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gothicxreylover · 3 months ago

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I’d like to thank you for doing an absolutely perfect job on my requests. I hope you don’t mind if I give you another one.

yandere hashira’s plus Aoi x a Tanuki reader who accidentally revealed their true form (which is just a small chubby little raccoon thing) and immediately tries to run away from the scene.

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Yandere Hashira’s and Aoi with a small Tanuki raccoon reader

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Rengoku

Rengoku’s golden eyes widened as you transformed before him. One moment, you were the human-like S/O he adored; the next, a plump little tanuki stood in your place, eyes wide with panic. Before you could dart off, his hand shot out, effortlessly scooping you up by the scruff of your neck.

“Running from me? Nonsense!” Rengoku exclaimed, his voice booming with excitement. He held you up to his face, a beaming smile plastered across his features. “You’re even more adorable than I imagined! This form only proves your uniqueness. I’ll cherish every part of you—every form of you!”

Despite your squirms and tiny growls, Rengoku cradled you protectively, his grip unyielding. “You can’t escape me, little one. I’m your protector, your partner. I’ll make sure you stay by my side, no matter what.”

Sanemi

The moment you shifted into your tanuki form, Sanemi froze, staring at you in stunned silence. The realization of your true form dawned on him, and before you could scurry away, his sharp instincts kicked in. With one swift motion, he caught you by the tail, holding you up in the air as you wriggled and squeaked in protest.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, running away from me?” Sanemi growled, his tone low and dangerous. His lips curled into a twisted smirk. “You think I’d let you go just because you look like… this? You’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me, and I’ll kill anyone who even thinks of taking you away.”

He cradled you close, his grip firm yet oddly tender. “Try running again, and I’ll make sure you can’t. You’re safer with me than anywhere else.”

Giyuu

Giyuu’s calm exterior cracked ever so slightly when he saw your small, chubby tanuki form. His eyes softened, but the moment you tried to scamper away, his hand moved faster than you thought possible, pinning you gently yet firmly to the ground.

“You’re running from me?” he murmured, his voice cold yet tinged with hurt. “After everything, you’re still trying to leave?” He scooped you up with surprising ease, his grip unshakable despite your frantic movements.

“No matter what form you take, I won’t let you go. You’re mine, and nothing—not even your little tricks—will change that.” His tone was quiet but resolute, his obsession masked by his usual calm demeanor.

Obanai

Kaburamaru hissed as you shifted into your tanuki form, your round body a stark contrast to your human guise. The moment you bolted, Obanai’s eyes narrowed, and Kaburamaru slithered forward, coiling around you before you could escape.

“Running?” Obanai’s voice was sharp, his mismatched eyes glinting with dangerous intent. “You think I’d let you disappear? You’re mine, no matter what form you take.”

He gently picked you up, his hands surprisingly soft as they cradled your trembling body. “This form doesn’t change how I feel about you. If anything, it makes you even more precious. But don’t think I’ll let you hide from me again. I’ll always find you.”

Tengen and His Wives

The moment you transformed, Suma let out an excited squeal, while Makio and Hina froze in shock. You darted off, hoping to escape the embarrassment, but Tengen’s reflexes were far too fast. He caught you mid-scamper, lifting you high into the air with a triumphant laugh.

“Flamboyant! Absolutely flamboyant!” Tengen declared, examining your tanuki form with delight. Suma rushed over, practically vibrating with excitement. “They’re so cute! Can we keep them like this forever?”

Makio crossed her arms, smirking. “Looks like you can’t hide from us anymore.”

Hina gently stroked your fur, her calm demeanor masking the possessiveness in her eyes. Tengen grinned. “You’re stuck with us now, little one. Don’t even think about running away—we’ll always bring you back.”

Mitsuri

When you transformed into your tanuki form, Mitsuri’s eyes filled with sparkles. “Oh my gosh! You’re so adorable!” she squealed, hands clasped to her chest.

But as soon as you bolted, she sprang into action, catching you effortlessly. “No, no, no! Don’t run away from me!” she cried, holding you close to her chest. “You’re so precious—I could never let you go!”

Her grip tightened, her cheerful demeanor taking on a slightly obsessive edge. “You belong with me, okay? I’ll take care of you forever, no matter what form you’re in!”

Shinobu

Shinobu’s lips curved into a sweet yet chilling smile as you transformed. “My, my, what a surprise,” she said softly. When you tried to run, she was already in front of you, blocking your escape with a gentle but firm touch.

“Now, now, little one,” she cooed, kneeling to your level. “Why would you want to leave me? You’re even more fascinating like this.” She picked you up with ease, her hands delicate yet unyielding.

“I wonder… do you transform like this often? Or is it just for me?” Her voice was light, but the underlying possessiveness sent shivers down your spine. “No matter. I’ll make sure you stay where you belong—by my side.”

Gyomei

Gyomei’s expression didn’t change when you transformed, but his large hands reached out calmly as you tried to flee. He gently cupped you in his palms, holding you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“There’s no need to run,” he said softly, his voice resonating with warmth and obsession. “This form only makes you more precious to me.”

Even as you squirmed, his grip remained steady. “You are a gift, and I will protect you with my life. No matter how small you are, you cannot escape my devotion.”

Aoi

Aoi’s jaw dropped when she saw your transformation. “What… what are you?!” she stammered. But before she could fully process it, you darted off, your tiny legs carrying you toward the nearest exit.

“Oh no, you don’t!” she yelled, chasing after you with surprising speed. She caught you by the tail, lifting you into the air with a mix of frustration and awe.

“You think you can just run away after showing me this?” she scolded, holding you close despite your protests. Her cheeks were flushed, and her grip betrayed an almost desperate need to keep you close. “You’re not getting away from me. Ever.”

Muichiro

Muichiro’s blank stare lingered on you after your transformation, his usually foggy mind sharpening in that moment. The sight of your chubby tanuki form made him tilt his head slightly, as if trying to understand what he was seeing.

You didn’t wait for him to process it. Panic overtook you, and you bolted for the nearest escape route. However, before you could get far, a gust of wind swept past you, and Muichiro appeared directly in your path, crouching to block you.

“Why are you running?” he asked, his voice soft but eerily calm. His hand reached out to grab you with startling precision, his fingers curling around your small, furry form. You squirmed and tried to wiggle free, but his grip was steady, almost gentle, yet impossible to escape.

“You’re… small,” he remarked, staring at you with wide, unblinking eyes. “But that doesn’t matter. You’re mine.” His tone was flat, but the possessive undertone sent a chill down your spine. “Even in this form, I won’t let you leave. You shouldn’t try to run… it’s pointless.”

Holding you close to his chest, his grip was protective yet suffocating. His gaze remained fixed on you as if memorizing every detail of your tanuki form. “Stay with me. Always. You don’t need to hide or run away—I’ll never let you go.”

Despite his usual distant demeanor, the obsession in his words made it clear: Muichiro was not going to let you escape, no matter what.

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cece693 · 20 days ago

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HELLOUUUUU I LOVE LOVE THE NEW FICSS may i request an enoch x male reader where he gets really jealous so he locks? the reader in a room? 😭 if not , enoch taking care of sick reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hello, so I really have been leaning toward this fandom for sometime, but didn't know what to write about, so I thank you for these ideas. Couldn't decide between the two, so I'll write both.

Locked Inside

tags: jealous enoch, he's literally a cat, you can't change my mind, reader was written with a male in mind but it can literally also be gender neutral

You don’t think much of it when Enoch’s eyes narrow at you across the sitting room. He’s been that way all day—drawn into himself, fidgeting with the small homunculus he created just that morning, and wearing the most obvious pout. At first, you suspect he’s just having another one of those days where irritability is his default mode. But after dinner, he guides you by the hand upstairs.

You’re so used to letting him lead you that you don’t notice, at first, where exactly he’s taking you. Only after he closes his bedroom door and you hear the lock click do you spin around, confusion written all over your face. “Enoch?” you say, placing a hand gently on the doorknob. “Is there a reason the door’s locked?”

He looks at you—dark eyes flickering with swirling emotions. “I didn’t want you leaving.”

The small, powerless click of the lock feels more like Enoch’s own heart snapping into place than anything threatening. You’ve seen him moody and sarcastic, but this? This is different. He’s shifting from foot to foot like he’s not sure if he wants to come closer or retreat entirely. It reminds you of a cat that can’t decide if it wants to be in your lap or stalk off with its tail in the air.

Your eyebrows lift in mild concern. “Not that I’m complaining about alone time, but what’s going on?”

He glares at the space between you both. “I saw you laughing with Hugh earlier,” he says softly. “And you gave him that new scarf to try on. You were talking so happily…then you went with Emma and Claire to pick flowers. You just—You haven’t spent any time with me all day.”

The jealousy in his voice is heartbreakingly obvious. You can’t help but smile a little, despite the pinch of guilt in your chest. “That doesn’t mean I like them more than you,” you say gently.

Enoch scoffs, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Well, you might as well,” he mutters. “I can’t compete with them. They’re…they’re nicer. Or at least more—well—charismatic than I am.” He looks away, swallowing. “Why would you bother with me when they’re so much easier to be around?”

Softening, you cross the few steps that separate you, then slowly ease your arms around his waist. He stiffens for only a second before he gives in, letting out a breath he’s been holding. He nuzzles his forehead near your collarbone, almost as if he’s trying to hide.

“Enoch.” You lift one hand to brush his hair back from his forehead. He’s tense in your arms, shoulders wound tight. “I don’t want easier, or nicer, or more charismatic. I want you.” You feel him release a slight tremor of relief when you say that. “I enjoy being around the others, sure, but you have something that no one else does. You see things differently, and you don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. You’re my Enoch.”

He shifts again—pushing his face against your shoulder. It’s almost catlike, the way he leans and subtly demands your touch. “You’re sure?” he asks, voice half-muffled. “You’re not just saying that?”

You tilt his chin up, making him meet your eyes. “I’m absolutely sure.” You watch as the tension in his features slowly uncoils. “As for locking the door…” you tease gently, “I guess I can forgive you this time, but maybe next time, you can just ask to spend time with me without barricading me in a room.”

His cheeks flush pink. “I just…didn’t want to risk you saying no.” He tries to sound nonchalant, but he’s clearly embarrassed. You only smile.

“Enoch, if you want me, all you have to do is tell me,” you say. “I promise, I’ll want to spend time with you—no question.” Enoch slowly cracks a small, genuine smile. The sight feels like a warm beam of sunlight in the dusty gloom of his usual expressions. He tugs you to his bed, encouraging you to sit, and then promptly curls up beside you, leaning his head on your shoulder as if you’re his personal pillow.

You run a reassuring hand up and down his arm, content and comfortable as he snuggles closer. All at once, the locked door doesn’t feel confining—it feels safe, a private cocoon for the two of you. You can’t stop the soft laugh that leaves your lips when he hooks a leg over yours to keep you in place, making his possessiveness known. You only pull him closer, pressing your cheek gently against his hair.

Personal Nurse

tags: enoch cares, enoch becomes nurse, grumpy to others but melts around you, pre-relationship, gender neutral

Somewhere in the timeless hush of Miss Peregrine’s loop, the air feels heavier, more oppressive than usual. You notice it first when you wake with a dull ache in your bones, head throbbing and throat tight. Being peculiar never guaranteed perfect health, and the cold that grips you is proof enough. By afternoon, you’re reduced to a shivery bundle under covers in your assigned bedroom, nose runny and eyelids drooping with fatigue.

You’re dimly aware of the others bustling outside your door—Millard’s telltale footprints, Emma’s quiet knocks to ask if you need anything, Bronwyn’s booming concern. But after an hour or so, their voices fade, and a different presence appears.

“Oi, you awake?” Enoch’s soft voice, laced with uncertainty, drifts across the room. You push aside your swirling thoughts and look up. He’s standing near your door, balancing a cup of tea and a small bowl of soup on a tray. It’s a comical sight—Enoch, usually snarky and uninterested, meticulously carrying sustenance. He wrinkles his nose as if the whole act embarrasses him. Without meeting your eyes, he sets the tray on your nightstand, pulling a chair closer.

You blink in surprise. “Enoch? Did…did Miss Peregrine send you?”

“No,” he mumbles, crossing his arms but not quite managing his usual scowl. “I just… Millard said you were coughing up a lung. I figured I’d see if you needed something. Don’t look at me like that.”

A chuckle rattles in your chest, turning into a small cough. You cover your mouth quickly and watch Enoch’s eyes widen with momentary concern. “Here,” he says, ignoring your amusement, “drink the tea. Get some liquid in you so you don’t keel over.”

As you take the teacup, your hand brushes his. He flinches—startled by the heat of your skin—and sets his palm against your forehead with unexpected gentleness. “You’re burning up,” he murmurs, brow furrowed. “Idiot. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Didn’t realize it was this bad,” you admit, voice scratchy and weak. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Enoch tries to scowl, but it flickers at the edges and melts into something softer. “Don’t apologize. Just get better,” he mutters. Then he straightens with renewed resolve. “Anyway, Miss P said I should check your fever. So.” He presses a cool, damp cloth to your forehead. “I’m just—uh—helping.”

You can’t hide your fond smile as he fusses over you. His movements are gentle, minutely precise, yet laced with his brand of awkward care. You sip the tea, feeling warmth spread through your aching chest, and Enoch continues to hover, eventually picking at the fabric of your blanket like a fidgety cat. By mid-afternoon, word spreads. Hugh and Fiona stand by the open door, peeking in with wide eyes as Enoch shuffles a blanket around your shoulders.

“Aww,” Hugh can’t help but tease, “look at Nurse Enoch go.”

You see Enoch stiffen instantly. His posture changes from gentle caretaker to defensive cynic in a heartbeat. “Shut it,” Enoch snaps, turning his glare on the onlookers. “I’m just doing what needs to be done. Now get out if you're just going to stare.” A bit flustered, Fiona quickly ushers Hugh away, casting you an apologetic smile. The moment they leave, Enoch’s shoulders lose some of their tension, and he gently tucks the blanket around you again.

“Don’t mind them,” you offer, voice hoarse but understanding. “They’re just surprised. You’re normally…well, not exactly Florence Nightingale.”

He huffs, lips pursed. “I don’t do this for anyone else.” The admission is so quiet you barely catch it. “Besides, you’re the one with a fever. If it were me, you’d—”

“I’d do the same,” you finish confidently, smiling up at him.

A flicker of relief lights his eyes. He lingers beside your bed, unsure what to do with his hands now that he’s been ‘caught’ being tender. Finally, with a dismissive sigh, he grabs the chair and pulls it close. “You should sleep,” Enoch says, voice just above a whisper.

“I’m not that tired anymore, actually,” you protest, but another wave of exhaustion weighs on you. You slump back into the pillow, eyelids fluttering. Enoch runs a hesitant hand across your forehead, checking the damp cloth, and you catch a glimpse of genuine concern in his eyes. Despite his usual grumbling exterior, his touch is cool and mindful, lulling you into a comforting haze.

“I’ll wake you if anything changes,” he says, and you know he’s talking about your fever. Slowly, you nod, letting your eyes drift closed. You sense him fiddling with something at your bedside. Then, you feel the gentle ghost of movement as he tugs the covers more snugly around your shoulders and settles in the chair. Through the haze of half-sleep, you feel strangely safe.

When you wake a few hours later, the early afternoon light has softened in the windows. Enoch is still there, arms crossed, dozing lightly. The tray on your nightstand has a fresh pitcher of water, and a half-folded note from Miss Peregrine reads something about rest and medication. Unable to hide a grin, you reach out and lightly tap Enoch’s arm. He startles awake with a snort. “You alright?” he blurts, voice thick with sleep.

You nod, your own voice a little steadier. “Feeling a bit better, actually.” A slight pause. “Thank you.”

His cheeks tint with the barest hint of pink. “You’d do the same,” he repeats quietly, eyes avoiding yours in that shy, defensive Enoch way. He stands up, briskly adjusting the damp cloth on your forehead. Then he stands by the door, not quite leaving yet. “Do you need anything else?” he mumbles, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Just you,” you say, your smile warm. “I mean—your company, I mean.”

He catches the meaning, and for a second, a tiny smirk lifts the corners of his mouth. He exhales, stepping back inside. “Fine. I suppose I can keep watch a bit longer,” he says, like it’s a big inconvenience. Yet he makes no move to leave your side—pulling up the chair, leaning forward with elbows on knees, eyes resting on you. For all his scowling and snapping remarks, he can’t quite keep the softer concern out of his gaze. And you can’t help but feel grateful that, for at least a moment, Enoch has let himself be your personal nurse. Even if he might deny it later.

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gloomwitchwrites · 3 months ago

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Tattoo Artist Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings: swearing, trauma, therapy, unprotected piv, oral sex (female receiving)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Part Twenty-Eight of Ink & Needle

The aftermath of Kit’s actions influences your daily life. You proposition Simon with the hope of moving forward.

Chapter Twenty-Seven // Chapter Twenty-Nine

ao3 // main masterlist // ink & needle masterlist

Three Months Later

Healing isn’t linear. It is not kind or forgiving. The strangeness of therapy is how it resembles a spiderweb, beautiful at a glance but a lie. There is nothing beautiful in facing what you wish to leave behind. Sticky and lethal and pure carnage rehashed over and over again until talking it out becomes a numbing dullness.

Hope therapy goes well today. Love you.

Evie’s text stares up at you from the phone screen. She’s been a good friend through all of this, giving you space yet standing by your side. How the roles have reversed, become opposite from where it all started.

Bravo’s wet nose pushes into your palm, forcing your attention away from the phone screen.

“Hello, Bravo,” you croon softly, scratching the underside of his chin. “You good boy. Best boy!” His tail whips around in a circle, kicking up a breeze.

Simon’s dog has attended every therapy session with you. At first, you thought is strange that Simon insisted on it, but now you can’t imagine not having the German Shepherd there. Nearly all of your appointments occur during 141 Ink’s business hours. Simon cannot join you in person, but he can send a piece of himself along.

“Where’s your dad?” you tease. “Do you see him?”

Bravo stretches his neck, glancing around for Simon. It lasts only a moment. He is clearly far more interested in the attention you’re giving him.

“He is right here.”

Simon’s voice wraps around like a warm hug. You went without it for so long that now it’s a treat every time you hear him speak.

Bravo pivots out of your touch, taking a step forward to situate himself between you and Simon.

Simon’s eyebrows rise slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. The body language stands in stark contrast to his massive grin. “Protecting her, are you? Even from me?” Bravo half-whines, half-barks. Simon chuckles. “That’s my boy.”

He gives Bravo a quick pat on the head before stepping around the dog. You immediately lean into Simon, one hand pressing into his chest as he cups the side of your neck, his thumb resting on the front of your throat. There is a protective, nearly primal quality to the way Simon’s features shift as his attention turns to you

“Am I late?” he asks.

You shake your head. “No.” Presenting your mouth, Simon descends slowly, meeting you with a serenely sensual kiss.

All the quiet, simmering anxiety that sits in the back of your mind melts away like a last snow, leaving behind a plethora of green grass that reaches for the sun. Simon is your beacon in the dark, the candle flame that lights your way.

One kiss is not enough. You need a second. A third.

The old flame of desire snakes upward, slithering between your bones to settle in your chest. It is asking for the thing you’ve denied yourself the last three months—an intimacy you had with Simon before everything happened.

A fourth kiss. A fifth. Desire tightens its languid body, constricting until your breath catches.

“Get a room!”

The voice of a passing stranger breaks the enchantment, the building desire retreating to hide amongst brown leaves and sticks.

