#it's a full-fledged fic basically

[livwritesstuff]

i went on a deep dive of the Steve & Hopper ao3 tag yesterday and and it got me thinking about what would happen if Chief of Police Hopper ran into Steve and Eddie while he was on patrol after pseudo-adopting Steve, and it’s been long enough that Hopper is sort of a safe-person for Steve so Steve goes into full-fledged bitch mode when Hopper tries to pull cop stuff on them, and Eddie (who knew about none of this because Steve is a chronic under-sharer) is so totally baffled.

He’d spent years watching Steve sweet-talk his way out of trouble. Even before they started hooking up it used to drive Eddie goddamn insane, because if (when) Eddie pulled any of this shit Steve gets away with, he’d be totally screwed, but all Steve has to do is flash a sheepish grin and run a hand through his hair once or twice and say, all baleful, “I really didn’t mean any trouble,” and he’s home free.

It has its perks though, or so he's learned during his last few months of hanging around with Steve, so when Steve and Eddie’s make-out session is interrupted by the tell-tale red and blue lights of a cop car pulling up behind where Steve parked the Beemer a few hundred yards down a maintenance road, Eddie’s not all that worried. In fact, he’s got a pretty good amount of faith in Steve’s ability to spin up some story to keep them out of any real trouble, and as Chief Hopper ambles over to them, Eddie prepares himself for a whole show of, “Yes Chief, sorry Chief, it won’t happen again Chief.”

So imagine Eddie's complete and utter surprise when Hopper barks, “Hey, morons! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” and Steve only rolls his eyes and says, “What’s it to you?”

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

“Steve,” he mutters through gritted teeth. He tries to elbow Steve into shutting the hell up, but he misses because Steve has already taken several steps forward to meet Hopper, his face turned up in a kind of defiance Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen on him before.

“What’s it to me?” Hopper repeats, glowering at Steve, “It’s midnight. I’m on patrol. You’ve got one of the most recognizable cars in this entire damn town parked in a restricted-access zone with this idiot–” Hopper gestures at Eddie (Eddie didn’t think the pointing or the idiot were necessary, but clearly, clearly, he’s missing something here), “–who’s been dragged into my station more times than I could count.”

“The town line, Hop, is over there,” Steve says, pointing at an indiscriminate spot over Hop’s shoulder that may or may not be part of the Hawkins town line, “We’re not even in Hawkins anymore. You’re totally out of your jurisdiction.”

“You wanna know something about jurisdiction, smart-ass?” Hopper asks, “If my report says shit happened in my jurisdiction, it happened in my jurisdiction.”

“Wow,” Steve deadpans, “Way to not sound totally corrupt. Nice work, Chief.”

Hopper’s jaw twitches for a second, and he’s clearly debating if he wants to keep arguing with Steve who, to Steve’s credit, looks like he’s got debate in him for days. Ultimately though, Hopper decides against it and stalks back over to his squad car.

“If you’re not home by one there’s gonna be hell to pay. You hear me, Harrington?” Hopper yells, “One AM. Hell to pay.”

“Oh, sure,” Steve rolls his eyes, “Totally hear you. One AM. Loud and clear or whatever.”

Steve flips the cruiser both birds as it peels away, which Hopper only flashes his high beams at a couple times before he’s gone, kicking up a bunch of dirt and mulch and leaves in his wake, and Steve is wearing an exasperated expression as he turns to face Eddie again.

“God, he’s so annoying. Let’s just go to my house.”

Eddie gapes at him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Huh?”

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie repeated, gesturing wildly towards where Hopper’s car had just been.

“Wha– you mean with Hop?”

“Uh, yeah?!?”

Steve just brushed him off, “Whatever, just ignore him. He’s basically my dad.”

“What?”

EDIT: read the expanded fic on AO3 :)

[hannieehaee]

HOW SWEET (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: after years of an unspoken fight between you and your self-proclaimed enemy, you find yourself forced to work with your life-long rival, kim mingyu, as your father offers him a position at the family bakery. with such forced proximity and endless arguments, how are you supposed to cater to your duties when mingyu's presence brings so much tension to the kitchen?

content: baker!mingyu, enemies to lovers, pining, one sided crush that becomes two sided!, afab reader, smut, teasing, semi public sex (its done in a public establishment but no one is there), breast play, food play (frosting on tits basically), fingering, handjob, penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 1.2k (teaser); 8.4k (full fic)

RELEASE DATE: december 20th

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a/n: i dont think ive ever actually done enemies to lovers so i hope i did the trope justice!!

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Twelve years.

Twelve years dedicating yourself to your craft, attending summer camps, taking elective classes, paying for extracurricular classes, working summers at your dad's place, making all effort known to man, yet this is how it all ended.

Maybe claiming this to be the end was slightly dramatic, but that's how it felt at the moment. As you stared up at your dad and the excuse of a man standing next to him, far too cocky for you to allow your anger yo subside.

Today had been an average day. Throughout your life, you were content to admit that most of your days could be categorized as good, especially after years of having found comfortable employment at your father's renown bakery soon after high school (thank you nepotism). Attending culinary school whilst managing a part-time job at your dad's place had been anything but difficult. It was quite an easy and enjoyable job, one in which you could proudly say you'd had the chance to grow up in.

Your father had owned the place since before you could even walk, building it up to become a favorite in your city. Business was always booming, and it just so happened to fulfill your passion for baking — one which your dad had obviously passed down to you, but you weren't complaining. You occasionally took up shifts during high school, only becoming a full-fledged part-time employee during university, recently graduating and upgrading to full time. Life was good and steady.

So, it was fair to say that most of your days were good.

However, there was the occasional day that was ruined by the mere presence of a particular individual.

You hadn't meant to dislike him as much as you did. Anyone who knew you could vow for your likable personality and charismatic demeanor, meaning it was difficult for you to bump heads with people (at least most of the time). But there was just one particular person who made your blood boil from the day you met him. It had been so long ago, you couldn't date back the moment — nor the instance — in which your dislike had begun brewing. Fortunately, the dislike was completely mutual. You didn't have to feel like an asshole for scowling at the man any time you saw him, because you were usually met by a mirror of your expression or an annoyingly frustrating smirk — similar to in this moment.

The frustrating man in question was none other than Kim Mingyu, the resident heartthrob and well known for his passion and talent for baking. Hatred for the insufferable man aside, his abilities as a baker, and chef in general, could not be denied. The mere implication of praise made you gag, but you liked to think you were mature enough to admit talent when you saw it. This was something you'd never verbalize, however, knowing the man to also be one of the cockiest people you'd ever met.

There were a myriad of reasons as to why your current predicament ruined not only your day, but likely many upcoming ones. The main reason could be boiled down to the smile on Mingyu's face as he stood to your father's side. The cockiness emitting from him was enough to get your blood boiling and to create a carnal desire within you to beat him to a pulp.

The reason for his smile, however, was what truly took the cake.

Within the past moments in which you'd been processing your father's words, you remained silent and stagnant before them, leading your father to repeat the cursed sentence once more.

"Mingyu's going to be working with us from now on," he'd said with an innocent smile on his face, unknowing of your feud with the man in question.

Everything had come crashing down in that moment, but any more silence from you would mean Mingyu won this round, which was something you simply could not have — even under these circumstances.

Shaking all the anger and hateful memories from your head, you straightened your back and morphed a smile onto your face, one good enough for your dad to buy and for Mingyu to be unable to judge. Your hand extended as a courtesy, offering itself to Mingyu as a form of welcome, something which your father likely expected from you.

"In that case, welcome to the team," you spoke for the first time, sweetly enough to grant you a satisfied smile from your father. The poor man was blissfully unaware of your dislike for Mingyu, so no blame really fell on him for his blind decision.

Grasping your hand in his larger one, Mingyu shook hands with you, satisfied smile still on his face, "Looking forward to working with you," he said, far too content for you to not want to take him out back and-

"I know you kids already know each other from back when you were in school, so it should be easy for you to show him the ropes, right, kid?", asked your dad, interrupting your violent thoughts.

Your head whipped to him, "Show him the ropes?"

"Yeah. I was thinking you could train him? He's already an amazing baker, but maybe he should shadow you for a few weeks. You know, just in case," your father clarified.

Mingyu's close-lipped grin grew wider somehow, almost as if the knowledge of your discomfort at being around him overpowered his own dislike of your presence.

"Uh, yeah. Sure, dad," you found yourself agreeing against your will.

Your dad clapped his hands once in satisfaction, then proceeding to patting your back in encouragement as he tended to do.

"Thanks, kid. Well, I'll leave you two to it," he then turned to Mingyu, "Welcome to the team, son. Y/N here will show you where you can get your apron and give you a general overview of the place before your first day tomorrow," and with that, he made his exit.

Behind, he left a fuming you and an overly pleased Mingyu. Silence filled the room for a few moments until you found it vital to curse out the infuriating boy in front of you.

But, as per usual, he beat you to it.

"Happy to see me, cupcake?"

God damnit. You forgot about the annoying nicknames he'd insisted on calling you by since meeting back in high school.

