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Oneshots/Spinoffs

List for oneshots from my slowburn FratKuna! Fanfic.

Please note: Sukuna may appear slightly OOC in this oneshot.

This portrayal is specific to my university AU and reflects a deeply established dynamic between him and the main character.

If he seems unusually restrained or respectful, it is intentional and rooted in their shared history, which is explored in the main story.

No Room for Comparison

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I don’t post about it much but I’m a really big Oneshot fan. I would put down my life for Niko Oneshot any day of the week.

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📢 Announcement!

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I’ll also be writing a few of my own ideas that I’ve been wanting to bring to life for a while.

Once I’m done with those, I’ll be starting a brand new series.

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Dw!! I shoulda worded that better mb! 💗

I pictured like all of them being at the ball’s and stuff, and everyone keeps catching those two giving each other death stares-

(I don't know why I wrote a short scene about your ask, Anon, but I had so much fun with it during lunch break!)

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The second reason why Dolion makes for a good captain is because of his skills with a sword and his unrelentless, near unhinged drive to cut his foes into blood pieces on the battlefield.

The first reason?

He can smell bullshit a mile away.

No matter how often that expensive perfume spritzed on the burgundy letter in his mailbox.

See, any machinations designed by the Imperial Baroness of House Anesidora will inevitably serve a purpose to the woman in charge.

Always.

Truly.

And sooner or later, it would reveal itself.

Dolion just didn't expect that it would manifest in the form of a random ass ball on a random ass Thursday evening. He remembered nothing about attending balls and parties for nobles and their ilks when he signed up for the military!

"Dad, quit scowling or you're gonna look uglier."

"And in 20 years or so, you're gonna look the same when you'll inevitably be forced to attend a fancy-ass party like this by the twins. And be nice to your old man, damn it."

Silas, his accidental pride and joy and the bane of his secret, midnight sweet stashed, rolled his eyes with every judgemental drip that only a 13-year-old could dish out. Despite the attitude, Dolion can't help but ruffle his son's hair fondly at how adorable he looks in his 3-piece suit and bow tie. Penguins envy his son.

Although the Baroness' letter served as an invitation to tonight's party, Dolion knew that she would accept nothing but his and his son's presence, or else the next few days would be very difficult for the good Captain.

So the two went on an impromptu shopping trip (wasn't it nice that he received a fat bonus alongside his usual salary the day after the letter came. Hah), bought the appropriate pieces to adhere to a noble's dress code, treat themselves with the remaining amount and now here they are, in one of the many ballrooms in Castin and Celica's mansion, surrounded by friends and families.

And strangely, no one that the Baroness could use as pawns for some political game. Suspicious.

Merriment swept the floor when Dolion and Silas arrived, not too early and not too late that would incite the Baroness' displeasure. Music played by a live band itched feet to the dance floor. Delectables of the Intacian and Imperial kinds laden tables, and kids and their parents from the army are having fun.

Already, Dolion knew this highly informal party was meant to serve a hidden purpose. So he blends in with the wall, watching the crowd with distrustful eyes. He can see the twins - Dain and Deidre - playing with Xavier, the one and only Crown Prince of Intacia.

"Dad. Dad," Silas pipes up, tugging on his coat. Wait, how long has he been pretending to be a statue? "Can I go hang out with Dain? I'm bored."

"Sure, kiddo. Oh! Grab us some plates later while you're at it. Might as well have dinner while we're here. Goddess knows how long Her Most Exalted Grace want us here."

As if ordained by divine graces, or maybe the world just hates Dolion, Celica Anesidora takes the floor in all her red and gold velvet glory - because of course she would be. The music hushed into silence, and conversations stopped. Even the children are fixated on her. Maybe because the gems on her are too shiny.

"Welcome, honoured guests! For those who terribly wonder why this party is happening —" Here, the Baroness paused, and Dolion could've sworn that she was looking at him. What an annoying, infuriating— "—let me assure you that tonight is merely a simple gathering for cherished friends and families alike. Castin and I want this night to be for every single person here. So please, help yourself to some food, rest in any of the guest rooms if so wish and most importantly, enjoy yourself!"

