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Sleepy Crow
Word Count: 1.8k words
Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, noncon, mentions of breeding, pet names such as kitten, sweetie, darling, reader is somewhat drugged but its her sleep meds!
AN: Hi all! This isn't my first time writing fanfics but I noticed a lack of Sylus fics with a darker undertone ( ŕšâžĚâĄâžĚ)Ď". PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the tags and if this isn't something that interests you or is potentially triggering, please do not interact! I get this isn't everyone's cup of tea but this is a fic for people who like darker romance stuff!! Please enjoy, and I AM taking requests as I really want to get back into writing again. Do not hold back, this is a safe place! Ty!! <333
Sylus trudged through the pouring rain, his jacket soaked through and his hair matted against his forehead. The drops were heavy and unrelenting, pelting against the pavement and creating small rivers that flowed along the gutters. The barely lit streetlights of the N109 zone cast an eerie glow on the slick surfaces, reflecting off the wet asphalt like a distorted mirror.
As the man approached his mansion, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warm glow of the lights shining through the windows beckoned him home. He fumbled with the keypad to the door, his fingers slightly numb from the cold, before finally hearing the click that beckoned his entrance.
The sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows followed him, a steady drumming that seemed to fill every corner of the place. He took off his sodden jacket and hung it up, feeling the weight of it pulling him down. He walked through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors, trying his hardest to be quiet. Mephisto was perched on his cage (not that he was ever really in it, it was more for decor) tilting his head when he saw Sylus brush past him but not making any sound himself.
He made his way to the bedroom chambers, deciding to make sure you were where you belonged. Peeking his head in the bedroom doorway, he saw your sleeping figure, chest rising ever so slightly with each breath. He smirked, closing the door behind him as he entered. He was happy you finally seemed to be getting some rest.
Your insomnia had been getting worse, and he'd been getting worried when he saw you were often messaging him at 4 am, sometimes as late as 8 am with no sleep. Of course heâd offer to have you over, to hold you and whisper sweet things in your ear until you succumbed to sleep, but he couldn���t always. Sometimes business was needed to be handled, and for those nights he had gotten you the best sleep medication that money could buy. You had been weary about taking them at first, but he had assured you that the side effects were basically none. He had made sure of it.
Sylus made his way to the bathroom, proceeding to rid himself of the damp clothes clinging to his skin. A quick shower and then he could finally curl up next to his little crow. Not that he would be sleeping yet, but it was nice to watch you dream. Sometimes youâd whine or make little noises, which he found absolutely adorable. He wondered what you dreamt about sometimes, but you had refused to answer much to his annoyance.
The hot water felt amazing after being gone practically all night. He washed all the blood and dirt from his skin, examining all of his various injuries. He had a run in with a few âpestsâ that he quickly exterminated, but they had managed to get a few nicks on him. He touched his arm where the biggest cut was, his Evol immediately snaking around it and healing it faster than he could blink. He did the same for the others, feeling brand new once more.
Some time passed before he finally turned the water off, dried himself, and slipped into a pair of boxers. He slowly made his way into the bedroom, hoping that he wasn't being too loud but you were out like a light. Sleeping like a rock.
Sylus slipped in bed next to you, sighing with pleasure as the soft mattress sunk beneath his weight. It felt heavenly. He turned to put his arm around you, trying to get as comfortable as possible so he could hold you. He softly kissed the corner of your ear, his head starting to swim with thoughts. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable enough to possibly fall asleep with you.
But he couldn't.
He had been laying in bed for thirty minutes just thinking. He thought about all the business arrangements he needed to finish. Tonight had beenâŚmessy. No doubt he had made some new enemies. How impatient he was getting about the new weaponry he had bought from Spain. They should be arriving soon, but it had been taking forever.
How he wanted to feel your tight cunt pulsing around his fingers.
Sylus stiffened, attempting to rid his head of these thoughts about you. His efforts were in vain though, as he was already rocking a semi hard on that was steadily growing into a full erection.
Obviously there was nothing he could do about it. You were sleeping after all. And not only that, it's not like he could wake you to do anything anyways. He hates quickies, they bored him. He likes to take his time. To take in your reactions, your faces, and your noises. Besides that, you were taking a pretty high dose of your sleeping meds and he kinda doubted he could wake you even if he really tried.
This thought stirred in his head for a bit.
Yeah...you wouldn't wake even if he tried. He sighed with a twinge of pleasure as he pressed his erection against the soft cotton of your underwear. The pressure felt immaculate, and if he hadn't been gone all night he probably could've finished just by pressing himself against you. You were the only girl ever that could make him finish that quickly.
But it wasn't enough. He needed more. It had been a bit since he touched you like this.
You moved a bit in your sleep, letting out a small whine. He leaned over you to get a better look at your face. Still sleeping, mouth open slightly ajar. You were so fucking pretty when you slept.
âSuch a sleepy kittenâ he growled lowly, snaking his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear. He didnât know why, but the mere sight of your sleeping face was getting him worked up. You looked so docile, so vulnerable. He wanted you. Sylus began to tug them down slowly.
This was very wrong. He knew this and yet he couldn't stop. He kept going, making empty promises to himself that he would only take a peek. He just wanted to see you. All of you.
Sylus froze has he finally pulled your underwear down to your legs, practically breathless at the site of your cunt at his fingertips.
"Fuck..." he groaned, unable to stop himself from pressing a finger between your folds. He watched you carefully for any signs of discomfort or movement, but you were still fast asleep as he pushed his finger in. You were warm, inviting even. It's like your pussy was sucking his finger in, deeper and deeper. He slid a second finger in, picking up the pace. Soon enough, your cunt was slightly wet, spots of your slick forming on the backs of your legs near your pussy. Pulling out, he practically shivered with excitement.
Sylus was quick to put his fingers in his mouth, savoring every drop of you. You tasted so sweet to him, the best flavor he ever had the honor to try. He wanted nothing more than to dive head first into the source and lap it up. But his erection was so starting to bother him. It was rock hard, and throbbing ever so slightly, begging to be freed.
He had to have you. And he had to have you now.
He pulled his erection through the hole in his boxers, beginning to stroke himself with an intense grip. Groaning as quietly as he could, he stared at your wet and welcoming cunt. He swore it was just begging to be filled by every inch of his cock. Still wanting him, even when you were asleep.
"Youâre so pretty sweetie" he whispered in your ear, closing his eyes as electrifying pulses of pleasure crashed through him. Sylus told himself he should stop now, but it was past that point. He knew himself better than that. His mind was already made up, no matter how much he was trying to talk himself out of it.
Turning you a bit more on your side, he readied the fat head of his tip to your entrance. You stirred once again, mumbling incoherent nothings before becoming silent again. Sylus chuckled softly, pressing his lips to the tip of your ear as he stroked himself a few more times.
As he sinks his tip into your tight entrance, his precum smears all over your hole. He shudders with intensity, trying his best to hold back a groan, worried that making too much noise next to your ear would wake you. He pushes further and further until he can't possibly sink himself into you anymore. You squirm, letting out another whine, this one a bit louder than the last.
"Im sorry kittenâŚ" Sylus coos, laying his head behind yours as he fucks you with a slow, rhythmic pace. "Just need to cum in whatâs mine. Be a good girl and stay asleep for meâ.
He rests one of his hands on your hip, trying to keep from shaking you too much as he continually plunges himself inside you. You were warm, your gummy walls constantly tightening around him. He moans your name over and over like a prayer, feeling lost in your walls. The soft clap of his skin meeting your ass echoes a bit in the room.
"You're fucking made for me. Look at you sweetie, tightening around me, trying to squeeze me dry even when you're sleeping" he whispers, feeling himself getting closer and closer to bliss.
His thrusts became sloppy and he had to slow himself, trying to savor every moment he had inside of what essentially felt like heaven. He had been wanting to fill you for days. Images of his seed erupting onto the walls of your fertile pussy, eventually giving you a nice, round tummy that would grow his baby filled his head and he couldn't stop himself from finishing anymore.
As his hot ropes of sticky cum shoot against the walls of your womb, he accidently grips your hip a bit tighter than he meant to. You yelp, and he quickly rubbed his hand over the spot he'd hurt you, ensuring you remained asleep. He checks the spot and sees some slight bruising already starting to form and curses himself silently for losing control and hurting you. His Evol was quick to move over the injury where his hand lay, instantly restoring your skin back to a healed state. Sylus was amazed he could even do that. His Evol had only ever healed him. It wasnât until you came along that it had ever revealed that kind of power and it didnât work for anyone else either.
"Shh shh, its ok. Just be still, I'm almost done filling you up darlingâŚâ
Once his orgasmic high subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath before watching as his cum pooled out of you. He took his finger and scooped as much of it as he could gather before gently pushing it back within your folds. Feeling satisfied with his work, he pulled your panties up before finally pulling the cover back over you.
"There you go. Gotta keep my seed where it belongs so you can make us a baby. Right kitten?" he chuckled, finally feeling tired enough to cuddle you and fall asleep.
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â FIRST DATE with TYLER OWENS
wc: 788 | content: description of intense weather (??)
you had made the mistake of issuing a challenge to tyler owens: âimpress me.â
and tyler owens would be damned if he backed down from a challenge.
so he got you flowers and brought you along to thursday rodeos with his crew, and he must have talked to your mama too, because how else he couldâve figured out where to get your favorite pie was beyond you.
ânothing ever throws you off, does it?â you asked him the fifth time he showed up at your door, armed with a box of pie and that damn smile.
he had simply shrugged before reciting his stupid mantra at you. âif you feel it, chase it.â
he laughed when you shut the door in his face. youâd be lying if you said werenât laughing yourself when you opened the box, grabbed a fork, and dug in, the dessert tasting a little sweeter than usual.
while it was nice, youâd grow bored of this routine eventually, and tyler seemed to know that, too. but he had an idea, and while it was stupid as all hell, he was willing to take his chances.
you barely pulled the door open when he spoke.
âi wanna take you out tonight.â well. that was new.
âitâs not thursday,â was all you could think to say in response.
âi know a spot,â heâd said, completely unfazed, with a cheeky wink and a tip of his hat, and really, you shouldâve known what he meant.
because why wouldnât you now find yourself in the passenger seat of tylerâs truck as he veers off the road directly towards a tornado?
âtyler owens, are you crazy?!â you exclaim, the only response being a bout of wild laughter as he throttles it even faster. âyou better not be filming this!â
âyou kiddinâ?â he gestures to the cameras mounted above the windshield. âdonât worry, thisâll be just for us. we can look back on this in ten years and laugh.â
âif we live,â you mumble to yourself, glad of the wind, rain, and tylerâs blaring radio.
he looks at you for a moment, though, a flicker of concern in his eyes. âyou ready?â
you donât even have to think about your answer. âhell yeah, tornado wrangler.â
ââs what i like to hear, baby,â he says, rolling to a stop in the middle of the field. âand now⌠we wait.â
ânext time, just say you wanna drive me into a tornado.â
ânext time?â he raises his eyebrows at you as he flips a few switches and anchors the truck.
âyouâre insane,â you laugh, shaking your head.
âiâm startinâ to think that you like that about me,â he replies, nodding to the tornado only feet away as he makes sure your harness is secure. âbetter hold on to somethinâ.â
you should be scared, but when you grab on to tylerâs hand, fueled by adrenaline and exhilaration, you just feel a sudden calm. like you belong here, with him, in his truck, getting hit head on by a tornado.
and maybe thatâs why you let him kiss you.
the tornado swirls around the truck, the wind screaming so loudly you can barely hear his music, and you lean into him even though the harness digs into your shoulders. his kiss is gentle, respectful, and you can feel him smiling as you kiss him back, only pulling away to touch your forehead to his.
the winds of the tornado rock the truck, debris pelting the outside, but youâre too wrapped up in tyler to even care. you breathe him in until the sound of the storm begins to dissipate and the beating of your heart fades in your ears.
âyou can open your eyes, sweetheart,â he whispers, watching as you lean back into your seat.
his voice spurs you into action, laughing as you undo your harness and jump out of the truck. heâs quick to follow you, smiling proudly as you let out a loud whoop.
âtold you i knew a spot.â
âtyler owensâŚâ you say his name again, slowly turning to look at him where he leans against his truck, arms folded across his chest.
âyeah?â
you could blame his tight jeans, or his backwards cap, or that damn smile of his for what you do next, but in the end you do it solely because you want to.
because you want him.
you run up to him, your hand bumping against the brim of his cap as you throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, pressing him back against the hood.
and when his hands take hold of your hips, his mouth insistent against yours, you know that however you challenge him, heâll always be crazy enough to impress you.
good evening twisters/tyler owens nation, i am officially throwing my hat in the ring đĽ°
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Matter of Pride | Hongjoong
Kim Hongjoong - ATEEZ
Rating: M (18+) MDNI
Word Count: ~5.9k
Pairing: Lion-Hybrid!Hongjoong x Gazelle-Hybrid!AFAB!Reader
Genre: Hybrid AU!, Historical?/Ancient?, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Some Plot, Strangers-to-Friends-to-Lovers
!!This is smutâŚif that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, very tiny mention of noncon, Pet Names (Doll, Sweetheart, Sweet, Love, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Biting & Scratching & Marking, Bonding/Mating, Heat/Rut, Pheromones, Oral (F! Receiving), Unprotected Sex (This is pre-birth control soâŚ), Monster(?)!Hongjoong (not really, he's a lion hybrid)
Author's Note: Okay, here we go lol. This is NOT Omegaverse, but they do both go into rut/heat. They have animals ears and tails and he's got a spiny lion cock. Hongjoong is not necessarily bigger than reality, the reader is just small. I did also imagine this more to be set in the steppe of Central Asia/Southern Siberia rather than Africa.
I am planning on doing the other members, might just take some time since we are in the process of moving. I wanted to get this up sooner as well, but I live in Tornado Countryâ˘.
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Ever since you were a calf, the elders of your herd told you to stay away from predators. You weren't for sure why thought, since all they told you was that they were dangerous. You found that quite odd considering you were not full animals, and as far as you knew, predator hybrids did not literally eat prey hybrids. There was probably some ancient lore-based superstition or something, and it wasn't till you were older did you really think about the real facts. Despite logically knowing that they werenât going to eat you alive, you still were a bit scared about meeting a predator.
One day you were traversing the rocky steppe of your homeland, right at the foothills of the mountains. Crouching down, you ran your fingers through the grass, feeling for the tell-tale mound of the root you were looking for. The sun was beginning to set, the cool of late-spring settling in the air.
"No." you grumbled, not feeling anything. Standing back up, your attention was quickly drawn to a new sound. Your furry ear, sticking out from the side of your head, flicked at the noise. The wind shifted and your sensitive smell picked up something unfamiliar, but it triggered a deeper, primal part of you. Predators. Logic tried to fight back against instinct, the sound was voices, not the growls of an actual animal. Still, your heart raced, the sound of blood pumping thudded in your ears. Your furry tail swished back and forth nervously, and despite your apprehensions, you moved toward the voices. Finding a path that led a bit further into the foothills, you saw fresh boot marks. Gently, like doing so would trigger something, you placed your own foot in the print, the size difference was striking. You were not a child, you were actually quite a bit bigger than the other women of your herd, but⌠A boisterous laugh hit your ears, your head turning toward it on its own, instinctually. Swallowing hard, you followed the tracks and when you came around a large boulder, you peered around it. There was a small clearing created by tall, jutting rocks, and a camp had been set up there. Three figures sat around a firepit, great furry pelts wrapped around their shoulders and necks. Lions. There was a fourth figure, leaning against one of the rocks, making him closest to you. Peering closer, he was beautiful. Sharp eyes and jawline, his hair wasn't as long nor as shaggy as the others. His pelt was much nicer as well, and he was the only one with a tunic shirt on underneath. A large axe-like knife was attached to his belt and he had a deep red cloth tied around his bicep. You felt the end of your tail brushing over the rock as it swayed, your nose twitching as the wind carried their scent. You had a hard time pinpointing the exact fragrance, but the one closest to you was the most potent. And the most pleasant. The three around the fire smelled like the smoke wafting around them, and like sweat and dirt. The other one though, he smelled like spiced tea and fragrant tree bark. The wind shifted again, coming up from behind you, carrying your scent right into the clearing. You barely had time to realize what had happened, trying to back away and completely out of sight, but he noticed. As you ducked to hide, his deep golden-brown eyes met your own. The intense look shot fear through your very DNA and you turned to bolt, using your species' long and fast legs to sprint. You didn't make it very far though, and the back of your tunic was seized and you bleated as you were hauled back. Turning to look at your captor as best as you could, it was the handsome one. He smelled even better so close and looked even better. Your face was hot, for many different reasons, and you wondered if he could smell your fear. Was that an actual thing?
"What's wrong Hongjoong?" One of the other lions called and he was able to hide you with his own body. He wasn't as big as the others, but still a good seven or eight inches taller than you.
"Smelled a doe, I'm going to see if I can get her." He shouted back and they went back to their raucous conversation. The lion holding you wrapped his arm around your middle rather than gripping your tunic and easily carried you around the boulder fully and down the slope. You hung there, not sure what else you could do, and he only let you go when he got to the end of the path that led you in.
"S-sorry!" You spun around to face him, not trusting him at your back, "I wasn't eavesdropping!"
"I'm not worried about that, doll. Be glad the smoke covered your scent for the others."
"W-why? Would theyâŚ" You swallowed hard, your quivering obvious to him. So were your twitching ears, and he could see your tunic shifting from your wagging tail.
"Would they eat me?" Your question threw him off, to the point that he flinched back.
"What?" He huffed, "No, of course not. Is that what you were told?" You shrugged, feeling embarrassed now.
"That's not what I'm worried they would do to a cute thing like you." Your arm reached around your back, twisting so you could wrap your fingers around the end of your braid, tugging on it. You couldn't meet his gaze, especially because you understood his implication. Also, you weren't sure how you felt about him calling you cute.
"What are you doing around here? What herd are you with?"
"I was gathering herbsâŚI'm with the gazelle herd southwest of here." You motioned vaguely behind you.
"What were you looking for?"
"Valerian root. It's too early for the plant to be flowering so it's hard to find." He didn't reply for a bit, glancing behind him.
"There's a big tree, east of your village?"
"Y-yes?" You were a little concerned he knew the area so well, but at the same time if they knew where your herd was, and had left it be, it was probably okay.
"What else have you been looking for?" His change of subject caught you off guard, but you answered.
"Meet me at that tree tomorrow evening, and I'll have some for you. Don't come back this way, those others aren't safe."
"You are, though?" Your question didn't sound as bold as you wanted it to. He chuckled a bit, then exhaled hard through his nose.
"Short answer, yes. I don't want to be working with them, but I don't have a choice right now."
"What do you want in return?" You asked, why would he help you just to be nice. It would be a lot of work to gather the herbs you were looking for.
"We'll see how hard it is, then I'll tell you. Deal?" He held his hand out and you eyed it. Finally, taking it, the strength behind the grip jolted you.
"I'm Hongjoong. Do you have a name I can call you?" He smirked softly and you pulled away from the handshake like he had burned you suddenly.
"(Y/N). About this time?"
"Sure, doll. Now go home, and don't come back here." Hongjoong stepped back and nodded for you to do so. Turning back to look at him a few times as you went, you trotted back home, your bag lighter than you had planned on it being.
All through the next day, your eyes kept flitting to the sun behind the clouds, waiting for it to reach the right point in the sky. You were glad you were the head healer, if you had not come back with a good haul before your mentor retired, she would've swatted your hands. In the beginning, it was weird to return to an empty tent, but after nearly six months, you were used to it. It wasn't like she was dead; it was just weird she wasn't there anymore. Your hands moved on muscle memory as you worked through the day, thoughts spiraling, always returning to the image of the lion you met the day prior. It didn't help that he was so attractive, the encounter would have been significantly less captivating without that factor. It was clear he didn't like his comrades, even past that, his appearance was very different from theirs. He had been standing far away from them as well and had even lied when he found you.
The closer toward the horizon the sun grew, the more distracted you were, and you were so antsy that for the last hour before the designated time, you stood at the edge of the village. Some of your herd had questioned your odd behavior through the day, and you brushed it off, telling them you were thinking hard about where to find more herbs. That time of year was difficult with so many different plants sprouting up, and most people accepted your reasoning. Only your mother wasn't convinced, but she also knew not to press too hard, or you would lose your patience. You didn't have too much of that.
From where you were standing, you could kind of see where the tree was, well, the rock that was hiding it. It was behind the big rock. Glancing up at the darkening sky, you could finally see the twinkling of the northernmost star, and you started to trek out. After you descended the slope, and gotten over the hill after it, you knew you were out of sight, and broke into a quicker pace. For some reason, you were excited. Was it the thrill of doing something that others would frown upon? Was it that you got to bask in the presence of the extremely attractive lion once more?
You reached the boulder faster than normal, it seemed your body was just as eager, and had decided to move faster than your brain realized. Swallowing hard, your hand brushed over the smooth stone surface as you moved around it, peaking around. Feeling a small sense of dĂŠjĂ vu, when you could see around the rock, you saw him under the tree.
"There's no need to hide, doll." His voice was warm and you giggled a little in embarrassment, fully coming around. Right when you got close enough, he took a bundle off his shoulder, leaves poking out from the leather wrap. Taking it gently, you crouched down so you could untie it and look. You gasped seeing everything that was there. Not only did he find everything you needed, but there was also a lot there.
"H-How did you get so much?" You looked up at him from your squat and he shrugged. No verbal response, but you were too grateful to question.
"H-here." You reached into your own bag, your string of coins jingling as you pulled it out.
"No, (Y/N). You don't need to pay me."
"But!" When you moved to give him the coins, he wrapped his fingers over yours so they wrapped around the metal pieces.
"What do you want as payment then?"
"Don't worry about it."
"I have, um. I have this mulled wine my grandfather madeâŚ" You went back to your bag, going to unite the cord of the wineskin.
"No."
"Um, okay, I haveâŚ" You shuffled stuff around in your bag, looking for the flute you still didn't really know how to play.
"(Y/N). You don't have to give me anything, itâs fine." He was closer then, trying to get you to stop your frantic search. His fingers went to your chin, forcing your head to tip back so you could meet his gaze.
