#these fellows reactions to foolishness are the best

[judgingskeletons]

Thanks for the tag!!

Lots of fusion in that top fellow: singular hand and foot bones, some merging of the arms bones and leg bones, the mandible looks just about fused to the rest of the skull. Fellow's got too few ribs. Decent femurs though 5/10 Sure is made of bones!

You're right about the lower fellow's spine, there's too much of it! Also too few ribs. Their clavicles looks fused to their sternum and join it a bit low. Nice skull, can even see some decently accurate looking sutures. Generally good bone shapes. The sacrum's got no holes in it :(. Not gonna judge the carpals though, got a headache 7/10 Love this fellow, always happy to see them <3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hmm I wonder if Crowley and the school staff, Riddle, Dence, Ruggie, Azul, Jamil, Epel, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Sliver and Sebek found out that some certain people skipped the school and went to the amusement park? Also how would they react?

I’d imagine they'd mostly have the pretty normal and expected initial reaction of being shocked that the others snuck out on a school night to a sketchy theme park and managed to come back from a human trafficking operation in one piece. To give a little more detail to each:

Riddle would collar Trey, Cater, and Ace, then lecture them for breaking various school rules, putting themselves in danger, disobeying his command to not sneak out and skip school, etc. He especially lays into the seniors for "not setting a proper example" for the Heartslabyul students.

Deuce awkwardly stands off to the side and watches as they get berated, occasionally nodding and going, "That's right!" in response to their dorm leader. (Ace gets annoyed and tells Deuce off, probably saying something like, "Don't act like YOU weren't interested in going earlier, dummy!")

Ruggie wails about how he would've enjoyed hanging out at a place that offers free everything. He makes jokes to cope with the situation, like poking fun at how the "straight-laced" Jack has a rebellious streak and how Leona's soooo responsible and selfless for chasing after his juniors. Ruggie also jokes about how he's glad his walking wallet "best" employer Leona-san made it back safely... and hey, he wouldn't have happened to have brought back a souvenir for his ever-so loyal hench-hyena, would he?

Azul tries to present as cool and uncaring to the twins; he tells them that if they fucked up and lost their autonomy because of their poor decisions and giving into their curiosity... well, that's their bad and they deserve the consequences of their actions. Jade and Floyd pal around with him, draping themselves over his shoulders and teasing him about how "It's okaaay, just admit that you missed us, admit that you were worried!" Deep down, Azul really was (but he'll never say that out loud and let the twins have an upper hand over him).

Jamil has a fucking heart attack knowing just how close he was to a dead and/or missing Kalim. Not because he cares or anything, but because his own ass would be grass if anything happened to Kalim. Jamil looks him over like five times to make sure not a hair on his head is harmed (all while Kalim is laughing, reassuring Jamil that he's fine, and telling him stories about all the fun times he had at Playful Land). When Kalim starts to suggest inviting Fellow and Gidel to their next banquet, Jamil silences him with a firm, "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!"

Rook waxes poetic about how he's so relieved that their beautiful Vil has returned to them. He'll faithfully fetch Vil whatever he needs to rest and recover from such a heart-pounding adventure!

Epel grumbles about how he wishes he could have gone too ("'N shown those puppets what fer!!"), only to get bonked and told off by his dorm leader. (Ace will tell him stories later, which makes Epel super envious.)

Idia tells Ortho that "touching grass" does them no good, it only brings misery and suffering like what he went through at Playful Land! The worry dies down and is replaced with keen interest the more Ortho tells him about the island's operations. They have a jammer that prevented Ortho's normal functions from working? Idia takes it as a personal challenge--who do they think they are, trying to trump this genius inventor? He'll show them what he's made of by powering up his little brother!

Sebek loudly insists they need to go and dismantle the shadowy organization responsible for attempting something so foolish as to entrap and sell THE Lilia Vanrouge off! Who do they think they are?! Man's absolutely appalled and enraged but also choking back tears at what he perceives is Lilia's nobility, so willing to throw himself into the heat of battle to save others!! Sebek tells Ace he should be "grateful" that Lilia saw it fit to save "such a pathetic lot of humans" from absolute destruction.

Silver frets over his father, but he's ultimately proud of him for acting the role of a reliable senpai and looking out for his underclassmen. (This is the reason he assumes for Lilia going to the shady park.) And, of course, he's glad to have his father back home with him. He insists on looking after him the day of his return, saying that Lilia has gone through a lot lately--and as the triumphant hero, he deserves to relax!

Malleus isn't worried about Lilia (he knows that Lilia can handle himself just fine) so much as he's disappointed that he wasn't invited to go along. He's curious about all that Lilia experienced in Playful Land and listens to his tales with wide eyes. Malleus is not really paying attention to the dangers present (after all, he is confident he could blow it all away if it dares to encroach on his autonomy). Lilia laughs and says they should take a trip to another amusement park sometime.

The staff would be collectively sad that their students would act out like they have. This is especially true of Trein, who is more disappointed than mad. He chastises the boys in a way that makes you feel bad for making like... a grandfather upset. He wonders if he has somehow mentored his students incorrectly or instilled the wrong values in them.

Crewel expresses his disappointment in a different way. He's harsher with his students: "Since you bad boys thought it fit to skip Crewel-sama's lecture, you must have already mastered the materials. Pencils out for a pop quiz!" That's his tough love out on full display, stemming from the desire to ensure that his students can survive on their own out there in the cruel wide world.

Vargas tries to not linger on the negative feelings for too long. He'll encourage the boys to get back on their feet and moving. Movement means more blood circulation, and less of a reminder of the stiff puppets the kids almost turned out to be. Vargas never vocalizes his intentions for fear that him having a negative outlook might influence his students. So instead, he wears a grin and belts out a hearty laugh to keep their spirits high.

Sam will listen to his customers' woes, just as any good shopkeep would! There's a lot of useful information to pick apart from the people who drift in. A strange business like Playful Land? It piques Sam's interest in the mysterious and the unknown--he's delighted with such fantastical tales, and invites his customers to tell more. Sam's always here to lend an ear! And hey, if you get thirsty from all the gabbing, why not buy a drink from the Mystery Shop since you're already there? :)

Crowley wipes his brow and sighs in relief... What could have been a massive PR nightmare was just narrowly avoided!! (He still crows at the students that snuck off though, since he's suuuuuch a caring instructor that deeply cares about their education!!)

[zozo-01]

"my daddy gone for the weekend, so saturday baby we can get to freakin'."

It's here! After four-ish months, the smut is done! It took everything from me but I'm super proud of how this turned out! A huge shoutout to @dominimoonbeam for giving my the original idea, and my sincerest gratitude to everyone whom I lamented to, especially @gingerbreadmonsters, @lovelylonerliterature and @cashandprizes for making sure I wasn't making a fool of myself!

CW: University AU, David is a Business Major, Darlin' is a Poli Sci Major, No Angel and Sam AU, Unresolved Sexual Tension, leading to, Resolved Sexual Tension, they are stupid and in love, Top/Bottom Roles, First Time, Loss of Virginity, its david he's the virgin, Oral Sex, Riding, Grinding, david is a praise whore, they are horny young adults, Gender-Neutral Darlin', Jealousy, Angst and Fluff and Smut, David Shaw is Bad at Feelings, so is darlin', author is incapable of not being emotional, Minors Do Not Interact!!!!

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There wasn't a moment that went by where he didn't think of Darlin' promise. Even if he tried, the piercing on his tongue was a physical reminder that he couldn't get rid of.

Well, he technically could. Didn't mean he wanted to.

It was odd having a piercing at first, especially in such a weird place. He had to stop himself from playing with the piercing and pulling it out. While he would love to have Darlin' in his lap again to re-pierce his tongue, the pain was absolutely not worth it.

The reactions he got once he showed it off, on the other hand, were extremely worth it. No one could believe that goody-two-shoes David would get a piercing. A tongue piercing of all things. Milo and Asher had a ball when they found it, and they lost it when David revealed it was Darlin' who did it for him.

–

"I know Darlin' is into 'bad boys', but I never thought you would change for them," Asher cackled while lying upside down on his couch. 

David knew that this was a mistake. He should have kept that part a little secret, but no. He falsely assumed that his best friends would have been mature about it. He'd been a fool to put trust in those two. 

Milo, to his credit, didn't fall onto the floor laughing the way Asher did, but even he couldn't stop himself from teasing the larger wolf. "Next thing ya know, he's pullin' up with a damn sleeve like that one guy they brought-" He cut himself off to narrowly miss the pillow David threw. "Hey! Watch where you're throwin' big guy!"

Ignoring Milo, David sat beside Asher on the couch, putting his head in his hands out of frustration. Sure, Darlin' had a specific type of people that they liked, the unsavoury the better according to them. And sure, he couldn't help but compare himself to their past partners. But that didn't mean he didn't want to change himself for them! He had a well-adjusted head on his shoulders, and he knows it's foolish to change yourself for a person.

But if it did make Darlin' like him…

A soft flick to his forehead brought him out of his thoughts. Looking up at his friends, he saw his fellow pack members looking at him with what he could describe as an "are you stupid" look.

"Look we get it," Asher spoke up, moving into his role as voice of reason. "You like them, and I mean this in the best way, you don't look like their type. I know you're smarter than to change your whole self for one person, but seriously. If they don't like you now, they won't like you when you're closer to 'their type.'"

"Besides," Milo added while sitting next to David. "All this is assumin' that they don't like you. Who knows big man, maybe they do."

(Milo tried not to give too much away, for fear of his own life, but come on! Seeing David slumped over like a puppy made him feel bad for the man. It's even worse knowing that Darlin' does like him, but both of them are so emotionally inept that it will take the world ending for them to confess, and even then, one of them will be convinced that the other doesn't really love them. If he has to spend another minute hearing Darlin' lamenting about how David is too good for him, then he'll find a telepath to share their thoughts with each other.)

(And the worst part is that even that might not be enough to break this stalemate.)

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David eyed the clock in his living room while vacuuming the floor. They would be here in about an hour, and knowing them, they'd probably arrive even earlier than that. All the more reason for him to finish cleaning the house as soon as humanly possible. Lucky for him, he wasn't exactly human.

He, in his naivety, decided to take some political science courses that semester. It made sense, nothing goes better together than politics and business, and with the way his professors stressed the connections between the two fields, it was only a matter of time before David wanted to learn more. He's already required to learn about corporate-related laws. Why not learn all the other types of laws? 

The answer to that question is that political science was a dreadful field of study, filled with jargon and old men with pessimistic views of the world. David had always been a numbers guy, and now you're telling him that he had to write essays? The absolute sheer horror.

There were some bright sides, though. Not as bright as their smile, let's not get ahead of ourselves. He sighed, mind eternally consumed with their being and he wouldn't have it any other way.

After seeing his struggle to write down a coherent thought without going on a tangent, Darlin' decided to help his poor soul to write his final paper for their public policy class. It was no issue, they insisted, having already finished their essay a week in advance. When they put their mind to it, Darlin' could do anything. It was what he admired most about them.

The doorbell rang, cutting off David's thoughts. He looked over the room one last time and with a satisfied hum, he walked over to the door.

Behind the door stood Darlin', a dazzling smile on their lips and food in their hands. "With Gabe out of town, I had a feeling that you haven't had good food in a hot minute." Walking right in and going straight to the kitchen, they put the styrofoam box on the dining table. 

He closed the door and followed them, mouth-watering and stomach rumbling at the smell of the shawarma platter on the table. They were right in assuming that he hadn't eaten much since his father left for his work trip. Gabe did make a large batch of food so that he didn't rely solely on fast food. Yet even after taking into account his large appetite, David was out of food within a few days. And fast food couldn't dare compete with his father's cooking.

"Yeah, well he should've made more for me." he joked, taking his school bag and sitting on the couch. "Seriously, thank you for helping me out with the essay, you're a god send."

"It's no biggie, Davey," they replied, sitting right beside him and taking out their notes. "Essays like these ain't that hard once you do a couple of them," Darlin' smirked and he already knew that they were preparing to tease him. "I know that's too much thinking for our little business major-"

David didn't give them a chance to continue, tackling them onto the couch. With a pillow in his hands, he smothered their face with enough pressure to keep their mouth closed without suffocating them.

"Alright, you little shit, if you're done making fun of me, how about we get back to this goddamn essay." An eye roll and nod were what he needed to back off, taking the pillow off of their face. But still straddling their hips, he refused to move unless Darlin' asked him to.

There was a moment where they locked eyes. His heart was beating faster as he hoped that maybe they wanted this as much as he did. Maybe he can delude himself into thinking that there was want and lust in Darlin's eyes. Though it was more likely that their eyes were only a reflection of what he desired.

He snapped back to reality when Darlin' cleared their throat. "Can't really help you with your essay from down here, David," they chuckled nervously. He nodded, taking that as his cue to reluctantly get off of them. He grabbed his laptop, opening up his readings for this essay.

Darlin' opened up their essay, and he saw the different coloured highlights on the document. Probably the different parts and ideas he needs to cover for his assignment. "When you do a public policy essay, you need to analyze it based on the goals of the policy, instruments used to enact it and the setting it's used in…"

It was a lot of information to take in, the jargon and language didn't make it any easier to understand what the fuck was being said. Seriously, why do you need ten different terms to describe the same phenomenon? At least the business jargon didn't do that, it only had five different names for the same thing.

Whenever David felt like he couldn't continue, too tired to come up with more ideas to write down, he would take a sneaky look at Darlin'. Eyes lighting up and mouth spilling out a plethora of ideas of how to make the world better, it was clear why they were the right fit for this program. A part of them was determined to help everyone, from the broken to the damn. If they could even save one person, alter their life to make a positive impact, then they would do anything to make it happen.

The problem arose when Darlin' would try to save those who didn't ask for it, or worse, those who would take advantage of it. Bless their bleeding heart, but they were incapable of turning away a lost cause. "I was a lost cause once, so who the fuck am I to turn someone away from my door," they would say to anyone who would raise their concerns. David could recall every single time that Gabe and their parents would have to stop them from being a self-sacrificial martyr, and yet when Darlin' found something or someone to save, there was no stopping them.

And even though he knows that Darlin' is a grown adult who can take care of themselves, that doesn't stop the need to keep them safe. Preferably with him. So if someone who was taking advantage of their kindness turned the corner and left with a broken nose, then he's not saying that he did it. Not always, at least.

After all this introspection about Darlin', his feelings for them and this free speech policy, David put his final thoughts onto his page. Five hours and one thousand, five hundred and fifty-five words later, he was done with this godforsaken essay. Yippee for him, someone should plan him a parade!

Darlin' took a quick look over the essay for any logical and grammatical errors. They gave him the all-clear and he was on his way to hand in the essay. He was so focused on giving in his assignment that he didn't notice Darlin' getting up to grab the shawarma platter.

"Here," they said, sitting next to him and offering the platter to him, "you need all the food you can get." Darlin' didn't wait for a response before placing the food in his lap before turning back to do some more work.

He quietly ate his food, not wanting to break Darlin's concentration on whatever extra assignments they had to do. Their furrowed brows and jutted lip was endearing to him, just wanted to kiss their pout away.

"That reminds me!" They exclaimed, looking back at him, eyes shifting between his mouth and eyes. "How did your piercing heal? I'm thinking nothing went wrong if you haven't called me about anything?" The elephant in the room, or at least for him, was finally being addressed.

"Yeah, it's been great! I really like how it turned out." It was true, never in his life did he think that he'd be the piercing type. He knows that corporate culture was very finicky about what is and isn't appropriate, and he'd never been interested in any kind of body modification. But this piercing was the gateway drug into him exploring the various different ways he can express himself. Maybe he'll get that tattoo sleeve he's been eyeing on the internet? Or a couple of snake bites? (Didn't the last guy have those?)

But as long as Darlin' was next to him, helping him along the journey of self-expression, then bring on any challenge and needles that may come his way!

Scooching a little closer to them and putting a hand over theirs, his eyes softened as his voice became more genuine. "You did an amazing job, Darlin'. Thank you for doing it for me." 

They cleared their throat and looked into their lap. "Ahh, you know, it's no big deal, I'm just glad I can help." It was cute seeing the normally cool and confident Darlin' crumbling at the sound of genuine praise. The small and shy smile was all he needed, the satisfaction that he had the same effect on them that they did on him.

He tensed up when they leaned closer, their hand holding his shoulder as they used it as support. "Can I take a look, David? Just to make sure nothing's at risk of anything." They only moved when he nodded, hand moving from his shoulder to cupping his jaw.

David opened his mouth, all of a sudden conscious of any food that might be stuck in between his teeth or metal piercing. He hoped there was nothing left behind, internally cringing at the gross sight. Luckily for him, they didn't seem to be taken aback by anything in his mouth.

They hummed in approval, letting go of his chin and walked to the kitchen. "It looks good. No infection and little scarring, and you seem to be getting used to it." They grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, handing one to David and uncapping their own.

He took a few sips of his water, swishing it around to get rid of any extra food scraps in his mouth. Even if they didn't say anything, it didn't hurt to make extra sure in case they wanted to kiss him.

As that thought went through his head, his blood went hot. The thought of kissing him reminded him of the promise they made him. That they would let him test out, for lack of confidence to call it what it was, with them. Palms sweaty and knees weak, he debated on whether or not he should remind them.

On one hand, if they dismiss him, this could be the most embarrassing moment of his life. He's always wanted to move to Alaska, they have beautiful weather during this time of year.

Or… he'll get to sleep with Darlin'… even something more.

(At this point, the opportunity cost of each scenario was going through his brain. Trying to find the tradeoff value as well as the line of best fit in order to benefit both himself and Darlin'. If this doesn't make sense, then congratulations on not having the displeasure to take any Introductory to Economics class.)

"Do you remember what I said when I gave you that piercing?" they asked with caution, using the tone they use when they're ready to pull away from a conversation if they don't like his answer. It was frustrating, knowing that they were creating an exit plan without letting him give his answer. But all he could do was reassure them that he wouldn't leave, and he hoped in return, they promise the same.

Calming his beating heart, he replied to Darlin's question. "Yeah, what about it?" He hoped that his even tone didn't give away how desperate he was, borderline ready to throw himself at their feet and beg for their attention.

"Well…" They folded their arms around their back as their voice went deeper. "Do you want to test it out?" He wondered if their lack of shyness or embarrassment was a testament to how much they did not care. His stomach dropped at the thought of them only seeing this as a means of getting off. 

But it's better to have fucked than to never be loved at all, or something like that.

He crossed his arms, hoping that they could guard his fragile heart. "I'm down for it if you are," he stated without the overbearing emotion that had his heart in a vice grip. His stomach dropped into the abyss and the pressure building in his head had him questioning how long he could keep this facade up. 

David had never met someone so willing to throw themselves into any situation the same way that Darlin' does. A certain confidence and apathy guided and protected them going through their life, and he wonders if this was another example of it. If only he could hold himself high above the clouds the way they do.

He stood his ground with stiff muscles while watching Darlin' saunter on over to him. The smell of cigarette smoke and coconut engulfed his senses (was he also smelling mangos?), leaving him no choice but to hyper-focus on them. He watched as they put a hand on his waist, light to the touch and with caution in their eyes. Always waiting for the nod to continue.

"Can I continue, David?" they asked with the care they seldom reserved for themself. It was frustrating to watch them wear their heart down till there was no love left for them.

He nodded his head, breathing heavily and mentally begging them to do more, but they stood still. A nod was simply not a good enough answer for Darlin'. 

They tilted his head with their hand, looking straight into his eyes. "Words, Davey. I ain't moving till you say the magic word," they purred. It was all the encouragement he needed to let out a breathless 'yes' for their hand to pull him closer by his neck into a kiss.

It was painfully soft, not due to lack of passion, but because Darlin' was still treating him like a porcelain doll. He hated it, absolutely despised the fact that he wasn't being treated like the other people he'd seen them kiss. He didn't want to be special, he wanted to be treated like everyone else. 

(Scared and anxious is how Darlin' went through life. If an action wasn't thought through entirely, then it wasn't worth taking. They still weren't sure if David wanted to kiss them because he liked them or for other reasons, like wanting the brag about fucking them. Whatever his reason may be, they still wanted to test the waters with him. It was better to be safe than sorry, and with him, they wanted to keep him as safe as possible.)

(He isn't like the other people they kissed. He's so much more and they hope it won't break either of them in the long term.)

He followed their lips as they pulled away from him, desperation filling his body for their kiss, worsened by the sweet scent around him. He was scared that maybe they were coming to their senses and that he'd lose his only chance to kiss them.

Lust and love took control of his body and he pulled Darlin' back into him. He sighed when their lips touched his, smirking at the surprised whine that they let out. Wrapping his arm around their waist and a hand on their back, he was going to make sure they'd never leave him again.

He pushed Darlin’ against the pool table, hands on either side of their body, leaning in until his lips were barely touching theirs. Darlin's eyes grew wide as he closed in on them, stopping only when they were a breath apart. Their bravado slowly fell apart, breath quickening with each passing moment. As fun as their teasing was, David couldn't help but enjoy how he'd managed to turn the tables, even if only for a brief moment. 

Darlin' snapped out of their daze, hands beginning to wander once they regained their bearings. They started at his hips, moving up his sides before pressing warm palms against even warmer skin. They paid close attention to what made his breath hitch, their eyes seeming to commit everything to memory. He hoped it wasn't in vain. 

Adjusting their hands, they used their thumbs to press against his nipples experimentally, enjoying the groan their touch pulled from deep in his throat. He pressed them harder into the table as a breathless laugh escaped them. 

"How about a nipple piercing the next time? Play your cards right and I might be nice and do them both," they said with a smile and a playful gleam in their eyes.

David chuckled, with his eyes darkening. He leaned in, hovering his lips over their ear. “Maybe, but right now I want to test out another piercing.” He licked the shell of their ear, blowing on it to make them shiver. He adored the way their body opened up against him, leaning their head back to expose more of them to his mercy.

He kissed their lips, soft and playful, wanting to get them back for earlier. They gave him a warning growl, giving him a chance to kiss them properly and end this game. David didn't hedge, instead teasing them with another peck that had another growl tearing from their throat. 

His amusement was short-lived when he felt a hand around his neck, squeezing firmly and pulling him in close. His head spun deliciously the longer they deprived him of the ability to breathe.