The crowd roared. The crowd cheered. The adults were buzzing with excitement, and the kids were eager to explore the grounds.

But Dolion knew that the Baroness wasn't done yet. No, no - he's waiting for grand reveal.

With her arms spread and her smile curled into a smirk - goosebumps ran down Dolion's back - Celica announced, "But before that, let us officially begin with a dance! Would the young Lady Nisha and young Sir Silas lead us?"

And there it is.

Beside him, fear immediately clutched onto his son for the boy hurried to press close to Dolion when all eyes on him. The Captain expected a lot but the fact that the Baroness fucking dares to rope his son - his reason to live - into her schemes goes too far!

"Dad, I-I..."

"You don't have to if you don't want it," Dolion assures him, gripping his shoulder in comfort. "I'll handle this."

Let Castin give him an earful for what he's about to do. Let their men witness how aggressive his steps are.

Celica smirks remain even when Dolion is inches away from her. And when did Castin appear beside his wife? Whatever. He doesn't care that everybody's watching. That he's not hestiating to commit insubordination. No one messes with his son.

"I don't know what you're planning, Baroness, but you've crossed a line." Dolion hisses. "If you think I would be thanking you for whatever it is you're planning, then your head is too far up your ass."

Completely unbothered by his crude words, Celica tuts. "Oh, you'll be thanking me, Dolion. No doubt about that. But for now, why don't you just enjoyed the show?"

"What the hell are you talking - "

"Uncle Dolion?"

Dolion immediately stops. Taking the empty space on the Baroness' left are Nisha and Rex. The father-daughter duo looks right at home at the party. The little girl, with her silver hair and grey eyes, is a spitting image of Rex.

"Kid. Is the Baroness forcing you to dance?"

The little girl shakes her head. "No, uncle. I don't mind, actually. I've been practising with father over these past few days. Silas said he's been practising too. It would make my night if everyone sees how I'm the better dancer between us."

"In your dreams, Nisha! You're always clumsy whenever you wear new shoes and I know for a fact that you bought those stupid heels just for this party!"

Wait.

"I won't! You're just being stupid again, Silas!" The girl bristles, her face reddening with embarrassment. "I'll show you. I won't step on your foot even once!"

Is this -

"Oh yeah? Prove it!"

"Fine, I will!"

The Baroness snap her fingers, and the music resumes. The crowd parted ways so the two preteens could have the stage all for themselves. And it didn't take long for his son and Rex's daughter to orbit each other, carefully sway while watching their feet and arguing under their breath.

Huh.

Dolion knew that Silas and Nisha have proclaim to everyone within hearing distance that they are bitter enemies is everything and anything but looking at them now...

"I thought you were sick of playing matchmaker?" Dolion asks as everyone entertain themselves, leaving him and the Baroness and Commander to converse in peace.

"I know, right!" Castin beam. Ah, no wonder he didn't throw the first punch. It makes sense that he knew what his wife was planning. "The twins couldn't stop sharing with us about the two."

"And y'all plan a whole ass ball for it. Seriously?"

"Don't be daft, Dolion, Well, try not to be more than usual. I never need a reason to throw a party. Your son and Rex's daughter - why, I'm merely nudging fate along."

"As long as you're not using him. Rex! You cool with me being your in-law?"

"As long as Nisha doesn't pick up anymore of your bad habits..."

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Sheriff!Jim Bickerman x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

I did it!! Oh my God, I love it so much XD

Plot: Sheriff Jim is called to break up a party you're at and finds a guy trying to heavily pressure you into drinking (when Jim knows you don't really like it- you only drink a little when you're with him cuz you feel safe) and threatens the guy with his gun of course. His career may change but his willingness to threaten people with firearms does not.

Warnings: Peer pressure, sexual references, inappropriate age difference (25/66).

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.

When the sound of sirens started blaring out on the lawn and some guy yelled out 'COPS', you felt your eyes widen. Oh no.

You've only got one police station in town and the Sheriff is now-

Shit! Quickly you throw your legs off the couch and get to your feet, rushing through the gaggle of people also trying to get out before 'Officer Bickerman' got in the building and started arresting people. Honestly, everyone knew the irony of that man arresting others-- but when a man has a badge and a gun you aren't really in any position to argue with him.

