#& thinking THINKING about him wrapping it up into this very tall braid out his face

[geroya]

aaaAAAA MORE XARIS POSTING :)

[kelcemenow]

Dream Girl.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 4810

Warnings Smut, fluff, language, alcohol, angst...just, tread carefully.

This was an anon request, how exciting! This was my first request and I am very open to receiving more! I embellished the plot request a little bit, to add some angst as I've not got a lot of that in my other stuff so far. I hope I did your request justice, whoever you are! "Heyy i have a request if you ever wanna try it, I meet Travis at Coachella this year I was thinking if you could do a fic x reader where they bump into each other at a concert/festival and one thing let to another"

The crowds were busy and the sun was hot, which only made it worse. People were shoulder to shoulder, stranger skin's touching and you were trying your best to keep your personal space.

But you loved it.

You had counted down the days to Coachella. Planning the trip, organising travel and accommodation. Each year you had wanted to go but finances and work commitments made it impossible. But since you had launched your own beauty brand, everything seemed to fall into place. You were able to attend this year as an influencer, securing luxury accommodation in one of the Safari Campground's stunning yurts.

"Okay, let's get a drink and then go to see Blondie?"

You quickly glanced at your watch before looking back to Ayla, your best friend and business partner who was attending the festival with you.

"Sounds like a plan."

You both made your way across the grass to the nearest bar, stopping to take a couple of photos. As you joined the end of the line, you pulled out your phone to post the photos to your business page. You were slowly getting close to the front of the line when you were bumped into by someone behind you.

You shot Ayla a look of annoyance but decided to ignore it. You were expecting this and you had attended festivals in the past with a similar issue. It was busy, you understood that, but when the stranger behind you bumped into you again, you turned your head slightly and cleared your throat.

In your peripheral vision, you could see a small group of tall men behind you, talking loudly and fooling around.

Ayla nudged your arm, "Just boys acting like little boys."

You nodded in agreement and stepped forward as the line moved along when a loud voice behind you pierced your eardrums.

"Hey yo! Can we get some beers here?"

Your eyes furrowed and you spun around, "Excuse me, but-"

Your heart dropped at the sight of the man before you. Nike baseball cap, colourful striped t-shirt, white denim shorts and bright sneakers. He had a trimmed beard and sunglasses covering his eyes but you recognised him straight away.

"Travis?"

"Y/N." He smiled back, reaching out for a hug.

You awkwardly accepted the embrace, wrapping your arms around his 6 foot 5 inch frame. You pulled away, your breathing quickening it's pace. You could barely keep eye contact with him as he tried to catch your gaze.

"How've you been? It's been a while."

"Y-yeah...I've been great."

"What can I get you?" You heard an unfamiliar voice behind you.

You spun around to face the bartender and froze, your mind still focusing on the burning feeling in your chest.

"Four beers, please." Ayla shouted over the noise of the music.

You smiled at Ayla and picked up the bottles, quickly turning and walking briskly away from the bar. Ayla tried to keep up with you before stopping you with a hand on your shoulder.

"What the hell, Y/N? Who was that?" She pushed her braids away from her face as she turned her head over her shoulder to get another look at him.

You blinked and took a sip of your beer, "That is Travis Kelce. Tight End for the Kansas City Chiefs. Two-time Superbowl winner. Eight-time Pro-Bowler and four-time All-Pro. Fastest Tight End to reach-"

Ayla waved her hands in front of your face, "Stop, stop. I have no idea what you're talking about."

You took another sip. "My childhood sweetheart."

Ayla's mouth dropped open, "Oh dang."

"Oh, dang indeed." You took another sip and started walking further towards the crowd gathering at the stage. "But it's no big deal, it was 10 years ago or something."

Ayla stood in front of you, "Yeah...but you should totally go and speak to him. He's fine! And he's looking at you."

You felt your cheeks blush instantly. You and Travis had been friends all through High School. He was a year older than you but you had grown up together and your parents were friends so you spent a lot of time in each others company. You were his date for his senior prom and he told you he had always had a crush on you. Since then, your friendship blossomed into an intense and long relationship. You eventually joined him at the University of Cincinnati but when he was drafted to Kansas City after college, you couldn't take it.

"So, are you saying that football is more important than me?"

"No, but you are just as important as my career." Travis tried to reach out for you, "Move with me."

You pushed him away. "I can't, I have work and school."

"This is an amazing opportunity for me."

"You just don't get it."

Ayla grabbed at your arm, "Oh shit, he's coming over."

You raked a hand through your hair quickly and looked down at yourself, making sure that you looked good. Ayla winked at you and stepped back a bit, pulling her phone out to pretend she was making a call.

You felt his presence behind you and took a deep breath before turning around.

"Hey." You breathed.

His eyes travelled down your body and back up to meets yours.

You held up a finger, "And you can stop doing that, right now."

Travis laughed and glanced to the floor, rubbing his palms together, "You haven't changed one bit."

You cocked your head to one side, "I hope you have."

He held his hands up, "Woah, where's all of this hostility coming from, man?"

You sighed in frustration, "What do you want, Travis?" Folding your arms across your body.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Ah man, do you still hate me that much?"

"I don't hate you, I-" You stopped yourself immediately. You sighed again.

Travis' eyes flickered around your face, hoping for a sign of what you were going to say to him.

After a short silence, you shook your head, "Look, I'll see you around."

You started to walk past him when he grabbed at your wrist, stopping you with his face inches away from yours.

"I hope so. You look good, Y/N." His voice was low and gruff and it made you go numb for a second.

You managed a small smile before walking towards Ayla, your heart aggressively beating out of your chest.

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"Call me! On the line, call me, call me any, anytime!" You screamed as your arms waved wildly in the air.

Ayla had her phone pointed at you, singing along with you. The tassels on your denim jacket swirling and shimmering in the light.

You felt your phone vibrate in your bag. You reached for it and unlocked the screen, your eyes narrowing as you opened up an Instagram message.

"killatrav: Come meet me by the VIP entrance. We could talk?"

You locked your phone and placed in back into your bag, choosing to enjoy the festival, instead of dragging up old memories.

"I love you so much, Y/N." He grasped at your hands, desperate.

"I love you too, Travis."

"Just not enough, huh?"

"Will you stop? It's difficult. We're both young, Travis. You have this huge future in front of you. I need to stay here and focus on my last year of school. I need to have a future too."

"Not with me? Is that what you're saying?"

"I need to give myself a chance. I can't be hanging onto you all of my life. I need something for myself. I want to graduate, start a business, make something of myself, just like you will. But I need to do this on my own."

Travis looked utterly defeated.

Suddenly, Ayla's phone was in front of your face and she appeared next to you, ready to take a photograph of the pair of you. You plastered on a wide smile and winked for the camera, wrapping an arm around her waist to get in closer, allowing the past to fade from your mind.

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You gently rubbed your clouded eyes as you walked back to your yurt for the night. Ayla and yourself had danced and laughed all night, enjoying the music and drinking beer. Now, you were heading back to sleep for as many hours as you could grab before starting the next day of the festival. Ayla had planned to go to an early Yoga session at the Wellness Oasis the next morning and you had agreed to go, although you were currently regretting that decision.

"Ooh, no line at the bathrooms, hold on. I'll be just a minute."

You took hold of Ayla's bag and smiled, "No problem, I'll wait here."

She disappeared into bathroom area as you scrolled through the photos you had taken that day when someone blocked the light shining from the lamp next to you.

Looking up, you saw Travis grinning down at you. You rolled your eyes and returned to you phone.

"Oh man, come on! Are you not pleased to see me?"

You looked back up at him, "Travis, I came here to have a good time-"

He came closer to you, your bodies almost touching, "I can give you a good time."

You playfully hit his chest, instantly reeling at the hard muscle under his shirt, "Will you stop?"

There was a slight giggle in your voice which lightened the mood. Travis rested against the fence next you.

"Will you at least just tell me why you hate me? You broke up with me remember?"

You looked down at the floor, "Travis, I said earlier, I don't hate you..."

He almost reached for you but stopped. You looked down at his hand.

"...I love you."

Travis' mouth opened slightly. You finally met his gaze and blinked away some tears that were pooling around your lower lash line.

"Shit, I'm too drunk for this right now." You shook your head and started to walk away.

Before you could make one step, Travis blocked your path. He suddenly grasped at your waist, pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss felt frantic, messy but you melted into it for just a second before pulling away.

"Travis." You stayed close to his face.

"Y/N?" Ayla said from behind you.

You whipped your head around and stepped away from Travis.

"Am I interrupting?"

You cleared your throat, "Yes, thank you. Come on." You took hold of Ayla's hand and left Travis where he was standing.

"What is going on?" Ayla panted as she tried to keep up with you.

"I just need to get away from him."

"Why?"

"Ayla, I've spent 10 years of my life trying to forget about Travis Kelce. And him being here now...it's just bringing all of these feelings back that I don't think I ever got over." You slowed down to a stop.

Ayla reached forward and stroked your hair, "Aww, honey."

Your eyes darted around to make sure he hadn't followed you, "Can we just go back to the yurt and go to sleep?"

"Sure." She gave you a gentle and sympathetic smile before taking your hand.

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You breathed in deeply, listening to the relaxing music and stretched into your next pose. You had decided to go to Yoga with Ayla, figuring that an hour of relaxation would do you some good.

You closed your eyes and focused on the sounds of the rain stick, but it only made your mind wander to memories of Travis' senior prom. The sound of the rain against the roof of his car. The smell of Travis' cologne. The feeling of your dress resting on your knees.

"Shall we go in?" You asked him.

"Wait a minute...at least until it stops raining."

You laughed, "Travis, that could take all night!"

He smiled, "I don't care. I'd much rather sit here with you than go in there anyway."

"You're crazy!"

Travis took a deep breath, "Y/N, I need to tell you something." He was looking down at his hands, fiddling with the bottom hem of his blazer.

"Oh, there's Stephanie!" You spotted your friend at the driver's side window, waving your hands wildly, "Stephanie, we'll be there in a minute!" You shouted through the window.

Travis took your hands in his own and held them tight, "Y/N, I'm trying to tell you something!"

You blinked and lowered your voice slightly, "Okay, okay, go ahead."

He hummed gently, "We're friends, right?"

You squeezed his hands, "Best friends."

"Yeah." Travis paused, "But...have you ever thought that we maybe could be anything else?"

You pushed your eyebrows together, "What do you mean."

Travis began tracing small circles on the back of your hands with his thumbs, "Y/N, I like you, I always have." He breathed a laugh, "Shit, I've had a crush on you since we were, like, 13."

Your eyes widened as he spoke.

"I've never had the guts to tell you but since I'm going to college I...I thought I had nothing to lose?"

Your lips parted slightly, a small breath escaped and you looked into Travis' eyes. They were full of apprehension and nerves, emotions that were rare for him. You were so used to seeing him being confident, almost cocky but here he was, completely vulnerable and open to you.

You smiled, "Travis-"

"If you don't feel the same way, that's fine. And we can just go in there and enjoy prom and pretend that this never happened. But before you say anything else-"

"I love the way you eat hotdogs in two bites. I love the way you dance every time you score a touchdown or a three pointer. I love the way you smile at me from across the cafeteria and the way you always let me pick the movies we watch. I love that you're always the first one to back me up with anything, even if I'm being a jerk. I hate that you're about be 3 hours away from me but most importantly, I hate that it has taken you this long to tell me how you felt, because...I love you, Travis."

A slow smile crept onto Travis' face before he leaned forward and kissed you, the most gentle but most passionate kiss. His hands stayed grasping at yours, his cologne filling your nostrils.

"You're my dream girl."

You opened your eyes as the sound of the rain stick stopped and the instructor stood up. You could feel tears building up in your eyes and you attempted to sniff them away.

As you made your way out of the Wellness Oasis, you looked up at the morning sun. You needed to find Travis, to speak to him and get some closure.

Reaching for your phone, you quickly typed out a message.

"I need to see you."

You kept your eyes glued to the screen as you waited for a response.

"Where are you? I'm coming now."

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You found a relatively quiet area in the camp lounge, sitting yourself down on a yellow beanbag. You were nervous and anxious, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

A figure blocked the light streaming in through the entrance to the large tent. Travis looked just as nervous as you felt, but he smiled when he spotted you. You stood up, instinctively, to give him a hug as he got closer to you. He felt stronger than you were used to. He had grown in 10 years and you sighed at the safe feeling his arms gave you. You sat back down and he followed by pulling up another beanbag in front of you.

He glanced at your mint green leggings and matching cropped shirt, "You had a workout?"

You smiled, "Eh yeah, I did some Yoga this morning."

"Wow." He smiled, "I remember when I could barely get out of bed for class."

You nodded, "Things have changed."

The smile almost faded from Travis' face, "Yeah, it seems so."

There was an awkward silence.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Travis widened his eyes and sat up slightly, "What?"

"Why didn't you call me? Text me? Anything?"

"You said you didn't want me to." There was almost a crack in his voice.

You frowned, "Because I was hurt. I felt like you didn't care about me."

"I cared about you a lot, I did care about you...I still do care."

Another silence. You weren't sure what to say. Resting back onto your beanbag you looked around at the small pockets of people around the tent. Relaxing, reading, cooling off from the sun and chatting. You turned back to Travis to see he was still looking at you. Your heart ached and your chest burned with a mixture of feelings, but the emotion at the fore front was love. He had changed physically; his stature was somehow even taller than you remembered and his shoulders had broadened. His face had aged well, growing into his features making him undeniably handsome. His eyes hadn't changed, though. They still pierced into yours, causing your stomach to bubble with excitement just as it used to.

"I saw you launched a beauty brand?" He fidgeted with his fingers.

"Uh, yeah. Last year, actually. It's...going really well." You nodded and smiled.

"That was always your dream." His lips flattened against each other into a sad smile, "I'm really proud of you."

"I'm proud of you too, Travis."

He rubbed his palms together, "I missed you though. It isn't the same without you at the games."

You smiled, "You've done just fine without me."

"I didn't want to though." He cleared his throat gently.

You opened your mouth but Travis leaned forward.

"Can I take you on a date?"

You laughed, confused, "What? Here?"

Travis looked around, "Why not? Look, come to my cabin that I'm staying in."

You chewed on your bottom lip and your chest was rising and falling quicker. "O-okay."

His mouth moved into a smile, "Okay, great! I'll send you the location."

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"Oh my God? Oh my God. Are you really doing this?" Ayla looked at you with wide eyes.

You ran your hands through your hair, reaching for your compact mirror, "Yeah, why not?"

"Well, just yesterday you were saying that you didn't want to bring up any old feelings? Now, you're doing the complete opposite."

You sighed, "I just want to spend some time with him. I think...I think we could still have something."

Ayla paused and raised her eyebrows, "You think?"

"Don't look at me like that." You snapped.

Ayla leaned back, "Woah, woah, relax. I just don't want you back here in a couple of hours upset and crying and saying you never should have gone. I'm just looking out for you, honey."

"I know what I'm doing." You tried to reassure her as you closed your mirror and returned it to your bag.

"And what is it that you're doing?"

"I don't know. But I want to see him. Whatever happens, I have to at least try?"

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The sounds of the festival were low and muffled through the walls of Travis' cabin which was luxuriously decorated in warm oranges and neutral greens. You had already had some beers before you arrived to calm your nerves and now you were sipping more on Travis' bed.

"Remember when you broke the ladder to my tree house? My Dad was so mad at you." You laughed. "He'd only just built it!"

Travis placed a hand over his stomach as he laughed, slightly rolling towards you, "Oh shit, yeah. I thought he was gunna kick my ass that day."

"I still don't think he's forgiven you." You looked away, "He's also a Raiders fan."

Travis' hand moved up to his chest as he groaned, "Ahh, Mr Y/L/N! Why you gotta do me like that?"

You relaxed slightly and laughed along with him.

"Remember when my Mom walked in on us when we were...?"

Your eyes sparkled as you sipped your beer, "Mmmm, oh yeah! Bless her heart!"

"She was happy in the end though, she always liked you, she still does. She asks about you sometimes, you know? Asks me if I've spoken to you."

Your tipped your head to one side, pouting your lips and touching his arm subconsciously, "Aww I love Donna. I miss her." You placed your drink on the small table next to the bed.

Travis leaned across you, putting his beer bottle down next to yours, "Do you miss me?"

Your eyes burned, "Everyday, Travis. I miss you everyday."

His gaze lowered to your mouth before returning to your eyes. He licked his lips as he leaned in closer, hovering over your mouth.

