#They have bows they exchanged in their tails!

[simpforrooster]

actually, it’s captain.

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader

summary: request for @kpopgirlbtssvt. rooster’s girl is hit on by Top Gun students.

t/w: touch her, you d i e trope. cursing. mentions of alcohol.

Rooster leans against the bar, laughing at something Penny tells him. His jeans hang low on his hips, and he’s wearing the Hawaiian shirt you bought him for his birthday.

Rooster’s hand slaps the bar as he continues to howl. Penny and Mav exchange a look. Maverick murmurs something to Penny. Your guess would be “it wasn’t that funny.”

You throw back the rest of your drink. As your glass returns to the table, a group of men circle you, all clad in khaki. Must be new Top Gun recruits.

“What’s a pretty little gal like you sittin’ here alone for?” one of them asks you, his accent very similar to Hangman’s.

“Mind if we join ya?” the second asks. Before you can reply, two of the slide in across from you, while the one who spoke first sits next to you. His burly arm comes up around your shoulder. You stiffen under him, feeling small.

And not in the way you feel with Rooster. He makes you feel small, protected, but also empowered. This guy has a hold on you like he’s claiming you. Telling every other guy in the bar he plans on taking you home.

“This here’s Crane and Sorry,” he points to the two in front of you. “And you can call me Pleasure. As in, it’s a pleasure to meet you. As in, the way all ladies feel after a night with me.” He winks. He actually winks.

Your brain is so shocked, you can’t form words. You should take this guy’s arm and bend it behind your back, the way your dad taught you. You should give him on of your grade-a verbal lashings.

But you don’t. The sheer audacity of this man has you frozen.

You try to make eye contact with Rooster, but Pleasure’s frame blocks your view.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole.” Rooster’s voice makes a relieved breath come from your mouth. His tone of voice would make anyone run for the hills, but it leaves you full of wanting.

Pleasure chuckles, meeting Rooster’s gaze. “Actually, it’s Lieutenant.”

Crane and Sorry exchange an amused look. Rooster’s face is set in a hard line. He reaches for Pleasure’s bicep, ripping him from the booth.

“I said to get your hands off my girlfriend, asshole.” Rooster is a whole head taller than the aviator that just had himself draped on you.

“Shouldn’t leave your girl all alone, dick.” Pleasure tells him, bowing up. Rooster’s mouth pulls up on the left, giving him one of his infamous cocky smirks. Second only to Hangman’s.

“Actually, it’s Captain. And I hope to God you’re in one of my classes. Lieutenant.”

At this, you see Pleasure audibly gulp, knowing he’s fucked up. Rooster still has a death grip on his arm.

“Come on, man. Make my day,” the words come out laced with venom.

Before things can get out of hand, you hop out of the booth and high tail it to Penny. Quickly giving her a synopsis, she rings the bell, signaling these guys need to be thrown out. Hangman, Omaha, and Coyote each grab one of the guys and drag them to the exit.

Rooster joins you at the bar, taking your face in his hands. Those brown eyes roam over you, searching.

Your hands come up to cradle his face, “Roos, I’m fine.”

“When I saw him draped over you, I saw red. Nobody touches my girl.” He leans down to place a kiss against your temple. Rooster’s words have your toes curling in your shoes. You’ve never seen this side of him.

You lower your hands to his shoulders, threading one of them in his curly hair that’s definitely longer than Military regulation.

“You’re the only one I want touching me,” you murmur in his ear, your face flushing.

“Yeah?” he murmurs back.

Not trusting your voice to not come out completely needy, you nod.

“Come on, guys. Quit being disgusting,” Maverick says to the two of you, feigning gagging.

Penny pops his hand over the bar, eliciting a laugh from him.

Rooster ignores him, placing a deep kiss onto your mouth.

“Take me home, baby,” you say, taking in those brown eyes.

“I don’t know, pretty girl, I don’t think I can get further than the Bronco,” he winks.

masterlist.

[thebusybumblebee]

You Thought You Were So Clever

You'd heard whispers of great riches for those willing to take the risk. Make the right deal with the fae in the forests, and one could walk away set for life. You go when the sun starts to dip just below the horizon. Summer heat is just cooling down. A pleasant breeze kisses your face. Fireflies are already bobbing between bushes and branches. There's so many despite the season coming to a close soon. In fact, there are almost too many. They surround you, the bio-luminescent bugs creating a trail for you to follow. The trails turn and twist deeper and deeper into the woods. The sky grows darker, the air colder. When you're finally in a clearing, even the breeze has stopped. The fireflies disappear, leaving only the moonlight for the shadows to flicker in. Silence is all-consuming. The ringing in your ears grows until you think you might turn tail and give up this venture. "My, my," a voice whispers on the wind. "It's been so long since we've had a visitor." You turn this way and that, straining to find the source of the voice. Another voice, closer, muses, "much too long. Poor little lamb seems lost." Before you can think better of it, you call out, "I came to make a deal." A cacophony of sounds pick up with the sudden return of the winds. You cover your ears trying to block it out. The wind settles in one final gasp. You open your eyes. What was an empty, dark clearing has been transformed. You find yourself in the midst of a party. Lanterns are strung from the trees. Fae are dancing and mingling by fires. In the center, there is a table heavy with food and drink. It's a miracle the legs aren't bowing under the weight of it all. A fae, tall and lithe, strides over. "Welcome, little lamb." You begin again about deals and bargains. "Hush," they coo. Their nails trace up your neck until they hold your chin. "We've so missed having a human to entertain us. In exchange for your company, we will send you off with more gold and riches than you can walk away with just as soon as the feast is over." You nod. It's a simple deal: spend time with the fae and you'd be made. The fae smiles wide and leads you to a seat. The chair is sturdy, lavish even. A golden plate is pressed into your hand. All kinds of food fill the surface. You can't quite recognize some of it, but you're tantalized all the same. Fruit juices coat your mouth, the flavor blooming across your tongue. Hot, yeasty rolls in butter help sop up the many sauces you try. Bread pudding and liquor cut some of the savory flavors before you return to the cuts of meat laid out for you to try. Fae-folk flit in and out of conversation. They're charming and polite, always smiling and refilling your plate and cup. You can't say how much time has passed or how long you've been at the table. There's a point where everything seems warmer. Sweat drips down your face. Why were you breathing so heavily? You pull at your shirt collar to try and loosen it. The fae simply disrobe you. "It's a party," they say. "Don't think so hard." So you don't. You must get tired at some point too, because it's getting harder to lift your arms. It seems like it'd be hard to leave this seat, even if it is more cramped than you remember. You try to lean forward to grab your cup again. Though, try as you might, your fingertips can hardly reach it. The cup topples over. The clatter awakens you from your stupor. It’s as though a veil had suddenly been lifted.

Whatever cotton was dulling your senses can no longer hide what has happened to you. Your arms have plumped up like the hams on the table with fingers resembling sausages. Your hips must have spread across the seat too, because you can feel the arms of the chair gripping your love handles more surely than any lover ever has. You try to look down, but your thicker neck and double chin have to fight for space. A plumper chest greets you. The largest change was the heavy belly that crested beyond your knees. It was burgeoning with all the delicacies you’d been plied and stuffed with all evening. With a small hint of dread, you realize you’re still hungry.

“How long have I been here? When will this end?” You fret and try to rise from your seat. The fae that greeted you puts a hand to your belly. Their touch is appraising, paired with a gaze filled with a hunger of their own.

“It seems our lamb isn’t so little anymore,” they tease. Already, other fae start preparing more plates for their guest.

“When is the party over?” You ask again. You’re met with smirks and snickers all around.

“Oh, darling,” their voice drips with faux sympathy. “Here, in this realm, the party is never over.” You feel a cold chill down your back, but don’t fight the cup being brought to your lips again. As the spiced, warm cider flows down your throat, you find your thoughts flowing away too. The last realization you have is that any gold would be too much to walk away with when soon you won't be able to walk at all. You thought you were so clever.

[puppyplayhouse]

Gifts and Giving

Pairing: Dragon Hybrid Jeongin x AFAB Puppy Hybrid Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Double dragon dicks, DVP, gift exchange, praise, dirty talk, affectionate degradation, fingering, fisting, creampie, sloppy kissing, SO many pet names, fucking on the table, scales, no pronouns used to reference Reader.

Word Count: 2149

Synopsis: Your beloved dragon is constantly showering you in gifts to show his affection. When you return the favour, it effects him in more ways than one.

Note: long awaited! Decided to finish it when I had 0 cell service. Posting while I have some so y'all can enjoy! I DIDNT PROOF READ!

"Puppy~"

A whistle echoes through your apartment, immediately breaking the focus you had been dedicating to your current game quest.

You can't get your headphones off quick enough, eagerly running down the hall and slipping on the hard wood floors, effectively tackling the elegant man standing in front of the door kicking his boots off.

He's quick to catch you, thankfully. You do this every day and he knows exactly what the expect by now, humming softly as you nuzzle into his neck, curled tail wagging a mile a minute as your fluffy ears tickle his chin, his own serpentine tail swaying calmly back and forth.

You feel a firm tap on your hips, moving back just enough to eye him with curiosity as he holds up a neatly wrapped parcel, the silver paper and perfectly tied bow telling you this was a special one as you greedily grab it from him, bounding over to the table to unwrap it. You were never scolded for this behaviour. There was nothing your sweet dragon loved more than your continued excitement for his daily gifts, and really, it was his fault for spoiling you so much.

The tearing of paper catches his sensitive ears, his attention on the fridge in front of him as he busies himself pouring you both a drink, only smiling with satisfaction when he hears you squeal, tail thumping against your chair rhythmically.

"INNIE!!! It's so PRETTY! I LOVE IT!" You're far louder than necessary, but he simply sets your drink infront of you and leans down to kiss your forehead, watching as you eye the thin metal choker, the tag connected to the middle glimmering with sparkling stones. His name was engraved delicately in the middle of it, a small paw charm clinking against the tag when it moved.

"It's been a minute since I got you a new one, hm?"

You're distracted by the shine, only nodding for a moment before your focus switches and you're out of your chair before he can process it, running down the haul and returning a moment later with a large wrapped box.

"I actually made you something!"

He's expression becomes curious as you set the box in front of him, the wrapping paper decorated with hundreds of hand drawn hearts that he almost feels bad for tearing despite his attempts to be delicate with it.

The room is completely silent as the lid is removed and hands find soft, thick wool as he examines the gift, your mind racing as you try to figure out what he's thinking.

"Do you like it?" You ask anxiously, the handmade cardigan having taken you over a month to finish, various panels of paw prints and flowers all merged together to create a rather eclectic piece that truthfully, you weren't sure he'd enjoy.

It's still silent when he carefully folds the cardigan back up and returns it to its box, pushing it away slightly as he walks toward you.

"It's okay if you don't like it, I just wa-" You're cut off by his lips pressing firmly to yours, your hands quickly finding purchase on the patch of sensitive scales that cover parts of each of his forearms and earning a deep, pleased groan.

"You're so fucking sweet. Too sweet."

His voice is a strained growl, his words practically spilling into your mouth due to his unwillingness to pull away properly, his hands resting on each of your cheeks.

The affection flooding him is overwhelming at a minimum, his instincts screaming at him to do something, to do anything, to return your beautifully thoughtful gift.

You're too focused on kissing him to notice how his hands move to your thighs, his body crowding you back to the edge of the heavy wooden table before shifting you up onto it, his kiss becoming less measured and messier as he pants into your mouth.

"So good to me. Such a good puppy for me."

You intentionally brush your hands over the small scales on the back of his neck as your arms drape over his shoulders, taking full advantage of every sensitive patch of iridescent blues and green.

"You spoil me. Wanna do the same for you."

Getting your words out clearly is close to impossible with his kisses trailing along your jaw and down to your neck, his sharp teeth nipping dangerously at the skin to send a thrill of excitement through you.

"My mate. Have to spoil you." His own words slur together, his eyelids growing heavy with lust as his hands wander over your thighs, claw-like nails dragging along soft skin as your thighs spread wider, welcoming his advances.

"So beautiful. My best treasure. My prettiest."

He's rambling breathlessly, nipping and sucking at every inch of exposed skin only serving to push you further into the embrace of your own instincts, your hands finding his hips to pull him closer to you.

A loud whine leaves your lips, your pleading eyes staring up at him, sending another overwhelming rush of need coursing through him.

"What is it, baby?" He knows you don't whine for nothing, but he's too far gone to make any guesses. "What do you want? Anything you need, angel. Wanna make you happy."

You whine again, hands drifting across another sensitive row of scales.

"Both..."

He can barely hear you, frowning as he tilts your face up from where your focus had been locked on his bulge.

"Hm? Can you speak up for me, baby?"

He almost laughs when you growl at him, huffing as if he should be able to read your mind.

"Both." You speak up a little, ensuring he can hear you despite the heat that radiates from your body when you do so. "Want both."

A hint of pride sparkles in his eyes, a soft kiss pressing to your forehead.

"Both? Puppy, you can't take both."

A determined scowl graces your features, and your pout intensifies in an attempt to crack him.

"You said anything, right? Please, Innie. I'll be good. Won't complain even a lil bit. Can't we try?"

It doesn't take much. He DID say he'd give you anything you wanted, after all.

A soft smack to your thigh tells you to scoot forward just a tiny bit more, his zipper tugged down with ease to give you better view of the unique bulge in his briefs that has your tail wagging faster, drool pooling in your mouth as you squirm against it, amused laughter filling your ears as he nips at the sensitive skin of your neck with dangerously sharp teeth.

"Are you SURE you wanna try both? Sometimes even one is too much for you, pup."

Your grumbling is too cute, a mixture of growls and whines making him laugh, his heart flooded once again with pure, unbridled adoration.

"Okay, okay. I get it."

He tugs your pants and underwear off quickly, eager to see exactly how much you could handle as you're graced with the sight of two magnificent dicks, beautiful blue and green scales scattered around the base. You've seen them hundreds of times by now, but they never fail to mesmerise you.

You reach down on instinct, dragging your palm over the lower appendage before the top one, whining and whimpering in Jeongins ear until he nips your neck in warning, his fingers grazing over your dripping slit before two circles your entrance, barely pressing inside.

"You're gonna be good, right? No complaining that it's too much?"

His voice is like silk enveloping your body and youre nodding in agreement before he can finish his sentence, pressing forward slightly to encourage him.

"I'll be good, Innie. I'll be so good."

He smiles warmly, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he carefully slides his fingers inside your entrance, slowly dipping them in and out until they're deep enough for him to massage your gspot, basking in your pleasure fueled whimpers.

"You tell me when you're ready for more, okay?"

His patience is truly one of his best qualities and he's thankful he's mastered the art of waiting, holding out against the raging urge to force both cocks inside your willing hole.

"Please, baby."

He expected nothing less. You're soaked and desperate like always, relaxed and pliant to make it easy for him to stretch you out, a third finger sliding in beside the others.

"Baby, you're gonna have to take my whole hand if you want to have any chance of taking my cocks. Do you think you can handle that?"

You're confidence doesn't waiver, your fingers wrapping around one of his dicks and stroking slowly.

"Can take it. Need it."

A sound that is barely a whimper leaves your throat as he manoeuvres his thumb and pinky finger in with the rest, effectively fisting you but a little more gentle than such an act would imply, focused solely on helping you accommodate the impending double penetration.

"You're doin' so good puppy. Fuck, my precious angel. Pretty lil cunt is always ready for me. Gonna stuff it nice and full for you."

Your eyes are wide with excitement when he finally slips his fingers out of you, the wetness of his hand finding your hip making you shiver for a moment as he guides just one of his dicks to your entrance, slowly pressing it inside. You're almost shaking with anticipation, giddy and nervous for what's to come next whilst also choking on your breath from how good it feels to have his thick, warm cock filling you up.

He leans down to kiss your slowly, lapping into your mouth and trailing his kisses down to your jaw then your neck as he groans deeply.

"Gonna feel so good. Fuck, I've thought about this so much..."

Its a nervous confession, almost as if he feels guilty for wanting this as much as you do.

You can hear it in his tone and tug him back up by his hair so you can kiss him less gently, almost drooling into the kiss until his apprehension dissipates, leaving room for nothing but pure, primal desire. He wants to claim you. To fill his mate and make you moan and writhe in pleasure.

"Innie, c'mon." You pout against his lips. "Don't make me wait."

The growl that tears through his throat is unbearably sexy, both his hands now firmly planted on your hips as the second cock nudges at your full cunt, his hips pressing back and forth slowly until they're both able to slip in, a slight sting quickly dulled by pure, unimaginable pleasure as you're stretched wider than ever before, each drag of his cock sending thrums of pleasure straight through your body, unable to make a single noise as you gasp for air.

"You're okay, baby. You're so good. Such a good bitch for me. My fucking jewel."

His pace is slow but with firm pressure as he allows you to adjust to the overwhelming sensations until youre able to breath deeper, soft whimpers flooding his ears once again, reassuring him that its okay to go a little harder and faster.

"O-oh fuck... holy fuck..."

You're rambling mindlessly, squeezing his cocks and staring up at him with watery eyes.

"M-more. Harder... please..."

Who is he to deny his sweet pup? He pushes down on your chest, making you lay flat on the table as his grip tightens, pulling you onto his cock with every thrust to force him deeper. It's almost painful, stretched to your limit and fucked relentlessly. But it feels too fucking good to care.

"Take my fuckin' dicks. You're so greedy, you know that? So fuckin' desperate. Always wanting to be filled like you're in - fuck - in heat!"

The words aren't harsh by any means. They're laced with pride and affection, his eyes never once leaving yours.

"So fuckin' happy I'm yours. So good to me. God, I love you."

He's so close, and he can feel your walls pulsing around him so he's sure you are too. His thumb finds your clit with ease, rubbing small circles to push you over the edge, his hips stuttering when you cum around him, his tongue shoving its way into your gasping mouth as he follows suit, both cocks flooding you full of his cum, thick and sticky as it overflows and drips down your cunt toward your ass.

The sound of you both gasping and panting is loud in the quiet room, but there's an air of peace that makes you giggle, your nose bumping against his as you peck his lips.

"Did I do good?" You mutter, your voice a little hoarse and sleepy.

He laughs, reaching for your panties as he pulls out, using them to awkwardly clean some of his release as it leaks steadily from you.

