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nerd!ony x black reader

WC: 5K+

A/N: MDNI, afab reader, black reader, we love ony down bad as always. I had fun writing this one

“Ony, again bruh come on.”

Onyankopon sighs, rubbing his hands down his face as he stands in the doorway of his dorm. His teammates stand on the other side, once again urging him to come out for the night. “Come on, yall know how my mama is. If I don’t ace this test, I’m done.” he shrugs. Groans sound out in the crowd of people. “Ony, it's college. One bad test won't mess you up. You already have a 4.0.” his best friend Connie slaps a hand on his shoulder. “And if I was paying my own way through school I would agree. But my folks ain’t going for that and yall know it.” he explains for the umpteenth time as he pushes his glasses up on his face. Ony’s arm cross over his wide chest as he tries his best to be patient with his friends and teammates. They’re cutting into studying time was the only thing running through his mind. One thing about him, he ran a strict program. Study time was set and organized each week depending on workload. Alarms were set on his clock for breaks and lunches. Phone silenced for no distractions. He had it all in order but his teammates were disrupting his routine and it made than vein in his neck twitch in agitation. He knew they meant well but it didn't change a thing.

Ony had been forced to go to at least one team outing by his friends and coaches (yeah, it was that bad.) After hours of reluctance he agreed to go only because he was offered (bribed with) a full study day of no interruptions and a light practice day which everyone knew he wouldn't take. His team had managed to get him out that night for the annual fair. The minute he got there he was ready to leave. It was overwhelming. The lights, the bodies, the people. He found himself standing in the line for the ferris wheel in hopes that the height from the rotating ride could offer him some sense of reprieve from the chaos swarming around him. His eyes fan the area, taking in his surroundings, teammates standing close by loud and boisterous. And then he saw you and instantly it seemed like the world melted away. Ony rarely gets awestruck but there was something about the way your brown skin shines under the moonlight, eyes twinkling like stars. Drawn like a moth to a flame he didn't even register that you had walked up to him until you were standing right under his nose. “Hey cutie. What’s your name?” Was the first thing you said to him that night. His eyes widened because there was no way you were talking to him, right? But you were. He stuttered his name to you and your response was one he would never forget. “Nice to meet you Ony. I’m Y/N. In a few minutes, I’m going to hold out my hand and you’re going to put your phone in it. I’ll be expecting a text from you with a time and a date. And if you can set it in the next 48 hours, you’ll definitely be getting a goodnight kiss that night.” He was so starstruck that he barely registered when your hand lifted in front of him. He fumbled his phone from his pocket and before you had walked off good he had sent you a text (Eren had to force him to do it because he was still confused about the entire encounter). A few dates later, he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sweet, quiet gesture much like him. A promise ring stuffed in your favorite dessert at your favorite restaurant coupled with two dozen roses. You shared your second first kiss that night.

This was something new for you both. But he didn't give a damn about anything else other than the pure lust rushing through his veins. “Ony.” You whimper. “Come on mamas. Be a good girl for me, okay?” His deep voice rumbles low in his chest. Your breath is ragged, your body trembling as you lean back slowly in the front of the bench seat of his Chevy. You tilt your hips forward spreading your legs slowly. One leg resting on the top of the seat and the other bent slightly resting against the center console. You spread your legs slowly, heat singing your skin from his gaze. “Keep it just like that babygirl.” he starts the car, engine revving as he skirts off down the road, his non driving hand inching underneath your panties. He plunges two fingers inside you with ease and your body convulses at how full you feel. Ony’s hands are big, matching the rest of his massive frame. “Fuck.” You whine as your hips chase his fingers. “Damn baby, you dripping all over the fucking seat. Look at my pretty pussy just gushing for me.” Ony’s deep voice rings in your ears, dragging chills down your spine. Your confusion clashes with your euphoria because the only thing running through your head is what the fuck happened to the sweet man I’m dating. This was a different person completely. You can tell in the way his eyes devour you, the way his fingers caress your walls, the way his tongue drags across his lips and he smirks down at you. You try to call his name but only a moan falls from your lips as he hits that spot just right with the tip of his middle finger. “Ony please.” You whine, your back arching further from the seat. “You begging now just wait until we get in this room.” He growls plunging his fingers deeper, knuckles slipping past your opening. Your manicured hands grip the fabric of the seat as you feel your orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. Eight months, that’s how long it had been. I mean sure you have toys and you and Ony may or may not have sent some photos back and forth but nothing too explicit. So this was overwhelming you in the best of ways.

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when dadkuna gets the call that his son’s suspended for fighting at school

the call hits at 3:17 pm. the school number on the cracked screen of your phone. you swipe to answer before it can ring twice.

“hello?"

“mrs. ryomen? we need either you or your husband to come down to the office. your son was involved in a physical altercation. he’s suspended for three days pending further review. he’s waiting here now.”

you press two fingers to the bridge of your nose, already feeling the headache bloom. “wha—okay. we’ll be there in twenty.”

sukuna’s in the garage, hunched over the old harley he’s been rebuilding for months. black tank clinging to his back from the heat, grease streaked across his forearms where his tattoos peek out. he doesn’t look up when you step into the open bay.

“hey kuna?” you softly call, “school called.”

he keeps wiping the carburetor with a shop rag. “what now.”

“he got into a fight and they’re suspending him. we have to go pick him up.”

the rag stops mid-motion. his jaw flexes once, visible even from the side. “he start it?”

“they didn’t say over the phone.”

“figures.” he tosses the rag onto the cluttered workbench. his tools scattered, half-empty beer can sweating beside a crumpled pack of cigarettes. “let’s go.”

the drive is quiet except for the sound of the truck and sukuna's knuckles white on the wheel. you know better than to fill the silence with platitudes. he hates that shit.

ren, your son, is slouched in one of the orange plastic chairs bolted to the wall outside the principal’s door. his split lip already swelling, fresh bruise blooming purple under his left eye, knuckles split and crusted. blood’s dried in a thin line down the front of his gray hoodie. he looks up when the door swings open, meets sukuna’s stare straight on. no ounce of apology in his eyes. just the same stubborn set to his mouth you’ve seen a thousand times in the mirror.

he was looking exactly like sukuna at that age in the old photos you've seen.

not only does he look like his dad, he for sure got his temper too.

"you better have a damn good reason." sukuna stops in the doorway, boots planted. “what the fuck happened.”

“some kid wouldn’t shut up about mom,” ren says, “said shit i wasn’t about to let stand, so i handled it.”

ahhh fortunately for him, that's enough of an excuse to sukuna.

you feel sukuna’s temper rise and you just sigh knowing he’ll most likely tolerate this behavior again. you move first, moving pass them into the principal’s office ready to get this over with so you can have a talk with your son properly.

the principal’s a nervous-looking guy in a polyester suit two sizes too big. he looks ridiculous, you and sukuna once had a good laugh talking about him. he stands when you enter. sukuna follows, shoulders filling the narrow doorway. he doesn’t sit. just crosses his arms and leans against the wall, tattoos catching the harsh overhead light.

he clears his throat twice. “mr. and mrs. ryomen thank you for coming so quickly.”

sukuna stays silent as the principal fidgets with a pen.

“your son initiated the physical contact,” he starts. “the other student sustained a mild concussion. we’re recommending–”

“he said something about my wife,” sukuna interrupts. "that true or what?"

the principal lets out a nervous chuckle. “be that as it may, we maintain a zero-tolerance policy toward violence–”

sukuna’s voice cuts in again, “say that part again. what exactly did the other kid say about her?”

the room goes still, you don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or proud that both your husband and son are standing up for you like this. ren shifts his weight, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum.

“called her a gold digger,” ren says. “said she only married you for the cash and that you’re just some ex-con tattoo artist who knocked her up... that pissed me off."

sukuna’s gaze flicks to you for half a heartbeat. you shake your head the smallest amount—no. he exhales loudly, the frustration in him growing more.

“so my kid put his hands on a loudmouth who was talking shit about his mother,” sukuna says. “and you’re punishing him for it.”

“school policy is clear—”

“your policy’s obviously shit.” sukuna pushes off the wall. “you let these kids talk whatever trash they want all day, but the minute someone actually responds, you clutch your pearls?”

“mr. ryomen, i’m going to have to ask you to—”

you can't stand this.

“me and my husband understand the suspension. we’ll take him home. do we need to sign anything?”

the principal hesitates, then slides the forms across the desk. you sign quick while sukuna keeps staring at the motivational poster on the wall like he’s imagining putting a fist through it.

the parking lot’s baking under the late-afternoon sun, shadows stretch long and jagged from the chain-link fence and the row of staff cars, a couple seagulls wheel overhead, crying once before banking toward the football field. the truck chirps twice when sukuna thumbs the fob, the doors unlock with that familiar pop.

sukuna's ready to hear whatever lecture you have to give this time.

“backseat, ren,” you say flatly.

he doesn’t argue. he ducks his head and slides into the back without a sound. the leather creaks under your guys weight as sukuna fires the engine.

“you don’t get to decide what’s worth fighting over at school,” you start. “i don’t care what he said about me. you don’t put your hands on someone because words hurt your feelings. that’s not how this works.”

ren stares down at the rubber floor mat.

“you’re grounded. two weeks. no phone, no going out, no friends over. you come straight home after school when the suspension’s up. you do your work, you help around the house, and you think about why throwing punches isn’t a solution. clear?”

ren nods once, slow. “yeah.”

“say it.”

he lifts his eyes just enough to meet yours in the rearview. “it’s clear. i’m grounded two weeks. no phone, no nothing.”

you hold his gaze another second, then turn back forward. “good.”

the rest of the drive unspools in thick silence. traffic thins as you leave the school zone, the sun dipping low enough that the dashboard glows faintly orange. you keep your eyes on the road, fingers laced loosely in your lap, while sukuna’s grip on the wheel stays steady but no longer bone-white.

when the truck finally rolls into the driveway, sukuna kills the engine with a twist of the key. the sudden quiet is awkward.

you unbuckle first, turning halfway in your seat. “i’m starting dinner. kuna,” you pause facing your husband, “talk to him.”

sukuna exhales through his nose when you enter the house. he reaches over and twists the key back just enough to kill the accessory power, plunging the cabin into near-darkness except for the faint streetlight spilling through the windshield.

ren’s voice comes out low, a little nervous now that it's just his dad with him, “you mad at me?”

sukuna laughs in response. “mad?” he echoes. “nah, not mad. you did what you had to do.”

"wait really??"

“kid talked shit about your mom,” sukuna continues, “you handled it. part of me gets that—hell, most of me does. but your mother just laid it out plain, she's right, you don’t swing first at school. not because defending family is wrong. because getting caught makes it useless. next time you decide something’s worth handling, make sure no one sees. or better yet, walk away and deal with it where cameras don’t reach and mouths don’t run to teachers.”

ren nods slowly, throat working like he’s swallowing everything he wants to say. “she’s pissed.”

“she’s pissed because she doesn’t want you turning into me at sixteen.” sukuna finally flicks his eyes to the rearview mirror, meeting ren’s gaze head-on. “look just take the grounding, do the time, don’t argue with her. she’ll cool off faster that way.”

ren rubs his jaw, careful around the swelling bruise. “yeah… okay. i get it, thanks dad.”

sukuna pops his door open, the dome light flooding the cab with weak yellow. “come on. go help her with whatever she’s doing in there and ice that face before it swells completely shut.”

ren climbs out first, shoulders hunched a little like the weight of the day is still sitting on them. sukuna follows a second later, pocketing the keys as he exhales once more.

later that night when the house quiets down, ren’s already shut himself in his room, lights off early for once.

you and sukuna are both in bed too.

sukuna’s sprawled face-down on the mattress, shirt gone, the wide map of his back exposed.

he groans low when you climb onto the bed behind him, knees bracketing his hips. your hands settle between his shoulder blades first, thumbs digging slow circles into the knots that live there permanently.

“fuck—right there,” he mutters into the pillow.

massaging him is one of the routines you guys do before sleeping, sukuna claims it completes his day no matter how shitty it went.

you keep the pressure steady, working down the length of his spine. the room smells faintly of his soap and the arnica gel you rubbed into ren’s face earlier.

after a minute you lean forward, hair brushing his shoulder.

“sooo you two talk in the truck?”

“yeah.”

your palms slide up to his traps, kneading deeper. “and???”

“told him he did good putting the kid in his place.” sukuna shifts his head to the side so he can talk properly. “but that he can’t be dumb about it next time. school cameras, witnesses, snitches—whole system’s built to catch the guy who actually swings. told him if he’s gonna handle shit, handle it clean. or don’t handle it at all.”

you pause for half a second, glaring at him. “so you basically told him it’s fine to fight… just don’t get caught.”

he snorts. “i told him reality ain’t the same as the lecture you gave. sweetheart, you want him safe and i want him smart. both can be true.”

your hands start moving again, tracing the ridges of muscle along his ribs. “you’re enabling him.”

“i’m not telling him to start fights.” sukuna turns his head the other way, cheek pressed flat to the pillow so he can see you out of the corner of his eye. “i’m telling him the world doesn’t run on zero-tolerance posters. kid talks about you like that again? someone’s gonna feel it. might as well be someone who knows how to throw properly. i just don’t want him suspended every other week or expelled before he graduates.”

you press your thumbs into the base of his skull, he hisses softly, sounding pleased.

“he looks so much like you in those old pictures now,” you say quieter.

“he’s got your eyes though. softer when he’s not pissed. he’ll figure it out.”

you lean down, lips touching the warm skin behind his ear. “you really not mad at him?”

“nah.” his voice drops lower. “‘m feeling proud. some punk runs his mouth about my wife and my kid lays him out without blinking? that’s blood. that’s mine.” he exhales again. “but i hate seeing his face fucked up. hate even more that he’s gonna carry my reputation around like a target. they already look at him sideways because of me.”

your hands slide down his arms now, working the tension out of his forearms, the same ones that were covered in grease earlier. “he’s not you at sixteen. he’s got us. both of us.”

sukuna turns over suddenly. quick enough that you have to brace on his chest to keep balance. he catches your wrists and tugs you down until you’re half sprawled across him. his eyes flick over your face, looking tired.

“c’mere,” he mutters, already reaching. "didn't i just get lucky?"

his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair just enough to guide you down. he pulls you in like it’s the most natural thing after a day like this.

the kiss lands soft, lips pressing slow against yours. you taste the faint mint from the gum he was chewing earlier, mixed with whatever’s left of the day on his breath. his other arm loops around your lower back, palm flat and heavy, dragging you closer until there’s no space left.

your chest against his, heartbeat thumping steady under your hand.

he angles his head to deepen the kiss. tongue brushes yours lazily like he’s savoring it, you feel his fingers tighten slightly in your hair before loosening again.

you pull back after a minute, just enough to breathe. noses still touching, foreheads pressed.

he doesn’t open his eyes right away. just stays close, breathing you in.

“better?” you whisper.

“mm yeah.”

his thumb strokes along your jaw then he leans up and kisses you again. it's shorter this time like he’s saying shut up and stay here. lips linger a second longer before he drops his head back to the pillow with a tired exhale.

arms stay wrapped around you, one hand settling low on your back, the other still loosely in your hair.

“stop thinking about it, kay? he’ll be alright,” he says eventually. “yer a great mom and 'm trying not to screw up too. he got time to fuck up and figure it out. more than i ever did.”

A/N: genuinely. what is this. art by _avecot on x. also vote

#ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gingerfinishedreading

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HII i was wondering if you could do with Damian and possibly the other batboys if you wanted the prank on TikTok where you pretend to hide something( someone) in the closet when they return home from a patrol pls❤️❤️❤️😅😅

who's that?

IN WHICH... when damian returns home, you prank him by pretending you're hiding another man in the closet!

warnings: hurt/comfort ig but it's meant to comedic, fluff, f!reader, imo lowkey fucked up!reader bc this prank is so mean :(, yall r kinda goofy at the end, very briefly suggestive but no smut, pet names

wc: 1.2k

a/n: in a way this connects with "climbing your boyfriend" bc they're both pranks you pulled on dami :)

also i personally would never do this prank bc like cheating—even if it's not real and just a prank—just irks me so bad😭 for the fic tho

If it wasn't already obvious enough, you love to prank your sweet, mildly dense boyfriend. You climb him, you trick him into giving you $100, you've gotten him to accidentally say what's up dog? more times than you can count. It's easily your favorite pass time—he's just so precious when he's staring at you with furrowed brows, all confused and disoriented as to what the fuck is going on.

So, yes, when you saw a girl on TikTok pretend as if she was hiding another man in the closet upon her boyfriend's arrival, the prank was calling your name.

The moment you hear Damian's footsteps ascending the stairs, you purposefully make lots of clamor, banging your closet door a bit as you open and shut it, whisper-yelling "Go, go, go!" into the empty room. Your phone is hidden between some books, documenting everything.

Damian pauses on the staircase, frowning at all the ruckus coming from your bedroom, but he tries to think nothing of it. He continues his way up and turns the corner to your shut door. Well, now it's suspiciously quiet on the other side...

"Beloved?" he calls softly, knocking his knuckles on the wood. "Can I come in?"

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian x reader #dc x reader #dcu #gingerfinishedreading

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THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL

nothing's fair in love and war

you died for ryomen sukuna. you refuse to live for him this time.

synopsis: you weren't supposed to survive. but when you're given a second chance and wake up from death's door years in the past, you're left to decide whether to stay in sukuna's shadow and repeat history or carve out a new path for yourself. when the latter leads you to falling for a pretty dark haired boy, you quickly discover that your history is a lot harder to run from than you thought. will choso help you through it? or will sukuna haunt you forever?

pairing: heian era!Sukuna x f!reader, Choso x f!reader

wc: 12.7k

content: mdni!! angst and fluff and smut!!!! character death, regression, reader dies and accidentally turns back in time, blood/violence, true form sukuna, he's a real asshole guys lmfaoo, sukuna has ISSUES, abandoment issues, trauma from death, emotional hurt, BUT COMFORT THIS TIME !!, moving on from toxic relationships, courting, choso is obsessed with her, garden dates, mutual pining, falling in love, kissing/making out, marriage proposals, accidental pregnancy, pregnant sex, oral sex (f! receiving), choso loves to eat out his wife (he just loves his wife in general), unprotected piv sex, doggy style, nipple play, creampie, sukuna being miserable and mourning what he could've had, VERY happy ending for reader

a/n: this is a commission by my sweet amazing angel @martianzmars and part two to this!!! ADORE you cutie pie :3 the sukuna art is by @alukaforyou <3

How long had red eyes haunted you?

Carved themselves into the deepest recesses of your mind, always present, always there, even when he wasn’t. Watching you chase after him, waste away days and years yearning for him to look back and realize you couldn’t catch up.

You clung to your last breaths like you’d clung to him.

Where had your love landed you? At death’s door?

Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret a single second of it. Even if the last time you spoke to him, you told him you wished you never met him.

Sucking in broken gasps, tasting blood on your tongue as your hand traced over your stomach, making one last wish as you felt the faint kick of your child stirring inside of you.

That they would live.

It was a fool’s hope. Bargaining with the universe that they’d get a life you never got the chance to give them.

But wasn’t that what every mother wanted for their baby?

The best?

You knew you were going to die.

Could feel your strength slipping, heart slowing as your body grew painfully heavy. A hand was holding yours, the man who’d done this to you regretting his decision, maybe, no matter how much he resented Sukuna.

You weren’t stupid. You’d always suspected some day he’d be the death of you. Undo everything he’d built simply by being him. Pissing off the wrong person or pushing past his own limits until you were caught in the crossfire.

And now your baby would pay the price.

Something damp was on your cheek, and it took you a second to realize it was your own tears.

It was too late to cry about it.

But they weren’t for you.

Picturing a chubby-cheeked baby, fingers wrapped tight around one of yours as you cradled her against your chest, yawning as she blinked and revealed a pretty red pair of eyes you’d already spent your life loving.

Maybe in another one you’d get to adore hers too.

Dying wasn’t quite as cold as you dreamed of. No, it was surprisingly warm.

Almost like you were being held, squeezed softly as you drifted into the dark – only to blink and discover the ceiling wasn’t blood-stained.

The ceiling wasn’t the same at all, actually.

Belatedly realizing someone was shaking you, struggling to piece together your fractured surrounding until a flash of your former favorite color snapped you out of it.

You heard yourself say his name, a raw croak that came out more like a squeak. A completely different pitch than it had been before.

And the Sukuna in front of you was not the same one who left you locked up in his estate.

All scrawny, starvation etched features standing out in the dim lighting, just a fucking kid, your stomach dropping as you quickly glanced down to see that it was gone. What the fuck was this?

He told you to sleep, just as grumpy and gruff as you remembered.

Were you reliving your life in your last moments?

He shoved your face back into his chest, the scent of smoke hanging onto it as you squirmed in his hold.

“What’s happening?” You asked, unable to not sound like you were pleading.

You didn’t even know for what.

Confusion complicating the heavy feelings curdling in your core, loss choking you up as you tried not to cry on him.

And despite the bone-deep sorrow slicing through you, there was a faint sense of comfort too, body relaxing as you let him hold you, convinced it would be the last time. That the universe was listening and granted you one more night with him.

Brought you back to some of the best days of your life, where you were both still children, where the only thing you had to worry about was what you’d eat next and what the weather was going to be.

Before Sukuna became the monster everyone said he was.

#ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #part 2/2 #gingerfinishedreading

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NOTHING'S FAIR IN LOVE & WAR

the strongest sorcerer of all time refuses to have a weakness...even if it's you

synopsis: ryomen sukuna is not meant to have feelings for anyone. let alone the best friend sleeping in his bed, the single person in this suffocating estate who isn't scared of him. from starving to being double stuffed, you stayed by his side throughout all of it. so why can't he seem to do the same for you?

pairing: heian era!Sukuna x f!reader, Choso x f!reader

wc: 10.7k

content: mdni!! heavy angst and smut!!!! character death, regression, blood/violence, true form sukuna, he's a real asshole guys lmfaoo, mean and possessive sukuna, fingering, titty sucking, unprotected piv sex, anal sex, double penetration (each hole), creampie, accidental pregnancy, sukuna has ISSUES, reader loves him anyway, emotional hurt, no comfort, sukuna crashing out, sweet choso is also here, garden sex, mentions of marriage, happy ending for reader

a/n: this is a commission by my sweet amazing angel @martianzmars !!! love you cutie pie :3 the sukuna art is by @winterrbluess <3

What was the worth of a flower?

It faded. Wilted. Petals falling off with time if they weren’t trampled on first. They didn’t last. Just another weak, fragile thing that sprouted only to die.