David leaned back, looking at them with pleading eyes. Being choked was never a kink he thought he would have, but he hopes Darlin’ keeps their hands on his neck for the rest of the night. They tilted his head to the side with the hand on his chin, like they were inspecting something. The air was thick under their suffocating gaze, and David felt the wind knocked out of him. The way their eyes were locked on had him wondering what they were looking for. Maybe they were looking for any sign that the piercing may have infected him.

 He swallowed, a stupid thought running through his head. Maybe they were looking for any sign that anyone else left a mark on him? He had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. Do they really think David would fuck around with other people, especially when he finally had the chance to be marked by him? And even if he did, he would never let them mark his neck.

That honour was reserved for them, and them alone.

With a stern tone, Darlin’ asked David, “Are you going to keep fucking around, or are you going to kiss me properly?” He had no choice but to nod his head, completely enamoured with their voice.

They smirk, their grip on his throat loosening as their fingers slowly trace a path to the back of his neck to settle there instead. Then they pushed, forcing him closer until their lips were pressed against his ear. 

“Good boy, David.” 

The sound went through his ears and shot straight down to his cock.

Huh, for someone who’s as much of a control freak as he is, he’s surprised that he would relinquish control to Darlin’ that quickly. He’s even more surprised that it feels good to not be in control for once in his life.

“Mmmm, my oh my, what sharp teeth you have Mr. Shaw,” they purred, crashing their mouth onto his, running their tongue over his canines and sucking on his piercing. There wasn’t much David could do except groaning, too overwhelmed with the sensations he was feeling. “Whatever would you do with them?” Their alluring eyes and shit-eating grin rekindled the fire within him to get back at them.

This was it. This was David's chance to finally get back at Darlin' for every heated glance and flirty remark they had subjected him to over the years. Memories of every fleeting touch and teasing uptick of perfect lips spurred him on in his goal of returning the favour to them tenfold.

(Part of David also wanted to get back at Darlin’ for making him fall in love with them. For raising his hopes whenever they gave him their adoration and genuine smiles only to take someone else to their bed. It was stupid and selfish and childish but he didn’t care. He wanted them and this was the closest way to have them.) 

(If only he knew that they loved him as much as he did them. If only they would bare their hearts to each other, being honest to themselves and their desires for once in their lives.)

Trying to gain back some control and doing what he thought would make them feel good, he grabbed their ass and moved their hips against his. His pants were getting tighter with every moan that left their mouth. It was pure music to his ears and he was determined to draw out more sounds from them. He grabbed their thighs and picked them up, placing them on the pool table. 

He chuckled when Darlin’ let out a surprised yelp and continued to grind into their crotch. “You like my teeth, beautiful? Want to see what I can do with them?” 

He bared his teeth against their skin, making sure they could feel each one of his teeth and that the mark left behind would stay for the rest of their shared lives. Their enthusiastic nods were enough to give him the confidence needed to leave their lips and kiss other areas of their body.

He kissed down from their jaw to their neck, leaving soft kisses and sucking on their skin. Darlin’ shuddered and sighed, burying their fingers in his hair. Relishing the reaction that he was getting from them, he gently bit their neck. It wasn’t enough to bruise, but it was pleasurable if Darlin’s increased volume was anything to go by. Darlin' pulled him closer, moaning and whispering in his ear, “Oh, you can be rougher than that, sugar.” 

There was just one small issue.

He didn’t know how.

For all of his cockiness and initiative that he took tonight, it didn’t change the fact that he was a virgin and this was the most he'd ever fooled around with another person.

It wasn’t like David was actively avoiding sex, he just never found the time to form sexual relationships with someone. Between his classes, extracurriculars, work and looking for internships, losing his virginity had always been put on the back burner. Besides, he never found the right person to lose it with. Any time he’d muster up the courage, the little doubts in his brain would creep into his brain, and make him back down. 

Confidence can only get a man so far, and he realized with their hand in his hair and legs wrapped around his waist that maybe he bit off more than he could chew. 

He didn't realize that they paused when he did. They noticed that his hands had stopped moving and his lips stayed still. Moving both hands from his hair, they cupped his cheek and placed his forehead on theirs.

 “Hey, you still with me?” They asked with a soft tone and looked straight into his eyes. 

There was nothing but care and warmth in them. He wasn’t expecting anything else though. This was Darlin’, warm and caring to the bone and forever willing to share it with others. Even at their own detriment.

They caressed his cheek to try and ground him in reality. “We can stop, you know.” 

Gently, Darlin’ pushed David back, giving him the space he didn’t need to breathe. “I know you still haven't fucked with anyone like this, and I know it can be a lot.” They smiled, but David could sense some disappointment from them. “We can stop at any point you want.”

“But what about you?” he asked, always wanting to make sure that their needs would also be taken care of.

Their soft demeanour morphed back into the cocky, yet not over-confident attitude that he was accustomed to. How Darlin’ could shift between personas so quickly would always be a mystery to him. 

“Don’t worry about me, sugar.” Before David could rebuttal, they placed a finger on his mouth. “I’ll hop in the shower and fuck my fingers,” they said casually, shrugging their shoulders before continuing. “Or I’ll find someone else to fuck. Either or works.”

His blood lit up like a match. 

Through his own heart roaring in his ears, David took a moment to gauge whether they were serious. When they didn't balk under his gaze, he swallowed the growl threatening to rise from within his chest. Had Darlin' said to his face that they wouldn't hesitate to find someone else to finish with? That they would find someone else to bring to bed when he was already there? Did they not realize that those words alone had stoked the whispers of doubt and threatened to confirm all of his fears that he wasn't good enough for them?

He couldn’t stand the mere thought of another’s hands on them, especially when he finally got to touch them like this. David wanted to be the one who Darlin’ ran to whenever they had a hard day. He wants to grant them comfort and sanctuary in a way no one has ever done in their life. The darkest depths of his desire urge him to go beyond his protective Beta (and an almost ignition of his Alpha) instincts and keep them all to himself. 

With him, Darlin’ will be safe. With him, Darlin’ will feel rapture.

He’d been dreaming of this moment for so long, and he won’t give it up for anything, or anyone.

With that, his mouth turned into a snarl. "You're staying right fucking here," he snarled into their ear, the earlier growl escaping before he had a chance to reel it back. There was no way he was going to let them go that easily, insecurities be damned. His fingers dug into strong thighs and warm skin with the strength to bruise, trying to contain the storm of emotions at the idea that their future partner wasn't him.

"You're staying with me."

His words made their eyes go wide and guilty, almost like a fawn, and completely unlike their usual sharp, wolf-like features. Underneath his hands, he could feel Darlin’ tense up and he could hear their heart speed up. David wanted Darlin’ to forget about their concerns and his hesitance, and instead opting to fall completely under this trance he’s created for them.

But with a shake of their head, Darlin’ was able to look through the jealousy and anger to the part of David that was still new to all of this. They ran a hand through his hair, adoration dripping from their fingers, and watched some of the rage leave his body as his face relaxed. It wasn’t enough to let go of all of his complicated feelings, but it was a start.

“I’m serious,” they started again with that infuriatingly soft tone. “There’s no rush, and I don’t want you to force yourself to do something if you’re not a hundred percent ready for it.” 

(Watching David get possessive sent their heart soaring, but they needed to make absolutely sure that this was what he wanted. That they were who he wanted.)

David took a deep breath to clear his mind. He was completely out of his element, and the lack of knowledge and control of what happened next terrified him. But he was with Darlin’, and he trusted Darlin’ with his life and his heart, even if he wasn’t ready to give it to them. 

“I want this- I want you. It’s just…” His voice trailed off with embarrassment, but Darlin’ was able to catch on.

The sound of their laughter reassured him more than any words could. “We all start somewhere, David. Ain’t nothing to be ashamed about.” Their hands massaged his shoulders so that he could let go of some tension. “How about you tell me what you want to do, and I tell you how to do it. Sounds good?”

Part of him wanted to throw that idea into the void. He shouldn’t have to be told how to pleasure them, he should just be able to do it. How else can he prove himself as a worthy mate?

The weaker part of him wanted to give in and listen to every command that they gave him. That side ended up winning.

David took a deep breath, steadying his heart and calming his nerves. As much as it was a hit to his pride, it made logical sense for them to take control. He can’t pleasure them if he doesn’t know what to do. It would be a struggle to give up control to them, but he could do it. If they took the lead, then it would be ok. There was nothing they could do to hurt him. He trusted them. 

There was no one on this plane of existence that he would trust over them right now. Even if it seems like that trust isn’t reciprocated.

“I- I can do that. You can, I don't know, take control…” He cringed at his tone and choice of words. Milo, Ash and Darlin’ were able to string along the smoothest of pickup lines and dirty talk, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t emulate that same energy. Ugh, what an annoyance. 

David tried to save himself from utter embarrassment, trying to come up with something more appropriate. But all of his attempts left Darlin’ giggling, and as precious as their laugh was, this was not the situation he’d want to hear it in. 

They covered their mouth with a hand. “I’m sorry! You’re just being really fucking adorable right now.” They squished his cheeks with both of their hands. “I could eat you alive right now, you’re that cute, sugar.” 

With a scoff and an eye roll from David, Darlin’ knew it was their cue to put their hands back on his shoulders. There was a time for teasing, and there was a time for praise. “Hey, remember. Everyone starts somewhere.”

Everyone did indeed start from somewhere. But did everyone start with the love of their lives sitting on a pool table? Ready to let them guide him during this vulnerable point in his life?

What a lucky man he is.

“So tell me, sugar, what do you want to do?” Their concern melted away, now a hundred percent confident that this is what he wants. Darlin’ leaned back with one arm supporting their weight, taking a good look at him. David puffed his chest out, liking their attention on him. He was proud of the body he worked hard for and being used as eye candy for Darlin’. 

Their other hand played with the button of his jeans, making sure to avoid the bulge that had been there for a while. “Well…”

He rolled his shoulders back and placed an arm around their body, caging them on top of the pool table. He kissed them, adoring the way they melted into him and moaned softly against his lips. He slipped his tongue between their lips, making sure to caress every nook and cranny of their mouth. Once he was temporarily satisfied with his claim on their mouth, he ran his piercing over their teeth, relishing the clink that came from it.

Reluctantly, he parted away from their lips. He was entranced by their face, eyes trailing from their glowing cheeks and swollen lips. Beautiful. They were absolutely beautiful, even if they denied it. He was going to make sure that even if they didn’t care about him or his love, at the very least, he could provide some form of pleasure and love from his end.

“I want to put my piercing to the test.” He slid a hand underneath their shirt, grazing over their chest and adoring the way their body squirmed and stiffened. “Do you remember why I asked about it in the first place?” David placed his mouth on their neck, smirking at them flinching when the cold metal touched their warm skin.

Darlin’ held onto his shoulders to balance themselves. “Y-yeah, I remember.” 

He felt a violent groan vibrate in their chest and he knew that he teased them far too much for their liking. They grabbed onto the strands of his hair and yanked them back. Their doe-like eyes turned back into the wolf-like features that he was more familiar with. David had a feeling that he was about to become prey to be used to their liking. 

With a smirk, Darlin’ shoved his head back and growled in his ear.

“Get on your knees then, sugar. Show me what that mouth can do.”

Dazed by the tone of their voice, David got on his knees. Shaking with pleasure, he looked up at Darlin’s almost condescending aura. Being as tall as he is, he’d never had to look up at anybody. He quite liked this view, especially if it meant Darlin’ looks at him with those piercing eyes, gleaming with dominance and mischief.

Slowly, Darlin’ opened their legs with a lazy smile and beckoned him to come closer. “Come on, handsome. We don’t got all day and you’re the one who wants to put your mouth on me.” At this point, David’s heart was ready to combust all over the floor. How they casually made his heart soar and cock hard was something that needed to be studied.

He crawled over to Darlin’, finally in between their thighs and eyes level with their chest. Warmth and salvation coursed through his blood. He'd always thought that if heaven was a place on Earth, it would be between Darlin's legs. If he choked to death tonight, he would die a happy man.

Letting out a whistle, Darlin’ held his chin up, forcing him to look at them. “My, oh my, David. You look so pretty on your knees.” His cheeks went hot with embarrassment and every fibre of his body begged for him to refute their claims. But before he could look away and hide away in their thighs, their hold on his chin tightened and they let out a disappointed click of their tongue. “No, no, baby. You’re gonna keep those pretty eyes on me, is that clear?”

His head had officially gone blank and he nodded, willing to do anything that they would have asked him in that moment.

“Good boy, David. You’re doing amazing sugar.” They praised him in the sultry tone that made his knees weak. Luckily, he wasn’t standing or else he would have fallen over. 

His hands hover over their body, unsure of where to put them. He desperately wanted to hold their thighs again, or maybe their hips - honestly, he just wanted to touch his darling. But he knew that Darlin’ tends to balk at unexpected touches, even from dear friends. Then again, he’s also seen… videos where the more dominant partner just grabs their partner or partners with no hesitation. Should he do that? Or maybe wait for what they say? Or maybe…

Darlin’s eyebrow rose, queueing him that they noticed the glazed-over look in David’s eyes. They already knew that his mind was wandering in unnecessary places. “Oh David,” they drew out with their teasing voice, “I can’t be losing you already?” The hand in his hair and the other stroking his cheek brought him back to reality. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?”

He mustered up some of that fake confidence, hoping that it would translate into actual conviction once he put his mouth on them. There was no point in hiding what he desired, and right now, he craved to taste them and watch them fall apart under his tongue. Besides, he knew that no matter what, Darlin’ would never let him down. They have proven that fact time and time again, and he can trust them when he’s vulnerable and under their spell.

(Though not at his most vulnerable. He still has reservations about confessing to them, but those were more of his faults and none of his. Dare he say that they were perfect, from their perfect smile to their pristine white fur coat, and he was the unruly beast whose torture was to have everything he wanted just out of his reach. That won’t stop him. He’ll find the courage to hand them his bleeding heart, just not right now.)

(Hell was the other people who made Darlin’ smile, and he's going to rectify that fact sooner rather than later, but still later.)

“Where do you want my hands on you?” He softly ran his hands over their thighs. “You’re in control here.” Not that they needed reminding, given their eye roll.

They grabbed his hands, holding them in front of their face. Darlin’ ran a finger over every line on his palm, the gentle touch being enough to make him shiver. “Hmm, what to do with your hands?” Darlin’ pondered as they placed a kiss on each knuckle. If he wasn’t dying from how tempting they were, he’d be dying because of how adorable they were. 

Finally done with their pondering, though David has a feeling that they knew what they wanted him to do from the beginning, they put his hands on the buttons of their jeans. 

“Take them off, sugar.”

His mind raced in different directions, all of them leading to seeing the wolf in front of him in different directions. He knew this was going to happen, you can’t have sex with all your clothes on. But to actually see this - see them - is a whole other thing. And while the wolf in front of him would be more beautiful than whatever pitiful image his mind conjured up, he doesn’t think his heart will be able to survive to truly admire their beauty.

Deft hands unbuttoned their jeans, heeding the warning Darlin’ gave about ripping their clothes. If the image of their bare body wasn’t enough to drive him mad, his senses were overloaded with the scent of their arousal. He’d had whiffs of the intoxicating scent, after finding them in compromisable positions. This was different though. It was concentrated, it was overbearing in the best way, and it was all for him. Only him.

He wouldn't admit the possessive spark from deep in his heart that was born. 

After resisting the desire to rip their jeans off and carefully unbuttoning them, David held their hips, waiting for Darlin’ to give their next set of instructions. 

“Very good, David,” they moaned, giving his hair a good ruffle. They gestured to him to scooch back a little bit and jumped off the pool table. After stretching their back from sitting for so long, they put their hands on top of his. “It’s getting a little hot in here, don’t you think, sugar?” Without waiting for a response, Darlin’ guided David’s hands to take off their jeans.

To say that this was a dream come true would be an understatement. 

He could see the end of scars on their thighs that started from their hips, the birthmark and blemishes, and the bruises that he left behind. David makes a note to press harder for next time, just so he could leave darker marks on them. This being Darlin’, they make everything more difficult than it has to be, so of course they were pulling their pants and underwear down at a glacial pace. But he dare not defy the speed they set, both to not make them uncomfortable, or have them disappointed in him.

Finally, finally, Darlin’s jeans came off and they stepped out of them. There was no coherent thought in his head due to the sight and scent of them, except for them to allow him to put his mouth on them. He deserved it because he’s been waiting for so long. They deserved it because they deserve all the pleasure in this world.

And he was going to make sure he’d be the only person who could bring them that level of joy.

Hopping back onto the pool table, Darlin’ took off the rest of their clothes that they had on, leaving them naked in front of David.

Were they trying to kill him? It was already too much for him to see them without their pants on, but now they were taking off everything? Leaving nothing to his sorry imagination?

Vile, terrible, and wickedly cruel - the despicable, conniving wolf he fell in love with. He must be the luckiest man alive.

He eyed their body, taking in every detail for him to conjure up whenever he was alone. He couldn’t think of anything to say about them except for the fact that they were beautiful. That they were an angel sent from above as his salvation. Or maybe the devil who’d damn him to hell. In either case, he was ready to follow them wherever they may want to go. Including all the way to Vancouver for some fucking coffee.

(Darlin’s insecurities run rampant, that much isn’t a surprise. They never understood why anyone found them attractive, yet they always rolled with it. They were also known to throw caution to the wind and do some impulsive things. But even they were taken aback when they took off their own shirt. They were sure that David would have got up and left without saying another word.)

(They weren’t lying when they said David looks pretty on his knees. But the way he looked up at them almost reverently, like he was on his knees praying at a church, was doing too much to their fragile heart. Then again, it was David. And he wouldn’t do anything to hurt them.)

“Get back over here, sugar. There’ll be more time for you to touch this body later on,” they laughed and pulled his head closer. He was only a hair's breadth away from where they needed him the most. Scent makes up most of your taste, so he already knows that they will taste divine. Bodies entwined and his hands itching, he’s damn near dying to get his mouth on them. 

Darlin’ held his chin and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Can you open your mouth for me real quick? I just need to do something real quick, ok?” He had no idea what they were about to do. Was there a secret step that needed to be done that they didn’t show in the sex scenes he endured over the years? He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case, so he opened his mouth, knowing they had everything under control.

He was certainly not expecting them to spit on his tongue.

David whimpered when their spit hit his tongue, which was drier than usual. Probably because their mouth is unnaturally warm and addicting. This wasn’t an unwelcome feeling though, and he’d love to see them spit on his cock later on. If he’s lucky tonight won’t be a one-time thing.

Manically grinning while watching their spit run down his tongue, they used their tongue to spread their spit on his piercing. He moaned, and when he tried to pull his head back because it was getting too much, Darlin’ gripped his chin tighter and pulled him in closer, practically shoving their tongue to the back of his throat.

They pulled back and hummed in appreciation at the sight in front of them. Satisfied by the blissed-out look in David’s eyes and the spit surrounding the piercing, Darlin’ smiled and blew gently on the metal. He felt a shiver down his spine and blood rushing to his cock, the slight cold being something he wasn’t used to but definitely wasn’t not welcoming. “Alrighty then,” they sighed and leaned back, still adoring the dazed expression on his face. “It feels better when the piercing’s cold.”

At this point, David wasn’t even sure he was paying much attention anymore. All he could think about was how he was burning to taste them, to drink down every drop of pleasure he could squeeze out of them, to drag them over that edge as many times as they demanded until they were spent and sated. But despite aching to bury his face in their thighs, he waited for their command. He’s done so good so far, he’s not going to disappoint them yet.

“I didn’t think you had it in you to be this patient, David,” they cooed while placing their thumb on his bottom lip. “Thought you would have gone feral by now and done whatever you wanted.” Oh, he was so close to his breaking point, but his resolve was strong for now. 

“Does my good boy finally want to put that pretty mouth to good use?”

David’s head perked up at the question, his eyes widening and mouth-watering. Nodding his head with a renewed vigour, he exclaimed, “Yes please!” His desperation was obvious to both him and Darlin’, and while he would never want to show too much emotion around them, wanting to keep his aloof Beta persona, he couldn’t give a damn right now. 

He was finally going to taste them, and it was going to be worth it.

Darlin’ giggled at his reaction. They knew he was desperate, but they didn’t think he was over the edge of composure. He bets that it was amusing to see their cold Beta be so open about his feelings. “You asked for it, pretty boy.” They took his hands and placed them on his thighs. “Can you put them on your shoulders? Pretty please.” Their voice was dripping with faux innocence but he saw right past it.

He picked up their legs and threw them over his shoulders, grinning at the moan Darlin’ let out. He may have done it a little more aggressively than necessary to make up for all the teasing, but that wasn’t the point, now was it? He felt the strong muscles cushioning his ears and heels digging into his back. His heavy breaths against them made them shake in his hold. He could see how they were dripping for him. It was nice to know that he had the same effect on them as they did on him.

Looking up from between his legs, he silently asked permission to use his mouth. With Darlin’s nod giving him the green light, he prodded at them with his tongue, trying to figure out what felt good for them. They shivered, the cold piercing doing exactly what they said it would, giving them an additional sensation to derive pleasure from.

He was right. They tasted divine and he was rapidly becoming addicted. David was fully prepared to give up his worldly duties in favour of becoming Darlin’s permanent seat. The warmth that radiated from their body had lit a flame in him that wasn’t going away. Not until he could see them fall apart around his mouth.

“F-fuck David,” they said through a string of moans. He could feel their thighs squeezing his head and hand tugging his hair, pulling his head closer, which meant he must be doing something right. He became emboldened to bury himself deeper, with his hands spreading them apart and pulling them closer. 

He noticed that every time he growled and moaned against them, Darlin’ would moan louder and at a higher pitch. The facade they created earlier was falling apart, and David was honoured that they would drop it around them. 

Through their moans and tensing body, they grabbed David’s hands from their legs and placed them on their chest. He looked up at them with confusion, until Darlin’ spoke up with a breathy voice. 

“Touch me, David. Don’t let your mouth do all the work.” He nodded, continuing to devour them with his tongue while also squeezing his chest. “Oh- shit, that’s it, sugar!” They were grinding themselves against his mouth and he was obsessed. He continued to grope their chest, pinching their nipples between his fingers to draw out every moan he could.

David could feel that they were getting closer. He couldn’t move his tongue more freely in them, and he almost thought that they were in pain. But the wanton moans and pleas they were letting out had clued him in that they were having as much fun as he was. If he wasn’t careful, he’d climax on his own and untouched just at the sight of their release.

With a growl, Darlin’ ripped a hand from his chest and guided him to stroke them. “Keep moving- shit- just like that,” they groaned, pushing his hands and face closer to them. He choked and moaned into them, deeply consumed into their entire being.