"You did incredibly well, angel. Let's run a you a bath, hm?"

[alwayscorvus]

Forced Marriage

Forced Marriage

Jing Yuan x male reader, fluff;

This day has finally come. Day when you and Jing Yuan were going to get married and fulfill your parents' promise.

Several years had passed since signing the agreement as children. Your parents long gone from this world. You both have earned a good name for yourselves. But despite the huge period of time and all your achievements, you have forgotten about one and most important thing. Or you may have actually done it on purpose. You haven't built a bond expected for future partners. You haven't gotten to know each other. You haven't even met. Not counting a few important occasions, banquets or incidents, at which you never exchanged more than two sentences. You knew your current appearance only from paintings.

But now it was all about to change.

You adjusted the collar of your white shirt in the mirror and sent your reflection a hesitant glance.

Suddenly you heard a creak of an opening door. You turned rapidly and your eyes caught a glimpse of a figure of the man that you were supposed to marry in next few hours.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. Weirdly terrified. A feeling once completely unfamiliar to you.

You kept watching as Jing Yuan made his way down the grand, snowy white, marble staircase, positioned in the center of the room. He was moving with incredible elegance. His hips gently swayed from side to side in the rhythm of lions' tails that confidently hunted his prey.

Right behind your fiancé his butler followed. His movements were much more clumsy, struggling to keep up with his master.

-It's a honor.

Said Jing Yuan, bowing low as he finally managed to reach you.

-My pleasure.

You answered with a fake confidence. You weren't sure what to do with yourself. Should you shake his hand? Give him a hug? Confess for how long you had been looking forward to this meeting? After all, you were going to spend the rest of your lives together. Completely inseparable.

Jing Yuan, however, seemed cold and reserved. Completely different from the descriptions. Although his face didn't show much, man didn't fail to send you an unfriendly glance.

You rubbed your sweaty palms against the sides of your suit pants. You really can't remember the last time you were so nervous. Have you ever been this way? Even when handling the biggest contracts on which your family's good name depended, you weren't this worried. Today, however, was very different. As well as the entire last week for which you couldn't sleep.

-Misses Xiǎo Huì probably warned you that it's not gonna be anything big. Everyone will find out about our new status eventually, but I don't want to make a ceremony that shakes whole Xianzhou Luofu. I prefer to let this matter pass as quietly as possible. We came to the conclusion that my marriage... precisely this marriage, may not have the best impact on my position as Charioteer.

Ah, of course. Over those past years since Jing Yuan was a small child, he was able to completely turn around his family's luck and become a Charioteer. He chose a path completely different from his origins.

While you were enriching and expanding a company passed down from generation to generation, he was starting from an absolute scratch. Literally. Because at the time all his family had to offer were debts.

Although you admired his achievements and hard work, you probably would have preferred if he had remained as an ordinary, average Jing Yuan. Or at least if he hadn't been in charge of all citizens… That would have been much more simpler…

Ceremony passed quickly. Too quickly. Whole concept was so abstract to you that you weren't even able to recall whole time spent on all activities. At first you didn't want to interfere in the course of your wedding. You thought that you would let Jing Yuan take the lead and carry it out in any way he wished. However now, you regretted that deeply.

Before you knew it, you got your blessings from all the important figures in Xianzhou Luofu and beyond. While your hands grabbed brushes and signed all needed paperwork.

In the end, inspired by a foreign tradition, you exchanged rings. You needed something that at first glance symbolized and proved your relationship.

However, your movements were completely automatic and not tainted by any feeling. Deep in your soul you laughed bitterly at this.

-This is our shared bedroom - he announced, pointing at the room with a gentle nod.

You looked around in astonishment.

Huge, shadowed bedroom, without any natural light source. Only with candles alone. Candles that emitted a cozy warmth. In theory.

Major attention was focused on a large canopy bed placed in the center. Covered with thick layers of duvets in plum and burgundy colors. Whole place almost screamed with splendor. And was definitely different from a traditional bedroom in these regions. It was most likely a former guest room for high-ranked foreign heads, who felt uncomfortable in an unfamiliar environment.

And this suggested that Jing Yuan didn't want to sacrifice his private bedroom for your shared abode.

-Of course, only for now. Until public interest dies down. If something were to leak outside the gates of this building, we would probably prefer for it to not be an unfavourable gossip, right? -he asked almost cockily- I think that in a few months… Maybe a year or two. We will be able to split up and go our separate ways. I'll take one wing and you will take the other. We'll pretend that it's more convenient for our work. Although… I don't think we'll have to pretend.

You were stunned.

So this is how your marriage was supposed to look like…

-But isn't that better? I mean... you know, you don't even swing that way.

You had just finished venting about your worries over a bottle of soju, when your friend decided to bring you back to reality.

You looked at him dumbfounded. But still, you let him continue. Especially after he poured you another glass.

-Since he is not really interested and calls it just a deal, you can treat it like that too. Say that in the eyes of the public you will play a perfect, compatible marriage couple, and in your own four walls you will lead separate lives. You will find yourself some nice chick, flatter her a little bit and-

You growled in disappointment.

-First of all: fact that Jing Yuan is a man is actually the least of my problems. Secondly, I'm not a cheater. Even if for him it's just an arrangement, for me it's still a certified marriage signed by two fully aware people. Even if nothing happens between us I'm not planning to find anyone else.

Your friend just waved his hand at this and ordered another two bottles of drink from a passing by waitress.

-Do you want something more to eat? - he looked at you with expectation. You merely nodded. You didn't care about the food. You wanted to get back to looking for a solution to your problem as soon as possible - In that case I'll ask for another set of what we had before and maybe some more pork this time. Okay, cutie?

He gave a waitress a charming smile, and she, wholly covered in blush, curtsied and quickly ran off towards the kitchen. At the same time, you kept your focus on the slowly cooling grill that decorated the center of a table.

-Ahhh-… cause you always choose the path of this hopeless romantic. And where did that get you? -he pointed at you with disapproval- Look where you are now.

Your head collapsed on your hands, that were laying on the table. You started doubting the point of this meeting.

-Better tell me what to do to "get out of this place".

-I mean- you can wait, be patient. You can play the perfect and understanding partner, hoping that Jing Yuan will one day reciprocate your feelings. But that may take years, or worse, never even happen. And you-… just look at yourself. You are helpless. Lets be honest, you aren't patient. Or at least not anymore in that case. Especially after so many years of waiting. So we need to try a different approach.

-But what kind of?

-Well… -man smiled menacingly- Time for a shock therapy.

"If you are legalny his husband and if you want to be his husband just act as his husband. In the end he doesn't really care."

You weren't sure if this was the best advice you'd ever heard, but you still decided to get swept away.

Which led you to this very moment.

-I promise, I'm gonna be gentle.

Jing Yuan looked at you with suspicion.

-It's not like I'm gonna do anything bad to you - you said slightly devastated- We are partners, remember?

Jing Yuan only furrowed his eyebrows more. He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight from leg to leg. Behind his back you could almost see an imaginary lion's tail that dangerously wagged in rhythm of Jing Yuan's excessive stomping. It wasn't hard to see that your husband was now seriously considering all the pros and cons. When you waited like on tenterhooks, clenching your thumbs tightly.

-Alright.

He decided dryly and without a long delay sat down on the edge of your shared bed. Probably out of all ideas and demands that you could come up with, this one was not the worst and relatively harmless.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you took a seat right behind his back in the blink of an eye.

With shaking hands you grabbed the ribbon that kept his hair tied. You pulled on it gently. Ribbon untied itself smoothly and slipped onto a duvet, without much resistance. Hair, that had been pinned up for whole this time, gracefully spilled on all sides. Thrilled with admiration, you began to gently caress them. In touch they resembled a most expensive silk. They were so delicate that they were just slipping through your hands. You dipped deeper into the snow-white ocean, feeling so pleasant that you wished for it to never stop.

-Do you ever plan to start? -he asked without much patience.

Startled, you almost jumped up. You completely lost yourself in the pleasure, forgetting what you were actually supposed to do.

You grabbed a comb and separated a small part of Jing Yuan's hair.

-How many braids will be fine?

-Do as you wish.

He waved his hand as if shooing away an annoying bug. Jing Yuan probably wasn't aware of your capabilities and had already put himself in a losing position for today. You cheered deeply at that. Since you didn't get a limit you won't restrict yourself either. You will prolong the moment as much as possible.

As you brushed his hair, you also gently massaged his head, which apparently must have appealed to him. Because after a few minutes he forgot to hold back and kept bringing his head closer towards your hand, whenever it moved just a little bit away.

Maybe your ears were playing tricks on you, but you could have swear that in every few minutes you heard a quiet cat's purr.

But you didn't even dare to bring up this subject.

-Huì Fēn?

Jing Yuan's butler paused his hand on a doorknob and turned towards you surprised.

-May I have a question for you?

Trying to relax and focus your attention on something else you began to blindly sort through the papers that were lying on your desk.

-Of course, Sir. How can I help you?

He quickly straightened himself and clasped his hands behind his back.

-It's about Jing Yuan.

Butler's face instantly turned pale.

-I know you have been by his side for many years, you met while you were still in the army… He can always count on your and he has a great trust in you. He has surely entrusted you with more than one secret…

-What do you want to imply by this, Sir? -eventually, he was unable to endure your words. Although his voice was still flawlessly calm.

-Does-… does Jing Yuan have someone? Or-… had someone?

Butler looked at you slightly stunned.

-I can swear that if it's true I won't do any harm to any of them. I just-… I just want to know…

You threw your hands and slightly depressed, sank onto a wooden furniture. You knew that Huì Fēn was not on your side. That he could have told you anything. And lie without hesitation. Anything to avoid harming his rightful Master. And moreover, to help him as much as possible.

But slowly you were beginning to feel exhausted. Long weeks started to pass since your wedding.

Huì Fēn smiled at you with pity.

-If it's about that, I can certainly assure you that you don't need to worry, Sir. Master Jing Yuan has never opened his heart to anyone. And that's what may be your biggest problem, Sir…

Your friend was right. After all, you weren't into men.

Sure, because of a contract made by your parents, you never got yourself into a relationship with anyone. But if you were to hang your eyes on someone in the past, before meeting Jing Yuan, it were always the females. You never imagined yourself with a man before, but you understood that it was bound to happen. And the fact that this someone was your spouse made this act seem neither so distant nor so unpleasant. Slowly, you even began to convince yourself to it. And you weren't doing it against your will. Jing Yuan was actually starting to attract you, despite his flaws, despite his cold attitude towards your relationship. Your feelings were above such a mere things as gender.

You turned from side to side. You really couldn't fall asleep. At first, Jing Yuan stayed up late studying papers and defense plans spread all over the bed. Which actually was your fault, since you insisted on him not doing this in his office but beside you. And after, when he finally decided to go to sleep, your started to overthink.

You almost wanted to growl out of frustration.

However, time to put the next stage of your plan into action has come.

Recent events didn't really bring Jing Yuan close to you, even when there were a lot of them, especially at shared meals.

But you won't give up so easily.

Somewhat timidly you began to move towards your partner. Slowly testing the waters. At first it seemed that you would succeed without any difficulties. At the end, however, things took a different turn.

-Despite so many layers of sheets, you are going to pretend that you got cold?

His clear voice pierced through the entire bedroom and echoed in a silent night. Yet Jing Yuan didn't even budge by millimeter. He also didn't turn to face you.

-So that's why there are so many of them? You wanted to separate yourself from me by them?

Jing Yuan didn't respond to that.

Seeing no objection, you gently lifted your left hand and put it on the sheets where his waist was. Successfully moving a couple inches closer and snuggling your chest into his back.

-You're really hoping that I'll get used to your presence and that's how you'll make me fall in love with you?

He worked you out. And at the same time he was so calm.

-So you give in to the possibility of falling in love with me?

Jing Yuan didn't say anything more. Nor did he push off your hand or move away.

That's not the end of the story…

I will write a sequel someday, but for the time being I don't have a slightest idea when it will happen. So it may take a long time...

[heliosunny]

Hello!!

I absolutely loved your Phainon x Siren and I was hoping you could do something like that with Anaxa as a pirate, and he finds Siren!Reader washed up on the shore. I feel the eyepatch that Anaxa has really feels like a pirate. Only if your comfortable with it!!! Thank youu

Yandere!Pirate!Anaxa x Siren!Reader

The salty wind whipped through your tangled hair as you gasped awake, throat raw and lungs aching. Waves licked at your bruised form. You had been washed ashore, the storm dragging you from the depths against your will. The sand clung to your skin, and exhaustion weighed down your limbs like chains.

“You’re awake.”

You forced your blurry vision to focus. A man stood above you, dressed in the garb of a pirate.

“You’re a siren, aren’t you?” he mused, crouching down to your level. His fingers reached forward, brushing against your cheek. You recoiled. “Not so strong now, are we?”

“Leave me be.”

He chuckled. “Oh no, no, no. I don’t think I will.” He pulled out a rolled-up map and tossed it onto the sand before you. “See this? It leads to something I desire. A treasure—one that only a creature of the sea can help me find.” His smirk widened, “Call me Anaxa. Help me, and I’ll let you go.”

Your stomach twisted painfully, hunger clawing at your insides. You could barely think, let alone negotiate. “…I can’t even move” you admitted, glaring up at him. “I’m starving.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he stood. “How inconvenient.” He turned his head slightly, calling out to one of his men. “You. Come here.”

A burly pirate stepped forward, confused but obedient. “Captain?”

Without hesitation, the man raised his pistol and fired. The deafening crack split the air. Blood sprayed across the sand, and the pirate crumpled, dead before he hit the ground.

Your kind had seen humans kill before, but this? This was different. There was no hesitation. No remorse.

Anaxa nudged the lifeless body toward you with the tip of his boot. “Eat.”

“You… you expect me to—?”

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” He tilted his head, “I need you strong. So eat.”

Slowly, you leaned forward. Your sharp nails dug into the fresh corpse, and the moment the scent of blood filled your senses, your instincts took over. You feasted, feeling warmth return to your limbs, your power thrumming beneath your skin once more.

When you were done, you wiped your mouth and stood, stretching out your limbs. Your body shifted, your tail receding, scales smoothing into soft skin. In moments, you stood before him, human in appearance.

Anaxa let out a low whistle. “Impressive.”

You crossed your arms. “You have my strength now. But we need to talk about my freedom.”

He grinned. “Oh, I’m all ears.”

And thus, the real negotiations began.

The deck of the ship was alive with movement, men scrambling to their stations as the ocean stretched endlessly around them. The ship—The Black Hydra—was a monstrous vessel, her black sails cutting through the wind.

You stood at the bow, eyes locked on the horizon. The sea spoke in whispers only you could hear, the currents shifting like threads of fate beneath the ship. The treasure Anaxa sought was hidden deep within the heart of the ocean, protected by treacherous tides and creatures far worse than men. But you knew the way.

With a deep breath, you raised your hand, feeling the pulse of the water below. "Head northwest" you called over your shoulder. "The current will carry us faster there."

The crew, hardened pirates with weathered faces, exchanged glances before turning to their captain.

Anaxa stood by the helm, arms crossed over his chest.

"You heard them," he said, voice smooth but edged with command. "Northwest. Move it."

The crew obeyed, and as the ship adjusted course, the men slowly gathered around you.

"You’re somethin' else, ain't ya?" one of them chuckled, nudging your shoulder. "Never thought we'd have a siren on board!"

"Aye," another grinned. "Captain must think you're valuable if you're still breathin’."

You smirked. "Guess I'm just lucky."

The crew welcomed you easily, intrigued by your abilities and charmed by your wit. You spent the day surrounded by them, guiding the ship, teaching them of the sea’s secrets, and sharing stories of the depths. You hadn’t laughed this much in a long time.

But not everyone was pleased.

That night, Anaxa stood by the map spread across his desk, tracing the inked lines. The lantern’s glow cast shadows across his sharp features.

“You’ve been getting too comfortable” he said without looking up.

You raised a brow. “And?”

“I don’t like it.”

A scoff left your lips as you pushed off the doorframe, stepping further into the room. "Oh, forgive me, Captain. Am I not allowed to enjoy myself while leading your ship in the right direction?"

Anaxa’s jaw ticked, and in a blink, he was in front of you.

“You’re not one of them,” he murmured, “Don’t act like you are.”

"Then what am I?"

His fingers wrapped around your throat—not enough to choke, but enough to make his point. His grip was cold, like steel. "Mine."

"Is that so?"

"Don’t test me, siren. I don’t share what belongs to me."

The air between you crackled with tension, a dangerous game neither of you wanted to lose. Finally, you reached up, prying his hand off your throat.

“I’m not your possession” you said, “I’m your guide. Nothing more.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You turned to leave, but before stepping out, you glanced over your shoulder. "I suggest you get some sleep, Captain. We’ve got a long journey ahead."

And with that, you shut the door behind you, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

----

The air was thick with tension. The waves had been calm, the stars glimmering above like watchful eyes, and yet, the moment the haunting melody reached your ears, you knew.

Sirens.

Your kind.

A shiver ran down your spine as the crew, oblivious to the danger, continued their duties.

“Where the hell is Rook?” someone shouted.

You whipped around, panic seizing your chest. One of the younger crewmates—Rook—was no longer on deck. A splash echoed through the night, and your stomach twisted.

He had been lured.

Without hesitation, you bolted to the edge of the ship. The sea below was dark, but you could see shadows moving beneath the surface, circling.

They wouldn't let him go.

Cursing, you dove in.

The moment you hit the water, the ocean swallowed you whole, dragging you into its familiar embrace. Your body shifted instinctively, gills forming, tail emerging as you propelled yourself downward.

Rook was sinking fast, his body limp, his eyes half-lidded in a trance. Three sirens circled him, their forms eerily beautiful, their laughter bubbling through the depths.

One of them turned to you, recognition flashing in their expression. "You’ve forsaken your kind for them?"

You gritted your teeth, surging forward. "Let him go."

Another siren, her smile sharp as a blade, tilted her head. "Why should we? He came willingly."

"He's under your song. That’s not willing."

They only giggled in response.

You had no time for this. You lunged, grabbing Rook’s arm and kicking off the seabed with all your strength. The sirens shrieked, their claws slicing through the water, trying to pull you back. A sharp pain seared through your side as one of them slashed at you, but you pushed on, breaking through the surface with Rook clutched in your arms.

