustion.”>
<”I’ll literally be sitting-”>
<”Y/n.”> Ronal cut in, her tone enough for your current sentence to die on your tongue.
<”Tsahik?”>
<”In your vision, who held the black shell?”> Her tone was uncomfortably calm, a start contrast to the tense way she held herself. Slowly, you turned back to her, finding the calculated gaze of the Tsahik fixed on you.
<”Neteyam.”> You said with a swallow.
She hummed thoughtfully. <”Perhaps, but earlier, the new Sully boy told me he saw Neteyam pluck the black shell from your hair. Is that true?”> Expression scrunched in confusion, you nodded. Ronal sat up with too much speed for someone as pregnant as her. <”You stupid child! You did not tell me you were the one in possession of the shell in your vision.”>
<”I never actually held it. Neteyam was giving it to me.”> The explanation did little to calm her.
<”How could you leave out something so crucial? It was meant for you. This was supposed to be YOUR dying day, not Neteyam’s!”> She was on her feet now, looking moments away from panic.
Your throat went dry again. <”Well shit.”> You breathed before glancing out of the pod towards the sky. <”Well, eclipse isn’t long over. There’s still time.”>
Aonung’s expression twisted as he lightly pushed at your shoulder. <”Do not joke about that!”>
<”Sorry, sorry.”> You waved him off before continuing out of the hut.
This time, none of them tried to stop you. Ronal’s muffled voice began speaking as you turned the corner, Tonowari was quick to jump in. You blocked them out, unwilling to hear anything else. You’d survived. Neteyam would hopefully pull through. What else was there to discuss?
Stiffly, you hobbled back to the Olo’eyktan’s hut, as the sun slipped fully out from behind the moon, bathing the village in the full force of its light. As you passed the hut, you peered in through the beaded curtain to find Neteyam laid out on his rug, pale and bandaged, his jewellery removed and Neytiri softly combing back his braids. In the weak light, you could make out his laboured breathing, could see the sweat beading on his brow.
Alive; for now. You reassured yourself, before stepping away.
>_<
As eclipse stole all light from the sky, you prayed that the glow of Neteyam’s freckles would not extinguish with the end of the day.
You hadn’t moved in hours. Your muscles were stiff from disuse and your bandages in need of changing. But no one asked you to move.
It wasn’t until the bioluminescence had turned on, that Tonowari found you again. This time, he did not try to coax you away from the hut, and instead sat down beside you. He leant back on his hands, head tipped back to look at the stars as you sat together in companionable silence.
It was quiet enough that between the rhythmic laps of the waves, you could hear hushed voices from within the Olo’eyktan’s hut if you really strained your ears.
<”I can’t sleep yet.”> You said, before he could tell you to rest.
Tonowari laughed softly. <”I was not deluding myself into believing I could convince you.”> He admitted lightly, <”although, it is getting chilly. Would you not feel more comfortable sitting inside, where you can see him? Keep an eye on him.”>
Wordlessly, you shook your head.
Tonowari did not push, his arm slid around your shoulder and gently pulled you into him, allowing some of his warmth to transfer into your cold limbs. <”I understand this is hard for you.”> He soothed, <”but you are handling it remarkably well.”> The gentle praise was almost enough to reduce you to tears again. <”There is no comfort I can offer you, for a pain this deep and personal.”>
<”I don’t need comfort.”> You stubbornly denied, hating the way your voice threatened to shake. <”I just need him to wake up.”>
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Neteyam woke up around noon the next day.
You were passed out against Tonowari’s shoulder after spending a restless night watching the water, when Lo’ak came charging out of the Olo’eyktan’s hut yelling, <”HE’S AWAKE! GUYS HE’S AWAKE!”>
In a scramble of limbs, the other Sully kids - who had also been lingering outside the hut since the end of eclipse - tripped over themselves to get through the doorway. Energised by their eagerness, you followed suit.
Chuckling lightly to himself, Tonowari helped you up, pushing at your lower back when your knees faltered in the doorway. <”Go on.”> He encouraged lightly, pushing again until you finally stepped out of the sunlight and into the low light of his home.
Neteyam was still laid out on a mat, expression pinched as Neytiri kissed his forehead and stroked his braids. <”Mother, I’m fine.”> He kept insisting, unable to keep the laugh out of his voice. She refused to relent.
<”Never, scare me like that again!”> Neytiri threatened between kisses, pulling back to hold her son’s head in her hands, her gaze piercing.
<”I won’t.”> Her eldest promised, and judging by the narrowing of her eyes, she didn’t believe him. She relented regardless, allowing Jake to crowd in close, alongside the rest of the family.
There were lots of tears. With little Tuk crowding in close for a cuddle, whereas Lo’ak tearfully offered jabs about Neteyam being more careful next time. His brother rolled his eyes, calling Lo’ak a skxawg, which just made Lo’ak’s watery grin grow. Kiri watched from the sidelines, her hand in Neteyam’s but otherwise offering no words. After checking his son over, Jake rocked back on his knees, content to hold Neytiri.
<”Wait, where’s Spider?”> Neteyam asked suddenly, to which the boy from before was quick to shuffle forward. Amongst so many blue bodies, he had almost melted entirely into the background during the reunion.
<”I’m glad you’re okay.”> Spider offered with a tight smile.
<”Yeah, me too.”> Neteyam sighed, before another thought struck him. <”Your mask-”>
<”We’ve switched it out.”> Jake jumped in, quick to soothe the sudden anxiety out of Neteyam’s tense body. <”Bob and I took it far away and dropped it in a current. With any luck, the rest of those fuckers are merrily sailing the archipelago.”>
<”That is good.”> Neteyam offered.
<”It will give you a chance to heal up, and for us to move on.”>
Your breath caught painfully in your throat at the same time as several other na’vi in the room. Neteyam and Lo’ak both looked panicked, whereas Kiri looked appalled at having to uproot her life again. Tuk was still cuddled into Neteyam’s side, oblivious to what her father had just implied.
<”Dad,”> Lo’ak spoke up, <“you can’t be serious.”>
<”It isn’t safe for us to stay here.”> Jake pressed. <”We’re putting this clan at risk if we remain. Best to slip away now before more recoms come.”>
<”But we have lives here.”> Lo’ak pressed. <”We have friends.”> He glanced at Tsireya who looked moments away from breaking down in tears. Her ears were lowering as realisation dawned. Lo’ak’s tail began whipping to and fro as he turned back to his parents. <”And you’re just expecting us to uproot all that again.”>
<”Lo’ak-”> Neytiri tried to sooth, but the boy was already on his feet.
<”No. I’m tired of running.”> Lo’ak snapped, and he looked it. They all did. <”They’re never going to stop. Quaritch isn’t going to leave us alone just because we disappeared again. We need to fight back. We need-”>
<”Lo’ak!”> Jake repeated more firmly, cutting his son off mid rant. There was no anger in him this time, no spare energy left to scold him for speaking out of turn. <”As your father, I need to keep you safe. All of you. And I’m sorry, but this is the only way.”> Jake continued, his voice stern and as unmoving as a cliff face. <”As soon as Neteyam is strong enough to mount his ikran and stay on it, we’re going. And that is final.”>
Lo’ak glared right back at him, his tail raised high in silent challenge. But he didn’t bite back this time. Instead, he squeezed Neteyam’s shoulder in far well before turning on his heel and storming from the hut, Tsireya falling into step beside him.
Jake sighed tiredly, deflating a bit. His expression was pinched as he looked from the entrance of the pod, to his remaining children. You could practically see the decision weighing down on his shoulders, how the guilt had sapped his energy as much as his anxiety had.
<”Rest, Jake-Sully.”> Tonowari suddenly spoke up, making himself known for the first time. Amidst all the commotion, he had slipped into the background just like you, a silent observer to the scene. <”You too Neytiri, today has been stressful.”>
<”But-”> Neytiri began only for Tonowari to put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
<”Do not worry, Y/n and myself will be around should Neteyam require anything.”> Uncertain, Neytiri glanced from the Olo’eyktan to you. Your eyes met, to which you nodded once. Neytiri must have seen something she trusted in the gesture, because she relented.
<”Thank you, Olo’eyktan.”>
With that, he coaxed the pair outside, leaving Neteyam with Tuk still cuddled under his arm and Spider and Kiri fussing over him. You watched them for a moment, your heart suddenly aching with the slowly dawning realisation that this sight now had a time limit. For however long it took Neteyam to heal, there would be an imposing countdown in the background, ticking closer and closer to their departure.
You swallowed with a dry click of your throat. To think, a day or so ago, you’d almost figured it out. There might have been a chance at salvaging your relationship with Neteyam, but now? Was there even a point?
<”Um, Y/n?”> Kiri said aloud, startling you out of your thoughts. <”Oh good, I thought you’d fallen asleep with your eyes open or something.”> Despite yourself, a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
Pulling yourself off of the wall, you shifted further into the room, feeling out of place in an environment you often frequented. <”Do you need me to get you anything?”> You asked carefully, eyes finally meeting Neteyam’s and finding him looking back. The expression he wore startled you into silence.
There was pain there, hidden deep in those golden depths. But also a relief. A pride. Strangely, you saw no fear, despite everything he’d watched you do. Despite how he’d watch you tear apart na’vi twice your size and enjoy it.
<”Get over here.”> Neteyam ordered, wincing as he waved you closer. You hesitated, glancing from his bandaged injury to his pleading look.
<”I don’t want to hurt you.”>
<”Don’t care. I want to hold you. Now, get down here.”>
<”Why?”> You asked stupidly, hyper aware of the other three glancing between the two of you uncertainly.
Neteyam frowned, looking at you now as if you were being stupid on purpose. <”Because you scared me half to death tackling trained soldiers, got shot several times, and then carried me across half a beach like I weighed nothing. The least I can do, is give you a hug in thanks.”>
At Neteyam’s nonchalant confession, Kiri glanced at you with newfound respect clear in her expression.
You ignored her, <”you don’t need to thank me for that.”> You said truthfully, to which Neteyam nodded. And deep down, you knew he understood what you meant. That he knew you would have played far dirtier, would have fought harder if it would have saved him.
<”Maybe not.”> He agreed, <”but I would like to.”>
Again, he extended his arm, inviting you to fall into it. With every heartbeat that passed, you were finding it harder and harder to resist. Your expression must have crumbled, because Kiri finally lost her patience and gave you a firm shove.
Once you were moving, you couldn’t stop. With your own bandaged wounds pulling from the sudden movement, you dropped down on your knees at Neteyam’s side, before carefully enveloping him in a tight hug. The arm not cuddling Tuk curled tightly around your shoulders, pressing you impossibly tight to him. He was a warm, solid weight within your arms, and that in itself was more reassuring than periodic glances through the gap in the curtains.
Neteyam’s arm was a steady pressure across your back, firm and comforting, even more so when his hand shifted to gently cup the back of your neck, applying lovely pressure. For the first time since the guns had gone off, you found yourself breathing easier.
<”There you go.”> Neteyam coaxed softly as you melted further into his side, most of your body lying beside him on the mat instead of on top.
Someone chuckled quietly, before getting elbowed. <”The hell was that for Kiri!”> Spider whisper shouted, earning himself another hard knock.
<”Do not ruin this.”> Kiri whispered back, barely quieter than her brother. <”You have no <i>idea</i> how painful the last few weeks have been because of these two.”>
<”I just thought the purring was a cute touch!”> Spider hissed back, to which you abruptly realised you had in fact begun to purr now that you were finally in Neteyam’s arms. Strangely, it was a struggle to muffle it with how relaxed your body had become.