“Why?” He plucked off a delicate petal, nose scrunching in disgust.

You frowned at him, and he passed the detestable thing back to you. Swallowing his scoff and spreading his thighs further apart on his throne, propping his face up with one of his arms. Must you end the day with some boring fight over a petty thing like that? He watched the way your fist tightened around the crooked stem from the corner of one of his bottom eyes.

“It’s medicinal,” you muttered, gesturing to the cut on his arm.

He rolled his eyes, flexing his bicep before letting his own energy wash over him, healing himself without even an ounce of exertion.

He didn’t need some puny, pathetic flower to do it for him.

Didn’t need your help.

What would it take for you to realize that?

You weren’t kids anymore. Not twelve years old, skin and bones, needing you to collect herbs and wildflowers to cure him from some cold or sickness. Both of you had grown up.

And yet, you were still here, still following him, trailing after his path of destruction, holding onto his sleeve. Because you needed him.

That was just the way it was.

“My lord, you still have-”

He shut up his aide with a single wave, grinding his back molars as he waited for the next person to enter the throne room. He resented his title. Resented the room itself.

They were supposed to be a symbol of his strength, things he was given simply because he scared people. The men with money shoving material possessions, lands, titles, women, whatever they thought would satiate him, offering up their servants and daughters alike if it meant their heads would be spared.

Sometimes it did.

But others weren’t always lucky. And his mood was, ah, how did you put it?

Fickle?

His flames shifted with the wind.

And your attitude this afternoon wasn’t helping.

You dismantled the rest of the flower yourself. Moodily perched on the edge of his lap, distracting him while he tried to listen to the whines and pleas from his subjects. They always had something to complain about, even when they got on their knees trembling to ask him for more.

These days, you didn’t even look up when he slaughtered them. Just twirling the stem between your fingers as the blood hit the floor.

Your mouth was moving, like you were speaking, but no words came out. Pouting a little, your brows pulling together as you pried the last petal off and let it hit the ground.

“What are you doing?” He grumbled, and you shrugged your shoulders, not looking back.

“Playing a game,” you responded softly, barely reacting when one of his free hands grabbed your waist through the top layer of your kimono.

He grunted his disapproval, but you didn’t flinch.

The rest of the world was terrified of the four-armed monster rumored to butcher and burn those who dared to cross him. Serve their bodies up on a spit roast.

He said they hadn’t experienced true hunger if they condemned him for a little cannibalism.

You didn’t fear him though. Saw past the scars and disfiguration that made even those beneath him turn and whisper.

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sundives

Keep my heart guarded ✶ lhs.

Summary: Your long-term relationship with your bodyguard-slash-personal assistant Lee Heeseung goes way back in high school. Ever since then, he keeps your heart guarded and humbled in every possible way since your makeup line started to rise into fame. But when a dating scandal tied you with your brand's ambassador, leading to a PR stunt that will last for two years, that's when you realized that your relationship with Heeseung was starting to crumble because of the fortune and popularity.

Fourth installment of Big reputations series.

✰ Song inspirations: King of my heart by Taylor Swift, National Anthem by Lana del rey, Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift

✰ Word count: 22.7k

✰ Tags: CEO au, bodyguard/assistant au, established relationship, secret relationships, aged-up characters (they’re both in their early 30s) relationship conflicts, jealousy, ANGST, mild fluff ig, smut!!! misunderstandings, rumors, breakups (and getting back together,) heeseung is such a green flag and down bad (fuck yesss), usage of korean honorifics. mentions of kpop idols.

✰ CW: plot with porn, smut, service dom! Heeseung, p in v sex, unprotected sex (pls dont), cumming inside, bathtub sex, praise, petnames, riding, fingering, kinda breeding kink, idk what else to tag but this is just soft shitty smut and they’re very much in love.

✰ Asul's note: FUCK YES ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP WITH CONFLICTS, one of my favorite tropes to write. After almost two months I was able to finish this one, thank god. Anyways, I eyeballed everything so don’t come after me and yeah, buckle up because this is going to be a long-ass ride. Not proofread by the way.

✰ Series taglist: @kyutiepeachy @rosepetals09 @toastmenace @k1ttyjwon @kikidoul @brokenengene @tatikeu @ddeondalandan @ellyre @addictedtohobi @fancypeacepersona @heeseungsgf26 @axfyl @dollvtte @saraabbas @meloncholatte

#lee heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung x reader #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen #gingerfinishedreading

moritas-tiny-theatre

One-shot! What Starts Badly Ends Well

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi!Reader (Olo'eyktan's Daughter)

Word Count: ~7,4K words

Summary: As the fierce, independent daughter of the Tayrangi clan's Olo'eyktan, being traded away in a political marriage to secure an alliance against the Sky People is your absolute worst nightmare. Neteyam Sully is determined to play the dutiful, perfect husband to unite your people—at least in public. Behind closed doors, your clash of egos erupts into venomous sarcasm, competitive aerial warfare, and a boiling, hate-fueled intimacy neither of you knows how to handle.

CW: Arranged/forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers, intense verbal sparring, extreme public vs. private persona contrast., Heavy sexual tension, hate-fueled physical intimacy, smut! (passionate, rough make-out sessions and suggestive, raw intimacy driven by frustration), cocky/provocative Neteyam, stubborn and aggressive female lead, Mild fantasy violence, strong language, suggestive themes.

#neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x reader #avatar x reader #james cameron avatar #avatar #gingerfinishedreading

h7evan

STARGIRL INTERLUDE

Trope: Muse x Artist

Pairing: spy!sunoo x spy!female reader

Synopsis: When your best friend Kim Sunoo discovers your secret talent for art, you thought you’d never hear the end of it within AISA’s walls. However, surprisingly enough, he makes a strange request to become your source of inspiration when you admitted you had artist’s block. What you didn’t expect to realize while working on your pieces was how truly gorgeous Sunoo actually was, as it begins to stir up unwanted and unforeseen feelings within yourself for this young agent. He wasn’t just beautiful - he’s majestic, mysterious and hiding a loneliness you never thought he possessed. Your art becomes a way of understanding him and he becomes the motivation for your hobby you never knew you needed. But what’s going to happen when a new obsessed agent tries to steal your best friend from you?

Warnings: inappropriate language (mild cursing), explicit mature content - smut (MDNI), oral sex (m receiving), definitely more on the angsty side and Sunoo bringing out an emotional version of himself

Mishi’s Thoughts: First fic for the maknae line is here! I definitely wanted this to be a bit more on the fluff and angst side, so I tended to include a bit more of those aspects in this fic rather than a load of smut like usual. Actually proofread this one this time and I just want to thank everyone for all the support once more! Yes, I seriously can’t thank you guys enough! Permanent taglist is still open so please feel free to ask, don’t be shy! I’ll happily add whoever would love to be a part of it. Also, I may or may not release a surprise fic before the Starboy series ends mainly to celebrate Romance: Untold’s 2nd anniversary. Hopefully I can finish it by July 12th. Can someone please make a time machine and take me back to that era because I seriously miss it so damn much? Take me back I want to stay there forever. If you have any ideas for me to write about and you’d like to share, my requests are open now so I’ll happily take any suggestions as I’m almost done the series. Gentle reminder this is in no way connected to who I’m writing about in real life and yeah that’s about it. Thank you all so much for reading and interacting (please do)! Enjoy!!

“What’s this?” Sunoo mused to himself as he entered the lounge, noticing a sketchbook sitting on one of the coffee tables with the familiar sigh of your signature on the bottom right-hand corner.

He glanced around, finding you standing some distance away by the bar counter, sipping a cup of coffee while chatting with another friend.

He moved to take a seat, picking up the sketchbook and opening it, flipping through the pages.

Sunoo widened his eyes, taking note of the artistic drawings within. Stunned at the character studies, botanical sketches, urban scene thumbnails and even abstract line experiments.

He couldn’t believe it - fingers running over the gradients of color swatch pages and deep or light pencil shadings.

He was quite literally appalled and even entranced at the outstanding work presented in the sketchbook.

When you made your way back over to where you left your sketchbook, you froze, noticing your best friend going through your work.

He didn’t notice you just yet. But judging by his expression, you were positive that he was studying your drawings with an intensity that you’ve never seen before.

“Sunoo? What the hell-” you tried to start but he cut you off.

“You did all this? On your own?” His voice was soft, lacking the usual excitement he always had.

You nodded, watching him lift his head to look at you for a brief moment before falling strangely quiet, stopping at a particular sketch of a female face.

You watched his eyes trace the loose pencil lines capturing a distant expression on the person’s face. Some lines were fully shaded like along the nose and jawline and others were just quick gesture lines alongside the cheekbones.

He looked up, bright fox eyes showing a bit of curiosity within them.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked softly.

You blinked, “Tell you what?”

Sunoo rolled his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

“That you’re an artist of course!” He exclaimed and you immediately moved to sit beside him, clapping a hand over his mouth with your eyes wide.

“Not so loud!” You chided him.

He looked around, everyone else within the lounge minding their own business.

You carefully pulled your hand away from his mouth, your cheeks flushing now that your secret was out.

“It’s not important,” you muttered under your breath.

Sunoo scoffed, “Of course it is. Y/N these are amazing you know that?”

You shook your head, trying to play it off, “They’re not that good, trust me. It’s just a hobby.”

“So?” He shot back, flicking through the pages of your sketchbook, “These are actually brilliant you know!”

“How could you hide these from me? I had no idea you were so skilled in art!”

You let out a heavy exhale, looking away, “It’s really not that deep, Sun.”

Sunoo didn’t say anything for a moment, growing quiet.

When you actually looked over at him after a few minutes of silence, he appeared to be in deep thought.

“How often do you do this hobby then?” He asked, his voice low.

You let out a soft sigh, shaking your head, “It’s hard to say. I haven’t even sketched in a long while.”

Sunoo raised his eyebrows, glancing over at you curiously, “Artist’s block then? How come?”

You looked at the sketchbook in his hands, “I brought it to work with me thinking it’ll bring me some motivation. Didn’t help though.”

“What if you used me?” Sunoo suddenly piped up after a short pause.

You snapped your head over to him, confused, “What?”

Sunoo looked around, refusing to meet your eyes, “You know… maybe you need inspiration I guess?”

“So you’re basically saying you want to be my muse?” You gazed at him intently, tilting your head and watching him get flustered for a moment.

He quickly cleared his throat, letting out a light laugh that sounded more like a squeak, “Well- yeah pretty much. Muse if that’s what you want to call it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You think it’ll work?”

He shrugged lightly, a bit shy as he closed your sketchbook and handed it back to you.

“I guess we’ll only know if we try right?”

“You’re absolutely sure you want to do this, Sun?” you asked, plopping down on an armchair opposite where Sunoo was sitting on your living room couch.

He nodded, “Positive. Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, what if you don’t enjoy it and it’s boring?”

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.

“Y/N, I want to be your muse.”

You stared at him intently for a moment, your heartbeat picking up speed, noticing how his own face turned pink at his confession.

He added hastily, “It’s for your artist block isn’t it? I’m just thinking that maybe my face would I don’t know- give you ideas?”

That made you laugh, though a deep part of yourself sensed that he wanted more with this opportunity.

“Why’d you think you could help me though?” You asked curiously.

You tried to make yourself look busy so you wouldn’t have to look at him for too long, flicking through your sketchbook and sharpening your drawing pencils as he spoke.

You paused on a blank page when you heard his voice - quiet and almost shy. A stark contrast to the bubbly and excited Sunoo you knew.

“You know… I like being around you obviously. Not just when we’re working but because you’re my best friend, Y/N. I don’t want to do this just to interfere or anything. It’s just- looking at your work and seeing the expressions and talent within everything, there’s just something honest and genuine about it.”

You looked up, a small smile now playing on your lips as you listened to him keep going.

“And I guess… I don’t want to be someone who doesn’t make that feel dangerous for you. I truly just want to help you experience the light of happiness and inspiration this hobby is bringing for you.”

You let out a soft laugh, stunned yet extremely touched at his words, “Sun-!”

He shook his head, beaming as he gained a bit more courage to keep talking, “Shush! I’m not done!”

“If being here helps you keep that softness without feeling exposed… then I’m extremely glad to be a part of it. Even if you never call it anything. Even if it’s just me sitting nearby while you create. I just want to see the real you and for you to see the real me,” he finished with a sheepish smile.

You blinked at him, staring at your best friend in stunned silence until you both suddenly burst out into a ruckus of laughter.

You picked up a crumpled paper ball out of the multiple you had tossed around your living room floor from work you weren’t satisfied with in the past and pelted it at him, earning a shriek as you both giggled.

“You are so cringe Kim Sunoo!” You bubbled out a laugh, yelping as soon as another paper ball came flying right back at you.

“You ready?” You asked as the laughter eventually died down.

Sunoo nodded, shifting his position on the couch and placing his hands on his knees as he straightened up.

You chuckled, taking in his earnest gaze at you and the slight tilt of his head, “Not so stiff. Relax. Just- be yourself.”

He raised his eyebrows at you in a questioning stare, “What? I am being myself though.”

You shot him a bemused look, “Looking like a frozen fish? Since when?”

He rolled his eyes and immediately leaned back, crossing one leg over his thigh while he rested his arms on the back of the couch, clearly a much more relaxed position than before.

“Better?” He asked, his tone dry.

“Loads.”

You shifted your attention to your sketchbook, trying to figure out which pencil to use until you suddenly felt his stare boring into your skin.

“You don’t have to stare at me either, act natural and do your own thing. Watch the tv if you must,” you didn’t look up and he muttered under his breath, grabbing the tv remote, turning it on and flicking to the movie he wanted to watch while passing the time.

You spent the next few hours sketching Sunoo, concentrated gaze occasionally flickering from his profile and then back to your page as you tried your best to capture his somehow ethereal beauty (you couldn’t help but notice all of a sudden) with just some pencil lines.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so focused and determined to produce something that was actually worth it.

Sunoo on the other hand, was internally excited to see what the outcome of your drawing would be like, a deep part of him craving to be seen in such a way that was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

The apartment was quiet in that way it only got late at night, when even the crickets outside seemed to soften their rhythm.

You had somehow shifted your position to be more comfortable on the armchair, legs crossed underneath you and your hair pulled up into a messy bun as you erased a stray drawing stroke, your pencil caught between your teeth.

Sunoo was shamelessly sprawled along your couch, half-asleep with unfocused eyes on the bright tv screen.

He wasn’t even bothering to keep a decent position for at least a few minutes straight, constantly tossing and turning as the hours passed and he hated that you didn’t seem to care.

The air smelled faintly of graphite and a buttery, vanilla candle you put to burn sometime when he didn’t even notice.

“Are you done yet?” Sunoo whined dramatically, a small pout on his plush lips as he stared blankly at your concentrated figure.

“Almost,” you mumbled out distractedly, not even bothering to glance up at your sulky and bored best friend as you lightly stroked your pencil along the paper.

Eventually, you let out a gentle sigh, straightening up before glancing at Sunoo.

You took a keen look at him, as if inspecting and analyzing his features thoroughly before quickly looking back at your drawing in your sketchbook when he caught you.

“What?” He asked, a bit flustered as his ears turned pink when you didn’t say anything for what felt like almost an eternity.

You looked back up at him, catching his uneasy look and you shook your head, reassuring him with an easy smile of your own.

After hesitating for a bit, you turned the sketchbook around while slipping off the armchair. Your fingers lingered on the page, almost protective, as if you weren’t sure you were ready to show it just yet.

Eventually, you let Sunoo take the sketchbook while sinking down next to him on the soft cushions, a heavy sigh laced with exhaustion escaping your lips.

Sunoo didn’t expect much at first. His best friend literally drew as a hobby and he only figured it out until now - beautiful things yes, but never anything that appeared to be personal to him.

Never anything that felt like this.

Then he took the sketchbook when it faced him and the world went still.

It was him obviously. But not the version he saw in mirrors or his favorite selfies. Not the version he performed for people when working and wandering around AISA.

This was the quiet version - the one who carried softness like a secret as he gazed at the tv, the one who felt too deeply especially when it came to sentimental moments and the one who hoped someone would someday look long enough to notice the ache behind the smile.

He caught it in your drawing - everything perfect down to the silent, forlorn and distant gaze in his eyes, even when he had a calm smile on his face the entire night.

You had captured him effortlessly, he was convinced of that.

Sunoo’s throat suddenly tightened. His eyes stung. He didn’t speak at first, afraid his voice would break the moment as he stared wordlessly at the work of art.

He was so caught up in his own emotions that he didn’t notice you had been watching him the entire time, lip caught between your teeth with completely different thoughts running through your head that maybe he hated it.

This was in reality, your first time actually drawing someone who was aware you were doing so.

And you had to admit you were rather ashamed to be showing him any of your work in the first place, clearly not too confident about anything of it at all.

You shifted nervously, not even certain why you were feeling so flustered and embarrassed every time you and Sunoo were dealing with this particular hobby of yours.

Clearing your throat, you spoke up trying to joke with him lightly, “You- uh- You can say if it’s weird or ugly you know.”

Sunoo didn’t take the bait, shaking his head slowly while still staring at the sketch of his upper body with that strange and somehow enrapturing gaze.

“It’s not weird. It’s-” His voice cracked and you weren’t even sure when was the last time you heard that happen, “It’s me.”

You blinked, then let out a gentle laugh, “Well yeah it’s you silly. Who else would it be?”

“No,” Sunoo whispered, his serious tone making you sober up instantly as he finally looked up.

“You drew the part of me I didn’t think anyone could see.”

Your expression softened hearing him, the tension in your shoulders easing.

“I just… noticed it I suppose? I never said this before but you carry this quiet kind of strength. Like you’re always holding something gentle, even when you don’t show it.”

Sunoo’s breath hitched, “I didn’t know anyone saw that.”

“I did,” you responded easily, catching the glassy look in his eyes but choosing not to comment on it.

Your voice was low, almost shy as you looked away, “I always do.”

He looked back at the sketch, tracing the lines with his eyes - the tenderness and distance conflicted in his gaze, the slight tilt of the mouth, the vulnerability tucked into his posture.

It felt like being recognized in a way he had never been before.

He exhaled shakily, “This means more than I know how to explain you know.”

You just smiled, simple and sincere.

“Then don’t explain it. Just- let me keep seeing you. Alright?”

Sunoo felt something warm bloom into his chest - relief, gratitude and maybe something deeper?

He closed the sketchbook gently, holding it like something fragile and precious.

“Thank you,” he said, voice steadier now.

“For noticing me.”

“Always,” you replied, your cheeks flushed, giving him a light shove to which the both of you doubled over with laughter at.

With newfound inspiration, something new begins on a night when AISA’s training rooms finally begin to empty out.

You stay behind to practice your art, charcoal staining your fingers as Sunoo lingers nearby with no real reason to be there.

When you glance up and casually ask him to sit for another sketch, he agrees with a shrug - nonchalant, effortless and unaware of what this moment would become.

In the stillness, you notice something new: the way Sunoo’s expression softens when he thinks no one is watching.

You draw it without meaning to.

And Sunoo, usually lively and excited, now watched you with a quiet curiosity.

As time passed, your sessions moved to either of your dimly lit offices, where the only light comes from desk lamps.

Shadows fell across Sunoo’s face, revealing a loneliness that you never realized was there. You sketch the vulnerability, the gentleness and the unspoken ache.

Sunoo doesn’t comment much on that aspect as he praises your work, but he studies each drawing longer than the last, eyes flickering with recognition - like he sees something meant only for him.

The intimacy grows in silence.

Soon enough, you two meet on either of apartment complex rooftops on starry nights, where the city hums below and the sky feels impossibly wide.

Here, Sunoo feels as if he can relax completely.

He sits still for long stretches, letting you capture the way his shoulders loosen, the way his gaze softens into that familiar vulnerability now and the way he looks at the stars as if he’s searching for something he lost.

Your drawings begin to change, laced with that subtle improvement of certainty and confidence in your work.

Lines grow tender. Shading lingers around Sunoo’s face as you drew him. Emotion eventually slips into every stroke - warmth, longing and affection you never consciously chose.

And somehow, your hands confess before your voice ever could.

Sunoo, ever the emotional and empathetic one, notices though.

He doesn’t say anything at first, but his behavior shifts in response to yours naturally.

That friendly and playful dynamic between you both was still there, though something deeper and heavy lingered underneath.

Something neither of you wanted to admit.

Touches started lasting longer - with you adjusting his hand or brushing his shoulder occasionally, even to steadying his chin once or twice as he posed.

Not accidental, but not acknowledged either.

Sunoo’s eye contact stretches, heavy and searching. His protective instincts sharpen, even when you two are working in AISA. He ends up walking you home after random sessions, whether it be from headquarters or his apartment. He also stands closer during training or meetings, watching the room before he watches anyone else.

Your art slowly becomes a language between you two - quiet, unspoken and intimate.

One night however, things took a turn where there was no going back.

You finish another sketch of Sunoo, growing quite fond of using him to practice.

It was artwork that captures everything - the loneliness in Sunoo’s eyes, the softness he hides from the world and the hope he carries quietly.

When you see it, he goes still. Something in him shifts - recognition, vulnerability and maybe even longing.

He doesn’t speak at first. And you don’t pull away.

“How do you manage to do it?” He rasped out, staring at another gorgeous piece of artwork involving himself.

You gauged his reaction silently before trying to shrug it off nonchalantly, “It’s just a drawing Sun.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, side eyeing you in such a way that made a small smirk curl at the corners of your lips, “Don’t act stupid. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, “Does it matter how I see you?”

“Tons. You see the real me underneath. And somehow you’re still my best friend after noticing it.” His voice dropped to a quiet murmur.

You frowned, a bit confused, “Why would I stop being your friend just like that?”

He doesn’t respond, clearly lost in thought.

“Y/N,” he instead started off, lifting those insanely captivating amber eyes to meet your curious ones.

“Yeah?” You asked, mentally strangling yourself for how breathless your voice sounded all of a sudden.

Sunoo hesitated, as if conflicted and debating on doing something he knows he shouldn’t, before slowly leaning closer.

Your heart leaped, knowing the inevitable was coming and frankly speaking, you had no reason or excuse to be pulling away.

When those pillowy, plush lips of his met yours in a gentle kiss, time seemed to stop for just this moment between the two of you.

You let your eyes flutter shut, pressing your own lips a bit firmer against his in response, as slowly your hands planted themselves on his broad shoulders.

You two got lost in the kiss for a moment longer, before Sunoo hastily pulled away, his face a bright shade of pink to match yours as he scrambled up on his feet.

