#and i'd start getting annoyed but no one would answer that fast

[pepshee]

Can I have extra credit, Professor Lee?

Pairing - professor!heeseung x student!reader

Genre - smut, age gap, student x teacher college!au

Word count - 2.2k

Warnings - age gap of 6 years (22 & 28), daddy kink, light choking, cursing, this fic is ass </3, cream pie, fingering, ass slapping, lmk if i missed anything!

A/N: ive been seaching for more prof. hee x student fics but i couldn't find any i haven't read so i figured i'd write my own LMAOOO, i hope you enjoy, it's my third time ever writing smut and as always... leave me some feedback!

MDNI 18+

You hated physics, it was your worst subject. Every test came back with a huge, annoying, red F. You didn't know what to do. You were doing great in your other classes, so why couldn't you do good in this one too?

It was only one class, right?

At least that's what you told yourself.

It didn't help your professor was incredibly hot and tall. Every girl in class wanted him, real bad, and you did too but the difference was you were doing badly. The other girls seemed to get good grades, as well as the boys.

You didn't understand anything and especially didn't understand why you had to take this class, but honestly, as long as you had Professor Lee as your teacher, it wouldn't hurt to keep it on your schedule, right?

The other girls in the class would get praised by him in class for their good grades, although he never publicly embarrassed you for your bad grades you still felt embarrassed. You didn't know how they knew everything they were always zoning out staring at him. You couldn't blame them, but still, it made no sense.

You had started blowing off your assignments, and not doing his classwork. How could you do work you didn't even know how to do? Googling it was no help at all, and surely your professor's pretty face, and sexy physique would help you focus right? Well, it had the opposite effect. It distracted you even more.

You were lost, confused, and unmotivated to even do his work. Too scared to go to his office hours for help, and too scared to ask for help in class, your grades in his class were slipping even further if that was even possible.

It was time for midterms, and well.. You had no clue what you were doing. You got handed the study guide but barely understood anything that was written on it. To be honest you didn't care whether you failed or passed that class, you didn't think it mattered considering it wasn't even associated with your major.

Well.. that was until the dean told you it was required for you to graduate...

Why? You had no clue.

You didn't want to have to retake it, you might have if Professor Lee was guaranteed to be your teacher, but he wasn't so you wanted it out of the way now.

You tried getting a tutor and it helped for a bit—well until you ran out of money that is..

You couldn't afford a tutor, were too intimidated by your professor to ask for help, and knew the others in the class wouldn't help you. You were so fucked...

Well, you tried using chatgpt and hoped for the best. That quickly proved to be problematic because nine times out of ten it gave you the wrong answer.

Professor Lee always graded on correctness, and well you can see how getting the wrong answers 'helped' your grade...

You were running out of options, and the midterms were coming up fast. Well, there was still one option left. Seduce him?

Well it wasn't exactly ethical, but you knew he wasn't married and were quickly running out of way to fix your grade.

Seduction it is.

So that very next day when you had his class, luckily it was warm out, you wore shorts that were almost too small and a black tank top that was low cut. It's good nobody in college gave a shit about what people wore.

Your friends didn't seem to notice anything, and you're relieved because how would you explain you're trying to seduce your professor?

You arrive at his class, of course, those girls are there way early, like always. Usually, you'd call them suck-ups in your head, but now you're either gonna suck up to him, hopefully in more ways than one.

You decided to sit in one of the rows closer to the front this time. You had eaten a small bag of chips before class and kept the empty bag as a part of your plan. Professor Lee—who actually, nobody knew his first name which was strange—was standing at the front of the class at the podium. The garbage can was in the corner behind him.

You were nervous but you got up and walked over to the garbage can purposefully dropping your pencil in the process. You bent over to pick it up which exposed a bit of your ass due to the tightness and how short the shorts were. Frankly, you had no clue if he was looking or not, but you sure hoped so so you at least wouldn't be making a complete fool of yourself.

Fortunately, he was watching you. He happened to turn around to write something on the board when he saw you bent over grabbing your pencil. He bit his lip as many thoughts were running through his mind. He knew he couldn't stare for long without getting caught, or worse, getting hard.

He looked away not wanting to get a hard-on before his lecture even started. He knew who you were, the girl who was failing miserably. He couldn't deny he loved the view of your ass. He wanted so badly to touch you, but he knew he couldn't.

You were back in your seat after throwing away the empty bag of chips, and everyone else started coming into the class. Eventually, he started his three-hour-long lecture. He was trying his best not to look at you knowing he would probably get hard after the stunt you pulled.

── .✦

You did that every time you had his class. Wore clothes that weren't overly revealing, but something that would show off your figure, show cleavage, or show your panties when bending over.

Well, you don't know why you haven't made a move yet, but obviously just wearing slightly revealing clothes to his class wouldn't help your grade.

Today was the day, the day you would ask him for help, the day you would make your move.

His lecture was coming to an end, he was handing back some assignments he had graded. When it got to yours it was placed on your desk upside down. You'd gotten used to that by now, picking it up to see a 2/15. How was being this bad at physics even possible?

"I handed back some assignments I had graded, and that's all for today. Class is dismissed," He announced, fixing the black glasses on his face. Everyone got up to leave except for you.

"Y/N, you're still here, do you need something?" He was confused as to why you stayed after everyone, you were usually the first one out. His confusion was quickly forgotten when he realized how sexy you looked right now. Black crop top, tiny jean skirt, your thighs almost on full display.

"Professor Lee, I wanna speak to you about my grade," you responded. It was hard to look him in the eyes without feeling a warmth between your legs. "Of course, your grade is quite low, come into my office, and we'll talk there."

He leads you to one of the side doors which lead directly to his office. He sat down behind his desk and you sat in the seat that was positioned in front of it. "You need to improve your grade Y/N, I understand this class isn't the easiest, but this is nothing I've seen before," it was quite embarrassing hearing that from him

"I'm sorry professor.. I'm trying," well, that was kind of a lie because you were trying, but stopped.

"I understand, but I grade you on correctness. You pay attention and take notes but your grades are still bad. I don't know how that's even possible," he shook his head looking at his computer screen. You can only assume he's looking at your grades.

"Is there any way I can raise it? I'll do anything, I need to pass this class to graduate," you were getting kind of desperate which you never thought you would be.

"There is one way Y/N," his voice dropped, it was now low and filled with innuendos. It kind of shocked you but also excited you having to shift around slightly due to the uncomfortable wetness between your legs.

"Do you want extra credit?" he had noticed the way you shifted in your seat.

"Please Professor Lee," you pleaded, more breathless than anything.

"Come here, baby," he smirked as he watched you get up from your seat and walk behind his desk, getting closer to him.

He spins in his chair to face you. “Will you let me kiss you baby?” You nodded in response and he quickly cupped your cheek and pulled you into a rough kiss.

It was heated almost instantly with his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth. You couldn't help but let out a moan at the feeling. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair, gripping and pulling it making him groan at the sensation.

He pulled his lips away from yours and stood up from his chair. “Bend over for me, bend over my desk,” you quickly complied and bit your lip. “Fuck baby, look at you.. Bent over on my desk for me, so cute and good for me,” it was hard to tell what he was doing behind you since you were facing forward, but you heard the fumbling of a belt.

You suddenly felt his hands on your hips, the skirt you were wearing was so short he didn't even need to take it off you to see the baby pink, lacy panties you were wearing. He moved one of his hands to your ass grabbing it and giving it a sharp smack causing you to moan.

Then, he moved his hand to your panties feeling how wet they were. “Holy shit… This is how wet I make you? You’re a dirty slut for me. Say it, are you a slut for me? Are you a slut for Professor Lee?” he ran his fingers up and down your clothed folds.

“Yes, Professor Lee,” he smirked at your words and pulled your panties to the side and inserted two fingers into your wet cunt.

It was unexpected making you let out a moan as he went faster. You could feel the cold of his silver rings he always wore, and the curl of his fingers hitting your sweet spot just right making you let out louder, more pornographic moans.

He can feel the clench of your pussy around his fingers, but he pulls them out before you can even think of climaxing making a whine fall from your lips due to the emptiness.

You heard him fumbling with his clothes and you can only guess he was taking his pants off. There was no way to tell how big he was considering you weren't facing him.

The thoughts that filled your mind were immediately interrupted by him sliding into you, immediately bottoming out. The loud moan that spilled from your lips could have probably been heard from miles away. He began thrusting quickly and roughly his tip touching your cervix and grazing your G-spot every movement.

His office was filled with just the sound of your moans and his occasional groans. The closer to your peak you got, the louder the moans. He used his free hand that was resting on your hip to cover your mouth. “Shut up you slut, you don't want people to catch us, do you?”

Although unable to verbally respond, you shake your head. Your moans could still be heard but now the noise was predominately the sound of his hips hitting your ass and an occasional smack. His dick was so big you felt so full. “Fuck, baby you're so full. My cock is stretching your pussy so good,” he moaned.

He removed his hand from your mouth now moving it to your throat gripping it just enough to cause a little pressure, but not enough to hurt you.

“Are you clo–fuck… are you close you dirty bitch? The naughty little student you are,” he tried to contain his own moans but forming coherent sentences was getting harder and harder now that you were both reaching your climaxes.

“Y-yes daddy,” a groan left his mouth at the nickname, he loved it.

“You're clenching me so hard, you're so fucking tight. Do you like your professor fucking you like this?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Yes, Professor Lee, I–fuck I love it, daddy.”

“Shit, im g—I'm gonna cum,” he whispers into your ear. He didn't even have to ask you cause he knew you were close too.

It only took a couple more thrusts for him to still inside of you his warm release filling your cunt, his and yours mixing. He slowly pulled out and fixed your clothes before pulling his pants back up. “It's almost curfew, head back to your dorm, and it's Heeseung by the way,” that was it, you finally found his first name.

“Do I get that extra credit now, Heeseung?” he nods and buckles his belt back up, and responds “Yes you got the extra credit, I’ll make sure you pass baby. Now go,” it would be a lie to say you weren't disappointed you had to leave him.

You exited his office heading back to the dorms when you received a notification.

Your Physics Grade has been updated. Your grade is now 100%.

thank you reading!! before you send hate i'm aware this fic isn't that good😭 i appreciate that you read it anyways!

[ogwintersmind]

Kiss the chef ꨄ — katsuki

Katsuki is an amazing chef, after years of watching his mother cooking and baking in the kitchen, it’s only natural that he'd pick up on the habit.

As time wore on cooking would become one of his main love languages. He isn't too big on physical touch (or so he claims. He’s so clingy...) He's terrible at compliments and expressing his feelings without adding some witty comments, though he tries, it's safe to say words of affirmation aren't his main love language. But acts of service (specifically cooking/baking) he could do that.

Whether it be Japanese, American, Korean, Mexican, Italian, etc, this man can cook! And it's always the best food you've ever had. I mean so good your taste buds are dancing, celebrating and, thanking whatever food god there is for blessing them with these amazing flavors and spices.

He also hates when you ask to go out for fast food like McDonald's or Wing Stop, his answer is always "No, we have McDonald's at home.” while he proceeds to make you the best burger and fries you've ever had.

One day you're on break at work and start scrolling through TikTok to pass the time. While scrolling you come across a video of a woman making homemade chicken and waffles + cinnamon rolls from scratch (idk I saw a TikTok of both recently so that's on my mind.) and they looked so good!

You send the TikTok's to katsuki of course, like you always do.

— MSG

“Look how good this looks! She's eating like royalty and I'm stuck at work eating leftovers 💔.” - YOU

"It's cinnamon rolls, chicken and waffles ou how is that "royalty" idiot? - KATS

"And I made those left overs so have some respect would you.”

“I never said the leftovers were bad.“

“I'd just much rather have the royalty meal.”

“‘Royalty meal’ you're such an idiot, get back to work.”

“Fine. See you later I love you ❤️❤️”

“See you idiot.”

“Love you❤️.”

Obviously, after this conversation, he immediately goes to the kitchen and starts setting out the ingredients for the chicken and waffles + cinnamon rolls.

He gets the chicken breasts, cutting them up and pulling Off any extra fat. He mixes his seasonings with the flour and makes the buttermilk. After this he coats the chicken In the flour, then the buttermilk, then back into the flour once more.

After frying all of the chicken he gets started on the waffles, once those are done he sets the chicken and waffles to the side and starts on the cinnamon rolls.

After all of the cooking is done he plates the chicken and waffles, topping the waffles with whipped cream and fruits, before drenching everything In syrup.

Just then the front door unlocks, and a moment later you come into the kitchen.

“You're 10 minuets late, idiot." katsuki says while walking over to you and placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Traffic.” you say while clearly more interested in the food on the counter.

“I made yer damn royalty meal or whatever. Taste it.”

You quickly grab the plate and dig In. And of course, it's the best thing ever!? Who knew chicken and waffles could taste like a 10 ⭐️ meal? And you can taste all of the love he cooked it with.

“This is so good i could literally cry.” you say while inhaling the food. Katsuki is just standing there shaking his head.

“It’s literally chicken and waffles you're so dramatic.” he secretly loves that you like the food so much, it makes him happy that he can express his love for you through this action instead of having to use his words because you know.. this guy stinks at communication.

“I made the cinnamon rolls too. They're in the oven.” you push the plate a side, “Give them to me now! Pleaase.”

He rolls his eyes and gets the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and places them on the counter. He grabs a spatula and hands it to you and you immediately try to cut one of the cinnamon rolls out of the pan but he stops you. “Whattt??” You ask with an annoyed look on your face.

“Don’t give me that damn look, idiot. You know the rules. Eat the food, kiss the chef.” He says bluntly. He made this stupid rule up about 6 months into the relationship and now every time u eat anything he cooks he expects a kiss in return.

You let out a huff as if you’re annoyed but there's a large smile on your face. You lean up to kiss the idiot. “There. Now can I eat?”

You’re joking right..? He made you your royalty meal and you have the nerve to PECK his lips? He’s genuinely offended and his face says it all.

“That’s all I get?? Come ‘ere.” he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a gentle tongue kiss. "Don't you ever disrespect me like that again, eat yer dam food, idiot."

THE END (cs I’m lazy)

Hi friends!

I haven't been posting because I have no ideas + no motivation... But I wanted to get something posted because inconsistency is not a good look.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

Thank you for reading!

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[sydwritess]

Do You Hate Me?

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: You and Max are at an after party for the race he had just won, but he seems to be distancing himself from you. But that doesn't stop you from asking him what's up.

First Person POV

Me and Max had been friends for some time now. We first met when I started Journaling for F1, and we just clicked some how. We started hanging out together, doing what friends do. Max had just won the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix. Everything was going great. People were happy for him, his team was happy, his friends were happy, it may have been a tough weekend for others but for him it seemed to just blow by in the breeze.

Right now we were at a big, fancy restaurant, celebrating Max win, everybody was there, including his friends from other teams. There was music playing from the DJ, drinks being passed around by the bar, food being served, the works. Usually I would have avoided these things, but Max insisted I go. Which was odd seeing how he hasn't even talked to me tonight. The only full sentence he's said to me within the week was "Can you go to my after party." Of course I accepted. But now I'm regretting it.

I was sat at the corner of the bar by myself, swirling the straw that was in my drink out of boredom.

"Hi y/n." A voice said, I look over to see Charles standing there.

"Hey." I smiled.

"What are you doing over here? Shouldn't you be with Max?" He asked.

"Uh, no he's busy." I said pointing to where he was standing. He looked over.

"Oh yeah. Got to love the non stop questions right." He said sarcastically.

"I know right." I laughed.

"So how has work been for you?" He asked.

"Pretty good. Easy at least." I said.

"Is it just journaling that you do?"

"Yeah."

"What does it in tale?" He asked.

"Basically, for every race, I go around to different drivers, writing down answers to my questions, publishing them to the media, writing articles, publishing them online. Stuff like that." I paused. "So like one day I could go up to Kimi and ask him questions, then Lewis, then Max, or whoever." I said.

"Sounds easier then my job." He laughed out.

"Honestly, I think I'd love to have your job, sometimes it get's annoying, typing and writing all of the time." I smiled.

"You'd love to drive at 250 kilos, having people almost crash into every weekend?" He joked.

"I think so. I'd love to drive that fast one day. Something about the adrenaline rush." I said.

"Yeah, it is great some days." He said, holding up his glass before drinking out of it.

"Yeah, not the after part though. I couldn't imagine being all sweaty and gross." I said laughing.

"Yeah, that. That is something else." He laughed out.

"Leclerc! Picture time!" Someone yelled from the distance.

"Duty calls. Hey maybe next race you can come and interview me." He smiled.

"I definitely will." I said, he walked away. I look away from where he was walking to see Max looking straight at me, looking like he's about to strangle the person who was talking at him. I then saw him hold up a finger to the person, signaling that he needed a minute away, and started walking to me.

"Hey." He said shortly.

"Hey, how's the party?" I asked.

"It's alright, that guy back there wouldn't stop talking." He said, letting out a breathy laugh.

"I could tell."

"Max!" I heard in the distance.

"I think someone's calling you." I said. He just rolled his eyes.

"Be right back." He said, walking over to the voice that called him.

"Wow, getting more attention then Max is tonight." A voice behind me said. I turn around to see George standing there.

"Hey George." I smiled.

"How's the fellow co-worker doing tonight?" He asked, sitting down at a bar stool next to me.

"Good. Better then being home writing." I said, smiling.

"I feel you there. At least week have a break this week." He said.

"Yeah, definitely. It's got to be more of a break for you though." I said.

"Yeah, I'm even greatful for summer break." He said.