Your cheeks grow hot just as a scowl appears on Simon’s face. Shoulder’s straightening, Simon is gearing to tell the interloper off, but you grab at Simon’s hand the second he begins to turn. A light tug is all it takes. Just your touch, and Simon’s scowl recedes to a soft smile that he only ever gives to you.

With a quick shrug of his shoulders, Simon clears his throat and takes Bravo’s offered leash, wrapping it around his tattooed knuckles. He places his hand low on your back, ushering you toward his parked car.

“How was therapy?”

Simon asks every time—a loaded question.

You exhale through your nostrils, briefly glancing away from him because telling the truth is fucking hard, especially when it involves him. You settle on a half-lie.

“Fine,” you reply. “Productive.”

Fine? Yes. Productive? No.

Simon’s head tilts slightly, gaze assessing like he doesn’t entirely believe you. “Up for company today?”

This you can appreciate it. Simon may always ask how therapy went but he never pushes further than you’re willing to give.

“Not really,” you answer, this time truthfully.

Evie’s unanswered text is as much a reminder as Simon’s questions. Things are different now. Normal cannot be what it once was. There are fractures you hold in your heart, memories that you wish you could erase with a quick snap of the fingers.

Simon nods, apparently content with your answer. “Then we’ll go home.”

It’s a short walk to the car, but you savor every second, leaning against Simon with each step. He talks your ear off about nothing, filling the air with what he did at the shop today, and the customers he had even as he helps you into the car.

It’s a lovely distraction. Which is why Simon is doing it at all. He knows. He understands. Simon is not a chatty person, he’s usually blunt with his words, more to the point than anything else. He prefers fewer words than long-winded nothings, and him keeping you distracted like this goes against everything he’s comfortable with.

But Simon doesn’t know what you talk about in those sessions with the therapist, and you refuse to share it with him. He also doesn’t ask, and for that, you’re fucking grateful. You’re still coming to terms with it yourself, shuffling through the two and a half months you were gone.

Sometimes, you think things would be easier if Kit had just hurt you. That’s the expected thing, to be mutilated in unforgiveable ways. You think about his choices often, what was going through his head, and why he never raised a single hand to you. The silence you received instead is almost worse somehow. Kit refused to speak with you, and the only other person who saw was the man that brought you your meal. He refused to say anything to you—refused to even glance in your direction. It wasn’t until the coffin that you heard the first human voice other than your own in two months.

And the voice was Simon’s. Not Kit’s. Simon’s.

Today, you talked about the coffin.

Not that you actually remember it. You only saw it after you were released from the hospital. Simon took you to some military base because Captain Price thought that seeing it in person might trigger a memory. He was firmly against it, insisted that you didn’t have to do this, but you pushed back, wanting to see what that monster put you in. Simon backed down, but setting your gaze on the thing that you nearly died in turned your limbs to stone and your mind to smeared jelly.

Simon was fucking furious. You’ve seen him upset—and you thought you knew what anger looked like on him. How wrong you were. Kyle stepped in and escorted you out of the room. You might have been on the other side of the wall but it only damped the screaming match that happened. Their words were heated, the exchange loud, and though you didn’t catch all of it, you picked up pieces.

Don’t involve her again.

This is my price to pay.

She’s suffered enough.

Kyle, while leaning against the wall next to you and fidgeting with his watch, had given you a solemn smile, an attempt to reassure but only left you feeling hollow.

“Don’t fret over it,” he had said. “Simon loves you is all. Price knows that.”

“They’re screaming at each other,” you murmured.

Kyle shrugged, the smile becoming more sincere and genuine. “Price will hug him after he’s done yelling. Simon will grunt.” He winked. “All good, love. Promise.”

Simon never brought you to another military base or anything to do with what happened again. If anyone reached out to him to insist, you never heard about it.

But of what you do remember, it’s of what happened before the coffin, how Kit smiled when he brought you your meal. You didn’t know it was drugged then. He hid it well, disguising the taste and texture. You should have known something was wrong when Kit sat on the floor across from you and watched you gobble up every bite. But you had been hungry, and having another person near felt so comforting in the moment.

“Movie sound good?”

You inhale sharply, turning toward Simon’s voice. He’s standing next to you, passenger door open, the middle of the brow creased with concern by your reaction. The two of you are already home.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur. “What did you ask?”

The corners of his lips turn downward. You’ve slipped off again—left reality for a bit.

“A movie,” repeats Simon. “After dinner. Thought we could stay in tonight.”

Bravo shoves his face between the front passenger seat and the interior of the car. His dark eyes dart between the two of you, impatience clear in the way his tail thump thump thumps against the backseat.

“Great,” you reply, slipping out of the car.

Simon’s gaze remains impassive, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes your hand, Bravo trotting along behind the two of you.

Inside, Simon takes your coat, hanging it up next to his before heading into the kitchen to start the kettle. It’s April now, but the weather is still chilly on occasion, and you could go for a tea.

“The new visa should arrive soon,” says Simon, flipping the tap on the electric kettle. “Price made a few calls.” Grabbing two mugs from the cupboard, he sets them down on the counter before turning around to face you. “Could get you a different one. A longer stay.” He pauses, a hopefulness twinkling in his eye. “Citizenship even.”

With everything that’s happened, Simon still wants you here, with him. Hands clasped in front of you, you meander into the kitchen, almost sauntering in the way you approach him. Simon’s eyelids grow heavy, that earlier desire forming in his gaze. The two of you have touched and kissed, but the few times any further intimacy has been initiated, it’s been by Simon. You weren’t committed then, still confused and dripping with a sense of being unclean.

When you’re ready. No rush.

Respect for you outweighs his desire. Simon made you aware in other ways—subtle glances and touches, gentle compliments—but never pushed, never made you feel like sex is an expectation. He handed you the ball and bat with the only request that you swing when ready.

“Is that what you want, Simon? For me to stay?”

As you draw closer, Simon’s hands instinctually reach out to you. You do not shy away but step into his embrace. Those large, tattooed hands of his clutch your waist, pulling you closer until you’re nearly flush against him.

“There are few things I want more.”

“Only a few?” you tease, and you’re greeted with a warm smile.

“Nothing, then.”

The kettle starts to boil, but Simon ignores his, all of his attention focused on you.

“I don’t want to watch a movie. Think I’d like to do something else.”

Simon shrugs. “Course, love. Whatever you want.” He shifts slightly to plop a teabag into each mug and then carefully pours the water over the top. “We can watch the next episode of that show—”

“No,” you interject, and Simon sets the kettle down. “I mean—” You lick your lips, unsure of how you want to approach this. “I want to…try.”

Simon blinks. “Try,” he says slowly. “Try…what?”

It takes every ounce of control to not laugh at Simon’s confusion. Placing your hand on his chest, you slide it lower, and lower still until the confusion on his face melts away and realization dawns. Without breaking eye contact, Simon grasps your wrist and draws your hand away as it falls dangerously close to brushing against his groin.

“Only if you’re ready,” he murmurs, though you hear the hunger. “Don’t do it on my account.”

“I miss you.”

“I’m right here, love.”

As you press into him, Simon’s resolve splinters. Your face is upturned, lips slightly parted in offer, and Simon’s mouth is just shy of connection. You breathe him in just as he does you. There is nothing you want more, to be consumed by him, to reconnect in the one way you’ve been without.

Simon lightly grasps the bottom-half of your face. “After dinner,” he says, and the curling need pooling low in your belly squirms with discontent.

“Now,” you breathe, a demand.

Simon’s eyelids flutter. Close. He takes a deep, steadying breath before opening them again. “If I sink inside you right now, I won’t last.”

The admission only enflames the already burning embers. You desperately need to cross this hurdle, to find this intimacy with Simon again. With one hand free, you gently cup him through his jeans, rubbing, finding him hard and wanton.

Simon growls, and then you’re being lifted. He shoves everything out of the way, hot water spilling into the sink and onto the floor. The tea is forgotten, the bags briefly floating in the sink before the water disappears down the drain.

“I’m not taking you like this,” says Simon, forehead pressing against yours. “We’re having tea. Dinner. And only after will I indulge you.”

“Think the tea is ruined, Simon.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, closing the distance to seize you in a fierce kiss.

Everything about it is honey-drenched. Sticky. Slightly sweet. You open for him, and he goes for a taste, his hand on your throat like a collar. This is the passion you remember; the wanton need you crave.

It is not gone. Only buried.

As your hands roam, the kissing only becomes more desperate. Your thighs trap his waist, but he makes no move to retreat. Not like you could stop him. He’s far stronger than you, and even in that strength he’s aware of it, not grasping too tightly.

Fingers delve, and in seconds you have the front of Simon’s jeans open, slipping your hand inside to find his warmth. As your fingers brush his skin, Simon breaks the kiss, nearly choking on his next breath as he draws back.

“Dinner first,” he groans, grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand from his pants. “Food first.”

“You’re a tease, Simon Riley,” you whimper.

He chuckles, low and knowing. “Like making you squirm.”

Dinner is a much longer affair than you’d like, as if Simon has an eternity to feed you. Every time you try to help, he shoos you off, telling you to relax and enjoy your cuppa. You eventually give up, curling up with Bravo on the sofa watching reality television as Simon putters about.

When he finally hands you your plate, you scarf it down in record time, promptly setting it aside to stare at Simon longingly.

“After,” he repeats.

“Buzzkill.”

Simon reaches over and squeezes your thigh, returning to his meal, gaze locked on the television. You try to refocus, but your mind is locked on a singular goal like you’re a man thinking with his dick and not his brain.

With a final scrape of his fork across his plate, Simon clears it, sighing with contentment. Reaching for your plate, he starts cleaning up, still insisting that you don’t move from the couch at all. This time, you don’t put up a fight, deciding it is better to snuggle with Bravo.

“Bed, Bravo,” snaps Simon. The German Shepherd grumbles as he lifts his head from your lap and dramatically slides off the couch. “To think you used to sniff out bombs,” mutters Simon, shaking his head. “Off with you.”

Bravo disappears down the hall, and then Simon is turning to you, holding out a hand in offering. “Come here to me.”

The delivery in his voice leaves no room for denial. Pushing off from the couch and reaching for his hand is easy. You want this—need this.

Simon’s arms go around you, holding you close. That soft smile returns and you answer it with one of your own.

“Still want to do this?”

“I’m sure.”

Simon’s thumb lightly grazes the line of your jaw. “Tell me if you want to stop. Promise me.”

“Promise,” you murmur.

“That’s my girl.”

With your hand in his, Simon walks backward into the bedroom. He pulls you in as he shuts the door, teasing a kiss but not giving it to you. You try to steal one anyway, but Simon knows you too well, leaning away at the last second as he slips his hand from yours.

There is no mask. No anymore. Haven’t seen it at all unless he’s at the shop, working. His sweatshirt goes, followed by his shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up. Even in the dark with a just a hint of moonlight, you can glimpse him.

Corded muscle. Endless tattoos.

Your hands copy his movements, removing an article of clothing one at a time. All this time you’ve been rushing, and now that you’re here, the undressing is slow. Languid. Simon is done before you, and even in the dark you notice the way his hands clench and unclench with the anticipation of touching you.

You barely have your socks and pants off before Simon is grasping for you, hands groping ass and hip, mouth coming down on yours with desperation. In this, you feel utterly wanted, as if there is nothing he requires more than to be one with you.

Simon’s erection presses into your lower stomach, an insistent thing that both of you ignore. His kisses are your favorite, you want them forever, and that is all you can focus on even as your grow slicker between the thighs.

You drape your arms over his shoulders and then connect them behind his neck, clinging like he’ll disappear if you don’t. Simon’s hands slide over your back and down to your ass, filling his hands as squeezing. Angling your hips up a bit, he rubs himself against you, a low groan leaving him as the base of his erection brushes the side of your clit.

Forget slow. Forget the fact that Simon admitted he wouldn’t last.

Unlocking your arms from around his neck, you reach back and grab one of Simon’s groping hands. Bringing it between your bodies, you guide his fingers to your pussy, desperately needing him to touch you. His thick fingers slide easily over your sex, your arousal apparent.

You shiver from the contact, but Simon? Simon growls, low and feral, and utterly primal. Flattening three fingers against your sex, Simon parts you, the middle finger teasing your entrance with a soft caress. It hovers, and then starts to slide in.

Simon’s lips move away from your mouth and to your chin, then to your jaw, and then your throat. More of his finger enters.

“I missed you,” you whimper as he settles to the knuckle. Simon’s teeth graze your neck as his finger begins to slide back out. “Every. Day.”

Simon adds a second finger, pumping both in perfect rhythm. “I’m here now, love. Right here. Not going anywhere.”

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp as Simon’s palm rubs against your clit. “I—love—”

“Love, what?” coaxes Simon.

“You. I love you.”

Simon’s teeth no longer graze but they don’t bite down. They trace a line up your throat before taking a nip at your bottom lip. His fingers begin to retreat again but you grasp the back of his hand, pressing, urging him back inside.

“Don’t be gentle with me,” you murmur, rocking your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Fuck me the way you want to. Please.”

Simon’s head tilts to the side. “You sure about that, love?”

You whimper, nodding, pussy clenching around his fingers as his palm lightly rubs against your clit again. It’s lovely—slowly building that orgasm you so desperately crave. But then Simon’s fingers are gone and in his mouth, sucking them clean.

Your brain short circuits, unable to comprehend the change until Simon is guiding you onto all fours on the bed. He places a hand on your upper back, urging your front into the mattress as your ass stays up in the air. Guiding your legs apart, you expect him to settle between, to mount you and rut.

His mouth finds you instead, tongue parting your pussy from clit to opening then back again. You press back against his mouth and Simon makes a feast of you. The orgasm is a slap in the face. It doesn’t arrive slowly but as a thunderous force, nearly smashing you over the head with its intensity.

Thighs quiver. Legs shake. You cry out so loud you think Simon might stop. He doesn’t. He only continues through the ordeal, urging toward another and yet another until there are tears in your eyes. Only then does he draw back, wettened lips kissing the backs of your thighs and the curve of your ass.

His strong hands rub up and down the length of your back. Soothing and comforting at first, but then demanding, helping you turn until you’re facing him. Limbs like jelly, you allow Simon to draw you into his lap, to ease your legs to fall on either side of him, to help guide you to and then onto his cock.

“Want me to stop?” he asks, voice gruff.

You vehemently shake your head. “No. Want you. Always.”

With a final effort, Simon rocks his hips up just as he presses down on your hips. Every inch is inside of you, stretching, filling. You’re full of him, but it’s not enough. You need him to move.

“Simon,” you beg.

Shifting his arms, he supports you with his hands and forearms as well as his thighs. It forces your legs up and open, ankles and feet dangling. A slice of moonlight cuts through the room, highlighting the space where your bodies meet. With your forehead resting against his cheek, you watch as Simon guides you up and down his length, disappearing and then reappearing with a shine.

Keeping one arm hooked behind his neck, you reach between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. You create a v with index and middle finger, parting your pussy to open you up more, to capture the place where Simon’s cock penetrates you.

He’s hardly keeping it together as you tease the base of his cock with a fingernail Simon’s whimper instinctually has your pussy tightening around him.

“I want you to come inside me,” you whisper, breath brushing over his cheek. Simon’s hands tighten, fingers digging into your flesh as he ceases sliding and starts thrusting. “Please,” you add with a hint of longing.

He cannot say no. Simon never does.

In seconds, Simon has you on your back, flattening you against the bed. With one hand above your head, fisting the sheets, he rests the other on the inner thigh of your left leg, holding it wide and open for a better angle.

Simon’s first thrust is brutal. He buries his face against your neck, and doesn’t fucking stop. Every time your bodies connect, he grunts loudly. The muscles in his back bulge beneath your palms.

This is not healing. This is carnage. This is a burial.

Simon is digging your grave but not to leave you to rot. You are to be wholly submerged, wholly undone in the dark, to be thread unspooled. You will linger in this grave, in Simon’s arm, to know only of him. And then, only then, will you be unearthed from the dirt.

In the morning, with the light, there will be a calmness that smothers all. A closing of a door that will never be reopened. There is no definition in past, only a resounding future, and you must take it—seek it.

“I love you,” groans Simon.

His words are what does it, that breaks the flood, and shows you the way forward.

“You’re mine.”

These words are not a groan, more a plea. You’re mine because he wants it so, and all you need to do is agree.

Mine.

“Love you.”

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d0llcuries · 6 months ago

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hiii im new to your blog so idk all the rules yet but I was wondering if you could do a neteyam x navi reader ofc like when they first arrived to the reef you and tuk clicked immediately you both have a really close bond like you two spend a lot of time together weather it’s swimming together or making matching jewelry🩵 and that’s kinda how you and neteyam even started dating because of how much tuk would talk about you !!!! I hope this isn’t too much sorrrryyyy❤️ I love your work btwwww

TIDES THAT BROUGHT ME TO YOU

pairing(s): neteyam x fem!na'vi reader

summary: the sullys arrival to awal'atu causes a stir among your people, though you could care less about their presence. that is, of course, until a certain forest girl changes your mind

author's note: i fear there is an inexplicable pull within me to write yn as an absolute freakazoid in every oneshot i create. that being said, if you want yn to be normal in your request plspls specify her personality type otherwise she'll come out acting like winona rider from mermaids (1990). kinda fumbled this one too i should not be writing on my period 🧍

the first thing you notice about them is how thin they are.

their descent from the sky on their great winged beasts stirs up the sand in great, sweeping clouds, but it does nothing to hide the way their limbs, long and lean, cut through the air as they dismount. forest people. they move with a lightness, a caution that seems strange to you. the metkayina are not built like them. they are broader, bodies strong and firm, their muscles shaped by the tides and the weight of water. and their tails—their tails—eywa, they are so thin! practically useless. you wonder how they manage to balance at all.

you and tsireya emerge from the water, sliding off your ilus in one fluid motion, the cool spray of the ocean dripping from your skin as you wade through the shallows. the soft sand shifts beneath your feet, and your tail flicks lazily, trailing behind you as you approach ao’nung and rotxo, who stand together just ahead. tsireya pushes a strand of wet hair from her face, her movements graceful, her eyes immediately catching sight of the sully brothers—the skinnier of the two stares at her a little too long, his expression a mix of curiosity and something almost like awe.

you almost laugh when he nods in her direction, his voice low and far too confident. “hey.” (miles morales ahh)

tsireya’s face flushes a familiar shade of soft blue, and you cringe inwardly, the secondhand embarrassment hitting you like a wave. her reaction is painfully obvious, her wide eyes as she bends her head, a hesitant smile betraying her. you glance sideways, searching for a distraction, and rotxo is already there, as if sensing your discomfort.

