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dreams, gojo satoru ⢠gojo satoru x f!reader ⢠breeding kink, creampie, references somno
It's like a dream. You feel like youâre watching the world through a thick layer of vaseline as you float atop your silken sheets. Itâs a haze of white and blue around you; the shadows that hide in every crevice of your room melt away under that bright blue. It rings familiar, and your brain tickles to recall from where, but the softness around you wisps you from that answer.Â
The touch is feather-light on your skin. Bare. Did you fall asleep bare? Your eyes flutter as butterflies kiss down your stomach, and mixtures of eyelashes and hair graze every curve. Thereâs something delicious in the underwater den you look at the world through. Every wall curls inward, and the curtains sway. You reach out to feel it against your skin, only to be caught by a firm grip.Â
Hands. Veiny and decorated with a golden ring and scars along the knuckles. Itâs like an anchor halting your dream state as you deliriously stare at the hand that holds your wrist. So confident in its grip, yet the touch is softer than your pillows. Like you may break, like youâll disappear. Maybe you will. The magical glaze that coats your mind slowly shrinks away as someone kisses just above your belly button with a muffled whimper.Â
How long has it been since you accidentally fell into the dream state? You groan. Shouldnât your control be better than this by now? Youâre far from the ten-year-old still trying to learn why they disappear into someoneâs mind every night. Whoever is on top of you repeats your groan back as if it were one of pleasure, and you let your held hand fall limp to the touch. The weight on top of you, complete with soft, fluffy white hairs that ring that same bell of familiarity in your mind, shifts as the lips trail lower.Â
What could possibly be the intent of this dream? Do you play along or pretend to still be coated in a thick layer of sleep? Your stomach flutters as eyelashes graze down, and a hand squeezes under your thigh as itâs lifted to curl over your hips. The hand still held in the air drops away to stroke at your waist, and you slowly lower your palm until it finds the soft locks. They easily part for your fingers as you comb through, and your nails scratch the scalp as lightly as you can manage, but the person above you whines in bliss. You can feel their erection press to your bare body, thankfully shielded by what feels like their pants.Â
Blue eyes look up at you with a grin like that of a fox, and your body stills. Gojo Satoru has pulled you into his dream â his dream about you if your bedroom setting makes any sense. You glance away from him so he canât catch the jolt your body made, only to notice a picture frame on the bedside table. Your heart thumps as you see the wedding robes you each wear. âFinally awake?â he moves up and leans into your neck, soft hair kissing your face as his lips gently press to the lobe of your ear. The cold of his ring at your waist is all you can think about despite how he slowly presses himself against your slick cunt. âDidnât ya wanna wait for me to get home?â
How to play it⌠you have no clue what little fantasy Gojo must have of you, but it must be domestic. Your own wedding band weighs heavy on your finger, and you canât help but glance at it as you place your hands on the back of his neck, playing with the growing undercut. âTried to stay up,â itâs dark outside, but there's no clock in the room that could help you with whatever answer his subconscious seeks. He smiles into your neck; you can feel his blindfold tickle your chest as his glowing eyes illuminate the room around you. There are more photos â baby photos. You want to scream at the information he is inadvertently giving you, ââs not my fault you got home so late.â
Gojo laughs, and it reverberates into your skin, and the hand on your thigh slides down toward your pussy. How are you going to face him in the morning? Maybe you should become a hermit and live in the woods? You canât help the flutter of your eyes as his finger runs up your slit, dragging slick eagerness to your clit. âI know, baby,â he seems to whine into your neck, just feeling how wet you are, his hips rutting into your thigh for friction. Your hand slides down his curved spine, eliciting a shiver through him that makes you smile, and his face lifts from the crook of your neck. His thumb circles around your clit without properly touching, eyes gazing so lovingly at you that your heart stammers in the repeated beats. âAt least you had my favourite girl all wet and ready for me.â
You cringe at how he refers to your cunt, but it only makes him laugh before leaning in to capture you in a kiss of raw warmth and devotion. You kiss back as best you can, heart still thumping at the revelations of his desires, and ignore how unabashedly nervous you feel. It reminds you of the first time you awoke in someoneâs dream, barely nine, and just trying to survive the nightmare of being hunted by a clown. Thereâs no promise of death in this dream, and youâre far better at your control now that youâve learnt how to use the power, but you canât help that familiar twinge of danger from creeping up your spine. Gojo wonât be able to know you were here, but can you sit with him at breakfast and listen to him talk about whatever bullshit mission he has to go on without remembering this?
Morals aside and over a decade of friendship ignored, you lose yourself in the taste of his mouth. Twinges of strawberry mochi and caramel-flavoured coffee linger on his tongue, yet it feels so right â so purely Gojo Satoru. You pull yourself closer, arms tangling around his neck and your thighs hooking on his hips. The finger that circled your clit falls away in favour of holding you flush against him, squeezing when his lips muffle your moan. Youâve never tasted something so sweet, so intoxicating, as the kiss of your best friend.Â
When he tries to pull back with echoes of laughter, you greedily pull him back and steal another candy kiss from him. Your tongue passes over his as you pull on his hair with urgency, and the pair of you groan into the otherâs kiss. âYou-â kiss, far shorter than the last but just as needy, âreally,â his laughter makes you pull him back for another peck. His taste, his touch, his unabashed love, is a craving you doubt ever getting over. Youâre certain that it would only taste sweeter in reality, âreally,â one last kiss, âmissed me!â
The slightest hint of embarrassment washes you in guilt while Gojo laughs, whispering about how cute youâre being. If only he knows that youâre just newly addicted to him, to the secret he has kept from you for however long. If only you could ask questions, but you know that he would get suspicious of this dream state if you did. âOf course I did! You know I hate when you do missions alone.â
His fox-like smile returns, almost out of place with his pink cheeks. Your Gojo, the real one outside of the dream world, has always been a fiend for any type of praise and care; you shouldnât be surprised that this dream version of him is the same. âBaby, Iâm the strongest! Ya know I can handle it! And it only took me a couple days!â
Shit. You refuse to break even a sweat as you keep your same expression of mock disdain. âNot fast enough. How am I meant to live without my darling husband with me?â
Gojo laughs again, his eyes sparkling as they take over your naked form once again, stopping at your lips for just a brief moment longer. âThis is why Shoko says youâre turning into me,â you glance back over to the baby pictures near the dresser. A son with eyes like his and hair like yours, dressed in his fatherâs blindfold thatâs far too big on his head. You take the knowledge and grumble aloud about being outnumbered in this house, hoping to diffuse any confusion Gojo may have. You canât fail now; if you donât fulfil his dream, then his week is practically ruined by the short dream-induced coma itâll cause. âIf you feel outnumbered, we can always make a mini-you this time.â
One second passes â you take that time to freak out over the insinuation that Gojo barely hides in his smirk. Youâve been aware that youâre naked the entire time, and yet it never felt quite as real until now. His erection twitches in his pants, and you canât help but shiver. The subsequent second passes, and you return to the character you fulfil, running a finger up and down his neck as you lean up to his lips. âLetâs see if you can, Gojo.â
With the shiver that runs through him, he canât help but whine about the use of the family name. You donât retort beyond a few giggles, too busy staring at how he strips himself of his pants and shirt with clumsy haste. He manages to only stumble over his feet once as he rips the pants from his insanely long legs, yet you still stare at him like a hungry wolf hunting prey. Is it wrong how bad you want this? No, you rationalise that this is his dream, so he is the one who wants to have sex with you! Not the other way around!
(though if the offer presents itself in reality, youâre not going to be turning it down by any means)
âCâmere,â when he climbs back on top of you, you force him to come closer with a tantalising curl of your finger. One hand finds its rightful place at your hip again, thumb rolling over a bullet wound scar you got a few years ago. The other knots itself in your open hand, fingers lacing together in a gesture more romantic than you thought Gojo could do, âfinish what you started.â
He leans his body, and you feel the naked cock slap against your cunt. You shouldnât be so wet, even if you joined the dream late and he already spent time playing with you. You just shouldnât be so slick with need that you squelch just when his tip rubs against you. You squeeze his hand with a gasp, already imagining how he would feel snug inside your walls and pounding over and over until you get that little you he promised. âFuck â really did miss me, didnât ya? I barely even used two fingers before and look at this!â He shines as if you were some new discovery he made, and yet you hold no temperament outside of desire and craving for the man on top of you. âMight hafta take longer trips so you get more desperate,â you roll your hips into him, causing his head to press against your clit.Â
The jolt of pleasure makes you moan, and your back arches as though little occurred. It feels like youâve been on the edge of this promised fate for eternity now, the taste on his tongue still haunting your lips as your eyes close to the world around you. âShuddup,â you mumble, though the words feel empty of animosity or threat as soon as they leave your lips. You squeeze your hand in his, the cold of his wedding ring an exhilarating sensation that only makes you wonder how it must have felt when he was fingering you before you were pulled in. âIâll go on the missions, so you get desperate. Youâll last maybe ten minutes?â
The sentence is broken by your heavy breathing as his cock lines up with you. Just the slightest touch of it already has you stretching in anticipation, a thigh coiling over his hips to help with placement. The anticipation already has you keeling in pleasure, eagerly awaiting the pleasurable sting of being stretched out. How far will he get? From how long he felt against you⌠your body shivers at the thought of him entirely inside you. âWhy do you get to go on missions?â he pouts without any sadness or pity, and the glimmer of excitement in his eyes sells out his dramatics with ease.Â
You take the initiative and start pushing your hips down his shaft. Like when you first awoke in the dream, everything feels light and is hidden with a haze of delight. If you didnât already know this is a dream, youâd be convinced it turned into one with how good he feels slowly filling you up. Each vein throbs against your walls, and he hisses with clouded eyes. âCause,â you remind yourself to breathe as he gets deeper, the lull of your tongue feels too big and you try to focus on not mindlessly babbling beneath him, ââm a Gojo, now. Re-Remember?â
It likely turned into some form of gibberish by the final few words, but nonetheless, above you, Gojo pauses. You feel how he twitches inside of you, hear how your pussy pulls him in with a shlick, but nothing tops the way his lips form a pretty âoâ shape as he moans into the room. Everyone and their mothers know that Gojo is a moaner in bed, but it feels so different actually seeing it and hearing how fucking delicious it sounds. You reach up and pull his lips to you for another heated kiss, already swiping your tongue at his lips.Â
He wastes no time and bottoms out, and you gasp into the kiss at how full you feel. Gojo throbs with every noise you utter, and just the tiniest movement of your hips has him moaning even louder. You relish how he reacts to your body, how he sings a cacophony of whimpers and grunts just for you to hear, and the soft way he squeezes your hand with reassurance. Just having his fingers between yours has your heart fluttering even when it feels like youâve been stuffed so full your organs squish.Â
âYes. Yes. Yes,â his kiss turns sloppy as he mutters the word repeatedly as if he is convincing himself that your words are real. Your toes curl when he starts to thrust, pounding himself nice and deep inside of you as he continues his babbling monologue of reassurance. You mewl below him, clawing at the muscles in his back that flex beneath your fingertips. âAll mine. My pretty, pretty wife,â his lips slot at your jaw with a gentle bite, and your eyes roll back when itâs combined with another thrust against you.Â
Tears build in the corner of your eyes as the headboard slams against the wall like a drumming melody. He has to be in your stomach by now; youâre certain he somehow found a way to fill your throat, too. The haze in his eyes only grows foggier when he notices the tears as they fall. âSatoru,â you whimper quietly while pushing yourself to meet every movement of his hips, even when his hand tries to move you faster.Â
His name becomes your chant as he fucks you into the mattress, responding only with reminders of the marriage he dreamed up. You lose yourself in the way his hips bruise you and the way he treats your hand like itâs glass on the verge of shattering. Every instinct in your mind goes haywire as your tongue babbles nonsensical words of pleasure. He returns to your neck, biting and kissing areas you didnât even know were so sensitive. There would be no evidence come morning, when you both wake up from the dream, but you let yourself think that little marks will bless you in the mirror when you have a shower.Â
When he shifts your thigh higher, you donât expect him to hang it over his shoulder, but you donât question his choice â instead revelling in the new angle he takes. Your nails dig into his knuckles as you cry out for more. Tears fall to the pillows beneath your head, slick drools over his cock and under your ass. âMy wife,â he mutters into your ear again, placing your other thigh over his shoulder to match. Only when he leans in and arches you do you realise that he puts you into a mating press. It shouldnât be as hot as it is, but youâre already clawing at his back and screaming yes, âgotta fill you again. Looked so pretty when you were pregnant. Gonna have so many more. Let me fill ya up, please!â
Heâs bordering pathetic with how he begs, and yet you only grow needier. His hair sticks to him from sweat, and his lips are puffy from kisses; those big, beautiful eyes fill with watery tears as he pleads for you. âFuck, yes! Please, Satoru!â Your thighs tremble under his touch. Your hand desperately grips his as you babble your answer over and over again. You need him like never before, crave to be filled with all of him, and still lick at the sweetness left on your lips. âWanâ it!â
His thumb goes under your thigh to play with your clit again. Like before, he doesnât directly touch it, only circling closer and closer until he reverses each action. It leaves you a perfect victim to the strings of your body â apparently, only Gojo can play it like this. He whispers about all the love he has for you, even with the slurred speech of lust, your heart melts at every proclamation he gives to you. âSo glad you chose me. Never gonna have you regrettinâ it.â
Gojo thimbles about how he canât wait to have another child, a daughter, this time so that he can be the perfect girl dad he was made for. You clench around his cock and moan as the throbbing refuses to cease, each vein detailed as they press into your snug walls. Whether the dream has finally reached your own subconscious or it just unlocks the path to old feelings you refuse to acknowledge, you arenât sure, but youâre utterly putty in your hands when he tells you to cum and remind him why he missed you so much. And you arenât one to deny Gojo Satoru what he wants; thatâs how you managed so many years of friendship together in the first place.Â
Your body shudders in his tight hold, eyes shut, and nose hidden in the hair you need to touch one last time. Itâs like a flood of emotions wash over you as you release all over him, slick sliding to pool on the bed. He only moves faster as you meek with sensitivity, chasing that feeling for himself until he finally fulfils his promise and cums. It fills you and leaves a thick ring of white around his cock, though instead of pulling out, he keeps his cock warm inside of you, fingers collecting anything that spills to push back in.Â
When you wake up, Gojo isnât on top of you with his cock in your overfilled pussy. There arenât marks on your neck or bruises on your hips. Your finger is empty of a wedding band, and your lips arenât puffy from being kissed raw. Like nothing happened. You sigh and splash more water on your face, ignoring how the bathroom door peeks open. âWhatâs up, Gojo?â
âYou didnât⌠do anything last night, right?â He looks back and forth while refusing to gaze at you properly; his sunglasses donât work to hide those movements as well as his blindfold. You raise an eyebrow at him and start patting your skin dry, and you keep eye contact with him purely to avoid staring at his chest and how good it felt up against you. âHad a good dream, is all. Won a lifetime supply of mochi.â
The lie makes you smile, not even bothering to tease him over the blush on his cheeks. âSounds like a really good dream.â
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I can't wait to show you how much I know you can be.
-The Calling by The Amazing Devil
(Art by @linyazy that I commissioned and deeply love. The fox in The Calling always symbolized transformation and new beginnings for me. Also forget-me-nots because new beginnings don't mean you let go of precious memories from the past.)
#The Calling#The Amazing Devil#Joey Batey#Madeleine Hyland#music#my faves#what's a girl to do when she can't art herself but must have Very Specific Art#thank God for artists who take commissions#I put this on a t-shirt#did you notice that the fox's eyes are blue#that was a special request lol
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A study in Tea || I.N (18+)
Synopsis: An innocent date to a tea shop takes a wild turn when you and Jeongin stumble upon aphrodisiacs.
Pairings: bf!Jeongin Ă fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, p in v, rough sex, oral (f), fingering, roughdom!Jeongin, spanking, hair pulling, thigh riding, needy reader, USE OF APHRODISIAC, jeongin being a hot little shit
A/N: not gonna say anything yall enjoy the porn
"Oh look at that one!" You excitedly pointed out a light blue sachet of tea, placed high and proper on a pedestal. Beneath it was a plaque which read 'Butterfly Pea Flower'.Â
"Doesn't this turn pink when you add orange juice or something?" Jeongin eyed the tiny tea flakes in the sample cup wearily, as if it would hop out and attack him at any moment. You rolled your eyes at his utmost ignorance.Â
"I think you mean lemon juice." You corrected him in a matter-of-fact voice, "Ugh just leave me in this place forever!" You bounced up and down on your heel, excitedly looking at all the colourful sachets of teas, coffees and chocolates surrounding you.Â
Cute, Jeongin thought.Â
"Am I going to be spending money on dried leaves all day?" Jeongin peered at yet another sachet suspiciously, to which you rolled your eyes, and pointed towards your handbag.Â
"I have my own money, you know?" You chuckled, going back to skipping through the aisles to find something you like. But Jeongin shook his head.Â
"Now what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let the love of my life spend money huh?" He said, placing his hand on his chest as if the mere thought of you spending money was nothing short of a scandalous affair.Â
"Ooh let's look there." You said, completely ignoring him as soon as your eye caught a magnificent section filled with different hues of pinks and reds. Your boyfriend complied, letting you drag him wherever you wanted.
After all, he was the one who had suggested going to âthat aesthetic shopâ three blocks down as a date in the first place.
Jeongin admired you while you happily moved through the vast ocean of bold reds and calm maroons, each shade getting inkier as you moved along to the end of the tea section. A soft smile appeared on his face everytime you excitedly pointed at a sachet of tea, rambling for a minute about everything you knew about the fragrant tea leaves sitting in the free trial cup. To any stranger, he would have looked like a madman, going insane out of his love for you.
You, on the other hand, were immersed in reading the titles of each different tea. A mischievous smirk (which your beloved didn't notice), appeared on your face as you reached some of the darker magenta packets. They were outlined in a different kind of font than the other. They were bolder, more tantalising, and to simply put itâsexier. But that smirk was also combined with an involuntary blush, one that Jeongin, with his sharp, fox-like eyes, noticed immediately.Â
âNow which non-existent man here just made my baby blush hm?â He inched closer to you, placing his nose close to your neck, inhaling your scent, âIâll fight him with my bare hands.â
âChivalry exists after all.â You giggled, when you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist as if they were magnets which had been torn away from their iron. Goosebumps erupted on your skin, when Jeongin pressed a particularly wet kiss on the curve of your neck, sucking on it with his plump lips. You were thankful that not a lot of people were in the shop and the employees were on the other side of the store.
âInnie.â You said in a waning tone, hoping it concealed your shaky voice, by god did he make you melt into his hands with a single kiss, âWe are in public.â
âAnd?â Jeongin questioned, teasing your waist with his moving fingers painting invisible murals, âDidn't really stop you from staring at thoseâwhat were they called?â He glanced over your shoulder at the teas, âLove potions.â
You felt your cheeks burn, not out of embarrassment, but from the way Jeongin spoke in that alluringly low voice of his, bringing it down a few octaves just to send ripples through your body. He had you trapped in his arms as well, his lips free to attack your neck like a starved man lusting for food.
âHow aboutââ You felt his grip loosen (only slightly), ââwe test these out at home hm?â
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âDonât drink it yet!â You slapped Jeonginâs hand away from the steaming cup of tea, âThe instructions say we need to wait for five minutes forââ You stopped in the middle of your words, taking a breath before speaking, ââfor the effect to fully register.â
âOh the effect will register alright.â Jeongin smirked, his dimple appearing on his face, âBut what should we do while weâre waiting hm?âÂ
âYou really wanna ruin the magical adventure of drinking this, donât you?â You bit your lip, eyes flickering down to his swollen ones (the parking lot was an amazing place for a messy makeout). Jeongin scrunched his nose, making you chuckle.
âIâve never even heard of these things.â Jeongin glanced down at the mugs filled with lilac-coloured liquid, âAphrodisiacs huh?â He chuckled darkly, âShame that we didnt know about it before, imagine all the fun we could have had.â Jeongin noticed your awkward smile and the way you avoided his eyes. He raised his brow at you.
âDonât tell me you knew.â He groaned on seeing your smile widen, âAnd you seriously never told me?â
âWell would you look at that, it's been five minutes.â You said quickly, grabbing the mugs and shoving one of them in Jeonginâs hand, âCheers!â You clinked your mug with his.
Jeongin smirked into his cup before lifting it to his lips, pretending to pour it down his throat. He eyed you from a corner, silently musing over the way you were forcing yourself to drink it. It must have tasted horrible, a fact which he used as an opportunity.
âFuckâi canât drink the rest.â He said, loud enough for you to hear it. He proceeded to walk over to the sink and dump the entire tea in, making it look like he had only drunk half.Â
âMe neither.â He heard you groan, following in his footsteps and dumping only a little amount of tea into the sink. You wiped your mouth with the back of our hand, sticking out your tongue in a disgusted manner.
âWe did not just waste our money on that horrible thing.â You said, âI need sugar right now.â
âWoah, hold on.â Jeongin grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him, a mischievous glint in his eyes, âDidn't the instructions say it wouldn't work if you ate anything after drinking it?âÂ
âWelp.â you shrugged your shoulders in defeat, âGuess we have to wait then.â you turned around to face the counter and your eyes landed on the ripped packet of tea laying on the granite surface. âEffective in less than a second!â was written in front in cream, coloured italic letters, to complement the magenta colour of the packaging.Â
What a scam, you thought, wondering why you weren't immediately feeling the urge to go ham crazy on Jeongin right in the middle of the kitchen.
 If only you knew what would happen later.
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âUgh fucking hell....â You said, rubbing your forehead with your fingers, did the living room always smell so much like Jeonginâs cologne?
âYou okay babe?â He asked, looking up from the book he was reading. He had noticed you constantly bringing your hand up to your head, in an attempt to soothe your nerves. Was this a side effect of the tea? Jeongin wondered. You were sitting only a few inches from him, with your feet slightly touching his.
âWhy do you smell so good right now?â You asked him, albeit you had to admit that you were technically asking yourself that. Jeongin chuckled darkly, and put his book down on the table, crawling over to you on the sofa. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist.
âYou sure youâre alright baby?â He asked again, this time inching his face closer to yours, âDo you wanna get to bedââ
Jeonginâs sentence faded into a groan, the sound deep and raw, and before you could pull away from your sudden attack on his lips, his hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you back to him, his lips crashing against yours with a carnal hunger. You felt the heat too, the urgency that was beginning to rise between you so suddenly.Â
You felt his tongue caressing the inside of your mouth, tracing the shape of your teeth, stroking your own tongue, coaxing it to move with his. A soft moan escapes you when the kiss becomes more intense, Jeongin's slender tongue effortlessly sliding into your mouth and dominating the kiss, arousal pooling between your thighs while your mind fogs with lust, the feeling of his hands burning into your skin as you think you're going to go mad with desire.Â
The aphrodisiac worked after all, a small voice at the back of your head said. You felt your head grow light from the lack of air, but still, you were locked in the kiss, unable to pull away, unable to do anything but respond to him.
âcâmere, baby,â he murmured, voice heavy with arousal. You shifted forward, practically climbing onto his lap, pulling a groan from deep within him. Your entire body moved on its own accord, as if you had come alive for the first time; your mouth worked against his and you circled your hips against his and you were consumed entirely by him.Â
He kissed back more firmly this time. His fingers dug into your hip and you sighed into his mouth in response. He took this as a good sign, moving his hand around to palm at your ass.
He gives an experimental roll of his thigh, and the friction against your clothed core draws a sharp gasp from your lips. The sensation is maddening, just enough to stoke the fire thatâs been smoldering inside you, but not nearly enough to satisfy.
You brought your left hand to his shoulder, fisting your fingers in the fabric there and pulling him closer. He understood your intention eased up on your lips and began a slow trek towards your collar bone, leaving a love bite there that had you gasping. He kissed down the low lying neckline of your oversized shirt, which covered your thighs. Jeonginâs fingers reached below the shirt, hitching it up to your bustline, and ghosting over the skin there,
As if you had unconsciously understood him, you raised your arms up to give him better access. Jeongin smirked as he pulled your shirt off the top of your head in one swift motion, leaving you in your bra and panties.Â
His hands eagerly travelling across the exposed skin you just revealed, fingers dancing across your lower abdomen before reaching your lower back and up, swiftly unclasping your bra and pulling it off while your lips meet his passionately, both of you smiling into it to start with.
You gasped at his touch, your hands moving in the hair at the back of his head, fingers winding through the strands, nails dragging at his scalp. The adrenaline racing up your spine made you feel like you might vibrate out of your skin. Jeonginâs eyes darkened at the sight of your perked up nipples.
âSo fucking needy for me.â he mumbles, a hand coming around to let you wrap your arms around him. As soon as your weight falls on his thigh again, your mouth falls agape, and your forehead falls on his shoulder. Your breathing gets heavier, softly rubbing your lower half on his thigh.
âYou alright baby?â Jeongin asked, his hand coming up to rub your back, his leg muscle unintentionally flexing under you. You let out a loud gasp at the sudden stimulation. Though you had ridden him multiple times before, this one felt so much more different. So much more ravenous.
You continued to move on his thigh, finally finding the spot, your clit rubbing against his thigh. Jeonginâs eyes continued to eye you up and down, lingering for a long time at the sight of your naked breasts bouncing up and down rhythmically.
 âSuch a good girl, you're such a good angel,â He said, now feeling the strain on his grey sweats.
The heat off of him felt so nice. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. Your bare chest pressed against him. You slowly caressed the skin on his back. Turning your head up, he turned his gaze down and your eyes met. A moment savoured just before you leaned in and you kissed. You lingered before you both pulled back just slightly.
His thigh rubbed your cunt just right, making the right amount of friction. You buck your hips to grind against him, moaning out. âNghâŚfuck..â You grasp at his shoulders and grind harder, your shame got thrown out the window. You were dripping on his pants at this point, your stomach forming a burning knot.Â
"Innie," you groan when he cups your breasts, squeezing firmly but not too hard, his fingers grazing over your nipples and pulling on them softly, dragging more sinful noises out of you. "I need you," You sigh out, lolling your head back as he toys with your boobs shamelessly with his long, sleek fingers, smirking against your skin at the feeling of your hips grinding against him harder, needing to ease the incessant throb between your legs, the intolerable heat that only he could help you with.
âPlease, please, need your fingers,â you pant like youâre in heat. The tea was working its wonders on you, which Jeongin was highly pleased to see.
Like mercy from God, his middle finger leaves through your folds. It simply strokes up and down for a little while, focusing fleetingly on your sensitive nub before tracing around your entrance, making you whimper desperately. You closed your eyes and exhaled softly, when you felt his cold fingers against your wet folds.Â
"So wet for me, honey?" His rhetorical questions were turning you on even more. His dominance knew no bounds and so did his fingers, that were gently rubbing your labia. Everything around you started fading away, the only thing you could focus on was Jeongin and his fingers on your pussy.Â
You lost yourself when he slowly inserted his finger inside, finally making you moan properly (just the way he liked it) and burying your face into Jeonginâs clavicles, desperate arms scratching at his back.