Cupcake, baby, sweetheart, sweetiepie, babe, honey, darling. And these were the more tame ones. You did not want to think about the instances in which he'd called you hot stuff or sexy in public. They'd led to public displays of aggression you weren't exactly proud of.

"I thought you were studying culinary abroad. What happened? Got yourself kicked out?," you grumbled, walking over to the back of the restaurant with him following close by.

"Nope. Just decided my expertise could be used back home. And clearly since you seem to be the best they got around here."

It was as if he was allergic to not bugging the shit out of you.

You turned to face him, blinking harshly at the unexpected proximity before taking a step back and responding to his smirk with a frown, "Listen, Mingyu. You heard my dad. I'm in charge of you. If you disregard my authority, I won't hesitate to send your ass running. Do you understand?"

This made his grin grow bigger for some reason. Knowing he was getting under your skin was great for his entertainment.

"Yes, ma'am," he bit his lip in amusement.

...

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[kawaiikenna]

Just love when I visit previous posts to find the absolute chaos it has evolved into. ☺️💜💜 Anyways, I had this little scene pop into my head and I absolutely love it. ÒwÓ

Danny gets kidnapped. Whether it’s by force or choice idk. But this little chaos gremlin is going to have so much fun. So there he is, tied to a chair, at least two kidnappers staring him down each with a gun that could definitely be trained on him. He knows the bullets won’t kill him but he doesn’t feel like regenerating complicated organs and such. So instead Danny talks.

He talks and talks and talks. He talks about everything and anything except for what the kidnappers want to hear. Danny tells them about some daring cappers from his life on the streets. Maybe a few tales of escaping various bats. And to top it all off he delves deep into their psyche compliments of all the psych evals that Jazz went through.

By the end these kidnappers are ready to choke someone out. It might definitely be themselves they would like to do that to but eh, not Danny’s problem. Now that he’s worn down his captors he can put his plan into motion. In a few quick actions, Danny is out of his bindings and vaulting across the room towards the door. The two that were watching him don’t have enough time to react so they’re shoved aside and locked in the room when Danny shuts the door.

Now’s the fun part. ÒwÓ

By this point the bats have already figured out that Danny is missing. They’re probably on their way at the moment. This does nothing to control the chaotic energy demon that is a tiny Danny without a somewhat responsible adult. He quickly makes a flamethrower from random bits and bobs that he finds in the warehouse. It may have exploded a little at first because one of the kidnappers interrupted him as he was putting it all together but he was wearing safety protection so it’s fine. Even if the safety protection was a pair of old swim goggles and a pair of mismatched rubber dish gloves.

Now the whole of the warehouse has been set on fire at least once. There are burn and scorch marks on just about every surface possible. The group of kidnappers are brandishing fire extinguishers, their eyes hold untold horrors from the last hour.

The bats have arrived at the scene! Only to be welcomed by the sight of a smoking and smoldering warehouse and goons shouting out sightings following by screaming and the sounds of fire extinguishers. What happened? What is currently happening?

They get their answers when they’re finally able to break into the warehouse. All of the doors and exits had been locked, blocked, and reinforced so that, ideally, no one could get in or out. And oh the sight they found. It was almost as if Dante’s Inferno had come to the mortal plane. In the middle of it was of course, Mister Danny himself. When he catches sight of his dad, and the rest of the bats, he grins and takes off his goggles, resting them on his forehead. Black soot covers his entire face other than where the goggles had been initially.

“Hi dad!” Danny calls from his perch on top of an amalgamation of crates and furniture.

“Hey buddy!” Jason as Hood responds. “What are you doing?”

Danny grins wider before launching more flames at a goon that had tried to climb up the pile to get to him. “ARSON!!”

“Alright buddy.” Jason smiles under his mask.

One of the goons stumbles over to the group of bats. “Please, PLEASE, just take him! I don’t know how he did it but please just get him out of here!”

(I’m running out of steam so here’s a clunky conclusion)

Jason is able to talk Danny into coming home for dinner. They might go to the Manor just cause Jason doesn’t have extra oxygen tanks at their apartment to counteract all of the smoke Danny had definitely breathed.

When questioned about why the hell danny made a flamethrower and didn’t just escape he responds;

“ARSON! Arson fixes everything!!”

Let’s just say that Danny’s hodgepodge flamethrower was confiscated much to his chagrin. But Alfred’s cookies were good so he’ll let it slide. For now.

Jason's body jerked on reflex when he felt someone grab his hand. Unable to pull away he swiftly looked down to face his assailant. The curses he was going to yell died on his tongue when he saw a little kid trying to pull him somewhere by his arm.

Dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm kidnapping you!" The kid growled, feet skidding on the ground where his ratty sneakers couldn't gain enough traction to help the poor kid. "How are you so heavy?!"

Jason, in all his 6ft and 200+ pound glory, just stared at the kid whose hands were too small to even cover one of his, what was he? Five? Jason lifted his arm taking the kid up with it. The kid looked so shocked by this and Jason took the opportunity to start asking questions, "So what did you wanna kidnap me for?"

Snapping out of his shock the kid replied with, "You are very dad shaped."

"What."

The kid seemed to realize what he said and backtracked a bit, "I don't need you to be my dad-dad just my fake dad."

That clarified things a little, "Why do you need a fake dad?"

"To avoid the foster system! I heard Gothams is really really bad and I've been living just fine on my own!" on his own?! A kid this small?! "But im pretty sure someone called the child cops or something cause people in suits keep trying to catch me or talk to me."

Aka Danny finds out hes a clone and is deaged to his actual age and is roaming around Gotham in the DC universe as a homeless farel child who keeps doing deranged things.

[hyperactively-me]

king!ghost x princess!reader au

this brainrot has taken over my head the past few days. i'm not sure if i want to keep it to blurbs or if it will turn into a full-fledged fic......i'll see what i feel like doing soon. anyway, this post will be the masterlist for this au of mine cause i already have a few blurbs and headcanons in the drafts tee hee. i appreciate any interaction / feedback

A/N: so originally i was going to keep this to blurbs, but the whole thing gained quite a bit of popularity! so therefore, laid before you, is about 100k+ words written! have fun reading!

(BEST READ IN ORDER)

one two meeting proposal knife journey questions massage harsh contact introductions three the wedding the reception bedtime four names sword fighting slip up lessons sick knight!soap boat almost learning, growing exploratory go again distracted suspicious hand to hand, man to woman watching punch wishes hair jealousy, jealousy general vows reading anger more jealousy attack ball nightmare jousting knife explained archery forest's edge war separation duties taken home (pt 1) home (pt 2) taken (simon's pov) safety measures it's always dinner uncle and aunt

you decide (basically, you can choose if you view this as canon or not lol) tbd

extras (these occur at no particular point in time unlike the works above ^^, so these can be read as standalone. they are also canon.) puppy love upside down poison eavesdropping staring problem oddball beach episode

non-canon alternate ending to 'anger' what if you never learned to love him like you've seen a ghost

fun little extra: meme for 'taken'

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

anything with enemies to lovers trope!! i'm always up

Ooh! I actually had an idea with this trope earlier this week and it’s in my drafts!

But if you haven’t read these already, these are some of my own enemies to lovers fics and then also some from other authors I like…

A Perfect Christmas & A Perfect Start (linked within) (mine)

Young American - basically a book lol (mine)

Roxy’s Record Store - series (mine)

Harry is Y/N's producer & she doesn't like him (mine)

Y/N & Harry kind of hate each other but have to walk together in their friends' wedding party (mine)

Y/N and Harry got off on the wrong foot but end up being fuck buddies (mine)

Harry and Y/N get in a fight and it leads to a rough fuck (mine)

Others I can think of at the top of my head...

The Long Weekend (@gurugirl)

Tell Me You Hate Me - Male!Reader (@gurugirl)

Carolina (@harrysonlylover) - I classify as enemies to lovers because the MC doesn't like him at first:)

Teenage Dirtbag - Frat!Harry (@jarofstyles) - more banter/sass between them than like full-fledged hatred, but it makes it spicy heehee.

ABallerina Y/N & Ballerina Harry by @jawllines - this is such a satisfying one! The character development is perfect! The link is for the 4th part since it has all the prev. parts linked, so make sure to start with part 1!

Feel free to drop other recs in the comments:)

[skippersthecat]

Saiki K Week Day 1: Swap AU

I've seen the popular Saiki-Teruhashi swap AU but I've never seen anyone swap all the characters for this AU.

Basically, all of the female characters switch places with a male character.

Teruhashi and Saiki swap powers.

Chiyo and Kaidou swap places as chuunibyous.

Mera becomes the Nendo of the group.

Aiura takes Toritsuka's place as Teruhashi's apprentice.

Hii is the moral support of the friend group in place of Hairo.

Makino somehow became a gang leader like Kuboyasu.

And Imu is Teruhashi's childhood friend instead of Akechi.

I dont write a lot of fics but this idea has been in my head for a while. I might make it a full-fledged story.

