#'she's making me NERVOUS' 'well she can't climb trees. so'

[maculategiraffe]

one amazing thing about having a yard is that there are a bunch of small animals living in it and every time I come outside they all look up at me in total disbelief like "excuse me. what exactly do you think you are you doing in my yard"

[vigilante-3073]

Tree-hugger

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

PART 2

Summary: Daryl managed to convince Y/N to move closer to the prison. He keeps true to his promise of visiting her.

TW: Flirting, fluff, nervous Daryl

Y/N lived in the forest just outside the fences of the prison. Daryl tried to convince her to come inside, but she refused. Y/N operated on her own schedule, moving to different areas around the perimeter every few days. Daryl tended to think of her as an outdoor cat, only coming around when she wanted attention or food.

Daryl gave her a radio to keep in touch, checking up on her when he hadn't seen her in a few days. She had managed to survive this long without any assistance and Daryl couldn't deny that he was impressed.

Daryl invited her on scavenging missions, providing her with the opportunity to help out and get some more supplies for herself at the same time. Y/N waited for him outside the gates whenever they were going to go on a run, never going inside.

She trusted Daryl implicitly and he felt the same way. It was both the strangest and longest lasting friendship that Daryl ever had.

...

Daryl and Y/N sat around the fire in silence, a lit cigarette dangling from his fingers as he watched her cook a rabbit. Life in the prison had finally settled and things were starting to function as they should.

Crops had started to grow in the yard and they had running water for the first time in a long time. They were safe and life was good.

Y/N deserved that too. She deserved to have an actual bed and a stable place to call home, even for a few days.

"You can trust them, y'know?" Daryl said, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing smoke up into the air.

"Trust who?" Y/N questioned, eyes not moving from the fire as she rotated the meat in the flame.

"My group... Or Rick, at least," Daryl said, flicking the ashes from the end of his cigarette.

"I trust you. That's enough for me," Y/N stated, eyes finding his over the fire and shooting him a small smile, "Besides, groups make me nervous and I work better on my own anyway," She shrugged.

"What about me?" Daryl asked.

"If you're willing to drag that beautifully sculpted body of yours up a tree, I would be more than happy to turn this into a two man operation," Y/N said, eyes running over him appreciatively.

"I can't climb for shit," He said with a smile, flicking the ashes from the end of his cigarette.

"I could teach you," Y/N offered.

"Nah, you just want an excuse to stare at my ass all day," Daryl said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"It is a nice ass," She smiled.

Daryl didn't push the subject of meeting the group. He knew that she would come around in due time.

...

Daryl made his way through the forest, crossbow held close to himself as he stared up into the trees. He knew that Y/N had moved into this area since the last time he saw her.

Daryl would never understand how she managed to blend in so well.

Y/N watched him walk by with a smile, lounging on a high branch that was concealed by leaves. She reached over and plucked an acorn from one of the leafy branches above her. Y/N threw the acorn, laughing as it hit the archer square in the center of his back.

"Booyah!" She yelled.

Daryl spun around, squinting up at the trees as he scanned the branches for her, "Where the hell are you?" He called.

"Over here, handsome!" Y/N yelled.

Daryl shook his head as he made his way over, staring up at her from the ground. He could just barely see her through the lush greenery.

"Why'd you go so high up?" Daryl asked.

"To watch you wander around aimlessly while I throw things at you," She smiled.

"Get your ass down here. I brought dinner," He said, holding up a string of squirrels.

Y/N untied herself and climbed down from the tree quickly. Daryl hovered at the base, ready to catch her if she slipped.

Y/N dropped down onto the ground, dusting her hands on her pants, "Is that a new shirt?" She asked, eyes running over him.

Daryl nodded, "Found it yesterday," He stated.

"Looks good on you. Plus, it shows off those big arms that I love so much," She said with a wink.

Daryl smiled slightly, cheeks flushing, "Shut up," He muttered.

"About how gorgeous you are? Never," She smirked, "There's a clearing over this way," She added.

Daryl shook his head before following her through the trees. She went to work building the fire as he prepared the squirrels.

"Rick wants to go on another run tomorrow," Daryl said.

"Are you going?" Y/N asked, blowing carefully at the base of her fire before adding more tinder.

"You got a crush on me or somethin'?" He asked.

"Of course I do. Have you seen yourself? I'd have your sexy redneck ass wifed up in a minute if marriage was still a thing" She replied casually, adding small pieces of wood to the fire.

Daryl smiled, even when he flirted back Y/N still managed to leave him speechless. He looked up as she sat back on her haunches, looking over at him.

"I'm goin' with Rick tomorrow," He said.

"Fantastic, so am I," She replied.

...

Daryl made his way out into the forest with a flashlight, it was the latest he had ever gone out and he hoped Y/N was still awake.

Daryl and Rick had gone off on a scouting mission that kept them away for a few days. Rick needed to collect medical supplies and some items for the baby.

Daryl smiled slightly when he saw firelight in the distance. He made his way towards it, turning off his flashlight as he approached.

"Howdy, stranger. I thought you forgot about me," Y/N said with a smile.

"Went out with Rick for a few days," Daryl said, sitting down on the ground beside her with his back leaned against the fallen tree trunk.

"Rabbit?" She asked, holding up the stick of cooked meat.

Daryl nodded, taking the stick from her outstretched hand and pulling some meat off the bone.

Y/N watched him eat for a moment before turning her attention back to the fire, "I missed you," She said.

"Missed you too," Daryl replied gruffly.

"You gonna stay out here tonight?" She asked.

He nodded, "I'm not climbing a tree though," Daryl said.

"You're going to sleep on the ground like a-" "Normal person? Yeah," Daryl said.

"Oh, so you think I'm abnormal?" Y/N questioned.

"Yeah," He stated.

"Don't insult me, Daryl, I'll fall in love with you," Y/N said.

He huffed a laugh, "Would that be a bad thing?" Daryl asked with a smile.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter," Y/N smirked.

[outermaybanks]

just a kiss - part iii - jj x bi!reader x kie

part one ☆ part two

a/n: the much-awaited part 3. i can't even promise this is the last thing ill write for this, bc im so in love with this throuple. warnings for smut 18+ CW!! smut, unprotected sex (pull out gang), p-in-v, fingering, oral both f and m receiving but mostly f, cumeating, threesome... i think that covers it? if im missing something lmk

You didn’t know how to get ready, Kie had texted you to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind, but she wanted to keep the actual date a surprise. You settled for something cute, but still casual enough, and waited, but you were surprised when your phone dinged with a text from JJ.

Maybank: im here Maybank: ur dad seems really happy to see me is he mad i called off yesterday

You felt a wave of excitement clash with a wave of anxiety. You quickly grabbed your bag and went downstairs. You and your dad lived above his shop, which made keeping secrets from him extremely difficult. You walked through the garage, finding JJ standing with your dad looking into a car with a flashlight. “Dad, it’s JJ’s day off,” you said as you walked over. JJ turned when he heard your voice, a smile creeping onto his lips. “I just wanted to show him the engine on this baby… so where you two going?” You and JJ exchanged looks, he looked nervous to say the wrong thing, which left you with a very important decision to make. And you quickly made your choice.

“Actually, JJ and Kie are taking me on a date,” you tell him, and JJ’s head snapped to look at your father. “Kie, now that’s… that’s JJ’s girlfriend who you like very much, right?” your dad teased, a knowing smile turning the corners of his lips up. JJ’s head snapped back to you, this time with a smirk. “That’s the one. C’mon, JJ, before he ropes you into checking out the Mustang he’s never driven,” you say, trying to lead JJ away. “It’s a 1967, she’s a beaut, and I’m real close to fixin’ her up!” your dad called, JJ almost turned back around, but you kept pushing him forward.

Once you were out of the garage, you saw JJ’s bike parked in the gravel. “C’mere,” JJ said softly. You looked up at him just before he put his helmet on you. “I, uh, I liked that you told the dad the truth…” he added as he fastened the strap beneath your chin. “Well, if this date is successful, he’d find out eventually,” you explain. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he hired you with the intention of marrying me off to you, so…”

JJ chuckled before swinging his leg over his bike. “Hold on tight, cupcake.”

You were grateful for the helmet, it hid your blush as you climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

JJ took you back to the Chateau, only it looked different. You had heard rumors that there was a hot tub, but you had never seen it for yourself before now. And the big tree in the back year was covered in fairy lights, while Kie sat beside a bonfire; she quickly stood when she heard the rev of JJ’s bike. 

JJ helped you off his bike and you two walked over to join Kie, who was struggling to hold back a smile. “Hey… I hope it’s not too much, I wanted it to look nice,” Kie said, vaguely gesturing to the scene behind her. “It’s beautiful… John B doesn’t mind that we’re using his house for our date?” you asked. “Nah, he’s cool with it. Him and Sarah are staying at a hotel over on Figure Eight for the night,” JJ answered. You started to look around, mesmorized by the twinkling of the fairy lights, and your heart swelled knowing Kie and JJ did all this just to make it nice for you.

Kie had made you dinner, a family recipe she claimed. “I just figured you were probably tired of pizza,” she said bashfully when you complimented the taste. The three of you ate together, JJ told you the story of how he and Kie met, then you told Kie about JJ’s first day working for your dad, how he fumbled a battery change because he had never worked on that type of car before. “Y’know, she told her dad she was coming on a date with us,” JJ mentioned. Kie’s eyes widened, her eyes were smiling despite the fact that she was chewing. “You did?” she asked after she swallowed. “Yeah… he’s pretty chill, and I figured… there’s a good chance he’ll be seeing both of you around.” Something about that made Kie blush.

After dinner, JJ was strumming mindlessly on his guitar while you and Kie made s’mores for dessert. “Do you like ‘em golden brown or burnt?” Kie asked, offering to cook yours for you. “Cremated.” Kie’s face scrunched up in disgust as she let out a laugh. You didn’t mind the teasing, you just thought she looked so pretty. Then it occurred to you, this was a date, you didn’t have to hold back. You tucked a piece of hair behind her ear so you could get a better look at her face, then place that hand on her thigh. Her skin felt warm from the fire, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Kie had a proud smile on her face, but her attention stayed on the task at hand: making you a s’more.

Sometime while your attention was on Kie roasting a marshmallow, JJ moved over to sit closer to the two of you, and now you sat between them shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t listen to Kie, burnt is best,” JJ said, making you smile. “You only think that because you’re incapable of not burning a marshmallow,” Kie shot back, just as she brought the on-fire marshmallow up to her lips to blow out, before sticking it right back in the fire, turned slightly. 

You felt JJ put his arm around you and you turned your head to look up at him, smiling. His eyes moved between yours, before flickering down to your lips. You thought he looked so beautiful in the light of the fire and twinkling lights.

When Kie finished making your s’more she handed it to you with a smile, a smile that made you feel warm inside. You thanked her before biting it; she had made it perfect. “Oh, hold on,” JJ said, causing you to turn to look at him with wide, unknowing eyes. He held your chin still before licking the corner of your mouth. “Sorry, you had a little something there.”

His eyes once again moved between yours before suddenly he was leaning in again, pressing his lips to yours. “JJ!” Kie scolded. “We said we’d take it slow.”

JJ pulled away, licking his bottom lip. “You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry. We don’t want to rush things with you.”

You turned back to look at Kie, her eyes were wide with worry, worry that JJ had already scared you off.

“What if… What if I don’t want to take it slow?” you asked, taking Kie by surprise. She looked past you to JJ. “Then I’d say,” JJ spoke up, stealing your attention once again. “It’s the perfect time to get in the hot tub.”

You looked back to Kie, to see what she thought. She looked between you and JJ, then without a word she lifted her shirt over her head. You turned back to JJ, and he was now standing, lifting his shirt over his head, so you followed their lead. 

JJ quickly got in first, but Kie waited for you, then held her hand out for you to take as you both got in together. The jets felt good on your back, but Kie’s touch felt better as she trailed her hand up your arm. “Can I kiss you?” you heard yourself ask before you could stop yourself. The question made Kie smile before she scooted even closer to you, her hand now resting on your shoulder. You brought your hand up to her cheek, pulling her closer before pressing your lips to hers. 

The kiss very quickly became hungry, but then suddenly Kie pulled away, and before you could even process it, she leaned over to press her lips to JJ. You had noticed their physical intimacy had slowed since all of this started, all the way back in June, but you had to admit now that you you weren’t forcing yourself to look away, you found it hot to watch, and wondered if they felt the same way.

When Kie and JJ pulled away, his eyes, dark and clouded, fell to you next. You felt like you were under a spell as you moved towards him, both his hands coming to cup your cheeks and pull your face towards hims before he pressed his lips to yours. Your hands found his shoulders before sliding down his chest. His lips moved down to kiss your neck, and Kie took advantage of your available lips.

Your whole body was starting to burn from within, and being in the hot tub was becoming too much. “Wanna go… inside?” you mumbled between kisses. Kie pulled away, and so did JJ, and suddenly you were worried you had said the wrong thing. Kie’s eyes were searching yours, but you didn’t know for what. Then JJ stood up, shaking his hair like a wet dog, before holding both his hands out. You took one, while Kie took the other, and the three of you got out slowly, only to practically race each other inside. 

The second the bedroom door was closed, someone’s lips were on yours, but you didn’t see whose, and you didn’t really care. “JJ!” Kie’s voice scolded before your kiss ended. “Sorry, he’s always like that. Eager.” “I don’t mind…” you answered honestly, and Kie smiled, before sitting on the bed. “Have you ever done it before?” Kie asked as JJ sat beside her. “Sex? Yeah, I’ve had sex.” “A threesome,” JJ corrected. “Oh! Uh… no actually, have you?” 

A proud smile came over JJ’s face. “Well, I don’t mean to brag, but-” “I haven’t either,” Kie quickly interjected. “And I’ve never been with a woman before, so… I’m sorry if I’m bad at it,” she giggled a little, but you could tell she was genuinely insecure. You wanted to make her feel better.

“Well, I’ve been with women before. And I’ve been told I’m a good teacher,” you say softly. Kie’s eyes moved up and down your figure before she nodded. You sat down on the other side of her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before lurching forward to press your lips to hers. Her hands moved to rest against your thigh, but they froze there, even as the kiss deepened.

“You can touch me,” you whispered between kisses, then looked to JJ, whose eyes were focused on where you and Kie were connecting. “You can too,” you added before kissing down to Kie’s neck. She let out a soft moan, a sound you never wanted to stop hearing. Kie’s hands hesitantly moved, first sliding up to hold your waist, then to cup your breasts over your bra. To encourage her, you left out a soft sound of approval, and let your hands move down to her thighs, sliding them up slowly. 

You felt the weight on the bed shift and dip, and you quickly turned to see JJ sitting on the other side of you. “Don’t let me distract you, baby, keep going,” he said softly. It was all so hot, you had never felt this hungry for touch. As if he could read your mind, JJ’s hand landed on your thigh, and you felt his lips on your shoulder as he watched you mark up his girlfriend, your girlfriend? That was still kind of unclear. 

You let your fingers ghost over Kie’s panties, then softly rubbed her through them, you could feel how wet she was when you pushed down, and fuck it turned you on. You felt JJ’s finger slide over the back of your bra strap, so you spare him another look to give him a nod, telling him he could take it off, and he did, helping you slide the straps down your arm. When Kie saw this, she reached behind her back to take off her own bra.

“Can you lay back for me, sweetheart?” you practically cooed in Kie’s ear, and she eagerly nodded, scooting back a bit before laying down, and immediately you straddled her lap, your lips returned to her neck, but this time you kissed down her chest before licking the bud of her nipple, then taking it into your mouth while your hand palmed her other breast. 

The sounds that fell from her were heavenly, little whines of pleasure, wordlessly begging for more. You kissed further down her stomach, until you reached the hem of her panties. “Can I take these off?” you asked, slightly out of breath from your own excitement.

Kie nodded fervently, “Yes, please. Need you there.”

Who were you to deny her when she asked so nicely? You slowly peeled them down, guiding them down her legs until they hit the floor. You felt her move and looked up to see JJ now stood beside her, as she started pulling his boxers down. You had looked up just in time to watch his hard cock spring free, and the sight of Kie taking him into her mouth made your mouth water. 

You bit your lip, watching the scene in front of you, before pushing Kie’s thighs apart to kiss up them. Right before you reached her core, you looked up through your eyelashes and found JJ’s eyes on you, so you kept your eyes on his as your tongue slid through Kie’s folds. Even with a dick in her mouth, the moan she let out was loud, which made JJ let out a groan as he fought to keep his eyes open and on you.

You let your tongue move up and down a few times before sliding it into her tight hole, and her head fell back, her hand coming up to stroke JJ’s dick while she regained her composure. “Fuck, that feels so good…” Kie said softly, giving your ego a stroke. 

