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rabbitblackx · 1 year

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Finally, I waited so long to drop this request 😭😭 can you do Trickster x male survivor reader who can't scream due to trauma and is extremely touch starved? So that Ji-Woon was all excited to hear the new survivor scream, but the survivor went through childhood trauma and would've always been mentally abused more if he'd make noises like even semi-loud crying, so within the years he kind off de-learned how to scream, even when getting hooked. He also hasn't been hugged in years, so getting carried to the hook by some killers is the most physical touch he got, wich results in him finding comfort in it, especially when Ji-Woon puts his hand on the survivors back to keep him from getting off his shoulder.

Ji-Woon then puts two and two together and realizes that these are childhood trauma reactions and reacts somewhat alongs the line of "wtf did your parents do to you?" and gets the survivor off the hook again.

I know this might be extremely specific, and I could probably write it myself but I'd really like to know how your version of Ji-Woon would react. How he would comfort the survivor, how he would treat him (also in future trials), maybe what he'd think of him.

Aww thank u for waiting! And it’s okay to be a lil specific it’s fine by me it’s a cool request! I hope u enjoy :))💖💖

Trickster with a Male!TouchStarved!Reader that can’t scream

You had a very rough childhood. Physical and mental abuse was never off the table when it came to your guardian. When they hurt you, and you were to cry, it would only make them do it more. Your guardian never cared for you—never hugged you. You learned that screaming and crying only ever resulted in severe punishment. Over the horrible years, you almost forgot how. You were so used to bottling it up to avoid abuse, you hadn’t screamed since you were a child. You didn’t think you even could if you tried

So when you were dragged to the Entity’s realm, hurting you wasn’t all that satisfying for the killers. You would never cry in pain or scream in agony. You kept you whimpers and groans to yourself

The Trickster was very excited to hear your screams. You were the newest survivor and he hadn’t ‘met’ you yet. So he was greatly disappointed when you wouldn’t make much sound when he threw knives at your back. Like, come on! All the other survivors did! Why didn’t you?

The Trickster got close enough to hit you with his bat, effectively downing you. No sounds came from your end, making him angry. The killer thrusted you up and over his shoulder, carrying you to a hook

As sick as it was, you almost found comfort in being carried by the killers. You hadn’t been touched by another person in so long. Though they were taking you to your inevitable doom, you enjoyed the brisk moments of their hands holding your back in place

You kept quiet and relaxed over the Trickster’s shoulder. The other man thought it was quite strange, feeling you be all docile instead of struggling in his grasp. How boring were you? Like, what happened to you before you wound up here?

When the Trickster threw you onto a hook, he studied how you wheezed shrilly. Tears pricked your eyes as you bit your tongue, a habit you had since you were a child. The Trickster frowned, noticing faded scars along your body, as well as how cold it felt to have slung over his shoulder. It made him wonder again, seriously, what happened to you?

Ji-Woon took a step forward and reached a hand up to place on your chest. Your teary eyes tore open to look down at him below you. Though the pain from the hook in your shoulder was blinding, your clothed skin was practically singing from the Trickster’s warm hand against it. He saw the way your miserable expression relaxed as your eyes met his

“Why don’t you scream?” Ji-Woon asked

He heard you try to before, but it came out wheezy and broken

“I just can’t.” You whispered

The Trickster stroked you shirt even so slightly. Your breathing slowed at the action, finding comfort in it through your agony. The other man didn’t take his yellow eyes off you for a second. He hated how he could see the abused, troubled soul behind your pupils

The Trickster sighed, tucking his hands under your armpits and lifting you off the hook. You tried again to scream as it was ripped from your shoulder, but nothing came out. Ji-Woon held you in his arms, peering down at you longingly. He couldn’t believe he just did that, and neither could you

The Trickster sunk to the ground, with you on his lap. You threw you arms around his neck and leaned your head against him. Your bloodstained chest heaved for air as you laid along the other man. The Trickster kept a firm hold around you as well, studying your features. He scarily liked how you melted against him. You were a stuttering mess in his arms. You were just like putty

Ji-Woon couldn’t get you out of his head. He thought about you constantly since that one trial. He didn’t know what happened to you, but he knew that it wasn’t good. He seemed to of formed some kind of twisted obsession with you. He felt very protective, and it killed him to not know where you were as of now

When you met again in another trial, the Trickster was quick to run over to you. He called your name, and it felt so right. It was all he could hear in his head since you told him it, so to finally say it was so fulfilling

He wrapped his arms around you, spinning you in an embrace. Your handsome face lit up with joy at the feeling of being engulfed by him

“Ji-Woon!” You greeted

You didn’t expect this killer you had only met once to be so immediately affectionate with you on your second encounter. But you could’ve cared less. His warm touch was all you needed in this dark world

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dbd trickster #dbd trickster x reader #trickster x reader #trickster #ji woon hak #ji woon hak x reader #x reader #male reader #gay #fanfiction #touch starved #rab.reads

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dannykoenig · 1 year

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Trickster x male reader with social anxiety who gets "lost" in a train station

Based on my experience in Berlin where me AND my friend had a panic attack.

The 'friend' on the phone basically plays my mother lol.

This was supposed to be a comfort chapter but I got carried away I guess.

This story takes place in the entitys realm, meaning reader and Ji-Woon already slightly knew eachother (mostly from trials).

Seperated killer & survivor mansion au.

Your train got delayed. You were alone in a city that you didn't knew, with only little experience on train traffic.

The speakers anounced that your train was replaced by a subway that went into the same direction, but with a few transfers to other subways.

And then it started, everyone -literally hundreds of people- started streaming down the stairs to the subway stations. You could only sit there and watch, it didn't stop. More and more people went down there.

There was no way you could possibly get down there. You pulled your phone out and started texting a friend.

You told them what was happening and that you couldn't get down there.

"Try coming through."

"Why can't you just go down there?"

"But other people can do it too."

"I'm definetely not gonna pick you up, nor am I gonna send someone."

What did you even expect from someone who apparently doesn't believe in mental illnesses? They never cared about it, no matter how clear it was that you had social anxiety.

The calls you could never do? The public events that you could never go to? The things you could never ask other people for, no matter how important it was? Nah, definetely no signs.

You sat on the bench, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying not to cry in public. People were still flooding down the stairs next to you.

You were alone, everything could happen now. You grabbed your shopping bag harder, knowing anyone could snatch it from you and you wouldn't be able to do anything against it. You sat there, hoping that your train would somehow get the ability to come here. Twenty minutes, fourty minutes.

You sat there for an hour. One hour waiting for something to happen. One hour of hope. Nothing, the train was still gone.

You looked over to the stairs, there weren't as many people as before.

That had to be your chance. You took your backpack and bag and went down the stairs, somehow you even ended up at the right subway station.

There were still too many people, maybe that'd change. You searched yourself another bench that was surprisingly free.

A few minutes later one of the subways came that would bring you home. You collected all of your energy and stepped forwards the open doors. Suddenly more and more people came. Almost everyone who was standing at that station forced their way into the subway.

You stopped. Nothing could get you into there. When you finally regained the ability to move, you moved backwards. You had to get away from there.

You sat back down on the bench. Tears started filling your eyes, would you even get home tonight? It was getting dark. Was it a better idea to just get a hotel for the night? You saw something from the corner of your eye.

