#i think Bond is dumbfounded for a minute

[cicerfics]

#my favorite thing about cicer's addition is that q is saying it out loud. to bond.#that is the most delectably in-character thing i have ever seen#the way bond's face is cut off leaving such an intriguing mystery or simply representing the blankest of faces in response (@dude-watchin-with-the-brontes)

nothing more embarrassing than holding a blonde man dear in your thoughts. you were supposed to be the enemy.

[almondmilkcleanser]

”𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳?” — GETO

“𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑”

■ ` ♡ characters / fandom ; f!reader x geto suguru

■ ` ♡ tw ; begging ; dominance ; dirty talk ; cumming inside + more ;MINORS DNI

■ ` ♡ word count ; 3k+

He knew your family’s apprehensions with jujutsu sorcerers but you didn't care. You wanted to maintain this friendship because the bond you and him shared was valuable. Inseparable. You didnt care what would happen in the future because when your doubts circulated in your head, you went back to that fateful day at the grocery store when you two met.

“Hm, my name’s Geto. Yours?”

”Ah!” You blushed. “Y/N.” You suddenly remembered how to speak a comprehensible language as you picked up the grapes you spilled on the floor running into him,

”Y/N. Yes, that’s it.”

A friendship is what you valued the most. But sooner than later, other feelings began to surface for Geto.

—

“Ahhhh, exams are so annoying!” You threw your hands down in defeat. Rocking yourself back and forth on the swings, you began to vent about all the studying you had to do in preparation for the next semester of college. Geto sat there, attentive to you as he popped his light blue popsicle in his mouth.

“I’m sure you’re going to do well on the exams. You always study hard. Harder than I ever will, to be quite honest.”

”Geto!” You protested. “That’s no fair. Yes you don’t have to book study but you can,” you lowered your voice into a whisper as you frantically waved your arms and hands in a ghostly manner.

“You know! You know? That. You can do that.” You crossed your arms and looked off at a couple walking down the sidewalk. The girl had her arm linked in the guy’s as they happily shared their food together. The guy brushed the girl’s hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead, instantly making the girl blush.

Somberly, you looked down, kicking a stray rock out the way as you clenched the chains of the swing. When you looked up, Geto was staring directly at you, the popsicle’s juices streaming down his hand and down his wrist.

You broke the stare-off with a blush but Geto broke the silence.

”You don’t want this power. Trust me.”

”What do you-“ before you could finish your sentence, the chains of the swing rattled, signifying Geto getting up to walk away.

”I’m leaving. I’ll see you tomorrow. Same place as Monday.”

Verbally you didn’t respond but you kept a mental note for yourself.

Suddenly, tinge of bravery snuck up your spine. You pulled out your phone and text Geto:

Let’s meet at the Bread Bun cafe for sweets.

You knew this was a hotspot for couples, but you thought that a little friend date wouldn’t hurt anything.

A few seconds passed, and Geto replied with a thumbs up.

”Ah! Yes!” You cheered so loud that you scared a nearby cat, causing it to hiss and scatter away.

—

You were more dressed up than usual today. Nervously, you re-applied your lipgloss as you waited for Geto to decide what he wanted from the Cafe. The waitress nervously circled back and forth to your table for 30 minutes before deciding to give up on being persistent. If you were ready you would call them at this point.

“Hmmm, everything here sounds so… sweet.” No shit, Geto! “Do they have any soba?”

“I think they have a regular food menu, you just have to ask for it.”

Without an extra word, he raised his hand and the giddy waitress walked over with pen and pad in hand.

”Are you two ready to or-“

”I’d like something off the regular menu, please. Zara Soba, with a side of barley tea.” He handed the dumbfounded waitress his menu and looked over at you with a curious glance.

”Still not sure?” He wasn’t in a rush, but he knew you liked your pastries and chocolates. You nervously fidgeted with the menu before finally deciding.

”Just a chocolate mousse pastry puff and milk tea, please.”

Geto smirked and leaned back into his seat.

”You’re never really one to lighten up on the sweets.” He teased. “Normally you can order three of these miniature things and go back for seconds.” You scoffed at his analysis. “But, if you’re trying to lose weight that’s fine too. Doesn’t bother me either way.” And there was that reassuring smile that made your heart quiver.

“Geto-“ you tried to open your mouth to say more, but the waitress was back in no time. She placed your pastry on the table first.

”Your soba will be out in a second, it’ll just be an ext-“

”That’s fine, I’ll pay the extra. Not really a sweets person, y’know.” He looked up at the waitress with an embarrassed smile, making her blush.

You picked at your pastry bashfully, focusing elsewhere to hide your own flush.

Halfway through your pastry and ¼ of the easy through his soba, Geto cleared his throat.

”This place is very… romantic. More romantic than our usual meet up spots.” He leaned his elbow on the table and looked at you curiously.

”Finally letting go of the need to keep your parents happy?”

”That’s not it-“ You had to think of a lie quickly! “I just wanted to try this spot and none of my other friends could come with me.”

He chuckled. “So, I’m the afterthought now? Jeez and I thought we were friends-“

”That’s not it, Geto. I-“ you lowered your head, trying your best to gather the words.

“I- “

”Hm? What is it?” He was getting more and more confused by your behavior. You were fine in the beginning for months but as time went on he noticed how you fumbled over your words more, how you would blush easily, and now-

“Its just- “ you took a breath and looked into his eyes.

“There’s someone I like and I don’t know how to- you know…”

Geto’s eyes shot up.

“You don’t?-“

Was he really falling for this? You shook your head back and forth.

”No- A- and I need a guy’s advice on what to do.”

”Just fuck him. It’s not that hard-“

”Geto! Don’t be so loud-“ you whispered, eyes darting back and forth to make sure nobody heard you.

He leaned back into his seat and eyed you curiously. His eyebrow cocked upwards and his lips curved into a small, pondering frown.

“We’re friends, right?” He couldn’t say no but he couldn’t say yes either. “Just, give me some pointers, okay? I- I really like him and I want to make a good impression.”

He twisted his lips back and forth for what felt like ages before taking a deep breath.

“Fine. Now let me finish my soba.”

”You’re paying.” He added matter of factly.

”Wah?!”

—

For the next few weeks, you and Geto would bounce ideas and tips off eachother on what to do, how to approach a guy, how to flirt, cooking tips, the list goes on and on. Geto would ask from time to time when he would meet this mystery guy but you found an excuse every time.

You took a bolder approach, inviting him to public libraries and even back to your house a few times. He would show you how to cook a few meals and you even modeled a few outfits for him. A lot which… he thought were lackluster at best.

But you didn’t care. You spent more intimate time with Geto that you secretly craved. So much, that you decided to take it a step further.

Knock knock knock!

You opened the tower in your robe, still dabbing your hair dry with a spare towel. Geto stood there, eyebrows raised at your casual appearance.

“Should I wait outs-“

”Don’t be stupid, Geto. Come in.”

He kicked off his shoes, flopped on the couch and stretched his limbs, still eyeing you behind your back as you shuffled back into the kitchen. He sniffed the air, feeling saliva pool in his mouth.

”What are you cooking?” He asked. “It smells good.”

”Flank beef and Miso soup.”

“What’s the occasion?” You shrugged your shoulders while stirring the pot of white rice. You didn’t have much in mind, instead you motioned with your body first and decided that today would be the day you made an attempt.

An attempt at him physically showing you how to please a man.

“Geto.” You called out. “Can you come here for a second?” He was just about to turn on the TV when you called. With a sigh, he tossed the remote and walked into the kitchen.

“Try this.” You pooled some broth into your ladle and held it to his mouth. You didn’t realize how tall he was in comparison to your height! He had to hold your wrist and guide the ladle up to his lips so you don’t pour it on his collarbone!

”Its good. Add a little water to cut the salt and you’re fine.”

“Good.” You turned back to stir the pot for a few seconds before speaking up again.

”One more thing.” You started. Geto leaned against the counter with a curious look on his face. What was it that you wanted? He had to make excuses as to why he was going into town so much and everyone knew Gojo was only going to take so many of his “Negative Energy quests.”

”So.. I wanted to ask you another favor.”

”Another favor? You must want to be in debt to me forever.” You both laughed.

“Not exactly..” you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Now or never, Y/N! Now- or- never!

”I just wanted another lesson.”

”Oh?” He scratched his head and stood up straight. “What lesson?”

”Um-“ you swallowed. “I want you to show me how to please a man.”

”Me?!” He jumped back.

”Would you rather me go on a forum and find someone?!” You squeaked. “Please, Geto-“

”But what about-“

”I want to practice so I can be confident in my skills!” You blurted out, face ablaze.

”Ah- Y/N… Why don’t you try it with him then?”

”Because,” you stammered. “I really like him and I don’t want to mess up my chances with him. He’s so handsome and cool and I really enjoy spending time with him and- and-“

Geto reached forward, pulling your hand towards him.

“Sigh… Y/N. Don’t lie.” His eyes burned into yours, making you squirm. Your robe was beginning to open but he didn’t budge an inch as your chest grew more and more exposed.

”You could have just said you wanted to date me. I promise I’m not that hard to please.”

”Stupid!” You blushed, trying to break free. “How do you even think I’m talking about you?”

With a smirk, he pointed at the kitchen counter at a picture of him with a pink heart drawn around his face.

”Guh!” stupid stupid stupid!

”Well,” you looked down, wishing you could turn into liquid and evaporate from the embarrassment.

”What now?”

”Well,” he chuckled. “You wanted a lesson, here’s the first one.” And without announcement, he pulled you up by your chin and interlocked his lips with yours.

—

You were splayed out on your couch, robe open and legs positioned on Geto’s shoulders. He removed his school jacket and threw it on the floor next to your underwear to give him a full access to your begging cunt.

He suckled on your lips, motioning his tongue up and down the slit of your pink pussy. He would tease you, switching between your clit and prodding your entrance with the tip of his tongue just for him to lap his tongue across the entirety of your beautiful pussy over and over again. Your body broke out into a sweat as the riptides of pleasure cascaded through your body. You would try unsuccessfully to close your legs, just to have them opened wider by Geto. His eyes focused intently on yours as he continued to feast on you, suckling your juices dry like a starved man in the desert.

“Oh, God, Geto!” You pinched your nipples, throwing your head back and forth. You couldn’t take it, you were about to cum and you just knew he could feel it. Taking it up a notch, he guided two of his fingers inside of you, hooking down and pumping back and forth.

He didn’t break his focus on you. His tongue flicked back and forth on your clit as the pace of his fingers increased in speed. This is just what you fantasized about for months and now- and now-

“Guyahhhh!” Your squeals turned animalistic as you reached your peak. You tried to close your legs, but Geto planted both of his elbows on your legs, leaving your sticky, glistening pussy wide open for him to see. A clear stream of liquid poured down your legs and onto the couch as your climaxed surged through your body. Just when you thought it was over, Geto would graze his thumb ever so gently across your throbbing clit, making you whine out loud.

Removing his fingers from inside of you, he slurped up your viscous substance with a smile.

”What exactly did you need me to show you?” He chuckled. “By the way your pussy gets, you don’t need my help at all.”

”Sh- shut up, Geto.” Your breath was ragged and your hair was wildly splayed across your face. You attempted to get up, but Geto got between your legs again, this time planting a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself, a mixture of sweat and your juices swimming down your throat with his tongue.

“Hold on to me.” He growled. You wrapped your arms around his neck without protest and he in turn sat where you just laid, kissing your neck and chest hungrily.

He threw your robe to the floor, caressing your hips and lower back with care as you sat on top of him, fully naked and vulnerable.

”You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Kiss. “I had a feeling you had a crush on me, but I’m glad you told me today.”

He tipped your chin upwards with his nose to give him more space to devour your neck with his lips. Leaving random love marks across the sides of your neck, the base of your neck and your collarbones. Your body was on fire but you couldn’t move. You were enmeshed onto him and didn’t want to move.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was veiny, long, and thick. You could see the pre-cum sliding down the tip of his penis and it made your mouth water.

“Are you a virgin?” He bit at your neck, making you hiss. “Don’t lie.”

”Shhh- No- I’m not.” You pulled on his shirt, massaging his muscular chest underneath his shirt.

”Take it.” You begged. You could feel his large hand massing your ass, casually slipping his thumb around the rim of your ass to keep you stimulated

“Take it, you say?” He lifted your hips up with care, guiding you down the length of his throbbing dick with a hiss and suck of his teeth.

”I’ll fucking take it. Give it to me.” He bounced you up and down, making you go deeper and deeper the more you came down on the length of his girth. Your hips and ass slapped atop his thighs as the pace increased and your body grew a mind of its own. You felt him curve at the base of your cervix but you continued to bounce, you continued to grind, you continued to please him.

You pussy creamed down the entirety of his shaft, staining the zipper of his pants but neither you or him cared. You have never been turned on by a guy like this before. Geto’s strong hands paired your hands behind your back, latching his tongue onto your nipple and suckling with passion.

He was hungry for you just like you were for him.

Your mind was mush and your body was hot. He continued to plant kisses and love bites across your body, throwing his head back at random when your pussy felt completely euphoric to him.

You two were close, especially you. Taking it upon yourself, you pulled his hair, making him look up at you. His eyes narrowed, burning an intense lust back at you, signaling for you to take control. You pushed your lips onto him, your tongues dancing back and forth as you bounced vigorously on top of him. When you were at the head of your climax, he pushed you down, keeping you there. Breaking the kiss, he growled in your ear as his seed filled you up deep.

”Fuuuuuuuck! Y/N. I didn’t think you could make me get like this.” You could pat yourself on the back for that compliment. Kissing your neck, he turned you back around so you could lay on the couch, taking off his pants and throwing them on the floor as well.

”I’m going to finish dinner,” he smoothed your hair down and out of your face, smiling in accomplishment at your flushed, fucked silly, sleepy face. You could feel his seed seeping out of you and onto the couch but you couldn’t even catch your breath. Your pussy was still throbbing from the intense session shared between you two and you were seeing stars. Did this really happen?

“And after,” he kissed your forehead again, a devilish smile spreading across his face.

”I’m going to fuck you again in your shower. I already have a doctor’s note for your job in the morning so we can fuck again in the morning.”

”You want to make a great first impression with your mystery guy, remember?”

END.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Devoid of Attention (Doctor Who Drabble)

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: The Doctor is oblivious as per usual

DW: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine @blueberry-sunshines @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Main Street in the London Central Business District in the eighteen hundreds was quite a sight to behold. Between the stunning architecture, the horrible smells, the carriages being pulled by gorgeous horses and the frilly clothes- oh, you were in heaven. Truly, you thought, nothing could get better than this. 

The Doctor had been explaining how he had a theory that the gargoyles found on the top of buildings in London were possibly real, flying stone aliens from some planet out yonder and that they may be responsible for a spate of disappearances along Main Street. It was interesting, but he was more talking to himself, really. 

You’d been listening, but had stepped away for just a moment when a paper boy had wandered by shouting about getting a copy of the latest release of the Times. It was a weird thing to collect, you understood, but who else could say they had a mint condition genuine London Times paper from… you checked the date- the twenty-fourth of November eighteen-eighty seven? Not very many, you would have thought. 

When you turned around, there was a dog sitting in the same spot you were just standing in a minute ago. You blinked, folding the paper under your arm and taking a couple steps towards him and the Doctor, who was having a rather lively conversation with the canine in question. 

