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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: “You’ve heard of a good night orgasm, right? Well, this is a get well one.” Nathan's sick and has a pretty strange idea for a cure.

A/N: Nathan brainrot so big atm guys. Nathan and Reader are already in a relationship.

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, banging when someone's ill, swearing, typos, overuse of italics, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2870

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Nathan was surprisingly good when you were ill. Attentive, caring, considerate.

You’d asked him about it once, his offhand reply being a mumbled: “If there’s a bug in a system, you fix it, you don’t just wait and hope it’ll sort itself out.”

When Nathan was sick however, it was a completely different story.

He was absolutely god fucking awful to deal with.

Grumpiness up to eleven. Snapping at everything and refusing to slow down or take a break. Working himself to the point of exhaustion and then further still.

It was idiotic. But it was Nathan.

So when you walked into the living room to see him on the sofa, curled up and looking washed out it was a bit unexpected.

He definitely wasn’t hung over, hung over Nathan was a sight to behold. Constantly trying new concoctions and cures that you were sure wouldn’t have been out of place in a history book about medieval torture.

You paused, a little frown forming on your forehead. Uncertain at first if he was sleeping or not, and whether to disturb him.

He seemingly made the decision for you. “Baby?” He flopped his hand onto the back of the sofa, vaguely in your direction, and groped around a little, his eyes still closed.

He sounded weak, drawn in, and sorry for himself. Very unlike the Nathan you were used to.

You moved to him quickly, taking his hand and squeezing before leaning down and placing your cool hand on his feverish forehead.

He let out a little sigh of contentment.

“You’re sick.” You muttered, kissing his temple.

“No.” He grumbled. There he was, there was your Nathan. He kept his eyes closed.

“Uh huh.”

“Uh uh.” He tugged on your hand lightly, moving it closer to his chest. “Not sick.”

“What’s wrong then?”

“Bateria, or viruses. Invading my bloodstream.”

“So… sickness then?”

He cracked open his eyes to give you a look. “Come lay down with me?”

The puppy dog expression nearly got you, Nathan was very good at sweetness when he wanted something.

“So you can get me sick?” You chuckled.

“Yes.” He pouted.

“Are you admitting you’re unwell?”

“Just lay down with me.” He grumbled, his usual sarcasm didn’t quite have the same bite when he looked as if he might nod off at any moment.

“Okay.” You pretended that it was a huge effort on your part, moving to sit. But Nathan shifted quickly, a little too quickly, as small multi-colored spots danced in front of his eyes. And urged you into laying down flat on your back, your head against the armrest, before snuggling up to you.

He laid his head on your chest and breathed out deeply, closing his eyes once more.

You put your arm around him, just nudging him a little closer and he let out a little murmur of comfort.

He nodded off almost immediately, breathing softly against you.

With the sudden technical skill of a surgeon, you managed to fish your phone out of your pocket without disturbing him and spent the better part of 40 minutes browsing mindlessly.

Nathan shifted, groaning a little as he moved. He stayed quiet for a few seconds and you thought he had fallen back asleep before he sighed again and looked up at you. Blinking his eyes heavily.

“What time is it?”

“Nearly 12:30.”

“Ugh.” He rolled his eyes and buried his face back into your chest. “I feel like shit.” His breath was hot.

“You look like shit too.”

“Thanks.”

You rubbed his back and smiled. “Can I get you anything?”

“No.” His voice was still muffled from where he was pressed against you. “A new body maybe.”

You leant a little closer and whispered conspiratorially. “That can be arranged.”

Nathan sniggered into you and stretched, flopping his left leg over both of yours.

The press of his hard cock against you made you pause.

You said nothing for a moment, just waiting until he slowly started to grind against your leg. A subtle action, seemingly trying to be sneaky about it.

“Nathan.”

“Hmm?” He said, keeping his head tucked into your chest.

You put your phone down. “What are you doing?” You said in a sing-song voice.

“... Nothing.”

You pressed your leg against his crotch and he moaned loudly, his fingers digging into your skin.

“Sure, sounds like nothing.” You tease.

He groaned and looked up at you, a small pout on his lips. “It’s not my fault.”

“Isn’t it?”

He grumbled quietly, shifting again in a pretense moving so that he could prop himself up on his elbow. But really using it as an excuse to grind up against you again.

“No,” he sulked, his cheeks a little flush. “It’s not. Can’t help it.”

“Can’t you?” You teased, unable to stop smiling.

“No, not when you’re all close and, ugh,” he groaned, burying his head between your breasts and pushing them up against his face, “these are right here.”

You laughed loudly. “Am I that distracting?”

He nodded. “Very.”

You chuckled again. “Sorry.”

“I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah?”

“Hmm.”

“Good dream?”

He moaned softly and shifted again, settling fully on top of you and weakly rubbing his dick against your thighs. “Yeah.”

You grinned. “I’m not fucking you while you’re sick Nathan.”

He let out a low groan of frustration. “I’m not sick.”

“Yes you are.”

“Finnneee, I’m sick, but fucking you would cure me, I’m sure of it.”

You can’t stop giggling at the weak lamenting tone he’d quickly adopted.

He grinned, chuckling before he quickly schooled his face back into a pout and puppy dog eyes. ��Pretty please?”

You laughed harder.

“Don’t you love me?” He batted his eyes at you.

The fit of giggles wouldn’t stop.

“Come on,” he sat up a little, leaning closer so that his face was near yours. “You’ve heard of a good night orgasm, right? Well, this is a get well one.”

“A get well orgasm?”

“Yeah, you know? Releases endorphins, makes your white blood cells work faster, kills bacteria…” He gave you a lopsided grin. “I’m convincing you, aren’t I?”

“I’m glad you’re not a biologist.”

He purposefully poked out his bottom lip. “Please? I’m sick.”

“Nathan.” You grinned, enjoying his little display far more than you would ever let on.

“You’re meant to take care of me.”

“And, why is that?” You lean closer to his face, nearly brushing your lips against his and moving back slightly when he tried to close the gap.

He groaned a little, wiggling his hips between your legs and you let him. “Because you’re kind, because you love me.”

“I don’t know about that.” You teased.

“Because you love me.” He repeated, giving you a little glare. “Because it’ll help, and…” he sighed, purposely dropping his shoulders and failing his arms a little.

This was too good. Far too good. Something about his slightly forlorn brattiness was just so endearing. “And?”

“And I’m really fucking horny okay? Like so horny, like just let me rub against you and I’ll cum in my pants and take some medicine and go to sleep, I promise.”

You bite your lips together and smile. “You’d actually take some medicine?”

He nodded. Nathan not shutting down the idea of taking pills was a feat on its own.

“Alright.”

His whole face lit up. “Alright?”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, but you gotta behave, take the tablets, and rest, yeah? Work on getting better.”

He nodded quickly. Seemingly finding new energy as he sat up a little.

“Okay,” you began to move your legs, intending to get up from the settee and drop to your knees.

“No, no, no,” Nathan hooked his hand behind your knee, urging you back to your previous position. “Please, stay here, hmm? I want to…” He pulled at your waistband softly.

You took pity on him. “Do you want these off?”

“I want it all off.”

You sighed exasperatedly, an over the top sound for his benefit only. But you smiled as you did so. Quickly, you began to pull off your clothing. “You sure you’ll be okay, I don’t want you passing out or dying on me.”

Nathan sniggered. “I’ll be fine.”

He helped you out of your top and pulled your trousers off your feet before dumping your clothes in a pile on the floor.

He let out a satisfied groan and kissed your breasts, nuzzling into your skin happily.

You laughed as his beard tickled your skin.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he mumbled, breaking away from the embrace only to pull off his hoodie.

“The point of this is to make you feel good.”

He tutted and rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah.”

“Don’t ‘yeah, yeah’ me, Bateman, I’ll-”

With a surprising speed, he leant up and kissed you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your mouth and grinding his still clothed erection against your core.

He broke the kiss, grinning wildly when you moaned.

You scowled. “Trying to give me your germs?”

“Oh, you’ve already been exposed to them, baby.”

“That doesn’t mean I want to be exposed to them anymore,” you playfully swatted at his arm.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grinned before gently taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it softly before lapping at it with board flat licks.

You squirmed under him, your thighs clenching around his waist instinctively. Your breathing hitched and you tried to get a hold of yourself. “What’s with all this ‘yeah, yeah’ attitude?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, scooting further down your body. “You’ll have to fuck it out of me I guess.” He gave you a perfectly innocent smile before diving between your legs.

You didn’t know whose moan was louder, yours or Nathan's, the second his lips and tongue touched your core.

He laps broad strokes through your folds, ending with a swirl of his tongue around your clit before repeating the whole process over again. He groans with each lick, unable and unwilling to stop himself from grinding against the settee as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Humming happily when you buck and arch up against him.

He looked up at you, watching your face as you moan with his large doe eyes blown wide with lust.

Teasingly, he dips his tongue into your heat, growling from deep within his chest as new wetness flows out of you. He slides up again, achingly slowly to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Slowly he circles it twice with the very tip of his tongue, drawing out the sensation as you gasp and moan under him, before attacking you with long, wide licks fully against your clit. Repeating the motion again and again and again until you can’t even begin to think of anything else.

“Nathan,” you moan, your thighs shaking, your breath catching in your throat as you beg him to go faster, harder, anything. “Please.”

He ignores you, seemingly content to continue his onslaught at the exact same pace and firm pressure. But his eyes twinkle as you plead.

You try to buck up against him quicker, moving your hips so you can reach that sweet peak that’s so tantalisingly close.

Nathan predicts your movement, knowing all your moves, and leans up slightly with every thrust, only allowing the same constant press and glide of his tongue against you.

“Nathan, Nathan, please,” you implore him as your release creeps closer, sparking up your spine and down your legs.

He keeps his pace, watching you with glee as he slowly pushes you over the edge.

You cry out loudly, your thighs clamping around his head as he continues to lap at you. Pleasure washes over you as your cum soaks into his beard. He allows himself a split second of a pause to savour it, moan quietly at the taste, before his eyes are back open and he’s continuing those long, long licks.

As you start to come down your legs relax and Nathan pushes them lightly back down, still not taking a break in his actions.

“Nathan,” you whine, tingles of oversensitivity running over your clit.

He keeps his eyes on your face, hungry and wild. “Uh uh,” he mumbles against you, still licking.

You squirm, trying to get away from his tongue even as pleasure starts to build up again. You know that if you really wanted him to stop all you had to do was say the word and he would.

This time your orgasm builds faster, hardly waiting until your first has finished.

You rock against his mouth, moving with him as he sneaks his hand under your ass and starts to urge you to chase his tongue.

He presses into you harder, pushing at you with his hand until you’re nearly curled up on yourself. And he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give you pause as he pushes you closer and closer, relentless in his need to get you to cum on his tongue one more time.

Your moan reaches an even higher pitch as you grasp at the cushions and sofa, trying to gain any traction to thrust up against him harder.

Nathan takes his cue, quickly latching onto your clit and sucking, flicking the tip of his tongue lightly over the very tip and you scream.

Pleasure burns along your nerves, whiting out your vision as you buck against him uncontrollably, cumming so hard you see stars.

He moans, continuously sucking and following your movements, allowing you to rut against his face however you want as you cum.