You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, very slightly moving your head, and you slid one finger, then a second into her. You stared in amazement at where your fingers disappeared, and how she clenched around you, and you were jealous for just a moment of JJ for having a dick. 

“She making you feel good, mamas?” JJ asked softly, running a hand through Kie’s hair. Your eyes moved to look at her as she nodded, only capable of making soft moans. “We should be making her feel good, too, don’t you think?” Again Kie just nodded. JJ looked back at you with a smirk, before he moved, disappearing from your sight which allowed you to give your full attention to Kie.

That is until you felt his lips on your shoulder, and slowly move down your back. “Whaddya say, sweet girl? Can I have a taste?” JJ asked. You didn’t want to stop what you were doing, so you looked up to Kie and nodded. “She says yes,” Kie answered for you. You felt JJ’s big hands hold the back of your thighs, just before you felt him move your panties aside, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance, pulling a moan from you that sent vibrations straight to Kie’s core. It felt like a fucked up version of the telephone game. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet, y/n,” JJ grunted, as his hand came down on your ass with a slap, his fingers kneeding the flesh. “Got this turned on just from eating our girlfriend out?”

Oh. You thought. I guess it’s not unclear. 

JJ’s tongue slid into your pussy as he tried to lap up the juices of your arousal, then his tongue moved to doing circles around your clit, then to flicking the bud with his tongue before his lips wrapped around it.

Fuck he was good at that. But you couldn’t let him distract you, not when you could feel how close Kie was. You starting pumping your fingers faster, then slowly added a third finger, switching back to using your tongue on her clit. 

“Close, close, fuck!” Kie panted out. You couldn’t help but think she looked angelic with her hair all messy on the pillow, her lidded eyes still so big and eager with a slight pout on her lips. Hearing those words spurred you on, your tongue laying flat to curl up to lap up her juices, but then you felt JJ’s hands grip your hips tighter as he pulled you back to his mouth, vying for your attention. 

With your free hand you reached up to massage her breast, your fingers gently pinching and playing with her nipple, before her hand came down to tangle in your hair, her thighs trying to squeeze together as her breathing picked up, signalling her orgasm.

You slowed your movement, but didn’t stop as she came down from her high, her chest rising and falling with her quick breaths. “Come here, y/n,” Kie breathed out as she slowly sat up. You sat up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion by what she meant, but you obeyed nonetheless. 

Kie’s hands cupped your cheeks as she pressed a kiss to your lips, and it dawned on you that that was the first time she kissed you. “Jayj, you too,” Kie said between kisses. You felt the part of the bed beside you dip down, just before Kie pulled back. You looked over to JJ, and without thinking, leaned over and pulled him down to kiss you. 

JJ’s hands immediately found something to hold onto, one on the back of your head to keep you against him, and the other on your thigh, his thumb making small circles, inching closer and closer to your core. 

“JJ’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” Kie asked, and hearing it took you by surprise so you pulled away, but JJ’s lips kissed down your jaw to your neck. Once you processed the words, and thought about it for a moment, you nodded, and she smiled, going in for another quick kiss. When you two pulled away, she guided you to lay back against her, your head leaning against her shoulder.

JJ’s hand slid down your stomach to your underwear, and after you gave him the nod of approval, he pulled them down. JJ used his thumb to spread you open and get a good look, which would have made you feel bashful if Kie wasn’t currently playing with your hard nipples. Her breath hitting your ear was turning you on, which was something new for you.

JJ slid his fingers through your folds, collecting the juices before coating his dick with them. When JJ leaned down, he first pressed a kiss to Kie’s lips, then yours as his hands opened your legs for him. You felt him line up at your entrance, before slowly his tip slid into you, making you gasp.

You weren’t a virgin by any means, but you had been honest when you told Kie and Sarah you had mostly dated girls, it had been a while since you had been with a man.

“JJ’s kinda big, he’s gotta go slow, baby,” Kie whispered in your ear as she continued palming your breasts. 

Kinda was an understatement, JJ had at least two inches on the guys you’d been with previously. 

“She can take it, baby, I know she can,” JJ praised, slowly sliding in more. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, princess, you feel so good.”

Hearing JJ’s praises spurred you on, you wanted to make him proud. “Please, J, more, I can take it,”

JJ smirked, “See, Kie, told ya.”

Your head fell back on her shoulder as you started to feel the stretch. “You’re doing so good, baby,” Kie’s soft voice encouraged you, and you felt her press a kiss to the side of your head. God, if threesomes always felt this good, you’d never turn one down again.

That’s when it really hit you: this wasn’t just a threesome, this was your first time with your new girlfriend, and your new boyfriend.

When JJ finally bottomed out, you let out a soft whine, turning your head and puckering your lips. The sight made Kie smile before she kissed you, one of her hands cupping her cheek while the other slid down your body to play with your sensitive bud. 

You couldn’t stop the moans from falling from your lips as JJ started moving his hips, starting off slow but picking up speed. 

“You look so fucking hot right now, y/n,” Kie mumbled against your skin, her lips moving to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Both of you look so fucking hot- fuck I could cum now,” JJ panted his hand sliding up your body to give your breasts attention since Kie was preoccupied with your clit. 

You had only had one previous sexual partner able to get you to climax, and even when you were by yourself, it took at least half an hour to get there, but this, this was an entirely new sensation, one that was getting you closer and closer after only just starting.

“Fuck, you gonna cum on my cock? I can feel ya squeezin’ the shit outta me,” JJ said softly, his southern accent coming out thicker. 

“I wanna see you cum on his dick,” Kie whispered in your ear, and it was what sent you over the edge, a high pitched whine leaving your lips as your body went limp in Kie’s arms.

“Shit- Fuck!” JJ exclaimed before you felt him pull out, fisting his cock until his cum shot out on your chest. Your mind was still hazy from your orgasm, but you felt a sense of pride in knowing you made him cum. “I’m sorry- I didn’t have time- to ask where- to cum,” JJ pant outed between breaths. 

“‘S okay,” you mumbled.

“I think she liked it, Jayj,” Kie spoke up, before leaning forward to wipe your chest with her finger, licking the cum clean off. “You want a taste?” 

You didn’t even think, just nodded, and Kie wiped the rest off your chest before sliding her finger past your lips. You hollowed your cheeks and kept your eyes on hers while you sucked it clean.

“Fuuuuuck,” JJ breathed out, running a hand through his hair. The second Kie’s finger retracted from your mouth, JJ turned your chin to make you look at him before he pressed his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth. 

“You took him so well, baby, made us proud,” Kie praised, leaning over to kiss your neck. God you swore you could’ve melted right then and there. 

“I’m so fucking glad we played truth or dare,” JJ said after you two pulled away, making you giggle.

“Think John B’s gonna be mad we fucked in his bed?” you asked. “Considering I told him we were using the chateau for a movie night, we could just wash the sheets and not say anything,” JJ replied. “Yeah they don’t need to know where we fucked, just that y/n’s our girlfriend now,” Kie added, and the words fell so easily for her, the simple action made your heart swell.

JJ could be grateful that he suggested the game of truth or dare, but you were grateful you told your dad to hire him.

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[upsidedownmvnson]

dirty girl | eddie munson smut

warnings: fingering, squirting, semi public, daddy kink, sex toy

AN: fuck

You sat beside your boyfriend, Eddie Munson in algebra. Halfway through the class he slipped you a little note, tucking it under the short material of your skirt instead of handing it to you. It said that he had an extra special surprise for lunch, and to meet him there at the break. You scrunch your eyebrows in silent questioning, but he answered but grinning and turning back to his notebook. There was no algebra, just a drawing of Frodo Baggins.

Through the rest of this class and the walk to the next, Eddie munson won't give up the surprise.

It was on your mind, you could tell in the grin it was something he was excited for. Eddie had been your boyfriend for over a year, and he'd never stopped surprising you. It was almost ridiculous how much effort he was constantly putting in, between the secret tree fort he built you in the woods, or when he learned how to cook your favourite meal to surprise you on your anniversary.

Eddie shows his love by doing things for you, he wanted to help you, with whatever. Anything, everything. The boy was so in love with you.

But when you showed up to the van at lunch, you didn't expect the surprise to be curtains in his van. And you certainly didn't understand why he was that excited about them, they were nice definitely and he did a great job. It was just kind of hard to tie the surprise to you.

"What do you think?" he asked, gesturing grandly towards the interior. You two were alone in this little corner of parking lot, Eddie stayed tucked away for the occasional last minute deal.

"Great job, baby," you said, kissing his cheek sweetly, and slipping your hand into his. "What sparked the idea?"

"Well," he said, using your interlocked hands to guide you into the back of the familiar van, and you started to climb in. "I was laying in bed the other thinking how much it sucks when you were these little skirts and I can't touch you."

"Oh?" you said, finally realizing what Eddie brought you here for.

"So I fixed that," he said, climbing in after you. "I'm about to have you for lunch." He flashed a wicked grin as he closed the van door, leaving the two of you in total privacy. The black curtains only let it cracks of light, but it was enough to see Eddie's eyes trained on your legs.

You were sitting facing him, you thighs parted slightly, granting him a little peek of the very thing he wanted. You wanted it, but you were nervous, but oh my god you were begging in your mind, begging for him to come make good on his words.

"And look at you, little mouse," he said, crawling forward like a predator. "You're breathing heavy already," he said, but you hadn't noticed until he said so. "I bet..." He got close enough to touch you, and used one hand to lean on the wall behind you, bringing his face only a few inches away from yours. He brought his hand up to your leg, touching the inside of your soft thighs, first encouraging you to spread them wider, which you did, and then tantalizingly slowly Eddie slid his calloused hand up length of your thigh until it slipped under the material of your skirt. "Your pussy is already soaked for me."

He hissed when he felt just how much. You were soaked, totally turned on by your predicament. Ready to surrender yourself to his dirty desires. His digit slipped up and down your slit over pink panties.

"She's just cryin' for me," he said, hooking his finger around the material and slipped it off. He stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. "I'm going to class with those in there."

"Eddie," you whispered, not breaking eye contact. His eyes were darker than normal, and yours were wide and glassy. He looked at you like you were something to eat.

And only for him.., you were.

"Yeah, baby?" he said, resting his forehead against yours. "Y'okay?"

"Touch me, please?"

"Tsk tsk tsk," he tutted, "you're being such a good girl," he said. He pushed off the wall, balancing back on his knees. He pinched your chin between his finger and thumb. "But Daddy's looking for a dirty girl."

You whimpered, leaning back without a word, letting your back hit the side of the van. You lifted your leg and moved it around him, totally spreading your legs for him while he just watched, both hands finding a place on your thighs after you settled.

You brought one hand to your own heat, running a single finger over your clit, pouting at Eddie for making you be the one to do it. You brought a second finger to your clit running small, soft circles. Eddie moaned in approval, watching in awe as you touched yourself for him, while you watched his face and eyes, searching for praise in his expression.

You slid your fingers down until they found your sopping hole. You were so wet, the threat of being caught was making your clit pulse with desperation for more. You collected some of your juices and held them up to Eddie, who grabbed your wrist and sucked each digits individually, moaning at how sweet you are.

"Help me, Daddy," you pouted, lifting your skirt and trying to slide your bum closer to Eddie's knees, allowing him to see every inch of you.

"Hmm, no."

You grunted, rolling your eyes. Looking around the van for something to help you. While you looked, you returned to rubbing soft circles over your clit. You were getting impatient.

Beside you was the present you got Eddie for his birthday, you grinned flipping yourself over to crawl on your hands and knees to retrieve it. It was cold to the touch, the metal laying untouched for a few days. It was meant to be a dice container but he had started using it as a place to safely tuck away his rings when he needs to take them off.

But now, for lack of a better option. Eddie was just going to have watch you fuck yourself with it. You were closer to the middle of the van now, ass perked up towards Eddie.

"What're you doing, babe?" he asked, trying to see. You turned towards him, holding the makeshift dildo, and then sat on your knees, bum nestles on your shoes with your skirt fanning beautifully over your thighs. It was too high on your waist to really cover much. "Whatcha got?"

You didn't say anything, you just reached out for his hand, bringing it to your mouth. You took off each of his rings with your mouth, dropping them into the little container. He just watched. You flipped it upside down so the side with the lid is the one you held, and brought the bottom of it up to your mouth, putting the metal on the tip of your tongue.

He chewed on the skin of his cheek, watching his dominance slip into your grasp. Who was in charge now?

You took it into your mouth, and Eddie sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. You sucked it for only a second, just getting it wet enough to use. No one said anything as you repositioned yourself, bringing your legs out in front of you, and brought the toy up to your entrance, bring it up and down your slit. The coolness of the metal made you moan, and you brought it to your hole, slipping it inside yourself.

You moaned.

"Yeah, little mouse?" he asked, breathing getting caught in his throat as you fucked yourself in front of him. He could hear the rattling of his rings, and his cock twitched in his jeans. "Fucking yourself good, honey?"

You nodded, watching his face and moaning. He licked his lips at the sight.

"Daddy'll help you now, little mouse," he said, "that's unreal."

He slipped around you, tucking you between his legs, and pushing his chest into your back.You wanted to be a brat and not let him, but you were so desperate. You were working the rings in and out of yourself still, moaning and writhing in Eddie's grip.

"Are you gunna make yourself cum, baby?"

You nodded, and nearly hissed at the sensation of his fingers finding your clit, touching it so softly and tenderly. It had only been a couple minutes, but the new situation with your new sensations was so hot, it was speeding you towards the finish line.

"Can Daddy do it?" he whispered in your ear, hand gliding over your working hand, and took over the metal, and you let him. You leaned back into him, gripping his thighs in your hands. "You're so, fucking, hot."

You bucked your hips, the knot in your tummy was burning. You felt so good, Eddie was fucking the lights out of you and he never even took his cock out. He was a wizard.

"Eddie," you moaned, getting louder than you should. He spanked your clit, and you gasped. "Daddy," you moaned, and Eddie made a noise of praise, bringing his lips to the side of your neck to place a few kisses there. He sucked a hickey just below to the collar of your shirt, and then kissed his way up to your ear, which he nipped, making you gasp again.

"D-Daddy, please," you moaned, words mumbled. "Feels s'good."

"Little mouse," he mused, voice gentle beside your ear. "Daddy wants your cum, okay? Daddy wants your pleasure."

You nodded fiercely, right on the brink of the explosion. And when Eddie raised his hand to slap your clit again, immediately rubbing it quickly after, harder than before.

You covered your mouth with your own hand, muffled your loud moans as your climax started. Your pussy gripped the metal edges, but Eddie didn't stop and suddenly, you were falling against Eddie, totally limp, legs shaking as you squirt, coating a stripe on the wall with your dripping pleasure.

"Little mouse," he said, excited over what happened. Making you squirt was his favourite thing. He opened the container and put his rings back on, staring at them with newfound pride. Eddie slipped a ringed finger in your pussy, and you hissed, pulsing against his digit, your walls were swollen from gripping the solid edges of the metal. "That was a big one."

You moaned, still limp against him. "Mhm," you muttered, ready to curl into his lap and fall asleep.

"You were so good," he said, kissing your cheek, and you leaned into his kisses, and he chuckled. "Do I need to take you home?"

"Mhm," you said, "time for nap."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

"More later?"

"Oh yes, little mouse. Lot's more later."

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To One Another

Coriolanus often dreams of District Twelve burning to the ground.

It wouldn’t be hard, not when the entire town is covered in coal dust. It’s one of the things he hates the most about being here, how filthy it is. The streets, the people, the food. The way of life itself disgusts him.

It’s a good thing he’s leaving.

Being sent—banished—to District Twelve was a nightmare come true for Coriolanus Snow. He was on top of the world back home in the Capitol. He was popular, well-liked, smart. Snow lands on top after all.

But after some mixup, and a few hostile encounters with the Dean, he ended up here instead of attending graduation. Dean Highbottom has always had it out for him but to send him to Twelve was a new low, even for him.

Coriolanus hadn’t had much time to mull over his sudden departure. All he was able to do was gather some things and say goodbye to his girl.

To Soarynn.

Out of all the things he left behind, Soarynn Nightingale was the most painful thing to say goodbye to. His beautiful, kind, and devoted girlfriend was in tears when he left on the train early in the morning. She promised to write, to think of him, and do her best to help him the best she could from the Capitol.

Coriolanus hates being away from her, not knowing if she’s okay. And of course, she’s okay. She’s still in the Capitol, living in that beautiful townhouse a block away from the Corso with her father. Still, someone could hurt her, take advantage of her kindness and beauty.

And her letters haven’t been coming for the past few weeks but Coriolanus has written it off as the mail being slow. District Twelve is the last priority when it comes to mail. It doesn't matter much anymore, not since he leaves at the end of the week. Coriolanus has been busy in Twelve, climbing the ranks, doing whatever it takes to make it out on top. There've been a few unfortunate incidents, especially with Sejanus Plinth, but that was exactly what he needed to get some momentum.

