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A spicy âForest Rendezvousâ for the Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang ft. Thorin and my half-hobbit OC Amalda Took!
We can all have a little Thorin/OC action. As a treatđ
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if i speak...
#it is the delicate way his flannel bunches up at the small of his back#as if he was a lady hitching her skirts up as she crosses the stream into the hidden forest gazebo#she goes to at midnight to rendezvous with her secret lover#the secret lover is ofc ekky#anyways#i just think forsy#the poeticism she inspires in me in the most farmers market fit ever known to man is truly astounding#i am a romantic for the mundane#god help me
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Liquid colors.
#art#scifi#cyberpunk#sci fi#science fiction#digital art#aesthetic#scifiart#futuristic#scifi art#scifi aesthetic#scifi and fantasy#scifi illustration#sciencefiction#science fiction art#science fantasy#rendezvou with rama aesthetic#mountains#forest#moon#spaceships
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This the cover art for Heechee Rendezvous by Frederik Pohl. It's the part where one ship eats another ship.
Heechee Rendezvous is a vividly imagined story about the Fermi paradox's Dark Forest solution (there's space assassins). Pictured above is a scene where a Heechee ship opens up and swallows an entire solar sail spaceship full of space squid because they all need to get somewhere in a hurry, and the bigger ship goes faster. The solar sails do not fare very well, which is a shame, because the space squid airbrush them with art.
Fun fact: This book taught me the word "eigenmode!"
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Hi! I suffer from Baldur's Gate brainrot. I just stumbled upon your blog and love your writing! Could you do some Astarion, Gale and Karlach headcanons for taking care of Tav after they're badly injured in battle?
Reckless Attack âŁ
Grieve, weep, and agonize over a corpse - but know that death is never final in Faerun. The burden of injuries will instead always be present: pain is eternal, no matter how numb. â„ Astarion/Tav, Gale/Tav, Karlach/Tav. â„ TW: Descriptive mentions of injuries and gore. â„ Act 2 spoilers. â„ They/them pronouns for Tav. â„ Tav is the nickname for the reader/oc insert. Their real name is up to you!
An Absolutist cult has gathered deep in the bowels of the forests of Rivington. Nothing out of the ordinary... Other than the sheer numbers they possess, creating a dense population of Absolute extremists gathered in stone ruins.
Adventuring parties that dare to end their machinations perished slowly and painfully. Their corpses - what is left of them - are displayed pierced from the gnarled branches of the trees, where they bleed out on the forest ground.
Tav, Astarion, Gale, and Karlach had a plan: throw a barrel full of smoke bombs into the middle of the ruins, firebolt, and profit. Except things didnât go according to plan (they never do). That barrel was supposed to be at their rendezvous point, but the cultists found it before they did and thought it a gift from their Goddess.
Trapped in hiding, Tav decided to do what they do best: attack.
A potent necromancy curse was successfully cast on Tav, negating any healing spells thrown their way.
Well.
Fuck.
ASTARION
"As always, you refuse to listen to me. And now look at you: a mess. What did I say about running afool to the vanguard?" Astarion does not wait for their response. âDon't do it. It is smarter to be in the shadows in this instance. And what did you do? Ran alone into a quarry of cultists with no sense of self-preservation!â
Anger, pure anger, is present in his voice, sharpening his typical melodic lilt into daggers. If he cared about the present company - Shadowheart, Halsin, and Gale crowded into a tent, surrounding Tav upon their cot - it is nonexistent in his wine-red eyes. They could get lost in those bloody depths for hours. But not now. Not when seething rage roils off of his body like a cloud of darkness.
They look away.
"Nothing to say for yourself, darling?â he mocks. Astarionâs visage twists into a sneer, sharply turning his face away from them. He finds an unused rag, wets it, wrings it of excess water, and then moves past Shadowheart. âAllow me,â he murmurs to her, gentler.
Shadowheartâs inquisitive green eyes understand the depth of the situation immediately. She sighs, clearly annoyed he has taken over her job, but is dissuaded by Astarionâs next string of words: âIâll clean them up. Magic and healing and all that wonderful nonsense are not necessarily my area of expertise. A firebolt here and there, surely, but I wouldnât know where to begin with a curse that... Negates healing magic.â
âSure,â Shadowheart replies, eyes flicking to Tav. Worry is evident over her features. Worry hangs heavy around everyone. Emerging out of battles victorious and grievously injured is commonplace; nothing a mass healing word couldn't fix along with a good nightâs rest. Open wounds would be closed scars, ailments would be cured, and broken bones would be unbroken. Rinse and repeat.
This time, it is different.
They, and they alone, were cursed with a necromancy spell that makes all healing magic useless to their wounds.
Their wounds are appalling: Broken ribs evident with the pain swelling in their chest and labored breathing, purple and black blotchy bruises from the hammer blows they took to the shoulder, an open laceration across their chest, their ankle snapped in two, burns on their left leg crawling up their thigh. Blood all over their face from their own and from the enemies they felled.
âHey, itâs fine,â they wheeze out. "Nothing I can't handle. The cultists are down and dead and buried - everything else can come after."
Hesitantly, Gale opens his mouth to reply, but is abruptly cut off by Astarion snapping out: "No."
"No," they echo. Their brows furrow.
"What a saint you are," Astarion snarls. His lips are down-turned, fangs bared as he speaks, but his ministrations upon their face are soothing. Gently, he rubs off the blood with a cool washcloth, eyes focusing on the task at hand as he cannot bear to look at them.
"Throwing yourself into the heat of battle like that, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Tell me, my dear, do you enjoy watching rational fly past you when you make your impulsive decisions?"
They flush with humiliation and hurt. Broken and battered, they dig their elbow into the cot to prop themselves up and face Astarion head-on, but Halsin presses a hand into their shoulder and pushes them down.
Fuck. Their head spins in circles.
"You're one to talk. Impulsivity is your middle name; you said yourself that planning is not your forte." Even raising their voice hurts but they do it anyway. Their eyes, threatening to slip into oblivion, flood with frustrated tears. "What the fuck is your problem, Astarion?"
"Must I really spell it out for you, sweetheart? You go around, telling everyone exactly what they need to hear. You tell them they aren't alone. That you will help them, that you will ensure they see the future that they want." The words are venom: petty and spiteful and yearning to be understood. "You," Astarion hisses out, "are so blind."
Tempers rising to fever pitch, Halsin tenses from his spot at the foot of the cot. From the corner of Tav's eye, they see Gale murmur something to him, something like, Let this play out. Astarion would never hurt them.
"I am the only one who will take the first step!" Tav cries. The words explode out of their broken chest faster than they realize, flying like an arrow straight toward Astarion's unbeating heart. "I risk my life - every day - for all of YOU! For all the people that need me! For all that I am because-"
"Because what?" He taunts. "Because it is the right thing to do? Look at yourself, Tav! You are on death's door if not for everyone in this room!"
"Because no one else will do it! Not anyone in this damn camp cares enough to- to help the people we could-" They cough violently, but they slam their elbows into the cot to prop themselves up. No one stops them this time as they meet Astarion's burning eyes. "No one cares but ME-"
"WE care about you!" Louder. Vicious. Astarion's voice splits in the air in two in one fell swoop, striking them down like lightning into silence.
He's breathing heavily, panting, as if exhausted. The adrenaline pumping in his veins is begging him to swoop Tav up and run away with them. Away from all of this bullshit and into hiding within the shadows. Maybe the Underdark. Maybe the Shadowcursed Lands. They can descend into madness together.
At least there, they will be safe.
"I care about you," Astarion chokes out before he can stop himself. "More than anything. Do you know that? I hope you know that."
Their mouth forms the words to reply, Of course I do, but it doesn't leave their throat. Instead, it stays stuck there like a fluttering butterfly, forced into silence. It hurts to speak. It hurts to talk. It hurts to see him like this.
He calls out their name so quietly it could have been a trick of the wind.
"Astarion," they plead.
He shakes his head, stubborn and unconvinced. "You don't owe these people anything. You certainly do not owe them your life for their burdens. I," he breathes out, voice as shaky as a leaf in the wind. He screws his eyes shut and clenches his fist around the rag, where their blood stains his palm.
"I almost lost the sun of my life today."
When Astarion opens his eyes, they are steeled with resilience and fury as they gaze into theirs. It is hypnotic. It is lonely. They yearn to comfort him.
"It will not happen again."
GALE
"Easy," Gale murmurs, a strong arm laying them down in his tent. Soft blankets and pillows meet their back, and the cushy grass beneath makes for a cool and comforting sleep. Their breath stutters, but Gale gazes at them so fondly as he pushes their hair from their face that the pain eases.
He does not miss their labored breathing. "Shhh shh shh. I've got you. Just focus on me."
His thumb lingers on the swell of their cheek. His eyes flutter close. A gentle glow of purple surrounds him, and eventually, that gentleness extends to Tav. The agonizing, piercing sensation in their chest numbs into a cool, muted nothingness. They gasp - then exhale in relief, slower than their panicky, short breaths from before.
"That's it," he encourages. "Well done, my love. How are you feeling?"
"So-so," they reply. Their voice aches and croaks, but for some reason, it makes Gale smile.
Oh no. He knows that look.
They study his handsome, tired face, looking for any signs of alarm. Is he hungry? Does he need to feed on another artefact? Was there an envoy telling them they missed another Absolutist hideout? Did they miss something? Did they do something wrong?
No. Nope. "Enough of that." He takes their hand, kisses their knuckles, then sighs. "You're the last person who should be worrying about someone. Such a pest, hm? Always buzzing around me like I'm seconds away from disappearing in front of your eyes..."
"You are," they say. Their brows furrow, and they pant out, "The-- your burden to carry, the--"
"The orb, I know. I know." His heart twists. It aches. He failed Mystra before and that was painful. But this is another subject entirely; it couldn't come close. Watching sheer heartbreak in their expression because of him? Oh, Goddess forgive him, he has failed them.
Gale can scarcely celebrate his victory, too. He undid the damned curse that affected Tav's ability to receive magic. The necromancy spell was so potent that Tav rejected any healing spells thrown at them. Late into the hours of experimentation, he, Halsin, and Shadowheart considered allowing the effects to wither and die rather than exterminating it outright. It was Jaheira who told them it would be inefficient, because how long would they have to wait in camp while Tav rode out the effects of the curse? Ideally? Hours. But days? Weeks? Months?
He spent the long night following and feeling out the curse with the Weave. It was a complicated hex - a tangled knot of magic that had to be unwoven carefully, thread by thread. Every connotation, every intent was traced back to the heart of the curse, and he followed it with abandon.
"I'm sorry for all the trouble, then," they whisper.
"You should be," he jests. "Nearly made my heart collapse, seeing you like that."
The image is still burned into his mind. He can't stop thinking about it. His mortality has always been a dreadful afterthought pushed into the further recesses of his tadpole-addled brain, but was he so taken with Tav that he never realized how mortal they were, too?
No. No. Gale tightens his grip on their hand, giving them a comforting squeeze as they breathe in and out, in and out. It's not that he never realized how susceptible they are to death and danger. He just never wanted to confront it.
"You are changing the very premise of my life," he says softly. An exasperated chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head, adding, "as always. I don't know what I would have done if I actually lost you, back there." What wouldn't I do? "No scrolls of revivifies, no Withers to bring you back. I wouldn't be able to accept it."
He understands Ketheric Thorm all too well, now.
"Come here," they whisper. Gale lets their hands press into the back of his head. He thinks, absently, that he would let them do much of anything. In their care, he is no grand wizard with a plethora of achievements under his belt. No. He is as humble as the Weave itself, and their hands compose music and art for him to simply bear witness to.
They rest his head upon their chest, where his ear can listen to the comforting sound of their beating heart.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud thud.
"Good night, my love," Gale says, when their breathing evens and they have finally fallen into peaceful slumber. He does not sleep at all.
KARLACH
"Oh gods. Oh gods!" Karlach clasps Tav's left hand between hers, holding tightly and vowing to never let go. Their blood stains her hand and chest and clothes. It's everywhere. Sickly sweet and sticky, drawing all of her attention from the room to the sensation of it dripping down her skin.
They've lost so much blood. It's nauseating, like an unsettling reality has just settled in her stomach.
"Tav!" She exclaims, helpless and pathetic. "Why did you do that, you big idiot? You seriously could have gotten killed out there, why-- why aren't you..."
Responding? Where are their quips, their sass, their brightness she fell so fast and hard for? Tav lays there upon the cot, broken and battered. Karlach has seen the remains of her enemies after she has slaughtered them and has barely flinched. She can barely stomach the sight of them bloodied, bones twisted in the wrong way, bruises so purple they're as black as a chasm.
All they can do is breathe. Their eyes focus distantly above them to the roof of the tent, but nothing else.
Panic seizes her faster than she can control it. "Are they breathing?! Are they going to survive this?! Fuck," she growls, running a frustrated hand through her dark hair, matted with blood. "I should have made those sons of bitches suffer."
"Karlach," Shadowheart says, firm but gentle, her hands bloody too as she applied pressure down on Tav's wounds, "it was important that you returned them to camp as fast as you did. Sometimes, we do not have the luxuries to let our enemies die in pain."
Right. Right. Karlach watched an Absolutist barbarian slam his warhammer into Tav's back. Once to knock them down. Twice to keep them plastered on the ground. Once more to keep them unconscious. She saw red, then: the rage she slipped into boiled her veins so hot, the howl she let out sent her surroundings enemies into a frightened frenzy. She hacked her great axe into the barbarian over and over and over until he was nothing but a bloodied pulp of a man, more gore than flesh.
She scooped Tav up from the ground. Karlach never let anyone else touch them. She snarled and snapped at the others who tried to come too close and dead sprinted as fast as she could back to camp.
She heard their choked sobs of pain in her arms. They choked out her name, and Karlach couldn't offer them much of anything other than an, "We're going home, bubs, just hang on. 'Kay? You just focus on me."
"Can I stay here?" She begs Shadowheart. "I won't get in the way. Just let me hold their hand, please."
Shadowheart exchanges a conflicted glance at Halsin. He nods, and she sighs. "Fine," she says. "But - I need you to stand to the side for now. You can hold their hand after we're done figuring out how to undo this curse."
"A fine specimen of a curse, really," Gale adds, his hand curled under his chin. "I'm almost impressed."
"I would be too," huffs Shadowheart, "if our reckless leader wasn't caught up in this mess. Really, what were you thinking?"
"Right?" Karlach shoves off into the corner of the tent, doing her best to keep herself as small and as out-of-the-way as possible. Tears flood her eyes, and she chokes out, "Of all the things to do, why did it have to be that? I thought you said you trusted me! To have your back! I have your back, don't I? Don't I?"
"Of course you do," Halsin croons. He hooks his finger into a bottle of salve, and spreads it on Tav's burns. Tav visibly winces and tenses, whimpering in pain.
"Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Karlach wails. "You're hurting them! I'll kill you, Halsin, I swear it!"
Gale exchanges a look with Shadowheart. He ponders deeply for a moment as Karlach sobs devastatingly behind them. He opens his mouth, then shuts it promptly.
"Just say it," Shadowheart urges impatiently.
"We should play a game," he suggests. "The quiet game."
"No way," Karlach hiccups. "I'm dogshit at that game. Anyway, focus on Tav or I'll gut you, seriously."
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ă the mightiest
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đ pairing: neteyam x human fem reader
đtags: nsfw, aged up neteyam (obviously), jealousy, alien cultural misunderstandings, oral sex (f receiving) vaginal sex, size kink, voyeurism, brief na'vi oc x reader, mentions of reader sleeping with other na'vi men
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It was just a fluke, you tell yourself. A moment of weirdness that had come about because⊠becauseâŠ
Okay, so you canât really explain it.
You donât like Neteyam! You never have! The sight of him appearing while youâre mid-rendezvous with Txetyo (the same man he had interrupted you with only a few days before!) should have sent you into an angry tailspin. And yet, you canât forget the pulse of excitement that had throbbed low in your belly when you realised that he was standing there watching you.
Really, you should have been the one to speak up. But it was like your brain had switched off, like all your rational thoughts had gone on a temporary leave of absence; why else would you have stayed silent instead of stopping Txetyo and drawing attention to Neteyamâs presence?
Just like after your last confusing encounter with Neteyam in the healing hut, you end up sticking close to the human outpost for the next week.
Itâs probably a little cowardly to hide instead of facing your problems head on, but you donât care. You avoid Neteyam, you avoid Txetyo, you avoid any of the guys youâve had flings with before because even the sight of them reminds you of what had happened that night in the forest. Inevitably, that leads to you avoiding the village entirely.
The outpost is as boring as ever, but itâs better than facing the mortification thatâs no doubt awaiting you in the village. But at the very least, itâs not lonely.
Spider is kind enough to keep you company in the outpost for the first few days, though you quickly wish he wouldnât. Thereâs not much to do, and Spider never deals well with boredom.
âQuit that.â You grit out, your eyes sliding sideways.
Spider is sitting next to you, drumming his fingers insistently on his thighs. He sighs, rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling and leaning back on the lumpy couch youâre both sprawled on.
âThis is mind-numbing.â He complains, throwing his dirty bare feet over your thighs. âItâs so boring here. I donât think Iâve ever spent this much time inside in my whole life.â
âYou donât have to be here.â You remind him, shoving his feet off you.
Spider sighs, swinging his legs back to the ground so he can sit up properly. âRight, sure. I could leave you here alone to mope all day by yourself in your dank little bedroom. Or you could tell me whatâs going on with you.â
You grumble, and avert your eyes. Okay, so maybe your avoidance has been a little more obvious than you had intended. Youâve barely missed a day in the village your whole life, and yet in the last two weeks youâve spent most of your time hiding out in the outpost.
âNothingâs going on.â You say, and it rings hollow even to your own ears.
Spider purses his lips. He seems pointedly unconvinced, and stretches back on the couch with his arms across the back of the headrest.
âSo it has nothing to do with whatever the hell happened when you went off with Txetyo during the hunt celebrations?â
You almost wince, but manage to keep your expression neutral as you stare at your knees. âNope.â
Spider hums. âAnd I suppose the fact that Neteyam very conspicuously disappeared into the forest about ten seconds after you left is also unrelated.â
That cracks your composure, and you take a shaky breath as you glance sideways at Spiderâs face. He doesnât look like heâs judging you or anything; heâs just waiting patiently for your answer, a single eyebrow raised.
âI donât wanna talk about it.â You mutter, avoiding his eyes.