You froze, just inches away from his face, a throbbing starting to grow in your core. Travis took a deep breath before you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his with a firm pressure. Your eyes flickered shut and your mouth moved with his. Travis brought his hand to your face, gently caressing your cheek as you rolled your body towards him, your chest pressing into his. As the kiss became deeper, he lifted himself slightly so that he was almost leaning over you and you responded by grabbing his shirt and pulling him on top of you. Your back hit the soft mattress and Travis' hand began to explore you. You smiled slightly as he ghosted over your breast, almost unsure if you welcomed his touch.

Almost immediately, you placed your hand on top of his and pushed it onto your chest, allowing him to grab at the flesh underneath your clothes. Travis's hips bucked forwards into your pelvis and you could feel a hardness that made you tingle. You groaned into the kiss, tugging at the fabric covering his body. He stood up quickly, pulling his shirt off over his head. Your eyes gleamed at your studied his torso, sporting more hair and defined muscles than you remember. He bit down on his bottom lip and he crawled back towards you, fingers running over the low neckline of your sequin dress. You sat up and lifted the dress off, exposing your matching lace bra and thong. Travis' face froze as he stood up and he breathed hard and fast, eyes tracing your body longingly. You raised up onto your knees as Travis remained still at the foot of the bed.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you kept eye contact whilst you slowly lowered his shorts and black briefs in one motion. His cock sprang free and bounced slightly in font of your face. It was hard and a small bead of moisture had formed at the tip. You licked your lips and slowly took his entire length in your mouth, your head starting to bob. Travis let out a low grunt and carefully placed his hand at the back of your head. Your tongue ran up and down his entire length and you saw his thighs start to twitch. Quickly, you pushed your head to take his dick deeper, the tip pushing against the back of your throat.

"Oh, baby." Travis moaned.

You gagged slightly, saliva forming in your throat. With a gasp, you tilted your head back and swallowed. Travis took his thumb and ran it over your bottom lip.

"Babygirl, I've missed you so much."

You smiled, letting him guide you back down onto the bed. He kissed you lazily from your neck to your hips, his hands pulling your thong down. His eyes looked at you hungrily as you took your bra off, your nipples hard with arousal and your skin speckled with goose bumps. His head lowered down and you watched as his soft lips placed small kisses around your waist and inner thighs, waves of pleasure forming every time he was close to your pussy. You whimpered when he nibbled at your sensitive skin, his action getting closer and closer to where you wanted him. He quickly looked up at you to see your face before his tongue flicked at your clit. You cried out and he smiled that he was causing you to make those noises again after so long. As his tongue expertly worked at your folds, you were becoming more and more breathless.

"Travis...Trav-uhhh...that feels..."

He hummed as he pushed his tongue against your pussy, licking your folds slowly and gently. He lapped up the wetness that was forming before bringing himself back up to you. You lifted your head to kiss his lips, his trimmed beard glistening.

"You taste so sweet." His voice was a low groan.

With one quick action, Travis lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and ran his length down your folds, your wetness coating his dick. You gasped as he ground his dick against your pussy, his tip grazing your clit with each motion.

"I need...I need you."

Travis pressed his forehead onto yours and looked deeply into your eyes, "You want it?"

You nodded, shakily, "Yes, please. P-please, Travis. I need you inside of me."

He carefully lined himself up before pushing the whole length of his hardness into you, your eyes widening with each inch. You cried out again, your mouth gaping open. Travis began thrusting gently, keeping full eye contact with you. You looked at him pleadingly as his eyebrows lowered more with every thrust. Your breasts were bouncing quicker and when your eyes rolled back into your head and your back arched upwards, Travis responded by pushing into you even harder.

You squealed and grabbed onto the bed sheets with both hands, biting down on your bottom lip. Travis brought his mouth to your neck, gently sucking and groaning against your skin.

Travis' shoulders seemed to tense and without warning, he flipped you around on top of him and your knees landed either side of his hips. His thick cock was still inside of you and without missing a beat, you started bouncing. Travis reached out for your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You looked down to him and his face was quivering. You could see he was close so you leaned down, his dick now grazing your g-spot. You wanted to climax at the same time as him so you arched your back and bounced your ass up and down. Travis moaned even louder with your action and closed his eyes, his jaw clenching.

You sped up, the sound of your inner thighs slapping against his hips loud in the air. Travis opened his mouth, grunting breathlessly. You could feel your own core tightening at his impressive stamina, his hands lowering to your waist, leaving red marks in their wake. Your bounces became lazy as your muscles were tiring so you leaned forward and angled your body downwards, letting Travis' entire length fill your pussy. Grinding back and forth, his tip grazed your walls, making your arousal cover his cock. You smiled at how wet he was making you, a shiver travelling down your spine as your nipples rubbed against his chest hair. His hips bucked upwards, making his dick go even deeper than you thought it could.

Suddenly, Travis rolled over, his length exiting you with a wet sound. He turned you onto your side, moving close in behind you. You lifted your knee, making your pussy accessible for him. With one hand holding your breast and the other hooked around your lifted leg, he pushed his cock back inside of you with ease, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. He moved slowly and gently, massaging your breast with a light touch. Your skin tingled and you squeezed your eyes closed, pushing your face into the pillow. Travis snaked his hand around to your chin and pulled your face towards him, peppering your cheek with sloppy kisses. His grip on you tightened and he groaned in your ear, making you close to orgasm.

"I...love you. I always have." He grunted through his breaths.

His words made you clench your walls around him, making your swollen clit burn and release an intense high across your whole body. Travis lifted himself slightly onto his elbow so he could look into your eyes. He stared deep, watching your face squirm with every thrust. You could feel his pace labouring, signalling his nearing approach to orgasm. With a few aggressive thrusts, Travis' eyes grew wider and he let go of your leg, his hand moving directly to your clit. He growled as he filled you with his semen, covering your lips with kisses.

You laid in his embrace for a moment, letting your breathing slow down. His hot breath against your neck, he loosened his grip. He relaxed onto his back and you rolled over to rest your head on his chest. Pulling your arm over him, he stroked your hair.

"You're my dream girl, Y/N."

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That got rather smutty. More than I anticipated, actually. I hope you enjoyed it. I may consider doing a request/prompt list if I start to get more and people are enjoying them!

[sarahwroteathing]

Stockings, fluff, Steve Rogers

You were half-frozen and half overheated by the time you reached Steve’s apartment, bundled to high heaven in two shirts, two sweaters, a scarf wrapped all the way up to your nose, a puffy coat, and a hat that almost covered your eyes entirely. You knew you looked ridiculous, but the look Steve gave you when he answered the door, amused but undeniably endeared, made it hard to mind so much. While you tossed your hat onto the small table by the door, he hooked a finger in your scarf, tugging it down just enough to press a smiling kiss to your lips.

“Excuse me, pal. At least take my coat first,” you said, laughing as you followed his defensive point to the mistletoe he had tacked over the doorway. 

“You decorated!”

“I did!” he said, looking extraordinarily proud of himself as he helped you out of your coat and one of your sweaters. 

“You do realize you’ll be giving out a lot of free kisses with that mistletoe placement though, don’t you? The poor mailman is going to fall in love with you.”

Steve snorted, and you couldn’t help but break into giggles thinking of his elderly mailman with his silver braid and curly mustache. 

“I just hung it up when you said you were on your way. I can move it.” 

You smiled, finally getting your wet bootlaces untangled and wiggling free of the heavy snow boots with a relieved sigh. Finally feeling human again, you looked up at Steve, who was leaning against the wall watching you with a little smile on his face like he’d be perfectly content to stare at you all evening. 

“Hi,” you said, dragging him away from the wall for a long hug, snuggling your face against his soft, green sweater.

“Hi,” he whispered back, giving you a gentle squeeze until there was no space between you at all. 

“Wanna show me your decorations?”

“Mm… One more minute?”

“Retirement is making you soft, Rogers,” you laughed.

“Yeah. I’m okay with it.”

When Steve was satisfied, he let you go with a kiss to the forehead, taking your hand to lead you farther into the apartment. 

It was cute, what he’d done to the place. Understated but cozy. There were extra blankets on the couch, a maroon chenille and a deep green wool. A neat row of red votive candles sat on the coffee table, and a surprisingly tall Christmas tree was tucked into the corner, more garland and lights than ornaments. But it was what hung from the two little hooks on the wall that made you press your hand over your mouth to hide a smile.

“What?” Steve asked, having spent the last few moments looking at you while you looked over the living room.

“Nothing! It looks lovely. Very cozy!”

But when you walked over to sit on the couch, he followed you with slightly narrowed eyes.

“Did I leave a price tag on something?”

“Not that I can see.”

Steve grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch just as you reached for it, holding it behind his back.

“No soft new blanket for you until you tell me.”

You bit your lip, glancing again at the socks hanging from the wall by the loop of ribbon safety pinned to the top. 

“I just um… Did you hang socks on the wall?”

Steve followed your gaze.

“Yeah? But they’re the nice fluffy ones you like. They’re not… running socks or something.”

“Okay…” you said with an endeared smile. “Just asking.”

“People don’t do that anymore, huh?” he asked with a self-deprecating smile. 

“I’m sure some people do! Most probably get the stockings they sell in stores though. They’re bigger and easier to put stuff in. But I remember we used knit socks one year when I was a kid! We had just moved and didn’t know where the Christmas stuff had ended up.”

“One year when I was about… ten, maybe? Ma had a few dresses that needed to be retired. It was getting too obvious how many times she’d had to mend them, I guess. So she had me cut them up, and we used the fabric to sew stockings. They kinda looked like quilts.”

He smiled at the memory, and you squeezed his hand. 

“I love that.” 

“I can go buy some stockings tomorrow. You want to come? Pick out your own?”

“Absolutely not. Leave the socks. They’re cute,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Just like you.”

“Cute?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Mhmm. And charming. Also like you.” You gave him another kiss. 

He shook his head at you, but he was smiling now. 

“And if you want…” you started hesitantly. “I mean, I have a few old shirts and things that could be retired. If you wanted to maybe make some little quilt stockings together. But I don’t want to barge into an old family memory so -”

You didn’t get to finish your overthinking spiral because Steve took your face between his hands and silenced you with a warm and enthusiastic kiss.

“Oh!” 

“I love that idea,” he said, leaving you with one, two, three more soft little kisses.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

[tokyorevismylife]

Ladies Man- Pt.1

a ran x reader series

trigger warnings: a little cussing, reader is female

A/N:  I’ve decided to post more often, so here is a Ran dump I had saved in my drafts, because I love him so much.

Ran Haitani was the epitome of a ladies man. The very definition of one. His appearance and his charming personality was enough to with anyone over. Tall, well built but slim, with long hair tied up into braids, a pretty face and most of all, his calculating violet eyes that managed to capture the hearts of any girl he set his sights on. And he just was so seemingly effortless and graceful in all that he did. He was suave, charismatic, the list goes on. Not to mention, being able to take charge over the Roppongi district at such a young age and being apart of multiple gangs did wonders for the bad boy persona that so many females seem to like. Long story short, these advantageous traits made him extremely attractive. That’s why Ran Haitani, has always lived the good life when it came to dating. With one luck, he can wrap a girl around his finger. Who wouldn’t use this skill to their advantage?

This is precisely the reason when his younger brother Rindou didn’t even bat an eye when yet another one of his girlfriends came over to his house to disrupt the minimal peace he had. Living with such a popular brother like Ran isn’t easy. Naturally, with talents like these, a little bit of bragging is clearly understandable, right? So, obviously, Ran showed them off at every given moment. At last, what seemed like centuries later, the girl left looking utterly pleased that she was able to spend some time with a guy that seems like he came out of some fantasy shoujo manga. 

After she left, Ran plopped on the living room couch looking bored and displeased. “What’s up with you?” Rindou inquired. “Shouldn’t your dumbass be smirking in my face telling me about how many girls you manage to pull?

 “Aw come now, I understand you’re jealous but that’s no reason to insult your phenomenal elder brother, now is it?” Ran retorted. 

Rindou merely rolled his eyes, however his exasperation quickly faded when he saw that the look on Ran’s face returned to displeasure. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? How can you look dissatisfied after hooking up with a girl?” Rindou asked his brother.

“I wish I could be as simple minded as you, Rindou.” The elder Haitani melodramatically sighed. “You see, when you’re as attractive as I am, you can get anyone to like you. And that’s exactly my problem. I get all these girls to like me, and majority of them are smoking too. But they’re all the same, just trying to get in my pants because they think I’m some hot bad boy gangster, which I mean, I am....but I think I just want someone to like me for me.”

Rindou blinked. “Bro... are you on crack?”, was the only thing the younger Haitani was able to spew out after hearing Ran’s rather surprising monologue. “I never thought I would see the day where Ran Haitani would be tired of hooking up and actually want to commit to a relationship.” Ran didn’t say anything but glared at his brother. Rindou, if he wanted to, could also be a complete asshole. “Well, Ran, you’ll find someone someday. But, there is no point in moping around. If you want a committed relationship with someone, get off your ass, find someone you like, and use your charms. And quit hooking up with girls who only want you for shallow reasons if it bothers you that much.”

Ran stiffened at being called out but grudgingly accepted that his brother was right. Rindou has always been the wiser one among the two. He simply tilted his head back against the couch and hoped that someone would come along soon...

“CRAP!!!” I’m gonna be late!!” You leapt out of your bed, when you realized that school would start in 20 mins. You had spent majority of the night before cramming for an extremely important test of yours, which lead to you oversleeping due to your exhaustion. Within a matter of minutes, you somehow managed to shove some sort of food in your mouth, sort your appearance out and pack your bags before bolting out the door. 

“I think I may just have set a world record for fastest time to get ready”, you said as you were jogging at a quick pace. You pulled out your phone and checked the time. “Oh god, I’m gonna have to speed things up a notch if I want a hope of making it.” You swiftly quickened your pace. Upon focusing on being able to maintain a steady pace, you weren’t paying attention too much, which caused you to full on collide with an extremely tall person, which caused them to spill their drink they were holding, on their clothes. 

You straightened yourself out before looking up at the stranger. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I was in a rush because I didn’t want to be late for class and I wasn’t paying attention.” You looked at the guy, who had shrewd, calculating eyes and stared at you. “Um, I’ll probably be late, but I can buy you a drink to compensate?” You got a better look at the man, and despite being soiled with his drink, he was extremely handsome, with long braids accentuating his pretty face. And..silent. He was starting to freak you out. 

Meanwhile, in Ran Haitani’s mind, he didn’t know how to speak. He couldn’t gather his voice. What the hell is happening? He thought to himself. He was basically a professional flirt, so why was he struggling so much to recollect himself? He looked at the stranger before him. She was tinier than him, and stared at him apprehensively, and not to mention, she was incredibly cute. Beautiful. But not like anyone he was used to dealing with. He was used to dealing with girls with top-tier designer clothes, heavy makeup, and professionally done hair, and well... she was the opposite. She had a basic school uniform thrown on, which was disheveled, and a couple crumbs of food on her cheeks. And, she spilled a hot drink on him. So, how did Ran Haitani manage to fall so hard? 

“Hello, dude...are you good?? Yes or no to that offer? I’d really appreciate an answer fast. I need to go to school.” You asked him, nearing the end of your patience. He snapped out of his reverie that you placed him in. “Hm..I dunno...I, Ran Haitani might need something more...” And at that, he internally cringed. Where had his eloquence gone? I, Ran Haitani?? Who says that in this day and age?? So, therefore, Ran wasn’t surprised when you looked at him funny. “Well, pretty...how about a date with me, hm? I think that’s payment enough. And, I promise it’ll be fun.” That should do it, Ran thought. Most girls would swoon if they could spend one NANOSECOND with me. And, your disgusted face made his heart drop, and he felt nervous. This was the first time he was so desperate for a girl to say yes. He wondered how someone like you managed to have so much power over him. How did you make him, of all people become a simp?

“Um...no thank you. I’m not really into the arrogant pretty-boy asshole type. But look! Those girls are!” You exclaimed, pointing to a small group of screeching girls staring at Ran. You pushed past him, as he stood dumbfounded. But, you quickly turned back and pushed a wad of crumpled bills into his unsuspecting hand. 

“For the drink. Sorry for the disturbance, Ran Haitani.” And with that, you managed to make Ran Haitani come to a standstill. All he could do is stare at your distant figure, that retreated quickly.

[daddyy333]

“Please come back to me” | Lo’ak x human!y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sort of mentions death, implied death of reader, Lo’ak is scared to lose reader, ?

summary: Lo’ak does not want y/n to transfer her consciousness because he doesn’t want to risk losing you

anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀

“Baby! Baby!” You say, running through the forest to find him. He smiles as he sees you, adorable and tiny as hell as your small legs run with speed to get to him. You looked so beautiful, your freshly braided hair blowing in the wind and the woven dress Neytiri made for you accentuating your curves even more.

