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His Fierce Flower

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BF2L, Slow Burn - Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Neteyam and Enyu, childhood best friends are both obliviously in love with each other. This is their story.

Important to note before reading:

Warning: This Part Contains Sexual Themes

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam is 23.

En'yuna or Enyu for short (pronounced as N Yunna or N U), is my own creation.

Full recognition, rights and credit is given to the owners of Avatar.

Part 13 - Reunion

“It doesn’t need to be stitched does it?” Enyu asked, wincing slightly as the Tsahìk cleaned the cut on her temple.

“Thankfully, no. It’s not as deep as I thought. You bled a lot though.” Mo’at rinsed the cloth in some water then continued to gently sponge at the dried blood. “How’s your head? Any headaches? Nausea? Cloudy vision?”

“Ah no- well, not anymore. It did throb awfully but that was hours ago. Hurts much less now.”

“Hmm. No concussion then, nevertheless keep an eye out for any change and-” Mo’at paused when she pushed Enyu’s hair off her shoulder to reach the wound better, then blinked in mild disbelief at the younger Na’vi’s now exposed neck. The elder sniffed in amusement then said, “Those are some interesting bruises on your neck En’yuna.”

Enyu frowned as she trailed her fingers over her neck in slight puzzlement. She didn’t remember falling or anything hitting her neck that could’ve- Neteyam!

Oh Great Mother!

Blushing furiously at the memory of how she’d gotten said bruises, she kept her head tilted downward in hopes that the Tsahìk would not see her expression.

Why did he have to leave marks?! Eywa! Can you not give me a break?! First Jake, then Neytiri and now his grandmother!

She was mortified to say the least.

“Uhh, I- I guess I probably got them when the tent collapsed and never realized...” she fibbed pathetically. She knew it was fruitless though. The elder was not stupid and probably already knew what type of bruises they were, she was a healer for goodness sake and she wasn’t born yesterday either.

“Mmhmmm.” The Tsahìk hummed disbelievingly as she began adding ingredients into her mortar and pestle, sniffing a few leaves and powders before tossing those in as well.

With the grandmother momentarily distracted by her concoction, Enyu glanced over to check on Tuk who was seated a couple steps away with two of her little friends.

Tuk seemed in far better spirits now that the commotion in the cave had calmed down.

Enyu had truly lost track of how long they had been there for but no new injured warriors had been brought in, in a long while, which she took as a good sign. Although, she still constantly glanced at the cave's entrance, willing Neteyam to appear, wishing the whole thing could just end already.

They were told that the warriors had left the vicinity quite some time ago and that they were heading straight to the RDA's base, pushing to end the war for good.

As things settled, she eventually told Tuk that she’d won the “No Looking Back Game” and allowed for them both to stretch their legs to go visit the little one’s grandmother.

The Tsahìk had scolded her for taking so long to have her injury treated, then immediately ordered her to sit so that she could tend to it herself. Tuk had ventured not too far away, finding her friends and instantly began chatting with them. It was good to see her smile again.

Mo’at tutted in disappointment at Enyu’s pathetic response as she ground the stone. “Bah! I don’t know why I bother with the two of you. Hopeless! Stupid! Both of you!”

Eynu’s head flung to eye the elder beside her as she continued to mutter underneath her breath. “…what was the point…Yaćksön…be dead before they…great grandbabies…fools…Neteyam…stupid…Oh Great Mother…”

“Ummm…Tsahìk?” Understanding slowly washed over her. The jig was up, Enyu realized. At the mention of her best friend's name, she grasped what the healer was trying to say about the two of them. She knew the healer figured out it was Neteyam who had given her the love bites and Enyu fought hard to control her mortification…but Yaćksön?

What did that mean?

“Hmm?”

“What- ah..you just said Yaćksön’s name…” Putting the pieces together but not wanting to sound like she was accusing the healer of anything, she tried, “Did- did you…”

“Purposely not tell Neteyam where you would be that day in the forest, amongst other things? Yes. What of it?”

Enyu choked on her saliva at the blatant admission. “Uhhh…why?” She asked, in a hushed and utterly confused tone.

The elder stopped her stirring and turned towards her again. Ignoring Enyu’s question and looking thoroughly fed up, she asked her own question instead, “Do you love my grandson?”

Enyu choked once again. Spluttering, she said, “Of- of course I do.”

“No. You misunderstand me child. There is a difference between loving someone and being in love with them. So tell me. Do you love Neteyam?”

“Yes.” Enyu admitted the truth without hesitation but in a hushed whisper, almost as if she said it out loud he might hear her- however far away he may have been at the moment. Her heart was pounding in her eardrums with their current conversation- nerves spiking. The grandmother sure had a way of being invasive. What if she disapproved of them?

“And have you told him that yet?”

“Well...the thing is, not exa-”

“Has he told you?”

“…Uhhmm-”

“If you have to think about it, that means no Enyu,” Mo’at deadpanned.

“No…but-”

“Then I was right. Both of you…stupid fools.” The healer sighed exasperatedly then began to spread the sweet smelling paste onto her wound and Enyu’s eyes watered at the sting when it made contact with her cut.

“Tsahìk.” Enyu admittedly felt a bit hurt by the healer’s words. She was about to tell her that she and Neteyam were going to be mated despite the lack of the “in love with yous”, but she figured now wasn't the right time too. The healer was a hard Na'vi to read sometimes.

There was however something nagging at her and with Mo’at being so open and honest right then and there, she found some semblance of bravery to finally ask a question she’d had for years. “Tsahìk, can I ask you a question?”

At her nod, Enyu asked, “Is it true that future Olo'eyktan usually have an arranged marriage?”

Mo’at glanced over to one of her patients who she was keeping a close eye on and considered her words before responding honestly. “It was the tradition, yes.”

“Was? Not- not anymore?” She asked, trying to sound indifferent but the healer hummed knowingly at her.

“My Tiri and her JakeSully broke that tradition a long time ago.”

“And now..?”

“And now, I can safely say that my son in law was very adamant with the council that he would not be continuing the practice with his own son.”

“Oh…” Enyu replied, feeling relieved.

The elder sighed then grasped Enyu’s hand with one of her own. “My child. I never told you this but… I made a promise to your grandmother a long time ago- way before her parting, that I would make sure you end up with an honourable and loving man. Now, I may be biased but I can think of no one better than my ‘Teyam. Your love for each other is so strong, so fierce that it is maddening how long it has taken you both to notice.”

Enyu’s eyes had misted at the mention of her grandmother but then she huffed a little laugh when she heard the rest of Mo’at’s words. Even his grandmother noticed!

“And…there is also the fact that I am getting older. My daughter will be Tsahìk soon, she is ready. I have served my people for many many decades now and I do not want to live out the rest of my days tending to wounds until my parting- far better now that we’ve been told the war is ending. I have no husband to spend it with, so I want to live it by enjoying my days with my family…and I want great grand babies. Soon En’yuna.”

Enyu flushed deeply at the elder's words and once again, like her conversation with Tuk months ago, an image of her and Neteyam making a baby, flashed in her mind.

Mo’at tilted her chin up. “Do you understand what I am trying to say my dear?” She asked, softly.

“Yes. I- I think so Tsahìk.”

“Good. Good…and I want you to call me grandmother from now on,” she said with a rare full blown grin.

Feeling emotional, Enyu nodded and reached her arms out to hug the elder tightly. She was extremely grateful for the relationship they had. Not many could say they knew the Tsahìk like she did.

Mo'at chuckled and when they pulled away she said, "Alright, alright. Let me finish this and then I will check the scrapes on your back.”

“Do you see them yet?”

“Not yet,” Enyu answered Tuk as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd of standing Na,vis.

The war was over.

Warriors were slowly trickling into the cave, reuniting with their friends and families and she and Tuk were anxiously waiting for the rest of the Sully family to appear.

Many of the Tipani clan warriors also trickled in, looking fierce and intimidating, all dressed in their impressive armor.

She smiled when she spotted a haggard and bruised looking Na’vi embrace his weeping, pregnant mate, rubbing his hand lovingly over her tiny bump, bending to kiss it.

“Mommy!” Tuk scrambled out of her arms and dashed at full speed, squeezing between bodies to leap into the arms of her mother.

Enyu followed closely behind, beaming at the reunited pair, standing back to allow them their moment.

A few feet away was a tearful reunion between an elder and her warrior son. She also spotted her roommate Hvatia who smiled and waved at her in passing as she moved quickly to go find her family.

“Hey there Tiny,” called a familiar low voice from behind her.

“Lo!” Flinging around, she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him in a rib cracking hug. He laughed and squeezed her back.

“Are you okay?” She asked, tightening her hold, she felt like she hadn’t seen him in a lifetime.

“I promise, I’m fine. Not a scratch on me…but I might not be when you’re done squeezing the life out of my body!” He joked, patting her back.

She loosened her hold and stepped back, "Sorry. I'm just really glad you're okay."

Something over her head seemed to have caught his eye and his expression changed to one she'd never seen on him before. It was soft and… shy?

No...that couldn't be it.

His ears and eyebrows perked momentarily before an instant scowl appeared.

Curious, she looked over her shoulder and caught the eye of a beautiful Tipani warrior who seemed to be observing her interaction with Lo'ak before turning away to accept water from an omaticaya female.

"Who's that?" She asked.

He cleared his throat, "No one."

Enyu raised an eyebrow knowingly. "She's pretty. Beautiful actually."

He shrugged, "I didn't notice. I know she almost got me killed out there tonight though."

"What?! What do you mean?" Her head snapped to eye the girl again, protective instincts kicking in as she glared but the girl didn't seem to notice. "Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"

Lo'ak gave an exaggerated exhale then smirked at his friend. "Gosh, I can't believe missed your nagging Tiny. Come here." He hugged her once more with the assurance that he was okay and that he was only teasing.

When they pulled back Tuk was there, eagerly waiting her turn to greet her brother, charging at him with an excited squeal.

Glancing once again at the entrance, Enyu bit her lip in anticipation. Where was he?

A hand on her elbow pulled her attention away. “He’s with his father. They were just wrapping up a few things with the Tipani’s Chief,” said Neytiri with a soft smile, as if reading her thoughts.

“Oh my sweet Enyu...” The mother tugged her into her arms. “I’m so happy to see you. Thank you for taking care of my baby. You are always so good to us. Too good.” Neytiri pulled away with teary eyes.

“Of course, you’re welcome. It’s- I’m always happy to. You're my family... I’ll do anything for you all.”

Neytiri sniffled slightly at her words then squeezed her close again.

“Alright, I think I deserve a turn now.”

With a gasp at the sound of his voice, Enyu pulled back from her and Neytiri’s embrace to see him standing a few steps away with his hands planted on his hips.

Was he always so tall?

Panting faintly in excitement, her eyes roamed over him, from head to toe as he greedily drank her in as well. He looked tired but seemed to be fine otherwise. Having imagined this moment repeatedly, she thought she would have cried but right now all she felt was pure joy at the sight of him unharmed.

She felt electrified by his intense gaze and her body immediately responded to him. Enyu felt a pull as if her body were a magnet being drawn to his own. Following that pull, she moved, one foot after the other as if she had to remind herself how to walk, stopping two steps away.

“Why are you so far away?” He asked, fighting hard to tame his grin.

Enyu licked her lips then replied with total honesty in a quiet voice. “Just- just making sure that you’re real. I saw you walk through that entrance in my mind far too many times. Disappointed each time you’d disappear.”

His face softened and he immediately closed the distance between them. With his body brushing against hers now, he lifted her wrist to place her palm against the hard pane of his chest so that she could feel his heartbeat.

Covering her hand completely with his own, he leaned closer to her face then asked, “Feel real enough to you now, Flower?”

She inhaled deeply- comforted by his familiar smell and lifted her gaze from their hands to his eyes, then down to stare at his lips, licking hers unconsciously. “Very real,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

And then they were kissing.

She didn’t know who moved first but Neteyam’s both hands cupped the base of her skull, fingers sinking into the strands of her hair, thumbs lifting her jaw to meet him at a better angle as he kissed her passionately.

Enyu lifted onto her toes, gripping his thick wrists for balance as she kissed him back just as enthusiastically.

She didn’t know a lot about kissing, since only having her first one in haste not too long ago but if she had to describe this kiss, she’d say it was utterly and immensely breath taking.

Neteyam kissed her as if he were trying to kiss all the air out of her- down to her last breath. He licked at the seam of her lips and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth which caused her to moan lowly and tighten her grip on his wrists. He tugged her bottom lip down and his tongue licked into her mouth- her tail shot up at the sensation of their tongues clashing and her body shivered, wanting more.

He’d just titled his head to the other side, moving her head with his hands to deepen their kiss when she heard-

“Hey...I thought they weren’t mates, Mommy…why are they kissi- hey stop it Lo’ak! Don’t cover my eyes! Let me go!”

Ripping her lips away from Neteyam’s, Eynu breathed deeply, greedily gulping down mouthfuls of air. She buried her forehead into his chest, covering her flushed face with her hands.

It was as if they were in their own world. She’d gotten so carried away, she’d forgotten that they were surrounded by not only their entire clan but also the Tipani clan warriors…and his family who were standing only a few steps away.

She felt his chest rumble with laughter at her embarrassment as he hugged her close, palming at the skin on her back.

Groaning, she pinched his side lightly then looked up at him. “They're not still looking, are they?”

“Mmm nope. We’re good.” He lied, kissing the top of her head to hide his grin.

Peeking out of their cuddled position, she squeaked then pinched his side again when she realized he fibbed.

His entire family except Jake stood goggling at them.

Kiri, who had joined them, was leaning her weight against Spider. She rolled her eyes as if she were annoyed by their display but her tiny smile gave away her true affection.

Spider whistled at them then wiggled his eyebrows at her. He had a black eye, his arm was in a sling and his tail looked slightly mangled. Enyu made a speedy mental note to ask him about it later. She also wondered how he was holding up given the predicament with his father being the one leading the enemy.

Tuk was in her brother’s arms struggling against his hold before he finally removed his hand from covering her eyes. Free at last she looked at Enyu and Neteyam, her cute face stretched tight as she smiled from ear to ear, her little tail wagging excitedly.

Lo’ak smirked then called out, “Hey Tiny, blink twice if you need someone to rescue you! I bet- Ow! Mom! I was joking!”

Neytiri had smacked him upside the head with a scowl, then instantly turned back to beam at the couple before her.

Mo’at was the only one to approach them though- with that usual hard expression upon her face. “Took you two long enough,” she muttered, gruffly.

Facing her grandson seriously, she said, “I hope you would be wise in asking for permission for her hand Neteyam. I am only assuming of course that you will be taking her as your mate, given the state of her poor neck. No?”