It was when Darlin’ let out a high-pitched moan and convulsed forward that he knew that he finally tipped them over the edge. Holding their hips to stop them from falling, he swallowed every bit of them that he could. Darlin’ leaned back, heaving like they were done with a marathon. David reluctantly pulled away, but the sight of them breathless and eyes blown out with lust was much worth it. He could always get on his knees again.

He slowly stood up with Darlin’s legs wrapped around his waist and his clothed chest against their bare one. David could see their doe-like eyes, elated over the fact that it was all because of him. He brought them that joy. He made them feel like they were walking amongst the stars. And he wishes that he could get on his knees again.

Making sure they calmed down enough to look him in the eyes, David wiped their slick off his mouth, licking the back of his hand to not waste a single drop. Darlin’s eyes never left him, and he heard their heartbeat speed up.

“That… that was hot.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you have to say?” He questioned, without betraying the fear in his heart that he wasn’t up to their expectations.

Darlin’ rolled their eyes and in between their breathing, they huffed out, “Excuse me, sir. Let- let me catch my breath.” They closed their eyes and took a deep breath, looking the most serene they have looked in all of their time together. David memorized everything about them right now, afraid that he’ll never see this view again. 

(Darlin’, in their incoherent thoughts, was still able to deduce that giving David that tongue piercing was the best idea they could have come up with.)

They ruffled with his hair, giggling at the deadpan look David gave them. “You were amazing, sugar. Are you sure this was your first time?”

“We both know the answer to that,” he joked and leaned in for another kiss. But before his lips could touch his, he paused. Was this ok? He kissed them earlier, but that was before he made them come. Maybe now that they’ve gotten what they needed, they don’t want anything to do with him.

In his pondering, Darlin’ closed their eyes and the gap between them. He melted against their lips, placing a hand on their back to keep his steady. 

This time, the kiss was sweet. It didn’t have the urgency of lust from earlier. It was calm, like it was alright for him to get lost in them because they would help him through the fog. David didn’t know if that was his love-sick mind thinking that, or maybe that it might be the actual truth. 

Pulling away with a smile and laughing when David trailed after them, Darlin’ hopped off the pool table. Instead of picking up their clothes to put them back on, they pushed him against the table. “So handsome, is it your turn?”

David felt the heat rush down to his cock. There wasn’t a doubt in his brain that he wanted Darlin’, especially with them naked and smirking in front of him. He craved to make his fantasies into reality, wanting to inflict them with all the want and lust that he’d caused them over the years.

Maybe he could bend them over the pool table?

Push them against the wall.

Or maybe he'd take them to his room and drench their scent into his bed.

There was just one problem…

“If you don’t want to, I get it.” Darlin’s voice broke him from his trance. “I get it if you want to do it with someone you care about, and y’know, have it mean something, and like it’s just me so-”

“This does mean something to me,” he cut their rambling off. David has known that underneath their bravado and confidence, Darlin’ was often insecure about their excess amount of care. It was the thing he hated most about them. Nothing more angering and heart was breaking than watching them cut themselves off or ramble on an unnecessary excuse. He won’t have it, especially if he knows that they have nothing to worry about.

Darlin’ gave a blank stare and as David was preparing to repeat himself, they spoke, albeit without their usual confidence.

But before he could respond, Darlin’ looked down, hesitance and shyness crept into their voice. “You actually mean that?” Their question was laced with quiet want, or at least he hoped it was a desire for him. He prayed that they had been suppressing their feelings for him.

Lucky for them, he had that same longing, for this to mean more than what they thought the other wanted.

He held their jaw, tilting their head up to look into their pretty eyes. The lust from earlier turned into a softer love. Instead of being blown out with pleasure, the sharp angles of their face softened, their usual yet rare doe aura returning. As much as David wanted to deny the fact that Darlin’ could actually be in love with him, it was getting harder to deny when he could see his own desire reflected in their face. 

Unfortunately for them and everyone around them, Darlin’ and David adored the idea of plausible deniability. It was easier to assume that something isn’t true unless it’s being thrown into their faces. Although, they use this concept for different reasons.

For David, it was an annoyance for people to speak to him in riddles and code. He’d rather everyone just be straightforward with what they’re trying to say.

For Darlin’ it was harder for the cops to tie you to a crime if you’re seen smiling at the security cameras, or looking away from your best friend at the right time.

David leaned in, pressing his lips onto their forehead. They deserve a proper confession, and he wanted to give it to them. For now, this would have to be enough for both of them. It was more than they could ever crave. He pulled back, looking at Darlin’s eyes fluttering closed and they edged closer to him. It was a softer kiss than either of them expected from the other, but it was needed all the same. 

Darlin’ was used to throwing themselves full force into everything, always bracing for impact. David needed to prove to them and to himself that he would be there to cushion them. Because if he doesn’t, then who else will?

(His wolf howled selfishly at the thought of him being the only one taking care of them.)

Darlin’ wrapped their arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Breaking the kiss, they chuckled when David let out a little whine, following their lips to keep kissing them. 

“Well, if you’re game for it, so am I.” Whispering in his ear, they asked him, “Where do you want to do it, sugar?”

His mind and blood raced downwards, thinking about the many different fantasies that Darlin’ would make come true at this moment. Looking around the room, his eyes landed on the pool table behind them, and a bold idea entered his mind.

“I want you to ride me on top of the pool table.”

Silence filled the air and David thought that maybe he had gone too far. Fuck- fuck! Did he push it for his first time? Was Darlin’ uncomfortable with the idea, but was convincing themselves to go through with it so his first time would be perfect? Did they not know any first time with them would be perfect?

“I didn’t think you had it in you to ask that, baby Alpha?” They crooned, pushing his back against the pool table. Darlin’ stared into his eyes and held his shirt, only taking it off when David gave them the ok. Shirt on the ground, they stared at his torso, running their hands over his torso, resting them on his chest. 

“Holy fucking hell, Shaw.” David could see Darlin’s breath quicken and their eyes went wide, and he could hear their heartbeat pick up a little bit. He puffed his chest in pride seeing the trance Darlin’ was under. Thankfully not the normal trances they were used to.

Pouting like a child, their lips traced his collarbone, causing David’s knees to go weak. His hands went down to Darlin’s waist, debating on whether or not he should pull them closer. He didn’t have to make that choice, with them taking the initiative to push their bare body into his. “You’ve been hiding one hell of a body, Davey,” they smiled, kissing his neck and torso. 

 “Well you’re one- shit, to talk,” he choked out, squirming in his place. He pulled their head back, noting how Darlin’s voice went higher. Instead of looking him in his eyes, their gaze was fixed on the button on his pants. There was something in Darlin’ that was holding them back from ripping his jeans, he could see it in the way their nails dug into his thighs, a spark of pleasure and pain going through his body.

Not wanting to waste another minute, he took a deep breath and unbuttoned his own pants. If Darlin’ was waiting for him to be ready, he’ll show that he’s been waiting for this moment for as long as he’s known them.

Their hands let go of his thighs, grabbing onto the waistband of his pants and underwear to pull them down. He hissed as the air hit his bare and cold body. He couldn't decide if he should look at Darlin' or not, fearing that he would see disappointment in their eyes. So he kept his gaze low, baring himself in his entirety before the love of his life.

Darlin' didn't say a word, just quietly tracing their hands over his body. It was gentler than anyone would have expected from them. But the average person didn't know how Darlin' would hold themselves back to stop themselves from pouring too much of themselves, causing the other person to be overwhelmed. But David would do anything for the honour of drowning in their love.

"Look…" they pleaded, placing a hand under his chin to tilt his head up. He looked up slowly, his wide eyes meeting their tender expression. With a smile, they caressed his face with their hand. "You're so pretty, you know that right?" He knew that objectively, it's hard to ignore your looks when you have people gawking as if you're a Greek god. But being told and actually believing it were two different things.

With Darlin' though, their hands and body slotted against him like a puzzle piece, he feels pretty. Actually pretty. 

"Speak for yourself," he chuckled, butterflies filling his stomach. "You're beautiful, Darlin'." Because if he is pretty, then they were downright gorgeous. The sun in wolf form, blessed by Angels and saints that have long eluded him. Why ask for a guardian angel when he had Darlin' with him?

They rolled their eyes, a cocky expression on their face. "Sugar, I already know that." Not that it stopped the bashful smile on their face. Confidence surged through his body, he had the same effect on Darlin' as they did on him, and he would use it for the future.

Pushing the hair stuck on their sweaty forehead, he snarked, "all the more reason to call you beautiful, beautiful." His eyes were drawn to their lips as they bit them, desperately to tug on them with his own. So he did exactly that. 

Leaning forward to press his forehead onto theirs, he kissed their lips, holding the back of their head to pull them closer. David tilted his head, slipping his tongue inside of their mouth. He could feel their sharpening teeth and their little gasps and moans. David bit their lip while pulling away, relishing in the sharp breath they took.

A second of silence goes by before David spoke up, snapping Darlin' out of their daze. "Are you going to ride me, or do I need to fuck you myself?" It was false bravado and confidence that was dripping from his voice, but he didn't care. His cock was aching to be inside of them, now. 

They raised an eyebrow with a smile. "Hold on, let me grab something real quick." 

"I have condoms in my pants," he yelled out from behind them. He was sure that they didn't have any infections, knowing that they go to get regular checkups. And he definitely didn't have any, since, well, this was his first time. But a man could never be too safe, and David was ready to take any and all precautions.

"Not a condom, but thank you David!" They came back with a blanket, laying it on top of the pool table. "I don't want you to get road- er, pool-burned?" they mumbled to themselves, wondering if that was the right choice of words. But they shook their head because they thought that this was the wrong time to think about word choices. For David's sake at least.

He moved to place himself in front of the blanket, pulling them alongside him by their waist. "Thank you, beautiful."

"No problem, sugar," they cooed, playing with his hair. They took a condom from his pocket, ripping it open with their teeth. Carefully, they unrolled it over David's cock, going slowly to not overstimulate David.

(Not yet, at least.)

With some of that earlier confidence, David leaned back against the table. "You know, I think you're full of shit, Darlin'." He wondered that if he egged them on enough, they'd finally do something to him, relieving some of the desperation pooling in his stomach.

He froze under their steely gaze and arched eyebrows. "Really, you think so?" Their voice went from warm and caring to cold and detached. It should have made him step back, but he kept going.

He stood taller and leaned over them. "All this time, and you haven't done shit but just talk." He squeezed their ass and pushed them against the pool table. "Maybe I should show you how it's done," he whispered into their ear, kissing and biting their neck.

For a moment, David could have deluded himself into thinking that he would actually be able to take control of this moment.

That was until Darlin' pushed him back with a hand on his throat. "Oh, aren't you precious, little Alpha?" A dark chuckle and a darker look were all it took for David's knees to get weak, ready to get onto the ground and be obedient to Darlin'. 

Before he could agitate them further, Darlin' picked David up by his thighs, turning around and laying him down on top of the blanket. "You were saying, Davey? Something about me just 'talkin' shit'?" They climbed onto the pool table, hovering over David. 

David needed control like he needed his magic to shift. It was weird being under someone, and he had half the mind to push them off him. But it's Darlin'. They won't let anything bad happen to him.

"Well?" Their voice shook them out of their thoughts. "You said you wanted to tell me what to do?" They leaned forward so they were chest to chest, forehead to forehead. "So tell me, sugar?" 

Darlin's glare was enough to make his throat dry, words in Spanish and English leaving his brain. To make it worse, their hand gently played with the head of his cock, finding wicked joy in his struggle. The light pressure made his head spin, but every time he'd raise his hips to grind against their hand, Darlin' would push him back down.

"That's not what I asked you to do, sugar," they mocked with fake pity. A firm squeeze to his head was all David needed to cry out, but it didn't deter the wolf. "I asked you," they paused to kiss his neck, trailing up to whisper in his ear, "what do you want me to do?"

His mind had a million options wishing to spill out between parted lips. He wanted their hand, but he also wanted their mouth with lips stretching around him as they took him down their sinful throat. He wanted them, under him, over him, with their nails digging into his shoulders...

But what he offered them was a growl that melted into a whimper when he realized he'd take anything at all if it meant they didn't stop.

Hips threatened to buck up into their grasp to get even a fraction more of their touch, but they kept true to their word and waited. Another growl left him, of frustration this time. It ended the same as the first did, though words followed as his body burned for more. 

"Please, need you to..." 

A hum left their lips, dancing in the air.

David knew they had to be getting some sick enjoyment from this. He also knew the thought alone had him growing harder against their palm, but their tongue swiping along their lower lip showed it was a welcome discovery. 

Rolling his head back, he groaned and felt like he was about to burst from the sight alone. 

"Just ride me already," he hissed, a choked breath leaving him when they shifted their hand ever so slightly. "Fuck, please ride me. Need it. Need you..." he rambled, relieved when he lifted his head and found himself staring into blown pupils. 

Taking mercy on him, Darlin' let go of their cock, smiling at his flustered state. They leaned back, admiring the mess that they made him. "Now was that so hard, hm?" They sat back onto his cock, grinding against it to make sure he was ready for them. He held onto their hips, both in a plea for them to go faster and to hold himself steady.

Deeming him ready for that sweet release, they moved up onto their knees, holding onto his cock to keep him still. "Are you ready?" they asked gleefully, stroking his cock to make sure he was slick and ready for them. 

He couldn't find the words to say yes though. Not because he was having second thoughts, but because he couldn't believe his situation right now. Darlin', the wolf he's been in love with since they joined the pack, was willing to have sex with him. There'd always been a part of him that was scared to ask them out, fearing they'd only say yes due to his position as Beta and the Alpha's son. But seeing that familiar determined look was all he needed to know that his dreams were coming true.

(Darlin' was also in shock at what was happening as well. As the Alpha's son, surely David had better options than them? They were proud of who they were and where they came from, but there was always a nagging voice in their brain that told them otherwise. Where David had been raised in white picket fences, Darlin' had been raised surrounded by metal cages. It was no secret that from the way they talked (and how they hid it) to the way they dressed, they were both from fundamentally different worlds.)

(But seeing David with needy eyes and a loving gaze made them feel like they belonged. Actually belonged. And that maybe, home wasn't limited to snowy streets and gray skyscrapers. It could also be in the arms of their best friend.)

Somehow, David was able to find his voice again, and all he whispered was yes, over and over again, while nodding his head vigorously.

Darlin' chuckled at his eagerness, slowly lowering themselves onto him. "What my future Alpha wants, is what he gets," they murmured with a breathless sigh, watching his cock disappear inside of them. They took their time to let themselves adjust to his size before they sank to the base with a sharp inhale, arching their back and digging their nails into his heated skin.

Holy fuck. Holy shit. This was actually happening. 

David held his breath as they tightened around him, watching as their eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. That had to be a good thing, right? He hoped it was. Hell, he currently felt like he was on cloud nine and they hadn't even moved yet. How long would he even last?  

Oh God, he couldn't come too quickly. That'd be too embarrassing.

He pinched himself, just to make sure that he wasn't stuck in another wet dream. He wasn't. This was very real. And when he felt Darlin' shift around him, he was finally convinced that this was very, very real.

"Ok, I'mma start moving, but—," they began, taking deep breaths to keep their voice steady, “—if you need this to stop…for me to stop, you need to tell me." 

David rolled his eyes at their warning, lips parting to retort only for his words to die on his tongue when they held his face in their hands. Darlin’ stared into his eyes, making sure he was staring back before continuing. 

"I'm serious, David. You wanna stop? You tell me. Alright?"

He nodded as he swallowed roughly, doing his best to keep his breaths somewhat even. It was hard to focus on anything apart from how well they were taking him and the fact this was only the beginning. His impatience was slowly eating away at him, even more so as he took in the sight of them on top of him like some sort of ethereal god. 

David would be more than happy to get on his knees for them again if they ever asked. 

“I need to hear you, David. You never had an issue mouthing off before…so use those words of yours. Tell me you understand.” 

The urge to bare his teeth was forced down as he cursed under his breath, nodding but adding what they’d been so keen on pulling out of him. 

“Yes, yes, I understand,” he groaned, thighs tensing when Darlin’ shifted ever so slightly. They would be the death of him, he was sure of it, but at least it’d be a hell of a way to go. “I’ll tell you what I need and right now I need you to move. So, please—” 

A shudder left Darlin’ as they offered a smile that had his pulse stuttering before returning to its concerningly quick pace. 

“Good boy.”

David didn't have time to process their praise, too focused on the feeling of them rising and sinking onto his cock without warning. Whether he whimpered or not he'd never admit, their movements lighting a fire in his gut. If this was how he felt when they were taking it slow, he wasn't sure he'd last long with what was no doubt still in store for him. 

Giggling at David's reaction, they couldn't help but offer a mocking coo. "Aw, is my little baby close already?" Their words were followed by a shift of their hips, lifting enough until only the tip of him was inside them. This time, there was no hiding the whine that tore from his throat, a smirk growing from their once gentle smile. "I don't know how long you're going to last, Davey. Let's find out, hm?"

It was the only warning he got before Darlin' started moving at a steady pace, moving in slow yet forceful motions. They put enough strength to make sure he felt everything he could have ever dreamed, but slow enough for it to be agonizing, making him beg for more. It was enough to have him writhing on the pool table, one hand gripping onto the edge and the other on their thighs, holding on for dear life. 

Pushing up with what strength he could garner, he pressed his lips to their own with a soft groan, arms wrapping around their waist and pulling them closer. He needed their body pressed to him: needed to feel their core so his own could melt into it until only one remained. He had spent so long thinking of what it would be like to have them this way. He'd be a fool not to savour it for as long as he could. "

They stopped, surprised by the kiss. After the initial shock faded, their arms moved around his neck, hands playing with his hair, pressed flush into his chest. Any time they tried to pull away, David would growl, either pulling them back or following their lips to capture them again. He wasn't ready to let go of them. He wasn't sure he'd ever be ready to let go of them again.

Without breaking the kiss, Darlin' started to bounce on his cock, swallowing up any moans from David's mouth. He could barely register the creaking table beneath them, too focused on watching their head roll back, showing off their very kissable neck. God, he wished he had the strength to sit up and bite them. But Darlin's weight on his lap paralyzed him, unable to find the core strength to hold them flush against him. All he could do was grip their hips to hold them steady and keep kissing them. He felt his teeth sharpen, aching to bite them and be bitten by them.

Going off of instincts, he began to thrust up into them, desperately trying to match the pace that they set. "You're so goddamn tight!" He whined while mindlessly fucking them, hands on hips helping them move faster.

"Oh, really Davey?" They asked with a breathless laugh. How Darlin' was able to keep their composure was a mystery to him, especially with the way they tightened even more around him, enough to have him choking out strings of profanities at the sensation. "You close, babyboy?" 

He could feel himself closer to the edge, but couldn't form words to say it, losing his sanity with every second that went by. The pool table started to shift in place, moving back with every movement and he couldn't help but fall further into their spell. He relished in the quiet moans that he was able to get out of them, but he wanted more. He wished that they were louder, and craved to have them screaming his name, but he was so focused on his own pleasure that he failed to realize how close he'd become.

"Darlin'- I'm so close-" He choked out between moans, fingers borderline drawing blood from their hips. He felt the unfamiliar washing over him, and he chased it with great desperation. Mindless and borderline feral at the feeling of Darlin' clenching around him, his hips stuttered, the feeling so overwhelming that he couldn't keep a steady pace. His muscles felt tight and he was choking on his rapture, barely able to breathe or speak or move.

It brought him joy to know that Darlin's composure was slowly slipping away, their growls slowly devolving into broken wails. They have always been the picture of composure, not even letting their anger be shown on their face aside from a quiet, cold, fury. He treasured the privilege of seeing them let go of themselves and just feel. Their strong thighs clamped around his hips to keep them both steady, and their nails scratched his chest. He was ready to wear their marks proudly the next day. 

"I know, David- shit," they moaned, tilting their head back with their eyes shut. Sweaty and incoherent, he's never seen them more beautiful than at this moment. One where either of them can break at a moment's notice. Even now, they matched David's thrusts, focused on making sure he didn't do all the work and focused on a good first time.

Pleasure and desperation mixing together, David snapped, his core reaching out to grab onto theirs. Blood filled with ecstasy and head ringing with the sound of his moans, he didn't feel the magic that surged through him. It was only when Darlin' screamed, head thrown back and back arching beautifully, that he realized something was wrong.

"FUCK!" they yelled out, their body going limp on top of him and falling backwards. He grabbed onto them and placed them onto his chest, giving each other a chance to breathe before moving. He pushed the hair stuck on their forehead, looking into their dazed eyes. He felt himself falling in love with them all over again.

Careful to not overstimulate either of them, Darlin' pushed themselves off David's chest. He whined, liking and wanting them to stay on his chest for as long as the waves would long for the moon. They rolled their eyes, laughed breathlessly and with a hoarse voice, they asked, "was that good?" 

There were no adjectives, verbs, adverbs or descriptors that could describe how that felt, so he supposed 'good' would have to suffice. 

David was never a religious man. Sure, he went to church like the good son he was to make his father happy, and he's not above a little prayer to get through a difficult slump. Despite all of that, he could never understand what it meant to have a religious experience, an event that was so miraculous that the only explanation was that a higher power rewrote the fabric of the universe in order to let it happen.

He was convinced that Darlin' was that higher power. The only one he'd worship from here on out.

Feeling his vocal cords functioning again, his strained voice responded. "Was more than good, beautiful," he said while playing with their hair. 

"Good, I'm glad," they sighed in relief. "I do have a question…" Their voice trailed off with a little bit of uncertainty.

"What is it?" 

"Did you-" they cut themselves with a chuckle. "Did you mean to half-shift in me?"

David's eyes went wide while his mouth spewed out apologies. He knew how painful it can be to have anything inserted into your body, always cringing at those who claim that 6 inches was not enough. But to have one suddenly grow bigger inside of them, even for a split moment, sounded awful. 

Given that he was quite a large wolf, even for his young age, it made sense that all parts of his body grew proportionally.

Placing a hand on his chest to calm him down, Darlin' laughed off his concern. "It's fine, I promise. Hurt for a little bit and don't think I'd be down for that again, but it felt really good." Their voice emphasizing the pleasure over the pain eased his nerves, glad that they did like it, unexpected as it was. "Just give me a heads up next time, ok?" They jest with a smile.

So there will be a next time. Yay for him!