<”Look what you did!”> Kiri growled.
<”You know we can hear you,”> Neteyam cut in smoothly, <”right?”>
Neither of them replied.
Neteyam continued to periodically squeeze you, applying alternating pressures until you calmed, falling limp and compliant again. Perhaps later you would regret acting so openly affectionate, but for now, held securely in your fated’s arms, you couldn’t care less.
Surprisingly, it was Kiri who cracked first. <”Well, whilst you two are doing, um, that I’m going to go and speak with Dad.”> There was some rustling, which you assumed was her getting up. <”I’m going to try and talk him out of moving.”>
Neteyam grimaced. <”Good luck with that. He seemed pretty set.”>
She chuckled dryly. <”Well, we’ve all got to try. You just stall getting better to get me enough time to work on him.”> The way she said it implied that Jake was vulnerable to her charm. <”Tuk, I need your puppy eyes.”>
<”Aye aye captain.”> Tuk grinned, giving Neteyam one last parting squeeze before hopping up. In her absence, Neteyam wound his other arm around your back, letting out a soft sigh.
<”Do you think they’ll manage it?”> Spider asked as the two ducked out of the Olo’eyktan’s hut.
<”We can only hope.”> Neteyam said sadly, <”best keep an eye on them.”>
Taking the hint, Spider hid a little knowing smile before getting up and following.
It was quiet in the hut without the three of them, almost peaceful with the rhythmic lul of the waves and the distant chatter of the clan all around.
<”Thank you.”> Neteyam repeated again, a soft purr starting up in the back of his throat.
<”You don’t need to thank me-”>
<”No, listen. Please?”> He insisted, tail thumping lightly against the mat. You went still, giving him a large enough opening to say his piece. He took it. <”You didn’t have to protect Spider, he was my responsibility, but you did. You protected both of us, even though you were mad at me, and you didn’t have any reason to put yourself in that kind of danger on my behalf. So thank you, you’re incredible.”>
Something large and uncomfortable blocked your airways as the full force of his words hit you. How there was nothing but gratitude in his tone. A soft sort of awe that left you reeling.
<”Thank you for waking up.”> You said stupidly, for lack of anything better to offer. <”Now we’re even.”>
<”Almost.”> Neteyam agreed, his arms slackening slightly. <”Could you pass me my jewellery please? The whole bundle?”> He lifted one of his hands off your back to motion to the pile in question.
Nose scrunched in confusion you complied. With care, you scooted off of him to retrieve the bundle and offer it to him. Neteyam took it out of your hands with a soft hum, his fingers carefully carding through the pieces until he unearthed the token from before.
The soft pink of the shells looked gorgeous in this light, despite the flecks of blood that had dirtied them. Neteyam made a face at the sight of the mess, to which you wordlessly retrieved a bowl of water from beside the rest of Ronal’s healing supplies.
<”Thank you.”> He said again as if he hadn’t already thanked you at least three times in the last few minutes. With care, he took a moment to lightly dip the necklace into the water, before gently rubbing the blood out of the woven knots. The angle was a bit hard on his shoulder, but he worked well enough with one hand.
<”What I was trying to say before,”> Neteyam said, <”before everything went sideways, was that I want to be more than friends. I want to get to know you with the intention of fulfilling what these shells suggest.”>
<”I see.”>
<”And,”> Neteyam continued, <”that if you hadn’t overheard Lo’ak and gotten the wrong idea, that I would have gladly accepted your courting gift if you had presented it to me.”>
<”You would?”>
<”Of course I would have.”> He promised, glancing away from his task to smile warmly at you.
It was only because you had already been looking at him that you’d noticed a shell caught in one of his braids, previously obscured by his head. Thankfully, this one was not black, or grey, it was not blue or green. It wasn’t even white.
It was small. Clearly a suggestion by the Great Mother. There was hardly any pigment to it, and in the wrong light, you would have certainly mistaken it for white. You didn’t need Ronal to tell you to know that it represented new love, or at least some form of blossoming adoration. It was no longer a sign for the fated, but a symbol of what Eywa predicted would one day come to pass.
The thought unclenched something in you, allowing you to return to the present quickly enough to accept Neteyam’s courting gift as he handed it to you. <”Thank you.”> You offered, carefully lifting the gorgeously woven piece to your neck and securing it in place.
Neteyam smiled. <”It looks good on you.”>
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LOVE IN TRANSLATION (2023, THAILAND)
Episode 6
Okay Yang (PITTAYA SAECHUA aka DAOU) and Phumjai (KANTAPON JINDATAWEEPHOL aka OFFROAD) now there will definitely be restocking required. But do you thing boys. I ain't mad at ya.
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Part 3
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adored, pt. 3
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synopsis: reader and bruce continue spending time together, but a tragedy in gotham city seems to change his mind about whether this can work
warnings: bruce wayne (battinson) x reader, no explicit description of sex, one use of “fuck”
a/n: final part of this story, i was hoping to incorporate this idea that bruce is concerned about the safety of being with him, he knows his role as the batman is dangerous and anyone in association with him is in danger too, maybe he wouldn’t actually think this way but i always thought he’d be concerned about getting too close to people, again maybe that’s ooc but that’s just where my mind went, i was inspired this time by the song i won’t let you go by snow patrol (yes from the divergent soundtrack) so here’s the playlist link again if you’d like, as always sorry about the typos that are probably here
thanks by the way for the likes on the first two parts! i didn’t even think anyone would read these let alone like them so i appreciate it :) i’m working on a few other stories that are also bruce wayne/batman x reader so i’m excited to get those out, i’m hoping that over time and with more practice i’ll get better at writing, so i guess just bear with me as i work on it!
edit: link to part 2 and part 1
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you finally make your way out of bruce’s bed in the morning. you find your way out of the twisted sheets and step into the cold hardwood floor. bruce isn’t there, he must already be awake. you rub your eyes as you try to adjust to the sunlight creeping through the gap in the almost closed curtains. bruce walks in, holding two mugs of what you’re hoping is hot coffee. he hands you one and sits next to you on the bed. the two of you stay there for a while, sipping your coffee, silent, just like the last time you met.
“how are you feeling?” he asks. you think he’s still concerned about last night, about the paparazzi.
“i’m good. very good” you smile and rest your head on his shoulder.
“me too” he says softly, as he wraps his arm around you.
the rest of the day is spent with the two of you laying in bed, talking, kissing, him falling asleep multiple times. he seems exhausted, so you let him sleep, then he wakes up and pretend-scolds you for letting him drift off again. it’s a perfect day, with just each other.
sunset comes around and you almost ask if you can stay another night. before you get the chance though, bruce comes up to you and hands you a set of new pajamas and some other clothes. he says he asked his butler to go out and buy you some extra things to wear.
“thank you, you didn’t need to do this.”
“you only have your outfit from last night.”
“i could’ve gone home.”
“i didn’t want you to.”
this night is spent similarly to last, with the two of you spending it under covers, together. you think to yourself that you don’t want this weekend to ever end. you want to always stay, right here, with him.
the next morning though, bruce’s mood has shifted. you wake up alone again, but this time you’re not met with a cup of coffee. you’re not met with a good morning, a smile, nothing. you change into one of the outfits bruce gave you and find him downstairs in the living room, reading through some folder. he quickly closes it when he notices you and it sets it down on the table he’s standing next to.
you look at the television on the wall that’s playing the news, and see an anchor talking in a concerned tone.
“last night, on the edge of town, blue ridge factory suffered a sudden explosion. eleven are dead and 19 more are injured, including 3 currently in intensive care. law enforcement are still unsure about the cause of the explosion, and though they suspect it was accidental, they are not ruling out foul play.”
“oh my god,” you say in shock. “that’s so horrible.”
bruce walks towards you slowly, keeping his eyes on the television.
“what happened, do you think? do you think it really was an accident?” you ask him. you can feel a lump in your throat. all those poor people, their families.
“i don’t know.” he quietly replies.
“it’s just so sad. maybe the batman can help them with the investigation. he helped with the riddler.”
bruce just continues staring at the television.
“yeah. maybe.” he says flatly.
he walks out of the room, taking the folder from the table with him.
you’re still horrified at what happened at the factory, but you’re now also confused at bruce’s reaction to it. maybe he’s just more upset about it than you thought. you stay there, watching the news, and a few minutes later bruce comes back, no folder in hand.
“alfred can take you back home today whenever you want.” he says flatly.
you turn to him, surprised at the sudden change in mood.
“oh.. okay.”
“something just came up that i need to take care of.”
“alright.”
you get up from the couch and head towards the door. figuring that what he really means is that you should go, now. bruce’s butler has packed up your things and is coming down the stairs with it now. you pause for a moment at the door, then turn back to look at bruce.
“i had a good time this weekend. thank you.”
bruce slowly walks towards you, then gently puts his hand on your face.
“i did too.” and he kisses you. you can’t help but sense a sadness in his eyes as he says goodbye. you walk out the door, get into the car, and drive away. all the while hoping, praying, begging, that this goodbye is the last.
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it’s been five days. no word from bruce. you’ve woken up every day hoping that this wasn’t it, that you wouldn’t become just an every-two-week hookup.
you’re sitting there at your desk, at your same job, waiting, like everyday, for 5pm to come so you can leave. you of course haven’t gone back to the bar. in fact you haven’t gone much of anywhere besides work. you just don’t see the point.
you look at the clock and see 4:59 blinking at you. as you start to gather your things, you hear the door swing open. you sigh, ready to put on a happy face for this annoying person who decided to walk in right as you’re closing. you look up from your bag though, and it’s bruce.
you’re shocked. what was he doing here?
“hi,” he says quietly.
“hi,” your reply.
“i need to speak with you” he looks concerned.
fuck. this is it.
“okay, do you want to talk here?”
“we can go back to my place.”
“okay.”
you get up from your desk and follow him outside to his car. luckily, no one’s there with cameras so you don’t have to worry about being in the news again.
after a minute of riding, bruce reaches over and puts your hand in his, silently. you hold his back and he squeezes slightly, and you feel butterflies in your stomach.
when you get back to his home, you’re appalled to see vans and a crowd of people waiting outside the gate.
“oh my god,” you say as you stare out the window at them. “what are they doing here?”
bruce seems just as confused as he looks at them too.
“someone must have seen me leave with you at work,” you start thinking out loud. “and they all decided to come here and wait for us to come.”
bruce just stays silent, clearly angry that they’ve come to his home.
you pull into the long driveway and the two of you do your best to get inside as quick as possible. you sit in the same living room as you did before, and you wait to see if bruce is going to tell you what he needed to talk to you about. he just comes and sits down next to you.
“so… what did you want to talk about?” you ask, trying to approach this delicately in case it’s going to turn into a sensitive conversation.
“it’s about this. about us.”
you wait for it, for the end.
“i don’t think it’s a good idea.”
you just sit there for a moment. you knew it was coming, but it doesn’t take away from the sting of hearing him say it out loud.
“is it because of the press?”
“partially but… no it’s just… not…”
he stutters over his words.
“what is it? is it me?”
“no… it’s…”
“then what bruce? if you’re going to cut this off then i at least deserve to know why.”
he sighs and gets up from the couch. you sit there still, looking up at him, waiting for an answer.
“i’m not safe.”
…what? what does he mean he’s not safe?
“being with me, is not safe. the paparazzi, the press, all of that can be handled. it’s the others who are the issue… i have a lot of enemies being me, having this,” he gestures around him. “and a lot of those enemies take their hatred into their own hands. i can only do so much to protect you from it. you’re not safe with me.” his voice trails off with sadness as you just look at him.
that seems a bit dramatic to you. sure he’s had issues with people before, threats and the like, but he’s always been okay. why is he now starting to get worried?