Thereâs a long pause, and then Spider huffs out a sigh and tilts his head back to stare at the water-stained ceiling up above you. You feel a little bad about keeping secrets from him; usually you and Spider act as each otherâs confidants by virtue of the fact that the two of you are humans the same age amongst all the Naâvi. But this whole mess with Neteyam is something that youâre struggling to wrap your own head around â you donât want to start explaining the whole mortifying ordeal to someone who was as good as your brother.
âLoâakâll get it out of you.â Spider says confidently.
You groan, covering your face with your hands. âPlease tell me heâs not coming over.â
âHeâs worried.â Spider protests. âYouâve been acting super weird, dude.â
âHeâs nosey.â You correct.
Spider shrugs, unable to argue that point. âWell, whatever.â
Itâs as if speaking his name summons him, because the shoddy linoleum floor creaks behind you as a big nine-feet-tall body steps into the room. You catch a glimpse of bright blue skin out of the corner of your eye and groan, tipping your head back against the back of the couch and closing your eyes.
âSeriously, I am not in the mood to be interrogated by the Idiot Brigade today.â You complain. âCanât you come back and bother me another time?â
Thereâs a pause. And then, a low voice filled with amusement says, âAm I a member of this âidiot brigade?â
That is not Loâakâs voice.
For a moment, you donât even turn around. You just breathe slowly, your eyes shut tight. Maybe if you donât turn and look, Neteyam will just vanish from your presence as if he had never spoken at all.
But instead of Neteyamâs spontaneous disappearance, you get Spider shifting on the lumpy couch beside you before climbing to his feet. Your eyes shoot open at that, and your head whips around to stare at him in disbelief.
âWhere are you going?â You hiss, already reaching out after him.
Spider stops, hesitates, his eyes flicking between you and Neteyam. He looks as though he would rather be literally anywhere other than here; you know the feeling.
âUh⊠Iâm gonna go find Loâak.â Spider mutters, his eyes darting around cagily. âSeems like you two probably need time to talk some things out.â
Before you can even protest that, Neteyam is stepping forward, marching his way around the couch. You sit up, properly startled now, realising that your window for escape is rapidly narrowing.
âTell Loâak not to come.â Neteyam says simply, stepping nimbly around the couch so that heâs in front of you. Itâs like he knows that you were thinking of an escape, because he tilts his head as a subtle smile tugs at his mouth.
âYeah. Got it.â Spider sounds a little strangled, sending you a look that you canât quite decipher before turning and scampering out the door, letting it slide shut behind him with a quiet thud.
You stare at him for a long moment, your mouth hanging open like a moron. Neteyam just stares back, his expression even, as though heâs waiting for you to speak first.
You swallow thickly, then push yourself up so that youâre standing. Itâs a weak attempt to put yourself on a more even level with him, but it fails as you find yourself eye-level with his damn belly button.
âWhat are you doing here?â You snap, though it comes out a little weaker than you had intended.
Neteyam doesnât answer immediately. Instead he gingerly lowers himself down onto the ancient lumpy couch that you and Spider had commandeered for yourselves from the desolate wreckage of Bridgehead. Heâs almost comically large for it, his knees bent awkwardly up as he settles back, the springs creaking ominously.
âYou have been avoiding the village.â He says simply.
And⊠oh god, you canât stop staring. Itâs stupid, because youâve known Neteyam your whole life, you know what he looks like. But itâs like your eyes are taking him in differently now. You hadnât spent much time with him as kids; you were always chasing after Loâak, Kiri, and Spider, and Neteyam usually maintained a distance as he trained under the guidance of his parents. And then he was gone, departed for the reef villages, only to return after the worst of the war years had passed.
But itâs different now. Heâs a man, his shoulders broader than ever and his muscles more defined than is typical of the Omaticaya warriors â no doubt thanks to his time in the reefs with the bulkier Metkayina.
Your mouth is a little dry; itâs not a good time to be reminded that you find big, muscly Naâvi men really, really attractive.
âYeah.â You say, your voice scratchy. âUh⊠Iâve been busy.â
Neteyamâs hairless brow raises in an unspoken gesture of doubt as he leans back into the couch. Your eyes dart down nervously over his abdomen. Each sculpted abdominal muscle speaks of his physical prowess and the sheer discipline and dedication to his training, and his slim waist is accentuated by the woven battle band around his waist. Fuck, you want to touch his belly.
You can hardly believe that you had this manâs cock in your hand, or that he had been grunting and fucking your fist. Maybe you had hallucinated that. Looking at him like this, taking in his big amber eyes and strong jawline and high cheekbones, youâre reminded rather harshly of just why heâs one of the most sought-after men in the village by the unmated Omaticaya girls. It seems unlikely that heâd ever lower himself to allow himself to be touched by you.
And yet, you know you hadnât hallucinated him standing only mere feet from you in the forest, watching intently as Txetyo had railed you into the mossy ground.
As if he knows what youâre thinking, Neteyam speaks again. âAvoiding Txetyo? I do not blame you.
You almost choke at that. Good lord, the audacity of this man. He knows perfectly well that youâve also been trying to avoid him, judging by the smug look on his face.
âNo! He- he wasnât so bad.â You protest, though the words ring unconvincingly in your own ears.
âTawtute, youâre so tight!â Neteyam gasps mockingly, lowering his voice into a dude-bro register that decidedly does not sound like Txetyo. âFuck, youâre so wet, Iâm gonna cumâ"
You squawk, hastily stepping forward to swat ineffectually at his shoulder. âWill you shut up, thatâs not whatââ
Neteyam grabs at your wrist when you smack his shoulders, his long fingers wrapping all the way around you before tugging. You stagger, pulled off balance as he tugs you onto the couch beside him. You end up with your limbs in an ungainly sprawl as you attempt to collect yourself beside him, flustered behind belief. He doesnât let go of your wrist.
âAnd heâ he made me finish, so.â You say lamely. Youâre sitting next to him. Why are you sitting next to him? You should be trying to shove him up off the couch and shoo him out the door.
âIâm pretty sure you made yourself come.â Neteyam corrects, his head tilting. His glossy braids spill over his shoulders, colourful beads clicking together. âWhich wouldnât have happened if I wasnât there, by the way.â
âExcuse me?â
âJust pointing out the obvious.â Neteyamâs smug little grin is growing, and he leans in a little closer. âI donât think you were enjoying it at all until I showed up.â
You gape at him, stunned.
âI- you-!â You stammer, your breath catching from the sheer swell of your indignation. Who does he think he is, showing up here all muscled and gorgeous like this only to embarrass you?
âSpeak for yourself!â You finally manage to splutter, trying to sit up on the couch; Neteyamâs grip on your wrist prevents you from going too far, so you give up and resign yourself to being stuck beside him until he grows bored of tormenting you. âTxetyo wasâ That was pretty much par for the course. I meanâ it wasnât unusual, sometimes thatâs just how sex goesââ
Neteyam sits up straight, so suddenly that it startles you. His brow is furrowed, his eyes flicking rapidly over your face as though heâs trying to assess if youâre being honest.
Heâs⊠heâs leaning in rather close to you. You blink at him, but donât move back. Itâs so rare for you to be around Neteyam without your respirator mask acting like a shield over your face, and you feel a little naked now without it.
âThat was a standard experience for you?â He asks, and his voice has⊠changed a little. That smug amusement on his face has vanished, replaced with what looks like bewilderment.
You scoff at his surprise, rolling your eyes. âShouldnât you know what my standard experience is? Youâve interrupted enough of them.â
He doesnât respond to your snarky remark. He just stares at you as if heâs examining you, and you shift awkwardly on the couch, unsure in the face of his scrutiny.
âWhat, youâre surprised that all men arenât sex gods?â You ask a little testily. âThey want to experiment with a Sky Person, and I like sex with Naâvi men, so⊠win-win.â
Neteyam just frowns, pulling back a little. âNo, thatâs not⊠I donât understand. Why do you spend time with them if they are not successful in pleasuring you?â
Boy, is that a loaded question. You donât want to explain to Neteyam that itâs not really about sex, that itâs more about a pathological need for physical connection and comfort, especially when you try your very hardest not to think about it yourself.
âMaybe Iâm just hoping one of them will really impress me.â You mumble, a little sourly. âI guess Iâll keep holding out hope.â
Neteyamâs ears flatten, pressing low against his head as his eyes widen a little. He shifts, his body looming over you like a big blue behemoth as the couch springs squeal beneath his weight.
âI could.â He says. âImpress you, I mean.â
You snort, glancing up at him with a wry sort of smile that falls off your face almost immediately when you see the look on Neteyamâs face. His expression is perfectly earnest, his jaw set and his pupils dilated with an odd sort of urgency that youâve never seen from him. He⊠he doesnât look as though heâs making fun of you at all.
âWhat?â You croak, blinking.
And then you realise what all this about. Neteyam is always so determined to prove himself, to be the best at everything. Heâs always pushed himself beyond his limits and worked himself to the bone to be stronger and faster and wiser, to be a better leader and a better hunter and a better fighter. You probably shouldnât even be surprised that now heâs decided to prove that heâs better than his peers at fucking you, too.
âThis is just a competition for you, isnât it?â You scoff, yanking your wrist out of his hand. He shifts forward on the couch then as though preparing to catch you if you move to run, but youâre not making any move to leave.
âNo. They are not worthy competitors.â Neteyam scoffs as if the question is absurd. âThis is to prove to you that you have been wasting your time with men who are not capable of pleasing you.â
You scoff again, but itâs a much weaker sound this time. âIââ
âYou have bad taste in men, paskalin.â Neteyam murmurs, shuffling closer on the ancient couch.
You stare up at him, your breath catching a little in your chest. God, heâs so much bigger than you. You hate that itâs making your body heat up, and you feel yourself growing wet as he leans in close, smelling like fresh water and the forest.
âAre you going to let me?â Neteyam whispers, reaching out to trace a finger along your jawline. âLet me prove myself.â
You should say no. You should tell him to leave, to get out. You should absolutely not feed into his own ego by fucking him.
âYes,â You breathe stupidly. âOkay.â
Youâre expecting him to grab you immediately and flip you around onto either your back or stomach; in all your previous experiences, youâve gotten right down to it with your partners. But to your surprise, Neteyam leans in and holds your hips with his big hands as he presses his mouth to yours in a kiss.
Kissing is not something that youâre used to; the Naâvi youâve hooked up with have stayed clear of the human outpost, unlike the Sully kids who had paid frequent visits, which means that all of your sexual encounters have occurred in the forest or in empty corners in the village with your respirator mask firmly attached to your face.
Now your face feels naked and vulnerable, and you gasp shakily against Neteyamâs mouth when he leans in and kisses you firmly.
Itâs slow and deep, at first. All-consuming. It lights a fire in your gut, which expands and spreads throughout your body.
Neteyam doesnât just kiss with his mouth, either. He kisses with his hands, his whole body. He clutches you to him, holding you close even as the force of his kiss bends you backward, your body pressing into the raggedy couch cushions.
At the same time, itâs all you can do to concentrate and respond to the kiss itself, your attention stretched and strained by the feeling of Neteyamâs hands running over you, stroking your sides and clutching your neck and squeezing your ass.
âHah,â You gasp out when Neteyamâs lips slide sideways to find the corner of your jaw. His mouth is hot against your skin, bruising, and youâre embarrassingly wet already, just from a little kissing.
Fuck, heâs a good kisser. Thatâs so annoying.
You run out of breath too fast, and you have to gasp. Neteyam breaks the kiss for barely even a second, and shifts some of his weight to his elbows as he follows you down onto the couch, nuzzling and nipping at your jaw before returning to your mouth.
Thereâs a hand on either side of your head during that blink-and-you-miss-it break in the kiss, but then he moves his big hands to hold onto your face like theyâre afraid youâll escape, and now they donât want to let go at all. One of his hands cups your jaw, the other clasping around the back of your neck and tilting your head farther back, deeper into the couch, opening you up. You think about the fact that he can thread his fingers together behind your head with his palms pressed to your cheeks and nearly moan like a whore into his mouth.
Neteyamâs eagerness surprises you. The kiss is messy and graceless and airless and greedy, frantic and full of teeth, and you can only roll your hips in reflex, in mindless desperation, in a feeble attempt to buck, your mind repeating a refrain of yes holy shit holy shit YES. You canât even squirm, because holy hot fuck Neteyam is heavy, and heâs got every inch of you covered and owned.
God, have you always been this easy? Just kiss you, feel you up a little and want you enough and youâll end up happily whimpering under someone on the couch? Even someone like Neteyam, who youâve been so resentful of for so long?
You spread your thighs, and Neteyamâs narrow hips slot into place like a damn puzzle piece. Neteyam hums a small laugh and pauses, pulls back an inch or so, gazing steadily at your lips and smoothing the tips of his thumbs back and forth over your cheekbones. He takes a moment to fumble with his respirator and takes a deep breath before dropping it and leaning down to kiss you again.
âOh, fuck.â You whimper, your eyes fluttering shut when his hips roll fluidly against you.
You pull back from the kiss, just enough to get a look at his face. His eyes are a little clouded, his lips puffy and spit-slicked. He looks dazed, and there's a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths together. His brow scrunches in a frown, as though you pulling away from him is a personal offence.
Oh god, you think. I'm so fucked.
The hand that had been cupping your cheek releases you, slides down your body as well. Your breath hitches when he passes over your breasts, drags down the plush skin of your belly, before reaching in between your thighs to cup at your pussy over your clothes. His hand tightens, grabbing you. Cunt, pubic bone, the whole shebang, all of it right there in the palm of Neteyamâs shockingly big hand.
âBedroom.â You gasp, your head spinning as he just holds your cunt over your denim shorts. âBedroom now.â
Neteyam grins, and wraps his arms around your waist to haul you into his arms before he lifts you off the couch and practically staggers down the hall. His excitement surprises you, and you cling to his neck as he ducks his way through the corridor.
Mercifully the outpost is quiet today, with most of its human occupants out in the forest or in the village â that means thereâs no one around the witness the sight of Neteyamâs enormous blue ass squeezing himself in through the small doorway of the closet-like bedroom youâd claimed for yourself, with you dangling from his arms like a doll.
Youâre still breathing hard when Neteyam clumsily gets the door shut before placing you on your squeaky old bed, following you down on it. Heâs careful not to crush you with the bulk of his body, instead resting his weight on his forearms where theyâre planted on either side of your head.
The consideration makes something squirm in your belly, and you reach up to intertwine your fingers at the back of his head and pull him down to resume kissing him.
Neteyam rolls his hips into yours, and you can feel the thick ridge of his erection pressing into the seam of your shorts, right over your clit. The sound you make is absolutely humiliating, and you will deny ever making it until your last breath, but you twitch as you try to catch that exact same friction again.
And fuck, kissing like this may be new to you, but you never want to stop. You didnât even know that kissing with tongue could feel so erotic; Neteyamâs hands are on your face again, angling you this way and that way and however the fuck Neteyam feels like angling you, and goddamn he must be doing it just because he can.
You try desperately to remember any little kissing tricks youâve learned and draw a pathetic blank. Luckily, Neteyam seems intent on showing off. His creativity is more than enough to occupy you both, and youâre too busy being excruciatingly horny to really be self-conscious anyway.
Besides, your next exhale is a chest-rattling groan, and if Neteyamâs immediate grunt of approval and slow thirsty grind against your trapped body is any indication, then you're doing just fine by his standards.
But then, to your absolute distress, Neteyam pulls away.
âHhh â Shit! Shit, hang on. Shit.â Neteyam hisses, turning his face away and levering himself up on his arms. Heâs breathing hard, and the sound of the English curse words falling out of his mouth in that strained tone of voice has your thighs squeezing together pathetically.
âWhat?â You ask, your voice sounding dazed and stupid even to your own ears.
Neteyam huffs out a few centering breaths and then shakes out his head to clear it. He fumbles for the respirator, takes several deep gulps of air before dropping it again. He angles his hips away from you for a moment, breathing steadily.
âWhyâd you stop?â You hate the way the words come out as a whine; you feel as though youâre losing your mind, as though youâre actually going to die if he doesnât keep kissing you.
Neteyam breathes out a quiet laugh, sounding a little disbelieving as he drops his forehead down to rest on your shoulder.
âFuck.â He whispers, but he doesnât answer your question. Instead, he pushes himself down your body, sliding between your legs.
When he tugs your shorts, you lift your hips eagerly to help him shuck your pants off. As heâs tugging at your panties, you work on yanking your oversized pyjama shirt off you. It feels as though the two of you are descending into a frenzy, touching and kissing and tearing at each other like animals.
When youâre naked beneath him you shiver, staring up at him in eager anticipation. You wait for him to come back up and kiss you, to take his own loincloth off and stick his cock into you, but he doesnât. Instead, his head bullies its way in between your thighs.
âNo,â You whine, making a face. You donât want him to waste time with eating you out when youâre ready now. âJust put it in.â
Neteyam shoots you a reproachful look as though he thinks youâre acting crazy. âYou said you would let me please you.â
âButââ You frown, feeling a little ridiculous for having this conversation when his big head is blinking up at you from between the pudge of your thighs. âYou donât have to. I donât enjoy getting head all that much anyway.â
But instead of changing his mind, that just makes him snort as though youâd told a damn joke.
âLet me show you, syulang.â He whispers, turning his head and brushing his lip over the soft skin of your inner thigh. He kisses you there, and then sucks a hickey-like bruise into the squidge there.
And damn, you canât turn him down.
âFine.â You sigh, a little irritated, and spread your legs wider so that Neteyam can muscle his way in.
He grins as if he knows something you donât, grabs your legs and pulls them so your thighs are hanging off his big broad shoulders. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over you between your legs, and you prepare to lie back and let him lick you down there until he deems youâre wet enough to start fucking you properly.
But then he actually gets his mouth on you, and⊠oh. Oh.
You tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. That feels⊠better than you had expected, actually.
Each of Neteyamâs movements are calculated, precise. He laps against your clit, then closes his lips and sucks. You nearly yelp, but manage to tamp down on your reaction and merely wheeze instead. Neteyam points his tongue and presses inside of you, sucks and licks like heâs actually eating something. At one point, he even bites, and you jerk so hard that you accidentally grind against his face.
Itâs not like any of the head you have ever received. Youâve enjoyed it before, sure, but itâs never felt like this, and itâs definitely never made you come. And yet, to your honest surprise, you can feel a familiar coil of tension beginning to build deep in your abdomen.