"I bet. It's got to be tiring, going place after place." I said.

"Very."

"I don't know how you guys do it. I know when I first started I was so jet lagged I didn't sleep for weeks." I said.

"Yeah, it definitely is a struggle some days." He laughed. "So, what did you think about the race today?" He asked.

"It was good. Intense, but good." I said.

"Yeah, but hey, at least you get free admission right?" He joked.

"Right, that is pretty nice." I said. Just then Max walked back over to me, standing right beside me.

"Russel." He said sharply.

"Max." George said, looking at me, then Max. "I'll be going. Hey, maybe in Monaco you can come interview me next." George said, earning a sharp look from Max as he walked away.

"What does that mean?" He asked. I just shrugged. We both sat there in silence for what seems like forever.

"What's been up with you?" I ask.

"Nothing. Why?"

"You've been distant." I stated.

"Just. Busy." He said. Clearly not good with confrontation.

"Mhm." I said, looking back at my drink, then up again. I saw Charles waving me over to where he was standing.

"Brb." I said, getting up from the chair. Max looked at me but didn't say anything as I walked away.

"Hey what's up?" I said cheerfully.

"Picture time. Ready?" he said, holding up his phone. Me and him took a bunch of selfies.

"Oh, more pictures." Lewis said, popping up behind us.

"Lewis the photobomb." Charles laughed out. The three of us took more pics.

"Hey Lewis." I said. "How's your dad doing?" I turned around to face him.

"Good surprisingly." He said smiling.

"Surprisingly."

"Oh my, let me tell you." He said, putting a hand on his hip, like a girl. "When he first saw you at the race in Japan, his jaw dropped. He hadn't seen you since you were a kid." He said laughing.

"Really?"

"Really."

"He should have said hi." I said.

"He wanted to but he thought it was going to be awkward after many years. I said 'dad, your how old, it's not awkward.' but he insisted on not saying hi." He sighed at the ned.

"Well bring him to Monaco next weekend. Drag him to say hi." I said.

"I'm going to. I'll see you around." He said, walking away.

"How do you know each other?" Charles asked.

"We grew up together." I said.

"Wait, so you are secretly like 40 some years old?" He questioned.

"No, no." I laughed. "I don't know, our families new each other. So we saw each other often and everything. He's like a brother." I said, he nodded. Then looked behind me.

"What?" He nodded his head behind me. I turn to see Max starring at us from the bar, then quickly looking away.

"Looks like he's lonely." He joked.

"Yeah. I'll go. See you." i said, waving at him before walking away. I went and sat at the bar next to Max, who had an unusual expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Seriously what's wrong. One minute your starring me down. The next your quiet." I said. He sighed, putting his hands on the bar.

"I just-" He sighed. "Can you come with me?" He asked. I nodded, we walked out of the building together. on this little balcony area, enough space for the two of us. He leaned on the railing, arms, crossed, looking over the city view.

"What's up. You've been like distancing yourself." I said, pausing my words. "Are you mad at me?" I said. He looked over at me.

"I could never be mad at you." He said quietly.

"Then what? Did I do something?" I said.

"No. It's not that... It's me." He said.

"Are you hurt?" I said, he just sighed.

"Listen. Honestly. I like you. A lot. I thought that distancing myself would make things better. But it made me realize how much I can't stand to be away from you." He said slowly. Looking me in the eyes for a sign of disagreement.

"That's why you've been distant." I said, my voice really quiet. He nodded.

"I thought, maybe you didn't like me back."

"That's why you stared me down every time I talked to someone." I said, laughing lightly.

"Yeah. I guess." He said, his face breaking into a smile. I took his hand gently, holding it.

"I like you to." I paused. Looking into his eyes. "You didn't have to hide from me." I said quietly.

"Didn't want you to think less of me." He said, looking at the ground.

"Listen. I won't think less of you." I said pulling him into a hug. He hugged back. Tighter then ever before.

"Besides, if thee Max Verstappen thinks he has to hide from me, clearly somethings up." I said laughing. He laughed to.

"So will you be my girlfriend?" He asks. Pulling away from the hug, looking me deep in the eyes.

"Of course I will." I said smiling. We hugged again. Then went inside, holding hands, ready to tell the world.

Hey loves! First F1 piece! Hope you like it! Many more pieces to come! Comment if you want to be added to the F1 tag list!

[jessjad]

Rightfully deceived

Chapter 3

Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2696

Warnings: arranged marriage, lying, forced proximity and a little abandonment.

A/N: Well, let's see how this goes down... All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

Series Masterlist My Masterlist

The weather was starting to get colder day by day now. Winter was fast approaching and Y/N could feel it. She was standing infront of the castle, the only home she had ever known, and watched Dean's men getting ready to leave.

The carts were already loaded and the horses saddled. Her belongings were also already stowed away. At least the things she could take with her. All that was missing was her own horse, Arrow, a young stayer she had hand-raised. This way she could at least take a little piece of home with her.

She tried not to stay in anyone's way, but the men from the Winchester Clan did not seem to be bothered by her. And eventhough it felt like time was running in slow motion, they were ready to leave faster than she liked. Dean was still not around, but his brother Sam was. He smiled nicely at her whenever their eyes meet and that made Y/N feel a little better. After the horses were harnessed, Sam came over to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked and touched her shoulder lightly.

"Well... I'm better than I thought I'd be." she answered honestly, but before Sam could reply, Dean joined them.

"Are we ready?" he did not sound so happy.

"Yeah, we're all set." Benny said from one of the carts.

"Alright. Let's go." Dean replied and a few seconds later he sat on his horse and was holding out his hand towards Y/N.

She looked at him in surprise. What was he indicating? Did he want her to sit with him on his horse?

"I... I will ride on my own horse." but as she was looking at Arrow she saw that Millie was already sitting in the saddle.

"Your maid will ride it with the rest of your belongings." Dean said and was still holding out his hand.

"Then... I... can walk. It's not a problem. "

"Yeah, you could. But our trip will already take a day by horse." which meant it would take even longer by foot. "And the nights are getting cold."

He sounded neutral, but Y/N saw in Dean's eyes that he was starting to get annoyed. She really didn't want to make it more difficult or complicated, but she could also imagine that he wanted to have as little as possible to do with her.

"Well... maybe I can sit on a cart..."

"Oh for god's sake." Dean grumbled under his breath and hopped off his horse.

Before Y/N could react in any way, Dean was at her side tugging on her arm. And within seconds he picked her up and sat her down on his horse. As if she would've weighed nothing. She squealed upon that action while Dean sat up again right behind her. He reached around her and picked up the reins again with both hands.

"Everybody move! I wanne be home before midnight." Dean called out and the travel company set off.

Y/N looked back over her shoulder and some tears started to burn her eyes. She had had a lot of lovely goodbyes including big hugs and warm words. A lot of people from her clan wished her well. Only her father did not say much except some warnings words to not embarass him.

The trip back to Dean's castle was quiet and without any disturbance. They stopped once for ten minutes to eat something and to go to the bathroom. But now they've been on their way again for several hours. The day was starting to dim down slowly and Dean was sure that Y/N's back and hips must've started to hurt a little by now. But they moved faster than expected and would therefore be home earlier than planned.

He was thinking about another stop, when he felt the woman infront of him leaning a little more into his chest. And when her head fell onto his shoulder he looked down on her to see that she had fallen asleep. Her face was relaxed and her chest rose and fell evenly.

Dean started to smile and his heart began to beat a little faster, but that didn't hold very long. This was not Helena. He had to keep remembering himself, that this was the wrong woman in his arms. Pictures from last night reappeared in his mind and he frowned. Eventhough this was Y/N, why did this feel so right?

When Y/N awoke the next time, the horse she was sitting on had stopped in his tracks. She felt Dean's strong chest on her back and his arms that surrounded her to hold the reins. It was warm and comfortable, eventhough her butt and thighs hurt a little.

"We are here." Dean said quietly into her ear.

And so she looked around. The day had already moved into the blue hour, but it was still bright enough to see everything. They stood infront of the castle. A big castle. At least three times bigger than her's. Dean had already gotten off his horse while men started to surround them and helped unpacking their things. There were so many people here.

With a look back over her shoulder Y/N was trying to find Millicent and when she spotted her, she saw that her friend had gotten help from Dean's brother Sam. The woman had a slight smile on her face and it warmed her heart a little.

"Are you able to come down?" asked Dean and Y/N turned her head to him.

She wanted to say 'yes', but somehow her voice did not work and so she just nodded her head. The only problem was that her legs felt stiff and Y/N was unsure if she could get down safely and with a little bit of grace. She swung her leg a little clumsily to the other side and almost lost her footing. But Dean was there to help right away and grabbed Y/N by her waist to lift her down.

When she felt solid ground under her feet again, she looked up at Dean and thanked him with a small, relieved smile. However, he didn't smile back and then Y/N noticed that they were standing quite close together. She felt the tight grip his hands had on her waist, felt the warmth radiating from his chest, and for the briefest of moments she felt the urge to rise up on her tiptoes and kiss him. But Dean abruptly let go of her and turned his back to her, untying the bags on his saddle.

"DEAN!" screamed a female voice full of joy and him and Y/N were turning their heads towards the voice.

A young, darksinned woman ran towards them and smiled brightly. She ran to Dean and embraced him tightly. Y/N took a step back, feeling a little awkward and almost as an intruder to this scene infront of her. Dean did not embrace her back, but he didn't push her back either.

"Cassie." was all he said, before slowly peeling himself free from her arms.

"I did not think you would be back today. I thought you'd come home tomorrow or in two days." she said with excitement.

Y/N furrowed her brows and a weird feeling settled in her gut. These two seemed a little to familiar with each other and she couldn't help but wonder what their relationship was.

"It all went down faster than I thought..." Dean said and gave Y/N a quick glance which Cassie followed. "... and I just wanted to be home again."

"Oh! Then you must be Helena, right?" Cassie walked over to Y/N, but before she could answer Dean already spoke for her.

"No. That's Y/N. Her sister." he explained rather emotionless.

Now Cassie looked confused and Y/N felt a little irritated by Dean's tone. It had been his decision to take her with him, right? She had not demaned anything from him, nor had she insisted on comming with him and take her place as his wife. So there was no reason for him to be like that.

"Oh, really?" Cassie turned around to Dean again. "Where is Helena?"

"Not here." Dean replied and swung a bag over his shoulder. "I married Y/N."

And with that he left the two women alone and made his way into the castle.

Since then a whole month had passed and Y/N still felt like she did not really belong here. She felt alone in these big walls and missed her home and her Clan. She visited Arrow a lot and the horse was always happy to see her. Being in the box with him had something so familiar for her, it mended her heart everytime. Millie could tell that she was not quite happy and tried to spend as much time with her as she could. Now, the women could be more open about their friendship. Y/N was the new lady after all.

But Millie was still fulfilling her duties and everytime she was alone on her way, Sam seemed to join her. They talked a lot whenever they could and Millie seemed to be more happy here than Y/N was. The maid always smiled and her cheeks blushed a little when Sam smiled down on her. Y/N was happy for her friend. Sam was a good guy and they were really sweet together. Dean on the other hand...

In the first week he showed her around, but it felt more like he had to instead of he wanted to. They slept in the same room, but he barely talked to her. So, whenever they were in the same room, Y/N started to talk. She could not stand the weird silence between them and eventhough he did not respond to her words, he did not flee the room either. And somehow she took that as a positive sign. Maybe, just maybe, if he got to know her more, his heart would melt a little and his anger about the situation could fade away. At least that was what she hoped.

But after the first week he went on a short business trip. Dean had been gone for five days and that gave Y/N time to get to know the daily routine in the castle better. At one point she would need to start to take over the responsebility for the castle and the Clan. She was married to Dean. It gave her that power.

It did not take long before she met the woman who was in charge the whole time. Her name was Ellen and she basically managed the castle. Her daughter Jo helped her with the tasks and they made a pretty good team. These two were the first ones who had really welcomed Y/N here and started to bring her in right away.

After two days Y/N felt as if they were already friends. Jo was a few years younger than her, but neither of them could tell that. She was funny, clever and beautiful. A few men of the Clan seemed to flirt with her and she knew how to handle them. Y/N was really impressed by that. For her that would've never been an option.

Ellen was rather strict, but she had a big heart and only good intentions. Everyone knew that you should not mess with her, especially since she cooked for the whole castle. But everyone respected her and in truth they all liked her. She was almost like a mother and that made Y/N's heart hurt a little. Since her own mother had been gone for so long by now, that the picture the woman had in her mind, slowly started to fade away.

"Yeah, and that's how we handle the dinners." explained Ellen while she cooked the lamp stew on the big stove.

"But... that's a pretty big pot. Isn't he heavy?" Y/N asked.

Ellen had said, that only the women would serve the food. Carrying out the pots, pans and plates.

"It is pretty heavy. So four of us will carry it. It's the same when we eat suckling pig. But that's not all the time."

And still, in Y/N's ears it did not make sense. There were a lot of strong men here that could carry the heavy things alone or in groups of two. It would be easier for everyone. But to that Ellen had only one thing to say.

"That's how we did it in all those years and Dean probably never wanted to change that."

But only half an hour later Y/N's point got proven when four women came into the dining hall with the heavy pot and one of them lost her footing on the stairs up from the kitchen. The other three lost their balance too and half of the stew spilled over the floor.

Ellen exchanged a knowing look with Y/N after both women rushed to their aid. In the end the men were the only ones who got to taste the stew and everyone else had to eat the side dishes. It was still enough for all, but it was a shame about the delicious meat. And that was not everything that could use improvement.

When Dean came back from his first business trip Y/N tried to talk to him. But Y/N felt like he did not even listened to her. He was focused on his papers that were lying on the table near the window in their bedroom. He did not even look up to her, only grumbled. She had never felt so lost, standing in the middle of the room and not even being noticed by her now husband. Two days later he went on the next business trip and it made her only fell worse.

Everyone else in the castle was really nice to her. She tried to be as polite and friendly as she could, wanting to show them that she was interested in the people of her new Clan and the way they lived their life here. And it seemed as if the others responded well to that. Slowly they welcomed her more and more and became more open to her. At least that was some consolation.

The only one she didn't really seem to warm up to was Cassie. The young woman seemed to be clearly avoiding her and Y/N wasn't entirely sure why. She had a feeling that Cassie really liked Dean and she knew from Millie that the young woman would have liked to marry Dean. That's what Sam had said. But Y/N hadn't expected the whole situation to end like this either and that's why she didn't think the behavior was entirely fair to her.

But while Cassie was too focused on Dean, Y/N realized that there was someone who probably really liked Cassie. It was a blonde Scottish man named Alex, maybe a year older than Cassie, and he always tried to be near her and help Cassie. But she didn't appreciate his advances. On the contrary, she seemed rather annoyed by him. And somehow Y/N recognized herself in the situation. So at some point she took advantage of the opportunity and tried to have a conversation with Alex.

"You really like her, don't you?" Y/N asked with a gentle smile on her face.

"Who? Cassie?" Alex looked kinda embarassed.

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I do." Alex admitted after a moment.

"Did you tell her?"

"What? NO!" he looked down on the ground and Y/N could feel that he was not feeling comfortable right now. "I mean... she likes Dean."

"Yeah... I've noticed." now Y/N was not felling so comfortable with that topic.

"Don't worry about her behavior. It's not because of you." Alex explained.

That was the moment when Y/N realized that the rather shy and quiet boy noticed more than one would think.

"Then what is it about?" Y/N wanted to know.

"It's because he was supposed to marry Helena. And then... he came back with another woman."

Which meant that she was angry, that the other woman was someone else and not Cassie. And again Y/N was asking herself if it still had been a good idea to actually come here.

A/N: It could've been better, right? Dean's not really there and now we have Cassie also. 🫣 🫣 Let me know what you think. Feedback is very much appreciated! 💜

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From the shadows emerge:

Wooooohoooooooooo!!!

The sound traveled past your ears and straight on ahead. A blur of black and red wizz past alongside the sound as a cheerful Hiccup and a happy Toothless fly into the great wide unknown.

(Y/N): *laughing* Slow down you two it's not a race!

You gently pat the side of your mighty dragon, A greyish blue Mudraker with subtle yellow and brown accents. Today was a nice day for a fly and, perfect weather for all of you to make a trek back to Berk to catch up with family and enjoy some time away from the Edge.

Astrid: *she flys up next to you* Haha I don't think either of them know the meaning of a "slow down" not when it comes to flying.

Snotlout: And yet they never show up when we DO actually race. *Snotlout gets real close to you as he flys on Hookfang* Between you and me, I think he's a coward. Knows that I'll beat him and he's to embarrassed to show his face around me. *He gloats which only earns a scowl from Astrid*

Astrid: As if? You know he's busy! Especially with the amount of Dragon trappers that have been showing up lately.

Snotlout: *muffled yet in a sing-songy tone* Still sounds like a coooward!

Before Snotlout could get something thrown at him, the twins butt into the conversation just to annoyingly complain about the longevity of the flight.

Ruffnut: Are we there yeeeet?

Tuffnut: At this rate the games will have already started before we even see Berk.

Astrid: *a bit annoyed in her own right* Seriously? You two know that it doesn't take THAT long to get back to Berk? Thawfest doesn't even start for another week!

Tuffnut: *pouting* well it feels like it will take 2 weeks to get to Berk.

Not wanting listen to the winning that has permeated the conversation Astrid flys up ahead to try and catch up to Hiccup and Toothless. This gives opportunity for Fishlegs to make his final remarks on the matter.

Fishlegs: Well that would explain the need for speed.