Once you got caught up to him he quickly scooped you up and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You giggled and he said “what’s got you so happy today, my little love?” “My avatar is ready. I’m gonna test it out in a few hours, Lo’ak, are you ready? I’m gonna be just as tall as you, you won’t have to carry me anymore!” You said and his eyes widened, chuckling a little.

He kept moving as he said “that’s amazing, sweetheart, I’m happy for you” He was, truly. It’s just that he knows what’s coming and he knows it’s coming so much sooner now. Having an avatar is fine, but he knows you prayed to Eywa every night when you were younger begging her to make a Na’vi instead of a stupid tawtute. One day, very very soon, you were going to want to transfer your consciousness to your avatar body.

He was terrified for that day to come. He was worried that even after your deep connection with the great mother despite your lack of a kuru still wouldn’t be enough and you would not pass through the eye of Eywa. Mo’at had told you and him numerous times that was unlikely, but he didn’t believe it. He would rather die than even think about doing something that might take you away from him.

When you entered your avatar body for the first time he was busy hunting and Kiri, Mo’at and Neytiri guided you instead. He hadn’t seen your avatar body at all that day, or even the days after that. It was like he was avoiding you. It made you feel a little insecure, you’d been so excited about this and you thought Lo’ak would be too.

Less than a week later your ceremony came. You knew the ways of the people since you were just a baby, you only had to get used to using your avatar body. Once you were Na’vi, you’d be able to connect with the great mother, complete your iknimaya, and become a woman in the eyes of the clan, and mate with Lo’ak. Everything you’ve ever wanted.

“Lo’ak! Are you going to bring the avatar to the tree of souls for me?” You said, a bright smile on your face as your little legs tried to keep up with him. He sighed and said “um…I thought you were gonna have my mother do it”

You and Neteyam were so close as he was the one that originally found you. You were only a couple months old, your mom had just died and your dad had already died before you were born. The scientists at the lab must’ve gotten tired of you crying, at least that’s what you thought because they had kind of just thrown you out in the forest. You crawled around for a while, eventually crying your ass off for probably days until Neteyam found you.

Neteyam has since told you you were really skinny, and he could tell you just missed your mom. He brought you to his mom and dad and refused to let them do anything but let him take care of you. Of course Neytiri and Jake did a lot of work, but Neteyam took you everywhere.

He would take you with him while hunting, training, cooking, anything. He made a baby wrap so he could still have you with him while you slept and spent so long caring for you. You’d sleep cuddled up with Neytiri a lot, even though Neteyam took care of you. He says it’s because you saw her like another mother.

If it weren’t for him, you might not even be here. So it was kind of assumed that Neteyam would carry you to the tree of souls to transfer your body. Lo’ak was relieved, he didn’t know if he could do it. He almost wished he didn’t have to be there. It's like giving away your soul to the great mother himself.

“Well…I mean your mother is very important in my life but so are you. You’re going to be the father of my children one day” you said and he blushed at that. He chuckled and said “no, you’ll change your mind” he replied, he always insisted you didn’t actually love him and just didn’t know how to say no.

“So…are you?” “I um…I don’t know if I can” he said and you furrowed your little eyebrows. God you were so cute. He sighed and said “I don- I-I don’t even want to be there if I'm being honest. I don’t want to give your soul away to the great mother, y/n” “What? Lo’ak, I thought you said you were okay with it. You gave me your blessing!” You said and shook your head.

You started to get anxious now, did he really think you weren’t worthy? That you would pass through the eye of Eywa. “I just want you to be happy. But I’m scared, oeyä ‘eve. You’re everything to me, I can’t lose you” he said and tears filled your eyes.

You sighed and said “I am not worthy? Do you really think that?” “No, no it’s not that- I shouldn’t have said anything. Just, go get ready. The sun's starting to set” he said and you scoffed. He walked off you and you shook your head.

You didn’t go get ready, instead you hid in your hut which you rarely used because you slept at the Sully home so often. No one would think to look there for a while. You looked in your mirror that you had and more tears filled your eyes. Lo’ak was right. How could the great mother willingly accept a disgusting vrrtep?

Your chin trembled, you knew things were too good to be true. Did Lo’ak think less of you because you were human? Was he beginning to not love you? He promised he always would. Maybe that is why he didn’t see you yet. You were too different.

“Baby! We’ve been looking all over for you” he said as he came into your hut, crouching down next to you. You shook your head and said “it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to do it anymore” “what? Why? Is it because of earlier? Y/n-”

“No, you were right! I am not worthy. The great mother would never accept me, I’ll never be more than a vrrtep. I’m not good enough, not for the great mother and certainly not for you” you said, refusing to look at him.

He rubbed your back and said “baby, that’s not what I meant. I just…I’m just so scared. The great mother is ready to welcome you as one of her children, everyone knows that. But god, I’m so terrified to lose you. It’s my worst fear, baby. If I lost you I- Eywa, I don’t know what I’d do”

“But what if you’re right?” You said, finally looking up at him. He sighed and said “I guess we’ll just have to find out. Please…don’t let me ruin this for you. I’m so sorry, I should’ve been nicer. This should’ve been so exciting, and I ruined it”

You shook your head and said “it’s- it’s fine. I’ll go” “if you’re not ready anymore we can wait” he said and you stood up, walking away. The feast was already prepped and the whole clan was anticipating this. You couldn’t let them down.

Lo’ak came in and smiled at you, as beautiful as the day he truly fell in love with you. You smiled at him just barely. He caressed your hair and said “are you ready? I’m going to take you. Neteyam will bring the avatar”

“Lo’ak-” “shh! I want to. Come,” he said, bending down. You walked over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He scooped you up and noticed you were shaking, something you did when you were…damn it he couldn’t remember the word. Started with an a maybe?

“Y/n…you know you’re gonna be fine right?” He said and you shook your head. He let out a shaky breath, he felt terrible for scaring you and he was trying to convince himself you’d be fine but he couldn’t.

He whispered a prayer over you as he walked, making you shake less. “You’re going to be just fine,” he said, gently setting you down. You looked up at him, reaching up to touch his face one last time. He caught your hand and kissed it, holding it tight.

Tears filled his eyes as he gently lifted off the mask and kissed you gently, but longingly. “Please come back to me,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he stopped kissing you. He whimpered and you smiled slightly. “I-I promise. I I-I swe-ear” you said, struggling to breathe.

He smiled, kissing your cheek gently before he stood next to his mother, father, brother and grandmother. “You don’t come back and we kill you, girl” Neytiri said, a sad smile on her face as she cried.

She felt like she was giving up her child to the great mother, she was so scared. She didn’t feel this way with Jake, she convinced herself the great mother wouldn’t dare take him away from her and well, she was right. But would the great mother bless her so greatly twice in one lifetime?

You closed your eyes, your heart rate slowing and beginning the ritual. You relaxed, trusting that whatever happened was meant to be in your last moments in the human body. Lo’ak was shaking with fear, every prayer he called to the great mother wobbly and choked out. He was begging her, begging her to give you back to him. He made countless promises to the great mother, intending to fulfill every single one should his prayers be answered.

Mo’at called for everyone to stop and many of the clan members' ears perked up, tails swaying nervously as they watched. Lo’ak whimpered, running over to your avatar body as he called a prayer over you once more.

“Y/n…don’t…don’t do this. You promised me. You said you’d come back,” he said weakly, his entire body shaking. Mo’at bent down, whispering a prayer as her hands ghosted over your bodies.

“Just…wait,” she said, singing a prayer by herself. Lo’ak cupped your cheeks, sighing softly, giving up on hope. Just then, you opened your eyes and took a deep breath.

The clan gasped with joy, all whooping and yipping as they all cheered for you. Lo’ak’s body racked with sobs, Mo’at began to cry too. Neytiri and Jake ran over to you, hugging you tight as you sat up.

“Oh, sweet child. Thank you great mother, thank you!” She cried, the biggest smile on her face. You chuckled, looking up at Lo’ak. The truth was, he hasn’t looked into your avatar’s eyes not one time.

“Oel ngati kameie” he said, shocking you and himself. You blushed and tears spilled from both of your eyes rapidly. “Oel ngati kameie, sayríp”

Neteyam ran over and hugged you tightly. You looked around at the clan, looking behind you at your human body. You then looked up at Lo’ak with tears in your eyes as you whispered “I told you I’d come back” he scooped you up in his arms, standing up and shouting out at the clan.

He was so happy you came back to him. He should’ve known you would, your soul too pure for Eywa to withhold from the clan. He set you down and almost blushed when, despite being several feet taller than before, you still had to look up at him.

You threw your fist up, howling with the clan. You jumped down, hugging the children and the elders who also raised you your entire life. You’d never felt so loved. You felt like you belonged.

Kiri shoved him as she said “of course his skxawng ass scared her into thinking she wouldn’t come back” Neteyam laughed and so did Jake and Neytiri. Lo’ak shook his head and said “shut up! You wouldn’t get it cause nobody wants to mate with you” “Lo’ak! Be nice” Mo’at said and Kiri giggled.

Taglist: @laylasbunbunny @goddesslilithmoriarty

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

Chris Sturniolo

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[moralesmilesanhour]

Hi! I'm currently reading all your works cause i've fallen in love with the way you write. I was wondering if maybe you were interested in writing some kind of deep interaction between Rio and Miles G (42)? I really like the way you portray him, and I feel like Rio would be against him taking the responsibility of being the man in the house. Like (i think) she'd be thankful, right? But I think she'd be telling him that she's able to take care of them both, that he's too young. But, idk, I'd just love to see how you think they'd interact.

Tysm, that means a lot :')) and yes I haven't gotten the opportunity to write extended familial interactions yet!! (apologies for the lack of Spanish, I am not a native speaker and this is very dialogue-heavy. I wasn't about to risk it lol)

Miles carefully peeled open the envelope of cash that Uncle Aaron had given him at the small dinner table.

"Here, let me," Rio reached over to try and take it, but the boy held it to his chest.

"Lemme just count it real quick."

The woman chuckled as the boy rapidly sifted through the crisp bills with the expertise of a salesman.

"Whose money is it that you need to count it?"

"Just makin' sure," Miles said with a grin before sliding the envelope over to her.

Rio took it and rose from her seat to store it in her room upstairs.

She set it on her nightstand, next to a framed family photo and a blown-out scented candle. A younger Jeff had his arms wrapped around her and an eight-year-old Miles, who still smiled with all (or most) of his teeth. Rio had hardly known what to do with his hair, so he sat on the high stool with a little afro. The little boy's hair had stayed like that until he came home crying from school one day, fussing over 'his hairline'. By fifth grade he had gotten a fade. By tenth grade, he came home with freshly-braided cornrows and two shiny studs in his ear.

The sound of sizzling and popping in the kitchen broke her out of her reverie.

"Miles, what's going on in there?" the woman called out as she hastened down the steps, fully prepared to put out a fire if need be.

But there stood her son, now tall and wiry, looking up at her with a pan full of simmering vegetables and meat in one hand, and the other hand on his hip.

"I'm just making dinner, mami."

The boy pressed his lips together. Rio had that far-away look on her face that she got when he was about to be bombarded with baby stories. Again.

"Do you...need something?"

"No," she replied as she leaned against the entrance. Watching.

Waiting for him to overcook something or forget an ingredient, providing an opening for her to take over. He had homework to do and yet, here he was, worrying about dinner and counting money.

...Unfortunately, he was currently preparing everything just like she had taught him.

"So? How's school? You still talk to that Lee kid?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

"You hang out still? I haven't seen you with your skateboard in a while."

"Sometimes-"

"You know, now that I think about it, don't you think that thing's getting kinda old? We could see about getting you a new one."

The boy shrugged, his gaze fixed on the pan in front of him.

"Don't shrug at me. You know how I feel about that," the woman padded over to the kitchen cabinet, carefully removing two dishes before setting them on the counter. "and stand up straight, you're slouching."

Miles ignored her and took a plate, scooping rice into it. He added in some of the contents of the pan before offering it.

Rio looked at the plate. Then at Miles. Then the plate again.

Her son's brows furrowed in concern. "Is it bad? Did I screw it up?"

She gave the boy a sad smile before taking the dish, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"It's fine, it's just...you know you don't have to do this, right?"

"No offense, mami, but you had McDonald's for dinner last night," a grin played on Miles' face, "and the night before that."

Rio gave him a playful smack on the shoulder.

"Miles, I'm serious. Your uncle and I are working so that you don't have to worry about anything. Understand?"

The boy looked unconvinced, but he nodded anyway. "I got it."

Before turning to leave the kitchen, the woman stopped.

"One more thing,"

"Yeah?"

"Remind me to take you to that skate shop on Saturday, seriously!"

Miles laughed, "Copy."

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I free-wrote this instead of outlining, so I hope this is deep enough of an interaction! Thanks so much for reading <3

[maverickbabes]

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

Aged!Up!Lo'ak Sully x female!human!reader!

Lo'ak and Reader are both 19

Warnings: Angst to fluff, cussing, insults, size/height difference, hurt y/n, cute and fluff ending. I think that's all :)

Summary: Lo'ak and y/n are fighting and Lo'ak insults her, not knowing how much it hurt her. Y/n breaks up with Lo'ak and he plans something cute and romantic trying to make it up to her.

A/N: Hi my darlings. So my writer's block is somewhat gone so I was able to write this which i'm very happy about. My depression is still kicking my butt but I'm trying to power through it :) Enjoy!

requested by: @ella34435

"Lo'ak you need to be more careful" Y/n scolds him as she begins wrapping up the small wound on his arm. Her mask makes a hissing sound as she takes a breath and Lo'ak rolls his eyes as he turns his head to look out of the hut, annoyance evident on his face.

"You wouldn't understand" He mutters under his breath as he gets up and begins to walk out of the hut. "Hey what did you say?" Y/n asks concern in her voice while she reaches for his much bigger hand, halting him movements.

Lo'ak closes his eyes in frustration as he turns around to look at y/n. His tall 7'7 frame towered over her small 5'4 frame. "I said you wouldn't understand" He repeats as he looks down at her and y/n shakes her head in disbelief.

She grabs both of his hands into her and pulls him closer to her as she tilts her head up to look at him. "I do understand Lo trust me I-" She says but Lo'ak scoffs and lets go of her hands. "You don't! You aren't a clan member" He said as he turns around and begins to walk out of the hut.

"I DO understand Lo'ak! Just because I'm not a fucking clan member doesn't mean I don't understand you!" Y/n shouts at his backside and this makes something snap inside him. He turns around so quick causing his two braids to whip around, the beads clanking against each other.

"You're not like me who's some freak that has five fingers instead of four! All you are is a stupid sky person that has to breathe through that mask just to survive on Pandora!" He snaps as he huffs in anger. Y/n could feel her heart break just from that sentence her boyfriend said.

Stupid sky person

Needs the mask just to survive on Pandora

Stupid sky person.

Tears brimmed in y/n's eyes as she looked down at the ground, silence falling between the two. "I can't do this anymore" She whispers as she ran out of the hut tears streaking down her face. Lo'ak eyes widen as he realize what just happened.

She broke up with him.

"Y/n. Baby wait" Lo'ak says running out after y/n but soon stops once he realizes that there was no way he was going to catch up with her. Defeat flooded through Lo'ak as he hung his head low, slowly walking back to the hut with a frown. He really fucked up this time didn't he?

He didn't mean what he said, he was just frustrated and took it out on his girlfriend. "I need to make it up to her" Lo'ak mumbles to himself as he begins to devise a plan so he could show her how much he does love her and apologize.

"Baby bro, why are you pacing around?" Neteyam says to Lo'ak and he looks towards the entrance of the hut to see his older brother standing there with a small smile. "I kinda really fucked up with y/n today and I'm thinking of a way to make it up to her" He explains genuinely feeling horrible for what he said.

Neteyam nods his head in understanding then walks over to his younger brother to give his shoulders a squeeze. "You got this mighty warrior" Neteyam encourages as he ruffles up his braids, earning a playful hiss from Lo'ak.

The next few days Lo'ak planned a romantic date for y/n. Y/n was in the healer's hut organizing and restocking the supplies when she saw the front flap open, revealing Lo'ak. She stops herself from rolling her eyes as she gets up and begins to focus on another project - On the other side of the hut.

"I come in peace" Lo'ak says, lifting his hands up in surrender as he gave her a small smile. "You're not injured, so what do you want Lo'ak?" Y/n said with a hint of sadness and hurt as she leaned against the table and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Okay I deserved that. I was wondering if you can come with me?" He asks as he walks over to her, noticing how her cheeks were dusted with a light pink tint just from him moving closer to her. "I don't know Lo'ak. We broke up and I d-" She starts to say but he cuts her off as he knew what she was going to say.