“See nowaaah!- You’re a dog,” he said, sounding rather dumbfounded. “How- how did that happen?” He leaned forward and threw his glasses on to get a closer look at the pooch. You blinked again, not sure what to make of this situation before you. 

“Oh, but look at that transmogrification work,” he gasped, rubbing the dog’s ears and petting its head. “Oh, it’s gorgeous- you’re gorgeous! Undoing it might be a bit of work, but blimey- this is impressive!”

You weren’t sure how to approach this. Did you wait for him to notice? Did you break him out of his thoughts now? You weren’t sure. The only thing you were sure of was the fact that this was hilarious and also incredibly ridiculous.

The Doctor pulled his sonic out and scanned the dog, flicking the screwdriver back up to his ear to read the results. Hear the results? You weren’t really sure how it worked. 

“Hmm, that’s odd,” the Doctor said, and even from behind him you could see clear as day the expression on his face. That special expression with his mouth slightly ajar, eyebrows cast inwards and eyes darting off to the side as he tried to process the information he was receiving. “Sonic’s saying one hundred per cent dog. Not a sliver of human in there. Blimey, this might take a bit more effort than I thought.” 

You sighed, walking up behind him and whacking him over the head with the newspaper softly. 

“Oi,” the Doctor yelled, raising his hands to protect himself from this ruthless and unprovoked attack. “Wotchit!” 

The Doctor turned around to see you, hands on your hips and exasperated expression on your face. The irritation bled from his face in a second. 

“Ah, wait-” the Doctor looked to his left down at the rather mangy dog. “You’re not- oh, I see. I stopped paying attention again, didn’t I?” 

You snorted with laughter, not even caring how unattractive it sounded. 

“You think?!”

It did make for a good laugh, though. You’d never let him live this down. And every time you brought it up, the way his cheeks flushed and he grew just a touch embarrassed only made your bond stronger. 

[elfwitchtrickster]

Literature Lovers - Loki Fluff Oneshot

Summary: Both Loki and the reader are huge fans of modern literature, they end up bonding over classic books, movies and even essays

(Mentions of Harry Potter and Shakespeare)

Y/N - Your name

H/L - hair length

H/C - hair colour

H/P/H - your Harry Potter house

"Hi Loki"

"Hey Loki"

"Whatcha reading?"

That was where this had all started. When Tony Stark's new intern had arrived the compound Loki paid no mind to her. As far as he was concerned she was just another annoying (change that word) Midgardian. But as time passed he found himself being more intrigued by the young girl. She had H/L, H/C hair that fell perfectly over her head and was always curious and interested in whatever activity Mr Stark was engaging in.

Unlike the rest of the team, except for that insistent spider boy, she greeted him whenever they ended up in the same room, despite his less than enthusiastic responses each time. Over time her greetings became longer, asking him how he was or frequently commenting on the book he was reading. He always had a book, no matter where he was. Loki had seen her from time to time in the library where she always sat in the same spot right in the corner, nestled in a cosy reading nook.

When he realised that like the spider boy, she was not going to give up, he went beyond tolerating her to actually answering her in detail when she asked for his thoughts about his latest book. And so began a series of exchanges each no longer than 20 minutes in length, yet after every one Loki longed for another.

"Hey Loki"

"Lady Y/N" he spoke smoothly. She plopped down next to him on the couch. He glanced at the clock against the wall and realised that her shift with Stark must be over. "How was serving the man of iron?" He asked casually, not that he cared about the answer. She smirked at the name but said truthfully "it was fine, just watched him work on his suits mostly" Loki nodded in response.

"How goes Romeo and Juliet" she asked, peeking at the book that lay in his lap. "It's very well written but I find myself being frustrated at the stupidity of the children" he said with a laboured sigh. This made Y/N laugh. "Yeah that's kind of the biggest criticism of it, everyone thinks it's this tragic, romantic story when really it's just about two reckless (change word) teenagers" she said. Loki hummed his agreement.

"You know if you like the way this is written I have another book you may like" she said. Loki's eyebrow quirked showing a sign of interest. "Oh really?" He questioned. "Yeah, let's go" she replied walking off without waiting for his answer. Loki hurried to follow her as she snaked through the compounds many corridors.

At last she reached her destination, entering the wide double doors that was the library. She ran past many shelves before stopping at one, she combed the lines of books carefully from floor to ceiling before turning to the next aisle, eventually two aisles later she called out to Loki. "Here" she exclaimed dragging over a chair and then climbing upon it to reach a book on a higher shelf. "I could've gotten it for you" he said watching the mortal strain herself on her tippy toes. "Yes but why inconvenience a god" she said with a small smirk. Loki was taken aback but revelled in her boldness. It had been ages since someone other than Thor had jested with him and believe me, Thor is not an expert in jesting.

"Well what is this tale" he said taking the book in his hands. It was heavy and a little worn, the dark cover had crinkles along the spine and a couple bent pages. "The lord of the rings" she said and Loki looked up at her quizzically. "A king with rings?" He asked dumbfounded. "You could find that anywhere couldn't you" he said but Y/N didn't hear over her laughter. "No" she giggled. "It's about this magical ring and a group of people who have to destroy it before it curses the land" she said. "I see" he said turning it over hesitantly. "I know it doesn't sound like much but I think you'll really like it, it's got complex writing like Shakespeare but it's a little more modern" she added. The god of mischief still looked unsure.

"Just try it" she said pressing the book into his chest. Then she turned on her heel and walked out of the library leaving Loki with his new reading material. After a moment of pondering he shrugged and settled himself into an armchair at the back of the library.

The next time Loki saw Y/N he was eager to tell her about the book, even calling out to her first, before she could greet him. "Miss Y/N" he called and Y/N turned to see him gesturing over excitedly. "Hey Loki" she said, surprised by his sudden and newfound enthusiasm. "You know you can just call me Y/N right" she said with a small smile. "I can but my mother taught me to be a gentleman" he said nonchalantly. "Your recommendation was excellent, Mr Tolkien's work is certainly admirable" he said looking down at the book in awe.

"I thought you'd like it" she said with a chuckle. "I loved reading it for the first time, except for the endless pages describing trees" she said and Loki did something she never expected, he laughed. And not a sly sneer or a jeering snicker but a genuine laugh. "Yes he does drone on at times" he said smiling at her. "Well I've got to go, Mr Stark needs me back in the lab soon but we can chat more tonight yeah?" She said, once again hurrying off before he could answer. "Yeah" he said quietly and settled back into the couch with a soft sigh.

Loki and Y/N chatted over many books, Y/N was eager to know what Loki's first impressions of each book and character was and Loki was just as eager to talk about it. He had never had a friend to engage with about literature, let alone someone who was as passionate as Y/N was about it.

This evenings conversation revolved around their favourite books, Loki was currently telling Y/N about his favourite tale in the Asgardian library.

"It's wonderful really, it's highly engaging and it's impeccably written, I stayed up all night to read it when I was younger" he said with a nostalgic smile. By now Y/N had grown used to his smile, enjoying (change word) the way his lips turned up at the end and his eyes softened. What she hadn't yet noticed was that his eyes only softened for her.

"There were many other tales I enjoyed as a child. Looking back at them, they weren't critically the best but there is something lovely about childhood stories" he said and Y/N agreed thoughtfully. "Say, what is your favourite book Lady Y/N" Loki asked curiously. "Oh it's not that good" she laughed "just an enjoyable one from my childhood" she said with a fond smile. "If you don't mind I'd like to hear about it" he said leaning in slightly.

Y/N had also grown used to his kind words and couldn't fathom how the gentle creature in front of her had been the same one who terrorised New York all those years ago. Whenever she was with him Loki was polite and kind, if not a bit cheeky.

So Y/N began her long spiel about her favourite book, telling Loki about the plot and her favourite characters but being careful not to spoil anything. The whole time Loki listened intently, focusing on her every word with interest. "I must say, Lady Y/N, I am intrigued, it must be a rather good book if it is favoured by someone such as yourself" he said. "Oh" she said letting out a breath, Loki's subtle compliments always seemed to flatter her to the point of flustering. "I mean it is really good but it's a children's book" she said.

"I'd like to read it" Loki said with a determined smile. "You don't have to" she answered quickly. "No, you have been kind enough to recommend me books and give me someone to talk to about them. I would like to see what you love, even if it is meant for children" he said with a sincere smile. "Okay I'll see if there's a copy in the library after work" she said with a wide grin. "I look forward to it" Loki said. "But until then, I take my leave" he said standing up and brushing off his cape swiftly. "Lady Y/N" he said, placing a small kiss on her hand. It left the girl all fuzzy and warm as she traced over the place his lips had touched. As she too left the room, she tried to hide her rosy pink cheeks.

A few nights later Loki came striding up to where she sat by the kitchen island, clutching a steaming mug of hot chocolate. "Lady Y/N, Harry Potter is positively incredible" he said setting the book down on the countertop. Only it wasn't the first book as Y/N had expected but the second in the Harry Potter series.

"You're already on the second book?" She exclaimed in surprise. I couldn't sleep last night so I decided to read Philosopher's Stone and I finished it by morning" he said with a triumphant smile. "And you liked it?" "I did, oh it was wonderful! The words are simple yet her world is extraordinary, the story was quite addictive" he said paging through the second book. Y/N's eyes shone with happiness which did not go unnoticed by the god. "So this morning I went to the library to get the second"He said showing her the book and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Ahhh! Chamber of secrets is my favourite one" she said excitedly "how far have you read?" Loki talked about it in detail and Y/N grew happier with each word. "Oh my god but wait what did you think about the first one?"

And so began their longest conversation yet, extending late into the night when the other Avengers started complaining about the noise throughout dinner. "We'll talk about it more tomorrow" she said, finally tossing her mug in the sink. "Oh but I'm so glad you liked it" she said and on impulse she rounded the corner of the kitchen island and threw her arms around Loki, engulfing him in a hug. The god of mischief was so shocked he didn't move for a moment, but quickly recovered and placed his hands around her tentatively. She let go and said goodnight to the other avengers before hurrying up the staircase to her room.

At the dining table the superheroes were whispering to each other. "Did she just hug Loki?" "And he hugged back!" "He didn't try to stab her or anything"

They all looked at him astounded, but Loki was too busy, buried in his book, or so it seemed. Really the god of mischief was hiding a smile as he replayed their moment in his head.

The next day at lunch Y/N walked up to Loki. "Hi Loki" she said and was greeted as usual. "Guess what, I had an amazing idea" she said, she was almost about to burst with excitement. "Oh yes?" He asked feigning coolness, he had grown to love her excited displays and the way he longed her to tell him what had made her so joyful. "Now that you've read the first Harry Potter book you can watch the movie, and I was wondering if you wanted to watch it with me!" She said happily, trying to hide her nervousness.

While she had been friendly with the god before, never had she been so bold in assuming they were close enough friends to watch a movie and part of her was scared Loki would scoff in disbelief. "I'd love to" he said, failing to hide the smile that had appeared on his face. "Yayyy" she cried practically jumping up and down in her excitement. Loki pretended to be annoyed "Yes I shall tolerate some odd Midgardian entertainment for one night" he said with his signature smirk. "I'll see you tonight then" she said. Loki smiled contentedly, watching her skip off to wherever Stark was.

That night Loki heard a quiet knock at his door. "Come in" he said smoothing out his hair in the mirror across from his bed. Y/N entered in her pyjamas holding drinks and a bucket of popcorn. "Hiiii" she said carefully setting the food down on his bedside table. Now that she was nearer Loki noticed a pattern on her pyjama pants. "Great Asgard, are you wearing Harry Potter pyjamas" he asked incredulously. Y/N answered sheepishly "What, I thought I'd stay in theme" she said showing off her H/P/H pants. "Hmm" Loki said before waving his hand. A shower of green covered his body before fading away leaving the god with an elegant Slytherin ensemble.

She chuckled before settling in beside Loki. The evening was spent laughing and gasping at every plot twist even though both knew what was coming. Loki enjoyed secretly watching her reactions at pivotal points of the movie. Once the end credits had played Loki and Y/N burst into discussion covering everything from his favourite scene to Draco Malfoy's hairstyle choices. Y/N talked until her mouth hurt and smiled until her cheeks hurt, Loki could not remember the last time he was this happy.

The pair talked and talked, each to focused on each other to notice the numbers on the clock rapidly ticking by, until suddenly it was 4 am and neither had gotten a wink of sleep. "I'll see you tomorrow Loki" she said climbing out of his bed. "Wait" he called out to her. It took him a moment to say his next words. "I truly enjoyed this night with you, I don't remember the last time I was this happy" he said swallowing nervously. "Me too" she said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Goodnight Loki" she whispered. "Goodnight Lady Y/N" he said as she crept out of his room.

The next morning Y/N yawned widely as she swirled her cup of coffee. "Whoa you look terrible" Tony said as he walked behind her turning on the coffee machine. "Gee thanks" she said sarcastically. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked leaning against the countertop. "No I was up until four with Loki" she said rubbing her tired eyes. "Oh okay don't need to know about your intimate activities with reindeer games I just wa-" "what no, n0" Y/N cut him off when she realised what her words sounded like. "We were just talking about Harry Potter" she explained. "Yeah you don't need to make excuses" Stark said walking off, leaving Y/N to think about last nights activities with a smile.

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Soundwave Soulmate Prompt? You can see what your soulmate draw on their skin

Sorry this was super long lol!

TFP Soundwave X Reader Soulmate AU

Soundwave had thought for a long time that he would be forever alone. He’d watch as everyone else got small little marks on their plating that would fade in a matter of hours, while he had none. 

He believed that some just never got soulmates- him included. So when after millions of years a small doodle appeared on his plating, he was shocked. He quickly made his way to his berthroom so no one else could see. 

Once there he inspected the mark. It was a very-well drawn image of the Autobot’s insignia. He quickly felt irritation pull at his spark. Was his soulmate an Autobot? He hesitated for a moment before drawing a Decepticon symbol on his arm.

You were sitting in the Autobot’s base when you felt an odd sensation on your skin. You looked down to see a Decepticon symbol on your arm. It looked like someone had scratched your arm to make the symbol.

 You yelped in fear and held your arm out like it was burned. Ratchet’s eyes quickly fell to you, being the only other in the base.

“What’s wrong?”��

“The-there’s a thing on my arm.” He walked over and gently turned your arm over.

“You shouldn’t be drawing this on your arm.” He scowled.

“I-I didn’t! It just- just appeared there!” 

Ratchet’s eyes immediately furrowed. While humans didn’t have the concept of sparkmates, Cybertronians certainly did. The fact a human could be affected stumped him. 

“Did you draw anything on yourself?” He asked. You pointed dumbly to the Autobot symbol you had drawn on yourself a few minutes ago. His frown only deepened, realizing that your sparkmate must have been a Decepticon.

“What? What’s wrong?” You pleaded in fear. The other Autobots returned to the main hangar as you loudly interrogated Ratchet.

“I fear that you have a Sparkmate- which I didn’t know was possible for a human.” 

“A what?” You demanded.

“A sparkmate?” Optimus questioned. “How is that possible?” 

“I’ve never heard about this before.” Arcee commented. 

“It must be a Decepticon, look at the markings!”

All of the bots began talking about it as you grew more panicked. You yelled out unintentionally. “SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON!” 