âOh god.â You breathe, sounding a little bewildered.
You feel his tongue against your clit again, hardly noticing that his hands are gripping at your ass until he yanks you forward as he buries his whole damn face between your legs. His fingers return, delving into you, deep and searching. His mouth works against your clit and it feels like youâre being squeezed between the kinds of pleasure, worshipped and wrung out and attacked all at once.
âNeteyam,â You gasp like a fool. âOh, what the fuck, itâ Neteyam, hang on, itâs tooââ
Neteyam is still devouring you, sucking hard and persistent until you cry out. You try to clench your thighs around his head as he laps at you like a man starved, but his hands are still on your thighs, locking you in an iron grip, keeping you spread wide for him, and you can hardly breath because every time you think to try and take a breath his tongue is moving over your clit again and heâs sucking against you.
Your head swims, and you wonder why on earth you had been so resistant to allow him to make you feel good like this. Fuck, have you just been getting really bad head this whole time? You didnât even know it could feel like this.
Your heels are digging into his back, and the closer he brings you to the edge the harder your thighs clamp around his head. He barely seems to notice the force youâre exerting, merely groaning to himself everytime you squeeze tighter.
Your thoughts splinter and unravel, and you can do nothing but buck uselessly against his hold, desperately chasing more of his lips and his tongue.
âOh god, oh god, oh god.â You chant, eyes squeezed shut tight as you whine.
He's just so good with his tongue, and youâve never felt like this in your life. It feels as though you can't breathe properly, as though youâre melting from the inside out. None of those awkward, fumbling sexual encounters with those other Naâvi ever had you feeling like this.
Your breasts are heaving with the effort it takes just to breathe through the white hot pleasure crashing through you, and you stare down at him with wide eyes as he suckles again at your clit. When he sees you looking down at him, he throws you a cheeky wink as he laps at you.
You let out a helpless, gasping laugh at him, your hands clenching compulsively in his braids. Your giggle has him pulling back a little so he can look up at you properly; the grin he shoots you is extra shiny thanks to the fact that the lower half of his face is covered in his spit and your own slick, but he looks dopey and happy.
You manage one word, on a long and broken moan- âPlease!â
Neteyam laughs quietly, the sound vibrating through his lips and into your pussy, but then his tongue is on your clit again, sucking you into his mouth, and youâre shattering around him as he finally pushed you over that edge youâve been teetering on.
You keen and shake violently, spasming around Neteyamâs fingers and jerking into his mouth, coming so hard that you see black spots in your vision. Neteyam doesnât let up, pulling broken moans out of you with tongue until youâre writhing.
You squirm and whimper until suddenly itâs too damn much, and then youâre reaching down to push at Neteyamâs neat braids to try to get away from his relentless tongue. Damn, heâs acting like heâs hungry for you, like heâd swallow you whole if he could. He doesnât let up until youâre begging him to, albeit wordlessly â whimpering and shoving at his face, trying to arch away from the too-sensitive touch.
Finally, Neteyam relents. He lowers your legs from his shoulders and you practically crumple, going limp against your mattress. Neteyamâs face is wet and shiny, and he looks ridiculously smug. Youâre still trembling, throbbing with the aftershocks.
âMm, you sound so pretty.â Neteyam murmurs, his words coming out muffled and almost slurred as though heâs drunk.
âFuck.â You whisper to yourself, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes as you struggle to catch your breath.
Neteyam hums, pressing kisses all over your pubic mound and lower belly. He seems so damn pleased with himself, pushing himself up your body so that he can nuzzle into your neck, pressing sweet nipping kisses to your throat.
His breathing is a little strained, and you grab blindly at the respirator hanging around his neck before bringing the mask up to his face.
âBreathe, Neteyam.â You gasp out, still a little breathless yourself.
He grunts, as though irritated over something of secondary importance, and takes a couple of deep breaths before dropping the mask again. His pupils are blown so wide that his iris is barely visible, just a thin ring of gold around a pool of black.
You laugh, panting and overwhelmed at the sight of his shiny face, and reach up to wipe his slick face with the palms of your hands. He huffs a quiet laugh of his own, turning his face towards your hands and nuzzling against you like an oversized cat.
âThat was⊠that was better than I expected.â You say, still struggling to collect yourself.
Neteyamâs smile turns a little sly, his teeth flashing as he kisses at your palms. âImpressed?â
And you canât help but laugh at that, feeling as though this whole situation is spinning around far beyond your wildest imagination. Fuck, heâs really giving his all to this, just to prove to you that heâs superior to the other men of the clan.
âNot yet.â You whisper, biting your lip and hoping that he takes it as the challenge/invitation you mean it to be.
And luckily he does, his smile only growing.
âI should keep going then.â He murmurs, his hands stroking up your sides.
He gently caresses both breasts, a little knead of big, rough hands that can cover much more than just one tit and you love it. Your back arches as you shiver, revelling in how bizarrely gentle heâs being with you.
âYes,â You whisper eagerly, your legs spreading further until the muscles of your inner thighs are burning with the strain of it. âYou definitely should.â
You reach out to tug at the band of his loincloth, your fingers actually trembling a little as you try to unknot it at the sides. Neteyamâs own breath hitches, and his much more nimble fingers reach to help you untie it and draw it away.
And fuck, now heâs naked too. You sit up eagerly, peering down between your bodies to try and catch a look at him properly. You may have touched him that day in the healing hut, but itâs completely different seeing him.
Heâs big. So big. All the Naâvi are big when compared to you, of course, but this just⊠it feels different, because this is Neteyam. His cock is the same pretty blue shade as the rest of him, decorated with darker stripes and pretty glowing tanhĂŹ. Your heart thumps recklessly at sight of it twitching towards his belly, and you reach out towards it eagerly.
Your small fingers wrap around the hard length of him â heâs too thick for you to comfortably hold in one hand, but that doesnât seem to matter because he groans appreciatively anyway when you run your fingers down his length and then back up, feeling warm and sticky precome gushing from the tip to coat your fingers.
âAh!â Neteyam groans breathily, his hips rocking as your hand slides up the long, velvety length of him. âFuck⊠so good.â
You feel like youâre burning up, your skin sweat-slick and far too hot. The weight of his cock in your hand has your head spinning; you want him inside of you, stretching you wide and fucking you deep. If he fucks as good as he eats pussy, you feel like youâre in for a very good time.
âCâmon,â You breathe, writhing a little. âYouâ you promised me that youâd.. That you wouldâŠâ
âMm, I promised Iâd make you feel better than Txetyo ever could,â Neteyam finishes for you, leaning in to kiss your neck. âYou like âem big and stupid, huh? Thatâs why they canât please you, syulang.â
You toss your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as his sharp canines drag over the sensitive skin at the side of your throat. Fuck, maybe heâs right. None of those guys have ever made you feel this good before; you donât think youâve ever been this slick and eager in your whole life.
âGod, you have such a big head,â You huff, quivering. âMaybe youâre big and stupid too.â
He just laughs at that, a dark chuckle that has your nerves buzzing, and leans down to nip at your shoulder hard enough to make you jerk beneath him. âI am not like Txetyo, or Artâalak, or Pewalsku, or Urtiltey.â
You scoff, before reaching up to push hard at his shoulders. Youâre not actually strong enough to shift him, but he pulls back obediently, falling back to lay on his back on the bed. You rise up on your knees then, looming over him as he lays flat.
The way Neteyam is looking up at you, itâs like heâs seeing god. If he could worship you with just a look alone, he is. Itâs a little overwhelming, and you feel something deep in your stomach knot just at the sight of him looking at you like that.
âPrettiest little thing Iâve ever seen.â Neteyam whispers, reaching out to grip at your hips, guiding you into straddling his lap.
You donât think anyone has ever talked to you like this, or looked at you like this. You hardly know what to do in the face of his attention, so you revert to what youâre familiar with; you settle yourself against his lap and grind there, feeling the length of his cock glide along the seam of your cunt.
It feels as though your belly has been set alight, and you take a slow breath as you rock against him. His lips drag from the base of your throat up the length of your neck, then he nips gently at the hinge of your jaw. The softness of his breath against the sensitive skin of your throat elicits a shiver from you, and Neteyamâs hands pull you closer when he feels your reaction.
You make a soft sound against his mouth when his fingers clench tight around your hips. His hold on you encourages you to grind down against him. It's not as though you really need the encouragement, but the way his eyes darken as he stares up at you is enough motivation for you to tilt your hips and grind down just like he wants you to.
"Fuck." He breathes, his eyes going half-lidded as he tilts his head back against your bed to watch you move above him.
Heat is growing alarmingly quickly in your lower belly and at the apex of your thighs, and you tremble over Neteyam as you use your grip on his shoulders for leverage. The soft sounds of pleasure that are pulled out of his throat every time you roll yourself against him send sparks through your entire nervous system; it feels as though you just can't get close enough to him.
Your patience runs out, unable to keep up the teasing; Neteyam seems to feel much the same. When you raise yourself up, chest heaving, Neteyam grabs at his cock and holds it still to allow you to settle against it, the head notched against your entrance. He glides over the opening again, pressing in the barest amount. You can already tell itâs going to be a stretch. Neteyam is thick, and you want it in you, want to feel it pressing you open.
You clench around the head of his cock, trying to pull him in, and Neyeyam groans.
âYouâreââ He starts to say, his big hands clutching at your hips. âShit. Youâre tighter than I even imagined, paskalin.â
The idea that he might have imagined this is almost more than you can take, and you surge forward to kiss him again, your mouths clashing clumsily.
âYouâyou thought about it?â You manage to say, your words coming out a little muffled as he sucks at your lower lip.
He just rumbles a laugh, as though your question is ridiculous, and doesnât even bother answering. Instead he places one hand securely under your ass, the other adjusting himselfâthereâs a short, sharp burst of pain as you felt him start to push in, just the tip and your head is spinning. Your nails are digging into his shoulders but if he feels anything it doesnât show.
He kisses your cheek and then pushes in a little deeper as his mouth falls to yours once moreâswallowing up your sharp cry as another inch sinks into you, and you feel like youâre splitting open.
Fuck, you feel as though not grabbing lube was probably a mistake; you were too cocky, too confident in your ability to take him, so sure that heâd be as adequately satisfactory as the other Naâvi men youâve been with.
He goes in and in and in, pressing farther into you than you even thought was possible. The stretch and the pressure inside you is glorious, so tight that you can barely even flex around him. His mouth is open, each breath escaping him quickly, and you can see your own amazement reflected back to you on Neteyamâs face.
You dig your nails into his shoulders to offset the pain radiating through your core as he shoves himself deeper into you, chased by another wave of warmth as his free hand move between you, thumb settling gently over your clit.
âOhmygod,â You gasp, pleasure mixing with that burning ache. You squeal, but your noises are half-moans as you try to rock your hips against his hand even as you try to ease the feeling of his girth inside you.
âUngh..â Neteyam groans into you shoulder as he rocks another inch into you, until youâre sobbing and moaning by turns. âOh. Fuck. Txetyo didnât deserve this, syulang. Didnât know what to do with you.â
You whimper in his grip as he just holds you there, buried to the hilt, thumb still working at your clit and sending frissons of electricity up and down your spine.
âFeels good,â You slur. âYou feel good.â
Neteyam pulls out half an inch and fucks back into you from below, making your breath hitch. âYeah?â
âSo big,â You gasp. âI-I wantâ"
âI know, I know. Iâve got you,â Neteyam rumbles, his full lips brushing gentle kisses over your temple, right in your hairline. âTake what you want, lovely girl.â
And you do, rocking your hips and taking one of his enormous hands to pull between your legs so he can continue to rub at your clit with his fingers, so he can feel all the ways youâre leaking onto him as you lean forward to run your own hungry mouth along his collarbone, his pecs, as your hands grip his shoulders to try and lift yourself up and onto him over and over again.
It doesnât take long for that coil in your belly to swell, sweet and hot. Itâs as if Neteyam is intimately familiar with the way you want him to rub your clit, how you want it pinched but only just so between two fingers, as if heâs been taking fucking notes all those times he had walked in and interrupted you. It doesnât take long until youâre trembling and squeezing impossibly tight around him, taut like a violin string.
Itâs like Neteyam is puncturing your lungs, and every time he fucks into you, you respond with stupid sounding little âahâ sounds.
âAh, ah, ah!â You gasp, teary-eyed and desperate. Neteyamâs mouth is parted, his eyes wide. They flick over you quickly, drinking you in as you ride him.
Your movements are slow to build, but gradually you establish a steady, desperate rocking. It doesn't take long for you to realise that grinding in his lap feels better than raising yourself all the way up and down. Distantly, you feel little guilty â you know that grinding and rocking in his lap in the way that you are feels better for you than it does for Neteyam, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's watching you with a rapturous expression, his arms urging you closer so that your sweat-slicked chests are pressed close together and your foreheads are resting against each other.
You find a rhythm that both satisfies and stokes you, riding him with abandon as your thighs clench tight around his narrow hips. Neteyamâs hands slide from your hips down over your lower back, worshipful as they drift lower to clutch at your ass and use his grip there to help lift you up and down.
You ride him with mindless intent. His fingers dig at the meat of your ass, his mouth dropped softly open as he fights to keep his own breaths even â it takes a long moment for you to realise that he's fighting to keep himself still and to stop himself from thrusting wildly into you. His restraint and the realisation that he's really allowing you to have all the power in the exchange strikes you hard. Youâve never felt any real sense of agency in sexual intimacy until now, and the realisation that he's being so considerate of how youâre feeling only contributes to the intensifying of those flutters in your belly.
The rush builds in you, relentless, mounting with every jerk of your hips. There would be no catching your breath until it broke.
You rock on him, hard, hard and fast and there, there it is, thatâs it â that perfect deep unfurling. A moan rises from the depths of your chest as you gasp at it, your body trembling. Neteyam just stares up at you, mouth open, eyes gone wide and dark.
The wave crests, the world explodes around you, a kaleidoscope of sensation as you come undone in his arms, trembling even as he keeps sliding home into you. You keep moving over him through the ebb of it, through the helpless little sounds that break from his throat. Youâre still shuddering when he reaches up to take a firm hold of your waist. As though he can't help himself, his hips thrust up into you.
âYes,â Neteyam hisses, his flat nose all scrunched up in a feral sort of pleasure. âThatâs my girl.â
You tremble, gasp-moaning as your joints turn to jelly. Your orgasm very slowly gives way to thunderous aftershocks that rocket through your body every few seconds, shuddering your whole frame in intervals.
"Fuck," He groans, his breathing gone ragged. "I'm going to-"
He doesn't even finish his sentence before he seems to lose some of that iron control he's been exerting; his hips jolt up into you, and then again, until he's thrusting up into you with a sense of urgency that's almost breath-taking. All you can do is cling onto his hair and bury your face into the crook of his neck, attempting to muffle the embarrassing little gasping sounds that youâre making into his skin as his fucking into you prolongs the breath-taking pleasure of your orgasm.
You donât fuss when his big hands use his grip on your ass to lift you up himself, fucking up into you and letting loose. Then he's shaking, stilling, spilling himself inside you, and you watch eagerly as his face goes slack and relaxed.
You don't go still immediately. Your hips keep rolling slow and steady as you tremble against him, chasing that feeling of molten shivery pleasure that's still burning in your belly even as it starts to turn into almost unbearable oversensitivity. It's not a fully conscious movement, as youâre moving mostly on instinct, and after a few moments Neteyam takes a hold of your hips to slow you to a stop.
He stays inside you like this for what feels like an eternity, spent and nestled deep inside you as you sit in his lap, slumped against his large strong chest.
"Oh my god," You whisper eventually as another pleasant shudder jolts down your spine. It feels as though youâve been kicked in the chest, as though the breath has been knocked out of you entirely to make room for the lovely floaty lightness that's beginning to fill the space between your ribcageâ
"Mm." Neteyam hums quietly, his fingers tightening in the soft flesh of your hips as he tilts his chin up to brush his lips over your sweaty temple. "Alright?â
No, You think, with no small amount of panic. Youâre absolutely not alright. Neteyam may have just been fucking you to prove a point, because itâs always been so important to him that heâs perfect at everything he tries his hand at, but it feels as though heâs just cracked you wide open. You donât think anyone will ever make you feel as good as he just did.
When you donât immediately answer, one of his big palms cups the back of your neck so he can tilt your head back, and he leans down to kiss you again. He sucks your swollen bottom lip into his mouth so he can worry at it while you whine, toes curled where you tucked them under your legs, balanced on his thighs.
"Impressed?â He murmurs into your ear, his warm, dry hands stroking soothingly over your sweat-dampened skin.
You laugh despite yourself, and it comes out breathless and broken. âFuck. Iâyeah. Yeah. Iâm impressed. Asshole.â
Neteyamâs expression brightens, his ears twitch back as his smile grows. He leans in and kisses you again, once, twice, then three times in quick succession, and out of the corner of your eye you see his tail coiling lazily against your sheets.
âFeel like I need to lay down,â You say. âFor a week maybe.â
Neteyam just chuckles as you slowly lift your hips; when Neteyam slides out of you a soft sound of loss escapes from his mouth. You sympathise â you feel uncomfortably empty now that he's no longer nestled inside of you, but Neteyam is already gathering you into his arms and flopping back onto your mattress with you all curled up ontop of his chest.
It all feels so natural â youâve never cuddled after intimacy like this, and you never would have imagined that Neteyam would allow you to do this. But it seems like he craves physical touch as badly as you does, because it feels as though his hands are everywhere as he holds you.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself, dickhead." You grumble, though youâre already relaxing under the pleasant warm weight of his hands
Neteyamâs smile only grows. "Why shouldn't I be pleased with myself? Have I left you unsatisfied?
You groan loudly, before burying your face in the pillow. The worst part is that it's true â youâve never felt so satisfied in your life. You think that you could close your eyes and cheerfully float away on a cloud, but you don't want to suffer the humiliation of admitting that.
âIâm satisfied.â You admit, mortified. âItâ yeah. You won that stupid competition. Well done.â
That has exactly the effect you had expected it to have; Neteyamâs chest puffs up where youâre laying across it, his eyes crinkling up as he grins. God, heâs so fucking smug.
You manage to swallow down your embarrassment so that you can ask the question thatâs been knocking around your head since the first time he had kissed you.
âCan we⊠do that again, sometime?â You mutter, keeping your face pressed into his chest so he canât see the vulnerability on your face.
Neteyamâs chest rumbles in a deep laugh, and his large palm settles between your shoulderblades.