Turning a furious shade of purple, it was his turn now to feel embarrassed as he nodded dutifully, trying to find the right words to respond. “Yes, grandmother I am. I-”

Tutting at him to shut him up she glanced behind her at the rest of the Sully clan who were no longer paying attention to them. Jake was here now, reuniting with his daughters. She jutted her chin to them, “Just make you ask her family for permission. Yes? I will give you my blessing as well once you ask me.”

Comprehension dawned upon him and his lips tugged up. “Of course grandmother,” he replied, glancing a little nervously at the Na’vi who was still tucked in his embrace.

She was smiling at Mo’at though, happy tears threatening to spill from her eyes, so he squeezed her gently and couldn’t help pressing a sweet kiss against her blushing cheek, his own grin widening.

...

“Daddy guess what?! 'Teyam kissed NuNu…on the lips!”

The Toruk Makto’s booming, authoritative voice echoed around the cave as he addressed his people. His wife, second in command- Ts’olbia and a menacing looking Tipani warrior, who Enyu assumed was their own second in command, stood by Jake's side, flanking him.

“My brothers…sisters…my family. Tipani friends! It’s finally over for good. The Sky People, the RDA, they are no more!”

Hoots and howls of elation erupted from the crowd and the leader grinned and whooped along with them. Jake continued by briefly informing them of what happened on the battlefield and how they were able to pull it off.

He was very candid with them, going on to say that although they'd been ambushed, the Na’vi people knew the lands far better and used it to their advantage. With the aid of the Tipani clan and then later on from the Anurai clan who met them at the RDA base, they were able to wipe the lands of the Sky People.

The people of High Camp roared again, some crying tears of joy, others hugging their family members. Allowing them their moment, he then raised a hand and they quieted once more. With open honesty, Jake shared that he and his family had planned to leave for the protection of the clan, only to have the RDA show up the day before they left. At the sound of worried murmurs, his wife assured the people that she and her husband were there to stay for good, now that the threat was gone.

Jake looked pained as he continued. “Unfortunately during this fight….a few of us didn’t make it. So together we will mourn the loss of our loved one’s…”

Enyu stood on the side lines as Jake made his speech, along with the Sully siblings and Spider- Tuk in her arms once more. The back of her head rested against Neteyam’s chest as he stood behind her, looking on over her head, acting as a pillar of strength for her as she listened to Jake list the names of all those they had lost. He wrapped his arms around her and Tuk, warming them with his body heat from the unexpected chill that swept through the cave. Tuk cuddled closer, seeking her warmth.

She silently said a prayer to Eywa, thankful that every one of her family members had returned to her. She knew what it was like to lose loved ones. She did not envy her people’s pain, so she also prayed for their peace as well. Realizing she’d zoned out momentarily, she shook her head and continued to pay attention.

“-I don’t pretend to stand here with all the answers. Our home is in shambles, we have many injured and wounded and- and we have a lot to consider for the wellbeing of our people. A few of the Tipani warriors will be staying with us for some time, helping us rebuild, so please welcome them and treat them as our own. We will convene again sometime tomorrow but for now, we all need rest.

I know it’s a tight fit, but we’ll all stay here tonight. The air at High Camp still lingers with smoke and fumes…it’s not safe, especially for our children,” as if thinking about his daughter, he looked right in their direction, eyes locking with the little one in her arms. Tuk grinned and waved at him sweetly and his stoic disposition cracked as he gave her a tired smile in return. He was such a sucker for his kids.

“So yeah, I know it’s cramped but feel free to utilize the tunnels if you can’t find any space. I'm sure you can all tell, temperature also seems to be changing," he frowned and made eye contact with Norm who mouthed something to him. "We'll get some blankets organized in the meantime. We’re getting food, water and a few other items sent down in a bit as well, a team is already working on it as we speak, so please help yourselves to what you need."

A wide grin broke out on his face. "You all did damn good today. I thank each and everyone of you. You should all be proud,” he nodded at them all in admiration. “Get some rest everyone.”

“Here you go. Is that enough for you?”

“This is great, thank you,” said the red eyed looking Na’vi who forced a smile her way. The poor dear looked like she’d been crying for days. Taking the food from Enyu she turned and began dividing it up between her two swaddled children. They seemed to be a little younger than Tuk- twins by the looks of it.

“She lost her mate,” whispered F’valii as they walked a few steps away.

“Oh Great Mother…that’s terrible!” She exclaimed, quietly, glancing back at the mother and her two little boys once more.

“Yeah, it is…I am happy to hear that we won the war but… losing people, it- I just hate it.”

For the first time since knowing her, she noticed that F’valii’s eyes watered. Stopping, she looked down at her basket and sniffled. “I lost my human friend Nelly. I- I was supposed to teach her how to weave and she was going to help me find a mate…be my wingwoman- is what she called it.”

Frowning deeply, Enyu propped her own basket against her hip and squeezed her friend's shoulder in sympathy. “I am so so sorry for your loss F’valii. Truly.”

Patting her hand appreciatively, her roommate nodded then jutted her chin out to signal that they should continue. “We should finish handing these out now. It's getting colder and I want to rest.”

Enyu had volunteered along with a few others to help hand out the goods that were brought down. Food, water, more medical supplies and blankets.

The temperature seemed to have dropped tremendously. Then again it was the middle of the night and the cave was quite some feet below the ground, so she figured the combination of the two must have been the reason for the extreme chill. Unfortunately, Norm had said it had something to do with a "polar vortex" and a bunch of other science human words that made no sense to her, so she tuned it out and didn't worry seeing that they weren't panicking themselves.

Enyu chatted momentarily with Hvatia and her elderly grandfather, both joyful at being reunited when she felt as if she were being watched. In the corner of her eye she spotted the beautiful Tipani female who Lo'ak had been so secretive about. She sent a smile her way but the intimidating girl turned her stare away.

Not deterred, she made her way over and stooped to her level. Two fingers to her forehead in respect, she then offered the girl the last food parcel. "Hi. I'm En'yuna. Welcome."

"O'tley," she said, returning the gesture.

"Are you comfortable? Can I get you anything else?"

"No," she snapped, which caused Enyu's ears to twitch in hurt.

The girl closed her eyes and tugged on a braid, "I'm sorry. I figure I am probably tired and not the best company right now. Maybe even a little annoyed honestly."

"It's alright, all of this can be a lot overwhelming for many. Can I ask why annoyed though?"

"I may have misunderstood your mate's...friendliness is all," she said, sheepishly.

"My mate?"

"Yes, Lo'ak. He's very um- well..." she gestured to the clutter of items surrounding her. She was covered in what looked like three blankets, she had two water skins and a small growing collection of mismatched food options.

"He got you all of these?"

O'tley pursed her lips and nodded.

Understanding washed over her and Enyu beamed. Oh this was just the cutest thing ever!

"O'tley, Lo'ak isn't my mate. He's like my brother actually," she chuckled.

"Really?" She asked in a sweet, almost hopeful tone. "Not that I care of course. He- I don't know him but I know he's reckless. I had to save his life tonight."

Enyu's eyes glinted. "Oh yeah? Well he said you actually almost got him killed."

"What? No! Great Mother. I swear the next time I see him I'll-"

“Hey. Are you about finished?” She heard Neteyam’s voice call from behind her.

Standing, she noticed he had two blankets swung over one shoulder and the strap of a water skin was hooked on his pinkie finger, while the other fingers gripped an emergency bundle that resembled the one she and Tuk had gotten earlier at the start.

Neteyam had a soft smile upon his face but he looked extremely exhausted. She frowned at his fatigued state.

“Hey, yeah I’m done now. I was just chatting with O'tley here. O'tley this is Neteyam, Lo'ak's brother.”

He nodded at her in greeting before staring at Enyu again, expectedly, tail wagging eagerly. He wanted her already.

O'tley's eyes bounced back and forth between the two, who seemed to be lost in their own world, immediately sensing their connection.

He wordlessly reached out for Enyu with his free hand and without hesitation she held hers out as well, allowing him to link their fingers. She sent a quick "goodbye and we'll chat soon" to her new Tipani friend, who smiled amusedly at them. He then turned to lead her through the many settled people, packed within the confines of the cave. As they walked, she handed her empty basket off in passing to someone who was still handing out goods and sent a quick wave to F’valii who was loading up her basket once more.

Enyu remained silent as he led them out of the cave and into the tunnel. It seemed as if mostly warriors were settling into the nooks and crannies of the pathways there. She didn’t question him as he detoured from the main tunnel, venturing further away to a secluded pathway, far remote from the others.

Walking further down he turned right and they met a dead end. Within the confines of the three walls there, there was a blanket already spread out on the ground of the little nook and a small electric lamp basked the space in artificial light. The lamp hung from the wall, hooked on what looked like…Neteyam’s knife?

“I ah, kind of had to improvise…just jammed it into the wall,” Neteyam said, quickly when he noticed her observing his contraption. He turned a bit sheepish as he released her hand to gesture at the area. “I hope it’s okay, I tried to make it as comf-”

He stopped talking when she pulled his face down to give him a quick distracting kiss. “I love it,” she murmured against his lips, pulling back and letting out a tiny giggle at the dazed expression on his face.

Taking the bundle from his hand she sat on the blanket. “Come sit Tey. You��re dead on your feet and I'm freezing,” she said as she unwrapped the cloth covered goods and unpacked two pouches of dried berries, some smoked meat and some Sari seeds. Neteyam was allergic to Sari seeds so she tossed those to the side. She’d trade them in the morning for something else.

“I am starving.” He gulped down a mouthful of water as he tossed the blankets to the side and took a seat next to her. He emptied an entire pouch of berries into his mouth, barely chewing before he was swallowing quickly. He reached for the other pouch to offer her some but when she shook her head, he devoured those too. Mo’at had ordered her to sit and eat after she dressed her head wound, hours ago, so she'd be fine until morning. She thought he needed the food more, anyway.

Enyu tugged a blanket over her folded legs to combat the chill, then unwrapped the meat and handed it to him next. He ate that too quickly too, swallowing more water in between bites, pausing frequently to yawn. She rubbed his back and kissed his shoulder affectionately as she sat and watched him eat.

“I'm sorry Flower. I’m sucky company tonight.” He rubbed the heel of his palm into an eye and pushed the last bit of meat into his mouth.

“Don’t be silly,” she said, tugging his wrist to stop the assault on his poor eye, then handed him the water skin once more.

When he finished his drink she moved to kneel between his splayed legs and began to remove his comm device from his ear and neck. She unclasped his beaded neck piece, warrior belt and knife sheath. He also had on his armoured forearm brace, so she slipped that off him as well, rubbing the welts it caused on his skin.

“Teyam, lay down,” she ordered in a gentle voice, pushing him back. He obeyed, getting comfortable as she wrapped his things in the cloth the food had come in. She removed her own knife sheath- tossing it to the side, then made a makeshift pillow for them to share by rolling up one of the blankets. Finally laying down, she covered them both with the last blanket and cuddled into him.

Neteyam groaned contentedly and tugged her closer, one palm smoothing down her spine to palm over one of her ass cheeks as he nuzzled the top of her head, careful of the bandage on her temple. The fallen tent and thankfully not done any damage to her back save a few scrapes that would heal on their own.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this Flower.” He kneaded her rounded flesh absentmindedly.

“My…butt cheek?” She asked genuinely and innocently, confused. Probably just the tiredness talking.

He huffed and leaned up on an arm, blending to kiss her sweetly on the mouth, just because he could. “Well sure, that feels good too…but no I just wanted you in my arms since the moment I left you in my bed and now I finally have you...I’m sorry I’m so tired though.”

“Stop apologizing for that, you’ve been barely sleeping for days now and you've been out fighting in a war- non stop, for hours and hours! I am just so happy that you are safe. Now come here already, please lay down and sleep Ma'Teyam.” The name slipped out of her naturally and the corner of his lips curled upwards.

He didn’t budge at her pulling though. “Can you take this off though…please?” He was tugging at her shelled top as if the article were a nuisance. With well practised fingers, she unhooked it and tossed it on top of the pile of his other things.

“Better?”

He nodded. Flicking off the lamp he laid on top of her, blanketing her in much needed warmth. His cheek pressed against her chest, nose brushing a dusty blue nipple. He tapped her thigh and she automatically widened her legs so that his board frame could slot between them.

The position, was meant to comforting for them both and not sexual by any means, but is didn't stop her nipples from pebbling and between her legs to dampen.

Enyu ran her fingers through his braids and against his scalp, while her other hand caressed the skin of his upper back soothingly. He was heavy but there was nowhere else she wanted him to be.

“Flower,” he said drowsily, he was on the cusp of sleep, “I'll tell you tomorrow okay.” His words were muffled against her bare skin.

“Tell me what?” She asked, straining to hear his voice.

“Tha am in lo wih ew.”

His words were slurred but she understood him just fine.

That I’m in love with you.

Enyu woke up feeling warm and well rested. Yawning with a little stretch, she turned her head to watch the sleeping Na’vi next to her. They were no longer touching, he had moved off of her some time during the night, and stayed laying on his stomach- head resting on his forearms.

She smiled at him as she traced the contours of his face with her eyes. Taking in his messy braids, the bulge of his bicep and the ripple of muscles along his back, the healed scar from when he'd been wounded months ago. Their blanket was slung low on his hips, giving her a tiny peak of the base of his tail and a glimpse of one butt cheek. The rest of him was hidden from view and she had to fight not to pout at that.

He was no longer a boy, he was all man now and he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Enyu closed her eyes in frustration when she felt that space between her legs become damp with moisture once again. She laid there and played back the amorous night they had shared. How he had rolled his hips against hers, how he had made her feel things she'd never felt before. She wanted more.

Mustering her strength, she sat up and scooted closer to the edge of the blanket where her top was tossed aside. She decided to get them some food before he woke up, she didn't think what he had last night was sufficient for a Na'vi of his stature. But just as she picked up the shelled design, a hand wrapped around her tail and tugged.

She squeaked as large hands gripped under her arms and pulled her flush into a cradle of strong legs.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Neteyam’s raspy voice asked in her ear, taking her top and tossing it to the side again once more. “I felt you staring at me and now you’re trying to sneak out? Rude. What do you have to say for yourself?” He chastised her with a nip to the flesh of her shoulder and her body immediately reacted as she felt him prodding her backside. Head lolling to the side against his shoulder as he continued his attack on her skin, she closed her eyes and hummed pleasurably.

Yesss, this was what she wanted.

Large hands smoothed against the skin of her waist, gliding up her ribs to completely cup her flushed breasts. She gripped his thighs on either side of her and mewled, arching against him eagerly.

“I’m still waiting on your answer baby,” he cooed, sarcastically, as he kneaded her flesh, lips hovering over her neck teasingly.

She turned to look at him with glazed eyes. “I was going to get you some food... I- I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up.”