 âOh you like that don't you?â He grinned, watching your poorly hidden scrunched face as he felt your throbbing arousal. You started seeing stars even so your eyes were tightly closed. Wet juicy sounds wafted through the living room and for a moment, you forgot where you are or what your name is.Â
Jeonginâs curling inside you picked up the pace, his hot breaths turned into chuckling, as he felt your clenching around him. You let out a loud moan, your chest was moving rapidly, as you tried to catch your breath.
 But Jeongin wouldn't let you have your fun. And soon enough his fingers had left your panting pussy faster than you could comprehend anything.
âInnie!â You cried, edging towards him, with a shocked expression on your face, âWhy would youââ
He didn't let you complete your sentence properly, choosing to make you fade it into a pleasured scream, when his hand collided with your rear with a loud smack, jolting you forward slightly. You whimper at the pain but find oddly that thereâs a sensation. You find yourself moaning softly, and now magically laying on your stomach.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. He delivers a few more. With each one, the feeling is more pleasant, your skin tingling under his ministrations. He takes a moment, gently rubbing up and down your back, almost like heâs soothing you. He feels you rising and falling with your sharp breaths under his hand. Youâre mortified at how much youâre liking this. Perhaps it was because of the tea.
âDirty little slut.â he taunts, smacking you once more, eliciting a guttural groan from you, âWhoâd have thought that my sweet baby would love this so much?â Jeonginâs warm breath on your ear tickles you.Â
He shifts slightly and then chuckles deeper, noticing a dark wet patch on your underwear. âYouâre really liking this,â his hand settles between your cheeks, rubbing at your clothed heat. You whimper and arch your back. âYouâre soaking darling,â he coos. âIâve barely even touched you and youâre a whimpering mess,â he moves his hand up to pull down your underwear, it peels slowly away from your core, the cool air hitting your wetness and making you shiver.Â
Jeongin grips your hips tightly and shifts your position to lay on your back, the soft material of the sofa providing a sort of comfort to your skin, which was already bruised by the multiple kisses that had escaped from your boyfriend's mouth. You watch as he takes off his shirt and pulls down his trousers, exposing his hard cock, dying to burst out of his boxers. Jeongin's cock is oozing with precum, and you can see the dampness spreading on his boxers as he slowly takes them off, coming to rest between your legs. You hook one leg each over either shoulder, bringing yourself closer to him.
You stretch a bit uncomfortably in this position, but any discomfort fades away the moment he leans forward and licks from your entrance to the top of your clit. A loud moan escapes you as his warm, wet tongue makes contact with your pussy. You sigh into the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut as you tangle your fingers in his hair, anchoring yourself as you urge him deeper. His tongue glides up your folds, skillfully, occasionally pausing to plant soft kisses on your clit. He encircles your clit and sucks, pulling whimpering pleas from your mouth.
âThat feel good, baby?â He murmurs, making you whine in response.
âYes, i-it feels real-really good!â You choked out as his tongue began burrowing into your core, sliding in and out with a wet sound that set your nerve endings on fire.
 âOh, my God, Jeongin!â You cry as you feel the tension in your belly tighten, your thighs tremble warningly, and he grabs firmly onto your thighs so he can make them squeeze his head to lock himself in place.
 âFuck, yes!â You whine, clenching your thighs around his head as your back arches from the pleasure of your release. Jeongin laps sloppily at your folds, drinking your sweet nectar greedily, refusing to stop until youâre begging him to quit. âInnieâIâahhhh.â You sigh weakly, your body jolting with every languid stroke of his tongue.
Jeongin groans against you, sending delicious vibrations coursing through your body as you tug on his hair, lost in the pleasure. You find yourself grinding your hips forward, desperately seeking more contact as your arousal drips down his chin like a waterfall.Â
You didn't really notice the way Jeonginâs eyes trailed darkly up your body, or the way he lapped up the arousal he had collected on his chin from your heavenly pussy. You didn't notice, until he was laying on top of you, his naked body sprawled out in a magnificent display. You practically drooled.
âPoor baby.â Jeongin cooed at you, cupping your cheek with his hand and leaning forward to place a kiss to your nose, âDo you need my cock, darling?â
You knew he was taunting you, mocking you even, for being so needy for him, but you didn't mind, how could you? When the delicious tip of his naked cock was teasing your throbbing labia so much. You couldn't even say anything, choosing to remain silent and enjoy his teasing.
âCome on now.â Jeongin urged you, smirking, âBe a good girl for me,â He lowered his hips so that his cock was an inch deep in your cunt making you gasp loudly, âand beg for my cock.â
âPlease Innie,â You whined, grabbing his bicep with your right hand and squeezing it, âPleaseâneed you so bad.âÂ
That was all it took for his massive cock to completely split you open. Jeongin thrusts his whole length into you, black dots cover your vision at the feeling of it.
You whimper at the new angle, struggling to accommodate his impressive girth. As your walls squeeze around him, trying to adapt, he uses more force to push deeper, stretching you further. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, as it feels like youâre being torn open, split in half by his thickness.
âS-shit itâs like youâre fucking choking my cockâ he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there. You nod, babbling incoherently into his ear. Your skin takes on a feverish sheen, but you donât care. All you care about is the feeling of his cock slamming into you and how his arms flex with every thrust.Â
Jeongin doesn't give you any adjustment time, his thrusts are hard and quick, his one hand moves to your head, he grabs a fist full of your hair and puts your head back making your arch your back. He smirks at you like he was testing a theory and he was right about it. He lets go over your hair and moves to your neck. Your eyes widen as he pushes harder and harder against your neck.
âAh, fuck!â Tears are already dripping down your face onto the sofa. His cock is so big, long and hard and he makes your pussy and tummy feel so full of him.Â
âIâve got youâfuckkk.â he soothes and moans his pleasure out simultaneously, fucking you at an impossible pace. This hedonistic feeling was heaven on earth.Â
All you can answer with are moans as they slip off your lips. Your mind goes blank as all you can do is focus on the feel of him stretching you, filling you up, so overwhelmed with bliss already. He thrusts deeper inside you, earning whines and moans as you continue to cry out his name. You try to tell Jeongin, breathlessly, about how good he makes you feel. The sound of your pleasure fuels his desire to fuck you better, urging him to do more. He picks up his pace, thrusting into you quicker, harder, hitting the spot that has your body going numb.
You claw at the sofa's material, burying your face into the crook of his neck to muffle your screams. The air is all stuffy around you as his hips move faster, you whine as you try to push back your hips against his to take more of his thick cock. He moans at the sight, kneading your ass as he tries to bury himself more inside you, the tip hitting your cervix instantly. Your eyes roll back inside your head as you dig your fingers more into the sofa, you mewl at the overwhelming pleasure heâs giving you.
âF-fuck fuck fuck, this feels so gooodââ The sentence doesnât even fully come out from your mouth.
He's so deep inside you, your legs are shaking. He doesn't stop though, instead of his regular thrusts he does small ones so he can stay buried inside you. He stays like that for a while just slowly fucking you, you start to get annoyed, you want more. More of him.Â
"Baby, please."Â
"What do you want, princess?" He looks at your drooping eyes.Â
"Harder please harder." Jeongin chuckles at your pathetic words.
 "Fuck" You say breathless as he begins rubbing and thrusting into you once more. Jeongin bites and kisses your ear and your neck. You hold in your moans but can't help the few squeals and whimpers that escape your lips. He whispers the filthiest words known to mankind in your ear, you can't take all the pleasure it's too much.
 "I can't" You say but it's barely audible.
 "Yes you can baby." Jeongin whispers "Just one more time." He kisses your cheek. You close your eyes tight, your body shakes, your head is fuzzy. "That's a good girl." He praises. "Look at you, cumming for me. Such a good girl." You open your mouth but you can't make a sound.
 You cum, hard.Â
His massive cock and immeasurably hard thrusts were all too much. You came undone with a loud cry, clenching around him as his fingers worked over your clit. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave and your thighs shook, gripping at the headboard as his breath hitched and he came too, fucking you through it, leaning heavily over your back. You felt your vision turn hazy and gave a moan as you felt him spill inside you, moving your hips what little bit you could into his jagged thrusts, eating up every breathless sound he made by your ear. He pushed into you a couple more times before halting, breathing like a bull behind your head.
His lips peck yours once more before pressing a loving kiss to your temple, his body rolling next to you. You stay like that for a while, sounds of heavy panting filing the air. Your mind racked inside its skull and your eyes started feeling heavy as pure exhaustion hit you like a truck.
You felt Jeonginâs gentle touch pull you closer to him, turning you on your side so that you were more comfortable in his arms. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he waited until you were fully asleep before slowly removing his arms from your body and sneaking into the kitchen, with hastily worn pants.
Jeongin chuckled at the sound of your loud snores, which could be heard even from the kitchen, before he reached into the shopping bag, filled with goodies from the tea shop. Smiling to himself, he collected all the dark maroon packets and quietly tucked them into a cabinet, to keep them absolutely safe and sound.
(And absolutely hidden from you.)
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lovers II Keira Walsh x Williamson!Reader
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a/n: Hi, we realized that it's our 100th oneshot which sounds absolutely wild, so enjoy. For the readers who wait for the Emily Fox fanfic it will come out next. <3
You were in love with Ibiza.
In love with the beaches and the sunshine, the palm trees and the blue of the ocean.
You were in love with the clubs and bars, your sister and her friends took you to.
But above all, you were in love with your sisterâs best friend.
The afternoon sun painted the hotel room in soft golden light as you slipped into a short dress. You could still feel the salty air and the sun from earlier that day on your skin as you began applying mascara to your eyelashes. Except for a bit of hunger, you felt fully content.
âReady for dinner? You look gorgeous by the way.â, Keiras voice said from behind you.
You hadnât noticed her coming in.
You flinched, almost stabbing yourself in the eye with the mascara wand.
Keira smiled apologetically at your reflection in the mirror.
You watched as her gaze started to travel down your body, taking in every curve in your tight-fitting dress.
With a smile you turned towards her and bridged the gap between the two of you.
âAre you kidding? Look at you⌠Your curls are so pretty and soft.â, you whispered, gently running her fingers through her reddish brown hair.
You loved the way the salt water had restored Keiras natural hair texture.
âMy curls? I just didnât straighten my hair.â, she laughed.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, barely visible through the light sunburn on her skin.
Completely enamoured, you beamed at her: âI love it.â
You were about to lean forward to kiss her when someone cleared their throat behind you.
Your heart stopped while you pulled apart. You ran through possible explanations for this situation in your head, just in case you would turn around to face your sister.
Instead, Alex Scott watched the two of you with a knowing grin.
âYou do? Oh hi, Alex.â, Keira greeted the former football player.
âLittle Williamson is right though. She could have done something with fashion butâŚâ, Alex said without finishing her thought.
You rolled your eyes, she had always tried to convince you to work in the fashion industry but you wouldnât trade your job as an English teacher in Barcelona for anything in the world.
âShe chose to teach people English in Spain and honestly, it was the best decision ever.â, you finished for Alex.
Keira laughed: âI agree with that.â
Leah appeared next to Alex in the doorway. Subconsciously, you tried to put more distance between yourself and Keira.
âOf course, you do, Kei. Because that way you can talk to someone in your mother tongue almost every day. How did the Catalan interview go again?â, your sister teased.
Her best friend released a tired groan: âDonât remind me.â
Alex changed the subject, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder: âNow that everyoneâs dressed up, letâs get some dinner in before we go clubbing.â
âSounds like a good idea.â, you agreed in a good mood, the sea air made you hungry.
At the restaurant Keira studied the menu thoroughly before looking at you with an innocent smile on her lips.
âEverything here sounds so good, do you want to share?â, she asked.
âSure.â, you replied happily. Above your heads the fairy lights were switched on and you could hear the waves crashing on to the shore in the background.
The romantic atmosphere was quickly disturbed by your older sister.
âExcuse me? I thought youâd share with me!â, she pouted, sending glances at the Barca player which could kill.
âWhat about your girlfriend? Doesnât she want to share with you?â, Keira asked in return, cheeks flushed.
âYes, Lee, no need to be that dramatic about it.â, Alex Greenwood intervened laughing.
âIâm not dramatic.â, Leah countered smirking.
âThatâs just how sheâs.â, you explained cheekily.
âWhy donât we order food for the table so we can all share?â, your girlfriend suggested hoping this would calm the Blonde Arsenal defender down.
âYes, thatâs perfect. Iâm in.â, the two Alexâs declared grinning.
âSame, you too, Leah?â, you turned around to investigate your sisterâs face, waiting for her reaction.
âSure.â, she nodded, sounding much calmer already.
 âWhat about a first round of cocktails?â, Jess wanted to know.
âPlease.â, Leah answered.
A few minutes later the drinks arrived at your table, beaming you toasted with her. âCheers.â
âCheers.â, she responded grinning. Â
The sweetness and the alcohol sparked the desire in you to touch your loverâs curly hair again.
âStop it.â, Keira demanded giggling.
âIâm not doing anything.â, you remarked in a not guilty tone.
âYes, youâre. Stop it.â, she bit her lip nervously.
âFine.â, you sighed defeated, quickly finishing your cocktail.
After the last sip you stood up smiling delighted at the other girls. âGirls, are we ready for the club now?â
âLetâs go.â, Alex Greenwood chirmed.
The sun was long gone now, the moon and the stars shown brightly as you and your sister former and current teammates joined the Ibizan night life.
Something your sister and you both shared was the passion for music. While Leah preferred to sing you would take every chance you could get to dance. Before Keira your first love has been rhythm and beats.
âCome on, Kei.â, Alex nudged the red-haired woman who admired you from the distance.
âI donât dance. Iâm here for the drinks.â, she waved the sports journalist off.
âBut I do. Come on, Alex.â, Leah remarked cheerfully.
âComing.â, Alex laughed and let the defender pull her into the direction of the dance floor.
The other Alex jumped up as well, following closely behind: âHey, wait for me.â
You caught Keiras eye from across the room and danced your way over to her. You were not ready to stop yet but you also didnât want to leave her alone.
Keira reached for your wrist with a laugh: âStop twirling around, y/n.â
âWhy?â, you asked, spinning out of her grasp.
âJust because.â
You stopped for a moment, studying her face. There was something serious and pleading in her eyes that you didnât understand. You only wanted to continue dancing with your friends. âKeiraâŚâ
You interrupted yourself, taking in a sharp breath in surprise as two hands laid on your hips and spun you around.
A man in his mid-thirties and clearly drunk grinned at you. His gaze traveled down to your neckline while he asked you something that your brain didnât seem to comprehend. Apparently he wanted you to dance with him but everything about him made clear that he had other things in mind than just dancing.
You froze in place, not sure if you felt disgusted or disgusting.
Just when you were about to say something, your sister squeezed between him and you and pushed him back: âSorry, no. Thatâs my sister!â
âAnd sheâs already taken.â, Keira added. You hadnât noticed that Keira had gotten up from her seat as well.
Leahs head whipped towards her best friend: âWhat?â
âUhmâŚâ, you mumbled as you watched the man retreat with his hands raised in surrender.
You desperately tried to find a good reason to change the subject but you just couldnât come up with one.
âWho is it, y/n? One of your colleagues or one of the Barca girlies?â, Leah asked, her voice tinted with anger.
âItâsâŚuhmâŚâ, you started and forced yourself not to look at Keira. Lying would be so easy right now. But did you actually want to keep hiding?
Your sister got impatient: âJust tell me.â
âKeira.â, was all you could get out and prayed that you made the right choice.
The two best friends looked at each other. Keira nodded slowly: âItâs me.â
âWait, you?! When? How? Sheâs my little sister!â Leahs eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Keira shrugged, trying to keep her voice calm: âIn Barcelona⌠it just happened.â
Your sister turned towards you with her jaw set: âWeâll talk about this tomorrow morning!â
She stormed off without waiting for an answer and you quietly wondered where she would go.
Keira and you ended the night there and went back to your hotel room.
You walked out on the balcony overlooking the ocean, Keira followed right behind you.
âSheâs really mad.â, you said nervously into the night sky.
The midfielder wrapped her arms around you and rolled her eyes: âShe canât be mad about this.â
You knew she had a point.
âNo, Lee is more upset about the fact that we didnât tell her.â
âStill. I can talk with her if you want me to.â, Keira offered while you kept watching the waves come and go which was scarily similar to your older sisterâs temper. Deep down you knew she would eventually calm down.
âNo, Iâll do it, itâs fine.â, you assured the Barcelona player before kissing her temple softly.
For a moment she closed her eyes under your touch. âSheâll be fine.â, the midfielder whispered in a convinced tone as her lips touched yours in a heartfelt kiss.
âWhat was the kiss for?â, you raised an eyebrow at her curiously.
âFor good luck.â, Keira replied smirking.
âBut she said tomorrow so maybe we could just go inside and..â, you begun rambling.
âYou think thatâs a good idea?â, your girlfriend interrupted you with a doubtful look on her face.
âNo, Iâll do it now.â, you sighed, knowing fully well that some things shouldnât be put on hold. Although youâd miss the comforting hug of the midfielder who pretended to hate them but always made an exception for you.
Cautiously you stood at the entry of the hotel room your sister and her girlfriend were staying in. âLee, can we chat outside?â
Without a word the older blonde got up and put on her shoes, signalling that she was ready to talk to you outside.
For a while the two of you walked silently on the sand which felt still warm under your naked feet.
âSo, you and Keira, huh?â, Leah broke the silence, sounding more curious than mad this time.
âYeah.â, you answered timidly.
âSince when?â the defender continued asking.
âWe got closer when she came to Barcelona.â, you confessed.
âThat was forever ago.â, she noted slightly hurt by your reply.
âYes, but we just started dating a few months ago.â, you added quickly. This much was true. Undoubtedly, you always had a soft spot for your sisterâs best friend. The more time you two spend together, the more it became obvious that there was more than just friendship.
âAnd you didnât tell me.â, Leah swallowed hard through that realization.
âYou didnât ask me.â, you reminded her.
âIf youâre dating my best friend? How was I supposed to know.â, she retorted.
âNo, in general, itâs mostly about you when you call me.â, you countered.
âI didnât realize that. Iâm sorry. But I thought youâd tell me such things.â, the defender apologized, her skin despite the tan turned pale.
âItâs okay. I guess we werenât great sisters for each other recently.â, you admitted guiltily.
Leah nodded in reluctant agreement: âI guess we werenât.â
There was a moment of silence between the two of you, not uncomfortable but thoughtful.
âBut we could do better now.â, you said determinedly,
Your sister stopped walking. You only realized that wasnât on your side anymore after a few more steps.
You turned towards her and caught her staring at you.
âY/n?â, she asked.
âYes?â
âAre you happy?â
You smiled at her: âVery.â
âWith Kei?â
âYes.â, you confirmed again.
Leah studied your face for a moment, searching for any indication of a lie before she finally nodded once: âOkay.â
âOkay?â, you echoed with hopefulness in your voice. You didnât want to fight with your sister. You wanted her and Keira in your life.
Leah kicked up some sand with her shoe: âYes, okay. I think I can live with that.â
âGood.â, you beamed and slowly continued your walk, waiting for your sister to take her place by your side again.
You thought your talk was over when your sister suddenly spoke up again: âY/n?â
You looked at her, signalling her to continue.
âJust because you live a life outside of the public eye doesnât mean Iâm not interested in your life or Iâm not proud of you.â
Her words caught you by surprise. You frowned at her in confusion. âWait, youâre proud of me?â
âWhy do you sound so surprised? Obviously Iâm proud of you.â
You stared down at the fine sand under your feet: âSorry.â
Another break in your conversation arose. Apparently, struggling to express your emotions properly ran in your family.
âNot everyone has the bravery to go abroad for work⌠I would not.â, Leah continued.
You looked back up at her: âReally?â
She nodded slowly: âYou know how much I love home. And Arsenal. I just couldnât.â
Hearing this filled you with pride but at the same time, you had to suppress a smile because you really couldnât imagine your sister anywhere else.
âTrue, youâre such a homebody.â, you laughed.
Your sister smirked and gave you a small shrug: âSee, weâre just very different.â
âYes, but thatâs okay.â, you assured her. You could feel the tension dissolve slowly.
Leah raised an eyebrow: âI will still have to talk to Keira though.â
You let out a groan: âOh no, not the big sister talk.â
âOh yes, even for my best friend.â
âFine, but try and be nice, okay?â, you asked innocently.
âOf course.â
âThank you.â
She reached over and ruffled through your blonde hair: âAnything for my little sister.â
You tried to get revenge. You two were laughing like children while you chased her down the beach.
You never heard anything about their talk. Both Keira and Leah refused to tell you anything and stubbornly maintained their silence. You didnât care anyway. They seemed closer than ever and that was all that mattered to you.
The next days were spend at the beach, enjoying the sun and the refreshing coolness of the sea.
âNo. Iâm not going into the water.â Keira shook her head determinedly. She had spend the morning straightening her hair but to you, that was not a reason to miss out on swimming.
âCome on.â You impatiently pulled at her arm.
Leah appeared on Keiras other side, pushing her forward. âYou better go now.â
Together you barrelled towards the sea, falling over each as soon as you reached the water. The rest of your friend group burst out laughing,
Keira pushed her now wet hair back. It started to curl at the ends already.
âI hate you Williamsons!â, she laughed.
You kissed her cheek: âNo, you donât.â
âNot really, no.â, Keira admitted and pulled you towards her by your waist to kiss you.
Leah grimaced in disgust: âOkay, but you donât have to kiss in front of me.â
âStop complaining.â, you rolled your eyes.
Keira grinned at her: âYou better get used to it, Lee.â
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pairing. kinich x fem!reader
word count. 3.6k
genre/warnings. childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff and angst, drabble collection, cursing, mentions of abuse/alcoholism, character death and graphic descriptions of death, mentions of vomit
summary.
in which kinich learns the value of all things: lives, friendship, and, of course, you. or, in which kinich realizes that you are the only priceless thing in this world.
author's note. this one is... a lot. take heed of the warnings/let me know if there's something i forgot to tag! i might've missed some errors because it's late so i will fix in the morning, otherwise please enjoy! reblogs/interaction highly appreciated!
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When the meadows grow full and lush, Kinich awaits your reappearance.
The winter had been longâwith his crops iced over, heâd had to rely on hunting to survive. His motherâs absence had taken a heavy toll on his family (though he uses the word loosely), and his father somehow finds more time to drink his life away. Now the sole homemaker, Kinich finds himself as his fatherâs newfound punching bag as well.
He discovers that he has a talent for patching wounds and bruises.
Some days, the man awakens in the dead of night, freshly soberâKinich can hear him crying his motherâs name in the dark. He doesnât know whether to take that as regret, or simply loneliness.
They donât talk. They never really did, but the silence grows quickly, curling and weaving and winding like vines through the house, until Kinich can feel it wrapping his throat shut. Days and weeks go by without him talking to anyone at all.
Still, he moves on.
The ice finally melts, and he welcomes the sight of animals returning from hibernation, despite how they nip at his garden. New life sprouts from the ground, and itâs only a matter of time before you appear in the forest again as well.
This time, youâre touting a burlap bag of Quenepa Berries, and you offer him one as he approaches.
âTheyâre sweeter at this time of year,â you comment, before popping one of the fruits into your mouth. He accepts and does the sameâthis batch is fattened and sweet, he thinks as the juice dribbles down his chin. You must have an eye for a good harvest.
âYou came back,â is all he replies, as a greeting.
An incredulous expression crosses your face, almost judgmentalâyou hold the bag of berries away from him as teasing punishment. âYou thought I wouldnât?â
He reaches over you, quick as a fox, catching one of the fruits in his fingers.Â
âDonât know.â
Thereâs no way to tell you about his motherâs disappearance, at least not one that heâs confident about. After all, he feels thereâs no logic in informing you anywayâthereâs no solution that you could potentially offer, and itâs not as though it affects you. But itâs the thought of that, and the lasting image of her footsteps, that had instilled this fear within him.
The fear that you would never return.
But youâre here, he soothes himself, another berry in your outstretched palm. He takes it, just as your voice rings out again.
âSo, do your parents not like girls?â
The skin of the fruit catches in his throat at your question, and he lets out a series of wet coughsâyou pat his back, eyes wide with concern. It takes a few moments for him to return to his senses.
âWhat are you talking about?â he splutters, uncharacteristically flustered.
You donât seem to notice, too absorbed in picking through your bagâyou prefer the lightest blue berries, the ones that are still slightly unripe. Perhaps you enjoy the tartness they offer.
âI donât know,â you reply. âIt just seems like you donât want your parents to see me.â
And thereâs no easy way to explain his situation, so he doesnât. Instead, he hums, watching the birds soar by overhead. His heart vaguely tugs with jealousy at the sight of them.
âItâs not that. My parents justâŚdonât like people hanging around our house. Thatâs why we moved out of the village.â
Not a total lie, he reasonsâthe financial issues were the root cause, but his father had also grown tired of neighbors attempting to intervene in his parentsâ endless disputes. It had given him hope, for a time, that someone might be able to remedy the situation.Â
But that hope was quickly snuffed out.
âMakes sense,â you say, tracing shapes in the dirt with your foot. You draw a heart, a smiley face, and then something that looks like a defective Yumkasaurus. âYour dad is the mean one, right?â
Youâre still not quite educated on social faux-pas at your age, and Kinich almost chokes again.
âWhat?â
Something rustles in the bushes nearbyâan animal scared away by the sudden loudness of his voice.
âHe always used to yell at me when Iâd come around to leave you things,â you explain, overwhelmingly casual. âSmelled like that stuff that us kids arenât allowed to go near in the market.â
Kinich vaguely remembers hearing his parents argue about something like that, but all the fighting tends to blur together after a time. Heâs not sure how to reply to that, or what you might think if he did.
So he doesnât.
He asks you about your winter instead, a topic change that you welcome eagerly. You tell him about the village, the white-topped roofs and the way the Yumkasauri would redden and sneeze, whelps hiding in their motherâs wings. You tell him about how you tried ice skating on the frozen river, recounting how many times you fell flat on your face. The thought makes him smile faintly.
Heâs almost surprised by how enthusiastic you are about itâyouâd told him before about your parents��� death in the cold season. He wonders how you seem to move past it all.
You turn your attention back to him, curious. âWhat about you? What happened during your winter?â
Thereâs a lot he could say, but none of it feels right, every word sticking to his tongue, stubborn.Â
âThe winter felt really long,â he finally says, mostly to himself, chewing thoughtfully.
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. âIt did. But itâs not so bad, I think.â
He hums. âReally?â
You shrug. âSpring always comes again anyway.â
/
On Kinichâs seventh birthday, you knock at his door in the evening.
The November air is crisp, but not yet chilling. After all, the nation of Pyro tends to run warm until the very depths of winter. Itâs for that reason that the fireplace still lies darkened and empty, and that the kitchen window is still open a crack.
The sound shocks him at firstâitâs been a long time since anyone has visited at all, so much so that the dull thump is unfamiliar. Wilder animals tend to come out when the sun sets, so he tries to finish up his farming and hunting beforehandâat this time, heâs usually preparing some sort of meal for the next day.
He glances at the source of the noise, then at his father, slumped over the kitchen table, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. The man will likely be asleep until the early morning anyway.
So Kinich pads to the door, pulling it open just a crack, and itâs your eye that peers back at him, curious.
Another inch, and then the rest of you is revealed to himâyouâre holding a neatly wrapped box in your hands, an innocent smile spread across your lips.
His first words come out in a hiss.
âWhat are you doing here?â
He thinks heâs been quite clear about your need to return to the village by this time, for many reasons. Itâs growing dark, a time where animals and humans alike grow more dangerous, and his father tends to be home. The man has a talent of putting Kinich in the worst moods, and heâd rather not spread that to you.
âItâs your birthday,â you greet, as an explanation, shrugging like itâs all so obvious. Kinich tilts his head.
âSo?â
âSo, weâre celebrating! I spent the whole day baking this cake with Chief Waynaâs help.â
Kinich steps outside, quietly letting the door shut behind him. The sunset sky is burning away at this time, pinks and reds fading into black and blue. The stars will be out soon.Â
âItâs nighttime,â he says, crossing his arms.
You nod vigorously, undeterred. âYup! All so you can see the candles better. It looks so much cooler when itâs dark.â
Itâs a ridiculous statement to someone like him, and Kinich is once again reminded how different the two of you are. His sense of logic doesnât seem to align with your enduring enthusiasm. Still, he likes the fire that you have about you, and has no interest in snuffing it out, so he merely sighs and leads you away from the front door.
Once youâre a bit away, the house still in view, he looks to you again.
âSo, what is it about candles?â
Without a reply, you turn away from him, fiddling with various thingsâhe hears a match being lit, sees the faint light reflect from behind youâand then youâre facing him again, proudly holding out the cake.
Thereâs seven brightly colored candles sticking out from the top. The candlelight illuminates your face with a soft glow, a cheeky smile spreading across your lips.
âIt looks good, right?â
Kinich peers down at the treatâit does look good, with the expensive kind of frosting that he used to look at longingly in the market. He hasnât had something this sweet, this luxurious, in a long time, or maybe ever. When he glances back up, youâre staring up at him expectantlyâhe shrinks back from the pressure.
âWhat is it?â he asks, feeling self-conscious. You point to the candles.
âYou have to blow it out.â
Vaguely, he thinks back on when he used to live in the village. Heâs seen people hold birthday parties before (though he canât say heâd ever been invited), but heâs not sure heâs heard of this tradition. Birthday celebrations werenât something his family could ever afford anyway, or maybe they just didnât care to.
Kinich realizes he doesnât even know when his parentsâ birthdays are.
But youâre still watching him, so he pushes that thought aside. Instead, he leans over and gently blows out the candles in three small puffs of breath.
âItâs fun, isnât it?â You cheer, tilting the cake toward him. âI hope you made a wish!â
Youâd forgotten to mention that before he blew out the candles, he thinks to himself, but heâs in no position to argue with your good will anyway. So he nods, silently making a wish after the fact.
âAlright, the best part is eating it,â you whisper conspiratorially, like youâre sharing a life-shattering secret. âAnd Elder Leik says itâs bad to have sugar before bed, but I think itâs okay just this onceââ
âKinich!â
That voiceâ
His heart freezes in his chest. Your face morphs in confusion, and then heâs grasping at your arm and yanking, hiding you behind himâyouâre not much smaller than him, though, so itâs a futile effort. At the force, the cake slips out of your grip, smashing uselessly into the grass.
Kinich has half a mind to apologize, but he canâtâinstead, he holds you tighter.
âKinich?â A hoarse voice echoes in the dark. âWhere the hell are you?âÂ
âIâm here. I was just taking a walk,â he replies. His voice shakes at the edges of each syllableâhe hopes his father doesnât notice.Â
Something crunches in the distance; itâs the sound of grass underfoot. His father is coming this way, Kinich realizes in a panic. He glances back to your fearful eyes, clutching at the back of his thin t-shirt, and his chest burns with the desire to protect.
Itâs too dim to see the man until heâs a few feet in front of youâheâs dressed in a tattered shirt and loose pants, feet dragging through the grass. His eyes narrow when he gets close enough, brows knitting together.
His gaze zeroes in on you, venomous. âItâs you again.â
The collar of Kinichâs shirt grows taut against his throat as you pull against him, afraid. He squeezes at your arm once, a comfort.
âYou damn orphans, got nothing better to do? Just fucking around on my property, I should throw you off this goddamn cliff! Not like you got anyone to miss you.â
Kinich grits his teeth. âLeave her alone.â
His father laughs, a grating sound like nails on a chalkboard, then belches. The smell of cheap alcohol filters through the air, even from a distance.
âGo do something useful then. Too many useless people in this world, ha! Just like your damn mother.â
The mention makes the blood ice over in Kinichâs veins, a sharp frost crawling up his spine. Your grip loosens just a hair, likely in confusion, but the detail barely reaches his mind.
âYou know where she is?â
The image of his motherâs footsteps in the newly fallen snow had never left his mindâhe sees it in his nightmares, trapped and crawling in an endless frozen landscape, alone. He thinks of her when he farms, when he weaves, when heâs forced to eat another Grainfruit.
He thinks of her always, maybe, in the back of his mind.
And his father does too, maybe, based on the way his whole body seems to tighten with anger at the question. He doesnât reply, at least not verbally.
You watch, horrified. Even as his fatherâs eyes glow with rage, even as he drunkenly hobbles toward you both, hands outstretched.
(Kinich blankly notes that they form the shape of his own neck.)
The man isnât too coordinated, especially with the alcohol coursing through his veinsâhe stumbles a few times on the way, the grass seeming to curl around his ankles, slowing him down. Perhaps itâs the landâs way of protecting him, Kinich thinks.Â
He grabs your hand, pulling you behind him. âCome on!â
Kinich runs, wind whipping at his face, the way he always does when his father gets this way. He takes you through the backyard, toward the forest, where his father might lose sight of you both and give up the chase. He knows the paths there and knows them wellâthe shadows of the trees will protect you both.
But the man is picking up speed behind you, roaring about what heâll do once he catches you.
âKinich,â you wheeze. Youâd already been semi-exhausted by your trek here, and certainly not expecting a sprint like this.
âI know,â he pants back. âJust a little more.â
Youâre trying your hardest, he knows.
But heâs faster than you, and you stumble, lagging behind.
âKinich!â
His father lunges, fingers barely grasping at the leg of your pants. A shriek erupts from your throat as you tumble to the ground in a twisted pile, and Kinich cries out with you, just as the cliff seems to rumble beneath his feet.Â
It happens in slow motion.Â
Kinichâs father meets his sonâs gaze, enraged, then afraid. Terrified, just as he feels his legs dangle over the edge of the cliff, just as the weight of your smaller body pushes his torso over. Shocked, just as the rest of you starts to come down with him.Â
Your screams echo off the darkened mountain.Â
Kinich weighs his optionsâit doesnât take longâand then leaps forward. His chest smacks painfully into the dirt, but he manages to grab your wrist just as you slip down the cliff.
âKinich!âÂ
His father is screaming his name, and so are you, pleading, begging for his help. And youâre still in his grasp, but youâre slipping, and his father is reaching for him, and if he could just grab him with his other hand, he could maybe pull you both up, butâ
Kinichâs gaze meets your tear-filled eyes.
So he grits his teeth, clawing at the dirt, and with his other hand, he grabsâ
You.
He doesnât have time to catch his fatherâs expressionâhe doesnât think heâd want to see it anywayâbefore heâs hauling you up, yanking you into his arms until youâre both collapsing into the grass. The crown of your skull clashes with his chin harshly.
His father is still bellowing curses, not that you seem to hear it over the sound of your screams and cries. But Kinich hears it, somehow, floating above the chaos and agony in your voice.
âItâs your fucking fault! This is all your fault!â
His eyes flutter shut as the voice fades away, and then grows silent.
Itâs too quiet.
Even the crickets seem to censor themselves, hiding from the entire ordeal. Kinich releases his hold on you, rolling onto his stomach, then onto his knees. The grass seems to waver under his stare, rippling and oscillating until it feels like the entire world is quivering beneath him.
He barely registers that youâre struggling to pull yourself upright behind him.
You turn away from Kinichâs hunched form to vomit in the grass, overwhelmed by it all. A corpse lies at the foot of the cliff now, one that couldâve just as easily been you. One that might have actually been your fault. The thought makes you vomit again.Â
After a few more dry heaves, Kinichâs hand rubs at your back, the other gently easing your hair away from your mouth. You look over your shoulder at him, eyes filled with tears and nose dripping with snot.Â
âKinich,â you sob, trying to catch your breath. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. I was too slow, and heâhe fell. I didnât mean it. Iâm so sorry. I know he wasnâtâI donâtâbut that was yourâyour fatherââ
He takes you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at himâreally look at him. His expression seems the same as always, but you know the difference. You note the quivering at the edge of his lips, the light sheen at the corners of his eyes. It disappears as quickly as you notice it, flattening under a disposition of stone.
âI weighed the value between you,â he says, gaze meeting your glassy stare. Your heart flutters. âAnd I chose you.â
And for a bit, you pretend that you canât hear the thick lump in his throat, or the way his nose scrunches to keep the tears from slipping. Instead, you take his hand, struggling to your feet.
Kinich gives you a once-overâyour pant leg is tattered now, a long strip of fabric ripped from the bottom. A flash of crimson peeks from under the remaining cloth.
Thin lines of blood bloom over the joint there, slowly running down the length of your leg.
âYouâre bleeding,â he rasps, assessing the extent of your wound. Itâs not deepâa skinned knee at most, which heâs grateful for. Heâs treated much worse on his own body.
Thereâs so much to do, he thinks, pushing through the foggy haze permeating his mind. He has to retrieve his fatherâs body. He has to treat your wound. With his father gone, he needs to make a plan for his own survival.
Itâs not as if his father ever really helped out anyway, but the thought of being truly, totally alone is harrowing. It takes another minute for him to remember that youâre still standing at his side.
âGo back to the house,â he mumbles, almost to himself. âWait for me in the kitchenââ
âNo!â You blurt, looking surprised despite yourself. Kinich jolts, meeting your eyes. âYouâre going to get his body, right?â
After a moment of hesitation, he nods solemnly.
Kinich has looked down these cliffs many times; he knows the sheer height of them. Thereâs absolutely no chance that his fatherâs body is in any sort of good shape at the bottom. The thought makes bile rise in his throat.
You swallow. âSo letâs go.â
The fear is reflected in the way your hands shake, but your shoulders straighten and you reach for him, slotting your fingers together. Itâs the most bravery that you can manage, at least right now. Kinich accepts it gratefully.
Making your way down the cliff is treacherous with the little light you have. You donât speak, barely even breathe. The stars lay watchful above, winking and illuminating your way.Â
Even with your hand in his, Kinich glances back occasionally, ensuring youâre still with himâyou always are, still sniffling and scrubbing at your eyes.Â
Itâs hard for you, and itâs obvious; he has to catch you several times when your foot slips off the stone, but youâre still with him. Youâre still with him, he thinks. Kinich repeats it to himself a few times, letting it anchor him as he struggles down the rocks.
His fatherâs body is stiff by the time you reach it.
Youâre too afraid to look at first, meekly standing behind him. It takes a few minutes before you work up the courage to peek over his shoulder, one hand over your mouth. Kinich isnât sure whether to pray, or cry, or leave it all behindâfor a few minutes, he doesnât do anything at all.
The body is mangled, as heâd expected. You donât dare to look at it again; you pace about the area, trying to keep your wits about you.Â
Everything about it is too familiar. He sees himself in the corpse, the blond hair fanned around the head like a halo, the golden eyes forever stuck in a faraway stare. The grappling hook that he always kept on his person.
His father. A half of him. His flesh and blood.
And heâd let him go.
Kinich feels for his own heartbeat over his shirt, fisting at the cloth there.
You are still alive, it whispers.
So he calls your name, soft. You peek at him through the darkness.
âWe have to bring it back,â he murmurs.
And you, despite it all, despite the terror that licks hot up your neck, simply nod.
âOkay.â
As the two of you drag the corpse back toward the house, fingertips sticky with blood that freezes in the passing wind, Kinich realizes itâ
This is the coldest November heâs ever experienced.
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Silver Fox News
Out of breath, Richie shut the door behind him. The sun was already shining into his childhood home, the suburban frame one he had seen little of over the last four years. With his college a few states over, Richie was practically only home for the holidays, spending his summers at local internships that kept him away from where he grew up. He did not have anything against his town, or his dad for that matter; he had simply always been too busy. And now, freshly graduated and without a job quite yet, Richie had returned for the time being.
âDad?â Richie called out, searching the kitchen. Typically, his father waited for him once he got back from his morning run, seated at the counter with a morning coffee and whatever protein-stuffed breakfast appeased him. But now, Richie could not find his dad anywhere.
âScott?â Richie tried, but no response. Sweat dribbled down his lean, hairless frame. He liked to keep slim and clean-looking, knowing it was attractive for the men he usually slept with. While quite the flirt back in his college town, Richie had yet to hook up with anyone at home. He still had not had that talk with his father yet.
Richie scouted a bit longer, eventually finding his father in the master bedroom. Digging through his closet, Scott seemed to be tossing out all his blue clothing. Anything remotely near that shade even. After another âDad?â Richie finally caught his fatherâs attention. Richie had only been home for a few days now, but he had never seen his father so invested in a task and yet, so out of it completely.
âHave you watched the news this morning, son?â Scott asked, to Richie's surprise.
âUh, noâŚ?â The sweat had already dried against his exposed frame by that point, so without bothering to take a shower, Richie followed his father out into the living room. He just hoped whatever it was his father wanted him to see would be short, as he was practically naked besides his running shorts. Grabbing the remote, Richie did not expect the first channel to be a Fox News affiliate.
âReally, dad?â Richie questioned. He had never placed his father as the conservative type. He had typically been more independent, while Richieâs perspective was wholly liberal. It was a bit strange to see the network, but maybe Scott had changed while he had been away in college. Speaking of which, had his father always been so salt-and-peppered on top? Richie also took a moment to appreciate his fatherâs musculature, which he had somehow not noticed until now.
Richie returned his eyes to the screen. On top of the typical Fox News logo was the word âSilverâ in an old fashioned font. And instead of the typical newscasters, stories, and lineup, there was just a slide displaying some text.Â
âThank you for tuning into Silver Fox News. Your program will begin shortly.â
âDid you buy some kind of premium subscription?â Richie openly questioned his father, who seemed to be absorbed by the television. âOkay, you got me in front of the news; what did you want to show me?â
Richieâs answer came quickly. The text disappeared, revealing a simple red spiral with flashing commands. It was not anything special, but it was enough.
âPretty colorsâŚswirlingâŚâ Richie slurred after a minute, his tongue becoming heavy in his mouth. âSoothing, silkyâŚthe spiral is soâŚhotâŚI loveâŚthe spiralâŚI love this feelingâŚI listenâŚto the spiralâŚâ
When major research institutions began to announce their predictions of voter turnout for the upcoming election, alarms began to ring off within the Republican party. An assumed 41 million Gen Z voters would be hauling into polling stations, with numbers as high as 43% confirmed to be liberal. It was a staunch difference, one that many leaders could not accept. So instead of following the traditional tactics to sway voters like they had in the past, they decided to take a new route. Why sway voters, when you could make them?
Thanks to the research and funding of a certain well-known tech billionaire, the necessary resources were simple. Leaders believed that the easiest way to eliminate the problem was by creating the solution in the most efficient way possible. Social aspects would include basic background, education, and upbringing. Physical aspects would manage age, size, and demographic. Mental aspects would focus on tradition, individuality, and compliance. But the beauty of it all was that the programmers did very little of the work. Instead, they simply utilized the victimâs preconceived notions.
âWhat doesâŚbeing RepublicanâŚmean to meâŚ?â Richie drawled, his voice having dropped an octave since the program began. Instead of installing a literal trigger into the victim, the channel exploited the stereotypical beliefs victims already held. âI must becomeâŚRepublicanâŚthat meansâŚmiddle-agedâŚsuburbanâŚuneducatedâŚChristianâŚâ
As Richie chanted his prejudices out like a spell, his body was subsequently altered. His age more than doubled, ripping away the hair from his head and leaving the beginnings of a horseshoe to splatter the rest across his body. Wrinkles and age lines began to form, but so did musculature as his body beefed up, becoming stronger in the way that most Conservative men naturally are. Daily maintenance of a large suburban home did that to a man after all.Â
âTraditionalâŚsimpleâŚheterosexualâŚâ Richie continued as a beard formed around his lips. His past was rewritten to better fit the portrait he was painting. Sundays in church, dropping out of high school to later receive a GED, working hard to earn his privilege and not understanding why it was handed to others. Fear of God, fear of big government, fear of outsiders influencing how things were. Disgust for âprogress,â disgust for pronouns, disgust for sexual interactions with other males. Pride in his country, pride in being a male, and pride in taking nothing from nobody.
â...handsomeâŚmasculineâŚarrogantâŚâ Before this had all began, researchers already knew that many of their victims would end up the same, as the stereotype of the average Republican was firmly held. What they had not predicted however was the amount of people who held hidden desires for this âaverage Republican.â A hypothesis arose quickly: if the liberal holds stronger prejudices, then they will become a more attractive Republican. â...alphaâŚvirileâŚsuperiorâŚâ The choice of naming their channel "Silver Fox News" had been an appropriate one.
Richie, or Dick as he would now be referred to, would certainly provide further evidence to support their theory. As the program finished, the new, Republican silver fox readjusted back into reality, finding his best bud Scott standing before him. Dick could not remember what had just happened, but he liked what Scott laid out as a plan for the rest of the day. Work in the garage for a few hours, run out and purchase the new Trump propaganda, and then end the night at a Hooters. Dick could not decide which part of the plan he would enjoy the most, but clutching his massive pouch, he knew which he was most excited for.
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hi do you ever wonder if wyamack EVER met the Foxes before their time? I'm talking any age, any time in their lives, especially the ones where they really needed a paternal figure to help them out or get them out of trouble?
like he goes grocery shopping and sees this quiet kid trying to stuff as much food in his pockets wo being noticed? but David of course does and the kid is already taking a step back, looking at him with pure terror in his eyes as if he's seeing just another person that can hurt him but of course that doesn't happen. what does happen is that david offers to pay for anything the kid wants and then starts asking question like that's one nasty bruise you got there, want to tell me what happened? and then out of nowhere the boy's mother appears and starts tugging the kid away in a not very gentle manner and David tries to interfere but they're hurriedly walking away before he can get the words out of his mouth (he has to physically stop himself from going after them because that would just frighten the kid more)(he goes back to the same grocery store at the same hour for an entire month, hoping to find this short kid hiding somewhere and maybe tell his mother exactly where she can put her hands)
or maybe he's walking home late at night and sees this kid sitting on the sidewalk and he approaches cause shouldn't you be at home? wouldn't your parents worry? do you want to give them a call, you could use my phone but the kid tenses so much that David takes several steps back and starts talking about everything under the blue sky trying to get him to calm down. when that eventually happens, they end up sitting (with some comfortable distance) next to the other in utter silence, until the kid goes "I don't want to go home" and David is like. okay. we can stay here for as long as you'd like. the night is young and I have snacks in my pockets. did I tell you already that I'm an exy coach? what do you mean you don't know what exy is- no I'm not making that up, it's a job and I have it! they even pay me for it! (he ends up falling asleep in a sitting position and wakes up alone, the marble next to him having long gone cold) (he doesn't even remember if he had managed to make the kid smile or if his eyes were playing tricks on him) (if he starts walking home later than usual just to sit on a lonely sidewalk for hours then it's his business and no one else's)(and yes he does bring with him all of the snacks he thinks the kid would like) (no he didn't spend minutes choosing them)
like something something the red string theory something something everyone is always connected something something
#does this make sense#wymack how long have you been 45 yo#i havent sleot since last bight#so#man i broke my own heart wtf#almost didnt want to put the third paragraph cause#david wymack#red string of fate#red string theory#neil josten#aftg#all for the game#fic idea
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The cold feels like home
Loki x Reader
Masterlist
Notes: Just felt cute, it's all floofy and comfort. I'm holding out hope that we might actually get some snow where I live this year.
Warnings: Nilt.
Come here. Now.
Loki never texted you like that. Was he mad at you? What had happened? You'd left him downstairs loading the dishes when you went to bed. Why hadnât he just called up the stairs? Was he hurt?
Your phone pinged again.
QUICKLY
You jumped out of bed, bolting down the stairs two at a time. Running straight down the hallway and into the kitchen, you burst in the door, only to findâŚ
He wasnât there.
Fuck.
Where was he?
You did a lap of the house in record time. Not in the living room, not in the dining room, not hallway, not bedroom, bathroom, spare bedroom, where the fuck was he? It was by pure chance that you saw the outside light flare up. It was motion censored, so the foxes would set it off at random points. But it just so happened to illuminate the figure at the end of your garden, gazing up into the winter sky. Loki.
You went back down the stairs and wandered down the garden. It was a freezing night, so much so that snow had just started to slowly drift down from the sky. And there, in the middle of your lawn, dressed in only a pair of cotton pajama trousers, was your husband. The snow settled on his cold skin, turning him blue piece by piece. His eyes were closed, and you could see the little snowflakes had settled on his lashes. His skin had begun to change, it had more ridges and patterns adorning it, like some kind of beautiful tapestry. There was snow in his hair too, more noticeable because of the contrast between it and his dark locks. He looked so tranquil, so completely at peace, it was unlike youâd ever seen him before.
You reached out to take his hand. He was colder than usual- he was always cold, but when he was in his asgardian form it was far less noticeable. You were able to trace the markings on his hand with your thumb, look at how detailed they were. It wasnât often he let you see him like this so when you do, you always try and make it count.
âI wonder if this is what itâs like on Jotunheim.â he says, breaking the silence. His eyes are still closed, his face still pointed skyward.
âHave you ever been?â you ask.
âNeverâ
âWouldnât you like to go?â you say, wondering what it would be like to not know where you came from.
âAnd to what avail?â he replies. âThereâs nothing there, as far as anyone could tell. When Asgard too their power supply, they had nothing to keep their society running. All itâs been since is savagery. It was barely civilised before; I dread to think what itâs come to now.â
You stand there in silence a little longer. âWhat if itâs not like that?â
âWhy wouldnât it be?â he says âTheyâre all savages. They arenât-â
âHow do you know that Loki? How can you say that about your people?â
âTheyâre not my people.â he spat.
âPerhaps not. But you are one of them. You are their rightful king. Maybe they are savage, I certainly donât know. But havenât you ever wondered what it would be like? To look like how you are now and to just.... be?â
He doesnât respond. You stand by him, watching the world slowly get painted white. Snow really did make everything look beautiful.
âWould you go?â he asks. âIf you were in my shoes?â
âYes. If nothing is gained, at least you know where you came from. And if you did go,â you add, âI hope you go and realise you donât have to hide this part of you. I hope you realise how beautiful you look in your own skin.â
âDo I really look beautiful to you like this?â he says, looking down at you with those beautiful ruby eyes.
âYes.â
âBut I'm a monster.â
âLoki,â you chide âyou are not a monster. You couldnât be. You keep out everyone because youâre scared theyâll realise the same as I do- that youâre actually not the cold-hearted villain. Easier to play the bad guy that make the tough decisions trying to be the good guy.â
âYou really believe that?â
You ponder it. âI have to. I love you. I married you. I want to be with you forever. How could I possibly tie myself to you if I thought you were evil?â
He smiles. âOk. Maybe I'm not a monster.â
âYouâre either my husband or a monster. You have to pick one.â
âOh, monster obviously.â he teases. You just slap him playfully.
âCâmon slimer, lets go to bed.â
âSlimerâs a ghost, not a monster.â
You huff. âWell, your both perpetually covered in green.â
âIâm actually blue right now.â
âSmartarse.â
He chuckles. âIf this petty arguing is all I get for being a monster, I shouldâve picked husband.â
âToo late now.â
He spins you around and gives you puppy eyes. âPretty please? I promise I'll be a good husband.â
you smile back at him. âYouâre already the best,â you say, pressing your lips to his.
#loki fic#loki#loki x reader#loki x y/n#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#tom hiddelston loki#mcu loki#tom hiddleston#loki fanfic
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Strawberry shortcake and Hard things to talk about.
Got another Biolizard shadow au ic for yâall, I swear this was gonna be a short thing that just had fluff. I suddenly just started going off the rails and the lil devil on my shoulder egged me on to add angst.
Hope yall like it either way (gonna start putting these on A03 if I write a third thing and it ends up longer than this one)
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Amy concluded she was going to kill them when they arrived. She sat and stewed right in front of a large tartan pink picnic blanket adorned with many baked treats she had spent an entire morning slaving over to get everything to perfection. When she baked she didnât do it half way.
It was getting to half past four, three oâclock she had told the blue hedgehog and had texted to Rouge as direct long distance communication with Shadow was practically non existent considering how scarce the beast hedgehog liked to make himself.
Many weeks of pleading and begging him to at least join one of her picnics had led to him finally relenting and agreeing on today's outing. The pink hedgehog's excitement was uncontrollable as she absolutely exploded in enthusiasm when he finally agreed. Rouge had to keep her grounded as her eager rambles about picnic locations and recipes to bake had overwhelmed the large hedgehog causing him to promptly leave with a chaos control.
Amy forgot how easily flustered the guy got when encountered with a reaction he had no idea how to respond to. She didnât blame him for teleporting as quickly as he did, the confirmation of his attendance was all she needed to begin preparing for the picnic.
That was three days ago, and now she sat in a small secluded park outside of station square with her tasty baked treats getting stale by the second. So, yeah she was definitely gonna give those two a good hit with her hammer if they didnât show up in the next 5 minutes.
Speaking of the devil, a blue burr dashed right up to her picnic blanket. Amy scrambled to keep her treats from flying off the blanket due to the wind generated by Sonic as he dusted himself off looking quite frazzled, it didnât quell her anger at his tardiness.
âYou better have a good reason for being more than an hour lateâ she chided, Sonic was picking at a branch that has somehow got lodged into his quills most likely on the way to the park. He peeped at all the delicious treats strewn about in front of him, it didnât escape Amyâs notice the way his face scrunched up at her strawberry shortcake. With that attitude he was gonna receive a bonk on the head with her hammer regardless of a good reason for his current punctuality.
âSorry Ames, had a bit of a blow up in Tails workshop, was making sure Tails was okay before jetting offâ Sonic explained. Well that was definitely a good reason, she began to feel a little bad at her anger towards the blue hedgehog.
âOh my gosh, is he okay?â Amy asked, her worry quickly eased by an adorable smile from Sonic.
âYeah yeah, the explosion was just from a faulty invention of his, there was a heckuva mess but heâs all goodâ he gave a thumbs up to add to assurance
Amy sighed in relief, it was good to know the little fox hadnât got himself hurt, Tails was usually the best with machinery but had the odd hiccup here and there.
Her relaxation was replaced with alertness as she watched Sonic reach towards her pound cake, Amy slapped the outstretched gloved hand which had Sonic bring it back to himself instantly. He pouted at her as he soothed his attacked hand, Amy only rolled her eyes at him.
âDonât be rude! Shadow isnât here yet yâknowâ she scolded, she loved to let people indulge in her baked goods but she believed proper etiquette was to wait for all her guests to be there first.
âAww but we have no idea when heâll even be hereâ the blue hero whined âitâs no problem if I have a pieceâ
âYouâre a world renowned hero and canât wait a little longer to have some cake?â she teased.
âI totally can! I just happened to not have had breakfast today, give a guy a break Amesâ he protested âif was shadow instead of me you would of given him cake at the first chanceâ
âMaybe, but unlike you Shadow doesnât gag at the sight of my strawberry shortcakeâ
âItâs not my fault itâs like the worst kind of cakeâ Sonic huffed. She was about to reach for the hilt of her hammer when the air began to feel hot, immediately she and Sonic braced themselves when a large field of energy popped just several feet in front of them. Just as quick as it was to appear the energy dissipated with a present Shadow replacing it. The chaos energy felt like static as it waved around the area for a moment before shadow coolly drove away the extra energy his chaos control generated.
The monstrous hedgehog searched the park for a moment before laying his eyes on the two tiny normal hedgehogs and Amyâs adorable picnic blanket under a large oak tree. It provided a nice shade from the glazing summer heat which Shadow quite liked so he began a tiny trek to the other two.
Amy had gotten used to Shadow's overwhelming presence quite quickly as did Sonic, she heard his heavy footsteps as he situated himself in front of the picnic. His large size provided additional shade from the sun which she greatly appreciated as she hadnât expected the Temperature to rise as much as it did today. Shadow plopped himself down and awkwardly placed himself on his hind legs, his current position reminded Amy of a cat which was funny because she was sure he was only a hedgehog and lizard.
âShadow! Iâm so glad you're hereâ she exclaimed as she ran up to give his ankle a quick hug, he returned the gesture by placing his claws on her back gently âI managed to get Sonic here too! Isnât that greatâ. The monstrous hedgehog turned to the blue hero and gave a nod of acknowledgement , Sonic returned it with a wink which Amy could have sworn had Shadow flustered for a second.
She left the ankle to return to the large blanket âI worked real hard this morning, Iâve got all kinds of tasty goods for us! Iâve got peanut butter cookie cups, rocky road, lemon drizzle, strawberry shortcakeâ she pointedly looked at Sonic at the last item, Shadow could only raise an eyebrow at the sudden hostility. âOh! I also tried something new, theyâre these coffee pasty knots, Rouge told me how much you love coffee Shadow so I wanted to give these a tryâ.
Shadows' fluffy ears perked up at the word coffee, he also couldnât help the tinge of annoyance at his bat companion for letting slip his obsession with coffee beans. Rouge and the little hedgehogs in front of him were some of the few he trusted most, but he couldnât help the need to keep things about himself to a minimum. Heâd have a word with the bat about it later, as much as he dreaded it.
Sonic paid no attention to Amyâs list of pastries, face already stuffed with her iconic pound cake, he held two other slices in his hand. Amy commended herself for going the extra mile on the pound cake as she knew Sonic was an absolute sucker for it. She hoped heâd indulge in the other treats as she came prepared with the info that Shadow didnât actually need to eat. It came in handy for a person like him considering his massive size and the amount of sustenance that would be needed to satisfy him if he needed to eat.
Luckily the chaos energy that inhabited every molecule of his body made the need for such a substantial amount of food non existent. Not to say he wouldnât eat here and there, though Amy had heard he only ever ate bags of coffee beans. An odd choice of food to be consuming all the time but Amy didnât want to judge, Shadow was an odd being in itself and she only really wanted to understand the guy. Thatâs what having him here for the picnic was about
Amy recalled months back when Shadow was consumed by his grief, heâd lost all he ever knew and loved to people who wanted to keep knowledge of his existence silenced. She remembered the news broadcasts that presented a monster in station square, lashing out at anything and anyone around him in reckless but anguished abandon. With hindsight she knew the fear of him was natural, but knowing his history as she did now, Amy just wanted Shadow's time on the planet to be wonderful.
She couldnât forget, when she encountered Shadow staring upon what she later found out was his old enclosure on the abandoned ARK. He looked numb and far away, she had stood her ground and begged the giant from the depths of her heart to help the people of earth, she wasnât sure why her words had seemed to have struck him as hard as they did but she was glad, his effort in stopping the eclipse cannon was palpable though he was greatly injured after the events and needed many weeks to recover.
She was taken out of her thoughts as Sonic began choking on what was probably his 4th serving of the pound cake, Amy rolled her eyes as the hedgehog hacked and coughed to dislodged the cake he was previously munching on. She ran over and gave him a few firm pats on the back that didnât seem to do the job until a forefinger and thumb entered her view and flicked Sonic right on the back. It managed to dislodge the cake but the force of the flick had been too strong and sent sonic flying into some dirt a few feet away.
Amy felt bad, she really did, but she needed a second to hide her laughter at the sight, Shadow looked nonchalantly and quite a bit proud of his actions. Better for your face to be covered in earth than choking on a piece of her iconic pound cake Amy thought, she didnât say it out loud as the expression Sonic had when he lifted himself out of the ground told her he wasnât in the mood for teasing.
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Sonic was currently strewn lazily across Amyâs lap while Shadow had lay out onto his forearms not too far from them. Her treats had been significantly devoured by Sonic who decided to show what a glutton he could be today. She had clapped madly when she noticed Shadow pick up the coffee pastry between two enormous claws to give it a try, she couldnât help herself as she hounded him on how it tasted. Shadow merely gave a âitâs goodâ in response which to her somehow translated to itâs the best thing ever and she squeaked in flatteration. He blushed heavily and she apologised for her excitement.
She stroked the blue hedgehogs quills, she adored the guy but she was bewildered at how he didnât notice the amount of little twigs and leaves caught in his head, sleeping on a branch of a tree was all she got in response when pointed out the reason for their presence in his quills.
Shadow looked just as lazy as Sonic did, as he lay with his eyes closed. She appreciated how calm and relaxed the beast hedgehog looked, it was far cry from the rage filled monster he was months ago, he used to looked like the living embodiment of anger. She recalled when Sonic described his first encounter with the lizard hedgehog, it was like the air itself was boiling with Shadows rage as he and Sonic had a standoff in the centre of station square.
The ferocity at which Shadow came at Sonic on that day was terrifying, meeting again with Sonic upon prison island, she was met with the blue hedgehog recovering from an attack that Tails deducted was a poisonous sort of chaos energy Shadow was able to generate. It was no wonder how Sonic got captured so easily. Though she couldnât imagine Shadow attacking any of them with such a move now, she knew he wouldnât admit it but he clearly had grown to like the lot of them.
She turned her attention away from Sonic to look at Shadow, his nose would twitch every so often, probably all the pollen surrounding them giving him a bit of irritation, she noticed Sonicâs Hay fever acting up a few times during the picnic, she outstretched her hand to the nose as it was the closest thing of Shadow near her, he opened his eyes at the touch of her tiny hand on his nose and sat up a bit.
âIâm really glad you're here shadowâ she expressed, his face turned absolutely red and he plopped back onto his forearms, greatly trying to hide his flushed face behind them as the assertion of Amyâs gladness for his presence warmed his heart a bit too much to handle.
âI second thatâ sonic exclaimed as he passively pointed his finger in the sky and then to shadow. Amy hoped the extra love would make Shadow absolutely beat red but Sonic's deceleration seemed to make the Large hedgehog think hard for a moment, he sat up completely, casting a shadow over the two little hogs and gave them a hard look.
âI donâtâŚdeserve thisâ his deep voice rumbled out.
That had Amy puzzled, what did he mean by that? Though she realised she wasnât going to get an answer by looking up cluelessly at him.
âDeserve what Shadow?â She questioned, the hard look he had melted into a look of regret and guilt,
âWhat I did I-â he fumbled on his words for a moment, she knew conversation was hard for him but she was patient for an explanation of his sudden rejection of their affections âI hurt a lot of people, I hurt SonicâŚyou shouldnât be so kindâ he finally found the words.
She watched as he fidgeted with his claws, Sonic had sat up from her lap and looked pensive at the huge hedgehog. The atmosphere had gotten melancholic at the confession, it pieced together in Amyâs mind about Shadows usual behaviour, why he made himself scarce and his refusal to do anything with their group. The most Shadow would go out and do was the top secret missions with Rouge but that was mandatory due to his admission into GUN and Amy wouldnât count that âgetting outsideâ.
Even then the admission had been because GUN wanted to keep Shadow under some level of control, Rouge fought hard for Shadow to work with the defence force lest they decide to lock Shadow away or at worst put him down due to fear of his power. She knew Shadow hated it and the confession he just gave concluded the acceptance of such a job was punishment for events that transpired months ago.
The humongous hedgehog had come to some sort near peace at his currently life, but the lingering, persisting guilt of everything never left him, the guilt that his very existence got his family and many other innocent people killed, the guilt of his rage that he took out on the innocents of station square and Sonic who had done nothing but try and defend his home. But especially with what led to the near firing of the eclipse cannon, which could have destroyed the planet, the only thing that kept Maria as motivated as she was to get better and live on said planet. With him.
He dug his claws into his legs, the recollection of the events began to make his head hurt, Amy rose to her feet and beelined to a claw placed close enough for her to reach âShadow, no no we really do love having you here! What happened to you was terrible, anyone would be as mad as you wereâ she asserted
âIt doesnât make what I did okayâ he retorted, Shadow always made sure to keep his voice down, he possessed powerful chords due to his size but in the moment, he could feel his irritation rise, she wasnât getting it.
âIt doesnât, you're right but you felt like everyone was against you, you had just woken up and everything was different and anyone you knew was gone!â Amy argued, shadow flinched at the reminder, it was true. His emergence from stasis was followed by his brain wracking to recollect everything that has previously happened, in that moment he could only remember panic, screams and a gunshot. It was a miracle he didnât just tear Eggman in two when initially met with the scientist's presence.
Amy needed to be careful, she could feel Shadow beginning to growl resulting in vibrations being sent throughout the ground, it shook her up a bit but her resolve stayed strong. She didnât want him to up and leave, thinking he didnât deserve the bit of peace he was given today.
âTheyâre gone because of me, it was all cause of meâ Shadow refuted, Amy didnât know what to say, his pain ran so deep yet so fresh, to him the events hadnât transpired 50 years ago, he was here with no people that even begin to comprehend that sort of pain
âOhhhh my GOSH, SHADOW!â Sonic exasperated, Amy had forgotten he was still sitting on her picnic blanket as he rose up pointedly and marched over to where she stood with one of Shadows claws in her arms, âc'mon youâre waaaay smarter than thisâ.
Amy punched Sonic on his noodley arm, Shadow didnât need the blue hedgehog being his cocky or passive right now, she wanted to handle the current situation delicately and Sonic was asking for a bonk with her hammer with that last response.
However he surprised her with the renewal of his last response, âyou donât seriously think I would have come out here if I knew you werenât here?â Sonic asked
âYou would have came for AmyâŚand the cakeâ shadow flatly responded as he looked down at the two hedgehogâsâ
âI mean yeahâ sonic sheepishly rubbed the back of his head âbut I wanted to be here for you too, you disappear so often and itâs kinda really hard to find you usuallyâ.
Shadow shrank at that, he may have wanted to keep to himself and be alone, but the declaration that Sonic made began to challenge the beliefs that he was better off in doing that.
âWe really are glad youâre here with us Shads, Amyâs the most honest gal I know so donât even try think she would lie, she know what she means when she says what she doesâ Sonic reasoned, Amy turned to him and let a warm smile melt on her face, she really did adore him.
âIâm not even mad about those fights we had back then, that move you pulled with your chaos energy was actually kinda sick Iâm not gonna lieâ Sonic admitted, he truly wasnât lying âdoes that move work on robots cause it would really help me out when Iâm giving Eggman's robots a good thrashingâ.
Shadow was nonplussed, the blue hedgehog really just had a way of confusing the ever living chaos out of him, he couldnât comprehend why the hero couldnât hold a grudge. He first thought the blue hedgehog's kindness was all a charade,as for the first couple weeks as he recovered from his injuries sustained from the eclipse cannon incident, Sonic would visit from time to time and in the moment Shadow believed it was to gawk or just see how defeated heâd become. It hit shadow the reason was because Sonic genuinely cared about him.
It overwhelmed Shadow, the non-rational and impulsive part of his brain just wanted to pick Sonic up like a doll and shake him until it satisfied Shadow, he instead lay himself gently on the grass and screamed into the earth.
The trembling from the screeching Shadow did shake Sonic and Amy up a bit as the latter grabbed onto the blue hedgehog for balance, they looked fixedly at the monstrous hedgehog as he finished his muffled shouts onto the earth beneath him. He merely turned his large head towards the two afterwards looking fairly calmer which was much better than the meltdown he was clearly heading towards before.
âDo you feel better?â Amy asked as she unlatched herself from Sonic's waist.
Shadow's eyes swivelled about as he seemed to think the question over, he decided a simple nod would be best to answer.
Amy was glad to hear that, but she felt she was going to undo a bit of that release of emotion with what she was about to ask, though the time for the question seemed appropriate as she couldnât image when she could next ask him given the chance
âShadow⌠back on the ARK, when I found you and asked for your help, what made you change your mind?â She finally inquired, shadows eyes fully opened at the question, Sonic turned to her questionably.
âI mean! Um- you donât have to answer that if you donât want, I probably shouldnât have asked anyway sorry!â She felt embarrassment fill her cheeks as Shadow sat up to look down at her tiny form. She wasnât sure if it was an ignorant thing to ask, but the way Shadow stared down at her made her feel it was.
He looked away from her, she watched as his chest puffed out from a large inhale then deflated from the exhale he let out. âSomeoneâŚâ Shadow hesitated for a second before continuing âon the ARK, before everything happened I had someone⌠a friendâ.
Amy and Sonic watched as he carefully picked his words, she regret her question now as the memories Shadow tried to retrieve seemed so painful, yet he persisted âshe was stuck on the ARK because of a sickness, but she really loved the earth, she made me love the earthâ Amy noted how wistful he looked talking about this part of his life, âwhen the ARK was raided and she gotâŚhurt, she asked me that when I got to earth, Iâd do everything I could to protect it, because good people on earth deserved it⌠I forgot thatâ Shadow finished
âso when I askedâŚâ Amy was jarred, beginning to fully understand the impact of what she thought was a small plea to the lizard hedgehog.
Shadow looked beat, it seemed such a confession had taken up most of his mental energy. Amy turned to Sonic who looked just as jarred as she felt, but then he spoke up âman shadow, thatâs⌠a lotâ.
Shadow grimaced, he agreed and yet again lay on his front, the poor guy looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him up, no doubt feeling a flurry of emotions at admitting such a thing.
âHey I donât know how much this means⌠but I think you're a good person Shadowâ Sonic affirmed.
Amy watched Shadow turn to Sonic, his expression made her want to just explode as she swore she could see the yellow of his sclera grow a bit misty, she couldnât confirm as he abruptly sat up and rubbed at his gigantic eyes before declaring âIâm gonna goâ.
Amy was about to argue as she felt he could use more endearment, she was stopped as Sonic placed a hand to her shoulder âno prob Shads! Why donât you take some Amyâs snacks with you, you donât mind do you Ames?â he offered
She realised what he was doing, Shadow did look like he needed some time to himself and Sonic was giving him the perfect out, âoh yeah! Of course not, would you take some for Rouge please, not sure when Iâll be giving her a visit so itâs better if you take themâ Amy explained as she left Sonic's side to procure a few treats into a plastic container she brought in case either Sonic or Shadow wanted some cakes to take home. She placed the container into a giant outstretched claw that Shadow bent down to offer.
He rose back to full height and eyed the two little hedgehogs, said two hedgehogs enthusiastically waved as Shadow took a few ground shaking steps away from the picnic spot, he glanced a look back at them and responded with a shy wave of goodbye before promptly chaos controlling to whatever location fit for him to decompress.
Amy felt herself relax, she wanted this picnic to be as perfect as possible and while she hadnât intended a vent session for Shadow she was actually quite glad it had. It seemed if anyone needed that today it was him, she sat back into her blanket and let out a sigh. However the feeling of relaxation began to get nibbled away by a feeling of confusion, she looked up to see Sonic with an annoyingly large grin, she felt something that would irritate her was about to come out his mouth.
âMan your cakes were just the best today Amyâ he complimented, maybe she misjudged, that was very sweet of him-
âShame Shads didnât eat any of the strawberry shortcake, you sure itâs just me that hates the stuff?-â
The swift swing of her hammer upon his head promptly shut him up before he could continue on with the slander of her strawberry shortcakes.
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Rouge was having a quiet evening all things considered, she sat In her living room sipping chamomile tea from a mug adorned with the quote âanother day another slayâ. The peace was not long lasting as she felt a few quakes hit her building before she heard creaks and cracks coming from the top of the roof of the apartment building.
That would have been alarming to most people but Rouge had roommates of sorts, one being a homicidal robot with a dry sense of humour and the other being a 35 foot lizard hedgehog who adored the robot's dry sense of humour. She knew the commotion was caused by the latter, she had asked him to not teleport directly on the roof so it caused minor irritation to her when he had just done so again.
She made her way out of the apartment to find the set of stairs that allowed access to the roof, Shadow wasnât one to just forget her boundaries so she hoped everything was alright with the monstrous hedgehog.
When she opened the old squeaky door that led to the cooling air of outside, she was met with Shadow curled up into a near ball, he needed to curl as the roof didnât have much space for him to occupy when he spent his time there, the strength of the apartment complex held out well with his weight surprisingly. His quills and scales were a little bristled so she could assume the outing she badgered him to go on may have gone sideways.
She had hoped getting him to interact with others would open up the gruff exterior he led on with, but during the months she had spent with Shadow, it opened her up to many sides of the lizard hedgehog he had yet to share with anyone excluding Omega of course. He obviously didnât owe anyone information about himself but nonetheless she felt it would be good for him.
Rouge apprehensively approached the massive being in front of her, he was breathing softly and had his arms held to himself, something she noted he did to self soothe, âHiya hunâ she called. He rolled over to address her, looking absolutely exhausted. Whatever limited social battery she saw him with this morning was practically begging for mercy at this point.
âPicnic go well? Did you have a good time?â She asked, she didnât mean to mother him but she couldnât help the sense of responsibility she had over him now, the gigantic face displayed to her scrunched up in thought before he let out a noncommittal noise that sounded like a âehâ to her.
Rouge deduced he was nonverbal at this point, he tended to become so when he was overstimulated. âNo prob hun, you wanna talk about it tomorrow?â She asked.
His eyes silently thanked her for the out in any more talking, he gave her a firm nod that indicated there would probably be a lot to talk about tomorrow, that was fine. She sipped a bit of her tea and looked at the sun setting before them, âdo you want me to stay?â
Shadow thought it over for a moment, he was really tired of talking and interaction but for some reason, Rouge asking to stay with him after today's events felt different, he looked at her and gave another firm nod. The bat flapped her dark purple wings and landed atop the beast hedgehog's head, he could manage that, he didnât mind when it was Rouge hanging out on his person.
He thought about the first time she had offered to stay with him, it was past dark and she had no reason to be up on the roof with him. He wasnât wondering that now.
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The Sun That Always Burns | S.JY pt.1
sim jaeyun x afab!reader
warnings for chapter: friends to lovers, mentions of self-doubt, sexual content/smut (mdni), fluff - like super fluffy, first times, pet names (love, princess, baby, etc.), protected sex, if I missed any lmk!
synopsis: you and jake's high school relationship blossomed into a romance filled with hope and promise. however, as time went on, jake's long-term expectations began to weigh heavily on you, who struggled to meet them. your paths eventually lead you in separate directions, each experiencing different aspects of life and ultimately moving on from your past love. unexpectedly, fate intervened and you both reunite after years apart. the reunion allows you to rediscover your feelings for each other, but also forces you to navigate the complexities of your past and present.
wc: 8.3k+
part 2 | part 3
a/n: hi! I decided to post at least the beginning of the story. this whole story is like 50k but honestly, you could read this as a stand-alone. It's not great and a little slow because all the juicy stuff happens later on but it is super fluffy. the chapters will probably be longer but for now, I'm keeping it short-ish.
The first time you met Sim Jaeyun was on the number 18 bus headed to your first day of high school. It was August, the sun was shining, and little did you know that the sunshine wasnât confined to the sky. The bus was busy, students new and old graced the seats and aisles, and a sea of navy blue and black flooded your vision. Then you spotted it, a tiny seat at the back gone unnoticed. As you push your way to the back of the bus ignoring the disgruntled travellers, you take a seat and huff a breath, victory playing slightly on your lips.Â
You are observant of your surroundings, one of the many traits you got from your mum. Not so observant, however, as you missed the way the boy beside you eyed you from the side smiling. The sun shone heavy then. As the bus pulled up to your new school, people flocked to the tall building. The stones were an ash yellow, letters missing from the sign that sat above the entrance doors, and cracks on the pavement from neglect. You wondered if this was a foresight into your academic career.
âI heard itâs haunted on the third floor.â A voice so suddenly pulled you out of your trance. You twisted your head around to see a boy, the sun seemed to get warmer as you watched his smile appear. âHi.â His hand raised slightly to give a wave, his head tilting with his smile spread so wide you couldnât help but smile back.
âHiâ, you look back at the building, âis it really haunted? Because I will not even step foot in the building if it is.âÂ
He shrugs, âRumour is there is a girl that occupies the third-floor girls bathroom. Her eyes got scratched out by a fox and no one came to help her, so now she haunts the bathroom to get revenge. If you see her reflection in the mirror and stare in her eyes, she claws them out.âÂ
You shiver, a sudden sick feeling rising from your chest, âOh absolutely notâ, you turn but he grabs your shoulders and faces you to the school, the sun suddenly exasperatingly hot. His back is pressed against you as his slight chuckle sounds through your ears.
âIf you can face it for one day, you can face it for the next few years, yeah?â You looked at the school once again, inhaled, looked at the boy, and exhaled. His smile, that smile, was just enough to get you to nod. What you didnât know is that the story wasnât even a rumour, it was all in the boyâs head. He saw you, scared and apprehensive to enter the school. He wanted to let you know that if you can survive the first day of high school, you can survive them all.
âY/Nâ you muttered, his eyes, those wide, brown eyes looked at you inquisitively, âMy name, itâs Y/Nâ. That smile returned as he moved to the front of you.
âJaeyun, or Jake. I donât really mind.�� He scratched his forearm as he let out a nervous chuckle. You finally take him in. You notice it all, the thick black hair in an almost middle parting, his straight thick eyebrows, his prominent lower lip that naturally goes into a pout, and his deep yet bright eyes that bore into yours. You took him all in. And he did the same. His teenage self saw you, every piece of you, you felt for the first time, that someone other than your reflection truly saw you. The sun burned your cheeks that day.Â
You learned so much about him that day alone. You learned that he loved football, that he was smart and creative, that he loves his dog Layla more than anything else, he hates being scared yet he has fun at haunted houses. He becomes your best friend by lunchtime. It was the next few weeks that let you learn everything you needed to know about Jaeyun. He bit his lip more often than not, he runs his fingers through his hair frequently, and his eyes go wide when he gets excited and wider when he is curious, when he smiles widely enough his gums start to show. You notice it all. He becomes your first love by Christmas.Â
You never let him know youâve fallen for him. Why would you want to ruin such a beautiful friendship when he doesnât feel the same way? You think he likes you for a while, but when you see him flirting with the class rep one too many times, you keep your feelings between you and the moon.Â
But that was just it, his flirting with the class rep was nothing more than his friendly nature. That touch he laid on her arm was just a simple gesture, with no deeper meaning. You notice his behavior with her and yet just like the first day, you fail to truly observe him. Jaeyunâs hands on your thigh as he laughed at your terrible jokes, his head that leaned on your shoulder even when he wasnât tired, how heâd stroke your hair while you were talking to your other classmates, his hugs lingering a little longer as he closed his eyes, how he subconsciously took the mushrooms from your side of the pizza because you hate the texture. You missed it all.
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One year later youâre both inseparable. Youâre happy. Jaeyun is disgruntled. You have a date, it has been a common occurrence since you turned 16. You go on dates, you think theyâre the one and cry to Jaeyun about how youâre unlovable. Itâs teenage naivety, itâs silly, itâs hurting him more than you could ever know. Jaeyun helps you pick out a dress that makes you look like youâre the only girl to ever exist. The pink sundress sits perfectly around your frame, the sun is out but clouds are forecasted, so you opt for a light white jacket.Â
âIs this okay?â You ask observing yourself in the mirror. You arenât delusional, you know you arenât the prettiest girl in the world, but when you put on a dress like this, you hope you look good enough. Jaeyun is hyper-aware of how you check yourself in the mirror a little longer than normal. All the dates and rejections, itâs getting to you, and Jaeyun hates it. He stands and stands close behind you.
âYou look like a princess. One any man would go to war for.â
You stop and take in his words. The sun leaks in through your window as you turn to him, âBe serious, Jake,â you say to him with annoyance, âcan you be serious.â
He doesnât understand, he is serious. Then, just like that it hits him. You donât believe him, you never have. Jaeyun has spent the past year observing you, your every movement, every lipstick, every dress, every blush. You have seen only one version of yourself and yet Jaeyun has seen every version. Every perfect version of you. âI am serious,â his hands land on your shoulder and hold you still, just like the first day you met, âYou look beautifulâ. He wished he could say anything more, but his 16-soon-to-be-17 year old self only has so many ways to express his thoughts of you.
âYeah,â you scoff and it makes Jaeyun stare at you, âIf I was then I would have a boyfriend by nowâ. Jaeyun feels it, harder than anything before, the urge to scream. As he goes to speak your phone dings. You pick it up, leaving his hands empty from your shoulders yet he is still, staring at the mirror, suddenly aware that maybe, just maybe, he isnât enough. Not enough for you. The sun sets behind clouds.
âMark is here. Iâll speak to you when I get back!â You hug him quickly goodbye and ascend down the stairs. His body doesnât move. The sun gets overtaken by the moon.
Itâs 9 pm that night, not a word from you. He thinks the worst, youâre always back by 8 pm latest. He texts you. Y/N, are you okay? Did everything go well?
An incoming call. Y/N. He answers immediately.
âJake,â pause, âwhat's wrong with me?â
That night he comes over and his first sight is your tear-stained face. Youâre in your bedroom, crying into his shoulder as he strokes your hair, an unfortunate circumstance you have found yourself in too many times this year. âWhy canât I just find someone to love me.â The statement makes Jaeyunâs hands tense around your shoulders and his jaw tense. You feel the shift and pull away as you see his eyes, stained glassed in tears, âJakeâŚwhatâs wrong?â
âAm I not enough?â The question knocks you back, confused.Â
âWhat-â
âWhy is it never me you choose? Why is it everyone but me?â His jaw is tight and tears are leaving his usually bright eyes. You try to process his words, make sense of them and yet your brain isnât comprehending anything that is happening. He inhales deeply before he speaks, but no words come out. You realise you have to say something.