He grabs her hands into his and gives them a small squeeze, smiling at how her hands were so small compared to his. "I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere romantic" He says as he reaches up to move some of her stray hair that fell over her mask.

Y/n leans into his touch for a moment before opening her eyes and looks up at the boy she loves oh so much. "Fine. Lead the way" She tells him reluctantly and he smiles widely before taking her by the hand and running out the hut.

"Lo slow down!" Y/n screams cheerfully with some fear laced in her voice as she nearly falls over her feet multiple times. Lo'ak stops in his tracks before turning around and picking her up bridal style. Y/n lets out a giggle as she looks in the direction he was walking while Lo'ak chuckled to at her clumsiness.

"Why are we going to the forest Lo?" Y/n questions as she looks up at him and he glances down at her before looking forward once more. "It's a surprise y/n. It's worth it, I hope" He says whispering the last part at the end as he maneuvers his way through the forest while his stomach starts to flutter with butterflies.

"And we're here" He says setting y/n down gently on the ground and she looks in front of her in shock. In front of her was a blanket with a variety of snacks and drinks, including some riding gear for y/n. "You did all of this?" She asks surprised as she could feel the tears form in her eyes.

He nods grabbing her hands and gets down on his knee so he can be eye level with her. "I planned this for you so I could apologize. You're not a stupid sky person. You're my person and I love you. I know you need that mask to survive and if you didn't have that mask, you wouldn't be here

And I thank my lucky stars that I get to see you everyday. I know you're planning on transferring to your na'vi body but I love you just the way you are. I love you and I'm sorry" He explains to her feeling a tear fall down his cheek and y/n sniffles before wrapping her arms around him, squeezing tightly.

"I love you too Lo. I'll always love you" She whispers as she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. God she missed him and missed being his. After a few moments had pass, he reluctantly releases from the hug to look at her and she places her hand on his face.

"Can I be yours again Lo'ak?" She says her voice cracking a little and he nods his head before wrapping his arms around her once more, pulling her onto his lap. He held her in his arms and she lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him. "I want to try something" She mumbles as she takes a deep breath then takes off her mask.

Lo'ak eyes widens in concern as he was about to say something but she grabs his face and crashes her lips against his, instantly shutting him up. His large hands find their way to her hips and he pulls her impossibly closer to his chest as they stay like that.

"Mmm" Y/n hums into the kiss before breaking it and immediately putting her mask back on. Lo'ak looks at her while a whole bunch of emotions go through him all at once.

Happy, Scared, Loving, Aroused, Content

Instead of doing what he originally had planned, he moved everything off the blanket and laid down on it with his arms opened for y/n to accept. She shakes her head before laying down next to him and snuggling up against his chest.

"I love you y/n" Lo'ak whispers as he runs his fingertips across her arm. "I love you Lo" She repeats as she smiles before looking up at the Tree of Voices, thanking Eywa silently in her head.

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Chapter Two: Alhaitham

cw: modern au (whoops), sfw, noise overstimulation, cursing (once or twice I think), 2nd POV, not proofread

Sumeru Boys x GN! Reader

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"If I were to choose any darshan that isn't my own, I personally would choose Haravatat. I didn't because there are too many essays… same thing with Rhawatist. That's what I like about Amurta, oftentimes the results speak for themselves."

"Oh, Alhaitham, it's you."

It seems he did not mean to ask a question, because he did not push for you to answer for your presence. You glanced at him a couple times during the beginning of class before eventually relaxing and easing into your studies.

Your professor was a tall and lanky man, who looked overly exhausted. He had a slight Fontaine accent, and he gave you the feeling that he once had big dreams that he had long since given up on. It was something about that dull look in his eyes that made you pity the man. Whatever small pity you held for him, however, did not stop you for glaring daggers at the back of his skull after he announced that the very first project of the year would be an introductory presentation completely in the language of Old Fontaine.

As class wrapped up, you began to pack up your things. This was your last class of the day, and you were ready to go have dinner with Layla. Finally, the class was finished. You had taken notes to the best of your ability, but you were one-hundred percent sure that you wouldn’t remember anything that happened today any better than you remembered what your cousins’ names were (which was to say, poorly).

Just as you began to stand up, you felt someone watching you. You glanced behind you and met eyes with Alhaitham. What does he need? You wondered, staring blankly into his eyes. He blinked, as if confused. Whatever small expression his face had held disappeared as soon as it had come, leaving him with the same blatant disinterest he had shown previously.

“You have very neat handwriting; it accompanies the language well.” He spoke. As far as you could tell, it was a sincere compliment. His lack of tone made guessing a little difficult, but he certainly didn’t seem to be taunting you.

“Yours as well. I would have admired it a lot when I was a child.” You nodded, holding your tongue. You would have admired a lot more than his handwriting if you had met him when you were younger. If you had known him, he would have been very likely to be the unlucky victim of practically idolization due to your lack of social skills. You cringed, shaking away the memories of your own awkwardness.

He walked next to you as you left the room, not bothering to hold the door for you. You hadn’t expected it, but you certainly noticed the door swinging a little wider than necessary, allowing you to slip out behind him while still shuffling your belongings around in your bag.

You walked beside each other in silence, and eventually stopped at the same spot in front of the building. “Are you waiting for someone?” You asked, holding your hair back. The wind was blowing hard enough that it was inconvenient, and you didn’t have a hair band within reach.

“Yes, I am supposed to be taking my roommate home. If he doesn’t show up soon I’m leaving without him.” He also brushed back a particularly long section of hair, glancing down at you.

“Fair,” you muttered, setting down your bag so you could find your emergency stash of hair ties. Layla had a tendency to ignore weather warnings and the sorry state of her own hair care items, so you always had some extra things on hand. You grabbed two from their respective pocket and held one our to Alhaitham.

A small look of amusement pulled at his lips. “For me?”

“Yes, for you. I don’t see any other person in need of one standing next to me.” You shoved it into his hand and tied your own hair back. When you looked back at him, he had a cute little braid that held his bangs in place.

You stood next to each other in silence a while longer until you heard a frantic, out-of breath voice calling your name. “Y/n! Y/n! I’m so sorry, I fell asleep during class and-” Layla huffed, grabbing your hand. Alhaitham looked at the her, biting back a smart comment.

“It’s okay, Layla. We don’t have a reservation or anything.” You smiled and patted her head, attempting to calm her frazzled nerves. “Keep the hair tie, I’ve got plenty. Buh-bye!” You told Alhaitham and gave him a little wave. He returned the gesture, then watched as you dragged Layla away.

“Buh-bye.” He muttered, a little amused. He hadn’t heard anyone over the age of nine say that as far as he could remember, much less a college student. He could see why Tighnari had been speaking your praises all morning. You were such a cute little underclassman, and not too intense either. You had been interesting to watch during class, and kind enough to lend him a hair tie. Yes, it wasn’t much, but it was still a gesture he could appreciate. He found himself looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.

“So… Alhaitham, huh? I guess you’re just making friends with all the upperclassmen now. Or are you just going after the pretty ones?” Layla teased. You sighed and shook your head, smiling as you rummaged through your closet. Layla had already picked out an outfit from your collection of her clothes that you had happened upon over the years of your friendship, and was now waiting for you to finish finding one. You debated a complimentary blue dress to go with Layla’s, but ended up wearing one of your go-to outfits.

"He's in my language class. It wasn't a big deal of anything," you waved your hand, adding a few accessories. "What shoes go with this?"

"Stop avoiding the question," Layla slumped against your mattress. "He fits your type perfectly. Actually, most of Tighnari's friend group fits your type…"

"Pfft. Me? A type? In men? Good one, Layla. What exactly would my 'type' entail? Besides, it's nothing anyway." You snickered while pulling your hair out of your face. The wind had calmed since that afternoon, but not by much, and you weren't planning on taking chances with messing up how nice you looked.

"Well, for one, you like smart people. You don't feel dragged down by having to explain complicated concepts to them, and you can have a conversation about your interests without sounding like a mad scientist."

"Rude," you interjected.

"You know it's true," Layla rolled her eyes at you. "Besides that, you've admitted it yourself. Beautiful men with pretty eyes are your second weakness."

"Right behind cute animals… shit, Layla, why do you have to remember what I say?" You whined, setting down your things and turning to your friend.

"I wonder the same thing sometimes," Layla sighed. "Anyways, are you ready to go?"

You hummed in response, picking up your bag with your wallet in it. The two of you got into your car, a gift from your father that was running on hopes and dreams plus a little bit of dad magic, and drove to the restaurant.

Ever since the two of you were little, you had both loved this restaurant. When your parents asked where you wanted to go out to eat, you almost always ended up there. You each had your favorite meal, but the food was so good you were up to try practically anything on the menu. The cozy, warm vibe combined with your casual familiarity with the family that ran the place were just the cherries on top of the cake that was the delicious food.

Tonight wasn't supposed to be any different than all the ones before. Comfort food after long, exhausting days littered your memory throughout the years for almost as long as you could remember. The only thing that had changed was the company you came with. It used to be a family thing, but ever since you had learned to drive, you started going with just Layla instead of a big group.

That was exactly what you had expected for dinner, but apparently fate had other plans. Just as you had taken a seat, you felt a twinge of déjà vu. Layla blanched, grasping frantically at the table cloth.

"You felt that too, right? That sense of… foreboding?" You muttered, reaching for her hand.

"Yes," Layla hissed, whirling around to look at the door. "I am too tired for whatever is about to happen. I have this awful feeling that this isn't going to be a quick meal."

She was right. You turned just in time to catch sight of certain seniors of yours wandering through the door. Anxiety shot through you like a bullet as you hurried to look away and act normal. As anyone who has ever tried to "act normal" knows, it didn't go too well.

"Well, look who it is, the cute freshman! Hey, Y/n!" Kaveh grinned at you. You gritted your teeth and tried to get your erratic heartbeat under control.

"Dinner sure is gonna be fun," you grumbled, putting on a smile and ignoring the burning feeling in your face. "Hey, Kaveh, company."

"Mind if we join you? This is our first time here." Cyno gestured to the empty seats next to you. You glanced at the seats, silently cursing their availability.

It wasn't that you didn't like the group, no, you had loved meeting them today. It was just that you had been expecting a nice relaxing dinner without too much social pressure to unwind from the very overwhelming day.

"Sure," you said, unable to think of any relatively polite way to turn them down.

"Oh, can't you three see that they look downright exhausted? Let's sit elsewhere and let the poor underclassmen have a break." Tighnari shook his head and sighed.

"Oh! Well, now that you mention it…" Kaveh trailed off, turning a little pink in the face. "Sorry about that," he chuckled, waving his hands around.

"N-no, please sit! We don't mind. The night is still young and there is plenty of time to rest after dinner. I won't always get to have dinner with you bunch, after all! Might as well celebrate a first day of school survived together!"

Layla eyed you suspiciously, but didn't say anything. "Yes, we don't mind."

The four boys sat besides you, this time with Alhaitham to your side and Cyno next to Layla, across from you.

The group started a lighthearted conversation while they waited for the food to be ready, one you didn't participate in. You tried your hardest to listen, but there were so many people talking and you couldn't focus on one specific voice.

You stood, placing your hands on the table. "Sorry, I'll be right back." You hurried to the single person restroom, where you hurriedly locked the door and covered your ears.

"Come on, Y/n, calm down. You're an adult now, you can handle a little noise." You took a few deep breaths before brushing your hair out of your face and looking in the mirror. "Look at you. You look great, you feel great, you are great. You've got this."

Just as you started to feel better, a knock on the door threw you back into a panic. "Y/n? Are you doing alright?" Layla's voice sounded muffled from behind the heavy door. "If you need to, we can leave-"

"No! Everything is fine, I just needed a second. I'm okay, don't worry. I'm just about done, actually. Go sit back down, I'll be there in a second!" You put some effort into sounding happier than you felt. Smiling and pretending to be happy is proven to improve an individual's mood, after all.

You left the restroom after another set of deep breaths and slid back into your seat. Alhaitham glanced at you with a blank expression, and you made sure to smile bigger.

"Sorry about that! What did I miss?" You asked. As Kaveh filled you in to the current contents of the conversation, you pressed your fingertips into your thigh to try and stave the buzzing underneath your skin.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Alhaitham typing out something. He tilted his phone discreetly in your direction, noting your eyes flicking towards him.

To repay you for earlier, was the only text on the screen. He put down his phone and reached up, removing his headphones and placing them on your ears. Instantly, all of that noise you had heard before faded away. All you could hear was the conversation at hand, which faded to silence when Kaveh stared wide-eyed at the both of you.

You blinked and tilted your head at Alhaitham, but he shook his head at you. "Save it, I'm only repaying a favor. That means you too, Kaveh. Stop gaping like a fish and eat."

The group turned, spotting their food. Once people started eating, things quieted down significantly. When the buzzing disappeared fully, you returned Alhaitham's headphones to him and carried on with talking, feeling much better now.

When dinner was done and paid for, you stopped Alhaitham on the way out. "Hey, um, thank you. That was really considerate of you."

"Considerate? Hardly. It was plain as day that you weren't feeling well, and I had a solution. I didn't go out of my way at all. I simply was returning a favor. Save your thanks for another time." He spoke plainly, bored with the conversation. There was no reason for you to thank him for something so elementary.

"Oh," you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling the chill of the night's dropping temperatures. "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Goodbye, Alhaitham."

He hummed in response, following Kaveh away. You hurried over to your car, where Layla was waiting in the passenger seat.

"So that's what you call nothing? The only thing that could have made that more cliche would be if he offered his jacket to you and told you to keep it, or maybe offered to escort you home."

"Shove it, Layla. Let's just continue with what we had planned for the night like that never happened." You were glad for the darkness, because if it had been any brighter, Layla would definitely have noticed all the signs of how flustered you were.

You drove home with your face burning, and even before the movie the two of you put on could get past the introduction, you were fast asleep and reliving today's events in your dreams.

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(May 9 2024: Hi Luna! Just cause I'm worried mine was one of the ones that got deleted I'll resend my ask and if it didn't get deleted then please ignore this!)

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Gender:

Female

Pronouns:

She/Her

Race:

Rock gnome

Class:

Multiclass Paladin/Cleric (Probably an Oath of the Ancients paladin and a cleric of Lathander but I haven't given it much thought yet)

Alignment:

Neutral good

Sexuality:

Straight

Appearance:

3.2ft tall with tan skin, curly dark auburn hair that falls down to the middle of her back, middle parted bangs dyed blonde that frame her face falling down to the bottom of her ears and thin blonde braids falling down to just above her shoulders. She has bright amber eyes and visible eyebags, her face giving off a feeling that she's tired and been through a lot, but learning to be content with the life she's lived.

Personality:

Around people she's unfamiliar with she's quiet and reserved at first, worried about how they would perceive her but once they've gained her trust and given some of her trust in turn, she's bright and outgoing. She likes to talk about anything she can think about that interests her or would interest the people around her. Regardless of whether she's opened up or not though, she's incredibly loyal and would fight for their safety if needed. Having lost many people in her life - whether they intended to leave her or unintentionally because of tragedy - she's deathly afraid of being abandoned which is why she works so hard to be good and to do good by others, hoping to quell the nagging voice in her head that tells her she's never good enough or kind enough for anyone to really stay in her life. She tries to hide her overwhelming fears and insecurities with her bubbly personality but often times at night, in the comfort of her tent or in the darkness that veils all secrets, she lets out all the worries she's been holding in all day and just... cries it out until it's time to get back up and continue on with the journey.

Likes:

Tea - both hot and iced, animals but mostly cats above all, a nice blanket to just wrap around herself when she's relaxing or resting, reading, would doodle from time to time, salty snacks, not-too-sweet sweets, magic and the possibilities it offers has always been a wonder and beautiful to her, the rain, the feeling of being helpful and useful to others, and being alone

Dislikes:

Vegetables, coffee, VERY strong smells/scents, spiders give her the creeps but she also would not like to kill them, being in large and loud crowds, and being alone

Extra fun fact:

Once she's opened up, oh boy she's a yapper. If she finds something that extremely interests her, she will not stop talking about it for weeks. Sometimes she will stop herself before saying anything because she's scared that the company she's with will find her annoying, but a lot of the times her Need To Talk will override her feeling of being a burden and just infodump you with why this thing is so interesting oh please listen to her she just HAS to let it out or her average sized 3.2ft body will explode.