Yes, it was a tragic sight to see Sejanus Plinth dragged to the hanging tree, but he only had himself to blame. Sejanus had a knack for believing in the good of others, more specifically those from District Twelve. When Coriolanus caught wind of his plans to run away with some people from Twelve, he didn't hesitate to turn him in.

It had the intended effect though, he not only got Commander Hoff's attention, but Dr. Gaul's as well. Dr. Gaul was a professor of his before he was shipped off to Twelve to serve as a Peacekeeper. Coriolanus doesn't know how, but she's managed to get him an early dismissal from his Peacekeeping service and a ticket home on the Friday train.

As he lies in his small bunk in the barracks, he can't help but think of how good it will be to see Soarynn again. To have her in his arms, to inhale the sweet scent of vanilla, to have her bare skin on his after a long night of making love.

It's all coming together.

꧁ ꧂

Four Days Later

"Mr. Snow?"

Coriolanus looks over near the edge of the train platform to find a nervous-looking lab assistant watching him. Dr. Gaul must've sent someone to collect him. Coriolanus nods, "That's me."

The car ride to the Citadel is a quiet one, but Coriolanus doesn't mind it. He spends his time looking out the window at the familiar sight of Capitol streets. It's so good to be home again. He can't wait to sleep in his own bed tonight.

While Dr. Gaul might scare him, Coriolanus knows it'll be better and safer to remain on her good side, whatever that might mean. She got him out of Twelve and that's something that can't be ignored.

By the time they arrive at the Citadel, he's starving. But he's not here to eat and Dr. Gaul makes that quite clear once he takes the elevator to the sublevels of the building, down to her laboratory. The mad woman cackles over his past predicament for a while, commenting on how he sent "his only friend to the noose just to get her attention."

Coriolanus nearly scoffed at such a claim, that Sejanus was his only friend. He might have been his only friend in Twelve, but Coriolanus has lots of friends in the Capitol. Childhood friends, people he's known since birth, people who are like him, rich and important. Sejanus was a District leech through and through.

Eventually, Dr. Gaul got to the point of their little meeting and let Coriolanus know that he would be studying under her at the Univeristy, that all penalties against him would be voided. He was back and better than ever.

Coriolanus was thrilled at the prospect of getting a fresh start, of not falling too behind his fellow peers. Once he was dismissed, he found himself asking to be taken to the Nightingale townhouse rather than his own ancestral penthouse. No one knew he was back and he wanted to surprise Soarynn, to see the look on her face when she saw him for the first time in months.

He notices several cars parked in front of the Nightingale residence and the lights all seem to be on. Perhaps they're throwing a small party. Either way, he pays it no mind, he's here for Soarynn, no one else. Coriolanus strides up the pathway and knocks on the front door, bouncing on his toes while waiting for the door to be opened.

To his disappointment, it's the maid Maria who opens the door. It takes her a moment to recognize him but he blames the buzzcut he was forced to get before starting his service. "Mr. Snow," she exclaims, "we...we never thought we'd see you again. Ms. Nightingale said you had left for District Twelve." He nods and offers her a small smile, "Yes, well, I'm back. I've been discharged and I just had to see Soarynn."

Instead of stepping to the side to let him in, Maria stays lingering in the doorway, blocking his path, "Ms. Nightingale isn't feeling too well Mr. Snow. Perhaps you should call back tomorrow."

Coriolanus frowns and cranes his neck to try and see inside the home, he can hear laughter and music but sees no sight of Soarynn. "Surely I can spare a few moments," he insists, "it's no trouble really." Coriolanus doesn't wait for a response from Maria, instead, he shoves his way past her, ignoring her protests.

"Mr. Snow! Mr. Snow, please wait!"

Coriolanus soldiers through the house, beelining for the living room where most of the chatter is stemming from. When he finally pushes the doors open, he's met with a most unwelcoming sight. Several prominent Capitol families all gathered around the coffee table, sitting on the sofas. The Cranes, the Ravenstills, the Creeds. He sees the eyes of his friend's parents go wide att he sight of him. His friends wear similar expressions as he looks for Soarynn.

When he finds her, he finds her attached to Festus Creed of all people.

Soarynn looks surprised, shocked even. Festus almost looks smug with his arm wrapped around Soarynn's shoulders.

"Coriolanus," Soarynn breathes, breaking the uncomfortable silence, "I...when did you get back?" Coriolanus glances at Mr. Nightingale who's watching him intently, with no remorse for what seems to be occurring in his living room. How could he let his daughter cheat on her boyfriend?

"I got back a few hours ago," he finally replies, his cold stare landing on Soarynn once again, "so I came to see you."

Festus gives him a small smile, "It's good to see you again Coryo, I like the haircut, it suits you." Coriolanus wants to do nothing more than lunge across the room at Festus but he holds back and settles for clenching his fists.

Soarynn looks down at her lap for a moment before sighing and looking at Festus, as if Coriolanus isn't right in front of her, "I'll be right back." Festus simply nods before removing his arm and watching Soarynn rise from the sofa. She makes her way towards Coriolanus and she's anything but happy to see him again. She offers him a small smile before gingerly taking his hand, "Let's go talk outside."

꧁ ꧂

Although summer is coming to an end, there's still warmth in the air on this September night.

Coriolanus watches for Soarynn to close the front door before he pulls his hand from hers, "What was that Soarynn? What the fuck was that? I leave for a few months and you've already found a boyfriend to replace me?"

Soarynn lets out a bitter laugh as she cards her hand through her long blonde hair, "Is that really what you think of me? Of the only person who sent you letters and cried when you left? I didn't have a choice Coriolanus, once you left my father was quick to find another suitor for me."

It's like the pieces of the puzzle are all coming together in front of him. His sudden departure, Mr. Nightingale being good friends with the Creeds who are good friends with Dean Highbottom. And how could he forget the way Festus would look at Soarynn? This was all planned, all arranged to get him out of the way so that the Creeds could marry their son to Soarynn Nightingale, the most desired girl in their year.

"You stopped writing me letters," he says, "you could've at least written to me, explaining what was going on here. Were you going to let me rot away in Twelve for twenty years without telling me?"

Tears form in Soarynn's blue-gray eyes and she shakes her head, "I wanted to keep writing to you," she whispers, "but my father wouldn't allow it, or the Creeds for that matter. They all wanted me to be focused on Festus. And I...I hoped you might find someone new in Twelve, make a life for yourself."

Coriolanus shoves a potted plant onto the ground, watching the ceramic shatter across the pavement, "You thought what huh? That I'd settle down with some common District whore? You were all that I could think of Soarynn! You were all I had before I even went to Twelve and now I'm finding out that my girl is with someone else?"

Tears are now streaming down Soarynn's cheeks, a sight that pains Coriolanus but he can't find himself to care, not when he's in pain himself. "I'm sorry," she tells him, taking his hands in hers, "I'm truly sorry Coriolanus, you know I mean it. I thought we'd go to the University together, and get married and start a family. You have to know that I always wanted it to be you but I don't have a choice. I have to do what's best for my family, my father, and my future."

Coriolanus feels torn down the middle. One-half of him is so fucking angry with her. She was supposed to be his, to be his loyal girlfriend. He was in love with her when he left and now she's a complete stranger. But the other half of him longs for her and breaks for her. She's the love of his life and now he's lost her without even being given the chance to fight for her.

But being a Peacekpeer taught him a few valuable lessons, one of them being to never give up until the fight is over. He might be late to this fight but he's here now and that's all that matters.

"Do you love him?" He asks quietly, scared of what she might say.

Soarynn squeezes his hands as she looks up at him, "Of course I don't. You know my heart belongs to you, but it's out of my control, I'm a woman Coriolanus, my whole life I've been preparing to be someone's wife. Once I graduate from the Univeristy, I'll marry Festus."

Coriolanus shakes his head and takes his hands from hers so that he can cradle her face in his hands instead, his thumbs gently pressing against her temples, "I won't let that happen Soarynn." She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean? It's already been decided."

Coriolanus feels a small grin forming on his lips, "I have two years right? Two years until we graduate from the University and that's more than enough time to convince your father to marry you to me instead." He can see the realization dawning on Soarynn's face, how she bites her lips for a moment, "You've reenrolled in the University then?"

Coriolanus nods, "I have, and I'm going to win you back, you'll see."

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus has never worked so hard in his life. He thought his Academy years were difficult but University has proven him wrong. And he's not just working towards his academics, he's working towards his future. Every time he thinks about giving up, he's given a sore reminder of why he's working so hard.

He constantly sees them together, Soarynn and Festus. He sees how Festus holds her hand as they walk to their classes together, how Soarynn smiles at him and laughs at his unfunny jokes. Her heart isn't in it but Soarynn was right, she's been preparing to be married her whole life, and whether she loves her husband or not doesn't matter. She has a duty and she'll fulfill it, even if it breaks her heart.

But those aren't the moments that motivate him. No, it's the moments where they share a stolen glance when her eyes meet his before they're both looking away.

Coriolanus was welcomed back into the elite circles easily, he was well-liked amongst his peers and everyone wanted to be his friend after his little Peacekeeper stint. He's attended dinners and galas, made new friends and connections, won the hearts and favors of all his Professors. He's truly on his way to the top.

His work with Dr. Gaul has also proved to be quite fruitful and stimulating. The woman is a genius, crazy but a genius nonetheless. They've been working on a new serum, a poison of sorts but they've yet to find someone, a willing test subject to try it out on. But Coriolanus has assured Dr. Gaul that he has a specific subject in mind and tonight he'll finally get to conduct his experiment.

Tonight is the Spring Gala, the last big event before his class graduates from the University. Everyone who's anyone will be in attendance, including Soarynn and Festus. Which is why Coriolanus puts even more effort into his appearance, brushing through his golden curls that have long since grown back. He douses himself in cologne and makes sure he has the perfect rose pinned to his lapel before finally leaving for Heavensbee Hall.

He ignores all the stares and whispers he gets as he climbs the stairs leading to the Hall, he's grown all too used to them over the past two years. His Peacekeeping stint has garnered him a bit of a celebrity status among the Capitolites and everyone wants to align themselves with him. But he's only here for one person tonight.

When Coriolanus walks into Heavensbee Hall, he finds it ornately decorated with people dancing, mingling, and drinking. He spots a familiar group of faces near the refreshment table, the Creeds and the Nightingales. Coriolanus makes his way over to them, relishing in the slight looks of discomfort that flash through Mr. and Mrs. Creed's faces. They know he knows, and that's more than enough for him, especially after what they did to him.

He gives them a polite nod before turning his attention to Soarynn and Festus who are attached at the hip like always. It pains him to see a bright diamond ring on Soarynn's finger, her engagement ring. Still, despite her current predicament Soarynn is kind towards him and offers him a small smile, "Coriolanus, how wonderful to see you again, you look very handsome tonight."

Mr. Nightingale shoots her a look but she ignores it and Coriolanus smiles back at her, "Thank you Soarynn, you look beautiful as always." She really is dressed in a long blood-red gown tonight with her hair parted to the side. Her face is as flawless as ever and he can smell the vanilla from here.

"How lucky I am to have her by my side then," Festus says, causing Coriolanus to feel his eye twitch. But he doesn't let that faze him and he nods, "Yes, I recall it taking me months to swoon her, but it's amazing how quickly you managed to do it while I was stationed in Twelve." There's an uncomfortable silence that sits among the group and Coriolanus revels in it.

He gives Mr. Nightingale a curt nod, "If you'll excuse me, I have many people to speak with tonight." He's turning on his heel before anyone can respond and just like that, his plan has been put into action.

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus Snow knows how to work the room. He's a natural with the men and a charmer with the ladies. Every time he finds a moment alone, he's swooped up in another conversation. So when Glen Nightingale approaches him, he's a bit surprised.

Glen Nightingale is a quiet, reserved man who's managed to raise a darling daughter. He was always nice to Coriolanus when he was dating Soarynn, always invited him to dinner with them, nearly acting like a father figure. "You're quite hard to pin down," Glen tells him, offering him a glass of posca. Coriolanus takes the glass and nods, "There are many conversations to be had at an event like this one."

Glen hums and sips from his own glass as they people-watch, "My daughter tells me that you've been making quite the name for yourself. And I must admit, I'm quite impressed with you Coriolanus." Hearing those words leave Glen's mouth means a lot to Coriolanus who's always known Glen to be a successful man, giving his daughter whatever her heart desires.

"Thank you, sir."

Coriolanus glances over at Soarynn and Festus, watching as they dance with one another. They dance just fine but they lack the connection he used to have with her when they danced together. "I often wish Festus possessed a small amount of your diligence, he seems to be content leeching off of his father's hard work."

Coriolanus can tell that Glen is trying to make amends, but he's more than happy to make the man sweat a little more. "And yet you're marrying her off to him," he reminds Glen before taking a sip of his posca.

Glen sighs and shakes his head, "I know that you and Soarynn were together before you left, but you have to understand Coriolanus, I want the best for her and I want to ensure that she has a promised future. We didn't know if you'd ever come back and if Soarynn had her way then she'd be waiting forever."

Coriolanus watches Soarynn and Festus exchange a few words, expressive words that lead him to believe that they're arguing before Soarynn leaves Festus alone on the dance floor. Coriolanus chuckles and gives Glen a knowing look, "Well they seem absolutely taken with each other, I'm sure Soarynn will be so very happy in this arranged marriage. Unless you want to discuss other alternatives," he adds.

Glen Nightingale is a businessman through and through and Coriolanus knows him well enough to know that he'll always close on the best deal, even if the deal happens to be his daughter's future.

"Other alternatives?"

Coriolanus finishes off his glass of posca before answering Glen, he has all the time in the world and he'd do well to act like it. "Yes, like marrying her to me instead." Glen scoffs but Coriolanus still senses interest, "She'll be miserable with Festus, we both know it. She's miserable now and she's merely engaged to him. I know you care for your daughter and you want to see her happy so do her this service and wed her to me."

Glen shakes his head and gives Coriolanus a pitying glance which is a world of a difference compared to when he last looked at Coriolanus when he stood in the middle of his living room. "You know I can't do that Coriolanus, even if I wanted to. Deals have been made, plans set in stone. The only way I could see an opportunity arising is if Festus Creed were to drop dead which I don't see happening any time soon."

Festus, seemingly frustrated strides out of the room after Soarynn and Coriolanus finds himself following after him. Festus walks quickly but Coriolanus has longer legs and eventually catches up to Festus who seems to have found Soarynn in one of the many hallways the building has. They're arguing.

"You left me looking like a fool!"

Coriolanus presses himself against the wall as he peers around the corner to witness the couple arguing. Soarynn scoffs and glares up at Festus who looms over her the same way Coriolanus does, "You are a fool Festus. And you could've found someone else to dance with."

Festus rubs his temples and paces back and forth in front of Soarynn, "Yes, that's the most logical next step for me, isn't it? Dancing with other women whilst my fiance leaves me on the dancefloor. You know, as pretty as you are Soarynn, you seem to lack all common sense. Hopefully, our children don't inherit that quality from you."

The sound of Soarynn's hand colliding with his cheek echoes throughout the hallway, "Don't fucking talk to me like that ever again," Soarynn hisses, "I'm going to be your wife in a few months time, not your whore." Coriolanus grins at her sharp words, Soarynn isn't one for confrontation but it seems that Festus Creed brings out the sharper side of her. But his grin quickly fades when Festus takes a step towards her and his hand shoots out to wrap around her neck, "Once we're married I'll finally be able to fuck you like the whore you are. You can keep me at bay all you want Soarynn, but the moment that ring slips onto your finger, you're mine."

Coriolanus takes a few steps back down the hall he just walked through before he begins walking forward again, this time making his presence known, "Soarynn? Are you down here?" He only catches a few rushed whispers before he rounds the corner and finds Soarynn and Festus both smiling at him although Soarynn is slightly trembling.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asks with a playful tone to which Festus shakes his head, "Not at all, did you need something Coriolanus?" Soarynn won't meet his eyes and he worries for her more than ever after witnessing a violent display from Festus Creed. He can't allow Soarynnn to marry that monster.

"Yes, your father was asking for you Soarynn." She perks up at the mention of her father and is quick to leave her fiance's side, "I'll go find him. Thank you Coriolanus," she says softly before she disappears around the corner.

It's just the two of them now.

"Congratulations on your engagement by the way," Coriolanus tells Festus who seems a bit on edge. Good, he wants him to be uncomfortable. Festus gives him the fakest smile he's ever seen, "Thank you. We're thrilled to be tying the knot so soon."

Coriolanus chuckles and reaches into his pocket, fishing out two small glass bottles, completely opaque. "Would it be too adolescent to have a small toast then? I know we haven't always seen eye to eye since I got back, but we're to be adults soon aren't we?"

