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Making a Stand - Part I

First Years/Prefect - Romantic Poly

Hi guys! I know there were quite a few of you that wanted the First years to win the Valentine's Day poll and I actually had a bit of an idea for them so I decided to go with it. This one is a little darker than normal with very obvious negative outlook on the upper classmen.

Hope you enjoy! <3

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“So, who’s up for a little murder and mayhem?” Ace grinned, his eyes glinting coldly.

He was leaning against Deuce, arm on his shoulder and gaze leveled on the Prefect who was currently surrounded by the Housewardens of Pomefiore, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle.

They had just gotten out of class and were heading to the cafeteria for lunch when their Prefect had been called for by the pale haired octomer. Of course, being as nice as they were – too nice – they didn’t hesitate to promise the group that they would be right back before jogging over to Azul to see what he needed.

Whatever Azul had been planning on speaking with their Prefect about had been derailed when Leona had sauntered over and injected himself into the conversation without hesitation or care to the icy glare the octomer was shooting him.

It was only compounded a few moments later when the beautiful Queen joined them, charming smile and thinly veiled acid being flashed at the other two while he offered a private lunch and tutoring session on potions. Which, of course, was argued against by the lion, and Azul pointed out that he had a whole restaurant for the Prefect to eat and study at.

It left their Prefect standing there confused and trying to mediate an argument that they could tell was going on but didn’t understand in the slightest beyond the fact that three of their most powerful friends looked about ready to claw each other’s eyes out.

A situation that, regrettably, had become more common as their Prefect saved and won over the various princes, celebrities, and rich heirs that ran their school.

A situation that Ace had finally decided they needed to snuff out before anyone else got any bright ideas about the Prefect.

Their Prefect.

“Lilia-sama would be most displeased if I was expelled for being caught exterminating troublesome students.” Sebek admitted begrudgingly, though his expression very clearly stating that he was almost willing to risk it.

“Then we just won’t get caught.” Epel grinned nastily, pounding his fist into his palm, sharing Ace’s blood lust eagerly and more than willing to make his Housewarden disappear.

“It’ll be a long list.” Deuce pointed out, his own brow furrowed, arms crossed, and he had the same look in his eyes that he got when he slipped into his old delinquent ways. “We’ll need an alibi and a way to hide the bodies.”

Jack heaved a sigh, his ears remained pointed in the direction of their Prefect and the three Housewardens.

“We’re not killing anyone, guys.” He said, though his tone indicated that he was saying this more because it was against the rules rather than a lack of desire to go through with it.

“Haaah,” Ace glared as he leaned around Deuce to turn his focus on the wolf. “And what do you suggest then? Keep letting these assholes throw themselves at the Prefect until one of them manages to trick them into something?” he demanded.

“They wouldn’t-“ but Jack cut off when all four boys turned their own looks of disbelief on him.

“The only one that didn’t hurt or try to kill them was Kalim and he only gets a pass because he was brainwashed at the time.” Epel said firmly, fists clenched tightly.

“Yeah, and I’m still pissed that he stood up for the asshole when Jamil literally BRAINWASHED the Prefect.” Deuce glared, shoulders tense at the memory.

“They don’t get to just apologize and then act like nothing happened and try to get into their pants.” Ace said darkly.

Jack glared at the red head but couldn’t help looking back to how Leona was now leaning on the Prefect, fingers tucking a strand of hair behind their ear and smirking at the confused blush on the human’s face.

Those same fingers had almost turned their friend to dust.

He didn’t even think Leona had even properly apologized about it either, just took the beating they got during Magift and acted like that made them even.

The wolf looked to Sebek.

“You’re okay with this? Malleus wouldn’t exactly be happy if you interfered with him trying to win the Prefect over.” He pointed out, which was absolutely true, and something that the half-fae had almost had a mental breakdown over when they found out that the Prefect’s ‘friend’ Tsunotarou was, in fact, his beloved Waka-sama.

The green haired male shifted, his expression torn as he clearly struggled between his loyalty to his liege and…his feelings for the Prefect.

Feelings that the others of their group shared but had never dared to voice. Not when their Prefect needed their unwavering support and the possibility of a romantic relationship with them wasn’t worth the possible awkwardness or ripping away the safety the magic-less human felt with them.

“While I believe Waka-sama would be only the best of partners, I…I am not convinced that it is what the Prefect wishes for.” He finally admitted, swallowing harshly and clearly feeling like he was betraying Malleus with such words somehow. “And if the Prefect does not wish for the relationship then it would only harm Waka-sama should it continue.”

And the Prefect really hadn't ever spoken of their fae-prince friend as anything more than a friend.

In fact, they seemed completely oblivious to the attentions from everyone around them, or at least oblivious to the type of feelings they were inspiring.

Maybe their world expressed such emotions differently, or maybe it was just their dumb little Prefect being their normal dumb little self too willing to see all the great things about others but never their own.

The Prefect didn’t notice the eyes that followed them. Didn’t see the want and desire on clear display. Didn’t catch just how willing they all were to play dirty if it meant winning them for their own.

Like a prize from a game.

Well Ace was a master at games and he was also very willing to cheat.

They had all been accepted to NRC for a reason, after all.

“The point, Jack, is that we can’t trust any of them.” Ace said darkly, gaze flicking back over to where their Prefect had still not managed to extricate themself from the posturing and focused attentions of the three Housewardens.

“Or do you want to risk what they could do to the Prefect if they manage to force them into a relationship? How much do you trust that prince of yours, because I can tell ya, I’ll ‘off’ Riddle’s head myself before I let that tyrant bastard force his perfectionist bullshit on them more than he already does. You know he actually uses every rule he can to touch them? Adjusting their clothes and hair even when nothing’s wrong? Even Trey has been pushing it. He just had to show the Prefect the right way to mix batter so he could practically molest them!”

Deuce nodded in confirmation.

“The Prefect was very uncomfortable and we managed to drag them away from the kitchen but Trey-senpai and Cater-senpai are sneakier than you’d expect.”

The pale haired therianthrope shifted, tail swaying tensely behind him in clear agitation as he watched the way his own leader was getting into their Prefect’s personal space despite the smaller human clearly being uncomfortable about it.

Come to think of it, their Prefect had become less tactile recently when around others. Only reaching out to their fellow first years when their small group was in Ramshackle or away from prying eyes.

Jack didn’t remember the other students – especially the Housewardens – being so eager to touch others until the Prefect was there, and then suddenly they all stood a little too close and touched just a little too long for it to be comfortable or casual.

If it was happening and the Prefect just didn’t feel like they could say anything about it…if they felt afraid to say something about it to the very influential, very powerful upperclassmen…

The last bit of hesitation was swept away as he watched Leona continued to hang off the Prefect as their human gave awkward apologies and tried to leave, only finally giving in and letting go when they promised to come by to visit later. A clear attempt to escape the current situation and not a real desire to spend more time with the lion.

He watched the Prefect’s shoulders remain tense and expression strained until their gaze fell on the group. Instantly it was all wiped away. Their eyes lit up and a smile bloomed on their face as they picked up their pace to jog over to them. He watched the three Housewardens’s gazes remain on the Prefect, following their steps.

“Alright, I’m in.” he said softly, earning sharp nods from Sebek and Deuce while Ace and Epel flashed vicious grins.

“Hey guys! You didn’t have to wait for us!” the Prefect beamed as they reached them, Grim grumpily moving from their arms to their shoulders where he couldn’t sit before because of Leona.

“Yeah right, Ace and Deuce would eat everything before you got back if we didn’t.” Epel laughed, his viciousness from before no where in sight as he hooked his arm with the Prefect’s and started tugging them towards the cafeteria.

They all settled around them as they walked, falling into a comfortable pattern that Jack hadn’t even realized they had taken up. One that kept the Prefect safely in the middle where they were protected from any of the students that got it in their heads that they could try to still bully their friend…but he realized that maybe the others had started to do it to keep others away as well.

As Ace slung his arm around the Prefect’s shoulders – dislodging Grim and making the feline tumble into his partner’s arms with a curse – and how they were relaxed and their laughter bright instead of forced…Jack allowed his own doubts to disappear and he shared a glance with Sebek. The half-fae’s gaze told him that even though he had his duties and loyalty to his prince…he was willing to do what he had to, to protect their friend.

If the fanatic knight thought the situation serious enough to risk his position or prince’s favor…well Jack didn’t think there was any greater indicator that it was the right choice.

And he knew there were no others that he trusted more than Grim, Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Sebek to have the Prefect’s best interest at heart.