"Of course," he said before leaning closer to whisper in their ear. "I'll make sure to shift before I fuck you instead."

They shivered at David's admission. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Shaw," they rolled their eyes before slowly coming off of his lap to sit beside him. David hissed at the loss of contact, out of overstimulation and the desire to keep them close for even longer.  

Sitting by his side, they both basked in the familiar silence that accompanied them for their shared lives. Darlin' laid his head on his shoulder and David wrapped an arm around their waist. In many ways, things were the same. Yet everything was different now.

"You should go to bed, David." They rest their chin on his shoulder to look at him. "You must be tired as shit right now." Completely ignoring that they looked like they were going to fall asleep at any moment. 

"You're right, I should go to bed." He felt more alive and awake than he ever has, but with the way Darlin' was slumped over, he figured that the best way to get them to bed was to sleep himself. 

He picked Darlin' up bridal style, careful to not strain any of their muscles and ignoring the yelp of surprise he gave them.

"What are you doing?" Curiosity and uncertainty filled their voice, yet they buried their face into his chest, slowly dozing off in the process.

"We're both going to bed." Before he could whine in protest, insisting that they weren't tired and could go home in their state, David kicked open the door to their childhood bedroom and laid them on his bed. Running to the bathroom he grabbed a washcloth to clean himself and Darlin' before they headed to bed.

Their eyes tracked his every move, he wondered if he was doing anything wrong. Maybe the cloth was too rough? Or maybe they didn't want to come to his bed?

"You know, I'm supposed to be taking care of you, since this is you're the virgin- excuse me, ex-virgin," they snarked from the bed.

He flicked their forehead at their comment. "Shut up and let yourself be cared for, you stubborn dick." He grabbed a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants for the both of them, throwing Darlin's set at their face and laughing at their exasperated expression. But it didn't stop them from putting his clothes on.

The sight of Darlin' in his clothes and dozing off in his bed, his scent mixing with his, was enough to make his wolf go feral. He's no stranger to the hardships Darlin' faced in their life, always concerned for when they went after the shady people they called family. Sure, it was clear they cared for them, but if they really loved Darlin', they wouldn't drag them into such dangerous situations.

It wasn't in them to say no to a friend's request though, so David supposed that he may have to be the one to keep them safe.

(Realistically, he knew Darlin' would hate that. The idea of another person making their decisions and dragging David into a danger he had no reason to be involved in would eat them alive. But forgive him, he's a boy - nay, a man - in love trying to keep his future mate alive long enough to call them his mate. You can't really do that with a dead person, despite other's insistence.)

Clothes on, he slipped beside Darlin'. Immediately, they moved back to give him space, much to his chagrin. He pulled them against his chest, a hand behind their neck to keep them close. "You just sent me to heaven and back, and now you won't cuddle with me?" Resting his chin on top of their head, he finished his thought with a laugh. "Rude."

He expected a snarky comment back from them, maybe a joke about how he was an asshole. He didn't expect brutal honesty from them.

"I didn't think you'd want to." Their voice was muffled from being pressed against David's chest, but he could still hear the apprehension in their words. He held them tighter, hopefully conveying to their stubborn brain that he did want them with him.

They fought back against his hold to look him in his eyes. "Most people don't really want to cuddle after fucking," they huffed and it filled David with anger. Who in their right mind would be blessed with the chance to sleep next to them, only to throw it away because they got what they wanted? How many times did Darlin' want to be comforted only to feel used like a toy?

He shook his head of those thoughts. It didn't matter anymore, he'd hold them for as long as they asked for it.

"Well I want you, Darlin'." His arms pushed them back into his heart. Before they could pointlessly argue, he gently scratched their scalp. Just as he thought, their breathing slowed down and head went limp against his pillow. "Now shut up and go to sleep," he chided with love and care.

They couldn't go to sleep without having a final word. 

"Are we," they yawned and rubbed their eyes, "are we… a thing?"

With conviction, he corrected them. "We're more than just a thing, Darlin'. But don't worry about that now." Yawning himself, he laid his head on his pillow and almost knocked out immediately. He was able to hear the last thing they said before succumbing to dreams.

"...love you, David."

'I love you too, Darlin'.'

–

He's a little concerned by the clothes left behind in his living room. Not because David shouldn't be having sex at his age, but because they couldn't have at least cleaned up after themselves? Really?

Carefully walking around the living room to not wake up the younger wolves, he headed to the kitchen to make some food for the two. Knowing those fools, they haven't eaten anything all day, being too busy with other things to remember to eat. Something small would be enough to get them some energy back.

He passed by the pool table, noticing the blanket on top of it. He feared the worst, not wanting to imagine what had happened there earlier. The scratches were too noticeable and the wobbly leg made it all too true. Great, he'll need to call the carpenter to fix the table. Or build him a new one.

It looked like someone else had the same idea, watching David roll out some dough. Love is stored in the pupusa indeed.

"You remember to replace the pork with beef, right?" His voice spooked his son, amused at him jumping 10 feet in the air. It was a little concerning to see him so unaware of his surroundings, it was because it was out of love. Sue him, he's happy that his son is happy. 

"Yeah- yeah, I did." David kept his head turned away from Gabe, most likely out of embarrassment of being caught. 

Satisfied by his answer, he leaned back to observe his son. David seldom cooked, citing a lack of time and energy to do so. That didn't mean that he didn't know the basic recipes, he just never made them. Not that Gabe ever minded, he was always happy to cook for his son. But of course, he'd pick up the knife for Darlin', especially since they could cook up a mean meal whenever they felt like it.

There was another thing that was off. David's hoodie wasn't his. Sure it fit him perfectly, but last time he checked, he went to high school in Dahlia, their mascot was not the Eagles.

"Who's hoodie is that?" He was curious to see where this went, and whether David knew what he was wearing.

David turned back to his father for the first time, looking at him with a confused stare. 

"It's mine, obviously…" His voice trailed off when he looked down, realizing his mistake. David went to Dahlia Collegiate and Technical Institute, and their mascot was the Dire Wolves. He should remember considering how many jokes were made at the pack's expense.

While Darlin' did graduate from DCTI, that wasn't their first high school. Their old school's mascot did happen to be an eagle… And they did like their clothes on the bigger side…

Gabe laughed, watching realization cross his son's face. When before he had some plausible deniability, now it was outright obvious what they had done. Finally.

He walked to David and patted him on the back. "There's nothing to be ashamed about, and I know how long you've been in love with them." He decided not to reveal Darlin's feelings just in case they hadn't confessed yet. Knowing these two, they've probably gone to bed before telling each other how they feel. 

David's shoulder slumped at his father's words. "I know, I know, but I just," he sighed, defeated by his own emotions. "I just don't want to fuck up with them."

"And you won't," Gabe reassured. "You're a good man who wants to do right by them. As long as you follow your heart, you won't mess anything up."

David groaned at the advice. "That's easier said than done," he pointed out. For David, making rational decisions with his head always trumped going with his heart, but unfortunately, love doesn't follow the rules and logic of rationality.

"You need to understand that when it comes to love, neither of you can control everything. A relationship is give and take, sometimes you're in control, sometimes you're not. It's scary, and I know for both of you this sounds like the worst thing ever. But you owe it to each other to at least try." 

The crockpot alarm goes off. "Are you willing to see Darlin' happy with someone else?"

He could see the alarms go off in David. "No-"

"Then try," he pleaded with David. "You both are good for each other. And you both deserve good things."

Walking past David to the crockpot to see if the beef had been cooked properly, he waited for David to come to his own conclusion. It can be tempting to spell out the answers, especially when it's as obvious as this is. But as a father and as Alpha, he needs to make sure that David can make his own decisions and live with those consequences. 

Gabe won't be around forever, and he needed to learn how to be his own man.

Silently joining him, David goes back to rolling out the dough. The determined look on his face was his answer, and he can't wait to see where it will lead.

He leaned over to whisper in David's ear.

"Can you please clean up after yourselves next time? I don't want to see your dirty clothes all over the living room."

Gabe's laughter at the expense of David's humiliation was loud enough to wake Darlin' from his bed.

[daitranscripts]

Solas Conversation: Investigate

Tell Me About Elves

Solas Masterpost

PC: I’d be interested in hearing your opinions on elven culture.

Choice dependent dialogue:

Dalish PC [1]

Sera recruited [2]

Non-Dalish PC, Sera not recruited/asking again [3]

1 - Dalish PC Solas (pre-WEWH): I thought you would be more interested in sharing your opinions of elven culture. You are Dalish, are you not? Solas (post-WEWH): After discussing the events at Halamshiral, I suspected you might speak in defense of your fellows. You are Dalish, are you not?

Dialogue options:

General: Proudly. [4] -Solas disapproves

General: Why are you so angry? [5] -Solas slightly disapproves

General: I am a true elf. [6]

4 - General: Proudly. PC: Yes, I am. The Dalish are the best hope for preserving the culture of our people. Solas: Our people. You use that phrase so casually. It should mean more… but the Dalish have forgotten that. Among other things. PC: Oh, but you know the truth, right? Solas: While they pass on stories, mangling details, I walk the Fade. I have seen things they have not. [7]

5 - General: Why are you so angry? PC: What’s your problem with the Dalish? Allergic to halla? Solas: They are children acting out stories misheard and repeated wrongly a thousand times. PC: Oh, but you know the truth, right? Solas: While they pass on stories, mangling details, I walk the Fade. I have seen things they have not. [7]

6 - General: I am a true elf. PC: My people come from the elves who refused to surrender when humans broke their treaty and destroyed the Dales. Solas: Your Keeper was not wrong about that, at least. We must mark the occasion of the Dalish remembering something correctly. Perhaps we should plant a tree. PC: You insult my people. Solas: They insult themselves. Remember, I have walked the memories of the Fade. I have seen the history the Dalish imitate. [7]

7 - Dialogue options:

General: So help them. [8] -Solas slightly disapproves

General: So teach other elves. [9] -Solas slightly disapproves

General: We are trying. Accept that. [10] +Solas slightly approves

8 - General: So help them. PC: The Dalish are trying to restore elven history. If you know something new, share it. Solas: Would your clan listen to what I had learned in my studies, my travels? Or would they mock the flat-ear and his stories, and go back to their ruins? At least you are asking. That is something. I will answer as I can. [11]

9 - General: So teach other elves. PC: Fine, you think we’re terrible. What about the alienages full of elves who aren’t Dalish? Solas: Why? What would it benefit some poor man in a Fereldan alienage to learn that his ancestors strode the land like gods? It would only make him bitter, or inspire him to take a foolish risk and get himself killed. PC: You’ve decided his reaction for him. Solas: Perhaps I have. If you have questions and believe the answers will help, ask. [11]

10 - General: We are trying. Accept that. PC: Ir abelas, hahren. If the Dalish have done you a disservice, I would make that right. What course would you set for them that is better than what they know now? Solas: (Sighs.) You are right, of course. The fault is mine, for expecting what the Dalish could never truly accomplish. Ir abelas… da’len. If I can offer any understanding, you have but to ask. [11]

11 - Scene continues.

Solas: What do you wish to know? [16]

2 - Sera recruited Solas: Perhaps you could ask Sera. She has… opinions.

Dialogue options:

General: She’s worthy of respect. [12] -Solas slightly disapproves

General: You don’t seem to like her. [13]

General: I’m not asking Sera. [14] -Solas slightly disapproves

12 - General: She’s worthy of respect. PC: Sera is part of our team. You don’t need to be snide about her. Solas: Actually, on some level, I do. She takes it better than she would take my pity… or my envy. She has a purity of purpose that I lack. I have observed too much and done too little. [15]

13 - General: You don’t seem to like her. PC: You don’t much care for Sera, do you? Solas: I pity her, although I imagine she would detest that. Perhaps, in truth, I envy her. She has a purity of purpose that I lack. I have observed too much and done too little. [15]

14 - General: I’m not asking Sera. PC: If I wanted Sera’s opinions, I’d be talking to her. Solas: And learning some colorful new idioms, no doubt. [15]

15 - Scene continues.

Solas: What do you wish to know? [16]

3 - Non-Dalish PC, Sera not recruited Solas: What do you wish to know?

16 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Tell me about ancient elves. [17]

Investigate: Tell me about the Dalish. [18] +Solas slightly approves

Investigate (Dalish PC): Tell me more of the Dalish [19]

Investigate: Tell me about city elves. [20] +Solas slightly approves

Investigate: Tell me about elven magic. [21]

General: Goodbye. [22]

17 - Investigate: Tell me about ancient elves. PC: I’d like to know more about the elves from before our time. Solas: The Dalish strive to remember Halamshiral, but Halamshiral was merely a fumbling attempt to recreate a forgotten land. PC: Arlathan. Solas: Elvhenan was the empire, and Arlathan its greatest city. A place of magic and beauty, lost to time. \ Dialogue options:

Special: What else? [22] +Solas slightly approves

[Back to 16]

22 - Special: What else? PC: You’ve studied ancient elves. What else do you know of Arlathan? Solas: We hear stories of them living in trees and imagine wooden ramps or Dalish aravels. Imagine instead spires of crystal twining through the branches, palaces floating among the clouds. Imagine beings who lived forever, for whom magic was as natural as breathing. That is what was lost. [back to 16]

18 - Investigate: Tell me about the Dalish. PC: I’d like to know more about Dalish elves. Solas: It is a mistake to think of the Dalish as a single group. They have lived as separate clans for centuries now. As a consequence, each clan has learned, interpreted, and forgotten different parts of elven history. Some trade freely with humans or adopt city elves who flee the alienages. Others attack humans on sight. [back to 16]

19 - Investigate: Tell me more of the Dalish PC: Are all Dalish elves like my clan? Solas: No. Your clan was unique in having enough interest in human affairs to send you to spy upon the Divine’s meeting. As your clans have been separate for so long, they have all changed, adapting to the lands in which they live. Some are no more than bandits, others trade freely with humans, and some have disappeared entirely into the forests. [back to 16]

20 - Investigate: Tell me about city elves. PC: What can you tell me about elves living in human cities? Solas: The culture in alienages or among the slaves of Tevinter is like any of the impoverished and powerless. They cling to memories of a better past and practice a few rituals to distinguish themselves from humans. [back to 16]

21 - Investigate: Tell me about elven magic. PC (Dalish mage PC): Is the magic they teach in the Circle different from the magic I learned with my people? PC (human mage PC): I’ve heard tales that Dalish magic is different from the magic I learned in the Circle. PC (non-mage/Qunari mage PC): Is elven magic different from the magic used by humans?

Solas: No and yes. Magic is magic, just as water is water, but it can be used in different ways. Dalish magic is more practical, not needing Chantry approval, although they still frown on blood magic. Superstition. Much of it is more subtle, a legacy from when elves were immortal.

Dialogue options:

Special: Was immortality due to magic? [23] +Solas slightly approves

Special: About blood magic… [24] +Solas slightly approves

[Back to 16]

23 - Special: Was immortality due to magic? PC: The legends of elven immortality… did they use magic to increase their lifespan? Solas: No, it was simply part of being elven. The subtle beauty of their magic was the effect, not the cause, of their nature. Some spells took years to cast. Echoes would linger for centuries, harmonizing with new magic in an unending symphony. It must have been beautiful. [back to 16]

24 - Special: About blood magic… PC: You said that the censure against blood magic was a superstition… Solas: I did. It’s fortunate Cassandra is not within earshot. Most modern cultures forbid blood magic. Publicly, even Tevinter disapproves of it. But as I said, magic is magic. It matters only in how it is used.

Dialogue options:

General (non-necromancer mage PC): Blood magic seems interesting. [25]

General: Blood magic is evil. [26] -Solas disapproves

General: I don’t mind blood magic. [27]

25 - General: Blood magic seems interesting. PC: I’d be interested in learning more about blood magic. Solas: I would teach you, if I knew it. Unfortunately, using blood magic seems to make it more difficult to enter the Fade. You understand why I have never bothered to learn it. A shame, as it is extremely powerful. Provided it remains a tool, not a crutch… nor a passion. [back to 16]

26 - General: Blood magic is evil. PC: Every time I’ve seen blood magic used, it has been for some evil purpose. Solas: I once saw a woman stabbed in the stomach with a dagger. She died slowly, in agony. It was repulsive. If the Chantry outlawed daggers, would that stop people from using them? Of course not. Some would use daggers in secret, ashamed, and some would find rebellion titillating, a step down the path of depravity.

Dialogue options:

General: That metaphor doesn’t work. [28]

General: The alternative is Tevinter. [29]

General: Fine. They’re still evil. [30]

28 - General: That metaphor doesn’t work. PC: You don’t need to sacrifice a slave’s life to make a dagger. Solas: I suppose it depends upon the dagger. How many men have you killed while fighting for the Inquisition? How many more will you kill out of necessity? And if blood magic could help you? Well, it matters little to me. I do not use it, but I do not think it evil. [back to 16] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 29 - General: The alternative is Tevinter. PC: So we should allow blood magic to be used freely? It works so well for the Imperium! Solas: Tevinter’s foundation stones are the bones of ancient elves with slave-blood for the mortar. It is an example of nothing more than gilded savagery. Pitiable, in a way. They always succeed through power, so they have never had the chance to learn another way. [back to 16] ㅤㅤ ㅤ 30 - General: Fine. They’re still evil. PC: It doesn’t matter how they arrived there. Most blood mages use their power for the wrong reasons. Solas: Yes, but not all. I once saw a blood mage healer who would shed her own blood to close a patient’s wounds. Although, admittedly, you are unlikely to find her here. [back to 16]

27 - General: I don’t mind blood magic. PC: To be honest, I don’t see it as different from any other magic. It’s a means to an end. Solas: Indeed. The problem is that, under the Chantry, blood magic is forbidden, so only criminals practice it. While in Tevinter, magisters compete with each other instead of keeping their volatile friends in check. They always succeed through power, so they have never had the chance to learn another way. [back to 16]

22 - General: Goodbye. PC: We’ll talk later. Solas: Goodbye.

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

omg you should totally write a story where eq wants to make gk jealous by flirting with badwolf

I’m so so sorry if this fic is really shitty, I was writing/editing while on the plane and then I got logged out of my account

But anyway I do hope this isn’t to bad and again I sincerely apologize if it is

Have a great day!!

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The evil queen was not happy and while that may have seemed normal for her she was unhappy for reason that seemed so… so foolish to someone like her. She was unhappy because boyfriend was apparently ‘to busy’ to see her with his summer exams coming up.

She couldn’t understand why that seemed to take more of his time than her, wasn’t she supposed to be everything and anything he focused on? And if that was the case why did he blow her off again to study after she had finally managed to pry him away from his textbooks.

So at last she had enough.

If he wanted to focus all his attention to ink on paper than maybe she could… distract him by paying all her attention to a certain fellow future villain. The evil queen didn’t regard the big bad wolf as one of her ‘friends’ in the least, but after he’d started to date her roommate (little red riding hood) they’d come to know each other more and more.

She didn’t think it was a necessaraly bad thing, as a fellow villain he could match her bad attitude as well as anyone could when coming up against the evil queen. So the had forged an alliance of sorts, they helped each other out when needed while still staying out of each other’s business.

It was the perfect way to get the good king to take his damned eyes away from the parchment and onto her. So here she was now walking into the castleteria with her head held high and her flaming eyes ignoring the good king as he patted the seat next to him.

The evil queen rolled her eyes internally, so now he wanted her to sit next to him? No, she didn’t think so. She’d make him suffer for putting paper above her. Instead the evil queen walked to the opposite side of the table and slid in the seat next to Wolf.

The evil queen smirked as she saw the good kings eyes furrow as he looked over the two, ��so sweetheart how-.” The evil queen cut him of as she rested her head on her hand while turning to look at Wolf.

“Do you work out?” Wolf stopped for a second as the words registered in his mind, he turned to look at her in confusion. He was about to ask her what she meant when he saw the message in her gaze, softly smirking Wolf stretched his arms out while flexing them, the muscles accentuating and his beings popping out.

“No. It comes with the wolf genes.” He made another show of flexing his arms in front of her face. The evil queen had to hold in her scoff as her gaze flitted to the good king just quick enough to capture his reaction.

The good king to his credit wouldn’t seem bothered by all those around. But the evil queen could see the muscle ticking between his brows and his jaw clench as he peeked at Wolf and his girlfriend ever so often. “Really? That is so… interesting.”

The evil queen ran her nail down Wolfs vein as he brought his bicep closer for her to look at. The evil queen with a pretend glee, perked up and started running her hands through his hair while her eyes trailed to the good king.

The fork in his hand was now bent at an awkward angle and his eyes had turned darker than before, “are you watching the bookball game tonight?” The good king tried to divert attention away but the evil queen jumped at the opportunity.

“Oh I think you’d make a wonderlandifull book ball player. You should definitely try out.” She made a big show of biting her lip as she slid closer to Wolf who looked ready to burst out laughing as he looked at the more than unimpressed look on the good kings face.

“You know what they say bookball players have the best arms.” Nobody actually said that, bu the evil queen doubted that the good king actually knew that. I mean if he spent all that time looking at stupid ink on paper she was sure he’d not know that it false.

“Sweetheart.” The good kings voice had an edge that even the evil queen was surprised to hear. “How about we go for a picnic tonight?” The evil queen smirked internally as she pretend to think it over for a while before answering.

“No can do. I’m going to go watch Wolf do some… sparring!” Wolf and the good king looked at the evil queen in confusion, the latter speaking out first. “No I’m not- I mean yeah sorry man but I need to borrow her for a while.”

Wolf put his arm around the evil queen for emphasis while rubbing his leg from where she had kicked him moments previously. The good king gritted his teeth while his mind swirled, he knew that she wasn’t the one to cheat even despite her destiny to be evil.

So he was more aggravated with the lack of attention she gave him compared to Wolf. The evil queen suppressed a little smile as she saw his reaction, all she needed now was for him to follow the bate.

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The good king scrunched a piece of parchment and threw it in the bin as he sighed. Since the encounter at lunch he’d been agitated and full of jealousy seeing someone else so close to his girlfriend.

He wasn’t usually a jealous guy, but seeing her and Wolf together… they looked so right like they made sense. Him and the evil queen didn’t and that hurt him.

It wasn’t just the jealousy, it was also the fact that if the evil queen and the big bad wolf did decide to date nobody would question it. They were two destined villains, while him and her…

Dropping his head against the table, the good king groaned but just as he was about to continue with his assignment he heard the distinct laugh of the evil queen.