“You’re right, I am very hungry,” he said, bending to kiss her lips as he pinched and rolled her nipples.

Enyu moaned against his mouth and her hands covered his, encouraging his glorious ministrations against her chest, her sensitive nipples were more than hardened peaks by now and she withered beneath his hold, trying to press her thighs together. Guiding one of his hands off a breast she moved it downwards, sailing past her stomach to where she really wanted him to touch.

Just as his fingertips brushed the material of her loincloth he stopped dead. ‘What was he doing?’ He thought, pissed at himself now.

There he went doing the same thing as last time!

Clearing his throat, and with a shake of his head, he removed his hands from her body. Crawling from around her- to put some distance between them, he rubbed the back of his neck- a tell she knew meant he was sorry or guilty over something. That and he also wasn’t meeting her eyes now.

Enyu suddenly felt not only cold and utterly confused by his sudden shift in behaviour but slightly worried. She grabbed a blanket to cover her chest and frowned at him, hurt written all over her face.

When he noticed this his eyes widened. “No. No baby, it’s not-” angling forward quickly, he kissed her, then murmured against her lips, “I just want to talk for a bit before we do anything.” Peck, “Just a quick conversation to clear up a few things.” She still frowned but when she nodded mutely, he kissed her fully once more before leaning back again.

“I want you to forget what I said before, about mating you.” Her jaw dropped and Neyetam mentally face palmed. He was rubbish at this.

He rubbed her knee hoping to settle her thoughts. “Trust me…please? I just- I’m trying to do this right. A do over...if that makes any sense? You deserve better than what I gave you before.”

He smiled to assure her that everything was fine, then continued looking a bit sheepish now. “Here goes...En’yuna, I can’t believe it took me all these years to realize how I truly feel about you. And how I feel…well there just aren't enough words to describe how I feel…You are my best friend, my home, my world…My everything really. You are my first thought when I wake up and the last one before I fall asleep. Only the Great Mother knows why it took me so long to realize that it’s- it’s always been you Flower. Always.”

He shook his head with a crazy smile upon his face now and said, “I am so utterly, madly, deeply in love with you, it is not even funny. I need you to know how much I love you. I see you. And I need you to know that I want you Enyu, only you…for the rest of my life so help me, I want you. You and your fierceness, your big heart and your never ending supply of tears. I want your stubbornness and constant worrying and fretting- nagging at me whenever I’m being stupid. I want it all, baby. All of you. Forever.”

Enveloping her much smaller hand into his own, delicately toying with her fingers he continued with a serious expression, “And as much as I told you I would take you as my mate before Eywa, I need to know- I need you to tell me…what do you want?”

Tears were streaming down her face and she wanted to laugh at the absurdity because it seemed like everyday now she was crying- he was right, her tears were never ending. In this moment however, right here with Neteyam, everything felt perfect. “Tey- you can’t just-” She hiccupped with a little laugh still staring at him.

Crawling over to him with the blanket still clutched to her front, she climbed into his lap. He helped her by tugging on her thighs and her tail wrapped around one of his forearms as she stared into his eyes. He kissed away the tears on her face, grinning at her wobbly smile- wanting to kiss that too but he restrained.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. How do I say how I feel about you when you have taken all the right words? You need to know what I want? I want you. My heart made its choice, I think it has always known. It chose you Tey... I. See. You and I love you. Endlessly. Boundlessly. Unfailingly.” She cupped his cheeks with both palms, not caring that the blanket slipped down, exposing her chest. “I want your nagging too- forever reminding me to eat. I want your teasing and your special smiles you save for only me, your kisses- I want all your kisses. I want your love and I want a forever with you.”

He swallowed down a bubble of emotion and turned his face to kiss her palm. Her thumb traced the stripes on the contour of his cheek, mesmerised she stared at his lips and in a horse whisper she asked, “Now…can you kiss me already?”

He grinned and was about to give in- lips inches apart but he suddenly remembered something and she whined impatiently when he pulled back. “One last thing…babies. Do you want babies? With me?”

She snorted at his question- it reminded her of the conversation the Tsahìk had with her.

Her smile was full blown though and she nodded up and down vigorously. “Yes. I want babies. Our babies.” She could picture Neteyam clearly with their small blue bundle cradled in his massive arms. Yes. She definitely wanted that.

“Good.” He grinned too, loving the sound of her little whimper when he tossed the blanket away and pulled her flush against him, allowing her to feel how much he wanted her.

She was needy now, itching for him to touch her already. She whimpered and tried to move against him but was immediately stilled by a hand on her hip.

If there was one thing in life that Enyu learned the quickest- it was that Neteyam Sully was the one in charge in their sheets and she did not mind one bit. She loved how he'd get bossy and controlling. It was hot.

He untangled her tail from him and stilled her desperately moving hips once more- giving her a warning glance. Her hands rubbed up and down his smooth chest, pleading with him to do something already and so he did.

Neteyam kissed her softly. Slowly building it up into a deep bruising caress. She sighed against him as he licked the roof of her mouth, tangling their tongues. She kissed him back just as eagerly, wanting more, but he kept control of the pace- biting her lip, sucking her tongue and tutting when she got too impatient.

His hands roamed her body leisurely, as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her and he eventually allowed her to slowly rock against him, controlling her movements once more with a warning squeeze to her hip or butt cheek, whenever she tried to speed up.

Although their little area glowed from the flora that coated the walls around them, he reached over to turn the lamp on low to see her a bit better.

They were far enough away from the cave so he had no worry that anyone would come this far down and see them. He had taken precaution in choosing this particular spot because it had been closed off from the other pathways.

He'd never been so happy in his life over his father's discipline. Some years ago, as a punishment, his father made him be part of the team that explored and cleaned out the tunnels of the mountain. It took them months, so he knew these tunnels like the back of his hand.

Taking pity on her futile attempts to get him to give her more, he feathered his fingers up the inside of her thigh and under the flap of her loincloth, tracing lightly over the thin cloth that covered her most intimate parts. He groaned as he teased her- she was completely soaked.

“Tey, please just- just touch me already,” she pleaded, gripping his wrist to push his fingers directly against her. She keened at the contact, aching so that her breasts rubbed his chest.

Giving in, he massaged her through the material momentarily before tugging it to the side so that he could touch her bare skin. He watched as she panted, fighting to keep her moans down as she frantically tried to move against his hand, one hand still on his wrist, the other digging into his bicep.

Swallowing her whimper with his mouth, he groaned as he very slowly sank a finger into her, allowing her to get used to the foreign sensation as he slowly moved it in and out- stretching her till he was knuckle deep. She was warm and wet and tight. She ripped her lips away with her eyes screwed shut and begged, “More, please more.”

"Soon baby. Soon." He took his time though. She was new to this and he didn't want to hurt her. And so he kept his pace leisurely, until he thought she was actually ready to take more.

Kissing her again, he eventually sank two fingers into her, curling them deep inside while the heel of his palm pressed against her nub. She cried out at the sensation- head thrown back, toes curled as she shook with pleasure- rolling her hips greedily in time with his hand.

He followed her when she arched back and sucked a nipple into his mouth, humming as he twirled and lapped at it with his tongue.

Her eyes rolled upwards as she clenched around his fingers, her hands gripped his neck desperately as he moved to shower her other nipple with love- she was almost there now. Liquid pooled and the sound of her squelching echoed around their little hideaway. She quivered and panted as he curled his fingers deeper- rubbing against a precise spot inside of her oh so deliciously-

And then she broke.

Hips seizing and stomach gone taut she came, twitching with aftershocks as Neteyam continued to finger her through it.

'She was so beautiful' He thought, mesmerized.

A few moments later she whined at the overstimulation- hips trying to jerk away from his touch. Her jaw dropped when he finally pulled out of her, only to sink his fingers directly into his mouth, greedily licking and sucking at her mess that coating him- humming as if it were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

He grinned wickedly at her with shiny lips, then said in a raspy voice that sent a shiver down her spine, “Told you I was hungry.”

As she blinked and came back to reality fully, he pecked her lips sweetly- rubbing the shine onto her own. She licked her lips- tasting herself and his gaze darkened from the arousing sight.

Mind made up, she nervously sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. With a slight shake to her hands she rubbed his board shoulders and trailed her fingers down his chest- not meeting his eyes. With faux boldness, she moved one palm down towards his tented loincloth. Sneaking a quick glance up at him- he stared heatedly at her but did not stop her wandering hands.

Feeling braver now, she pulled at the front of his covering impatiently, instead of untying the string. He popped out so quickly she jumped with a little gasp and stared wide eyed as it bobbed and tilted on its own. She swallowed nervously.

Neteyam pressed his lips together to hide his amusement and kept his hands firm on her thighs as he watched her observe him.

Reaching out, she carefully trailed a finger down the length of him- following the ridge of a thick vein, amazed when he twitched in response. She seriously wondered how he hid that thing under his loincloth- it could probably poke an eye out.

Peering up at him again and feeling a bit shy, she asked, “Can you show me what to do?”

Although she had told him last time that she knew what “sex” was, she was absolutely in over her head. Her knowledge on the topic went as far as her grandmother telling her “that's how babies are made” and the scraps of information she’d overheard from hushed conversations between her roommates about their “just for fun escapades” with other unmated Na’vis. She knew the gist of it…but everything else was completely unknown to her.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do any-”

“But I want to!” She insisted with a slight pout.

Smiling, he kissed her jutting bottom lip then brought her palm to his mouth and licked it. Her mouth unhinged at the action. Glancing at her once more for confirmation he guided her hand down to grip him, clenching his jaw at the feel of her soft fingers, clamped around him.

She squeezed him experimentally then followed as he showed her how to move up and down. His face screwed up and he groaned as she got the hang of it, moving on her own- twisting and squeezing his length. She licked her palm quickly- like he had done then continued her assault on him, setting a steady rhythm.

In a strained voice he said, “Here, put your other hand here- mm good.” She had one hand squeezed around his base now while the other sped up its pace. “So good baby. So good. Shit.” He was panting now, fingers gripping her thighs as he neared his peak way too quickly- he was going to have to learn to control himself better, he thought.

She swiped her thumb instinctively across his head, fascinated by the droplets of moisture weeping out from him and he gasped. He was rigid- wound tight and oh so glorious, she thought. With a few more frenzied strokes and swipes over his tip he came with a strangled cry, babbling into her neck incoherently, squeezing her sides as he trembled.

Just like he had done when she came, she continued to stroke him through his orgasm, tilting her head to watch transfixed, as he splattered all over her hand, stomach and thighs. It was one of the most amazing things she’d ever experienced in her life.

Sitting up to eye her again he looked at her stupefied, still trying to catch his breath. 'Where did she come from?' He thought dumbfoundedly.

Curiosity got the best of her and she licked her index finger, tasting the milky droplets with a pleasantly surprised croon. Eyes enraptured by her action, he tackled her onto her back- completely covering her with his impressive built, and attacked her lips- swallowing her moans and gasps as she quaked beneath him.

After a while their frantic kisses turned lazy and playful and she giggled when he tickled her side as he lovingly nuzzled her cheek. He eventually sat up and tucked himself back into his breechcloth then cleaned his mess off her with the corner of a blanket.

Laying beside her now, propped on his arm he danced his fingers up her stomach to between the valley of her breasts and a proud grin graced his lips when her skin broke out in goose bumps. “So, you and I forever huh? I have questions...”

She shivered as his fingers continued to trace the lines of her body. “Me too. But you first.”

“Alright. Do you- do want to court for a while? Before we mate I mean...or...? How do you want to do this?”

“Mmm.” She nibbled on her bottom lip in thought and stilled his exploring fingers to link with hers instead. “I don't think courting is necessary, we’ve kind of already been doing it for years now without knowing. But maybe we should wait until everything dies down officially and the clan is back on its feet again…then we could...”

Neteyam nodded in agreement. “That works…but I want you to move in with me. I was going to get us, our own pace when we got to the Metkayina clan but since that’s no more- I still want you close…I like waking up next to you.”

Her eyebrows raised high at his request then she snickered at the very serious expression on his face- it was cute. “Well you’re in luck seeing as my home is currently a pile of destruction. And for the record, I like waking up next to you too.”

"Good. What about sex?"

"Sex?" She asked, frowning.

"As much as I want to claim you right now, I was thinking maybe we could save it for when we make it official? When we go before Eywa. Tsaheylu... I want to feel all of you for the first time- that sounded less cringed in my head."

His words made her blush. "It's not! It was sweet and I'd like that. But can we still..." she turned shy, unable to finish her question.

He barked a humoured laugh, throwing his head back, before leaning down to kiss her. "Yeah baby, we can still do other things. Gosh I love you."

They stayed laying wrapped up in each other’s arms talking. This was their moment. They didn't talk about the war, only about themselves as a couple. They spoke about their future. Sharing their thoughts and dreams. For their future home- she wanted her kitchen in a particular way and he already had ideas on how to make that happen- mentally taking note to brush up on his woodworking skills.

He asked her how many babies she wanted and how soon she might want to start trying and she informed him that he’d have to learn to share her with their own children- to which he decided that he wanted her to himself, for at least a year before they started trying.

She also told him about his scheming grandmother who tried to get them together by using Yaćksön as a pawn in her plans and he laughed out loud- he knew she had been up to something then.

Neteyam eventually ventured out to get them some food and water before heading right back to their little love nest. And when they were both fed and content, he made her come twice again on his fingers. She was still too shy to allow him to taste from the source itself but he didn’t mind. They had forever to explore each other.

“Flower,” he whispered, trailing his nose down the side of hers then pulling back to gaze into her eyes. “I see you.”

Smiling and feeling giddy with happiness she responded. “I see you, Ma’Tayam.”

He kissed her repeatedly, mummering I love you’s against her lips, happy to have her all to himself.

Happy to start a life together.

Reunited and it feels so good... 🎶

I tried my hand again at some spiciness...

And we're almost to the end of the series now...what a journey it has been.

I'm sorry if there were any errors.

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healing. ( lance sweets x reader )

When Temperance learned the truth about her father and brother, Russ, who she later learned was actually Kyle, led her to you, hoping her presence would save you from the path you had carved for yourself. You followed your father's footsteps partly, focusing on corruption and Kyle always kept track of you, and when he heard you were in the city, he encouraged Temperance to find you and help you start anew as he had tried to do.

Your crimes weren't traceable, only through confession could a link be made, you were clever in that sense. However, you and Kyle were close and he knew what signs to follow to find you and he went with Temperance and Seeley to find you.

"She'll know she's being followed, so just keep your eyes open."

The more she learned about you the more Temperance began to question whether it was a good idea to track you down when you went to extraordinary lengths not to be found. When he learned you were a highly dangerous skilled assassin with over a decade of experience, Seeley had warned her that she might not like what she found but supported her when she was determined to find you.