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The next couple of days went by normally, though the first years did more to stay at the Prefect’s side and try to hinder any of the other students – especially the upper classmen – from having time alone with them. Ace, Deuce, and Sebek were surprisingly the best at this, easily playing ignorant to what the older ones were wanting and coming up with excuses to drag the Prefect away or remain stubbornly at their side.

They also planned and began taking steps to ensure that the unwanted attention and focus would stop, doing their best to keep it secret. Especially from the Prefect.

Some of the other upper classmen might have noticed, though, as a few were getting more and more brazen about their attempts. The eel twins were a couple of them, along with Jamil.

Thankfully, the one time Floyd and Jade had managed to corner the Prefect, Jack was with them and while the two eelmers weren’t afraid of Jack in the slightest, he stood a better chance of acting as a barrier to them than the humans of their group.

Jade’s smile had been as placid as ever – though his eyes sparked daggers – but Floyd made no attempt to hide the urge he was feeling to rip Jack’s throat out with his teeth.

The Prefect had promised they would see the twins at work before snagging Jack’s wrist and dragging him away as fast as they could.

“Man…Floyd’s really in a bad mood today.” They muttered wiping the nervous sweat from their brow when they finally turned enough corners that it didn’t feel like the two’s mirrored heterochrome eyes were following them.

“Thanks for staying with me, Jack. I know those two can be a bit intense.” They admitted sheepishly, turning an open and grateful expression up at him that made the wolf’s heart skip a beat as it always did.

“It’s fine. I’m not afraid of them.” He answered, feeling his chest warm when the Prefect let their hold shift to his hand to intertwine their fingers and began swinging it between them absently.

“Well you’re definitely braver than me.” They chuckled. “I mean, I know they wouldn’t do anything really bad but man, Floyd really doesn’t know his own strength sometimes.”

Jack’s expression hardened. “Has he hurt you before?”

“Hm? Oh, no, not really.” They said quickly. “I mean, not on purpose at least. He’s just really strong and I don’t think he realizes that humans are a lot squishier than merfolk.” They chuckled. “Sometimes he can get a little rough when he picks me up and stuff be he always apologizes and carries me around to make up for it.”

“I see.” Jack muttered, tail flicking back and forth in agitation.

The Prefect watched him for a moment, their expression turning concerned.

“Are you okay, Jack? Is something wrong?” they asked worried, their hand squeezing his lightly in reassurance. “You know you can tell me if something’s bothering you, right? I know I don’t have magic like you guys but I’ll help any way I can.”

The wolf’s ears twitched slightly before he stopped and promptly hauled the Prefect up to sit on his forearm, his other hand steadying against their waist.

“If you ever need someone to carry you just ask me or Sebek. We won’t mind.” He said simply as the Prefect blinked owlishly at him, a light blush dusting their cheeks.

“O-oh…okay.” They said, clearing their throat a little and looking away quickly.

“About time!” Ace called, causing them to look up to where Ace, Epel, and Sebek were waiting for them at the breakoff walkway that lead up to Ramshackle. “We’ve been waiting so long Deuce and Grim just decided to go and grab the snacks without us and meet us there.” He grinned.

“Hi, guys.” The Prefect smiled, giving a little wave.

“HUMAN! WHY IS JACK CARRYING YOU!? ARE YOU HURT!?” Sebek demanded, stepping over to them quickly and ignoring how they tried to ease his concern.

“I’m alright, really, Seb,” they chuckled as the half-fae began moving their limbs around a turning their head to make sure they didn’t have any obvious injuries. “Jack just offered to carry me since Floyd has kind of been in a bad mood.”

Ace rolled his eyes in disgust. “I swear, that psycho probably has bodies stashed somewhere to chew on when he gets hungry.” He snorted before grinning up at the Prefect as they turned and started making their way towards the more secluded dorm. “But don’t worry about him! We’ve got a movie night ahead of us!” he said pleased with himself as he pulled his bag off his shoulder and around the front so he could dig inside.

“My brother sent me some of our movies from home so I’ve got a great selection to choose from now.” He said pleased with himself as he pulled out a handful of cases to flash at them.

“Oh, cool! What did he send?” the Prefect asked, reaching down to accept the ones Ace passed up to them, not bothered by Jack still carrying them and just shifting their weight a little more against his shoulder so they could look through the movies without losing balance.

There were actually a good range of genres and the red head had even more still in his bag so they were all pretty excited to get to watch them. Sebek hadn’t seen any of them – stage theater being more common in Briar Valley - and there were some even Epel hadn’t gotten to watch yet. Jack had seen all but one, but insisted he didn’t have any problem with watching some over. Especially if the others would like them.

Once they reached Ramshackle, the Prefect let them in and they all began working together to rearrange the front room how they always did when they had sleep overs.

Mattresses from unused bedrooms upstairs had been brought down and kept in one of the side closets, ready to be pulled out and pushed together in front of the fireplace. They moved the couches out of the way and shoved the coffee table to the side but close enough to put their snacks on and situate the laptop that Ace always brought to watch the movies on.

Epel and Ace helped the Prefect bring down the many blankets and pillows that they kept clean just in case any of them wanted to stay the night outside of weekends while Sebek got the fire sorted and put the grate up around it.

Grim and Ace were active sleepers and after they had almost rolled over into the flames more than once – despite there being plenty of room between them – and the group had quickly learned to not forget it.

By the time Deuce and Grim returned, the room was all set and they were all changing into their pajamas, the Prefect running upstairs to grab theirs.

“Did you get what we needed?” Epel asked the blue haired boy while Ace and Grim pulled out the snacks to set out and get the popcorn started.

Deuce nodded, a sharp, pleased grin pulling on his lips as he flashed his phone.

“You’d be surprised what people say around you when they think you’re an idiot.” He shrugged.

There were certain societal things that Deuce didn’t understand or catch onto. It was something he shared with Sebek. But he hadn’t been a delinquent for years, broke the law without getting caught, and then get accepted into the most prestigious school for magic users without his own skills and acumen.

Many forgot about that though, and saw him not getting jokes or struggling with dyslexia and assumed he was an idiot.

The lavender haired boy quickly took the phone and began copying all the information, pictures, and videos over to his own and then making another copy to keep on a memory card for backup.

“I really wouldn’t.” he snorted with derision. “People underestimate me all the time because of how I look.” He pointed out, earning a comforting pat on the shoulder from Jack.

The Pomefiore boy flashed the wolf a smile before returning to his work. “Besides, it works in our favor. I was able to get what I needed too. Ace already got me his.” He explained, earning a nod from them.

Jack crossed his arms over his chest, purposefully listening for the sound of the Prefect’s footsteps heading downstairs again. They didn’t want to worry the stressed dimension traveler more than they already were. He might not have really liked having to take sneaky measures to keep their human safe, but he certainly didn’t want to do it in a way that would just add to the Prefect’s problems.

His tail swished tensely as he went over his own part of the plan.

“I did what you said. I think I made it sound natural, but Ruggie might be on to me.” He admitted.

Ace snorted as he returned to the room with Grim on his shoulder while he and Sebek carried large bowls of popcorn.

“Don’t worry about Bucchi.” He waved off the concern. “He might dance to Leona’s tune but he won’t put himself in a position of risk. Not after how close it all went to shit the last time he put faith in someone.” Ace understood Ruggie better than most, after all, seeing the same sharp selfishness and willingness to drop anyone at a moment’s notice should it benefit him.

He also saw the same greed and desire in his eyes but the difference was that Ace was willing to do something about it where Ruggie stayed to the shadows and only made moves when it couldn’t fall back on him.

He was smart, but a coward.

Ace knew he wasn’t a threat no matter how much Ruggie might want the Prefect for himself, or be willing to help Leona if it meant he would share them.

“Worry about the hyena?” Grim asked, brow furrowing from where he dropped down onto the mattress pallet beside Epel. “Why would we care about what that dog is up to?”

“Hyenas are actually closer to fel-“ “Jack, no one cares.” Ace rolled his eyes, though his tone didn’t hold the acid it did when he insulted anyone outside their group.

Jack shot him a glare but didn’t bother arguing back and just accepted when the red head pushed the large bowl into his hands.

“We’re setting up a plan to get everyone off of your henchman’s back.” Ace explained to the monster, who’s ears perked up instantly.

“Oh, yeah? Count me in!” he said instantly, actually pausing from where he had started to root around in the candy bag. “Those guys are getting way too close to my human! They all act like I’m a stupid cat that doesn’t see what they’re trying to get away with!” he snapped, electric blue eyes narrowing as his forked tail sliced through the air.

“Exactly.” Ace nodded, his grin widening and gaining a dangerous sharpness that Jack only ever saw on predators stalking their prey. “We’re going to fix that.”