The next thing you know he’s kneeling between your open legs, his beard satuatured with your wetness.

He suddenly doesn’t look ill at all, and you begin you wonder if you’ve been had.

For a second he watches your chest rapidly rise and fall as your breathing slows before he is taking himself in hand and notching the head of his fat cock at your entrance.

His eyes flick up to your face for a second, silently asking.

You nod, too exhausted to do much more, and then he’s pushing in.

You gasp, the stretch of him is always a little surprising at first, especially when you’re spread this wide.

Nathan bites his lip, easing in slowly and gazing down at you like you’re a banquet set out just for him.

He slides in deeper, inching himself in and running his hand up the back of your left thigh, pressing firmly and helping to angle you so your leg is flush against his stomach and chest.

You let out a little whine as he bucks, finally sheathing himself completely.

Nathan gasps, his eyes rolling back as your walls squeeze him, and holds on tightly to the leg pressed to his chest.

He doesn’t start to thrust harshly like you expect, doesn’t piston in and out of you, instead, he starts to grind slowly, barely pulling out and keeping you pressed tightly against him.

His fingers dig into your leg, his other hand going down to softly circle your throbbing clit as he rocks and buries his face into your calf.

You can tell he’s close, the way his stomach muscles tense, how his eyes are screwed shut. You move a little, leaning up slightly so you can meet his deep grinds. For a second, you open your mouth to speak, intending to tell him that it’s okay, that he should just let go and cum like you know he’s desperate to.

But he moves his leg forward, changing the angle he’s kneeling at and you sob in pleasure as his head hits perfectly deep.

You fall back a little with the intensity, unable to control yourself as he moves and does it again.

His eyes are open ever so slightly now, watching you with his bottom lip between his teeth and whimpering as you fall apart under him.

“There?” He whispers and you nod, sobbing as he repeatedly grindes into you, pushing firmly against the same spot over, and over, and over.

You’re unable to form words, unable to think as he just keeps rocking, pushing you further and further into the sofa, splitting you open so completely and shattering your sanity.

You don’t know how much more of this you can take, pleasure running like a live wire along every nerve so that it’s almost painful, almost too much to bear.

Nathan lets out a deep groan, slipping ever so slightly forward so that he has to put his hand next to your head, almost caging you in. His eyebrows pinched together in ecstasy. “Baby…”

And that’s it. That’s what throws you over the edge.

You grab hold of his shoulders as you cum, hard. Surprised at the suddenness and intensity. The force of it robs you of words, of breath as you shake and tense, your toes curling as you clench down on his cock and milk him for everything he’s got.

Nathan cums a second later, watching you fall apart and moaning out your name as he feels you pulse around him. He keeps himself fully in you, cumming as deeply as he can before pressing his forehead to yours and breathing deeply.

“I feel better.” He whispers, worn out and exhausted, before he kisses you.

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idrellegames · 1 year ago

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As of May 26, 2023, brand-new Episode III content is available to play on Wayfarer’s alpha build.

✦ Overview

Part 1 includes 5 playable routes based on your Episode II ending. They are: Aeran’s romance reconciliation, Aeran’s friendship reconciliation, breaking off your MC’s friendship or romance with Aeran at the apartment, Aeran’s low romance (if you do not go to Melchior’s party), and Sleeping with Veyer.

Other routes, such as Melchior's and Kit’s endings, as well as the drunk route are under construction and not available at this time.

370,000 words of cumulative content

An average playthrough is 21,000 words

✦ Story Features

Episode III picks up the morning following Episode II and includes:

The aftermath of the big fight!

A mission going ahead, whether you like it or not

Boat rides

Promises made (or not made) to a questionable person

Reckless and unchecked behaviour

Obliterate your relationships (or try to save them)

A special object of great personal importance

Consequences for your actions and dialogue options

Always remember: you can always make things worse. Whether this is a good thing or not is up to you.

A huge thank you to my patrons for supporting me over the past year while I developed this next section of the game. I hope you all enjoy it.

Episode III will remain a Patreon exclusive until Episode IV is developed and released. You can play it by supporting me at any tier through on my Patreon at patreon.com/idrellegames.

Wayfarer’s next public build patch will release next Monday on May 29, 2023. Patch 2.6. will fix a number of ongoing bugs and issues.

All players must start their playthroughs fresh with a new save once the patch releases, otherwise they will encounter continuity and approval errors.

To fully test Episode III’s new material, I am expanding Wayfarer’s playtester team. If playtesting is of interest to you, please check out the information below.

✦ What Does Playtesting Entail?

Playtesters play the alpha build in search of bugs, continuity errors, and typos. They are essentially an extra set of eyes on the game for new content. They get updates and patches before anyone else does.

Because Wayfarer’s gameplay includes hundreds of choices and many, many variations that build on each other, playing multiple times and checking out different options is essential for testing to make sure each area of the game functions as intended.

✦ Details

You must be 18+.

Playtesting is a volunteer position.

You will be credited in-game as a playtester (this is opt-in).

You must have an active Discord account.

All communication with the playtesting team is done through a private playtester Discord server. You must be willing to be active in that part of the server and submit your bug reports through the designated channels. I do not accept playtester bug reports through any other method.

Playtesting is not free access to alpha content. If you are not active and do not contribute to bug reporting, you will be removed from the playtester role.

You must keep the playtester build link and password private. As a playtester, you are trusted not to share the alpha build’s content. Breaching these terms will terminate your role as a playester and you will be banned from all of Wayfarer's platforms and social media.

If at any point you are no longer interested or do not have the time to be involved, you can opt out, no questions asked!

You must be available to playtest throughout the summer as I develop the next stage of Episode III.

✦ Application Form

Your answers on the application form are kept strictly confidential.

The form is open until June 9, 2023. I will contact chosen playtesters via email by June 11, 2023.

To apply, see the application link below:

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justanamesstuff · 2 years ago

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Unrequited love at the studio - Matty Healy

A/N: It's funny how I don't plan writing the blurbs, but suddenly I feel the urge to post...hope you like it! ♥

Word count: 1.3 k

Warnings: swearing, typos.

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She could listen to them bicker about the song they had been working on for hours. Matty and George were starting to get impatient with the process, partially why she left to brought food and coffee for them. A simple gesture to lift the mood a little.

“This is not working.” Matty started to complain.

“It has to.”

“George…”

“Yeah?”

Y/n stood at the studio door, looking at the pair. If they noticed she was there, they didn’t acknowledge her presence. Their faces close –way too close– to the computer. The program they used was impossible to understand for her. She admired their talent beyond words.

Matty sneaked a hand around George’s arms, he pressed a button and the song started playing. Y/n thought for her insides that anyone would love it just like that, although she knew Matty –specially– and George worked hard to make every song a perfect one.

“This…is shit!” Matty screamed, projecting himself backwards in the chair.

George ignored his comment. “It’s not…I can push this back-” he tried to explain, but Matty was in a difficult mood that day.

“And it will be shit-” he concluded, bugging George.

He glanced at the frontman, saying in a calm tone, “Take the stick out of your ass, mate!”

Y/n decided it was the moment to interrupt before things escalate between the boys.

“Hey, hey, hey…what’s going on, guys?” she entered the room, lifting the food in her hands.

“Fuckin’ finally, you’re here. He’s being an-” George lift his big hands on a praying sign, turning to look at her.

Matty listen carefully to every word G was saying to fought back, interrupting his friend saying, “Georgie boy is not listening to me!” he protested like a little child.

George had his good share of Matty for not only a day, for an entire week. Since Y/n was here, knowing her words had more impact on Matty than him, decided it was the moment to take a break.

G lift his slender body from his chair, without sparing a glance at Matty. “I’m going for a smoke. Good luck!” he wished her, leaving a sweet kiss on the top of her head.

Once they were alone, Y/n approached the man in question. She reached for his shoulders, massing them slightly. The tension on his body was palpable for her.

“Okay, big baby…what’s going on, mhm?” she inquired him.

Matty let him body relax, leaning back on her touch.

“Nothin’ is going on, darlin’.” he lied, closing his eyes. Off course, she knew better than to believe his little white lie.

“Okay.” Y/n stopped massaging Matty, going to plop down onto the couch. Matty felt the loss of touch, turning on the swivel chair to look at her.

Matty groaned loud. “Don’t ‘okay’ me.”

Y/n smiled wide, reaching for her coffee cup. “Okay.” she mumbled, taking a big sip.

Matty waited for her to keep asking, she didn’t. Y/n stayed in silence, watching every one of his movements.

“Agh!” Matty whined, joining her on the couch. He started talking even though Y/n kept her mouth shut. “I haven’t slept…George is not really hearing what I’m saying…” he wobbled from side to side, finally resting his head down on her lap. Matty reached for her hand, leaving it on his head.

Y/n answered his silent request, running her hands through his hair. She was accustomed to finding herself in that position with Matty. The action calmed his nerves better than anything else.

“Why you didn’t sleep?” Y/n asked him softly.

“I can’t stop thinking about this stupid tune.” he rubbed his face on the fabric of her trousers.

It couldn’t be only that. “What else?”

“Nothin’ else.” Matty murmured.

Y/n decided to went with his lie, don’t push him when he wasn’t ready to talk. “Mhm, sure.” she let out, both of them falling into a comfortable silence. Y/n continued touching his hair.

“Where were you last night?” Matty asked out of the blue, startling Y/n a little.

“Why? I’m suspect for a murder or something?” she tried to joke, trying to get a look of his face. Matty kept his eyes closed, enjoying her touch once more.

“Maybe.”

“Well, in that case…I was out.”

“With whom?”

Y/n was aware she could talk about anything with him. “Lana got cheated on by her boyfriend- Well, now ex. Why?”

“That sucks…” Matty felt bad for even asking.

“Yeah, she’s not doing great right now.” she shared, watching friends suffer it was another kind of pain.

“I like Lana, she’s great…feelin’ sorry for her.” Matty kept the conversation going.

Y/n felt intrigued about his questions. “Now you know where I was.” she stated.

“Yes.”

“Why you asked?”

“Never mind.” Matty was ashamed, embarrassed to express his true worries from the night before.

“Matty-”

“It’s stupid.” he said, turning so he could look up at her face.

“Just tell me.”

‘Fuck it’, Matty thought. “You mentioned John the other day- You were ignoring my texts, you never do that-”

Y/n couldn’t help to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Matty, baby, you were feeling needy?” she teased him.

He tried to act up as if her calling him ‘baby’ didn’t affect him. “Forgetit.” he chocked into his words.

After a brief pause, Y/n instructed him, “Get up.” He groaned, lifting his tired body. He went to returned to the chair when Y/n took his hand.

She was laying down on the couch, using all the space to lay down comfortably, “Come here, you need sleep.”

“I have to work…” Matty tried to protest, but the bags under his eyes convinced Y/n to keep trying.

“A nap is self caring sometimes, George is going to understand.”

“Fine.”

“Come here.” she invited him, opening her arms.

Matty looked at her, still standing, wondering, “Can I use my favourite pillow?” he wiggled his eyebrows to her chest.

“You nasty!”

“Please?” he asked, showing her his underlip, making puppy eyes at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Fine.” she allowed him. “Come on, baby boy!”

