ღMy submission for 25 Tips for Surviving the Holidays Event held by @kvanity-main
ღPairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f)
ღGenre: sci fi au, aliens au, predator au, riddick au, established relationship trope, poly trope
ღWord Count: 1,434
ღWarnings: kissing, slight bdsm with Seonghwa's tail, mentions of Seonghwa potentially laying eggs 😵
ღRated: 18+ MDNI, fluff, suggestive
ღSummary: You decide to hang mistletoe over the door to the captain's quarters and are pleasantly surprised when Seonghwa becomes obsessed with it.
ღDedication: @stardragongalaxy thank you for encouraging me to write this soft piece for myself 💞 thank you @downtoamagicalland for beta-ing, she knows exactly what this piece means to me 😭
ღA/N: this takes place shortly after all the aliens have found a home on the captain's ship. They are new to their lives with each other and are learning. Takes place before Jongho/Yeosang’s chapter and Hwa's egg laying (someday i'll get a timeline posted)
ღNetwork tag: @monsterfvckersunited
ღdivider by @cafekitsune
"What is it?" Seonghwa looked up to the hanging piece of greenery that was above the entryway to the captain's quarters.
You smiled happily and crooked your finger. "Come meet me under it?"
Seonghwa moved cautiously, his eyes glancing up towards the mistletoe and then back to you. "Not trick?"
You shook your head. You couldn't help but find Seonghwa's rudimentary Common Tongue still cute. "It's not a trick Seonghwa, I promise, you'll like it."
Once Seonghwa stood in front of you, still towering above you with his tail swooshing behind him nervously, you explained. “Us humans put mistletoe above the doorway for opportunities or reasons to kiss each other.”
Seonghwa’s eyes zeroed in on you immediately. “Kiss?”
Your smile grew bigger. “Yeah. If two people meet beneath it, they must kiss.”
Seonghwa leaned forward and pecked your lips and you couldn't help but giggle. “See, no trick.”
You were about to step away when Seonghwa’s claws carefully slid through your hair and cupped the back of your head. He deepened the kiss and you sighed into his mouth, happy to oblige. You stood on your tippy-toes and wrapped your arms behind Seonghwa’s neck.
“Get a room!” San called from down the hallway.
“That is her room, you idiot,” Jongho replied.
“Well, get in it then!” San insisted.
“Does he not understand the mistletoe?” Yeosang drawled.
“I do too!--ohhhhhh,” San let out the last word, “Now I get it.”
Seonghwa released you finally, eyes looking up at the mistletoe again. His eyes shone, curious and happy. He sounded out the word “mistletoe” and looked pleased when you informed him his Common Tongue was getting better.
Over the course of the next couple days, the various aliens showed up. Jongho made you squeak as he gruffly pulled you to his chest and kissed you breathless. Mingi stared at the mistletoe like it was going to jump at him but still received his kiss with a happy smile. Wooyoung screeched as he ran down the hallway, only to throw himself around you and give you a throaty kiss that had you dazed for a few minutes after, then cackled and shouted at Hongjoong that he kissed you before him. Hongjoong approached you slowly after, held your face in place with one hand, carefully slotted his lips between yours and then left with a swish of his tail. Yunho was curiously studying the mistletoe, but when his hands moved to touch it, you slapped it, fearful of any allergies or bad reactions. That got you flat on your back, Yunho’s warrior instinct reacting too quickly. He pecked your lips and then helped you up, his ears slightly red. Yeosang let you come to him, kissing the corner of his lips tenderly first and then receiving a proper kiss. He nodded like everything made sense and then went on his merry way. San had a cheeky grin on his face, almost boyish in his approach, but none of that was in his kiss, which was messy and had you wiping your lips afterwards.
But Seonghwa was the one that was enamored with the tradition. He found all manner of reasons to be in front of your room. He had questions about the flight pattern the ship was taking, he stumbled through vocabulary questions, he offered you food to eat, the list went on. But each encounter always ended up with the both of you under the door and Seonghwa waiting for his kiss.
Seonghwa had alternative motives for all the kisses, that perhaps only Hongjoong and Wooyoung would have understood. Seonghwa knew it was a matter of time before he went through the cycle of wanting to lay eggs. His body would prepare for it, especially since his feelings for you seem to soar beyond his heart’s expectations. Seonghwa was connecting with you, had been connecting with you, on a level that was only reserved for mates. So he needed to prepare your body for his needs. His saliva had a genetic code within that adapted bodies to alien’s needs. There had been situations in his ancestor’s pasts where genetic adaptation was either required for survival or for improvement, but this time, it was for his heart’s needs. He wanted you to carry his eggs.
If the result was more reason to kiss his mate, Seonghwa couldn't necessarily complain.
Next place of attack caught you off guard. You were in the cargo bay with a tablet, keeping track of the stock you had, when you heard some bells jingling. You cocked your head to listen better and you heard it again. You were about to turn around to see what manner of mischief the aliens were up now but time was not on your side.
A long tail wrapped itself around you, effectively making you drop your tablet in surprise and trap your arms against your body. It didn't have a distinct tip so you knew it was Seonghwa and not Hongjoong or Wooyoung. There was a surprise hanging above you from his tail, however. Green mistletoe, with bright red berries and some bells.
“Kiss?” Seonghwa wondered behind you.
“Seonghwa!” You couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat.
“Please?” Seonghwa whined. When you nodded, he tilted your head to look back at him and he kissed you. This time, it was almost like he wanted to crawl in your mouth, completely invading and taking control.
When the kiss ended, you were panting. “Hwa,” You murmured. Seonghwa loosened his tail so you could turn into his embrace but still kept it around you, mistletoe jingling merrily above you both still. “We can’t continue to stand out here if you’re going to kiss me like that.”
Seonghwa looked up towards a vent opening and back down to you hopefully. “I don’t think so, mister,” You scolded him. “We will walk to another room. You damn aliens and your vents.”
It was easy to pull Seonghwa into one of the containment cells. Seonghwa had been injured when you first met him on this ship and you had helped nurse him back to health in this room. So Seonghwa somewhat found comfort in this particular room. Since it was the beginning of your history with Seonghwa, it only made sense that you pull the alien into this room.
Seonghwa was on top of you as soon as you laid down on the small bed where once you had nursed him back to health. It was like he was addicted to your lips. The small jingles of the bell on his tail sounded softly as his tail continued to move behind him, a clear indication that he was enjoying his kisses.
“Captain?” Seonghwa wondered between peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck.
“Mmm?” You barely were able to lift your mind from the lust-filled cloud that was your thoughts right now.
“Mate?” Seonghwa asked, having made it to your collarbones now, sucking a love bite.
“That’s what we’re here for, Hwa,” You couldn't help but laugh.
Seonghwa raised his head and shook it, clearly frustrated with his limited vocabulary. He growled and snarled, not out of anger, but in his own language. He shook his hair out of his face and tried again. “My mate?”
One of your hands, that had been previously on the small of his back urging him against you, fluttered up to hold onto his arm. You’re not sure if your heart is beating properly right now. “Are you asking me to be your mate?”
Seonghwa shook his head again, this time a charming crooked smile pulling at his lips. He tapped his heart and then tapped yours with a claw. “Now. Mate.”
You felt tears fill the corner of your eyes. It’s not that you had hoped love would bloom after you had nursed Seonghwa from his injuries when you found him on this crashed ship with the Furyans. But you had fallen for the Alien Queen, who was so fiercely protective of you. The fact that he already felt the tug between your two hearts meant the world to you, despite having anatomically two different hearts.
“You’re right,” You half laughed and half cried, “How silly of me. We’re already mates, aren’t we?”
Seonghwa’s tail jingled merrily over you both once again and you both leaned into a kiss. “Mine,” he snarled against your lips.
You sighed happily, “I’m yours, Seonghwa.” You entangled your hands in his hair and deepened the kiss, feeling your heart beat in happiness. Guess it was a good idea to hang mistletoe after all.