“Uh huh.” Grim said dryly, leveling a knowing look on the red head. “I’m all for it but why should I trust you guys when you want the same thing as them?”

Epel actually threw his head back at that and laughed while Deuce and Sebek looked thoroughly shocked and Ace seemed somewhat impressed.

“Because, Grim,” Jack said seriously as the others recovered.

He had suspected that Grim realized more than he was letting on.

“We love the Prefect and you know we would do anything for them.” His tone even despite the somewhat embarrassing admittance. “We were willing to wait and let the Prefect decide what they wanted for themselves, but the others…they aren’t going to be patient forever and some are already trying to use underhanded means to force them into something they don’t want.”

“JACK IS CORRECT! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE!” Sebek declared angrily, taking a moment to settle his voice down a little when Deuce tapped him lightly on the wrist to let him know his volume was louder than he intended. “If the Prefect liked any of them in a romantic way it would be different.” He added, spine straight and eyes narrowed dangerously. “But they do not, as is obvious in their actions, and yet the filth proceed to force themselves on our friend! We will stand for it no longer!”

“The point is, Grim,” Ace said with a nod to Sebek’s words. “Is that you know we would never force the Prefect to do anything they didn’t want to do. As long as they are here, though, they are going to be a target. They attract people even when they don’t mean to. It’s just the kind of person they are. Especially in this place. You can’t protect them on your own, so you’ve got to make a choice. Help us keep them safe, or risk any or all of the others managing to hurt them again.”

“Do you trust them or us?” Epel asked, finally finished with the phone and handing it back to Deuce.

“Who does the Prefect trust?” the blue haired boy added as a final point.

The monster took a long moment as he eyed each of them in turn, clearly debating seriously over what they were saying and what might come from this. He wasn’t human, wasn’t any of the humanoid races that were even similar to his henchman. There was quite a bit of human-humanlike society that he didn’t understand and didn’t want to understand.

But if there was one thing that monsters did know it was greed and gluttony. Always wanting more. Always wanting what they didn’t have.

He saw that same look in the students of NRC and it was all leveled at his partner.

His henchman.

“I’ll agree to this with the condition that you understand that the Prefect belongs to me. You do whatever you’re planning, have whatever weird human relationship with them that you want, but they are mine and you are not going to be trying to replace me.” He said lowly, a growl in the back of his throat and sharp teeth glinting in the low light.

For an instant, the image of raging blue fire and screams of agony and fear flashed through Jack’s brain but was gone as fast as it came.

Sometimes he forgot just how little they knew of Grim and what he could ultimately be capable of.

Ace didn’t seem to care, though, and just met the dangerous smile with his own.

“You stop trying to cockblock us and you’ve got yourself a deal.” He chuckled lowly, causing Jack to sputter and Sebek to let out an awkward squawk and began babbling denials in a language that none of them understood.

Grim’s nose wrinkled but he finally snorted and looked away. “Gross, but fine.” He said before leveling that heavy gaze on the red head once more. “But if any of you try something my henchman doesn’t want or like I’ll roast you myself.”

Jack absolutely believed him.

Ace’s grin didn’t waver and Epel flashed one of his brilliant, completely fake smiles that Vil forced him to practice in the mirror.

“Wonderful, then we’re all in agreement!” he said cheerfully.

“Agreement for what?” the Prefect’s voice interrupted them and Jack couldn’t help but tense, the fur on his tail puffing up as he had been so distracted by Grim’s words that he hadn’t continued to listen for their return.

“Sorry I took so long, I wanted to clean up a bit before changing.” They admitted sheepishly.

“Oh! We think we should start with the scifi trilogy.” Ace said without skipping a beat, any of the earlier emotions wiped clean from his smile. “The superhero series is like, insanely long so we should probably start that last.”

The Prefect hopped down the last few steps eagerly with their own smile as they threw themself into the mass of blankets and pillows with a laugh.

“That sounds great! That’s the one with the cool light up swords, right?” they beamed, gathering Grim in their arms and settling themself down between Jack and Epel.

“Yup! They’re super cool and manly!” Epel met their excitement as they all settled into their cuddle pile to start the movie.

When they were finally situated, Jack was leaning back against the couch with his legs draped over Deuce’s hip – who preferred laying down while watching movies together – with the Prefect laying back against his shoulder while snuggled into Epel’s lap.

Ace was draped over the lavender haired boy’s shoulders comfortably with his chin resting near his neck, while Sebek – who’s knight training made it difficult to feel at east unless he was able to react in a moment’s notice – was on Jack’s other side where he could lean against him but was also not held down and was positioned between them and the doors and windows.

The Prefect absently ran their fingers through Deuce’s hair where his pillow was laying on Epel’s outstretched legs at their hip, while their other hand idly brushed up and down Grim’s back where he was curled up contently in their lap and munching on the popcorn.

The movies were good, but they didn’t really matter in the end as the group just basked in the feeling of comfort and warmth that only ever felt complete when they were all together.

It was a feeling that hung heavy around them even when most of them had fallen asleep during the third film.

Sebek had to help Ace cover the others up from where they had all migrated into laying positions on the mattresses, tangled together so that it was difficult to tell where one ended and another began.  

The red head took the time for one last chance to take in how cute the Prefect looked curled into Jack’s chest with Epel plastered to their back and his nose buried into their neck while Deuce’s arm was thrown haphazardly over them. With Grim sprawled out near the Prefect’s head and Sebek sleeping with his back pressed against Jack’s and facing the door and windows as always – his sheathed sword in easy reach – he couldn’t help but admit that it made his heart flutter with feelings he didn’t even think himself capable of.

Yes, he decided.

This was how things were meant to be.

And they were going to make sure it stayed that way.

Grabbing his shoes, he silently slipped them back on and tucked his phone into his pocket before tiptoeing towards the door. He nodded at Sebek – who’s near glowing eyes tracked his movements before returned it in silent understanding – and then slipped out into the darkness.

The upperclassmen were going to find out exactly what happened to anyone that threatened what they had. Threatened their Prefect. Threatened any of them.

Ace knew better than to risk what he cared about, and he didn’t play fair.

None of them did.

And he was willing to do more than just draw blood.

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Hope you guys like it! I might be continuing this but I can't promise, it'll depend on if I can come up with the next part and make it work how I want or not.

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Hello!! Im not sure if requests are open but if they are here is my request :

Can you please make headcannons for an AU where cracking your bones in twisted wonderland is basically breaking them? And in our world it's completely normal, also this isn't supposed to be an x reader, just headcannons for heartslaybul

Fright

Where the Prefect give the entire group a test of courage, or in their case, worry

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

The two of them were busy with each other, joking like any other day. It's rare for Y/n to be able to enjoy the freedom of a full day like this, without them realizing it, they already feel a bit of stiffness and aches in their necks.

Following Ace closely from behind, Y/n reached out to the back of their neck. Massaging the nape, trying their best to reduce the ridiculous amount of ache. If only school hours were over, they would've gone back to the dorm, laying down on the bed and enjoying resting their entire body from the fatigue. It would've seemed all of those long — forgotten troubles had finally caught on physically, tiring them out. 

"Oh, that's right! N/n~ Don't be lazy, okay? After all, you should really keep an eye on Grim—"

CRACK—

Y/n felt their joints shift slightly back in the right direction. Hearing such a beautiful voice in their ears, they felt a relief that cannot be expressed in separate words. They smiled slightly, shook their heads left and right, feeling the joints return to the right direction completely.

They raised their heads to face Ace once more, but what they found was a pair of hands holding their cheeks roughly, their interlocutor's eyes filled with concern. The warmth of his gloved palm radiating out of the black leather glove. For once, Ace was far more easy to read. And to decipher what he's currently feeling. What they cannot tell; is the exact reason for this sudden switch of a personality. 

The type to show his worry but in another kind of way. Trying to remain cool and compose, cracking up another story of an excuse. Ace won’t fully admit it whenever he feels worried per se, even if he did, he still tries to cover up with different excuses.

"I'm joking~! Come on, don't take my words seriously! You can be lazy but don't do it again!!" Y/n blinked incessantly, questioning her friend's sudden 360 degree behavior.

"What do you mean...?"

"Ehhhh...? What do you mean, what do I mean?"

Ace won’t fully admit it, however, he himself has a certain soft spot to his first friend by this school. Despite the roller-coaster disaster they must overcome, he keeps an eye out for Y/n more specifically. He is indeed a jerk and a tease, but behind that facade, lies a figure that would keep an eye out for his friend's well-being.

"Listen..." He started talking once more, so Y/n had no choice but to hear what he had to say. "I totally understand. Like really!"