A small group of people, looking at you. You knew them. They were part of the entitys slaves. It's killers, the counterside to you. There were four people, all of those four people have killed you multiple times.

And they weren't just looking, it also seemed like they were talking about you.

You, sitting on a bench in a subway station, crying and shaking and sobbing.

And now your "enemies" were seeing you like that. Could this evening even get worse?

You thought it did when one of them started walking towards you.

He walked faster the closer he came, the surer he was that you weren't okay.

"Hey" he said, like five meters away from you. "Hey, what's wrong?" he put his hand on your shoulder and squatted down to see you better since you were looking at your legs because everything else was just too much.

You looked at him, unable to speak but still trying.

"Uhh, I- uh, I I'm.. sorry?" you wiped your sleeve over your face a few times.

He smiled. "What are you sorry for?"

You didn't even knew, maybe the stutter?

He knew what you were thinking so he just changed the question.

"Do you need help, y/n?" he asked, in such a gentle tone.

"Uh, yeah, how do you know my name?"

"You're here since quite a while now. I think we get more information about you, than you about us."

You knew that he was talking about the killers and survivors with "we" and "you".

He then seemed to realize that you didn't even know his name.

He just grabbed your hand, shook it and said; "I'm Ji-Woon, you might know me as Trickster and that over there are Michael, Kazan and Danny. The Shape, the Oni and Ghostface."

"thanks?"

"No, problem, so;" Ji-Woon said and sat down on the bench next to you.

"What's wrong?" he repeated his question fron earlier.

He waited patiently for you to find the words. You then explained to him how your train got delayed an hour ago, how there were so many people, you panicked and now didn't know what to do because you were scared of taking the wrong train or anything like that.

He put his arm on your shoulder while listening.

"Oh, sweetheart" he said in a high pitched voice and the specific way.

The way your mother would comfort you while silently mocking you after you fell from your bike or something like that.

The way someone reacts when someone elses problem is way easier to solve then expected.

"I'm taking you with me" he said, turned around and nodded to the left so the other killers would come over.

"Do you have social anxiety?" he asked.

"Yes" "Can I tell them what's going on?"

"Sure"

His arm was still laying around your shoulders and you kinda started finding it comfortable, maybe even comforting.

You were thinking about leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder but then he talked to the others.

"Our little survivor here has social anxiety and isn't good with train traffic, I'm either gonna bring him to his home or he'll stay with us."

"If I knew you'd call me your little survivor I would've said no."

"You are my little survivor now. Be nice to me, I'm your only way home."

"Any other pet names?"

"Y/n, I can always push you out of the train and abandon you."

"There's our train, lovebirds." Onis Voice was definetely intimidating. Even when he said stuff like that.

Ji-Woon took your hand and pulled you with him, the other killers were behind you. You were finally standing in a train that was bringing you home, but that wasn't the right moment to be happy because Ji-Woon kept dragging you behind him. You tightened the grip on your bag while trying to stay directly behind him. He then pushed you on a seat and sat down next to you, not letting go of your hand. Oni and Ghostface sat down on the opposite side of the four-person sitting arrangement. Myers sat down on a single seat near the group.

Ji-Woon pulled out his phone and checked the time. "We're gonna be home around 10, at first I wanted to bring you back to the survivors mansion but I kinda really want to take you with me for the night. Would you be fine staying over?" he asked.

"Uh, alright I guess." Woah. That sounded so excited.

"I can still bring you to your place, you don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"No, no, I really want to be with you. For the night I mean. Sorry, I'm just a little overwhelmed."

He put his right arm around you and held your hand with his left one.

"Don't worry, it's fine. We'll have to switch subways in a few minutes. Are you hungry? I can ask someone from our mansion if we have leftovers from dinner." Now he was doing what you wanted to do earlier, he looked cute looking up to you like that. His weight on your side was comfortable.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you."

He pulled out his phone and opened a group chat. Then your phone vibrated.

It was your friend, the one you texted with earlier. "And? Did you make it?" It came over like they were trying to make a point. Something along the lines of "See, I told you it was nothing."

Ji-Woon seemed to think the same, he grabbed your phone from you, leaned back against your arm and read the texts from then. How you asked them for help and how they reacted.

He then removed the "Yes" that you had written but not send and starting typing.

It was a long text, starting with the words "Listen here you little shit-".

He sended it, closed WhatsApp and gave your phone back.

"Show me when they answer." He said.

This is the end of my actual prompt, I just started doing anything, I personally don't really like it that much but I think it's ok.

Around an hour and four different subways later you were finally standing in front of the killers mansion. Oni opened the door and Ji-Woon dragged you behind. He never let go of your hand.

Most people there already knew you were coming because of Ji-Woons text, but Susie wasn't one of them.

"Oh, what is he doing here?" she asked.

"He's Ji-Woons little survivor now." Danny said and walked past you, you could hear he was smiling.

"I'm not-"

"Shut up, yes you are." Ji-Woon said from right behind you. "I'll call you my future little cumslut if you don't stop complaining."

"What?"

"Nothing! Come on, let's get to my room."

He dragged you with him again. You started to have mixed feelings about this. You pushed his fingers off your hand and put it in your pocket. He stopped. "What?"

"What? Nothing, everything is fine."

"Why wont you let me hold your hand anymore?"

"I just don't want to be dragged around by you. Can we just go to your room please?"

"Is it because of what I've said?"

"Can you please stop asking questions, I'm uncomfortable enough. You know what, I think it's better if I just go home. Thank you so much for helping me, but that I stay over here was a bad idea. I don't blame you though. See you in a trial or something."

You turned around and attempted to leave but didn't come far. Ji-Woon held your arm tight with both hands.

"Please don't leave."

"Ji-Woon, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but-"

"And I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I'm sorry, please."

"Why do you want me to stay so bad?"

His gaze got even softer and he didn't knew what to say for a few seconds.

"Can we talk about that later please? Can we just go to my room?"

"Are you okay?" Was he trying to manipulate you? If so, it worked.

You sat down on his bed, he was standing at the door. "So will you stay?" he asked. "Yes, I will. But no more dragging and no more of whatever the fuck that was what you said in front of the others."

"It was that? That made you uncomfortable?"

"Of course it did."

"Y/n, that's not a big deal."

"It is for me, when we're here we're not in public, we're not around people that'll never see me again. As long as I'm in this realm these people will see me almost everyday. I'd be fine with it if they'd already known me and if we were a couple or atleast friends but we aren't. Ji-Woon we don't even know eachother. And that just was the first out-of-trial expression the killers got from me."

"Y/n. I understand why you're upset but trust me, they wont think much of you. They're used to me saying stuff like that to everyone. I'm basically the slut of this house, I had something with eleven or more men that live here. You're just overthinking it, it's fine, really."

"Eleven? How many men live here?"

"I'm not sure, the last time I counted it was twenty-three I think. They just keep spawning every few months."."

You laughed, "How often do you count?"

"Not often."

"Did you ever have something with a survivor?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"Who?"

"Leon, Jake, Adam, Felix-"

"Adam? The teacher?"

"Yeah, but it was a one-time thing. Felix was better, and Leon. Oh my god Leon.."

"And all the other men? Was that all more than one time?"

"Yes, everyone else atleast two times."

"Who was the best one?"

"Depends on the theme. Sex in general usually Danny and Frank, kinky sex Nemesis, Doctor, Pyramid Head-"

"Nemesis? Seriously? Tentacles? You kinky bitch."