Matty scoffed at her nickname, “I’m a man.” he said, resting his head on her chest.

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/n’s hands returned to his head, while Matty breath started to calmed down. He closed his eyes. Matty didn’t hold a moan this time to scape his mouth.

After only 5 minutes, Matty was soundly asleep when George returned to the studio. Matty's snoring welcomed him.

George pointed at his friend body on top of Y/n’s. “What is he doing?”

“Shhh!”

“Fuckin’ ell’”

“Let him sleep, please!” Y/n begged.

George shook his head, returning to move bits around on the computer. Y/n looked at the back of his head.

“You are way too good for him.” G said, breaking the silence.

Y/n blushed. She was thankful Matty was asleep and G wasn’t looking at her. “‘m not.”

“Are you ever going to tell him?”

“What do you mean?” Y/n felt exposed.

George chuckled. “Don’t play dumb with me…” he warned her.

Y/n gave it a real thought. “No.” she finally stated.

“You have high chances…” G suggestively told her. Y/n’s heart fluttered.

She didn’t have a chance or even hope with Matty. Y/n was her friend and friend only. “I don’t…he has a line of girls-”

G interrupted her, “He keeps choosing you-”

“George, shut up, please.” Y/n couldn’t go there exactly when Matty was resting on top of her body, when he was so close and yet too far.

G let her be. “Okay…10 more minutes, and I’m waking up sleeping beauty.” he informed her with an even noise, which made her laughed.

The vibration made Matty pushed his face further into her chest. “With a kiss?” Y/n asked George.

“Off course.”

Part 2

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burning-academia-if · 5 months ago

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You're so fast with the bugfixes, I admire it!

Also I couldn't help but laugh at this tag you put on someone else's ask: "sorry to kind mcs he just finds kindness suspicious at all times"

Sorry Lars, in my playthrough's case you'll have to get used to kindness cause my MC doesn't have a single agressive or mean bone in him. Just deal with it, my guy. Lars being subjected to kindness and care by a sunshine day path MC will be like its own special brand of punishment for him being a jerk. A sort of reverse karmic justice.

I specifically kept the update to a Friday because I'm always free Saturday and that way I could spend the whole day bug fixing 🫡 honestly 9/10 of the time I just did a typo or forgot a "$" which takes a second to fix

Also yes kind mc with Lars is just him learning kindness is real and he can be safe with people! It's a sweet dynamic once it gets going. It probably does feel like punishment to him tho because he's so uncomfortable when it comes to kindness like "what do I do with this??" Lol

#em answers #ch: lars

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confessionbrain-writings · 2 years ago

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Summary: You and your team were transferred to camp Warhorse. And even though the squad was welcoming, there was one big ass grump who wasn't happy about your arrival.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: sexual tension, swearing, implied sex

Word count: approx 2,8k

A/N: Hi there lovelies! So I guess I just jinxed myself about a month ago when announcing that I was close finishing this one-shot. Besides that I was ill for a short period and working full-time, it's now kind off finished. I wanted to keep this a one-shot but as I was writing I realized that there were already so many words so there probably will be a part two. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Feedback is very welcome!

Three weeks has passed since we - my team and I - were transferred to camp Warhorse. They experienced some mechanical issues with their vehicles and had to deal with some injured, causing them to be short-handed. So that’s why we were flown in and were welcomed with open arms.

But unlike the welcoming squad, it was clear that somehow Captain Syverson had immediately grown a distaste towards me. And to put it mildly, it bugged the shit out of me. Nothing I did - even though I came up with a brilliant solution to the mechanical problems they were facing - was good enough for this big ass grump.

Was it because I knew what I was talking about? Because I managed to solve the problem so things were running smoothly again? Was it because I was the only female in camp and clearly not bothered to be surrounded by so much testosterone and wrapped his squad around my finger? Standing my ground and keeping them on their toes with my sharp tongue and fast retorts?

I had no idea, but what I did know was that I was starting to lose my temper. Sensing Captain Syverson’s unfairly gorgeous crystal-blue eyes shooting daggers at me when someone of his squad laughed at my jokes. Seeing how his bushy-covered jaw tensed as he clenched his jaw, almost like he had to restrain himself from speaking. It was unfair how he acted towards me, but what was even more unfair was how I was attracted to him. I kept telling myself that it was pure physical attraction, because why in heaven’s name would I be attracted to someone with that kind of attitude?

It was common knowledge that being abroad could create some sexual frustration. Maybe thats why he was being a jerk, just because his hand couldn’t comply his needs. But that didn’t just apply to men, it also did to women and so also me. Of course, I had countless dicks to jump on but that was one rule - or more like a guideline - I created for myself. Not hooking up during a mission since it would only make things complicated and probably blow up in my face - figuratively speaking.

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Drops of sweat ran down my back, making the camo green shirt cling to my skin as the sun burned furiously. Who thought it was a good idea to train outside when the sun stood at his highest? Oh yeah, that’s right. It was Mr. Asshole.

I was the last one of the squad who had to flip over the heavy tire from one side of the camp to the other. With a grunt, I toppled it over one last time and straightened my back. Captain Syverson wasn’t the first one to underestimate me and thinking I wasn’t capable of keeping up with the rest, but I proved him wrong by flipping the tire, giving it an extra push so it was just an inch from touching the nose of his boots. I heard a few approved and impressed hums from the squad who were standing in line. They were watching me and waited for the Captain to dismiss us. Trying to control my panting breath, I sent the Captain a skeptical look.

“Again, Turner.” Captain Syverson barked and I blinked. Again? Again what? I just pushed the freaking tire in front of him, exactly like the ones before me did!

Placing my hands on my side, I widened my stance, looking at the tire and then back at him.

“Ya got a question, Private?” He asked, dominance lacing his words. He folded his arms across his chest, my gaze quickly roamed over his biceps, stretching the fabric which covered his corded muscles. No, don’t get distracted by his physique, I told myself. Snapping my gaze back up I licked my lips. Even though I was already burning up because of the heath, that tone made my blood boil. Was he.. challenging me?

I think the scorching temperature had melted my brain because before I knew it I answered him.

“Yeah, I do.”

The squad turned silent and I felt how their eyes were focused on us, switching between me and the Captain. But that didn’t stop me, my hands were shaking from the exertion and frustration.

“Do you always have to be an ass?”

A soft gasp was heard and followed by Private Johnson who stood closest to me and muttered, “Turner, you can’t talk to him like that.” I looked at him and then turned back to the Captain who had his lips pressed to a thin line, clearly not amused.

“Oh I’m sorry,” I started and watched how his eyes narrowed, waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath and cocked my head, my self restraint had sailed by long ago, just like my care about the ranks and him being a superior.

“Do you always have to be an ass, Sir?”

More gasps followed and the Captain’s nose flared. Clearly getting frustrated with my tone and attitude.

“All dismissed, except Private Turner.” He barked and took a step towards me. I kept my head held high, convincing him - and myself - that I wasn’t intimidated by his broad posture, his clear eyes and body language which screamed I am in control here. But secretly it made me tremble a bit. Having him stand so close to me that our chests almost touched.

Damn it, I probably shouldn’t have said that, I was in for some punishment for sure, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s not like we haven’t been bickering but this was quite an outburst.

“My office, now.” He bit through clenched teeth and pinned me down with his dominant stare. I licked my lips and dipped my head.

“Sir.”

Without waiting for him I turned on my heels and made my way to his office which was the opposite direction of where the squad was headed. As they passed me, some watched me with big eyes, some shook their head where someone else muttered ‘white or red roses on your grave?’ which I answered with a cynical smile.

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As I stepped over the threshold of his office, my heartbeat had increased and I realized what I had done. The hot anger now subdued. Would he kick me out? Did I go too far? Oh, I probably did because I called him a fucking ass in front of everybody. What was I even thinking? Yes, he was a dick but he was also the Captain. My own ass was on the line here and I definitely had to try to make it up before my career would end right here.

The sound of his boots hitting the floor angrily revealed that he had entered the hallway. I took a deep breath, folded my hands behind my back and turned to face him, watching how he followed my steps.

“Look, Sir, I have to apologize. I never should have called you an ass.” Out loud, I silently added. I watched how he stepped into the office and slammed the door behind him and locked it.

I opened my mouth to continue but stopped. Wait, what? He locked the door? He locked the door. Oh shit.

In two big strides he was right before me just like when we were outside and our chests almost met. I closed my mouth and swallowed the lump which had been formed in my throat. I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over his pecs, which were right in front of me, since I was staring straight ahead. Up close they eyed even bigger and I watched how his shirt stretched over them as his chest heaved heavily. I could feel his infuriating breath on my sweaty temples.

“Private Turner, I can’t help but wonder if ya want to get a bad note in ya file or want to be kicked out, but either way ya have those stubborn toes hovering on both lines.”

The frustration and irritation were clear in his voice. As he spoke, I felt the vibrations of his chest against mine. The feeling was pleasant, almost like a soft caress over my breasts which made the tips tingle. No, stop. This was not the right time to get aroused, stay focused.

I opened my mouth to answer but before I could answer he continued. “I can’t remember givin’ ya permission to speak, now did I?”

I had lowered my eyes but quickly looked up when I realized I was eyeing the bulge in his pants. Well, up close that looked bigger as well. And promising. If he hadn’t been a pain in the ass and the Captain, I would probably make an exception to my own rules.

“Besides havin’ this attitude ya seem to be gettin’ quite cozy with another Private. This is somethin’—”

I scoffed and he paused, cocking a brow at my rude interruption. Getting quite cozy. He was joking, right?

“I was wonderin’ when ya were goin’ to tell me. Ya think I wouldn’t find out, Private? Believe me, ya not the first nor the last, but I know exactly what is happenin’ in my camp.”

Oh, clearly he wasn’t joking and this accusation made my anger boil right up. Whoever it was to spread this bullshit was gonna have a big problem, but that would be something for later. My fists were clenched and squeezed against my sides. Even though I wanted to defend myself, I was still not giving in and the Captain seemed to notice.

He dragged his teeth over his lower lip - which was hot as hell - and let out a sigh.

“Speak.” The command came out bored but that was all the consent I needed.

“I guess you don’t know your camp as well as you claim.” I bit out and felt my fists besides me start to shake from frustration.

“If you really think I would jump on one of their dicks within a couple of weeks, then you really don’t know me at all and it shows how you’re still underestimating me even though I have proved my worth a couple of times by now. If you’d had the balls you would’ve come up to me straight away when hearing this gossip but you didn’t. You can parade around camp Warhorse like Captain Big Dick Energy but this just shows how narrow-minded and judge-mental you are.”

My breathing was getting heavier with every word that I spat. With every new breath and flow of words my chest brushed against his, creating this pleasant sensation in my chest and slowly making its way to my lower stomach. But now the hot anger was overruling and I couldn’t care how close I stood to him or how I spoke.

The Captain’s brows were furrowed but this time not in anger, it looked like he was judging and thinking. “Even tho’ I do not appreciate that foul mouth of ya, ya tellin’ me the truth? Ya haven’t slept with anyone from the squad?”

The next words flew straight out of my mouth.

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone! For the record, I haven’t sucked a dick or even touched one. The only touching that happend was me on myself by myself. Sir.”

His facial expression stayed the same, he even looked a bit relieved, as he cleared his throat. Clearly not affected by my words and attempt to make him feel awkward.

“Okay thanks for sharin’, Private. I own ya an apology. And I will talk to the ones who have spread the rumors. I will—“

Oh he wasn’t getting away with this so easily. I straightened my back which resulted that my upper-body was totally pressed against his.

“And besides the gossip, I don’t know what I did to make you hate me but you’re treating me unfairly and are acting like a complete jerk!”

“Private!” He snapped and the tone of his voice made me shut my mouth. “I’m still ya Captain here and ya better watch that tongue before I—”

He closed his mouth abruptly as his nostrils flared. The thick muscles of this well trained chest pressed against mine completely. I hadn’t noticed that I had leveled my breathing with his as my heart thudded in unison.

My eyes roamed over his face. His blue eyes looked a bit shocked, his bushy-covered jaw tensed as he clenched his teeth. He seemed like he was— oh! oh.. Something started to press against my lower stomach and I didn’t need to look to know what it was.

Captain Syverson stood across me with a hard-on pressed against me and somehow my white-hot anger from earlier seemed to turn into something else. Maybe it was because the fatigue hit me and I started to get aroused quite fast now, probably both. It has been a while since I felt a dick press against me and somehow it triggered my nerves and hormones in all the right but also the wrong ways. This was the Captain for fuck sake! And he was acting like an absolute dickhead, but how his dick felt on the other hand…

“Or what?” I asked and gave him a challenging look. “Are you gonna punish me?” I pouted at him and that was the last straw.

Before I knew it he had grabbed me, took one stride forward and had me pressed up against the concrete wall behind me. His knee roughly pressed between mine which caused me to widen my stance while he grabbed my wrists and placed them on the wall above my head.

The Captain leaned in, his face so close I could feel his breath fan on my face. “Ya better watch that wicked tongue of yours, Private, before things go south.” His voice had dropped an octave and the way he held me there, or more like caged me in, had me lost for words.

Damn it, even breathing seemed difficult right now. What if things did go south? Oh how I wish he would go down on my blonde south right now. Morals and ranks be damned, I was getting riled up ridiculously fast.

I kept his piercing gaze while trying to control my breathing. I tilted my head and started to grind on his knee, which was still deliciously pressed between mine. The friction caused the pleasant sensation in my lower stomach to convert into liquid heat.

He roughly exhaled through his nose and grabbed both of my wrists in one of his own. The thick digits of his other hand had grabbed my jaw while he leaned in. A small smile started to form on my face. Even though he made my blood boiI, I very much liked the position I was in now.

He grunted when he eyed my challenging smile and opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, there was a knock on the door.

“Cap? We just received a message from our injured. They said it was quite urgent.” Private Jackson called from the other side of the door.

“I’ll be there in 2.” The Captain said but kept holding my stare and his position.

“Alright Cap!” Came Private Jackson’s answer and I heard how he left the hallway. I swallowed and licked my lips.

“Duty calls, Sir.” I purred and held his stare. I didn’t want to show that I was kind of.. disappointed? Even though I still thought that he was a jerk, I was also looking quite forward to what was about to happen. I mean I was now pretty aroused. Either way the sex would probably be rough and hard, the builded tension between us the fuel for the fire, but it would also be hot. I imagined how his calloused hands would hold my hips so firm that he for sure would leave bruises while I would drag my nails across his back and biting his neck or how his di-

“Meet me here tonight, make sure no one sees ya,” he whispered darkly and put pressure on the hold of my jaw. He let me out of his grip, walked me to the door and unlocked it. I stepped over the threshold but he stopped me by putting his hand on my bicep.

“Don’t think this is over yet, Private.”

I was silent for a second and let my eyes roam over his face and down to his toes and then back up to his clear eyes which were turned a bit darker than before.

“I didn’t think it was. Sir.”

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Adult!Neteyam Sully x Omaticaya!Reader

content: established relationship, poor communication skills, fluff, kiss and make up, bad writing, characters aged up

warnings: slight angst, insinuation of smut- but no smut, otherwise nothing i think

word count: 4k

proofread, but barely proofread so sorry for any typos there may be.

a/n: this is my first ever fic posting on this blog. anything that i may write in the future won’t be based off of the canon story, just because my bby boy deserved to live. if it does have details from the comics/movies- it will be loosely based. James Cameron you will pay.

i haven’t written fanfiction since i was fourteen so i’m sorry if it’s shit. be gentle with me. feedback is oh so appreciated. love you❤️

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He kept his head and eyes low, unable to meet your gaze.

His head swirling with uncertainties, shame, and of course- anger with himself. This afternoons interaction with you still in the forefront on his mind, haunting him while he tried to go about his duties with helping the trainees.

He couldn’t get the look on your face out of his mind-

Your big honey colored eyes, wide and hurt looked at him while you twiddled your fingers.

A habit that he picked up on when you were upset or uncomfortable.

You couldn’t believe him. You had finally built up the courage to ask him if he could finally take a night to spend time with you. You wanted to show him a little spot you had found while gathering herbs for Mo’at.

It was perfect, located near where the original home tree used to be rooted.

A small pond with an island of grass near the middle, seemingly perfect rocks set up where you had already imagined him lounging on relaxing, while you finally got to pull out the handmade paints that Tuk had made you.

A couple weeks ago, she had noticed your peaked interest when Norm had brought you to the lab to show you how the new alarm system was set up.

You both frequented the lab together, bothering the scientists for books from earth. Tuk didn’t have much interest, but she was attached to your hip.

So alas, when you went to the lab- so did she.

While Tuk had him distracted- asking him what all the different buttons on the panel on the wall did, you took the chance to wander a couple feet away. You had noticed one of the scientists had left out some strange looking brushes, paper, a tray of multiple colors tabs, glass of water.

You walked over to the table, cautious fingers grazing the paper. You took note of the already painted image on the paper. It looked like a flower of some-sort, you assumed it was one that grew on earth.

You had been mesmerized by the simple painting, and ever since then- you’d been bugging Norm for information regarding different painting styles and art forms.

You had even convinced him to show you a strange moving picture on a tablet that gave you insight on how to wield the brush, flow with the paper, and to trust the process

Norm called it a “how to” video. How strange.

While you were a healer in the clan- your hobbies include making instruments, jewelry, and clothes for the people.

You had thought you could take up the human past time of putting the wet pigment on a piece of paper, creating art that could be passed down. Or even to just make something that was absolutely beautiful.

It had seemed easy enough.

The na’vis traditional way of story telling was through word of mouth and music. Your eyes had sparkled at the thought of sharing past experiences through this form, something different.

And Tuk saw everything. Her being the sweetheart she is, had taken the time (much to Norms displeasure since he was the one to help) and created a couple different paints to gift to you.

When she gave them to you this morning, you had cried like a baby. The gifted paint set wrapped in the cutest way with paper and brushes rolled into a bow of twine.

You hadn’t gotten the chance to show Neteyam yet since he didn’t seem to make it home for lunch in your shared hut, so that lead you to quickly scurry through the trees in search of him during training hours.

While walking to the training field, you let the sun embrace your face while you smiled to yourself. You felt so warm all over, enjoying the very air the great mother had blessed you with.

Neteyam seemed to have to spend more time with his father training lately. You only truly got to see him during the night, but the poor man was always so exhausted when he returned, quickly stuffing his mouth with food that you had prepared so that he would come home to a warm meal, and then promptly laying down to sleep, mentally preparing for the next day.

You always had understood, even when you felt love deprived. You understood why he had to do this and didn’t want to burden him more.

That obviously didn’t mean you didn’t steal him away for the day when he did have a free day. You definitely would and would take him deep into the forest to simply get a moment of peace with him.

Everything seemed to be going so well lately other than that slight detail.

While skipping over streams and following frequently taken trails, your mind drifted to thoughts of his laugh, the crinkle in his eyes when he smiled, how strong his hands were.

It was probably pathetic just how much you thought of your mate, but that didn’t matter as you currently felt a smile splitting your face once his broad back and long braids came into view.

You let out a cute war cry to make your presence known. You thought it would have made made him crack a smile at your more than normal antics.

He was speaking with a fellow warrior, ears perking up when he heard your call.

You didn’t mind intruding, you had done it before and your yawne had always seemed so happy to see you.

Which led you to confusion seeing the grimace on your mates face as he watched you walk up to him.

“Ma ‘Teyam” you purred, reaching out to graze his face. Brows pinching when he moved his head back to avoid your touch. “Why such the long face?”

Your face screwed up even more when he replied. Taking note that the other navi that he had been speaking to quickly walked away.

“What is it that you need right now?” his eyes snapped to the side, not bothering to look your way again.

The curt reply surprised you, never in the many moons you’ve know him and have been mated to him- has he ever been this cold with you, which lead to a pregnant pause before you could spit out a response to him.

“Hmm?” he tried again. His patience obviously already thin.

You felt your hands clasp together, trying to stand up straighter.

Being completely thrown off balance and usual confidence completely squished by your mates sudden coldness, you managed to squeak out an answer.

“O-oh I was just wondering if you’d like to come with me to a new spot I found that I think you’d find very relaxing after eclipse. We could bring a basket with some fruit and a lantern. I was thinking a date night? and Tuk made me some paints that I’d really like to sh-“

“I can’t, sorry narlor”, he cut you off, holding his hand up to signal that he wasn’t finished speaking. “I don’t have time for childish activities now or then. I must go to the meeting grounds tonight to speak with my father for the next raid. In fact you should be with grandmother right now for your own duties, not here.”

Your ears immediately pressed back towards your skull at hearing his tone, hurt filling your body. Tail going still.

It had taken a moment to fully process his words, but by the time you did, he had already pressed a chaste kiss to your head and walked away.

You stood there for a couple more moments, watching his large frame become smaller with distance.

You hadn’t realized that Neteyam had watched your face completely morph from giddy and happy, to like someone had spit in your face. He had to walk away before he changed his mind on the answer he had given you.

He wasn’t happy with how he responded to your question. He wanted nothing more than to take you up on the offer. He felt horrible with how short he was. You were his sunshine.

But he had duties to attend to, and you needed to understand that. Sometimes he couldn’t always the ‘Teyam you’re used to.

He was going to be the leader of the clan soon. The weight of all the responsibility was crashing down on his shoulders. It didn’t help that he had just gotten a heavy scolding from father for letting you distract him lately this morning, leaving him with a bad taste in his mouth.

Jake has been having him out on the field, in meetings, and leading hunts religiously. Taking any spare moment away from Neteyam. He was beyond exhausted and fed up.

Tears gathered in your eyes while you walked home, willing yourself to get it together since you still had duties to finish when you returned.

Just like Neteyam said, you bitterly thought.

The sick and injured were well, still sick and injured. It didn’t stop for your trampled on heart.

So moral of the stories?

All you wanted to do was simply lay with him while you finally got to play with your new paints while he got to wind down after putting in long hours of ensuring that the clan had capable warriors and hunters.

But here you are now, tending to his wounds silently cursing yourself for having shaky hands.

You hated how you currently felt. You felt like you potentially blew earlier infraction out of proportion. Feeling stupid at being so upset at Neteyam for being simply busy.

