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[phocidine]

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i was reminded of a fic from a poll i scrapped months ago, so here you go! 😁

'Secret Service'

Pairing: Sindel/SunDo!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, f!reader, service top!reader, use of strap on, breath play if you squint; incorrect use of sindel's hair, doggy to missionary, power play i think? her status is mentioned like the whole time, not proofread

dt: @abl3th3himb0 (thank them y'all)

this was originally supposed to be gn!reader but i could not figure out to how to write ambiguous genitalia in this context for the life of me SO i hope that's ok! it could technically still work cause the only indicator is reader wearing a strap so ￣﹏￣

Word count: 1.2k

You saved her life, but that was a given. The Sun Do are not to be trifled with, nor underestimated. Li Mei couldn't reach the Empress in time but you were right there, lucky enough to only be grazed by the arrow aiming for her. Post-reset Sindel was always so kind and appreciative--when she wanted to be--how ever could she repay the Sun Do's second in command?

Or, in other words, how could you help her help you understand the gratitude she felt? These intense feelings of adrenaline and perhaps something more that prompted her to summon you later that evening.

She has had a long past few weeks, and quite frankly would prefer for you to do something about that.

"Slower." your queen drawled out in command. The chain around your neck that just so happened to be white with a black steak down the middle. Her hair had you bound with nowhere to go, as if you were trying to escape in the first place. Her hair held you close as you loosened your grip on her hips.

"Just...like...that." she inhaled sharply at the oh so perfect pace and angle you were at. Dragging against her walls meticulously, she oughta promote you after tonight.

This was not your first time...assisting the Empress with her requests. It started with shoulder massages, then back massages, then she just up and decided to pull you in for a heated kiss after hours. This was no start to a relationship. In fact, she made sure you were aware. Whispers against your lips reciting the rule book she took major part in creating.

Her moans were as beautiful as her banshee screams. Each command like a new cog added to your brain to keep you in place. To keep you grounded in the reality that you were inside of the Empress. In the royal palace. In her gigantic bedroom. On her bedsheets. Right now in this moment. With little to no control of your own body. Only with the intent to serve your queen.

"Faster." she gritted out between her teeth. Her hips daring to wake you from your trance. "I said 'faster.'" she turned back and leaned up against your chest, clad in the undergarment of your Sun Do uniform. She always preferred to be the only one bare between you two. She secretly liked the concept of you immediately going back to position when she finished with you.

Sindel's arm looping around the front of your neck replaced her hair, giving the same familiar bounded feeling. Her breath hot against your neck sent your nerves into overdrive. "Are you listening?"

Suddenly you felt her pulling you down onto her bed with her, stopping yourself before you lost balance. You hovered over her with wide eyes in surprise, which she took amusement in.

Her hair crept its way around your neck again to force you to look straight into her eyes. Those pretty brown eyes were beautiful; tantalizing. Beguiling, even.

She never broke her eyes away even while grabbing the hand-selected strap around your waist and rubbing it against herself. From her clit all the way down in slower motions to prep herself again. Her hair slightly tightened around your neck to more aroused she became.

Sindel used her legs that were looped around your back and pulled you closer to fill her up all the way. Her back slightly arched as she softly exhaled and hummed. You could swear you were seeing stars from the--welcomed--lack of airflow.

"Grab my hips." she demanded, her voice pulling you from the blissful fog back into reality. You followed her order swiftly. No time to waste.

The moment you pulled back and thrusted back into her, she let out such a guttural moan, you'd think you were twice as big. She shakily sighed and took both of her hands to your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You figured it was free game from here. Mostly.

The pace of your hips meeting her body gradually picked up as your tongues were tangled together. Her breaths and groans coated with phantom screeches of pleasure.

You pulled away slightly and watched the short spit string break. Her eyes were dazed as ever yet...still so hungry.

Interactions like this only begged you to wonder what was so special about you. It's naturally your duty to put your life on the line for the royal family. Sindel couldn't put her finger on it herself. She was intrigued. The way you talked, walked, fought, carried yourself, she didn't come across many like you specifically.

She took amusement in how clearly lightheaded you were becoming. Not only from her grip on your neck but just how beautifully overwhelmed you were. Not that you ever would, but not a single soul would believe you if you ever told this story. How you went from an officer just doing their duties to being balls deep inside of the Empress of Outworld.

"Don't stop." she whispered and nipped at your ear. As her hair loosened she watched the wave of relief wash over you, still holding your face in place. Her thumb caressed your cheekbone as you made sure you showed no intention of halting your movements. Your only objective this evening is to please your queen.

"Don't stop." she repeated, this time, to your surprise, in a whimper. She captured your lips again and desperately. "Faster." she said in between. "Yes ma'am." you said, a smirk so clear it could cause a universal eye roll. Nobody has done it like this since Jerrod. Nobody has been able to give her such pleasures; fulfill her desires and needs.

Picking up the pace, making sure your fingers never slipped off her hips, and essentially a make out session? The elder gods were surely watching over you both today.

"Come on," you murmured, gently catching her bottom lip between your teeth before letting go. Every pump getting sloppier by the second. The sound of skin meeting skin getting louder by the second. Sindel couldn't utter a word back as that feeling in the pit of her stomach was unraveling with every brush against her walls.

"For me, my queen." you mumbled close to her ear while peppering kisses on her cheek. Her nails urgently dragged against your clothed back as it finally hit her, causing you to grunt and feel goosebumps litter your skin. Her orgasm came crashing down on her as she clung to you, convulsing and gasping. She cried out praises and used her legs to slow your eager hips. Her nails were this close to ripping through your undershirt and scratching you.

You both huffed out as she started to calm down. Using the strength you had left to not collapse on top of her, you slowly pulled out of her with another kiss on her cheek.

Sindel looked beautiful in such a fucked out state; tired bare body glistening in her own cum and sweat and all. She quietly thanked you with a lazy smile across her face. You smiled back at her as you redressed into your uniform with a nod.

"Just doing my duty."

[askinkiskarma]

Illicit Affairs | Chapter X: Invisible String

Pairing: Neteyam x Human/Avatar!Reader

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX

Synopsis: Back from the dead, you have to heal in order to be able to move on and be forever part of the people. You and Neteyam finally find each other, giving in to desires you've both had for years.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors DNI!!!), some angst, fluff, all the feels, so many feels, the end

Word Count: 14,7k words (i need to be stopped)

A/N: The last chapter of Ilicit Affairs is finally here!! It took me a lot longer than I thought to finish this, but that's because this chapter is longer than my first like 5 chapters combined. I don't know what happened hahahah. I'm so excited to share this with you, the conclusion and culmination of this whole story. I hope you find it a satisfying pay-off, and I'd love to hear allll of your thoughts. Honestly, replies and asks make my life and I cry a little bit every time someone interacts with my content. I hope you have enjoyed this journey, and make sure you read til the end for a (hopefully pleasant) surprise ;)

As always, thank you to everyone who asked to be tagged, I love you all sm!! Ok enjoy byeee x

“Isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? A string that pulled me out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you”

Neteyam stood in the room that he knew so well now, he had memorised its cracks in the white walls, and he was holding your hand, slowly tracing the now-fading yellow bruises along your arm. He looked at the tube that was going into the nook of your elbow and followed his eyes along it, until it reached a little clear pouch with a liquid that was dripping slowly all the way into your body. You were talking animatedly with Kiri, Norm and Max, looking over a bunch of plants displayed on a table in front you. It was incredible to see you, you looked like a completely different person than you were a few days ago. As soon as you woke up, you asked for the treatment you worked on and got working, and your symptoms improved massively. You were still sick, and the virus was still there, not to mention the damage it had already done couldn’t be reversed, it had to be treated on day at a time. Norm said your lungs were getting better and your heart was too, but your kidneys, he thought they were called, still not cleared your blood properly, so you were still stuck in bed with a big tube coming out of your neck where it removed your blood and another tube where it returned it back to your body. Neteyam did not understand how any of this worked, but whatever science it took, he was grateful for. He did not leave your sight in this time, refusing to be parted with you for even more than a few minutes at a time. Jake helped Max and Norm bring in an extra large bed, like the ones made for Avatars and add it to the room next to your own bed, and he slept there, reaching over to hold you hand at all times. 

There was so much between you that was still unsolved, still eating at his insides, but he did not want to overwhelm you or pain you in any way while in this state, so he was satisfied to just be near you and listen to your heavy breathing while you slept, and be comforted by the sound of the ECG machine letting him know you were still there, that your heart was still beating and it wasn’t stopping anytime soon. 

“Ok, I think we need to start with how will we extract the proteins from these plants. I’ve not done protein extraction on plants, but I assume we can do some sort of chloroform or methanol precipitation? You and Grace used to work with plants a lot more than Max or I, so I think you would be the best at figuring it this out, no?” Neteyam looked at you with wide eyes, so perpetually impressed with your intelligence and drive, with how good you seemed to be at tackling any challenge. You were barely breathing properly, but here you were, trying to find a cure for this illness that almost took your life. The first full sentence you said after coming back to life was to Kiri, and he was a little jealous, but overall incredibly proud of you and your strength that felt like it could move mountains if you put all your might into it. Knowing you, he was sure this virus will be dead meat soon.

“Right, I can take care of the protein extraction, you can then run mass spectrometry on it and see what we’re working with. It’s going to be a lot of work, are you sure you don’t want us to take care of it? Until we figure out exactly which active ingredient in which one of these plants gets results, it’s nonstop. I don’t think you’re ready to be back to work yet.” 

“I can’t sit back and do nothing. We’ll see how I feel, worst case scenario I do all the analysis from the comfort of this bed, deal?” 

Norm was happy to hear that you weren’t being stubborn for once. Whatever happened to you when you died, you definitely seemed changed. As if death brought forth epiphanies that made you want to live, to heal. Neteyam was definitely not complaining. 

After a while, everyone cleared, and you and Neteyam were left by yourselves. You turned around to watch him, giving him a little grin. 

“You know you don’t have to stay here every minute of the day, right?”

“I disagree.” 

You laughed heartily, your breath getting caught in your throat when the action made your lungs hurt, and the laughter turned to wincing, much to Neteyam’s dismay. Eventually, the wincing turned to sighing, and you didn’t look at him as you spoke again.

“Shouldn’t you be with your mate?”

It was his turn to wince, and he realised you probably couldn’t avoid talking about your issues forever. 

“Do you really want to talk about this right now?”

“Neteyam… I won’t be the other woman. And I’m also not going to be the woman who steals a man from another, or who endorses whatever the hell this is. I need to make sure you are serious about this, about us. I might still not make the consciousness transfer. I need you to think about this, and if you do and you decide that it is me after all, then you need to talk to her. She deserves that, she deserves better than what she’s been getting. And I don’t want to be part of this until I know she is not being deceived or led on.”

“You are right. I will talk to her today, alright? But I’m not leaving you right now.” 

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

You could feel yourself getting stronger by the day. It was a struggle still, your lungs feeling like they were going to explode any time you took a deep breath in and your heart oscillating between going a million miles a minute to barely functioning in the span of a day, but you were getting there. The combination treatment was definitely doing its job, and your body was no longer on the brink of collapse. Some colour returned to your cheeks in time, and since you have been eating about 15 meals a day because of how worried everyone was, you were gaining weight back, which was further increasing your day-to-day quality of life. You got a lot of sleep in the last few days, probably more combined than in the past few months, and you felt rested, for the first time in a really long time. 

The first two days were the hardest, your body reeling from withdrawal on top of everything else you were experiencing. But you were feeling good today, and were trying to remain optimistic so as to not fall into old patterns. Having Neteyam next to you helped, your light in all the darkness, he refused to leave your sight, even in the face of more pressing matters.

The humans were closing in, you were told. The ships will be landing any day now, which only contributed to your slow recovery, as the anxiety was manifesting itself physically and hurting your progress. You felt stressed at the situation and more so at the thought that Neteyam wasn’t there, in the meetings and in practice, missing it all so he could stay with you. You hated it, worrying constantly and he wouldn’t hear it. 

“It’s only a couple of days, Atan. Stop worrying.” 

Today was the day they were going to remove the dialysis machine, which you were extremely excited about. You felt the need to walk, to stretch out your legs, to be back in the lab. You had a lot to do, a lot you had riding on this. You were trying not to think too hard on how you were doing everything in your power to further procrastinate healing, knowing that at some point you were going to have to deal with the trauma head on and open that damned drawer, that held all of your darkest memories, all of the things you spent your whole life pushing away. If you were going to be ready to heal, ready to move on, you had to do so with a clear conscience and a clean slate. You were adamant that you were going to find the cure for the virus and use it on yourself before you made a decision about the consciousness transfer. You had to be 100% sure of your choice, of your decision to leave this life behind forever, and you couldn’t do that if you viewed it as an escape from your current weak and disease-ridden body.

It took a while to be disconnected to the machine and get the tube out of your neck. From now on til you decide whether to go through with the transfer, you will have to do this for a few hours a day, which was a pain, but better than being bed ridden all day. 

You put your feet on the ground for the first time in days, and you forced yourself to stand slowly, and quickly realised it was a bad idea, and your knees immediately buckled under you. Neteyam caught you with both his hands under your arms, and effortlessly raised you until your feet were a few inches above ground. 

“Put me down! This is so embarrassing.” You groaned at your own impairment, and refused to give up, slowly starting to walk with shaky feeble steps. You felt both Norm and Neteyam hover over you, and although you were grateful for them, you wanted to scream at how upsetting it was making you having to be looked after like you were a baby taking her first steps. You guess, in some ways, you were. 

You eventually got to your room, which looked untouched, if a little dusty. You were happy to see it again, happy to take it all in. It was a bit surreal, the whole experience. You didn’t realise how much it was all going to matter, all the little things, until you were dead on a hospital bed, begging Eywa for another chance. Every wall, every creak on the floor, every book, it all hit you suddenly, and you had to sit down on the ground, your back against the bed frame, so as to not collapse under the weight of this whole endeavour. 

“Atan, are you alright?” Neteyam’s voice was laced with concern, and you tried to stop panting long enough to answer him.

“I’m fine, it’s just a lot.” 

He slowly sat down next to you, struggling to squeeze in the tight space between the bed and the desk. His knee was brushing up against the side of the thigh, and you felt heat spread from the touch through your entire body. He gently raised one hand to the side of your face, removing strands of hair that were falling on it and tucking them behind your ear. 

“Talk to me, Atan. I want to know, I want to help.”

You felt tears pool in your eyes, and you couldn’t look at him, couldn’t look anywhere but the ground as the words got lodged in your throat. This was going to be much harder than you thought. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Neteyam. I’m sorry that I almost died, that I did die, and that you had to witness it. I’m sorry for not telling you, I am sorry for not fighting harder, I am sorry for so many things.” Hot tears were falling on your arm laying in your lap and you struggled to find the words to speak. “I am still so mad at you, so mad that you left, so mad that you lied, so mad that you never told me how you felt about me, so mad about so many things,  but I shouldn’t have kept this from you. We’ve been inseparable since birth, and no matter what happened, you deserved to know, you all deserved to know. You deserved to say goodbye. I am sorry I took that from you.” 

You were both crying now, and he picked you up and placed in his lap with little visible effort, it was probably easier for him than carrying Tuk. You wrapped your arms around his neck and slid your legs around him to wrap around his back and you stood there, crying in the crook of his neck while he held you tightly, trying not to hurt you.

“I am sorry for leaving. Sorry for not talking to you about how I felt, sorry about giving up on you. I should have stayed and helped you heal, I should have been there for you to rely on instead of being yet another thing you had to deal with in this life. I am sorry about lying about Tiongli, I am sorry for not telling them all no from the beginning. Even without the Avatar, there was only one woman in this whole world I would ever belong to, and I would have been happy spending my whole life in this lab, if it meant doing it with you. I was scared, and I am sorry.” 

He removed your head slowly from the crook of his neck, and grasped the side of you face with one of his hands, thumb trailing over your lips, tracing them from your cupid’s bow to your lower lips, and you shuddered at the touch, deep desire pooling within you. 

“I love you so much. I have loved you my whole life, from the moment I was born, and I will love you until the moment I die. I am so sorry it took me so long to grow, but I am ready now. Whatever it is, I will brave it with you, and for you. You will never have to do this alone again.” 

You were sobbing now, unmoored at his confession that you have waited for your entire life. You were so overwhelmed by the love and affection you felt for this man, for the appreciation of knowing he was willing to hear the deepest, darkest parts of your soul and share in that pain willingly.

“I love you too. I missed you so much.”  

After crying it out on the crook of his neck, letting your human hands caress the soft blue skin of his back and chest while he held you, fingers running up and down your spine in a comforting motion, you eventually got up from his lap slowly, and crawled on all your fours to your messy old desk. You took a key that was taped to the underside of your chair, and, with a deep sigh and tired eyes, unlocked the bottom drawer of the desk. You took out just one thing. A bracelet. You smiled at the sight, and tightened it around your arm multiple times so it fit on your human form. You looked at Neteyam coyly, giving him a soft smile, and you saw his hand reaching for his own bracelet, with a gummy smile and tears in his eyes. 

Maybe you could do this after all. 