"Hey! It was good."

"Yeah, you did it more than one time."

"Shut it"

"Since when are you in the realm?"

"One year and seven months."

"Over fifteen men in one and a half year? Damn"

"Y/n are you trying to slutshame me?"

"No, I'm impressed. And you called yourself a slut."

"I said basically. That doesn't count."

"You wanted to get my food."

"Am I your housewive now?"

"Do you want to be?"

"The next time I see you having a mental breakdown on a train station I'll leave you there." he said and left to get your food.

"Fuck you, Ji-Woon!" You yelled after him.

"Do it yourself! Lazy bitch." He yelled back

You closed the door and changed into the clothes he gave you for sleeping. You were surprised he even had normal clothes when he was walking around like a canary bird. A hot canary bird atleast.

He came back, gave you your plate and sat down next to you.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asked.

"Sure." You chose something together and he pulled you close, then pulled the blanket over your lap.

He pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked the chat of your friend.

"They wrote a paragraph about disrespect. Can I write more?"

"Yes, please."

"Ohh, you like what I'm doing, hm?"

Why did he have to say that in such a horny way? He started laughing when he saw how you looked at him.

After you finished eating you put the plate on his nightstand and wrapped your arms around him, finally resting your head on his shoulder.

"Are we still neither friends nor a couple?" he asked smiling.

"What would you say, what are we?"

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Ji-Woon asked.

"I'd love to." He placed a sweet kiss onto your hair, layed his arm around you and started stroking your side.

"This is why I wanted you to stay so bad."

#ji-woon #the trickster #ji-woon hak #dbd trickster #dbd #trickster x reader #dbd trickster x reader #ji woon #ji woon hak #dbd x reader #dbd x male reader

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qutiesquish · 2 years

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“Hexed Child”

Chapter 3 ch1|ch2

Prompt: a child ends up in the Entity’s realm, in the cursed hell where those who had already suffered enough in life had been chosen to suffer for eternity, a hell where they had to kill or survive, and make constant sacrifices. How well will they handle having a child to take care of in this constant game of death.

Authors words:

Gah sorry for the wait;-;

Pronouns: He/Him

Tags: @doggo-owns-this-account

Warning(s): de*th, manipulation, moral questioning, reader throws a fit, Tricksters screaming k!nK

“So.. I just stand here?… why?” {Reader} asked.

The Trickster had dragged {Reader} to the other side of the map, the side where the closest gens near him are already done, leaving Trickster with a higher chance of the other survivors not finding the little boy.

“Because… if you do I’ll uh…” Trickster tried to find something that would catch the kids interest.

Then a flip switched in Trickster’s head.

“I’ll get you a coat like mine! You said you liked mine right?” Trickster watched as the little boys eyes sparkled ever so slightly.

“Really?!”

Trickster nodded “of course, I always keep my promises.”

Trickster just hoped the Entity would let him get the kid a jacket like his, otherwise the kid would never trust him again.

Than again… why did he want the kids trust anyway?

As Trickster was about to go into a deep dive on what his morals were again, a gen popped.

Two left.

“Alright buddy, I gotta go okay? Uh…” Trickster pat his pockets down in search of something.

“Ah there it is!” Trickster pulled out a photo of himself.

“Here, you can draw on the back of this yeah?” He said as he pulled out a purple pen and handed it to the kid.

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With the Survivors

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“I can’t believe you left a kid to deal with him.”

“Shut it gramps.” Feng snapped as the three survivors finished a gen.

“Haven’t heard him scream, so he most likely hasn’t been hit yet, so chill out.”

“Do you really think that kid is looping him that good? He’s just a kid right.” David said, contemplating his life.

“Hell if I know dammit— AHH!!” Bill screamed as he was hit by a barrage of daggers.

Feng and David Ran off over behind some ruins, or “loops” as they called it.

Bill was close to being knocked down but he kept crouching behind this one pallet or the finished gen.

It was getting annoying.

Then finally, Trickster got a lucky shot in as Bill tried to crouch behind the pallet once again.

The idol hummed in content as he broke the pallet and picked Bill up.

Even with Bill’s wiggling, he still hummed in what Bill saw as delight. Oh god did he want to punch the younger purple haired man, if only he could.

“AHHHHHHH!!” Bill’s scream rang out through the realm.

Trickster hit Bill with his bat.

“Arghhh!… don’t you got the others to go get, or are you scared to lose- Arghh!!..” Bill groaned as Trickster hit him again.

“Asshole.”

Trickster laughed.

“Why should I leave when everyone I need to kill is on the other side of the wall to my left?” Trickster whispered towards Bill.

“RU- ARGHhhhh..” Bill groaned as Trickster hit him again and booked it to the other two survivors.

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With Reader

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{Reader} heard Bill scream.

He also heard a loud bang come from the sky above, a thing that looked like his friend, or what Feng called “The Entity” come down and and then retract itself back towards the sky.

{Reader} had convinced himself that he wasn’t hearing anything, at least anything that mattered anyway.

That’s what Trickster told him, anything that he heard in the trial from then on didn’t matter and to wait for Trickster to come back.

Plus, {Reader} was having too much fun drawing the Trickster with him and his pet cat. He missed pebble, hopefully he was okay.

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With the Others

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Feng had gave her life for David as he had escaped the eyes of the the Trickster.

He prayed that {Reader}, who he had learned the name of from Feng, was working on a gen somewhere.

As that thought passed he found a gen that was almost done. David figured that {Reader} was working on it and than the Trickster showed up.

Now assuming {Reader} was looping the Trickster around somewhere nearby as his heartbeat started to speed up.

*BOOM*

Then gen was finished.

One left.

As David tried to hide his scratch marks by walking away, he was suddenly hit by three daggers in the back.

David was now injured.

As David ran through the realm the Trickster laughed out, not too far behind him.

“I haven’t heard you scream enough David! Please! Entertain me for a little!!” Trickster laughed as he threw more daggers.

And just like that, David was down and being picked up by the Trickster.

Once David was hooked, he noticed something.

He saw {Reader}’s aura.

They were laying on the ground.

Had they been slugged and David just hadn’t realized it? Dammit!

The kid is probably suffering over there now.

David watched as the Trickster left towards the direction of the aura.

“You— heartless bitch!—“ David struggled to scream out.

Trickster had sloppily put David on the hook, resulting in one of David’s lungs being punctured.

Of course, the Entity made it so he didn’t die due the injury, but goddamn it hurt like a bitch.

Maybe he should’ve payed more attention and looked for {Reader}’s aura, maybe then he wouldn’t be bleeding out on the ground right now.

David closed his eyes and sighed as the Entity’s claws came down, accepting that everyone was dead and they had lost this trial, he would have to apologize to {Reader} after the match for not noticing him sooner.

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With the Trickster and Reader

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As soon as {Reader} saw the Trickster enter his view he stood up excitedly. Flinching as there was the loud bang from the sky again, though he recovered quickly and practically hopped over to the Trickster.

“Look! Look! Trickster look!” {Reader} shouted happily as he practically shoved the back of the picture of Trickster into his abdomen.

“Hmm?~ what’s this now?” The Trickster said as he slowly grabbed the pictures {Reader} had drawn on the back of his autograph.

{Reader} seemed excited by the question, “it’s you, me, and pebble!!” Poking the back, or the front, of the piece of paper.

