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makoodles · 1 year

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ミ the mightiest

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🍓 pairing: neteyam x human fem reader 🍓tags: nsfw, aged up neteyam (obviously), jealousy, alien cultural misunderstandings, oral sex (f receiving) vaginal sex, size kink, voyeurism, brief na'vi oc x reader, mentions of reader sleeping with other na'vi men

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notes: okay i had to split this into two parts because it surpassed the tumblr word limit 🙃 here’s part 1, and I’ll post part 2 in a day or two!

adult neteyam art created by the incredibly talented @cinetrix, whose work motivated me to write for adult neteyam in the first place!!

The tsahìk’s hut is cool and dark, offering a much needed reprieve from the hot balmy air of the day outside. It’s been a quiet day for you, though you can’t complain about that; it’s a pleasant change of pace from the usual hectic rush of people that usually pass through.

It’s one of the rare days that Mo’at has left you to tend to the duties of the healing hut alone; it had taken years to reach this level of trust with her, and you find yourself almost deliriously proud to be able to help out. Na’vi medicinal practices are very different to human ones, but your training in first-aid has given you enough knowledge and experience to hold your own when it comes to helping out with the smaller day-to-day ailments that tend to pass through the healing hut.

Besides, you’re always happy to give Mo’at a break. She had claimed that she needed time to commune with Eywa, though secretly you suspect that she just likes to take some time to herself in her old age. But that’s fine – you’ve always found helping out in the healing hut soothing, and your heart swells at the fact that Mo’at trusts you enough to leave you in charge, even if it’s only for a few hours.

It also helps when your patient is a big, hunky alien warrior with more muscles than brains, who sits in front of you as you smear a herbal paste over the scratches he had gotten in training earlier that day.

Txeyto is not an easy patient; he flinches when you prod his wounds, whines when you clean them, and complains as you smear the paste on his scrapes. It’s a little irritating, but the sight of his big broad shoulders and chiselled abdomen is enough to soothe the worst of your aggravation.

“Are you nearly finished?” Txeyto complains, flinching away from your fingers once more.

You bite your tongue and force a smile. Patience has never been your strong suit, and Txeyto is certainly testing the short reserves you have left. But he’s very handsome, and very skilled at archery, and you feel that his physical attractiveness outweighs the minor personality flaws.

“Yes, just another few moments.” You murmur, keeping your voice low and soothing as though speaking to a child.

Txeyto settles a little when you use the baby voice on him, and you struggle to keep your face blank at the ridiculousness of it all. Men are such children, even the big strong Na’vi warriors that should be above such behaviour. He’s lucky he’s handsome.

“How did you get these injuries, hm?” You ask, using a light touch to dab some of Mo’at’s specially formulated healing paste onto his scrapes. You keep your fingers as gentle as possible, but Txetyo still winces dramatically.

He perks up at your question, his tails swaying low over the floor where you’re both sat cross-legged. “I have been training very hard. I am one of the best archers in the village now.”

“No doubt.” You murmur distractedly as you work.

“But it is important for a tsamsiyu to be competent in many forms of combat, so I must practice my hand-to-hand combat also,” Txetyo continues, apparently forgetting to wince now that he’s talking. “Neteyam has been helping me train.”

Ah. You can’t help the face you make at that, and you’re thankful that Txeyto’s back is facing you so that he can’t see your expression. You also can’t help the way you cast a quick glance towards the entrance to the hut, as though worried that simply speaking the name aloud will summon Toruk Makto’s eldest son.

“Is that right?” You say, keeping your tone carefully neutral. “So, he’s the one that got you all scraped up like this?”

Txetyo’s shoulders flex under your hands, and you realise without looking at his face that you’ve stung his pride.

“I scraped him up also.” He grumbles, shifting to try and peer over his shoulder. “They are wounds to be proud of, as I got them in combat.”

You don’t think that a couple of minor scratches from wrestling around in the mud with one of the village’s biggest dickheads count as combat wounds, but you don’t argue. You just hum non-committedly, paying more attention to his bruises than is entirely necessary.

“You should be careful,” You say instead, running your fingers carefully over one of the bruises discolouring the pretty blue skin of his defined bicep. “It’s a shame to see these lovely muscles all bruised up.”

There’s a long moment’s pause. It seems as though the cogs in Txetyo’s head are working slowly, because he seems to be struggling to understand your flirty tone of voice. But when it finally seems to click, he turns his head to peer at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Ah,” He says, his shoulders squaring as he seems to preen. “You like them?”

God, he really is a little dumb. But that’s okay. You don’t necessarily need a man with brains.

“Mhmm,” You hum, allowing your hand to rest on the bulge of his bicep. “I like strong men.”

That’s true, if a little bit of an oversimplification. You’ve lived as a human on Pandora your whole life, but it was only in recent years since you’ve reached adulthood that you’ve started really paying attention to the people around you. And good lord, you had some impressive specimens to look at.

You find yourself drawn to their athletic and toned bodies, their radiant blue skin, their cat-like grace and agility. Maybe it’s because you had grown up on Pandora with no humans your age other than Spider, but you find yourself especially drawn to your size. The sheer size of their hands alone are enough to fluster you, especially when your brain is flooded with images of those big hands in other contexts.

And luckily for you, there’s no shortage of Na’vi that are interested in experimenting with humans, too.

Txetyo visibly perks up, his ears twitching forward as he finally seems to notice the way your much smaller hands are lingering on his body as you patch him up.

“I am very strong.” He says, tail thumping against the ground.

You fight the urge to sigh. He’ll never make a great conversationalist, but that’s alright. He’s big and strong and handsome, and you just want to relieve some tension.

“I know.” You murmur, your lips quirking a little as you shuffle around so that you’re kneeling in front of him, your knees pressed close to his thighs. “But I could still kiss your scratches better, if you’d like.”

Kissing wounds better is definitely a human colloquialism that Txetyo doesn’t understand, judging by the furrow of his brow, but he doesn’t seem to care. He reaches out and wraps a big hand around your waist, and you feel a pulse of arousal low in your belly in response.

“You like my muscles so much that treating my wounds has aroused you?” He asks, the smugness in his voice impossible to miss.

His pompousness is a little irritating, but you can ignore that because his hands are big and warm and it’s exciting to feel his palm start to push its way under your cotton tank top. The few Na’vi men you’ve been with before had been absolutely fascinated with the soft squishiness of your human breasts, so your breath hitches in anticipation as his hand reaches up to grope at your tits over your bra.

Okay, you can probably admit that you’re a little pent up. It’s probably a terrible idea to allow Txetyo to feel you up like this in the middle of the healing hut, but you’re horny.

If you’re telling the truth, you’ve been hoping for a chance like this all week – but there’s one thing, one irritation, that has been preventing you by interrupting every damn chance you’ve gotten alone with any man.

In fact, you’ve been interrupted so often and so many times that you’re almost expecting it, even as Txetyo’s big hands squeeze at your tits. He’s a little rough with it, but he’s so much bigger than you that you suppose that’s unavoidable – besides, his strength only adds to the thrill.

Then, just like clockwork, as though there’s some kind of sensor that goes off whenever you’re about to get some, there’s a rustling sound by the entrance of the hut before the little woven drape covering the doorway is pulled back.

And then, who else would be standing there, but Neteyam. One of the few people on the whole planet that can actually ruin your whole day just by showing his stupid face.

His eyes find you, but his expression doesn’t change as he glances over your flustered expression and the hand that Txetyo still has shoved up your top. He tilts his head, and it feels as though he’s examining every damn detail all at once; the ointment smeared all over Txetyo’s bruises from training, the way you’ve shuffled so close to Txetyo that you’re practically straddling his thigh, your unsteady breathing behind your mask.

“Ah. Am I interrupting?” He asks with a hint of wry humour to his voice, as though he hasn’t interrupted every attempt at getting laid you’ve made this month.

It has to be on purpose. That, or he has some sort of nearly supernatural sense for when you’re horny, because he always seems to show up every goddamned time. Somehow it’s gotten worse in the last few weeks, too. You’ve barely been able to get a moment alone with whoever you’ve been chatting up before Neteyam has appeared, snapping at them to get back to training or duties or whatever lousy excuse he’s been able to come up with in the moment.

“What do you want?” You snap, impatient and too strung tight to waste your energy on pretending at politeness.

A very delayed reaction finally hits Txetyo, and he scrambles to remove his hand from the inside of your top. His hand alone is so large that the outline of it is painfully obvious even through your shirt, and you close your eyes with a sigh as he clumsily pushes himself away from you in a rather ungainly attempt at pretending nothing was going on.

“Neteyam!” He blurts, his ears flattening against his skull. He’s clearly mortified at being caught in such a position by Toruk Makto’s son, and he overcompensates by attempting to scoot away as though he hadn’t even been touching you.

You try not to roll your eyes – you’re used to this, after all. You’ve been with several Na’vi men, but they all seem to have the same sort of embarrassment about actually being open with the fact that they’ve hooked up with you. You can’t be all that annoyed about it, you suppose. You understand where it’s coming from. You’ve been around the Omaticaya your whole life, and while the taboo of having Sky People around has faded somewhat, that doesn’t mean that anyone is actually willing to admit that they’ve been with you.

You’re used to it. It’s fine. You’re just a little mortified that Neteyam is currently witnessing the scramble for Txetyo to get away from you.

He’s watching the other man with his head still tilted to the side, his big golden eyes dark in the cool shade of the hut. A muscle in his jaw is flexing, like he’s trying not to laugh.

“I will- I will see you later?” Txetyo whispers to you as he stands. He probably intended for his voice to be low enough that it stayed between just you and him, but the hut is quiet enough that there’s no doubt Neteyam can hear him just fine.

“Mhm. Yeah.” You murmur back, watching Txetyo’s big broad back as he steps away from you, all hasty and flustered.

Txetyo gets as far as Neteyam, who’s still standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. Neteyam doesn’t so much as shift, his eyes dragging with lazy satisfaction over the myriad of scrapes and bruises that he had left on Txetyo during their sparring earlier.

Txetyo shifts on his feet, visibly nervous in the face of his future chief’s judgement. “Ah… Will we train again tomorrow, Neteyam?”

Neteyam hums non-committedly, before finally stepping away from the doorway. He brushes past Txetyo, and you wonder if he’s always so dismissive of his fellow warriors or if he’s just being an even bigger dickhead today for some reason.

“We will see.” Neteyam says shortly, though he’s not even looking Txetyo’s way.

Taking that as the dismissal it so clearly is, Txetyo nods awkwardly before disappearing out of the hut, leaving you and Neteyam alone.

For a long moment, you do your best to avoid looking up. You’re beyond irritated right now, made so much worse by the fact that your panties are kind of wet and you’re so fucking desperate for attention right now. The little wooden bowls knock together clumsily as you try to arrange them without looking up, but it becomes difficult when Neteyam lowers himself down to sit opposite you.

“The tsahìk’s hut is a bold place for such activities.” He says, and you don’t have to look up to know that there’s a stupid smug look on his face. “What would my grandmother think?”

As he sits down, he places a woven bag by your knee. You don’t need to look at it to know what it is; he’s always bringing stuff to the healing hut for his grandmother. Herbs or medicinal plants, fibres for weaving bandages, even animal bones that he had whittled down for needles for suturing.

Even you can grudgingly admit it’s thoughtful; but he only ever seems to bring it when you’re around. It’s like he just wants to rub it in your face that he excels at everything he does – it’s extremely annoying.

You finally look up, your face already scrunched in a scowl. “What do you want?”

He raises his hairless brows at you, an expression he no doubt learned from his father. “I would like my cuts from training treated. What else would I be here for?”

And now you know that he’s just messing with you, because while Txetyo was covered in bruises and abrasions from his tough training session earlier, Neteyam doesn’t have a single visible scratch.

“What exactly am I supposed to treat?” You ask, voice tight.

Neteyam shifts, proffering you his shoulder, and you see a single scrape along his otherwise flawless striped blue skin. You purse your lips, staring at it in mild disbelief.

“You can’t be serious.” You say, deadpan.

But it’s clear that Neteyam is serious, because he’s already stretching out on the comfy woven rugs of his grandmother’s hut as if he belongs there. It’s obvious that he has no intention of moving – he must have come here just to torture you.

You blow out a frustrated breath, the inside of your respirator mask fogging up briefly before rapidly clearing. Neteyam is infuriating. He gets under your skin in a way that no one else does, as though he knows every goddamn little button to press just to aggravate you.

Maybe it’s just a by-product of having been raised as next in line to lead the Omaticaya, or of being Toruk Makto’s oldest son, but you’ve always found Neteyam closed off and distant.

Truthfully, you can’t say for certain if he’s always been this way. When you were young teenagers, you hadn’t had much contact with him; he was always busy with his own training, and then the whole Sully family had left for Awa’atlu. When they had returned, several years later, Neteyam had been more reserved, and yet somehow even cockier and more confident than ever.

“I don’t understand you. There’s no need for you to get this scrape seen to, and you know it. You just like wasting my time.”

He just watches you as you complain, his eyes hooded and dark in a way that honestly leaves you a little heated. He doesn’t deny it, which only irritates you further. You knew he was just trying to annoy you!

“It’s your job to treat wounds when you’re here, isn’t it?” He asks, and you can see the way his tail is lazily undulating behind him, skimming across the woven carpet. He’s enjoying arguing with you.

You huff out a put-upon sigh, before grabbing two of the jars. The ointment is naturally antiseptic but it goes on with quite a sting; you try not to feel satisfied about that as you coat your fingers in it before dabbing it onto the scrape on Neteyam’s shoulder. You’re not as gentle as you’d usually be either, your patience is too thin for you to be considerate with him right now.

But this is not Txetyo. This is Neteyam, and he doesn’t so much as flinch as you rub the paste over his still sluggishly bleeding scratch, even though you know it must sting. You try not to feel irked by his stoicism.

As you work, Neteyam’s head rolls back. In a move that’s almost imperceptible, his nostrils flare and he scents the air. You assume it’s the fairly astringent scent of the herbal paste you’ve just pulled out that’s bothering him, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Problem?”

His lips quirk, though he manages to keep his expression neutral. “No. I am simply enjoying being under your tender care.”

You narrow your eyes at him. He’s mocking you now.

The fact that he had walked in on Txetyo’s hand up your top as he groped at your tits feels like a heavy unspoken weight in between you as you dab at his minor wound. You keep waiting for him to bring it up, to laugh at you for it, but he remains stubbornly quiet as you work, his golden eyes watching you in quiet contemplation.

In fact, he’s never brought up any of the times he’s interrupted you right before you got with someone. He’s caught you in varying levels of undress, with Na’vi men over you, under you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, but somehow just before anything good actually happened. Every time the men had scrambled away from you as though you were something diseased, mortified at being caught with a tawtute by Neteyam, a man that (for some reason you can’t comprehend) they seem to have an awful lot of respect for.

In the beginning, you were inclined to come up with excuses for him; he was Jake Sully’s oldest son, and was inevitably going to keep track of his peers and where they disappeared off to when they had duties that they should be attending to. But now, you think he’s doing it to spite you specifically. It might be a bit of a self-centred thing to believe, but you’re almost certain of it.

You shift on your knees beside him, raising yourself up a little to ensure that you’ve covered all parts of his scrape. You don’t want him returning tomorrow to complain that you didn’t do a good job.

You have to bite back another sigh as you do so, your thighs rubbing together in a way that sends a sharp jolt up your spine. You’re horny and needy and so, so resentful of the fact that you’re now treating the same man that’s the direct cause of your state right now.

Neteyam’s attitude wasn’t the only thing that changed in his time away, however. You have to keep your eyes fixed carefully on his bruising shoulder, because if you didn’t you know that your gaze would wander, and that’s a dangerous game to be playing in the presence of someone as perceptive as Neteyam.

But it’s difficult not to look. Time and ocean air has been kind to him; he’s grown as tall as his father, and whatever sort of training or work he had been doing with the Metkayina has resulted in broader shoulders and a more sturdy build than is typical of the Omaticaya. It’s galling to admit, and makes you feel as though you’ve eaten something sour and unpleasant, but Neteyam is hot as hell.

He might be aggravating and smug and too cocky, but no one in their right mind could deny that he’s attractive. Not even you. Especially you, if you’re being honest with yourself, considering your penchant for enormous blue alien men that could snap you in two with a pinkie if they felt so inclined.

God, you really have to think about something else. You’re so wet that your panties are starting to get uncomfortable, so you focus determinedly on the resentment that’s still simmering over the fact that Neteyam had interrupted what was promising to be a very productive encounter with Txetyo.

Neteyam shuffles a little where he’s sitting in front of you, and your eyes track the way his muscles bunch and shift under his vibrant blue skin. Damn, but seeing Na’vi musculature up close never gets old, even if it’s Neteyam.

You’re almost finished with dabbing paste on the tiny scrape (and you hate to admit that it had taken you longer than it should have due to your distraction), when Neteyam half-turns his head towards you.

“My back is sore, also.” He murmurs, though his eyes remain downcast.

You pause, staring at him. “Okay. And?”

There’s a moment where the two of you just look expectantly at each other. When nothing comes of that, Neteyam speaks again.

“You are playing healer today, are you not?” He asks, and his left ear twitches oddly. “Or is your attention all reserved for Txetyo, hm?”

Your cheeks heat in humiliation and your jaw clenches. You knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself from making some sort of stupid comment.

“Lay down.” You snap, prickly and embarrassed.

“Yes ma’am.” Neteyam purrs, probably all satisfied that he’s gotten under your skin. He reclines, all of those lithe muscles flexing and bunching as he rolls over onto his stomach.

You grab another pot of ointment, and then take a moment to steady yourself.

You know that he’s winding you up on purpose, just like always, but you can never figure out why. He doesn’t treat you like any of the other men in the village do – they might enjoy fucking you, but they’re rarely caught dead in public with you, worried about what it might mean for their own reputations.

Neteyam is bolder, more confident; though the burden of responsibility that he carries is unmistakable, he never seems to get caught up with the petty whispering and musings of the village people. It’s just unfortunate that he seems so set on bothering you.

Your mouth goes dry as your eyes drop mindlessly over the expanse of his long, pretty back. His skin is stretched tight over lithe muscle, little luminescent white freckles glinting like little stars. He looks so smooth, though the flawlessness of his body is marred by thick pale scars that litter his skin, courtesy of the near legendary battle with the RDA that you hear happened off the coast of Awa’atlu.

You glance down, flustered. Fuck. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn’t physically perfect.

“Problem?” Neteyam’s voice is a little lower in register than it was before, perhaps because he’s lying on his stomach with his head pillowed under his crossed arms.

You twitch. Shit. You had gotten distracted, and had lost yourself staring at him.

“No. Shut up.” You blurt reflexively, dipping your fingers into the oily ointment used for easing sore muscles.

Neteyam huffs quietly, a sound that could be a grunt or a laugh, but doesn’t bother responding. It makes you feel as though you’ve lost a game you didn’t know you were playing.

Antsy and on edge, you lean forward and survey his strong back properly. When he's laying out in front of you like this you can see the way his back is knotted with tension and his shoulders are hiked up around his ears. It doesn't look too bad, but it can't be comfortable either.

You take one more moment to admire the musculature of his shoulders, before gathering yourself and dipping your fingers into the ointment. It's balmy against your fingers and smells a little bit like blueberries, and begins to tingle when your hand is entirely coated.

"Where does it hurt most?" You ask, your voice quiet.

In the silence, you can hear Neteyam’s throat click when he swallows.

"My neck and shoulders." When he speaks, his voice is a little deeper than expected.

The very first touch to Neteyam’s back pulls a quiet sigh out of him; it sounds like relief.

Considering his size, it takes surprisingly little to have him melting under your hands. Your fingers spread under his scapula, finding a knot in the muscle and pressing in hard. It takes a bit of finagling, but after some firm pressure you feel the muscle begin to soften beneath your touch.

Gaining confidence, you return your kneading fingers to his neck. He really is terribly tense, and shivering spasms flit up and down the muscles of his back in regular intervals as you drag the warm palms of your hands over him. As your fingers work into his tense muscles, he lets out quiet little grunts that are muffled by the cradle of his arms.

“Why were you so hard on Txetyo during training?” You ask as your fingers dig into the tense tissue of his back. Your voice is unintentionally loud in the quiet of the hut. “He looked as though he had been attacked by a thanator when he was here earlier.”

Neteyam just grunts. “Txetyo is an overconfident skxawng. He is not nearly as skilled as he thinks he is.”

You click your tongue, dissatisfied with that answer. “I could say the same about you.”

Just like all your attempts to insult him, your words seem to bounce right off him. Stupid thick-skinned bastard. His pretty mouth tilts up in a smile.

“I have the skills to back it up, paskalin.”

Your lips purse at the name, your cheeks hot. God, he’s such an asshole.

When you exert pressure as you run your fingers down his spine, Neteyam grunts softly into his arms. The sound is startling in the quiet, interrupting the steady rhythm of your quiet breathing.

"Does that hurt?" You ask. Your voice comes out a little shakier than you’d like.

"No." Neteyam’s voice comes out in a low, gravelly rumble. The sound of it almost startles you into snatching your hands away, but you manage to refrain yourself. "Keep going."

You just swallow thickly, and try to keep yourself on task. “He just wants to be better. He was excited to train with you–”

“Lower.” Neteyam groans, shifting under your hands.