And yet, no words come from you either, desperate stares are exchanged between you both as your jaw hangs open. The silence is enough for Jaeyun to feel he has ruined everything, and yet the silence means so much more than that. Itâs realisation of the feelings youâve buried, a realisation that Jaeyun, maybe just maybe, feels something for you.Â
Jaeyun canât hide his emotions, not truly. Heâs open and honest about everything. If heâs sad, happy, angry, or guilty, he feels it tenfold and it pours out. This was the one time he wished that wasnât the case right now.Â
Shaking your head you look at him, âJaeyun,â his eyes fall to his lap as he runs through what heâs just said, thinking about how any moment youâre going to walk out that door and never speak to him again. âJaeyun,â you repeat, hoping heâll look at you; he doesnât. âWhat are you saying?â You needed confirmation.
âYou look at everyone else, give them your time, put on your cute dresses for these boys that donât deserve it. Iâm not saying I deserve it but,â He looks at you with a fervor in his eyes youâve not seen, or rather, hadnât noticed, âcanât I get a chance to prove that I deserve it.â There is a want in his eyes, an innocent want of love, of pure unfiltered love. His chest feels like it's been buried in cement and his breathing is jagged through the tears he forgets are cascading down his face.Â
Without a beat of hesitation, your hands find their way to cup his face, your body shifting so youâre placed in front of his crossed legs. Your tears have stopped, crusted on your blushed cheeks. âSim Jaeyun, you are everything I have ever wanted.â And it was true. You never told him why these dates didnât work out. You started out thinking it was because you werenât good enough but as more dates happened you came to the realisation that its because they werenât. They werenât your Jaeyun. Your thumb wipes the free-falling tears and he looks at you, eyes wide.
The moon shines as bright as the sun as the confession pours from your lips. âI donât want anyone else. I want you. I didnât think I was an option for you so I tried to find someone that wanted me back.â His jaw tenses under your touch, the words hurt. His hands found their way to your waist and squeezed, a reassurance that you were always an option, the only option. âBut none of them were you.â The last sentence was a whisper, the room so silent it felt like you were shouting.
Jaeyun notices the tightness in his chest ease, and yet, he canât speak. He can only hug you tightly. Any words he has the courage to say, he canât speak while looking into your eyes. His chin rests on your shoulder, one of his hands still situated on your hip while the other is tangled in your hair. âYouâre so stupid.â He mentally cringes as the words leave his mouth. Out of all the thoughts in his head, why were they the ones to flee? His hand strokes your hair as he pulls back relieved to see a smile on your face. âYouâre so stupid, Y/N.â then he cups your cheek as he looks lovingly into your eyes. It feels like he is searching into your soul, trying to ask for permission - permission for what he doesnât know.Â
And then you kiss him. Your first kiss. His first kiss. Itâs soft, not much movement, but enough for both of you to understand each other's feelings. The air feels hot like the sun like itâs a hot August day. Like that first day.
Jaeyun shared every first with you. First kiss, first date, first time, first fight, first makeup.
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When you both went to school the next day, you held his hand. He took your hand in his often but this was the first time you held it as his. His love. People didnât even notice at first, you guys were always together but when he kissed you so tenderly outside of your math class it caught the attention of others. Jaeyun kissed you a lot. Soft fluttering pecks were bestowed upon your face any chance he could take like he was making up for lost time.Â
âGo on a date with me,â Jaeyun says as a statement rather than a question.Â
You looked at him with a smile and head tilted back. Hands are intertwined with his as you start to swing them gently back and forth, âWhen?â
âTomorrow. There is an outside movie theatre that opened up last week. Theyâre showing Labyrinth.â He notices your eyes shine, âI already bought the tickets so you have to go with me.â He laughed.
You paused and furrowed your brows, âBut you donât like Labyrinth, you said itâs too weird that David Bowie is trying to seduce a teenager.âÂ
âTrue,â He kisses your head, âbut itâs your favourite movie. Iâll look past the unnecessary bulges and age gap for you.â Your head hilts back and he notices, âWhat?â
âYou know they donât actually date, right? Like he just infatuated with her innocence,â you pause and he smirks, âOh..okay now yeah I understand what you mean.â He laughs at your final realisation. That laugh that made you smile. That laugh that made you want to start flying.
âWell, now we can go see it and you can watch it in a whole new light.â He kisses your lips, lingering there a little longer. He whispers against your lips, âSo come with me?â You peck his lips and nod as you move back.Â
âYou just ruined my favourite movie for me but since itâs you I suppose so.â You roll your eyes.
âGood. The tickets are nonrefundable.â He pulls you into him and laughs. Jaeyunâs chest vibrates under your cheek and his heartbeat fast.Â
You loved this. The way nothing had changed. Emotions were just heightened in the best possible way. Jaeyun was still Jaeyun, he was just your Jaeyun now.
âI gotta head to practice, Y/N. Iâll text you when itâs done.â He kissed you for the nth time and stared at you, âDonât miss me too much, babyâ He smirked as he saw your face go red. He had never called you any nickname before and especially not a pet name like this.Â
You gather yourself and roll your eyes and playfully slap his chest, âI think itâs more that you shouldnât miss me.âÂ
âI always do.â Not a beat missed, sincerity flooding his soft voice as he spoke the confession to you. Jaeyun was everything you could have asked for. He was it for you.
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You and Jaeyunâs first date was 30 minutes away. 30 minutes to stop your heart from leaping out of your chest and for your whole body to cool down. It was unchartered territory. You had been on all those dates but you could always calm yourself down by saying at least itâs not Jaeyun but now it is. So what do you do?Â
The sundress you picked out is suddenly feeling wrong. What if he doesnât like it? What if you look frumpy when you sit down? You stand in the mirror observing every possible angle he could see you in to determine whether to keep it on or not. Jaeyun has seen you in every type of state from sleep deprived to sick. It couldnât be worse than that, right?
Just as the golden sun floods through your window there is a knock at the front door. One last glance over in the mirror and a spray of perfume earns another chap at the door. You run downstairs and open the door quickly. âSorry, I was just finishing getting ready.â You say before the door is even fully open.
Jaeyun is speechless. His breath is shallow as he looks at you in the dress. Blue like the sky in June, your hair wavy with two white bows holding back those pieces that annoy you. He usually tucks them behind your ear because he knows how they annoy you. His eyes glance at your neck, a little wet from the perfume you had sprayed. His mouth is dry, his palms are sweaty, suddenly he rethinks every decision he has made with the choice of beige trousers, a white top, and a denim vest. He felt so stupid.
You look at him and see his brain working overtime. Oh no, you think to yourself. Is he trying to think of a compliment because he hates it?
Youâre both stupid. Stupidly in love.
âYou look,â he pauses trying to put into words how he feels, âYou look like youâre the muse for the stars.â They werenât even all the words he wanted to say but all he could muster up.
A blush creeps up to your cheeks and the hairs on your neck stand up. You look into his eyes, but his are too busy taking you in. You feel shy suddenly. There is a strange look on his face, like something youâve seen in movies but never in real life.Â
âUm, thank you, Jaeyun.â You cough and grab your jacket from the wooden rack, âYou ready to go?âÂ
âYeah.â He breathlessly lets out, not taking his eyes off you, but never making eye contact. Heâs scared to, just in case he says something too soon, too fast. He watches you put on your white slightly creased jacket. He loved this jacket on you. He loved everything on you really.
The walk to the outdoor movie is filled with random conversation, but he never looks at you. Jaeyunâs brain is filled with nothing but admiration; for you, for your outfit, for your body. He chokes it down, but every time your hair flies behind your ear he has to recompose himself.
You both arrive at the movie and give your tickets to the box office before finding your seats. There is little space to choose from but you find a summer seat on the left, a perfect fit for the both of you. The sun is setting.
Jaeyun pulls a blanket from his bag along with some strawberry laces, your favourite. âThanks, Jaeyun.â You smile and he reciprocates the gesture. You sit with your legs crossed as you drape the blanket over you both, âThank you for taking me here.âÂ
âIâll take you anywhere you want to.â He nonchalantly states as he looks for the snacks he packed and your heart flutters.
Once everything settles and the movie starts you move close to him, your knees resting over his thigh. It makes him settle his arm on your leg, his hand placed over your knee. Your body stills as you feel his hand rub your knee gently, he doesnât know what he is doing to you. As you look down you see his arm, veins prominently showing making you swallow but your mouth is dry. Youâre weak.
Jaeyun notices you shift slightly and he looks to you, âAre you okay, Y/N?â You simply nod and try to focus on the movie. Suddenly you start to notice Jarethâs bulge a lot more than you used to.
Damn was it always that in your face? You think to yourself. Jaeyun squeezes your knee to get your attention as he leans into you, âYou think I could pull off that outfit?â he points and sniggers as Jareth is shown on screen wearing the tightest silver trousers to ever grace mankind.Â
Normally you would laugh at the thought and come up with a snarky comment but right now, with his hand now placed on your thigh where the blanket has fallen, you imagining what he really would look like in those trousers - more importantly how big he would look - you half-heartedly let out a laugh and his right eyebrow raise. âYou okay, babe? You look kinda pale.â His hand squeezes your thigh and you jolt up in panic startling Jaeyun.Â
âI um, Iâm gonna go and uh,â you look around for any escape. You see a drink stand and thank whatever higher power there is for this opportunity, âUm, Iâm going to get a drink, like, do you want one?â You grab your bag not waiting for a response and head to the bright yellow stand.
Jaeyun is confused because he thought everything was going well. His mind started to swirl as he watched you put in your order. His eyes suddenly grew wide as it clicked into his mind, his hand, he was pushing you. This is your first date and he was so stupid to touch and squeeze you like that. He shoves his head in his hands and digs his palms into his eyes. Youâre so stupid of course she feels awkward youâre groping her on an innocent first date, are you thick?
You come back with a cherry diet coke for yourself and a grapeade for him. You hand him the drink and sit down. He mutters a quick thanks and shuffles away from you. You notice his sudden movement and sigh. If only you werenât so wrapped up in your own horny thoughts you might have been able to have a normal date. Why were you suddenly so aware of every attractive point of your boyfriend? Youâve known him for so long you should have had plenty of time to oggle at him so why did you choose now? When he was trying to do something nice for you and now look, you thought, youâve made him uncomfortable.
The rest of the date is quiet, you find yourself quietly singing along not noticing how Jaeyun is stealing glances. It's just like before you were his, the silent stares and longing to hold you. But he couldnât, not now that he thinks heâs made you uncomfortable, not realising it wasnât the uncomfortable he thinks it is.
The movie ends and you walk home in silence. Jaeyun doesnât hold your hand, doesnât look up, and simply keeps his head down until you get to your house.
âJaeyun I-â
âY/N, Iâm sorryâ
You both start at the same time, his head still hanging low as your eyebrows furrow,
âWhy are you apologising? I should be the one to apologise.â You state matter of factly.
âY/N, you never have to apologise if you feel uncomfortable. I shouldnât have pushed it so far. I was so stupid to just put my hand on your thigh like that, it was inappropriate.â He rants.Â
You are as confused as he was earlier. You step forward and grab his hand, âJaeyun I was never uncomfortable with that?â You blush as you go to say what you were really feeling but you stop yourself.Â
His head raises, eyes wide, âThen why did you just suddenly get up? Donât lie to me, if I made you uncomfortable donât feel the need to pretend I didnât just to save my feelings-â
âI was turned on.â Shit. Your hand leaves him and flies over your mouth, eyes widen.
If you could slap a man right now it would be Jaeyun. Slap that smug look off his face as his jaw is slack, smile on his face, and tongue tracing his canine. He shortly laughs and turns around so his back is facing you as he lets out the heartiest laugh he can. âJaeyun please stop laughing.â You find yourself slightly laughing as your hands cover your whole face.
Jaeyun spins and clasps his hands doubling over. You groan and playfully hit his shoulder.
Then just like that, his hands cup your face and his lips are on yours. âBaby, I thought I crossed the line.â He mumbles in between kisses. Youâre hands wrap around his waist as you feed into the kiss. Itâs passionate and hot, nothing like the rest. His hand comes around your throat and you feel his silver ring coldly pressed to your neck and you gasp. He uses this as an opportunity to stick his tongue down your throat. Youâre moaning, your body is pressing against him, feeling like you need to be connected to him in every way possible.Â
âY/N,â he whines into your mouth and you simply nod and kiss him deeper, if it was even possible.
Jaeyun sees a light turn on in your house. It was your mum and you were about to be caught any second. âShit, baby. I gotta go before your mum castrates me.â You shake your head and mutter a nu-uh as you pull him in for a kiss again, but Jaeyun simply pecks your lips and pulls away. âY/N please.â He fixes your hair in a rush and wipes your mouth with his thumb, âto be continued, yeah?â Jaeyun smiles before bolting away from the door, just in time as your mum opens the door.
âY/N? What are you doing standing out here?â Your mum questions you but you simply smile and shake your head never uttering a word. Heading upstairs to your bedroom you think about everything that happened. Your phone lights up your dark room like the sun protruding through clouds.
Iâm so happy I get to kiss you like that forever xÂ
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You and Jaeyun were kissing like that every chance you could. Before either of your mums got home, behind the stairwell during class, in the library during study periods, literally anytime you could. Everyone was sick of you both, teachers and students would roll their eyes. âYou guys are so disgustingâ, âPlease get out of my face with this lovey-dovey shit okay?â, âMr. Sim could you please move to the back of the class, this is a place of learningâ. Jaeyun always laughed and said it was just because they were jealous.
All you guys did was kiss but the more you did, the more you needed him in every sense.
One night your phone pings indicating a text message. It was Jaeyun.
Are you awake?
Jaeyun was never one to message you this late.
I am. Are you okay?
Can I come see you? Are your parents home?
You take a breath in
You can come. Let me know when youâre outside and iâll let you in
Time drags by slowly as you wait for him to text. This was so unlike him. Jaeyun never asked to randomly see you unless it was a reasonable hour, not half one in the morning. Your brain started to swirl around imagining every scenario. A breakup was forefront in your mind.
You and Jaeyun had been doing amazing, like something out of a crappy teenage love story but that doesnât mean everything was peachy. But nothing that could warrant a breakup.Â
Your phone pings. Your inhale holds for a solid 20 seconds before you check it.
out front x
You make your way downstairs, not unlike your first date with Jaeyun except this time you were quiet, floating down the stairs as best you could. You open the door and there he is. Clad in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his feet are wearing the Timberland shoes you (your parents technically) bought him. The denim jacket he was seemingly wearing before is draped over his arm.
âHi,â he says quietly. You say nothing but instead, move out of his way to let him in. It doesnât take but a second for him to step in and make his way up the stairs to your bedroom. Your parents are aware Jaeyun occupies your bedroom most days, but they would never allow him at this hour. You follow him into your bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.
âJaeyun, whatâs wrong?â you ask so quietly that he almost misses it. But he always hears you.Â
âI just,â he stops and sits on your bed watching his fingers as he seemingly counts them, âI needed to see you.â He doesnât look at you. The atmosphere is heavy.
âTalk to me.â You see him stop as you say this. His body is rigid suddenly. Jaeyun was always so open and honest so you quickly sit next to him in the hopes it will encourage him to speak. âYou can tell me anything-â
âI love you.â
The interruption is quick, too quick. You swallow your words and look at him. His eyes are focused on his hands but theyâre panicked. Say something you think to yourself and the first words are,
âYou do?â
He looks to the side but not quite in your eyes as he confesses, âOf course. Iâve loved you since I met you, I think.â
Deep inside you knew. You knew he was in love with you, and you him, yet here you are startled by his words. Your throat closes as you go to say it back. Why is your body so against you saying those simple words youâve felt for so long?
âY/N? Please say something.â He pleads. Is voice is strained, almost waiting for you to reject him.
âI-â you pause. Itâs been something youâve been wanting to confess for so long but you canât seem to get the words out. The words seem so insignificant compared to your feelings for Jaeyun. The love you hold for the boy could never be accumulated by mere words, but you say them, âI love you too, Jaeyun.â That soul confession youâve been wanting to say. His eyes finally meet yours as he cups your cheek. His hand felt like the sun on your skin.
âReally?âÂ
âYeah. Really.â You let out a breath before suddenly, as quick as your heart was beating, his lips were on yours, moving softly, just like always. You needed more than this, your body was aching for him in ways you didnât even know. You grabbed at his t-shirt desperately as you tried to connect your bodies as close as you could, your chest pushing against his as your hips raised from the bed, âI love you so much.â
That was enough for him to push your left shoulder onto the mattress as he hovered over you, his lips never leaving yours. You felt his lips getting needy, his grip on your waist and the hand that was once on your shoulder is now creeping lightly around your neck, his thumb brushing the area where your voice box is situated and making it harder for you to speak, not that you could speak.. Usually, if you got to this stage of desperation he would stop himself but you could tell he wasnât registering his actions, too deep in the lust and love of it all.
âJaeyun, baby,â you moaned lightly to grab his attention but he simply kissed down your neck to your collarbone, âJaeyun please.â He pulled away and his eyes were wild, drunk on you.
âSorry.â he states, âI got carried away.â Jaeyun goes to move back but you find yourself holding him by his t-shirt.
âDonât apologise. I want this.â You look at his eyes as they flicker from one emotion to another. His eyes once sorry are now pleading you to repeat what he thinks he has just heard. Your hands hold his face and bring him closer as you feel his breath on your lips, âI need you. I want this.âÂ
That was all it took before he was kissing you, his hands now both enveloping your waist. His lips were so soft against yours, the small whines he was making as he kissed you making your head spin. You needed him, more than you did at the outdoor movie, more than any other time you made out with him. It was another level.Â
His mouth traveled down your body, not removing any clothes but pushing your t-shirt up to kiss your belly right down to where your shorts met your hips. Your hips bucked to let him know he could take your shorts off and yet he doesnât. Not yet. He kisses along the line of your lower abdomen, his hands run up and down your calves slowly. Heâs teasing you and he knows it.
âJaeyun please donâtâ you whine as he looks up at you, eyes half covered by his lashes.
âDonât what, baby?â He kisses just under your belly button and trails down, âDonât touch you here?â His fingers press lightly on your slit and your hips buck upwards. Jaeyun grins and places a single finger slowly on your clit, âor here?â That was enough for you to let out a moan you didnât know you were holding in. He smiles, rubbing your sensitive spot over your shorts, âSo responsive, baby.â
You had never seen him like this. This Jaeyun was new to you, to both of you. He knew exactly what he was doing despite never having touched anyone like this before.
What you didnât know was that he had asked his friend Heeseung for advice only a day prior.
âHave any of you ever eaten a girl out before?â Jaeyun asked coyly as his friends sniggered. Only Heeseung didnât, he was the only one who knew how Jaeyun felt about these things, how insecure he was that he had never done anything like this.
âItâs all about listening and responding.â Heeseung states, âYou gotta try it out and read the room, yâknow? If you do something and she moans, do it again.â Heesung was only a year older and yet he knew exactly what he was talking about, âIf she likes it, do it again, if she doesnât, do something else. You need to learn about each othersâ bodies.â Jaeyun looked at Heeseung as if he were a master of the female body.Â
âHow do i do it right though? You always see those tiktoks about girls blasting guys for not being able to get them off,â Jaeyun pauses, âwhat if I canât?â
âYou will just listen to her, Jake. Let her control the situation without her even knowing she is.â
And thatâs what Jaeyun was doing right now. He was listening to your moans as he rubbed your clit. He heard your whine as he pulled his fingers away, eagerly pulling down your pyjama shorts.Â
As he looked at your naked core he could only moan to himself, desperate to bury his face in but he needed to know that this is what you wanted. âCan I?â The words sent you over the edge, you lifted your hips as an invitation but he had to hear you say it, âUse your words, baby.â
âPlease, Jaeyun.â You whimpered breathlessly, âI need you to make me feel good.â
And that was enough for him. Enough for him to dive his tongue between your folds, enough for him to circle your clit with his tongue, enough for him to moan at your taste. Everything in this moment was enough. His tongue was searching for every part of you that felt pleasure, and he hit every spot.
âJaeâŚoh my god,â you gasped and grabbed his hair as you pushed his face further into you, âBaby donât stop.â Jaeyun took that as a sign to keep eating you like his life depended on it. He was so glad Heeseung had sent him videos to show him how to pleasure a woman. Heâs glad he could please you. He moans at the sight of you being greedy for more because of him.
âBaby,â he whispers, his lips over your clit, âcan I?â He traces his middle finger over your entrance as he waits for the response. You donât know how you managed to huff out a âDo itâ but you do, and Jaeyun takes no longer than a second to shove his forefinger into you.
âFuck baby youâre gonna be so tight around me.â He moans as he thrusts his finger into you. You were scared to use anything other than your fingers to please yourself yet his felt so different, your walls felt so small suddenly. Your body clenches around him and he smiles, lips around your clit before circling his tongue. âMore.â you moan out which makes Jaeyun add another finger. His nose is nudging your clit more and more, his breath heavy as he pushes in another finger. He knows youâre close and yet you donât even register it. He knows you better than you do. âAre you gonna come, Princess?â
Princess
It was new, yet you nearly came at the nickname. âSo closeâ you admit as he continues at your pussy. Jaeyun was drinking you like it was his last drop of water out in the desert and that was enough for you to come undone. His fingers never slowed down, his tongue still lapping up everything you gave him. You were panting, hands still in his hair. You felt so succumbed to him that you could do nothing but stare at him, his wet lips stained by your pleasure looking right back at you, âYou okay?â He asks almost innocently.
âIâm fantasticâ you huff and he chuckles as he lays a soft kiss to your clit. The action makes you shudder, âJaeyunâŚâ you breathe. Jaeyun looks up at you, slowly climbing until his face reaches yours.
âWhat is it, love?â Right there, that is the moment you knew you could never be anyone else. The overwhelming emotions took over your body as you pulled to kiss him with fevour like never before. Your hands tangled in his messy brown hair, your eyes rolling as you kiss him, âJaeyun, I need you so bad.âÂ
He stares at you, almost in disbelief at your words, âAre you sure baby?â His eyes are pleading for you to say yes and to be honest, youâve never wanted anyone more in your life.Â
âIâm so sure, Jaeyun,â you whisper. Your hand slowly makes its way down to his cock, your hand slipping under his sweatpants as you stroke him gently, âLet me have every bit of you.â You slowly pump his cock as he groans and his head falls back.
âBaby stop before I-â he stops your hand, âIâll come if you keep doing that, at least let me come inside you.â Jaeyunâs eyes were pleading, desperate.
âJaeyun-â you whine. He moves away discarding his sweatpants and boxers. Your eyes fall onto his cock. It stood flat against his stomach, pink and oh-so-pretty. You werenât an expert but you could see it was at least 7â, his girth thick, a standout vein ran along the bottom of his shaft to the tip. Licking your lips you sit on your knees, waiting for him to do something.Â
Oh fuck Jaeyun thinks to himself as he sees you, feet tucked under your ass, eyes glued to his cock. The strap of your pyjama has fallen down and left your right tit peaking out. His cheeks flush at this innocent yet filthy sight of you.Â
Jaeyun starts taking his t-shirt off before leaning down to capture your lips with his. Its hard to tell whose lips are whose when theyâre tangled into each other like this. Falling back onto the bed he is hovered over you as his lips never leave yours with the exception of him taking off your tank top.Â
His hand finds its way back to your folds making you shiver and moan. The pleasure was too unbearable. âAre you ready for me baby or should I open you up some more?â His question was meant to be innocent - he really did want you to be ready for him, but you were so aroused that it was the most filthy thing to leave his mouth so far. The pleasure was so much that you couldnât find the words to tell him to put on a condom, but you knew he had to, âCondom,â you point, âSecond drawer.âÂ
He laughs, âDid you expect this to happen or something?â
Shaking your head and chuckling you reply, âGot them at the doctor's office when I was there. You know I canât pass up anything free.â He laughs even louder as he puts his forehead to yours.
One small kiss and he reaches over to the drawer to pull out a condom but he stops suddenly, âBaby?â You prop yourself on your elbows to see what has caught his attention and your face flashes a crimson red. Jaeyun pulls out a small vibrator and smirks at you, âIs this my competition?â His eyebrows raise and a smile etches onto his face.
Playfully you hit his chest as you both laugh. Jaeyun leans into you again as he disregards the toy. âIâll make sure you never need that again, baby. Only I get to make you come from now on, yeah?â He says as his lips brush against your own and you whine. You whine at how you donât doubt for a second heâs the only person or thing youâre coming forever again. âYou ready for this? We can stop whenever you want okay?â His voice is but a whisper.
âIâm ready.â
Jaeyun grabs his cock and drags it between your folds before he taps his head on your clit. âFuck, Jaeyun, need you.â That familiar wetness from earlier is soaking your sheets and his cock all at the same time. He doesnât stop teasing you, partly because he loves the way youâre wriggling and gasping under him but also to get you wet enough for him. Heeseung had also said itâs important to make sure youâre relaxed and wet enough that it would hurt less - he sent him videos on that too.
His tip is at your entrance once Jaeyun is convinced youâre ready to take all of him. âBreathe out for me baby, and if it hurts too much tell me.â His eyes never leave yours as you nod, âOkay.â
Jaeyun pushes his tip in as your hands find his shoulders and claw at them and he stops, âPrincess, you okay?â He puts aside his own pleasure for your comfort. You nod but he doesnât move as he waits for you to say something.
âIâm okay, Jaeyun. Give me a minute?â He nods and kisses you, as he leans forward his cock pushes more into you as you wince, âShit, love Iâm sorry.â Love. Jaeyun was bringing out every pet name he could muster and you couldnât get enough of it. You kiss him to let him know itâs okay. The pain wasnât as bad as you thought but that didnât mean it wasnât uncomfortable. You let him sit there for a minute.Â
âIâm good, you can go.â And he does, ever so slowly. This was new for both of you and you loved that you were each other's firsts. It wasnât awkward or tense, it was everything you needed it to be.Â
âBaby you feel so good.â Jaeyun whined as he bottomed out, his eyes scrunched tight, âI canât believe youâre real.â he whispered to himself.Â
Grabbing his face with both your hands you stare at him being absolutely lost in euphoria. You are doing this to him and it's making you feel suddenly so powerful. This newfound confidence is making your head spin, your hips lift to meet his as you speed up the pace and Jaeyunâs eyes land wildly on yours. âPrincessâŚfuckâ he gasps as you clench suddenly around him. He wasnât the only one to get some tips from other people, albeit your was from a TikTok you watched.
âIs it good, baby?â you whisper in his ear, and just like that, heâs spilling into the condom as his hips still. If you could tattoo one moment into your brain for the rest of your life it would be this; Jaeyun coming undone, his jaw slacking as he breathes heavily, his chest heaving up and down, sweat on his forehead. Your heart was warming at the very sight like you were watching the sunset.Â
Jaeyunâs arms grow weak and start shaking as he tries to hold himself up. âIâm sorry.â He shyly says as he reaches for your face, âI didnât mean to do that so quickly.â His face turns crimson red from embarrassment but you just laugh as you wipe the sweat from his forehead.