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(May 9 2024: I will also add this other request of mine in the same ask again)

Also as a separate request (hopefully I'm doing this right or if it's okay) as a Galemancer could I please ask for a Gale x Stelle falling in love and learning to love again type of story?

I had already planned on having Stelle romance Gale in the playthrough I'm planning but I genuinely want to see your take on who would be a nice matchup for her whether that end up actually being someone else entirely!

I really appreciate you resubmitting! I had yours written in my notebook, but since you were an Anon, I didn't know how to notify you! I was swayed about what to choose, but I am confident.

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

BG3

Gale

~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~

Gale is less than pleased with the turn of events in his life. First, Mystra dumps him and leaves a bomb in his heart, then a mind flayer ship kidnaps him, probing his mind, and now he is on an adventure with a band of misfits.

Well, the bright side is that you were there. Yes, you were sometimes quiet and reserved, but you were one hell of a leader.

You were kind to all your fellow companions, never turning anyone down for their weird habits or issues.

You were also quite attractive. When you fought, you were ferocious like a tiger, but when you were at camp, you were calm and docile like a house cat.

When he opened up to you about Mystra and his Tryssem Tara, he was surprised by your eagerness to know more about the cat than about a God.

He found you interesting; all your morals, hobbies, tics, and everything was so fascinating.

When the news came of his potential death, and you were so worried for him, he felt light, happy even.

He was scared to love again, even if he liked you a lot. He was too scared to love you and be hurt once more.

As time passed and he continued to live for you, he fell harder and harder.

He could listen to you talk for hours on end about so many things. You made life bright again, even with a ticking time bomb.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

After a long, hard battle, the group went to camp; you and many others had wounds far exceeding what was expected in battle planning. Shadowheart and Halsin took turns healing the group; you were the leader, so you asked to go last and just heal yourself. Heading to your tent, you passed all the comrades you grew to call friends. All had agonizing faces due to the pain from their wounds. The feeling of guilt began to gnaw at you. You could have saved everyone this pain if you had just made some better callouts, were a bit stronger, or faster. What stung the most was passing by Gale's tent. He had requested a magical artifact before battle, being fresh out due to some bartering. You told him you'd give him some after the win from today. All you could think, looking at him wincing in pain while lying there, was, 'Stella, how could you be so damn foolish.'

You made your way to your tent, and once inside, you undressed. Slowly relieving yourself of the heavy armor, you started looking for your wounds. You weren't as severely scuffed up as everyone else. Sadly, they all took a lot of hits for you Dressing the wounds you did have every sting and bandage felt like a penance, you should have been just as injured not your poor friends As you dressed the last wound a crack of thunder was heard Peeking out the opening of your tent you saw everyone healed and resting, you all would definitely need a couple days of rest to recoup fully though The rain began soon after, you closed your tent now alone it all came to a head.

The overwhelming emotions took over, and you couldn't help but drop to your knees and cry. The storm ragging on outside covered your cries of pain and torment. How could you let this happen? Thinking back on it, you realize the person who took the most hits for you was Gale. He has always done so since you two had a rendezvous to learn about the weave. The one you lov- no cared about was injured and starving due to you. The tears kept coming, holding yourself close, letting the pain and anguish leave your body. Why were you chosen for all of this? What plan did Lethander have for you? As your body wracked with quivers, suddenly you felt warm. Tan arms were wrapped around you, and bristly chin pressed against your shoulder in the crook of your neck. Jolts ran through you; turning around in the stranger's arms, you were shocked to find Gale there. He looked down at you, reclaiming his hold on you. "Don't you normally love rain? No need to cry, my love, just rest. If you need to cry don't cry alone I will be here for you Stella."

As if breaking the damn, you let it all out, wrapping your arms as best you could around Gales's neck. Crying profusely, he just held you and cradled your head. As the whimpers died with the storm, you two soon found yourselves wrapped together, warm in your tent. Gale cradled you against him, his warm chest below your head. He stayed with you the whole night. As day broke and you had awoken you saw him there resting peacefully, though still injured he was alright and you can only assume he found something to curb his hunger. Smiling, you leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I, Stella, vow to always love you, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep." As you moved to get up, you were pulled back down into said man's chest. "And I, Stella, vow to stay by your side and love you." A couple extra minutes in bed with your loved one couldn't hurt.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You were brewing some tea for yourself at the fire. The camp was resting for a bit before heading on the next lead for the brain.)

Y/N: A nice fresh cup of tea really solves all issues.

Gale: I beg to differ. Coffee is much better.

Y/N: How could you say such a thing that's disgusting?

Gale: (Laughing) No, it is much better than leaves from a plant.

Astarion: Gale, are you numb? Coffee is also from plants.

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Quirkless Advantage

Chapter five: U.A.

Warning: lots and lots of cussing.....

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This is her in her school uniform from the back and front. It's hard to see but her hair is in two braids at the front that are pulled back and crossed. I drew everything except the background. I just got the image of a U.A. classroom.

These chapters are going to be stupid and short. Enjoy reading!

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Update: 8/2/22

I redrew everything because I didn't really like the old photos. It's very similar to the first one, it's just a little better and different.

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"I really don't want to get up." I complain while still laying in bed. Aizawa walks by my open door, "If I have to get up then so do you."

"If I have to get up then so do you," I mimic in his always tired voice. I can hear him stop for a second. Probably thinking about turning around to drag me out of bed.

Yup, that's exactly what he's thinking. I can hear him walking back. I quickly get up and shut the door before he gets to it.

Shiiiiitttt, I slammed it on his face.

"Sorry," I squeak, "I didn't mean to do that!" "Tsuna," Aizawa sighs, "Just get dressed and hurry up so we won't be late." "Ok ok, I will," I say, turning around to go to the closet so I can pull out my U.A. uniform.

I can't believe I actually have a U.A. uniform. I was very tempted to buy one but for a nice one, it was around 50 dollars. I didn't want to pay that much for something that I know looks good in the picture, but will most likely not look the same in person.

I slip on the skirt that is honestly way too short for my liking, then I put on the shirt and tie next. I slid the knee high socks over my legs, walking over to the tall mirror that was hanging on the closet door. "I should have chosen the tights instead. The socks make my legs look fat where it's not covering," I whisper to myself outloud.

My backpack is on my bed so I pick it up and open my door, finally ready to go. "Took you long enough," Aizawa says in the living room standing by the front door with his stupid yellow sleepingbag. I simply ignore him and he opens the door.

The ride to U.A. is nerverecking. I have no idea where to go, what to do, who I'm going to meet, who is in my classes.... This is going to be a lot.

Aizawa looks at me, seeing that I'm messing with the hem of my skirt nervously. "You're going to be fine. If you have any problems or if you are not sure about anything, go find me." I only nod looking down.

We finally arrive at the school when Aizawa took his final turn. 

Holy woah, the school is fucking huge!

I walk through the enormous building trying to find my class. Aizawa separates from me  to go to the faculty room. "Behave and don't be late," is all he says as he walks away. "Same goes for you!"  I yell because of the distance between us. He only looks back and rolls his eyes. I laugh to myself, knowing he's smiling when he turns back around. I continue walking, looking for my class.

Class 3-C...hmmm... So I'm in General Studies like Shinso.

I suddenly feel someone bump into my shoulder pretty damn hard that causes me to fall backwards. Before I feel myself hitting the floor, I feel arms wrap around my waist to hold me up. "Watch it extra!" The person says that bumped into me, glaring at me.

Really, that's how I'm going to meet you Bakugou? By you being a total jerk. Why am I not surprised?

"You're the one that bumped into her, you asshole," a deep voice that I don't recognize says from behind me. The person behind me lets go of my waist as Bakugou decides to ignore his comment and continue walking. "Thanks," I say quietly.

Turning around I see dark red hair and ocean blue eyes. The person is much taller than me, their hair went a little bit past their shoulders, and their eyes were naturally narrow. They remind me of someone from a different anime but I can't think of their name.

"Hey, are you ok? That asshole hit you pretty hard," He says looking back where Bakugou was walking but he isn't there anymore. "Yeah, I'm fine. I should go find my class. Thank you for helping me." I say quickly and walk away to my classroom.

Standing in front of the huge door that has 3-C, I hover my hand over the door to open it but I don't. "If you just stand there not moving, we're both going to be late for class."

That voice, it sounds like the guy from earlier.

I open the door and step into the classroom, not looking back to confirm who it is. I sit down at a random empty seat and try to not look up but I do anyway, seeing that I'm correct. He walks towards me and stops right in front of me.

What is he doing? Why does he have to go to me? What the hell is this? Is he going to ask me to move? Isn't he nice or is that just something he does to draw people in?

"Do you mind?" He asks, pointing to the desk next to me. I look around the classroom and nod. "I don't think we have a choice, all the desks are taken." I say and he smiles, laughing quietly. He goes to sit down but before he does he looks at me again.

Why? Why do people do that? Instead of actually saying something, they just stare. It's honestly pretty creepy and annoying. If you want to say something then say it. Stop staring. Boys at school did that a lot. I don't understand why. Is it because of my weight? I know I'm not the skinniest but still you don't have to keep looking at me. Is there something on my face, in my hair, in my teeth, on my clothes? What the hell is it?

"What's your name? My name is Haru Hayashi but you can call me Haru."

So, he will actually talk to me. Interesting.

"Tsuna Sasaki," I say looking at Haru. He's sitting to the left of me, and turns to me in his seat. "Well, nice to meet you Sasaki," He says, putting out a hand for me to take. I put my hand out, grasping his, "Nice to meet you too."

Why do I have this feeling that there's more going to happen with this guy and it only started with a simple handshake?

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This is Haru. I was going to draw him in a UA uniform but I'm to lazy.

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The Inconvenience of Dwarves and a Dragon

word count: 2985

warnings: none i think?

notes: sorry if the formatting is weird, i’m writing this from my phone. also, hobbits have tails in this! i really like the art of hobbits with opossum tails that have that little tuft of fur on the end!

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Chapter One

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The scent of cooked fish and fresh bread filled Donnamira’s nose as she walked through the door of Bag End. The hobbit lass padded further into her home, her tail swaying happily. Bilbo stood at the hearth in his patchwork robe preparing supper. Donnamira’s stomach let out a growl alerting her brother of her presence. He promptly turned to her.

“I see that someone decided to come home,” Ah how she loved his passive aggressiveness. She shuffled over to her brother. Of course he had that silly frown on his face. His tailed moved like a whip in annoyance.

“I apologize for any inconvenience, brother dearest” Blibo rolled his eyes and turned away to focus on supper once again, he quickly plated both of their meals. Donnamira knew Bilbo was immensely bothered by her missing meals but she could afford too, afterall she was quite the plump hobbit. She sighed before wrapping her arms around Bilbo's middle and resting her face in his back.

“Mhm s’rwy,” Her true apology was muffled by her brother's back. Bilbo huffed before gently tapping her hands which rested around his waist. Their tails hooked onto one another.

“Yet you know how much I worry for you,” Bilbo’s voice was soft, “you are still my baby sister, Donna,” She could hear the smile in his voice. Oh, how she hated being called a baby. Just as she was about to protest, the doorbell let out a long ring. Both siblings gave each other a look of raised eyebrows.

Bilbo broke from the embrace and hobbled towards the door, Donna followed on his heels. Bilbo opened the door to reveal a rather tall, and handsome, dwarf.

“Dwalin, at your service” The dwarf, Dwalin, spoke as he bowed. Bilbo fumbled to tie his robe.

“Bilbo Baggins, at yours,” Dwalin entered their home and turned his gaze to Donna, a kind smile spread onto her face. “Donna Baggins,” She gave a curtsy, a teensy tiny smile gracing the dwarrows face, and then a look of slight shock at the sight of skinny tails coming from the hobbits backs.

“Do we know each other?” Bilbo asked, confused.

“No” Dwalin continued into the home, removing his coat. “Which way is it laddie?” Dwalin spoke, “is it down here?” Donna gave Bilbo a puzzled look to which he returned.

“Is what down where?” Bilbo questioned back, closing the front door. Donna shifted on her heels.

“Supper,” The dwarrow answered, tossing his coat to Bilbo, “he said there’d be food an’ lots of it!” He continued to look around. “He-he said? Who said?” Bilbo continued to question.

“I can show you,” Donna chirped up, following after Dwalin. The dwarf stood and let her lead the way, he sat down in Bilbo’s seat and started feasting. Bilbo was still confused as ever.

Some time passed before yet another dwarf joined, Balin was his name. Donna thought him quite adorable with his large nose and big white beard. The Baggins’ soon found out that the two dwarves in their kitchen were brothers. How sweet, thought Donna.

Another ring from the doorbell beckoned Donna to the door, Bilbo trailed after. Bilbo was the one to open the door to reveal two very handsome dwarves, one was a golden blonde and the other had hair like chocolate.

“Fíli,” The blonde introduced himself first. Braids decorated with silver beads adorned his long hair.

“And Kíli,” The brunette said, he’d pass as a man if not for his height and ears. He barely had a beard for that matter, only a short stubble.

“At your service,” They bowed in unison at that. Donna could’ve sworn their nose touched their heavy boots. “You must be Mister Boggins!” Kíli said next.

“Nope! You can’t come in,” Bilbo retorted, “you’ve come to the wrong house,” Kíli held the door open as Bilbo tried to shut it.

“What? Has it been canceled?” Kíli spoke again, sounding nervous. “No one told us,” Fíli followed.

“No, nothing’s been canceled,” Bilbo shook his head in an oblivious manner. “That’s a relief,” Kíli pushed through the door, Bilbo slamming it behind the two. Kíli and Fíli stopped in their tracks at noticing Donna. Both dwarves studied her a moment before Kíli spoke first.

“You must be Mistress Boggins then!” A wide smile spread across his face before taking her hand and placing a kiss upon her hand. A blush spread from her ears to her button nose, all the way down to the tip of her tail.

“It’s Baggins,” Donna corrected, “and I’m his sister, not his wife” She giggled. Kíli’s smile faltered for a moment then came back even wider, a playful glint in his eyes. His eyes focused on her flicking tail, the curly tuft of dark hair swayed.

“You are unmarried then?” That smile never left his face, until Dwalin called him for help. Fíli was next to introduce himself to her.

“Fíli,” His voice was soft while he took her hand in both of his, “at your service, my lady,” he maintained eye contact with Donna as he placed a delicate kiss on her knuckles, rubbing the top of her hand with his thumbs. He held her hand close to his lips before leaving another, sweeter kiss.

“Hey, hey, hey, now,” Bilbo pushed his way between the two, “that’s enough of that,” He placed his hands on his hips and puffed his chest towards Fíli, and latched his tail with tail with Donna’s. The dwarf simply chuckled and headed to where the other three were. Bilbo turned to Donna, a stern frown adorned his. Here we go with another lecture. Almost as if reading her mind, her brother said.

“If you must have lingering looks and kisses,” Donna’s face flushed bright red, “don’t do it in the center hallway!” She hung her head low and fiddled her thumbs, saying she was a bit embarrassed would be an understatement.

The four dwarves in their home stole their attention once again as they moved the dining table out into the hallway, of course Bilbo went to protest but yet another ring from the door called for him. Both siblings went for the door. Bilbo kept on grumbling the whole way. He swung the door open to reveal eight more dwarves, who collapsed into the main entrance. A tall man in gray robes stood behind them.

“Gandalf,” Bilbo sighed. The fallen dwarves stumbled to their feet and scurried to wherever the food was. One had remained sitting on the floor, he was at the bottom of the pile. He wore quite the funny hat and a long scarf. Donna held out a hand, and tail, for him which he took with a firm grip, she helped pull him to his feet. Her tail hooked around his knee.

“Thank ya’ kindly, little lass!” The dark haired dwarf cheerfully smiled, brushing himself off. His hair was placed into two wild braids and his long mustache curved upwards to look like a second, elongated smile.

“You must be Mister Baggins' wife,” the smile still hadn’t faded. “Baby sister, actually!” Bilbo called before scurrying off to where a crash was heard.

“Well in that case,” he started, “Bofur, at your service,” he took her hand and planted a firm kiss on her knuckles, his mustache tickling her hand.

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Chaos was an understatement for the current state of Bag End. Bilbo was complaining to Gandalf when a merry song ensued accompanied by the tossing of plates and playing of instruments. Donna quite enjoyed the tune of That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates. The festivities were brought to an end by a knock from the door. Gandalf informed the joyful group that the final member was here. Kíli and Fíli rushed towards the entrance.

Gandalf opened the door to a handsome dwarf adorning blue clothing. Two braids of dark hair framed his face, his hair was very long but with a short beard, fairly uncommon for a dwarf. He looked quite annoyed, or maybe that was just his face.