You watched him with a disoriented expression as he grabbed his bag and practically bolted out of your apartment’s front door, heart clenching as your mind replayed the moment between you two.

Falling back on your couch, you groaned out in exasperation while kicking your feet, pulling a couch pillow over your face for a moment as you tried to process everything that just happened. Uncertain especially, about why he just left like that.

But the truth settled between you two now, gentle and inevitable: you both crossed into something deeper, something tender, something neither of you meant to reveal but both felt.

And your closeness will continue to unfold into a story told with charcoal, pencils, paint and silence - drawn slowly, carefully and intimately.

You tried to talk to Sunoo about what occurred that night, but it was quite obvious that he was avoiding you.

Though you couldn’t be sure why, as you distinctly remember kissing him back. Not to mention the fact that he initiated the kiss in the first place which caused all of this.

When you texted him, he’ll respond sure, but he’ll avoid answering the blunt question burning in your mind and even when you tried to call him like before, mainly for a genuine gossip session, he would make up some lousy excuse and refuse to answer his phone.

It was beginning to infuriate you, unsure of why he was acting this way.

Yet with his actions of purposely dashing and dodging away from you every time he saw you at AISA, it somehow made you crest-fallen, leaving a deep ache in your heart that mingled of confusion and hurt, which would further ruin your day.

You managed to cross paths with Sunoo once more, ready to open your mouth and yell for his attention if you must. But before you could even utter a word, you watched in shock as he bolted past you without a glance, as if he was in some strange hurry from something. Or someone?

He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it and you were ready to chase after him and demand answers when you froze. That was when you noticed a young woman probably about the same age as you and your best friend, clearly trying to be discreet and follow him but she was being way more than obvious.

She caught your confused gaze and flashed you a rather bright smile, straightening up and approaching for a conversation.

“Hi! I’m Kim Sora! But you can just call me Sora. It’s nice to meet you!” She stuck out her hand for you to shake and you immediately plastered a polite smile on your face.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sora. I’m Baek Y/N,” you responded calmly.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even shake your head and respond with a polite “No” not really caring at the moment, because she immediately blabbered on, “I’m a new agent here! AISA is so cool so I wanted to work here too. And then I saw Sunoo. My god isn’t he just adorable and hot at the same time? I don’t know how that’s possible.”

You blinked, listening to her rant on about your best friend.

Your Kim Sunoo.

An unexplainable feeling welled up deep in your chest - angry and raw, but you masked it with a composed expression, simply nodding along as she kept talking while hardly paying attention to any shit she was saying.

You knew exactly what was happening to you, your fists clenched tightly at your sides as her words flew through your ears.

“You’re also probably wondering how I know him right? My trainer assigned him to keep an eye on me and guide me through the agency for the first few weeks. It’s been like what two weeks now? And I just can’t seem to get enough of him oh my gosh he’s such an absolute sweetheart! Plus he and I share the same surname isn’t that so cool? It’s like fate I swear-”

You were only partially paying attention to her, your mind spiraling as you tuned out her voice and connected the dots.

It’s actually been almost two weeks since you and Sunoo kissed and he’s been avoiding you since then. Was it because of what happened between you two or was it because this new agent seemed to have more than platonic intentions with your best friend?

“Um hello? Are you even listening to me?” The new agent snapped her fingers in front of you, pulling you out of your thoughts. And it appalled you that she was speaking so casually to you as if you both had always been friends or something.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head, “Right, I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

She stared at you for a moment, her keen gaze making you feel a bit self-conscious before her face broke out into this wide grin again.

“You seem to know him. He’s mentioned you before now that I come to think about it. So do you think you could help me?”

You shot her a bewildered look, if anything she sounded like she was trying to demand your assistance, “Excuse me?”

“Help me get him. I’d love to have a boyfriend like him.” She bluntly responded, looked up at you with wide eyes, trying to pull a puppy dog expression on you but it was failing miserably.

You tried your hardest not to twist up your face in disgust, replying cautiously, “Sora, you’ve only known Sunoo for two weeks. Don’t you think this is taking things a bit overboard?”

She stubbornly shook her head, “How? I mean he’s literally single, I’m sure he’s open to the idea of dating too isn’t he?”

You just shrugged nonchalantly in response and she seemed to grow irritated with the fact that you weren’t outrightly agreeing with her.

She smiled at you again, though this one seemed a bit forced, “Forget it then. I can work by myself. Just forget we had this conversation.”

She turned to leave, then paused, her smile dropping as quickly as it came, “Oh and- before I forget.”

She stepped closer to you, coming up in your face even as you tried to back away, her smile non-existent now, “Don’t mess this up for me alright? He’s mine.”

“Bye!” She beamed and waved, as if she didn’t just threaten you and assume possession of your literal best friend.

You watched her round the corner of the corridor, most likely on her way to find Sunoo and you straightened up, dusting yourself off as you muttered under your breath.

“What a damn weirdo.”

Now that you knew about Sora, you found it even more difficult to try and communicate with Sunoo.

It was like seeing as you knew her face and that she existed, she was appearing all around AISA, trying to further shove her way into Sunoo’s life.

You decided to stay on the low for now, witness their interactions and behavior together for yourself, so that you could try to understand what was happening.

You tried to convince yourself that you weren’t stalking or obsessing over Sunoo. There’s no way you’re that possessive. Well, at least not as possessive as compared to Sora.

You were just trying to look out for him and his well-being. He’s your best friend after all right?

You found them in one of the training rooms one day, nonchalantly hovering around with a friend of yours who was working on improving their skills.

You noticed Sora corner Sunoo near the sparring mats when he was trying to get one set up for them - leaning too close and laughing way too hard at things he himself didn’t even find funny.

You watched from across the room as she touched his arm, her sickly sweet voice making you feel sick.

“Sunoo, we should train a bit more when everyone’s gone after work,” she said, voice dripping with flirtation.

Sunoo stepped back, “I have plans, I’m sorry.”

But Sora persisted, blocking his path.

You noticed Sunoo’s irritation, of course you did, he was your muse for months until this bitch had to ruin it - tight shoulders and clipped tone, even seeing him glance at you with something unreadable.

You however, with a bunch of thoughts making your mind spiral and overthink, misread it as interest in the agent as you watched Sunoo gently grasp the giddy woman’s hand and pull her out of the training room.

And yeah, that damn well stung.

Another time, you were dropping off mission files when you heard that annoying voice of Sora’s again.

“Sunoo, I made coffee for you!” She squeaked, placing a cup on his desk.

Sunoo didn’t even look up from where he was furiously typing on his computer, “I don’t drink coffee.”

“Oh- well I can make tea instead!”

“No,” he said sharply.

“Just- stop okay? Please.”

You froze in the doorway, watching the tension coil in his tightly clenched jaw. But when he finally noticed you, he looked away, refusing to meet your gaze.

Your stomach twisted.

Why won’t he talk to you?

Why is he shutting you out?

The third incident was your final straw.

You found Sunoo on AISA’s rooftop, trying to get fresh air. It was a secret spot you two usually frequented when things got too crazy and you needed to clear your heads.

Sora however, never took Sunoo’s jabs at rejection and followed him like a shadow.

“Sunoo, I thought we could watch the sunset together.”

You froze by the staircase on your way up, hearing her familiar voice.

He exhaled, annoyed, “I came up here to be alone.”

“But you’re never alone,” she said, stepping closer, “You always have someone around you.”

She wasn’t lying. This was the first time you ever noticed Sunoo behaving like this.

Purposely avoiding you - his own best friend, not even attempting to hide his irritation at Sora, though she clearly couldn’t take a hint or witness the cracks in his typically calm and bubbly demeanor as he tried to stay composed for as much as he could.

Sunoo’s eyes flickered over to you, sensing your presence without a moment’s hesitation - standing by the door, watching. His expression tightened, unreadable again.

You felt that familiar horrible feeling of jealousy flaring deep within you - sharp and humiliating.

Is he really choosing her right now?

You show up at Sunoo’s doorstep a day later with anger burning hot beneath your skin - jealousy, confusion and frustration all still tangled together.

You were extremely upset.

And you don’t knock.

You hammer your fist against the door until it flies open.

Sunoo stands there, startled, hair slightly mussed up like he’d been pacing.

“Y/N?” His voice is tight. He couldn’t possibly avoid you now and you mentally chided yourself for not thinking to confront him sooner.

“Why do you look like you’re about to fight me?” He tried to joke, but you didn’t play along.

“You,” you spit out, stepping inside as you shoved past him, “have been acting weird almost all month. And I’m not letting you dodge me again.”

Sunoo shuts the door after you slowly, shoulders tense.

“It’s hard to explain. But I wasn’t dodging you I swear. I was just trying to sort out everything before we talk about you know- this.” He gestured between the two of you.

“I don’t care, explain it now,” you demand.

“Explain us. Explain why you’ve been so avoidant and irritated, especially since Sora showed up. And stop acting like I’m the problem.”

His jaw flexes. He doesn’t answer.

When he didn’t respond to you, inspecting his feet rather intently, you let out an exasperated sigh.

“You let Sora follow you everywhere,” you say now, voice trembling with built up rage.

“You let her cling to you 24/7. And then you shut me out. What the hell am I supposed to think?”

Sunoo’s eyes widened, his gaze snapping up to meet yours, clearly offended, “You think I wanted her attention?”

“Well yeah- you don’t even attempt to push her away!” You tried to defend your jealousy.

“I do!” He snapped.

“Every single time, Y/N. You saw it!” He sounded desperate now.

You shook your head, clearly lost in your own head, “I saw you looking at me like I was the problem.”

Sunoo stepped closer, his frustration finally breaking through.

“I wasn’t irritated at you. I was irritated because Sora kept bothering me when the only person I wanted to talk to was you.”

Your breath catches.

He continues, his voice growing low and raw.

“I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t want you to think I liked her. I didn’t want you to think I was- choosing her over you.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything? For basically a whole month?” You whisper.

“Because I didn’t want you to see me like that,” he admits, “I didn’t want you to see me in a frustrated and irritated way, especially when we were supposed to talk about what happened that night.”

“And I didn’t want you to see how much you actually affect me,” he admitted, his voice dropping lower.

You stared at him, completely stunned.

Sunoo’s voice softened even further, “I wasn’t avoiding you on purpose. I was trying to figure out how to tell you that the only person I want around me… is you, not Sora.”

Your anger dissolves immediately, replaced by something warm and dizzying.

“Sun…” your voice was barely above a whisper.

He steps even closer, amber eyes intensely locked on yours.

“I don’t want Sora. I never did,” he murmurs, “I want you. I always wanted you.”

The tension between you two shifts - no longer sharp and no longer painful. Just charged. Just honest. Just the truth finally spoken aloud.

You stepped closer, slowly cupping his handsome face as your thumbs stroked the soft skin of his puffy cheeks.

Both of you gazed silently into each other’s eyes for a long moment, not breaking eye contact as Sunoo’s gaze bore deeply into your steady eyes.

He flashed you a wry smile, making the both of you chuckle as you rested your forehead against his, tiptoeing up to wrap your arms around his neck as well.

“Can we talk about that kiss now?” You finally broke the silence, voice still low.

He hummed, “Do we have to? I can just go in for another one right now, can’t I?”

You smiled, leaning in to press what was supposed to be a quick and chaste kiss to his lips which he immediately deepened before you could pull away.

Both sets of lips moved in effortless sync, your fingers snaking up to tangle in the soft, dark locks of hair at the nape of his neck while his own fingers tilted your chin up, allowing him better access to your mouth.

Sunoo’s free hand trailed down, sliding just under the hem of your shirt and brushing against your skin there, sending tingles down your spine.

Before your makeout session could escalate however, the sound of rapid knocking broke the two of you out of your private bubble.

You pulled away from him with a quiet groan, crossing your arms as Sunoo pouted at the direction of his front door.

When he moved to open it, you both stiffened the moment you caught sight of Sora standing over the threshold.

She was carrying what appeared to be a bag of takeout and had a bright smile on her lips the moment she saw Sunoo, which faltered slightly when she noticed you in the hallway behind him.

Nevertheless, she kept up that cheerful tone as she questioned, “Y/N? I haven’t seen you in so long, hi! What are you doing here?”

You cleared your throat, thinking of how to proceed with your response, though it felt like your voice got stuck in your throat as you caught her gaze on your now swollen lips.

Her smile dropped instantly and she snapped her attention to a rather bashful-looking Sunoo, his cheeks as red as his swollen lips to match yours.

“What’s going on?” She demanded and you were a bit surprised at how panicked she sounded.

“Did you- did you kiss him?!” She raised her voice at you, ready to shove past Sunoo but he stopped her, gently pushing her back outside.

“Sora please-” he started, but she clearly wasn’t having any of it.

“Please what?” She cut him off, fuming now as she gazed at you hovering closer to Sunoo now, who appeared to now be much more protective of you.

She scoffed when he didn’t respond to her, “Neither of you are denying it. I can’t believe this. I warned you, Y/N!”

You and Sunoo flinched at the way she suddenly yelled that last part.

“You- you’re a bitch that’s what you are! I wanted him! I told you that! And- and you go and do this? What the hell is wrong with you?” She was on a full rant again, this time with her voice raised loudly.

“Sora-” Sunoo tried to start again, but she just held up a hand to his face, stopping him from speaking as he stared at her with mild offense.

She tried to shove past Sunoo again, but he overpowered her easily, growing frustrated, “Sora! Stop it!”

Sora straightened up, her and you staring at a now furious Sunoo with shock.

“That’s enough! Leave Y/N alone!” He raised his voice, Sora staring at him blankly, her own cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You need to leave. Now. Because I think you know exactly what’s happening between me and Y/N. So stop acting foolish.”

Silence enveloped your surroundings for a moment. You stood there speechless, staring silently at Sunoo.

Sora stared at Sunoo as if he grew seven heads. She didn’t say a word, but the awkwardness was clear.

She slowly backtracked, leaving silently and you felt a pang of guilt, noticing the tears that had welled up in her eyes.

Both you and Sunoo watched her retreat down the hallway, shoulders shaking as silent sobs wracked through her body.

Sunoo’s cheek rested against the top of your head. He’s been silent for a while, just breathing you in, thumb brushing slow circles over your hip.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost fragile.

“Can I say something? Without you pulling away?” He murmured.

You shift slightly, turning your face up toward him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He exhaled shakily - relief, exhaustion and affection all tangled together.

“I didn’t know how lonely I was,” he admits, “Not really. I thought I was fine. I thought- if I kept smiling, kept fighting, kept being the perfect agent, that no one would notice how empty it felt inside.”

You lifted your hand, brushing your fingers through his hair. He leaned into the touch like he’s starved for it.

“But you noticed,” he whispers, “Not because I told you. Not because I slipped up. You saw it.”

His eyes met yours - soft, warm and vulnerable.

“Every time you drew me… every painting, every sketch- it was like you were telling me, ‘I see you. The real you.’ And I didn’t know how badly I needed that.”

Something in your chest tightened, “Sunoo-”

He shook his head gently, pressing his forehead to yours.

“No, let me finish. I need you to hear this.”

His fingers laced with yours, squeezing tightly.

“When you showed me that first sketch, I swear my heart stopped. You captured something I didn’t even know I was showing. That loneliness… that part of me I kept buried. You didn’t judge it. You didn’t run from it. You held it like it mattered.”

You swallowed hard, emotions rising.

“I wasn’t trying to expose you,” you whisper, “I just- drew what I felt and saw when I looked at you.”

“I know,” he says softly, “That’s why it meant everything.”

He shifted, pulling you closer until your head rested on his chest. His heartbeat was steady, warm and grounding.

“I felt like I finally belonged,” he continued, “For the first time in a long time. With you. In your art. In the way you look at me.”

You breathed in, letting the weight of his confession settle between you.

“I didn’t want to lose that,” he says, “I didn’t want you to lose you at all. That’s why everything with Sora messed me up. I wasn’t thinking straight and I just wanted to get her out of the way, before I could actually communicate properly with you. And then I thought- maybe you didn’t want to see me anymore because of how I was behaving.”

You tighten your arms around him, “I always see you, Sun.”

His breath catches - just a little.

“Good,” he whispered, brushing a kiss against your temple.

“Because I don’t want to ever go back to feeling invisible. Not when I have you by my side.”

You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze, “You’re not invisible to me. You never were.”

Sunoo smiled - small, soft and the kind he only shows when he feels safe.

“Then stay like this,” he murmurs, eyes dropping down to your lips for a moment, the memory of your earlier kiss still fresh in both your minds.

“Just for a little longer.”

You let out a quiet hum of acknowledgment, your lips meeting Sunoo’s halfway as you both kissed each other deeply.

Shifting slightly, you sat up a bit straighter so that you could reciprocate the kiss better, both of you finding yourselves tangled in an intimate makeout session for a while.

When you pulled away, breathless and gasping for air just like him, you adjusted your position on the bed.

Sliding down towards his legs, your darkened eyes never leaving Sunoo’s, you watched as his own eyes grew wide with shock.

“Y-Y/N you don’t have to-” he tried to start off, his voice breathless from kissing you just now.

You immediately cut him off, shaking your head as you reached up with your free hand, placing a finger over his mouth lightly, “Shh.”

He instantly shut up, closing his mouth as he stared down at you, amber eyes mingling with surprise and if you looked closer, excitement.

Your other hand slid along his shirt, feeling the faint outlines of what appeared to be abs as you moved your fingers toward his pants.

Not breaking eye contact with him for a solid minute, you skillfully undid the button and zipper, tugging the denim of his jeans down carefully.

As if falling for the pull of your touch, Sunoo’s hips shifted up instinctively, allowing you to pull his pants off properly.

A barely there yet knowing smile curled at your lips, listening to the uneven breaths leaving your best friend as your fingers trailed lightly over the bulge exposed by the thin material of his Calvin Klein boxers.

He let out a quiet gasp, squeezing his eyes shut as you ran your fingertips up and down along the outline, “D-don’t-”

You raised your eyebrows, taking the opportunity to tease him, “Don’t what?”

He squirmed, making you remove your free hand from his mouth and press down firmly on his thigh to keep him still.

“Y-You know what I mean, Y/N just- just please-” his voice broke off into a desperate whine when your fingers traced teasing circles on his erection.

“Need me that bad?” You replied, eyes never leaving his gorgeous face as you watched it scrunch up with pleasure.

“Mhm- really bad-”

You pulled your hands away, purposely teasing him again but Sunoo wasn’t having it, his own hands swiftly pushing his boxers down.

You blinked, your eyes going wide with surprise and want as you caught sight of his cock. You definitely weren’t expecting him to be withholding that much from you - eyes carefully tracing the pulsing veins along the thick, long shaft of his painfully hard cock.

You could’ve sworn a bit of saliva dropped from your mouth at the sight and you hastily tore your eyes away to look back up at his face.

Sunoo’s beautiful eyes were blown wide with desire and need, clearly expecting you to take him.

“What?” He managed to croak out, voice hoarse.

Your cheeks flushed crimson, realizing how ridiculous you looked staring at him like that as if you weren’t just teasing the life out of him.

You cleared your throat, “N-nothing. Are you sure though?”

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life,” he nodded at you, though his voice trailed off, “If you don’t want to though then you really don’t have to-”

“No,” you immediately cut him off, using your free hand to intertwine your fingers with his, holding his hand tightly.

“Just promise me you’ll let me know if it feels good alright?” You pleaded, moving to sit on your knees between his spread legs as he moved to accommodate you.

He nodded, still shifting uncomfortably from how painful his arousal had become, “Got it.”

You didn’t need to say much more, leaning your head down to the level of his cock, wetting your lips at the sight.

You could hear Sunoo’s ragged breathing above you, his larger hand squeezing yours with an intensity that you didn’t even bother to register.

Starting off with light kitten licks on Sunoo’s sensitive, leaky tip, you used your tongue’s taste buds to register the salty flavor of his pre-cum.

Encouraged by the ragged breaths he was taking above you, you kept going, eventually moving to suck at the angry, red tip, your tongue swirling around it as you took that part into your mouth carefully.

Sunoo inhaled sharply, his heavy breaths mingling with a soft gasp when you did that, his free hand instantly moving to tangle in your hair.

You held steady for a moment, allowing him to adjust to the overwhelming pleasure, but he tightened his grip in your hair, pushing you down slightly as a signal to keep going.

Feeling cheeky again, you decided to jump the gun, going straight for the rest of his length as you took him further into your mouth.

That definitely startled him, body jolting and his voice cracking as he yelped, “Ah! Y-Y/N wait- shit!”

His words died down with a breathy sigh, head falling back as you glanced up, watching his reaction while you settled your mouth properly over his cock.

You took as much of him as you could, bobbing your head slowly so that his tip just barely bumped against the back of your mouth.

Once you were comfortable and you were sure he was too, thumb rubbing small circles on the hand you were holding, you began to suck a bit harsher on his length.

Soft moans and dazed whimpers left Sunoo’s lips in a frenzy as you swirled your tongue around his shaft.

His fingers pulled at your hair, curling some of the strands with his fist but you didn’t seem to care, relentless as you sucked and swirled your tongue around him.

Sunoo hissed when you teasingly nipped at his base with your teeth, hips bucking up instinctively while squeezing his eyes shut as the pain slowly dissipated into immense pleasure. You felt yourself get wet between your legs as he whined your name sweetly.

It was safe to say you were enjoying his reactions thoroughly, eyes fixated on the smooth expanse of his neck from his head still thrown back.

You could also tell that he wasn’t going to last much longer, smiling around his cock in your mouth with saliva drooling down your chin as you noticed how agitated his body got, hips relentless as he fucked your mouth, along with how loud and vocal his sinful sounds were.

“S-shit shit s-shit Y/N I’m gonna cum-” he didn’t get to finish his blabbering, a loud cry of your name leaving his lips.

Using the remaining strength he had, he fisted your hair and forced your head down on him, making you gag slightly with surprise as your fingers dug into his thighs to keep yourself steady between his legs.

You felt the loads of his cum shooting into your mouth as Sunoo came. Thick, hot ropes of his release coating the walls of your mouth as you choked slightly trying to swallow as much as you could while he thrusted slowly.

By the time you pulled away, licking off any remnants of his release on your lips, Sunoo was a goner.

He was slumped back against the sheets and pillows, his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed.

His swollen lips were parted as he panted heavily, limply holding your hand still.

A gentle smile played on your lips seeing how satisfied he was, you crawled back up to settle against him and he welcomed you easily, though still dazed from what happened.