You in particular have added incentive to get away, though. You don't want people to know your actual relationship with Jim- and, neither does he, now that he's sheriff, but you just have a feeling if you're seen together in public (in any capacity), it will get out. You don't know how, maybe you're paranoid, but you don't want to risk it.

So you get to the back door and slip out, barely noticing you're being followed by a guy you were talking to (well, trying not to talk to) during the party until you took a breath of fresh air and managed to relax; out of the house, now.

"Hey, Y/N wait up!"

Oh, fuck.

"Owen, I think I'm gonna head home."

"Okay well, here. I managed to grab your drink before crazy old Jimmy Bickerman got in there." You turn around on the back deck, looking uncomfortable at the sight of the red cup. Owen got it for you about 2 hours ago, some rum and coke mixture (more rum then coke you're guessing) and you've been subtly ignoring it. Haven't taken a sip. It's not that you think Owen will drug you or anything, it's just that... you don't really drink. The only times you do drink a tiny bit is when you're with Jim, because you feel safe. And you already told him that-- he just disregarded it. Said it's okay, you're with friends, and it'll just help you have fun! You told him you were already having fun, but he didn't catch the hint. Or refused to.

While other party-goers stream out the door after the two of you, around you and into the woods behind the house, you politely shake your head. "No thanks, Owen. It's all yours if you want it." Hopefully he hears the tone of finality in your voice.

You do not want that damn drink!

"C'mon- I wanna see you drink it." He goes on playfully, approaching you close and raising the cup to your face. Theirs an annoying smirk on his lips and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears is loud and hot. "Show me you're not a goody-goody, Y/N- "

"No, Owen, I said I don't like- "

"C'moooooon- "

"Hey." The bark of a greeting makes you jump, eyes round peering past Owen's broad shoulder to see Jim at the back door. And he's got that dark pissed-off look in his eye- and a gun in his hand.

Oh shit.

A few more people disappear into the woods as Owen quickly chucks the fucking drink over the railing and shrugs, holding up his hands on either side of his head like he got caught with cocaine or something. Most everyone else is gone from the party now, scattered into the woods and their cars and disappeared. "Sir! I wasn't- we weren't- "

"Nah, I know y'all, weren't." Emphasis on the 'y'all'. Theirs a very dangerous look in Jim's eye as it flickers momentarily from Owen to you, and ordinarily, you'd try your best to calm him down- tug his arm, tell him its okay, you're fine; but Owen's right there, and... you can't. So you just stand there, silent, partly relieved Jim is here, though. ... then the barrel of a gun ends up in the skin of Owen's throat. "How aboutcha don't force a little girl to somethin' she don't wanna do, huh?"

Your lips part immediately- to say what?? You don't know. Maybe a defence against that 'little girl' comment, but the words die in your throat seeing the dead serious, borderline unstable look in Jim's eye again. Maybe not now.

Then an inexplicable smirk grows across Owen's face. It's obnoxious, and you're afraid for him seeing it. Owen!! Owen stop that! He will shoot you- "Little girl?" He chuckles dryly, shaking his head and lowering his arms.

"Mhm... "

"So she's too young to drink a little with me but you can fuck her, Sheriff?"

... I m m e d i a t e l y your heart plummets. You must look horrified, too, your face falling. "What???"

"C'mon, Y/N," Owen nudges your arm, before you step back away from him; face hot as coals. "Everyone knows."

"... i- i- but I've never- " Voice quiet as a mouse, hollow and filled with shame, you try to stand up for yourself but can't get the words out. You're full of guilt and shame and you feel worse because you know you shouldn't be. You and Jim have never fucked- you aren't ready for that. You're twenty five. He's over sixty. You've fooled around but that's i t, but even if you had done it then you shouldn't feel a s h a m e d like Owen is making you feel right now.

A clicking sound alerts you that Jim still has a shot gun tucked under Owen's chin and now it's ready to blow. Your head snaps his way at the sound, eyes wider then ever. And he looks more unstable then ever, the blue in his eye a few shades darker and his jaw set tight in a deep scowl. The barrel of the gun presses in deeper to Owen's skin, and a look of nervousness breaks the cockiness in his face. "Watch your mouth, boy... " Jim looks like he's two seconds from either shooting Owen, or just going ahead and cracking him over the head with it.