You clench your teeth. Really, you should probably just walk away from him. There’s no real need for you to be doing any of this. He’s not even injured, and who knows whether he’s telling the truth about his back being tense.

But you’re stupid, and you’ve never been good at walking away, from either fighting or fucking. This strange encounter feels as though it lies somewhere in the middle of those two things. Your palms drag down to his lower back, and he flinches briefly before melting under your touch.

His body is so big that it’s difficult to get a good angle to knead properly at his tense muscles, and before you can think too hard about it you swing your leg over his hips. You settle back, perching your weight cautiously at the base of his spine.

It's a braver move than you would usually make, but you try not to second-guess yourself — like this, you have so much more leverage to rub at the rigid sinews of his back. You drag your knuckles down the length of his spine and he groans into the cradle of his arms.

You try to ignore the excited flutter in your belly. It’s just Neteyam. You’re not actually getting turned on from this; the only reason you’re so affected is because you had been horny with Txetyo. You shift where you’re sitting on his back, but you have to force yourself still almost immediately, because the friction nearly makes your lungs seize.

“Comfortable?” Neteyam murmurs, and you can hear amusement in his voice.

“Shut up.” You say reflexively, before scowling. “I can’t believe you interrupted me and Txetyo just for this. You have, like, one bruise–”

“It’s a very sore bruise.” He murmurs lazily, sounding unbothered. “Do you think squeezing your tits might help? That seemed to help Txetyo feel better.”

You pause, jaw dropping in indignation. “I– shut up!”

Neteyam makes a noise that sounds like a snicker, and you dig your fingers down the planes of his back vengefully. His waist narrows into an elegant taper, and when you reach the part of his back where his ass begins to swell, you exert firm pressure against the base of his tail.

If you had done it to a human, you know it would have hurt. But instead the tightness of the muscle unfurls under your fingers, and Neteyam gives a long, low groan. The sound is delightfully gravelly, and you take a breath as you feel molten heat ooze down into your belly and settle between your legs. It’s not a reaction you had been expecting.

You sit back onto his lower back, avoiding his tail. From here, you have a truly captivating view of how slick his back looks from the ointment, and how his skin glows in the dim light of the hut. His body really is perfect, and your eyes track over the taut shiny scars that litter his skin.

“Mmm. May I get up? Or do you want to sit on me a little while longer?” Neteyam’s low voice breaks you out of your stupor, and you’re horrified to find that you’ve just been sitting there with your wet panties pressed against his back beneath your thin shorts.

You scramble off him quickly, flustered and clumsy. It had been a bold move to straddle him in the first place, and now you feel very stupid about it.

“You should apologise to Txetyo.” You blurt, just to say something into the silence.

“Why are we still talking about Txetyo?” Neteyam has always been a relatively tolerant and even-keeled man, but you can hear irritation beginning to bubble up in his voice.

“Because–” You start to say, but then Neteyam rolls over so that he’s laying on his back.

Now that he's lying on his back, stretched out all long and lithe, your eyes rove over his face and then down his throat, his chest, his stomach, his hips. Your eyes catch on the protrusion between his legs and stick there, your mouth dropping open in surprise when you see that his loincloth is tented.

“Because- he… you were too–” You try valiantly to finish your sentence, but your thoughts have scattered to the wind.

He’s hard. Why the fuck is he hard? Is that just from you rubbing his back? Oh my god, what are you supposed to say? It feels like his hard-on is staring at you.

Neteyam pushes himself up into a sitting position, his hands planted on the woven rug behind him as he pushes himself up so that he’s sitting looming over you. Once he’s upright, Neteyam flexes his shoulders and groans slightly as he goes. It doesn't sound like a pained groan, thankfully.

The movement brings him closer to you than you had been expecting, and you end up freezing. Like this, you can see the way his expression has smoothed into one of relief. His shoulders are looser too, no longer held bunched up around his neck.

Neteyam doesn't seem to notice your close proximity, nor the way you have tensed at the lack of space between them. You’re not touching, but you’re so close that you swear you can physically feel the air between you.

“If Txetyo is so upset about being beaten by me in training, then he should focus on getting better instead of slinking away with his tail between his legs and trying to screw you in a corner of my grandmother’s hut.”

You gape at him like an absolute idiot, floored by the acerbity in his tone. You’ve always thought Neteyam was a bit of a dickhead, but that was mostly because of his nearly insufferable need to always be the best. Always the best warrior, the best son, the best brother, the best future Olo’eyktan. The best role model to his peers.

“So that’s what this is about.” You say, your voice coming out distinctly accusatory. “You don’t like that your friends are fucking a human, is that it?”

Neteyam doesn’t even bother answering. He just rolls his now loosened shoulders and watches you carefully. He doesn't tell you to back off, or wrinkle his nose at you, or act as though he's repulsed by you. He just stares at you across the miniscule space between you, and that only angers you further.

“Is that why you keep interrupting whenever I’m with any of the other tsamsiyu?” You demand, fists clenching. “What, you don’t like that your friends find a tawtute attractive? Is that why you keep cockblocking me?”

Neteyam huffs a quiet snort, as though he thinks you’re being stupid.

“I hear what some of the Na’vi in the village say, about how it’s shameful to be with a tawtute.” You hiss. “I just didn’t think you’d be one of them.”

And if you’re honest with yourself, it sort of hurts. Neteyam has always gotten on your nerves with his confusing mix of overconfidence and jagged insecurities, and he had really infuriated you when he had started to interrupt all of those illicit little meetups you had planned with some of the boys in the village, but you hadn’t actually thought that he had any disdain for you like some of the other Na’vi.

And then you do something so stupid that it shocks even you.

Your eyes drop back down to the tent in his tewng, eyeing it thoughtfully, before reaching out and running your fingers over the hardened outline of his cock through the fabric with purpose.

Neteyam hisses, and his hips actually lift off the floor in an attempt to follow your touch.

“God, you’re a hypocrite, aren’t you?” You breathe, fighting to keep your voice casual. “How can you judge your friends for fucking around with me when you’re this hard after just a backrub?”

“They’re not my friends.” Neteyam grunts, his jaw clenching as his head tilts back. His hips rock into your hand.

Your touch goes firmer, and then your hand slips under his loincloth. You’ve had plenty of sexual encounters with Na’vi men, but this is different.

This is Neteyam. This encounter feels like proving a point. A very sexually charged point.

His cock is silky smooth and hot to the touch, and you feel a little drunk as your fingers close around it. And damn, it feels big. All Na’vi cocks are big compared to your hands, but this… feels different. You were aroused anyway, you’ve been feeling pent up all damn week, but now that your hand is on his dick your nerves are fizzing up.

It’s a surprise when Neteyam’s big hand settles on your waist to tug you closer, and you feel your stomach swoop when he pulls you forward. You don’t release his cock even as he pulls you to settle over one of his thighs, your legs slotted in between his, and you can feel him harden even further beneath you.

You wonder absently if it's really you that's causing his very obvious arousal or if it's just a natural consequence of the massage; either way, when his hips flex up towards you, they press right in between your legs.

You shiver almost violently, the sensation of him pressing hot and hard against your core frying your nerves and wiping your thoughts clean. The part of your brain that had been screaming about what a bad idea this whole thing is has become muffled now, and your own hips jerk against his.

“You’re such an asshole,” You say, though your voice comes out reedy and breathless. “You of all people don’t have a right to talk shit about those guys just cause they’re into humans, especially when your cock is this hard, and especially considering where your dad came from–”

He lets out a soft, quiet noise as you move against him, and uses his grip on the back of your top to pull you tighter against him yet again. “Don’t talk about my father when you have my cock in your hand.”

It takes what feels like a monumental effort to wrench your hand away from him, and he lets out a wordless grunt of dissatisfaction as his hips twitch in an effort to follow your hand. It’s delightfully pathetic, and you feel your ego swell at the sheer sense of power that washes over you; it’s a rare feeling, especially when you’re faced with a big blue alien almost twice your size.

“You should apologise to Txetyo.” You sound like an out of breath idiot. “It’s not like you can judge him for being with a tawtute when you’re that hard from me just touching you.”

Neteyam just stares at you, his jaw clenching and his honey eyes dark as he takes several breaths through his nose. You’ve never seen him like this before; you’ve never seen any of the men you’ve been with like this before. It looks as though he’s holding onto a thin veneer of control, and you wonder if he’s angry with you, if you’ve perhaps pushed him too far.

“That was never the issue.” He says and fuck, his voice has gone so gravelly. “And don’t pretend that you’re not wet beneath those clothes of yours. I can smell it.”

Your thighs squeeze together as you swallow hard, struggling to maintain your aura of indifference and no doubt failing.

“That’s because of Txetyo.” You say, and it tastes like a lie on your tongue. “You interrupted us.”

Neteyam laughs quietly and humourlessly. His expression suggests that he doesn’t find anything about this conversation funny, and his hand is still splayed across your back. You’re so damn conscious of how big his palm is as it spreads across your spine. Why the hell hasn’t he let go of you yet?

“Ah, I see.” Neteyam murmurs. “You would have fucked him in my grandmother’s hut?”

Your mouth is so damn dry, and you swallow compulsively. “It’s not any of your business who I fuck.”

Neteyam’s smile is grim. “Txetyo would fuck his own shadow if he were nimble enough to catch it. You have terrible taste in men.”

You rear back. You’re surprised by how much that hurts. Living as a human on Pandora is lonely, and it’s not like you have people lining up outside the human outpost looking to spend time with you. If you want any sort of companionship or intimacy, you have to accept any attention that you can get. And sure, most of that attention comes from men that only want to get their dicks wet, or the experience of being with a tawtute, but it’s better than nothing at all.

“Well, we can’t all be the Olo’eyktan’s son.” You say, your voice stiff and cold. “We don’t all have countless suitors throwing themselves at our feet. Some of us have to accept attention from whoever’s interested.”

Neteyam’s expression shifts, an odd look appearing in his eyes, and your stomach swoops. You don’t think you could bear to see pity in his eyes, so you pull away from him, shaking his hands off.

“Your scratch is fine.” You say, your voice thin and a little thready. “You’re all treated.

“Hey–”

As you stumble to your feet, Neteyam reaches out as if to stop you. You dodge his hands, unable to look him in the eye.

Panic is starting to set in now; what had you been thinking, touching him like that just after he had chided you for flirting with Txetyo in the tsahìk’s hut? God, you feel like such an idiot. He must think you’re so pathetic.

Like a coward, you turn on your heel and flee out of the hut. You need air, you need to be out of the cool darkness of the hut, you need to be away from the overwhelming weight of Neteyam’s presence. Through the blood rushing in your ears you can distantly hear Neteyam call to you, but you’re too desperate to escape from the whole humiliating interaction to stop and listen.

You stagger out of the hut, squinting at the evening light; it seems blinding after spending all day in the dim musty air of Mo’at’s healing hut. You pat at your rumpled shirt and creased denim shorts, flustered and frenzied as you try to straighten yourself out.

“Tawtute?”

You jerk, gasping, and whirl to find that Txetyo is sitting on a log a few feet away from the hut, apparently waiting for you to finish up with Neteyam. You feel like you’re burning up from a mixture of mortification and confused arousal and you’re certain that Neteyam is about to follow you out.

“I– I have to go!” You blurt, already stepping back towards the forest.

Txetyo frowns, obviously bewildered, but he doesn’t stand. “Don’t you want to–”

You don’t wait for him to finish. You’re already fleeing, disappearing into the trees as you run the whole way home.

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It might be a little cowardly, but you avoid the village for days after that.

You stick to the outpost, watching Norm and Max and the other scientists work. You try not to die of boredom, and you try not to overthink and overthink and overthink.

But you have too much time on your hands as you slink around the outpost, and you can’t stop feeling guilty about abandoning your attempts to help Mo’at out in her healing hut.

You also can’t stop thinking about the shift of Neteyam’s muscles in the low dim light, or the silky hot feel of his cock in your hand, or the soft breathy grunts he had let out as his hips rocked. It feels like the experience has actually rewired your brain, as though you’ll never recover from it.

Growing up on Pandora as a human has been lonely. The only other human your age is Spider, who had become the closest thing you have to a brother – and you love him even when you feel like throttling him, but sometimes you just yearn for more.

You want companionship, you want understanding, you want romance, you want sexual intimacy. You don’t think it’s too much to ask for, and if you have to turn to big nine-feet-tall Na’vi warriors who just want to say they’ve had the experience of sleeping with a tawtute, then that’s… fine. Even if it’s only temporary.

Part of you is honestly relieved when Spider finally manages to force you out of the outpost and back to the village. It’s a relief to get back into the forest, to the village, to the life you’re used to. The outpost has nothing on the vibrancy of the village life, and you feel as though you can breathe for the first time in days upon stepping back into the village, even if it’s through your respirator mask.

There’s been a big hunt today, and the village is buzzing with excitement. You pass by several willowy Na’vi covered in celebratory paint, and follow the sound of the heavy thumping of drums.

The evening after a hunt is always a joyful affair, and you gradually start to relax throughout the night. You feast on collected fruit, hum along to some of the music, and sit comfortably with Spider all evening. At some point you’re joined by Lo’ak, which you don’t mind either; Lo’ak has always been the kind of outcast that fits comfortably between the edges of you and Spider. Those edges have smoothed out as he got older, but he’s always been a cool guy to hang out with.

When he’s not joining Spider in ganging up on you, that is.

“So– so wait, wait, let me get this straight,” Lo’ak is waving his hands as though trying to settle down a group of rowdy children, even though it’s just the three of you present. “Neteyam walked in on you fucking again, but this time it was in grandmother’s hut–”

You’re sat around the large campfire in the middle of the village, tucked away from the main celebrations. Part of you is flourishing being in this environment again, but another part is withering at this damn conversation. You glance around nervously, hoping that no casual observers can hear you guys talking.

“Txetyo only had his hand up my top!” You hiss hastily. “We weren’t actually– and we would have gone somewhere else when it came down to it!”

“Txetyo is a dickhead.” Spider complains, leaning heavily on your side. He’s so frequently dwarfed by the Na’vi that it’s easy to forget that he’s over six-feet-tall and corded with muscle, and his bulk is heavy.

Irritatingly, Lo’ak leans into you the same way on the other side, though he’s more careful about leaning his full weight, and you end up crushed in between the two idiots.

“He isn’t.” You protest, pushing back against their weight. “He’s–”

“Nah, he is.” Lo’ak interrupts before you can defend him. “Total skxawng. You know he keeps telling people he’s the best archer in the clan? And yet he didn’t manage to catch anything in today’s hunt–”

You try not to wince at that. It’s impossible to miss that while Txetyo may not have been successful in the hunt today, someone else is being lauded for their skill and success.

Neteyam has been given a place of honour by the fire next to his parents, and the careful swirls of paint all over his body can’t hide the proud glow on his face. Under the smooth veneer of Neteyam’s smiles and cheer was the jagged edge of his inferiority complex, his need to always be better and to be liked. Funnily enough, his insecurity has always been your favourite part of him. It felt real in a way his cockiness didn’t.

You can’t stop yourself from glancing over. Night has already fallen and there are many couples dancing, the flickering firelight sending wild shadows across the gathering. But even in the unsteady light, you catch the intense golden stare of Neteyam watching you from across the circle.

You hastily turn your face away, pressing your lips together tight as you try to pretend like you hadn’t been looking in the first place.

“–He’s better than Art’alak, at least.” Spider says, continuing on the conversation that you had checked out of for a few moments. “That guy was awful. I mean, what did you even see in him?”

You roll your eyes, sinking further back into the stupidly heavy weight of Spider and Lo’ak in a silly attempt to hide yourself from view. It almost definitely doesn’t work, and you can still feel the weight of Neteyam’s stare on you, even as you fixedly ignore him.

“Pretty sure we don’t want the answer to that one, man.” Lo’ak says, snickering.

His eyes glance around, before flashing across the gathering as though he can also feel Neteyam’s attention. You frown as Lo’ak hastily removes his arm from around your shoulders, even leaning away from you a little.

“I’m allowed to want company.” You say loftily, though you’re certain that your voice is a little shaky.

It feels like your skin is heating up under Neteyam’s eyes, and you feel yourself getting shifty. Why won’t he just look away?

Lo’ak obviously notices his brother’s attention, because he leans a little closer so he can speak quietly in your ear.

“My brother can be unbearable,” Lo’ak murmurs, “But he’s not a bad guy.”

“Gross.” You wrinkle your nose playfully at Lo’ak’s rare display of sincerity about his brother and he hisses at you, swiping at your head.

It’s all in jest, which is obvious given how gentle his hands are with you, and you laugh and lean away.

“I just– I don’t understand him.” You sigh once your laughter has tapered off. “I mean, I get that he doesn’t approve of the whole interspecies thing, but it’s like he goes out of his way to catch me in embarrassing situations. If he finds it gross, why seek it out?”

Lo’ak purses his lips and avoids your eyes. “Uh…”

“Anytime he shows up, the guys I’m with go running.” You continue, your brows knitting into a frown. “I mean, it’s getting ridiculous. Why can’t he just mind his own business?”

Lo’ak’s eyes dart over your head, and you just know that he and Spider are sharing a look together.

“He doesn’t– I wouldn’t say he disapproves of interspecies relationships–” Lo’ak says, but he fumbles a little in his attempt to get his words out and darts another panicked glance across the fire towards where Neteyam is sitting with their father.

You just scoff, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. You feel a little vulnerable talking about this; usually, you’re content to suffer through the embarrassment of having your sex partners pretending they don’t know you in public alone, but since Neteyam had started walking in on you, now he knows that they’re doing it too.

“He scolds them like they’re children whenever he walks in on us, talking about how they’re neglecting their duties and all that,” You mutter, scowling. “But it’s obviously because he’s annoyed that his friends are messing around with a Sky Person.”

Spider shifts at your side, making an odd sound beneath his breath. You turn to look at him, but he’s staring rather fixedly at a tree branch overhead. Lo’ak clears his throat, similarly looking off to the side to avoid your eyes.

You frown. It feels as though they’re hiding something from you, and the thought is unsettling.

“What?” You demand, sitting forward and staring intently at them.

“Nothing,” Lo’ak protests, but his voice is a little too high-pitched to be believable. “Uh… It’s just… well, I really don’t think that Neteyam has a problem with interspecies relationships. Our dad came from the Sky, too!”

You think that Lo’ak probably intended for that to be reassuring, but instead you find your stomach sinking miserably.

“Oh.” You say, pursing your lips. “So it’s me that he has a problem with.”

“No!” Lo’ak protests, but then he pauses. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to form a response under the weight of your narrowed eyes.

When no explanation comes, you end up just averting your gaze and looking towards the fire. It’s stupid, but you’re not sure what you were even expecting. Neteyam has always been perfect in his personal life, his duties, his relationships within the clan, his looks. It’s hardly a surprise that he’s developed a distaste for you – you know what Sky People represent to the Na’vi, after all.

Across the gathering, two Na’vi girls are shooting looks at Spider. You almost think they’re looking at him in disgust, but when Spider catches their eye and smiles back they both look away giggling.

You click your tongue and roll your eyes. You wonder when exactly it was that the Na’vi your age stopped seeing you as human nuisances that haunt the village, and started instead seeing you as people with possible sexual appeal.

“That is just unfair.” You intone dully. “You get Na’vi girls flirting with you from across the campfire, and I get Na’vi boys fucking me in corners and then pretending they don’t know me. And that’s only if I don’t get rudely interrupted by Lo’ak’s asshole brother.”

“Men.” Lo’ak says in a disparaging tone that sounds as though it’s meant to be sympathetic, but it falls short as he’s biting his tongue to keep from laughing. “Maybe you just have bad taste.”

Spider laughs too, though he’s still looking in the Na’vi girls’ direction. There’s a pink flush in his cheeks, and his smile looks distinctly pleased.

“Yeah,” You grumble, sinking down where you’re sitting. “I’m hearing that a lot.”

The conversation moves on then, Lo’ak nudging at Spider over your head and grinning as he recounts the highlights from the hunt earlier that day, but you’re distracted. You hardly even hear a word they say, too busy staring broodingly into the fire.

Luckily, neither Lo’ak nor Spider mind your silence. They’re perfectly content to fill the quiet themselves, chatting and babbling and joking over your head.

You’re drifting, lost in your own thoughts until you hear Lo’ak and Spider go quiet. You glance over to them, only to realise why they’ve stopped talking – Neteyam is walking your way.

You stiffen, eyes narrowing behind your respirator mask as he comes to a stop before you all. He greets his brother and Spider briefly, distractedly, before his big amber eyes settle on you.

All you can do is wait, tensed. You have no idea what he’s going to do or say, but if he says something about that day in the healing hut you might actually scream.

But Neteyam doesn’t immediately say anything. He crouches in front of you, his gaze as measured and even as ever, and proffers a wrapped utumauti leaf to you. For a moment, you just stare at it as though it’s something venomous.

“A portion of yerik meat,” Neteyam clarifies, not even blinking as he watches your face. “From the hunt earlier.”

Oh. Now you see. He’s just showing off, like he always does. He’s always doing things like this, just to show off his skills, his prowess, how strong he is. It’s irritating; everyone already knows how great he is, and he’s already practically revered throughout the village. You don’t know why he keeps trying to flaunt his greatness in front of you, other than the fact that he must love to annoy you.

Spider nudges you in the side, and you reach out to take the wrapped meat from Neteyam’s outstretched hand.

