#Realised I hadn't cross-posted this here oops

[goddessofroyalty]

Blood for Blood

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond/Lucerys

Summary: Aemond is married to the omega who took his eye. And while he is not such a fool to request an eye for an eye, blood for blood seems a fair trade. Or: Omegaverse Aemond/Lucerys arrange marriaged wedding night smut where Aemond is not cruel, but he is also not kind (and Lucerys has both none of and all the power).

Warnings: Underage sex, uncle-nephew incest, forced marriage and matehood, dubcon bordering on noncom, knots that hurt (or are at least very uncomfortable the first time)

Notes:

I don’t actually go here so know nothing about the show other than what I’ve picked up on gifsets on tumblr. I just got really obsessed with this idea for some reason and here we are. Basically don’t ask me when this is set in the timeline or any of the political ramifications of it (but feel free to tell me when you think this is and what you think they are).

I was going to give Lucerys a lot more layers before I realised then I would have to get him out of all those layers. Just pretend there are 2 more layers between the Outer gown and shift when imaging the full gown.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43985872

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Aemond had spent the ceremony wondering how anyone believed Lucerys was as fragile as they liked to claim. The omega holding his head high and proud, sure in how this would ensure his inheritance and keep his mother’s right safe as well.

Now Aemond sees what makes Lucerys mother and retinue coo about their delicate boy, warning Aemond not to harm him despite his nephew having already proven that he is the one of the two of them capable of maiming the other. Lucerys’ gaze darting across the room nervously as he worries his plump lip with his teeth, cringing whenever they even momentarily land on the wedding bed.

Aemond leaves the boy to his glancing, going to wash his hands in the rose-water filled basin and strip himself of the heavier outer layers, leaving himself in his shirt and breeches.

Lucerys gets very good at avoiding even looking at the wedding bed once Aemond sits on the edge of it.

“Mate,” Aemond says, not actually expecting the omega to come when called.

“Don’t,” Lucerys says, his voice uneven even as he meets Aemond’s eye. “I am not your mate yet.”

Aemond laughs at it, getting over to crowd his nephew and new-husband’s space. Watching the omega’s eyes harden as Lucerys clearly steels himself to not step back.

“Surely you aren’t hiding behind that technicality?” Aemond reaches out to wrap one of Lucerys’ curls around his finger. Saving the little flinch it earns him. “In the eyes of the court we are and soon we will be by even the commoner’s definition.”

“I-” Lucerys’ pupils dart as he tries to find the words and Aemond waits in rapt anticipation for what he will come up with. “Call me Luke.”

Aemond can’t help and grin at that, his hand falling from his nephews curl to instead cup his jaw, gentler than he really wants to.

“I could call you Strong and it would not matter. You must play your part in this as much as I must mine.”

“Please,” Lucerys’ mutters, twisting his face so his cheek is brushing Aemond’s hand instead of chin. “Uncle, I am sorry for what I did. What must I do to have peace in this marriage?” He shudders as he shuts both his eyes, forcing a steadying breath before looking back up at Aemond. “Is it my eye you want?”

“No.” No anymore.

Aemond lets his hand fall from his new mate’s face, resting it on the collar of the omega’s wedding-gown, his fingers curled so his knuckles rest against the skin of the boy’s neck.

He watches as the realization dawns on Lucerys’ face. The fear creeping in as he realizes what he has been handed over into by his mother to secure both their thrones. No escape for her little Strong bastard this time despite his soft features and sweet act.

“Come,” he says, taking hold of his nephew’s hands and leading the omega to the bed. Lucerys for his part follows loyally, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring off across the room. Not even reacting as Aemond undoes the laces of his outer gown.

“I did not think you would surrender this easily.” Lucerys may be a bastard but he was still of dragon-blood and had already taken the blood of another despite being omega-aligned.

“This is not surrender,” Lucerys hisses, glancing at Aemond from the corner of his eyes, their darkness suits his hate. “It is as you said I have a part to play as much as you do.”

“And what part is that?” Aemond says, moving to the foot of the bed, his hands resting on the white sheets either side of Lucerys’ hips so he can lean right into the omega’s space. “The delicate nervous maiden?”

“If you are questioning-”

“I am not. By now your mother would have done something to protect the fact if you truly were not.” She no doubt would believe that Aemond would revel in being able to prove the lack of morals in her house. That he would wave pure-white sheets as a banner in a battle against her and hers.

She is not so clever to hide her plays and there is none here. Her darling omega is untouched until now.

“Then what point are you trying to make?”

“No point,” Aemond says, nipping at the now exposed collarbone just to hear Lucerys gasp. His next words are said low by the omega’s ear. “You do not need to keep up the act around me. I know what you really are.”

Lucerys shoves him away at that. Holding him away so his nephew can glare up at him.

“You do not know me. And this is not an act,” the boy spits out. But he doesn’t push further. Doesn’t shove Aemond away and run to his mother like he could.

“Don’t I?” Aemond asks, taking one of the hands pressed against his chest. Tugging the outer gowns sleeve off before pressing a kiss to the scent gland on the inside of the omega’s wrist. Never breaking eye contact with his nephew as he runs his teeth down it.

It seems to turn Lucerys pliant again, and Aemond takes the opportunity to get the sleeve off the other arm as well. The top part of the gown falling into his new husband’s lap over the second half.

“We need to take the rest off as well,” he reminds when Lucerys stays planted on the bed.