“look at them,” he mutters under his breath, his voice pitched low so only you can hear. “how do they even manage with tails that thin?”

ao’nung, standing just beside him, snickers, his broad shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. it's the kind of laugh that is infectious, spreading like ripples across the surface of the sea, and even though you are not cruel—even though you know it’s wrong—you can’t help the small tug of a smile that curls at the corner of your mouth. it’s all in good fun, after all. forest people, clearly they have wandered too far from where they belong. surely they won’t be here for long.

it is not that you want to make fun of them, these strangers who have come to seek uturu, but something about them seems... wrong, somehow. misplaced.

you were still laughing when you caught neteyam’s eyes on you.

his gaze was steady, calm in a way that she didn’t expect, and she felt the weight of it like a shift in the tide. not accusing, not angry, but watching. taking her in as if she were something curious. something strange. her smile faded, the amusement leaving her as she pulled her gaze away, pretending not to care. what was he looking at?

you shift your weight slightly, your arms hanging loose at your sides as you observe the exchange between the sullys and tsireyas parents. she watches them with a quiet, thoughtful expression, her brows knitting together in concentration. there’s no judgment in her gaze, no hint of the amusement that had touched your own. she looks at them with nothing but curiosity, a flicker of compassion lighting her features. she catches your eye and raises an eyebrow, silently urging you to soften. you sigh, the weight of her gentle disapproval settling over you. of course tsireya would be the first to see beyond appearances. she always does.

you’ve known her for as long as you can remember, since you were both small and would spend your days swimming out into the open waters, daring each other to dive deeper, pushing your lungs to their very limits. she has always been the heart of your little group, the steady, guiding force that tempers ao’nung’s bravado and rotxo’s sharp-edged laughter. where they tease and taunt, she soothes, her voice like the steady rhythm of the waves, always pulling you all back to center.

it’s no surprise, then, that you find yourself drawn into spending more time with the newcomers, tsireya’s gentle insistence pulling you along as she helps guide them through the early days of their stay. you are metkayina; you know the ways of the water, the ebb and flow of the tides, the secrets that the ocean keeps. it’s your responsibility to teach them how to live in this world, even if you don’t want to.

at first, you hang back, letting tsireya do most of the talking, watching as she shows them how to breathe, how to move, how to swim like the metkayina do. it was exhausting just to look at them. lo’ak struggles to hold his breath, his frustration palpable as he tries again and again to stay underwater. kiri moves with a sort of distracted grace, her attention more focused on the creatures of the reef than the lesson itself. you observe them with detached interest, your thoughts drifting like the waves.

you don’t care about them. you don’t.

and then, tuk happens.

you hadn’t meant to pay attention to her. in fact, you had barely noticed her at all in the beginning, the youngest of the sully siblings blending into the background behind her older brothers and sister. but tuk has a way about her, a brightness that’s impossible to ignore. she’s all wide-eyed curiosity and boundless energy, so unlike the others, who carry the weight of their family’s uncertainty like a heavy cloak. while they are cautious, tuk embraces everything around her with an infectious enthusiasm that makes her impossible to overlook.

you catch her one day after a particularly long lesson, her small hands fumbling with a piece of seaweed, attempting to braid it into her hair for whatever reason. her brow is furrowed in frustration, her lower lip caught between her teeth in concentration, and something about her determination—her fierce little spirit—draws you in before you even realize what you’re doing.

“like this,” you murmur, kneeling beside her and gently taking the seaweed from her hands. your fingers work quickly, weaving the strands together with ease. “you have to twist it more. it’s not like the vines in the forest.”

tuk’s eyes widen, her expression lighting up with awe. “wow! you’re really good at that!”

and that’s it. from that moment on, you can’t seem to shake her. tuk becomes your shadow, or maybe it’s the other way around. wherever you go, she’s there, trailing after you with an endless stream of questions, her small footsteps pattering through the sand as she tries to keep up with your longer strides. her curiosity knows no bounds, and you find yourself drawn into her orbit, unable to resist the bright spark of joy that seems to follow her everywhere.

the first time she swims with you, her movements are awkward, her limbs too quick and too stiff, and she sputters as she breaks the surface, her wide eyes filled with frustration. “it’s too hard!” she huffs, pushing wet hair from her face. “i’ll never be as good as you.”

“you will,” you say gently. “you just have to feel the water. do not fight it.”

tuk frowns, unconvinced, but she doesn’t give up. over the days, you watch as she grows bolder, more confident in the water. you teach her how to control her breathing, how to let go of her fear, and she listens, her small face set in determined concentration. she clings to your arm after each lesson, her bright laughter ringing in your ears as she pulls you back to the beach.

and with tuk, inevitably, comes neteyam.

at first, you barely notice his presence, too busy entertaining tuk. he lingers on the outskirts of your time with her, watching from a distance, never quite joining in but never too far away either. it’s easy to forget he’s there, his quiet nature blending into the background.

but neteyam has a way of making himself known, even in his silence.

it starts small. you feel his gaze on you more often, the weight of it something you try to ignore at first. he never says much, never interrupts your time with tuk, but you notice him lingering just a bit closer with each passing day, his tall frame casting a shadow over you and tuk as she chatters on about whatever has caught her attention in that moment. sometimes, you catch him smiling—those soft, fleeting smiles that seem to disappear before you can fully register them. they’re rare, but when they happen, they make your heart stutter, a strange warmth blooming in your chest that you quickly dismiss.

he’s deliberate, thoughtful, always watching, always observing. you can feel his attention like the gentle pull of the tide, steady and unyielding. it’s unsettling, but not in a way that you dislike. in fact, if you’re honest with yourself, it’s kind of... comforting.

tuk even speaks about him sometimes, her admiration for him clear in every word. “neteyam would love this,” she says one day, as you show her to repair a torn fishnet. “he’s so good at everything. you’d like him, i think.”

tuk had been telling you some story about their home in the forest, her small hands moving animatedly as she spoke, when neteyam quietly joined the two of you. he folded his legs beneath him, watching with that same gentle expression he always wore when tuk was around. you paused, hands stilling over the bracelet you were working on, and glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

“you do not have to stop,” he said, his voice low and easy, the corners of his lips lifting in a small smile. “i am just here to watch.”

you thought about running away, getting up and leaving after making a up some excuse to remind them that you had better things to do than sit with them in the sand making bracelets. something about the way he spoke—his voice so warm and unhurried—caught you off guard. the way your heart bested faster when he was around, the way you caught yourself blushing like tsireya whenever lo'ak opened his mouth was... unusual. it unsettled you in a way you couldn’t quite put into words.

the three of you sat there in comfortable silence as you finished the bracelet, your hands working on autopilot while tuk chattered on, oblivious to the subtle shift in the air between you and her brother. you were grateful for her presence, for the way she kept things light without realizing it. by the time you tied the last knot and secured the bracelet around tuk’s wrist, you hadn’t noticed that neteyam had been watching you the whole time, with a softness that made you feel like he wasn’t just looking at you. he was seeing you.

“you are good at that,” he said quietly, his voice barely louder than the sound of the waves.

you tightened your grip on the edge of the bracelet you’d been working on for yourself, gaze dropping to the sand. “i have had practice.”

he nodded, still watching you. the weight of his gaze felt like a physical thing, pressing against your skin, exposing you in a way that made you feel uneasy. you were used to keeping your distance, keeping your indifference like a shield between you and his family. you had learned to tune it out, the presence of others—your people, the sullys—but with neteyam, it was different. you couldn’t ignore him the way you did the rest. but neteyam was quiet, his presence like the sea on a still morning, surrounding you without making a sound. you liked that.

as the sun dipped lower, casting warm golds and pinks across the sand, you tied the final knot and slid the bracelet onto your wrist. it wasn’t perfect—nothing ever was—but it felt right, the weight familiar against your skin. you held it up, inspecting your work, twisting your wrist slightly to catch the fading light.

“that one is beautiful,” neteyam said softly, his eyes on the small woven beads, the shells glinting like scattered stars. his gaze flicked to your wrist, then back to your face. “you should make me one.”

you blinked, your lips parting in surprise. “you want me to make you a bracelet?”

he smiled then, a small thing that felt like it could crack open the horizon. “well, you made one for tuk. i feel a little left out.”

you glanced at tuk, who was too busy showing off her new bracelet to the other children playing by the water to notice the exchange.

“i do not know,” you said slowly, turning the bracelet on your wrist. “i do not usually make things for people.”

neteyam tilted his head, his expression open, waiting. “you made one for tuk.”

“you do not even like it here,” you said suddenly, sharper than you intended. the words left your mouth before you could stop them, and you could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes. he opened his mouth to respond, but you continued before he could speak, your voice quieter this time. “you do not like us.”

the truth of it lingered in the space between you. you hadn’t forgotten the way they’d arrived, tense and uncertain, the way his brother had snapped at you and your people, the way his parents had worn their worry like a second skin. they didn’t belong here, and they knew it. the thought had made you laugh at first, but now, sitting here with neteyam, you didn’t know how to feel about it.

for a long moment, he was silent, his gaze turning out toward the sea, his expression unreadable. the light of the setting sun cast long shadows across the sand, and you could hear the distant calls of the other children as they played by the water. tuk’s laughter echoed somewhere nearby, but it felt distant, like the tide pulling away from the shore.

“you are right,” neteyam said finally, his voice low. “we do not belong here.”

the words were a simple acknowledgment, but they landed heavy between you, pressing down on your chest. you didn’t know why it bothered you to hear it. they didn’t belong. that was obvious. but there was something in the way he said it—something quiet, resigned—that made you realize just how heavy that truth must have felt for him, for all of them.

“but we are trying,” he added after a moment, his voice soft. “we are doing our best. even if it does not seem like it.”

your fingers tightened around the bracelet on your wrist, the edges rough against your skin. you could feel the weight of his gaze again, warm and steady, and for the first time, you met his eyes without looking away. there was something in them, something that caught you off guard. not sadness, exactly. not defeat. but acceptance. a quiet understanding that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t so different after all.

you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. “i will make you a bracelet,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. “if you still want one.”

neteyam smiled again, that small, warm curve of his lips that felt like it could light up the entire ocean. “i would like that.”

over time, it became harder to stay distant, your walls cracking under the weight of his quiet companionship. you didn’t even realize how much you’d begun to change, how your awkwardness softened, until one day you caught yourself laughing at something neteyam had said—really laughing, not the half-smile you usually gave. it wasn’t that you’d stopped being strange or different, but it didn’t matter so much anymore. neteyam had a way of making you feel like it was okay to be the way you were, that there was no need to force yourself into shapes that didn’t fit. the space between you that once felt wide now felt smaller, warmer, and for the first time in a long while, you didn’t mind the closeness.

he listened, the way he understood things without needing to say them. they spent more time together, sometimes with tuk, sometimes just the two of them, and slowly, quietly, something grew between them.

it was in the small moments—the way his hand would brush against yours when they walked, the way he’d smile at you from across the water. you didn’t fight it, didn’t push it away. you let it come, let it settle into your bones like the rhythm of the waves.

one evening, as you sat together on a small outcrop of rock, watching the sun sink into the horizon, neteyam turned to you, his expression soft and open in the fading light.

“you know,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, “tuk talks about you all the time.”

you smiled, “does she?”

he nodded, his gaze warm. “she adores you. she’s always telling me how you are the best swimmer, the best jewelry maker. she even started asking me to tell her stories about the forest, because she wants to impress you.”

her heart tightened at the thought, and she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her. “tuk is very easy to like.”

neteyam’s smile grew, and for a moment, you sat in comfortable silence, the sound of the waves lapping gently at the shore below. then, quietly, he added, “she is not the only one who talks about you.”

you glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat. “oh?”

his gaze met yours, steady and sure, and the warmth in his eyes was enough to make you breath catch in her throat. “i do too. all the time.”

his gaze meets yours, steady and sure, and the warmth in his eyes is enough to make your breath catch in your throat. “i do too. all the time.”

you blink, caught off guard. a breeze rolls off the sea, pulling strands of your hair into your face, but you can’t bring yourself to move. his words hang in the air between you, sinking into your skin like the warm sun after a cold swim. all the time.

“why?” your voice comes out smaller than you mean for it to. you’re almost afraid to hear the answer, as if it would shift the ground beneath your feet, change the delicate balance that has settled between you both.

neteyam’s gaze softens, his lips curling into the smallest smile, and you realize, with a start, that he isn’t nervous at all. he seems sure of whatever it is that lingers in the space between you. quietly confident, like always. “i guess because... i think about you a lot.”

you open your mouth to say something, anything to fill the silence, but before you can find the words, a small voice cuts through the moment like a blade.

“hey!” tuk’s voice, sharp and high, breaks your quiet. you both turn to find her standing at the edge of the rocks, her little face pinched in frustration, her hands on her hips. “i knew it!”

your eyebrows shoot up, startled. “knew what?”

tuk stomps closer, her bare feet padding noisily across the stone. “i knew neteyam would steal you from me!” she jabs a finger in his direction, her small frame shaking with righteous indignation. “you’re my friend, not his!”

the words hit you like a slap, and you glance at neteyam, who looks equally taken aback, his mouth parting in surprise. tuk’s big eyes shimmer with unshed tears, and something in your chest squeezes painfully. you hadn’t even realized how much time you’d been spending with neteyam, how it must have felt to tuk, who had so eagerly claimed you as her own from the start.

neteyam steps forward, hands raised in surrender, his voice gentle. “hey, tuk. no one is stealing anyone.”

but tuk isn’t having it. her little fists clench, and she whirls on you, eyes wide and brimming with hurt. “you promised we’d make more jewelry! and swim with the ilus!” her bottom lip trembles, and she takes a step back, as if the distance will make the ache in your chest less sharp. “you said you were my best friend.”

guilt washes over you like a cold wave, chilling you to the bone. you kneel down, reaching for tuk’s small hand, but the little girl pulls away, hurt radiating off her in waves. “tuk, i did not mean to—”

“you don’t like me anymore.” tuk’s voice is small now, defeated, and your heart breaks at the sight of it, at the raw pain in her eyes. “you like him more.”

the words leave you stunned, speechless. you look to neteyam for help, but he stands frozen, his jaw tight, clearly torn between comforting his sister and letting her work it out. after a long pause, he crouches beside tuk, his voice soft and reassuring.

“that is not true,” he says quietly, his hand resting gently on tuk’s shoulder. “she is still your friend, tuk. i am just... lucky to be friends with her too.”

tuk sniffles, her little fists rubbing at her eyes, and your heart clenches in your chest. “but i found her first,” she mumbles.

you can’t help the soft smile that tugs at your lips at the child’s words, your heart aching in the best way. “you did find me first, tuk,” you say gently, finally managing to reach out and take her hand. tuk lets you this time, her fingers small and warm in your grasp. “and you are still my best friend. nothing is going to change that.”

tuk looks up at you with wide, watery eyes, still unsure. “promise?”

you squeeze her hand, your voice soft. “promise.”

after a moment, tuk’s shoulders relax, and she swipes at her face with the back of her hand. she glances between you and neteyam, her lip still trembling but her anger starting to fade. “okay,” she whispers, “but you have to make me another bracelet first.”

a small laugh escapes you, and you nod, relief settling into your bones. “deal.”

tuk brightens instantly, her smile returning in full force. “and you both have to swim with me tomorrow. no skipping!”

neteyam chuckles, brushing a hand through his braids. “we would not dream of it.”

satisfied, tuk gives a dramatic sigh before turning and running off toward the other children, her earlier tears forgotten. the weight of her outburst still lingers, though, and as you both stand there in the quiet aftermath, you realize just how much tuk’s words have struck something deep inside you. you like him more.

it isn’t true, is it? or maybe... maybe it is. you’re not sure anymore. the thought makes your throat tighten.

neteyam seems to sense the shift in you, his gaze turning serious as he watches you carefully. “you okay?” he asks, his voice soft, a little uncertain.

“i do not know,” you say quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper. “it feels...different.”

neteyam is silent for a long moment, his brows furrowing slightly as he steps closer, his presence a steady, comforting weight at your side. when he finally speaks, his voice is low, careful. “what does?”

you look up at him then, the words heavy on your tongue. “everything. you, me, tuk...”

neteyam's voice is quiet, almost hesitant as he asks, “is it a good different?” his eyes search yours, the question hanging in the air between you. there's an openness to him now, a vulnerability that makes you pause. you see him clearly in this moment—the forest boy with his thin tail, strong but out of place here in your world. his presence is unfamiliar yet comforting, the way his skin contrasts with the sea, the way he stands rooted even on shifting sand. the difference is undeniable, but it's not unsettling. it feels like something new, something good.

you meet his gaze, and in that instant, everything falls into place. his eyes, a deep shade that reminds you of the forest he came from, hold a quiet kind of warmth, like the steady burn of a fire. you're different, yes—he, with the wilderness in his bones, and you, with the sea in yours—but that contrast feels like a harmony rather than a divide. with a small nod, you let the truth settle between you, firm and certain. “yeah,” you murmur, a soft smile pulling at your lips. “it is.”

i'll proof read this when i get back home i have to go out now 😭

#neteyam x reader #neteyam fluff #neteyam oneshot #neteyam x you #neteyam imagine #neteyam sully #neteyam sully imagine #neteyam drabble #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully x na’vi!reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #atwow #avatar way of water #d0llcuries stuff ꫂ ၴႅၴ

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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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Thinking about his demon form horns.

Barbatos x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Fluff and kissing, slightly suggestive at the end. 0.6k words.

You’re fascinated by the winged horns that sprout between dark green hair when Barbatos shifts into his demon form. You’re intrigued. They look so pretty and delicate, but non-functional—or so you think.

When you get to know Barbatos better, it’s easier to read the emotions he masks with bland smiles that don’t reach the sharp glint in his eyes. Sometimes it looks like his horns twitch as the bony ends curl ever so slightly as his eyes flash with disapproval or annoyance. No one else seems to notice them but you. If he catches you staring, you shake your head and look away. He doesn’t talk about them, and you don’t ask about them either.

Maybe you were just seeing things?

Over time, you’re convinced that his little horns do move on their own at times. Your theory is proven the first time he kisses you, and you learn they can do more than twitch. He’s wearing his RAD uniform, his horns and tail nowhere to be seen. His eyes dart down to your lips as his face draws closer. His lips are a little dry, but they’re still soft and so warm when they touch yours. A small whimper escapes you, and he hums in response.

It only takes a few moments for you to notice a noise that you don’t recognize. It's just loud enough to hear over the sound of your heart beating wildly in your chest and the slick sounds of his lips gliding against yours. His gloved fingers dig into your waist to keep you from moving away when you reluctantly break the kiss and look around curiously. Your eyes widen when you realize the little wings sprouted from the crown of his head are fluttering.

A pink blush dusts his cheeks because he knows what you’re staring at; surely you must understand the significance of that little quirk of his by now.

Later on, he'll think about the implications that he was so distracted by you that he shifted forms without realizing it—have you always affected him this much?

You suspect he’s embarrassed that he can’t seem to control their actions, but your heart beats a little faster for him too—he's so precious. You slide your hands into his hair—gently, to avoid touching the base of his horns because you know he doesn’t like that—and you curl your fingers along the back of his scalp.

There’s a soft rumble in his chest and he leans forward, kissing you more passionately than before. His tongue teases the seam of your lips, begging silently for entrance. He deepens the kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth and seeking out your exquisite taste. His little wings continue to flutter excitedly—they disperse the delicate scent of his shampoo into the air.

It feels like he unknowingly shared an intimate secret with you. You seem to like his little oddities, and even though he still finds them annoying at times, he learns to appreciate them more because you do.

If you notice his horns twitch slightly as his voice grows sharp with disapproval, you know he’s desperately trying to contain anger or frustration he normally conceals from the world—you make a note to talk to him about it later in the privacy of his bedroom.

They still flutter sometimes when you have sweet moments with him too: eating lunch together during a rare break from his duties; when you dance together at one of Diavolo’s parties, the overwhelming fondness in his gaze making his eyes shimmer like molten emeralds; or when he slides down the bed and pries your legs apart, eyes darker now with desire when he flicks out his tongue to taste you.

He hides his devilish smile when your fingers slide into his hair. You’re still careful not to disturb the base of his delicate horns—the ones tickling you as they flutter wildly between your thighs.

Read more: Barbatos Masterlist | Obey Me Masterlist

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lovekabaneri · 8 days ago

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Getting Dunked - Apocalyptic Ponyo AU

Inspired by @keferon Apocalyptic Ponyo au. Brace yourselves - it will be long and unpolished.