Owen raises his arms again. "L-look, sir, I'm sorry. M-maybe I was wrong, I dunno man- its a rumour- " There's a rumour going around about this??? You don't say anything, just stand there with your eyes on the ground thinking about this, shocked and horrified. No-

"Maybe you were." The gun barrel presses even further, making the indentation in Owen's neck even deeper.

"... p- please don't shoot me, Officer." Owen begs, pathetic.

A growl escapes Jim, sounding like it's coming directly from his chest, and he looks like he's just mad enough to pull the trigger on this guy. You look up to see his finger tense. You have to say something.

"Sheriff."

"-hm?" As soon as he hears the tone in your voice Jim snaps out of his pissed off trance and turns his head to look at you, eyes clearing up quickly though the tone in his voice remains gruff. After a moment he looks slowly back to Owen, and lowers the gun thank god- "get outta here."

With that Owen backs up, trips, turns around and scatters. You release a relieved breath, shoulders actually dropping heavily. Still, though, there's a weighty, cold stone-like feeling in the pit of your stomach thinking about what Owen said. You hope to god this is not really a Thing people are talking about- you couldn't handle it right now. "Oh fuck."

"Oh fuck is right, sweetheart." Everyone in the house is long gone by now, sans anyone unconscious (which you should go check on soon), so Jim relaxes; tucking the gun back into the holder on his belt. When he sees the crestfallen on look on you face, his own expression drops and he immediately goes to say something. Starting with- "Hang on, there- "

But you're too far gone, overthinking. "I- I had no idea that... that people were saying that... Did someone see us?? I thought we were careful!... " You're mostly talking to yourself, searching nervously for answers with your eyes still downcast and your arms crossed uncomfortably. "I didn't tell anyone, and I don't think you told anyone, so- "

"Y/N,"

"- So how did Owen know?? Oh god what if he heard me on the phone?- " Could you have used Jim's name on a call?? You don't remember doing that, but maybe...-

"Peach,"

"I'm so sorry," Finally you lift your eyes, meeting Jim's filled with embarrassment and guilt inside your own. You start to try and memorise him, because you really liked him- how could you have fucked it up so badly?? "I'm so so sorry! Fuck- I messed it up. It's my fault. I should have been more careful. I'll just go home, and- "

"Sweetheart! Damn, fuck- calm down a notch, huh?" An amused smirk flickers at the corners of his mouth, raising his hand and his hook as if in surrender, as if to calm a dangerous wild animal. "And- who says you fucked up anything??" There's a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye and it gives you pause.

Shoulders dropping, you look at him all-confused; Lost. "... huh?" You peep, dumbfounded.

Scratching his beard, Jim gives a smug half-shrug. "Sweet thing I'm the Sheriff in this town, and there are some pretty sweet benefits to the job. I'll figure this out. I'll make it go away, promise."

... that does make sense. There's a myriad of things he can do to bury this- and as far as you know, it may only be Owen who even thinks it. Slowly your heartbeat slows down from its erratic panic a moment ago, thinking. "... oh."

"Yeah, oh." He grins broadly, looking at you like you're just the fucken sweetest little thing. Then he shrugs again, wiping under his nose quickly with one finger. "'Sides, I dunno about you-- but I'd be perfectly okay with people knowin'. Cuz hey look, we're both adults... " Here he steps forward, thinking he's some kind of smooth, and draws you in against him. "Eh?" Still after months of this you have to curb a gasp, breathing in deeply and suddenly through your nose, your skin heating up at the contact. "One of us a teeeeeeny tiny bit older, sure, but... still grown-ass adults!" He winks. "And I'd just love to brag at the pub that I got you, you know?"

Finally you crack a smile, a slow one that grows warmer and lights up your whole face. "Yeah, I know." You roll your eyes, though admittedly flustered. The gross old man would just love to tell everyone within earshot he bagged a 25 year old. But-

"-but you're worried about the consequences, I know." His one eye rolls upwards, exasperated but putting up with it. Like, *huff* fine. Not what I woulda picked but fine!~ "S' don't worry, I got this for ya, button. Now- " The cheeky grin is back, and the mischievous twinkle. "How about a little sugar for your old man huh?"