“HELP!” you choked out.

The crew scrambled into action, ropes thrown, hands reaching. Within seconds, they hauled you both up, and you collapsed onto the deck. Rook was alive, barely conscious, but alive.

Your limbs trembled as you dragged yourself upright. Without a word, you shifted back, legs replacing your tail, soaked clothes clinging to your form. You staggered toward the quarters, needing dry clothes and a moment to breathe.

But you didn’t make it far.

Because the moment you stepped into Anaxa’s room, he was already waiting.

And he was furious.

The door slammed behind you, and before you could react, a hand gripped your wrist, yanking you forward.

“The hell was that?” Anaxa’s voice was sharp as a dagger.

You ripped your arm away, scowling. “I saved your damn crew member, that’s what that was.”

“You led them to us.”

“What?”

Anaxa stepped closer, towering over you. “You heard me. They wouldn’t have attacked if you weren’t here. The moment they saw you, they acted. Coincidence?” He scoffed. “I don’t believe in those.”

Rage flared in your chest. “Are you serious right now? I nearly died getting Rook back, and you’re blaming me?”

“We don’t have accidents on my ship. Only betrayals.”

“If I wanted them dead, I wouldn’t have jumped in after him!”

Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words. His gaze burned into yours, sharp, assessing. Then, in a move so fast it stole your breath, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You listen to me, siren. I don’t trust you. I don’t trust anything that sings men to their deaths. You may be useful, but if you so much as think of crossing me—”

You slapped his hand away, “You don’t scare me.”

“That’s your first mistake.”

A tense moment passed, the sound of the waves outside the only thing breaking the silence.

Finally, you turned toward the wardrobe, stripping off your soaked shirt without a second glance at him. “I don’t have time for your paranoia.”

Anaxa lingered in the doorway for a moment longer before chuckling. “Sleep with one eye open, little siren.”

Then he was gone.

The tension between you and Anaxa hadn’t lessened since that night. If anything, it had only grown worse. He didn’t trust you. You didn’t care.

Because soon, none of this would matter.

The treasure was close.

You stood at the ship’s bow, gripping the rail as you gazed at the horizon. The island loomed ahead, its jagged cliffs rising from the sea like broken teeth. Dark clouds churned above it, the scent of rain in the air. Everything about it screamed danger, but you had led them this far.

One last job. Then you’d be free.

"You look deep in thought."

“Just making sure we don’t wreck before we get there.”

He chuckled, stepping beside you. "How noble of you."

You shot him a look. "I do owe you, don't I?"

“I never said you did."

Liar.

The crew had grown fond of you, but Anaxa? He was different. He wasn’t pleased with how easily you had integrated. He kept you close, but not in a way that felt protective. And now, with the treasure near, you knew you had to leave before the chains tightened further.

“I assume you plan to leave after this" Anaxa mused, as if plucking the thought from your mind.

"What, you think I want to stick around?"

“You’d be a fool to think I’ll just let you walk away.”

You inhaled slowly, gripping the rail a little tighter. "We had a deal."

"Deals change."

"You’re insufferable."

"And yet, you keep talking to me."

You rolled your eyes, "Just focus on getting us to shore. We’re almost there."

Almost free.

You had always known where the treasure lay.

It was no myth, no lost legend. It was real. You had seen it before—long before Anaxa had ever laid his greedy hands on that map.

And you knew the truth he did not. This place was not unguarded.

The cave was massive, stretching endlessly into darkness, the jagged walls glistening with moisture. The air was thick with the scent of salt and something else.

The moment Anaxa and his men stepped onto the cavern floor, you felt it.

A shift in the water. A ripple of something stirring.

Then, a deep, rumbling growl vibrated through the cave.

The Kraken had awoken.

Tentacles as thick as masts crashed into the cavern, sweeping men into the abyss. The screams of the dying filled the air as the beast thrashed, its enormous form barely visible in the flickering torchlight.

Blood and seawater mixed, the treasure—golden and glimmering—half-buried beneath the carnage.

And in the midst of it all, you saw your chance.

The moment Anaxa was occupied, you turned, slipping away into the shadows. The cave had hidden paths, tunnels leading to the ocean beyond. You could escape.

You took three steps—

And then a hand snatched your wrist.

Your breath caught as you whipped around, only to meet his eye burning with fury. Even with blood splattered across his face, even with his crew being slaughtered behind him, he still had his sights locked on you.

“You little—”

You shoved him, twisting free, but it was too late. The Kraken let out a monstrous roar, its tentacle slamming into the rock above, causing the cave to collapse.

The force knocked you off your feet.

Everything spun—water rushed in, bodies were crushed, the world turned upside down.

For a moment, there was nothing but blackness.

When you awoke, your body ached all over. Your head was spinning, and the unmistakable scent of him filled your lungs.

You were in his quarters.

Trapped. Again.

Your wrists were bound—loosely, but enough to remind you that you had failed.

The ship swayed gently, the distant sound of the surviving crew moving about above deck.

The treasure. The Kraken. Anaxa.

As if summoned by your thoughts, the door creaked open.

He stepped inside, still wearing the evidence of battle—his coat was torn, blood streaked across his face, some his, some not.

“Thought you could run?”

You didn’t answer.

He walked closer, boots echoing against the wooden floor. “Not very smart, siren.”

“Let me go.”

He laughed. “Oh, no.” He leaned down, caging you between his arms. “After what you pulled?” His hand brushed against your cheek mockingly. “I should kill you.”

Your heart pounded, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “Then why don’t you?”

His smirk widened, but his grip on your chin was bruising now. His voice was a whisper, filled with something far worse than anger.

“Because you still belong to me.”

Anaxa watched you like a predator. You were still catching your breath, mind racing for a way out, when he reached into his coat pocket and pulled something out.

A small, glimmering object.

The moment your eyes landed on it, your blood ran cold.

It was a piece of coral—not just any coral. A deep crimson shard, carved with ancient sigils that pulsed faintly in the dim light of his quarters. A cursed relic.

Where the hell had he found that?

“I see you recognize it.”

You forced your expression into something neutral, but it was pointless. He had already seen the truth in your eyes.

“Funny thing” he mused, rolling the shard between his fingers. “I was hoping for gold, power—something to make all this bloodshed worth it. But instead, I find this.” He held it up. “A siren’s leash.”

“You were planning to leave me behind the moment we found the treasure, weren’t you?”

Your silence was answer enough.

Anaxa sighed dramatically. “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

He crouched in front of you, holding up the coral shard between two fingers. “Do you know what happens when I break this?”

Of course you did.

It would bind you. Completely.

Siren magic was tied to the ocean—fluid, untamed, and free. But there were objects, ancient relics, crafted by those who feared your kind, designed to chain you to a master. If he shattered that shard, you wouldn’t just be trapped on this ship.

"I could keep you forever, you know. No more running. No more smart little tricks."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?"

His fingers tightened around the coral.

If Anaxa truly shattered that shard—if he truly owned you—then you’d rather throw yourself into the sea and let it swallow you whole.

Anaxa held the cursed shard between his fingers, twirling it lazily as if it meant nothing—when in reality, you knew it meant everything.

Your freedom. Your will. Your very soul.

He had no idea what kind of power he was toying with.

You gritted your teeth, wrists still bound, muscles tensing as he loomed over you. He liked this—the control, the power.

He liked you under his boot.

“You’re being difficult” he murmured, “You know, siren, I’d rather not break this.” His thumb dragged lazily over your bottom lip, “It would be so much easier if you’d just—"

Your patience snapped.

With the last of your strength, you lunged forward.

Your forehead slammed into his, knocking him back with a sharp curse. You twisted your wrists, pushing past the burning pain as your claws—half-shifted in desperation—ripped through the bindings.

Before he could recover, you grabbed the shard from his hands, digging your nails into his wrist as you did.

He hissed as blood trickled from where you scratched him, “Oh, you little—”

You didn’t let him finish.

With a fierce shove, you pinned him to the floor, straddling his waist, the cursed shard now in your grasp.

Your chance. You could kill him now. Break free. Take the shard and destroy it before he could ever use it against you.

But—

You hesitated.

For one brief, fatal second.

And that was all he needed.

A sharp yank at your hair sent you reeling backward with a gasp. Before you could react, he flipped you over, slamming you down against the wooden floor.

A rush of air left your lungs as his weight pressed down on your back.

Your fingers clenched around the shard, refusing to let go—until he pried your wrist back, nearly snapping it, forcing the cursed object from your grasp.

It clattered onto the floor, out of reach.

You struggled, thrashing beneath him, but it was useless. He was heavier, stronger, his grip unrelenting. His breath was hot against your ear as he pressed his body flush against yours.

“I didn’t want to do this” he said, and you hated the way his tone almost sounded… regretful. His fingers trailed along the sensitive skin of your neck, ghosting down your shoulders in a mockingly gentle touch.

A shudder crawled up your spine as he reached your ears, brushing over them with slow, deliberate strokes.

Sirens were creatures of instinct. And he knew where to touch, where to exploit.

“You could’ve just worked with me” he whispered. His lips almost grazed your ear. “I would’ve given you anything.”

“Liar!” you spat.

“Fine. Maybe not anything.” His fingers tightened in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. “But I would’ve made it easier for you. I could’ve treated you well.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

As if sensing your resistance, he let out a soft sigh, his free hand trailing down your back. “You really are stubborn,” he mused, “But I don’t mind breaking you.”

You felt him shift, and then—

crack

The sound echoed in your ears.

Your heart stopped. Because you knew exactly what it was.

The shard. It lay shattered in his palm, crimson fragments glinting in the dim candlelight.

A sudden, unnatural warmth coiled around your limbs, sinking into your skin. Your muscles locked, your body stiffening as an invisible force coiled around your very soul.

Anaxa sighed, tossing the broken pieces aside like trash.

“Now… you’re mine.”

[blondeaxolotl-twstocs]

VOICE CLAIM HERE !!

NEW OC DROP!!!!!!!!! Say hi to Del! But please call him "Dellie" ! He's an exchange student who joined NRC a bit late and out of the blue, but his friendly demeanor made him quickly fit in with the rest as if he was there from the start.

Dellie is a young dolphin merfolk who's fairly tall and athletic, usually towering over most of his peers. But his multicolored hair with the resemblance of harlequin ice cream and cute aesthetic make him appear more friendly and easier to approach for others. He is often seen with stickers on his face which change everyday depending on what he's wearing, they are said to help distract others from looking at his sharp toothy grin. Bows are also a big part of his wear, any ribbon or tie he has will be turned into a cute bow with pins attached. The bow on his tail has a bell, it not only makes it cuter but it also helps to know when Dellie is nearby, since his footsteps are very silent and it risks the chances of someone getting jumpscared by him if it weren't for the bell. 🎀 His mostro lounge wear is practically the same as Jade and Floyds, besides the fact he wears roller-skates with colors to match the uniform. The roller-skates help him go from table to table quickly and bring orders to customers faster, but they mainly help attract more customers. Because everyone loves watching a dolphin do tricks, even if it's something simple as a little twirl 💜

Personality 🎀✨

Dellie is very social and kind hearted, he goes out of his way to befriend and help others around him without any intention of expecting something in return. He does favours and errands for others so often it's impressive how he gets anything done for himself. He especially likes to help those who he "looks up to", one example being Azul. Who at first didn't like his offers to help but quickly adapted to them after realising Dellie has no intention of wanting anything from him, he just likes being told what to do and told good job for it. This as well made him become a perfect teachers pet, they can count on him by doing tasks that most students usually can't, since he isn't only kind, but also very intelligent. He has even helped tutored some students before who struggled with assignments or classes, Kalim, Deuce and Ace being a few of them (and recurring ones). Dellie also seems to have a soft heart, not enjoying being yelled at or being confronted about anything because it will quickly drive him to tears, it makes everyone around him feel like they just witnessed a puppy being kicked. This has only happened once and never again, it made the person doing the yelling/confronting feel like they were bullying the exchange student who already felt left out because he joined later than others, there were even glares directed towards the person for this (said person apologised profusely to Dellie for making him cry, and he forgave them since he knew they didn't mean to).

But surprisingly, Dellie can get protective if the yelling is directed towards a friend, or someone like Azul. dropping everything he's doing to get between the friend and the person, almost as he's protecting them from harm. Making Dellie not only a friend you can count on, but also a guard dog who will protect you from bullies.

At least, that's what Dellie wants you to think.

In reality, Dellie is a typical spoiled, mean, and selfish rich kid. Everything he does is because it makes HIM look good, his friendly, bubbly personality and cutesy appearance is just a mere facade he puts on around others. His kind words and gestures are only meant to make people want him to be around them and ask him for help, knowing he will help if no one else can. Dellie does not care about most people he helps, he willingly only sticks around certain people if they peaked his interest or if they're fun to torment.

Despite the fact Dellie has defended Azul and others from people who would be considered bullies MULTIPLE times, Dellie is in fact secretly a bully himself. He specifically acts like the leader of what you'd typically see in shows when a group of bullies appears (which means he's probably the worse person you'll ever meet). But he specifically picks out victims who he believes are fun to pick on, people like Azul, Riddle or Idia, etc are surprisingly NOT one of them, in fact they are the ones he defends from others. Sadly, the unfortunate soul who did end up being Dellie's unlucky victim is Floyd. Dellie found Floyd's mood swings and short tempers funny, hilarious even. Since the first few days he has been in NRC and made friends with everyone, not long after he has made his personal goal to make Floyd's life hell. Only singling him out when no one is looking, but also treating him with the same kindness he gives to Azul and Jade when they're around as if it is to mock him. Even making sure to play the victim card when Floyd gets fed up with him but someone ends up entering the room when it happens, and usually this makes Floyd end up being the one to apologise because Dellie would NEVER do whatever Floyd told them. Even if it was true, Dellie's crocodile tears and puppy dog eyes make Floyd look like he was doing the bullying instead of the other way around.

In conclusion, Dellie's sweet and soft persona is all an act which only Floyd can see through it. And knowing this, Dellie makes sure to go out his way to ruin Floyd's mood, no matter what the choices he makes are, he will do them while wearing a warm smile on his face, facing towards everyone who's blissfully unaware of what an actual bastard he is.

Signature spell ✨

"Aww c'mon cheer up a little~ Toss Around!" Dellie's signature spell makes him able to summon 3 dolphins around the opponent, when the opponent strikes to attack, one of the dolphins will instead catch it and start playing ball with the other dolphins over the opponent's head. This serves as a distraction (making the opponent think one of the dolphins will eventually hit them with their own spell) as Dellie quickly charges up his own spell and then strikes the opponent directly while they were not looking. Dellie's spell is either weaker or stronger depending on location, if Dellie uses his spell in a more drier location, his final blow will be weaker and the dolphins would be playing slower which gives the opponent a chance to dodge Dellie's attack. But in an area with more moisture, the dolphins will play faster, and Dellie's attack will be stronger and possibly knock you down for a bit. Oh and to add salt to the wound, the dolphins would laugh at you after you fall down before they vanish. If you want a description on how this would feel, imagine 3 guys take your pencil case and start playing hot potato with it. And while you're distracted trying to get your pencil case back a secret 4th dude fucking hits you with a volleyball full force for shits and giggles.

Other notes 🌸

After moving to land, Dellie has took an interest in stickers, collecting them for fun and even putting them on his own face. Dellie sometimes even puts stickers on others as a sign of friendship, he has put A LOT of stickers on Floyd before, purely, out of spite.

Dellie can sometimes accidentally come off as flirty when being nice, surprisingly he doesn't do this on purpose and actually gets shocked if anyone confesses to him because of it (there were a few who have confessed, but Dellie has rejected all of them and doesn't plan on accepting any as it seems).

Dellie often gets babied by others because of his "kind heart and friendly demeanor", some students even avoid saying curse words around him and get scolded by other students when they do. Dellie finds this so humiliating but takes advantage of it when playing victim because people end up defending him when he's in trouble.

Dellie's exam papers all have cute doodles on them, his professors told him to stop at first but eventually just let him do what he wants as long as he finished his exams on time.

Dellie's hair might actually be dyed, but Dellie rejects and avoids any questions about it since you never even see his roots.

Dellie enjoys music and dancing, it's why he joined the pop music club. He sometimes gets invited by Kalim to come and dance with him and Jamil.

Vil doesn't like Dellie because he reminds them of Neige, though they tolerate him enough to let him help with whatever task he's needed for.

Dellie's favourite food is inconsistent, sometimes it's waffles, sometimes it's cake, other times it's pasta or pizza. People just assumes he can't choose a favourite and therefore has many instead of one.

It's unknown to why Dellie switched schools and joined NRC, only thing Dellie says about it is that he just didn't "fit in" with his old school before he completely changes the topic. Though there is a theory Dellie got into NRC because his dad payed a lottt of money for him to get in.

Dellie is genderfluid, but sexuality wise he is unlabelled

OKAYY THATS ABOUT IT FOR DELLIE, he's a complete asshole so I hope you guys hate him or not, feel free to hit him with a basketball directly in the head cause he deserves it <3 Bonus doodles <3

Live laugh kick Dellie down before he kicks you

[solxamber]

Could I request Savanaclaw, 2, Fluff?

I hope I did it right

I'm locking in and gonna finish the last few tonight

King of the... Kitchen? || Leona Kingscholar

For the Holiday Event! || Theme: Cooking/Baking together ; Genre: Fluff (+ a little comedy)

"Come on, Leona. It'll be fun," you coaxed, nudging his shoulder gently.

He raised an eyebrow, looking about as enthused as a lion being asked to herd sheep. "Why would I waste my time baking a cake when I could be napping?"

You crossed your arms, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Fine. I'll just ask Malleus, then. I’m sure he’d love to help."

Leona's ears twitched, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Like hell you will."

Before you could blink, he was already rolling up his sleeves—though the grumble under his breath made it clear he wasn’t thrilled about it. “Let’s get this over with.”

You bit back a laugh, silently congratulating yourself for knowing exactly how to rile him up.

As it turned out, Leona in the kitchen was both a blessing and a disaster waiting to happen.

“I don’t see why we can’t just throw everything in the bowl and call it a day,” he said, scooping the flour with no regard for the measuring cup.

“That’s not how baking works!” you protested, snatching the sugar before he could upend the entire bag into the mix.