ღPairing: Dragon hybrid! Yunho x Bunny Hybrid! reader (f) x Dragon hybrid! Yeosang
ღGenre: fluff, romance
ღAu: hybrid au, strangers to lovers
ღWord Count: 2,041
ღWarnings: mentions of mxm, rumblings of Hops heat beginning, poly semantics
ღRated: 18+ MDNI
ღSummary: when a movie night turns into unforeseen cuddles, San and Seonghwa realize that they may have a bunny heat on their hands, and they entrust Yeosang to bond with Hops, in hopes he can take on that burden while they're unavailable
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ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland my beta babies
With your chin on your knees and your arms wrapped around your legs, you're quite engrossed with the movie playing in front of you. Seonghwa's long, ringed fingers were entangled in your hair, thumb gently rubbing into the back of your long bunny ears. San was on the other side of him, and although Seonghwa isn't doing anything as intimate as he's doing with you, the casual hand resting on San’s thighs is plenty of a statement. On the other side of you was Yunho, long legs laid out before him, chin in chest laying out on the rest of the sectional. It was movie night for the Thunder and your first true time spent with them all. Even the ever-elusive Hongjoong, who you had honestly never even met yet, was behind you in the kitchen; the chair turned around so his chin could rest on the back of the chair.
"Wait, so they're tiny now? But then, why are there other tiny people down there?" Wooyoung demanded, kettle chip on the way up to his mouth.
"Because they're in the quantum realm," Mingi supplied, not looking up from the iPad he was reading.
"You're not even watching!" Yeosang accused.
"We watched it already. Some of us have real jobs to go to," Jongho supplied.
"Just because I didn't go to school and get a degree doesn't mean my work isn't a real job," Yeosang argued.
Smoke began to curl from San’s sneered lips. "How about shutting up for the rest of us that haven't watched it, then?"
"Cool it, San," Seonghwa insisted gently, hand squeezing San’s thigh and spreading ice on the cotton sweats.
You turn around to stare at San, who meets your eyes and then grumbles, "It's fine, Hops. Watch the movie."
The tension in the air relaxed a bit, and you settled down. The dragon hybrids weren't quite used to how flighty your instincts were, especially around arguments and disagreements. It was an adjustment, but they were working on it. With Jongho, as the professional therapist, there to guide them through the mental maelstrom that was usually their loft, they had a much better chance at settling down a bit so that you weren't on edge all the time.
"I'm going to the washroom," Seonghwa whispered into your ear, making you shiver as he kissed the crown of your head.
You were about to scoot over and steal Seonghwa’s warmth and enjoy some San cuddles, but the movie drew you back in, and you never ended up moving. But that slight shiver that Seonghwa had instilled in you hadn't left. Your skin still had goosebumps, and your nipples were pebbles. San scrunched up his nose as your smell went a hair's-width fraction of sweeter than you were before. Yunho’s warmth was closer, so you leaned toward him.
Yunho, extremely aware of you and how close you were, and how good you smelled, sat up as you moved closer. He shot a glance to San, who was looking at Yunho now, watching with studious eyes. Yunho's tree-themed, tattooed arms moved behind you, not to wrap around you but to place a palm hand down and simply lean into you. Your body moved self-consciously towards the warmth, tail whooshing as your hip pressed against Yunho’s side.
San's jaw tightened, dark scales glinting from the tv screen, but he didn't shake his head at Yunho, so Yunho raised his arm behind the couch, along the back of it. Yeosang was now in tune with the new entertainment that wasn't the movie suddenly. You moved once again, sighing as your cheek lay against Yunho’s chest.
Yunho’s neon-orange eyes were wide with questions as Seonghwa took back his seat. His eyes were slit and focused on just how cuddly and comfortable you were with one of the Thunder who was NOT him or San. It was a good sign. Honestly, San had been worried about being absent with his upcoming business trip. And Seonghwa was fairly booked up with clients this coming week as well. But internally, neither of them was ready for you to bond with Yunho.
There wasn't anything actually bad with Yunho. It was simply the fact that Yunho was endowed in a way that…dragonkind believed meant Yunho was fertile. And if anyone, ANYONE, was going to knock you up accidentally, it was Yunho. And they weren't quite prepared for that.
"It was odd, right, the way Hops was acting?" San brought up later that night.
San had deposited you into his bed, where you immediately burrowed into his pillows and blankets and fell soundly asleep. It was his night sleeping with you, but he needed to spare some time with Seonghwa first. Questions needed to be answered.
As the evening progressed, you ended up on Yunho’s lap, a baggy sweater of Seonghwa's pulled over your knees. You were so tiny on Yunho’s lap. It was honestly making Yunho’s head drift to places he probably shouldn't be without a good talk with San and Seonghwa.
Seonghwa's mouth twitched to the side of his cheek in thought, leaning back with both arms on his bed. "She's so communicative about everything. She would have asked you AND Yunho if what she was doing was okay. I don't think she even realized what she was doing--or that she even needed it."
"We're going to have to have that talk, aren't we?" San sighed.
Seonghwa rolled his eyes. "Oh please, like you aren't excited to share her with Yeosang."
San frowned heavily. "I barely want to share her with you. Why would you say that?"
Seonghwa smirked. "Why? Who was pouting that Yunho took Yeosang’s usual spot on the couch?"
San coughed. "That's beside the point. I'm not going to be able to catch Yeosang before I leave for my trip. Do you think you can talk to him? I'll distract Hops while you do."
"Distract, huh?" Seonghwa lifted off the bed and tapped San's chin teasingly.
"Will you or will you not?" San huffed, his stare demanding an answer.
"Fine, I'll tackle asking Yeosang if he would like to be the first to attempt to bond with Hops," Seonghwa agreed. His hand gripped San’s jaw tightly suddenly. "But you're going to have to learn to share better," Seonghwa growled softly. He let his cold nip at San lightly. "Or I'll teach you." San’s tongue came out to play with his lip ring, and that was the end of that conversation. For now.
Yeosang was surprised he was the first one asked, considering that he was the spark to the dynamite that was the fight you experienced a few weeks ago. His brows shot into his fringe, electric green eyes blown out at the idea of being the next one that you might lean on.
"Take her shopping," Seonghwa suggested, "You're the interior designer. Help her buy some stuff that might make this place seem more like her own."
So, with San’s hefty black credit card, you went shopping with Yeosang. There were a few of his favorite stores that he brought you to, having been the one who chose the décor for the Thunder's place to begin with, but also keeping in mind your preference over cute and fluffy things. San had a gentle smile on his face when he told Yeosang that you loved all things soft and warm.
You flitted around the shop upon arrival, in awe of all the new potential accents you could be bringing back to the thunder's loft. You began to touch and contemplate everything, but your energy soon wilted when you saw the price tags. As someone from a communal fluffle, money had to be divided and dispersed, and you didn't have a lot of income yourself as a jeweler on Etsy, so you tended to thrift and reuse old items. Spending this much money on items you could just scrounge up between your place and the Thunder's…
Yeosang was beginning to get worried. He wasn't sure what had drained you of your excitement, but he knew it wasn't right. Your ears were drooping, and if he was reading you correctly, you were sad about something. Anything you had put in the cart in anticipation of building your nest was slowly being put back on the shelf. Had he done something wrong?
"Hops?" Yeosang gently put a hand down on your shoulder as you pulled the blanket you had just put in the cart back on the shelf. "Is everything okay?"
You pasted on a pale smile. "Peachy, why?"
Yeosang tried not to take it personally that you would try to suppress how you felt around him, but this whole trip was for you to bond with him, so perhaps he had not earned that right. Still, he felt responsible since you had neither Seonghwa nor San to lean on in this clearly vulnerable moment.
“Hops,” Yeosang said, giving you direct eye contact. “How are we supposed to shop for your nest if you keep putting everything back?”
Your ears dropped some more. “Everything is so expensive.”
Yeosang sighed, pulling out his wallet. “Hops, we have San’s black card. We’re good.”
“B-but!” You stuttered, “It’s just a throw blanket. That costs more than my weekly income from my jewelry shop.”
Yeosang lifted an eyebrow at you, challenging you. “If you don’t put it back in the cart, I will.”
You clutched the blanket to your chest tightly. “I don’t want to spend unnecessary money.”
Yeosang tentatively put both of his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. “It’s important to everyone in the Thunder that you have a spot of your own. This is not unnecessary money spent. Not to mention, San’s going to be pretty pissed if I come back, and all you’ve grabbed is a cup from the sales shelf for the bathroom.”