You jump and lean back quickly, covering your mouth when he leans in for a kiss; letting out an 'eep' sound. "Oy! But someone might see!!"

Jim gives a 'pshh' sound back, blowing it off. "I scared everyone off already."

"You're not that scary." Scary when he's mad, like before with Owen- yes. But otherwise, Scary is not exactly a word you personally would really use to describe Him. Intimidating maybe... but goofy money-hungry Jimmy Bickerman is no Jason. Or Michael. Or-

"... sweetheart, I should show you how scary I am." -Fuck!, you think, staring with wide eyes.

That's hot-

"... hm." Keeping your hands over your mouth still, you switch to give a half-sneaky look of your own; looking upwards, thoughtful. "... kinda curious about that... " A smirk curls at the corners of your lips, which Jim can see as you lower your hands a little bit. "Care to prove it?"

"Care to turn around and face the wall there, Y/N?"

That makes you laugh, your face hot from the implications. Tension slips free of your body as you move to cover your whole face, this time, with Jim watching your adorable reaction carefully; drinking it up. "Noooooo... "

"-Hm, also," You hear him sniff, and look up to him again to see a serious look on his face. "Do I smell pot, here??"

Pausing, you smell the air too. Yes, it is, but why does he care all of a sudden?? What? This is abrupt. "Um, probably?"

"... hm."

"What is it?"

"Last time I checked," Peering down, you see Jim put his hand around your upper arm; giving you space suddenly. Being oddly... professional? In uniform??- "Thats illegal, ain't it doll?"

... "Yes." Something about his very serious responce to this makes you... actually, mildly nervous. "I didn't have any, though- "

"Really?" He frowns, stern. "Think I'm gonna haveta take you in for testing, still. Be sure."

"-What!?" You blurt, eyes wide and horrified. He knows you wouldn't get high!-

"And, actually," Tapping his chin thoughtfully with his hook, Jim looks serious and frowns a little deeper. "I'm pretty sure just being around people gettin' high is some kinda crime. By extension, or somethin'. You're a lil accessory, huh?"

"Hold on- Jim- "

When he guides you forward til you're back against the wall, and a smirk finally slithers across his mouth, you know he was joking - proving he's fucken scary, which you get now, - and give a groan; an annoyingly broad grin on your face. Oh come on, now-

"As much as I'd loveta take good and thorough advantage of this and arrest your pretty little ass, sweetheart, imma let ya go. Ain't I nice?"

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Make a Move; Treech

pairing - Treech x fem!reader summary - Growing up, you were always attracted to Treech, but you never did anything about it. The doubts and friendship always seemed to get in the way. words - 1.81 k warning - fluff! note - OMG, it’s been so long since I’ve uploaded on here and im so sorry. I experienced a lil bit of writers block, but I have a couple of idea so hopefully I will write more! I also surprisingly love this one-shot, so lemme know if you like it as well!! request more things, you guys come up with better ideas than I do. oh and lamina request coming soon!

You believed you had made it pretty obvious. From the moment you met him in the woods, he was the only one you paid attention to. Others were freaked out by the fact he never left your eyesight—but you didn’t care.

Every time he would speak to you or even look in your direction, you would immediately freeze up. His simple observations of the things you would do made you go crazy.

The adults called it a little crush, but you knew it was more than that—you wanted it to be more than that. Unfortunately, you believed he could only ever view you as the clingy girl he met at a young age. He never did anything to show you there was a mutual liking.

In your childhood, you wouldn’t consider yourselves close. You were in the same friend group, yes, but he liked to play around with the boys while you climbed the trees and sat admiring him from the branches and gossiping with your best friend, Lamina. Whenever you were together, it was often silent—mainly because you were extremely nervous around him.

Sure, you’ve found other boys cute over the years—many who seemed to like you—but they could never compare to Treech. They weren’t caring or natural gentlemen. They didn’t make sure you were comfortable at all times. Treech did. You knew he was the one for you; no one could tell you otherwise.