Festus eyes the bottles that hold the promise of stronger alcohol than posca and grins, "Not at all." Coriolanus offers him a bottle and they both pop open the caps, "What's in here if you don't mind me asking," Festus inquires, bringing the bottle up to his nose. Coriolanus smiles, "Family recipe old friend."

Festus nods, "Ah, well, here's to Soarynn, may she always be this beautiful and youthful." It's a disgusting toast in his opinion but Coriolanus still toasts with Festus and downs the entire bottle in one swallow. Festus does the same and Coriolanus watches him carefully as if watching a lab rat. Festus clears his throat and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "That shit's a bit strong, what's in it?"

Coriolanus doesn't say anything as Festus begins to cough, struggling to breathe. It's a slow decay but an intriguing one nonetheless. Coriolanus watches Festus crumple to the floor, blood pooling in his mouth before the light leaves his eyes.

There's not much work to be done, simply drinking the antidote before he meets the same fate Festus did. Coriolanus manages to pull a somewhat horrified expression at the scene in front od him before he begins to yell, "SOMEONE! SOMEONE HELP!"

Moments later the hallway is flooded with guests and Peacekeepers, all of who gasp at the sight of a now-dead Festus Creed. Soarynn, her father, and the Creeds push their way to the front and Soarynn covers her mouth when she sees her fiance now dead on the floor. "Oh my...what happened?" Glen asks and Coriolanus shakes his head, carding his hand through his curls, "I don't know, I had gone to follow Soarynn when I heard a scuffle behind me. By the time I rounded the corner, the culprit had fled the scene."

Soarynn whimpers as more blood leaks onto the floor and when her knees buckle under her, Coriolanus is right there to catch her and hold her in his arms. "Oh Festus," she whispers, burying her face in Coriolanus's jacket, "who could've done such a thing to him?"

Glen takes over, barking out orders, "Search the halls, clear the streets, lock the place down until we find out who did this." Coriolanus places a hand on the back of Soarynn's head, "We'll find out who did this Soarynn, don't worry I won't leave your side until Festus is avenged."

꧁ ꧂

6 Months Later

"Do you Soarynn Nightingale, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love him until the end of your days, to bear the children he gifts onto you, to devote yourself to him in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

Soarynn's eyes shine with tears as she looks up at Coriolanus. She looks absolutely radiant in her wedding dress, holding his hands as they stand at the altar.

"I do," she says, squeezing his hands.

"With the power invested in me by the great country of Panem, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride."

Coriolanus smiles widely as he leans down and cups Soarynn's face, his lips pressing against hers. Cheers sound throughout the Building of Justice as the newlyweds pull away from their first kiss shared as man and wife.

The wedding of Coriolanus and Soarynn Snow has been the talk of the Capitol. Following the sudden and unforeseen death of her fiance Festus Creed, Soarynn Nightingale sought the company and safety from Coriolanus which he gladly offered to her. The two were finally able to reconnect and repair the bridge that had been burned down.

Once he was given Glen's blessing, Coriolanus didn't waste any time in asking Soarynn to marry him.

His heart belonged to her, and hers to him.

They belong to one another.

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Make Me See

yaya6765 asked:

hey girl, your work is amazing <3 i had a request for neteyam x fem! nav'i reader, where reader has been best friends with kiri since childhood, and she and neteyam don't get along at all. reader recently had her coming of age ritual, and she is finding out ways with kiri to reject potential suitors. and neteyam is trying to get neytiri off his back as well. so kiri and lo'ak suggest that they pretend to court each other for a couple weeks, in order to send gossip overload to the village and get everyone off their back. reader and neteyam reject the idea immediately but then get competitive and place a bet that whoever falls for each other at the end of the deal is a loser or smthg. ends with them confessing their feelings ? thank you!!!!

Anonymous asked:

Hi can I request a Neteyam fic with his female mate where he is upset about something not necessarily his dad or family, just slightly overwhelmed with everything and one day his mate can't find him anywhere for a long time but eventually she does find him deep in the forest near the water lying down looking at he sky. She lies down next to him and asks him where he has been, he just points to this spot not in a talking mood, so dhe moves behind him and pulls him between her llegs so he can rest his head on her stomach and runs her hands through his hair to help him relax. He tries to relax but the pressure of everything is a lot and tears form in his eyes and she can hear his tail moving rapidly she looks down at him and pulls him closer to her letting him lie on her to hear her heartbeat whilst she rubs his forehead softly and kisses him gently and he falls asleep as he feels more relaxed and comfortable knowing that she is there for him? Thanks 😊

pairing: neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader

summary: you and Neteyam are somehow each other's best option, until you're not

wc: 6167

warnings: cursing/swearing, mentions of blood/injuries

a/n: combining requests bc why not >:) also changed it a bit so that it makes more sense, enjoy!

Your relationship with the Sully children is interesting, having a unique dynamic with each sibling. Kiri and you first became friends when both of you had separately wandered off into the forest, just old enough to be trusted to go off on your own. Your paths crossed when Kiri was gathering plants her grandmother asked for and you fell out of the tree you were climbing in pursuit of the syaksyuk that stole your snack.

Instead of screaming and running away, Kiri calmly made sure you were okay before asking you to be her friend. You agreed immediately, then asked her to help you find the thieving syaksyuk that caused you to fall out of the tree. The two of you never caught the syaksyuk, but you did become practically inseparable after that adventure. 

Spending a lot of time with Kiri meant spending a lot of time with her brothers, Neteyam and Lo’ak. They’re both annoying in their own ways, but Lo’ak is tolerable. But Neteyam is just irritating, the entire time you’ve known him you have never not been irritated by his presence. 

Since your ceremony becoming one of The People, allowed to carve your bow from the wood of Kelutral (you’re still not sure how you’re supposed to do that) and officially begin courting, you’ve been avoiding every potential suitor. It’s not hard, you can spot most of them from far away with a nervous look in their eyes and a carefully crafted accessory of some sort. Except one of them snuck up on you on your way to meet Kiri, and you’re not sure if you have the heart to reject the others you've been avoiding. 

“Kiri, I’m serious! He looked like he was about to cry,” you say, trudging behind her through the forest.

“I believe you! It’s just funny to think about you making him cry,” Kiri says, laughing as she lays down in the middle of the grassy clearing she found.

“It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be to make him cry,” you sigh, laying down beside her to stare up through the trees. 

“You’ll get used to it once you turn down the fifth one,” Kiri says, her tone bordering on sarcastic. 

“Yeah? I don’t think I can get through another one,” you say, not wanting to relive the most awkward conversation of your life. 

“Are you just gonna give the next one a pity ‘yes’ then?” Kiri asks. 

“No, maybe, i don’t know,” you answer, turning over to hide your face in your arms, your tail flicking back and forth in frustration. 

“Watch it,” Kiri says, smacking your tail away from her after you accidentally hit her. 

“Sorry, I just don’t know what to do,” you groan, tucking your tail under your arms to hide with your face. 

“We’ll think of something, don’t worry,” Kiri says, softly stroking your back to comfort you. 

The two of you begin listing ideas, but none of them are any good. Eventually Kiri falls silent, you think she’s out of ideas but really she just fell asleep. Oblivious, you continue to rattle off ideas, each one worse than the last. 

“My best options are to avoid all of them forever or give the next one a pity ‘yes’ and hope that by putting on a cold, distant demeanor I can drive them away,” you say, sitting up quickly now that you’ve narrowed down your options. 

“Which would you pick?” You ask Kiri before looking and realizing she had been asleep the whole time. 

“Kiri! Wake up!” You shake her, trying to get her to wake up. 

“Ugh, why?” Kiri whines, sitting up to get you to stop moving her. 

With Kiri still half asleep and you too focused on getting her opinion, neither of you notice the three approaching the clearing. Spider and Lo’ak had been looking for the two of you for a while, knowing neither of you remembered the plans you all had made earlier. Neteyam joined the two when they asked him if he’d seen either of you, since he had seen you and Kiri run off into the forest earlier. 

“What are you two fighting about now?” Lo’ak asks once they enter the clearing the two of you sit in. 

“We’re not fighting,” you answer, quickly turning around to see the three that just arrived. 

“Y/n’s suitors,” Kiri answers at the same time as you, pushing you away as soon as your attention is diverted from her. 

“Like she has any,” Neteyam scoffs, the other two laughing as they all sit down with you and Kiri. 

“Actually, the problem is she has too many,” Kiri defends you as you begin to fume silently beside her at Neteyam’s words. 

“Ooh!” Lo’ak and Spider tease, seeing Neteyam’s angry face when Kiri corrects him. 

“Yeah, a lot of people actually like being around me, believe it or not,” you say, knowing the vexation is mutual between you and Neteyam.

“I can’t imagine why,” Neteyam quips, and somehow you remain seated despite desperately wanting to wring his neck.

“If you just treated all of them like you treat Neteyam you wouldn’t have this problem,” Kiri says, laughing at the two of you.  

“Or, her and Neteyam could fake it and solve both of their problems,” Lo’ak suggests, knowing Neteyam has been trying to dodge the subject every time he talks to their mom. 

“No way,” you immediately disagree.

“Absolutely not,” Neteyam says at the same time as you.

“Shut up, Lo’ak, this isn’t one of Sempul’s dumb bedtime stories,” Kiri scolds him, knowing exactly which story he got the idea from. 

“I think it could actually work,” Spider says, supporting Lo’ak’s suggestion. 

“Thanks, bro,” Lo’ak says, the two of them doing a weird hand thing. 

“Now that I think about it,” Kiri begins to say. 

“Please don’t,” you say. 

“Most, if not all, of the guys would back off if they hear Neteyam is courting you,” Kiri finishes despite your pleading.

“And Sa’nok would stop trying to set Neteyam up with all of the hotties,” Lo’ak says, earning a smack to the head from Neteyam. 

“I hate that it would actually work,” Neteyam says after a bit. 

“The Great Mother must hate me if this is my best option,” you say, unable to think of anything else. 

“Are you two gonna do it or not?” Spider asks impatiently. 

Everyone is quiet, waiting for you or Neteyam to respond. Silently, you and Neteyam communicate through your eyes, sizing each other up. Finally coming to a conclusion, you speak.

“I want a nice necklace,” you demand. 

“Bracelet,” Neteyam counters. 

“Anklet.”

“Armband.” 

“Necklace.” 

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Both of you quickly leave the clearing in opposite directions after coming to an agreement, leaving Kiri, Lo’ak, and Spider stunned. 

“I can’t believe they actually listened to me,” Lo’ak says, still in disbelief.

“There’s no way they’ll last long,” Spider says, knowing one of you most likely will blow up on the other and ruin the plan. 

“Why would they listen to me?” Lo’ak asks no one. 

“Guys!” Kiri interrupts the two as they begin to spiral. “They’ll be fine. They’re both good actors. What we should be worried about is if it works too well,” Kiri says, confusing the two in front of her. 

“What do you mean?” 

“How could it work ‘too well’?” They ask at the same time. 

“I think they’ll actually fall for each other,” Kiri says confidently, Lo’ak and Spider laughing at her words. 

“There’s no way!” Lo’ak begins to say, cut off from his own laughing. 

“No fucking way!” Spider adds. 

“They will kill each other before they fall for each other!” Lo’ak finishes. 

“Wanna bet?” Kiri wagers. 

“What are we betting?” Lo’ak asks, interested now. 

“I want in!” Spider says. 

“I say Neteyam falls for y/n first. If I win I want you two to do my chores for two weeks,” Kiri answers. 

“I say they blow it. Make it a month,” Lo’ak says. 

“I say y/n falls first, and if I win you guys have to stop your mom from trying to kill me next time something bad happens,” Spiders says. 

“Oh, Spider,” Kiri says, pitying the boy. 

“Sa’nok won’t even give us a chance,” Lo’ak says, his words not making the boy feel any better. 

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for Neteyam to make your necklace. He only has to have one conversation with his mother about someone’s daughter before he tells her he has already chosen. Neytiri is ecstatic, offering him all kinds of materials to make your gift and guessing who before leaving him alone when he gets annoyed. 

Somehow you manage to avoid the handful of would-be rejects, barely ever going out alone so that you have a buffer. It’s why you spend most of your time with Kiri and Tuk, knowing no one will want to come up to you while you are with the Olo’eyktan’s daughters. Not like you don’t spend most of your time with them anyway. 

It’s not unusual to find you with Kiri and Tuk in the Tsahìk’s healing tent. With the ongoing war against the RDA, Mo’at didn’t mind an extra helper. The three of you were preparing various ingredients for Mo’at, knowing that once the injured begin to trickle in they would have to work quickly. 

Mo’at is able to handle the first few that wander in, but once Neteyam arrives almost everyone is busy. Except you, sending off the warrior you just finished treating. He walks over to you quickly, knowing the sooner he gets it over with, the better. 

“I made this for you,” he says, voice gruff from overuse during the raid. 

“Huh?” You turn around, confused and caught off-guard. 

“I made this for you. Do you accept?” Neteyam asks, holding the necklace out to you.

“You’re bleeding,” you say, noticing the blood slowly trickling down his arm, barely avoiding staining the necklace in his hand. 

“Shit,” he says, not having realized when he fell that he fucked up his arm that badly. 

“Sit,” you instruct, grabbing a few things for his wound. 

“Your necklace—” he begins to say, trying to offer it to you again when you grab his arm to begin tending to the injury.

“Can wait. Besides, you can’t exactly tie it for me when your arm is like this,” you interrupt, working quickly. 

“Right,” he says, moving it to his other hand awkwardly while you work. 

“Okay, all done,” you say after a bit, tying off the wrap for his arm. 

“Will you take the necklace now?” He asks. 

“Yes,” you answer, turning around and moving your hair so that he can tie it for you. 

“Is it too tight?” He asks before he ties the first knot. 

“It’s fine,” you answer, feeling the delicate beading of the accessory around your neck. 

“It looks good,” he says when you turn around, admiring his work. 

“Thank you,” you say, and he only nods before leaving the tent. 

There’s not much time for you to dwell on the interaction, other warriors needing your attention. You get back to work, and soon enough all of the warriors have been seen. Cleaning up isn’t fun, but it has to be done. It’s not so bad, all of you making small talk about the warriors that just came through. 

“Y/n, were you wearing that necklace earlier?” Tuk asks, helping you clean one of the mats. 

“No, actually,” you answer, your face getting hot as you recall your prior interaction with Neteyam. 

“Who gave it to you?” Kiri goads, knowing the answer already.

“Neteyam,” you say, hesitating a bit. 

“AHHH!” Tuk shrieks excitedly, practically tackling you when she hears your answer. 

“Tuk! Get off of her!” Kiri scolds her younger sister, and Tuk quickly lets go of you. 

“Oh, Eywa, I thought I was about to join you,” you groan dramatically as you sit upright. 

“Sorry! I’m just so happy for you and Neteyam!” Tuk apologizes to you. 

“It’s fine, but we’re just courting,” you tell her, knowing it won’t lead to lifelong mates like she believes. 

“Who are you courting?” Mo’at asks, entering the tent after taking one of the warriors back to their own tent. 

“Neteyam,” you answer, a bit nervous for her reaction.

“And what did he say?” Mo’at asks, moving around the tent to organize her supplies. 

“He asked me,” you say, not sure if you should be offended at this point or not. 

“And you said yes?” Mo’at asks, and Kiri can’t hold in her laugh. 

“Sorry, grandmother,” Kiri says when Mo’at looks at her, confused. 

“Why is Tuk the only one happy for me?” You ask, trying to be convincing. 

“Because she is too young to realize you can do better,” Kiri teases. 

“But he’ll be the next Olo’eyktan after Sempul. No one’s better than that,” Tuk defends her oldest brother. 

“I don’t care about that,” you say, not wanting to come off as shallow. 

“Not everything is about status, Tuk,” Mo’at begins to say. “But it is a surprising match.”

It doesn’t take long for the news to travel through the village, but Jake and Neytiri still haven’t heard when they return for dinner. As the kids begin to trickle in, their excitement has already died down. Except Tuk, who is upset that you won’t be attending dinner. 

“Neteyam! Go ask y/n to eat dinner with us!” Tuk demands, running up to her brother as soon as she enters the tent. 

“Why?” Neteyam asks, having blocked out his earlier interaction with you. 

“Because you’re courting her,” Tuk answers, as if that meant he had to invite you to dinner. 

“Kiri’s y/n?” Neytiri asks as soon as Tuk is done talking. 

“Why is she mine?” Kiri asks, no one acknowledging her question. 

“Yes,” Neteyam answers Neytiri’s question, ignoring Kiri. 

“Hm,” is all she says, going back to cooking. 

“What do you mean by that?” Neteyam asks, having thought his mom would be more excited for him. 