(Y/N): Oh, you mean Astrid? Yeah well I'd be leaving now too if wasn't caught between a rock and a hard place. *you say gesturing to Snotlout and the Twins that are flying on either side of you*

Fishlegs: What? No I'm not taking about them. I'm talking about Hiccup and Toothless, they're really trying to go for a win this year.

Snotlout: *Interrupting* Yeah emphasis on TRYING!! The Jorgenson family line NEVER looses!

Before you have the opportunity to try and punch his side you notice that your dragon is feeling a bit restless. Their eyes dart around as they sniff the air around them.

(Y/N): What's wrong girl?

You would have your answer as your Dragon whips her head, pointing firmly at a nearby location at the sky. You spot the turning colors from a once bright blue sky fading to a deep grey as dark clouds approach.

(Y/N): Uh . . Guys? . . Someone want to fly ahead a warn Hiccup and Astrid?

Snotlout: On it!! *and with that he flys away to warn them*

But as you feel the winds blow more violently and the air turning cold you notice bright blue bolts of lighting dancing among the grey skys. And yet something doesn't sit right with you. Your own dragon begins to flare up with rage as she darts up ahead towards Hiccups location, the rest of the group following your trail.

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Your Dragon is ever the restless one when she feels an on coming storm, but this? This was different. You nearly fly into Astrid's side as it's becoming increasingly harder to try and settle down (Dragon's name).

Astrid: *narrowly dodging you* Woah!!!  Are you two okay?

Your voice comes out mangled as you're currently experiencing some self induced turbulence.

(Y/N): . . Y . Yeah!!! I . .I think so.

Hiccup: *who has now slowed down to ensure everyone is safe*. It's probably the storm that's approaching. We'll need to make it back to Berk fast if we want to beat it.

(Y/N): *shaking* H .. Hi ..Hiccup . som ... something else is wrong.

Nearly slipping off the side of your dragon, she continues to sniff at the air. She's sensed something beyond just the storm. As her eyes narrow eventually she lets out a long yelp. Just a few moments later the lighting that once danced among the clouds have now made their way towards the group. As each member tried their best to dodge the lightning it almost seemed as if the barrage of bolts are coordinated.

And you would be correct to believe so. Through cracks and booms were sounds of screaming that sounded all too familiar to you and the other riders.

Hiccup: Skrills .. ..

(Y/N): huh?

Hiccup: Guys SKRILLS!

With flash, bang, booms, the sky around you became turned a dark gray, while a pack of Skrills surrounded you guys. Their screams sending shivers down your spine, and they weren't alone either. It was fairly obvious by their limited movement coupled with sightings of small chains across their bodies that they were being used. Their owners emerged from the storm below. A small fleat of Viking ships lined with cages and screaming dragons on their boats.

Snotlout: *through gritted teeth* Dragon trappers are you serious right now?? DON'T YOU GUYS HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO??

Astrid: Won't you cut that out!?!

Hiccup: I don't believe it makes much of a difference Astrid. I believe they've been trailing us for a while now. But we do need to focus on the task at hand Snotlout! Like shaking off this Skrills for starters.

And with that the surrounding Skrills divebomb towards the groups position. Their lighting flairing from them as they begin to fire off not caring if they hit each other in the process. With so many bolts coming at once the group needs to split up if none of you want to be on the receiving end of a barrage of lightning. You narrowly dodge a Skrill as it dives towards the twins. You begin chasing after it as your dragon starts firing off sonic blasts to try and shake the Skrill off their trail. However it's becoming harder to see through all the pouring rain. Meanwhile the remaining few Skrills have broken up into pairs that are causing trouble for the others in their own right. Two have started to fly towards the direction of Berk, causing Hiccup and Astrid to go after them. The other Skrills retreat back to their Master's ship which have joined the fight too. Even through heavy rain the boats begin to launch trap after trap in the hopes of it hitting any of the riders. So much is happening at once, too much. Boats, Skrills, rain and heavy winds create a nasty battle field. Your Dragon is unable to handle the onslaught of commotion that you don't even realize your heading straight towards a pocket of violent winds.

Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut: (Y/N)!!!

Your friends terrified call of your name was the last thing you heard before you were swept away into the worst part of the storm. You're barely able to hold onto the sadle of your dragon as their body is knocked around in all directions in this cloud of nightmares that surrounds you both. Spinning around, and around you have zero sense of direction as all you can see is rain and grey. When you try to gain control all your efforts are in vain. Going up only pushes your further left. Try to go right and you feel yourself being pulled downwards.

Eventually you break through the pocket of wind and clouds. As far as your eyes can see, all that surrounds you is a vast dark blue ocean with no Berk or friends in sight. Before you knew it, you and your dragon were heading straight towards the deep blue sea. Then it it all faded to black.

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You're body shakes with each pull. Soft sand covers your body as your hands dig into the ground, desperately grasping at the shore to try and not get swept back out to sea. With each push of your body you cough violently. Your head spins, your nose burns, your throat pours out streams of bile, spit, and saltwater. Slowly but surely you drag your body back to land were you finally collapse from exhaustion. As you barely keep your eyes open to try and stay continuous your body jolts awake in an instant the second cold water is poured onto your shaky form.

As you sit up and look at where the source of the water came from you're met with a familiar reptilian face. Your Dragon, a somber expression turned gleeful as they nudge and nuzzle into your side happy to see their rider alive. For a brief moment you feel relieved to see your Dragon alive as well despite both of your reaking of seawater and your bodies are cold to the touch.

Getting a good look at your surroundings you thank the Gods above that you've appeared to land on a prosperous island. One with a dense forest in front of you while giant mountains loom in the distance. Though panic emerges as you realize that this is no island that you've ever been to before. Unfortunately, looking towards the sea it appears that the storm has yet to qwell. Your Dragon hoists you onto her back. You don't even bother holding yourself up as you lay atop her cold scales. She's still too shaken up to fly so she makes the trek into the thick woods to try and seek shelter.

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Hiccup: . . B . But dad? . . .Dad stop please listen to me!!

Stoick: Enough Hiccup!

Hiccup: But how could you dismiss this?? They're still out there and. .

Stoick: I said ENOUGH Hiccup!

Hiccup: Dad. .

Stoick: Listen son. I want to get a search party going for (Y/N). . I really do. *he reaches out to try and console Hiccup*. .I would never want to lose another one of our own, 'specially one that means a lot to you. But we have more important matters to attend to first.

Goober: Yer fathers right Hiccup! I don't suppose Berk has seen the last of those trappers. . .I would bet my good Axe that their "friends" will be paying us a visit. Specially since we up and destroyed their first fleets.

Hiccup could only stand and agree. Even still the decision to leave you stranded, Odin knows where, left a bad taste in his mouth. Toothless could sense Hiccups worry as he lightly whined and nudged at his side.

Hiccup: *leaning down to pet Toothless* . . I know bud. I hope they're okay. . . wherever they are.

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When it rains it pours. For several days and grueling long nights you and your dragon had to endure the ever changing weather of this strange new island. From a cool windy day, to pouring rains at night, to harsh sunny afternoons. It would be considered a miracle if the two of you end up surviving this. Luckily and also horrifyingly, nothing seems to live on this island. Not a mouse or a Yak has been discovered as far as you and (Dragons name) have noticed. For such a massive space you'd assume their would be an abundance of wildlife for your to run into but, except for the occasional stray terrible terror, the island was practically empty. Which only made the silent nights all the more eerie as you feared that you might never see your friends and family ever again.

It was one cool night that fed you hope as a shadow seemed to dart around the cave you were inhabiting. At first you wanted to ignore it, believing it to be just another Terrible Terror. But the way the shadows voice hummed a low growl that shook you to your core you had a feeling that whatever they were they had to have been something bigger.

Startling your dragon awake only made the Shadow dart out of your cave and into the surrounding forest. As quickly as you were on your feet, your dragon was ready to give chase. Though you could barely see in front of you, your dragon did their best to navigate the woods. Using the shadows smell as a means of tracking it. The way the two of you, both dragon and shadow, zipped and twisted through the woods was memorizing but something about the shadows movements seemed oddly familiar. It was only after an oh so familiar screech did you put two and tso together.

(Y/N): *ushering to your dragon* C'mon girl we gotta catch up to them!

It was toothless it had to be! Oh you felt the need to cry tears of joy! That dark silhouette, the fast flying and that familiar nightfury cry it had to be them! You were saved! Though strangely as you called out to Toothless to slow down, that you weren't a threat only made them fly faster away from you.

(Y/N): Toothless where are you GOING??

And still they flew faster.

(Y/N): TOOTHLESS?!!

As you continued to chase after them the forest came to an end and into a clearing. A part of the island you haven't been to before and one that was frightening under the pale moonlight. A cavern of rocks and stone surrounded the opening with only a small beach to break the horizon. Where it led to you had no idea as you were more transfixed on the wall of boulder and stone that seemed to reach up and touch the clouds as it loomed over you.

For a brief moment you panicked as you lost sight of Toothless. That deep black scaly body was not doing you any favors in spotting him. Luckily your dragon hadn't lost their sent as they made a break towards a small opening amongst the rocky ledge. As your dragon squeezed through the crack eventually she ran into. . .

(Y/N): . . . Toothless?

Through the cracks of the cavern that surrounds you, small beams of moonlight peaking through the cracks, the orange glowing eyes before you felt like enough to paint a picture in your head that this was indeed not Toothless. Your own Dragon began to stand guard, as they realized that this Nght Fury is not the friend they know. As your Dragon barred its teeth and growled the nightfury only crawled backwards towards the wall cowering in freight as they realized that had nowhere else to run to. Their stature was smaller than Toothless, more thinly but not frail. Their tail was long and almost string like as it wrapped around their body to make them appear smaller than they already were. Their eyes a piercing orange as they bowed their head and shook with freight.

You had to settle your own Dragon as they were scaring this Night Fury. Slowly you approached the nightfury but only stopping as their maw began to open a swirl of orange and blue flame emitted from their mouth. They were scared of you but brave enough to still try and hold their ground.

(Y/N): Hey. ..hey. . .it's okay. I'm not going to try and hurt you.

As you reached out your hand to try and touch them they only screamed to try and ward you off before leaping over you and your dragon and out back towards the opening you came from. Before they had left you got a good glimpse of their body. Scars, their body was laced with deep scars that covered their underside from neck to tail.

Again you tried to chase after them. So many thoughts swirling in your head. A nightfury! You couldn't believe you found another Night Fury. But why are they here? Are there other nightfurys on this island?? But they look so wounded! What happened to them?

Squeezing back out into the opening you noticed that the nightfury made a brake towards the beach. As you turned the corner you almost stopped dead in your tracks as your eyes gazed upon the hellish sight. Before you, the coast of this secluded beach covered in countless ships. Wrecked and torn these ships lay dormant. Up in the distance you spotted the Night Fury once more. They hovered over this graveyard only fleeing once they spotted you. Back towards the woods they flew into the night leaving you and your dragon once more.

You had your dragon fly towards the ships. Jumping off you cautiously approach this ship graveyard. Upon further investigation all those who were aboard this ship had been lost to time. Scattered human remains cover the ship decks and surrounding sands. Old wood wrapped by the endless waters that crash upon the shore. Barnacles and plants take over the masts and bows. The most shocking part of it all was the numerous large scratch marks that cover the ships. Holes and blast marks tell a tale of struggle that you could piece together who the culprit is behind these extra damages. Though when you notice the cages and chains that call these ghsot ships home you understand exactly why they would have done this.

But still the thought didn't sit well with you. What seemed like a whole fleet of ships, to be taken down by one Night Fury was terrifying. Not to mention who ever was crazy enough to track down one lone nightfury to the ends of the earth was scary in it's own right. But they and their crew are long gone now, leaving one scarred nightfury both in physical appearance and mentally as well.

You need to help them.

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Alright so the whole "helping the Night Fury plan" was going as good as you could get it. Which is to say not good at all. How Hiccup managed to tame Toothless seemed to be night and day for you.

First of all tracking down the damn thing was a battle in its own right. First of all they could still fly, great! But not great as it would just fly away the moment they sensed your presence. You could only get close to it if you managed to corner it off but that made a problem in it's owm right. Scare it too much and it would curl itself into a big defense curl not opening up for anybody. Got too close to it and you'd receive a tail, bite or blast to the face.

The one saving grace that all creatures big and small experience is hunger. Feeding time became something you exploited heavily. If your dragon needs to eat so does the Night Fury! And so you'd always try to fish up more food for the nightfury, leaving piles of food or trying to usher the nightfury closer to you by holding fish in your hand.

And it seemed to work. Kind of. . . remember the terrible terrors? Yeah they were bothersome in their own right. Even though they were the only other dragons on this island they seemed to keep getting in your way at the worst times possible. Leave food out for too long and the terrible terrors would get to them first. Tried holding your hand out to feed the night fury and a terrible terror would just seem to pop up out of nowhere stealing your food and scaring off the nightfury.

It was only a few days realistically (that felt like weeks in your head) did you finally, FINALLY gain enough trust towards the Night Fury. Enough so that they wouldn't just fly away or try to bite you if you got top close to them. You still couldn't touch them but this was a promising start.

Now the next hurdle, making sure the Night Fury doesn't fly away because they're scared of your dragon. Don't get it twisted, you're dragon is the sweetest girl you've ever met. She's just like a puppy dog! Great for others not so much when you have a easily frightened dragon you want to tame. If it isn't her size, her personality more than fills the room as she loves to flap her wings in excitement and run around playing in the sand.

Guessing that the Night Fury hasn't seen other dragons larger than terrible terrors in Odin knows how long, your giant puppy dog of a dragon easily startles the nightfury just by looking at them. And that was a problem you had no idea how to fix. The food was one thing but to get a dragon used to other dragons was something neither you nor Hiccup had to ever deal with before.

Hiccup. . . you haven't thought about the others in a while. Everyday on this island was spent on surviving and now that the nightfury was of priority you're unsure just how long you've been on this island. But with no sign of anyone coming the thought of being trapped on this island forever, lost and alone, the tears couldn't help but form in your eyes. Your dragon sensed this as they nudged your side in an attempt to comfort you. Still you let the beating sun shine down upon you. The heat causing your body to sweat up a storm as your body rocked and swayed almost about to pass out. You only jolted in surprise when a large chunk of cool mud was launched at your direction.

(Y/N): *whipping off the mud* achk . .  pfft  . bleh. ...ohhh (Dragon name), Seriously??

Your Dragon gave you a playful laugh as they began to roll around in the sand and mud. It was a particularly hot day and back on Berk the too of you would find comfort in a nice cool mud bath while soaking up the sun. At least you were laughing with them as you threw some mud back. Your laughter didn't go unheard. Slowly but surely through the shadows emerged a living shadow, to put it simply. The Night Fury had been intrigued by the noise and had decided to come over. Upon noticing it was you and also your dragon they seemed to stand still almost hesitant to move forward.

Noticing this you try to usher them to come closer.

(Y/N): *softly* that's it! . .  come on closer. We won't hurt you. . if you come here I could give you some fish! You like fish! I know you do!

All this talk about fish made your dragon sway with delight as they happily stomped in the mud. You were a bit worried that their movement was going to scare off the Night Fury especially after a few splashes of mud. But surprisingly they didn't run away. The coolness of the mud seemed to sooth them. And as if a miracle was happening before your very eyes the Night Fury slowly sat in the mud alongside you and your dragon. Unsure of what to do your dragon happily rolled around in the mud in which the nightfury followed suit. But even still, if you or your dragon got too close, the nightfury would growl and snear. Still, you had an idea of how to get this Night Fury to start opening up more.

And so the second part of this nightfury training fiasco could commence! Creeping up on mid day you would happily start a mud party in which you and your dragon would play, splash and roll around in the mud together. Slowly coaxing the Night Fury to follow suit until eventually they felt comfortable enough to join in all by themselves. You would feed both the Night Fury and your dragon letting them know you mean no harm and before you new it the Night Fury was happily waiting each day to join in on some mud fun and free food from the mystery human!

You even had moments of being able to touch and pet the Night Fury! But only in certain spots like on their snout and chin. Got too close to any other parts and they would pull away, but thankfully no orange plasma blast or teeth anymore!

On another day of playing in the mud you noticed something particularly odd about this Night Fury. Their scars. You were smart enough to understand that whatever dragon trappers were on those ships had done something truly awful to this Night Fury. But strangely some of the scars still look fresh? Almost none have deteriorated in color. You would soon understand why this was as the Night Fury was off napping next to your dragon. In their sleep they would toss and turn their scars rubbing against the course rock and stone. What made it worse was that their back legs would begin to scratch and claw at their skin like a cat with a bad itch. Looking at their claws they looked larger than Toothless's. Long, Sharp, almost ingrown and misshapen. Then what you expected to happen did. Their claws, with all their scratching, had broken skin and reopened the scars that laced their body.

Thick drops of blood started to pour out of the Night Fury's left side. Without thinking you rushed in to try and stop the bleeding. But upon you touching their skin the nightfury jolted awake. In an instant they backed away and darted into the woods leaving a trail of blood in their wake.

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(Y/N):. . . *softly* that's it . . .keep them occupied.

Thankfully the Night Fury didn't stay gone permanently. After a few days they had returned back to you and your dragon. They became extra keen on keeping a distance between you and them. Though you couldn't just stand by and let them harm themselves like this. You were going to help this Night Fury whether they wanted help or not!

Your Dragon was on "special" duty today. Being a distraction for the Night Fury during feeding time today. They happily rolled around in the sand, pushing rocks and fish around and just doing whatever they could to keep the nightfurys focus on them while you snuck up behind them to try and soften those talons currently growing out of their hind feet.

