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Neteyam whose favorite thing is to wake up beside you, sharing your warmth and feeling the gentle curves of your body against him.

Neteyam who would feel you stir and hold his breath, not wanting to risk pulling you further out of your sleep.

Neteyam who loves the way the tip of your nose grazes his neck and his jaw, the way your lips flutter over every vulnerable point in the early light of the morning.

Neteyam who would hear you murmur "'Teyam, we've gotta get going," but only squeeze his eyes shut and will you to go back to sleep.

Neteyam who would keep chin on the top of your head, basking in the smell of you, not wanting this fleeting moment to end so soon.

Neteyam who would pout like a child, his eyebrows drawn together over his closed eyes, his emotions already getting the best of him.

Neteyam who would let you comfort him and hold his hand while you pulled the both of you out of bed to meet Neytiri and his family for breakfast, his gaze never leaving you as he shuffles behind you.

Neteyam whose poutiness would burn off the moment you entered the Sully family marui, but his love would not, shown by his knee touching yours or his tail nearly brushing the skin of your leg as you are.

𝜗ৎ Until you decide to pipe up.

"What's the artist's name?"

𝜗ৎ When Ronin becomes certain in something, there's no shot he's changing his mind.

𝜗ৎ He spends the rest of the night stalking you, shamelessly. It wasn't hard to get info on you. Well, it wasn't hard for him. A famous K-pop idol; [Name] [Last.n].

𝜗ৎ Ronin wasn't a fan of anyone but himself, but he could admit he.. admired.. your music. Peppy, but a bearable amount. What he liked the most was your voice. Smooth. Like butter. (ha)

𝜗ৎ From then on, he dropped hints of knowing your secret like missiles in the server, borderline teasing you for his own leisure.

Ronin crossed his arms over his chest, subconsciously nodding his head to the music. He was at your concert, listening to the memorable flutter of your voice. You end the song with an exasperated sigh.

He appreciated the sheer amount of passion you put into your music. A snippet of your soul was nestled into your compositions and it did something to him.

He hangs around even when the show is over, lounging outside the venue awaiting your graceful presence. When you do arrive, it wrenches a mortified scream out of your lungs.. alerting your crew.

You calm down before your bodyguards attempt to apprehend Ronin. In watching the way the Butchers' fingers twitch near his waistband, you decided you didn't have the energy to explain any fatalities that day. And so, you disperse the dispute, telling everyone that you knew Ronin as a close.. comrade.

𝜗ৎ  When you both start dating, he insists on being your muse for your work. On putting subliminal messaging in your songs. On making a freaky track and acting dumb whenever anyone called out it's abnormality.

𝜗ৎ He writhes in your influence, the amount of people you could subtly corrupt.

𝜗ৎ He relishes in you more.

Angel .

𝜗ৎ Angel had been a devout fan since day one.

𝜗ৎ Everything was up her alley, from the music, to the lyrics, to your overal vibe. She loved it all.

𝜗ৎ She attended your concerts in her free time. She caught your eye from the crowd a plethora of times; given the fact you were a fan of her too!

𝜗ৎ Much like Ronin, she didn't think much about a new addition to the server, just greeted them wholeheartedly as she did everyone.

𝜗ৎ Also much like Ronin, she found out your identity through your voice.

Angel basked in the sound of your music traversing through every inch of her being. The melody almost coercing her to tears, before the song draws to an end. The pause only neared her closer to waterworks before she makes that eye contact with you again -- the eyecontact that makes her knees feel week, and her smile shudder.

You're breathless, eye-cuddling her with those wide weapens you call eyes. Angels life nearly cuts short when you gaze in her direction and beckon for her to come up on stage. It was rare. You rarely did it. The crowd roared with raw unfiltered emotion, but Angels' attention only remains locked on you.

You bring the microphone up to your lips, pointing out into the field of sweaty humans.

"You! Cute pinkie-pie with the space bun pigtails!"