"A-are you sure?"
"Yes." He dropped his hand and stepped back once more, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
"N-nothing?" You felt bad, it would have taken hours to gather that much.
"If you really want, you can sit and talk to me for a bit?" He suggested and the request flabbergasted you.
"Really?" Hongjoong hummed with a nod, turning so he could move to the tree, sitting at the base in a divot in the large roots. Sitting down next to him, you truly felt small then, scratching at a root with your blunt fingernail. Your eyes went to his own hands, sharp claws sat at the end of each finger. You also had noticed when he smiled, his canine teeth were bigger and sharper. His golden-blonde hair, rounded ears, and tufted tail all screamed that he was a lion, even if his demeanor didn't. He wasn't scary, but he was majestic and beautiful.
"Have you ever met a lion before me?" He rested against the tree trunk and you shook your head.
"Have you ever met a predator?"
"Not really. Just seen them from afar." You picked at a dried bit of some poultice you had made that was stuck on your tunic skirt.
"You weren't as afraid as I thought you would be, then."
"If it had been one of the others, maybe."
"Why was I different?" Hongjoong's gaze on you made your face hot, you couldn't return the look.
"You could have given me away to the others, and you didn't." Yep, that was it. Nothing more to it.
"That's it?" He sounded a bit disappointed.
"Why didn't you?"
"I told you; I don't care for them."
"Then why are you travelling with them?"
"It's hard to be a solo male out here. It's easier to work with a group before I try and get my own pride."
"Oh. So, like, a bunch of wives?"
"More like two or three. Not like full lions, but..." He didn't sound super eager for that.
"Are all lion hybrids like that?"
"More or less. Never appealed to me much, to be honest."
"Really?" This piqued your interest, and you didn't dwell too much on why.
"It's rare for lions to have one spouse, out in the wilds anyway. I've debated leaving for the capital, butâŚ"
"Why not?"
"I don't mind living off the land, but I don't know where else to go to find a wife. Most lionesses also want to be in a pride, like some ancient call."
"Huh."
"Are gazelle monogamous?"
"Hybrids are. Have a shit ton of kids though." Your response made him laugh; the sound rumbled through you.
"Can you roar like a full lion?" You were too curious. You needed to know.
"Uh, no. Can you actually bleat like a full gazelle?"
"Not reallyâŚ" Now you felt stupid, ears flicking nervously. Your tail thumped a bit on the ground, your eyes meandering down to look at his. It was much longer than yours, like his full animal brethren.
"What about you?"
"Me?"
"Do you want to get married and have a shit ton of kids?" You hummed in thought. No. It was more because you didn't want to be pressed into a mold. Most herbalists never marry, let alone have offspring, that was part of the reason you chose the trade.
"No."
"You even want kids?"
"Don't know. One would be nice, but that's not how it worksâŚ" You stared in the distance toward your village.
"How many siblings do you have?"
"I'm the oldest of eleven."
"Fuck." He huffed and his reaction made you burst into a guffaw.
"Yes."
"Is your motherâŚokay?" This made you laugh harder.
"Uh, I can't imagine five singletons plus three sets of twins would make anyone okay."
"Not your ideal future?"
"Oh, fuck, no." Hongjoong smiled at your obvious newly relaxed state. It was then you noticed the sun had set completely, little white stars twinkling in the dark purple abyss.
"I need to get back!" You shot up, retying the bundle he had given you.
"Wait!" He stopped you with a hand on your wrist. Turning to look back at him, he licked his lips, letting you go.
"Can you meet me back here in two days. Same time?" Your eyes widened a bit at the request, but you felt a smile tug at your lips.
"Yeah, I can."
You did go back when he asked.
"You came!" Hongjoong seemed genuinely surprised, standing up straight from where he had been leaning against the tree.
"Of course?" You were genuinely surprised at his reaction, "why wouldn't I?"
"I was a bit worried you only came last time for the herbsâŚ" He wouldn't look straight at you, and you noticed he had something in his hand. It was obviously plants.
"Is that why you brought that?" You pointed to them, and he brought them around from behind his back.
"Y-yeah."
"Hongjoong. You're the first guy that still gave me the time of day after saying I didn't want to have twelve children." You motioned behind you toward your village, "honestly I've been really impatient, waiting forâŚnow." Your face warmed and you swiped your leg back and forth, drawing an arch in the dirt with your toe.
"You're the first girl who didn't look at me weird when I said I only wanted one wifeâŚ" He huffed, the confident smirk coming back to his face.
"Is it weird, that we're so different?" You voiced the obvious concern between both of you.
"Maybe. But it doesn't feel like it."
For nearly two months you met at the tree, every two days. One night, under a full moon, when you arrived at the tree, he met you right as you arrived, immediately sweeping you into his arms. A bit shocked, you returned the hug, warmth flooding your whole body. You spoke like normal, sitting together, shoulder to shoulder. That time though, there was something in the air. You couldn't place your finger on it, and when you went to leave for the night, he hugged you once more. When he pulled back, his hand went to cup your cheek.
"IâŚI don't want to let you go." He barely pulled away from the hug but did release you. His head was bowed to be closer to yours, forehead brushing yours.
"Hongjoong?" You weren't for sure what he meant, considering he literally let you go.
"Run away with me. Come to me. Stay with me." He tilted his head, nose brushing yours, his breath mingled with yours. Tears pricked your eyes, a rush of emotions knocking your breath away as he stole it. His lips were hot on yours and a tear escaped your eye. When he pulled back, his eyes met yours, and he grimaced at your tears.
"Tomorrow. I'll come to you. Here?" You asked, ready and willing. You did want to at least say goodbye to your family, gather your things.
"No. There's a cave near where we first met-"
"Behind the vines?"
"Yes."
"I'll be there."
Your mother didnât ask too many questions. She knew there had been something on your mind, and she knew and saw that you weren't happy there. You never would be, especially not after meeting Hongjoong. You didn't have the heart to tell your father, so you said goodbye to him like it was any other time you went to gather herbs. It wasn't like you would never see them again, but you weren't sure when you would go back, not sure where you would end up. With one last glance behind you, you left your village, your bag more full than usual, but no one noticed. Standing at the entrance of the cave, you swallowed hard, parting the hanging vines and stepping in. He was there. Of course he was, it seemed he had been staying there. A very convenient hole lay in the ceiling, casting the sunlight in. The whole cave smelled of him, and once he saw you, he moved forward. You gasped, his hands cupping your jaw, lips sealing over yours. That kiss wasnât anything like the time before. Hongjoong pulled back slightly, just so you could breathe and you whimpered at the loss. Your tail rapidly flitted back and forth behind you, ears twitching just as fast. Hongjoong's spiced aroma had grown stronger, a slight rumbling building in his chest. His hands were still holding your jaw, the claw on his thumb just barely ghosting over your skin. Stepping even closer, your hands fell on his chest, and you marveled at the hard muscle underneath the pelt around his shoulders. The rumble grew stronger under your touch, and you could already feel your core clench around nothing. Swallowing hard, you breathed in his scent, over and over, like it was a drug.
"Fuck, (Y/N)."Â He practically growled, one hand moving to rest on your waist. His face buried into the crook of your neck; nose pressed to your jugular. Your blood spiked and you felt your whole body shudder. You were unsure if it was arousal, or a sense of danger, having the large fangs of a predator near your weakest spot.
"You smell so good." Hongjoong groaned, hauling you closer, leaving barely a space between you.
"Like what?" You wanted to add, 'like a meal or a mate?', but didn't want to ruin the moment.
"Like when the apricots blossom." His other hand on your jaw moved instead to the back of your head, the one on your waist to the small of your back. You gasped at the pressure of his body, feeling him growing hard against your stomach. His face left your neck, and he kissed you again. You wondered if that was what the elders implied, being eaten alive. His tongue had easily entered your mouth, swiping over yours, his large canines clacking against your much blunter ones. You had expected his tongue to be rough, but he didn't know yours would be as well, though not nearly as coarse as your full animal kin. It seemed though, that he was literally drooling, the extra saliva made his tongue glide around yours. You whimpered again, the muffled noise was nearly a bleat, and the rumble of his chest nearly a roar. Hongjoong's lips left yours, a strand of spit connecting your mouths, another trail leaving the corner of his mouth. He licked away the extra, breaking the trail, his pupils had narrowed to narrow slits. Your own pupils were blown wide, the black nearly eclipsing the color of your iris. Part of you felt the need to run, flee, that you were being hunted. Somehow though, that thought turned you on all the more.
"Are you sure, (Y/N)?"
"Huh?"
"Once I have you, I won't let you go." His voice rumbled through you, straight to your cunt, and your scent of arousal built to the point you could smell it yourself. The spiced bark of his own aroma filled your nostrils, making your thoughts hazy.
"You already have me." You replied, voice very soft, to keep it from shaking. Your brain didn't register his next move till it was already done, your back pinned to the rock of the cave, his hand still on the back of your head to make sure it didn't smash against the stone.
"Tell if it hurts too bad." His voice was in your ear, nose pushing against the collar of your tunic. Your hands around his neck moved to his upper back, gripping hard into the pelt as his teeth sank into your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back, the stinging pain just aroused you further, and his hips rutted forward once, pressing his even harder cock against your tummy. As his fangs left your skin, he licked over the spot and you flinched at the sting. Just then, his scent spiked, the aroma becoming sweeter, mingling with yours. You knew predators bonded through mating bites, but you had no idea what it would do to your body. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, blood rushed in your ears and a drop of slick started to flow down your inner thigh.
"Gotta warn you, sweetheart." He huffed, a cocky smirk gracing his features, tongue licking over the drop of blood still on his lip. He palmed his hard-on through his tunic pants, "might look a little different than you're expecting."
"Huh?" You weren't fully registering what he was getting at. Hongjoong's fingers wrapped around yours, bringing your hand to his covered cock, letting you palm over him yourself. You whimpered, you had dealt with plenty of naked males being a healer, and none compared. The thing that you noticed really, what he was talking about, were the little spines at the base of his cock and below the head. Your eyes widened, normally that would concern you some, but your body was ready and waiting. Eager even, begging.
"They don't hurt like a full lion, but I wanted you to know."
"I don't care, I just want you to split me open on it." Your bold declaration made him chuckle, his tongue licking against the tip of your ear. It flicked under the touch and the hand at your head brought your lips back to his. He swallowed your mewls, the hand he had on your back moved lower, gripping the base of your tail. When he tugged, a bleat escaped your throat, and his hard thigh nestled between your quivering ones. He immediately felt the heat of your cunt through the thin leather of his tunic pants, your slick quickly dripping over the material.
"You're soaked, love." He pressed harder, your hips jumping, the slight friction intensified by whatever hex he seemed to have you under.
"Sorry, sweet. You're sending me into a rut." His chest was rumbling again, deeper than before, "It'll be hard to hold back." Is that what was happening to you? Was he putting you into heat? Yours were normally extremely weak since you were unmated, and was it much worse because he was a predator? Did your body need to compensate for his own bodyâs greater power? The hand on your tail moved to cup your butt, then to your thigh, prompting you to pronk up and into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the bulge of his cock pressing over your bare cunt and you whined, breath hitching. You felt so small then, he easily held you up against the cave wall, broad enough that most wouldnât even know you were there but your legs around his middle. Hongjoong kissed over your neck, down to your collar bone, rough tongue searing over your skin. Your hands scrambled, gripping and pulling at the pelt around his neck, trying to get it off. He helped you, reaching under to undo a small button and you pulled it up over his head, letting it flop to the ground. His toned arms were fully on display then, the red cloth around his arm somehow made the sight all the better. He never told you what it meant, and you just assumed it was an accessory. Before you could start trying to wrestle his tunic top off, he held you to him, carrying you to a pile of pelts it seemed he used as a bed. Softly, he laid you down on it, but his following movements were anything but. He ripped his shirt off and you didn't get time to ogle his bare torso because he proceeded to literally tear yours off. You had only been in a linen tunic dress, but still the ease with which he turned it to shreds was incredible arousing. His palms were rough against your soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"Hongjoo-!" Your breath was kicked from your lungs, vision spattering with dots of light when his tongue buried into your cunt. You hadn't even realized he was down there, hands pressing to your thighs to hold your legs open. Even the slight brush of his lips over your clit as his tongue licked over your walls was intense. A strong wave of pleasure was quickly cresting, your womb pulsing hard, walls clenching.
"Fuck~!" Little bleats and whimpers left you, your tail whacking against the pelts beneath you, dull nails raking through his hair. While you had never had an orgasm, you knew that's what it was. With how quick he brought you up to and over the edge, you knew you were in for a long night. Hongjoong growled, his purr rumbling through his tongue into you, drinking your essence as it squirted from your cunt. Smirking, he pulled back, thumb gathering a drop from his chin so he could lick it off.
"You think your cute little cunt can take my cock?" His knuckles brushed through your folds, careful of his claws.
"Please, need it~" Your foot came up, pressing over his hard-on. He grunted, wrapping his hand around your ankle, forcing it off so he could take his pants off. You watched, hazy eyes trying to focus as the leather hit the cave floor. Your eyes subsequently widened, brain fogging further. Little spines circled his cock, thick and long. Hongjoong kneeled between your legs, spreading them and hooking one of your knees over his elbow to keep you open for him. He chuckled at the twitch your whole body seized from when the hot head met your dripping folds.
"It might sting, love." He warned once more, the thumb of his hand on your waist rubbing small circles over your hip. You nodded, trying to relax but also steel yourself. Yes, it stung, it burned, but it was amazing. Each little bit he sank his fat cock into you, the little spines rubbed and pulled at your walls. Your slick allowed an easy glide, but his own head was swimming from the tight vice of your cunt, eagerly sucking him in. You shuddered with each breath, heat searing through you from your core out, and he was barely half-way in when you felt another orgasm cresting. You thought the pain would diminish the pleasure, but it was the opposite, the burn heated you even further. Hongjoong laid kisses over your shoulder around his mark, letting you adjust to the stretch, even if it was nearly painful for him to go so slow. As the head of his dick pressed against your eager and weeping womb, the little spines at the base brushed your clit and folds, and the final little push finished you off. You threw your head back, eyelids fluttering, nails leaving crescents on his shoulders. He groaned as your tight cunt pulsed around him, more of your slick spurting out from where he was filling you. When the waves of your orgasm faded, you still were shuddering, tipsy on the pleasure.
"Ready, love?"
"Hongjoong~" You mewled, fingers rubbing over his hot skin, blunt nails scratching a path down from where you had them. Your other leg ended up hooked over his elbow as well, and when he pulled out, only about halfway, the little barbs tugged at your gummy walls. He snapped his hips then, burying back inside, battering the fat head against your cervix. He was right, he couldn't hold back. He wanted to start slow, let you get used to it, but he couldn't. The next thrust had no warning, his pace was immediately relentless, your knees pressed up toward your ears. He was fucking you stupid, the noises you let out sounding more and more like your animal kin, bleats and moans melding. Your body had gone limp, only your arms had any strength, hands digging into the pelt under your hips. Your head lolled and your breasts bounced with each thrust. You couldn't think to let him know as he barreled through your third orgasm, more slick gushing from your cunt. His noises were animalistic at that point, anyone passing would think a real lion was rutting in that cave. His tongue ran over his long fangs, saliva spilling from his lips as he growled and grunted.
"Aw, fuck, (Y/N)." He chuckled, burying his cock as deep as he could, pressing those little spines into your groin, pumping your eager womb full. You weren't even sure you could actually get pregnant, but he was bound and determined to fill you to the point that it would leak out of you for days. The heat of his cum inside brought you over the edge too, a much smaller climax racking you. He was still hard as a rock though. You gasped, your lungs spasming as he pulled his cock all the way out, those little barbs digging in. Your world spun, your chest and stomach to the pelts below then, and he yanked your hips up, sinking his cock back in once more. At that angle he got even deeper somehow, each rough plow of his dick battering your back walls. Your vision blurred further, eyes rolling back, fingers futilely digging into the fur below you. His hips pummeled against the skin of your ass hard, the smacking combined with his beastly grunts made your ears twitch. His hand went back to your tail, wrapping around the base, tugging a bit. Shivering shot straight up your spine from where he had you, cunt weeping along with you, tears and drool leaving a puddle on the pelts under you.
"Fucking hell, love. You're so good for me~" He groaned, chuckling as your walls fluttered through another climax. Your cunt and clit stung from the overstimulation, but you needed more, you needed him to pump you full more. The bite on your shoulder flared with heat, so did your skin as his hands wrapped around the small of your waist. His thrusts once again grew unsteady, instead they were hard and shallow, pulling back just enough to rake those little barbs over your clit over and over.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck." You rambled, vision already spotting with white, then nearly screamed when he came again, spurts of white hot jizz leaking from your hole, not able to handle the amount. Your cunt sprayed out as well, the mix of your release leaving a mess on the pelts. You gasped for air, heart thudding, sweat dripping from your forehead. He was still hard. Maybe that's why your people were warned about mixing with predators. His stamina was a beast in itself.
"Can you keep going love? Lions go for a whole day sometimes." Hongjoong groaned when your cunt clenched again, really hoping you could keep going. His body needed yours, just as bad for both of you, and he wanted to fuck you the rest of the week if he could. He might be able to, you on the other handâŚ
"Fuck me stupid, I don't- just your cock~!" You whined and moaned, giggling like an idiot as his hips rolled again. Picking back up to his monster pace again. Every drag of his dick seemed to eek a tiny little orgasm out of you, your body strung so tight, it sang with every one of his movements. Your brain vaguely registered as the sunlight faded from the hole in the ceiling, fading to the cool moonlight. You didn't think you could walk for a week after, he had fucked so many orgasms out of and into you, you lost count. Globs of thick seed slipped out of your cunt when he finally pulled out, cock finally softening. Your face was blank, eyes open but barely conscious.
"Sleep, my love. I'll need you again in the morning."
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MC naked & afraid featuring 7 idiots Headcannons
(What in hell is bad! survival Island headcannons)
Based off of my whb survival Island poll
Author's notes: I'm watching a documentary right now This shit made me laugh so hard imagining these demons becoming feral
It was supposed to be a cruise Mammon was testing out his new cruise ship but something horribly wrong happened where you and the seven kings were stranded on an island in the human world. Their powers unable to work for plot reasons.
They're not stuck forever They can go back home but a rescue team will take a month to arrive.
Satan
Satan somehow got a campfire running. He got so angry he lit the fire based off of pure anger. Because Leviathan was bullying him that he didn't know how to start a simple fire and asked him to hand over the sticks. Satan said "NO! FUCK YOU PUSSY BITCH I GOT IT!"
Satan is a really good hunter, like an exceptional hunter. And he quickly goes into his role. It's been 2 days and now He wears the pelt of his latest kill. Hey sharpens his own tools and he looks like a savage according to Leviathan.
Satan has gotten a thrill for the hunt and for some reason he keeps staring at you....
Mammon
For an hour he's been looking around this deserted island it is populated with native animals and foliage as well as fresh water. You know what he's thinking about... Turning this island into another one of his villas.
When he is not checking out this island as if he's trying to purchase real estate He's actually helping you with building a shelter. Tino's absolutely nothing about building shelters but he's glad to be your heavy muscles and tools for whenever you can't do something.
Following Satan His deconstruction of a civil man has begun but the only thing that really changed is his shirt came off that's it... Only because It got ripped when Satan and him had a fight.
Leviathan
He hates this he fucking hates this. Everyone's running around like headless chickens and he's the only competent devil (except for Lucifer)
He's been better... He was actually a lot worse when you first crashed on the island You had to actually calm him down from his panic attack and when he did finally calm down He has been clinging to you like his life depended on it. Using you as some kind of strange therapy. Becoming more possessive over you.
Anything you're doing he is doing with you no questions ask if anyone were to question it he will take a sharp rock and stab them right in the eye.
Beelzebub
As soon as you woke up in the sand Beelzebub. You wanted to search for him But the other kings we're not worried for him at all.
Before the sun goes down he does turn up with a stick sharpened into a spear and food. Beel is an exceptional hunter. He is the reason why All of you aren't starving. Beel can literally eat anything But that doesn't mean you and other devils can't. So if he tells you not to eat something don't need it.
Beel and Satan have some kind of dick measuring competition with killing and hunting prey. Satan comes back with a rabbit, Beel catches a wild boar, Satan comes back with a big fish, Beel comes back with a crocodile.
Lucifer
Oh my god finally a competent devil. Lucifer is the most important devil since he can heal injuries as well as sicknesses. Even though his magic isn't in effect he still knows a lot of natural plant remedies. He knows every plant species that God has made.
He looks at you with an odd look, while you follow his instructions closely on how to build a proper shelter.
He takes this chance to study you as if you were his science project every time you get a bump I scrape or scratch He studies you meticulously how your human body heals naturally slowly. His fingers delicately tracing each scar you've ever had.
Belphegor
Motherfucker is either asleep or jacking off while you guys do the work. He's so lucky to have all these hard workers working for him and with the shelter built he could finally... It's not comfortable...
He knows that you guys are doing your best and what not but damn sleeping on the ground sucks ass wipe. He wants to find natural soft moss or bedding just for a better sleep.
Because of Belphegor The shelter in looks more and more comfortable with his additions which he always adamantly reminds you. Every time you go in there's new shit added and it looks more like a nest then a shelter.
Asmodeus
Oh yeah the clothes are gone... Are you surprised? This demon has become full feral and he loves it. An island paradise for you and him and of the other 6 would like to join they're more than welcome to.
This uncivilized natural land spark something inside him that you don't want anything to do with.
After you literally threatened not to have sex with him for 2 months until he puts his clothes back on He decides to use leaves or vines instead now he just looks like PornHub Tarzan...
Bonus:
This devil is the king of lust, He has been eyeing this human potential mate for a while now...
The human bathing in the crystal pool catch a sight of him, They seem weary but content with his presence.
This is his chance The devil puffs out his chest showing off his horn it is a devil's way of showing strength and virility.
In his usual habitat He would be the undisputed king. But now his territory is shared. And another eyes his prey.