He wrapped both of his arms around you, holding you like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world at the moment and maybe even for the rest of his life.

And for the first time since everything that unfolded between you two, the silence feels full - warm, healing and yours.

“I just want to see you shine ‘cause I know you are a star, girl” - Stargirl Interlude, The Weeknd

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justanonymouswriter

Hii, I was wondering if you could do like a fic about fratgojo where reader does vlogs for like college life and university stuff and she does a lot of videos with him and the friend group and frat brothers they all have different interactions with the camera and like the people who watch the vlogs love you guys and find it all funny<3 .. something like this 😏 if you are still doing frat jjk

Hii! You're the first person to make a request, so I screamed in happiness when I saw this <3. I love this request, and yes I'm still doing frat jjk. I've been taking a break from them to continue my other fics. Thank you so much for requesting! 💗

Game Day

JJK & AOT college au x influencer! black reader

word count: 1k

a/n: I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

You’re a college influencer known for your vlogs. With your viewers' favorite segment being you and your friend group. In the beginning of the video you decide to pull a prank on Fratjo. “ ’jo hold the camera right,” You say, fixing how the camera is aligned. “Why am I doing this?” Fratjo asks. “So, my followers can see my outfit,” you look at him. “What if they want to look at my outfit?” He asks. “No one is worried about your outfit ‘jo.” “You shop in the men’s section if they care about your outfit they’ll care about mine.”. You get quiet, “why would you tell my business? Cut the cameras, because I’m about to tell you something.”

Brief Intermission

“Hi guys! I’m going to do a quick outfit of the day before I go to a football game to support my friend, Reiner” Fratjo holds the camera properly. “Okay so, my shades are from freaky fetish,” you say.

“Wait a minute-”

“My shorts are from don’t care about the wedgie”

“You have a wedgie? Oh my gosh-”

“My top is from free the nips-”

“Where are you shopping at?!”

“My flip flops are from toes out, but no pics.”

“There’s no way-”

You let out the laugh that you’ve been holding in. You watch Fratjo’s expression go from confused to holding in his laugh. You try to hold onto him while laughing, but he begins laughing himself.

On the way to the Game

“It’s so hot that my eyebrows are sweating,” Shoko says. “So, that’s why your makeup is melting?” Sukuna asks. You look at the camera, then back at Shoko. She looks back from the driver’s seat, “YOU CAN GET THEHELL OUT, BECAUSE I’M THE ONE DRIVING! Matter of fact, you drive, since you have so much to say.” Mikasa instantly looks out the window, so she can quietly laugh. Shoko pulls the car over, and Sukuna gets in the driver’s seat. “Tiny ass car...” Sukuna mutters.

“This is a Nissan Altima.” Shoko rebuttals, hitting Sukuna upside the head. Utahime tucks her lips, attempting to not laugh. You begin laughing then Mikasa and Utahime join you.

You get to the game hungry, and Mikasa films for you. “Where’s the food? You whisper against Choso’s back. Choso looks over his shoulder, “I have nachos, do you want any?”. “Thank you! I’m going to kiss you on your hot mouth,” you deepen your voice. Choso’s face instantly gets red. You two share nachos and watch the game. “You guys are not right for not sharing with me,” Fratjo says. Choso looks at him, “you’re a grown ass man, buy some.” Your jaw drops, and Mikasa zooms in on your face. She pans the camera over to Fratjo who’s just as shocked.

Choso continues eating nachos, and you look over at him. “Choso why’d you say that?”. “Because you’re a woman, and he’s a grown man mind you.”. You begin to laugh, after catching your breath you look over at Hange. “What are you drinking?” You ask; she looks around then pulls you close. “I snuck in tiny shot bottles,”.

“How?”

“I’m my bra”

“You have titty shots?”

“Yup,”

“I don’t get the game. I just like watching the guys, because they’re fine.” Historia admits.

“Well, honesty is the best policy.” Eren says, eating a hotdog. “Can I have a bite?” Sasha asks. “Why didn’t you ask me to buy you one when I was down there?” He side eyes her. “Because I ate my game chips while eating my car chips.”.

“What are car chips?”

“Car chips are the chips I bring for sitting in the car, but I ate those chips and the chips I brought for the game. So, can I please have a bite of your hot dog?”

“I don’t know where your mouth has been Sasha...you’re in a whole relationship.”

“Okay, but you’re in a literal frat. At least I’m consistent with one guy.”

“Ooo she said you getting around erennn” Jean instigates. “Shut up” Eren replies, continuing to eat his hot dog. “You’re a grown man eating a glizzy,” Jean responds. Eren continues chewing, then swallows. “Why are you worried about what I put in my mouth? I’m a grown man who paid for this hotdog, what do you have to eat? Molecules, get the hell on” Mikasa laughs behind the camera, and zooms in on Sasha sneaking a bite of the hot dog. “Get your mouth off my hot dog before I call paw patrol.” Eren says.

You look over to find Hange swinging from side to side. You pull her closer, and she rests her head on your shoulder. Shoko returns with a hot dog, and hands it to Sasha. “Oh my gosh, I love you so much.” Sasha raves. “You know I’ve got you baby,” Shoko replies, before eating her hamburger. By the third quarter, Connie bought Hange a snow cone to cool her off. “This is good,” Hange says. Utahime sits beside him eating the snow cone he bought her as well. “Go Reiner!” Hange yells. “Dang, that is why we're here to support Reiner,” Sukuna admits. Shoko stares at him, “you’re a bad friend”. Sukuna turns off Shoko’s fan as a rebuttal. Choso holds the fan in the middle, so you both can get air.

“So, guys for our next segment we’re going to do a Q&A.” You say, pulling out your phone. “First question, are you dating any of the guys?” You stare at the camera, then back at the phone,“No, they get on my nerves.”

“Can I read one?” Choso asks, and you hand him the phone. “Why is Sasha always hungry? Her stomach must be an empty pit” the camera pans to Sasha who pauses mid-bite at the question. “Stay out of my business, because you’re not paying for my groceries every month” She replies. “You mean every day. Your everyday groceries” Sukuna corrects; the camera pans back to you. You’re holding in your laugh, returning to your phone.

“Does Jean have a girlfriend?” You look at the camera, and Jean comes into the frame. “Well, la-” You shove his face out of the way. “Alright next question!”.

After your university wins the football game, Reiner comes up to the camera waving at it with a smile. His hair is damp, and the equipment looks good on his body. “Hey guys,” He says. The camera pans to Utahimewhose mouth is slightly agape. She looks at the camera, “Mikasa quit,”. You end the video in the car with your friends.

divider by @cursed-carmine

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gingerfinishedreading

rosalescent

don't lock the back door || JJK

Oneshot

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader

Summary: every night, Prince Jeon Jungkook finds himself swept up in a village girl's bakery where they share sugar and laughter, but one day, he stumbles across her injuries taken from defending helpless children and he spends the day tending to her, before unleashing his rage on the aggressors.

Genre/Tags: royalty au, romance, fluff, angst, comfort, feral Jungkook, down bad Jungkook

Word Count: 11.7k (I got carried away)

Warnings: blood, injury, lashings, violence, physical fight, (lmk if i missed anything)

Notes: I've had this in my head since we saw Jungkook in Mexico and I finally wrote smth with it. Genuinely had me kicking my feet, giggling when I wrote this btw. I was kind of between keeping this and making it a series but rn I have no idea what else to write with this so I thought screw it and just post this. Who knows... I might post more in this kind of setting but for now it's just this... hope you like it!

#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts #gingerfinishedreading

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POWER TRIP

⋆｡°✩Genre: childhood best friend connie x black fem reader

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: you and connie grew up together in brooklyn. growing up, you two were inseparable until you went across the country for college. you two went from talking every day to just “happy holidays” texts. you go back on his block for a block party, surrounded by nostalgia, you run into him again, and this time, you two admit to all the things you wanted to say to each other all those years ago.

⋆｡°✩Contents: plot with smut, connie's lowk a yearner, pnv, unprotected sex, face riding, nipple play, edging, slight over stim, pet names (mama, love, baby), praise, soft dom con, passionate sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, dirty talk, aftercare

⋆｡°✩A/N: they r tew cute n corny, this was supposed to be released last summer, but I procrastinate too much, so enjoy 😛

It was a warm summer evening in Brooklyn. Summer in the four boroughs meant one thing, block parties.

The smell of people grilling was in the air, mixed with the sound of loud music, and the chatter of neighbors catching up like they hadn’t seen each other in years, even though they probably had just yesterday.

You and your homegirl were on your way to one right now, walking through streets that were lit by the glow of the sun and the signs of corner stores.

This wasn’t just any part of Brooklyn, though. This was the block where your childhood best friend, Connie, grew up. Everything came rushing back to you the minute your sneakers touched the ground. You could almost see younger versions of yourselves running through these streets, laughing until your stomachs hurt, and dreaming of what life would be like when you got older.

But life had a way of pulling people in different directions. You and Connie had grown apart, though not in a crazy way. It just happened.

#connie springer #connie springer x reader #connie x black reader #connie x reader #aot x black reader #aot x reader #gingerfinishedreading

ohhowjooniewept

cowboy jungkook x y/n

one shot - 10k

smut, fluff, angst

—

you couldn’t breathe.

your legs were moving at a pace your body could hardly keep up with, as your boots kicked up dust, debris and other things you couldn’t quite see so dead in the night. regardless, you ran. you ran, and ran and ran and ran until you thought you were going to collapse because it was the only way to ensure freedom.

the sounds of a wailing car behind you were only getting louder as you ran through the desert like town, not knowing where you were going, only knowing that at this time of night, you were incredibly unsafe from the evil behind you. you couldn’t believe this was happening to you, your dress bunched up at your knees as you ran, tears streaming down your face whilst you heaved through sobs, desperately trying to swallow down your emotions if it meant you’d preserve your energy.

you had been framed.

your father, and your horrible step mother - oh how you hated them with every fibre of your being. you had never known your birth mother, after she had passed away when you were so young, leaving you with an abusive father who married an equally horrible woman who saw you as a stain in her relationship. thus came years upon years of torture, being forced to hide away in your own home, to be as invisible as possible in hopes they’d simply forget you existed.

it had worked for as long as you could remember whilst you lived only in the corners of your room, looking out of the window as other girls your age walked through your town in extravagant gowns, donned from head to toe whilst men bowed, flirting, all while pretending they were above it. your chest tightened at the interaction with a frown, knowing that you would never get to experience such a thing. your home was located in the centre of town, with your window high enough where you could watch uninterrupted, but close enough where you could feel like you were secretly immersed.

your eyes would trail over the men half in curiosity and half utter shyness, nibbling away at your lip. their studded belts, heavy denim and notorious cowboy hats - you were in awe at the confidence they oozed whilst they conducted their business around the small town.

only one had ever truly caught your eye.

jeon jungkook.

the only way you knew how to describe him was manly. big chest, bigger than any of the other men, with arms and biceps that had your fingers shaking on the windowsill. his shoulders broad, all whilst his thicker legs strained against his denim, boots heavy on the ground, hat nestled onto his head like home.

his eyes were darker than the others, like he had seen too much in his lifetime, much more than a 30 year old man of his calibre needed but it also solidified him as one of the most respected people in town. hell, even the sheriff was inclined to bend the law when it came to him, knowing that it was the worst kind of mistake you could make to have a guy like jungkook on your bad side.

and so, you’d stare from your window, your sweet, white, cotton dresses always slipping from your shoulders absentmindedly, swallowing down inappropriate thoughts about the man you had never met.

it was when he turned, his back to the shopkeeper as though he could feel eyes on him, and met your gaze that you found yourself gasping loudly.

immediately, you flushed pink, looking away, pretending to be interested in something else whilst he continued to stare openly at you. pretty eyes, even prettier lips - you were the mere definition of dainty, all perched up on your window sill, your arms resting on it and your head as a result, resting on your arms. he had never felt want this deep in his stomach, and sure, his cock hardened up at the sight of a pretty woman like any other man - this felt different.

he didn’t greet you like a good gentleman would. no, instead, he simply stared.

you could feel your stomach dropping as heat prickled down your spine, enough for you to retreat back into your bedroom, all whilst he continued to watch you. he watched the way your dress, too big, one you would wear at home only, slipped from your shoulders further, revealing the slight corner of your breast, only to be hidden away by your hair.

the window was shut. you went with it.

he gritted his teeth.

that had become a distant memory now, somewhere lodged in the back of your head as your weakened legs continued to take you across the outskirts of town, running as far as you could possibly go. your sobs were only growing louder as the adrenaline pumped and pumped and pumped, your chest heaving.

your mind was a flood of horrible thoughts, playing back the scene that had caused this entire situation.

your step mother had branded you a thief. her pearls had gone missing, no doubt taken by your no good father to be pawned for gambling money, but you were an easy target, fingers pointing at you, pulling at your hair, promising a threat of utter violence. you had never felt fear like it. all pleads for reason had fallen on deaf ears, causing you to practically flee once you heard the boots of the sheriff come towards your home.

you knew what happened to thieves in this town.

they were punished, beaten down until death was a welcome finality, regardless of whether they were male or not. the thought terrified you. to die at the hands of such cruelty when you were entirely innocent felt unjust in the highest of powers and yet you had no one to help you, to support your claim, with your father naturally adding further fuel to the fire by agreeing with his wife.

despite having been in this town your entire life, never had you ran outside of the town borders.

wildlife and scary people typically roamed the earth here, what in deserted land, sand, dust and grime in every corner whilst cars often sped up, trying to get to the town quicker in hopes of getting out of such eerie lands. it only worsened at night.

your exhaled hard at the sight of a house, small. it sat in the middle of nowhere, just in reach, causing you to run further and further just to reach it once you saw there were lights on too. you heaved, your legs beginning to fail you.

it wasn’t until you were a few metres away that you could feel the headlights behind you, causing you to sob loudly, your eyes shutting as you practically accepted the fate that was about to befall you.

that was, until a pair of large arms grabbed you from up front.

your brain stopped working in that moment, your mind completely shutting down as you all but collapsed into the chest of a much, much, larger man. you could practically feel yourself falling in and out of consciousness as he clung to you just as tightly as you clung to him, picking you up with a sort of ease that could have only been assigned to one person.

you shut down entirely.

the lights only grew closer until the sound of a car had finally stopped, the heavy boots of the sherif that had originally made you run stopping right behind you, your body cowering even deeper into the arms of the stranger desperately.

“step aside, jeon. girl’s wanted for theft.” you whimpered at the authoritative voice directed at the person you were crying against.

“you see it?”

the drawl of the man holding you echoed into your head, your face hidden in the crook of his neck as he began to cradle you. your sobs only soaked the cotton of his shirt, all whilst a large hand pushed on the back of your head to keep you down, almost as a protective measure.

the sheriff frowned. “what?”

“you see her steal?”

“sir.” the sheriff sighed, uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot. “i’m simply carrying out-“

you could feel the body against you tense all whilst you sobbed quietly, hands shaking violently against him, only causing his grip to hold you much firmer. you were being grounded, unable to hear the conversation as words didn’t register in your mind from the sheer feeling of overwhelming fear.

“you’re on my land calling my girl a thief, sheriff?”

he took a few steps closer only causing you to whine against him, as though he was stepping in to the line of danger, and therefore taking you with him. your brain still hadn’t caught up that you yourself were in the arms of danger itself.

“jeon. her father…” he began, with a sigh again. “she’s been accused.”

“folks accuse each other every damn day.” he gruffed back, fingers intertwining into your hair.

“i still have to take her in.”

jungkook looked at him then, darkened eyes that appeared harsher in the dead of night. he lived alone out here, only man brave enough to do it and yet he had never imagined you would ever be here in these circumstances. he could feel your shaking body against his in a way that had his cock stirring, something even better knew was inappropriate given the situation and yet he couldn’t help himself. his girl. his sweet girl. you had no idea.

had no idea how long he had kept his eyes on you. always looking up at your window at different times of the day, mastering the art of sitting inside the saloon with open doors, positioned just right so he could drink and watch you.

had no idea that it was you he pictured as he stroked his cock, hissing out at the thought of the beautiful girl his eyes couldn’t stop catching whenever he was out in the town. always ignoring the advances of other women - their batted eyelashes and dropped handkerchiefs had no hold over him.

certainly had no idea about the fat diamond ring sat in his home right that very second. he had plans to come to your family home tomorrow and do it the right way, ask for your hand in marriage with your father’s blessing and whisk you away as soon as he got the chance. get you in a nice white dress, with a lavish wedding just like the girls in your town dreamt of.

you were a lady. he wanted to do right by you.

having you in his arms like this, the almost see through cotton of your dress, all loose and bunched up, dirtied by the desert ground as it slipped from your shoulders; it was fucking sinful. bodies pressed together, your arms wrapped tightly around him as your face nuzzled into his neck, the musky scent of his aftershave enough to soothe you just slightly. in the arms of a stranger, you felt a taste of safety.

it was improper, the way your breasts were practically spilling against him, knowing that if anyone saw you, it would ruin your reputation in this town for life, what being unmarried and all. but in the game of life and death, you couldn’t think of anything other than the broad man protecting you.

he didn’t give a fuck. you were his girl, his wife to be. you didn’t know it yet, but he’d put that rock on your finger, and he’d make everyone stare as he walked arm in arm with you, announcing you as his. you were protected now, and he felt a prickle of genuine anger in his spine at the sheer idiocy of himself for not realising you needed that protection seemingly sooner.

“you gonna take her out of my arms?”

the question hung there as the sheriff continued to shift uncomfortably.

“she’ll be treated fairly.” he weakly rebutted.

“that right?”

“it’s procedure.”

“procedure.” jungkook laughed humourlessly. “procedure got her running in her fucking dress away from you, sheriff?”

he took another step closer, and at this point, the other man stepped back, inching closer to his car at the sight of the heavy gun sat at jungkook’s hip. he wasn’t an idiot. he had killed for less.

“her father’ll come looking for her if we don’t bring her in. i can’t promise..he’ll be more lenient.” he nervously admitted.

“let him.” he scoffed.

“he’ll want the girl back.”

“he ain’t getting her.” jungkook clung to you almost animalistically.

the tone jungkook used had officially made the other man too uncomfortable and despite him being the one with authoritative power, everyone in town knew you’d be a dead man to try your luck with jeon jungkook. he had no idea that you were his girl, and with the way he was clinging to you just as hard as you were to him, he gathered that this wasn’t something he wanted to get involved in.

with a tip of his hat, and a shaky apology, he retreated back to his car, almost hurried, and drove off.

the sound of a screeching car had you whimpering in his arms, body still shaking, clinging to his shoulders in hopes he wouldn’t let you go.

he didn’t. not once.

he stood, holding you fiercely as he watched the car retreat, headlights disappearing over yards of land that belonged to jungkook - that no one else dared to enter.

his arms remained locked securely beneath your knees whilst his other hand held you flush to his chest, your heartbeat slowly beginning to slow at the sound of his own. every so often, another broken sob would escape you as the reality of your situation cascaded down onto you, clinging to the man you had yet to identify as though your body recognised he was the definition of safety.

his hand slid through your hair, just slightly, positioning you properly before turning around and walking towards the house.

“easy.” you heard his voice command, and you nodded, ever obedient, through your sniffles.

he climbed the wooden porch without another glance towards the road, no fearful regard of his secluded surroundings despite it being an area so many people feared. his heavy boots groaned against the old timber before shouldering the door open.

warmth met you immediately.

the scent of pine, wood and musk - all heavy in the air, no doubt settling into the older, wooden furniture as though it had been here longer than anything else. the smoke from the fire burning immediately soothed your skin, a comfort that knowing despite the heat riddled middays, it took a mere log filled fireplace to calm the freezing cool of night.

the home wasn’t lavish by any means, but it felt safe, lived in even. the furniture looked as though it had been built by hand, a home created by the person living in it.

a worn, leather saddle sat against the far wall alongside a lengthy, coiled rope, a rifle mounted in easy perimeters on the wall whilst a large armchair sat just opposite.

the door slammed shut, a heavy click ringing through the air.

you flinched.

silence filled the air. the first thing he tried to do was place you down on the arm chair, no doubt to get a few words out of you, to understand the situation better but it didn’t seem feasible when all he could hear was you whine and whimper the second you felt him trying to remove himself from you. as a result, you clung to him harder, causing him to clench his jaw at the feel of you, positioning you properly.

stubborn girl. fuck, he liked that.

your face was still hidden in the bridge between his shoulder and neck, refusing to move, even making a show of whimpering extra loud anytime he moved. he couldn’t believe how sweet the sound tasted up close, what with your body against him like this, his frame engulfing yours so deliciously.

and so, instead, he took a seat on his chair himself, bringing you down with him. he positioned your legs on one side of him comfortably, whilst you nuzzled into the corner of his neck again, tears staining his skin as your shaky hands clung to the large arms that were caging you in.

you weren’t aware of yourself - not aware of the way your dress had slid up so high, and how you had been positioned so perfectly against his bulge that the growing pressure against your cunt was all purposeful. you felt dizzy.

for a long while, neither of you spoke.

the fire cracked, whilst the wind rattled harshly outside, kicking up dust and sand all over the outdoor porch. inside, it was only your mix of breathing that really soothed you, as you felt his pulse against your skin, your sobs having quietened down to little hiccups that jungkook selfishly wanted to hear for the rest of his life. how was it that you, quiet little thing, were so sweet even in your despair?

once your breathing no longer released in desperate gasps, you finally lifted your head.

your lashes fluttered open, sniffling away, as your eyes met his for the first time that entire evening. the familiar line of his jaw, the heavy darkness that swirled in his face alongside the hardness imprinted on every crevice of his features - oh, you knew him. you knew him better than you wanted to admit out loud for the man in front of you was the same man you had been dreaming about for months now.

his cowboy hat cast a heavy shadow on his face just as the realisation hit in real time.

“mr..jeon?”

your voice barely existed, scratched from the sobs and cries for help earlier, more breath than actual sound.

he gave a small grunt. “jungkook.”

your lips parted as you stared, and stared, and stared. it didn’t help that he was doing the same, large hands moving to cup your waist and thigh openly, as though it was completely appropriate between two unmarried parties in your community. it certainly was not.

the same man you had watched from your window, the one who never greeted nor smiled. the one you caught staring on countless occasions, even catching his gaze through your curtains whilst you were dressing.

once, you had opened your blinds mere minutes after a morning of secretly touching yourself, hand over mouth to stop the moans of his name as you imagined him being the one to do this to you, only to have caught his heavy gaze almost immediately. simply stood outside, cowboy hat low on his head, covering half of his face.

you had frozen still, thinking he might have seen you, or worse; watched you.

he had watched your cheeks flush a bright shade of red, eyes widening before trailing down to see the large bulge in his denim trousers, straining painfully. a confirmation. the two of you were well acquainted indeed through stolen glances and heavy need, but never with words.

your gaze dropped, shock lining your features as you realised the very situation you were in. perched on his lap, dress to your thighs due to the way it had been bunched earlier, bare skin against his all whilst you were practically smothering him with your own body - oh, this was the very definition of indecent.

the colour in your face deepened immediately.