You couldn't help but tear up. You weren’t used to being pampered this way. You knew you were being a bit emotional, and perhaps you should check your calendar to see if it was more hormonal than emotional, but… “Okay, Yeo.”
Yeosang smiled happily and then pressed his lips together so it didn’t encompass his face. He ducked his head in slight embarrassment, a giggle managing to escape his lips. Shit, suddenly, he understood San and Seonghwa’s pull to you. Everything inside of him wanted to tuck you in his room and protect you like you were a horde to keep away from everyone else.
The remainder of the trip was a lot smoother. You strolled, visibly more relaxed, with Yeosang pushing the cart. He would make soft comments and point out objects that he thought would meld well with the thunder’s loft but also matched what you would want. Everything you picked up, you held up for Yeosang for inspection. He would touch it or tell you something about it, and then it would go in the cart.
When you found a chair cushion that you simply wanted to settle into immediately to snuggle with San or Seonghwa, or both, you spun around to ask Yeosang if there was room in the cart but found yourself the subject of Yeosang’s warm gaze.
“What are you smiling at?” You asked even though you were pretty sure what was going on.
“You’re cute,” Yeosang admitted.
You felt your cheeks and neck heat up at the comment. Was Yeosang… flirting with you?
“Your tail keeps wagging under Sannie’s jacket, Hops. You’re beyond adorable,” Yeosang pressed. He brushed past you to grab the chair cushion, and it topped off the cart quite comedically.
“D-don’t look at my tail,” You scolded Yeosang. You couldn't help but bring your arms behind your back and try to pull down San’s letterman jacket further over your tailbone and butt.
Yeosang chuckled, a noise that only a man made when he was quite pleased with himself. “Okay, Hops.”
Perhaps you needed to speak to Seonghwa about the sharing he mentioned between his Thunder. This slight tug that you felt towards Yeosang, the need to bury your hands in his long hair and pull… this was more than just a friendly trip. You wanted Yeosang. You wanted to… yeah. It was definitely time to talk to San and Seonghwa.
🐋Submission for @thelargefrye Starseed Jam event!
🐋Pairing: Water Bender! Choi San x The Avatar! Kim Hongjoong x Water Bender! Reader (f) x Water Tribe Warrior! Jeong Yunho x ot8 poly
🐋Genre: established relationship, s2l, poly, fantasy au, avatar: the last air bender au
🐋Word Count: 8,674
🐋Warnings: mentions of sex, Yunho's cock, potential poly moments but no actual descriptions of sex, fighting, blood, death
🐋Rated: 18+ MDNI, this is simply romantic angst with world building and character development I cut the smut 😬 rip yunsanjoong foursome with dream
🐋Summary: Song of Fourteen Years au~ What if y/n was born in the water kingdom instead~
🐋Dedication: @downtoamagicalland, my lovely beta and for Smalls also, for helping me bounce off my out-of-the-box ideas on her. It was lovely exploring your universe <3
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"You two shouldn't be doing this," Yunho said, his tone very disapproving.
"Shut it, Yunho," San said through gritted teeth, "I need to concentrate."
"More smoother, San," You encouraged him, "look how my hands are moving. The curves need to be like the flow of water."
San's eyes narrowed, studying your fingers and the way they seemed to be both strong and delicate at the same time. His fingers were not built like that. No wonder you had it so easy as a Water Bender.
Yunho checked his fishing line and then went back to sharpening his spear. "I'm serious! If the elders catch you playing with water…"
You moved a water bubble stealthily over Yunho's head. You were just about ready to release it over the water tribe warrior’s head when San shouted in victory. "I did it!"
Your head whipped back to San to catch his victorious smile before your water bubble dropped on San’s poor head. "Hey!" He shouted at you, a pout pulling his lips downwards. Without another word, he launched himself at you, tackling you to the ground.
"San!" You laughed as he play-wrestled with you, "Stop!"
San giggled as he managed to pin you to the ice. "You may be better than me at water bending but I can still beat you at an old fashioned fight."
The air moved over your head and Yunho's spear tapped San's chin. "Forget about someone?"
San raised his hands off of you, as Yunho's spear followed the movement of San's head as he straddled your body. "Of course I didn't forget about you, Yuyu."
"Was that water meant for me?" Yunho muttered to you instead.
You laughed nervously. "What are you talking about, Yuyu?"
Yunho sighed. "I really can't win with the two of you, can I? You'll always outvote me."
San stood up and offered you help up with a hand. When you took it, San yanked you tight to his body. You yelped and the heat only barely simmered beneath San's gaze. "Yunho's tent will be empty with the others out on the boats for fishing."
"San!" You scolded him, "if we get caught in Yunho's tents again, they're going to scold us! Besides, you know they don’t approve of--"
Yunho covered your mouth with his large hand and plopped his chin on your shoulder. "She never knows when to shut up, does she?"
San cocked his head flirtatiously. "See Yuyu, you're not outvoted. Sometimes we can be on the same side."
Your protests remained muffled as your eyebrows furrowed. There was still more training to do! You only had time when most of the village was out gathering! You--
A large shadow flew over the three of you quickly. Yunho held you even tighter to his chest in worry and San’s head followed the large entity that was creating the shadow. “Was that a gliding buffalo?”
“The fire nation!” Yunho announced.
There were several sharped-bowed ships chugging towards the shore. Yunho let you go so that he could brandish his spear properly. “You two go back to the village and protect the young. I’ll--”
“Yunho!” San protested, “You can’t protect the entire village on your own. That’s a ship probably full of fire nation soldiers. We need to go!”
A rather large boom interrupted your own train of thought. Whatever had been flying through the air had landed on the ice. It was too close to the ocean opening…the scariest noise you could ever hear on the ice--cracking--began to echo.
“We gotta go save them! The ocean will take them!” You shouted and immediately began to run towards the crash.
“Wait!” Yunho attempted to halt you but you could not be deterred. You had lost a brother to the ice once. You weren’t going to let anyone else finish their lives with the same kind of fate.
You skidded to a halt when the ‘flying buffalo’ growled at you, as if it was protecting something. You began to coo at it, like it was an injured otter penguin. “It’s okay big fella, I'm not here to hurt you or your friend. The ice is cracking and we have to get out of here before--”
The last thing you heard was a resounding crack that pierced your hearing before you fell into the cold dark depths of the ocean. You panicked as you fell quickly through the ice but you knew you had to keep the air in your lungs. It felt silly, being a water bender, that you didn’t know anything to truly save yourself. All you had ever done was move tiny amounts of water.
As you descended, you felt the pressure of the depths push on your body and the light above slowly faded. You wondered if perhaps this was what your brother had felt as he had perished when he had fallen through the ice. Perhaps you would meet him in the spirit realm once again.
Just as you could feel black shadows eating at the corners of your vision and your air finally released from your lungs, filling with water, there was a light that seemed to pull you. Was this what it felt like to transition to the spirit world?
You felt gentle hands under your back and legs and you felt like you were being carried. Perhaps it was your brother ushering you into the spirit realm. You smiled, happy to greet your brother once again.
When you were slapped with stinging cold, you quickly realized that you weren’t going to the spirit realm--not yet anyways. Your teeth chattered and you clung harder to the body that held you.
The man glowed with inner power that you had never beheld in your entire life. He seemed ethereal and unreal and you felt yourself falling love at first sight immediately.
Then, like the light failed them, the glow was gone and they collapsed, with you still in their arms. The flying buffalo growled and landed close to where you two had collapsed. Its large tongue came out and wetted you and the man who had saved your life.
"Tiny," the man groaned, "what happened?"
The Buffalo grunted, nudging the man over with his nose. The man opened his eyes and cocked his head curiously. "Uh, hello," he smiled charmingly, "How'd you get there?"
"You--saved--me!" You managed to say between chattering teeth.
"You're the girl who fell through the ice!" The stranger gasped, "I saved you?"
Tiny licked the stranger again and made urgent noises. "Tiny, you're hurt, you can't take us anywhere!"
"M-m-my v-villag-ge," You stuttered.
"Hey! Quickly! This way!" You heard San shout.