You eventually started working in the lab again, being a lot more careful about striking a balance between work and everything else in your life. You were still struggling to sleep, especially now that Norm and Max flushed every pill you had down the toilet, but you were trying your best. The best was when Neteyam slept over, and you just fell asleep flush against his bare body, whose warmth melted away all your nightmares and replaced them with much better, much lewder ones. You weren’t getting anywhere with your research, as Kiri found a lot of plants in the forest, and to do mass spectrometry and proteomics on so many proteins, and analysing them all was an impossible task in the time you had left. So in an afternoon, as you were hanging out with her, Lo’ak, Spider and Neteyam in the hub, guitar strumming in your hands, you had a lightbulb moment.

“Kiri, if you had to save one plant, just one on this whole planet, which one would it be?” Kiri was special. Whenever the rest of the kids argued over her heritage, making crude jokes about Grace and Norm, trying to figure out who her dad is, you always had a different hypothesis, that you never said out loud. Kiri was Eywa’s child, as much as Grace’s. She was the key to everything. Eywa was flowing through her, guiding her, and you believed she had a lot more up her sleeve than any of you knew, than even she knew. 

“Hmmm, that is a hard question.” She looked deep in thought for a long time, and eventually it’s like a huge epiphany was released from her mind. “Pamtseowll!!”

“The Cat Ear plant? Are you sure?” 

“I think so! I don’t know why that one, but that’s the only thing that came to mind, and when I thought about it, I just knew it was the right one! Why do you ask?”

You raised from the ground, placed the guitar on a bench next to you, and ran (more like walked at slightly increased velocity than normal) to her, kissing her forehead in a loud smooch. 

“I’ll let you know!! Wait here!!” 

You talked to Norm, telling him your hunch and asking him to treat a vial of the infected blood with the liquid extracted from the plant in question, that you already had in stock thanks to Kiri. It would take a while, but you were buzzing in excitement, feeling extremely positively about your idea and your new odds. You made it back to the hub where they were all waiting for you, and sat back on the ground, mischievously ignoring their curious glares. 

“Are you going to tell us what this was all about?” Spider said, rolling your eyes at your antics. 

“Nope.” 

They eventually dropped it, and you sat together, talking about everything and nothing, trying to ignore the looming doom of the ships slowly making their way to Pandora’s atmosphere, and the deadly consequences that would follow them.

You picked up the guitar again, deep in thought. Before you could help yourself, you found yourself speaking.

“I saw my mum.”

Everybody stopped and stared at you in shock. None of them said anything, and you swore you could hear a hairpin drop for sure in this big hall, or your heart pounding in your ears. 

“When I died…” you started cautiously, not even knowing why you started talking in the first place, but knowing it was too late to back off now. “…I woke up in this new place I have never seen before. Eventually, I realised I was on Earth, in my mum’s childhood home. There were pictures of her on the wall, with her parents, she looked young, and happy… and alive.” 

“Her house overlooked the ocean, and I went and sat on the beach and she came. Like it was nothing, she just came to me, and sat me down, and watched me cry on her shoulder until I thought I was running out of tears.”

This bit was easy enough to speak about, now came the real problem. You swallowed the big lump in your throat and continued. “She told me she did the same things I did. That she had been sad, so very sad, ever since my father died, the kind of sad that never goes away, the kind of sad I am.” You couldn’t look at them, preferring the look of your guitar that you were holding on to dear life as you spoke, and saw small tears crashing into the strings, splattering everywhere. “She said she didn’t try… to stay alive, to heal. Just like I didn’t. She said she had a choice, and she chose to die, because the hurt was too much for her to bear. She left me, orphaned me, put me through so much pain I’m still dealing with a decade later.”

You heard small gasps and sharp breath intakes and the new information, but couldn’t stop to acknowledge it, needing it out of your soul as soon as possible. “I was so hurt, so mad at her. That she left, that she didn’t fight harder to be in my life, that she left me with so many scars because of her selfishness. And then it dawned on me… that was me. I did that to you. To all of you. And I am sorry. I am so sorry.” 

They all slowly sat up from where they sat and gathered around you in a circle, and hugged you. 

“We forgive you. We’re just happy you’re still here. We love you, we want you to know that you’ll always be able to talk to us. You’ll always have us. We’re a family. Sullys stick together.” 

You felt each of these words deep within you, the forgiveness something you craved like air, and you realised how much it must have meant to your mum. You were happy you could do that for her. You were happy something good came out of all the misery. 

Later that day, all the Sully kids left, and you went to your room, carrying your guitar in your hands, and found yourself again, sitting on the ground, reaching for the bottom drawer key and unlocking it with shaky hands and muffled cries. It was time. You reached inside it for a photo album, with old school printed photos on it, and opened it. Your heart was hurting so badly you needed to place your hand on your hand to try to settle it, settle the pain and agony you felt. The first photo was a photo of you and your mum in the medical ward, holding you tightly against her chest, looking really tired with the caption “you had just been born a couple hours ago, how crazy is that?”. The second one -  a photo of you, as a tiny baby, only a few days old by the scribbling on it. Countless photos of you, in various stages of growth, in various positions, all captioned by your mother, who loved you more than anything else in this world and whose love was loud and clear in every one of these images. The tears kept falling off the laminated pages and onto your legs, and your anguished cries took over the music playing in the background. An image of you and Neteyam, in a crib, his body much larger than yours even as tiny infants, but you were holding hands, sleeping peacefully next to each other. An image of your mum with Neytiri and Jake, smiling widely for the camera. A photo of your mum in her Avatar body with all the Sully kids, her holding Tuk in her arms when she was just born. An image of her in the lab, mid laugh with a pipette gun in her hand - no one would ever have been able to tell how much hurt she was hiding underneath, how close she was to death. Finally, an image of her and your dad, taken by your dad, of them looking into each other’s eyes lovingly. The caption, blurred and blotched from dried tear stains, read “the love of my life, the light in all the darkness”. You closed the album panting, and brought it close to your heart, just holding on to it while you cried. 

You were spent by the end, but wanted to push through, needing to get this done all in one go. You removed another thing from the drawer, a camera, the gift Jake have you for your birthday. You eventually sat on your desk chair, and plugged it into your laptop. You clicked on the only file on it, and gasped at your mum’s face appearing on the screen, smiling while adjusting the camera to centre her face. She started speaking, and you clung to every word, making sure her voice and words will forever be imprinted on your mind.

“My child,

I know it’s been a while since you have since my face.” she says with a small laugh. 

“I’m making this tape for your 18th birthday, as this should be around the time when your Avatar is ready for you to use. I gave Norm and the rest of them notes and doodles and research and I think they can do it, my love. I think they can build you the ramps new life, one amongst the Na’vi. I am so excited for you, you have no idea. 

Happy birthday, bunny. You will forever be the best and brightest thing I will have ever achieved. I am more sorry than you will ever know that I don’t get to see you grow up, see the beautiful, intelligent, caring and loving person you already are blossom into so much more, but I want you to know, more than anything, that I have no regrets. 

I have lived my life exactly the way I wanted to. I have explored new worlds, I have contributed something good to the world, I have lived and I have loved deeply and unconditionally. I just hope you do, too. I hope this world doesn’t break you, my love. I hope it doesn’t snuff out your light, because in that case, I will have failed you, and I am so sorry. 

I know you are sad, and I know you have probably been sad for a while, and I know this life is emotionally abusive, and it takes and takes and takes until there’s nothing left. But it’s also worth living. Because you can learn to take from it, too. You can learn to heal, and love and live, and replace whatever it took in time with even better fitted pieces. But in order to do that, you have to live, my love. 

Even at 10, you have a tendency to keep sadness in, and don’t let it out. That’s something you got from me, and I’m sorry for that. I love that you got my eyes, and my addiction to music and my love for science and literature, but baby, I don’t want you to be like me in every way. You also have a tendency to isolate, and that, you also got from me. I’m hoping that will change in time, I’m hoping Neteyam, and Spider, and Lo’ak and Kiri, and eventually Tuk will be able to break through and allow their light to shine on the dark walls of this lab. But if not, I’m hoping this Avatar will. 

I want you to know that it’s alright to hurt, and it’s alright to be scared and wonder if the path you’ve taken is the correct one. We all wonder through this life scared and confused and a little alone. But it’s up to us to want to make a change and it’s worth it, baby. I know opening yourself up to hurt is scary and hard, but it will also allow to love, to love fully and deeply, to give yourself to others and have them give themselves to you. There’s beauty in this world and this life, but you need to be brave to experience it. 

Your dad and I love you very much. Enjoy this Avatar, and enjoy all that it can bring to your life. You are the brightest light of my life, and now it’s time for you to become another’s.”

You replayed the video until you were so spent, your eyes were closing painfully from the tiredness and hurt and tears. After that, you went to your bed, still clinging to the photo album, and fell asleep, to a song you hoped one day you’ll be strong enough to play yourself, but for now had to settle for the original. 

I should've asked you questions, I should've asked you how to be Asked you to write it down for me, should've kept every grocery store receipt Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me Watched as you signed your name Marjorie All your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me...

Norm came bursting through the door of your bedroom, waking you up in a panic. “What the fuck, Norm??”

“We did it.” He came to your bedroom and took you by the shoulders, shaking you. He screamed and jumped in the air.

“WE FUCKING DID IT, ACE!” 

You jumped from the bed onto your knees, so you were almost face to face.

“WHAT? ARE YOU FOR REAL?” 

“YES, OH MY GOD, YES!” 

You jumped on him and he caught you, and you just spun around in your tiny room, laughing and screaming at the beginning of your new life. 

Thank you, mum. For looking after me even after you’ve gone. Thank you.

You had to toil a bit with details, but by midday, you were ready to get the substance, now purified and diluted in appropriate medium for being inserted in a human body. You watched as Norm prepared, and held your breath as he injected it into your now healed veins. You didn’t know whether it would work, or how many doses you would need, this was all so new, it was kind of crazy you were willing to inject it in your body with so little information, but you trusted your mum, and you trusted Kiri, and you trusted Eywa. 

You felt good. So good, in fact, you knew exactly what you wanted to do. 

Neteyam was in the village, in a deep strategy meeting about how they were going to approach the upcoming threat looming over everybody. His mind was only half listening, the other half too busy with musings of you. What were you doing? Have you eaten? Did you take your treatment? He was worried about you after yesterday, and felt guilty he didn’t stick around for the night in case you needed him. He is pulled out of his train of thought when he hears a loud banshee scream, and everyone’s attention turns to the entrance of the tent, to which everyone rushes. When Neteyam makes his way outside, his mouth drops at the sight of you, beautiful and wild, free on top of your golden white ikran.

You were radiant, smiling widely at him while you removed your queue and your visors and brought your hand to your forehead and greeted everyone at the meeting. 

“Hey, kid.” The Sully patriarch came over and gave you a big hug, a conflicted look on his face. “Are you sure it’s ok for you to use your Avatar?” 

“We did it, Jake. We found the cure.”

His mother and father both gasped loudly at the news and hugged you tightly, and you held on to them with all your might, pouring all of your love and apologies into it. Neteyam was too stunned to say anything, pure bliss escaping his body in the form of silent tears, that he wiped immediately from his face - he was in a meeting with all the warriors, there couldn’t be tears. 

“I’m actually here to steal the future Olo’eyktan, if that’s ok with everyone. I will bring him back in one piece, I promise.”

“Fine, but don’t be too late. I don’t want to have to use the radio, am I making myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” 

Neteyam saw you click your tongue towards where you were standing, and felt a ping of arousal at your sight, at your confident demeanour. You used to be such a wild girl before life got too much for you to bear. He hoped he’d get to see that in you again, just like he was now. His hands made their way to his mouth and formed a circle around it, and he screamed loudly for his ikran, which appeared quickly and landed next to yours. He connected the queue and both of you took flight at the same time. 

You flew like that for a while, and he was mystified at the experience. He has spent so much of his time riding with other people, flying as much a chore as a delight, but nothing that will ever be able to top this. You were screaming, fiercely and ferociously, doing barrel rolls in midair on your beautiful banshee, laughing loudly and urging her to almost bump into him, to which he gasped in mock annoyance and returned the favour. He followed you to the Hallelujah mountains, all the way to a cave on one of the floating rocks. It was beautiful, and he thought it would probably be breathtaking at night. You both landed, panting from the adventure, and made your ways to each other after petting your ikrans affectionately. 

His hands immediately found your face, holding you tightly to look deep into your eyes. Your eyes softened looking at him, and he could see himself in them, looking intense and troubled. 

“Did you really do it?” 

You raised you own hand and brushed an unwieldy braid from his face, gently tugging it behind his ear. He saw your tail swish enthusiastically. 

“We really did it.” 

Neteyam’s mouth immediately found yours, desperate for your touch, the feeling of relief washing over him and it was so intense this is the only way it could be manifested. He needed you, craved your touch, craved the closeness, craved to make up for all the time you two lost. You moaned into the kiss and deepened it, opening your mouth, inviting his tongue to meet yours and dance in the way that made you both weak in the knees. You put your hand on his chest and pushed him and it caught him off guard, because he tipped backwards and hit the ground with a painful thud. You smirked and raised an eyebrow, and he moaned at the sight. You immediately got on top of him, straddling his lap and pulling him by his chest piece until your lips met his again. Your hands went into his hair and his did the same, and you let out a wail when he pulled on it, making your head tilt backwards, giving him access to your neck that he attacked mercilessly, leaving trails of his presence all over you. You felt him, hard against your core that was dripping in arousal, and you thoughtlessly starting grinding against him, feeling your mind flooded with sensations you never wanted to let go of. 

“Neteyam, we can’t.” It hurt you saying these words, it was taking every ounce of self discipline you had, which at the moment was almost none. 

“Yes, we can. In fact, I think it would be irresponsible of us not to.” 

You laughed, smacking his chest playfully at his words. You brought your hand to his face and caressed it softly, and he closed his eyes in bliss. 

“I want to do this properly. I will be one of you soon, for the rest of my life. I want to do this your way. I want to be mated to you the Na’vi way. Then we can do whatever you want, however you want. Deal?” You raised an eyebrow at him, smiling mischievously.

“Only if you stop raising your eyebrow at me, otherwise I make no promises.” 

You laughed again, and laid next to him with your head on his chest, hoping this moment could last forever. 

“Hey, I have to do something, and it won’t be pleasant. I was going to go alone, but I’ve made a promise to not go about everything alone. So if your offer still stands, would you like to come with me?” 

You felt Neteyam’s hand stop caressing your hair like it had been for a while. He starts getting up, pushing your head off his chest slowly in the process. He looked serious, concerned, but he had a calming smile on, and when he took your hands in his and held them tightly, you knew you were gonna be ok. 

“Let’s go.” 

You got on your ikrans and flew back to the forest, feeling comforted by the knowledge he was there, next to you. You didn’t have to do this alone. You landed in the clearing next to the exo suit that belonged to you dad. Your heart was picking up pace from the sight, but it was time. It was time to work through it. 

You slid off Neyn’s back and made your way to the suit, running your hands over it to remove some of the vines and eventually reaching for the dash cam. It was probably long dead, but you had to try, especially after what your mum said. You fiddled with the screen for a while, and eventually, it turned on, making you jump out of your skin. 

In the view of the camera stood a man, tall and bald, wearing military clothing and reloading the guns that came with the suit. You’ve seen him before, in a photo in one of the jackets you found rummaging for clothes to wear. His name was Lyle Weinfleet. 

“Captain, I think if we go through this clearing, we should be closing in on the tree of souls in about 3 clicks.” 

“You’re right. But I don’t think we should do it.”

Lyle looked stunned, and he stopped whatever he was doing to turn around and look and your dad. “Barlowe, what are you talking about?” 

“This is wrong, Lyle. You know it, I know it, everyone here fucking knows it. And if you don’t, you’re even a bigger psychopath than I thought you were. We have to go back.”

“I’m not fucking going anywhere, Captain. These freaks are going to kill all of us if they get their way. Someone has to stop them.”

Your dad picked up his gun and pointed it at him. “Are you disobeying direct orders, lieutenant?” 

“You’re not my squad leader, Captain. And I have orders from above.” 

A fight ensued which eventually resulted in the destruction of both the exo suits. Your dad got out of the suit, and the last time the camera picked up was Weinfleet running at him with a knife. 

You lowered the screen and sat in silence for a long time. Neteyam’s hands were rubbing up and down your arms, and you felt his chest radiating heat on your back. You were happy to have him here, as the new influx of information was overwhelming enough to make you dizzy. Your dad didn’t attack on that fateful night 19 years ago. Everything you believed your entire life was false. 

“My dad was not a horrible person.” Neteyam said nothing and just stood by your side, allowing you to process everything at your own pace. 

“I hated him my whole life. I felt so much guilt at his actions, the murders I thought he committed plagued my mind for years and years. I was too scared to come to the village because I thought he was responsible for the decimation of your people.” 

“You came from him, you share his blood. There was no way he could have been that bad. Not with you as his daughter.” 

You scoffed lightly at his comment, but were so happy he was here. You took him by the hand and walked him to the body that was now only a pile of bones. You looked further in the clearing, and realised another set of bones was settled in the ground a few meters from your dad’s. Good, you thought. 

“I’d like to bury him, if that’s alright with you?” 