As you both matured, the crush matured as well. The childish pining after him turned into hanging out and enjoying the time spent with him. On some days, you felt as if your feelings were reciprocated—the flirting and kind gestures. However, on other days, not so much—calling you his best friend and acting like that is all you ever would be. Still, you waited for him to make a move, refusing to do it yourself.

On this particular day, Treech decided to take you out on what you wished to be a date. As Treech knocked on your door, excitement and anticipation bubbled within you. He pulled you out of the house, and together, you ventured deeper into the familiar forest. The air was charged with a mix of playful energy and underlying emotions, creating a sense of unspoken tension.

Engaging in your usual antics, you both ran around, played games, and chased each other through the woods. As you both ran through the trees to your favorite spot, a playful banter ensued.

“Remember that time we got lost here as kids?” Treech chuckled, referring to the lake deep in the forest.

“Yeah, and you thought it was the best adventure ever,” you replied, the memories of your childhood escapades making the present moment even more special.

The day continued with laughter and shared stories. At times, Treech’s actions seemed to carry a different weight—a subtle shift that didn’t go unnoticed.

As you both lay on a blanket, a comfortable silence settled over the scene. The lake stretched out before you, its calm waters reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Yet, amidst the tranquility, your gaze kept drifting toward Treech.

He stared thoughtfully at the lake, his eyes reflecting a distant contemplation. The playfulness that had marked the earlier part of the day seemed to have faded into a more introspective mood. You couldn’t help but watch him, wondering what thoughts occupied his mind.

His profile was outlined against the serene backdrop, which held a certain mystery. You found yourself caught in the details—the way his eyes focused on the ripples of the water, the subtle furrow on his brow, the way his fingers absentmindedly traced the pattern on the blanket. There was an undeniable charm in those quiet moments.

But alongside the enchantment, a nagging doubt crept in. Why, despite the laughter and the special moments you shared, did Treech act like your connection was nothing more than a friendship? You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something unsaid—a puzzle piece missing from the picture you painted together.

As he continued to gaze at the lake, you couldn’t resist sneaking glances at his face, searching for clues. Was it something you did or said? Was there a reason he hesitated to show his feelings? What do you have to do for him to give the two of you a try? The unspoken question lingered in the air, and a sense of longing grew within you, wishing for clarity that seemed just out of reach.

The sun soon began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the lake. The water rippled gently, reflecting the changing hues of the sky. It had been quiet for a while; the forest around you seemed to hush its usual sounds, as if respecting the sacredness of the moment.

Breaking the tranquil silence, Treech turned to you, his eyes reflecting a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. “You know, being here with you today has made me realize something.”

Your heart quickened, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. “What is it?” you asked, your voice soft.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locked with yours. “I’ve known you for so long, and I’ve finally come to terms that my feelings for you go beyond friendship. I really like you, more than just a friend.”

A wave of emotions swept over you—surprise, joy, and a sense of relief. The tension that had lingered throughout the day suddenly made sense. You tried to play it cool, but inside you were panicking. This was the moment you had waited for all your life.

Treech continued, “I didn’t want to risk our friendship, but I couldn’t hold this back any longer. You mean a lot to me, and I needed you to know.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Treech, I’ve been feeling the same way since we were children.” The words hung in the air, affirming a connection that had silently blossomed over the years. He looked at you with shock written all over his face—as if he hadn’t expected you to return the feelings.

“Do you know how many nights I spent debating whether I should knock on your door? To let you know, I wanted more. To call you mine?” You asked, letting out all your thoughts and feelings that had accumulated over the years.

The shocked look on his face stayed the same as he opened his mouth to speak. “What? I had absolutely no idea you liked me.”

A playful glint sparkled in your eyes as you responded to Treech’s shock. “Honestly, I thought I made it pretty obvious. I mean, everyone knew. I practically walked around with a sign saying, ‘I like trees.' Did you not notice?”

His expression shifted from shock to a mix of surprise and realization. “No! Everyone knows?”

You chuckled, “Yes! Come on! I was always freezing up whenever you spoke to me, or did you think that was just my thing? And the constant admiration from the tree branches? I practically lived up there just to have a better view of you.”

His surprise morphed into a sheepish grin upon hearing everything you did for his attention. “I guess I was a bit oblivious. I thought you were just being your usual self.”