"We can't harbor someone who the fire nation is after, San!" Yunho hissed.
The stranger ran toward San and all three men shot straight towards the tented village. As soon as everyone was inside, you whimpered at how you hurt.
"We gotta get her out of her clothes, quickly!" Yunho instructed.
San scooped you from the strangers arms and started removing your wet outer clothes. Yunho discarded his clothes as well. He sent a glare to the stranger. "I'd turn to the wall if I were you."
"Sorry!" The stranger spun on his heel and all that could be seen was his back and the swinging of his hair against his neck. "Hongjoong, by the way. In case you were wondering."
"I wasn't," Yunho deadpanned.
"Yunho!" San scolded his elder, "He saved her. You could be a little bit more respectful?"
Yunho was out of his outer layers quicker than San could undress you. Your fingers were useless against the ties and stays that held all your many layers together so that the cold didn't harm you. Yunho took over to help you undress, fingers gentle and careful. San began to remove his clothing instead.
"How are you completely dry, by the way?" San wondered out loud.
Hongjoong stared at how his skin and clothing were dry. He wasn't at risk like you were but clearly he had dove in after you and saved you. He still didn't have any recollection of that but he had to conclude that's what his body had done at least. "Well," Hongjoong grinned to himself, "I am the Avatar after all."
"Yeah and I'm the princess of the northern tribe," Yunho scoffed.
San pulled off his final inner layer, broad shoulders now completely revealed to the world. "It would explain why he isn't disrobing with us right now, Yunho."
Yunho was momentarily distracted by San's body. His dark eyes went over the lines of San's muscles and collarbones. San smirked. "My eyes are up here, big boy."
Yunho shook his head and didn't even apologize for his empty-headedness right now. "Under the blankets! Don't waste your body heat!"
"You know, I can't prove to you right now, but I saved your friend--"
"--She's not just our friend," Yunho muttered under his breath.
"Not just your--!" Hongjoong whipped around, forgetting his promise to not watch them disrobe. San's back muscles rippled as he scooped you up. You were in a simple slip now, much of your skin revealed as well. Hongjoong’s cheeks heated up but his eyes greedily ate both your body's up.
"That's not yours to gaze upon," Yunho said with a bite to his words.
Hongjoong met Yunho's eyes, and for a moment, they seemed to glow before Hongjoong smiled charmingly. "That's very greedy of you."
San giggled, high pitch and happy. "Don't mind Yunho, he's protective. Yuyu! Come on, I'm not going to be enough!"
The two of them busied themselves with removing all of their clothes and yours, and were firmly under the warm furs of Yunho's tent. Their limbs encircled your waist and shoulders, pressing their hot bodies against yours. Your shivers tore their hearts to shreds but more importantly, you were alive and here.
"This wasn't exactly what I was thinking when I mentioned going to Yunho's tents earlier," San couldn't help but joke.
"San, we have a guest!" Yunho protested. Now that they were in a vulnerable position, he was feeling less angry-heat and more embarrassed-warm.
"Oh please, don't mind me! I'll be like a fly on the wall!" Hongjoong insisted.
"I'm going to throw my spear through him when we finish this," Yunho promised.
You could finally bend your fingers and attempted to scratch at Yunho's chest. "Don't…fight…" You said with a throat raw from vomiting sea water.
Yunho tucked your head under his chin. "Shhh don't speak, dream," He hummed to you, "Just focus on moving your toes as you start to feel them."
"Can't believe you scared me like that," San scolded you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "Next time you try to save someone, maybe try not to become the one needing rescuing?"
"San," You whispered.
"Yes, snowflake of my eye?" San responded in the flowery way he knew you particularly didn't enjoy.
"Shut it."
San laughed and slowly everything started to get better. It got to the point where you could move your toes and fingers. San sat up, wrapping some fur around his shoulders. "Take her against your body and sit up, Yunho. We need to talk to the avatar. If I recall, the fire nation was on his tail."
Hongjoong laughed dryly. "Ah yes about that… sorry to drag you into all of that. But I kinda need some help."
You fit perfectly in Yunho's lap, his legs crossed under your, resting his arms around your body. The blankets covered him from over his head to under your chin, his chin tucked to the crown of your head once again. "What kind of help?" Yunho intoned.
"The fire nation attacked our home. I lost one of my friends while we were fleeing. I'll need help finding him. Yeosang fled as a distraction to the earth kingdom to make sure I had a decent head start while I flew to the water tribes. I have to make sure he's okay!" Hongjoong pleaded.
"Why would you need our help? You're the avatar!" San wondered.
Hongjoong scratched the back of his head bashfully. "I'm not the Avatar yet. I only know how to air bend. I still need to learn how to bend the rest of the elements."
"You want to use them to learn water bending and me to help you rescue your friend then?" Yunho guessed.
Hongjoong made eye contact with you. "I saw you water bending while I was fleeing the fire nation. I know you risked your life for me once but do you think you could help me again?"
"I can help!" San chirped, smiling helpfully at Hongjoong.
"You can't even make water move yet," Yunho's truth rumbled through his chest against your back.
San sent a glare over his shoulder. "It helps when learning with another!"
Hongjoong cocked his head curiously. "You're learning from your…?"
"She's our woman," San announced proudly, "We made her necklace ourselves."
Your hand went to your neck, fingering your tugtupite sky and ocean pendant. San had done the dangerous exploring to find the red mineral while Yunho had done the tedious work of carving a whale in it. "The elders frown upon our union but the necklace shows others that I belong to Yunho and San."
"That's lovely…" Hongjoong said with a sad smile. "Will you help me find Yeosang and complete my training?"
"Yes," You agreed immediately.
"But Dream!" Yunho protested, "You already risked your life for him once! Isn't that enough?"
"Yunho," You said his name with authority and his body wilted against you in submission, "We have to help the Avatar! What are you even saying? Besides, my heart tells me he's a part of our story too."
San grinned impishly, moving his eyebrows knowingly. "Your heart, huh?"
You made a face that told San he should stop while he was ahead. Yunho wouldn't take well to hearing that you and San were interested in Hongjoong. He needed to be dipped into the idea rather than dumped.
"I guess if you and San want to help, I'll have to go with you, to make sure you two don't get in trouble." You could hear the pout in his tone. Yunho knew when he had lost.
"Good, the avatar will stay in Yunho's tents tonight then," San announced with a clap.
Yunho and Hongjoong protested immediately. San grinned wider. He stood up, wrapping the furs around his slim waist. "Guess that settles it then. I'll take you to my tents then."
Somehow, you figured that was San's intentions all along. "Will Tiny be okay by herself out there?" You wondered.
"If you have anything she could drink, I would be grateful," Hongjoong begged.
San quickly began to dress as Hongjoong turned around for courtesy sake. Your eyes took in San's lean thighs and bulging biceps greedily. Your eyes were always greedy for his body. Yunho, almost reading your thoughts because they were similar to his own, tightened his hold on you, making your squeak by vacating your lungs of any air.
San's eyes swung to you, suddenly dressing slower. "Just remember who let you be the warming furs for her next time, Yunho," San said, his voice gravelly and rough with unbridled lust.
"Next time what?" Yunho prompted San.
"Next time we decide who gets to be where," San said, his eyes shaped like a crescent moon in amusement.
You giggled in Yunho's arms. "San! Just help Hongjoong. We'll see you two in the morning."
San finished dressing. "Oh, I'll be back. Just gotta make sure the gliding buffalo is tucked in tightly."
"Flying bison," Hongjoong corrected San as he followed him out the tent flaps.
"Don't flirt with me, Mister avatar, I have two loves of my life," San gasped as if insulted. He sent a wink and then he was gone.
"Dream," Yunho allowed himself to finally be vulnerable, "You could have gotten killed."
"Yunho, we can't be small minded and only think about ourselves!" You protested. You tried to turn around in Yunho's arms but he wouldn't let you.
"I don't care about anyone else. I love you and San. I can't lose you. We fought too hard to be with each other," Yunho insisted.
"Yuyu." This time Yunho did allow you to turn around and pin him against the bed. His brown eyes shiny from unshed tears wouldn't look at you, however. "I'm sorry. Truly. But we're going to help the Avatar. This is important! The fire nation can't win in this regard!"