Taking a small carving knife you did your best to try and shaven down some of the more serious claws. And it was going well! Great actually! Until the poor Night Fury felt the need to scratch. . . and realization settled in that they couldn't scratch that itch no more. Turning their head to look at you little was exchanged as they began to bear their teeth. Hot fire flared in their maw you could hear the sound of death emitting from their core. As they slowly approached your sitting form you did what you thought was the only chance of survival in that moment. Letting out your hand and without looking them in the eye you awaited to feel the burning sensation of flame on your palm. But no burn came. As the Night Fury slowly settled down they gently sniffed your palm, until their nose made contact with your hand. A low rumble escaped them as their eyes grew wide and soft anticipating your next move.

(Y/N): *turning your head back to look at them, your other hand rests on their face*: . . . I don't want you hurting yourself anymore okay? . . . You deserve to move on from this. If you need hands for scratching I'm right here, and trust me when I say they'll be a lot more gentle than you're old mangy claws.

And with that the long haul was over. . . as they looked into your eyes they saw a future full of comfort, finally putting their restless life at ease.

(Y/N): *Your dragon lay beside you with the Night Fury resting in your lap watching the senset in the distance.* . . . I'll think I'll call you Scratch. How does that sound?

The Night Fury only sighed in contently as the two dragons that surround you drifted off to sleep.

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Loud plops followed thrown rocks as Hiccup and Toothless sat by a nearby stream. Feeling the ever growing frustration build up inside him Hiccup let out a loud scream as Toothless perked up to look at his rider. What Hiccup didn't know was that his scream would be heard by Astrid as well as she hoped off of Stormfly to try and lend Hiccup a listening ear.

Astrid: Hiding from you're father again?

Hiccup: *Startled* Astrid?. ..What .. What are you doing here?

Astrid: *teasing* Trying to figure out what that howling was.. . .soooo what's with the screaming.

Hiccup: *Annoyed not at Astrid but due to the circumstances of his life right now*. . . Well you know. ....it's just my father wants me to be on Berk at all times at all hours of the day.

Astrid: Well, with all of these raids it's only understandable as to why.. .

Hiccup: But even still we have yet to see any signs of these raids stopping . ... *he sits down by the water his mind lost in thought* ..... Not to mention (Y/N)'s still lost.

Astrid: *concerned* Hiccup.

Hiccup: I know they're still out there. I know it. . . . it's just frustrating. I swear me and Toothless have spent countless nights searching for them. We've checked each island, every shore and nothing. But until all these raids are done and Berk is safe my Father will keep me and Toothless here while we have to sit knowing that our friend is lost out there . ....somewhere.

Astrid: *Has seated herself next to Hiccup as she tries to string together words of encouragement* And I know they're out there too. . .*She tries to rest her hand on Hiccups shoulder*. . . you've done a lot with what you're able to do right now. I'm sure that if (Y/N) could see that they'd understand. But you have to remember they're one of us Hiccup. They're strong and so are you. We'll find them Hiccup and we'll beat down anyone who tries to get in our way.

Hiccup: *feeling a bit better he tries to look up at Astrid with a newfound hope in his heart* . . .Thank you Astrid. . . I just hope you're right.

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(Y/N): *You exhale a deep breath as you gaze upon the morning ocean.* . . . we're leaving, now or never, I'm coming back home.

Sitting atop your dragon with nothing more than the clothes on your back you looked out at the looming ocean. It seemed to stretch on forever, like you were at the edge of the world one wrong turn and you'd fall right off. But you felt confident in your albeit, half baked plan. After weeks of waiting you had no other choice but to take matters into your own hands and attempt to leave the island and find your way back home. Luckily you weren't alone as you had your dragon and one nightfury to accompany you.

Speaking of which the Night Fury you named Scratch was right behind you every step of the way. More specifically they were attached to the hip with (Dragons name) and had formed a sort of sibling-esc relationship with your dragon. Scratch is a bit uncomfortable to be around all these ships as they stared at them cautiously. But you did your best to reassure them letting them know they have a much better life a head of them, leaving these nasty ships behind for starters.

Looking out to sea your plan was that if these ships are on this island they must have come from somewhere and that somewhere has to be the opposite direction. So . . . just follow the "path". It wasn't a great plan. A pretty dumb one actually. But you had no other options.

As the morning sun began to rise in the distance you took the daylight as the signal to leave and up to the clouds you went as you set off on a path that would either take you home or leave you stranded at sea.

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Flying through clouds, clouds, and more clouds the sun had reached the highest point in the sky and still no signs of anything say for the strand tiny islands with a bit of trees and rock formations here and there.

You felt bad. Real bad. You weren't sure if your dragon was exhausted. It's not as if you haven't flown for hours on end but still without the others to keep you company the hours felt like days amongst the stagnant sky. Well, at least Scratch was keeping (Dragon's name) awake. Scratch was actually enjoying the open air. Smiling and floating around you as they flew around the clouds leaving whispy trails in their wake.

As sweat poured out of every orifice of your body you nearly fell off your dragon when you noticed a tiny colorful dot amongst a sea of ocean blue. A longer look would all but confirm that it was a ship! A ship! You're heart racing you almost left Scratch in the sky alone as you had (Dragons name) blaze towards the ship below. But your celebration would be short lived as the lone ship suddenly turned from one to two then three and four. What looked to be a whole fleet of ships that had emerged from the great blue you charged back up towards the sky not wanting whoever was operating said ships to spot you. Their red flags and armored sailors would tell you a bigger story. Raiders. Dragon Raiders.

Luckily it appeared as if Scratch hadn't noticed the ships. If they did they would most certainly had turned back around and fled. You signaled to your dragon to keep her distance and stay hidden in the clouds. Only dropping occasional to keep a track of those ships. Knowing that Scratch was going to follow (Dragons name)'s lead you weren't worried about them being spotted so long as you stayed high up in the sky.

But you couldn't not follow the ships either. With another dumb plan in mind your best bet at survival is to follow wherever those raid ships are headed. If it's Berk or not if there are people, wherever they are headed there has to be a place to stop and rest.

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Deep looming horns alerted everyone on Berk. Some were startled while others showed great pleasure as they picked up their swords and maces and axes and prepared for another battle to hit their waters. Dragons soard and roared and followed their riders movements sharing much oc the same excitement to stretch their wings and fight once again.

Hiccup was far off into the woods only alerted of the coming battle by Astrid. As Hiccup returned to Berk waving off the other riders to prepare themselves, Gobber stopped him for a quick briefing of the situation.

Gobber: All say. This is the fourth time this week! Don't these raiders have anythin' betta to do? Not that I'm complain'! Keeps me plenty business since I have to keep everyone's weapons sharpened.

Hiccup: Well . . .I'm glad you're looking at the positives. But stay safe Gobber . . I

Gobber: Stay safe? I'm not a baby I'm a Viking! There's no fun in a battle if yer playin' it safe.

Hiccup: I . I know but.. .

Gobber: I get it. I get it. I won't go disappearin' on you lad like (Y/N). . . *his voice goes somber for a moment* but if you want to see them again . . . it's you who should be playin' it safe. Now go!

Gobber barks, ushering Hiccup and Toothless to join in on the others as a fleet of ships make their way towards Berks shores.

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By the stars above. You must be dreaming, or hallucinating. Even though your dragon was on the verge of passing out she managed to pull through sticking it to the end. Savoring the fruits of her labor it was almost too good to be true. The fleet that you'd been following had taken you straight back to Berk. Your home, how you missed familiar company. But celebrating had to wait, you nearly rushed on ahead without thinking. The realization settling in that these ships are not here on good terms means you would have to be fighting soon.

But what about Scratch? If a fight broke out . ... you're not entirely sure what would happen to them. Where would they go? Would they seriously try flying back to that island?

You're thoughts were interrupted by the cacophany of war crys of some very angry Vikings beneath you. As boats touched sand countless Berkians and raiders fought ferociously as clangs and clings of metal touching metal echoed around you.

Luckily these raiders were hoping their numbers would be enough to stand against Berk. Not bringing any dragons of their own you didn't see this fight lasting long. Still other dragons and dragon riders would have to be warry of the ships and their arsenal of dragon traps.

Especially. . .

Hiccup: Toothless Dodge!!

Hiccup?... You stop in your tracks. Whipping your head around, you're not even focused on the fighting anymore. Zipping and twisting you  try your best to keep up with the ever fast Toothless. But you're sure that speeding black whiz is none other than Hiccup and Toothless as purple flames shoot at the ships below.

(Y/N): HICCUP!!

You call out.

(Y/N): HICCUP!!!

Once more, it was enough to get the chief to be"s attention. Toothless had slowed down as they hovered trying to pinpoint the sound of your shouting. It would be Hiccup who spots you as he guides Toothless over to your call.

Hiccup: (Y/N)!!!?? ....(Y/N) is that you???

And there you were, a bit slow to come to him Toothless nearly flys into you, excitement beaming from both him and Hiccup. Neither of you could talk, too stunned to speak. All Hiccup could do was lean out and touch you. A sentiment you shared as you touched his hand confirming that he wasn't dreaming. Then came the water works. Oh how you cried.

Hiccup: *in disbelief*.. . .Ho .  How .?? . .(Y/N)? . ..is that really you??

You could only sit atop your dragon. Hands over your mouth to stifle cries. But your tearful reunion was short lived as the hustle and bustle of war grounded you back to reality. Looking around you had nearly forgotten of a certain nightfury that was supposed to be accompanying you. But as your heart sank they were nowhere to be seen. Your head whipped around to try and spot them but you were sure that they had fled once the battle had broken out. You couldn't blame them for flying away. Hiccup noticed your panicked searching as they tried to ask you what was wrong.

However, what you feared would happen, did. Your Dragon was beyond excasuted. With neither you or Hiccup paying attention to youur surroundings countless traps flew towards your location from the ships below. Toothless was able to dodge no problem but your dragon was not as lucky. A strange sense of Deja vu hit as Hiccup called out to you. You and your dragon careened towards the earth. Falling atop a ship as a large net entangled you and your dragon rendering you unable to escape. In an instant a group of raiders swarmed you. With their weapons and nasty glares you struggled with each movement as your dragon squirmed and flung herself violently around. Not taking to kindly to being tied up on a boat full of humans who want to kill her.

You struggled some more but only stopped when your eyes made contact with the glare of one large raider. He towered over his companions, his ax dragged along the shipdeck as he approached you and your dragon.

Hiccup: (Y/N)!!! *he calls out to you in a panic as Toothless dives towards the ship*

As you closed your eyes preparing for the worst an oh so familiar dragonous cry emitted from the sky. . . but it wasn't from Toothless.

Instead of flashes of purple flame bright orange shots beamed from beyond the clouds. A black form swiftly dove past Toothless and Hiccup. A speed unlike what Hiccup has ever seen before. Unable to make out the creatures form only flashes of orange followed their trail. Toothless had nearly stopped in his tracks, almost launching Hiccup off his back in the process. Toothless was carefully eyeing the surrounding air, their curiosity almost overriding his desire to listen to his rider.

Hiccup: C'mon bud we have to help . . . .*his voice trails off as he stares in awe at the sight before him*

The raiders on the ship, no longer payed any mind to your trapped body and dragon. Their heads whipped around to try and spot the mysterious dragon that was shooting at their ship. The largest raider had even dropped his ax upon nearly getting stuck with a large orange ball of flame. Though the mystery would reveal themselves as they landed ontop of you and your dragon.

(Y/N): . . ..*shocked* . .  Scratch!

Scratch had come out of hiding. They stalked the raiders before them. Arched back and their tail whipping around, they didn't even need to bare fangs as their glowing orange eyes shot daggers into the raiders. Half of the crew fled, some even jumping overboard. The other half, freightned, slumped behind the largest member. Though anyone could see that even he was frightened at the sudden appearance of this new nightfury. With cautious steps, Scratch approached the startled raiders. Their claws scratching along the wooden shipdeck, they snarled, as their body started to glow a slight orange. For a moment it felt as if the world stopped. In that moment all eyes stared at the fearsome Night Fury who wanted nothing more than to tear apart the raiders that had caused harm to their new friends. Even Toothless and Hiccup, who had landed beside you were silent to Scratches presence. The silnce only broken once Scratch began to hiss and screetch, their body emitting a large blast of oarnge that was aimed directly at the raiders on the ship. A flash of orange and blue was all anyone saw before their eyes were shrouded by a flash of white.

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Thank you so so so much for the request @itsscromp I hope to write more about Scratch in the future!!! This is my first Night Fury OC so I hope you guys like em!!!

[inbabylontheywept]

Your writing style i think is think is my favorite thing in life right now. How did you develop it?

The short answer to that is by reading Calvin and Hobbes, Patrick McManus, Dave Barry, Douglas Adams, and Terry Pratchett and doing my best to incorporate their style and cadence into my own. The long answer to that would be my life story, which is very long indeed, and uh. Slightly in progress.

But that's my style. If you're asking for advice on how to develop your own writing style, my first bit of advice is going to be to imagine who past works you've read that have really, really stayed with you, then study those. Figure out what you liked about those, and then try playing with them. And be prepared for the results to be weird. I don't even like Cormac McCarthy, but I'd run into this thing where I started reading a line and then fifty pages later, I'd stop and go, what the fuck, where am I, who am I, am I Jason Bourne? So I tried figuring out what made his style do that to me and it was literally just how much the man hates commas. He uses tons of transition words to just keep his sentences rolling. I threw that into my works and it did wonders for the feeling of urgency.

I tried copying Sam Kriss's super ornate prose. Zero success. Still don't know how he does it. I liked the story that came out of it of it, but it's a totally different beast from what Sam makes. I tried making dialogue like Damalur, and I couldn't even bring myself to post the results. Beyond dog. 2/10 work on my end.

And as always, look at what you already do well, and lean into it. Some fields only care about what you do wrong. If you're an airplane mechanic, or a heart surgeon, or an OSHA inspector, your job is not making a single mistake. But writing is one of those jobs that's measured more about what you get right than what you get wrong, and people will tolerate a lot of weird minor annoying bullshit things if you can get even one or two little things extremely right. I mean, I fucking loved The Locked Tomb series (another writing style I could not imitate to save my life) but the books are just aggressively confusing, and the first book's plot is both too slow (at the start) and too fast (at the end) and basically just MacGuffin driven. Right? But it's great, because Tamsyn's narrative voice is amazing, and her aesthetic descriptions are amazing, and the inner worlds of the characters are depicted so vividly. It's a masterpiece. Three things extremely right and it's a masterpiece.

i'm rambling a little and it's late. Thanks for the ask, and thanks for the compliment. I hope you have a wonderful evening.

[cabi-leodrann]

Cabi! Big fan Joffrey here!

I wanted to ask, every time I see your art not only am I stunned by the quality, but also by the sheer uniqueness in style and character design. I've never seen a lamb designed quite like yours, it's so perfectly yours. What went into the inspiration behind the characters design, especially facially? Did you try and mimick a real lamb, or was there a more fantasy-element that you veered toward?

I can't specifically put my finger on it, but it gives me vague Warframe vibes. It's such a beautifully odd design and I can't get enough.

Love your work, love everything you do, can't wait to see what's next!

Hope you're well, stay safe, take care!

First of all, your ask is one of the biggest compliments I ever had in my life, I will keep it forever. You're an absolute chad! Second of all, those are very interesting questions, and I will be very happy to answer to them!

It started more or less with this drawing I made *look at the date* 2 years ago apparently. Way before I even thought of an AU- I didn't had much in mind, beside doing something that looked cool tbh.

I was very happy with the flow of it, and how it came out. And when I drew the Lamb again, I would try to nail THIS design.

The thing is, with time, I had a really big problem: Lamb looked way too young when I thought of them more as an adult. I had too much of the original game design guiding me, making a Lamb that was too cute and childlike for what I wanted. (And also, the head did not go well with the rest of the body holy shi-)

Came those drawings! I was happier with the look, Lamb was older! And I found the colored design quit nice! (I used a sheep picture as reference, but I don't think I used it well, compared to now. I used the reference for details, when I should have gone for overall shape first.) I still wanted something simpler to draw tho. The colored design was nice for an illustration, a one time gig, but I got pretty annoyed pretty fast at trying to nail the face every time. And from those attempt, you get the sketches on the right. (I also wanted to get away from other artiste's interpretation of Lamb, and at the time of those drawing, I didn't felt like I was away enough)

From those previous sketches, the idea for THaB started to emerge. I also still had problem with Lamb's design. Especially the hair. I was inspired by black hair, which is usually not a problem, but I was never happy with how it looked on Lamb specifically. I can draw black hair, I can draw black characters, but this mother-fucker would never feel satisfying to draw or finish 👀

And one day, as THaB was solidifying in my mind, I made a series of sketches that I posted! And one of them was the most important in Lamb's final design. This lil guy! (this design didn't came out of nowhere tho, Lamb was evolving into this as I kept trying. But I wont show those sketches, because those are spoilers =3)

And soon after, I made a comic that was supposed to only be a one shot, just a POV of Lamb and there reaction to Nari' telling them to die for him. But you know, things got out of hand lol

As I continued the comic and doodles on the side, I finally made myself a reference board, with real life images that were close to the vibe of this head drawing. (And I cannot stress enough how those references solidified Lamb's design as a whole. Draw with references, it is life changing. The more reference you get, the more your visual library will get diverse, and the more interesting detail and shape you will add to your art in general.) (I'd also add this: understand what you are drawing, make research and stay curious for every bit of info on everything. You never know when these nuggets of knowledge will help you as you create)

As I kept drawing the Lamb, they evolved! Things changed, slowly, like the shape of the nose, the shape of the eyes, how the hair flowed. You see those change at the face, but also on the body! As the idea of THaB's Lamb got clearer, the design got more specific. (I also got better at drawing! This comic make me draw way more often then before, and it shows)

Something before I finish: the other Cult of the Lamb character's design are way more inspired by their animals, when Lamb is more in the human spectrum. I thought of changing Lamb at some point, to make it fair/coherent, but I loved the design too much to change it again. This AU is something I do for fun, and even if it would have been more logical to change them... I don't want to-

As for the vague Warframe vibes: I play the game! And I found the character design absolutely stunning. So I am definitely influenced by the game without knowing it lol

Thank you very much, again, for your kind words! I also wish you the best, and see you next post =D

TL;DR: Lamb design, at first, wasn't inspired by much, beside the game and my style at the time. But as I retried to make them, added more intent, they got more refined. What really nailed the idea was to have real life references on the side.