“i’m not afraid of all that. i’ll be okay.”
“i can’t guarantee that. and i can’t knowingly put you in harms way. the one thing those people know how to do is hurt, and if they see us, then they’ll try to use you against me. and i can’t allow that to happen to you.” his voice starts to rise a bit and you can tell he’s getting more and more upset.
“bruce…”
“i’m sorry.”
he looks at you with tears in his eyes and you stand up to comfort him, but he swiftly walks out of the room, leaving you to contemplate everything he just said. his butler slowly approaches you and asks if you’d like a ride home. all you do is nod as he takes you out the back door to the garage where you can leave without being seen by the hoard out front.
you cry the whole drive home. you cry over bruce, over losing him, over what he said to you. when you stop at your apartment, alfred looks in the mirror at you.
“i’m sorry about this. bruce is… well, he has some trouble letting people in. and when he does, he tries to do everything he can to not lose them. even if that means pushing them away.”
you look back at him, wondering if that’s really true.
“thank you for the ride, sir.”
“anytime.” he smiles sadly at you and you leave the car and head up to your apartment. crying in here has become an all too common practice for you. you lay in bed, tears flowing, and you eventually cry yourself to sleep.
…
it’s day six since you had that talk with bruce. day six of trying to forget him. but when he’s the richest, most famous man in the city, it becomes quite difficult to avoid reminders.
as you sit in your living room, drinking a glass of wine, in and out of crying fits, you suddenly get the urge to snap out of this self-pity and get dressed up. something about putting on a nice outfit makes you feel better, even if there’s no where to go and no one to see.
but once you get the outfit on, you get a weird feeling. you don’t know why, but something’s telling you to go the bar. maybe you need to go once by yourself to get some closure. maybe you want to listen to the music. maybe you just want a stronger drink. but for whatever reason, you leave your apartment and get a taxi there.
it’s pretty crowded tonight, your usual table is taken by a young couple. you sit at a different spot across the room, giving you a clearer view of the door. you try not to look at it as you sip your drink, but every time the door swings open, you can’t help but glance over to see who it is. it’s never him. hours go by. couples have come and gone. the band has switched to a more quiet setlist. you’re on your third drink. and you miss him. by god, do you miss him. you miss dancing. you miss his bed. you miss his rare smiles. you start to feel the tears again as you see the door open out of the corner of your eye. surely another person has left, leaving you in a near-empty bar. but you look over and you see him. he stands there for a moment, and you just look at each other.
without thinking you stand up, walk over to him, and kiss him. he holds you tightly and you fall into him, letting his embrace overwhelm you. you finally pull away from each other and you notice the camera flashes outside through the windows. you look up at him and he smiles.
“we can handle them.” he says.
“yes, we can.”
“we can handle whatever anyone throws at us.”
“yes, we can.”
he starts to pull away but you continue holding, willing him to not let you go, not yet.
he puts his arms around you again and holds you tight.
“i’m here. i won’t let you go.”
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Thunder rumbles overhead once more as both Yugi and his Other draw their opening hands.
The two stand on opposite sides of the circles carved into the canyon floor, a mirror of one another.
It should never have come to this.
Yugi goes first and sets a monster face down.
"Partner, I don't want to fight you," the Other protests, even as he summons forth Gazelle, King of Mythical Beasts. As much as it pains him to, he orders the monster to attack Yugi's set monster. On the field, his Gazelle digs its teeth and claws into another King of Mythical Beasts. "The same monster--?!" Other Yugi gasps. He looks down at the cards in his hand and wonders.
Yugi draws for his turn, and again ends with only a single monster set facedown on his field.
Other Yugi draws. His heart pounds in his chest. He activates Polymerization, fusing his Gazelle with Berformet in his hand to form Chimera, the Flying Mythical Beast. He then summons Alpha, the Magnet Warrior. Chimera attacks, sending Yugi's Sangan to the graveyard. Sure enough, that card is in his own hand, too. The Other Yugi hesitates, staring at his Partner's empty field as Yugi adds a monster to his hand for Sangan's effect. Then he takes a deep breath, before ordering the Magnet Warrior to attack directly.
This doesn't make sense.
If they have the same hand, then why didn't Yugi use Monster Reborn? He should have ended his last turn with his own Chimera on the field. That's not a mistake that his Partner would make.
Yugi draws for his turn. "this isn't going to work if we have the same hand," he sighs. He sets a card face down, then plays Card Destruction, demanding both players to discard their hand a draw anew. "there. different hands, different paths, different hearts."
"Partner, why are you acting like this?!" Other Yugi cries. "This isn't you!!"
"of course it is. i'm the reflection of your heart. if your heart is filled with darkness, then so am i."
"No..."
"this is your weakness, other me. you're arrogant. you care too much about your pride, you only want to do things your way. you don't want to face me, so you think i should quit to protect your feelings. you can't save anyone if you're a coward who's afraid to get hurt!"
The cards in the Other's hand shake.
"and you were a king that ruled over people?? what a joke."
"Stop it, Partner!!! I don't want to fight you!!!!"
Yugi looks down at his fresh hand. A sad smile comes to his face, his eyes softening. He takes one card, gazing at it between his fingers. "why is this card in my deck....?"
Other Yugi gasps.
No.
No no no no no.
It can't be.
"oh yeah. i'm a mirror that reflects your heart... your choices..." The field card slot on his DuelDisk slides open, and Yugi places the card inside.
"Don't--!!"
Bright, teal light engulfs him. The Seal of Orichalcos spreads out across the field, trapping both Duelists.
Yugi's eyes turn red as he narrows them at his opponent.
"let's finish this, nameless pharaoh."
Yugi activates his set card, Monster Reborn. Dark Magician girl, discarded by Card Destruction, appears on the field. Like Yugi's, her eyes glow red as she stares down the Other. Yugi summons Obnoxious Celtic Guardian beside her. With the Orichalcos boosting their attack, they're more than enough to destroy the Other's monsters, bringing his lifepoints down to 3100.
Berformet returns to the field from Chimera's effect, and the Other draws for his turn.
He wants to scream. But he summons Big Shield Gardna in defense mode instead.
Yugi summons Queen's knight, then plays Magic Formula to raise Dark Magician Girl's attack. The Other's defenses are useless again, easily destroyed for Celtic Guardian to attack directly.
Now, Other Yugi screams.
"what's wrong, other me?" the way the words drip off Yugi's tongue turn the Other's stomach.
"Partner, stop--"
"no way. i'm just getting started. you wouldn't stop now, would you?"
The Other grits his teeth. It's his turn again.
He doesn't want to do this.
He sets one card face down and summons Giant Soldier of Stone in defense, then plays Swords of Revealing Light. He can stop Yugi's attacks for three turns. He can buy himself time to find another way out of this Duel.
But Yugi chuckles, and the sound chills the Other to his core.
"that's really cute, but i think you know this next one."
Yugi sacrifices Celtic Guardian to summon Catapult Turtle, and the Other watches in horror. He knows this tactic. It's the exact same move that he used against Raphael. The move that he had pridefully destroyed himself with.
"Don't do this. You don't have to do this!! Dont throw you monsters away, Partner, you're better than this! You're better than me!!"
Yugi smirks. "so you admit it then? you admit that you're evil? that you threw away everything you said you loved?" He sacrifies Queen's Knight to Catapult Turtle's effect, launching her past the Swords and into the Other's lifepoints, bringing them down to only 200.
The Other Yugi trembles. Is this what he looked like when he fought Raphael? That wicked, cruel look on Yugi's face now? Is this how all of his enemies have felt, staring down their final moments in his attacks?
"Partner, please!! I can't lose this, or-- Or everyone! Everyone will lose! Doma will kill everyone!"
"oh, now you care about other people?"
Yugi orders Dark Magician girl into the Catapult for his final direct attack.
The Other's heart breaks.
He doesn't want to do this.
He doesn't want to win if it means killing his beloved Partner.
He doesn't have a choice, though.
With a scream of frustration, the Pharaoh flips over his set card: Divine Wind. At the very last second, Yugi's attack is reflected, sent back at him twice as strong.
Yugi's eyes widen. Then soften.
A smile finds its way across his lips as the attack hits, and his own lifepoints drop to 0.
"you won after all, other me," he says as he falls to his knees. "i'm glad...."
The Other Yugi races across the field to scoop the fallen Yugi in his arms. Tears stream freely from his eyes now as he holds his other half close against his chest. Wasn't he just a hollow ghost before? He holds him closer.
"I'm sorry," he sobs. "Partner, I'm sorry."
"why? you passed the test, other me," Yugi says weakly as the Seal fades from his forehead, and the one that surrounds them closes in. "you beat me, even though it hurt you. you put saving the world before your own feelings. you won."
"What now though, Partner? What am I supposed to do now?!"
"keep going." The Seal grows tighter. As the light leaves his violet eyes Yugi utters three last words. "i love you."
The Other chokes. "Yugi--" He hugs his lifeless Partner close as he cries. "Yugi--"
"Yugi--"
Wait.
That's not him calling his Partner's name--
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"Yugi!! Yugi, wake up!!"
The Other Yugi groans. His eyes open slowly, only for him to wince against the blinding light above.
"Oh thank god, you're alive!!!" Téa cries.
He sits up to find her kneeling beside him. Surrounding them both are pieces of jagged and twisted metal, not far away lie the larger remnants of the mangled train where he'd dueled Weevil.
"Was that... A dream...?" he wonders aloud as he rubs his head. Every muscle in his body aches and screams. Then he gasps. "Téa! You're bleeding!"
"Huh?! Oh!" Téa looks down at herself, her torn shorts, and shakes her head. "It's just some scrapes and bruises, I'm fine! It could've been a lot worse...." She trails off as she looks toward the wreckage. "Are you okay though?!"
The Other Yugi draws his legs to sit cross-legged in the sand as he blinks a few times, takes stock of his situation, and remembers Yugi.
Was that really just a dream?
It felt so real.
He can still feel Yugi, limp in his arms, and his stomach twists.
Far above the chasm where the two recover, Raphael frowns. So, the Pharaoh did survive.
He'll have to change that.
#ooc#plot#part 3 of 3#arc: what the doma?!#ohhhh my god I'm SORRY this took me so so so much longer than I wanted it to#it's kind of rushed and not as good as the other parts bc I had to go to work#I will never make you guys read an entire duel turn for turn again I promise#but this one is important#and also short
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The Siren's Song
4,231 words | Sanji x Zoro | T | Part 3 of 3
Summary: The Straw Hats capture a siren after it attacks them for killing his mate. Sanji, named thusly by the moronic duo Usopp and Luffy, proves himself to be interesting company, and Zoro can't help but be fascinated by the creature, slowly but surely, falling under its spell.
AO3: Chandlure
AO3: Story Link
Part One Part Two
Zoro could feel the weight of someone's gaze on him, a faint tingling on his skin alerting him to their presence. With a scratch at the back of his neck, he acknowledged their watchful eye but didn't bother to open his own as he already knew who it was.
While he napped on deck, Sanji would keep a close eye on him, his face half submerged in the cool water of the aquarium. This odd practice began shortly after his imprisonment and was initially off-putting, but Zoro grew accustomed to it over time.
“Gah, you got me!” "A dramatic cry of defeat escaped Usopp's lips as he collapsed to the floor, his hand clutching at his chest in a mock wound. Sanji's mischievous grin only widened as he sprayed more water at the prone sniper, causing him to squeal and shake the droplets from his hair.