All eyes fell on you with guilty looks. Optimus gently placed a few digits on your shoulder. “It appears you have a… sparkmate. It is what you humans would refer to as a ‘soulmate’. A sparkmate, however, is someone you are actually bound to- not just someone you feel an emotional pull to. Anything you draw on your skin will show up on your sparkmate. Before you, there has never been a recorded case of an organic and a Cybertronian being bonded before”

You sat dumbfounded. You looked at your skin where the Decepticon symbol was fading. “So, this is like. I don’t know. This is a Decepticon? That I’m bound to?” 

Optimus nodded solemnly. “I think it may be best for you to refrain from drawing on yourself. We have no clue who you’re bonded to- and it may put you in danger. Many Decepticons have killed their sparkmates to prove their loyalty to Megatron.”

The fear on your face was obvious. When you went home, you could feel nothing but fear. What if they caught you? What if they killed you?

You were about to go to sleep when the odd sensation returned. On the inside of your hand, large letters appeared. They were foreign to you, being Cybertronian. 

You tried to resist the urge to write something back, but you ended up putting a question mark on your wrist.

Soundwave had realized you were a human when the question mark arrived. He had always wondered why he didn’t have a sparkmate- and now he knew. He had no idea how to feel about it, either. So he went to the one person he could always confide in- Megatron.

“They’re human?” Megatron thought. Soundwave thought Megatron would laugh, but he instead seemed thoughtful. “I didn’t know something like that was possible. If you wish to collect them, I will not stop you.” Megatron patted his oldest friend on the shoulder who only tilted their head.

Megatron noticed their confusion. “This will not leave this room, understand?” Soundwave nodded his head. “I had a sparkmate. It was before the war when I met him in the mines.” Megatron’s face pulled into one of sadness- something he’d only seen once on his leader’s face. “We had spent a few million years together when they became one with the Allspark. Energon deficiency. The senators refused to give us the energon we needed to survive- only enough to keep us running. We tried to save him, but there was nothing anyone could do.” Megatron grabbed his shoulder once again and looked at him in his faceplate. “Your sparkmate is destined to be with you. Don’t let them slip through your digits- human or not. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Soundwave was shocked by the advice given to him by the warlord. He trusted his advice nonetheless, and began searching for you. He drew on his arm plating, a simple question.

You were at base again when you felt it. You looked down to your wrist to see a name written in English- Soundwave. Your face went pale when you realized just who your sparkmate was. You read all about him and the atrocities he’d committed. You felt your head grow light as you began to sway. 

Bulkhead called out to you when he noticed you walking weirdly. You looked up at him with glossed over eyes and he just barely managed to catch you with a servo before you collapsed.

“Ratchet!” He yelled. Ratchet and the others immediately ran over. As Ratchet looked you over, he noticed the writing on your wrist. His face contorted in fear. 

“What is it, old friend?” Optimus’ deep voice sounded from beside the medic.

Ratchet almost couldn’t get his words out. “Their sparkmate is… Soundwave.”

Concerned looks flashed on everyone’s faces. They knew just how brutal he could be- he was a gladiator before the war after all. “We must have surveillance on them at all times. If Soundwave is contacting them through their bond, it cannot be good.”

When you woke up, they explained everything. You couldn’t help the fear you felt at the idea of someone so terrifying trying to contact you. However, the messages left were oddly… sweet. He would often ask how your day was, or what your favorite color was. When you were at home you would write on yourself- and this went on for months.

You actually began to enjoy talking with the silent mech- just as much as Soundwave. He was actually really funny, but also awkward. He often talked about his son, Laserbeak (and whatever Laserbeak got into that day). 

One day Soundwave asked you the question you’d been expecting for a while. “When can we meet?” 

You bit your lip as you thought of it. You weren’t even sure if you should meet him. Despite everything in your brain telling you not to- that he was just leading you on or he was going to hurt you- you wrote back. “Tonight.”

You went out back to avoid being seen by Bulkhead. You looked back at his vehicle mode from the small hill you climbed up in guilt. You looked back over the hill, and made your decision. 

You walked for a few miles. Your legs felt as if they were on fire. You plopped down onto the ground when you heard it- a quiet whooshing sound. You turned around to see an odd looking jet coming your way.

A Decepticon transformed midway and flipped to the ground, landing on his two pedes. You looked at him, and made eye-visor contact. He was beautiful- from his frame to his purple glowing biolights. He, too, thought you were beautiful.

You both took a step towards each other. Before you could say anything, he scooped you up. You both only looked at each other as he held you close to his visor- and it just clicked. It felt right to be in his hand. 

Before you could stop yourself, you spoke. “I love you, Soundwave.”

Soundwave pressed his faceplate against yours, signaling his love for you too. With that he whisked you away back to the Nemesis. For now, you’d keep your new-found relationship secret from the Autobots- but that would only last for so long.

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Is That So?

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Main Characters: Lo’ak Sully (19) x fem Metkayina Reader y/n (19)

Supporting Characters: Ao’nung (20)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff, smean dom Lo’ak, brat/sub reader, profanity, jealous/territorial behaviour, knotting, marking, oral sex, rough/make up sex, mild angst, overstimulation, minor degradation, soft ending

Word Count: 5.5k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Hey anon! I hope this is okay. I kind of changed things up a bit because I did a similar piece but with Neteyam (Eyes For You). Enjoy <3

Synopsis: You and Lo’ak had a secret relationship. He ended things suddenly and painfully. You sought comfort with Ao’nung. Lo’ak witnesses this, intervenes and reclaims you as his.

Intro:

Lo’ak and his family sought uturu in your village a few months ago. Olo’eyktan, Tonowari, put the responsibility of teaching the sully family the ways of the Metkayina on you and his daughter, Tsireya and her brother, Ao’nung. Lo’ak proved to have a harder time adapting to the water than his siblings. As a result, you and him have spent a lot of time together, especially one on one breathing lessons. Ever since, you two have been sneaking around and spending ‘quality’ time together – keeping it a secret from everyone.

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Lo’ak quickly repositions his loincloth and sheathes his hunting knife onto his hip. You watch him intently as you lean back onto the tree, trying to catch your breath. He’s always quick to leave after you and him finish the deed, grabbing his belongings and making an excuse before he goes. You knew it was coming soon.

“Uhm, y/n.” He looks down at your naked body. “I need to -”

“Go? Yeah. I know.” You say, turning your head away from him.

You can’t deny that it hurts you every time he does this.

“You didn’t even let me finish. My brother, he needs m-” he starts, only to be cut off by you again.

“He needs you to help him with something?” You look at up at him, raising your brows slightly. “Yeah. I know.” You repeat, feeling disappointed.

Lo’ak realizes that you’re upset – it was hard not to. He kneels, meeting you at your eye level.

“What is it? Are you upset with me?” he takes your hand in his.

Here we go again with the mixed signals. He says one thing and then does another. He says he can’t stay to cuddle but when you get upset about it he does this – grabbing your hands, acting like he cares about your happiness. You roll your eyes and shake your head, batting his hand off yours.

“Just, stop with the lies, Lo’ak. Just say that you want to leave... that you don’t want to stay, rather than you ‘can’t’.”

He looks at you dumbfounded, like you just told him you were with child.

“Yeah, and stop with the mixed signals, too. One minute you’re acting so loving and caring, and the next you act like you don’t want anything to do with me.” You spit, standing up to put on your loincloth.

“Y/n... I’m sorry. I - I should have been more honest with you. It’s – it’s not even what you think.” He drops his head, brushing his hands over his braids as he steps back. He looks back up at you, with big, glowing, golden saucers.

You look at him, searching his eyes for something – anything. To hear the words ‘its not what you think’ makes you feel that maybe – just maybe, there was a good reason behind all his actions. Something to pardon him of his assholish behavior. It brings hope to your heart, that maybe one day you can have what you want... him.

The truth is, he’s promised to another na’vi. No matter how badly he wants to be your mate – your one and only, he can’t. Not only would he be a huge disappointment to his father, but he would let down the Olo’eyktan, as he’s promised to his daughter – your best friend. Which is another reason why he never marked, knotted or made the bond with you.

Lo’ak found Tsireya beautiful – stunning, even. But her beauty compared no where near to yours. He wants nothing more than to stop sneaking around, to just be able to do something as simple as holding your hand around your friends. But the pressure from his father is immense, and the pressure from Tonowari is even worse.

He knew that inevitably this would have to come to an end. Neither of you or Tsireya know about the betrothment yet, seeing that Tonowari is waiting for him to become Metkayina first. Regardless, there were too many reasons why this wouldn’t work out.

Seeing the hope in your eyes, it dawns on him that the only way to do this would be the hard way – to hurt you. Hurt you to the point where you wouldn’t want to come back.

“I can’t be in anything serious with you.” he states. “I just don’t like you in that way.” He lies, gritting his teeth, not wanting to say the words.

He sees the hurt in your eyes, as they well with tears. He watches your brows pull closely together, and your bottom lip quiver. He hated seeing you upset – seeing you sad. It broke his heart, but it hurt even more knowing that he was the one making you feel this way.

He swiftly turns his head, focusing on the waterfall nearby, not being able to stand the sight of you hurting. He closes his eyes briefly, and exhales loudly through his nose. “You were a good fuck. But nothing more. We... we should see other na’vi.”

You’re speechless. Frozen in time. Trying your absolute hardest not to drop to your kneels and bawl your eyes out. All you can do is stare at the shell of a person who you thought you once knew – the person who took your virtue, as he walks away from you.

Lo’ak makes his way to his ikran, connecting his queue to it, before stopping in his tracks to look at his feet. “My heart has always been promised to Tsireya.” he mutters under his breath, mounting his banshee and flying away – not wanting to see the mess he left behind.

Now, that stung.

You were left behind in the jungle, alone with your thoughts. The words are like a blow to your back, strong enough to completely knock the wind out of you. You find yourself stumbling backwards, slumping against the tree before sliding down to your knees. Your heart hurt. It hurt so bad you could feel the pain in your chest. It burns, even. It’s as if he set fire to your heart and walked away to let you turn into ash. No number of tears that you shed could put it out.

You had to seek relief elsewhere – a distraction from the pain.

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It’s been two weeks since Lo’ak left you in the jungle to sit in a puddle of your own tears. Since you've had to endure your heat in your marui pod alone, something he would usually help you with. You took that week off not only to endure it alone, but to give yourself some space away from Lo'ak and Tsireya.

Your feelings of despair have morphed into feelings of resentment. How could he do this to you? How could he just take what he wanted and leave you like that? Leave you alone in heat? It was unfair. You feel cheated. What hurt the most is that it’s your best friend of all people - driving a rift between the two of you.

It became awkward when the group finally came together, especially for hunting trips. Both you and Lo’ak pretended like nothing happened, because no one knew about your relationship to begin with. Tsireya didn’t quite understand why you were being so cold and distant, which pushed her even closer to Lo’ak.

Seeing their relationship strengthen over time drove you closer to Ao’nung. You knew he always had a thing for you from you were both kids. You also knew to never entertain it, the son of Olo’eyktan would never be allowed to mate with you. You were simply the daughter of a warrior and healer of the clan. But maybe, you could use him – just this once.

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“Ao’nung!” you shout, trying to get his attention among the group.

He turns his head in your direction, seeing you signal him to come with your hand. He makes his way over to you on his ilu.

“Yes, sweets?” he smirks, having your ilus circle one another.

He’s always been flirty with you, calling you all sorts of nicknames – sweets, my lovely, cutie, pretty – the list is endless.

“Hi, you.” you mumble, not sure what to say.

“Need me for something?” he asks, peering at you through his brows.

You look behind him briefly, seeing that Lo’ak and your best friend are side by side, laughing with one another. It makes you... angry, more than sad. Sure, it still stings your heart, but as more time passes, vengeful feelings make their way to the forefront. You want to get back at him for doing this to you – for acting so normally.

“No. I – I mean yes.” You stutter, feeling nervous about what you’re about to do. “I... just wanted... to talk, I guess.” Your words are drawn out, lengthy and uncertain.

He gives you a puzzled look, not wanting to make any advances if you were unsure.

“Okay, my lovely. I’m here. What did you want to talk about?” he smiles, looking you up and down.

“Uhm...” you hum, looking around at the ocean, trying to find something else to focus on.

Your eyes pass by Lo’ak, who is now intently watching your interaction with Ao’nung with a straight face, patiently waiting for something to unfold. You decide to look back at Ao’nung, scanning his body up and down too. It’s undeniable – he’s handsome, well built, and muscular.

His ribs are wide, something that’s seen as desirable and admirable here. It means that he’s an experienced diver, able to hold his breath for long periods of time. Why would someone like Ao’nung, son of Olo’eyktan, like someone like you? Maybe you could let yourself dream a little; allow yourself to get lost in the man before you, even if it’s farfetched.  

“Like what you see?” he asks jokingly, trying to hold back his smirk.

You drop your gaze and let loose a breathy chuckle, you didn’t realise that you were lingering.

“Actually...” you trace up his body with your eyes, meeting his gaze once more. “...I do.” You try to hide your smile as you feel your face heat up.

You watch him move even closer to you, with a huge grin on his face. He rests his hand on your thigh as his eyes search your body, stopping his gaze at your breasts.

“I like what I see, too.” he says huskily, shooting his gaze back up to yours.

His face becomes serious, as he moves his hand slowly up your thigh. Your heart starts thumping, hard. All from his simple touch.

Am I into this right now? you wonder, taking note of your racing heart.

The heat pooling in your chest confirms it for you, as it slowly makes it’s way down to your pelvis in waves. You glance down at his hand sliding up your thigh, gliding towards the flesh between your legs. Looking back up at him, you rest your hand over his, and guide it to your hip, hooking his fingers under your loincloth.

Yeah. I’m into this. You hype yourself up, trying to get rid of your anxiety.

The tension is off the charts. You can tell from the way he’s tugging at your loincloth that he would rip it off and take you right now, right here.

And you’d let him.

You slide your hand over his strake (fin like structure on the forearm), and squeeze his thick, veiny bicep. Unbeknownst to you, Lo’ak left Tsireya and Neteyam, and made his way over to you, breaking the tension with Ao’nung.

The sight makes him queasy, to see you touch another man in that way. Mostly, it infuriates him, making him see red. On top of his hot temperament, seeing this scene unfold in front of him sends him into a silent frenzy. Gritting his teeth, Lo’ak firmly grabs you by the arm.

“Y/n. A word.” He spits, pulling your hand off Ao’nung’s bicep as he rides away on his ilu.

You don’t follow him. Instead, you shoot him a puzzled look - confused as to why he’s even over here trying to talk to you. 

Didn’t this man just tell me to see other na’vi?

Lo’ak looks back to see that you haven’t budged. “Y/n! Now.” He demands, shooting you that look.

You scoff loudly, shaking your head before apologizing to Ao’nung. You know what that look means, it means he’s not happy with you. It means, you’ve been a bad girl. It means…

You must be disciplined. 

You begrudgingly pull away from Ao’nung’s sweet touch, becoming even angrier with Lo’ak for ruining this for you, too. You ride your ilu roughly, following him to what seems to be… 

The cove of the ancestors?

You two had only ever gone there once - only because your spot in the jungle was taken by Neteyam and his mate. You chuckle at the memory. Both he and his mate were surprised to see you and Lo’ak walk towards them. You had to lie and tell them that you were teaching him a lesson in the lake nearby.

You shake your head, ridding yourself of the happy memories you and him once had. You will yourself to recall the horrible things he said to you two weeks ago. As you two approach the rocky coast of the cove of the ancestors, you dismount your ilus and stand face to face.