âJaeyun itâs okay, it was everything I could have asked for.â You smile softly at him as he shakes his head.Â
âNo, I should have made you finish.â His eyes burn with determination and you have no idea what he is thinking.Â
âBab-â one quick thrust from him was enough to stop your question in its tracks. The pleasure spreads through your body but you muster up the energy to say, âJaeyun you donât have to, oh god.â He quickens with vigor like never before, his hand coming down to rub your clit.
âPrincess I promised Iâd make you feel good, yeah?â He breathily says, his concentration on his movements rather than his words, âIâm gonna make you come again even if it's the last thing i do.â One thing you loved about Jaeyun is that when he put his mind to something, he made sure to see it through. And if that meant having your come around his cock, that's exactly what he was going to do.Â
You were trying to keep quiet and not alert your parents down the hall but that was a task easier said than done, you were moaning so loud that Jaeyun kissed you to muffle you.
âBaby you gotta be quiet,â he smirked as he thrust extra hard making you let out a long groaned moan, âI know Iâm good baby, but try.â You were so overwhelmed with pleasure you couldnât even roll your eyes at his cocky remarks. Instead, you fuelled his ego more, clenching around him and moaning into his shoulder.
âJaeyun..Iâm so-â
âI know, princess, I can feel you.â He whispers as he kisses your neck, âNeed you to come all over me, yeah?â you swear he has been smirking for the past 10 minutes, âyou love my cock, yeah?âÂ
âI love you.â Sincerity laced within your moan. Jaeyunâs eyes soften and his smirk falls into a pout of adoration. He loves you so much, everything he does from now on will always be for you. Youâre his everything.
âGod I love you too, princess.â He kisses you as his hips go faster. He doesnât tell you heâs getting overstimulated because seeing you in pure bliss like this is enough for him to forget his own discomfort for your pleasure.Â
âFuck, Jaeyun, right there baby please.â You moan and he continues, he loves how vocal you are.Â
âBaby, come for me.â He rubs a thumb over your cheek as tears well in your eyes, âJust for me, give me it all.â He whispers before he pecks your forehead.
You have never felt anything quite like this. All the mixed emotions of ecstasy, love, adrenaline, and joy wash over you as you practically scream his name followed by a bunch of profanities. Jaeyun is quick to kiss you to keep you quiet but that just makes you moan loader, orgasm seeming never-ending.
First times in novels and movies are depicted as these beautiful, hard-to-compete-with moments but now they all seem so dishonest and lacking compared to what youâve just experienced. You wouldnât trade this moment for the world, you wouldnât trade Jaeyun for anything.
Coming back down you open your eyes to see Jaeyun smiling at you and stroking your hair, âPrincess you did so well. Iâm so proud of you. I wasnât too much was I?â genuine concern etched on his face.
âNever. Iâm so in love with you.â you giggle and kiss him.
âBabe I will come again if you say that.â He laughs before pulling out. The empty feeling that was once the norm now feels out of place. You donât know how you ever lived before him, not being full of him.Â
Jaeyun hisses as he takes the condom off and walks to the bin. You take the chance to look at him naked once. Thats all mine you think to yourself and smile lazily. As Jaeyun turns around he catches your smile and tilts his head, âY/N? What are you smiling at?âÂ
âYou,â you start, âjust smiling at the fact youâre mine.â Suddenly shy you cover your face with your arm and giggle. He strides over and hovers over you again removing your arm so he can see your face.
âAlways. Iâm always gonna be yours.â
You cuddled as the sun rose.
#I'm not super happy w this but it'll do#enhypen smut#enha smut#jake smut#jake x reader#aj writes#jaeyun smut#enhypen
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jar of wind part three
Wynnie Lara is a fairy that was saved from a jar from Amarantha's reign of terror, but is soon figuring out that her time of peace is coming to a end.
warnings: angst, light gore, unedited
word count: 2.1k
eventual eris x oc
The wind helps me reach The Night Court in record time even though it was fighting me the entire way, my satchel holds mine and Erisâs gift for Nyx. A stuffed fox and a hand-crafted wooden play tea set. The weather when I get here is cooler than it was when I left, which makes sense considering Summer has come to an end. However, something seems off in the air and I canât place what it is. Shrugging my shoulders and letting out the breath I was holding, I just blamed it on the nerves of being back here.Â
When I finally get to the River House I notice some slight changes; like the wind chimes I had placed had been taken down or the sun catchers that were hanging are now lying in the dirt half haphazardly covered in soil. I roll my eyes and sigh. I grip my satchel a little tighter and fold my glowing wings behind my back. My pink glow has turned into a warm purple matching the sunset in the sky that is covering Velaris.
A sinking feeling coats me when I am about to knock on the door, hearing sounds of laughter and excitement escape through the small cracks of the door. I suddenly wish Eris was with me but shake off the thought. He is a High Lord now, he has more important things to worry about than you. I think to myself. My hand was hovering over the door for an awkward amount of time before I just decided to rip off the bandage and knock.Â
A breath releases from me when it is Elain who answers the door and not someone else. Her face brightens with a huge grin and she practically tackles me with a hug.Â
âWynn!â She shouts, and I am wondering if she has had just a little bit to drink. I grin back and say her name in a quieter tone.Â
She pulls me into the warm house, her pale pink dress fluttering around her as she moves. She was always so naturally welcoming to me. When she had first discovered me lying in the sun on one of her flowers she almost had a heart attack but quickly after that, we became close friends. I doubt I would have met the rest of the inner circle if it werenât for Elain. So maybe thatâs why I always felt like an imposter here.Â
âYou and I have so much to catch up on!â She tells me. I shoot her back a grin.
âAs if we werenât sending letters back and forth weekly?â I say with a teasing smile.Â
âIt is simply not the same, I must see your reaction.â She responds in a whisper as though she doesnât want anyone else to hear.Â
âAhh. I understand.â I whisper back in the same joking tone. We arrived where everyone else had been sitting and a silence went over the room. I internally wince at the awkwardness, but luckily it does not last long when Feyre and Nesta stand to greet me.Â
âWynnie Lara!â Nesta says she and Feyre pull me into a hug, Nesta in a gray dress and Feyre in a dark blue one. I look over their shoulder to see Azriel avoiding eye contact with where we are standing, and Cassian and Rhys both have guilty smiles on their faces. It seems I arrived a little too late and Nyx was put to sleep already.Â
When the sisters pull away from their hug I am left there standing awkwardly with Elain hanging off of my shoulder. Sheâs keeping my body warm and relaxed even though I would rather be anywhere else right now.Â
Rhys clears his throat, âWynn I want to apologize for how things were left the last time you were here.â I give a stiff nod in acknowledgment before saying,
âIs that really how you feel or is that what your wife told you to say?â and the room responds in a thick silence. âBecause I do not think I can trust any words that leave your mouth High Lord.âÂ
He gives a wince, âI deserve that.â Nesta coughs and takes a sip of her drink muttering something under her breath.Â
âDid you come here to throw a pity party or did you come here to celebrate?â Azriel butts in as if he is bored of this whole show.
âI donât know Azriel, what poor girl do you have feeding your hero complex to make you so relaxed?â I bite back. âJust a forewarning, she probably wonât stick around once she realizes how much of a little bitch you are.â He stands up abruptly and Rhys raises his hand as a warning and someone snorts in the background.Â
âWynn,â Rhys says shocked. I look at him and my glow turns pink and I mutter out a weak, âSorry.â Iâm not.Â
âI actually do have a gift for little Nyx,â I say and reach into my satchel. Elainâs face is still tucked into my neck, and she whispers âYou smell like clove and nutmeg.âÂ
I grin a little knowing that is the Autumn Courts doing, and my mood goes melancholy when I realize I miss it. When I pull out the little toys, Feyreâs face lights up and before she walks over Rhys puts a hand out in front of her to stop her.Â
âWynn.â He says, âWhere were you for the past few months?â He asks although I suspect he already knows the answer.
âHome, High Lord,â I respond sharply. âThe Autumn Court. Eris sends his regards.â
âAre you fucking kidding me?â Azriel shouts out. âYouâre a traitor Wynnie Lara.â I roll my eyes.Â
âOh to the Mother. No, I am not.â I breathe before continuing, âIf any of you actually took the time to get to know me, you would have already known that is where I am from. I mean the girls already knew and to be honest the only one who has a right to be upset is Mor and she is not.â I take notice that Mor was not here which was weird considering it was Nyxâs birthday but that tells me she is probably on an important mission.Â
âMy kind also has a tragic backstory, just like you guys. My people, my species were hunted for sport centuries ago. Humans, fae, it didnât matter it was a game. So when it was eventually outlawed across Prythian we had already borderline gone extinct.â I say with a shaking voice. I look to see horror across everyoneâs face and it fills me with some sick satisfaction that they regret how theyâve been treating me.
âWynn-â Elain starts but I pat her hand to let me continue.Â
âThe worst time though, was not the hunting. No, it was Amarantha. Yes I know I was stuck in a jar. But I watched her terrorize the rest of my people for fun, ripping them in half and plucking their wings off their backs as if they were nothing but gnats. All I have seen for my kind is gruesome bloodshed.â I have tears streaming down my face as I continue.Â
âThe only one to ever show me kindness during all of that was Eris. That is because he and I grew up together. When I found the Autumn Court there was a childrenâs shelter that I made my home for years. He and I found each other in the woods in our youth, he was the one to break me out of that damn jar when everything was over. Without him, I would have been stuck in the jar or worse.
Because of his fatherâs cruel reign, once I was healed enough Eris sent me here for sanctuary. I did not know any of you really besides Feyre and that was only because she was the Cursebreaker.â I managed to get out. Elain wrapped me up in her arms whispering words of encouragement while swaying us both. Feyre had tears streaming down her face. Nesta had a hand covering her mouth in dread and Cassian rubbing her back with the same grim look on his face.
Azriel is wrapped in shame and Rhysand looks horrified. He stands up and walks towards me, gently takes the gifts out of my hands, and offers me a hug. And for a moment I donât return it, but when I do, I feel a weight taken off my shoulders.Â
âWynn if we would have known.â Rhys starts but I interrupt.Â
âYou would have what? Treated me better? Do I not just deserve your kindness as is? Or do people have to have some sort of traumatic backstory to earn your respect?â I clear my throat and nose once I pull back, âI did not tell you guys that to pity me, I am telling you because just because I am kind and small does not mean I am weak or some pushover. If you do not want me here thatâs fine I will leave. But do not take whatever feelings you are struggling with, out on me.â I make it a point to hold eye contact with Azriel for that last part.Â
âI think we all owe you a huge apology for how you have been treated since arriving in Velaris. This city was built to be and stay a sanctuary, so the fact that you have been behaved towards so unfairly is embarrassing, to say the least.â Rhysand says standing sternly next to me.
âI am sorry the most. I have no real reason to have treated you the way I have.â Azriel speaks softly. âPlease forgive me.â I look at him and give him a once-over. He is slouching in the chair he is sitting in, hands rubbing his face as the shadows around him twirl.Â
âI do forgive you but I do not think I could ever trust you,â I respond in the same tone, he winces and nods. Everyone gives their condolences to me, even Elain but I think thatâs because she is tipsy and her emotions are just heightened.Â
After the tense moment is over I let the group know that I will be leaving. The three sisters all looked shocked.Â
âI really do wish I could stay longer but I have work to do back in Autumn, plus something is wrong. Or is about to be wrong, I am not sure.â I say with a furrow of my brows grabbing my arms and wrapping them around myself. My wings glow and twitch as I think about the shifting of the wind. And my hue finally changes back to its normal orange-pink.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Cassian finally speaks up with a questioning look on his face.Â
âI have a hard time trying to describe it in words, but I am connected to the wind as you all know. And itâs shifting weirdly and in abnormal patterns. I can normally predict how the weather is going to be based on it and I have been wrong little to none because of being able to read the wind. Recently though it is like I have never interacted with the wind at all.â I utter all at once.Â
âI am not sure though. I have to get back to my research and experiments to figure more out. Once I do, I will make sure to write.â I let out with a soft smile.
I am sensing because of the heavy conversation and the lateness of the evening that the party is over. I give my goodbyes, hug Elain, and make sure she will still write to me weekly. With that, I take off back into the night sky and head home.Â
While gliding through the air I had almost reached the Autumn Court when the wind around me went frigid and midflight I dropped towards the ground. Once my wings regain their sense of balance I spin in the sky looking for a threat, and as expected I come up empty. As I am about to continue my flight home a hard spike goes through my left hand. A yelp leaves my throat and I look to see an arrow, piercing my hand. I yell as I start to fall, my wings having a hard time opening. I get shot with another arrow through my right thigh, I let an agonizing scream out and close my eyes once I hit the cold ground with a hard thud.Â
Bleary-eyed trying to stand I feel warm blood coming out of my hand and leg, I see a figure walking towards me and I try to crawl away leaving a trail of fresh blood following me, âNo, leave me alone.â I grunt out. Once they reach me I pray to the Mother that my death be swift, and then it goes dark.Â
a/n: soooooo what did yall think?
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Just a "lil" silly request but can I request a werewolf! Miguel with Kitsune! Reader. Probably some wholesome hcs or a story with them with their newly born children. It's up to you if you wanna add some soft lewd into it or not.
A/N: this sounds kinda cute
Werewolf!Miguel x Kitsune(fox)Reader!
When the two of you first met, you were laying in the middle of the forest, injured. You were in fox form and had gotten into a hunter's trap. You managed to escape and ran far, entering your human form and laying against a tree trunk, nursing your injured ankle.
You were suspectable to predators, considering you were a bit smaller and hardly know how to defend yourself. You bring leaves to surround yourself to mask the scent of your blood, hoping it'll work. It worked for awhile as you tended to your ankle, turning into your fox form to lick your wound and whimper. Unfortunately, there was one nose that had a good sense of smell. A wolf.
You could smell the strong scent from nearly a smile away, and it was closing in quick. You attempted to run out of sheer panic, but your injured foot slowed you down. Soon, you came face to face with the large predator. He loomed over you, wind rustling his blue fur, red eyes fixated on you. You cowered to the ground, ears flat against your head, making noise of distress as he inched closer.
You shut your eyes when his wet nose sniffed you, and yelped when his teeth dug gently into your scruff and lifted you up off the ground. He carried you to his den, and you noticed he was a lone wolf. You kept trembling, whimpering, scared that these were your last moments. Up until he laid you down on his nest and shifted into his human form.
The wolf stood at 6'9, body hairy and muscles rippling. "It's okay," he said gently, squatting down, reaching out a hand to scratch the spot behind your ear, "I'm not going to hurt you."
He's a wolf. A lone wolf at that. He could hurt you. But his eyes were gentle, even if his expression remained neutral. So, you shifted back into your human form, covering your bare breasts. That night, the wolf-named Miguel-tended your foot and brought you bird to eat.
From there, a relationship blossomed.
In fox form, you laid on his back as he trudged through the thick brush of the forest, hunting down meek prey or going to a lake to bathe. You quite enjoyed relaxing on his huge body in both animal form and human form. He was big, warm, and inviting. He never minded the company either. He quite enjoyed having you around.
Miguel one day brought you the pelt of a elk, presenting it as a gift, as a way of asking for you to me his mate. Which you accepted and worn it in your human form.
Miguel became extra protective once you became his mate. He growled if anything came near the cave or walked too close to you, looking out for any threats.
As humans, he hugged you close, littering you in kisses, adoring you.
The sex? Holy fuck. You two only fucked in human form, and boy, did Miguel go crazy. Especially when he fell into a rut. He fucked you for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, and once he's knotted, he'll calm own long enough to tend to you, right before his mind is overrun in lust and he obliterates your pussy.
He always took care of you after, especially after his ruts. Miguel felt bad for putting you through that, but you enjoyed it. Told him he had no reason to worry, but he always worried. You were precious to him, and he the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.
Then you fell pregnant and he was all over you. Making sure you ate enough food, brought you enough water, stood guard at the entrance of the cave and scaring anything away. You gave birth to two kids, a boy and a girl, and you loved them so much. They were hybrids, a mix of a fox and wolf.
Miguel praised you for doing a wonderful job for the labor, and made sure you recovered from the long labor. He took good care of his family, even deciding to merge into human society. The kids had to get used to staying in human form and going to school, and you staying at home to be a dutiful house wife, and Miguel getting a job.
It was a rough transition, but you guys managed.
Sometimes you wondered how that day would've gone differently. The day you were injured. If Miguel either ate you or never found you, or if you never got injured. Would life be the same? Different? So many possibilities, but as you did dishes, staring out the window to watch the children play, you smile.
Miguel comes up behind you and hugs you, kissing your neck. "What are you thinking about, my love?"
You turn around and hug him, sighing softly. "Nothing, my love." You squeal when he spins you around and drowns you in kisses, swatting at his chest when you got water on your brand new clothes.
Yeah, life is great.
#miguel o'hara#miguel ohara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#miguel o'hara smut#miguel ohara smut#just like slightly tbh#spiderman 2099#cherryberry answers#across the spiderverse#across the spider verse#miguel ohara fanficiton#miguel o'hara fanfiction
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Fox is scouting the holonet and sliced databanks for planets suitable to hide troopers facing decommissioning. Confined to Coruscant he asks Bacara for help not realizing his brother had already started to establish a safe space to sent the troopers deemed "not fit" to serve with the Marines to
He'd never seen snow. His eyes were open wide reflecting the earnest wonder the rest of his face didn't convey. The hand previously cardling his fist clutching his encrypted comm close to his heart slowly reached towards the colorless cristalls dancing in the cold air, palms facing towards the grey sky offering more and more of its frozen tears. It was bitingly cold, so cold that their breaths were visible.
They had stepped down the ramp in silence, not announcing their arrival was the safest thing to do. Their dark hair, brows and lashes were already contrasted by white decorations of snow flakes after a few moments of standing still. His eyes began to slowly crinkle in a smile, it was subtle but noticable to anyone who knew what to look for. The few who had seen his smile in the private quarters they had shared back when all of them had still worn blues. Tilting his head towards the one man at his side, Fox closed lips turned upwards and his signature dimples appeared on his slightly gaunt cheeks.
"It smells so nice."
Bacara had never realized how being stationed on Triple Zero meant more than the pressure of working constantly surrounded by natborns. The Guard would've met more cultures and races during their service than any other corps. But they were also working on the planet with the least natural phenomena present, the least space to decompress. The endless jungle of buildings, durasteel floors and artificial skies did a poor job at imitating the galaxy's vastness. It was a poor attempt of representing cultures when there was no room to actually express those in a shared experience even one as simple as maybe gardening. Unless you were karking rich of course. He briefly pondered if all his brothers in the Guard got to know were the everlasting Kaminoan rain and the Coruscanti sunny weather simulation. Then he nodded slowly.
Fox was directly facing him, his eyes closing fully now, while he kept breathing in the clear air deeply as if he had been deprived of it before. He didn't even flinch at the shriek of a local bird but for once seemed to enjoy being oblivious. Existing in this very moment, he looked serene and trusting and safe. The bucket was clipped to his belt and the rest of the cold assault armor he'd lent from the 21st did nothing not hide the warmth Fox radiated into this private moment shared between two brothers. Bacara swore to himself then and there he would find a way to confide in the other commanders to one day gather them to witness the peace of their own secret safe space.
I just think Fox and Bacara would make a terrific (and probably terrifying) duo. But they could also be the best frenemies in the "I am the only one allowed to shit talk about this idiot" way
#commander fox#commander bacara#star wars#star wars clone wars#star wars tcw#the clone wars#brainworms leave plotholes
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My dude, all your fanfics and ideas for baby Tails break my heart. I need more! How do you think Sonic would take care of a sick Tails? Do you think Tails would be so delirious with fever that he would not calm down until Sonic holds him? Who knows....
Glad to know Iâm damaging your heart! Thatâs my whole goal, thank you for reading!
We donât have nearly enough Tailsâ sick fics out there, but BABY TAILS sick fics? We have a shortage, and that canât be.
Now, as for how would sonic react to a sick baby tails, in case of a babyfied Tails thereâs a variety of angst and comfort levels all around, but, if it were the unbreakable bond early days, both little Sonic and baby Tails? Heâd be so stressed! These kids are all alone, donât have a home, and clearly are not medicine professionals, so just try and imagine poor little Sonic panicking because suddenly his tiny fox kit started coughing and wheezing and he doesnât know what to do, and poor baby Tails longing for Sonic to just hold him and tell him everything would be right?
Just imagineâŚ
Sonic knew Tails was small
Tails was already so small, way too little for a four year old, his arms and legs way too short, his fluffy fur hiding how thin he was, and his tails big enough to blanket him almost completely, he was way too adorable, and so, so small.
But looking at him, right now, with the sweat staining his messy fur, his ears flatted down to his skull, and his little nose sneezing restlessly while he tried to curl into the littlest, tiniest ball of fur ever with little whines and whimpers leaving his throat almost every time he breathed, all while the speedster could just sit beside him cause nothing he did seemed to soothe him, Sonic felt like he was the small one.
Worried? an understatement. Scared? An inexactitude. Sonic was right down panicking.
The blue blur could handle 10 ton killing machines, ruthless natural disasters and evil crazy scientists threatening to end the world every day. But hiding from the rain in a cold, dark cave, sitting on the rocky ground beside a sweaty sick fox cub who pretty much looked like he war right up dying? Seeing and hearing how every cough and sneezed hurt him from the inside? He wasnât sure he could handle this.
Tails was breathing heavily, almost like crying, but no tears left his eyes, not that he could see them anyway, he hadnât opened his eyes since a few hours ago, sniffing and getting coughing fits every few minutes while his chest made a rumbling sound, but it wasnât the kind of rumbly buzzing it made when the kit was all snoozed close to Sonic, when he wasnât sick, when he wasnât in pain. He wants that sound back.
The warmth that surrounded the little fox was nothing like the comfortable coziness Sonic felt whenever he snuggled close to him, when his little paws would reach for Sonicâs arm and try to hug him, when the little kidâs head below his chin felt like he was holding the most softest, warmest, freshly baked bread bun in the world. No, this wasnât like that. This time, the heat that evolved him felt like hell was inside the kitâs skin trying to melt both himself and Sonicâs heart.
Sonic knew that being sick felt like freezing in your own cold sweat, your body fighting against itself trying to stay alive, even if it meant setting itself ablaze while feeling so he didnât wanted to rip the thin blanket way from him, but the kid was not just warm, he was burning.
There was nothing his speed could do against the baby foxâs inmune system, nothing that his quills could break with a spindash, no way he could just take the kid and try outrun the threat.
He gave him all the water they had, tried to put some wet rags on his body and spent his very last dime on some cough syrup that didnât seemed to be of much help. Tails was hurting, and Sonic couldnât do anything about it.
He doesnât know how didnât he noticed him getting ill, sure, he was kinda quiet, but it have been raining for some days now and neither of them enjoyed stormy nights, both of them stayed silent when they were sad or upset, so he thought it was probably just that.
It wasnât.
He did everything he knew was supposed to be done when a kid was sick, even when said kidâs little paws weakly waved him away when he tried to comfort him, even when he pouted and whined as he was forced to drink some water so he wouldnât dehydrate, and even if he refused to open his mouth every time he needed to take his medicine; poor kid must be so scared and confused, not fully awake curling in himself not to show his face to Sonic, he must think someone was trying to hurt him. He must think he was alone again.
Sonic hadnât left his side in hours, he wasnât planning to, and yet, he was starting to feel lonely himself.
Tails thought he wasnât a bad kid anymore.
Heâd been told all his life than only bad kids would get sick like him. All the adults from his hometown yelling at him for even daring to get close to the village when he was coughing. All the other kids running from him when he sneezed. And his own body betraying him whenever he tried to stand while his head felt like exploding.
Apparently being âcursedâ with twin tails wasnât enough. He was bad enough of a kid to be sick almost everyday of his life before he met Sonic.
Tails knew only bad kids got sick. Because bad kids who stole from peoples garbage would get the most horrible tummy aches. Because bad kids who stayed in the rain when there was a storm would always fall to the ground when their chest made those nasty grumbly sounds that hurt every time they breathed. Because only bad kids would vomit nothing but liquid when they took water that wasnât theirs.
He thought that now that he was with Sonic and didnât need to do any of that, then maybe he was a good kid, maybe the universe forgave him, maybe the cosmos knew he always tried to help Sonic save the world, maybe reality wasnât as cruel as to make him sick now that he was a good kid!, so he ignored the lingering pain in his chest whenever he talked for too long, he didnât mention anything about how stuffed his nose felt and how nauseous the thought of food made him feel, neither about how as the hours passed he felt like his body was trying to cook itself alive, he was a good kid now, so it mustâve been a defense mechanism against the cold weather, nothing else.
But he did got sick, so he was still a bad kid.
It was fine, he had been through this before, he just needed to wait a little while, maybe less than two weeks, he was in better shape now than last time this happened, when he was alone and got sick he knew if was hungry enough he would just fall asleep for a few days and wake up with a horrible headache and a runny nose, but that just meant he would feel better in three or four more days, he could take it. But he wasnât alone now, and even if his heart wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his big brotherâs arms until he got betterâŚ. He didnât want Sonic to go through that, Sonic wasnât a bad kid, he was the bestest friend in the world, the bestest greatest brother in the world, he didnât deserved to get sick.
So even if he couldnât open his eyes, even if all his body hurt like he was made of broken glass, he waved him away, surely Sonic didnât know he could get sick from being around him, so he needed to protect Sonic from his sickness, he needed to protect Sonic from him. Even if he tried to pet his forehead or scratch behind his ears, and even if Tails wanted nothing more than to be hugged by him, he needed to protect Sonic, so he curled in himself, rolled on his side when his brother got too close, and even scratched his arms when he tried to pet him. Tears finally started rolling down his tired eyes when he heard his brotherâs sudden hiss to the touch of his claws, no, anything but that, he didnât wanted to hurt him, he didnât wanted him to be ill, he didnât wanted his brother to suffer because of some cursed freak, and now he was the one crying, he didnât deserved to cry, he didnât got time to cry, he could already feel the rest of his energy going away with the falling of his tears, his body already felt so heavy, sleep taking him down more and more with every heart beat, and as much as it hurt, he needed to get his brother away from him or he would try to comfort him again, he couldnât risk Sonic getting sick just for petting him.
Bad kids didnât deserved to be petted.
That was it. Trembling and whining were bad enough besides being sick, but tears? The blood coming out from the little claw scratches on his forearm didnât sting nearly as much as the tears falling down the kidâs eyes did.
No, he couldnât take it anymore, it didnât matter if he scratched his face, growled at him or bit his hands, he couldnât give him a solid home, five star medical care or even a proper bed, but he could give him this.
He was no doctor, and he knows that no amount of hugs could cure the little fox, but again, no doctor could really know how much better it made Tails feel whenever he was hugged, but Sonic knew, cause no matter when or how, or the limited timeâs heâs done it, but he knows that for this tiny baby fox, hugs made him sleep, hugs made him purr, and hugs made him smile. When all the wet rags, medicine and blankets donât do their job, hugs were the best comfort in the world.