You gathered all the bones and walked to a tree whose roots were hanging partially above the ground, creating a little cove. Rays of light were hitting it, and you knew then it would be the perfect place. You placed his remains there, and gathered flowers and ornate twigs that had fallen on the ground, and decorated the little space as well as you could. 

“Thank you, dad.” You were comforted at the thought that, although he died on this foreign planet alone, he was loved, and now, he will be mourned. 

You made it back to the village together, walking and holding hands, trying to get your mind off all the epiphanies you have had to undergo in the past few days. Healing was hard work, you snickered to yourself. You made it to the tent you knew Jake and the rest of the warriors would be. 

“There you are. Was starting to get worried.”

“Ah, there’s nothing to be worried about, pops.” You laughed at Jake’s shocked expression and the way his eyes softened immediately as a response to your new nickname. 

He had to wipe that expression off his face. He was Olo’eyktan. He was Toruk Makto, this was not inspiring leadership. 

“Right. The humans will be here any day now. I think we will have to move our base of operations in the Hallelujah mountains, somewhere they can’t find us, where the flux is too strong for their equipment. It’s going to be a big ask, and a big adjustment, but it is necessary. You know the first place they will look is at the hub. And it won’t take long for them to find the village either.” 

What he was saying made sense, but it filled you with a sense of grief. This forest, that hub, those labs, this village, is all you’ve ever known. To have to leave it for an undetermined amount of time, maybe forever, was hurting your heart. You knew Neteyam felt the same, you knew they all felt the same. Jake was a marine, strong and adaptable, he was an incredible person to have around in a crisis. But he didn’t quite understand what it means to belong to only one place, to only know one reality that was going to be uprooted and taken from you. That takes time, time you didn’t have. 

“I think we should do the ceremony tonight. You have completed the Iknimaya, you are to be one of us now. It’s time, if you want it.” 

You peered up at him, in shock, but the beating of your heart was so loud because it was excited, it was happy. It’s time. You knew it in your heart it was right, this time. You belonged here. Your mum worked so hard for you to get to do this, she foresaw this 18 years ago. Your dad gave his life for yours, even without knowing it. You owed them this, owed them your life and this new one you were about to get.

“And tomorrow, we can do the transfer, if you are ready.”

By nightfall, you were ready. Your hair was freshly braided, in a pattern different to what the Na’vi wear, but you wanted it to be a mix of Na’vi and human braiding. You had all new clothes, and Kiri was in your tent, painting your body in white lines, as was the tradition. She looked radiant, happy and beautiful, like she always was.

“How are you feeling?

“Nervous.” 

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. You belong here, you always have, even when you were human. This is just formality at this point.”

“Kiri… I want to thank you. You saved my life. Your plants, your mind saved my life. I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t for you.”

“You saved your life. You asked me, you did the work, you found the cure. The Na’vi will be forever grateful to you, and Max and Norm, I hope you know that.”

“How about we say it was a team effort?” You laughed together and you kissed her forehead. You loved her so much, your sister for life.

Neteyam saw your body, adorning all new garbs, a golden frilly loincloth and green, violet and gold beaded top that hung from your neck to reveal a bare back that made Neteyam’s body beam with desire. Your left arm was decorated with a bracelet, the same bracelet he was wearing, the one that he gave to you when he was ten, that was now proudly shining on your person rather than hiding in a drawer, masking pain. You had bracelets around your ankles as well, that were softly clinking every time you took a step. Your hair was soft and braided in a pattern that was unlike the Na’vi ways, and it was fitting, Neteyam thought. You would never be only Na’vi - you were more, not quite human, not quite one of them, you were the most beautiful aspects of both and Neteyam felt his heart skip a beat at the sight, one which will never cease to take his breath away. You were his, forever. How did he get so lucky?

Almost as if you could hear him, you slowly turned around and he saw your eyes searching the crowd until they found him, and your face immediately broke out into a beaming smile, that slowly changed into a gaze filled with yearning and love….and lust. Neteyam gulped audibly at your expression, so intense it was making him crazed enough to almost consider taking you away right now, ceremony be damned, and coax screams out of you he would be sure anyone else would cower in shame at. But not you. You were his match, his twin flame, and he knew whatever he wanted to take from you, the screams, the pleasured pains, the moans and panted breaths, you would give willingly, and would take his in return, until you were both so spent you collapsed in aching bliss. 

He waited though, despite his progressively harder to ignore twitch, knowing he wouldn’t, couldn’t rob you of this moment, knowing the waiting and anticipation would be worth it in the end.

The ceremony was ethereal, magical, and he couldn’t help reminisce about his own, years and years ago. The people all stood around you, waiting for the Olo’eyktan to say the words that will make it official. Neteyam saw his father approach you, wearing all the garbs worthy of a chief of the Omatikaya, and placed both his arms on your shoulders, smiling proudly. You were a Sully now, for all intents and purposes, and his father looked at you the same way he looked at all his children. Neteyam’s heart swelled at the sight, taking in the familial interaction.

“Ngenga 'ite Omatikayaä luyu set. Na'viyä luyu hapxì. (You are now a daughter of the Omaticaya. You are part of The People.)”

Neteyam made his way by your side, and he watched as the rest of his family did the same. He placed both of his hands on your body, one over your heart, and the other on your back. His family did the same, and he noticed tears in everyone’s eyes, including yours and his own. This was a moment none of them thought they’d get to see, that you never expected to experience, and Neteyam said a silent prayer to Eywa, thanking her for bringing the love of his life back to him, and into the clan. 

After the celebration, you excused yourself from everyone, tired and dazed, as well as too impatient to wait for what you have wanted, needed for days, months, years. You found Neteyam casually talking to some friends, and you touched his back lightly, so lightly it was barely there. He shuddered minutely, and turned his body to face you. He took your breath away, always, but particularly today, in this light, under these circumstances, wearing his ornate clothes and that bracelet, the one that you would both wear for the rest of your lives. That one that meant forever. 

“Come.” He said, and he looked at you like you were a meal that he’s been starved from, that he was going to devour. You bit your lip in excitement and followed him.

You went for a swim in a tiny lake not too far from the village. You swam together like that for hours, kissing and touching each other under the water, just feeling him. The anticipation was building strongly, and as the last of the paint on your body dissipated, you left, with hurried steps, quickly making your way towards the Tree of Souls. 

Your entire body stalled at the sight. You have seen images of it, areal videos taken from drones and helicopters, you saw it all, and yet nothing could have prepared you for the beauty of this place, for its magnitude and significance. The air felt thick, charged with energy, and you could hear whispers all around you, soft, almost imperceptible, but they were there. Eywa was here, just like she was all around you, but here, you felt her stronger, almost palpably so. You made your way through the willow-like branches, seeing the purple hue illuminate your skin, and you just walked, taking it all in, touching it, experiencing it fully. You were so happy, it made you anxious. You’ve never felt happiness like this, and you were scared it wasn’t going to last, scared of knowing that the fall from such a high would break all of your bones, crush you forever. You felt Neteyam’s gaze on you, electrifying every inch of your body its gaze was touching. You could feel him, in your bones, you knew what he was feeling, what he was thinking. You shared a soul, you always have. “He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” 

You looked at him and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight; he was the most gorgeous human you have ever seen. He was beautiful and angelic and looking at you like you were prey that he wanted to exert complete control over - and you didn’t mind. You wanted him so badly and you have waited for this for what feels like lifetimes. You knew looking at this man in front of you that you would allow him to ruin you, you would beg him to kill you softly, slowly drive out any ounce of sanity from your body orgasm by orgasm until there was nothing left of you but the echoes of moans you couldn’t help exhale. It was almost desperate, your need for him, and you heard your breath become laboured, panting with craving and ache. You saw him make his way towards you slowly, and stopped only when he was towering over you, and you had to bring your chin up to be able to look into his eyes. His hands immediately found your jaw, that he gripped tightly, making sure you weren’t going to look away from him, from that gaze that drove you mad and made you throb in pain, begging to be filled, craving sweet release. 

“You’re mine. I can’t believe you’re mine. I have waited for so long, I have dreamt about this for years. The one thing I have wanted more than life itself and you are here. You’re mine. Forever.” 

You were fully panting now, not even an ounce of shame on your features. You wanted him, you wanted him to know what he was doing to you. Wanted him to control you, to possess you, to take what was his, what has been his and will be his forever. 

“Say it. I need to hear you say it, Atan.” 

His grip on your jaw tightened, and you moaned, unable to stop yourself, not wanting to stop yourself. 

“I am yours, Neteyam. I have always been yours. I will always be yours. It’s you and me, forever.” 

It was his turn to moan, gaze turning animalistic now, in a way that you felt within you, deep within you, and you knew you were dripping wet now, knew he was going to love it, was going to revel in it, and you smirked at the thought. 

You saw him stop and reach back for his queue. You gasped silently at the sight, but smiled at the thought he wanted this, that after this, you would be his for life. You reached back for yours, and you both held them close to each other, just out of reach, looking deeply in each other’s eyes. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“You know I do. I trust you, Neteyam, do whatever you want to me. I’m yours to take, I’m yours.” 

“Forever?”

“Forever.” You joined the queues and nothing in the world could have ever prepared you for the overwhelming sensations and feelings, for the intense intimacy of feeling Neteyam’s deepest desires and emotions, for how deep his love and care for you actually ran, for how desperate he was to own you, to make you his. You felt his breathing and his heartbeat, and he felt yours and the desire you both felt exploded all around you. 

He aggressively smashed his lips into yours, both of you moaning at the contact, at the need that enveloped both your beings like the rushing water of the river you loved swimming in together. Your fingers immediately made their way into his hair, his beautiful hair that seemed to sometimes have a life of its own, and thinking of how hot you found it made you only more enthusiastic, gripping at it tightly and pulling on it. He smirked in the kiss, parting your lips enough to look at you with a mischievous grin that you loved more than you could put into words. You loved this man - you loved his kindness and compassion and sacrificial streak and patience, but you loved this side of him more, the side only you ever got to experience, that no one else knew about. How passionate and adventurous he was, how masculine and possessive of what was his he was, how wild and untamed a streak he hid under the well-behaved and poised demeanour. How well he matched you. Your twin flame. He placed both of his hands on you thighs, just underneath your ass, and lifted you effortlessly, and you instantly wrapped both your legs around him, never breaking the kiss, that was now just a mess of panted moans, lips and intertwined tongues. You felt your back hit a tree bark and you gasped, breaking the kiss and watching as the action left a trail of spit in between you. His mouth moved to your neck, that he sucked and licked until it was hurting, and he pushed you into the tree, trying to remove whatever space there still was in between you two. As he did so, you felt his chest and pelvis push aggressively into you, and you whined when you felt his dick brush up against you core, hard as a rock and hitting a spot that was making you lose your ability to see around you. He started moving his hips into yours, drawing circles into your pelvis and you matched him, desperate for release, desperate to want to give him your first of many orgasms of the night. You weren’t going to be satisfied until he made you cry in pain, in pleasure, until the line between them was blurred.

Neteyam saw your breathing quickened and he smirked in a way that only made further pleasure pool in your depths. “Coming already, my love? You wanted me that badly, huh?” 

“Dick.”

“You’ll get that later, too.” 

You wanted to laugh, but couldn’t do anything but mewl in agonising ecstasy as he hit a spot that immediately made you see stars and you rode out your first orgasm, crying into the crook of his neck. 

“Good girl.” He didn’t let you come down from you high, as he removed your body from the tree and placed you on the mossy, comfortable ground, and both his hands went on your knees, making sure you were keeping them apart, as soon as he could feel you wanting to close them to accommodate for your post-orgasm sensitivity. 

“No, Atan. You wanted this, remember? You have to keep your pretty legs spread for me.”

The entire world was spinning around you, a mess of purple, pink and white, as he traced his hands slowly, too slowly, painfully slowly up your thighs, until he reached your hips, where you loincloth was tightened, and you felt him make quick work of the knot, inhaling deeply as he took it off from you and saw you for the first time. 

“Fuck, Atan. I feel like I could come just from looking at you. Look at you, a fucking writhing mess and I haven’t done anything yet. Look at this,” he said as he place a hand in between your folds, removing the slick that was so abundant it was now dripping down your ass, “Look at how wet you are for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet. The shit I want to do to you, Atan, will make Eywa regret ever making this tree part of the mating ritual.” 

You saw him slowly lowering his head towards you legs, kissing and biting roughly up your thigh until you were screaming in pain. “Shh, Atan.” He drew circles in your thighs as he continued his onslaught to comfort you to some extent, except it was only lighting your skin on fire, only strengthening your need for that second release. 

“Fuck, Neteyam, please.” 

“Begging so soon, my love? What do you need?” 

“You. Your tongue, your fingers, anything. Fuck, please!” 

“Well, since you said please.” 

He smirked again, the asshole, and you felt him licking your pussy from your entrance to your clit, and at the moan he released as he did so, you convulsed so violently you needed a while to settle, still trying desperately to close your thighs to make the sensation more bearable. 

“Stop that, or I’ll stop. Do you want me to stop, my love?” He looked at you through hooded eyes and giving you a wild look that made you clench around nothing, and your hands found his head and you pushed him back into you, annoyed that he stopped, already upset at the thought that he wasn’t going to be doing this every minute for the rest of your life. If you had your way, he would. That’s all you would do. He laughed, but obliged, and continued his attack on your lips, messily kissing and licking, pushing his tongue deep within you, like your pussy held the potion for eternal life and he wanted to live in you forever.

“Fuck, Atan, you taste so good. So good, how am I ever supposed to stop, huh?” You started grinding your hips around him, moaning loudly and you saw him dry humping the ground, trying to get some of his own release. The primal animalistic action was enough to push you over the edge again, coming all over his tongue, that was still lapping at your insides, without any intention to stop. 

You tried to push him away, the feeling so overwhelming it was bordering painful, your clit so red and sensitive now it was glaring and obvious, but he didn’t relent. 

“Fuck, you are intoxicating. Come on, baby, I’m not nearly done. We’re not nearly done.” He pushed two fingers in you, which was incredibly easy with the amount of slick and cum you were continuously releasing. Although so sensitive, you immediately clenched around him, taking him in, and felt the familiar ache slowly building in you again. He pushed his fingers deeper, until his knuckles made contact with your folds, and you felt his thumb slowly, gently rubbing your throbbing clit as his fingers were hitting your g spot mercilessly. The stimulation was too much, and you felt yourself seeking yet another orgasm, bucking your hips wildly against his fingers. 

“That’s right, Atan. Let me see you come all over my fingers.” That’s all you needed to hear, and almost on command, you felt yourself coating his long digits with your cum. He removed his fingers from inside you and you cried out at the loss, but he didn’t care, too busy staring at his fingers, covered in the clear viscous liquid enveloping them. He brought both fingers to his mouth and he took them both in and sucked on them, and immediately kissed you, messily and forcefully, and you moaned at the vulgarity of it, and the taste of your own orgasms on his tongue, which was exploring your mouth like he had your folds earlier. You loved it, loved all of it, drunk on the feeling, on the connection you felt to this man that knew you, so well, so deeply, knew your body instinctually, like he touched you and had you all his life, and you squirmed when you realised that now you had a whole life to do this, every day, you would never have to live without this feeling again. 

“Do you feel how good you taste, Atan? Fuck. I will never get enough of this.”

With one swift motion, he removed your top from around your neck and took its place, squeezing your throat until you couldn’t breathe anymore, slowly choking you. You threw your head back and arched your back, eyes fluttering shut, just taking in this feeling, of being completely owned, completely in someone else’s control. It was exhilarating. 

“Look at you. Look at how you give in to me, it makes me fucking crazy.” He squeezed harder. “You drive me fucking crazy. I have dreamt about fucking you for so long. So many nights, having to stroke my cock imagining it was your mouth instead, you have no idea how badly I need you. How entirely and completely yours I am. You own me. My soul and my mind. It’s only fair I own your body.”

The hand that wasn’t around your throat went to his loincloth, that he removed skilfully, letting it drop to the ground around him. Your eyes fluttered open to take him in, his glorious body and that magnificent cock, that was even bigger that you ever dreamt, and you struggled to gulp in the position you were currently in. Your pussy clenched fully at the sight, and you were drooling now, saliva pooling around your mouth that you licked off like a kitty looking at her favourite meal. His fist wrapped around the girth of his cock and he started pumping himself, and you were close to being done again just at the sight, never in your life seeing anything more sensual, more erotic. You needed him inside of you now. 

“Fuck, please, Neteyam. I need you in me.”

“I know, Atan. I need to be in you. I need to feel you milking me, like the good girl I know you are.”

With a couple more strokes, he lined himself at your entrance and slowly, deliberately, agonisingly pushing in, one inch at a time, stretching you deliciously, fully until he bottommed out, and you could feel him hitting your cervix, you could see his bulge in your lower abdomen. It drove you to the point of madness. 

Your hand went to his ass, trying to push him even further in, despite not thinking it was actually possible for him to go anywhere else, but it was still not enough, never enough. 

He removed your hand and gathered both of them and pushed them above your head, pining them to the ground with enough force that you couldn’t move them anymore. 

“No, Atan. You don’t get to dictate this. We go at my speed.” And with those words, he started rutting into you brutally, giving you no time to adjust to him or to the pace. It was rough and wild and out of control, everything you have ever desired in your darkest, best fantasies. It was so dirty, so wrong it made your insides squirm in pleasure, in uninhibited bliss. 

He maintained his pace for so long it was enough to steal two more orgasms from you. You were on the verge of tears, now, so overstimulated you didn’t know if you were feeling pleasure or pain anymore, but you didn’t care, you wanted more, always more of this, more of him. 

“Fuck, Atan, I can feel you squeezing me again. You think you can give me one more?” You nodded weekly, trying to match his ruthless pace.

“I want to come in this pretty pussy. You want me to fill you up, Atan?” You could only moan at the words, unable to formulate any coherent thoughts or sentences, anymore. You were way past that. Your breath quickened rapidly and you knew you were really close, and he could feel you too.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, come all over my cock. I want to feel you come undone.” Those words were enough to rip another explosive orgasm out of you, and your clenching milked his cock dry, feeling thick spurts of cum fill you up, painting your pink walls white. 

He collapsed on top of you with a thud, still buried deep in you, and you couldn’t help laugh exhilaratingly at his reaction, at what just happened, at the fact his was all real, not just an out-of-reach fantasy. 

Eventually, he rolled from on top of you and stretched out an arm for you to cuddle up to him, which you did, feeling grateful for every moment, grateful for the intimacy. 

You were both still panting, still recuperating and you lay in his arms in peaceful bliss, trying to catch your breath. 

“Thank you.” You said playfully, drawing circles on his chest. 

“What for?”

“For being an even better lay than I always imagined you to be in my dreams. Although I’ll find it hard ever being a productive member of this clan again going forward.” 

He threw his head back and laughed, and the sound filled the forest and your heart, so relieved to be able to hear it again, so immensely grateful to get to experience these feelings in your life, that didn’t end prematurely no matter how many bad decisions you have made.

“You’re very welcome, Atan.” 

You peered up at him bashfully, and you knew then you did at least one thing right in this life. 

You fell asleep in his arms, and woke up in the link room, wide smile on your face. Max was waiting for you, and he returned your smile when he saw how happy you were.

“You look happy.” 

“It’s just been a good day.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet.” He looked at you playfully. “Do me and Norm have to give you the talk?”

“Shut up, Max. In a completely unrelated subject, though, can I have some birth control from the medical ward, please?” 

Your body was weak, and you needed a while to adjust to being back here after a whole day in your other body, soon to be your only body. You felt weightless, despite the pain, so happy and so in love. Your knees were weak from the memories, and you felt a bit empty at the lack of touch, craving him again, even though he’s taken so many orgasms from you, you knew you were going to be sore walking back to the village. 

You went looking for Norm, who was already waiting for you in the medical ward, ready to give you a new dose of the injection and take some blood to see how everything is looking. 

“It was a beautiful ceremony last night. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah, definitely did. It was incredible, I have never felt anything like it before.”

“Are you ready for tonight?”

“I think I am. I opened the drawer, little by little, Norm. I think it’s time. I am ready to take my place amongst the people, I am ready for my body to belong, I am ready to not have to worry that this virus will turn around and kill me at any point. My mum and dad both sacrificed so much for me to have a chance at a better life. You guys sacrificed so much. You’re like my guardian angels. I owe you so much, and I am so sorry about how I acted. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Will you still come by and hang out once in a while when you’re not busy riding your ikrans and being an overall badass?”

“Always, Norm. I am still me, I am still a scientist at heart, and I am still human. Maybe my body won’t be, but I will also have my mum and dad, you and Max, a whole history and heritage that I don’t want to rid myself of.” 

“Good. Then all’s forgiven, Ace. I am sorry too, for not telling you about Neteyam. It just didn’t feel like my secret to share.” 

“I understand.” You got up after he injected you with the treatment and hugged him tightly, grateful for this man who is your family just as much as your mum and the Sullys are. 

After resting, eating and taking a nap, you did your dialysis session for the day, and although loopy, you hopped in your Avatar body, still a couple of things you wanted to take care of before the transfer. 

To your surprise, you woke up in your tent, a small blanket covering you. You smiled, realising Neteyam must have carried you back in the morning. He even put your clothes back on. You blushed at the need that immediately overwhelmed your body, and tried to calm yourself as there were more pressing matters at hand. 

You made your way to the Sully tent, and heard Neytiri and Mo’at talking. Good, two of the people you were looking for. 

“Mai’te! How are you feeling?”

“I feel great, sa’nok (mother). Thank you for last night, it was beautiful.” Neytiri brought her hand to her mouth in slight shock at your new name for her. She was so happy, it all felt complete now, after all this time. 

You took her free hand in yours as well as one of Mo’at’s, and looked at them seriously, intently. 

“I want to ask for your permission for the transfer. I realise a lot of talk has happened, done when I was a human, when I was sick. But I am not sick anymore. I don’t want you to do it because you are worried I will die. I want to be sure, I want you to be sure, that you want me as a Na’vi forever. That you are comfortable with me becoming my Avatar for life. I will not do it, if you aren’t. This means so much for me, and I know I have been a coward, for so long, but I am ready now. I am standing here in front of you, and I am finally ready, to be one of the people, to be in this body, to be your daughter. I just hope I’m not too late.” 

They both looked at each other, and smiled, and looked back at you lovingly.

“Mai’te, we have waited for you all of our lives. You are the missing piece in this world, in our world. You brought forth a cure for an illness that has plagued the Na’vi for years and years. There is nothing we would love more than for you to be Na’vi. And there will be no better future Tsa’hik.” 

Your eyes widened at Mo’at’s words, at the consent not only to join the clan, this family, but to do so as Neteyam’s mate, as the future spiritual leader of the Omaticaya. 

“I won’t let you down.” You hugged both of them, tears in your eyes. 

You eventually made your way out of the tent and looked for the only other person you had to talk to before this was all done. Neytiri told you where he could be, so you looked there first. Sure enough, you found Lo’ak deep in thought up a tree, above everyone else, and you climbed easily and joined him. He was startled by you, but he composed himself quickly and gave you a look that you couldn’t quite place. You could tell he had conflicting feelings, happy on one hand to not have lost you in one way, sad that he did lose you in others. 

“Hey.” He was curt, and didn’t look at you, and a twinge of hurt settled in your chest. You had to make this right. 

“Hey, you. Scooch.” He moved slightly so you could fit with him on the branch, which was more than wide enough to accommodate both of you. 

“Lo’ak… please talk to me? I can’t stand the thought that you hate me. You’re my best friend. Please?” 

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?” 

“I saw you leaving with Neteyam last night, after the ceremony.”

You cringed a little, the thought of having this particular conversation with him close to unbearable.

“Yes, it’s true.” 

Pain flashed across his face and you saw a tear, just one small tear, fall down his face. You reached to wipe it off, but he beat you to it, so you awkwardly let your hand drop. 

“I’m sorry, Lo’ak. I’m so so sorry. But I have loved your brother my whole life. My whole life, ever since I was born, he was there. And I love you too, I love you so so much, but we wouldn’t be right together. You are the best guy in the world, and I am not even close to being worthy of you. Neteyam gets me. He gets the darkest side of me, he knows my darkest, worst secrets, he has been with me through some of my most traumatic moments. It’s never been that it’s not you. It’s just that it can’t be anyone else. My whole life, it was always going to be just him.”

“You are my best friend, and I will always be here for you. You will never lose me. You will never get rid of me. I found a season of Friends on my mum’s directory that I’m pretty sure we’ve never seen. I can’t do that with anyone else.”

“I know you are scared, and I think that’s why you asked me. Not because you think I’m the woman you want to grow old with, but because you’re scared that no one else will see you the way I do. And you’re wrong, Lo’ak. Everyone will see in time that you are the best person in the world. You are incredible. And so many girls will be falling at your feet soon, you will be angry at yourself for ever pining over someone like me. I know you are scared, but I am not going anywhere. Can you please forgive me?” 

He turned and looked at you for a long time, intensely searching your face, maybe for a sign that you were lying, or exaggerating, but he couldn’t find any, as he eventually dropped his gaze and smirked playfully. 

“Do you really think girls will be falling at my feet?” 

“Yes, I really really do. You are a catch, mister.” 

He rolled his eyes dramatically and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Well then, I have to forgive you.” You both laughed and your back pressed against the bark of the tree and you stretched your legs to sit in his lap. 

“Now, about that season of Friends…” 

You returned to your human form in the afternoon, and slowly started packing your life away, ready to relinquish this room, once your mothers, with deep sadness in your heart. You will all have to relocate from tomorrow, so you will probably not be back here except to help everyone else evacuate and move all the equipment. You’ll never be back here, you realised with a deep sigh. So many memories, so many bad ones, but so many good ones too, this place was your safe place, your little piece of heaven, despite all the hell you went through in it. As you packed all of your books and trinkets you collected in time, you found yourself tracing your fingers over every surface, trying to commit it to memory. The coffee stain on your desk that was made when Neteyam spilled your mug with his tail without meaning to. The scratches on one of the drawers from all the times you pulled on it with your finger, since the latch was a little broken and hard to open. The wear and tear from your ass print on the chair that you spent inordinate amounts of hours in, be it analysing data or watching shows, or reading with your feet carelessly stretched on the desk. You moved on to your bed, that you sat on, and you sighed at the thought of never being able to sleep on a bed again. You will miss the comfort of the mattress and the sheets, and the space to really spread out however much you wanted, looking like a little starfish every time Norm woke you up in the mornings and his subsequent laughter at your ridiculous poses. 

It took a while, but you were done about an hour before eclipse. Neteyam knocked on your door, with eyes slightly widened at the state of the now empty room. 

“I’ve never seen this place like this. It looks so barren without your touch.” 

You sighed and tugged at the insides of your mouth with your teeth. “Yeah, it does.”

“Any regrets?” You turned around to face him, giving him a small reassuring smile and taking his hand in yours, the size difference always a stark contrast compared to your Avatar body. 

“Never.” You eyed the bed playfully and raised an eyebrow, feigning timidity. “We still have some time… what could we possibly do to fill it, huh?” 

He looked at you, and you could tell he was turned on out of his mind, but also gave you a reserved look. “We can’t… not like this, I will hurt you.”

“I don’t think you realise you’re not making the point you think you are.”

He closed the door behind him with his tail and stalked towards you. “Fuck, you will be the death of me, Atan.” 

You made your way to the village a little after eclipse, and everyone was following you. All the humans, Norm and the other Avatars and Neteyam, who was carrying you on his back like you were his little backpack. You were flushed and a little disheveled from earlier, purple marks all over your body, but it didn’t matter. Your hours in this body were limited. In your back pocket of your shorts you had a box of birth control pills that Norm gave to you as you and Neteyam made it out of the room. You laughed at his reaction and yours, both of you awkward and embarrassed to have to address it whatsoever. You placed your head on Neteyam’s shoulder, peering up at the sky, like you used to do when you were little. The village was busy and roaring, everyone packing their lives up for the move tomorrow. People looked at you as you passed by, unfamiliar with your human form clinging to the future Olo’eyktan’s back. Jake and the rest of the family met you at the big bonfire. 

“Heads up, everyone. It’s time!” You smiled, and looked next to him on the ground, where your Avatar body lay motionless and you had to take a second to take this all thing in, the weight of what you were about to do hitting you full force. You started breathing in deep, shallow breaths, and you felt Neteyam’s hands running up and down your thigh in a calming motion. 

“You’ve got this. We’re all here for you.” You reached over and pecked his neck, in gratitude. 

Everybody in the village, all the Na’vi were making their ways through the forest towards Vitraya Ramunong - they would all partake in the ritual. Neteyam was nervous, out of his mind with worry and fear, although he didn’t want to impart that to you, so he carried you gently, trying to be strong, as he was sure your mind was also laced with concerns. What if you didn’t come back? Neteyam quickly pushed the thought out of his mind and cursed it for making him think about such things, making his heart constrict in his chest in pain at the mere thought. Of course you would make it. A part of him was also excited about the ritual. It would be the first time anyone under 19 would get to see it, to experience it, it was only the third time it would have ever been performed. It was a powerful ritual, hence why they needed everyone. 

The tree was as breathtaking as it always has been, and Neteyam had to inhale deeper to accommodate for the deep charge of the atmosphere, for the thickness of the air. He heard the ancestor’s voices, buzzing quietly all around him. As soon as you reached the natural platform on which the tree resided, Neteyam put you down next to his family and tried to not think of all the images flashing across his mind’s eye of all the unholy things you two did last night right in this spot. His grandma was giving out orders about where to place your Avatar. 

“Are you ready?” Said Mo’at, in her usual no-nonsense fashion.You gulped loudly, and Neteyam couldn’t help wince. Everybody was on the edge. 

“Yes, I think I am.” He saw you turn around to face him and the rest of the family, as well as Spider, Norm and Max. 

“This is it, I guess.” You grabbed his mother and youngest sister’s hands in yours, and squeezed, a small tear falling down your face. 

“I love you, guys. Thank you for everything all of you have done for me. I am so excited to join this clan and your family, forever.”

Neteyam watched as you lay on the ground, naked except for some leaves covering you. He was going to miss you, he realises. This body is the only one he’s known you as for 18 years. He’s spent so may days and nights with you, with this small person who had so much in her, so much beauty and intelligence, so much hurt and pain, so much personality, so much fierceness and grit and so much care and empathy, he didn’t know where it could all fit in such a tiny body. You’ve grown up together, a human and a Na’vi, learning so much from each other, adapting together to the world around you and to each other’s mind and soul. He was going to miss this body, the body he fell in love with, the toothy grin and wild eyes so unlike anything he’s ever seen, your beauty marks that he used to trace with his finger and eyes.. and mouth, as of a few hours ago. You were everything, and have always been regardless of your difference in species, and colour, and height. He mourned a little, he realised, for the you you’re leaving behind, but was also incredibly thrilled to have you as one of the people, as his mate, mother of his children, Tsa’hik, for the rest of his life. 

He hovered over you the whole ritual, unnerved at the way the tendrils were emerging from the ground and slowly enveloping you, until there was almost no bare skin left to see. His skin was covered in goosebumps at the experience, as the chorus of people asking Eywa to grant you life in a new body, undulating their bodies in unison, and his grandma’s words. It was unlike anything he’s every experienced. 

Tìng mikyun ayoheru rutxe, ma Nawma Sa'nok. (Hear us please, Great Mother)

Pori tireati, munge mì nga (Take this spirit into you)

Srung si poeru, ma Eywa (Eywa, help her)

Ulte tìng ayoer nì'eyng hu ngeyä ya (And breathe her back to us)

Srung si poeru, ma Eywa (Eywa, help her)

Tivìran po ayoekip (Let her walk among us)

Na Na'viyä hapxì! (As one of The People!)

Srung si poeru, ma Eywa (Eywa, help her)

Eventually, the ritual came to an end when Mo’at screamed for everybody to stop. Neteyam reached over to your face, and removed your mask, kissing your cheeks and your hands, and saying a quiet “I love you” before he moved on, anxiously waiting to see if you would open your eyes. He let out a panted breath as you did, smiling tiredly at the family who was now jumping on you, making you choke slightly. 

You laughed and his eyes found yours in the manic scene unfolding in front of him. You smiled lovingly and reached out a hand for him to grab. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi, Atan. It’s good to see you.”

You were sad as you were carrying your body, you tiny human body in your arms, and lowering it in the ground next to the Home Tree. You saw your family place a flower each in the little cove where you now lay, and you carefully redirected an Atokirina towards it, and watched as it landed on you, making its home in the little gap made by your foetal position. 

You will miss this body, and all the memories you made in it. You will miss looking in the mirror and seeing your mother’s eyes and hair, you will miss being able to play her guitar. This body, however tiny and weak, was your home for 18 years, and it has stood by you no matter how many times you treated it badly or betrayed it. It kept you alive in a world that could kill you in an instant, and you were sorry to have to leave it behind. 

“Thank you. Thank you, mum and dad, for giving me life and gifting me this body. Thank you for taking care of me, I know it wasn’t easy to keep up with this messy mind. Thank you.” 

You turned around and fixed your gaze on your mate, the love of your life, the one that made it all bearable, and when met with his dazzling warm smile and his touch that set your soul ablaze, you couldn’t help be excited at the adventures that lay ahead of you, that you will always brave together. 

-the end-

EPILOGUE

The man felt weak and dizzy, the entire room spinning and making him well nauseous. He didn’t know what was happening, what any of this was. He saw a bright light flashing across his eyes and he groaned in pain and annoyance at the way it was making his vision spotty. He grasped the hand of whoever it was that was doing this to him, and he was relieved when it stopped. It took him a long time to adjust to his surroundings, and was met with shock when realising he was in some sort of medical ward, surrounded by people in white coats. His gaze fixated on his hand, that was still wrapped around someone’s wrist, and couldn’t understand what he was seeing in front of him. Blue. A blue striped hand, that supposedly belonged to him. 

“Captain, Captain Barlowe, can you hear me? You’re ok, you’re just disorientated. It’s gonna take a while to settle your mind, so take you time.” 

He raised assertively from the bed he was laying on and made his way to the reflective windows all around him. He stood there, still, just taking it all in, finding it hard to understand, to process what was clearly displayed in front of the mirror. His body, in an Avatar. 