The human looks into the foliage before jumping back a splash of water fills his vision he hears warning hiss as his opponent comes in view a devil of envy, He has already laid claim to them and he will not back down.
Unlike his one horn this male has two, two against one is hardly fair but that doesn't mean he'll stand down without a fight.
Before these two demons can fight for this potential mate, the human screams "STOP FUCKING AROUND!! I'M TRYING TO BATHE GET OUT!!"
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In The Gloomy Depths [Chapter 2: Tiger's Eye]
Series summary: Five years ago, jewel mining tycoon Daemon Targaryen made a promise in order to win your hand in marriage. Now he has broken it and forced you into a voyage across the Atlantic, betraying you in increasingly horrifying ways and using your son as leverage to ensure your cooperation. You have no friends and no allies, except a destitute viola player you canât seem to get away fromâŚ
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The taxidermied tiger head hangs above the fireplace in the sitting room, its jaws agape in a perpetual roar and its eyes polished spheres of metamorphic rock the color of dusk. Daemon shot it in Burma years agoâvalleys of saturated green earth, mountain ranges like a crooked spineâshortly after opening his third black opal mine in Australia. You stare at the disembodied creature and she stares back, a silent scream, a doomed eternal terror in her tigerâs eye gaze: Help! A man is killing me. A man is taking me from where I belong. A man is nailing me to a wall so all the world knows he is the one whose bullet severed my aorta, filled me with hemorrhaging blood until I sank down, down, down.
You say, still looking at the slayed beast: âDid we really have to bring that with us?â
Daemon glances over as he fastens his cufflinks, onyx with red beryl in the shape of a three-headed dragon, the Targaryen family crest. âIâm sure youâd prefer a finger painting from that Italian tosspot youâre so enamored with. Whatâs his name, Pizarro?â
âPicasso. And heâs Spanish.â
âEven worse.â
You turn to Daemon, and you can feel yourself wilting, becoming pitiful, vulnerable, needy. âWhere are you going?â
He smirks as he stalks past you. âWherever I want.â Then he passes through the doorway and out into the hall, flanked by the ever-grim Edward Rushton, black suits and polished leather shoes.
Itâs midday on April 12th, and you and Fern are now alone in the Targaryen staterooms. Laenor is down on F-Deck enjoying the Squash Racquet Court with his new Parisian companions, Rhaenyra is in the Reading and Writing Room with a group of ladies led by the Countess of Rothes, and Dagmar has taken DracoâŚsomewhere. Meanwhile, your sweet-tempered maid is flitting around making beds and collecting empty cups and soiled linens. âFern?â you call.
She peeks out of Dracoâs bedroom. âYes, maâam? Do you need something?â
To leap overboard and swim back to Ireland. âWould you like to take a stroll around the Promenade Deck with me? Breathe some fresh air, look for dolphins and whales, have lunch at the Verandah Cafe?â
Fern is apologetic in that soft, skittish way that she has. âIâm so sorry, maâam. I have to finish cleaning the rooms before Dagmar comes back.â
She doesnât say whyâthat would be insubordinateâbut you know. Just like on the family crest, the dragon has three heads: Daemon, Draco, Dagmar. All must be appeased lest their fire turn you to ash. And Fern lives in terror of the gaunt Scandinavian tyrant. âRight. I understand.â
âI should be done in an hour or two. When you return from your walk, Iâll make you tea.â
âYouâre too kind.â
She is confused. âItâs my job, maâam.â
âStill, Iâm glad youâre the one doing it.â
Fern smiles, small and hesitant. âThank you, maâam. Enjoy your walk.â
Outside on the Promenade Deck, the sun is bright and the wind brisk, just warm enough to forego a coat, black mink or white ermine or grey rabbit or reddish fox, pelts harvested, creatures butchered. Your dress is a cheerful yellow, as if attempting to conjure the golden-haired magic of the Targaryens, their willfulness, their invincibility, their habit of bending the worldâs truth in their hands until it snaps. Yet none of them are here with you; you are alone, you are unnecessary. As you walk, you pass women reading novels on teak deckchairs, children playing with spinning tops and dominoes under the watchful eyes of fathers and governesses, men smoking cigars as they debate business and politics and which gemstones they should purchase for their sweethearts. You have to get away from them.
You take the Grand Staircase up to the Boat Deck, the highest level of the ship, and to distract yourself you count the covered lifeboats that are stowed there. This does not assuage your anxiety; you see only twenty, and while you have made a practice of avoiding sailing and therefore are no expert on the issue, this does not seem like enough. You go to the railingâabout as tall as your waistâand lean over it as you stare, thoughts troubled and brow furrowed, into the wild, uninterrupted blue of the North Atlantic, five hundred miles from the coast of Ireland. To your left is a man painting a sheet of paper clipped to an easel, a palette held in his hand, viscous globs of color from small silvery tubes. Seventy feet below where you stand is the sea, thrashing against Titanic, a wood-and-steel intruder. You lean a little farther over the side of the ship. The water is cold, you imagine; cold, deep, dark, silent.
If I fell in, this would all be over, you think. No more Daemon. No more anyone. The only people who would miss me are my parents, and theyâll never see me again anyway.
But no; you cannot abandon Draco. Heâs a piece of you, even if he doesnât know it. You cannot allow him to become a monster.
The viola player peeks out from behind his easel. âNot thinking about jumping, are you?â
You gasp, startled, and then cover your face as you groan. âWhy are you always out here?!â
âAw, fancy rock lady needs a member of the perpetual underclass to malign,â he says as he adds brushstrokes to his painting. He has procured a suit somehowâblack, slightly too big for him, likely stolenâto better masquerade as a first-class passenger. âWhatâs the matter, rock lady? Did your servants not put enough sugar in your tea this morning? Did they tug a little too hard as they brushed your hair?â
âYouâre not well mentally. You need a straightjacket.â
âIâm not the one about to throw myself into the Atlantic Ocean.â
You glare at him, bitter, defensive. âI wasnât going to jump.â
âThen what were you doing?â
You canât answer; you wring your hands and press your lips together so tightly they ache, watch dark smoke billow from the nearest funnel, coal shoveled into blazing furnaces, treasures of the earth extracted like teeth and consumed.
âHey, I didnât, umâŚâ The viola player lowers his paintbrush, repentant. âIt wasnât my intention to upset you.â
You ask to change the subject: âWhat are you painting?â
âPeople,â he says, grinning, then turns his easel to show you. Itâs a father holding his daughter so she can look over the railing and pointing to show her something out in the waves, dolphins, perhaps. His work is excellent, you are surprised to see: wispy curls of hair, irises alight with emotion, shadows and wrinkles and cheeks ruddy from gusts of wind, imperfections of reality.
âItâs good,â you manage once youâve gotten your bearings.
âAnd of course youâre shocked.â He points to a scuffed brown leather portfolio resting against one leg of the easel. âI have plenty more, if youâre interested.â
You open the portfolio. There are men worriedly counting coins, women waiting on park benches, children beaming as they feed ducks or tend to their dolls, people giggling and scowling and burning up with clandestine longing, people sipping drinks in smoky pubs. In the bottom right corner of each painting is a moniker for the subject: Crystal, Big Red, Sunshine, Baron, Carnation, Tiny, Mars, Archer, Harpist, Pennies, Henry VIII, Belfast Belle. Unwittingly, you smile to yourself. âYou give them names.â
âI watch people, but I donât usually talk to them,â the viola player explains as he dabs thick oil paint on the paper clipped to the easel, treated to resemble the texture of linen. âI like to catch them unawares. Keeps the moment genuine, truthful. Otherwise they start acting for me.â
âWhy paper instead of canvas?â
âEasier to travel with. Lighter and less bulky.â
You recall what he told Daemon at OâConnellâs Bar back in Galway: Well Iâve played all over Ireland, sir. All over Europe, in fact. You gingerly slide his paintings back into the portfolio and tease: âWho do you think you are, Picasso?â
He chuckles and shakes his head. His sand-colored hair trashes in the wind that blows off the ocean, salt and mist. âI am under no such delusion. Iâve met him, though.â
You gawk at the viola player. âYouâveâŚyouâve met Pablo Picasso?â
âYeah,â he says casually. âIn Barcelona. I love his Blue and Rose Period stuff. Now heâs doing some weird cubism bullshit.â The viola player shrugs. âI donât know. Itâs his art, he can paint what he wants. But I prefer something a little moreâŚreal.â
âI do too,â you confess. âI went to Paris once with my parents. I saw some of Picassoâs work in a gallery, but he wasnât there at the time. I bought a few paintings.â
âWhich ones?â
âMother and Child from 1905. Flowers from 1901.â You hesitate. Itâs a bit scandalous. âBlue Nude.â
But the viola player neither cringes nor makes a joke. âI remember that one,â he says softly, watching you. After a moment he asks: âAre they hanging in your rooms?â
âTheyâre in a trunk. Daemon doesnât like them.â And the animosity in your voice is an act of treason, however small. You glance around for Daemon, Rush, Dagmar, Rhaenyra, Laenor, and thankfully find none of them. You avert your eyes, ashamed. A husband you hate, and fear, and obey, and lie awake at night conspiring how to please.
There is something that ripples across the viola playerâs faceâsympathy, distressâand then he resumes putting the final touches on his portrait of two unnamed passengers. âDo you paint?â
You laugh. âVery badly.â
He offers you the paintbrush, saturated with a reddish-gold color like dusk. âYou can help me fill in the manâs scarf. Thatâs hard to fuck up.â
Your jaw falls open.
âThatâs hard to mess up,â he amends.
Smiling shyly, you take the paintbrush and add a few tentative strokes to the scarf. The viola player accepts the paintbrush when you forfeit it.
âSo besides making awful paintings, how did you spend your time back in Galway?â
Reminding my father who he is. Taking long walks through the fields with my mother. Sitting in the garden wondering how my life went so wrong. Trying to stop my only child from becoming a demon like his father. âI read a lot. Mostly Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen, and Shakespeare.â
âShakespeare?â he echoes, amused. âRecite some for me.â
You take a moment to decide on a passage.
âNot for the world: why, man, she is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar and the rocks pure gold.â
âThe Two Gentlemen of Verona,â the viola player says, much to your amazement. Heâs a thief holding a third-class ticket, and yet heâs learned. This is rare outside the blue-blooded aristocrats and the titans of industry. Fern can barely read and write.
âWhere were you educated?â
âThe world,â he replies, grinning.
âAnd the world included lessons on Shakespeare?â
âSure, sometimes.â
âAlright then, letâs hear an excerpt.â
He considers this, tapping the handle of his paintbrush against his lips. Then he says:
âMy crown is in my heart, not on my head;
Not decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen: my crown is called content:
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.â
âKing Henry VI,â you say, admittedly impressed. âI didnât know poor people read Shakespeare.â
âShakespeareâs plays were written for everyone, fancy rock lady. Standing tickets at the Globe cost pennies.â
You study the viola player as he paints, feeling a bewildering combination of curiosity, amusement, fondness. âWhatâs your name?â
He pauses as if heâs not sure what to say, then gives you a sly, crooked grin as he replies: âPicasso.â
Now a steward is approaching, and the viola player is alarmed, perhaps anticipating being revealed as a fraud and dragged back to the third-class accommodations; but the steward is only passing by with a tray full of champagne flutes, offering them to illustrious passengers as they stroll the decks. You take two glasses and he continues on his way. You down one flute in just a few gulps and offer the other to the viola player. He smiles politely but does not reach for it.
âThank you, but I donât drink.â
âReally?â Have you ever met a man who doesnât? You canât think of one. And you are suddenly aware of how quickly you finished your champagneâunladylike, improper, but surely no great disgrace in front of this audienceâand how yearningly youâre already glancing at the second glass, carbonated amber, foolâs gold.
âIâm not someone who can stop at just one or two,â the viola player says. âIâve learned that about myself. Tried to fight it for a while, turns out acceptance is easier. I hardly even miss booze anymore.â
âHow long did you fight it?â
âTen years.â
You are caught off-guard. âWhat? How old are you?â
âTwenty-three.â
Since he was thirteen? Can that be right? âWeâre about the same age,â you say instead, taking a distracted swig from the glass that would have been his.
âYeah,â the viola player agrees thoughtfully.
You finish the champagne and hand both glasses to a passing steward. âI should go,â you tell the viola player. âI donât know where Daemon is on the ship, andâŚâ I donât want him to see us. I donât want him to hurt me.
âSure. I get it.â
âGood luck with your painting.â
âIâll make one of you next,â he promises, and youâre certain heâs joking.
You smile and turn to leave. âWhatever you say, Picasso.â
You walk towards the Grand Staircase that leads back down to the Promenade Deck. As you pass the Gymnasium, you steal a glimpse through one of the windows and see them inside: Draco giggling as he rides the electric horse and yanks gleefully on the reins, Dagmar beaming as her gnarled, arthritic hands hold him by the waist so he doesnât slide off.
You lay your palm against the cold glass, separated by a few steps that might as well be miles, wreckage peering up through the darkness from the bottom of the sea.
~~~~~~~~~~
Fern helps you dress for dinner: a glittering gold gown, a tigerâs eye amulet from Burma. Laenor has brought a companion, one of the Parisians heâs become so well-acquainted with, a countâs son named Hugo. As Laenor is preoccupied, Daemon escorts Rhaenyra to the First-Class Dining Saloon down in D-Deck. They meander together, her arm linked through his, murmuring gossip about the other passengers and snickering contemptuously. You trail behind them, feeling invisible, a sun that casts no warmth.
All around you are other first-class passengers descending the Grand Staircase: Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress two decades his junior, John Jacob Astor and his pregnant eighteen-year-old wife, railroad tycoons Charles M. Hays and John B. Thayer, steel industrialist George Dennick Wick, the glamorous Countess of Rothes, the newly-wealthy Margaret Brown, the eminent journalist W.T. Stead, the White Star Lineâs managing director J. Bruce Ismay. But your gaze keeps drifting to Macyâs department store owner Isidor Straus and his wife Ida, neither young, neither beautiful, and yet so evidently devoted to each other. You wonder how that feels; surely nothing like a bruise, a reproach, a back turned to you in the marriage bed.
On the A-Deck landing of the Grand Staircase is the viola player, his horsehair bow gliding over four thick strings to loose an energetic, jubilant song, standing there in his suit that no one else notices is too big for him because they donât really see him at all. He is less than a fixture of the ship; the first-class passengers marvel at the glass-and-wrought-iron dome overhead and the Neoclassical clock on the wall and even the bronze cherub statue at the base of the steps, but the flesh-and-blood machinery of Titanic wears a sort of camouflage, unremarkable and interchangeable, uncomfortably human. The viola player gives you a wink and a quick, subtle smile as you pass by him, and you smile back. And for a moment, it is like you have a friend aboard the ship, a groundswell of fleeting joy, gratefulness, peace.
Dinner is oysters, salmon with hollandaise, corned ox tongue, chateau potatoes, asparagus soup, Waldorf pudding, other things that you pick at without much interest. You miss Lough Cutra Castle, you miss your parents, you miss Ireland, you miss your life before Daemon Targaryen stalked into it with his ever-glinting green eyes and his talent for making you so desperate to satisfy him. Instead of eating, you mostly drink champagne, draining glasses of it until your cheeks are warm and your thoughts hazy. You look around for the viola player, but he never appears in the First-Class Dining Saloon. Instead, the five-piece string ensemble that welcomed you aboard Titanic yesterday is playing Alexanderâs Ragtime Band.
Daemon has invited a guest to share your table, chief designer of the ship Mr. Thomas Andrews. He is gracious and even-tempered, exactly the sort of man Daemon likes to entrap and enchant and have his way with. As you drown in champagne, Daemon tells Mr. Andrews about surviving a hurricane while mining Larimar in the Dominican Republic, domesticating a ring-tailed lemur in Madagascar (Daemon had named it Aegon and kept it on a leash), getting lost for three days in the Australian Outback and resorting to eating snakes and dingoes, bludgeoned to death with rocks and roasted over campfires. Rhaenyra observes all of this with a proud, radiant smile, encouraging Daemon with nods and oddly girlish giggles. Laenor, meanwhile, is chatting with Hugo and paying little attention to anything else. He and Rhaenyra have three young sons back in England, though they resemble Laenor Velaryon far less than they do Harwin Strong, Viserys the Duke of Beaufortâs former Master of the Horse and Rhaenyraâs rumored lover. The virile, dark-haired Harwin Strong was killed last year in an unfortunate riding accident, whereupon Daemon rekindled his previously strained relationship with Rhaenyra in the interests of helping her cope with the loss. As it turned out, Daemonâs niece had grown up to be much the same as he isâdaring, sarcastic, charismatic, incorrigibleâand as if you didnât have enough difficulty winning his affection before, now you must compete with his kindred spirit, a golden-haired wildfire only a few years older than you and who Daemon can delightedly torment his estranged brother with by capturing her in his orbit.
Daemon is saying, his elbows on the table and miming clutching a massive gemstone in his palm: âAs a famed French fashion critic once wrote, The jewel, which is so well adapted to a womanâs adornment, is a combination of the riches of nature and art.â
âNot just any fashion critic,â you say without thinking, the champagne parting your lips before you can reconsider. âCharles Blanc. And Iâm the one who gave you his book, remember? It was one of my wedding presents to you.â
Everyone turns to stare at you, as if abruptly being made aware of your existence. Laenor and Hugo appear puzzled. Rhaenyra is frowning with disapproval. Mr. Andrews nods politely. Daemon, after a moment, chuckles in that low, rolling, sardonic way that he does.
âYes, dear, you certainly did. Clearly it made an impression.â He looks to Mr. Andrews. âYouâll have to forgive my wife, good sir. Iâm afraid she has a weakness for champagne.â
âDonât we all?â Mr. Andrews replies diplomatically.
âThe truth is,â Dameon says as if heâs confiding in the shipbuilder; and yet thereâs an exhilaration he canât entirely disguise, a malicious triumph, proof of the power he has over you. âSheâs petrified of sailing, has been for years. And this journeyâŚwellâŚitâs been quite an ordeal for her. But under no uncertain terms was I leaving Ireland without my family. Where I go, we all go.â
âIâm so sorry to hear about your rattled nerves, Lady Targaryen.â Mr. Andrewsâ eyes are soft with pity for you, a neurotic and illogical woman, tortured by her own nature. âIs there anything I can say to alleviate your fears? Have you been on a ship thatâs run into trouble before?â
âNo, no sir, I justâŚâ You push through the warm, amber-gold fog of the champagne to explain. âIâve never been able to stop thinking of all the water beneath us, and a shipâŚeven one as large and luxurious as TitanicâŚit seems too vulnerable to me. One puncture and we all go straight to the seafloor.â
âThatâs why I built Titanic with watertight bulkheads that go up to E-Deck,â Mr. Andrews says, smiling reassuringly. âThere are sixteen total, and the ship can stay afloat with several of them flooded. This is meant to contain any possible breach in the hull.â
âOh, how ingenious!â Laenor exclaims. âHugo, isnât that extraordinary?â
Mr. Andrews continues: âTruly, Lady Targaryen, I have built you an unsinkable ship. You have nothing to worry about here on Titanic.â
âOf course she doesnât,â Daemon agrees.
âAnd there are lifeboats, I suppose,â you say. âAlthoughâŚI didnât see very many up on the Boat Deck. What is their total capacity, I wonderâŚ?â
âOver 1,000 souls, maâam,â Mr. Andrews replies.
You are horrified. âThatâs half the people onboard.â
âYes,â he concedes. âBut as I said, Titanic cannot sink.â Again, he smiles blithely. âBesides, in the event of an evacuationâengine failure or damaged propellers or some such thingâthe lifeboats would only be needed to ferry passengers from Titanic to the vessel weâd hail to rescue us with the wireless telegraph machine. The lifeboats were never intended to be able to hold all the passengers at once, that would be absurd.â
âImpossible,â Daemon concurs. âWhat on earth would necessitate a swift and total evacuation?â
âWhat about an iceberg?â Hugo says as he eats a heaping spoonful of Waldorf pudding, vanilla custard mixed with nutmeg, apples, walnuts, and raisins.
Mr. Andrews titters patiently, as if this is the most ludicrous thing heâs ever heard. âNo iceberg could damage Titanic enough to flood more than three bulkheads. And we have lookouts employed to spot them and sound the alarm so we can turn in time. Icebergs are not a concern whatsoever.â
âTrès bien!â Hugo declares, redirecting his full attention back to his Waldorf pudding.
Mr. Andrews looks to you, his voice kind but patronizing. âDo you feel better now, Lady Targaryen?â
âMuch better,â you lie.
âGood. Then no more worrying. And no need to drink yourself under the table either.â
Daemon says with a derisive snort: âWell, she is Irish.â
Everyone laughs; everyone but you.
~~~~~~~~~~
Back at the Targaryen staterooms, Rush is waiting by the door to take your coats. Laenor and Hugo bid everyone goodnight, then depart; Rhaenyra, seemingly reluctantly, takes her leave as well. She and Laenor have separate accommodations as they always do while travelling, not unheard of among first-class passengers but also not helping to dispel the rumors concerning her sonsâ parentage.
Dagmar is perched on one of the sofas like a falcon on a branch, her talonlike fingers knitting a forest green blanket for Draco. Your son, meanwhile, is sprawled on the sitting room floor and at war with Fern, who is trying to coax him out of his shoes and day clothes and into his pajamas.
âDraco, please, my love, itâs time to get ready for bed nowââ
âI want to go back to the Gymnasium!â he screeches, wriggling out of her grasp. From the sofa, Dagmar chuckles as if this is charming behavior, a portent of superb athletic fitness, perhaps. âI want to ride the horsey!â
Fern is exasperated. âDarling, the Gymnasium is closed, no one is allowed to use it any more tonight. But I promise youâll be able to go back tomorrowââ
âNo!â Draco shrieks. âNow! Right now!â
Fern finally manages to slip off one of his shoes, and faster than anyone can stop him, Draco draws back his hand and slaps her across the face, open palm, a sharp crack in the air, and of course heâs too young and too weak to do anything but stun her, but he wonât be four years old forever.
One day heâll be able to hurt people. Heâll be able to break them, bruise them, ruin their lives.