“Thank you.” You say, a little tersely.

Neteyam just nods, his tail coiling. He watches your face for another moment, and all the unspoken tension between you from the other day seems to swell to unbearable heights. His ears twitch, and then he glances over his shoulder to where his parents are sitting by the fire. They’re watching, which makes you feel itchy and embarrassed.

“I should return.” He says simply, before standing and nodding at you, then Spider and Lo’ak, before straightening up and walking back to his place by Jake, his tail swaying low.

There’s a long moment of silence, where you can feel Lo’ak and Spider staring at you.

“Don’t.” You say sharply when you see Lo’ak’s mouth open, and he closes it with a click.

This feels embarrassing, as though Neteyam is mocking you somehow. It’s not the first time he’s given you food, always making sure to let you know he caught it himself. It’s like he has a damn pathological need to show off his skills, to try and prove himself, to prove that he’s better than anyone else. It’s aggravating, even more so now that Lo’ak has made it clear that it’s you that Neteyam has a problem with.

Eventually, Spider and Lo’ak return to their conversation and you pull back, sitting silently between them. You pull your mask off for a brief moment to nibble at the meat. You’re a little irritated to admit that it’s delicious, and you sit back to lean into Spider’s side as you chew at it sullenly.

You’ve just begun to wonder if this night is a total bust altogether when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. You raise your head, surprised to see the sight of Txetyo stepping towards you.

At your side, Spider and Lo’ak share a look before sitting up straighter.

“Tawtute,” Txetyo greets, nodding his head at you. He casts a single cautious look towards Lo’ak, before focusing on you properly.

He is keeping his voice purposely low so that no one else can hear, but you can’t bring yourself to care. This is the most public setting that any man has ever actually approached you in, and you can feel your expression brightening already.

“Hello.” You murmur, smiling sweetly at him. The last time you had seen him had been right after you had fled the tsahik’s hut, right after you had touched Neteyam– and no, you are not thinking about that right now.

“I would like to speak with you.” Txetyo murmurs, his voice low as he darts one more quick look between Lo’ak and Spider before settling on you again.

You brighten. You’re under no illusions about what Txetyo wants to ‘speak’ about, and you can safely assume that there will be little to no talking involved at all.

Yes. A distraction. This is exactly what you need.

“Sure.” You say, your lips curving up in a coy smile as you unfold yourself from where you’ve been sitting between Spider and Lo’ak.

“Uh–” Lo’ak starts to say, but you’re already beginning to step away with Txetyo, who’s beginning to lead you away from the gathering.

Maybe it’s a little impulsive, but you’re feeling reckless tonight. You can still feel Neteyam’s eyes boring into your back as you follow Txetyo towards the treeline, but you determinedly refuse to look. The celebration should be enough of a distraction to keep him busy and away from you for a while so you can finally get laid.

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You resist the urge to check the time on your battered old wristwatch as Txetyo slides down your body and repositions himself between your legs.

It feels like such a long time since you’ve hooked up successfully with anyone, with no interruptions, which is probably why you’ve been so affected by all-things-Neteyam recently. You were hoping that this encounter with Txetyo would restore you back to normal, to get rid of all the thoughts of Neteyam’s intense golden stare and pretty face and silken hot cock that are absolutely haunting you.

Yet, so far, the night’s been less than stellar. Txetyo had led you away from the celebrations, and you had to try hard to pretend like you don’t see him looking around compulsively to make sure that no one else has seen him leave with you. You had followed him into the trees, and had brightened up when he took your hand as soon as you were out of sight of the gathering.

Before you knew it, you were on your back on the forest floor with your panties around your ankles and your dress rucked up around your waist as Txetyo loomed over you on his hands and knees.

Txetyo is handsome, and he’s big and strong and he’s not opposed to hooking up with a Sky Person, but he’s not much for conversation and it seems like he’s only really got one thing on his mind. Apparently, your list of criteria might be a little lacking, because Txetyo’s also proving to be woefully bad at sex.

He spreads your legs and buries his face there. You blink at the canopy of glowing foliage overhead, grimacing. Honestly, you’d think that anything tongue-adjacent would feel good against a clit, but that’s just not true. Txetyo seems to have an affinity for moving his tongue rapidly and aimlessly against you, resulting in nothing better than the occasional teasing — definitely by accident.

You shift a little, try to angle your hips so that Txetyo’s mouth is over your clit, but he doesn’t seem to pick up on what you’re attempting to do at all. He just moves his mouth away, jabbing his tongue sort of aimlessly at your left labia.

“Could you– a bit higher–” You say, trying to shift again.

Txetyo’s mouth is rather sloppy against your pussy, but you’re not actually sure what he’s doing down there. He seems to be missing every possible nerve ending that might feel good, which is actually a little bit impressive.

You sigh, and just resign yourself to getting bad head. You let your head thunk back against the mossy forest floor, your legs hanging off of Txetyo’s big shoulders as he hunches between your thighs.

It’s almost imperceptible, but the quiet ‘crack’ of a twig breaking underfoot has your head snapping around in a panic.

Though night has fallen, it’s never truly dark on Pandora. The moss beneath you glows faintly, illuminating the outline of your body as you lay there with Txetyo getting busy between your legs. The trees and foliage around you are similarly phosphorescent, your surroundings all lit up in luminous vibrance.

Pandora’s bioluminescence is beautiful; it also means that you can see Neteyam’s figure all dimly lit up as he leans against the trunk of a tree about fifteen feet away.

Neteyam’s head is cocked to the side as he very obviously takes in the scene before him, his head turning to scan up and down your body. His little luminous freckles are lit up and glowing, and it’s impossible to miss the fact that his golden eyes are fixed on you, so intense that it’s almost breathtaking.

You almost scream. You mean to, but instead you moan, completely by accident, and Txetyo groans between your legs.

You don’t know what to do. You’re gaping at Neteyam, who seems all too content to just watch you, meanwhile Txetyo is totally oblivious. He’s still doing nothing right, but something deep inside you pulses.

Moments later, much to your horror, Neteyam takes a small, tentative step forward. He stands only a few feet away, behind Txetyo and in plain view of you.

Go away! You mouth, staring at him in disbelief.

Neteyam scratches his head, feigning confusion, and then he takes another step forward.

He doesn’t say anything. Why isn’t he saying anything? It’s not the first time he’s walked in on you in a situation like this, but usually by this point he’s started making snarky comments, which in turn makes the men you’re with scramble away from you like you’re diseased.

Your dress is pushed up clumsily around your stomach, exposing your pussy. There’s a man between your legs. You’re in the process of getting fucked and Neteyam is watching, goddammit.

It definitely, absolutely is not hot. And yet… your hips twitch, and your breath hitches.

“That feel good?” Txetyo asks, peering up to grin at you. Your attention is dragged back to him and you blink, dazed.

“Yeah,” You lie. “So good.”

“Mm,” Txetyo hums in satisfaction, slipping two fingers into you. “Good.”

You grunt at the stretch of his thick fingers, breathing deep. His mouth returns, his fingers jabbing kind of aimlessly, but it hardly matters. Your attention is locked on Neteyam, and it’s somehow making Txetyo’s useless attempts feel somewhat invigorating.

“Oh god,” You gasp. You’re so confused. Part of you is still waiting for Neteyam to speak up, to make a sound or to clear his throat. Something. But he just watches on, his pretty eyes dark.

“Mm, so pretty,” Txetyo murmurs from between your legs, still blissfully unaware of your onlooker. “Can I fuck you now, tawtute?”

Despite yourself, you find your eyes darting over to Neteyam. The stupid fucker is still looking, and when he sees that you’ve looked at him his lips quirk. Your whole body flushes deep with heat, and you try to pretend like you aren’t taking direction from him; usually, his appearance would have stopped this entire encounter dead in its tracks. But you’re continuing, and the fact is, you feel as though you need his permission or something.

“Y-yes.” You say.

Neteyam purses his lips, and raises his non-existent brows. Fuck, what does that mean?

“How would you like me to–”

“Just like this.” You blurt. It feels, for some reason, as though you can’t risk Txetyo noticing Neteyam. This is the only way you can see Neteyam without Txetyo noticing him, anyway.

Txetyo shuffles up your body, his bulk dwarfing you. There’s a moment’s struggle as he’s lining himself up against your pussy, groaning low as he pushes into you. The stretch is intense, and a little painful, as always; you never quite get used to the bone-deep satisfaction of that achey biting stretch in your cunt.

The stretch is satisfying, like it always is, but it’s not necessarily special. Txetyo is not as evenly proportioned as he looks, and his cock is smaller than other Na’vi you’ve been with. That is, mostly, a good thing; it means he can fuck you without lube, which you usually have to use to accommodate the shocking stretch of taking a Na’vi cock. It also means that you adjust to having him inside you a little quicker, your muscles easing gradually around the intrusion of his dick.

What is special (or at least unusual) is the fact that Neteyam is still watching. You stare back, maintaining a bewilderingly intense sort of eye contact. Txetyo groans as your cunt clenches down on him, and he lowers his face to bury it in your shoulder; like this, your view of Neteyam is completely unimpeded.

“Ah! You’re so tight,” Txetyo hisses. “This is okay?”

“Yes,” You gasp. “You can move.”

And by God, does Txetyo move. He jerks in and out of you with a complete lack of coordination. You bounce and flop against the luminescent bed of moss beneath you, occasionally throwing a hand over your head to try and anchor yourself to a tree root behind you, just to stay put for a second or two.

Neteyam is undoubtedly amused. He has a hand pressed to his mouth, and the skin around his eyes is scrunched up with mirth. At one point, when Txetyo starts humping into you so desperately that you grunt, wincing, Neteyam doubles over himself completely, laughing silently.

“Oh, oh,” Txetyo groans. “Tawtute, I am going to– you are so tight, so hot inside–"

You smack one of Txetyo’s hands away from where he’d been rubbing determinedly at the side of your vulva. You rub at your clit instead in fast, harsh circles, staring at Neteyam desperately. You don’t actually know what you’re looking for, or what you want him to do… but you want him to do something.

Neteyam reaches down to palm the bulge at the front of his tewng that you hadn’t even noticed until now, and you moan. You rub yourself even faster, attempting to angle your hips in any way that could increase your pleasure from Txetyo. It seems impossible, but you manage to catch one or two good strokes.

“Please, please—!” You gasp, eyes wide as you maintain eye contact with Neteyam over the wide bulk of Txetyo’s shoulders.

Neyeyam moans. It’s low, barely noticeable under Txetyo’s own strangled sounds, but you hear it clearly. Your body seizes up and then you’re coming, gasping high and quick as you drink Neteyam in with your eyes, frozen under Neteyam’s gaze in turn.

“Unnng,” Txetyo grunts as he comes too, thrusting into you through the last shocks of his orgasm.

You barely even blink, your eyes fixed wide open as you tremble, your breaths shaky. Neteyam doesn’t break eye contact either, watching you so damn closely that it feels bizarrely as though he’s watching a show you’re putting on, as though all of this is for him. The worst part is you feel as though you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t.

Neteyam silently turns and slips away through the foliage, and Txetyo flops onto the mossy ground beside you moments later, breathing heavily.

“That was good.” Txetyo sighs, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You don’t reply, still staring at the place Neteyam had disappeared into the trees. You’re partly unable to believe what just happened and partly turned on beyond belief, just knowing it did.

What the fuck?

#on holidays atm and I’ve been stressing about how to post this 😭 I’ll have part 2 posted in a day or two!#neteyam #neteyam x human #neteyam x reader #avatar x reader #na'vi x human #na’vi x reader #awow #avatar way of water #neteyam fic #fics

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screaminglygay · 4 months

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Kate Bishop headcanons

pairing: kate bishop x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: possibly bad grammar, swearing

an: here is little something, i´m kinda having hard time to write a full fic at the moment, but i hope i will get there eventually!

Kate Bishop hates mornings as much as you do, but she will wake up before you to make you your favorite breakfast.

Sometimes you argue about that, since she is still the one recovering from the mission. And you should be the one taking care of her.

She always chooses and buys some take out for you, since she knows you´re the worst at chosing what to eat and in return you always chose the movie or a show to watch later together.

"We´re both indecisive, but you chosing a movie and me chosing a food, sounds like the best compromise we could ever think off." She proudly states.

Kate who always makes sure you drink plenty of water during the day, because there was one time you almost passed out from not drinking a single glass.

"Ugh…" you sigh.

Kate´s eyes move from her phone to you, "you okay?"

You nod slowly, while closing your eyes, "my head just hurts."

She knows the answer to her question, but she still asks, "how many glasses of water did you drink today?" Her head tilting slightly, already knowing you will try to lie your way out of this. Like you always do.

"A few-" you open your eyes, the archer already looking at you with her eyebrow raised, "would be nice, if I had, but uh none. I didn´t drink any, but that´s not the caus-"

Kate is so used to your little water issue, so she just stand up and goes to the kitchen, pouring you a glass of water and then coming back. "Drink it and no buts."

If you didn´t know Kate, you would be imitaded, but you´re not, already planning some smart remark, but the headache starts to be real pain in the ass. So with defeat you take the glass and drink it.

"Good, you can thank me later." Kate smiles and goes to pour you some more.

"I don´t see the point, the only thing it makes me do is to go pee, not a better skin, not making the headache go away, I don´t feel fresh at all…" You mumble under your breath, while Kate just chuckles at your words.

After some time you feel better and you hate to admit it, but Kate notices, she always notice the small things about you.

"Feeling better?"

Teaching Lucky to find you, just so she can have an excuse to talk to you.

"Where is (Y/N)?" Kate asks looking at Lucky.

"Miss (Y/L/N) is in her own room at the moment." The A.I. voice speak up.

Kate just sighs, "thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y."

Sometimes Lucky is just full of Kate being a 'subtle' attention seeker.

When you two are cooking, it is always a disaster, not that you can´t cook, Wanda taught you something, but it is just too chaotic with Kate, that you are kinda banned to be in the kitchen together making something other than cereals.

"Wanda are you for real?" You look at the readhead putting a photo of you and Kate on the fridge with a big 'X' on it.

"It needs to be done, you two are horrible!" She looks at you.

"It was not my fault-" you try to argue, but there is no way you´re winning this fight.

Wanda cuts you off, "how do you start a fire, while making spaghetti?!"

You throw your hands up in a surrender, "I don´t know, ask Kate!"

Kate who is always taking your side, no matter what Pietro is arguying with you about.

"Pineapple is not bad on pizza," Pietro looks at you, annoyed.

"It is a crime. You don´t put blueberries on pizza either." You state your own thoughts.

"Oh my god, really?" Pietro throw his hands around.

"What do you think, Kate?" You look at her.

"I think (Y/N) is right, it is not the pizza I would choose." Kate chuckles.

"We ate pineapple pizza together, Bishop!" Pietro argues and you just look at Kate.

"I- yeah we did, but I still thinks there are way better pizzas in the world." Kate shrugs.

"See?" You look at Pietro.

"She said that there are better pizzas, not that it is a crime!" You don´t talk about pinaaapple pizza in the household anymore.

She insists that you walk Lucky with her because she's worried he might see a deer and run off. She definitely can't walk him alone since she's still 'recovering'.

You´re laying on the couch, watching whatever show is playing on the TV, you´re kinda existing, just taking a break on the Sunday afternoon. Not really planing on doing anything more than lay and relax.

Until Kate rushes in with Lucky, who jumps on you and licks your face.

You giggle, "hey buddy, hi, hi, hi," you pet his head.

"Come on," Kate says as Lucky jumps down from the couch, "you too, sleepyhead."

"Hm? Why?" You yawn.

"We´re going out, on a walk."

"Do we have to?" You groan.

Kate shrugs, "I was thinking you would join us, since Lucky is just hyperactive and I´m not really sure if I can hold him." And just like that, you´re up. Sometimes you´re listening better than Lucky does.

"I´ll just get my jacket," Kate gives you the jacket you were mentioning, "oh, thanks," you smile.

The whole time you we´re making sure Kate is feeling okay, in fact she was feeling just amazing and Lucky was happy that two of his favorite people are walking with him.

Kate who is always appearing in your room, because Yelena taught her so, when she´s bored.

After a long day of training with Natasha you finally come to your room, throwing your stuff on the chair, but missing.

"That was a shitty throw," you hear Kate says.

"Oh my god!" You jump at the sudden voice, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you."

"Jesus christ…" you shake your head.

"Nope, just me," she smiles.

You look at her, rolling your eyes.

"That´s all the exitement I will get from you?"

"I saw you this morning," you take the workout clothes that are on the ground and put them on the chair.

"Yeah, that was twelve hours ago…" Kate pouts.

You look at her once more, "weren´t you supposed to do some paperwork?"

"All done," she smiles proudly, "but then I got bored so I went to see you."

"And how long ago that was?"

"4 hours ago…"

"You were waiting here for four hours? Wouldn´t be easier to go to the gym and find me?" You´re trying to understand the achers thought proces.

"Maybe, but I wanted to see if I can use what Yelena taught me… sneak in and attack, both worked." She says while moving her hands, probably to gesture the attack.

You nod, still not really understadning what´s going on right now, "well I keep my doors unlocked all the time, so that was not that hard, Katie. And I would never in my dreams thought about you waiting here for me for four hours, so yeah, the 'attack' worked." You admit to her.

"Not even in your dreams? Damn." Ugh, how you hated when she did that, this friendly flirting, it was kinda killing you, but it was on the daily basis for her.

You and her both are always rambling about something you are passionate about and the other one is always listening, no matter how obscure the topic is.

"So I dowlanded this app, and it tracks your steps and it shows you how long it would take you to go to the Mordor. And it is really cool, like it shows you all this achivements and you have your own character." You open your phone to show Kate the app.

"Wow, that is really nice. So how long will it take you?" Kate asks looking back at you.

"Well, since this week I was just walking Lucky or laying on my ass it says…" you look at the date, "I´ll be there in July 17th"

Kate hums, "that´s good."

"2025," you add.

"Oh… is it that far away?"

"I think Frodo was there in 183 days, but he was walking all day everyday, or running and since I don´t really have to save the world I´m not in a big rush." You giggle, "did you know that even though Frodo was the hero who saved the Middle-Earth, Hobbits were actually hunted for fun?"

"I didn´t know that, no." Kate shakes her head.

"It is so fascinating to me that this world has sooo much to offer like, few weeks ago I read a book about all the battles and wars there´s been." And there goes your ramble.

"You never told me your favorite character." Kate smiles as she notices your eyes sparkling with exitement.

"That is a tough one, I can´t really say the top one, because that is just impossible, but I really do like the whole trio of Aragon, Gimli and Legolas…" as you start to ramble Kate obviously gets lost a bit, but it is nice to see you talk about stuff you love.

And the same goes all the other way around.

"(Y/N)! Look!" Kate shows you the new arrows she made with Clint.

"Oh, that is very nice!" You smile as you take on in your hand, "and it´s light, how did you make it so light?"

"It is! First, I started with high-quality carbon shafts because they're super strong and lightweight. Then, I carefully attached the fletchings – those are the feathers at the back to ensure they stabilize the arrow in flight. Then I used a jig to make sure they're perfectly aligned. For the tips, I have a variety of arrowheads, depending on what I need broadheads for hunting, blunted tips for practice, and even some trick arrows with special gadgets."

"So what´s the difference between this one and the one you showed me last week?"

"Oh, good question!" Kate nods. "Last week's arrow was designed for target practice, so it had a simple field point tip and plastic fletchings for durability. This one, though, is a trick arrow… I've added a grappling hook mechanism inside the shaft! The fletchings are a bit more aerodynamic too, made from real feathers for smoother flight. Plus, the nock has a small LED light that activates when it's shot, making it perfect for night missions."

She is always suportive of you, until the whole team is having a game night. Kate can turn into someone sooo competitive and it is just someone else.

"UNO baby!" Pietro yells as he places red one on the table.

That didn´t last long, Wanda put +2 and then Kate did, you did, Yelena did and Pietro had to take 8 cards, which made Pietro almost lose it.

Now it is your turn, "UNO, thank you very much," you put down blue seven. No one has another blue, which is just perfect for you, since your last card is blue six, you are already preparing some winning speech, but then Kate steps in and places +4.

Kate smiles at you, "thank you very much," she mocks you.

And then another round comes and she gives you another +4.

"Can you stop?" You look at her, being slightly frustrated.

"Game is a game, (Y/N)." She shrugs.

The game night ends with Wanda and Yelena laughing, Pietro almost crying, you having 26 cards and Kate winning.

Doing silly quizzes together, you found on the internet. Are you a spoon or a fork?

"You are a definetly a spoon." Kate mumbles as she clicks on some answer on her phone.

"What makes you say that?" You look at her.

"You´re small, cute and you wouldn´t hurt anyone," she says without missing a beat.

"None of that is true… I´m not that small and I could hurt someone."

"I´m taller than you, so yes, you´re small. And you cannot hurt someone." Her bright eyes finally looks into yours.

"Im an Avenger, I have to hurt someone." You are a bit offended.

"Yeah, but like a spoon, you won´t do much damage. Not because you´re weak, but because you choose not to."

"You can poke someone's eye out with spoon though."

Kate nods, "but you only do it in a case of emergency…"

"Who would choose a fork as a weapon?" Kate chuckles at your words.

"That is not the point, (Y/N)."

It turns out, you are really a spoon and she is a fork, but to this day you still have zero idea what it really means. It is still a stupid quizz online at the end of the day.