You playfully nudged him. “My ‘usual self’ was practically shouting my feelings for you. I even climbed trees just to impress you.”

He laughed, the tension disappearing with each shared moment of understanding. “Well, I guess I was too caught up in wanting to look cool in front of you to notice.”

You grinned, appreciating his honesty. “I always thought you were cool.”

Treech’s expression softened, and he nudged you playfully. “Guess I missed out on a lot by not realizing it sooner.”

“I’m glad you made the first move. God knows I wasn’t ever going to tell you.” You confessed, the honesty flowing effortlessly now that the truth was out. As the two of you moved closer to each other, the nervousness that had once lingered vanished in the newfound comfort of honesty.

“Why is that? Why did you hide it for so long?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity in his eyes.

A thoughtful smile played on your lips. “It might seem kind of lame, but I thought it was better to keep it a secret rather than knowing if you felt the same or not.”

Treech’s gaze held a warmth that mirrored the moonlit night. “You know, I was scared too. Scared that if I admitted my feelings, things would change between us.”

You nodded, understanding his perspective completely. The admission echoed your own fears—you would’ve continued to hide your feelings if it were to preserve the friendship. “It’s funny how we both held back because we cared too much. But now that everything’s out in the open, it feels right, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled with a reassuring tone in his voice. “More than right.” He reached for your hand, a silent affirmation of the newfound closeness. “I’m excited to see where this takes us,” he admitted, his gaze filled with anticipation.

You squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of a shared journey ahead. “Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

The moon continued to illuminate the lake, its reflection rippling with the promise of a future filled with love and honesty. The night, now a canvas painted with shared confessions, marked the beginning of the rest of your life.

As you both gazed up at the stars, a new, comfortable silence settled between you. No longer burdened by unspoken feelings, the air was light, and every shared glance spoke volumes.

A warmth enveloped you both as you leaned against him, the world around you fading away. In the quietude, your hearts beat in unison, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.

You both felt the magic of the moment—the beginning of a love story that was hidden in the innocence of childhood. This was a night to remember, a night where everything fell into place.

The two of you were destined to be—just as you knew when you were children. Everything you did as a child was worth it—the pinning after him, getting closer to him despite the intense nerves you got. The childhood crush, the silent admiration, the nervous moments that turned into laughter, and the patient waiting for him to make a move—all of it led to this beautiful moment. It was all worth it in the end; you had him.

“It’s always gonna be you.”

[forasgaard]

Hey uh I hope you had a good day today, I’ve never asked but uh can you maybe write about neteyam and fem!reader that grew up with the sullys but never talked or connected to neteyam(if that makes sense) and one day neteyam befriends a girl and the reader becomes jealous because she also wants to be friends with neteyam but doesn’t know how to? Please make it angst with a fluffy happy ending(hope this didn’t sound confusing) thanks <3

So close, but so far away.

warnings: fluff, avatar!reader words: 1.182

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We've been growing up in the forests of Pandora. Me and my brother Spider were humans, raised my the RDA people. But we were close to the Sully family. My best friend was Kiri. We did everything together, and my brother Spider always joined us.

He had a secretive crush on Kiri, I always teased him about that but he never admitted. Everyday since 16 years, we left in the morning, ran into the forest and came back late. We spend all our free time with the Na'vi and we kinda were part of the Sully family now. The kids loved us, Jake liked us because we shared a human connection to him.

Often, we reminded him of old songs and kept him updated about the happenings on earth. And Neytiri... Well, she tolerated us. She never really liked us, we were vermin to her. But she never scared us away, she knew how much we meant to her kids.

With the age of 14, we got our own Avatar bodies. It was amazing. Suddenly were the same height as them and we could finally keep up when we were running though the trees. We were the closest friends. Spider, Kiri, Lo'ak, Tuk and me.

Neteyam, the oldest Sully kid, rarely joined us. He always went on duty and training with his dad. He was meant to become the next Clan leader, so he had to learn a lot. But even when he joined our adventures, I never really connected with him. We had only spoken like five words or so.

He was the oldest and with that kinda out of my reach. I never really cared about him.