[changbinsboobs]

* Timeframes for meeting their FS

Please

First things first, im shit with timeframes when reading tarot so this won't be straight forward answers, rather i think i'll be getting the energy of the time period they'll be in when they meet them but unless i specifically pick on something time-wise and say it - then i have no idea when they'll be meeting them.

"Timeframes" for Skz meeting their FS

Chan

Ok this is just a wild guess but i think it might be after skz disband or he in some way loses Skz. He'll be crying over this loss but my guy doesn't know that with closing this door another one opens. Again this is a guess, it could relate to other things too - the energy im seeing is that he loses something of value and grieves over it, but doesn't see what blessing is hiding just behind the corner. Oh also forgot to mention, this won't happen right away, thats the "activator" of their meeting, and during that transition period a few months may go by before they meet, although im not seeing much more than half a year AT MOST.

Lee Know

Ok, this is really interesting but im seeing him being extremely lucky and having already met his Soulmate (mind you not FS) years ago when he was younger and had no clue at all, and them life brought them apart. This is not really in the cards but rather my own personal feeling with this energy, that this is not his future spouse, so im susceptible to believe he either will not marry long into the future, or his FS is still undetermined, he won't marry at all or he will remarry, and thats why i may be reading on a second spouse, not the first. There's many possibilities here, do with that what u will.

Changbin

Ok this is a very unclear/difficult energy to read and im not picking on much other than that he's determined to find love and for him im actually seeing 1. a timeframe and 2. reaching financial success? So idk what to make of that. The timeframe shows 1 year. So he may have some sort of plan regarding his finances and he has put lots of energy into that till now, and still continues, but now his focus is also on love. Im seeing him already tapping, no being in the "energy field" of finding a soulmate/love, so maybe in a year something career or finance wise will happen, and that could be the "initiator" of their meeting to happen. This could be the last piece of the puzzle bringing him a certain feeling of security and peace of mind that might be missing right now. Im seeing things progressing very quickly too, in the matter of weeks after their first meeting, cuz my guy will eat her up and woo her as fast as he can.

Hyunjin

Ok this is also very interesting cuz i thought i'd be looking long into the future with those readings but till now, lots of them were actually kinda close energetically wise, except maybe for chan. But i guess it could be making sense cuz they're in their mid twenties and thats the time people already start getting married, and i guess they need to date for a while first if they're gonna get married in their thirties so it makes sense for them to be already close to meeting their fs or having already met them. Cuz meeting them at all doesn't always guarantee starting to date immediately yk. But anyways back to hyunjin😅 for him im seeing he either already met his FS a few weeks/months ago (like max. 3 months) or will be meeting them around that time in the future. But the thing with him is he would be absolutely clueless and either will have a bad impression of them or leave a bad impression on them...or both. Probably both😂 cuz im seeing him having this expectation for this to be some lifechanging experiwnce, fireworks firing, waterfalls falling, the world is singing around them - but in reality its not...not at all like that. He will probably be in a bit of an annoyed mood because of something else and his FS will catch him in a bad moment, and im seeing him being really defensive, sensitive, annoyed and just kind of dismissing towards them. As i said he'll be clueless that this could be his FS and probably act like a fool, and as said - leave a bad impression. This is just a hunch but i think between the initial meeting and them actually getting together is a bit of a gap, so yeah, as i said, just a sense but could be a few years or at least a couple few months before they get together.

Han

Omg another one with very present day energy. There's two possibilities. He either is running away from his FS currently, cuz he's just not ready for comittment, afraid of love and wants to keep his freedom and feel young - oooooorrrrr he's meeting them pretty pretty soon, like in the next like week or so, and he's meeting them in a very unpleasant situation. Im seeing him feeling very uncomfortable and anxious because of something, and them they come to his rescue and bring him a sense of balance and security, and breath some confidence into him. That would be the clues for their initial meeting - and im not quite sure which of the two versions apply for his case, so yeah

Felix

Oooohhhghhgc myyy godddd, those keep getting mire and more interesting. So for this one im pretty sure has not only already met them but actually been with them✨ what im seeing here that they were either having a fling or like just stepping into the first stages of dating etc. or they were in a full on committed relationship, but they had fights, couldn't get along and broke up leaving them both heartbroken. He has put that heartbreak into creativity. Not quite sure when that was taking place. Im getting months tho. Either the heartbreak took place a few months ago or they met around 3 months ago and they just recently broke up. Y'all should look out for the bangers that will come out of that heartbreak.😂🙌🏻✨🥲

Seungmin

No soulmates for him🥲💀 my guys just looking at the practicality and he's in thoughts who out of all his options should he choose (excuse mw how many do you have🤨) im seeing him being pretty comfortable but then once again im really uncertain between 2 scenarios, either first one is being he's already thinking about that and what(who) he should choose to deepen things with and get serious, orrrrrr, he feels like he should do that soon, but doesn't want to, so he enjoys his bachelor life a bit more as long as he can and then once he gets a few years older and has quenched his thirst his choosing quickly just "the next best thing" and is getting married. Wow. His readings always shock me so much.

I.N

That one's quite a bit into the future im seeing around 4 years from now, and they'll be meeting when he's in a really bad place mentally. Im seeing him going through a life-changing stage of his life, kind of like an awakening or dark night of the soul. Not necessarily in the spiritual sense but just his state of being, or even his physical life suddenly transforms so quickly he doesnt even know where it hit him from. And he'll have A LOT to deal with internally and even externally, it will be quite the process for him but at the end he'll reach "enlightenment" (or just the next, more conscious, stage of his life) and his FS will pop up out of nowhere. As his little gift✨

* Also surprisingly this went down much easier than i thought, i think i got quite some details and quite a few timeframes, didn't expect that honestly. Not complaining😌

[dr5amatic]

AT THE GATES ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from the novel a reaper at the gates by sabaa tahir. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, and violence. change verbiage as needed.

no harm shall befall you. i vow it.

i fear what you will do if harm comes to those whom you love.

i would destroy anyone who dared hurt you.

your heart is made to love. to give. not to take.

it's stupid to fall for a once-dead ghost-talker, i don't care how pretty he is.

who took him? tell me!

talk or die.

unless you're a fool, you'll agree that death would be preferable. i will make it swift.

i could never mourn them. i wasn't allowed to.

you nearly got yourself killed. is that not enough?

you have much to learn, and i do not know how much time i have to teach you.

go or don't, doesn't matter to me. but stop being woeful and useless. i don't have the patience for it.

you didn't ask for assassination. you asked for destruction, and destruction takes time.

you don't have to tell me if you don't wish to.

you don't have to come with me.

not a chance. never again. where you go, i go.

you will fail, usurper.

i thought we would have more time. i thought we'd find a way out for you.

i don't want to let you go. not yet. not so soon.

you are cruel, [name], to give a girl all she desires only to tear it away.

this isn't the end for us, [name]. do you hear me? this is not our end.

you've never been a liar. don't start now.

why are you lurking out there? are you spying on me?

you destroyed my life. you could have saved them. you—you monster.

what of you, [name]? are you not a monster?

fare thee well, [name]. i will see you once more before your end.

tell me what's going on. i can decide whether it concerns me or not.

how the hells are we going to get out of here?

i won't make a promise i can't keep, and neither should you.

any other threats? discussions you wish to waste my time with? none? good. then lets get the hells out of here.

you are new to your power, but that does not mean you do not have it.

i'm not going anywhere with you, not until you tell me who you are.

if i answer one question, will you stop being so annoying and let me get you to a safe house?

why did you not listen to me, [name]. why did you not learn?

what is the point of having muscles if you cannot carry things for others?

she penned a play. i can feel it. don't act the part she's written for you.

why are we not fighting back? night won't fall for hours. we need to use the light that remains.

first, you need to eat. you're irritable and i don't like talking to irritable people.

i can be your ally, or i can be your enemy.

we leave in an hour. come along or stay. it doesn't matter to me.

you must have a guard with you at all times. not because you are incapable, but because you must show your strength. there is strength in numbers.

what, you don't want to pass the time in conversation with me? i'm hurt.

who did this to you?

you're not dead, and you're not going to die. do you hear me? you're going to live. you're going to find whoever did this to you. you're going to make them pay. get up. get to safety.

i'll never let go of what i fought so hard to keep.

stay with me. you don't have to speak. all you have to do is stay awake.

off to get yourself killed again so soon?

i heard you got stabbed. thought i'd come yell at you for allowing it to happen.

some guard you make. you were fast asleep.

i don't know your secrets and so i cannot protect you when others try to ferret them out.

if you didn't need protection, it would be because no one saw you as a threat. needing protection is not a weakness. refusing to trust your allies is.

we're dying out here! while you dine on roast fowl and fresh fruit in a tower that doesn't belong to you.

you are so stupid! you're the only one i have. the only one left! did you even consider that before running into a burning building?

you do not know the weight of the crown. you could never understand.

will it always be chaos for us, [name]? will things never be normal?

if... if i change... if i seem different, remember that i love you. no matter what happens to me. say you'll remember, please—

you seek counsel. i am honor bound to offer it. sit, please. i will speak with you.

no one is safe. have you not yet learned this lesson?

we will see each other again. i swear it.

i'll make my own way. i don't need you.

why do you care so much what happens to me?

there are men back there who were counting on me, and i left them.

mercy, [name]. that is my order. i do not deserve it. i do not even wish it. but you'll give it to me anyway. because you're good.

you dare put those you love before all of humanity? you dare be so selfish?

no need for that. i didn't drag you through a hundred miles of caves so your first act upon waking would be to stab me.

you came for me. you dragged me from the claws of death himself. you have more good in you than you will ever acknowledge.

[cloneximio-877]

wemmjoice fic that doesn't have a name yet because I'm bad at naming things. enjoy!

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It gets darker. Bright sun, giant shining cube, is moving closer to the line of horizon, and Wemmbu stops for a moment to look at it. They'll need to start heading home soon. There is sound of steps nearby, not those of zombies, not yet. A second later there is fabric being put on his shoulders. Wemmbu turns around - Rejoice looks at him, hand letting go of his jacket; Wemmbu's hands immediately fall on it instead, keeping it from falling on the ground, and their fingers almost touch in mid-movement.

- What? - he asks, unmoving; he doesn't know how to react.

- It's getting cold, - Rejoice answers simply, and Wemmbu scoffs.

- I'm not fragile, bro, I don't need it.

- But it would be warmer with it.

And Wemmbu rolls his eyes, but puts his hands into sleeves and buttons a jacket up. It does feel warmer with it on, and the fabric does feel nice when he touches it. But - it's not necessary.

He doesn't understand Rejoice giving him things he didn't ask for. Just giving, without any real need. Just to share, just to make the day feel better.

- It looks good on you, - Rejoice says. - Makes you look... more peaceful. A bit domestic, even.

And Wemmbu doesn't answer, because - what can he say? That this is stupid? That he can't get too relaxed, that he's created to fight, to be careful and scared of? He knows Rejoice wouldn't agree.

The walk back is silent, but Rejoice's presence is comforting. His steps aren't fast, aren't hurried, sounding relaxed, like he's enjoying the walk, solid and confident. And it's nice to hear them, to have this signal that he's alright and near.

Monsters slowly start to appear, murmur of zombies, clacking of skeletons' bones, hissing of spiders with their bright red eyes staring at you from the dark. Wemmbu gets in front of Rejoice - reflexive, familiar motion, - ready to protect him, but Rejoice takes out his own sword and gets in the battle, too. If you can even call it that - all it takes is just a few hits, and monsters are more annoying than actually dangerous to any of them. Rejoice turns to him as they are both freeing their inventories from useless loot.

- That was sweet of you to try to protect me, but I don't really need it. I'd rather prefer to fight alongside you than hide behind your back.

And, for some reason, it makes Wemmbu feel warmth somewhere in his chest.

They walk through the door of brightly-lit house together, and Egg looks at them, at blue-and-red jacket on Wemmbu's shoulders, and lets out some stupid jokes Wemmbu doesn't even bother listening to. But then, later, in a darkness of a room with the lights turned off, Rejoice puts his hand on Wemmbu's cheek, holding his face as if going to kiss him, thumb tracing his jaw slowly, and says "goodnight" in such a soft voice, that Wemmbu thinks: maybe there was some truth in Egg's words.

There's nothing more than that - a short moment of closeness and Rejoice steps back.

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Rejoice plants flowers around his house - actually, Egg and Loppezz do too, all three of them running around together, flowers and bonemeal going from hands to hands. Wemmbu looks at it from a distance and doesn't join them, continuing with farming instead. Someone has to get them all food for dinner, after all.

Rejoice comes to find him half an hour later, when, Wemmbu assumes, they already finished with whatever they were doing. He looks at Rejoice, clothes and hair messy, dirt on his pants and sleeves, flowers in his hands and smile, happy and warm and wide on his face, and couldn't find it in himself to scold him for wasting time for nothing.

- Stand still for a moment, - Rejoice asks, and Wemmbu does. Rejoice's careful hands put flowers in his hair, one after one, a few small, light-blue ones, one big sunflower, and then a few different smaller ones, pink and red and lavender, near. Fingers are brushing against his skin, putting strands of his hair behind ears, every movement slow and precise, as if it's not just joking around, but creating a piece of art on his head. Wemmbu doesn't even notice himself holding his breath, standing completely still as if afraid to mess it up by careless movement. At last, Rejoice steps back and looks him over.

- Now we're matching! All of us, Egg and Loppezz also put flowers in their hair. Sunflowers are obviously my flower, Egg chose-

And Wemmbu listens to him and smiles, small and barely noticeable. And he feels like an idiot, enjoying it, enjoying being included, being cared for.

He doesn't take flowers out until he gets to bed, staring at himself in the mirror before touching them. It's- there's something in the way he changes every time he gets close to someone, becomes part of another team. The way his sense of style changes, him taking others' dressing habits and mixing them into his one and not even noticing it, the way more and more of things he's carrying around, on his body or in his inventory, becomes gifts from important people. And- it makes him feel vulnerable, showing his attachments so openly, getting affected so easily, and it's harder to be this open now. But - his friends don't tease him because of this, and he never cared about enemies' opinions anyways - just kill them, and they'll never say a word to you again. So, he takes flowers away carefully - light-blue ones, symbolising Egg, pink and red and lavender, symbolising Loppezz, and a few sunflowers - Rejoice.

Flowers get put away into his enderchest. Just the time to replace destroyed and lost sentimental stuff with a bunch of new one.

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It's boring - there's no one attacking them, no one to fight, and Wemmbu long since forgot how to live not in-between on never-ending battles, when he actually has time for more than just survival. And he's restless and anxious instead of enjoying it. And he sort of feels like there's no use for him, no function to perform, and doing any other activities feels alien to him. He remembers how, and his old reflexes are still here, too, and his hands and legs move the way they should as he plants seeds or chomps wood or mines in search for coal. But it makes him feel weird, like there's something wrong with all that; like some wires in his brain get crossed the wrong way and now the whole system is lagging.

Rejoice joins him most of the time, which, he admits, makes it much easier: it fucks up with his brain much more when he's left alone, reminder of exp civilization days. And, he admits, sometimes he's even seeking his company. And, this one he doesn't want to admit even to himself, it's easier with him that it is with Egg, now.

- Actually, there's a thing I wanted to say for a long time, - Rejoice says once, when they're going through forest in search for some type of wood Egg needed for building. Wemmbu turns to him with questioning look.

- Thank you for letting me tag along. Like, for taking me with you and letting be the part of a team even after escaping.

- You're welcome, buddy, - Wemmbu answers, easily. - I'm just repaying you after all you did. Like, we wouldn't be here if not for you. I definitely wouldn't be here.

They walk a little more, and Wemmbu adds:

- I think it actually should be me who is thanking you.

And Rejoice looks at him, confused, for a few moments. And Wemmbu doesn't know why is he making steps towards him, he, who usually abandons people and places so easily. But - maybe there's something here. Maybe he reminds him of himself, building and trying to protect empire that was meant to be destroyed from the very beginning; desperate to any human connection, an attack dog having nothing else in his life other that "kill" and "retrieve" and "rob". And maybe he even sort of gets - even if calls it stupid out loud - him staying alone in a dead civilization, one-to-one with a silence, protecting it even when there's nothing but shell of what it was once.

And in the next moment, Rejoice smiles, hesitant and small, but so genuine. And Wemmbu thinks - yeah, maybe it's worth it, trying to be nice, trying to let closer.

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Egg pulls his fishing rod - catches a fish, puts it into his inventory, casts again. Wemmbu sits near, and there's still not sign of water moving near his one, meanwhile Egg got no less than five fish and a bow. He sighs. His awful luck again.