Trickster knelt down and put the photo between him and {Reader} “okay now show me who is who.”

“That’s you!” {Reader} said as he poked the person on the left, “me, and than pebble!” as {Reader} listed the names he poked the drawing on the right, and then the one in the middle.

“Oh here!” {Reader} said as he grabbed the paper out of the Trickster’s hands and started writing on the photo.

“There! Now you know who is who!” {Reader} exclaimed happily as he held the now labeled pictures of the three towards the Trickster.

“Why thank you dear~” Trickster dragged out his words as he grabbed the paper and stood up.

“Follow me, we got to bring you back to camp at some point.” The adult male laughed, {Reader} giving him a confused look as he followed behind.

“Camp?”

Trickster proceeded to explain that after the trial, they would arrive back into the forest of “the safe realm” where if anyone hurts anyone, they get punished, and that there were two campsites in the “safe realm’s” forest.

One for killers, like him, and one for survivors.

“You’ll go to the survivor one.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re a survivor.”

“But.. you were nice to me, so I wanna go with you!” {Reader} said as he stopped following Trickster and stomped his foot.

Trickster laughed nervously.

Please tell me this kid wasn’t about to throw a tantrum.

‘Come on, come on…. Think, dammit! Think!’ The Trickster cursed at himself. He didn’t know how to handle kids! Much less an upset one!!

“Uh- well you could always just come to the killer camp when you want..” Trickster paused.

Did he just tell a child… A CHILD, that they could COME TO THE KILLERS CAMPSITE WHENEVER HE WANTED?????

“Really?! Yay! Thank you uh…. Is your real name Trickster?”

“Hmm?~ Of course not! It’s just a flashy nickname!” Trickster smiled.

“Oh.. so what do I call you?”

“Trickster?” The Trickster said, questioning the child.

“Oh! Do you wanna call me by something different? Is that it?” {Reader} only nodded in reply.

Trickster laughed at the child, such a weird little thing he was.

“Hmmm Ji-Ji sound good to you kid? It’s as close as you’ll get to my real name” Trickster said as he held back a laugh.

{Reader} nodded vigorously.

“Alright then kiddo,” Trickster started as he began to hear the hatch, “what about you, ya haven’t told me your name ya know, I can just keep calling you dear and kid after all.”

{Reader}’s eyes sparkled slightly once again “{Reader}!”

“Well then {Reader}, you see that thing?” Trickster said as he knelt down a bit “that’s the hatch, it’s another escape you can use, you got that?”

{Reader} nodded.

“You go through there, I’ll see you soon alright? Just go to the survivor campsite, I’ll come get you after awhile so you won’t be lonely.” As Trickster said this {Reader} nodded quickly, a toothy smiley adorned his face as he did so.

“Okay! Bye Ji-Ji!!” {Reader} shouted as he waved and jumped into the hatch.

Black taking over the Tricksters vision.

He’d have to explain to the other killers about the new survivor situation, but that wasn’t his first priority.

His first priority is seeing if the Entity would get him that damned coat.

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Entity’s Records:

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New Offering:

Child’s Autograph

-strengthens the heart, allowing the killer to perform actions such as vaulting, damaging gens, and breaking pallets 5% faster

#x male reader #x reader #dbd fanfic #dbd x male reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #x child reader #trickster x reader #ji woon hak x reader

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 years

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Hi! Soulari here, I saw your requests were open so I was gonna ask if I could request a trickster x male reader hcs where the reader offers to have sex with him in return for the readers escape? Thanks again and please take your time <3

(Thanks for your request btw!)

Trickster is one of my favorite killers 🤩. no problem dear! )

Trickster with male reader who offers sex as a way to escape:

Warnings: nsft, mentions of sex and erections, cannon typical violence, slight mentions of the harms of the kpop industry.

Ji woon thrives off of being the center of the attention, professionally and within his personal 'hobbies.'

It's a given that Ji woon loves hearing his victims scream and beg for him to take pity in them because of his ego.

Hearing the various horror stories about the Trickster from other survivors, especially from his former manager, you were afraid of facing him- yet you had a curiosity about this knive throwing kpop star.

So when you, a new survivor, were unlucky (or lucky? Depends on your taste) enough to have a trial with Ji Woon, the kpop idol was immediately interested in you- most especially your screams.

Ji woon throughout the trial wondered to himself about what kind of cries and screams you would have as he feels your life slip away.

No ones prepared you when you first took a look at him. You were recently the final survivor as he hooked the Dwight that was on death hook. You were running the map, trying to look for the hatch so that you could escape.

You couldn't help but to look at him when you see the smooth skin of his muscular chest as he moves closer to you. The blades were hitting you as he chased you.

Just as you became injured, blood dripping on the ground, Ji woon trapped you into a corner. In a combination of fear and slight arousal, you did what anyone in your situation did:

"Ah, sir.. before you kill me, i will let you fuck me if you give me hatch. I'll do anything you'll want, just let me live.. I'm new and I obviously don't know what I'm doing here."

Ji woon noticed your nervous studder and bashful body language as you spoke. It was obvious to him that you found the kpop star attractive. If it wasn't the asking for sex, it was the apparent boner you had for him.

This isn't the first time trickster was offered sex from a victim. Given his status as a kpop star and his physical appearance, it wouldn't be a shocker that there's been a past where victims offered themselves to Ji-Woon.

But the real shocker for him was that you were the first guy who offered sex to him for hatch.

One side of the Korean man saw you and your offer as an ego boost. You were a rather good looking guy that wants him.

Yet being in the kpop industry, it's hard for a bi/ pan man like himself to have successful careers because of the producing companies strict rules and regulations on how stars should act.

This offer will end in one of three ways:

The first one is that you shocked Trickster to the point you quickly escape through the hatch.

Secondly, he would straight up mori you right in front of the hatch just because he's that kind of guy that when you just about to think that he would take your offer, he smirks before he moris you.

That last option is that he would take your offer. If this is the case then, you're going to earn your way to the hatch to not get into "too much" details.

I don't think that Ji woon is a extremely kinky sexual partner per say.

I see him leaning more towards playing out the fantasy that you idolize him and ended up being at the wrong place and time. Trickster is one of the most smug out of the killers and it shows.

#soulariarym request #dees lemonade #dead by daylight imagines #the trickster imagines #the trickster x male reader #male reader #queendeeshorrorimagines #ji woon hak imagine #ji woon hak x reader #ji woon hak x male reader

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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Can I request a trickster (dead by daylight )x male reader nsfw one-shot of a reader who’s really cocky and flirty? Kinda like trickster puts them in their place but in a fun way (wink wink) LMAO ok I’m sorry if this is complicated 😭

omg i thought i posted this i am so sorry this took so long its been in my queue for days 😭 apologies for my lack of dbd knowledge

You're no stranger to the Entity's realm, but something feels...different, today. Almost like a crackle of electricity, the feeling in the air is tangible and charged with something metallic.

Something is going to happen this time. It goes as usual, avoiding killers, helping your fellow survivors and trying to find the hatch. It's routine by this point, standard. And yet, you can't help but look over your shoulder. It's not paranoia, it's something else. It's like an itch you're unable to scratch, like a premonition; today will be unlike the other trials.

Sure enough, you're fixing a generator when you see him. But it's too late to act.

Piercing eyes find yours as that vicious bat journeys down your body. You've watched that flurry of knives shred other survivors, but the bat is somehow more frightening. As is his smirk as he flips the power dynamic. Suddenly, you're at his mercy. Fighting is no good, he'll win.