"There are times when you want to just give up, but as far as I know that's simply not your style!!" Y/n who listened to Ace felt dizzy for a moment, knowing that there was a misunderstanding that occurred in such a short time.

“And what you just did was completely lame!! Can't you tell I'm joking?? Or Prefect, are you really sensitive?? Where is the lost and presumptuous magicless student who fought such a terrifying student?! ”

“No, wait—”

"Just because you can't handle one harmless joke doesn't mean you can break your bones like that."

"Ace—"

"Fortunately, you didn't completely break your bones—"

"Because I didn't break it, you idiot. I crack ‘em. To be specific, I'm aiming for the joints rather than bones." Ace for once looked taken aback, he looked at the flat Prefect of Ramshackle House, confirming the truth of where they had spilled. He casually put his hands behind his head, turned and walked ahead in front of them. 

“Oh, of course I know that! I was just trying to see the stupid look on your face.”

At the end of the day, Ace is quick to dismiss that embarrassing misunderstanding, but bringing it up would certainly make the tip of his ear brightened up.

It was a normal evening, the warm light that seeped through the window, falling down onto their figure. Two students are currently reviewing their notes, until one of them finds it tiring to keep on taking pre-notes. 

Deuce mutters under his breath, reading the same words over and over again. Test will soon come and he cannot slack off during that time. He need to get a high score, he need to maintain a well-built report, he need to—

CRACK—

The end of his writing turned into a messy scribble. He bopped his head up, pupils shrinking by the sound. Deuce heard something, something that resembled the sound of a breaking bone. And who would've thought, it is precisely coming from the person on the other side of his table. His mouth was agape, taken aback by what they've done to themselves, carefully watching their next movement. 

Apparently, while he isn't looking at all, Y/n managed to crack the bone around the wrist area, popping through those bubbles that become the reason for their stiffness. However, showing displeasure, it seems like it wasn't enough to get rid of it entirely. They violently shake their hand around, trying to ease it down. Planning to do a round 2 of cracking down until the negative pressure disappears. 

But alas, a hand prevented them from doing so as they were seen to do it again. A gloved hand that held her other wrist, gently, carefully, as if it was afraid to harm it any further. Raising their heads up, Y/n lifted one of their eyebrows, taking notes of the worry by Deuce expression. 

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

First of all, you’re, I mean they’re cruel if they did it out of purpose. If not, congratulations, they have made the baby of the group worry over their action. The type to worry and show it evidently, even frowning while looking at their direction.

Overwhelmed by his concern, Y/n cannot prevent the cold sweat that dribbles down their forehead. What is his problem? He suddenly holds their wrist, preventing them from moving any further. At times like this, they would’ve come up with a snarky comment. But, they cannot bring themselves to do that when he stares at them intently.

“You’re going to break your bones.”

“I— Pardon me, what—?”

Unlike Ace, who takes an entire detour around Twisted Wonderland to get to the point. Deuce immediately says the reason behind it all. In his mind, he assumed that Y/n was aware of the consequences behind their action. Thus, he didn’t appreciate the way they made him worry.

“You’re trying to break your bones.”

“...Pft—”

They snorted, finding it adorable how his worry switched to a confused expression. How can they hold back a laughter when Deuce takes the wrong kind of deduction. Y/n lower their head, trying their very best to refrain from laughing. It’s too much for them, too funny in their opinion. Especially when he thought they were trying to break their bones. What kind of fool would willingly break bones like that? Not them.

“Pft— Deuce, I'm sorry.”

“Huh?”

After a moment of explanation, Deuce cannot help himself but feel embarrassed. Face overheating from the small mistake. The entire study session, he cannot bring himself to look at them, knowing the smug expression that awaits him.

It was probably enough for their normal activities, talking rumors, taking quick photos and even walking peacefully down the halls of the NRC. Cater and Y/n chatted cheerfully, exchanging information about how the day had passed and whatnot. Unfortunately for them, their last subject is PE class.

“Ne, ne~ Have you heard? The Adeuce duo is at it again!”

“What did they do this time… Hm—?” Y/n reached out to massage their shoulders, frowning slightly. They could swear it was painful to move it. Meanwhile, they tried to listen carefully to what he was talking about. However, one thing that caught their attention overall was the stiffness in their shoulders. It must be because of Vargas's completely relentless workout.

"Which also reminds me, we haven't taken a picture together yet! So, how about we…"

CRACK—

Y/n groaned in satisfaction, twisting their shoulders back a little forcefully to get that wondrous feeling. Well, that's when the light of the shutter binds right in their eyes. A swift and unstoppable light had blocked their vision. To that, they reacted by blinking rapidly, reducing the hazy light that appeared in their vision, slowly returning to their sense of sight.

Cater was looking at them. Pupils blown wide, mouth parted open and phone in hand. The reason behind that light was the camera being accidentally pressed. As a result he took pictures that could be said to be somewhat traumatic from his point of view.

He would be surprised rather than worried. It would happen after a moment of stunned silence, before expressing his concern still with a bewildered expression.

". . ."

". . ."

The two of them stood in awkward silence, trying to figure out what each other was thinking, especially Y/n who wondered what was up with that flabbergasted impression. They stared at him, brows furrowed, lips parted, until Cater smacked them on the head.

"Hey! What was that just now?!"

"What are you talking about?!"

Cater will initially think it's some kind of joke that's trending these days. Ignoring their inquiries, he immediately searches for the hashtag that is relatable to this situation. Much to his dismay, he did not find it and grew even more confused. There's no way they would've done it by accident, right? Or is it? 

"Let's get you to the infirmary."

"Huh? Wha— Hey! Cater-senpai!!"

Y/n felt odd, the way Cater wrapped their hand against their wrist and gently, forcing them to come along is quite uncharacteristic of him. And furthermore, the way his cheerful and bright demeanor switched to a stoic one, made them feel uneasy. They never did anything, other than fixing their one and only lament which lies by their shoulder. Why does this – or rather nothing – have anything to do with the infirmary?

“I’ll make sure you get a checkup.” If possible, Y/n wished they’re the one who smacked Cater by the head.

He practically dragged them to the infirmary, making sure nothing bad happened to them after the checkup. It's a senior's job to keep an eye on his juniors, right? And he just did what he was supposed to do. It took some time to explain it thoroughly to him. When he finally got the point, he laughed it off. Probably planning to do this kind of trick in the future.

What are other ways to bond over other than a baking class? Of course, it had become a common schedule between the two. Where Trey specifically taught them a new dessert recipe and they continued to jot it down in their notepads, ignoring how their fingers were screaming the word, tired.

"Make sure to only use a teaspoon and a half." Y/n wasted no time, they jotted them down, scribbling pen on a piece of paper, eyes trained by the notes slowly filled with the different kinds of recipes they had learned over the last few days.

Trey looked at them, smiling very sweetly. Act like any other proud chef looking to his future successor or beyond. He reached out and patted them on the head, telling them silently how they were doing pretty well in today's lesson too. He returned to his explanation, doing so through action as well. Baking something for Riddle and teaching someone while doing it? He might have killed two birds with one stone.

However, this has been going on for quite some time. Even Y/n had realized such a fact, releasing and clenching their fists countless times. Focusing on the current Baker, they contemplated what to do to release the amount of pressure with their fingers. Y/n looked back at Trey, nodding along with his explanation.

CRACK—

Trey suddenly stopped what he was doing, facing completely at Y/n who was trying their best to write with their other hand, the hand they rarely used to write. While their dominant hand is currently being cracked one by one, with the help of the thumb pressing the area around the bottom of the finger.

Sensing the silence, Y/n looked up from their notes, noticing the worry that was showing on Trey's face. "Hmm?"

I do not understand the purpose behind this, but if they ever wished to see their disappointed mother's expression all over again, there you have it. Arm crosses, brow furrowed and the way he looked down on them, it yelled out the most unacceptable word, disappointment. 

"Y/n, what did you just do?"

"Uhm… I… I cracked my fingers…? You know… Like… How some cracked their knuckles but I'm doing it one after another…"

Y/n forced herself to be quiet. The way Trey deep creases – if possible – makes him look like an ordinary mom who disapproves of every action they take no matter what the outcome. Whether it's good or bad, it doesn't matter in this case. Disappointment will always be disappointment. The kind of feeling that was currently choking them alive.

He's not the type to ask why, he's the type to look at them, asking by the way his alluring gaze was present. At the same time, it shows the privilege he has been having this entire time. The same kind of instinct of an older brother, that's ready to scold his younger siblings for their wrongdoing. 

"Don't do that. Scratch that, you cannot do that."