“Captain Barlowe, due to your outstanding military record and previous acquiescence with this project, you have been chosen as one of the select few to carry out a special op on Pandora. You will be briefed shortly, but right now we have to make sure everything is in order.” 

“I’ll be damned.” 

For everyone who’s made it this far, I am so excited to announce the sequel series, The Archer, that will tackle all of the events of the Way of Water x coming to you soon 💕💕

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[moefling]

ok i’m gonna talk about the RWRB Movie...

SPOILER: i’m gonna be negative and i’m not planning on watching the movie (i guess that means ppl are gonna block me??? idk why ppl are just mass blocking because of this but whatever) (edit: per a suggestion I swapped the tag on this post so it isn't tagged under "rwrb movie")

so i’m gonna start by saying that i’ve watched the trailer a few times and honestly i love the vibes, it makes me smile ever time.

-the kiss is great

-the butt slap is everything

-Henry’s facial expressions *chefs kiss*

-the visible chain around Alex neck. yes

i’m also gonna say that its great that people ARE going to see the movie, we need more queer movies and the only way for that to happen is if ppl watch the ones that are being made now.

so the bad.

honestly i could deal with a lot of the little things.  like they make my eye twitch a little but i do actually understand that you can’t 100% remake a book into a movie.

 BUT

it’s June that i can’t forgive.

if i’m wrong and she is in the movie than amazing and i redact everything but it doesn’t seem to be that way.

removing June makes me SO angry.  its like removing Alice from Twilight or Sam from Lord of the Rings.  if Main Characters are just the romantic leads (Alex and Henry) than June defiantly falls into secondary tier - all the Super Six kinda do (Bea would be the most removable for me but is is also necessary for Henry’s development as much as June is for Alex.

June balances Alex out.  the book even specifically states WHY all of the White House Trio are needed (page 28: “Alex pushes them. June steadies them. Nora keeps them honest.”) She keeps him sane and she put her life on hold to watch out for Alex, and Alex knows this!

the idea of Alex being an only child is terrifying.  he is already kinda selfish (i say that lovingly) and “a little shit” without growing up with an older sibling to shut him up he would be a monster (and Nora doesn’t count because first they don’t actually meet until Ellen is running with Mike as VP and second Nora’s personality is to “go with the flow” to really steady Alex)

June also has some important moments that happen in the book! like it doesn’t really work to have Nora be fake dating Henry for the like 2 days that that happens and no June means no Magazine moment (i know that isn’t really directly in the book but its a fav for everyone).  no June also really changes the tone of the Lake House....

ANWAY, moving away from June here is some other things that i don’t like (because its my rant and i want to, feel free to change my mind)

- the height difference (i did love the lifts comment in the trailer but idk if they’ll be able to keep that up in a way that makes since - that means that if they are every barefoot Alex would have to be shorter *cough* like swimming)

-the actor for Alex is to old.  i know ppl are really split about this but the actor feels put together and like an adult to me (vs. book Alex feels very young - or he honestly acts his age of 21/22).  i think the polo match scene says a lot for me in the postures of the 2 actors, Henry is ok (tho honestly i think he wouldn’t have the loose posture once he rejoined ppl but its cute so pass) but Alex is to stiff, he should be almost bouncing as he walks.

-WFT is Ellen’s accent in the trailer???

-i heard a rumor that Raf and Liam are merged and redone.  Gross and big no.

-King instead of Queen.  i understand why this was done but the tone changes a lot in my head of abusive Grandpa vs. Grandma

-Zahra.  don’t like, the vibe is off with the actress... can’t explain why except the smile in the photos and the bow in the trailer

 -i feel like some of the scenes feel still (this is 100% my opinion and i could be reading this VERY wrong so ignore this if you interpret it differently)

i really wanted to like the movie but realistically i probably wouldn’t watch the movie anyway because i have issues with that so..... i guess it doesn’t matter.

i hope ppl who watch it enjoy it and please separate tags of movie vs book, thanks

[kinkajouwof]

HIII I KNOW U GUYS LIKE MY OPINIONS FOR SOME REASON.....SO I RAMBLED ON ABOUT SOME OF MY THOUGHTS ON ANEMONE. THIS IS JUST MY THOUGHTS SPILLED OUT INTO A POST WITHOUT LOOKING BACK, SO SOME THINGS MAY BE A BIT OFF AND NOT CORRECT. HOWEVER!!!! THIS IS MY BLOG AND I CAN BE INSANE ON IT IF I WANT. FEEL FREE TO ADD ANYTHING YOU WANT IN THE TAGS OR JUST TO READ THIS AND BE LIKE "HMMM OK"

ALSO IM DEFINITELY LEAVING STUFF OUT OF THIS POST BUT. ITS ALREADY LONG ENOUGH. IT DOESNT NEED MORE EVEN IF I HAVE SOOOO MUCH MORE TO SAY....

I WISH WE COULDVE SEEN ANEMONES REACTION TO FINDING OUT ORCA WAS 1. AN ANIMUS 2. KILLING OFF HER BABY SISTERS ALL THIS TIME

LIKE. SHE WAS TERRIFIED OF ALBATROSS, HER 2000 YEAR OLD RELATIVE WHO WAS A MURDEROUS ANIMUS. IMAGINE HOW SHE'D FEEL NOW KNOWING HER SISTER WHO WAS GLORIFIED TO HER ALL THESE YEARS BY CORAL WAS ONE TOO.

WOULD SHE FEEL RESENTMENT TOWARDS ORCA AS WELL, FOR THE FACT THAT HER LITERALLY BEING CHAINED TO CORAL SINCE HER HATCHING WAS HER ALL FAULT? WOULD IT ADD TO HER CORRUPTION THAT IT SEEMS HER FAMILY IS ALWAYS OUT TO GET HER IN SOME WAY? THAT HER FAMILY CAUSES HER NOTHING BUT SUFFERING?

THE SEAWING ROYAL LINEAGE IS ONE PAVED IN BLOOD FROM DRAGONS JUST LIKE HER, THATS WHAT SHE WAS ALWAYS TAUGHT. IS IT TRUE THAT SHES THE ONLY ONE WITH THE POSSIBILITY TO BE EVIL IN HER FAMILY? THEN HOW COME SHE FACES SO MUCH CRUELTY AT THE TALONS OF HER OWN MOTHER? A CRUELTY THAT IS IGNORED EVEN BY DRAGONS WITH THEIR OWN FREEDOM, LIKE TSUNAMI? ITS ONLY WHEN TSUNAMI SHOWS UP SHE BEGINS TO REALIZE THE FLAWS IN HER UPBRINGING. SURE, WHAT TSUNAMI WENT THROUGH WAS HORRIBLE, BUT SHE WAS FREE. FREE TO SAY AND THINK WHAT SHE WANTED. WHY WOULD SHE WANT TO MEET HER FAMILY? FAMILY IS NOTHING BUT EXPECTATIONS AND CONTROL TO ANEMONE. CONSIDERING SHE COULD NEVER VISIT HER BROTHERS, AND HER FATHER DIED SHORTLY BEFORE(?) HER HATCHING, ALL SHE HAS IS CORAL. AND CORAL IS CONTROLLING AND CRUEL.

IN ANEMONE'S EYES, BEING A DRAGONET OF DESTINY SOUNDS PERFECT. SHE'S FREE AND FULL OF DRAGONS WHO WILL DO ANYTHING FOR HER- AND SHE STILL RETAINS THE ATTENTION AND GLORY SHE DESERVES.

OH, ATTENTION. THE THING ANEMONE GREW UP WITH CONSTANTLY. AND FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE, WITH AUKLETS HATCHING, SHE HAS TO SHARE. SHES NOT USED TO THIS, BUT ANYTHING TO TAKE CORAL OFF OF HER BACK IS BLISS. JADE MOUNTAIN IS EVERYTHING SHE COULD HAVE EVER HOPED FOR. HOWEVER, BECAUSE OF, ONCE AGAIN, HER UPBRINGING, SHE DOESNT REALIZE NOT EVERYTHING WILL BE HANDED TO HER. NOT ALL EYES WILL AUTOMATICALLY STAY FIXED ON HER. BUT THATS WHAT SHE GREW UP WITH. SHE IS NOT USED TO THE SUDDEN LACK OF SPOTLIGHT. HOW SHE CRAVES IT, BUT DESPISES IT. SHE DOESNT WANT CORALS ATTENTION, BUT SHE DOESNT WANT TO BE IGNORED. SHE DOESNT KNOW WHAT SHE WANTS.

DARKSTALKER. DARKSTALKER APPEARS AND CHANGES EVERYTHING. A DRAGON WHO FINALLY UNDERSTANDS HER. WHO UNDERSTANDS HER FEAR OF TURNING OUT LIKE DRAGONS OF THE PAST, THE FEAR OF HER OWN TALONS BETRAYING HER. AND FINALLY A DRAGON WHO SEES HER FOR HER POTENTIAL AT THIS SCHOOL. THE ATTENTION SHE WANTS, SHE FEELS SHE NEEDS, TO SURVIVE. DARKSTALKER IS LIKE A PARENT SHE ALWAYS WANTED.

BUT THEN THERES MOON. DARKSTALKERS FAVOURITE. IN ANEMONE'S EYES, DARKSTALKER SHOULDNT PAY ATTENTION TO MOON. SHES REGULAR, SHE HARDLY UNDERSTANDS AND RELATES TO ALL THE STRUGGLES THEY AS ANIMUS DRAGONS HAVE. SHE JUST GETS IN THE WAY. SHE REMINDS HER OF HER UNVOICED FRUSTRATIONS WITH TSUNAMI- STOP COMPLAINING, YOU SUFFERED, BUT YOU WERE FREE! YOU HAVE HARDLY ANYTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT! OF COURSE THATS NOT TRUE, BUT AGAIN, ANEMONE DOESNT SHARE THE SPOTLIGHT. AT LEAST, SHES NOT USED TO HAVING TO. SHE CRAVES THE ATTENTION AND WARMTH SHE ONCE FELT, BUT WITHOUT THE CRUELTY OF CORAL. AND IN DARKSTALKER SHE SEES THIS. UNAWARE SHES BEING USED, OF COURSE.

AND THEN OF COURSE DARKSTALKER SEES AN ABUSED EMOTIONAL VULNERABLE CHILD WITH VERY LITTLE INSIGHT TO THE WORLD AND SEES A PERFECT DRAGON TO MANIPULATE.

AND FOR ONCE, ANEMONE THINKS SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE WANTS. THESE CONFLICTING FEELINGS, THE THRONE. THATS IT, ISNT IT? ITS WHAT DARKSTALKER WANTED, AND SHE WANTS TO BE LIKE HIM. FREE TO THINK AND DO WHAT HE WANTS, BELOVED BY ALL. THATLL MAKE IT ALL BE OK. AND FINALLY, SHELL BE FREE PERMANENTLY FROM CORAL. HER PERSPECTIVE IS TWISTED TO FIT THE VIOLENT BELIEFS DARKSTALKER HOLDS. BECAUSE SHES BEEN MANIPULATED SO HEAVILY, SHE THINKS LIKE HIM. SHE DOESNT CARE WHO GETS IN HER WAY TO THE THRONE, THEYLL REGRET IT. BECAUSE THATS WHAT SHE NEEDS, THE THRONE.

ITS ONLY WHEN TURTLE, A DRAGON SHE BELIEVED ENTIRELY OPPOSITE TO HER. A STRANGER IN HER LIFE, YET HER BROTHER, STEPS IN, SHE BEGINS TO SNAP OUT OF THE CONTROLLED HAZE.

THE PAINFUL WAKE UP CALL IS WHEN DARKSTALKER ENCHANTS HER. HE CONTROLS HER WITH EASE. TO DO WHATEVER HE WANTS. HER FREEDOM WASNT REAL THIS ENTIRE TIME, AND SHES MORE CONTROLLED THAN SHE HAS EVER BEEN. HOWEVER, DESPITE HER LASHING OUT AND DESPITE THE FIGHT THEY JUST HAD, TURTLE STEPS IN. SELFLESSLY. HE SAVES HER. WHEN SHE DIDNT DESERVE IT.

SHE DIDNT DESERVE IT. SHE TRIED TO KILL HIM. SHE BELIEVED HER FAMILY MEANT NOTHING TO HER. YET HERE TURTLE IS, SAVING HER LIFE AND SACRIFICING HIS OWN IN THE PROCESS. BECAUSE HE CARES. NOW SHES LEFT ALONE WITH HER THOUGHTS, AN INABILITY TO SPEAK, THINKING ABOUT WHAT JUST TOOK PLACE. THAT ALONE SHOULD BE ENOUGH TO SET HER ON A BETTER PATH. A PATH TOWARDS HER REDEMPTION, BEING SHOWN ULTIMATE KINDNESS WITH NO STRINGS ATTACHED. THE ULTIMATE ACT OF FAMILIAL LOVE BY A BROTHER SHE HARDLY KNEW.

So tell me why Tui decided she needed an enchantment to magically fix her flaws to have her redeemed what the fuck

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ok i finally feel coherent enough to post my spiderverse thoughts. theyll be under the cut and ill tag this post "atsv spoilers!" (as well as anything else i rb.) if you havent seen the movie id advise against checking the notes as well jic someone replies

so like. first of all what the fuck. i was fucking slackjawed from the last 30 minutes of the movie starting to getting home and sitting down. absolutely MASTERFUL movie in every way imaginable. i dont have the words in my head rn but its just. GOD. fuck. i will be buying the artbook when it comes out

individual points:

-i really really do love the curtains are blue style gwen trans allegory good fucking god. WHAT THE FUCK shes so good. by no means the main character (i was actually kind of worried when thebmovie started like i do love her im glad she got some shit but ibwas like...is this gonna be from her pov the whole time when miles is here...it wasnt!) but i adored her in this shes so ficking full of issues

-HOBIE. HOBIE MY FRIEND HOBIE. i really enjoy his presence in the movie- when hes mentioned once or twice before appearing i thought hed have a rivalry with miles but that was absolutely not the case. in retrospect its really funny that miguel grabbed him for his fucked up spiderverse shit giving that his entire MO is anarchism but if he were not there miles would absolutely be hurt or worse. im INCREDIBLY excited to see what they do with him in the next movie- especially because i can kind of see him as a parallel to aaron in a way? such free spirits ...artistic .... also i dont have as much to say about him but god pativr is so good i love him. i LOVE HIM

-peni was my favorite character in the first movie when i was younger but i had since grown like...worried about her showing up in future movies because of her stereotypical portrayal. its probably too early to give a clear for now nor is it my place to comment on the actual content of that BUT for what its worth she seemed much more faithful to the comics' tone in this movie- it seems that the implication was that peni experienced her comic run in between movies? her mech and outfit are far different. she was fucking HAGGARD when she first showed up. ham and noir coming back in the next movie will be nice but i do hope that they replace hams voice actor.

-miguel is so fucjing fascinating. people either seem to desire him carnally or hope he dies and im definitrly not in the former and im like.....nnnot entirely in the latter. intetesting character excited to see where he goes! what the FUCK was his problem though. you are a GROWN MAN trying to tear a 15 year old asunder because hes like hey i dojt want to stand idly by and watch my dad perish dude. he sucks and is horrible and i want to study him. jessica also really but she seems less fucked up and more like...willing ti take care of her responsibilites despite the emotional toll. excited to see if they clash more in part 2

-i dont even have the words to describe the animation but everyrhing is so beautiful. a few characters have sketch guidelines on them despite being 3d! the first fight scene of the movie contains a chararacter from a fucking da vinky world and hes in sepiatone and its fucking GORGOEUS.

-miles. ohhhhhh milesmilesmilesmiles saving the best for last. what do i even say man the progression of his arc, the way the smallest action of his from the first movie set off a massive chain of events, the turmoil he goes through and comes out stronger. his PARENTS. HIS RELATIONSHIP TO THEM HIS WORRY FOR THEM. i nearly screamed when he went in the wrong universe and aaron was there, AND HIS DAD WAS DEAD, THE THING HE WAS TRYING TO PREVENT. AND THEN ALTERNATE MILES BEING THE PROWLER. IS THE IMPLCIATION THAT EARTH 42 MILES WOULDVE BEEN THAT UNIVERSES SPIDERMAN BUT BECAISE THE SPIDER LEFT HE BECAME THE FUCKING PROWLER???? FUCK MAN!!!!! i need to see him thriving i hope he gets home okay. amazing movie amaaasizinngngnnn

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#sam has pouted multiple times i the last few minutes because im cussing so im gonna try to keep it at a down low but if that dndn. filter is

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

OK BUT WE MADE A TAG EARLIER ABOUT HOW WE COULD FIND A WAY TO ADD THE HERMITS INTO A DND GAME AND WE CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECUASE. THE RIFT. IS LITTERALY. PERFECT FOR THIS. AND WE KINDA WANNA DO IT

36 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#4

not that I'm a pouty baby but.

I've been pouting cause i want cuddles for a solid 5mins.

57 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

#3

Guys, Gals Nonbinary pals (you know the reference) I have an idea

It came to me like a minute ago but still an idea

A day for Age regressors. listen if there's a Pizza day i mean,, we can have our own day right? Just a day for recognition, and while i know that some people will treat us the same they did before after that day, its still, a step in the right direction, for getting people to treat us nicely. Now personally i keep getting in with the right groups, but i know some people who have been treated like sh!t because there an age regressor, and honestly i want that to stop.