[allnightstay]

Day 2 - Chase 🍃

Nezuko realizes she can cheer up Tanjiro with tickles ~

Lee - Tanjiro

Ler - Nezuko

Happy TickleTober day twoooo 👻 enjoyy and don't forget to take care of yourselves today ♡

Note: I'm still only on season 1, so this is a very basic version of Tanjiro and Nezuko. There shouldn't be any spoilers in this besides the mention of Muzan Kibutsuji.

* also for the sake of the dang fic, there won't be any other demons present though this setting is during the night time okaaayyy *

Tanjiro had been on several missions involving people who have been affected by Kibutsuji. He severely hated that man. From one innocent person to another, Tanjiro found himself weighed down by the grief he carried for everyone, as well as for his own family.

It was late. Tanjiro and Nezuko had found an abandoned shack with a wooded area surrounding it, helpful for concealing the fact that Tanjiro's sister is a full fledged demon. The two were settling in. Tanjiro sits on the floor, knees pulled in, and begins staring out with an extremely sad look on his face.

Nezuko notices and sits next to her brother, placing her hand on his back as a means to show she's with him.

"I don't know how someone so awful can even exist, going around and turning people into demons. It's just not fair." Tears began to well up. Tanjiro wipes them away, saying " I promise, Nezuko, I will find this man and do everything in my power to turn you human again."

Nezuko lightly rubs his back, accidentally touching his neck with her long demon nails, causing Tanjiro to shiver, wavering a smile at her.

Nezuko tilts her head, in more of a "huh?" way, and does it again, this time purposefully tickling his neck.

"Ahahaha Ne-Nezukoho, that tickles!" Tanjiro, now smiling, shrugs his shoulders to fend off her tickly nails.

In the quickest second ever, Nezuko pounces on Tanjiro, tackling him and tickling all over his stomach and neck, noticing how much happier he looks than the moments before.

"Mmm mmMmm" she says in a sweet tone, almost as though she's making coochie coo sounds.

"Hey heehehehey Nezukohoho what are you dohohoing?" Tanjiro finds himself struggling to push against the demon strength of Nezuko, but eventually rolls out and run outside to have more open space.

He throws his hands up in defense, realizing she's probably doing this to make him feel better.

"Nezukohoho I'm fine now! Thank you! You don't have to- AH!" Nezuko runs straight for him. He begins running away with Nezuko chasing after him, giggling cause he really can't handle the quick speed and sensations of her nails.

She jumps and lands on Tanjiro, who at this point just lets it happen because in all honesty, he really does feel much better and he truly cherishes that he's able to at least have these kinds of moments with Nezuko still.

With Nezuko straddling his waist she begins clawing at his chest and stomach, gaining howls from Tanjiro. She smiles down fondly at him adoring how he looks when he's getting tickled.

"Ahahahaha!! HAHAHA NEZUKOhohohoh!! Plehehehehease, I'm okaHAHAHAY!!"

The tickling lasts a few moments longer until she eventually slows down, rolling off of him and lays on the ground next to Tanjiro. She looks over at him with smiling eyes to show she cares. Who could be mad at that face? He exhales a large breath and wonders out loud, "Hmm, I wonder if you're still ticklish.."

Nezuko bolts up immediately and the chase begins all over. The two spend the rest of their night making sure each other is cheered up and ready for the next mission the following day.

Ahhh how cuteeee. In all honesty I'm sure Nezuko's nails are deathly ticklish to feel.

I hope you enjoyeddd! 🎃👻

[mya-valentine]

I loved what you did for ‘Witchcraft-quirk Classmate’! And I’m back to request a part two of sorts: Could I get a fic covering what happened during the “wolf incident”. Basically the shenanigans the reader and the class got into during the week they were wolves. Maybe the reader has to lowkey guide them through wolfhood due to the others not being used to animal transformations and the instincts that may came with it. (Aizawa is probably so tired of the chaos his class causes despite how much he loves them.)

The Wolf Within

A/N: Based off this headcanon

It started like any other evening in the dorms of Class 1-A. Everyone was relaxing after another grueling day of hero training. You sat cross-legged on the floor of your room, tail flicking behind you as you meticulously arranged a small assortment of crystals and bones around a glowing sigil. This spell wasn’t supposed to be anything major, just a little boost for your classmates during combat training.

“Enhance the instincts, sharpen reflexes,” you murmured, your fingers trailing over the runes you’d carefully carved into the wax of a candle.

The spell was nearly complete when your tail twitched—a telltale sign of nerves. Something felt… off. The energies weren’t aligning quite the way they should, but you brushed it off. It was just a minor spell, after all. What was the worst that could happen?

The answer came at precisely 12:03 a.m., when a deafening howl shattered the silence of Heights Alliance.

You awoke to chaos.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” Bakugo’s unmistakable voice boomed, though it carried an odd growling undertone.

Blinking groggily, you stumbled out of bed and nearly tripped over your own tail. Except… it wasn’t your tail. It was longer, fluffier, and far more expressive than before.

“Oh no,” you muttered, stumbling to the mirror. Staring back at you was a full-fledged wolf with fur matching your natural hair color.

Panic set in as you bolted into the common room, where the rest of the class had gathered—or rather, the rest of the pack.

Kirishima’s bright red fur bristled as he paced the room, his tail wagging despite the situation. Mina had already claimed the couch, her pink-and-white coat making her look like a cotton candy wolf. Midoriya stood frozen near the stairs, staring at his reflection in a nearby window.

“Deku, stop freaking out and do something useful!” Bakugo snarled, his claws scraping against the floor as he paced back and forth.

“It wasn’t me this time!” Midoriya yelped, green fur standing on end.

Everyone turned to you.

“What… did you do?” Shoto asked calmly, though the subtle twitch of his tail betrayed his irritation.

You gulped, shrinking under their collective gazes. “Uh… it was supposed to be an instinct-boosting spell. For training purposes! But… I might have miscalculated.”

“A miscalculation?” Iida barked, his wolf form somehow maintaining his usual air of discipline. “You’ve turned us into wolves!”

“Don’t worry!” you said quickly, ears flattening in embarrassment. “I can fix it. I just… need some time.”

“How much time?” Jirou growled, her ears flicking in annoyance.

“A week,” you mumbled.

“A WEEK?!” Bakugo lunged at you, fangs bared.

You dodged, yelping as you scrambled away. “I’m sorry, okay?! Just… just calm down, everyone! We need to stick together and ride this out.”

The next day brought new challenges.

“Why do I keep chasing things?!” Iida cried as his legs carried him in a blur after Kaminari, who had found a squeaky toy someone had left behind in the common room.

“Because it’s fun!” Kaminari laughed, dodging a swipe from Jirou, who had been drawn into the chase.

You watched the chaos unfold from a safe distance, your tail wagging despite yourself. “Okay, guys, focus! We need to control our instincts, or this week is going to be a disaster.”

“Easy for you to say,” Bakugo growled, snapping at Kirishima, who was nosing through the fridge. “Why is he eating raw meat?!”

“It’s delicious!” Kirishima replied, wagging his tail.

Meanwhile, Shoto sat calmly by the window, his mismatched eyes watching the others with mild interest. “I think we should embrace it. Fighting these instincts will only make things harder.”

“That’s great advice, Todoroki,” you said, nodding. “But maybe try not to encourage them to destroy the dorm.”

By the third night, Aizawa had given up on trying to keep the class contained indoors.

“Go run it off,” he sighed, waving a hand toward the forest near the training grounds. His own wolf form—a sleek black coat that matched his scarf—looked particularly done with the situation.

The pack—your classmates—bounded into the forest with an energy you hadn’t seen during training. Mina and Kaminari led the charge, their playful howls echoing through the trees as they darted between the shadows.

“You’re supposed to be training, not playing tag!” you called after them, your own tail wagging despite your frustration.

“Lighten up, Alpha,” Bakugo sneered, leaping over a fallen log. “We’ve got all week to train.”

“That’s not my—stop calling me that!” you snapped, though your protests fell on deaf ears.

As the night wore on, you found yourself guiding the pack through the unfamiliar territory. Tokoyami stayed close, his dark fur blending seamlessly with the shadows, while Uraraka marveled at her heightened senses.

“It’s amazing,” she said, sniffing the air. “I can smell everything!”

“Yeah, including Kaminari’s awful sense of direction,” Jirou muttered, tugging him back toward the group.

By midweek, the pack had settled into a routine.

Mina and Kirishima were in charge of scouting the perimeter, their playful natures making them surprisingly effective. Iida took on the role of enforcer, ensuring no one strayed too far from the group.

Meanwhile, Bakugo and Shoto engaged in a constant battle for dominance, their growls and snarls echoing through the training grounds.

“Do they have to fight all the time?” Midoriya asked, watching the two wolves circle each other.

“Let them,” you said with a sigh. “It’s a dominance thing. They’ll tire out eventually.”

As the days passed, you found yourself growing closer to your classmates in unexpected ways. Whether it was teaching them how to properly wag their tails or guiding them through their first successful howl, the experience brought the class together in ways no training exercise ever had.