The trio walked towards the apartment and Seeley pulled Temperance behind the car when the top floor exploded, glass falling onto the street. Kyle sighed when he saw the flames, looking at his younger sister, pausing when he noticed you across the street. Your eyes met and within seconds you were making a quick escape.

"Y/N!" He called after you, crossing the street.

Seeley and Temperance followed, keeping up with his sprint, and you entered an alley, disappearing from view. Kyle looked around, trying to find you, shouting, "I just want to talk!"

A few anxiety-filled moments later, Booth was taken down, your heel against his throat, his gun aimed at his chest. Your gaze was icy as you looked at your older brother. "You brought an FBI agent here to talk?" You cocked the weapon and pressed your foot farther into his neck.

"Don't!" Temperance stepped forward. "Don't shoot him. He's with me."

You raised an eyebrow at her, "And who are you?"

"Joy," Kyle spoke up, a small smile forming on his lips having seen how attached you were before Joy went missing. "It's really her."

You dragged Booth to his feet, pressing the gun against his back, twisting his arm until he was forced to kneel.

"Look at her eyes," Kyle continued. "It's her."

You held the brunette's gaze, her wide eyes misty as you pressed the gun into her partner. After a few tense moments you released Booth and he turned, eyebrows rising when you held out his gun, slowly taking it from you.

You stepped towards Temperance with furrowed brows. "I know you. You wrote a book."

"I did." She nodded.

You stared at your sister with a small smile forming on your lips. "You're really her, aren't you?" You whispered in disbelief.

Before she could respond you had brought her into a hug and Kyle smiled, meeting your gaze over her shoulder when she returned it. You pulled away moments later, turning to Seeley.

"You work with the FBI." You looked at Kyle and Temperance. "Dr Temperance Brennan. I've seen you. I never paid much attention before, but," You trailed off, shaking your head. "I can't believe it's really you."

When Kyle was seven he recalled your father telling him, never to call himself Kyle again, changing identities to Russ while you became Y/N. You were protective of Joy - Temperance - when she was young, despite being the youngest sibling, right until the very end. When your mother died, you left, your father failed to keep the three of you together, and while you received a phone call now and then from Kyle who checked in to make sure you hadn't gotten yourself killed since Joy was taken into state care, you were off the grid.

You looked at Seeley, "I suppose this is the part where you arrest me. I'd start with arson."

It was a light sentence when tallied with the full list of your crimes, but it was a start. Your influence with judges left you on house arrest, staying with Temperance while a colleague of hers, Dr. Sweets, became your therapist. You knew he was anxious about meeting you given your history, but you knew immediately that he would be persistent. You weren't thrilled with the idea of daily check-ins, but when you tried to keep him at arm's length he happily stayed in silence. And after two weeks he finally made a breakthrough, getting you to confide in him.

Patient-doctor relationships were forbidden. Judgment became clouded, and while Lance was under no illusion of who you were, and what you had done, he found himself empathizing with you as you spoke about the anger you felt and the turmoil you endured after your mother's death. You told him about living in a city on your own, always moving around, stealing wallets to pay for a bus to move between cities. You found a job at a café and eventually got an apartment, but your past training always followed. You enhanced your skills, and finally at age sixteen, you killed for the first time.

Despite who you were, then and now, as you spoke, Lance could see the pain, and hear the fear you felt at that time. Living alone in the darkness, the vengeful angel.

It was nearing the end of the first month living with Temperance, that his judgment became clouded, admiring your strength while horrified by what you had done, yet unable to see that person when he was sitting across from you in the living room.

He could see how much simpler life had been when you were on your own, but now you were surrounded by family, your brother checking in every day now that you had a permanent address, regret was building inside you and you had no idea how to control it.

The topic of your mother was a touchy one. And Lance knew after two sessions, the reason why. You felt she would be disappointed, horrified, and it was leading to self-loathing, and he knew you would become a flight risk.

So when you disappeared, he was not surprised, nor was he concerned. Temperance was worried, confused as she had felt things were great having you around, even if you still called her Joy now and then. She hadn't minded. Seeley however was prepared to put together a man hunt until Lance told him it was unnecessary. He knew where you would be.

He approached where you stood on looking out at Lake Anne, Seeley and Temperance on their way. He put his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, standing next to you.

"How did you know I'd be here?" You asked after a few moments.

"You described it to me. I looked online and knew this was what you described." He turned his head to look at you as you stared at the water. "They're on their way."

You nodded slowly.

"Why did you come here?"

You met his gaze, a small smile forming on your lips and it unsettled him, as your eyes were dark with defeat. "While I normally like the way you know me so well," You took out a gun you had hidden under your jacket. "you really shouldn't have followed me, Lance."

"You don't have to do this." He heard Seeley and Temperance calling for him, and knew they were close by. "The pain you are experiencing will fade. You won't always feel like this. I promise. I can help you."

You placed a hand on his jacket, straightening the lapels, and sending him a smile. "Somewhere out there is someone who deserves it. But I'll never be them."

You held his gaze for a moment before taking him off-guard, kissing him, and suddenly everything else faded away. The yells got quieter, the sounds of birds sounded further away, and all he could feel was you.

And after a week of denying it, he knew his feelings for you were compromising his role as your therapist. That's why he hadn't seen the signs. He was too busy daydreaming. But in that moment his feelings gave him the adrenaline to save you.

He grabbed the gun from your hand and when you tried to knock him down the gun went off and he threw the weapon into the water. You scrambled to your feet, lips parting in shock as Seeley and Temperance arrived.

"What happened?"

You got to your feet, holding Lance's gaze, "You'll regret that."

"What are you doing out here?" Seeley spoke up. "You know what I have to do?"

You turned so your back was to Lance, smirking at the FBI agent, "You can try."

"Don't fight him." Lance moved closer until his chest was against your back, lowering his voice. "If not for yourself then for her."

You looked at Temperance, and Lance added, "And for me." You turned to meet his gaze and his eyes were pleading with you to go quietly.

You swallowed thickly, nodding before looking at Seeley. You stepped forward with your hands held out, wrists together as you smirked. "Take me to your leader."

He shook his head, handcuffing you and escorted you down towards the trek to the car. You looked at Lance who stayed behind to speak to Temperance, whose frown deepened as he spoke. His eyes met yours briefly before you looked away.

That kiss had changed everything.

A kiss goodbye became a kiss marking the fresh start you were granted. You wanted your own space and so you got an apartment to spend the rest of your house arrest in, and Lance continued to visit daily.

A week later, you opened the door to allow him inside, he sent you a smile as he entered, seeing the furniture. He looked at you with a questioning glance and you shrugged, smirking as you headed to the kitchen.

"Is blackmail illegal?"

"Yes."

"Then it certainly wasn't that."

He shook his head, his lips lifting at the sound of your laughter, following you to the kitchen. You cooked at the stove and he fetched ingredients for you. That night you spoke at the dining table, discussing the case after your usual session and he knew you were working to find out who the killer was before Booth. It had happened before, proven by Temperance, much to the FBI agents chagrin.

Lance looked at the meal for a moment, and your smile faltered when you saw his expression. It was usually followed by unpleasant news.

"What? Is it the pasta?"

He shook his head, sighing as he sat straighter in his chair. "I have requested that you see another therapist. My judgment has become compromised, and I know you no longer feel able to speak as freely in consideration for my feelings. I am not able to be there for you in a professional capacity."

"I don't want anyone else." You told him. "If you go through with it, I'll kill them."

He knew you would if you wanted to, but he knew from the smirk on your lips you were joking. You had a dark sense of humour, one that made people uneasy, unsure if you were being threatening, but Lance had spent a hour with you every day for over a month and he had spent weeks learning the signs.

"Our professional relationship has become compromised. But don't worry, the doctor I requested is highly recommended."

You frowned, setting your fork on the plate. "So, this is goodbye?"

Lance knew the sound advice would be to stay away. But he knew he couldn't.

"I can still visit if you want me to."

You nodded, "I'd like that. Tempie is busy with work, I know she feels guilty about not seeing me as often. But I needed the distance. All this time wasted when I should have looked harder."

Lance shook his head, "You didn't know." He said. "But now that you do, you can be there for each other."

You sent him a small smile, "If you don't visit me I will break into your apartment."

Lance chuckled, and you continued eating. He left shortly after and you were left alone again, the apartment seeming so much bigger when he was gone.

Two months went by and Lance visited every few days, asking you about your sessions with the experienced therapist who worked over three decades in the field. You were more free now that the professional side of your relationship was gone and it wasn't uncommon that you cooked dinner, shared a bottle of wine as you caught up on each other's lives.

Lance arrived one evening as your therapist left, and he was pulled aside, warned that his presence was affecting your progress, and so he left without knocking on the door. You were upset that he hadn't explained, and when Temperance heard she confronted him in Seeley's office.

He was outside your apartment within the hour.

You ignored the sounds of him knocking on the door, stretching on the yoga mat, listening to his explanation through the door. You understood why his colleague had spoken to him, as your answer to how you felt about Lance had him very thoughtful for the remainder of your session.

"If I kill him, will you talk to me again?" You shouted across the room.

Lance was silent, before speaking a few moments later. "I can ignore his advice. But it would be -"

The door opened and you grinned as you pulled him inside. "Great! Coffee?"

He nodded, exhaling when you released his tie. You flattened out his tie and he held his breath when you tightened it slightly. "Don't ever avoid me." Your eyes held the vulnerability you were unable to explain. You had felt abandoned, and he regretted leaving your life without an explanation.

"I won't." He put his hands on your arms, holding your gaze as he made this promise and you smile but it wasn't as bright as it usually was, before leaving to the kitchen to brew coffee.

And Lance knew there was no turning back. He couldn't put himself, or you, through it again. He was already in too deep, the distance only serving to strengthen his feelings.

The next day he was informed that your therapist had decided that you go into a secure unit, but Lance fought that decision, keeping you in your studio apartment. You would never go quietly and he knew the best place for you to be was around family. Kyle visited more often and Temperance had invited you to dinner one night every week.

Time went by slowly when you were alone, but the next five months seemed to blaze by and your house arrest was lifted. You got a waitressing job and it became the place were everyone on the team went for coffee or lunch together.

You approached their table with a tray of beverages, and Lance knew from the smirk aimed at Seeley that it was going to be a lunch filled with mischief. You had seen how he felt about Temperance, and took it upon yourself to prank him now and then much to her amusement.

"And plain black coffee." You set the mug in front of him and he thanked you. You glanced at the mug then at the FBI agent who raised an eyebrow. He eyed the mug warily when you walked away and when you returned with their lunches, he was hesitant. The last time you smirked at him he had eaten a Carolina Reaper in his sandwich.

"How is everything?" You asked ten minutes later, checking in with them after tending to other customers.

"This is really good." Seeley spoke up and your smirk returned.

"Is it? Interesting." You pretended to write on your notebook as you walked away, leaving Seeley fearing what he had eaten.

"She is messing with you." Cam assured him.

Seeley examined his sandwich before setting it aside. "I'm not that hungry."

As they were paying, he loosened his tie and looked over at you as you gave Jack change for the bills he had given.

"What was in that sandwich?"

You acted innocent. "Nothing. Meat and cheese."

He groaned, knowing you would never admit to tampering or not tampering with it, and left, grumbling about eating somewhere else as he always did.

You smirked as he opened the door, calling out, "You may want to stop by the hospital!"

"Will you ever stop?" Temperance asked.

You shook your head, closing the cash register. "It's too entertaining."

"I second that." Jack chimed in, before leaving with Temperance who shook her head.

Lance stayed behind while the others left and you sent him a smile. "Don't worry, I put a little extra pepper on it. That's all."

He shook his head, "Do you want a ride home? I have some time."

You checked the clock before nodding, thanking him before going to get your jacket. The café was open all night, and you worked the graveyard shift, but four hours longer than the others so you could see your sister while she was working. And since it was close to the Bureau you frequently saw Lance every morning, his coffee prepared for his arrival.

He drove you to your apartment and you glanced at him now and then, wondering how to bring up the topic you had avoided for a week. "I'm moving."

He was taken back, but quickly found his words. "Where?"

You named the street and Lance knew it was farther away. Temperance would see you less, as would he, and the thought of not seeing you every morning before work, or when he was heading home, made him swallow down the prickle of heartache that was rapidly growing.

"That's...far away." He said.

"I have tomorrow off to see it one more time before I start moving in. Can you come with me?" You asked.

Lance nodded, "Sure. I'll drive."

You thanked him as he pulled up outside your apartment complex and you went inside, sending him a smile over your shoulder that took his breath away.

Seeley was the first to notice how Lance felt about you. The psychologist had tried to mystify your identity when he confided in him, but Booth knew all along that he was referring to you. Jack was the second to notice, and made remarks now and then during cases when you weren't around. Although he was comfortable in the presence of a former-assassin, he knew you could quickly switch back into who you were if provoked. Temperance was the last to know, and only realised when Booth had stated that Lance had feelings for you, hence his distance professionally.

And after nearly a year, he still kept his true feelings hidden from you, despite both Jack and Seeley suggesting to fight his fears and ask you out.

As he looked around the three bedroom house, Lance knew he couldn't try to convince you to keep your waitressing job for selfish reasons. It was a quiet neighbourhood where you could get away. The neighbours were friendly, and he didn't rush to correct the elderly couple when they mistook you both for a couple.

The one hour drive back to your apartment was spent in contemplative silence, though you hadn't minded. Although you were dying to know what he was thinking. When he parked outside you took off your seatbelt and turned to him. "We'll still see each other won't we?"

Lance nodded, although he knew it would be not as frequently. "Of course. And you have my number."

You nodded, smiling softly. "I wouldn't be here, with Tempie, if it wasn't for you. And I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me."

"It was noth-"

He fell silent when your lips grazed his, and his hand rose to your cheek when you kissed him. You leaned into his chest as your lips moulded tenderly, growing in passion and urgency until you pulled away.

"D-Do you want to have a drink? With me, I mean. A drink with -" You nodded, and he nodded, "Okay, great!" He kissed you and you smiled into the kiss, resting your forehead against his moments later when you pulled away.

"Your place or mine?" You asked.

"Mine." He replied. "I'll cook this time. Wednesday at seven thirty?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, a smile on your lips. "Perfect." You placed a chaste kiss on his lips before exiting the car and Lance held the steering wheel, exhaling his sudden burst of excitement, looking out the window, meeting your gaze as you smiled and waved. He returned the wave, waiting until you were inside before a grin took over his features.

He had a date.

It had been two weeks since that night, and you had spent the most of your time at his place, wanting to be there before he left for work and when he returned home. Lance looked up at the suburban house that you had spent a whole night in on two occasions, but never alone. He looked at the bottle of wine as he knocked on the door, a smile forming on his lips when you opened the door.

