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Tw: Cursed reader, nosy Astarion, slightly jealous Astarion, nudity, shapeshifting.
A/N: I had finally come up with something to write about for my beloved vampire boyfriend. I really like swans and swan lake. I might write a version of this but with Halsin.
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Every full moon you'd vanish into the woods, no one in the party knew why you did. They didn't want to be nosy and pry in your business. Except for Astarion, he wanted to know why you'd go away into the woods every full moon. He thought about what you could possibly be doing the woods, were you doing some kind of magic spell? Where you mediating. Or were you secretly a werewolf? That was impossible, he'd smell it on you. Or... What if you were seen someone?!
That had him thinking, a lot. What you and him had meant nothing to you? Who was this person you were seen?! Gale? Wyll? ShadowHeart? Karlach? lae'zel?!.. No, maybe it was Halsin, Astarion saw how you and the giant druid got along as if you were close, perhaps to close. This curiosity was eating him up, he couldn't sleep properly just thinking that you and Halsin are sneaking around. Specially if you didn't let him join along. He was going to find out what it was that you were hiding.
That night was just another night, a full moon. Most of the party members had gone to sleep, except for you. Once you saw that everyone was deep in slumber, you sneaked into the woods as quick as you could. Astarion had been faking to be sleeping, he waited a couple minutes for you to go, then he got up from his bedroll. Expecting how everyone was sleeping, even Halsin was in his small tent he made out of leaves and twigs, interesting. Afterwards, he went into the woods to find you.
As he walked into the dark woods, he was silent as possible, following your scent. All he could hear was the sound of the forest. The wind hitting the tree leaves together, crickets playing their small chirps, and along other nocturnal animals. He followed your scent into a lake? He hid behind a giant tree and peaked out to see if he could spot you. He didn't see you, but he saw your clothes neatly folded together on the mossy floor. Were you bathing?! Why didn't you invite him?! He felt hurt in some kind of water.
Then he saw a swan, a swan? The swan was flapping its feathers and dipping its body upside down. That's odd, he normally sees swans together in small groups. Were their other swans around? Besides, swans don't really go out at night. But for some reason, the more he looked at the graceful feathered being, he smelt your scent. Did you own a swan? Did you befriend the creature and didn't tell him? Was that the reason you'd sneak out of the camp to hang out with your little feathered friend? He couldn't stop thinking.
A couple hours passed, yet no sight of you. He only watched a swan swim around the lake, drinking water and doing flips. But that didn't really matter to him, where were you?! He had not seen you this last couple hours, he was wasting his time watching a swam dancing in the lake. Finally, the swan walked out of the water, ruffling its feathers dry and kicking its little feet. It approached towards your clothes. This made Astarion even more curious to see what the swan will do? Will it steal your clothes? Will you be walking around naked in the camp? He would not mind that not one bit, except if it was only the two of you.
Then he watched how a soft white liquid began to wrap itself around the feathered body. Astarion watched in awe, seen what was happening. The liquid had morphed into a little bubble, then it extended itself, the bubble then bursts open. Revealing that it was you. This made his jaw drop, you were the swan that he had been watching for hours swimming. So this was your little secret? He couldn't help but let out a small, cheeky like grin.
Now, that you were back to your original form. Astarion made himself presence. "So, this is where you've been going now, darling?" he asked with a smirk, making you jump and hide youself with your clothes. "Astarion!? What are you doing here?!" you asked him, breathing a bit fast. "Why, I wanted to see why my precious treasure was sneaking off into the woods on a full moon, and here I thought you were a werewolf." He admitted, with a grin still panted on his lips. "Oh come on, as if I haven't seen what's under those clothes before." He teased, making your face turn hot.
"Why am I not surprised, you've seemed like the nosy time." You jabbed at him, putting your clothes back on. "Oh! I wouldn't say nosy, I'd say, I was just curious where my love was going!" He said to you. "Like they say, curiosity killed the cat." You mumbled as you finished lacing your boots up. "So love, why didn't you tell me about this? Are you a druid as well? Or a shapeshifter?" he asked you, he really wanted to know why you could turn into a swam.
"No... I'm actually cursed.." you admitted, there was no hiding this, he'd just go on and on until you'd tell him. "Cursed? Who on earth would curse you?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips, paying you attention. You only sighed. "Many years ago, I refused the marriage of this sorcerer, so as a 'punishment' he cursed me into turning into a swam every full moon." You explained. Astarion could only nod in response, listening to you on why you had this curse. He somewhat knew what he it was like to have a curse on him. "Hm, are you able to break this curse?" he asked, raising his brow.
You nodded. "Yeah, it can be broken, Only true love from a man who has never promised his heart to another." I repeated what the sorcerer told me many years ago. "Oh! Would that man be me?" he asked you, with a little smirk. "Maybe." You only responded, teasingly and flirtatiously then began to head back to the camp sight with Astarion. "I have a question, if you were to get pregnant would you lay eggs and make a nest for those our children? Will they also turn into swans too? I can just imagine them as little ducklings. All small and cute with gray feathers." He said, as you both walked back to the camp. You couldn't help but slightly giggle by his goofiness. "I just imagine you carrying all our children on your back in a lake, how cute would that be?!" He added lastly.
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So Harumu is a home wrecker basically? What if darling was just married for idk tax reasons or just to help a friend? I could totally see darling still saying no to him because what kind of person goes after someone who thinks youâre married?
I also would like to know how many marriages heâs broken up? Or if he would lose interest in darling once they actually want to be with him like in a relationship?
I know if I was with him for whatever reason I would be constantly concerned heâd cheat on me just to feel better about himself đ¤ˇââď¸ but thatâs just me
No, Harumu is only a Homewrecker when it pertains to you specifically. The shapeshifters never intentionally broken up any homes before. And if it did happen, it was accidental as it couldnât be helped due to his beauty that makes jaws drop to the floor.
Not that heâd entertain such things since Harumu was too in love with themself to even consider dating. Not to mention, the word hookup gave him the ick. The notion of it was disgusting to him, As he knows that heâs the prize. And should be handled and pampered with care long term (aka for the rest of his life).
For a little backstory on his main story which Iâm coming out withâŚsoon possibly(?)đ
Harumu is the spoiled ONLY child of his familyâs international beauty company. And you happened to be in charge of managing him due to your experience and credentials. But the kicker is that the shapeshifter who was notorious for not wanting a manager to begin with.
Picked you out of the hundreds of thousands of applicants. Applying to manage him because your nonchalance caught his eye. Sure he was offended at first, like
why the hell werenât you looking at him in awe. Were you blind? He should see your jaw hit the floor alongside that signature âohmygodâ leaving your lips.
How could you not swoon when he struts into the room? He was a goddamned paragon in the flesh.
But all you did was brief him on work schedule and make sure to set up to his preferences. To the exact dot, which he appreciated but scoffed at the same time.
From that day on Harumu was set on making you see the error of your ways of not immediately fawning over their pretty face. By actually trying to seduce someone (you) for the first time in his life.
At first it was to make a point and soothe their bruised ego. But overtime he gradually comes to genuinely care about you other than himself. Which was yet another first for him. So to his surprise when he finally found out you had a husbandâŚ
The shapeshifter went ballistic especially with how said husband takes you for grantedâŚBut thatâs another story for later.
A/n: might change his name title to shapeshifter lol seems like a better fit XD
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MDNI | Themetober: Scarecrow
Shapeshifter!Simon x Fem!Reader
CW: brief mentions of stalking, brief mentions of voyeurism/reverse voyeurism, mentions of death/corpses/blood, brief cunnilingus, biting/marking, mentions of begging, some degradation, mating press position, squirting, creampie.
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You were never close with your grandfather on your motherâs side, with him becoming estranged even before her passing. Which was why it surprised you to get a letter in the mail one day, detailing that he had left you a sizeable piece of land in his will. The little farm he lived on was rundown and in desperate need of repairs, which came easily due to the assistance from local neighbors. The only issue, however, was the scarecrow in the cornfields.
A raggedy thing, you thought, with a hulking body that could easily frighten any creature that wandered onto the property. If it werenât for its graveyard keeper appearance, and the fact that your bedroom window faced the cornfields, you wouldâve thought differently about it. Still, against better judgement, and with it keeping the crows from taking what little corn you were able to grow, you decided to keep it where it wasâperched up against a large, steady plank of wood that doubled its own size.Â
Honestly though, you should have read the letter entirely instead of skimming it. Perhaps if you did that, then everything that followed would make more sense to you. It would have made sense knowing what it was, and had been, to your estranged grandfather.Â
The half-buried animal carcasses on the property, the strange grunting noises outside your window at nightâalong with the milky white substance in the grass below your windowâthe large paw prints that littered around the edges of the propertyâsometimes along with dried bloodâand the eyes that would watch you from the shadows, only to vanish the second you blinked. Not to mention how, during visits into town, either a crow or a large, black dogâor what you assumed to be a dogâwould follow you. The entirety of it was all so strange, and it did little to prepare you for when he finally came to collect what was owed.Â
Unbeknownst to you, and due to the skimming of the letter, your estranged grandfather had a deal of sorts with a certain creatureâthe scarecrowâwhich you came to find out a little too late one night. âBeen waitinâ for ya,â he huffed. His tongue lapped at your cunt, feasting on it like a wild and starved animal. You tasted even better than he had originally imagined, and the soft and sweet moans and mewls that spilled from your lips caused his cock to throb painfully beneath torn jeans.Â
Simon groaned, his patience having worn thin with the needless wait as he pulled back and finally freed himself from the confines of his pants. He was hard and ready, with the tip angry and red while weeping small globs of precum. His large hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping once, twice, three times with achingly slow movements. The nights of watching you through your window as you pleasured yourself while he fucked into his handâin tune with your soft and tantalizing noisesâwere over.Â
âThe old man promised.â He lined his cockhead up to your slit, smearing the tip in your slick before impatiently pushing past the folds. âFuck,â he groaned. You took him so well, with gummy walls hugging his dick tightly. His body pressed against yours, pushing you down further into the bed of hay as his lips kissed against your neck feverishly, resulting in a whine falling from your lips.Â
Simonâs cock twitched at the sound, and his hips pulled back before slamming against yours. The sudden movement pulled a sharp cry from you as he repeated the motion. Faster and faster, his pace relentless as his teeth nibbled on the soft flesh of your neck before biting down. He was marking you as his, and in more ways than one. After all, your grandfather made a promise.Â
âSâtoo much,â you whined. Still, his pace remained as it was as he ignored you. The shifter had waited this long for what was owed to him, and he was taking it without any further delay. Simonâs hands were tight on your hips, his fingers pressing into the plump flesh, keeping you still as his cock bullied your pussy. Your soft whining and pleas for him to slow down faded, having been replaced with neediness as you begged for more.Â
âFuckinâ slag,â he growled, his breath hot in your ear as he bit the lobe. His hips snapped against yours once more as he buried himself to the hilt again, and again. âMakinâ me wait fâya. Makinâ me âear that old man tell me over ând over âbout ya.â He hated that.Â
Honestly, Simon was glad for his death because it meant getting you. It was a deal made back when he first arrived on the farm, back when he was a walking body without a purpose. Oh, but your grandfather gave him one. Keep the farm safe and he would receive a reward for his hard work. When that reward became you, his sweet âole granddaughter who lived like the man never existed, that was what kept Simon goingâand now he finally had you.Â
His hands moved from your hips as his body pulled back just enough to shift you into a mating press. The shapeshifter could reach deeper now, with his cockhead bumping against your cervix with each thrust, earning sharp yet delicious sounding cries from your lips. Simon couldnât be gentle now, not when he finally had you in his grasp. He waited too damn long, with too many nights of fisting himself to the mere thought of you beneath him like this.Â
âFuckinâ âell,â he growled, again. You tightened around him, causing his dick to twitch every now and then as your velvety walls coaxed him towards his release. The harsh slap of his balls smacking against your skin echoed in the barn, and you whined at the sting that accompanied it. âLittle more, almost, almost.â Oh, he was close now, with only a few more thrusts until he came undone.Â
When your cunt fluttered around him, that was the last straw. Simon pressed his face into your neck, teeth clamped down in a harsh bite that caused you to scream out and squirt around him the same time he spilled into you. His hot, creamy seed mixed with your juices and dribbled out and down the back of your ass when he pulled out of you.Â
âLook aâ ya,â he smirked. âFuckinâ mess now.â You stared up at him with half-lidded eyes and panted hard before leaning your head back to rest. The man mumbled something along of being his mess, but the pounding in your ears from being utterly fucked out had muffled it.Â
Maybe you should have read the entire letter, or perhaps you shouldâve had a better grandfather. One that didnât offer you up like a steak to a starving mutt. Too many could haves and should haves for you to care right now. At least you had something akin to a guard dog now, even if the reward was a good fuck.Â
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I'll keep an eye on you - II
pairing: jacob black x reader
type: not requested
genre: bit angsty and fluffy
warnings: none
word count: 3400
requests: open! for twilight wolfpack, narnia, heartstopper
a/n: hope you enjoy this lil part 2 !! also I really want to thank @tgarrett26 for helping me with this fic (you are awesome) + they are the reason there is even a pt.2 hehe
part I part III
*gif is not mine
summary: After one night of respite, the reader confronts the day to realize the shadows haven't quite disappeared yet.
There's a timid sunbeam lighting up your cozy little room. Nothing scary or menacing in view. You look over to your nightstand with barely opened eyes to see your mushroom light still on. The clock on your desk shines the time. 7:00am.Â
7am?!
You sit straight up, immediately noticing the big dent on the left side of your bed. Yes, of course, Jacob came in last night. Your cheeks flush with the thought of having slept so soundly next to the heaping mountain of muscles that is your friend. You feel so confused and well-rested. For the first time in a few weeks, you awoke calmly. This might have been the best night of sleep of your whole damn life, and it's 7:00am! You managed to wake up before your alarm. You wouldn't have to be rushing to school for once. You were usually only able to fall asleep when the sun started shining and chased away the threatening shadows of the night. So, being late to school was a recurring occurrence for you. For once, your father wouldn't have to come in to try and wake you up. You were pushing away your blankets to get up when there was a knock on your door before it slowly cracked open.
"Sweetheart, time to wake up. Don't want to be late for sch-"
Your father's traits lifted up in surprise, and honestly, you couldnât really blame the man. You didn't keep track of all the mornings he found you all tangled up in your blankets, hair sprawled everywhere like a bird's nest, saliva drooling down your chin.
"Did you sleep well?"
You nodded eagerly, a sincere smile spreading on your lips. Charlie seemed incredibly thrilled by that piece of news. He was no stranger to the nightmares haunting your nights and was brokenhearted to see you so tired and on edge all the time.
"Well, then. Better get down and eat breakfast before you head to school." He gave you a timid smile before softly closing your door.
You had your first breakfast with your dad in a long time. He was particularly chirpy, and you kept catching his relieved gaze. You left for school on time and had a really great day. You felt awake and energized. Participating in class and your little social circle once again felt like a rush. Your efforts were welcomed with gigantic smiles from your teachers and friends. For a second, you thought the weeks of anguish and terror might finally be behind you. Maybe a night with Jacob had been the only thing you needed to put this whole thing behind you. However, as the sun went down and shadows stretched on the ground, you got more flinchy and twitchy. Once more, you turned at every odd sound, looking over your shoulder as you left the school grounds. You almost ran to your car, locking all the doors, and left a trail of dust with how fast you headed back home on the powdery roads of Forks.Â
Dinner with your father was much more somber than the breakfast you shared this morning. You felt like a dagger to your heart, his disappointment when he saw you jump as he caught you by surprise in the kitchen. You usually were always careful about hiding your internal conflict from Charlie. Yet the frustration you felt tonight weighed much more than the want to hide everything from him.
Once dinner was over, you climbed the stairs with heavy steps, feeling the dread in your body get worse the closer you got to your bedroom. You opened the door to find a space very different than the one you had left when you awoke this morning. Your still unmade bed didn't feel so inviting tonight. Long gone were the rays of sunshine that scared the shadows away. The room you faced was now dark and gloomy. Nothing about it felt safe or secure.
You rushed in to turn on your mushroom light and sat on your bed, trying to summon all your courage to breathe calmly.Â
It's over now. Nightmares are just that. They aren't real. I'm safe now.
No matter how much you would repeat it, those words felt empty and fake. You got up, put your pajamas on, and as you were ready to get in bed, you noticed a piece of clothing jutting out from under one of the pillows. You lifted it up to find the T-shirt you lent to Jacob. He didn't keep it. He left your house shirtless so you could keep the stupid piece of clothing. You grabbed it and held it up to your nose. Immediately, your senses were overpowered by his woodsy scent. You fell to your bed, shirt still pressed on your face as you let a deep sigh leave your lungs.
Grabbing your phone on the night table, you hesitated. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before you closed the device and threw it away.
The clock had just struck midnight when you heard something scratching outside. You almost had a heart attack when you saw Jacob hanging onto your window, motioning for you to open it.
"Jacob Black. What the hell are you doing? Do you want to kill me?!"
Your tall friend let out a deep chuckle as he swiftly stepped into your room without making a noise. His gaze fell onto the fort you had built yourself. There were pillows and blankets lined all around your bed, a very feeble attempt at a barrier. The tv screen was paused on one of your favorite movie. He gave you a worried look and took a second to really take in the state you were in. You didn't look like the relaxed girl he had, reluctantly, left in a peaceful slumber this morning.
"What?" you defensively crossed your arms on your chest, already sensing where this conversation would be going.
"What are you doing?" he quietly asked, his head slightly leaning on one side. Â
"I was watching a movie."Â
You immediately saw a shadow pass in his dark eyes and felt a familiar pain ring in your chest. You couldn't live with disappointing both your father and Jacob. Worse, you couldn't live with the pity in their eyes. If only the bad dreams could stay away.Â
"What are you doing," you finally asked, a bit more roughly than you had intended.
He hesitated, sensing you had been offended in some way. "I just did a quick run around the perimeter, but then I saw the light open and just wanted to make sure you were okay."
Your expression softened at the concern painted on his handsome face. Fear did make you more on edge, but you knew Jacob had done nothing to deserve that anger. You sighed before plopping down on your bed.