By the end of the week, you were ready to reverse the spell. The pack gathered in the common room, their fur ruffled and their eyes bright with anticipation.

“Are you sure this will work?” Uraraka asked, her ears flattening nervously.

“Positive,” you said, though your tail twitched with lingering doubt.

The spell unfolded in a brilliant flash of light, and when the dust settled, you found yourself surrounded by your human classmates once more.

“It worked!” Mina cheered, inspecting her hands.

“Finally,” Bakugo grumbled, though his hair was noticeably fluffier than usual.

As the class celebrated their return to normalcy, Aizawa appeared in the doorway, his tired eyes narrowing.

“You’re cleaning up the dorm,” he said, pointing at you.

“Yes, sir,” you mumbled, your tail—still present, though thankfully back to its normal length—drooping.

Despite the chaos, the week had brought the class closer together, and as you glanced around at their smiling faces, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. You might be an oddball, but you were their oddball—and that was more than enough.

Weeks later, Kaminari found a pair of wolf ears tucked away in the dorm’s lost-and-found. “Hey, [Name],” he called, grinning. “Wanna give it another shot?”

You groaned, throwing a pillow at him. “Not in a million years.”

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[i-am-beckyu]

One Small Gift- epilogue

Okay so I wrote this on a whim when I was writing part 2 and while it's not long enough to be a full fledged fic, I still think I'll post it because it's just a cute fluff scene<3

One Small Gift Part 1 & Part 2

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Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

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“Hey Wilbur, you know how Techno dressed up as the Easter bunny?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Well, I’ve been thinking. If the Easter Bunny isn’t real, and the tooth fairy and you know basically most fairy tale creatures, then that means Santa Claus isn’t real either.” 

Tommy felt Wilbur stiffen at this, his pseudo brother soon cupping him in both hands as he slid up to be sitting cross legged and able to see the borrower better. 

“Well I guess so, but I mean Borrowers are considered fairy tales and yet you exist so that doesn’t mean Santa Claus isn’t real.”

Tommy crossed his arms raising a brow. “Wilbur, I know you dressed up as Santa. You don’t have to keep pretending about it.” 

“Tommy, I swear I didn’t do that.” Wilbur defended. “Why would I dress up? That’s so childish and whack and-” 

One look at Tommy was proof enough the blonde wasn’t buying it. Wilbur didn’t want to admit it but it was clear the boy he once knew was growing up and childish things like Santa Claus  were becoming a thing of the past- as much as he hated to admit it.

“Okay yes, it was me dressed as Santa Claus.” Wilbur admitted somberly moving to let Tommy down on his night stand. “How long have you known?” 

“Since we put out the Christmas decorations, but I think subconsciously I’ve known longer than that considering you never like to wear Santa hats and rejected the idea of dressing up everytime I asked.” 

“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.” he replied, eyes downcast fiddling with his finger nails. “You don’t hate me right?”

“Hate you?” Tommy quirked a brow and to Wilbur’s surprise suddenly burst out laughing. “Wilbur, you saved me. I don’t know what I would have done had you revealed yourself to not be Santa. I was terrified of you!”

Wilbur deflated at that, guilt taking over. “Yeah, sorry about that. Again.” The Bean replied solemnly. Tommy stopped laughing noticing this and sighed before jumping off the nightstand and back onto the bed, making their way down to rest a hand on the older’s knee.

“Wilbur, I know you never meant to hurt me. I understand that now. Heck you dressing up is the only reason I ever gave talking to you a second chance.” 

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked as Tommy hoisted himself up onto the man's knee.

“Well, kid me never intended to talk to any Beans ever. I only spoke to Santa because I saw a Television program talking about how he gave kids presents because I was desperate.” Tommy smiled as he recalled the past. 

“Santa gave me exactly what I needed in the moment, yes, but you gave me the push I needed to give speaking to you a chance. Remember prior to meeting you, I’d been living alone for awhile and never knew how lonely I’d been till after speaking to someone. “

The boy looked up to meet the Beans gaze, guilt and concern etched all across the olders’ face. 

“But meeting you changed that. Giving talking to you a shot was the best decision I ever made and now I’m living better than I could have ever dreamed and that’s not even the best part.” 

“What’s the best part?” Wilbur asked and Tommy smiled. 

“I gained a brother.” 

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Probably could have made this longer but that's all I wrote and I can't see myself adding more lol. Merry Christmas everyone <3

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[ladytauria]

for the wip game - [jaytim] leave the world behind?

ahhh, so i actually shared the not fic/summary of this in response to an ask i got a while ago but i don’t… have a link to it hakdjdkdj

BUT i’ve been making progress to turn it into a full fledged fic

“leave the world behind” is a sort of place holder title. it’s about tim & jason quitting vigilantism together—something that jason’s been wanting to do for a while, but refrained from because he thought it meant losing tim. the bulk of the fic is basically like… 4 times jason thought tim was going to leave, and then the 1 time he realized tim was staying

i have the beginning & end fully written, it’s just the middle i need to come together shsjdjj

Words finally return to Jason. “Are you… Are you asking…”

They leave him again. He can’t quite force the words out. Or, really, even decide what he wants to say.

Are you asking me to leave Gotham with you? Are you asking me to run away with you? Are you asking me what I think you’re asking? Are you asking me to retire?

They all boil down to the same question, but the phrasing—

Which one can he say without giving away how much he really, really wants to say yes.

Tim leans forward, setting the tablet down on the coffee table. Then he twists, taking Jason’s face in his hands.

“Yes,” he says. “I’m asking you to settle down with me. For real. No more uniforms. No more missions. No more explosions. No more fighting for our lives. No more toxins, pollens, or other substances. Just—you and me and the rest of our long, happy lives together.” His mouth quirks a little even as he searches Jason’s face. Scrutinizing. Digging.

Jason—

Jason swallows. The pit in his stomach doesn’t grow wider, but it hasn’t disappeared either.

He knows.

That’s all Jason can figure. Tim knows that Jason needs to leave Gotham—that he’s been thinking about it, and rather than wait for Jason to decide on his own… he’s giving him the go ahead. And not just that, but…

Tim is offering him Bruce’s hat-trick. The magical third option, where Jason gets to go—and keep everything he’s gained.

Jason knows in his bones that this isn’t what Tim wants—that Tim wants to stay. To keep fighting. He chose this, after all, so many years ago.

Jason asked him about it once, why he didn’t walk away when he had the chance. Because he did. Several times, Tim could have stepped away. Said no more, and turned his back on Bruce and his fruitless, endless crusade.

Tim told him that Robin was the first thing that ever made him feel like he had a purpose. That he mattered. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, give that up.

Jason could understand that. He felt the same way, up until he didn’t. Until he got blown up and replaced and realized that nothing he’d ever done had mattered at all. He’d thought his crusade as Hood would be different. Maybe it could have been, if he hadn’t capitulated to Bruce’s demands. If he hadn’t bothered with Bruce at all. If he’d just come back to Gotham and killed the damn clown without all the fanfare.

He’ll never know, now.

He doesn’t want to, either.

Jason would rather live with the uncertainty than knowing for sure he’d made the wrong decision.

Tim would be miserable, following Jason out of Gotham.

Yet…

God help him.

Jason is a selfish man, because what comes out of his mouth is, “Yeah. Yeah, babybird. Let’s get out of this hell hole.”

Tim could use a vacation. He’ll probably even enjoy it at first, once the initial adjustment period wears off. They can be happy together out there, for a little while. Until the misery sets in. And then…

Jason will let him go.

Tim smiles at him, so brightly it almost hurts. And then he throws his leg over Jason’s, straddling his thighs so he can kiss him. Jason kisses back, sliding his hands up Tim’s shirt to rest on his waist. Everyone else says Tim runs cool, but Jason’s never felt it. To him, Tim is blazing; the warmth of his skin nearly searing his palms.

They skip patrol that night.

Not to make out, tragically, but to plan. (They do make out a little, though; talking about their futures with kiss-bitten and swollen lips. Tim never does move out of Jason’s lap, either.) ) By the time the sun rises, they have an outline for retirement.

For the first time in a long while, Jason feels a flutter of hope in his chest.

[curious about my wips? send me an ask about one of the ones on this list]

[iwriteasfotini]

Where do we draw the villain line?

Something which is so intriguing to me about the Harry Potter fandom is how flexible *most/some/a few* (honestly IDK how many) people are in giving the villains of the story their own story. Personally I LOVE THIS. Because the best villains are the ones who aren't simply macho bad guys (or gals) who are bad because the author said so. The best villains are the ones you are almost rooting for. The ones you begin to think... wait maybe that person isn't so bad. Or the ones who earn some empathy. And then go and be total arse holes anyways. Because a good story needs a villain, it's simply a fact.

If there was ever a time to remember humans are each living our own story, it is now. It doesn't excuse ANYTHING. It is infuriating and sad. But it is reality. Someone's villain is someone else's hero. And vice versa. But let's not get off on a tangent.