On the other hand, you wish you would’ve bitten his head off in-front of the trainees.

That would have served him right for giving you the cold shoulder, something he’s never done in the entirety of your union.

Since you had returned home from the training field, the short tempered tone and annoyed face of your dear beloved haunted your mind.

Had you truly caught him at a bad moment or was there something else?

Did he actually find spending time with you childish?

The longer you thought about it, the angrier you became.

How dare he? How dare he just brush you off like that? What could you have done for him to suddenly look at you like another chore?

You had been preparing fresh bowls of water for new rags to go in, loudly sighing every couple minutes while deep in thought.

You hadn’t even hear the familiar footsteps wander their way into the tent.

Neteyam hasn’t been able to look you in your eyes since he stepped into the tsahik’s tent, needing to tend to the large gash on the side of his arm. He had gotten it after flying too close to the cliffs near high camp in the hallelujah mountains.

He had needed to clear his head, or at least that’s what his father barked at him when he kept losing his sparring matches with fellow warriors during their training session this evening.

He was distracted, thinking about you of course.

Distracted when he was training and distracted when he was flying.

He couldn’t get the look you had out of his head. Your trembling lips, the way you shrunk into yourself, and worst of all- the hurt that flashed through your eyes. He hated it. He hated himself in that moment. He hated speaking to you like that. He knows he should clue you in to what all he’s had on his plate lately, but he’s never wanted to put his stress onto your own shoulders. But he had done something worse.

He has dimmed the shine of his sun with his foolish choice of words.

When he had gained control over his ikran and landed, the animal was already prepared to fly off as soon as it felt his body weight jump off the beast. Leaving him to walk the rest of the way home with a bloody arm.

While he walked back to base, the young worrier could not help but to sigh of himself.

Even the banshee was angry with him.

So here he is now, trying not to look at you while you caress his body gently, circling around him. Looking for any other scraps and cuts he could possibly have gotten.

Gentle fingertips running across his skin, leaving trails of sparks.

While you worked on his wounds, you couldn’t help but notice him lean into your touch. Testing the waters and seeking comfort. You allowed the small action, for now anyways.

While you couldn’t help but to heal him with loving touches, you’re still wary of being around him currently.

The pit in your stomach would not go away. No matter how much you tried squashing it down. You could not get his words out of your head.

He knew you were upset with him. Eywa knows you were probably even angrier with him after seeing him walk into the healing tent with a grimace on his face and blood running down his arm. Your face morphed from shock, worry, to irritation as you guided your mate to a table with healing supplies that you had been organizing moments prior to his arrival.

He took the chance to steal a quick glance, peaking up to look at your face.

Big mistake.

The look on your face only made the young warrior feel worse.

Your lips set in straight line, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and tail whipping while you worked. Your eyes slightly swollen, it looked like you had been crying.

Had you been crying throughout the day? He had seen you last hours ago.

His stomach twisted at the thought.

Quickly diverting his eyes, focusing his attention to the dirt on your feet.

Your ears twitched downward every time you found a little scrape or knick around his shoulders. You grabbed the healing salve- wiping it along his shoulders and arms, causing him to hiss in pain with every wipe of thick ointment onto his skin.

You took a look at the cut along his arm that ran from the top of his shoulder to the end of his elbow. It wouldn’t need stitches, but would be annoying to keep clean and to heal properly.

After cleaning the wound and wrapping it with long leaves to ensure that no dirt or unneeded moisture could interfere with the healing process.

Running your fingertips over the choker that adorned his neck, taking notes of the frayed pieces on the front and where it was tied together. Taking a mental note to take off the necklace when he fell asleep to repair it. You wouldn’t want him to lose the dear piece of jewelry during battle, training, or whatever misfortunate adventure Lo’ak drug him into that he would have to fix before their parents found out.

You knew how important the necklace was to Neteyam. It had been the first piece of jewelry that you had gifted him during the period that he courted you.

The craftsmen ship was subpar, you had been only a girl when you made him it. He never let you recreate it for him, saying the original meaning was too dear to him to have a remake.

A gruff clear of his throat dragged you out of your daze and you caught yourself still staring at him. You had been lost in thought.

Why were you even worried about the necklace right now? He’d probably find that childish as well.

Seeing his puppy dog demeanor, caused you to soften your gaze and relax your shoulders. You could tell he was chastising himself for being so careless with not only himself, but also the well-being of his ikran.

But still, you were pissed.

Eywa you were so mad at him.

But regardless, you decided that you would talk later about your earlier conversation. You knew it probably wasn’t the time to bring it up. You had to put your feelings to the side to deal with what was in-front of you.

“____”, he whispered, reaching how to grab your arm. Only missing it by a hair as you walked away from him.

“hmm?” you questioned, rinsing the bloody rag you had used to clean his wounds. You made a mental note to grab more salve and leaves to bring home, so that you could easily change the wrapping at home.

“Can you show me that spot you had spoken about when we’re finished?” he started, planning to make amends and to spoil you with affection to make up for his earlier foolishness. “I’d like to see it and see the paints Tuk had ma-“

“No” you cut him off. Feeling slightly bad that you had cut him off mid word like he had done to earlier that day.

“No?” his eyes widening, not used to you saying no to him.

“Precisely, no. I do not have time for childish activities. Neither do you, or so you said. You have to meet with your father tonight anyways, do you not?” You spat, letting your anger get the best of you. Your plan to not bring it up leaving you the second he asked.

His heart sank to his stomach. He hadn’t meant for you to take his words to heart.

You didn’t let him get another word in.

“I will see you at home.” Your eyes refusing to meet his, you didn’t want to give in on this. You knew if you looked into his eyes, you would grab his hand and lead the way.

Your feelings had been so hurt. Intentional or not.

Suddenly you felt a strong grip on your tail, pulling you into his firm chest. Large arms wrapping around your frame, caging you in.

You immediately started squirming in his hold, trying to get his arms to loosen up on their grip.

Sometimes your really hated how much larger he was than you.

The hold on you only tightened, his lips peppering kisses on your shoulder. His head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Sevin, please.” he urged, hands wildly rubbing your body trying to get to melt into him.

Turning in his hold so that you would be facing him, his hands landing on the small of your back, pressing further into him.

With your ears pinned and eyes wide, you looked up at him. Waiting for him to speak further. Demanding your expression to remain firm, slightly failing when your lip quivered.

He didn’t, suddenly he was lost for words.

You waited and waited for him to say something. When nothing came, you took your exit. You let out a loud huff and broke away from his hold.

Gathering your satchel of personal belonging that you brought with you to the healing tent daily, picking up your shawl and wrapping it around your shoulders. He was your last patient of the day, you were set to go home now.

You left him in the tent without another glance, walking back to your shared tent. As soon as you stepped in, you let out a large sigh. If Neteyam did go with his father tonight, you most likely had a couple hours to reign yourself back in.

Deep down you knew that your mate didn’t need your attitude, you knew he had so much on his plate. He thought that he had been doing a good job keeping work and home separate, trying not to clue you in with how stressed he’s been.

But you knew him. He was your yawne. You had loved him since before you had even knew what love truly was.

You could tell everything was taking a toll on him. You thought about how his demeanor has changed while you took your braids out, they were in serious need to be redone.

Neteyam usually was the one to help you with your hair, but you had not bothered to ask him since that was the last thing he needed to worry about. So you’ll just wash your hair in the morning and leave it loose for the time being, it was your favorite way to wear your hair anyways.

Your poor baby. You were no longer mad, only feeling bad for snapping at him in the healing tent.

You thought about how the way his shoulders hunched, to the sore muscles that you spent hours rolling out, and the smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes lately.

You hadn’t seen him laugh in weeks. You missed it.

While deep in thought, you prepared a quick meal for him to have when he returned. Your stomach has been sour all day, so you decided that you’d just go to bed once the food had finished cooking.

You set out the meal on the table Neteyam had carved last spring, and walked to your shared mat. Bringing the blanket over your head, you allowed to let your bottled up emotions to spill over.

Curling your body up into a fetal position, wrapping your arms around your torso in a make shift self hug- you gently cried, willing yourself to sleep.

Neteyam padded into the hut, the meeting with his father went terribly. He didn’t listen to a word his father said. He was wracked with guilt, knowing your earlier tone was much deserved.

That of course led to Jake roaring at Neteyam, smacking the side of his head in attempts to get his attention. Jake realized quickly that it was a lost cause, his son too deep in thought to even begin to try to pry him out of his mind.

Jake knew he’d been running Neteyam hard, but he needed to be ready for when he was the olo’eyktan. He then decided that he would give his son a week of rest after this next raid was completed. Only needing to report for morning rounds.

After being dismissed, Neteyam headed straight to you.

He saw that the fire was dying and bowl of his favorite stew sat on the table. He didn’t initially see you, but after close inspection he spotted your small form curled up under the blanket sleeping, your hair poking out from the blanket.

His heart clenched at the sight, you usually always stayed awake and waiting for him to return.

He walked over to you and crouched down next to you, peeling the blanket away from your face. He took in your appearance.

Your hair was free from their braids, long raven strands flowing across the pillow. Your sweet face was tear stained and puffy, cheeks stained plum. Your pouty lips swollen from crying.

He mentally kicked himself, you had cried so much today. He wanted to wake you to fix everything.

Deciding against waking you due to you needing rest, he stood to his full height. Walking over to the table, he quickly ate his meal. Taking in his surroundings, he saw the paint set you had been talking about on the floor next to your satchel.

His heart clenched for the millionth time that day at the site. All you had wanted to do was show him your gift.

He vowed then that he would make things right in the morning.

Getting into bed, he tried to get comfortable but he couldn’t unless you were curled up into his body. Turning over to face you, his hand gently gripped your waist, pulling you to him.

He cursed himself and held his breath when you roused from your sleep. Big tired eyes slowly opening, blinking the sleep away as you took him in. You shyly smiled while snuggling in closer, nuzzling your cheek on his chest, placing a light kiss on his pectoral- quickly falling back to sleep.

He smiled at your cuteness, unsure if you were too sleepy to continue being mad. He chose to take this sign of good luck to give you a squeeze, somehow pulling you even closer. Signing to himself, falling into a deep sleep.

You slowly woke out of your sleep to the noises of the busy village and the snoring of your mate. Eyes blinking open, you turned your head to look at Neteyam.

He was sleeping so peacefully. One arm thrown over his face to block out the sun peeking through the tent flap the other firmly placed on your thigh- holding you in place. His chest rising and falling at a tranquil pace. The leaves wrapped around his arm needing a fresh set.

You scrunched your nose at his sleeping form, yesterdays concerns coming back to the forefront of your mind. You didn’t even hear him get home last night.

Tracing the freckles along his arm, battling with yourself whether or not you wants to stay in bed, basking in the warmth of the large man next to you or start to get ready for the day.

Deciding that you should probably get ready, you started to stretch. Raising your arms above your head, stomach hollowing as your back arched off the mat- legs trembling as you held your stretch out, letting out a loud yawn.

Sitting up from your laying position, you looked around your place. Neteyam must have gotten home much later than you anticipated, seeing as all of his ruck was hazardously thrown by the door. His bow and knife resting on the table.

You started to shift, preparing to stand up.

Suddenly you were yanked back down into a hard chest, barely able to breathe due to the hold he had on you. His tail wrapping around your thigh.