"I'll turn you into a star, just like me, handsome," he promises you. "Just need to show you who's in control."

And if it was anyone else in the trial, you think they would've crumbled. But you're you. Undaunted, stubborn you. The you who's the only one left, it seems.

He saved you for last. Why? Isn't it time to hook you, relish in his victory?

"I want to hear that voice of yours, telling me who's in control. Come on."

Still, you refuse. And pain is your reward, but you still have your dignity.

"You know what I've done? You think I won't do worse to you? Come on, now."

Like he expected, like he was waiting for, you break. In your place, finally.

Victory is even sweeter than the taste of your blood on his lips as prepares to show you exactly who runs this game.

#horror #imelda's writing #slasher x reader #slasher #dbd #dead by daylight #the trickster x reader #the trickster dbd #the trickster x male reader

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lukabitch · 1 year

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It's me, the Trickster obsessed cunt again.

How would he react to a transmale reader getting un-stealthed?

(In case you don't know what stealth means; Stealth= when a trans person passes so well everyone thinks they're cis and they don't come out.)

So the reader passed well when he arrived in the entitys realm, but after a few months someone found out about about them being trans and then tells people their deadname and shows pre-transition photos ect.

(You can also do it with characters of your choice ofc as long as Trickster is one of them).

I’ve actually had a similar situation happen to me once! My resentment for the people in said situation might be showing a bit. Thank you so much for the request! :)

Tw: Transphobia and violence(towards the transphobe of course)

Killers: Trickster, Wesker, and Ghostface.

Trickster:

Was he expecting you to be trans? Not exactly. Will he tolerate the bull fuckery that is happening? Fuck no!

He would firstly make sure who knew about it to be respectful. How? A small bit of broken bones.

Hey it got them to shut up right?

The next and most important thing is making sure your okay.

He would hold you, rubbing circles on your back. He’ll just be there for you.

He might even be so inclined to put on a performance to make you smile.

After he has you pretty stable he’ll ask some questions.

Nothing invasive just ways he can help next time.

“I’m so sorry this happened songbird. You’re a man, my man okay?”

You’ll stay by his side until you fall asleep. He’ll make sure your safe no matter what.

Wesker:

This man is the king of damage control. He also happens to be really good at psychological mayhem.

He’ll round up everyone that knows about it. Though it was only few that really hated who you are he was going to make his point crystal clear.

Some threats and mind fuckery later he’ll start looking for you.

He’ll find you out in the woods crying. Seeing you like this breaks his heart.

He’ll hold you telling you that he got the person to stop.

He’ll tell you stories of some of his life before the fog. He makes sure to tell the funny ones.

Once he has you laughing and smiling he’ll get a bit serious.

He’ll explain that if anything happens to come to him first.

“You’re the best boy I’ve ever known. Please don’t forget that love.”

He’ll hold you until one of you have to leave. He is going to give you a kiss goodbye.

Ghostface:

He stopped it very early. The asshat could only tell a few people before he put a pin in it.

He’ll threaten the others to not say a word and have his fun with the asshat.

I think you know what I mean by fun. I’ll spare you the gory details.

He’ll find you off by yourself looking destroyed.

He walks up to you and calmly sits down. He’ll pull you into his side.

This man is surprisingly good at making up stories. He’ll do anything to get you to smile.

He’ll spin stories about outcasts and mysterious murders. It somehow helped soothe you.

Once he has you calm he’ll tell you how much he cares about you.

“Sweet thing you mean the world to me. You’ll always be my good boy.”

He’ll give a little note and told you to read it when you have dysphoria.

Dwight: Don’t worry it was just that one dick head. We’ll always accept you now matter what. We got to stick together right?

Reader: :’)

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letssimptogether · 2 years

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almost done with the trickster x flirty! male reader so expect that soon babes✌🏻🥰

#slashers x reader #dbd x reader #dbd x male reader #trickster x reader #trickster x male reader

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whore-for-slashers · 2 years

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Women (fem aligned) and minors dni

I only write for men and non-binary people

I am going to start writing for slashers so heres some info if you want to request something<3

Includes : oneshots | hcs | preferences | prompts sfw/nsfw alphabet

Slashers Include :

Michael Myers (OG and RZ)

Lester, Bo and Vincent Sinclair

Pyramid Head

ji-woon hak (the trickster)

Jack Torrence

Jason Vorhees

Brahms heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Billy loomis

stu macher

Ghostface

Billy lenz

Asa emory

The lost boys (Marko,Paul,David,Dwayne)

Sweeney Todd

Beetlejuice

Hannibal lector (NBC)

Freddy Krueger

Harry warden

Albert wesker

If you request a character that isnt on the list i will consider accepting them<3 (And i will add more people later on)

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ghost-1-y · 8 months

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Kinktober 2023 / Monsterfucker Plans (Updated!)

Sea Serpent!Obanai x AFAB Mermaid!Reader – October 3rd @ 6pm PST

Your father had always warned you of the dangers of the deep ocean, demanding that you stay within the safe borders of the underwater kingdom. However, one day, you become curious and secretly travel into waters untraversed by any merperson still alive today – wishing to know what lies beyond the safe confines of your home, not realizing that the countless warnings from your father had been given to you for very good reason.

Incubus!Gojo x AFAB!Reader – October 7th @ 6pm PST

It’s been months since your husband had touched you in the way that you wished, and you’ve started to grow tired of the way he constantly flirts with other women. Completely fed up with both him and the never-ending dry spell you’ve been going through, you retire to the guest room’s bed to fall asleep without your husband, unaware of a shadow that’s been lurking in your home each night, waiting for the right moment to prey on his new victim.

Angel!Mitsuri x AFAB Succubus!Reader – October 10th @ 6pm PST

Mitsuri had always done what she was told to do, singing hymns and praying to her god every single day – ensuring that she fulfilled her duty of spreading the Good News to others far and wide. She never once thought about breaking the rules – much less her vow to chastity, until she found what initially appeared to be a human in a darkened alleyway in need of help, unknowingly falling into a trap that would corrupt her from holiness for the rest of eternity.

Human!Giyuu x AFAB Naiad!Reader – October 14th @ 6pm PST

As a water nymph, you never saw the world from beyond the spring you were born from, having only seen humans come to your spring bearing gifts and performing rituals for the sake of worship. However, one day, a beautiful human male stumbled his way into the domain of your sacred spring, and without offering nor sacrifice to give you, you thought of another way in which he could pay you worship.

Witch!Shinobu x AFAB!Reader – October 17th @ 6pm PST

Your girlfriend usually spends all day cooped up in her cabin brewing potions and studying spells, and, of course, placing the occasional hex on someone she doesn’t particularly like. One day, when you decide to visit her place deep in the woods, she has come up with a rather…interesting potion recipe, and wishes for both of you to try it out together.

True Form!Sukuna x AFAB Sorcerer!Reader – October 21st @ 6pm PST

Having been one of the sorcerers of the Heian Era to attempt to eradicate the King of Curses from the face of the earth, you were the least bit surprised to find yourself awaiting death within Sukuna’s domain. What you didn’t expect was that the Disgraced One had other plans awaiting you, to which you selfishly conceded if it meant you were allowed to live yet another day.