“i-i..”

you hurried to move, practically jumping to get out of his arms but he moved faster. his arms around you tightened quickly, reflexes sharp as he dragged you right back until you were in the same position once more.

“down, girl.”

“this..” hiccup. “this isn’t proper.”

his expression didn’t change, merely looking over your face with both a hunger and determination that had your stomach swirling. you couldn’t help but wonder whether you had fallen prey to the big, bad wolf in real time.

“no. it ain’t.” he gruffed out at you, though he made no effort to move, only making a show of pulling you close.

“a lady shouldn’t…” you swallowed down the heavy lump in your throat, tears still lining your waterline. “i’m not supposed to be alone with you.”

“yeah?”

“in your house.”

“mm.”

“not..” you hiccuped again as you broke the eye contact, glistening orbs looking over his home and towards the door where you subconsciously began pulling at his shoulders to cling to him further as though the threat of outside was still near. “not..sitting like t-this.”

“you done?” he narrowed his eyes at you.

you returned his gaze in confusion. hiccup. “..done?”

“worrying?”

“w-what if the sheriff tells everyone i-im here.”

“folks talk. he will.” he shrugged as though it was nothing.

you anxiously screwed your face at him, making another attempt to get up but his grip was merely too strong.

he could read you like an open book. here you sat, denying the very comfort you so desperately needed because you were scared of the outcome - terrified of being caught in a position that had been so severely ingrained in your mind as bad, thanks to your parents and community. you’d be branded a whore for the rest of your life, no doubt the worst of worst considering it was jeon jungkook you were canoodling with; a man so terrifying that others seemed to cower.

“you run here?” jungkook pulled you out of your thoughts, catching your gaze once more.

you nodded.

“ask to be accused?”

you shook your head in a small no, lip quivering.

“ask to be fucking hunted?” he hissed.

a no, again. this time, you could feel the tears coming back.

his eyes never left your face as the arms wrapped around you suddenly yanked you until you were completely and entirely flushed against him, your own arms having to wrap around his neck more comfortably to accommodate the move.

“then what’ve you got to be ashamed of?”

your throat tightened as your tears fell, the severity of the situation you were in scaring you. you had no where to go, no one to run to, and yet you’d still be condemned by the same community you had been raised in.

“i don’t know what i’m supposed to do.” you readily admitted to him, lip quivering in a way that had him angrier by the minute.

the thought of you in this position upset him. it had his chest rising and falling as he bit down the hunger for violence he so desperately seeked, wanting nothing more than to grab every person responsible for this and beat them till all they could chant were apologies to you. his sweet, sweet girl. just looking at you, all teary and pouty - he wanted to kiss it away. wanted to make it go away for you.

“don’t have to think, y/n.” he assured you suddenly, the hand on your thigh heavy. “don’t have to think again, you hear me?”

the words hung between you as he wiped your teary face, large, rough hands cupping your face in the sweetest of ways. it confused your brain. how could something so mean, so accustomed to the harsher things be capable of such gentleness?

thoughts of your father’s temper and your step-mother’s calculated fury only spurred the tears on further as you gently gripped his chest.

“they’re gonna be so angry.” you admitted through a quiet sob. “they’ll come for me. i should have just gone with the sheriff…they’ll prolong the shame this way.”

“they ain’t touching you.” jungkook scoffed for what felt like the millionth time that month.

you slipped your gaze away from his, breaking it as you looked down at your lap. his body was so warm, heat radiating from every crevice and after the adrenaline, the biting cold of the outside had finally soothed with him holding you.

still, sniffling, you felt him wipe your face. “they’re cruel like that.” you admitted.

“ain’t letting no one come near you, sweets.” he assured once more, his hand heavy on your jaw. “you’re protected now. y’hear me?”

this thumb lingered under your eye for a moment longer before dropping all together, the rough pad of it having collected another tear, watching as it disappeared into the calloused liners of his digit as though you had become one part of him.

you couldn’t understand it.

couldn’t understand how a man so feared could sit so still in front of you - how someone only spoken about in hushed tones around town had become such a calming force in a matter of seconds. every movement carried purpose, intent; every gap of silence voluntary. it unsettled you.

neither of you moved for a few more minutes as you absorbed his words.

then, without warning, he rose.

the leather beneath you groaned as he stood up to his full height all whilst placing you down on the seat on your own, no longer engulfed in the inappropriate embrace, the sudden absence of his heat making the room feel all the more colder. your fingers twitched against your skirt before you could stop yourself, a quiet whine echoing against the quiet walls.

he tensed.

his shoulders rolled, jaw flicking as his hardened gaze stared you down, all whilst you wanted nothing more than to scamper back into his arms where safety was promised.

heat climbed your neck, but jungkook had already turned away.

heavy boots hit the ground in loud footsteps, your ears peeking as you listened to him in confusion, his frame disappearing beyond the doorway.

you could hear the sound of a drawer being opened, followed by a rustling and a moment or two of silence you couldn’t quite place. it was loud enough to have you sit up a little, head craning to see beyond the doorway but the house was dark, and nothing was visible beyond jungkook’s body walking back.

your shoulders slumped in relief at the sight of him again, your shaking hands and nibbling lip enough to have his darkened eyes narrow. you almost didn’t notice the small box in his hands. tiny. palm sized.

he stood in front of you then, causing your neck to crane up.

it was your turn for eyebrows to furrow as you watched the big, burly man - too gruff to be anything gentlemanly, too rogue, too rough around the edges - drop to his knee.

your eyebrows raised in shock, as you watched him pull up the velvet box, a deep red, and reveal a ring inside that had your throat letting out a choked gasp.

“jungkook?”

“bought this in spring.” he murmured over the crackling fire. “was meant to come down tomorrow.”

your chest rose and fell rapidly.

“had a whole fucking speech for you. kind of talk a man says to a lady.” his eyes never left yours. “was gonna meet your father like a man worthy of you. was gonna do it right f’you, you know that?”

“since spring?” you whimpered at him, knowing that had been months ago.

your heart was beating out of your chest, all whilst it raised and fell in quick successions.

jeon jungkook, the most powerful man in your entire town, infamous for his mere self, on his knee, in front of you with a box holding a diamond ring more lavish than anything you had ever seen.

for you.

“was gonna come to you.” he whispered then, your faces close. “but you came to me. tonight.”

your lip quivered.

“they chased my girl?” he hissed then. “made you run and hurt yourself, and you ran to me, to my house, without even knowing it.”

you watched him in silence.

watched the broad man before you settle onto both knees, body so close to yours that all you had to do was part your legs for him to truly become one with you. somehow, this position felt even more intimidating than when he hovered over you - what with him filling every inch of space between your knees, his shoulders so wide that they hid the warm glow of the fireplace behind him.

you should have shuffled backwards. should have remembered every lesson drilled into your brain from birth, from the society you grew up with, from your step-mother. you should have shuffled your dress down, skirt falling over your legs properly instead of where they sat mid thigh. you should have pushed him away, scandalised at the topic of marriage from a man that hadn’t spoke to your father.

more importantly, you shouldn’t have reached out to touch him.

your body had began leaning forwards immediately, your faces close now, bodies mere inches away from pressing against each other. one hand was settled on the box, the other moving up your neck, fingers longing to feel either side of it whilst you withered below him. it wasn’t until he cupped your cheek and he felt you nuzzling into him that he nearly cursed.

something unreadable crossed his face.

a slow breath left him through his nose before his gaze dropped to your left hand sitting, shaking, on your bare thigh. his eyes lingered too long, catching sight of dampened panties that were all but clinging to you, only causing further blood to rush to his already hardened cock. he grit his teeth.

he reached for it, watching the way your fingers disappeared into his. they looked so small compared to his own, so delicate - the thought was toying with his brain, with the sight spurring his need for you.

with careful movements, he slipped the diamond ring onto your finger.

“fits.”

you blinked back a new flood of tears, trying desperately to swallow down the wave of emotions as you took him in.

this wasn’t him asking you - he was telling you. you could feel your shoulders lumping all as you curled into him, his large arm coming to sit around your waist where he yanked you further into his chest. your large eyes peered at your ring with shaking breath, gaze flickering from his back to the jewellery on your hand over and over and over until jungkook wanted to laugh from how cute you were.

the man you had your eyes on for months. for so long, you sat, watching him from your hidden spot by the window, enamoured by the way he tipped his hat at all of the vendors he’d walk past. you peered through the opens doors of the saloon where he’d sip his drink, legs spread, eyes dark before you’d find them catching your own.

most times, you’d hide, looking away, cheeks red as you pretended to do something to hide your embarrassment. other days, where the exhaustion was high, or tears were fresh from the verbal abuse your parents had given you, you’d maintain the eye contact. wonder of a life where you’d be able to walk hand in hand with a man like him up and down the town.

here he was, promising you that life.

“it’s so beautiful.” you whimpered at him, feeling half unworthy of such a jewel.

it no doubt cost more than anything you had ever own, and despite coming from a respectable home, this was grander than anything your mother had too.

his grip on your waist tightened, just as your gaze returned to his, sniffling. he leaned forward, your nose touching his - another act of immodesty, all whilst he curled your dress further into his arms, as though he wanted to finally press himself against you just so you could feel the way his heart was beating out of his own chest.

despite the heat in your stomach, the corners of your mouth lifted slightly through a hiccup. “y-you haven’t even asked..me properly.”

that earned you a small twitch of his own lips. a rare sight.

“on my knees for you, sweets.”

“most men a-ask.”

“most men ain’t me.”

you hiccuped again, sniffling, shuffling closer.

the diamond caught the light of the fire behind him, illuminating the corners of the room and offering it a warm hue. both of you looked down, watching his thumb swipe it against your finger in a sweet movement.

“come morning,” he whispered, tone softer than anything you’d heard yet. “i’m taking you to the courthouse. stand beside you. give you my name.”

he said it with the same certainty he’d spoken every other promise thus far. your eyes shut gently as you found your heart blooming, nodding gently.

you didn’t realise he was still waiting for your confirmation.

you answered him though, not even seconds later, as your free hand moved before you could think. both careful and tentative, your fingers slipped into the dark hair at the nape of his neck, fingers grazing his pulse. he went completely still, with every hard line of his body seemingly locking into place.

you swallowed “is this..still improper?”

his gaze lingered on you for a long moment, slightly gulping as your nails scratched his scalp.

“yes.”

you went to retract your hand, but he stopped you.

jungkook stepped forward until your bodies were completely brushed against one another, chest against chest, head against head, bulge against core. you could feel him in ways that you knew would have you ruined for life, with your eyes drying up from the tears and growing hooded at the feel of him. he held you so tightly, practically squeezing all of the stress and worry of the situation away.

it was then that he lifted your chin, noses kissing as your breaths mingling.

“good thing i’m fixing that tomorrow morning.”

—

being married to jungkook was the beginning of a life you never realised could have been yours.

three months into your sudden marriage and you were realising that this was what living was all about. you’d wake up to his lips smothering your cheek, your neck and lips - covering you in kisses that would wake you from sweet sleep to even sweeter reality. other days, you were the one who would wake first, your fingers tracing over a hardened chest, scarred and wide until you’d catch him staring at you.

oh, the stories you had heard before all of this.

mean, old jungkook. nearly killed a man for talking out the side of his mouth, pistol to his head after beating him up. the way he’d walk around town, picking up jobs that no one else wanted to do, getting paid handsomely for his time knowing that no other man would be able to do them. everywhere he went, people cowered, whispered even. got his beers for free simply because the bartender was too scared to actually charge him.

and yet, when it came to you, he was completely different. gentle, sweet, softer than anything you’d ever experienced.

in the first few days of being married, you had gone into town on your own, head lowered as per usual as your bonnet, neatly wrapped around your head and neck, hid most of your face from anyone staring in.

oh, it had spread like wildfire.

jeon jungkook had married the village freak. the girl accused of thievery by her own parents. the girl that sat quietly at her window, rarely being allowed outside of her home unless it was for a social affair, staring at everyone in town.

what use did he have for you?

what use did jungkook have with a wife?

people had gossiped with each step you took, and your hands had began to shake without even noticing. you frowned, shoulders raising at the feel of so many eyes on you when your only fault had been existing.

it wasn’t until you felt a heavy presence around you, chest brushing your back, breath touching your shoulder as a head dipped down that uou subconsciously relaxed.

your husband, only a few days in, stretched his arm beside you, picking up the ribbons you were looking at with his own hand. you peered over your shoulder, just as he looked down at you, your gazes meeting as a shy smile began to form on your face, a glint in his eye.

“i like the pink one.” you whispered up at him, and to his amusement, you began brushing you fingers against the very ribbon in his hand.

people were watching with bated breath. it was like watching a film, watching a scene that they couldn’t quite understand, what with the way jungkook openly held you, lips lifting in genuine humour.

“i’ll take the lot.” he grunted at the seller, who watched open eyed, nodding with a slight gasp at being pulled from his thoughts.

you giggled, hiding your mouth behind a gloved hand, before cheekily pushing him away, walking over to another stall, only for him to do the same thing with each vendor you went to.

it only took a month to fully grow accustomed to him. cooked dinners on the table, waiting for him as he’d come home all dusty and sweaty, worked to the very bone - you could feel heat deep in your stomach as you watched him take off his hat, hang it on the hook before walking over to you. before you could even greet him properly, he’d have you pinned against the wall with your skirts up to your hips.

you learned rather quickly that to be jungkook’s wife meant being fucked against every surface, at any given chance.

you knew your husband was obsessed with you, deep want swirling in every crevice of his mind as he practically snarled how sincerely he wanted you despite being in his arms already. working away from you, in town, all whilst making you bolt the doors so you wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone else.

exhaustion practically rolled off of him, but his sheer need for you trumped everything. it was his driving force for months, keeping that ring in his pocket until it was time to actually marry you, and now that you actually wore it on that pretty little finger, it seemed that the feeling had only intensified. he’d come home with it radiating off of him, almost shaking from how much you suffocated his thoughts - all you, only ever you.

the worst thing? you fed into it.

would purr at him the second he got his hands over you, sighing so pretty when he’d pick you up just to push you onto the dining table just to fuck you just the way he wanted.

his favourite was when you’d whimper his name back at him, all shy and breathy, fingers curling into his heavy shirt whilst the sound of skin slapping against skin hit every single surface. it was delicious, really, the way you’d beg for more and more and more like he was incapable of hitting that exact spot. it only spurred him on further.

today was no different.

you, scantily dressed. it was the mere definition of improper, with your cotton dress, just passed your knees but with an open neckline, sleeves slipping down your shoulders whilst your hair sat behind your back. you had cooked him something good, perfecting the recipe over the months you had shared with him until it was the meal he asked for over and over.

you could hear the sound of hooves outside, his horse slowing down making you bite your lip in anticipation. you had been needy for him all day, having choked on his cock until he had cum down your throat but that hadn’t been enough for you. you wanted more. you always wanted more.

turning, you walked over the door just as it opened up, the wooden frame rattling as his heavy boots shook the very ground he walked on.

jungkook appeared. chest wide, shoulders wider, dirt smeared on his boots and jeans as his sun-kissed skin was hidden from you by his cowboy hat. immediately, you walked up to him, taking a hold of it before putting it on your own head with a loud giggle, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

“hi.”

he gruffed at you, a man of few words still.

before you could say anything more, his too large hands grabbed you, picking you up with an ease that came from a life of manual labour.

you sighed all pretty, legs wrapping around his waist almost immediately as he breathed in your scent, heavy, lips attached to the pulse in your throat almost immediately.

“fucking missed you.” he hissed, almost angry, as though the thought of you had been plaguing him all day. “always smell so good.”

“it’s the perfume you bought me, kookie.” you hummed back, hat still on your head.

“need to buy you more.”

that earned him a smile as he lifted his head to look at you. for a few moments, his eyes traced over ever inch of your face - his chest tightened. his pretty, little wife. you were the sweetest thing he had ever gotten in his life and having you in his arms like this, barely dressed, breasts peaking out over the white cotton, already littered with purple bruises created as a manifestation of his feelings for you.

“missed you.” you admitted softly, noses brushing against one another. “you worked for so long today.”

the whine in your voice had his already hard cock push against the denim of his jeans.

“gotta work hard for you, sweets.” he murmured back in that gentle tone he reserved solely for you.

you frowned a little at his words, knowing he pushed his body a little too hard for your liking all in the name of being able to spoil you rotten, when all you wanted was him and him alone.

“you look tired.”

“m’fine, baby.”

“worked all day without eating again.” you muttered with a deeper frown, just as he dropped his head to kiss the corner of your mouth. “told you i don’t like it when you do that, kookie.”

“like coming home ‘n eating with you.” he responded, lips attacking your throat.

you bit back a soft whimper as you tilted your head to the side, eyes slowly closing at the familiar and yet euphoric feeling of jungkook savouring you. sweet kisses always became ravenous, especially when he’d find that sweet spot on your neck, your shaking hands clinging to his shoulders.

you squeaked as he bit down on your neck, hissing, grunting, large hands moving down to cup your ass cheeks.

“c-cooked for you..” you whimpered out then, opening your eyes despite wanting nothing more than to have him ruin you. “made..made you your favourite.”

“yeah?” he whispered. “my girl been cooking for me?”

“mhm. made it real nice this time.”

jungkook knew his curse in this life was to feel too much for you. the cuteness aggression practically overtook him every time he took a look at you - so sweet, so eager to please. he placed you on the ground after planting a final few brushes of his lips against your jaw before leaning down properly, head pressing against yours, and placing a kiss to your lips.

you utterly melted in his arms, his arms tightening around yours as you slacked against him, kissing him back with just as much passion.

your lips moved in unison, fingers clinging to the material bunched around his stomach as he leaned down in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable. his body engulfed yours, shielding your own frame from anything other than the feel of his love for you.

you moaned into his mouth just as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, making you readily open up for him to swirl and devour you in every way you wanted. his hands trailed over you, kissing, taking, fixing - you were his sweet girl and you relished in it, all whilst taking his kisses. feeling you melt against him had his brain short circuiting.

you pulled away breathlessly.

he chased you with his lips, kissing you over and over until you were a giggling mess struggling for air, pushing him away with a gentle pat of his chest. he wasn’t a talker, not much of a smiler, but fuck; one look at you and he couldn’t help the small quirk of his mouth.

“come on, cowboy.” you teased him.

he followed you, watching you adjust your dress once more despite his wandering eye, his cock half hard from the sight of your hips swaying innocently. his little wife was a minx, a destroyer of his very sense and being and she had no idea - perhaps that was what attracted him so much to you. the sense of constant naiveness, a gentleness stretched to you that he loved to pollute, wanting nothing more than to hear you beg for it first.

you shoved him down into the chair at the table, almost cheekily, whilst plating his dish.

jungkook sat with spread legs, thighs large and toned, eyes dark. he tracked your movements until you placed the plate in front of him, and watched as you turned to sit opposite him.

no chance.

one swipe of your waist and you were squeaking, pulled onto his lap, your dress sliding up in an immodest way as it revealed your inner thighs, jungkook making you press your back to his chest. he loved having you on him when he ate, or when he did anything, really.

his favourite was having you on his horse with him. riding his horse around the county, you facing him, chest to chest as you clung to him like he was the only thing you needed in the entire world and it made him feel like more of a man than ever. you were his darling girl, his sweets - your mere existence had him pumping up his chest as he rode you into town, burning holes into anyone who dared even look at you.

you couldn’t help your giggles as jungkook made a show of positioning you properly on his lap, his body engulfing yours despite both of you being sat, causing you to snuggle back into him. you watched him begin to eat, your fingers curling into his shirt, observing with curiosity.

you weren’t the best cook. cleaning and maintaining the home was difficult too; but you tried - not like it mattered to jungkook whatsoever. he liked you lounging around, looking pretty and reading your books, playing with the new ribbons you were ready to sow onto your bonnets.

he was obsessed with you. hard not to be, in his eyes, as he deemed you the dream woman he had always wished for, still half unbelieving that you too had shared the same feelings for him. he wasn’t a man of love or romance by any means but for you, he wanted it all. wanted to show you it piece by piece if it meant it would make you shine brighter.

he manoeuvred you then, feeding you the last few bites so you could get a taste of the stew you had cooked so nicely, positioning you oh so perfectly onto his cock so that it nudged your clit just right.

the feel had a soft sort of gasp leaving your throat as you clung to the edge of the table, looking down to see his hands on either side of your waist, grinding you down onto his cock like it was normal. you threw your head back slightly, moaning into the air as he pulled you back and forth, a hiss leaving his own lips.

“tell me, sweets. you like wearing slutty dresses like this around the house?” he harshly whispered into your ear, nudging your clit meanly.

“mhm.” you nodded, not even denying it. “like what you do when i wear them.”

at that, he squeezed the skin on your stomach, leaning down to bite down on your shoulder.

“yeah?” suckling on the skin. “what do i do?”

“make me take it.” you whimpered back, leaning forward even further.

“yeah i fucking do.”

jungkook grabbed your throat, one hand rough on your delicate little neck before moving you on his lap and pressing his lips to yours. you kissed him back with a level of passion dedicated solely for moments like this where pleasure overtook your brain.

your tongues danced in unison, a false war you had no intention of winning, and yet it felt so good to tease him just the way he liked teasing you. facing him on his lap only amplified the feeling against your clit as you grinded down, earning you a hiss from his throat.

before you could even think, jungkook had parted from your lips and he was pushing you against the table, your back resting on the smooth, wooden surface whilst he hovered over you.

he pressed kisses against your chest, your stomach, your hands that clung to his body as though he was your very own lifeline. you whimpered as he yanked the dress off of you, practically ripping it in order to get to your breasts. his mouth latched onto your left boob, grunting as he bit down on your nipples sucking, panting, licking. you were left purple and bruised, covered in honeyed hickeys that sunk into your skin like love drunk promises.

by the time he was done with you, you were a whining mess, breasts too sensitive for the way he was ruining you.

“my girl.” he whispered down at you, pressing kisses to your lips once more in hurried pecks, only for your hands to lose themselves in his hair, pulling him right back.