"That's very nice of you, but I am okay. I just didn't feel tired yet."Â
You felt adamant about telling him of the return of the paranoia. You were already so disappointed in yourself. You couldn't even muster the bravery to be in your room alone at night. What would it even do if you told him the truth? It felt so shameful to ask again for his help, to ask him to watch over you while you were sleeping. Just because, like a child, you were afraid of the dark and the beasts it hid. You were instantly relieved when he gave you a suspicious glance as if he might believe your lie. You gave him your best smile, trying to prove how relaxed you were. You only wanted to chase the worries away from his chocolate eyes.Â
That could have worked if only the sound of your house creaking under a strong gust of wind and a branch scratching on your window hadn't made you flinch so damn hard.Â
Jacob's gaze hardened over your tense figure. You expected him to make a comment, to confront you. As you waited anxiously for the ax to drop, he finally walked over to your bed, sat, and pointed to your television.
"May I join you then?"
You initiated him to one of your best comfort movies. It required absolutely no brain power and just helped you feel better. Always a good player, Jake obliged and even seemed to enjoy it. When you were done, you spent another hour just chatting about nothing and everything. You tried hiding your clock from his sight and hoped he wouldn't notice time flying away, but sadly, there wasn't much your figure could hide from his wolfish sight.
"It's getting late. I should probably go," He muttered after an hour of mindless chatting. His dark eyes fixed on your features, you faced each other, forearms tucked under your head while you lay on your side. You couldn't help your shoulders and jaw from tensing up at his words. The happiness and carelessness he had brought you vanished as if it never occurred. Fear crept up in your belly at the thought of being alone in the dark again.Â
You gave him a tight smile as you nodded. He hesitantly got up, giving you another weird look. You barely registered it, too focused on avoiding falling into a panicked state. He walked to the window, and as you thought he was about to leave, he turned around on a whim.
"I really don't understand you. Even in this state, you won't ask for my help?"Â
His outburst surprised you and unintentionally made you recoil at the swift motion. He sighed deeply, "Please don't look at me like this. I want to understand. Why don't you want my help?" he repeated, annoyance rippling in waves from his body.
"I- I'm not sure what you're talking about," you responded, determined to hang on to the shred of dignity you had left.
He let out a sarcastic laugh. It was dry and reeked of disdain towards this fluke you were trying to fool him with. "Stop playing Y/n. You reek of fear."Â
His words were like a punch in the gut. You felt shame hitting you as you realized how stupid you had been.Â
"See? Your reaction only confirms what I already knew. What I don't understand is why you insist on facing this alone. You can always call me, and I will always come through for you. Have I not proven that?"Â
"You did, but it's not your responsibility to fix me. To fix this."
"Not my responsibility?" he scoffed. He turned around while dragging his hand through his hair. He was a mix of so many emotions you couldn't pinpoint what was brewing in his brain. He stayed silent for so long that you thought he would leave you like this. You were about to add something when he raised his voice. "I would give everything to go back to that night. To be there by your side. Maybe you wouldn't have to go through that, or at least I would have been the one to rip to shreds that bloodsucker." Flames of rage danced in his eyes while you stood speechless, gawking at him.Â
You were at a loss for words. You had seen Jake in many different states in your friendship, but he never looked so conflicted. Anger and sadness seemed to be battling out the right to overpower him. For a rare moment, he looked incredibly vulnerable. He was back to being that innocent teenager you had always known. You approached, unsure whether that would make him lash out, but he stayed put, his eyes fixed on the ground. You knew Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you. What you didn't know is that he tortured himself with it. Your heart ached at the thought, and any frustration you had felt up to this point melted.
Softly, you grabbed his hand. "Jacob, look at me."
When he finally turned around and lifted his gaze, tears hung on to the line of his long lashes. The sight of it made your throat close up.Â
"Why won't you let me care for you," he whispered, inches from you.Â
His gaze was so deep and carried a tsunami of emotions. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed his face. Both of your hands cradled his soft and warm skin. You saw goosebumps creep up his muscled arms, mirroring the one on yours. Bringing his forehead to your own, you took a deep breath.
"I don't want to be a burden."
Saying the words that'd been ringing in your head for so long felt almost exhilarating while also being incredibly relieving. Contrary to the belief of your messed up head, the world didn't end or break in two once the thought left your lips.Â
"I've always thought you were such an incredible person and couldn't help but always want to be better for you. Ever since you phased, that feeling only got more intense. You've evolved so much in the past few months, and I'm still old me. When I got attacked, it was the most horrible experience of my life, but it also reinforced that concept. I couldn't even walk from yours to Emily's cabin without being attacked. The boys had to risk their lives to save me. I didn't even get one scratch, and still, I'm afraid of the dark. I'm afraid to sleep alone. I'm afraid if I let my guard down for one second... it'll happen again. Which means that I'll either die or be a burden for you guys once more because I can't even defend myself against something like that. You're already so good to me. I don't want to add this to your list of things to worry about."Â
Your eyes stayed closed even after you finished and controlled your breathing again. Saying it aloud was incredible, but to open your eyes to face his reaction felt nerve-racking. You were about to when a strong pair of arms wrapped around you.Â
"You are not and will never be a burden to me." His tone was soft and felt a little strangled. In your dimly lit little room, while the rest of the world was in a peaceful slumber, Jacob's words felt like the only thing that mattered.
He pulled back after a moment but still held you close. "I don't know what gave you the impression that you were a burden. If it ever was something I did, I want to apologize."
"I remember so vividly the look on your face when the boys brought me back to the cabin. You had the same disappointed expression as you have just now. I promise I'm trying to heal as fast I can, but this... this is harder than I thought it would be."
Confusion was now the only emotion on his face, clear as day. "Disappointed? Y/n, I never was disappointed. It was the worst, terrifying, shit your pants kind of fear I've ever felt. It's agony to know you're so ridden with fear. I was disappointed to learn that tonight was still hard for you, not because I think you're not healing fast enough, but because I hoped I finally helped you feel better. I feel so bad you have to live with these memories for your whole life. I just wish I could make them disappear."Â
That's when you understood the slim difference between disappointment and defeat. One was channeled towards you, and the other wasn't. For Jacob, it had always been directed at himself.
"Jacob, you're the only one who makes me breathe a little easier. You're the only reason I slept soundly last night." A new light illuminated his eyes. You steadied yourself before you continued, your tone slightly hushed. "You've always had that specific calming effect on me. You're the only person who makes things better for me. Ever since we were kids. I have always felt safe with you. You're like my personal haven."Â
It felt like a big thing to say, but you wanted that sadness to leave his face. You wanted his eyes to be filled with light again, and somehow, it felt right to tell him about all this. He spent so much time worrying about everything and everyone. He deserved to know how appreciated he was. He deserved to know what he meant to you.
Emotion thickened the air. So much so that it felt like you couldn't breathe just right. Your hands slid from his cheeks delicately. You placed one at the nape of his neck while the other grabbed the top of his hair. "Jake, I don't think you even understand how much you mean to me."
Time stood still for a moment. Your eyes focused on each other, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.
 "Y/n, I-" his eyes held something heavier. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something before deciding better of it. It almost looked like it cost him to try and get the words out. He gave up in a huff, and whatever was in his gaze, whatever he thought about, vanished. Some part of you wanted to push him, to ask, but tonight had been a rollercoaster enough. You could let it go for now. He pulled you in for another hug before releasing you a little.
"So, now that we've established that you are not a burden." he started softly.
"And that this is in no way your fault," you added with a grin.Â
He rolled his eyes, "Uhm. Can you tell me what you actually need? I can stay here with you if you want."
You felt a pang of your old fears scratch at your heart, but you let them all go in one breath. "I would very much like that."
You tucked yourselves in bed for the second night in a row. You hesitated to turn off the light, but always so observant, Jacob assured you it didn't bother him to keep it open. You lay side by side in silence. You were focused on becoming familiar with the ordinary and hazardous sounds an old house made at night when Jacob started to whisper.
"I know you think you aren't as fearless as us, but I can assure you everyone in our tribe thinks you are the bravest person they've ever met. Not many people would feel comfortable hanging out with a bunch of new werewolves."Â
"Brave or totally crazy," you added while making a wicked-looking face. His eyes disappeared in his bright smile, and you wished you could snap a picture of it.Â
"No, but really, you're the only one who stayed by my side all throughout my phasing process. No matter how dangerous it was for you. If that's not the definition of bravery, I don't know what is." He turned pensive again while his gaze darkened.
You unwillingly recalled the phasing process of Jacob. All the terrible memories flashed before your eyes. His screams of pain still rang in your ears. You remember distinctly every time you wished to take his place. If you could have taken away some of his pain, you would have in an instant. The least you could do was stay by his side no matter what. You had to fight with Billy and the rest of the pack, but in the end, even they couldn't keep you away. No one could have.
You slid into his arms, and his body tensed under the new touch before quickly relaxing to envelop you in a tight embrace.Â
"I would never leave you alone," you mumbled in his chest. "I know you like to have this strong and impressive appearance, but inside, you're still the same little Jacob I've always known. I know you need me."
You lightly pressed your lips onto his chest and nuzzled farther into him. Fireworks were exploding in the boy's chest as he returned the gesture with a kiss on your head.
"And Jake?"
"Uhm?"
"Don't think I didn't notice you wanted to tell me something important earlier. For tonight, it's okay, but we'll have to talk about that."
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(They Fungus universe)
Tw: Yandere, sexual themes, threesomes
Do they allow others to join them in intercourse?
The leaders are forced to share you, but that doesn't mean they have to breathe the same air as the others in your presence. Some don't mind having others in their special moments while some truly despise such a concept.
Who truly could care less:
The Priest literally shares you with his wife while he goes down on you, so yeah, he doesn't mind a few other souls being added to the mix. As long as they seem worthy enough. The Cannibal really doesn't find enough reasons in his shriveled sanity to mind another presence during your acts.
Ehhh, maybe?:
Doppelganger, can do stuff in front of others. Maybe fuck you while others drown in lust or jealousy. The Illusionist doesn't mind showing you off but the Doppelganger seems to not want you to be touched by others so they'll listen to him.
Fuck no:
Poison, The Liar, and The Eye in the Sky, all have certain views of having others join you in intimacy. They find it disgusting, a waste of time, or overall distasteful. So no, just no.
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How'd This Happen?! Pt.2
Holy- I wasn't expecting everyone to like this; But thanks for the support! Please enjoy this part two of the story!
You stared at the now knocked out Razor. You maybe shouldn't have used a mix of Geo and Electro to knock him out... Now you felt bad, Razor wasn't one of your mains, but you did max out friendship with him. Wait a damn minute... What if this is like that one idea you read on Tumbler?! Where the higher Friendship the character had a better chance of recognizing you! That would give you at least one or two safe people per Nation!!
You're getting off track.. You shake your head and walk over to Razor, and sniff him, you couldn't rely on your human form since, one you didn't have clothes, and two you didn't want to mess up anything; After all... You liked being free and chaotic.
You huff and headbutted Razor, as hard as you could do. It didn't wake him up, but it left a bruise on him. You nudged him, to no avail.
Now how were you gonna fix this... Razor most likely had someone with him, and if they find Razor they'll find you; A black cat with a moon marking on your head, braided fur, blue, silver, and gold paint on you, and a Hilichurl mask on your side...
(The mask wouldn't work on your face, you couldn't see through it, and it was still too big even after the Hilichurls made it so small.)
Yea, this could risk you, but. What's gonna happen? You were starting to get bored now... So a chase would be fun... But you rather not, what if they realized you were the real deal? You didn't want to stay still. But you were starting to dislike the False on the throne.
Actually, you kinda wanted to punch her in the face now... But you'll let them rule for longer. You needed to wake up Razor or move him somewhere. Maybe Cyro would wake him up...
You take a deep breath and gently nuzzle Razor's neck, the boy in question still doesn't wake up. Now, you felt pretty bad about that... Maybe you shouldn't use two elements to knock someone out- A noise behind you, sounding like a person made you panic.
Without thinking, you swirl around and bite someone's leg, Electro bursts once you make contact and the person hits the ground... You let go and freeze... You knocked out Bennett...
Damn it..
You felt bad now... You dragged them into the forest mainly because you didn't want anyone to see them passed out, nor did you like the idea of leaving the to the Hilichurls... So, they were tied to a tree(with a lot of vines), but they're awake, and not every happy... Bennett's eyes fell onto you, "Erm.. H- hey there... Can you help us?"
Holy shit!! He talked to a cat?
You snorted, turning and walking off. "Hey!" "S- Stupid Weird Smelling Cat!"
After a few minutes, you found where you wanted to go.. But you hoped this wouldn't be a game of Dog and Cat... You found a clearing which hopefully was- HOLY SHIT HE'S A TITAN!!
You stared at the huge Blizzard God- Wait, can you still call Andrius a Blizzard god?
You tilt your head and look at him as he speaks, "What's a tiny cat doing here, where you could be hurt?" He had a teasing tone to it... You were confused, but shapeshifted into a wolf to properly speak to him.
"Sup?" You basically greet him, like he wasn't the literal Wolf of the North, the man who embodied wolves. He seemed amused with your antics.
"Soo... Why aren't you shocked?" You asked him, both confused and happy to speak to someone.
Andrius hums, "As a creature of Teyvat, I am connected to the land... I can realize when the Creator stands before me." You tried processing that but gave up. "So... Can you just help me with something real quick...? I can't turn into my human form right now and I need a bit of help..." You ask, somewhat nervously.
Thirty minutes later, you had brought the giant wolf to where Bennett and Razor are. Both looked horrified at the fact that you a tiny cat, summoned one of the Four Winds... You loved it.
Andrius helped you with getting the vines off of the two explorers. Though while they were shocked, you took the chance to leave after thanking Andrius.
You had no regrets... But now you wanted to meet the other Four Winds...
#sagau x reader#sagau impostor au#self aware genshin#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin impact#Cat Creator#sagau brainrot#resident-cryptid#razor genshin impact#bennett genshin impact#The Four Winds#reader is not called y/n#reader is not traveler#creator reader#shapeshifter
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Under Her Desk NSFW
Larissa Weems x fem reader
Summary: Itâs been a long day at work and you just needed to let off some steam. You head to Larissaâs office to go have some wine like you normally do. However, no one knows your supposed to be there. Larissa shoved you under her desk when someone comes in to have a chat with her. What a silly idea that was
Warnings: fingering, pinning, teasing, cunnilingus, sensual, humiliation, dirty talk, shifted cock, aftercare, smut
Requests open
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The end of the school day was always your favourite especially on a friday night because that is when you get to see Larissa. After a long working day you would normally head back to your room which was on site. From there you would normally do some writing which always helps you relax. You enjoyed writing fanfics about your favourite actress.
After about an hour you would normally then spend another hour just listening to music while you get ready for the evening. You recently created a Spotify playlist called the Eraâs Tour. You have added the whole setlist from the Taylor Swift Eraâs tour including all the surprise songs she has performed so far.
After then spending an hour listening to music and sorting yourself out for bed you would then go have dinner before spending the rest of the evening watching your favourite movies and series. The series you were watching at the moment was a series called Chucky which is about a serial killer who transferred his soul into a doll. It was a good series which you recommend.
However things changed for you one day after you had finished a one to one meeting with Larissa. She asked you if you had any plans for the rest of the evening, to which you told her that you were just going to go to your room and chill like you normally do after work. Of course Larissa didnât like the sound of such a boring evening so she invited you to her office for a glass of wine later that evening.
From that moment every Friday evening you would make your way to Larissaâs office for a glass of wine and a good old chat about the week the both of you have had. It was quite enjoyable and as time went on so did the types of activities the two of you shared. It started out with the two of you just chatting and drinking but you started to develop feelings for the tall beauty.
So one night you decided to see how far things would go and you told her that you liked her more than just a friend. That night you ended up sleeping together and now the two of you have been together for just over 8 months. It still didnât feel real that you were dating such an amazing person.
However the two of you did decide that you would keep your relationship a secret for a little while. You didnât want your colleagues thinking you were getting special treatment from the boss and even after the 8 months of being together the two of you still meet up every Friday for a glass of wine and to chat about the week the two of you have had.
So you were currently packing up your classroom so you could then head down to Larissaâs office. When you arrived outside of the large oak doors you knocked your secret knock before waiting for Larissa to invite you in. You never wanted to just barge in because sometimes her meetings run late and you would never want to interrupt them.
Plus at least if you knocked if she was in a meeting the person wouldnât start questioning you about why you just invited yourself in. Not even five seconds later you hear Larissa call for you to come in. You opened the door to see just Larissa sitting at her desk with two glasses of wine already poured for the both of you.
You walked over to Larissa helping yourself to one of the glasses before taking a sip. You definitely did enjoy Larissaâs choices in red wines. âHey babe, how have you been today?â you asked her as you perched yourself on her desk. âItâs been alright darling, just writing up the report from the incident that happened on outreach day. I know it has something to do with Wednesday but I just canât seem to prove that she had something to do with itâ she sighed before taking a sip of her wine.
âI swear that a child always seems to be up to something and is always the centre of attention when it comes to these types of incidents. Iâm sure she will cock up one day so you are actually able to prove that you were rightâ you chuckled slightly trying to get her to crack a smile which you managed to achieve.
Larissa and Wednesday seem to have a love-hate relationship at the moment. Larissa deeply cares for Wednesday but Wednesday seems to be trying her hardest to get to her last nerve. Larissa doesnât want to have to be so harsh on any of her students but if they keep pushing her to her wits end then there will be consequences.
âEnough about me, how has your day been?â she asked you while closing her laptop to give you all her attention. âIt was alright. Just been teaching and marking papers so nothing too exâŚâ
BANG, BANG, BANG
You turned to look at the door before looking back to Larissa. âAre you expecting anyone?â you whispered to Larissa. âNo I am notâ she whispered to you. âWho is it?â Larissa then called out. âItâs Marilyn, would I be able to have a quick word if you're not busyâ Marilyn shouted from the otherside of the door.
âQuick get under my desk I canât have Marilyn know you're in here, she will get suspiciousâ she whispered before shoving you under her desk. She then handed your glass of wine to you so Marilyn didnât question why she had two glasses of wine when she was the only one in the room. âCome inâ Larissa then shouted to Marilyn.
This was humiliating! Why did you have to hide under the desk? It was at times like this you wished everyone knew that the two of you were dating but you knew better to rush things. Therefore you sat patiently under her desk sipping on your drink and eavesdropping on the conversation.