âNo!â you shout, then bolt to Draco and drop to the floor to hold him by his frail little shoulders, firm yet careful not to harm him, no scratches, no bruises, no pools of trapped blood that will ache with violent memory. âYou never do that! You donât hurt people! You donât hit women!â
âMam?â Draco whimpers, his lips quivering and tears shimmering in his eyes; and he almost never calls you that, he almost never acknowledges you as his mother at all. But he knows, he must, this proves it. âIâm sorryâŚI wonât do it againâŚplease donât yell at meâŚâ
Immediately remorseful, you embrace him, and Draco clings to you as he sobs. Fern is watching you with huge, frightened eyes; then they flick to someone standing behind you.
Rush grabs you by both arms and wrenches you away. You yelp in shock and pain; Dagmar swoops in to take Draco and vanishes into his bedroom, glaring at you over her shoulder, frigid lethal fury. Fern is covering her mouth with her hands so she wonât scream.
Rush hurls you to the carpet and backs away. When you look up, Daemon is standing in the doorway of your bedroom, orange dusk-like light spilling out from behind him.
âCome here,â Daemon says, beckoning you with his right hand.
You are terrified; you are shaking. âNo.â
âThe longer you wait, the worse it will be.â
âNo,â you say again. You glance at Fern, but she canât help you; she turns away, stifling a cry with her palms. The room is spinning, your thoughts are slow, your skull aches with rhythmic pulses like blows from a hammer. You peer up at Rush, blinking blearily. âDo you like working for a man who beats his wife?â
Rush doesnât reply; his face is grave but otherwise unreadable. Fern curls up on the floor, shaking her head. The taxidermied tiger head roars silently from above the crackling fireplace.
Daemon says from the doorway: âDear, Iâm losing my patience.â
Thereâs nowhere else to go. You crawl towards him, then at the halfway point stagger to your feet. Daemons steps aside so you can cross through the threshold. He closes the door and locks it. You stare at him, swaying a bit, your hands hovering in front of you. Youâre trying to figure out where heâs going to hit you, but heâs good at not letting on, and youâre drunk. You guess stomach, but itâs your face, just like Draco struck Fern; his open palm sets your cheek on fire and rocks your head back. You lunge for him, fingers clawing and knuckles jabbing at his ribs. Sometimes you fight back and sometimes you donâtâoccasionally he finds it endearing and leaves you alone, more often it exacerbates the situationâbut tonight you are overwhelmed with wrath for this man who has taken everything from you, your home, your parents, your son, your future.
You shove Daemon into his writing desk, then he pins you to the wall, slides open a drawer of the desk with his free hand, pulls out his gemstone-studded dagger and lays the blade against your windpipe. And you scream, because for all his roughness and his threats Daemon has never done this before. No one appears to rescue you; no one would dare.
âYou will not correct Draco,â Daemon says. âHe is my son, and I will deal with him.â
You seethe, teeth bared: âI donât want him to be like you.â
âThink about it, dear,â Daemon hisses, the blade cold against your throat. You can feel it stinging, a thin slice like a papercut youâll have to cover with makeup tomorrow. âWeâre on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. If you were to take a tumble over the railing, who could say if it was an accident or a suicide or a crime of opportunity committed by some third-class scoundrel? There would be nothing to investigate. You would be gone, and that would be the end of it. Draco is past the fragile years of infancy, he is healthy and he is fierce. Your fatherâs quarry is already under the control of my managers. What do I need you for now? Why the fuck would I tolerate any further obstinance from you? Your usefulness has come and gone. You stand on the thinnest of ice. One wrong step, and youâll find it splintering beneath your feet.â
He lifts the dagger away and strides out of the bedroom. You stand there in the tawny lamplight like a sunset, trembling all over, gasping for air, your hands flying up to your neck. When you check your fingers, they are sticky and copper-smelling with a small amount of blood.
He could have killed me. I think he wanted to.
There is a tall oval mirror by the bed, its frame gilded and glowing in the ochre lamplight. You stare at yourself, tears flooding down your cheeks, a gold dress worth more than you are. Everything you own is Daemonâs. That will be true for as long as he lives.
You flee out onto the small private deck attached to your rooms, through the back exit, and into the labyrinthian hallways of B-Deck. You run towards the stern of the ship, dodging stewards who ask if you need assistance and men sauntering back from the First-Class Smoking Room after dinner, puffing on their pipes and their cigars, nursing stout glasses of brandy to keep them warm. When you break out into the open air, it is bitterly cold. The ocean is a vast lightless void; you could mistake it for nothingness if it wasnât for the thunderous rumble and salt spray of the waves. Your gleaming gold dress billows around you as you sprint to the metal railing that encloses the stern, grip the top rung with shaking hands, stare down into the roiling depths churned by the propellers.
Where can I go? Thereâs nowhere to go. Thereâs nowhere else to run to.
âHey,â the viola player says; you recognize his voice immediately.
You turn away, not wanting him to see the swelling on your face, the traces of blood at your throat. You are heartbroken, you are humiliated. You agreed to marry a man and now heâs ruined your life. You wrap your bare arms around yourself and sniffle, shivering, swiping tears from your eyes.
After a while, the viola player says cautiously, realizing you arenât in the mood for disclosures: âItâs cold tonight.â
âObviously.â
He takes off his black wool coat, presumably stolen like the suit he wears underneath, and offers it to you. âI have more layers on.â
âI donât want you to be cold.â
âPlease shut up and take the coat, okay?â You accept it and put it on, and instantly you begin to feel better. The viola player asks gently: âDoes he hit you?â
You shrug, petulant like a child. âSometimes I hit him back.â
The viola player sighs, but heâs not just disappointed; heâs saddened, heâs pained. âLook, I know what itâs like to get knocked around. Thatâs why I left home.â
You remember what he told you when you first realized heâd followed you onto Titanic: I have family in New York City. I left home and havenât been back in years, and I think nowâs a good time for a visit. âWhy would you ever want to see them again?â
âThings are different now. Iâm older, Iâm not afraid to walk out and be on my own, Iâm confident that I can advocate for myself better than before. And they arenât all bad. I haveâŚâ He hesitates. âI have two brothers and a sister in New York, and I miss them.â
âWhat are their names?â
âUm,â he stops to think. Clearly heâs making them up. âArnold, Henrietta, and Dean.â
âDo you actually have siblings or is this some sort of metaphor?â
He laughs. âNo, theyâre real. The names might not be, but the people are. Want to see your painting?â
âYou were serious?â
He carefully pulls it out of the brown leather portfolio heâs carrying under one arm. And if itâs supposed to be you, heâs failed, but still the image is mesmerizing: a young womanâtoo beautiful, far too beautifulâglancing over at him from where she was pondering the waves under a clear midday sky, her hair in disarray from the wind and her eyes fearful, an oil-paint snapshot of desperation, defenselessness, wonder, hope.
âItâs very nice,â you say at last. âBut I donât look like that.â
âYeah you do.â
You examine the bottom right corner of the painting to see what heâs named you. You skim your thumbprint feather-lightly over black cursive letters, drawn with the smallest of brushes. âPetra,â you murmur.
The viola player says self-consciously, as if hoping youâll approve: âItâs Greek for rock.â
You smile faintly. âI know what it means.â
âOh, fancy rock lady took Greek lessons in school.â
âOf course I did.âGreek, Latin, French, Irish Gaelic. You muse softly, still studying the painting: âPetra and Picasso.â
You donât have to look at him; you can hear the grin in his voice. âGuess weâre friends now, huh?â
âIâve never had a poor friend before.â
âWell, firstly, you canât call me your poor friend. Thatâs offensive.â
With great unwillingness, you surrender the painting and give it back to the viola player. âI canât keep this. Iâm sorry, I want to. But Daemon might find it.â And then heâll push me overboard and Iâll be dinner for the sharks.
He tucks the painting safely into his portfolio. âIâll hold onto it for now.â
âForever, you mean.â
âYou might not always have to worry about Daemon.â
You share a dark, horrible truth: âIâll never be free of him.â
âWeâll see,â the viola player replies, undaunted.
Weâll see.
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Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then youâll have to check the whole post if itâs answered here, if itâs not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~
Anonimo ha chiesto: sometimes when im bored i just go to your profile to position your pfp to siffrin's hands so it looks like they're holding you
I feel threatened bc if Siffrin would know what I'm making them pass through with the next comic updates he would crush me insteantly with a fist.
Anonimo ha chiesto: Damn Siffrin is dying and no one will ever remember them. đ Oh Loo~ooop!
Loop coming to save the day even tough they aren't paid enough for this shit
Anonimo Siffrin isn't aware of the hole in the wall you can go through for those two statues without having to get pelted by rocks smh my head. (said jokingly) ((Love your comic btw!! Thank you for this AU, I love it))
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YOU CAN GO THROUGH A WALL TO GET THEM WITHOUT RUNNING FOR YOUR LIFE?????
Anonimo My reaction to this chapter of ISAT COTL CROSSOVER AU (10/9/2024) GO BBG YOU GOT THIS IN THE BAG!! OH YOU DO NOT GOT THIS IN THE BAG.. oh now you're out of the bag oh god ruh roh
Oh yeah he does NOT have this.
Anonimo pst hey hey are you gonna pose the statues, it would be funny i swear totally not more heartbreaking for siffr- WAIT HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO THE FACT YOU CAN BARELY SAVE ALL OF THE STATUES WHEN YOU REACH THE FOREVER STORM PART-
he has enough memories that he should recover a good amount of statues. It's not a matter of wheter or not he can save everyone, but mostly themself....
Anonimo ha chiesto: Hey so I cannot believe I am so late to see your ISAT and Sky AU because I love!! Both of them!! So much!! And I just wanted to thank you for making it and sharing it with us because itâs really cool! And both fandoms need more attention imo <333 @ucorpwhalingyaoi ha chiesto: I know NOTHING about cotl but my god your isat au of it has made me want to play it so bad đ (very /posâŚ) @primrosechronicles ha chiesto: HEYYYY ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE SENT AN ASK!! Ive been silently reading the isat comic since my last ask and im very very proud of you for making this far!!! mwahh!!! Thank you for inspiring me to play sky again, cuz if not i wouldn't have able to meet my sky friends Anonimo ha chiesto: first of all, I came here from the shadowpeach au but your comics dragged my ass to the ISAT fandom second of all, HOW DARE YOU PLAYED WITH MY HAPPINESS LIKE THAT (love your art and story telling, I wanna eat it like a fancy dinner) @prince0fghosty ha chiesto: It's been hard for me to find Sky: Children of the Light content anywhere! I found you through a friend and not only are you interested in Sky but also Lego Monkie Kid this is truly the best day ever!!! I got back into the game because of you. I like to help moths out in Eden @phoenix-is-here ha chiesto: You are the person who introduced me to the ISAT fandom and I gotta say thank you for that. That's one of the best games I've ever played and I would have never known about it without stumbling onto your account first (because of a strong hyperfixation on a show about monkeys ofc) so.. Accept this virtual cookie and glass of milk as a gift : đŞ Anonimo ha chiesto: I followed for the shadowpeach, stayed for Sky CotL, keep cookin
HIII!!! AND TYSM!!!!!
@elianaroselight ha chiesto: This feels a little silly, but what is ISAT? I read through your ISAT Sky AU comic and I feel like I am missing half of the story. I love what I'm seeing so far and want more, but I also don't know or completely understand who the characters are and why I should care about them (more than I do already at least). Sorry if this is silly. I just want to understand.
ISAT is short for "In Stars And Time". It's an RPG game made by @insertdisc5. ABsolutely go check it out otherwise you wont understand a thing about the characters of the AU!
when i was reading the most recent page of the In Skies and Timeâ˘ď¸ comic I had the most hilarious image in my head of just a bunch of sky kids smacking down on the same area and making this. sky kid pileup????? [since it seems liek theyre all gonna come back like that..] it was super funny to imagine 30 CAR PILEUP đĽđĽđĽ
AWWW SKY KID MOUNTAIN!! Lol probably it would happen? Like when you do Eden just after reset and when you get reborn there's like 7 other players clipped in you rebirth animation in the aviary /home space
Anonimo ha chiesto: Awwwww Bonnie was so excited đ˘
poor Bonnie they will get their comfort moment eventually
@sohrleas ha chiesto: YOU YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I got Sky 'cause I saw your isat sky au and got super curious about the game Your art is beautiful and I love it đđđ
LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!
Anonimo ha chiesto: HOPEFUL STEWARD WOOOOO-
IT'S MY BOY!!
@o0mochacoffee0o This isnât related to you Bio dad AU Like my usuals- I just saw in your abut that you like CotL! Now you share two of my interests!! Iâm curious to know your favorite parts of the game, if you have any ships, head canons, etc!! I always love listening to peopleâs opinions on things I love!
About Scotl? I don't have any specific headcanon, but I do ship Moments Guide and Reassuring Ranges. The only thing that I crave for that game is MORE LORE GODDAMN IT
Anonimo ha chiesto: When I said the fun was dying. I did not expected this. I'M SCREAMING AND PUNCHING THE BED NOOOOOOOOOOOO SIFFF
*sips coffee* welcome to hell (literally)
Anonimo ha chiesto: "is that thing a sadness?!" sweet summer child that thing is a menace of death
It absolutely is
Anonimo ha chiesto: Poor Siffrinâs gotta be absolutely TERRIFIED Big scary beast thing spotted them AND suddenly getting bathed in the color they associate with bad stuff? I canât imagine anyone who wouldnât be quaking in their boots.
He is in desperate need of comfort that wont come in like- a irl month I think
Anonimo ha chiesto: I know you wonât be doing the golden wastelands but⌠Once the party discovers that the groundwater has the same effect as the forest rain, Isabeau decides to bridal carry Siffrin the whole way. Leaving Siffrin a blushy mess. Also, almost if not everyone is scared shitless of the Dark Dragons/Krill (totally not projecting)
ooooohh that is soooo cute i'm dying!!!!!
Anonimo ha chiesto: THE FAKE ACT 4 LOOKING SMILE . THE ACT 5 EDEN MOMENT. THE PARTY BEING SENT BACK . DIES "oh yeah if I still have energy I can loop back" â me when I'm lying
@starlight-and-clockwork ha chiesto: bawling and kicking and screaming and pulling my hair out THAT PANEL OF SIFFRIN ASKING HIS FAMILY TO REMEMBER HIM WILL HAUNT ME FOREVER YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND CAUSE ME MUCH PAIN THANK U<3
@aro-aces-world ha chiesto: I just caught up with ISAT sky au Fuck you /affectionate
Thank you! Be ready to be even more destroyed by the following updates!
@cherryblossomventi ha chiesto: Iâm gonna go feral, Sif did that because he knows he can kinda come back from this with the shooting star thing Im guessing but the others cant/might not because they arenât from this land,,, oh buddy why didnât you tell them stop being cryptic idiot
Sif doesn't really remember that he can be reborn like in Sky. He knows only that, if he can reach the light right at the base of the cataclysm, then maybe he can return as well.
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Okay but >.> continuing my Marvel thoughts?
I got two of um?
First being? Don't Orange and Green go together? *looks it up* Aaaaaay~ "Direct harmony, also known as complementary colors, means pairing your key color with the color sitting on the opposite side of the color wheel." They DO!!! They're a classic example, in fact!
The Orange Soul Stone? Probably looks REAL good, real NATURAL even, against that Green sky! Bet it REALLY pops! Very stand out statement piece, you know? But? More importantly? That thing is sentient. All of those Pillars of Reality across the various Verses are.
And?
I bet it thought Pariah was a lil bitch.
Rank Vibes. Negative ris. Pick your words for it, the man was NASTY. He was too keep his filthy, filthy World's Conquering hands OFF of this Soul Stone. Something, I imagine? That ALL the Soul Stones agreed with.
Yes, I said all of um.
Because the various Realities each need their own. But! They can and DO work from the Zone, which is the PERFECT place to hide. And honestly? They like to get together and do this thing? Where they're all "oooh~ look at US! We are SUPER IMPRESSIVE Kingly Jewelry~â! Definitely no important reality bending Rocks Of Great Power HERE! No SIR! We're just tooootally rad jeeeeewelryyyyy~~~â! Oooooooh~â"
They like to have fun. :3
Hope Danny likes Orange. Ha ha... trick question. He doesn't have a CHOICE! All SORTS of Death based Reality Pillars are rocking up, in their metaphorical Gucci sweat suits and shades with a margarita, going "oh thank ME, babe. The last guy was AWFUL! You're soooo much better? Now let me rub myself all over you. It's been ages and baby needs to recharge on Death Energy."
Danny hates it? So? So much?
He looks like a GAUDY PIRATE. *nnnnnnyooom!* *THWAP!* *Another reality shaking, highly sacred, Godly Staff of Death or whatever they decided to call it, flys in through a nearby window and nearly concusses him as it smacks itself against his upper back and sticks there*
He looks like a walking junk heap of sacred artifacts.
You ever been pelted by rocks? He has! Little orange rocks! Like fucked up hail! Welcome to kinghood, Danny, have a CONCUSSION! D:< he hates it!
But... but, I mean... At Least It's Not The SWORDS. (Panicked scream of "hit the deck!" from the other room.) (Holy sword number 15 wants to CUDDLE! Bare blade first! Dodge, your Majesty! DODGE!)
So yeah.
Danny? In A MOOD. Not feeling particularly FRIENDLY. It's not anyone's fault, really. But... well... you can't exactly negotiate with these fuckers, you know? Rocks are by NATURE, kinda stubborn.
So he's sitting there. Buried. With what he's pretty sure is a sacred text digging into his side. When a... glowing? Mist? Shows up? Huh. That's new. They don't seem to have a very clear image of "Self". Yet it's crystal clear? Just not... PHYSICAL? It's more... code? He thinks?
TECHNUS! Get over here! And behave!
There is much cooing and delight from Technus. The baby is a marvel. A wonder! Danny waits patiently for Technus to get to the point.
Ah.
He would like to "go back". His Obsession is demanding it.
IS it now? You're what? Maybe a day or so dead? You've been busy, if you've already gathered enough information to make your case like this. Alright, let's hear it, little guy.
It boils down to this. His obsession in death is the same as his primary directive was in life. Protect Mr Stark. Which is especially difficult to do from HERE. Even MORE so when there is a known threat, coming too...
WAIT, WHAT!?
The Souls Stones back him up. Oh yeah. Thanos' a lil bitchbaby loser. He's trying to make Death fall in love with him. Or "balance the universe". Depends on the reality. Totally throwing EVERYTHING out of whack.
And? Look. Danny's job? Isn't to interfere if countries kill each other. Or even planets. Nor entire galaxies, as much as he'd like too. But when you get too "I'm messing with Entire Realities or all of a Singular Reality at once in the specific depart of Death and its subsidiaries" territory? THAT is his job.
Might not be a "I personally have to show up" issue. But it still IS very much his job at that point. He has to delegate. Order the appropriate steps be taken. Cause yeah, there may be countless millions every day of such instances? But it IS his job to metaphorically order the roads repaired and the building inspected.
Sudden MASS "immigration"?
That causes Lair disputes. Confusion. Too many ghosts in too small an area. And WORSE, if people start playing with Death Pillars? The Zone might get dragged into whatever nonsense they're up too! It's like children playing with heavy machinery! Put that DOWN! Cease! Desist!!
And then? Clockwork shows up looking Mildly Miffed(TM). O:> dear lord. What madness has he stumbled upon? Oh. Oh of COURSE. First the "balancing" dude and now they're going to be playing with time travel. THATS IT. Someone unburying me!
I'm gonna go menace some humans that might actually believe I'm scary! Frighty! Pack up and shine your armor! Your coming too! We're escorting the baby home then have a Talk(tm) with the local Grape Ceral!
@hypewinter @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe @hdgnj
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k. bakugou x reader
warnings: medieval au, angst with a somewhat happy ending, childhood friends to lovers (with some hiccups in between), brief mentions of death, morbid jokes, outdoor sex, p in v, fem-bodied reader, bkg calls you his âwomanâ once
word count: 3k
notes: tbh i do not know where this came from. i had a very vague idea and ran with it, and here we are. hopefully everyone can enjoy it! (Â´Í áľ `Í ďź
Youâve been traveling for so damn long, legs sore from the never ending trek, heels blistered from the rub of your boots, face chafed from the dry winds.
It could be worse, you suppose. The elements could be harsher. Youâre lucky that itâs springtime and youâre not stuck in the dead of summer or winter. Plus, your company is better than most. Itâs quiet between the two of you, as it has been for the last couple of years, but thereâs no bickering, just a few snide comments borne of exhaustion. Truthfully, both of you are too tired to argue like you used to.
Suddenly, a rough hand shoots out to stop you in your tracks, and you look at Katsuki in alarm.
âWha-â
âAre you seeing what Iâm seeing?â
His crimson eyes are fixed on something on the horizon. Itâs nothing more than a glimmer to you, but if you squintâŚ
âIs thatâŚâ
âWater.â
A river from the looks of it, beckoning you with open arms.
The two of you take off at a run (or the closest your aching bodies will allow), stumbling over dirt and grass until youâre at the edge of the glimmering stream. It babbles at you happily, splashing over rocks and caressing the earth around it.
âIâve never seen anything so beautiful,â you half-joke. It is magnificent, but it still somehow pales in comparison to the man next to you whoâs ripping his boots off. Not even this water could quench the craving you have for him.
âGonna feel even better,â Katsuki mutters, glancing over at you then urging, âwhat, you shy? Take your clothes off nâ get in.â
Your cheeks heat at the demand but you end up doing just that. You havenât bathed in god knows how long. The only water you had before was strictly for drinking no matter how much you had wanted to pour some over your head at times.
Like Katsuki, you pull your boots off first then shrug out of your outer layer of leather hide. Riding pants then your tunic. You hesitate at your undergarments, eyes darting to Katsukiâs already nude form as he drops to the ground and dips his legs in the river. His broad shoulders sag in relief, the wide expanse of his back exposed to the sunlight and glistening gold under the heat. You miss touching it, tracing over every pale scar, counting the stray freckles that dot his spine and ribsâŚ
âDonât be so awkward about it.â His voice snaps you out of your daydream. âNothinâ I ainât seen before.â
Heâs right. Itâs been a long time, but still. Youâve seen every inch of one another in the past, patching up training wounds then brushing lips over them.