He takes Lucerys’ hand to pull him from the bed even if he knows the omega can do it perfectly well himself. Resting his other hand on his new husband’s waist as the gown falls in a puddle at his feet, feeling the muscles move though the shift as Lucerys frees his feet from it. The omega standing on top of the pile as if he doesn’t care if he damages the expensive green material. As if he’s doesn’t care about soiling Aemond’s family’s symbol.

“And the other one,” Aemond adds, tugging up the skirt of the shift by its waist.

“Uncle please don’t,” Lucerys says, bordering on a cry. “Let me keep it on.”

“And catch your maidenhood in it and not the sheets?” Aemond asks just to see Lucerys wince. “People talk enough about you as is.”

He watches Lucerys process the words and waits for the agreement that he is right, tugging at the shift again when the brown eyes settle in decision.

“Fine. But if I am to be bare than so should you,” Lucerys says, catching Aemond’s hand to stop it.

“That is not necessary-” He hadn’t thought about it but he realizes he had fully planning on just shoving his breeches down low enough to get his knot out to do the act.

“No. But it is fair. And I already have to bare so much more to ensure this matehood is recognized.” Lucerys is the one that will have to prove his maidenhood taken, and if this does result in a child, will be the one to birth them. The irony of how protected omega nudity is when their lives require it shown to others by necessity more than alphas.

“You are getting so much more out of this matehood.” Two claims solidified and someone else to defend against the bastard taint.

“You are getting a lot more from it than many other of your prospects.” Anything that is Lucerys’ will be Aemond’s. The resulting children will carry his name and not their barers and while not pure they will have dragon-blood sustaining them in the womb.

Lucerys is watching him as closely as he watched the omega as he comes to weigh his options.

“Perhaps you will be a fine negotiator in time,” Aemond concedes as he tugs his shirt over his head.

It earns him a huff of a laugh as Lucerys tugs his shift over his own head as Aemond works his breeches off. The two standing nude before each other soon enough.

Lucerys is more muscular than any other omega Aemond has seen bare. His legs fit and buttocks round from the necessary strength to ride a dragon. His stomach toned and defined, evidence that his mother has ensured he was trained despite his designation. Even his breasts are firmer than even the standard expected of males of the soft designation.

That stomach will soften for Aemond’s child when it is time.

Lucerys is watching him back, his eyes locked on the eyepatch.

“I said for us both to be bare did I not?” he says, and Aemond has to catch his hand to prevent him from reaching for it.

“It stays on.”

“No,” Lucerys says with a shake of his head that has his curls bouncing. And Aemond must be distracted by that for the omega to be able to dart past his defenses with this free hand, snatching the eyepatch from his eye and scurrying onto the bed to hide it under the pillows before Aemond can catch him.

He does at least have the decency to gasp when he turns around to face Aemond again.

“I’m sorry,” Lucerys says before Aemond can demand if he’s happy yet?, the omega making his way down the bed to kneel at the foot of it. A gentle hand coming up to rest against Aemond’s face, thumb rubbing the delicate skin under his sapphire-replacement.

“Are you satisfied?” With forcing the damage bare. With his handiwork in carving Aemond’s eye out.

“No, I, I am truly sorry,” Lucerys says, his previous joy and fear gone from his voice replaced with guilt. “I only meant to protect my brother.”

“Our intentions do not change the results.”

“Of course,” Lucerys says, drawing away to return to the center of the bed. The place in the room that only a little ago had been terrifying now apparently turned refuge.

The terror returns when Aemond follows him into it. Not that it causes Lucerys to shy away from him when Aemond reaches for him, running his hands over the exposed pale skin as Lucerys. Feeling the tense muscle ripple at his touch.

Lucerys doesn’t so much open his legs as let them fall apart when Aemond’s hands start their path up the inside of them. The omegas inner-thighs slick in what is the only evidence he has been bordering on heat this whole time.

“I,” Lucerys starts as Aemond runs his finger against the source of the slick, the omega’s voice shaky. “I would like to see your face.”

It’s not a detailed explanation of a preference for how they are to do this but it is effect to make the position Lucerys wants clear.

“I would not.”

Lucerys gives a huff at it. And Aemond is sure it would be joined by some comment, whether about alphas or him particularly he does not know, if not for the situation.

“Well, I’m not moving,” Lucerys says more petulant child than demanding prince. But it gets the message across the same – if that is what Aemond wants than Aemond must do it himself.

His dear nephew should have thought more before making that stance. He may be strong for an omega but Aemond is a trained alpha. It’s all too easy for him to grab the boy’s leg and drag him down the bed by it, wresting him over and forcing him to his knees.

“Brute!” Lucerys cries as he pushes himself up by his elbows but makes no move to get away.

“Are you not strong enough to take it?” Aemond asks, grinding his hardening member between those slick thighs. He had thought, when he was told about the marriage, that he would struggle to perform his duty on a nephew that had maimed him. That fear has completely evaporated now.

Lucerys gives out a huff at that and Aemond is kind enough to let the omega take the time to prop himself on the pillows of the bed, settling his top half on them.

“If the point is to stain the sheets this feels ineffective.”

“I’m sure we can find a way,” Aemond comments, spreading the firm cheeks before him to see his prize for the night. Unable to resist the urge to press his thumb against the glistening puckering hole.

A hand is suddenly on his hips and his eyes snap up to meet Lucerys’ frantic ones.

“Uncle, slow, please.” He must know he is in no place to make such requests and yet he does. Asking for the mercy Aemond hadn’t been offered.

“I suppose if I do not I will never be sure if our children are mine?” It would make it too easy for Lucerys to justify indiscretion if he believed his husband to be cruel.

Lucerys shakes his head.