Now the curious thing is while certain HP characters are given some grace where their evil deeds are concerned, others are not. Like at all. Have any of you read Crimson Rivers? Of course you have! If you want to shift your mindset on how you view most of the Death Eaters, read that fic. But in it, I do not remember Mulciber or Avery being mentioned in any sort of good light. Walburga... her terrible parenting is quite undisputed. Umbridge! Barty Crouch Senior! I think Vernon Dursley falls into this category. There are still characters who are seen as simply evil for the sake of evil.

So how did Tom, Bella, Barty, Draco (but I mean, Draco is really a terrible villain to begin with) and a few others end up with backstory, humanity, and quite a few people invested in them. I don't have the answer, but it is an interesting phenomena. Because I am quite new to the fandom and it took all of three tumblr posts to get me fully on board with Rosekiller. Bella, I don't like her, but she is a fascinating character to write for. And she has redeemable qualities. Tom is a cold hearted killer who might have turned out completely different if he didn't have the childhood trauma he did. I imagine Tom's orphanage life was about as void of love and affection as it is possible to be. Sure his basic survival needs were taken care of, but he wasn't loved. And that was his life from birth.

Perhaps it is the fact there is just enough humanity given to these characters in canon that in fandom we take that nugget of humanity and turn it into a full fledged backstory. Barty is a great example. He is screaming at his father during his trial and his father flat up ignores him, all while his mother is weeping in the background. His mother sacrifices herself for him, then DIES two days later (clearly she wasn't in good health to begin with... hmmmmm...). Does Barty even have a Dark Mark? WE DON'T KNOW. Does Barty feel like he has a personal connection with Voldemort, yes, their fathers were both pieces of shite. How did Barty learn this about Tom? It means Tom went out of his way to connect with Barty on a PERSONAL level at some point. Why would he bother, he so rarely give away personal information? Also I feel Barty has a relationship with Winky which is reminiscent of Regulus and Kreacher. Basically there is mutual love and respect on some level (while some wizards see house-elves as servants only).

The fact we can ask all these questions about someone who essentially guided Harry to his should have been death and then was kissed by a dementor (which Dumbledore was LIVID about BTW) makes him such great fodder for the fandom to sculpt a intriguing if not rich back story. It's why I was able to get on board with the Barty isn't a pure villain idea so fast. And I think it really enhances the fandom.

On a side note, Peter's an interesting one as I feel like he is often either forgotten about or lumped into the evil for evil's sake category. Peter made appalling choices, but I think he has a backstory, just like everyone, which can at least account for some of why he did what he did. And it does not have to do with him being bullied, pushed around, or constantly berated by his supposed friends. The Marauders loved each other, and Peter was included in that love.

That being said, there are plenty of people who disagree. Who like to see the Death Eaters as evil. Who cannot fathom how anyone in their right mind can ship Jegulus or be invested in a villain. But to those people I say, Regulus committed suicide as part of taking down Voldemort, Remus put peoples lives at risk every time he left the shack while he was at Hogwarts, Sirius has made some very questionable choices, Harry uses Sectumsempra on Draco, Severus was a Death Eater who changed allegiance, Ron deserts his friends/Harry when they need him, even Fred and George test products on first years and give Hermione a black eye. The lines between good and bad (which are at least somewhat defined in canon) become far less clear in fandom. As Sirius says, the world isn't split between good people and Death Eaters.

If you have read this far into my rant, kuddos to you. If you enjoy thinking and talking about backstory of HP villains, maybe we can connect in some capacity and exchange HC's and thoughts. I also hope you will check out my very epic series which has started posting on Ao3 because I am striving to tell a lot of people's stories in a fast paced, entertaining way.

Thank you for your time and attention. This concludes my rant.

[theothernads]

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♡ྀི ₊ ❛❛𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬❞ ☰

𐙚 Synopsis: ₊˚⊹♡ : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

☰ TAGS: Winx Club smau, enhypen smau, slow-ass burn fic, violence, action and adventure, angst, college smau, fantasy au, strangers to lovers. ᯓᡣ𐭩

┈➤ 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ ➤ft. NewJeans, Enha, TXT, BTS, esp, Jungkook, Itzy, Le Sserafim. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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"THE BULLSHIT HE SAYS," YOU MUTTERED as you turned off your phone and shoved it into the hidden pocket of your white dress.

Minji saw your little look at your device and smirked a little. "Was that your older brother?"

Judging by the scowl on your face, she could tell that it was the correct assumption. With a small nod, you stood up straight and backed away from the wall you were leaning on.

"Yup. His lazy ass isn't bothered to get a drink," you replied solemnly. Hanni chuckled a little and crossed her arms in amusement.

"Older brothers are exhausting."

You sent a small smile to her as you looked towards the buffet table a few metres away. The party was thriving with people from the third and fourth years of their academic practices from Red Fountain, Alfea and Cloud Tower.

The specialists, fairies and witches.

The night was nigh, the purple sky embedded with stars in the clear landscape. Around the premises of the courtyard were lanterns glowing with rouge flames, giving the place a warm atmosphere that made your muscles relax. The music was faint, but it was there, people were talking and laughing, walking and lounging on benches.

It was crowded to say the least, but not so much that you couldn't navigate your way to the drink table.

Hanni spun a lock of her electric blue hair from the remaining black strands as she gazed at you. "I'll save you a dumpling."

"Thanks, Hanni," you murmured and absentmindedly brushed the flowers that just bloomed in your hair, above your ears. When you plucked a petal, you saw the white it appeared to be — symbolising the simplicity you felt.

Danielle smiled at the phenomenon. All the girls found it peculiar that your scalp basically had roots where flowers could sprout randomly and show your emotions. It was an interesting story to tell when you met them two years ago. Freaky, but intruiging.

"I'll be right back," you said and immediately set off, brushing off the petals softly to rid of them, and they shimmered into thin air when they floated away from you.

You managed to easily maneuver around the throng of people until you approached the long, white table holding an array of glasses of different colours. All looked tasty but you're here for your idiotic brother as well.

Sighing to yourself, you began to hastily walk along the table, thinking you were careful to avoid people.

There was a pink drink, the bubbles popping into the air and catching your attention. It also smelt wonderful, refreshing even.

Just as you walked and reached out to grab a cup, you felt someone jostle into you, making you yelp and stumble back a tiny bit. Then, you felt a wet patch at your stomach, and when you looked, you were horrified to find your white dress stained with a red liquid.

"Fvck!" Someone breathed and you gazed upwards with slight annoyance, not enough for any annoyed, crimson flowers to sprout among your strands.

When you actually saw who committed this abomination, you froze and saw a boy. He was tall, black wavy hair that slightly covered his eyebrows, brown eyes full of regret and apology. But he was wearing a mask and you couldn't see the rest. You stared, astonished before blinking back to reality.

He looked down to the clear mess on your clothes and his hands dropped the cup as they awkwardly hovered about your waist.

"I am so sorry," he said again, looking back up at you with those cocoa eyes of his. Oh, right. The damn stain.

"It's... fine," you said slowly, wondering if your magic could be pulled to your fingertips; however, you could not feel the magnetic pull on your energy, and that meant no spells.

You sighed and grabbed a napkin nearby. No one else seemed to notice thankfully, but you would need to find the girls to magic away the stain. You dabbed the napkin on your dress.

The boy stared and ran a hand through his hair as if wondering how he can compensate you. Then, he started to unbutton his white shirt. You blinked in alarm.

"Whoah, what are you—"

"I have a vest on underneath." He continued to unhook the buttons as he momentarily silenced you. "It's the least I could do."

He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and you were drawn to his broad shoulders, his biceps and honey skin. Then, the deep orange sun tattoo ingrained on his right bicep. You didn't say anything as he handed you his white shirt.

This was unusual, but until you could find your friend group again, you had no choice. And you felt grateful. He did not need to do so much, but he did anyway. You could tell he was feeling guilty.

"Thank you," you mumbled as you took his shirt and pulled it on yourself. It was warm of his skin and it covered the horrid stain. You only buttoned the bottom ones.

The boy in the mask sighed in relief, audibly, and looked you up and down before gazing away with frantic eyes.

"Um... sorry, again."

"It's fine. I'll try and return this to you," You said softly and avoided his gaze as well. The silence ensued and the boy nodded, before he backed away a little when he heard his phone buzzing from his pocket.

You took the chance to also distance yourself because, after all, you still had to get your stupid brother a drink.

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[NOTES]: omg, first chapter!! I am so excited, lmao <3 Also, I am STRESSED abt my girls NJ. I hate HYBE and MHJ for dragging my girls thru the mud 😕 anyway, REPOSTS, COMMENTS+ LIKES are appreciated. And ew, I'm so sorry abt the crusty ass quality

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Slasher Prompt List (Mostly NSFW)

Hello my babies! Since I am now starting back full fledge into doing requests now that my gauntlet of fic events is over I've decided to roll out prompts! Below are my basic rules for them:

First and foremost when requesting with prompts you may only choose 2 or 3 numbers for your request. You DO NOT have to specify which person in the fic you want to say the quotes unless you want too. You DO have to of course send the request with which slasher you would like for me get some idea of what to do with the fic!