He shrugged, unbothered, and dumped the wet ingredients straight into the dry ones with zero finesse. “It’s all gonna end up in the same place anyway.”

“You’re impossible.” You sighed, grabbing a whisk and trying to salvage the batter.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep stirring.” Leona leaned against your back, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “You’re doing great, herbivore.”

“You’re not even helping!”

“I’m supervising.” His voice was low and amused, sending a shiver down your spine.

You huffed but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. Despite his laziness, having him close like this made your heart feel warm—like the holidays themselves.

When the cake finally emerged from the oven, though, your festive mood took a sharp turn.

“What… is that?” you asked, staring at the dense, brick-like monstrosity sitting on the counter.

Leona raised an eyebrow, poking it experimentally. It didn’t budge. “It’s a cake. Obviously.”

“No, it’s a weapon of mass destruction."

Even Ruggie, who prided himself on eating just about anything, took one look and backed away. “Yeah, uh… you two enjoy that. I’ll pass.”

You and Leona exchanged a look.

“Well,” he said, smirking, “guess there’s only one thing to do with it.”

A few hours later, Headmaster Crowley found a neatly wrapped package on his desk, tied with a festive bow and a note that read: “Happy Holidays! Enjoy this handmade treat with all our love!”

As you and Leona watched from the doorway, stifling your laughter, Crowley took a cautious bite—and immediately reached for a glass of water.

“Perfect holiday gift,” Leona murmured, his tail swishing smugly.

You leaned into him, grinning. “Maybe next year we should just stick to store-bought.”

“Or just let that lizard do it,” he teased, earning a playful shove.

Even with the chaos, you wouldn’t trade this moment—or him—for anything.

Masterlist

[hawkinsbnbg]

There was a line somewhere between wanting to court a handsome omega and keeping everything professional. Eddie wasn't always good at following the rules.

Eddie got a German Shepherd and brought it to Steve Harrington—an expert in teaching dogs manners—through Chrissy's recommendation.

After some talking, they agreed to meet up twice a week for the training.

And despite Eddie's hectic schedule, he always made time for Stev– his buddy—Benny (Benjamin).

If his gaze always lingered on Steve a little too long, then no one was the wiser.

No, Eddie didn't have a thing for Steve—a six-foot-tall and well-built omega.

Who smelled like dark chocolate.

Who wore striped polos, tight jeans, and military boots to work.

Who already had some white streaks in his hair.

Who would chuckle, eyes crinkling warmly, whenever Eddie cracked some silly jokes.

Eddie didn't enjoy how packed, or how older and taller Steve was than him.

Eddie didn't wish he would be in Benny's position sometimes.

Eddie didn't want to lick Steve like a lollipop to see if the omega would taste as mouthwatering as his scent.

Eddie didn't want to get on his knees for Steve so he could be called 'good boy'.

Eddie didn't ask for Steve's number and wasn't glued to his phone until the omega replied to his text that night.

Eddie didn't send Steve photos and videos of him at work to prove how capable he was.

Eddie didn't ask Steve out on a date after only two weeks, didn't agree to take things slow despite his desperation, and didn't melt into a puddle when Steve kissed him good night.

He didn't love making Steve smile, laugh, and giggle or miss Steve terribly whenever they couldn't meet.

Eddie didn't spend his rut with Steve for the first time and pop his knot in an instant the second Steve sat on his cock.

Eddie didn't get drunk on the dark chocolate scent and confess how much he yearned to build a family with the omega.

Eddie didn't cry in joy when Steve returned his feelings, looking so smoking hot and gorgeous while riding him into oblivion.

When it was Steve's heat, he didn't try to knock his sweetheart up, or fall in love all over again when they exchanged their mating bites.

Eddie didn't hold an extravagant ceremony to announce to the world that he finally found his mate.

Eddie didn't grin like an idiot every time he gazed at the gold bands on Steve's and his ring fingers.

Eddie didn't thank Benny at all for getting him and Steve together.

Except, Eddie had done all of that.

And now, he was holding his lovely daughter in his lap as they both watched Steve playing chase and catch with Benny.

"Dada, Dada," she giggled and wiggled eagerly as she tried to clap and cheer for Steve.

"Isn't Dada the best, hm?" Eddie chuckled at her high spirit. "Let's go tell him how awesome he is, alright, Lottie?"

"Dada," she nodded with a toothless smile and wrapped her arms around his neck as he stood up from the chair.

Then, he waved at Steve to let him know they were coming over.

Steve greeted him with a chaste kiss before turning his attention to their daughter. "Hey there, Little Princess."

"Dada," she turned and made grabby at him.

Once she was in Steve's arms, she smacked his cheek with a loud smooch. Steve returned the gesture with the same enthusiasm before smiling at Eddie.

"Wanna join us, handsome?"

"Your wish is my command, Highness," Eddie grinned and bowed slightly, earning himself an amused laugh from Steve.

As Eddie engulfed both his husband and his daughter in a bear hug, he glanced down at Benny who was resting by their feet and looking as pleased as punch.

"Thanks, buddy," Eddie mouthed at him.

"Woof!" Benny wagged his tail merrily.

You're welcome, bro.

[vampsywrites]

II — i remember her hands, and the way the mountains looked.

Synopsis: In which the Sullys approach the mountain clan for sanctuary. The Olo'eykte agrees but proposes one condition: Toruk Makto's eldest son must be promised to her daughter. Surprisingly, instead of the solemn response one would expect, Neteyam agrees almost instantaneously.

Tags: Female! Mountain Na'vi! Reader, Arranged Marriage, Sun&Moon couple, Strangers to Lovers, Neteyam is whipped, Mentions of Jealousy&Possessiveness, Romantic tension, Neteyam wanting to impress his girl, Lo'ak having the time of his life teasing the shit out of Neteyam, Reader has that Tsahik rizz

Word Count: 2.8k | AO3 LINK

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With the village of the Iuva'ri clan now their new home, the Sullys followed you past open fields, their eyes wandering in amazement at the sights.

Everywhere they looked, the hustle and bustle of daily life surrounded them. Hunters could be seen hauling large beasts into the village, farmers had their hands deep in the earth as they worked to ensure a bountiful harvest, and weavers, with their deft hands, skillfully crafted intricate patterns into fabric.

Though the environment was not too different from what they were used to in the forest, it was still a significant change from the wild, cluttered jungle they had known all their life.

While his family was busy taking all of the clan in, Neteyam was fully focused on you. He watched in fascination as the village parted when you walked past, people practically throwing themselves aside to clear your path. From elders to children, they bowed in reverence and greeted you with warmth and admiration, recognizing you as their Tsahìk.

Through the walk, Neteyam also couldn't help but notice how your presence captured the attention of the young men and women around. Warriors, weavers, hunters – they all seemed to be drawn to you, stopping in their tracks with blushing cheeks as they exchanged hushed words. Their lingering gazes and subtle glances, their eyes which seemed to follow you like a predator stalking its prey, didn't escape Neteyam's watchful eyes.

As he observed this intense attention you garnered, a pang of possessiveness surged through his gut, and his tail lashed out in irritation.

Neteyam felt torn, battling with the internal struggle of feeling irrationally possessive. Deep down, he knew he had no right to be jealous. After all, he had no claim over you, and he had yet to truly earn your trust and affection.

The announcement of your courtship clearly took the clan by surprise. While some genuinely celebrated your happiness, others found it difficult to hide their envy. Evident by the glares sent his way from those who might have hoped to be in his place.

This scrutiny only served to intensify his emotions.

"This will be your home now," you called out, your voice calm and welcoming, pulling him away from his thoughts. Neteyam watched as you guided them to a beautifully crafted hut elevated on bamboo wooden stilts. It stood gracefully above the ground, a testament to the skilled craftsmanship of your people. The roof was steeply pitched and thatched with nipa palm leaves, while the walls were intricately woven from bamboo slats.

Tuktirey gasped in amazement, her eyes wide with childish wonder as she marveled at the hut's elevated design. "It's so tall!" she exclaimed, clearly impressed by the unique structure.

You hummed, understanding their awe and sensing the underlying hesitation in some of them.

"You will grow to like it," you reassured with a small smile. "It may be different from what you're used to, but it will keep you safe and warm. Our people have lived in harmony with Eywa and these lands for generations."

Tuktirey beamed up at you. "I can't wait to explore and learn more about your ways," she cheers, enthusiasm evident.

“I am sure you will learn well, little one,” you hum, running a hand through her braided hair.

With ease, you then moved towards the stairs, climbing up with a sense of familiarity as you began to haul their belongings to their new home. The family followed behind you, still feeling a tad bit out of place.

After ensuring they were comfortable, you began to excuse yourself, knowing you needed to give them some privacy. As you walked past Neteyam, catching his gaze, you gently rest your hand upon his chest. After murmuring a quick goodbye, you withdrew your hand and swiftly left the hut. Neteyam’s mind ran haywire, the spot where your hand had been burned with a sudden fire, leaving a lingering sensation on his skin that he couldn't shake off.

Eywa. It had only been a day and already you had an effect on him.

With your departure, the family gathered together, finding a spot to discuss the events that had transpired earlier. Neytiri paced back and forth in the open hut, footsteps loud against the wooden flooring, her mind racing with a myriad of thoughts and emotions.

"Alright," Jake sighed, running a rugged hand down his face, breaking through the tension. "We have to unpack what just happened earlier."

Neytiri nodded, her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the situation. Her eyes turned to Neteyam, concern evident in her voice as she asked, "Ma'itan, are you sure of this?"

"Oh, he sure is," Lo'ak answered for his brother, sending a grin his way. "I mean—Did you hear him back there?"

"I will accept this proposal. Only if she will have me," he mocked, mimicking Neteyam's accent in a deep, gravely tone. Kiri couldn't help but hide her face with her hand, trying to stifle her laughter.

"Skxawng," Neteyam snarled playfully and gave Lo'ak a light smack in response, which only made his younger siblings laugh even more.

"Enough, you two," Neytiri's voice rang out, cutting through the air. She shook her head in exasperation, her beaded locks swaying and rattling with her movements. Turning her attention back to her eldest, her tone dropped a timbre as she murmured, "Neteyam, this is a big decision. Are you truly sure about this? You wish to mate with that woman?"

Neteyam's gaze shifted from his brother to his mother, lips drawing into a contemplative frown as the weight of it all settled heavily on his shoulders. The significance of such a union wasn't lost on him. The mating bond was not merely a union of bodies; it was the fusion of two souls, a sacred connection dictated by Eywa. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to express his feelings.

"I am sure," he replied, his voice steady, despite the turmoil inside him. Neytiri studied his face for a moment, catching the hesitation laced in his expression.

"You do not have to do something your heart is against," his mother whispered, reaching forward, both of her hands finding his tense shoulders, rubbing deep circles into his muscle. Neteyam felt the warmth and reassurance in his mother's touch, and for a moment, he leaned into it, finding comfort in her presence.

"That’s the thing. My heart isn’t against it. I just… I felt something when I saw her." He then hesitated, struggling to unknot his mind and put his feelings into words. "Like-Like a heartbeat."

Kiri's eyes sparkled with wonder, a look of recognition flashing behind her eyes. Her tail swished with delight as she leaned forward eagerly, the shawl slipping off her shoulder in the haste of her movement. "You must have felt Eywa's connection with her. Was it like a calling? Could you feel a mighty heartbeat?"

Neteyam froze, his gaze turning to his younger sister.

"Yes. Exactly that, Kiri," he replied, his voice filled with a hint of disbelief. "It was like… she was calling out to me in some way, as if our souls were somehow intertwined."

Kiri's excitement grew, and she couldn't contain her joy. “Eywa has blessed you with a gift, brother. Rarely do mates feel such a deep soul connection on the first time they meet."

"Soul connection? That’s love at first sight, huh?" Jake interjected, his eyes glinting as he glanced at Neytiri with a knowing smile. "Sound familiar?"

Neytiri's stern façade softened as she smiled back, unable to hide her amusement. "Yes, it does," she admitted with a fondness in her voice. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of understanding and warmth as she looked at her eldest son. "Neteyam, ma’itan, if you truly feel this connection, then it may be a sign from Eywa herself. The steps you take next will be entirely up to you."

"It's just like those stories we've heard, bro. Soulmates and destined love,” Lo’ak chimed in. “You and her, together, guided by Eywa's hand," he smirked, clasping his hands together and making kissy faces. Neteyam huffed, shaking his head.

"Yeah. It might be like that," he admitted with a touch of bashfulness.

"But let's not get carried away with the dramatics,” Neteyam sighs, snapping himself back to reality. “I still want to get to know her first. I want to take it slow.”

“Slow, huh? Is that what you call asking her to mate with you on the spot?" Lo’ak laughed.

“Lo’ak!” Neytiri hissed, glaring at him disapprovingly.

"I did not ask her to mate with me on the spot!" Neteyam snaps through gritted teeth, his voice rising slightly in embarrassment.

Lo'ak's laughter boomed through the air, thoroughly relishing the sight of his older brother's flustered expression. It was a rare occasion for Neteyam to be caught off guard by his teasing, always having a smartass rebut at the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah? Well, it sure looked like it to me," he snickered, his tail swishing back and forth in interest. Neytiri intervened, smacking him upside on the head. Lo’ak winced in response, and nursed the spot where his mother had hit him.

"Ow, ow, I get it," he groaned, lying flat on the floor. "I'll stop."

"Alright. ‘Nough of that. Come on," Jake said, with a chuckle, huddling everyone close. Once they had formed a circle, he began to address them, his tone taking on a more serious note, "Listen, I really need you kids to be on your best behavior. And I mean it."

Jake shifts his gaze to his eldest son, “Neteyam becoming a candidate for future Olo'eyktan already stirred things up enough. And I don’t even need to tell you just how messy that’s going to be.”

Neteyam heaved out a tense sigh, keeping his eyes glued to the ground. “Sorry, sir.”

“We’re gonna get through this,” Jake continued, dismissing Neteyam’s apology, his voice carrying a tone of reassurance. “Together.”

Neytiri moved closer to her husband, gently placing her head over Jake's shoulder. “What does your father always say?” Neytiri murmured, her voice soft and soothing.

“Sullys stick together…”

“Little more feeling this time!"

“Sullys stick together!”

As the night falls and the stars twinkle in the dark sky, they finally retire to their new sleeping arrangements. Neteyam lays on his makeshift bed, a woven mat made out of palm and leaves, his mind abuzz with thoughts. He gazes out of the hut's opening, where he can catch a glimpse of you in the moonlight, going about your duties as Tsahìk, checking up on a few of the sick and injured in their huts.

Your silhouette against the moonlit backdrop mesmerizes him, and he finds himself drawn to your presence like a moth to a flame. As you notice his gaze, you offer him a reassuring nod before continuing your duties. His heart swells with warmth at the acknowledgment.

With the comfort of your presence lingering in his mind, Neteyam turns onto his back, feeling a sense of peace settle over him. The gentle rustle of palm leaves outside and the distant sounds of the forest lull him into a state of relaxation. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to fall into a deep and restful sleep.

The next morning, the village awakens early. The sky is painted in hues of pink and orange as the sun begins to rise over the mountains. Knocking gently at the side of their hut, you had called for them before the sun could even fully emerge, offering to show them more of the village and its surrounding wonders.

You lead them through the mountains, showing Kiri, Lo'ak, Tuk, and Neteyam the ways of life in this breathtaking terrain. The trees stand tall and proud, similar to those in the forest they once called home, but here they bear a different kind of energy, surrounded by majestic mountains which hold ancient tales of the ancestors before them. The group walks amidst the trees, their senses heightened by the subtle sounds of wildlife and the fresh scent of earth.

As you lead them further, you come across vast rice fields, a breathtaking sight of lush green beauty stretching as far as the eye can see. The fields seem to come alive with the morning sunlight. The stalks of rice sway gently in the breeze, creating a mesmerizing dance, captivating the forest Na’vi.

Amidst the exploration, Neteyam's keen eyes spot a group of mountain climbers in the distance, scaling a rocky hill.

"What are they doing?" he questions, his curiosity piqued.

"They're practicing for the coming-of-age ceremony," you say, your gaze following the climbers. Neteyam's curiosity turns into intrigue, and he listens intently as you begin to explain.

"It's an ascent to the clouded peak," you share, pointing to a towering mountain in the distance, its summit shrouded in mist. "At dawn, the candidates gather at the base. It is the tallest mountain in the region and they must set out on a journey to reach the summit."

Lo’ak whistles, grimacing while he sizes up the daunting landscape before him. "We have to climb that?" he asks incredulously.

“Only if you want to. Your Omatikayan ikinimaya should be enough for you to be recognized in the clan,” you assure him with a pat on his back.

Neteyam stays silent for the next few minutes, his faraway gaze directed towards the rocky mountain. Suddenly, he startles everyone by speaking up, the words slipping from his mouth causing your eyes to rip wide open.

"I want to partake in it," he says, his voice steady and resolute. The sudden declaration shakes everyone, and his siblings turn their attention fully to him, waiting to hear his reasoning.

You too gaze up at him in disbelief. "Are you certain?" you ask, wanting to ensure that he fully comprehends the challenges that lie ahead. “This is no simple feat—”

"I am strong," Neteyam interrupts, sounding a little harsher than he had intended, but it was important to him that you knew of his abilities. "I will be able to train for it well."

Your milky eyes drop to his battle-hardened body, sweeping over his broad shoulders and the ridges of his defined muscles, glistening softly in the sun’s glow. The scars etched on his skin tell tales of past battles and trials, a testament to his experience. Neteyam holds his ground, finding himself flexing subconsciously under your gaze.

"I know you are strong," you retort.

"Yes—"

"But the warriors of the forest are different from those of the mountains," you cut him off with a pointed stare. "It is not just about physical strength; you will have to learn how they train, their techniques, and their ways of life," you begin to move towards him, a challenging look in your eyes. "It is difficult to fill a cup that is already full."

Neteyam's jaw clenches, his gaze unwavering. "Then I will empty my cup. I will adapt," he asserts with passion. "I will prove myself not just to your people but to myself as well. If I am to be chief, I have to embrace your ways."

"Pretty sure you just want to impress her, bro," Lo’ak quips. Neteyam scowls at his remark and, in a swift motion, drives his elbow straight into his younger brother's side. At the impact, Lo’ak immediately folds, nursing his side as his face contorts in pain. “Fuck!”