The sound reverberated within him and unconsciously he was getting up from his seat. His body wanting to see what made her laugh without his mind realizing.

He took a few steps out the library, making sure to he as quite as possible as he perked around the corner.

As he did all thoughts of insecurity left his head and instead was replaced by a deep burning anger and jealousy.

Just ahead he saw Wolf and his girlfriend sitting together by the schools entrance. The evil queen had her arm wrapped around Wolfs shoulders as he explained some sort of joke.

The closeness of the two itched at his mind and as they walked out towards the forest his envy and jealousy got the better of him.

He followed close behind, teeth gritted and jaw clenched as he continued to watch the encounter. He prided himself in being a level headed man but at this moment the only thing he wanted was so break Wolfs head against the tree.

What he didn’t realize was that the evil queen was well aware of his presence and was boasting in the jealousy he radiated.

The evil queen thought with satisfaction that she’d have to tease and rile him up more often. Something about his jealous nature took deep root in her heart.

Pretending to laugh once again the evil Queen ‘tripped’ and waited for Wolfs animal reflex’s to catch her as she smirked at him while quickly glancing over her shoulder.

The good kings knuckles had turned white and the veins in his forehead jumped out. I was clear to all he’d had enough.

With that final thought, the good king jogged over to the pair. He didn’t think it over as he grabbed his girlfriend by the hand and pulled behind his back as he glared at the big bad wolf.

The evil queen from behind him finally let her face erupt into a smirk that rivaled the Cheshire cats while she let the scene unfold.

“Don’t you have houses to huff and puff down.” The words came out in a soft growl as the good king looked at Wolf with distaste.

Wolf furrowed his brows his hands clenching, sure he didn’t care about his destiny that much but he found it disrespectful when someone deliberately got it wrong.

“Don’t you have a mirror to stare out trophy husb-.” The evil Queen cut both of as she let her magic erupt around her.

“Enough. Wolf I’ll see you tomorrow.” Without an other word she dragged the good king back to the castle. He followed glad for her attention to finally be on him.

The evil queen thought the same as they stopped beside a dark empty corridor. “I’m glad I finally got you away from those stupid books.”

Before he could question her, their mouths met in a long and passionate kiss. They soon got lost in each other and ignored the rest of the world as they stood in that hallway mouths locked.

Yes. She decided, she really did like his jealous side.

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I do hope it wasn’t to bad

Just a quick reminder since I’m getting back on schedule after traveling please hold of any requests until my routine is normal again

Anyway hope you enjoyed and have a great dayyy!!

[onskepa]

Syawn ch 6: skxom hunt pt 2

Syawn series

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“Tan Jala, make our clan proud. You will be against a strong warrior, but you are our very best. May Eywa guide you to the grand reward” the Olo’eyktan of the Tipani clan spoke. 

Tan Jala, a mighty warrior and the best of the best in the proud Tipani clan. Atan has learned much from Tan Jala, which resulted in skilled athletic attributes. 

The young prince sees the conversation happening but not really focusing on the words. 

“My son, are you still deep in thought?” his mother asks as she places a hand on his shoulder. Atan nods, “yes. I promise I will tell you what it is but for now…”, “I understand. There are many things in our lives we can't seem to figure out. But, don't rush it. Take your time, let Eywa assist you in ways that I cannot. Know my son, your father and I love you. Any doubts, or questions, please dont be afraid to seek help”. 

“Yes mother, I promise” atan replies, a hopefully smile grows on his young face. 

“It's time to go” atan hears his father say, and all follow. 

“You got this, let this be the final hunt to settle everything once and for all. Don't let anything distract you '' Jake tells neteyam. As to motivate and encourage his son. 

Neteyam nods, firm and sharp. Highly focused. 

“And don't do anything foolish. Remember your training, the sky is our territory, make use of the winds” Neytiri adds. 

“And PLEASE for the love of Eywa, be careful. Even if things might not go the way you want, your safety is more important than the hunt” Syawn finished. 

Neteyam hugs his parents and syawn, giving one last look at them, he makes his way towards Tan Jala who was waiting for him. 

O’ame, being the loud spokesman again, does she speak for everyone to hear. 

“Oh great, loud mouth O’ame will be presenting” Lu’lafyon says, which caused Syawn to smack him at the back of his head. 

“Be nice, she likes to be heard,” Syawn mentions. 

Lu’law was again holding the camera, capturing her dad and Tan Jala shaking hands firmly. “Oooooh there is heavy tension between them” she narrates. 

Neteyam and Tan Jala hops on their ikrans and both roar out, ready to begin. The Tipani and the Oamtikaya roar out with them. As to show support for their fellow members. 

The ikrans take flight, and both soar into the sky, arrows ready to strike. 

Lu’law handed the camera over to Lu’tstunwi as she was currently occupied searching for the Tipani prince. Hard to look when there is many in similar clothing. 

“Looking for someone?” 

She turns to see lo’ak eyeing her a bit suspiciously. “Oh he better not…”. 

“Just looking for a good reaction from the crowd uncle loki. Cant I do that?” Lu’law asks. They have a slight stare off before tsireya turns to see that. She makes a slight face, “ma’lo’ak stop. Leave your niece alone. Look, neteyam is in the lead”. 

Lo’ak gives one last look at lu’law and focuses on the hunt. 

The young girl sighs quietly and continues to search for Atan. Ever since their little hang out, she was tempted to see him again. Preparing to go directly to him after the round. And hopefully do more flights with him. As friends of course. 

“AND THE WINNER IS NETEYAM SULLY OF THE OMATIKAYA!!” O’ame shouts in glee while raising neteyam’s hand high in the air. All of the omatikaya shouted his name, happy and proud he completed his hunt. 

“THAT'S OUR DAD!!!” the triplets shouted as they aggressively shook each other. 

Lu’law looks over and sees Tan Jala walking towards his clan, there the olo’eyktan console him while atan was beside him. The prince didn't look happy. Secretly she felt bad but, how can she go over there and say “hi, sorry my dad beat your best guy” or something like that. 

“Lu’law! Come on! Let's take a picture!” she heard tuk shout for her. Taking one last look at atan, she heads over. 

Night reached, and many have na’vi have settled for another night of resting. But for some, adventure just begun. 

After having a nice dinner, Lu’law was quick to leave her family’s tent and in search of Atan. There is a long list of things she wants to talk about with him. He was like a breath of fresh air. Something new and interesting to her. And hopefully, they can continue to talk ever after the hunt. 

“Ahahahaha!! So for the whole day you just scared them like that?” Atan asked while trying to calm himself after a fit of laughs. 

“Hahaha! It was easy back then since we were little and our voices were identical. So fooling anyone was just utter fun for us” lu’law answers in glee as she recalls a fun memory from her childhood. 

“Being a triplet has its merits and great ideas to fool people. I love my brothers very much, but sometimes it is nice to just, you know, have your own identity. Be someone you can be ya know?” she goes on. 

Atan looks at her before looking down at his reflection from the waters. “Being someone that everyone recognizes is good. Yes. But sometimes it is also good to be someone that shares the same face as everyone else”. 

“Oh…being the son of the olo’eyktan and tsahik does make you stand out” lu’law says while looking at Atan’s overall look. “But arent you special in a way?” Atan asks her. The girl humms at the thought. “Well, a tiny bit, yes. But our people treat me and my brothers the same as they treat everyone else. As equals.” 

Atan’s eyes sparkle at the thought, “must be nice”. “Alright then, what is your life like” lu’law asks. Atan rubs his arms a bit and shits slightly from where he was sitting. 

“Everywhere I go, people treat me like someone fragile. Someone that has to be protected, and given high expectations to meet. Like I am some miracle blessed upon them. Anything I do or say is often judged, Which results in me not having friends” Atan confesses. 

“Oh…well then…can I be your friend?” Lu’law asks with a playful wink. Atan blushes and looks at her with soft eyes, “yes…I would like that”. 

A gentle hum is heard in the main Tipani tent, where the tsahik is making more healing items. Letting the cool air tingle her smooth skin, she halts for a moment. The flaps of the tent open, and it welcomes an Atokirina. In its floating grace, the atokrina lands on Atan’s treasured bow. It stays there for a few seconds and off it flies into the night sky. 

The tsahik looks at her son's bow, the little scene replaying in her mind. Processing and trying to understand what the message means. Collapsing her hands together in prayer, she speaks to her great mother. 

“Ma’eywa, What plans you have for my son, I trust you with my heart. May his path be open for you”. 

“And then you twist and go under the third string, and repeat the process” 

Lu’law was teaching Atan a specific weaving pattern as means to hold liquids. He looks at her work in fascination. “The pattern is far different than what my clan weaves. Your clan are clever” he comments. Lu’law blushes slightly. 

“Oh this pattern isn't from Omatikaya, it's from the Metkayina clan. Grandfather tonowari personally taught me” she happily states. 

Atan blinks at that, “you mentioned a few clans now, how well involved are you with them?” he asks. Curiosity at its peak. 

“Well, my family is really close to the Metkayina clan, my uncle loki permanently lives in Awa’atlu with my aunt tsireya. But often he comes to visit. Or during warmer times, we go visit them, especially when the tulkun returns. Oh! And the Tyrangi clan are just as close as the metkayina, of course because of their olo’eykte, Ikenyi. She is a great leader and would visit them from time to time. Or them visiting us. There is also the Olangi clan, but only on special occasions do our clans meet. But the Kekunan clan, we are really close with that clan through our love for our ikrans. They have a nice sense of humor” lu’law closes her explanation with a happy smile on her face. 

“Wow…you are lucky. I never met other clans unless I came to this hunt. It must be nice to have connections with others' ' atan says while grabbing a stick and swirling it in the water. 

Lu’law scooted much closer, their shoulders touching. “Well,  start with me and my family. The Omatikaya. And who knows, we will see who is next”. 

Atan felt warmth in his heart. Lu’law truly is someone unique. Despite knowing him for a short time, she is ready to open a new experience for him. And he will treasure that forever. 

The following night, Atan was setting his things before leaving to see lu’law again. This time more excited, as it means to meet new people, she will start by introducing him to her brothers. Eager to get there faster, he shoves things in a rather messy way. 

The tsahik notices his urgency, and gets closer to her son. “Ma’itan, what has gotten you to be in such a hurry?” she asks. “Sa’nok, I wanted to wait a bit but, guess what? I made a friend” Atan answers with such happiness and glee. 

The tsahik gasps and hugs her son tightly, letting a bit of laughter escape her lips. “Oh ma’itan I am so happy! Your smile is more radiant than before. Is your friend a good person?”. 

Atan nods fast, “oh more than good! She has shown me many new things I never knew before! Sa’nok, she treats me like any other na’vi, doesn't treat me anything special, just another person. And I have come to enjoy that. Forgetting who I am when I am around her” he confesses. 

This brought tears to his mother, bringing him in for a hug she says, “atan my precious child. Words can't express what I am feeling. Your prayers to Eywa has finally been answered. I am glad”. 

Atan blushes at his mothers and hugs her more. May Eywa grant him the true bliss of friendship. 

“Ok you two, try not to make a fool out of me, our clan, or out of yourselves” Lu’law warns while pointing at her brothers. Lu’lafyon shrugs. “Come on sis, you know us. We won't do anything embarrassing in front of you” Lu’tstunwi says. 

“Mhm” lu’law eyes her brothers in suspicious manner. “Whatever, don't overwhelm him. Oh, and try not to mention a lot of human technology, or anything in general”. 

Lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi looked at her in slight confusion, “why not?” they both ask in unison. 

“He is from the Tipani clan” lu’law answers as a matter of fact way. 

“Oooohh” 

“Yeah. He already expressed his opinions on them. So try to limit it on it” she adds. “Sis, even though that clan has clearly expressed their disinterest with anything human related. How did your new friend accept you? Since, you know, got human blood in you, in all of us” Lu’lafyon asks. 

“I think he was willing to push past that. At least what I suspect, but I won't push him on that” lu’law says. 

The three walk further to the meeting spot lu’law and atan agreed. And speaking of which, he was there, ready. 

“ATAN!!” lu’law shouts to get his attention. Atan turns around to see her and smiles happily, he makes his way towards the triplets. “Hope we didn't make you wait long” lu’law says as she greets her friend. Atan shakes his head, “not at all”. 

“Good, well, Atan, these are my brothers, lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi” lu’law introduces. The boys each greet the tipani prince. “Nice to finally meet you. Our sister here wouldn't shut up about you” lu’lafyon teases. This made lu’law blush, as well as atan. 

“Shut up!” lu’law shouted.  Lu’lafyon only stuck his tongue out to her. 

As the siblings bicker, Atan took a good look at the three. And indeed they were three of a kind. Same eye shapes, eyebrows, identical blue stripes, 5 fingers and toes, down to their manners. All identical. Truly amazing, at least to atan. 

“My love, have you seen the triplets?” Neteyam asks as he enters his tent. Syawn was in the middle of weaving when she stopped to look at him. “Yes, they left to meet a friend,” she answers. 

This piqued the interest of neteyam. “A friend? Who?” he asks. Syawn just smiles, “a friend” she repeats. Neteyam sits behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Both snuggling in each other's warmth and comfort. 

“They didn't tell me anything about a friend, '' Neteyam says with a slight pout on his lips. This expression made syawn giggles a bit. “They were in a hurry as they told me, they wanted to fly their ikrans with their friend”. 

“And who is this friend? Someone we know?” neteyam asks more. “I am not sure, they didn't give me much details before running of” syawn says as she continues to weave. Neteyam hums at her words, frowning a bit. “They are being secretive then. I am not sure if I am alright with that”. 

Syawn stopped her weaving to turn around and face her beloved mate. “Have you forgotten what we were like at their age? Sneaking around, keeping secrets, and doing our own thing?” She reminds her husband. 

Feeling nostalgia, he pulls his mate closer. “Yes, how could I forget, but at that time we were-”. Neteyam stops himself, coming to a realization as his eyes widen and tail swaying. Syawn quickly catched on, “no! No no no no! No! They are not doing what you are thinking” she quickly said. But that didn't reassure neteyam. If anything, it only made him more suspicious. “Syan, it is like you said. What if they are repeating the same things we did? Have they found someone? My sons? My daughter? Who out there is even worthy to be near lu’law? What if-” 

“Sssshhhh…” Syawn silences him with her finger on his lips. Her warm smile slowed his panic, “A friend, they are going to meet a friend. Nothing more, and nothing less” was all she said.

“Trust in our kids, especially lu’law”.

“Are you sure about this lu’law?” Atan asks, a bit unsure. Lu’law pats him on the shoulder, “positive” she answers. 

They were near the mountains that hosted all of the ikrans. 

“Ichi!” 

“San!” 

“Kenny!: 

Three identical roars were heard. From the starlights, three ikrans flew towards them, each landing in front of the triplet. Atan stood in amazement. As if things couldn't be more amazing, the three ikrans were exactly the same. Same colors, same pattern, same everything. 

The triplets were welcoming their ikrans, petting them and giving them kisses. “Interesting names your ikrans have. I never heard names like those before” Atan says. “Thanks, we got the names from watching godzilla-OW!” lu’lafyon shouts in pain as lu’tstunwi elbows him hard in the stomach. 

“Ignore what he said, my brother can be very yappy at times” lu’law says. Atan nods at that and calls for his ikran, srew. And the four took flight, letting their ikrans dance together as they get to know srew, their new friend.

After some time, the four young na’vi departed as it was getting late. Atan returned with a wide smile that might as well be permanent. Being quiet while sneaking back inside, he lays in his hammock. The night was fun! The triplets were very kind and considerate of him. Especially lu’law. 

Just thinking about her makes him blush. She has done much for him, it is only fair he returns the favor. Perhaps a gift? Yes, a gift will do wonderfully. 

Atan drifts off to sleep, thinking what can be good to give his new friend. 

“You three are late” neteyam says as soon as the triplets made it home. The three stood still, not expecting their dad to confront them. Syawn was behind neteyam, her face remaining neutral. 

“How was your time with your new friend?” 

Syawn’s face wasn't neutral anymore. 

“Traitor” The triplets thought. 

“Sorry dad, we were caught up in some games and other stuff that we lost track of time” Lu’law explains. “Oh really? And who is this friend by the way?” Neteyam pushes more. Syawn placed a hand on his shoulder. “Nete, we talked about this. Dont pressure her or any of our children” she says. 

“If you have to know, my new friend is kind, respectful, fun, and very open minded in new things. Hell, lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi where with me. They met my friend” lu’law explains, hoping it was enough to satisfy her dad. 

The brothers nod in unison as to confirm. 

Neteyam sighs, finally letting it go. “Alright, as long as they are not hurting you, or mistreating you, then I am fine with it”. This made lu’law smile and hug him. 

“Yeah, he is super cool” lu’lafyon says. 

“HE?!” 

Oh shit. 

“Sooooo….” Ti’ong trails. 

“Soooo….” tuk add. 

“So? I look ridiculous! I can't go anywhere with this thing on my head!” Lu’law yells in frustration. Behind her, she could hear the laugh and cackles of her brothers as they take her embarrassment to their amusement. 

On top of her head was a taped camera stuck to an old military helmet onced used for avatars. “And what's worse, my dad is looking at everything! Fucking hell!” Lu’law curses out. A slight beep was heard from the camera. “Language lu’law” neteyam says. 

This made her brothers laugh even harder, to the point they fall down on their backs while holding their stomachs. “Oh you think its funny huh?” Lu’law growls. Tuk got closer to examine it. “Well it seems he made sure it was stuck for good. I'm sure he had help from your grandpa” tuk says. This made lu’law groan in misery. 

“What am I going to do? I am going to hang out with atan in an hour! I dont want him to see this junk on my head. Especially with dad seeing everything I do”. 

“Was it really necessary neteyam?” syawn looks at her husband with some disappointment in her eyes. The man in question was smiling rather proudly as he fist bumped with lo’ak. “Yes, very, that way I will know what she is doing, where she is doing, and make sure that no man will-” 

“Neteyam. I think you are overreacting, they are just friends” syawn states. “With all due respect syawn, this isn't overreacting. Lu’law is a young girl, while strong yes, but she is vulnerable” lo’ak says. Sighing, syawn sits in front of them. “Lu’law isn't a little girl anymore. She can stand her ground.Heck, the boy isn't even courting her. Just because lu’law has a male friend doesn't mean anything. Jake didn't stop kiri and spider being friends for a long time”. 

“Yes but look where that led to” lo’ak answers quickly, with neteyam nodding. Syawn rolls her eyes and shakes her head.` `Nothing good comes out of it. I am sure of that!” lo’ak says.  “You two are so stubborn” with that, she left them alone. Perhaps more evidence should prove them wrong.

Atan paced back and forth in a nervous frienzie. Srew shakes her head to see her rider acting like such a nerve wreck. 

In his hands holds a gift he was to give to lu’law. In his mind, so many made up scenarios Each one more worse than the last. 

“No no, she will like it. I know she will. Wait, but what if-” 

“ATAN!” 

His thoughts were cut by the sound of lu’laws voice. Seeing her in view made Atan feel better all of a sudden, His inner thoughts gone, and relief came over him. Holding the gift firmly in his hands, he walks over. 

“Hey, what do you wanna do”

“I brought you something” 

Both lu’law and atan spoke over each other. They chuckled at the funny moment. Lu’law gestured him to speak first. 

Still feeling nervous, he handed the little package to lu’law, “I brought you something. As a thank you for last night”. 

Lu’law gasped a bit, not expecting such a surprise. “Atan, you didnt have to give me anything. Just being with you is more than enough for me” she says. This made atan blush a deep purple. 

“S-still, as a token of appreciation. For helping me meet other clan members, like your siblings” he says while trying to keep his cool. Lu’law giggles at that, “oh trust me, they were just the beginning. I plan for you to meet more”. 

Atan’s ears and tail twitched at the idea. 

“E-either way! Take it, I hope it is to your fitting” he says. 

Lu’law rolls her eyes, “alright, if you insist. Thank you” she takes the gift in her hands. Unwrapping the carefully woven leaves, it revealed a marvelous bracelet. This made her gasp at its beauty. 

The bracelet was woven in the Tipani style, colorful beads carefully embedded along with a light pink feather in the center under the beautiful beads. A style that she hasn't seen before. So she places it above her head, letting the sunlight shine among the beads, revealing their beautiful colors. 

“Oh atan, it is beautiful! I promise I will forever treasure it and never take it off!” Lu’law declares as she puts the bracelet on her wrist. It fitted like a glove. 

Atan was so happy! To see lu’law smile was truly a blessing. The curves of her lips when exposing her pretty white teeth was something. The view made his heart thump like never before. 

“I am so glad, I was worried that you wouldn't like it,” he confessed. “Like it? Atan, I LOVE it!” lu’law replies with glee. Hearing his name come out of her voice was pleasuring. Atan wishes to hear more of it. 

Lu’law grabs his hand and leads him somewhere, to start another journey together.

And for days it has been like that. Everyday lu’law and atan would meet in a specific area and go on an adventure. And every day, Atan would gift lu’law something new. Each gift more extravagant than the last. 

And for days Atan’s feelings grow more clear and more strong. Too afraid to confess to lu’law, in fear that she will reject him. And so far, Atan hasnt told anyone about his feelings, not even his mother. 

Until now that is. 

Laying on his hammock, Atan gazes at the sunset, the orange and purple hues painting the sky. 

His mother noticed his odd silence and walked over to him. “My son, will you go to meet your friend?” she asks softly. Atan turns to her and nods with a little blush. “Yes, in a bit but mother…there is something I have to ask” he says with hesitance in his voice. His mother scoots closer, all ears on him. 

“How did you and father fall in love?” he asks. 

Oh this turned more interesting. 

Laying beside her son, and gaze at the sky, a smile crept up to the tsahiks lips. Fond memories play back in her mind. 

“Where do I even begin?” she asks. 

“From the beginning” Atan replies as if it was the most obvious thing. His mother giggled and pinched his nose. “Very well” 

She takes a moment and begins to tell her story. 

“Your father and I were arranged. We just passed our iknimaya and your grandmother saw potential in me. While I did strive to be a good healer, she saw beyond. And proceeded to train me. At an early point I met your father. He was a bit hesitant but never rejected me. And I didn't reject him. Skeptic yes, but I wanted to see where it would go” . 

Atan’s ears peaked up, he had his full attention on her. 