âWhenever you want, yawntutsyĂŹp. We have all the time in the world.â He murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair. âWhere ever you want. Here, the forest, my hut in the villageââ
You laugh, blinking in surprise at his eagerness. You guess he must be absolutely pussy-whipped right now, which is pretty sweet.
âNext time we mate, weâll do it in the forest so Txetyo can find us.â He says, and you can feel his teeth against the top of your head when he grins. âLet him watch as I make you scream again.â
"I did not scream!" You snap, embarrassed, reaching to smack at his chest. But then his words actually parse in your head, and you push yourself up quickly on top of his chest so you can look down at him, wincing a little at the ache between your legs.
Neteyam obviously catches your wince because he frowns and one of his hands reaches for your thigh, but you grab at his wrist as you gape at him.
âWhat the fuck did you just say?â You blurt.
That must have been a slip of his tongue. Every man youâve been with before has been so damn careful to avoid the term mating, obviously terrified of you somehow getting the wrong idea; they made it painfully clear that it was just fucking, with no strings attached, because you were small and exotic and apparently the tightest thing theyâve ever gotten to put their dicks into.
Neteyam blinks owlishly, as though confused by your response. âWhat?â He asks, before his face relaxes. âAh, itâs only the thought of me watching that does it for you?â
âNo, itââ You blink at him. âYou said⊠you said next time we⊠we mate.â
âYes.â He says, wrapping one big arm around your waist to tug you back to him, as though he doesnât like the fact that youâre shifting away. âI enjoyed mating here, where I can kiss your face, but it is very...â
He pauses then, and glances around your room. For the first time, you see it through his eyes; itâs small and dingy, the electric lights buzzing and flickering as they run on the ancient generator that Norm and a couple of the other older scientists had dragged from Bridgehead. Even though heâs gotten comfortable cuddling you on your bed, itâs far too small for him; his legs are hanging off the end of it, his feet flat against the floor. Compared to the fantastical natural homes of the Naâvi, your little bedroom seems like a shithole.
âYou will be more comfortable in my hut in the village.â Neteyam says decisively, using the arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to his chest again. âI wish to take you in the forest, at Vitrautral, as is tradition.â
âMating.â You repeat, just to check if you had heard him right. âWeâthat was mating.â
âMhmm.â Neteyamâs hum sounds casual enough, but you can see the ridiculously pleased wave of his tail in the air behind him. âI told you that you were wasting time with those skxawngs, but I did not mind waiting for you. I did not like hearing them talk about you, about how you felt and how they pleased you, but⊠I knew I could prove myself a better prospect than all of them.â
âButââ Youâre still struggling with this, staring at him with a bewildered expression. âBut itâthat was sex. It wasnâtââ
âI will take you to Vitrautral tomorrow, and mate you properly,â Neteyam murmurs, and you feel his big chest rumble beneath you in a pleased purr at the idea. âYou do not need any other now. Yes?â
It feels almost too good to be true. Almost. Because damn, you want that so badly that it actually aches. After so many years of craving intimacy of any kind, it seems shockingly unlikely that itâs being offered by Neteyam, the very personification of an Omaticayan golden child. How have you gone from getting fucking in empty corners and deep in the forest to having the Oloâeyktanâs son talk about mating you?
You think of the herbs and plants he always brings to the healing hut, the bones and fibres he forages, the food he brings you after hunts. You had always thought he was just shoving how great he was in your face, but now all of that is starting to rearrange itself inside your head. Was he seriously just trying to impress you?
You laugh a little disbelievingly, and Neteyamâs arm tightens around you.
âI have a necklace,â He murmurs, nuzzling against your forehead. âMade with freshwater pearls from the ocean. I was going to give it to you earlier butâwe got distracted. It is in my tewngââ
âGet it later,â You whisper, clinging to his chest. Youâre so comfortable, you donât want to move, just in case the moment slips away forever. He made you a necklace. Fuck, he made you a necklace! Youâve only ever seen Naâvi mating gifts from a distance; the thought of receiving one is beyond anything youâve ever imagined.
Neteyamâs chest seems to swell, his expression brightening the moment you cling to him. He hugs you close, his purr now reminiscent of a damn chainsaw as he curls his whole big body around you.
Taking a chance, you do something that youâve always sort of wanted to do, ever since you found out what it was; you reach behind him and take his kuru in your hand, feeling the thick, glossy protective braid in your fingers.
Neteyam shudders under you, his rumbling purr stuttering a little as his eyelids flitter, his eyes going dark. He doesnât stop you, watching you with lightly parted lips as your hand closes around the most sacred, sensitive part of him.
âThis is okay?â You whisper, your vulnerability clear in your voice.
âOf course,â He whispers back, as though the moment is a soap bubble that could burst at a slightly raised voice. âIt is yours, syulang.â
Emboldened, you drag your fist down the glossy braid until you reach the end, where the glowing tendrils that make up the exposed manifestation of his nervous system. The fleshy pink tendrils writhe in the air, and you watch in eager amazement. Youâve only ever seen diagrams of this part of the Naâvi anatomy, and you want so badly to touch it.
âYou can play with it all you want,â Neteyam murmurs, and his voice is breathless.
You breathe a laugh, glancing up at him with a little grin. His pupils are blown, his lips parted, his chest heaving. You want to gnaw on his ribs, swallow him whole; heâs so cute.
âIâll save that for tomorrow,â You whisper, the words ringing like a promise.
Neteyam looks briefly disappointed, before his mood is promptly buoyed at the thought of mating you again at the Tree of Souls, as he had promised you. He buries his face happily in your neck as you pet absently at the protective braid covering his kuru. Itâs a non-sexual touch, and yet he goes entirely boneless, purring up a storm as you stroke your hand over it.
âTold you those others could not please you, paskalin,â He murmurs, his words slurring a little as his eyelids flutter with every soft touch to his kuru. âTold you they did not know what to do with you.â
You roll your eyes, but you canât help the fond smile pulling at your mouth.
âMm. You did. Guess I needed someone like you, huh? A mighty warrior?â You say, teasing him with that silly little nickname he always called himself when you were a teenager. At the time you had thought he was so annoying, but now, looking back⊠youâre willing to admit it was pretty adorable.
Neteyamâs drowsy face pulls up in a sweet smile, his flat nose brushing against your collarbones. It seems like heâs pleased you remembered, or maybe heâs pleased that youâre impressed with him.
He kisses your neck, then mumbles sleepily, âThe mightiest.â
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"My Girl" - Robb Stark x Forest Fairy!Reader Drabble
A/N: This goes out to my girl, @dipperscavern! She needed a pick-me-up after the Tumblr app decided to be a bitch and delete her draft!!! But she still pressed on and wrote an incredible Robb Stark smut drabble! Pls go check it out!
"Please, Jon," Robb pleaded. "Just for today, and I'll make it up to you."
"Your mother will kill me if she finds out," Jon groaned. Normally, he'd be more than happy to cover for his brother, but what he was asking for was too much - even for him. "She hates me enough as it is."
"She doesn't hate you," Robb winced at the lie, but he was desperate. "Please, I have to see her."
"Why can't you see her tomorrow?" asked his half-brother. "The hunt is tomorrow anyway, you can just sneak away to see her then."
Robb shook his head. "You know how she feels about hunts. The moment the horn blows, she'll scatter far away, and I won't be able to see her for a week! A week - that's too long!"
Jon stared at his brother in complete disbelief at his dramatics. It was hard to believe that the first son of Ned Stark, Warden of the North, would be so far gone for a girl who lived so deep in the forest. A girl who lived a life completely shrouded herself in the mysterious beauty of the ancient woods.
A girl whose allure and grace were of a being so ethereal, she shouldn't exist.
Jon sighed. "Fine, I'll watch over Bran and Rickon by myself today - but if Father asks me, I'm telling him you skipped on your own!"
His brother whispered his shouts to avoid attracting attention from the rest of the keep, but Robb was already on his horse and raced out of the gates before he finished. He couldn't want to see you - his girl, his fairy, his mythic love.
Robb soon reached a part of the forest known to only very few in the North - his father included. The Starks were not only the Wardens of the North but the keeper of its ancient secrets.
Once he rode past the invisible barrier - accessible by those that carry the blood of House Stark - the wintery abode filled with white snow and blue ice melted away to a world of iridescent green trees and a kaleidoscope of colors eternally blooming. He finally saw the red leaves of the ancient weirwood tree whose twin linked your worlds together. Under the magnificent branches, he felt an explosion of love burst inside him at the sight of you.
You - his one and only love - sitting on the gnarled and overgrown roots of your tree. Your feet were bare as you only wore simple white linen dress that hugged your curves beautifully. He saw the flowers and small buds braided into your dark, wavy, umber-brown tresses.
"Fairy!"
Robb called out the nickname he had given you since he first met you in these woods as a child. He felt life flow inside him as he watched you turn around and saw the bright smile spread across your face. As soon as he was close enough, he slowed his steed to stop before jumping off and racing to the ancient tree where you and him would rendezvous in secret.
"Robb!" you called out. You waved in excitement before lightly jogging forward to meet him halfway.
Robb immediately took you in his arms and held you in a tight embrace. He pressed his nose into your locks and breathed in the lavender and wild grass notes. He felt time slow down until it seemed like the whole world stopped. Robb knew such a thing was impossible, but he thought many things were impossible before meeting you.
You slightly nudged him away until his face slightly hovered above yours. On your tiptoes, until they dug into the soft dirt beneath you, you firmly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your mortal lover gladly reciprocated and tightened his arms around your waist until your chests were firmly pressed against each other.
When you finally parted for air, Robb lovingly stared at how beautifully flushed your cheeks became. He watched in a lust-ridden gaze at how your fingers swiftly undid the ties in front of your dress. He felt his breath stop as the garment pooled at your feet. Your body was completely bare and unclothed, and your skin was unmarred and looked silky-soft. You took his hand and held it at your breast - he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating.
He wondered if you even knew how much of his breath you took away.
"I want to feel you, my love," you whispered. "Just us, under our tree, where only the witnesses of our love are our gods."
Robb choked back a groan. If he felt his cock growing hard at the sight of your skin, your words made his cock weep for your wet walls.
Gods, he loved you so much - how could he refuse?
Hurriedly, he took off his cloak and laid it down on the ground before removing his clothes with your help; Robb was just as bare and naked as you were. You gasped at the sight of him.
How could one man be so beautiful? How did such beauty become possible? How blessed were you to receive his love?
He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, and your lips parted to grant his access to fully devour you. When it felt like you would collapse from the lack of air, his lips trailed down your neck. You heard him murmur against your skin.
"I love you."
He repeated it over and over again, and your breathing became heavier as he continued to trail down. On the tops of your breasts, he deeply breathed the addictive perfume of your skin and began to lay kisses within the valley. His gentle hands roamed and caressed your skin with so much tenderness as his fingers reached that soaked spot between your plush thighs. He slowly slid his fingers inside you, and he growled at how much your slick arousal coated his calloused fingers.
You, on the other hand, felt completely lost in the sea of pleasure Robb was drowning you in. He was gentle. He always was with you, but today...it felt like he was the one who would completely fall apart without you.
Despite you were in full knowledge that it was truly the opposite.
Because for all of his Northern roughness, he was a man who loved with all his heart. He was utterly loyal to those he loved and cherishedâa sentiment he shared especially with you, and you could not have been more grateful.
"I want to be here with you," he softly mumbled. "I could never want for anything else if I lived the rest of my life here, with you and our children. You, my pretty fairy, as the mother of my children, and me, your loyal wolf, forever protecting you."
He felt your core clench at his words as hot pleasure shot up your spine. It was a dream the two of you often shared - a life without obligations or duty, no fussy mothers or pushy fathers to stand in your way, and no empty and bleak futures looming over you. A life where it was just the two of you, riding through your forest with your horses, the woods filled with the laughter of your children. And when the day ended, the night would be filled with endless pleasure as your thoughts would only be full of him and his full of you.
You tenderly stroked the curls from his face as you felt the dam holding your pleasure slowly breaking.
Your chest was heaving. "It will, my sweet wolf," you promised. "Ours is a love no one can take awayâthe gods have shown it to me. After all, our gods are the ones who brought us together in the first place."
It was not long until you completely fell apart and gushed over his fingers. Your back arched as you coated your inner thighs and his fingers with your slick. Robb huskily chuckled as he pressed kisses down your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Your fingers intertwine with his lovely, auburn curls in an attempt to anchor yourself to this material plane.
"Lie down," he softly ordered. "I won't take you against the harsh bark of a tree."
"Oh, but on your cloak in the dirt is an acceptable alternative?" you teased despite lowering against the soft, dark furs of your lover's fine cloak.
He smirks at your mirth as he crawls toward you. His perfect form hovering over you as if you were prey and he was about to devour you whole.
"Of course," he confirmed. "After all, I plan to take you on it until the only word you know how to say is my name, and the furs soak up all of your cum until it's all I can smell on it until the end of time."
Biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you could hardly wait for him to make good on his promise.
Robb aligns his cock at your entrance, its head red and its tip leaking with precum, as he slowly pushes inside you as wraps his hand in yours. He was only halfway inside you before he fully pushed himself in and completely bottomed out.
You cried as white, hot pleasure shot up your spine and flooded every nerve in your body. You felt so full and could hardly wrap your head around the fact that you and Robb's bodies were joined together as one.
"Fuckin'- fuck," he gasps out. "How is it you're so tight every time I take you?"
"Because I'm yours, Robb," you answered breathlessly. "My body was made for you as yours was made for me. Such pleasures could only exist between us - us and no one else."
Feeling the pool of pleasure in his stomach overflowing at your words, Robb begins to slowly thrust - in and out - until he reaches a steady rhythm that makes you senselessly babble as you feel your body becoming dull to everything but Robb. You felt every slow drag of his hips, every lingering trail of his touch, every hot breath on your skin, and you wondered how one man could make you feel so good.
He hits that spot inside youâthe one that makes you see stars that only he could reach. Your eyes roll back, and you beg him to kiss you. A wish he complies without questionâbecause what is his purpose if not to grant your every wish in his power?
It isn't long until he feels your walls clenching around his cock, and he can feel his control quickly slipping.
"Fairy, my fairy," he pleads against your lips. "'m close, 'm cumming."
"In-inside, my love," you beg. "I want you to spill your seed inside me. Let it take root in my womb, and our child grow."
Your grip on his hand tightens as your love's thrusts become quicker and sloppy, and he hits that spot inside you even more harshly and roughly. You scream as your walls clamp down on his member as your arousal spills out and coats his cock. He quickly follows after you, pushing himself as deep as he can to fill your womb with his seed as a groan resonates deep within his chest.
Despite the exhaustion flooding his muscles, Robb does not collapse atop you or pull out. Instead, he presses a soft kiss on your sweaty temple and lies by your side. He holds you close and breathily chuckles at how close to sleep you look in his arms. He places a small peck on your nose and smiles at how it scrunches so adorably.
"Rest now, my love. I'll be here when you wake."
You let out a loud yawn. "Good...believe it or not, this isn't what I had planned for us."
"Oh? And what were we supposed to do before you...distracted me?"
Robb raises his brow before smirking at the memory of how you initiated seducing him. You swatted his arm.
"My mare successfully gave birth to a foal. He's so beautiful - a red and white coat. I already love him."
"Have you named him?"
"Yes, Kodak."
Robb wanted to ask why you decided to name him that of all things, but you were burrowed in his chest - already in a deep sleep. With a content smile, he followed suit and met you in a dream. A beautiful dream where it was just you, him, your children, and 'Kodak.' All of you laughing and smiling in your beloved woods.
Underneath the weirwood tree, you and he met all those years ago - when you were still a sprite, and he was still a boy. Underneath the weirwood where Robb saw you for the first time, and he swore to the Old Gods and New that he would love only you for the rest of his life.
A promise he swore then, a promise he still keeps, and a promise that remains true until his last breath.
@dipperscavern, if you've died from an overload of fluff and love delulu fantasies...then I've done my job
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Hiii can u do a Luke or Clarisse (either one) x child of Dionysus! Reader and like they sneak off to make out or SMT AND DIONYSUS catches them AND GIVES THEM THE TALK and itâs funny and embarrassing for them
(Thank you if you do make this!!)
THE TALK
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pairing: luke castellan x daughter of dionysus!reader
summary: your father gives you the talk, after he catches luke and you sneaking around
warnings: innuendo?, making out, dionysus dramatics
a/n: letâs pretend ep 8 of pjo didnât happen. ngl brainrotting to luke and swan lake op 20 act 1
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Dionysus paced around in front of the two of you. His Hawaiian shirt catching wind. Luke was trying (and failing) to hide the grin. It was quite amusing to see a God worry about something like this.
Dionysus was muttering something to himself. You caught wind of your father talking about âChironâ and âthe talkâ and he was so confused on where to start.
You grimaced just knowing this wouldnât end well. âDad, pleaseâŠâ You helplessly plead not to even start this conversation.
âNo, no! I must.â Dionysus spoke and put his hands up in discontent. He leaned against his little desk in the Big House.
âDo you know how betrayed I feel!?â
Luke smiled as he helped you down the steps of Cabin 12. A stupid lovey-dovey grin on both of your faces as you interlaced hands and ran across camp. It was as if you were normal mortal teenagers rather than half-bloods.
You trek through the forest used for the Capture the Flag, running along the river which lead to the lake. Every so often, Luke stopped to steal a kiss from you. You two had not seen each other all day because of counselor duties.
âLukeâ!â You giggled after he stole yet another kiss.
âYouâve deprived me of affection, love.â Luke joked and held your hands. He walked backwards into a clearing. You reached the lake. It was usually used for canoeing, swimming and Capture the Flag (as well as romantic rendezvous). âHow was I supposed to sleep without seeing you?â
Luke took of the jacket he was wearing so you could sit without getting sand on your pajamas. The waves of the lake seeped into the sand by your feet. Luke and you sharing portions of his jacket so you both wonât get dirty.
âI did retire to my cabin without giving you a good night kiss.â You joked your hand came to rest on Lukeâs cheek.
âWhat a terrible girlfriend.â Luke hummed and lips in to kiss your lips. You breathed through your nose. Fireworks exploded in your stomach as you and Luke kissed, pushing each back ever so slightly, but not letting go.
Your other hand went to cup his face fully. Sweet nothings heard here and there as he pulled back for air just to dive back in.
You canât help but lose yourself in him.
Itâs always him.