"I—"

"Do you understand?"

That one word, that one word is enough to hold authority over many people. Quickly, they nodded their heads, completely shutting their mouths, obeying his orders. It brought satisfaction to Trey, patting them on the head once more, returning to his own bakery.

"Good. I'm just keeping an eye out for you, you know? Sorry if I sound harsh."

Trey is possibly used to multitasking at once. Hence, he's finishing up the dessert he's currently making, before looking for a way to help out with their dilemma and problem. Taking care of his junior is what a dutiful senior would've done. 

"Here, if you ever feel your fingers constrict, avoid doing so. Instead, dip your fingers in warm water."

Trey motioned for them to put their fingers in the bowl he had prepared, waiting for the cake to finish baking. Reluctantly, Y/n slowly dipped their fingers in the water, feeling the warmth coursing through their skin and bones, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving their lips, smiling contentedly.

"...This is nice."

"It is, isn't it?"

Of course, he did not forget to reward them at the same time, giving a slice of a fresh baked cake to them after their hard work in keeping up with his own personal baking session. Patting their head for the umpteenth time this day.

How fun isn't it? They are friendly, very sweet and not forced or anything, to help Heartslabyul once again. With what? Ah, it's time to paint the roses red. Offering another hand to help Heartslabyul who was short on hands, they had been doing this job for an entire hour.

Red paint drenches the pale white Rose. The smudge of the smudged color fell to the ground while the brush gently dipped into the paint can. Y/n yawned, showing signs of exhaustion as they carefully brushed the white flowers of the same color. How did they end up in this situation again? They couldn't be sure.

Finishing the top area of ​​the rose bush, they carefully descended the ladder, keeping an eye on the ladder. The least they wanted was to misstep and fall to their own deaths. Y/n dropping the brush on the inside could hurt. Felt really tired from the job. They've been painting for what seems like forever and their break is aching from all the careful positioning they've been in.

They raised their arms up, bodies arched forward, ignoring the presence of someone trying to check their condition.

"Y/n, how's your side—"

CRACK-

The voice was magical, dispelling all feelings of tightness behind them. They hum in satisfaction, lowering their hands. But, out of the corner of their eyes, they could see a familiar scarlet color. Which reminds them of a bright and dazzling rose. Behold, Riddle Rosehearts in all… Glory… ? Or worried?

Needless to say, he was horrified. He stood there, unsure how to react. Riddle wondered how they could look at him so innocently. It was as if they had never tried anything like splitting their spines in half. In the first line, he would stutter, trying to get out of his daze and accept the answer.

“I… You…”

“You? Me?”

Staring at each other head on, two students, one a dorm leader and one an invited prefect. Opening their lips, they tried to ask once more, however that soon turned into a dreadful expression, seeing the familiar beet red by Riddle's face.

"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT?!"

"HUH?!"

Riddle cannot express his concern, albeit the misunderstanding. He assumes it was all an intentional action, as if they would've done that to begin with. But, he's consumed by rage, in an adorable kind. Ahoge tensed up, comical white eyes, face flared up in the sea of red – due to anger, I might add – last but not least, the angry pout by his lips. He even tried to remember whether they unintentionally break the rules.

"Why did you do that?!"

"Did what??? I'm just painting the roses red!! Is it not enough for you?!" The two yelled back at each other, having their argument and objection. Apparently, their little roundup of aggressive yelling caught the group's attention. It was at first Ace and Deuce, who's seeking out for their dorm leader before Trey and Cater come along, watching the two bicker together.

The other watched in amusement, watching how Riddle did not say his famous line yet. Even with the look of anger in his face, it was obvious for the others it wasn't simply over anything unrelated to Y/n conditions.

"...Ne, senpai, are we really just going to watch them?"

"Don't worry, the two are all bark and no bite."

"This is totally them~!"

"Hold on, is it just me or did they keep on surviving dorm leader wrath?"

It took an entire argument to come into a adjournment. However, it is worth the fight. Became at the end, you'll receive a blushing mess Riddle due to embarrassment. For the entire week or more.

"Blood or not. You are a Sully" (Sully Fam x Adopted Reader

Adopted daughter of Neytiri and Jake nearly dies twice while protecting the other Sully kids from the sky people. And doesn't see the harm if she died. Jake and Neytiri will not let that kind of mind set slide.

You have always seemed distant. But others thought you were just shy. You didn't speak much, but you were strong.

You were the first Archer to use a three arrow style to kill more then one. Which wasn't really needed. But you still practiced it.

It seems practicing was all you did, your family knew that when you were practicing, it meant you wanted to be alone and not bothered.

You let it slide a few times when it comes to Tuk or Kiri. You can't really say no to those two. It's like a unsaid thing in your family to not say no to those two.

But you've been practicing for more longer then usually for a few days now. You don't seem bothered when your just out with your family or out in the village doing the usual.

But while practicing, your aggressive. It's not only archery, you had daggers to throw. You threw the dangers with such anger. Like you pictured actually killing something. . . Or someone.

And Neytiri was able to see that as she silently watched you from afar. You must have been so focused on letting your anger out you didn't notice the older Na'vi watching you.

Which concerned Neytiri even more. You would usual notice if someone was this close.

"Ma Jake. Something is wrong with Y/n." Neytiri expressed her concerns about the odd way you've been acting lately. You ate less. Haven't been looking Jake and Neytiri in the eyes anymore.

And you've been sitting yourself further away from the family. They haven't noticed due to how slowly you've been doing it.

You don't involve yourself in conversations as much or play with the kids.

Jake has been noticing how more obidiant you are. Jake tried to hug you one time after you made another clean kill, but you just bowed your head avoiding the hug and said; "Thank you sir"

Like gurl wtf- (jk jk)

Jake assumes your going through your rebellious teen phase, which he prays isn't as difficult as Lo'ak right now.

So he has decided to talk to you.

During dinner, you were normal. Joking around a little but mainly stayed quite and never lifted your head up to look anyone in the eyes. Neteyam would whisper to you sometimes to check if you were okay, which you responded with a nod.

Both Neytiri and Jake shard a look.

After dinner, Jake pulled you outside to talk.

"Something bothering my little girl. I wanna know." Jake spoke softly as he gazed down at you.

You inhaled sharply "Nothing is wrong sir." You spoke confidently. Jake frowns a little as he tried to have you open up.

You sighed as Jake kept bothering you about your behavior

"I'm fine. . . I've just been tired lately is all. I'm sorry if I made you worry" Your words seemed genuine. Jake nods and ruffled your head with his big hand.

You were always good at lying. And fooling Jake was pretty easy, your actually happy he confronted you about your behavior. Now you know how you should act so they won't bother you about it anymore.

You began to smile more. Talked a little more during dinner. Even held back on practicing. Neytiri became less worried which gave you openings to slip away before it was family time.

"Sister!"

But at one point, Neteyam always finds you.

"Ive been looking for you. Well, Lo'ak was looking for you first- but, never mind that. You were no where to be found after breakfast." You and Neteyam were the same age and both of you used to be always seen together. Always close to each other and whispering to each other when in a conversation in public.

"I felt a little energetic and wanted to get out. What did Lo'ak need me for." You asked.

Neteyam lead you to where Lo'ak was.

You regret following. But at the same time, didn't really mind. You felt something growing in your chest when you were able to shoot down some of the dream walkers.

Proud. You felt proud and useful for putting down the aliens that tried to hurt the ones you loved. And you were willing to do it again.

Anything to feel like you did something for the family that has given you so much.

You were pretty upset when Jake had forced you to pack to leave the rain forest.

But you understood, Jake wants the family to be safe, so you continued to do everything he said without a fuss.

You got off your Ikran and stayed close to Neteyam as you two whisper about your thoughts on where they were at.

The two of you greeted two boys who walked by. They went behind the two of you and began to make fun of your tails. You smacked a hand that tried to touch Neteyams tail. You glared at the two boys before a young Na'vi girl shood them away.

After the whole deal with Ronal calling you all demon children, Tonawari welcomed you all into the clan. And put his own children in charge of you and the Sully kids.

One of those kids being the one you smacked with your tail. You silently cussed to yourself.

You carried some of Neytiri's belongs along with Kiri's. So they didn't have to carry too much.

"Yo, sis. Wanna carry my stuff too?" Lo'ak asked. You scoffed and rolled your eyes and walked away from him. Causing the boy to whine as he ran after you. Neteyam snickered at Lo'ak's sad attempt for you to carry his things.

You all arrived at the Marui that was now home. Something everyone, Neytiri especially, is still trying to process.

You had Tuk in your arms fast asleep as everyone else was eating dinner. You stared down at your bowl of food you still haven't touched. You stood up, causing everyone to look up at you.