“What is it, Lo’ak?” You croak, already holding back your angry tears. “I thought you were done with me.”

“Why the fuck were Ao’nung’s fingers under your loincloth?” He shouts, turning his back on you. 

“Really? This is what you brought me all the way out here for?” You hiss, turning around to mount your ilu. 

You feel him grab your arm again, even rougher this time, and pull you into him. You see his face contorted with rage – his eyes green from envy. You’d never seen him this upset before, you could practically see his stream coming through his nostrils. 

“I thought you told me to see other na’vi.” You mutter. “Go fuck Tsireya or something.” You shrug him off you, matching his rage. 

“Fuck. Y/n.” He spits, clenching his jaw. “Agh. You - fuck. You really know how to piss me off.” 

“Yeah? Likewise, asshole.” you mutter, rolling your eyes before turning away from him. 

He pulls you back in, grabbing you by the jaw. “You’re mine.” He growls deeply, looking directly into your eyes. “Understood?” 

“Is that so?” The words come out muffled as you try to rip away from the firm grip he has on your face.

“Let go, Lo’ak” you grimace, feeling his fingers dig into your skin.

Suddenly, his gaze softens, realizing that he’s hurting you. He lets go and takes a step back, dropping his head. 

“I’m sorry” he mumbles, feeling terrible for handling you so roughly. “When I saw him touch you like that… when I saw you touch him like that…” he struggles to get his words out. 

You can already feel yourself softening at his words. Your feelings for him were too strong to deny… to ignore. You stand there, in silence, allowing him the chance to speak – to redeem himself. 

“I… I see you, y/n.” He says seriously, putting your hand against his chest. 

Tears roll down your cheeks. Hearing him say these words brings too many emotions to you at once. You pull away, afraid of being hurt again. He grabs your hand, placing it back onto his chest, afraid that he’s really losing you. 

“Please... just listen.” He pleads, furrowing his brows. “My father. Tonowari. They want me to be Tsireya's mate.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want this, I don’t want... her. But you know the pressure they put me under. I’m sorry I said those horrible things to you...” he drops his head again, allowing his tears to fall on the ground.

“I didn’t mean a single word.” 

There you go, completely soft for the man that stands before you, all over again. Your feelings come crashing back into you like they never left. Because they didn’t. You can’t even figure out how you feel, as so many emotions and thoughts are coursing through you all at once. 

“So, when I saw you and Ao’nung.” He mutters under his breath. 

You witness a sudden change in his demeanour, as he embodies that of an akula. You watch as his amber eyes turn into a deep gold as they trace their way up your body, to look deeply into yours.

“… it makes me want to fuck the sense back into you” he growls.

A fire lights within your chest, just like the one he lit when he left you in the jungle alone. But this time, it burns brighter, bigger – hotter. You step towards him, maintaining eye contact. You come face to face with the akula and challenge him.

“So do it.” You taunt, brushing your chest against his. “Fuck me.” You whisper.

In an instant he has his hand wrapped tightly around your throat, backing you up against the rocky cove.

“Say that again, little one.” He snarls.

“I said. Fuck. Me.” You moan, staring up at him as you caress the arm that pins you against the cove.

He chuckles. “Let’s do it.” He drops his smile, turning you around and pushing you against the rough wall.

You let out breathy laugh, happy that you’re finally getting what you want. He holds your face firmly against the cove with one hand, and tugs your loincloth down your legs with the other.

“What? Don’t think I’ll make you mine? Hmm? Right here? Right now?” he pants into your ear as he kicks your legs apart.

His eager movements make the fire within your chest even hotter. “I don’t.” you tease.

“Watch me.” He growls, licking your ear, hurriedly untying his own loincloth.

He presses his thick cock against you whilst he kisses the nape of your neck. “We are in the most sacred place, are we not?” he mumbles into your neck, brushing his sharp fangs against your skin.

You can’t even form a coherent thought, you’re too overwhelmed by his insistent touches. All you can think about is how badly you want him to ram his cock inside of you, to fuck the sense back into you – to discipline you. The sensation of his teeth rubbing against you makes you pant, hard.

Without warning, he marks you. Sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking slightly as he draws blood. You whimper loudly, wriggling under his grasp, feeling the wetness between your thighs drip down your legs. He unlatches and licks the wound.

“Mine.” He whispers directly into your ear, pressing his bulge between your lips.

It makes your luminescence flicker, being tamed by his touch in this way. You’re panting heavily at this point, feeling your heart thump uncontrollably. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you’d lose it.

“Oh, please...” you breathe shakily, backing yourself up onto him. “...I’m still not yours.”

Teasing Lo’ak like this would only get you one thing – punished. You want the beast within him to come out and play, to obliterate you completely.

Just like that, the beast came out to play.

“Fuck, woman.” He presses your face even harder against the wall as he hurriedly rubs his cock against you cunt, coating it with your thick slick.

“Say that again.” He growls, lining up his tip with your aching hole.

He really growled this time, right into your ear. It frightens you, making you nervous to repeat yourself.

“I’m still... not you- Fuck!” you yelp, being cut off by him ramming his entire length into you in one, hard thrust.

“Not what?” he whispers breathily, pressing his cockhead firmly against your cervix.

“Ugh... f-fuck Lo’ak.” You moan loudly, melting into his rough touches.

He pulls his cock all the way out of you, leaving the tip in. “Not. What?” he repeats.

“No... please.” You beg him, feeling so empty.

“Say it, you little slut.” He growls, squeezing your hip with his free hand.

“Fuck. I’m yours. I’m yours!” you shout, trying to rock back into him.

“That’s right. You are mine.” He plants a sloppy kiss on your neck as he slams his entire length back into you.

You squeal loudly, trying to keep your noises to a minimum.

“No. Moan for me, so that boy toy of yours can hear you.” he slams his cock into you once more.

“Ughhh. Lo’ak!” you let loose a lengthy, high-pitched moan.

“Just like that” he smiles into your neck.

Lo’ak moves his hand from your hip to your cunt, using two fingers to rub circles onto your swollen clit. He’s pounding into you so roughly that your legs feel like they're about to give out. Swiftly moving his other hand from your head down to the thin cloth covering your breasts, he fiddles with it, untying the knot in a hurry. It falls off you, exposing your erect nipples.

“Every part of you. It’s all mine. All of it.” He grunts into your shoulder, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

You feel so dazed – so out of it. He’s giving you the pounding of your life, whilst massaging your clit and nipple at the same time. You couldn’t think straight, much less answer him. You close your eyes tightly, trying to focus on one sensation at a time, so not to cry from the extreme overstimulation. But it’s all too much.

“...mmn. Lo’ak... Please! It’s too fucking much! Stop!” You whine loudly, trying to pull his hand away from your clit.

“I tell you *slam* to go see *slam* other na’vi *slam* and you actually do it? You listen to me too well.” He pants, thrusting his hips even faster into you.

“Please! Lo’ak I can’t take anymore!” You cry out, moving your other hand behind you, pushing his pelvis away from you.

“Cum for me, then I’ll give you a break.” He breathes, pushing even harder against you.

Each thrust makes your lewd noises louder and louder. He sets a merciless rhythm, rutting his hips into you ruthlessly, insisting with his thrusts that you cum on his throbbing, veiny cock. He matches the speed of his fingers with his hips, fondling with your pearl even faster. You let loose little, whiney mewls as you can’t hold back anymore. Giving into the immense pleasure, you release your tensed muscles, allowing yourself to cum at last.

“Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” you repeat loudly, hoping he’ll hear you and stop.

But he doesn’t.

Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, just like your pussy pulsing violently around his cock, releasing your essence all over it. He’s still pounding into you, feeling no pity for your trembling body.

“I came Lo’ak! Please!” you beg, clawing at Lo’ak’s arm.

“Shh, little one. It’s alright, you can take it.” He reassures you, planting hickeys along your shoulders, ramming his cock even deeper into you. “It’s what you deserve for being a little slut. For touching Ao’nung.” He growls, pressing even harder against your clit.

“No! No... please!” you cry out, begging him repeatedly for mercy.

Tears stream down your face as you sob from the overstimulation. It feels like your clit is on fire, like your bladder is going to burst – like you’re going to cum all over again.

“I feel you heating up again, my sweetheart. It’s okay, you can cum.” He groans in your ear.

You sob loudly, as your face reddens from the swelling of your sweet spot. He’s fucking right into it, trying to make you gush all over him again. You feel your body pushing him out of you, tensing up again as you reach your second climax.

“Here? Right?” he pants, bucking his hips even harder into your sweet spot.

“F-fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” You sob as your entire body convulses, pushing his cock out of you while you squirt your nectar all over your trembling legs.

He pulls his hands away from your sore nipple and clit, wrapping them tightly around your waist to keep your knees from buckling. You slump into him, breathing erratically as you come down from your high.

“Shh... Shh. You did well, baby.” He whispers, lowering you onto your knees. “Here is your little break...” he grabs a fist full of your hair, turning you around to face his huge cock. “...you earned it.”

He looks down at your watery, drunk eyes as he pushes his cock into your face. “Taste yourself.”

You take a deep breath, before taking his tip into your mouth. From all the sobbing and begging from earlier, you had enough spit for him to slide his entire length into your mouth easily. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. His head dips back as he releases guttural groans into the air.

“Fuck.” he moans, pulling himself out of you. “Lie down and spread your legs for me.”

You know better by now not to disobey his orders. You were too fucked out to even talk back. You lay down on the mossy rock beneath you and open your weak legs. He sees your inebriated, weary eyes, and starts to pity you.

“Alright, my love. You’re okay.” He hums, gently wrapping your limp legs around his hips.

He crouches over you, looking deeply in your eyes, realizing how far he went. He wipes your tears away with the back of his hand and leans in to kiss you softly. He moves his wet kisses down to your shoulders, planting a kiss over every hickey he left behind.

“Do you want to stop?” he mumbles into your shoulder.

You look down to see his raging erection, jumping at the sight of your slit. “But you haven’t calmed down yet.” You mumble.

“So? It does not matter.” He mutters, unwrapping your legs from his hips.

“No, don’t.” you purr, tightening your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. “Keep going.”

He stops briefly, searching for your bluff in your eyes. You pull him his face closer to yours and kiss him feverishly. “I want you inside me, Lo’ak.”

You both watch as his cock disappears slowly into your body, inch by inch. Your gazes meet again now that you are forehead to forehead. He rocks into you languidly, as he caresses your thighs. Your breath hitches when his pelvis meets yours.

“You okay?” he asks, worried that you’re in pain.

“Mhm, feels good.” You breathe into his mouth.

“Y/n.” he states, thrusting lazily into you.

“Mmm?” you hum, closing your eyes to immerse yourself in pleasure.

“Will you be my mate?” he pants as his hips buck into you a little faster.

Your eyes fly open, surprised that he asked you that. He can see the shock in your face and kisses you gently.

“I mean it. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care what happens if I go against my father. Or Tonowari.” He pants between kisses. “I want you to be mine. For life.”

Here we go, crying again. The words touched your heart in a way you’ve always wanted his words to. He pulls away and hushes you, wiping away your tears once more.

“Don’t cry, my sweetheart.” He whispers, leaning back in to kiss you once more. “You mean more to me than anything else.”

You feel like you can’t get the words out – you’re so choked up. Instead, you just tug at his queue, bringing it over his shoulder.

“Say the words, my love. I don’t want to do this if you’re not sure.” He stops his movements, sitting up slightly.

You nod quickly, still tugging at his queue. “Yes, Lo’ak. Yes.”

His eyes lit up as the corner of his lips curved upwards. Lifting your head with one hand, he uses the other to stroke the length of your queue, bringing it over your shoulder. Taking his queue in your hand, you bring them together, watching them intertwine with one another. You both take a sharp breath when the bond is made, feeling each other’s breath, the thump of your hearts... the love you have for one another.

“I see you, my mate.” Lo’ak croaks, holding back his tears.

“I see you, ma Lo’ak.” You cry, kissing him passionately.

His hips rock into you once more, picking up speed quickly now that he can feel your arousal – your desire for him. He’s so deep inside of you it feels like he’s about to pierce through your cervix, right into your womb. He’s never gone this deep before. You struggle to catch your breath, as you look up into the sky to see the eclipse occurring.

How long have we been at this?

The fire in your chest is overflowing, trickling down your spine right into your womb. You feel sensations you’ve never felt before. You’re synced with him, feeling his climax quickly approaching. Not only that, but you can feel something else – something bigger asking for permission to come inside of you. Worried, you search your mates’ eyes for answers.

“Feel that?” he grunts, pushing his knot against your entrance. “’tis my knot. You think you can take it?” he asks breathlessly, through pursed lips and furrowed brows.

He’s never knotted you before. He always made up some excuse before, about why knotting is off the table. All you can muster up the energy to do is nod, as you open your legs even more to accommodate him.   

“Wait. Did you get your heat?” he pants, trying to figure out the chances of getting you pregnant if he knots you right now.

“I – I got it... the week you left me. Mmn... The week that I took off - Ugh!” You whimper, feeling his knot trying to burrow its way inside of you.

“Fuck. Y/n. You should have told me.” He grunts, pushing his pelvis into you even more.

“I didn’t know! I thought... you told me... Oh – oh shit. Lo’ak that’s too big!” you blabber as your head feels cloudy. “I can’t –”

“Only I can calm your heat, y/n.” he grits his teeth, gripping your hips and pulling them closer to his.

Images of Ao’nung calming you during your heat unwillingly flashes through your mind. You can feel the jealously bubbling in Lo’ak’s chest - his territorial urges taking charge. He’s going to knot you, whether you like it or not. You hold on tightly to your mate, bracing yourself for Lo'ak to claim you as his.

You feel your pussy stretch to incomprehensible lengths as he shoves your hips down onto his thick, purple, veiny knot. Your moans start as low, lengthy mewls, eventually morphing into loud, strained grunts as it pops inside of you. You bury your face into his neck, breathing in his natural scent.

His cock throbs, spurting thick ropes of warm, sticky seed deep inside your womb. You hear his guttural groans and grunts right next to your ear, as he rocks into you every so often, ensuring to fill you to the brim.

“Mine.” He growls, slumping onto you.

“Lo’ak.” You croak, barely being able to breathe. “You’re squishing me.”

“Mmm.” He groans, rolling onto his back, bringing you with him.

You’re on top of him now, laying stomach to stomach, whilst your face is nestled into his chest. You take a few deep breaths, before closing your heavy-lidded eyes.

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After caring for one another, you both make your way back to the village. Arriving at the shore, you dismount your ilus and walk hand in hand to the mangroves where you meet the displeased gaze of the Olo’eyktan and Jake. Behind them stood the rest of the sully family, and Tonowari’s family.

Everyone is trying to get a glance at the two of you through the two big-bodied men that stand before you. You both bow, sweeping your fingers from your forehead towards them, acknowledging their presence. They look at each of you, and then down to your intertwined fingers. Jake is visibly resisting the urge to skin his son in front of everyone, and Tonowari is giving you a very disappointed look. Ronal steps forward, looking the two of you up and down as she circles you both.

“Tonowari. What is this?” she yells, causing both your ears to lay flat.

Lo’ak lets go of your hand and steps in front of you.

“We are mated...” he mumbles, looking at his feet. “...for life.”

“That’s enough.” Jake interrupts, hissing under his teeth.

Lo’ak shakes his head, stepping back to hold your hand once more. “It is done. Before Eywa.” he looks up at his father, and Olo’eyktan.