“I will be faithful,” he promises. As if his mother hasn’t ruined any chance of that being believed.

And I’m sure my father will believe it, Aemond wants to say, because it is true. His older half-sister’s family can do anything and their king will believe whatever story they make up.

He doesn’t. Instead leaning down to capture the plump lips in what is the second kiss of their marriage.

Lucerys feels as unsure in it as he had the first but he lets Aemond do as he pleases, lips parting as Aemond’s tongue presses against them. Letting Aemond feel the gasp as two of his fingers breach the previously untouched hole.

Aemond wonders if it is truly untouched or if Lucerys had explored himself in the way omegas sometimes did in heats. The vice-grip on his fingers means nothing, he is sure his nephew’s nerves would be enough to ensure that even if he had been with an alpha the night before.

Aemond is not as methodical as he could be in the stretching. But it is hardly something he must do.

Still he enjoys the little gasps and whimpers Lucerys gives out at it. Eye lashes fluttering as Aemond finds a spot inside him that makes the omega’s toes curl.

It is a shame it is inside him. Aemond would like to be able to cause that reaction in his nephew when the boy forgets his place in the pecking order in the court.

He regrets his choice in positioning when he finally removes his fingers. Completely unable to see what, if anything, settles on Lucerys face as he does.

It is not fear he is imagining in the omega’s eyes, as he uses the slick coating his fingers to pump himself a few times to be sure he is fully hard, but anticipation.

Lucerys’ whole body tenses when he aligns the head of it to the wet hole.

“That will only make it worse,” Aemond chastises.

“I know,” Lucerys says, a hand coming back to press against Aemond’s hips. His sharp nails digging into the flesh of it. They both know he couldn’t actually stop it but it promises not just Lucerys’ blood will be spilt if Aemond did. “Just give me a few moments.”

Aemond lets out a huff at it. His nephew keeps asking for patience, and careful, and slow that one would think he believed his uncle’s nature to be kind.

He watches as Lucerys sides move in and out with the deep purposely breathes the omega takes to calm himself, shimming his hips in what really is a blatant tease.

Lucerys tenses when Aemond leans over him. Aemond running his dry hand up the omega’s tight side to wrap around his chest, thumb playing with one of his small nipples as Aemond nuzzles against the scent gland on Lucerys’ neck he will be biting into once he finally gets his knot into him.

“Save your fight for our enemies,” Aemond advises. Not that he yet knows who their shared enemies will be.

It doesn’t work immediately, nor did Aemond expect it to. But Lucerys’ form does eventually relax, giving another of those cautious teasing shifts of his hips.

“You can now if you want.”

“Can I? Or are you going to have another moment of indecision about this?” Aemond asks, not that surprised when it earns him a whack from the omega.

There’s a part of him that wants to grab Lucerys for it. To turn the omega around and pin his legs by his ears and show him that his pathetic swings are nothing compared to Aemond’s strength.

He doesn’t. Slowly pressing into the wet entrance that his cock has been resting against for the last too long, allowing the gravity of his hips coming down do all the work.

Lucreys gives out a keen at it. But not one clearly or pain or pleasure, if Aemond had to hazard a guess it was curiosity as odd as that seems.

He can’t help but give a solid thrust once he has sunk all the way in. Both to make sure he is fully sheathed inside the omega and because he enjoys the gasps it forces from Lucerys’ lips.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he coos because Lucerys isn’t shuddering like some traumatized victim.

“I still think I would like to see your face,” Lucerys says after a moment’s contemplation.

“Maybe next time,” Aemond says with a kiss against the crown of brown curls. He has already decided he would like to see Lucerys in his lap, the omega sinking himself down onto his alpha’s knot.

“So there will be another time?” Lucerys asks, and Aemond still regrets his position choice because he cannot read his nephews tone.

“I doubt we will be so lucky to have a baby just from this.” Few are that skilled. Not that Aemond finds himself minding all that much.

“Of course,” Lucerys mutters with that damned unreadable tone. “Well, are we to continue?”

“So eager.” Aemond is not sure if it is because his new husband is enjoying himself or wants it over.

He supposes it doesn’t matter as he starts up a rhythm of his own making with his thrusts. They are duty-bound to each other if nothing else. Lucerys’ body is to be Aemond’s so Aemond’s sword and dragon will be Lucerys’.

Lucerys seems to be enjoying himself overall. Sure he isn’t moaning loudly but making little gasps but they are pleasure-filled. He sounds almost like his dragon does when the little thing chirps in excitement.

As the pleasure builds for Aemond and his cock starts to swell to lock them together the gasps start to turn from pleasure to pain until eventually one of Lucerys’ hands reach back to push against Aemond’s hip.

“Uncle, enough! It’s getting too much!”

“It’s just the knot,” Aemond says, thrusting the thickened base in and out knowing that it will soon lock them together for a time.

Lucerys cries at it.

“No! It’s too big! Take it out! Uncle please!”

Perhaps Aemond is cruel in that his heart doesn’t break at his nephews plees. But this is hardly the worst pain the omega will endure in life and his mother should have trained him for it just as she did to ride dragons and fight battles.

Considering that training it really is no surprise when Lucerys strikes out. His foot coming up to try and kick Aemond away as he tries to squirm away.

He probably could as well. The knot isn’t fully swollen and Aemond can feel it threaten to tug out at it. Not that it would do either of them any good if Lucerys actually succeeded at his goal. It only asking for more pain.