It's... a little tense between him and Egg. They see each other every day, do things together every day, talk every day, but it's still more distant that it was before, like there's some gap between them. Wemmbu tries to pretend he doesn't notice it. They joke around and fight together and do the same stuff they used to, and he laughs and leans to Egg like he used to, but it's like- like he couldn't really feel relaxed around him, still.

But that's fine. He knows it would be fine. Both of them want to fix it, are fixing it, so it would be fine.

- So? Why did you want to talk privately? Rejoice really wanted to join too, you know, - Wemmbu asks, finally, because silence gets unbearable and he's bored and a little anxious.

- I was thinking about starting line, - Egg answers. - But, like, wow. You actually can't shut up about him. Really proving a point I'm about to make.

- What?

- You are so fucking into him, it's actually painful to watch.

- What? Wait- what- what the fuck?

- I was actually going to say that. Ahem. Out of all people you had whatever the fuck it was going on, he's the only one I approve of.

- What.

- I'm saying, I give you my approval. He's a nice man. And he actually cares about you. For once.

And Wemmbu stares at him, dumbfounded.

- Rejoice?

Egg nods.

- But we're- like- we're not a thing. We aren't dating.

- You aren't? Jesus fucking Christ. - Egg says. - Then it's only a matter of time until you are. And when you are, I want you to know that, like. As your friend, I think he'd actually be good for you, unlike, like, Zam. Like. Go for it, man! I support you.

Wemmbu's face is in his hands, and he sighs, loudly, not even sure what he's feeling and what expression he's trying to hide here.

- It's- like- it's so awkward, this "romance talk" thing you're trying to do, - he mumbles. Stays silent for few moments. Adds: - Reminds me of Pangi during that Sky Civilization thing.

And they talk, and Wemmbu tells him about sky civ, something he barely even mentioned before, something he didn't see purpose in telling about, and for some reason, words are falling down so easily from his tongue. And Egg listens, and comments on his "awful fucking taste in man, Jesus Christ" when he mentions Straight. And he suggests to do their own sleepover as soon as Wemmbu says they never got to have one with Pangi and Wato. And Wemmbu laughs and shrugs the suggestion, but he knows that he'll agree if Egg asks again.

And he misses Pangi and Wato, but he has a new friend group now. And he knows that he can still see them in future; as long as they all are alive and on the same server, their roads are sure to cross again, so it's alright.

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Wemmbu looks at the way Rejoice blooms under the sun, under open sky and fresh air and freedom. The way he becomes more confident, in movements, in speech, getting less awkward and careful around rest of the group. The way his skin becomes a healthier colour, his hair looks less fragile, shining under the light and curling a little at the ends, freckles appearing on his face and neck and hands. The way he starts to smile more - and oh, how Wemmbu loves his smiles: small, with corners of lips curving a little; wide grins, open and happy, full of overwhelming emotion; these soft, intimate smiles he gives Wemmbu specifically.

And there's this something between them that blooms slowly as well. It's in touches, in looks, in sentences stopped in the middle, in all these unsaid words that stay hung in the air. And - it's stupid, he's done it before, dates and kisses and sex, walking out of emperor's bedroom and getting glances from knights, hand on his waist demonstrating that he's someone's, everyone knowing that he's someone's. He's done being emperor's boytoy and ruler's first hand's little secret and something to a man he was supposed to be a disciple of, only to turn out to be a gear in this little machine, plan of his. But - it was never called love, and it was never called dating, and none of them ever actually asked him out, and he never did it himself, too. And - he doesn't know how to start it right.

And - it seems like Rejoice is hesitant, too: all the times he stepped back from him as if suddenly realizing something, moving away, stopping talking mid-sentence. It all slows down, bumping into some invisible wall in the space between them. But it doesn't make them steps back, only stay at this point, stumble on the same block of ground awaiting for some imaginary door to open; Rejoice is still ever-present in everything Wemmbu does, and Wemmbu leans on him, both in "joining him every time he sees him" and literally. He notices himself doing this thing he did with Egg back in colony - becoming more physical with him. And with Egg it's normal and usual and everyone knows they're best friends, they are like this, but it's weird to realize Rejoice becomes as close and important to him as Egg, that he grows attached, and it's embarrassing as fuck to notice all this in himself.

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Rejoice starts courting him - Wemmbu couldn't find better words to describe it. Giving him compliments and gifts, food and flowers and little hand-made pieces of jewelry. Wemmbu didn't accept flowers from him back then, in that old underground civilization, but he reluctantly accepts all this stuff. It's the first time he actually decorates himself in any way after breaking up with Zam; first time he sort of puts some effort into his appearance, after betrayal and trying to get revenge and spending his days just surviving and searching for Egg and fighting and fighting and fighting. Weapons don't need jewelry and don't need to be pretty to do their job; a man who barely manages to survive in never-ending conflicts cares more about not dying from hunger or untreated wound then about having nice clothes, and a man who only cares about hurting others barely thinks about caring about himself.

Rejoice says he looks nice with little pendants or rings or bracelets or pins and flowers in his hair, and it sort of makes him remember the time when he had money and home and place by emperor's side, always safe, always his, waiting for him and only him. When he would think about colours and patterns of fabric and complimenting his clothes nicely, to demonstrate his status - and also because he could and it was nice. And how amount of thing he can do and things he feels good doing got smaller and smaller and smaller.

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Rejoice likes new things: trees he haven't seen, spent so much time staying in one place, new animals, new plants, new views, new food. Wemmbu likes showing him these things - he tells himself it's a basic human empathy (surprise! he has it too), and this man lost so much time and so many chances and experiences that he just feels the need to somewhat compensate.

(He doesn't let himself relate to this feeling. He doesn't let himself think about similarity between two of them.)

Rejoice moves second plate to his side - Wemmbu moves it back. Rejoice looks at him with questioning eyes and moves it again.

- Try it, it's really nice! - he says with this cheerful voice that's asking him to join.

- If so, better to have more to yourself, isn't it? - Wemmby raises his eyebrow.

- Yes, but I also want you to have it too! What's so good in having a nice thing if you can't even share it with friend? Don't you also enjoy tasty food? Pleasant smells? Beautiful views?

- Bro, I don't care about any of this, - Wemmbu shrugs. - Who cares about food tasting good? All it's used for is filling the saturation, come on. Healing lost health, keeping you from dying from starvation.

- But what about enjoyment? About having fun and joy and whimsy in your life?

Wemmbu doesn't answer this, only scoffs and lays back in his seat. His hunger bar is almost full, his health bar is full, they aren't under attack and it would be a loss to waste food, precious resource, to fill just half a point.

- You know, it's not only about efficiency, - Rejoice starts, then, after waiting in silence. - And it's not only about saving resources and keeping yourself at optimal condition to fight. There's more to this.

- And what is this "more"?

- You're more than a body to be used in a battle.

"You don't mean it", - he almost says, immediate defensive reaction, and he bites his tongue to keep himself silent. But oh, how Wemmbu hopes he does.

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Rejoice tries to make him eat something other than steak and golden carrots and golden apples when they are in battle, slowly, as if trying not to scare away a stray cat. Wemmbu isn't a stray cat in need if adoption, and he also isn't oblivious and knows Rejoice doesn't just "suddenly decide to" cook "not" specifically for him and it isn't "just a coincidence" he only offers food to him and no one else. Still, he does take it.

- So, how is it? - Rejoice asks him in anticipation, and Wemmbu is a little sorry to say it to him as it is.

- I don't know, man. Not really different from other stuff. I barely feel taste of food, I told you.

Rejoice gets visibly upset at this (and Wemmbu feels bad, and then he's surprised he's still able to feel bad for others). But then his expression shifts, something new appearing on his face (and Wemmbu stares at the way his eyes open a little wider, his eyebrows knitting, small movements of corners of his lips; he doesn't know why he enjoys just watching him, just learning more about him, just observing changes within him).

- Still, it's better for you to vary your ration. I- like, I was there, too, having the same small amount of things in my life, getting numb, eating same things, seeing same things, over and over again. But I got out, and I'm so happy to be out of it! I don't get why you purposefully keep yourself in the cage.

Wemmbu stays silent.

- You do so much to help me live a normal life again, and I just want you to return to normal living too.

Rejoice says he likes him being more peaceful. Rejoice says he wants to see him finally relax, to see him enjoying some activity, finding new hobbies, to see other sides of him than "keeping everything to himself" soldier. Rejoice says he likes his short "slips" to someone caring and protective and sentimental.

He doesn't say "I care about you" or "I love you", but these words are here, in the air, so obvious and almost tangible.

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They do a sleepover a few days later. Which is silly: they live not even just in a walking distance - almost next to each other. But Wemmbu, stupidly, still feels this weird fulfillment.

No one gets attacked before they all gather in a big house they used as a communal living place for first few days after getting here. No one betrays and leads some sort of enemies' army here, no one leaves without a word, and nothing happens to make their small group fall apart.

- Sleepover activity time! - Rejoice annouces, and for whatever reason everyone else agrees that first "sleepover activity" they should do is combing each other's hair. Which somehow turns into braiding Wemmbu's hair, and for whatever reason they get into the line to do it, one after one.

Loppezz's hands are surprisingly gentle as they comb through Wemmbu's tangled hair.

- I don't understand. Why me? - he sighs, but it's more for the show that any sort of actual annoyance.

- Because you have the longest hair out of all of us, bro, - Egg answers.

- And it's more fun to do things with longer hair, - Loppezz adds. - More room to unleash your creativity!

- I'm not sure I want you to "unleash your creativity" on my hair, - Wemmbu grimaces, and though Loppezz can't see his face, she definitely hears it in his voice.

- Don't worry, I'll be careful with your precious hair, - Loppezz promises, then. - It would be a waste to destroy hair this long. Which you're doing yourself already, by the way. It needs better care than this.

She tugs on his hair, lightly but still very much sensible. He turns to face her and they break combing routine to bicker and get into unserious fight (with pillows! because Rejoice says every sleepover must have a pillow fight).

But Loppezz is right, and she is good at what she's doing, too: her movements are careful, and it doesn't hurt when she gets rid of tangles and brushes his hair and divides it into strands. The end result looks good, too, pretty tight and not starting to fall apart as soon and she lets go of it.

- Looks good! - Rejoice comments.

- Better than what you do, - Wemmbu tells Egg and gets expected "ungrateful!" as a response.

Egg does his hair next ("It's stupid, - Wemmbu comments. - Why do we do and undo my hair. What's the point of even braiding it only to undo five seconds later. Why"). It's familiar, and it's so, so comforting to have this familiarity, to have his fingers in his hair and feel experience and skill in their movements and think about how he got this skill. Remember how rough and clumsy they were in the beginning, back in the colony days; how comforting this little routine, ritual, was for him after Zam's betrayal; how Egg had to learn how to cut hair and how to deal with hair much shorter than he was used to afterwards.

- Finished, - Egg murmurs, but none of them wants to move away. Wemmbu leans back a little, wanting for this closeness and intimacy to last a little longer.

It takes Loppezz quite literally moving Egg away for him to finally give place to Rejoice.

- I don't know, I don't- I'm not confident I can do it good, - Rejoice says, suddenly hesitating. Wemmbu tilts his head back to look at him, resting it on Rejoice's laps.

- Oh, come on! It can't be that bad. Just get it over with.

Instead of his hair, Rejoice's hands move to his face, moving away his bangs, getting behind his ears, sliding across his cheeks. Wemmbu can feel his face getting redder and it's a really inconvenient angle to stare at Rejoice, but he enjoys it a little too much to let his embarrassment destroy it.

- Come on, - Wemmbu repeats after a few heartbeats, so loud in his ears. - I get that you enjoy having me so close, but I really want to get it done already.

Now it's Rejoice who's blushing, and he looks good, cheeks and nose and ears red and eyes locked on him, and Loppezz somewhere at his side is complaining, tired of their shit, so, Wemmbu is more than satisfied. He sits up, giving Rejoice a clear sign to start, and tapping his foot in impatience.

Rejoice is clearly inexperienced in this, but he's also hesitant and too careful to not hurt him. So, the process is slow, but not painful, at least. Resulting braid is really loose, but ribbon on it's end holds it tight. Rejoice gets out for few minutes to get flowers for it ("Why do you need to add flowers literally everywhere?" - "I like flowers! Missed seeing them just grow freely all around"), and then it's finally finished.

Wemmbu leaves it be for the rest of the evening. They play card games and talk about stupid shit and try each other's clothes and they get into one really long bed (few beds moved together), but before Wemmbu could pick a place and fall down on the sheets, Rejoice call him to get outside for a moment. And he thinks he knows what is happening. (But. But. He can't not be a little paranoid about it.)

He walks outside with Rejoice - it's peaceful, darkening sky, pink clouds, lanters around lighting up, quiet ruffle of tree leaves, but Wemmbu is careful.

Nothing happens. Rejoice turns to him (and the setting sun lights up his face, his features, his hair, and he looks majestic) and talks and talks and talks about something that doesn't matter and clearly isn't the key here.

- Can you get to the point? - Wemmbu asks, interrupting him.

Rejoice gets closer to him. Looks right into his eyes. Gets his hand on Wemmbu's face, moves underneath, fingers caressing his skin, to hold his chin. He stands like this, hesitant. Wemmbu rolls his eyes.

- Why must I take everything into my hands, - he complains, but there's no much actual annoyance. - Just kiss me already, dude, it's not that complicated.

He watches Rejoice's eyes widen, then narrow, forming this soft, lovestruck expression.

- You know, I... when we just met, I felt like we immediately clicked. It just felt so right and so easy, to be with you, to talk to you, to fight with you, - Rejoice starts again, and Wemmbu is opening his mouth to complains, but Rejoice shuts him up with a palm against his lips (Wemmbu thinks about licking it for a moment and the decides against it). - But that's why I was so scared to change it. I was afraid to lose the first friendship I had since the Mafia. Probably the closest friendship I had on this server.

Rejoice's palm leaves his face, getting replaced by lips pushing against his. Rejoice is bad at kissing, but it's not like Wemmbu cares, euphoric just from the fact that this is finally happening. With how passionate both of them are about it, Wemmbu is sure the skill issue will be fixed in no time.

- I love you, - Rejoice says, simple and so full of happiness and admiration.

- I know. It was pretty obvious, - Wemmbu says as an answer, because he doesn't know how to make himself say the same thing. - So. Do you want to, like. Start dating?

- Yes! - Rejoice exclaims immediately. - Yes, yes, yes!

And in the next second Wemmbu is lifted from the ground, held tightly by Rejoice's hands and pressed to Rejoice's chest, and spun around together with him.

- Hey, how about putting me back to the ground?

- I can't even carry my freshly-gotten boyfriend back into house?

And Wemmbu rolls his eyes, but wraps his hands around Rejoice's shoulders and lets himself be held by someone else.

This night they pick beds next to each other. Despite being sure that they asleep just near, Wemmbu wakes up pressed to Rejoice's side, with his own hands and legs wrapped around him and his body almost fully moved to the other's bed. Well. It's not like Wemmbu doesn't like it.

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Wemmbu is more than exited with his newfound boyfriend privileges. It's like something snaps in his head; some door that was previously closed gets opened, wide, lock falling down and heavy weight moved. Now it's unlikely something would be able to close it again.

He was clingy, maybe annoyingly so, before; now he stops stopping himself and barely leaves Rejoice at all, glued to his side. Head resting on shoulder during breaks or chin on top of his head to annoy him a little, side to side as they're discussing plans or just having a conversation, hands and legs around Rejoice as they sleep, crawling onto his laps as they're having a dinner or "team time" in house and sticking his tongue at Egg once he starts complaining. Shouldn't have helped them get together if he didn't want to witness them actually be together now.

Wemmbu forgets all the shame (as if he ever had it) and embarrassment (this one is closer) and just. Lets it go. Lets himself do what he wants. Wears Rejoice's clothes around the house. Tries cooking what Rejoice seemed to enjoy. Kisses him and leans on him and tries out all the sickenly sweet nicknames he can come up with (mostly to annoy Egg and Loppezz). He's experimenting with stuff. Seeing how far can he go. Seeing what else can he now do and what would be fun.

[d34dlysinner]

Hellllllllllllo! I'm your friendly neighborhood enthusiastic enthusiasm enthusiast, and I'd like to make a request. The kings on a sugar rush or very hyper/caffeinated. I need this.

(Honestly don't know how to start writing this, just because I think that them being hyper would probably cause way more chaos in hell than they already have)

Satan seemed very hyper one day in Hell, no one knew how since he's pretty tolerant to a lot of things he eats or gets in contact with. But that day his usually sad and resting or happy and upbeat self seemed very energetic. He ditched his motorcycle and just went around on foot. He had a smile on his face most times of that day. When he kicked someone, like he usually does, they flee way further than intented. And when you were resting in a café, having tea with Sitri he'd barge in through the wall without a care to take you away and spend some more time with him.

Mammon being hyper would result in him being heard everywhere. He could be running around and the demons in the golden castle would hear loud "THUMP" noises the entire day. It definitely made Bimet mad for a while since he couldn't focus counting his gold coins for that day. So Bimet went to check it out, with the intention of scolding the person who made that ruckus. When he saw that it was his king he changed his goal to make his king tired so he can count in peace later. Valefor and Eligos would be called in to help him. In the end it all ends up with them all being knocked out because the day was too hectic.

Beel being hyper wasn't any different from how he usually acts. Most probably won't see, but Bael did notice slight changes like him not sitting at all that entire day. He also seemed to be able to run for hours on end without even panting. And at times his speech gets very fast unlike his usually relaxed voice. Bael who's tired from doing his kings work became way more tired after having conversations with his king.