This will be something of a divergence, based on this particlular post: Link.

So, after getting inspired by the “Human gets dunked in toxic chemicals and mutates” idea in Apocalyptic Ponyo, I came up with several ideas for Blaster being dunked.

AN: I don’t quite see Blaster as another orca mer. Don’t get me wrong, the art of him in orca wetsuit was good, but I think he can be something else, something more fitting since his whole thing is *blasting* music and so on, also he has a cassette and has a lot of dancing clips. For now, I am torn between a few options – on one hand I want to make his more flamboyant, keep his bright colors but I also want to keep him some sort of sea mammal for his music, which doesn’t fit too well with his red color scheme.

So, it’s either I make him a fish mer to keep his color: rockfish, parrot fish, angel fish.

Or I keep him a mammal mer for the music, since fish are not vocal: beluga (sea canary), Weddell seal (almost musical underwater calls), sea lion (very loud and kind of similar color, but we already have Roddy and Ratchet).

V1 – Blaster is rescued by Jazz and Prowl from a sea monster. Jazz wants to help him get to safety and won’t just leave him, despite Prowl’s protests but then when they navigate the ruins, Blaster ends up slipping and falling in some polluted water with strange chemicals from the big industrial facility that are… oddly suspicious. He thinks nothing of it but oh, no! He had been scraped and some of the stuff got in him. He starts feeling sick, feverish and itchy, his bones even hurt and he shakes.

Jazz is worried about his friend, since Blaster was one of the few he trusted, maybe even the only human he trusted with personal things. Prowl wants to leave him, since he’s an inconvenience and a danger, after they discover that Blaster has somehow started to mutate into something. There will be angst as Jazz watches his friend mutate, not knowing if he’ll be fine of if the human would turn in a mutant like those weird-legged fish things they were attacked by near the big, tall ‘sky towers’.

Prowl gets frustrated and almost leaves Jazz and Blaster but returns after noticing some odd movements from the mutants (hunting behavior?) and his conscience gnawing at him. He comes back in time to help as Jazz and barely conscious Blaster are surrounded by those freaky-legged mutants. They must have followed the blood trail from Blaster? So, they manage to slip away, Jazz and Prowl carrying still mutating and delirious Blaster on their backs as they run away. But it is difficult to run, since those thinks have claws and spindly legs and can climb, so Jazz can’t just pull them up high to wait it out. Blaster begs Jazz to leave him, but Jazz doesn’t want to, since Blaster kind of was his only friend for a long while. Jazz suggests they hide Blaster in one of the nearby buildings while they deal with the mutants but then, Prowl’s brain uses the environment and cooks up a trap for the mutants with the half-destroyed apartment building. But… they need bait, aka Blaster, Jazz is loke “NO!” but there’s no other way and Blaster does agree, even though the poor man just wants the pain to stop and to not be jostled around so much he’s feeling like he’d purge his organs out.

(At this point, Blaster is still looking a lot like a misshapen human, his spine as wonky and doing these *concerning* pops and cracks, there are splotches on his body, clammy skin, his legs feeling like jelly and maybe turning purple from the blood flow being cut? Or maybe his legs do what froglets do with their tails and they are slowly getting shorter and are re-absorbed in his body as extra calories to grow the mer tail? Oh, and that tail – damn does the man hurt as this thing is stretching out from his spine, his pelvis is shifting along with all his organs. If he ends up a whale-like mer, would he have a blowhole? Imagine growing another breathing hole! Or maybe if he’s seal, he’d grow fur? Or scales for a fish? Still not sure.)

So, after a quick calculation in Prowl’s noggin, the trap is set, the mutants go for defenseless Blaster and Jazz is *this* close to jumping out as the mutants get close, but they activate the trap. Jazz pulls Blaster up with a rope and Prowl topples the unstable building on top of the mutants, killing them all.

Blaster is very sick for a few days after and Jazz and Prowl have to hunker down in an abandoned building for a bit. During that time, he slowly and painfully changes into… an actually pretty ordinary-looking mer (*cough* unlike Brainstorm *cough*). In fact, Prowl wouldn’t have thought he could have been human if he had not seen Blaster mutate with his own eyes.

Blaster wakes up and Jazz is super happy his friend is not only alright after mutating but also fully aware (Jazz either learned or saw a savage mer while with Prowl) and Blaster is genuinely freaking out. Because… He’s a mer now! Like, legit one, he can feel all the weird new limbs, he can’t move properly in his new body, his vocal cords are also VERY weird and make even weirder new sounds like chirps, whistles and such very easily (even does it sometimes unconsciously) while trying to speak English feels like gargling marbles. Now, he has to not only learn to speak mer from Jazz and Prowl, but also how to move, swim, hunt, basically survive the apocalypse as a mer.

By the time they reach the ocean proper, they would have mostly smoothed things out and would be working as an odd little pod. Prowl no longer hates all humans, only the bad ones, and his opinion of Blaster has changed a lot. Maybe they would try and find the reason why blaster mutated and to see if it can be reversed, even if it is unlikely.

(more under the line)

V2 – Blaster is alone when the tsunami hits and he’s in big trouble. He almost drowns but manages to save himself by climbing up a fire escape on a tall building. Well, not so tall after only the roof is left dry after the wave passed through. He is all on his own, his phone was sopping wet and there was no way to contact anyone, he has the option to escape, to go towards where he saw a couple of emergency flares in the distance (towards the ‘shore’) but… everything is a mess and he’s worried about Jazz and Prowl, his colleagues too, but mostly the two mers since they had no way to evacuate and animals are usually left behind in emergencies. The wave had hit suddenly while he was not on shift, so he knew nothing of what happened at the aquarium. The aquarium is in the opposite direction of the flares… but he’s determined to see if the two mers survived or if they need rescue.

(Completely unaware Prowl had sensed the tsunami earlier by using the magnetic fields or air pressure, or something similar, and the two told no one in order to make an escape attempt since Jazz heard they were going to take Prowl back to the wild and he’d be alone again.)

So, Blaster gets whatever supplies and tools he can, including a sharp broomstick for self-defense from the new freaky fish, and starts navigating the flooded ruins while making his way to the aquarium. At some point, he ends up accidentally stumbling across a few of the freaky-legged mutants near the industrial zone and has to hide in one of the flooded factories. He’s unaware that during the run he had not only cut and scraped himself but that some of the strange ‘secret’ chemicals in the warehouse were leaking and he slipped and got dunked straight into the mutant soup.

He does treat his injuries after getting away from the mutants but it is too late, the transformation has begun! Within the next 24 hours he starts feeling sick, skin clammy and developing fever, his insides feeling like they were flopping around as he moved (not untrue) and soon it becomes a bit too much but he pushes trough, reaching the aquarium. He goes inside and feels dread on top of the physical pain because the place is in ruins. Thankfully he sees that Jazz’s pool was empty and there were no bodies, so he goes “Oh, thank goodness!” and finally collapses.

Blaster would be alone, in pain and delirious. He’d have to struggle to keep himself safe as he feels and watches his body mutate. As he loses the ability to walk properly, growing a tail and his whole anatomy changing. He can’t keep anything down during this whole time. Finally, he fully turns into a mer and feels sweet relif – falling in a fitful sleep. He wakes up, groggy, uncoordinated and heavy. Tries opening his supplies and earing a protein bar or something but such dry human food does not agree with his new biology, so he chokes and finally startles into full awareness.

He is so confused, scared and freaked out because he’s not only on his own in the apocalypse, but now he’s mutated in a new body. He hears strange noises and panics – maybe the building is going to fall down even more, maybe it is the monsters, so he takes whatever he can and runs- or at least tries to. Blaster realizes he can barely move and only flop around, barely manages to drag himself to the water, arms burning from the strain and then rolls himself into the water… only to almost drown because he can’t swim.

He fasttracks the swimming part because he wanted to get away from the odd noises and now in the water, he could *feel* the vibrations inside his head and it was NOT good! His new instincts scream to run away! So, with a lot of flailing and colliding with things, he swims away from the aquarium.

Once safe, he does a quick look over his new body and he comes to very concerning realizations (read more below the line). He clearly has his mind intact but he’s also looking like the average mer. He’s barely able to recognize himself, forget about other people recognizing him.

As some extra angst, he could see other survivors and goes to ask for help, not realizing he now looked quite intimidating with how much bigger he was, plus sharp teeth. He also did not take in account it was quite dark, since he had good night vision, so he scares the survivors when he pulls himself out of the water. They scream and point stuff at him, trying to shoo him away. Then, he realizes with his new vocal cords, he can’t speak normally, because when he tried smiling and asking for help, all the people saw was this large mer baring sharp teeth at them and making weird/scary noises. They end up throwing things at him, even take a few mock swings with a broom and Blaster is forced to swim away. He is feeling SO bad after the encounter. Would his family and friends even recognize him or has he changed too much? Will he be like another of the ‘dumb animals’ to them?

Then he’s attacked by a leviathan and with his poor swimming skills (since his mer for would usually move quite fast normally) he almost gets eaten. He’s injured and thinks it’s his end but then Jazz and Prowl come, after they had heard his ‘screech’ for help.

But then… he faints.

Jazz and Prowl also don’t recognize Blaster, since he’s a mer now. Although Prowl does look at Jazz weird when he tell Prowl he felt like he’d seen the injured mer before. (Impossible, since Prowl was the first proper contact Jazz had in a LONG time.) but then he takes a careful took and- huh, he does look kind of familiar from somewhere?

Well, the two end up taking unconscious Blaster to a safe place and treat him the best they can. When he wakes up, Blaster is both surprised and happy to see that his ‘dream’ of seeing Jazz was actually real.

Both orca mers are shocked to learn that Blaster is now a mer, after a LONG game of charades and bits of rough human speech, maybe even a bit of scribbling on the wall? Jazz is in disbelief and Prowl… well, his feelings are complicated. He thought it was a normal mer but now turns out it is one of the humans, but just mutated somehow? Prowl does not like Blaster and gets jealous when Jazz starts hanging around Blaster. Jazz is happy his friend was safe, since he was also worried if Blaster was alright, but now he was there and Jazz was eager to teach him a lot, especially after they see how bad he is in all the mer stuff, including swimming – the one thing mers need to know the best.

Again, there will be tension between Prowl and Blaster. Jazz would want to keep him close, but then he’s a burden in Prowl’s eyes. They quarrel and Blaster tries to mediate, it does not go well. Prowl swims away angry but then he does stumble across a leviathan and being alone makes him vulnerable.

In this scenario, since Blaster is not incapacitated, he and Jazz think up a plan to rescue Prowl, since Jazz is still not in top shape and Blaster is mostly useless when not used to his new body. They pull up some boom boxes, hook them up and with Jazz as bait this time (being the nimbler one) just blast the monster with a booming burst of noise and static. Jazz helps Pull disoriented Prowl away and the 3 swim to safety, well more like Prowl and Jazz swimming at max speed while dragging Blaster away from danger. After that, Prowl reluctantly thanks Blaster and accepts him, if only for now. Again, takes a while for Prowl to get it that Jazz and Blaster are just good buddies and that Blaster was not going to ‘steal’ Jazz.

At this point, Blaster is really starving and needs food, so the two do share their meal with him. Blaster is… reluctant to say, to bite in a chunk of raw meat but his hunger says otherwise, so he eats it and… it is not that bad. Prowl says something and Blaster needs translation – basically that was the best they had at the moment and once they got to the ocean and Prowl’s home, they would have something proper to eat. By the time they reach the ocean, Blaster would have gotten used to swimming properly and have a basic understanding of the mer language.

Both Jazz’s and Blaster’s minds will be blown when they realize mers have actual cooking, technology, music and so on. It is after that Blaster learns Prowl is a cop and they technically held a law enforcement officer captive.

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Blaster is not having a good time, he’s now almost completely unrecognizable with his new body, he has tail, flippers, his voice sounds different and struggling to speak in both languages, even his hair and face has changed a bit to fit the mer body. He’s missing his music because not only did he lose most his tunes in the apocalypse but he also has no human ears to put earbuds in. Oh, he also realizes he’s now technically naked and all his organs and ‘things’ have moved to new spaces. He is having a lot of body dysphoria, can barely drag himself on the shore and just… flails for a while in the water, maybe almost drown (Pathetic for a mer) until they get him up and swimming correctly. There’s also the realization at some point that no one would look at him and think “Oh, that’s Blaster from the aquarium.” He’s unrecognizable, just another mer to other humans, just an animal.

Not to mention, now that he’s more aquatic and sturdier with his new, larger body, Jazz is even more clingy. Prowl is not pleased and feels jealously because Jazz spends not only more time with Blaster, but he and Jazz can communicate with each other better, since Blaster knows human and all the body language, so Jazz is basically on the same speaking level. They will eventually resolve it, by the time they reach the open ocean, but for now there will be more tension between Blaster and Prowl. (Yeah, it takes time for Prowl to realize Jazz and Blaster are just good friends that love music and food.)

Blaster on the other hand, in both scenarios, Blaster will have a big freak out/realization moment as he travels for a while with Jazz and Prowl, especially when he’s a mer. As he learns more and lives with the two orcas as a mer, he comes to realize they are not ‘Just very smart sea creatures that resemble people’ but that mers ARE actual people, with their own language, culture, music, even laws and cuisine. They are literally sea people and Blaster feels *really* guilty, because even if he did treat Jazz like his own person and not dismiss him as some beast, he still kind of though of Jazz as an animal, a really smart one like a monkey or a parrot, if only just a little bit. After all, some animals can also imitate speech and are as smart as a child. And then witnessing just how smart Prowl is, a real computing machine, a genius, he feels even more embarrassed.

Also, I think Blaster would be quite grossed out when he has to have his first proper meal as a mer. Maybe Jazz and Prowl teach him some hunting but since it has been a few days since he changed and is not only exhausted and starving from the mutation, but also still healing and quite uncoordinated, Jazz and Prowl share what they caught with him. Could be fish, could be crustacean, or could be something bigger and he has to ‘dig in’ the carcass before the mutant sharks smell it or they’d have to fight mutants.

#transfomers #transformation #apocalyptic ponyo #my ideas #fic prompt #jazzprowl #tf jazz #prowl #tf blaster #merformers

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mokokone · 8 months ago

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Hello!

Can you do a Kusuriuri x Kitsune! Fem! Reader. Where the reader loves to tease him and prank him.

Thank you <3 ❤️

Author's preface: Kitsunes are known for their mischievous nature and love of playing tricks on humans. These mythical creatures have the ability to shape-shift into different forms, often using their powers to deceive unsuspecting individuals. Despite their playful antics, kitsunes are also seen as wise and intelligent beings in Japanese folklore. Their cunning ways make them both feared and respected in traditional stories and legends.

Trickster |Medicine Seller/Kusuriuri x FemKitsune!Resder|

Kusuriuri stood, pondering for a moment. His piercing cerulean gaze scanned the room, taking in every detail.

Something was amiss.

His Taima Ken Exorcism Sword was missing. He could have sworn he left it sitting on the coffee table.

Surely, the small blade couldn't have flown away. Every corner and crevice was scrutinized, but the sword was nowhere to be found. Kusuriuri's mind raced with questions—who could have taken it? And for what nefarious purpose?

"(Y/n)!" He suddenly called.

After a moment, a young female poked her head through the shoji. Her hair was a beautiful color of (h/c), falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of (e/c), sparkled with curiosity. However, the most unique thing about her appearance was that she had fox ears and a bushy fox tail.

Her fox ears twitched slightly as she looked at her master with a sense of curiosity.

"Yes, what is it, master?" You asked.

"Have you seen my sword?" Kusuriuri asked you as you stepped into the room, watching his eyes scan the space in search of the missing weapon.

"No... Why?" you inquired, feigning innocence as you tried to suppress a mischievous grin.

In truth, you knew exactly where it was. After all, you were the one who hid it, as well as a few other items of his.

Though you didn't really have a good reason for doing so, you were just bored and thought it'd be funny to see how long it would take him to notice.

As you watched him search, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for playing this prank on him.

"Hmm, I can’t find it.” He tossed the pillow he had been looking under back down on the sofa. "I'm also missing several of my ofuda as well as some incense from my medicine box." He adds.

“Really? How strange..." You say, hiding a smirk. "Well, I'm sure it'll turn up soon, master.” you tell him before turning on your geta to leave.

“Hopefully...” You hear him murmur, unaware that he had watched you leave.

“Where? Where is it?”

Later that evening, you heard your master sigh in frustration. There was no doubt he was starting to lose his patience.

You poke your head in the doorway again. “What is it now?” You wondered which item he was looking for now.

But, you knew.

Not long after you hid his sword, you also took and hidden his Shunga (Japanese erotic art) picture book.

“Now, I can't find my Shunga magazine,” he answered.

You couldn't help but grimace. “Why do you even look at such gross things, master?” You scoffed, "It's just a book filled with gross images of women having intercourse with gross men."

Kusuriuri snorts. “Ha, I find it quite entertaining.”

*'You ought to be glad I didn't burn it instead of hiding it, you pervert,'* you inwardly thought to yourself before giving a smile.

“You've been misplacing a lot of your stuff lately, master," you teased. "I never thought you'd be so irresponsible with your things."

"I am not, my dear," he protested. "I am very responsible. I need my sword and ofuda to fight against malevolent mononoke. I would never be so careless as to lose such important items," He huffs.

"It’s like my stuff is just...disappearing. Almost as if someone has taken them." He adds.

You almost felt a shiver run down your spine when he catches your gaze and could only hope he didn't know. Nevertheless, you shook it off and opted to tease him some more.

"Aww, poor master," you fake-sympathize, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watch him sulk his shoulders. "Perhaps your things have had enough of you and just ran away," you snicker.

"Haha, very funny," he chides. "Look, if you're not going to help, then leave."

"Rude!" You stuck your tongue out at him before leaving.

You failed to notice the angry red mark on Kusuriuri's head as blue eyes eyed you both skeptically and intently.

You hurried down the engawa to hide it in the garden under a rock. However, before you could, you yelped upon feeling a hand grab your tail.

That night, you decided to keep the prank going. Once you made sure Kusuriuri was out of sight, you snuck into his room and opened his medicine box. This time you were going to take and hide one of his Kenshutsu (scales).

“Where are you off to, (Y/n)?” Kusuriuri asked.

You sweated nervously, attempting to hide the kenshutsu inside your kimono before turning to face him.

“Um... n-nowhere, master,” You stammered.

Kusuriuri eyed you suspiciously. "Was that one of my kenshutsu?" He asked. "And were you about to hide it in the garden?"

“W-what? N-no way…” You lied, giving him an innocent look.

However, Kusuriuri saw through your lie. After all, he too knows how feels to be a sly fox.

"So, it was you all along," he said, his tone accusatory.

Welp, now that you’very been caught red-handed, you’re toast! It was fun while it lasted. You didn’t even try to plead your innocence; you just grinned warily at him with a nervous chuckle.

“You little minx,” He quickly pulled you forward, making you shriek as he then grabbed your sides.

“K-Kusuriuri─I mean, Master, wait!! No, please, I can explain!” You cry out.

Kusuriuri was merciless as he started tickling you, his fingers digging into your sides, making you squeal.

"This is what you get for hiding my stuff." He smiled menacingly.

You doubled over, trying desperately to get away from him. “Ahhhaaahaa, I'm sorry! P-please, have mercy! Hahahahaha~!”

“Tell me where you put everything and I'll let up," he demanded.

“Ack! I’m sorry!”

"Sorry doesn't tell me where you hid my things,” Kusuriuri said, now switching to tickling you under your arms.

With that, you completely lost it! It was painful as you squealed and tried to push him away. You're the one who got yourself into this mess, so you had no choice but to come clean.