“It was a bit odd and strange for us to be together at communal dinners, and certain celebrations. However, not once did your father mistreat me. In fact, he respected me. If I wanted to hunt, or create my own weapons, he didn't stop me. If anything, he searched for the best materials for me. It was his way of showing he sees me as someone more than just a potential mate. He courted me, gave me unique yet simple gifts. We would even hunt together. And I of course began to show him the same level of effort as he did with me. I made sure his weapons were well maintained, made batches of healing materials should he come to me with wounds. And learned what he liked best in his meals. Love didn't happen overnight, my child. Love takes time to grow, develop, and explore. And love is something to be nourished and tended to. The love your father and I have is blissful. And I can't imagine a life without him”. 

Atan looked at her with great amazement. Yes, their love story isn't unique or one of a kind, but it was honest and pure. 

“What made you so curious ma’atan?” the mother asks. 

Atan looks down, afraid to tell the reason. But it didn't take long for the tsahik to figure it out. 

“My son, do you perhaps have feelings for someone?” hope hinted in her voice. 

“W-well…I am still trying to figure that out myself. You see….she is kind, sweet and very caring. Very open to express how she feels and isn't afraid to try anything new. And she shows me so many things. Taught me methods and learn new ways to go around in the forest, and fields. I have seen things that isn't seen often in our forests. And I like that. I like how she introduces me to new idealis, concepts, and skills. *sighs* and everytime I am with her, my heart beats faster, my words tangle, and my mind can't be focused. And I think I-” 

“Might be in love?” his mother finished. 

Atan nods shyly, “yes…I really really like her mother”. 

The tsahik hugged her son and squeals in happiness. “Oh my son! My heart skips in joy! Oh we should should tell your father!”. 

“No! Not yet at least, I want to confess to her first, before anything is set…I will try to confess and if she accepts me, I wish to court her” Atan says with determination. His mother blinks at this news. 

“Ma’atan, are you certain?” she asks. 

And atan nods, more confident. 

“Very well, tell me. Who is the one who captured my son's heart?” 

Lu’law was humming in glee as she helps her mother and Tsireya prepare dinner. The two women noticed her high spirits and smiling constantly. For days Lu’law was in a good mood constantly. Wasn't talking in a loud voice often, being more calm and docile. She didn't even try to hide it as everyone knew the obvious change. Especially her brothers who knew the reason behind it. 

Tsireya and Syawn shared a look and turned to Lu’law. “You certainly have been very joyfull these past few days, my child. Any particular reason?” Syawn asks in a teasing manner. The sudden question made Lu’law become silent for a moment, a blush creeping to her cheeks. 

“Nothing special. I just enjoy being here, much like everyone else. Nothing wrong with just being happy” Lu’law says, albeit a bit defensively. Trying to be calm as she chops pieces of meat. 

“Are you sure it's not because of a certain Tipani na’vi~?” Syawn asks. 

Lu’law almost chopped off her finger. 

Tisreya giggles but surprised, “a Tipani? My, they are a very reserved clan” she comments. “Not all of them! There are a few exceptions…” Lu’law defends while rubbing her arm. The two women smiled at her little manners. Oh they know the behavior very well. 

The women stopped what they were doing and huddled closer to Lu’law. “Sweet one, it is ok to be honest. Especially with your feelings. Hiding your feelings will get you nowhere. Believe me”. 

Lu’law pondered at her mothers words and hummed a bit in thought. Tsireya pushed a bit of lu’law hair back, tucking it behind her ear, “can we at least know the reason behind your bright smiles?” she asks. 

Taking a deep breath, Lu’law mentally prepares herself, “it is my friend. And yes, he is from the Tipani clan. You see, ever since I met him, things have been fun. More fun than usual. He is a bit shy, and hesitant but he is a good person. When I am with him, life is more calm, still adventurous yet the pace is slow in a good way. When I show him things, he responds with his gratitude. I don't ask for anything yet he insists. That is something I have come to admire. I give him something, and he returns the gesture. He is just…..kind. And every time I am with him, my brain turns into tv static, my heart jumps, and my focus isn't focusing”. 

Syawn and Tsireya listened very closely as they shared a look. They knew very well where this could lead to. 

“Little one, it seems as though…you are growing feelings for this Tipani boy” Tsireya says with a hopeful smile. Lu’law blinks rapidly, processing her words. “What? No, no that can't be right” Lu’law says, a bit in denial. 

Syawn pulls her daughter into her arms and gently rocks her back and forth. “Ma’Lu’law, it is ok. It may be confusing, a bit scary even. But having feelings for someone you are close to is alright as well. Normal”. 

“But I have only known him for almost a full week now” Lu’law says. Tsireya then adds, “even if it is for a short time of getting to know them. It is normal. Our emotions can be unpredictable at times but if it is something that our hearts desire, feelings will grow for that special someone”. 

Lu’law slowly nods, taking her mother and aunts words. 

“I think I get it now” 

“Wonderful! Um, if it is alright, who is this friend of yours?” Tsireya asks gently. 

“His name is atan, the Tipani prince” 

“Oh shit-”

The following day, Atan was once again preparing some items when his father walked up to him, “Atan” he calls with his stern voice. 

The boy quickly turned to face his father, all his attention now turned to the olo’eyktan. The man in question looked up and down at his son, taking in every detail of his son. “These past few days you have been absent after the trials. Where do you go that is more important than attending to your clan duties?” he asks. 

This was something Atan was afraid to confront with his father. To explain the reasons behind his constant absence. 

“Father, any service I offer is of no use as many have no need for it. I would be wasting my time doing nothing when I could be doing something else more useful” He claims. 

The olo’eyktan then asks, “and what is more important than being with your own clan?” 

“Do I tell him?” Atan thinks to himself. 

The leader frowned even more as he continues, “You have done nothing in my eyes, have you done any training since we arrived? I think not, you wander around like some arrow deer. I brought you here to-” 

“I made a friend” Atan blurted out. 

There was a moment of silence, a moment that felt longer. 

“What was that?” The olo’eyktan asks, his voice calm but not pleased. 

“I m-made a friend, we have been friends for a good while. She is kind and good to me, and I have learned so much-” 

“A friend? My son, how many times must I tell you? Any and all young na’vi will only use you to gain recognition and have any form of status. Which is why I appoint who is worthy to even be by your side” Atan’s father says, dissuading what atan said. 

The young prince shook his head, “no father, my friend, she is kind. She has shown me things that I could never see again in a lifetime, we rode our ikrans together, introduced me to different clans and their people. I learned more from her than I will back home” Atan states. 

His father hums quietly, from being dismissal to now being interested he asks, “and who is this friend you praise so much?”. 

There was a moment of silence before Atan reveals the name. 

“Her name is Lu’law Sully, the famous triplet of the Omatikaya…and is the grand daughter of Toruk Makto”

This time, Lu’law was waiting for atan at the agreed area. Her tail sways in a playful manner, playing with her hands as her heart makes leaps. After talking with her mother and aunt, lu’law has come to the conclusion of her true feelings for atan. She has fallen for the Tipani prince. And did she fall hard after the realization. 

There were many things running in her mind at once. 

Will she tell atan? If so, how? Now? Later? Never? 

So many scenarios play in her mind like quick flashes of every possibility. Yet none seem more plausible. 

She can only hope, and pray to Eywa that everything can go smoothly. That whatever happens, it happens well. 

And massive support from her brothers of course. 

“Lu’law!” 

Never had she turned her head around so quick before. Her eyes meet Atan’s lovely amber eyes. They share a smile as he gets closer. 

“Lu’law, I have something for you” Atan says with happiness and love in his voice. Holding a wrapped package. Lu’law playfully rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, Atan? You don't have to give me anything, just being with you is enough” Lu’law tries to reason with her dear friend. But if anything, it only made atan fall deeper for her. 

“I know but I can't help it. This one however, I really want you to have it” Atan says, he can't help but let out an awkward smile. The nerves getting to him. 

Lu’law couldn't help but smile at him, inwardly sighing as she accepts the gift. She noticed Atan’s tail was swaying in a specific manner. Like he is anticipating her reaction. Raising an eyebrow she starts to open her gift. 

And upon reveal was a beautiful necklace, the colors chosen were of reds, oranges and yellows. All woven in the Tipani style. Each colored bead made a perfect blend of the three colors. With hints of dark green in the fiber, it was quite well detailed. More extravagant than all of the other gifts. 

“Oh Atan…this…this is beyond what you usually give me. This is more, far more detailed and more complex” Lu’law lists as she takes in everything. 

“But do you like it…?” Atan asked, his nerves going crazy. 

“Atan, you know I always love your gifts. Even this one, let me put it one” Lu’law says as she carefully puts on the necklace. A light hearted giggle escapes her lips and she does a twirl. 

“How do I look? Does it suit me?” Lu’law asks in a playful manner while doing a small pose to display her new gift. 

Atan could die happy, to see lu’law wearing something of his clan makes his heart thump in joy. This is different from all the gifts he made for her. This one was different. This gift was the start of courting her, officially. 

Lu’lafyon and Lu’Tstunwi were assisting their mother in gathering some herbs to ground for spices near a lake. There was a calm silence between the three as they work together until Lu’lafyon decided to open his mouth. 

“Sa’nok do you think lu’law would find a mate here?” 

Syawn almost fell into the water had not Lu’Tstunwi catches her on time. 

“Bro!” he calls out, slightly annoyed. Lu’Lafyon shrugged, still waiting for an answer, 

“A mate? Here? Well we are already half way through the Skxom hunt, I don't think there is enough time to get to know someone enough to proceed courting. Why would you ask that?” Syawn says with a concerning curiosity. 

Lu’Lafyon looks past behind her to see Lu’Tstunwi giving him gestures to not say anything, Looking back at his mother with some slight hesitant in his voice. 

“No reason, just wondering,” He replies. 

Syawn huffs out a relief and continues doing her task. 

“Lu’law finding a mate here. It would be quite a shock, especially with your father. He would lose his mind”. 

“I am about to lose my mind with this!” Neteyam says in a frustrating way. He, lo’ak and jake were carefully making their way through a small field of cloud spitters. Jake chuckles in amusement, “I am surprised it's not lo’ak losing patience”. 

“I find it a bit relaxing honestly” Lo’ak responds. 

“Too bad there isn't a shortcut, but we are almost there '' Jake tells his sons as he views the Omatikaya section. 

“Better be worth it, gathering those sunflowers” Neteyam states as he carries his own weight of the sunflowers. 

“Trust me, this will give the pali’s great source of nutrients and energy. At least that is what Nefika told me” Jake says. 

Finally making it, they can see syawn with her sons, making neteyam smile for a moment. 

“Lu’law isn't anywhere near here” he says to his brother and father. The due take a long look at their section, and true, lu’law wasn't at the omatikaya section. Slowly they make their way to their main tent as they still keep an eye out for the sister triplet. 

“Perhaps she is recording other areas' ' Jake suggests. Lo’ak had a different thought, “Maybe she is off to meet some scrawny skxawng and sneak around”. Jake was quick to hit him in the back of the head. 

“Shut it boy, don't talk  about that kind of stuff” Jake warned him. He looked to see neteyam who was standing frozen still. Way too still for anyone's liking. 

“I was joking!!” Lo’ak was quick to claim as he walked up to neteyam. 

Neteyam himself was in his own mind. So many thoughts running through his mind. 

What is lu’law doing after leaving breakfast? What makes her spend so many hours alone? Who is she with? Is she safe? Who is constantly getting her attention? Who could be more important than her family? Is lu’law being deceived? He wouldn't hesitate to-

“Neteyam” 

Neteyam’s train of thoughts were broken when he heard his father’s voice. Looking towards Jake, he can read certain expressions. 

“Your daughter is fine. Remember what norm asked her to do? Record everything. And most likely that is what lu’law is doing. Recording everything there is of the hunt. It is only natural she goes out and perhaps talk to other clans. She always comes back either way”

Jake's words comforted neteyam. Yes, he forgot about the camera. 

But for better measure, asking where lu’law is going everyday wouldn't hurt. 

“Cant you stay a little longer? You were getting better” Atan whines a bit, almost begging lu’law to stay with him. The girl can't help but smile at his small antic. 

“I wish I could, but the longer I stay, the more worried my family will be. And it's only so long can my siblings keep my parents distracted '' She answers. Lu’law grabs atan’s hands and intertwined her fingers with his. She looks up at his eyes, golden eyes staring at each one’s soul. Bright and glimmering. 

“Your family, I am interested in meeting the rest of them. I have met your brothers, but I am curious to meet your parents and your uncle Loki, '' Atan says as a small chuckle escapes his lip. Lu’law however, she chucked but more in a nervous manner. 

“My mother might welcome you. But my father, uummmm not so much. If anything, he might try to scare you” Lu’law explains. Worst neteyam could do is skin atan alive. And that is something she doesn't want. 

But for atan, he sees it as a welcoming challenge. His father did say it is the fathers that are the the forefront of the families and not every father out there is more than willing to accept a potential mate for their daughter. 

“Then how would you suggest I approach him?” Atan asks, if he wants to make peace with lu’laws father, anything is open for suggestions. 

Tapping her chin, lu’law hums a bit. “Well…that is a bit hard to say. I dont want you to fake anything, he can sense it. Oh! Approach my mother first, if she accepts you then my father would tolerate you more”. 

Seems easy enough. 

“But we have to pick the right moment. My father and uncle already suspect my absence” Lu’law warns. 

“Then how about tomorrow during communal dinner? Would that be enough time?” Atan asks, the sooner the better. There is only so many days left before the hunt is over. And it seems it satisfied lu’law. 

“Alright, tomorrow at omatikaya grounds” Lu’law says. With their final goodbyes, each left to their own grounds. Already looking forward to tomorrow. 

Atan made it back safely to his grounds, where he greets his mother and father. The tsahik welcomes him in a warm hug and quickly serves him a warm meal that was recently cooked. Thanking his mother, he takes a bite. The flavors dance on his tongue, increasing his good mood. 

Yes, all will be good in the end. 

“Did you give it to her?” his father asks, a bit too eager. Matching the same level of eagerness, atan nodes. “Yes, and she accepted it. Tomorrow, I will meet her family” he announced. 

Ths tsahik squeals in joy, hugging atan again. “I knew it! Eywa has truly found the one for you my son. Time is now your only enemy. They will accept you. And we already accept her”. Taking a bit more food, Atan leaves to prepare for tomorrow. Leaving the olo’eyktan and tsahik alone to talk once more. 

“Are you sure this is the right way to approach?” the tsahik asks, a bit concerned. Her mate nods confidently. “Yes, with the omatikaya as his mate, it will tie the tipani with that clan. With their skills and knowledge, we will be stronger than we have ever been”

Lu’law opens the flap of the tent to see everyone sitting down just in time for dinner. The smell of the good was very enticing, making her more hungry. Making her way, she sits between her brothers as her parents begin to fill the bowls. 

“How was your day my sweet? Had another adventure?” Syawn asks while smiling adoringly. Lu’law couldn't help but blush a bit. Accepting the bowl full of yummy stew, she begins to eat. 

“That necklace is new, did you make it lu’law?” Neteyam asks, cutting to the chase. Syawn hissed at him lowly, but it was evident neteyam had something on his mind. 

“Yes, but I didn't make it. A friend did” Lu’law responds a bit cautiously. Glancing at her brothers who share a worried look. She forgot to take it off before going in. 

“May we see it?” Syawn asks gently, stretching out her hand. Gulping down her nervousness, but cant fight down the tension rising. Untying the necklace, she hands it to her mother who accepts it gracefully. 

Neteyam leans closer to his wife as they both inspect the necklace in great detail. “My my, this pattern of weaving is very fancy looking. Certainly not omatikaya or metkayina…no…” Syawn does her best to guess. Neteyam recognizes the pattern all too well. 

“It is from the Tipani clan” it was a matter of fact statement. 

Both parents turned to look at lu’law. '`Who gave this to you lu’law?’ Neteyam asks in a stern voice, his anger slowly growing. 

Oh how lu’law wanted to hide behind her brothers, To hide and forget all of this. But even lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi are helpless in this situation. Any wrong move and they will be in trouble. 

“Ummmm….w-well…..” she tries to say. 

“Sweetie, please tell us. This necklace…my sweet girl do you know what this means? What this necklace signifies?” Syawn pleads to her daughter. Hoping that she has a slight clue. 

“No…?” 

Neteyam slams the necklace down, unable to control this boiling anger. “For Eywa’s sake-IT IS A COURTING GIFT!” 

Silence was there is in the tent. No eyes blinking, no movement, only silence. 

Lu’law was slowly processing what her father said, “courting? No no, it was just a gift of appreciation. He would have told me”. She shakes her head, trying to reason her father and also herself. This isn't right. This wasn't how she wanted it to go. What has she accepted? What did atan do exactly? 

“I will ask you one more time lu’law sully, who is the na’vi that gifted you this courting necklace?” Neteyam asks, eyes burning in amber. Heat flowing in his body, and it is not from the cooking fire. 

“Sis…it is best you tell him. They all have to know at some point” Lu’tstunwi pleads with his sister. So, taking a deep breath, she answers. 

“Atan Afyawusìntxu, son of the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik, prince of the Tipani clan” 

Syawn can only place her face between her hands. 

“Here we go again” 

Far from camping grounds, on the holy grounds where the hidden Sarentu tree of souls resides, Nefika was there, feeling the energies around her. 

As she was connected to the tree with her queue, she senses a form of disturbance. Looking up at the tree with adoration and love, she smiles. 

“It seems there is storm to come before paradise grows” 

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FFXIV Write 2024 Day 20 - Duel

Duel: Noun. A prearranged combat between two persons, fought with deadly weapons according to an accepted code of procedure, especially to settle a private quarrel. Characters: Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood Expansion: Pre-ARR (technically) Rating: G Notes: Takes place pre-canon. Short moment between Aymeric and Estinien back when they were Temple Knights. Can be read as Estimeric if you want! No spoilers otherwise. Sometimes you gotta defend your friend's honor because people suck.

“That was incredibly foolish,” Aymeric scolded, digging through the pile of supplies spread out across the bed. Outside the door, the infirmary bustled with life.

Estinien tried moving, a low growl rumbling in his throat. “Save me the lecture, Aymeric.” 

Blue eyes met his gray, peering up at him through those dark bangs. Exasperation and frustration were clear as day, but for whom those feelings were directed towards wasn’t as clear. Estinien had an idea though—it wasn’t like this situation was an uncommon occurrence.

Though the fact that Estinien involved himself was uncommon.

“He had it coming,” Estinien grumbled, looking away. “The things he said—”

“Was nothing new. I have heard those things my whole life,” Aymeric interrupted. “Even when my parents tried to shield me from them, they never went away.” The defeated tone in his voice made Estinien want to shake him.

“Still doesn’t mean he didn’t have it coming.” And I’d do it again was left unsaid. There was no point in speaking aloud something Aymeric knew. “If they’re expecting me to apologize to—”

“No, the Commander understood the situation,” Aymeric said, directing Estinien to lift his arm up. While the cut was shallow, it still needed to be wrapped. “In accordance with Ishgardian tradition, your duel was a matter of honor. No disciplinary actions will be taken.”

A matter of defending Aymeric’s honor from Ser Gaussant’s slanderous words. In truth, Estinien had been too angry at the man’s claims regarding Aymeric’s birth and insinuations to care about the finer details. It hadn’t mattered that the knight was their senior—in both rank and age—when Estinien saw the way Aymeric flinched, his smile dropping from his face as the man’s (loud) gossip filled their corner of the dining hall. The smug look on his face when he caught Aymeric’s reaction certainly didn’t help either. His body moved on instincts, getting up from their table and challenging the man then and there.

Boosted by his peers' goading and the knowledge that he got under Aymeric’s skin had made the man accept. Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Estinien and the match ended in his favor. Ser Gaussant had gotten one good hit in (the shallow cut that adorned his arm), but Estinien sent him flat on his arse. His lancework was no match for a Dragoon of Estinien’s caliber.

“Just try to be more careful,” Aymeric conceded in the end, satisfied with the bandages. “We cannot have you sending our fellow knights to the infirmary when there are dragons to fight.”

If they couldn’t handle a fight against their fellow man, then what good would they be in front of a dragon? “I will if people are more careful with their words around you.” Despite the seriousness of his words, that earned a chuckle from Aymeric.

“I suppose that is the best I will get.”

[forgottentristan]

whoops eithne + tristan <3

dslkjfaslkdjfkldjf <3333 (shhh but i love them already sldkjfkljsdf ;DDD)

Name: Ciarán Malconaire

Gender: Male

General Appearance: With bright-burning blue eyes arched over with prominent brows, a slender nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and a sharp jaw, Ciarán is a masterful reflection of both his parents. It is perhaps his eyes, inherited from his mother, which are most noticeable in his face: a clear, bright blue that can seem warm as the sky above or cool as winter seas.

Personality: Ciarán, like many children, is both a portrait of his parents -- and a reaction to them. Though deeply loyal and supportive, Ciarán also yearns to carve out a place for himself entirely his own but, born an eldest sibling, can't seem to quite escape what he feels he owes his family, retrodding many of the same questions both his parents have known. Clever and bookish, Ciarán often strikes one as the stoic, bookish type, at first glance -- which he is -- but getting to know him better uncovers a more jocular fellow buried underneath, albeit a rather arch and sardonic figure as well.

Special Talents: Raised as heir at his mother's knee, Ciarán knows Malconaire so well, it is as if it were a part of him and, indeed, he thinks sometimes that the great tree whispers to him, but he has rarely known of any male seers and often dismisses this as foolishness, as a result. (They both come from a long line of seers, so this just made sense to me...)

Who they like better: Eithne

Who they take after more: Tristan

Personal Head canon: Ciarán perhaps suffers from the lack of just the thing his parents fought to escape: I think he at times feels a bit rudderless with sm freedom open to him from such a young age and knowing that he'll have his parents' support, no matter what he chooses to do. Ironically, I think chosing to come in and pick up the reigns of Malconaire -- but, critically, also while knowing it is a choice of his own and not something thrust upon him -- allows him to finally come fully into himself and become the best version of himself.

Face Claim: Nicholas Hoult

[rinrinx2]

Coffee Date

Ran x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Adult themes, Mature Language, Orgasm, Ran being Ran

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Haitani Ran a Bonten Executive, who was once apart of gangs such as Kanto Manji, a member of the S-62 Generation and a founding member of Tenjiku, then Rokuhara Tandai' , as well as being a part of the duo who claimed Roppongi - with the only other person being able to announce these similar accomplishments to some degree was his own younger brother Haitani Rindou.