“Didn’t the two of you used to use each other as target practice?” Jake asks, knowing that the two of you have never really seen eye to eye with each other over the years. 

“Yes, but—” Neteyam says, about to defend you.

“I just thought you would choose someone else, but if the two of you are happy,” Neytiri trails off, shrugging her shoulders. 

“We’re very happy,” Neteyam answers, lying through his teeth. 

“Is the food almost done?” Lo’ak asks, laid on his side dramatically.

After word got out about you and Neteyam’s courtship the trail of suitors finally disappeared. No longer did you have to constantly look over your shoulder to make sure there wasn’t anyone with a gift trying to catch you alone. Instead you were followed by stares and whispers, the clan gossiping about the new couple. 

Even when you’re with Kiri and Tuk it doesn’t stop, and you’re starting to think maybe it wasn’t such a great idea. Your only reprieve is when Mo’at sends you and Kiri into the forest to gather ingredients. As Kiri leads you into the forest, she tells you about the best reactions to the news, apparently ‘Eäli and Käie took it the hardest, both of them actually crying.

“Ugh, if only they knew how insufferable he actually is,” you say, disgusted by Neteyam’s little fan club.

“He says the same about you,” Kiri teases, knowing neither of you actually mean it. “So what are you gonna make for him?”

“Um, an armband probably,” you say after thinking about it for a bit. 

“Hm, I guess that’s fine,” Kiri hums. 

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, a bit defensive about your idea. 

“It’s just, the necklace he made for you is really pretty. Are you sure an armband will be a proper gift?” She asks, and you realize she’s just messing with you now. 

“Oh, shut up,” you say, ignoring her as she laughs.

Despite Kiri’s teasing, you make a nice enough armband for Neteyam. The leather is carefully braided and shaped, you even managed to match the color of the leather to the cord of your necklace. It’s a small detail that will make everything more believable, at least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re rifling through the abundance of leather strips your family keeps.

Even after you’ve finished the present, you’re hesitant to give it to Neteyam. There’s never a right time, and finally you decide it’s easier to just get it over with. So, instead of heading to Mo’at’s tent to help with Kiri and Tuk, you run to see off the warriors. 

It’s only a scouting mission, nothing too dangerous, so your lack of presence shouldn’t be detrimental in preparations for the Tsahìk. You wait nervously as Olo’eyktan gives the final orders before they depart, following Neteyam quickly as he calls for his ikran. You make it just as he mounts his ikran, managing to stop him before he leaves. 

“Neteyam!” You call his name, getting his attention. “I made this for you,” you say, holding the armband you made for him out so that he can grab it. 

“Thank you,” he says, a shocked expression on his face as he accepts your gift. 

“Safe flying,” you say, nodding your head as you leave to go to Mo’at’s healing tent to meet up with Kiri and Tuk. 

Neteyam quickly puts the armband on, and he can’t help but think of you as he takes off. He hadn’t asked for an armband, and he knows you’re only doing it to keep up the act. But he can’t help the way his stomach flutters as the armband perfectly hugs his bicep, and he realizes you had actually noticed that he lost his previous armband during that raid. When you patched him up and he gave you your necklace. 

It’s another day that Kiri drags you out into the forest to do something that totally could’ve been done at home, but when you remember the stares and whispers everytime you’re in one place for too long in the village, you can’t complain. It’s not a long walk to wherever Kiri is taking you, but you worry the two of you might not be able to make it back in time before eclipse since she plans on doing your hair. 

“Here, it’s perfect,” Kiri decides, sitting down on the grassy bank of one of the streams that flow through the forest. 

“Are you sure you can finish before eclipse?” You ask, sitting in front of her hesitantly. 

“Yes, now get closer. I need to be able to touch your hair to do it,” she says, and you quickly scoot back so she can start. 

Kiri works fast, which is impressive considering she’s also keeping up with the conversation between the two of you. At least, until Spider and Lo’ak show up. The terror twins really aren’t so bad, but you still don’t like them seeing you like this. 

“Damn, that looks painful,” Spider remarks as he sits in front of you and Kiri. 

“It is, Kiri did my hair last time and I swear my scalp was numb for a week,” Lo’ak says, over exaggerating his sister’s sadistic tendency when it comes to doing hair. 

“Next time it’ll be a month if you complain again, ungrateful brat,” Kiri says, accidentally pulling your hair a bit too rough as she continues to braid. 

“Ow! Don’t take it out on me,” you say, hissing in pain. 

“Sorry, I’m almost done,” Kiri apologizes quickly. 

“Better hurry, it’s almost eclipse, and if you’re not home in time sempul will ground you,” Lo’ak goads Kiri. 

“You’ll be grounded too since you’re gonna be just as late as I will,” Kiri reminds him. 

“Oh, shit! Let’s go, cuz,” Lo’ak says, jumping to his feet and pulling Spider with him. 

“Okay, I’m done. Everything feel okay?” Kiri asks, massaging your scalp a bit before you both leave after Lo’ak and Spider. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you, Kiri,” you say, and you both quickly get up to head back, but before you can get far Neteyam comes from where Lo’ak and Spider just left. 

“Good, I found you two. Come on, I already sent Lo’ak and Spider back, let’s go,” Neteyam says, grabbing you to make you walk in front of him. 

“Don’t touch me,” you grumble, pulling your arm away from him as you catch up to Kiri in front of you. 

“Aw, lover’s quarrel?” Kiri teases, laughing when both of you huff in annoyance. 

“Shut up,” you groan, tail flicking in frustration, almost hitting Neteyam as he follows closely behind you. 

“Watch it,” he warns you, but you just roll your eyes. 

“Wow, you guys are so unconvincing. Come on, we’re rooting for you, show us some love,” Kiri says. 

“The rest of the village seems convinced,” Neteyam defends the two of you. 

“Yeah, for now. But you need to do more than just give each other courting gifts,” Kiri goes on.

“I don’t like where you’re going with this,” you say, knowing Kiri’s about to make an absolutely vile suggestion. 

“You two need to go on some dates,” she finally says. 

“Ugh.”

“Ew.” You and Neteyam say simultaneously.

“The Hunt Festival is coming up and people are going to think it’s weird if you’re not acting like a couple!” Kiri says, and she has a good point. 

“Eywa help me, I completely forgot about that,” you say, realizing you and Neteyam would be expected to spend the celebration together. 

“We have time, it will be fine,” Neteyam says, knowing the Hunt Festival isn’t as soon as Kiri is making it out to be. 

“Just don’t put it off for too long,” Kiri says, and neither of you say anything after that, having reached the edge of the village. 

You and Neteyam both know Kiri is right. If the two of you don’t start acting like more of a couple, the whole facade is ruined. So, the two of you start making your appearances. Making sure you’re seen together and hoping no one hears what the two of you are actually saying to each other with hushed voices. 

“This better not take long,” you mutter, grip tightening around Neteyam’s hand as he leads you into the forest quickly, both of you feeling the stares from the village as you leave. 

“It would go faster if you weren’t so slow,” he replies, letting go of your hand as soon as both of you are deep enough in the forest to no longer be seen. 

The walk through the forest didn’t take long, but with all the bickering it felt like hours. 

“You disgust me,” you say, your words the opposite of the happy smile on your face as you laugh and wipe the food off of Neteyam’s face as the two of you eat together. 

“I’m not a child,” he says, his tone petulant as he pushes your hand away. 

“You eat like one,” you shoot back, your smile turning sly at your own wit. 

Neteyam doesn’t respond verbally, only throwing some of his food at you in response. Playfully, you catch it in your mouth, smirking now as you chew it. Neteyam laughs it off, knowing there’s people watching. 

“Not that impressive,” he says, underestimating your skill. 

“Oh yeah? You try then,” you goad him, hoping this will end with food on his face. 

“Go ahead,” Neteyam says, gesturing for you to throw the food. 

You actually try aiming it so that he can catch the food, but he fails miserably. Just as you hoped, Neteyam gets food all over his face, and you can’t help but laugh. For some reason, Neteyam doesn’t feel as angry. The sound of your laughter is infectious, and he laughs with you as he wipes the food off his face. 

When you and Neteyam go flying, you’re not fighting for once. Instead of the usual harsh digs you exchange lighthearted jabs, and you fall into a comfortable banter as the two of you try one-upping each other with tricks. You’re a show off and Neteyam is competitive, which leads to more than a few dangerous stunts. 

At one point Neteyam loses you after a sharp turn, completely oblivious as you fly high above him on your ikran. Just as you practiced, you dive off of your ikran, knowing she’ll catch you just before you hit the treetops. You smile and wave as you fall through the air right in front of Neteyam and his ikran, laughing when you see his expression of horror as you freefall in front of him. 

You can’t hear Neteyam’s yelling over the sound of your call for your ikran. But you can guess what he’s saying without much effort. Your ikran flies under you, allowing you to fall onto her back before you can fall into the trees, and it doesn’t take long for Neteyam to fly to your side.

“Shit, y/n! That was insane!” He yells, eyes wide and a stunned smile on his face. 

“I know!” You yell back, both of you laughing as you head back to High Camp.

Between your usual responsibilities, preparation duties, and making an outfit suitable for the Hunt Festival, you don’t have much time for Neteyam. The hunters of the clan provide plenty of meat for the celebration, there’s barrels of swoa made, and fruits and vegetables are gathered for the feast as well.

Surprisingly, you actually miss him, having gotten used to being around him the past few weeks. Neteyam misses you too, thinking of you as he hunts with the other hunters, providing the talioang meat for the feast. Even when he assures himself that he will see you that night at the festival, he still can’t focus, but still manages to make his shot. 

Finally finished helping set up, you and Kiri are dismissed to get ready. You change quickly, knowing Kiri and Tuk would be coming to your tent as soon as they changed to get ready with you. Your mother helped you make your outfit, the delicate beading of your top matching the necklace Neteyam gave you.

The Sully girls compliment your outfit as soon as they arrive, ooh-ing and ahh-ing when they see you. Tuk runs to get you flowers for your hair that will match your outfit, coming back with several different vibrant choices. You let her choose which one goes best, and Kiri carefully attaches it to your hair.

“Do you want a flower in your hair as well, Tuk?” You ask her, catching her staring at the flowers still on the floor in front of you. 

“Yes!” She answers eagerly, sitting down in front of you. 

You carefully secure the flower in her hair, and Kiri moves around you to see your work. 

“You look so pretty, Tuk!” Kiri compliments her younger sister. 

“Thank you Kiri! Thank you y/n!” Tuk says, jumping up quickly to run ahead of the two of you to the feast. 

“Of course, Tuk!”

“We’ll see you at the festival!” You and Kiri call out to her as she runs away.

“Are you sure you and Neteyam are ready for this?” Kiri asks as the two of you head towards the festival. 

“Yeah,” you say after a moment. 

“Why so hesitant?” Kiri asks, and you’re not sure how to respond. 

“I don’t know,” you lie, not wanting to admit to Kiri what you’ve been feeling since spending more time with Neteyam. 

“Sure, well, good luck tonight,” she says as the two of you arrive at the festival, leaving you to join her family. 

As soon as Neteyam sees you arrive with Kiri, his attention immediately switches to you, tuning out whatever Lo’ak is saying to him. He’s so distracted by you, his face warming when he notices that your top matches the necklace he made for you, he doesn’t even notice Kiri joining him and Lo’ak.

“I guess Tuk already went with Sa’nok and Sempul,” Kiri says, breaking Neteyam out of his trance. 

“Yeah, she dragged them to get food immediately,” Lo’ak answers, not noticing Neteyam’s odd behavior. 

“Ugh, I should’ve just stayed with y/n then,” Kiri sighs, hoping to get a reaction from Neteyam. 

“I’m going to find her,” Neteyam says, taking his leave rather quickly. 

“You’re so going to be my bitch for a month,” Kiri says to Lo’ak as soon as Neteyam is out of earshot. 

“No way,” Lo’ak says, completely oblivious to the change between you and Neteyam.

It doesn’t take long for Neteyam to find you since he never lost sight of you in the first place. He made his way through the groups of people quickly to follow you as you headed to where the food was. Finally he caught up to you when you were stopped by Tuk.

“Y/n, the food is so good you have to try some!” Tuk greets you enthusiastically.

“Really? Which ones were your favorites?” You ask her, not realizing Neteyam had come up to you until you felt his hand on your lower back. 

“The yerik was pretty good, but the talioang was much better,” Tuk answers thoughtfully. 

“Oh yeah? I caught the talioang,” Neteyam tells Tuk, proud that his contribution was her favorite. 

“Wow!” You and Tuk say at the same time. 

“I’ll definitely have to try some then,” you say, smiling between him and Tuk. 

“Oh, I see Kiri! I’ll see you later!” Tuk says to the two of you before running off to her sister. 

“Do you want to eat?” Neteyam asks as Tuk runs off. 

“Yes, I’m excited to try the talioang,” you say, your tail flicking side to side as Neteyam leads the two of you towards the food, his hand still on your lower back. 

“I only caught it, I didn’t cook it,” Neteyam says, his face warming in embarrassment. 

“Whoever cooked it wouldn’t have been able to cook it if you hadn’t caught it,” you say, both of you grabbing a food wrap that contains talioang.

The two of you find somewhere to sit and eat, the other Sully children joining soon after. Kiri and Lo’ak have their own food wraps, neither of them choosing talioang despite Tuk’s recommendation. Kiri lets you try some of the teylu she chose, and Lo’ak reluctantly lets Neteyam try his yerik. 

The five of you are loud, Neteyam and Lo’ak sharing how their hunts went, Kiri complains about Spider not being able to join in the festivities, and Tuk tells all of you about her lessons. It isn’t until the musicians begin to play that people quiet down, or rather the music is loud enough to drown out the noise. When you look over to Neteyam, he’s already looking at you, and the two of you quickly get up to join the others who’ve already started dancing.

Even though you’re surrounded by others, it feels as if it’s just you and Neteyam. You don’t even register the people that you bump into, only focused on Neteyam’s touch. The air is getting hot and the two of you burn together. 

Kiri and Lo’ak are still sitting, watching the two of you since Tuk ran off to find their parents. Kiri has a knowing smile on her face, the attraction between you and Neteyam becoming more and more obvious. Lo’ak is in disbelief, beginning to realize that the two of you might not have been acting this whole time. 

“There’s no way, they have to still be faking it!” Lo’ak says loudly to Kiri so that she can hear him over the music, unaware of Tuk coming up behind them. 

“Faking it?” Tuk repeats Lo’ak’s words, connecting the dots when she sees you and Neteyam in their eye line. 

“Shit! Tuk, you weren’t supposed to hear that!” Lo’ak says, panicked.

“Dumbass!” Kiri says, slapping Lo’ak upside the head lightly. “Tuk, wait!” She says when Tuk begins to run off. 

Kiri and Lo’ak scramble to follow Tuk, falling behind when she manages to squeeze between people easily. They finally find her crying in their mother’s arms, barely able to make out something about everything being fake between her sobs. Jake clocks Kiri and Lo’ak’s guilty expressions, bringing them over before they can take off. 

“Why is your sister crying?” Jake asks, Tuk still in Neytiri’s lap. 

“Why do you think she’s crying?” Kiri asks, not sure what her parents already know.

“They’re faking it!” Tuk manages to say between her cries. 

“Who is faking what?” Neytiri asks Tuk, still trying to calm her down. 

“Y/n and Neteyam,” Tuk says, her voice muffled by her mother’s shoulder. 

“No, they’re not!” Kiri says, trying to cover for the two of you. 

“Yes, they are!” Lo’ak contradicts, refusing to lose this bet. 

“Lo’ak!” Kiri hisses, her brother’s idiocy ruining everything. 

“Stop! Explain,” Jake interrupts them, tired of their fighting. 

For a moment both Kiri and Lo’ak are silent, and Tuk’s finally calmed down from crying, only sniffling now and then. Kiri is the first to start talking, explaining why the two of you started courting, leaving out the bet between her, Lo’ak, and Spider. She tries telling her parents that the two of you aren’t faking it anymore, that the two of you genuinely have feelings for each other now, but they won’t listen. 

You and Neteyam hadn’t realized people were talking about the two of you, your attention centered on each other. It isn’t until the crowd parts to let Jake through to you and Neteyam that either of you realize something is going on. Jake leads Neteyam away from the festival, passing Kiri and Lo’ak at the edge of the crowd, and you quickly make your way towards them. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, concerned by the sudden interruption. 

“They know,” Kiri says, leading you away from the crowd in a different direction. 

“They know?” You ask, still confused. 

“They know you and Neteyam were faking,” she answers, and you immediately deflate, asi if all of your breath was stolen. 

“Oh,” is all you say, following her numbly into the forest. 

You’re not sure when or how you got separated from Kiri, but you continue walking through the forest nonetheless. You don’t want to return to the festival and subject yourself to stares and whispers, and if you go home your parents will scold you, so you keep walking. Eventually you reach one of the streams that runs through the forest, and walk alongside it until you see a familiar figure sprawled out on the grass up ahead of you. 