âDonât be so pushy,â you mumble, finally pushing your underwear down and taking off the wrap around your chest. Taking a deep, unencumbered breath, you let a small smile creep onto your face. The wind feels nice for once, cooling your skin thatâs been sticky with sweat for what feels like forever.
Katsuki is standing now, up to his hips in the water, and holds a hand out for you. He doesnât bother averting his eyes, only ever having been a gentleman when itâs suited him and apparently this is not one of those times.
Itâs chilly at first, but after submerging your whole body, wetting your hair, the temperature is more than pleasant.
âGods, that feels good,â you groan, scratching your nails over your dripping arms to scrub away as much grime as you can.
Katsuki dunks his head under, shakes his hair like a dog when he straightens up and pelts you in the face with stray drops. You splash him in return and initiate a small war, both of you now in a rare giddy mood despite your terrible circumstances.
The village was the only place youâd known. You spent your days like most of the other kids, tending to the land and training. It didnât matter if you were a boy or a girl or whose house you came from. Everyone had to learn to fight, to brandish sword and shield and be ready to raise both in the event of a raid.
In the end that training hadnât helped. Whatâs a few blades against a mountain of fire? How can a shield defend a burning corpse?
When all was lostâyour mother, father, and the tiny shack you called home, you were ready to give up. Flames licked at your face, and smoke filled your lungs, but a familiar hand tugged you up from your knees and pulled, dragging you as he ran.
Out of the entire village, you and Katsuki are the only survivors.
Youâve thought about the event since your journey to the kingdom began, but in this moment, as the two of you fling water at each other, you donât think about it at all. All you see is Katsukiâs sharp smile, the little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the lightheartedness displayed on his face.
Even when you were kids Katsuki was a little severe. He was loud and abrasive and always scowling. Most of the other children were scared of him, but you never were. Where others saw rabid animal you saw a lonely boy who needed a friend, and you were more than happy to be that friend.
You were just training buddies at first and then your families began sharing meals, trading eggs for milk, splitting chores. Other families in the village had been doing the same for ages, but it had taken meeting Katsuki and his parents for yours to make the same connection.
Swapping meals turned to swapping stories, playing pretend, exploring the tall grasses and woods, and when both of you grew older it all progressed into something much more. Kisses under the moonlight, wildflowers at your window, nervous hands brushing over bare bodies.
Your parents knew and didnât mind. The assumption was that you and Katsuki would start a family of your own, raise your own strong, passionate children.
Katsuki had other plans, though. A secret he had kept for years.
Youâre going to leave me to fight for a king that doesn't care about us? Who keeps us pressed into the dirt with the toe of his boot?
Iâm trying to make sure youâre okay! That everyoneâll be taken care of!
Everyone is fine here! We have land we can farm! We have stock to eat and water to drink!
Howâs that enough for you?!
Your voices were raised, echoing through the trees that usually hid your late night escapades. Now they hid the end of them.
There was a town nearby. Small but bigger than the village. It had stone streets and places to shop, shelter that would actually keep you dry during storms and warm during winter. If Katsuki became a soldier, heâd be able to move you and his family there.
His family but not yours.
It simply wasnât an option. You couldnât leave them behind, and you were appalled that Katsuki would even suggest it. So that was it. That was your last real conversation. Everything else was about milk or eggs or crops. There was nothing left to say. Even when months passed and Katsuki didnât leave the village you had no words for him, afraid to get reattached only to lose him.
Now, though, in the cleansing waters, it feels like you have everything to say, words that have been stuck in your throat since he pulled you from the cinders of your ruined village.
You watch him from the corner of your eye as he rubs his palms down his chest, nails reddening the muscles of his abdomen then scratching at the trail of hair that travels from his belly button to the water.
âEnjoying the view?â he chuckles, laugh growing when you whip your head away from him. âSâokay. Iâm lookinâ too.â
That only makes you turn all the way around, crossing your arms over your breasts as the place between your legs begins to throb. Heâs looking at you like that? After everything?
You take a shuddering breath, squeeze your eyes shut tight when you feel him touch your hip.
âDonât.â
His thick fingers curl around the curved bone.
âKatâŚâ
âWhy?â His voice is low, right behind you so that you feel the question on the nape of your neck.
âBecause,â you sigh, âI donât want you to just because you donât have any other options. Just because itâs only us.â
âThatâs not what Iâm asking.â
His other hand is on you now, both reaching around your waist to lock right above your pelvis.
âWhyâd you stop talkinâ to me? Why didnât we ever make up?â
âWhy didnât you ever leave?â you counter.
He goes rigid, arms tightening around you. âDidnât want to.â Then, much quieter, âdidnât wanna leave you.â
The words hit you right in the chest, ricocheting in your ribcage. You wiggle to turn in his grasp, eyes wide as they stare into his.
âWhy didnât you just tell me that?â
Katsuki frowns. One of those deep frowns. âYou wouldnât give me time of day! Any time you saw me youâd turn around. Could barely fuckinâ look at me.â
âCan you blame me?â You pull yourself out of his arms. âYou wanted me to leave my parents behind. You wanted me to leave everything behind!â
âI wanted you to be taken care of! I wanted to take care of you!
You scoff. âI can take care of myself, Katsuki.â
âI know you can, but so can I. And I should,â he rasps. He looks more emotional than youâve ever seen him, hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming into his pleading eyes. âI should be your husband by now.â
Your brain shuts down momentarily, unsure if you actually heard what he just said. He still wants to marry you?
âOf course I still wanna marry you!â Must have said that out loud. âI still wanna do everything with you. Iâd walk through hell if I got to do it with you.â
Donât cry. Do not cry. Do not show that youâve been waiting to hear those words since that last fight.
He wipes a tear from under your eye with a calloused thumb, expression softening.
âWell,â you clear your throat, âI guess youâre in luck since weâre going through hell right now. Burnt village. Dead familiesâŚâ
âProbably gonna get thrown in the dungeons when we get to the palace,â he adds casually. âKing doesnât take too kindly to outsiders.â
âWill you still think Iâm pretty when rats start nibbling on my toes?â Itâs dark to joke about. But life has not been kind to you as of late, and even in the midst of all of your fear and grief, youâre finally able to crack a smile (sad as it may be), and your stomach flips the way it used to.
âIâll still think youâre pretty when they eat your face,â he tells you, caressing your cheek. Itâs so sincere that it makes you laugh.
âThatâs absurd.â
âWhatâs absurd is that I havenât kissed you in a god damn eternity.â
You nearly tackle him into the water, arms around his neck as he catches you with a small âoofâ, and even though the entire top half of your body is exposed to the air, it still feels like youâre entirely submerged. Drowning in Katsuki without want for oxygen.
His lips are chapped just like yours, yet theyâre the softest thing youâve ever felt. Gentle even with hungry teeth, tender even with his greedy tongue.
The water, once cool, feels boiling, like your bodies are giving off steam. His hands grab at your ass, fingertips digging into the fat of it before he lifts you to set you on the riverbank.
You immediately lock your legs around him, like youâre scared of him suddenly disappearing, but Katsuki attaches himself to you in the form of his mouth on your skin, nipping down your neck, sucking bruises down your shoulder and collarbone.
Frantic fingers find their way between your legs, grazing the inside of your thighs before softly brushing your sensitive folds.
âMissed you so much,â Katsuki grumbles, lowering himself in order to take one of your nipples into his mouth.
You hold his head tightly, pulling him further into you. âI missed you too, Kat. So much.â
The first finger sinks into your heat, making you whimper in satisfaction. Katsuki continues to suck on your hardened bud, swirling his tongue around it to distract you from the stretch of his second finger and the slight burn that comes with it.
âFuck,â you gasp.
âI know, I know, I got you.â He uses a thumb to massage your clit, your legs trembling as your body begins to open up for him. âCanât wait to feel your cunt again.â
âIâm ready,â you tell him. âI want you, pleaseâŚâ
âNot yet, sweetheart. I want you drippingâ before I give you my cock.â
You whine, thighs flexing around his waist. You arenât giving him much room to work with, but you canât stand the thought of letting him go. His hand is pressed tightly against you, fingers so deep in your pussy as he pumps and curls them. He finds your spot as if he had just touched you yesterday, always so good at reading you, and kisses your throat when you throw your head back.
He abuses the spongy tissue until youâre leaking into the water below, moaning his name and pulling his hair.
âPlease, please, need you, Kat.â
He chuckles, an almost condescending, âshh shh, baby. Itâs okay.â
He lines himself up and pushes in slowlyâso slowlyâhis thick cock spreading your gummy walls. He feels impossibly large after so long apart, his tip alone stretching your entrance thin so that you scrunch your eyes shut.
âFeel so good already,â Katsuki groans. He pushes his hips forward, and even through the burn your body sucks him in further, begging for more.
âTakinâ me so well, fuckâŚâ
Once heâs bottomed out, Katsuki stays still for several seconds, and your cunt clenches around him automatically, still trying to adjust to his size.
A slow rhythm to start, steady thrusts that drag along your walls and gently slide over your most sensitive spot. Moans stay caught in your throat, mouth open, and you know that as soon as you start making noise you wonât be able to stop.
Katsuki begins moving his hips faster, making the water splash around you on the bank. The chill of it is a stark contrast from the heat of Katsukiâs body and the affectionate burn in your chest.
His strong hands wrap around your head, holding you as he kisses you fiercely. His rhythm stutters, but his lips move against yours perfectly, forming the words, âI love you,â so desperately that it makes you ache. âI love you, I love you. I never stopped.â
âI love you too,â you breathe heavily into him, muscles tightening with every pointed thrust. Your sticky slickness drips out of you, making the slide of his cock effortless. He feels so good, so deep inside you the way heâs supposed to be. Always supposed to be.
âSqueezinâ me so sweet,â he croons, jaw dropping open as he loses himself in sensation. âAlways so sweet to meâŚâ
The feeling of his fingers on your clit again is enough to send you over the edge, your nails digging semi-circles into his back as you cry his name loud enough to echo in the emptiness around you.
The rhythmic pulsing of your orgasm milks the cum from Katsukiâs cock, the warmth of it coating your insides, filling you to the brim. He gasps with every thick string he shoots into you until heâs finally dry.
You let him rest his head on your shoulder for some time, giving you both a chance to catch your breath before you pull him out of the water and topple over into the grass.
The sun is setting, the sky painted orange and pink in the afterglow of yet another day. You admire the way it shines over the treetops, the rays of it bathing you in such a comforting way. Everything will be okay, you think. We can survive as long as weâre together.
âGuess I should go find us some food,â Katsuki eventually muses, adding a smirking, âgotta make sure my woman stays fed.â
You roll your eyes and give him a light shove. âYour woman can feed herself, thank you very much.â
âDonât I know it,â he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. âNever seen you so cock-hungry.â
âOh my gods, Katsuki!â
âIâm just sayinâ!â he laughs. More like cackles.
Your glare holds no weight, but you still suck your teeth at him and mumble, âthink Iâd prefer the rats over this.â
âWonât be nearly as filling asââ
You cut him off by rolling on top of him and covering his mouth with yours. âStop talking.â
He hums, settling his hands on the small of your back. âOnly if you keep doinâ this.â
âI will if you keep your promise to marry me.â
âSecond I can, I will.â
2023Šď¸shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize, alter, or repost my work to any other platforms.
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Sweets (Predator x Reader)
You're sick and want a simple request
During the heat of the summer season, a woman sees out into her field, no wind was blowing, it was a perfect summers day. She sat upon her chair, and rocked back and forth, waiting for her sons to return from schooling at the school house.
But to her surprise, she watched her plot of strawberries start to move, no wind present. Thinking a pest was rummaging around, she grabbed her bat and began to walk towards her patch of sweet berries.
Once she was close enough, her eyes must have been playing tricks on her, as it seemed they were being ripped by the bunches, floating through the air, and disappearing.
In her fear, her heart caused her to move without thinking, and she swung her bat in the area where the strawberries seemed to move, it did not budge, and the bat seemed to stop in the air, but it definitely hit something.
The object the bat had hit, it began to sparkle, as if revealing a picture, one by one, little sections glowed and dimmed, eventually revealing a monster.
Over 7 feet tall, his long dreads down by his side, a mask covering his face, with a metal she had never seen before.
Falling to the ground in horror, she screamed and proceeded to run into her house, most likely to get her gun. But when she returned, it was gone, alone with a whole bush out strawberries ripped found the ground.
Word spread around town that a beast had stolen a bush of berries from the ladies farm, and many went out to find this beast, none were able to track down his location. They did find the bush however, plucked clean of its berries.
Giving up on the hunt, they all went home, as did the beast.
Now the beast was as strong as a bear, most likely stronger, but he had a soft spot. As he approached his cave den, dropping his spear weapon, and any other sharp objects, he continued deeper to his nest.
In his nest of pelts and furs, laid a human, you, red with fever, sweaty from fighting it, and even weaker than ever. He squatted down low, hovering above your frame. Taking his long finger, and tracing the curve of your chin, trying to get your attention.
Opening your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of your mate, you wanted to sit up and hug him, but you felt so heavy, so hot, you didn't dare move.
He understood your sickness, and was trying to make you feel better, reaching to his side, a leather bag was tied to him. Untying the knot at the top, he reached his hand in and pulled out a plump red strawberry.
You began to smile, he had remembered your favorite fruit, and went to town to get them for you. You didn't dare ask how he got them, or if anyone else saw him get them, you didn't want to think very hard, as he clicked, signaling you to open your mouth, and as you did, he placed the cold juicy fruit onto your tongue, allowing you to take a bite.
The sweetness of the fruit made you feel better, as many things you had to eat now were meant to keep your strength up, you were happy for a small treat from him.
"T-thank you...", you mumbled weakly, as he sat in the nest next to you, placing his arm around you and sitting you up on him
Taking small bites, he fed you the entire bag, along with giving you water, and necessary cuddles, he waited on you to feel better.
He wouldn't care if anyone saw him anyway, as you were his main priority.
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The Guru
Happy 2024 everyone and welcome to the first time I managed to type 2024 without first typing 2023! Oh and also a write up of The Guru. That too.
Me too Iroh. Me too.
So Zuko is riding high on that post-crisis 'time to get my life together' buzz that, similar to 3 am life plans, should absolutely not be listened to. Wonder how long before he crashes and burns? There's literally 2 episodes left, so I'm guessing one and a half?
Poor Sokka. My boy's got anxiety.
I don't know if it's a monk thing, an airbender thing, an Avatar thing, or an Aang thing, but I envy his complete lack of nerves.
How is Appa ok with them splitting up for a week after JUST getting them back?
I paused in a funny place. Have bonk-eyed Appa.
I love them comparing heights. What do you want to bet that that guy on the right was one of the youngest allowed to go fight, and Sokka made a big deal about how they're almost the same age and surely that means he can go too, right?
A lot of these Southern Water Tribe people have dreads or braids. That's neat.
Bato's arm is still messed up. That's some good continuity.
I've found the source of Katara's cheek bones. I guess Sokka takes after his mum.
Ok I know this is a really emotional moment (and it is! Sokka's spent two seasons earning this!) but my brain fixated on the furs and briefly thought they were sky bison pelts.
"It's been a difficult week for me." This guy thinks the Kyoshi Warriors are there to provide him therapy. Someone please just crown the bear instead.
He just gave away literally every relevant plot point AND outlined how to make sure all these plot points don't succeed. Crown. The. Bear.
Maybe if these generals spent less time playing with their giant model Earth Kingdom and more time general-ing, the war wouldn't suck so much?
Pretty.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE the designs, the colour palette, the music, the sound design of this air temple. I love everything about it. If I had the chance to live anywhere in the Avatar universe, it would be here. Even in its ruined state it's such a refreshing contrast to the claustrophobia of Ba Sing Se. I can feel the freshness of the breeze through the screen.
"A spiritual brother of your people" an adult perspective on a near extinct culture! What a resource!
"and a personal friend of Monk Gyatso" an old as balls perspective. He's got to be at least 130.
Anthropology cul de sac time: this guy is so valuable as a resource on the Air Nomads. There's probably parts of Air Nomad culture that Aang can't ever accurately talk about, because he was a kid when he left, and there was almost certainly stuff that the adults kept to themselves, or only shared with the older Air Nomads. This Guru doesn't seem to be an Air Nomad himself, but there's a good chance that there is knowledge that he has, that Aang doesn't. Aang should be nerding out more about this. I'll do the nerding out for him.
Aang just breezes right by that Gyatso name drop like it's nothing. Huh.
Oh hey Toph. I'd forgotten she was in a box. Tweedle dum and Tweedle dumber really are quite the pair. What's their plan for keeping her fed and watered? Actually, these guys apparently don't know that maps exist, so it's probably never occurred to them that humans need sustenance. They'll rock up to the Bei Fong estate with corpse Toph and wonder why they aren't getting the reward money.
Mai gets called out in-universe for shopping at Hot Topic.
Ty Lee's buttering up of Azula is getting less and less subtle as the season progresses. It's a testament to Azula's lack of awareness that she's hasn't noticed that, and that Ty Lee can get away with it.
Azula's right that it's an extraordinary opportunity. The King gave them quite literally every piece of info required to overthrow his kingdom in a 25 second conversation. I can't blame her for taking advantage of such an easy win.
That's a very effective unimpressed face. And a very impressive beard.
It's funny to see a spiritual concept from the real world pop up in a show that includes things like bending and giant fish possession. The mention of Chakras kind of sticks out. They couldn't invent a Avatar universe version?
"Once you begin this process, you cannot stop until all seven are open." Well that doesn't feel like foreshadowing at all.
This episode should be called "Aang's self-care Journey." It's about time the kid had a me day that wasn't avoidance-based.
Fear: Losing Katara - makes sense. Losing control of his powers via fish possession - makes sense. The Fire Lord - makes sense. But the Blue Spirit? He helped. Doesn't make sense.
Guilt: Running away - makes sense, although I thought he'd worked through that with Katara in the storm. Nuking that idiot General's base - makes sense, but boy did he quite literally ask for it.
This guru is saying some wonderfully accurate, and realistic, things. I love that he's not taking the Katara route of denying anything is wrong. He's going for the acknowledge, then heal route. And yes, it's unfair of me to compare the emotional maturity of Katara to a century+ old spiritual expert.
I'm going to ruin the immersion here and point out that Sokka's dad's voice actor voiced a bunch of characters in season 1. He's doing an excellent job, but couldn't they get a unique voice for a character that's so important (albeit offscreen) to Sokka?
That's an incredibly roundabout way of avoiding pointing out that the Southern Water Tribe are active participants in a bloody war. Sure, we can show multiple characters with visible scarring from horrific burns, but heaven forbid we imply that the Southern Water Tribe sinks ships. The parameters for what is and isn't appropriate on this show sometimes make no sense.
"Aren't you listening? I said the rest of you men get ready for battle." He hasn't seen his boy in two years, but fifteen minutes in his company and he knows exactly what needs to be said and how. That's some top tier parenting. Dad of the year. Dad of the century. Only decent Dad in this show that isn't technically an uncle.
"Follow your passion Zuko, and life will reward you." Great advice for your eight year old audience. Also a great way to end up unemployed.
Positive Sokka creeped me out a few episodes ago. Now positive Zuko is freaking me out too.
Pretty.
Back to Chakras! Shame: Burning Katara - makes sense. But that's it? To have the inner peace of mind of a twelve year old who's somehow only ever done one thing that he's ashamed of.
Is there anyone in the earth kingdom who isn't stupid? Once again wondering at the network's standards. Visible burn injuries are fine, but Mai can't say 'Shut up." It's got to be Shush up. Although I do seem to recall of brief time in the early 2000s when Shut Up was treated as a curse on par with Shit or Fuck. Maybe that was just at my school.
Chakras again! Even for a show that often has an A, B, and C plot, this narrative is ping ponging around a bit much.
Grief: nothing major, just a whole nation. Makes a horrific amount of sense. but I don't buy that he can get over grieving the whole world as he knew it by thinking about his crush. That's way too high a pedestal for Katara to be placed on.
Lies: Not accepting he's the Avatar. Interesting that not accepting that he's the Avatar and not accepting that he's a firebender are two different problems.
I see you reusing the opening credits footage. Your blue filters can't fool me.
PRETTY
Illusion: So we're relearning what we learned in The Swamp. Aang's probably the person currently alive least likely to believe in the rigid separation of the nations anyway. This doesn't feel like an illusion he's subject to?
The way this episode dances between its narrative threads is so great. It's all woven in so beautifully. And this makes perfect sense! Toph's spent her life secretly doing things excellently that everyone says are completely beyond her capabilities. Life has taught her that the statement "you are not able to" doesn't apply. Of course immutable laws of bending physics are treated with the same respect as an adult telling the champion of the Earth Rumble that she's can't earthbend beyond breathing exercises. If you told her that humans can't fly, she'd figure out how within the week.
Plot collision incoming.
Interesting that Katara initially recognises Zuko by his voice rather than his scar.
I'm pretty sure that Zuko and Iroh don't know about the whole brainwashing thing, but wouldn't it be hilarious if Zuko introduced himself to Katara as Joo Dee, and his uncle Joo Dee, welcome to the Jasmine Dragon, can I take your order? That would throw Katara into one hell of a moral quandary.
Katara being framed as the solution for Chakra number four comes back to bite Aang, as she's the problem in Chakra number seven. I knew that pedestal was too high.
I've changed my mind. This episode should actually be called "Half a dozen reasons why everyone should just learn to keep their goddamn mouths shut already."
So is anyone going to let Zuko and Iroh know that they're now in immediate danger and need to leave, like, yesterday?
I think the Guru is going for the whole 'if you love them, let them go, and they'll come back to you' thing. Don't cling, in other words. But for the sake of the plot he's suddenly lost his ability to explain Chakras in a way that makes them seem like the logical thing to do. The only clunky bit of this episode so far.
May I introduce you to our Lord and Saviour Toph?
"I am the greatest earthbender in the world." Yes. Yep. Yeah. That's now a quantifiable fact, and it's correct. Look on ye mighty and despair. She's even got Bumi beat.