"Alright, alright, I give up!" Usopp surrendered, finally sitting up and squatting by the hatch. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Sanji, who eagerly took it with a mischievous glint in his eye. Zoro strained to see what it was but could only catch a glimpse of Sanji's siren-like form, eagerly devouring whatever treat Usopp had given him. He’d been experimenting with meat cookies, but only Sanji and Luffy were brave enough to eat them.
“He seems to have relaxed around him,” Brook commented, sitting beside Zoro.
Usopp was sitting cross-legged by the hatch, flipping through a book and pointing out different images to a curious Sanji. The blonde leaned against the floor, his chin resting on folded arms as he listened intently to Usopp's explanations before eagerly turning the page. Occasionally, Sanji would point to a particular section of the book, prompting Usopp to elaborate further. "He was like that with you, too," Zoro said in response to Brook's observation, his gaze flickering between the two.
Brook leaned his bony frame against the mast, peering down at Zoro with his unblinking gaze. The swordsman could feel the weight of his stare, and he reluctantly rolled his head to meet Brook's eyes. Something about the skeleton's expression made Zoro pause, sensing more to come. "You seem distracted lately," Brook finally spoke up, his voice taking on a somber tone. Zoro raised an eyebrow, silently urging Brook to continue. “We think the siren may be affecting you.”
Zoro scoffed at that, “You think some curly-browed fish has me under their thrall? I’m not Luffy or Usopp.”
A small chuckle escaped Brook, "No, you are definitely not." His bony fingers tapped against his thigh as he considered Zoro's words.
“I won’t allow it to sink Sunny or kill the crew. Does that sound like something someone under a thrall would say?” Zoro asked him, amusement in his tone.
Brook bowed his head, “You’ve always had our best interests at heart.”
“Vessel to port!” Franky's voice boomed through the air, startling Zoro and Brook out of their conversation. They leapt to their feet and rushed over to meet the others in the middle of the deck by Usopp and Sanji.
Usopp's keen eyes spotted the ship approaching in the distance, its sails billowing with determination. “I can't make out their flag from here, but they're gaining on us quickly,” he reported, his hand gripping his eyeglass tightly.” It wasn’t long, however, before Usopp confirmed it seemed to be a brig of sorts. “Maybe merchants? Doesn’t look like a pirate or marine ship.”
Nami's eyes lit up with excitement as she exclaimed, "They'll surely have everything we need! There's no need to spend our hard-earned money in the next port!"
Usopp's brows furrowed at her statement; he didn't like stealing from other ships if they could avoid it. Unfortunately, their supplies were running low, and Nami had predicted it would be another week before they reached land. Reluctantly, he admitted, "We've run out of a lot of basics, and Nami said this morning that it’ll be at least another week until we hit land.” He admitted reluctantly. They could survive on what they had but really only had enough meat, coffee, tea, and grog for another day or two. The ship would be unbearable once those were gone.
Zoro turned to Luffy and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Without hesitation, Luffy declared, "Meat!" And so, the Straw Hats found themselves boarding a merchant ship in search of sustenance. The salty sea air filled their nostrils as they made their way onto the deck, ready to barter or fight for the nourishment that would get them through the last leg of their trip without killing each other.
~o0o~
The Straw Hats were met with unexpected resistance as they attempted to board the ship. The merchant vessel crew put up a fierce fight, surprising in its ferocity. But the Straw Hats, strong and agile, easily overpowered them and took control of the ship. With the defeated crew now locked away in the brig, the Straw Hats made an unexpected discovery - among them was someone they did not expect to find.
“Jaggy? What are you doing on a merchant ship? Where is your crew?” Luffy asked, confusion evident in his tone.
"Mind your damn business, Stupid Monkey," Kidd snarled back at him.
Having come out of a storage closet with several bags of rice and about to return to the Sunny, Usopp stopped to look over his shoulder. “Didn’t the Red-Haired Pirates destroy your ship?” Usopp's words cut like sharpened knives, slicing through the air with a sharpness that made Kidd flinch. “You’re lucky even to be alive.”
Kidd’s red hair, usually styled in a proud and towering fashion, now hung over his face in disarray, and he pushed the strands from his eyes. "Don't try to twist the truth," he snarled at Usopp, hands clenched into tight fists. "You know damn well what happened to my ship."
“Right, it was the giants under Shanks’ control, my bad. I should have been more specific," he taunted over his shoulder, goading Kidd further. The pirate captain lunged at him, but Usopp was too quick, darting out of reach with a smirk. With a quick jump, he was back on the Sunny and able to dodge the attack with ease.
Luffy's blood boiled with excitement as he watched the tense exchange between Kidd and Usopp, eager for a good fight. When Kidd's wild swing missed its mark, Luffy couldn’t resist teasing him a bit.“Jaggy, what’s with all the swinging and missing?” Luffy taunted, his grin widening as he moved to deliver his own punch.
Kidd narrowed his eyes and charged toward Luffy, his metallic arm crackling with energy. In his haste, he failed to notice that Luffy had extended his leg. Just as he lunged forward, his foot caught Luffy’s, sending him hurtling forward in a spectacular displacement of ungraceful piratical acrobatics off the merchant ship and onto the Sunny.
"Kidd, look out!" Luffy's warning came too late as the siren lunged forward, jaws snapping shut around Kidd's flailing form. With one powerful pull, Sanji dragged Kidd beneath the water's surface, the crunching of bones, a spray of blood, and bubbles marking their descent. A glance down the hatch revealed the gruesome aftermath, the once pristine water now stained red with Kidd's blood.
~o0o~
Kidd aside, the raiding of the small merchant ship had provided them with enough food to last for several weeks. They carefully selected only what they would need for their journey to the next island, leaving the merchants with a decent amount of their provisions still intact. As a gesture of goodwill, Luffy had Nami leave a nice-sized bag of beri as compensation for their troubles.
After he helped Usopp with the dishes, Zoro emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of grog in hand. He took a deep breath as the cool night air hit his face and allowed himself to relax. He leaned heavily against the taffrail and stared into the vast darkness that seemed to go on forever before him. A splash from the hatch drew his attention to Sanji, who had likely come up after hearing his footsteps on the deck. “Mosshead.”
Zoro groaned and pressed his head to the railing, feeling the rough wood beneath his skin. The siren had bestowed him with yet another ridiculous nickname, one that he had explicitly asked to be spared from. "I told you not to call me that, curly-brow," he grumbled, taking a swig from his bottle of grog before moving to sit beside the hatch. With one arm propped up on his raised knee, he loosely held a bottle of grog in his other hand.
Sanji's blue, sparkling eyes regarded him from below, their depths filled with amusement. He rested his cheek upon a closed fist, his other hand's fingers tapping against the wood in a rhythmic motion. A wide smile adorned his features, revealing a charming dimple on his left cheek and causing Zoro's heart to skip a beat.
“Thank you for dinner.” Sanji's voice was warm and sincere
The swordsman responded with a low, guttural grunt, and his intense gaze remained fixed on Sanji. "Only a monster would find pleasure in taking another's life," he declared firmly.
Sanji raised an eyebrow, contemplating Zoro's words. "You kill," he pointed out calmly.
Zoro's frown deepened, and he shifted uneasily. "That's different," he muttered, unable to meet Sanji's questioning gaze.
Mystified, Sanji cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Why?" he asked earnestly, searching for an explanation from this man who always seemed so sure of himself and his actions.
Zoro's brow furrowed as he considered the question, his eyes shifting to the ground and then back up to meet Sanji's gaze. His lips parted to reply, but he hesitated. How could he possibly explain the complexities of his code and reasons for killing? "I kill for protection," he finally spoke, his voice deep and firm. The weight of those words hung heavily in the air as he took a swig of grog, the fiery liquid burning down his throat. He then pointed the bottle at Sanji, his expression serious. "But you...you kill to consume."
“I to eat,” Sanji said with a shrug. “So, how are we different?” A sly smile crept onto his face, revealing a row of sharp teeth that gave Zoro a chill down his spine. “You're handsome and thirsty for blood…”
Zoro couldn't help but snort at the remark, “And so are you?”
Sanji's grin widened as he met Zoro's gaze, “You think I handsome?” he purred, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. This made Zoro roll his eyes in exasperation, but he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. Of course, Sanji knew he was handsome - it was one of his many infuriating qualities.
In the soft moonlight, Zoro studied Sanji's features - the beautiful golden hair that cascaded across his shoulders, the smooth, light blue skin that seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance, and the powerful muscles rippling beneath. Even his light blue eyes held a spark that reminded Zoro of a clear tropical sea. If he didn’t have the tail of a fish and the claws and teeth to pull flesh from bone, he might have bed him. Zoro took a deep drink from his grog.
Sanji's curious gaze fixed on the glass bottle in Zoro’s hand, his finger pointing towards its contents. "What's that?" he asked, his head tilting inquisitively.
“Grog.” He replied, noting Sanji’s attentive head tilt, “It’s water mixed with alcohol.”
“Al-co-hol.” Clearly, Sanji did not understand what alcohol was.
The man sensed Sanji's lack of understanding and asked, "Have you ever tasted alcohol before?" Sanji shook his head in response, his curiosity piqued by this foreign concept.
With every sip of alcohol he took, a warm, tingling sensation spread through his veins. Perhaps it was the effects of the drink or his ever-present curiosity about Sanji, but Zoro found himself willing to indulge the siren with a taste. A slight smirk played at the corner of his lips as he considered the possibilities. Could fish get drunk?
Zoro leaned in closer, carefully taking Sanji's chin in his hand. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone known for their brute strength. "Open your mouth, curly-brow," he commanded, his voice low and enticing. The siren's expression registered confusion for a brief moment before he obediently complied.
With a gentle hand, Zoro poured the grog into the siren's mouth, watching as Sanji swallowed it down. But instead of delight, he watched with amusement as Sanji first swallowed, then gagged, and finally disappeared under the water. The siren writhed and twisted in discomfort, its open jaw revealing sharp teeth as it tried to rid itself of the unpleasant taste.
Zoro couldn't help but laugh at the reaction. It reminded him of his own first experience with alcohol - how he had despised the burning sensation and bitter flavor. Sanji resurfaced, his expression showing that he had successfully rid himself of the taste.
“So, how do you like it?” Zoro asked with a smile still on his lips.
Sanji grimaced and pointed indignantly at his stomach as if accusing Zoro of trying to poison him. "Bad. It hurts."
Zoro couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction. "True. But if you drink enough, you'll find it makes you feel much better." He took another swig from the bottle, enjoying the warmth that spread through his body. He could feel the siren's eyes watching intently as he drank.
Something about the look he gave made him pause and truly take in the siren's face. He was captivated by the soft, feathery dark lashes that framed a pair of eyes that seemed to reflect the warm glow of the moonlight. The pink hue of his plump lips curved up into a gentle smile, inviting and alluring. Zoro couldn't resist the urge to reach out and run his thumb over their softness, yearning to feel their warmth against his skin.
Sanji's smile widened at his touch, and Zoro couldn't help but return it, his heart fluttering at the sight. His head began to spin, and he felt a sense of intoxication as he leaned down, parting his lips and locking gazes with Sanji's mesmerizing eyes...
He suddenly jolted.
Zoro drew back and frowned. “Stop that,” he growled. There was a hunger in those eyes.
Sanji merely tilted his head questioningly.
With an exasperated huff, Zoro downed the rest of his grog and glared at Sanji with a raised eyebrow. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," he growled menacingly, his voice laced with a hint of danger. "Don't act innocent, you monster."