“mm. want you inside already, kookie.” you slurred up at him, all whilst he swore he couldn’t breathe from the sight of you.

hair blown out, legs spread, pretty pussy on show. you were flushed red, purple littering your chest with bitten lips driving him insane. you were everything he had ever wanted, and he often wished he was a man of better words for he had little in his vocabulary that felt adequate regarding his feelings for you.

“can’t, sweets.” he murmured down at you, fingers rubbing at your clit openly. “gotta stretch you open.”

your moans were music to his ears.

“i can take it. wan’it now.”

“you can take it?” he asked, voice condescending.

“mhm. promise.”

jungkook felt a thrill deep in his stomach at your words.

you had been together for a few fickle months now, and every time you had sex, it was the same conversation. it thrilled him at the beginning, and it only fuelled him more - the illusion of bravery. you’d tell him you could take all of him, all at once, only to whine and whimper the second he started to fuck you, too sensitive to stop shaking.

it was his favourite game, hearing you beg and beg and beg, only to watch you beg and break once it actually began.

he found himself in that exact situation now, rubbing his cock up and down your folds, your tattered dress ruined in fragments around your body. you were staring up at him with such hazy eyes, clouded by pleasure, unburdened by reason.

“you sure, sweets?” he whispered down at you, jaw clenching.

you hummed, with a big nod, wiggling your hips. “gonna take it all.”

“yeah?”

jungkook lined himself up, slowly and surely inserting his cock inside of you.

two hands sat on either side of your head as your mouth fell open to form an o, large eyes growing wilder and shaking arms coming to desperately hide your own face. the stretch was unfathomable, both painful and yet so, so pleasurable - a deep itch that could only be situated by your husband’s cock.

immediately your eyes shut tight as he pushed another inch in, just to hear you suck in a deep breath of air, trying to mitigate the overwhelming emotions.

“c’mon. thought you could take it?” he cooed at you, voice dripped in a condescending tone.

it only had you clenching harder around him.

“c-can’t…too big.” you whimpered loudly, much to his glee, feeling your much smaller hands beat against his chest as he further pushed.

“yeah you can. can and you will.” he hissed down at the feel of how tight you were despite being fucked open nearly every night by him.

his words had you moaning out loud, your legs opening wider as he pushed your thighs apart.

before you could whine again, complaining about his size despite being the one to beg and ask for him to fuck you the way you knew you couldn’t handle, he pushed the rest of his cock into you with a single thrust.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, all whilst your body fell limp into his arms. it turned him on so much to see you wither below him, fingernails scratching already scarred skin all whilst clenching around him so sweetly.

the feel of him so deep inside of you, so heavy against your frame as you whimpered, pounding against his chest only causing him to grab your hands. he held them tightly to his chest, forcing you to stay still, all whilst you gasped for air.

just as you were adjusting, jungkook pulled his hips back and began to thrust. in and out, deeper and deeper - the feel of him had drool beginning to form at the corner of your mouth as you fell into cockdrunk territory at the mere feel of his cock. your back rose from the table, hands still locked away in his own, your moans echoing off of the walls of the room.

it brought him such pleasure to know your voice carried, whimpers and cries so loud he was sure that despite his secluded home, the whole town could probably hear him making love to you. his sweet wife, withering and begging for something she couldn’t even handle.

his thrusts began to pick up, growing in speed as the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in his ears. he released your hands momentarily, watching as you immediately wrapped them around his biceps, begging for him to get closer to you as though you weren’t one.

jungkook turned downwards, picking up your smaller frame from the table and sitting back down on the heavy set chair, pulling you onto him so that you were straddling him with his cock nestled inside.

the position had your brain short circuiting, hitting deep inside of you. you could feel him planting sweet kisses to your cervix, your head pressed against his just as he planted his feet firmly on the ground before fucking up into you meanly. harsh, rough, fast - he didn’t bother to take it slow, knowing well enough that after weeks of fucking each and every day, it was the last thing you craved.

“so tight.” he growled down at you, slapping your ass loudly, all whilst you whimpered into him.

“so mean.” you whined at him, feeling him pound into you like a man scorned.

“gotta be mean to you, baby.” he cooed then. “pussy like this needs to be fucked open.”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, all before he grabbed your throat, pushing on either side. the lack of oxygen was intoxicating, even more so once he pressed his lips against yours, chasing you despite your bodies already being pressed so intimately together.

“love you. love you so fucking much.” he parted from your lips, watching the way your eyes maintained eye contact, so far gone. “love you, kookie.”

fuck. he loved nothing more than hearing that. your declaration of love, the woman he idolised, worshiped. the very woman he had eyed for months and months, cleaned up his act, sorted himself out just to marry. you loving him was the greatest gift he had.

“again.” he hissed. “say it again.”

“i l-love you.” you moaned, just as he thrusted harder.

you were meeting his thrusts, grinding hard down, riding your cowboy husband closer and closer to your highs.

he goaded you into repeating yourself over and over and over as he shuddered from your promises of love, an understanding shared between you that you were his, entirely. forever.

“my wife. i’m gonna give you the world, sweets. gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted, you hear me?” he hissed in your ear, hand no longer on your throat. “gonna give you children, get you nice and round for me, hm? you want that?”

you nodded desperately, chest rising and falling in pants as you rode him quicker, the burn and pain completely overshadowed by the aching pleasure each thrust left behind.

“fuck. such a good girl for me, taking my cum inside your pretty pussy every day.”

his coos were taunting you, and you could feel it deep inside your stomach. you were falling victim to it, letting it roll off of you in waves as his tone only heightened the already growing pressure in your stomach.

you knew you wouldn’t last, knew that it was only a matter of time you’d be cumming all over him, only causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in even closer, just as he continued to pound.

“wan’it, kookie.” you whispered against his lips, a heightened sensation in your stomach. “get me pregnant.”

the crazed look in his eyes was enough to finally push you off the edge, just at the same time as him, as the both of you let out final moans from a heavy orgasm that overtook the two of you. your eyes shut tight as you squeaked, clenching so hard around his cock he nearly choked, feeling you milk him for every last drop. your legs began to shake around him, caged around him whilst he sat in the chair, still fully clothed whilst you were naked on his lap - the denim of his jeans irritating in your skin almost deliciously.

by the time you were calming down from your high, jungkook had you up in his arms, walking towards the bathroom. his cock still sat inside of you, your shaking figure whimpering in his arms as he bent down to start the bath for you both, all whilst you clung to him like a koala.

your words were spinning through his head at a million miles per hour.

get me pregnant. get me pregnant. get me pregnant.

it’s all he could see.

minutes later, when you were both in the bath, your head rested against his chest, snuggling into him in warm water whilst he clung to you as though you were a precious jewel. in many ways you were.

“you mean it? you ready, sweets?” he softly asked down at you, breaking the silence, all whilst you traced patterns against his skin.

you bit back the soft smile that wanted to form on your lips, knowing exactly what he was referencing. your husband was nothing if not a man who wanted to provide for you, especially when it came to the things you really wanted - you had discussed starting a family before, but this felt like the first time in which you were actually ready.

“wanna have a family with you.” you admitted softly, blinking up at him gently. “do you?”

he brushed a hand against your stomach, cupping the area far too sweetly for a man who knew nothing other than grit and violence.

“i want everything with you.” he confessed honestly.

this time, you couldn’t help the shy smile that appeared.

outside, the wind continued to howl against the walls of your shared home in the very same way the night you had stumbled into his arms, afraid and fearful for your life. you had fallen onto his land, unaware of the fact you had just entered the lair of perhaps the scariest man in town, an act that typically would’ve resulted in a fate far worse than death.

the desert remained unforgiving, the people in town no kinder but everything else has completely changed. no more were you the same girl that sat, locked away in your home dreaming of the very life you were living now. no longer were you the girl, often ridiculed by the people in your shared community for merely existing. no longer were you the girl sat by your window, watching jungkook from afar, wondering his name, wondering what he was like and more importantly; wondering whether he had ever noticed you.

oh, how little you knew then.

how naive you must’ve been to think there was ever a reality in which jeon jungkook could have done anything other than love you in the darkest of ways, possessiveness clouding every one of his actions.

his arms only tightened around you now, broad palm resting against your stomach as though to will an extension of your shared future, chin settling atop of your head all whilst you snuggled deeply into him.

he had promised you protection the same night you had ran into his arms unknowingly, begging for safety, for anything that would take the horrible sense of fear away. he remembered the way you had shook in his arms, half breathless and the other half terrified beneath the pale moonlight - it angered him. he had given it to you, in more ways than one, in forms that you never thought could be for you.

now, months later, you had realised his true devotion.

he had been protecting you from a life that had only ever brought you pain, replacing it with one he vowed to make joyous in every single manner he knew; even if that meant changing the very world to adapt to it.

he knew the whole city could come and knock on his door, but he was ready to answer it the same way he had done that night - with one hand on his gun, and the other holding your shaking body to his almost harshly. he dared anyone to take his girl away, his wife, his sweet, sweet girl.

he’d make them fucking pay.

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hi my loves 💜

fighting the PCD really hard rn but also using it to fuel my writing, so i hope you guys enjoy this!!

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メモ。— inspired by the destiny’s child song. i just live for a wattpad hood love story, so here’s mine. love y’all.

YOU HADN’T BEEN THIS NERVOUS IN A WHILE. You wanted to gnaw at your heart shaped pendant sunken between heavy tits, deep plum gloss outlining your full lips that you’d chewed to a swell just minutes before. This moment didn’t feel real—and yet, it was. He was coming home.

Thick Louisiana heat presses against your skin like a lover’s embrace, sprawled across the king sized bed in the heart of the 7th Ward—a place where shotgun houses and Creole cottages line the streets like old friends. The walls of your shared home hum with memories, the scent of cayenne and slow cooked roux lingering in the air from last night’s gumbo. The bedroom is a sanctuary—mahogany furniture polished to a shine, silk sheets the color of midnight draped over the mattress, and gold framed photos of y’all’s happiest moments catching the dim glow of the sunset through half closed blinds.

But something’s missing.

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Pairing: Aonung x sully!reader

Warnings: Jake as a father, kissing, flirting disguised as arguing, injury, + chaos at the end

Summary: Tuk almost died because they weren't paying attention. Now Y/N and Aonung have to deal with the consequences. The guilt? Manageable. Admitting they're in love? Significantly harder. Well that's when the storm comes in the play.

The day had been going well, too well, really, which should have been the first warning.

Y/N Sully balanced effortlessly on the rocky outcrop, her bowstring taut between her fingers as she tracked the school of fish darting through the shallows below. The water was clear, the sun warm against her shoulders, and Tuk's excited giggles from where she crouched nearby were a constant, comforting hum beneath the sound of the waves.

Aonung, of course, ruined it.

"Your stance is off," he muttered just as she loosed her spear. It struck the water a second too late, and the fish scattered in a silver flash.

She clenched her jaw. "My stance is fine."

"Your spear arm wobbles like a newborn's," Aonung added, leaning against a nearby rock with that insufferable half-smirk. His own catch, three fat fish already strung on a vine, swung lazily from his hip while Y/N's fingers twitched at her sides, already preparing for a punch.

"Maybe if you shut your mouth for once, I wouldn't miss," Y/N snapped, whirling on him so quickly that her braids lashed against her shoulders.

His smirk didn't falter. If anything, it widened, infuriatingly unbothered.

Tuk giggled again, crouched far too close to the water's edge, her tiny fingers skimming the surface as she tried to catch minnows.

"You’re blaming me for your bad aim now?" Aonung drawled, rolling his shoulders as though he were settling in for a proper argument. The tide licked lazily at the rocks beneath them, but beyond the cove the sky had already begun to bruise purple along the horizon, the familiar warning of a storm gathering out at sea. Y/N barely noticed. She was too busy imagining how satisfying it would be to wipe that smirk off his face with her fist.

Tuk's delighted squeal twisted suddenly into a sharp gasp, then a scream, high and panicked, cutting through the salt-heavy air like a knife.

Y/N spun toward the sound just in time to see her little sister's small hands clawing at the surface, fingers spread wide before she was dragged beneath the water with a violent splash. The sea churned where she vanished, bubbles bursting upward in frantic streams.

Y/N didn't think as she lunged forward, her forgotten spear clattering against the rocks as her knees slammed into wet stone and both arms plunged into the shallows. Her fingers brushed nothing but froth and the slick pull of retreating waves.

"Tuk!"

The name tore from her throat, raw and desperate.

Aonung's mocking smirk vanished instantly.

He was moving before Y/N could shout again, diving into the water in a clean arc, his body cutting through the waves with the effortless precision of someone born to the sea.

Dark shapes writhed beneath the surface.

It’s not a fish. It’s something larger and alive.

Y/N's pulse hammered against her ribs as she waded in after him, icy water climbing her shins while panic tightened around her chest like a vice. She couldn't see clearly through the churned-up water. Couldn't reach far enough. Couldn't do anything except watch.

Then Aonung surfaced.

He broke through the waves with a gasp, Tuk clutched tightly against his chest.

The creature, some eel-like monstrosity streaked with faint bioluminescent markings, still clung to her ankle, its jaws locked in a vicious grip.

Aonung snarled something low and wordless.

One arm remained wrapped around Tuk while the other drove his hunting knife downward.

Once.

Twice.

The water darkened around them.

The creature convulsed violently before going limp, its grip finally loosening as it slipped beneath the surface and disappeared into the depths.

Tuk trembled uncontrollably when Y/N gathered her into her arms.

Her sobs were muffled against Y/N's collarbone, her fingers digging into her sister's arms as though she feared she might vanish if she let go.

Y/N held her tighter.

"I've got you," she whispered, pressing her lips against Tuk's damp curls while her own breath came in ragged gulps. "I've got you, Tuk-Tuk."

Aonung waded toward them, his expression unreadable, his usual arrogance replaced by something strained and quiet.

For a moment his hands hovered uncertainly near Tuk's back, as though he wasn't entirely sure he had the right to comfort her now.

"She okay?" he asked, his voice rough.

Y/N swallowed hard before nodding. "Just scared."

She adjusted Tuk in her arms, trying to ignore the way her own legs shook from the rush of adrenaline.

"We need to get her home."

Tuk tightened her grip immediately.

"Don't wanna go in the water again."

The words twisted painfully in Y/N's chest.

She couldn't blame her.

Before she could reply, Aonung stepped forward, his jaw set with quiet resolve. “I’ll carry her,” he declared, his words carrying the weight of an order rather than an offer.

"You keep watch."

Something hot and defensive flared in Y/N's chest, but before she could argue, Tuk lifted her tear-streaked face and reached toward him.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice so soothing it silenced every protest Y/N could muster.

Aonung took her carefully, settling her against his side with surprising gentleness, one hand resting lightly against her back.

Within moments Tuk sagged against him, exhausted, her small frame finally surrendering to the aftermath of fear.

Y/N clenched her fists, feeling a surge of frustration. She should have been the one carrying Tuk, the one to pull her from the water. Yet, it was Aonung who had moved faster, who had saved her. The realisation left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Let's go," she muttered quietly.

Behind them, the first drops of rain began to fall.

The wind whipped the waves into frothing peaks behind them, and the first crack of thunder split the sky just as they reached the woven pathway leading to the Sully family's marui.

Jake Sully was already standing in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the glow of the hearth.

His expression darkened as he observed Tuk’s limp form in Aonung’s arms, the trembling of Y/N’s hands at her sides, and the unnatural pallor that had settled over both their faces. Rain slashed sideways through the open doorway, soaking the woven floor mats and bringing the storm’s scent inside.

“What happened?” Jake’s voice was low and dangerous, a tone that could make even the reef’s boldest predators retreat.

"It was a tsurak," Aonung said, his voice flat and his shoulders squared as though he were bracing for a blow.

Tsurak.

The creature slithered through Metkayina legends like venom through a wound, whispered about in hushed tones around dying cookfires. Elders spoke of bioluminescent streaks pulsing through the blackest depths and jaws capable of swallowing a child whole.

Jake's eyes flicked immediately to Tuk's ankle, where dark bruises were already beginning to bloom beneath the skin.

Something in his face went still.

Neytiri appeared behind him, her fingers curling around the doorframe until her knuckles whitened. Her gaze locked onto Tuk’s tear-streaked face before sharply shifting toward Y/N.

“Explain.” It wasn’t a request.

Y/N opened her mouth, but the confession lodged in her throat before it could form.

We weren't paying attention. I let her get too close. I was too busy arguing with him.

The truth tasted like failure.

Beside her, Aonung shifted Tuk's weight in his arms, his jaw tightening.

"She wandered too deep," he said more quietly. "The tsurak was hunting near the reef. It..."

"You were supposed to be watching her."

Jake stepped forward, rainwater dripping from his braids, his voice dropping into a low snarl.

The accusation wasn’t against Aonung; it was directed at Y/N.

She felt it land like a slap. She flinched to which Aonung stiffened immediately.

Behind Jake, Neytiri's tail lashed once, sharp enough to crack through the silence.

"It wasn't just her," he said, his voice rough. "I was there too. I didn't see..."

"Enough."

Neytiri stepped forward and took Tuk from his arms before he could finish.

Tuk whimpered but didn't resist, curling into her mother's chest like a frightened hatchling seeking shelter. Neytiri's fingers traced the bruises around her ankle, her nostrils flaring as she examined the injury.

The silence that followed settled heavily over the room, thick enough that it felt almost physical, pressing into Y/N’s ribs with every breath she took.

Neytiri did not speak at first. Her arms remained firm around Tuk, who had begun to quiet in her grasp, the earlier terror slowly giving way to exhaustion, her small fingers still curled tightly into the fabric of her mother’s chest as if she feared the world might take her again if she let go. Neytiri’s eyes, however, had not softened. They moved between Y/N and Aonung with a steady, unyielding focus, taking in every detail, every tremor of guilt, every drop of rain still clinging to their skin.

"You both failed," she said at last, her voice low and absolute, cutting cleanly through the lingering storm outside.

The words landed with a finality that made Y/N’s throat tighten painfully, because there was no anger left in them anymore, no heat to argue against or defend herself from, only truth, heavy and undeniable.

Tuk could have died.

The thought pressed into her chest until it hurt to breathe.

Jake exhaled through his nose, turning slightly away as though even looking at them a moment longer was difficult, his shoulders tightening beneath the weight of exhaustion and something deeper, something closer to disappointment than fury.

Y/N clenched her hands at her sides, nails biting into her palms as she tried not to let the pressure behind her eyes spill over, because crying would not fix anything and it would not undo what had already happened, and she knew, even without being told, that neither of them would accept excuses.

Aonung stood rigid beside her, rain still dripping from the ends of his braids onto the woven floor, his usual confidence nowhere to be found beneath the silence that wrapped itself around him. His jaw was tight, but he did not speak, and the absence of his voice felt almost unfamiliar in a way that made everything worse.

For a long moment, no one moved.

The storm outside filled the gap between them instead, wind pressing against the walls of the marui and rain striking the woven structure in uneven, restless rhythms that mirrored the tension inside.

It was Tuk’s small sound that finally broke it, a soft, tired sniffle as she shifted in Neytiri’s arms, her grip loosening just slightly now that she was safe again, though not entirely willing to let go. Neytiri immediately adjusted her hold, brushing damp hair back from Tuk’s face with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the severity in her expression.

Jake finally turned back toward them, his gaze lingering on Y/N for a moment longer than Aonung, something unreadable passing through his eyes before he spoke again, quieter now, controlled but firm.

“We take her to Ronal,” he said.

After that, there was no discussion, only movement and the lingering weight of everything that had already been said. There was an unspoken understanding that nothing about this would be forgotten easily, not by any of them.

Tsahik's hut sat farther back from the shore, where the reef’s constant roar dulled into something steadier, like a deep breath held beneath the surface of the world. The path there was walked in near silence, broken only by the soft sound of Tuk’s occasional whimper as she shifted in Neytiri’s arms, and the steady rhythm of rainwater dripping from Aonung’s braids onto the packed sand beneath their feet.

Jake led the way without looking back, his shoulders set in a rigid line that made it clear this was not a walk, but a decision already made and being carried out. Neytiri followed closely behind, her grip on Tuk never loosening, as if holding her was the only thing preventing the moment from breaking further. Y/N walked slightly behind them, each step weighed down by the presence of Aonung beside her, though she did not look at him yet, not while her thoughts remained too raw to safely confront.

When they arrived, Ronal was already waiting.

She did not ask what happened at first, because whatever urgency had brought them here was already written across their bodies in salt, bruises, and exhaustion. Instead, she stepped forward with calm precision and took Tuk from Neytiri’s arms without hesitation, lowering the child onto a woven mat near the hearth where the light was warm and steady, untouched by the storm still raging outside.

"It was tsurak," Aonung said before anyone else could speak, his voice rough and immediate, as though the words had been sitting too long in his throat.

Ronal pressed her palm flat against Tuk’s ankle, her fingers spreading carefully over the bruised skin as she examined the injury with quiet precision, her touch steady in a way that made it clear she was reading far more than just what could be seen on the surface.

“Tsurak,” she murmured, her voice low and deliberate as she kept working, “do not hunt near the reef.”

Her golden eyes lifted then, sharp and unflinching, settling on Y/N and Aonung in a way that made the air feel suddenly thinner, as though the space inside the hut itself had tightened around them.

“They live in the deep waters. Far from here.”

Aonung shifted slightly beside Y/N, his tail giving a small, restrained flick against the floor, a rare sign of discomfort he did not try to hide but also did not explain.

“Then why—”

“They are drawn to noise,” Ronal interrupted without looking away from Tuk for long, her fingers pressing lightly again against the child’s ankle as though following something invisible beneath the skin, something only she could interpret.

“Loud sounds. Disturbances.”

Her gaze lifted again, slower this time, and lingered on Aonung before moving to Y/N’s hands, still clenched tightly at her sides as if she could hold the moment from falling apart by force alone.

“The tsurak hear it. They follow.”

Y/N felt it in her chest first, a pressure that made the memory come back too clearly, the raised voices, the heat of anger, the sharpness of every word exchanged too close to the water.

Aonung’s tail flicked again, the motion smaller this time, almost involuntary, and the tip brushed lightly against Y/N’s calf before he seemed to register it, both of them stiffening at the contact as if it had been far more deliberate than it actually was. He did not move away, but he also did not acknowledge it, only tightening his jaw and fixing his gaze somewhere beyond the far wall where the storm still beat against the woven sides of the hut.