“Fine!! Your sword is in the kitchen cabinet, and your Shunga magazine is inside the hallow of the cherry blossom tree outside." You confessed, desperate for your torture to cease.

“And?” He prompted, tickling your tummy.

Your laughter was so loud and desperate now that tears were beginning to leak from your eyes. "A-and I promise not to take your stuff without permission. I-I...AHaha... I'm sorry! I was just bored!”

Kusuriuri's expression soften. He was pleased that you finally came clean as he finally stopped tickling you, much to your absolute relief. But he still opted to tease you.

“Good girl."

Bastard.

Your face was flushed from laughing in pain as you glared daggers at him.

"I'll forgive you this time, but no more pranks, ok?"

You crossed your arms and stuck out your tongue at him. “You suck, master.”

He merely shrugged his shoulders as he walked off to retrieve his stuff. “Not my fault. You deserved it,” he said, but then stopped and glanced back at you.

"Y'know, if you ever get bored again, feel free to come to me. I'm always up for some fun.♡" He smirks devilishly while winking at you.

It took you awhile, but you quickly caught on of what it is he's implying as your face flushed red.

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#mononoke 2007 #kusuriuri #medicine seller #mononoke kusuriuri #x reader #kitsune #fanfic #folklore #oneshot #ask me anything #answered #japanese mythology

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star-going-supernova · 1 year ago

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Here’s a SB prompt for ya!

Gregory realistically couldn’t have lasted the entire game without getting hurt. He got bruises from being slammed into things, his limbs aches for days cause he pushed himself too hard, and you can’t tell me any scrapes from Monty or Roxy didn’t scar.

Gregory would 100% use jokes and quips to deal with all the memories from that night whenever it gets brought up. Freddy who’s programming is insistent on lightening the mood and is joke based hates when he does it with a burning passion.

I’m still not done with the mini ficlets, lol. I went with immediate aftermath instead of further down the line.

Just a Scratch

The shift from night mode to day mode as, somewhere, a clock finally struck six was the best thing Gregory had seen all night. Lights began to turn on, STAFF bots disappeared by the dozen, and the stupid music cut out, leaving a ringing silence in its wake.

Just visible from his hiding place, he watched Chica twitch a bit, then zombie walk away toward her room down the long hall of Rockstar Row. Mere minutes later, Monty and Roxy followed, none seemingly aware of their surroundings. They all vanished into their rooms without a peep.

Still tense and on guard, Gregory unfolded himself from the tight corner behind the trash can he’d been tucked behind. There was no movement from the green rooms; from where he was crouched, he could see that Roxy’s was empty. Recharging in their back hallways, maybe?

Guests would start arriving in a few hours, after all, and the show must go on.

Limping down the hall, he raised his watch and pressed the button to talk. “Freddy? You still with me?”

“I am still here, superstar,” Freddy said, and he sounded so relieved. “I believe it is over. The barricade over the doors has risen. You are safe now.”

Safe. It’d only been one night, but it felt like such a foreign concept. How could the pizzaplex ever feel safe again, no matter what time of day it was?

Six hours. Not even counting that first hour before the barricade went down. Longest six hours of his life.

He was starting to feel a little woozy and unsteady on his feet by the time he and Freddy found each other. Freddy gasped at the sight of him, and the sound reflexively made him look around wildly, expecting an attack. But the quiet halls were empty but for the two of them.

“Gregory,” Freddy said urgently. “You are far more injured than I thought! We must get you medical care immediately.”

Gregory blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment before looking down at himself and taking stock of his body for the first time in hours. He’d kinda had other, more important things on his mind, y’know?

The first thing he noticed were the bruises. He’d hit the deck more than once, either on purpose or from tripping, and his knees reflected that. They were dark and discolored. Lower, on his left leg, a trio of long gashes slashed diagonally down the front and curved around the back. They started to sting fiercely now that he’d noticed them. Monty had grabbed him there once, he remembered faintly.

It was all a bit of a blur, to be honest.

The sides of his upper arms and shoulders ached too, and he thought of how many times he’d taken a corner too fast, one animatronic or another hot on his tail, and the way he’d slammed into the walls before continuing on. On his back, the burn of another couple of cuts flared up; Chica had taken him by surprise at least twice.

Shallow puncture wounds lined the top of his lower left arm from when he’d blocked Roxy’s teeth somewhere around 2 a.m. And both his right wrist and ankle throbbed with the pain of a sprain, probably from the one time the security guard had managed to grab him and yank him around and a fumbled jump down some stairs respectively.

A full body ache buzzed through him, too—the result of running and lifting and pulling and pushing far too much, far beyond what his ten-year-old body was used to.

And his vision was admittedly a little blurry. A headache had started after the third time he’d had his head smacked into the floor by a pouncing Moon, so maybe he had a concussion on top of all the rest.

The room was starting to spin, and Freddy was looking mightily concerned, which wasn’t an expression Gregory would have thought a robot capable of. Thoughts all tangled up around each other, he was suddenly desperate to reassure his protector that he was okay, honest, and they would look back on this night someday and laugh.

He giggled now, tipped alarmingly to the side, and in a concussed attempt to alleviate Freddy’s worry and lighten the mood, Gregory enthusiastically declared, “Tis but a scratch!”

Freddy made a noise of appalled disbelief, but if he said anything in response, Gregory didn’t hear it. He was too busy collapsing on the spot, thoroughly unconscious.

#i answered a thing #anonymous #fnaf security breach #fnaf fic #star's stories #life and times of star

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mischiefmaker615 · 2 years ago

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Purrfect

Rating: PG-14

Summary: There was something very strange and familiar with the cat you decided to take in..

Requested by: @Laer111ee

‘’I swear- every time I’m here, that cat is always starring at you.. its kinda creepy’’

Your best friend turns your attention over to the couch where the black cat perched in an almost to-proper position with its striking and.. intense green eyes looking into your soul. Its tail flicked ever so slightly and even with the door open to your apartment where you both stood, he didn’t make a single move to dash out. Looking back at your friend, you merely shook your head with a light laugh and a wave of the hand.

‘’you mean every time as in aka, a week? He probably needs more time to adjust or something, he might be to scared to move much.’’

‘’well in any case, perhaps he would be a good source of comfort since ..what happened today..’’ her light demeanor changed back to concern as she grasped your hand. ‘’are you sure you don’t want me spending the night?.. I hate leaving you feeling like this.’’

You shook your head with your face doing a good job at hiding your held-back emotional state. ‘’I’ll be fine, really. My boss is just being an asshole, nothing new.’’

‘’yeah but.. he can’t possibly think you can do all that stuff by yourself.. not without going crazy with stress and-‘’

‘’I can handle it, promise’’ you reassured her, masking your irritation of the topic as she sighed and nodded, taking a step back with a small wave.

‘’okay.. I’ll see you next week then Y/N, take care of yourself..’’ she smiled before you finally closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, you rested your forehead on the door with your eyes closed, trying to keep your mind from going there; but it did. The tears began to fall as you thought of the turn of events that unfolded in such a short amount of time, you never really got a chance to process it until now. Avoiding the situation entirely was easy.. but not when your alone with your mind.

Your boss lost a lot of employees already from various reasons, so not only do you have to cover all of their shifts and work, but he decides to degrade you for not getting things done fast enough or well enough.. quit? With what other job? bills are a thing in this world and this world is an expensive place. You could handle the work if you really push yourself.. hard.. but the way he humiliated and treated you was your tipping point. It was good money though.. but at what cost now.. your mental state.

You punched at the door, pretending it was him before turning your back on it and heading to your room. Not even bothering to plop on the bed, you sat on the ground against it with your knees to your chest, burying your face as you cried.

‘’why do you cry love?”

The low, silky voice came out of no where, causing you to look up to find its source and got pierced with a familiar gaze. A man with pale skin, raven black hair and an attire containing a mix of green, black and gold gazed upon you with a concerned look on his face. His striking blue eyes dared you to lie at him and something from the stare alone seemed.. recognizable somehow.

How the hell did he get in, you didn’t know. Who the hell he was, you couldn’t tell yourself either- no matter how familiar he seemed to be. Most of these questions didn’t bother to leave your lips as they parted with silence. For some reason, you felt no danger from the strange man before you- perhaps you were trying to process his question rather than wonder why he didn’t threaten you for money or whatever.

‘’why do i.. what?’’ you stutter out, already feeling like an idiot as your fingers gripped the carpet beside you, trying to shy away from him.

‘’you weep with deep emotion darling and you seem to be in fine health so my only conclusion would be that someone out there had to have hurt you. At least, from what I pieced together from what your friend was saying.’’ He explained, his voice gentle as his eyes never left yours as he remained in his crouched position before you.

‘’my.. friend?- how could you possibly know- why do you even-‘’

‘’care?’’ he finished your sentence with a smirk and sighed as he seemed to study your features, his eyes slipping down below your neck once or twice before flicking up to your orbs again. ‘’because in my low moment about a week ago up to now, you’ve shown me kindness. Its only right if I show you the same.’’

You blinked at him as you tried to understand what he was saying. You.. helped him for a week? He over heard your friend.. that gaze looked to damn familiar- no.. he couldn’t possibly.. but his smirk seemed to show that he understood what you were thinking. ‘’your-‘’

‘’I believe you’ve called me by the name of ‘cat’, but if you wish a proper name, Loki will do just fine.’’

‘’Loki..’’ you breathed as you slowly raised a hand and wiped your cheeks, almost embarrassed at how you presented yourself while your mind tried to process that he was the very creature that you had been caring for for about a week. At least you had that much time to process since it was clear that this.. rather attractive man was not here to harm you- he probably already would have if that was his intention. ‘’being shown kindness honestly won’t help right now unless you plan on killing my boss.’’ You say with mild sarcasm but your body tensed when Loki nodded.

‘’that shouldn’t be a problem-‘’

‘’no!- I mean.. that won’t be necessary.. even if that bastard deserves a little pain..’’ you sigh and look away from him.

‘’what may I be able to do then love?’’ he said gently, a hand slowly moving to your chin to turn your face to look at him again, movements slow as to not spook you.

Gods his eyes were gorgeous.. ‘’nothing unless you know of a way to help me forget..’’ you sigh, your eyes threaten to tear up over the sensitive topic you tried so hard to ignore before your body froze.

His lips were soft as they suddenly and very gently pressed against yours. His hand remained on your chin while the other supported himself as he leaned forward against your knees that prevented him from getting closer, so he worked with what he could get at. The sudden action made your mind blank, focusing on only feeling as your eyes slowly closed and told yourself this had to be a dream. An emotional overload that left you exhausted and dreaming realistic scenes that couldn’t take place in real life.. which is why you kissed back. Hell, if this was a dream, then why not enjoy it. because.. come on, your cat becoming a person.. there was no way in hell..

You feel Loki’s slender hands rest against your knees as he used gentle pressure to begin spreading them, his thumbs rubbing pointless circles as he deepened the kiss by being able to lean forward more before he pulled away briefly with his forehead pressed against yours.

‘’I might not be able to help you forget entirely, but allow me to help you forget for at least a blissful moment..’’ he breathed, his eyes studying yours with a hushed tone before his lips took yours in a more passionate kiss. He kissed you, ready to stop if you wanted him to but you made no moves to stop him.

He was right, and it was working. Your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs parted for him to move closer, his arm snaking around your waist while his other ran down your side and down the side of your thigh to pull your leg against his waist. His tongue ran across your bottom lip and you were happy to oblige before he soon had his tongue massaging yours.

Moaning against his mouth, you felt your body relax against his while your hands ran down his chest, fingers studying and trying to figure out how to find an opening to his labyrinth of an outfit before you felt him smile against your lips. You resisted the urge to whine but pulled away enough to give him pleading eyes.

‘’alright darling, only because you asked so nicely..’’ he teased with his voice almost above a whisper before a bright green seemed to sparkle over the both of you. You almost felt a tickle before you looked down at the both of you once the light was gone, to find you both in your under garments and Loki’s eyes already drinking in your beautiful body with hunger.

Your eyes flicked up to his with slight nervousness but enough confidence to want this while your arms wrapped around his neck ‘’help me forget..’’ you whispered and his arms lifted you up onto the bed.

‘’as you wish darling..’’

Your eyes snapped open to sudden alertness, your body even flinching as if someone shook you awake.. but no one was there. You could tell you were on your stomach, in bed, with the morning sun peaking through your blinds and into your eyes. The bright light made you turn your body away only to freeze when your whole body told you you were sore.

‘holy hell what a dream..’ you thought as you winced a little and switched to laying on your back. Perhaps you were just sore from all the work you had to do- no thanks to your boss.. but at the same time, you felt well rested. Definitely not a result that would stem from your boss.

You brushed your hair more out of your face and sighed. You have never had an amazing dream like that before, it being over only made you disappointed to have to get up. If it were possible to go back to sleep and back to that dream, you’d stay in bed all day. Wait-

Your hands clutched the sheet around you out of instinct, finding yourself naked. You never slept like that.. Trying to piece things properly together and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you turned to make a move out of bed only to squeak out of surprise when you saw the cat you rescued stayed perched on your nightstand, watching you.

‘’..hello cat..’’ you said hesitantly, keeping the sheet closer to you as you stayed put before your brow raised. Didn’t that cat have green eyes before? ..not blue..

Leaning forward, you examined the cat closer that watched you with a calm manor and didn’t move an inch as you gently ran a hand against its head. ‘’..Loki?’’ you whispered, almost feeling silly to try to ask its name but it was worth a try right? What made your hand draw back with widened eyes was when it’s eyes suddenly changed color to the familiar green..

And licked its lips.

My other one shot on the same topic LOL called: Cat Got Your Tongue?

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iamvegorott · 18 days ago

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Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt55

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Marvin softly hummed as he woke up. He shifted a bit, having found himself lying on Jackie’s chest, an arm around his waist. Marvin hummed again as he looked down at the other man.

“Oh, Jackie~” He sang and kissed Jackie’s cheek, smiling when he got a little mumble. “Rise and shine.” Marvin sang again with another kiss and added more kisses that slowly trailed down Jackie’s neck, only stopping when he felt the arm around him tighten and hold him closer.

“Morning,” Jackie mumbled with a chuckle, using his other hand to scrub the sleep from his eyes.

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” Marvin kept a playful tone

“Yeah?” Jackie felt his face getting warm as Marvin moved to sit on top of his hips.

“It’s a fun little thought.” Marvin walked his fingers up Jackie’s chest, feeling hands holding his thighs.

“Y-Yeah?” Jackie stammered his repeated word.

“A fun thought of…” Marvin held the word before suddenly pinching Jackie’s nose between two knuckles. “You’re hiding something from me.”

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Jackie squirmed, jerking his head away and freeing his nose.

“What did you do?” Marvin’s playful nature was gone.

“I didn’t do anything.” Jackie protested.

“Either you did something, or you know something. You’ve been walking around like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been with the whole Wilford and Dark drama. You’re not telling me something.”

“Marvin, it’s-” Jackie stopped and sighed. He sat up, leaning his back against the wall, and still had Marvin on his lap. “It’s complicated.”

“I am going to slap the next person who tells me something is complicated instead of an answer.” Marvin huffed.

“I mean it, like, literally. It’s literally a complicated thing that I can’t really explain that well. It’s a bunch of weird sciencey stuff and all that.” Marvin’s brows went up when it clicked.

“This has to do with what Mad told you, doesn’t it?” Jackie chewed his lip as he thought before finally nodding. “So, it didn’t have anything to do with Mare?”

“He did say some things about Mare, mostly about his uh…about how his arms were very huggable looking?”

“Huggable looking?”

“I don’t know. I think that was his way of saying he thought Mare’s arms were hot. Something about his tattoos.”

“I get it.”

“You do?”

“What did Mad tell you that’s so complicated?” Marvin turned the conversation back.

“It…I don’t know…” Jackie’s shoulders slumped a bit, and Marvin saw the worry and even some fear in his eyes. “I don’t want to scare you or cause the others to panic. Especially since he isn’t like a hundred percent sure if it’s actually happening or not.”

“Jackie, please. I can tell it’s eating you up, not telling me. I won’t tell anyone else, I won’t even tell Mad that I know…well, can’t promise that second part too well since he could probably catch if I’m lying, but you know what I mean.” Marvin held Jackie’s face so he’d look at him. “Let me help.”

“You know how we…how we’re here, right? With us Egos showing up?” Jackie took one of Marvin’s hands and lowered it, entwining their fingers.

“Something about reality shifting or whatever?”

“Yeah…Mad-uh-Mad thinks the shift is changing. He’s trying to figure out if it’s getting bigger or just changing forms or…stuff I couldn’t follow. He and Host are working together on it.”

“There’s something about this change that’s making you worried. Did Mad say what would happen if this is true?”

“That there might be more than just Egos coming through.”

“What else could come through?”

“Monsters…creatures, dangerous things.”

“This is just a theory, right?” Marvin felt some guilt prodding the back of his head. Jackie was so worried about him and the others, and he thought it was something else he was keeping from him.

“That’s what he says. He says it hasn’t moved in a while, so maybe it was just a one-time thing, but…but it still…what if he’s wrong? It's only him and Host, and maybe they're not seeing everything, and it’s worse than they realize, and-and we-and we need to-” Jackie’s rambles were stopped by a quick kiss.

“It’s okay,” Marvin spoke softly. “If it was bad, Mad would tell Mare, and Mare would talk with Dark and Chase, and they would tell all of us. Host and Mad are smart men, they can tell if there’s a problem. It sounds like we’re okay. There was something weird going on, and he blabbed about it while drunk, but like I said, if it really was anything concerning, they’d tell all of us. Mad would especially tell Anti, and Anti would have told everyone by now.” The last part got Jackie to chuckle a little.

“Yeah…I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I’m sorry for pinching your nose.” Marvin kissed the tip of Jackie’s nose to add to the apology.

“I’ve had worse.” Jackie gave a small grin.

“Don’t remind me.” Marvin sighed before grinning himself and moving closer. “But I do know how I can make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“You’ll like it. I’ll give you a hint.”

“What-” Jackie’s next question was also cut off with a kiss, a longer, deeper kiss that easily turned into several more kisses. Soon, their breathing got heavier and heavier, and Marvin trailed his hands down Jackie’s chest. He was really loving the fact that Jackie slept shirtless; it saved some time and effort. But when his hands reached Jackie’s stomach, the mood changed when it gurgled and growled under his touch.

“I swear you’re always hungry.” Marvin teased while Jackie groaned in embarrassment. “I guess I can change my plan for now and get you some breakfast. Maybe JJ’s already up and cooking something I can bring back.”

“I can get-”

“Stay, stay, stay.” Marvin patted Jackie back down when he tried to get up. “Stay comfy, I’ll be right back. And maybe after getting some food in us, we’ll have more energy for my original plan.” He added a wink and chuckled at how Jackie couldn’t help the goofy giggle that came out. Marvin got out of bed and left the room, a smile on his lips as he closed the door. He paused when he heard a voice coming from the other side of the corner. Marvin stepped over and peeked around the wall, seeing Anti on the phone and closing the door to his bedroom.

“You have to tell me everything. Especially when you two actually have a full fun time.” Anti chuckled. “What? I have to make sure Mare’s taking care of you, and if he breaks your heart, I’ll rip his out of his chest with my bare hand.” He paused, and Marvin saw the moment of confusion on Anti’s face before it turned into a soft smile. “Yeah, sounds like a plan. We’ll have to eat enough sugar there, so you give Mare one hell of a time after. See ya at lunch.” Anti chuckled again and hung up the phone, shoulders relaxing with relief.