And the Botnen lifestyle he was currently living did not pay like the average job, what a hardworking man would make in a year he'd make in an hour effortlessly. Not to mention all the status and power that came with being a Bonten member, there was not a man in all of Tokyo who wasn't afraid to go toe to toe with the infamous Haitani Ran.

So, you would think a man with all these credentials, money, and power he would be able to get him an assistant to get him his morning coffee.

Even Rindou had made numerous comments about it, and he still continued making those comments when Ran would arrive late to headquarters with his coffee in hand.

"You're literally in the top five wealthiest people in Japan, why don't you just get a damn coffee person or something" Rindou said one morning when Ran called him to cover his early morning work while he still queued in a coffee line.

But no matter the negative comments or the mocking jabs his fellow Bonten members would make, it did not falter his determined spirit every morning to get his own coffee.

Ran was a man of specific taste, and only he knew exactly how to order his hot beverage and how to maintain the aroma of that beverage till he reached headquarters. So, the mere thought of an assistant was foolish.

So here Haitani Ran was once again, just as the day before queuing in a line to order his coffee like any ordinary person.

But unlike the previous day, Ran seemed to be a bit more on edge today. He didn't know why and chalked it up to probably work stress, but he was in no mood to deal with anyone. So, when he felt someone push against him as he stood in line, he was ready to tear a new one into whoever had just bumped into him.

Ran turned around as quickly as possible, ready to bite the head of whatever idiot tested him today, but instead of being met with some loser he was met with you.

A cute woman whose pencil skirt was just a tad bit to short and whose shirt was just a tad bit too tight.

"I'm so sorry" you said quickly with a slight bow, hoping the guy in front of you would just ignore you like everyone else did.

"It's alright no need to stress" he said with a fresh-faced smile that caused your heart to skip a beat.

You could feel as heat began to rush to your cheeks as you starred at the man in front of you. You tried you best to quickly pull your gaze away before he thought you were weird and opted to stare at the floor.

The guy then turned back around leaving you to stare at the floor as heat remained in your cheeks.

Ran was flattered by your reaction, the clear frustration on your face all from him smiling at you. It got his blood pumping again and quickly wilted his once foul mood of a few minutes ago.

Ran new exactly what he was going to do.

You had somehow managed to calm yourself down from that brief interaction and got your mind back on track to order those coffees for your superiors awaiting you at the office, but just as your mind was settled, the man in front of you decided to turn around again and talk to you.

"It's really full today, wouldn't you say" he said with that same smile.

Your eyes widened and your cheeks began to burn again, every word in your vocabulary was gone and only the sounds of a corpse were being emitted from your mouth.

Ran thought it was cute the way you struggled to recover words when he spoke to you, but as much fun as it was to make a woman trip over a sentence he preferred when they spoke back to him especially the cute type such as yourself.

"Cat got your tongue or is it that you don't talk to strangers. If it's the second option then let me introduce myself, I'm Haitani Ran" Ran said holding out his hand in hopes to try and calm your nerves.

You starred at the man who had introduced himself as Ran hand for a moment before carefully shaking it, still starstruck that he was talking to you.

"I'm (Y/N)" you said, patting yourself on the back for being able to at least being able to get your name out.

"(Y/N)" Ran said testing how your name felt against his tongue.

"Very beautiful name, for a beautiful woman"

Your eyes became as wide as saucers when you heard his compliment, and you hoped he didn't notice how flushed you had become due to it.

"Thank you" you said nervously

"There's no need to be nervous (Y/N), we're just two people waiting to order coffee"

And when your mind heard that it finally snapped out of your schoolgirl crush moment. Finally, being able to stabilize yourself.

"Oh yes of course" you said more confidently now.

"Good. So, what you plan on getting?"

"Well, I'm not really getting me anything, it's more that I'm ordering for the office" you said hesitantly.

"Really? Some lazy superiors if you ask me. I get my own coffee every morning, you know so that I don't waste others time" Ran said even if it was half the truth you didn't need to know that.

"Wow, you sound like the best boss ever, your employees must be so lucky"

'A man who does things for himself without interrupting others work is such a kind man' you thought fawning over Haitani Ran who seemed to be the perfect man.

But before your conversation could continue Ran was now first in line.

"Hey (Y/N) you go ahead of me" Ran said watching as you hesitantly walked in front of him and began ordering your coffees.

But when the barista asked if that was all you heard the kind Ran speak up again.

"Oh, and add to her order and two chai lattes with almond milk. Oh, and you can just charge everything to my card"

You turned to face Ran with a shocked expression you couldn't believe that he had paid for everything, and now you somehow felt indebted to the man.

Once Ran had finished paid for everything the two of you stood to the side waiting for all your order, and now the nervous embarrassment crept back for at his kind actions.

"You really didn't have to pay for all my" you said fidgeting with your shirt

"Don't mention it" Ran said with a wink.

Very soon your coffees had been made, you were surprised at the urgency at which they had been made as you were used to waiting for a good solid 25 minutes before you even caught a glimpse of the coffees you purchased.

"Thank you for buying from us Mr Haitani" a nervous barista said.

You watched as the girl had on a shaky smile as Ran thanked her, while you grabbed all the coffees that were placed in a singular holder. While Ran took his two.

"Hey how about I give you a ride to wherever you need to be" Ran offered.

"It's alright really the walk isn't too far" you said trying to decline as nice as possible as he had already done more than enough for you.

"Oh, come on, I got time to spare, and we could say this is like a coffee date" Ran said as he carefully moved a stray hair from your cheek as the two of you exited the coffee shop.

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Ran's car was one of the most expensive car you had ever sat in or seen. The black Bugatti La Voiture Noire, with its custom black leather seats were comfortable as Ran sped through the narrow roads of Tokyo, his driving was impressive as not a single coffee had been split in the back seat yet.

When Ran finally got to your office building he stopped in the parking lot of the 5th floor which was were your office was located.

Ran looked about as he climbed out the car to help collect your all the coffees in the backseat of his car, noting how deserted the 5th floor parking lot was. There were barely any cars besides his and one all the way on the other end of the parking lot.

Once you had collected all your coffees you carefully placed them on the hood of Rans care to bow to him showing your respect and gratitude for his kind actions.

"Thank you so much Mr Haitani, for helping me today" you said as you kept your bowing position.

"Hey there's no need to do all this" Ran said as he brought his hand to your chin to raise your face along with the rest of your body up.

"You're so beautiful" Ran said as he kept his hand on your face.

Your eyes widened at his words, and you could feel the heat rise between your legs at his words.

Ran had you just where he wanted you, with that amazed look in your eyes. He leaned in placing his soft lips against yours. Slowly moulding his lips to yours as he kissed you. You didn’t pull back, you didn’t want to, this kiss was more than what you had expected from such a handsome man.

Ran moved his hand from your chin to your waist grabbing you closer while his other hand had begun to slowly push up your tight short pencil skirt.

“Mr Haitani” you moaned out slowly in a futile attempt to get him to stop, even if you knew you didn’t want him to.

“Shh don’t worry about” Ran said as he now began reaching between your legs to pull you pantie down. Ran noted how the thin fabric was damp, and how the slick on your thighs coated his hand. Ran smirked realizing how his words affected you, the way he barely said or did anything and you were dripping down your legs.

‘I really am Roppongi’s Charisma’ Ran thought as he had you moaning from the prodding of his two fingers at your leaking entrance. He could feel the heat of your pussy against his finger, the way it clenched down hard at nothing. He could feel the strain against his suit as his cock was fully erect.

“Bend over the hood” He commanded, and you obliged not caring that you had knocked the coffees you were stressing about earlier that morning over. Ran had you bent of the hood of his car. His covered erect cock grinding against your exposed pussy. The slick of your pussy wetting his suit pants.

Ran humped your pussy with his still covered cock. The sensation of Rans expensive fabric pushing against your pussy had you seeing stars. You could feel your pussy push out against his member and all you wished for him to just push his cock into your pussy.

“Want me to fuck that pussy” Ran whispered into your ear.

“Yes please” you begged out as you pushed yourself further against Ran’s cock.

Ran smirked knowing he was going to fuck you like a bitch in heat right here in the parking lot where anyone could so easily come and see you getting your pussy fucked silly.

Ran undid his suit pants, pulling cock out. You could his cock against your ass, feeling how massive he was as he teased your entrance with it. Ran lined his cock with your entrance, teasing your clit with his cock that was dripping pre-cum.

You whined out waiting for Ran to stuff you with his massive thick cock. Ran listened to your whines drinking them up before plunging into your cunt, enjoying the way your walls clamped down on him. Ran began thrusting into you not caring you had adjusted to his size. The way Rans cock stuffed you full of cock drove you insane, the way you could feel his cock leak inside your pussy made you needier for him to fill you up.

The only sound that could be heard in the parking lot was the sound of Ran fucking your soaking cunt from behind.  Ran could feel you get closer and closer, as your slicked out pussy got wetter and tighter with each thrust.

“Oh Ran” you moaned out grabbing at the hood of his car. Ran began fucking your pussy merciless as he felt his balls contract and his shaft full of sum that he needed to unload inside you. You could feel the not in your tummy get tighter with each slap of Rans cock inside you, the sound of your pussy being fucked on making you get closer until you felt it. You pussy clamped down on Ran’s cock as you came, letting clear liquid gush all around Ran’s cock and dripping down your bodies onto the col concrete floor.

Ran felt as your pussy milked him, causing the cum in his shaft to finally shoot out into your dripping pussy, stuffing you full of hot white liquid. Ran kept your hips still as he emptied himself inside you until he felt his cock slightly soften. Ran pulled out gently watching as your combined liquid poured out of your cunt. You remained bent over the hood of his car trying your best to catch your breath.

Ran put his semi hard cock back into his still damp suit pants, before helping you back to your feet as you pushed, you’re your skirt down and pulled your pantie up.

“Hope you enjoyed our coffee date?” Ran asked as he brushed the hair that clung to your damp cheeks back.

You nodded up and down, fucked out so good that you were unable to speak. Ran smirked at your lack of words, he once again left you speechless. Ran walked you to your office doors, watching as businessmen flocked their office quarters to see the Haitani Ran escort you.

“So, you a regular at that coffee shop?” Ran asked as he watched you waddle to your desk, waiting till you sat to reply to him, but once you reached your seat you still only nodded in agreement causing Ran to laugh.

“Good then same time tomorrow” Ran said as he left.

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“Why you so fucking late” Rindou questioned as he watched Ran finally walking into headquarters two hours later.

“I spilt my coffee” Ran replied nonchalantly

“I keep fucking telling you to get a fucking coffee assistant or something”

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[anika-ann]

Anika's conscience: You were supposed to STUDY!

Anika's heart, guilty as charged: Yes, yes I was.

Sneak peek of WIP ✨

Introducing: me back to my bs, aka Knight!Steve

Warning: sappiness, mention of an injury, poorly edited

WC: about 500 words

“I can do it.”

Sir Barnes sighed, an involuntary reaction to the best of comrades speaking up. Speaking of foolishness. Steve had not averted his gaze from the beautiful woman once since the very moment he had laid his eyes on her, almost as if drawn by ancient power whose pull not even his virtuous heart could resist.

He would be amazed and certainly more than amused at his friend’s antics, had it not been for the fact the scene was as fascinating as disconcerting. For a myriad of reasons. Beginning with-

“You are injured as well,” Sir Wilson noted pointedly, being the only of the men aside from Sir Barnes himself who had not all of sudden acquired an expression of awe and smugness – for Steven, Sir Rogers, who had kept from many women who had been rather literally battling for his attention, seemed enamoured all of sudden. Of all creatures, by a beautiful, yet the most ordinary of women. The abrupt silence whispered against the shuffle of leaves and the song of robins.

“Oh no, if you are severely injured, I could not possibly-“ the woman resisted, gathering her skirt to attempt to stand up as if to prove she was considerably less inconvenienced by absence of aid.

Naturally, her efforts were doomed to failure – and just as naturally, Steve had been there to catch her, gently supporting her weight as she had barely caught herself, palm flat against his chest, lips parted in silent surprise; and much to slight amusement of all knights, in awe.

Sir Rogers certainly was not the only one of the pair who appeared smitten on first sight.

“Thank you, good Sir.”

“Sir Steven Rogers, my lady. I should be happy to aid you.” With anything, seemed to be left unsaid, but more than clearly implied. “I have not been injured severely, worry not.”

Sir Barnes would argue, for bruised ribs, several cuts, one of them right above his brow should be considered severe enough not have the carry a fair number of pounds… particularly when perhaps coupled a blow to the head. Before, he had not been sure he took a hit to his head, but seeing how absent of any common sense Steven was--- ah. He was being quite himself, now that Sir Barnes thought of it.  

“…are we gonna ignore there are at least three better candidates whose ribs aren’t bruised or-“ Peter muttered in low voice to his companions, all but earning a slap to his healthy leg, Sir Lang gently shushing him, himself charmed by the romantic ballad-worthy scene in front of them.

“Seeing as she does, I suppose we do too,” Sir Maximoff scoffed lowly. “And so does he. Is he alright? Did any of you put something in his water?”

“You are saying this as if you were not as miffed about him being chosen by her as I am,” Sir Barton huffed, sourness turning into amusement at the other man’s misery.

Pietro’s gaze torn away from the pair, their downright love-sick gazes difficult to watch; it almost felt as if y watching the they were imposing on them, prying on an intimate moment. Pietro thought it strange, for he had never had any issues of laughing loud at the displays of affection his fellow knight had offered in the Tower tavern for everyone to see.

“He is one lucky bastard,” he sighed, patting the horse’s neck.

-.-.-.-

To be continued in about a hundred years. Fare the well, loves 💕

[born-in-hell]

u all are now doomed to see my opinion on qbbh/ron situation

u all know i wanted ron to have eaten ron SO BAD, but mainly bc the reaction from the other islanders when they learned abt it wouldve been GREAT. in a qbbh story viewpoint yeaahh it wouldve killed rons lore way too fast and early imo. in the long run itd be easily forgotten by us and forgiven by the islanders (especially since qcellbit lives normally w pac, and he ate his leg) (and also foolish, phill, fit, mike, mouse and cellbit wouldnt even care, some would even support him). there would be no payoff to it all. qbbh got some info, tortured the worker, didnt save the kids, had a mental breakdown and then ate said worker. it wouldve been too abrupt

but giving the kidnapped worker STOCKHOLM SYNDROME is in a whooole other level. and it STILL makes sense in qbbhs personality. qbbh is not heartless. he used to treat ron worse when he thought the fed workers were mindless puppets. As soon as ron started to show he was an individual, qbad started to pity him. And missing his lover, being in weird terms w his other potential love interest and best friend, feeling used and distrusted by his fellow islanders, and more important, missing his children, made him try to find someone to relate and care to again. and that someone was ron.

and now it is the best and also the most messed up as it can get. after the talk w qbagh, qbbh was pushed to do the right thing and help ron escape the fed. but hes not dumb. he probably realised that is ron trusted him he would give more info. and thats what happened.

and as time passes, ron becomes more of a person and less of a mindless worker. there is a pattern between all the workers. the more they interact w residents, the more human they become. theres smth interesting abt this, but who am i to guess

him trusting his captor is weird to us. but in context, the fed aparently was HORRIBLE to the workers. mental control, no breaks, possibl experiments and torture. it is so much that ron fears the fed more than he fears qbad.

so yeah this whole things messed up, and ccbbh probably wants it this way kkkkkkkkkkkkkk this is one of the most morally grey arcs weve gotten and its so fun imo

yeah this is it i may add more things later but for now im tired

edit: Ive also been thinking what if the workers start misteriously disappering and all of a sudden everyone discovers that bbh has been kidnapping them and making a ""worker village"? like he sees how horrific the fed is, and starts helping the workers escape. he gets to fred and then he gives qbbh info abt the eggs as a trade. but everyone thinks hes torturing them and he starts to isolate himself again aaaaaaaaa

[cottonkendi]

Betrayal | 11

MASTERLIST

Kunikuzushi x Reader

Word Count: 900

Genre: slight angst 

Warning: None

Synopsis: Distance

Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Perhaps Dottore’s little gift affected you more than it affected Kunikuzushi. 

The fear of letting your dear puppet out of your abode once more claws at your being, practically tearing your skin apart at the mere thought of him possibly seeing such a thing one more. 

The image of his crying while throwing up only makes your skin crawl. 

How can you ever let him experience such a thing again?

Which is why you’ve been insisting on keeping Kunikuzushi in your abode, pleading for him to stay just a while longer while you spend days on end in your abode as well, barely going out to quickly talk to Xiao or Rex Lapis, hoping that they’ll understand. 

Understand that you are grasping at strings, using everything that you can in order to keep Kunikuzushi safe.  

Tearing at your sanity as you see that fateful night in your mind whenever you lose Kunikuzushi from your sight. 

How could you have been so foolish as to suggest for him to leave your abode in the first place when this is the safest place for him to stay in? 

You’ve practically pushed him towards danger. 

Your decades of experience practically thrown out the window as you think about every possibility that your actions may have caused that tragedy. 

Let m- augh me go now - Irminsul knows of his f-fate! Saving him is fruitless-

Irminsul… 

What exactly does Dottore know about Kunikuzushi’s fate? 

Clenching your fist, you can’t help but fear just what the Fatui has been doing behind your backs… What is the Tsaritsa planning? Why have they connected to Irminsul? 

“(Y/N), it’s been awhile since you’ve been out of your abode. The Inazuman puppet is still with you?” Turning around, you’re met with Xiao’s usual scowl though you notice the slight tick of concern behind his facade as he crosses his arms while staring at you. 

Letting out a sigh, you nod your head, already preparing yourself to inform him of your latest run in with the Fatui. “Kunikuzushi is still with me… though I don’t think it’s safe for him to be out and about now after that harbinger informed me of the Fatui’s interest in him… They’ve also found a way to connect with Irminsul, if what Dottore told me was true.” 

Humming, Xiao merely runs his hand through his hair before nodding at your words. “Then I’ll make sure to tell Rex Lapis about this seeing as you’ll be going back to your abode soon.” Turning around, Xiao prepared to leave but before he does, he throws you another glance. “Make sure to report back to Rex Lapis, you know how he gets when you’re away for too long…”

Without another word, your fellow adeptus disappears from sight, leaving you to your thoughts as you look down at the scenery before deciding to go back to where Kunikuzushi is knowing just what he’ll be telling you the moment you step foot inside. 

“You can’t keep me locked up here forever, (Y/N) please… it feels so lonely here… after getting a taste of what it's like to be in the village, you can’t expect me to just stay here all alone-”

“I’ve said it before, Kunikuzushi… I don’t know if it’s safe for you outside-”

“You’ll be there for me though. If I was ever in trouble, you’ll be there to save me, right? You promised.” 

“And what if I’m not there when it happens? Like what happened at the village? You didn’t even call my name - I could’ve prevented it from going that far-”

“Then I will this time. I-I’ll call out your name as soon as I think something’s wrong. Just… just please (Y/N), staying here in this silence… I feel like it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know what to do whenever you have to leave for a few hours and I’m all by myself… please. Just… I wanna be free again…” 

You watch as Kunikuzushi looks up at you with his big purple irises, glistening with unshed tears as he grasps at your robes, trying his best to get some sort of reaction from you, anything at all that would indicate if you’d continue keeping him inside or not. But alas, all he gets is a sigh from you. 

How long has he felt this way?

Were your actions truly caging him away from what he’s wanted for so long?

Gently, you remove his hands from your clothes causing him to freeze up, not at all used to you not immediately pulling him into your embrace during times like this. Instead, you ruffle his hair before walking away towards the small cottage that you have in the middle of the island, turning your back on him as you speak. 

“I apologise for making you feel that way during your time here, I guess I wasn’t that aware of my actions. In a few hours, we’ll make a trip back to the overworld. Let me know if you have a certain place in mind that you’d want to go to. I’ll prepare your things.” 

As you continue your way back to the cottage, Kunikuzushi can only stare at your back, frozen in place as he feels something sting within him… 

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[richmondproper]

Some time back, when Miss Manners wasn’t paying careful attention, Not Caring What Other People Think became an American social virtue.

“I don’t care what the invitation says. I’m going to wear what I want. I dress to be comfortable, not because I care what other people think.”

“I eat the way I please; what do I care what other people think?”

“I’m the one who’s getting married, so it doesn’t matter if they don’t like rock music or think the food is weird. I don’t care what other people think.”

“I never go to funerals. It doesn’t do any good for the person who counts, and it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

These are callous statements of the me-first and me-only variety. They broadcast defiance of the feelings of the speaker’s hosts, fellow diners, guests, family, and friends. One would suppose that the reaction to be anticipated after such a stand is, “Oh, good for you, but then stay away from me.” Those who elect to disregard the standards of others or of society itself should, at the very least, find that people refuse to invite them, eat with the them, or attend their weddings or funerals. Persistent cases should even be prepared for attempts to hasten the last.

How is it then, that such pronouncements are made with anticipation of being admired, rather than ostracized? Why are they meekly accepted more often than condemned?

That declarations of selfishness are unchallenged is, Miss Manners believes, a result of their being confused with the heroic defiance of a private conscience faced with evil or foolish social pressure. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks!” can be a moral cry if hurled at the warning that one will be considered a prude for refusing to shoplift, a bad parent for not letting a child stay out half the night, or a failure for not having a new car. Using higher standards than one’s peers or refusing to make private decisions by group consensus is indeed something that should be performed with pride.

What about when society is right? That does happen occasionally. Any civilized settlement of human beings develops nonprovocative ways of performing common tasks. Patterns are set for such simple matters as eating and dressing, so that people do not run the risk of upsetting or disgusting others over trivial matters. Complying serves as a demonstration that one respects the community.

Where important emotions are concerned, such as in the major milestones of life, traditions and conventions give order to erratic feelings. By following the time-honored routines of weddings or funerals, one smooths over the chaotic mix of emotion to make a dignified event. Individual nerves become encased in communal ritual.

The beauty of convention is that it is readable. If your looks and actions are within the accepted bounds of the society, you are conveying a basic agreement with the prevailing order. That is why rebels seldom confine their symbolism to questions of ideals, but seek to outrage through dress and behavior as well.

A great many people now behave as if they believe that such acts do not contain symbolism. Challenged that others will be offended if they go barefoot to church or spit back in their plates what they don’t like, they claim that it is the reaction, not the action, that is inappropriate.