Jake finally turned fully from the doorway, the shift slow but decisive, and his eyes, dark and unreadable, locked directly onto Y/N.

“You were fighting.”

Y/N’s throat tightened at Jake’s words.

“Yes,” she admitted, the word coming out rough, like it had to be pulled free. Aonung didn’t speak beside her, but his silence carried just as much weight, sharp and unavoidable in the small space between them.

Jake exhaled slowly through his nose. “You realize,” he said, voice low, “that one day, you’ll both be leading your people.”

Oh, believe us, we both know that.

Aonung’s jaw tightened slightly, his fingers twitching once at his sides before he forced them still.

“That’s why we train,” he muttered, the defensiveness quick to surface even if it didn’t fully hold. “To learn.”

Jake’s gaze shifted to him immediately. “Learn what?”

Aonung swallowed, his throat working as he tried to answer and didn’t quite manage to find one. Whatever confidence he usually wore wasn’t there anymore, stripped down to something tighter and less certain.

Jake’s hand flexed once against his thigh, then again before he let out a slow, controlled breath and turned away from them.

“We’ll talk in the marui,” he said, his voice low enough that it almost disappeared under the storm. It wasn’t offered as a choice, and the set of his shoulders made it clear there wouldn’t be space for disagreement.

Y/N swallowed, her throat dry despite the rain cascading down her skin and soaking through her clothes. She didn’t need to look at Aonung to know he was beside her, completely still, as if even the slightest breath might worsen the situation.

Then Jake added, quieter but sharper “Alone.”

Something shifted in Aonung at that, seeing that his posture tightened, though he still said nothing.

The walk back carried that silence with it.

Only the storm filled the space between them, wind pushing through the trees and rain hitting the ground hard enough to blur the path beneath their feet. Their footsteps sank into the mud in steady rhythm, but no one spoke to break it.

Halfway back, movement broke through the rain ahead of them, and Lo’ak and Neteyam emerged from the downpour.

“What happened?” Neteyam demanded immediately, his attention snapping straight to Y/N as he reached for her arm. “We heard—”

“Later,” Jake cut in without slowing, stepping between them and continuing forward as if the interruption had never fully existed. His hand came down on Lo’ak’s shoulder, firm and guiding, redirecting him without force but with no room to resist.

“I need to speak with your sister alone.”

Lo’ak opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, but Neteyam caught his wrist before he could, holding him back with a quiet look that said enough without words. The protest died before it could fully form, swallowed by the weight in Jake’s voice and the tension in his posture.

Y/N kept walking, with her chest tightening, because even without turning around, she could feel all of them watching her go.

Kiri was waiting in the marui when they arrived, perched on a woven mat. She took one look at Jake's face and rose without a word. As she passed Y/N, she gave her elbow a brief squeeze, equal parts comfort and warning. The woven door flap fell shut behind her with a soft rustle, leaving Y/N alone with her father.

Jake stood by the centre of marui, his hands bracing against its edge and shoulders bowed beneath an invisible weight. Firelight cast shadows across his back, revealing old scars from battles Y/N had only ever heard about in stories.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough.

"You know better."

The words hit harder than any shout. Y/N dug her nails into her palms and replied, “I do.”

"Then why?" Jake turned to face her, his eyes reflecting the firelight. There was no warmth in them, only something sharper. "Why let it get that far?"

He remained still, rainwater trickling from his braids onto the marui floor, and spoke words that pierced deeper than any blade, without raising his voice or pacing.

"I'm disappointed in you, daughter."

Her stomach dropped. My own father says he is disappointed in me. I should have been better, I am supposed to be better.

Y/N's fingers twitched at her sides. Her throat tightened around a sudden, desperate urge to explain, but what could she possibly say?

That Aonung had provoked her?

That she'd lost control?

That none of it would have happened if he had just kept his mouth shut?

The excuses sounded pathetic the moment they formed. Childish.

"Your job is to protect her with your life," he said quietly.

Jake exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound nearly swallowed by the storm rumbling outside, before he turned away. The line of his shoulders remained rigid beneath the dark ink of his tattoos.

"Dismissed."

Y/N swallowed against the bitter taste of failure coating her tongue.

"I'm sorry, sir," she managed, the honorific scraping against her throat like sand.

It wasn't enough. It could never be enough. I will never be enough.

Still, the apology escaped anyway, small and desperate in the silence stretching between them.

Jake remained silent and unmoving. His broad back faced her, silhouetted against the firelight like a statue carved from disappointment and storm.

The rejection stung more than any punishment he could have given.

Unable to bear it any longer, she turned...and ran.

The woven door flap slapped against her shoulder as she pushed through it. Wind-driven rain lashed her cheeks like tiny knives, but she didn't stop.

Her bare feet pounded across the slick pathways, the storm's roar swallowing the strangled sound that escaped through her clenched teeth. Behind her, the warm glow of the Sully marui grew smaller with every stride, swallowed by darkness, rain, and the hollow ache spreading through her chest. Somewhere between the marui and the shoreline, her vision blurred.

Saltwater streaked down her face. Whether it came from the storm or her own tears, she couldn't tell.

It didn't matter.

The sea churned violently beneath the storm’s fury, black waves crashing against each other as the wind tore their crests into frothy white foam. Y/N barely slowed before diving into the churning water.

The cold hit like a punch to the chest, knocking the breath from her lungs.

Good.

Let it hurt.

Let it drown out the echo of dad's words.

Let it smother the memory of Tuk trembling in my arms.

Let it erase the image of Aonung carrying my sister to safety with steady, capable hands when I couldn't.

Y/N kicked harder, driving herself deeper beneath the surface. Salt burned her eyes as she angled toward a submerged cove she had discovered months earlier during one of her reckless solo dives.

She needed to escape everyone and the disappointment reflected in her father’s eyes. I want to run away from myself.

The cove wasn't marked on any clan maps.

A jagged fissure hidden within the reef wall, barely wide enough to squeeze through, opened into a secluded cavern where bioluminescent algae painted the ceiling in swirling shades of blue. Y/N had never shown it to anyone. Not even Lo'ak, with whom she is closest.

Especially not Lo'ak, who would have told Neteyam within the hour.

Now, with her ribs aching and her father's disappointment clinging to her like wet kelp, this small cove was the only place she wanted to be.

Y/N broke the surface with a sharp gasp. Her lungs burned as she wiped saltwater from her stinging eyes.

In that moment, she found herself utterly still, unable to move even a muscle. The cavern around her was bathed in a gentle, ethereal blue light, with delicate ripples of bioluminescence gracefully weaving their way across the surface of the water and casting shimmering patterns on the rugged, jagged stone walls that surrounded her. High above the tranquil pool, perched confidently on a rocky ledge, was a figure whose presence was immediately familiar to her, a sight that stirred a flood of recognition within her mind.

Aonung.

He froze, his hand halfway to a discarded knife beside him. His tail stiffened, and his eyes widened in surprise as they locked onto hers.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sounds were the distant drip of water echoing through the cavern and the ragged rhythm of Y/N’s breathing.

“You…” Aonung’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat and lowered his hand slightly, though his fingers remained hovering near the knife. “You followed me?”

Y/N let out a breathless laugh that sounded more like a wheeze.

"Into your secret hideout?" she shot back, hauling herself onto a ledge opposite him. Water streamed from her clothes and pooled beneath her feet. "Don't flatter yourself."

His brows furrowed as the blue glow cast shifting patterns across his face. The tension in his jaw and deepening scowl were illuminated. “Then why are you…”

"Because my father hates me," she snapped, wringing out her braids with more force than necessary.

The words tasted bitter and raw on her tongue. She hadn't meant to say them aloud, especially not to him.

Aonung’s tail flicked, creating ripples across the pool. Uncharacteristically, he had no retort. He simply observed her with that infuriatingly unreadable expression. The algae on the cavern walls pulsed softly, casting shifting shadows that made his features appear older and sharper.

"You come here often?"

Aonung's fingers twitched toward the knife resting beside him, the movement seeming more like habit than caution.

“Often enough,” he muttered, glancing upwards at the algae-streaked ceiling as if it held some hidden wisdom. His usual smirk was gone replaced by a more subdued expression. “When I need to think.”

Y/N snorted, shaking water from her ears.

"Must be exhausting for you."

She slumped against the damp stone drawing her knees to her chest. The cavern’s salty, faintly metallic smell, reminiscent of churned seawater, filled the air. The surprisingly comfortable silence was soon broken by Aonung’s expression.

He leaned forward with his gaze sharpened and his nostrils flared.

"You're bleeding," he said, his voice stripped of its usual teasing edge, that he has in their usual conversations.

Y/N followed his gaze to the shallow cut along her calf.

Blood, diluted, trickled down her skin and vanished into the pool below.

"From the rocks," she muttered, glancing away. "When I lunged for Tuk."

He crossed the small distance between them and crouched beside her, his attention fixed on the wound. His fingers hovered over her calf for a moment, as though weighing whether she would shove him away, before he pressed a damp strip of woven seaweed against the cut. The sudden sting made her hiss through her teeth.

"Hold still," he said, his voice lower than usual.

With remark behind her teeth, Y/N tensed instinctively, her fingers digging into the damp stone beneath her. Aonung's hands were rough from years of spear training and reef hunting, the skin calloused and worn, yet his touch was surprisingly careful as he adjusted the seaweed wrap and pressed it firmly against the wound.

Overhead, the bioluminescent algae pulsed softly, casting shifting patterns of blue light across the cavern walls. The glow illuminated the concentration etched across Aonung's face, highlighting the furrow between his brows as he worked.

There was something strangely unsettling about seeing him like this; not smirking, provoking or looking for a fight. He is simply focused and quiet. He looks wiser.

Without a word, he tore a narrow strip of woven kelp from the wrist wrap he wore and secured the seaweed bandage in place with practiced efficiency. The movement was so natural that it was obvious he had done this many times before.

He finally leaned back to inspect his work.

“There," he said. "It should stop bleeding now."

The silence between them felt heavier than the storm raging beyond the cavern walls.

Y/N found herself watching the way Aonung's hands moved as he secured the final knot in the bandage, his fingers quick and precise in a way that felt completely at odds with the lazy arrogance he usually carried around like a second skin. When he finished, he sat back on his heels, his tail flicking once behind him.

"It'll hold," he said gruffly. "Unless you plan on falling onto another rock."

Y/N flexed her leg, testing the bandage. The sting had dulled considerably, muted by whatever medicinal properties the seaweed possessed.

"Thanks."

I’d never thanked him before, not when he’d rescued me from a riptide during training or saved Tuk.

The realisation settled heavily in her stomach.

Aonung snorted and shifted back to his side of the ledge. "Don't get sentimental."

Then he picked up a loose pebble and tossed it into the pool, with a gesture that felt more absent-minded than mocking. Ripples spread across the glowing water, distorting their reflections beneath the bioluminescent light.

Silence settled between them once more. Y/N stared down at her reflection as the water stretched and warped her features with every passing ripple. Her braids hung loose and tangled from the storm, and there was still dried salt clinging to her skin.

I look awful.

"I should thank you."

Her voice barely carried beyond the steady drip of water echoing through the cavern. Aonung went completely still.

His fingers paused around another pebble.

"...What?"

Y/N swallowed.

"For saving Tuk."

She added, “If you hadn’t been there…”

The memory was still too fresh.

Too vivid.

Tuk disappearing beneath the surface.

The water closing overhead.

Panic.

Aonung looked away first, his grip tightening around the pebble as he stared into the glowing pool below them.

"If I hadn't been there," he said slowly, "the tsurak wouldn't have come at all."

The pebble left his hand with more force than necessary, striking the water and sending ripples racing across the cavern.

"My mother said it herself. Tsurak follow disturbances. Noise. Fighting. We were arguing like children, making enough commotion for every predator in the reef to hear us."

His jaw clenched. “We were behaving like fools.”

Aonung rested his forearms on his knees and continued staring into the water.

"I was pushing because I was angry, and you kept pushing back because you were angry too, and neither of us cared what was happening around us until it was too late."

Y/N exhaled slowly. “Yeah.” The agreement tasted bitter. “We were.”

She traced a finger along the edge of her bandage.

Aonung’s head jerked up in surprise but he quickly schooled it back into neutrality. He studied her for a long moment his gaze tracing the exhaustion in her slumped shoulders and the slight tremor in her fingers against the stone. The cave’s blue glow softened his usual sharp features making him appear younger and almost vulnerable.

"You're admitting fault?" he asked finally, his voice carefully neutral. "That's new."

Y/N scowled, picking at a loose thread in her makeshift bandage. "Don't make it weird." The words came out half-hearted, lacking their usual bite. "She could've died because of us."

The pebble in Aonung's hand cracked against the far wall with sudden violence, the sharp sound echoing through the cavern. "I know." His voice was raw, stripped bare of its usual arrogance. When Y/N looked up, his fingers were clenched so tight around another stone that his knuckles gleamed white in the bioluminescent light. "She trusted us. Both of us. And we—" He exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound jagged. "We failed her."

Y/N swallowed against the lump in her throat. Outside, the storm howled against the cave mouth, waves slamming into the reef with enough force to send tremors through the rock beneath them. Inside, the silence between them felt heavier than the ocean's weight.

Aonung shifted abruptly, his tail flicking droplets of water across the ledge.

"Your father was right."

His jaw tightened as he added, “We’re supposed to be leaders, future leaders, anyway.” He let out a humourless laugh and shook his head. “And today we were just stupid kids.”

Y/N didn't argue.

Staring into the rippling water below, she gazed at her reflection. Salt had left her braids tangled and uneven, while dark shadows lingered beneath her eyes.

"I didn't even see it happen," she admitted quietly. "I was so busy being angry at you that I didn't notice Tuk wandering deeper until..."

“Until she screamed.” Aonung’s voice was flat and weary as he finished his sentence. He picked up another pebble rolling it between his fingers before dropping it into the water. “Same.”

Y/N glanced at him. Perhaps for the first time since they’d met, Aonung seemed completely stripped of his usual confidence. His shoulders curved inward and the rigid line of his spine held a tension no amount of posturing could disguise.

He looked exhausted too.

Aonung exhaled and rubbed his palms against his thighs as though trying to scrub away the memory itself.

"My father won't say it."

His gaze remained fixed on the water. "But he's disappointed too."

Y/N's eyes drifted to his hands as his fingers found the necklace resting against his chest. He traced the intricate weave absentmindedly, following its familiar pattern.

The same necklace Tuk had clung to while he carried her back to shore.

Aonung swallowed. "Not just because of Tuk." His voice dropped lower. "Because of everything."

Y/N frowned slightly. She'd never considered that Tonowari might look at his son and see the same failures her dad saw in her. That beneath Aonung's arrogance, there might be the same crushing weight of expectation.

"I guess we're both disappointments, then," Y/N said, watching a droplet of water slide down the cave wall.

Aonung's tail struck the stone ledge with enough force to send a spray of water into the pool below. The algae's glow caught the sudden tightness around his eyes before he turned his face away. "You were never a disappointment to me," he said, so softly the words almost drowned in the cave's echoes.

Y/N wondered for a moment if she had misheard him. Surely I had.

"What?"

Aonung didn't repeat himself. Just stared at the cave wall as if it held the answers to some unspoken question, his fingers tracing the edge of his knife sheath like a nervous habit she'd never noticed before. The bioluminescent algae pulsed slower now, their light dimming as the storm outside reached its peak, wrapping the cavern in an eerie, flickering twilight.

Y/N suddenly realised her heartbeat was too fast. Far too fast

"Then why—" She swallowed, the words sticking. "Why do you act like you hate me?"

His shoulders tensed. "I don't—" He drew in a sharp breath and dragged a hand across the back of his neck. When he spoke again, his voice was rougher, scraped raw. "It's easier."

"That can't be true," she said, her voice scraping low. "You definitely were disappointed when I kept falling off my ilu the first year we came here."

Aonung's tail flicked sharply against the ledge, scattering droplets. "That was different." His jaw worked around the words as if chewing through tough meat. "You were—" He exhaled sharply through his nose. "You kept getting back on, no matter how many times you fell. Even when the whole clan laughed." His ocean eyes flicked to hers, unguarded for once. "I wasn't disappointed...I was astonished."

Y/N's fingers stilled against her damp bandage. She remembered those early days; her knees bruised purple from ilu saddles, Aonung's mocking laughter ringing across the waves as she surfaced sputtering for the dozenth time.

"You laughed loudest," she pointed out, voice flat.

Aonung's shoulders hunched. "Because it was safer than telling you—" He cut himself off, tossing another pebble into the pool where it sank like a stone between them. "Doesn't matter now."

"It does." Y/N lunged forward, her bandaged calf scraping against rough stone as she grabbed his wrist. The bioluminescent algae pulsed overhead, painting their tangled fingers in eerie blue. "Tell me now" Her voice cracked like breaking ice.

Aonung's pulse jumped beneath her grip. For three heartbeats, the only sound was the distant roar of the storm and the slow drip of water down the cave walls. Then he exhaled like he'd been holding the breath for years.

"It was safer than telling you..." he whispered, the words barely audible above the cave's echoes, "how starstruck I was by you."

The words landed like a spear to the chest. Y/N’s grip slackened around Aonung’s wrist. The cave’s bioluminescent algae pulsed slower now, their dimming glow stretching the silence between them into something taut and fragile.

"Starstruck," she repeated, the word tasting foreign on her tongue.

Aonung’s throat worked as he swallowed, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the rippling pool between them. "By your... personality," he muttered, as if reciting a memorized list. "Courage. Ambition." A muscle twitched in his jaw. "And beauty too, I guess."

Y/N's jaw went slack. The cave’s bioluminescence flickered across Aonung’s face, illuminating the way his ears twitched backward. Her fingers, still loosely curled around his wrist, felt the rapid flutter of his pulse against her fingertips.

"Beauty," she echoed, voice hollow with disbelief.

Aonung’s tail lashed once, sending droplets skittering across the ledge. "Forget I said that." He tried to pull his wrist free, but her grip tightened reflexively.

"You were starstruck?" The words tumbled out before she could stop them, half-choked on something between incredulity and the dawning realization that this was the missing piece. All those years of barbed comments, of him pushing her into the water during training, of lingering stares she’d written off as contempt.

His ears turned deeper blue. "I said forget it."

The cave’s algae pulsed dimly, painting the sharp planes of his face in bruised blues. Y/N exhaled shakily, her fingers loosening around his wrist but not letting go. "I... I looked up to you when we first came here," she admitted, the confession scraping raw against her throat. "You knew the ocean like it was part of you. I thought—" Her voice hitched. "I hoped I would have been able to learn from you. But you didn't even see me."

Aonung's fingers twitched beneath hers, his pulse jumping like a startled fish against her grip. The cave's bioluminescent glow flickered across his face as he exhaled sharply through his nose. "From the moment you stepped off that ikran," he muttered, his voice rough with something Y/N couldn't name, "I couldn't look away."

The cave’s bioluminescence pulsed slower now, the algae dimming as if holding its breath alongside them.

“You left me in the middle of that first spear-throwing lesson. Walked off like I was nothing.” The cave’s algae pulsed dimly, casting his flinch in bruised blue light.

Aonung’s throat worked. He didn’t pull away. “I panicked,” he admitted, voice gravel-rough. “My hands shook so badly I thought I’d drop the spear. Blushed like a hatchling seeing their first eclipse.”

"You... blushed." The words came out half-strangled. She remembered that day with crystalline clarity; Aonung tossing his spear aside mid-lesson, his retreating back rigid with something she'd mistaken for disdain. Not once had she imagined his ears burning beneath the surface or his palms slick against the harpoon's grip.

Aonung's fingers twitched beneath hers. The cave's algae pulsed weakly, illuminating the way his throat moved as he swallowed. "You were standing too close," he muttered, staring resolutely at the water between them. "Kept leaning over my shoulder to see the grip. Your braid kept brushing my arm." His tail lashed once, sending droplets skittering across the ledge. "It was... distracting." The algae suddenly lost their glow and they were met with darkness.

"You ran away," Y/N breathed, the realization dawning like sunrise over open water, "because you got a boner."

Aonung’s tail smacked the ledge with a wet thwap, his ears flattening against his skull. "I panicked," he hissed, yanking his wrist free with enough force to send droplets flying. The darkness hid his expression, but the sudden rigidity of his spine was unmistakable. "You—your braid smelled like—" His fingers flexed violently. "It doesn’t matter."

Y/N’s lips parted. "You panicked," she repeated, voice climbing an octave. "Because I smelled nice?"

Aonung exhaled sharply through his nose with a sound caught between frustration and something embarrassingly close to a whimper. The cave's algae flickered weakly back to life, casting his grimace in fleeting blue light. "Not just nice," he muttered, fingers digging into the ledge beneath them. "Like that stupid oil you rub on your spears and the yellow fruits you seem to never leave alone. Like—" His throat clicked as he swallowed. "Like you."

She remembered that day and the way Aonung had stiffened when she leaned in, which she had mistaken for disgust. "All this time," she whispered, "I thought you hated me."

Aonung's tail lashed once, violently, sending ripples across the pool. "I tried to." The admission came out raw, scraped from somewhere deep. "It would've been easier."

She looked at Aonung’s face; his jaw clenched tight, his blue eyes fixed stubbornly on the cave wall. Y/N’s fingers hovered between them, still tingling from the heat of his wrist.

"Easier," she echoed. The word tasted bitter. "Because hating me meant you wouldn’t have to admit—"

"—that I’m an skxwang," Aonung finished flatly. His fingers dug into the stone ledge, knuckles whitening. The algae’s flickering glow caught the tightness around his eyes. "My father told me to train you. Not to—" His tail lashed once. "Not whatever that was."

Y/N exhaled sharply through her nose. The cave’s damp air smelled suddenly of salt and something like ozone before lightning strikes. Her fingers twitched against the ledge. "So instead of teaching me," she said slowly, "you spent years being insufferable."

Aonung’s ears flattened. "Worked, didn’t it?" His voice lacked its usual bite. "You got good. Better than good. You surpassed me." The admission came out grudging, but not insincere. "Even if it wasn’t by my hand."

Y/N’s fingers traced the damp edge of the seaweed bandage still wrapped around her calf. The cave’s bioluminescent algae pulsed faintly, casting shifting shadows across Aonung’s face as she studied him—really studied him—for the first time. "I watched you," she admitted, voice barely above the cave’s echoes. "After you left me that first lesson." Her thumb pressed against the kelp weave, remembering. "Every spear throw, every dive, every time you adjusted your grip on the harpoon. I memorized it."

Aonung’s breath caught in his throat. His fingers remained pressed against the ledge, water trickling from his braids onto the stone between them.