âSo I have some concerns about Wednesday,â you heard Marilyn say to Larissa. Of course this conversation would be about Wednesday and you already knew that Larissa wasnât in the best mood at the moment due to her. You also knew that Larissa most probably doesnât even want to hear her name so you decided to cheer her up the only way you could at the moment.
You placed your hand on her bare calf and started to gently stroke up her leg. You were quite surprised she had foregone her stockings which she normally wore. At least this will make things a little easier. As you let your hands wander up her legs you started to leave small little kisses along the inside of her legs.
You heard her gasp slightly which she then covered up with a cough. âAre you alright Larissa?â you heard Marilyn ask. âUmm yeah, Iâm fine, just had a little tickle in my throat which I needed to clearâ Larissa responded. All you could do was smirk at her lie. As your hands travelled further Larissa slowly spread her legs which gave you access to everything.
You continued to press feather-like kisses up the inside of her legs before finally reaching her core. You knew she was turned on from this as there was a damp patch on her panties. You continued to leave sweet kisses over the top of her panties. You knew this was going to drive her wild and all she would be thinking is when will Marilyn leave?
You carefully moved Larissaâs underwear so they were now out of your way before latching onto her clit which you sucked on and traced with perfect little patterns that you knew Larissa enjoyed. You knew this would drive her wild and it wonât be long before she can no longer keep her cries and whimpers in.
âSo what are we going to do about Wednesday Larissa?â Marilyn asked her. Larissa was trying her best to hold in her cries and moans. What a stupid idea to hide you under her own desk. âUmm.urr.. Iâm not too sure at this moment in time. I..I need to have a word with We..Wednesday before I take any further actionâ Larissa managed to get out.
âAre you feeling ok?â Marilyn asked, concerned that her boss wasnât able to compose a simple sentence without stuttering. âOhh..Iâm fine Iâm just not feeling that great. I think maybe I need to go for a lay downâ Larissa managed to say quite confidently. âOk no worries Larissa, I hope you feel better soonâ Marilyn said before leaving the room.
Larissa was quick to grab your head with her hand and push you further into her cunt forcing you to eat her out. You would die happy from suffocation. âFuck y/n, yes right there, please put your fingers in meâ Larissa finally moaned out. How could you deny her such things? You trailed your hand up her leg before lining two fingers up with the entrance of her pussy.
You slowly pushed your fingers in which slipped in with ease. âFuck baby, youâre soakedâ you moaned into her pussy. âYes, all for you baby. Now fuck me like a slutâ she moaned. Fuck she really knew how to turn you on as well. You slowly started to move your fingers inside of her before picking up the pace ever so quickly.
As you pounded her with your fingers you sucked harder on her clit. âFuck y/n, Iâm going to cum!â she moaned out. âYes baby! Cum for me! I want to be drunk off your cumâ you moaned. That was all it took before you felt Larissaâs walls clench around your fingers before she cried out from pleasure. âYes baby, donât stop, donât stop!â you moaned as she came all over your fingers.
You let Larissa ride out her orgasm before slowly pulling your cum covered fingers from out of her. You put them straight in your mouth, sucking them clean. âYou are in troubleâ Larissa said while standing up allowing you to crawl out from under the desk. âWhat? Why? I just made you cum and somehow Iâm in troubleâ you laughed ever so slightly.
âBecause my dear you did not have permission to touch me plus what if Marilyn had caught youâ she smirked. âWell I would put on a show for her. Iâm sure she would have loved to have stuck around to see who you belong toâ you moaned as you pinned Larissa to the nearby wall.
âAh I donât think so! Youâre done being in charge. Now itâs my turn to have my way with youâ Larissa moaned into your ear before flipping you both around so you were now the one with your back flat against the wall. âWhy donât we take this to the bedroomâ you whispered as you watched Larissa strip down in front of you.
âOh what a brilliant ideaâ Larissa purred once she had removed all her clothing. She then grabbed your hand leading you to the shared bedroom. She immediately pushed you onto the bed before stripping you of all your clothing.
You felt yourself shiver as the cool air hit your body. âAww is someone cold?â Larissa teased. âDonât worry my sweet girl. I will have you sweating in no timeâ she whispered once again into your ear before starting to leave a trail of kisses from your neck down your body.
You squirmed under her touch. You knew where you wanted her but you knew deep down that Larissa was going to take her sweet time getting there and that was just what she did. Larissa slowly kissed down your neck before paying attention to your breasts.
She immediately latched onto one of your nipples while her hand pinched the other. You arch your back out of pain and pleasure. She knew just how to turn you on. âFuck Larissa! Harder baby! Treat me like the slut I amâ you moaned. âOh donât worry baby, I will make sure you are fucked like the slut you areâ she moaned against your skin.
She continued to torture your nipples before slowly starting to make her way further down your body where you were desperate for her touch. She finally reached your throbbing core to which she left a small kiss on your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure. âPlease babyâ you moaned.
Larissa ran her finger up and down your slit brushing against your clit every so often âOh, you want me to pleasure you? Well all you have to do is ask babyâ she smirked. You knew she was up to something. âPlease Larissa! Please fuck meâ you moaned as the teasing intensivied.
âAh ah, that is no way to ask me to please you. Now what do you say?â she smirked as she looked up at you as she continued to run her finger through your folds. You had a thought as to what the right answer would be and then it came to you. âPlease mommy, please fuck me. Iâm desperate and I need your touchâ you moaned as you tried to buck your hips into her hand.
âThatâs better baby girlâ she moaned as she pushed one of her fingers in you as she latched onto your clit immediately. She knew just the way you liked it. She continued to add more fingers before she eventually had four fingers deep inside you as she continued to torture your clit with her tongue.
âFuck Larissa Iâm close! Please can I cum?â you practically screamed. âYes baby! Cum over these fingers! I want to taste every drop of cum that comes out of youâ she moaned as she kept up with her pace which only brought you closer and closer. âFuck baby Iâm cumming!â you screamed as you felt your walls clench around her fingers as you rode out your orgasm.
Larissa helped you ride off your orgasm as she lapped up all your juices. Once she knew that you had come down from your high she slowly pulled her fingers out of you which she put straight into her mouth. âMmm you taste amazing darlingâ she moaned as she sucked her fingers clean.
Larissa stood up and you couldnât help but stare at her growing member. âUhh babe?â you question. Had Larissa forgot to tell you something? You could have sworn you were eating her pussy out about half an hour ago.
âWhatâs the matter darlingâ she asked you, getting slightly concerned herself. âBabe you have a penis!â you told her not sure how to react. Larissa looked down at herself before quickly trying to cover herself up.
She sat down next to you clearly embarrassed about what had just happened. âIâm sorry babe. I should have told you. Iâm a shapeshifter and sometimes when Iâm really horny I lose control of my ability and this is normally the result. Let me go and sort this out as itâs harder for me to shift back when Iâm this hardâ she said smiling softly before standing up.
You grabbed her hand before pulling her back towards you. âI have a better ideaâ you smirked before getting down on your knees. You grabbed her cock before slowly wrapping your mouth around the tip. Larissa gasped at the sudden action before letting out a moan as you swirl your tongue around the tip of her cock.
You coated her in your saliva before taking her out of your mouth. âI want you inside meâ you moaned as you stood up. Larissa pushed you back onto the bed before lining herself up with your entrance. She slowly pushed herself inside of you, which you both let out a deep moan. Larissa allowed you to adjust to her size before she started to move inside you.
It didnât take long until she found that perfect pace that was bringing you both closer and closer to the edge. âFuck Rissa Iâm going to cum again! I want you to cum inside meâ you moaned as you wrapped your arms and legs around the tall beauty. That was all it took before you were both sent over the edge. You came first which caused Larissa to follow straight after.
You felt as her cum fill you up and it felt amazing as she continued to fuck it deeper inside of you. She finally came to a stop before pulling out of you. She watched as the cum oozed out of you. All you could do was lay there in post orgasmic bliss. Larissa was quick to stand up and head to the bathroom.
You ever so slightly sat up and watched as she walked back with a warm cloth. She had already shifted back. Just shows how desperate she was to cum. Larissa came over to clean you both up before she snuggled up next to you in bed. âGet some rest darling! I think I might have just fucked you dumbâ she laughed.
All you could do was mumble a response as she wasnât wrong. âGoodnight my sweet darling girl. Sweet dreams, I love youâ she smiled as she laid down next to you. âI love you tooâ you managed to mumble out before sleep finally overtook your body.
#gwendoline christie#gwendolineuniverse#fanfics#larissa weems#larissa weems x y/n#larissa weems smut#larissa weems x teacher#larissa weems x reader#larissa x reader#larissa x y/n#larissa x oc#larissa x you#smut#lesbian smut#lesbian#under her desk#secret relationship#shifted#shapeshifter
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a snake and a crow
morgie x gn! shapeshifter reader
summary: you can shape shift but your preferred shape is a crow. You form a close bond with him as a crow
warnings: crying
a/n: first (technically second) morgie fic. sorry for the cliffhanger but yes they are together now
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No one at school knew you could shape shift. You didnât even know until your mother told you a couple weeks ago. While you had transformed into different things your favourite was a crow. There was just something so fascinating about the bird.
You also liked the fact the you could spy on people. One day on your spying trips you noticed a boy sitting down by a tree. You perch onto a branch above him. You peer down to see him reading. Although the book he was reading looked like it belonged in a kindergarten you didnât really care.
He noticed you when he heard rustling in the leaves âOh hey crowâ he reached out his arm for you to perch on. You decided to do it better than just watching. When you landed he seemed amused and he started to glide his finger around your head âYouâre a cute crow you know that, I wish I could keep you but you belong in the wildâ when he said that a wicked idea popped in your head.
For the next couple of weeks you followed him around as a crow. Every time he saw you he would smile, even if his day had been terrible. He would talk to you about his day and sometimes feed you bird feed (that he bought just for you)
When exam weeks started to inch closer you put a halt on your crow shenanigans instead using your free time to study. Every time you passed him in the hallway he would look more and more sad.
One day you found him sitting at the tree crying being comforted by hook. Being the slightly caring person you are you went to check on him âIs everything alright, I heard cryingâ Morgie dug his head further into his knees âHis pet crow hasnât visited in a couple days, heâs just worriedâ Hook reassured you.
As you walked off you couldnât help but feel bad. At first this was your plan to get back at him for being mean to so many people. But after spending time with him you realised heâs not that mean.
You transformed back into a crow and flew down next to him and hook. He lifted his head when he felt you walk over his foot. He sniffled but smiled when his friend had returned âYou came backâ he held you in his hand and brought you close to his chest âI love you crowâ he placed a small kiss on your forehead and waved as you flew away
When you transformed back you were flustered cheeks bright pink. The next day you found him in the forest. The previous night you had decided to finally tell him or rather show him your true form. When he stopped at the lake he sat down and left his arm out for you to perch on.
You instead landed on the ground âYouâre acting different today crow, everything alright?â You decided then and there you were going to transform. You mustered up all the courage you had and transformed.
He was shocked to say the least, taken aback by the sudden appearance of a human. He kept stuttering in his speech âY-youâre a human, what?â You laughed a little âYeah, sorry for uh not telling you soonerâ You had expected him to have ran away yet he stayed âAs much as I love you as a crow I think I like you better as a humanâ You look at him confused âWhat?â This time he laughed âDo you want to go out with me?â
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Concept of (new?) AU: Bestiary of Fae, the world where technology and magic meet together unexpectedly. The mysterious fae shapeshifter and all creatures visit the world of mortals from the fae world. Two robot brothers find the mysterious fae and try everything to find a way to catch all mystical creatures and bring them back to the fae world.
Itâs just an idea nothing special
Close up view:
Portrait and her forms (some parts of it):
Fiadh wears Moonâs jacket:
Sun and Fiadhâs first meet:
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Tw: neglectful parents/ child neglect, survivors guilt, testing on a child, readerâs skin turns blue.
Authorâs note: my Dc obsession might be getting out of hand.Â
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Just like Spider, you were to young to go back to earth with your parents. Since you couldnât go, they decided to stay behind to be with you and to continue their research. You grew up with Spider in the lab, running around causing some trouble. You also grew up knowing the Sully kids, since they were basically kids your age, but a different species. You all didnât care about that, you just wanted to hangout with them. Majority of the time, your parents had been busy to take care of you, the one to take care of you was Spiderâs foster mother, it hurt seeing that you had your parents but they paid you no attention.Â
That day you had been playing hide and seek with the Sully kids, you had hid in a tree, but what you didnât know was that the tree had Prolemuris living their. You had spotted one, looking at you, your curiosity got the best of you. So you tried to pet it, but the animal bit you on the arm instead. When you returned back home, you didnât tell anyone about the bite. Three days had passed, you were filling sick, the one who had noticed was Norm, another scientist who also watched over you. He had taken you to your parents, as soon as they saw your condition they knew it was bad. They got to work right away, but their was a problem, their was no cure to this or vaccination, so they had to take some risks. They began to experiment on you to save your life, the experiments saved your life, but they also had other results. You were able to breath the toxic air of Pandora, your parents thought it was amazing.Â
Your parents needed to collect some samples, and since you havenât been outside in days, they brought you along. Everything was fine but then a Thanator came out of nowhere and decided to make your parents its meal for that day. While your father distracted the Thanator, your mother had ran with you and hid you in some bushes, then left to go get your father. It has been a while, until it got dark and you began to cry. Luckily some hunters from the village, had been walking by and they found you, then they took you back to Jake explaining that they found you in some bushes alone. When Jake asked you what happened, you had told him everything. Neytiri knew that your parents had been long gone, no one can survive a Thanator unless theyâre lucky, they werenât lucky.
When you had found out what happened to your parents, you felt horrible, you felt as if it was your fault that they were gone. You wished you could of done something to save them, it should of been you instead of them, you were a burden to them after all. As time passed so did the years, even after all those years, you still felt as if it was your fault. Norm has become your full guardian, since he was the one to take care of you growing up. Unlike your parents he had been their for you, so he took full responsibility for you. When you had turned 13, your skin had turned blue, no one could explain why, but it was believed that it must of been from both the Prolemuris and the other experiments your parents performed.Â
When you had turned 15, things had changed, you donât remember how it happened. You got the ability to turn into animals both from earth and Pandora.
You were just outside chilling around the trees, until you saw a Hexapede nearby, then out of no where your form had changed into the creature. You couldnât explain how or why, you just did.Â
To test out your ability some more, you got a book that belonged to your parents. It was animal book from earth. As you looked through the pages, you had began to turn into each animal that you saw, it was amazing, now you wanted to show the Sully kids.
You had turned into a tiger to run faster, one thing that you notice was that the animals youâd turn into were still blue like your skin. You continued to run until you reach their hut.
Tuk had ben the one to see you first before anyone else, she had got closer to you, seeing that she was curious. Neytiri saw Tuk interact with an animal she had never seen, she was about to freak out.
But then you had turn back into a human, seeing the shock expression on Neytiri, Jake, and the other Sully siblings while Tuk looked at you amazed. She then asked if you could turn into another animal, this time you turned into a lion. Tuk had been stunned, seeing this earth animals.
Then the other siblings came in asking questions on how youâre able to do that and other stuff. You had told them you had no Idea that it just happened.
Just like Tuk, they had began to ask you to turn into other animals. They were amazed to see that can turn into many things. You had turned into a Banshee, a thanator, again a hexapede and others.Â
Jake and Neytiri watched while having a private conversation with each other. They had never seen anyone do this sort of thing. Jake had assumed it must have happened when you being experimented to save your life.Â
Jake had a talk with you all that youâre new ability wasnât a toy since no one really knows what youâre capable off. After that little talk, you, The Sullys and Spider went off see what else you could do.Â
They had wanted to see if you could fly first, so you had turned into a parrot. At first you were nervous since you had never flown before.
With Tukâs help, you were standing on her hand then jumped out of her hand, flapping your wings. The first few time you had fallen, but the other times you had began to get the hang of things.Â
Loâak then had the idea for you to turn into a banshee and try flying. At first you didnât want to since the Bansheeâs were bigger animals, but you did so anyway.
You all had gone to a cliff, it was high, but of anything their was water down below, so if anything you can turn into a fish or something. Once in the Banshee form you jumped off the cliff.
The Sullys and Spider got worried that you werenât coming up, until you did. You had been flying around them, seen their faces full of shock.
That whole day had been fun, testing your new powers. When you had gone back to the lab, you continued to test out your abilities in your room. You had done big animals already, now you wanted to test small animals. Lizards, bugs, cats and dogs. What you loved turning into the most was a Thanator, you didnât understand why but you just liked turning into the big cat like creature that the Naâvi feared.
Ever since you were able to turn into a Banshee, Spider would beg you let him ride you, so that he could feel like a true naâvi. You had told him no multiple times since he had been asking since that day you had flown. That day you both had gone to see the Sullys, the older siblings wanted to fly their Ikrans, Tuk had asked you if you could turn into one for her to ride, which you did. It offended Spider since he had been asking you non stop. Once you had turned into a banshee, Neteyam had put a saddle on your back so that Tuk could be able to hang into.
The Sullys, you and Spider went flying around. Spider had got on Loâak Banshee, still upset that you didnât let him ride you. Tuk was having the time of her life, being able to be on a Banshee. It wasnât almost the real thing but then she had wanted to fly an Ikran on her own with out having her mom or dad with her. Tuk saw this as a way to get ready when it would he her turn to get her own. For the rest of the day Spider did not talk to for the rest of the day. You didnât care honestly. He was being dramatic.
The next day you and Spider went to see the Sullys, just the last few days, you continued to test out your animals.
Today you would be testing underwater animals, when you got to the pond, firstly you turned into fish, then you had turned into an alligator. Scaring the fuck out of Spider, making everyone laugh.
Tuk was loving every bit of it, she loved seen the animals you could turn into. When you had turned into a tiger, like before she got on your back while you swam around the pond.Â
When youâd come by, Tuk would always ask you if you could turn into a tiger, youâd also play with her while on your tiger since she loved it.Â
Ever since that day, you had loved seeing other happy. You had made it your mission to make others happy, it didnât matter how, you just wanted for everyone to be happy.