"I know!" Yunho whined, "I know. I just don't want anyone I love to get hurt in the process."
"How am I supposed to get hurt when I have you protecting me, Yuyu?" You cooed, bopping him on the nose with your fingertip.
"Let me make love to you?" Yunho begged, "Let me make sure every inch of you is warm and safe and mine."
You pecked Yunho's lips sweetly. "San is going to be sulky we started without him."
"San is going to be glowing when he gets back," Yunho grumbled, "He likes him just because I hate him."
"Jeong Yunho!" You gasped, "You did not just say you hate the Avatar!"
Yunho's ears became red and hot. "I'm just saying! He liked that Hongjoong was checking him out earlier!"
"He also liked when you were admiring him too, Yunho. He loves that. But he likes it even better when you do it because he loves you. You're such a jealous boy," You teased.
Yunho locked his arms at the small of your back. "Please, at least ride me. If you move it'll be better for your body. We'll share food with San and Hongjoong and then sleep soundly."
You raised your arms so they rested on his chest. “You want me to take care of you now, my big strong boy?” You teased again.
“Don’t tease me anymore, please,” Yunho pouted, whining but you could feel his cock twitching against you. He liked when you demeaned him, for whatever reason.
You canted your hips against his and he almost moaned, quickly biting down on his lip. “Dream, please, I need you.”
"Okay, okay, don't abuse your poor lips." You pressed yours to his softly, sensually, and he moaned burying his hands into your hair. His fingernails dug into your scalp, looking to hold you in place.
You rode Yunho to completion and took a nap until San announced it was dinner time and that the two of you better get decent or Hongjoong was going to get another free show. That evening the three of you slept in the same tent, because none of you knew when you would again, partaking in the epic tale that was helping the avatar.
The following morning was interesting, to say the least. Yunho did not want to get on Tiny to fly and locate Hongjoong’s friend Yeosang. With a bit of conjuling on San’s end, and a promise that you would not sleep in his tent tonight if you had to make him get on the flying bison, Yunho was convinced to get on and then it was flying time.
You adored the rush of being so high, and San hooted that it was the best time of his life. A week passed, and yet there was no sign of Yeosang. Hongjoong continued to have a hopeful attitude and a bright smile but you could tell that it was starting to wear on him.
One night in particular, when San was snoring after eating and Yunho shared his tent with him, it left you and Hongjoong at the fire. Hongjoong poked at the embers with a stick and you could tell that not being able to find Yeosang was weighing him down mentally.
“We’ll find him, Hongjoong,” You reassured him.
You lifted a hand to put on his leg but wasn’t sure if he would accept the physical comfort or not. Hongjoong smiled but it was stretched and thin. “I know, but I’m worried that it won’t be in time. What if he--”
You decided to put your hand on his knee to cut him off. “My grandfather always had a saying for what if’s. He said they were like tiny fish hooks and if you said too many they’d pull your sanity in too many directions.”
“Your grandfather sounds wise. Sounds like my mentor actually. He used to say to me “Hongjoong, you need to throw those worries in the wind and let them carry it away.”
“I think my grandfather and your mentor would get along very well,” You laughed.
Except the air of nostalgia clung and you worried even more for Hongjoong. Your eyes shot towards Yunho and San’s tent, San’s whimpering escaping the small opening of the tent. Then you focused back on Hongjoong with his shoulders bent inwards. He looked so vulnerable and…alone.
“Hongjoong?”
“Hmm?” He answered you back absentmindedly.
“Do you need someone in your tents tonight?”
Hongjoong’s eyebrows shot upwards in surprise. “What?”
You felt your skin heat up at the implications of your words when you hadn't meant them that way. “I’m sorry--I didn’t mean that--I just--you seem so lonely--and I--”
Hongjoong’s nose scrunched up and he began to laugh. He toppled off the rock that San had lugged over, clenching his stomach and cackling until he was wiping tears from his eyes.
“It wasn’t that funny,” You mumbled under your breath.
Eventually Hongjoong righted himself. “I’m sorry, but I needed that laugh.”
“I’m just going to go to bed,” You grumbled.
“Wait!” Hongjoong used a brush of air to push you towards him rather than let you walk away. “Don’t go.”
You crossed your arms under your breasts. “Why?”
“Won’t your…” Hongjoong struggled with finding a label that applied to San and Yunho and gave up. “...won’t they get upset?” He motioned with his chin towards their tent.
“San and Yunho trust me. If I tell them that I slept in your tents because you needed a friend, then they’ll believe me,” You replied honestly.
“And if I need more than a friend?” Hongjoong wondered, glancing at you through his eyelashes.
You cleared your throat. “Hongjoong--”
“Didn’t you say the day I saved you that you felt like your heart is telling you I’m a part of your story?” Hongjoong took a bold step forward.
You couldn't deny that. Your heart still told you that Hongjoong was going to be connected to your life, in a big way, perhaps even bigger than the fact that he was the avatar and he had saved your life.
“Would their trust extend to sharing your body with me?” Hongjoong tilted his head and chucked your chin upwards.
“Wellllllll, this is awkward.”
Four men entered your camp. Hongjoong shouted and then ran for one of the men. He embraced him heartily, a very happy smile on his face. "Yeosang, at last!"
Your stomach sank but your heart soared. You had yet to see Hongjoong so happy as he was finding his lost friend. Hongjoong held Yeosang's face with both hands as Yeosang struggled to keep his face void of a smile. "Avatar!"
"Yeosang," Hongjoong pouted, "Please. I haven't seen you in weeks and you speak to me formally?"
"Whoa there." The man that had interrupted you and Hongjoong, with an odd mixture of blonde and brown hair, held his hands up in defense. "I come bearing no ill will." Yunho had his spear just under his chin.
Yeosang began to air bend to stop Yunho but you summoned your water from your flask and used it as a whip to stop Yeosang.
"Tell your girlfriend to back off of Wooyoung," Yeosang demanded, his face taking on a cold countenance.
"Yeosang, she's not my girlfriend," Hongjoong protested.
"The avatar!" A man with silver hair said, eye round with stars in his eyes towards the avatar. You understood exactly what he was going through, you had felt the same upon laying eyes on Hongjoong.
"Maybe, seeing as how we didn't kill you while you slept, perhaps you'd consider sparing us, oh great warrior," The brunet of the party said with a dry tone.
"What's going o--oh," San looked around at the scene outside the tent.
Stories and names were eventually traded even though Yunho never put down his spear. His eyes wouldn't leave Jongho, the bounty hunter. Wooyoung was a bandit and Mingi an earth bender.
"You'll teach me everything I need to know, right?" Hongjoong grasped Mingi’s hands together within his own.
Mingi couldn't look directly in Hongjoong’s eyes, his cheeks getting rosy. "I-I'll d-do m-my b-best," He stuttered.
"Well, this is cute," Jongho said, sharpening his blades, "But what do we do now that the avatar is found?"
"Yeosang, the fire nation is still pursuing us," Hongjoong told his air bending friend.
Yeosang rubbed his shoulder, badly burned by an errant fire bending flame. "I don't look forward to meeting them again."
"Is there anywhere we can go to get away from them?" Wooyoung petulantly threw a piece of fish to the fire.
You and San looked to Yunho who sighed heavily. "No."
"No, what?" Hongjoong questioned, eyes flickering between you and Yunho.
"Hongjoong, we must flee to the northern water tribe," You said.
Hongjoong cocked his head. "What?"
"The gate to the spirit world is there. The northern tribe has a fortress. It would be able to hold back the might of the fire nation!" San said excitedly.
"Why do you say no to this, warrior?" Jongho asked with one eyebrow raised.
Yunho drew inconsequential shapes into the ground with his spear. "My aunt was chosen to marry a northerner. I know the way."
"That doesn't answer the question though," Mingi brought up.
The earth bender stomped his foot and stones moved into the cloth he held out. He wrapped it up and offered it to you, who was shivering in the cool night air. He had a gentle smile.
"Snowflake of my eye, are you adding another?" San teased you as you took the offered warmth.
Yunho stood up abruptly. "We're not going to the northern tribe!"
You winced. "Yunho--"
Yunho rushed over to you and jerked you into a hug, arms wrapping around your head. "Don't make me do it. I don't want to lose you."