"Hi." You greeted, kissing his cheek. "Come on in."

You led him to the living room where Cam, Angela, Jack, Seeley and Temperance were sitting, the dining table filled with housewarming gifts.

The team had been busy with cases so after owning the house for two weeks, through means Lance and even Seeley refused to think about, you were finally having a housewarming party.

You entered the kitchen and he handed you the bottle of wine. You thanked him with a smile, tugging on his tie to bring him closer.

Lance looked over his shoulder, not wanting anyone to see, especially not Bones who he knew was frightening when riled up.

"You snuck out this morning." You tightened his tie slightly and he chuckled, remembering sleeping through his alarm, and rushing to his house then to work, arriving an hour late. "You should make it up to me."

"I will." He smiled, placing a hand on your cheek. "I promise."

You smiled when he leaned in, closing your eyes as his lips met yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his arms around your waist, bringing you closer.

"Hey, this is cute an' all but I need a refill!" Angela called out.

You shook your head when you pulled away and met his gaze as you laughed. You picked up the bottle of wine and headed into the living room. Lance occupied the armchair Jack had been sitting on until he moved to the floor, and you smirked when you saw his cheeks darken when you sat on his lap.

"You're dating?"

You were relieved Temperance had several drinks at this point, knowing in the morning you both would receive a lecture. You smiled, nodding at your sister, resting your cheek on his hair, ending his stammering.

Jack explained that he already knew, which led to money being exchanged and you shook your head as you met Lance's gaze. Your features softened when you saw the smile on his lips and leaned in when he placed a hand on your cheek, meeting him halfway, closing your eyes as your lips met.

"Do I need to buy a water pistol for you two?" Cam cut in and Lance pulled away.

"No, ma'am. I mean -"

You covered his mouth with your hand, seeing Cam's annoyed expression at his slip up. "Cam." You reminded him. You had seen first hand what happened when someone referred to her as ma'am and it wasn't pretty.

Lance sent you a grateful glance and placed an arm around your waist, looking down at you a few minutes later as you both sat on the edge, observing the others as they spoke. You felt his stare and sent him a smile, kissing his cheek.

You had come a long way in one year. And you knew it was all because of his love for you that you survived it. His guidance and support, everything you needed to make it through the guilt, the pain, and acceptance of your past, in order to move forward.

You knew there was only one way to describe it.

"I love you." You whispered.

He looked at you in surprise, a smile quickly forming on his lips at the confession. "I love you too."

#lance sweets #lance sweets x reader #bones

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whisker-biscuit · 3 months

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Sonic Big Bang 2024

Close Encounters of the Grim Kind: Chapter 3

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Through the next few days, Tails discovered three things aside from his alternate dimensional research.

It took about six hours for the probe to make a round trip from him to his new pen pal and back when they tested it.

His pen pal was extremely intelligent and just as interested in the state of the Shatterverse as he was. They did not, however, want to talk about anything else, and especially not themselves.

Sonic was still refusing to share the full picture of what happened during his adventure.

Only one of these things was technically a problem, but the fox was a scientist first and foremost, and a very curious child on top of that. So, he set out to “solve” each and every one.

The first one was easy, relatively speaking. The device had been built to travel indefinitely, collecting data at manageable speeds to be analyzed later. Now that it wasn’t being used as a probe but as a simple messenger, it was no issue to redirect some of its power output away from its memory banks and towards its speed instead. He let his pen pal know what he was doing, and wasn’t surprised when they offered their own assistance, claiming that they had worked with Paradox Prism energy to know how to make movement almost instantaneous. Working off only a fraction of that power instead of the entire prism meant it would still be slower than that, but any upgrade on that front would be an improvement.

Together, they were able to drop the travel time from six hours to two, which helped immensely. It also made Tails debate crossing “Sails” off of his list of potential people, because Sonic never mentioned the pirate ever getting close enough to the Prism to learn how to do that. In the end, he kept the name on because the evidence against its presence was still flimsy.

Additionally, his unknown collaborator sent equations that would allow Tails to duplicate his own technology with Prism energy, which he used to make several more probes to send out across the Shatterverse. None of those devices were intercepted and fed data at a constant rate to his computer for him to observe and report back to the pen pal.

By the end of the week, it became routine for a familiar flash of light to appear in the fox’s shop every few hours. He’d pause in whatever he was working on to read and respond to the message as though it were an overly detailed texting app instead of the intricate probe that he’d built it to be.

[ have you found any interdimensional cracks or signs of decay? ]

– No. So far, none of my probes have registered any anomalies. –

[ good ]

[ i was unable to check for that since losing access to the shards ]

[ was worried it might return even though the paradox prism was reformed ]

– What about you? –

– Did you see anything concerning appear in your own dimension recently? –

[ none so far but ill keep you posted if that changes ]

The second problem took a little longer to work around, and Tails wracked his brain for ways to approach it without raising suspicion. He desperately wanted to know whether he was working with an Eggman above all else. It was hard to think about how their minimal exchange exploring and discussing the Shatterspace’s state of being was beneficial to any version of the mad scientist, but he’d been caught off guard by a convoluted evil scheme before and had no intention of kickstarting another with his own help.

At first, he tried to gauge his mystery partner’s interest in technology.

– I’m sorry my last message was delayed for so long. –

– I was caught up in a new invention idea and lost track of time. –

[ theres no expectation for a prompt response ]

[ im not offended ]

– That’s a relief. Do you ever get tunnel vision with your own projects like me? –

[ yes ]

– Glad to see I’m not alone! –

– What kind of projects do you like to work on? –

Asking that last question led to him being ignored for nearly half a day until one of his probes completed its semi-scheduled data returns, in which his pen pal finally sent the device back asking about its findings. There was no mention of the original inquiry; Tails got the message and didn’t bring the topic up again.

It did make him cross out Mr. Dr. Eggman’s name on his list, however – from what Sonic had told him, the man never would have been able to pass up the chance to brag about his own genius, no matter how obvious the trap.

His second attempt was more roundabout – disguising it as idle curiosity about the Paradox Prism and the Shatterverse.

– There’s still so much we don’t know about all of this. –

– My memory is a bit hazy about what happened when the dimensions split. What do you remember? –

It was admittedly a dangerous gamble. He didn’t know how many people Sonic had told about the Prism being from Green Hill, or that he himself had no recollection of the dimensions breaking apart. Someone as smart as his pen pal might be able to deduce who exactly he was – and by extension, where Sonic was – if he made a single misstep. The last thing Tails wanted was to put another target on his brother’s back even if it was from a source that probably wasn’t much of a current threat without a way to cross dimensions independently. Eggman ingenuity was never a thing to take lightly.

[ i didnt personally notice anything different until sonic first appeared ]

[ he was the catalyst for the changes in our dimension and across the shatterverse ]

Tails couldn’t help but laugh when he received that message.

– Yeah, that seems to be a constant for him. –

– He mentioned he had Prism energy inside his body that allowed him to traverse the dimensions –

– Did you ever see that in action? –

[ yes. it was remarkable to experience ]

[ the first time he used that power, he briefly shut down power in all the machines in a significant area ]

That little tidbit gave the fox pause. He remembered very well Sonic’s description of that event – and how it had happened when he was a captive of the Chaos Council. Without immediately replying, the fox instead found his notebook of names and finally removed Sails from it. Then his pencil hovered over Nine’s name for a solid minute. Sonic had mentioned that dimensional counterpart had been captured at the time as well, but had he actually been there to witness the explosion Sonic had caused?

Asking outright was likely going to go ignored again. He tapped the pencil to paper and stared at the probe as he considered how to react to this new revelation without his pen pal shutting it down.

– What was that power output like? Was it a visible phenomenon? –

Receiving a response within the average two hours made him heave a sigh of relief.

[ extremely visible ]

[ the best way to describe it was a giant rainbow hued shockwave that extended outward from his body ]

[ it was pure unfiltered prism energy with no direction or goal ]

– That sounds incredible. Did the Paradox Prism ever do something like that independent of Sonic? –

[ yes, but it looked a bit different ]

And so, the inquiry turned back around to their research without any further fanfare. As grateful as Tails was for the new hint and frustrated that it was still too vague to fully confirm his pen pal’s identity, he left those follow-up questions alone for the time being. Patience was going to be his best friend in this careful investigation.

Speaking of best friends…

Sonic had finally started to lose his manic energy regarding his friends. He wasn’t pestering them for hang-outs as often, he wasn’t spending most of his time loitering around outside Tails’ workshop anymore, and his daily runs were taking him far enough away again that sometimes it would be more than a day before any of them caught even a glimpse of him. Both Amy and Knuckles expressed their relief to see him settling back in after his solo adventure, and even Rouge made a passing comment about it when they crossed paths.

The fact that he still hadn’t told Tails about everything that had happened wasn’t as worrisome any longer, and probably would have just become idle curiosity if not for how he stumbled onto something he was obviously not meant to see.

He’d been on his way back from Amy’s house and decided to take a quick detour towards the waterfall he had first met Shadow at, hoping to tell the hedgehog that Sonic finally seemed to be doing better again. He’d flown up the cliff from the hill’s side until he reached the very top, but found himself to be the only one there today.

Then the familiar sound of a sonic boom made his ears twitch and he looked out at the landscape.

A blue streak was approaching, followed by a yellow one that was keeping pace but not gaining it. Tails watched, surprised, as his brother came to a stop at the shore of the lake below the waterfall. What was even more surprising was how Shadow caught up a second later and stood beside him instead of challenging him to a spar or another race to even the score. They began speaking, too far away for him to hear, but even from up high he could tell by their body language that it was a tense conversation.

Getting close enough to eavesdrop wasn’t an option. Both hedgehogs had hearing that would pick up his flying immediately, and he was almost certain that whatever they were talking about it would stop the instant they noticed his presence. Feeling a twinge of guilt that wasn’t enough to assuage his interest, the fox pulled out his Miles Electric and began tuning it to amplify the sound waves from below to a frequency he could hear and understand.

“….fine, Shadow, honest! Man, I had no idea you were such a mother hen.”

“It’s not about ‘mothering’, Sonic. It’s a legitimate concern.”

“Aww, you’re concerned about little old me? Never thought I’d hear you confess it outright.”

The sound of their banter made Tails’ shoulders relax when he hadn’t even realized they’d been raised. It meant that whatever they were talking about probably wasn’t all that serious after all. Or it meant…

“Stop deflecting. It’s not going to get you out of this conversation.”

…His brother was avoiding a discussion, again.

Sonic sighed so visibly that Tails didn’t even need his device to see the action. He put his hands on his hips and turned towards the lake, kicking a rock into the water as he did so.

“I really mean it, Shadow. I’m fine. I feel fine. Nothing about that has changed since we returned to Green Hill. I get why you’re worried, but there’s nothing to be worried about anymore.”

“Your brother seemed to think differently.”

“Tails?” His head whipped around so fast to stare at Shadow that all his quills bounced in sync. “What do you mean? You’ve been talking to him? What did he say?”

The other hedgehog crossed his arms, looking irritated even from far below. “Contrary to whatever belief you might hold, we keep in contact when the situation calls for it. He has expressed worry that you aren’t behaving like yourself.”

Tails’ eyes went wide. What was Shadow doing? Hadn’t he been the one who insisted that they keep Sonic out of their arrangement? And now he was blabbing about a private conversation!

“Oh, well, if that’s why you’re suddenly up in my business, don’t worry. We talked it out a while back.”

“Did you?”

“Yes, Shadow, geez. He noticed I’ve been a little…clingy, and I told him it was because I was thinking a lot about the dimensional counterparts we had to leave behind. Plus, y’know, the whole “all my friends became shadows of themselves that I thought I’d never be able to piece back together” part? Pretty obvious why I’ve been off my game the last few weeks.”

“Did you tell him about –”

“No, I didn’t, and I don’t need to.” Sonic’s tone took on a hard edge. “I’m not about to put that on his shoulders. It has nothing to do with him and he’d still feel guilty about it.”

“What happens if you ever start to deteriorate?”

Deteriorate?!

“I’m not going to, Shadow! There’s literally been no reason to worry about that! You are literally the only one worrying about that.”

“Of course I am, Sonic!” The hedgehog closed his eyes. A pained expression flashed across his face and his voice grew softer when he spoke again. “Of course, I am. You were…dying in my arms.”

Tails felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He backed away from the edge of the cliff and clutched the Miles Electric in shock, hoping he’d misheard what had just been said. The long silence that fell between the two down below was enough of an answer. Too much of an answer.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about that,” Sonic finally said, sounding more somber than he’d been in a long time. “Truly, I am. I wish I could go back and do things differently so you never had to experience that. But I mean it when I say that I haven’t felt any different since we got back. No weird energy, no sparks, no teleporting no matter how fast I’ve been running. Nine said he pulled all of it out of me and I have no reason not to believe him. Especially not after…all of that.”

More silence. Tails curled his namesakes around himself to try and soothe his sudden shaking.

“…You really trust him that much, huh?” Shadow’s voice was unreadable, and so quiet that it was barely audible even through the device.

“Absolutely. Just as much as I trust Tails. We’d all be wiped from existence if it weren’t for him.”

Another long pause.

“Shadow, I get why you’re worried, and I promise I’ll tell you if something changes. We both said we’d be better about communicating after this, didn’t we?”

“We did.”

“Then trust me when I say I’m okay. Please?”

“…Fine.”

“Thank you.”

“You really should tell someone else about this, though. If not your brother, then one of your friends.”

“I’ll think about it. You up for a race to the ocean?”

“Perhaps another time.”

“Alrighty, then. See you later.”

A blue streak zoomed off, visible for only a few seconds before disappearing beyond the horizon. Tails found the ability to move and peeked back over the side of the cliff. Shadow was still at the lake shore, staring in the direction Sonic had run off in. His back was turned to the waterfall and so the fox couldn’t see his expression. After nearly a minute of standing there like a statue, his rocket shoes kicked into gear and he dashed off as well in a different direction.

Tails sat down right where he was, completely stunned by everything he had just heard and struggling to process it. Sonic had almost died. Sonic had been dying and hadn’t told anyone about it. How had that even happened? They’d mentioned something about “weird energy.” Was that because of the Chaos Council? The Shatterverse breaking down? Him being displaced from the dimensions in the first place and physics had finally caught up to his body?

And why on Mobius did he think Tails would blame himself if he knew?

Thoroughly shaken up, the fox flew straight home. He was still so blindsided by the information he’d unintentionally learned that he didn’t even notice the probe hovering above his desk until he collapsed into his chair after almost an hour of pacing his workshop.

He picked it up almost on autopilot, staring at the latest messages there without really reading them. It was some theory about why the other dimensions still existed with the Paradox Prism reformed, but he couldn’t wrap his head around the words no matter how he tried to distract himself with them. What did pointless theories matter when his own brother had nearly died – might still be at risk of it if Shadow’s concern was valid?