“Gandalf,” His voice was deeper than the lowest ponds of the Shire. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice.” He entered the Baggins’ home, removing his coat and tossing it upon the pile by the door. “I wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.”

“Mark?” Bilbo blurted out, “there’s no mark on that door; it was painted a week ago!”

“There is a mark,” Gandalf corrected. “I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company; Thorin Oakenshield.”

Neither Bilbo nor Thorin made any move to shake either other’s hand or bow in respect. “So, this is the hobbit. Tell me, Master Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Thorin questioned. Donna remained stationed farther back in the hallway.

Bilbo raised a quizzical eyebrow, “Pardon me?”

“Axe or sword?” Thorin clarified. “What’s your weapon of choice?” Bilbo was even more confused.

“Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.” Thorin gave a very unsavory look between Bilbo and Gandalf, who looked rather humored by the situation. “But I fail to see why that’s relevant.”

“Thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” The dwarves at the table laughed, Bilbo looked more disheveled by the minute. His tail was nearly standing straight up.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice now was it?” Donna shuffled her way up to Thorin until she was practically chest to chest with him, her tail flicking. Actually, more like chest to stomach considering her miniature stature. She was quite a bit shorter than Bilbo. A flash of amusement passed through Thorin’s eyes before a tiny smile appeared on his lips.

“And you must be the grocers wife,” he puffed out his chest slightly as, what she assumed, to be a sign of dominance. Well, two can play at that game of course. Donna scrambled atop the coat pile to gain leverage on him, unfortunately it only brought them eye to eye. She had hoped she’d tower him.

“Little sister,” she said proudly correcting him, puffing her chest in return. It truly was a great plan until her chest hit his, but she couldn’t be bothered, “and I happen to be much more fond of a scramble than him!” with that, she placed her hands on her hips and let her tongue stick out.

Thorin simply chuckled, “Apologies, my lady, I did not mean to call you his wife,” he turned away into the newly formed dining hall.

Donna huffed once more before moving to leave her mighty pedestal of smelly coats. As she moved, so did the coats causing her to drop. Yet, she didn’t hit the floor. Her tail latched around to whatever force had stopped her. She was caught by a pair of strong arms. Looking up to see none other than the blonde haired dwarf, Fíli. Her tail was wrapped around his waist, she quickly withdrew it to wrap around her own leg.

“Careful now, my lady,” a soft smile adorned his face, his mustache braids swaying gently with any slight movement. He helped Donna to stand fully, “Don’t pay any mind to our uncle, he is always like that.” Fíli straightened himself up before making his way to the table with rest of the dwarves. Donna was still annoyed by Thorin so off she went to her room.

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Quietly shutting and latching the door behind her, she sat in front of a wooden vanity. Delicate floral carvings done by Bilbo decorated the wood work. She made quick work of taking her hair down from the braids Bilbo had woven together. Her dark riglets fell to her waist and puffed out, finally being set free. The short curls of her bangs and long babyhairs framed the sides of her pale, rounded face. Donna’s gray eyes stared into her reflection and smiled at herself.

The hobbit moved from her vanity to her bed where she had already placed a white nightie. She stripped off her clothes making quick work of the laces on her light blue stays. She slipped into her nightie using her tail to straighten out the bottom hem.

A loud thud sounded from somewhere in the house. Donna flew from her room nearly fainting when she saw Bilbo on the floor, unconscious.

“What happened?” She cried out, kneeling by her brother's side on the floor.

“We were simply discussing the means of our expedition-quest,” Bofor explained, smoking his pipe.

Bilbo stirred, slightly murmuring. Donna gently lifted him to her side and hobbled over to this study. She placed him in his chair and shook him awake.

“Aye, the wee lass is strong,” Balin started, “for her stature that is.” A round aye’s and yes’s followed his statement. Thorin let out a grunt. “If the lad won’ nae go, we could use the lass,” Dwalin whispered to Thorin. To which the latter scowled at the idea. Unfortunately, the two youngest dwarves heard.

“That would be a wonderful idea,” Kíli was practically bouncing where he stood. Fíli clapped his brother on the head.

Gandalf calmly said to Donna, “I must speak to your brother in privacy,” Donna simply nodded before giving Bilbo a quick little hug before scurrying out into the hall. She soon found Thorin and Balin,

“What is this quest you’re going on and why do you need my brother?” Donna pressed, crossing her arms under her chest. Thorin groaned before walking away. How rude.

“We are set to reclaim Erebor from the dragon, Smaug,” Balin spoke delicately, “we need someone much smaller than any of us to sneak past the dragon.” The hobbit’s eyes widened. This pack of dwarves wanted to bring Bilbo on this journey to fight a dragon? Were they utterly stupid?

“My brother is much too soft for that,” an idea burst into her brain, “but I am not, therefore, I should go in his stead.” Donna spoke loud and proud which caught the attention of every dwarf in the room. All had a look of shock plastered on their faces. All except Kíli, that is, who was bouncing with a joyous smile.

“You heard the lass, Uncle,” he shouted, “she’ll be our burglar, and a pretty one at that.” His words were silenced by Fíli’s hand clamping over his mouth.

“No.” Thorin stated firmly. Balin frowned. “Hmph mhamh uhn,” Kíli’s complaints were absorbed by his brother's hand.

“If Bilbo says no then you’ll need me and Bilbo is not one for adventures!” Donna raised her voice at Thorin, he made his way to her. “This journey is not meant for such a little hobbit.” He stated simply, Donna was quite offended. “I am not little,” she pushed, “I am nearly twice Bilbo’s size going sideways!”

Thorin rolled his eyes and huffed. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me, Mister Dwarf!” Balin pushed his way between the two. “Now, that’s quite enough. If the lass wishes to help then why not let her?” Balin tried to reason with his King.

Donna jutted in before Thorin had the chance to speak, “I am helping whether you like it or not, Mister Dwarf.” She held much pride in her words. Balin gave Thorin a pleading look. “It’ll be the death of her!” Thorin raised his voice before storming away. Donna held her head high.

“Are you sure of this, lass?” Balin’s voice was filled with concern. Donna nodded triumphantly. The old dwarf sighed before handing her a spare contract, “Just sign this and it’ll be official.” Donna took the contract and went to Bilbo’s study to find a quill.

Her brother looked upset and Donna just so happened to be a kind soul. “What’s wrong dear brother? Are you not excited to go on this adventure?” She went to stand before him. “I’m not going on this adventure and neither are you,” Bilbo said bluntly, “we are hobbits of the Shire not adventurers.”

Donna turned to Gandalf with a hopeless look on her face only for him to shrug his shoulders and exit the study. Well that definitely didn’t help. She knelt before her brother's chair and held his hand in both of hers. Bilbo refused to meet her puppy dog eyes.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Bilbo,” she started with her grip tightening on his hand, “we could become heroes, just imagine it. Bilbo and Donnamira Baggins, heroes of Middle-Earth and slayers of the great dragon, Smaug!” Donna could no longer hide her beaming smile, her tail swinging with excitement.

Bilbo shook his head, “It is far too dangerous and you are far too young. By the stars, you have only just turned twenty-two!” His facial expressions becoming more animated the longer he talked.

“Well, that’s unfortunate then for I am going on this quest, with or without you,” Donna stood from her position on the floor and released Bilbo's hand, “I had hoped you would come with me, brother.”

Bilbo sighed and shook his head once more for he knew there was no use in arguing with her. He stood and exited the study, the slamming of his bedroom door causing Donna to jump in her spot. She absolutely hated displeasing anyone, especially her brother. Tears spilled from her gray eyes, her face turned red and splotchy.

“M’lady?” Donna whipped her head to the doorway to see Ori, the scribe of the company. She wiped her eyes roughly and continued to look for a quill. Ori’s light footfalls shuffled to her side. “Are you alright?” He spoke meekly, he already knew the answer to his question.

“Not at this moment but I shall be,” Donna smiled at him, “as soon as we set off on this journey, quest, thing.” And with those words, she scribbled her signature across the contract. Ori gave a shy smile as Donna gave him a small pat on the shoulder before leaving to find Balin once more.

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The old dwarf checked her signature before stating, “Welcome to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, lass.” Donna gave him a smile to which he returned, the hobbit couldn’t help but to think that he was still quite the adorable fellow.

“Aye, welcome!” Bofur called with a smile followed by the rest of the dwarves sharing their welcomes and good-ish graces.

“Welcome indeed.” Thorin said, making his way in front of her. He gently pulled her hand up from where it rested at her side and placed a gentle kiss. His cold eyes never leaving hers.

[ro-written]

eyes closed - pt. 2 - R.Z

“Even in death, he had his foot on the back of your neck.”

GeneralTags/Warnings: Physical pain against mc (punches, slaps, kicks), brainwashing (?), PTSD, VERY brief mention of eating issues, ANGST, Zoro is pretty sad im so sorry

Playlist:

Little Dark Age by MGMT I Can't Handle Change by Roar Reflections by The Neighbourhood

Word Count: 4k

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The first night there, you were treated with a grand welcome.

The “higher ups” of the crew took turns trying to break you down. There were a few times you almost passed out, but you tried to ground your mind, fingernails digging into your palms as you clenched your fists. Your crew would find you soon. Zoro would find you soon. And all these people would burn.

A kick to your stomach had you curling in on yourself on the floor. You were starting to recognize their shoes more than their faces. This pair belonged to the first mate and his long purple braid.

“I am so glad you still have some fight in you. The Captain particularly likes watching the hope leave feisty ones.” The crew laughed around him. “Maybe if you put on a really good show, we’ll get treated! I promise to give you my scraps.” Their laughs echoed even louder.

You gritted your teeth, pushed through the pain, and brought your hand out to grab at the first mate’s boot. You looked up at him standing above you, his eyes filled with vicious amusement. He tilted his head, before squatting down in front of you, curious as to what you had to say.

Then you struck, pulling his foot out from under him to throw him off balance, and brought him to the floor with you. He landed on his back with a grunt, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the face he made. You took the spit and blood that was pulling in your mouth and spat on his white shirt, marking it. You knew it would only lead to more pain, but if you could get one of them, you would be content.

“You fucking– Get the chair out!” The first mate yelled to the other men around him, and you felt yourself being picked up by your arms and dragged to the center of the room. They scraped over some sort of wooden chair, pushing you down to sit in it and holding you down. Cold chains tightened around your wrists, keeping your arms against the arms of the chair. They then moved down to your legs, wrapping around your ankles and keeping them to the legs of the chair. You heard some clicks from behind you, and as you tried to thrust your body backward to break the chair (to no avail), you realized they secured the chair to the floor.

The sound of a door opening silenced the room, save for you and your grunting, trying to get out of your chains by any means. Heavy footsteps made their way down the stairs, and you looked up to see a tall man with a gaudy hat, and even worse boots, smiling down at you. The silver in his teeth glinted at you in the small bit of light in the room.

All of the men watched his movements with an intenseness. He raised a hand up and waved it, all of his crew filed up the stairs and outside. As soon as the last member stepped out, he stepped up to you, grabbing your chin harshly with one hand. You noticed something in the other, like a piece of paper rolled up.

You didn’t have too much time to think about it, as he took his hand from your chin and slapped you with the palm. Your head spun, cheek smarting with pain. He laughed, bringing the back of his hand across your other cheek and whipping your head to the other side. Tears pricked your eyes and you tried your hardest to blink them away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your pain.

“How proud you are…” The captain grumbled, tilting his head like he was studying you, his face pensive. “I can see why you and the swordsman would be so close. I just don’t know how you deal with his arrogance.”

“You know nothing about him–” Another slap caught you off guard, and you grunted out loud before biting your tongue. The captain raised his eyebrow at your attempt to keep quiet and started walking around the chair, circling you like a hawk.

“Trying to keep so silent, but in the end? You’ll be screaming anyway. And when you’re yelling out in pain…when I finally break you…when you’re looking for a name to curse – you can call me Silver Tooth.” His eyes held a sadistic look, his breath reeking from having not seen a toothbrush in years.

“Yea? I think I might call you ‘Hot Breath’ instead...do you mind taking a step back from me?” You looked up at him despite the pounding pain in your head. Your eyes were defiant, even though they felt like they would burst from your skull at any point, and it sent a shiver down his spine in excitement. 

But as much as he wanted to keep this game going, he had a ship to run.

His fist, with all of its heavy rings, collided with your temple, making you see spots in your vision.

“You know,” he sighed and walked over to the wall in front of you. “You only have him to blame for this.” Your head rolled around on your neck. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

A bang on the wall caused you to jump, and you blinked back the blurriness, trying to see what he put on the wall as he moved back up the stairs. It…it looked like a Wanted poster.

“You’re simply a means to an end.”

Zoro’s Wanted Poster.

You woke up.

Actually woke up. Not forced awake from sudden agony.

Your eyes opened on their own to light streaming into the room through sheer curtains. The sound of waves crashing against the boat sounded how they should. It smelled familiar here. Like a campfire, some sort of plant lightly burning and wafting through the room, mixed with the salty ocean air coming through the open window. You closed your eyes to take it all in.

You couldn’t trust your brain. You couldn’t actually be home.

You just wanted to stay here forever.

You don’t want to wake up.

You don’t want to be in that room again.

“Oh! You’re awake!” A small, sweet voice called out. It made your eyes shoot back open, and you lifted your head (with some slight difficulty) to hear the hooves of your crewmate coming towards you. You saw his hat and antlers, then his face, as he crawled up onto the wooden chair next to the bed.

A feeling of disbelief washed over you.

“I’m…here?” Your voice was raw, scratchy. It sounded as if you hadn’t had water in days. Which might actually be true…

“...Yes? I am actually not sure how to answer that one!” His eyes looked at you curiously as he started to feel your face, trying to determine how hot you were. 

You wanted to ask if he was real, but hesitated. His touch felt real. And it was gentle. Something you hadn’t experienced in so long. But you still did not want to trust your brain yet, afraid that as soon as you got comfortable and allowed yourself to believe in it, he would appear to tear you apart again.

“You know, you’ve been out for a few days!” He exclaimed, turning in the chair to the small side table next to the bed that held a cup of water and a bowl of hot soup with a piece of bread on the side. “Sanji keeps coming by to see if you have eaten anything, and also to check to see if the food got cold! He said he wanted to make sure the first thing you ate when you woke up was his ‘good, hot food!’ His words, not mine!”

The tiny doctor rambled as he carefully grabbed the water cup, watching you cautiously as you winced when moving your arms to take it from him. He needed to see how badly moving around would be for you, and it seemed pretty rough just from a surface level.

He remembered when Sanji and Luffy brought you in from off that godforsaken boat. He was just about to come over, but they busted down his door before he could, your unconscious body dragging between them.

“What on earth happened?” Chopper yelled out, hurriedly making his way to the bed they were attentively putting you down on.

“We don’t know…but it’s way worse than any of us could have imagined.” Sanji stated, eyes not able to come off the plethora of bruises littering your face and arms, the blood both dried and fresh staining you. 

“Ch–...Chopper…please…do anything you can.” Chopper looked at Luffy in shock, never having heard this tone come from him before. Desperate.

He decided he didn’t like it.

“Days?” Your voice brought the doctor back to the present, the extended silence making you slightly uncomfortable. You sounded a little clearer now, having finished the water and handing him the glass back. You ignored the stinging at your lips as much as you could, the cuts and dryness reminding you they existed there.

“You were out for five days! I kept having to tell everyone that I could still hear your heartbeat.” He helped you sit up a bit more, but the aching in your body was so dreadful that you couldn’t help the tears that lined your eyes. You blinked them back quickly, hopeful that he hadn’t caught them. He handed over the bowl of soup to you and you started to spoon it quickly into your mouth, working through the soreness in your jaw.

“Woah, careful! You know you could eat yourself to death if you go too fast!” The doctor put his hoof on your hand in order to slow you down, and it took everything in you to not glare at him for keeping you from Sanji’s homemade soup. He is just trying to make sure you are okay.

A gentle knock rapped on the room’s door, and you heard Nami’s voice call from the other side as you sipped on the broth that warmed your chest.

“Chop? Is it okay to come in?”

“Is it okay?” He looked at you with his round eyes and you pursed your lips, bracing yourself, before nodding your approval.

“Come on in!”

The door opened to Nami’s concerned face that morphed into pure joy at the sight of you sitting up in the bed.

“You’re awake!” She rushed over to the bed and sat on the side of it. You chuckled at her enthusiasm, her eyes beaming at your face. 

One thing was for sure in her head. You looked way better than you did when she saw you after they rescued you. It wasn’t something she ever wanted to see again.