All 50 prompts you may choose from are listed below the cut <3

"Don't you trust me?"

"Is that my shirt ?"

"I'm trying to protect you"

"I said, Drop the attitude"

"You're not wearing that"

"Be good while I'm gone yeah?"

"I told you to stay in the car"

"Why can't you just listen for once?"

"Run"

"I told you to stop talking to him"

"Eyes on me"

"Shut up"

"Sit down"

"Maybe I need to remind you who's in charge"

"Where are you?"

"Don't make me come over there"

"You're late"

"My dumb little Bunny"

"You did so well for me"

"Go put this on"

"I got you a gift"

"Don't be shy now"

"This is what you wanted"

"Make me"

"Fuck you"

"I told you I could handle it"

"Your not my dad"

"Did I say you could speak?"

"Your being ridiculous"

"I'll take care of you, I promise"

"Your my baby"

"You know I love you"

"Don't play dumb"

"Do you like my hand on your throat?"

"That's not the only thing I can do to you"

"Did your parents not teach you manners?"

"Come home with me"

"Stay, please"

"Your safe here, You don't have to worry"

"I want to hear the noises you make"

"Show me how grateful you are"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you"

"You are my everything"

"On your knees"

"You hungry?"

"Come pick me up"

"What do you mean your alone?"

"You're fucking crazy"

"You promised me this wouldn't happen"

"And what are you going to do about it?"

[wxnheart]

would you ever do a soap/ghost/reader fic where reader is the touch starved one? like maybe ghost and soap were together first and want to help reader get more comfortable in the relationship after they realize that you keep basically third wheeling yourself?

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: I took some liberties with this, anon, so it could coincide with the beginnings of Ghoapbusters. wanna read some more ghoap x reader?

Remember when it was mentioned that the transition to a full-fledged relationship was uneventful? It most definitely was. That doesn't mean it was smooth sailing at the start, though.

Because not only is Simon being Simon, you, despite the apparent attraction, already started doubting your place in this... thing—RELATIONSHIP. Wonderful shit, huh?

And Ghost, for all of his self-doubt, trusts his instinct when it comes to your presence in their lives. Fuck yes, you belong. How else could he keep Johnny grounded? Or something like that. You belong. You three made this choice together. Accept the consequences, baby. You ain't getting rid of them that easily.

Easier said than done, though, because the first time you three went out together—yes, gorgeous, in an official RELATIONSHIP—you pretty much turned yourself into the third wheel. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the chemistry between Simon and Johnny, the ease with which they could be themselves around each other.

It's ironic considering Simon absolutely feels like a fish out of water with all this and if it was possible, Johnny's eyes would roll out of his sockets with the number of times he's rolled them in exasperation because you guys (meaning you and Simon) are so busy reassuring the other and not practicing what you preach. It's so ironic he could laugh. And he does, which helps ease the tension for the most part.

You were also much more comfortable doling out physical affection to Johnny than you are to Simon because as much as you want to bury your face in his chest and grab fistfuls of ass as you hug him even though your arms should ideally be around his waist, you wonder if he (and Johnny) would think you weird for doing so, hell, for even thinking it. When you finally did it for the first time, after what seemed like eons of tentative touches between you two, it went... about as much as you expected. He stiffened, those buns tightened in your hands, and you felt the deep rumble of his groan. "'S not my damn waist," he said, and it didn't carry the fire of agitation that you thought it would. Johnny was proud.

And when they do things for you, you know, that people in RELATIONSHIPS do for each other because they care, you either try your best to convince them not to (what the fuck?) or you giggle. Nervously. To the point that it actually gets awkward. Because why would they do this for you?

It finally comes to a head when they have to sit you down. Simon takes the initiative with this one and fuck, you love it when he takes charge. ❤️

You three talk, or, er, well, they had to pry answers out of you because you were a little anxious about the conversation but really, the outcome managed to soothe your fears for the time being. They do, however, make you promise to talk to them when you start to feel this way again. Sure thing, guys.

In the end, you and Johnny wound up piling up on Simon. Simon who's still getting used to all this and doubts be damned, wraps his arms around you both. It's awkward. It's adorable. It's awkwardly adorable, two words that you NEVER thought you'd use to describe him but here you are.

And that's how Ghost became Simon in the Middle.

[odyssean-flower]

The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 9 - The Honeymoon (Part 1)

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Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: You and Neuvillette finally go on your honeymoon/first date (clickbait kinda sorta) Warnings: None except for the fact that this story is 50% written based on vibes Note: I update this story on AO3 first so please subscribe to the fic there if you’d like to read it faster Note 2: If you want to be on the taglist for this fic, please make a reply to this post, send a message or send a private ask

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As it turned out, you and Neuvillette didn’t go on your honeymoon tomorrow. Apparently, there was some sort of sudden judicial matter that desperately needed his attention. You lost count of how many times he apologized to you.

Which was just as well, since going on a trip—even if it was only for a day—on such short notice was absurd and unrealistic. Perhaps it was a testament to just how unsettled Neuvillette was by whatever he talked about with Furina that he suggested it in the first place.

Your initial excitement had cooled down slightly, replaced with calm rationality.

To be honest, you were unsure why he cared so much. From what you could garner (Neuvillette still refused to tell you exactly what his argument with Furina was about), it wasn’t as though she had explicitly ordered him to go on a honeymoon. Besides, having a honeymoon wasn't a requirement for marriage. You knew plenty of couples back home who didn’t have one. Even your own parents simply went back to your father’s house and started living together after they got married.

You told Neuvillette about those things in an effort to take the pressure off him, but it backfired. He seemed even more determined to make this “honeymoon”-slash-“date” happen than before.

“But you looked so excited when I brought the subject up. You’ve rarely traveled before, have you?” he had said, and you couldn’t really argue with that.

It was times like these that made you wonder. From the time you got married—no, all the way back to when you first met—you had always assumed that he acted the way he did towards you out of a sense of gentlemanly conduct. It was something you admired. How many self-proclaimed gentlemen have you met until now? They should all model themselves after Neuvillette.

But it was all the things he did, like buying you the painting set even though you had never asked him for it or hanging up your painting in his office, that made you wonder something that was perhaps a little impertinent: was Neuvillette secretly very sentimental?

That makes sense, you thought, nodding to yourself as you inspected the sunflower plants. They had now reached the middle of your calf, and there were small, tender leaves growing from the stalks.

Neuvillette seemed like the type of person who enjoyed doting on something. No, you were sure he was. You had seen how he acted with the Melusines—he was like a proud father. But on the other hand, Melusines weren’t like pets you could take care of and leave at home. They were full-fledged citizens of Fontaine with their own lives.

But with humans, he was cordial but distant due to his strict personal morals. You sensed that, however, that it didn’t mean he actively disliked interacting with them. It didn’t help that his position and demeanor intimidated people and made them stay at a respectful distance. So, basically, it was a relationship where both parties mutually stayed away from each other, even though the desire was there to get closer.

“He should get a pet or something…” you muttered to yourself.

“Who should get a pet?” a voice asked from behind you. It was Neuvillette.

“I was just thinking that you should get a pet,” you stood up and turned around. “I think you would make a good pet owner.”

 Neuvillette raised an eyebrow. “What brought this on?”

“Oh, I was just thinking,” you said innocently. “Have you ever had a pet before? Or considered getting one?”

“No to both questions, I’m afraid,” Neuvillette said. “My job keeps me too busy to spend much time with them, and truthfully, I prefer observing animals in their natural habitats rather thuan transplanting them to an environment that might not suit them.”

“I see,” you nodded. It was just the answer you would expect from him. “But, I still think that you would be a great owner. You’re so caring and considerate, after all. I’m sure any pet of yours would be lucky to be yours.”

Neuvillette was silent for a moment, like he was thinking over your words. “Then, what would you suggest I should get as a pet, in the hypothetical scenario that I decide to get one?” he suddenly asked, turning to you.

You considered it for a moment. Your first thought was some kind of aquatic creature, like a fish, but you quickly eliminated that choice. Neuvillette wouldn’t like to have a pet that was trapped in confined spaces, and besides…you glanced at his hands, remembering all the times you saw him pat the Melusines’ heads. He would like something he could pet and cuddle. The mental image of Neuvillette cuddling with a fluffy creature made you smile. Yes, definitely something fluffy. A dog would be too high maintenance for him, perhaps a cat? Or a hamster, or a rabbit…

You told Neuvillette about your thoughts. “Think about how relaxing it would be to run your fingers through your cat’s soft fur after a long day at work,” you ended. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“It does sound pleasant,” Neuvillette said as he gazed at the sunflower shoots, then looked at you for a few moments as though considering something. “But I think I’ve already experienced something similar to that.”

“What are you implying, hm?” you glared up at him. Lately, Neuvillette seemed to have taken a liking to teasing you. Normally, you didn’t really tolerate being poked fun at by people outside your immediate friends and family (although, come to think of it, Neuvillette was technically your family now), but from him, you didn’t mind all that much. Maybe it was the novelty of it.