“Enough,” Aemond decides when a sharp elbow comes at his gut. Grabbing both of Lucreys’ arms as he blocks the omega’s legs in with his own, leaning his full bulk over him to prevent the attempted escape. Pushing his hips close so the knot stays where it is put until it will be impossible to remove until it is gone down. “You were made to take this. So take it.”

Lucerys gives out a desperate, pathetic whine as Aemond bites into his shoulder to seal their matehood in body as well as in law. His breathing long and desperate and wet as the high of it for Aemond passes, leaving him in the reality of being locked in his new mate as his body tries to fill him with seed.

Lucerys chest is panting under him as the omega gets himself back under control. Perhaps Aemond should be more attentive to him but he is mostly concerned with his own discomfort – this position not an ideal one to hold for the next quarter hour. While he could just collapse his weight forward it would not do well for him to crush his new mate.

“Shall we move?” he asks once Lucerys’ breathe is even enough that he thinks his words might actually be heard.

“If you do I will take your other eye,” Lucerys says. There enough heat behind the words that Aemond takes their message seriously even if he does not the actual threat of it.

“Can I at least put a pillow beneath us?” At least then some of the strain of his own thighs will be eased.

“Carefully,” Lucerys agrees after a moment because his own must also be starting to burn.  

Aemond reaches for one of the pillows that Lucerys has not already claimed to rest his chest on. Easing it beneath the omega’s hips, ignoring the little hiss it earns him as he does. A little pain will be worth being able to not have to keep holding themselves up on their knees.

Lucerys slowly sinks into the pillow once it is set, carefully stretching his legs out beneath him as Aemond lets his weight slowly rest on him.

Aemond knows the knot should not last more than a quarter of an hour but that is still time that must be passed and conversation with his new mate not something he wants right now. So instead he entertains himself by nuzzling against his nephew’s hair and lapping up the blood his teeth drew on the pale expanse of a neck. Enjoying the little grumbles it earns him and the hiss that occurs when Lucerys twists to try and bat him away.

Aemond gives an experimental tug as he feels the knot start to deflate.

“Don’t!” Lucerys barks at it, reaching back. This time to hold Aemond’s hip against him.

“I thought you would be done with me?”

“I will once it doesn’t hurt,” Lucerys hissess, in what is probably his most honest of the night.

“It won’t be much longer,” Aemond promises, reaching down to remove the hand and sharp nails from where they dig into his skin.

The whine Lucerys gives in response sounds more like impatience than pain so Aemond goes back to his nuzzling for the few more minutes it takes for his knot to fully deflate.

He slides the pillow out from under Lucerys hips before pulling himself out. And, as expected, Lucerys collapses forward, rolling around so his back is against the bed.

“What are you smiling at?” Lucerys demands, propped up on his pile of pillows as if it is his throne.

“You have more than ensured the sheets are adequately stained.”

Sure enough, when Aemond parts his new mate’s legs the sheets beneath him have a puddle of blood and seed and slick sinking into them. The suddenly elevated position causing it to flow out of him.

“What? Ngh- don’t!” Lucerys tries to squirm when Aemond comes closer, running a finger along the now red and puffy hole he had just knotted. He holds the omega’s hips in place as he pushes the finger in, forcing more of the mingling fluids out and onto the white sheets beneath. “Stop it!”

“Why? Do you want people to question whether you came to your wedding night pure?”

When no snap comes back Aemond looks up to his new mate. The omega’s face red and blotchy and tear-stained. He looks done more than anything. Exhausted on all fronts.

Yes, this is the same omega who took Aemond’s eye and Aemond deserves his revenge for it. But there is blood on the sheets and Lucerys’ will soon enough give Aemond’s mother a new innocent babe to fuss over to replace the one he stole from her that night he taught Aemond just how cruel and unjust the world could be.

Aemond draws back.

Lucerys is off as soon as he does. Darting to the robe that had been placed in the room for him to cover himself.

The omega only ventures back to the bed after Aemond gets off to retrieve his own robe. Even then Lucerys sits on the edge of the bed that faces the closed window, staring at it as if it was open and he was watching the goings on of the world. His expression a closed-off numb Aemond has seen on his own mother.

“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Aemond doesn’t even know himself why he is asking, coming to sit beside his new mate. It shouldn’t matter – this is their duty and they have done it.

“No. It wasn’t,” Lucerys says with a glance over at him before returning to his straight stare at the window. Aemond resists the urge to lean over to see if maybe there is something his nephew is watching – a bug perhaps, that he cannot see from his angle.

“You should sleep. They will want to check over this whole scene as soon as the sun rises in the morn.”

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I’m probably not going to write it in full but please imaging Lucreys conversation with his mother afterwards:

“Mother! The knot!”

“I did warn you it was intense.”

“Intense!? It felt like I was going to be split in two. I thought it would kill me.”

“You get used to it. And it is nothing compared to your first babe.”

[fleursbending]

hello! i saw that u write for avatar and i was wondering if u could write something about kiri x f!na'vi!reader please, maybe the 'reader fell first but she fell harder' type?

𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭. |Kiri Sully

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : in which you catch feelings for kiri first. but she falls far harder than she initially realised once catching them too. or in other words, they are both whipped and gay!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : kiri x fem!metkayina reader

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : this one for the gays !! anyways yay my first post for kiri, and i'm slowly making my way through the requests. thank you for all the luv and support. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated!🫶🏻 i suggest listening to this specific song whilst reading as it is loosely based around it! special shoutout to @eywaskiss for her help with this, ily <3!!! i am down to make a part 2 for this if ppl want it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : floofy fluff, smidge of angst, yearning, reader is so clumsy and flustered i luv her, tsireya being ur wingwoman, whipped & silly kiri! bold = na'vi words. time works differently here, ignore how fast it actually is in atwow. not proofread oops i'm too tired.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 3.4k words !