“How are you feeling? Any pain? Do you need me to help feed you? I can change your clothes for you if you need me to, I’ve been doing it the past few days and tried to be so careful not to hurt you.” She rambled on, completely worried about you, but it felt endearing to you, causing you to huff out another bit of laughter.

“I’m feeling better, thank you Nami. The clothes and this soup are helping my recovery, I’m sure.” You grabbed at her hand and squeezed it as much as your weak state could.

“Don’t let Sanji hear that, his head might grow ten sizes,” she giggled out. Your smile widened, despite the soreness in your cheeks and the cuts on your lips stinging something fierce. It felt right, sitting here and laughing along with her. This couldn’t be a dream. Maybe your brain wasn’t playing with you this time.

“So, you are awake.”

Your body goes rigid, face falling.

His black boots step in, followed by the swords. You stared down at the sheets covering you, unable to look anywhere else.

It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It–

“Hey, are you okay?” Nami’s hand lands on your arm. The sudden contact cracks something in your mind, and you throw the bowl and spoon in your hand at the wall in front of you with all the power you could muster in your aching limbs. The sudden movement and crashing shocked everyone, and Nami stood up from where she sat on the bed. Chopper jumped and looked from the shattered bowl to you.

Your eyes were trained on where Zoro stood in the middle of the room. He looked at you in your eyes, his wide with worry. He could only compare the sight of you to some sort of wounded animal, baring its teeth and ears poised up, ready to do whatever it took to stay alive. The same look he saw when you were on the boat.

“I am not going back.” Your voice was emotionless, cold, hard. It was something he hadn’t heard from you before. “I’m not FUCKING going BACK there.”

You started leaning forward as if you were planning to pounce on him. Nami watched as you prepared yourself to start attacking, and she put her hand up slowly in front of you, placing herself between you and Zoro.

“Hey, you’re not going back. Look at me, tell me what’s wrong.” She pleaded with you, but you moved your head to keep your eyes on the swordsman behind her, not letting him disappear. Not letting him take this from you.

“I’m not going back there, do you fucking hear me? Get the fuck out of here,” you pulled back the sheet covering your legs. It didn’t take Nami too long to figure out who the issue lied with here.

“Zoro, leave.” Nami commanded sternly, her sight not leaving you out of fear of what you may do if it did.

“I…I don’t understand, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” He begged for you to talk, but the most you did was grit your teeth and swing your legs off the bed, no matter how much your body screamed at you not to. “Talk to me. Please–!”

“ZORO,” Nami yelled, head finally turning to him quickly and her eyes serious. He looked from you to her, almost surprised at the look she gave him.

“Leave.”

Your body didn’t untense for another thirty minutes after he left. You couldn’t sleep that night until Chopper gave you a drink that knocked you out.

It had been almost a month now since you were rescued.

And you were going fucking stir-crazy.

The entire crew had made some sort of agreement that you were not allowed to leave the boat until you were somewhat more mentally stable.

The “mental stability” in question was determined based on if you could be in a room with Zoro for more than a minute. And you kept failing.

The first week and a half after Chopper deemed you to be steady enough to get around on your own – meaning that if you took two steps you wouldn’t collapse – was the worst of it.

At least once a day you would see the swordsman. It felt as if you blacked out. Your entire body went into this frenzy, every instinct in your body yelling at you to grab the nearest item and tear him apart with it. There had been a few times that week where your impulses got to the best of you, and you did attack. Luckily, he was skilled, and he could hold you off long enough until the others could drag you away.

Eventually, it became a bit better. Every time you two crossed paths – it wasn’t that large of a boat – you were able to halt yourself and ground your senses to keep from doing anything rash. However, bile would rise up in your throat, and you felt as though your body would betray you at any second. You would then turn around and go the opposite direction. 

It broke his heart.

Everything he had done to find you. The people he threatened and tore through to reach you. His... And when he did find you, he simultaneously felt a sense of relief, and his heart falling into the deepest pits of his stomach.

He wanted his partner back.

He needed you back.

Everyone on the crew saw it, no matter how hard he tried to mask his true emotions. They could feel it in his heavy sigh every time you walked away from him. They could see it in his eyes as he watched you hurriedly leave the kitchen with your dinner plate when he walked in. They could hear it in his heart breaking when he saw you flinch at every loud laugh from Luffy and every sudden movement from Usopp.

But you couldn’t get past the fear trapped in your head. Past Silver Tooth’s voice that would whisper in your ear late at night when everything was so still, so quiet that even the gentle waves lapping against the boat couldn’t be heard.

“You’ll never leave here.”

You took a deep sigh and tried to determine if you wanted to re-count all of the cracks in the ceiling again. But you might actually commit a true murder if you did, so you chose a different route of getting out of your bed, putting on a robe and some slippers, and heading out of your room to get air.

Out on the deck, you looked over the side of the boat down towards the water. Being so close to it now, it lowered the menacing voice echoing in your head, but didn’t kill it entirely. Why won’t it just stop? 

It started to feel so overwhelming. Your crew danced around you carefully, unsure if they would say something that might cause you to snap. Treating you like porcelain. You weren’t getting enough sleep, you were overeating out of fear of being starved again, and you couldn’t look at the man who knew your entire soul without feeling like you were going to completely break down.

Suffocating. It felt like you were suffocating. Like Silver Tooth was holding your head under the water you watched splash up against the hull and laughing at you.

Even in death, he had his foot on the back of your neck.

“Hey,” A gently voice came from behind you, and you quickly whipped around to see Robin. “What are you doing up and out here?”

“I could ask you the same,” you smiled gently, trying to not worry her and steer the conversation away from you and your reasons. She returned the smile back.

“There is supposed to be a light show in the sky here soon and I wanted to catch it. Mind if I join you?” She gave you an out – a way to (kindly) tell her to go away. But thinking about it for a moment, you realized that maybe this is what you needed; someone to be here with you so you were not alone with your thoughts. You nodded.

She came over to stand next to you, leaning against the railing while your eyes shifted over the ocean in front of you. You could hear her calm breathing and waited for her to start questioning you. It only made sense – you had been completely out of character since you were rescued. Everyone on the crew wanted to talk to you to figure it out and help, Zoro most of all, but none had gotten the chance (or possibly the courage) to bring it up.

However, she didn’t say a word. For fifteen minutes straight, you two stayed at your spots next to the ship railing, watching the sky for the “light show” she had mentioned. Part of you was thankful, not wanting to think too much into your time on the other ship. But the more you anticipated her bringing it up, the more you did think about it. And that led to a building feeling of pressure in your chest and in your throat, until you didn’t think you could do it anymore.

“Every night I close my eyes, I'm back there.” You stated it at the hour and a half mark. Robin’s head turned towards you slightly, watching your face.

“And…I’m staring at his poster. Zor–...Just fucking praying to it.” You huffed out a laugh. “I can’t even remember the last time I stepped foot in a place of worship. But there I was, watching his poster like it would give me all the answers.”

You looked down at your hands slowly starting to pick at the skin around your nail beds.

“Fuck, sorry…I’m unloading and you’re just trying to watch your stars…” You turned your body back away from Robin and started to think that maybe you should just go lie down in your bed and wait till morning, until you hear the smallest giggle.

“I may or may not have lied about that. I apologize, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t alone.” You quickly turned back around to see the woman giving a slight smile, the right corner of her lips tipping up. She slowly and gently reached her arm out so as to not startle you, and placed her hand on one of your shoulders. “After what you have gone through, you shouldn’t feel alone ever again.”

You were frozen in place, unable to think of the proper words you wanted to say to express your gratitude towards her. You simply watched as she patted your shoulder a few times and then turned back towards the water, watching out at the ripples.

“I wasn’t expecting you to talk at all, honestly. I just wanted to make sure that if you did want to say something, you had someone there to listen at the very least. And I deeply appreciate that you felt safe enough to talk with me.” She finished, finding particular interest in a small bug that moved along the rail along the edge of the deck.

You sighed, ran a hand down your face and turned back to face the same currents she saw.

“I guess I just haven’t given myself the room to talk about everything that happened,” you admitted, and paused to think, Robin’s eyes still locked in on the sea. “But I think a part of me is terrified that I will have to relive everything again and again and again or that I will talk about all of it but then be back in that same goddamn room with all of Zoro’s posters hanging around.”

You felt the water drop on your hand before you felt them on your cheeks. You lifted a hand to quickly wipe them away, not feeling like losing yourself entirely right at this moment. You would prefer to do that by yourself, away from your crew.

“The last day I was there…when everyone found me…Silver Tooth came down and told me something that I think I am slowly starting to understand. ‘You’ll never leave here.’” You let out a shaky breath voice cracking. “Robin, I don’t think I left that room. Yes, you took me from the ship, but my mind…a large piece of me is still in that room. And I don’t know what to do.”

A silence enclosed the two of you within its grasp, allowing you both to absorb the words you spoke into the space. Robin’s heart ached for you, wishing she could just rewind time to save you from the consequences of their inattention towards you during that fight, right before you were taken away.

She then grabbed your hand that was resting on the rail, holding it tightly, and making your heart clench up.

“You may be free physically, but until you beat him, you will never be gone from that place,” she sighed, turning her head to look at you. “What that looks like may be different to me and you. It’s little steps. But saying something, talking to someone…that’s a great place to start.” She squeezed your hand as the tears welled in your eyes yet again.

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[amoraffairs]

𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary: you become best friends with a little girl who is lost

notes: my first request. i love this. it’s so cute! i love dad remus. sorry it’s so short

You were layed in a million jackets, and a beanie to protect your ears. Not a highlight of fashion choices you made, but it was cold outside.

You eyes scan the store hoping to get what you came for. Not more, not less. The sounds around you blocked out till you feel someone hug you, more like your leg.

“Unca Jamie” The voice of little girl says. She couldn’t be older than than five.

The young girl’s face mirrors you in confusion. “You’re not Unca Jamie” You bend down to the girls height. “Hi, honey do you know where your paren-“

“Your hair the same as him. Well yours longer but i can’t see it cause your hat & both have glasses” She says, her hands softly touching your hair.

You smile at her words, overwhelmed at the sweetness.

“Sweetie, where your Mom or Dad. They must be worried.”The little girl’s eyes widen in shock. Obviously not thinking the consequences of her actions.

“It was just me & my Daddy. I forgot where he is. I saw Unca Jamie,but not Unca Jamie. You. I was calling for him but you just kept walking, so i ran to find you. Unca Jamie.” She says, her words mumbled together & her sentences coming out in one breath.

“What your name, honey” You say as you look around in attempt to see a worried dad looking for his child.

“Belle, like the princess.” She motions to her yellow sparkly dress, giving it a little twirl.

“You want to go look for him, Belle.” You stretch out your hand, & her hand mets yours.

You both walk around the store, hopping to find her dad.

Belle didn’t seem that concerned though, as she continue to talk about everything that came to mind.

“I’m super tall. Taller than Kayla. And , Daddy said i’m going to be more taller,like him. I’m only this years old.” She holds out five fingers.

You hums, showing her you listening , as you look around. Belle continues to talk & you continue to listen.

“Listen princesses, these nice people are going to help you find your Dad.” You tell her as you lead her towards security. It was a last resort, but it was the only option you can think of.

“No, No, don’t leave me.” She says wrapping herself around you. Her grip tight proving she wasn’t going to let go.

You reach down & lift her up so she was sitting on your hip. “I’m not leaving, princess.” She lets out a toothy grin in accomplishment.

You sit in a chair with Belle, as you wait for her Dad. They just called over the intercom, so he should come soon.

“Unca Siri doesn’t believe i’m a real princess. Maybe you tell him for me “ She says, as you braid her hair in an attempt to get her to sit still.

Your eyes catch on to a young man, about the same age as you. His eyes filled with panic as he looks around the room till his eyes meet Belle.

“Daddy” Belle lays jumping off you to hug him. He holds on tight to his daughter, scared she was going to disappear again.

He pulls away lightly, and bends down so he’s at her eye level . Suppressing calm questions about where she went, & how she’s not allowed to go anywhere without him. You could tell the hint of worry in his voice & his attempt not to show it.

“But i saw Unca Jamie.But Unca Jamie was a girl. She’s my friend now.” You smile at her words. His eyes finally meet you.

“Thank you so much, I turned around for a minute & she was gone.” He says walking over to you, where you was standing a while away.

“No it fine, She’s very sweet. Except the fact she said a look like a boy.” You says teasing the five year old.

Belle looks at you slightly upset, like she believed you were hurt by her words. “No, your really pretty. Right Daddy.”

You both laugh at the girls words. “ Yeah. Really pretty.” He finally tells you, once he finds out Belle was serious. You attempt not to blush at his words.

“I’m Remus.” Before you can tell him yours Belle does it for you.

“Hey Belle, we got to go & no leaving me side every again.” Remus says reluctantly.

“I want to stay with Y/N. Can she come to our house. Pleaseee” She say giving you another hug.

“We have to go Uncle Sirius’ birthday party. Remember. You don’t want to miss it right.”

“Yes—“ You cut Belle off before she could argue. “Here princess, I’m going to give you my number & then you can call me so we can have a play date any time.” You grab a piece of paper to write your number, while Belle lets out a cheer of victory.

You hand the piece of paper, who immediately gives it to Remus. “I don’t have pockets Daddy.”

You give both Lupins a smile & a small wave as they leave the store.

[spooki-ghoztzz]

( since a few simps who follow me like my gabriel stuff i might as well give some general hcs for him! physical appearance and such. I’m sorry for spam posting also- i’ve just been bored lowkey- )

Gabriel is a tall and lanky man,if you were to ever see his chest or anywhere else you could almost see the bones even in his hands. Speaking of his hands they’re pale and cold almost matching his thin long fingers that have sharp nails. [ he’s exactly 6′7 and hell,his weight is probably very concerning for a normal human being ]

His hair is blonde and silky,honestly for a alternate he’s handsome but the only disturbing thing about him besides his body is his soulless icy blue eyes that can stare deep into your soul for hours and hours on end.

His pale skin is soft though but always cold even if he’s placed in a warm area he’d be as cold as ice.

His voice is soft and gentle but can flip like a coin if angered but it rarely ever happens around you unless you disobey or make him upset.

Listen,we all know the face i’m talking about but i’d like to think whenever that face happens it almost looks like his face is practically melting off,eyes stretched and smile wide.

He’d gladly wear other clothing besides his very formal one..if you can find something that fits him that is. shirts aren’t a problem it’s mostly pants and his wings are another big problem.

He won’t go out in public for a good reason,he already looks strange enough he’d rather not go outside considering alternates are showing themselves more and more.

He’s happy you don’t care if he’s an alternate and that you see him as..somewhat of a humanoid being? sometimes he hopes you forget he’s a alternate and you see him as a human being at times.

He actually lets you tie his hair up for him or braid it for him,maybe put some hair clips it in. He won’t mind as long as his hair won’t be in his face.

Ain’t the best with fashion but does enjoy the outfits you wear if you’re ever going out somewhere..kinda hurts him that you dress all nice just to go outside for a few hours and not for him :(

Likes it when you run your hand along his wings or maybe pull out a few loose feathers. He won’t mind it since he won’t feel it often plus his wings are one of the things he loves about himself cause he can wrap them around you or maybe just force you to stay with him.

[mozak-hh]

Genshin impact Headcanon:

When they have a nightmare:

Rating: angst, fluff, sfw

Featuring: Xiao, Kaeya, Childe, Diluc

Xiao:

You could hear it, the sharp painful grunts that escaped Xiao's mouth. 

it was in the dead of night. You decided it would be a good idea to spend the night with Xiao at Wangshu inn. However, you did not realise how difficult it was for him to sleep. With his past, you should have guessed it. 

As if writhing in pain, Xiao clenches his fists and turns his head. Sputtering whimpers of desperate pleas and utter nonsense.

“Wait! no.. take me.. instead...” Sweat runs down his forehead. 

“Xiao,” You lightly shake him, moving closer to his side. 

“Doesn’t... deserve- take me... Please!” he jolts, scrunching his face in agony. 

“Xiao!” You slap him hard across the face, becoming more urgent to wake him up. As soo as your palm leave his cheek his eyes flash straight open. Something in them doesn’t seem right.. 

A quick force shoves you into the sheets, tight hands wrapping around your delicate throat. Xiao’s eyes gleam with crazed panic. His grip is too strong, and your shrieks don’t reach his ears. 

Only after he notices that it’s you, and not some intruder, does he take his hands back as if he’s burnt them. Letting tears fall down his cheeks as he rests his head on your abdomen, legs kneeling on each side of your body, arms pulled into his chest tightly. 