The very specific shoutout makes her warm, nonetheless working on auto pilot to track her way up to the stage. Angel's sure she's shoved well-over ten people to make her way up here, and feels no shame about it.

When she finally does make it upstage, the mic had already been lowered to the ground, like a personal segment that the whole world could see, but not hear. It was oddly intimate, the way you immediantly bounced to engulf her into a hug. To whisper your appreciation for always being there at your concerts. To cradle her flushed cheeks aginst your adrenaline-filled fingertips.

𝜗ৎ Angel nailed the memory in her head to never forget.

𝜗ৎ She willingly hurls herself into a rabbit hole of your fan interactions -- had any of them been that passionate?

𝜗ৎ They had not, and Angel relished in that discovery.

𝜗ৎ Finding out you were an idol ,, no,, her idol was both a thrilling and embarrasing revelation. Similar to Misaki, albeit more tamer, Angel found ways to slip her obbsession with you into the server.

Misaki .

𝜗ৎ Misaki is a sweetheart, but incredibly airheaded.

𝜗ৎ They follow all your social media updates, rant about you in the server, their trailer has a shrine corner dedicated to you.

𝜗ৎ Despite the abundance of calls the pair of you had shared, she only chalked your familarity down to being a mere coincidence. Its a big world! so what if you have the same name as their favourite k-pop idol? so what if you have the same face as their favourite k-pop idol? so what if you had the same voice as their favourite k-pop idol?

Misaki beckons over the bartender, lazily flailing their hand over the countertop before halting in sensing someone's presence. She quips her head around, blinking at this newcomer pointing at the stool beside her. It takes Misaki a moment to process your words, adapting to conversating in the loud setting.

"Seat taken?" You repeat, a dopey grin on your face.

'Huh. They look familar.' Is all Misaki can muster before giving a stiff shake of the head.

A moment or two passes before the stranger beside Misaki let's out a snort. "Misaki, your facial recognition sucks."

They whip their head around to give you a thorough look over.

And finally, the puzzle pieces connect. You notice when they realise because their grin morphs into something unfathomably wide before lunging at you in a brutalic manner.

𝜗ৎ Misaki refuses to quit flaunting you in the server like a trophey of achievement when you both begin dating.

V .

𝜗ৎ V doesn't inherently care for any variation of music.

𝜗ৎ Is what he tells everyone who asks. And it's not entirely untrue? He doesn't take an interest in any modern forms of musical artistry. Kinda.

𝜗ৎ ...But he does enjoy this one artist. Only one.

𝜗ৎ He finds it awkward to admit to. A monotone man like himself. Enjoying.. K-pop.

𝜗ৎ But only this one artist. He doesn't wish to know their full name or face, or anything of the sort. He's okay with immersing himself in the trill of this authors' voice.

You and V sat in call like many times before, chatting away about anything and everything.

The topic of secrets came up, and you requested to hear one from V after spilling your guts about some embarrasing childhood memory you hadn't let go of.

"Just one," You plead. "I won't tell a soul, cross my heart." You place a hand over your chest.

"That's your lung."

"Whatever. Tell me one!"

"... I enjoy a specific Korean-pop artist."

A pang plays through. You're staring at the screen as if someone had broken into V's residence.

"..[Last.n], i believe their surname was."

"Wanna hear something funny, V?"

𝜗ৎ He doesn't believe you. He doesn't want to believe you.

𝜗ৎ Because for once, V had enough awareness to be embarrassed.

𝜗ৎ Blood rushes to his ears first, btw.

There's always a twinkle in her eyes, but she never says or does anything about it

So, is it really your fault that you have to take matters into your own hands? She wants you—you're sure of it. You just need to make her act on it

A plan forms in your head. It's risky, but you're immediately set on it. In the back of her classroom, she keeps books about how to make advanced potions. Potions that might be a little dangerous. Including a love potion. It only works if there's already lingering feelings, so you figure: what's the harm in brewing it and slipping it in her tea? If it doesn't work, then you know she doesn't feel that way about you. But if it does work...