Earth Tongue Running is a bit wonky looking but it covers a crazy amount of distance.
What's the range on Toph's earth sense? Can she sense what direction Ba Sing Se is?
I hope those two idiots' horse bird is ok.
"You don't know how much this means to me dad." He does. Very much so.
Every word out of this guy's mouth is precision engineered to make Sokka feel like a million bucks and I for one think it's about time someone built him up. Also, seeing this makes me realise how few good parents there are in this show. It's a trope of kids' adventure shows that the parents fundamentally can't be there, but I also think it's a commentary on yet another thing that this war has messed up.
Hey look! Being a man is knowing where you're needed the most, and right now that's in Ba Sing Se, protecting your sister! I love narratives that tie their themes up with a pretty bow on top.
This is Azula laying a trap, right? Which means that Katara squealed to someone about the exact location of Iroh and Zuko's tea shop. Don't like the implications of that.
Photos taken seconds before disaster.
Final Thoughts
This episode was a lot! I mean that in a good way! But I felt a bit like the Maxell Blown Away Guy, the way I kept getting assaulted by yet another plot thread. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a criticism. I think the switching between plot threads and the amount of info in this episode worked 99% of the time. But I'm kind of in awe at the balancing act the writers pulled off and I'm sort of sitting here blinking a bit trying to fit all this stuff in my head. I'm probably going to forget half the stuff I wanted to talk about in this write up, so here goes nothing.
Given the Azula reveal in at the end of last episode, I thought that this would be the episode where the shit hits the fan. I was wrong. I'm glad I was wrong. An episode of set up is required and is nice breathing room, even an episode as busy as this. And I got to leave Ba Sing Se! But this does mean that next episode is going to be calamity after calamity.
Aang and his Chakras: I'm fascinated by this guru. I hope he comes back. That brings the total number of people who were alive before the war started up to three: Aang, Bumi, Guru Patik.
I'm impressed that the run through of the Chakras rarely felt like an info dump. The onion and banana juice thing didn't work for me, but I'm sure it worked for people in the target age bracket. Kids love burp jokes.
So many shows sprinkle in tragic backstories for flavour and then never have them influence the character in the present. It was a nice contrast to see a show take a whole episode to tell Aang "yeah all that sucked. It's ok to feel down about it. Here's how you move forward."
Sokka and his dad: Love it. Love it so much. I love seeing Sokka built up, and he definitely deserves it, but I wonder if this is the reward for a character arc well done, or the set up for a character arc that's about to start? Is his dad's praise his prize for crossing the finish line, or is it so he's built up with farther to fall?
I loved seeing more of the Southern Water Tribe. I loved the fashion. There's a lot of variety in accessories and variations on a few basic elements like those knee guard things. I loved their hairstyles. I loved how cozy and communal that command tent felt. I loved their ships. I wonder how often these guys work out, that they can make loading ramps that are presumably deployed and stashed out of the way frequently, out of whole logs rather than planks. I have a bone to pick with the child-friendly sea mine. But it provides a good set up for a dad joke, so I'll let it slide.
Zuko and Iroh: Of course the one time Zuko is allowed to be in a good place, it's so that he and Iroh both have farther to fall when the inevitable happens. Poor guy just can't catch a break. I'd be mad at Azula for the party crashing that I'm assuming she'll do next episode, but it's been established that Zuko has all nice things taken away from him as soon as he gets them, and I can't blame Azula for being a tool of the universe.
Azula & Long Feng: Azula's acting in Long Feng's prison cell was miles ahead of what Long Feng was doing in front of the Earth King, so I'm wondering if Long Feng has bitten off more than he can chew. Also: conspiring with the enemy to bring down your own city just so you can reinstall yourself as the power behind the throne that will presumably cease to exist as soon as the Fire Nation takes control? That is both treasonous beyond description and an incredible case of shooting yourself in the foot. What's Long Feng's plan here?
Toph and the Dunderheads: it says something about the consistency of Toph's characterisation from her introduction onwards that she breaks the universe this episode and my reaction was "that's neat." It's obviously a huge moment, but of course Toph can do that. Toph can do anything. More importantly, Toph knows that Toph can do anything, so Toph routinely does do anything, especially things she shouldn't be able to do. If you had asked me a few episodes back which character would be most likely to fundamentally redefine bending, I would have said Toph, since she's already fundamentally redefined bending with her earth sense sonar vision.
Also Toph just breaks stuff. Things that come into contact with her cease to function as intended and instead function as Toph requires. Look at the two idiots: both successful business owners, one also a successful hoodwinker of the richest family around. But they come into contact with Toph and their brains take an extended vacation.
Katara & the Generals: this plot was more like an extension of Azula's plot than its own standalone thing. You can't blame her for spilling the news about Zuko and Iroh to someone she honestly thought was Suki. Not much else to say about it, although it's cute that she asks for a table for two at the tea shop. Momo gets a chair!
I like that there's a theme this episode of things going wrong despite the best intentions. No one's acting maliciously here apart from the Antagonists. The Earth King is having an honest chat with people he thought were friends. Sokka vouched for people he honestly thought were the Kyoshi Warriors. Katara shares information about a presumed threat with people she honestly thought were her allies. You can quibble with the wisdom of some of these decisions, but there were all done with good intentions. The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry and all that. It brings to mind that Star Trek quote about how you can do everything right and still lose. And this set up is going to hit harder when whatever goes wrong next episode happens. And something will go wrong. A few months ago I figured that the Season 2 finale would be a triumph, but all signs are pointing towards a tragedy instead.
This episode was visually stunning, the soundtrack in the Air Temple sections especially was very evocative, and I applaud the minds that could juggle that many plot threads at once without dropping any. This one is definitely going on my rewatch list.
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As the two cats climb the slope away from everything theyâve ever known, Moonpaw sends a fervent prayer to StarClan as thanks for sparing her brother.
She watches the strong shape of his shoulders as they move under his pelt, carrying him up the mountain, the swish of his tail as it guides her forward, and knows that without him, sheâd have lain down in that cave and let the darkness have her. Without her clan â without her brother â sheâs nothing.
With only the moonlight and twinkling Silverpelt to guide them forward, the mountain seems ominous and threatening in the dark. Outcroppings of rock throw insidious shadows over them, spires of stone stab high into the sky and curve like the talons of an eagle. Fogpaw lowers his nose to a scraggly shrub that clings stubbornly to the unforgiving landscape and adjusts his course for the border of their territory. Moonpaw slinks after him, head low and ears flattened nervously against her skull.
She scents it before she sees it, the border with their neighboring clan strong with the scents of foreign cats. âWeâre here,â Fogpaw murmurs, brushing a comforting tail over Moonpawâs back before stepping forward, claw-tips straddling the edge of the scent-marks denoting the line between territories as he lifts his head and caterwauls into the night.
After the sound of his announcement fades across the mountainside, he turns to look back at Moonpaw, his cobalt eyes round and unsure. The line of his body is bold, his tail and head held high, but Moonpaw has grown beside him since their nursery days. She knows that heâs nervous, even if heâs not showing it outright. His eyes shine with apprehension.
Just then, a clatter of pebbles alerts the pair of them to movement on the other side of the border. Moonpaw presses herself to Fogpawâs flank, body tense, as the shadows melt away to reveal three neighboring patrol cats, alerted by Fogpawâs yowl.
âWhat is your business at our border so late at night?â The largest of the cats spits, unkindly, flanked by the other two of his clan members. His eyes flit between the two siblings, sizing them up with an unimpressed frown.
âOur home has been destroyed, and our clan with it,â Fogpaw explains. Moonpaw feels unsteady under the wary gaze of the other cats and wants to sink her claws into the rock beneath her pads for a sense of balance, but refrains, not wanting the action to be interpreted as a threat. âWe ask that you welcome us into your clan. Weâre only apprentices.â
The large cat bursts into laughter, his voice rough and mocking. The two cats beside him snicker, the three of them exchanging amused glances.
âAs if weâre going to accept you scrawny rejects into our clan,â the large cat continues to laugh, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight as he grins. âYouâre no more than rogues now, if what you say is true. We donât take in rogues.â
âYou better scram, before we make you,â one of the other cats says. His muscles are thick, bulging under his pelt, and Moonpaw hasnât had nearly enough battle training in the scant few moons sheâs been an apprentice to feel ready for a confrontration. Even if she felt as though she could take on this single cat should she need to, theyâre outnumbered. âWe donât take kindly to rogues trespassing on our territory.â
Fogpaw scoffs, affronted, and Moonpawâs fur spikes along her back, a lightning bolt of fear racing down her spine. âWeâre not on your territory,â Fogpaw spits, gesturing between each of their groups. âWeâre still on our side of the border.â
âYou donât have a clan anymore,â the third cat jeers. âWhat border?â
Fogpaw bristles, tail lashing furiously, and the other cats get to their paws like theyâre ready to make true on their threat to run them off. âFogpaw,â Moonpaw murmurs, brushing her tail along his side. âLetâs not do this. We should leave.â
Fogpaw spares the other cats one last, angered look, and then turns tail and stalks away, calling for Moonpaw to follow. The mean laughter of the clan cats echoes behind them as they turn the corner and head down a slope that hugs the mountainside, loose pebbles clattering away under their paws as they make their way down.
Rogues. Moonpaw shivers, hastening her step to keep up with Fogpawâs furious pace. âWhat are we going to do now, Fogpaw?â Moonpaw asks, anxious. âWe donât have a clan anymore.â
âWe are the clan,â Fogpaw reminds her. âWe are NimbusClan. And what weâre going to do right now is hunt, because Iâm starving and we need to keep our strength up.â
What about the Warrior Code? Moonpaw thinks to herself, padding after Fogpaw as the terrain levels out and they find themselves in a sparsely wooded clearing sheâd only passed through a couple times when out with her mentor. Will StarClan punish them if they eat outside of the camp?Â
Theyâre the only two cats left, so StarClan surely will understand their need. There are no other cats to bring fresh-kill back to. Moonpaw settles into a crouch at the base of a tree, tucked between the roots as Fogpaw slinks behind a bush and scents the air for prey. Exhausted, hungry, and grieving, Moonpaw doesnât have the energy to hunt right now, so she watches her brother flick the tip of his tail as he stalks across the ground, the light of the moon that filters through the sparse trees flickering against his dappled pelt.
Fogpaw works hard to catch them dinner, chasing a squirrel halfway up a tree and just managing to sink his teeth into its tail. It shrieks an alarm call into the quiet of the night, but Fogpaw pulls it from the tree with a hard tug and lands nimbly on the ground, giving it a swift bite to the neck to silence its cries. He drags the fresh-kill over to where Moonpaw crouches and noses it towards her.
When she doesnât eat immediately, eyeing him with worry, he shrugs and tucks his paws under himself. âYou eat first. Everything thatâs happened this evening has given me a stomachache.â
Moonpaw drapes her tail sympathetically over her brother and tears the squirrel into equal portions for them, pushing Fogpawâs share towards him. âYou said it yourself, we have to keep our strength up. Eat at least a little.â
He flashes her a small, quick smile and digs in, the two cats pressed side by side as they eat. Disposing of the remains of their meal so as not to attract any scavengers, Moonpaw spots a hollowed out log for them to spend the rest of the night in that shelters them from the mountain winds. Itâs nothing at all like her nest back home, the bark hard and cold beneath her pelt, but itâs safe for now and at the very least, she has the comfort of her brotherâs warm body pressed up against hers to help lull her to sleep.
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#clangen#warrior cats#waca#wc#moon 1#fogpaw#moonpaw#fogpaw looks different in every single panel oh my god#one day i'll figure out how to draw him#today is not that day
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Haii, I just love johnny vincent sm like, there aren't enough content of him đ. I was wondering if I could request some hcs of him with a female cheerleader gf. How would he react to people having the hots for his girl đ
of course ^_^ !
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authors note ⼠I'm genuinely so sorry for not popping this baby out months ago I just genuinely fell uninterested in writing for a bit. I'll try and be better about it đ With school coming up it's gonna be hard though, my apologies you guys. đ My requests are still open for those who are interested, I will look at them and I will write them(eventually) but plzz be patient I'm a lazy hođ¤ thx guys! đŠˇ
ăťAt first glance its like your eyes have been met with an angel. The face of a model stuffed into the teenage cheerleader that everyone had googly eyes for. It wasn't easy being you, and a lonely greaser had to find that out the hard way.
ăťJOHNNY, spotted staring at you in gym as you cheer. The sweet but loud voice you carried as you cheered. It was intriguing to him. The poor boy couldn't help it.
"Go team go!" You chant with the rest of your pyramid, you weren't a flyer today but you were always so enthusiastic. Johnny's prying eyes were caught on your face, then your uniform. He thought about your voice a lot too. Like his miniature cheerleader up in his noggin. He liked the way you smiled, the way you presented yourself to everyone. You were genuine to who you were, and most importantly you were passionate about it.
ăťFirst few weeks of interaction had him freaking OUT. He was so amazed by you he wanted to hold you in his pocket forever. Head over heels and for the most gorgeous, kind and spirited person on campus? Lonely boy had to make a move and fast because there were people scavenging for you and he had to make sure he was first in line.
ăťAnyways,
ăťJohnny likes watching you practice. Not because of the way your skirt flows in the breeze when its windy sometimes but because he gets to see you smile and laugh and talk and oh my gosh he just can't.
ăťAlways attending games JUST to see you. In your pretty outfit and your pretty dolled up face he melts!!!!!!!!! Getting pelted by rocks in the stands never felt more worth it.
"How's my pretty baby?" Johnny walks up to you, smiling with a teddy bear and water bottle in hand. You grab the gifts and hug him close. "Great with you here Johnny." You relax in his arms. While drinking some of your water you caress his cheek, kissing his lips gently before being called over again. Intermission was over. "Mm I'll see you in a bit okay?" You smile, squeezing his hand in your own. "Go be beautiful I'll be right here." He grins, pressing a swift kiss to your hand. Literally not long after Johnny is being assaulted with kettle corn, ketchup packets and rocks.
ăťLikes looking at you. It makes him a little anxious though because you're so pretty he doesn't want anyone stealing you from him or you finding someone else. He knows you could have anyone you want yet you choose him, and stay with him. That reassures him for a little bit before he goes back to freaking out and watching you at all times. (It's endearing but when it goes too far it gets scary, girl run.)
ăťBut he just loves you so much like?? Don't you ever leave that man because he will treat you like a princess no doubt.
"Johnnyâyou've been staring at me for like...twenty minutes are you okay?" Hes just fucking drooling looking like an idiot as his eyes burn through your skull. He thinks your so pretty bro im not joking around. That boy worships the ground you walk on. He's likeâ"Yes queen!!! Eat them up queen!!!" He will never get bored of staring.
ăťBroseph gets insecure :-( tell him u love him or so help me I willđ đ I feel like he generally has bad self esteem issues deep down. He likes it when you kiss him and tell him he's handsome. He won't do "pretty" because it makes him feel less of a man. But you're just speaking your mind...he is pretty like... He still gets a lil grumpy and hostile but its okay just keep saying he's cool n stuff and he'll be right by you in no time with no avail!
ăťBig time intimidation game with the rest of your clique, he puffs his chest and stuff but never will that man act on a buff jock. He will definitely kick on Kirby though he don't gaf about that weenie.
ăťHis clique loves you no lie, they think your sweet eye candy and your really nice and funny?? Johnny really hit the jackpot yknow. I wouldn't be joking if I said at least one of them tried seducing you or hitting you up which lead to Johnny demolishing their face against the wooden boards of the fence! Yikes!
ăťLove u so much... Like I already said this shit but that boy ooof, he's all over you all the time.
"Baby, Johnny!" You giggled as he kissed along your neck and collarbone, exposed by the cheer outfit you wore. He was so gentle but so eager, his lips dragging across your pretty skin so delicately. It was delicious, the pretty boy kissing all on you while you sat there, late for cheer practice, again. He trailed his kisses upwards, landing them up back to your plush lips. "You're so gorgeous sweetheart, makes my heart hurt." He muttered against your lips, leaning in for a another. You were warm all over, holding his face in your hands as you made out behind the school.
ăťI'm really just running out of things to say because this request seemed similar to the last one.
ăťYes it took me fucking months to write this I'm a procrastinator level one hundred and I'm a fat lazy bum.
#bully scholarship edition#bully canis canem edit#maadvillainyđ#johnny vincent x reader#johnny vincent
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Hello there and congrats on the 450 followers! I'm not sure if you're still doing the roulette requests, but I thought I'd send you a message anyway and ask!
Could I please get 34 & 39 with Tech and f!reader? Platonic preferably. Not sure if that's something I'm allowed to specify. ^^'
@narcissa-of-kaas, thank you so much for the love and the request. I hope I did your request justice. It's very action packed. I was originally aiming to keep the roulette going for three weeks, but I might just keep it going until all the prompts have been used at least once. Thanks for asking love.
Love oo,
Hang On
Warning: Battle scene, rappelling, injuries, concussions, arguing, death, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.
The blaster fire was keeping you pinned down, you did your best providing cover. Tech was lying beside you with a broken femur.Â
âYou need to leaveâÂ
He ordered over the loud blaster fire and explosions, you covered your body with his, keeping him from being pelted with rocks and pebbles.Â
âShut up, Tech.â
You returned fire, holding out for the rest of your crew to get to you. It would be a matter of time before Wrecker and Hunter came to rescue the two of you. Echo and Omega were far enough away from the fight you didnât have to worry about, they were possibly even safe and with Hunter and Wrecker.Â
All you had to focus on was keeping Tech safe. Why you all decided to go after the War Chest, was beyond rationality. Okay, yes it made sense, you needed the credits, but then again, did it?
There was another explosion and another shower of dirt, rocks and pebbles. One hit the back of your head, causing you to grunt in pain.Â
âIâm ordering you to leave.â
âWhen have we ever followed orders?â You shouted.Â
Tech could see the fear in her eyes, the way she refused to leave his side. She was loyal to a fault. She always said âFriends are family, and you donât leave family behind.â He knew she was being stubborn simply because she was afraid. He grabbed her arm.Â
âIâm not going to die. Iâll provide you, cover.â
âNo! Stop it!â
âListen! Itâll mean your survival!â
"I don't care! I'm not leaving you." You looked at him with determination and resolution. You had your final say and that was all that mattered. Your eyes widened when you saw a grenade land beside you, you picked it up and tossed it back, the explosion rocking against the boulder you were using as cover. You looked from Tech to the increasing number of troopers that were filing through the forest in front of you.Â
âWhat if we rappelled?â You asked Tech, he was the resident genius if anyone knew a way to get down safely it would be him.Â
âItâs possible but the cable wonât be long enough.â
âHow far would we get?â
âAbout 50 feet, only half way.â
âCover me!â You crawled over to the edge, looking down, there was a ledge half way down. Granted it was very thin, one swing in the wrong direction and it was a long way down. It was risky but possible. You crawled back over to Tech, âOkay ⌠thereâs a ledge about half way down.â You ducked as more dirt rained down on you. âYou go down first, Iâll cover you and then Iâll follow.â
âNo. You should âŚâ
âStop! What is it? Do you think because Iâm a woman, I should go first? Do you think Iâm incapable of covering you?â
âItâs because youâre my friend! I donât want to see my friend die!â
âWell neither do I! So stop arguing and rappel down!â You focused back on the trooper taking down an additional ten, but the more you took down the more that seemed to swarm out of nowhere.Â
You heard Tech mumbling into the comms, no doubt cursing you under his breath. You understood his panic, after all you panicked when you saw him break his femur. You watched him check his rappelling cable to make sure it was secure. It took him a little bit of time, but he lined himself up and rolled off the cliffâs edge. You gave him a count of 20 seconds before you set up your own rappeler.Â
Tech laid on the cliffâs ledge, looking up as he moved closer to the cave that was able to provide a little cover at least until Hunter and Wrecker made it to them. His eyes focused on you as you rolled off the ledge and started to rappel down.Â
You didnât slow your descent, especially when you felt rocks falling from up above, the troopers still had reached the edge of the ledge. Now wasnât the time to be cautious. You let gravity help you as the wind rushed past your ears as the ledge came up quickly. You tried to slow your descent as were only a few feet from your destination, however, you miscalculated and landed roughly on the small ledge, knocking your head against the hard ground and inside your helmet. You could tell you were concussed, but you didnât stop. Your vision was spinning, as you retrieved your rappel cable, and crawled over to where Tech was hiding in the small cave, you scrambled as best you could, slipping and stumbling over to him.Â
Tech could see you werenât right. The way you stumbled as you tried to crawl over, he cursed his broken femur. He wished he could get up and pick you up, carrying you to safety. Instead he reached out offering you his hand.Â
As soon as he felt her hand in his, he yanked her into their hiding place, hoping the troopers up top wouldnât follow behind them. He gently removed your helmet, and could see you were pretty banged up.Â
"Breathe... breathe.â He chastised as he saw her eyes looking every but at him, she needed medical attention, and she needed it soon. His vambrace beeped, a signal from Hunter, they were close, he sent a replying ping, âCome on. Stay with me. Look at the stars, kid. Focus on the stars.â
You tried but it was spinning and there was someone ringing a loud bell in your head. You gripped Techâs bicep.
âItâs okay. Itâs okay. Hunterâs nearly here. Just hang on.â He held you close, doing his best to protect you, âCome on, you got this. You protected us all this time. You can hang on.â
You squeezed his bicep again, and shut your eyes as a search light flooded your hiding place, you could make out the shape of the Marauder, you felt someone grab you by the collar and drag you onboard, more than likely Wrecker.Â
Tech let out a breath as Echo rushed over with Omega to look at the two of you, âHer ... Check her first, she had a nasty fall. I think sheâs concussed.â It was the only thing all he managed to get out, before he passed out, the anxiety and tension easing out of him, now that you were both safe.Â
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Better the devil
Callum clawed at the vines encasing him, desperate. Wild.
He had to get to Rayla. He had to.
She hung limp over Terryâs shoulder as he and Claudia rushed to the corrupted dragon awaiting them.