And so the speedster finally placed himself on the ground, not just beside the fox, but completely surrounding him, holding him close to his chest while the kit mumbled silent whines and tried to move his paws against him, hoping the lullaby of his heartbeat could be enough to soothe the little cub, longing for the calm sound of his brotherâs almost silent snoring, demanding to anything thatâs out there to let him keep his brother alive, to let him end his pain and make him smile soon.
He didnât really believed in anything up there, if they were real, they werenât doing their job if the traumatized kid in his arms had anything to say. But Sonic believed in himself, and if the universe wanted to take his kid from him, theyâd have to rip him from his dead cold hands, and he wasnât going anywhere.
He held Tails even closer, whispering soft nothings to him, the kitâs wet nose pressing to his chest while he pet his ears and ran his fingers through his bangs, the foxâs whimpers and loud breathing made his heart ache, but he was still breathing, all cold, sweaty and scared, but breathing.
He wasnât crying anymore, no longer fighting his big brotherâs embrace, no longer trying to get away or to hide from him, and suddenly melting into his touch, relaxed enough that Sonic could feel the heartbeat on his chest against his own.
Then the most beautiful sound ever blessed his ears.
Tails didnât know why Sonic didnât leave him alone. He didnât know why he seemed even more eager to get close to him after he hurt him to the point of bleeding. He didnât know why he got to the ground and held him closer to his chest when the tears appeared, when he was the one who hurt him. And he didnât know why he didnât try to stop him. He needed to protect him, he was barely awake but he could try a last effort. He could push him away. Letting him know he was dangerous to be around one last time. He had to.
His brotherâs heartbeat was always fast, almost sounding like a buzzing instead, what would be annoying to most people, but to Tails? Being held right now, his head cradled to the crook of his heroâs neck, listening from up close to the rapid beat, it was the most soothing sound heâs ever heard. As much as he needed to push Sonic away, and as much as his mind told him to protect him, his heart knew that being there, in his big brotherâs arms, he didnât wanted to move away from there, ever. It felt like the safest place in the world. It was the safest place in the world.
Just being there close enough to feel the hedgehogâs breathing over him, getting his forehead rubbed and his ears scratched while the speedsterâs voice engraved itself in his heart, It made his headache almost bearable, his tears slowly stopped, his breathing no longer felt like chocking, and the warmth that he felt before was no longer burning, but rocking him to slumber.
Only good kids deserved to be held with love, he knows that, he was never held like this before. Even when every single person on his home island refused to even touch him if it wasnât to hurt him, and even if he doesnât remember ever being held like this by his parents, Sonic was here, holding him. His brother was holding him.
The pain and sorrow that embraced him finally being replaced by a comforting rumbling coming from his own chest.
Maybe he was a good kid after all.
#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#sonic and tails#unbreakable bond#theyâre brothers your honor#they are cosmic truth#baby tails#baby miles tails prower#love is the greatest medicine in the world at least to Tails#please he just a baby#he just a lil guy#anon ask#thank you for asking sometimes I have ideas already written but donât think theyâre good a enough to post them but this put me back to work#sonic fanfiction
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Title: Slippery Slope. Fandom: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes. Rating: T. ( Intensity, implications) Pairing: Eventual Noa x Human!Reader.
***NOTES: Finally a chapter with a decent length. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me along this storyâs journey. I would love to hear more from you guys, what you think of the chapter, or any predictions for what might happen! Tagging @imaginarydreams
Chapter 7: At Odds
You
It wasnât long after Noa left that you found sleep again. It wasnât completely restful though, odd dreams and quick flashes of memory plagued you until you woke up once more. You sighed, eyes cracking open to steal a glance towards the opening by your fire, noting it was barely dawn, the cool blue tone of morning still reflecting along the sides of the rock. You closed your eyes again, wanting just a little bit more time, hoping that if you went back to sleep now it would be dreamless.
You blamed the visions on your conversation with Noa, reawakening thoughts and feelings you buried a long time ago. You knew whatever peace you found last night wouldnât last, but even you had to admit this was a little too soon. You heard a faint scratching of rock next to you, and you groaned internally. Bringing your hands up to rub at you eyes, you wondered if a bird had gotten in.
You turned your head, suddenly coming face to face with brown eyes, auburn fur, and white teeth. Your own eyes widened, frozen in place as you stared at the predator in front of you. Itâs body was lithe, crouched in a position that suggested it was ready to either leap or dash away. Your eyes focused then on its mouth, open but not snarling or frothing. No rabies then, but not necessarily a non-threat. It was studying you just as you studied it, each of you waiting for the other to move.
You slowly placed a hand on the edge of your bed, the red tail fox sniffing and inching closer as you did. This surprised you, having come across foxes before and never experiencing this level of naĂŻve curiosity in them before. In the past, they had let out a horrendous screeching noise before dashing away into the woods. Your mom had loved the creatures, saying they reminded her of domesticated cats that used to roam free when she was a child. She never explained what happened to them, only that they no longer existed. She had modeled your shelter after the foxesâ homes apparently, which also explained why she called it a burrow. The engineering was smart though, having two different ways of getting in and out, one obvious, the other hidden in case of a predator cornering you.
The fox paused as you tentatively pushed yourself into a sitting position, its eyes lingering before darting to the left. You looked then to the ledge a foot away from you. The half eaten salmon that Noa gave you, still wrapped in the leaf, sat there cold and untouched. The fox was hungryâŚand desperately so if it was willing to get so close to you. You leaned over hesitantly, not wanting to spook it, and grabbed the fish.
It whined then, almost sounding like a laugh as it swayed left then back right. Thatâs when you noticed the protruding ribs. Foxes were meant to be thin, but not that thin. Its mouth opened in another whine, tongue lolling out slightly as it raised its paw only to put it back down exactly where it had been. You chuckled, looking at the fish in your hand, then to the fox. It was waiting patiently. You leaned forward, ready to spring back if it decided to lunge at you instead of the volunteered meat. It sniffed at the offering in your hand, head inching closer before snatching the fish from you. It paused a moment, as if surprised how easy that had been, then spinning around and scurrying towards your entrance. It stopped again, looking back at you once more, before squirming itâs way through the crack between the rock and cave wall, dashing away into the woods.
You let out a breath in surprise, wondering if that had actually happened. You didnât need to pinch your arm, the ache in your shoulder reminding you that you were in fact awake. Then you wondered if its burrow was somewhere nearby, surprisingly not concerned for yourself, but for the creature. It seemed so hungry, and you were aware there was not a lot of small game in the area. The sickening thought that you might be over hunting the woods of what little game there was, made your stomach drop.
You looked to your makeshift kitchenâŚno more meat. There were only two baskets of fruit remaining, and normally today you would go out and hunt for rabbit or squirrel before meeting the apes. You breathed in deeply, shaking your head as you pushed yourself up from your bed. You would need to wash your sheets tomorrow during bathing day...and also remember to wash the blood from your forehead. Until then, you grabbed an apple, your spear, and fishing line, deciding to get your day started.
The salmon had been good last night, at least until your stomach tried to reject it during your emotional trip down memory lane. You usually didnât eat it, knowing the apes frequently visited the creek and fish was part of their food supply. Now that you had built a relationship, if you could call it that, with three of them, you decided now was the best time to include more fish in your diet. It wouldnât kill you to eat fish and fruit for awhile, instead of squirrel and rabbit.
Something fluttered in your heart then as a passing thought rocketed through your mind. If you happened to have an extra fish, and the fox came back, it would be such a shame not to feed it. Waste not, want not and all that. The apes had their eagles after all, so inter-species companionship wasnât inherently a human trait. If you could befriend an ape, why not a fox? At least, you wanted to try.
Your time with the apes, while new and strange, recently reminded you of just how alone you were. You relied on their persistent presence now, dreading days you knew you wouldnât see them. You enjoyed living alone, but not necessarily being aloneâŚto be the only living thing in a space was unnerving sometimes. Solitude was a blessing and a curse in that regard. You could never domesticate an Eagle like the apesâŚbut a fox? Maybe. As you squeezed yourself through your entrance, huffing slightly from the effort, you made your way towards the creek. Might as well get there early and work on dinner before the apes came to learn.
You were reminded then of the books, knowing you hadnât seen them in your burrow last night or this morning. You recalled Noa placing them into his satchel before the boar attacked, hopefully they were still with him. It was Noa after all, he seemed to think of everything. You groaned then, vividly reminded oh how the two of you had parted last night. You had been flustered and slightly awkward, which caused you to flush from embarrassment all over again. What exactly had you even been thinking at the time?
Noa was a friend, an ally if nothing else. His touch last night was nothing more than an attempt to soothe you after an emotional moment, but something about it had left a lingering impact on your senses. You recalled every second of that exchange in vivid detail, to the point you could almost still feel the warmth of his hand on your body now. You shook the thought from your head, reminding yourself about the truth behind his touch. It was to comfort, and to serve his own goals. He told you as much, wanting to make you more comfortable around apes in the future. You couldnât deny that, he even said he wanted to build off the fact his touch didnât bother you.
At the time, your mind had been too muddled to really think about his words, but now? His frequent touch may shock you, surprise you even if youâre unprepared, but you agreed it didnât bother you. You had to admit, if only to yourself, all the times youâve flinched from it, itâs never been in disgust or a desire to get away from him. It hadnât been, not since that first day. He wasnât Gol, and you were very aware of that. The day you two met he had been gentle with you, reassured you, and though it had scared you at the time, he had protected you. He didnât know you, but he had been willing to throw his body over yours so you wouldnât get hurt. Noaâs touch was protective and gentle, and thatâs why you flinched from it.
Now, because you responded after he showed you that same gentleness and kindness, you were worried about facing him. All you really did was hold his hand! How ridiculous was that? Maybe Noa was right, maybe you were jumbled. At the very least, you were hungry. You took a bite of your apple then, the juice dribbling down your chin. You wiped it away, noting that you were already off to a fantastic start as a teacher. You forgot about your books and you were scared to face your students. Then there was the glaring issue, that you had never had to teach anyone anything before. You had always been the student, and swapping roles made you nervous. You wanted to be a good teacher, hoping to be patient and well spoken as you explained how the English language worked. The apes were quick learners and highly intelligent, so that would certainly help you. And, in all fairness, how hard could teaching adults really be?
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Surprisingly, it was easier than you thought. Teaching the trio words using the alphabet as association had been simple enough, even if they never heard of the animals in the book. Explaining a lion to the apes took longer than you would have liked to admit, same went for a tiger. You had to promise to get a book on zoology the next time you went to the library before they agreed to focus back on the lesson.
It wasnât until the third lesson a week later that you realized your mistake. They were learning words, but the individual letters? Not so much. Forming individual syllables seemed to be hard for the apes, Anaya more so than Noa or Soona. At least, thatâs what you thought up until right now.
âWait,â you stopped Noaâs reading mid phrase. You leaned over his shoulder, pointing to a specific line in the middle of the page, âRead this line right here.â
Noa was uncharacteristically shy now. You saw his eyes scanning the words at the top, mouth twitching in phantom movement. You groaned, slightly impressed by his ability to trick you as you accused, âYou memorized the book the last time I read it with you, didnât you?â
Noaâs mouth pulled into a thin line, sniffing once, âToo simple, easy to remember.â
You sighed, âThatâs not the point Noa. Thatâs not reading, thatâs memorization. I canât go around reading everything to you first. And neither can Soona.â
Soona was the star pupil between the apes, putting in the hard work to understand the individual letters. She had already finished her first book, and was starting on her second. She was saving Stellaluna to read to you on her first go, wanting instead to start on Anayaâs books after she finished this one for more practice. You thought that was odd, but if that was her goal you werenât going to tell her she couldnât do it. It was rare she asked for your help, choosing to use the Learning Your ABCâs book as a comparison as she sounded out words. You had to admit, her technique was far superior to anything you came up with when learning to read as a child.
She hooted her amusement at your scolding, âWould not help NoaâŚif he asked anywayâŚ.same teacherâŚsame booksâŚcan learn himself.â
Noa huffed, flipping the book closed before turning away, âChoose another bookâŚknow this one.â
You raised a brow, picking up the book and opening it to a random page, âAre you telling me you canât read this because youâve memorized it that quickly? What if I point at individual words?â
Noa hesitated, âStill will rememberâŚyou reading itâŚnot on purpose.â
You ran your hand through your hair then, placing the book on the rock a few feet from you. This time last week you thought keeping yourself focused on teaching around Noa would be your biggest struggle. That, or keeping him focused. When he was determined there was little you could do to distract his mind, and you feared he might want to work on building up your tolerance to ape touch instead of learning to read. Thankfully, that had not been the case. Unfortunately however, he had been so determined that he remembered everything you read or showed him. It wasnât necessarily a bad problem to have, he had certain words memorized, but it did produce the challenge that he could not replicate Soonaâs success. He tried to fill in the blanks instead of actually breaking down the words and sounding them out.
You took a deep breath, turning to glance at Anaya now. He was struggling with the first page of his book still. He could understand vowels, but had a hard time grasping the sound of consonants. Much like Noa, he could memorize a word once he heard someone speak it while reading, but had a hard time hearing the sounds on his own. Maybe putting them together would lead to better results?
âAnaya,â you called softly. When he looked up, you motioned him over to where you and Noa sat, âWeâre going to do some group work, can you come over here and sit next to Noa? Bring your book too, please.â
He looked absolutely miserable, half walking half dragging himself over before plopping down next to his Sunset Brother. Noa noticed his defeated look, hand coming up to clasp his shoulder, but Anaya shrugged him off. He curled into himself more, crossing his arms and letting his head rest on top of them before sighing. You truly felt bad for him, giving a small thumbs up as you asked, âAre you okay?â
Anaya looked to you, eyes darting towards your hand before returning to your face. He shook his head then, looking away as he signed, Anaya stupid.
âHey!â You said a little more sternly than you probably should have. Both apes in front of you stared with surprised eyes, silent as you continued, âYou are not stupid. Donât call yourself that again. Youâre learning, and yes, itâs going to take time and itâs going to be frustrating, but I know you. You can do this, Anaya.â
Anaya, apparently still not up for words, signed, Soona not frustrated. Soona learn fast.
You gave Anaya a half smile, âDonât compare yourself to Soona. Everyone is different, everyone has different strengths and weaknesses. Look at me, I canât jump or climb like any of you can. I can read, because I learned at a young age, but I canât fish half as well as you Anaya. Soona can braid and weave baskets, because she learned at a young age, but she canât leap as far as you or Noa. And of course Noa, he uhâŚâ
As your gaze turned to said ape, you lost your train of thought. He was looking at you again, the same way he had that night in your burrow. Those intensely green irises reflected warmth and sincerity that froze the very breath in your lungs. Thankfully, Anaya picked up where you left off, admitting, âNoaâŚisâŚgood leaderâŚcares for Eagle ClanâŚbut thinks too much.â
Anaya hooted as Noaâs head jerked sideways to glare at him, letting out an offended huff. You chuckled, grateful for the distraction so you could catch your breath. âSee? Strengths and weaknesses. No one started out good at any of those things though, they had to learn and grow into it. Just donât give up so soon, okay?â
Anaya gave you a half smile and a thumbs up, mumbling, âOkay, Echo.â
Soona had remained silent during this exchange, seated under the tree behind you, but grunted now to get your attention. You turned then, seeing her arm outstretched with the Learning Your ABCs book. You leaned over, taking it and signing Thank you before returning your attention to the male apes in front of you. To say you were at a loss for what to do was an understatement. You imagined Noa memorized the alphabet the same way he did his other book, so you werenât sure how this would be much help. You ran a hand through your hair once more in frustration, kneeling on the ground in front of the apes and beginning to draw in the dirt with your finger. You had one idea that might break through some barriers.
They watched your scribbling with curiosity. You held your breath as you studied the upside down letters to make sure they were right for the apes. You pointed to Anaya then, handing him the book, âAnaya, I want you to use this like Soona does. Try to read what Iâve written, and if you canât remember a sound, find the letter in the book and use the example.â
Anaya nodded as you pivoted over to Noa, doing the same thing for him. His word was relatively easier to write upside down, and you hoped making it personal for the two apes would bring out their desire to learn again. You wiped your hands on your pants once you were done, âNoa, this one is yours. Same thing, try to figure it out.â
You scooted over to Anaya then, who was staring at his word in confusion. You leaned into him, gently nudging his shoulder, âSound it out. One letter at a time.â
Anaya pointed, â A. A. AâŚsounds like aaaaaape.â
You giggled, âOkay, thatâs a start. What about the other two letters?â
Anaya huffed, frantically turning pages in the book, âNâŚnest andâŚYâŚyarn.â
âVery good,â you smiled. âNow, put all the letters together. Try to sound them out. If they donât sound right, remember that vowels have a big sound and a little sound.â
Anaya had a few false starts before pushing out, âAâŚNAâŚY..A âŚthat does not soundâŚlike a word.â
You pointed at the first A then, âOkay, so letâs try changing the sounds. Instead of ape, what else can this sound like?â
âApple,â Anaya immediately supplied.
âYes!â You encouraged, âNow, try it again until it sounds right.â
You saw the wheels in his head turning, mouth moving over the syllables until you saw the dots connect. Anaya looked up at you then, pants of air followed by hoots as he stood from the ground. You smiled as he pointed to himself, swaying back and forth, âAnayaâŚis AnayaâŚmy nameâŚis my name!â
âThatâs right!â You cheered.
Anaya seemed in brighter spirits at least, pacing back over to Noa and his word. You hoped that Anaya hadnât given away Noaâs own word by cheering for his success. You watched as Noa seemed puzzled by the letters in front of him. You crouched down to his level then, âWhat are you struggling with?â
âThoughtâŚit was my nameâŚbut nowâŚnot sure.â He grunted.
âYou thought?â You asked, confused. It was his name, what was he not understanding?
Noa pointed at each letter then, making the big sound for each one, âNâŚOâŚAâŚHâŚNoAHaâŚ.does not make sense.â
âOh,â you said, understanding his confusion. âSo, same thing with Anaya. A does not always mean A. Remember big sounds and little sounds?â
He tried it once more, but still curled his lip at the end. He kept putting a small A at the end of the H. You tried to breathe out an example of what an H sounds like, but when he tried to copy you it still came out as Ha. You reached for his hand then, bringing it closer to your mouth as you explained, âNo, youâre going too hard on the H. Itâs not a war cry. Youâre going, Ha, like thereâs an A on it. I need you to say it softer, breathe with it. Like this.â
You breathed out several quick H sounds onto his hand. You locked eyes with him, but he looked even more confused as he stared at you. Sitting up straighter, you angled his hand, turning your head slightly so you were sure he could see your mouth. You held his gaze, pointing to yourself with your free hand as you said, âWatch my lips, feel my breath at the end. NoaH⌠NoaH⌠NoaH.â
You breathed and put emphasis on each of the Hâs, watching Noa tense on the second pronunciation of his name. On the third, you noticed him lean away from you, the hairs along his neck and shoulders raising. When you were done, silence engulfed the four of you. Noa looked more than confused now, while you could only guess Soonaâs expression since she was still at your back, and Anayaâs head swiveled between Noa and you with a slack jaw. For a moment, you worried you had done or said something weird in their language from the way they were reacting.
You let go of Noaâs hand then, which remained suspended in the air a second or two longer, before it dropped into his lap like dead weight. You looked between the trio then, finally having the guts to ask, âWhat? Did I do something wrong?â
Everything seemed to happen at once then. Soona screeched in laughter, startling you as you jerked around to look at her. She was holding her stomach, as if it physically hurt her to laugh, which in all fairness was a rare occurrence for her. You heard a Thud then, turning away from Soona to see Anaya on the ground, rolling around as he hooted and pointed at you. Or, at least you thought he was pointing at you.
A low rumble came from Noaâs chest, and while it should probably have concerned you, you had a feeling it wasnât directed at you. In fact, Noa wasnât even looking at you now. Anaya shot up then, hobbling on all fours to be next to Noa, signing so rapidly you couldnât keep up. Soonaâs hooting, which started to die down, seemed to come back with a vengeance at whatever Anaya was saying. Noa attempted to look away from Anaya, but the chimp leaned his body around his shoulder to continue whatever he was saying.
Finally, Noa tried to swat away Anayaâs hands, who did not stop his signing, skillfully dodging Noaâs attempts. Noa leaned over, trying to cover his hands now with his own, but once again, Anaya was too quick. He rolled sideways, shuffling over by you, hooting in amusement as he slowed his signs, allowing you to catch a handful of words.
NoaâŚupsetâŚEchoâŚprivateâŚlearnâŚhappyâŚ
You opened your mouth to ask what you were missing when Noa, in a tone you had never heard him use, something between a growl and a yell, boomed, âNo!â
All three of you had the same reaction, freezing as muscles grew tense and silence struck you like an arrow. You couldnât see Soonaâs reaction, but you saw Anaya crouch low and duck his head in submission. You felt your breath come in harsher as your heart rate spiked, eyes wide as you stared at Noa in confusion and unease. You must have done something wrong after all. He was taking deep breaths through his nose, something he only did when he was irritated, and after that yellâŚyou decided it was best if you apologized.
You found the courage to open your mouth again, snapping it shut when Noa raised his hand to halt you. His eyes locked on to yours then, nostrils flaring now as he continued to breathe deeply. Anayaâs left arm was placed in front of you then, his body leaning forward and pushing himself out of his submissive stance, closer now to Noa than he had been. He signed with his right hand, phrases you couldnât see as his shoulder blocked your line of sight. You twitched in surprise when Soonaâs hand landed on your left shoulder. You looked up, seeing a determined look in her eye that matched Anayaâs while standing behind you. It didnât seem like they were challenging NoaâŚbut there was a warning there you couldnât decipher the cause of.
Everything felt too tense, and you couldnât understand what you could have possibly said in their language to garner such a reaction, but you filed it away to never do again. Noaâs eyes darted between Soona and Anaya, looking uncomfortable, using his mouth to release quick gusts of air, before you heard his breathing start to return to its normal rhythm. He looked away from the three of you then, staring down at his name in the dirt. You brushed Anayaâs arm aside as you said, âIâm sorry Noa, if what I did âupsetâ you. It was not my intention. I wonât do it again.â
You copied the sign that Anaya made for âupsetâ as you apologized, pulling Noaâs attention back to you in that moment. He flinched when he saw the sign, looking concerned before shaking his head, âNotâŚupset.â
You didnât know how to respond to that, feeling that the opposite was true. Noa used the back of his hand then to roughly swipe at the dirt in front of him. Looking down, you saw the H had been wiped away. Noa pointed to each letter as he read, âNâŚOâŚAâŚmy nameâŚNoa.â
You smiled again, âAlright, Noa with no H. It was mainly silent anyway. At least now you know what your name looks like.â
He hummed in response. Soona tapped your shoulder then, apparently she also wrote in the dirt. You turned, seeing her spelled out S O O N A in clean strokes on the ground. You smiled at her, leaning to nudge your shoulder with hers, âVery good. Iâm so proud of you.â
She smiled back, writing another word before underlining it.
M A L E S
You snickered, causing the other two apes to rush over and see what she had written. Noa and Anaya both sounded the word out before saying it out loud. You were surprised, watching as they pointed at each other. Apparently, friendly competition was a good incentive. You tucked that away for later as well.
Noa turned to you then, âYourâŚname?â
You sighed, trying not to look bitter as you scrawled your name in the dirt. The letters stared back at you, almost mockingly. You hadnât seen your name spelled out in so long, and even though Noa said it recently in the library, it was hardly ever spoken anymore. It was as temporary as itâs dirt form, only here as long as you made sure it was.
Speaking of Noa, he stood over your shoulder now, staring intently at the letters. You shuffled to your left as he leaned over to trace the pathing of your letters with his own fingers. He let out a low hum in thought, concentrating as he began to replicate each one below your original markings. He took his time, saying each letter out loud until he finished. He paused, drawing a line under your name before he whispered it, almost to himself.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks, ignoring the small swoop in your stomach as you turned fully towards him. He smiled, that same smile he gifted you when your arms were entwined a week ago, in your burrow. You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat before you found your voice enough to say, âThatâs very good Noa, Iâm impressed. Iâll be more impressed if you can do it in a few days without an example in front of you.â
You stood then on nervous feet, stretching your arms and spine in a deep arch, hearing a few bones pop before letting out a small groan of satisfaction. The apes ability to sit on the ground for so long astounded you. You turned to Noa first, then Anaya, âWe have a little bit more time before we lose the light and I need to head back to my shelter. You should read Soonaâs Goodnight Moon, I know you havenât memorized it so it should pose a bit of a challenge. And Anaya, do you want me to help you with Green Eggs and Ham?â
He nodded enthusiastically, practically running towards the pile of books on the nearby rock. He shuffled through them, but turned back to you a moment later looking anxious, âNotâŚthere!â
Your brows furrowed, âWhat? I donât understand, Soona do you have it?â
You pivoted to the female ape, who quickly paced back to her tree, checking her three-tiered stack before shaking her head. You were about to turn back to Noa, to ask him the same question, when his arm came around your body to place the book in question in your line of sight. You let out a sigh of relief, the words âthank youâ on the tip of your tongue when you felt his lips graze your ear and breathe out, âHere.â
The action alone caused a shiver to run up your spine, but the emphasized H and heat of his breath on your neck, forced a startled inhale from you. The air hissed through your teeth and rattled your lungs as you took a step forward. You whipped around to face him then, right hand coming up to cover your ear as you gaped. You hadnât even realized he had risen from his place on the ground. He looked completely innocent to his deeds, seeming shocked by your reaction, but you knew better. As always, his eyes expressed everything his mouth and body language did not. You saw that playfulness, that mirth that was rarely displayed by the leader of the Eagle Clan. Except of course, when he was around his Sunset Brother and Sunset Sister. Except, apparently, when he was around you.
Anaya hooted lowly, teasing, âNoaâŚscared Echo.â
âNot scared,â you replied as you stared Noa down. âThank you for the book in any case. Soona, can you sit with Noa, make sure heâs actually trying, please?â
She hummed in agreement as you made your way towards Anaya, and Noa moved to sit with Soona. You felt the brush of his fur against your bare arm and thought for a second that it was deliberate, but decided it must be your imagination acting up after his teasing. Still, you felt your own hair react to him, rubbing discreetly at the pebbled flesh along your arms. This was getting out of hand.
âŚ
By the end of the day, the two male apes had turned a corner, showing real progress. You felt confident when you stopped and decided to send everyone home. It was twilight, just enough time for you to make it back to your burrow before a friendly visitor, hopefully, made an appearance. You had caught three fish, enough for dinner and breakfast, and one to spare. You were excited, having something to look forward to as you went home.
Anaya waved goodbye, his own catch hanging from his fishing rod as he made packed his things, two apples clasped tightly in hand. One for him, and one for his horse. Now that the apes were making frequent visits to the creek, they chose to ride on horseback to get there. You were fine with it, as long as it saved them time. You felt bad for the horses though, being tied up somewhere for hours waiting for the apes to go home, so youâd taken to bringing fruit that was a couple days away from spoiling for them. They deserved a treat for being so patient.