𝐘/𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 first time she caught sight of Kiri. She and Tsireya were looking for seashells when they heard the horn going off. Swimming back to the shore, she saw Ikrans landing on the sand.

While she wasn't terrified, she was certainly confused. Ikrans do not come here. Omaticaya and Metkayina do not cross each others paths.

People of the forest hopped off their Ikrans, and you saw a girl who looked your age stand close to what you assumed was her mother.

While Tsireya was being ogled by one of the young forest boys, you couldn't draw your eyes away from her.

A foreign feeling entangled itself in the pit of your belly as you watched Ronal point out what she deemed to be "flaws" in the girl.

You didn't even know her name but the urge to already protector scratched at your being.

Y/n could only hope there'd be an encounter where she'd be able to learn more about the mysterious forest girl.

Little did she know that moment would come sooner than she would have thought.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫˚

You observed Kiri with a tilt of your head as she glided through the water and the reefs as if it was second nature to her.

While the boys were battling with their own egos and learning how to ride Ilu's. Y/n and Tsireya decided that Tuk and Kiri could explore the water some more.

They'd done a few lessons at this point, their breathing improving. But Kiri was a true mystery to you. There was something otherworldly about her that you could not pinpoint.

It frustrated you to no end, the ocean had accepted her the moment she made contact with it. She had no issues with breathing, and now apparently even riding an Ilu!

Y/n's mouth gaped as she watched the Ilu nuzzle his head against Kiri's. In a blink of an eye, she'd made tsaheylu with the Ilu and started to ride him towards you.

Tsireya on her own Ilu turned to give Kiri and Tuk an encouraging smile. Y/n called for her Ilu, following them.

As they breezed through the ocean, all admiring the beauty surrounding them. But Y/n had already seen this more than her few fingers could count, so instead of admiring the scenery around her. Her eyes could not seem to stray away from Kiri's figure.

It seems she was enamored with the girl from the Omaticaya clan As she caught up to them all, Kiri looked at her - giving her a grin that could battle the beauty of the sea life surrounding them.

In just a mere moment, she felt like a floundering fish needing to surface for air. These are abundant feelings that have never occupied her life before.

Sure, she always knew she had a preference for girls rather than boys. But there hadn't been a situation handed to her where she had to confront such taboo concepts.

Y/n could only nod her head in acknowledgment, too fearful to smile back in fear that she'd somehow slip off her Ilu if Kiri paid any more attention to her than necessary.

She was truly and utterly, doomed. Y/n wish she could cease to exist at this moment as Kiri steered her Ilu closer to hers in a teasing manner.

Y/n while bashful, repeated her actions - their Ilu's almost brushing.

The current of the waves somehow made the line of seashells intricately wrapped in her hair that was once laying on her forehead. Now tugged down to block her vision.

Kiri's hand slapped against her mouth, morphing her giggles to try not to choke on water. Leaning sideways, she lifted the shells, smoothing down your hair.

Now it was your turn to try not to choke on water, again.

If Y/n was keeping her resolve before, she definitely was failing at it now.

She signed, "Thank you". It was one of the only new phrases that they had been teaching the Sully daughter which she was able to pick up on quite quickly.

Oh Eywa, this was ridiculous. Why did Tsireya have to drag her into all this?

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫˚

Tsireya motioned to you guys, as you hopped on rocks toward the destination she was leading you towards.

It was time for you, Roxto, and Tsireya to teach the Sullys some of the ways of the Metkayina clan again. They thought it would be best to get breathing out of the way first.

"Come on!" She beckoned you guys over to a particularly larger one compared to the rest. Giving you a sly smirk she made sure to take the second to last available spot so you had no choice but to sit next to Kiri.

Your dear friend may have heard your extensive rant after the events that occurred when you were riding on your Ilu's yesterday. While Y/n did not outright confess her very apparent crush on the girl, Tsireya did not have to be dense to realise this.

Y/n seemed to just have figured this out as she hesitantly made her way over to the empty space.

"Skxwang", Y/n muttered under her breath as she sat down on the smooth surface of the rock.

Kiri looked at you with wide eyes, thinking that the word had been directed at her.

You fumbled with your words as you shyly tucked your stray strands of hair behind your ears, a nervous tick of yours.

"No, no! Uhm- that wasn't targeted at you it was, I-", You tried to form a proper sentence but seemed to fail to do so.

Kiri registered this and covered her mouth as she giggled, nodding her head in understanding as she took pity on your obviously flustered state.

It strangely felt like deja vu.

Your quiet laughter followed, seeing how dumb you had just sounded.

Although you couldn't help but admire how melodious her laughter was. The effect it had on you felt groundbreaking.

At least this time you weren't underwater with shells blocking your view. This time you were able to really appreciate all of her.

Swiftly, you were hyperaware of how close you had gravitated to each other. Knees touching, shoulders brushing. Oh.

It felt all too consuming, but you were pulled away from the moment once Tsireya cleared her throat.

"Let's get this lesson started, shall we?" She spoke lightly, but there was a hint of playfulness ebbed into it.

Y/n nodded and looked down at her lap, fiddling with her anklet. She blushed (again, dammit), feeling the scorching gaze of Kiri burning an inevitable hole into her soul.

Great mother, this forest girl was going to be the death of her.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫˚

Time seemed to escape you as eclipse welcomed itself as day turned to night. It was the following day, you hadn't had the chance to follow Tsireya and the Sully's in their daily endeavors as per usual.