Ignoring Lo’ak, Neteyam turns back to you, his expression steadfast and unwavering. In that moment, he feels an overwhelming longing to prove himself to you, to earn your admiration and love based on his own merits, not just because of any preconceived notions or expectations.

His determination shines like a beacon, and his sincerity tugs at your heartstrings. It's as if he's baring his soul before you, showing you the depths of his desire to be someone you can truly respect and admire.

With a hum, you settle back, your tail flickering behind you in intrigue. If the rumors carried by the wind from clan to clan about him were to be believed, then you should have known he would want to partake in the ceremony.

Such a bold spirit, evident in those golden eyes of his every time he spoke. The mountains around you seemed to echo with approval, as if Eywa herself was acknowledging his resolve.

"If you are that eager, then I will teach you," you say, the decision firm in your heart. It feels as if a weight is lifted off his shoulders at your acceptance of his offer. Neteyam hums, trying to maintain a stoic expression but the telltale flicks of his ears and tail betray his anticipation and eagerness.

"Do not be mistaken, though. I will not baby you," you add with a daring lilt in your voice. You begin to walk away, the swing of your hips matching the sway of your tail. "Let us hope you can keep up, mighty warrior."

That seemed to only fuel the fire within him further.

Neteyam’s chest rumbles in a deep laugh, a fanged grin stretching across his cheeks. "Yes, ma’am.”

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see you in the next episode where the reader works her future husband's ass to the ground xoxo

TAGLIST: @rainbowsocks @milktealvrr @strawberri-blonde

[httpsdana]

can you do a Ruben fic where his fiancée (reader) gets him another dog for Christmas. Ik it’s late bc it’s past Christmas but happy new year 😭😭

New Addition~Rúben Dias

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: had to write this before new year. merry christmas everyone <3

The house was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the fireplace and the occasional jingle of Simba’s collar as he shifted in his spot near the Christmas tree.

Rain gently fell outside while the tree’s twinkling lights cast a warm ambiance over the living room.

y/n sat cross-legged on the plush rug, a tiny brown puppy nestled in her lap. Its dark eyes blinked curiously up at her as she tied a small red bow around its neck.

Simba, the white-furred guardian of the house, looked on from his perch by the fire, his tail wagging lazily. He seemed unimpressed by the newcomer but content enough to observe from a distance.

Rúben had left the house earlier that morning after the two of them had exchanged gifts.

She still wore the delicate gold bracelet he had given her, the small charm glinting in the firelight. But as thoughtful as his gift had been, she was certain her surprise would top it.

The sound of the front door opening pulled her from her thoughts. Simba perked up instantly, darting toward the door with a joyful bark.

“Simba! Meu menino,” Rúben’s familiar voice echoed from the entryway, warm and full of affection. (my boy)

She heard the shuffle of his boots being kicked off and the rustle of his coat before he appeared in the living room.

She quickly placed the puppy down in it's hiding spot, making sure it doesn't run away.

Rúben's cheeks were flushed from the cold, his dark hair slightly damp from the rain.

“You’re back,” she said, rising to her feet. Her tone was casual, but her heart was pounding in anticipation.

Rúben smiled as he stepped toward her, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her temple. “I’m back,” he murmured, his arms wrapping briefly around her waist.

His gaze flicked to the tree and the scattered wrapping paper left over from their earlier gift exchange. “Did you decide to open something else while I was gone?”

“Not quite,” she said, unable to keep the mischievous smile off her face. “I actually have another gift for you.”

His brows lifted in surprise. “Another gift? I thought we exchanged everything this morning, meu amor.”

“This one’s… different,” she said softly. “Sit down and close your eyes.”

He gave her a skeptical look but complied, settling onto the couch with Simba immediately hopping up beside him. “I feel like you’re up to something,” he teased, though his tone was light.

Ignoring his comment, she carefully picked up the puppy from its hiding spot, its small body squirming in her hands. She walked over to Rúben, her breath catching as she placed the tiny bundle in his lap.

“Okay,” she whispered. “You can open your eyes now.”

When Rúben’s eyes fluttered open, his expression went from confusion to wonder in an instant. He stared down at the little puppy, his lips parting slightly as he processed what he was holding.

“amor…” His voice was barely above a whisper. “You… got us a puppy?”

She knelt beside him, her heart swelling at the emotion in his voice. “i did” she said

“I thought Simba could use a little friend. And… maybe this could be the start of something bigger for us. Our family.”

Rúben’s gaze lifted to meet hers, his brown eyes shimmering with emotion. “You… you’re incredible,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “This might be the best gift anyone’s ever given me.”

The puppy let out a small yip, capturing his attention again. Simba, not wanting to be left out, nosed his way into Rúben’s lap, sniffing the new arrival. His wagging tail gave away his approval.

Rúben laughed softly, gently running his hand over the puppy’s tiny head. “Welcome to the family, little one,” he murmured, then looked at Simba. “And you, meu menino, you’ll help teach it the rules, won’t you?”

Simba barked once, a sound that seemed to say, I’ve got this.

As the fire burned low and the rain continued to fall outside, Rúben sat on the floor with both dogs curled up against him. He looked at his fiancée, his expression soft and full of gratitude.

“This is everything,” he said quietly, reaching for her hand. “You, Simba, and now…” He glanced at the puppy, a smile tugging at his lips. “Our little family.”

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as her fingers intertwined with his. “It’s just the beginning,” she said softly, her heart full.

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[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝓊𝒾𝒹 ༻

You’re one of the Druids from the grove, captivated by the tieflings you decide to wild-shape into a cat in order to get closer to them. It’s all going smoothly until one night you lose control of your magic and you return to your humanoid form.

- These are all separate scenarios

Dammon - Rolan - Zevlor - PRT 2 (Click Here)

-𝒟𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃-

Unbeknownst to Dammon, you, one of the druids, observed him quietly from afar. At first you were drawn to his breathtaking blue eyes, but as time passed you became drawn to not only his strength, but his dedication to his craft. You longed for a way to connect with him, but if any of the others were to catch you, especially Kagha… There would be hell to pay, and it wouldn’t be you paying for it, no, it would be Dammon. Determined to get closer to him, you devised a plan. Using your wild shape you transformed yourself into a sleek and agile feline, complete with a delicate pink ribbon around your neck.

Under the guise of a cat, you started visiting Dammon at his forging station. Of course, Dammon noticed you, a peculiar feline with a pink bow wrapped around their neck as you appeared at his forging station. “Hello there,” Dammon held his hand out to you waiting for a sign that it was okay to give you a gentle pet, “Are you lost little girl?” You rubbed your head against the palm of his hand, your eyes closed and your tail pointed up. He softly laughed, “Well then, I guess I don't mind the company. Stay as long as you’d like.” Ripping up what little he had left of his meat, he gave it to you before continuing his work.

As the days went on, Dammon would awaken to find you perched on the wooden barrel next to his bedroll or curled up next to the dancing flames of his forge. While he hammered away at his steel you would watch him with an intensity that seemed to mirror his own passion for his craft. Dammon couldn't help but notice how you watched him intently as he worked, curiously, he could have sworn he saw a hint of blush on your tiny furry cheeks whenever he lifted his shirt, exposing his glistening chest as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead.

Dammon chuckled, "Are you sure you're just a cat?" Still dazed for a moment, your feline eyes wide and ears back as you stared at him finally shook your head and responded with nothing but an innocent meow. Being a cat it wasn’t hard for you to distract him allowing your more playful side to shine through as you attempted to pounce on the tip of his tail. Succeeding in distraction, you found it heartwarming to see it brought another smile to his face. He even lifted his tail allowing you to jump at it. You didn’t know it, but Dammon cherished all these lighthearted interactions. Every single time he saw you he’d think to himself that It’s been a while since he’s awoken looking forward to something.

Your bond with him grew as the tieflings continued their stay at the grove. You began to rub your small frame against Dammon's leg and received gentle pats on your head in exchange. Soon, Dammon would come to find you sleeping at his side at night or comfortably perched above his head on his pillow. Each night he’d find himself sleeping with a smile on his face and again, he swore he could see the feline doing the same.

Soon you’d find the right time to tell him the truth about you, but for now you only wished to bask in his warmth, content with where things were at the time.

However, fate had other plans for you, something went awry. One night as you were curled atop Dammon's chest your wild shape dropped by accident while lost in a peaceful slumber… In the late night as you shifted back to your humanoid form, Dammon awoke, feeling an unexpected weight upon his chest. As his vibrant eyes opened, he was greeted with a surprise.

There, nestled atop of him, lay one of the druids, you, with the same pink bow his feline friend had worn. Your head was tucked into him, breathing gently as you continued your blissful sleep. Dammon, startled yet calm, couldn't help but blush at the sight before him, you were absolutely stunning… And, and very nude. Quickly, Dammon pulled the sheets over your figure, wanting to protect your modesty. With softened eyes, Dammon couldn’t stop himself from stroking the top of your head, "Thank you". Overwhelmed with emotions, he wrapped his arms and tail around you, holding you gently, and closed his eyes, content to share this intimate moment with you and hopefully more to come.

-𝑅𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓃-

You felt bad for the tieflings, no one deserves to be treated this way. Your people were acting out which wasn’t usually like them, wasn't like most of them anyway… Granted you’d never seen one in person until now, but still, they were no devils. Wanting to get closer to them you decided to wild shape in the form of a cat to observe and understand the tielfings better. One caught your attention right away, his name Rolan according to the two others standing beside him, arguing. This tiefling frequented sour moods so you decided to get closer to him best you could and extend a helping paw.

The moment you came around him and his siblings, Rolan was skeptical and guarded, he’d never seen a cat like you around before, but now all of a sudden you show up. He waves his foot in front of you dismissing your attempts to befriend him, “Shoo! Scram you damn beast.”

His sister, Lia, interjected, urging him, “Rolan! Be kind! It’s just a harmless cat” You sat on your tail, shaking your shoulders as you held your head high as if agreeing with his sister. Rolan scrunches his face, scoffing, “What if it’s one of the druids? We can’t be careless, Lia!”

Lia countered, “All the more reason to be kind.”

As the days moved forward, so did your attempts. Each time you fussed over Rolan, a spark of irritation would flash in his eyes. Whenever you strove to rub yourself against his leg he’d lightly push you back or move it before you could, which caused you to face plant into the ground… And whenever you tried to jump at his tail he’d hastily pull it away from you, squinting at you with disgust, “As if I'd allow you to touch me,” Your furry cheeks puffed out as you let out your own scoff for once, “I've got my eyes on you, cat.”

However, Rolan couldn't deny that each spark of irritation was beginning to flicker less and less. With each passing day, your feline antics became almost endearing. The sight of the pink-ribboned cat became a constant in his life and surprisingly, he found he was beginning to enjoy your feline company.

"Why are you so persistent?" he asked you one day, wondering if he’d get an answer back, but you only purred, weaving yourself between his legs instead of answering him with words.

Rolan found himself developing an odd friendship with you. He found that your presence alleviated his stress and provided comfort, something he hadn’t realized he craved.

One night, under the blanket of stars, Rolan sat on a log outside the grove, his lips vocalizing his thoughts aloud, “I should have left this place already. Staying any longer would be a mistake!” Registering his tone, your ears pushed back, but still you continued to approach him. Maybe there was something you could do to ease his mind.

Hopping onto his lap you softly nudge your head against his chest purring as your tail flicked up and glided across his chin before finding peace on his lap. Sighing, he looked down at you, “Even if you are one of the druids,” he murmured, scratching behind one of your ears, “You don’t seem like the rest. Perhaps I wouldn’t mind your company.”

For all you know you had let your guard down, hell maybe it was because him scratching your ear felt so good, or maybe this was Silvanus nudging things forward… But you instantaneously transformed back to your humanoid self, naked and sitting on the tieflings lap…

Instinctively, Rolan grasped your hips to prevent you from falling, his infernal cheeks darkening at the sight of you. Your own face flushed with embarrassment, swiftly trying to cover yourself.

“R-Rolan! I-I didn’t mean. I didn’t mean for this to happen! I- i lost control and i- i… I’m so sorry!” You bowed your head, far too frozen to move off him from shock that this happened. You were thankful to the oak father that it was only the two of you out here though.

As the initial shock subsided, "I knew there was something peculiar about you," he growls, his grip loosening from your hips.

You reveal your name just as Rolan is about to release you to slip off his lap, “I didn’t mean to scare you! I- I originally just wanted to help ease your mind while you were here, and then i grew-” You looked away from him, “I grew to appreciate your company, i didn’t want to ever leave your side.”

Rolan’s gaze softened, and he found himself lost in your eyes as you looked to the side. He’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some kind of connection between the two of you now. With a hint of a smile, Rolan reassured you, “Not scared, nor surprised really,” He carefully released his hands from your hips so he could conjure up a robe for you. Slipping it over your shoulders, Rolan covers you, “I suppose I did say I wouldn't mind your company, no reason to change that now. Besides, I can’t wait to stick it in Lia and Cal’s face that I was right about you.”

-𝒵𝑒𝓋𝓁𝑜𝓇-

Zevlor was engrossed in a map of the lands until movement caught his attention. Looking up from his stone desk his eyes met with a beautiful cat with a pink bow wrapped delicately around its neck. Its silky black fur glistened from the sun that poked through the cracks of the cave and the dimly lit candles, and its vibrant green eyes gleamed with an intelligence that surpassed that of an ordinary feline.

“Greetings, and just who might you be?” As he approaches, the feline gazes up at him with a longing in its eyes, as if seeking companionship.

Unbeknownst to the tiefling, this cat was not an ordinary feline but rather you, a Druid who had admired him since his arrival at the grove. Enchanted by Zevlor's purity of heart, you had taken on the form of a cat to get closer to him, to experience the warmth of his touch and be near him.

You gracefully hopped onto Zevlor's stone desk, emitting a subtle meow as though inviting him into your world. Zevlor's heart had softened as he extended his hand and gently stroked your furry head… You closed your feline eyes, basking in the touch of his kind hand. Your very own warmth against his hand, a gentle caress to his troubled soul.

As the days passed, you became a constant visitor in Zevlor's cave. You would lie on the stone desk, your head occasionally tilting in apparent fascination as Zevlor read over his books and maps. It always made him feel as if you were reading alongside him, sharing in his knowledge. In the evenings, you would curl up on his lap, purring in contentment, easing the weight of his isolation.

Then came the night that changed everything. While nestled at his side as you both slept soundly you had dropped your disguise on accident leaving you vulnerable to his eyes when he woke.

In the middle of the night Zevlor had finally stirred from his deep sleep, immediately he sensed a weight of warmth permeating his being, a sensation that had long been forgotten. When Zevlor’s eyes finally opened, he found himself face to face with a breathtaking view, you.

A stunned silence befell Zevlor as he connected the dots, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Tracing his fingers gently over the pink bow, careful not to wake you, the beautiful Druid who laid next to him was the same creature who kept him company during his lonely nights. The one he had affectionately named Blossom due to your pink bow, Zevlor had petted it countless of times as you purred under his touch…

Despite being as careful as he could, Zevlor had caused you to awaken. Blinking your eyes awake you lean your head up to look at him, a smile creeping on your lips as you stretch out to him… Only it isn’t paws you come to see but rather your actual hands… Your eyes grew wide and suddenly you’re looking at him with a face redder than even his skin. You sit up in a panic and as you sit up in his bedroll his thin blanket glides off your body revealing that you’re in the nude. Cheeks burning with embarrassment and a trace of fear in your eyes, you scramble to cover yourself with the thin blanket.

It all happened within a matter of seconds and despite looking away as fast as he could to ease your embarrassment, Zevlor did in fact catch a glimpse at what happened… He swore he would have a heart attack with how fast his heart was beating.

"I-i I’m so sorry! I can explain..." You began, your gaze not being able to look at him.

Zevlor simply shook his head, cutting you off. "There’s no need, I owe you my thanks.”

You don’t know why you were so surprised, you knew this man was the embodiment of kindness, but still, you felt terrible for this. "I… I didn't mean for you to find out this way..." You admitted, clutching the blanket close to your chest.

“I understand. But, I’m grateful to you. For keeping me company all this time.” Zevlor offered you a comforting smile, “If I may?” He reached over grabbing the only spare shirt he had and offered it to you.

Touched by his understanding and warmth, you accepted the shirt with a shy smile and pulled it over your head, "Thank you, Zevlor," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude, “Would it be okay if I stayed just a bit longer?” You rubbed your arm, comforting yourself in case he said no. But luckily, Zevlor nodded, “I’ll leave you to the bedroll, I’ll sit at my desk.” He was such a gentleman but, that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him here with you…

“C-could you stay here with me, please.”

He had an internal battle with himself, he wanted to be close to you, to feel your warmth against his body, but would that really be okay? But when your gaze meets his, he couldn’t deny the way you looked at him, plus the pink bow… Zevlor could see you desperately wished for him to stay with you like the other nights.

“Of course," he replied, "I'd be honored to stay with you, my dear." He settled himself beside you, the heat of his body pressing against yours. You couldn't help but lean into him, craving the contact, the intimacy that awaited.

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Must you be so cruel?

Cardan Greenbriar x fae!princess!reader

a/n: this concept was most requested so here you are. warnings: swearing, no smut (unless y’all want a part 2 with some😏lmk), not proofread I have like six more to write

As your steads stop for water, your mother approaches you.

“We are almost there.” She grins excitedly.

you roll your eyes as you fix your riding skirt.

“yay.” You say, unenthusiastically. Your mother had arranged a ball with the High Court, you suspected she was trying to marry your older sister off to one of the princes. But you dreaded seeing a particular prince with a stupid rat tail.

“Don’t take an attitude with me, y/n” your mother warned, “we need to be on our best behavior. We mustn’t insult the High King or Queen.”

Your mother made you changed once you made it to the Palace. Your dress was black as to not outshine your sisters. As you walked into the Throne room, you spotted the king and queen but no sign of that dreaded prince.

You make your way to the King and bow as your parents exchange pleasantries.

After your mother turns to you “Go grab your sister some wine.”

“Why? She has legs.” You said as you smooth down the ruffles of your skirt.

“She is talking to Prince Dain. I will not interfere with the makings of an engagement.” Your mother said sternly.

you sigh, “yes ma’am.”