Ao’nung makes his appearance, walking swiftly from behind his father, eyes locked tightly onto Lo’ak holding your hand. Lo’ak strides forward, almost lunging at Ao’nung. You pull him back to you, and tug on his arm.

“Don’t. Were already in a lot of shit, Lo'ak.” You whisper, squeezing his hand tightly.

“I don’t care. You are my mate, now.” he whispers loudly, hoping Ao’nung and the rest can hear him.

“Is that so?” you mutter under your breath, dropping your head to hide your grin.

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Telling Lucifer Morningstar You're Pregnant Headcannons

this is my first time writing for hazbin hotel so be prepared

Lucifer Morningstar x f!reader

You hadn't been feeling well for a couple of days now

You were sure it was nothing but Lucifer was getting increasingly worried, especially with the annual extermination right around the corner

You decided to take a pregnancy test not really expecting anything of it whilst Lucifer went to visit Charlies hotel for the first time

You felt really bad about missing it but you've been throwing up all morning :(

When the test came back positive you couldn't help but to just stare at it in shock for several minutes

Just to be safe you did 2 more (they were all positive)

After the initial shock wore off you were more than excited about having your first baby!!!

But what would Lucifer say?????

He had already been through parenthood with Charlie

Would he really want another child???

These thoughts ate at you for a while

Eventually, you shook your head and decided to try and be more positive about how he would react to this

Now you just had to think about how you were going to break the news....

By the time Lucifer got home it was beginning to get dark

He came bouncing into your room ready to tell you all about how he had bonded with Charlie

You let him ramble on for a bit with a smile on your face, laughing when he grimaced about how he had to speak to Adam earlier

"Overall, I think it was a successful day. How are you feeling? Did you call that doctor I mentioned?"

"No, I actually feel alot better. I've actually been making something for Charlie for her new hotel!"

"That's so thoughtful, my love. What have you made?"

You nervously pulled out a little box, inside containing a bright yellow duck with the words "Best Big Sister" written in black on its chest

Lucifer stared at the present with a puzzled expression

"But.... Charlie's an only child..."

"Not anymore, sweetie"

He still didn't seem to understand what you were trying to say

So instead, you reached for your nightstand and pulled your positive pregnancy test out of the drawer, handing it to him

"I'm pregnant..."

..................

No one spoke for a solid 5 minutes

He just stared dumbfounded at the test in his hand

You were too scared to say anything, feeling it best he takes as long as he needs to process the big news

Until you saw his eyes well up with tears

"You're having a baby?" his voice came out in barely a whisper

"We're having a baby, sweetie."

He dropped the test and flung himself around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug

"We're having a baby!!!! I'm going to be a father again!"

Safe to say he was ecstatic

[fortheloveofallthings]

Steddie Florist AU - Part 2

Part 1

Steve watched in a haze as Eddie stepped out the front door with his new dahlia. Of course this mystery man gravitated towards them, he thought to himself. They stick out in a crowd, are revered for their beauty, often symbolizing kindness and everyone that loves dahlias is obsessed with their moody aesthetic. Perfect for Eddie. Thankfully Robin wasn’t here today to poke fun at his now blossoming crush. He continued his usual tasks, happily letting thoughts of the bartender fill his mind. 4 hours, he can stop by the bar in 4 hours.

Eddie practically skipped the remaining block from the Flower Shop to the bar. Chrissy was already pulling down chairs from the tops of tables as he entered. “I finally walked in!” He announced. Her blonde ponytail whipped around as she placed another chair down. “You walked in? Like actually step foot inside?” she questioned, excitement woven into her tone. Eddie nodded as a smile stretched across his face. He held out the dahlia with Shakespearean flare knowing it would be proof enough. “He gave it to me on the house, so I offered him a drink tonight,” he smiled walking past Chrissy towards the rows of liquor behind the bar hoping to find something empty enough to use as a vase. It didn’t take long skimming through the shelves before he landed on a Tanqueray bottle he could rinse out. Chrissy made her way towards him to start prepping the garnishes, “A flower on the house?” “Yes, on the house.” Eddie reiterated. “I can’t believe the first time you actually step foot in there, the florist who you’ve been eyeing for months, flirts with you within what? 5… 10 minutes of you being there! And you arrive with a dahlia of all things,” Chrissy says in almost disbelief. Eddie had already rinsed the now completely empty bottle of gin and carefully unwrapped the flower from its tissue paper to place it in and out on the bar in full display, “So? It’s just a flower, he’s a florist, it’s a flower shop. He’s probably given loads of customers free flowers.”

The statement was as humbling as it was disheartening. Eddie wanted the flower to be a special moment between the florist and him. But romance was never company, not for any of the Munsons. Romance was a daydream. So the realist in him crushed any hopes of love before they could take root. No one had won the key to his gated heart. “Oh come on Eddie!” Chrissy scolded as she placed the lime knife down, “Dahlias represent long lasting bonds, love, devotion. Flowers have their own language and meanings. This man thinks you’re beautiful and I’ll bet he also has a crush on you.” Eddie was struck, dumbfounded, “What do you mean flowers have language? You can tell all that by a single flower?” “Yes, Eddie, I can. Lesbians know a lot about Victorian flower language. It’s a whole gay thing,” she explained. He humphed in curiosity, contemplating this new information, “Well don’t get my hopes up too high. I barely spoke to him and I can only pray to whoever’s out there he’ll even make an appearance later.”

Steve wrapped up his shift soon enough. Thankfully a customer’s custom bouquet order held his attention for the last 2 hours making the time fly by. He left the keys for Vickie to lock up as she arrived and he ran out the door. He sprinted back to his apartment, and opened the door to the small studio decorated with plants, paintings Robin made for him, and photos of him and his step-brother Dustin. Steve rushed through his shower so he could spend a decent amount of time on his outfit and hair before racing towards the Red Dragon. After much deliberation and a quick FaceTime with Dustin and his girlfriend Susie he settled on his light brown bomber jacket with the olive tinted elbow patches, a perfectly fitted off-white button up with a small leaf pattern, blue jeans and his slightly worn down converse. Susie suggested most of his clothes which was new territory for them but Dustin reassured him he looked like himself and not the straight-passing jock he typically would anywhere outside the shop. Steve smiled in the mirror as he did a final fit check, laughing at the accuracy in which Dustin described him then was out the door without any further hesitation.

Part 3

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

"Are we going to talk about it?" Steve says into the previously quiet room, the only noise coming from some afternoon soap opera that had been playing on the TV. They were on the couch, with a very intentional space between them, both too scared to get closer. Steve and Eddie had been awkward around each other since they came back into each other’s lives. Anytime they start getting comfortable, feeling happy, warm, safe, with each other, inevitably, one of them, usually Steve, would put their guard back up. But despite his reluctance to want to get close - to want to protect his heart, he finds himself unable to stay away. Everything had come crashing back the day he ran with Eddie’s near lifeless body in his arms. In that moment, he would have given anything, been anything, done anything to make sure Eddie survived. And he did. He is here with Steve, and now they share matching scars bonding them together for life.

And he knows he shouldn’t bring up the past, that he should be content being Eddie’s friend, but he can't stop thinking about what they had, or what he thought they had. And every time he falls down this rabbit hole in his mind, he always comes out other side with the sinking, devastating realization that he still loves Eddie, is still in love with him. So, maybe he needs to talk about it and drudge up the uncomfortable so he can confirm to himself that Eddie doesn't love him, never has, at least not like he wants, so he can move on, and maybe one day form a real, platonic friendship with the boy who stole his heart in the 9th grade, and never gave it back.

After almost a minute with no reply, Steve clears his throat, turning in his spot on the couch so he can face Eddie, who is insisting on gluing his eyes to TV in front of them instead of meeting the other boy's eyes. "Eds?" Steve tries again, this time less forceful, more shy, almost nervous.

Eddie keeps silent, not sure what to say. How can he admit the truth, that he destroyed the best thing in his life. And Why? Because some stupid fear that Steve would hurt him, that jocks and freaks never worked out, that they were destined to burn out and break away from each other. His mind goes back to the image of Steve smiling on his chest, the first and only time they made love. He had looked so happy, so in love. Then it flashes to heartbroken way Steve looked at him that day in the bathroom, how he could tell he was holding back tears. There is a knot in his stomach because he knows he ruined everything, and nothing he can do can turn back time.

"Eddie, please...just look at me." He hears Steve plead, breaking him from his thoughts. He finally gets the courage to turn his body, meet Steve's eyes, and it breaks his heart. He can see the worry, the anxiety in his eyes, like he has been building himself up for this conversation, and Eddie wasn't making it easier on him.

"What, Steve? What is there to talk about?" He finally chokes out.

What Steve says next surprises him. "I just want to say... I'm so sorry..." Steve starts softly, like he has been thinking on this, living in some self-made guilt. Somehow, he thinks he is the one who should have been apologizing. "I pushed you too much when we were younger. That night I told you I loved you, and before then... we were just kids, and I was way too clingy and..."

Eddie listens to Steve ramble, and he is honestly dumbfounded. Somehow, despite Eddie being at fault here, Steve has found a way to blame himself, and that honestly made the remorse Eddie felt even worse, the guilt building stronger in his stomach, and he just needs Steve to stop talking, stop blaming his self. He knows Steve would do that with people like his parents, blame himself for their neglect, and it kills him that he caused Steve to do the same thing. He finally cuts Steve off, "Stop!" it comes out more forceful than he meant, his heart dropping when he sees Steve snap his mouth shut and flinch slightly.

Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh, more at himself than Steve, before he starts to talking again. His voice is soft, gentler. "Steve, you don't need to apologize. You did nothing wrong." Steve opens his mouth to argue, but Eddie continues before he can. "I mean it, Stevie. " The old nickname comes falling out of his name like second nature. "You weren't the one who messed up."

Steve is more confused. How could it not be his fault? He had to have done something, anything... because why would Eddie dump him for nothing? It didn't make any sense. He stares at Eddie, now being the one unsure what to say, finally settling on, "I don't understand..." He feels stupid even saying it out loud. "If I did nothing wrong, why did you end things, Eds?"

Eddie watches as Steve's forehead furrows with confusion. He just wants to reach across and smooth out the worry lines on Steve’s face. "Because, I'm an idiot."

"No, you're not. You are one of the smartest people I know." Eddie feels bad that Steve would still defend him despite everything.

Eddie laughs sadly, shaking his head. "It took me 3 times to finish senior year, big boy. So, I'm not that smart. And even more proof that I'm an idiot... I ruined the best thing that ever happened in my life..." He gives Steve a sad smile.

Steve wants to reach across the couch, grab Eddie’s hand in his, and tell him it's okay, that the past is in the past, that he didn't ruin everything. But he knows it can't be that simple. He whispers, "Why did you....you know, end it?"

Eddie looks away. He knew this conversation would eventually lead to this, but it does not mean he was necessarily ready for it. He takes a shaky breath before daring to look back at Steve. "I just wanna say, I did love you. That night I told you I did. I wasn't just saying it to be kind or whatever you tell yourself. Steve, I still love you, so so much." He chokes out. "But you were so popular, and you had all these jock friends. And I was...am" He corrects, "just some freak, some weirdo, man."

Steve looks more confused. Eddie just confessed he still loved him but then rambled on about him being popular and Eddie was not, and Steve didn't understand what that has to do with anything. "So? Why does that matter? I never saw you as a freak, Eds. Did I do something to make you think that?"

"No, Stevie, you didn't do anything. I got into my own head. My friends, I don't know, they started talking about how all the popular kids are the same, and that people like...like you would just get tired and throw people away. And I don’t know why, but that scared the shit out of me. I didn't want you to hurt me..."

"So you hurt me first.' Steve finishes for him sadly. It breaks Steve's heart all over again. No matter how hard Steve had tried and showed Eddie he cared, Eddie still didn't trust him enough not to hurt him. Makes sense, Steve knew he was an asshole, and Eddie must have seen it too. But he really tried. He doesn't even realize he started to cry until a hand reaches over to wipe away the tear. He instinctively recoils.

"I am so sorry... " Eddie says as he pulls back his hand.

"It's fine." Steve lies through a tear streaked face.

"No, Stevie, it's not." Eddie interrupts, reaching out before thinking better of it, quickly shoving his hand back in his lap. "I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have hurt you just because I was scared, man. "

Steve shakes his head. "No, you were right, man." Steve says pointedly, in his best mean girl voice, defenses going up. "I probably would have hurt you. It's what I do best."

Before Eddie can reply, Wayne walks into the living room, having woken up from his nap after working the night prior. This was usually Steve's signal that Wayne can take over for a while. So he quickly gets off the couch, "I...um should be going."

"Wanna stay for dinner, son?" Wayne asks.

"No, thank you...I um told Robin I would come by and help her with something." The defensiveness was gone, his voice was weak. And before anyone can get another word in, Steve was out the door, and Eddie was left feeling crushed. He saw the look on Steve’s face when he left. It mirrored his face from all those years ago when he left heartbroken in the bathroom. And once again, it was Eddie who caused it.

The next day, Wayne had off, so Eddie was not expecting Steve. He was kind of glad, not sure if he could face him, accept help from him, after yesterday. It was eqrly, but he was already up, mind racing. He tries to ground himself, mindlessly pluck away at his guiter, trying ignore his thoughts, but that proves fruitless. He doesn't know what he expected after Steve found out the truth. Maybe part of him hoped that the realization that they both still loved each other would be enough to nullify the pain, and they could start over. But now he has no idea how to fix this. And there is this stupid aching pain eating at him because he realized he would do anything to take away the hurt he caused Steve, and, even selfishly, wants Steve back. The conversation yesterday opened up the feelings he was trying to ignore. But he can't do that anymore. He has to face that when it came to Steve, he was absolutely fucked.

He is ripped from his thoughts from the pound on the door. Wayne had to run into town, and Eddie assured him he would be fine. So he was alone. Eddie makes his way to the front door, still a little slow, but he is getting there. He doesn't know who could be at the door but definitely does not expect who it is; Henderson and Robin. They both looked angry.

"What are you guys doing here? It's like 9am." Eddie says, pretending that them being here is somehow a coincidence and no way at all related to Steve.

That delusion is swiftly destroyed when Henderson, ever so eloquently, asks, "What the hell did you do to Steve?"

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

I thought I was going to be able to crank out part 3 and 4 (the final part) in one swoop, but I got the flu and I am dying so here is more angst, and hopefully part 4 will be done by next week. Let me know if you wanna be added to the tags and thank you everyone who said kind things about the first few parts. I appreciate all the comments, likes and RBs. You all have been so sweet!

Update: Part 4 is posted

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ENAMORED (II)

Modern Hantengu clones X Reader

Featuring:

"Pissed Cubicle Worker" Sekido

"Depressed Programmer" Aizetsu

"That Guy in the Alley" Karaku

"Unfunny YouTube Prankster" Urogi

"Disappointed Grandpa" Hantengu

"Delinquent Middle Schooler" Zohakuten

"Possibly a Criminal" Akaza

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You will NOT be shipped with Zohakuten or Hantengu because:

A.) One is an old man

B.) One is a young boy

Ty for your time 😌

fem!Y/N goes for her last job with Murata's Service Emporium 😢 but gets an interesting offer due to her *OUTSTANDING* work.

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Hantengu.

You've heard of that household. They order some sort of cleaning service every month or so. Only, it's never been you that has gone before, so how exactly do you know about their service requests?