Bael: ... What did you eat Beel?

Beel: Huh? Cake!

Bael: -_-... What was in that cake?

Beel: just some *insert a list of weird ingredients*

Bael: you know what... I don't want to know. I need to do the work you never finish.

Beel would also go all the way to Gehenna to take you away.

Leviathan being hyper was a weird occasion. Weird enough for Hades to call it a curse.The king was constantly annoyed, but that in combination with a lot of energy. Foras could have a question to ask his king and his king would sigh and dismiss him saying that he'd do it himself. Leviathan would do that with any question he got that day. Eventually the demons of Hades were all worried that their king was doing too much. They'd either try to help in secret or they wouldn't ask anymore questions that day in fear of giving him more work.

Foras was too distraught that he couldn't help. He even thought of weird scenarios that could've caused the state his king was in.

Barbatos would notice that Leviathan's usually elegant handwriting was shaky and almost unreadable.

Glasyalabolas would notice the longer rows of demons being hanged, including a little blonde haired demon that would try to escape and yell that he'll take Leviathans essence.

Lucifer being hyper was a special occasion for the demons in Paradise Lost. It doesn't look like he's hyper, but he's definitely speaking way more than he normally does. It was like someone answered the demons calls and just put a speaking curse on Lucifer.

This nice curse eventually became a worry for the demons since they think that something was wrong with Lucifers health. Eventually it turned to fear since there's power behind Lucifers words. And a single command could probably start chaos in Paradise Lost.

Buer: what could've caused this?

Marbas: maybe we should do some tests?

Morax: Tests are unnecessary. We just need to make sure that he doesn't make any commands.

(As an extra: just some hc for the 2 unreleased demon kings)

Belphegor being hyper just means that he's tiring to deal with (said Gusion) at the same time it was refreshing to see the king do all things on his own. But it'll turn into the king confining himself in his room for a longer duration.

Asmodeus being hyper meant that Dantalian had no chance getting to heaven to get beat up since his king would stop him before he even thought of him. This would piss Dantalian off enough to go to Gehenna himself and get you to distract the king.

[rinkkuma]

୨୧ SUPER SHY

ft. sae itoshi

tags. highschool au, a bit of cussing, gn!reader, the word ‘pretty’ is used but i still believe they're gn, all fluff ! / author's note. based on the song, super shy by newjeans!! another no skip album from the newjeans girlies!!! :3 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. proofread, but i'm dumb and notice errors a month after i post something so </3 is he ooc? probably, but i love him so it doesn't matter

“do you even think he even knows my name?” you pout as ask your long time best friend, mai, if she thinks sae itoshi, someone you've developed a tiny crush on, at least knows your name.

you've sat in front of him since the beginning of the school year in your math class, but never mustering up enough courage to talk to him. (you personally think you've “talked” to him when he asked you for a pencil, but mai thinks otherwise, “it only counts when you actually have a full on conversation with him.” she tells you.)

“hmm, typically i'd say yes because of how long we've been in school, but you haven't even talked to him. ever. so, no.” mai smirks, she's sure he knows your name because of attendance being taken verbally daily, but decides to tease you so you finally decide to talk to him.

“you know for a best friend, you're really great at reassuring me.” you sarcastically say as your dramatically lean back into your chair.

mai was actually great at comforting and reassuring people, but at this moment in time, she seems very annoyed that you haven't made any moves on sae and seems to be pushing you to more and more to everyday.

mai laughs before confidently saying, “i know!” with a flip to her hair.

you have no idea if you're dreaming or not.

did you really just get paired up with the sae itoshi for the upcoming partner quiz?

did the gods finally answer your prayers every time there was a partner quiz to get paired up with him?

honestly, you could care less the reason. but you swear this is a dream and your heart started racing so fucking fast the moment your teacher said your's and sae's name in one sentence.

you swear you're about to pass out when sae gives you a small nod as he moves to the seat next to you so it's easier for the two of you to work together. wait—did he just give you a small smile too?

fuck him for being so pretty and smelling so good. it is so hard to concentrate on your review for the quiz while sitting next to him. you hope he doesn't see your side glances every few seconds and how your face is ever so slightly burning up.

“hey, you okay? you've barely done any problems..” sae suddenly says, breaking the awkward silence as he looks at your paper.

“yeah!” you nearly jump at his words and immediately sit up, composing yourself as best as you can before turning your attention to your practically blank paper.

sae chuckles before placing his paper on your desk for you to copy his work. who knew the genius (on the field and academically) would let someone copy his work?

“you're a mess,” he laughs, how dare he laugh at you and how dare he point out how flustered you were. “but you're cute, y/n.”

you swear you stop functioning.

sae has been on your mind all the time after getting paired up with him. he even starts talking to you in class even after he's not required to. he's a little bolder than he gives off to be. maybe you're being delusional, but is he ever so slightly flirting with you?

but, nonetheless sae is actually a sweetheart and even starts hangs out with you at lunch, (and buys you lunch if you ever forget yours!) and walks you home from school.

“hey.” sae muttered as he plopped down next to you at the lunch table.

“hi.” you say, as you swallow a bite of your food. the food was actually his from home, but he insisted on giving you his and it would be fine and that he could just buy something from the cafeteria.

coincidentally, the cafeteria was selling something you didn't particularly enjoy, so you were grateful sae gave you his. but, still denying it at first about how you didn't want to take his because of how frequently he buys you lunch.

weird, you swear you're luck has increased like crazy ever since you started hanging out with sae, getting higher scores on tests, (he's been studying with you when you're having trouble on a unit) and getting things you've been talking about wanting for a while out of the blue. (he's the person you've been ranting about wanting these things and he secretly places them in your locker the next day)

hey, maybe he was a lucky charm. and he was stupidity handsome too. and he had the sweetest personality ever, and—

you feel that you only fall for him more everyday. you were so fucking shy around him at first, but now you feel comfortable around him, hell even at the level of comfortable-ness you feel with mai.

sae itoshi was odd, but he was special.

it's been a while since you became friends with sae. summer was nearing and your relationship friendship is at an all time high.

one day though, sae asks you to meet up with him at a nearby park; a park that you enjoyed visiting while on walks, the flowers still somehow just as beautiful as when they first bloomed even as the heat reels in.

you throw on a cute outfit before heading out to meet sae. it wasn't strange that sae brought you to breathtakingly beautiful spots, but this one felt particularly special.

“hey.” sae greets in his stupidity smooth voice. he looks as handsome as ever, except his hair a little different which makes him look all the more handsome.

he's sitting on a bench under a flower tree that has lost a majority of its petals, somehow it still looks beautiful.

“hi.” you wave and smile before taking a seat next to him under the tree.

“so, why'd you bring me here today?” you know why, simply just sitting and talking was sae's favorite way to spend time with you, but something inside you urges you to ask.

“just the normal, i guess.” he shrugs, before ushering you to start talking about whatever was on your mind.

whenever it was gossip, something that has been bothering you, or a new show you started watching, sae loved listening to you talk. he looked at you with the most intense expression ever while you blabbed on about whatever, carefully listening to every word that comes out of your pretty mouth.

he isn't even listening anymore. something about you today that just.. makes him stop listening. you looked so fucking pretty today. don't get the wrong idea—he thought you looked pretty everyday, but something about you today that pushes him to finally say the words he's been dying to tell you for a while now.

“earth to sae—hey! are you even listening?” you call out to him, your voice snapping him out of the trance.

how long was he not responding to you? oh god, it seems like a quite a bit since you were touching his shoulder.

oh. you were touching his shoulder.

sae takes a deep breath before calming himself and averting his gaze back to you.

“be mine, idiot.” sae blurts. okay, he didn't mean to say idiot, but he knows you don't take it seriously, so he stares at you with his stupid pretty eyes, waiting for your response.

you are suddenly taken back to the emotions you felt when you first finally talked to sae—a flustered mess, shy as hell.

if anyone passed by they would've guessed you two were having a staring contest because of how long you were staring at each other in silence, either of you not seeming to blink.

you two stay in silence before you finally talk after what seemed like a century.

“what?” is all you manage to breathe out. not an ideal response, but hey, you need to absolutely be 100% you heard him right.

sae huffs before speaking again.

“you heard me. be mine. i'm tired of you not being mine.”

you feel so warm inside and you swear you're gonna pass out.

before you can say anything, sae gently pulls you close to him and kisses you. and holy shit, his lips are so so soft.

you can't help but melt into his kiss and touch, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in a little closer.

he pulls away smirking.

“guess that's a yes?” he knows the affect he has on you and you hate it.

“no.” you jokingly roll your eyes, knowing sae knows you don't mean it at all. your shyness—whenever it had been around him or someone else, sae had always thought it was so cute.

“you wish.” he chuckles, before pulling you into his chest.

your shyness wouldn't drive sae away. never in a million years.

[fuctacles]

The last chapter is here! With the 2nd art piece from @penny00dreadful I'm so glad I could work with her for the @steddiebang2024 <3 It was a wild ride but it's finally done!

Steve opens the bathroom door, releasing the steam from his shower so he doesn't slow cook himself while finishing his evening routine. 

"Would you mind if I changed up the bathroom? The dark colors aren't doing this for me!" he calls out with half a smirk while fishing out his toothbrush.

"Yes, I would mind!" Eddie answers him loudly through the distorted voice from the walkie. Steve only smiles to himself and starts brushing his teeth. 

He doesn't realize he has company until something appears in the fogged corner of his mirror. Eddie draws him a frowning face, making Steve raise his eyebrows. 

"I'm not actually going to change your bathroom, calm down."

There is clearly not enough room for Eddie to express himself, so he only adds an exclamation mark. Steve walks over to the bathroom door. 

"What is it?" he asks, mildly annoyed.

"I've finished my book," Eddie complains through the walkie placed on the bed. 

On Steve's spare pillow lies another Pratchett book he managed to hunt down. It's indeed flipped to its last page. 

"Already?! You just started it!"

"I started it two hours ago," Eddie corrects him.

"Still! If you keep reading this fast there won't be enough books in the store!"

"There are other stores. Will you please bring me another one?"

Steve crosses his arms.

"Or you could go to sleep." He points out, raising an eyebrow. 

"Pleeease Steve. Only one chapter. I'll be good."

Steve sighs. He's heard these 'one chapter' lies for almost half of his life. 

"Fine. But don't come complaining when you run out of things to read."

"I won't! Promise."

He acts grumpy but is more than happy to bring Eddie his books. Hearing his excitement when Steve brought them was reward enough. Now he grabs the rest of the books from the pile and brings them back to spread them on the bed. 

"Pick your poison, Munson."

Eddie hums through the walkie-talkie. 

"The Gaiman one looks good."

"Okay." Steve swaps his previous book with the new one. He can almost imagine a man lying next to him on his stomach, flipping it open. 

"Thanks, man."

"Don't mention it." Steve gets up to switch off the light. "This okay?" he asks, trying to gauge if the bedside lamp's light is enough to read by. 

"Yeah, it's alright."

He walks back to bed to tuck himself in for the night even though he knows he won't fall asleep anytime soon. It's too new, being able to hear Eddie by his side and see the evidence of his presence in the flipping pages. 

"Is it fun?" he asks, unable to stop himself. 

"It seems promising. I could read it for you?" Eddie offers. 

"Oh. No, it's alright." He wants to but doesn't want to ruin Eddie's experience. He's been so excited to get his hands on the new books. 

"It's no problem, really. I'd love to use my new voice privileges."

Steve chuckles at that. 

"Well then, by all means."

Eddie doesn't hesitate and even through the radio static, manages to pull Steve into the story. It shouldn't be surprising that he likes storytelling and showmanship, adding unique voices to all the characters. It's a shame that Steve falls asleep before the end of the chapter. 

Eddie's hair is splayed over the pillow like a dark cobweb. He's shaking, little tremors running through his body, and his mouth is open in a perfect o-shape. Steve feels the need to spit right into it and he doesn't hesitate long to indulge that thought. The loud moan he gets in response is all the reward he needs.

"Thank you, holy shit, thank you," Eddie mumbles after swallowing the spit given to him. The blissed-out look on his face fills Steve with pride. He did it. He reversed the local heartthrob into a babbling mess. 

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[strongheartneteyam]

[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems

Part 6

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: a lot of angst, tension between neteyam and reader, heartbroken neteyam, sexual tension, heartbroken reader, insecure neteyam, jealous reader, neteyam just won't leave reader's head, hurt/comfort (?), TRIGGER WARNING for some sensitive themes like reader showing signs of low self steem and not thinking she's worth it, friend group dynamic among reader, adeline and kate, kiri being sweet, reader misses neteyam and regrets dumping him, reader thinks she's protecting neteyam from hurt by staying away from him, spider makes an appearance, kiri being protective over neteyam's feelings, reader tells kiri she likes neteyam. Tell me if there's more, pls.

Here I come, finally updating this incredibly angsty fanfiction :') I hope y'all enjoy this. Writing this fic breaks my heart, guys… it feels raw, honestly. Maybe I'm just speaking like this bc I'm on my period + I'm listening to a sad Taylor Swift song but omg my heart aches rn

Not proofread. I'm sorry, babies, I'm dead rn. So freaking sleepy and finishing this at 5 am bc my mind just wouldn't let me sleep and kept forcing me to think about and write this chapter.

Part 5: The sand hurts my feelings

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It hits different 'cause it's you

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost

Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw

Freedom felt like summer then on the coast

Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

And I never don't cry at the bar

Yeah, my sadness is contagious

Hits Different (Taylor Swift)

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"Hey." Neteyam greeted you in a dry tone. He found it hard to look into your eyes so he just gazed rapidly into them and then kept his eyes on the ground.

His heart was broken, aching and his pride was shattered. Neteyam hated to see everybody around him looking at him with pity in their faces, knowing that he had been dumped by the girl he loved. He wondered if the boys - Lo'ak, Rotxo and Ao'nung - looked down on him now. Neteyam suddenly felt like he was not a good hypothetical mate. He had always thought he would make a good, reliable and loving mate to the girl he would one day choose to be his but you made him start doubting that after last night. He knew it was probably stupid but still he couldn't seem to get rid of those feelings.

You tried to hide your uneasiness but it was written all over your face.

"Hi." You answered Neteyam, your heart pounding in your chest, anxiety leaving your hands cold.

The pain you were causing Neteyam could be easily seen in the way his jaw clenched, in the way he weirdly looked insecure instead of confident as he always seemed to be. You wanted to say "I'm sorry", you wanted to say "Maybe I did the wrong thing when I refused to become your mate" but you had seen him with Munì. It was useless now, anyway.

Lo'ak looked at Neteyam, then back at you and then he would redo the whole thing all over again, like he was waiting for the both of you to exchange more words. Poor thing. He seemed even more tense than Neteyam and you.

"Rotxo, Ao'nung" Neteyam rapidly called, looking now at the Metkayina boys "Tonowari is waiting for us. Clan business." His voice was serious and seemed slightly annoyed, his face stern 

You wondered if Neteyam said "clan business" instead of giving more detail because you were sitting there too and he was mad at you. Well, you didn't blame him if that's how he felt. You deserved it. You could have been nicer to him this morning.

"Let's go!" Lo'ak spoke loudly, like he was trying to get out of that awkward situation as fast as he could

"Chill out, forest boy. We're going." Ao'nung teased and Rotxo laughed 

"I'm Metkayina now, fish lips. Stop calling me that." Lo'ak responded 

Frenemies indeed.

The boys left and your gaze was fixed on Neteyam's back as he walked away next to the other Metkayina. As you looked down at the beach floor, you wished that ache inside you would just vanish but life doesn't work that way.

When you looked up, you saw Tsireya's and Kiri's big feline eyes fixed on your face. It scared the crap out of you. They seemed even wider now.

"What?!" You sounded legitimately startled

"Neteyam told me and Lo'ak he was gonna ask you to be his mate at the party." Kiri stated

"And how the hell did every person in this tribe find out about that? Did he tell them too?" You didn't mean to sound rude but you really were overwhelmed by the situation

"It's just me, my brother and Rotxo. Only we know, other than Kiri and Lo'ak. My stupid brother overheard Kiri asking Neteyam how it had went, what answer you had given to Neteyam and he told Rotxo. I saw them laughing like idiots and asked what was so funny. That's when Ao'nung told me." Tsireya said, like she was sorry about the fact that so many people knew about yours and Neteyam's intimate business

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The day after that, you and the girls went back to Hell's Gate. You decided it was better to leave things the way they were. To let Neteyam have a nice, healthy and proper relationship with someone of his own kind. Like your father always used to say, na'vi and humans will never be equal. But he meant it in a derogatory way, with prejudice against the na'vi in his words while you meant something totally different. It was just natural that na'vi would marry other na'vi, not a human. The differences between both cultures did not just speak loud, they actually shouted like a mad person. You knew you could never get accustomed to being a na'vi male's mate. Not even if that male was Neteyam and just thinking about leaving him behind, thinking that you felt absolutely nothing for him, made you feel a burning, painful sensation in your heart. And of course Neteyam would be better off with an emotionally stable mate. Munì seemed perfect for him. 

You totally did not feel anger boiling inside your guts anytime you thought about her stupid smiles and giggles back when she was talking to him at the beach. She would make him happy and you were totally happy for them. The next step for you would be actually believing the words you just thought.