You canât help it. When he looks like that, treats you like this and has a reputation of thatâ you canâ help it.
âLukeâŠâ
âMmâŠâ
âHi!â Mr. D shined a flashlight on both of you. His hand on his hip. Luke and you break apart and block the shiny light from your eyes. âSoâŠyou both get bathroom duty forâŠthree monthsââ
Before Mr. D could even dish out punishment, he gasps. He gasps so dramatically you think he sucked all the oxygen from the world.
âI know.â Your dad stated firmly. His flare for dramatics makes you want to roll your eyes. âI know that is not my daughter kissing a boy.â
âBetrayed?â
You exclaim. Your face contorting into disbelief and surprise. You leg stopped bouncing as you stare at your father.
âYes. Betrayed that my ownââ Dionysus feigns his tears. A hand over his heart as if he is going to a parental crisis. âMy own daughter!â His voice shaky.
âWith all due respect Mr. Dââ Luke spoke up.
âIâm not talking to you!â Dionysus exclaimed and crouched to his knees in front of you.
He turns on the fake waterworks. âYouâre growing up! Which meansâŠyouâll be discovering things that make youââ
Luke and you cringe. âDad!â You cried out, disgusted with what he was trying to imply. Mr. Dâs act drops. He stood up and leaned on his table. âLook, you two are young and Chiron was telling me to man up and have like a sex talkââ
âDad!â You stood up, grabbing Lukeâs hand. You storm out of there, listening to your father yell phrases like âbe safe when youâre with him!â or âThatâs fourâno five months on bathroom duty!â
You face was as red as the strawberries growing in the field. Luke laughed quietly at your embarrassment, though he himself was embarrassed.
âHey. You heard your father. Be safe with me.â Luke teased and grabbed your waist. He turned you around to face him.
âLukeâplease, that was already embarrassing enough.â You spoke flustered.
âSoâŠâ Luke dragged out with a small smile. He leaned in towards your face, lips centimeter away from yours. âNext time. We wonât get caught. Canât suffer another talk again, can we?â
Luke pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
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so...just imagine Halsin had told you to meet him at the lake, a secret rendezvous far from the watchful eyes of your companions.
If things were different, you'd spend every moment together, lost in each other, but for now, these stolen moments will have to suffice. You slip out of your clothes, the warm summer air clinging to your skin, and step into the cool embrace of the water. Half-submerged, you let your fingers trail through the water, creating delicate circles that disturb the stillness of the lake. Your gaze fixed on the moon, lost in its glow, until the sound of quiet footsteps pulls you back to the present.
Halsin could be as silent as the night if he chose to be, moving through the forest with the stealth of a predator. But tonight, he wanted you to hear him coming. The deliberate crunch of his footsteps on the sand, the sound of fabric being shedâhe wanted you to anticipate his approach.
You hear the soft thud of clothes being dropped on the sand, and you know immediately who it is. Your body responds instinctively, tightening with anticipation, your heart pounding faster, heat pooling low in your belly. Your lips part slightly.
As Halsin steps into the water, he can't help but feel the desire surging through him like a wildfire. The soft arch of your back, the curve of your hips, the fullness of your ass...His cock stiffens instantly, and without realising a bead of precum gathers at the tip.
His body responding to yours.
The sound of Halsin's powerful body cutting through the lake makes you shiver. He's right behind you in mere seconds. One of his hands possessively splays across your belly, the other finds the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and he pulls you back against him, his broad chest pressing into your back. His breath is hot against your neck as he murmurs something low and husky, his lips trailing over your skin, leaving a burning path of desire in their wake. Your body arches into his touch, yearns for his attention.
You can feel his hard cock pressing insistently between your ass cheeks, rutting between them, while his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve, every soft spot, until his fingers find the slick heat between your legs. Youâre already wet, aching for him, and when he rubs his thumb over your clit, you canât help the moan that escapes your lips.
He grips your waist firmly, spreading your legs wider with his knee, and without a word, he slides his cock deep inside you.
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so...yeah, a quick thought of mine Ëá”Ë
you can find more of my works about halsin âĄhereâĄ
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ê„ â Found Someone Better / The End Of An Era
Artists â Jake x Neytiri x fem!avatar!reader
Genre â Chapter One
Lyrics â The beautiful relationship you use to have with your mates in the beginning has become loveless. Their horrible treatment toward you drove you into making the hardest decision of your life: running away.
Music Advisory â Pre-Atwow, Angst, hurt w/o comfort, sprinkles of fluff (with Loâak), ooc Jake, ooc Neytiri, dying marriage (that ends in implied divorce/breakup) implied/light scenes of domestic violence, implied emotional/physical abuse, mentions of manhandling, controlling!Jake, mean!Jake, mean!Neytiri, implied neglect, Kids are aged-down: Tuk - 1 / Loâak, Kiri, and Spider - 7 /Neteyam - 8
Some of the topics above are considered triggering to some. If you donât agree with any of the content above or it makes you uncomfortable please dni! Youâre responsible for your own consumption!
Duration â 4.3k
Index â âitan - son / yawntutsyĂŹp - darling / mawey - calm
Words From Artist â The first chapter of the series is finally here! Iâm so excited to start this series because this idea has been brewing for a while! This story will take you on an emotional roller coaster so grab some tissues, get ready to be upset at certain situations, smile at the happy moments, and smirk during the spicy scenes! I hope yâall enjoy and always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading yâall reactions! With that being said let the story begin!!
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As you sit in front of the cooking fire, stirring the pot of food youâre serving for lunch, you look up and see Neytiri sitting on Jakeâs lap as they work on weaving a blanket together. Their laughs echo through the room and you can see them stealing kisses from each other every few minutes which makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. You havenât always felt this way about your mates, your heart wasn't always filled with hate from how affectionate they are towards each other, but over the years this is what your relationship has gradually become: them being in their own world while you sit on the sidelines feeling alone.
In the beginning of your relationship, you felt love from them, probably Neytiri more than Jake, but nonetheless it was present. When you made the decision to become their mate, you left the comfort of the lab and fully emerged yourself into the Naâvi lifestyle and that included the soul transfer to permanently become one with your Avatar body. You loved being a scientist, but you loved being with your spouses more, so you put that aspect of your life on hold to explore a deeper relationship with them.
You knew they had an established relationship prior to you coming into the picture, and you were fine with that because they were always loving and kind towards you, but now theyâre too consumed with each other to show you any sort of affection. When you first started noticing Jake and Neytiri not wanting to be intimate with you, you assumed it was because they were stressed or tired from their duties as Oloâeyktan and Tsakarem, plus having to take care of four entergetic children. However, one day while you were walking in the forest, collecting fruits to prepare as a side dish for lunch, you witnessed Jake and Neytiri having sex in a clearing of grass, his hands gripped tightly around her waist as he thrusted into her from behind as moans of pleasure spilled from Neytiriâs lips.
Watching your mates indulge in acts of sexual pleasure without you made you feel a tinge of pain that was indescribable. Knowing that your partners, the people who were supposed to love you the most, no longer saw you as sexually appetizing and felt the need to sneak around made your stomach turn into knots. Deep down you always felt like you should say something, tell them that you caught them during their private rendezvous, but you decided to keep quiet because you didnât want a conflict to arise and make your living situation worse than it currently is.
No matter how hard you thought about it and replayed all the memories in your head about different stages of your relationship, you could never figure out when or why their love for you faded. Sometimes you would think about separating from them and moving on with your life, but you tolerated their behavior because of your children, not wanting them to grow up in a broken home.
While grinding a few herbs to season your food with, you hear the sound of small feet running in the marui, making a small creep on your face, already knowing who it could be. âMama!â Loâak shouts in excitement while he runs up to you and wraps his arms around your neck, happy to see you after a long day.
âHi, baby, how was your day?â You ask as you plant a kiss on his cheek, wanting to hear everything about his day so far. Loâak was your biological son, you gave birth to him a year after Neytiri had Neteyam. Loâak is your pride and joy, when you gave birth to him you felt like he was your physical heart on display. Knowing that this little boy came from your womb made you want to be the best mother to him, so thatâs what youâve done ever since he took his first breath.
When Loâak opens his mouth, ready to give you a spiel about his day, Jakeâs voice begins to bounce off the walls of the marui, already deciding to start a sense of chaos. âLoâak! Stop talking and go do your chores around the house!â
âBut I was-â
âNow, boy! Donât talk back to me!â Loâakâs ear flattens against his head and the light of excitement in his eyes dims. When he was on the way home, he was compiling so many stories together in his head, so many things happened and he couldnât wait to tell you every second of it, so when his father denies him the chance, it makes him deeply upset.
You donât like seeing Loâak like this, a downcast expression and sad eyes, so you decide to pull him closer to you so you could tell him something that you know for sure would lift his spirits. âDonât be sad, âitan. When you finish, me and you will go out and Iâll take you to your favorite pond to play in.â You could tell heâs back in his happy boyish mood when his frown turns into a smile and his head pops up from him staring at the ground. âOkay!â He replies in the quietest tone possible before running off to his chores so you both can go on your adventure.
When you watch him disappear to another part of the marui, Kiri and Neteyam greet you with a hug and a few kisses, telling you how much they missed you and how they were ready to come home. Once they finish talking to you they start playing in the center of the room which makes your eyebrow raise in a confused manner, wondering why their father hasnât sent them to complete their current duties around the house like their younger brother. âJake, why arenât they doing anything?â
ââCause they donât need to, theyâre fine.â His harsh tone doesnât phase you, heâs used it one too many times before, so you're used to it by now. Jake has always treated Loâak differently than the rest of the children, no matter how much Loâak tried to get his father to interact with him, he would always decline. He showed his other children more love and affection, taking them out to play and carving them wooden toys, but for Loâak, he didnât do any of those things and sometimes not even your other mate. It never made sense to you why he or Neytiri treat Loâak that way, heâs such a sweet and innocent boy and he doesnât deserve that type of treatment. Since theyâre emotionally negligent, you always make it your mission to pour love and affection into Loâakâs life to fill in the areas they lack.
Instead of telling Jake how you feel about his way of handling things, you just sit back and bite your tongue, not wanting to start an argument with the kids in the room. All you could do is shake your head at his cold demeanor and how Neytiri is just sitting there like what just happened is okay. When Jake turns his attention from you and looks back toward Neytiri, you can see his facial expression soften; he looks more calm with Neytiri, he acts as if sheâs his only mate, the only love of his life and thatâs what makes you want to scream and cry at the same time. Just seeing them interact with each other makes you wonder how the hell your once loving relationship turned into this.
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Jake and Neytiri took the older kids into the village so they could go to their young warrior training to learn and practice the basics about Naâvi life. Therefore, youâre currently home taking care of Tuk, watching her walk around the marui while babbling in her baby language that only she can understand. The sun starts to set and you see Tuk starting to get sleepy, little yawns coming from her mouth as her tiny hands rub her eyes. âIs my little one tired?â You ask as you scoop her up off the floor and cradle her in your arms. She responds to your question with a cute nod, looking up at you with her big golden eyes making your heart melt. You lay her gently down in her wooden crib before pulling her woven blanket over her and kissing her goodnight.
When you close the privacy curtain to the makeshift doorway, you see your family walking inside. Your eyes focus on how Jake has his hand wrapped around the back of Loâakâs neck, making you wonder whatâs going on between them. When Jake roughly lets go of him, Loâak runs to you with tears in his eyes, making your protective instincts arise. âWhatâs wrong, âitan?â You bend down to his eyes level, wanting to figure out what was the cause of his tears. When you see a few drops of clear liquid trickle down his face, you take your thumb and wipe under his eyes. âTalk to me, yawntutsyĂŹp. Tell me whatâs bothering you.â
âMe and Ne-Neteyam were taking turns shooting the bow he made and when it was m-my turn, I broke it. It was an accident, but dad got mad and yelled at me.â As he tells you what happened, he sniffles in between every few words, his chest rises from trying to stifle his tears, and by looking at how his tail is tightly curled behind his body, you could tell what happened between him and his father frightened him.
You immediately pull him into your embrace, wrapping your arms around his body so you could soothe him, wanting to make him feel safe and comfortable. âMawey, itâs okay, Loâak. I know you didnât mean to break it and your father does too, he just⊠gets angry sometimes.â You rub his back, letting his head rest on your shoulder so he could relax. While continuing to calm Loâak down, you see Jake sitting at the wooden table working on something thatâs related to his duties. Clearly he could see how upset Loâak was and he just sat there as if nothing was happening.
Watching Loâak come to you with tears in his eyes and viewing Jake treat Loâak roughly made an anger thatâs been building up for years beg to be released. Youâve been wanting to give Jake a piece of your mind for a long time and tonight youâre finally pissed enough to make your feelings known. âGo in your room and wait for me. Iâll come in a little bit okay?â Loâak nods his head in response and before he turns to walk away, you kiss his forehead and let him know that you love him.
Seeing you send Loâak to bed made Neytiri follow suit, deciding to walk Neteyam and Kiri into their sleeping area, giving you the perfect opportunity to talk to your so called husband. âJake, I need to talk to you.â
The man wasnât in any mood to converse, especially when heâs in the middle of creating new trade strategies, so when he hears your statement he grumbles under his breath before deciding to respond, barely giving you a sliver of his attention. âWhat?â
âIâve tried to stick this marriage out for as long as I can, but I canât do it anymore. I want out of this, Jake.â
When the sentence falls into the air, Jakeâs face scrunches up and his eyebrows raise. He doesnât like a thing you just said, so when it finally registers in his mind, he abruptly stops what he was doing and walks over to you. âLeave? Youâre not leaving this marriage, we are mated for life!â He growls, towering over your frame that was smaller compared to his. He wasnât going to let you leave because if you left, the clan would look at him as insufficient, not being good enough to keep his mate and he wasnât going to let you ruin his reputation.
âWhy not? You and Neytiri donât even show me any attention anymore, you both act as if I mean nothing! You do everything together and nothing with me and Iâm not going to stay in a dead marriage!â You shout at him, causing Neytiri to come out and see what was going on. âAnd I donât appreciate how you treat Loâak, Iâm not going to keep letting you be mean and rude towards our child!â
âMean?â He scoffs as if you offended him by your remark, his tail begins to thrash behind him as he bares his teeth. âYouâre lucky I even got you pregnant! If I wasnât drunk that night you wouldnât even have him!â At this particular time in your marriage Jake had recently started falling out of love with you, the only way he could stomach having sex with you âwhen it was happeningâ was drinking a few cups of fermented fruit beforehand and on the night of conception there was a clan celebration so he indulged in hefty amounts of alcohol. âI didnât even want a child with you, I just fucked up one night.â Jake doesnât have any empathy for how his actions affected you, past or present. His face holds zero emotion and in his twisted mind, he doesnât see anything wrong with his actions.
When his confession resonates, it finally clicks. The reason he treats Loâak like shit is because he didnât even want him. Knowing that the man you loved didnât want to create a child with you like you always thought he did makes your chest tighten with feelings of anger. Not only does that piss you off, but the fact that he happily gave Neytiri two children makes your head spin. âYou bastard, I canât fuckinâ believe you!â The volume of your voice raises as you place your hand on Jakeâs chest, shoving him to try and release some of the raging aggression that was coursing through your body.
Before you can speak another word or angrily put your hands on Jake again, Neytiri stands in front of you, putting space between you and Jake. âDonât touch him!â She hisses, now placing her hands on your chest, giving you a subtle threat. Youâre taken aback at Neytiri being fierce toward you, not understanding why sheâs upset with you and not with Jake. By her not reacting, it only means one thing: she knew about what he had done.
âDid you know Jake felt that way? Were both of you in fuckinâ cahoots or something?!â You hiss back at her and show your fangs, giving her the same energy sheâs emitting. You canât believe she would do something like this, you could see Jake doing something like this, but Neytiri being a co-conspirator makes everything hurt ten times worse.
While youâre spewing insults at Neytiri, Jakeâs blood starts boiling. He has already been fed up with you, but now since you are going at Neytiri, he decides that heâs finally sick of you and your âdramaticsâ as he calls them. He places himself in front of you and grabs your chin, pressing his fingers into your skin, tilting your head upward so you could look him in the eye. âIâm gonna say this one time and itâll be my last. You are not leaving this marriage, you will stay in this house, and take care of your son.â His callous fingers are digging into your skin, making your skin crawl with fear, worried about what he might do next.
âAnd donât you ever talk back to me, Iâm your Oloâeyktan and you will show me some damn respect!â He speaks through gritted teeth, and his eyes fill with a mix of disgust and aggression. The more he talks, the more he squeezes your face, making your lips pucker out. âYou got that?â You nod your head as much as you could, not wanting to be defiant because youâre scared he might hit you like heâs done in the past. When Jake lets his anger get the best of him or he comes home from drinking with the warriors, he would take his frustrations out on you, always leaving you with a bruise or two and sometimes worse depending on his mood.
When heâs satisfied with your response he roughly releases you, pushing you against the wall of the marui. He doesnât say another word, he just walks to another part of the marui with Neytiri trailing behind him. When they walk out of your line of sight, you release a breath you didnât know you were holding, followed by silent sobs. You donât know how you got into this situation, trapped in a loveless relationship and feeling confined in the walls of your own home, but you were going to get yourself out of it by any means necessary.
As your warm tears continue to flow, creating liquid stains on your bra top, you hear the sound of a privacy curtain open. âMama, Are you okay?â When Loâakâs voice rings through your ears, you hurriedly wipe your tears and force a happy expression on your face, not wanting him to see you in a saddened and distraught state.
You look up and see him peeking his head out the makeshift doorway which makes you chuckle at how cute he looks. âYes, Iâm fine, âitan. Come here.â You beckon and he comes walking toward you and sits on your lap. âHow about I let you stay up a little longer tonight and I take you to play in the pond like I promised?â You ask while lightly poking his stomach, making Loâak erupt with giggles.
âYayyy!â He stands up excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling your arm so you can stand up. You stand up and you begin to walk with him to the nearby pond thatâs a few feet away from the marui. Once you get close enough, Loâak unravels his hand from yours and runs into the pond at full speed, splashing around in the water as his eyes filled with amazement as the bioluminescent fish swim around his feet. Seeing the smile etched on his face helps you make one of the toughest decisions youâve ever made. You know it will be difficult, but it needs to be done, before matters escalate into something you canât control.
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After that night with Jake, you started being more submissive than usual, doing anything and everything Neytiri and Jake ask while you waited for the argument to blow over. It took lots of self control and restraint to bite your tongue and not say anything to them but you kept your eyes on the prize.