BECAUSE APPARENTLY THEY'RE FUCKING INSANE.

Some of the other employees have literally returned from the job crying.

WHICH INCLUDES, BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO TERRY THE GARDENER! A TALL, BUFF MAN!

WHAT DEMON IN THAT HOUSE IS MAKING A GROWN MAN CRY LIKE THAT? WHY DOES YOUR BOSS HATE YOU? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST CURL UP IN A BALL AND FOSSILIZE.

You sigh. A big sigh. A really, really long sigh.

If you had the heart to, you would've quit the moment your boss revealed he was going to fire you, only.. you knew it was like him to try and withhold your paycheck for the week if you did. Obviously, he can't do that if you've done your job on schedule for any amount of time, but you're not gonna jump through flaming hoops just to stick it to the guy.

Easier to just get this over with.

You grab your supplies and load your car.

Yes, they make you use your own transport for this job. No, they don't pay for gas.

Maybe losing this job won't be so bad after all.

Starting up the map on your phone, you type in the adress of this demon house and get ready to be very fucking miserable for however long you spend there.

The clouds are grey this morning, as they are every morning, but this morning is different. Maybe it's because you fell down two flights of stairs. Maybe it's because you held some handsome guy's hand this morning when he helped you up. Maybe it's because you literally just got fired like 10 minutes ago. But something is different.

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Unbeknownst to you, in the opposite lane of traffic, Sekido is screaming at the cars infront of him.

Nevermind, it's not just Sekido. In some strange sort of... brotherly bonding ritual, both Sekido and Zohakuten are screaming at the car infront of them (which is going the speed limit).

"WHY WON'T YOU PRESS YOUR DAMN GAS? THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT HERE WITH JOBS AND SHITHEADS WITH SCHOOL! 20 ABOVE THE LIMIT NEVER KILLED ANYBODY!"

"...Sekido, I think 20 above the limit has killed people. BUT THOSE PEOPLE WERE GOING TOO DAMN SLOW!"

Sekido's grey minivan pulled up to the school. Zohakuten grabbed his bag and opened the door, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"...Zohakuten."

Red eyes met his, and he felt slightly uncomfortable at how calm Sekido was managing to be.

"....what."

"....one day."

"wha–"

"One day without doing some stupid shit to get sent home or to the principal's office. If you do, I'll... I don't fucking know, have the gods come down and kiss you on the nose one by one. Just be good. Ok?" He said, almost in a... defeated tone.

Zohakuten, for a moment, was dumbfounded. Had Aizetsu taken over Sekido's body? Was this some sort or trick? Who did he think he was? It's not his fault he'll never use this crap again. Nor is it his fault that some of the kids are little shitheads.

Instead of saying all this, out of respect for Sekido's effort to be *nice*

(Literally, beads of sweat were beginning to form on Sekido's face, and he looked constipated)

....he nodded.

"Okay. I want ice cream after school."

And shut the car door.

Sekido was left by himself, face immediately breaking back into that scowl he wore so well.

"Fucking ice cream. I might as well get him a horse and a spaceship while I'm servicing His Majesty. Seriously, how hard is it not to throw desks?"

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Your car stopped infront of a mansion.

Maybe not a mansion, but.. it was something.

A three story house with 2 vehicles in front (AND A MOTORCYCLE?). However, the only decorations in front were a little knome and a set of windchimes. You could also faintly hear "Barbie Girl" playing from somewhere in the home.

At the very least, it was... a flattering home. The outside didn't look too bad, but you were at least slightly concerned about the inside.

You knocked on the door, cleaning supplies in hand.

"Murata's Service Emporium!"

The door creaked open slightly, before opening to reveal a rather handsome, dark-skinned man in nothing but a towel and.... a face mask and hair curlers.

His eyes were a deep emerald green, a complete contrast from his skin that you were HERE FOR.

He looked you up and down, before turning his attention back into the house. "Aizetsu! Your escort is here!"

Immediately your face turned red. "Wha- did you not hear what I said when I knocked!?"

He raised a brow at you.

"Service Emporium?"

Oh.

That actually sounds pretty bad when taken out of context.

"...okay, but why would I be holding all of these cleaning supplies?"

He looked down at you again.

"I don't know what freaky stuff Aizetsu's into, okay? Are you coming in or not?" He huffed.

You reluctantly waddled in and set your things down.

Oh my.

It was a disaster.

The dishes were piled sky-high, the floor SEVERELY UN-VACUUMED... you had work to do.

Another man, almost identical to the one who opened the door, approached you in a rush. His eyes, though, were blue, and significantly more lifeless than the guy before him.

"I'm sorry.. I am Aizetsu. As you can see, our house is a disaster... sorry."

And he walked away.

THAT WAS ALL HE HAD TO SAY?

WAS HE EVEN GOING TO PAY YOU?

HE'S JUST GONNA LEAVE?

You were starting to understand the struggle.

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The camera lens was clean. The audio was crisp. In his browser "solt jasz musuc backgriund" was playing.

Everything was perfect.

And now, out of his room once again, was the legendary, the one and only, greatest failed theater kid of all time..

Urogi!

And he was ready. Ready to bamboozle this busy, strangely attractive woman that wandered her way into his home. Ready. But she wasn't.

Which is what made it good content.

And good content -> motorcycle upgrades.

Which he wanted.

Very badly.

So there he was, creeping up behind you, four cans of silly string in one hand, a camera in the other.

You, on the other hand, were almost finished up here. You cleaned in and out, over and under, anywhere you could. The dishes were dried and put away, and everything was soon to be in order. The only task you had left was to sweep the kitchen. A relatively easy job. After that, you could get out of here, and... you didn't have a job to go to.

Hadn't thought of that in a while.

But there wasn't any time to think about it when you heard something being set on the counter behind you. You turned around, only to be met with a man leaping at you.

Naturally, you dodged out of the way, dropping the broom and hooking your attacker around the neck, locking him in a chokehold. All was well until a flurry of colors came flying toward you into your hair and eyes.

Immediately you were overpowered, your key sense being obstructed. You were pushed over near the sofa, being sprayed relentlessly with some sort of squishy string-like material.

You were quick to recover, and reached up to what you assumed to be the sofa, taking off one of the pillows and swinging wildly at your attacker. Terrifying laughter was heard from above you, and you overturned them until you had them in prime suffocating position. Moments into your retaliation, you pulled some of the strange material off of your face, only to see the face of both people you met earlier. Except this one had yellow eyes.

You paused in your struggle with him, both of you huffing and puffing like you were about to blow someone's house away.

He stared up at you, and you stared down at him, before your gaze flickered up to the counter, only to see a camera placed there and aimed directly at the two of you.

Footsteps distracted you from this realization.

"Aizetsu? Your escort got loose. I think she got confused. Did you not tell her about being a quad?" It was the green-eyed man, back with his bunny slippers and some actual clothes, but no hair curlers or face masks.

"IM NOT A PROSTITUTE!" You snapped at him, smacking the man under you again with the pillow for good measure.

"Why the hell is there a woman on top of Urogi? Why are you just watching, Karaku? You sick fuck.."

Another voice was heard, deeper and more gruff than the rest. You looked up, and saw another man identical to all three of the others! Unlike his counterparts, this one had blood-red eyes.

"What's going on? Are you all siblings?" You said, before mentally face-pamling. Of course they're all siblings. What else would they be?

"Of course we're siblings. What else would we be? Idiot." The red-eyed man growled, before hanging his keys and stomping off to who knows where.

The man under you tapped on your forehead.

"...can I get up?"

You rolled your eyes at him, delivering another smack with the pillow before getting off of him. "You don't just sneak up on some unsuspecting person like that!" You scolded, but he didn't listen. He was already busy fiddling with his camera.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, mumbling a slew of curses before going to pick up the broom.

"So clean, so clean! It looks like this house is brand new! Where are they? The cleaner? Where are they?" A labored, weak voice sounded from the hallway. An old man appeared, and hobbled toward you. You tried backing away, but it was no use, as he grabbed your face to examine you.

"Lovely girl, lovely girl! Cleaned up everything perfectly! You're the angel who cleans up my grandsons' mess every month, are you? Lovely girl!" His voice was trembling, as were his hands.

He must be talking about the company. But before you have time to explain, he cuts you off.

"I wish to hire you, lovely girl! Lovely girl! You can live in my home, in the spare room! You can clean up and teach my grandsons how to behave! Will you? Don't leave an old man like me helpless. Their mother isn't around to teach them to behave, will you? Lovely girl?"

Your eyes widened at the offer. "..hire? Like, for money?"

The old man laughed. Well, he tried, but it came out as a cough. "For housing? Food? Anything you'd like?"

"....and for money?"

"...yes, I'll pay you weekly."

You needed time to recollect your thoughts! Living here, with unknown people? Cleaning! More cleaning!

But at least you'd have a roof over your head, and food, and 'whatever you'd like' whatever that was. And you'd even have your own money on the side. Maybe you could save for a house? To go back to school?

At that point, only Karaku and the old man were left in the room, eyes trained on you. Karaku's lips broke into a smile. He knew what your answer was going to be.

"..I'll do it."

[mytheoristavenue]

Day 2 -

OP Cyborg Franky x Reader - Building a Gingerbread House

Summary: Franky uses his engineering expertise to help you put together a gingerbread house!

Warnings: Pure fluff, fem!Reader, pretty short

You huffed in frustration, holding the two slabs of gingerbread together so tightly, the tops began to crumble. Finally one snapped, cracking into two asymmetrical pieces. God, why did you ever volunteer to do this for the crew? Frustrated, you threw your head down against the table.

"Hey little lady," Franky bellowed, stepping into the kitchen. "What's gotcha throwing a hissy fit?"

You scoffed, lifting your head from the table. "It's this stupid gingerbread house I promised to make. I can't get the pieces to stick and I keep breaking them." The metal man hummed in response stepping forward to take a look.

"Well, what are you using to glue it all together?" he asked, observing the edges closer with the large fingers cradling his chin.

"Icing, why?"

"Well, there's your problem!" he laughed. "You outta be using melted sugar. It works like cement." You looked on, dumbfounded as he stomped into the kitchen, whipped out a pot from the cupboard, and poured sugar into it as he set it on the stove. "Bring me that broken piece, I'll fix it for ya." he chirped, reaching his arm out to beckon for it. Placing it in his hand, you watched as he dipped the shattered cookie into the mixture, coating the edges before sticking them together. "Now, hold his while I fix this other one."

You did as he asked, holding the pieces in place for a few minutes before curiously trying to pull them apart. To your amazement, they wouldn't budge, bonded together like they'd been super glued back together. "Franky, thank you! You're a genius!" you gushed, starting to giggle as you hugged his back. The man blushed, chuckled along with you.

"Anything for you, little lady!" he grinned. "Here, if you bring me the rest of the pieces, I'll put the whole thing together, then all you gotta do is make it pretty. Sound like a deal?"

"Deal!"

Over the next hour, you watched with bated breath as Franky carefully erected the humble gingerbread house, even gluing it to the board it came with so you'd have no other chores than decorating it. After he was finished, he set it back on the table where you'd been sitting, hands on his hips, clearly proud of his work.

"Now that's what I call a job well done," he gloated playfully. "But, you're the client, I'm just the contractor, what do you think?"

"I love it!" you shrieked, excitedly kicking your feet as you observed the result. "Franky, it's perfect!" Looking at it closely, you could hardly tell it was broken, or that it came in separate pieces in the first place. "Thank you!"

"Anytime, babes," he smirked, clearly rolling in your praise. "No need to thank me. Now, if that's all ya need me for-" Suddenly, your smile fell and your shoulders slumped. "Hey, now what's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing," you fibbed. "I was...kinda hoping you might wanna help me decorate. I know you've done most of it already, but it wouldn't be fair for you to miss out on the fun part. I understand if you're too busy though."

Franky grinned again, stepping back toward the table and pulling out a chair. "Shoot, I'm never too busy to hang out with my favorite girl! Of course, I'll help ya!"

With joy now restored, you both began working on piping icing along the borders of the structure, grazing one another's hands every once in a while, which made you blush every time. Carefully, you mindfully place gum drops and peppermints in particular patterns while Franky got to work giving the gingerbread home owners faces.

You giggled upon seeing that one had (h/c) strands of icing messily tangled over its head and shoulders, with (e/c) dots for eyes, and the other had blue dots, a blue icing pompadour, and red icing smeared across its torso with yellow sprinkles decorating it. Upon realizing you'd noticed his handiwork, he smiled sheepishly and tried to hide them. "Heh, sorry, I guess I'm not as good of an artist as I am an architect." he laughed, scratching the back of his neck.

Gently, you pulled the cookies away from him, smiling warmly a them. "Is this you and me?"

"S'posed to be," he blushed. "Kinda messed 'em up though."

"Oh, Franky, they're perfect." you gushed. "I love them." you said, propping them up against the house with a pool of icing at their feet so they'd stay. "And I think you're a wonderful artist."

"Thanks, doll face." he accepted, placing a hand over yours. "I think you're just plain wonderful all around."

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Ghostober - Day 12 [River]

"I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?"

WC: 1K

It was weird to have a new Papa, to have Ghouls switched around, following someone different. And weirder to be retired. Well at least for River. Lake was adjusting easily, having already dealt with a new Papa once before, and had taken to bouncing between playing pranks and watching the new summonings happen. Air and Alpha were normally busy, having been brought into Terzo’s ghouls, but the fire ghoul still made time for his packmates, claiming that nothing would break their bond, not even a new Papa. Omega was even busier than Alpha, helping Terzo constantly, whether it was with the new ghouls, or if it was explaining any mystery questions the Papa had, Omega was there. Earth was, well Earth, doing his own thing and keeping to himself. And River? He was struggling. He was used to his packmates being around all the time, used to the stupid things that they’d get into. He became quieter, often sitting at the window in the common room, staring outside blankly or sitting at the lake, on the dock, his feet in the water. 

So Alpha and Lake did the only reasonable thing they could think of, they started a prank war. Something that they knew River normally loved. They spent hours planning it, deciding to rack everyone’s brains for the pranks that River had played on the ghouls before reenacting them. They swapped the sugar and salt in the ghoul's kitchen, they created a soapy slip and slide in the Ministries hallway, they wrapped everything in his room with kitchen foil, they swapped out all the hand sanitizer with glue, they stabbed all the forks they could find in Primo's private garden and collected all of the photos that River had taken months ago of the ghouls sleeping in their rooms, spreading them on the kitchen island.

Once everything was set up, they called River to come downstairs from the common room. He had been sitting on the couch by the window again and it took a few shouts from Lake and one loud “River!” from Alpha to snap him out of his stupor. He came out into the hallway, still out of it, and immediately slipped, sliding a few feet and letting out a high squeak that sent a rumble of laughter through his two pack mates. He sat dumbfounded for a moment, before laughing softly as he struggled to stand up. He quickly found that it wasn’t worth it, and ended up just sliding himself across the hall to the stairs where he slid down those too. 

Alpha and Lake had huge grins on their faces when he finally got down to them. Lake handed him a towel so that he could wipe the suds off of his feet and pants. “That was beautiful,” Lake announced, patting his water brother on the shoulder with a proud smile.

“Proud of yourself?” River snorted, trying to dry off the best he could.

“Awww, come on! That was a classic!”

“How unoriginal.” 

Alpha shook his head at the two water ghouls. “I just wanted to know if you wanted some tea. Figured you might like something after a long week.”

River smiled at that. “I’d appreciate it.”