That is when the I Don’t Care What People Think defense appears. Disguised as idealistic defiance of obtrusive and petty standards, it attacks the doctrine of Consideration for Others, which is the basic premise of civilization. If the society truly subscribed to the notion that pursuing individual natural impulses is a higher form of behavior than tempering them to show consideration for others, those other would not be offended by such behavior. A standard that offends a majority cannot work.

Not Caring What Other People Think is, at best, ignorance of the necessity for people to be able to read one another’s behavior for signs of friendliness or hostility. At worst, it is a declaration of Not Caring How I Make Other People Feel.

— Miss Manners’ Guide for the Turn-of-the-Millennium, pgs. 14-15

[skloomdumpster]

What do you think Riven’s reaction would be to Bea’s death?! Or how to you think he’d find out?! Any headcannons?!

let's pretend the writers did not drop uhm... nearly a FUCKING YEAR LONG relationship in less than 2 eps and moved on. Lets pretend.

Riven is in denial about Beatrix. He is, he can't believe she served him up to Rosalind like that and he can't believe she never apologized and he can't believe they don't talk when they meet in the hallways and he just- he wants her dead (he doesn't, he misses her like hell. He misses their little trouple, he misses the cuddles, he misses the pet names and the open affection and he misses her wit and her sarcasm and her sass)

Beatrix is talking with Stella, because of fucking course she is, it's like Riven is constantly playing second best to Stella of all people. First Sky, then Terra (TERRA!) and now Beatrix. Of fucking course. He's not jealous.

Since he cut contact with Dane sharply (it's complicated), his only source of information on Beatrix's well being is Sky. Sky who wants Beatrix dead or so he says. Riven collects those little morsels he gets like precious gems though, he tucks them in the dark corners of his mind.

Beatrix lost her powers and her father and her status and purpose all in one swift kick. She's looking smaller these days and she's talking with Stella, so Riven stops himself from walking up to her and hugging her. He wants to talk with her. He texts once, only to find out she blocked his number. He deletes the text after (i'm here if u ever want to talk)

He feels vindicated when Stella says Beatrix sided with Sebastian. He does. He feels like finally everyone is looking just as foolish and stupid as he did when he trusted her. Finally they get that Beatrix will do everything and anything to survive. He feels like rubbing their noses in it, but he doesn't do it because Riven is actively taking steps to be less like her, even if he thinks about her every day.

When they're in the battle in Alfea, he doesn't worry about Beatrix once. He does worry for himself. He worries she'll show up on the side of those he's fighting and he'll have to make some terrible decision, such as sparing a fellow specialist or hurting her. He worries he'll make the wrong decision if she appears, but thankfully Bea stays well out of his way.

He's not worried about her, because Beatrix will survive anything. She'll kill and she'll maim and she'll lie but she'll survive. When he says "yeah, maybe its best you stay with him" to a worried Dane, about Luke, he sees all of that terrible worry, the same worry he's seen in Silva's and Bloom's face all day. Terrified their loved one is in harm's way, terrified for them. Beatrix is a force of nature, he's not scared for her, he's scared for whoever gets in her way.

Then the battle stops, everything stops. People's eyes clear up from the red and they drop weapons and drop themselves, crying. Riven stands, in the middle of the mess, heaving for air, grinning like a mad man, meeting Silva's eyes across the field. They won and everything, everyone who matters is still intact. He's never tasted something so sweet.

No one bothers to break the news to him. Why would he care, they've broken up months ago (three months. Only three)

Not even Sky. Not even Stella.

He runs inside, Musa and Silva on his heels and Musa jumps on her friends, muffling sobs in Terra's arms and Silva is immediately onto Sky, who's shaky and wounded, Bloom's hands never once leaving him...

Beatrix is on the ground.

Stella's sobbing, he hadn't noticed.

There's a pool of blood next to her head and he's seen enough blood tonight to know damn well a brain should not be lacking that much blood. Her eyes are open. No one fucking touched her even to close them.

He crumples to his knees next to Bea and the pain he's expecting does not come, all that he hears is a constant ringing, a shrill sound in his ears. This doesn't make any sense, because other people get hurt and die, Beatrix survives. Whatever it costs, she survives.

He closes her eyes and then he means to pull his hands back, but he can't, because her face is still somewhat warm and with her eyes closed he'd think she's sleeping. She looks like the girl he woke up next to for nearly a year, wasn't it for all the blood. He's kneeling on the blood, he didn't notice.

"Riv, hey" Sky's arms are around him, his voice soothing and breaking through the numbness that's overtaking everything, "I got you, c'mon."

He lets himself be pulled by Sky and he follows their little group down the hallway. Something something Sebastian, something something Bloom nearly blowing up the school, something something wings. Something something Beatrix killed Sky. Sky died?

He snaps his head at that, but then he meets Sky's eyes and there's recognition in his eyes and forgiveness and fuck this is his brother through and through, reading and forgiving everything he's feeling before he even says it.

Because Beatrix killed Sky and Beatrix is dead and he hates her, but he loves her and he forgives her (but he hates her more, he hates her so much that his eyes are burning and he can't fucking breathe.) She killed his best friend and then she died and Riven can't help feeling like this is some fucking vendetta against him, Bea trying and taking everyone he loves from him: herself, his brother, herself again, for good this time.

They make it back to the dorms and Bloom lingers the most she can and she's looking worse for the wear, Riven can see how much she's carrying around like a dark cloud. He doesn't feel an ounce of sympathy, he kinda wants to walk up to Bloom and tell her to fix all this mess, because if he thinks about this enough, for long enough, he can find a way to blame this all on her.

But she's kissing Sky and leaving and Sky died and Riven feels like he's going to throw up. He opts for showering instead and under the hot water crying until he's wheezing for air, watching all the blood swirl down in the water and go down the drain. The rest of Beatrix that's stuck to his flesh, her scent, her smile, her blood under his nails.

He climbs into Sky's bed and Sky is still in his uniform, but he lifts up an arm and mumbles "I'm sorry Riv" and Riven isn't exactly sure if he means my condolences or I'm sorry my evil sister is dead or I'm sorry I died or I'm sorry she was the one to kill me or I'm sorry you're so sick that you're still half in love with her. Either way, he sniffles, buries his face between Sky's shoulder blades and nods, "whatever."

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Review: Marriage (1818)

"How very distressing Sir Sampson's cough is!" said the sympathizing Miss Grizzy.

"Distressing, child! no- it's not the least distressing. How can a thing be distressing that does no harm? He's much the better for it- it's the only exercise he gets."

Synopsis: Marriage (1818) is the shrewdly observant and humorous take of young women making their marriage choices and having to live with them. Charting the lives of two generations, the novel centres on Mary, a Scottish heroine whose wisdom contrasts with her foolish mother and rash sister. She leaves her domestic haven in the Highlands to brave the perils of faraway London, in a reversal of the traditional coming-of-age narrative. The contemporary of Maria Edgeworth and Jane Austen, Susan Ferrier addresses the issues of national identity an culture, and exposes English prejudice towards the Scots as itself a form of provincialism. - Oxford University Press edition, 1997

If Waverley took me the longest to get through in my Georgian reading goal, Marriage, by far, has taken me the shortest amount of time. I think this can partially be blamed on the writing style; you can really start to see a shift between the older Regency novels of years prior and this one. There is more dialogue, more showing instead of simply telling, and more action on-page rather than just summary or narration. On the flip side, this means that the annoying aspects of characters can really pull through; I probably drove both my mother and my best friends crazy by updating them on the absolute wreck of a dislikable character that is Lady Juliana Douglas. Unfortunately, her rash marriage and infuriating self-absorbed reaction to the realities of it take over the first third of the book, though a part of you can’t help but watch her awfulness like a bad car wreck. Novels of this time period certainly have their fair share of despicable characters, but this was the first time my book-rage was actually triggered in one, and I would have paid money to enter that book just for the sole purpose of slapping the woman.

A fresh burst of cries from the unfortunate baby again called forth its mother's indignation.

"I wish to goodness that child was gagged," cried [Lady Juliana], holding hands to her ears. "It has done nothing but scream since the hour it was born, and it makes me quite sick to hear it."

"Poor little dear," said Mrs. Douglas compassionatly. "It appears to suffer a great deal."

"Suffer!" repeated her sister-in-law. "What can it suffer? I am sure it meets with a great deal more attention than any person in this house. These three old women do nothing but feed it morning to night, with everything they can think of, and make such a fuss about it!"

Mary, her daughter, is raised in Scotland, while Lady Juliana takes her twin sister, Adelaide, along with her when she moves back to England. I will say that the synopsis given here is a little inaccurate: the English portion of the story takes place in the countryside, not London, and Adelaide is more cold and ambitious than rash. Mary is a far more likable character than either her mother or sister, if at times a bit dull. She is not entirely without personality, and as I said, she’s not so much of an ideal of perfection that she isn’t likable, but it does feel like the author spends far more time on giving us character sketches of eccentric acquaintances than on digging into Mary herself. As a romance in the modern sense, this book fails: Mary’s love interest is barely in it, and we never get enough interactions between the two to really feel anything about their relationship, even if he seems like a nice enough fellow.

My favorite character would probably have to be Mary’s cousin, Lady Emily: raised by Lady Juliana, she’s also selfish and spoiled and not exactly morally centered, but she has intelligence and a heart, and I find that it’s rather rare to find such a flawed character as actual friends with the heroine without her eventually being revealed as two-faced or inconstant (such as, say…Isabella Thorpe in Northanger Abbey).

Lady Emily remained with her cousin; but she was a poor comforter: her indignation against the oppressor was always much stronger than her sympathy with the oppressed; and she would have been more in her element scolding the mother than soothing the daughter.

As a satire/critique on contemporary society, there’s certainly a lot here. Ferrier is merciless in showing how ridiculous the English prejudice against the Scottish can be, while also being perfectly willing to make some of those Scottish characters just as ridiculous as her English ones. The novel's statements on marriage are ones I find pretty well-matched with my own, even two hundred years later. The book’s main message is that the wisest marriages are born of a match made with both affection and sense, but it also compares the woman whose entire life revolves around her husband so that she cannot make a decision without him, with the woman whose independence causes her to behave as if he does not even exist, and how both are just as ridiculous in their own way. The book does devolve into moralizing here and there, but it was woven into the narrative a bit better than I’ve seen it done elsewhere.

"It's impossible the bagpipe could frighten anybody," said Miss Jacky in a high key; "nobody with common sense could be frightened by a bagpipe." [about Lady Juliana's screeching upon hearing one for the first time]

Despite this book’s host of unlikable characters and its uneven pacing, when all is said and done, I have to admit I enjoyed the book as a whole, even if some of that enjoyment came from screaming and complaining about it to my friends and family.

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If possible, I could ask for the same thing (headcanons with a snow white crush mc) but this time for visty? plss ૮꒰•u •。꒱ა

Writer's corner: Hi! Of course you could~! Here! Hope you like it! If not, please let me know and ask for another request so I can make another one for you. Enjoy the reading~

Warnings: none, only cute stuff.

⋆𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓽𝔂⋆ 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀-𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮-𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

⋆Shogo would get along pretty well with a Show-White mc, especially because he’s a kind guy who takes care of his fellows Visty’s members. He’s the Nii-chan Shogo, after all!

⋆I imagine you both meeting for the first time in a convenience store, while he’s buying some new gummies. You’d be there to buy some food on your own and then end up needing some help to grab something on the highest shelf.

⋆You’d stretch yourself, trying to reach it, but then stop only to see an elegant and pale hand grabbing it for you.

⋆”Here. Is this what you wanted?”, he’d smile at you.

⋆After meeting your eyes he would freeze in shock: your skin as white as snow, your hair as dark as ebony and your lips and cheeks naturally as red as apples.. you’d be surely the most beautiful girl he has ever met in his idol-type life.

⋆After that, probably without even knowing how famous Visty actually are, you’d become their closest friends. You’d hang out with them, trying to avoid paparazzi and journalists, who’d seem to be always ready to take a picture of you all and post it on medias, assuming that you’re a partner of one of them.

⋆I really headcanon Shogo trying to keep you away from medias. He really wouldn’t want your image to be ruined by paparazzi’s suppositions or foolish fake news. He’d keep you safe but still see you along with other Visty’s members.

⋆The first time he’d hear your voice would be during one of their dancing rehearsing. You’d be there, checking on Visty’s scene costumes (like verifying if they’re ripped and, if so, sewing them). While doing it you’d start singing one of their song angelically. That’s how Shogo would hear you and open his eyes wide, surprised that you even have so much talent!

⋆I definitely see him blushing a lot, knock on the door to make you know that he’s there and then start complimenting you. He’d be flustered when he’d see you blushing too and thank him for being so kind.

⋆”No need to thank me, y/n! It’s true!!.. You’ve... a beautiful voice..”

⋆But Shogo would completely fall in love with you after realizing that you love him not because he’s an actor’s son, but because of himself, because of Shogo’s true being, for being just himself.

⋆”I don’t care if your father is an actor, Shogo.. What I see it’s you.. not your dad, nor his job.. Just you simply being yourself..!”

⋆That’s how he’d decide to take a step and share his feelings for you with you. Especially if you also like gummies, or candies, I headcanon him revealing his crush on you holding a bunch of candies or gummies!! (AW-)

⋆”D-Do you love me too?!?... Uhm.. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓘 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓶, 𝔂/𝓷..!”

⋆”Mirror, mirror. Who, who, who’s the most beautiful one? It’s me, me, me, Toma!”

⋆I got a deja-vu... am I the only one?

⋆Seriously. It’s like creating the modern sequel of Snow White, with the only difference that Toma isn’t as evil as the Evil Queen, but caring and really goofy.

⋆He likes to keep happy his own unit with jokes and pranks, but he also ADORES beauty and in his free time he visits cosmetic stores (seriously.. a man to marry.)

⋆How would he meet you for the first time? Surely while he’s surrounded by many of his female fans. He’d say:“Relax, I belong to everyone~!”

⋆Then, while you’re passing by that chaos with your best friend, he’d notice you, your eyes would meet and he’d gasp, authentically surprised by your beauty: your skin as white as snow, your hair as dark as ebony and your lips and cheeks naturally as red as apples.

⋆He’d also be surprised because of your reaction to him. You wouldn’t fangirl or show to be happy to see him. You’d be neutral, like if Toma was a normal guy. Of course you wouldn’t know Visty or, maybe, you wouldn’t remember them.. it seems that after their leader’s left they lost a little bit of fame, so.. perhap.. this is the reason?

⋆After becoming his friend, though, I totally imagine you both getting along well! You’d hang out and spend some time together.

⋆He would definitely ask you something about your own beauty.

⋆”You’re so beautiful, my dear! Look at those red cheeks of yours! Your flawless skin and your lips... What do you use? Tell me your secrets~”

⋆He’d try to convince you to visit the cosmetic stores he consider the best ones and buy some masks or make-ups.

⋆”I assure you! These babies here will make your skin even more beautiful!”, he’d say, pointing at the bag full of masks.

⋆But it’s not always about joy and colours... or that’s what he’d thought if you weren’t with him.

⋆During his mental breakdowns, he’d worry too much about his appearance and people’s thoughts of him, but you’d be there, reassuring him that appearance are not what truly means, that what’s really important is kindness, respect, showing who we really are.

⋆”I swear, Toma, you don’t need to become more beautiful. Appearances are not so important. Our flaws are what really make us who we are. They’re not to avoid or delete. You’re amazing with your qualities and flaws.”

⋆After that he’d start crying, feeling helpless, and hug you, putting his head on your shoulder. That’s when you’d start singing, trying to reassuring him, caressing his hair. That’s when he’d discover your other talent, you melodious voice.

⋆He’d close his eyes, still hugging your figure, and get calmer minute by minute. It’s official: he’d fall for you, of course. He’d realize that you’re right: he has fallen for you, but not because you’re incredibly beautiful, but because you’ve always been there for him every time he needed to. Because you’ve been kind to him, you’ve shown your true self to him.

⋆”Wow... Is there anything you can’t do?.. Thank you for being so kind.. 𝓘 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓘’𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽, 𝔂/𝓷.”

⋆You all.. with me: PRINCE, PRINCE, PRINCE, PRINCE!!

⋆Aoi is the prince of Visty so I’m kinda happy to write how they would feel having a crush with a Show-White mc.

⋆Well.. you’d be the princess and they’d be the prince, obviously.

⋆You both would meet by chance. You’d go to buy some magazines and then find them buying some with BAE’s Anne on the cover. We know how they really like Anne’s living style and see them as an inspiration.

⋆You’d see one of those magazines falling onto the ground and taking it, then approaching Aoi and give it to them.

⋆”Excuse me. I think you’ve dropped this..”, you’d say and then look at the prince’s eyes surprised. He’d do the same, obviously: your skin as white as snow, your hair as dark as ebony and your lips and cheeks naturally as red as apples.

⋆They’d grab the magazine embarrassed and then, after thanking you, they’d run away awkwardly.

⋆You both would become friends soon and you’d be even more shocked, day by day, of how elegant, gently and big-hearted Aoi could be. They’d give you their jacket in cold nights, cooking your favourite meal for you when you’re sick and even helping you anytime you need to.

⋆”I’ll protect you from everything that can hurt you.”

⋆But, of course, you’d be the best for them and you wouldn’t be the only one to think about how handsome they are; they’d do the same to you.

⋆You both would totally spend some time together listening to music or reading magazines about your favourite singer/rapper. You’d also cook and, if you can’t cook, don’t worry, I’m sure they’d be happy to teach you.

⋆I headcanon them also being worried about you cooking for the first time. They’d keep their eyes on you, making sure that you’re safe enough.

⋆If you accidentally got burnt, they’d immediately run to you with some ice packages, covering your hand with it and asking if you’re okay. They’d totally ignore the bowl full of hot soup you’ve dropped. They’d focus on you and only you.

⋆”Is everything alright, y/n..?... Aw, don’t worry about the soup. I can cook some more later.. For now, let me see if your hand is alright.”

⋆They’d hear you singing during the housekeeping! While you both are cleaning the kitchen’s mess you’ve made, you both would surely start singing and realize that actually you’re a great duo! Your soft voices would be amazing together, no doubt!!

⋆Suddenly they’d run to you and hug you happily

⋆”Wow, y/n!! You’re voice is so beautiful!...oh.. uhm.. Sorry for bumping against you like this...”

⋆They’d realize that they have a crush on you.. well.. they’d take some time to. Unluckily Aoi has some insecurities and secrets they wouldn’t manage to share to anyone.. well, anyone except for you.

⋆I guess they’d realize they love you after sharing them with you. Normally they couldn’t even say a word about them to anyone, but your kindness, your calm.. everything of you would make them feel good enough to share those secrets with you.

⋆”You can count on me, Aoi.. You’ve helped me so many times. Now I can show you how much I care about you.. how much important you are to me.”

⋆That’s when they’d gasp, blush and try to avoid your eyes. They’d get adorably flustered a lot. Then you’d put your hands on their cheeks and look at their eyes again. They’d smile and, finally, tell you what they feel for you.. That they have fallen for you.

⋆”𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓱 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮, 𝔂/𝓷..!Thank you... I think we can do great things together... d-don’t you?”

⋆AWW. Finally it’s Kantaro’s turn.

⋆He’d get along well too with a Show-White mc, especially because he’s cuteee~

⋆Okay, let’s be honest. He’d be the one to see you for the first time while trying to take a selfie to post on Twitter. He’d try to get the perfect light in the picture and then... PUFF... he’d see you behind him, walking alone with your earphone on.

⋆He’s stare at you for some minutes, murmuring that you’re beautiful: your skin as white as snow, your hair as dark as ebony and your lips and cheeks naturally as red as apples.

⋆You wouldn’t notice him right away, because you’d be too focused on relaxing, listening to music you like. That’s the reason why he’d immediately run to you.

⋆”Hi, Stella~ I’m Kantaro!! Please... can you take a picture of me? I really can’t take a selfie.”

⋆You’d smile and nod and then take a photo of him. He’d thank you and then start a conversation with you.. I know what you’re thinking about.. Yes, he’s good at starting a conversation out of nowhere!!

⋆You’d soon become friends and decide to hang out together. You’d go to the park, to the mall, to get something to eat, wherever you prefer.

⋆Kantaro would realize step by step how gentle and caring you are, in addition to be a beautiful girl. You’d see him getting embarrassed day by day more, as you’d look at him smiling. He’d try to cover his own face behind his Phantometal, his smartphone case. You’d giggle, though, because of how adorable his face can be.

⋆”UHH? You aren’t a Stella?!”

⋆He’d gasp when he realized that you don’t really know Visty, or you don’t remember about them. That’s definitely how he’d get more nervous.

⋆”Well... Let me introduce Visty, y/n!!”

⋆I headcanon him bringing you to the studio where all Visty’s members meet to record their songs or to do some dancing rehearsing.

⋆He’d show you some of their pictures as well as principally their front page’s magazines or journals. Kantaro would also show you their old songs as well as some of the best videos he has from their concerts.

⋆He really cares so much about Visty’s, and especially his own, appearance and prefers when someone recognizes him and asks him for an autograph. He likes to have everyone’s attention, in short.

⋆”Seriously? You should post more on your IG, y/n! With the beauty of yours you’d be able to catch so many likes!! Ugh! I’m so jealous!”

⋆I pretty imagine him recording videos with you and being happy to share his passion for social medias.

⋆Kantaro would totally be the one to call you up in the morning randomly and happily ask you:

“Y/n!! Want to hang out?!”

⋆Also I think he’d be the one to ask you to show your singing talent. He’d also let you sing with Visty sometimes! Maybe you’d do a feat?! It’d be awesome!!

⋆He would realize his love for you only after one of his usual breakdowns.

⋆He’d be sad, worrying and getting anxious because of losing followers. Keeping scrolling his IG account to re-load it, he’d start seeing his profile picture getting blur every second more. He’d cry and explain it to you.

⋆I personally think that’s when you’d realize completely how weak Kantaro actually is. He cares so much about people’s attention that he has totally forgotten that those numbers are unknown people..

⋆”Kantaro.. listen to me.. Those people barely know you. They’re not your friends, nor your relatives. They’re just numbers.. People who truly love you are out of your smartphone.. They’re always there when you need to and won’t abandon you only because you’ve lost a pair of followers..”

⋆He’d wipe away his own tears and covered his eyes with his arm. Then finally hug you tightly.

⋆”...Thank- Thank you, y/n..! You’re always...always so kind..𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘… 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾-!”

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