As you make your way to the banquet table, you look around at the folk dancing. Trying to shield your eyes from the naked folk, you grab a glass and have a servant fill it with wine.

You look back and see your sister dancing with Prince Dain, and you smile to yourself. Even though your mother made you come here and has been driving you crazy, it’s nice to see your sister radiant smile light up the dance floor.

The glass being rather useless now that she’s dancing, you start to down the drink when someone clears there throat.

“It’s unlady like to chug wine 30 minutes into a ball.” Nicasia said sharply. “You filthy half breed.”

you turn dreading facing her. When you look, she’s wearing a body hugging blue dress and a face of pure disgust.

“Mermaid style dress? That’s a bit on the nose isn’t it?” You say continuing to sip from your glass.

“Why are you even here?” She spits, seemingly losing her patience even though she approached you.

“She was invited unfortunately.” A voice behind you called.

You freeze. God damn it. You turn around to find Cardan’s gold rimmed eyes staring back at yours.

“Cardan.” You acknowledge, turning back to watch your sister.

“Y/n. Is your mother trying to push your boring sister onto my brother?” He asked as Nicasia laughs moving to link arms with him.

“Must you be so cruel?” You ask, annoyed.

“Only to you.” He replied.

“I’m not completely sure of my mother’s intentions, I haven’t asked.” You say, finishing your glass. “Afraid of your reputation if you become related to a half mortal?” You ask, motioning for a servant to get you another glass.

“I’d be disgusted to be related to you.” He says as Nicasia laughs.

A grin spreads across you face as an idea comes to your head.

“Why?” You ask with an innocent grin.

“must there be a reason? That’s a reason enough.” He replied.

“Yes, I’m curious. Why would you be disgusted to be related to me?” You ask.

“Most far find the existence of half bloods disgusting.” He said brushing if off

“Yes most of the folk. What about you though? What’s your real reason for not wanting to be related to me?” You smirk.

His smirk momentarily drops before regaining his composure.

“My opinion of you.” He says before grabbing Nicasia’s hand and pulling her to dance. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be leaving.”

you laugh to yourself as a servant puts the wine glass back in your hand.

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Later that night as the ball is winding down, your Mother asks you to retrieve your sister.

You look around the dance floor to no avail, no sign of her.

Walking out of the hall, you make your way into hallway. Looking around and opening seemingly endless doors, grew tiresome.

As you give up and walk back to the banquet hall, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Your boring sister is in my brothers room.” A drunken voice called.

turning to see Cardan with the gold juice of fae fruit smeared on his lips while the smell of wine on his mouth. He looks at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before.

“Oh.” You say, realizing you’ll have to explain to your mother that your sister is spending the night with the prince. But then you realize Cardan has not moved his hand from your shoulder.

Quickly pushing his hand off you, he stumbles grabbing ahold of your arm to stabilize himself.

“Cardan how much have you had to drink?” You asked annoyed.

“I lost count after 12 glasses.” He said as he focused back on your face. “And why’d you have to shove me?” He whined.

“Oh you’re such a baby.” You say, using your arm to support him as you guide him to walk.

“Where are we going?” He asked leaning on you.

“Your room, you need to be put to bed before you hurt yourself.” You say dragging him through the corridor.

“But I left my wine goblet.” He says trying to pull you back to the alcove he emerged from.

“If you go back for it, I’ll leave you there and you can pass out on the floor for all I care.” You say letting go of him.

“Fine.” He huffs.

As you reach his room you open the door and close it behind you. You push him onto the bed and he laughs looking up at you.

“That’s not how I imaged it.” He laughs, eyes glazed over.

“Imagined what?” You asked as you move to leave.

“You pushing me onto the bed.” He replied as if it was common knowledge.

You mule over the words in your head. He seems more honest when drunk. Before you can stop yourself, you find your self asking.

“Why would you hate it if we were related?”

“My thoughts of you would be considered inappropriate. The thoughts I don’t want to have.” He relied his eyes getting droopy.

“What do you think about me?” You ask.

“The thought of you in my arms.” He said as his eyes shut.

You stare there for a minute, processing this new information. You wait until you hear soft snoring before opening the door and turning to find your mother.

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Carbon Copy

Neytiri x daughetr!Reader; Jake x daughter!Reader; Sully Family x Child!Reader

Chapter 3: A whole new world

Masterlist

Previous: [prologue] [chapter 1] [chapter 2]

Summary: Despite leaving their homeland, Y/n holds onto her mother's values. However, tragedy strikes with Neteyam's death, shattering Y/n's innocence and sparking a raging fury within her, forever changing her carefree spirit

A father protects It's what gives him meaning. One life ends, another begins.

The sea clans are a world unto themselves. Thousands of islands, an unknown territory, into which we could just vanish without a trace.

"Y/n, Y/n, look down," Lo'ak urges, nodging me gently from behind on his ikran, his voice cutting through the wind. He points, eyes wide looking out into the sea.

I blink myself awake and glance down.

Below us, the ocean shifts from a deep endless blue to something brighter, turquoise and alive. The water sparkles like it's made of stars. We crossed what seemed to be a barrier. Everything feels different. New. Foreign. Na'vi wait for us on the shore, but their not like us. Their skin is lighter, like their waters, features shaped by the sea rather than the forest.

A horn echoes through the salty air, low and loud. I instinctively shift closer to Lo'ak. I don't want to be here. That sound makes it real— we're not home anymore.

We're away from The People.

"This is so cool," Lo'ak says beside me, awestruck. He doesn't feel what I feel. Our ikrans circle above the reef, following our fathers lead as we wait for clearance to land.

When we finally touched down on the sand, Lo'ak hops off and offers me his hand. I hesitate, hoping that maybe I can disappear into the shadows, but I know it's too late. I see Tuk, curious as always, wandering toward the unfamiliar Na'vi.

"Tuk!" I rush forward and grab her hand, whispering, "You must not." but before we can retreat back, we bump into sa'nok. She rests her hands on our backs, gently pushing us forward.

Sempu walks ahead, arms raised in peace, a sign that we are not enemies that we are here because we have nowhere else to go.

"Be nice," he says without turning, his voice clipped. It's a warning meant for Neteyam and Lo'ak. I fall back beside Kiri who clutches her shawl tighter, like it can shield her from the stares.

They're all looking at us. Judging. Whispers float through the air. We are different, and they see it. They feel it.

Two boys, around Neteyam and Lo'ak's age, step through the crowd. One tall and sneering. The shorter one, curious. They circle like predators.

Neteyam and Lo'ak raise their hands greeting them. It is not returned, they exchange a look, confusion clouding their expressions.

"Easy. Just be cool," Sempu warns again, low and firm.

Then it begins.

"Look. What is that?" the shorter one scoffs, pointing at our tails. "Is that supposed to be a tail?"

Laughter ripples through the clan,

"It's too small. How are they supposed to swim?" he adds.

"Do not, Rotxo. Aonung," a girl says. Her voice firm, her eyes kind. Lo'ak stammers a quiet "hey," clearly surprised by her beauty.

A boom of a sea creature surfaces nearby— powerful. A man rides it with effortless grace, his presence demanding respect. The olo'eyktan. He dismounts the sea ikran looking creature and approaches our father. They share the traditional I see you gesture. A greeting. A sign of respect.

We mimiv the motion, heads bowed. When I lift my eyes again, the crowd parts. A woman steps forward, graceful, adorned with shimmering beads and shells. She moves with confidence, like she commands the sea itself.

The tsahik.

"I see you, Ronal," my parents say in unison. We follow.

She does not reply. She simply stares, cold and unwavering. We are strangers here— unwanted guests.

"Why do you come to us, Jakesully?" the olo'eyktain asks.

"We seek uturu." my father says.

I close my eyes. The words tastes like failure. Sanctuary. We're running— from our people. From the skypeople. From ourselves.

"You are forest people. Your skills mean nothing here," the olo'eyktan says, a quiet finality in his voice.

Ronal begins to circle. Her silence is sharper than the words of the olo'eyktan. When she reaches me, her eyes pause— calculating, unreadable.

"We will learn your ways. Am I right?" sempu says, looking back at us. I nod, slow and small.

"Their arms are thin," she says lifting Tuk's arm. Tuk recoils, calling for sa'nok.

"Their tails are... weak.," she continues grabbing Kiri's. Kiri winces whispering an "ow."

"You will be slow in the water," she says flatly, as she suddenly grabs Kiri's hands.

"These children are not even true Na'vi." she announces, raising Kiri's hands for all the see. Shame burns through me.

I step forward. My hand closes around Kiri's wrist, pulling her free. I look up to Ronal, silent. Daring her to touch her again.

"Yes we are," Kiri says firmly.

She turns to Lo'ak. He doesn't flinch. He knows what's coming.

"They have demon blood." she declares. A collective gasp follows. The crowd stepping back, eyes wide.

I look down, unable to face them. Their words don't change what I am, the four fingers on my hands remain the same, but they strike something deeper. A quiet ache surfaces, one I didn't know I carried.

Resentment for what we are, rising from where it's long been buried.

Sempu steps forward, hand outstretched. "Look," he says, desperate the shift the weight of judgement off of us and onto him. "This came from me. I was born of the sky people, but I am Na'vi. I have adapted."

"My husband was Toruk Makto" sa'nok says, pride in her voice. "He led the clans to victory against the sky people."

"This you call victory?" Ronal snaps. "Hiding among strangers?"

"It seems Eywa has turned her back on you... Chosen one."

Ma sa'nok hisses— raw, protective. Ronal answers with her own hiss, venomous. The air thickens with tension. I glance at my father.

"I apologize for my mates, she's—"

"Do not apologize for me."

"—She's flown a long way. She's exhausted."

"Jake." Their words clash and tangle.

Ronal steps back. The olo'eyktan speaks again, voice calm but firm. "Toruk Makto is a great war leader. All Na'vi know his story, but we, the Metkayina, are not at war."

I nudge Tuk toward sempu. "Dad..." she whispers, tired, uncertain. He lifts her into his arms. She rests her head on his shoulders. Tonowari's eyes flick to her momentarily.

"We cannot let you bring war here."

"I'm done with war," sempu says. "I just want to keep my family safe."

"Uturu has been asked." sa'nok says, eyes closed like she's bracing for rejection. Like she's ready to fly to another tribe. To run away again.

Ronal and Tonowari exchange a glance. No words. Just understanding in their eyes. His gaze softens when they flick to Tuk again.

With a final nod from Ronal, the olo'eyktain turns to the clan.

"Toruk Makto and his family will stay with us. Treat them as brothers and sisters. They do not know the sea. They will be like babies. Taking their first breath. Teach them our ways, so they do not suffer the shame of being useless."

I clench my jaw, beside me Kiri rolls her eyes.

"What do we say?" sempu asks, calm and expectant.

"Thank you," we echo, voices overlapping.

"My son Aonung, my daughter Tsireya will show you what to do."

"Come I will show you our village."

"Okay Sully's, fall in. Come one, take a knee."

I drop down in between Kiri and Neteyam, the feeling of the woven material at my legs. I just want the day to be over already.

"I need you kids on your best behaviour. I mean it." Sempu's voice is firm, his eyes sharp as he looks at each of us like he's trying to see through our brains. "Learn fast, pull your weight... Don't cause trouble. You got it?" His eyes land on Lo'ak. Of course.

"Yes sir," Lo'ak says all serious, and I let out a small groan without thinking. That sword— sir— it sounds cold. Like a soldier. It makes something twist in my stomach.

Sempu turns to me. "Is something wrong, Y/n?"

I shake my head quickly.

"I wanna go home," Tuk sniffles, kneeling close to sempu, her tiny hand gripping his fingers. Her bottom lip does that shaky thing like it's about to give up.

"Oh Tuk," sa'nok says softly. Her eyes go flat, and her face melts into a kind look. Honestly? Same, Tuk. Same.

"Tuk, this is our home now," our father says, pulling her into his side. He tries to sound strong, but I hear the tired in his voice. "We're gonna get through this. We will, if we have each others backs. Alright?"

Sa'nok steps in too. "What does your father always say?"

"Sully's stick together," we all mumble, voices sad and low. I glance at Kiri. She doesn't say it. She just stares at the ground like she's somewhere else.

"That's right. Sully's stick together. This time with some feeling!" Sempu tries to smile like this isn't the worst day ever.

"Sully's stick together...woo" I say, but it comes out quiet, not a real cheer, just pretend.

This is it.

Our new home.

Our uturu.

The woven walkways bounce a little under my feet as I wander through the village, the feeling making it feel like the whole place is breathing with me. It creaks softly under me and I peek down through the little gaps between the strands— I can see the water below, all shimmery and blue.

I skip a little, arms out for balance, pretending I'm on a tightrope. One wrong step and I'll fall into the sea! "Ahh!" I whisper dramatically, wobbling side to side, grinning to myself. I catch my balance, victorious and stick out my tongue to the ocean below.

Everything here is so weird and pretty. Bright colours, swaying plants, the smell of salty wind and something kind of fishy but not bad. I poke my head around the corner and see two Metkayina women weaving giant mats, their hands moving super fast. I don't want to interrupt, so I dark away before they can notice me staring.

Then I hear it.

Splash! Splash!

Voices echo over the water. Excited, playful. I stop, standing tall on the edge of one of the platforms, just high enough to see.

There they are— all of them. Lo'ak launches himself off the platform like he's falling off a ikran. Kiri glides through the water like she was born there. Neteyam's by Lo'ak and Tuk paddles around near the Metkayina children giggling her head off.

Heads bob up as Lo'ak and Neteyam complain about not understanding something in their hand langauge.

"Y/n!" Tuk calls, waving her arms. "Come swim with us!"

I wave back with a grin, but I don't go. I feel the bouncy material shift beneath my feet as I step back.

It looks fun, it probably is fun. I can feel it in my chest, this little fizz of excitement that wants to jump in.

"Come on!" Neteyam splashes water toward me like a dare.

I hesitate just a second. Then I smile wide.

"I'm coming!"

I run and leap off the edge of the platform, it bounces under my feet and shoots me into the air. For a second, I feel like I'm flying. Then— splash!

Cool water wraps around me. Bubbles rush past my nostrils. I open my eyes and—whoa!

Fish in every colour twist and dart around coral and rocks. Plants sway like their dancing to a quiet song. I spin slowly, arms stretched out, watching the bright fish swirl around me like they know I'm new here. A soft light glows from a big jellyfish drifting by.

My lungs start to ache, so I kick up to the surface and gulp in a breath.

"You finally jumped" Tsireya says, floating nearby. Her eyes warm and she giggles softly.

I nod, smiling at her. "Yeah."

I dip back under the water, my braids trailing behind me in the water. I swim along side Lo'ak, Neteyam and Tuk. We stay under for a bit, I tried to copy how they move, but I ran out of breath quick and signal to go up. They nod and we all surface together.

"How do they stay down there for so long?" I say in between breaths. I peek back under the water and see the Metkayina kids swim up to us with ease.

Tsireya smiles. "Are you alright?"

I nod and spit out a little water I accidentally swallowed from all the bobbing.

"You're too fast. Wait for us." Tuk whines, floating near Rotxo.

"Just breathe," Tsireya says gently, holding her hand out to help me stay afloat.

"You're not good divers," Aonung smirks. "Maybe good at swinging through trees but—" Tsireya hit him on the back of the head.

I burst out laughing.

They all start talking again, but I'm not listening. I'm too busy kicking my arms and legs, trying to stay above the water. My body's getting tired.

"Where's Kiri?" I ask out of nowhere, right as Rotxo says the same thing.

"Kiri?"

"Who?" Aonung says, blinking like he forgot she existed.

"She's probably talking to the fish or something." I shrug. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Can I ride the ilu?" I ask, splashing in the water. Aonung, Tsireya and the other Metkayina kids are all laughing as Lo'ak goes flying off the back of one, floating up to the top of the water.

Tsireya tries to smile but looks nervous. "They're very... powerful, Y/n."

"I'm not scared," I say puffing up a little.

Before she can answer, I hear it.

"No!" my dad calls from somewhere behind me.

I twist around and spot him, in the water with the Olo'eytkan and a bunch of big scary warriors. He's not riding an ilu, he's next to something huge and scary looking, like way cooler than the rest.

Tsireya gives me a soft, sorry smile.

I smile back, but it's a fake one. I glance at Lo'ak, still laughing as he climbs back on and immediately flying off again.

I turn and walk away. If I can't ride, then I don't want to watch.

I didn't go far. Just enough so no one sees me.

The water here is quieter, not so splashy and loud like where the others are playing. I watch as ilus glide through the water like shiny blue snakes with wings se'ntro with wings. One swims close, its fin slicing the surface.

I can totally ride that.

I slide into the water slowly, quiet as I can. The waters warm, and it hugs me like a secret. My fingers brush against the ilus skin— it twitches, but doesn't swim away.

"Hi.." I whisper.

I reach out, trying to link my kuru with it, but right as I get close— It darts off, it's tail smacking me in the face.

"Hey!" I yell, spitting water.

Then I hear something, not a splash this time. More like a hum. Soft, like music. I turn around and—

"Kiri?"

She's floating nearby, eyes half closed, hands gently brushing the glowing strands of some underwater plant. Her her floats like seaweed. Like she's part of the water.

She blinks at me. "Y/n?"

I freeze. "Hi."

"What are you doing here?" she swims closer. "You're not supposed to be riding an ilu alone."

I cross my arms scowling. "Well no one lets me ride. So I was just trying."

Kiri sighs but she doesn't sound mad. "You always do this,"

"Do what?"

She just raises an eyebrow at me.

".. Okay maybe I do it a little."

She laughs and nudges my shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the shore."

We sit on the sand where the water laps at our toes, warm and quiet. I plop down with a huff, dragging my hands through the sand. It squishes between my fingers, but it doesn't make me feel better.

"It's not fair," I mumble, keeping my eyes on the water. "Lo'ak and Neteyam get to ride the ilu's/ Tuk's busy being everyones favourite. And me? I'm just...here."

Kiri doesn't say anything at first. She just sits beside me, her fingers tracing shapes in the sand.

"I feel like I'm always two steps behind," I go on. "Like I'm always trying so hard, and I'm still not enough. I don't swim like them. They keep saying that I'll get it, that I'll learn, what if I don't?"

Kiri finally looks at me. Her eyes calm, but serious. "I feel that too," she says. "Not the same way... but I do."