It had started with jokes, when you saw that Loâak had a bad day due to his father, you wanted to cheer him up by telling him jokes, some were bad but you saw how he had began to smile.Â
It made you feel good seen that you got Loâak to laugh, you somewhat knew how it was like to be set a side by your parent/s, but you had wanted him to know that you were with him.
Kiri hated when youâd tell her terrible jokes or pick up lines, but you knew that she liked them, you did not miss the small laugh when she tried keeping a serious face.Â
Same with Neteyam, but he wouldnât hide his laughter, he just burst out laughing until his eyes watered. You knew the pressure he was under due to being the oldest and the next leader of the clan.
You knew those where in an important role, but having fun was also important.Â
Tuk loved it when you talked as an animal, she wouldnât get your jokes right away until you had to explain them to her, once explain sheâd laugh until her stomach hurt.
While others were happy, it made you feel better seen that you could make them smile or laugh.
Even after all those years, you still felt guilty for not being able to save your parents from a Thanator, for a while you felt as if you couldnât do anything.
When you had began to tell your jokes or just be goofy around other who had been feelings down it felt good seen others happy or just have a good time.
That mattered to you more than your own happiness.Â
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Introducing Harumu the Homewrecker
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âThe Demon Childhood Friendâââ Pt. 1 ââ
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(Y/n) - Six years old
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"Hey! Why are you sitting there all alone?"Â
The movement of your legs stalled on the swing as you peered up through your hair. You hadn't expected two boys to appear in front of you like a flash of lightning.Â
One of them had leaned down while tilting his head of light bubblegum pink hair. It was long, pulled into a high ponytail with bangs that split in the middle over his pale forehead. He observed your small stature sitting on the swing with otherworldy optics like he held the ocean in his iris.Â
His eyes were doe-like and hooded, gracing him with a curious, youthful face that probably won over the hearts of young and old women. Lastly, before you diverted your attention away, you observed the golden halo hovering above his head.
The one beside him was a lot shorter and appeared apathetic as if he were annoyed to be here at the park. He had rather dark, woolly blond hair with nice curls that were longer by the back of his head. Even as he kept his small body at an angle, looking off into the distance, you were still able to see the vibrant scarlet colors in his iris'.Â
Small angled eyes with long dark lashes could have had him mistaken for female if it were not for his facial features or body. Interestingly enough, unlike his counterpart, a pair of crystal-like horns sprouted from the top of his head.Â
They were small, too, like little baby horns of a goat. It would be blind of you not to mention their set of wings, one a soft fluff of white feathers hidden beneath a long-sleeved shirt. The other, dark, leather in texture and featherless, curled inwards behind his back.
"Mom and Dad were arguing again." You murmur while dropping your small hands that held onto the chain on top of your lap.Â
The angel boy raised his brow as his small lips formed into an o-shape. "Ah! You're the new girl that just moved in next to mine!" He stuck out his hand and offered it as he grinned boyishly. "I'm Javan, and this is my bestfriend Zagan. He also lives just down the street."Â
You stared at his rather thin fingers for a moment before reaching for it with a bleak expression. Yet once your skin touched him, your entire stomach became a ball of heated lava, and the cynical emotions running rampant in your young mind became non-existent.Â
The dark thoughts omitted from your mentality...it all became so clear.Â
"What's your name?" Javan questioned as he held your hand firmly while that bright grin remained on his face.Â
You had to swallow thickly before you could answer. "(Y/n)...I'm (Y/n)."Â
"Nice to meet you!" He beamed before looking over at the demon boy. "Why don't we include (Y/n) into the group!? You know we kids need to stick together!"Â
Zagan glanced at you for a moment before sighing and crossing his arms over this sweater. He didn't speak; probably didn't want another person to come into their already-established friendship and steal his best friend.Â
It was understandable.Â
"Oh, Zagan agrees! Then help me push her!" Before you could reply, Javan and Zagan appeared behind you and began pushing your back on the swing.Â
It didn't take long for you to start moving. Creaking reverberated around the park as the setting sun painted the sky with molten gold.Â
The wind rushing past your ear felt exhilarating, your heart skipping a beat as the sensation of your stomach dropping provoked tingling sensations to surge through your body.Â
You had never gotten so high, so high that you can touch the clouds. It felt like you could finally do it... as if you could finally flutter away on a pair of wings.Â
Weightless, feather-like, you could fly away anywhere but here.Â
One of your arms stuck out to the dimming sky. You wanted to grasp that warmness and hold it close to your heart, never to let it go ever again.
And for a moment, it felt like you were doing it. Until the air swooshed past your ear, and your body was descending swiftly.Â
"(Y/n)!"
The darkness of night took over as the lamps flashed with murky color.Â
And the chill ate you alive until you were swathed in that same lava-like heat from before. Your eyes drifted from the sky to Javan's face, who held you firmly.
His wings had torn from his clothes to beat in the air as he slowly descended until he kneeled and sat you down on the tire chips.Â
"Are you okay?" He questioned you, face full of worry, ocean blue eyes filled with dread.Â
The words felt caught in your throat.Â
A burning sensation sprouted in your chest, and it took everything in you not to cry. But when Zagan ambled over to kneel on the other side of your figure and lightly touched your shoulder, you felt overwhelmed.Â
So you cried and bawled and wailed so hard that you were choking on air. Your face burned, the heat on your cheeks and ears hot like the burner on the stove.Â
Wet tears fell as though they were never-ending, wetting your face and drenching your top. An ache so tense and strained gripped at your heart, squeezing to where you felt lightheaded.Â
Zagan and Javan hadn't said a word as they kneeled by your side and let you cry your heart out.Â
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(Y/n) - Ten years old
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A tap resonated from your window as you hid beneath your comforter, reading the superhero comic book with a rather bulky flashlight.Â
You had ignored it, mouthing the words on printed paper to yourself to practice your pronunciation. Turning the page, your lips parted to speak, and yet another tap at your window startled your movement.Â
For a moment, you sat in silence, hearing it again before thrusting the blanket overhead. It was hot and stuffy under the covering that once you were out, the chilly breeze of the central air rose goosebumps over your skin.Â
You nearly tripped, scooting off your bed and running over to your window. Kneeling over the cushioned bench, you forced it open to stick your head out.Â
Zagan and Javan hovered in the air of your second-story house with their wings. They've grown a lot since you first met them; well, the pink-haired one grew the most.
He grew taller, his limbs longer, and his hair, tied in a high ponytail, reached the small of his back. His halo now pulsated brightly with the pure white aileron's lengthier, far longer than the length of a car.
Zagan, on the other hand, remained the shortest, shorter than you. He still had a lot of baby fat on his cheeks that were framed by his golden curls that grew longer, reaching his shoulders. Though, if something had grown, it had to have been his leathery bat-like wings that extended to such a length that you were surprised it was not getting stuck in the tree branches.Â
"Baby girl!" The angel boy greeted as he smiled brightly and fluttered his white feathered wings.
That nickname used to be an insult because of how you cried your eyes out when they first met you. But then they both casually referred to you by it since you liked to call them Angel Boy and Demon Boy.Â
When they call you it, you swear all your worries melt away, and you become a small little jewel that they cherish like a national treasure.Â
You felt special and valued, adored by people who didn't see fault in your every move.
Instead of responding back joyfully as you usually would, you crossed your arms and turned the other way. "I'm not talking to you two! Not after you guys got me grounded!" Your young adolescent voice expresses out.Â
The demon boy frowns while he twiddles his fingers behind his back with his batty aileron's twitching.
J had clicked his tongue and shrugged rather nonchalantly in his grey windbreaker. "You can't blame us forever, Baby! You were the one that wanted to fly to the satellite tower-"Â
You flung your head towards the angel while sneering. "Yeah, but you both were the ones that flew into the camera with the news reporter! When my dad saw it, he flipped and took away all my privileges! That's why I'm still grounded after three months!" Your response only spurs the young boy to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.Â
He could only grin and hope that bright smile he knew you loved would cheer you up. It was irritable how right he was. Although you were still upset, you wavered without even a fight.Â
Javan was just someone you couldn't be mad at, and Zagan as well. Not when the demon looked like he would faint when you would ignore him and vice versa for you with the angel.Â
"You guys are so lucky." You whine while sitting down on your bench and resting one of your arms on the windowsill. "Your parents never ground either of you."
The angel quirks a lopsided grin as he wags one of his fingers. "You can't get in trouble if they don't know~" His teasing remark spurs you to flick his forehead harshly.Â
He winces slightly while you train your attention to the ends of your hair. "Easy for you to say when your parents don't monitor everything you do like a hawk. They only just recently allowed me to be in my room by myself during the day..."Â
Zagan's scarlet red eyes flicker upwards to meet your gaze. "Sorry..." He whispers so softly that you almost miss it over the loud wooshing of the wind due to their flapping wings.Â
You parted your lips to speak, yet it was interrupted by a voice. "(Y/n)! Who are you talking to when you're grounded!?"Â
It was your father, and you could hear his heavy footsteps already stalking up the stairs.Â
"Crap!" Javan groans. The angel boy flew over to kiss your forehead before waving goodbye and flying over to his house next door.Â
You watched him glide so effortlessly away as the warmth on the spot he touched was mind-numbing and addicting.Â
Z glanced down at the ground for a second before shuffling for something in his pants pocket. Just as the footsteps arrived at your door, he placed something in the palm of your hand and whispered softly against your ear.Â
"I thought of you."Â
His soft, boyish voice rose the hair on the back of your neck.Â
The door squeaked open, and Z was gone like a flash of lightning. "Who said you could have your window open? Close it now." His voice is grating, pungent with authority as the man of the house.Â
"Yes, Dad." You responded immediately and slammed it shut. Your blood is running cold, a type of chill that burns bitterly.
His presence lingers, staring at the back of your head like you are little prey unable to escape its trap. Then there are his eyes, those cold, lifeless eyes.
You never liked seeing those words in the books. Cold...Lifeless...how can one look like that? But as you grew older, you became aware.Â
Nothing behind the eyes, empty and void of basic compassion. Or maybe he's only like that with you. Fathers know best for their daughters, right?
"Do you want more privileges to be taken away?" He questioned, which spurred you to immediately shake your head, gaze still situated on the wooden floor. "Should it be your bed or your books next?"Â
"N-No, please." Your voice was feeble, powerless like an injured animal. "I'm sorry."Â
His bulky body leans against the door frame while his arms crossed over his chest, and remains in silence. He lets the stillness unnerve you, the unknown of what is to come to scare you into compliance.Â
So he just stood there while you sat on the bench, cornered and head bowed.Â
The silence is so deafening. No, it's suffocating. As though quietness manifested into hands to grip your little neck and squeeze-
"Dad, the show's back on!" Your younger brother's voice cuts through the tension and gains the older man's attention.Â
He huffs audibly and finally speaks. "When I say you're grounded, that means you're being punished for disobeying." The man retorts. "Don't piss me off again." And with that, he grasps the door handle and slams it shut.Â
A hanging frame on the door tumbles from the force, with the walls of your room rattling. You don't move for a second, remaining stagnant to cease the quivering in your lips.Â
"I hate you." It seethes from your lips before you rub your eyes free of a burning sensation.Â
Now that you were alone, you allowed yourself to relax and unclench your fingers over the object Zagan had given you. What you come to see is a silver necklace with a small pendant. It's a pair of wings, silver and shiny, with something engraved on the smooth backside.Â
'My Favorite Girl'
How gorgeous. It brought a smile to your face as you ran your finger over the present. The metal and jewels felt cool to the touch.Â
You swiftly ran over to your vanity and chained the necklace around your throat like your life depended on it.Â
Often, it felt as though Zagan was annoyed with you, rarely ever speaking while looking disinterested. But sometimes...sometimes, he did things that brought a smile to your face.Â
Just like now.Â
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(Y/n) - Fourteen years old
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Javan settled down in the seat next to you as he placed one of his arms around the back of your neck. Your gaze rose from the school Chromebook while you smiled at the male.Â
The more he ages, the more he continues to grow. His limbs became lengthy, his pink bubblegum hair down to his knees, and all the youthful fat in his face graced him with a prominent jawline and hollowed cheekbones.
"Hey, you. I thought Mr. Voitier was going to keep you after class for not paying attention." You tease while reaching for an apple on your tray.Â
It's lunchtime during eighth grade; you had sat in the courtyard attempting to fix homework you made a mistake on before it was due.Â
The angel winks while wagging a finger. "Not some good 'ol persuasion couldn't help with." He states before sticking out his tongue.Â
You scoffed, pinching his tongue before wiping the saliva on a napkin. "Threatening to tell the school that he's being biased because he's a demon isn't going to work forever. Eventually, he's going to lose his patience."Â
J merely waves a hand, dismissing your words before he leans back in his seat. His ocean eyes peer over to your screen, which provokes a groan.Â
"Sh*t. I didn't even know that was homework."Â
"How did you not know? It literally says the due date at the top."Â
The angel shrugs, and you roll your eyes. "This cannot be a habit, you know." His gaze is burning against the side of your face, provoking little tingles to run up your spine. "Fine...Fine, you can copy." Once you spoke, he beamed so brightly that his halo pulsated almost blindly.Â
He's like the sun that you could have in your arms.Â
"You're a lifesaver! Mom would kick my a** if I got anything below an A." He expressed with his white wings fluttering behind his back.Â
He's so cute.Â
"Yeah, yeah. If you would just stop being lazy and forgetful, you'd never have to worry." As you return your gaze to the Chromebook, you catch a glimpse of dark wings and light hair.
Blinking, you tilt the screen down as you hone in on the background. It was Zagan, for sure. Â
You actually have not seen him around for a while now. He's always busy or off doing his own thing. Your parents do not trust you enough to have a phone, so it is not like you can just message him.Â
Often, you do see him around his house down the street, but in school, it's like he's a ghost.Â
Matching your sight, Javan stands up while unfortunately removing his arm from your shoulders. "Yo! Z, bud!"Â
Zagan's movement froze as he removed his earbuds and directed his attention to the wall of windows.Â
The demon boy was still the same as when he was years agoâchubby cheeks, short height, stick-like limbs, baby crystal horns, with his shaggy curly blond hair reaching his shoulders.Â
What really changed was his wings, which were just massive, even longer than Javan's. He had to have it folded behind his back and buckled with a binding due to how difficult it was for him to keep the huge ailerons closed.Â
It must hurt.
The male beside you waves his hand over, and at first, it appears as though the other person in the trio looks hesitant.Â
But after a moment, he shifted his path and opened the doors to enter the courtyard. His scarlet horns glimmered like a gleaming diamond under the sun.Â
Javan and Zagan share a quick handshake before he nods over to acknowledge your presence.Â
"Whatchya been up to, man? We barely see you anymore." The angel starts as he returns to sit down next to you.Â
His right hand found its place on your thigh, and you swore your heart nearly lurched out of your stomach. The heat of his skin that you could feel through your clothes was swathing you in a bubble of delight.Â
It was addicting and comforting and had shot tingles all across your abdomen.Â
The demon boy swallowed rather audibly as he turned his head away. "Just been busy." He states, his voice slightly cracking.Â
Hmm, why wasn't he telling you two about it? You all shared everything with each other.Â
"I get it, man. Just don't forget about us. We've been friends for way too long just to grow apart." Javan expressed, and you nodded your head in agreement.Â
"We are here for you, Z." His scarlet eyes fling down to meet your gaze. "With whatever's going on, we'll listen. We'll support you through anything. That's what friends are for."Â
He swallows thickly again, his one hand hanging by his side twitching before curling into a fist that he hid in the pocket of his sweatshirt. "Yeah, I know. Thanks for that."Â His phone abruptly vibrates, and he snatches it swiftly, reading something on the screen with hard eyes before sighing. "I gotta go."Â
Before either of you can tell him goodbye, he was trekking back into the school with his tied wings beating against the binding.Â
A scowl laces your lips as you slouch in your seat. "I hope he's okay." You murmur, which prompts the angel to squeeze his hand on your leg.Â
Your fingers twitch as you train your attention to meet his bright eyes. "He's fine. You know he's just always been moody." The pink-haired being expresses while reaching for his own phone.
Either on instinct or tendency, your dominant hand rose to graze over the winged pendant beneath your blouse.Â
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Knocking audibly on the door, you could hear courses of children screaming and laughing with objects falling to the ground.Â
It took a moment for the front door to be opened, and you were welcomed by the sight of Jahi, Zagan's mother.Â
She's a beautiful woman, blessed with beautiful features, a small mole on her chin, and small, sharp cat-like eyes with long lashes. You could see where Zagan got his hair from, his mother sprouting bright golden curls that reached her hips.Â
Her wings were something else, still leather-like but marked with swirling scarlet red lines that seemed to glow.
There was a small toddler hanging off her shoulder with one on top of her head and another babbling in her arms.
"Hi, Aunty!" You greet and grip the straps of your backpack. "Is Zagan home?"
"Baby!" She gushes down at you from her tall height while using the childhood nickname the two boys in your trio used. "It's been a while since you've been over. Everything alright?"Â
For a moment, you feel the inner corner of your eyes tense and burn, but you push it down to smile and nod your head. "Yes, Aunty! Eighth grade is just so busy."Â
Jahi nods before she catches one of her kids that fell from her head without even looking. "I understand. Don't be afraid to come over more often, even if it's just for dinner. Come in; Zagan's down in his room."Â
You bowed slightly before entering her large home and immediately removed your shoes. Two other kids covered in paint ran past swiftly while knocking over a vase.Â
Aunty Jahi practically teleported over and caught the porcelain object with one of her wings. "It looks like the kiddos are rather active today." You jest while helping her to put the vessel back on the stand.Â
"No kidding." She murmurs while leading you over to the kitchen. Easily, she holds two of the tykes in one arm as she rummages through the refrigerator before pulling out a bowl of fruit. "Have a snack. I'll be making dinner soon."Â
A lopsided grin forms on your lips from the habit you've always had. Every time you all used to come over, the older demon woman had snacks for you to eat.Â
Whether it be fruit, candy, or pastries. Carefully, you took the bowl and nodded. "Okay, Aunty. I'll see you in a bit."Â
She waved you away as you strode through the home like second nature. The residence was big, bigger than all the houses in the neighborhood.Â
It made sense with all the children in the Lamia householdâat least seven children, with Zagan being the oldest. He likes to say that he can't stand his siblings, but he's cared for them like a third parent.Â
He'll say he hates them, but you've never seen someone who'd go to the ends of the world to find a cure when his brothers and sisters have just a cold.Â
Yeah, the demon boy goes on and on about wanting to move away, but you both know he'd worry himself sick about the other kids.