Showing eachother things that reminded you of eachother.

"I got something for you…" Kate says as she unclips Lucky´s leash.

"You got something for me?" You smile and close your book.

"Yup, now close your eyes and give me your hand." She was outisde so you can feel how cold her hand is, it sends small shivers down your body.

Kate places something small in your hand, it is also cold, you can´t really guess what it is, "open."

When you open your eyes, you look down on your hand, only to find a tiny coffee mug.

You let out a chuckle, "that is so adorable!"

"Tiny mug for an even tinier person." Kate chuckles, "and look inside."

"No way!" In the bottom of the mug, there is small frog painted, it is so tiny you wouldn´t really noticed it is in there.

Her teaching you how to use bow and you being not so perfect at it.

"I though this would be much easier," you say when you have problem to even draw an arrow.

"You need to just take a deep breath and concetnrate on the red dot over there, okay?" Kate whispers while being really close to you, which is not helping.

And you missed again.

"Not bad, at least you released the arrow," she tries to comfort you.

You sigh, "why does it look so easy, it looks so cool, when Katniss is doing it."

Kate´s eyebrow raise, "like Everdeen?"

"You know any other archer who´s name is Katniss?" You turn to face Kate.

"No, but I know better archer than her… me maybe?" You notice that Kate´s posture straightens. She looks offended.

You chuckle and nod, "right, well… I think that Katniss would teach me how to shoot the arrow properly, or at least hit the target." You tease, knowing what will happen.

"Like I can´t do that? Pfff, turn around." Her hands slides on your waist, making your body face the target. Kate taps on your thigh for you to move your leg slightly. "Be straight," that's easier said than done. "And keep your shoulders and your whole back in one line, don´t be too forward or too backwards," she mumbles and her hands slide on your lower back. "Just like that and when you´re feeling ready, just draw the arrow, take a deep breath, release the arrow and exhale."

You did what she told you to, it turns out that listening orders from women is kinda your strenght, and when you released the arrow, it didn´t really hit the middle, but it defiently did hit the target.

"Oh my god! It went over there!" You jump with happiness, "I did it!"

"Yeah you did, that was a good shot." She smirks, "so is Katniss still better archer than me?"

Thank you for reading! <3

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New Year

Warnings: kinda fluff?

Words: 2.2K

Summary: Wanda dragged you to the Avengers Compound after your friends cancelled last minute on New Year's Eve.

AN: I have a lot of stories stored in my drafts but this is the first one I'll publish so be warned about the awful writing!

You sat with best friend Wanda in some random pub on new year’s eve since all your other friends cancelled on you last minute. Wanda was so nice and rescued you from being alone in the pub. She promised to stay for a couple of drinks before going home or just somewhere else.

"Y/N, let’s go. You’ve had enough drinks." Wanda said but you tried to ignore her words. You sit so comfortable that you don’t want to get up and get dragged somewhere else. "Give me a good reason to get up right now." You groaned.

"You said you wanted to get kissed by some random girl, right?" You nodded eagerly at her. "Look around you.. do you actually see any woman here?" She was right, there was no other women than you two. "Well.. there is always you." You tease her shamelessly. Wanda gaped at you even though she was used to your flirtiness. "You know, if I weren’t wholeheartedly in love with Vision I’d still say no to you."

You grabbed your chest and acted as if her words hurt deeply. "Wanda.. how could you do this to me? My poor heart. So broken now.. thank you." She giggled at your goofiness before she slapped your arm and got a serious look on her face. "I know a place with a few girls who’s love to volunteer to kiss you at midnight." Wanda wanted you to come back to the Avengers Compound. You were there only once or twice but that was enough for almost every female Avenger, their friends and other STARK employees to be extremely smitten by you and asked Wanda a lot about you. The poor redhead tried so many times to get you to come and visit her but the Compound just wasn’t your type of place.

You paid for your drinks immediately after hearing Wanda’s words. Then followed her like a lost puppy to the Avenger’s Compound without any question. As soon as you two walked through the doors of the living room all eyes were on you.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you’re alive!" Yelena shouted with excitement while Kate choked on her drink. The archer got a huge crush on you and Yelena teased her about it all the time. Sharon Carter immediately rushed to your side and asked if you wanted a drink. Before you could even say anything Wanda told her that you already had a good amount of alcohol in you. You thanked Sharon with a huge smile. The moment she saw you smile at her, her knees gave in a bit and almost made a fool out of herself.

The Black Widow didn’t like the way you smiled at Sharon. It made her fucking furious. "Wanda did you manipulate Y/N’s mind in order for them to come here?" Wanda smirked at you before she looked back at Natasha. "She willingly came after I said I know a place with girls who’d love to kiss her at midnight since she so desperately wanna be kissed by a girl." The entire room fell silent. Nobody but Yelena knew what to say or do. The younger Black Widow laughed loudly at the fact that Wanda called not only you out but also all of her fellow Avengers that had a crush on you. You were glad that the younger Widow reacted because you did not handle that awkward silence well. "So who is it gonna be?" This time it was Natasha who asked and that shocked you deeply. You did not expect the redhead to ask this.

Every woman in the living room looked at you intently. You felt the pressure of deciding right there and then. "Each one of you need to give me a good reason why you should be the one." You said not expecting anyone to give you an actually answer. Kate was the first one who stumbled out her answer. "I’m the world greatest female archer." Brunnhilde shrugged before she told you she’s King of New Asgard and can treat you like a queen that you are. Carol Danvers offered you to fly with her. Sharon only gaped like a fish since she didn’t know what to say. Maria offered a high security secret and Natasha threatened not to kill you. Yelena snorted, "Dear sister we all know you are not a killer anymore so you need a better reason than that to be kissed by your crush."

The shock they all gave you sobered you a bit up. You actually didn’t care who kissed you that night, you only wanted a kiss by a cute girl and now almost all Avengers offered you to kiss them. "Whoever finds Y/N at midnight gets to kiss them!" Wanda announced to everyone since she saw you struggle with choosing someone.

You tried to find the perfect spot to hide, a spot where it's not too easy but also not too hard to get found so you ended up on the rooftop. The harsh cold wind blows from time to time and you wished you brought a jacket.

Time flew by fast and it soon turned into 11:59PM. The second you thought of giving up and find yourself an Avenger to kiss, a hand came out of nowhere to cover up your mouth. Their other, warm hand covered your eyes. You got the message of keeping your eyes closed.

The woman behind you hesitantly lowered her hand from your mouth. "I’ll keep my eyes closed but please just kiss me already." You begged her. In the background you heard the other mostly male Avengers counting down from 10. Anxiety and anticipation filled you like nothing else in your life. And you only realized that she removed her hand from your eyes when you felt her soft lips on yours. All the yelling and fireworks in the background become numb. The only focus were the lips from the woman in front of your. You two kissed for a solid few minutes but you didn’t dare to open your eyes. The second that you did, the lovely girl that you kissed wasn’t even in front of you anymore.

You stood there stunned with your fingers ghosting over your lips when Wanda came up on the rooftop to tease you but changed her mind the second she saw the look on your face. "I-I.. I didn’t even get to know who she was." One kiss was all it took to crave more. One kiss and you were a goner for the mystery women.

Wanda stayed with you for a couple of minutes before she excused herself to find Vision. You needed another 5-10 minutes to calm down and face every Avenger downstairs. When you walked back into the living room the boys sheered and wished you a happy new year. Of course you wished everyone a hoppy new year back.

In your head, you told yourself you can face the girls but when you hear Kate giggle at something Clint said, all your confidence vanished. Right the second afterwards Yelena came back with a bottle of Vodka. She saw you and smiled devilishly. "Y/N you’re back! Who did you get to kiss??"

"And more important how was the kiss?" Tony butted into the conversation. "It could have been only good with how much time she took before coming back." Natasha said with a look in your direction before she took the straw in her mouth and took a sip of the smoothie she somehow got in the time you were gone. [You found the move incredibly hot and imagined her kissing you.]

Heat rushed to your cheeks fast. You didn't think about how red faced you actually were since that would've added even more embarrassment. "I don’t kiss and tell." You hoped your answer would end this conversation and it did for a while. Maria, out of all came to you 15-20 minutes later to directly ask you who you kissed. The information was strictly needed to keep up the work environment the way it always was, those were her words.

You didn’t tell Maria anything but you reassured her that nothing would interfere the work environment since you won’t be visiting the Compound often anyways. After the short conversation with Maria you felt exhausted and wanted to go home. Wanda was nowhere to be found which got you super frustrated. How could she leave you alone with all the other people you barely knew? In your rushed state to find Wanda, you did not see Natasha in your view. The Widow was about to curse the person with ugly words when she saw it was you crashing into her. "Oh god. I’m so sorry! I was looking for Wanda and must have not realized where I was going." You apologized.

Natasha nodded at your apology and told you that Wanda had gone with Vision to his room. Since you looked into Natasha’s beautiful green eyes you have not heard a single word she said. You were just too busy being mesmerized by the beauty of her eyes. Oh how you wished that the new year’s countdown was right there and then. The other women must have said something else you hadn’t heard since suddenly the back of her hand is on your forehead. "I uhh what?" You stammered out. "I asked if you were feeling alright?" NO you wanted to say. You weren’t alright ever since the kiss happened. But how could you tell THE BLACK WIDOW that? Especially with not knowing which whom the kiss was.

Instead you blamed it on the drinks. "I guess the alcohol is taking a toll on me." Natasha teared her eyes away. She guessed that it wasn’t the whole truth but she had no right to ask you further. "I could take you to Wanda’s room?" You could’t seem to find words to answer so you just nodded.

As soon as Natasha lead you to Wanda's room, she left you alone and you threw yourself onto the bed. Your brain swirled with thoughts of the kiss with the unknown woman. It soon turned into the vision of Natasha and you kissing. At that point you knew you would not get any sleep. So you got up, took a blanket and found the way upstairs to the rooftop. To your surprise Natasha sat there on a chair. She seemed to be in deep thought but still heard you coming.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asked you almost whispering. "Did you ever overthought things right before falling asleep?" You asked but didn't wait for an answer. "I can't stop thinking about tonight which is rare since I usually just make something up to force other thoughts out but it feels as if someone controls me.. controls my thoughts."

She hummed at your words. "Do you think Wanda has something to do with that?" Natasha finally looked at you or rather stared in your eyes. "She wouldn't do that to me, right?" You questioned yourself and Wanda. "I’ve seen her do crazier things for something she had good intentions for." You let out a deep sigh. If Wanda really manipulated your thoughts then what motive had she? "I can’t think of why she would do it, that means if she actually has something to do with this."

Natasha smiled at you. She found it cute that even though you questioned and kinda doubted Wanda, you still defended the witch. But then her whole persona changed. "I can’t help you since I don’t know what’s going on in your head." She shrugged, trying so hard not to show more emotions. The Widow was unsure about how she felt about you and the tiny feelings she already had in that moment didn’t help her at all. She stood up and walked towards you. She was super intimidating and her proximity made your heart race extremely fast. Somehow she was hovering over you with her tiny frame. One look at her lips and you were a goner. You craved to taste her lips, craved to feel her lips against yours, you wanted her to be as close as possible.

Natasha opened her mouth but whatever the widow was about to say it died in her throat. She heard and saw the younger widow with her friend Kate coming and took a step backwards. You sensed that the woman in front of you cared a lot about what Yelena thought or she just didn’t want to be seen more vulnerable. You glanced at Yelena who had her eyebrow raised at her older sister. When you looked back at Natasha an extremely strong desire pilled inside of you. You honestly had no idea what came over you when you grabbed Natasha’s jacket collar and pulled her into a short kiss. The second you released your hands from her jacket you ran away. That left Natasha alone with Yelena and Kate who both looked as shocked as the older woman.

The kiss confirmed two things for you. Firstly, the mystery woman who kissed you was Natasha . Secondly, you just fell in love with the Black Widow and couldn’t stop smiling even through your panicked state.

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scarisd3ad · 2 years

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To the end and back [daryl Dixon x reader]

Chapter one - the archer

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - normal twd warnings

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Fifty-four days it's been fifty-four days since the initial outbreak. I am trying to remember how I got here with this group by a quarry just a bit out of Atlanta. It's all jumbled together: how my roommate got infected, how I got out of the city, how Shane found me stumbling towards their camp. There were many people here, enough to keep each other protected. We had a couple cars and tents, guns and weapons. Some of us go out for supply runs every now and then just to pick up food and other essentials.

There's a couple kids here too. I don't know how they can play around and be happy-go-lucky after what they've seen. All the people here are lovely except for a few I don't bother with because I'm scared of them. Like Daryl and his brother Merle, those two motherfuckers scare me. They both have heavy Southern accents, and I swear they do drugs. Since we were running low, Daryl, Shane, and Glenn had gone into the city to grab some extra food for the camp.

It was starting to get dark. I'm sitting in a lawn chair by the fire with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. They had been out for about 3 to 4 hours when we heard the sounds of cars pulling up. Everyone turns around to ensure it's them and not some random person. It is them, though.

They all get out with backpacks full of things like food and water. If we're lucky, they'll bring back some toys for the kids, new clothes, and even random little gadgets. Some kids ran up to the cars as the three men got out. I turn back around, staring at the fire.

I don't know what day it is, what time, or what month. It's starting to get dark. The walkers are way more active at night, so I always try to get into my tent as soon as the sun begins to go down. Amy walks over and sits next to me. Amy and I get along well because we're the same age. "You alright?" She asks I shrug in response. Sometimes, I just think, think, and think, which makes me go down the rabbit hole of asking myself, why me? Why was I here? Why was this happening? What did I do to deserve this? "Just a bit hungry, y'know?" I whispered.

We don't get to eat three meals a day like we used to anymore, and my body was still getting used to the scarce amount of food. "Me too," she whispers back. I watch as Shane walks back towards camp with Lori and her son Carl. Carl has short brown hair, blue eyes, and freckled cheeks. You'd often mistake them for a family, but they're not. Apparently, Shane was a cop and was Lori's husband's partner before the outbreak. Lori's husband died, so Shane's taking over. Carl has a brand-new toy car in his hands, which he's showing off to Sophia, Carol and Ed's daughter. She's got an almost strawberry-blonde bob, brown eyes, and freckles.

"Hey." I see Daryl standing before me with a package of instant noodles. My brows furrow, confused because I've never really spoken to him. His hair is short, like he had a buzz cut, but it's grown out, and he has blue eyes. I wasn't going to lie. He was a handsome man, just kind of scary at times. "Hi?" I say in more of a questioning tone. "I, um, got ya this while we were out," he said, tossing me the package. I smiled. That was sweet. "I heard ya talkin' bout missin' it, so I just..." he said, trailing off. "Wow, thanks, Daryl," I say with a giggle. He nods but quickly walks off to his brother. "That was cute," Amy says, and I roll my eyes. "Okay..." I sigh as I pat the package of noodles. "...I will admit that was actually really sweet." I sigh as I lean my head back. The sun is getting lower. "you gonna head out?" She asks. I nod as I push myself up out of the chair. "Night Am's," I yawn as I walk toward my tent.

I unzip my tent and step in. I try to make my tent feel as comfortable and at home as possible. So, I have bunches of pillows and blankets I've brought and collected throughout the month or two we've been going through this. I sit crisscrossed on my sleeping bag and zip my tent back up. I sigh as I lay back, placing the package of noodles with all of my other belongings. (Books, clothes, and other things I managed to grab before fleeing my apartment.)

I began to think about Daryl, realizing I never expected him to be that sweet. Especially to someone he's barely talked to. He was usually hot-headed. Both he and his brother had unpredictable tempers. That was Nowhere near the Daryl I had spoken to earlier. I don't remember falling asleep, but I shot up in a cold sweat. I don't even remember the dream, but I instinctively grab my knife. I listen closely to make sure I don't hear any walkers before unzipping my tent and crawling out. The fire is still blazing, and I can see Glenn sitting in front of it. It's definitely early morning.

I could tell by the sky. I walked through the overgrown grass, it tickles my lower legs as I did so. I sit next to Glenn and sigh as the heat of the fire hits my face. "Hey," I say quietly. He looks up at me and smiles. "Hey, y/n/n. Can't sleep?" He asks. I nod slightly as I lean back in the chair, I'm sitting in. "nightmare," I whisper. He nods. "Same, can't close my eyes without seeing a Walker. "I lean my head against his shoulder. Glenn was the first person I was open to talking to once I got here. I was too scared of the others, but Glenn was the sweetest guy I've ever met.

"Do you ever think about how it was before?" I ask, and he nods. I think about it all the time: what if this never happened? Would I still be going to college; would I still be living in my shitty apartment. Sometimes, I think about how I would've never met Glenn or Amy if this had never happened. "Yeah, all the time," he whispers as he grabs my cold hand, warming it up. "Do you miss it?" I say, turning my head. He nods. "of course I do..but if this never happened, I'd never have met you." I nod with a smile and a laugh. "You're like my best friend, y/n," he says, and I laugh as I bury my head in his shoulder. "You should go back to bed," Glenn whispers. I nod, lifting my head off his shoulder. "I'll see you later," I say, pushing myself off the chair. "Love you!" Glenn shouts as I walk away.

"Love you too!"

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Hi ^^ I love your writing sm and I’d like to request a Jesper x reader !! The reader is very quiet and anxious but can come off as cold or rude to others. They joined the Dregs after Kaz bought their indenture from the head of a fighting ring that reader was forced into, similar to Inej’s situation with the menagerie. Reader is an excellent fighter and skilled squaller, using their gift to manipulate the air around arrows they shoot so they are much quicker and precise. I don’t mind what gender the reader is or if this is written as headcanons or a oneshot, anything will be perfect <3 Also sorry if this is too specific, just let me know if it is and I can revise :^) thank you !! - 👾

Vecht Amfitheater- J.F x gn! Reader

Okay! Thank you so much for sending this in! I've been missing writing for Jesper because it feels like I haven't been writing for him a ton lately so getting the chance to again was a blast!

Also, there's a bit of Dutch language in this because Dutch is what Kerch language is based on, and the translations for the two Dutch words I used might be wrong so I apologize in advance!

Fic type- this is like, fluff kind of? fluff with angsty undertones

Warnings- mentions of and allusions to trafficking (the reader describes being taken and trafficked to Ketterdam, though it's very brief and not descriptive)

Jesper had seen you the first night you’d found yourself in the Slat, your indenture owned by the Dregs and paid off by Kaz. You were quiet, aloof, sitting at a table in the back corner and looking from person to person as though you were sizing up an opponent.

Jesper had asked Kaz your name, and that was that. You were Y/N L/N, and Jesper decided that was all the information he needed to gleam from Kaz. He could get the rest from you, and he would, provided that patience was something he was willing to practice.

As it turned out, he was, and that was to his benefit. Over the next six months, he noticed things about you. Your skilled way of fighting--you were the best fighter that Jesper had ever seen. It was almost as though you were able to predict every movement your opponent was going to make before they made it, and in turn, have them beaten before they could even register that you’d won.

He watched you train, too, saw your ability with your arrows in action, noticed that you always made every single shot you took. He noticed that your arrows moved toward your target quicker and with a more precise nature than he’d ever seen any archer get their arrows to fly.

Then, he noticed that you also aimed differently to how most archers he’d seen did it. Archers he’d seen tended to aim with all of their fingers around the bowstring.

You aimed with your thumb and your first, leaving your middle, ring, and pinky fingers open. The aiming technique wasn’t the best but somehow, you were the best archer that Jesper Fahey had ever encountered.

“You can stop watching me now,” you said one morning, when Jesper had been watching you shoot for what must’ve been an hour, maybe two. It was the early morning, and you were in the countryside of Ravka for a job. You’d set up a shooting range in the backyard of the place you were staying, one of many estates owned by the Lantsov family. “You have questions. Ask them.”

“How do you shoot so terribly and still get every shot?” Jesper asked. “Even when we’re on field jobs. Your aim is the most precise aim I’ve ever seen, and yet you don’t even aim or hold your weapon in the traditional way.”

“I aim well enough,” you said. “Being a squaller is why my aim might be a little off. I could still summon the wind to ensure that my shots are precise if I did it like you’ve seen before, but having my middle, ring, and pinky fingers open makes it easier.”

“You’re a squaller?” Jesper asked.

You laughed. “I’ve never really kept it a secret, but I don’t use my abilities outside of shooting anymore. Reminds me too much of the Vecht Amfitheater,” it was Kerch for the Fight Amphitheater, and quite possibly the most basic name for a fighting ring Jesper had ever heard.

You’d always been quiet, aloof and a lot of the time, even people in the Dregs called you cold, rude, senseless, broken, damaged. If it was because of your time in the ring, then suddenly, your nature made a lot of sense.

“You worked there?”

“By force,” you said. “I was jumped while heading back to the Little Palace from an outing with my class in Ravka at sixteen. Worked there for two years before Kaz found me, and six months later, here I am. Skilled but broken, as the gossips of the Dregs say.”

Jesper shrugged. “Happens to the best of us,” he said. “The broken part. Not the whole trafficking and all the trauma that comes with it--”

“Fahey?” You asked, grin fighting its way onto your face despite your best judgement.

“L/N?”

“Quit while you’re ahead,” you said, grin on your face. Jesper felt his heart light itself up and damn near take flight out of his chest, a grin coming to his face as he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “Was planning to.”