“Nothing, Madame. Nothing at all.”

For a few minutes, you two were silent. But it was the warm kind of silence where the people involved simply indulged in each other’s presence.

“So…” you cleared your throat. “Has the date for our honeymoon been set yet? You can at least tell me that, and where we’re going, can’t you?”

You gave him a meaningful look. His argument with Furina had been on your mind for the past few days. Now that you knew that you were involved, you had to know what it was about. You initially bugged him about it, but eventually stopped when he kept repeating, “It is better for you not to know.”

Of course, you had no intention to drop it completely. You simply had to wait for the right moment to bring it up again.

From where you were standing, Neuvillette’s bangs hid his face, but you could have sworn that you saw a small smile on his lips. “I’ll tell you after dinner.”

The two of you would be going on your one-day honeymoon this weekend. To be precise, it wasn’t even a whole day. You two would be returning home by evening.

The day’s itinerary consisted of two places. The first was the Erinnyes Forest region in the east, where you would spend the morning and early afternoon sightseeing and strolling. In the afternoon, you would be visiting Merusea Village, as Neuvillette wanted to introduce you to the Melusines living there.

Right now, the two of you were sitting in the parlor.

“What do you think?” Neuvillette looked at you beseechingly. You could hear the self-consciousness in his voice. “I am aware that they may not be the most exciting of locales, and that married couples tend to travel more exotic destinations and stay there for a longer period of time, but, considering our personal circumstances…”

He trailed off. He really is taking this too seriously, you thought. Like everything else.

But that was what you liked about him.

“Hmm,” you said. “I don’t think Lady Furina would be too impressed by this. You might get scolded again when she hears of this.”

“You do not like it?” Neuvillette said, looking crestfallen. “Yes, of course you wouldn’t. A lady like you should be taken on a pleasure cruise or a beachside resort. It is not too late to make the necessary arrangements—”

“I said Lady Furina wouldn’t be too impressed by this,” you interrupted him, leaning forward to look him in the eye. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Neuvillette opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but then closed it. “I see,” was all he said.

You leaned back against the back of the couch. To be honest, you were not much of a romantic, so when you heard the words “honeymoon trip,” your first thought was if it was possible for the two of you to spend a weekend in Petrichor to explore the ruins there.

Still, you had diligently done your research on just where and what did people do on their honeymoons, if only for reference’s sake. You pored over society papers and magazines. The wealthy tended to travel abroad to countries like Liyue and Mondstadt, or head to the resorts or their mountain villas for weeklong getaways. Obviously, the two of you couldn’t do that. Not that you wanted to, of course.

As for exactly what people did on honeymoons—needless to say, you two carefully skirted around that topic.

Really, when you thought about it, this was more like a date than a honeymoon.

Date… For some reason, your heart beat faster at that word than it had ever done for “honeymoon.” Maybe because it felt closer to the truth of what this was.

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, genuinely meaning it. “You know I’ve never travelled further than the opera house. And…we’ve never gone anywhere together before, have we? I think it’ll be fun.”

“Fun…?” Neuvillette repeated, like the concept was unfamiliar to him. “Do you truly think so? I am…aware…that it is not a quality often associated with me.”

For some reason (well, you could make a guess as to why), Neuvillette had become fixated on this point of being “boring.” The less kind side of you wondered why this only occurred to him now, but mostly you were just surprised it concerned him so much. Being boring or dull wasn’t a crime, no matter what the Archon would say.

It’s probably because I’m a new, unfamiliar addition to his life, you thought. That’s why he’s always so hesitant and unsure of himself when it comes to me.

You thought you somewhat understood him. Neuvillette was the type of person who placed more pressure on himself than on others. That was why he always apologized or asked for your approval. You didn’t know how he acted with others, so it was just a theory, though.

It made you sad to think that Neuvillette was stressed and doubting himself because of you. It was like watching mud contaminate a pristine pool of water. You felt guilty for being able to feel relaxed nowadays when it wasn’t the same with him.

Perhaps you should bug the license office more frequently. In any case, you weren’t staying here forever. Hopefully, Neuvillette would return to his usual self soon after you were gone.

Until then, you had to do your best to maintain an agreeable, pleasant atmosphere between you and him.

“I can’t speak for others, but I never feel bored with you,” you said firmly, as though, as though to shake off that melancholic feeling. “I assure you, if I ever get bored, I will tell you directly, and then we can figure out something else to do together.” To be honest, I’m more worried about me boring him.

Neuvillette looked unconvinced, so you added. “If you like, I could give you feedback at the end. So you could improve for, er, next time.”

The words made you cringe inwardly. It made this honeymoon sound like some sort of work evaluation. Then again, considering how Lady Furina pushed for it, I suppose that’s not so far off the mark. Also, why did I say next time? It’s not like I’m expecting anything after this…or am I?

As you were buried in your thoughts, you felt an intense gaze upon your face and looked up to find Neuvillette staring at you. He didn’t look away. You found that you couldn’t either.

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” he murmured. “The weekend cannot come soon enough.”

He then bid you goodnight and left the room, leaving you staring at the table.

The day had arrived.

Neuvillette had told you yesterday that you would have an early start today, so you tried to get in bed early, but ended up being too excited and nervous to sleep. More than the fact that you would be going to places you had never been before, you would be going to them with Neuvillette. It hadn’t set in before, but this was the first time you and him would be alone for such an extended period of time.

You had butterflies in your stomach just thinking about it. Luckily, your room was away from everyone else, or else you would have woken them up with your tossing and turning.

You had to remind yourself to stay calm. This is just an outing between two friends. Even if it’s called a “honeymoon” or “date,” if there’s no romantic feelings from either party, then in essence, it is not a date, right? Wait, why am I thinking about this so hard?

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but it felt like you had only rested your eyes briefly before a gentle knock on your door woke you up.

“…Huh?”

You opened your eyes blearily and looked at the bedside clock. It was early in the morning, so much so that it was still dark outside.

You managed to drag yourself out of bed and walked over to the door.

“Who is it…?” you asked, stifling a yawn.

“It’s me.”

“Oh…” you opened the door without thinking. There, in front of your door, stood Neuvillette, fully dressed and perfectly coiffed. “Um, wait…” You pictured how you looked to him: messy hair, wearing an old and rumpled nightgown, squinty-eyed.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment. Your emotions were dulled, probably because you were still half-asleep. What a strangely familiar situation…at least I’m properly dressed this time, sort of.

Neuvillette cleared his throat and turned away. Maybe it was just the bad lighting, but his cheeks seemed to be tinged with red. But surely that couldn’t be the case. “My apologies, Madame. I wasn’t aware that you haven’t gotten ready yet.”

“No, no, I should have gotten dressed beforehand,” you said, slowly closing the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

Now you were fully awake. You hurriedly went to the bathroom to freshen up, washing your face and swiping a comb through your hair. Then, you got dressed. It had been embarrassingly difficult to put together an outfit appropriate for the occasion. All your clothes were of the plain and functional variety. You desperately wished you had brought more clothes from back home.

Clearly, too many things had gone contrary to your expectations.

In the end, you had settled for a blouse, skirt, and a cardigan. Since you were going to be mostly outdoors today anyways, you should dress more practically. However, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You knew that Neuvillette would never say anything, but personally, you wished that you looked a little cuter. More like a girl going on a date. Even though this wasn’t a date.

Relax. Don’t overthink things. You thought to yourself in the mirror. For makeup, you decided to just put on lipstick.

Then, you took in a deep breath, put on your gloves, grabbed your purse and hat, and opened the door.

Neuvillette was still standing in the same position he was before, like a statue. It was kind of funny. In his long life, he had probably seen a lot more than a mere woman in a nightgown (or towel). He really was the perfect gentleman.

“Sorry for the wait,” you told him. “I really did mean to get ready earlier, but I was…too excited to sleep.”

“How coincidental,” Neuvillette said, smiling slightly. “So was I.”

Was he saying that he had also been tossing and turning like you, imagining what the day would be like and worrying over what to say and do? It was hard to imagine, but the idea of it lightened your heart.

The two of you went downstairs to the kitchen to get the picnic basket. Since your trip to Erinnyes was in the morning, it was decided that you would be having lunch there. You had helped Marie with the preparations. Speaking of Marie, she was even more excited than you when she heard that you and Neuvillette were going out for the day. “A honeymoon!” she exclaimed. “Oh, Madame, how wonderful!”

“It’s not really a honeymoon,” you corrected. It was so much more embarrassing to hear someone else saying that word. “It’s just an outing.”

“A date, then?”

“Um…sure.” Friends went on dates too, didn’t they? Yeah, they do!

“Whatever you call it, I’m so happy to see Monsieur Neuvillette finally taking some time for himself, even if it only a day. In all my years of working for him, I can only count on one hand the number of times he took a full day off.”

“How long have you been working for him?”

“Oh…” Marie looked up at the ceiling. “About ten years now?”