“I told you,” Marvin said, watching Anti straighten up and look at him.

“Told me what?” Anti asked.

“That Mad wouldn’t drop you when he and Mare became a thing.” Marvin grinned.

“When did…ah fuck, was that another drunk thing?” Anti groaned.

“Yep.”

“How much did I tell you?”

“Not much else. Just know you’re worth more than you give yourself credit for." Marvin saw Anti look away as he tucked his phone into his pocket, meaning he either understood what he meant or remembered what he said. "And after your lunch with Mad, you should call Dark. Have him visit.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Trust me.” Marvin hummed and turned away, making his way down the hall.

He still didn’t get why everyone was so insistent on him getting help when he was the one always helping the others. Where would these Egos be without him? They really should have some more faith in him.

“Oh, gross!” Marvin yelled when he stepped into the kitchen to find Wilford and JJ kissing. “It was so much better when you two were hiding it!”

#magicians dont need superheros #marvelsepticeye #veggie writes

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ggeveryone99 · 2 years ago

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Mutxip’s Begining: Part 6

hA/N:Well howdy, very sorry for such a logn period between chapters. prolly going to be the same but the next part(s) that I have ideas for are kinda intricit so it’ll take a bit, but enjoy this little snipbit lol. (Also i am so sorry to the people whos tags didn’t work, I dont know what happened)

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The only thing Jake could effectively make out is her glowing yellow eyes, always unchanging and never moving from her target (Which most of the time is him). He smiles at her curiosity, her natural camouflage hiding any true vision from him of her. Her footsteps are practiced but clumsy from her young age. Her feet lit up whenever she shifts her position. He watches her study him, and he can't help but smile fondly at her curiosity.

She studies the man that has been coming here every night, and her tail swishes behind her showcasing her curiosity about his approach.

His natural stripes and dark blue complexion allowed him to be camouflaged in the night to regular eyes, but her honed eyesight allowed her to see him clearly. The moss on the ground glowed where he sat, creating a halo around his legs. Every time his tail brushed back and forth gently on the ground, it was like a comet tail following his movements. His large body almost gave the moss shadow, his hair slightly covering his face and darkening his expression. But what confused her the most was the thick strands of hair coming out of his head. She subconsciously reached to touch her own dark hair, feeling the matted, stringy strands. Strange, her hair isn’t like his; why is it different. She also noted his hands, laid on his knees, and spread out, but there are extra pieces on him. One hand clenches shut, feeling all the appendages. She will have to get close to get a better look at the strange man.

Slowly she moves from her crouched position to get a better look at him. Leaning her body this way and that to see if she could get a better angle on him.

Eventually, her curiosity takes over, and she slowly approaches Jake, circling his body and inspecting him and their differences. Jake, on the other hand, was afraid to even breathe. Not even a twitch in his muscles was allowed in case her skittish nature returned. This is the closest he has been to her; he wants it to count and last. And now that he can see her closer, he is allowed to take in her scrabby clothes and matted hair. Take in the amount of dirt on her body and the scratch marks on her arms and legs. The urge to take her into his arms and hold her almost takes over. The urge to hide her away from the world, to be able to protect her from the harsh environment she currently lives in. She has no idea she has an entire clan waiting to welcome her with open arms and celebrations. For her to be loved and protected by those around her. All they wait for is her. Neytiri has already been scrounging for items to put onto the little girl's songcord, ready to welcome another daughter home.

Cautiously she creeps closer to him, clutching the bracelet given to her. His ears pointed her way, tail twitching with excitement. With a tentative hand, she grabs one of the ‘strands’ of hair. Jake’s’ breath stills at the feel of her hand, but he doesn’t react. He doesn’t move an inch for fear of scaring her to leave and not come back.

As time continued, she got more and more confident. Moves his hair this way and that, grunting and squealing softly when she sees something new. Inspecting his scalp and touching his queue very gently because she knows how sensitive hers is, so it must be the same for him. She then moved from his hair to his ears, giggling when they flicked around when she touched them. Once she finishes poking and prodding his ear, she takes a hold of his hand and brings it up to her face, surprise filling her childish features. She tilts her head seeing the extra fingers on his hand confusedly. Jake smiles to himself and allows her to inspect the most obvious difference between them. She brings her hand up and compares the two, confused about their differences. She meets his eyes and juts his hand closer to his face.

“Hand.” She states, shaking his hand a little to show the urgency. He nods,

“They are different.” He tells her, her brow muscles tense together in obvious confusion.

“Why?” A very simple question but a not-so-easy answer, so he tries his best. But he is happy she can understand him. So, as gently as possible, he closes his hand around her hand. “You see the lights?” He points up, and she cranes to look at the sky before nodding. “The shiny’s.” She answers with childlike wonder, always contemplating why they are so far away.

Jake chuckles, “Yes, the shiny’s. I am different because I am from one of them.” She gasps and snaps her head towards him, gripping his arm with her other hand. She seems like she can barely contain her surprise and excitement. With utter awe in her eyes, she pokes his chest with a finger, “From Eywa.”

It is now his turn to be surprised. He hadn’t thought of it like that in a long time. Slowly, his face turns to a smile, and he nods. “Sure, from Eywa.” He confirms.

She looks down when she feels his tail gently brush against her leg and decides to investigate. It moves from her grasp when she tries to grab it, and she squeals in delight. For maybe a minute, she chased after his tail while he swished it back and forth, almost taunting her.

She hisses, then jumps onto his tail, making him laugh. She chases his tail, a common game played with her mother whenever she is feeling feisty before bed. Suddenly she stops, remembering the fruit she brought, and dashes across the small clearing and into the brush leaving Jake confused and startled. But he isn't allowed to feel like that for long as she runs back into the clearing with something wrapped in a leaf held in her mouth, and she runs back as fast as possible on all fours. Jake is slightly taken aback, but he quickly schools himself and watches her with a smile. Watched her skid to a stop and crouch right in front of him to unravel the leaves with a smile. She removes the same fruits as last time before shoving one into his face.

“Eat,” she demands

He grabs the fruit and methodically peels it while trying to watch the little girl simultaneously. She pays him no mind and stands to eat the fruit without peeling the skin. Absentmindedly leaning on his arm with one hand and eating with the other. He notices that even though she is standing, she is still the same height as him when he sits. He feels a warmth surround him as he watches the girl eat her food messily and look at her surroundings. He feels a crawling urge to protect her. To bring her back, no matter her anger, and keep her safe where she should be. With a real family- he stops his thought. The long run is what he is playing. He already knows his end goal. Neytiri has threatened to come herself if he doesn't try quicker methods. He melts at the thought of his wife. She so desperately wants to come help this little girl in front of him and give her a mother's warmth and love. But Jake knows he has to be slow or else drastic change in her will happen, and nothing for the good. He would never force her to come with him.

He looks back at the girl to find her staring at him unblinking, pupils blown, and tail swaying with a sense of urgency. Slowly she reaches out to him, and he braces for her to play with his hair again, but instead, he sees her gently urge an atokirina from off his head that he didn’t even realize was there. She slowly brings it to her face and closes her eyes in contentment at the feeling of the pure spirit against her cheek. Jake then watches as another flows down and tickles her ears, making her giggle before cupping that one too. He watches the exchange happen, awestruck at the sign Eywa has given him. It is almost time.

He watches her sit on the mossy land, resting her back against his leg to allow her full attention toward the two. He freezes, not wanting the moment to end. He was finally at peace for a little bit. Watching her play with the two atokirina, they stayed like that for a while. Her head now rests on his leg, and she is becoming increasingly tired. Eventually, falling asleep, and the two atokirina caress her cheeks one last time before floating away. He watches them dance across the sky before disappearing into the trees. Redirecting his gaze back at the little girl, he smiles softly, feeling the urge to caress her hair, but he holds back. Content with the fact she felt safe enough to fall asleep on him.

They stayed like that for a while before Jake realizes how late it is, creeping closer to morning as time passes. But there is no way he can leave her here, alone and in the cold with no protection. He would never leave this little girl alone like this. So he waits, keeping watch of his surroundings while highly aware of the weight against his leg. He would snap his eyes towards her every twitch she makes, every time she moved or mumbled. Worry makes his heart clench when he spins his head towards her before having to calm his heart.

It wasn’t till a later that he heard the slightest movement in the foliage behind him. He doesn’t move, keeping his head forward, but he quietly sniffs the air, and his ears twitch to try and get a better angle toward the noise. Before he could covertly grab his knife, he feels a hot gust of wind against his neck that makes his hair stand on end. A low growl emanates from the creature as it rounds him and the little girl. Protective instincts take over as he swiftly angles his body to cover hers. Baring teeth and growling low to give warning, he cuts himself off at the dark figure stalking them.

He is face-to-face with familiar cat-like features and iridescent eyes. She doesn't attack, but watches with rapt attention, imperceptibly showing aggression.

Quickly Jake puts two and two together and realizes the thanator is the same one as before. The one who rode off with the little girl on her back. The mother is covered in scars and battle wounds. Numerous bullet wounds surrounded her chest and legs.

Jake takes a low breath at the familiar beast and reluctantly bows his head. Strangely the palulukan bows her head in return. They stare at each other for a while before the little girl whines in her sleep, catching the attention of both the Oloeyktan and the palulukan. Jake sighs in discontent, seeing he has to let the mother take back her child. Slowly he moves his hand under her head and the other under her knees to pick her up gently. If she is anything like his boys, she would be sleeping like the dead. Cautiously he approaches the palulukan, and she willingly crouches down to let him put the child on her back. Once situated, Jake steps back and looks out at the girl longingly, toy clutched in her hand and bracelet now around her own wrist. The palulukan gives Jake one last look before returning to the jungle's depths. Jake stands there for a while, watching them walk away, feeling disconcertion before resigning himself and returning home, picking up the leftover fruits as he leaves.

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Remember Me

Chapter 4

Leon x Reader (oc)

Note: A special shout out to: @ghostly-thorn for allowing me to use her OC. A little fun fact is her work: “In A Rose’s Shadow” heavily inspired me to write this story in the first place. So thank you for inspiring me dear ❤️ enjoy the chapter!

Masterlist ch3 ch5

After a restless night of tossing and turning, you reluctantly leave your room, consumed by swirling thoughts. There's no backup plan if you're caught; you only have Houndoom in case things go awry, and despite him being the strongest in your team, you two won’t be able to take down Team Rocket yourselves. After all, you've entrusted your previous team to guard Alola in your absence.

Accompanied by Houndoom, you decide to venture through the streets of Motostoke to ease your thoughts, opting to explore while the city lay dormant.

As you stepped outside, the wind tousled your hair, and you found yourself gazing up at the sky. Despite the city's luminance, the stars sparkled brightly overhead.

A gust of wind passes through your legs, interrupting your little moment with nature.

"Houndoom!" you whispered urgently as Houndoom leaves your side, you hurry to catch up as your loyal companion bounded ahead, heading towards the firehouse before veering left. You followed, crossing a bridge over rushing water, gears whirring beneath, hinting at the height of the drop below.

“Well, hello to you too,”

An elderly man wearing a fedora and a long black coat, accompanied by gloves, sits on a bench overlooking the rushing water below. He affectionately pats Houndoom, which wags his tail contentedly.

"Houndoom, come here! I’m so sorry!" you say as you approach the pair. How odd that Houndoom would willingly approach a stranger.

The man's chuckle ripples through the air as Houndoom obediently pads over to your side. "What brings you out here so late?" His voice is smooth, yet there's an underlying sense of authority underneath.

“I can’t sleep. I think it’s just nerves,” you confess.

“Ah, a Gym Challenger?” he muses, catching on to your unspoken anxiety.

You nod, confirming his assumption.

“Have a seat,” he offers, gesturing to the bench. If Houndoom appears comfortable around this stranger, then there's nothing to worry about.

“Fiore,” the man introduces himself as you sit, leaving Houndoom to lay on the ground between the both of you.

“Danielle,” The man only shows his eyes, the coat covering part of his face. His eyes are a stone gray as he eyes you up and down.

“You don’t strike me as a Danielle,” he observes.

“And you don’t look like a Fiore,” you retort.

“Sharp tongue,” he chuckles, his amusement evident, leaving you to smile at his warm laughter. “What is it exactly that you’re nervous about?”

“I wouldn’t say nervous,” You explain. “I can train my team with no problem and I’m fine talking to an audience, I’m just worried for my sister’s safety.”

“Then why are you here?”

You sigh, “my sister wanted to try something new-“

“No, no, no.” He interrupts, “Why are you here?”

Your lips seal shut while Houndoom gently jumps onto your lap, sensing your sorrow. “I don’t want to hide in the shadows anymore.” you express, clenching your fists. “I want to be strong and no longer cower away from danger. I want to protect those that aren’t strong enough.”

Turning to the man, you notice his expression remains unchanged.

“You have a certain look… it reminds me of my own son who stood in front of me many years ago…” he squints. “You have the same eyes.”

‘Shoot, I forgot to put the contacts in!’

His gaze shifts to the stars above, “I’m here to support my granddaughter, as we only have each other left.”

“I get it. My sister is my only family left too,”

“Johtonian?”

You nod, “is it obvious?”

“Well, you have a Houndoom,” he points out, facing you. “Secondly, I’m from Kanto, which is the ground zero of Team Rocket.” His eyes creases, “But, you look like any other ordinary Johtonian.”

You chuckle as Houndoom settles comfortably in your lap, as you lean back on the bench, gazing at the stars above.

“It’s hard to find support for Johtonians in Galar. It feels like I have to wear a mask and erase what I left behind,” you whisper.

“We all wear masks,” Fiore reflects, “and there comes a time when we can’t remove them without shedding some of our own skin.”

"Dani, quit worrying over your appearance," a familiar voice, rough yet feminine, interrupted your thoughts. The locker room's bright white walls surrounding you, along with the faint smell of smoke—echoes of Motostoke Stadium.

With the ceremony looming, you both had already collected your uniforms with the exception of Hop receiving his last, and escorted out of your dressing rooms to separate locker rooms that lead in different directions towards the pitch. Now all that’s left is waiting amidst the anticipation of fans, broadcasters, and paparazzi.

"Can’t you blame me?" You reply to your sister, stealing a glance at your reflection before admiring the triple-digit number on your uniform. "The whole world's eyes are on us, even Alola.”

The weight of it all settled in. Despite altering your appearance, the risk of being recognized lingered—a reality you couldn't escape.

“You look nothing like the old you. You’ll be fine,” Lyz rises from the bench, approaching the mirror.

Her grey eyes were concealed within her own green contacts, and with her bold decision to cut her hair into a masculine style, she spares little to no features of your father.

“Think about it,” she suggested. “Say if Team Rocket did find you, your new team would already be strong enough to fight back.”

Now that you think about it… that wasn’t a bad idea after all, in fact, it would help Houndoom immensely if he had a team to work with.

“Yeah,” you said, pulling Lyz closer for a hug. This event wasn't a matter of life and death, but rather an opportunity to step into the spotlight, no longer hiding in the shadows.

“Hello, hello!”

You both turned, facing Hop peeking his head out from the locker room entrance, sporting his uniform like all the others.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“No, not at all!” Lyz gently moved away from you to comfort Hop, easing him inside.

“What’s with the long faces?” He raised his fists. “The whole world will see us now!”

‘Now?’

A blast of music fills the stadium, even reaching the locker rooms. The TV flickers on, revealing the empty battlefield, with the audience cheering joyfully and cameramen and reporters lining the sidelines. With the event being officially broadcasted, it’s too late to turn back now.

Rose then emerges from a tunnel with Oleana, seemingly unfazed by the sight as he waved at the crowd.

Flashes of lights begin to speckle across the stadium from paparazzi, reporters, and a staggering amount of Romtom phones filming using the drone form.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!”

Rose then addresses the crowd, “My name is Rose, Chairman of Galar’s Pokémon League! I know that everyone gathered here and those watching at home have all been eagerly awaiting this moment, especially with the new developments!”

The crowd erupts in cheers and applause.

“But it is my pleasure to announce that finally—“ He raises a fist to the sky, “The Galar region Gym Challenge will now begin!”

The screen behind Rose displays images and highlights of previous Gym Challenges.

“Yes, the Gym Challenge! Participants must defeat the eight Gym Leaders and gather all eight badges to prove their skill as a Trainer!”

Rose strikes a pose, showing off his rather underwhelming biceps. “Only the most worthy will have the honor of challenging the greatest Champion in history!”

You ignore Lyz’s sidelong glance as your heart sinks. You could never hate Leon, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of how unfairly he received his World Champion title, all because of your forced early retirement.

“Now I would like to invite the Gym Leaders to show themselves!”

The camera zooms out from Rose before panning to the tunnel, revealing the faces of the respected gym leaders exiting onto the pitch. The crowd cheered for multiple names, with Raihan's name overlapping the others.

One by one, Rose introduces the Gym Leaders, starting with ‘The Fighting Farmer, Milo,’ who seems to be undoubtedly friendly, grinning as he waves happily to his fans.

Next was, The Raging Wave, Nessa, seeming to be the complete opposite of Milo, a blank stare with harsh deep sea orbs until she throws charming kisses to the camera, with her hair rippling behind her like waves of the ocean. The stage name speaks for itself.

The ever-burning man of fire, Kabu, marches with his head held high with a faint smile. You’ve recalled a few whispers from here and there of his history in Hoenn, to which you admire his fiery spirit.

Up next was a slight change of pace, a pale boy with a white mask known as, ‘The silent boy of mystery,’ waving side to side with a slumping posture, obvious that he did not seem like a social butterfree compared to the other Gym Leaders.

The master of fantastic theater, Opal, was announced next. You worry for her continuing at this age as she walks much slowly with the others even with the help of her cane.

Melony, the ice-cold professional with all white from head to toe even from her skin and hair with the exception of her icy blue orbs. The screams and cheering increases as she waves and winks to the crowd.

And if those cheerings weren’t loud enough, a sudden wave of female screams took over the stadium once Raihan, the infamous Tamer of Dragons, was the last to be announced. He grins, showing off his fangs as he waves to the crowd before taking his selfies from his Rotomphone.

“Unfortunately we’re missing one, but these are your Gym Leaders on this rotation! And we are proud to call them our own!”

The camera pans out to the gym leaders in a formal line.

“Gym Challengers, please enter the pitch and head towards your endorsers.”

A soft, gentle hand extends toward you, while another, with warm honey-colored eyes and a broad, friendly grin, meets your other hand.

And with a push by some unseen force, your legs begin to move, carrying you forward on your high-top platforms. The shadows that once enveloped you within the tunnel dissipate as you emerge into the blinding brightness of the stadium lights and flashing cameras. With a deep breath, you inhale a sense of security mingled with anticipation, exhaling a newfound sense of freedom into the bustling atmosphere.

As you set foot onto the pitch, a wave of calm washes over you, reminiscent of the familiar cheers echoing through Alola's arenas. Memories begin to flood – the trials against the Kahunas, the intense battles of the elite four, and the annual clashes with Leon for the World Championship.

With Hop and Lyz by your side, you raise your joined hands, eliciting an even greater roar of approval from the crowd as you approach the Champion, flanked by his Chairman. Meeting the Champion's gaze, his honey-colored eyes gleaming, presenting a curt nod from your action.

For the love of your family and your people, you will steel yourself for the challenges ahead, and you will refuse to go down without a fight.

♡ ♡

Photo sessions ensued with your endorser, Champion Leon, alongside Chairman Rose and the other Gym Leaders, carefully avoiding Raihan and the Gym Challengers, particularly the boy who had earlier pushed Hop, accompanied by his raven-haired companion.