"Wait, what--what's wrong?" San suddenly realized Yunho was being more than just stubborn with his mistrust of the avatar.
You squeezed Yunho's ribs and then gently unwound his arms from you. "It'll be okay, Yuyu."
You turned toward the rest of the men and Yunho put both of his hands on your shoulders in support. "The reason our elders didn't approve of our union wasn't because of its taboo nature; they didn't want us to join because I was to marry the prince of the Northern Tribe."
"What? How come you never told me!" San protested.
Yeosang's eyes moved at a pace that indicated he was putting all the pieces of the puzzle together. "You're our in. The Northern Tribe is notoriously self-sufficient and protective. They'll let in the promised of their prince without another question. We can explain once we are inside that Hongjoong is looking for a master for waterbending after."
"But…what does that mean for Dream?" San's large eyes swung back towards you. "Dream?"
"We'll get proper training from the Northern Water Benders, San," You smiled through tears.
San's face dropped and Yunho's hands dug into your shoulders. "Why does that sound like goodbye?"
"I'm promised to the prince, San. I'll have to marry Prince Seonghwa. You know how important it is to keep our ties strong with the Northern tribe. And besides, I already promised the avatar that we would do whatever we could to aid his quest. I can't teach him to water bend, I barely have a few tricks I figured out myself and from my memories of my older brother."
San wordlessly hugged you and Yunho. He kissed the top of your head loudly and Yunho's cheek next. "Hongjoong didn't ask you to give up your life though."
"That's true," Hongjoong spoke up, his voice tight with emotion.
You shook your head. "You don't understand. They'll wed us immediately. The wedding was already pushed off because our elders didn't want to send word to the Northern tribe that their chosen bride was in a poly with two others and didn't want to marry a prince."
Hongjoong's held his hand out and Yeosang begrudgingly held it, pinkies linking cautiously. "I could never ask you to give up your loves when I cannot do it myself."
"You're fucking too?" Wooyoung shouted and then clamped his hand over his mouth belatedly.
Jongho rolled his eyes. "Are you really figuring that out now?"
Mingi looked awfully sad at the announcement and you couldn't figure out if it was because he found out that Hongjoong was taken or that you were going to lose the loves of your life. "What do we do then?"
Hongjoong stood up resolutely. "We go to the Northern Tribe. We learn from their benders and when we have enough training we leave. If I can't help us escape from the Northern Tribe's fortress-city, fight for the right to love who you want, then I'm not the avatar."
Yeosang finally allowed himself to smile, his eyes shining in happiness, nodding resolutely. San squealed and wrapped his arms around your thighs lifting you up in the air in happiness. "See! I knew we could trust in the avatar. That ass is too fine to be bad."
Jongho choked on his own saliva at what San said. Yeosang frowned heavily, whether disappointed in San's choice of words or the fact that San was flirting with Hongjoong. Yunho's body slumped against you, clearly relieved at hearing the words he needed to hear.
Wooyoung opened his big mouth too. "I mean, he might be a badass though. He is the avatar." Jongho smacked him behind the head. "What? It's true!"
"Actually, he is pretty badass," You couldn't help but agree with Wooyoung.
Wooyoung glared at the bounty hunter. "I told you so," He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head.
You entertained the men of your recollection of Hongjoong saving you, Hongjoong smiling shyly as you crowed of his otherworldliness. Mingi hung onto every one of your words, caught up in the majesty of both you and the story you told. Eventually you snuggled into San and Yunho's tent, Jongho promising he would actually watch over the camp and take the first shift.
The days leading up to arriving at the Northern Tribe were filled with happiness, oddly enough. Mingi only fell more in love with the avatar, each moment practicing earth bending cherished as Hongjoong caught on quickly. You and San spent time with Yunho, torturing him with water fights and sexual innuendos enough that Yunho's ears were perma-red. Jongho would send longing glances to Yeosang's statue-esque features, in which Wooyoung would react by acting even more uncouth and drawing Jongho's disappointment but his attention nonetheless.
But before long, Tiny and Yeosang's flying bison Moni, crossed over into Northern Tribe territory. The amazing ice fortress gleamed in the morning light, taking the breath from all of you. No one could deny that the city was beautiful, in both its icy angles and the powerfulness it exuded. That didn't ease the tension in your limbs, the grip Yunho had on his spear, the weight on Hongjoong's shoulder or the sadness in San's smile.
As per your guess, you and Hongjoong, along with the others, were expedited to the throne room, where you were both introduced to the Northern Tribe's chief and Prince Seonghwa. The Northern tribe were more than happy to teach the avatar all they knew, as soon as Hongjoong proved he was indeed the avatar.
As Hongjoong was introduced to Seonghwa, who happened to be the Northern Tribe's link to the spirit world, you studied the man you were promised to. His side profile threatened even Yeosang's. Seonghwa was pretty in the way the Aurora Borealis was: unattainable but breathtaking. His long hair only accentuated his pink lips and perfect nose. He truly was a prince in appearance but also in personality. He laughed softly, smile proper and kind, and even offered his hand to you like he was a dainty being who should be handled carefully.
You were about to lower your head to his hand, as was customary to greet the prince, when Seonghwa brought your hand to his lips instead. He kissed the back of your hand and you had to look at the floor. Because you knew if you met his eyes, you might get lost in them forever. They seemed to sparkle with the essence of the moon and you had known a few other water tribesmen who became moon-sick; you weren't looking to acquire the same fate.
"Where did you run off to?" Seonghwa inquired, "We have been waiting for your response eagerly."
You giggled nervously and Yunho scoffed quietly behind you. "Your Highness--"
"Seonghwa," The prince corrected you gently.
"Seonghwa," You adjusted, "Our delay was the avatar."
Seonghwa's eyes swung back towards Hongjoong. "I could see why you might delay."
Hongjoong coughed, masking shy laughter. "I didn't exactly plan to delay your nuptials, Your Highness."
"Please, Seonghwa, I insist," The Prince declined his title a second time.
"If it's not too much to ask," Jongho brought up, looking bored. "It's been a long journey. Perhaps you could bestow us with rooms so that we could refresh ourselves."
"Of course," Seonghwa clapped his hands together and servants appeared. "Show everyone to their rooms."
San had a furrow between his eyebrows, looking like an angry snow leopard-bear cub. Yunho, surprisingly, continued to look over his shoulder to Seonghwa's back. That was certainly not what you expected.
"I don't like him," San said, exploding into your rooms even after he had been deposited to his own.
"Hush, San," Yunho put a hand on San's chest, "It doesn't matter. We will be gone from this place as soon as you've learned all you need to know and the avatar finishes his spiritual mission."
San clung to the older man's hips, whining. "But Yunho."
You giggled happily and both turned towards you. "I don't think I've ever seen you jealous, San."
"I'm not jealous," San sulked.
"Our rooms are amazing, how are yours!" Wooyoung burst in without a knock. His jaw dropped at your rooms, fit for…well, a princess. "Wow yours are--" Wooyoung acquired a smug look, "Were you guys going to be naughty in here, because I could round you out--" He barely dodged Yunho's boomerang. "Hey!"
You spent many, many hours with Seonghwa. You were starting to feel bad that this was all a farce because Seonghwa took his nuptials very seriously. During your walks around the city, Seonghwa introduced you to every citizen he knew. He listened attentively as you told him of your childhood growing up in the Southern tribe. Seonghwa was every bit as gracious and respectful as a prince ought to be and you couldn't help but fall for him. Only slightly of course.
But Seonghwa did split his time between you and the avatar. Hongjoong could be seen patiently following the spirit leader's guidance in crossing over into the spirit realm. Hongjoong needed to be in touch with that element as well, as was standard with all avatars.
There was an evening in which San had fallen asleep, arms wrapped around your waist and head in your lap. You had been combing your hand through his short hair and had lured him into a nap. Seonghwa was the last subject your love would want to overhear. Hongjoong had snuck in to speak to you; you being the only other one of your party that really understood the slow, dangerous lure that was Prince Seonghwa.
You found yourself confiding in the avatar when you didn't dare say a word to San or Yunho. San had approved of Hongjoong but Yunho was still unsure. And San didn't like Seonghwa but Yunho had started to ask questions tentatively. You didn't know what to do, honestly.