"Y/n?" Neytiri spoke.

"I'm tired. . . Gonna sleep with Tuk now." You mumbled as you slowly set Tuk down and layed with her. You had your back faced to everyone else so they wouldn't see that you were still awake.

Days after being with the Metkayina people, you went back to your habit of being distant. But then again, everyone was being slightly distant to each other was normal due to the new environment they were now in.

But you. You have been normal during the day, but sneak out in the night. When everyone was sleeping, you snuck out and went on your Ilu. Neteyam woke up during that time as he no longer felt his sisters warmth beside him.

He silently followed Y/n and ended up at the exact place he and Lo'ak beat Aonung and his friends up.

He watched as you slowly slipped off of your Ilu and just floated there.

He watched you for a few minutes before deciding to leave as you looked at peace and didn't want to ruin it.

"Neteyam." You spoke. The other Na'vi froze as he looked back at you. You were still floating in place as your Ilu swam around you.

"You can join if you want." You said as you gazed at the sky full of stars.

Neteyam got closer with his own Ilu and did the same as you did earlier. Just not as gracefully as you did it. You giggled as you pulled your upper half body to the surface.

"You couldn't sleep too?" You asked innocently. Knowing damn well he woke up because of you. You did nearly trip on your way out of the Marui.

Neteyam went silent as he gave you a weaker smile.

"What has been bothering you sister. . .? You've been acting like this before we even arrived here."

Ah, nothing can get past by Neteyam. You scoffed and tilted your head.

"I'm just, tired. You know, I can't sleep sometimes. But I've gotten a little better when I come out here." You said as you swam around a little. Neteyam chuckled a little as he swam twords you and took your hand.

Your ears fell back as you felt slightly trapped.

"You might have fools mother and father, but not me." He said with a small smile. You sighed and pulled away from Neteyam.

"I just want you all to be safe. . . You of all people should know that." You said as you slightly glared at the other.

Neteyam frowns

"Your way of protecting isn't right-"

"It is right if it means you and the others are alive then it is right!" You snapped at the other. Causing him to go silent. You sighed and hopped back on your Ilu.

"Come now. . . Let's go back."

You got shot. . . Not once. . . Not twice! BUT THERE TIMES. One in your shoulder, another in your calf. And another that shot a hole in your left ear.

You survived. Doesn't mean you'll survive Neytiri's wrath.

"You are stupid! You could have died!" For the first time. It was Neytiri who was scolding you. And scolding you hard.

It was only you and her, she didn't want Jake to talk with you, knowing you'll just be a smart ass and start aiming the conversation on the boys.

But not with Neytiri.

"You could have jumped in with your brother when you had the time! But you decided to fight them and YOU ALMOST DIED!"

You sighed, your back faced to her.

"What. . . Does it matter??" You mumbled.

Neytiri's ears perked up as she quickly looked at you.

"What?" She began to walk towards you. You clenched your jaw and turn to face her.

"What does it matter! If I died, I died. But Neteyam is alive! . . . . If we lost Neteyam it. . . !" You sighed once again, your hand sliding on your face.

"If you died. . . Y/n. My sweet girl, If you died our family would be just as broken if it had happened to Neteyam. To any of us." Neytiri spoke. You voice calm now.

You shook your head as you stared at the ground "After all of this you won't have to worry about me. Okay?" You said. You felt like right now was not the right time to bring this up. But. . . Something in you just wanted to let it out.

Neytiri frowns as she came up to you and held your face, trying to look for an answer to how you are feeling. What you are thinking.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

You stared into her eyes as you gently grabbed her hands and took them away from you. Pushing her slightly away from you

". . . After this. After everything. I'm leaving the family."

Neytiri stared at you in utter disbelief. The older Na'vi shook her head as her bottom lip started to quiver.

"No. . . No you can't." Neytiri cupped your face again. "You can't leave this family. My daughter-"

You pushed away from her again.

"No. Kiri is your daughter. Tuktery is your daughter. You must focus on them. . . " you were slowly backing away from her. Close to turning away and leaving until your back hit something hard.

You quickly turn and see Jake. Your ears flaten as your eyes meet he's. Jake looked at Neytiri, seeing she was close to tears. And looked back at you.

"What's going on here?" He said as he stood in place. You were about to say something to dismiss this conversation until Neytiri spoke.

"She's leaving us!"

You wince at the heart breaking sound in her voice.

Jake stared back at you. "What?" You sighed and shook your head. "Ma Jake. She doesn't believe she is ours! She doesn't see us as her own!" Neytiri spoke again as Jake walked over to his mate to comfort her a little.

"Y/n. Is this true." His question was more of a demand. You frown deeply as you looked between both of them.

". . . Yes sir." You mumbled.

"Why. . . " Both Jake and Neytiri looked heart broken. You could feel your tears coming. You bit your bottom lip to try and hold the water works.

"I don't. . . Belong. I-I never belonged. Everyone had a place in the family. A job. And I never felt that way. . . B-but! But when I was able to protect the others from the sky people! I felt like I belonged. Just for a moment. . . " you avoided eye contact. Your heart felt heavy just thinking about how useless you felt.

"So, I just thought. . . If I just protected you all when it came down to the worst. . . Maybe I did something great?" A few drops of tears came down. You felt weak now. Crying in front of the two most strongest people you knew.

You then felt a big hand cup the side of your face, Jake made you look up at him as Neytiri held your hand.

"You've always belonged. You are ours. And we are yours." Jake said as he whiped away your tears. Neytiri did the same with the other side of your face.

"Forever and always"

You begin to cry as they both pulled you in for a hug. You hugged them back as regret swelled up on you.

"Blood or not---"

"-- You are a Sully"

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GETTING OVER IT

pairing: ao’nung x omatikaya! fem! reader

summary: the pressure of being the oldest daughter started to have an impact on you. however, you still tried to accomplish your chores with the Metkayina clan until one day you accidentally let your façade slip and someone happened to witness it.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: language, some angst, fluff, flirting by teasing each other

author’s note: I’m thinking about making a part two, what do y’all think?

You were fed up. Slowly, your eyes separated from the ground in order to look at your father. His mouth was constantly moving, words coming out of his lips and his angry gaze focused on you with disappointment.

But you couldn’t hear a thing. However, knowing what he could be saying wasn’t a hard guess. “Why can’t you try harder?” “You are the oldest one, act like it.” “Just follow the example of your twin.” You sniffed, now looking at your mother.

Her demeanor was different as she was switching her stare between Jake and you. Instead, Neytiri looked as if she was worried.

“Ma’Jake” Neytiri called “Enough.” Your father was going to complain but she interrupted once again “Enough.”

“No, he’s right.” You finally talked forcing your parents to heed the call “That’s me, little miss disappointment.”

The discomfort filled up the atmosphere. Trying to hold your tears back, you caught your inner cheek between your teeth, waiting for an answer. When they stayed in silence, the impotence took over your body.

“Why can’t you see I’m trying?!” You screamed before breathing deeply “I’m always trying but you don’t care about anything more than what I do wrong, sir.” The emphasis fell on the last word, pointing out the vocative.

It was clear that Jake Sully was sorry for the way his words affected their children. Although, he hadn’t realized until now.

The love he held for his children was as much as his soul could sustain, they were his world along with Neytiri, but he was their father after all which made him the one in charge of protecting and paving the way for them.

He called your name. “These are hard times we are living in” Jake sighed looking into your amber colored eyes where he observed the same fierce soul as your mum’s.

“Living hard times doesn’t give you the right to be an ass” After you cursed, Jake stood up offended but you didn’t give him enough time to argue back. Instead, you stormed out of the Marui trying to hold your tears back.

The further you walked, the heavier your chest felt because of the weight of your feelings collapsing inside your body. It was such the pressure that you didn’t even realize the presence of another person nearby your position.

Despite your attempts of restraining yourself from bursting into tears, they still started to fall down your cheeks leaving a wet path on the blue skin.

When you thought you were far enough from any curious eye who could take a second glance, you climbed up a big rock which faded into the ocean. Some of the waves were crashing into the most protruding part of the rock, splashing your legs simultaneously.

You couldn’t help but burst into tears while your hands fastly moved towards your hair, unbraiding the braids that had been meticously made by your mother until you heard a sound behind your back. Right away, you hissed at the person by the same time your ears shrinked with annoyance.

“No need to fight me, I come in peace” Ao’nung clarified putting his arms over his head.

“Of course you do” You rolled your eyes after cleaning the tears that fell from them. The son of the chief sat next to you but he didn’t say a word, letting the silence be kept in order not to seem intrusive.