Surtr!Kyojuro x AFAB Worshipper!Reader – October 24th @ 6pm PST

The legends stated that the mighty fire giant would one day bring about the beginnings of Ragnarök and engulf the world in flames. You had been told of these prophecies since childhood and were a firm believer in appeasing the proclaimed Ruler of Fire through worship and sacrifice – just as you had been taught by the village elders since you were a mere child. What you didn’t expect, however, was for the village to turn their back on you and suggest that a human sacrifice would be needed to appease the giant once and for all.

Trickster!Sanemi x AFAB Tricked Princess!Reader – October 28th @ 6pm PST

As the Princess of your kingdom, you have been a voice of authority for all of your royal subjects. In fact, you had grown quite accustomed to your way of living – it was comfortable, and you rather enjoyed having others serve you – believing it was your divine right to have such privileges. That is, until one day you started to notice acts of mischief occurring around the castle – and with no one stepping up to take responsibility, you decided to seek out this imposter yourself, not realizing that was what he had wanted all along.

Vampire!CEO!Nanami x AFAB Secretary!Reader – October 31st @ 6pm PST

As the new secretary for a company, you find yourself excited about getting hired for your first job ever! You never thought to question why the position you’d applied for had been listed as vacant once every few months, nor did you wonder why all of the previous secretaries were female – all you wanted was to impress your new boss with your amazing work ethic. However, as you continue your weeks working for him, you start to notice rather…odd habits, and the more you observe, the more it becomes difficult to ignore – and why was it that the usually stoic man would seemingly become friendlier with you at the beginning of your menstrual cycles?

If you'd like to be tagged in any of these fics, please comment under this post with which ones you'd like to be tagged in! You must be 18+ (with your age in your bio) if you wish to be tagged! No age no entry!

divider credit: @/benkeibear

#kinktober 2023 #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #demon slayer smut #kny smut #jjk smut #obanai smut #gojo smut #mitsuri smut #giyuu smut #shinobu smut #sukuna smut #rengoku smut #sanemi smut #nanami smut

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wheneclipsefalls · 20 days

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Grovel: Part 1

Pairing: Aged Up Lo'ak x Fem Omatikaya Reader

Summary: Lo'ak broke your heart all those years ago. If he plans to woo you once more it is going to take a lot more than a debonair grin.

Warnings: angst, aged up Lo'ak, future NSFW, broken hearts, cheating, swearing, etc.

A/N: I wrote the majority of this in a couple hours so.....it's rough.

You prayed to Eywa it would fit. Getting Lo’ak’s measurements without him becoming suspicious had been a job in and of itself, but now it was sure to pay off. With your relationship being kept on the down low there were truly only a few ways you could publicly show your affection for the youngest Sully brother. Creating this arm band for him had been a delight and had set butterflies off in your stomach.

There was something about the notion of forbidden love that had your heart racing at every moment the two of you stole together. It was new and exciting but even more than that it was a risk that made you feel alive.

It was hard to believe that the two of you had gone from lifelong frenemies to lovers in only a few months. Of course the greatest level of intimacy you had shared were a few tender kisses and snuggling embraces. Lo’ak had been your first kiss, sweeping you off your feet until every other ignorant young male had paled in comparison.

Since then there had been no hope for your young heart to resist. It was everything and more that you had dreamed of since you were a child hearing of your parent’s own love story. Love had been found in the most unexpected of people but it was true. You could no longer deny how hard and fast you had fallen for the male. And tonight you were finally going to tell him.

With a courting gift worthy for the mightiest of warriors your love would be proclaimed and hopefully his own would be there to reciprocate.

A jittering tingle raced down your arms and legs, pushing you to run faster through the forest. It was a miracle you didn’t throw up from the motion after the way your own nerves had tied your stomach into knots. However, running gave your pent up energy somewhere to go and now more than ever you needed a release. Lo’ak didn’t know the two of you were meeting today.

That’s what made it all the better.

A perfect surprise the trickster himself would never see coming.

He would be under the Tree of Souls as he always was in the afternoons, the place where he claimed to have his best thoughts. Someday he would surely tell you what those thoughts were but today you prayed his mind would be full of you. Just the way the bastard always managed to cram himself into every nook and cranny of your mind. It seemed only fair that he suffered the same.

Light still prevailed but new colors painted the sky as Eclipse came inched closer.The tendrils of Vitraya Ramunong were already beginning to shimmer from where they hung.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling when you spotted his slim form, even as your own knees trembled with anticipation.

Just play it cool, you reminded yourself. There was no reason to worry so long as you managed to get out three little words. The intricate beads of the arm band started to create imprints in your palm from how tight you held it.

One last steadying breath before you scaled down the tree trunk. A giggle almost escaped your throat when you had the brilliant idea to sneak up on him. Last week he had given you quite the scare while you were weaving a basket. Now would be the perfect time for payback.

“It’s so beautiful!”

Your feet scraped against the bark into a halt.

“I told you this is the best time to come here.” Lo’ak responded and he wasn’t alone. From this new vantage point you could now see a smaller female figure behind him, her eyes casted upwards at the enchanting view of the Tree of Soul’s increasing glow.

“Yes but I thought that was only your way of getting me alone.” Those long lashes fluttered back at him, a playful smile sweeping over her lips. Lo’ak shrugged, an ever familiar smirk lacing his own.

“So what if it was? I didn’t see you putting up much of a fight.”

“The best predators know the importance of giving their prey a false sense of security.” Her eyes danced with a maturity so beyond her years it was almost vulgar. Lo’ak’s tail whipped back and forth, eating up every taunting seduction from the palm of her hand.

“Well I only let the prettiest girls catch me in their webs.”

The distance was closed between them with only a few steps before she was reaching up on her toes and dragging him into a sinful kiss. One oh so different from the type you two had shared. A sensual kiss that you had only heard of but never experienced. And that was one thing you could tell from this other female, she wielded so much more power and experience than you ever could.

Still that wasn’t what mattered because when they finally pulled apart for gasps of air it was sweet promises of affection and future mating that poured from Lo’ak’s lips.

The same vows that had been clutching your heart over the past few months.

The same lullabies that filled your dreams with fantasies of your lives together.

Today, they sang for her instead.

You were foolish to think they ever belonged to you, nothing more than a beautiful mirage your first love had woven to snatch you up.

A small sob alerted them to your presence. Eyes wide you only stared back at him for a moment before bolting to the trees.

The crafted armband abandoned on the ground.

Lo’ak had always been a pain in the ass. There was no better way to describe him. Not when he was your childhood nuisance turned to first love to then first heartbreak. The day his family left for Awa'atlu you tried to stay strong. At that point things had already been ruined between you. His player nature had been exposed and the male had only a week of trying to explain himself before the incident happened and the Sully family left the Omatikaya for good.

Or at least, what you thought was for good.

Their return had been something that many had hoped for but one that you had never allowed yourself to believe. Even when you were still in the mourning stages of your relationship and their disappearance you had fortified one single idea in your mind. Lo’ak leaving was for the best. It would allow you to move on.

And so you had. Taking much longer than you would have liked but slowly your hammock dried of tears and you began to focus on other things outside of the youngest Sully boy. Your foolish young heart had grown strong in wisdom and might. Your skills as a healer had become more polished with every day you spent under Mo’at’s instruction. Adulthood came and fell upon you in a way that suited your new talents and attitude. Not a day passed where you weren’t seeking to support the clan and People in one way or another.