I blink at her. "You? But.. you're like, all magical and mysterious. Like Eywa has chosen you."

"Doesn't mean I don't feel different," she says softly. "Sometimes I feel too much. Sometimes I feel like I belong to Eywa more than I belong to people. Even here, where everything should make sense... I just feel lost."

Her voice is quiet like the wind, but I feel every word.

"I miss the forest," I whisper. "The way the ground felt under my feet. I miss knowing where I was, who I was, I new where I fit back home."

Kiri nods. "Here, it's like we're growing into new skins. And it hurts just a little."

"Yeah." I wrap my arms around my knees. "I don't want to lose the old me just to fit in with the sea people."

"You won't," she says gently. "You're still you. Just... changing a little."

I let out a sigh and lean into her shoulder. "Why do you always sound like a storyteller?"

Kiri smiles. "Someone has to say the deep stuff around here."

We sit there for a while, not saying anything, just breathing in the salty air. The sun is dipping lower, painting everything gold. My chest doesn't feel heavy anymore, just full.

"Y'n, Kiri!" Neteyam's voice calls out as the sun starts to set. I look back and see him waving us over, walking toward our new home with Tuk skipping beside him and Lo'ak dragging his feet behind.

Kiri and I walk over, the woven walkways bouncing us softly, and the glowing ocean below. Everything smells like salt and seaweed.

When it gets dark, we all curl up together in the big woven hut. It feels strange. The air is different. The walls sway a little when wind blows. I can't sleep.

I'm curled up between Kiri and Tuk, my eyes shut but my mind loud. I can hear every breath. Every creak.

Everything here is too quiet.

Then I hear a voice, soft and low.

Sempu.

"They did alright today," he says.

Sa'nok's voice answers, quieter than a breeze, trying not to wake us. "They didn't ask for this."

"None of us did."

I don't move. I just listen.

"Neteyam..." he starts, and theres a pause. "He's trying to hold it all together. Like he thinks it's his job to keep everyone safe."

"He's still a boy," ma sa'nok says, her voice full of love. "He walks like a warrior,"

"He's got your heart," sempu says.

Sa'nok hums. "And he's got your worry lines."

They both laugh a little, soft and sad.

"Lo'ak," she says next, and I hear her the smile. "Always charging ahead."

"He'll dive head first into an argument," sempu mutters.

"He loves deeply. He just doesn't know how to carry it yet."

"He will," my father mutters. "He's got time."

There's a pause. I feel Kiri shift beside me and then, squeeze.

Her hand, gently finding mine. She squeezes my fingers once, slow.

I freeze.

Then... I squeeze back.

We open one eye each, both peeking through the dark, when our gazes meet, a giggle tries to break free. I slap a hand over my mouth, Kiri shuts her eyes tightly. We don't laugh out loud, but it's there in our chests, buzzing like little forest bugs.

"Kiri..." sempu says.

We both go still.

"She's always listening. Always feeling more than she says."

"She carries the voice of Eywa in her bones," ma sa'nok whispers. "Even when she doesn't understand it."

"Magic" I mouth to her

We have to bury our faces into the blanket to keep from giggling. Kiri kicks me lightly and I kick her back, careful to not make a sound.

"Tuk.."

"Brightest spirit I've ever met," my mother says, "She's so little but she shines through all this darkness."

"She's our light." my father murmurs

And then—

"Y/N." sa'nok said.

My heart skips a beat.

"She's always watching."

"She watches with her heart," sa'nok adds. "She copies the others, trying to be big. Trying not to be scared."

"She hides it, when it's too much... she makes jokes instead."

"She's got your fire," sempu murmurs. "And your stubornness."

Kiri gives my hand another squeeze and I whisper, "Bet he says Sully's stick together next."

"One," Kiri whispers.

"Two..."

And like clockwork dad says, "As long as we stick together—"

"Sully's stick together," we whisper in perfect sync, muffling our laughter again.

We don't know it, cause our eyes are closed, but Neytiri looks over at us in that moment— at her two daughters pretending to be sleeping but obviously causing mischief— and a small smile pulls at her lips.

After a while we all fall asleep. Cramped, cosy and a little chaotic. Just how we like it.

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how we feeling 💋 are we loving the sister bond Kiri and Y/n have??? yeah boom! IS IT TOO LONG??????? can yall interact or smtthhhh like say a hi or a bye 😞🤘

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[elysian-hell]

Heir of Deception:

Rich! Yanderes x Tabloid Writer! Reader TLDR: Bitches be crazy and unfortunately you're a fish in a barrel. You write a letter to your contact telling her that you need out(and why) with hopes it's well received or received at all... >>>TW: allusions to obsessive behavior.

Dear June, 

I know you’re just my contact but I don’t know who else to write a letter to. I’ve been disconnected from all contact with the outside world-- I actually don’t know if I'll manage to get this letter out or if it’ll be intercepted. I know you stuck your neck out for me and sponsored me to do this whole investigation but I think I’m in way over my head. These college students are absolute freaks and I’m not cut out for undercover work. I need to get out. I’m afraid of the upcoming Summer break. I think if I don’t get out before then… I’m not sure how easy it will be for me to get back at all. 

These were the people we were supposed to get the greatest payoff on and now they’ve become the people I’m most concerned about. I should have never let myself get close or… attached, I guess. At some point I dropped the disguise and now it’s like I can’t put up a front anymore. They suspect I’m not who I say I am, but I don’t know what they want from me. If you are willing to send help. If you can send help. This is what’s happening:

Arthur Bradford, third in line of the Bradford family fortune. He started off as my tutor to help catch me up to pace in exchange to scrub a detention from his record. He is the most prideful and self absorbed person I’ve ever met. He berated me and scolded me constantly and at some point I snapped and started to give it right back to him. We had a back and forth going but somewhere along the way it became a tango of sorts. Arthur became more real, more open. I was able to scrape beyond the surface but I didn’t realize that in turn it left me vulnerable too. 

Something tells me that he caught on to the fact that I’m not really an heiress but he keeps going along with this ruse, this “tutoring." He’ll take up as many hours of my day as he can before I up and leave. His lessons will go beyond the curriculum to the point where I don’t even understand his goal. Something about this is important to him because if I miss a session? He will go into an absolute rage. Although, Arthur is also a great source of gossip on the other students but the more he shared the more wary I became. He acts like I should be able to trust him, hell… like he’s the only person I can trust, but the way my hair goes on edge with him sometimes. I can feel that something isn’t right. 

“Y/n, you’re so naive. I really hope that doesn’t come back to bite you. You’re lucky to have me.”

Clayton Bass, the only child to an oil tycoon family. He was used to rough and tumble American sports like football so these rich kid activities were an adjustment. He and I were two of the handful of students that signed up for archery (he had actually signed up for everything). There was practically a tail wagging behind him when he saw me enter the green with my bow. He recalled me as the Queen of Detention when we first met and quickly decided that the both of us should train together in this time. While I struggled to build the arm strength to keep my aim steady, Clay was all brawn and no agility. That’s what he asked me to call him, Clay. 

Soon I was invited to game after game and practice after practice. Sometimes I would politely decline or just not show up but Clay would always seek me out and persuade me to come with. If he saw me on the green he would just drape himself on me or hug me from behind, startling me mid-conversation. Clay would pick me up and spin me around, elated every time he saw me. I was becoming an immovable post in his day to day. It scared me though, knowing he can just physically overpower me like that.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’? You aren’t leaving right? I need my lucky charm tonight.”

Hendrix Arison was not at all like I gathered from the articles. On the surface sure, but underneath was someone who was depressed and exhausted beyond his years. All of the indulgences were to try to fill some kind of void. The only way I could get close enough was to have a fling. We agreed there were no strings attached and met at his dorm after curfew. Sometimes afterwards he would sit there and hum tunes to songs I’d never heard of before, after a few times I started to add a harmony or beat. When I asked him what it was he almost looked ashamed. They were works in progress that his label would never let him release. Hen stopped humming after that, but I had it stuck in my head to the point where I asked him to record a demo just for me. He just stared at me with a look that I couldn’t quite pin and pulled me in close, only agreeing once I couldn’t see his face. 

When I realized that he was fast approaching being a washed out celebrity I decided to stop pursuing him. I suggested that we end our situationship and he was weirdly against it, offended almost. When I pressed he would scoff and say that he had a whole slew of back ups, but asked if we could still be friends. I agreed but… he was almost always around. It was like he was expecting me to beg him to come back, to stop playing hard to get. I think he’s losing sleep over it. Each day the under eye circles get darker and he gets a little more impatient. 

“Why are you with him? Are you serious? Jealous?! I’ve never been jealous in my life.”

Brayden DuMont was the heir to his parent’s first generation wealth tech industry. To tell you the truth? He is actually a genius. This guy knows machinery better than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. I truly thought he only tolerated my presence. We shared a math class where he and I would always sit next to each other for. Never even exchanged more than a hello here and there. I would try to compliment his work, even if it was never for the class. It was usually some sort of side project. Blue prints or something to tinker with. Nothing I could ever make heads or tails of but impressive nonetheless. After a while he would look over at my paper and tap some wrong answers and mumble corrections aloud. 

He was never around but there were always little improvements made in my life left behind. The only reason I knew it was him was because he would leave behind a sticky note the same color as he used in his journals. A new lock on my door for extra security. A headlight on my bike which I didn’t know he knew I had or used? And most recently a cute little robot to keep me company. I don’t really know what he does, he usually just wheels around my room chirping every so often. I’m not sure why he’s doing all of this for me. I feel like I’m losing my autonomy piece by piece-- this is sweet, but not helping. 

“All I need is you beside me, and you can’t even do that? Of course, I need you. Isn’t that obvious?”

Haruki Sato is probably the most dangerous on paper having family ties with the yakuza. You’d never know it by talking to him though. Haru was the first to offer me a tour of the campus when I arrived. We gravitated towards each other ever since. He was easy to talk to and the most grounded out of anyone else here. If he caught me looking stressed he would take me to the diner in town. Once or twice he’s found me crying even and he just sat down next to me and let me let it out. As much as he’s the one I understand the best, I also have a hard time pinning any motivation on him either. Sometimes our conversations were a dance where either one of us was trying to back the other into a hole. Luckily, I almost always got out of that situation in a draw. He knows there’s something up with me, but I try my best not to sweat it. 

He seemed to disapprove of my relationships with the other students, like he could see something I couldn’t. As time went on I was able to see outside that blinding charm to see how the other people would avoid his gaze or hurry around the corner once they caught him. Even more strangely, they started to do that to me too. When I finally cornered a smaller fish that I was close to getting a story on he nearly shook as he looked all around for something. All I was able to get out of him was Haru’s name before he sprinted away full speed. Far off in the distance was Haruki smiling, he took his hand out of his pocket and waved at me as if nothing alarming happened at all. 

“Let me handle this. I don’t want your pretty little hands getting dirty.”

Liam Pendelsen was the most normal rich person I had met at this deranged college. We talked about favorite books, tv shows, and games. We got food together. Sometimes we would lay on his bed and just shoot the shit until past curfew. Once I actually fell asleep in his dorm and had to rush back to the women’s dormitory before I was caught. He was nice enough to loan me one of his hoodies to fight off the early morning chill. It felt natural with him. He told me about his situation about his family and I started to feel guilty that I was lying to him this whole time. I decided that he had enough to worry about and my spilling his secrets wasn’t going to be one of them. I withdrew and thought that he’d fall into step with his other friends and I would just fade into obscurity. 

I was so wrong. I ate breakfast earlier to avoid him, he would find me to ask where I was. I would try and fill my time with other people... and Liam would just show up and join in like he was invited in the first place. I put a stop to our evening hang out sessions. Liam climbed the tree outside my window and let himself in to my room and waited until I got back. What's even more surprising? He was pretty pissy if I strolled back in late. As if the only person I should be out with at that hour was him. If I pushed too hard to pump the breaks on our friendship he would grab a hold of me and beg me not to. To tell him why and how he could fix it. It was like trying to save him from me by leaving him alone was breaking his heart in a whole other way. 

“No, you can’t! Why are you pulling away? I’ll change, just please, don’t go.” 

Professor Lysander is the teacher I spent most time with. He is my homeroom, English teacher, and advisor. He saw how I struggled to keep up and fit in and advised I start tutoring with Arthur. I think knowing he isn’t part of all of this elitist nightmare made me feel comfortable around him to let down my guard. Lysander was only a little older than me, a year or two. Something told me he was lonely too, at least in the sense that there weren’t people around that understood what it was like. I never told him about my real identity but he felt for me anyway. I started going to his house in town on Friday evenings for dinner. I learned about his ex-wife and how he inherited his home here. 

Rarely, I would spend the night in the guest room and he was always more than willing to share the space. I feel like this house is too big for him. Sometimes he would offer me to have dinner more often or to spend the weekend to enjoy downtown for once. I felt like I was getting too integrated into the household. I was putting away leftovers and photos of him and his wife on the fridge were replaced of polaroids of him and I. There was a rock in my gut that I just couldn’t remove. 

“You always have a room here. In fact, it’s yours. Your visits are really special to me.” 

If any of them catch wind of the other's behavior it is full on catatonic. They'd bicker at the least or throw punches at their worst. I try my best to keep them apart but there's only so many hours in the day and they want all of my time. I was losing sleep over figuring out how to handle them separately or together. I feel an ulcer coming on at this rate.

I thought it couldn't get any worse until it stopped. Altogether, it came to a halt. I was able to be around more than one of them without an altercation. It was a lot eerier than I thought. They mention that they want to take a trip this summer. That there's a villa by the ocean where we could all go. It sounds innocent enough but I don't think I can keep my cover if they have access to the internet unlike here on campus. But it's bigger than that too. Something tells me that if I go with them that something bad will happen.

And I don't think they're taking no for an answer.

Please. I'm begging you. Pull me out. Give me a signal if you can. I'll keep a bag packed. Until then...

Sincerely, -Y/n

[i-dared-myself]

Heads

Hyunjin x reader

Requested ‘sequal’ of this.

In which your hopeless romantic blunders come to an end

18+

After another terrible date, you stumble into your apartment. You barely manage to kick your shoes off before you sink to the floor and cry.

Is there really no one decent out there? Why do your dates feel the need to point out your flaws? Why are they all such assholes?

You dump your purse next to the door, along with your jacket. It’s future-you’s problem, and future-you is going to call now-you a bitch.

You remove your makeup, and return to your living room. Turning on a stupid romantic film is what you need right now, so you do it.

You gather your pyjamas and bring them to your living room, peeking at the television. The love interest has the protagonist in his arms, and this is what you need in your life.

But alas, you only attract morons, apparently.

“I could offer you a deal.”

You whip around, shrieking in alarm. The man grimaces, covering his ears with his hands.

“Who the fuck are you?” you demand. Your eyes flick to the kitchen, where your knives are (obviously) located.

“Hyunjin.” He offers you a small bow, lips tugging up at the corners. His dark red hair falls around his face before he tucks it back, eyes glinting. “Love god, at your service.”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Really? Prove it.”

He seems taken aback, and frowns slightly. “Prove it? How?”

“I dunno.” You shrug and take a miniature step to the kitchen. “You’re the love god.”

Hyunjin rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek, considering your words for a moment. “I don’t need this contract.”

“Contract? Are the you devil or a love god?” You snort and shake your head. As you feign amusement, you continue to shuffle backwards.

Hyunjin entwines his fingers behind his back, cocking his head. “I’ve been called both. And I don’t think I need to prove myself to you. You’re the one who’s lonely and unloved.”

You wince. “Harsh. Okay fine, what do you have for me?”

He chuckles, gliding forwards until his chest is a hair’s width away from yours. If you take a deep breath they would brush together.

“I can give you undying affection and passion unlike anything in those… tasteless movies.” Hyunjin flashes the television a look of disdain before returning his attention to you. He lifts a hand to lean it on the wall next to your head, leaning even closer. “What do you say?”

You swallow thickly. What he’s suggesting is everything you’ve ever wanted.

“And what do I have to do in exchange?” You gaze up, right into his eyes. They’re half-lidded and his eyelashes frame his gorgeous eyes.

“Nothing.” Hyunjin smiles wryly. His other hand is brought up to gently caress your cheek. “Just a small, teeny-tiny, little thing.”

“What is it?” 

His lips part to speak, and you barely hear the words coming out of his mouth. But you do. And they cut through the haze in your head.

“You have to play a bit of a game with me,” he simply says. “Doesn’t that seem like fun? Then you can have your happily ever after.”

“What kind of game?” you ask him warily as he spins around and drapes himself across your couch. The knife is forgotten and the only thing at the forefront of your focus is what he could give you.

“We flip a coin. If it’s tails, you get your true love. If it’s heads, you die.” Hyunjin looks smug and pleased with himself. He holds a hand up, and a coin gleams between two elegant fingers.

“I… die?” you repeat. Suddenly this doesn’t seem like such a good idea. 

“Well, there’s a chance you’ll survive.” His expression shifts and he looks away. He’s still toying with the coin. “Anyone I kiss dies. It’s ironic, considering who I am. The only one that can survive, is-“

“Death,” you finish. “Love-hate relationship with them? I get it.”

Hyunjin blinks. “What? No. Don’t interrupt me, either.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, not wanting to risk his wrath. Does he only kill people by kissing them? Or does he also stab them? Either way, you don’t want it.

“The only one who can survive is my true love.” Hyunjin curls his fingers to get you to approach, patting the couch next to him. “Ready?”

You hesitantly sit, watching as he flips the coin. It lands on the table and you both peer down at it.

“Heads,” Hyunjin croons, slowly raising his gaze to yours. He scoots closer to you as your heart sinks.

“Get it over with.” You sigh and cast a hateful look at the coin.

Hyunjin’s hand comes to the back of your head, cradling it gently. He pulls you closer to him, his grip firm and his lips soft as they lower to yours.

You kiss him back, because why not? You have nothing to lose at this point.

His head moves and his lips part. You accept his tongue slipping into your mouth as he guides you down until your back hits the couch cushions.

Then he’s hovering above you, eyes wide. You’re waiting for the inevitable end. The last thing you’ll see is his stupidly pretty face, and you can’t be mad about it.

“You’re not dead,” he observes.

“You’re smarter than you look,” you tease, mind reeling with what this means.