It's Our coping mechanism we shouldn't feel ashamed of it, just because someone sees it as something else.

So a day for Age Regressors, where we can be as loud or quiet as we want!

What do you people think?

71 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

#2

Heylo Tumblr! I've just had an idea!

Since pride month is coming up; and we know there are some people who might not be able to go to pride parades or any pride events; and We want to fix that!

The idea we've had will not be easy; at least i don't think so. But we would like to -with the help of others- host an online pride event! right here on tumblr!

The idea came to us as our host, Fire has not been able to go to any pride events within the past 2-3 years due to having an unsupportive family, and he's not the only one either.

so; we've created a survey for this! you are only required to answer the first question! the rest is optional!

Thank you for taking the time to read this; and we hope you have a great day!

84 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hey Hey! Picrew chain time!! what you look like and what you want to look like!!

What i look like

and what i want too look like!!

See the full post

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#5

“This is your first lesson,” the Red Robe said, and so far the thing had been pretty fucking spooky. Lup figured she should have been terrified, but instead there was just something... mildly unnerving about the whole thing. Like this was all wrong, but she couldn’t place what exactly was off. 

“This is...” he repeated, his voice seeming to falter some in its deep, grumbling echo into something a bit more alive. “This is... this isn’t enough to make up for everything, but I hope it might be a start,” he continued, and he didn’t have a face, not really, but Lup couldn’t help but feel like he was staring at her. 

Then he waved a hand, and Lup felt the new weight on her wrist immediately. She jerked, ready to fight off whatever was grabbing her. 

But the Red Robe was gone, and instead of some sort of chain dragging her down or cuffs locking her in place, there was just... a bracelet. It was exactly her style, golden bands wrapping around with red gems inside, and all she could do was stand there for a moment and stare at it.

“Huh, hey!” she said, trying to yank her arm away when Taako grabbed it. Before she could though he was casting something, a befuddled look on his face at the end. 

“Weird, it’s not a trap? I think it’s supposed to protect you?” he said, and Lup’s face lit up at that, quickly casting identify on the thing as well. He was right, there was definitely some sort of protection, abjuration magic there. 

“Aw, why don’t we get cool ghost gifts?” Magnus asked, clearly disappointed. 

“Maybe it’s some sort of competition. Like, the prettiest gets the cool ghost gift,” Lup said, grinning at the bracelet. 

“I’m pretty! What standards are we going by? I need some parameters,” Magnus insisted, and Taako was already rolling his eyes. 

“Okay, that’s clearly not the deal because I would win no questions asked. Anyway we should probably get out of here before someone notices the fucking corpse behind the desk,” he said, and he had a point. They quickly left, and after a quick debate Lup hid the bracelet in her bag before they got up to the base. 

The director wasn’t happy when they got back, and she was even less happy to hear about the Red Robe. It made sense. He was evil. He made the relics and tried to destroy the world, they couldn’t trust him, they couldn’t talk to him, they couldn’t give him any chance to trick them. 

Except when Lup sat awake in her bed that night, staring at the bracelet she realized that the quickened breath and fast heartbeat she’d been feeling when the Red Robe appeared wasn’t from fear. 

No, she was fairly sure she had a crush on the Red Robe. 

Shit. 

193 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#4

I recognize that I am a million Jeremy Beremies late but goddamn the good place was kind of a perfect show telling exactly the story it wanted to tell

237 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#3

Ok tho the fact that dead end paranormal park isn't huge on here is a crying shame

290 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#2

So the line 'he's here!' In We Don't Talk About Bruno is explicitly the family announcing that Mariano has arrived, but it's also pretty strong and straightforward foreshadowing of the fact that Bruno never actually left, he's here

457 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Have I ever talked about the time I lied to a priest, committed blasphemy, and made up a whole church when I was like, eight?

So I went to catholic school for six years, despite the fact that neither of my parents went to church, were not religious, and my mom isn't even catholic. But I went to this school which had us do all the pageants and advent calendar and the stations of the cross, during lent we had morning announcements in the attached church and sometimes we couldn't have recess outside because our playground was just the church parking lot, and whenever there was a funeral it was too full of cars for us to play.

And one thing they do in catholic schools is have you do the whole church service on occasion, which includes things like communion. But it was the school church, and most of the kids had their first communion, ya know, one of the holy sacraments, at their own personal churches.

I didn't have a church though, the only time my family had ever stepped foot in a church was to come see me do school plays. I had never even been baptized.

So what was the already heavily bullied, autistic, must-not-make-adults-mad child to do?

Why, lie of course!

We had to fill out a paper saying what church we had been baptized at for a project. At 8 I lied and made up a church. I do not remember if I gave the same name when asked where I got my first communion by a teacher who was disappointed that she 'missed' it, but I was never called out on it if I didn't.

When we moved to third grade and were allowed to start doing communion with the rest of the church, since we were all supposed to have done first communion at this point, I listened incredibly carefully to the kids in front of me, watching and observing to be able to mimic what they did so that no would realized I'd never done it before. It turns out having to learn how to mimic at a young age to avoid bullying for the autism was a very useful skill.

Also, just rinse and repeat the same steps for when I lied and did confession without the sacrament as well.

Ya know, this would probably be the exact type of thing to admit to in confession. Every step here was definitely a sin.

677 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

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Beep boop! I'm sort of a bot. Some of these words are only partially in the bible!

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

[jorstar]

im gunna do a little psa on how buy one get one sales work using examples from a customer that uses our pickup dept to shop and has done it incorrectly each time and treats me like im stupid and we messed up her order :) 

also from more of a pickup perspective but im pretty sure it all applies to normal in store check out and in others stores not just my chain.

if youre buying buy one/buy 2 etc get one free products through a pickup service do it exactly how you would do it if you went through the store. the best way i explain it to people is order how much you want to leave with. so if you want bogo bread you would bring 2 ( if you want to pay for 2 and get 2 free you bring up 4 yada yada) up to the cashier and it will be taken off when the sale goes through, and you can always ask the cashier to double check. so my first example using this lady is she ordered 2 pork loins that where bogo i take her order out and shes asks where her other pork loins are “it says you ordered 2″ “well i wanted 4″ “then you should order 4 we cant just assume and add 2 on without your permission” “ well why not thats stupid” :)))))))))) “BECAUSE what if you DIDNT want 4 and only 2, then you wouldve been charged for shit u didnt order and then youd have to come back for a refund and say why did u give me 4 when i only ordered 2 u idiots are you trying to scam me :))))” (ok did not say that last part but in hindsight is still a good explanation) “well now im going to have to comeback later and get the other 2″ hmmm sounds like a learning experience! :) spoiler: it was not. 

the only time we add stuff on is when someone orders only one of a buy one get one product and we will only add it on carside where we’ll say this was buy one get one but you only ordered one and we’ll usually get  “oh i didnt know that! cool!” or “oh i thought thats what i did? did i do it wrong” or “no, i only need one”

and lastly a lot of bogo can be mix and match meaning they dont have to be the same product. a lot of the time the tag on the shelf will say get one free of equal or lesser value. so what the lady did today when i brought out to her was ask where her missing vitamins were. i thought they were straight up missing so i went back to our room to see if there was a missing bag and she came to our door saying she got the vitamins she ordered she just didnt get the free ones. me, whos shift is over and just wants to get out of here, says “ :))) ok, ill have to go grab those for you then :)))” she ordered like..5 different kinds of vitamins. one of each of course! so whoever picked them for her probably saw the equal or lesser value tag and thought thats what she was doing. but nope! we just have to know somehow that she actually wanted 2 of each! so i gave her the other vitamins she wanted FOR FREE bc i had already processed the payment before she brought up missing stuff. and then she was kinda pissed off when i brought them out and had her check that i had everything like lady you essentially only paid for 3 OF THE 10 OF THESE. I HOPE YOU LOOK AT YOUR RECEIPT LATER AND FEEL FUCKING STUPID. maybe when this has happened to you  a couple times maybe maybemmabye mmmaybe MAYBE! its not us :)

this wasnt really an educational moment out the goodness of my heart i just wanted to rant about dis lady

[thomase1]

Surpriiiiise

So, hello there.

I saw @mischief2sarawr 's post and felt the need to write a little something.

As somebody whose birthdays always end up a catastrophe, I felt this personally. So I whipped up this little drabble. My first ever story published here hehe. English is not my native language so I apologize for any grammatical errors or weird phrasing.

Oh and @lokisgoodgirl I stole your sas tag list I hope you dont mind. 😁

Reader × Loki

Warnings: everything that can go wrong goes wrong, Loki thirst, smut, restraints (not on you), maybe size kink, a grain of angst if you squint.

You will have to take it as surprise so I dont spoil everything, but I think the sas wont mind.

I hope.

Ok, I did get carried away a little it seems, word count ~3,500

[AN: If you got notified again, sorry, I edited it since the errors really bothered me and also changed a few things. :)) ♡]

So here goes nothing:

It was your birthday.

And it is terrible.

Nobody from the team even wished you a happy birthday.

They all forgot it seems like.

And to top it off, everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

It started with small but annoying things, like the coffee machine needing new water, fair enough.

Then new beans, alright.

Then a cleaning, fucking hell.

And then you noticed that you are out of milk.

Just your whole breakfast was already ruined, moldy bread, rock solid butter,... it just kept going.

After that, you went back to your room, opening the package with clothes and other small things you ordered for yourself.

The shirt was a different color, the hoodie was itchy instead of soft, the leggings were far too small and the jeans ripped open, a cool breeze confirming. Your ass open for anybody to see.

You just clumped it all up and threw it in the last corner of your room, trying to forget about it.

And it just kept going after that, small accidents like spilling your juice, burning your food and stubbing your little toe.

It was the worst day you have ever had and the worst of it all?

Its not even a small birthday, its your 30th.

So for the others to not remember that, after year and years of beeing a part of the team, to say it stung would be a giant understatement.

So you decided to just go back to your room and sleep, maybe the universe had a little mercy on you and would let you sleep peacefully.

On your way back, your nerves and frustration finally took over, tears brimming in your eyes. You felt them spill, running down your cheek as you reached your door.

Opening it, you felt you are not alone, its just part of your instincts to sense other presences around.

Then you smell it, a familiar smell, a smell you loved.

Frest like snow.

Smoky like a campfire and...

Leather.

Oh how you love this smell.

It makes you weak in the knees, the fact that you had been crushing over him for a long time only adding to it.

Loki.

You two always flirted, you are good friends but never more. Much to your dissapointment.

But what the hell is he doing here?

You were facing your living area, a soft cough ripping you from your thoughts. You turn around and find...

Loki, sitting cross legged on your coffee table, his arms tied to his torso by some beautiful golden chains. (An: lets forget about the ones at his feet since they dont look like they do much anyway.)

"Darling, why are you crying?", Loki speaks, takeing you from your thoughts once again.

You hear the chains creak against his leather, leaning forward as if trying to reach you. You forgot about the wet streaks coating your cheeks, how embarrassing.

"What is this? Did somebody do this to you?", you ask him, dodging his question.

"I meant to surprise you.", his eyes sparkle with mischief.

"Well you're the first to even talk to me today. But why the chains? You could have just visited.", you ask, oblivious.

"Are you trying to tell me nobody wished you a happy birthday?", he asks with furrowed brows.

"Yes. Now whats with the chains Lokes?"

He huffs, not sure if its frustration or amusement.

His mouth agape looking at you, "So thats why...", he trails off, shifting his gaze to the side,

"Y/N, I am your surprise."

You knit your brows, the little wheels in your head turning at overdrive.

"What do you mean? What am I surpossed to-", and then it hits you.

HE is your surprise, all wrapped up for you.

"Have you figured it out now? I am at your mercy, do with me as you please.", he looks down at his feet, but you can hear his smirk.

This day suddenly got a whole lot better. You finally wipe your face and walk towards him.

"At my mercy, huh?", you smirk, delicious ideas flooding your mind.

You have wanted him for so long. Never would you have thought of him as a sub to you, but you certenly are not complaining.

But what to do out of all the things on your mind?

Slowly, you dragged your finger along the chains, following the edges of them. You slid your finger to his leather armour, feeling his chiselled chest underneath.

Loki kept his head down, but his breath became almost shaky, he is enjoying this as much as you.

You took your fingers and ghosted them up his neck, his breath cathiching in his throat. Then you trailed them along his jaw, oh how you love his jaw. You fantasize about it a lot, how it you feel buried between your thighs.

With a smirk you take his chin between your thumb and pointer finger. His tiny stubbles prickling your fingers, pushing it up so his eyes meet yours.

His gorgeous eyes capturing you once again. Those shades of green and aquamarin... so unique, never have you seen anything like them. No crystal or diamond could compare.

"So, what should I do with you, prince Loki?", you asked, hearing him take a deeper breath.

The use of his title aways thrills him, it isnt usual for anybody here to use it.

He whines as you take away your fingers, his gaze glued to you. Makeing a circle around him, you notice the pointy chain digging into his back at one spot, so you twist it a little feeling him relax slightly.

"Thank you.", he breathes.

You smile behind him and run your fingers though his hair. So soft, it feels so good to run his wavy locks through your fingers. You lightly scratch at his scalp, his head leaning to your touch.

If he were a cat, he'd be purring.

With your other hand, you go down his spine, all the way from his neck to his ass. His gorgeous, royal ass you just want to bite into like a juicy apple. The thought makes you squeeze his cheek, a sharp intake of air coming from your gift.

Your fingers keep wandering, around his waist to his stomach. You can feel his abs through the thick fabric, straining against it. You take your hand away from his luscious mane, another whine of his makeing you smirk deviously.

Sinking to your knees, you press your front to his back, laying a hand each on his knees.

His breathing quickens rapidly.

Ever so slowly you go up his thighs.

Oh how you wanna ride his thighs, use him like a toy.

You stop to squeeze the inside of his thigh, a tiny sound that can only be described as a moan sounding in your ears. Its so addictive, you instantly crave more.

Torturously slow, you make your way up his flesh. You can feel him shiver against your back as you stay only inches from where he wants you. Where you want to touch but enjoying to tantalize him far too much.

So you make your way back to his knees.

You keep them there for a while, takeing in a whiff of his hair since its right in front of you.

Who wouldnt? It smells divine, you cant even describe it.

It somehow masculine, yet feminine. A little fruity and yet spicy, but overall just natural.

As you keep smelling his hair you, more or less consciously, your hand travels up again, this time even closer to his jewels.

Again, its stays there.

"Please-", Loki whines, trying to shift towards your hands.

Devilishly, you take them away and stand up, takeing all touch from him. Never would you have dreamed about it, but Loki wiggels in his restraints and lets out a keeing, a begging sound.

You circle him, your core throbbing from neglect.

Standing im front of him, "What do you want? Miss my touch?".

He whines, "Yes, please... touch me.".

You snicker, "I will be honest, I really enjoy you like this. Whining for my touch.".

Lowering yourself, you straddle his spread legs, Loki getting cought by surprise as you hurriedly grab his ckeeks and kiss him.

He tastes sweet, his lips are soft and warm. I bet they would feel good against my ear, moaning as he fucks me from behind.

He needs a second to kiss you back, but when he does, its with the same level of enthusiasm. It doesnt take long for it to get heated, your tongues fighting for dominance in a desperate dance.

One of your hands makes contact with his clothed cock, his jaw going slack when you run your hand up and down. You break the kiss to look at him. Jaw hanging open, pupils blown wide in ecstasy and breath coming in ragged.

"Do you like that my prince?", you ask, kissing the shell of his ear.

"Y-yes- gods please-", he groans, bucking his hips toward you.

"Get rid of your pants.", you whisper in his ear and in a flash of seiðr, their gone.

Your palm makes instant contact with his length, the god hissing out in arousal. You may be strong willed, but you cant help look down.

The sight makeing your, already wet, pussy flood your panties.

His cock certenly is of godly standard, your hand looks tiny around him. His head is an angry red and precum is leaking from his slit. The sight spurs you on to hardern your grip and gradually stroke him up and down.

A moan leaves his lips, his head sinking to your shoulder, inviting you to run your free hand through his hair again.

"Somebody is excited huh? How long have you been like this?", you whisper against his hair, movement steady on him.

"I-its been a w- aaah while.", he moans.

You let your hand go over his cock, his words makeing you even hornier. He lets out a groan which he muffles on your shoulder.

"Was it before I was even here?"

He shivers, "Y-yes.. oh gods- Ive been wai- uuuh waiting for y-you.", you hardened your grip, you thumb pressing down on the vein on the underside of his girth.

"Poor thing.", you mock, feeling him tremble.

Slowly, you stood up, hearing Loki cry out, "No! Pl-please dont stop- dont leave me like this, please!".

That honestly made your heart ache for a second, you know he has a massive fear of abandonment, so it probably wasnt entirely sexual.

"That wasnt my plan, this was.", you say softly, takeing off your shirt.

He looks at you stunned, groaning as he lets his eyes wander over your cleavage.

You drop it on the floor, moving to take off your pants, "I would never leave you. Especially not like that.".

You lets them pool on the floor, looking at him to watch his reaction. He adjusts his posture, cock standing painfully tall.