You shook your head as you turned back around and Jesper went back to watching you shoot.

He observed that you held the bowstring with your thumb and first finger, pulled back and curled your middle, ring, and pinky finger toward your palm during the split second before you released the bowstring and the wind you summoned by curling your fingers sent your arrow flying.

It was then that Jesper Fahey realized he was falling in love with you, and he wouldn’t’ve changed that for the world.

#jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone

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buckysdolls · 1 year

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Your Archer of Infamy (Priest x You) Series

Chapter 1

The windscreen wipers were frantically leaping left to right fighting off the rain that was lashing against your windshield screen. Twelve years of driving and you’re a hundred percent sure this was the worst weather you’d ever driven in, not to mention you felt the pressures of being even more cautious than usual as Rhea was in the car with you. You and Rhea had been friends since 2017 when Rhea joined the company. You were older than her by three years and as soon as you were introduced to each other your personalities clicked. That’s why you made such a great tag team, best friends in the ring, best friends out the ring. You and Rhea tried to drown the sound out of the rain with your singing.

“Out the curtain, lights go up, I'm home..”

“WHOA!” Both you and Rhea belted out Downstrait’s ‘Kingdom’, Cody Rhodes’ entrance song. Your phone chimed, it was a photo message from Damian. As you were driving, Rhea opened it up for you, the photo was of Damian, Finn and Dom waiting in the hotel.

“When are you two going to stop messing about and just do it?” Rhea blurted out, questioning the chemistry that lingered between you and Damian.

“Straight to the point as ever Rhea” Your exhale turning to laughter.

“We’re all just waiting for it to happen.”

“So am I” Your honesty had Rhea in stitches. She turned the music down that was on full blast to answer a video call she was receiving.

“Who is it?” You asked, wanting to look over but you knew you had to keep your eyes on the road. A chorus of ‘Hi’s’ told you it was Balor, Dom and Priest.

“ETA?” Balor asked, Rhea looked over at your phone’s navigation app.

“Two minutes, we’re just round the corner.” Rhea replied.

“Has she crashed yet?” Dom liked to pick on you, he was like a little brother to you. You constantly had playful back and forth spats with each other.

“Fuck you Dom” keeping your eyes on the road you gave him the middle finger which Rhea pointed the camera at so Dom could see. As Rhea hung up you pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, you both looked at each other and nodded as if you knew what each other was thinking. You both threw open the car doors, slamming them shut. Both of you hastily ran to the boot and grabbed whatever bags there were in an attempt to get as little wet as possible from the rain. Heads down to avoid the rain slapping into your faces as the heavy wind pushed it in your direction you both legged it over to the entrance, dropping the bags as soon as you were in the clear from the rain.

“That’s disgusting” You turned to Rhea gesturing to the rain.

“You got us here safely though” Rhea emphasised the word ‘safely’ loudly in an attempt to grab Dom’s attention as the three of them sat on comfortable leather chairs, their backs to the pair of you. They were waiting for you and Rhea to check in and change so you could all head to the gym together.

You and Rhea headed over to the front desk, as Rhea checked in Grayson Waller had approached you. He’d been trying for a while now, vying for your attention and you wondered how long he would keep up with it. You raised your eyebrows at him as if to question what he wanted, to which he just responded with a smirk, licking his lower lip and continuing to chew his gum.

From afar, Priest watched the interaction. He wasn’t a fan of it, his knuckles were turning white from the hard grip he had on the arm of the chair. He knew you were well liked and often the desires of many lads in the locker room when the topic of conversation was the female roster. He couldn’t blame them though. You were genuinely one of the sweetest girls but for everyone else the talk was superficial, it was always your looks, to him he cared more about how you reflected the same rockstar lifestyle he lived. Thankful for all your opportunities. Trying to be the best version of yourself. Being happy. The look was just a bonus in the neatly wrapped up package. Balor and Dom noticed where Priest’s attention was currently drawn too, Waller rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

“Tell her bro!” Dom yelled into a whisper. Within an instant Dom’s attention was on Balor and Dom.

“Nah. I’m eleven years older than her, I’ll just be holding her back” Priest slumped back in his chair trying not to look over.

“Sounds like some bullshit excuse to me” Balor coughed in between each word.

As Waller touched your arm you looked at it, as you did you tried to steal a glance over at Priest using your peripheral vision, you were hoping he was looking in your direction and to your pleasure he was. You adored Priest, you wanted him badly. He always gave you signals like touches and comments that told you it was reciprocated but he never acted up on it. You knew it was an ignorant thing to be doing but you tried to use the attention from other guys to get some sort of reaction out of him.

“Can’t wait to see you in action tonight.” Waller’s attempt to flirt with you was cringeworthy but you smiled to play along.

“Thanks…”

“We can take the action back to my room later if you wanted?”

Internally you were gagging and trying not to let your face screw up into a ball in reaction to the cringe comments leaving his mouth. Overhearing the comments Rhea stepped in trying to save you from any more painful Waller interaction.

“Beat it Waller” Rhea rolled her eyes.

“Charming as always Rhea” Waller brought his hand up to his chest as if her words wounded him.

“I’m serious, we’ve got better things to do Grayson” Rhea turned you around so your back was to Waller and although you were finding it hilarious because of Rhea’s bluntness you mouthed ‘thank you’ to her.

“Check-in” She whispered in your ear before grabbing her bags and walking away to the boys.

“Think about my offer, yeah?” Waller said as he backed away.

You breathed deeply to regain your composure.

“Hi, I’d like to check in please?”

“Welcome, absolutely, what is the name on the reference?”

You gave the lady behind the counter your name and booking reference, her lips rolled thinly and her eyebrows furrowed as if she was confused. You observed her closely as she kept tapping and scrolling. She’d occasionally look up with apprehension on her face, as she looked at your smile.

“I’m sorry Miss, it seems there has been a mix up with your booking. The room has been double booked.”

“How does that even happen?” You huffed in disbelief.

“I’m not sure…” The lady was dumbfounded, as she looked up at you with regret. You weren’t one to yell, it wasn't her fault.

“Any more rooms available?” You questioned hopefully.

The lady shook her head and pursed her lips outwards “ I’m afraid not, we’re fully booked because of the show. Neighbouring hotels are fully booked too. I could explain your situation to the current occupants and ask if they would mind vacating the room offering them a free stay another time?.”

You shook your head smiling kindly at the lady.

“That won't be necessary. Could you just make sure you refund me the room please?” You could tell the lady really appreciated your level of calmness, you were almost certain she was used to being yelled at in situations like this.

“Of course, miss. Once again our apologies for this mix up and thank you for being so kind about it”

Turning your back to the counter, you huffed and rubbed your eyes in frustration before making your way over to the group.

“What’s with the long face?” Dom asked.

“ I don’t have a room, they gave my room to someone else” You flopped over the arms of the chair Damian was sitting on so you were laid across him, letting your body go limp.

“Shit. I’ve got Buddy staying tonight…” Rhea replied implying she couldn’t offer you space as her boyfriend would need the room. You pulled yourself up like a sit up then dropped yourself onto the lap of Damian.

“It’s fine, I'll sleep out here. We only ever get five hours of sleep on the road anyway. Zero hours tonight won't hurt. Beside its comfortable”

“It’s only comfortable because you’re sitting on Damian” Dom pointed at the pair of you, You turned to look at Priest who was smirking at you which in turn made the corners of your lips curl upwards. Your eyes darted quickly between his dark eyes and lips, likewise he copied you. You could both sense the tension between you as you’d both forgotten where you were as silence filled the air.

“I aint complaining” Priest broke first and spoke up, his hands in the air. You refocused, turning back to face everyone else.

“Thanks for stating the obvious Dom” your sarcasm causing everyone to snicker. Priest put one arm round the back of you to lean on your waist.

“Take my bed, I can take the floor for a night” Priest said. You turned to look at Priest, you couldn’t help but look at him lovingly.

“I can’t do that”

“I’m not letting you sleep out here on your own” Damian’s other hand gravitated to your leg, settling in between your thighs.

“This makes me sick” Dom joked as you looked down at the hand. Damian followed your gaze and instantly removed his hand and pushed up to make you both stand up.

“C’mon let's go.” Priest ignored you as he walked past as if to pretend he didn’t just have you sat on him, his hand grazing your inner thigh..

“Meet here in ten yeah?” Rhea asked and everyone nodded in agreement. You followed behind Damian up to his room.

The day had dashed by, you were now alone with Priest in the hotel room. You opened the bathroom door to see him in his boxers and you in the only bedtime clothes you had, your lingerie, you weren’t expecting having to share a room with anyone okay! Sometimes pyjamas aren’t needed! You sighed quietly, trying to maintain your composure seeing Damian this way.

“I’m sorry I dont have pyjamas otherwise I’d wear them” You became nervous as you walked towards Priest, you weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were suddenly overcome with anxiety with how you looked or if it was because Priest made you nervously giddy.

“No need to apologise

“Like what you see?” Priest’s low gruff voice asked you. Priest was astounded by you, only asking you that question because he liked what he saw. You rolled your eyes in amusement.

“It’s alright I suppose” You shrugged your shoulders

You watched as Priest laid down on the floor and grabbed the blanket off the bed, his actions confusing you.

“You’re not actually sleeping there are you?” Priest folded his arms behind his head to lean on, his muscles tensing making your self control even weaker as he just gazed up at you.

“I dunno? Am I?” Reverse psychology… good one you thought. You dropped on to the bed telling Damian to get in. You didn’t need to tell him twice and he was up onto the bed and settled next to you. You turned over to face him, your faces inches apart, all Priest wanted to do was pull you into him and on top of him, his hands grabbing at your ass as you kissed intensely over and over again, him manoeuvring your body to grind against him.

“What do you think of Waller?” His thoughts shattered instantly. Why were you asking him about Waller? Not wanting to let you know he was confused or disappointed, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Seems fine” Damian’s reply was blunt.

“I think he wants to go on a date..”

“Enjoy it” Damian smiled and quickly turned over like he was giving you the cold shoulder. He was… he didn’t want to hear about your feelings towards Waller, not that you actually had any. Your reasoning in bringing Waller up had the intention of making Damian jealous and maybe get him to admit his feeling so you could too but his responses had you feeling that your desired outcome had failed.

During the night Damian was woken by your slow movement of turning over and placing your arm over his midsection, curling up to him and resting your forehead on his back. He didn’t want to wake you so he let you cuddle up to him. Was he really going to let someone like Waller get to you before he could?

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cultofdixon · 2 years

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Found What was Lost

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • Peace is just very hard to come by in the end of the world. You thought the prison was going to be the next positive change. But of course things like that don’t last long, and it takes a toll. The next good thing will come…he will come • ANGST/SFW • TW: Scars / Canon Violence / Injuries / Anxiety Attacks

Requested by: Anon

Did you mean it?

That I liked yea? Yeah. Yeah I did

Good…Cuz I like you too Dixon

“We should’ve never trusted that Governor freak whatever his name is!”

“Complaining won’t save us now” Y/N states only for one of their group mates to grab them by the shoulders forcing them to look at him.

“You don’t fucking understand! The rest of us wanted our lives back in the community—and at the prison. But we’ll always be running and no one will ever save us!” The one snaps and it startled the group…and the walkers that were following their slow advancement to who knows where.

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“None of the others gained an interest in helpin’” Rick laughs leading Y/N to the group going out for a run that morning. “Good thing there’s a few helpful Woodbury folk”

“Just want to do my part yknow”

“Appreciate it” He smiles patting them on the shoulder before whistling to gain Daryl’s attention away from the engine of one of the cars. “You’ve met Y/N right? Anyway, they asked where they could pitch in and given Michonne doing solos…figured you could use them” he smiles letting Y/N step into the now awkward silence with the archer.

“You’ve got your gear?”

“Yes” Y/N showed their axe strapped to their back under their backpack and the knife strapped to their belt.

“Yknow how to drive?”

“Yeah?” Y/N were getting confused by the questioning before keys were tossed to them.

“Sasha and Glenn will be riding with you, you follow me on my bike” and just like that. They were already doing their part.

It was the usual of going through a town and the neighborhoods around it. Sasha and Glenn paired up instantly making Daryl pair up with Y/N on the sweeps. Glenn’s reasoning, Daryl needs to get along with the Woodbury infusion. Sasha’s reasoning, more so the same but also didn’t want to deal with rookies.

“So did yea know about that Governor bitch?”

“No” Y/N states as they found some canned goods and started to fill their pack. “I didn’t know.”

Daryl watches them carefully even if this run was simple. Part of him didn’t trust them, and another thought they didn’t know what they were doing.

“Walkers!” Glenn calls out while taking care of a few as the two collected themselves and started making their way.

Y/N slipped their axe out and started to take care of the ones dangerously close to Glenn’s blindspot. Glenn felt himself being pushed forward after taking out the last walker in front of him, quickly turning to Y/N’s blank expression as he was about to question until the walker fell through the hole in the ceiling.

“Holy shit…” Glenn exclaims catching his breath. “Thanks”

“Of course” Y/N states plunging their axe into the walker’s skull looking up into the sun above. “Maybe we should dip…”

“I agree with Y/N. We don’t know how many more are gonna fall into the building. If any” Sasha agrees making her way toward the front of the building with Y/N following shortly. Leaving the men alone for a second.

“They ain’t bad”

“If they were, you were gonna have to tell Maggie about my demise” Glenn laughs illy before heading out with Daryl.

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Y/N kept themselves still and out of plain sight of the herd passing through. They felt awful for the events that lead to such. Selfish. They didn’t mean to rile up anybody from their group by being honest and not wanting to hear their two cents about what’s now left in the past.

You’re a monster Y/N thought doing their best to calm their breathing to avoid altering any of their location. You angered them. That’s what lead them to yell. Attract the walkers. Get them killed. Why did you run? You’ve never run before

Once the growling was starting to distance itself from Y/N, making them pull themselves out of their hiding spot. Carefully looking around seeing the coast is clear.

But as they stepped back into the street to find the few bodies on the floor, after someone tried and failed to take care of them. Y/N followed the trail of fresh blood all the way to another house in the neighborhood the group ran themselves into. Quickly drawing their knife, they took care of the two walkers crowding a closed door before pushing it open to find the last person of their small group. She was bleeding bad from the bites but did her best to give herself a moment before the infection gets her. Yet the second she looked at Y/N, unscathed, she couldn’t help the painful laugh that escaped her.

“You’re selfish…” She winces as Y/N knelt in front of her assessing her injuries but right as they were going to get their knife, she suddenly grabbed their collar. “When was the last fucking time you ever thought of anybody but yourself?” And without receiving the answer that got stuck on the tip of their tongue, she gave out. Leaving Y/N to finish the job before she turned.

The next morning Y/N found themselves wandering through the neighborhood, eventually the town near by, and finally the surrounding forest. I never thought for myself Y/N frowns stopping by a creek to clean the walker blood off their hands. I did my best to survive…and lost what could’ve been the last of the prison They couldn’t stop the spiral that followed as they sat in the mud taking that in. They lost everything.

•

At least that’s what they think…

“You think we’ll find everybody at this sanctuary?” Carl questions the archer walking beside him as Rick and Michonne were taking the lead.

“Maybe.”

“You hoping for anybody specific? Carol?” Carl questions watching Daryl nod to the name so he continued listing off. Glenn, Tyreese, Sasha, Maggie…”Oh! Y/N?”

Daryl stopped moving when Carl said their name as he stopped along with him thinking he struck a nerve. Before Carl could even think to panic spill out apologizes, Daryl picked up the pace again.

“They better be”

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“Why are you up?”

His words caught Y/N off guard as they stopped sharpening their axe to look at him. “Couldn’t sleep”

“Mm. Why are you out in the cold”

“Don’t really like hanging in my cell block. Or in a cell for that matter” Y/N frowns setting their axe down beside them as Daryl took the empty space on the bench to sit.

The two sat in silence enjoying the sound of crickets and the occasional owl along with some growls by the gates of the prison. Daryl took out a cigarette and before he could use his lighter, Y/N took a match from their pack and held up the small flame for him.

“You want one?”

“Nah. Just being helpful”

“Mm” Daryl takes the offer lighting his cigarette, watching Y/N pinch the match once he was done using it. “You can take one of the watch towers if yea want. Not a cell. Don’t gotta be around Woodbury folk. Even if—-“

“I hated that community, they wouldn’t let me leave. I’m not part of them. Those who believe that we can go back to normal with these sickos roamin’.” Y/N felt a hint of regret getting into it. “Sorry”

Daryl scoffs knowing exactly what they felt when sharing too much. “No need. Just honest wit me”

“Yeah” Y/N sighs picking themselves up about to head inside when Daryl tapped their arm. “What?”

“The watchtower closest to the gates’ openin’” Daryl rises dropping his cigarette. “Has a bed. Nobody is in it either. It’ll be warm enough” he states stepping on the cig before going back inside to his cellblock as Y/N took up on the suggestion.

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It’s cold… Y/N held themselves while resting a moment. But the moment being interrupted by walkers approaching.

I’m exhausted

I’m starving

I’m…missing people…I need to find—- Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted by them catching their foot in a pothole and quickly pulling out not caring for the huge gash that follows.

Clean water

Stitches

Gauze

Limping…struggling. Tired. Blood loss Y/N frowns leaning against a car as they sat on the floor wrapping their wound with a part of their shirt.

Y/N didn’t move for the rest of that day, except for the time to lock themselves in a stalled car to avoid walkers coming toward the small of fresh blood. Or however they work. Y/N never cared. Or tried not to. Deep down they did. But that didn’t matter…nothing matters…

“You alright?”

Y/N snapped out of their thoughts checking their person only for a hand to rest on their thigh to center them. They look to Daryl in the drivers seat after parking in the town they were going to scavenge.

“Yea zoned out. Carol and Rick already stepped out”

“Sorry. Got lost in my head” Y/N frowns for just a second, feeling a bit of a smile return to their face when he carefully took their hand into his gently squeezing. “Just one of those days I guess”

“I getcha…Well, let’s hurry this up. Then we can chill up in the watch tower before Carol bothers us to eat somethin’” Daryl reassures with a smile before stepping out of the car.

Leaving Y/N there for a moment as they were about to step out when a knock on the window startled them.

The groan to escape their throat from the pain, the starvation, and the exhaustion startled the person on the other side of the glass as the words were muffled. Y/N didn’t bother to fight the strangers as they were surprisingly careful when taking them out of the car.

•

“So…they’re dead then”

“Don’t think that way Daryl. They’re somewhere. You’ll reunite with them one day” Carol reassures her friend watching the sadness and exhaustion get to him. “Come on. You’ve lost enough. We just gotta think positive toward Y/N. But now, go take a shower before I hose you down” she scoffs making Daryl roll his eyes in response.

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Y/N jolted awake to Daryl’s panicked expression above them as they carefully held his face brushing away the tears that threatened and spilled.

“You okay?”

“Nah. You were sick, almost died, and y-you stopped breathing for a sec and it just. Scared me”

“Mm” Y/N slowly wraps their arms around his neck bringing him down to lay on top of them and be held in their embrace for a while. Making him relax eventually. “I’m not going anywhere, D”

________

I’m still standing

Y/N suddenly jolts awake. In a bed. In a building. In clean clothes. Who took off my clothes? They thought pulling the blanket off to find their left ankle stitched and wrapped. Someone took care of me…

The door opened which brought Y/N to quickly stand up and move away from the door to reveal two men stepping in. Both radiating non-threatening. But Y/N wasn’t taking their chances anymore given who they encounters who knows how long ago now.

“We aren’t armed. You can relax a bit.” He spoke softly which reassured Y/N to do indeed relax. But as he stepped closer they pressed up against the wall. “Sorry…sorry. My men found you passed out in a car with an injury and given you weren’t turned, they brought you back and we patched you up”

“You’ve been out for a few days, dude” The other one really really gave teddy bear vibes and radiated overwhelming happiness even if later they find out he can take on a bear if he could.

“Where…where am I?”

“This place is called the kingdom, and I’m King Ezekiel. But Ezekiel is perfectly fine” Ezekiel smiles. “You’ll be safe here and once you’re ready, I’d be more than happy to show you around”

It didn’t take Y/N until the next day to even leave the building they were in. But Ezekiel and his right hand Jerry were patient and showed them around the entirety of the kingdom.

Leading to a moment where Y/N received their belongings, but also a room in the kingdom.

“You’re skeptical about my offer”

Man I really hate being called out Y/N groans sitting on the steps to the theater as Ezekiel sits beside them. “Is my expression just obvious?”

“More so your body language. You’re tense because you’re in a new environment and part of you is afraid given how you reacted to us greeting you when you first woke. But now you’re questioning”

“How does my—-“

“That, I’m simply guessing. You’re questioning my offer of having you live here. Be helpful to the community but also find peace for yourself. You’re also…missing something, and we’ll help you find that when you trust us”

“Ezekiel…I’d like to stay, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to find what I’ve lost.”

“And why is that?”

Because it’s been months

And nothing

“Y/N!” Jerry yells at them happily as Y/N jumps off the horse they were on after going on a quick perimeter check. “There’s something you gotta see”

Y/N gently tugs on the lead to get the horse to follow them to a post to tie them temporarily at before picking up the step to follow Jerry to the theater.

It’s been months since Y/N first arrived at the Kingdom and only a few weeks since they have become a guard and front runner for the place. They did their part and still felt as if they needed to repay Ezekiel for everything he’s done for them, but he still wants to help them find what they are missing.