“Mhmm, where do you think your going, yawntu?” he purred into your neck, lips ghosting over the skin behind your ear.

“Good morning, ‘Teyam” you replied, trying to pry his hands off of your waist. You were determined to get ready and try out your paints.

Groaning at your squirminess, he flipped you so that your were face to face with him. Nose and lips centimeters away from touching. “We need to talk.” he grumbled, kissing the tip of your nose.

Your heart fluttered at the action, cheeks slowly growing a rosy color. You couldn’t help but to nuzzle your nose against his.

“About?” you questioned, deciding to play dumb. You wanted to see what his response would be.

“About how I spoke to you yesterday. I am so sorry yawne. I..” trying to get his thoughts together, “I should’ve never taken that tone with you and nothing you do is ever childish. I’ve just been so overwhelmed with training that I let it bubble over and took it out on you. Which is no excuse by the wa-“

You cut him off with a kiss, he was starting to ramble anyway.

Your lips danced with each other, lips lazily slotted together in morning bliss, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. Only pulling away when your lungs screamed for air, his lips chasing yours for more. Settling for soft pecks against your lips, he sighed.

“You know I was trying to tell you something important” He quirked an eyebrow. You only giggled, pushing your head in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent in large huffs.

“I know, but I had already forgiven you before you even got home last night. Neteyam, baby, when things are getting to the point of you almost exploding- please talk to me about it. I can’t take the cold shoulder, especially when I don’t know why i’m receiving it. I understand so much more than you know, I don’t want us to spend another day like yesterday again.” You whispered against his neck.

“I will, my sunshine, I will.” He promised, his hand tickling the base of your tail. “Now, I was not a man yesterday, but let me make it up to you and show you how much of a man I can be.” He gave you a coy smile, already starting to flip you so that you’d be straddling him.

“Don’t you have to meet with your father for training?” you questioned, hissing inwardly at yourself for even bring that up. You didn’t want to let him go, you wanted to be selfish.

“I, my sweet one, am a free man for exactly one week. Only exception is to meet for morning rounds, but i think my father will get over it for just one day” he grinned, fingers pressing into your hips.

You couldn’t help but laugh and smile down at him while nodding, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, eyes practically sparkling. You leaned down to connect your lips, leading to a heated kiss.

Muttering I love you’s as hands explored lower regions- hearts pounding with love and desire, grinning into each others mouths.

Maybe you would show him that spot later today.

Laying on your stomach, basking in the sunlight- you were happily painting something the humans called a fairy. You let the paint flow as you created a human like woman with ikran wings.

Neteyam sat on the rocks, lounging with his arms behind his head- eyes closed while your tail is wrapped around his ankle. His skin still wet from the swim in the pond he took earlier with you.

Humming to yourself as you colored in her wings, absolutely content with your life with your mate.

Everything felt like sunshine.

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Always & Forever

okay, hi, welcome, i'm really unsure about this because i've never written something quite so heavy or, in fact, anything Elejah at all so, um, be nice? pwease? and if you see typos, as always, no you didn't. this came about because i recently re-read two masterpieces of the Elejah variety: We Remain, by Anonymous Obssesser (@deathloveshischicagopizza on this platform, sure hope i got that right lmao) and She's Come Undone and Set Free, by @terapsina. and it got the brain juices flowing and the creative bugs going.

you can find me here on ao3. this has also been cross-posted over there.

WARNING: very brief discussion of non-con/rape (because Damon is a dick) but it's more implied than anything else.

as for my ElijahxOC fic readers (if there are any here) i swear to god i'm in the process of writing a new chapter, i promise.

Always and forever.

Looking up at the intimidating walls of the infamous Abattoir, Elena kept those words close to her heart, like a talisman against the dangers she knew lurked inside.

She wasn’t afraid of him. She never truly had been, aside from their first meeting, forever ago in that decrepit mansion in the middle of nowhere. But she was unsure about his brother, and the kingdom he ruled over. Even now, a mere hour after the sun had set, she could see vampires flitting in and out through the doorway, obviously on a mission for their evil hybrid overlord.

Elena took a deep breath, calming her heart. She’d sworn to herself that she wouldn’t think of him in those terms anymore. They were long past that, they had to be, for her own sanity. Besides, the moral high ground was no longer hers to stand on.

She took one step, then another, forcing her legs to move despite the fear. She knew she couldn’t stay the way she was, alone and scared. She knew who she could trust.

She always had.

Hyperaware as she was, she could feel everything. The stares on her as she made her way through a square courtyard, the back and forth glide of her purse against her hip, the smell of blood and bourbon—a scent she had come to associate with New Orleans—but most of all she felt the moment he saw her, as if ripples crashed against her chest in tiny little shockwaves.

A vampire zoomed in front of her, fangs out, eyes flashing red, no doubt trying to intimidate her; that’s how vampiric hierarchy worked (another thing they had neglected to teach her). He didn’t know she had known far, far worse.

She often wondered if the Salvatores knew the first thing about being vampires. She supposed she was lucky Rose had told her some things, the last time she was in town, such as how to act around older, stronger vampires before you inadvertently got your head swiped clean off your shoulders. Or else, she probably would have been long dead, again.

Still, she submitted, as she had always done. She cast her eyes down, her jugular on clear display, and waited. The vampire, a dark-skinned man with wide eyes, immediately stood back, cocking his head slightly. Then he straightened, a telltale look of fear in his eyes.

“I’d recommend not doing that again, Diego.”

His voice, soft and dangerous, just the way she remembered it. But the danger was never for her, not even when he’d cracked the earth open and abandoned her to his sister’s less than tender mercy in that underground cave he knew so well.

Elijah Mikaelson was dangerous.

To everyone else.

“Elena.”

She fought to keep her eyes open. She couldn’t help it, she’d missed the sound of her name on his lips. The way he accented the word a little differently than everyone else, how even when he was stressed or angry, he’d always said her name with a little bit of wonder, an awestruck tone she couldn’t quite understand. She had always been special, she knew—to her parents, their little girl; to her brother, his only sibling; to her friends, the listening ear; to the brothers, for her face; and then, to him. She didn’t understand how she was special to him, but she was, she knew it. His tone of voice gave him away, every time, the soft lilting of the syllables, pronounced with care, each of them a caress that soothed some strange part of her brain.

“Elijah.”

She met his eyes, wider and darker than she remembered them. Actually, no, that wasn’t right, they had been even darker in Willoughby, when he’d kissed her.

Not her. Katherine.

She forced the thought away, she couldn’t afford to dwell on that now. She had other, bigger, problems only an Original brother could help her with. She almost thanked Klaus and his godforsaken curse for bringing him into her life, however inadvertently, because she wasn’t sure what she would have done without him now.

Probably staked herself.

“Can we—” she faltered a bit, eyeing the vampires listening in, trying to pretend they weren’t interested in what a baby vampire could have to say to the king of the city that would warrant even a moment of his time. Because he was the king, she had no doubt about that. Klaus may be the face, but Elijah was the hand behind it all.

She swallowed, putting her blinders on, taking a deep breath. “Can we talk?”

He observed her, his head tilted to the side, a small frown on his brow. She could tell her demeanor alone puzzled him, but she wasn’t surprised. After all, the last time he’d seen her, she’d been on a rampage across the country, his little sister in tow, searching for a cure she obviously had not taken. He rallied quickly, turning halfway, gesturing to door behind him. It led to an indoor dining room area and she briefly panicked; It was too reminiscent of the boarding house.

“Not—not here, hum… Would you mind…?” She turned back towards the lobby, the doors still wide open.

He softened, his hands going back into his pockets. A clear message to her—an everyone else—that he meant no harm. She’d learned that particular tell of his long ago.

“Of course.”

She felt his hand at the small of her back as they walked outside into the evening air. She still felt slightly claustrophobic indoors, even in an open courtyard, the presence of a dozen vampiric eyes on her certainly not helping. It reminded her too much of the almost scientific fascination the brothers had when they were trying to force her back into a humanity she wasn’t certain she wanted anymore.

And therein laid her problem.

The switch was back on, she knew that; she could feel it, just as she herself simply… felt. But it wasn’t pushed back completely, there was a jam, a missing piece, a core memory she still couldn’t access. Part of her wondered if it was for her own good, the other part wanted to let everything back in and be done with it. As things stood now, she had only half the story behind her sudden emotion-free spree, and she knew there was more lurking behind that door.

But she wasn’t sure how to access it on her own, and she needed the help on the only other vampire she could trust to do it right.

This limbo state—on but not on; back to herself but not completely—made her incredibly vulnerable. She could feel the imbalance in her soul, as corny as that sounded, because she was missing something—something she needed in order to move on fully, to become herself again, even in this new skin.

Caroline couldn’t help her, although she understood what the problem was and it was ironically her who had suggested the solution that had been staring her in the face all this time. She needed help from someone who had studied vampirism better than anyone else, and that person walked by her side now, silent as he let her gather her thoughts. She took a breath, let it out, relishing the fresh air.

Well, as fresh as it could be in the Big Easy.

“Where are we going?” She asked, her voice still too small for her liking. She wasn’t afraid of him, dammit! She was simply afraid of every other man. But she didn’t know how to let him know that, and she could tell he was worried.

“What would you prefer?” He asked right back, ever the gentleman.

She shrugged. “You know the city better than I do.”

He smiled. “There’s a bar not far that my siblings and I like to frequent on occasion. Unless you would prefer dinner?”

She shivered slightly, either to the thought of “dinner” or his voice, she wasn’t sure.

“The bar will do.”

She wasn’t even surprised when he opened the door to Rousseau’s, she really should have known. He noticed her half-smile when they sat down, cocking an eyebrow in question. She shook her head, amused.

“That’s the first bar I stopped at when I first arrived in the city.” Figures you’d do the same, but she didn’t say that.

“Yes, it’s quite… quaint,” he replied, lips quirking up slightly, somehow managing not to make it sound like an insult, “it’s also where I first stopped by when I came back.”

Yeah, figures.

“Did you know it, back in the day?”

He shook his head, smiling a little more fully as a blonde bartender approached them. “Not very well, it was ran by a werewolf family my brother and I preferred to avoid dealing with whenever possible.”

“NOLA problems?”

“NOLA problems.”

The bartender, Camille, judging by her name tag, reached their table and Elena was surprised when Elijah engaged her in a short but clearly familiar conversation. Camille seemed equally surprised to find him here at this hour, seated with a woman. Clearly, it wasn’t a habit of his. She chose not to analyze how that made her feel.

“What can I get you?” She asked with a friendly smile. She really was quite beautiful.

Unsurprisingly, Elijah asked for bourbon. Elena stifled a laugh, asking her to make her whatever she fancied most. This time, it was Elijah’s turn to chuckle and Camille joined him, shaking her head.

“Family habit, I see.”

Elena froze, eyes growing wide, but Elijah didn’t contradict her and Camille went on her merry way back to the bar, only throwing one furtive glance back.

“Family habit?”

Elijah shook his head, rearranging his glass so it sat just so in front of him. She valiantly resisted the urge to push it back just to mess with him.

“I may or may not have told her the exact same thing when I first met her. She’s become somewhat of a friend of ours since then.”