The realization had hit him like a ton of bricks, sobering him up completely. His face had been dangerously close to the siren's face, their breaths mingling. He had been mere inches from the beast’s sharp teeth and claws. The creature had almost had him at his mercy, and that worried him.
With a heavy sigh, he pulled himself up and kicked the hatch closed before hurrying towards the men's cabin. He collapsed onto his bunk, taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart and push away thoughts of the siren.
Except, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t.
~o0o~
The anticipation on board the ship was palpable as news met them that they would make port tomorrow after what seemed like an eternity. The crew buzzed with excitement, their minds already wandering to all the things they would do and see once they set foot on land. Everyone, that is, except Zoro.
He sat idly, scratching at the irritated skin on his neck while sweat trickled down his back. The relentless heat of the day was almost suffocating, making everything feel sticky and uncomfortable. But there was more than just physical discomfort bothering him.
Since that drunken night, his sleep had been restless as he dreamed of the sea and Sanji.
He wiped his sweat-soaked brow and laid his emerald robe against the railing of the stairs. He longed to explore the bustling streets and visit the local bars and blacksmiths. A welcome escape from the frustrations that had built up over the last month. He craved the feeling of numbness that only a good amount of alcohol could provide, enough to drown out his desires for a creature that was half man, half fish, and all vengeance.
But a part of him didn't want to ever reach port. For with each passing day, he grew more attached to Sanji, their captive siren. They couldn't keep him forever, and despite joking about it, he would never allow the crew to sell him. The alternative—killing him—was out of the question. It seemed they would have no choice but to eventually let him go, and that thought weighed heavily on his heart.
The pull towards the siren had initially been subtle, a mere curiosity that gradually evolved into a deep fascination. Sanji's presence was like a breath of fresh air; his innocence and humor were a welcome change from the chaos of Zoro's world. And there was no denying his physical appeal - the sharp lines of his face, the glint in his eye, the way his voice seemed to wrap around Zoro like a warm embrace.
He had increasingly become aware of being drawn to the siren. At first it had been curiosity, but then he had come to enjoy his company. Sanji was different; he was innocent, he made him laugh, and he was handsome. He couldn’t deny his attraction.
But as Zoro felt himself falling deeper under Sanji's spell, he couldn't help but question his feelings. Was this truly what he wanted? Or was he being manipulated by a seductive monster who enticed unsuspecting sailors into their doom?
The thought that this attraction might result from Sanji’s manipulation terrified him. If that were true, it meant he couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what was not. He couldn’t trust his own thoughts, and it left him confused and unsure.
Either way, Brook had been right; Sanji was affecting him.
As the morning light filtered through the ship's windows, he made a conscious decision not to feed Sanji himself. The closer he was to the siren, the stronger his attraction grew, and it became harder to resist. He couldn't shake off the memory of their previous evening when his hand had brushed against Sanji's lips as he fed him. A spark of desire had ignited within him, and he had to pull away before it consumed him.
His gaze had lingered on Sanji, taking in every detail of his alluring appearance. Water droplets glistened on his chin, slowly trickling down his soft neck. His thoughts drifted to tracing that same path with his fingers and feeling the warmth of Sanji's skin beneath them. He quickly shook off these thoughts, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
He forced himself to look down at his hands and broke himself from the memory, gripping the taffrail so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He couldn't let anyone see how much the siren affected him. His eyes scanned those on deck, lingering on Usopp and Luffy, who were standing closest to Sanji. Neither of them seemed affected by the siren.
His gaze started to drift towards the hatch…
He jolted back to attention as Franky approached with a glass of ice water. "Chopper said we need to stay hydrated. It's not safe to be dehydrated today."
"Thanks," he replied gratefully, accepting the refreshing drink. As the cool liquid traveled down his throat, he could feel it washing away some of his worries and confusion.
He eagerly took the glass and gulped down the cool liquid. But on his second mouthful, he suddenly choked, coughing and sputtering as the water went down the wrong way. His throat burned, and he gasped for air, feeling embarrassed and annoyed at his clumsiness. But nothing he did was working, and he fell to the deck gasping.
Upon seeing Zoro's distress, Usopp sprang into action and rushed to his aid.
The crew was in chaos, wholly distracted by Zoro's sudden collapse, which gave the perfect opportunity for the siren to make its move. With a single swift motion, it burst out of its tank, causing an explosion of wood and water that knocked out Nami, who had been standing nearby. Without hesitation, the siren rolled across the deck and tackled Zoro, sending them both plummeting overboard into the ocean's dark depths.
Luffy's voice pierced through the chaos as he shouted a warning to his crewmate before Zoro disappeared beneath the surface with a resounding splash. The chilling cold of the water enveloped him as he frantically searched for his friend's flailing form.
Without warning, the siren's icy grip pulled Zoro into the merciless depths of the sea. Panic seized him as he struggled against the beast's claws, his lungs burning for a breath of air.
The creature savagely tore at his neck, determined to keep its prey from escaping. The cruel sea was the siren's domain, and it seemed determined to claim its victim. Zoro's muscles burned with exertion as he desperately tried to break free, his lungs screaming for relief from the icy water.
Just when he thought he couldn't hold on any longer, he summoned every last shred of energy and delivered a powerful kick to the siren's gut. With an agonized screech, it released him, tearing away his shirt in the process.
Barely able to see through his stinging eyes and gasping for air, Zoro propelled himself toward the surface. Every second felt like an eternity as he fought against the pull of the water, and he was already weak. The need to breathe became too intense. His strokes slowed until they stilled, and he finally gave in to the involuntary need to fill his lungs.
As the icy water engulfed him, a final bitter thought filled his mind: the creature had finally exacted its revenge. As he sank deeper into the sea he so loved, every part of him resigned to his watery grave.
He waited for the darkness to claim him.
Except that didn’t happen. That moment never came.
His eyes flew open in disbelief as he realized he was still alive, somehow breathing in the suffocating depths. His trembling hand immediately went to his neck where he felt a strange fluttering sensation as he drew breath. For a moment, he was frozen in shock. He had been submerged under the vast ocean, yet inexplicably, he was still alive.
The murky water stirred beside him, causing him to whirl around instinctively, ready to defend himself against any potential threat. His muscles tensed, and his fists clenched, prepared for another battle with the siren.
But to his surprise, Sanji was not attacking him. The siren floated nearby, its ethereal form barely moving except for the occasional graceful flick of its silvery blue tail. His hair swayed gently in the current, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors in the sunlight filtering through the water. Despite its previous menacing appearance, the siren seemed almost peaceful now, as if it had no intention of causing harm.
Sanji’s sharp eyes followed his every move. His head was slightly tilted, indicating alertness.
His eyes were observing him—the tilted head indicating attentiveness.
Confusion clouded his mind. He could still vividly recall the ease with which the creature had escaped its tank and dragged him into the depths of the sea. It was evident that Sanji had the ability to leave at any moment, which meant he was never honestly held captive. Yet, he had chosen to stay on board the ship. But why?
A sinking feeling settled in his gut as he tried to make sense of everything.
"When you kill a siren, another will take its place. It is just as the boy said." Memories flooded back to his first encounter with Sanji. He remembered the warnings about killing sirens and how another would take its place. Had he unwittingly caused all of this chaos?
The siren approached as the horrified pirate realized his fate.
Webbed hands, smooth and slick like a seal's, tenderly cupped his cheeks. The large blue eyes peering into his soul seemed to drink him in, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. A rubbery thumb brushed over his lower lip, sending shivers down his spine as Sanji tilted his head to get a better look at him. Zoro's heart pounded in his chest, but he was unable to move or make a sound; he felt strangely paralyzed by the intense gaze of the creature before him.
Sanji drew him closer. Zoro couldn't help but notice how surprisingly warm their bodies were against each other. And then it happened - those familiar lips he had longed for firmly pressed against his own. A rush of desire washed over Zoro, filling him with a longing and yearning he had never experienced.
He recognized it immediately - this feeling had grown steadily within him ever since he met Sanji. It pulled at him, drawing him towards the siren and changing him in ways he couldn't explain. Giving in to the desire, Zoro responded eagerly to Sanji's kiss.
And then it clicked. All this time, Sanji had been waiting for him - his new mate.
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Okoye and reader. Sorta continued from fainting ones
Reader and okoye are on a romantic date night, when readers ex girlfriend comes into the picture. Okoye knows it's her because of the way reader reacts, and our beautiful general goes into total protection mode?
Reality Check (Lies of Omission Prt.3)
A VALENTINE'S WEEK SPECIAL
Okoye x Female Reader
Summary: Months since she found out about everything, it is Valentine's Day and you decide to go out on a nice date day. Unfortunately, bad company seems to interrupt your night. Read Part 1 and Part 2 before reading this. Or don't. I'm not the boss of you. 😌
Angst and Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Brief Mentions of Past Abuse,
“Love recognizes no barriers, it jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination, full of hope.”- Maya Angelou
You woke up after barely a few hours of sleep, getting up and ready to put the final touches on the present you had for Okoye. It was your first (technically second) Valentine's Day together and you were beyond excited to spoil your love.
You had the whole day planned, where you would pamper and spoil her to the highest degree. And she didn’t have to do anything. Okoye was vaguely aware of your plans since you had told her not to plan anything at all, but she was nowhere near aware of the true detail that you had put into planning the perfect day.
You had silently been planning the day since the new year started, getting the reservations needed and asking around for people’s help when necessary. Now, people were sick of you bothering them for things specifically for this day, but it was finally here, and you were excited to allow Okoye to take a break from constantly working and just have a nice relaxed day off.
She had training in the early morning, so she was gone. It was the one non-negotiable when it came to her not working, so you let her have it. It gave you an extra hour to yourself for the final details.
You were completely prepared to make a fool out of yourself today, and you planned to have Okoye join you in the foolishness.
You got into your planned clothing, and got your equipment to leave your house.
As you entered the palace grounds, you got Aneka’s help in setting your first event up. Okoye was at the training grounds, with a group of new Dora Milaje.
Just as you had anticipated, her back was turned away from you. Aneka held a bouquet of flowers 5 times bigger than her head, while you handled the microphone and speaker that you were to use.
Stopping in the middle of the outside field, you put your things down, and began to play your music. Even before you had increased the volume on it, Okoye had turned, recognising your favourite song from anywhere. She stood, smiling at you as the intro played away.
Then, you started to hum, an indication that you were about to sing. Her eyes grew wide as the rest of the Dora Milaje, and a few other people from inside came out to see what the noise was about. You grew a bit more nervous seeing the turnout, but seeing as the elders were yet to arrive, you had no reason to remain respectable.
“I just wanted to dedicate this song to my one love.” you said, in a deep voice.
It was right before you belted out the love song that you constantly played at home, singing like a performer at a full stadium on a Wakandan Public Holiday.
Whether you could carry a note was irrelevant at the time, although you thought you had a decent enough voice.
As the chorus came along, you put your hand out to Okoye, who was being cheered out by your audience. She walked to you, taking your extended hand as you got into the second verse.
With her close to you, you could see her face completely flushed with shock. You knew for a fact that internally, she was blushing, even if she would later use her melanated skin to deny it.
You got a bit slower during the second verse, singing your own version of the song. Changing the lyrics to ones that you knew Okoye would love.
Halfway through the verse, even she forgot that you had company around, letting you finish the song with her in your embrace. She loved when you expressed your extra loving side. Even when you were making a fool of yourself. She didn’t hold the same belief that your voice was the best, but that didn’t matter. As long as you were the one singing to her, she didn’t care how many notes you missed.
As the song came to a close, your eyes were both closed. She whispered in your ear as she opened her eyes. “We’ll work on that high note.” you gasped dramatically as she laughed at her words.