If you’re not dead, and he’s surprised at this fact…

“I’ve looked for you for so long,” Hyunjin whispers and buries his face against your neck. His teeth graze the skin there. “Can I fuck you, please?”

Your breath hitches. “What?”

“Please?” he begs. “I’ll make it so no other man can pleasure you. None of those shitty men will make you happy like I can.”

You hum. Maybe this a little hasty, but you’re just glad you’re not dead.

“Words, pretty girl.” Hyunjin lifts you into his arms.

“Yes, you can fuck me,” you tell him. Then you’re being dumped on a bed of smooth sheets. “What the-“

“This is my room.” He gestures around to your surroundings. There are paintings hanging on the walls and big windows that overlook… clouds? 

“Okay then,” is all you can say. 

Hyunjin grins and snaps his fingers, and then suddenly your clothes are gone. His have been removed as well, and he crawls across the bed to stare down at you.

“No other men are like me,” he promises silkily. A finger is plunged into you, quickly followed by another. You fist the sheets at the stretch, feeling him scissor them out.

“Please.” You grind down on his hand. “Please, Hyunjin!”

He coos and runs his hands through your hair. “Oh, you’re not cumming until I say.”

“Why?” You gasp as his fingers in your hair tighten and wrench your head up. “Hyunjin!”

“Face down, ass up, pretty girl.” Hyunjin manipulates you into the position he wants. He sighs heavily and tosses his head back. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

You moan as he enters you, squeezing around him. You claw at the sheets as he rolls his hips experimentally. “Just-“

He shushes you as he thrusts. Strands of his hair stick to his face. “Gonna marry you and everything.”

You squirm back against him. “Y-Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Hyunjin reaches down to circle your clit. “I’ll fill you up anytime you want. You’ll be like this every day, just for me.”

“Just for you,” you agree. You can feel yourself flutter around him as he continues muttering. You’re getting closer and closer.

Hyunjin forces your back into an arch, at just the angle he wants. This way, his thrusts hit the spot that makes your eyes roll back, and you’re babbling out pleas to cum. 

“I wanna see that face as you cum.” He presses harder to your clit, grinding hard against you. “I bet it’s just as pretty as the rest of you.”

Your mouth falls open as you fall over the edge. He works you through it, thrusts stuttering until he spills deep inside you.

Hyunjin pulls out, smiling at you gently. His hair frames his face as sweat shines on his body. “I’ll clean you up, then get you some water.”

You blink dazedly. “Sure. And cuddles.”

He stretches out, waving a hand to form robes on the both of you. “Anything you want, pretty girl.”

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Strawberries]

Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past traume, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though

Length: 3.5k words

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Jungkook and Yoongi have been living together for years by now.

The older producer had taken the young dog hybrid in back when the system was a lot more complicated than it is now- requiring a hybrid to actually have an owner as a legal guardian in order to work anywhere, no matter in what field. And after getting to know the back then rather unsure dog hybrid, Yoongi had simply found it unfair that he couldn't proceed any sort of proper education for the kinds of jobs he was dreaming of. So he'd filled in the spot of a legal owner for Jungkook- giving the Rottweiler hybrid the chance to take those chances and make something out of himself.

And nowadays, he's happy- still staying in Yoongi's care, even though he technically doesn't have to with his own job. But he likes Yoongi a lot, sees him as a brother rather than just a friend who helped him, and Yoongi feels the same way. Living with him is comfortable, it's home- it's how he wants things to stay, maybe even forever.

But.. things have been changing, recently.

A couple of weeks ago, the sign stating that the house next to the human-hybrid home of the two was for sale got taken down, signaling that it was finally in the hands of someone new. This caught both their interests, as they watched over the next few days how furniture got delivered, old fences taken down and exchanged for newer one's, and how the overgrown garden in the backyard got finally mowed and put back into a more proper shape- though at the moment, still bland. And then, they moved in. The new neighbors finally showed up, and introduced themselves. Or rather.. one of them did the introducing, while the other simply glared from a distance.

Park Jimin is the name of the friendlier one, a dance teacher very well known in his profession, or so Yoongi had found out by googling his name that same day. The man with the soft facial features owns a hybrid- and from what Jungkook has seen, you're a feline hybrid, a cat with the softest tail he's ever seen. You're always wearing the prettiest, most princess-like clothing, bows and frills and delicate lace decorating all the sleeves and hems of your dresses and skirts. You're pretty, adorable really-

but you're not very friendly, at all, to put it mildly.

When Yoongi had visited Jimin together with Jungkook for a simple dinner (Jungkook has noticed right away that there's something going on between his owner and Jimin), and you had locked yourself into the bedroom the entire night, refusing to come out despite Jimin's constant tries to coax you out. It had made the young man a little uncomfortable, having constantly apologized for your behavior, despite Yoongi's words of comfort and that it didn't bother him.

Jungkook had felt a bit odd, that night. Maybe you were just a little scared? He knows from his job after all that some cat hybrids have a natural fear for dog hybrids that they can't control. Maybe you were one of those?

It took weeks for you to finally sit at the same dinnertable as Yoongi and Jungkook- tonight finally attending, though you glare at Jungkook across the table whenever Jimin isn't paying attention to you. And something both Jungkook and Yoongi notice is just the way the human cares for you.

You're absolutely spoiled rotten.

From getting endless treats and snacks before dinner was even on the table, to the glimpse Jungkook got into your room while passing by towards the bathroom. It's full of plush animals, white and pink furniture, a canopy bed with frills and lace and endless pillows and blankets. It's clear to both Jungkook and Yoongi that your behavior might not just be your own fault- but could also be the result of Jimin's clearly spoiling behavior.

You don't just look like a princess- you're clearly used to being treated like royalty as well.

And Yoongi just watches for tonight, not saying anything because he's simply not in any position to do so. After all, Jimin and him are really just getting to know each other at the moment- and while yes, there are some emotions growing between the two, it's not yet to the point where he'd say that he wants to jump into a relationship yet. And neither does Jimin.

And maybe that's gonna have to stay this way for a while longer- because if you and Jungkook won't get along, there's simply no way that Yoongi could ever be truly happy with Jimin.

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Jungkook is currently busy picking the strawberries from the bushes in his garden when he feels eyes on him, like lasers on the back of his head. One look over his shoulder confirms his suspicion- you're currently peeking over the fence of your own backyard, thinking he cannot see you. Your gardens are so close together that only a small fence really splits them apart, so he has to swallow down a laugh since you're not really being very slick with your blatant staring.

He stands up now, tail wagging in a relaxed, friendly manner, and at that you flop down from your tip-toe position, ears slowly moving backwards in a more defensive manner. "Do you want to try one?" He asks you, and you seem to take a breath to say something, before your eyes spot the ripe, red berry in the rottweiler hybrid's hand. It does look good- probably sweet, and fruity, and delicious- but your eyes keep snapping back to his face.

Maybe you really are scared of him? He feels his heart fall a bit. He really doesn't want to scare you.

"I'm not gonna do anything, promise." He tells you, slowly walking closer with the small basket in his hand. You're taking a step back, but you're also only doing that once- staying at the fence, just making a bit more space, it seems like. "Here- you can have those, and share them with Jimin?" He proposes, and your lips move into a slight pout as you clearly start to contemplate.

You're so cute- even more so up close. Jungkook hopes that you're someone who needs a bit more time to warm up- that you just have to get used to him, maybe.

"Jiminie!" You call over your shoulder, and moments later, the man in question looks out of the back door, greeting Jungkook with a wave and a smile. "Can I have the strawberries?" You ask, and Jimin nods, walking closer now.

"Sure. Are you sure it's okay for us to have them?" He says, a hand on your head making you instinctively purr- and simultaneously Jungkook blush a little, as he realizes his slight feelings of jealousy at seeing you so at ease with the older human.

"We have more to pick, don't worry! But you can have them! They're really sweet." Jungkook says, noticing from the corner of his eye how Yoongi seems to observe the interaction from behind the window.

"Alright then, Thank you." Jimin smiles brightly, before he looks at you expectantly- but you just take the basket without any words, observing the large berries in the basket. Jimin sighs- before he speaks again. "Oh- Yoongi, hi!" He beams, and at that you look up and at the man being greeted, who looks at you with a gaze that shows an entirely different form of expectation.

It looks more demanding than expecting, and you feel yourself shrink in on yourself a bit, ears tilting backwards.

"Jungkook cares for the plants pretty well. He puts a lot of effort into them." Yoongi says, not taking his eyes off of you- as if he's pressuring you with the info of his dog hybrid's hard work. You know exactly what he wants- but he's not your owner. He's got no control over you. So you simply stay stubborn, glaring at him- making Jungkook watch a bit uncomfortably.

"Ah- it's really fine. I get lazy with them sometimes, it's more like a hobby than anything serious." He tries to lift the mood a little, and Jimin nods, before he looks at you now as well-

"…thanks." You huff under your breath, before you quickly turn around with a red face. "Jiminie can you help me wash them?" You instantly ask, jumping a little as you make your request, and Jimin sighs a little, nodding.

"I'll be right with you." He promises, watching you run inside the home, successfully escaping the situation. "I'm sorry about that.." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"She can't wash them herself?" Yoongi asks, facial expression a lot softer now.

"I mean she can- I just tend to do those things for her." Jimin says, while Jungkook walks off to pick the rest of the berries, Jimin looking after him for a moment. "She- ah, she comes from a pretty bad background, I'm just trying to give her what she deserves, you know?" Jimin quietly explains.

"I had a hunch." Yoongi nods, crossing his arms. "But don't you think you're spoiling her quite a bit?" He asks, and the younger man nods.

"I'm aware. But it's hard not to." He laughs. "I've gotten used to it. I don't really know how she'd react to change." He offers, and Yoongi shrugs.

"Well, things are about to change if you want us to get anywhere at any point." Yoongi says. "You know this won't work if she keeps her behavior up." He says, though his voice is gentle.

"I know. But it's hard." Jimin whines almost, looking over his shoulder for a second.

"Well, let me ask you this." Yoongi says. "Do you want this?" He gestures between himself and Jimin, and Jimin nods almost instantly. "Then let me help you."

"How?" He asks, unsure.

"Listen, Jungkook might seem like an angel, but he'd act the same if not worse than her if I was to treat him the same as you do her." The older man laughs. "I can help you with her. I won't take over as an owner, absolutely not- that's your role after all, and it's gonna stay that way." He explains to Jimin.

"Yoongi.." Jimin sighs, crossing his arms now as well, while he thinks for a moment. "Okay." He nods after a while. "I want this to work out- and I know, really, that I need to change how I'm doing things right now." He agrees.

"Alright." The older man smiles. "Then let's make it work. Hopefully she'll get over her hatred towards Jungkookie too." He jokes, though Jimin sighs a bit sadly.

"She really doesn't hate him, you know?" He offers. "She's just- you know, back at her first home, and in the shelter, she was bullied quite a lot. And the.. things that happened to her made her awfully defensive towards everything and everyone around her- and she just tends to lash out whenever she feels scared, or you know, upset. She used to yell a lot of mean things at me too, when she was younger and I had just brought her home with me." He explains, and Yoongi nods, now a lot more sympathetic.

"I see. It makes sense then that you've become so soft with her." He offers in understanding. "But Jimin, she's not the same girl you brought home all those years ago."

"I know." Jimin nods. "But it's hard to forget that." He admits, when suddenly, you squeak out, running out the door. "What happened princess?" He worries, as you look at him with wide open eyes, pupils tiny slits.

"There was a bug in the berries!" you yell, and at that, everyone laughs-

Jimin letting go of a big sigh, before he says goodbye to Yoongi to help you fight the evil insect.

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As part of Yoongis plan to make you grow more comfortable with both him and Jungkook, you've all decided to go on a vacation together. A camping trip- something everyone found a great idea, Jungkook all excited since he loves camping- though you had been way more reluctant, considering your fear of bugs and fire, and your distaste for long car rides and anything dirty.

But this time, Jimin had apparently put his foot down- because he'd informed Yoongi not even a day later that it was a great idea, and that him and you would definitely come along. What Jungkook however didn't knew until right now, is that he's gonna share a room with you-

alone.

"But she hates me!" Jungkook complaints, as he stands in the cabin Yoongi is currently unloading the groceries in. "There's no way she'll sleep in the same room as me." He huffs, and Yoongi sighs.

"Well, she has to learn. I already talked to Jimin about it-" He says, putting everything into a box that doesn't have to be stored in the fridge. "-and he agrees that he's spoiled her quite a bit until now. She needs to learn to be a bit more independent." He explains calmly, though he's internally very well aware of your distaste for his dog hybrid. He knows exactly why- but he also respects Jimin's decision to not tell Jungkook anything about your past trauma, claiming that that's something you need to tell, no one else.

And Yoongi agrees with that- but he also feels for Jungkook, who's been really trying to make you warm up to him. He already struggles to find friends due to his intimidating hybrid side and sometimes rather chaotic personality. Seeing you so defensive against him does clearly hurt, no matter ho much Jungkook tries to play it off.

But for once, Yoongi also wants to be a little selfish. He wants to spend time with Jimin, alone time away from you both, just to properly figure out where he truly wants this to go from here on out. It's why he's organized this trip in the first place. To find out if this could truly work out.

And he fears, deep down, that it won't. Because if you and Jungkook don't get along, there's no way Yoongi can ever be happy with Jimin.

A few hours away from the Cabin Yoongi and Jungkook are already setting up, you're pouting next to Jimin in the car, slumped down and with your arms crossed. "Making that face won't make me turn around, princess." Jimin says, voice light- but inside, he's torn. This is going to be tough for you, considering that you're gonna have to stay with Jungkook during the night- and the poor dog hybrid has no idea that you don't actually hate him. You don't hate at all, in fact.

Your defense mechanism when confronted with something you fear however, is to lash out. And that is most of the time taken out of context, making you appear rude and arrogant, when in reality you're just trying not to seem weak or vulnerable.

Because in the past, that would immediately make you the perfect target. Pushed aside and scolded for everything that wasn't ever your fault in your first home, used as a punching bag for other hybrids in the shelter later on, you had to somehow make up a tough façade so you wouldn't end up in those positions ever again. You learned to keep yourself safe by being the one who bites first- and it took Jimin years to truly gain your full trust.

He fears that that's all you can do though. That he's going to forever stay the only person of comfort for you.

And that's an issue. While he himself had been a bit defensive about his treatment of you with Yoongi, he knows that the older man is right. Jimin has been wrapping you in layers of bubble wrap, has spoiled you and nursed your bad habits into what they are today simply because he always saw the scared, shaking hybrid back at the shelter.

But that's not you anymore. You technically have no reason to be scared of anything anymore- but Jimin understands now, after talking numerous times about it with Yoongi, that he's partially at fault for your lack of social skills.

Jungkook had come from a good household- had been raised well, so Yoongi had never really experienced anything like Jimin did with you, but nonetheless, his advice still counts, and is still valid.

You need to learn at some point. You have to realize that there's nothing to fear anymore- and that Jungkook isn't an enemy ready to eat you alive in your sleep.

"Come on, stop pouting now, hm?" He tries, running a hand over your head once at a red light. You just look out the window. "Is Jungkookie that scary?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"He's dumb." You deny, putting your legs up and onto the seat.

"Hey.!" He scolds gently. "Jungkook isn't dumb. He's trying hard, okay? You could be at least civil with him, sugar." He tells you, and you sigh at that, leaning against the door.

"I don't want to." You say defensively, tail angrily flopping around. "You just say that because you wanna be with Yoongi." You huff.

"Partially, I admit that." Jimin nods. "But I also agree with him that you need to be nicer. Jungkookie is really trying to be friends with you, you know?" He sighs.

"I don't care.." You mumble to yourself, angrily looking out the window. You know that Jungkook isn't a threat- but he's still scary to you. He's tall, and a lot of muscle, and he's loud, and energetic, and just.. scary. Intimidating. Potentially dangerous. And that potential alone is enough to make you feel threatened.

Jungkook and Yoongi are currently ruining your perfect life you had with Jimin. So you've got enough reason to be absolutely pissed.

And so you refuse to exit the car in front of the cabin- rather taking a nap inside, until Jimin breaks through Yoongi's advice to just 'let you have your tantrum', unable to right away just let you be. It's unsurprising to the older human- so he doesn't really take it personally, letting him go out and talk to you so you finally come inside.

"Maybe she should sleep with Jimin tonight." Jungkook says, having rather reluctantly brought your luggage into your shared room with him.

"No, she's staying with you tonight, and that's final." Yoongi shakes his head, coincidentally saying exactly that when Jimin walks inside the cabin with you holding his hand. It earns him an angry glare from you, before you let go of Jimin to instead dash past Yoongi and Jungkook and into the room, door slamming shut. Jimin sighs.

"I'm really sorry about her." He shakes his head, sitting down and running a hand over his face. "Ah, this is so uncomfortable!" He laughs a bit, trying to lift the mood, as Yoongi sits down next to him, running a hand over his back.

"It's fine." He simply says, before he nods towards Jungkook, who reluctantly walks away after saying goodnight, opening the door to the dark room.

He gets ready for bed, but he notices that when he returns to the room after brushing his teeth and washing his face, you're still under the blanket in your day clothes, not having moved at all. Assuming that you're in one of your tantrums again, he quietly turns off the lights, and gets into his own bed across from yours, closing his eyes-

when he hears it.

Quiet sniffles, scent of distress coming from you filling the room. It makes him sit up again, eyes having adapted to the dark by now, a little light bleeding in from under the door as well. "You okay.?" He carefully and quietly asks, but you don't answer, instead simply curling up a little tighter. "You.. your bag is next to your bed-"

"Leave me alone!" You hiss, sitting up now and glaring at him with glossy eyes and a runny nose, tail angrily slapping around behind you. "This is your fault! Yours and Yoongis!" You snarl at him, and he's taken aback.

"What did I do?" He asks, unsure, and you scoff.

"You're taking Jimin away from me!" You say, new wave of fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. "He's gonna see how fucking perfect and nice you are instead of me, and then he's gonna bring me back to the shelter so he can be all happily-ever-after with you and Yoongi! Hope you'll be happy then.!" You growl, before you turn around and throw yourself down again, pulling the blanket over you before you quietly continue to cry.

Only now does Jungkook realize that Yoongi was right- you don't hate him. And you're not scared of him either-

you're scared of being left alone.