Itâs now a few weeks later and theyâve completely forgotten about the whole argument, which means itâs the perfect time for you to take Loâak and leave the forest. Youâre sitting in the center of the marui, finishing up a newly woven blanket for Tuk while allowing the paste to dry on the handcrafted necklaces you made for Neteyam, Kiri, and Spider. When you finish the last stitch you hold up the blanket, admiring how nice the pattern came out. While looking at the blanket your eyes wander to the child sized jewelry on the floor next to you, making a saddened sigh leave your lips at the thought of these physical items will be how each of them will remember you. These pieces you made are special, the last gift the four of them will receive from you before you leave. You want to say goodbye to them in person, but you know that if you see their sad faces and tear filled eyes, you wonât be able to leave. All of them see you as their mother and you treat them as if theyâre your biological children because thatâs how much they mean to you.
You gather the gifts and place them on the wooden table along with two letters, one for the kids and one for Jake and Neytiri. The letter for the children contains heartfelt messages, telling them how much you love them and how you know that one day Eywa will guide them to wherever you decide to make you and Loâakâs new home. The letter to your now ex-mates is the complete opposite. You tell them how youâre tired of being treated like you hold no value, like the scum of the planet. All the built up emotions you felt over the years: invalidated, ignored, forgotten, and every negative emotion they made you feel you poured into your writing, wanting them to know how much pain and suffering theyâve caused you. You ended the letter with telling them that they can now have a happy live together with just the two of them because youâre done with them.
Looking at each object on the table makes everything feel more real, you were finally breaking yourself free from the restraints of Jake and Neytiri. Youâre scared you might not be making the right decision, scared that everything wouldnât be greener on the other side if you leave. You donât know where Loâak and you are going to live yet, but youâre planning on flying in whatever direction the wind takes you.
As you notice the sun hiding behind the horizon you start packing essentials for the journey along with different keepsakes to remind you of your time with the Omatikaya. You pack quickly, wanting to leave before Jake and Neytiri come back home with Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk. âLoâ come on! We have to go!â You explained to Loâak yesterday that you both are going to leave and at first, he was sad, he didnât want to leave his siblings, grandmother, or Spider, but when you explained that it would be better for you both to leave, he was able to understand in the best way a seven-year old could.
When you hear movement, you assume itâs Loâak, so you turn around but your eyes land on Moâat which makes you nervous. You know sheâs already witnessed you packing your things, so you stand up, trying to come up with an excuse, but before you speak, she puts her hand up, stopping you from conjuring up a lie. âI already know.â A few days ago she was given a vision from Eywa that you were leaving and Moâat was here to settle your mind and tell you where you should make your new home.
âMoâat, I donât want to leave but I have to. I canât handle the mistreatment and suffering anymore and I donât want that to trickle down to Loâak.â As you continue explaining the reason behind your decision Moâat nods with soft eyes, understanding why you feel compelled to leave. There have been multiple instances where you came to Moâatâs marui in the middle of the night, riddled with bruises and fresh tears running down your face from a heated argument that turned physical with Jake and Neytiri. She hates that you had to endure their cruel treatment when youâre nothing but a good mate to them, so she is glad that you are finally leaving, even though she would miss you and Loâak.
âI understand, âite, I will help you leave if that is what you wish.â Moâat places her hand on your shoulder, taking in your presence since she knows that this will be the last time sheâll see you for a long time.
âI donât know where me and Loâak should go. I want to leave in a few hours before everyone comes home, but I donât know where to go. Pandora is so vast and I want to go somewhere that would be far away.â
âI know the perfect place for you to go. The Metkayina are Reef Naâvi and live in the Eastern Seas. If you travel beyond the sea you will find them and they will allow you to seek uturu among them. The journey will be long so I will help you prepare.â Moâat begins to help you pack as she goes into detail about the people you will meet, what you will see, and most of all what to expect when you and Loâak arrive at Awa'atlu.
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After saying your goodbyes to Moâat, exchanging words and hugs filled with love, you and Loâak make your way to the large tree where your ikran resides. âHello, Hufwe.â You smile softly as you pet the creature, letting it rub its head against your skin. Once your ikran calms itself, you begin to strap your belongings along its back. âWe must leave the forest and go far away.â You make Tsaheylu, connecting your queues and letting your ikran feel your emotions, hoping by making the connection, it would feel your sense of urgency about leaving.
Hufweâs wings began to gain momentum and flap slowly, preparing itself for the journey ahead. You pick Loâak up and place him on the ikranâs back before jumping up and sitting behind him. Once you and Loâak were in a comfortable position you wrap a blanket around your bodies so you donât get cold while flying. âLetâs go, Hufwe.â You pat the side of her neck, urging her to spread her wings and fly off into the almost nightly sky. In a blink of an eye you realize that you were soaring high in the clouds, so high that you could see the Hallelujah mountains, the place you used to reside in with your mates.
As you watch the forest grow smaller and smaller you could feel tears begin to blur your vision. You hate to leave the forest, but you know that this move is what you need to keep you and your son safe from the evils of Jake and Neytiri. Knowing that you could start a new life, have a fresh start, and give Loâak a better quality of life are the most important things to you right now and it makes uprooting your life worth it. Now things can get better, since youâre free from Jake and Neytiri, and maybe you'll have the chance to find someone better.
Next â Chapter Two
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I really enjoyed your Regency Era yandere story! I would love to see a second part where he earns her affection back and proposes!
Notes: AH, THANK YOU! Maybe, in the future, I'll write a whole fic about Ambrose proposing. But for now, here's how his proposal would go from the top of my head.
Yandere! Lord, who, after months of courting, piles of love letters that made the mail coach dread delivering to your estate and taking you out on many splendid and lavish outings of carriage rides throughout every road in the city, afternoon tea that was filled to the brim with treats only royalty could enjoy, and lovely walks along the pier. And, of course, secret rendezvous in the nearby forest away from the publicâs scrutiny eye where you both could be yourselves. He decides to ask your father for your hand in marriage, and as the words of approval leave your fatherâs mouth, he's out the door!Â
Yandere lord! Who, if it were his idea, wouldâve asked for your hand way earlier. Yet, he was a patient man for you and waited for you to fall for him entirely, and when you dropped subtle hints about desiring an engagement, he immediately marched to your father.Â
Yandere! Lord, who already had your engagement ring prepared years beforehand, even when he was abroad. It was a valuable little thing. It wasnât just a big stone on a gold ring; no, it was made carefully with thought. The ring is engraved, and it is not just one heavy gemâ it is a large jewel surrounded by other smaller ones. Each placement was placed for a purpose.Â
Yandere Lord! Who announced the news to his father one evening and when The Earl rejected the idea entirely. He didnât take that very well. Itâs a shame his father became bedridden; it was almost as if someone repeatedly throughout these past days put drops of strychnine in his meals. It's a pity that his father won't attend his wedding, but alas, what can you do?
Yandere! Lord Who plans your proposal meticulously, ensuring everything goes soothingly and accordingly. He decided to propose when you both would but off in the forest. It was late at night near a small lake, a picnic laid out with your favourite foods, desserts, and drinks. The fireflies (which he anticipated to appear) decorate the small area, setting the mood more than any candlelight could; the small body of water is graced with a layer of blooming water lilies.
Yandere! Lord, when your back is turned away from him, gazing at the beautiful flowers in the water and complementing the scenery. He kneels on one knee, holding the ring box towards you. When you suspect something is in the midst because of how silent the loud-mouthed lord is, you turn to face him, only to be met with his sincere yet vulnerable gaze.
Ambrose delicately says your name. âYouâve bewitched me, body and soul, if youâll only grant me the honour to become your devoted companion in this life and more by allowing me to become your husband.â
âWill you marry me, My sweet?â
End notes: Ambrose's dad is getting reversibly traumatized by his own son....
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PROMPTS FOR A SECRET RENDEZVOUS WITH YOUR LOVER * Â assorted dialogue for moments of meeting in secret, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of the prompt
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
we can't keep meeting like this. sooner or later, they'll find us out.
you know i'll risk anything just to see you again.
when can we meet again?
when can you sneak away?
this is no way to live, [name].
i don't want to keep our love a secret.
you deserve better than kisses in the dark.
if my family found out i was seeing you, they'd never forgive me.
i don't want the crown. i want you.
they want me to marry [name], but i can't. i won't.
we should run away together.
they don't want us to be together.
took you long enough to get here! i was beginning to get worried.
i'm not of royal blood, and so they'll never let us be together.
did anyone see you?
this was the best hiding place i could find.
oh good! you got my note!
if anyone finds us here, we're dead.
they told me you're no good for me, but i didn't listen.
we'll find a way to be together, i promise.
i'll give it all up if i can just be with you.
they can't keep us apart. i won't let them.
i don't know how much more of this i can take.
they think you're a distraction.
ACTION PROMPTS
[ balcony ] as receiver stands on a balcony, sender calls out to them from down below and/or climbs up to see them
[ bleachers ] sender and receiver secretly meet under the bleachers at a football game in order to spend time together
[ hidden ] sender and recever secretly meet in a hidden room
[ gardens ] sender and receiver secretly meet in the lush gardens of a castle
[ forest ] sender and receiver rendezvous in a dark forest
[ wishing well ] receiver waits for sender at their usual meeting point, an old wishing well
[ phone ] sender and receiver talk to each other in secret on the phone
[ captured ] while receiver waits for sender to arrive, sender is shoved into receiver's view, captured by the enemy
[ alert ] sender alerts receiver that they've been found out and need to run
[ last one ] both captured, sender manages to kiss receiver one last time before they're dragged away
[ crowded ] sender and receiver lock eyes across a crowded room and mouth to one another that they love each other
[ discovered ] sender and receiver are having their secret rendezvous and are suddenly discovered by someone they were trying to hide from
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Pairings: Monkey D. Luffy x Reader, Sanji x Reader
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âLuffy. Luffy, youâre joking,â
You laid your head in your hands, absolutely exasperated. It had already been a long day for youâthe crew finally reached an island, yes, but it was just so dense with exuberant foliage, tree roots lifted so high from the ground that they could trip a giant, with low visibility due to the canopy up above formed from condensed trees. Everyone had split up into groups to go hunt and find food, and you were designated to be your carefree captainâs companion. Seriously, it was too much for you.
He had run rampant all day, and you were oh-so tired from chasing after him. Luffy was determined to tackle the biggest and baddest creature in the rainforest. Honestly, he was fueled by his desire for meat. Aaaaaaaall the meat that he could eat. You and your captain found one. There was just one problem.Â
The beast was way, way too fucking huge to drag back through the crowded thickets back to the ship. At least, there was no way to do it and keep your sanity intact. You gazed on as Luffy leapt through the air, waving his fist in victory. Yes, his smile was adorable. No, the puppy dog effect was not going to work on you.Â
âCaptain, thereâs no way that you and I can bring this⊠thing back in one piece,â you sighed. Was there really any point in trying to reason with him? âIâm a swordsman, âCap. I can cut this thing up, and we can haul part of it, or rendezvous with one of the other groups and carry piecesâŠâ
Luffy seemed to contemplate what you told him, putting his fingers to his chin and rubbing it. He flicked his eyes upward, pausing his jubilance for just a moment. He turned back towards you. âNah, we can drag it!âÂ
The conversation was interrupted by a droplet of water that hit his forehead. And then another. And then a droplet hit you. The pace escalated to a downpour before either of you two could blink. A surge of rage bubbled in the pit of your stomach. You were not just tired now, but tired, soaked, and freezing.Â
âPlease, Captain,â you pleaded. âItâs going to be too much to drag this thing through all of this.â Luffy moved to lay his eyes on you, noticing how your body began to shiver. âYouâre cold!â He emoted. He bounded over to you, and morphed to wrap his rubber arms around you like a snake would wrap around a branch. âYâknow, youâre âposed to get real close, for body warmth and stuff like that, when itâs cold.âÂ
Even though you were used to your Captain hugging you, as it was not out of the ordinary for him to hug any of the crew, a blush still started tinting your face. His signature shit-faced grin was close to yours, unmoving, and that was a lot for you to handle emotionally in that moment. Sure, Luffy was clueless. He was as dense as the forest you two were unfortunately in. But he was so caring, so loyal, and so handsome when he was this close.
The rubber man held your gaze for a few short moments. âI think we can take just part of this back,â Luffy said. ââM hungry. I wanna eat now.â You sighed in relief. âThank you, Captain. Iâll get started on that.âÂ
You paused for a moment, with water dripping down your face, waiting for Luffy to unwrap himself. He did not. Instead, he kept staring you down with an intensity that was unnerving you slightly. You could spot the cogs moving around in his head, and he had a reputation for never using his head.Â
And then he kissed you.Â
It was just a quick peck, and you would have missed it if you blinked. His arms unraveled, and he took a step back and settled into a pose of triumph, with his hands on his hips and a smile bigger than the sky on his face. He giggled gleefully.
âWhâwhuh, what was that?!â You jittered from the shellshock, the adrenaline making you feel an immediate, overwhelming flush. Luffy just shrugged. âI felt like it. I like you.âÂ
When you had received the news that Sanji was to be married off to someone else, it broke you.
Nami, bless her heart, had held you for multiple nights while you cried yourself to sleep. Sanji was a flirt, but Nami knew the feelings that you had for him. You just did not want to confess those feelings, for fear of complicating the dynamics amongst the crew. You loved Sanji, but Sanji loved women, and how would the crew deal with the tension if you two ever broke it off?
Your emotions really came to a head when you got stuck in the mirror dimension with Chopper and Carrot. You were overcome with excitement when you finally had found Sanji through the mirrors, even if you could only see the back of him. You leaned forward, eager, but paused as soon as your head and shoulders made it through the portal. He was talking to a woman. Even worse, he was talking to the woman he was to be married off to the very next day. âI wonât let our marriage be hell to you too!â The stranger sobbed out.Â
It felt like you had been frozen in time. There was no desire in you to hear this exchange, but you eavesdropped all the same. His fiancĂ©e rambled on, passionate and powerful. The power in her cries made you feel weak. Sanji took a step forward, bringing the woman into an embrace. âLetâs get married tomorrow.â He spoke reverently.Â
Your heart shriveled up and dropped down to the depths of hell below.Â
With all eagerness now dissipated, you slunk backwards from the portal and stood still in the mirror realm. This was really what he wanted. How were you going to be able to croak the words out to your captain?
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âGive it up, Captain! Sanji is not coming back!â You wailed and fussed, desperately trying to get Luffy to comprehend what you knew. He simply sniffled in response. You two were drenched from the pouring rain, surrounded by bodies, and Luffy was leaning against a plateau with his strength sapped. He needed to eatâbut Sanji was not coming, you tried to explain. He did not want to be a part of the Straw Hat pirates anymore.Â
âHeâs coming,â Luffy wheezed out. âI wonât eat any other food except from my cook.â The gurgling of your captainâs stomach and his stubbornness were pushing your emotions even further off the ledge.Â
You hung your head and closed your eyes. Everything just felt hopeless.Â
The sound of approaching footsteps made you perk up. You tensed, hand reaching for the sword at your side, as you anticipated another one of Big Momâs pirates to come after Luffy. Turning around, you narrowed your eyes just to seeâŠ
âŠSanji, holding a picnic basket.Â
âI didnât tell you to waitâŠâ he mused. âIf you can eat this, then eat.â Sanji walked past you to hand Luffy the basket, earning him a weak chuckle from the famed Straw Hat. He wasted no time to dig in, shouting proclamations of praise on the taste.Â
The two men began to deliberate. Once again, you just listened quietly, your shriveled up heart beginning to throb again when Sanji explained that he indeed could not escape the wedding. He and the other Vinsmoke family members were to be slaughtered like pigs.Â
âFor these three reasons, I cannot return with the rest of you! Just get out of hereââ Sanji was interrupted when your palm collided with his face, making a crisp thwack. Now brimming with anger, you came chest-to-chest with the soon-to-be groom and stared him down. âArrogant bastard, tell me what you really want!âÂ
Sanji returned the gaze, and tears started to prick the corners of his eyes. His brows began to relax, and he was soon letting the floodgates loose. He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms loosely around your legs. âI want to go back to the SunnyâŠ!âÂ
You knelt to the ground as well, wrapping your arms around the chefâs larger frame. âThatâs where you belong, you stupid, stupid idiot,â you whispered, moving to cup the black-leg fighterâs face in your hands. He was sopping, he was sobbing, but he was stunning. âWe love you. I love you.âÂ
Finally, you closed the gap and kissed him. Despite the rain, Sanji was still warm.Â
Luffy giggled from behind the two of you. âLetâs crash this wedding!â
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Imagine where your first kiss with LotR characters would be âĄ
Thank you for all your positive responses to my first post! I hope youâll enjoy this one as well, it was a lot of fun to write!
ïŸâ§ Aragorn.
Aragorn would make your first kiss absolutely romantic. He would take you to a moonlit spot he found in the forest, where youâd listen to a brook and the night birds as he holds your hand. Aragorn kisses you without expecting or demanding anything in return. He is content as long as he can be with you!
ïŸâ§ Arwen.
Arwen would playfully guide you to her favourite tower in Rivendell by your hand. Sheâd smile brightly over her shoulder as you ascend the artful staircase to be closer to the night sky. Sheâd stargaze with you there, maybe show you a book or two about the Elvish constellations that she keeps up there. You would kiss over such a book, or maybe against the white balustrade.
ïŸâ§ Boromir.
Boromir is well aware of his charms. When it comes to your first kiss, he teases and plays with you. However, once you share a quiet moment in the ruins of Osgiliath, he gives in to your advances. Leaning against a stone column, the usually shameless man grows silent against the comforting touch you provide.
ïŸâ§ Elrond.
Elrond keeps his house very orderly. He takes it upon himself to sort the library, for example. Since you offered to help him, you have been working all afternoon. âThis is the rest,â youâd say with a tired smile and a sigh as you set back the last books. Charmed by your blush of exhaustion in the golden sunlight, Elrond would smooth your hair back and lean in for a thank you kiss.
ïŸâ§ Ăomer.
Ăomer would kiss you in the wide grasslands of the Riddermark. Your horseback ride has been interrupted by a sudden storm â the weather here is erratic â forcing you to find shelter in a rock formation. There, Ăomer would make sure that youâre alright and dry, and as youâd touch, his heart would skip a beat at your damp hair and puffed lips. Being the man that he is, heâd kiss you passionately then, however offering you to âkeep this between us and the rainâ should you desire so.