Neteyam wasn’t expecting the conversation with his father to be about you. He did expect his father to be upset and disappointed when he found out, but he didn’t expect himself to be so defensive of you. Instead of listening to his father’s lecture, Neteyam left for the forest, laying down when he reached the grassy bank of a small stream. 

Away from his father and the clan, Neteyam tries to let his frustrations go. Just because he sees you now, and you make him feel seen, doesn’t mean you feel the same way he does. Staring up at the sky, trying not to think about what today means for you and Neteyam, he zones out. Too focused, or unfocused, Neteyam doesn’t realize he’s no longer alone until your upside down face blocks his view of the sky. 

“What are you doing out here?” You ask, laying down in the opposite direction next to him, your eye line meeting Neteyam’s jawline.

“Just wanted to get away,” Neteyam answers, turning to face you. 

“Everyone knows,” you say, staring into his eyes, trying to read his emotions.

“Everyone knows,” he repeats your words, staring at you blankly.

Neither of you say anything after that, but you can hear his tail thudding against the ground above you. You move your hand to his face, softly caressing his skin. Neteyam closes his eyes, indulging in your touch. His tail moves faster, the thuds getting louder. Quickly you sit up, about to put his head in your lap, but he sits up too. 

“Sorry,” he says, looking down instead of looking at you.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay,” you say, moving closer and resting your hands on his shoulders, dropping your head to meet his gaze. 

Neteyam doesn’t respond, instead pulling you into a hug. With his face buried in your neck, you can’t see the tears forming in his eyes. You try holding him up, but end up falling on your back when he puts all of his weight on you. The rhythm of your heartbeat soothes Neteyam, enough for him to finally confess his feelings. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Neteyam says, not moving from where he lays on top of you. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” you say, voice soft as you begin to fall asleep, your breathing syncing with Neteyam’s.

[a-tale-of-legends]

Thinking about Jin and Amber…..

Jin is lonely in the sense that they are driven to not be defined by their father's cold shadow, as well spititng those who looked down on them. They try and act cooler than they're actually are, and their anger helps with that facade, but it also makes it hard for them to make friends! And even when they do, they still can't help but feel alone in the middle. Validation is pretty much Jin's biggest weakness, I think. They tend to latch onto anyone who gives it to them ( like scott. steven is a bit of an outlier lol)

Amber is lonely bc….well to be blunt, I think she was labeled as the weird girl. She was the type of girl who liked to get dirty, or climb trees or look under rocks for worms and bugs and show said bugs to anyone who look. The type of girl who's maybe a little too rough when playing, the type of girl who shakes your hand really hard or speaks a little too loud when nervous. The type of girl who for all her friendliness is awkward around new people. The type of girl who will babble on about her interests and get weird looks for it. And for the most part it's fine! She has her dad, and she loves doing field work- that's her zone! But sometimes she looks at other kids her age make friends and be with friends and just wishes she has that. Wishes she wasn't so awkward and clumsy so people won't look at her weird.

Two lonely kids who have the fortunate fate of meeting each other and becoming each other's most important person. They make me illlllllll.

[sasubaeuchithot]

what do you think about sakura? i've always been very conflicted or even indifferent to her. i feel like i've either wanted to really like her, but she falls short on every expectation, or i've wanted to really hate her, but she's too bland even for that. i've seen one half of the fandom raise her on a pedestal that i feel she doesn't deserve and the other make her absolute rubbish and that you're supposed to loathe with all your heart.

when it comes to naruto and sasuke, i do think both of them have love for sakura (even sasuke, even though it seems almost blasphemy to say this out loud), as both of them have love as their core characteristic, especially sasuke. i think sakura loves them both too, but i also think she's shallow in her feelings but is capable of reflecting on them. but i also think, often giggling to myself, that she's a smelly sweaty nervous girl when it comes to sasuke and it takes time to grow out of it.

all in all i think people in this fandom often seem to forget nuance and context when talking about her.

i enjoy you writing her, because she has dimension and she's capable of self reflection, but you don't put her on a pedestal.

sorry for the rant, i need other things to think about than my life right now. hope you're doing good and beating your writer's block with a stick!

sakura is very complicated for me. as a character, she enrages me- but not because of her actual personality. it's important when watching any form of fictional media to remember that these are characters, characters who were created by a real person to try to tell a story. all of her unlikable flaws for me all stem from the fact that she was created specifically for the male characters around her. even as early as her character introduction, which was the first plot device we are ever given to paint the rivalry between naruto and sasuke; we are introduced to sakura by naruto proclaiming he has a crush on her, only to see her brush him off and shallowly fangirl over sasuke. this continues throughout the entirety of the story in ways you don't necessarily notice at first, but become glaringly obvious the more you understand the misogyny in kishimoto's writing.

in the beginning of the land of waves arc, kakashi has all three students practicing tree climbing. Sakura, we see, excels at this. this seems great for a female character, right??? look, she's better than her two male teammates!! except that when you take into account that that is basically the one of the like. two times in the entire story we ever see her do better than either Sasuke or Naruto. this moment does more than just fall short due to never being supported again in the narrative once you realize that in actuality, kishimoto wrote her to have excelled so well at controlling her chakra because he wanted to write her out of the scene. that is literally the only reason he wrote her being adept in that moment. he needed naruto and sasuke to bond over training, and he didn't want sakura to be a part of the sentiment. narratively in his mind, she couldn't be! her entire existence was about the OPPOSITE; she was created to show the divide between the other two, so she can't be there to assist in showing their bond.

this is also where the concept of "Sakura is useless" comes from. her character was not created to showcase the world building of ninjutsu, nor was she meant to be the one saving the day. kakashi's character was about worldbuilding; he is the teacher-character who dialog dumps all of the information about how this ninja world operates. and at the beginning, saving the day was largely sasuke's job- to display the incapabilities and shortcomings of naruto- and then that moved onto Naruto's job- to show how far the protagonist has worked and to push the story forward. sakura's purpose of being the representation of how sasuke is Wanted and naruto is Unwanted does not fit in battle, so she is sidelined. for the entire first part of the story, she doesn't even have a jutsu she specializes in!!!! in a show about ninjas!!!!!!!! she is never allowed to display her own adeptness, because it would get in the way of her male counterparts' story. and then in an effort to keep her character relevant later on (and to placate fans I'm sure), kishimoto decides to make her. a fucking medic. a caregiver.

the misogyny of it angers me. she's the main female in your story, and her sole purpose is to support male characters both within the narrative and on the paper. but if i choose to watch/read the story as most other viewers do, devoid of my knowledge of writing fiction, I start to like her come Shippuden. i love the balance she has between her strength and her feminity. i love loud, determined women who show their gentleness selectively. i love her "headstrong combined with arm strong" (I'm quoting myself lmaoooo). but i despise how ALL of that disappears around Sasuke. it's so hard to focus on what I do like about her when kishi takes every opportunity he can to display the fact that she is very much Written By A Man™.

one super frustrating challenge that i had was the fact that I had to start out sakura's character in my own fanfiction complying with these awful character traits for her. my goal of kizuna hikari was to have everyone as canonically in-character as possible- which includes inheriting sakura's misogynistic character purpose. but i refused to keep her that way. so her character arc for me was shedding off her male-centric character traits. it took the whole fucking fic to undo kishi's work lmaoooo. i had to really gnaw away at her dependency on Sasuke, which involved keeping her narrative unfortunately still centered around him. but now i feel like now I'll actually be able to write her as her OWN character for the sequel, thank fucking god.

what you said about Naruto and Sasuke loving her is so true, and I see it the same way. their core character traits are both about loving deeply and intensely, so it's difficult for me to see either of them NOT caring about her. Sasuke at his heart is gentle and kind, rude as he can outwardly be. he naturally craves love. Sakura for sure is delusional, and a lot of her infatuation with Sasuke is rose-tinted, but I don't think ALL of it is. she does care for and love Sasuke- she's just lost in her own fantasy with it.

i really enjoyed writing her finally coming to terms with her delusions, realizing what parts of Sasuke she had been glamorizing and finally seeing him for himself. from where I've left off with her at the end of the povs, she did not fall out of love with him even though she came to terms with sasuke and naruto's relationship, which tells me that I think that she does harbor real love for him in canon. i can't wait to expand on her in the sequel and see how that develops.

[queenofdragons12]

Claimed by Many | Various

Pairing: Mel'æsa/Rex (and implied polyamorous relationships with Anakin, Obi-Wan, and others)

Word Count: 346 words

Warnings:

Mature themes

Explicit content

Polyamory/non-monogamy

Graphic sexual descriptions

Possible triggers for those uncomfortable with non-consensual or group sexual situations (although consent is implied in this passage)

As you labored to climb the steep slope, your chest heaved with exhaustion, your scales glistening with dew-kissed mist. The air was alive with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers, and the soft chirping of insects provided a gentle melody to accompany your ascent. Your claws dug into the damp earth, propelling you upward toward the revered mating spot where your kin would gather to flaunt their majesty. The clearing came into view, and you spotted four dragons already present, their vibrant scales glinting in the fading light of day. Two blues and two reds stood poised, their eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nervous energy.

However, your parents were noticeably absent. They had long since passed their prime mating years and now observed from a distance, offering guidance and wisdom to the younger generations. You let out a deep huff, a plume of misty air escaping your nostrils as you surveyed the gathering.

Just then, you spotted Bell and Blue approaching from the periphery of the clearing. Bell's SilkWing heritage was evident in her slender build and iridescent scales that shimmered like moonlit silk. Blue, on the other hand, sported a goofy grin on his snout, his usual sharp features softened by an unmistakable haze of intoxication.

You turned to Bell, concern etched on your face. "What's wrong with Blue?" you asked, your voice low and urgent.

Bell shook her head sympathetically. "I don't know," she replied, her voice tinged with worry. "I think he drank some of that special brine they serve here to make things more... interesting." Her eyes darted toward Blue, who stumbled slightly as he walked toward you.

The brine in question was notorious for its potency among dragonkind. It was said to heighten senses and lower inhibitions, making it easier for potential mates to connect on a deeper level. However, it also carried risks – as evidenced by Blue's current state.

You watched as Blue lurched closer, his usually keen gaze now glassy and unfocused. A pang of concern struck your heart; this was not how you wanted this evening to unfold.

Bell's enthusiastic words spilled out in a rush, her excitement palpable as she grasped your talons. "Come on, I'm sure you'd want to get ready for tonight, right? I mean, it's mating night and some of the dancers are going to be so cool!" Her eyes sparkled like polished gemstones as she preened her delicate butterfly-like wings, puffing them up with a soft rustle.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her infectious energy, but your amusement was short-lived. Your gaze drifted back to Blue, who was now stumbling about the clearing, his usually agile body swaying unsteadily. Your concern for your friend's well-being took precedence over the festivities.

"Wait about that," you said, gently extricating your talons from Bell's grasp. "What about Blue? We can't let him stay here when he's drunk." You nodded toward Blue, who was now attempting to dance but ended up staggering into a nearby bush.

Bell's face fell as she followed your gaze. Her expression softened with concern, and she hurriedly nodded in agreement. "Oh no, you're right! We can't leave him like that." She fluttered her wings anxiously, as if preparing to take flight.

Together, you approached Blue, who looked up at you with a bleary-eyed grin. His usual sharp wit and cunning were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a sloppy enthusiasm that made you worry for his safety.

"Hey… guys," he slurred, his voice barely above a whisper. "Wanna… dance… wif me?" He lurched forward, nearly falling over before catching himself on a nearby tree trunk.

You exchanged a worried glance with Bell. It was clear that Blue needed their help – and fast – before things got any worse.

You reached out to help Blue, but that's what made him snap. He lunged at you, pinning you down in the grass with his wings splayed out and legs spread wide. "Ack, Blue!" you called out, startled, but your protest was short-lived.

Before you could react, he pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you hard and deep. You let out a surprised moan as his talons roamed all over your body, sending shivers down your spine. Your mind raced with thoughts of, Damn, am I about to lose my virginity to my best friend? But then you laughed inwardly and let him continue.

After all, Blue was drunk – he wouldn't remember this in the morning. And even if he did, he wouldn't be able to take things further in his current state. You relaxed into the kiss, letting him explore your mouth with his tongue.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a thrill run through your veins. It was strange to be kissed by your best friend like this, but it was also kind of… exciting? You pushed the thought aside and focused on the sensation of Blue's lips on yours.

For a moment, you forgot about the mating night festivities and the other dragons watching from the sidelines. All that mattered was the warmth of Blue's body pressed against yours and the way his talons sent shivers down your spine.

But as the kiss lingered on, you couldn't shake off the feeling that this might be more than just a drunken mistake…

Someone ripped Blue off you, and he yelped as a dark mass obscured your vision. A talon pressed down on your shoulder, helping you up, and you heard a gravelly voice ask, "You okay?" You turned to see Rex standing beside you, his tanned scales and dark brown eyes illuminated by the glow of the lamps strung overhead.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," you stammered, still trying to process what had just happened.

Rex smiled and nudged you backwards, and that's when you finally saw who had dragged Blue off of you. It was Anakin, his black wings spread wide and teeth bared in a snarl. "Anakin, no!" you called out, lunging forward to grab his tail, but Rex held you back.

"Let them fight it out," he said, his claws trailing along your spine as he held you in place. "It has been a long time coming."

You struggled against Rex's grip, worried about what might happen between Anakin and Blue. The two dragons faced off against each other, their eyes blazing with anger and aggression. The air was electric with tension as they circled each other, their wings rustling ominously.

Blue stumbled forward, still drunk but fueled by adrenaline. Anakin sneered at him, his tail twitching with agitation. You knew that look – it was the same one he got whenever he was about to unleash his fury.

Rex's grip on your shoulder tightened as if sensing your anxiety. "Don't worry," he whispered in your ear. "They need to settle this once and for all."

But as the two dragons clashed in a flurry of scales and claws, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. This wasn't just about Blue's drunken mistake – it was about years of pent-up rivalry and unresolved tensions between Anakin and Blue…

Rex's rumbling voice sent shivers down your spine as he whispered in your ear, "Let's go somewhere else, I can help you get your mind off of things." His tongue licked the shell of your ear, and you shuddered, nearly moaning right there and then. You weren't one to be easily dragged away, but Rex's proximity was making it hard to resist.

You started to protest, "No—" but before you could finish, a burst of hot fire soared right over your head. Rex pushed you down with his body resting atop yours, his wings flaring wide to block out the flames as another burst snapped the air wide.

"I think it's best we leave," he growled, his voice low and urgent.

You didn't need any further convincing. With Anakin and Blue still clashing in the background, Rex swept you up in his arms and took to the skies. The wind rushed past your face as he flew away from the chaos, leaving the sounds of snarling and roaring behind.

As you gazed up at Rex's determined expression, you felt a thrill run through your veins. You didn't know where he was taking you or what his intentions were, but for now, you were happy to be escaping the drama below.

The city lights blurred together as Rex flew over the rooftops, finally landing on a secluded rooftop garden surrounded by towering trees and lush greenery. The air was cool and quiet here, a welcome respite from the intensity of the mating night festivities.

Rex set you down on a plush couch nestled among the foliage, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "So," he said, his voice low and husky. "What do you say we forget about tonight's drama and focus on something more… enjoyable?"

You blinked slowly, your eyelids fluttering like the delicate petals of a moonflower as you nodded in silent agreement. The thought of having Rex inside you sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but think of the majestic SkyWing dragons that soared through the skies. Why not bring that same sense of freedom and exhilaration to this intimate moment? You smiled softly, your lips curving upward as you reached out to cup Rex's cheek in your hand. The gentle touch sent sparks flying between you, and he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

As your mouths moved together, his lips softened, like rose petals unfolding in the morning dew. His body seemed to melt into yours, his muscles relaxing as he let out a contented sigh. The years of battle-hardened tension melted away, leaving behind a sense of vulnerability and trust. He groaned low in his throat as he began to rub himself against you, his slow movements sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

You gasped as suddenly you were swept backward, your body arching onto its back without any conscious thought. Rex followed effortlessly, his length pushing into you with a gentle yet insistent pressure. You felt yourself opening up to him, like a flower blooming under the warmth of the sun. As he slid deeper inside you, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with an intensity that left you breathless.

"Oh gods, you're tight as hell," he grunted, his cock throbbing inside you, the lines of his veins dragging against the fluttering walls of your pussy like a gentle summer breeze. "Ahhh" was all you managed to moan out as his hips snapped back and forth, his cock raging in and out of you with a primal intensity.