She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze squarely. "I practiced until my hands bled. Until I could outswim Rotxo, outmaneuver Tsireya." A pause. "Until I matched you."

Aonung’s throat worked. The algae’s glow caught the way his pupils dilated—black swallowing turquoise. "You watched me," he echoed, voice rough.

Y/N’s pulse thundered in her ears. "Every time." The confession hung between them, fragile as sea foam. She remembered those stolen moments; Aonung’s effortless grace in the water, the flex of his shoulders when he hauled himself onto the docks, the way his laughter carried across the waves when he thought no one was listening.

Aonung exhaled sharply, his tail lashing once. "Eywa," he muttered. His fingers uncurled slowly, brushing against her wrist where it rested on the stone between them. His touch burned hotter than the wound on her calf.

"You watched me," Aonung repeated, voice dropping to something low and rough. His thumb traced the raised veins along her wrist, following the path of her racing pulse. "All this time?"

She remembered moonlit nights spent mimicking his spear-throwing stance behind empty maruis, dawn patrols timed to coincide with his fishing routes. "Yes," she whispered.

The cave’s algae pulsed weakly, illuminating the way his gaze traced the line of her throat—like a hunter tracking prey, or a diver memorizing currents. "Why?" The word rasped out, raw.

"Because—" Her voice cracked. The truth clawed up her throat, sharp as coral. "I wanted you to look back. Even if only once."

Aonung went utterly still. His thumb froze mid-stroke against her pulse point, his turquoise eyes widening as the admission sank in.

"Look back," Aonung repeated, voice hoarse. His fingers tightened reflexively around hers—not painful, just present, anchoring them both. His thumb traced the ridge of her knuckles with a roughness that sent sparks up her arm. "All those times I turned away..." His breath hitched. "You were waiting."

Y/N swallowed hard. "Yes and you never did," she murmured. "Look back, I mean."

Aonung’s fingers twitched against hers. The algae’s flickering glow caught the sudden tightness around his eyes. "I did," he said, voice scraping low. "Every time."

"Don't lie to make me feel better," she whispered. To which Aonung’s fingers tightened around hers, pressing her palm flat against the damp stone ledge between them. "I counted your braids," he admitted, voice low, rough. The algae’s glow flickered across his face, illuminating the way his jaw worked around the confession. "Every time you turned away—fifty four. The way the light caught the beads when you moved."

Y/N’s breath caught. She remembered the weight of his gaze during training and how she’d assumed it was scrutiny, not this.

"I memorized the scar on your shoulder," Aonung continued, thumb brushing the inside of her wrist where her veins throbbed. "From the tawtute attack when you were twelve. The way it paled when you were cold." His exhale shuddered. "I watched the way you tied your hair back before diving—always three twists of the cord, never four."

"I saw the way you smiled when your siblings were happy," he admitted, voice rough as reef rock. His fingers flexed around hers, hesitant. "Always wondered what I'd have to do for you to give me that smile."

She remembered those moments; Tuk giggling as she braided flowers into Neteyam's hair, Lo'ak splashing Kiri with a well-aimed wave and her own laughter bubbling up unbidden. She'd never noticed Aonung watching.

Y/N's lips curled upwards at that and she ducked her face away, pressing her forehead against the damp cave wall to hide the flush creeping up her neck. The bioluminescent algae pulsed weakly, casting flickering blue light across the water behind them. She heard Aonung shift beside her, his tail lashing once against the stone ledge, droplets scattering like startled fish.

"You're laughing at me," he muttered emberresed, voice rougher than the cave's walls.

"I'm not," Y/N lied, the words muffled against the cool stone. Her shoulders shook once, betraying her. The mental image of Aonung—proud, infuriating Aonung—counting her braids like some lovestruck hatchling was too absurd not to laugh at. Or maybe it was the sudden, dizzying realization that all those years of mutual hostility had been... what? A badly played game of catch?

Aonung's fingers tapped impatiently against the ledge. "Your shoulders are shaking."

Y/N pressed her lips together, shoulders still trembling as she fought to compose herself. The algae pulsed faintly, casting flickering blue light across Aonung's scowling face when his ears were practically glowing with embarrassment. "It's just—" she hiccuped, wiping at her eyes with the back of her wrist. "All this time, we could've been friends instead of—" Her breath hitched on another suppressed laugh. "Instead of whatever we were."

Aonung's tail smacked the ledge with enough force to send droplets flying. "Friends," he repeated flatly, as if the word tasted foul. His fingers twitched toward her before curling into fists against his thighs. "Is that what you want?"

The question landed between them with unexpected weight. Y/N's laughter died in her throat. She studied his profile in the dim light—the tension along his shoulders, the way his fingers dug into his own thighs. This close, she could see the faint scar bisecting his left eyebrow, the one he'd gotten during their first ill-fated sparring match.

"No," she admitted softly. "No, not just friends."

Aonung went very still. The cave’s algae pulsed weakly, illuminating the way his throat moved as he swallowed. His fingers uncurled slowly from his thighs, hovering just above the damp stone between them. "Then what?" The question came out rough, scraped raw.

Y/N exhaled shakily, as if the very air around her was heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. She remembered those moonlit patrols, where she had matched his stride with deliberate care, just to feel the gentle brush of his tail against hers, a silent communication that spoke volumes. "You know..." she murmured.

The algae’s flickering glow caught the way his pupils dilated. "Say it." Aonung’s voice dropped low, a challenge and a plea woven together. "After all this time, you owe me that much."

The storm outside reached a sudden crescendo, waves slamming against the reef with enough force to send tremors through the cave walls. Y/N’s breath hitched as the vibration skittered up her spine. She lifted her chin. "I wanted you to look at me the way you do when you think no one’s watching," she said, "like I was something worth catching."

His fingers hovered above hers, trembling slightly before curling into fists against the ledge. "I did," he whispered. The words sounded scraped raw. "Every damn day."

The only sound was the gentle falling of water droplets from their bodies.

"It only took a tsurak attack," Y/N muttered, shaking her head as the absurdity of it settled between them like sea foam. "A near-death experience for Tuk. A storm. An accidental metting in a cave." Her fingers traced the damp edge of her seaweed bandage. "For us to admit that."

"I’m glad we did," Aonung murmured, voice rough as the cave walls around them.

The algae pulsed weakly overhead, casting flickering shadows across his face as he turned toward her, ocean blue eyes unguarded for once. His tail curled around the ledge, the tip brushing her thigh.

"Glad we almost got Tuk killed?" she asked, but the bite was gone from her voice. Her fingers flexed against the stone, her pinky overlapping his where they rested between them.

Aonung exhaled sharply through his nose. "No." His thumb traced the ridge of her knuckle, calluses catching on her skin. "Glad it forced us here. To this." His gesture encompassed the cave, the storm outside, the space between them where unsaid things hovered like bioluminescence in dark water.

Y/N ducked her chin, hiding the way her lips twitched upward. Aonung’s fingers twitched against hers. Then suddenly, decisively, he reached up, cupping her jaw with surprising gentleness. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, coaxing her face upward until the cave’s dim glow caught her expression.

"Don’t hide it," he murmured. His thumb lingered at the edge of her smile. "After all this time, let me see."

Her pulse hammered against her ribs as his palm cradled her jaw with unexpected reverence. Years of harpoon grips had made his fingers rough but they were impossibly tender against her cheekbone. The weakly pulsing algae illuminated the flecks of blue in his eyes – close enough now to count.

Her smile widened as his thumb traced the curve of her lower lip.

Then his fingers curled into her braids with sudden certainty, pulling her forward until their foreheads touched.

Before closing the distance.

The kiss was sweet at first, but then Y/N's fingers found the woven edge of Aonung's loincloth before her mind could catch up. She fisted the damp fabric and yanked him closer, hard enough for their foreheads to bump together.

Aonung grunted, his free hand slamming against the cave wall to steady himself while the other remained tangled in her braids. Around them, the bioluminescent algae pulsed with a faint glow, casting their intertwined shadows across the rippling water.

"Eywa's teeth," Aonung hissed, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he adjusted his grip on her hair, tilting her face upward as his thumb brushed the corner of her mouth once more. "Warn a man next time."

"Next time?" Y/N breathed, the words ghosting across his lips as her grip tightened on his loincloth. The coarse fibers dug into her palm, grounding her just as much as they held him in place.

Aonung's tail lashed once, before curling possessively around her thigh.

"Don't pretend you won't do this again," he muttered. Then his mouth was on hers again, hot and insistent.

By the time dawn crept across the horizon, the storm had softened, leaving behind only the hiss of retreating waves at the cave's entrance. Aonung's fingers lingered in Y/N's braids, as though afraid she would dissolve like sea foam if he let go. His thumb brushed the shell bead at the end of one braid, the gesture absentminded yet intimate.

"They'll be searching by now," Y/N murmured against his collarbone, her words vibrating through his skin. She could already hear the distant calls; Neteyam's voice cutting through the mist, Tsireya's higher pitch threading between the waves.

Aonung exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening momentarily before releasing her. "Dad will have the entire eastern reef combed," he admitted, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for battle.

The water hit Y/N's calves first—cold enough to make her toes curl against the slick cave floor. Aonung didn't hesitate, plunging in up to his waist before turning, his outstretched hand catching the dawn light filtering through the cave's mouth. His fingers dripped saltwater onto her wrist where their skin touched.

"You first," he said, voice rougher than the reef's edge.

Y/N sucked in a breath as the water climbed past her thighs, the chill tightening her muscles. Aonung's fingers flexed around hers, his grip firm enough to anchor but loose enough she could pull away. She didn't. His tail flickered beneath the surface, stirring up bioluminescent plankton that clung to their legs like scattered stars. And then they dunked.

The first breach of daylight stung Y/N’s eyes as they surfaced beyond the cave’s mouth. Saltwater sluiced down her face, mingling with the lingering heat of Aonung’s touch where his fingers had gripped hers moments before. He surfaced beside her with a sharp exhale, shaking water from his braids like an ilu shedding rain.

"Stay close," Aonung muttered, his free hand brushing the small of her back as a swell lifted them. His fingers lingered, just enough to steady her against the current, before he struck out toward the distant shore, his tail cutting through the water with practiced efficiency. Y/N followed, her muscles protesting the cold after hours in the cave’s stagnant warmth.

The reef passed beneath them in a blur of color—crimson fan corals recoiling as their shadows darted overhead, jewel-bright fish scattering from their path. Aonung adjusted his stroke to match hers when she faltered, his shoulder bumping against hers whenever the current threatened to pull them apart. It was nothing like their usual races; no taunting, no reckless dives to prove superiority. Just the steady push toward shore, his presence a constant against her flank.

The shore materialized through the morning mist like a dream half-remembered—first as a dark smudge against the horizon, then resolving into distinct shapes: the hulking silhouettes of warriors stationed along the tide line, the flicker of torches despite the dawn light. Y/N's stomach plummeted when she recognized the tallest figure. Her father's broad shoulders rigid with tension, his tail lashing violently against the wet sand. Beside him, Tonowari stood statue-still, his trident planted deep in the shoreline like a standard of war.

Aonung's hand found her wrist underwater, his fingers tightening briefly before letting go. "Brace yourself," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the waves.

They were twenty strokes from shore when the shouting started. Neytiri's voice cut through the mist first, quivering with something between fury and raw relief. "Skxawng!" The insult carried across the water, but the way her hands trembled as she waded into the surf betrayed her rage as fear in disguise. Behind her, Ronal gripped Tuk's shoulder with white-knuckled intensity, her healing kit strapped conspicuously across her chest like she'd expected to retrieve corpses.

The water turned shallow enough for Y/N’s feet to scrape sand just as Jake’s bellow rolled across the surf: "Get over here!" His voice cracked mid-command which she’d never heard before. Aonung’s fingers brushed her wrist underwater, fleeting but firm, before he straightened his shoulders and strode forward, water sluicing off his thighs with each step.

Y/N braced for impact as Neytiri reached them first. Her mother’s hands seized her face with terrifying gentleness, thumbs brushing salt-crusted cheeks as dark eyes scanned every inch of her for injury. The anger drained from Neytiri’s frame in a visible wave when she found only exhaustion and Aonung’s clumsily tied seaweed bandage. "Stupid child," she whispered when her forehead pressed against Y/N’s with bone-deep relief.

The weight of Jake's glare hit Aonung before the tide could fully recede from their legs. Tonowari hadn't moved but his gaze tracked his son with terrifying stillness. "Explain," he said. Just one word, flatter than stillwater.

Aonung's throat clicked audibly when he swallowed. "The storm drove us into the caves near Three Brothers Reef," he began, voice steadier than his clenched jaw suggested. His fingers twitched at his sides, still damp from their grip on hers underwater. "We waited it out."

Jake's nostrils flared. He looked between them; Y/N's seaweed bandage, Aonung's salt-crusted braids and the space between their bodies that had been nonexistent moments before. His frown deepened. "Waited it out," he repeated, voice dangerously low. His tail lashed once. "That's all?"

Y/N opened her mouth, but Neytiri's grip tightened fractionally on her shoulders. Behind them, Tsireya fidgeted with her armband, her eyes darting between Aonung and the fresh bruise purpling along Y/N's ribcage.

Jake took a step forward, his tail lashing hard enough to kick up sand. "You two—" His voice roughened, fingers flexing like he wanted to throttle something. "You nearly got Tuk killed with your—"

Aonung moved before the accusation fully landed. Three strides. He was positioned slightly in front of Y/N, not quite blocking her but angling his body to absorb Jake's glare. His shoulder brushed hers, warm despite the morning chill.

The entire beach stilled. Tsireya's hands flew to her mouth. Even Tonowari's fingers paused mid-air where they'd been gesturing for calm.

Jake's tirade cut off mid-word. His gaze flicked between them—Aonung's protective stance, the way Y/N's fingers had instinctively curled into the small of Aonung's back without realizing it. Neytiri's grip on Y/N's shoulders loosened slightly, her thumbs brushing the tension from her daughter's collarbones.

Ronal was the first to speak. "Well," she said dryly. "This is new."

Aonung's ears flattened. Jake's nostrils flared as he took another step forward, close enough that Y/N could see the way his braids trembled with suppressed fury. "You have exactly three seconds," he ground out, "to explain why—"

Aonung's fingers twitched at his sides. "It was my fault too," he admitted, the words rough like he'd dragged them over coral. "Our fighting—" He swallowed hard. "It drew the tsurak. I know that."

The confession hung between them like mist over the reef. His gaze flicked to Aonung's shoulder, still pressed against hers, then to Tonowari's impassive face.

Neytiri's fingers tightened briefly on Y/N's arms before releasing. "You admit this," she said slowly, eyes narrowing at Aonung. "Yet you stand together now?"

Y/N stepped around Aonung. "He saved Tuk," she said, voice clear despite the salt crusting her lips. "Tsurak would have taken her if he hadn't acted."

Jake's tail lashed once. Behind him, Tuk buried her face in Tsireya's side, small hands clutching the older girl's armband.

Ronal made a low noise in her throat as she nudged Tonowari's trident with her foot. "Told you," she murmured, too quiet for most to hear.

Aonung's tail twitched against the wet sand. "We talked." The words came out gruff, but his fingers brushed Y/N's wrist underwater.

Jake exhaled sharply through his nose. He looked at Tonowari, who hadn't moved from his trident's shadow. "You hearing this?"

Tonowari's fingers flexed around his trident's shaft, his knuckles whitening against the polished bone. "I hear," he said, voice low enough to make the warriors behind him lean forward. His gaze flicked to Aonung—lingering on the way his son's shoulder still pressed against Y/N's, the way his fingers twitched like he was resisting the urge to reach for her again. "Do you believe it?" he asked Jake, not unkindly.

Jake's nostrils flared as he studied them: Aonung's seaweed-stained hip wrap, Y/N's salt-crusted braids, the space between their bodies that kept shrinking despite the tension thickening the air. "I want to," he admitted gruffly. "But after years of—" He gestured sharply between them. "This—you expect me to buy that one storm fixed it?"

Y/N's fingers brushed against Aonung's wrist under the water—not quite holding, just anchoring herself against the current of Jake's disbelief. The sand shifted beneath her feet as she straightened, meeting her father's glare head-on. "It wasn't the storm, dad," she said, voice steadier than she felt. "It was realizing we'd been idiots."

Aonung's shoulder bumped hers; half solidarity, half warning. His fingers curled around hers underwater, hidden from view but undeniable in their grip. "We needed a push," he admitted, jaw tight. "To see we're not..." His voice trailed off as his thumb traced the inside of Y/N's wrist down the same path he'd followed in the cave. "Not as different as we pretended."

Jake's eyebrows shot up, his gaze darting between their concealed hands and Aonung's suddenly vulnerable expression.

Jake's hand scrubbed down his face hard enough to scrape salt from his cheeks. "No," he growled, the word landing like a harpoon strike. "Absolutely not. It's too early for this." His tail lashed sideways, kicking up sand that pattered against Tonowari's trident and stomps away.

Neytiri's fingers tightened momentarily on Y/N's shoulders before releasing. She leaned close, her breath warm against her daughter's ear as she murmured in Na'vi too rapid for the others to catch: "Your father did not sleep. He paced the shore all night." Her lips twitched upward despite herself. "His tail wore a path in the sand."

Before Y/N could respond, a commotion erupted from the tree line, the distinctive thud of someone tripping over their own tail.

"He was worried you killed him! Now he is worried about different type of activities you two could have done!" Lo'ak's voice carried across the beach as he barreled through the shallows, arms pinwheeling for balance. He skidded to a halt in front of Aonung, dripping seawater onto the sand as he pantomimed a dramatic double-take at their proximity. "Oh eywa—are you two holding hands underwater right now?"

The moment splintered; Lo'ak's grin widening as Aonung's grip on Y/N's wrist tightened reflexively, his tail smacking the water's surface with enough force to splash Tsireya's knees. Tuk giggled into her hands from where she clung to Tsireya's side, her earlier terror forgotten in favor of this new, fascinating drama.

Y/N yanked her hand free with a splash that caught Lo'ak square in the chest. "Shut up," she hissed. Aonung's knuckles brushed her hip underwater.

Jake's groan carried across the beach as he came closer to them again, scrubbing both hands down his face. "For the love of—no, from now on there needs to be at least 15 feet between you two." His tail lashed once as he huffed.

Tonowari's trident creaked in his grip as he studied his son. He watched Aonung's shoulders square beneath the scrutiny and the stubborn set of his jaw before releasing a slow breath.

"I agree. I have no desire to become a grandfather yet. Son, if you are serious about this, you will follow the proper courting customs."

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Aonung nodded. “Of course.”

Jake went utterly still.

Neytiri blinked.

Lo'ak made a strangled noise somewhere between a laugh and a choke.

"Wait." Jake lifted a hand. "No. No, you don't answer that that fast."

Aonung frowned. "Why?"

"Because that's the answer of somebody who's already thought about it."

Another pause.

"I have."

Lo'ak doubled over so abruptly he nearly face-planted into the shallows. "OH, EYWA, HE'S SERIOUS!"

Y/N wished the ocean would open beneath her feet and swallow her whole.

Lo'ak then straightened so fast he nearly lost his balance again, eyes wide with delighted horror.

"Neteyam is still asleep."

Nobody liked the look that appeared on his face.

"Lo'ak—" Y/N warned.

"Neteyam is still asleep," he repeated, backing away through the shallows. "He doesn't know any of this."

"Lo'ak."

"I have to go tell him."

"LO'AK."

"This is the best day of my life."

He spun on his heel and took off toward the village.

"LO'AK!"

His laughter echoed across the beach as he disappeared over the dunes while Jake stared after his retreating son for a long moment.

"I liked him better when he was lost." Neytiri smacked his arm.

Tonowari cleared his throat, attempting to drag the conversation back under control.

"Then there will be supervision."

Jake's head snapped around immediately.

"Good."

"Strict supervision."

"Very good."

"No disappearing alone into the reef."

"Excellent."

Tonowari considered for a moment, tapping the butt of his trident into the sand.

"Three months."

Jake stared at him.

"Three months?"

"That is the customary courting period."

"Can we make it a year?"

Y/N groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Dad."

"A year?" Aonung echoed, genuinely offended.

"Two years," Jake countered immediately.

"DAD!"

Even Neytiri was beginning to lose her battle with a smile. Tonowari's expression remained admirably composed, though the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

"Perhaps six months."

"Done."

“Dad!” y/n exclaimed as Aonung opened his mouth.

"Do not negotiate," Jake and Tonowari said in unison.

The two men blinked at each other.

A beat passed.

Then Tonowari sighed.

For the first time in their time knowing eachother, he looked at Jake not as another clan leader, but as a father enduring a uniquely terrible trial.

From somewhere deep in the village came Lo'ak's triumphant bellow.

"NETEYAM!"

The shout echoed across the shoreline.

"THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS, NETEYAM! HANDS!"

A startled yelp then rang out from somewhere among the marui pods. Followed immediately by a heavy thud.

Tsireya winced.

"Did he just fall out of his hammock?" Tuk asked.

Another crash answered her question.

Lo'ak's cackling carried all the way back to the beach.

Jake closed his eyes.

"I should've stayed on Earth."

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𝐚/𝐧: I'm so sorry this took me so long😭 I had a lot of stress at work and didn't feel like finishing this fic, but now I have some time off and hope to be able to write more! (started to finally watch off campus, so maybe I start writing for that fandom as well—I'm so in love with tucker ♡)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bruce wayne x batmom!reader feat. batkids

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: mr.banks was disrespectful towards you. so who's better to teach him a lesson that all actions have consequences other than the batboys?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, a bit violence, nudity (only mentioned), established relationship, 4k words, not proofread, pls let me know if I forgot something :p

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: damian wayne x batmom!reader (feat. bruce wayne and tim drake)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: damian is sick and needs someone to pick him up from school, but the vice principal doesn't make it easy for you as damian's stepmother.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a bit angst (idk if it's considered as angst but just to be sure), mention of having to bury a child (jason), fluff, 3.1k words, not proofread, let me know if I forgot something :p

𝐚/𝐧: wanted to post this fic like 2 weeks ago, but I was distracted by other ideas.

Also thanks for 100 followers 😍

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: damian wayne x batmom!reader (feat. bruce wayne and tim drake)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: damian is sick and needs someone to pick him up from school, but the vice principal doesn't make it easy for you as damian's stepmother.

𝐚/𝐧: wanted to post this fic like 2 weeks ago, but I was distracted by other ideas.

Also thanks for 100 followers 😍

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