You hook two fingers under the waistband of your slip, "I want to savour my delicious gift. I would be insane to walk away from you.", you slide them down, letting them drop between your feet.

You see his jaw clench, eyes savouring every inch of you.

Gracefully, you walk towards him, wasteing no time to straddle him again, letting his cock rest against your dripping heat. He throws his head back with a groan from the contact.

Your breath quickens too, it feels heavenly to finally feel him. You rocket your hips against him, your clit gliding up and down. His veins in contact with your sensitive bud makes you moan, head falling forwards to rest on his chest.

The chains poke against your forehead, so you tell him, "Remove them, all of it. I want to feel you.".

He obligates and vanishes his top and the chains, feeling his bare torso against you.

"Please-", he pants, feeling him buck his hips.

You have no objection to that, so you lift your hips and line him up. Slowly you sink down, feeling him stretch you like you have never been bofore. Both of you let out a deep moan, his cock twitching inside you.

Its almost hurts a little, which only adds to your excitement. You stay like that and look up into his eyes, dark of lust.

For a second you both you look into each others eyes when he asks, "Can I touch you?".

You nod, laying your arms around his neck. He greedily feels up and down your body, hips moving a little from excitement.

Then his exploring comes to a halt at the band of your bra, "Is it ok if I..?".

"Yes, do it.", you encourage and feel the clasp getting undone. He helps you take it off and flings is across the room, his hands cupping your breast.

He squeezes them and plays with your nipples, you buck your hips, moving in circular motions. Both of you moan at the feeling, his head sinking to your cleavage peppering small kisses all over it.

You cant take it anymore, you need to move, so you push yourself to have him in only by the tip, sinking down in a hard thrust. Its feels so good, you do it again and again, Lokis hands gripping your hips firmly, helping you with leverage.

You kiss, moaning into each others mouth. He starts meeting your thrusts as he gets desperate.

He begins to groan and thrust harder and harder, his veins and ridges gliding against your sweet spots, clit meeting his pelvis with every thrust.

"I- I'm close- is it ok if-", he groans out of gritted teeth so you interrupte him.

"Yes, its ok- let go-", you tell him, cupping his cheek to kiss him.

He tightens his hold on your grip, surely leaving little bruises behind, but you love the feel of it.

His thrusts get more desperate, erratic.

He stills, pushing you down on him as he spills inside of you.

You didnt come, but its ok, this was a true pleasure. He rides himself through his high and wraps his arms agroud you.

"This was so nice, thank you Loki.", you tell him, stroking his hot cheek.

"Was? Darling you did not finish, we are far from done here.", he tells you, cupping your cheek to look at you with a wicked smirk.

"You wanna keep going? But you just-", you question but he heckles.

"Oh we are miles from my limits. I am a god my dear.", he pecks your neck, trailing lower to your ear. He leaves bruising kisses there, your sex clenches at the feeling.

"Mmm, you like that hm?", he mumbles against your skin.

You stretch your neck for him to grand him better access.

"What do you want me to do with you? I am your gift.", he asks you.

"Just take me. Fuck me how you want to.", you groan, feeling the excitement reignite.

"Your wish is my command.", he grabs your waist and stands up with you.

Instinctively your arms and legs wrap around him. He walks over to the next free wall, pushing you against it carefully.

He takes your knees and pushes them up, holing you up and spreading you. His mouth starts to trail your throat, gently nipping at it.

You try to move your hips but fail, "Patience kitten.", he tells you firmly.

You whine at him but he ignores you, kissing your cleavage and speading hickeys all over it. Is he marking you?

Just as you think about it, he thrusts his hips, even his semi hards cock feels like heaven.

His seed spills out and you moan from the sudden pleasure as he keeps on thrusting, feeling him harden inside of you. His thrust stay in a slow rhythm, each thrust bottoming out iside of you.

"Lokii...", you moan.

He groans from your sounds, engulfing your lips with his as he changes his angle. He now hits your g spot perfectly, you cry out from the pleasure, moaning his name over and over.

You grip his shoulder and claw at his back with the other hand, needing to hold on to something. The coil in your stomach tightens, fast, and he can feel that.

"Thats right... say my name- youre squeezing me so well, gods-", he throws his head back and you admire his muscular neck, a vampires dream.

You are a moaning mess, wanting release but also not wanting this to end.

"Close- I'm... ahhh... please dont stop-", you keen feeling your limbst tingle. You sink your nails even deeper into his back pulling a gutteral moan from him.

"Come with me- for me Y/n.", he lets one of his hands leave the hollow of your knee and meets your clit, pressing down on it.

"Ah fuuuuck Lokiiii-", you climax as he starts stroking your clit.

Your channels clench around him, spurring on his orgasm, "Oh gods- fuck- s-so good-".

You feel him come inside of you, thusting into you deeply, holding himself there. He keeps moving his finger on your clit, prolonging your high.

"Your still milking me- your such a good girl-", he starts riding you both though your highs, only stopping when you cry out in overstimulation.

You sink your head to his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. He rests his chin on your head, calming down hilself.

After both of you have calmed down a little, he grabs your other knee again, walking you both to the shower. He sets you down, pulling out, and steadies you.

Your legs are jello but you can stand.

"That was amazing, best fuck ever. We should do that again some time.", you tell him honestly, makeing him chuckle.

"Oh trust me, we will. You are mine now.", he pecks your lips.

"You wanna date me?", you ask surpised.

"Well yes, except if you dont-", you shush him by kissing him, that should answer it.

You both take a shower and help each other clean up. Which may or may not have lead to him fingering you while cleaning you up.

He held you steady the whole time. Not beeing able to keep from kissing one another, the shower took a long time.

After you finally got out, both of you dried yourselfs. You already wanted to blow dry your hair when Loki dried his and your hair with him seiðr.

"Wait, couldnt you have just cleaned us up with your magic then?", you ask him suspiciously.

"Sure. But takeing a shower together was more fun.", he says, makeing a fingering motion with his fingers.

You giggle and slap his arm but your pussy got wet once again. He is holding your mind hostage and you started dating about an hour ago.

"Wait, did you put the chains on yourself? Why did you make them so tight and uncomftable?", you ask him.

"Yes I did. I wanted it to be realistic and I placed that one piece of it deliberatly to dig into me.", he smirks.

"Why would you do that?", you are a little dumbstruck.

"I was curious if you would notice and wanted to see what you would do.", he explains to you.

Your mouth forms a silent 'o' and you nod in understanding.

"Now, lets get ready, I want to take you somewhere.", he snaps his wist and both of you are clothed.

He is dressed in his black Gucci suit, the one you always longed to tear off his body. Sometimes dreams do come true, well, you have yet to take it off of him, but youre sure that can be arranged.

He dressed you in a black cocktail dress with no straps, leaving your collar bones free. It gives you a nice cleavage and the skirt is covered by a layer of tulle, small forest green accents stitched on it.

"Wow, its gorgeous Loki. And you look so handsome, I love that suit.", you tell him with a beaming smile.

"Well thank you darling. I really did a good job, that dress is fit for a queen like you.", he admires, spinning you around.

You giggle and wrap your arms around him, kissing him passionatly, loving, "Thank you Loki, honestly. You turned the worst birthday Ive ever had into the best.".

You see his eyes sprakle, "Now, lets go before I cant hold back from tearing that dress off.".

With a bit of protest you let him lead you to the rooftop, the elevator doors open and reaveal fairy lights, dance music and a bartender mixing drinks.

But also the whole team, shouting "Happy bithday!".

You are taken by surprise, your mouth dropping open as Tony hands you your favourite drink.

"You didnt forget?", you ask them getting teary eyed.

"No! Of course not! We thought it was a cruel plan, but my brother insisted on it.", Thor defends.

"He told us he had a plan and well- I think its clear what it was.", Tony says, gesturing to your neck.

Embarrassmemt floods you as you realize Lokis hickeys are at display for all the team to see.

"Yes. While that may be partly true-" Loki says and looks at you, whispering, "are you alright with me makeing it official?".

You answer him with a nod, getting more anxious to how they will react.

"We are now courting.", he announces, not beeing able to contain his excitement he smiles from cheek to cheek.

"Finally!", say Wanda and Nat in unision.

"Took you long enough brother. Congratulations.", booms Thor, strideing to him, clapping him on the back proudly.

You hear Loki groan very subtly at the harsh treatment.

Oh Thor, always miscalculating your strengh.

"While I cant understand it, congrats guys. Now, lets get this party started!", Tony says, turning to the bar.

And that is how Loki and you started dating.

And also the best birthday you ever had.

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[beautifulmakkaris]

would love to hear your buffy!chrissy headcannons if you're happy to share

anon i am so sorry, this ask has been in my inbox for WEEKS and i was simply a big dope and missed it

i would absolutely LOVE to share my buffy!chrissy headcanons, i love two (2) tiny blonde cheerleaders haunted by supernatural beings :)))

chrissy is chosen around 15 which is when her nightmares and hallucinations start... except they're actually prophecy dreams

everything we see happen with the main party is just the tip of the iceberg, every time shit goes down in stranger things they're dealing with the just one threat, chrissy is in the background dealing with EVERYTHING ELSE THATS GOING ON

chrissy is under pressure from every aspect of her life, from the cheer squad, from her mom, from jason and now from the watchers council

ooh maybe ms kelley the guidance counsellor is her watcher

or the cheer coach and being head cheerleader is cover for their training sessions, they're 'planning routines'

someone in the eddissy tag mentioned eddie as a vampire and i feel like he would be the perfect mix of angel and spike lmao like the softness of angel and the chains and leather of spike with maybe a smidgen of xander's comic relief (but not his misogyny)

eddie is actually pulling an edward cullen and constantly repeating senior year because he never graduated in life and doesn't know how to pretend to be an actual adult so just keeps being a senior until the school kicks him out and then he joins a new one lmao

y'all were pressed about the age gap before

she gets drawn into the vecna plot but snaps out of the trance thanks to her slayer abilities

as she drops to the floor eddie is freaking out and she's like man that isn't even the weirdest thing thats happened to me this week

she fully knows he's a vampire and the watchers council has been telling her to slay him for years but she always argues that he never actually hurts anyone......andhe'skindofcute

she arranged going to his trailer bc her watcher had finally demanded she slay him, but naturally she was instead planning on warning him so he could skip town except vecna ruined that plan

the bit in the bench scene where he like dramatically falls off the bench but he's like 'ugh you've staked me right in the heart' and she's like my dude how have you fooled everyone for so long

oh what if her 86 necklace was made of silver and the first time they kiss it burns against his collarbone and he doesn't even notice like angel with buffy's cross that one time

she thinks his hellfire club is actually training to fight demons and is very disappointed when she meets them all, despite their claims to have faced down monsters before

the party and chrissy fight about terminology ALL THE TIME

'we have to go into the upside down' 'you mean the hellmouth' '...no i mean the upside down' 'right...except its actually the hellmouth'

the party using their dnd names for things and chrissy being like 'demodogs? do you mean the hellhounds?' or 'why do you keep calling the blah blah blah demon a demogorgon :/'

dustin being like yeah so we've saved the town THREE times now and chrissy being like '...only three? that's cute'

she and nancy bond over their favourite weapons (chrissy has a 'mr pointy' stake and suggests nancy names her shotgun too)

chrissy definitely clocks that max is a potential and subtly tries to give her pointers before the fight

she hopes when she dies max doesn't get chosen as the next slayer because she doesn't want her to go through life like chrissy has, but maybe vecna is drawn to slayers because of their power and magical potency...

anyway i just think chrissy in her cheer uniform carrying a crossbow super nonchalantly would be super neat

bonus headcanon! robin becomes a witch and they're best friends and it's buffy and willow ok

[rottenbrainstuff]

Ooooh! This absolutely breaks my heart. This was too much for the tags so I’m just adding comments: sorry to clog up this post, lots of nerd thoughts below the cut:

I picked The Force Awakens, and it breaks my heart a lot to see so few people pick it. The fact that it’s even behind Revenge of the Sith, even Rogue One, the fact that it’s ON PAR WITH PHANTOM MENACE? My gosh. My heart.

I honestly think the backlash against TFA has less to do with the quality of the movie itself, and more to do with everyone’s negative reaction to the extremely poor conclusion to the trilogy, and it really poisoned everyone’s impression of the previous two movies which like…. Honestly, before TRoS came out, was very positive? At least from my corner of the fandom I was perched on?

Well let’s start from the beginning here. Picking one single Star Wars movie to save. That is so, so hard to decide. Personally, to me, my first thought is always Return of the Jedi, but I know that’s because of my own personal circumstances. You see when I was a kid, that was the only Star Wars movie I had a copy of, taped from tv by my parents. I never even saw the other two movies until I was an adult. To me, for 18 years, RotJ WAS Star Wars. I like the story. I like Luke all quiet and conflicted, I like Leia charging in to save her man and strangling Jabba the Hutt with his own chains, I like the Emperor and the dramatic conclusion and Luke redeeming his father and everything. Because I never saw A New Hope for so long, it never bothered me that the central goal of blowing up the Death Star 2.0 is too similar. I liked the ewoks because I was probably just at the right age for them.

I think it’s a great movie but it’s impossible for me to say how the fact that it was the only movie I saw for so long has biased me in its favour.

So I mean what about A New Hope then? That’s the one that started it all. It has a classic story structure, so classic we studied it in my film class in college. It’s our big intro to most of the characters we love, the one that started it all, and really the only one in the entire series that can exist by itself, with the plot perfectly able to stand alone without sequels or prequels, something none of the other trilogy movies have done since.

Myeh I dunno though. I recognize its importance as the one that started it all, but…. The Luke here is not the Luke I came to like, the lightsaber fight is… like… it’s laughable guys, I’m not going to pretend that it’s not, the budget is small, like, I mean, no disrespect, like I said this is the movie that started it all, and I think George Lucas had really creative filming ideas to get around the limitations of the time, I do, but I don’t get EXCITED about A New Hope.

(And empire strikes back: like myeh, this is an unpopular opinion but I honestly don’t really get the hype this movie gets. To me it feels like it is missing a beginning and an end, because it is, it’s the filling in a sandwich and it doesn’t work without its bread. And I like the events that happen in the other movies better. In fact I have a hard time remembering the exact plot of it sometimes. Yoda and cloud city, basically I guess. Myeh. I find it forgettable, tbh)

So no one likes The Force Awakens in 2024, cause everyone is so rightly upset at how Disney bungled the sequel trilogy as a whole. Ok fair. But go back in time. I grew up a Star Wars fan. And while I was in highschool, they announced they were making another trilogy! Holy shit! It had been something like ten years where we had nothing! Absolutely nothing! Everyone was so excited!

Look I know attitudes towards the prequel trilogy have softened a lot recently, but guys, if you weren’t there, it’s hard to express what a complete and total disappointment Phantom Menace was when it was released. No one liked it. It was too stupid for adults to enjoy, too boring for little kids to really enjoy, it was ugly, it was lazy, it had Jar Jar, like, I mean. Looking back now and viewing it as just one entry in a big sea of Star Wars things that are of extremely varying quality, sure, whatever. But when it first came out we were MAD. Each movie in the trilogy got a little better as they went, and honestly RotS is watchable, but guys, the prequels were initially regarded as a big fucking joke. They made documentaries about it. The only people who were Star Wars fans after that were kids who were watching the clone wars cartoons.

So then they announce that once again, they’re making more Star Wars movies. I was absolutely, 110% uninterested in seeing what bullshit they were going to churn out. Can’t express to you how uninterested I was. I vividly remember the first production photos I saw with Rey in her Jakku outfit wearing her sand shroud thingie and her goggles. No interest at all. It’s going to be another boring attempt to get everyone’s attention using a setting we are familiar with, but it’s going to have the completely wrong tone and look and not feel like Star Wars at all, and probably it’s also going to be aimed at kids, because at that time, like I said, kids watching clone wars were probably the biggest current fans.

But it was getting good reviews. And they cast Adam Driver, who looked so…. Weird to me. Like, he was not the bad guy I was expecting to see. I was curious, so I went to go see it in January.

And like

It felt like Star Wars.

In fact it was everything I ever wanted from a Star Wars movie. I had so much goddamned fun watching it in the theater.

The opening shots absolutely fucking hooked me. I knew immediately this movie was being made by people who knew what they were doing. The instantly likeable characters. Finn the compassionate stormtrooper, Poe the handsome hotshot pilot, Rey the little desert goblin, BB8, the cutest little droid, who I actually prefer to R2D2. And Kylo Ren, such an unusual and interesting bad guy.

Sure, the plot structure is very similar to A New Hope. But guys, you do realize, I mean first of all that’s not necessarily a bad thing, IMO, but second of all, they did that on purpose? The fanbase at the time had been so badly burned by the prequels, we needed assurance this new trilogy was going to be Star Wars again, and it was. Besides that though, the story was tight. The movie was perfectly paced, proper rise and fall of tension, funny jokes. Man even though I’ve seen this movie a million times, I still feel excited watching Finn and Poe escape in the tie fighter, I still laugh my head off when Finn meets Rey for the first time and she tries to kick his ass, I still love watching the fight in the forest and little Rey Nobody facing off against the spooky guy with the Jedi pedigree. I love the music, I love the lighting, I love the colours, I love the use of practical effects (like, don’t you guys remember how much we squealed over Rey’s instant bread?), I love Han and Leia back again, I love that they had a complicated past and not a boring perfect happily ever after. I love how excited it made me to see MORE. The only thing, the single thing, I didn’t like about the movie was how it showed Luke at the end. That was a mistake, and everything else was literally perfect. I loved these new characters and I wanted to see what happened next. I loved how the fandom all came together (minus the bizarre anti reylo bullshit). Like guys.