Alpha nodded and the three of them walked into the kitchen, River still snickering to himself. Alpha fixed some tea and passed a mug to River who walked over to the sugar and scooped a teaspoon into his tea, stirring it. He took a sip and spat it out, coughing. 

“What the hell? Is that… salt?”

Alpha chuckled and River's eyes narrowed as River grinned. “Let the prank wars begin! May the best ghoul win.”

The next week passed in a blur. Each ghoul falls for the other's prank. Lake used the hand sanitizer that he had filled with glue and had to go to Omega to get it sorted out. Omega couldn’t help a chuckle and called River and Alpha to the scene, allowing them to witness the stupidity of his actions before warning the new ghouls about the prank war happening through the walls of the Ministry. 

The longer the prank war drags on, the more they all lose energy. Looking over their shoulder every minute of the day was draining, and it hadn’t stopped. Not even when River put staining black paint in Terzo's room so when he tried to take off his paints that night he couldn’t at all.

River had come back from helping Lake teach the new water ghoul and headed straight for his room, walking past Alpha in the den. He closed the door behind him and climbed into his bed only to jump out of it, screaming a second later. Alpha and Lake burst into his room immediately, Lake looking confused and Alpha’s eyes dancing with laughter. River on the other hand had staggered away from his bed and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, clearly overstimulated as tears clouded his eyes. 

Alpha’s lips that had started to twitch up, turned into a frown and he stepped forward, worry clinching his eyebrows. “River?”

"I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?" he cried, burying his head in his hands. 

Alpha and Lake shared uneasy glances as Lake moved toward the bed to investigate the prank that Alpha had clearly played. He pulled the sheets back to reveal a whole bunch of toads. 

“I thought that they’d remind you of home,” Alpha grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Frogs are freshwater, not toads,” Lake cried, throwing his hands up in a ‘what am I going to do with you?’ motion.

“Aren’t those frogs?”

“They’re toads, genius!”

A sob rips through River's throat, snapping the attention of both ghouls towards him. They lower their voices and walk over to him, sitting down on either side of him, and gently comforting him. 

“I’m sorry,” Alpha murmured, kicking his heat up a bit in an effort to soothe the water ghoul. “I thought that this would cheer you up a bit. The whole prank war was just to do that, but I think we’ve let it get too far out of hand.”

“Guilty as charged,” Lake mumbled. 

“I’m sorry,” River sobbed. “Everything is changing so much. It's too much. I barely get to see our pack together. It feels like everything is falling apart.”

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[railingsofsorrow]

chapter I | catharsis

summary: “Is there— is there something you need?” He's kind. He's so kind and his voice is better than she had ever imagined. 

All of all the things she could have said, what came out is something else entirely.

“Your hair is shorter.”

w.c: 3.4K

warnings/content: mentions of mass food poisoning; implied unhealthy relationships (it will be explored later); germaphobia; fluff.

A/N: WE'RE FINISHED WITH THE LETTERS! I was too excited to start writing the longer chapters with a detailed narrative. I know it took too long but.... here it is, I hope you enjoy! annnd, they finally meet!

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❝Catharsis❞

[n.] THE EXPERIENCE OF EXPRESSING STRONG EMOTIONS THAT PREVIOUSLY WERE BLOCKED.

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“Don't even start, Reid.”

Spencer pursed his lips, shifting on the passenger seat. “I didn't say anything.”

Derek scoffed, “I can hear you thinking.”

“Thought broadcasting is a common phenomenon that happens when one thinks others can hear your thoughts. That is not physically possible. It actually might be a sign of paranoia—”

Derek groaned loudly, begging for the gods above that the traffic went easy on him for five minutes. He needed five minutes to get to the other Interstate. Five. Minutes. 

Spencer let out a snicker beside him, having too much fun in being correct as always. He had told Derek beforehand that the safest option would be to take the alternative route, even if that meant it was slightly longer than directly taking the I-95. They still would get to Norfolk University's Student Center faster. 

Derek didn't listen to him and here they were, stuck in traffic just as Spencer predicted. 

In some way, this was good. 

Spencer hated being late to anything, which was why he always double-checks the time so he can get to any place earlier, just to be sure. Just in case. That's him. A pragmatic guy. 

But when he heard where the next case was going to be, he backtracked a little. 

Spencer has been corresponding with Iris Valencia through letters for the entire month of October. It felt like more, maybe years. He knows that this feeling is quite common for people who had found some sort of connection. They have affinity. A bond, if you will. It explains the reason for your comfort after you've just met someone. You used to be strangers, but you realise they like blueberry muffins too and then you have a coffee date scheduled in the afternoon. It is that simple, sometimes. 

Spencer could never relate to that. Well, at least, not before Iris. Although he has never invited her over for coffee and they haven't spoken in person yet. 

Yet.

But it felt like it. It felt like he has known her for a long time.

The case was in Norfolk University, 165,7 miles from Quantico. The place Iris worked as a microbiology professor and which she described that her whole department fell sick because of a supposed food poisoning. 

That hasn't been the first time a university has had that kind of situation. As she mentioned in one of her letters, the Old Dominion University — another university located in Norfolk — was also on the news about food poisoning. The difference was that it had been only a small group of students that suffered the outcome. NSU had it worst, a large group of people had to be sent to the E.R. 

The BAU was called in because of recent deaths in the area. When they eventually connected it to the food poisoning cases happening in the universities, Hotch divided the team into pairs to cover more ground. The suspect list was narrowed down to three students from Norfolk State University. 

“What did you say?” 

“You and Morgan are off to the M.E's office.” Hotch repeated as they left the precinct. 

“You're going to Norfolk State University?” Spencer asked a little dumbfounded. Derek gave him a confused look. 

Hotch halted beside the car door, the crease between his brows deepening. “That's where our first victim lived... Reid, are you alright?”

That finally seemed to be the minute Spencer snapped out of it. “Yes,” he said, clearing his throat. “Yes, sorry. I was just making sure. We'll— we'll go now.”

He felt like a thirteen-year-old boy with his first crush. The accelerated heartbeat, the shaky limbs, the sweaty palms. The not knowing what to do and mostly, what Emily always teased him about and what he only recently noticed: his IQ is, in deed, slashed to half when he's attracted to someone. 

Spencer had not met Iris yet. But he felt all of those things. Through letters. For the first time in his life he couldn't find a scientific explanation for what he was currently feeling. He hadn’t met her, he hadn't seen her, let alone heard her voice. He's only seen her delicate handwriting with her t's curved at the base and her barely noticeable s's and he was quickly roped to her personality. What Iris shared with him so far, that is. 

Spencer studied people for a living. That's a quick way of putting his occupation. He investigated behavior and he entered minds that were just as twisted as the crimes they committed. Some cases stay glued on his brain more than others — it's not like he was able to forget anything, although sometimes he wished he could.

Iris had interested him more than any quantum physics book ever could. 

Spencer knows she likes birds. That's one of the first things she shared with him, actually. He also knows that her favorite author is Haruki Murakami and Spencer has read all of her recommendations, he even bought more books besides the ones she mentioned. He knows Iris hates loud noises, clowns and that she takes her coffee black and plain. He knows how much she cares about her students and that she probably loves what she does because of the way she writes about it. He knows that she doesn't believe in magic, but he's determined to change her mind. 

To Spencer, Iris was like a book. He had no idea what the cover was like and he had not read the synopsis, but from the first page and on, he decided he wanted to know everything there is to know about the story. He wanted to see if there were small notes at the edges of every page or if there were underlined quotes. He wanted to figure out the mystery before the next chapter arrived, even if the ending might be completely different. 

He had come to terms with the fact that he wants to meet her in person for a while now. But Spencer didn't plan when that would happen or if it would happen. He doesn't even know if she would want to meet him. 

Now, he was walking into the University she worked at with her letter tucked into his satchel bag as he forced his brain to focus on what was supposed to be focusing on: the case. 

"Finally." Emily raised a brow as they walked into the room. According to JJ's message an hour ago, they were talking to the Head of the Biology Department because of a lead on one of the suspects. Hotch and Rossi were speaking with Penelope through the speakerphone in a corner of the room. "Took you long enough." 

Spencer shrugged at her jab, pointing at Derek. "I told him, he didn't listen." He was softly shoved in response.

"Shut up, Reid." 

"We're waiting for Mark Dawson to come back with a professor who supposedly has some information on Meredith Fitz." JJ clarified before Spencer could question her why they were all reunited in a professor's office. "They're all in class, we don't want to raise too much attention." 

"Sorry to keep you all waiting." 

A blond man walked into the room with a brunette woman on his trail. He was dressed in a color-coordinated attire, a russet dress shirt with slightly darker khaki pants. A complete contrast with the woman beside him, she wore light blue jeans along with a maroon V-neck sweater vest and a white t-shirt below. Her hair was in a loose bun but some thick curls were falling off. She was tucking them behind her ear constantly. 

Spencer noticed she seemed annoyed. 

"This is Doctor Valencia, she's our microbiology professor. Meredith is one of her students." 

Valencia? As in—

"I can speak for myself." Dr. Valencia said through gritted teeth, shaking hands with every agent. Spencer was too busy sweating like crazy in nervousness to take notice of Emily's and JJ's pointed gaze exchange after the professor's harsh statement towards Professor Dawson. "It's good to meet you, Agents, but I spoke to the police last night, I already gave my formal statement regarding the occurrences of the last week." 

The last person to be introduced was him. 

He heard something that sounded distinctly like a choked-up sound. He didn't pay much attention until Hotch started conducting questions regarding the case. Because that was what he was focusing on, the case. His hands tingling as she drew hers back, barely giving him a look. 

"The FBI?" Iris blinked in surprise. Only now did she seem to really acknowledge everyone in the room. Her shoulders tensed up. "So that wasn't just accidental food poisoning." 

"We're investigating that," Hotch said, being vague on purpose. "It came to our knowledge that Meredith Fitz is one of your mentees?"

Iris nodded, running a hand through her face. "Yes, yes, she is. Meredith is, um, completing her master's degree in post-mortem microbiology."

"Does she have access to your lab?" 

"All of my students have," Iris said. "We have practical classes." She visibly stiffened. "Is she a suspect?"

“We're looking into it,” Hotch responded.

Iris stepped out of her frozen state, interrupting another question being thrown her away.

“This isn't— This isn't right.” She begun. “Meredith is one of my top students. She's a nice girl, she wouldn't do this.”

Emily nodded sympathetic, “as he said, we are still investigating that information. But we do need to speak with her so that can be clarified.” Before Iris could speak, Mark beat her to it.

“She didn't come to class today, so that won't be possible, will it?” Mark sent a look towards Iris that anyone in the room could read it as a pretty clear insinuation. Iris wasn't paying attention to him, she was lost in her thoughts, gaze focused on a corner of the room. 

Spencer was itching to say something, but he stood quiet.

“Neither did Fabian Helley. Another top student of Dr. Valencia here.” He added, leaning back on his desk. “You know, maybe you should investigate this particular pattern.”

Derek let out a sigh. He was done with Dawson's little game. It was clear that the guy was trying to antagonize Iris. 

“Sir—”

“Please stop.” 

Every eye in the room snapped towards her voice. Iris clutched the back of her arm as if she was trying to give herself some form of grounding. Spencer could see how much she cared for each one of her students. He's read about it, it's all in her letters, but even his coworkers who didn't have that bonus glimpse into her character could tell that. 

They could also tell she was greatly bothered by Mark Dawson. And Spencer himself was starting to get bothered by him as well.

“I'll answer your questions and anything else in my office. Is that okay with you?” 

Nobody protested against that and Mark stood by his desk, arms crossed much like a petulant child. They followed Iris towards her office while exchanging curious glances. She did answer all of their questions, hesitating slightly whenever the questions were directed towards Meredith Fitz and Fabian Helley, mostly because she did not believe they could have done such a monstrosity as mass poisoning.

“What happened to being a germaphobe, pretty Ricky?” Derek nudged his shoulder, earning a confused look from Spencer. “You shook the professor's hand. Not a single complaint as always.”

“I was being polite.” His cheeks were burning. Did he shake her hand? Thankfully she wasn’t close enough to listen to their conversation.

Derek disguised a chuckle by soft coughing and Spencer glared at him.

"I'd like to apologize about Professor Dawson. He's been on edge ever since all this started." Iris informed as Rossi and Hotch left the room to call Garcia. 

"We can see that," Emily smiled reassuringly at her. "If you don't mind me asking, is there a particular reason why he seemed displeased about Fabian Helley?" Iris shifted on her feet and everyone else in the room pretended they were not listening in on the conversation since Emily had approached her in a rather private manner.

Still, Iris did not relent. 

"Mark is always displeased by something or someone." It was the last thing she decided to share after pondering to herself. 

It wasn't until Hotch came back into the room to send each of them to interview a few other witnesses — except for Spencer, who he requested to start the geographical profile since they had enough cases as of now – that Iris seemed to glance in Spencer's direction.

Dr. Reid, who she shook hands with and didn't even properly notice until now. Iris was generally a perceptive person, she caught things quickly. Though she's having trouble focusing ever since this morning, perks of a bad night's sleep. She blamed that for not realising him sooner, that was the only possible explanation, really. His honey-brown eyes switched to his colleagues as soon as she caught him looking. 

Iris’ breath caught in her throat. The Behaviour Analysis Unit is here. Spencer mentioned in one of his letters that he works for the FBI... She truly was slow today, wasn't she? 

“Dr. Valencia?” 

She snaps out of her daze to stare at a pretty blonde woman in a dark blazer, she wore a blue t-shirt below. Agent Jareau. That's her name.

“Sorry,” Iris cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks heat up at being caught staring at him. She must look like such a creep. “I zoned out. Were you speaking to me?”

She offers her a sympathetic smile before saying, “we don't want to take much of your time. We know you have lectures to teach. Thank you for your patience.”

“No need to thank me, Agent. It's all good.” Just as each of them gave her their farewells, she was stuck in an inner argument about whether or not she should talk to him. It's not appropriate. He didn't even recognize you, wake up.

Not appropriate. Not appropriate. NOT APPROPRIATE.

“Uh, Dr. Reid?” It was barely above a whisper as if she had been scared of saying it too loud. His body turning around fast was the indication she needed that he had heard her. Thankfully, his team was a little further down the hall to notice the small exchange. “Sorry, I don't mean to get in your way—”

She's completely awkward all of a sudden. Iris couldn't grasp her mind that she's been talking to this man for over a month, flirting, trauma bonding and now she couldn’t utter a word without sounding like she didn’t know a word in the English language.

“Is there— is there something you need?” He's kind. He's so kind and his voice is better than she had ever imagined. 

All of all the things she could have said, what came out is something else entirely.

“Your hair is shorter.”

Well, fuck, Iris. Congratulations, you have officially made a fool out of yourself!

“I did not intend to say that out loud, I am so so sorry, Spenc— Dr. Reid. I just, I saw a picture of yours because of an article that I read and—”

“Iris.” 

“And I—” she froze, watching a smile grow on his lips, which immediately brought warmth to her chest. Somehow, it didn't feel as if he was laughing at her. If he was then it's a beautiful sight to uphold regardless. “Yes?”

“I thought you didn't recognize me.” Spencer bit the inside of his cheek, shifting on his feet. She observed the worn-out sneakers causing her lips to twitch in amusement. One of Iris's assumptions was that Spencer was the kind of guy to wear fancy shoes — it only made sense because of the way he dressed — but that surprised her. At least she’s not the profiler. “You know, we've only been corresponding through letters so I figured you wouldn't...”