Tails needed answers and he needed them now. Screw Shadow’s terms, screw whether this mystery person was a friend or foe, screw everything that wasn’t going to tell him what he needed to know. If it ensured Sonic’s safety then he’d take any risk.

Instead of replying, the young scientist shut the device off and pulled out its blueprints, along with the notebook he’d used to parse out the equations for how to make it travel faster between dimensions. Additionally, he recalled all of his probes that had been out collecting data. Two hours between messages was too long to wait for each reply. He needed this to be as instantaneous as his pen pal had claimed the Prism energy was capable of, and he was going to use all the energy currently at his disposal to do it.

A preliminary glance at the time told him it was early evening. He turned off or flipped over every clock and time-keeper in his space, knowing this was going to be a long haul. From the kitchen he retrieved a full pitcher of water, an entire half-pan of lasagna leftovers, and three unopened energy drinks. As each probe returned one by one in small flashes of rainbow light, Tails cracked his fingers, stretched his arms once over his head, and got right to work.

It took most of the night. By the time he shut the final panel on the device, finished charging it with all the other probes, and turned it back on, the nearest clock read nearly 3 AM when he dared to look. The fox cradled the device in his hands, thoroughly exhausted. For all the work that he had just accomplished, he knew that was technically the easiest part of this entire thing. The rest hinged entirely on his mystery collaborator.

Tails drank the rest of his last energy drink, then spent the next five minutes crafting a message that would get his intentions across without scaring his pen pal away forever.

– I know we agreed to keep this as solely a research venture but this is urgent. –

– Do you know what happened to Sonic before he returned to Green Hill? Is there a chance it could happen to him again? –

– Please. I need to know. –

He sent it out before he could second-guess the wording. Then he waited.

Nothing came back.

The fox gave it ten minutes. Thirty. An hour. Just like the very first time he’d activated the device, he was left in limbo, waiting and wondering if everything he’d worked so hard for was about to go up in flames. He knew it wasn’t just about technological limitations anymore. There was a small chance that his pen pal was asleep, but their time zones were very different and they seemed to have just as odd a sleeping schedule as he did. The radio silence was most likely an intentional one.

Eventually, out of lack of anything better to do, Tails began cleaning up his work station just to get rid of some of the nervous energy jittering through his body. He glanced at his desk for any sign of flashing lights so often it was quickly becoming a compulsion, and so he forced himself to leave the room entirely. Crawling into bed had him feeling conflicted; he was so tired and on the verge of a crash, but he was terrified that any minute the device would return and he would miss it for hours.

In the end, physical needs won. Tails passed out the moment his head hit the pillow and he drifted off into restless sleep.

#sonic big bang 2024 #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails nine #sonic #shadow the hedgehog

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studying for the lsat (for free)

i know lsat prep courses are so expensive and i cannot pay for that so i thought i’d share what i’ve been doing

insight lsat on youtube has a playlist with a free prep course, in which they go over each section of the lsat/each type of question you’ll encounter. it’s very helpful and i recommend pausing the video and trying to answer yourself whenever the instructor recommends it!

after going through question types, he provides a list of “homework questions” — the questions add up to essentially being 2 full sections from a few different practice tests, so at the moment i’m doing the questions one recommended practice test at a time (making it 2 full sections each time i practice)

i compile answers to these practice questions in a google doc, where i correct myself and make notes on what went wrong, as well as label what types of questions i missed so i can see any patterns

i use a notion spreadsheet to track how much time per day i study, as well as scores and/or percent accuracy for my actual practice (when doing the homework questions/2 sections instead of a full test, i calculate accuracy since i do not have an actual score)

after working through the lsat insight course and doing all recommended practice, my next step will be to do full timed sections (when i do homework practice it is untimed)

then, i will take a full timed test, so that i have a new diagnostic score and i can plan out the next phase of studying. i will once again track what types of questions i’m missing so i can implement more targeted practice.

more notes:

- i get my practice tests of pdf coffee

- i check answers using manhattan prep (it’s a forum so explanations are detailed and written by real people)

i hope this was at all helpful, and if anyone has any questions or recommendations let me know! :)

#study #studyblr #studyspo #pre law #lsat #lsat prep #free

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 10 months

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part Twenty (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of drinking (not in a bad way, but it's there), anger, yelling, trauma, mentions of violence and toxic/abusive family (Eris's) Some suggestiveness and horrible flirting

Part nineteen

Tag list: @esposadomd

A/N: Yeah, I didn't keep track of how much I wrote so this one is REALLY long. Basically more secrets and flirting at the end.

I sit in the cabin with a cup of tea, sipping on it as Eris and Rhys talk.

They thought that I wasn’t listening, that I was too shell shocked or stunned to speak, but in reality I didn’t want to have to talk this through with the two of them yet.

It was almost worse listening to them while they talked about me.

“Do you knew what he was doing to my sister and didn’t think to fucking tell me!?” Rhys whisper-shouted at Eris.

I could feel the heat Eris was emitting in his rage from here as he responded through gritted teeth, “I’m sorry, but you were living there and didn’t notice. I don’t think anything I could have said would have done a damn thing.”

I can feel the rage radiating off of both of them, and I finally have enough, slamming the cup down on the table, ignoring the pain as hot tea sloshed over the sides and onto my hands.

They’re both silent as I seethe, barely able to contain my rage.

“Stop talking about me as if I’m not here.”

Eris is smart enough not to make a peep, but Rhys steps up, speaking in low comforting tones, “Y/n, I’m so sorry. We’re just worried about-”

I resist the urge to hurl the tea mug at his head and instead shove away from the table and get to my feet, tromping toward the door.

“Wait, where are you-” Rhys starts but I quickly cut him off.

“If you both want to go home, follow.” I snap, and Eris is quick to follow me.

Rhys stands there for a moment as I throw the door open, but I hear Eris murmur to him, “She will in fact leave you here. She’ll come back, but I suggest not gambling with how long.”

Despite the rage that’s still coursing through my veins, a smile tugs at my lips as Rhys quickly moves to follow me at Eris’s warning.

He wasn’t lying. I once left him in the middle because he was in a pissy mood.

Of course, I kept an eye on him and made sure he didn’t get eaten by kelpies or caught by the weaver.

I stop in the middle of the snow, creating the portal back to the land of the living.

As we all step through, it seems that the group we left behind is sitting in uncomfortable silence.

Without a word, I give the whole room two middle fingers and back out into a different room.

I heard somebody choking down laughter as I slammed the door behind me. I look around and realize I’m in a bedroom.

Frustrated and exhausted I go over and sit on the bed.

When was the last time I had gotten a good night's sleep? Or slept at all.

I stare down at the surface of the bed for only a moment before murmuring, “fuck it.” and laying down on top, deciding to only take a short nap until someone came looking for me.

Eris:

I had checked in on Y/N and saw she was asleep, so I had kept the door closed while the rest of us started back into planning.

“This isn’t going to work, we need something more than just extra defenses.” Rhysand growls, prowling back and forth across the room.

I tried not to roll my eyes, like we didn’t already know that.

“She’s probably got some plan for that too, but knowing Y/N, she’s going to keep it a secret until the last minute.” Sam responds, lounging back in the large chair. He’s incredibly small in comparison to the giant arm chair, but his threatening manner makes him appear larger.

We all pause and stare at this human for a minute, and my lips twitch, trying to form a smile against my will.

Speaking so boldly in front of a room full of fae that could absolutely destroy him if they so wanted caught all of our attention.

Though, maybe I was underestimating him.

“Do you have any idea what she’s planning at all?” Rhys asks, his voice sharp as his violet eyes cut into Sam.

The boy smirks. “Well, I don’t see any reason to tell you if she hasn’t yet.”

I could get used to watching Rhysand fume without being able to do anything about it. Even if he wasn’t worried about hurting him with his fae strength, no one dared argue too hard with the human.

After all, it was clear that he and Y/N were close friends.

I wonder what her life was like, all those years… well, dead I guess.

She hadn’t talked about it, even with me. Which either meant we just hadn’t had the time or…

I had heard what her father said, about marrying her off to one of the Asteri. What they had tried to do to her.

“Eris?”

I snapped out of my thoughts, only to realize the chair under my fingers was smoking, the room filling with the smell of burnt leather.

“Yes?” I ask in a casual drawl, switching which leg I had crossed over the other as I looked at Lucien, who had noticed my strange behavior.

His jaw worked, and I realized suddenly that he was worried about me. “I was thinking we should postpone any further discussion until Y/n’s back, do you agree?”

I’m quick to nod my head, already aware that anything we did at this point was going to dissolve into more fighting, maybe even brawling.

I wouldn’t mind throwing a punch or two right now.

Everyone grumbles, but agrees, and I suddenly remember that I am the owner of this cabin, and that it’s my responsibility to get everyone properly sorted.

So I stand, explaining that rooms would have to be shared, how many there were, and where they were at, before leaving to let them sort themselves out, manners be damned.

It was not that long ago I wouldn’t have dared to leave them to their own devices like that, to not place the cruel albeit well mannered host.

Things were changing though, and with all the rushing around, I hadn’t had time to think of the possible consequences of my actions.

My poor mother, for example.

I had scars to remind me of every blow, every lashing and cut I had received at my families hands, but the ones that had cut the deepest were not the ones I had received myself, no, but the horrors I had to watch my mother live through.

Beron had quickly found out how much I cared for her, and used it against me, threatening her everytime I dared to even look at him wrong.

It was a nightmare of an existence, and sometimes he hurt her anyway, forcing my brothers to hold me back and watch.

They had no souls, my brothers, small sinister and cowardly clones of my father. The only family I had ever cared about was my mother and Lucien. Two people I would happily die for.

I had already failed one, my brother a walking corpse that would soon have to leave this world. Along with my mate.

What cruel tastes the mother has, letting me call the only female I’ve ever truly loved my mate, only to know that she would soon be whisked away once more.

I rush out the back door, gulping down breaths of fresh air.

If my father found out what I was doing, he would make sure my mother paid the price for it.

That was the reason I had been plotting to kill him, after all. Such a thing wasn’t taken lightly in Prythian, and I only had plans to stick around long enough that Lucien became the next high lord.

Sure, maybe he’s Helion's son, and his rightful place was in the dawn court, but I wouldn’t be able to stay and rule. Not over the court I despised, the court that let my brother’s lover be beheaded, the court that had clapped me on the back when they heard of the arranged marriage between me and The Morrigan, fully knowing how much she didn’t want it.

The court that had kept me away from Y/N.

“Eris.”

Another time I would have welcomed my brother actually worrying about me, seaking me out.

But everything was too much right now, and I had to bite back a foul response that I knew would have driven him away.

“I’m really not in the mood right now brother.” I snarl, barely keeping the flames that boiled under the surface from exploding in a wave of fiery rage.

Lucien came over and patted me on the back anyway, the gesture awkward. “It’s been… a rough day for everyone.”

My stomach twisted, self disgust started to eat me up. Here I was moping after my brother quite literally died and is still walking around.

“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to come and try to comfort me after… everything.” The confession is for more than just today, and we both know it.

I remember when Lucain was a small child, I loved playing big brother, doing for him what my brothers had never done for me.

Looking at Lucien now, sometimes I forgot how different he was from the young boy that smiled crookedly because I brought him a new toy from another court.

He took my arm in his, and started to drag me off away from the cabin.

“Wait, where are we going?” I question, not really fighting him as he drags me further into the forest.

Lucien grins at me, his hair mussed and hanging in his face. “Well, after I realized where we were, I remembered a tavern nearby, I was thinking maybe we could get a drink.”

I couldn’t help but raise a brow. “A drink?”

He rolled his eyes. “If there is any time to have a drink, tonight is it, and I’d rather not go alone.”

My lips tug upward as I sigh, acting as if this was all such an inconvenience. “I guess I could go for one drink.”

Lucien smirked, but as we walked off, I realized this was the closest I had been to my brother in a while.

Y/N:

I stir awake as a gentle arm wraps around my midsection, pulling me in and cradling me with their body.

I could recognize Eris��s scent anywhere, and snuggle into the male behind me, half asleep and a peaceful feeling enveloping me.

My eyes crack open a bit more as I scent alcohol on his breath though.

“Where did you go?” I mumble, barely keeping my eyes open as he hummed, gently tucking my loose strands of hair behind my ear.

“Lucien took me out to get a drink.” He says, only sounding slightly tipsy, which I am thankful for.

I smile, even as I start to drift back to sleep.

“What did you two talk about?” I ask, the words slurring together in a haze of sleep.

Eris laughs softly, seemingly unaware of the words slipping out of his mouth as he starts to slip into a peaceful sleep next to me, “We talked about mother, and how we could help her. I asked his advice on what to do with the court, because I have no plans to leave your side.”

His face snuggles into the crook of my neck, finally falling asleep.

But now I am awake. Wide awake.

I had forgotten. How had I forgotten?

He always told me what Beron did to his mother, and we had both always been helpless to stop it.

But now…

But now I had power. Now I could do something.

The thought eats me up from the inside. It would be so easy to go over to the autumn court and put that miserable piece of shit in his place

I soon realize that I’m not going to get anymore sleep, and carefully detach myself from Eris, making sure not to wake him.

He reaches out for me after I stand, his face scrunching up unhappily in his sleep at my absence, andI debate just laying back down.

But this was something I had to do.

There was nothing I could do about my father with my mother’s life on the line, but I could save his.

So I shrug on a coat and head out the door, winnowing after I was a good distance from the cabin.

The autumn court was just as detestable as it was when I last saw it. If anything, it had gotten worse, the poor getting poorer and the rich becoming more and more powerful.

Anyone who stepped foot in this court could tell there was something brewing, but right now, that worked to my advantage.

The halls are empty at this early hour and my footsteps echo in the long extravagant halls, unable to escape the gold no matter where you look, from the baseboards to the intricately carved furniture.

I had traveled enough that even if I didn’t know the high lord, I would be able to recognise his arrogance and haughtiness just from how he decorated.

I entered the throne room, and just as I had hoped, he had been aware of my presence in the castle, and severely underestimated me.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so relaxed on his throne with no guards nearby.

“You’re usually supposed to bow to your superiors.” He drawls, and I let my mouth tilt into a crooked little smile.

Maybe Rhys had the mask of the vicious high lord and Eris had the mask of the arrogant monster, but I’d been living with many masks all my life.

And the one of the angry goddess was my favorite.

I let my power sort of ooze from me, swirling along the floor and covering the walls, letting the cover of night without the aid of stars cover every inch of the room except for a small circle around Berons golden throne.

His enraged and slightly terrified face was staring right at me, and I let my teeth grow slightly, partially turning into that beastly form some members of our family could become and forming black talons on the ends of my delicate fingers, my wings starker and their talons even sharper.