“I didn't.. no-” he flinches when you bring your hand to run through his hair. Your soft touch brings more tears to his eyes. He leans into your hand, almost purring at the relief of knowing you aren’t hurt. 

“Take it slow Xiao. Things will get better, I promise.” You sit up in the bed, causing Xiao to shift his weight, sitting in front of you. You lift your pinkie finger and whisper another “I promise” until he wraps his own pinkie around yours. Kissing you deeply in the process. 

Childe:

Spending the night in Childe’s bed was not out of the ordinary. The ginger-haired fellow seemed enlightened in the fact that he could wrap his arms around you and rest. 

But Childe would often have nightmares. Blood curdling agonies of the events he faced in the abyss. 

It was in the early hours of the morning when you could hear hard thumps coming from the other side of the house. The other side of the bed completely empty save the thrown about linen, damp with sweat. 

You leapt out of bed at the sound of metal clashing against metal.  a thunderous clap ringing in your ears. Fetching the pointed dagger from your bed side table, you sprint towards the entrance to the training room. Perhaps there may have been a break in?

A stupid question. As soon as you round the corner you bare witness to a dishevelled harbinger. Hair tossed about and slick with sweat, eyes peeled towards the training dummy sat pathetically in the centre of the room. 

Childe pants hard, centring him balance before hacking away at the dummy’s torso with a sharpened blade. Thinning its waist before it almost comes clean off. 

But not before a smaller blade shoots out from its chest. You poke your head out from behind the dummy, giving Childe a winning smile. 

“What am I gonna do with you,” you cross your arms. Seeing the way his eyes darken at remembrance has you frowning. 

He steps back from you, gesturing towards his trembling build. Tall and strong, but tired. “didn’t think you’d see me like this,” he says. His smile doesn't reach his eyes. 

“Nothing a cup of tea cant fix. Besides, we promised to take care of each other right? I’m not leaving your side tonight babe,” you wink at him jokingly.

Childe breathes a sigh of relief before following you to the kitchen. You knew just what to say…

Kaeya

Kaeya never liked to cry in front of anyone. Well, no one really knew what to say when he did. He was always so cunning and joyful, why would he ever cry?

It was one of those nights. Kaeya leapt out of bed after shaking himself from his night terrors. Trying not to wake you up, he crept from the bedroom before falling to his knees in the study. Furiously wiping his tears and internally kicking himself for being so weak.

“Kaeya…?” Shit. You woke up shortly after he’d left. Knocking quietly on the door while waiting for him to open it.

You could hear a fumbling of things and silent muffles before seeing a very worn kaeya open the door. He was smiling, but you couldn’t tell if it was a smile or a grimace.

“Hey pretty lady, up quite late aren’t you? Let’s go back to bed shall we?” He tries to lead you back to the bedroom. What takes him by surprise however, is when you wrap you arms around his back and embrace him.

“Don’t try and hide it… I love you, so let me take care of you,” he never knew words could break his walls down so easily.

Kaeya looked at you from a split moment before balling into the crook of your neck. Returning your embrace and locking his arms around you waist. You could feel your shirt getting damp from his tears.

You two shared this moment for some time. Kaeya sobbing while you stroked his long hair. It was when his sobs had turning into quiet sniffles that you started to speak.

“Let’s get you fixed up big fella,” you say softly. Holding his hand as you walk him to the bathroom. His face was red and eyes wet. Hair in a dishevelled way. Once you two each the bathroom, you wash his face in a wet cloth before starting to do his hair.

You put it into once long braid, and when your done you take his face in you hands, cupping his cheeks. You smile and chuckle quietly,

“Petty boy,” he leans his head on your chest. Breathing in your scent before leaving a tender kiss on your collarbone, eyes fixated on you with love.

“Oh how could I not adore you?” He kisses you on the lips this time.

Diluc:

Diluc didn’t hate anyone more than himself. That was a fact. The thing he said to his brother and the actions he’d done to shut people out haunted his dreams. Regret always lingering in the back of his mind.

One of these terrible dreams had diluc walking outside the winery late at night. Tears silently rolling down his cheeks while gazing at the sky. Cursing the stars at his misfortune.

His steps slowed down at the sight of the lights being turned on at the mansion. Hearing a loud bang of the front doors being flung open before seeing you scramble out the house. Bunching your night gown to make sure you don’t trip. Hair flowing in the wind behind you as you looks around.

Your eyes look with him, and you race towards him. But seeing his face raw with emotion has you stopping just a few meters in front of him.

“What’s wrong? God you scared the shit out of me,” you breath heavily. You weren’t even wearing shoes, diluc thought.

He looks at you meekly before whispering, “why is it always me?” More tears falling from his eyes.

Your sad expression and you open arms has him racing towards you instead. Picking you up and holding you in his arms, face nestled in the crook of your neck. He slowly puts you back down as he cries silently.

“Oh Diluc, sweetheart..” your words only make him cry harder. “Let’s go sit”

You gesture him towards the river, and the two of you sit on grass and sit in comfortable silence. Rubbing his hand with you thumb, you let him wrap his arms around you, making you sit in between his legs.

Diluc kisses your head. Silently worshipping your body as if this is your last night together. Slowly rocking you and pressing your bodies as close together as possible. His tears keep flowing, but he’s content. Being with you is all he needs right now.

Hope you enjoyed lovelies xx

By me a coffee? ❤️

[iambilliejeanok]

😈Mission gone wrong?😈

Scenario: You have to distract Jiraiya so Itachi and Kisame can kidnap Naruto but that goes horribly wrong in the best way possible 😀

Pairings: Jiraiya x reader. Kisame x Reader x Itachi.

Warnings:18+, very dirty and smutty. Be warned.

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

Taking in a deep breath, you watched the door knob turn, absolutely regretting everything at this point. If you had to turn back now, you’d ruin the entire mission and would have to face your team mates disappointment, nevermind the entire organization’s. In stepped the man you were sent here to distract, your breath hitching at the sight of him. He stood quite tall, much taller than Kisame you’d say, and he was even bulkier, his solid frame spiking your nerves and anxiety. So this was the legendary Jiraiya that Itachi spoke to you and Kisame about. If he’s so legendary then he might notice I’m just fronting, you thought, but he loved himself a beautiful young lady like you. The mini black dress you wore hugged your curves so sinfully, while the knee high, six inch heels elaborating your already long legs, made you look much taller and even sexier. Jiraiya was ready to empty his load inside you with those long legs wrapped around him.

Biting your lip you awkwardly placed your hands on your hips, trying your best to seem casual and sexy. “Hey there big guy”, you greeted as soon as he closed the door to the hotel room. “Damn you’re way more luscious than I expected, no wonder why they charged me such a hefty price”, he spoke, leaving you wondering if he was expecting an answer, or if he was just thinking out loud. “I hope you can satisfy me sweetheart, it would be a real shame if all my money went to waste”, he said with a frown on his surprisingly handsome face. Swallowing, you tried to keep your cool, forcing a smirk and bringing your hand up to twirl one of your braids, “Of course daddy”, you tried to flirt, dismally failing at that. Jiraiya grunted in either lust or disapproval, already guessing he’d be a little bit much for you. “Strip”, he commanded, making you accidentally cough in surprise. “I’m sorry?”, you blurted, not expecting him to jump right into this so fast. Man you were really bad at this. Itachi and Kisame would kill you themselves if you didn’t get this right. They need time. “Why rush into this when we have the whole afternoon love”, you said, slowly walking over to him, your hips sensually swaying while you were at it. His narrow dark eyes leaving yours for a second to skim over your curves, following them as you came closer, placing your hands on his muscular chest and slowly running them up and over his broad strong shoulders, absolutely stunned that you were enjoying the way he felt under your hands. Grabbing your neck you hissed in surprise, his fingers wrapping around the back and pulling you of off of him. He looked over at your face and he could see the uncertainty in your brown eyes. Little did you know he had long known this was a trap to distract him from Naruto and this was all artist of his plan . “On the bed. Now”, he spoke, his voice loud and stern. Immediately obeying his command, you hurried over to the bed, gulping as came closer, his frame towering over you, making you swallow again. Were you still fooling him? Or did he already know this was your plan. He roughly pushed you back so you fell into the soft mattress. Before you even had a chance to take the next breath he pulled you by your thighs, until your bottom sat right on the edge of the bed, his hands already pushing your dress up, exposing your clothed puss to him.

This was the very first time you were actually engaging in the act of sex and did not expect the act to actually take place. The first time an actual, real, manliest of men ever touched you like this. You were prepared to flirt with him and get him to relax, dragging the situation out as long as you could before Kisame and Itachi would burst in and distract Jiraiya, giving you an opportunity to get away. That was the plan, so how did you end up having a man as masculine and intimidating as Jiraiya sniffing your feminine parts and tracing his thick middle finger along your clothed folds, causing a shiver up your spine. While you struggled to adjust to how spread out your thighs were on his broad shoulders, he hooked his finger into your panties and pulled them right off of you. He was quick with his moves, as though he was in a rush, leaving you no time to get yourself together and push him off of you. The moment you were finally able to realize what was happening after being manhandled like that, you felt his warm breath on your core, making you ache in ways only your imagination would let on, your intense nerves only heightening the experience. You always got extremely horny when you were either nervous or afraid. “No wait!”, you whimpered, the fierce look in his eyes telling you he had no time for little games. He needed to work you up and fuck you so he could get back to other important matters. You placed your hand on his head in an attempt to push him away from your puss, but you gasped when you felt a strong stroke of something warm and wet drag from your wet entrance to your urethra, just missing your clit before repeating. Your hand on his head went from pushing him to gripping onto his thick, white mane. “Oh my god!”, you breathed out in surprise, not expecting the pleasure that coursed through your body like electricity to feel this intense. Instinctively bucking your hips, you pushed forward to try get him to lick the one part of you that throbbed to a point where it hurt, small whines involuntarily leaving your lips.

“Ahhhhh!”, you almost screamed when he finally latched onto your button, sucking so hard you thought you’d explode into a million pieces. It barely took any effort on Jiraiya’s part to get you to turn into a moaning mess, his tongue working your entire pussy before occasionally sucking on your nub. He was so focused on his actions that it seemed to you he didn’t care about how you felt, like he was drinking you up, sucking on your nub yet again, before gently grazing it with his teeth, plus a thick finger stretching your untouched pussy open, the lubrication making it way easier for him to fit in his middle finger to the knuckle making you scream out in a mixture of confusing pleasure and pain. You’d arched your back so hard multiple times, his giant head keeping you open for him to continue his work while his one arm gets you down to the bed. His finger hit a spot inside of you that made you instantly tremble, like your body was being forced into the most intense orgasm of your life. Shutting your eyes tights your cries and screams filled the room, Jiraiya’s mouth still on your nub making you squirt out all over this face, some of your juices falling to the sheets drenching them, the sanin perfectly managing to keep up with the mess you were making, the overstimulation driving you absolutely insane.

In the midst of the intense orgasm you were experiencing, you heard the door bust right open, the edge of your second orgasm quickly catching up with you, the pleasure distracting you from paying attention to what was happening in the room. “Oooh f-fuck!”, you cried, worried that you couldn’t manage to get your shit together during a time like this and because Jiraiya just wouldn’t stop sucking and finger fucking you. In the corner of your eye you thought you saw Itachi and Kisame just standing there, watching the sanin mercilessly eat you out. Your heart skipped a couple of beats, intensifying the second orgasm that took you by surprise. “Ahhhhh!”, you cried out again, your body violently shaking, forcing you shut your eyes to better anchor yourself, your free hand coming up to grip the sheets near your face.

When you finally managed to open your eyes again, your body still shook a little, occasionally shivering while you still whimpered like a puppy, your legs shut and your back still arching in the sexiest sinful way. “Oi, looks like you dismally failed the task y/n”, you heard the familiar voice talk. Your brown eyes shot open, fuck.

“K-kisame”, you said, afraid to meet his gaze and face whatever it was they had for you. You’d just lost them a very important mission. “You can’t even talk? Damn”, Kisame laughed, sitting down on the bed right beside you, his hand slowly rubbing your shivering thigh. Itachi stayed where was, very surprised that you were still drunk on your little orgasm. Is this her first time? He wondered, amazed that something like having someone eating you out would leave you this disoriented. You? A woman he actually didn’t want to mess with, in such an adorable mess over getting your nub sucked on? Your nub...pretty. He thought, cocking his head to side to continue eyeing your slick cooch, Kisame casually holding your thigh up so he could get a better look, benefiting the two of them. “Seems like that legend really made a mess out of you y/n”, Kisame teased, your cheeks flushing at the sudden realization. Kisame and Itachi were both analyzing your private. “I-tachi, Kisame”, you managed to say. “I’m sorry”. You’d never felt so worthless and ashamed in your life. “I’m not a whore, it just happened so fast”, you tried to defend yourself when you saw their expressions unchanging. You noticed Jiraiya wasn’t there anymore. When Itachi saw the slight confusion on your face he spoke, “That was simply a shadow clone”, his dark eyes set on your dripping pussy, hungrily licking his lips. You would just run away forever you figured, the thought making you feel a little less terrible. Trying to shut your thighs together you felt a resistance. Kisames larger hand keeping you wide open, adding to the disgrace you felt you were. Looking over at him you whined, “Please let me get dressed. I’ll leave”, you started to say before Itachi cut you off. “But you’re a mess. Let’s get you all cleaned up before we leave”, Itachi spoke, nearing you with every word. Were they going to clean you up? Why? “No thanks I’m good, I’ll just go”, you almost desperately pleaded.

“Yes. As soon as we clean you up you can leave”, Itachi said, placing a cold hand on your other thigh, spreading you even wider. His other other hand came up to his mouth, dipping his middle and index fingers inside to start sucking on them, getting them all nice and warm for you. “Fuck, you smell so good y/n…let me taste you?”, Kisame asked, leaning forward and placing his arm over your thigh, leaving you trapped with your pussy right in his face. Licking his lips, your teammate looked up at you for approval, noticing the bewildered expression on your face. “I’ll just clean you up, and then we can go…like you asked”, he said, hoping you’d be a little more convinced. Shyly, you nodded your head and at that moment Kisame went straight for lapping at your pussy, forcing his tongue inside of your tight cunt in desperation, the stretch making you moan aloud, gripping into his hair to slow him down. His tongue kept on exploring you, traveling over your clit, flicking it hard with his tongue, making you moan even louder since you were now so sensitive. “Kisame!”, you cried in such a sexy way, making the man between your legs growl before slowly suckling on your tender button, alternating between hard licking and gentle sucking, quickly driving you to the edge. Itachi could not take his eyes off of you, such a strong woman like you falling apart under a man’s touch. Interesting.

Itachi finally pulled his fingers out of his mouth, immediately burying both of them into your heat, his dick twitching at your reaction, your back arching and your hand immediately death gripping his wrist, the sexiest cry leaving your lips. His sharingan rapidly spun at the sight, he barely got to the knuckle and you already couldn’t handle it. She’s so tight, he thought, it really must be her first time. Kisame began focusing on your clit, his sideways position forcing him to roughly flick your clit in left to right strokes, before stopping to suck hard, distracting you from Itachi’s actions, making you fall back into the sheets and scream out loud. How could the two men that you feared and respected also reduce you to an independent needy mess. You felt so weak. But you also felt so good. Itachi pushed his fingers a little deeper inside of you, settling for a fast and rough pace when he found your gspot, immediately making you gush like a tap, your screaming like music to Kisames ears, enjoying the way you drenched his face, literally drinking you up like your pussy was a fountain. “Ahhh, there you go”, Itachi spoke, letting go of your thigh to bury that hand into your hair, tugging your head up so you could look at him. “Maybe if you cum a few more times just like you did right now for me, I’ll feel better about the failure of this mission y/n”, he said. “B-but…. Ooooohhhh!!!!!”, your grunted, Kisame never ceasing his actions while Itachi slowly rubbed your gspot. “What’s the matter y/n? Now you can’t talk? Answer me”, he groaned, moving his fingers a little quicker, adding a little more pressure. “Ahhhhhhh!!!! M-muuuuchhh oooohhhhh! P-please!”, you babbled, Itachi gruesomely finger fucking you to orgasm, your body now violently shaking, the strength of the two men keeping you right where they needed you. When you calmed, his fingers started moving again, long whines instantly leaving your lips. “Again. Until I feel better”, Itachi said, coming back up to hold your other thigh open. It didn’t matter if you were crying, screaming and kicking. Itachi was obsessed with watching you squirt and Kisame unable to quench his need to keep tasting you. Your team mates used you like this, and took turns carrying you back to the hideout, mildly conversing about doing this again. Maybe even fuck you next time.