Watching your footing, you strolled downstairs to the basement, where you passed one of Z's younger brothers by a year reading on the couch in the common area.Â
They were rather similar looking, except he was taller, a little more aged in the face, and his horns had grown to curl back over his ears.Â
If you weren't family friends, you would have guessed the second and third oldest had come before Zagan because of how fast they grow...it's something Zagan's very insecure about.
"Hey, Alastor." You greet him as you pass.
He peers up for a second before returning to his book. "Hey, (Y/n)."Â
Down the hallway, the last door at the end, you approach unhurriedly before knocking loudly. You wait for a response, and once you get a quiet 'what,' you open it.Â
Zagan's changed into a pair of sweats with a matching dark sweater. His attention is on the gaming computer as he effortlessly clicks the buttons on his controller without even looking.Â
Once his gaze flickers over to you for a moment, he's startled and bangs his knee against the desk. "F*ck..." He curses under his breath as he yanks the headphones off his head.
You hold in a giggle and step in fully to close the door behind your figure.Â
"What are you doing here?" He snaps, practically hissing it out as he slides out from the desk to rub his knees.Â
"Why else?" You retort, dropping your bag against the wall to settle on his wide bed. "I miss you and came to check in because it feels like you're ignoring us."Â
Zagan frowns at your words; his gaze focuses on his legs for a second before he returns them to his screen. "You should have just texted-"Â
"I don't have a phone, remember."Â
He's silenced as you begin plopping the fruits into your mouth and snacking on them as if you had been starving.Â
The demon boy returned to his game, placing back on his headphones but keeping one earpad off so he could hear if you spoke.Â
Indulging in the comfortable ambiance of his button clicking and the muffled screaming of his siblings upstairs, you watched him play silently.Â
Not long after, you grasped your bag and took out a folder with homework that needed to be completed. You lay on your stomach, kicking your legs back and forth while reaching for fruit in the bowl.Â
When it came to spending time with Zagan, you both enjoyed doing your own thing in each other's presence. And considering that the demon boy didn't often speak either, you did most of the talking as he either nodded along to what you were saying or grunted in response.Â
It was comforting and something you've missed. For a while now, there felt to be this distance growing, like he were on the other side of the bridge with the path crumbling apart.Â
You didn't want to lose him.Â
"Where's Javan? Thought you'd be with him." He abruptly speaks up, cutting off the neutral silence.Â
"Javan had something to do with the Angel community." You state while turning over the packet to the next page. "Something about reconnecting with their beliefs or whatever."Â
Although you do not see, the demon nodded his head while saving his game. He removed his headphones to hang them on his monitor before turning his gaming chair to face your figure lying on his bed.Â
Feeling his gaze, you peered up while smiling. "Hey, there, Demon Boy. I missed you."Â
Zagan swallowed thickly at your words, his throat visibly bobbing as he gripped the rest of his seat tightly. You didn't notice earlier, but beneath his vibrant eyes were dark undercircles.
Had he not been sleeping well? He was always the last one to fall asleep and the first one up during sleepovers.Â
Even Jahi used to take him to the hospital for chronic insomnia, and they thought it was resolved. Guess not.Â
"Do you-"Â
"I know that you are in love with Javan."Â
You choked on a bite of fruit, a stinging sensation sprouting in the back of your throat as you sat up to cough. "W-What?! No! What are you even talkin' about?" Zagan's expression was not pleased. "Was it...Was it really that obvious?"Â
He scoffed while nodding and leaning back in his seat.Â
Groaning, you ran a hand through your hair while keeping your eyes down. It felt difficult at that moment to meet his gaze. "I didn't want anyone to know. I don't want anything to ruin our friendship, you know? We're already becoming distant."Â
The embarrassment was eating you alive.Â
"Baby Girl..." It's been years since he has called your name, even longer since you've heard him use that nickname. It makes shivers run up your spine as a tingling in your abdomen flutters. "You know that Javan's not really..." He stops himself from speaking anymore as if he couldn't find the words. "Javan's not really who you think he is. Don't you see fast he switches up when you're around?"
Raising a brow, you shook your head. "Actually, no, I don't. What do you mean by that?"
He respired a heavy breath, appearing unsure and doubtful as he shifted in his seat. "F*ckin' A... Listen, you might think you know Javan, but you really don't. He's not...He's not a good person-"Â
"What are you talking about!" You interjected, feeling heat flush through your body and a wave of vertigo. "I've known him since forever. I know him. Why are you talking down on our friend like that?"Â
His constrained wings twitched, pushing against the binding that had the straps whine. He attempted to speak, his lips parting, but only wheezes escaped.Â
Cursing again, his thin, bony fingers gripped tightly onto the armrest as his right leg began to bounce. "Please, if you value our friendship, just listen to me."Â
Oh, how you wanted to walk away right there, but what he said halted you in your spot. Of course, you valued your friendship with him; he was your best friend.Â
He was your family.Â
"Baby, Javan knows you like him. Everyone knows." Your face was burning in embarrassment; it felt so humiliating for some reason. "He doesn't feel the same. H-He's rather ashamed and disgusted-"Â
"You're lying!" It was practically a scream as you shot to your feet off the bed. "Javan would never say that!" The inner corner of your eyes stung as tears glazed over the conjunctiva. "He's not like that! You're just envious that he's always been better than you!"Â
Due to your words, the rage boiling your blood had now transferred over to the demon in front of you. Zagan stood up almost dangerously slow, like a predatory. "You think that's why I'm envious..." He nearly snarled while his canines visibly grew longer and sharper. "I don't give a flying f*ck that he's taller, bigger, smarter. He could be better than me in a hundred more ways, but it wouldn't even come close to why I'm envious of that b*stard."Â
Seething hot tears trailed down your face, seeping down your chin to wetten your throat. You didn't know how to feel, what exactly to feel.Â
All your emotions were taken for a spin: disoriented, puzzled, dumb-struck. Who is telling the truth? Who is right?Â
They both are your best friend, the people closest to your heart that makes your days brighter and nights calmer.Â
But how do you react when the one you're utterly in love with isn't who you thought he was? Or when the other confronts you with what could be the truth...but also a lie?Â
"Please, Z. Just...just tell me that you didn't mean it, and I'll forget-"Â
The straps containing his massive wings had snapped from the force as they extended outwards. The dark, leathery ailerons knocked over objects and slashed through metal shelves attached to the walls.Â
You nearly fell over from the sudden action, intimidated by the spikes that lined the edge at the top. Not only was it long in width, but the height of it was nearly double his stature.
They don't grow their wings like that; they don't get so big they are nearly twice their size. But his had the possibility of rivaling Satan.
"Ever since we were kids, you've let him get away with everything. You've overlooked too many flaws for me to stand here and let you get your heart broken." He reached forward to wipe a tear away, but you couldn't stand the touch of him at the moment.Â
It can't be true.Â
"What does it matter to you..." It's a broken cry, whimpering from your lips as your heart shatters inside regardless.Â
It just can't be true.
"I-" His chest decompresses while his wings descend like a deflating toy. "Baby, I care about you-"Â
"Then why are you lying to me!?"Â
Zagan startles you as his hands latch onto your shoulders and squeeze. "I'm not lying! Not to you! Not to my Baby." His already slightly high pre-teen voice squeaked, and he cringed at his tone.Â
So overwhelmed, filled with grief and disbelief, you stepped backward and spoke to him in a way you never have before. "No, I'm not your Baby. Not anymore."Â
It was as if you watched his world crumble in his scarlet eyes. "(Y-(Y/n)...please."Â
You couldn't breathe at all, as if someone had your lungs in their hands and were depriving you of any air. With blurry sight, muddled with tears, you turned away and shoved your things into your bag.Â
His wings were still in the way; those beautiful things that you loved to play with when he would allow it made the tears all the worse now. "Let me out." You ordered.Â
The hands that were once holding your shoulder dropped to hang limply by his side, weak, frail, unstable. "If I let you go, then that's it."Â
You were losing strength in your legs.
"(Y/n), don't leave me...please." He begged while stepping forward, but you turned your head away.Â
Your grip on the straps of your bag was not enough padding to save your palms from being burrowed into by your nails. "Goodbye, Zagan."
That was it. You both knew that it was final; there was no going back from this. The friendship has been tarnished, and trust broken.Â
It will never be the same again.Â
Hesitantly, Zadan curled in his massive wing, and you didn't waste another moment running out of there.
You flung the door open and scurried down the hall.Â
Alastor was still in the common room on the couch and waved to you without looking away from his book. "Goodbye, (Y/n)."Â
"Goodbye, Alastor."Â
You passed the other Lamia siblings who called out to you, and you had to say goodbye, knowing you'd never be back here again.Â
On your way to the front door, you tried to be silent, holding down a sob, but when you heard Jahi calling out to you from behind, you nearly bawled right then and there.Â
"I'll see you soon, right, Baby?"Â
You sniffled, hiding your face as you forcefully shoved your feet into your shoes and half-a**ed-tied them. "Of course, Aunty!" Faking the enthusiasm hurt like a punch to the gut. "I'll see you again soon."
Before she could reply, you left as fast as you could. There's no one left to turn to but him; you need to see him.Â
Without a phone or any way to contact him, all you could do was return home and wait for him to get back from the event.Â
At first, you walk as if your legs are broken, but the ardent emotions spur you to bolt down the street back to your house.Â
You fling the door open and hasten down the hallway to get up the stairs. Your father yells out to you, followed by your younger brother, whose mocking words pierce you like blunt knives.Â
The sobs raking your body are excruciating, aching as if your entire figure is cold rubber being pulled. It feels even worse here with all the memories.Â
Pictures of the three of you are everywhere: the unfished projects worked on together, and the clothes still left over from when they used to sneak in for a sleepover.Â
You cannot stand it; you cannot handle it.Â
Everything must go.
There is no carefulness or being mindful of how you handle the things in the room; you throw them into plastic bags with the full intent of being rid of everything.Â
Yet when you collapse to your knees to catch your breath, the necklace he gave you slips out from underneath your shirt.Â
The sight only provoked your wails to become silent, merely broken, stuttering wheezes as the stress spurred sleep to hold you tightly and close your eyes.Â
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A warm touch ran through your hair while the same heat traveled up and down your spine in a soothing manner.Â
"Hey, it's not good to sleep on the cold wooden ground."Â
Your awareness was returning, and you groaned audibly while cracking your puffy eyes open. "Mmm, Javan...?"Â
He hums in acknowledgment, and as your vision focuses, you see that you are moved onto your bed, the angel boy sitting at the edge as he comforts your head in his lap.Â
"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here, Baby." He cooed softly as the singing of grasshoppers filled your room due to the open window.Â
His presence, the god-like radiance, was cathartic, like the pounding of raindrops on the roof. Everything had felt so cold, and you felt so alone.Â
With Javan here, as he holds you, it's like heaven.Â
You tell him everything, everything that happened when you visited Zagan at his home. Without mentioning your feelings for him, you skidded over that part, but it wasn't needed to explain the event.
It hurts inside as if you swallowed a cluster of needles.Â
The angel listens silently as he continues to rub your back and send tingles through the muscle. By the time you finished, a new set of tears had befallen your face; however, your throat ached too much to wail audibly.Â
"I'm so sorry he did that to you. I knew he had always been rude and inconsiderate, but I didn't think he would ever try to smear my name or break your heart." He murmurs while tilting his head. "I really thought our friendship meant something to him."Â
You could barely nod with exhaustion interwoven in your limbs. "Me too..."Â
One of Javan's hands lightly grazed over your lips as he trailed it down your neck. "You know how much I care about you, right?"Â
ă"What does it matter to you..." It's a broken cry, whimpering from your lips as your heart breaks inside regardless.Â
"I-" His chest decompresses while his wings descend like a deflating toy. "Baby, I care about you-"Â
"Then why are you lying to me!?"ăÂ
You do not trust your voice, only nodding your head as you turn over to hide your face against his abdomen.Â
"I cannot tell you enough about how important you are to me." Javan's hand reached down as he clasped his fingers with yours. "You are my everything, Baby. You are my sun-" He squeezed your conjoined hand. "-my moon-" Leiursurely, he leans down to hover by your ear. "-you are the air I need to breathe-" And finally, you felt the softness of his succulent lips caressing the skin of your neck. "-and the strength that lets me fly. I cannot be without you."Â
He kisses down your throat until he reaches your shoulder so he can hide his face in the crook of your neck. "Don't let his hurtful lies make you question our friendship, our relationship. We don't need him anyway. Right?"Â
When you don't reply, he pulls away and lightly swivels your head to look up at him. "Right, Baby girl? We don't need him. Can you say it?"Â
"W-We..." It feels as though you have no voice even to speak. No one wants to drop a friend, let alone one from childhood that was like family.Â
Shaking your head, you attempt to pull away; however, you are not permitted to leave. Javan maneuvers your position, with you on your back, as he leans over from above.Â
The beautiful white feathered wings flap lightly in the air as the moon glimmers behind him, darkening his halo.Â
"You can do it, Baby. I know you can." The angel boy lightly pressed his open palm on your stomach as he stared down with otherworldly eyes. "Here, I'll even say it with you."
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"I-"Â
His hand on your belly lifts so his fingertips trail up to your neck.Â
"I-"
He wraps them around your throat, tingles jolting across your skin.Â
"-Don't-"Â
The angel leans down just close enough to where your nose barely touches.
"-Don't-"
You feel hot beneath your clothes as if you were lying in a sauna.Â
"-Need-"Â
Your heart hurts, filled heavily with the distraughtness of losing your best friend.Â
"-Need-"Â
The closeness...the proximity of your bodies were suffocating your lungs.Â
"-Him-"Â
It's one word, but the impact of it was greater than an asteroid colliding with the moon.Â
"-Him-"
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(Y/n) - Eighteen years old
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Even early in the morning, the common room of the high school was bustling with activity. You felt heated beneath baggy clothes as you chewed on a piece of gum.Â
The insides of your stomach ached as though they were eating its self alive.Â
With your cracked phone in hand, your fingers danced over the keyboard as you debated whether or not to double-text.Â
Javan has left you on read again without a single response. You've been attempting to get in contact about when you could give him the essay that he needed help with.Â
During senior year, you know he's busy with Track and Lacrosse, and he doesn't have the time to check in with you like he used to.Â
It doesn't help that it's hard to get close to him. High school does what high school does.Â
Angels run with run angels, devils and demons congregate together, and any other monster type sticks with their kind.Â
There obviously were a few outcasts, but even then, it was hard to be included. Not even mentioning how the small populations of humans weren't a fan of you. The humans said you were too close to the monster, and the monsters didn't like you because you were human.Â
Lose/lose situation.Â
Just thinking about it always puts a damper on your mood. The isolation and seclusion were nothing new; it was merely exhausting to have to do everything by yourself.Â
You threw the broken phone on the round table in the common room and leaned over the AP history textbook that was open. Its cold, plastic-like texture felt pleasant against your warm skin.Â
Sleep hasn't been gracing you for a while now. There have been just too many things to do. So much homework, more than half, not even yours. Javan already had so much on his plate. As his best friend, it felt only right to help him as much as you could.Â
Resting the side of your head on your arms, you stared out at the entrance of the school. More students poured into the halls as the time grew closer to the first period.Â
Hopefully, Javan arrives by himself, so you won't need to deal with the other angels questioning your presence.Â
For beings that were made to be messengers of god, they were rather concerned about their vanity. Well, that's what happens when they are left to themselves.
They become rather human in their sins.Â
Your already sour mood became acidic as the one person you wish you didn't have to see walked through the door.Â
He had to bend down from his 6'6 (198.12cm-1.9812m) height, the grown crystal horns on top of his head only causing more hassle; it nearly scraped against the already lofty door frame.Â
Zagan used to believe that his horns would never grow, considering his younger siblings had curled and extended way earlier than he ever did.
The demon boy was just a late bloomer.Â
He used to be this short, scrawny little guy who was never in the slightest popular. Many of your peers picked on him, mocking him for his appearance, calling him a pathetic excuse of a demon.Â
Now, he was practically the poster child. His muscles grew, making him beefy and bulky. His upper torso was wide, more specifically, his shoulders, with his chest broadening.Â
Through his tighter clothes, anyone could see the muscle definition of his abbs and v-line. Before, Zagan was never one for such fitted clothes; you knew he was always insecure about his skeletal limbs and hid them beneath sweats and oversized attire.Â
Similar to his upper body, his legs grew just as muscular and thick. They fitted dark jeans perfectly to where you could see the curves and meat beneath the cloth.Â
What has also changed is his hair. His blonde curls were less defined, and he cut them so they were just slightly beneath his ear.Â
His earlobes are now pierced and riddled with embellishments and rings. Those beautifully dangerous batty wings of his had somehow grown even larger; the width was nearly unbelievable, with the height a little past his head.Â
The spikes were pointier, more ominous.Â
At first, when he was younger, he needed to bind his abnormally large wings for his size because he didn't have the control to keep them closed or out of the way. Now, he still has to bind them only because they are so oversized that even when he curls them in, it's like he walks with a wall behind him.
Zagan Lamia went from being super nerdy and a loner to a big shot that everyone wanted to be affiliated with...everyone but the angels and you.Â
Now, your ex-friend ran with the other demon students. He was like a celebrity, someone the girls threw themselves at, and the boys always tried to get into his good gracious with.Â
Sometimes, when you look at his mature appearance, you wonder if it was you who was holding him back from his potential.Â
For a moment, it felt as though Zagan's scarlet red gaze rose to meet yours as he swiped his tongue over his plump bottom lip. A small black ring pierced the left side of his lip, and he appeared to fiddle with it as he neared.Â
Your heart abruptly skipped a beat, and the back of your neck was drenched with sweat.Â
It's as though he's deadset on making his way to you, but a warm hand on your neck startled you. Your head flew up as you swung your gaze in the other direction.Â
Javan plopped his body down in the seat beside yours and tilted his head while smiling almost coyly. "What were you looking at, Baby?"Â
Your stomach coils like two hot wires being twisted around each other. Glancing back swiftly, there doesn't appear to be any trace of Zadan. He's nowhere to be seen, and that's saying something.