“She seems nice.”

He nodded, pensive again. She managed to hold eye contact for all of three seconds before looking back down at her hands, fiddling with the string of her purse.

“Elena.”

She looked back up just as Camille brought them their drinks. Cautiously, she took a sip, surprised at the depth of flavors that exploded on her tongue. Her wonder must have shown on her face because Camille laughed.

“I’ve learned a thing or two about making vampires drinks. I hope it’s to your taste?”

Elena shot her a look, taken aback, but Elijah simply smiled.

“You can call me Cami, by the way. I hate my full name but Elijah still hasn’t fully internalized that yet.”

The man in question simply sniffed, the epitome of snobbishness, and Elena laughed. It wasn’t her laugh from before, but she had missed the sensation anyway.

“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you but I don’t think he ever will.”

Cami sighed dramatically, tucking her tray under her arm.

“Yeah, I think I got that. Anyway, enjoy!” She gave them another smile and moved on to another table.

With her gone, Elena was once again confronted by her own feelings, bubbling up to the surface. The drink helped, turning down the faucet of emotions a little, just so she could breathe without it hurting too much. She brought her hands on the table, lowering her drink, her index finger running in circles around the rim.

“Elena?”

This time her name was a question, one she couldn’t hope to evade. She shouldn’t anyway, that’s why she was here in the first place but damn was it hard to force herself to look back up into his eyes.

“What happened?”

He asked the question flat out, the frown returning.

“How do you know anything happened?”

“Because I know that nothing would bring you within a hundred miles of my brother of your own free will.”

“I’m here of my own free will,” she said, too quickly. His frown deepened.

“Is anyone here with you?”

She shook her head vehemently. “No, I came on my own.”

His eyebrows shot up right into his hairline and she supposed she couldn’t blame him. After all, when had the Salvatores ever let her do something on her own, much less when it involved him?

“They…” she swallowed, “they don’t know I’m here. Nobody does.” She released a quiet laugh, but it sounded hollow. “I expect they’re all up in arms back home, wondering where I’ve gone.”

She looked back down at her drink, taking a sip. Her finger beat a restless rhythm against the glass. Slowly, Elijah reached over, giving her time to evade him if she wanted to, and brought his hand to cover hers.

“Elena, sweetheart, what happened?”

The endearment flowed from his lips seemingly without his own accord, if the slight widening of his eyes was any indication. His jaw clicked shut, his eyes flickered back down to their hands, but he didn’t take it back.

Elena rather liked the way it sounded.

She took a breath.

“You know my humanity was off a few weeks back, yes?”

Of course, he knew. She’d practically spat it in his face right before Katherine did a very Katherine thing and snapped her neck like a twig. Idiot.

He just nodded silently.

“Well, what I didn’t tell you back then was that I, hum… I—I was sired. To Damon. He—I… There was… a sire bond. Between us.”

Elijah went deadly still, the motion of his thumb running across the back of her hand stilling. His eyes hardened impossibly, but she knew whatever it was that he was feeling, it wasn’t meant for her. Or rather, it wasn’t aimed at her.

“You were sired,” he said flatly, tonelessly.

And here was the Elijah she remembered from that mansion in the fields.

“It was… a side effect, I just… I—” she faltered, her eyes dropping back to her hands. She tried to escape his grasp but he wouldn’t let her, resuming his caress. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and the tension bled from his shoulders.

“Did he know?”

No use disguising it.

“Yes.”

The air became even more still.

“He knew you were sired to him while the two of you were together?”

Elijah looked faintly sick, the tick in his jaw growing more intense.

“Yes.”

Another deep breath, deeper than the last. She felt his hand twitch over hers, but the soothing motion of his thumb never stopped.

“Did he attempt to free you, at least?” He asked. She shook her head. And then he asked the question she’d been dancing around for the past twenty minutes. “Did he demand you turn it off?”

Elena heard the unspoken question, the one she knew would tip it all over. But she couldn’t lie to him, she’d never been very good at it anyway.

“Yes.”

Everything went quiet, the air became electric, like the calm before the storm, right before the first rumble of thunder could be heard and the first lightning strike the sky clean in half. Right now, Elijah’s eyes were that sky, dark and stormy, a rage so potent in them she was strangely fascinated by it. The muscle of his jaw tensed impossibly more and she worried he might crack it entirely.

She had never seen him so angry.

If not for the soft contact between their hands, she might have been a little scared. Just a little. Because she remembered those words and in that moment, there was perfect clarity.

Always and forever.

She was quite certain that, should she ask him to end her sire, to bring her his head, he would. Happily, gleefully and without a hint of regret. She wasn’t sure she herself would feel any, and wasn’t that a nasty little surprise.

She should feel regret. She knew that even just bringing up the subject with him meant placing Damon (and by extension, Stefan) in the line of fire, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret anything. She’d waited so long to give voice to those feelings—the shame, the disgust, the loathing, the pain. She would not take them back now.

“Say the word, lovely Elena, and he will suffer.”

It really shouldn’t have been even remotely attractive, the way he said it. But it was, and she let herself feel it.

“I… I don’t know what I want.”

Elijah nodded, a tiny movement of his head, but full of understanding. She took a breath. One hard part was done, but there was still the larger question, looming in the back of her skull. She was more than a little worried, though. What she wanted to ask him—what she needed him to do… that would violate the terms of their friendship like never before. She didn’t want to ask it of him but she knew she needed to remember something else, and for the life of her she couldn’t remember what. But she knew it was important. Her brain was shielding her for a reason, but she—the Elena who had had her choices taken from her at every turn since her transformation—needed to know.

Or else how could she hope to feel whole again?

So, she straightened, automatically readying herself to launch into an x, y, z explanation of why that was the best choice—and why she was making it.

“There’s something else.”

Elijah tensed, she was surprised that she managed to notice it at all.

“But we can’t do this here…” she chewed on her lip, eyes flickering between him and the other patrons in the bar. “Is there somewhere… somewhere more…” she gestured wordlessly, tired already.

But Elijah had never needed words to understand her, certainly not with the way he was watching her now. It was strangely reminiscent of a hawk, but it wasn’t discomforting.

Maybe an owl. A wise, old owl trying to figure out the puzzle before him. Funnily, she had never before thought of herself as “puzzling” but judging by his look, she might have to reconsider. She was, in her honest opinion, an incredibly simple person: she loved her family and friends, was far too oblivious of things until it was too late, took her coffee ninety percent black, and never failed to help out when it was needed.

But looking at herself in Elijah’s dark brown eyes the reflection she saw was not one of simplicity.

“There is somewhere more discreet. I doubt anyone will be here at this hour.”

“Not even vampires?” She asked as he helped her out of her chair.

He smirked. Elijah Mikaelson actually honest to god smirked at her.

“They know better.”

She laughed.

❧

“A church? Seriously?”

Elijah made a show of ushering her in, suited up arm extended in invitation.

“It’s not even Sunday.”

“Thankfully.”

In the silence of the church, Elena repressed a giggle with great difficulty. It was quieter than a tomb, inside. Although, she really wasn’t sure who had first come up with this particular phrase, but she’d love to hear their explanation because in her informed opinion, tombs were anything but quiet. There was always the whisper of the wind, the pitter-patter of bugs and rodents foraging in the cracked stones paving the way to the afterlife.

Or maybe that was just her experience since she’d turned.

Huh.

She took in her surroundings. It was obvious that the place had sat deserted for a while but had just been opened up again. There were wood planks lined along the walls and several canvas sheets haphazardly thrown around on the pews.

“Where are we?” She asked, taking in the smell of dust, wood and stone.

Elijah’s footsteps echoed behind her. “St Anne’s Church. Our local priest seems to be out tonight.”

“You know the priest?”

He had been pagan, in his youth, right?

Elijah gave her his signature half-smile in response, dragging a finger through the dust that had settled on one the benches. “He’s Camille’s uncle.”

“Small world.”

“Welcome to New Orleans.”

Exhaling on a chuckle, Elena sat down on one of the benches, somewhere between the door and the altar, at the middle point of the nave. She didn’t know why but she didn’t feel good enough to sit at the front. Elijah took a seat next to her, their shoulders brushing together, his presence grounding her. On a whim, before she could think better of it, she grasped his hand, gripping perhaps a little too tightly. He didn’t complain, simply resuming his earlier soothing caresses on the back of hers.

“I need to ask you something, Elijah.”

“You can ask anything of me, lovely Elena.”

He was sincere. She didn’t have to look at him to know that.

“You probably won’t like it.” She warned.

He tilted his head in question; she heard the soft sound of his collar brushing against his jaw.

She took the plunge and braced herself for the ice cold rush of the water.

“I need you to compel me.”

❧

Whatever it was that Elijah had expected to hear, it certainly wasn’t that.

His shoulders tensed on instinct, his lips parting on a soft gasp. Elena’s hand gripped his tighter, perhaps afraid he would let go.

He never could have, anyway.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, meeting the wide-eyed stare he couldn’t even begin to disguise. There was a pleading at the bottom of hers, pooling in the form of tears that gathered on her lashes before falling softly, tracing her cheeks with wet streaks. He fought against the urge to wipe them away.

“I need you to help me remember something. There’s… I—” she took in a breath, exhaled, completely oblivious to the feeling that ignited in him when heard the words “need” and “you” in the same sentence, coming from her. She tried again. “There’s something… something I can’t place, a… a darkness that lingers at the edge of my mind when I try to think back on what happened.”

He brought his hand up then, unable to face her tears and remain still. He caught a strand of her and brought it behind her ear, revealing more of her beautiful face. The wide doe eyes that met his could only belong to her.

“What happened when?” He prompted, gently running his thumb back and forth along her jaw.

She sighed, leaning into his touch. He marveled at being able to touch her so freely.

“When I was still sired to Damon.”

The way she bit out the words made his heart clench. There was indeed something in her eyes, a strange haunting of sorts. It darkened the edges of her eyes slightly, turning warm brown into dark chocolate. It would have been quite bewitching if not for her tears.

Centuries of instinct suddenly woke up in his chest, growling as it shook itself awake, unfurling from a long sleep.

“I just… I need to make sure of something.” She rushed on, “I know that my brain is likely trying to protect me but—” she growled softly, tugging her hair back, “but I don’t want to be protected. I want to remember it all.” He brushed his thumb under her eyelid, catching a single tear, making her sigh again. She seemed to shrink, releasing his hand and drawing her arms around herself. He recognized it for the protection mechanism it was.

The beast in his chest growled louder.

“I feel like half myself and I don’t even know why. It’s exhausting.”

She looked back up at him, her beautiful eyes full of unshed tears that threatened to fall at any moment. He was powerless to resist. He knew then he would do whatever it was she asked of him if only to never have to see her cry again.

“Tell me what you need me to do.”

The relief in her eyes was unmistakable. He realized with a start that she had expected him to argue with her. He pursued his lips, caressing her jaw again. These… children truly had worked a number on her.

“I need you to compel me to remember it all. Tell me to remember everything that happened while I was under the influence of the sire bond.” She said in as determined a tone as he had ever heard from her.

And so, he complied.