A crooked halo of starlight appears above my head, adding to the utterly terrifying expression I wore as I cloak myself in the swirling darkness.

“What were you saying about superiors Beron?” I ask in a lilting voice, taunting him.

He carefully schools his face back into one of nonchalant, but I can still see the fear behind his eyes as he readjusts into an even more guarded pose.

“What is it exactly that you want, bat?” He spat, and my grin split wider across my face and I walked closer to his throne, the night rippling in my wake.

He leaned back, almost scrabbling as I stood right in front of him, grinning down at him as my eye glowed with sheer power.

“What I want…” I start, making a god awful noise as I scrape my talon along the gold armrest of his throne, leaving a long gash. “Is to make a bargain lord.”

His face is torn between rage and curiosity.

I think his fear is the deciding factor, because he relents and asks, “What sort of bargain?”

I smile, stepping back just enough to give him room to breathe, but not enough to let him relax.

“You don’t lay a hand on Eris, Lucien or your wife again. You don’t have anyone else hurt them, you don’t let them get hurt mentally or physically by yourself or anyone or anything you know is going to hurt them. And I don’t kill you. Good deal?”

I had thought it out as best as I could in the last hour, and maybe it was a bit repetitive, but it covered all the bases.

I had never been good at bargains, but this one was the most important I had ever made, and I wasn’t going to slip up and leave a loophole for this bastard.

He mulls it over, and I hold my breath. I truly hadn’t thought it would be this easy.

“No. How am I supposed to get anything done if I’m always worried about hurting them mentally?” He asks, rolling his eyes.

Even though I’m surprised it’s not an outright no, I’m still hesitant.

But what else could he do? If the worst it was going to be was him speaking nastily to them, that I could handle.

And if he tried to go after me, or Helion if he ever found out, we could handle him.

It’s times like these I was glad Eris let me in on that little secret. Maybe I’d give Helion a little heads up Beron might be coming after him to get to his mate.

If Eris’s mother ever wanted to leave, I would help.

So, reluctantly, I nod. “Alright, so you don’t hurt or have any of them hurt physically and I don’t k-”

“You also don’t injure me in any way.” He interupts, grinning, and I have to battle with myself not to kill him right now.

I need the other courts to support me in case the Asteri actually made it here.

Killing Beron, despite how awful he is, would scare the rest of them off.

I groan. “Fine. I don’t harm you in any way and you don’t physically hurt Lucien, Eris, their mother, or have them hurt.”

He nods. “It’s a bargain.”

Eris:

I wake up alone, and I start to worry, pulling lightly on the fiery bond that now ran between me and Y/N.

She hadn’t said anything about it yet, and there was a consistent worry in the back of my head.

What if she didn’t want it? To be tied to me like that?

After everything I’d done, I wouldn’t blame her.

A comforting wave of emotions washed over me, pulling me from my thoughts and I smiled.

Whatever she was up to, she was okay.

I go to get out of bed, but I'm surprised as a flower tumbles from the sheets, a red carnation lies next to me, making me smile even wider as I take it and place it in an empty vase.

I realize that all of the clothing I currently have in the closet is more comfortable than fancy. I kept emergency outfits in a chest in the attic, but I would have to go through one of the rooms I had assigned to the others to get to it.

I start to worry about it, but I just pick out the best looking sweater and the only pair of slacks in the closet and head out into the main room.

The only one there is Nesta, and I can’t help it as a mischievous smile works its way onto my face, planning something.

Nesta doesn’t notice me yet, but her head swivels as Y/n walks in the front door, slightly glowing with power as she flexes her fingers as if trying to expel something.

Her eyes met mine for only a moment before she sauntered over to Nesta, leaning against the wall. “So how are you doing this morning my lady?” She asks, and I’m shocked at the lower inviting tone she uses.

Even more surprised when for a moment, Nesta seems speechless.

I tug on the bond and Y/N lets her eyes slowly move to mine, raising an eyebrow, and I realize what this was about.

So she was going to flirt with Nesta because of that time I had danced with Nesta. Not because she was jealous, no Y/n wasn’t that type of person.

She was trying to one up me.

Challenge accepted.

Y/N:

Eris starts to walk over, and I can’t help the excitement that sparks between us through the bond. This was going to be fun.

I smirk at Nesta as she finally finds her voice. “I am doing just fine. Where were you all night?”

My eyes sparkle, and I taunt, “Why? Were you searching for me last night, Nesta?” I ask, rolling her name off my tongue as if it didn’t want to leave my tongue.

She straightened up a little bit, but before she could respond Eris was already at her other side, his pretty eyes trained solely on her.

“Now, come dear, if she was looking for anyone, she would have been looking for me.” He says smoothly, his voice dropping an octave.

Nesta is struggling to hide the blush creeping up on her face, and I wonder how far we can push her before she punches one or both of us.

Instead to my surprise I hear more than see Cassian enter, eyebrow arched. “I might have expected this sort of behavior from Eris, but from you y/n?” He tries to make it come out playful, but it’s obvious his feathers are ruffled.

No way in hell I was letting Eris win this little game, so I turned to Cassian with my lashes lowered, looking at him as I asked innocently, “What, feeling left out Cass? I can fix that.”

He practically spits out his drink, and Nesta holds back laughter at seeing Cassian sputter.

There’s a warning tug on the bond and I grin even wider, careful not to look at him as Cassian quickly came over and whispered to Nesta, “Let’s head out and let these two sort out whatever shit is causing this.” He tells her with a grin and she nods, smirking a little.

“Hey Nesta, you know there’s a reason they call him Cassian-” I say, smacking his ass right before Eris came over and picked me up, winnowing us away.

He slams the door to his room shut, but not before I can hear Nesta’s cackling laughter.

Eris and I stare at each other for a minute before he breaks down into a fit of laughter. “You fucking smacked- you-” He wheezes, and I grin.

“Well, I was running out of ideas and I’d been thinking about that pun for a while.” I explain, blushing a little now that what I had done was sinking in.

He cocks an eyebrow at me as he starts to calm down. “Exactly how much time did you spend thinking about Cassian’s ass?”

I scoff and shove him lightly. “What a dirty mind you have, Eris.” I tease, and his hands land on my hips, pulling me into him.

“The perfect match for your dirty mouth, petal.” He says, nuzzling my neck.

I let out a breathy little laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck and tilting my head to give him better access. “Since when did you call me petal?”

He hums against my skin and my toes curl in my shoes. “Since you left me a flower for me to wake up to.”

I blush, having forgotten that little thing I had done to hopefully ease his worry.

I let out a little snort, and he pulls back to look at me, his head tilting curiously. “What’s funny Petal?”

Shaking my head, I’m quick to explain, “If I’m a flower, I’m no normal one. More likely one made out of metal or flame, quick to cut and burn.”

He sees it for what it is, not something I’m ashamed of, just something that happens to be true, something I could be proud of.

Something sparks in his eyes and he grins, and I can’t help but try and save that image with his hair mussed and a look of pure excitement and joy.

“Turn around.” He insisted and I can’t help but chuckle as I do.

I can sense his magic, and I struggle to stay turned around, patience not being one of my strong suits.

He tapped on my shoulder, and I whirled around excitedly, gasping as I saw what he held in his hands.

It was a flower made of flame, hovering slightly over his hands.

He gestured for me to take it, and I was careful as I reached my hands out, letting it hover above my cupped hands, the warmth radiating off of it comforting.

I hadn’t realized how long I was staring into the beautiful flower until he gently tilted my head up with a single finger, leaning his forehead against mine as he whispered, “My perfect fiery petal.”

I smiled, letting him hold me a while longer, hoping he didn’t notice the spattering of ink that painted the top half of my back, not unlike drops of blood.

A subtle threatening tattoo to mark the bargain I had made with his father.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d fallen into some trap, even though everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

It had to be.

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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DAY EIGHT

Matt Murdock + somnophilia kink

[warnings - handjobs, unprotected penetrative sex, dom!matt, fem!reader, somnophilia]

[word count - 1383]

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“Matt,” you lamented, voice hoarse with sleep and quieter than usual. He didn’t stir, still as the dead as he slumbered. It doesn’t seem plausible for a man with such acute hearing to be so oblivious to your calls in sleep, “Matt, wake up,”

Still, he doesn’t shift. He makes no sign of waking, and you briefly wonder if he’s okay. You check him over; hands wandering up and down his back before carding through his hair. Your clean fingers prove that he’s not bleeding, so you deduce he must just be wiped out from a buildup of both fighting criminals on the streets and in the courtroom. Perhaps you should let him stay asleep, recuperate from the harrowing week, but that task seems impossible when his breath hits your exposed neck, teasing you through his unconscious invasion of space. He isn’t wearing a shirt - he never does when he sleeps - only a pair of black sweatpants you’d shrunk in the wash so they now hang precariously low on his full hips. You, however, are dressed in the opposite way: one of his sleek white button downs adorning your torso and should linger down to mid-thigh but has risen up to the very tops, flirting with the hem of your cotton underwear.

Unable to help yourself, you begin smoothing featherlight kisses to the crown of your boyfriend’s head, working your way from his temple to his throat and leaving small traces of your saliva in your wake. You’re usually unable to get Matt submissive enough for long enough to cover him in the affection he deserved; so you took the opportunity in stride and trailed your fingers up and down his spine, shifting in your place to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Matty, baby,” you nudged his cheek with your nose, coiling yourself tighter around him and pressing your barely clothed core against his bulging muscles. You’re a little too short to get low enough to push against his tented crotch and have your head high enough to breathe so you reach a hand down to grip at him. His appendage gives an excited kick at the contact, and you hum a little and tug on the knot to loosen the waistband. He lets out a breathy gasp as your nimble fingers grasp his bare cock, hips blindly stuttering into the constricting pressure of your palm against his velvet skin.

There’s a grumble against the shell of your ear; low and throaty with sleep so you pause - hand stilling in its track in fear of him waking too soon. You wait a beat, hold your breath. Once again, he relaxes in your embrace, allowing you to resume your soft strokes on him.

You press yourself harder against him, clit catching on the gutters between his abdominal muscles in hopes of relieving some of the built up pressure in your core. Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you wrap your legs around his waist as securely as possible from the compromising angle before using your momentum to swing Matt onto his back and you hovering over his hips - a miraculously graceful feat you’re grateful doesn’t end with your sight-lacking boyfriend tumbling to the floor and landing in a heap of broken bones and bruises.

In a matter of moments, you manage to swipe the blocking fabric of your panties to the side and shove the offending black cotton of Matt’s black sweats just low enough for his girthy erection to spring up against the expanse of his stomach. It’s a mystery as to how he’s still asleep, but you push the thought away in favour of positioning the tip of his cock at your gaping entrance. You duck your head down into the crook of his neck, peppering his sensitive skin with short pecks of your lips.

He stirs as you sink down, rolling his shoulders and shifting his head from one side to the other with clenched eyelids. You take a moment to adjust as you always have to; absorbing the unique sensation of your walls expanding to accommodate the length of your boyfriend’s cock combined with the brain-busting feel of your most sensitive button scraping against the short patch of hairs at the base of his prick.

“Matty wake up, want you to fuck me,” you panted against the dips in his collarbones, poking the brunt of your tongue against the porcelain skin and wetting it with your saliva. He made a sound, but remained under the entrapment of sleep. You grew frustrated, rising your hips and dropping them petulantly in the hopes of rousing him. There was a sniff, a groan; he was drifting in between consciousness and unconsciousness, so you furthered your sweet kisses into small, sucking bites.

“Mmph,” he grumbled, eyes flitting open and squinting as he processed what’s happening around him. Almost automatically, his hands fly up to grip at your waist, successfully halting your desperate movements, “hey baby, what’cha doing?”

“I woke up,” you pant, struggling against his tight grasp to gain any semblance of friction, “nd you were sleeping. Matty, you’re so pretty when you sleep,”

“I am?” He never fails to be cocky, even with the (albeit wonderful) surprise of waking up in such a manner; causing you to let out a frustrated huff in his general direction. You turn your head away, distract yourself with stretching your arm down to cup at his balls, roll them in your palm in hopes of getting his grip to falter on your hips, “ah-ah princess, tell me how pretty you think I am,”

You’re petulant, whining like a bitch in heat at the tragic loss of stimulation to your gummy walls. He tuts, unforgiving in his hold until you drop your jaw and finally give him the reply he wants, “you- you’re so, so fucking pretty, Matty, ‘nd you were so- so hard n’ pressin’ right up against me,”

Stunned by your admission, his grip falters and allows you to take full control, rising and dropping yourself on him, clenching down around him with every jab to your gspot and punctuating every roll of your hips with a gentle roll of his balls in your hand. The angle is awkward and your legs are tired, but you power through because you can feel the beginnings of something bubbling in the pits of your stomach and you really want to chase the feeling with all your might.

“Princess,” he gasps out, circling his arms around your waist and planting his feet on the mattress, giving himself the leverage he needs to fuck up into you, “you feel good, baby. You’re such a good girl, waking me up so well,”

“Baby,” you plead, going almost completely limp in his arms and allowing him to take full control over the pace. Somehow, he managed to free a hand to wander down, thumb escaping to flick at your already throbbing clit. It doesn’t take long before you’re rutting helplessly against him, pussy all but raining slick down his cock as you hurtle towards your high, “baby, m’gonna cum!”

“M’not gonna stop you, gorgeous,” he bumps his nose against yours, nudging until your lips brush his own before deepening the kiss, licking at the seam of your lips impatiently.

You can do nothing but squirm and clench as your high crashes over you in long, overwhelming waves. Matt isn’t far behind, spurred on by how tight you’d constricted around his prick. He holds you down, firm against the expanse of his pelvis as he gasped out his orgasm, head lolling back and hips jerking erratically; spewing out his release in thick ropes of cum.

“Next time you wake up first,” he pressed his forehead to your own, panting like a madman, “we’re gonna do that again,”

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wonderland-journals · 8 months

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3am. ☆

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★ pairing: Takashi Mitsuya & f!reader ★ word count: 3.4K

★ cw/tw: comfort, anxiety, sleepy kisses, sleepy cuddles, suggestive (at one point), sweet whispers, reassurance

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A steady rhythm thumping through your headphones drowned out the world around you – pulling you into a bubble of solitude. A soft breeze blew through the room, coming in from the window you had cracked open earlier. Occasionally, your head would roll back when you stretched your arms over your head, and a sigh of relief would escape you, feeling the small pops between your shoulder blades from the action. The silence of the night would have unnerved you had you given it even a second of attention, but you barely registered the hum of your laptop fan running in the brief silence between songs. Shaking your head, you blinked a few times to clear your vision before letting your eyes scan over the page before you.