Tarsem was a wonderful Olo’eyktan. He led the People with the necessary vision and courage it took to keep the Sky People out of your lands. Some days came with great losses, exposing you to more curious injuries by their machines than you could have imagined in the healer’s tent. However, those days you took with pride too. The Omatikaya never lost heart. They never gave up on protecting their home.

You weren’t the only ones either. Stories of battling demon ships traveled overseas, ingraining the memory of mighty Metkayina defending their lands and conquering against all odds. Each time those stories found their way to the fire’s circle you had tried not to envision Lo’ak’s part in all of it. Some days were easier than others. And yet some you couldn’t shake the visual of the warrior that you patched up in front of you being a certain Sully boy and not another Omatikaya warrior. It frustrated you to no end the lengths of your care for him but over time you made peace with the fact that his death was never announced.

And that was good enough.

Because that fact was the only one he had deserved for you to care about and nothing more.

It had taken years, the battle shaping so much of your shift from adolescence into adulthood. When all was said and done, however, the Sky People burned the forest with their demon ships one last time and then they too became nothing more than a star in the night sky. A celebration unlike any other had immediately gone underway. Your older sister, Talu, could hardly breathe with how many beaded and feathered tops she had been commissioned to construct for various men and women in the clan.

Your own work had graciously slowed down and for the first time since perhaps the day those demons invaded Pandora, you relaxed.

Peace was not yours to be had, however.

You had been halfway through washing in the hot springs when the news had come. The Sully family was set to return by the night of the celebration. And not to visit but to reclaim the throne and be herded back as one of the Omatikaya once more and forever. The shrieking females that had run to tell their other friends didn’t seem to notice when you accidentally swallowed and choked on a mouthful of spring water.

They were too busy hypothesizing what the Sully brothers would look like now. Some even made bets on whether or not they would be returning home unmated. The conversation had been the opposite of peace, prompting you to sneak away and have your panic attack in the privacy of your own home.

“Will you stop squirming for one minute?” Talu reprimanded but an amused giggle laced her voice.

“Ma Talu, please tell me you are almost done.” Another pearl was carefully strung through your long wavy hair.

“Art takes time.” She smiled softly. “And that’s what you are. A magnificent piece of art.”

Talu had not necessarily been wrong in her statement. After the countless hours she had put into constructing your curved top out of rare gems and strung your hair with bioluminescent pearls, you had transformed into something of ethereal beauty. And yet, the last thing you wanted was to stand out. What had started as a celebration to be anticipated had for you turned into a nightmare just waiting to happen.

Eywa had given you three days to prepare for tonight. Three whole days where you had solidified your resolve and reminded yourself that Lo’ak Sully was no longer anyone but another clan member to you. You were going to be cordial and respectful like you would another clan brother but no flicker of even remembering your past with him. Not a single mention of how he had shattered your young heart into a million pieces and left you there to weave it back together for years.

The old you was dead and with that so was your relation to him.

It still didn’t ease your dread however. As Na’vi of all ages gathered around hometree and looked to the skies, you had scrambled to look for an excuse to be elsewhere. The air buzzed with excitement and every yip and call in anticipation felt like the chiming of a clock to you. One second closer to facing a part of your past you had buried too deep.

Talu had been immersed in the excitement with everyone else. You had never told her of Lo’ak’s betrayal. Even on the night you found him kissing another girl under Vitraya Ramunong you had fled to cry alone in the woods. Truth be told you had never even told her of the relationship in the first place. It had been something of a secret between the two of you and one that Lo’ak had insisted upon. Of course the truth of why that was important to him had eventually come to light.

Talu yelled and jumped with the others as the far ikrans dotted the horizon. Perhaps she would ask where you had wandered off to later but you had time to think of an excuse. No one had even noticed your absence as you seeked refuge in the depths of Eywa’s forest. The clan had burst into such a ruckus that it took a good distance to turn that shrieking into a distant rumble.

You had escaped in just the knick of time.

The small glowing river fish had swirled around the branch you glided through the water for what felt like hours. It was calming, spending time with creatures that knew nothing of your demise. Still, you couldn’t hide forever. Talu was sure to be looking for you and it was customary to take part in clan events, especially ones as momentous as this.

So many years had already passed and your growth had been profound. Lo’ak had no right to make you scatter and hide like a timid prey. Besides, he most likely would not remember you in the first place. So with that perspective he did not deserve to be remembered either.

Na’vi of all ages bounded and danced with such fervent zeal it could only be described as instinctual. Joy radiated from every pore and each movement was honored as another prayer of gratitude to the Great Mother. Naer [Alcohol] of the finest quality was freely passed and taken until laughter bounced from the trees. Of course the most elaborate and breathtaking attire was worn by clan members, especially those who remained unmated.

Surely post war would be a time for many such pairings to come about and furthermore the ideal moment to start a family.

You shook your head at the thought. It was a charming idea and you had been with more than your fair share of men intimately since reaching maturity but now was not the right time for you. Even then, the right male had not deigned to present himself yet.

Color drained from your cheeks when you finally spotted Talu. Her eyes sparkled with happiness in the moonlight and cheeks ached from smiling so much but she was not alone. A tall figure faced her, leaned against a tree trunk with crossed ankles. Immediately you recognized the specific pattern of jagged stripes that covered his skin.

However, that was perhaps the only thing you recognized from Lo’ak. He had grown. Grown oh so much and you knew he would have, but not like this. Somehow a part of you had still expected the same beanpole of a fourteen year old to show up. Now…Lo’ak had grown in stature in a way that only a Metkayina could. His build was accentuated with thick biceps and broad shoulders that only further brought out the contrast of his tapered waist.

It was as if your eyes were playing tricks on you, searching to find where that lanky boy had gone to leave behind this sculpted male.

His skin was different too. Those stripes you had come to adore during adolescence had now been joined by dark ink. Curious designs lined his side before traveling into swirling patterns that danced over his hips and even outer thighs. Squinting in the fire’s light you could just make out how that ink traveled straight to the band of his loincloth before slipping under.

No.

Nope.

That was dangerous territory and simply none of your business.

Trying to distract your over curious brain you find yourself observing his hair instead. Those two signature braids still hung over his forehead but they were adorned with various objects and shells that you did not recognize. Even more surprising, his decorated braids were tied together as a top knot. It brought out the shape of his jawline and cheekbones, chiseled until they could cut like a knife.

Life was unfair. If you didn’t know it before you surely knew it now because how else could this traitor grow to be so impeccably handsome? Such an enchanting mix of two cultures swirled into one male at his prime.

Your teeth grinding was cut short by a firm hand around your bicep.

“Come, child.” Mo’at sternly directed. She didn’t offer an explanation as you were led to the front of the celebration but you knew better than to ask for one.

Mo’at lined up every healer in front of the ravenous crowd. All it took was one hand in the air to silence the commotion. All eyes turned to their Tsahik.

“My People,” She called in a boisterous voice. “We gather together tonight in thanks of our Great Mother. By her will, we have prevailed as a People with strong hearts. By her mercy, the balance of life has been restored.” The crowd broke out into a chorus of calls and yips that rumbled the forest.

“In gratitude we must not grow weary. Our hearts forever imprinted with the memory of what has been sacrificed. To this I call upon you to look at your brothers and sisters and rejoice! See all that they have given.” The yelling increased tenfold and you swallowed that lump in your throat. You are not about to cry in front of the entire clan.