All seemed well until a familiar tangle of white hair with black roots approached last for the group photo.

Guzma...

With the grace of Arceus, you managed to avert his gaze. As much as you needed to stay informed about the current state of Alola, any hint of familiarity would immediately raise suspicion.

Unfortunately, the show was only halfway over. With the upcoming interviews, you were all escorted to your designated dressing rooms once more to await the arrival of your stylist. You could already envision the eager anticipation of the audience waiting to be introduced to each Gym Challenger.

Despite your previous experience with interviews during your Championship in Alola and Leon's reassurance and training, nerves crept in once more. Only the viewers could guide you through the Gym Challenge, but what if you failed to meet their expectations? Back then, you cared little if anyone liked you; your sole duty was to protect your region. But how could you protect it once more if these people didn't see the strength in you to begin with?

"Hey hun, you holding up okay?"

You turn at the sound of the voice, the door slightly ajar after being left open, anticipating the arrival of your stylist any moment.

But to your surprise, it's not just any stylist.

"Sonia?" You ask, taken aback by her presence, recalling she mentioned joining you solely for research purposes.

Sonia pouts slightly, hands resting on her hips. "I'm your stylist! Didn't Lee tell you?"

Shaking your head, you approach her, offering a quick embrace before ushering her inside. She mutters something about Leon under her breath as she enters, clutching a kit in one hand and a garment bag in the other, presumably holding a dress.

"I'm doing okay," you respond, closing the door behind her. "Just a lot on my mind right now."

"I noticed, we all did," Sonia smiles warmly. "Believe it or not, many of the Gym Challengers aren't exactly friendly to each other, even with the same endorser. So, seeing what you did on the pitch really touched everyone."

The impromptu of raising your joined hands was sudden, yes, but in the heat of determination, it was necessary to send your message.

"Anyway!" Sonia changes the subject cheerfully. "We've got your dress. Leon went with this color for you!" With a flourish, she unzips the garment bag, revealing a stunning scarlet dress, echoing the hue of your own fiery locks.

"It's beautiful, Sonia..." you murmur, admiring the soft fabric.

"No problem, dear!" Sonia chirps, pulling out her makeup kit. "Now, let's get you dolled up!"

After a few minutes of Sonia delicately applying makeup, she moves on to your hair, preparing it in an elegant updo. However, she pauses as if something caught her eye.

"Oh hun, why didn't you tell me you're a redhead? No wonder Leon chose this color!"

Your heart skips a beat, a sinking feeling in your stomach.

"What do you mean?"

"Your roots are showing, darling. But don't worry, it's not noticeable from afar. But if you ever want to make your hair pop even more, I've got some tricks up my sleeve!" Despite the surprise, you hardly notice Sonia finishing your hair.

"I'll leave you to it. Leon should be here soon," she says, gathering her things.

"Thank you, Sonia," you murmur, admiring your reflection. "It's been a while since I felt this pretty."

"You've always been pretty, dear. Your kids will thank you one day!" With a final smile, Sonia exits, leaving you feeling flustered.

Shaking off the thought, you begin to put on the dress, only to gasp as you realize the zipper at the back, just out of reach. Time slips away as you struggle with the stubborn zipper, trying every trick you've seen online to no avail. Your only hope was texting Sonia for help to which she responded that she’ll arrive shortly.

There's a knock on the door.

Finally!

You hurry to the door, using the front of the dress to conceal your chest.

Your rescuer has arrived, but to your surprise...

"Leon?"

The Champion's eyes widen, pupils slightly dilated with surprise. His face flushes crimson, partially hidden by his hand as he turns away.

"I'm so sorry, let me—"

"Wait—" Your gentle touch on his strong bicep halts his movement.

"I need you."

After your words hang in the air, Leon slowly turns back to face you, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his voice softer now, his gaze searching yours for answers.

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking again. "I mean, I can't zip up this dress on my own," you admit, gesturing to the zipper at the back that remains stubbornly out of reach.

A flicker of understanding crosses Leon's face as he steps closer, closing the door behind him for privacy before his hand reaches for the zipper. "Of course," he says softly, his touch surprisingly tender as he begins to zip up the dress.

As he works, a comfortable silence settles between you, broken only by the soft sound of the zipper sliding into place. Once he's finished, Leon steps back, his gaze meeting yours once more.

"There," he says with a small smile. "All done."

You offer him a grateful smile in return, a sense of relief washing over you. "Thank you, Leon," you say sincerely before Rotom flies towards your palm with a message from Sonia.

✉️ Arceus! I just read this I’m so sorry 😣 , I can hear Leon talking inside tho, sounds like he came in to save the day as always! 😁

He nods before clearing his throat, leaving you to quickly set your phone down, “Sonia told me you were ready so I figured I might as well stop by to train you first, after all,” he gestures for you to sit by the vanity while he grabs a spare chair by the room.

Leon notices your nervous frown to which he offers an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” he says reassuringly. “We’ll make sure you’re ready for anything they throw at you during the interviews.”

Leon proceeds to outline the fundamentals: always smile and greet people, and steer clear of any questions not related to the Gym Challenge.

Everything goes smoothly; he covers familiar ground, thanks to your prior experience as a Champion.

However, there's a shift in tone now.

"Be cautious about discussing Johto," Leon warns. "You might have supporters, but there will also be detractors. The host might try to push your buttons, and I don't want you to feel overwhelmed when that happens."

The problem is, you've never set foot in Johto. You feel like the least qualified person to represent your family's region.

With a heavy sigh, you slump down, chin lowered as you stare at the floor.

"Hey, look at me."

You raise your head to meet Leon's gaze, a lock of hair falling into your face. He gently tucks it behind your ear.

“Trust me, yeah?”

The warmth of his eyes soothes you, and with his gentle smile, you find yourself unable to resist believing his words. Despite the doubts gnawing at your mind, his assurance feels like a lifeline in this storm of uncertainty firing all over your mind.

As you nod in response, a sense of resolve begins to settle within you, strengthened by the unexpected support from Leon.

He wants to see you succeed.

“I trust you.”

♡ ♡

Music begins to fill the stadium as the audience erupted into applause, eagerly awaiting for the spectacle about to unfold.

Cameras were strategically positioned at the center of the pitch, displaying on the large stadium screens for the crowd's enhanced viewing experience. Positioned facing each other were two seats, ready for the upcoming interviews.

Shielbert, the charismatic host of this year’s Gym Challenge, made his grand entrance. With his trademark grin and sparkling eyes, he strode onto the pitch, capturing the attention of all present.

Clad in a scarlet tuxedo, his light blonde hair resembling a shield as it gleams under the stadium lights, his smooth voice begins to resonate throughout the arena as he addresses the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!" He booms with a theatrical flair, "Welcome to the event of the year – The Gym Challenge!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, their enthusiasm filling the air.

“As the rotating host of this year’s Gym Challenge, I'll be leading the way, while my younger brother enjoys his moment out of the spotlight,” he quipped, bringing in laughter from the audience.

But there was none within the locker room.

All Gym Challengers were directed to return to the same locker rooms they had visited earlier, where they would wait for their one-on-one interview with Shielbert as well as being instructed to optionally bring along their ace Pokémon.

You opted to bring Totodile to represent Johto, deciding against bringing Houndoom in order to blend in since most of the Gym Challengers were relatively new in their Pokémon journey.

As you wait with Totodile keeping you company, your gaze fixed on the looping advertisements, attempting to not nod off from the boredom.

"How do I look?"

Near the entrance of the room, you spot your sister, dressed smartly in a dress shirt, trousers with suspenders, and sports gloves.

"You look great!" you compliment, while Totodile chimes in with applause.

“Why thank you, to you as well.”

Before you can thank her, she releases her recently caught shiny Trapinch from the wild area.

“Really?” You ask, narrowing your eyes, as you had assumed she would choose Sobble as her ace.

“What? Can't I show off my recent catch?” She beams proudly as she cuddles her Trapinch, making it squeak in delight.

Before you can reply, Hop enters with Wooloo trailing behind. He wears a basic tuxedo and slacks, with a tie that matches his hair along with a brooch of the Champion Logo to represent his older brother.

“Well, look at you!” Hop’s face lights up at the sight of your sister as he extends his arms, to which your sister embraces. The warmth of their reunion fills the room.

If only your parents were here to witness your sister's first puppy love.

"And you, Dani! Looks like Lee finally caught on to your fiery spirit!" You smile and thank him, remembering Sonia's comment about Leon personally selecting this dress for you.

The TV emits a soft ding, prompting all of you to glance at the screen displaying the leaving order aligned with the Gym Leaders' order, indicating that you three will be the last to leave.

Luckily, the interviews are short, only about 10 minutes each, so everyone gets a fair shot. Milo’s group sets a friendly tone, setting a good example for those following.

It’s interesting to see that each challenger seems to reflect their gym leader’s personality in some way, which makes sense for endorsements.

Tension rises when Piers’ only invitee steps onto the pitch, the cameras zooming into her rocking an alternative dress style.

It’s the girl from the Inn, Marnie. And with her side, a Pokémon familiar to a Pikachu, to what your Rotom phone called it as Morpeko.

Marnie mostly gave short and direct responses but seemed hesitant on her words which Morpeko comforts her, but gains confidence as Team Yell cheers her on.

Next up is Raihan’s, you and sister shared a look as Guzma, another solo invitee, enters the pitch with his streetwear style outfit with a Centiskorch on his shoulder.

“You guys think he looks cool right?”

Poor Hop, fortunate how he’s innocent enough to not connect the dots.

But of course, Guzma would be endorsed by Raihan, he’s the only person he knows well in Galar.

You can recall meeting Raihan once Leon’s Alola visits became frequent, Leon mentioned that his best friend needed a break from his social media and Gym Leader life. What better way to relax than to stay at Alola?

And what a coincidence that Guzma joined you on that day.

You and Lyz gave a quick nod to Hop before Guzma begins.

As the interview kicks off, Shielbert asks basic questions, and Guzma answers casually, without a care for winning over the audience. Surprisingly, they seem to love his laid-back attitude along with his Centiskorch nodding at Guzma.

But then, in the last 5 minutes, they hit Guzma with a loaded question about his past.

“Guzma, we’ve heard around these parts that you used to run a gang. Isn’t that right?”

You frown. They’re trying to taint his image already after a good start.

Guzma straightens from his laid back position, his Centiskorch frowning from the sudden change. "It ain't just some gang. We're family," he explains. "My crew's made up of runaways and kids without a home, lookin' for a family."

Wise words, he leaves the audience in awe and Shielbert was kind enough to change topics.

“I apologize for what I’m about to ask, but your home region was hit recently by Team Rocket attacks. We’re unable to receive anything on their end due to that. So tell us, how’s Alola holding up?”

Your heart sinks to your stomach as Guzma prepares a response. He takes a deep breath and gulps before speaking. "All I'm sayin' is, Alola can't even get a word in with how much Team Rocket's been takin' over. We just wish there was a region out there that’s able to help us.”

“I’m very sorry about that, but please, everyone,” Shielbert interjects politely, brushing off Guzma’s words, “give a round of applause for Guzma!”

Guzma stands tall and proud, though his expression seems to betray a frown at Shielbert’s poor choice of words as he walks off. If the host is already ignorant of the matter, your answers won’t make any difference either.

You glance at Hop and Lyz. Despite their attempts to appear calm, their trembling arms and legs give away their nerves.

Taking a deep breath, you rise from the bench, turning towards Hop and Lyz with Totodile by your side.

“Listen up, you two,” you begin, catching Lyz and Hop’s attention, including the Pokémon.

“We’re going to ace this interview. We’ll answer all the questions, have everyone love us, and walk in there with our heads held high! Understood?”

Lyz nods shyly, and Hop raises a fist in the air, “Yeah, we got this!” Wooloo bleats in agreement, Trapinch stands up proudly, “ Clack- clack!” it cries out, and Totodile joins in with cheers.

"And now, everyone," Shielbert announces, "as we near the grand finale of today's ceremony and interviews, please join me in welcoming Chairman Rose!" The crowd erupts in surprise and cheers.

Rose steps forward, exchanging a brief handshake with Shielbert and sharing a few words before Shielbert exits and Rose addressing the audience.

"Thank you all for the warm welcome, and thank you, Shielbert, for the introduction. We'll now be switching gears as I take the lead to interview the challengers endorsed by the Great Word Champion himself!”

“But first, let's start with my own endorsed challengers. Please welcome my dear daughter, Marcella!" The crowd cheers, whistles, and cameras flash throughout the stadium.

The raven-haired girl from yesterday makes her entrance, her straight hair now transformed into dark curls styled in an updo, her poofy purple dress giving a cute yet elegant charm as her Ghastly hovers beside her.

The crowd erupts into cheers once more, Rose smiling proudly at the girl’s alluring appearance as they share a brief embrace before taking their seats.

“And who’s this?” Lyz asks.

“That’s Rose’s daughter…” Hop whispers, “I’ve heard he’s trying to set her up with Leon.”

You ignore the heavy thump in your heart at the news, but you know there’s little you can do to intervene.

“Go take a seat, my dear!” Rose exclaims, ushering his daughter to her place.

Surprisingly, her interview lasted only 10 minutes, just like the others. She reveals much of herself, preferring to be called Zera, mentioning Bede as her adoptive brother, and proceeds touching on her pampered lifestyle.

Your own childhood was privileged in its own way, but your family chose a more humble path.

With the snap of their fingers, your parents could’ve easily lived a luxurious life in Akala Island, perhaps even claim ownership of Aether Paradise.

Rose, on the other hand, has provided his daughter with endless open doors that many in Galar would envy.

The Chairman and his daughter gave one last embrace after their long drag of stories together before they part ways.

Lyz releases a weary sigh as the boy with tufts of white hair, trailed by a floating Solosis, strolls onto the pitch. Dressed in a pale pink tuxedo, he stands out against the more conservative attire of the other male invitees.

It's the same boy who pushed Hop yesterday.

Rose and the boy, who introduced himself as Bede, exchange a handshake before taking their seats.

Unlike Marcella, Bede's upbringing was marked by orphanhood and financial struggles until Rose adopted him. He expresses unwavering loyalty to Rose, acknowledging him for saving his life.

“Me and Solosis will become unstoppable, and I swear that to you, Rose.”

Throughout the interview, it became apparent that Bede was a broken boy in search of a paternal presence. Rose appeared to deflect any loyalty sentiments, instead emphasizing his Pokémon and the rationale behind the endorsement, much like Shielbert did with the previous challengers. It seemed that Bede had hoped for the same treatment Rose gave Marcella. They share an awkward hug from the side before Bede leaves the pitch.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been waiting for, the challengers endorsed by none other than the Champion himself. Let's give a warm round of applause for Danielle!”

Your body stiffens. You had anticipated that Hop would be called first, given his relation to Leon.

The thunderous cheers reach into the locker room. Rising to your feet, you smooth out your dress before Totodile jumps into your arms.

Hop and Lyz offer words of encouragement and support, which help ease your nerves as they hold the door open for you.

With a deep breath, you step forward, one foot in front of the other. Despite the cheers fading into the background, you hear the distinct click of your heels on the tunnel floor leading to the pitch.

“ Totodile !”

You smile at your Totodile, sensing comfort and determination in its voice.

“Yeah, we got this!”

Emerging from the tunnel, you’re momentarily blinded by the bright stadium lights once more. What surprises you further is how effortlessly your heels glide over the clean, grassy pitch. Perhaps they’ve added some sort of discreet path to prepare for this.

As you make your way onto the pitch, the crowd's cheers and camera flashes wash over you, but you remain focused, your heart pounding with determination. Totodile nuzzles against you reassuringly, seeming to catch on from your heart rate, his presence giving a source of strength.

With a final deep breath, you square your shoulders and approach the center of the pitch where Chairman Rose awaits. His welcoming smile puts you slightly at ease as you extend your hand for a handshake.

"Welcome, Danielle!" he exclaims, his voice booming over the cheers of the crowd. "We're thrilled to have you here! Take a seat.”

You nod, a surge of adrenaline coursing through you. This is your moment to shine, to show the world what you're made of.

“Your grand entrance at the Opening Ceremony certainly caught everyone’s attention. Care to share the inspiration behind it?”

The memory of the joined hands during the ceremony floods your mind. It was a spontaneous gesture, but it was needed to send a message for the world.

“I felt like it was important to send a message of teamwork,” you explain, scanning the audience. “In a competition like this, everyone can turn against each other for the title. But we’re not just any individual; we’re a team, a collective force. Together, we’re stronger.”

A smattering of agreement ripples through the crowd, followed by enthusiastic applause.

“How about we shift gears and hear more about your Totodile?”

He gestures towards Totodile, who bounces and waves to the delighted crowd from your lap, eliciting a mixture of awe and laughter.

"Totodile here has been my partner since day one," you share, feeling a bit down for needing to lie for bringing up Houndoom until you run a hand over Totodile's head as he affectionately nudges your palm.

"Even though he's still new to battling, he's got quite the spirit." Totodile reacts to your comment with a grunt of frustration, playfully swatting your hand away, much to the amusement of the audience.

"But that's what makes him special," you continue with a smile, earning a nod of agreement from Totodile and chuckles from the crowd.

Chairman Rose nods approvingly. "A strong bond between Trainer and Pokémon is essential in the Gym Challenge. Now, tell us about the team you're planning to set up."

Your confidence shines through as you respond, "I’m aiming for a well-rounded team with a mix of types so there’s less disadvantage.You can’t win if you’re only going to rely on type, right?”

The crowd agrees, you scan the crowd, proud of the smiles and cheering you’ve received so far until your breath hitches.

Chairman Rose's expression tightens, but there's something unsettling about it. His lips curve upwards, a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, leaving an eerie aura between you two.

“Since you have a Totodile, it’s safe to assume you’re from Johto. Am I right?” Rose asks, leaning in with genuine curiosity, his tone even but his gaze piercing.

Touche .

You pause, weighing his question carefully. “Me and my sister moved here after hearing Galar is open for refugees.”

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you meet Rose’s intense gaze. “Johto is struggling with Team Rocket’s reign, and we didn’t have many options left. Coming to Galar seemed like a chance for a fresh start.”

“And what makes you believe you’ll find that fresh start here in the Gym Challenge?”

You meet Rose's gaze head-on with unwavering determination. "Because, Chairman Rose, every challenge is an opportunity to prove oneself, is it not?”

You notice the audience straightening up, some even edging forward in their seats.

“Even though Johto faces the threat of Team Rocket's control, it has also given us strength and determination in its people. While we came here for refuge, we're not here to be pitied or underestimated. We're here to compete, to prove we're not just pawns of Team Rocket. And let me tell you, Chairman,” you address the camera, “and even to Team Rocket if they're watching, we're not giving up easily. I'll win this challenge and bring peace back to Johto, Alola, and the other regions you’ve terrorized.”

The audience erupts into applause and cheers, as they show their support for your bold declaration. You can feel their excitement and encouragement washing over you.

Chairman Rose nods, his expression thoughtful as he takes in the audience's reaction before quieting them down. "A powerful statement indeed," he says, his voice carrying across the stadium. "Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, Danielle. I have no doubt that you and Totodile will make a formidable team in the Gym Challenge." Rose takes your hand before raising it to the sky.

“Give it up for Danielle!”

As you head toward the tunnel to exit the pitch, the crowd's applause echoes in your ears, cheering your name as Totodile comforts you with a long hug.

♡ ♡

Next, it was Lyz's turn, and Rose approached her with a friendlier demeanor, avoiding any attempts to throw her off guard like he did with you. He hardly asked anything related to Johto, but Lyz made sure to mention that Johto deserved to be free from Team Rocket's control.