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One month and a few days had passed. You felt grateful that you had been able to dodge all the demands to go conduct scientific researches on the Metkayina tribe that you had received until now, asking to exchange positions with colleagues and staying in the lab, doing paperwork instead. You were doing everything in your power to avoid Neteyam. But you could never seem to be able to avoid the pain that washed over your body and the tears that wanted to come out - but never actually did because you were always strong enough to hold them back - whenever a sad love song started playing in your earbuds or in one of your friend's phones. It seemed like every fucking dumb love song reminded you of him.

After Kiri sent you a message almost begging you to go visit her, making you feel guilty and saying that she missed you a lot and now that she had her own marui, you just had to go to the reef and see it, you couldn't say "no". She was being too adorable and you missed her too. You asked Kiri if Kate and Adeline could come along and she excitedly agreed, so, the three of you used your next couple of days off to travel to the Metkayina beach again. It was a blessing that Neteyam had traveled to the Omatikaya tribe to see his grandmother Mo'at and was gonna be gone for a while, as Kiri had guaranteed you.

Kiri always had a very human side to her, just like Lo'ak. Neteyam didn't even seem like he was half human at times. He was extremely proud to be na'vi and wore his indigenous culture with honor all over himself. You could never see Neteyam asking to have his own place. He was too attached to his family - and you thought that was extremely cute. It wasn't traditional amongst the na'vi for an unmated young girl to leave her family's marui like that but Kiri was clever and she found a way to get what she wanted out of her parents.

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Adeline, Kate and you woke up as early as the Pandoran skies got clear and dragged your sleepy and tired asses to the Metkayina tribe. Being a scientist would never not leave a person overworked and exhausted. Like most mornings, you had drank way too much caffeine already for such an early hour in the day.

"Girl, how do you always look so beautiful? I could never." You pointed out as you watched Adeline make two thin braids to frame her round, delicate face and put her black curly hair in a voluminous bun on the top of her head, while the both of you were inside the science team's helicopter, heading to the Metkayina reef.

You had always found Adeline extremely pretty with her dark skin, voluptuous figure and feminine style. She always made sure to look cute.

"I don't know. I guess I'm God's favorite." She joked around and the both of you started to laugh

Adeline was also funny. She could put a smile in your face anytime, even when you were sad. You considered her a sister from another mother.

"You guys are stupid." Kate teased as she was laughing too and holding an energy drink filled with caffeine in her pale hand. She'd drink those often to help wake her up.

Kate's long, blonde, wavy hair fell gracefully over her chest. Her eyes were blue and she was tall and had an athletic but slim body. Damn, you only had breathtaking friends.

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Kate and Adeline had decided to take a nap after lunch in Kiri's marui and they asked if you would come too but you refused as you were far too restless to be able to sleep. That beach brought back too many memories…

So, now you found yourself sitting in the sand, watching the ocean waves break as they hit the shore with Kiri by your side. She had managed to make you say the truth about why you seemed so troubled.

"Yeah, (y/n), you fucked up big time." Kiri stated with that aura of wisdom beyond her years that only herself knew how to effortlessly exude.

You wanted to dig a hole in the sand under your feet and jump inside of it, hiding and never coming back up again. Of course you'd fuck it up with Neteyam. You had a cursed tendency to self sabotage. You did not know if being so freaking aware of it made you better or if it actually made you worse.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask nervously with furrowed eyebrows 

"(y/n)! It's not my feelings that you should be worried about! It's not my heart that you broke." Kiri scolded you as she looked at you with those big feline yellow eyes like she was actually horrified. You felt so bad for thinking it was kind of funny. "I know you don't wanna be Neteyam's mate but do you not care about him at all? Not even a little bit? He hasn't been the same ever since you dumped him and left. Poor thing can barely go train with dad. I think I saw him sniffing while hiding one of these days. Eywa knows that prideful teylu" (edible Pandoran bug) "would never cry in front of us."

"I swear I didn't mean to be cruel. I just did not know… how to react. It was sudden, you know? It's like, I don't know… a cultural shock? Humans don't go around asking people they just met to marry them. Or… become their mates." It would never feel normal to say "mates" to you

Apparently you had acted just like Kat Stratford in 10 Things I Hate About You, when she would cold heartedly refuse Patrick Verona over and over again. You used to always watch that vintage movie with Tracy. It was one of her favorites. 

"Don't act like it was the first time you two had met. Neteyam stared at you all the time when you came to our tribe. I swear to Eywa I've never seen him nervous to talk to a girl before but you have a power over my brother… it's fucking crazy to watch actually. He's like a needy, dumb dog drooling over you when he looks at you. It's even freaky." Kiri couldn't hold it back so she burst into laughter, hiding her mouth with her big but delicate hand

You were nervous as fuck but you started to laugh too. It seemed like the nervousness and guilt and tense vibe of the situation only made it worse, making everything even more funny and absurd.

"You know the worst part of it all?" You looked at her like a child who just broke their mom's most precious vase

"Great Mother, don't tell me there's more." Kiri said, incredulous

"I think I like Neteyam." You confessed like you were a good catholic girl confessing her sins to a priest

"You like him?!" She almost screamed

"You don't need to declare it out loud for the whole reef to hear!" You got slightly mad

"You teylu!" She smirked as she moved her head from side to side in disapproval "Why the hell did you dump him then?"

"I don't know, Kiri. Don't judge me, okay?" You put both your hands over your face, hiding it and moving your head from side to side yourself this time. 

At least you knew your attitude had been controversial and confusing to say the least. They say the first steps to recovery are realizing and admitting you're insane.

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It was now eclipse. You were inside Kiri's home with her and your human friends. Kate and Adeline were finishing unpacking their bags.

"Guys, I'm going out for some fresh air, okay?" You said, trying to find an excuse to get out of that marui filled with girls - human and na'vi.

"You've been acting weird lately." Adeline pointed out "Spending too much time alone."

Kiri discreetly looked at you with a look of concern in her face, as she was the only one of the girls who knew the reason behind your strange demeanor.

"I just need some air. I'll be back soon." You spoke as you walked towards the door of the marui

"Don't go in the ocean! It could be dangerous!" Kate yelled. She was the "mom friend" of the group.

"I know!" You laughed "I'm not stupid. I'm a scientist too. But thanks for your concern."

You walked through the beach for a while, trying to take a certain tall, handsome blue alien out of your mind when you saw Spider walking in the area too. He waved at you and you waved back.

You weren't as close to Spider as you were to Kiri and Lo'ak but you did love his company.

You sat on the sand with him, looking at the ocean, just like you had done with Kiri earlier and you two started to catch up and eventually the talk got deeper, more philosophical.

"Don't you feel crazy, Spider? Living among beings of another species? Don't you feel… left out?" Your eyes looked at him with genuine doubt in them

"I do, sometimes." He sighs "Especially because of how Mrs Sully acts towards me, at times" the both of you laughed quickly "But this place is my home. I was born in Pandora, I know nowhere else that I could call home. And also, I grew up around Lo'ak, Kiri, Neteyam and Tuk. They're family to me, even if not related by blood. It doesn't really matter in the end, family are the ones who are there for you. Not your bloodline." 

"Oh my God, I totally agree!" You rapidly say in a slight loud tone, chuckling, like you wanted to emphasize how much you shared the same opinion with him

"So..." You pondered if you should tell him or not "Neteyam talked to me last-"

"Yeah, I know. Ao'nung told me." Spider interrupted

"Of course he did..." You rolled your eyes and sighed. So everybody knew already...

Spider chuckled softly.

"Anyways, Neteyam calls me tawtute. I think it's funny that he calls me "human", but in na'vi"

"Yeah, that's him being affectionate towards you. He likes you. A lot." Spider pointed out

You stoped smiling and your heart started feeling painful.

"He probably hates me now, actually. I totally blew it off. I was really insensitive towards him." Shame and regret covered your face, as you were crestfallen

"Have you ever thought about apologizing?"

"Yeah, of course I have. Many times. I just…" You hesitated "I guess I can't face him now."

"Oh, c'mon. I know you can do it. Isn't it worse to be feeling guilty and sad and let Neteyam think you don't feel sorry for hurting him?"

"You have a point, Spider. God, I hate it when you're right." You laughed and slapped his arm softly, in a playful manner

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Adeline and Kate slept peacefully next to you, each one of them in a different mat - but the three mats had been placed next to the other. You, on the other hand, hadn't been able to sleep well in almost two months. Kiri told you and the girls she was gonna stay up and she now was, at the corner of the marui, making herself a new beaded necklace in the light of a tiny fire she had lit up.

As you laid quietly in your mat with your eyes closed but wide awake, you heard footsteps inside the marui. You could not believe it when you opened your eyes and you saw it was Neteyam. His tall, slender figure and head full of thin braids that danced in the air as he moved made you recognize him immediately, even in the dark of the eclipse.

Damn! Wasn't he supposed to be in the Omatikaya tribe right now? And what the hell was he even doing here instead of going to his parents' marui?

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[ragnarokhound]

hey i saw ur tag on the executive dysfunction post where u said ur meds allow u to punch a hole in the wall and access the internal well of motivation or some such. can i ask how that works as in can you just do things after that?? you like have a task you gotta do and you up and do it? sorry to break into ur askbox like this i was just very curious because my executives do not function

Hi! Sure, I don't mind :)

Short answer: yes. :') I take my meds in the morning, and over the course of the day, it is much easier for me to add tasks to my mental list and then knock them down like the most dutiful Sim in the world. I forget to do things sometimes still - but those are usually due to other barriers like 'I would like to schedule this appointment, but I'm at work right now so I can't do that yet.' and then hours later I will have forgotten that I needed to do that. WHOOPSIES. Not necessarily an ADHD problem, just an average human one.

Also, the meds make it easier to access the well. That doesn't mean I always CHOOSE to use the well, haha. Sometimes I am just sooo comfy in bed and think 'i should get up. But I bet I could get away with another 25 minutes of dozing UwU' and then after my alarm goes off because my 25 minutes are up, I'm cursing my past self for being a hedonistic sloth because I really do have to get up now or I'll be late. I CAN choose correctly. That doesn't mean I do.

Long answer getting into the nitty gritty of my ADHD med journey below the cut:

So just remember that I'm not a doctor, I'm a stranger on the internet, so I don't know quite how it works, and not all medication will work the same for everyone. Executive function is huge for folks with ADHD, but it might be something else! ADHD often shakes hands with other conditions.

BUT - in my experience, I was diagnosed with combined ADHD (both the hyperactive bouncy kind and the laser focus, sit still for 12 hours doing one thing kind). A lot of my own executive function problems stemmed from not being able to choose what I hyper focused on, for how long, or if I even could. :')

There's a few different medications available to choose from once you get a diagnosis, including a fast-acting stimulant and a slow-release stimulant. The one that helps me is a slow-release - I take it in the morning, and it'll start to kick in after an hour and gives me a steady stream over the course of the day, wearing off about 8 hours later.

People with ADHD don't make as much dopamine on their own, and stimulants help your brain produce more of it. If you find yourself feeling calm and more able to focus or task-switch after drinking coffee, or soda, or other uppers, you might be self-medicating, and a diagnosis and meds may be helpful (but definitely talk that out with a doctor).

It took a while for my "storage" of dopamine to build up, and it wasn't pretty the whole journey there. There were multiple days in a row that I had to force myself to eat because the meds suppress appetite, so it was easy to skip meals I shouldn't have. (I embraced snacking over the whole day as a solution until my humors were balanced and I'd built up the habit of prepping a lunch hours beforehand lol)

But the benefits were immediate. Some things are normal, and habits are something every human has to figure out how to build regardless of whether you make enough dopamine - but I was immediately calmer. I would think 'i need to take out the garbage. I will do that now' and I would, in fact, take out the garbage? I'd just get up? And do it??? It was that easy. I find it much easier to stop in the middle of what I'm doing without getting annoyed, and to task switch without it completely breaking my flow. I'm CAPABLE of task switching at all. It's easier to remember that mug I left in the microwave. I can sit or work in silence and it's fine, I don't need music to be playing in the background to focus.

I still have to convince myself sometimes to do things when my executives don't want to function - a big coping skill I like is giving myself a crossroads moment. If I'm reading, the crossroads moment is at the end of a chapter, or a scene break. If I'm playing a game the crossroads moment is when I lost or won a round, or when I completed the task I was in the middle of, or reached a safe area.

At a crossroads moment, you can either choose to keep doing whatever you're doing, or do something else. It's why being on Tumblr and other social media is difficult to get away from, because there is no natural stopping point if you haven't turned off infinite scrolling. If that's hard for you, see if you can change your dash settings to only load a page/set number of posts at a time. You'll get a crossroads moment every time you reach the bottom of that page.

This is all my own experience with ADHD and stimulants, so again, I encourage you to think about whether this sounds like you and bring it up to a doctor if it's having a really big impact on your life.

I hope this helps! I also suggest this video from Jaiden Animations - she talks about her own experience getting an ADHD diagnosis, and funnily enough, this video dropped within the same week as I got mine, haha.

[couldtheysurviveshibuya]

Woah, dude, chill. I wasn't trying to be passive aggressive at all. If I was then genuinely, my bad.

I wont lie part of that message WAS just an excuse to claim about the voters (teasingly mind you) but what I was primarily going for was genuine concern for ya and this blog. Like you said I dont got the information or the contacts for all the super secret top shelf stuff, I'm like a soundcheck reaper, only a little higher on the ladder than a wall reaper dude.

I'm one of the rubes they're moving to Sapporo in a year or two so they're having me and a bunch of others spend time in all the different parts of tokyo and other major cities to get some familiarity with all the cities streets in real life first hand and rub elbows with a bunch of the staff in each one in case of emergency and they need to borrow for it.

While doing the rounds in Shibuya the other day, culling noise, collecting recently deceased to fill player slots, the usual, I overheard some pretty important looking reapers and that coffee dude from the game(? I think????) talking about the blog. I didnt catch everything, but it seemed dicey from what I could tell and figured I'd give you a heads up just in case (and also maybe complain about the voters a little lol.) I dont wanna dox myself but I'm from a nowhere city in a nowhere state in the midwest rust belt so aint a lot of noise or souls typically and this blog has been a good laugh and think most days while killing time. Its pretty neat getting a look behind the scenes and at the bigger picture and all the top shelf secret stuff, most reapers I've met still only know whispered rumors about the simulation thing.

...Sounds like you got everything handled though so..... Good? I guess??

...Seriously though, you good, dude? You uhhhhh...... kinda went from 0 to a 100 real fast... You wanna talk about it...? Stress will kill ya, man.

...Also should I be worried about Atarashi sniffing me out since I called her annoying and she's apparently smart enough to know english? Be honest, theres like one more week till they shuffle us all to different cities again and I need to know if I should be worried for my life and start hiding behind some of the other transfered reapers the rest of the week!

(OOC: naaaahhhhhhh you're good dude, dont worry about it. Thats just how the character chirps, aint ever gonna take it to heart lol)

Ohhhh you're one of those nymphs. I mostly just do my job and work on my laptop most of the time while ignoring the incessant chirping from the other Reapers. Didn't realize they were grabbing newbs from all the way across the ocean, Sapporo's UG is gonna be weird if they're staffing it with foreigners. ...Then again, if you're a soundcheck Reaper that makes sense. Americans have good music, imo. Hope you're enjoying Tokyo, it's as good as it's ever gonna get here. Sapporo wishes its UG was like Tokyo's.

Important looking-Reapers and a coffee dude... Coffee dude... You mean Hanekoma-san? Dang. I don't really know all the details regarding him (above my paygrade, that's for sure) but I think I heard Kariya mention once that Hanekoma-san was from a higher plane. Those types of folks are usually all sorts of freaky (exhibit a: our wonderful Composer) but Hanekoma-san seems pretty chill. If there was any sort of problem I'd like to think at least someone would tell me. You said they mentioned this blog???

Hanekoma-san, if you're reading this, can you tell me if you, uh, like it? And maybe give me a discount at your cafe for all the good work I've been doing? Cough Cough Hint Hint Wink Wink?

I probably don't have anything to worry about. Probably. Ultimately I only really answer to Yashiro and the Composer, and neither of them seems inclined to make me stop. As for the rumors about the Simulation software, I dunno how much I'm allowed to say about what my job usually requires me to do Transposing stuff for. Like you can probably guess it involves data analysis, but mostly I just sit around getting minor tasks done while everything renders. If you're really curious about what Transposers do and why, I'd recommend talking to Shinjuku's Transposer, Kaie Ono. You've heard of him, right? The guy who basically made the RNS? He's a total weirdo but when it comes to tech stuff in the UG he's a genius, he's probably forgotten more about the Simulation software than I've ever learned. Which means he'd have a better idea of what he can and can't tell you. Just uh. Bring a phone with you. Ono doesn't really do the talking thing for whatever reason.

I'm not going to apologize for overreacting, that's how I stay alive. The world is cutthroat and if you don't act fast and forcefully then you'll lose more money than you gain. Maybe it's an old habit from my previous residence but considering how insane my Shibuya coworkers are it's not worth the effort to try and adapt when everything is already working in my favor (well, almost everything).

(And stress did kill me, thank you so much for bringing that up.)

Don't worry, everyone calls Atarashi annoying, you aren't special. You're already in danger from her, but like, come one, this is the Reaper's Game. You didn't seriously think you were ever truly safe from anything, did you?

I'm still kinda pissed at you, but since you've proven that I do actually have a positive audience among other Reapers I guess I'll forgive your attitude, this time. If other Reapers are supportive of my goals here, that'll really help as evidence for when I finally showcase this project to the higher-ups. Not that I'm going to say what my goal in showcasing it will be, since apparently some of the higher-ups are reading this, and I want it to be a surprise! For now, let's just focused on keeping things running smoothly, shall we?