"Gods," he grunted again, his voice low and husky, as he leaned down to nuzzle the curve of your neck. His spine fluttered with each thrust, like a bird's wings beating rapidly in flight. "Why haven't I had you around me before? You take my cock like a good girl," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

You growled at the phrase, your eyes flashing with defiance. "Don't...understand me," you growled back, your voice low and menacing. "I'm not a...good little doll for you." The words dripped with venom, as if each syllable was laced with poison.

"Oh, I don't know," he teased, his honeyed eyes burning hot with lust as he gazed at you. "I think you are my good girl, mine and the general's..." His voice trailed off as he bit down on your neck, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. You let out a stifled moan as his cock continued to hit your G-spot, the head feeling enormous and almost enveloped by the ring of muscles there.

He moaned again, his body tensing as he thrust deeper into you. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he chanted, his words becoming a mantra as he lost himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking. "You are so good, my...my good girl," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

You felt yourself slowly letting go, your body relaxing into the pleasure as your wings flared open behind you. The stars twinkled above like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse of the sky. Your slick began to gather at the entrance of your pussy before running down your lips and onto the grass beneath you.

"OH FUCK!" Rex finally lost it, snapping his hips at an unnatural rhythm even for a dragon. You moaned like you had nothing else to say, and then you finally let out a scream as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. "REX!" you called out his name as you came, your voice echoing through the night air.

He rocked back and forth, his body shuddering as he rode out his release, his seeds spilling into you and then overflowing down your thighs. "Oh, thank you, Mel'sha...thank you so much," he panted, his voice husky with exhaustion. "You don't know how much I've wanted to have you fluttering around me, have my cock stuffed in your pretty cunt...you have no idea..."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the place where he had bitten you. The marks were clear as hell, a testament to the passion that had driven him to claim you so fiercely. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed at the bruises, a possessive glint in their depths.

You chuckled, "I'm pretty sure I've had an idea, you know I have tight orce irhgt." His tension was palpable as his honeyed eyes darted away, his cheeks flushing deep red. Soon, his whole body grew hot again, and he muttered under his breath, "Oh fuck."

You chuckled before leaning up, grabbing his cheek in one taloned hand, and licking his cheek. "It's okay, Rexy. I've dreamed about you and the general too. You don't know how much I've wanted you two to take me to their other side...to claim me," you said with a sly smirk.

You bit at his lip, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "How much I've wanted to claim you two with your cocks stuffed deep in my pussy." The air was electric with tension as you gazed up at him, your eyes locked on his.

"Careful, Mel'æsa, I might as well call Anakin over here to have him fuck you senseless too," he warned, his voice low and husky. You laughed and lay back, your wings rustling slightly as you settled into the pillows. "That's fine with me, but I need to relax – my pussy can only take one cock at a time, right now," you said with a sly smile.

Rex's eyes warmed as he gazed at you. "You will really think about taking us both?" he asked, his voice laced with hope. You nodded, and he looked at you for a moment before speaking again. "My whole squadron too." You blinked in surprise. "Wait, wait – have your squadron been dreaming about me?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

He nodded sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Uh, yeah... they have. We all have, in fact." He swallowed hard before continuing. "Obi-Wan's squadron as well." The air was thick with tension as the implications hung in the air.

You sighed contentedly and closed your eyes, a happy smile spreading across your face. "Well, then I know that I'm lucky tenfold," you said, your voice filled with satisfaction.

As you lay there, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Rex's presence, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events. Who would have thought that being claimed by not one, but multiple powerful beings would bring you such joy?

The thought sent a thrill through you, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you imagined the possibilities. You knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your life, one filled with passion, excitement, and adventure.

[hopelessromanticfantasies]

Here’s an idea that’s been bouncing in my head for some time!

A prince and princess are soon to be married to unite the two kingdoms. The prince’s knight and the princess’s knights don’t seem to be getting along. For now <3

Knight x Knight slow burn

OoOoOoH! This is a cute idea. I'll need to make this at least a two parter seeing as it's slow burn. I decided to give the characters names, seeing as it probably would've been difficult to tell the knights apart. Gray (Grayson) is the princess's knight and Bale is the prince's knight. Anyways, I hope you like this first part anon!

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"...Your future wife, Princess Natalia." The King called, signally for his princess to enter the room as he introduced her to Prince Adrian. Grayson walked beside Natalia; their arms linked. She was looking anywhere but the people ahead of her, including her future husband. "Oh Gray, I'm so nervous. Do you think he'll be nice?" She whispered, quickly looking to her knight. "He had better be. Now look ahead princess. Like your mother said, first impressions are important. You cannot appear as scared as you are feeling." He instructed. "Right." As soon as her eyes landed on Adrian her demeanor changed. She had practically melted, and Gray could see that. "Oh god. He's so handsome." She had this dopey smile on her face. At least the princess thought her husband-to-be was attractive. Across the room, Adrain grinned at her, with similar look in his eyes. He thought she was beautiful as well. As he should. Gray thought to himself. Beside the prince was another knight. He appeared to be judging the princess and Grayson. The pair finally reached the group of waiting people and Grayson let go of Natalia's arm backing away slightly. "Hello, princess." Adrian said, gently kissing her hand. "Hello." She replied.

The ball had begun. Natalia and Adrian were the center of attention as they danced together. It was definitely a case of instant attraction. Possibly "love at first sight". Grayson rolled his eyes at the thought. At least this could ease the first part of their engagement. "I'm Bale. So, what is your princess like?" The prince's knight was now standing beside Gray. "When did you- Never mind. Natalia is a wonderful lady. She shall may a great queen." "Really? You don't have to lie to me. I know that some knights don't actually like their ward and your princess, yeesh." Bale says. Grayson instantly becomes defensive. "What would you know?! You've never even talked to her." Bale raises his arms, as if they would protect him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I was just saying, she seems a little bit snobbish." Grayson gritted his teeth together.

Luckily for Grayson, Bale had quickly been called away to assist in some other duties. The ball was now over, and he hadn't seen the other knight at all. A blessing. Natalia sighed happily as she flopped backwards onto her bed. "He's so nice." "Bale?" Grayson questioned. "The prince's knight? No. I was talking about Adrian." "Ah. I'm glad you think so then." "Although, I did hear good things about him." "From whom?" "The prince, of course. The two grew up together you know. Just like we did." Grayson smiled at the memories of the two when they were younger. Natalia, teaching him how to dance. The two, climbing trees together, even though the princess most certainly was not supposed to. They had a good childhood together. "I believe you and Bale will get along well." "I doubt that your majesty." "Why? Did something happen?" Natalia asked. "Nothing of importance madam." She hummed. "Well, that's too bad for you, seeing as you will both be working closely together when Adrian and I are married." "Wonderful." Grayson sarcastically responded.

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I'm sorry it took so long for me to reply to your ask. Originally, I had intended on making the other parts for this slow burn story before posting this, but I can't really think of what could happen next. If you've got any ideas of what could possibly happen next, please tell me. Otherwise the next parts will probably take a very long time to come out.

[marigoldsandbuttercups]

Hello hello~ I've been meaning to request some headcanons from you for ages, I adore your style of writing and your interpretation of the characters! So, could I ask you about how US and SF bros and UT grillby and Muffet would react to being shipwrecked in a remote island with nothing but the clothes on their backs? Could be with a S/O or best friend, with each other or just alone, you choose. Sorry if it's already been asked before! Thanks in advance, you're incredible~

(Hehe aww thanks, do not pay any mind to how late this UwU)

Washed Up

Blue: He's... Actually a lot calmer than you would think. Or well, that's what you think. He's pretty good at keeping a straight face or a calm facade but he does know what he's doing, for the most part. While *he* doesn't necessarily need to eat himself, he can't say the same for you. Most of his attention goes to you, making sure that you're healthy and not injured whilst trying to figure out how to get out of this.

He still has his more upbeat personality, but you can tell some days where it's a bit off and he can't shake off the anxiety that's just looming over him. In his effort of looking after you and trying to keep you safe whilst finding a way out, he won't pay any attention to himself, make sure to look after him (even if this means forcing him to sleep by wrestling him into it-)

Stretch: "Oh boy... Oh boy, y/n, we're really in it, now.. " Stretch tries, he really does, but man, he's the biggest worrywart ever. He can't even think to cover his fear because of just how anxious he feels and trust me, his anxiety will rear it's ugly head as soon as it dawns on him what's going on. After being assured by you (and him checking on you once he's calmed down), he's pretty resourceful (how he can climb trees is beyond you but it works-)

That doesn't mean his carefree, goofy self is gone. While he's a little more nervous than usual, it can be quelled for a bit when he's with you and crackling jokes, his worries melting away when you roll your eyes or giggle at his jokes. He does think if it weren't for you being there, he'd be in shambles.

Black: Is probably one of the few people who's somehow prepared for everything and anything. As soon as you both realize what's going on, he's quick to react, making sure that you are unharmed before deciding to build a shelter first. He's super resourceful, and you get to see what his training may have been like as he climbs trees and sneaks upon predators if there are any.

Is your best bet if you were to be stranded anywhere, he refuses to sit still.

Which... Isn't all that good for his own health. He doesn't really think much for his own well-being since he doesn't heavily depend on food like you do. But that doesn't mean the tiredness doesn't creep in. You would have to force him to sit down for a bit and actually debate him on why he should be sleeping for more than two hours a night-

Rus: "Aw ffs-" While he doesn't seem like the type to have it all together, you're only semi correct- Rus is resourceful, and smart when he wants to use those braincells for other things aside from memes. Being Black's younger brother meant that he too was no exception from training. Whatever you need, he's got it, (with a few trial and errors, of course-) but for the most part, he does a good job at keeping you safe.

But it's only during the late nights when you're alone that you get to see the side that he hides around you. One full of anxiousness and worry as he mulls over what could happen, if he can keep you safe for as long as possible. He doesn't try to push you away if you bring it up to him, but expect him to be surprised since he wouldn't really mention it.

Muffet: Well... This is, an interesting scenario. Having once been in a tough spot while she was underground, Muffet is no stranger to having to improvise on how improve her living situation. With that being said, you may or may not be subjected to unique concoctions of food and drinks crafted by her. It's relatively safe, but whether the effects make you feel funky or not is... Debatable. Being a spider, she instinctively knows the best places for shelter, as well as it being comfortable to house the two of you, of course.

She does express worry, not wanting to be in a similar situation such as in her past. But with you around, it's not so bad, the added company does help her ease up from her nerves. You may not see this side very often as unlike Milord, Muffet actively does try to push those thoughts away. She's got to keep her poise regardless of her situation.

Grillby: Seems calm, almost too calm... But that's literally because he can't emote due to not really having a face... Or well, the basic components to make an expression- But this calmness he has is helpful, and he's aware of it and uses it to his best ability as it becomes night and he sees you worry. Besides the obvious things, becoming a literal nightlight and perfect for creating a fire when it's time to cook, he's very silent and like muffet, is creative.

If you weren't close to him, or really observant, you wouldn't realize that when he worries, his flame flickers ever so slightly. You only notice it when a rainstorm was brewing about as you two were seeking for shelter, thankfully finding one before it began pouring. He thinks a lot, wondering if anyone has an inkling that he's missing, that you would be okay. So many thoughts on his mind but he can't say any of them. What he can do, in the meantime however, is keep you safe and warm.

[thegeminisage]

ooooh i came across a standoff between constructs and bokoblins and got them to fight each other >:)

oh man. there were more bokoblins but the constructs OBLITERATED them.......not looking good for me

i made it just BARELY. had to break out the bomb arrows

the loot is GOOD though. delicious.

i saw a sky block fall, so i tried riding it...ultimately it didn't seem to go anywhere before i ran out of time. maybe my ability needs an upgrade?

being in forests makes me nervous now lol

found a well that led all the way down into the underworld lol. there was like an anpc who wanted to know about all the wells in hyrule so she could see them all.....maybe not this one lady

found another one of those shadow guys!!!! i saved, i'm gonna poke him

oh he just vanished!!! weird...i thought he'd fight me lol

the folly in coming down here of course is that i dont have any readily available checkpoints like lightroot trees...i see two in the distance but one is REALLY high, so if i can't get to the other one i can't fast travel back here once i'm forced to travel away. and down to 3 hearts already!!

found a gloom hinox. absolutely no fucking way, i'm gonna have to go around

found a tall structure that is definitely NOT a lightroot tree

"kakariko abandoned mine" holy fuck

i found a car you can drive around!!!!

and a forge construct...pleeeease let me fast travel back here omg

YOOOO theres yiga architecture down here.................

lmao i wonder if gloom koga is down here somewhere

all of this is of course fucking metal but it's for nothing if i can't find a checkpoint....

omg theres a guy down here

OH IT'S A YIGA LMFAO

ITS THREE YIGA??? GIRL HELP ME

oh my god that was harrowing

I MADE IT TO A LIGHT TREE..........wonderful news. that was a huge fucking climb, it was really high up. or possibly i was very low down lol

[nickeverdeen]

Nickname: Anni or Annie

Fandom: Hunger Games! (please, tysm!)

Sexuality: Straight.....I think- (so male match ig)

Zodiac signs: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality type: Entp

Pronouns: She/her

So lets see here a little bit about my appearance.....I am very petite and I won't lie i'm about 5'3.....maybe 5'4 on a good day. I also have thick brown hair that goes down to lower mid back and if you are ever around me you'll hear me get frustrated with my hair and i'll say something like "I AM GOING TO CUT OFF ALL OF MY HAIR, I SWEAR!" but for now I am keeping it how it is lmao. I also have brown eyes and lots of freckles on my face, my freckles are one of my most liked features about myself lol. Lastly for my style.....I have none. I like Adidas so I'll wear Adidas jackets and sporty stuff and besides that I just wear normal t-shirts and what not lol. Although flannels....absolutely lovely. I love flannels and combat boots....

My personality can be a bit rocky at first. Sometimes I just won't like someone for no reason, I can't explain why but I just won't like them idk. But overall i'm an extrovert, I just dislike people sometimes lmao but nonetheless my social skills are fine and I make new friends ridiculously easy. I do have a resting bitch face though so it does make people nervous when first meeting me but I promise I am not that bad.

When you really get down to who I actually am I am a big asshole who just happens to be a big goofball as well. I am extremely sarcastic, almost to a fault and I will sometimes rag on people in a teasing way. I also do dumb stuff like climbing and falling out of trees, tripping over air, falling up the stairs, etc. Also being reckless doesn't help either. But I have a very strong "I don't care" attitude and I am very blunt and brash when I get angry or in general sometimes, I also struggle with emotions like I hate talking about feelings so I suck at that stuff. But seriously I cannot talk about my feelings like at all, i'll kinda hold it all in and being vulnerable or talking about emotions make me anxious and super uncomfortable. BUT besides that I am very bold and prideful but I can be very caring when I want to be around certain people and I'd do anything for my friends and people I'm close to.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. I also have lots of intrusive thoughts lol so sometimes i'll just be sitting there quietly and I'll just start laughing like a weirdo......i'm a big dork honestly. I also do that weird thing where i'm sitting down and I'll just be bouncing my leg....idk why I do it....I just do....and I also run my fingers through my hair a lot, thats why its always messy. Sometimes when i'm bored I space out and i'll chew on my lip or the side of gum...I need to stop I know but its hard to....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 10 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 90's rock or any like grunge or alt, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lincoln Park, Pearl jam, Deftones but i'm pretty open to anything, I also have a soft spot for some good 80's rock too......I started taking martial arts so hehe that's kinda cool...I can do cool body locks and I know a lot of good pressure points to use against someone, I can also throw people ober my shoulder so that's cool

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider....like seriously I will move to the moon if one touches me. I also tend to be more irritable around people lately so I dislike people right now......

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(I apologize if this is super long...I can shorten it if you'd like-)

No need to shorten it and thanks 🫶

Also may I ask what type of material arts are you doing?