Her lips parted in astonishment. “You recognized me?”

His brows furrowed slightly, “yes. Your name is literally on the case file.”

“Oh.”

His eyes softened at her widened eyes as she processed the information. And then his brain pinched him with the fact that that's not how we're supposed to meet. Not because of a case. I'm supposed to invite her for coffee just so I can certify if she actually takes her coffee plain black with barely any sugar on it. Or a library, so we can ramble together about our favourite authors and books. 

Not.in.the.middle.of.a.case.

“You probably have a whole file about me, huh?” Her tone was playful and Spencer remembered how he grinned whenever he read her sarcasm through paragraphs of her handwriting. He learned to find Iris's humor through her words. Seeing it displayed right in front of him, full of vivid colors and a voice he tried to imagine for so long what it was like... He's speechless and already addicted to it.

“Our technical analyst probably has.” Spencer croaked out, forcing himself to avert his gaze to his feet instead. 

Iris’s eyes acquired a spark of excitement. 

“Is that the one with the clingy hugs?”

Spencer let his mouth quirk up on the edges, “yes. That's Penelope.”

“So you know all of my dark secrets before we even share them to each other.” He could hear her playful tone that carried a bit of uncertainty in the end.

“I have no reason to read your file,” Spencer said. Because he didn't. Not unless she was an official suspect. “So no, I don't know about any of your dark secrets.”

“That's good. You won't run for the hills yet.”

“What makes you think I would ever run?”

Their gazes remain on each other for a brief moment until one of them eventually caved and looks away, necks reddening, heartbeat increasing.

“Call me Spencer.” He said, squeezing the strap of his work bag until his fingers turned white. His phone vibrating in his pocket alerted him he'd taken too much time talking and less time working. He didn't want to go. “I-uh, I've read your letter. Just in case you think I've been ignoring you... I haven't. I just haven't had the time to write you back properly.”

Iris tilted her head as she leaned against the wall. “Maybe you don't need to write me back.” What am I doing? She thinks.

He cast her a look of puzzlement before his disappointment could take over, Iris was quick to clarify what she meant. 

“Maybe we could talk instead of write.” She added carefully. Confidence wearing thin. “Over coffee? Not today, of course, you're working and I'm working and we wouldn't have time but... It's—It's a stupid idea, isn't it? I'm sorry. Pretend I didn't suggest—”

“I would love to talk instead of write.” Now that I can finally hear your voice, I can stop trying to image what you sounded like through your letters. I don't want to ever stop listening to you. 

Iris gave him a look of surprise as if she had been expecting rejection because that just might have been the most out-of-place idea she had. Asking Spencer Reid out on a date while he's in the middle of a case where she works? 

“You need to go.” She mused, giving a pointed look at the vibrating cell in his hands.

“As soon as the investigation is over.” He told her after they'd exchanged numbers through their phones. Iris nodded, smiling wildly as he took a few steps back to leave her office but still didn't quite leave.

“As soon as the investigation is over, Dr. Reid.”

Spencer halts, holding onto the doorway as if stopping himself from leaving  — or staying. She didn't know which.

“Call me Spencer.” He repeated, grabbing his phone to pick up the call. Slowly, a smile etched its way into her face and his mouth followed the same action. 

“Okay, Spencer.”

Spencer nodded, holding in a smile. “I have to go.” I don’t want to.

“Please do. I don't want the FBI locking me up because I held you against your will in my office.” A joke. He liked hearing her jokes instead of reading them. “Be careful.” She requested in a slightly more serious tone, just like she always wrote in her letters addressed to him. 

“You too,” he said, taking his time to look at her one last time before he had to sprint off to where Derek required him.

It was very nice seeing you, Iris.

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A/N: hey everyone, welcome to the next phase of SBPP. I'm excited. next chapter you'll have a deeper glimpse into iris' character and some things will come to light. i'd love to read what you guys are thinking of this fic!

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[yandere-kokeshi]

ok well that a gooood question..

miguel would obviously be a vampire, if he isn’t already 💀

hobie would be a werewolf, and possibly miles too because i feel like that’s something they’d bond over, y’know?

pavitr would be a siren-

honestly gwen would also be a werewolf, FEROCIOUS beast but fucking cute. peter b? siren or vampire, i can’t really pick..

jessica would probably be a werewolf too, or like some other cool beast, y’know? idk if this is restricted to just werewolf, vampire and siren-

Hobie I can see a lot. He's a leader, has a mind of his own, and likes to follow his rules. But I can also see him as a cat-hybrid. A teasing fucker who likes to test your limits and throw glass onto to the floor, saying "whoops"

But Miles? The werewolf part I like. I can totally see it. But I can also see him being other creatures too. Such as a centaur, harpy, or moth breed. Possibly a mershark that's completely harmless and gets sad whenever people run away cause 'shark!!'.

Miguel is most definitely a vampire. He's probably 800 years old at best. That's why he's so grumpy. Definitely hates bottled wine. Hates the smell of humans and they're 'lewd thinking'. He's always eyeing them evilly

Pavitr is so definitely a siren!! I can imagine him having orange and red scales. His tail is slightly white. Sorta like a Koi fish. Is like Ariel and loves to collect shiny things (this includes the reader!!). Definitely loves sunbathing and is incredibly social. Probably too much so that he ends up trusting too many of the wrong type of people.

But I also see him as a harpy. He loves flying, doing his round'abouts in the air, and always saying good morning to people. Extremely friendly and kind to everyone.

As for Gwen, it's a mix between a dog-hybrid or were-bear. I'm not sure why. But I can mostly see her pouncing on you the minute you get home, smelling your neck as she growled out to smelling other people.

Peter B? I'm dumbfounded. At best, I'd think a bunny-hybrid, or what you said, a vampire that's really nice and gentle. Hates drinking blood. But, I'm not sure what I can see him as.

Jessica... is a hard pick. There are a lot of ideas that come to mind for me. But I can see her being a naga, drider, or a bat-hybrid. Between these three, I love each image of her. Totally not foaming at the mouth

I'd love to go into more details about each of their colors and coats and personalities. But I don't wanna bore you lol.

Edit: for anyone confused, I posted this question a day ago about the spiderverse being monsters.

[harlowarchives]

Can you write something with Jack Harlow where they have a date in ikea, maybe like the reader is not from the U.S., (she could be from somewhere in Latinamerica) and she always wanted to go to ikea, and it could be like a cute montage like in the film 500 days of summer

international, ⁱ 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰.

jack harlow x latina reader!

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 <𝟑𝟑𝟑𝟑𝟑 + ilysmmm ty for my first request boo also such a cute concept

You & Jack met at a concert he was doing in the Dominican Republic, you stood out to him because you were the only fan who knew every lyric to every song not to mention you were insanely beautiful, he interacted with you the entire show dedicating his love songs to you. After the show, he built up the courage to greet you. “Hi, I'm Jack.” He said giving you a nervous smile and then lowering his eyes to meet yours you looked slightly confused but you were just dumbfounded he assumed you must’ve only known Spanish because he followed with “Hola, soy Jack?” you broke into laughter at his rehearsed introduction as he laughed with you “I'm y/n.” you spoke. The rest of the night the two of you bonded & Jack confessed how he was crushing on you all night & that you were the most beautiful girl in the crowd.

For the rest of his trip, you two were constantly together because after his performance he was free to explore & he did that with you. Goodbyes were too harsh for both of you so he scheduled a trip to come to visit him in the US & today happens to be your first date together in the US one twist though because when he was in your country you toured him, you made him promise he'd do the same. “Ready?” He questioned looking over at you before you began to nod eagerly he opened his door and walked to your side to help you down. You and Jack walked into the store and then you began looking around in amazement, taking in Ikea & all its glory. Your mouth was in an O shape & Jack just stood and watched your wandering eyes. The two of you walked down the aisles for a bit before you came to an abrupt stop letting go of his hand you took off flopping onto a white bed with silky sheets and a mattress that felt like a cloud. “Y/N!” Jack called running towards the bed & laying down.

You had your head buried in the covers just as comfortable as can be, after 15 minutes Jack started to bore. “Y/N! I wanna show you something.” He said with a wide grin as you groaned “I wanna stay Jack! Please Jack can we stay?” you pleaded as he shook his head. “Baby, I promise it's much better than this.” He said smiling “Fine!” you submitted.

After Jack had led you blind you heard his voice “Ok, open.” You opened your eyes to a children’s circus tent, you glared at him before rolling your eyes and crawling in the tent as he followed behind you. “My baby brother & I had one of these!” He said pressing on the walls before staring off into the distance then his eyes landed on you who was staring out the window of the tent mesmerized.

“Y/N! You want to go back to bed that bad?” he asked as you eagerly nodded not listening but indulging in the bed.

“Actually J, let’s play hide & seek,” you suggested as he nodded “See! That sucky bed isn't the only fun thing to do in here.” he smiled getting giddy. You two got out of the tent and set the rules, he would hide and you’d seek. You began counting as he ran away back inside the tent with a cheesy smile on his face sitting with his feet pressed together thinking she’ll never find me in here.

You counted walking off into the distance testing out every bed in the store like Goldilocks except all the beds were just right, and employees just stared at you like the nutjob you are. You caught yourself falling asleep forgetting about Jack, but he hadn't forgotten about you. He started getting bored and looked out the window seeing a short curvy curly-headed figure asleep on the bed outside the window & then it clicked. He stormed out of the tent & walked toward you so you wouldn't blow your cover you shouted “I found you.” You said smiling looking around, as he just looked at you annoyed “You’re a great hider!” You lied, you knew exactly where he was the entire time. You had actually taken multiple pictures of him in the tent giggling, he then sat on you suffocating you “SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE!” You called.

He didn't stop he just sat kicking his feet and singing “Lalalala!” as he listened to you wheeze “Ok Amor! I'm sorry please.” You pleaded feeling a weight lift off you. You got back on your feet slumping before Jack quickly threw you over his shoulder “Ok this is the best part.” He said while the blood in your body just shifted around, you began to smell a familiar meaty scent it was strange but in a good way.

Jack placed you down and let you take in your surroundings “You mean they have food AND BEDS?!” you said your face lighting up, your beautiful accent shining through. “J, what's a Swedish meatball?” you said looking up at him “Delicious.” He said.

You two finally got the food you ordered and Jack took you to sit down in their cafeteria but you quickly pulled him from his seat, you led him back to the tent, and his eyes visibly lit up he wrapped his arms around you and the two of you munched on your meatballs and he played with your hair. You were finally ready to go about then you looked across the street “Jack! MATTRESS KING.” You ran as he chased after you.

[rileytwenty]

Leyra || the Albino Na'vi

(Neteyam x OC)

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Chapter 3

Rarely, Leyra would spend a day or two holing up in her marui instead of out in the forest. It was most often because she was tired or sick, but sometimes just because she could.

Today, she opted to stay in her marui because Neteyam knew that otherwise she would be out in the forest, and was likely going to try to find her. She was out of hiding spots that he wasn't aware of.

She had tried so hard her whole life to not be noticed, to not upset Mo'at more than her existence already had. She could not figure out why Neteyam was so watchful of her. She hadn't done anything wrong or worth his attention, so what was the reason?

The day was passing at a rate that made her want to bang her head against the ground. It felt like she could live a lifetime and only a minute would have passed.

First, she practiced her weaving, but then ran out of material. She didn't dare show her face to get more when so many Na'vi were out and about. Next, she braided her hair, then unbraided and re-braided it. Then the boredom really kicked in and she started counting the stitching in the marui's wall.

Her father was supposed to bring her lunch soon-- she could tell by hearing the complaints of the Na'vi outside that "lunch couldn't come sooner".

Except, it was not her father that walked in the entrance.

"Neteyam?"

"Hello, Leyra," the warrior greeted with a friendly smile, handing her a bowl of lunch. "I was looking for you all over, but then I figured you must be here. So, I brought you lunch."

"Oh... Thank you. My father normally brings me lunch when I stay home." She was trying to subtly hint at how unwelcome he was here.

"I told him that I would bring it. My father wanted to discuss a few things with him about a nearby herd of Pa'li anyway." He walked further into the marui, looking to make himself comfortable.

"Neteyam," she sounded a bit exasperated, standing from her hammock, "I appreciate you bringing me lunch, but-"

"Look, you don't have to be so tense about it. I just want to hang out. That okay?"

She hesitated, thinking: preferably, no. But she knew better than to be rude, especially to him. Perhaps if she was nice, he would see that everything is fine with her and lose interest.

"Of course, Neteyam. Come. Sit."

They sat on woven stools near the marui's firepit and started eating.

Neteyam was overjoyed by her acceptance of his presence. He adored being around her and found her too interesting and unexpectedly kind to leave alone.

"So, how was the forest today?" He had his bow across his back, so she knew he had just been out.

"Good. Though, it seemed to miss you quite a bit."

"What do you mean?"

"Toruk chased us on our ikrans today, and the palulukan was extra fierce. It appears to me that the forest is protesting your absence."

"That is a kind thought, but I don't believe for a second that the forest ever noticed me, let alone missed me."

"How could it not notice you?"

Again, he was pointing out her differences. Why had he even come?

Neteyam figured he was doing great with his flirting.

"Would you like to go on an ikran ride? The ocean looks beautiful at midday."

She was getting irritated. "Well, warrior boy, I wouldn't be able to do that, now would I?"

His eyebrows furrowed at her attitude. "And why not?"

"It was your grandmother that forbid me from going on ikran bonding journeys, do not act like you don't know. Do not rub it in."

"What? Why would she do that?"

"She said I would never earn it. That I'm not worth risking lives on the journey."

"What?" He was dumbfounded. Is this how she thought of him and his family? As people who forbade her from freedom?

She merely scoffed in response, unbelieving that he honestly was unaware.

"Well, there must be a reason. Perhaps she thought you would not be able to win the fight-- no offense."

"Oh, no, no. She smade it very publicly clear that it was because Eywa had cursed me with my skin."

He could not believe it. Had his grandmother really done such a thing? He knew that everyone thought poorly of her, that she was treated unkindly, but being banned from an Omatikaya tradition? And then something clicked in his head, why he had met everyone else but never her.

"You're not allowed at the Tree of Souls either, are you?"

She was silent for some time, processing his sincerity. "No."

"I must speak to Grandmother about this. That must have been a rule made in the old days, when my father was still considered a demon. She probably simply forgot to change it. I'll-"

He stood, and she stood with him.

"No, no! My father will end me if I make a ruckus about this. I'm not even supposed to be engaging with you like this, mister stupidly-charming-son-of-the-Olo'ektan!"

His heart fluttered, she thinks I'm charming? No. Focus.

"Seriously, Leyra. You deserve to meet your ancestors. And to fly above the treetops, not to hide in them."

To be honest, she had never wanted to visit the Tree of Souls. She was too afraid of bringing shame to her ancestors.

"No, Neteyam. Respectfully, you have no business meddling in something you know so little about." Her tone was severe, and he could sense her desperation.

He winced. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I was only trying to help."

She sighed, irritated by the drama. "I know, I know. And thank you. But I didn't ask you to."

"I really am sorry." He pursed his lips in frustration and pulled at the hairs on the back of his head. "Would you... want to eat lunch with me tomorrow as well? I promise not to be such a sxkawng again."

Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? "Of course, if it's what you want."

"Yes, I would enjoy that very much."

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