"Starting to regret our escape plan?" Hongjoong attempted to joke.
"Hongjoong…he's not what I expected," You admitted.
Hongjoong scratched the back of his head. "Not sure what I was supposed to expect, but I know I wasn't sure there was love after Yeosang. But the day I saved you. And met San, Yunho and Mingi. Now Seonghwa? Am I even allowed to love that many people?" Hongjoong chuckled dryly and sighed.
You took your free hand and grabbed Hongjoong's, squeezing it in encouragement. "I think you're the avatar and that you should receive even more love than that."
The night before the wedding soon approached, which coincidentally was also the evening of your planned escape. Seonghwa had asked you to dress in some Northern Water Tribe clothing and meet him for a final dinner before you were to be wed.
You broke food with Seonghwa and as the evening wound down, Seonghwa took you out to the balcony. The air was cold, nothing you weren't used to, but Seonghwa still used the excuse to tuck you under his arm.
"You know," Seonghwa smiled serenely up to the moon, "The other nobles pitied me. I was to wed a savage from the Southern Tribe."
You prickled at the mention of the Northern Tribe's pride. You had encountered plenty of that while staying here. They seemed respectful of the earth kingdom guests. Hongjoong was the avatar, so along with the elusive and aloof Yeosang, the air nomads were also gifted with polite kindness. But when it came to the water benders and warriors, the air was tense. The water benders laughed at your attempts with water, which had San in constant glaring mode. And Yunho was put down because of his 'primitive' weapons.
"I know they were wrong. I know this now," Seonghwa admitted. "Your warrior and your water bender are people who would go to the ends of the earth for you, wouldn't they?"
"They are the two people most precious to me," You agreed.
Seonghwa offered his hands and waited patiently as you let him take yours. "You are most precious to me, Promise."
Guilt pressed down on you heavily. "Seonghwa--"
"I know you love them. You don't have to tell me. I am sorry for that, I truly am." Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip. "If I'm being honest, I believe I've fallen for the avatar, if that's any consolation."
You knew the prince was, and you knew Hongjoong felt the same, but it was different when actually hearing the words coming from Seonghwa's mouth. You should have known Seonghwa would have picked up on you and San and Yunho; Seonghwa was extremely intuned with the spirits and was emotionally sensitive as well.
"But, we are to wed. You will become a princess and we'll spend the rest of our lives together. I know I'm not your first nor your second, or even your third choice. But I can promise you, I will dedicate my whole world to making sure that you never regret following your duty with me." He smiled hopefully.
You swallowed down your guilt and tried to let shine your developing feelings for Seonghwa. "I couldn't ask for a better prince," You joked.
Seonghwa laughed under his breath, his smile breaking your heart even more. "Promise, I know it's the night before our wedding, but can I ask for one favor?"
"What is it?" You asked curiously.
HIs eyes shook a little in nervousness. "Could I beg for a kiss? I don't want our first kiss to be when we wed."
"I don't think…"
"I know it's forward of me to ask," Seonghwa looked uncertain.
You laughed under your breath. "You're not being too forward."
Seonghwa looked confused. "Then why?"
Your heart felt like it was twisting and turning in many directions. "I love them so much, Seonghwa." You tried to play it off as you didn't want to betray San and Yunho, but at this moment, you knew you were betraying Seonghwa. He didn't deserve to be deceived in this way.
Seonghwa cupped your face with one hand and you couldn't help but lean into it. His hand was warm but more importantly, you could feel the adoration coming from him as well. Would it really be so bad to exchange one kiss before you left forever? At least Seonghwa could have that.
"But you also have a deep affection for me too, do you not?" Seonghwa pushed the conversation.
"What I feel for you, Seonghwa," You let regretful tears fill your eyes, "I don't understand it."
"I know this is an arranged marriage but I'm certain love can come from it." Seonghwa tilted his head and slotted his lips against yours.
The kiss was sweet, tender and kind. Everything that Seonghwa encompassed. You started to cry into the kiss, however. Tears fell down your face. Seonghwa's thumbs moved soothingly along the planes of your cheeks. When he finished the kiss, you could see that Seonghwa too was crying.
Seonghwa's shoulders moved with his sobs, moved by your emotions. "I know you mourn for them but I believe I love you, Promise. I can't replace them but if you allow your heart to be open to me as well, then I believe you will love me in return."
Once your date with Seonghwa was at an end, you returned to your rooms to help everyone to pack and to leave. You pushed all your emotions aside and did your best. But it was actually Mingi who approached you.
"Don't push yourself," he put a hand on your hip, his arm pulling you against his body.
"I'm fine, Mingi," You moved to push him off of you but the earth bender was stronger than that, in both will and body.
"You're not fine," Mingi insisted. "Let the rest of us help."
San was teasing Yunho about how much rope he kept piling into his backpack. Hongjoong and Yeosang were trying to figure out if the rations everyone had squirreled away were enough. But Wooyoung, Jongho and Mingi's eyes were on you.
"He's right, you know," Jongho mentioned, always sharpening his knife, and preparing for a fight in case the Northern Water Tribe found out of your betrayal.
"We can take some of your burden," Wooyoung said with vulnerable eyes where normally he was always teasing.
You felt your walls crumbling. "Don't. We need to be strong. We need to leave."
Mingi rubbed his cheek against the crown of your head. "We know we aren't the avatar, or the prince, or even your first loves, but we can help you with this."
You leaned against Mingi and held your hand out to Wooyoung, who took it and squeezed it tightly. But you directed your words to the bounty hunter. "Thank you."
"Anything for you, Diamond," Jongho let a rare smile pull his cheeks up.
"Okay, I think we're ready," Hongjoong announced with a proud smile. "Let's get out of here and go to the--"
And then the world shook.
"What the hell was that?" Wooyoung demanded.
Yeosang moved to the window of Hongjoong's room and his eyes tightened in anger. "It's the fire nation."
You all watched in horror as fireballs came flying at the beautiful ice city.
San's face turned hard. "This is our chance. While the city is under attack, there will be no soldiers to avoid. We can leave in peace."
Hongjoong shook his head. "No, San, I can't. I am the avatar and I am the reason they're attacking. I have to help them."
Yunho's eyes met yours across the room. "Seonghwa," he mouthed to you.
"Hongjoong!" You shouted to get the avatar's attention.
The look in his eyes, big and worried, let you know he was thinking the same as you. "I'll protect the city, you--"
"No!" Mingi cut off Hongjoong immediately. "We shouldn't get separated. We should stay together. We work better as a team."
"He's right," Jongho agreed.
"We stay together, we rescue the prince, and then we mess up the fire kingdom," Wooyoung grinned wickedly.
The eight of you moved quickly through the castle in search of Seonghwa. Hongjoong realized quickly that Seonghwa, as the spiritual connection, was at the north pole, the very place the two of them had been spending most of their time together.
"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa cried out upon seeing the avatar. He raced up to him and kissed him out of gratitude.
Hongjoong was surprised but didn't break the kiss. Yeosang didn't look very pleased. Neither did Yunho. Nor San. "What do you need from us? From me?"
The benders were the first line of defense. You, Mingi, San and Yeosang stood at the edge of the grass, waiting for the fire nation to come to the spiritual center of the North, the most important place with the most important person, the avatar. Then it was the warriors, Yunho, Jongho and Wooyoung. Finally, Seonghwa was helping Hongjoong oversee his connection to the spirit realm. If Hongjoong could search out for guidance as the avatar, perhaps he could yet save the Northern Tribe.
The battle was tough. It took all of your bending skills and then digging into your limits to keep the fire nation off of Hongjoong. And when you couldn't bend anymore, the warriors used their skills, protecting the tired benders and their loves. But still Hongjoong was stuck in the spirit world with Seonghwa. Their heads were pressed together, knees touching with their legs crossed, and Hongjoong's arrows illuminating Seonghwa's precious features.
You thought the fire nation might actually be successful in acquiring the avatar and perhaps ending the cycle before Hongjoong could fix the world. The fire nation warriors broke through the warriors and latched onto Seonghwa, pulling him from the spirit realm.