Gently, he took her face in his hands, holding her tenderly, like she was made of porcelain. He supposed, in his hands, she always would be. And he compelled her, her pupils dilating as she took in his order, body growing first lax and then as taught as a bowstring. Her hand shot out to dig into his thigh and the feeling would have registered as painful if his attention hadn’t been fixed on the utter devastation on her face.

She took a breath but it came out as a sob, a heart wrenching sound that tore him apart.

“He… oh my god, he—” she looked up at him, wide-eyed, and he felt the beast in his heart bare its teeth, “he… he didn’t… oh god—oh god, no, I—I didn’t want to! I didn’t! Oh my god—” she whimpered, and he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Slowly, gently, he took her in his arms as she sobbed. She molded to him, her small hands gripping his shirt so tightly he was certain she would rip it off. She curled up, half in his lap, and buried her head against his neck, her tears soaking his collar.

He was certain of only one thing as he gently rocked her against him, wincing as the scream she let out into his shoulder tore though his heart.

Damon Salvatore would die a slow, painful death for what he had done.

❧

Elena wasn’t sure how long she cried in Elijah’s arms, only that he never once let her go. He was careful not to hold her too tightly, and she knew he had understood the magnitude of what she had just uncovered.

Damon hadn’t stopped himself from sleeping with her while she was under the influence of the sire bond. He hadn’t tried to free her from it, once he’d known, and he’d carried on as things were and she, helpless to do anything but please him, had done exactly just that.

But now, with the veil lifted, she knew in her heart that she hadn’t wanted to. It was too soon after Stefan, too early in her transition. The feelings of love had been heightened by her Turning and by the sire bond, turning into a deadly cocktail of dependence. If only she had known.

She whimpered, a broken sob wrenching its way out of her—how many did she have left? It couldn’t be many, she was so very tired.

Elijah’s arms tightened around her, his hand stroking her hair gently. She felt the ghost of his lips at the crown of her head, the touch doing more to calm her than anything had so far.

She hadn’t wanted to sleep with Damon. But she had anyway, forced by the sire bond.

And it should matter to her that he hadn’t known that. That he hadn’t known that she didn’t want him like that, not yet anyway, but it didn’t. It should matter that, technically, he had also been a victim of the sire bond, unable to stop it, but it didn’t. Because once he had known, he hadn’t taken steps to help her out of it and she wasn’t in a position to help herself.

He got exactly what he wanted.

A Katherine do-over.

Elena barely registered the anger before she was flipping an entire bench over, throwing it against the walls of the church. There was a vicious feeling in her chest, clawing its way out and she lashed out again, ripping the legs off of the bench and breaking them in half, the wood splintering into her hands, drawing blood from cuts that healed almost immediately.

Fury, that was the feeling.

It was so unfamiliar that she was momentarily stunned by the sheer force of it.

Her eyes flashed red, veins rippling on her cheeks and she flipped another bench on its head before collapsing on the floor, crying again.

She had loved him. Had been on her way to falling in love with him.

And he had betrayed her.

She was so very tired. Tired of feeling, tired of remembering, tired of existing. The pain of that betrayal, the shame that came with it, added to the duller, less pronounced pain of his hand in shutting off that part of her that made her her protruded from her heart in sharp edges and she distantly wondered if that’s what being staked felt like.

Until she felt Elijah’s arms around her once more. Effortlessly, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her like she was something infinitely precious to him. She barely registered the blur of movements and the wind in her hair that indicated he was running. She was so bone tired that the comforting warmth of the blanket he draped over her before running a hand down the side of her face barely registered with her either.

Through the haze of her tears, she saw his face, eyebrows drawn together in worry. He tucked the blanket a little higher under her chin and she managed to grasp onto the edges, burrowing under it.

“Is there anything you need?” His voice was pained, a small crack the dead giveaway to the unbelievable fury she could feel rolling off him.

She shook her head, sniffling.

“Do you want me to call your friends? Caroline, perhaps?”

All she could do was shrug, entirely unsure about everything. Her world had just toppled over. But Elijah hadn’t. He was here, as stalwart as he had always been and there was at least an inkling of hope that lit up in her at that.

She had been right.

She was right to trust him.

#now imagine when she discovers what Damon did to Caroline?#basically that's terapsina's fic and for that reason alone you should 100% go read it #the dynamics between Elijah and Elena here are heavily inspired by Anonymous Observer's fic #it's an absolute masterpiece my friends #10/10 recommend #anyway i might turn this into a series over on ao3 but no promises #elijah mikaelson #elena gilbert #elijah x elena #elejah #fanfic #tvdu #tvd fandom #the originals #to #my writing #Elena goes to NOLA and reunites with Elijah #who's still 100% whipped

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im finding other stuff in my quest to search discord messages so twst doodle dump of various images [from like 2022 and earlier i think] below [a lot of cater/idia and cater/malleus lol] i'd warn u and say it is UGLY!!! but tbh it's probs not that different from stuff i normally post teehee :3

this was one of those aftermath doodles after my friend and i established the running joke of cater and the mysterious marshmallows

lol, in that message i was i think looking back thru older krita docs and reminiscing on things, one of them being how i kept running into malleus/cater everywhere..... i feel like i havent drawn them much lately and that sucks because i still LOVE AND THINK OF THEM OFTEN!!!! theyve been one of my og twst ships lol theyre such a funny combo and i think theyre cute!!!!!!!!!!!!

presses my fingers to the side of my head and tries to remember wtf was going on here... this was def one of those posts that was mostly inside jokes with my friend / riffing off various scenarios we were yes and-ing but im finding them out of context lol... this one has a lot of layers , the coconut banana and marshmallow all meant something but kjfsdhflksdj im not sure id be able to explain it if i tried LOL + im realizing i was already playing w/the idea of cater and leona as a duo way earlier than i remembered lol

what did it MEANNNN like i kind of remember the coconut. friend and i had a lot of jokes of scenarios where regular items would go thru like, either a chain of rumors or the Hit New Magicam Trend Only Some People Know About so like i think coconuts were the icon of DISSATISFACTION or BREAK UPS or something in the way of like, flower languages. except a coconut. i do not remember how or why we got there with coconuts specifically lol. so i feel like the banana was something similar but my friend and i are scratching our heads and dont remember so i just have all these doodles of bitches and their bananas and it means SOMETHING. but i forgot what lol. it's kind of funnier this way tho. ace hitting deuce with a banana doesnt really need context anyway :3

i feel like i posted this one before with either no context or a feeble attempt at explaining it. this is also more like what my handwriting looks like when im not making an active attempt to make it legible lol

okay wait i figured out the banana stuff and it literally didnt even have more context, it was just bc we alwayyyys call savanaclaw bananaclaw [like grim did in book 1 lol] and i was deep in the silly zone soap opera of my malleus/cater agenda vs leona Being There for drama. just like. malleus saying cay smells like bananas -> caters been like, standing near leona in class. that was it LOL i just took the joke and ran around in circles with it for funsies. i do miss when i did more stupid doodles like these jflkdhslgfj my friend and i dont do as much riffing with the sillies tho so i guess less fodder to feed the goofs 😔i feel like i need to relax and let loose again more lollll anyway!!! im still on the marshmallow hunt

heres cay on a sticky note w/the marshmallow.......

i would also like to know caycay. also TYPO SPOTTED

he is the marshmallow source. but still not the og doodle

bug eyed idia jumpscare but hes kinda cute w/his lil marshmallow lol. i still love a tiny guy with huge eyes teehee

OOH I FOUND THE WHITE DAY DOODLES except i drew these in feb lol like the day after valentines lol. an everyone has a crush on caycay scenario i think??? because i love my son and showing favoritism

okay let's unpack that and by unpack i mean me yapping about what i think was the context.......... tbh i dont remember much LOL it seems i was trying to learn what white day was bc i really mostly just knew about it from harvest moon

and this bit from wikipedia kickstarted MARSHMALLOWS. it seems i was looking that up too bc i'd wanted to just draw cater ships for valentines day for funsies!!! but then i didnt bc i was in a MOOD of some sort, maybe i just didnt like what i was drawing that day, and i was like "ok whatever ill avenge myself on white day i guess" and then i suppose i didnt do that bc i ended up drawing ^ all of that the next day lol i immediately changed my mind

except i found this which i DID draw on valentiens day

teehee i just drew them yesterday....... but anyway back to the situation at hand!!

i was drawing cay with various boyos and i think it was something like

cater unaware of all the soap opera pining, hes the otome star or whatever on this white day or valentines day lol

cater/leona - the start of this [i think] btw was when engtwst dropped, ive talked about it before but just the word choice in book 2 when they had cater go "leona, sweetheart, blah blah blah" my friend and i were like SWEETHEART?? and we always just call them the forbidden sweetheart au. that localization choice did irreversible things to my brain chemistry lol.

idia leaving cater a giant marshmallow secretly. hes unaware cater doesnt like sweet things, but idia himself is a big sweets fan, hes lurking behind the tree to make sure cay received it but doesnt wanna be SEEN

trey is i think giving cater a quiche and caters just glad it's not a candy lol

malleus giving cater a milkshake, and i think he's referencing the first fic i ever wrote of them together where cater taught malleus what a milkshake was and brought him to heartslabyul to make one for him. it's also the second twst fic i ever posted fdsghdskj throwback.... in this image jade is also starting to appear in the background

rook sending cater a card with LOVE via one of his fuckass arrows. in the way i think he did in book 5 when he was letting the vdc contestants know they passed? i think he did it that way right?? sometimes i think i made that up or am confusing it with fanfiction but im... pretty sure he did that..... like im p sure thats why i did it here too lol so surely that is the case. jade is still lurking in the background

cater is clinging to riddle and is expressing his confusion and distress of all the weird attention he's been getting today!!! riddle is holding a box he is also about to give cater bc teehee i've been on that cater/riddle grind FOREVER!!! jade is getting closer.

deuce and ace with their lil puppylove crushes or something i think lol, maybe they just think upperclassman caycay's cute and friendly lol. idr if they gave him a gift or if cater was just being cater calling them cute lol. JADE.........

vil also gave cater a gift, earrings i guess, and is the only one to notice and acknowledge jade now that he is Right There Directly Behind Cater Waiting To Be Noticed

jade finally gives cater his gift via opening his bag of items and dumping various mushrooms and seashells on him lol. he collected all the white ones to be on theme maybe if this was white day??? or maybe it was just JADES MUSHROOMS + our other running joke about the merfolk gifting shells to people they want to date lol

cater comes back to trey and is like omg im so glad ur boring trey today was too WEIRD!!!!!!

lol......... okay that is ENOUGH of a look into my mind palace!!! i really do miss my low stakes doodles where i was only sometimes afraid of being cringe but i was mostly just doodling jokes with my friend lol. no worries about being too off the rails or nothin just party time!!! i mean i would sometimes still get embarrassed bc of How I Am As A Person LOL but. it was a lot less fjksdhgkdsfj we gotta go back to our roots boys. we gotta draw cater soap opera marshmallow reboot. i have to draw fanart of my own stupid fanart and revive my WHIMSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#cereal tries to draw #ummm #twst #<- just bc i use that tag for my own twst doodles lol i dont really need people seeing these but kflsdhfklsjghghdskfjk i guess!!!#i'd say sorry this is alll over the place but let's be real this is an archive for me and i dont think ppl are looking anyway LOL #MY SILLIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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