Having to catch up on your own chores and help hunt for dinner, you were able to join Ronal and Tsireya to collect some clams.

As Y/n made her way through the maze of intricate woven pathways to the Chief and Tsahiks mauri. The girl was startled at the figures of Kiri and Tuk who were making their way in to said Mauri she was about to enter herself.

Mumbling profanities to herself in Na'vi, she wiped down her palms that were already starting to gather sweat on her upper thighs. Taking in a deep breath, she waltzed into the Mauri only to stumble into the said girl she was hoping not to make contact with.

Kiri whipped around at the sudden contact only to lightly laugh as she once again, beamed at you.

"Y/n, where have you been all day?" Tuk whined at you as she hugged you, wrapping herself around your leg.

You patted her head, cooing at her cuteness before responding to her.

"I had my own chores to do, Tuk. But I'm here now!"

Ronal walked in, holding the bags that would aid you all in being able to carry more clams.

"Let's go, girls." She commandeered you all out of the mauri and towards the seemingly never-ending ocean.

As you all dove into the ocean, the bioluminescent reef life drew you in like a tether. Your connection to the ocean was magnetic, instantaneous. Always there and within your reach.

She could only hope that the Sully's would soon feel the same way, especially now that this was their home.

Y/n came to a stop as Tsireya grasped onto the fish that was akin to wings.

She let Tuk turn around before letting it attach to the little girl.

Tsireya signed to them, "This will help you breathe underwater."

Kiri looked to you astounded, you nodded back in reassurance. You knew how she protective she was of her siblings, especially harmless Tuk.

As Y/n swam her way over to where Ronal was beginning to pluck away at clams, you took out your knife - beginning to follow her motions.

Sudden movement beside you caught your attention. Y/n turned her head to see Ronal moving towards a light. Curiosity ate at her, what was that?

She peered around the coral she was removing clams from and saw Tsireya staying close to Tuks side. But where was Kiri?

She followed after Ronal, halting as she gawked at the sight laid out before her.

Kiri was crouching down, maneuvering in sync with the school of fish adjacent to her.

Ronal did not know what to make of this, but due to her overwhelming deep connection to Eywa as well. She knew that this was some sort of sign.

The Sully's must stay.

If Y/n heard her Tsahik thoughts she'd eagerly agree. But her reasons differed from that of spirituality. Instead hers was from that familiar fondness bubbling deep in her chest.

She glowed as if she were the moon itself.

In sheer awe, Y/n could only desire for a possible way to capture this moment for as long as her brain demanded of it. Although she had a feeling this was a moment of significance that would resonate with her for a long time.

A tap on her shoulder broke her from her personal reveries.

"Let her be, we must continue." Ronal signed.

"Yes, Tsahik." Y/n signed back.

Swimming back, she briefly to have one final gaze at Kiri.

It was as if she was looking through rose tinted lenses, this definitely seemed more than a crush now.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫˚

Kiri was no fool, Y/n was a clumsy one - that's for sure.

But she was more than well aware of the effect she had on the Metkayina girl.

At first, she did not know what to make of it. At that moment, she could only wish for once that she was as dense as Lo'ak. But alas, that was not the case this time.

Every time you made her heart feel like it had soared all the way back to the forest, she would block it out. Kiri felt as if she had bigger fish to fry, lives at stake.

They weren't in the clear yet, and she was essentially made out to be a demon to the entire clan.

So while she thought you fumbling around her was endearing, Kiri could not let it enter the forefront of her mind.

The attempts at doing so failed though.

You were everywhere.

If it wasn't at lessons, it was with her siblings. If it wasn't with her siblings, it was in the ocean. You were always there, and it was all at once.

Days blended into weeks, and weeks became months.

You'd never acted on your feelings, continuing to be oblivious to the fact that the other party had begun to return them.

It hit her like a tidal wave one afternoon.

It had been a few days after her brothers had gotten into a beating to protect her. While she found it funny initially, it now dawned on her.

Was that truly how everyone thought of her? Did Y/n see her in that way?

Her feet dipped in the water as she sat to the side of one of the many walkways that weaved around the Metkayina village.

Kiri watched in the distance as Tuk threw fish in the air, happily cheering as her Ilu jumped up to eat it. Neteyam laughed at her and squeezed the youngest Sully's shoulders.

Her ears perked up, tilting at the side where the sound of footsteps drew closer to her.

Y/n sat down beside her, letting her legs also dangle as her toes dipped into the ocean.

There was a very obvious space between them, Y/n didn't want to be overbearing. She had not been there when the fight broke out, but she was more than self-aware of the aftermath.

While it looked like Ao'nung was becoming buddies with the sons of the renowned Toruk Makto. She could only wonder how Kiri must have felt.

They'd become a lot closer in the last few weeks. Y/n could only hope that due to that, it didn't look too odd that she looked out for her.

"Ao'nung and his friends can be a pain, I'm sorry." She treaded lightly with her wording, unsure of how to approach the conversation.

But Y/n couldn't settle, especially having witnessed Kiri become far more reserved in the past few days.

Kiri finally turned to glance at her.

Y/n watched as her mouth opened and closed a few times. It reminded her of the fish that swam beneath their feet.

In spite of that, she waited.

She'd wait for however long it took for her to find the proper words. To convey the train of thoughts that were spiraling in that pretty head of hers.

Finally, she caught them. "I just wish I wasn't like...this." Kiri trailed off, envy riddled in her tone.

Kiri looked down at her hands.