And entering the theater filled a bit of the pit in their chest.

“Y/N?” Carol questions before relaxing and bracing for Y/N’s impact when they wrapped themselves around her. “Y/N oh my god…oh my god” she couldn’t help the tears, nor did Y/N as they latched onto Carol like they were going to collapse in on themselves if they let go.

“How long have you been here?”

“A few months…” Y/N walks beside Carol after talking with Ezekiel and Morgan. Giving the two time to be alone.

“Do you trust this place?”

“I only trust Ezekiel and Jerry…I wouldn’t actively go on a witch hunt to search for this place’s flaws but I’m also not trying to be social around here…” Y/N frowns. “Hell I’m a guard now and I have to go on runs with others but I don’t actively go out after a successful run and celebrate like it’s the old world…”

“I get that” Carol sighs locking her arm with Y/N’s keeping them close. “I just. I want…a bit of isolation and to be left alone from the overwhelming reality just for a moment.”

“Then you should. There’s uh. A house near by or well a bit away but it’s enough and you can have your time alone…until you’re ready” Y/N reassures that it’s okay sometimes for that isolation but part of Carol couldn’t leave them without reassuring that thought in the back of their mind.

“I hope he comes here, or you go to Alexandria. He can’t live without you either”

But that moment didn’t come until much later…under different circumstances.

“He can stay here. Where he’ll be safe” Ezekiel reassures Rick in regards to Daryl. “But if you’ll wait a moment” he states on his leave to retrieve something, more so someone.

“We gotta get them to fight with us, think you can try and sway them?”

“Just cuz I’ve got a room here?”

“Well isn’t it obvious? But hell I wouldn’t blame yea if you just need a minute. Given what happened” Rick couldn’t imagine what the Saviors did to Daryl, since he didn’t share every last detail. Just enough to understand he’ll need time for certain things.

“I’ll do what I can” Daryl frowns following the others out.

________

“You were talkin’ in your sleep” Dwight knelt to Daryl’s level in his curled up state. “Something about somebody. You holding on for a special someone?”

Daryl wasn’t going to tell him anything, thinking Dwight will go back to Negan and tell him more mental bullets to fire at him.

“Keep thinking about whoever that is” Dwight stands up and stepped out of the cell. “Someone to keep fighting for”

________

“Daryl! I’ve assigned somebody to show you around” Ezekiel caught up with the archer at the gates of the Kingdom after he watched his group head out.

“I don’t need no babysitter”

“Don’t think of this as a babysitter. Think of this as someone you’ve been missing for some time” Ezekiel smiles moving himself out of Daryl’s way so he could get a good look at the guard approaching.

“Holy shit”

“Fuck off” The archer didn’t believe it. Didn’t believe Y/N was standing before him. “Y/N…”

Y/N couldn’t help it. They really couldn’t help it. Not even thinking, Y/N ran to Daryl letting him grasp onto them. The two latches onto one another, not budging, not saying a word, and taking it in.

“I told you I would help you find your missing piece” Ezekiel continues to smile leaving the two alone in the middle of the street.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Y/N hasn’t stopped crying since they latched onto Daryl and he hide his face in the crook of their neck to avoid anybody who past by seeing him cry.

“I thought I lost you…”

“Gonna take a whole ass army to keep me from finding yea”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction

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riddles-n-games · 4 months

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OUABH Drabble #3: Oh Deer!

"Jacks!"

"In here." She followed the sound of his voice, entering the dining room swiftly. Evangeline was out of breath, sweaty, her heart pounding hard and legs burning from the long run back to the Hollow. After all, the situation was urgent.

“What’s wrong, Little Fox? You sound out of breath. Were you that desperate to see-” Jacks turned towards her, teasing but then breaking off when he saw her. He zoned in on what she held in her arms.

Cradled against her chest was a tiny fawn. He frowned. “I thought we said no more pets?”

Evangeline stopped panting. “That’s not what- Do you know what this is?”

“A deer, perhaps an unusual one due to its color which could compromise this individual’s chances of survival but a deer nonetheless.” She rolled her eyes, sighing exasperatedly.

“Hey, why are you getting huffy? You asked a question and I gave you an answer.”

“Not what I meant. Try again; take a closer look. Really look.” Jacks then rolled his eyes and shook his head. The things I do just to indulge you, Little Fox. But he did as he was told.

The fawn had a snow white coat dotted with golden spots but perhaps what was more peculiar was that it had wings and a feathered tail. The wings were white, highlighted with a pinkish sheen and the tips ended in a soft rose blush.

“Do you see what I mean now?”

“Yes, but I don’t see what exactly I’m supposed to be getting from this.”

Evangeline groaned. “It’s a peryton! One of the North’s most well recognized magical creatures. You’re from here, have you never encountered one of these before?”

Jacks shrugged and thought for a moment. “Hmm, I may have hunted them in the past.”

She glared and he chuckled. “Relax, I wasn’t actively looking for those. If memory serves, I was only ever contracted to catch them because they were to be pets or for breeding.”

“Okay, well now that that’s out of the way; it’s injured.” Evangeline shifted her hold, freeing a hand and as she gently grabbed the fawn’s leg, he noticed her palm was bloody. That’s when the fawn bleated just as she started stretching its limb and Jacks caught sight of the injury; one of its back legs was bloodied with a gash in it, either the result of a predator’s bite or the doings of a hunter’s trap.

“So, I assume you brought it back here to play nursemaid or rather, for me to play nursemaid.” She frowned at him again. “What, is it not true? This seems to happen every time a new creature pops up here; courtesy of you being some sort of woodland princess that all pests bow down to.”

“Jacks…”

“I’m not wrong, Little Fox. Usually I’m not and this isn’t any different. How many pets do we have as a result?”

“You’re not playing fair. Those were adult animals capable of their own decisions. This one is a baby that was hiding in the grass, likely waiting for its mother to return and unfortunately got hurt due to a trap,” Evangeline scowled at the last word. She never did like hunts and yet her beloved was an archer; irony often spun her fairytale and not the story curse.

Jacks sighed. “Alright, go get the bandages and the medical kit. I’ll take the fawn and bring it to the lounge.” Her face lit up instantly with a bright smile as she carefully deposited the fawn into his outstretched arms. She kissed his cheek before turning to leave. “Thank you, Jacks!”

He called after her as she left the room, “Just remember, you’re going to take it back to the forest after it heals.”

“Uh-huh! Yup!” That was the only reply he got but he was pretty sure it fell on deaf ears as he saw her pink hair disappear around the corner. He looked down at the tiny fluff ball which had already fallen asleep. Periwinkle sounds like a good name.

He huffed; he was soft. Ever since living at the Hollow again, he was losing his touch. Castor would never let him live this down. But he wasn’t really mad, after all, it was worth seeing her smile. Always.

#evangeline fox #jacks #jacks prince of hearts #jacks of the hollow #evajacks #jacks x evangeline #evajacks fanfiction #evajacks fanfics #ouabh fanfics #evajacks headcanons #once upon a broken heart #the ballad of never after #a curse for true love #ouabh #tbona #acftl

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theluckywizard · 8 months

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It's so easy to forget that there's magic in all of this - Body from Sleeping At Last Prompts

Hiii thank you! I decided to travel back in time and write something very early in my Roserford relationship for this one:

Rating: G

Pairing: Cullen x Rose Trevelyan, Cullen POV

WC: 1369

for @dadrunkwriting

More below the cut 👇

“Ser, an update on construction of the outer checkpoint.”

Cullen doesn’t attend, watching the Herald of Andraste land most of her arrows in a dummy’s straw stuffed chest through a crowd of recruits in training. Thank the Maker she’s a competent archer.

“Ser.”

He knew of her unorthodox pursuits from Leliana’s hurried investigations into her following the blast. And now it’s a boon, though a perplexing one. As far as he knew, archery isn’t a common pursuit for Marcher women of noble lineage, not like it is in Fereldan anyway. She isn’t a fighter, no, but she can hunt well enough to bring game to the kitchen early in the morning and she’s been standing up to Cassandra’s training regimen admirably. There’s something to work with here.

“Commander, Ser.”

She doesn’t carry herself like the nobles he knew from the Circle, not nearly as fussy or preening as he worried she might be. There’s a swing in her step. A rebellious slump in her shoulders. She doesn’t seem bothered by the girlish, haphazard braid over her shoulder, though he suspects her lack of skill is the result of years of maidservant styling. The templars who came from noble backgrounds had similar struggles adjusting. Even he could manage a better braid. His sisters knew.

“Ah. Forgive me. I was thinking about a tactical plan for the eastern ramparts,” he says, cursing his warming cheeks as he collects the update. “Thank you, James.”

The Herald empties her quiver but doesn’t wander down the slope to collect her arrows. She punches the end of her bow into a snowbank, tugs on her mittens and stares at the Breach, tucking cold fingers under arms. Perhaps he should talk to her. It would make sense to get to know his charge better.

He heads in her direction, a sea of sparring recruits parting for him readily and snapping salutes as he strides his way over. The Umbralis sun hangs low and impotent over the eastern mountain ridge, but the air is unseasonably warm and humid, softening the trampled snow pack under foot. She doesn’t notice him immediately, shaking her head almost imperceptibly at the disturbance.

He clears his throat lightly. “I try not to look at it too much.”

She startles a step away from him with a squeak and then recovers, clutching her chest. “Commander. I didn’t see you there.”

“Forgive me, I saw you over here and I thought I’d say hello.”

Lady Trevelyan regards him with bright eyes, a hint of a smile warming them. They’re indigo, he notes, indigo like his mum’s yarn, one of the few dyes she’d save for during spinning season. She flushes— or perhaps it’s the chill in the air— and tries to straighten up the errant strands of her hair, but doesn’t say anything.

“I suppose you have more of a reason to stare at it though,” he adds after an unwieldy silence. “Connected to it as you are.”

She exhales a little cloud in a tense puff and gestures at it. “It looks like the Veil is just over there up in the sky. But it’s everywhere isn’t it? Right here where we’re standing. Under the ice on the pond. Inside these tents. It’s strange to think of.” She shakes her head. “Before all this it was easy to forget there’s magic in all of this.”

“I wish I could forget. I’ve seen things I can never unsee,” he muses. “But it’s my duty to remember.”

“As a templar?” she asks. There’s a bite to that question, he can hear it. It wasn’t always so polarizing to have been one, but it certainly is now.

“As Commander of these forces,” he answers, wishing as he did many times a day he could shake that shadow. But the headache that pulses between his eyes reminds him how fruitless that is.

Lady Trevelyan assesses him carefully, the soft lines of a faint scowl creasing between her brows. He wishes he was better at forcing a smile when it would behoove him to, but his cares weigh too heavily. She blinks away her look and snorts a laugh.

“Well, there’s no ignoring it now,” she says, holding up her left hand. “I’ve always thought it was fantastical, magic. Something like a gift. And now that I’m marked by it I’m not so sure.”

“It’s raw power,” he says, choosing his words carefully. “Those who wield it suffer nearly as often as they thrive.”

“Which do you think I’ll be?” she asks, looking at him again. She’s clear eyed but the creases are back. Perhaps she’s as anxious as he is.

“Truthfully? I don’t know,” he says, pursing his lips.

“Well, I appreciate your candor. Feels like everyone around here seems to believe I can save them.” She snorts quietly. “I don’t even know how to fight for Maker’s sake.”

He knows. Maker he knows. But he feels compelled to say something to encourage her.

“That dummy down there might disagree,” he says, scratching his nose.

She eyes him skeptically and then her lips twist into a wry smile.

“It’s not special to be a good shot with a fixed target,” she answers. “You don’t need to puff me up, Commander.”

“I’ve trained enough recruits to know that sometimes a little puffing up is in order,” he answers, nearly smiling himself. “You’ve met the demands of the training regimen admirably.”

“Admirably,” she says slowly, rolling the word over her tongue. “Very diplomatic.”

A chuckle crackles in the back of his dry throat. “I don’t suppose you’ll accept a compliment.”

“I don’t see how compliments will help me survive all this,” she says. “But— thank you. All the same.”

Cullen fumbles as his attempts at connection flounder. “I just— You’re trying. Considering you were a prisoner last week,” he explains. “It means a lot.”

Maker, what had he hoped she’d say? He found himself searching for more conversation, some way to recover himself, but instead he’s gazing at her awkwardly. She tucks her nose and chin inside her cowl, the same soft indigo hues as her eyes, the same thick yarn his sisters might have knit with. Her freckled cheeks are balled in a smile. He grasps for words but none arrive.

“Commander.” Ser Carys strides into view and salutes firmly in a timely intervention. “There’s a shipment of lyrium just arrived. It’s on your desk for inspection. Ser.”

“Thank you, Carys. I’ll be there momentarily.”

“Lyrium?” asks the Herald.

“Yes, for our templars. It's what gives us our abilities.” It felt like a lie to say ‘us’. Was it reflexive or was it cover?

“Hm," she snuffs and then casts him a cheeky look. “Sounds like magic.” It’s a prod, he can tell, but he answers it in earnest.

“I can sure you it is anything but,” he says, amusement infusing the rumble in his voice. He toes at a clump of snow before crushing it under his boot. “And there’s a terrible price to that power.”

“Suffering nearly as often as they thrive?”

Cullen fixes his eyes upon her suddenly, assessing her look like she’d seen him. It would be impossible, but it stirred something inside his chest he hasn’t felt in ages. Like tufts of milkweed taking flight in the marshes of Honnleath.

“Yes, I suppose,” he says slowly. “Perhaps we’re not so terribly different in the scheme of things.”

“We’re all just people,” she says, smiling. “Even me. The oddest one of all.” She pulls off her mitten and frowns at the mark while she rubs it.

“I can think of a few others who might give you a run for your money,” he says, his lips turning at last.

“Now that makes me feel better.”

“I’ll take my victories where I can get them,” he chuckles.

Rose Trevelyan takes her leave to fetch her arrows, retrieving her bow from the snowbank. Cullen watches her stride away for a few moments before turning to return to his tent where he’d be faced with another test of his resolve. Whatever this woman is dredging up inside him is something different for a change. Something old and precious. Impossibly light. Memories of a life before Kirkwall and Uldred. Of a life before lyrium.

And it’s absurd. They’ve only just met. But he felt it all the same.

Also tagging @caitlam who asked for a similar prompt in a reply to my prompt list!🥰

#Cullenmance #Cullen x Trevelyan #Cullen x Rogue!Inquisitor #Early Attraction #Mage Templar Dynamics #Commander Cullen #Cullen Rutherford #Rose Trevelyan #POV Cullen Rutherford #Awkward Attempts at Conversation #Treading Carefully on the Subject of Magic

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whousestypewriters · 10 months

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Hello, hello :)

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-This is @urbanflorals writing account.

-This blog will mostly be about writing and my wips and stuff like that and my chaotic thoughts about my writing

So enter at your own risk....

I also haven't gotten around to creating introductions for all the characters just yet. I'll do it sometime, promise.

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My wips:

Cartlen College Series

My original story

Characters -

Lainey Bowen

Garrett Maddox

Juniper Magana

Hayden Mckenzie

Bleu Ando

Harper Allaire

Jordi Bowen

Oliver Dawson

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Hurricane Girls Series

My original story

Characters -

Xandia Northwood

Ivory Abbot

Willa Thornton

Effie Holland

West Avengale

Boston Harding

Chase Sawyer

Gray Fitzweld

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Shattered Hearts

My original story

Characters -

Hallie O'Connor

Kaiden Alvarez

Violet Reynolds

Crew Peirce

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The Silent Court

My original story - the one I'm probably working on the most

These characters won't have introductions cause I have way too many -

Aurelia Birnett - The Silent Queen, Iris Birnett - The Siren, Amithi Brandson - The Scorpion, Beatrice Graye - The Archer, Linette Bardot - Red, Blaire Anderston - The Locket, Genevieve Weston - The Viper, Naomi Keller - The Forgess, Harper Beckett - The Slave

Callum Hansley, Leahla Hansley, Julias Hansley, Caspar Hansley, Avena Crista

The cast of the Silent Court

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Edgeton Prep

My original story

Characters -

Constance Fracher

Quinn Markey

Evie Markwood

Macey Gibson

Griffin Prescott

Jaiden Pitcher

Parker Gibson

Connor Jackson

Aidan Flecture

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This was really long but oh well. These are only some of my wips. I might post about my other stories and stuff as well.

I'll probably also write random prompts I find or want to do. My ask box is always open for people to put prompts or just questions in general :)

Thank you for reading this loves <3

#my writing #my wips #second blog

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 2 months

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Wid and Guth is officially my comfort fic.

Therefore I am once again asking for my fix of headcanon.

Can we hear a little more about Freogan? 🐎👦

Aw, thank you! I love the idea that Guthláf and Wíd would be a comfort for anyone! And thanks for asking about Freogan. He’s a small part of the story, but – like always – I’ve overthought him!

Freogan’s mom worked for a baker (which is how Guthláf knew the family – he was a dedicated consumer of cakes and treats) and his dad was a laborer. Neither of them earned much money, a challenge that was compounded by the fact that their family was huge (6 boys and 1 girl) and they also sometimes took in cousins or neighbor kids in need. Generosity was an important family value but with that many people to provide for, things in their household were TIGHT. That’s why Freogan needed work even at 14.

Before he got accepted as a novice for the éored, he did little odd jobs around the city. As the eldest child, he also handled a lot of the childcare at home while his parents worked. That gave him a strong sense of responsibility from a young age – he was adept at changing diapers and caring for sick toddlers – though he also wasn’t above sometimes getting frustrated with a younger sibling and calling them a bad word, which was always promptly reported back to Mom at the first opportunity. (She cut him slack because he was doing his best and always made a compelling case that the brother in question was, in fact, being a little shit.)

Because they were poor, Freogan was sometimes bullied by his peers, so he was always a little circumspect and wary around other people. When he mixed with others outside his own family, he tended to hang on the margins and just watch and listen, trying not to draw a lot of notice. But he was intensely loyal to anyone who showed him kindness, and Wíd was at the top of his list from the moment he got picked to be his novice.

In that role, Freogan was around Wíd and Guthláf quite a bit. And, being an observant kid, he knew pretty early that there was something different about that relationship. He even once asked his dad if it was possible for two men to be in love. His dad told him that he’d never heard of such a thing, but since he didn’t say it was impossible, Freogan eventually decided that Guthláf and Wíd loved each other. He found this unusual, but he was loyal to Wíd above all else and he always liked Guthláf. So he quietly accepted it. (Asking about this caused Freogan’s dad to wonder for a while if Freogan liked boys, until he came home early one day and caught his son heading to second base with a girl from down the street.)

After he completed the novice program, Freogan qualified as a junior rider. With Wid’s continuing mentorship, he became a mounted archer and served well in the king’s éored for years, fighting alongside Wíd once he attained full rider status. They both maintained the practice of choosing only working class, low income kids as their novices, helping several families stave off poverty in the process. They remained very close, and Freogan eventually named his first son Wídfara.

#answered asks #little OCs of Rohan #freogan #guthláf #wídfara #rohirrim #lotr

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 2 months

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Magic and Madness - Chapter Six

To Understand Everything is to Forgive Everything.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Stephen has a job to do, and it almost destroys him. Where else can he go for comfort?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 2388

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) Avoidance, GSW, ED mentions, alcoholism, internalised homophobia, self-doubt, self-blame, smuuuuut.

𝐀/𝐍 -> A Companion Piece to Multitudes, exploring the relationship of Tony Stark and Stephen Strange. This chapter best corresponds to Multitudes chapters seventeen and eighteen - I recommend starting there if you're reading both <3. Masterlist can be found here!

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Dividers come from yours truly.

<- Previous Chapter (5/46)

I avoided the compound like the plague.

The announcement of Natasha's plurality came of very little surprise to me – delivered, as it was, by a video call with Bruce. He didn’t ask why I refused to attend the meeting, and I didn’t volunteer the information.

I couldn’t face the man who had so unceremoniously dismissed me after almost two days of careful touches and hesitant kisses.

My hands shook whenever I thought about the look on his face when he glanced at me – the pure revulsion and desperation I found in his hollow gaze.

Despite my remorse, though, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. It had been a glorious, if short-lived, experience. My only sorrow was that it had, by all accounts, left him drowning himself and finding solace at the bottom of a bottle.

I tried to be surreptitious in my probing – simply asking after the team when someone reached out to me, clarifying individual members – Tony included – when they weren’t detailed. Nat, in her rare correspondence via video, always made sure to talk about him first, and was by far the most candid.

I got the call in the evening a few weeks after I absconded, phone ringing out , shrill in the darkness. Steven's panicked explanation was accompanied by a backing track of Nat’s staccato, desperate whimpers as I dressed hurriedly, throwing on the first thing my hands reached for – a painfully familiar hooded sweatshirt that still smelled faintly of sex and aftershave.

Wreathed in an agonising comfort, I stepped through to the hospital.

You know I’ve done this too many times when they don’t even look up anymore. A little wonder would be nice.

“What is it this time, Dr. Strange?” My head nurse sighed as she spoke, eyebrow raised in surprise as she glanced at me. “... You look like hell, Stephen.”

“Thanks, Clarissa,” I snapped, rolling my eyes as I smoothed my hair. “GSW to the lower left quadrant. No known spinal implication, and there’s an exit wound. Patient is showing transient consciousness. ETA four minutes. Is there a team free?”

She nodded quickly, pushing herself to her feet. “Yes, Doctor. You got lucky; it’s been a hectic day. OR two is available.”

I nodded sharply, pacing impatiently as I waited. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I wondered if he would be there.

My question was answered as they barrelled through the door, Tony’s hands pressed to the wound in the archer’s side. “BP is 83 over 54 and falling fast. GCS eight, oxygen steady – mostly. Pulse 73 and dropping. Looks like the bullet fragmented after penetration.”

I motioned Nat away quickly, her eyes wide as she trembled, and offered her a quick smile. “I’ve got to get him into surgery. I’ll do what I can, Natash- Nat. I’ll do my best.”

Five hours and six minutes.

His insides were shredded by the shrapnel, and while I lived up to my promise, I hated that I couldn’t do more. My forehead found the wall as I sobbed softly, mourning the parts of the archer I couldn’t save.

But I had a job to do.

So I simply scrubbed a hand over my face and peeled off my bloodied gown, unable to stop the spark of anger that drove me to throw it violently into the contaminant trashcan, jaw set.

I should have done more. I should have been better.

I should have been there. Maybe I could have made a difference.

Natasha was curled on the floor, pressed against the wall, blood trickling through the fingers pressed to her ribs as she stared blankly into the distance. I sighed as I approached, steeling myself. “Let me take a look at you.”

“… Wh… What?” she murmured, blinking owlishly up at us, and I inclined my head toward the blood under her hand, jaw twitching. “I said, ‘Let me take a look at you’.”

She blinked again, blank and disinterested. “We’re fine. How’s Clint?” I offered her a wry smile and an extended hand, pity tugging at my heart. “Let’s make a deal.”

“Clint had a lot of internal damage. A lot. I’ve patched him up as best I could, but…” I sighed guiltily as I slid the needle through the edge of her wound, but she showed no reaction. “You’re lucky he was in front of you. You would likely have lost your lung, but instead it just broke the rib.”

“Lucky,” she scoffed, eliciting a flinch.

“He’s not come around yet. He… We had to perform an ileostomy. There wasn’t enough intestinal tissue left to salvage. He’s been fitted with a bag – if he… That will be permanent,” I added softly, jaw tight with remorse.

I should have been there.

She winced, glancing up. “Will he wake up?”

I hesitated only briefly, the loss of concentration bringing a faint tremor back to my hands. “We don’t know. He lost a lot of blood and sustained significant injuries. He underwent massive transfusions. The fact that he survived surgery is reassuring, but…” I sighed again, head shaking. “I’ve had this conversation too many times lately.”

When she glanced at me curiously, I offered her a weak, shaky smile. “I said almost the exact same thing to Clint, when it was you that may not wake up.”

I spent two weeks in my own alcohol-driven despair, wracked with remorse and selfish thoughts of comfort found in his embrace.

He’d tell me I tried my best. He’d tell me there was nothing more I could do. He...

No.

He’d tell me I repulse him, and that I am wrong.

Two weeks of long and suffering silence was all it took for Clint to start to come around, and I got the call to return. I’d checked on him daily, but they thought I’d like to be the one to break the news to him.

I can’t imagine anything worse.

But the archer, to my wonder, was impassive, seemingly unphased by this permanent alteration to his life, despite my immense shame and guilt.

The only person who seemed to struggle as much as I was Natasha herself. Chained to his bedside, I’d watched her grow steadily more gaunt, refusing all but water – and even that had to be administered intravenously. Not a single morsel or drop passed her lips during her silent vigil, and the weight began to drop from her frame once more.

A quiet word with Bruce when they eventually returned to the compound confirmed my worst suspicions – that she was, once again, skirting danger.

Bruce desperately argued that her weight was holding steady, but I could only snort. “You don’t believe that any more than I do, Banner. We need to find out how this is happening – before it’s too late. And ‘too late’ is approaching far too rapidly.”

The day she ended up being taken, unconscious and severely underweight, I broke.

When I appeared in his bedroom, he was lay with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

“… Hi. I know I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be here. I just…”

He nodded slowly, extending an arm to me with a quiet sigh. “Come here, baby boy.”

The name broke me, and I sobbed, falling down beside him and weeping desperately against his chest. “I should have done better. I should have done more. I…”

Shushing me gently, his fingers caressed my back as he held me close. “You did amazingly, honey. You did better than anyone else could have done. None of this is your fault, do you hear me?”

“I knew she was struggling. I knew that something wasn’t right. But I left it to Bruce, and I… I should have spoken to her. Helped her. This is all my fault. I’m not… Fuck, I’m such a… Fuck.”

He brushed his lips against my forehead, pulling me nearer. “Sweetheart, you did everything you could. You were incredible.”

“You never called,” I whispered into his chest, voice cracking. “I thought you hated me.”

He snorted weakly, shaking his head. “You? Never. Myself? Well… That’s a different matter entirely."

“I hate that I made you feel like that.”

“Not you, baby boy. Never you. I… I’ve missed you, Stephen. So much,” he muttered into my hair, fingers tightening against my spine.

“I’ve never hated myself quite so much as I do for what I said to you. I’m so, so sorry.”

I pushed my face through my tears to claim his mouth with mine, hands curling in his hair desperately. “Show me how sorry you are.”

“Aren’t you going to ask-”

“I already know you’re sober, Tony. I’m surprised and impressed.”

“I’ve been sober since Clint’s accident. I… I wanted to prove I can do it. Before I reached out.”

I purred happily, pulling him closer. “Fuck me like it’s you last night on this earth, Stark.”

He raised an eyebrow with a snort, dragging my shirt over my head. “You got it, baby boy.”

I lay in his arms as he smoked, and I scowled. “You shouldn’t substitute one vice for another, love.”

“One makes me significantly less of an asshole than the other, sweetheart.”

“Don’t you also have a ‘no smoking in the building’ rule?”

“It’s my building, who’s going to tell me off? You?” he added with a smirk, and my fingertips trailed his hip lightly, humming with delight at the hard lines I’d missed touching.

“Sounds fun. I might be into that.”

He barked out a surprised laugh, shaking his head. “Doctor Strange, you never cease to amaze.”

I arched an eyebrow, fixing him in my gaze. “Mr. Stark, I am a surgeon who tried to micromanage his own surgery, despite the fact that I would be profoundly unconscious for the procedure. I am nothing if not authoritarian.”

He purred and tugged me nearer, fingers curling around my back to drag me atop him. “Oh, yeah? I seem to remember you being pretty submissive every time I’ve made you beg...”

Smirking, I took his hands from my hips and pinned them over his head, delighting in the soft gulp the motion elicited, pressing my body against his. “You assume I couldn’t make you do the same?”

“Y-You gonna boss me around?” he stammered, back curving minutely against me as he blushed.

I hummed playfully, tongue trailing the length of his jaw. “... Not yet. Maybe when it’s my turn to fuck you.”

He stiffened, and I winced.

Fuck. Why would I say that?

“I-I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m scared,” he ground out quietly, gaze flicking away as he reddened.

I released his wrists and lay over him, watching him with my chin beside the glowing light of his reactor. “... What are you scared of?” I pressed softly, and he grimaced minutely.

“I... I’m not sure. I’m scared it’ll hurt. I’m scared I won’t be... Clean. I... I’m... I know this isn’t exactly straight, but I’m scared that if it’s me that gets... I’m scared that it’s just, y’know, more... g-gay.”

The last word was a pained, shameful whisper, but my heart throbbed proudly.

He’s never said it before. No matter how drunk, or sober, or angry.

He’s never said it.

“Do... Should I talk you through your fears? Or do you just want acknowledgement?” I asked quietly, fingers dancing across his collarbone, and he nodded shyly.

“I-I guess you can... Try and help.”

Smiling fondly, I kept my gaze on him as I thought. “Well... You saw – pretty intimately – my first time. Did I look like I was in any pain?” He shook his head reluctantly, and I pressed a kiss to his chest. “It was... Unusual. A little uncomfortable, at points, but that very quickly gave way to...” I swallowed dryly, cheeks heating. “You’ve seen what you do to me, Tony. It’s... The best I’ve ever felt. By far. By far.” My light shiver made his smirk, hands shifting to caress my back gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever had- No, let me try again. I have never, by far, had so much sex in such a short period of time. And I still want more.”

He grinned at last, palms finding my ass pointedly. “I’m happy to stop this conversation and give you more, baby boy.”

Heart fluttering, I did, admittedly, hesitate thoughtfully before I shook my head. “I’d rather make you feel better... At least first.” He rolled his eyes, but nodded, and I purred. “As for... I mean, it’s not a big deal either way. But there’s ways you can... prepare. Which I could talk you through, but I’m concerned for your blood pressure if I say any more about that,” I teased as his face turned crimson. “But... I’ve never bothered, and we’ve never had a problem, right?” He shook his head slowly, and I grinned, kissing his cheek. “Exactly.”

His jaw tightened in anticipation, eyes drifting further from mine. “As for the last... Tony. My dear, sweet, darling Tony. If you’re straight, all your sex is straight sex, regardless of how you do it. And the same is true for gay people, and bisexuals, and all the other myriad of sexualities out there. It's not more or less of what it is depending on how it’s done. If you’re gay, then you’re gay, and that’s fine. You’re not extra gay if you decide you want to... Be fucked,” I finished, blushing lightly. He was trembling at my words, still unable to meet my gaze, but he licked his lips dryly.

“I’m gay.”

I couldn’t help the blink of surprise, but buried it in a gentle kiss, nipping his lip lightly. “As am I, sweetheart.”

“It... That’s why I never settled down.”

“I tried. I loved her, I truly did, but... She was the only one.”

“I’m... I’m ready to settle down, Stephen,” he added softly, gaze flicking to mine at last. “With you.”

“I... You... Wh... Huh?”

He swallowed again, leaning forward to kiss me lightly. “I want to be yours, Stephen. And I... I want you to fuck me.”

God forgive me, but I am going to commit every sin. Send me to hell if you must; I’ll go with a smile.

The whine that eked from my lips was indecipherable, and he grinned softly. “Stephen Strange... Please fuck me.”

... ... ...

Yes.

Yesyesyesyesyesyes-

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The Archer.

Part 06

Hanzo Shimada x Y/N

Evening———

You sort out the documents and leave the medical room. You open the door see Hanzo standing in the corridor waiting for you. You clench the document in your hand, because you are inexplicably nervous when you see him, but you choose to face him with a smile.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" You ask.

"No." Hanzo said.

"Let's talk in my room." You turn your back on him.

"Sure." Hanzo said.

You two walk together, and you feel nervous because he only keeps silent. This moment makes you feel a little strange and alienated.

Finally arrived at your room, you opened the door and invited him in. You put the documents on the desk, take off your coat and hang them in the wardrobe, go to the refrigerator and take two bottles of juice and put them on the desk.

When you see Hanzo sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, the feeling of oppression makes you more nervous. He is not your enemy, but he exudes a very serious aura that makes you uneasy. You are thinking that maybe this is his usual habit.

"Hey." You bring him the juice.

"Thank you." Hanzo took the juice and took a sip.

"Is it delicious? This is the 100% pure fruit juice I ordered from the supermarket. It's very expensive!" You said with a smile.

"When you are nervous, you always do so many movements." Hanzo is looking at you.

"Ah?" You say.

"So... What happened to you? " Hanzo asked calmly.

"Hahaha, I can't hide it from you, Hanzo." You say.

"I just don't like you to be stubborn." Hanzo said.

"Hanzo, in exchange, can you answer my question honestly? Have you always been worried about me?" You ask.

" Yes, I admit it." Hanzo answered seriously.

"You finally admit it! Dishonest children should be punished!" You said with a smile.

"What about you?" Hanzo asked calmly.

"Me, ummmm , a short story... It's not a happy thing." You have a drink of juice.

"I know. If you say it, you will be more relieved." Hanzo said.

"Hmmm, it was a few years ago before I joined Overwatch. I used to have a loved one, a soldier. I was a medical soldier in their team at that time, so I knew him. His personality is warm-hearted, lively and cheerful. We had a good impression on each other, so we quickly confirmed the relationship. One day, he was seriously injured in order to save his comrades-in-arms. There is no hope. His consciousness is so blurred that he can't recognize me. In the end, he chose to die. " You said with tears.

"Really..." Hanzo said.

"You're right. You can't be relieved until you say it. If I don't say it just keep in heart, it will only make me feel extremely guilty. " You wipe away your tears and say.

"Do you miss him?" Hanzo asked.

"Occasionally. After all, he accompanied me through the most difficult moment of my life. But I don't miss him very much. I just think it's a pity that people like him have died. " You whispered.

"So that's it..." Hanzo said.

"The story is over. Thank you for listening." You smiled at Hanzo.

"You're welcome. Do you want to rely on my shoulders?" Hanzo asked.

"Ah?" You are surprised that Hanzo comforts you in this way.

"Don't you want it?" Hanzo asked with his head tilted.

"I want it!" You said excitedly.

Sometimes you really don't understand why Hanzo's expression always looks so calm. But he is willing to be your support when you need him. You lean on his shoulder and close your eyes, immersed in the tranquility.

"Y/N." Hanzo said.

"What's the matter?" You ask.

"I lost Genji once, and I finished him with my own hands. But until the moment I met him again and I knew that he had never given up on me. That's why I'm here now. In the past, I may only have to escape all the time. " Hanzo said.

"Hmmm... Thank you for telling me, Hanzo." You whispered.

"You're welcome." Hanzo said.

"Your shoulder is so comfortable. I'll sleep first." You whispered.

"Hey! You..." Hanzo saw you sleep peacefully on his shoulder.

Hanzo felt overwhelmed and didn't know how to react. Looking at your sleep, he wants to hold you up and put you in bed, but he will wake you up again. He couldn't figure out what to do, finally he sighed and decided to sit in the place without moving.

"What should I do with you?" Hanzo looked at you with a smile, he stroked your hair gently. He put his hand around your shoulder and let you get closer to him.

Originally, you just wanted to pretend to sleep, but you didn't expect that Hanzo was willing to let you sleep on his shoulder like this. You can feel Hanzo's breathing fluctuation and the temperature of his hands touching your shoulder. At this time, you don't know what to react. It's impossible for you to suddenly get up and tell him that you are actually pretending to be asleep. He will be angry and leave directly.

After a long time, you naturally fell asleep on his shoulder. Hanzo noticed that you were sleeping, he also closed his eyes.

The next morning————

As soon as the alarm clock rings, you get up and turn off the alarm clock. Why are you lying in bed? Didn't you sleep on Hanzo's shoulder last night? You didn't see Hanzo in the room. You are thinking that maybe he has gone back to his room. When you walk to the desk, you see a note left by Hanzo.

"I carried you to bed last night after you fell asleep. And don't pretend to sleep next time. " The note left by Hanzo.

"He knows I'm pretending to sleep!" You get on the bed and shout.

"Oh, my God! Why didn't he expose me directly? That idiot!" You said shyly.

You hurry run into the bathroom take a shower and change into clean clothes. Thinking of what happened last night, you squatted on the ground shyly and covered your face. Why does your heart feel fluttering when you think of what happened last night? You was inexplicably happy with Hanzo's small behavior before. Do you really have...

"Hanzo..." You whispered.

You leave the room and stand in the corridor to take a deep breath and cheer up. Suddenly someone ran to you and patted you from behind, and you jumped up in surprise.

"Good morning!" Dva said loudly.

"Dva! You scared me!" You say.

"Eh? It's really rare. But Y/N, are you all right? You blush a little. " Dva asked.

"Really?!" You cover your face and say.

"Ha ha ha! Come to the truth!" Dva looks at you.

"So lively in the morning and so loud in the corridor." Cassidy looked at you two.

"Cassidy, someone is blushing." Dva looks at you.

"Blushing?" Cassidy is close to you.

"Wait, Cassidy, you're too close." You cover your face against the wall.

"Let me see." Cassidy holds your face.

"Wait a time!" You shouted at Cassidy.

"Ah?" Cassidy stop.

"I forgot to take my document!" You run back to the room quickly.

"Do you know what's wrong with her?" Cassidy asked Dva.

"I don't know. She didn't say anything. But it must not be easy. " Dva said with a laugh.

"That reaction is really not simple..." Cassidy whispered.

You go back room quickly and take the documents on the table. When you open the door, you see Genji and Hanzo. The documents in your hand slipped directly to the ground, and Hanzo squatted down to help you sort out the documents and hand them on to you.

"Are you all right?" Genji asked.

"It's okay. I'm a little distracted." You explain.

"You distracted?" Hanzo asked.

"Yes, I'm thinking about something. Thank you for helping me pick it up. Goodbye." You turned around and ran away after thanking Hanzo.

"Y/N." Hanzo is calling you.

You stop and look back at him, he hand you the lunch box in his hand.

"Eat it." Hanzo left.

"Ha?" You are confused.

"Y/N, can I ask you a question?" Genji asked.

"Yes!" You say.

"Was my brother in your room last night?" Genji asked in your ear.

You blushed directly at Genji, you hugged the file and nodded slightly.

"So. By the way, my brother made breakfast himself. Enjoy it." Genji patted you on the shoulder and left.

"Ah? Hanzo made it himself? Wait a time! Genji!" You look at Genji's back.

You go to the medical room put the documents and lunch boxes on the table.

"Y/N, do you bring your own breakfast today?" Mercy asked curiously.

"No..." You are hesitating.

"No?" Mercy is curious.

"I heard from Genji that Hanzo made it himself." You explain.

"Really! Oh my God!" Mercy said excitedly.

"I'm also quite surprised..." You say.

"Y/N~Y/N~. Someone has prepared breakfast for you~" Mercy said excitedly.

"It's just making breakfast for friends. What do you think?" Ask Mercy.

"Are you just friends with Hanzo?" Mercy is looking at you.

"I..." You bow your head shyly.

"Is it...Y/N... Do you like him? Mercy asked.

"Maybe... I don't know yet." You whispered.

"Tonight! Let's have a good talk! Bring Dva!" Mercy said excitedly.

"What!" You are surprised.

Part 06 The End.

To Be Continued…..

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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4. 8. 6. 9. (tee hee)

alternatively, 14. 1. 2.

I know who you are and I hope you're feeling clever. Because you are <3

Alright, let's see.

For the ask meme here

4. Pairing that makes no sense to you?

You're coming out of the gate swinging, huh.

This is a really difficult question, because usually I can at least see where people come from. And even when I don't, I also love myself some crack ships.

Nothing really comes to mind immediately. I guess I've seen Vermouth/Akai that doesn't make too much sense to me?

8. Fandom you're a part of that's the most obscure?

There's Kyou Kara Maou (Demon King From Today!) that I love dearly. It does have an Ao3 tag though, so I guess it's not that obscure?

Hmmmm. I guess I like Ten Dance (a ballroom dancing yaoi manga) for its loving depiction of the ballroom dancing scene and the fun dynamic between the characters. That's pretty niche, let's go with that.

6. Favourite Headcanon?

I'm very fond of the Rei-as-an-orphan-in-foster-care headcanon, even though word of god kind of opposes it. It would just explain a lot of why he is the way he is.

And because picking just one is hard, have another favourite of mine: AkAm, but in particular Akai, don't have many scars. Every injury sustained is one they cannot really afford (makes them weaker, takes time to recover, etc etc.), and so mission planning would be very important. I think they're simply too capable to have many scars at all. (Makes those few they do have that much more important). Rei probably does have a few more than Akai, because he's more exposed to the frontlines and keeps throwing himself into danger, while Akai keeps his distance. Being an archer sniper and all.

9. Fandom you're a part of that's the most well-known?

I would count the number of fics on Ao3 as a metric, but I'm pretty confident I don't need to in order to figure out it's One Piece (by a landslide).

DCMK is also massive, but I don't think it could hold a candle to OP.

This is fun, so I'll also do the other ones.

14. Fandom you keep returning to?

The fandom cycle is a strange and incomprehensible thing, but usually once something has touched my heart, I'll always return sooner or later. (Unless I age out of a fandom - I'm not a teen anymore, and it is somewhat awkward reading about them, so I don't.)

Best example for this is probably One Piece as well; I've known it since I was about 6-8 years old, and I always come back to it eventually. It's just that good. (Though I mostly return to the series and barely read fanworks, these days.)

1. What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

Depends how one defines being a part of fandom, I think.

The first fandom I can remember reading fanfic of was Yu-Gi-Oh, though odds are One Piece or OHSHC are my actual firsts.

The first fandom I owned merch of was One Piece.

The first fandom I wrote fanfic for was One Piece as well (a terrible Christmas gift fic for a friend who nevertheless enjoyed it; but I promised myself I would never again write fanfic. And now look where you got me almost a decade later, anonymous asker who I shall not name).

The first fandom I made fanart for was Disco Elysium.

2. Most recent fandom you joined?

I guess the most recent one would be Ghost Trick.

Before that, does the AkAm subfandom count? Because it doesn't really have a lot to do with the rest of the DCMK fandom.

And before that, the last one that really held me in a grasp was Disco Elysium.

That was fun, thank you for asking, mysterious not-stranger <3

#iris answers #ask meme #took me a moment to think about some of these #iris' late night ramblings

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The More Things Change. (S1 E6)

Word Count: 4233

Series Masterlist

A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

I was sketching on a blank sheet of paper, not paying much attention to the world around me as I filled the paper with seashells. Shawn and I have been swapping our papers every few minutes so I was making an effort to add mathematical and scientific information into my drawings. He just looks at me weird before he uses my notes to solve the equations. Then he adds to the drawing.

"I have graded your book reports from last Friday and after I pass them out, we'll discuss them." Our teacher said before he saw Cory looking at Shawn with a clown nose on his face. I started adding Clown Cory to my paper. "Ah, Mr. Matthews. Shall I express my usual disappointment or just ask you to guide my sleigh tonight?" Mr. Feeny looked over at the three of us with disappointment in his eyes. I shrank in my seat.

"Uh, wrong holiday, Mr. Feeny. See, Halloween's coming up and I was just test driving my clown nose." Cory explained, taking off the large red nose.

"Then I insist you stay in the driver's seat. Put the nose back on... for the rest of the morning." Was I mean? I laughed at that? "Mr. Minkus, excellent work as usual. I particularly enjoyed your haiku on Captain Ahab's obsession with the great white whale." Mr. Feeny said as he handed the small boy his book report.

"The calm blue ocean. Sun lights up the monster's eye. He sees me... whale food." He recited dramatically.

"It works on so many levels." Feeny praised him and I rolled my eyes. Give him a bigger head.

"Brown-noser." Shawn muttered.

"Troglodyte." Minkus replied. That made me mad.

"Sanctimonious twit." Minkus looked over at me with a glare, which I readily returned.

"Mr. Lewis, very good work. Mr. Matthews, not one of your better efforts. Mr. Hunter, there you are. Ms. Archer, bravo." Mr. Feeny handed our book reports back.

"Hey, this isn't fair. Rick and I both got Cs. How come you tell him he did good work and you tell me it wasn't one of my better efforts?" Cory bellowed. I swapped my paper with Shawn again.

"Would Bozo please come to the center ring? Mr. Lewis worked very hard to get his C... and I respect him for that. You, on the other hand, waste your efforts... on being the class clown." I mean, he had a point.

"How come you always pick on me, Mr. Feeny? How come you never pick on Minkus? Or Raven?" I looked up at Cory. He looked back at me and quickly turned back to our teacher.

"Have you taken a blow to the head, Mr. Matthews? Stuart Minkus gets nothing but As. If there was a letter before "A," he would get that. Ms. Archer has had perfect grades since she transferred here and she barely says three words in class." Mr. Feeny exclaimed.

"I guess that's why they get away with so much." Cory slumped away.

"And just what do they get away with?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"How come when she draws in class and goofs around with Shawn, she's allowed to but when I do it I get in trouble?" He pointed to his clown nose. Mr. Feeny did the come hither motion.

"Ms. Archer has an anxiety disorder . Extremely severe anxiety disorder by the looks of it. She also needs multiple forms of intellectual stimuli. I can condone her drawing and her 'goofing around' with Mr. Hunter because I noticed that she can get him to focus on school for more than ten seconds." Shawn looked over at me and smiled.

"Well, how come when I make paper airplanes, I get detention, and he doesn't?" I looked over at Minkus who was making a realistic paper plane. "I withdraw the question."

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I sat in front of our classroom with my chemistry book (technically Jazmyne's old book) open on my lap as the seconds ticked by on the clock just above me. I jumped when I felt something poke my back. "Hello, my little ray of Sunshine." Shawn pulled me up and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Hi Puppy. How was detention?"

"Boring. Thanks for this though." He held up my periodic table, which he coloured in with my coloured pencils.

"No problem." I replied as he hugged me and continued to read over my shoulder.

"You guys are gross." Cory said exiting the class. He looked between Shawn and I. "You guys waited for me?"

"Am I not your best friend?" Shawn said coolly. I rolled my eyes.

"You had detention, too, didn't you?" Cory smiled, knowingly.

"Oh, yeah. Mrs. Engles nailed him. How'd you get detention in art?" I asked, picking up my stuff off the floor.

Shawn lifted me off the ground, spinning me. "Well, that's what makes me one of the greats." Cory looked so sick with us.

"It's what makes you a dingus!" I poked him as he put me down.

"You two make me sick." Cory groaned in disgust. I don't know what his problem is, Shawn and I are just being friendly. It's not like we just started acting like this. This has been us since we became best friends. Shawn rolled his eyes and tossed his drink in the trash. Then he peered into it like a weirdo.

"Hey. Check this out, answers to a test." He spoke excitedly.

"We can't be looking at test answers. That's major cheating, detention for life." Cory stared in shock.

"Shawn, first of all, Eww. Second of all, put that down!" I smacked his arm repeatedly. He just kept reading the sheet. "Puppy, this will be the end of your educational life! That means no school, no field trips, no sports!"

"I can just do that at home, my field trips will be better because I can bring my bed and my TV." He bumped me with his hip.

"Do you think Jefferson or Brianna will let me speak to you if you do this?" I countered and his demeanour cracked. Good.

"The control you have over him confuses me so much." Cory whispered to me.

"These aren't for a real test. They're for that stupid lQ exam we're taking tomorrow." I let out a sigh of relief when he started to crumple it to throw it away.

"Wait a minute. Let me take a look at this. Wow. The person who knows these answers gets a perfect score." I shook my head and tried to grab it from him.

"On a test that doesn't even count for a grade. Why bother?" Shawn asked. Good!

"Are you kidding? This is my one ticket to get Feeny off my back. If Feeny thinks I'm a genius... he'll treat me just as good as he treats Minkus." I shook my head at him. I was about to say something when Shawn beat me to it.

"Hey, Cory, do yourself a favor. Crumple the paper up, throw it away in the trash. Don't complicate your life." I have no idea what got into him but I was so proud.

"I could kiss you right now!" I turned to the blue eyed boy, who had this look on his face as blush crept over his entire face. He giggled awkwardly but I turned my attention back to Cory when he began to smooth out the paper.

"You know, that makes a lot of sense... and if I was a smarter person, I'd probably listen to you... except I'm not a smarter person... But tomorrow, I'm going to be a genius." Cory smirked, I smacked upside the head. This is gonna backfire on him. You don't need to be a genius to know that.

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It was Thursday. We still hadn't heard anything about the tests yet but I know that the reason it was taking so long was all because of Cory. "I have in my hands the results of Tuesday's lQ test... and one person here deserves special mention. This person achieved not only the highest score in the class, not only the highest score in the school but a score so high as to give rise to the question... "ls there, in fact, a ceiling on human intelligence?"" I looked at our teacher in shock. He can't possibly believe that!

"Please, Mr. Feeny, you're embarrassing me." Minkus let out, confidently. The only plus about all this is that his ego gets to be knocked down a peg.

"Mr. Minkus, you technically came in third." Mr. Feeny deadpanned and the class fell silent.

"Third?" Minkus sounded dumbfounded. Serves him right.

"Uh-huh. Well, in all honesty you got tied with the second person in terms of your responses."

"As in the context of not first? Someone scored higher than I did on the lQ test?"

"That is typically how being third works." I mumbled more to myself than to anyone else.

"Oh, one blew you out of the academic water. The other demonstrated an extensive knowledge of complex mathematical inquiries as well as artistic prowess. And both of them are sitting in this room...Someone in this very classroom is a junior Kierkegaard." Mr. Feeny was preaching.

"A what?" Cory asked. I smacked my hand on my forehead.

"A great mind, Cor." I whispered boredly.

"She's correct, Mr. Matthews... just like yours. I have clearly underrated you, and I bow to your genius. Come on. Bravo." Mr. Feeny applauded and I thought he was actually buying all of this.

"It's no big thing, Mr. Feeny."

"On the contrary, Mr. Matthews, it is a big thing. It is a very big thing."

"Uh-oh." I heard Cory mumble as Shawn raised his hand.

"Mr. Hunter?" Mr. Feeny looked about as confused as the rest of us did.

"Who got the other high score?" He asked, side eyeing me slightly. But Mr. Feeny didn't say anything.

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I walked up the walkway behind Cory and Shawn. I smiled when I saw Amy, Eric and Morgan leaving the house. "Oh, hi." Amy said as the boys sprinted upstairs.

"Can't talk, mom, lots of homework. Got to go." Cory said halfway to his room.

"Yeah. What he said." Shawn yelled in agreement. I stopped to greet the three of them properly.

"Something terrible?" Amy asked as I hugged her.

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely." I replied, lifting up Morgan.

Eric grabbed me and lifted me up when I let go of Morgan. "You gonna set them straight, Pigeon?" I nodded, saluting them before I whipped off my shoes and sprinted up the stairs to see Cory in the middle of a major freak out.

"Feeny knows. Somehow he knows, and he's going to get me." He paced while I took a seat next to Shawn on one of the beds.

"You're wrong." Shawn tried, and failed, to defuse the spiraling curly haired boy.

"You think he's just sending a thank you note to my parents? "Thank you for bringing up your son. He's a genius. He's smarter than Captain Kirkaguard.""

"It's Kierkegaard, Dingus." I mumbled laying on the bed. "Besides, Mr. Feeny gave me one for Jefferson and Brianna too. Stop being dramatic." As I said that, Shawn just grabbed the letter and ripped the envelope open.

"What are you doing? That's a sealed envelope addressed to my parents. Now they're going to know I opened it." Cory exclaimed, making me sit up to stare at him.

"Cory, do your parents ever write letters to anyone?" I asked, he couldn't possibly be this dense.

"Yeah." He affirmed.

"And when they do, what do they put the letters in?" Shawn continued my thought.

"Envelopes. Just like this one." Cory caught on.

"So we could read the note." Shawn started leaving room for Cory to jump in.

"And seal it back up in a new white envelope. Ha! I love how we think. What's it say?" Cory finished excitedly.

"Uh-oh. He's bringing in the S.E.A." Shawn read, but I knew he was lying just to mess with Cory.

"What?" Cory looked baffled.

"The State Education Authority." Shawn answered. He's a good actor. Mischievous and sneaky but good.

"They have special field agents who handle intelligence fraud." I joined in. I buried my face in the crook of Shawn's neck. I knew if I looked at Cory, I'd bust a gut.

"I'm cooked! I'm cooked, Shawn! For the first time in my life, I'm in real trouble. Raven, you're smart! Help me out here! I'm cooked!" Cory started pacing frantically.

"Not if we're making all this up." Shawn said tauntingly.

"Are you?" Cory asked hopefully.

"No." Shawn snatched all hope away from him.

"I'm cooked!" Cory screamed.

"Relax, of course I'm making it up. He just wants to talk to your parents." Shawn said while I was clutching my side, nearly rolling off the bed in a fit of laughter.

"What if he tells them he doesn't think I'm a genius?" Cory whined.

"Who cares if Feeny doesn't think you're brilliant? As long as the test says so." Shawn waved it off. I rolled my eyes, about to tell them that was wrong but when did that ever stop them?

"But I'm not, and my parents know I'm not." Cory sighed heavily.

"Then you'll have to make them think you are." Shawn said, smirking back at Cory.

"How do I do that?" Cory asked, watching as Shawn turned to me, then back to him.

"Get with the program, Cory. It's Halloween, and this year you're going as a genius. Now," Shawn turned to me and smiled brightly. "Sunshine, what do you have in your magic bag that can help Cory?" He asked all wide eyed.

"Absolutely nothing because this is going to blow up in his face." I pointed at Cory.

"Come on, Ray. You know nobody's smarter than you." Shawn moved closer to me and Cory leaned away, starting to get grossed out.

"A lot of people are smarter than me and all of them say this is a bad idea." I countered.

"Please." Shawn moved even closer and Cory stared wide eyed. "Help us, Rae Wan Kenobi. You're our only hope." Shawn put his forehead on mine and I felt myself smiling like an idiot.

"I..." I started, ready to flat out deny them both but they both sat in front of me giving me puppy stares. "....I have a Beethoven CD in my bag." They both looked at me like I was a weirdo. "I can let you boys deal with this on your own."

"You wouldn't do that, you love us too much." Cory exclaimed, pulling me in for a hug before he fell onto the bed.

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"I'm home." I said as I removed my shoes and ran into the living room, where Jefferson and Adam were sitting on the couch as Rochelle, Brianna, Jazmyne, Tamara and Mariah sat on the floor doing one another's hair. I hung up my coat, noticing some boxes from the attic were seated by the stairs.

"It's little Vinny! Hi, kid." Adam seemed happy as Jefferson got up so I could sit. He took a seat on his lazy boy. I waved at all of them. That's when Jefferson noticed the envelope in my hand.

"Uh oh, Rae Rae got a letter for us." Jefferson said teasingly as he read it. "Well, well, well...Rae -over here- 's teacher has some concerns. I stared wide eyed. I never got in trouble with Mr. Feeny before.

Brianna looked about as panicked as I felt. "Pardon me?" She asked in a way that wasn't really asking.

"Well apparently, A Mr. George Feeny is concerned with her class work due to a test they did on Tuesday." Jefferson explained. I could feel my stomach begging to get tight until I remembered that we didn't do any real tests on Tuesday. Just the IQ test.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"What? Does she need help? I can tutor her if she'd like?" Tamara offered, looking worried. Jazmyne didn't. I assume it's because her father liked to mess with people similar to what Shawn did to Cory earlier.

"According to Mr. Feeny: Raven-Anniya Amberhide is an incredible and highly gifted student. Though she struggles with severe anxiety, she still manages to be at the top of her class with ease and without much hesitation. My only worry is that this class may be too simple for a student of her intellect.

Typically, an IQ such as her could be cause for an advanced student placement, however given that she does suffer from anxiety and seems the most secure and comfortable when immersed in conversations with Cory A. Matthews and Shawn P. Hunter, I've advised the school to not separate them.

You should be very proud." Jefferson recited clearly.

"So...What'd she get?" Jazmyne asked. I could see her buzzing with excitement and it must've been contagious.

"187! She has an IQ of 187!" Brianna boasted once she read the letter herself. She was so happy she practically suffocated me.

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I wasn't surprised when Cory was complaining about this whole situation. He had a good heart. He can't lie to people he cares about.

"Shawn, this whole thing is getting out of hand." He looked so sad. I simply rested my head on Cory's shoulder.

"Relax. Everybody thinks you're brilliant. You should enjoy it." Shawn said nonchalantly. He peered down at my sketchbook whilst I was drawing.

"When it was just Feeny, I could enjoy it. But now my parents are involved, and I don't like lying to them." Cory mumbled.

"You don't?" Shawn looked up in confusion. Cory simply shook his head. "'Cause it gives me a little rush. Besides, you didn't tell them you were a genius, Feeny did." I looked up at them like they were crazy.

"And I didn't tell Feeny I'm a genius." Cory smiled and I knew my boys were gonna start ping ponging off each other.

"The test did. And you didn't ask to take the test." Shawn said.

"They gave it to me. And you wouldn't have even seen the answers..." Cory went, get lost on his train of thought.

"If they didn't give us..." Shawn caught on instantly.

"Detention." They said together.

"We're innocent victims." Shawn smiled proudly.

"Nothing we do is actually our fault." Cory sounded like he was having an epiphany.

"It's good to be kids." Shawn held his hand out and Cory gave him a very loud high five. I smiled at them. They're such lovable nimrods.

"I don't get it." Minkus spoke, petulantly.

"What?" Shawn didn't have any form of patience in his tone.

"If you're smarter than I am... how come you're always trying to copy from my paper?" Minkus asked, which caused Cory to stammer.

"He's not copying, Minkus. He's just glancing over to admire... the work of a fellow genius." I jumped in, internally berating myself for getting further involved in this.

"You are?" Minkus asked Cory.

"He is." Shawn nodded in agreement.

"I am." Cory smiled stiffly.

"Oh, well, that's oK. In fact, from now on I'll kind of tip my test papers up so you can admire the answers even easier." Minkus said with a plastered smile on his face.

"Would you do that?" Cory asked, causing me to shake my head.

"No." The blond says and walks away.

"Genius envy." Shawn reasoned before looking over at me. "Where'd you come up with that lie?" He asked before the bell rang and Mr. Feeny walked in with a tall Asian woman.

"Class, this is Miss Chin. She'll be with you for the first half hour... while I have a word with Mr. Matthews." Mr. Feeny said. The class 'ohh ed' as Cory walked out of the room.

"Tell my mom I went out like a man." The curly haired boy said as Miss Chin told the class to take out our workbooks and complete lessons 8 through 12. I had already finished the chapter so I turned to Shawn.

"Five minutes before I hand in my tests, I look to see where everyone else is." I admitted and went into my sketchbook, doodling until Mr. Feeny came back. Cory walked into the class and slumped into his seat. I could see the little pout he had on his face and decided to move my seat and help him with his work. I chuckled when he passed a note to the blue eyed boy and turned back to his work. When he was finished I turned to help Shawn.

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"OK, we're here. What's the big emergency?" Shawn asked when we entered the room. We didn't expect Cory to start shooting us. Shawn pushed me behind the desk before he almost went through the window. "Hey! What are you trying to do, kill us?" Shawn exclaimed, pushing me behind him in case Cory tried to shoot us again.

"Kill you? I'll tell you about killed? How about what you did to me?" Cory whined.

"What'd we do?" I asked. This better not be about the stupid IQ test.

"Where are you spending your next recess? Playground? Shooting hoops? Playing ball? Drooling over Raven-Anniya?" Well, that last one was a little out of left field but alright.

"So?" Shawn completely ignored the last one.

"So let me tell you what I'm doing. I'm searching for Bobby Fischer!" Cory screamed.

"That's such a good movie." I muttered. I saw the two of them look at me like I was nuts. "...I like Joe Mantenga and Lawrence Fishburn." I shrank back behind Shawn.

"What are you talking about?"

"Geniuses go to a special school. Did you know that? You killed me. I'm going to be in a class full of Minkuses. Wait a minute. What am I talking about? These kids make Minkus look like Fabio."

"Wait a minute. They're putting you in another school?" Shawn looked back at me. He looked at me like I was leaving too.

"Yes. The lady is going to be here in a half an hour and they're going to give me another genius test and then they're going to take me away. So I just called you up to say good-bye. Or as geniuses say, good-bye in Latin."

"You do realize that this is your fault, right? Shawn and I told you to put the answer sheet back in the garbage and your exact words were 'You know, that makes a lot of sense... and if I was a smarter person, I'd probably listen to you... except I'm not a smarter person... But tomorrow, I'm going to be a genius' remember? So please tell me how we killed you?" I said.

"You're the smart one! Why didn't you tell me that geniuses get sent to genius school?" Cory bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at me. I smacked it.

"Because they don't. Mr. Feeny probably suggested it to catch you in your lie." I shrugged.

"Well, they're coming to send me to the fancy school so I guess his plan failed!" Cory whined.

"Hey, idiot." Shawn spoke.

"What?" Cory mumbled.

"Are you a genius?" The blue eyed boy asked.

"No." The brown eyed boy answered.

"Do you have the answers to this test?" The brown haired boy asked.

"No." The curly haired boy responded.

"You kind of see where he's going with this?" I say, leaning towards Cory.

"You want me to throw the test?" Cory looked between the two of us.

"Oh, no, no. I want you to take the test to the best of your ability. And no guessing. I wouldn't want you to stumble onto a right answer." Shawn said as he pulled me towards the door.

"Vale, Cornelius!" I screamed as Shawn pulled me down the stairs. "Bye, Matthews!"

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I linked up with Eli and Mariah just around the corner of Cory's street. Mariah was a princess and Elijah was a vampire. We were waiting for Cory and Shawn to get here. Which is weird because we were on Cory's street.

"Boo!" I heard someone scream behind me as I was lifted off the ground.

I smacked Shawn in the arm as Cory approached with a goblin mask. He looked over at my pseudo cousins. "Cor, this is Elijah and Mariah. Mariah is just hearing impaired, she can hear you." I say quickly as they all shake hands.

Jefferson was standing by a lamppost dressed as a mad scientist. "Looks like you guys are all here, so how about a nice Halloween picture before you go torture your teacher?" It was a unanimous yes. The flash was quick and blinding. Tonight was already getting chaotic.

We were about to walk up to Mr. Feeny's house when we noticed him running to Cory's. "This is gonna be good." Mariah whispered. I took her hand.

Cory rang the doorbell and the boys pulled down their masks. I hoped my make was enough of a disguise. "Trick or treat!" We all said and much to our joy, Mr. Feeny answered the door.

"The candy's on its way." He replied, not recognizing anyone.

"Hey, aren't you that Feeny guy from school?" Shawn said looking up at our teacher. That was Elijah's signal.

"I'm Mr. Feeny, yes."

Eli took a step forward. "My brother's friend Cory Matthews said I'm going to have you as a teacher next year. He said you're the best teacher in the whole school." He crushed it!

"Oh, please, Mr. Matthews. I wasn't born yesterda..." he lifted up the mask to reveal that it was in fact not Cory. "I'm terribly sorry. Happy Halloween. Here, have a ruler. Have all the rulers." I suppressed my laughter as he dumped all his 'treats' into Eli's bag.

When Amy called Mr. Feeny from the kitchen, he smiled awkwardly at us and ran away. "And they say I'm not a genius!" Cory laughed proudly after removing his mask.

"So, Frankenstein? Where's the big candy bar house on this street?" Mariah asked, looking up at Shawn.

He pushed me forward. "Our Dragon Queen usually leads." And with that we s made our way from house to house getting so much candy we'd be sick for a week!

I love Halloween!

#black reader #black oc #boy meets world #shawn hunter x oc

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