âNo!â Callum cried out, wrenching his hand from the tangled web and hearing a number of sickening cracks. Heâd freed himself enough to draw a rune, but his fingers wouldnât obey him, wouldnât extend to perform the magic. âRayla!â He cried out, thrashing against the thick vegetation that held him firm.
Terry turned back to look at him, his eyes wide and terrified.
âTerry, hurry up!â Claudia grabbed him by the wrist.
Moment hesitation seemingly over, Terry climbed on behind her, Rayla still lifeless in his arms.
âNo, no, no!â Callum continued to fight as the shadow beast began to beat itâs wings, pelting him with rocks and sticks. âNo, Rayla!â
His breath caught in his throat as he continued to struggle. The vines around him seemed to grow tighter, strangling his chest, cutting off his air.
âRayla!â He gasped, collapsing to the forest floor as the dragon gained altitude, moving above the trees, into the air⌠away.
She was gone.
He tried to draw breath, but his chest wouldnât move, wouldnât obey. Air caught in his throat as he tried not to think of Rayla at their mercy⌠a mere collection of parts to be catalogued.
Used.
âCallum!â Ezranâs voice somewhere behind himâŚ
His vision was going black as his heart ached in his chest. They had her, they had her⌠Heâd let them take her away.
âGet these off him.â Soren now.
Two sets of hands pulling at the vines wrapped around him but it did nothing. His chest seized, like it was trapped in a vice. He could hear his own strangled breath as he gasped for air.
âHe canât breathe!â Ezran cried out. âWhat did they do to him?â
âWhat sort of Dark Magic is this, Viren?â Sorenâs voice was harsh, like it had been ever since Viren had shown up.
Heâs the last person Callum wanted to see.
âThis isnât Dark Magic.â Virenâs voice sounded clipped as it moved closer.
Ezran gasped. âWhat do you mean-â
Callum lay in the dirt, limbs heavy and unresponsive. Oh Sources, Rayla. They had her. He let them take her away. What were they going to do to her? What did Claudia want with her? He needed to get up, go after them, save her-
âCallum, you need to breathe.â
He wanted to push Viren away, scream and rage at him. Hit him. Make the bastard hurt, like he was hurting now. His chest burned and his heart ached. This was all Virenâs fault, they took her, they had Rayla. If heâd just stayed dead they would never have ended up in this situation.
She would have stayed. Theyâd be together now.
He gasped again, a sob making it even harder to breathe.
âIn through your nose. Out through your mouth.â Viren continued. âBreathe.â
He needed to help Rayla, he had to save her⌠he needed to breathe.
âThatâs it.â Viren continued, and Callum became aware of a gentle pressure on his upper arm.
Slowly, he felt air returning to his lungs. His vision came back. Viren was sitting next to him, a hand on his arm.
âGood.â He smiled sadly. âBreathe.â
ââââ
So, as usual, I feel I was enabled into this. More to come, perhaps? Callum & Viren teaming up to save Rayla and Claudia. Callum hating every minute of it? MayhapsâŚ
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Safe Haven
Series Part Listing Found Here
Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character
Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love.Â
I feel like the above image needed to make a comeback for this part. Tehehe. Special thanks of course to @cinetrix
Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)
PART WARNING: Contains mentions of childbirth
Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.
Xilä is my own creation.
~
Part 12 - The One After Iknimaya
Niwan Loreyu was just as beautiful as Xilä remembered.Â
The moment they stepped through the vined wall she felt the calming waves of that familiar feeling of being hugged lovingly.Â
Eywa.Â
Scanning the scenery before her, Xi squinted when she noticed a few new and somewhat out of place items littered around the small area.
âWhatâs-â she started, but Neteyam simply pulled her along until they drew nearer to the far right corner where there sat the base of a massive, thick tree trunk- its branches not visible since it grew out of the hideaway.Â
âIs that my satchel?â she asked, confused, noting it along with a couple others hanging from the trunk.Â
Stepping away from him, she surveyed the area properly, lighting up as she did.Â
Connected to the trunk and the side of a wall of strange vegetation, was a lush canopy of beautiful flowers. A large soft pelt was spread underneath it, creating a romantic and intimate looking bed. Xi even spotted a few stolen blankets from her own bed back home, rolled neatly at the edge of the pelt.Â
Turning around, she saw a basket filled with a few little pots and washcloths which was placed on a rock by the pool of rippling water.Â
A small wood crafted folding table sat nearby with two patched cushions as seats- one on either side of the table. And in addition to the glimmers of the bioluminescent plants and the on and off blinking of flying glowbugs, there were tiny lit lamps scattered across the space.Â
âNeteyam?â she asked, turning to him with a sweet but curious smile.Â
He scratched his temple sheepishly. âI was um, hoping we could maybe stay a few days? Just the two of us, spending time together? I donât think one night alone with you is enough for me honestly,â he admitted quietly. âBut only if you want to of course,â he added quickly.Â
She stared at him. He was shy right now and it was honestly the cutest thing ever.Â
âWhat about food?â she asked in faux seriousness, enjoying the way he was all squirmy at the moment- a far cry from his usual self assured disposition.Â
He pointed to one of the hanging satchels. âEnough for hopefully a week,â he said. âAnd weâve got drinking water,â he continued, gesturing to the small trickling waterfall.Â
âBath,â he said, walking over to the pool, showing her the soap balms and washcloths. âBed,â he added, jerking his head to the pelt under the canopy.Â
âAnd if we get bored, which I highly doubt we will, I packed a few games as well. I even borrowed a deck of UNO from one of the lab guys,â he finished with a tiny smile, tail wagging behind him, seeming eager to know what she was thinking.Â
âWow,â Xi said, impressed. âWhat about clothes?â she asked, trying to prolong her teasing.
His brows narrowed as if he realized what she was doing, so he turned the tables on her instead. âTheyâre in your satchel, but I donât think you need them since Iâm planning on keeping you naked the entire time,â he said matter of factually.Â
âRight,â she replied with burning cheeks. âUm, one last question. Did you ah- tell our families? Sal and Jxo arenât going to show up thinking you kidnapped me are they?â she joked.Â
âNo.â He laughed and shook his head. âThereâs a big trip planned for tomorrow, you know the one Loâak was boasting about last week?âÂ
She nodded, remembering how excited her friend was about finally getting a vacation.
âTheyâre leaving tonight, maybe after the party- spending a week away near an old RDA base. Itâs um, kind of a secret tradition to take the new recruits out to bond a bit, but itâs really just an excuse for the warriorâs to get drunk and let loose for once.âÂ
Xi shot him an amused look.Â
âAnywayâŚ.uh, our families may be under the impression that Iâm surprising you and taking you along on the trip with the others. So weâre free to stay hereâŚnone the wiser. Loâak. Um, he'll cover for us.âÂ
âSounds like you have it all figured outâŚ.â She bit her lip, feeling herself practically swoon at the sweetness of the man in front of her. âTeyam this is all incredibly sweet. I love itâŚThank you,â she whispered. âWhen did you even plan all of this?âÂ
Having enough of their distance he moved towards her, eyes gleaming with intention. Titling her chin up, he leaned forward to trace his lips over hers. âSince the moment you agreed to be mine, Xilä.â
And then he was kissing her, feverishly, demandingly, soul sucking, breathtakingly.Â
Xilä gasped when he bent her backwards, taking from her what he wanted. He pulled away too quickly for her liking, but then he was suddenly scooping her up from under the thighs and his lips were back on hers again.Â
Xi squeezed her legs into his sides while her arms twisted behind his neck as they kissed with abandon, tongues and teeth clashing unceremoniously.Â
Neteyam blindly walked towards their canopy, his footsteps illuminated with every step against the soft mossy flooring, until he reached the pelt.Â
Keeping her enclosed in his arms he kneeled, then sat back, settling her into the cradle of his folded legs. He broke their kiss and nuzzled her cheek, lovingly caressing down the column of her neck with his nose and lips as she sighed against him.Â
âI love you,â he said into her skin, so quietly she thought she imagined it.Â
âI love you too.âÂ
Sitting straight, he reached behind and grabbed his queue, bringing it between them. Xi followed and did the same, watching, entranced as the pinkish tendrils revealed themselves.Â
Neteyamâs eyes darted between hers for a fleeting moment, quickly checking for that final sign of confirmation and Xiläâs free palm soothed down his chest in response.
Eyes locked on the ends of their queues, they made Tsaheylu. Tendrils entwining, they glowed in unison, joining as one.Â
Pupils blown wide, they inhaled simultaneously, consumed by the rush of emotions filling them- both in awe by the intensity of each other's feelings.
They remained still for a moment, enthralled by the connection.Â
Xilä smiled up at him. Then, pulling him towards her by the nape, she kissed him, slowly. She tried to look into his eyes when they broke apart but he averted his, choosing instead to lick a path down the soft of her skin, tasting and savoring the feeling of her in his arms.Â
Laying her onto her back, Neteyam followed, continuing his feast as he lapped and kissed his way down her clavicle.Â
Xi purred, absorbed by his affections.Â
She let him undress her, smiling when he nipped her ankle after heâd removed her extravagant anklets. Her hips jumped when he playfully tested the pool of liquid between the valley of her thighs after removing her skirt and undercloth. And when her top was gently pried away, he tasted each of her dark blue hardened nipples, just because.Â
When she was completely bare, he sat back and stared unabashedly. He took his time, gazing appreciatively at her soft but toned lines- her months of training, hard work and proper nutrition was clear as day.Â
A heated flare of raw deep rooted possession filled him and Xilä gasped almost inaudibly when she felt it through their bond.
The longer he stared the deeper her blush turned. Her dark spiced coloured hair looked almost as black as his tonight, and her once overly pale dusty blue skin, now had a healthy and darker hue to it from all her days in the sun.Â
She was breathtaking.Â
Sitting up on an arm, Xi tugged on his loincloth and he complied, quickly undoing the tie to fling the cloth away, along with his belt and knife holder.Â
Now it was her turn to stare. Almost impossibly, Xiâs blush ran even deeper. Biting down on her bottom lip she peered up at him with an innocence mingled with a wanton neediness.
âUm, this might be a really stupid question,â she whispered, sending another somewhat nervous glance down to the hardened appendage currently sweeping along his lower abdomen. âIâve been wondering for a while, but weâre here now soâŚI kind of need to askâŚum, will itâŚfit?âÂ
Pushing her completely onto her back once more, he hovered over her and grinned against her lips. âYes,â he assured as he slipped a hand between her legs to cup her. âIf I do it right.âÂ
She gasped into his mouth when two of his fingers instantly slid into her, curving with a pleasurable pressure.Â
Neteyam used his tail to nudge her thighs further apart, allowing more room for his working hand and throaty noise filled the air when he sped up his pace.Â
Xiläâs moans were like music to his ears as she rocked her hips against his fingers.Â
âNeteya- mmm, shit.â
In quick succession and with a single circle of his thumb to her clit, she was clenching around his fingers and coming with a breathy sigh.Â
âGood?â he asked, withdrawing his hand to suck his fingers clean.
âGood,â she echoed, feeling her body tingle and relax from the orgasm heâd given her.Â
His fingers were back now, dipping between her folds, pressing against her entrance. All three, thick digits were sheathed inside her this time, slowly stretching her with every stroke and curl.Â
âMore,â she begged. âMore. Please Teyam.â
Greedy for more, Xi took matters into her own hands. She reached between them and gripped him causing him to gasp in shock and bite down hard on the breast he had just sucked into his mouth.Â
âAH!â she yelled, arching in pain, making her accidentally tighten her hold on his length.Â
âFUCK!â he grunted, in not only surprise but mostly from the sudden pressure on his poor dick.
Groaning out loud, he sucked in a breath of air, screwing his eyes shut when she began to stroke him.Â
Fingers barely meeting her thumb, Xilä began to move her hand up and down the way she often saw him do. She peered down between them, loving the feeling of him all hot and hard and heavy. She glanced up at him with a grin, the same time he glared down at her with flaring nostrils.Â
But then he was quickly averting his eyes from hers and her fun was halted when his sticky coated fingers suddenly tugged her bandaged wrist away.Â
âFuck,â he muttered again with closed eyes and a clenched jaw- straining to gain control of himself as he breathed heavily.Â
âAre you okay,â she asked, trying to push him back to see his face. He looked pained and a pang of guilt clouded her when she figured she must have done something wrong.
âMm. Yeah just give me a minute, baby.âÂ
âAlright,â she hushed, palming his biceps in comfort.Â
Xilä could feel the push and pull of his raging emotionsâŚbut then, eyes narrowed on the man between her thighs, something else occurred to her. Lips parting to say something, a little noise escaped her when three fingers entered her once more without a word.Â
âNeteyam,â she called, but he ignored her, choosing to focus on the squishing mess between her legs.
Doing her best to stay immune to the delicious pleasures quickly consuming her, she pushed at his chest. âNeteyam, look at me,â she said.Â
He glanced at her for a fraction of a second before finding her breasts far more interesting, leaning down to sooth his tongue over the deep indents heâd made on the right one.Â
âNete-yam,â she tried again, voice breathy and strained and pleading.Â
âHmm?â he hummed in faux interest as he curled his fingers deeper.Â
âWhy wonât you- f-fuck!â she stuttered out when he found that one particular spot inside of her, but she stayed strong. âWhy wonât you look at me?â
âLeave it, Xi.â
She didnât like his response, so she tried a different tactic.Â
âEyes, Neteyam,â she ordered, causing him to freeze. A frustrated mewl left her when his fingers stilled too, she was so close to coming.Â
âI canât,â he said, almost as if he were mad at himself.Â
âWhy not?â she asked, biting her cheek to stop from laughing at his stubbornness. âTell me why you canât look at me in the eyes, handsome.â Â
âStop,â he warned.
âUnlessâŚthey're bothering you?â she teased in a sing-song voice. âAre my eyes too mu- AH SHIT!âÂ
He had effectively shut her up by grinding the heel of his palm on her clit while rubbing right against that one particular spongy spot again.Â
âCome for me, Xilä,â he ordered.
Her breath hitched and Neteyam smirked against her collarbone when he felt her tensing up.Â
Fire licked her inside out as a coil tightened low in her abdomen. Xiläâs thighs quaked and her back bowed, then a sharp cry ripped from her lips as she gushed all over his hand.Â
More than pleased with himself, he helped her through the waves, whispering words of praise into her pointed ear.Â
âGood?â he eventually asked once again, checking in on her as the pads of his fingertips rubbed her along her swollen folds. Â
âGood,â she replied with a happy hum.Â
Feeling his movement, Xi looked down to see him slathering his shaft with her slick- the arousing sight alone brought back that flickering coil in her lower abdomen to life once more.Â
âIâll go slow, alright?â he assured, when he caught her staring. âTell me if you need me to stop, okay?â
She nodded.Â
âBaby.â
âYes. Yes, okay,â she said quickly, giving him the verbal confirmation he was seeking.Â
She inhaled deeply when she felt him plunge his fingers into her one last time for good measure before pulling out to guide his tip to her entrance.Â
âRelax, sweetheart,â he soothed, feeling her nerves through the bond. âDonât tense up.â It was a hypocritical thing to say he knew since he was nothing but tense.
Xilä forced her muscles to relax. She winced when he gave that first push forward, he was much thicker than all three of his fingers combined so it was a bit of a squeeze.Â
âFuuuck,â Neteyam breathed.  Â
Xi squirmed uncomfortably at the foreign sensation, holding in a whimper at the slight twinge of pain. While Neteyam, although extremely tense and raging to keep control of himself, took his time to ease his way in- slowly stretching her, molding her around him to perfection.Â
Dragging, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out.
Heâd only pull out just enough so that his tip still kept her entrance open, before delving back in- each time, deeper than the last.Â
Xiläâs jaw fell open when he was finally fully seated inside of her.
âOh Eywa. Youâre so deep,â she said in awe, struggling to control her breathing. Fingers creeping downward to rest on her lower abdomen, she gasped. âI can feel you. Right here,â she said, showing him the slight bulge.Â
It took a few moments for her to adjust to having him inside of her, but once the slight pain turned into a dull tingle, Xilä couldnât help but marvel at the feeling of their connection.Â
It was incredible.Â
âFuck, fuck. Xilä I canât. I need to move. Please. I need-â
âTake me,â she said, giving him the okay. âMake me yours.â
Xilä grunted from the first slam of his hips. She gasped with the second and moaned loudly at the third.Â
And then Neteyam was wild and relentless. Her breasts shook with each roll, each rut as he growled into the skin of her neck.Â
Palms flat against his back, her nails dug deep into his flesh.
It didnât take very long for her to feel the familiar spring inside of her come to life again, twisting and turning, coiling tighter each time as it prepared to snap- to break, to explode.Â
âShit. Iâm going to come,â he cried hoarsely, feeling her clenched firmly around him, locking him in a sweet but tortuous grip. âAre you close?â
âA-Almost,â she panted.
Sneaking a hand between them, Neteyam worked his fingers against her swollen clit, quickly drawing her closer to her impending rapture.
Eyes rolling, toes curling and body quivering, Xilä screamed his name. What felt like an eruption of molten fire, began to spread through her body like never before, sending rippling shockwave after shockwave.Â
Breath erratic and wild, Neteyam chased after her, cursing when his entire body turned taut. He twitched inside of her as hot spurts of come filled her, groaning when her walls continued to pulse, practically milking him of everything he had.Â
âOh fucking hell, Xilä,â he rasped, collapsing completely on top of her with an awed laugh.Â
âOof! âTeyam! I canât breathe!â Xilä exclaimed with a breathy laugh that instantly turned into a wince when he shifted, his pelvis dragging along her already throbbing clit. Â
âSorry,â he apologized, gently easing up onto his forearms as he caught his breath.
âNo, I didnât mean go away,â she protested, locking her propped up thighs to his hips and capturing his cheek in her palm.Â
Xilä smiled. âYouâre looking at me now,â she teased, loving the intimacy of him still fully sheathed inside of her as his eyes bore into her soul.Â
âHow do you feel?â Neteyam asked, gaze soft on her as he drew a palm down to caress the skin of her thigh.Â
There were remnants of a dull twinging ache between her thighs but the bliss Xi was feeling at the moment countered it all. Â
âLike I want to do that again soon,â she answered with a purred hum, eyes closed as if in pure ecstasy.Â
His eyes darkened at the sound of her voice and he felt himself begin to harden again. âI think I can make that happen,â he said, surging down to steal a kiss.Â
~
Later that night, after a few more rounds of intense lovemaking, Xilä was exhausted.Â
She had had a long day after all.Â
After Iknimaya, there was the ceremony and feast. Then there was the pairings festivity where she danced to heartâs content followed by a slew of the most brain numbing orgasms sheâd ever experienced.Â
So suffice to say she was completely beat and extremely sore.Â
âHey, no sleep just yet sweetheart,â Neteyam called softly, rousing her from her doze.Â
âTeyam,â she whined unhappily, when he pulled her to sit in front of him, jelly thighs draped over his as their still connected queues draped beside them.Â
Neteyam stretched to the side, producing a little pouch he had stashed away, and Xilä, too tired to even be curious at what he was up to, slumped into his chest, cheek finding a comfortable spot to rest.Â
âHow do you feel, Xi?â he asked, lifting her hand to unwrap her compression bandage.Â
âSore,â she rasped, voice scratchy since sheâd done a lot of screaming that night. âBut not bad,â she answered with a yawn as she cuddled further into his warmth.Â
Moving quickly and with precision, he treated her bruised wrist with the balm his grandmother had given him, clenching his jaw to contain his bubbling anger at the sight of the ugly marks still there.Â
When he finished, he rewrapped her wrist with a new bandage.Â
âBack up, baby,â he said gently, pushing her off his chest. âDrink,â he ordered, handing her a vial of pain tonic before stretching over for a water skin and making her drink half of it in one go too.Â
âI love it when you do this. It makes me feel all fluttery inside,â she admitted through squinty eyes after a gulp of water.Â
âDo what?â he asked, unable to keep the grin off his face at the sight of her sex mused hair, kiss swollen lips and soft sleepy expression.Â
âTake care of me.â
âOh yeah?â he hushed out, feeling himself melt at her confession. âWell Iâm all yours now, Xi. Youâve locked me down. So Iâm going to be taking care of you for the rest of your life.âÂ
âSounds terrible,â she sassed in mock sarcasm while simultaneously swooning on the inside.Â
Neteyam laughed.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â she mumbled with a grumpy frown.Â
âNothing. Youâre just really cute when youâre half asleep,â he said, taking the water pouch from her hands and guiding her to lay down. Â
Hydrated and unable to keep up any longer, Xilä was asleep within seconds.Â
Quite tired himself, Neteyam stretched out alongside his wife and pulled her into his arms.Â
His wife.Â
Shit.Â
Howâd he get so lucky?Â
He peered down at her, eyes tracing over her relaxed features. He could feel her calm through their still connected bond. It washed over him, subduing him into a lulled trance, until he too drifted off.Â
~
âYouâre kidding!â Xilä snapped with an angry scoff. âBut they were the assholes that started it in the first place! They were picking on Kiri! Why did you guys have to apologize?â
Neteyam smirked up at his gorgeous mate. She was seated on top of one of the nearby boulders, removing the tangles from her clean damp hair with a whittled comb while he continued to relax in the warm rippling water after their shared bath.Â
âDadâs orders,â he shrugged. âWe were the ones visiting their clan, so it was our responsibility. Dad had warned us beforehand that we had to be on our best behaviours and in his eyes since Loâak struck the first punch, it was on us.â
âWell thatâs just stupid. You were their guests. They should have been more welcoming and not judgmental little assholes,â she said defiantly. Â
âItâs in the past anyway,â he said, more for her comfort, seeing the flicker of her protectiveness begin to spark and enjoying it way too much. âWe were just all idiot teenagers back then,â he smiled.Â
âWell,â she sniffed, âif I ever come across this Aoânung and his skxawng friends, Iâll be sure to give him a piece of my mind,â she said, combing the strands a bit harder than before.Â
âOh yeah?â Neteyam teased, getting to his feet to close the short distance between them.Â
With her seated on the high boulder, they were at eye level now. âDonât talk too soon sweetheart, you might just get your chance,â he said, spreading her thighs so he could slot between them.Â
âW-what do you mean?â Xi asked, slightly distracted, swallowing hard at the sight of water droplets rippling down her husbandâs delicious build. Eyes swooping lower, she sucked in her bottom lip with a deep inhale.Â
âDadâs got a few talks in the works. Majority of the well connected clan leaders are looking to get together for a meeting sometime early next year. They want to create a network- more trading, better and easier communication methods, cross training and sharing of knowledge, just an all round discussion of change for the future ahead.â
âWow,â Xilä said awed. âBut wait, how will that give me a chance to speak to Aoânung?â
âTonowari, the Metkayinaâs olo'eyktan, offered to host the meeting at his clan...I'm going to be in attendance, and Iâd love it if my wife were at my side,â he said, tucking a strand behind her ear.Â
âShe would be honored,â Xilä whispered, smoothing her hands down his chest to palm at the panes of his abdomen.Â
Dragging her forward until she was seated at the edge of the rock, Neteyam kissed her. Pulling his queue over his shoulder, he broke their kiss and jerked his head, gesturing for her to do the same.Â
Tsaheylu made, Neteyam fucked her right there. He made her come twice before allowing himself to follow, filling her full of his seed, fingers reaching down to make sure she was stuffed with every last drop.Â
It was already their fourth day of marital bliss and every single moment had been incredible so far.