Y/n looked around before scooting closer.

Her hand reached out, hovering over Kiri's for a second. She grasped it in her own.

"This version of you is what makes you who you are. My clan has not granted Uturu to anyone not of Metkayina before. They simply fear the unknown." Y/n explained as she let the feeling of the ripples of the water hitting her legs consume her.

Kiri was going to respond, yet you continued.

"Yes, my people are acting on said fear irrationally. For that, I am deeply sorry. But, in due time - they will grow to accept you all. Just like, uhm, I have." You squeezed her hand before letting it rest on her lap once again.

Kiri had to hold herself back from complaining about it, she already missed your touch. Once again, she had to jump through hurdles to find her words.

All she could muster out was her usual smile (that she had yet to realise was only reserved for you). And a "Thank you, Thank you so much."

Your hand reached out again, yearning for Kiri's hand but instead, you placed it on her shoulder.

Eclipse was nearing, you must go.

Y/n did not utter another word as she stood up. She turned, making her way back home.

Kiri's legs were only partially in the water. Even so, she felt like she was six feet under.

The ardent flames blazed beneath her heart. Abruptly, you now existed in the forefront of her mind. Shit.

Your eyes, your teal body, your hair. Everything that consisted of you, and only you. It sunk into every crevice of her soul, making itself snug and at home there.

The way you smelled, like the ocean yet also the flora that surrounded the village. How you held yourself differently amongst your friends compared to the elders of the community.

The way you took Tuk under your wing, how the moment she landed her Ikran in an unknown place. You treated her like anything but the harsh words she thought she was.

Just like that, you had become her entire world.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫˚

You and Tsireya giggled together as you continued to weave fishing nets that would be used for tomorrow's hunt.

As you reached for more rope, a shadow cast over you both - hindering the sun from entering your family's Mauri.

Both of you frantically looked up, your shoulders sinking down as you only saw Kiri standing there.

"Oh, Kiri! I didn't know you were joining us." Tsireya commented her elbow nudging into your side. You wanted to smack the girl.

Kiri's eyes darted around your mauri, her behaviour suddenly mirroring yours. "Uhm! No, I actually wasn't. Actually, can I borrow Y/n for a moment?"

Y/n's eyes widened, finger-pointing at herself in question.

"Yes, you." Kiri sighed.

Tsireya nudged you again, forcing you to stand up.

"Be my guest!" She mused, giving you a wink as Kiri turned around.

Your hands made a choking motion, making Tsireya only howl in laughter.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n made her way out of her Mauri.

Kiri nervously twiddled her thumbs, "Follow me."

Before you could ask her where you both were even going, she had already started walking away.

Y/n stumbled, following after her.

It was silent, nearing the eclipse. Kiri brought you over to a part of the village that was usually uninhabited at this part of the evening.

You began to feel nervous as folded your arms over your chest, feet kicking at the sand under you.

"Sooo..." You said to try to break the silence. Her stomach was churning, and her appetite for tonight's meal has vanished in an instant.

Kiri looked out into the crystal-clear ocean, before peering at you.

"I-I. I like you! I know, I shouldn't. But you're absolutely maddening, do you know that? You're so clumsy, it's stupid that it's so adorable. You weren't supposed to have this impact on me! I just wanted to learn the people's way!" Kiri confessed, words spewing out of her like a waterfall.

Y/n could only survey her, mouth agape. Kiri was restless as she paced around.

"You always say something, why aren't you saying something?!" Kiri demanded, still not being able to settle.

Y/n fumbled, trying to appease the poor girl. "Well, I- I didn't know you were into girls."

"Infuriating!" Kiri threw her hands up in the air.

The immensely shocked girl cleared her throat. Tucking strands of her behind her ear, she took determined steps towards Kiri.

Her hands fell onto her shoulders, effortlessly making her halt all movements.

"I'm the infuriating one? I swear to god you're Eywa in disguise. I thought this whole time, that this was all one-sided! I stayed silent, and I yearned for you from afar. Yes, I'm clumsy, and I'm bad with my words most of the time!" Y/n heaved for a breath, before continuing.,

"Yet, I still like you. And I always will, because I've become accustomed to you. I see into you. Kiri, please. Look at me." She grasped her chin, turning it so they could look into each other's eyes.

"You see into me?" Kiri questioned, leaning her forehead against yours.

Lips hovering over the other, you gushed in response.

"Of course I do."

Her hand nestled into your hair, pushing you further in. Breathing and taking each other in, your lips met in a searing kiss.

You separated from each other once you both had to catch your breath.

"Don't those lessons come in handy?" Kiri inquired, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"Shut up." Y/n muttered as she smacked Kiri's arm that had wrapped around her waist.

The lovesick girl could only laugh in retaliation, urging you into a warm hug.

You were both fools, but you acted in such a way just to please the other.

Thank Eywa you are both into girls.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˳೫˚

BONUS :

Tsireya let out a silent cheer as she high-fived Lo'ak.

"I knew it!" She mused whilst leaning into the young boy.

Lo'ak could only groan in disgust at the blossoming couple before him.

"I was the only one supposed to be in a relationship right now!" He whined.

Tsireya rolled her eyes, smacking him on the back of his head.

Skxwangs.

𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ━━━ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

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For Prompt Night: Charles Xavier x fem!Reader with Prompt #118: “this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

118 - "This isn't adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you"

HELLO!! I was wondering (& hoping) to see your name tonight :))

Warnings: She's actually writing Charles X content without porn?? Absolutely shocking. Uh no, no smut here, just fluff and post-Cuba content. Actually, this got way angstier than I was expecting (oops, pls feel free to request more if it's too sad)

As per usual with Charles fics, telepathic conversations are in italics.

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You were still shaking, over 24 hours after it had happened. You'd not been able to see him initially, the hospital admitting you also. You'd insisted you were fine, but the second they put you in a warm blanket and began to give you some fluids to treat you for shock, you realised very quickly that you were not fine, and you'd all but blacked out in the uncomfortable bed.

Luckily for you, your injuries were purely superficial and the sleep had been enough to see you fit enough for discharge.

Not like him.

When you found out he was still unconscious you thought you were going to be sick. They were scanning him every couple of hours, planning and cancelling and re-planning surgeries multiple times a day.

You didn't go home, you couldn't. You wouldn't shower, and you wouldn't eat unless the nurses came in and forced you to have a tray of the bland hospital mush. You sat in the chair beside his bed, still in the now ratty and dirty yellow-and-black suit you'd worn on the beach. The sand trapped in it was rubbing your skin raw in places but you couldn't really feel it. You just sat there, shaking, as you watched him lie so still.

Charles was never still. For as long as you'd known him, he did not sit still. He fidgeted, he got up and walked around, he was checking something or looking for his pen or making sure that everyone else around him was okay. His mind was too busy for a man to sit still. It was one of the many, many things you adored about him.

Charles Xavier and his stupid big heart.

It was the main reason you were in the situation you were currently in. Because stupid Charles and his stupid heart wanted to trust Erik. And all Erik wanted was blood. Any like, any respect, any anything, you'd once felt for Erik was gone. He'd done this to Charles, your Charles. He'd put him in this ugly bed with the thin sheets and the gown that made him look white as a ghost. He was the reason your Charles was laid with his black hair fanned out, hands peacefully crossed over each other, breathing so slowly that you'd burst into hysterics believing he was dead and it had taken a nurse and several sweet teas to calm you down.

If you ever saw Erik Lensherr again you'd kill him. There was no doubt about it in your mind.

You were sleeping when it happened. At first, it felt like an itch, right at the back of your head, but you recognised it instantly.

"Y/N," The voice rang in your head clear as day, a familiar weight settling into the back of your head that you hadn't realised just how much you'd missed.

You couldn't reply, because once again you were trembling and crying. Because he was alive. Nothing else mattered.

"Ow," that time it was out loud. The accent was distinctly his, but his voice was raspy from lack of use. "Dear, can you bring me a cup of water, please?" If you could have, you would, but you were currently consumed in delayed panic, the thought that he'd died so real and so fresh that it was all you could think of. You just about managed to ring the bell for the nurse before you completely collapsed.

You had to be taken out of the room for a moment for the doctors to assess Charles and for you to calm down, although that temporarily sent you further over the edge and you had to be handed a brown paper bag to breathe in. You couldn't shake the fear that was gripping you, you were completely consumed by the concept that he'd died. You didn't understand why because you'd seen him wake up, but it wasn't enough. You wouldn't believe anyone until you could touch him.

You were forced to wait an hour before you could see him. They were explaining to extent of his injuries to him, and a nurse was trying to do the same for you. You'd managed to understand and grasp onto the word paralysed, but you were in no state to process any further information. You didn't care about long term care plans, not right then.

And then you were allowed to see him.

And he was sat up, cheeks flushed once more and ruddy smile back in place and he was alive.

"Hello, Love," you nearly fell to the floor in tears again, but he was holding his hand out for you and you managed to reach out to touch him and god, he was warm and real and alive and that was enough. You threw your arms around his neck and sobbed freely into his shoulder.

Charles couldn't seem to form the words either, because although he was holding you tightly, he was whispering sweet nothings and soothing words directly into your mind.

When you finally pulled away he was wiping your tears and you were wiping his and it was a total mess, completed with a salty, wet kiss.

"I thought I lost you," was all you managed to wimper, your hands scrabbling for purchase against his skin. It wasn't sexual, you just needed to feel him. He was nodding against your skin, also clamouring for the contact.

"I know, love, I know,"

"I didn't know what I'd do-" you trailed off, unable to continue as you kissed him deeply once more.

"Let's get married,"

"No,"

"No?" You stared at him, and for a second it felt like he'd died all over again.

"No, you don't want to marry me, Y/N," you were shaking your head, tears now falling silently, gripping onto his hands as if he was going to slip through your fingers once more. "Listen to me, I love you, I love you more than you can possibly comprehend. But you don't want to marry me,"

"I do,"

"Y/N, you're in shock. That was deeply traumatic, look at you, this is just adrenaline, okay? It's relief,"

"No,"

"Yes. Look at me, I'm paralysed. I can't walk, I can't do a lot of things. I'm a burden now, and you're not to take responsibility for me, because you made a promise when you were in shock or otherwise, understand?"

You didn't understand. Charles was a constant in your life. You'd never really thought about marriage or commitments in the long term until he'd been shot in front of your eyes. You didn't realise that your entire life felt meaningless the second he wasn't in it until he wasn't in it.

You left the conversation for a few months. Giving Charles and yourself the time you needed to heal and recover. There were a lot of adaptations to be made, and lots to learn about Charles' new body. The one constant through the whole thing was that you'd not changed your mind, even for a fraction of a second.

You were laid in bed, your head on his chest as you listened to him talk you through his plans for the new school. It was the first time you'd heard the pain completely leave his voice, filled only with excitement for the future he was building for his world. He paused to look down at you for a second.

"It wasn't adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you,"

There was a pregnant pause in the air

"I know,"