Hop received similar treatment, and you couldn't help but smile as he too stood up for Johto. It was surprising that Rose didn't make a big deal out of him being the younger brother of the Champion.

And with that, today's interviews came to an end as you all recalled your partner Pokémon into their Pokéballs.

After changing back into your original outfit, the three of you made your way toward the exit of Motostoke Stadium.

"Standing there on the pitch... in the stadium... in front of everyone!" Hop exclaimed excitedly, his enthusiasm clear. "There's really no words for it, but... I can barely contain myself! My heart's racing!"

Before you could respond, three figures approached you; Leon, Chairman Rose, and Marcella.

“You’ve all done amazing out there!” Leon commended, casting a proud glance at Hop. “Couldn’t be prouder of you.” The brothers exchanged a smile before Rose approached with a friendly demeanor, a stark contrast to his uncomfortable presence on the pitch.

“So, the three trainers endorsed by our World Champion himself! It’s truly a pleasure to meet you all.”

"Oh, and what's this?" Rose's keen eye caught sight of the Dynamax Band on your wrist, a glint of curiosity in his lime-colored eyes. “I see you three already possess Dynamax Bands… How wonderful! It seems you two have been led here by the guiding light of the Wishing Stars.”

“By the way, it was my wonderful company that invented those Dynamax Bands, you know!" Rose says with a touch of pride. “And I daresay this year’s Gym Challenge is looking to be an absolute blast!” He finishes with a hearty clap before Marcella leans in to whisper something in his ear, prompting him to clear his throat.

“Now, I’m terribly sorry, but there’s some urgent business I need to attend to, so I must be on my way.” Rose announced before walking off, "The best of luck to you three!"

With a nod of farewell, Rose exits the stadium, Marcella trailing behind him. She paused for a moment, blowing a kiss to Leon before hurrying to catch up with her father.

You catch Lyz frowning in disgust while Leon, his face slightly strained, turns his attention back to you three, his smile somewhat forced but nonetheless present.

“Now, listen closely, you three,” Leon’s voice took on a serious tone, his words delivered in a whisper meant only for your ears. “You’ve both only just started on your path as Trainers. If you want to win, you need to do more than just train your Pokémon. You need to train yourselves too.”

“Well said, Leon,” you comment, acknowledging his advice with a nod, prompting a smile from him.

Allowing the brothers a moment to exchange words, you turned your attention to Lyz, intending to discuss your plan for approaching the Gym Challenge. As you stepped out the door, you were met with a surprising absence of fans, paparazzi, or news reporters. It seemed the Chairman had protected the Gym Challengers privacy for today.

From the shadows emerged a figure, leaving you to instinctively draw your sister closer. However, the figure soon revealed themselves to be a League Staff member.

“Hello Challengers! The Chairman asked me to deliver these gifts to you.”

Approaching cautiously, you noted the presence of guards surrounding the building, reassuring you of your safety.

“A gift… such a wonderful thing… from the chairman… such a wonderful man.”

You blinked, the League Staff clears her throat. “Excuse me. The gift is access to the Flying Taxis!” As she hands you a brochure of VIP Flying Taxi Information, she continues, “If it’s alright with you, I’ll read a segment from the Flying Ta-“

“No, thank you,” you interject, cutting her off. “We’re super tired from today. We appreciate it, though.” Quickly, you led your sister away from the League Staff.

“Tomorrow, Route 3, Turffield,” you reminded yourself, the next destination already looming in your mind.

#champion leon x reader #champion leon #leon x reader pokemon #pokefic #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #remember me

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aquanightau · 3 months ago

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Chapter Nine

“Paw up.” Shellpaw meowed, examining Tidepaw’s movement in his hindpaw.

“How’s it?” Tidepaw inquired, shaking it slightly.

“Doing good,” Shellpaw responded, removing the old kelp wrap and applying a new layer, “You should be good in a few days.”

“Too bad it wasn’t any sooner, I could’ve gone to the training at CoralClan.” Tidepaw purred, lowering his paw, “Would’ve been a nice last gift as an apprentice.”

Placing the old wrapping away, Shellpaw rolled his eyes at Tidepaw, “You wouldn’t have gone anyway! You would’ve been named as soon as you recovered!”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with wishful thinking,” Tidepaw chuckled, “I think you need to learn that.”

“Hey! I know how to have wishful thinking!” Shellpaw complained, though with a smile on his face.

A throat cleared, attracting the two to look at the front of the den entrance. It was Lichenstar, Cavernleap, and their two kits under them.

“Is something wrong, Lichenstar?” Shellpaw meowed, as the two kits hurled themselves towards him.

“Cavernleap wasn’t feeling well before Oysterkit decided to hide from us, and when Oysterkit went missing, it made him feel even worse,” Lichenstar answered, his tail wrapped affectionately tight around Cavernleap’s.

Shellpaw nodded, his tail flicking to an empty area for Cavernleap to lay on.

“I also wanted to talk to you about Tidepaw and well, other things too.” Lichenstar continued, letting go of Cavernleap’s tail as he padded away.

“Sure,” Shellpaw responded, his voice as lengthy as a manta ray.

Lichenstar’s smile crooked as his tail flicked, beckoning Shellpaw to come outside with him.

“So..is this about Turtlesplash?” Shellpaw quickly inquired, staring at his paws as the two walked farther from the medicine den.

Lichenstar remained quiet as the two finally arrived at a desolate place.

“Partly,” He finally answered with a look of apology, “He can’t face you right now. He feels awful about what happened.”

Shellpaw sighed, “Is there anything else to this?”

“Yes, how is Tidepaw doing?”

“Alright,” Shellpaw shifted into a sitting position, “He should be better in a few days.”

“‘K. How about you?” Lichenstar asked, his green gaze piercing through Shellpaw.

“What…do you mean?” Shellpaw inquired, his tail wrapping around himself from discomfort.

Lichenstar blinked a few times before answering, “I was going to give you a name, and I was wondering if AbyssalClan already has.”

“No. They haven’t.” Shellpaw meowed, pawing the ground nervously.

“Alright then. What do you think about ‘Shellshift’?” Lichenstar meowed, sending a shiver down Shellpaw’s spine. Where had he heard ‘Shellshift’ before?

“Are you alright?” Lichenstar asked, his meow full of concern.

“Yes,” Shellpaw slowly responded, doubting it, “I’m fine. And the name is good. I like it.”

“Cool,” Lichenstar turned away, “Also, since the apprentices are out and Tidepaw can’t really do anything, can you help the elders?”

Shellpaw retracted a bit, “oh uh.”

“Joking.” Lichenstar chuckled, padding away.

Shellpaw stared at his leader in disbelief.

“So, what’d Lichenstar say to you?” Tidepaw asked as Shellpaw tended to Cavernleap’s fever.

“Nothing really,” Shellpaw answered, his tail wrapped around the energetic kittens.

“So we’re keeping secrets now?” Tidepaw teased, his paw patting Clamkit’s head.

As the kit giggled under Tidepaw’s hand, Shellpaw rolled his eyes, “It was about your health.”

Tidepaw patted Shellpaw’s head, “Thank you for telling me,” He giggled lightly.

“Whatever..” Shellpaw’s face reddened, “Just get better soon. We're the only apprentices in camp since the others won’t be back for a few days.”

“We’ll see them at full moon though. It’s soon, right?” Tidepaw inquired, his tail slowly swishing in the water.

“Yep.” Shellpaw answered his attention returning to Cavernleap.

It’s TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Auditions for the project are closed and we’re soon to choose people for the VAs! If you want a voice, join the discord!

#alternate universe #lgbtq #ocean #sea #warrior cats #beginner writer #story #warrior cats au #writing #fanfic #voice acting project

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year ago

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Clockwork heart pt34

Part 33 here

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Nerevar: *looking down from his horse at Wyrm as the younger elf happily walks along side the horses with their newest companion* Wyrm youre going to get worn out. Riftens a full days travel from here.

Wyrm: *smiles up at him* I’ll be fine ata neht! I don’t want Lucien to be left behind.

Lucien: *the newest addition to the group after befriending Wyrm in the dead man’s drink* Oh it’s no trouble really! I can just- jog along side.

Inigo: no offence julien but you look like the sort to get winded tying your shoes.

Lucien: and you look like the sort to carry fleas. Indigo.

Inigo: hehehehehe~ I like you!

Lucien: the feelings much the same for me. But seriously my friend don’t- AWWW A PUPPY!!!

Wyrm: huh- *turns in time to see a large dog running directly for him, his entire body freezing in utter fear watching the strangely red eyed creature bound towards him* n-no-

Taliesin: *suddenly yanks Wyrm up by his robes and onto naomis saddle with him only for the dog to reach up putting his paws on the horse* DOWN! BAD DOG! GET AWAY FROM HI-

The dog: *ignores Taliesin and bites onto Wyrms boot tugging at it* you are just what I’ve been looking f-… Sotha Sil?

Taliesin: did… did this mutt just talk?

Kaidan: never focking mind that how does it know his name?!

Nerevar: *gets off his horse, hand on his blade as he stares down the hound* Hello, Barbas.

Barbas: … *slowly turns his head to face the Gahmerdohn and Hortator* Oh… Boy, you sure look different.

Wyrm: *simply faints, his crippling fear of dogs getting the better of him*

Taliesin: WYRM?!

Voryn: HLA KHES!? (Little gem)

*several hours later*

Wyrm: *staring at the pile of cheese he’d turned a vampire into as he reluctantly helps Barbas find his master* whew this things got all sorts of weird features- Noooo get away! *whimpers backing up against the icy wall of the cave as barbas approaches sniffing at him*

Barbas: *sniffs his robes and skin ignoring the wabbajack in the dunmers hands* So if you’re not sotha sil, then you’re his reincarnation? Huh he must’ve really been running low on power when he put you together.

Wyrm: I-I don’t know why he made m-me o-or why he made me like this n-now get back! I mean it! I-I’ll turn you into a chicken!

Barbas: Does this form really scare you that badly? Aren’t you supposed to be the dragonborn?

Wyrm: I-I can’t help my fear of- *goes quiet watching the daedra shift and warp his appearance before suddenly looming over him as a red eyed, antlered high elf* dogs-

Barbas: *leans down smirking* How can you defeat the dragons when you’re afraid of a little puppy do- GAHH-

Nerevar: *grabs him roughly by his ear yanking him back and holding his head close to his so only he can hear* I’m being lenient with you because your master and lady Mephala are still on good terms but know this now. I do not care what transpired between you and sotha sil, if you keep frightening Wyrm when he’s so generously agreed to help you. I will hand feed you to Boethia myself.

Barbas: *looking visibly intimidated and failing miserably at hiding it* okay okay I’m sorry! I’ll behave.

Nerevar: *lets him go* good.

Taliesin: *walks in followed by inigo & kaidan* all clear, the last of the vampires have been killed- who in oblivion are you?

Nerevar: Barbas.

Barbas: Nerevar?

Taliesin: Barbas?

Barbas: Taliesin?

Taliesin: Wyrm?

Wyrm: Taliesin-

Inigo: INIGO!

Kaidan: *face palms*

???: “Wyrm? What an odd name… hm. Fitting I suppose if the power I sense from him is what I think it is.”

Wyrm: *blinks and walks to taliesins side, gripping onto him nervously for a moment before following the voice into the main chamber, the others tailing close behind*

Voryn: *standing before a large statue of clavicus vile, staring up at him with an indifferent expression* You harbour no ill will to him then?…

Clavicus Vile: Why would I? He’s not Sotha Sil. And he helped me fulfil my followers last wish~

Voryn: he did? How?

Clavicus Vile: They begged me for a cure for their vampirism. And you came through and killed them all! I couldn’t have planned it better myself!

Wyrm: how awful…

Voryn: *looks up at the stairs leading down to him* Wyrm, to me. *holds out his hand reassuringly, showing no fear before the daedra*

Wyrm: *steps forward hesitating still despite voryns comforting presence*

Barbas: *walks by him patting his shoulder* don’t worry just let me handle this, you helped me, now I help you.

Wyrm: *looks up at him before looking back as Taliesin takes him around the waist, cooing softly to him to let him know it’s okay* teacup…

Taliesin: shhh, You’re safe, I’m here… *smiles reassuringly, masking the concern and uncertainty behind his eyes*

Wyrm: *shakily grips onto his robes and nods, walking down the ramp with him and standing beside voryn at the statue* u-um- hello? C-can you take your- friend? Back now please?

Clavicus Vile: Hmph! That insufferable pup?! No way! No deal-

Wyrm: p-please?

Nerevar: *steps forward to intervene* Wyrm you shouldnt say that it’ll sound like you’re beg-

Voryn: shhh. *looks back at nerevar then at wyrm with a reassuring smile*

Clavicus Vile: *silent for a moment, the air around his statue still for a brief second before suddenly shifting and warping into an explosion of fire and sparks as the stone gives way to the prince himself, staring down at them in all his glory* Hm… *reaches down slowly, offering his hand to the dunmer*

Wyrm: *climbs on without a hint of fear, ignoring how everyone steps forward with panic evident on their faces as the prince of wishes lifts him up to be eye level with him*

Clavicus Vile: After the court of bedlam incident, Id expected old sil to have transferred his hatred of the daedra into you. His caution at least but- you are a strange little thing aren’t you?…

Wyrm: you know about sotha sil? Can you tell me what he was like?

Clavicus Vile: *grins suddenly seeing a bargain to be made* Of course, but you have to do something for me in return~ just tell me your wish and I’ll make it happen.

Wyrm: okay.

Nerevar: Wyrm don’t!!

Voryn: *now showing visible concern* little scrib hold on a moment-

Wyrm: I wish to know why I was made.

Clavicus Vile: *smirks thinking he’s got him where he wants him* of course~ just let me- *reaches his other hand up to touch his head, to see into his mind and grasp his soul and find the tethers that made him. Only to be met with an agony only paralleled by that of umbra as the force of the clockwork god pushes him back out, nearly splitting him in two a second time* UGHHHH!!! *staggers back, dropping wyrm as he grabs his head in pain*

Wyrm: *screams and flails in a panic as he plummets to the ground*

Taliesin: *dives and catches him, shielding his fall with his body as he hits the ground with a thud* Oof! Ughh- *sighs holding wyrm tight* shhh I’ve got you-

Clavicus Vile: AARGHHH YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE-

Taliesin: *gets up holding Wyrm tight* Watch your tongue!! Don’t you dare insult him you horrid beast!

Clavicus Vile: Him? *pauses realising he thinks he’s talking about wyrm* no not him… Sotha Sil, he- stopped me?… but how?

Barbas: Master?

Clavicus Vile: *looks at him perplexed, the two seemingly sharing a conversation only they can hear* … *turns his gaze back to Wyrm* I- can’t grant you your wish. Perhaps there’s something else you might want?…

Wyrm: *feeling unsettled at the princes bewildered expression* c-can you make me bigger? Stronger?… I’m supposed to be the dragonborn but… Im useless on my own…

Nerevar: Wy-wyrm I don’t think that’s a good idea-

Voryn: *gently takes nerevars hand, his concern giving way to intrigue and confusion* shhh, I don’t think… I don’t think he can actually do anything to him.

Clavicus Vile: *no longer appearing confident or cocky with his powers, now just a mix of confusion and mild fear as he tries again* Okay- let’s see if this will work-

Wyrm: *gently pushes away from taliesins arms and stands pretty, waiting for the prince to work his magic*

Clavicus Vile: *holds his hand over him, suddenly surrounding Wyrm in a sphere of energy, his magic pulling at his body, his skin, his bones, his muscles, trying to make him bigger, to grow, to change in any way he can, only to release him as he ultimately fails, leaving him there staring at the unchanged mer, horrified at how untouchable he is* I… I don’t know what he made you with or how but- I-I don’t even think Boethia could change you!

Wyrm: *standing there looking crestfallen, simply just drops down to the floor and hugs his knees to his chest* okay… can you take your friend back now at least?…

Clavicus Vile: *visibly rattled trying to figure out just what exactly Wyrm is, why he feels so familiar in a way beyond just that of the clockwork god* y-Yeah, b-barbas come here.

Barbas: *smiles looking up at him then at Wyrm* Thank you, don’t worry I won’t let you leave here empty handed! *hurries to his masters side, both of them turning into stone statues once more as he reaches him, only now the mask once in Viles hand, now seated in front of Wyrm*

Wyrm: *picks the mask up quietly* thank you…

Clavicus Vile: I don’t know how it’s possible, I’ve never encountered a mortal like you, but I can’t help you change yourself… If you ever need a wish though involving, anything else, you have my boon. It’s the least I can do seeing as you’ve restored me back to my full power! You forget what that’s like when you’ve been stuck in a cave for 3 years!!

Voryn: *opens his third eye scanning the statue as silence fills the space once again* they’re gone.

Taliesin: *leans down gently helping Wyrm up to his feet* are you okay?…

Wyrm: *staring at the mask* … I don’t know anymore…

Lucien: …Okay so I knew things were already beyond interesting given who you guys are- *gestures to the whole group* But he just crippled a daedric prince by doing nothing and you’re all just- not freaking out over it?!

Inigo: oh yes it’s quite normal for us at this point.

Caryalind: my first day with this group I travelled through the sewers beneath solitude to find it had been merged with the shivering isles all because Wyrm went sleep walking after a sword and a chunk of amber that we handed over to the captain of sheogoraths guard.

Taliesin: I met him after he absorbed the soul of lorkhan and our second day together he imploded a dragon just by looking at it.

Kaidan: he nearly levelled all of winterhold and almost murdered a bunch of psijic monks.

Inigo: he shares sugar cookies and gossip with a floating mass of energy called the augur of Dunlain.

Nerevar: he’s the reincarnation of sotha sil, at least, we think he is, we’re not sure anymore.

Voryn: He is and he isn’t. He witnessed the birth of creation and achieved chim in his own right.

Lucien: And you were just going to keep this hidden from me?! I have so many questions!

Wyrm: so do I… and no answers to show for them… *sighs hiding his face in taliesins robes* how am I going to defeat alduin?… what if Esbern can’t help?…

Taliesin: … *picks him up holding him close as he rests his head on his shoulder* shhh, you will, we’ll find a way. If he’s of no help then I’ll do everything I can to find you your answers… *kisses his cheek softly* I promise…

*that evening*

Wyrm: *sitting in his and taliesins tent, braiding his hair as he stares at the pages of his book, watching the patterns swirl* what are you hiding from me?… why am I not allowed to know?… *scowls* this is my life, why do you keep trying to ruin it?… *blinks watching as a monarch butterfly suddenly lands on the page, flitting its wings open and closed slowly, revealing a different colour each time* … *looks down to the wabbajack & sword of jyggalag by his bed roll* …You want… to talk to me?… *looks back at the butterfly*

The butterfly: *flits it’s wings and flies up, landing on his forehead, knocking him out cold with a feathery touch*

Taliesin: *peers into the tent to see no butterfly, only Wyrm sleeping. Seemingly haven fallen asleep trying to read his book* oh love… *picks up the book and stares at it for a moment before scowling as he closes it and tosses it aside* Blasted thing… *huffs and leans down pressing his lips to Wyrms forehead* sleep tight love… I’ll try my best to help you… even if it’s not enough… *sighs and climbs back out of the tent to join the others in keeping watch. All of them unaware of the two masked groups, eyeing both them, and each other up from beyond the treeline*

#wyrm dragonborn #skyrim taliesin #voryn dagoth #nerevar #Lucien skyrim #Caryalind skyrim #inigo skyrim #Kaidan skyrim

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