“I thank those especially who stand before us.” The focus shifted to fall upon you and the other handful of healers to your left and right. Even with the attention born between the group of you, it still weighed heavy. “Those who have stitched our wounds and lightened our sorrows. As Eywa herself has taught us, there is nothing that can not be mended by gentle hands.”

Mo’at stood now between you and another healer, one hand placed on her shoulder and the other on yours. As the cheers bellowed into the sky, you caught a glimpse of Talu pointing you out as Lo’ak leaned forward. She said something you could neither understand nor wanted to know. Gaze forced away by pure will, you barely escaped seeing when Lo’ak’s gaze finally pinned you down.

It didn’t matter, though.

Not when those golden orbs burned like liquid fire through your veins.

There were so many people you could occupy your time with. At this point you were willing to talk to Neteyam if it meant avoiding his younger brother. Pushing through the crowd was more difficult than you anticipated but you prayed that it would be enough to keep Talu and her new friend at bay too.

“Ma Neteyam,” You hastily greeted, signing ‘I see you’ as he turned to face you. It was a miracle you had even been able to recognize the eldest Sully in the first place with his new tattoos and metkayina clothing.

“Ma Y/N.” Although surprised, he returned the gesture with a polite smile. “You look well, sister.”

His voice was so much lower than you remembered.

“As do you.” An awkward silence threatened to settle between you and if you wanted to ward off potential advances you needed this to appear as enthralling as possible. “That is a charming necklace. What is it made of?” Your dainty fingers shakily came to thumb over the obscure object. To Neteyam’s credit, he only barely flinched at your unexpected touch.

“A special sea glass from Awa’atlu. Some beaches are littered with them.”

“Wow, that is fascinating.” It wasn’t. Any other day it might have been but you couldn’t focus enough to appreciate it fully.

“That little piece is truly nothing once you’ve seen the whole beach.” This voice rumbled at your back, just close enough to feel his body heat prickle your skin. Your composure was not easily won over but it was forced into place just as you were forced to finally face him.

“Sister, we have been looking all over for you. Such a busy body.” Talu nervously laughed but one look told you that she knew about your earlier ditching of festivities.

“Y/N.” Lo’ak gave you the same gesture of respect, voice gravely and low in a way that had chills racing up your spine. His eyes made contact with your own for only a second as you returned the polite formalities, eyes shifting to his right shoulder as to feign looking at him properly.

“Lo’ak.” It came out snippier than you intended, evident in the way his eyebrows turned down at the edges.

“I apologize for my absence. I was…caught up.” Lo’ak’s tail flickered at the last part but a charming grin still stretched across his lips. Stepping out of his line of fire you divulged a distraction by initiating Talu and Neteyam’s greetings. This way you were able to take some much needed steps away from Lo’ak and focus primarily on the other members present.

Neteyam and Talu filled the conversation easily, only requiring a few additions from you upon occasion. Even when it waned into subjects you were far from interested in, your body remained braced and alert as if you were swallowing every word said. The perfect defense against meeting Lo’ak’s gaze again. Even a protection against drooling over his muscular physique that had surely been carved by Eywa.

“Well I shouldn’t leave my sister.” That snapped you out of your daze immediately.

“She can dance with Lo’ak.” Neteyam smiled, as if he hadn’t just granted your worst nightmare come true. And to him he hadn’t because when you stuttered to find a response that reaction was only seen as adorable nerves. One that Lo’ak quickly stepped in to charm away.

“Do not worry, tanhi. I’ve learned to not trip over my feet now.” And he grinned. That bastard had the audacity to jest and tease like the two of you had been old friends. Talu sent you a pleading look, one that said you would never hear the end of this if you didn’t play a good wingwoman right now. There was little that could be done about it now as he led you into the crowd.

Lo’ak was true to his word. He had become quite the dancer, enough so that your own actions could easily follow his lead. When your hands occasionally brushed you tried to sweep them away as soon as possible.

“You’ve grown.”

“What?” You shouted back over the banging drums and he laughed in response.

“I said you have grown up, tanhi. Can’t believe it.” His fangs peeked out as he grinned, so carefree and genuine it sent your mind racing. Who the hell did he think he was?

“Well that happens.” You answered shortly, strategically choosing now to swerve into a spin. Anything to avoid his gleeful expression.

“I mean yes of course but I just didn’t think it was possible for you to become even more beautiful.”

The spin grinded to a halt. Lo’ak stopped dancing too but where his expression flitted with flirtatious amusement your own was nothing but pure ice. It cut through him until that smirk was wavering.

“Are you fucking serious?!” The heaving drumming was a welcomed source of privacy, distracting the others from your rage. Everyone besides Lo’ak, whose brows knitted before letting out a short laugh.

“Um yes? I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh I wouldn’t put it past you.” Bitter and harsh like the look in your eyes, Lo’ak was taken aback.

You didn’t give him time to recover, however as you slipped past the other dancing Na’vi. Lo’ak caught up easily, long legs keeping him right on your heels.

“Woah woah hey, y/n. Where are you going?”

“Away from you. I don’t have time for this.”

He caught your arm when the two of you had just reached the outskirts of the celebration. Hois hand was slapped away but that didn't stop him from blocking your escape.

“Time for what? I’ve just missed you is all.”

“Missed me?” His words were so infuriating that you found your own sputtering to form sentences. Was it possible he suffered a brain condition? Memory loss? How else could he stand before you now and pretend that the last note the two of you had left off on had not been him shattering your heart. “You….” Another steadying deep breath in. “You think that after what you put me through that you could come back in and sweep me up for a hook up?”

Lo’ak shuffled backwards slightly, away from your accusing finger.

“Tha-”

“Or maybe you have already forgotten what happened. I’m sure it would be easier to ignore how you acted like the clan’s whore while spewing promises to me.”

His jaw dropped, all evidence of that confidence swept away.

“Well in case you’ve forgotten, you’ve already screwed over this girl so cross me off your list.”

It seemed that his brain was lagging because this time when you shuffled around him you weren’t immediately cut off. Still, it appeared he had maintained his forest legs because he didn’t struggle to make up for lost ground.

“Y/n, I didn’t….” He sighed through his nose. “It’s just that….that was so long ago. I didn’t even know how much of that you remembered.”

“Excuse me?” You wheeled back on him, taking secret pleasure in the way Lo’ak did in fact trip over his feet this time. He recovered quickly but there was a frazzled energy to his movements.

“No, no! Shit I…. that came out wrong.”

You save him the trouble of trying to string together an explanation. It was worth neither of your times not to mention how silly you felt for bringing it up in the first place. What did it matter after all these years? Nothing. That is what you had always told yourself and his appearance was not going to change that.

“Lo’ak, mawey. You’re right it was a long time ago so let’s just put it behind us and make one thing clear.” His ears perked, eyes rounded as it appeared the very breath in his lungs became stagnant. “We are not friends. I’m happy for you and your family but only in the way everyone else is happy for your return. You stay in your lane and I will stay in mine. That way, everyone is happy.”

“Not everyone.” He murmured, ears pressed flat against his braids.

There was a flicker of hope present in his eyes, as if waiting for you to spontaneously forget the past and welcome him with open arms. You hoped your speedy exit was enough to blow that flame out.

This is my random little story I've been working on to keep my mind off the break up. If you like it, please let me know and I will continue to work on and post the next parts:)

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