ïŸâ§ Ăowyn.
Ăowyn loves the hills and cliffs of Edoras. There, she has a secret hiding spot where she used to play as a kid. Now, she uses it for romantic rendezvousâ, as she tells you with a smirk. You joke around a bit: âSo, Iâm your romantic tryst?â â âPerhaps you are!â â before you both lean in for a playful kiss that soon turns into something more romantic, truly.
ïŸâ§ Faramir.
If it was up to Faramir, heâd kiss you anywhere â on the market in Minas Tirith, in the forests of Ithilien, or his castle after the Ring War. However, he couldnât have chosen a better place than you: a flowery meadow where you sat down with drinks and books to tell each other fantastical stories about magic and dragons. While you lie in his arms, all you need to do is look up to find that Faramir wasnât even reading the book you held up and instead just admired you. And then, cupping his cheek and gently guiding him toward you is just too tempting!
ïŸâ§ Frodo.
Frodo would kiss you in front of your house in Hobbiton, having accompanied you home after a party at the Green Dragon. Heâs a gentleman, so heâd always offer to walk home together. Maybe youâre both a bit tipsy, but either way, you end up leaning against a quiet corner of your house, hidden away in the night shadows, where you share a kiss that Frodo blissfully smiles into.
ïŸâ§ Galadriel.
Galadriel would know youâd want to kiss her even before you yourself were really aware of it. One day, while sitting by a brook near her abode in LothlĂłrien, sheâd grin at you because she knows very well the reason for your blush. Sheâd offer you to sit by her side, or maybe even on her lap, and converse with you before brushing your hair out of your face to finally give you that kiss!
ïŸâ§ Gandalf.
Gandalf would finally kiss you after a long day of studying. Youâve been sitting in Minas Tirithâs library for hours, pondering ancient magic and recent developments. Once you call it a day, heâd look up and smile at you, like he just remembered something. Then heâd wish you goodnight. âBut firstâŠâ Youâd be lying if you said you havenât seen it coming from a mile away, but of course you let him have his joy anyway!
ïŸâ§ Gimli.
While usually brash and charming, Gimli is all quiet when it comes to asking you for a kiss while staying in your home. If he was wearing his helmet, heâd take it off, needless to say! You know he meant it to be a chaste forehead kiss, but you like to give your Dwarf a kiss worthy of a song â one that renders him speechless for at least a day. Heâd definitely stumble over the doorstep on his way out!
ïŸâ§ Haldir.
It is needless to say that Haldir would deny any desire to share a kiss with you until the very last second. After protecting the borders of LothlĂłrien from orcs, he is badly wounded and in dire need of your healing skills. Though he is ashamed of the vulnerability, he cannot help but marvel at your beauty and compassion while youâre immersed in your task. Heâd guise the kiss he gives you in the moonlight as a shameful repayment, but by now you can read his marble face so well that you know better!
ïŸâ§ Legolas.
Legolas would kiss you swiftly and lightly, like sunshine does when you step outside on a summer morning. Out in Mirkwood, heâd swirl around you like a butterfly to keep your fears away. Youâd heard stories about the dark forest, but he knows just how to keep your mind off of it. âThere,â heâd smile after your kiss, just shakily enough for you to realise he means this seriously after all, âthe fear is gone.â
ïŸâ§ Merry.
Merry would make a pompous scene out of kissing you. Heâd announce it loudly, standing on a table in the Green Dragon. Heâd get a blast out of your reaction, whether youâre blushing in embarrassment or laughing brightly at his joy. When he does join you by your chair and pecks your flushing face, the crowd cheers you on!
ïŸâ§ Pippin.
Pippin would kiss you on a festive night. Youâd run through the strawberry fields all night, always hunting the colourful fireworks sent by Gandalf from the hills above. After you break down beneath a tree, laughing and exhausted, Pippin would exclaim something like, âI could kiss you right now!â and quickly lean in.
ïŸâ§ Sam.
Sam keeps a mental list of things heâd like to say to you someday. However, heâs so insecure he doesnât even dream heâd ever get the chance. But when youâre sitting in the shadows of the sunflower field on a bright summer day, heâd want to seize that opportunity and babble in his adorably timid but sincere manner. But, being embarrassed by his own fumbling, heâd eventually go, âMaybe I oughtta kiss you instead, yâknow?â Far be it from you to object!
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Until the Morning Light || Aragorn
Summary: Request - I wanted to see if I could request an Aragorn x reader. You donât have to write anything! No pressure <3 It is a bit cheesy, soâŠMaybe something where they started having strong feelings for each other during their travels to destroy the ring and are so desperately longing after the other, just that they never confess and even the encouragement of the fellowship doesnât help... Read Rest Here
A/N: Gosh I just adore this man! Thank you for the request always!!
Pairing: Aragorn x Reader
Word Count: 5.1k +
TW: Violence, orc violence, death, blood, crying, angst, Battle of Helm's Deep, lotr warnings
Born under the vast skies of Rohan you grew up amidst the rolling plains and the echoing calls of horses. From a young age you were not just a child of the land but its protector, honing your skills with a blade as well as you could listen to the whispers of the earth. Your heart was fiercely loyal and brave and tempered by the tender tales of your mother. She bestowed upon you a rare gift, a deep connection with nature that allowed you to sense and communicate with the world around you in ways few others could.
This unique ability was distinct from the innate affinity that elves hold with the forests and rivers. Unlike the elves whose communion often involves a harmonious coexistence and a capability to influence natureâs growth and health your gift did not extend to bending the will of the woods or the waters. Instead, it manifested as an intimate understanding. An almost magical perception that let you hear the secrets of leaves rustling in the wind and feel the subtle shifts of the earth beneath your feet. It was a communion, but of a different kind. A silent dialogue that did not seek to alter but to understand and empathize, providing guidance and comfort where it was most needed.
Such a profound connection to nature brought with it a heightened awareness of the creeping darkness that threatened to engulf Middle earth. The very land you communicated with now echoed with the distress of encroaching evil. A warning you felt deep in your bones. It was during this time of growing shadows that tragedy struck your life profoundly. You lost a beloved family member to the dark forces spreading across the land. An event that shattered the peace of your world but also forged a new resolve within you. Carrying the weight of this loss, you vowed with a heart heavy yet unyielding to protect your homeland and its people. This vow was sacred and resolute. It sharpened your resolve as much as your blade and became the echo of your every step on the path of the Fellowship.
It was during these turbulent times that Gandalf the Grey came to your village. The wise wizard saw in you not just a skilled warrior but a unique spirit whose abilities were as rare as they were needed. With words as compelling as the winds of your homeland he requested your presence in the Fellowship. "Middle-earth needs hearts like yours," he said. His eyes twinkling with a mixture of seriousness and kindness.
Thus, with a heart full of resolve and a spirit called to a greater cause, you joined the Fellowship. Not just to honor your vow but to fulfill a destiny that seemed written in the very leaves of the trees you so loved. As you set out from Rohan the wind seemed to carry whispers of encouragement and the land itself seemed to nod in approval. Its daughter now a guardian in its most desperate hour.
Upon your arrival at the rendezvous point where the Fellowship was gathering you were immediately aware of the intense gazes of many. Their eyes scrutinizing every new faceâevaluating, assessing. Yet, when you first met Aragorn his gaze was different. It was calm, welcoming, devoid of any judgment that demanded you prove your worth. He seemed to see right through the facade that others often expected you to wear. The mask of a warrior constantly proving herself. Instead, Aragorn acknowledged your capabilities as if they were as clear to him as the daylight.
As you both shared the duties of setting up camp that first evening Aragorn asked you about your journey from Rohan. His genuine interest was refreshing, and soon you found yourself teaching him about the unique properties of the athelas plant found in your homeland. Its healing powers far greater when used with the right incantations. A secret you had kept closely guarded. To your surprise he not only listened intently but also shared his own knowledge creating a beautiful exchange of wisdom.
As the journey progressed Aragorn often sought your company for the watch shifts. During these quiet hours under the vast, starlit sky, you both would sit by the fire. The crackling flames casting flickering shadows on your faces. It was here in the solitude of the night that you shared stories of your pasts. You spoke of your family in Rohan. Of the laughter and tears of your childhood and the deep connection you felt with the land.
Aragorn, in turn, shared tales of his travels. The burdens he carried and the hopes he harbored for peace in middle earth. These exchanges that were filled with laughter and sometimes a comfortable silence laid a strong foundation for your growing affection. There was an ease between you. A mutual respect that flourished without the need for words making each shared moment a treasure.
One evening deep into the journey after a particularly taxing day when tensions within the Fellowship seemed to strain the very air around you Aragorn noticed your weariness. Without a word he took up your watch insisting you rest. "We all have our strengths," he said softly with a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Tonight, let me watch over you." It was a simple act. But in that moment his kindness felt soothing to your soul. It solidified a bond that was quickly becoming as vital as the quest itself.
These moments under the stars with Aragorn where you didn't have to prove yourself but were simply accepted were what you cherished most. They were reminders that in the looming shadow of war there existed moments of peace and deep, unspoken understanding.
Aragorn's presence became a constant in your days and you found yourself increasingly seeking his company. Whether strategizing for the next leg of the journey or sharing a quiet moment away from the rest of the group his steady demeanor brought a comforting consistency to the unpredictable days. After a particularly fierce skirmish against a roving band of orcs you sustained a slight wound. Aragorn was quick to your side. His fingers skilled and gentle as he tended to the injury. His touch was always gentle and careful. It sparked an unfamiliar warmth in your chest. His concerned eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip.
As Aragorn wrapped your wound Legolas strolled over with an amused twinkle in his eye. "I see our esteemed leader has found yet another calling⊠nursing the wounded with such tender care," he commented lightly. His gaze flickering between you and Aragorn with a knowing smile. Aragorn responded with a dismissive grunt. His cheeks tinged with a faint blush, but his eyes remained warm and soft as they met yours again.
Gimli has overheard the exchange and joined in with a hearty laugh. "Ah, but it's a good thing we have Aragorn for both fighting and mending. Saves us calling for Elrond every time someone gets a scratch!" he boomed before clapping Aragorn on the back with such force that it drew a surprised smile from the usually reserved ranger.
This playful banter brought a light-hearted moment to the group easing the tension of the long journey. Later that evening as you sat by the campfire the teasing continued. Gimliâs loud snoring eventually became the subject of jest, and you all shared a hearty laugh. Emboldened by the relaxed atmosphere you nearly confessed your growing feelings to Aragorn. But just as you gathered your courage he turned contemplative, his gaze lost to the horizon.
"I sometimes wonder what lies ahead for all of us," he said softly. A distant look in his eyes. "The weight of this quest, it's much to bearâfor all of us." His words were heavy with the burden of leadership and the uncertainty of the future, and they momentarily stalled your confession.
Despite this the bond between you only deepened, strengthened by each shared challenge and quiet moment of understanding. Legolas and Gimliâs lighthearted teasing served as a gentle reminder of the friendship and affection that blossomed even in the darkest of times, adding a touch of warmth to the journey's cold nights.
As you and the Fellowship arrive at Helm's Deep the air is thick with the weight of impending conflict. The massive stone walls of the fortress loom over you, their stark, gray surfaces a harsh reminder of the battle that awaits. Shadows stretch long across the ground as the sun dips below the horizon casting an ominous glow that barely penetrates the gathering dusk.
Around you, soldiers move with a sense of urgency. Their faces set in grim determination. The clanging of armor and the sharp ring of sword against stone fill your ears. A constant reminder of the stakes at play. Despite the hustle and bustle a heavy silence hangs over the assembled troops, each person lost in their own thoughts of the coming night. The air is cool and carries a hint of moisture. The breeze whispering through the battlements as if in mourning for lives yet to be lost.
In all of this your gaze finds Aragorn. His expression is one of resolve marked by the burdens of leadership and the knowledge of what everyone is fighting for. His presence is a steady force amid the chaos, and you feel a strange mixture of comfort and unease as you stand beside him knowing the challenge that lies ahead.
In the midst of this anxious bustle your childhood friend, a charismatic warrior named Ealdred from your village, unexpectedly arrives to aid in the battle. His arrival brings a sudden surge of warmth to the cold stone surroundings of Helm's Deep. As soon as Ealdred sees you his face lights up with a wide, infectious smile and he strides over with open arms.
His greeting is loud and joyous in the subdued murmurs of the assembling warriors. "Ah, if it isnât the bravest shield-maiden of Rohan!" he exclaims while enveloping you in a hearty hug that lifts you slightly off your feet. The familiarity and comfort of his embrace, reminiscent of your shared past filled with training and childhood adventures, momentarily lift your spirits.
Laughter rolls easily from Ealdred as he sets you down. His presence a stark contrast to the tense air around. "I told myself I wouldn't miss a chance to fight alongside you again," he chuckles before clapping you on the shoulder with a warrior's camaraderie. The sincerity in his voice and the joy in his eyes are a balm to the unease that has been gnawing at you since your arrival at the fortress.
From a short distance away, Aragorn watches this reunion unfold with a complex whirl of emotions. He notices the brightness in your smile. A glow he has seldom seen during the long and perilous journey. Your eyes sparkle with laughter, reflecting a happiness that stirs a pang in his heart. The ease of your interaction with Ealdred, the way your body leans slightly towards him in familiarity and comfort, does not escape Aragornâs keen observation.
Each laugh shared between you and Ealdred, each nostalgic look exchanged, seems to draw a line of subtle tension through Aragorn. He tries to focus on the preparations at hand, but his gaze involuntarily drifts back to you. The way Ealdred's hand lingers on your back, the warm, open smiles, the apparent joy of your reunion⊠it all fans a flame of jealousy that Aragorn struggles to suppress.
Though he attempts to dismiss these feelings as trivial they gnaw at him with an intensity that surprises him. The sight of your unabashed happiness with someone else plants seeds of doubt and worry that even the din of the oncoming storm cannot drown. The moment crystallizes something crucial within him. The realization of how deep his feelings for you have grown and how much he fears the possibility of not being the one who brings such joy to your eyes.
As you and Ealdred laugh over shared memories such as recalling the escapades of your youth in Rohan, his arm casually drapes around your shoulders in a brotherly gesture. The familiarity and ease between you two are evident. But to an observer like Aragorn each laugh, and touch seem to whisper of something more.
From his vantage point Aragorn watches the interaction his chest tightening inexplicably with each passing moment. The way Ealdred looks at you with such open admiration and joy, ignites a flame of jealousy in Aragornâs heart that he can neither quench nor fully understand. His grip tightens on the hilt of his sword. A subconscious echo of the turmoil brewing within him.
Ealdred, ever observant, catches the intensity of Aragorn's gaze from across the way. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leans closer to you, lowering his voice so only you can hear. "I believe the great ranger isn't just watching out for danger, you know," he teases nodding subtly towards Aragorn. "The way he looks at you... itâs as if heâs trying to will you to notice him. Quite the admirer, our King-to-be, wouldnât you say?"
Your eyes widen slightly. The comment catching you off-guard. For a moment you're lost in thought considering Ealdred's words. You glance over at Aragorn observing his now averted gaze, the stoic mask momentarily fallen, revealing a hint of vulnerability. The idea of Aragorn, a king, having such feelings for you seems almost unfathomable. Yet the possibility stirs a flutter of excitement deep within.
Laughing softly, you shake your head trying to mask your sudden nervousness with humor. "Oh, Ealdred, don't be silly. Aragorn and Iâwe're just friends," you reply though your voice lacks conviction. "Besides, how could a king ever see anything in someone like me? Iâm just a warrior from Rohan. Certainly not a lady of court."
Ealdred gives you a knowing look, his smile suggesting he sees right through your casual dismissal. "Well, even the mightiest kings need true friends and perhaps something more," he murmurs while giving you a playful wink before turning his attention back to the bustling activity around Helm's Deep. âGo to him, I will see you around.â He gives you a push.
As Ealdred walks away you're left with a curious mix of doubt and wonder, pondering his words. The thought lingers in your mind mingling with the echoes of what might be unspoken truths between you and Aragorn. The idea feels both impossible and thrilling, setting your heart racing as you watch Aragorn commanding his men with natural authority. Could there really be more to your friendship? The question hangs in the air, unanswered but increasingly impossible to ignore. Of course, you wanted more but when you learned of his destiny not so long ago you let those thoughts fall away.
Meanwhile, Legolas and Gimli, having observed Aragornâs unusual demeanor, seize the opportunity for a bit of light-hearted ribbing. "Come now, Aragorn," Legolas chides with a graceful arch of his eyebrow, "your warrior's stare is more intense than any orc's glare we've encountered. And far more directed at our friend than any foe."
Gimli chortles, adding his own gruff commentary. "Lad, you're as subtle as a dwarf in an elfâs dance," he laughs before slapping Aragorn on the back. "Even the blind could see the way you look at her!"
Aragorn was caught between his role as a leader and his personal turmoil and offers only a rare, tight-lipped scowl in response. Though the corners of his mouth twitch, betraying a reluctant amusement at his friends' observations.
Once the teasing subsides Aragorn's gaze drifts back to you, now mingling with a quiet reflection. The light-hearted jests of his companions echo in his mind, stirring a resolve. Perhaps it was time to confront these feelings. To explore the truth behind the glances, the smiles, and the unspoken yearning that had begun to shape his heart. As night falls over Helm's Deep, the looming battle stirs a newfound courage within him. A courage not just to fight enemies, but perhaps to also voice the truth of his heart.
As the day before the battle approaches the air at Helm's Deep grows tense, filled with the weight of impending conflict. Soldiers go about their final preparations. Their movements sharp and focused, while commanders issue last-minute orders with stern expressions. In this bustle, Aragorn finds himself repeatedly glancing your way. His usual calm demeanor overshadowed by a restless concern that has little to do with the battle strategies at hand.
Finally, unable to contain the turmoil stirring within him, Aragorn approaches you. His stride is purposeful yet there's a hesitation in his eyes that you've seldom seen. "I need to speak with you," he says, his voice low, drawing you away from the others under the pretext of discussing the morrow's tactics.
You follow him to a quieter part of the fortress where the sounds of preparation are but distant echoes. As you stand there facing him in the dim light of the torches, Aragorn seems to struggle with his words. His gaze intense and searching.