"No!" Seonghwa shouted, arms outstretched but he was too far from Hongjoong. "I still need to help him! Let go of me!"
"Shut him up, we'll use him against his father later as a hostage!" The leader of the fire nation warriors snapped.
The soldier who held Seonghwa knocked the prince out cold just as Mingi had summoned enough bending power to shake the ground and knocked Seonghwa into the sacred pond where the ocean and the moon spirit were in.
"Seonghwa!" You shouted but San kept you from going after him. "San, let go of me!" You clawed at his arms but it was no use.
"Dream, you can't help them," Yunho rasped, bloody and tired as well from his battle.
"Hongjoong, please wake up," You sobbed, "Save Seonghwa. Save us. Save the world. Please, Avatar!"
All seemed lost in the moment. Seonghwa was floating face down, Hongjoong was not of this world, and the rest of your group were either defeated or out of any energy to aid. You sobbed into San's arms. "Avatar, save us."
Hongjoong's eyes snapped open. He was emotionless as he walked into the pool where Seonghwa was dying. He plunged into the water, which you knew was not deep enough to lose Hongjoong but something else seemed to be going on here. The water seemed to turn a bright white and a dark black at the same time, much like the colors of the fish who had been swirling in the pond. A gentle wave deposited Seonghwa to your arms while a fierce wave took out the fire nation soldiers and swept them to the depths of the water and they never resurfaced.
The water that was a mixture of the deep depths of the ocean and the bright light of the moon moved from the north pole. Hongjoong appeared as a creature towering over the walls of the Northern tribe, a combination of power and greatness, floating in the center of the creation made from water and light. The world went dark and the water of the ocean pulled back. The only thing that anyone could see was the avatar.
The fire nation's boats collapsed onto the seabed, useless water crafts with no water. With no way to fight a creature made from water and light, there was no fight. Any warriors still in the city were mysteriously swept out with the ocean receding. Once it was clear the city was safe, the mixture of light and water came back to the north pole. The light came back to the moon and the water covered the fire nation's boats that remained at the bottom of the ocean forevermore.
You sobbed over Seonghwa, well aware that you had no energy to save him, nothing left to pull out the water that was clearly in his lungs. Hongjoong had pushed Seonghwa from the water, and saved the city from the fire nation, but Seonghwa…
"Here, dream," Yunho pulled the prince from your arms, laid him on the ground and began to pump his chest, slanting his lips across Seonghwa's to pull the water from his lungs the old fashion way.
Oddly enough, as Hongjoong came out of the water, the last remnant of the spirits possessing him showing that one eye was fiercely bright and the other inky dark, Seonghwa coughed out water and breathed in deeply. Yunho turned him to his side and Seonghwa rid himself of all the water he had inhaled. Hongjoong came to consciousness and Yeosang was there to catch him before the avatar also collapsed in exhaustion.
"Did we do it?" Hongjoong whispered roughly.
"Are we safe?" Seonghwa asked, voice hoarse.
"You did it, Avatar," Yeosang answered, silent tears streaming down his face.
"We're safe, sweet prince," Yunho assured him.
"Actually, I'll have you know, if it wasn't for me--" Jongho smacked Wooyoung from behind the head before the bandit could take credit for saving the world. Wooyoung smiled bashfully, "Thank you, Avatar."
That night it was made clear to the Northern Tribe that more important factors were working on the world currently. You were excused from your betrothal, acknowledged as an important member of the avatar's team. Hongjoong needed people close to him if he was going to defeat the fire nation and balance the world as it was always meant to be, all the great elements in harmony, with the avatar exuding all of them. Seonghwa joined your team, not to be left behind, but to be an emissary and representation of the northern tribe.
"I'm kinda sad we don't get to sneak out of the tribe. I always wanted to see just how hard it was," Wooyoung whispered lowly, so that Seonghwa couldn't overhear.
San was the one to send a frown to the earth kingdom's bandit. "I think the fight was good enough, Woo."
"What do you mean I have too much?" Seonghwa lamented, pointing to his many bags.
"You can only take what you carry, sweet prince," Yunho said with a small smile on his face, clearly amused, and still taken, by Seonghwa.
"It'll be fun, Seonghwa," Hongjoong squeezed Seonghwa's shoulder.
"Who says it's going to be fun when you plan on invading the fire nation!" Jongho protested.
"The fire nation," Mingi repeated, fear painting his features.
Only you and Yeosang stood a bit apart from your group. You both felt like a fist was slowly closing in your stomach, only making anxiety ride higher. You two may not get along, Yeosang entirely sure that you were slowly becoming the center of Hongjoong's world, where he used to be the only one apart of that pattern, but in this you were in agreement: the fire nation was a dangerous place to be.
But when Yeosang's pinky hit yours, that shy way that Hongjoong and Yeosang held hands, you thought perhaps, between all nine of you, that you might get through this. At least with each other to lean on, it seemed more likely.
Besides, you were with the avatar. With Hongjoong, anything seemed possible.
✯Pairings: Yeosang x Ateez x Reader (f)
✯Genre: smut with no plot
✯Trope: established relationship, poly relationship
✯Au: idol au
✯Word Count: 499
✯Rating: 18+ MDNI
✯Warnings: mxm, bukkake, free use, oral (m receiving), hand jobs, gang banging, anal (m receiving), consensual filming, orgasm denial
✯Summary: you walk into the dorms to see that Yeosang has lost a rock paper scissors game with the most unusual outcome... and you're next
✯Dedication: @downtoamagicalland for putting this idea in my head, @mejuii for letting it live rent free in her head, @stardragongalaxy for encouraging me to post it and @thelargefrye who deserves this to be written for her
You walk into the dorm and you feel like you just walked straight into a porno scene. Yeosang is at the center of the seven other boys, on his knees and being used and abused. San is under him, fucking him for all he’s worth, Yeosang’s angry, red cock leaking sadly against his abs. Jongho has Yeosang’s left hand, having to aid Yeosang along with jerking him off. On Yeosang’s right is Wooyoung, the younger fucking Yeosang’s mouth, holding his baggy hoodie out of the way. Yeosang is absolutely covered in cum. It’s all over his hair, his face, his torso, dripping and smeared. The way the room is simply full of grunts, whines and gasps makes your lower half tighten.
“What's…going on?” The question falls flat because it’s absolutely obvious what’s going on but you still would like to know the circumstances.
“Yeosang lost the rock, paper, scissors game. We were all horny in the group chat for you,” Hongjoong replies with a smirk. He’s busy rubbing one off, eyes on the way that San is simply jack-hammering into Yeosang.
Yunho maneuvers over to you, a finger pushing aside your shirt and plays with your bra strap. “But you’re not tired, are you?”
Your mouth goes dry. “You want me to replace Yeosang?”
Yeosang pops off Wooyoung, his sentence choppy because of San’s impending climax. “But! I wanna! Watch!”
Mingi pulls out his phone from his back pocket and grins. “I got you, Sangie! I’ll film it. Don’t worry.”
You shiver as Jongho takes the opportunity to guide Yeosang to suck his cock instead of Wooyoung’s, Wooyoung grumbling but taking Yeosang’s had on his cock instead. Your eyes begin to become unfocused and you press your lips together at the thought of taking Yeosang’s place.
“She’s already fucked out at the thought, she’s in,” Yunho announces.
Seonghwa’s hand on your shoulder already has you pushed to your knees, thumb pressing gently down on your bottom lip to open your mouth. Yunho gets your top off and generously begins to squeeze your breasts from behind. Hongjoong sees that the Aries members are already beginning and moves to capture one of your hands before positions can be established.
“Hey!” Mingi frowns, “Don’t start before Yeosang’s done!”
San, having came loudly, finally voices his opinion. “Just get in a good position and film it, Mingi.” San pats Yeosang’s hip and moves out from under Yeosang.
“Fuck this mouth,” Seonghwa groans as his cock slips into your mouth and your tongue curls around him.
Yeosang is left on the floor, naked, cock still begging for attention, and covered in cum, but with a smile on his face, eyes closed and halfway to passing out. It’s all you see until all of the boys surround you and then there’s nothing to focus on but becoming a cum dumpster for seven men and hoping you can help Yeosang when he wakes up.