One night, at dinner, you sneak into her classroom while everyone's at dinner, feigning that you needed to use the bathroom. You take the book, find the page for Verum Amoris, and steal all of the ingredients too. It's a a relatively straightforward potion and only takes three days to make

Indeed, three days later, it's ready. You carefully carry two cups of tea to Agatha's room, the one in your right hand containing the potion. Your heart is jittery and the spot between your legs is growing steadily warmer. Your shirt is unbuttoned an extra button, showing off the lace of your purple bra, and your skirt is rolled up so much that it barely covers your ass.

Professor Harkness sits behind her desk in the corner of the room and looks up when you shoulder open the door. A shiver runs through you at the scalding heat in her eyes as she takes in your adjusted uniform with a smirk.

"Can I help you?" she drawls and you slowly walk closer and put down the teacups in front of her. You have to remind yourself to keep breathing

"Just thought I could have a tea with my favorite professor," you say, light and breezy. Her eyebrow quirks up.

"Get some honey from over there, won't you?" she asks and points over to a cabinet on the wall. You nod and do what she says, quickly returning with the jar. "Good girl," she purrs and spoons a generous amount into her cup.

With bated breath, you watch her lift the cup to her mouth, put her lips around the rim, and drink. Then she puts it down and nods toward your cup. "Aren't you going to have some?"

You jerk your head up and down and pick yours up, feeling more than a little disappointed. The tea is hot and minty on your tongue, but there's a hint of something else that you can't put your finger on.

Agatha watches you carefully and you think her pupils are dilating. Your breathing grows heavy and your body warms. "Keep drinking," she says coarsely and you can't find it in you to not listen, your core starting to burn.

You finish the cup and by then, there's a thrumming in your clit that becomes hard to ignore. You squeeze your legs together and Agatha's mouth quirks up.

"How was the tea?" she asks innocently and the pieces slot into place in your brain. Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. Agatha chuckles and stands up to walk behind you and put her hands on your shoulders. You can feel her breath tickling your neck as she bends down to whisper, "If you need something, be a good girl and ask for it."

The words fly out of your mouth before you can even think about it. "Please Professor Harkness, I need you."

She tuts. "After the stunt you just tried to pull? I should leave you here soaking without any relief." She laughs when you whimper and squirm in your chair and then grabs you by your nape and pulls you up. Your cunt clenches around nothing. "Luckily for you, I'm feeling nice today."

You don't get the chance to speak before she pushes your chest onto her desk, forcing the air out of your lungs. She traces her finger down your back, leaving goosebumps in her wake. You forget how to breathe.

And then she traces her fingers down your back and your eyes are already rolling back in your head. She cups you over your underwear and you can feel how wet you are. You whimper

"God, you're such a slut, aren't you? For your teacher," she taunts and all you can do is nod

She pushes aside the gusset of your panties and your jaw drops open—she already knows exactly what you need. She pushes two fingers inside your dripping cunt and her thumb finds your clit

It doesn't take long for you to come with her salacious words and the way she twists her wrist just right that makes you clench all over her fingers and has your pussy spasming and her name falling off your lips

Agatha smiles wickedly as you fall all apart for her—she knew exactly what you've wanted and while she's a little surprised at the lengths you were willing to go to, she can't say she's not happy. She's seen you this whole time, with the short skirt and the desperate eyes and the anticipatory lean into her touch and she couldn't be more delighted

Because she wants you just as bad as you want her

When you're nothing but a sweaty and dripping mess, she leans down and kisses your temple and you can feel her smile against your skin

"Did you know?" you ask, heart racing, breathing heavy

"You weren't exactly subtle, hon," she says slyly and you feel your cheeks heat up but you can't protest because you got exactly what you wanted...what you needed