"A moment ago, I was thinking about our positions for the battle," Aragorn begins, his tone tentative. "But truthfully, that's not why I asked you here." He takes a deep breath. His hands clenching and then relaxing at his sides. "I... I've noticed a distance growing between us while weâve been here, one that wasn't there before. And I fear," he pauses, his voice tightening, "I fear it might be due to misunderstandings... emotions left unspoken." His admission hangs between you, stark and revealing. The air feels heavier as if charged with the gravity of his words. His eyes never leave yours, seeking, perhaps, a sign of your feelings.
You feel a knot form in your throat. Your own emotions a whirlwind of confusion and revelation. The thought that Aragorn might share even a fraction of the feelings you've struggled to hide sends a shiver through you. But there's also fearâfear of what such an admission means in the face of the darkness that might claim tomorrow.
"Aragorn," you start, your voice barely above a whisper, "I... I've also felt something change. But I believed you saw me only as a⊠friend in battle, nothing more. With the shadow of war over us I thought it best to keep my feelings to myself." Your confession feels like shedding armor you didn't realize you were wearing, leaving you exposed but strangely free.
Aragorn steps closer. His presence enveloping you in a sense of warmth and safety that contradicts the coldness of Helm's Deep. "I have long admired you, more than as a friend," he confesses, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "But I too feared to speak, to disrupt the bond we have with uncertainties of heart. Yet on the eve of such uncertainty⊠I find that silence is a greater burden than the risk of sorrow."
The distance between you diminishes with his words bridging gaps formed by unspoken doubts. As you look up into Aragorn's eyes, reflecting both the torchlight and his earnestness, you realize that regardless of what the morrow holds, this momentâhonest and rawâhas changed something fundamental between you. No longer just allies but something deeper. A connection forged not just in the heat of battle but in the vulnerability of shared hearts.
The emotional confrontation beneath the shadowed walls of Helmâs Deep leaves the air between you and Aragorn charged with newfound understanding and fragile hope. As the initial shock of your mutual confessions fades, the reality of the coming dawnâladen with the uncertainty of battleâsets in, lending a poignant urgency to your words and thoughts.
Aragornâs eyes that reflected a mix of resolve and tenderness, lock with yours. âWe stand on the brink of war, a war that may consume us all,â he says, his voice steady despite the turmoil you know roils beneath. âBut this moment⊠this truth between us, cannot be overshadowed by what tonight may bring.â
You nod feeling the weight of every word. His hand was still holding yours. He squeezes gently trying to ground you. âI have carried this in my heart, thinking it unwise to speak, fearing the complications it might bring,â you admit. Your own voice stronger than you feel. âBut now, facing the unknown, I see only the folly in silence. My heart, just like yours, cannot bear the burden of what-ifs.â
Aragornâs face softens. The warriorâs mask yielding to the man beneath. âThen let us make a promise,â he proposes. His gaze searching yours for hesitation. Finding none, he continues, âIf we survive this war, if fate grants us passage through this darkness, I promise to explore this path with you. To see where our hearts might lead us, unburdened by duty.â
Moved by his words you feel a resolve awaken within you. âI promise, too,â you respond, the night air around you bearing witness. âTo find you again. In a world at peace and discover the depth of what we might become together.â
The pact, sealed with the sincerity of shared heartbeats, seems to carve out a small sanctuary against the chaos of the impending battle. As you both stand together the day turns to night and the distant sounds of the encroaching army grow louder, yet, in this secluded moment, thereâs a sense of peace. An oasis of calm before the storm.
Aragorn gently lifts your hand to his lips. His kiss a feather-light promise against your skin. âNo matter what comes,â he whispers, his breath warm against your fingers, âknow that tonight has changed everything.â
As you part ways to prepare for the night ahead, each step back to your respective duties is reluctant but necessary. The promise of a future, however uncertain, fuels a quiet courage in your heart. A courage not just to fight, but to survive, to return, to begin anew.
The stars overhead that were witnesses to your solemn exchange, twinkle with a hopeful light. They cast a soft glow over Helmâs Deep. In the quiet before the battle, you hold onto the memory of Aragornâs words, the warmth of his touch, and the promise of tomorrow. A tomorrow where you might explore the uncharted paths of both peace and passion.
And in the quiet before the storm with the world held at bay, it is enough.
As night envelops Helm's Deep, the distant roar of the approaching enemy fills the air. A grim reminder of the battle that lies ahead. The walls were thick with the tension of awaiting warriors and bristle with weapons as the moonlight casts long shadows across the battlements. You take your place among the defenders. The weight of your armor familiar and reassuring against the chill of the morning.
Across the way, Aragorn readies himself for combat. His eyes briefly meeting yours across the crowded space. In that fleeting glance you find a silent exchange of resolve and reassurance. A mutual understanding that whatever the day brings, you are not alone.
The battle erupts with the thunderous sound of orc drums and the clamor of arms. Waves of enemies crash against the fortress's defenses. Each assault more ferocious than the last. Amidst the chaos you find yourself fighting back-to-back with Aragorn. Each move synchronized with an instinctual precision that speaks of your deep connection. His presence by your side is both a comfort and a spur pushing you to fight with a fierceness you hadn't known you possessed.
As you parry and thrust Aragorn covers your flank. His swordplay a seamless dance of deadly grace. Every time an orc breaks through the line threatening to overwhelm you, Aragorn is there, his blade swift and sure. In return you guard his back with equal vigilance, your own combat skills honed by years of training now coupled with a personal drive to protect him at all costs.
From the corner of your eye, you catch brief glimpses of Legolas and Gimli, their unique partnership effective and deadly against the enemy. Despite the severity of the battle, you see Legolas shoot a quick, satisfied glance towards you and Aragorn, a small smirk playing on his lips as he loses another arrow into the horde. Gimli, engaged in a competition of his own with the elf, nonetheless nods approvingly in your direction after cleaving another orc with his axe.
The battle rages on. Each moment a blur of sound, motion, and adrenaline. But within this turmoil your bond with Aragorn becomes your strength. When fatigue begins to claw at your limbs it is his steadfast presence that reignites your resolve. When despair whispers in the shadows of your mind it is the promise of a future together that keeps the darkness at bay.
As the tide of the battle shifts with every orc felled and every moment you and Aragorn continue to stand, the hope for victory grows. It was fueled not just by the strength of arms but by the power of the unity you have forged in the heart of conflict. The knowledge that someone fights beside you not just for the fate of middle earth but for the promise of a shared tomorrow is more potent than any weapon forged by dwarves or elves. Together, you fight not only to protect Helm's Deep but to preserve the future that you vowed to explore. In the heat of battle that promise binds you ever closer. A promise that against all odds you will survive to see what lies beyond the war.
As the echoes of battle fade and the sun begins to rise over the now-quiet walls of Helmâs Deep, the air is filled with the heavy scent of rain and renewal. The fortress, though scarred by the nightâs ferocity, stands resilient. A showing of the courage of those who defended it. Among the weary soldiers thereâs a palpable sense of relief mixed with sorrow for those lost. A bittersweet victory.
In the aftermath as others tend to the wounded and recount the close calls you find yourself seeking out Aragorn. You find him standing alone looking out over the battlements at the dawning day. His profile etched against the lightening sky. His stance is one of a man who has carried too much, seen too much, yet stands ready to face whatever comes next.
Approaching quietly, you stop beside him, sharing the view in silence. After a moment he looks down at you, his eyes reflecting the myriad emotions of the night. Without a word he takes your hand. His grip firm and warm, anchoring you both in the now.
âAragorn,â you begin but he shakes his head slightly, asking you to stop.
âLet me speak before the world rushes back in,â he says softly. His gaze holds yours, intense and unwavering. âLast night in the middle of this mess I realized something beyond the fear of losing what is precious. I realized what it means to truly love.â
He pauses, searching your face for understanding. âI have loved before,â he continues, âbut never like this. Never with such clarity and raw hope. Last night I fought not just for middle earth but for the chance to see what lies ahead with you.â
Tears gather in your eyes as his words wash over you. Each one landing with the weight and warmth of a cherished caress. He continues as he uses his thumbs to wipe away your shed and unshed tears. âYou have given me a reason to fight. A reason to return no matter the odds. And if this battle has taught me anything it is that I want to face whatever comes next. Not as a king. Not as a ranger. But as a man hopelessly in love with you.â
Aragorn's confession was simple yet profound. It stirred something deep within you. A surge of love and commitment that mirrors his own. You step closer diminishing the space between you and rest your head against his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart. âAnd I, too, want nothing more than to face the world with you, Aragorn. To build a life where love is our strength.â
Aragorn begins to speak, his voice low and filled with emotion, confessing his love and the revelation that had come to him amidst the chaos of battle. But as he speaks, something within you stirs. A fierce, overwhelming rush of feeling, amplified by the adrenaline that still courses through your veins.
Before he can finish you close the distance between you were driven by a surge of emotions too powerful to contain. Your hands find his face pulling him down towards you, and your lips meet his in a kiss that is anything but gentle. It's a kiss full of life, of survival, of shared battles and shared dreams. Your bodies press together, each curve and angle molding into the other, as if you could somehow merge into one being united against whatever may come.
Aragorn responds with equal fervor his arms wrapping around you to lift you slightly off the ground deepening the kiss with a passion that mirrors your own. His touch is both a claim and a surrender. A recognition of the bond that has been forged in the heat of battle and sealed in the quiet of dawn.
As you finally part, breathless and hearts pounding, you rest your forehead against his, eyes still closed as you savor the closeness. "I love you," you whisper. The words barely audible but heavy with meaning. "I fought for this, for us."
"And I," Aragorn replies. His breath warm against your lips, "will continue to fight for every day we have together. For a chance to love you as you deserve, fiercely and freely, without the shadow of war."
The promise hangs between you profound and sacred. As you step back still encircled by his arms the world around you seems to awaken. The sounds of the fortress stirring to life, the calls of soldiers and the distant cries of those mourning their fallen. It all fades into the background as you look up at him, seeing not just the warrior or the king but the man who holds your heart.
The sun was now fully above the horizon. It bathes you both in golden light, its rays like a benediction over your newfound commitment. You prepare to face the new day with him. Not just as survivors but as partners bound by love. Each beat of your hearts proof to the battles youâve endured and the future you will fight for together.
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The Perils of Avenging (Natasha x Civilian!Reader)
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Not me posting for once, also, English class coming in clutch with this one (?)
Natasha Romanoff had faced countless dangers in her life as an Avenger and a former agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but this particular assignment felt different. It was supposed to be routine reconnaissance â a simple extraction and intelligence gathering operation in a remote part of Eastern Europe.Â
Natasha, clad in black tactical gear, reviews the mission parameters one last time with Steve and Sam. The briefing room was starkly lit, seriousness etched on Steveâs face, creating an atmosphere of tense anticipation.
"Remember, our primary objective is to retrieve the data from the Hydra facility without alerting their operatives," Steve reminds them, his voice steady and authoritative. "Natasha, you'll lead the infiltration. Sam and I will provide aerial support and stand by for extraction."
Natasha nods, her mind already calculating possible scenarios and contingencies. She had seen Hydra's resurgence firsthand, remnants of the organization scattered like poisonous tendrils across the globe. This mission is crucial in unraveling their latest operations and preventing further destabilization.Â
The team departs from their base under cover of darkness, their Quinjet slicing through the night sky with practiced precision.Â
As they approach the drop zone, Natasha's focus intensifies. Sheâs the first to descend, a shadow slipping silently from the aircraft and disappearing into the dense forest below.
The Hydra facility is nestled deep within the wilderness, its existence hidden from all but the most trained eyes. Natasha moves with grace through the underbrush, her senses attuned to every rustle of leaves and crack of twigs. She approaches the perimeter with caution, utilizing her years of training to evade detection.
Her entrance is swift and silent. Natasha incapacitates the guards with calculated efficiency, swiftly disabling surveillance systems and securing the outer defenses. Each step brings her closer to the heart of the facility, where the encrypted data awaits extraction. The corridors are cold and sterile, lined with doors that lead to rooms filled with ominous machinery and clandestine experiments.
Meanwhile, above the Hydra base, Steve and Sam maintained a vigilant watch from the Quinjet, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble.
Inside the facility, Natasha encounters unexpected resistance. Bullets ricocheted off metal walls, and Natashaâs combat skills like a deadly dance amidst the chaos. The mission had escalated beyond reconnaissance â for now it is a battle for survival.
Minutes pass in a blur of adrenaline and danger. Natasha fights her way deeper into the facility, each confrontation testing her resolve and skill. She sustains minor injuries â a graze here, a bruise there â but her focus remains unwavering.Â
Back in the Quinjet, tension mounts as Steve and Sam monitor Natasha's progress. They dispatch drones to provide additional reconnaissance and firepower support, their hearts pounding in unison with every transmission from Natasha.
Suddenly, a burst of static disrupted the comms. Steve's voice crackles through moments later, strained but resolute. "Natasha, report."
There was a tense pause before Natasha's voice came through, breathless but determined. "I've secured the data. Heading to the extraction point."
Relief washes over both Steve and Sam. They guided Natasha through the facility, clearing a path for her retreat while monitoring Hydra's response.
Outside, the night air crackles with tension as Natasha sprints towards the extraction point. She can hear the distant shouts of Hydra operatives closing in, their footsteps echoing through the darkness. Adrenaline surges through her veins, every sense heightened as she navigates the treacherous terrain.
Just as Natasha nears the rendezvous point, a sudden explosion rocks the ground beneath her. Debris rains down, and she is thrown off her feet, the force of the blast sending shockwaves through her body. Pain flares in her left arm, and dazed but determined, Natasha staggers to her feet, her vision blurred. The extraction point is within reach, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. She sprints towards it, every step a battle against exhaustion and pain.
Meanwhile, in the Quinjet, Steve and Sam watch in horror as the explosion erupts on their screens. "Natasha!" Steve shouts, his voice filled with urgency.
Sam's hands fly over the controls, adjusting their position to provide cover fire. "She's almost there, Cap," he says, his voice tight with concern. "Hold on, Romanoff."
Back on the ground, Natasha pushes herself, the extraction point looms ahead, its promise of safety a tantalizing reality. She can hear the whir of the Quinjet's engines, feel the rush of adrenaline as rescue draws nearer.
With a final burst of energy, Natasha reaches the extraction point. The Quinjet hovers above, its hatch open and waiting. Steve and Sam lean out, their arms extending to pull her aboard amidst a hail of gunfire from Hydra operatives.
Natasha dives into the safety of the Quinjet, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Steve and Sam secure the hatch behind her. She collapses against the cold metal floor, relief flooding her weary body. The data secured, the mission accomplished â but at what cost?
As the Quinjet ascends into the night sky, Natasha's thoughts turn to (Y/n). Her anchor, the steady presence that grounded her in a world of chaos and danger. She knows (Y/n) will be waiting for her back at their shared apartment, her worry and love a beacon of light in the darkness that Natasha had been forced to endure through her childhood.
Hours later, the Quinjet touches down at the Compound, the team dispersing with practiced efficiency. Natasha heads straight for the debriefing room, her mind still processing the events of the mission. Steve and Sam followed close behind, their expressions a mixture of exhaustion and relief.
Inside the debriefing room, Natasha recounts the mission. She details the layout of the Hydra facility, the resistance sheâd encountered, and the extraction of vital data. Her voice is steady, betraying none of the turmoil that churns beneath the surface.
Steve and Sam listen intently, asking probing questions and offering insights based on their observations from above in the Quinjet. The debriefing is thorough, every detail scrutinized in their quest for understanding and improvement.
Finally, the debriefing concludes, and Natasha is dismissed to MEDBAY so her injuries could be treated. Steve and Sam accompany her, their concern palpable as they watch the medical team tend to Natasha's wounds.
The MEDBAY is a stark contrast to the chaos of the mission â a haven of sterile surfaces and hushed voices. Natasha sits on the exam table, her mind still reeling from the adrenaline-fueled rush of combat. The medical staff works swiftly, cleaning and stitching her injuries with practiced efficiency.
As Natasha waits for the medical team to finish, her thoughts inevitably turn to (Y/n). Her girlfriend was her constant, the one person who understood the weight of her choices and the dangers she faced every day. Natasha longs for her embrace, her touch a soothing balm to her battered soul.
Finally, the medical assessment is complete, and Natasha is cleared to leave the bay. She dresses in fresh clothes provided by the medical staff, the weight of exhaustion settling heavily upon her shoulders. Steve and Sam wait outside, their concern etched on their faces.
"You did good back there, Nat," Steve says quietly, his voice tinged with admiration. "We'll get through this."
Natasha nods, her gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thanks, Steve," she murmurs, her voice hoarse with exhaustion. "And Sam, you too."
Sam grins, though there is a flicker of worry in his gaze. "Anytime, Nat," he replies, his voice steady despite the underlying concern. "Let's get you back to the safehouse."
The journey back to the apartment is quiet, the hum of the carâs engines a comforting backdrop to Natasha's thoughts. She leans against the cool leather of the seat, her mind drifting between the mission's successes and its costs.
Upon returning to the apartment building, Natasha headed straight for her apartment, her steps heavy with fatigue. She pauses at the doorway, steeling herself before entering. Inside, the living room is bathed in soft lamplight, casting shadows across the walls.
And there, sitting on an armchair reading, is (Y/n). Her presence is a welcome sight, a beacon of warmth and love amidst the darkness of Natasha's thoughts. (Y/n) looks up as Natasha enters, her eyes widening at the sight of Natashaâs disheveled appearance.
"Baby!" (Y/n) exclaims, her voice filled with concern as she rushes to Natashaâs side. "You're back. Are you okay?"
Natasha manages a faint smile, though it doesnât quite reach her eyes. "Just a scratch," she reassures her girlfriend, though the weariness in her voice betrays her attempt at nonchalance.
(Y/n) frowns, her hands gently cupping Natasha's face as she studies her injuries. "You're hurt," she murmurs softly, her touch gentle against Natashaâs skin.
Natasha leans into (Y/n)âs touch, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "It's nothing serious," she insists, though her voice holds a note of weariness. "Just a part of the job."
(Y/n) shakes her head, her expression a mixture of frustration and affection. "You shouldn't have to go through this alone," she says quietly, their voice tinged with concern.
âI donât have to come home alone anymore,â Natasha murmurs, stepping into a hug offered by her girlfriend. âI have you now.â
âAnd youâll always have me,â (Y/n) replies firmly, and Natasha nods, smiling widely into (Y/n)âs shoulder, despite her exhaustion. âNow,â she takes Natashaâs hand, leading her to the bedroom where their cat, Liho, lies at the foot of the bed, âlet's get to bed.â
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