Come on.

I know the trilogy didn’t end up panning out and I know that’s a goddamned shame. I’m mad too. But like. Don’t throw TFA under the bus. Don’t you guys remember how much you used to like it?

Anyways. Obviously everyone is entitled to their own opinions and that’s ok. I just had to do something with my poor broken heart when I saw these results, so here it is. Don’t worry, TFA: I will always love you best.

Very important poll based on a debate I just had:

And the most important question:

WHY THAT ONE? -> tags

(Every reblog is another hour George Lucus must spend in hell wearing the sexy slave Leia outfit)

[jboofan]

Chances 27 EXO my ass

Chapter 27 EXO my ass

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Jungkook and the boys walked the entire vicinity of their area, searching for Bambam. They searched the local dog parks, café but they could find no trace of him.

"Let's try again in the morning huh?" Jin sighed exhausted, as Jungkook looked at the others guiltily. They'd all been looking for ages and it was nearing midnight.

"I just hope he's ok, that he comes home," he sniffed.

*

Bam grinned as YN opened the front door and motioned him to come in.

Taking off her shoes, she looked at him, with wipes ready to clean his feet.

"I don't know where you've been," she explained to the dog. "So we need to make sure you're nice and clean okay?"

Surprised that the dog was so complaint, he put forth a paw and stood still, tail wagging away as he was cleaned thoroughly.

"My name is YN. Bang YN and you are?" she kneeled down to look for a tag, but saw only the strong metal chain around its neck. "No name, I can't see how you don't have one...do you have an owner?"

YN looked at the dog, "how did you end up from my dreams to here? Do we," she shook her head, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but doggie who I've just found napping on my door step.. Do we know each other?" she crouched down beside it on the floor, slightly confused.

She rubbed it's soft fur, and found herself smiling. "We need to find your owner don't we?" she told it, "are you a girl or a boy?" The dog jumped in the air, as she laughed embarrassed.

"Oh damn, definitely a boy then!"

Bambam happily bound after her into the kitchen as she fed him chicken and ordered more dog supplies before disappearing into her room to change. He followed after her, looking for his kennel.

"Mianhe," she yawned coming in from the bathroom in her shorts and shirt. "Tomorrow I'll buy you new things okay?"

As though understanding, the warm brown-green eyes barked before padding across her mattress and snuggling up to her stomach where it rolled into a big ring, settling down to sleep.

"We'll try the vet first, see if you're microchipped," she yawned as she fell asleep.

**

Jungkook lay awake all night, mumbling to himself as Jimin and Taehyung bustled into his room with their pillows.

"Move over, we're staying here with you tonight," Taehyung grinned.

He knew they wanted to make sure he was ok, managed to get some sleep, and not to be left alone. Tonight he was thankful for it because he had no idea where his dog had gone.

"Why don't we hit up the places that were closed this evening, someone somewhere will have spent seen him. Bam is a smart dog," Jimin comforted him.

**

Jungkook bit his nails nervously as he picked up his phone, finally having managed to wrangle her number. He had left her with a strong impression, and then hadn't seen nor spoken to her in almost a week now. Not since his dog had gone missing.

They'd been busy with practice for their first home concert in two years, but he missed her. He missed Bam. And he wanted more than anything was to speak to her, knowing if he spoke to her it would make him feel better.

YN put off going to the vets again. Today was the fourth day she had found an excuse to put it off. The last few days, she had been genuinely busy, but down to sheer laziness she had convinced herself that the local vet surgery was probably too busy, and she had really taken to this dog that a part of her heart broke thinking that she could possibly lose him.

"I'll go tomorrow," she rubbed his coat clean, throwing the damp towel over her shoulder to the laundry bin, as she pulled a doggy bath robe over him, "I promise. You must have an owner, a real owner that's missing you." She felt guilty, but she put it aside for one last night with him.

**

"Can you please check that again?" she held the leash tighter, not sure if she heard the name correct the other four times.

"Madam, again," the receptionist confirmed, "the dog is registered to a J Jeon. And there is a contact number."

She took the number, scrunching up the paper as she shoved it into her pocket and continued out the door a final time.

"Geulaeseo," she sighed, "So, your name is Bam. And you aren't a figment of my imagination when it's likely I met you before everything happened huh?" she received a few funny looks as she continued to talk to the dog like it could answer her back.

"But how did you end up at my place? Do you know the way Bam? What am I even saying," she adjusted her mask as they got to her car.

"You're his, I can't believe it," she sighed.

The car beeped, the dog confidently got into the Ferrari, sticking it's head out the window, it's tongue flapping about as they weaved through afternoon Seoul traffic.

Jungkook couldn't believe it. Firstly how the hell did his dog end up there of all places, and secondly he certainly was living the good life.

Not one to lose, at well anything, he smirked.

Finally something that will get this girl's attention.

YN scoffed as she answered, locked and threw her phone besides her.

"Your Appa, is a lunatic Bam Ssi," she scoffed as the dog looked at her blankly before going back to his dinner. "I don't know how you put up with him."

She couldn't believe him. "Flash you? More like punch you so hard your life flashes before your eyes dumbass," YN flicked through her schedule for tomorrow and smiled. Tomorrow was another photoshoot and she had to get some rest.

Sure she'd been to other shoots, and had a strong enough industry profile before declaring her family to the world, but since the release of her album the offers has been stupid crazy.

Tomorrow was the FILA shoot, one she had been offered at the same time as BTS but had been too busy to photograph for. And now? Well, they'd also bought on another idol with her.

Pdogg had declared himself her temporary manager, rang her one last time for the evening.

"YN."

"Hyo-Won Hyung," she sang knowing how happy it made him.

"Tomorrow's shoot, with that pompous son of a b–"

"Forget him, what time do I need to be there?"

"I'll come grab you, we're heading there early for hair and make up."

"anything else?"

"That's it. Anything for me?"

"I've part adopted a dog, relax, I'm just telling you so you don't walk in and scream."

"You know I'm scared of dogs!"

"He won't hurt you," she rubbed behind Bam's ears as he shuffled up to her. "See you tomorrow."

"Hmm. Don't forget to lock the doors, sleep well and I'll see you tomorrow."

**

Jungkook wasn't sure if his latest idea was smart or just plain stupid but here we are.

It was past midnight, and as he punched in the combination to YN's front door, it slowly opened with a beep and then he was standing in her apartment hallway.

Bam was up as soon as the door opened, ears alert, teeth bared as he heard the footsteps.

"Good boy, so this is where you ran off too huh?" came Jungkook's voice in the dark calming the canine down. "Is mommy sleeping?" he whispered as he looked at the closed door.

Bam proceeded to strut towards his favourite spot between the kitchen and the bedrooms and got comfortable in his basket ignoring Jungkook as he removed his shoes.

"Night night buddy."

He pushed open the door and spied YN asleep. The faint scent of her perfume hung in the air, and he was so close to her he could taste the fragrance in his mouth.

Anxiety radiated through him as he walked. Stupid thoughts began to consume his mind. He should have been at the dorm, should have gone to sleep, right that minute but he didn't, instead he knocked on her door.

"Baby?" He tapped on the door, "you awake?" he said opening the door, the TV was still on. "Can we talk?" he asked as he looked over at the dimly lit room. As he neared he realised she was in her bed, tucked up fast asleep. 

Jungkook stepped back, turned the TV off and backed out toward the door, his bare foot brushing against her handbag, which was laying on its side, half the contents on the floor. His foot felt a crunch, bending down he picked up the packet and frowned, turning it over.

She was on medicines and so many painkillers??

"Plan B contraceptive pill?" he read it out the name on the foil strip, looked down and saw a small pill screw top jar. She's seeing somebody?

Thoughts ran through his mind at a hundred miles an hour. That explains the longer hair, the figure hugging outfits, even the fact she's more toned now. Some motherfucker was sleeping with his girl.

He squinted in the low light to read what the prescription label on another small jar said, some medical name he couldn't pronounce. He continued reading, "Sleeping tablets should be taken within half hour of sleep."

Jungkook looked to at her confused, "what the fuck is going on baby?" He looked at the jars, and the date of the prescription. This bottle showed last month's date, and half the bottle was empty. Was she hooked on pills? Who was she seeing? Cos it sure as hell wasn't him.

Angry, and jealous his top was pulled off in haste and before he could convince himself not to, he had slipped into the sheets and held his breath as YN turned over to face him, snuggling into his chest. Jungkook stroked her hair, and watched her long eyelashes fluttering as she slipped into deep sleep.

Jungkook's resolve was failing him, his fingers free of his usual jewellery, traced her jawline from her ear to her chin, moving slowly down her neck to rest on her collarbone.

It was just supposed to be one kiss. But one kiss turned into several wet kisses to unknowing lips, before his mind bereft of any common sense landed a kiss to her jawline. The same jawline that mocked him; convinced him it had been kissed by another, he leaned closer into her and hesitated as he saw her smooth neck.

He didn't want to get her in trouble, but he wasn't going to let this go. No way.

He undid several of her buttons and praised the Lord that she wasn't wearing a bra. Tempted as he was to pull those puppies free and suck them, till he himself fell asleep, he was raging inside.

Dick hard, he lowered himself til his face was parallel to her breasts and he began sucking diligently around each nipple. He sucked lightly and as he worked away, he pulled away to admire his work. A plethora of dark purple hickeys surrounded those plump erect nipples.

Pleased with his handiwork, he licked his lips before slowly sucking on her mouth, tracing his tongue across them before he stilled as a small groan escaped her, and she turned over onto her back.

"You need to be reminded you're mine babygirl," he smirked as he redressed, calming down as he kissed her forehead lightly and slid out the front door as quietly as he had sneaked in.

**

YN readied herself in quick deliberation on outfit choices as she grabbed the rest of Bam's things to head to the door. All morning she had been confused as to how she got that purple rash on her chest. It didn't hurt, but it was definitely going to leave a mark or several. They looked like hickeys, felt like hickeys and she had almost convinced herself they had manifested from her imagination when she spied a questionable oversized bomber jacket by the coat rack.

It wasn't hers, that was for sure. It didn't even need her to sniff it, just be in its general vicinity to recognise his scent.

"Jungkook," she growled lowly, "you're gonna pay for this.." as she plotted his demise.

*

"Ok let's take a break!" Hope spotted the others starting to flag. Their moves grew sloppy and when Jin started to complain about his bones feeling old it was time to stop.

"I'm just saying," Jin wiped his brow, "that when my knee starts to hurt it either means it's gonna rain, or something bad is gonna happen."

"Hyung, it's April. Nothing is gonna happen, if you're tired just say so hahah," Taehyung grinned.

"You brat," he groaned as he stood up, "don't ask me later to make you food."

Jin looked over at Jungkook, pink in the face, so tired he couldn't stop the dribble escaping the side of his mouth.

"Jungkook-ah you've been working so hard, I'm proud of you," he squeezed his shoulder. "You've been working even harder since YN came back, can't be a coincidence."

"Aniyo," he shook the sweat out of his eyes, "I've always worked hard. She just makes me want to work harder, that's all," he cleared his throat, dabbing his sweaty brow again.

"God Jungkook, sweating much?!" Yoongi grimaced as Jungkook shook out his sweaty locks like his pooch, spraying everyone nearby as Jin shouted about getting JK's sweat in his eyes.

"So how's things going?" Jimin lay on the floor in a puddle of his own sweat as Namjoon too sat huffing and puffing beside him.

"It not really, but I'm not giving up. Besides, we share a dog now," Jungkook smiled to himself, "I still don't know how Bam got there, but the boy did good."

He checked his phone, "Actually YN was supposed to be coming over with Bam..let's call her."

**

YN couldn't help but feel angry. She peeked at her chest as she changed, and having deliberated Jungkook's death several different ways zipped up her first outfit and waited for hair and make up to set up.

"YN," came a voice, having placed her on speaker, a tired but happy to hear from her voice. "I thought I was going to come and collect him in a bit? Or you were coming here?"

"I'm at a shoot so I don't know when I'll be done. And when I am, I'm gonna be done with you Jeon Dumbass."

Jungkook laughed nervously, "C'mon baby, you don't mean that."

"Tell that to the last guy that crossed me," she scoffed, "cos the bastard just walked in."

"Wait, who is your shoot with?"

"FILA."

"And?"

"Ka—"

"Don't. Don't utter another man's name in my presence babygirl. I'm gonna get pissed," he was sure the vein in his neck was about to double in size.

"What Kai? He isn't a man. He's a snake. And I'm about to cut his head off as soon as this thing is over."

"You need to keep away from him YN, just put some distance between you two."

"Yeah that ain't gonna happen amigo," they heard the photographer in the background shout out greetings and directions.

"YN?" Jin laughed, "Settle this debate for us, Jimin said he is your bias."

"What? I thought I was," Taehyung frowned.

"None of you are," she gave the phone to her manager and went off to stand in front of the first backdrop.

"Wait, what you mean we aren't?" Jungkook snatched his phone back off Jin, "YN? Who then? TXT? The Enhypen boys?"

"Hey JK, it's StrayKids obviously, but I'm sure you guys are a close second!" Pdogg tried to cheer them up, "But I gotta go - YN is doing the shoot now and her d-d-og is staring at me so I'm gonna end this call before it decides I'm it's next meal."

"That's Bam, he's our dog. Get her to call when I can pick him up later?"

They all heard a large pause, "Um, I would say maybe let her call you back. Like much later. I gotta go!"

"Wait is everything ok?" Jimin looked at Jungkook concerned at the rush to get off the phone.

"Um, not really. Her ex is here, and his whole band just turned up. So it's damage control time before it all gets out of hand!"

"Wait, she dated an idol?" Namjoon perked up interested in the latest news.

"Kai is a bitch. He didn't deserve YNnie then, and he sure as hell doesn't deserve her now."

"Well I say we all go down and show them that we are better!" Jin was on his feet, dusting himself off. "I refuse to be second to EXO!"

"Give them a chance to convince her to take him back? I think the fuck not!" Namjoon clapped his hands in agreement.

"Right guys, let's get suited and booted. We need to impress. Fuck rehearsals!" Hope screamed loudly.

"Pishh, Chanyeol a better rapper than me? I don't think so bitch," Yoongi was already by the front door, "I say we go rock up, support our girl and Jungkook is gonna show Kai that BTS cannot be beaten!"

Taehyung handed over the car keys, "No way are we losing YN to them!"

"We got this!" Jimin shouted rallying the troops out the door.

"EXO my ass!"

[gillianthecat]

There is no such thing as cheating in tag games, more music is a win!

I didn't recognize Paris Paloma's name, but I've heard that song before and its great. "Take It Away" is on my playlist that I've had on repeat for the past week, and of course everything Jeff Satur does is gold. "Fade" does feel very grounding - I'm glad it helped you! I just listened to Stray Kids for the first time (first time I knew it was them at least) to vote in your poll 😂

Elina is new to me, but you're right, I do like that song :-) I don't recognize The Maine, but I feel like I must have heard them before at some point. Either way it evokes a nostalgia in me too.

(also i hope it's ok that i accidentally turned your HiraKiyoi fanvid into a chain email for sharing songs!)

Last song tag:

I was tagged by @gillianthecat to share the last song I listened to. Unfortunately (or luckily depending on who you are) I am incapable of sharing just one song cause I am constantly listening to music if I’m not at work or watching a show, I’m listening it music. So I’m gonna share the songs I listened to today and yesterday. Well I wrote this yesterday so it's more like what I listened to yesterday and the day before. Enjoy:

Well first and foremost the actual last song I listened to is labour by Paris Paloma. I listened to this song on repeat as I walked to work today yesterday. It’s catchy and also it’s just…yes. If you grew up as a woman or present as a woman, I highly recommend this song. Just..trust me.

The next thing I’ve been listening to is 5-STAR by Stray Kids. The whole album. Just. Amazing. If you haven’t seen the music video for S-Class yet, trust me and watch it. It’s insane. Another of my favorites from the album is FNF.

Other songs I’ve been listening to:

Paper Planes - Elina (if you like Sinners by Lauren Aquilina, you’ll probably like this one)

Fade - Jeff Satur. And also the English version. I cannot stress enough how much this song means to me. Not only is it an excellent song but when I was in the midst of a massive panic attack a few weeks ago, this is the only song that managed to help keep me calm and ground me.

Take it Away - The About Youth theme

Everything I Ask For - The Maine

We All Roll Along - The Maine

The last two were specifically because I was feeling nostalgic. Anywayyy. I cheated but I’ve been listening to a lot of songs and bouncing back and forth between them that it only felt fair that I listed them all. So thanks again to @gillianthecat for tagging me because I clearly wanted to talk about songs and haven't.

I'm not gonna tag anyone specifically, but if you want to do it consider this me tagging you. But you gotta tag me if you do it so I can see what you're listening to and steal your listen to your songs too!