But somehow, in the last few months, I found him more interesting. I wanted to talk to him, but he had never time or just said a few simple words. I wanted to be friends with him, just like I was with Lo'ak. I wanted to get to know him. So I tried to be more in his presence, I sat next to him at the meals and asked him something about the training. But he always seemed distracted.

One afternoon, I saw him going into the village alone. It was my chance to talk to him. I followed him to the river right behind the rocks, that were like a natural border to the village. The last tents and huts were located here and most people that lived here, were fishermen. Neteyam sat at the river bank, his legs crossed.

I sneaked under a massive root, tried not to startle him. I opened my mouth to greet him, but a movement let me stop. The ferns on our right side moved and a Na'vi girl came out into the light. Neteyam jumped on his feet, a smile on his face. The girl grinned and they hugged, like old friends.

I ducked behind the bushes and furrowed my eyebrows. Who was that girl? She was pretty, her black hair was braided into tiny braids that were tucked back on her head. She wore beautiful jewellery and a feather necklace around her neck.

They behaved like best friends, Neteyam laughed about something the girl said. I felt a small stitch in my chest. How could she be friends with him? I wanted to be friends with him. How did this happen, he saw me everyday not her.

I closed my eyes, wanted to leave, when the wind turned. I could hear them talking.

"... with Y/N?"

Me? I looked up. Why were they talking about me?

Neteyam shrugged and huffed, like she made a joke.

"Nothing. I tried to talk to her yesterday, but Lo'ak messed it up and interrupted me."

The girl laughed. "Typical."

"And I don't even know what to talk to her", he said.

I hesitated, I didn't want to eavesdrop, but they talked about me. And was that right - he wanted to talk to me?

"Well you know her basically your whole life, I thought she was something like part of your family.", the girl said.

"Something like that, I don't know." Neteyam rubbed his arm with one of his hand. He seemed confused and lost. What the hell was happening here?

"Why don't you talk with Kiri about it?"

Neteyam laughed. "Kiri is her best friend! She would tell her!"

"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad", she teased him. His eyes went up to hers, anger was in his face.

"Cousin!", he hissed. "One word and I will kill you!"

He chuckled and raised both hands. "Nete! You should tell her what you feel! Just tell your Yawnetu (loved one)"

He wanted to hit her at the head but she ducked away.

I thought I didn't hear right. Cousin!? Yawnetu. What? My head was spinning and I felt dizzy. Did he had a crush on me!? He didn't even know me.

"I don't even really know her.", Neteyam murmured. The girl rolled her eyes. "Nete, you're always so clever but with girls you're really..." She shook her head and chuckled."Just talk to her!"

"About what?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, anything. Just get to know her. And maybe she will like you as well." He looked to her, hope shimmered in his eyes. "You think?"

"I don't know a single person, who doesn't like you, Cousin."

He smiled, slightly embarrassed. "I could ask her about the humans. You know, I always wa to to see their new base. Dad wanted to show me but he always forgets. Maybe Y/N can show me around." He shrugged.

She smiled a warm smile and put a hand on his shoulder. "That's a good start. I believe in you. You will do great."

"Thank you. Really. I didn't know who else I could talk to if not with you."

"You're welcome."

The girl got up. "I have to go, Mother wanted me to watch over the Skihiltom kids." She rolled her eyes.

Neteyam smirked. "Greet them from me." He also got up and they hugged. "I will", she said. "And you will keep me updated about Y/N, you promise?"

He chuckled. "I will."

"Kìyevame (see you soon)"

"Bye", Neteyam raised his arm for goodbye and left the river.

My head felt dizzy. What did I just saw? He came directly in my direction and it brought me back, out of my thoughts. He mustn't see me!

I startled and got up. Hasty I looked around and hid behind a large tree. My heart beat fast. I heard him walking by, humming a small melody. His feet almost making no noise on the ground. When he was gone, I carefully looked behind the tree.

I could not believe what just happened. He had a crush on me! He wanted to be friends with me!

A smile appeared on my face and a burst of energy rushed through my body. I needed to go back! I jumped onto the pathway and walked light-feeted back to the glade where the Sully family lives.

I didn't notice, I was humming the same melody as Neteyam earlier.