"Nothing." You murmur softly and return your attention to the angel. "Just thought I saw something, must be my mind playing tricks on me."Â
He hummed slowly, staring at your phone tossed aside on the table before glancing at your face. "I can see that you haven't been sleeping. Bad dreams?" His words are laced with honey, so sweet that you devour it like a greedy little kid.Â
You don't want to seem incompetent by confessing that you feel overwhelmed by your workload, so you attempt to smile and nod your head. "Yeah, bad dreams and Yose's little pranks getting out of hand."Â
Javan laughs lightly; you're sure that he can easily imagine that annoying little menace of a brother bothering you.Â
Similar to Zagan, the angel had grown and matured just as much. He didn't get beefy like the demon; his build was more athletic and toned.Â
His muscular limbs were proportionate to his 6'2ft (188.976cm -Â 1.8796m) stature, the white feathered wings just as big and as tall as himself. They curled perfectly behind his back; wouldn't be a problem unless he unfurled them outwards.Â
That long hair of his was no more. He cut it so it was long bangs over his forehead and a mullet of some sort down the back of his neck.Â
There was just something about the angels and the way they dressed; they were always on trend, stylish, and attired in a manner that always made their bodies look the best.Â
It was like having supermodels strutting down the halls, not accounting for the succubus' or Incubi.Â
Realizing why you were upset in the first place, you dig through your heavy backpack to pull out your Chromebook. "Before I forget, let me send the essay to you."Â
Javan beamed, his ocean eyes practically glimmering as he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. "I literally forgot. You really are a lifesaver!"
ăThe angel shrugs, and you roll your eyes. "This cannot be a habit, you know." His gaze is burning against the side of your face, provoking little tingles to run up your spine. "Fine...Fine, you can copy." Once you spoke, he beamed so brightly that his halo pulsated almost blindly.Â
He's like the sun that you could have in your arms.Â
"You're a lifesaver! Mom would kick my a** if I got anything below an A." He expressed with his white wings fluttering behind his back.Â
He's so cute.Â
"Yeah, yeah. If you would just stop being lazy and forgetful, you'd never have to worry." As you return your gaze to the Chromebook, you catch a glimpse of dark wings and light hair.ă
It's been four years, but that memory from the courtyard in middle school suddenly flashed in your mind. So long ago, but the recollection still feels as though it were yesterday.Â
The loss still feels so fresh.Â
"Right..." You wheeze out before clearing your throat. "What are your plans today? I've been wanting to get out of the house and go somewhere other than work."Â
J appears to think intently, his gaze almost out of focus, before he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. "I don't think I can. The community is meeting up at the grand church for a ceremony tonight."Â
The dejection is evident, your shoulders sagging, but it's what you expected. He's ever so busy; you should be more considerate of his schedule.Â
Humming, you sent over the documents through email as you kept your gaze away from meeting his. "Are you still going to senior formal?" You question just to start a conversation.Â
It's been weeks since you've actually been able to speak face-to-face with him. You're soaking his attention in as much as you can.
"Yeah, I wasn't gonna go, but the others convinced me."Â
"Oh~?" Your lips form into a faux smile. "Javan Wyn was peer pressured?"Â
The hand on the back of your was removed to flick at your forehead. "I don't get peer pressured." He stated, which spurred you to roll your eyes.Â
"Alright, whatever you say, Angel Boy. Do you have at least a date?"Â
"No."Â
The heat beneath your baggy clothes grew worse, and a sudden surge of anxiety flushed through your bloodstream. "Are you going to ask someone?"Â
You don't know whether you want him to say yes or no. He's so handsome, his appearance nearly a blessing of god. It's astounded you that he isn't in a relationship.Â
Everyone flocks to him.Â
And you're still in love with him after twelve years.
"Hmm." He leans over the table and rests his chin in the palm of his hand. "I haven't really put any thought into it."Â
A breath of air you hadn't realized you were holding in was released as you laughed. What did you expect?Â
He's never voiced anything about liking any of the girls at the school, and you'd know. Best friends tell each other everything.Â
"Well, if you come up with someone in mind, won't you tell me first?" You offer while leisurely closing your Chromebook.Â
"Sure, Baby. You'll be the first to know."Â Javan laughs under his breath while swiping a loose strand of hair over to behind your ear. Doing so, he was able to see a very small hair clip you had to keep some frays out of your face.Â
"What's this?" He questions, and you're unable to meet his gaze.Â
You immediately remove the clip and conceal it within the palm of your hand. "Oh! I-It's nothing. I just forgot to take it out. My hair was just getting in the way."Â
Whatever the angel says goes a long way for you. If he says a certain color looks good on you, you're altering your whole theme.Â
When he tells you, 'I really like it when you wear baggy clothes. You don't look good when you wear anything tight.' You change your entire wardrobe, so maybe he'll like you more.Â
Maybe his eyes would linger on you more when you listen when he says, 'Don't wear make-up, you look so much better bare-faced. Make-up just doesn't fit someone like you.'Â
Perhaps he'll tell you he likes the way you look when you do your hair just the way he likes it. 'It's ugly when you put those clips in your hair, ya know. I only like girls who keep their hair up in a bun. Yeah, yeah, that suits you much better.'Â
You would do anything for him.Â
"Don't forget next time." Javan reprimands and reaches for the colorful metal clip in your hand. "It's ugly when you wear it."Â
Your throat tightens, constricting with the sensation of sobbing, attempting to force its way through. But you swallow it down and nod your head with a small, frantic smile. "Of course."Â
His warm fingers graze over your palm to take the clip in his own and leans back to aim and toss it in the garbage can against the wall. "There." He murmurs while turning back to face you with a gleaming smile. "You look so much better when you're like this."Â
Simple, he likes it when you appear simple and clean. He likes it when you wear ill-fitting clothes, even when it's hot, and you're swathed in sweat. He likes it when you tie your hair up, fringes, and lose hair gelled back.Â
He likes it when you do nothing more.Â
The bell rings, which draws his attention as well as that of other students who scatter to get to class on time. The angel stands and pats your face lightly while grazing his thumb over your lip.Â
Your entire stomach is doing front lips, and you could melt in his angelic touch.Â
"I'll see you around, Baby." And with that, he departs from the common area to leave you alone just as you were before.
It was nice while it lasted, but all good things must come to an end.Â
"See you around, Javan." It whispers from your lips as you shift in your seat to collect your things.
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You hate that sensation, the feeling of chlorine in your hair. Even as you try to scrub and wash it out after aquatic fitness, that awful tacky and dry sensation sticks to every strand.Â
It sucks, considering how much you enjoyed swimming. Weightless, fluid, as if you're flying away from here. The way your hands split the water, the manner in which your body glides through it so easily, drives all your worries to melt away.Â
Shutting off the shower in the female locker room, you reach for your towels and wrap them around your body and hair.Â
There should still be at least ten more minutes before the bell rings for the end of class. You can take a little bit of time to look presentable-ish.Â
As you enter the lockers, it appears that all the other girls had finished before you, already gone. Not that you minded either; you didn't like their eyes on your body, judging in the way they always do.Â
You're just a little human in a world of monsters.
Sighing, you undid the code to the lock and opened the locker. Instead of seeing your change of clothes and other items, it was bare.
Not a single object or article of clothing.Â
Your entire stomach filled with dread, and dropped to your knees.Â
"Awe, whatever happened to your clothes~?" It's a sickeningly sweet voice that originated behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as your heart skips a beat.Â
Laughing lightly even though you desire to scream, you remove the towel from your hair and slowly turn around. "I just can't seem to keep my things together."Â
It's suffocating, standing in only thin, short clothes as six other students surround you, four angels and two humans.Â
Water trickled down your neck while you swallowed thickly.Â
"Oh, we agree." One of the angels expresses and steps forward. "Which is why you need to learn a lesson~!" She's so pretty; is such a shame her personality is rotten.
You latched onto the front of your towel as you stepped back, only for the locker to shock you with the contrast of heat.Â
"I-I'm sure I'm innocent." You're losing your voice, becoming guttural like you had been screaming it away. "What did I do?"
A human girl latches her hand on your bicep and tugs you so hard that you nearly slip on the cold concrete ground.Â
"You need to be reminded of your place."Â
Before you can attempt to de-escalate the situation, your other arm is latched onto, and you're being dragged away.Â
There is no grip on your bare feet that you are just sliding on the floor. You can only hold onto that thin towel to keep even a bit of your modesty.Â
"Stop it! Hey!" They bring you closer to the exit, where loud chattering emanates from. Classmates and other students must fill the large open area where the hallway had opened up for gatherings.Â
Your elbow slams back, knocking into one of the girl's noses. She gasps, and blood immediately begins to trickle down.Â
She licks it while a terrifying sneer forms on her plump lips. "You bitch!" Her hand latches onto the back of your knotted, wet hair as two others open the door.Â
They managed to drag you through the door and thrust you outwards so you fall forward. You're barely able to catch yourself, striking your knees on tile that immediately spurred an onset of blood to stream down your shins.Â
Laughter...Laughter reverberates outwards, so loud that the vibrations echo beneath the ground.Â
You feel sick.Â
The one you had hit grasped onto the back of your hair again. She tugged your head upwards to look at everyone while also grabbing onto the bottom of your jaw.Â
At least more than half of your grade had congregated in this massive area, and they surrounded you like a school of fish.
"Look, everyone! It's the girl who thinks she's better than us!"Â
Ice runs through your veins, so cold that it's a burning sensation. The insides of your throat swell up, depriving you of air.Â
You're scared.
You're humiliated.Â
They're laughing at you, their giggles and cheers so deafening it's as though they are bursting your eardrums.Â
"Come on!" A different girl locks onto your wrist and pulls you to your feet with her pure strength. "Where did all that entitlement go!?"Â
Not even a second after you are standing, were you kicked down and forced to collapse on your bruised and rived knees.Â
A strangled gasp wheezed from your lips as the inner corner of your eyes stung. Tears clouded your conjunctiva before trickling down your heated face.Â
"Doesn't she deserve a little humility!?" Courses of 'yes' and cheers echo like the booms of fireworks. They begin chanting...chanting to take everything away.Â
These people wanted to ruin you.Â
Your hand holding up the towel was yanked away as another gripped the cloth to tear it off your body.Â
"No!" Just as you finally release your voice, a vociferous snapping sound overtakes the shouting and replaces it with gasps.Â
Scarlet red eyes meet your gaze as his wings tear apart the binds and extend outwards, knocking nearly half the crowd to the ground.Â
He practically teleported in front of your figure to yank you up to your feet by one of your wrists and hold you tight to his body.Â
The massive size of his wings is not just for show as he flaps them; the force sends everyone tumbling away, skidding across the ground and hitting the walls.Â
You cannot breathe, even with your lungs expanding and retracting vigorously and your mouth gulping in the air like a fish; lightheadedness only grows more intense.Â
Zagan's burly arm wraps firmly around your back as he hauls you back into the locker room, the male locker room.Â
A clamorous cry echoes out from your lips as you grip his shirt, burrowing your nails in his thick, muscled waist. You didn't mean to cry, to wail out and release this visceral wail that rattles through your entire being.
He doesn't say a single word, merely picking your much smaller figure into a bridal position. His body heat contrasted against the chill of your damp person in such a way that you immediately succumb to his warm hold.Â
To be against his body brings back so many memories, all before the fallout, before the trio became nothing anymore.
You've missed him so much.Â
Why did it have to be this way?
The strength of your sobs worsens, racking through your bones. Zagan's wings surround the two of you, blocking out the light and muffling the sounds from outside. Â
It's only the quiet hum of the internal conditioning and your blustering cries. Your face is hidden against his pecs, wetting his shirt, but he doesn't seem to mind.Â
He only continues to hold you like you're a cracked vase, precious, broken, and needing his undivided attention.Â
Even though your nose is stuffed, this close proximity and protective surroundings of his wings allow you to smell his scent.Â
Zagan smells like an early dawning, with fog concealing the world and honeydew drops garnishing the grass.Â
This is not the smell of heaven, but damn, does it feel like paradise.Â
Soon, without a single word being spoken, your cries cease to become hiccups and whimpers. Strength has dissipated from your muscles, leaving your entire being exhausted.Â
You just want to fall asleep and never wake up.Â
The demon boy leans his head down, and though it is void of light while swathed in his batty wings, you can feel his gaze on your face.
His one arm under your shoulder gingerly pushed up upwards so you were sitting on his lap. He held onto your bare thigh while allowing your head to rest on his shoulder.Â
There are tingles erupting beneath his fingers that ignite your nerves. You've never been touched like this before.
"Better?" Not the voice of an angel, not the singing of the devil; it's something entirely different. Deeper, coarser, it's manly and rugged.Â
The sound of it reminds you of a rustic cabin, lost in the woods with a fire burning in a stone pit. Everything, from the foundation to the wiring, was done by hand.Â
It feels personal.Â
Slackly, with barely any strength, you nod your head and raise a hand to swipe at your face.Â
"...You...You still have it."Â
It is obvious what he's referring to; that cold pendant abruptly feels warm at the mention of the necklace. You hadn't the heart to remove it or to throw it away.Â
Doing so would be completely removing him from your life, even more than he already was. "Yeah..." You didn't want to tell him anymore.Â
You can't tell him that sometimes you'd grip that necklace and pray that everything would revert back to the way it used to be. Or that you'd run your fingers on the engraving on the back, remembering when he was always there for you...always there until that event.Â
Feeling him nod his head, his massive spiked wings part very carefully to let in the light. Zagan stands up to place your body in the spot he was just sitting in and strides over to a wall of lockers.Â
The way he just manhandles you sends shivers across your stomach and farther down.
He undoes the lock and shuffles through a bag before turning to face your figure. You can't believe the man standing in front of you is Zagan.Â
This is really the same nerd who had to look up at you; now you have to crane your neck even to meet his gaze.Â
It's really been four years without even acknowledging one another.
"Here, It's obviously not going to fit, but it's better than nothing." Zagan murmurs as he steps closer to lay a set of clothes on your lap.Â
That sweater...he still had that same dark red sweater that you bought him once at the mall. You said it went well with his eyes, made them as bright as stars.Â
It most definitely doesn't fit him now, which means he's kept it even after he had finally developed.Â
"I'm going to turn around to make sure no one comes in while you change."Â
His speech breaks you from your thoughts. You peek upwards just as he folds his wings and trekks over to the locker room door.Â
You feel more self-conscious now with Zagan's back turned than you did in front of the other students. The tips of your ears are burning along with your cheeks.Â
It's almost like the clothes are made of glass the way you gently handle them and set them on the seat as you stand. Your body has long dried after the shower, yet you keep the towel over your shoulder as you shuffle on his attire.Â
The sweater was soft, lined with cushiony fabric that felt nice against your skin. Without a bra or support system, you were lucky it was rather oversized and thick to obscure your chest.Â
Next is the pair of black fleece sweatpants. You end up fitting it well; you're definitely sure that this was from when he was smaller.Â
Luckily, there's a drawstring that you end up tying to tighten at your waist.Â
"I'm done." You meant for your voice to be firm, but it's gravelly and coarse, as if you need to clear your throat.Â
He tilts his head back to look, but he audibly sucks in a breath of air before flinging his head in another direction. One hand covers his mouth as the other holds onto the wall for support
Your brows crease tightly, and your fingers form into fists in the sleeves that are too long for you. "Is something wrong?"Â Â
It took a short moment for him to clear his throat. He shook his head as if he were freeing himself from thoughts while extending a large, coarse hand outward. "Grab my hand, and I'll take you home."Â
It's as though he steals the air right out of your lungs. Â
After everything? After what you said to him, after dropping him...he's still caring for you.Â
You want to hit him. If only he didn't accuse Javan of what he said, nothing would have changed.Â
"I-I can go home on my own." You state, yet it only prompts him to click his tongue and step forward.Â
He immediately dwarfs your smaller stature by his much larger one. The demon peers down with an unknown expression, one where you can't even tell what he's thinking.Â
Those gorgeous wings of his softly flutter to gain your attention just as one corner of his succulent lips quirk upwards. "And miss the chance to fly?"
How right he was.Â
As kids, you begged them to take you flying. One of them would hold you close and raise you to the sky so you could feel utterly weightless.Â
Nothing mattered while you soared, not your f*cked up family, not your unrequited love, nothing at all but that freedom.Â
You haven't felt it in four years because Javan was always too busy and Zagan...
"Fine." It whispers from your lips as you shift your gaze away. "Just home, please."Â
His small, angled eyes squinted as if he knew what you were thinking while he nodded his head. "Let's go." He states and reaches for one of your hands.Â
That warmth surrounds you again as he holds on tight and departs from the male locker room. It's empty within the common area; seems that everyone knew better to leave than to stick around and face the poster boy's wrath.Â
It's sunny outside as you both exit through a side door. The sun is high, with a few fluffy white clouds clumped together. You were maneuvered into a new position, one where Zagan held your body in the bridal position again before taking off.Â
Those massive wings of his are so powerful, so strong that he could probably outfly any fighter jet. He's arrived in the sky in the blink of an eye.
Wind is whipping around your baby hairs and striking against your face, yet you welcome the little stings.Â
You're light, fluid, and weighed down by nothing in this moment. Zagan's flying through the clouds, allowing your fingers to feel the slight chill and moisture like before.Â
It earned a laugh from your lips, a genuine one that hasn't graced your face in a long, long time. The demon's grip grew tighter at the sound of laughter and peeked down at your face.Â
Your eyes met for a second, and his lips parted as though he desired to speak, but they shut upon arriving in your neighborhood.Â
Not yet; you didn't want to go home just yet.Â
"We could fly around a little longer." Your eyes fling upwards to meet his as he swallows. "If you want, that is."Â
No, no, you don't want to go home at all.Â
You feel an ache in your stomach, a burn in your eyes, and a pressure in your throat.
Doesn't he hate you at all?Â
"Just...Just take me home, please." You spoke a lie, and god should have struck you down right then and there.Â
How is it that you both look-feel so dejected?
The scarlet-eyed demon descends from his high place in the sky to your window on the second floor. You manage to crack it open before slipping inside and shifting around to face the dirty blond-haired man.Â
He hovered in his spot, taking in the view of your bedroom after so long. All the pictures of him are gone; all the gifts he's given you are nowhere in sight.Â
"I'll uh-" His tongue fiddles with the lip ring as he drops his gaze. "I'll get your bag from school and bring it over."