“ I just serenaded you in public. Give me some credit.” you smiled a toothy smile as she kissed you softly.
As you untangled from your position. You got back to business, making Okoye stand in front of you as you held your mic to your lips again.
“On this beautiful day, I just wanted to ask this amazing love of my life a question everyone.”
Okoye's eyebrows raised in confusion.
“Will you… go to breakfast with me and spend the day as my valentine?” you said.
She chuckled, nodding her head. You put the mic down, taking the bouquet from Aneka and thanking her. Okoye gasped at the size of it, definitely questioning why that was the size you chose.
“You’re quite the valentine.” she complimented.
“I’ll say. This is just the beginning, my love.”
By now, the crowd had dissipated, but you knew that a few videos were taken, so everyone would know about it at some point.
You directed Okoye to a smaller dining area in the palace, where a private breakfast had been prepared.
You sat down next to each other and ate, enjoying the casual conversation that came, as though you hadn’t just done what you had.
“Is the whole day going to be like this?” She asked.
“Like what? Romantic?” you got worried, because it was going to be filled with romance, and if she didn’t want that then the entire day would be terrible for her.
“No. I know it’s going to be romantic. But. is it going to be as public as that?” She hesitated to say it, not wanting to ruin any one of your plans.
You shook your head in relief. “ No! That was the only thing. I had to start off big. Everything else will mostly just be the two of us.”
“Mostly?”
“Yes, mostly. I couldn’t plan a great day without any sort of help.”
She nodded, not being able to argue with logic. Her morning training stiffness had already faded in your presence. Having a nice breakfast with her was rare. She would usually obsess about you having fainted at night, or she was gone to the palace and you were busy with your own work.
It was a rare moment where none of those worries were mentioned, mostly because you had banned her from asking if you were okay at any point in the day. You wanted just one day where she didn’t have to worry about you.
The two of you finished and got ready, while you handed Okoye the clothes she needed to change into. It was still training garments, but a lot less casual.
She gave you eyes of question when you handed them to her but obliged and wore the clothes before taking your hand in hers and allowing you to lead the way.
Thirty Minutes Later
“Where are we going, Y/n?” Okoye asked you as you continued to walk to your destination. When you told her that you would take a quick walk to your next planned date, she thought you meant that it was 5 minutes away. She didn’t realise that you actually planned to take an entire walk.
“We’re almost there, Sthandwa. Not even 5 minutes away, I promise.” you responded.
She sighed, not saying anything else. She really wanted to know if you were okay, having travelled by foot for many metres, but you had made her promise not to ask you anything about the way you felt physically for the whole day.
She was a woman who kept to her word, but she hated every second of it. She knew that her concern could sometimes be overbearing and she knew that she needed to work on it, but she just wanted to make sure that you were okay. It had been many months since she had found out, but she still worried like the first time it had happened.
She couldn’t help her protectiveness for you. Her love for you was just too strong for her to want to let anything happen to you.
You could tell that she wanted to ask. She barely went that long without doing a check in with you, but you loved how she respected her promise to you.
As you slowed down, Okoye followed you, not having a clue where the two of you were. It was only when you were only a few metres away from your destination that Okoye was connecting the dots on what you had planned for your portion of the day.
She stopped dead in her tracks, grabbing your arm to stop you while giving you a bewildered look.
"Y/n. Why are we in front of Wakanda's most prestigious dance instructors' house?" She asked you, Watching you struggle to find a reasonable answer as you smiled mischievously.
"I booked a lesson for us. I thought it would be fun. We don't do these things that often."
She let out a chuckle, "We both have 2 left feet. Why do you think we of all people should do this?"
"Like I said, I thought, and still think that it will be fun."
“Hmm.” She scoffed, letting you lead the way to the entrance. You gladly knocked on the door of the home, not having any fear after your singing. Not a single other plan for the day scared you now that you were done with that.
You were excitedly greeted by S'Yata, Wakanda’s famed dance instructor. She specialised in choreographing wedding dancing, and she was well known for making the most sensual first dances for the marrying couples that hired her.
Okoye again wanted to know why you were there if you had no plans to get married soon, and even if you did, she would never want to do a first dance choreographed by S’Yata at her wedding. They were known to be difficult to the average couple, but the two of you were not an average couple. Not when it came to dancing. One thing that the two of you desperately lacked was rhythm. Granted, it wasn;t as bad as Okoye made it in her head. You could dance a little. And she could move her body on command too.
It was just the formal stuff that the two of you weren’t too good at. After a tragic wedding dance proved this point, the two of you had refrained from doing any form of wedding dances ever since.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” S’Yata said, welcoming you inside. You looked back at Okoye and gave her a not so reassuring lopsided smile.
1 hour later…
"Okoye you're too far away. Come closer." You instructed. The two of you had finally got the basics to the dance down, and you didn’t want to lose the flow.
"I'm as close as I'll allow myself to be in public, Y/n. This position already feels extremely indecent for others to see." Okoye said, looking at S’Yata as she said it.
You laughed, seeing what she was trying to imply by 'public'. To her defence, the two of you were more minimalistic in your public displays of affection. And you had promised to keep the rest of the day less public. But S’Yata was only one person, and you really wanted to get the dance right.
The two of you were already chest to chest and leg to leg, so there wasn’t much room to spare. But Okoye needed to hug you closely as you slowly swayed.
“Please. For your Valentine?” You asked, kissing her cheek sweetly.
Instantly, she hugged you closely, and you swayed back and forth.
“I love you.” you whispered.
“I love you more.” she said.
You stayed like that, even getting enough flow for S’Yata to just leave the two of you in her studio, allowing you to enjoy the moment.
“You’re going to like what we do next, Okoye. I promise. Just the two of us from here on out.”
Okoye smiled at that, still winded from the dancing. You seemed to be in high spirits, and you hadn’t slowed down to even catch your breath.
When the quinjet arrived in the sky, and landed not too far from the two of you, She got excited once again. You walked her inside, and she saw how advanced the quinjet was. It was far more advanced than the ones that were used currently.
“Shuri allowed me to use the new prototype for a few hours.” You explained.
“How did you know about this before I did? I’m the General.”
“Being noisy comes with perks, Okoye.” you joked.
The two of you sat in the pilot seats that were situated in front, wanting to see the view, but you kept the jet on autopilot like it had arrived, wanting to enjoy seeing wakanda from the sky without worrying about steering.
The jet lifted into the air, and you spent an hour just staring out of the window, admiring your country. It was only when you noticed that Okoye had gotten strangely quiet, that you broke the silence.
“Say it.” you said, getting her to turn to you.
She looked at you in confusion, “ Say what?”
“Ask me the golden question. I know you want to and that’s why you refuse to relax, Okoye. So just ask me this one time.”
She smiled, “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good. I’m on the best date in the world, with the one woman that I love and she agreed to do this for me so I-”
“-Y/n,” She said, seeing what you were doing, “That is not what I meant.”
You let out an exaggerated sigh, before finally getting serious. “I’m okay, Okoye. I haven’t felt dizzy or anything today. So I’d say that I feel very good.”
She eased up at that, but still there was a trace of tension in her face, and that was not the point of valentines day.
“How are you feeling, darling?”
“I feel good.”
“Don’t lie to me.” you said. flat-toned.
“Okay. Honestly, I feel good about today. And about you. But, I worry that I’m overbearing and that might chase you away.”
“You can’t chase me away. I’m here for the long run.” you reassured her, “But… you are overbearing.”
“I love that you care enough to make sure that I’m okay. But I’m a grown woman, Okoye. I’m done with the lies and I always tell you when I don’t feel well, so there is no need to constantly try to protect me.” you had been getting frustrated with the constant worry that she carried around when you were together. And the worry that doubled when you were apart.
“I’m sorry. I’m going to work on it. I promise I will, sthandwa sam.”
You got up from your seat, and went to sit with her. The chair was not big enough to fit two grown people, so you ended up just sitting on Okoye’s lap, kissing her head and wrapping your arms around her.
“I promise I won’t leave, Okoye. I just want you to trust me when I say that I'm okay.”
You’d grown tremendously over the past months, and your ability to be honest with people had gotten better. You had slowly been telling more people about your fainting spells, being more accepting of your not so new reality. The people around you were always supporting you.
They were there to catch you when you unexpectedly fainted, and the released stress from hiding had reduced the amount of spells you had in general. You no longer had to lie and say that you were okay when you weren’t. And it was all thanks to the woman that held you.
You would never leave her, as long as you heart felt the way that it did.
“I’m not leaving either.” Okoye whispered, before the two of you closed your eyes and fell asleep.
By the time that you woke up, you were back on ground, and the evening sun had started fading into darkness.
You had one thing left, a nice dinner.
The two of you went home, and freshened up, getting dressed a lot more formally before leaving the house.
You had made reservations at a new restaurant in the city. The place had just opened during the new year, and they had luckily had openings for the night when you called.
You were directed to a table in the corner. A loveseat that you had paid extra for. Scoping the menus and choosing your meals before the server arrived.
“Thank you for today. I really loved being your valentine.” Okoye complimented, and your lips involuntarily spread into a wide smile. One of the many that the day had brought.
“Hi, can I please get the bill?” a voice came.
Your blood ran cold as the voice of your nightmares spoke. Your smile was immediately wiped clean and your body grew rigid. Flashbacks of your ex came rushing back and when you looked to the left and saw her, not in prison, your body instantly grew anxious.
Okoye saw the change as soon as it happened, and when you didn’t reply to her calling you she got worried.
“Y/n, what's wrong?” she took your hand in hers, massaging your palm to calm you down.
“It’s her.” you let out, with no further explanation. Your breathing got shaky and your heart rate increased as you tried to take a breath.
Okoye wanted to ask who you were talking about, but seeing you she knew that there was only one person who could make you that anxious.
She stood up slightly, and saw what you had, recognising her from your descriptions of her. She was tall and muscular but she wasn’t very intimidating. She only looked like a threat to the people that knew what she was capable of.
Okoye’s blood started to boil, seeing the woman smile so happily. She ruined you for so long, and you were only just starting to land on your feet. If it were up to her she would rot in as a prisoner for the rest of her miserable life.
“Okay, let’s go. I can cook dinner.” She said, already getting out of her chair to help you up.
Your body cooperated without your mind's consent, as your mind was in a different world. Okoye politely told the waiters that you were leaving, and helped you take your shoes off to walk easier.
As you walked out into the empty street, the voice came again.
“Y/n. I guess we meet again.”
You turned around to look at her, but Okoye stood firmly in front of you as she took stared daggers at Chedano, who had a proud smile smothered on her face.
“ I see you got protection now. Scared to be alone with your one true love.”
“If I were you, I would tread lightly and think very carefully about the next thing you said.” Okoye said sharply, reaching for her spear as she secured your position behind her. You didn’t move, you body paralysed in place as you looked at the women who used to hurt and torture you.
“You know, we never formally broke up, so whatever this it between you and the General is cheating ,Y/n” she sneered “We wouldn’t want to have to teach you a thing or two about loyalty, would we.”
Okoye unleashed her spear, pointing it at the woman.
“Threaten her one more time and see what happens Chedano. I have no problem taking you back to prison.”
Chedano, backed away at the sight, and her smile faded at the word prison.
Okoye approached her, pointing her spear right at her chest.
“If I ever so much as catch a whiff of you being near her, or communicating with her. Prison will be the least of your worries.” Okoye said, jumping towards her abruptly and grazing her spear only slightly through her arm. Leaving a big gash.