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Your Hunger Games match is…

Gale Hawthrone

(No hate on him here please)

Jokes about how short you are and how tall he is

(You ain’t short, trust me)

He is pretty introverted so people seeing him date an extrovert is a suprise

He doesn’t really care what others think, though

Gale at first thought he did something weong when he saw your resting face

Jokes like “you can be scary” or “remind me not to get on your bad side”

Laughs at you when tripping over an air or falling up the stairs plus falling down on trees

Helps you and makes sure you’re okay, though

Teases you about it later 100%

Gale isn’t that type of a person to talk about feelings in general

Jokes about the fact that your words sound very country and southern

Runs his own hand through your hair

Compliments your franckless on your face

There aren’t many places where to swim in District 12 so he’d try to find some river at least

Watches the rain with you

Gale isn’t a big fan of horror movies so he probably wouldn’t want to watch them with you

But he does like your music taste

Plays your favourite songs when you’re home alone

Says how cool it is that you know material arts

Maybe feel free to teach him some of it

Teases you about your arachnophobia

(Fear of spiders)

Sometimes like a kid he’d bring it up to you

Constant flirting

Most of the girls in the District are very jealous that you get to date the hottest boy that in the District is

(Sorry Peeta)

Random rambeling about leaving the District and about the future

Hunting with him may be hell ‘cause of his taunting and teasing about it (not in a bad way)

Gale can’t hunt himself so you can tease him about that

Ruffles your hair sometimes to annoy you or just for fun

He is a very protective boyfriend

Treats you like his best friend, but also like his whole world

Hopes you understand his actions and meanings behind them

Beats up Peacekeepers to just keep you safe

Gale is willing to die for you or get tortured

[sinnful-darling]

Nickname: Anni or Annie

Fandoms: Creepypasta, Creepypasta oc

Sexuality: Straight.....I think-

Zodiac signs: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality type: Entp

Pronouns: She/her

So lets see here a little bit about my appearance.....I am very petite and I won't lie i'm about 5'3.....maybe 5'4 on a good day. I also have thick brown hair that goes down to lower mid back and if you are ever around me you'll hear me get frustrated with my hair and i'll say something like "I AM GOING TO CUT OFF ALL OF MY HAIR, I SWEAR!" but for now I am keeping it how it is lmao. I also have brown eyes and lots of freckles on my face, my freckles are one of my most liked features about myself lol. Lastly for my style.....I have none. I like Adidas so I'll wear Adidas jackets and sporty stuff and besides that I just wear normal t-shirts and what not lol. Although flannels....absolutely lovely. I love flannels and combat boots....

My personality can be a bit rocky at first. Sometimes I just won't like someone for no reason, I can't explain why but I just won't like them idk. But overall i'm an extrovert, I just dislike people sometimes lmao but nonetheless my social skills are fine and I make new friends ridiculously easy. I do have a resting bitch face though so it does make people nervous when first meeting me but I promise I am not that bad.

When you really get down to who I actually am I am a big asshole who just happens to be a big goofball as well. I am extremely sarcastic, almost to a fault and I will sometimes rag on people in a teasing way. I also do dumb stuff like climbing and falling out of trees, tripping over air, falling up the stairs, etc. Also being reckless doesn't help either. But I have a very strong "I don't care" attitude and I am very blunt and brash when I get angry or in general sometimes, I also struggle with emotions like I hate talking about feelings so I suck at that stuff. But seriously I cannot talk about my feelings like at all, i'll kinda hold it all in and being vulnerable or talking about emotions make me anxious and super uncomfortable. BUT besides that I am very bold and prideful but I can be very caring when I want to be around certain people and I'd do anything for my friends and people I'm close to.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. I also have lots of intrusive thoughts lol so sometimes i'll just be sitting there quietly and I'll just start laughing like a weirdo......i'm a big dork honestly. I also do that weird thing where i'm sitting down and I'll just be bouncing my leg....idk why I do it....I just do....and I also run my fingers through my hair a lot, thats why its always messy. Sometimes when i'm bored I space out and i'll chew on my lip or the side of gum...I need to stop I know but its hard to....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 10 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 90's rock or any like grunge or alt, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lincoln Park, Pearl jam, Deftones but i'm pretty open to anything, I also have a soft spot for some good 80's rock too......I started taking martial arts so hehe that's kinda cool...I can do cool body locks and I know a lot of good pressure points to use against someone....also learning how to throw someone over my shoulder at the moment so don't mess with me!

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider....like seriously I will move to the moon if one touches me.

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i match you with:

creepypasta: hoodie or eyeless jack

my crp ocs: miles aka the wraith

i hope you like the results!!

hoodie hcs:

hoodie would really like how outgoing you are and would also find your clumsiness a bit funny to watch

initially, he would just think of you as another killer he has to deal with, but as time goes on and you patching him up/giving him some tough love, his feelings for you would change

hoodie wouldn't be one to fall fast, but more of a slow-burn kind of romance

he finds your sarcasm refreshing and similar to his own humor, so he quite likes that about you

hoodie also likes that you're from the south as well!

the more you two link up for missions and the like, hoodie finds himself enjoying your presence more and more, seeking you out outside of business matters

"Ma would make the best apple pie..."

hoodie is the most normal among the proxies, so i feel like he'd also be the most healthy partner

he'd be into stargazing and washing your back in the shower, reading to you and making small gifts for you out of wood chunks he finds in the woods

hoodie likes that you're confident and can handle yourself but in moments of anxiety and the like, he'll ground you by rubbing his thumb across the skin of your hand or letting you play with his fingers.

hoodie, i think, would also be quite fond of horror movies so be prepared to watch a bunch when you guys don't have missions!

i feel like you and hoodie have similar interests as well, so the two of you would be listening to music while cooking

he's also not very touchy, but i don't think he'd mind you curling up in his lap or holding his hand- so long as it doesn't interfere with work.

he does sometimes like to scare you so watch out!

eyeless jack hcs:

eyeless jack is also a good match for you because I feel like he would enjoy listening to you talk about your interests.

at first, you were just another person for him to patch up, but the more you came to see him, the more he started to talk to you and open up.

"Back again?"

EJ would find the differences in your personalities refreshing.

He's more introverted- a listener at heart. He usually would find most extroverts loud and annoying but you knew when to stop and give him space; he decided he liked you because of that.

He would be right under hoodie on the healthier side of partners but is a bit emotionally underdeveloped.

After the accident, he lost most of his emotions and the ability to deal with them as well. He would try his best to comfort you, but it would be more of a psychological approach.

I think EJ would realize he has feelings for you when during a thunderstorm, he sought you out.

His hearing was heightened after the incident, so the loud noises are hard on him and it also brings back trauma he doesn't want to deal with :((

When he comes to you and you comfort him, accommodating his needs and being there for him, he realizes that he's in love with you

He's definitely a cuddle bug, but emits a ton of heat so it might get toooo hot under the covers.

Ej is super protective of you btw! He doesn't like seeing you get hurt but knows you can handle yourself.

EJ is the type to take you out on walks in the forest and show you cool plants. He's also the type to bring you back pretty rocks.

EJ is a really good match for you tbh.

The Wraith (Miles Hernandez):

You'd be a good match for Miles because of your personality!

Miles is a big goof despite his appearance; just because he died doesn't mean his true personality went away :)

When he was alive, he loved reading romance novels so prepare to have the most cliche tropes happening in real life!

Miles loves that you enjoy the rain as much as he does and will make you dance in the rain with him.

He's very observant and caring, so expect to be babied a bit when you need comfort. He'll make sure you have everything you need and take care of you as much as you'll allow.

Miles is a romantic at heart, so I think he'd fall for you relatively fast.

Maybe you were going to be his dinner but found you interesting and ate someone else, or maybe you bumped into him on the street, but one way or the other the two of you became friends.

Miles loves loves LOVES your sarcastic side. He thinks it's so funny and is actually a bit sarcastic himself.

He doesn't like you seeing him eat, so he'll eat separately from you, but he will cook for you when you're hungry!

Miles realized he was in love with you when he found himself having thoughts of what it would be like to marry you.

"Maybe a cottage in the woods would do nicely..."

You'd be a good match for Miles because of your personality!

Miles is a big goof despite his appearance; just because he died doesn't mean his true personality went away :)

When he was alive, he loved reading romance novels so prepare to have the most cliche tropes happening in real life!

Miles loves that you enjoy the rain as much as he does and will make you dance in the rain with him.

He's very observant and caring, so expect to be babied a bit when you need comfort. He'll make sure you have everything you need and take care of you as much as you'll allow.

Miles is a romantic at heart, so I think he'd fall for you relatively fast.

Maybe you were going to be his dinner but found you interesting and ate someone else, or maybe you bumped into him on the street, but one way or the other the two of you became friends.

Miles loves loves LOVES your sarcastic side. He thinks it's so funny and is actually a bit sarcastic himself.

He doesn't like you seeing him eat, so he'll eat separately from you, but he will cook for you when you're hungry!

Miles realized he was in love with you when he found himself having thoughts of what it would be like to marry you.

"Maybe a cottage in the woods would do nicely..."

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hi dear! Thank you so much for doing this with me! Anyways here's my info, please take your time and have fun with it! :)

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Nickname: Anni or Annie

Fandom: Lotr, Resident evil 8, and Marvel! (I would prefer to not be shipped with any dwarves or hobbits please!)

Sexuality: Straight.....maybe?

Zodiac signs: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality type: Entp

Pronouns: She/her

So lets see here a little bit about my appearance.....I am very petite and I won't lie i'm about 5'3.....maybe 5'4 on a good day. I also have thick brown hair that goes down to lower mid back and if you are ever around me you'll hear me get frustrated with my hair and i'll say something like "I AM GOING TO CUT OFF ALL OF MY HAIR, I SWEAR!" but for now I am keeping it how it is lmao. I also have brown eyes and lots of freckles on my face, my freckles are one of my most liked features about myself lol. Lastly for my style.....I have none. I like Adidas so I'll wear Adidas jackets and sporty stuff and besides that I just wear normal t-shirts and what not lol. Although flannels....absolutely lovely. I love flannels and combat boots....

My personality can be a bit rocky at first. Sometimes I just won't like someone for no reason, I can't explain why but I just won't like them idk. But overall i'm an extrovert, I just dislike people sometimes lmao but nonetheless my social skills are fine and I make new friends ridiculously easy. I do have a resting bitch face though so it does make people nervous when first meeting me but I promise I am not that bad.

When you really get down to who I actually am I am a big asshole who just happens to be a big goofball as well. I am extremely sarcastic, almost to a fault and I will sometimes rag on people in a teasing way. I also do dumb stuff like climbing and falling out of trees, tripping over air, falling up the stairs, etc. Also being reckless doesn't help either. But I have a very strong "I don't care" attitude and I am very blunt and brash when I get angry or in general sometimes, I also struggle with emotions like I hate talking about feelings so I suck at that stuff. But seriously I cannot talk about my feelings like at all, i'll kinda hold it all in and being vulnerable or talking about emotions make me anxious and super uncomfortable. BUT besides that I am very bold and prideful but I can be very caring when I want to be around certain people and I'd do anything for my friends and people I'm close to.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. I also have lots of intrusive thoughts lol so sometimes i'll just be sitting there quietly and I'll just start laughing like a weirdo......i'm a big dork honestly. I also do that weird thing where i'm sitting down and I'll just be bouncing my leg....idk why I do it....I just do....and I also run my fingers through my hair a lot, thats why its always messy. Sometimes when i'm bored I space out and i'll chew on my lip or the side of gum...I need to stop I know but its hard to....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 10 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 90's rock or any like grunge or alt, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lincoln Park, Pearl jam, Deftones but i'm pretty open to anything, I also have a soft spot for some good 80's rock too......I started taking martial arts so hehe that's kinda cool...I can do cool body locks and I know a lot of good pressure points to use against someone....also learning how to throw someone over my shoulder at the moment so don't mess with me!

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

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Thank you so much! Words can't express how grateful I am to write for you. You gave me so much to work with, hehe.

Anyway, here we go.

== The Lord of the Rings ==>

I match you up with:

Legolas Greenleaf

The first thing that catches his eye: your perception. You’ve got a good sense of when something is off or just plain wrong, which he greatly admires. It’s hard to keep up with an elf’s senses, but you handle it like no problem.

He adores your wit and sarcasm. Though he’s no stranger to it, your remarks make him laugh like nothing else. 

Though he admires your toughness and frank personality, he also wants to be the kind of person you can depend on. You’ve helped him through tough times, and he wants to return the favor. 

If you show a more sensitive side around him, he will melt. He’s so used to you refusing his help and support, that when you finally do, he can’t help but cover you in kisses and love. 

He loves your freckles. He likens them to the starts in the night sky, and adds that the freckles are the stars because you are his universe. 

You two bond over accents. Given he grew up in Mirkwood, his elvish is just like your english. He’ll eventually grow to mimic your pronunciation of words, sometimes sounding so out of place you can’t help but laugh. 

Don’t like spiders? Neither does he. Of course he despises the big ones around his home, but those he can deal with. Seeing a small one that suddenly vanishes, though? No way. The two of you have to decide whose turn it is to kill the spider. Either way, you end up laughing in each other’s embrace at the end of the day. 

Overall, Legolas loves how you compliment him. You’re the fire to his ice, the ying to his yang, and the love of his life. 

== Marvel ==>

I match you up with:

Bucky Barnes

Bucky isn’t easy to please, which is great, because you wouldn’t try to please him in the first place. That’s what catches his attention: your bluntness. You say what he hesitates to. (The partner that goes “excuse me, he asked for no pickles.”)

You two are a POWER COUPLE. Nobody messes with either of you, just because of the fear of retribution from their lover. 

He loves your music taste. He missed out on a lot of good songs, and you are always ready and willing to recommend a song, or make a whole damn playlist. 

Because of how adept you are at reading others, you get a sense for his music taste pretty quickly. Soon, all your music becomes his. 

Domestic days usually involve some rock music playing while you two make something delicious in the kitchen and sing along together(Though you mostly tell him to stay out of your way - he burns water).

You two also share a fear of opening up. Initially, your relationship seems to be going nowhere, since neither of you are too keen on opening up. But one thing led to another, and soon you become each other's oasis. He knows your fears and worries, and will placate them to the best of his abilities. In turn, you never hesitate to comfort him when he needs it. 

And boy does he need it. 

Whenever you get a bit clumsy, he laughs all while offering you a hand. You’re an asshole, he’s an asshole - it’s a match made in heaven. 

Swimming? He’s down to race you, even though you manage to kick his ass every time. He just enjoys watching you do something you love, and the way your smile lights up your face brings a warmth to his heart that he had long been missing. 

== Resident Evil: Village ==>

I match you up with:

Donna Beneviento

How did you get into a relationship with the dollmaker? Easy. At a meeting you sassed Heisenberg, and that was that. You spoke up against his snark when she couldn’t, and she knew that she had to have you. 

Donna is a bit of a recluse, but opposites attract, and you make sure to bring her out, or bring others to her, as best you can. You know when she’s feeling overwhelmed, though, and always protect her from her deep-rooted anxieties. 

She admires your extroversion greatly. For her, everyone seems so hard to talk to. But the instant you chat with her, and treat her like a human being, she’s done for. 

Later on, she comes to openly talk to you herself, instead of through Angie. And when she shows your her face, you know that she trusts and loves you like no other. 

On that note, she finds you absolutely stunning. She makes mini dolls of you and gives them little kisses, and makes them beautiful dresses. 

One day you find one in a wedding gown, which she quickly hides. 

She’s your opposite, which helps you stay down to earth sometimes. When you get angry, she lays a gentle hand on your shoulder. When she gets sad, you’re there to reassure her, and pepper her face and hands with kisses. 

NOTE: if you're uncomfortable with being paired with a woman, I can change this one! Please let me know!

Thanks so much again! I can't wait to see what you write!

[greenorangevioletgrass]

i’m not sure if the fine line weekend is still going but.. will and yn reading thirst tweets in an interview😭😂

she laughs as she receives the Thirst Bucket from the video producer, watching will's face. "are you scared?"

"i am, actually," he grimaces, taking another bucket for himself. "ladies first?"

"well, alright. it's your funeral." she reaches for a piece of paper and grins as she reads it. "'i want to climb will poulter like a tree and kiss him on his beautiful brows.'"

"aww? that's kinda sweet. cheers for that!" he lights up, pleasantly surprised at how it turned out.

"here he is, ladies and gentlemen. plenty to climb, all 6'3" of him..." she motions at the tall man next to her.

"why are you showing me off like a car salesman?"

"this one right here," she slaps him in the back, "has got built-in eyebrows."

he laughs, wheezes, feeling less nervous than he was went he first walked into the studio. "okay, my turn. uh..." he makes a face. "'i would lie face down on a pile of legos so y/n could walk on my bare back with her stilettos on, thank you very much.'"

will turns to her in shock, only to find her completely unfazed, nodding coolly at the camera. "thank you. i'll keep that in mind."

"mate, who ARE you?!" he marvels, earning a laugh from the crew.

"you don't wanna know. moving on. let's see..." she takes another paper. "'will poulter exudes big dick energy, i just know he's big I KNOW IT!' wow. very bold claims. any comment on that?"

he presses his lips in a thin line and decides, "absolutely no comment. nope. not gonna fall for that."

"coward."

he takes another tweet from the bucket. "'i don't know how to explain it, but y/n is daddy af.' whoa."

"i'm very flattered, guys. thank you." she presses her hand to her chest in appreciation, and wipes away a fake tear.

"your fans are wild." he looks at her all wide-eyed.

"i know, they're the best." she beamed proudly. "oh, this one is good."

"hit me."

"'will and y/n could tag team me and ruin me til i can't walk and i would say, does tomorrow work for you too?'" she laughs her ass off while will sits there completely mortified.

"these people have parents, oh my god..." will puts his palm over his face, laughing wryly at this whole shenanigan.