After a few minutes, you decided to break the ice. “Have you ever ridden a Ikran?” The question came out quickly from your lips, you didn’t need to talk about what happened with anyone, you just needed to get distracted.

He bit his lip, so you managed to notice his fangs piercing the skin. “I’m more used to go underground, not above it.”

“Is it true what I hear? Ao’-I’m better than everyone-Nung, is scared of heights?” He sighed looking into the skyline. “Get over it.”

“Oh, I’m over it, shrimp. But you are the one who is going to get over your fear.” You stood up drawing a fake smile on your face after you offered him a hand.

Ao’nung noticed the pain that smile hid and, with a sigh, he accepted the help standing up. “Let’s make a deal.” With curiosity, you raised an eyebrow. “I will fly with you if you accept my help for once”

The movement your tail made showed how uncomfortable you were with the proposal.

Those words triggered some of the memories related to your stay with the Metkayina clan. It wasn’t the first time you refused help from one of the members, mostly Ao’nung’s aid. The reason why? You just couldn’t accept it from someone who has been constantly making fun of your nature.

Your twin, Neteyam, he was the carbon copy of your mother, whereas you were more like your father in all senses. You had his same luck of always getting in trouble, after all.

“Deal.” You whispered, now smiling for real.

Ao’nung admired your smile from his position, he looked up and down analyzing all your features. You were so similar to him but at the same time so different, starting from the five fingers on your hands until the eyebrows above your amber eyes which were still crystallized.

“If I die, I’ll drown you to death.” You laughed before your hand covered your mouth, an action that also made Ao’nung laugh.

By the time you arrived nearby where the Ikrans rested, you obliged him to bent over by taking him by the forearm. “What do you think you-?” “Shut the fuck up. If my father sees us, I’m dead, you skxawng.”

When he nodded, you started clicking your tongue. A Ikran with a turquoise-like color appeared and a smile brightened your face. It layed down his head on your chest so you petted his head with affection. “Don’t look into it’s eyes” You warned, making Ao’nung stare into the ground. “Hello baby, this is Ao’nung, alright? He is a…friend” The doubt made an act of presence on the last word so the boy looked once again at you.

“Give me your hand.” You saw how he raised an eyebrow “If you don’t want to end up without one…” You continued so Ao’nung nodded before holding your hand, you approached both hands together towards the Ikran who smelled the boy’s essence with curiosity.

Quickly, you jumped into the animal before grabbing your queue and creating the tsaheylu. Afterwards, you got into flight position and helped Ao’nung to ride your Ikran. Without even realizing, your hand was positioned into his thigh holding it close to your body. “Hold on tight, shrimp.”

He coughed while the pointy part of his ears turned purple. However, before he could say anything you commanded the Ikran to start flying. The grip Ao’nung had on your shoulders got tighter which made you laugh.

The beautiful view of Pandora welcomed you both but it was a beauty you have never enjoyed of. You were used to seeing just forest or waterfalls but now a whole sea of opportunities was appearing in front of your eyes. A sea which sheltered those unfortunate souls and in that case, it was you two.

You turned your face backwards to stare into Ao’nung eyes, when your look encountered his, you sighed and soon it shifted into a laugh, letting go all the worries that had a grip onto your heart.

Ao’nung smiled. “Ya know? You look pretty good when you smile.” After hearing that statement, a blush appeared in your cheeks coloring them purple. “Of course I do.” You answered with confidence before suddenly changing the direction which forced Ao’nung to hold on tighter.

“We made a deal!” He managed to say. “Yeah, I’m not good at keeping promises. You should know that about me.”

Ao’nung laughed looking at you with compassion on his eyes, he thanked Eywa that you were way too focused on flying because, otherwise, you would have probably complained about it.

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to…But I heard some of it and I know what’s like to be scared of disappointing your parents. ” He brushed his fingers through your hair trying to unbraid those remaining braids that you couldn’t reach earlier on.

You slowed down the flight relaxing under his touch. “Have you ever heard about not listening to other’s conversations?”

“They are pretty difficult to avoid when your annoying voice is screaming.” You silently stared at the ocean.

“It’s just so much pressure…being the oldest daughter. I’m always expected to behave and take responsibility over my siblings and their actions…I’m not even eighteen yet.” You sighed feeling how he stopped to unbraid your hair for a short moment.

“Ya know? I believe you should live your life how you want to without anyone else’s judgement. But I’m sure your parents love you and they just want you to be safe.”

You listened to his advice before you answered “He may have good intentions but the consequences end up being dreadful.” You sighed speeding up the motion of your Ikran and alarming Ao’nung.

Therefore, you both got lost into the freedom of the wind colliding with your bodies. It was a new experience which wasn’t easy to explain but, for want of a better word, how the company of each other seemed to distract yourselves from your thoughts for once.

In which (Y/n) ends up in the infirmary because a child wandering around campus bit her.

It turns out that the feral boy is Floyd's and her child from the future.

Request by anon.

"(Y/n), we came as quickly as we could!"

A jolt ran through your body when the door to the infirmary was pushed open with an incredible force. Before you could even begin to recover from the awful noise the hinges produced, you found three figures surrounding your bed.

"What happened to you?" Deuce asked and pointed to your finger in worry. "Someone said you got bitten?"

Ace poked the band-aid that covered the tip of your pointer finger. "Bitten by a feral animal? By Grim?" he asked and began laughing, especially when the cat in question grumbled a few curses of protests.

Much to your amusement, Deuce shot the cat a stern look and wagged his finger in front of his disgruntled eyes. "Grim, what did we tell you?" the blue-haired boy scolded, narrowing his eyes. "Don't bite the hand that feeds you..."

"It wasn't me, I swear!" Grim threw his hands into the air while Ace and you merely laughed your souls out. Your amusement seemed to confuse Deuce, so much that the cat had to explain, "I don't bite people. I have class, you know..."

"Yeah, I was bitten—" you began slowly.

"But you're not bleeding out, are you?" Ace interrupted you and took precautionary step backwards. "And please tell me you didn't get rabies..."

By then, your left eye had begun twitching in frustration — oh, and your ears had begun hurting with all the excessive noise. Before the three could begin arguing amongst each other again, you had already raised your hands to shut them up. "Let me finish my sentences, you idiots!" They quieted down at once, all due to the angry glare you shot them. "No, I got bitten by a child... It was a boy, turquoise blue hair and very very sharp teeth. He couldn't have been older than seven..."

"How... did a child get on campus?" Ace asked with scrunched up eyebrows.

"I don't know..." you grumbled and sank into the soft infirmary bed again — it was much softer than the one back at Ramshackle. After a deep exhale, you closed your eyes and waved the three off. "Just ask Crowley or something."

"And where is the boy now?" Deuce piped up, his eyes flashing with concern. "What if he bites other people? He could seriously hurt someone—"

The red-head rolled his eyes. "It's just a child, you idiot..."

"No, trust me, Ace," you interjected seriously. A series of shivers ran down your back, and something akin to trauma darkened your eyes. "That boy is a menace to society."

"So what do we do now?" Grim asked, panicked.

His blue eyes flashing with utter determination, a bulb seemed to light up above Deuce's head. "We could put up some traps," he suggested while pacing up and down the empty infirmary. "You know, attach some thread to a branch and then prop up a cage. And then use candy as bait."

You clicked your tongue. "That's how you catch a stray cat, not a child..."

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"Ugh, why do our professors always give us so much homework? I barely even have time to fulfil my daily squeeze quota anymore! Jade, my whole life is falling apart! What is the purpose of living if I can't have fun?"

"Oh Floyd... please tell me you're finished with the alchemy assignment for tomorrow."

The twins were walking side by side, traversing another courtyard to get to the Mirror Chamber for their shifts at the lounge. Yet, dread already pooled in the depths of Jade's stomach when he looked upon the moody frown on his brother's face. Floyd's mood swings and work didn't mix well at all — it was like throwing oil and water together.

"Nope," Floyd chimed innocently, "haven't even started yet with that stupid assignment."

"The deadline is tomorrow..." Jade furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

His concerned tone merely drew an annoyed scoff from Floyd's pursed lips. "I wasn't in the mood." A whine escaped his lips when he raised his long arms to stretch lazily. His lips twisted downwards into a pout when he suddenly complained, "I haven't seen (Y/n) all day! My little shrimpy would usually bribe me with hugs and what not to do my homework..."

Jade shook his head in disbelief. "By the Great Seven, Floyd..."

Before he could properly begin scolding his brother, a high-pitched voice reached their ears — someone was calling out to them, and the voice was drawing closer. "Daddy!" they managed to discern once the voice was close enough. And almost simultaneously, a young child threw himself into Floyd's arms while continously muttering 'Daddy' over and over again.