You want to tell him not to worry about it, but you do not trust your voice, so you merely nod your head.Â
Zagan mimics your action and lightly taps the windowsill before flying away. Your puffy eyes follow and watch his figure until he's too far to be seen.Â
Too far gone.Â
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When Zagan returned from gathering your things from the school, he lightly tapped on your window to gain your attention.Â
However, he received no response, none at all. The blinds were pulled together so that he couldn't see inside...nor feel your presence.Â
The demon knocked again, a little louder this time, with again no response. He reacted without thinking, thrusting up the old window and nearly tearing off the blinds.
It was the same as he saw earlier: slightly messy, books splayed open, clothes folded but not put away, yet there was something different.Â
On the bench by the window was the folded set of clothes he allowed you to wear...and a note on top. His fingers were shaky for some reason, filled with dread as if he were inches away from death.Â
Flipping it open displayed just a few words with messy handwriting, like writing in a rush.Â
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I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore goodbye
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The paper tore in his grasp while the pair of fangs in his mouth elongated and sharpened. Every muscle within his body tensed and constricted.Â
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!Â
This can't be happening!
You can't be gone!Â
He tried to control his breathing, attempting to calm himself just the slightest so he could figure out where the f*ck you had gone.Â
But your scent is decamped with not a trace of or trail leading anywhere. Even your presence, the very feeling of your soul, is nowhere close.Â
He can't feel it, he can't feel you.Â
After years of saying it, knowing you so well, even after four years of disregarding each other, he knows you did it.Â
You ran away.Â
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(Y/n) - Twenty-Two Years Old
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Continuing on in pt.2
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Short and dramatic, but it's better than nothing, right? This had been in the drafts for a long time, but I decided to break it up into 2 parts just to get it out. It also allows me to focus on the second act of the story.Â
This is setting up for pt.2, where all the drama is going to unfold. The reader gets found and realizes the truth, more daddy Zagan screen time (he's gonna be in a gang hehe), and Javan is confronted. There's gonna be fistfights, tears, and a lot of sl*tty demon s*x.Â
Psst, I'll let you in on a little secret. The Lamia household has lots of siblings, right? Well, certain demons have a little...hmm, how do I say this...have a breeding trait passed down through generations. Jahi has it, which explains the seven children, and well...Zagan's very much like his mother.
Which makes him a 'Breeding Bull'. So that's something to look forward to in pt.2 ;)
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I'll keep an eye on you - III
pairing: jacob black x reader
genre: as always for this series, a mix of fluff and angst
warnings: curse words here and there?
word count: about 3000
a/n: It's finally here babes !!!!! this beautiful little series i love so so muchđĽşThank you so much for your patience and all the lovin you have been giving to this little series of mine, it means the world to me<3
part I part II
A month had passed.
Slowly, you were healing from the horrible ordeal you had been through. Jake still came to sleep at your house almost every night. You kept up that routine for a few weeks, but after a while, you asked to try it alone. Even if he reluctantly agreed, he knew you needed to do this. So he promised to stay close the first night, ready to come in if you needed him. As it turns out, you were okay, and as days went by, you no longer needed him to keep watch hidden in the trees beside your house. Slowly, you were able to sleep all alone in your bed. You were incredibly proud of it, even if you missed having Jacob's warm body lying next to you at night.
You never spoke again of that night you confessed how everything gnawed at you. You thought about it often but never found the right time to discuss it. Since he hadn't mentioned it, you allowed it to go without answers for longer. You knew you'd end up getting to the bottom of it anyway.
The crisp autumn air ruffled your hair as you headed to the Reservation in your rusty truck, window pulled down, and music blasting, at least as much as your poor speakers could muster. You were incredibly excited to see everyone, and the prospect of hearing legends about the Quileutes made you tremble with excitement. You couldn't help but feel honored to be invited to these tribe gatherings. There weren't many outsiders allowed to hear the old tales.
You hadn't even parked your car when you saw Jacob's humongous form jogging for you. As always, a bright smile illuminated his tan face. And as always, you felt your knees wobble when you realized you were the recipient of such a beautiful thing. "Y/n! Over here!" He signaled for you to bring your truck closer to the backyard. Groaning, your truck obliged, and as soon as you shifted in park, your friend opened the door with a hand lifted for you to climb down. "Milady," he joked as his big hand engulfed yours.
Without letting go, he guided you to the rest of the tribe already gathered behind his little house. Some of the boys were working on making a big fire, and you were delighted to smell some delicious burgers being cooked over on the BBQ. Emily was busy ordering Sam and Paul around as she laid out plate after plate of delicious-looking food on a nearby table. You couldn't help a smile when you saw her swat Paul on the shoulder for not checking the patties often enough, and made a mental note to go and say hi to your friend as Jake pulled you in the opposite direction.
You reached the sitting area where Jacob's father and a few others were gathered, idly talking. You couldn't ignore the funny looks Quil and Jared kept giving you as you approached the little group. They whispered to each other, giggling like little gossips before Jake gave them the darkest look you'd ever seen to shut them up. You ignored their odd behaviour but couldnât shake the feeling that something was going on.
Before you could ask anyone about it, Paul announced the food was ready, and slowly the small crowd went over to fill their plates. After filling up yours with more food than you could ever ingest, Jake guided you to his friends with one hand on the small of your back. Its iridescent presence you could never ignore made shivers run down your spine. Small touches like this one were becoming more and more familiar between the two of you. Even so, you didnât think you would ever get used to the delicious warmth it always spread in your body.
You all sat around the fire, eating merrily the food Emily prepared and as you joked with everyone, you were once again surprised by how comfortable you felt around them all. How natural it felt for you to be with them. To sit by Jake's side, his thigh pressed against yours as if any space between your bodies was intolerable.
You were caught in a conversation with Seth, the sound of laughter and excited conversation filling your ears. Jakeâs presence by your side made you feel so content and safe. Until one minute you were laughing with Seth, and the next you felt Jacob getting up. "Everything okay?" you asked. You didn't hear what was said but were aware that he was talking with Quil and that their tone had gotten heated before abruptly stopping.
"Yeah, just gonna get something to drink." he curtly answered.
You gave him a quick smile, knowing by the expression on his face he was not okay. Which was later confirmed by the way he sat next to you but kept a very noticeable distance. You didn't comment on it, not wanting to make a scene, but when you focused on your plate again hunger had completely left you.
"Hey, don't mind him, Y/n. Quil's an idiot," whispered Seth.
You looked at him with question marks in your eyes. "Oh, sorry, I thought you heard what he said. Uhm, he just said something about how you and Jake acted like a couple."
You turned your head in Jake's direction, but despite your pointed stare, his eyes would not drift in your direction. You analyzed the distance between the two of you, feeling a sharp pain in your heart. That would explain Quil and Jaredâs odd behaviour earlier and the death stare Jacob had given them. You had thought it was simply because he didnât want them to tease you. Now, you had the sinking feeling his reaction was due to another reason completely.
The night merrily carried on until late, the elders had gone home and it was only the pack and you left around the fire. The joyous heat had simmered to hot embers, encouraging you to scoot closer, chasing the warmth.
Jake kept looking over at you, an ounce of worry in his dark eyes. He was still far away, not making eye contact or talking with you. Your frustration at his distant behaviour had only grown during the night but when he suddenly signaled for you to follow him and walked towards his car you followed without hesitation. You looked at him open the door, fetching something on his seat, and back out. He walked closer and handed you his coat.
"I saw you shivering. Thought you could use this." His tone was low and even here, alone and away from the group he avoided your eyes. You stared at the piece of clothing in your hands, more confused than you'd ever been. A petty part of you, angry at him for acting so distant wanted to refuse and walk away. But the part of you that was freezing its ass off couldn't refuse the perspective of more warmth.
You wrapped it around your shoulders as you looked at him. "So this is what this is about. You only wanted to give me this?" His failure to answer only made you sigh deeper with annoyance. "I'm so confused, Jake." You didn't have to add anything, from the way he looked at you and the sigh he let out, you knew he knew. "You've been acting so weird but keep behaving like nothing's going on. Tonight, I mean, what is that? I come here, you look happy to see me. Then suddenly Quil says some dumb shit and you get as far away from me as possible. What's up with that? Are you ashamed? Is that what this is?"
He sharply looked up from the ground. An animal light fired up his eyes. "I would and will never feel ashamed of being with you. Never."
"Then what's going on? Tell me. Ever since that night, you've been acting differently."
You had reached a new level of intimacy in your friendship that night a month ago. You both shared private information, deciding to trust and rely on each other. But that night, there were also a lot of secrets still kept.
"Y/n I- I can't."
"Can't what? Jake, tell me. I can weather it. Whatever it is."
His body shook under the intensity. He seemed to be fighting his whole self to get the words out. Then it clicked. You remembered a year ago when you'd seen him in such a state. When he started his transformation, Sam had forbidden him from telling you. You only discovered his secret when you infiltrated his house and found him half wolf, half human in the most terrifying process you had ever seen. Your blood started boiling in your veins.
"Are you fucking kidding me? This, again?" You turned to look at the people gathered around the fire a few meters away. Your gaze zoomed in on its target. Sam, laughing with Emily sitting at his side. "I'm done with this."
You stormed over to the bonfire and planted yourself in front of the leader. Sam looked up at you with a laid-back smile which quickly disappeared when he noticed you were fuming with rage.
"Y/n, is everything okay?" he carefully asked, then he looked back at Jacob running up behind you. A shadow passed in his gaze.
"You know what's wrong. You're doing it again. This is the thing I hate the most about your powers, Sam. Taking away someone's right to talk is wrong. Especially when it puts him in pain." You pointed to Jake, not taking your eyes away from Sam. You heard Jacob mumbling for you to calm down and let it go, but ignored him. "This needs to end."
"Y/n..." he started. You noticed the complete silence surrounding you and the tense look he kept giving Jacob.
Sam was an honest guy. He was a great leader who always took responsibility and ownership of his actions. The fact that he wasn't saying anything wasn't like him at all. He had never tried to deny the orders he gave in the past. Realization shook your core as you felt a deep sadness pierce your stomach. "You're not the one who asked Jake not to tell me anything." You turned to look at your friend, the truth written on his face. "You asked him."
His failure to answer was the only confirmation you needed. A storm of thoughts and emotions took control of your senses. Dread, dismay and then burning rage took hold of your brain. "Why." The simple word sounded harsh and rough coming from your mouth.
"Y/n, please let it go," he begged in a whisper.
"This is so dramatic for nothing. I don't get what's the big deal and why he would ever ask that," you heard someone mumble. Everyone turned to look at Quil, who froze under the sudden weight of the attention. "What? It's the truth. There's no reason he should ever want to hide that Y/n's..."
Faster than your human senses could comprehend Jacob had pounced on his friend. Throwing him off the seat he was in, he trapped him on the ground. Even if Quil was also a werewolf, there was no way he could ever fight Jacob off right now.
"You shut the fuck up. This has nothing to do with you." Jacob's voice sounded poisonous. Immediately, the other members got to their feet, ready to pull them apart. Jacob seemed like he was taller and meaner. Long gone was the sunshiney smile you loved so much. At that moment, he was more wolf than human. "This is my business. She is my business and no one else."
Everybody looked at the ground, no one would cross eyes with you. The sound of his voice when he uttered these words, the way his body seemed to be angled to protect you even if he was a few feet away. You had seen this behavior before and had observed it a thousand times in Sam's behavior toward Emily or in Paul's toward Rachel. Another realization hit you like the impact of a collision between two asteroids.
Your eyes were fixed on Jacobâs back, still turned to you. Even then, you could feel it. You always knew. Some part of you always knew. That bond between the two of you was stronger than just love or friendship. It was destined, you were two parts of the same soul.
You staggered, feeling light-headed, when a gentle touch at your elbow stabilized you. Emily stood beside you, helping you stay collected and brushing your back with comforting strokes.
"Breathe Y/n." You barely heard her but listened to her words. Fresh air filled your lungs and steadied you. You looked back at Jacob who had immediately released Quil when he saw your reaction. Worry was written on his face. You hoped he could read the fury written on yours.
You walked up to him and stopped when you were barely inches away. For the first time that night, Jacob looked thrown off. You searched his eyes before you started screaming. "YOU IDIOT?? WHY WOULD YOU NOT WANT ME TO KNOW I'M YOUR IMPRINT? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TRY AND FORBID ME TO KNOW THAT." You stepped back, and turned on yourself, grabbing at your hair like a mad woman. "I can't BELIEVE you hid that from me. I can't believe you tried to do that. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH ME? Is this what it is? You don't want to be with me? The thought of being with me was so abhorrent that you asked your leader to FORBID you from telling me?"
Your eyes filled to the brim with angry tears as you confronted him. He chuckled, a dry thing, devoid of any real amusement. "How can you even say that? Now I am an asshole for wanting you to have a choice? For wanting you not to feel obliged to be with me because of some ancient wolf thing? For wanting you to have a choice to escape this life you would have with me?" His eyes were feverish, a particular kind of pain shining in them.
"What- what do you even mean?"
"After what happened to you, I didn't want you to feel tied to me, the reason you were almost killed. That's something I can never change Y/n. Danger and threat will follow me wherever I go." His shoulders slumped miserably. "It's not fair of me to profit from the imprinting process to have you with me. To have you be with someone like me."
There was no sound except for the singing crickets in the night and the sound of the fire softly dying out.
"Jake..." His words extinguished any fire in your chest. You understood better than anyone else the feeling of wanting to protect someone you cared about. You delicately took his face in your hands, "Jacob Black. I want you to understand this and get it through your thick skull. That was not your fault. None of this is. No matter what happened, I... I wouldn't change it. The night of the incident, I remember how happy I was walking to you and the rest of the pack." At that, you looked with love and respect at all the members still surrounding you.
"You can't say that," he whispered painfully, tears in his chocolate eyes. You exhaled and forced his chin up so he'd look at you. "I mean it. I knew you were at Emily's and I know I would still make the same choice of walking over there to be with you. There are no other possible options for me when it comes to you. I need to be where you are."
The atmosphere changed and the other members took it as their exit signal and left you two under the stars. A soft light illuminated his eyes as he looked at you. "How could you ever think I wouldn't want to be with you?" You felt his hands warm your cold cheeks. "Are you really that blind? It's always been you, Y/n. You've changed the trajectory of my life from the moment I laid eyes on you. Even before the wolf stuff, I always knew you were the one for me. I love you Y/n."
A warm fuzzy feeling spread from your head to your toes as you listened to the soft timber of his voice in the cold night. Nothing else mattered at that moment, it was only you and him and the confession he just shared with you.
"So you asked Sam to forbid you from telling me so I could have a choice?"
He nodded, "I didn't trust myself to keep the secret, I can't keep anything from you. If you want to be with me, I want it to be because you... love me, not because you feel you have to respect some ancient wolf thing ritual." You heard his hesitation to utter the word love. Even after all the time you had spent together, doubt and fear still had their claws embedded in his brain.
"You say I must be blind not to have seen your feelings for me, but I'd say you aren't better. Ever since we were kids, it has always been you. The boy who made mud pies with me. My best friend. The person who supported me through everything. The man. The werewolf. You, in all your forms, Jacob. I am yours, and I think I have always been."
He let out a shaky breath, his dark eyes transfixed on your face, his hands limp at his side. He nervously licked his lips, "Can I kiss you?"
You nodded imperceptibly, the rhythm of your own heart accelerating as he bent down. You felt his soft breath fan over your lips and waited patiently until his plush lips met yours. This new contact solidified something inside of your chest, the bond connecting the two of you seemed to tighten, a clear presence you couldnât ignore anymore. You melted completely into his embrace when his strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you up as your knees wobbled under the intensity of the moment.
You were home. You had found him. Your forever.
Your Jacob.
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Doppelganger (oc) short story: (story cause and outcome depends on how the obsession acts)
(The Fungus universe)
Tw: Yandere, exhibition smut, non-con.
They Love You
Lights, such a bright light that engulfed your irises torturing them for ever trying to see. The sounds of whispers from a hidden crowd in the far darkness that surrounded you while a tingly feeling spread through your legs.
The chair you were seated on started to creak as a force pushed it back along with your body. Your legs were held by gentle yet firm hands that were slowly tracing circles into the flesh while your hands trembled against the restraints that bound you to that chair. Wrists turned red from the friction while your bare skin was out on display for this whole âcrowdâ to see. The âcrowdâ you couldn't even acknowledge.
Tilting youâre head back you moaned, the sensation in between your thighs getting better and better until the person causing such feelings took a break. Jacob parted his lips in awe peeking his head back to you, his smile almost breaking his face. âGod⌠if I had known the Liar would have let me do this after that successful break-in⌠I would have done it soonerâ he said in between breaths. He was breathless, drugged even.
While talking he trailed his tongue over his lips and you would have grimaced at such actions if you weren't too dazed to start complaining. This also meant you didn't flinch when he dropped your legs, letting them lay idle on the chair while he traced a finger over your cunt and taking said finger licking it clean.
Not the worst thing you have seen, but your embarrassment grew as he stood raising his hand while sticking out his tongue to the âcrowdâ. He was taunting the others⌠This sick bastard.
Your arousal was evident as he turned to the side letting your body more in view to the hidden crown that shrouded in the darkness the lights hid. You didn't know if you wished for them to continue hiding or for the lights to return. Each sounded equally as awful, just as awful as The Doppelganger's touch on your collarbone.
âSo long you have been with us and you still think there are people here who don't drool at your very mention. Come on, they love youâ he whispered getting too close for comfort.
Your non-existent response must have been enough for him to quickly return to your front. Hands taking their place on lifting you to his view; he returned to his little part of the show. His tongue began to trail up and down your nerves, your moans being accompanied by his groans. Like a damn dog getting a drink of water.
âDamn itâ. His actions became faster and before you knew it he left you back to square one. Couldn't even finish the job leaving your body aching for more. âI have something better for you dearâŚâ.
Your pulls agasint rope could resemble how he pulled against his pants already giving you all the ideas of what the next step would be. Is it bad your kinda excited for it? Being left wanting more twice has already made your already hot insides into a boil. You just needed something to cool you off.
While your mind was getting filled with some unsavory thoughts, your eyes started to trail down Jacobâs form. Must have been obvious since his smirk grew along with a snicker. âWorked hard for this body dear. You don't have to tell me I'm beautiful. I know itâ.