Chedano nodded, running away as blood dripped on the street.
Immediately, Okoye turned to you and was by your side.
“My love…” she said as you broke down in her arms, the tears flushing out.
“I’m sorry. Let’s go home.” she said, lifting you and wrapping your legs around her waist as you cried into her shirt while she walked you to your house.
She kept comforting you as she walked, allowing you to let it out, your fear only increasing as the minutes went by.
By the time you got home, you were in a full blown panic attack, your body in a full panic.
She put you down on your bed, standing in front of you as she comforted you, helping you breathe through it. The night had settled in, and the darkness only brought more fear.
You breathed with Okoye, holding her hands as your heart settled into a slower rhythm.
“I think I'm gonna faint, Okoye.” you said, feeling it coming.
“That’s okay. I’m here, Y/n. I’m he-”
You passed out.
Okoye laid you on the bed, placing you on your side and waiting.
After a gruesome 10 minute wait, you started to open your eyes. You were calmer when you saw Okoye there.
She kissed you head, going to get you water, while you sat up in your bed.
“Thank you.” you said as she handed you the water.
You drank it while focusing on remaining calm, like you had worked on. Okoye stayed with you, getting into bed with you and holding your hand.
“I’m here. I love you."she whispered to you as your eyes slowly started to close. You nodded your head, defeated.
“I love you so much. And you planned the best date I’ve ever had today. We don’t have to talk about what happened now, but I'm here. I will always be here to protect you, my love. You are my entire world, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you ever again.”
“Thank you.” you whispered again, but a tear rolled down your face. She wiped it away for you.
“I love you. Thank you.” you said, and allowed yourself to hug her.
”Healing is an art. It takes time, it takes practice. It takes love.” – Maza Dohta
Author's Note: After a long wait, Part 3 is here. I loved writing this. It was sort of healing. This is of course my contribution to Valentine's Week, but I do think there were a few things that I wanted to say in terms of love.
I want every person reading this to know that it is okay if you didn’t realise that your abuser was abusing you. There is no shame in taking a lot of time to fully recover from it either. Those types of things can take a lot from you. Many of us were never told that abusive behaviours were actually abusive. Being queer, it's even harder to navigate that world because we are so busy fighting the world to prove that we are valid and our love is valid, it leaves us more vulnerable to being unknowingly manipulated and hurt without us realising it.
You deserve the type of love that fights for you, not with you.
Happy Valentine's Week, and I love you. 💙
#okoye one shot#protective okoye#general okoye#okoye x reader#angst with a happy ending#fluff#comfort#relationships#x female reader#x reader#black panther2#black panther#wakanda forever#part 3 of 3#okoye x fem reader#okoye fluff#black panther okoye#okoye angst#okoye fic
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Adventurecore: Urban
Related: Wandercore, Vagabondcore
Exploring locally
Abandoned places
Always carrying a backpack with essential items
Badges and pins
Comfortable shoes
Shortcuts through alleyways
Knowing local shopkeepers
Flannel shirts
Wet concrete
Urban foraging
Notebooks
Walking everywhere
Fantasy / Modern / Urban
#feel free to add on!!#adventurecore#wandercore#vagabondcore#adventure#urban#urban adventure#urban exploration#cottagecore#goblincore#gremlincore#dark academia#light academia#strange boots#part 3 of 3
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BLUE SUN RISING, Part 3 of 3
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They were led through the many corridors of the Treh's Hunt to a large room, about three fourths filled with Warriors from the ship. Several had assorted injuries that had been tended to but were still under bandages.
T'garr started the meeting.
“Good Warriors, I have before you the Warrior Clan of M'rel. They have come to answer your questions about their unique fusion of our Warrior's Way and the Clans. Ask what you will and they will answer what they can of your doubts.
“Understand this also. You have few choices for the path forward. You may join the rest of the crew and I in accepting the way of the Warrior Clan which will also shield you from the Treaty Commission's justice system. You may also reject this choice and go to the Treaty Commission, accepting their ruling about your part in the recent criminal actions initiated by Political Officer S'nake.
“The Warrior Clan has, in its first triad, TWO of the highest accolade graduates of K’lass’s School of All Conflict, Lezon Treh K'lass, and the only Claner trained by that famous school, T'cass. It was T'cass who led the Clans to their winning the last war. By this, you may know that there is no misunderstanding of the Warrior's Way involved.”
One of the audience pointed out, “Then what about those three attacks on inhabited worlds after M'onafar?”
T'cass nodded, “Those did happen. When the Strategy Board would not listen to reason and went ahead with those plans, I contacted the Treaty Commission with the knowledge and resigned. That is how the Treaty Commission was able to stop those attacks while the fleets sent to carry them out were still enroute. The losses suffered by the Clans in those engagements led to the final peace negotiations and to the massive economic depression in Clan space that followed. I managed the conflict as well as I could and keep the Way. I had no part in attacking civil populations and did what was possible to defend them.”
The one who had asked replied, “I see. Who you were and your part in the last war, we were told. That it was you who saved our worlds we were not told. That was the core of my reservations. How did our War Leader from that conflict come to be by your side now?”
Lezon stepped forward and answered, “That question needs a little ground work laid.
“At K'stall, I and T'cass fought. Neither of us could get a clear advantage but she ran out of weapon energy and her missiles were already gone. She rolled her craft to a Submission and offered her Knife. I refused it, and gave her the Obligation of Conflict instead. I escorted her back to safety.
“I think that the problems that are now plaguing the Empire were already beginning. After K'stall I sent home Captain D'saric in disgrace for killing the helpless prisioners on the old interstellar signal laser. Her blatant failure to follow the Way cost us priceless intelligence. The Imperial Triad had no choice but to execute her. She was a close friend to S'tabbin of the Imperial Triad, who personally gave her command of her vessel.
At M'onafar, my wing was in the second wave. After the sun dive we launched. Well away from the Hand of Claws, I was hit from behind by a low power disruptor shot. I had only one superconducting cable left. It was from the capsule to the disruptors. I tried to repair the damage but the cable was just too short to reach the inertial drive. I tried to bridge the last few centimeters with some copper. The drive failed explosively, nearly killing me.
“T'cas found me unconscious in the wreck of my talon during the after battle salvage and recoginzed my ship. She concealed the evidence of the assassination attempt and paid for my regeneration. When I recovered enough, she took my Submission rather than making me a slave, no matter what the Clan law said.”
The whole room paused to think through all that they were learning. One nodded quietly and pointed out, “All of Lezon's wing were Warriors. The order to assassinate her could not have originated in the fleet. They would have refused it for sure. It had to be an Imperial order, relayed through M'ace. I wonder what they used to get her to comply with it?”
Lezon replied sadly, “We will never know, now. She was killed when we destroyed the Hand of Claws.”
The one that had been speaking to them now turned to the others in the room. “My doubts are at rest. We were all agreed that the explanation of how a Warrior Clan could be was good. Our doubts lay in issues of history. Do any of the rest of you have further questions?”
There was a quiet rumble of negatives. One whimsically asked, “Even the Warrior Clan's kits have Names. How are Names earned in the Warrior Clans?”
K'sere answered, “One name is given to each member of a Clan. It makes interpersonal relations easier. That is long standing Clan custom. Other Names will need to be earned through merit, by Warrior custom.”
T'cass added, “When you form triads, you will register them with Captain T'garr. You will be allowed to choose your Clan names at that time. As an example, we are the Warrior Clan of M'rel. I am T'cass,” putting a hand on K'ress' shoulder she went on, “She is K'ress. Lezon Treh K'lass is fully Named. Our kits are T'cill, K'sere, and T'lass. Yes, she is T'lass of the Question.”
Heads all over the room regarded the kit and nodded slowly. Almost as one, they knelt and offered their knives, backs to the assembled Warrior Clan. The one leading them said humbly, “We Submit to the Warrior Clan of M'rell. We will learn from you and fight by your side.”
Lezon touched the back of the knife of the group's leader and replied, “We, the Warrior Clan of M'rel, accept your Submission. We will teach you all that we may of Conflict. We will fight by your side. Warriors, we welcome you.”
One of the bandaged crew raised a hand for recognition. “My question has nothing to do with our Submission. I was well away from the battery that you destroyed and was still injured some by the blast. How did you manage that with only a trivial 70 megatons?”
To the surprise of the crew in the compartment, it was T'lass who answered, “It is not appropriate to fully answer that here at the Treaty Commission base. With that knowledge, you could greatly increase your battle readiness in violation of the T.C. Charter. You will be fully apprised of that and other major upgrades to your vessel when you are in Warrior Clan Space.”
T'garr added, “Things that T'lass has thought of, the Question and the damage that we suffered while they were trying to NOT destroy us are why they have made her their Minister of Technology and War. Trust me, she thinks far deeper than the average kit. It was explained to me by the Treaty Commission that their weaponry was legal because it was NOT covered by the Treaty.”
Heads nodded thoughfully all about the room. One observed, “I think that it is going to be fun to learn from and fight by the side of the Warrior Clan.”
All the others of the Warrior Clan followed Lezon's lead in raising their claws in salute to their new followers. As they were returning to their shuttle, Lezon quietly informed Captain T'garr, “Any orders that you may have had from the Empire are now voided. As soon as your ship is able to safely travel, you are dispatched to the system of M'rel. There, the Feront City ship watching our system for us will begin your upgrades. During a good part of that, which involves better power capsules, drives, and a unique superconducting harness that will replace much of your present power distribution system, your ship will be unable to fight. You will be given the specifications for the new shielding and weapons which you will have to manufacture and install on your own. The Feront, being a part of the Treaty Commission, cannot do those things.”
Captain T'garr nodded. “What of planetside leave? I understand that the world is safe.”
It was T'lass who responded, “With the understanding that simply because we cannot get any of the local diseases, there may be many other dangers present, provisionally, yes. Select a substantial island, isolated from any larger land masses for now. We are not planning any mining or other resource exploitation of M'rel except for what the Feront may be doing in the polar regions. The Feront has now mapped the world and can offer you appropriate guidance on a good location.”
T'garr smiled as she added, “Now, being released by the Treaty Commission is our only problem. We have done sufficient repairs to be travel worthy.”
T'cass put away her comm unit. “I have just notified the TC that we have dispatched you to M'rell. They are preparing your clearance now. You should receive it within the hour.”
As they were taking places aboard the shuttle, their pilot smiled as she told them, “We have all heard about your naming rules! When next we meet, I will have my Warrior Clan Name! I hope that you can understand how much that means to us all! Your meeting was broadcast throughout the ship so that we could all see and hear what our new Government had to say.
“You have made us happy with our decision to join you. Many of us, myself included, could see the value of your new Way and were unhappy with what is happening in the Empire. That did not make us happy to leave the Empire that we have served all of our lives. Now we have been allowed to submit to a better Way. We will learn from you. We will fight by your side!”
The return flight to the Feront City ship was purely routine.
T'lass did make a call to Captain T'garr. “Captain, when you have your ship refitted according to our specifications, you will need to re name her as the first ship of M'rel's navy. Your new ship's name will be Blue Sun Rising.
“As soon as the Blue Sun Rising is battle ready, register her with the Treaty Commission as a M'rel Medium Cruiser. We have heavier ships planned. Besides giving your crew land leave, we hope that you and the Feront can begin to set up ship building facilities on one of the resource rich moons of the other planets.
“Of course the military side of such a ship yard will have to be fully separate from what the Feront can do. While the City Ship is of the Treaty Commission, and bound by its Charter, the whole rest of the system of M'rel is not.”