Soona was next, hand reaching up to cup the back of your head, she didnât pull you in like you expected, but she smiled before nodding her head and releasing you. You returned her smile, nodding in return as she prepared to mount her horse. Jumping up onto the saddle, she settled before clicking her tongue, both her and Anaya trotting off in the direction of their village. You were confused by this, noticing Noa dawdling by his own stallion.
You took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before making your way over to him. He was feeding his horse the apple you had given him, patting its neck affectionately. You chuckled then, shifting the books you were holding to one arm. You jabbed your thumb back in the direction of the retreating apes, âYou do realize youâre outnumbered now, right?â
Noa hummed, âHorseâŚis on my side.â
âAs it eats the apples I brought.â You scoffed, pulling another apple from your own bag and letting the horse snatch it up from your hand. You were feeling good about your statement, when you heard a faint screech somewhere above you. You ducked, just in time to see Eagle Sun land on the saddle of the horse. He bobbed a moment, eyes trained on you as his talons readjusted themselves. You sighed, âI stand corrected, we are perfectly matched.â
Noa chuckled, âNoâŚyou are rightâŚoutnumberedâŚEagle SunâŚnever on my side.â
âWhat is it with you and this bird?â You asked, hand gently outstretched to Eagle Sun. You remained wary of him, sometimes just as temperamental to touch as you were. Instead of the warning peck you were accustomed to receiving when he didnât want your touch, he simply elongated his neck so you could give him his cherished chin scratches. âAfter all, he follows you, keeps an eye out for danger, and acts pretty calm around others. He seems like a sweetheart to me.â
Noaâs gaze lingered on you and Eagle Sun, before he confessed, âWas my fatherâs birdâŚwe did not alwaysâŚget alongâŚwe bondedâŚonly after he died.â
Your hand froze, Eagle Sun tilting his head upwards to see what had caused you to stop, âYou never told me that before.â
Noa shrugged both shoulders, âNeverâŚhad reason to.â
That was fair, it wasnât often Eagle Sun made an appearance, choosing to fly free while Noa occupied his time with you. The few rare times the bird did choose to interact with you, it was usually because he wanted attention, or the food you were eating. You tilted your head, watching Noa shift from foot to foot, âIs there something else you want to tell me? Something you want to talk about?â
Noa looked down to the books in your hand, reaching for them and opening his saddle bag. You didnât protest, simply asked, âAre you taking them back to practice more?â
âNo,â he said simply. âEasier toâŚwalk this way.â
âWalk?â You parroted. âAre you not going to ride?â
Noa shook his head, âNoâŚyou areâŚI am walkingâŚyou out.â
Your lips twitched upwards, a giggle threatening to burst out of you at the misuse of your phrase, but he was simply too endearing to laugh at. You figured this meant he did want to talk though, and decided to let him open up on his terms. Noa ushered Eagle Sun away from the saddle, the bird squawking once before taking off and landing somewhere in the nearby trees. You didnât see where he landed, but knew he wasnât far. You took the opportunity to step into the stirrup and hoist yourself up, before he thought to fly back.
You groaned under your breath, lingering tension in your legs reminding you what happened the last time you had been on Noaâs horse. He brushed knuckles along your outer thigh, âStill soreâŚprefer to walk?â
You waved him off, âNo, Iâll be fine. Humans heal slower than apes I think, and you know, Iâm not used to riding.â
Noa reached for the reigns, guiding his horse in the direction of your burrow as he hummed, âNot farâŚwill get used to itâŚafter a moon cycle.â
You tried to remember how long that was, but found yourself distracted by the colors smeared across the skyline. Soft pinks, purples, and a heady dark blue swirled against the clouds, creating a masterpiece that would never be seen again once the black of night overtook it. You glanced back to Noa, his focus solely on the path forward. You didnât enjoy his silence, as you normally would. This one felt different, full of unspoken tension, like Noa was holding something back.
Your mind began to wander, and you couldnât stop the question that slipped from your mouth, âDo you see in color like I do?â
Noaâs head turned sharply to glance at you, feet steady as he continued to walk, âThink soâŚhow would I knowâŚif we see thingsâŚdifferently?â
You pointed to the sky in the distance, âWhat colors do you see there?â
Noa was quiet a moment, âBlueâŚpurpleâŚblackâŚlight red.â
âLight red? Do you mean pink?â You asked, leaning forward in the saddle to be closer to the ape.
âSame thing.â Noa chuffed, âLike light redâŚbetter.â
âTo each their own,â you hummed. âSo, are you going to tell me why youâre walking me out?â
Noa was quiet. If not for the fact that you were so close to him, you might have thought he didnât hear you, but by the extra power he suddenly added to his stride, you knew he had. You bit the inside of your cheek, sitting up again and fighting the urge to say anything else. He would tell you when he was ready.
âNeed toâŚexplainâŚa few things.â Noa said, sounding somewhat reluctant.
âOkay.â You asked, âDo you want to explain them now while weâre walking, or back at the burrow where youâll have my full attention?â
Noa seemed to actually consider the question before replying, âNow isâŚgood.â
âAlright then, Master of Birds,â you teased. âWhat needs explained?â
Noa sighed through his nose, âBeforeâŚwhen things wereâŚtenseâŚduring the lessonâŚI did not mean to scare you.â
âWhich time?â You asked.
Noa grunted, âWhen I wasâŚloud.â
That certainly caught your attention, originally thinking he meant when he had whispered in your ear. You leaned forward again, âIt seemed to me you were just processing what happened. I didnât mean to do what I did, then Soona and Anayaâs reactions wereâŚa lot. Itâs understandable you were upset and lost your temper.â
Noaâs head seemed to bend slightly, admitting, âWas notâŚupset.â
âNot to argue, but if thatâs not you upset, I would hate to see what you look like when you are actually angry,â you said playfully.
Noa stopped then, turning and making two different signs. The second one was upset, but you werenât sure what the first one was. As if hearing your thoughts, Noa responded, âThis is upsetâŚwhat Anaya signed was this⌠it means bothered.â
You felt your body curl inwards, âI didnât mean to bother you either. I have to admit, thatâs a pretty small distinction for apes. Upset, bothered, annoyedâŚâ
âNot that typeâŚof bothered.â Noa confessed, urging his horse forward again.
You sat there, trying to figure out what bothered could possibly mean if not annoyed. Apes sometimes twisted or altered words, like echo, depending on the need it seemed to fill. Finally, you asked, âBothered how, if not in the annoyed or upset way?â
âSame wayâŚas you.â Noa said, head swiveling to look at you for a moment before turning back. âWhen I practicedâŚmy small H sound.â
Another moment of confusion, then you felt your heart stutter to a stop, your breathing following suit. Your mouth went dry, and no matter how hard you tried you couldnât think of a single word to say. Noa not only recognized your response to him, but apparently had felt the same way you did, when you had-âŚbreathed on his hand while calling his name. Now you were the one who felt stupid.
How embarrassing
A hand came up to cover your eyes as you winced. No matter how innocent that had been in your mind, intimacy wasnât solely a human thing. You had tried to show Noa like you would a child, but he was not a child. He reacted like any normal adult human, or ape, would. Oh, God. How uncomfortable he must have been in that moment, while you sat there confused and clueless.
âIâm sorry,â you said again, the only phrase that felt appropriate at the moment.
Noa hummed, huffing once before admitting, âI am sorryâŚAnaya signed something afterâŚas a jokeâŚand IâŚreacted poorly.â
Something inside of your brain screamed not to ask, but your mouth listened to the other part that just had to know. âWhat did he say?â
âSuggested,â Noa began, seeming to think about his choice of words. âEcho stay with meâŚin the villageâŚwould be happy to be taughtâŚjust you and meâŚno other apes aroundâŚit reminded meâŚof youâŚas a pet...made meâŚangry.â
The implication was there, but you chose to ignore it in favor of, âYou didnât tell Anaya or Soona about my history with apesâŚdid you? Anaya never would have suggested something like that if he knew.â
Noa grunted, âNotâŚmyâŚplace.â
You thought about it for a moment, then asked, âDo you think they would treat me differently, if they knew?â
âYes.â Noa answered immediately. He seemed to reconsider his one word answer before adding, âWould not do itâŚon purposeâŚwould not want to scareâŚor hurt you...they areâŚgood apes.â
You sighed, noticing your burrow up ahead, âItâs probably best they donât know for now, then. I like the way things are between us, I donât want things to change.â
âApes say,â Noa began, stopping his horse and tying the reins to a nearby tree. âChange is natureâŚcannot control itâŚor stop itâŚonly embrace itâŚas it happens.â
You patted the horseâs neck and mane as Noa finished the knot and looped back around to you. You snorted, âThat sounds very wise, but hereâs a little known fact about humans. We donât like change. We actively try to avoid change. We like the security of the same thing everyday.â
âYouâŚneed change.â Noa insisted, hands reaching for you as you swung your left leg over the saddle.
You let him wrap an arm around your waist as you made to slide down, your own hands bracing on both of his shoulders. âSo says, the Master of Birds. You think you know what I need?â
Your feet were not sure as they landed on the ground, but you did not stumble as Noaâs other hand came to wrap around your side and brace your back. He basically held your entire weight, only letting you take it back once he felt your legs lock in place. He glanced down briefly between the two of you, acknowledging your feet were on solid ground before his eyes darted back to meet yours. That intensity that was always there, burned now with a new type of determination as he said, âYes.â
You felt the fingers of your left hand inadvertently tighten on his shoulder, grazing the skin underneath his fur. When that happened, you felt Noa subtly shift in place, somehow closer to you now. His hands trailed from their hold along your back, skimming down your sides, before stopping to rest on your hips. You found yourself caught in his gaze, trapped again at what you perceived as something dangerous in front of you. Only, this time, the sense of danger was completely different. He tilted his head slightly, eyes wandering across your face like you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. He sighed through his nose then, head beginning to tilt downward before something over your shoulder caught his eye.
Just as quickly as his focus shifted behind you, did he react. You were thrown behind him before your could blink, barely having time to process the movement as he screeched and yelled. You turned, watching him charge on all fours after the offending creature, growling, âGet awayâŚshooâŚPest!â
You could have cried, seeing the fox you had been secretly feeding for the past week yip and whimper, trying to stand its ground against Noa. But Noa was bigger, scarier, growling and hissing as he circled and chased after it. You ran to stop him, calling out, âNo! It isnât hurting anyone Noa, just leave it alone.â
Too late, the fox whined and chirped as it is was chased off. You heard the leaves and rustling of bushes, but lost sight of it after a few seconds. Noa was panting, face scrunched as he snarled and grunted a final warning to the empty woods. Then you saw the harsh lines ease, canines retreating back behind his lips as he moved to stand on two legs. You had never been reminded so harshly before that he was an ape. It was a startling contrast to the intimate position you two had been in just seconds ago, and something in your stomach turned.
âWhy did you do that?â You half whispered, somewhat breathless yourself.
Noa turned to you then, concerned as he pointed in the distance, âThatâŚwas a foxâŚnot safe.â
Your brows furrowed, âBut it wasnât hurting-â
âNotâŚsafe.â Noa interrupted with a final huff. âPredatorâŚhas attacked EaglesâŚnuisance that apesâŚusually kill on sightâŚin the villageâŚcannot trust verminâŚlike thatâŚpest needs to beâŚdriven awayâŚor will bring harmâŚto youâŚas all pests tend to do.â
You felt the blood in your veins, which had felt so warm moments ago, freeze. You had never been at odds with Noa before, and his resolve seemed absolute in this. It also showed you that once you had made an enemy of the apes, they were not so kind as to forgive. A fox had attacked Eagles, it might as well have killed an ape. You were surprised Noa hadnât killed it on sight. You imagined your presence was the only thing that stayed his hand, since he never had been overly violent around you before.
This changed things
You hoped the fox would come back, but even if it did, you would have to make sure Noa was nowhere near your shelter. You owed the ape your loyalty, but you also owed the fox for all the food you had been depriving it of for so long. Noa was your-âŚfriend, but the fox could be your companionâŚgiven enough time. Then again, maybe this was your sign not to pursue the idea of companionship with animals. After all, with what had just taken place between you and Noa, you werenât exactly sure you were in a place to make that type of decision. You needed time to think, and to do that you needed to be away from Noa.
Said ape was pacing back to where you stood, rooted to the ground. Not for long though, as Noaâs hand reached for you. Without properly thinking, you took an involuntary step back, avoiding his outstretched fingers. He had no time to mask the surprise that immediately morphed into hurt, pulling his arm back and asking, âAre youâŚalright?â
âYes,â you lied. âThat just surprised me. Itâs late and Iâm tired, I think Iâll go to bed now.â
Noa turned to look behind him, âNeed helpâŚwith rock?â
You smiled, âNo, thank you, Noa. Iâll be fine. Go home.â
He looked reluctant, stuck in place as he seemed to search for the right thing to say. He swayed back and forth as you walked towards him, then past him. He turned, mouth moving but saying nothing, hands fidgeting until he seemed to remember something. He moved quickly towards you, stammering out, âB-booksâŚbooks inâŚbag!â
You stopped in your tracks, âI almost forgot. Iâll grab them real quick, that way you arenât riding back in the dark.â
Before you could take so much as two steps forward, Noa had run back to his horse and yanked them out of the satchel. He paced back over to you, holding the books out, somewhat hesitantly, âWill notâŚsee usâŚtomorrowâŚbig day ofâŚpreparations.â
You swallowed, part of you wanting to comfort him, but the other part screaming at you to distance yourself from him before you ended up in another situation like before. Your heart won out though, as you sighed, âThatâs okay, will I see you the day after?â
âYes,â he was quick to reply. âDo not have toâŚgive lessonâŚnext time we meetâŚcan exploreâŚor talkâŚor something elseâŚyou need to do.â
You gently took the books from Noa, pulling them into your chest as you promised, âIâll think about it. Iâll probably rest tomorrow, make some repairs to my shelter.â
His brow creased at that, asking, âBroken?â
You shook your head, âNo, just need to make some adjustments. It happened over time, but itâs nothing I havenât done before. Donât worry.â
Noa nodded then, lips pursing before he said, âI haveâŚmade something IâŚwould like to give to youâŚnext time we meet.â
Something about the way he said it made you nervous, made your stomach sink, but you brushed it away. âWell, now I canât wait until we see each other again. Way to leave me in suspense. Iâll look forward to the surprise.â
âIt isâŚnothing grand,â Noa hedged. âWill explain betterâŚwhen you see.â
âNoa, Iâm sure whatever it is will be great and Iâll love it.â Your heart hurt as you realized that you fully believed what you had said. âIâll see you day after next, okay? Get home safe, and get some rest.â
Noa nodded, âYou tooâŚhave been workingâŚhardâŚgoodnight.â
You started to back up, waving with your free hand as you hummed, âGoodnight.â
You turned as Noa made his way to his horse, pausing once you reached the entrance of your cave, to watch him ride off. His eyes didnât leave your form for the longest time, not until his horse carried him so far away that you were only a silhouette against the rock. You swallowed, placing the books on the dry shelf before bracing your back against the stone wall and sealing yourself in for the night, leaving just enough space for your nightly visitor if they returned. You dropped your bag on the ground, the chain to your doorway swaying back and forth as you sunk to the ground. You leaned back against said door, questionable tears filling your eyes as the reality of your life crashed into you.
You wrapped your arms around your knees, conflict swirling within you as you tried to think rationally. You felt like you were at war with yourself, nothing making sense or feeling right as you struggled to understand any of it. A sob shook you then, the heels of your hands digging into your eyes. The material still wrapped around your palms absorbed your tears, which made you angry for some reason. You pulled the offending material off and threw it over with your bag, looking at the new pink flesh that had been revealed underneath. No scarring or bleeding, just edges of new skin.
Reminded of Anaya and Noaâs kindness, the tears returned with a vengeance and you tucked your head into your knees. You hated feeling this way, hated how strange and disoriented you felt. You just wanted someone to hug you and tell you it was going to be alright. But who did you have that would do that? The face you used to imagine was not the one that appeared in your minds eye now, and that broke your heart even more. In that moment, you pretended that the last five years didnât happen, that you were seventeen again and had had a nightmare in the vault.
You opened your mouth, a sob stealing your breath before you desperately called out, âMicheal!â
You didnât open your eyes. You didnât look up, because you knew he wouldnât be there⌠but just for a moment, you pretended he could hear you. You pretended he was throwing the blankets off of himself in bed, and making his way over to you in yours, to comfort you until you fell back asleep. You sucked in a breath when you suddenly felt a light touch on your leg.
And there he was, auburn fur and brown eyes. Your fox had placed a paw on your leg, looking up at you with something almost like concern. You swiped at your eyes, sure you were seeing this wrong. The fox yipped and whined as you made eye contact. You felt crazy, but tried again, calling out, âMicheal?â
The fox lowered its paw then, sitting up a little straighter as it observed you. You leaned over, reaching for your bag and pulling a fish out. The fox hardly reacted, simply taking it from you with its teeth. This time though, it did not run. It laid down on its belly, tearing into the meat of the fish while it sat next to you.
Your tears stopped all at once, and you chuckled wetly, âI guess I know what to call you now. You know weâll have to be more careful from now on, right?â
Micheal, the fox, looked up at you then, licking its lips and blinking slowly at you before returning to his meal. You were pretty certain at this point that you had lost your mind, but hey, at least you had a friend to keep you company and share dinner with.
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Tails is missing.
Those three words echoed in Amy's mind as she paced around the Restorationâs control room and to say she was stressed out was a huge understatement.
Not only was Tails one of her closest friends, his big brother didnât know about itâŚ
And said big brother would be here any second.
They had sent the fox on a simple solo mission. It was easy. Just check out a spot that had a signal where a signal shouldnât be. Heâd done it plenty of times with Sonic so there couldnât have been any harm in sending him off alone, right?
Wrong. Somehow his comm went offline and his location just vanished. Vanished! Tails never took off his communicator and would make a huge fuss about whenever someone did! He almost glued the watch onto Knucklesâ wrist for crying out loud! Why would he suddenly take his off?
It didnât make any sense. Tails was way too cautious of this situation to be happening at all.
It was entirely possible that he accidentally turned off his communicator, but the fact that it hadnât responded for almost 30 minutes shed some doubt on that optimistic train of thought.
Luckily, they had his last known location, which was a few feet away from the point, and thatâs why Sonic was on his way over. If anyone could get to that point fast enough, it was him.
Only problem is that Sonic didnât even know about the kitâs solo mission. Amy didnât think they had to tell him because Tails was growing into his own hero and, again, it was a simple mission that shouldnât have even taken him an hour! But, of course, the one time Sonic isnât involved in any missions that Tails has, it all goes horribly wrong and now she has to explain that to the blue hedgehog who was rapidly approaching her location.
The familiar sound of a dash and volunteers getting angry came from outside the room and her breath hitched.
Chaos, he was here way too soon.
âHey Ames! Sorry Iâm late! Saw a chilidog stand on the way and you know me! Just couldnât resist.â Sure enough, there was a chilidog in his hand. He took a bite before continuing, âSo, what dâyou need? What's up?â
If Amy wasnât sweating before, she sure was now. The way Sonic was staring at her was enough to make her start crying right there. His usual grin and friendly emerald eyes unknowingly stabbing daggers right through her.
It felt like she had betrayed him. His little brother was missing and it was partially her fault. She shouldâve just gone with her gut and told him about everything.
She just knew that Tails was working really hard to grow out of Sonicâs shadow (or at least thatâs how he phrased it) and she just thought that maybe heâd appreciate getting a solo mission! Show him that the Restoration didnât just see him as Sonicâs sidekick, but as his own person!
How she wished she could turn back time and stop herself.
âAmes?â
She had been staring.
âAh! I-Iâm sorry, mustâve just spaced out for a second haha!â She laughed nervously leading him over to the computers.
âOoooookay. So whatâs this all about? You said something about checking up on someone?â He asked.
Her heart sank. She had to tell him, there was no dancing around it.
âYeah⌠about that,â She anxiously tapped her thumbs together.
Sonic cocked a brow at her, a teasing grin appearing on his muzzle. âYeah, about that.â The hand not holding the chilidog went to his hip as he leaned into it.
She inhaled sharply.
Just get it over with, he needs to know.
âThe person you need to check on is Tails.â
Sonic just stared at her for a few seconds before chuckling a bit. It felt so out of place but he didnât know that.
âI saw him yesterday. Heâs at his workshop.â He took a bite of his food, âYâknow, you should really visit sometime! Itâs been awhile!â
When he noticed that Amy wasnât smiling or looking at all relieved, his grin faltered, âAmes, heâs fine, Iâm serious! If you need proof, just check his location!â He brought up his wrist, âLook, Iâll even check it noââ
âSonic, heâs not at his workshop.â She blurted out before he could check.
The blue hedgehog stared at her as he slowly lowered his wrist. His grin was completely gone, a confused stare taking its place.
âWhat are you talking about?â He asked.
Amy took a shaky breath, âPleaseâŚplease donât get madâŚâ
Now he looked worried. âWhat? Amy? I wonât, just tell me whatâs going on? Whereâs Tails?â
You could always tell when Sonicâs patented âBig Brother Modeâ was activating. He just had a certain stare he gave you when you even hinted that his little brother may be in trouble. It was a look of worry, fear, and worst of all, anger.
An angry Sonic was a Sonic you didnât want to mess with. Not much really made him mad, his chill personality was definitely not just a public opinion, but there were a few things in life that really set him offâŚ
and something happening to his little brother was at the very top of that list.
âSonic, I..â Her voice shook, âI donât know.â
âââââ
Sonic had been having a great day. A fantastic day, even.
He had spent it checking out old spots he and Tails used to make camp at, making mental notes that they should spend the night at a few of these locations for old times sake. It could be a week-long camping trip for them! It had been some time since the two of them slept under the stars together!
Visiting these places made him nostalgic in ways he never knew he could feel. He missed the days when all he and his brother had were a backpack and a few heroic deeds to their name. When their biggest worries were Scratch and Grounder, not gods and wars.
Back when his little brother was the sweetest, most adorable little four year old to ever exist (that was a fact, not an opinion).
They were simpler times.
He was so excited to get back home and tell his brother all about his idea so imagine his surprise when he gets a call from the Restoration saying something about needing to check up on someone who wasnât responding to any calls only to find out that person is supposedly Tails.
âWhat do you mean you donât know?â He didnât want to get mad right after he told Amy he wouldnât, but the hedgehog had no idea how long heâd be able to keep his cool. âJustâŚjust tell me whatâs going on.â
Amy turned her gaze to the floor for a few beats, tears pricked her eyes. He started tapping his foot impatiently.
He really didnât want to be mad at Amy. She was twelve years old and, while she wasnât in charge of the Restoration anymore, she played a huge part in making sure it stayed afloat. She was already under a lot of stress and raising his voice would not help that.
She inhaled before speaking. âWe sent him on a solo mission and his comm suddenly went offline.â
She mustâve seen the look on his face because words came flooding out of her mouth to attempt to explain.
âSonic, I swear it was nothing dangerous. We just had him go check something out! A weird signal! Thatâs all!â She cried out. âHeâd done it plenty of times before! I-I just thought this wouldnât be any different! I-â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He cut her off. His tone was harsh and he almost cringed at the way it made her wince. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that his worry for his little brotherâs safety was strongly overpowering his worry about hurting his friendâs feelings.
It sucked, but he was a big brother first and foremost.
âBecause I didnât think it was a big deal! He's gone to check Chaos Emerald reading on his own, this wasnât any different! He probably wouldâve even been back by now!â The pink hedgehog reasoned, a few tears had slipped down her muzzle.
âYea, ânot very differentâ. Except itâs very different because it was an unknown signal! Not a Chaos Emerald reading! That signal couldâve been anything!â He didnât mean to raise his voice but damn it, he was stressing out. âAnd even when he goes to look for Emerald readings on his own, I still know where he is in case of situations like these! I always know where he is because heâs eight years old, Amy! He shouldnât even be looking for readings alone but he does anyway!â
He didnât even realize he had thrown his free hand up, still holding onto the chilidog in the other, and walked a few steps away from her. His free hand was on his forehead as his mind flooded with all the scenarios his baby brother could be in right now. Images of Tails being scared and/or hurt and his screams of pain played over and over again.
Finally, he turned to look at Amy. For a lack of better words, she looked awful. Her quills were a mess and she looked seconds away from breaking down.
âHow long?â He asked
âW-what?â
âHow long has his communicator been offline?â
It took a few beats for her to finally respond. âAround 30 minutes agoâŚâ
All Sonic could do was stare. The chilidog in his hand fell to the floor with a disgusting splat.
30 minutes. 30 whole minutes. Chaos knows what happened to his little brother and it took them 30 minutes to call him?! Why was he even told to come to the Restoration HQ? He shouldâve been at his last known location by now figuring out what happened!
Oh Chaos what if it was too late. It had to be, right? Sure, 48 hours was usually the crucial time when it came to missing children, but in this line of work, even just 5 minutes alone could spell disaster, let alone 30!
â30 minutesâŚwhy didnât you just send me the coordinates?! Why did you ask me to come here?!â
âI donât know! I- I just panicked! This has never happened before and I didnât know what to do!â She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her muzzle as she held her face in her hands.
He felt bad for yelling at her, he hated yelling at his younger friends, but self control was something that was in limited supply at the moment. He looked at the floor, his quills raised as if the knowledge of Tails possibly being in danger meant that the hedgehog was in danger as well.
His legs were itching to just get out of this damn room.
âIâm so sorry, SonicâŚTails could be hurt and itâs all my faultâŚI shouldâve told youâŚI shouldnât have even sent him aloneâŚIâm so sorryâŚâ She cried into her hands.
Sonic didnât respond to her.
Instead, he looked around the room at all the Mobians who were staring at him in fear. None of them had ever seen the hero this upset before.
âSomeone send me his last known coordinates.â He demanded. âNow.â
One of the volunteers at the computer quickly typed something into the device and clicked the mouse a few times. His own communicator in his wrist lit up with a notification.
A set of coordinates on the outskirts of White Park Zone.
With the location already memorized, he gave a nod to the Mobian at the computer who sent him a shaky thumbs up back.
He looked back down at Amy. He wanted to say something, wanted to say that it wasnât her fault and that everything would be okay, but he couldnât find his voice.
He ran out of the HQ, pushing himself to go faster and faster. Heâd already wasted too much time talking.
âHang tight, keed. Iâm on my way.â He thought as the boom of a broken sound barrier shook the area around him.
âââââ
Somewhere far from White Park Zone, a little fox slowly opened his blue eyes. A headache pounding against his skull as he tried to make sense of the area around him through his concussion.
He didnât remember much, only the feeling of something hard hitting the back of his head and blacking out. He remembered he was checking something out for Amy, it had been his first solo mission for the Restoration! Except that mission seemed to have gone wrong.
He just hoped his brother wasnât mad at him.
#and then sonic ripped mobius apart dark gaia style#local 8 year old gets kidnapped. his first thought is âdamn i hope sonic isnât mad at meâ#iâm sorry amy đ#sorry if this is a weirdly written at all#it was a little rushed#just a tad#still debating if i want to turn this into a larger project#a lot of my ideas have been extremely dark so i might need someone to be my second opinion-#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#miles tails prower#fic
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