Yeah right⌠you rolled your eyes as he discarded his clothes leaving himself bare alongside you. He wasn't a muscular man, more on the slender side. Thin finger tips, long but slim arms. The only thing that had a bit more meat was his chest and that description is a bit too generous.
Yet again he can change his form at any moment. You sometimes wonder why he likes that form so much.
âHmm⌠Donât worry. You will get your fill. Just like I and the others will get oursâ he muttered hovering above you before looking at your bonded hands, an idea clearly showing in his eyes. âSit very still dear,â he said quickly going to the back of the wooden chair leaving you to promptly remember you were being watched⌠by eyes you can't even see.
Your eyes trailed the darkness as you felt your hands being maneuvered by Jacob. Did it really matter?
Your thoughts were interrupted as the loud sound of rope being torn made its presence. How the doppelganger broke it was a mystery, but you were too tired to even think of making a run. Jacob just grabbed your body like a ragdoll and made you lay on the floor. Which was worse. YayâŚ
âIm getting too tired for thisâŚâ you complained as he positioned himself behind you. You could feel his arosal. Very hard arousal as he extended both arms to his sides with a smile like if he won a battle. Yet again you were the star of the show quickly proven by how he raised you torso up letting everyone see your face and chest more clearly. And also pushing you closer to his girth but you try to ignore that.
Nevertheless, you can not ignore the warm feeling of fullness as he pushes into you or the quick pace he decides to start with. You barely did anything not like you wanted to do anything. You just let him hold you like a fleshlight pushing you up and down his member as he pleased.
âOh⌠look at them dear, they want to see you,â he said tilting your face to the darkness. âThere⌠fuck. Let them see you. Let them,â he moaned as he continued plunging into your warm flesh. Damn, it did feel good⌠your insides could agree.
Maybe once you were done⌠you could convince him for a future favor in this âspecialâ place.
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May I request a shapeshifter!reader x platonic!avengers/Bucky where the reader was experimented on by Hydra and received her powers there? The Avengers try to recruit and help reader but sheâs freaked out from all thatâs happened and Bucky helps her overcome the fear and stress and learn to use her powers? Lots of angst but also lots of fluff if possible? (I also want to add your username is amazing lol /gen /lh )
oooooh I've never written a shapeshifter!reader, but I'm very interested with the whole idea. hope you like what I've come up withđĽ°
Tragedy
⥠Pairing: Platonic!Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Shapeshifter!Fem!Reader
⥠Summary: A new shapeshifter recruit has a hard time adjusting to the team, she feels out of place. Bucky knows what it's like to be the outsider and fight to have control, so he comforts her.
⥠Warnings: angst, fluff, talk of hydra experimentation, mentions of past torture, mentions of Bucky's trauma, anxiety, depression, tony being tony
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The Avengers compound had been chaotic for the past week, tons of missions, plenty of people getting burnt outâ overall it was busy. The compound had gathered some new recruits, adding some much needed people to their team. It would take awhile before they were respected like all of the original Avengersâ but theyâd get there in time.
A pair of invisible twins had joined the team, taking time with Wanda to master their ability, practice being stealthy. They also had the ability to read minds, which is why Wanda wanted to work with them.
A boy at the age of 19 had just been recruited, his ability being super strength. He was strong, fast and overall almost as in shape as some certain super soldiers. Steve had taken a liking to the boy immediately, noticing he wasnât just enhancedâ but he had a good heart as well, sweet as pie. Steve didnât hesitate to take him under his wing.
Lastly, there was you. You were the most recent recruitâ having just been released from the asylum. Yeah⌠asylum. Unlike the other new recruits, you had a battered past and a scarred brain. You didnât have an easy journey to become apart of the team. Truthfully, you didnât want to be an avengerâ you were just trying to survive.
You had been rescued almost a year ago from a hidden HYDRA facility. Almost thousands of bodies littered the building, the scattered evidence that HYDRA had been secretly experimenting on innocent people. The team had scopes out the entire building with heavy hearts, not finding any sign of lifeâ until they had found you. He had found you.
James Buchanan Barnes.
Hidden underneath the facility through a tiny window, you were being held, chains keeping you locked int the confined space. The team remembered that image perfectly, the way they shuttered in horror that you had had to live like this for god knows how long. It was an unsettling day, but a victorious one at least. They had saved you and brought you to medical center immediately. After tests had been done, scans had been runâ you were moved to an asylum.
To say you were difficult would be an understatement. But it was just that, you werenât difficultâ you were traumatized. You didnât feel in control of your body, your mindâ your abilities. You were spiraling, the newfound freedom unfamiliarâ uncomfortable. You were kept in a white room for a couple months, until you showed signs of progress. Youâd speak when you had to. Youâd eat if you were told to. You functioned more normally as the days passed, as the therapy sessions came and went.
Truthfully, it was all bullshit. No one recovers from that kind of life. The life of imprisonment and torture.
How could you?
You recovered enough to be allowed out of the white room, walking the halls of the asylum. You knew you didnât belong here, you werenât what they labeled you as⌠crazy. You were struggling to adapt to your new lifeâ thatâs all.
Soon enough, your therapist thought you were stable enough to move on to bigger thingsâ like joining the Avengers. She had briefly told you that she talked with a Mr. Fury, and that you had been invited to be an avenger. You wanted to laugh at the offer, how does one even get an offer like that? Although your declines were ignored and you found out quickly that if you didnât obey and join the avengers, youâd be locked up again at the asylum.
It was either you adapt and do goodâ be good. Or you were back to staring at the white walls. You chose to not put up much of a fight and let them guide you to the compound. In the back of your mind you wondered if you would always be kept somewhere against your will. The Avengers were good compared to HYDRA, but ultimatelyâ they were holding you hostage just as HYDRA was.
Guess you should be used to it by now.
The introduction was embarrassing, everyone staring at you like you were fresh meatâ yeah you were, but the stares had you feeling incredibly self conscious. Everyone seemed nice, offering to help in any way that they could to help you adjust easier. You thanked them quietly and kept to yourself, the team didnât hear much from you ever.
Unlike the other new recruits, no Avenger spoke out to take you under their wing. Nobody wanted you around.
It was a particular rough training day that had things falling apart.
You had wandered into the training room on your own, sitting crisscrossed by the large mirror. You were trying to meditate, since your little scare this morning. You were a shapeshifter, and could transform into any being, take on their appearanceâ but not without difficulty. You could only transform if you had touched something. It was unlike any stories that were ever told about your kindâ shifting was painful. Back at HYDRA, you were chained down to a table while guards would bring in different kinds of creatures, different suffering innocent people. They beat you into shifting, torture you until you took a different form.
When you woke this morning, your heart was beating scarily quick. Your limbs were cold, your fingertips and toes numbâ you had identified it quickly as a panic attack. You dreamt of your days back in HYDRAâ the days you were tortured for hours on end, days on end. You found yourself wanting to shift into a muscular guard you had seen in your dreamâ appear stronger and bigger. You felt you needed to be on alert, protect yourself from the dangers of your dream. The feeling quickly flowed throughout your body, the familiar pain of shifting coming on fastâ so you tried everything you could to calm down. Thatâs where you found yourself sitting in front of the mirror, attempting to meditate.
Bucky wandered into the room, getting ready for his own workout when he noticed your small form on the floor. He watched through the reflection as you had your eyes shut, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He was no expert, but he had an idea of what you were trying to doâ possibly what had happened. His heart clenched at the sight, feeling terrible that someone else had to go through such things.
Sure, he had read your fileâ but that was no way to get to know someone. He was waiting for a good chance to introduce himself, maybe show you around. He found that rather difficult, you were very good at staying hiddenâ sneaking out of a room without notice. He admired your stealthiness, but he didnât want you to feel like you had to be around the compound.
âHey.â He started, feeling bad when he saw you jump slightly at his greeting.
You met his blues through the mirror and turned quickly to face him, standing up along the way.
âHi.â You greeted quietly.
He smiled at your gentle voice, deciding to stop at a good length awayâ not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
âHavenât really gotten a chance to introduce myself since you got here. Iâm Bucky.â He held his flesh hand out.
You eyeballed his hand, knowing that you would gain the ability to take his form if you touched him. You took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air traveling down your throat to your lungsâ before you raised your hand.
âNice to meet you Bucky, Iâm (Y/n).â You said quickly, pulling your hand back to your sideâ ignoring the tingling sensation that his touch had left.
It wasnât the unpleasant feeling of shifting eitherâ it was just a pleasant buzz.
â(Y/n), what do you say after Iâm done in hereâ Iâll show you around the compound. Introduce you to everybody.â He offered and immediately regretted his words at the expression of horror on your face.
You gulped, the thought of meeting so many faces all in one dayâ it was extremely overwhelming and anxiety inducing. You didnât want to mess up your first impression, you wanted to have gotten a good nights rest before you met everyone. You probably looked a mess, your hairâ your clothesâ
â(Y/n)?â
Buckyâs voice snapped you back to the moment and you shook your head, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. Being caught in a little moment there.
âUh⌠Iâd rather meet everyone another time⌠if thatâs okay.â You whispered out, nervous that heâd get mad at your refusal.
He noticed how nervous you were to tell him no, on one hand he was proud that you had spoke upâ knowing you came from HYDRA. Another part of him was saddened at your hesitationâ no doubt you were waiting for a beating or some kind of torture.
âOf course, we can go at your pace.â He told you in a soft voice, hoping to keep the conversation smooth and calm.
You werenât prepared for the kindness and you felt thrown off at his response. It took you a second to gather your thoughts before you could talk again.
âThank you.â You whispered so quietly that you were sure he didnât hear you.
Bucky had though, and even if he didnât respondâ he felt his heart hurt at your scared quiet voice. He hated HYDRAâ so fucking much.
The conversation ended soon after, giving you time to excuse yourself to your room while Bucky started his workoutâ all his thoughts of you of course.
You hadnât given him a full answer in his offer. He knew you didnât want to meet everyone yetâ which was fine. But he still wanted to show you aroundâ if you wanted to.
After he showered and cleaned himself up, it was the late afternoon. He headed up to your room to retrieve you.
He knocked three times before waiting patiently. He could hear the faint thuds of you inside, and by the sounds of itâ you hadnât been expecting a visitor.
The door swung open and your eyes widened at Bucky standing there. For a second you wondered if someone was setting him up to do this⌠talk to you.
âHey. Was wondering if you were still up for the tour?â He asked hesitantly, waiting for you to decline.
You thought for a moment, taking in the way he looked clean, his hair seemed freshly washed and shiny. Your eyes wandered to his outfit, jeans and a navy blue henley that complimented his eyes. You smiled little at how put together he looked.
âJust you and I?â You wondered, swaying on your feet.
He nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets.
âJust us. Whatta ya say?â
You wondered how much it would hurt to find out he was indeed being forced to hang with you. It would stingâ but would it really be anything new? You repeled people and thatâs the way you liked it. No one had the chance of hurting you if you didnât let anyone in.
You gave in regardless, taking a chance. Knowing that this was going to hurt.
âOkay. Lemme get a sweater.â You told him, sneaking back inside you roomâ grabbing a gray knitted sweater.
Pulling it over your tank, you exited your room and closed your door with a click. Turning towards him, you were met with happy crinkly eyes, his warm smile beaming into you. It was hard not to smile back, but you managed somehow.
âWhere to?â You asked.
âI donât know about you, but Iâm hungry. First stopâ the kitchen.â He announced dramatically.
You could tell he was trying a little too hard to make you comfortable. But it was an appreciated gestureâ you just couldnât stop thinking about how much this was going to hurt.
Every sweet gesture was just another rock being placed over your chest. Eventually your bones wouldnât be able to hold the rocksâ theyâd crack them and crush your heart.
You said nothing as you followed behind him, wandering through the hallways until you both entered the kitchenâ which was full of avengers. Your anxiety spiked immediately and you wanted to disappear from all the staring.
âHeyyyy! Look who it is! Itâs the rookieâ are you done hiding from us now?â Tony asked dramatically, fake being hurt.
His question was fair, but you couldnât find yourself able to answer with all eyes on you. You could feel yourself start to sweat, your hands cold and becoming numb. Some may think youâre being dramatic, but you just werenât mentally prepared to meet everyone.
âTony donâtâŚâ Bucky warned lowly, trying to keep his voice down as to not bring any more attention on you.
âOh câmon Barnesâ you have to be a little curious as to where sheâs been hiding this whole time. Letâs remember this is my propertyâ I deserve to know whoâs living in it.â He said as a matter of factly.
You swallowed and tried thinking of a response. Maybe you should apologize. You wondered.
âShe still deserves privacy Stark.â Natasha voiced from the corner of the room.
Tony rolled his eyes, turning back towards you with a smirk.
âSooo whatâs up rookie? Where ya been?â He asked.
Despite many trying to defend youâ they were also curious as to where you have been. They knew of your arrival and hadnât seen you much since then, besides Bucky. But he was only just starting to talk with you today.
âIâve been in my room mostly, trying to adjust.â You managed to make out, your throat was still tight with nerves.
Bucky looked to you with a pitied gaze. He felt bad that he had put you in this position.
âYou should totally come to a famous Avengers movie night sometime kid.â Tony suggested, and a bunch of the surrounding Avengers nodded.
You relaxed just slightly, although Tony was pushy and loudâ you could tell he had good intentions. You nodded your head and attempted a small smile.
âYeah, that sounds great. Iâll definitely make it one night.â You told him, and he smiled in triumph.
âIâm not too hungry anymoreâ wanna get outta here?â Bucky spoke from beside you, and you felt relief at his words.
âYes please.â You whispered to him, earning a smile from the soldier.
You two waved your goodbyes and headed out of the room, heading towards the living area. Bucky immediately spoke up once you two were away from the rest.
â(Y/n), Iâm so sorryâ I didnât think theyâd all be in there. Please know that I didnât do that to you on purpose.â He apologized and you took him by surprise by grabbing his metal hand.
âItâs fine, I believe you.â You reassured him, âBesides, Tony is right. I need to stop hiding.â
Bucky softened his gaze and held your hand properly with his metal one, getting your attention on his blues.
âHey, you donât have to rush into anything. You go at your pace, okay?â He told you, his voice smooth and gentle. âI know what itâs like to switch to this lifestyle after living withâŚâ
He trailed off, knowing your story from the file but he didnât know if you knew that. Of course, you had assumed everyone knew your storyâ kind of sucked, but you didnât have a choice in the matter.
âI know. Its much different here than Hydra.â You finished for him. âIt will take time but Iâll get there. I already feel better now that I can talk to you.â
âIâm here if you ever need to talkâ about anything. Iâm not so sure how great I am with advice but⌠Iâm a good listener.â He told you.
You smiled and gave his metal hand a tiny playful tug.
âThank you Bucky.â
He nodded and gave your hand a playful tug back.
âDonât need to thank me, just know Iâm here for you.â
A/N: havenât proofread thisâ ignore spelling mistakesđĽ°
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Howâd This Happen?!
A/n: First Post! Please enjoy! This was inspired by @idkfitememate Boar!Creator!
I was floating... itâs dark? What..?
I was just playing Genshin Impact... Where am I now..? Itâs getting cold... Huh... Whatâs that light? When you first woke up, you didnât understand what was happening. But you got isekaiâd into Genshin Impact, as a cat.Â
You mostly looked like Luna from Sailor Moon... but your eyes. They were like a normal catâs, but golden, and your pupils looked like Primogems.Â
Great... You thought annoyed, youâve read stories, some get cool powers, others get their phones... but you got a Cat! How unfair, but you choose to feel thankful, you didnât know if their was anything to this place yet...Â
They could have killed you for being an âImPoStOr,â you mentally mock the name... But you started to wonder and ended up cutting yourself.
Not gold blood. Not stary blood. Or pink blood. It looked like the Galaxy, the drops that lost contact with your skin floated up to the sky...
So... You were a god? How does that work? You were stuck in the form of a cat... So confusing... But you decided to wander around and learn.
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In the few weeks youâve been here, youâve found out the following.
One, the true âImpostor,â had descended here long ago.
Two, they werenât an animal.
Three, you did, in fact, have a human form, but felines are your âSymbolic Animals,â odd, but youâve always been a cat person. (You did figure out how to turn back into human, but you didnât have clothes and turned right back into a cat.)
Four, you can control the different elements; So you decided to be chaotic and make a cat friendly base in the trees and ground so no one would find you.
Five, the mobs didnât attack you.
So far, when someoneâs seen you, youâd bolt. But now, you have a proper escape plan! So, you started working. Of course, you struggled, after all, you werenât exactly used to being a cat yet, or using the elemental powers. But you managed.Â
Thankfully, Tevyat helped you, making sure you found fresh and clean water; giving you cat-friendly fruits to eat, or letting you catch big fishes; making sure the waters were calm if you tried swimming; and the winds gently blew you dry after.
But after a few months, you made a very small cave system for cats, or bunnies now that you think of the size, to travel through. You didnât fully understand Dendro enough to make a tree base.
More time passed, as you lived as a cat. You didnât care to keep up a âgood appearance,â why should you? Youâre a cat in the forests near Mondstadt, staying alive was more important for you.
Time actually was passing so fast because you were so used to your worldâs time. So, you didnât really eat or sleep like the others here. So before you could process, a year had gone by...Â
You spend that time playing; chasing seelies, napping with slimes, and visiting some Melusines in Fontaine (Them not telling anyone your the Creator). Letting the hilichurls braid your now fluffy and long fur.Â
And you were getting homesick; yes, you were having fun... But you missed your parents, your older brother, your friends... Hell! You missed school, as crazy as it sounds...
No one here called you by your name... No one looked at you... No one thought anything of you now... But it was your face and name being taken by that person...Â
You shake yourself out of your thoughts, angrily... You didnât like this as much as you thought you did... You enjoyed being free and not being hunted down... but you wanted to talk to people...
But you joined your favorite Hilichurl Camp, joining in with the fire dance. You were invested into the dance as you breathed Fireballs, of different shapes, into the night sky; Thankfully, not harming any trees, or wildlife.
But, barely missed the boy who was acting like a wolf-... Wait!?
Thanks for reading!! Sorry for my first post being so short, but updates will be slow... Once again, this was inspired by @idkfitememate please check them out!
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