T'garr grinned and her ears took a jaunty angle as she replied, “Understood, Minister of War, T'lass. This should be a fascinating posting. At least, it won't just be dull sentry duty. I will see to it that we carry out these orders to the best of our ability. We do have a very good engineering and damage control staff that will appreciate the challenge.”
T'lass's tail twitched as if she was stalking prey as she replied, “I did study your crew roster before making that assignment. Of more importance, we are transmitting to you the general specifications of the ships that the yard should be prepared to produce.” She raised her student's knife, back to T'garr, and added, “A Good Hunt to you!”
T'garr repeated the gesture, ears forward and smiling as she responded, “Your Conflicts here will also be fascinating, a Good Hunt to you as well.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 3
Toran P.O.V
I watch as her face tightens up as she sleeps. King Jule said it was painful for power being released to its normal self, and the reason she needs to be sleeping. I had to make myself put her hand down by her side, and I started moving around the room.
"Toran?" Jule calls from his spot on the couch.
"I'm….how much longer?" I could hear my voice on edge.
"A couple more hours." He sighs. "The bond must be getting stronger. Did you reject her?"
"No. I can't." I rub down my face.
"Good, because you both need each other." He looks at (y/n). "She might be able to calm you down." He says this to himself.
"Shut up." We chuckle.
Over the next couple of hours I watch the sunset. (Y/n)'s whimpering has quieted down some. King Jule left, and came back just a few minutes ago. I hope she wakes up calm, and has the answers she needs.
With I sigh I walk away from the window to stand next to her bed. I watch as she starts to softly smile. It is like she is having the best dream. I chuckle at the situation, making Jule walk to my side. He gently takes hold of her hand, and after a couple moments he smiles down at her.
"She accepted her siren's side. She's getting visuals of her form." He rubs her arm. "She'll be fine."
I finally calmed down enough to steal an apple from her food tray. I move to the couch she had for me, and I just wait.
(Y/n) p.o.v
Harsh movement jerks me around left, right, upside down, turns me around, and finally I'm floating on my back as if I'm in water. Something like a curtain comes across my face. A hand takes hold of mine to steady me. Once I'm finally right side up I open my eyes to meet the most gorgeous creature. Her (h/c) hair floats so elegantly along her face, neck, and shoulder while most just floats up. I realized the curtain that ran over my face was her tail. I am completely amazed.
"(Y/n) I'm so glad to finally be one again." Her angelic voice just hits me.
"Who are you?" I finally get out, and she just giggles.
"I am you. I am called Amara. I was locked away for important protection." She gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "You have the highest power of our people, and Amphitrite herself gave you the power."
"Why me?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Because you were born in the sea. Your Mother was stretching her tail, if you will, and you came earlier than anyone could predict." She giggles like she told a joke. "Everything will come together once we are united again." She backed up a bit. "Just relax a bit."
She gives one last smile before swimming around me like a tornado, and everything starts stinging my arm and legs. My body starts to contort around as fins come out of my arms, and a tail just like Amara's. I notice my gills forming as everything turns black.
When everything seems to have calmed down I open my eyes. I'm still in bed, like I had a dream. I turn my head, and I'm greeted by a pacing Toran and King Jule smiling at me. I can feel my body welcoming something, but I also felt so much worry. My eyes start to water when I look at Toran. King Jule clears his throat to get Toran's attention, and nods toward me. Toran looks at me, but gasps instead of coming to me.
"Is something wrong?" I ask, looking back and forth to them.
"I'll let you two speak." King Jule leaves.
As he walks out Toran and I just look at each other. Once the door is shut he walks with purpose toward me. I slightly sit up as he simply picks me up onto his lap. From his body heat mine just relaxes against his chest. I love how it feels to be in his arms. I can only hope he actually wants to be my mate.
"Love, I can feel your doubt." He sighs, running his hand along my back. "I suppose I should tell you why I reacted to you the way I did. As you know I'm older than you, and I hope I don't hurt you when I explain this." He rests a hand on the back of my head like he's keeping me in place. "I don't know how to begin this. Before the war started I was married to my life long friend, and we were expecting a child. King Jule was about to tell us what our baby was going to be, boy or girl. When this heavy group of humans came battling through our little town we had. King Jule told every woman and child to run as far as they could, but the humans expected that, capturing them all in cages. Us men fought the best we could." As Toran told his story he was looking off like he was picturing everything happening all over again, and I could feel his hurt. "The humans took us to what this Kingdom was, and locked us all up. I tried so hard to find my wife, but with it being so crowded it was useless. I didn't see her again until they pushed us demons into the fighting ring for their awful Hunting Games. I tried to get to her, but another female killed her. I do not blame her now because it was for survival." He finally moves his head to look down at me as tears soak my face. "Love please don't cry. I swear I only ran because I was scared. What if I can't protect you too." He holds me tighter to his chest.
"I'm so sorry you went through that, and I can't begin to understand how you feel. Even when we're connected." I can't believe he went through that, and I'm crying like it has happened to me.
We sit in this same position until I actually calm down enough to look up at him, and when I do he just smirks at me. I can feel his emotions course through me, and I tap his chest.
"I'm sitting here upset for you, and you are just…" I'm stopped by Toran kissing me.
His lips feel a lot more soft than they look. As I start to kiss him back the bond snaps us together completely, and I can't hold back my whine. He turns me to be facing him better, so I'm straddling his lap. Something runs up my spine making my body shiver, and I just feel like letting go. I push Toran to lay back as I run my hands down his chest and hard stomach. I feel him get hard making me softly grind down against him. I lean my head back, and moan. Toran stops moving his hand, and sits up, looking at me with a look of amazement.
"Someone found their siren voice." He simply says as he softly grabs my chin. "I need to make you sing more." He quickly flips us.
I giggle as he hurries to slide my dress off, and he just smiles at me before giving me a soft kiss. He kissed along my body as he undressed himself. I couldn't stop looking at his body. Once his lips made contact with my hip I arched a little, and looked at him with a gasp. He watches me as he slowly and softly runs his finger to my center. He starts to move his fingers in a circle, my eyes close as my head falls back. His fingers begin to push inside stretching up, and he pumps them fast. I didn't stop my moans as he got faster. The louder I would moan the faster he would pump his fingers. My stomach was tightening, and pulls his fingers out.
"Tor…" I was about to yell at him for stopping, but when I opened my eyes he had his fingers around himself moving my slick around.
He then grabs my legs, pushing them to my chest, and as he rubs against my opening he kisses my ankle. My soft moan is caught in my throat as he slides in completely. He sits there for a moment. He doesn't move until I whine, and I move against him. His hands move to the back of my knees to move my legs open, but keep them in the same position. With my legs open he can now lean down to kiss me deeply as he starts to very slowly move out, and then slowly move back in until his hips are connected to my ass. I hold the back of his neck as he keeps kissing me, but when he starts to ram into me. I can't help the scream I let out.
"That's what I want to hear." He groans. "Keep singing, Love."
He lets go of my legs as he leans back down, and I lock my legs around him. He softly grabs the back of my neck with one of his big hands, with his other hand he locks his fingers with mine, and holds it over our heads. I can't stop any type of moan that leaves my mouth, and from Toran's groans I think it's making him get close. I start to feel something like a wave move over my body and it makes me arch against Toran's chest. I let out a complete soul finishing moan as my orgasim takes over. Toran doesn't let up as he watches me let go, and his hold on the back of my neck tightens. As I start to come down Toran lets out a deep groan as he finishes.
He lets go of my neck letting his hand run down to my thigh, giving it a squeeze. I grip his hand as my body just moves softly under his, my foot runs up his leg, my chest rubs against his, my head falls to the side relaxed. His hand just holds my thigh to his waist just squeezing and gripping. He finally pulls back only to lay next to me.
Over the next few months I had to learn to control my power. Toran kept the title as my guard even though he could've moved on, but he decided to stay by my side. Having him as my guard does help when I need feeding. I learned my siren side is always calling to him, so it didn't surprise us when I became pregnant. While I was pregnant Toran became much more of a shadow, and would carry a basket of fruit for me. Once our son Taret was born we were shocked when he came out with demon and siren marks. As Taret grew he ended up growing more like a siren with demon power. He even got his father's horns. Sadly Taret is our only child, but once he got old enough to start classes. I became a teacher for the orphanage for the other sirens, as well as the witch children, so I became a mother to many children.
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Title: I'm Coming With You
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Word Count: 25176
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Barbara "Barb" Holland & Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Barbara "Barb" Holland
Tags: Quests, Greek Myths, Orpheus and Eurydice, Sisyphus - Freeform, Pandora - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending, Or at least that's what it's supposed to be, it's actually, Light Angst, Happy Ending, First Kiss, I'm not killing off characters I'm actively bringing them back to life, No Beta We Resurrect Like Them
Summary:
For years people in Hawkins warned Eddie that he was headed straight for Hell, so you could have knocked him over with a feather when he opened his eyes after dying in that hellscape they called the Upside Down only to be told he was in Elysium. An afterlife spent with warriors who love the thrill of a good fight really isn’t for him though, so when Persephone Herself comes to offer him the boon She owes him it only makes his decision to save his crush that much easier to make.
Steve told him not to be a hero, but how is Eddie supposed to resist the call when he’s in paradise and Steve’s obviously not.After all the horrors they’ve faced, this is all that’s left.
His trip down to the depths of Hades and then back up to the Land of the Living isn’t just a journey, it’s a quest.
Excerpt:
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve asks, giving them both worried looks. “You know you don’t have to. I might not be dead yet, but everyone dies eventually. It’s not like it could be that bad, right?”
His joke falls flat as his voice shakes a little.Tugging at their joined hands, Eddie squeezes his fingers.
(Take it easy, take it slow, and don’t let him go. REO is really more of Uncle Wayne’s speed than Eddie’s, but the song just won’t leave him alone. He isn’t even mad about it at this point. After a week of too noisy or too loud, the song looping in his head is hitting that sweet spot in between.)
“You know I can’t do that, Stevie. Especially not after you went through all this trouble just to get my body out of here.” The guy pulls action hero level stunts and then expects nothing in return. Eddie stifles a snort as it likely wouldn’t go over well here. It’s just strange how the King of Hawkin’s High simply needed to lose his throne and crown to become an actual fucking prince. “I’m getting you out of here and no boulder’s going to stop me.”
Steve still looks worried, but his hand tightens around Eddie’s in a way that makes his own smile brighten. When Steve turns to try and talk Barbie out of it, Eddie can’t stop his bark of laughter as they both realize she’s way ahead of them.
Literally.
“Come on, slow pokes!” She calls from the edge of the opening, waving them down with a smile. Somewhere between Steve’s apologies and his story, she thawed that last little bit in his direction. “You can flirt on the way!”
And now he wishes she was still freezing Steve out because goddamnit Barb!
Flushing, Eddie can’t help the guilty glance he throws Steve’s way. It nearly turns to a drawn out stare when he sees a bit of pink on that tan skin. Thankfully, Steve tugs him forward before he can realize Eddie’s literally dumbstruck at the idea that Steve might actually like him back.
“I think she’s serious.”
“I sure hope so.” Eddie mutters to himself. When Steve looks back confused, he just gives him his widest smile.
(Will it hurt them both if he’s right? Yes. Is Eddie going to try and enjoy the hell out of it while it lasts anyway? Also yes. Holy shit, that spark of hope flares up so bright in the backdraft of Steve’s flustered blush.)
#Steddie fic#Steddie#Stranger Things#Stranger Things Fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#Barbara Holland#Part 3 of 3#Why fix one thing and not another?#The first two parts were the angst#this is mostly fun#I'm really proud of this
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