Reluctantly moving his arms around the boy to support him, Floyd furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and a tad bit of annoyance. "Huh? What do you want, little guppy?" The sharpness of his eyes softened up though as soon as he found the child's cheeks covered in dried tears. The boy continued wailing and clinging to the Octavinelle student. "Oh my, why are you crying?"

"I-I hurt Mommy earlier!" the boy confessed guiltily. "I bit her! I didn't mean to... I was just so excited to see her again! And I was so happy that I chomped down a little bit too much... It was meant as a love nibble..."

"And where is your mommy?" Jade asked hesitantly.

The boy's mood seemed to increase once he laid eyes upon the other twin. "Uncle Jade! You're here, too!" he exclaimed with a toothy smile.

Floyd and Jade shot each other surprised looks, astonished by the young boy's ease at telling them apart. Yet, with the way he addressed them, they both began to worry.

"I don't remember having a son, Jade..."

"Neither do I."

Before they could ask the child for answers, three figures came running towards them — two Heartslabyul students and a familiar cat monster. All of them were out of breath when they came to a halt in front of the twins.

"Floyd! Step away from that child at once!" Deuce exclaimed and extended his flat hand warningly. "He's dangerous..."

"This little guppy? No, he ain't dangerous at all." A bout of laughter escaped Floyd's lips when he began tickling the boy affectionately. "What's your name, guppy?" he cooed and cradled him gently.

"Nemo!" the boy chimed.

"See?" Floyd drawled. "So cute."

Grim shook his head hastily. "That boy bit (Y/n)!"

The remark caused Jade to tense at once. His limbs suddenly frozen, he only managed to slowly crane his neck at his brother, who was still busy playing with the mysterious boy. Now, on closer look, Jade managed to see the resemblance between the wild boy and the Ramshackle prefect. His disbelief still didn't lessen, somehow, when he carefully asked, "Wait... so (Y/n) is your mother, Nemo?"

The boy immediately piped up happily when that name reached his ears. "Mommy! Where is she?" His toothy smile showed off his razer-sharp teeth. "Is she alright?"

"Great," Ace grumbled under his breath, "so we bought the cage and candy for nothing..."

The revelation had Floyd perking up in utter delight. His bad mood from earlier had disappeared entirely, based on the way he was grinning widely. "Woah, so Shrimpy and I are gonna have little shrimpies together in the future?" Giggles escaped his lips while he threw the child into the air. "I love it! You're making my day, little guppy~"

"If that's the future, you should work hard for it..." Jade muttered mischievously. "Maybe this is a sign by the Great Seven to work on your assignment for tomorrow."

"Nemo, what do you know of alchemy?" Floyd asked, his laughter mixing with his son's giggles. "I'm sure you'll help your daddy work on his assignment, no?"

The question made Jade's smile waver. "Oh, he's hopeless..."

“Αγαπητή μου Περσεφόνη”

| Repost: 01.12.23 | 1.0K | Mature |

Idia Shroud X AFAB!Reader

| Dark Content | Yandere | Smut | Dom!Idia | Aggressive (?)| Food Sharing | Pomegranates | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

He commends you for your bravery.

To walk through the quiet empty halls of Ignihyde without care and worry. A ripe pomegranate, heavy, within your palms as you slowly open the heavy doors to the throne room. There’s a shift in temperature and a man who seems less focused on your arrival, but more so on his nap. One eye lazily opens, peering at you curiously, the quirks of his lips rising. He shifts, leaning further back in his throne, hair of fiery blue, shifting ever so slightly.

“Have you brought me a gift…”

His voice is deep and raises goosebumps on your skin, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. It’s almost out of character with how confident he seems. You shake your head, ridding yourself of the thought and offering a smile. You had searched this empty and isolated castle for hours, finding nothing worth-wild til you stumbled across a beautiful pomegranate tree.

With only one ripe fruit. Only one.

You hold out your hands, offering the ruby red pomegranate as a gift. The room soon grows uncomfortably hot, the once cold floor not hot. A surprised yelp leaves your lips, jumping onto the stone staircase that leads to the king’s throne. You stare at him in surprise and your lips downturn. You knew that he disliked pomegranates, but you had no choice, but golden eyes seem to glare at you, yet a pale hand beckons you forward. Silently.

He commends you for your bravery.

You walk up to the steps, your heart thrumming heavily in your chest, the heat slowly becoming unbearable. Yet he says nothing to you as you reach him, holding out the pomegranate for him to take. Yet he doesn’t take it. He stares you over before eyeing the pomegranate.

You try to move back, try to find just a second of cold freezing air to stop yourself from sweating, yet his hand lashes out, dragging you forward, losing balance in your legs, your knees go crashing into the stone floor, a cry tumbling from your lips, face leaning into the fabric of his pants.

He grips your wrist, even as he speaks. Holding it high above your head. “You know that I don’t like pomegranates.” You can feel a bulge began to form, nudging your face as you look up at him. He releases you, but you don’t move, watching him easily break the pomegranate in half, spilling juice on his clothing and some on your face. Your hand slid to his lap, slowly rubbing your cheek against his growing bulge, letting out a low breath.

“Stand.”

You rise to your feet, watching the king hold the pomegranate out to you, “Bite.” And you do. Hands cradling his wrist to take a bite of the fruit, several pomegranate seeds resting on your tongue. He drops the fruit carelessly, leaning forward to harshly grab your stuffed cheeks, bringing your lips to his.

He’s aggressive. Forcing you onto his lap, his sharp teeth biting into your lips, almost drawing blood. Pomegranate juices flow from your lips as he pulls away to spit the multitude of seeds out. You’re dizzy, his hands pulling and tearing at your clothes, eyes completely hazed over. His name tumbled from your lips, feeling him kiss your skin, spreading pomegranate juice along the base of your neck and collar.

You swallow the remaining seeds subconsciously, your hands seizing him hopelessly, climbing onto his lap. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Growling into your skin. “Please—” A short whimper falls from your lips, gripping at the fabric of his tunic.

Your skin shudders as he runs his tongue along the valley of your breasts, his nails digging into your sides. Incoherent words tumble from your lips.

Pomegranates. The fruit of death.

His hair is warm to the touch, your body shuddering, as Idia slowly rubs his cock head against your entrance. Your body shudders anxiously, desperate, nails digging into the flesh of his back, dragging a throaty groan from his lips.

The fruit of love and marriage.

Wife. The words burn your skin, feeling him sliding into you, a passionate cry tumbling from your lips. Your senses feel heightened—sensitive. As if someone altered them to their own liking. You asked him to marry you. You can feel him coating his cock head in your slick, prodding at your cunt. Before slowly sliding into you, creating a slight burn. He lets out a hiss, slipping through gritted teeth, your pussy squeezing him desperately.

Yellow eyes lock onto yours, urging you closer til he captures your lips in his. Just as the tip of his cock nudges your cervix. Swallowing a high-pitched cry. “Idia—” You sob into his mouth, shifting your hips, squeezing around his cock. Coating him in your sweet juices.

“[Name]—” He drags his cock out of you, feeling your walls clench and flutter, stopping to only his head remains. Your eyes flutter close, leaning your head against his shoulder. Holding your breath as your body stiffens in anticipation. Your slick sliding down the sides of his cock. “Breathe.“ A command. As you began to exhale, his cock thrusting back into you, a cry of shock slipping from your lips, almost biting your tongue. He laughs, leaning his forehead against your sticky neck. Slowly bouncing you on his cock, creating squelching and splattering cum on your thighs.

Your hands slid up to hold his shoulders, teeth digging into your bottom lip, quickening his pace desperately. He loves how wet you are, how much you squeeze him, begging for him to never stop. Your hips buck downward. His hands glided down to rub against your clit, your body shuddering, hips stuttering. You can feel a knot form in your gut, your cunt desperately squeezing like a vise. Earning a heated grunt from Idia, nails digging into your lower back.

“Πες πως με αγαπάς.”

—til the end of time

—til the earth unravels and leaves us, but nothingness in the never-ending void

—Our love shall remain

You can feel the knot snap, as he cums inside, gushing around his cock, spilling his seed greedily, mixing with yours. Your voice falls flat, a tiny whimper slipping from your lips, clinging to him hopelessly. Your body shaking and twitching. His chest heaves against yours, wrapping around your waist and slightly squeezing. He nuzzles his face against yours, letting the burning feeling of lust and desire sizzle into a cool fire of love. He plants a gentle kiss.

”Αγαπημένο μου Ρόδι.”

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