Your eclectic taste in music showed now more than ever in how your playlist would jump from the sound of waves crashing against the beachfront shore to some poppy tune you heard somewhere online. There was no method to your madness, but it got the work done as you continued to check off task by task on the list. Each checkmark urged you onward in your goal despite the edges of your vision darkening slightly as your exhaustion finally began to wash over you.

Should you have gone to bed hours ago when your boyfriend asked you to? Probably. Would you regret staying up late to get some work done? Absolutely. When he had asked you, though, sleep hadn’t yet sunk its fangs into you then, and you had made the mistake of glancing over to the notebook on your desk with two ever-growing lists of things you needed to get done. So, of course, your only thought was that it wouldn’t complete itself, and you had promised him you would join him in bed after a few minutes.

You almost didn’t want to take off the full-screen mode you were in to check how long ago that was…

A deep bass vibrated through your eardrums, startling you out of your thoughts, and you unconsciously started to bounce along to the pace it set as you sat up straight again. In a way, you lived for nights like these when you could lose yourself to the music and let the words flow through your fingers to the keyboard with a movement so effortless it almost seemed natural. Occasionally, you would lean back in your chair and tap your nails against the desk’s wooden surface, trying to recover the train of thought that would briefly derail before jumping back into your work.

The white light from your monitor was the only thing illuminating you or any other part of your desk, allowing your eyes to dart back and forth between the screen and a scratch sheet filled with the messy scribbles that were your notes when sleep made your mind wander and lose its momentum. That thread of inspiration would come back to you, though, and the clicking of keys would begin anew. It was filling the silence of the room around you with the muttered utterance of its words that only those who received the results would read.

At one point, the song changed to an old track from your childhood and brought you to a pause again. The pads of your fingers rested against the smooth keyboard for a second before sliding over two, three, four keys in a row and ultimately sliding off the keyboard altogether. The spark had disappeared, filled instead with gnawing dread that clawed at the center of your chest. An ache centered around memories brought about by the song that played. A part of you wanted to change it, but instead, you let your eyes slip close as the memories washed over you.

A shallow sigh of a laugh forced its way out of you as the song played. Remembering your childhood dreams of how you thought your life would end – a comfortable home with just enough space for the things you loved, a comfortable job, a loving partner…

You could feel your muscles relaxing slowly the further entranced you became with the song. It should have given you a sense of accomplishment knowing that you achieved two of your primary goals in life. Instead, there was an ache in the back of your throat with the sour taste of bile forcing you back upright. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your nose scrunched up in frustration.

Another list left unfinished.

Suddenly, you felt your left headphone plucked out of your ear, and your heart raced into overdrive almost painfully in your chest. You hadn’t even realized that someone had entered your office – didn’t feel the vibration of footsteps against the hardwood floor beneath you.

“It’s 3 AM…”

Honestly, you weren’t sure what surprised you more, the headphone taken out of your ear or the low timbre of a male’s voice rumbling next to it in place of the music. Either way, your body went tense and jerked away from them in immediate response; the movement was so sudden you almost fell out of the chair had it not been for the other person’s quick reflexes. Calloused fingers tightly wrapped around your upper arm when the person reacted, only loosening when they were sure you were safely seated again.

Turning your head to look up at the intruder, you let out a deep sigh of relief and felt your body begin to relax almost instantly. Your lips parted to greet him, but no words came out. So, you smiled up at your boyfriend, a tired half-smile that almost matched his amused one with which he looked down at you with. There were soft shadows under his half-lidded eyes from his own long nights at work that the blue light of your computer put on full display for your tired eyes to see.

“You scared me, Taka,” you finally said while he held your earbud away. The shrill guitar solo of the song that had just started was distant now.

Heat crept up your neck to paint your cheeks with a soft blush of embarrassment. A burglar would never take your headphones out and alert you of their presence like this – and the fact that you thought otherwise made you feel silly.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

His voice was so soft, still heavy with sleep, as if something had woken him and compelled him to find you. He spoke clearly despite the slow drawl to his words. Still, your brain took longer than it should have to process what he said – focused instead on how his black and purple hair was mussed in the back from obvious tossing and turning. It was almost too easy to lose yourself in his lavender eyes, letting your body relax further as you unconsciously leaned toward him for extra warmth – the chill in the room suddenly more noticeable than before now that your attention wasn’t focused on a singular task. Mitsuya chuckled, watching the exact moment his words finally clicked in your mind. Your eyes widened in shock as you turned to your computer and scrambled to minimize the window you had pulled up to finally look at your clock.

“Huh…”

Takashi raised an eyebrow at you, but you merely slumped back in your chair. Eyebrows furrowed together in thought, and your bottom lip poked out in a slight pout. He knew that the endless deadlines had started to weigh on your mind, haunting you the closer they got, but he didn’t expect you to lose track of time this way.

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

Eyes focused on the flashing cursor on the document you had minimized down to a windowed screen. It sat precisely where you left it, in a box halfway down the paper you were finalizing for work. Another cold chill ran down your spine, forcing your shoulders to jerk up in an almost shrugging motion that you knew had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with your once calm nerves, which were beginning to fray at the ends again. Slivers of panic creeping into your mind once more and bringing your focus back to where it was before he had come in.

“Gimme another hour, ‘kay?”

Keeping your eyes on the computer in front of you, you straighten your posture and reach out with your free hand for the earbud he had taken from you. He held it just far enough away that it threatened to pull the other earbud from you too as you leaned over until you felt like you would fall out of your chair again. You glared up at him, but he only smiled down at you knowingly. The corners of your eyes prickled with the threat of tears from the sudden yawn you had to stifle back.

“Give it back.” You demanded; hand still outstretched toward him.

The combination of fatigue suddenly starting to wrap its hands around your throat and the stubbornness of your partner’s actions at this moment had irritation seeping into your veins as he continued to silently refuse. You could feel the weight on your chest pushing further down on you as if it was trying to crush you into the ground. The panic and mental exhaustion you had been trying to push away for weeks came back full force to slap you across the face. Something had Mitsuya crouching down so he was at eye level with you.

“Love.”

The low rumble of his sleep-laden voice and the hooded look he gave you put you at unease. What was he seeing when his soft lavender eyes looked at you? Did he see the exhaustion finally taking hold of you after weeks of pushing it back? Did he notice your silent plea for help that your pride forced you to swallow with your dismissive smiles and soft words of assurance that you were fine?

He turned his head toward your notebook and the extensive to-do list you had written there and let out a low whistle. “Did this get bigger since yesterday?”

His question pulled your thoughts from their spinning track of anxiety. You didn’t need to look at it to know what he saw. Countless little activities that demanded your attention with deadlines written down for many of them in bright red – deadlines that seemed to be racing at you faster than you could manage.

“Shit, I thought you were making progress on this.”

That was it. That was the line that broke through the cracks in your wall. You hated the single choked sob that escaped you so suddenly. Hated the tears you could no longer hold back. Your cheeks now wet with the salty liquid steadily streaming from your eyes.

That stupid little paper with every stupid little task you needed to get done written in black ink. Perfectly written in your best handwriting that pleased your hamster brain with its small, simple strokes. It was your main method of staying organized, giving you a strong sense of accomplishment every time you could cross an item off with your red pen. Normally when you make a new list for the month you could get through it within the week. You were no stranger to adding to it, of course, but this month had hit you with so many deadlines and activities that you felt like you were barely holding on by a thread these days. There was something about the way Takashi’s eyebrows furrowed together as he looked over the remaining items on your neatly made paper that compelled you to rip the single headphone from your ear and toss it to the table in front of you in frustration.

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat, looking down to hide your shame from his prying eyes.

It was borderline painful to hear the haunting words of your parents come back to the forefront of your mind.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

‘If you didn’t waste so much time, you’d be done already.’

‘This is why you keep failing.’

Failing. That was the word that stood out to you more than anything else. You couldn’t finish your list on time, not for lack of trying, and the crushing feeling of disappointment and failure was burning through your lungs. Scraping at your throat and preventing you from speaking the words that you wanted to say. Stopping you from asking for the help you desperately needed.

You took out the other headphone from your ear and tossed it on the desk before standing up from your chair, you didn’t look at where he was still crouched next to you. Eyes pinned on the door instead. “Let’s just go to bed and I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

The quiet rustling of his sweatpants when he stood up was the only indication you got of his movement. “Do you need help?” There was a lump in your throat, choking you, keeping you from replying. So, you shook your head, your pride too strong to give the answer you wanted anyways. “Do you want my help?”

“I want to go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. Left foot, right foot. Left foot-

Takashi’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. Still, you didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t need to look to know that he was looking at you with concern. His soft lips parted slightly, ready to speak even when he didn’t know yet what to say. Sleep was probably the last thing on his mind right now, pushed away by the concern he felt for you and your mental health. His thoughts racing around and around, trying to figure out how to best help you.

Help.

“You know you don’t have to do this alone, beautiful.” You were pulled back towards him, turning on your heel so you didn’t fall, but you still stumbled into him. Chest to chest with him with the tips of your ears burning from embarrassment. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair down. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

Stubbornly you shook your head again. Takashi only brought his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek with such care. As if he were handling a porcelain doll with hairline cracks hidden just under the surface.

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

Before you could say another word, he leaned down to slot his mouth against yours. Your responding hum was immediate from the action. Eyes fluttering shut while his lips molded with yours, moving in sync and parting with the slightest push of his tongue against them. It was futile to attempt any form of dominance with this man, but you were stubborn to a fault, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give him some form of pushback. It was one of the many things he loved about you, after all. Your tongue battled his for dominance, only needing the pressure of his hand that had held your wrist to make its way behind you push against the small of your back with just enough pressure to have you arching into him.

Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours, it seemed. Just you and him in the middle of your office space that was once drowned out by the dark clouds of your anxiety and fear. Now filled with the familiar warmth and peace that seemed to always follow him. Filling your mind with a distracting haze, the smell of his deodorant and shampoo overwhelmed your senses. He pulled back from you, eyes locked on the string of saliva that still connected you two until you swiped your tongue along your bottom lip to disconnect it.

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled; a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Wouldn’t it be easier with two more hands though?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

A smile tugged on the corner of your lips, but you didn’t argue this time. This time when he pulled away, he didn’t go far. Forehead pressed to yours with his eyes still closed. The comfort of his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It was something you simultaneously knew you could never live without yet didn’t realize it was exactly what you needed right now. Lethargy crashed into you immediately when he loosened his hold on you. The clock was usually striking 5 AM when you would make your way to bed to then wake up an hour later. This time there was no fight left in you as he led you to the bedroom, helping you out of your jeans while pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Tongue darting out to lick over the spots he would nip at to soothe the sharp sting from his teeth. Your breathing became shallow the lower he got, kicking off your pants where they pooled at your ankles. This desire that made your stomach curl only grew the lower he traveled. The calloused pads of his fingers graze up the sides of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

You tried to stifle a yawn, but he still caught it, opting to not say anything, but still shooting you a knowing smirk before climbing into bed. For a moment it felt like all you could do was stare in shock at him, lying comfortably in bed with an arm behind his head. He was waiting for you, and that knowledge was enough to have you crawling into the comfort of your shared bed with him. He only hummed in acknowledgment, pulling the covers over you both before comfortably pulling you into his arms, head resting on top of yours.

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

After a few minutes of silence, Mitsuya shifted his head down to kiss your cheek. Nudging your chin with his index finger to make you look up and catch his lips with yours in slow, lazy kisses. Soft sighs and sleepy giggles between kisses; whispered “I love you”s that were never spoken aloud but portrayed through subtle actions. An arm around your waist to keep you against him. The two of you sharing the same small smile with each other before settling yourselves back to let sleep take you under.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” For once, you weren’t lying. All you wanted to do was fall asleep in your partner’s arms. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

You almost didn’t want to take off the full-screen mode you were in to check how long ago that was…

Another list left unfinished.

“It’s 3 AM…”

“You scared me, Taka,” you finally said while he held your earbud away. The shrill guitar solo of the song that had just started was distant now.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

“Huh…”

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

“Gimme another hour, ‘kay?”

“Give it back.” You demanded; hand still outstretched toward him.

“Love.”

He turned his head toward your notebook and the extensive to-do list you had written there and let out a low whistle. “Did this get bigger since yesterday?”

“Shit, I thought you were making progress on this.”

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat, looking down to hide your shame from his prying eyes.

It was borderline painful to hear the haunting words of your parents come back to the forefront of your mind.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

‘If you didn’t waste so much time, you’d be done already.’

‘This is why you keep failing.’

“I want to go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. Left foot, right foot. Left foot-

Help.

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair down. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled; a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Wouldn’t it be easier with two more hands though?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” For once, you weren’t lying. All you wanted to do was fall asleep in your partner’s arms. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

You almost didn’t want to take off the full-screen mode you were in to check how long ago that was…

Another list left unfinished.

“It’s 3 AM…”

“You scared me, Taka,” you finally said while he held your earbud away. The shrill guitar solo of the song that had just started was distant now.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

“Huh…”

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

“Gimme another hour, ‘kay?”

“Give it back.” You demanded; hand still outstretched toward him.

“Love.”

He turned his head toward your notebook and the extensive to-do list you had written there and let out a low whistle. “Did this get bigger since yesterday?”

“Shit, I thought you were making progress on this.”

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat, looking down to hide your shame from his prying eyes.

It was borderline painful to hear the haunting words of your parents come back to the forefront of your mind.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

‘If you didn’t waste so much time, you’d be done already.’

‘This is why you keep failing.’

“I want to go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. Left foot, right foot. Left foot-

Help.

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair down. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled; a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Wouldn’t it be easier with two more hands though?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” For once, you weren’t lying. All you wanted to do was fall asleep in your partner’s arms. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

You almost didn’t want to take off the full-screen mode you were in to check how long ago that was…

Another list left unfinished.

“It’s 3 AM…”

“You scared me, Taka,” you finally said while he held your earbud away. The shrill guitar solo of the song that had just started was distant now.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

“Huh…”

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

“Gimme another hour, ‘kay?”

“Give it back.” You demanded; hand still outstretched toward him.

“Love.”

He turned his head toward your notebook and the extensive to-do list you had written there and let out a low whistle. “Did this get bigger since yesterday?”

“Shit, I thought you were making progress on this.”

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat, looking down to hide your shame from his prying eyes.

It was borderline painful to hear the haunting words of your parents come back to the forefront of your mind.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

‘If you didn’t waste so much time, you’d be done already.’

‘This is why you keep failing.’

“I want to go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. Left foot, right foot. Left foot-

Help.

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you, bringing a hand up to smooth your hair down. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

“I can help you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to.” He chuckled; a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Wouldn’t it be easier with two more hands though?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” For once, you weren’t lying. All you wanted to do was fall asleep in your partner’s arms. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

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