By the time you and Neuvillette left the house, the sun was already peeking over the horizon. The air was cool and crisp. You glanced over at the sunflowers. They looked like they had grown even taller overnight, and the buds had grown bigger as well.

“What will today’s weather be like, I wonder?” you said aloud, not looking at Neuvillette.

“Hm…” Neuvillette made a show of considering your question. “I dare say that it will be perfectly pleasant.”

“Pleasant by my standards, or by yours?”

“If you are asking if it will rain today, then I don’t believe it will. Of course, the weather can be unpredictable, so do not take my word for certain.”

“Don’t worry,” you said, patting your purse. “I brought an umbrella, just in case.”

You walked down the slope towards the city. The streets were still quiet, but you could see some shopkeepers preparing to open, and there were already Mekas patrolling the streets. Or were they never turned off? You had never seen the city in early morning before. It was a fascinating sight.

“Are we truly going to take the aquabus to Erinnyes?” you asked as you walked down the familiar path to the central station. There weren’t much people around right now, so you didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing you two together. “I assumed that we would be taking your personal craft, or…” Teleporting there, you said in your head.

“It has been a while since I’ve rode the aquabus, and I found myself missing the view. …Are you displeased with that idea?”

“No, not at all,” you shook your head. “I like riding it too.” Although now you understood why Neuvillette wanted you to wake up early.

Just as you approached the station, a woman with long dark hair called out to Neuvillette. “Good morning, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“Ah, Clorinde,” Neuvillette greeted the woman. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early.”

“I’m just about to start my morning jog,” Clorinde said. The name sounded familiar to you, although you couldn’t place where you heard it before. She looked at you. “And who is this?”

“Ah, let me introduce you,” Neuvillette said. “This is Miss [Name], a friend of mine. Miss [Name], this is Clorinde, my subordinate.”

“Always a pleasure to meet a friend of Monsieur Neuvillette,” she said and extended her hand, which you shook. “Where are you two headed so early?”

“We’re going on an outing to Erinnyes Forest,” you said.

“I see,” Clorinde’s piercing violet eyes scanned the two of you and landed on the picnic basket carried by Neuvillette. “A fine way to spend a day off. I’m a bit jealous.”

“Jealous?” Neuvillette looked genuinely alarmed. “Do you not receive enough breaks? Perhaps I should—” Then he glanced at you and cleared his throat. “No, what I mean is—"

“Oh no, that wasn’t what I was referring to,” Clorinde shook her head. You thought you saw her smiling a bit. “Well, I won’t keep you two any longer. Enjoy your outing.”

She then jogged away. You and proceeded to enter the empty station building.

“Clorinde…” you muttered to yourself in the elevator, and then it came to you. “Oh, Clorinde! She’s the strongest Champion Duelist, right?”

You heard about her, but you had never watched her duels.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Wouldn’t it have been problematic for her to see us together?” Luckily, you had decided to wear gloves today, just in case. As far as you knew, nothing had come out of that impromptu run-in from last month, but one could never be too careful.

“I wouldn’t worry too much. Clorinde is a trustworthy person and not the type to spread gossip. I think the two of you would make good friends, actually.”

“Hmm…if you say so.” What would you even talk about with a Champion Duelist?

As the elevator ascended to the Navia Line platform, you couldn’t help but think back to spring, when you had similarly got into an elevator with Neuvillette. At that time, you two were near strangers. But now, you were friends. And married. And going on an Archon-mandated date/honeymoon.

Fate was truly a strange thing.

The elevator reached the second floor. The aquabus was already there, which you guessed was arranged by Neuvillette. The Melusine in charge of the Navia Line, Elphane, waved when she saw you two.

“Good morning, Monsieur and Madame Neuvillette!” she said. Her voice sounded unusually chipper. You had met Elphane a few times, and you found her to be the prickly type. But you supposed that like her sisters, she softened up considerably in Neuvillette’s presence.

“Good morning, Elphane,” Neuvillette said as he helped you onto the aquabus. “My apologies for asking you to get up so early.”

“Anything for you, Monsieur Neuvillette,” Elphane said, even as she let out a yawn. “Shall we be off, then?”

The two of you nodded, and the aquabus set off. The bird’s eye view of the city soon spread out before your eyes. You could see more people in the streets now. The sky was now a light blue. The wind blowing through your hair felt nice.

Perhaps it was the steady speed of the aquabus travelling along the rail or the quiet chatter between Elphane and Neuvillette, but you suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness sweep over you. Try as you might to keep your eyes open, they seemed determined to close.

I’ll just rest my eyes a little bit, you thought. I hope I don’t fall overboard.

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G.O.A.T. Avatar Fic Recs:

One of us (Neteyam x Human/Avatar!Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter, eventual NSFW

Author: forever--darling

Status: Complete, 8/8

Summary: neteyam sully was the next olo'eyktan and for years had been focused on his training and his responsibilities only. he had never accounted for you to become one of them. when you got your avatar body and ended up in the forest alone, being brought to the village and offered to be taught the ways of the people wasn't what you expected. let alone it being neteyam, future olo'eyktan becoming your teacher.

In Love With The Enemy (Lo’ak x Female!Avatar!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Author: vandnana

Status: Ongoing, 3/?

Summary: during the time when jake became toruk makto, you were quaritch’s youngest and most valued soldier, the daughter he never had. but, pandora changed you and you died during the final battle, betraying quaritch and wishing that you had been able to do more. now, you have been reborn again, as a na’vi, tasked with quaritch’s new military avatar crew to kill Jake Sully. taking advantage of this second chance at life, you help the Sullys and fall in love along the way.

On this fateful night...two hearts danced (Neteyam x Human!Female!Reader) —One shot, NSFW

Author: arachine

Status: Complete, 1/1

Summary: in omaticayan culture, a young na’vi male does not yet become a full fledged adult until he passes one of two rites of passage: 1) choosing an ikran, and 2) carving a bow from the wood of Hometree (and/or choosing a woman). reader is now 20, and the only man she’s ever loved is expected to choose a wife soon. one day when she overhears a rumor concerning neteyam and the first woman in line to betroth him, reader is struck with grief, ultimately venturing off deep into the forest where she knows nobody will follow her—somewhere forbidden. however, unbeknownst to her, a certain someone follows her trail…

Fire Of Souls (Tsu’tey x Jake’s sister!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Author: pandorafairy

Status: Ongoing, 4/?

Summary: N/A. Slow burn, Enemies to Lovers.

Something sweet ~ (Human!Neteyam x Human!Female!Reader, Modern AU) —One shot, probable eventual NSFW

Author: maxlonz

Status: Potentially Ongoing, 1\?

Summary: basically Neteyam doesn’t like sweet things, but for you, he’ll make an exception <3. Enemies to Lovers, mature themes.

Tìtunu (Tsu’tey x Human!Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter, eventual NSFW

Author: hinataashoyos

Status: Complete, 4/4

Summary: Perhaps the Sky People had injured Tsu'tey beyond repair when they had hurt him and pushed him from their enormous metal bird. That is the only reason he can think of to explain why the one person who has captured his thoughts so wholly is you, the little human demon that is constantly lurking around the Omaticaya camp.

Tìsom (Tsu’tey x Human!Female!Reader) —One shot, NSFW

Author: hinataashoyos

Status: Complete, 1/1

Summary: Spin-off of Tìtunu, but can be read separately. Tsu'tey is a strong mate; he is cautious, considerate, and protective, and he always provides for you. And yet, human/Na'vi relationships come with a learning curve. That learning curve comes with surprises regarding certain biological urges.

Mountain Dweller (Kiri x Rotxo) —Two shot

Author: k-roi

Status: Ongoing, 1/2

Summary: A moment of distraction during a lesson with Rotxo leads to one of the best questions of her life. If only they could just be less awkward about it.

Tacenda (Neteyam x Metkayina!Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Author: cherrycxla

Status: Complete, 25/25

Summary: Tacenda - Things to be left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence. Or:

Tsa'tvayi gives Neteyam a purpose, while caring for his family as if they were her own.

The Sully’s in American Public School —Headcannons

Author: pandorafairy

Status: Complete, 1/1

Summary: N/A.

Lo’ak and Tsireya (Lo’ak x Tsireya) —One shot

“Tell her” (Lo’ak x Tsireya)—One shot

Author: pandorafairy

Status: Complete, 2/2

Summary: These are actually seperate posts but I suggest reading them together. The first one is Tsireya comforting Lo’ak after Neteyam’s death, and the second one takes place a little later on, when Lo’ak confesses his feelings to Tsireya.

Star Girl (Lo’ak x Avatar!Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Author: lovemyavatar

Status: Ongoing, 9/10 (with bonus scenes!)

Summary: Eywa isn’t supposed to choose sides. she maintains the balance of life. so, a question arises. are you worth saving?

Push (Neteyam x Female!Omaticaya!Reader) —One shot, NSFW

Author: lovemyavatar

Status: Complete, 1/1

Summary: you love teasing the Olo'eyktan's oldest son, but how much will he let you push before he snaps? Childhood friends to rivals to lovers. Enemies to lovers.

Will continue updating…