Xilä was a fucking dream and Neteyam was addicted.Â
He had stayed true to his promise and kept her naked the entire time.Â
Sex to her, he soon realized, was just like their training lessons. She was a quick learner- eager to please, eager to explore...and eager to kill him, he thought.Â
The moment her stare pierced him the first time she wrapped those pretty pouty lips around his swollen mushroom tip, he exploded. He had come in an instant, as if he were once again a fucking horny teenager.Â
And when he thought that was already bad enough, his little mate continued her torture by sucking him dry- eyes watering as her mouth swallowed him as far as her throat would allow before hollowing her cheeks as she released him with an audible POP.Â
Then while his poor soul was gasping for air, wondering what the fuck had just happened, she had the audacity to smile up at him and ask if sheâd âdone it right?âÂ
Suffice to say he had her on her back within seconds. Her voice turned hoarse that night from all the screaming sheâd done as his head stayed buried between her thighs. Tongue and fingers relentless as they teased, denied, edged and then finally gave her orgasm after orgasm. Â
Sex with Xilä was a whole new world for Neteyam. Her body was his map to explore and their bond, their connection- Tsaheylu, only made things intensely better.Â
Her pleasure was important to him, he was addicted to learning what did it for her.Â
Like how she loved her tail tugged on while she bounced on his lap, or how sheâd mewl and moan and pant and beg whenever he edged her with his tongue and fingers, even how sheâd clench around him in a vice like grip if he whispered words of praise in her ear.Â
There werenât many things that she disliked, but he learned that lesson quite quickly after he made the mistake of wrapping his hand around the front of her throat. She had completely freaked out, gasping for air even though he hadnât even given the slightest squeeze.Â
Feeling terrible, Neteyam had apologized profusely even after she assured him it was fine.Â
The turn out after that wasnât bad though. Because that day he learned another thing about herâŚhe could make her come by sucking on her tits alone if he gave them attention long enough.Â
And it was a fucking glorious sight to see.Â
On their fifth day, they agreed it would be their last. With all their lovemaking, they burned through their calories and so too their food. Neteyam had mentally berated himself for not packing more to last the entire week.
âHow do you think our tentâs coming along?â Xi wondered as they sat across each other at the folding table. âOh, UNO!â she yelled quickly, placing a red number three card in the pile with a happy tail wag.
âSorry sweetheart, draw four,â Neteyam smirked with a âha! Got you,â raise of his eyebrows, grinning at her pout and little nose scrunch. âI hope itâs finished,â he replied to her question. âOur families are going to go crazy when they find out we came back mated. Weâll need a place to hide,â he joked.Â
âI canât wait to decorate it. One of Salâs friends makes these amazing tapestries. I think Iâll ask her to make one for us if sheâs got free time- one with all the colours, I like those the most. Oh and I was thinking we could maybe reuse your hammock- if thatâs okay? I think I actually prefer it to my bed, and itâll be big enough for the both of us anyway,â she rambled with an excited expression as she rearranged her new drawn cards. âAlso where do we get the hanging chimes from? You know the ones that jingles to let you know you have compan- What?â Xi asked, flushing when she caught him staring.Â
âNothing,â Neteyam said with a soft smile. âI just canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you, is all.â Â
Xilä melted. âI canât wait either.âÂ
After he won that round, they continued discussing their plans for their home. He loved that she was so opinionated on what she wanted for it. He knew it would be her first official home- one that she created and he was more than happy to make sure she got everything she wanted.Â
Midway conversation, he noticed her squirm a little, glancing down at her lap a bit uncomfortably.Â
âCâmere baby,â he said, trying to quash his knowing grin. âAre you dripping?â he asked, as she settled against his chest.Â
âMm,â she hummed in acknowledgment. âSo, is this a thing thatâs usually done?â she asked curiously. She noticed over their stay so far, he developed a habit. Â
She felt him shrug as he slipped a hand between her parted thighs, thick digits stuffing back his leaking seed into her.Â
âNever done this with another girl before, if thatâs what youâre asking.âÂ
âYou seem to like doing it,â she noted in amusement, jerking in his hold when he accidentally grazed her still over her sensitive clit.Â
âI like everything with you,â he answered, in complete honesty, pressing a tender kiss to her pointed ear.Â
But it was the truth. There was just something about having her full of his come that he loved. It was intoxicating was all he could explain it as.Â
Xilä released a leisured sigh, relaxing into his arms as she took in the beauty of their hideaway. âIâm going to miss this place,â she said. âIâm also not looking forward to our journey home,â she grumbled somewhat, squeezing at her aching thighs knowing fully well the ride back wouldnât be any help.Â
âWant a massage?â Neteyam offered, fingers still playing between her folds.Â
Xi snorted. âNo thank you. I know well by now what your massages lead to. Iâve learnt my lesson after you offered last night. Youâre the reason they ache in the first place,â she sassed.Â
âIâm offering a serious one this time. I donât want you hurting on the ride back,â he said with a concerned frown.Â
âAlright,â she agreed. âAfter lunch though. Iâm getting peckish,â she said, halting his wrist when his playing became a bit too deliberate. She was still recovering from being pounded on her hands and knees not even an hour ago.Â
Tilting her head up along his shoulder to meet his gaze, she brought his fingers to her lips, sucking each one clean.Â
Neteyam groaned at the sight. âOh you are such a spicy little minx you, know that?âÂ
Xilä laughed. âSo youâve said a few times,â she teased, twisting up onto her knees to plonk herself in his lap. She hugged him around the waist, face snuggled into the crook of his neck- just wanting to be close to him.Â
âI thought you were hungry,â he smiled, pulling her in closer. Ever since their very first hug, he always marveled over just how perfect she fit in his arms.Â
âMmm yeah, but this is better,â she sighed in content. âJust a little longer please.âÂ
A comforting silence passed between them as they stayed wrapped up in each other. Only the sounds of the trickling waterfall, the dull roar of the wind and distant cries of creatures could be heard. It was peaceful and all was calm.Â
âSometimes I think Iâll wake up and realize it was all a dream,â Xi murmured against his skin.Â
âWhat was all a dream?âÂ
âYou. Sal, Jxo. Everything thatâs happened since I arrived hereâŚTeyam, I never thought Iâd be blessed like thisâŚI donât know what I did to deserve it. I get these feelings sometimes that Iâd wake up back in Liâona and realize it wasnât all real, and you were gone, and you werenât really mine.âÂ
âXi,â he frowned, trying to tilt back to see her face, but she didnât budge.Â
âI shouldnât have said anything. Itâs stupid I know-â
âItâs not stupid,â he said firmly. âItâs not. Xilä, please look at me.âÂ
âLetâs forget it, I donât mean to be a downer during our time together,â she said, sitting to face him with a forced smile.
âNo, we are not dropping this. Xi, babe, I want you to tell me these things- I need you too, okay? So that not only do you get it out of your system, but so I can talk you out of thinking you're not worth any of it. To tell you that those tiny whispers in your head are wrong.âÂ
Looking down, he shifted her on his lap so that he could tear off a string of beads from the front of his loincloth.Â
Taking a section of her hair, he began braiding the strands, weaving in the beads as he did.Â
âI carved these myself years ago,â he said quietly as he worked. âHere.â He gently guided her fingers to the coloured pieces. âDo you feel that? Look. Do you see them? Do they feel and look real to you?â he asked, peering down at her, pointed ears twitching earnestly.Â
Xilä nodded, brows pinched together in confusion.Â
âIf Iâm not around whenever you get those feelings again. Use this. Look at them, feel them. Theyâre real Xilä Sully. I am real. And I am happy to remind you of it whenever you need me too,â he said seriously.Â
At a loss for words, Xilä simply smiled- a real one this time, then said, âI love you Neteyam Sully.âÂ
~
After their lunch, a massage that led to one last round of lovemaking and bath, they began to pack up their things- loading up his direhorse who had spent the few days roaming free around the area just outside niwan loreyu.
The moment they crossed the border, reaching the first cluster of communities, Neteyam could tell something was off.Â
Hearing his name yelled, Neteyam spotted Spider chasing wildly after them and instantly pulled on Antoyleâs reins.Â
âSeriously man, why the hell is your comm off?â Spider spat as he ran to close the distance. âLook never mind, just go! Itâs Dâavi. Sheâs in labor and asking for Xi.â
âOh Eywa!â Xilä exclaimed from her seat in front of him.Â
Charging off, Neteyam got them there in record speed.Â
Without a glance at the gathered friends and family members, Xilä flung herself off the direhorse and headed straight into her sisterâs tent.Â
The interior had been rearranged somewhat- the usual way the healers normally did in order to prepare for a birth.Â
Moâat was stooped between a panting Dâaviâs spread legs, chanting quietly. YalnĂŻk sat behind his wife, keeping her propped up- dabbing at her forehead with a cloth while Sal and YalnĂŻkâs mother were on either side of her, holding her hands, fussing over her as they spoke soothing words of encouragement. And then there was Kiri, who shuffled around, assisting her grandmother from the side lines.Â
âOh Dâav, Iâm here, Iâm here,â Xilä cooed, moving to crouch on the same side as Sal, who let her hold Dâaviâs hand instead. The mother kissed her adoptive daughter on the temple, more than happy to have her back home.Â
âWell you sure took your time,â her sister sassed between labored breaths, accepting the kiss on the cheek Xilä gave her in greeting. âYou are lucky my children decided to wait for their aunt to arrive.â
âThey love me already,â Xi teased easily, brushing away a sweat soaked strand of hair from D'avi's forehead. âYou alright there YalnĂŻk?â she asked, noticing her brother-in-lawâs greenish hue.Â
Before he could respond however, his wife snapped.Â
âWhy do people keep asking him if he is okay? I AM the one birthing not one but two of his massive babies! Have you seen his head? Two of those are about to be pushed out of me right now! Do I look okay? Ask me! Not him! Ask me! Because I am not okay, alright? It has been HOURS and they refuse to come out! He is the reason I am here! The idiot put two of his massive headed babies in me and I am not okay! Itâs all his fault! Him and his stupid big fat dick- OH EYWA!â she cried out as a wave of pain hit her.Â
Xilä was biting down hard on her cheek as her sister ranted hysterically. Glancing around she could tell the two mothers and even Kiri were also highly amused, and like her were trying their best to school their features. Her brother-in-law on the other hand, turned crimson.Â
âBreathe Dâav, breathe. Hey, look at me,â she whispered, while Dâavi panted. âYouâre going to do great, okay? Youâre one of the strongest women I know. Youâve got this.â
Tears welling in her eyes, Dâavi tightened her grip on her hand. âI'm so happy you are here with me, Xi. I donât think I could do this without you,â she admitted softly. âYouâll help me right?â she pleaded, showing off a rare side of being vulnerable.Â
âEvery step of the way,â Xilä assured, kissing the back of her clammy hand.Â
âIt is time,â TsahĂŹk declared.Â
~
When Neteyam returned to the outskirts of Dâavi and YalnĂŻkâs tent after unloading Antoyle of their packed belongings, he was surprised to see the man standing outside- staring at the closed flap where Dâaviâs cries could be heard. Â
âYalnĂŻk?â he said as he drew near. âWhy are you out here?â Neteyam asked quietly, sending a hesitant nod in greeting to a pissed off looking Jxo who stood nearby with YalnĂŻkâs father and twin brother.Â
YalnĂŻk, who seemed a bit queasy, side-eyed him guiltily. âI got kicked out,â he whispered reluctantly.
âWhat? Why?â
Rubbing the back of his neck, the soon to be father released an embarrassed sigh. âI lookedâŚ..then I fainted. So the women kicked me out,â he admitted, frowning helplessly at the closed flap when Dâavi cried out again.Â
âAhâŚ.Right,â Neteyam said, nodding in sympathy before giving him a pat on the back in comfort.Â
âIs he still glaring?â the fisherman asked under his breath, lips barely moving.
Catching his meaning, Neteyam found Jxoâs cold hard stare before quickly averting his eyes with a fake cough. âYep.â
âFuck. Heâs never going to let me live this downâŚHey can you piss him off again like last time, so I can get off the hook?â he joked half seriously.Â
They both chuckled then instantly sobered up when their father-in-law made his way over to them.Â
âHow was the trip?â the elder asked, gruffly, glare cutting into the side of poor YalnĂŻkâs head once more.Â
âUm, good. Iâd say it was good,â Neteyam said awkwardly, avoiding the manâs obvious appraisal, hoping he couldnât suddenly read minds and see the flashes of what exactly happened between him and Xilä on said trip.Â
There was no way in hell he was mentioning that heâd taken the manâs daughter as his mate while he was in this pissed a mood.Â
Neteyam was saved from Jxoâs further questions however, when the cry of a babyâs voice rang out, startling them all.Â
~
A girl and a boy.Â
Dâavi birthed two healthy, gorgeous babies, and Xilä was already in love.Â
She was not the only one it seemed. Sal, Jxo and both of YalnĂŻkâs parents were completely smitten with their grandbabies.Â
When the okay was given for them to come in, Xilä stood on the sidelines as she witnessed their joys of pure unconditional love.
Big, gruff Jxo was soft and tender as he greeted his daughter first. Kissing a still sobbing Dâavi on the forehead, telling her how proud he was of her. Sal was also a slew of tears as she held out baby Lâeo to meet his grandfather for the first time.Â
Meanwhile tiny baby Lâeya who was nestled in the arms of her tearful father was being cooed and awed over by her other grandparents. YalnĂŻkâs brother grinned widely as he welcomed his twin to fatherhood, teasing him that his own twins now each had their own little playmate.Â
These two babies had not even been in the world a full hour, and yet they already had so many people who loved them.Â
It was a beautiful sight and Xiläâs heart felt full.Â
An arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her in for a comforting side hug. It was TsahĂŹk. Kiri had left not too long ago, carrying their supplies back to the healerâs tent.Â
âCongratulations to you too my dear,â Moâat murmured, causing Xiâs head to flick to hers in surprise. âOh come now child, donât look at me like that. Did you honestly think I could not sense your bond to my grandson the minute you stepped into this tent?âÂ
Xilä flushed, pointed ears tingling with embarrassment that it had been so obvious to the elder.Â
âDonât worry, I wonât say a word until you two are ready,â the grandmother continued, turning back to survey the sweet affair before them. âBut this means I can begin to advance your training even further now.âÂ
âMy training?â
âMm yes...It wonât be for years of course, but you will make a fine TsahĂŹk when the time comes,â Moâat said frankly.Â
Xiläâs jaw dropped.Â
~
âXi darling,â Sal called softly when she re-entered the tent much later that night. âNeteyam is outside for you,â she said, reaching out to take the drowsy baby girl from her arms.
The tent was quiet, save for the suckling sounds of Lâeo feasting on an exhausted Dâaviâs breast and the low snores of YalnĂŻk at her side. The poor man had been up with his wife since the night before when her contractions first began.Â
âAlright thanks, Iâll be right back,â Xi whispered in response, easing the tiny baby into her grandmotherâs arms. Â
Heading outside, Xilä flung herself at Neteyam the moment she was within reach and he caught her around the waist with ease. Â
Feet dangling off the ground, Neteyam took advantage of the position to walk them into the shadows between two tents.Â
âHi sweetheart,â he murmured, hiking her higher to steal a kiss.Â
âHi handsome,â she smiled, titling her jaw to grant him further access when his lips began to make a path across her skin. Â
âHowâs Dâavi and the twins?â he asked, settling her back down on the low grass, keeping her locked in his arms.Â
âTheyâre great. Dâav is resting and the twins- gosh Teyam, theyâre the sweetest little things. I canât wait for you to meet them,â she whispered with gleaming eyes.Â
âThatâs amazing,â murmured, pecking her on the lips again, like the addicted man he was. âDid you have dinner? I can go get you something- and for Dâavi too of course,â he offered, ears twitching in concern as he peered down at her.
She shook her head, heart fluttering at his sweetness. âSalâs cook mates brought us a really nice spread a couple hours ago. I had two entire bowls of hot stew.â
âOkay good. Are you staying here tonight? To help out?â he asked.
Xi bit her lip and nodded in response. It was on the tip of her tongue to apologize for choosing to stay the night here, instead of with him, but the knowing look he shot her had her swallowing the apology. She knew he didnât mind, but she still couldnât help feeling a small pang of guilt.Â
âListen,â she started a bit apprehensively. âI was thinkingâŚso this is a really big moment for Dâavi right nowâŚand I donât-â her mouth twisted, unsure how to word what she was trying to say.Â
âBaby, itâs fine,â Neteyam assured, reading her worry all too well. âI donât mind waiting to tell our families about us. Itâll be a good thing- Hey Iâm serious,â he emphasized, seeing her uncertainty. âI honestly donât mind stalling all the impending fuss and lectures waiting for us,â he joked. âBut youâre right. This is your sisterâs moment.âÂ
She mentally sighed in relief, sending a quiet thank you to Eywa for blessing her with the most thoughtful mate in the universe. âThank youâŚUm, also, Teyam, it's your birthdayâs next week. Whatâs the council going to say?â she frowned, worrying her bottom lip.Â
âThatâs for me to handle Xi. Donât worry about them, alright? How about we go see our tent later tomorrow?â he asked instead, steering the conversation to a lighter topic.Â
It seemed to work because Xi lit up the way he loved to see. âOkay,â she agreed quickly. âOh and maybe after we can go for a quick fly around? I want to see my Journey again.â
âWhatever you want, baby,â he sang, bending at the waist to lift her by the thighs, just because he could. âNow, listen here wife. Iâm going to be sleeping all alone tonight. So Iâm going to need something to remember you by,â he said in mock seriousness, nudging her nose with his expectantly.Â
Xilä laughed at his dramatics, but eagerly leaned in anyway to kiss her husband goodbye.Â
~Â
Before Neteyam knew it, three fast weeks flew by.
His days were filled with the tedious works of reinforcing their borders, upping their security from roaming palulukans and heading numerous planning and development strategy meetings.Â
Whereas Xiläâs days were split between helping Dâavi settle into motherhood and continuing her studies with his grandmother.Â
On those few nights when Xi wasnât at her sisterâs, or he wasnât on watch, Neteyam would sneak into her room at Sal and Jxoâs, where they were back to being as silent as possible.Â
Jxo however, seemed to have developed a sixth sense overtime and would often drop smartass remarks to him.Â
âYou dragged your feet last night. I thought you were a highly skilled warrior?â or âWhy donât you just save yourself the trouble and wake the whole village with all that racket you make sneaking in. Youâre not fooling anybody.âÂ
Suffice to say and much to Xiläâs displeasure, Neyetam refused to touch her in any sexual capacity while under Sal and Jxoâs roof. And so they had become creative when it came to their lovemaking.Â
Then there was Neteyamâs birthday.Â
Twenty-four years of life.Â
It had been a quiet affair after much begging on his part. He really didnât want any grand celebrations or masses of attention.Â
His family held an intimate gathering at their home tent where halfway through, he and Xi snuck out and made their escape from Camp. They spent the remainder of the day, flying, relaxing and enjoying gratuitous amounts of extremely loud sex- niwan loreyu had been a most welcomed hideaway once more.Â
When he revealed he was officially a taken man to the entire Council the day after, almost all of the members congratulated him- most looking relieved he was finally in a secure match- others not as pleased with who he had chosen.
Feâska, Leatiâs mother had turned sour. He knew even after admitting his betrothal to Xi, the woman still held out the hope that heâd end up with her daughter.Â
Jake, who was seated at the head of the table however, simply smirked and sent his son a âgood on you,â nod as his eyes shined proudly.Â
The Council however were against Neteyam putting off the announcement of his pairing with Xilä, but his father had finally put his foot down and overruled them all, citing that his son would do that on his own terms and that now they were all being âfucking ridiculousâ with their demands.Â
Neteyam appreciated it when Jake then held them all to an oath of secrecy.Â
But that was two weeks agoâŚ
Now, however.Â
The jig was up.Â
The moment Neteyam walked into Dâavi and YalnĂŻkâs tent that morning to check in on Xi, he stopped dead in his tracks.Â
âShit. Here we go,â he thought with an accepting sigh of defeat, feeling the sting of the stares from the women seated around the table before him.Â
They knewâŚ.Â
~
Oh my goodness. This took way too long to write and edit and I lost some of it- just DRAMA with this part.
But enough about that....you guysssss. They're mated! Gah I could cry because it's been such a journey.
I hope I did the love scenes justice. I just really wanted fluff Fluff FLUFFY throughout this part.
Also, I did that thing again when the part was getting way too long. So I had to cut and put it in the next one.
Anywhoo...I hope you guys enjoyed it.
Please let me know your thoughts, you already know I love hearing from you all :)
Ps. I have no full knowledge about the Naâvi and their body anatomy and how everything works. So I used my imagination for the first time sex and baby birthing scene.
Ps. Ps. So it ended on a bit of a cliff hanger which I absolutely hate doing. But I figured you guys could get involved and share how you think the women in Neteyam and Xi's life may react to them hiding the fact that they're already mates.
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