゛ ˎˊ˗❝𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨❞ The reef was at peace before the Sullys arrived. Before the sky-demons followed them. Before the smoke stained the horizon. Before her people began to whisper. Leyra was raised to protect her clan, to stand unbending beside her mother, to trust the ocean and nothing beyond it. Then the forest family came. Half-blooded. Half-foreign. Carrying war in their wake. And at the center of them stands Neteyam, the eldest son. Calm. Watchful. Too composed for someone whose existence feels like an insult to everything sacred. He moves like he belongs. He does not. She will not let the reef forget what they brought. Even if his eyes do not look like a conqueror's. or Neteyam knows what they see when they look at him. Not a warrior. Not a son. Not a boy who has bled for his family since childhood. They see war. They see sky blood. They see the reason the ocean trembles. Leyra does not hide her contempt. It sharpens her voice. Straightens her spine. Follows him like a shadow through the village. She blames them. Maybe she is not wrong. But Neteyam has spent his entire life protecting what remains after war. He will not apologize for surviving. And he will not bow to hatred - even if it lives in her eyes. [𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙:02.26.26] [𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - ] 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭!! 𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙠𝙫𝙘𝙨 ♡

He washed ashore with blood in his hair and only one memory - his name. Neteyam. All alone and lost the mysterious forest boy is taken in by the Metkayina and placed under the watch of the chief's eldest daughter - the one person responsible for deciding if he can be trusted. In the ocean, loyalty is everything. But what happens when love and duty are sworn to different sides?

"I'm cold, Professor Hartwell," I whispered, arching, just slightly, into him. His mouth curved. He shook his head once, slow, knowing. "Professor?" he murmured. "I thought we were past that." His lips brushed my cheek, warm now despite the cold air. He followed the line of my jaw, lingering at my ear, his breath slipping beneath my hair. "What's my name, foxie?" ── .✦ ⸝⸝ ⤷ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she is his brightest student. He is her professor. And somehow the world bends in their favour. Besides, he doesn't even teach chemistry. At least not the kind found in textbooks... ˎˊ˗

𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑨𝑵-𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 She was born for the forest. He was raised to survive anything. Forced to flee with the Sully family to the Metkayina reefs, Szàrae finds the ocean to be her greatest trial. Every misstep marks her as an outsider, drawing quiet scrutiny-especially from Neteyam Sully. As the eldest, Neteyam demands precision. His corrections are relentless, never cruel, never soft-because survival leaves no room for failure. Distance becomes impossible as discipline blurs into something neither of them is prepared to face. Because the ocean does not forgive weakness- and falling for the one who challenges you most may be the most dangerous mistake of all. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫! ૮ • ﻌ - ა

────୨ৎ──── a love story between Neteyam and Vyarã "the misunderstood outcast." credits: to the owner of the picture!

∘˙❝𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴❞ 𝘈𝘰'𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘞𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘽𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦.

"if you told me a three years ago that '𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡', I would have laughed in your face. How because could you run after lust and betray your dearest friend? Yet now I sit here, with dried out tears on my cheeks and guilty blood in my veins" -𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she falls for her best friend's bully, becoming a traitor. Can you truly blame her, though? The relationship she and Draco Malfoy share is tangled and twisted from the very beginning. As she grew up with Harry Potter and verily considers him her greatest friend, she ought to hate the Slytherin blond with cloudy mesmerizing eyes. But with time, it turns out to be impossible... Enemies to lovers, Forbidden romance. A Draco Malfoy fanfiction. →18+ content, please consider that this book includes: - mature theme, sex - vulgar language - deaths (any other tw mentioned in the first line of the chapter it appears in) i do not claim inventing the characters, all credit to J.K Rowling! [start: 10th January] [finish: currently ongoing] ©ᴍᴀʏᴀᴀғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ | ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ

"𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚." - ˗ˏˋAn orderly at Hawkins National Laboratory locks eyes with a girl standing at the far end of the line, hidden among others like her. That single moment is enough to haunt him for the rest of his life. He does not know her name. He does not know what she is. He only knows that after her, the world will never be quiet again. Drawn together by something older than reason and sharper than fate, they discover one another the way the moon dreams of the sun, from a distance, in longing, in inevitability. In whispered glances and stolen seconds, in pain and forbidden tenderness, until the tension between them became so severe it demanded to be released. They learn that alone they are breakable, but together they are dangerous. What follows is a descent through betrayal and devotion, through violence and devotion again, through tears that carve rivers into the soul and truths that fracture the shape of reality itself. As the walls close in and the past unravels, they uncover what the world has hidden from them. What he truly is. What she was always meant to become. And why some love stories are not meant to save the world... ...but to set it on fire. ★ ˎˊ˗ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀʟʟᴀʀᴅ / ᴏɴᴇ / ʜᴇɴʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴇʟ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ! [18+ themed (featured smut)⚠︎, friends (w/ tension) to enemies to lovers, forbidden romance] | ©ᴍᴀʏᴀᴠꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ |