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(WIP) full body of my gal, Fillet

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Home To You - Fíli Durin X Female Reader

Title: Home To You

Fíli Durin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Kíli, Thorin, Elrond, Áine (Pronounced awn-yah), Caerthynna (OC), Imra (OC), Anarzee (OC), Thranduil (Mentioned), Bilbo (Mentioned), and the Company (Mentioned)

WC: 8,383

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence very briefly mentioned, everyone lives AU, italics, nicknames, teasing, banter, flirting, suggestive/fade to black, Reader's race is not mentioned, no Y/N used, pregnancy, mention of sickness/illness, kind of forbidden love/romance, descriptions of childbirth (nothing too crazy, mostly vague), crying, angst, and fluff

The golden sun was slowly starting to set along the horizon, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills of Erebor, but neither of you cared. You and Fíli ran, your laughter ringing through the evening air like a melody carried by the breeze. The weight of his princely duties, the expectations, and the responsibilities - they didn’t exist in this moment. Right now, it was just the two of you, escaping to the only place where the world felt small, simple, and utterly yours.

Past the bridge, through the familiar winding paths of the woods, your feet barely touched the ground as you weaved between trees, dodging low-hanging branches. You looked back at Fíli, your smile bright and playful; hopefully this was going to be the night that you could beat him at the race. The scent of earth and pine filled your lungs, and your heart pounded, but not from the running. No, it was from the anticipation, the sheer delight of being with him.

The clearing revealed itself at last, bathed in the fading golden light, the sea of colorful, vivid wildflowers swaying gently as if greeting you both. This perfect, hidden world was yours and Fíli’s alone. A secret space where no royal title, no heavy crowns, and no expectations could reach him. The only one who knew of these secret rendezvous was Kíli, and even he had promised never to intrude nor tell their Uncle Thorin where the older Prince had run off to.

Breathless but grinning, Fíli managed to catch up, pulling you into his arms from behind, causing you to squeak, your hands coming up to cover his around your midsection. 

“I win,” He declared triumphantly, spinning you around slightly before setting you down in the soft grass, his bright blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You cheated,” You accused, turning around in his arms.

“Me? Cheat?” Fíli feigned innocence, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. “You wound me.”

Rolling your eyes, you slipped out of his grasp, finding your spot against the large, thick base of a tree, staring up at the sky as it deepened into dusky purples and fiery oranges. Fíli sat beside you, head heading landing on your lap, as usual, only to look at you instead of the sky.

“Tomorrow, I have meetings with Uncle and the council,” He murmured, his hand raising, fingers absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair. “And after that, I have to oversee the new trade agreements with him as well.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, knowing all too well how his duties often swallowed him whole. That was why this place mattered so much. Why these nights spent among the flowers, under the stars, were so precious. Because here, Fíli was not a Prince. He was simply yours. And you were his.

“We’ll stay here as long as we can, then,” You said softly, your own fingers running through his somewhat unruly golden locks.

A small, grateful smile touched his lips and he sighed. “Aye. As long as we can.”

Silence settled between you, comfortable and warm. The only sounds that filled the space were the gentle whisper of the wind rustling through the trees, the rhythmic chirping of crickets, and the occasional hoot of an owl hidden somewhere in the canopy. The world felt still, untouched, as if time itself had paused to let you both exist in this perfect moment.

Your fingers continued their slow, soothing path through Fíli’s golden locks, absentmindedly twirling a braid or allowing your nails to gently graze along his scalp as your gaze remained fixed on the vast sky above. Stars twinkled like scattered diamonds, distant yet constant, a quiet reminder that some things were eternal. But Fíli wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you. As he usually caught himself doing.

His hand rested over yours, pressing it against his chest, right over his heart. His other hand toyed with the soft blades of grass beneath him. A feeling welled up inside him as he continued to look up at you, something deep and overwhelming, something that warmed him from the inside out. A shaky exhale left his lips.

Slowly, he lifted his hand from the grass, his calloused fingers brushing lightly against the underside of your jaw, a featherlight caress that sent a shiver down your spine. The touch was soft - so unlike the hardened warrior, the noble prince. It was reverent, as though you were something delicate, precious.

Your breath hitched at the contact, your eyes finally breaking away from the stars to meet his. His gaze was steady, unwavering, filled with something unspoken yet impossible to ignore.

“Fíli?” You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

His thumb traced along your jawline, his lips parting slightly as if he wanted to say something. But instead, he only smiled, small and full of something tender. “I just… I needed to look at you,” He admitted, voice hushed. For a moment, he didn’t speak, just gazing at you with that same deep, earnest expression. And then, his words came, “You are more wondrous than the most radiant of jewels,” Fíli murmured, “I’ve seen beauty in many places, in mountains and forests, in gold and in stone, but none of it holds a candle to you. The light in your eyes, the way you laugh, how you make the world brighter simply by being in it... I…” He hesitated, his breath catching for just a moment. “I do not deserve you, but I love you. More than I know how to say.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, the intensity in his gaze, and the raw honesty in his tone. You bit your bottom lip, looking down at him with a mix of awe and adoration. "Flatterer," You teased lightly, a bit breathless from his confession. “Trying to make me flustered.”

Fíli chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears, his blue eyes sparkling with affection. And then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, you leaned down, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours as your lips brushed lightly against his.

“I love you too,” You whispered softly, the words flowing from you as naturally as your heartbeat, your nose brushed against his. “And I am the one who does not deserve you, my Prince.”

And then, without another word, your lips met his in a kiss. At first, it was soft, a gentle meeting of lips that lingered, savoring the closeness. His lips were warm, and tender, and you felt a spark of something deep within you - an electricity that sent a shiver through your spine. Carefully, Fíli sits up, not once breaking the kiss as he cups the back of your neck, deepening it. Your hand dug deeper into his hair, tugging lightly, earning you a groan that rumbled deep in his throat. Slowly, your back met with the soft ground, Fíli hovering above you. The world around you faded, the moonlight casting you both in its silver glow as Fíli’s lips trailed lower, whispering promises against your skin. 

~~~

More than a fortnight had passed since that night. In the time since, you hadn't seen Fíli as often as you wished. His princely duties had kept him occupied, and though you understood, a part of you still longed for the quiet moments you had shared. Instead, you found yourself spending more time with Kíli when you weren’t tending to the wounded or ill in the infirmary. It had been King Thorin himself who had offered Erebor as your home after you aided him and the Company in reclaiming the mountain. You had fought beside them, risked your life alongside theirs, and in return, you had been granted a place within their kingdom. That was how you met Fíli. What began as camaraderie had blossomed into something deeper, something neither of you had expected but couldn’t deny. Now, Kíli's lighthearted nature was a welcome distraction, his jokes and playful antics easing the ache of Fíli’s absence, but it wasn’t the same. Still, you told yourself Fíli would come to you when he could. He always did.

But for the past few days, something had felt... Off.

You had slept in - something you never did. And when you did wake, it was as if your body refused to cooperate, leaving you sluggish and unwilling to leave the warmth of your bed. Weakness clung to your limbs, irritation simmered just beneath your skin, and even the simplest of tasks became difficult to focus on. Were you coming down with something? Falling ill? That was the only explanation, wasn’t it? Maybe you were overworking yourself. There had been many instances where Fíli - and Kíli - would have to pull you away from your work after you revealed that you hadn't had a break, and you hadn’t been sleeping well.

Deep in thought, you paused mid-step as you walked down one of the many halls in Erebor. Your brows furrowed, mind racing as the pieces slowly began to fall into place. And then - your breath caught. Frozen in place, you realized something.

You had missed your week. You didn't think anything of it at first, however... Heart pounding, your gaze dropped, your hand instinctively pressing against your stomach. 

A rush of emotions surged through you. Disbelief, uncertainty, and something else, something deeper. Slowly, you took a step back, your back meeting the cool stone wall as you pressed a trembling hand to your warm cheek. A light-headed feeling washed over you as you struggled to process the truth now settling in your chest.

Were you with child?

Your breath hitched as your mind drifted back to that night in the woods with Fíli. The warmth of his touch, the way he held you, the whispered words between kisses beneath the stars. Your cheeks burned at the memory, heat flooding your face. And then, like a whirlwind, a storm of emotions crashed over you - fear, worry… But above all else, happiness. Joy.

A baby.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision as the weight of the realization settled in. You couldn’t stop them, nor did you want to. They spilled over, trailing down your cheeks as a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped your lips.

“Are you alright?”

The familiar voice made you jump slightly, and you turned to see Kíli standing a few feet away, his brows drawn together in concern. His usual playful demeanor had shifted into something softer, worry evident in his gaze as he took a step closer. You quickly wiped at your eyes, nodding as you let out a shaky breath. “I- yes. I’m alright.” You sniffled, another laugh bubbling past your lips as you smiled, eyes still shining with tears. “I’m just… Happy.”

Kíli’s concern didn’t fade entirely, but at your words, his expression softened, his lips quirking up into a small smile. “Well, that is good, then.” He eyed you for a moment before nudging your arm. “Still, I do not think I have ever seen someone cry because they were happy.”

You only laughed again, shaking your head, your heart still racing with the joy of your secret.

Kíli tilted his head, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Does this happiness have anything to do with a certain blonde Prince?”

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening as you gasped. Fíli. You had to tell him. Quickly, you wiped the tears from your face, steadying yourself before breaking into a run down the halls, Kíli following close behind. Your feet carried you toward the throne room - the very place you had originally been heading before your realization had struck. Fíli would be there, as he always was at this time. You had to tell him.

But as you reached the massive doors, you froze. Thorin’s deep voice echoed from within. You hesitated, the weight of his tone holding you in place. Kíli came up beside you, confusion flickering across his face as you both instinctively pressed yourselves against the cold stone wall, peeking through the slightly open door.

“I have arranged for you to wed, Fíli,” Thorin’s voice was firm, unwavering. “A high-born dwarven maiden from the Iron Hills. The union will strengthen our alliance and secure Erebor’s future.”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest. The warmth that had filled you only moments ago was gone, replaced by an icy numbness that spread through your limbs. The world around you blurred, and all you could hear was a ringing in your ears. Kíli turned to you, saying something, but his voice was distant, muffled. Like you were underwater... Drowning.

Fíli was to be married. To someone else.

The thought barely had time to settle before your body reacted on its own. You turned and ran, blinded by the tears welling in your eyes. The halls of Erebor passed in a blur, your heartbeat thundering in your ears, drowning out Kíli’s voice as he called after you. Reaching your room, you threw open the door and stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind you. Your legs gave out beneath you, and you collapsed onto your bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and clutching it to your chest. The soft furs brushed against your skin as you curled in on yourself, but they offered no comfort.

Sobs wracked your body, the pain in your chest tightening like a vice. You had been so happy only moments ago - so ready to share your joy with Fíli. And now… Now, it felt like that happiness had been ripped away before you even had the chance to hold it. You were so lost in your grief that you didn’t hear the knock at your door. Didn’t hear it creak open, nor the soft footsteps approaching. Only when you felt a gentle touch on your arm did you stir.

Kíli sat beside you on the bed, his expression filled with quiet concern as he rubbed slow, soothing circles against your arm. “You know Fíli would never allow this,” He murmured. “He will find a way. He’ll convince Uncle to put an end to this arrangement.”

His voice was steady, filled with certainty. But you could only stare ahead, fresh tears slipping silently down your cheeks. Because, no matter how much you wanted to believe him, a terrible doubt had already crept into your heart.

Slowly, reluctantly, you sat up, tucking your legs against your chest and wrapping your arms around them. Your voice was quiet, strained, as you finally spoke. “I don’t think Thorin will change his mind, Kí… He’s doing what he thinks is best for his kingdom.” You sniffled, brushing the dampness from your cheeks. “He’s a wise king. He knows what is best.”

Kíli stared at you as if you had gone mad. His brows furrowed, his jaw tightening. “Are you mad?” He asked, disbelief coloring his tone. “Are you just going to give up?” You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. But Kíli wasn’t done. “Fíli would not give up on you,” He said firmly. “Not for anything. He will fight. So why are you giving up on him?”

You finally looked at him, your eyes filled with sorrow but also with a quiet resolve. “I’m not giving up on him, Kíli,” You whispered. “But this… This decision will be best for him.”

Kíli’s brows furrowed deeper, frustration flashing in his dark eyes. “Best for Fíli?” He repeated incredulously. “You honestly believe that? That losing you - losing the love of his life - is what’s best for him?”

You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around your arms. “He is the heir to Erebor,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. “His duty will always come before his heart.”

Kíli let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "That may be true for Uncle," He said, his voice heavy with the weight of his own thoughts. "But Fíli... Fíli is not Uncle. He would never choose duty over you, not if it means losing what he truly wants." You felt a pang in your chest at his words, and despite the doubt that had clouded your mind, a flicker of hope ignited. But, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully embrace that hope. Kíli gave you one last, lingering look, his eyes filled with worry but also a sense of determination. "I'll go now," He said quietly, his tone softening as he stood. "You need rest, and I’ll speak to Fíli first thing in the morning."

You nodded absently, still too lost in thought to fully focus on his words. "Thank you, Kí."

With a final glance, Kíli left, closing the door gently behind him. As the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall, you sank back into the bed, your eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling above.

But what Kíli didn’t know - what no one knew - was that you had already made your decision. Deep down, you knew that no matter how much you wanted to fight for what you and Fíli shared, the truth was unavoidable. Fíli’s future was not something he could escape. His duty would always be his first priority, and the life he had planned before you entered it would take precedence over the love he had for you. And the addition that you were with child - his child - that would only complicate everything for him.

You wiped away the remaining tears on your cheeks and exhaled, your chest heavy. The heartache was unbearable, but you had no choice. No matter how much it hurt, you couldn’t stand in the way of his destiny. He deserved to be happy.

In your heart, you knew what needed to be done. You only hoped Fíli would forgive you for it.

~~~

As the sun crept up above the treeline, Fíli made his way to your room, fiddling with one of his mustache braids, nervous, anxious, and all in-between. News of his arrangement had shocked him. He was not expecting it. Not so soon, anyway. He thought he had more time to figure out a way to tell his uncle about his and your courtship, but it seemed that he ran out of time.

Fíli’s heart thudded heavily in his chest as he walked nervously toward your room, twisting one of the braids in his mustache. He had spent the night tossing and turning, struggling to find the right words to tell you. The news of the arrangement had hit him like a storm - unexpected and all-consuming. He had always known his duty as heir to Erebor would come with sacrifices, but never did he imagine that one of those sacrifices would be you. He had wanted more time. More time to prepare, more time to speak to his Uncle, and more time to tell you everything. The truth of his heart. But it seemed time had already run out.

When he reached your door, he knocked softly, calling your name with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Amrâlimê?" He called again, his voice tight. When no answer came, worry began to curl in his chest, and he hesitantly pushed the door open.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

His eyes scanned the familiar surroundings - everything looked as it should. The warm sunlight filtered through the windows, the soft pillows still in place on the bed - but something was missing. Something vital.

Your presence.

He walked in, calling your name one more time, but his heart dropped as he saw that your traveling bag was gone. A chill swept over him, and he quickly scanned the room again, his gaze frantic. Most of your clothes were gone too. Panic surged through his veins, his mind racing with questions.

Where were you?

Why had you left?

Had you overheard the conversation yesterday? Did the news of the arranged marriage drive you away?

He rushed around the room, calling your name in a panic, as though you might suddenly materialize out of thin air. But the room remained still, empty, and cold.

Fíli sank onto the edge of the bed, his breath shaky. He buried his face in his hands, torn between dread and confusion. His heart twisted, wondering if he had already lost you. If you had left because of the arrangement. Because of the future he could not escape. No, he was going to escape this fate. As he sat there, a glimmer of something caught his eye. A small piece of parchment lay on the edge of the bedside table. With trembling hands, Fíli reached for it, his breath catching in his throat as he saw your handwriting scrawled across the page. His heart pounded as he read, the words on the page sinking into his chest like a dagger. You were leaving.

The letter was short, but the message was clear - you believed your presence would only be a hindrance to his happiness, that his new path was the one he had to follow. He couldn’t breathe. Fíli’s gaze swam with disbelief, the words blurring before his eyes. No. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. You couldn’t just leave like this. He couldn’t let you go. With the letter still clenched tightly in his hand, he stood, determination lighting his eyes. He wasn’t going to lose you like this - not without a fight. 

~~~

Three months had passed since you left Erebor. The trip to Rivendell had taken much longer than you had originally hoped. Each day seemed to stretch on endlessly, as your fatigue deepened with every mile. At first, you had tried to push through it, thinking that it would pass, that it was simply the result of the emotional toll you’d carried with you when you left Fíli behind. But as the days and weeks stretched into months, it became clear that being with child while traveling long distances was overwhelming. Your body felt weaker, slower. Your energy was spent by midday, and you found it harder and harder to focus on the road ahead. The cold seemed to settle into your bones, and the exhaustion clung to you like a shroud. But, you pushed through. You had done this all before when you traveled with the Company, you could do it again.

There were also some minor setbacks - things you hadn’t accounted for when you’d decided to flee. One of the worst occurred when you found yourself trapped in a cave for three days, the weather worsening outside as relentless rain poured down, turning the paths into streams and making travel impossible. You hadn’t minded, as the cave offered warmth and shelter.

The rain didn’t let up, and you had no choice but to wait it out. Your mare, though brilliant and strong, was becoming restless in the confined space, and you feared continuing the journey in the worsening weather would only lead to more problems. You couldn’t risk getting sick - especially not with how weak you had already felt. You didn't want to possibly endanger your baby. So, you waited. You rested. The storm raged outside while you tried to find comfort in the silence; speaking to your pretty mare for company. She was a great listener. But all you could think about was Fíli. His face, his smile, his touch… All of it haunted you, pulling at your heart with a force you couldn’t ignore. 

Finally, when the rain cleared, you managed to resume your journey, though it felt as though the weight of the world pressed down on your shoulders. You were getting closer to Rivendell, but it didn’t bring you the peace you had hoped for. Instead, a quiet, lingering dread had settled in your chest. Would you ever truly be able to escape your heart's desire? Would you ever be able to stop longing for Fíli’s presence, for the warmth and love you had left behind?

You didn't know.

Rivendell was a breathtaking kingdom. The beauty of it all struck you as soon as you entered its gates - lush greenery, delicate waterfalls, and buildings that seemed to glow softly with an ethereal light. The air felt fresher, and crisper, and for the first time in months, you allowed yourself to breathe deeply, though the ache in your chest remained. As you dismounted your mare, weary from the journey, Elrond, the Lord of Rivendell, greeted you. His eyes softened when he saw you, a small, sad, but knowing smile touching his lips. It made something inside you twist. He had always been wise, and there was an understanding in his gaze that seemed to reach beyond words.

"Welcome back," He greeted you, his voice calm and warm. "We have been expecting you."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Expecting me?" You asked, your voice soft with a hint of curiosity. "How did you know I was coming?"

Elrond’s smile grew faint but not unkind. "I had a vision," He replied simply, his tone suggesting that it was not the first time such things had happened to him. His knowing gaze lingered for a moment longer before he gestured for you to follow him. "Come, I have a room prepared for your arrival."

As he led you through the halls of Rivendell, Elrond asked about your life so far to ease the obvious tension that weighed heavily in your chest. You told him about your time since the reclaiming of Erebor - how you had helped the dwarves rebuild, how the land was slowly healing, about Fíli... Elrond listened intently, his quiet presence somehow soothing despite the unease that clung to you. When you arrived at your chambers, the sight of the warm light spilling from the room’s entrance seemed inviting, almost comforting.

He opened the door for you, and you stepped inside, noticing immediately how the room was well-appointed, its beauty matched only by the peace it seemed to offer. The scent of lavender and soft herbs filled the air, and you realized that it was the same room that you stayed in all those many months ago.

"You must be exhausted," Elrond said as he glanced around. "I will have someone help you with your things. A warm bath has already been drawn for you. I imagine it will do wonders after such a long journey." You nodded gratefully, a small, appreciative smile tugging at your lips. You had not realized how much you needed rest until now, the weight of the past months settling in on your shoulders. "If you need anything else, please do not hesitate to ask," Elrond continued, his voice full of kindness. "Rivendell is very much your home as it is mine."

You turned to him, meeting his eyes with gratitude. "Thank you, Lord Elrond," You whispered, the first words of real relief escaping your lips. As he left the room, you sat down on the bed, letting the reality of being here, in Rivendell, wash over you. 

~~~

As the weeks flew by, you slipped into life in Rivendell surprisingly easily, though it wasn’t without its differences. Rivendell was not like Erebor. It lacked the warmth of the mountain’s hearth, the familiar scent of stone and iron that you had grown so accustomed to. The sound of the wind whistling through the halls of Erebor, the echoing calls of the dwarves working together in their forges, was a rhythm that had been with you for so long. And, despite the serenity of Rivendell, you would always miss that comforting closeness. The hustle and bustle, the sense of purpose that Erebor had given you... Here, it was peaceful, almost too quiet at times.

But, amidst the new routine, life had a way of continuing, whether you were ready for it or not. Slowly, your body began to change. Your stomach began to grow noticeable. It wasn’t drastic, but it was enough that even the maids who had tended to you since your arrival noticed. And you soon realized that Lord Elrond had known about the child, perhaps when you had first arrived.

He had been quietly supportive, and over the weeks, you found yourself with at least two maids - Imra and Anarzee - with you at all times, almost. They helped with dressing, ensuring your comfort, bringing you food when you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed, helping with your morning sickness, helping you with whatever random food craving you had, and bathing you when you felt too exhausted to do it yourself. It was, in a strange way, relaxing. You had been pampered more in the past handful of weeks than you ever had been before, but it was something you never truly allowed yourself to enjoy before.

Yet, in the quiet of the night, the peace that Rivendell offered often became too much for you to bear. You would find yourself lying awake, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts of Fíli, of the life you had left behind. The joy of being with child should have been enough to quiet the storm inside you, but it wasn’t. It only intensified the ache in your chest, the emptiness of missing him, of missing your old life. And on those countless nights, tears would slip from your eyes, soft and silent, as you cried for the future that could never be.

Leaving Fíli had been the hardest thing you had ever done. Every step away from Erebor, every mile that put more distance between you and him, felt like your heart was being left behind. But despite the agony it caused you, you knew deep down that it was for the best - for him. He was going to marry someone else, someone his uncle had arranged for him. He was the heir to Erebor, and his duty had always been greater than anything personal.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of Fíli coming after you. At first, you tried to convince yourself that he would find you - that he would search for you, desperate to bring you back. But reality was cruel. Yes, it had been a stretch to think he might come after you when you hadn’t even told him where you were going. 

You brushed your fingers gently along your bump, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you felt a little kick. You didn’t blame your child. You couldn’t. This little one, growing within you, had already captured your heart in a way nothing else could. The bond you shared with them, the tiny life that would soon be part of you, filled you with love so deep it was almost overwhelming. You promised them that you would love them with everything you had, no matter what.

And soon, the day arrived.

It was a grueling and painful few hours, each contraction feeling like an eternity. You gripped Imra's hand tightly, the pressure in your chest and lower abdomen growing with every wave of pain. Sweat beaded on your brow, trickling down your face as you fought to keep your breathing steady, remembering everything the healers had told you in preparation. The herbs they had given you helped, but no amount of preparation could truly alleviate the sheer intensity of what you were going through.

Anarzee, ever calm and steady, stood at your other side, offering soft words of encouragement. She wiped your forehead with a cool cloth, her voice a quiet anchor in the storm of pain that raged through you. 

Lord Elrond’s healer, Caerthynna, was guiding the process with quiet professionalism, her steady hands assisting in ways that left you thankful for her expertise. Her words were soft, assuring you through every push. "You're doing well," She murmured, her voice like a balm to your nerves. "Two more pushes, just two more, and you’ll have your baby in your arms."

With your next push, the pain surged again, sharper this time. You could feel your body straining, your muscles aching as you did your best to breathe through the agony, your mind focusing solely on the task at hand. "Breathe, slowly, breathe," Imra coaxed, her face etched with both concern and admiration.

Then, with one final, overwhelming push, the pressure eased, and the room fell into a heavy silence. The sound of a baby’s cry pierced the air, a beautiful, life-affirming noise that brought tears to your eyes. Exhausted, drenched in sweat, you collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for air as the weight of the moment settled around you.

"A beautiful girl." Imra spoke with a smile as Caerthynna cleaned your newborn in a soft cloth, before placing her gently in your arms as Anarzee grabbed a small blanket to place over your babe, over your arms. The world outside seemed to blur as you gazed down at your little one. Feeling her tiny hands pressed against your chest, and for a brief, precious moment, you forgot all the pain, all the heartache. All that mattered was the life you had brought into the world.

Tears, silent but flowing, gathered in your eyes as you whispered softly, your voice trembling. "You’re here." You brought your hand up to brush the little golden tufts of soft hair on her head, "My little Áine."

~~~

You held your precious Áine in your arms, the soft creak of the rocking chair blending with the gentle rhythm of your humming. The melody was one that had been passed down from your mother, a soothing lullaby that you had always found comfort in as a child. It seemed only right that you would now pass it on to your daughter. As you rocked slowly, you brushed her tiny, golden tufts of hair with your fingers, the softness almost too delicate to believe.

It had been a couple of weeks since Áine's arrival, and each day felt like a gift. Her presence was a quiet, constant joy in your days. Ever since she had come into the world, Lord Elrond had been kind, bringing gifts for her - a beautiful cradle carved with intricate designs, soft blankets that smelled faintly of herbs, vanilla, and lavender, clothing in gentle colors, and toys that would bring her delight as she grew. He had been a gracious host, and his kindness had not gone unnoticed. You didn't know how to repay him.

But as you sat in the quiet of the room, humming to your daughter, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of her resemblance to Fíli. The soft curve of her face, the delicate features, the tiny hands that were so much like his. And those eyes - those bright, sapphire-blue eyes - every time she blinked, you were reminded of him. 

"You're perfect, Áine," You whispered softly, your voice barely above a breath. Her tiny fingers curled around yours as she settled against you, her little body nestled against yours. The peacefulness of the moment filled you with a quiet sense of fulfillment. Your little Áine, whose quiet gurgles would be your new song, the melody that kept you grounded, no matter the storm of emotions that sometimes threatened to overwhelm you. With a soft sigh, you continued to hum, the soothing rhythm of the lullaby settling over both you and Áine as your exhaustion began to take hold. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, her tiny breaths, became your anchor. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered closed, and her little fingers loosened their grip on your hand. The peaceful silence filled the room, and you knew it was time.

Carefully, you shifted her into her cradle, laying her down on the soft blankets. Your heart tightened as you gazed at her, her sweet face peaceful in slumber. It was hard to leave her, but you knew that she was safe. Imra was there, her presence a quiet reassurance.

Imra smiled at you as you turned toward the door, a silent acknowledgment of your departure. “Go, my lady,” She said gently, “I will watch over her.”

You smiled back, a bittersweet expression crossing your face as you gave one last glance at your daughter. Then, with a soft breath, you stepped out of the room. It was hard, the thought of leaving Áine behind, but you needed a moment, just a moment to breathe, to clear your head. 

As you made your way through the halls of Rivendell, your fingers subconsciously pressed against your stomach, the same gesture you’d made countless times before. It was a habit, the comforting gesture that you had grown accustomed to. The fountain was in sight. It was a place you had frequented when you needed solitude. The sound of the water trickling into the basins was soothing. A soft smile crept onto your lips as memories of your time with the Company surfaced. The first time you had visited Rivendell, the dwarves had been so out of place, their grumbles about the food and the constant complaints about eating greens. You couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself. They had been so serious, so earnest in their disdain for the elven cuisine - and music - and yet there had been a charm in it, a warmth that had made those days unforgettable.

But now, the memories felt distant, almost like another lifetime. Things had changed, and you had changed. And yet, despite it all, the feeling of longing remained. You sighed softly, fiddling with your courtship bead Fíli had gifted to you so long ago. The past would always be a part of you, but the present was something you had to face, with or without Fíli. With or without the life you thought you'd have. And in that fleeting moment, at least, you could allow yourself to smile and remember the laughter, the joy of days gone by. Especially when they decided to swim in Lord Elrond's fountain; that memory always made you chuckle.

As you began to head back, the familiar, comforting space of Rivendell wrapped around you once more. The gentle curve of the hallway walls brushed against your fingertips as your other hand fidgeted with the soft purple silk of your dress, the fabric a soothing texture beneath your fingers. Perhaps, when you returned to your chambers, you would have enough time to have a nap yourself before Áine awoke. 

"Amrâlimê." You froze, hearing Fíli's voice, for a split moment, you thought that you were dreaming, hearing things.  

Your breath hitched, your heart hammering in your chest as you slowly turned around. And there he was.

Fíli stood at the end of the hallway, his golden hair slightly disheveled from travel, his bright blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, and exhaustion written in every line of his face, but none of that mattered. Not when his gaze was filled with something you hadn't seen in so long - relief, longing, and something dangerously close to heartbreak.

Your lips parted, but no words came. You could only stare, frozen in place as emotions warred within you. 

Fíli took a hesitant step forward, "I have been searching for you."

Your lips trembled as you finally found your voice, barely more than a whisper. "Fíli..?" Your heart clenched, your fingers tightening in the silk of your dress. "What are you doing here?"

Fíli moved closer still, his expression unwavering, full of quiet determination. "I have come for you," He said firmly. "To bring you home." Your breath caught, but he continued before you could respond. "Ever since I found your letter, I have not stopped searching. I wrote to every nearby kingdom, inquiring if you had been seen - King Thranduil in Mirkwood, Bilbo in the Shire, and ever the Iron Hills." You swallowed hard, emotions surging within you as he took another step forward. "Then I sent one to Lord Elrond," Fíli continued, his voice softer now. "Weeks passed before I received a response. And when I did, I left Erebor without hesitation. I had to find you."

Your throat tightened as he drew closer, stopping just a few feet away. His presence was overwhelming, the warmth of him, the reality of him standing right there. You had spent months convincing yourself he would never come. That he had chosen another. And yet - here he was.

Your fingers twitched at your sides where they gripped at your dress, you desperate to reach out, to touch him, to reassure yourself that he was real. Your heart ached with the longing to close the space between you, to feel the warmth of his embrace once more.

"Fíli-"

"Why did you leave?" His voice was strained, a mixture of hurt and frustration woven through his words.

You swallowed hard, your gaze dropping as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. The weight of your decision, the pain of that night, came rushing back with full force. Slowly, you lifted your eyes to meet his, the sorrow in them clear. "The night before I left Erebor," You began, "I overheard you and Thorin speaking. I heard Thorin arranging a marriage for you." You exhaled shakily, blinking against the sting of unshed tears. "I thought… It was best. For you. To leave. To give you a chance to be the heir you were meant to be, without me complicating things."

Fíli’s brows furrowed, confusion flashing across his features before something like realization settled in. His jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "You believed leaving me was best?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the raw emotion in it was unmistakable. Fíli took another step closer, his expression torn between disbelief and heartbreak. "Would you not think that I would know what is best for myself?" His voice was stronger now, edged with frustration, yet still laced with that unmistakable tenderness he had always reserved for you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he didn’t let you. "I was going to handle it," He continued, "I was going to tell Uncle that I was already in courtship with another, that I loved you, and that there was nothing he - or anyone else - could do to change that." 

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest. You had left, believing you were sparing him from a burden he hadn’t chosen. But here he was, telling you that you had always been his choice. Why had you been so stubborn? Why had you convinced yourself that leaving was the only option? That he wouldn't fight for you?

Your gaze dropped to the floor, shame creeping in as you muttered, “I… I thought I was doing what was right. I thought-” You swallowed hard, hands trembling at your sides. “I thought it would be easier for you if I wasn’t in the way.”

Fíli let out a sharp breath, his frustration evident, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he reached for you, his fingers brushing over your hand before he caught it completely, holding you firm. “Easier?” He repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “Amrâlimê, losing you nearly destroyed me.” His fingers tangled with yours as he looked up at you, so vulnerable, "Come home," He pleaded to you.

You parted your lips to speak, to say something - anything - but before you could, a soft cry pierced the air.

Áine.

Your eyes widened, and you instantly pulled away from Fíli's grasp, moving swiftly toward your chambers. Behind you, Fíli hesitated only a moment before following.

Stepping inside, you found Imra gently bouncing Áine in her arms, her expression apologetic as she looked up at you. “Apologies, my Lady. She has become restless but she does not seem to be hungry.”

Fíli’s breath caught as he took in the scene before him, his brow furrowing in confusion. But you barely noticed as you reached for your daughter, gathering her into your arms with practiced ease. The moment Áine was in your embrace, she quieted, her tiny fingers curling into the fabric of your dress, her cheek pressed against your chest. You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, your heart full. And then, as if sensing the weight of the moment, you looked up - meeting Fíli’s stunned, wide-eyed gaze.

Imra, ever perceptive, cast you a quick glance before swiftly exiting the room, shutting the doors behind her, leaving you and Fíli alone. Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words, with emotions too tangled to unravel in mere moments.

Fíli swallowed hard, wetting his lips as he struggled to find his voice. “You-” He started, then faltered. He exhaled sharply, his voice quieter when he tried again, hesitant, unsure. “You have moved on?”

Your heart clenched at the thought, at the hurt in his voice. You shook your head immediately, frantic to reassure him. “No, Fi. No.” You breathed out, “I have not moved on. I have not loved another.” You hesitated, words catching in your throat as you glanced down at the baby nestled against your chest. “Just-” You paused, sighing softly as Áine’s tiny blue eyes blinked up at you, her lips parting in a small gurgle of contentment. Fíli was silent, unmoving, as if afraid to breathe. You shifted, moving to the rocking chair by the window, settling in carefully with your daughter in your arms. Rocking gently, you finally looked back up at him, your voice softer this time. “Come see her.”

Fíli hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, his boots barely making a sound against the floor. Slowly, cautiously, he came to stand beside you, peering down at the tiny bundle cradled in your arms. She was wrapped snugly in fine satin, deep purple and soft blue, fabrics gifted by Lord Elrond himself. But it wasn’t the elegant cloth that caught Fíli’s attention - it was her. Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the window, wisps of it glowing like spun gold. And her eyes - bright, strikingly blue - mirrored his own, sparkling with curiosity as she let out another soft gurgle. And then, realization struck him like a hammer to the chest.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Is she mine?”

You smiled wistfully, your gaze dropping to Áine as you gently stroked her soft cheek. Was it fear that kept you from looking at him? Or was it the overwhelming urge to burst into happy tears now that he was here - that he had found you, that he had found her?

Your throat felt tight as you nodded, doing the best you could to steady your voice. “Her name is Áine.”

Fíli let out a shaky breath, “That night, in the clearing…” He murmured, almost as if he was still trying to grasp the reality before him.

You nodded again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes… That night.” A silence stretched between you before you found the strength to continue. “I found out I was with child the night I overheard Thorin,” You admitted, your fingers absentmindedly running over Áine’s tiny hand. “And I left… Thinking it would be easier for you. I thought if I were gone, you could be the heir without this - without me - being a burden to you.” You swallowed hard, guilt pressing down on you like a weight. “But now I know… Leaving was a mistake.” Your voice cracked as you met his gaze, tears slipping freely down your cheeks. “These past months without you have been unbearable. But having her… Having Áine, it felt as if I could breathe again.” Fíli’s expression was unreadable - his blue eyes glistening with emotions too vast to name. A choked sob left you as you shook your head, voice thick with regret. “I am so sorry, Fíli. I did not think my poor decisions would lead us here. I thought I was sparing you, but all I did was hurt us both. I hurt her...”

Fíli gently grasped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “No, amrâlimê,” His knuckles brushed against your cheek, a featherlight touch before he wiped away your tear with a calloused thumb. “I understand,” He said softly. “I do not blame you for leaving out of fear.” He let out a shaky breath, his thumb lingering against your skin as if reassuring himself that you were real. “I only wish you had told me. That you had trusted me enough to face this together.” His voice wavered slightly, but he held steady. “But the past is in the past. We are together again. We should not worry about the past any longer." Fíli exhaled softly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I will write to Uncle, tell him I have arrived in Rivendell and that you, Áine, and I will return home.” His voice was steady, but there was something unshakably determined in his tone - a promise, a vow.

Your breath hitched, a teary, joyous smile breaking across your lips as you nodded. "Alright." Your voice was but a mutter. 

“I have already spoken to Lord Elrond when I arrived." He continued, "I had been confused as to why he mentioned sending a carriage and a few of his finest warriors for whenever we decided it best to leave, but I understand now.” His eyes dropped to Áine, his expression softening, and slowly, he reached out. The tip of his fingers brushed along her chubby cheek, and Áine responded instantly, letting out a mix of a giggle and a gurgle, as if she knew. Tiny fingers reached out, grasping his much larger one, holding on tight. Fíli sucked in a breath, his lips parting slightly as wonder flickered across his face. “She’s strong,” He whispered, “Just like her mother.” Fíli’s gentle smile shifted into something more playful, mischief dancing in his bright blue eyes. “And clearly, she has my good looks."

A laugh bubbled past your lips, the weight in your chest easing for the first time in months. “Oh, is that so?” You mused, reaching up to tug playfully on one of his mustache braids.

His grin widened, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let you guide him closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “Absolutely,” He murmured.

“Come here,” You whispered, and Fíli didn't hesitate.

He leaned in, closing the distance, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss - one that spoke of everything left unspoken. Of love lost and found again. Of home.

~~~

Main Masterlist | The Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings Masterlist

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Courting Ayelýn

Series Listing Found Here

Aonung x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Pressured by his parents to enter a formal courtship, Aonung rebels in his own way and what starts as a ruse, turns into something real. 

Note before reading: This is a spin off of my Safe Haven Series.

Reading Safe Haven is not necessary to follow this story.

Some characters have been aged up. Aonung in particular is 25.

Ayelýn is my own creation. *Pronounced Aye-Lin

Warning!! This part contains smut.

~

Part 4 - When They Fucked

When Aonung had asked for the two of them to do something, Ayelýn thought perhaps they’d still end up somewhere public- for show.

Maybe they’d take a walk along the beach, or even attend a storytelling event, but no.

What she hadn’t intended from his request of it being just the two of them was that it truly was… just the two of them.

Their evening started out with a late night swim. Aonung led her to one of his favourite spots- a brightly illuminated, underwater hidden gem, filled with sea fauna and flora that was too beautiful for words. 

And so captivated by her surroundings, Lýn had missed the way Aonung drank her in- as though seeing her for the very first time.

Later on, they found themselves on his private tiny island, seated inside of the little makeshift structure he had crafted for himself. 

The sort of lean-to design was just tall enough that Aonung didn’t hit his head when standing and wide enough that at least four Na’vi could fit comfortably. 

Mismatched, frayed mats laid scattered on the sand, acting as a sort of flooring that also provided comfort, and there was even a well-worn hammock set up in a way that the amazing scenery was still within view.

Near the threshold, they sat face to face as Aonung revealed dish after dish from a sack that had already been there waiting for them. Their position also allowed them the gorgeous view of the glittering sky and sea- stars all out in their glory as rhythmic crashing waves sang.  

In quick succession, laid out between them was an impressive spread that had Lýn salivating. 

“My Eywa,” she whispered through an excited smile, tucking flyaways behind her ears. “It all looks so good! Is- is this hexapede?” 

“Mhm,” Aonung hummed, loving her reactions. 

“Where did all of this come from?”

“We got a huge delivery of goods this morning from the Omaticaya. I’ve already made sure Keftxo gets their fair share,” he said, trying not to wince guiltily. “I didn’t know any wasn’t given to Keftxo the last two times… but things should be brought down within the next few days since they’re still sorting through everything we got.” 

The trading system between the clans of Pandora was well developed by now. With the use of human technology, communication was up and running, thus, enabling an established procedure.

“Aonung,” Lýn voiced softly. She had no words. He’d gone above and beyond for her little village time and time again. 

He tutted at her affectionately, understanding the wave of gratitude she was trying to express. 

“We got fresh meat this time around. I made us some hexepade stew and roasted hexape-”

“Wait… you cooked? You? I thought you hate cooking?”

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled something incoherent under his breath and without responding, he continued pointing out the options- one after the other. 

“- oh and Lo’ak gave us a couple of these things from his private stash- something called sari cakes, I think? They’re courtesy Neteyam’s mother-in-law… and finally-” He emptied a pouch that held, “Yovo fruit.”

Ayelýn gasped. “Yovo fruit? You’re kidding! I’ve always wanted to try these.”

“I know.” Aonung had gotten them specially well preserved for the journey- just for her. 

He chose the best looking one of the batch and held it out to her, pleased when she leaned in to take a bite of the fruit between his fingers. 

Tossing the remaining piece in his mouth, he watched as her face morphed into one of ecstasy, eyes rolling in bliss, lips licked with a moan of appreciation. Her reaction had the front of his tweng straining within seconds. 

“That’s sooo good,” she sighed. 

“Fuck, Lýn.” He cracked his neck, willing his body to calm down. “Can you try not to kill me so early tonight?” he half begged, half teased. 

It took her a split second to catch his meaning, but when she spotted his obvious situation- one he made no effort to hide, she managed to mumble an apology through a mortified blush- though a small part of her was pleased she had that much of an effect on him. 

Conversation, fun and flowing after that, they talked about everything and nothing as they indulged in their Omaticaya delicacies- sharing and feeding each other bites of food with exclamations of “you have to try this!” and “oh Eywa, this one is amazing!”

And when their bellies were full and satisfied, their attention fell on the view before them.

A light breeze ruffled their hair while they sat in comfortable silence- both minds preoccupied. 

Fiddling with his bottom lip, Aonung tossed fleeting glances Lýn’s way- a question on the tip of his tongue. And unbeknownst to him, Lýn was also sneaking her own peeks- finding him far more captivating than their scenery. 

Momentarily distracted by a leather waterskin almost sort of hidden behind him, she couldn’t help ask, “What’s in that? Did we forget to try something?”

“Hm?” He turned to see, then, “Oh, no. That’s not for you to try. Lo'ak said it’s lethal. Some insane concoction called Spir’ytüs.” 

Ayelýn looked affronted. “What do you mean not for me to try? I want to try it.”

“Sorry, gorgeous but no.” 

“All I’m asking is for a sip!”

“Lýn, you can barely handle the lightly fermented ones we make here.”

“Says who?!”

“Uh- says me? Says that one time you were stupid enough to have a competition with Rotxo and I had to carry you back to your parents inebriated and had to explain to them that it was in no way my fault, yet your father glared at me as if I had fed you every sip myself!”

“That was one time! You know I usually hold my spirits well!”

“Yeeah. I’m not taking any chances. Especially with something I haven’t tried yet.” 

Determination blazing through her gaze and boldness taking control, Lýn crossed over to his side, careful of the spread that separated them, and in the blink of an eye, she was planting herself in his lap, knees on either side of hips. 

At her shocking actions, Aonung worked his jaw, eyes flickering to her lips before returning to her eyes. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, Ayelýn.”

“Am I?” Her palms danced down his skin, starting from his shoulders, feathering down his chest to land flat against the hard panes of his stomach. They rounded his sides with clear intent on the pouch behind him. “Not if I win,” she whispered in his ear. 

Like lightning, he caught her wrists and clutched them in one hand. Her feeble protests died rather quickly when he lifted his knees- making her land exactly where he wanted. The jaw dropping shock on her face at the intimate feeling of him pressed up against her warm heat was worth the painful ache it came with. 

Lýn could do nothing but watch as he used his free hand to pop off the top of the waterskin and take a deep swig of its contents. 

He tried not to wince at the burn but failed- it was sickly sweet and definitely fucking potent. 

“I win,” he rasped, triumphant grin stretching wide and taunting as he tightened his hold on her wrists- not that he needed to, since the minx in his lap put up no fight. 

Never one to back down, Ayelýn arched her brow as if saying really? And then she surprised him yet again by leaning in and kissing him- tongue darting out to taste the essence of the sweet spirits lingering on his lips and tongue. 

She’d stolen her taste. 

It happened so fast, Aonung barely had time to register, because she was then leaning back with a satisfied smirk and smacking her lips with a pleased hum. 

“No… I think I, win.” 

But Aonung was quick to retaliate. Greedy and demanding, he devoured her with the type of kiss that had her dizzy within mere seconds. 

Wrists released, her hands framed his face as their lips and tongues danced- moving to a tune that worked in perfect symphony. 

“Stay,” he begged against her lips- finally asking that question he knew he shouldn’t be asking.

He chased after her when she tried to break their connection, stealing one last firm kiss before she managed to push him backwards. 

“Aonung, this is a bad idea.” 

Logically, he knew she was right.

It was a terrible idea. 

Eyes roaming over her, he licked his lips. At some point he had released the tie that kept her wild hair confined. She was stunning- swollen lips, flushed cheeks and fully blown pupils. 

He wanted to kiss her again. 

So he did. 

One hand tangled her hair, he angled her head and parted her lips with his own. And though he could still feel her lingering inner fight, she kissed him back just as feverishly. 

Lýn rolled her hips- a single, deep roll against the thick ridge of him that gave her the most delicious friction despite the layers separating them- one that gained her a staggering groan from Aonung.

“Do you have to get back tonight?”

“Anou-”

He didn’t want to face her rejection just yet, so he silenced her with another kiss- a kiss that made her tail and toes curl… a kiss that hurt her heart just a little bit. 

The incessant throbbing between her thighs had become overly unbearable and, aching for relief, Lýn gave in, encouraging his touch as his hands explored her skin. 

They skimmed up her thighs and squeezed her ass before traveling up her sides- calloused thumbs sweeping the underside of her breasts. 

A loud swear escaped him and his hips bucked when she rolled again- core rubbing deliberate and way too much for him to handle. He clamped a firm hand on her waist to prevent her from doing it again.

Unhappy about this, she smacked the hand away and he smacked her backside in response, tugging on her tail in warning for good measure. 

“Ayelýn, I’m going to come within seconds if you keep that up.”

“That sounds like a you problem.” She yelped at the tug of her hair and the stinging bite he left on her neck. 

“So mouthy,” he mused. 

“And you’re annoying,” she muttered with a nip of her own against his jaw.

But then, reality creeping in, alarming and loud in her head, Lýn’s mouth moved faster than her mind, spewing, “I’m not a play-thing.”

Aonung reared back to see her face. A flash of hurt crossed his features and despite how fast he’d schooled his expression, she still caught it. “Of course you're not… Where did that even come from?”

“I- I’m just saying… I don’t know what any of this is or what we’re doing, but I needed you to know that.”

“Lýn. You're not,” he emphasized.

She nodded, glad to have at least cleared that with him.

“And anyway… It’s- uh… been a while for me,” he admitted in a soft tone. “I don’t- I’m not that Aonung anymore. I’d hope you think so too.” 

She did think so. Aonung was so much more different than she’d realized. Different from the rumors… different from when they’d first met.  

“When you say a while…”

“Mmm, counting? Over a year…” He scratched his jaw. “Almost two by now since we’ve been together- well not together together-” he rambled. “You know what I mean.” 

“Oh.” Ayelýn turned the information around in her mind as she bit on the tip of her thumb.

He hadn’t been with a woman in that long? How? Why?

“Okay,” she finally said. “And to be clear, you want to-” she gestured between the two of them, “-with me?” 

“Yes,” he answered firmly, fingers toying with the string that kept her top in place. “It’s no pressure though. We’re just having fun, right?” 

“Fun.” 

“Mhmm.” He ducked his head to nose at that spot where her neck and jaw connected. With one tug of the string, the beaded thing covering her breasts fell into her lap. 

A shudder made her jerk in his arms and Lýn blamed it on a gust of wind. This time of year and this late out, the breeze could get nippy… It definitely wasn’t the way Aonung was mouthing at her flesh, or the way his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples. 

Definitely not…

Fuck. 

“Okay,” she agreed breathlessly, head lulling backwards as his path trailed from her collarbones, to the tops of her chest that rose and fell in anticipation. “But just this one time and we don’t talk about it afterwards. Agreed?”

Aonung paused at her words. 

He didn’t want that. 

And instead of responding, he swallowed her nipple into his mouth. 

~

Sex with Aonung was not at all what Ayelýn imagined… and yes guilty- she had imagined this moment…. Many times actually. 

In the early days of their pretend courtship, a heartbroken woman named Zers’i had cornered Lýn, giving her a piece of her mind- accusing her of stealing the man she hoped she’d settle down with. 

By the end of the rant, Zers’i had turned from bitter and angry into a sobbing mess. And in the midst of Lýn, comforting the weeping woman on her shoulder, it led to an interesting revelation. 

“You’re going to have to do all the work. I- I guess I don’t feel so bad now,” the blubbering soul had stammered through tears. 

At the time, Ayelýn didn’t know what that meant, but with two other confrontations that bore similar remarks, she gathered that Aonung could be somewhat of a selfish lover. 

Yet here, in this moment as the stars watched over them, Aonung had ripped sounds from her lips she didn’t even know she could make. 

The man was ruthless in his pursuit to learn what she liked- mapping her body with his hands, lips, tongue… tail. 

He was far from selfish as he stayed buried between her thighs for Eywa knows how long, lapping and sucking while his fingers curled deep within her heat, causing delicious pleasure to consume her in wave after wave. 

Then, while she was mid recovery from another glorious orgasm, he was rearing onto his knees, lifting her calf over his shoulder and thrusting into her in one fluid stroke- right the the hilt. 

That first time, the burning stretch and his pace was brutal. 

Skin slapping on skin he took her hard and fast, practically contouring her body to his will as profanity fell from his lips like a prayer. He really didn’t last long at all and he even apologized for it when he dropped down next to her to catch his breath. 

Post orgasmic haze, his lips were everywhere, peppering her with sweet, playful kisses as he whispered things that made her blush.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?”

“You make the prettiest sounds when you come.”

“Will you let me taste you again?”

“...You’re beautiful.”

Eager to have her own way with him, she had slithered between his thighs, mouth watering at the sight of him coated in her arousal. 

Lýn was pretty sure dicks weren’t supposed to look pretty. She guessed he must have been an exception. 

He was quite impressive even though he was half hard. She wouldn’t tell him that though, she was sure it would only go to his head, especially judging by the stupid smirk he’d given her as she took him in. 

Lýn enjoyed teasing him. Within seconds of her little playful strokes and licks, he was fully erect and leaking all over her hand. His stomach hollowed out and his moans and grunts were loud as her head bobbed- mouth taking him deeper and deeper down her throat each time she came up for air. 

And when the cusp of his impending release came near, he was sitting up, impatiently pulling her up his body by the hair and kissing her with such passion, she was on the verge of combusting. 

Drenched between her thighs from her own arousal and his release from earlier, he slipped in with ease, sliding her down his length until she took him all- back bowing because at this angle, the man was impossibly deep. 

Eyes locked in unspoken intensity, they released quiet breathy sighs as they relished in the feeling of him seated inside her- deep and full and tight and warm. 

Limbs folded around each other and lips meeting halfway, they rocked slowly, fucking in a way that didn’t feel like fucking at all. 

Aonung planted kisses on her temple and her cheek and jaw, hands smoothing over every inch of skin he could find while Lýn clung to him- tiny murmurs and mewls escaping her.

They moved in tandem, deliberate rolls and grinds that weren’t rushed or hurried as they climbed higher and higher- the build up so profound and fervent, a few tears sprang to Lýn’s eyes. 

“Fuck, I’m going to come soon.” He licked away the lone teardrop that escaped her, and she tasted the salt on his tongue when he parted her lips with it. “Come with me, gorgeous. Please.”

She nodded and led one of his hands between them, showing him what she wanted- clit needing attention for her to get there. 

It was tempting to increase their rhythm, to want rock harder or move faster, but they both kept their pace, gradually getting to that peak that swelled and blossomed until they neared that break.

Rhythm eventually growing erratic, then faltering, Aonung hid his face- nose pressed into Lýn’s cheek as his fingers tightened their hold- in her hair at her nape, the others circling her clit. 

Ayelýn came with a soft cry and a full body spasm, trembling as she felt his warmth spread inside her. She moaned into Aonung’s mouth- his own groans accompanying hers.

Pleasure thrumming throughout her body, he continued to grind into her- drawing little aftershocks and whimpers from her. 

Both limbless and exhausted, they collapsed against the mats beneath them. 

Aonung slipped out from between her legs and Lýn made a face at the gush of mess slowly escaping her. Though, she was too worn out to care to do anything about it. Eywa, there was so much of it. 

Arm draped around her waist, Aonung kissed her forehead and whispered something she didn’t make out. She squirmed closer, and made a home in his arms, content to use a bicep as a pillow and to squish her face into the space below his shoulder.

And in the quiet of their shelter, the sounds of rolling waves lulled them into calm.

Aonung did not find rest easily that night. While Lýn slept, his thoughts plagued him. Knuckles running down her spine, he held her close… 

Something he’d never done with anyone before. 

Aongung didn’t do cuddling. 

He didn’t do soft and sweet fucking.

And he definitely didn’t do night overs.

He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping his thoughts would grow tired.

Ayelýn confused him. 

He knew he liked her. He hadn’t realized just how deep, however. The way in which this woman had wormed her way into his constant thoughts, terrified him.

A small dark part of him- a lingering remnant of the old Aonung, thought that fucking her would get her out of his system. 

They’d fucked alright, yet here he was, holding her because he still couldn’t get enough. She was no longer only in his thoughts.

She had seeped into his veins…

Into his heart.

Giving up on his inner struggle, he decided to literally give up. He was done fighting this. 

Done fighting them. 

Cupping her neck he held her to him as quiet prayers to Eywa left his lips, whispers buried into Ayelýn’s hair. 

~

When morning broke, neither of them spoke about it. 

And in the following hours that turned into days that turned to weeks, neither acknowledged the evident shift between them.  

~

Eywa. 

Please give me calm, give me strength. 

Ayelýn blew out another shaky breath. She was a nervous wreck this morning. 

Tail twitching behind her, she made yet another wrong turn along a bouncing pathway… Maybe it was deliberate? Maybe it was her body’s way of protecting her from what was to come. 

Eywa. She really didn’t want to do this.  

Throughout her journey, Lýn kept a look out for a familiar mountain of a man who she couldn’t seem to find anywhere. Of all days, this was not a day for him to be missing! 

Despite her obvious prolonging, she couldn’t stall any further or else she’d be late, and after final, futile efforts, she at least felt some ounce of relief when she spotted Aonung’s sister. 

“Tsireya!” she called out. 

“Ayelýn!” the woman chirped in pleasant surprise, walking over to meet her halfway. “Are you looking for my brother?”

“Well, yes and no. I was hoping to catch him for a moment.”

“He’s out on a hunt. Won’t be back till late.”

“Oh.” That was disappointing to hear. 

“What’s wrong?”

Lýn licked her lips and tried not to grimace. “My presence has been requested. Your mother summoned me,” she revealed. 

Tsireya appeared unaffected by the news, though she did pick up on Lýn’s nervousness. “I had a feeling this would happen eventually. I told my brother as much… He’s so stubborn,” she muttered with a fond shake of her head. 

“Why does she want to see me then? I was just told to come here.” 

“Sa'nok has been asking Aonung to have you come by for a while now and he’s been swimming around it,” Tsireya explained. “She thinks he keeps you purposely away from her and I’m guessing she’s had enough… and of course she’d choose the day he was on an all day hunt.”

“Ah. I see.” Lýn weighed her options, then, “Reya, I have no clue what to say to her… the few times we’ve interacted were- weird and awkward and honestly, I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“Lýn, trust me, you’ll be fine. She simply wants to get to know you. She did the same thing with my Lo’ak.”

That did ease away some of Ayelýn’s nerves. 

Tsireya took her hand and squeezed it in comfort. “And just a secret between you and me… if she offers you to stay for a meal with her, it means she definitely approves.”

~ 

Ayelýn tried not to squirm, but sitting before an intimidating Ronal would make just about anyone uncomfortable. 

They’d been sitting in silence ever since she’d arrived and Lýn decided to cope by focusing on her surroundings while Ronal continued to study her. After all, every nook of the Tsahìk’s marui had something curious to see. 

“What is your appointed position in your village, Ayelýn?”

Lýn startled, not only from the sudden break in their long, suffering silence, but also from the question. 

By now, it was no secret what her role in the clan was. Ayelýn had gotten her fair share of snickers and stray comments and at one feast only a couple days ago, she had to pull away a snarling Aonung when he’d overheard a group of women bad mouthing her and her scrubber status. 

The Tsahìk had also been present and seated nearby and Lýn had even caught her watching the ordeal in great interest. 

“I’m a scrubber, Tsahìk.” 

“Hm. Do you enjoy it?” 

“I don’t think anyone enjoys being a scrubber,” Lyn answered honestly. “But it is work, and I am diligent about it.” 

Ronal appeared to think before she spoke again.

“Should you have the opportunity, what would you prefer to be doing then?” 

“Oh- no, I-”

“T’is only a question, child. Won’t you humor a curious woman?”

“Ah… I- I suppose I’ve always had an interest in mending things.” Lýn held in a chuckle, remembering her first meeting with Aonung and his mortified reaction to her canoe. “Though I don’t believe I’d be any good at it given my lack of skill.”

“Skill can be easily learnt,” Ronal said, helping herself to a sip of her brewed seaweed and herb tea. “If I’m not mistaken, Hythspon is finally considering getting an apprentice- I believe you know him? Perhaps you might be interested in taking the position? I can put in a good word for you, if you’d like.”

Ayelýn sat up straighter. “Truly? I- thank you, Tsahìk… I will give it some thought.” 

“You should… It means, you’d also be closer to Aonung since you’d have to move to Awa’atlu.”

Unsure how to respond to that, Ayelýn mashed her lips together and gave a small nod. 

“My son does not realize it, but he speaks a great deal about you. I, however, am interested in getting to know the women he intends to mate and bring into our family, for myself... So tell me.” Ronal sat back expectantly. 

Lýn frowned. “What exactly would you like to know?”

“Everything, my dear. Everything. You will not be Tsahìk- since my Reya is next in line, but if and when you and my son do mate, you will be the mate of the Metkayina’s future Olo'eyktan. It is my duty to know who that woman is… So tell me, everything.”

And so, Lýn spoke as Ronal asked her question after question. 

She was asked about her family and her completed rites; Keftxo, her childhood, her likes and dislikes, what her values were and what she did in her free time. Ronal asked her what she envisioned for her future, even how many children she wanted to have.

With each question, they became more direct and personal and Ayelýn felt her walls going up and panic bubble in her chest. Her body was so rigid and tense, she had to force herself to unclench her jaw, to uncurl her tail and to give her shoulders the occasional roll. 

When requested, Ayelýn recounted the story of how she and Aonung first met and then Ronal asked her a question she had been dreading the most. 

“Aonung won’t say, but when do you believe you two will take the next step? I am keen to have the meeting of the two families. Tonowari and I have been lenient. We gave Aonung a year, it has now been almost two. I understand this must be a bit difficult for you, but… it has been long enough.”

Stunned, Ayelýn fiddled with the end of her tail, then, catching herself, she stopped. “We will discuss it, Tsahìk,” she feebly promised. 

“That is all I ask,” she said. “You may continue to court of course, there is no pressure to make the mating bond just yet.” 

Tension eased from Lýn’s shoulders at that.

“But, you have to understand, we need to know for certain whether or not this is a secure match,” she explained with surprising gentleness. 

“I understand.” 

“Good… Now tell me, Ayelýn. Are you happy in your courtship with my son? Truly?”

“Yes. He-” Lýn cleared her throat. “I am happy… He makes me happy.” 

“Hmm.” Ronal’s unwavering eyes made Lýn uncomfortable. “I must speak my mind when I say I was quite surprised by my son’s choice of you.”

Feeling another wall of guardedness shift into place, Lýn clenched her jaw. “Because I am a scrubber from Keftxo?” 

Surprise clouded Ronal’s features for a fraction of a second. “Oh goodness, no. Nothing to do with that. If anything I am baffled as to why you- a woman with her head on her shoulders- are with my Aonung- given how he can be.” 

“How he- can be? Forgive me, Tsahìk, but don’t understand.”

“Aonung is… subversive. He is wild and brash- rude. He is selfish in nature and is reckless with his life.  As his mother, I want nothing more than for him to see that he is destined to do great things.”

Lýn’s heart thundered in her chest. She should have bit her tongue but it was quicker to release. “Your son is already doing great things.”

Ronal regarded the woman before her. Gone was the fidgeting, nervous slip of a Na’vi. Ayelýn was livid. 

“You don’t agree with me?” she asked, mildly amused.

“No. No, I don’t. Aonung is defined by none of those descriptions.” 

“Oh?”

“Tsahìk, my apologies for speaking out of turn but- Aonung is bold, and kind. He is brave and he may seem selfish at times like you say but he would put his own life in danger for the help of others. He is brash and rude but he is also funny and sweet and charming- and he wants nothing more than your approval of him. He wants you and his father to see him- not as a constant disappointment but as your son…. He’s a good leader, he has heart and strength and the people love him!

“And yes he has his flaws- Don’t we all?! But he is our future Olo'eyktan- his mistakes no matter how big or small are seen as monumental in anyone else's eyes. He’s allowed to make mistakes, he’s allowed to learn from them and not have them constantly thrown back in his face... Like anyone else, he’s allowed to be forgiven…. Especially by his parents.”

Silence followed.

An awestruck appearance of realization formed on the Tsahìk’s face and Lýn braced herself for Ronal’s wrath.

“You speak with such passion for Aonung. I had not realized you were in love with my son.”

Ayelýn released a shaky breath. Not outrightly disagreeing with the statement, she didn’t correct it either. 

Since her mother’s slip of the word love a little over a month ago, she’d had sufficient time to dwell and think. 

At every attempt to reason away the absurdity, Lýn had failed. 

She was in love with Aonung. 

Through and through. 

Flaws and all. 

“We are courting, Tsahìk. Of course I care deeply for him.”

“For someone like Aonung with a commitment to his clan, courting has nothing to do with love, child. It is a path to secure a match in the end. You may care deeply, yes, but finding love in courtship for him is a gift. As leaders, courtship means duty, honor, security.”

Lýn bit her lip. She finally understood the pressures Aonung face day after day.

“Then, as a leader whose duty is for the clan- their needs, their happiness… Doesn’t Aonung deserve that too? You speak of love as this surprising gift between a match. But… can’t he just want to find love for himself?”

Ronal’s lips twitched and instead of answering, she asked her own questions. “Does my son know? Does he know how deep your feelings for him fall?”

“...No.”

“And will you tell him?”

Ayelýn’s head bowed, wordlessly answering the question. 

“Pity… Well. There is still time, no?” The Tsahìk uncovered a platter. “I am famished. Would you like to join me for lunch, Ayelýn?”

Staring stunned at the spread, when Lýn glanced up, Ronal was smiling. 

The type of smile that told Ayelýn she’d passed some kind of test. 

~

Hello friends! 💛

Firstly, I promise you, I tried so many others, but that's the title that happened to stick for this part... and on the topic, I hope the smut was alright... Hehe.

This part got way too long, so I split it into two. The next one coming out will be the final part. *Fingers Crossed*

As always, please let me know what you think.

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[deathworlders-of-e24]

Danny, Security Chief

Part 1

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“You know, the GAIL asked specifically for a Human security officer for this position. Yours was the first name on the list.”

Admiral Townes had said those exact words to him not 48 hours earlier, and here he was, in a rocket ship filled to the brim with races from 25 different species with different needs and different temperaments. Danny knew this was gonna take up a lot of his time.

Daniel Ducane, or Danny if you were a drinking buddy, liked it when things were quiet. He’d only really joined the service because of his family, both his mom and granddad had done it, and Danny genuinely did enjoy the feeling of helping people. God knows why he said yes to this posting though, an ‘experiment’ to push people to their breaking points. People usually either broke before then or they didn’t. Usually the former, and since the mission was a year long this time, Danny expected he’d get busy sooner or later. Apparently ‘keeping the peace’ aboard the Noah was such a high priority they’d even given him a commander rank the second he took the job. Weird.

Right now Danny was on his way to the Captain’s office for a briefing. Making his way down the halls of the ship, he took note of the many different species aboard. Several of them noticed him as well, some going so far as to stand at attention while he walked by. Danny even noticed how some of the crew took note of him. He wasn’t deaf to the rumors circulating about humans, about how we evolved on a deathworld practically designed to eradicate anything that wasn’t the best of the best. Humans had somehow conquered every other creature on their planet without any natural armor or weapons, by being these strange pursuit predators, apparently just too stubborn to give up the ghost.

When asked, Danny conceded that sure, Earth is kinda rough around the edges compared to other planets, but it was pretty quiet there these days. He liked that. His last posting had been on a security detail at the Doun embassy on earth, and he’d been asked a thousand times how he’d survived in the hellish landscape that had been ‘Arizona’. The Doun homeworld had an exceptionally long rotation period so most of it was frozen a majority of the time, a cool -4 on a hot day. He’d told anyone who asked “you just wear some sunscreen and short pants, you’ll be fine.” The idea of short pants was unheard of on Doun. They didn’t ask a lot of questions after that.

The door to the captain’s office hissed open, and Danny stepped in.

“Sir, security chief Ducane reporting for briefing.” Danny stood at attention, the only thing out of place being the black ball cap he always wore. It clashed with his gray uniform but he didn’t care too much about that. The hat wasn’t negotiable.

Captain Nadh, a Mergal man, stood up to meet him. The Mergal were insectoid, with two main limbs at what would be his shoulders if he were human, and a set of sub arms tucked into his abdomen. His left main arm was missing, replaced with a chrome prosthetic. His legs bent backwards like a grasshopper’s, and his body was sectioned into three different parts like an ant’s. The Mergal standard uniform was a two piece wrap, one around the neck with his rank proudly shown, and another like a skirt or kilt around his waist.

“At ease. Good to meet you, Ducane. My name is Captain *sssccchhht* [Proper Noun: Pronounced; Skitch] You came highly recommended from your last CO, so I’m hoping your brought the same level of commitment to the Noah.”

“Aye aye sir.” The Captain’s base language was a bit hard to understand to human ears, what with the lack of lips in favor of a set of short mandibles, so the translation was a beat slower than normal. Danny didn’t mind too much.

“Allow me to be honest, Chief Ducane. I specifically asked for a human security chief on this mission. I know your people have only been part of the GAIL for a few decades, but human exploits are known across almost every system by now.”

The corner of Danny’s mouth twitched up, and he had to stifle a laugh.

“You hired me…because I’m a Deathworlder, sir?” Danny asked. Skitch laughed, a low pitched chittering sound.

“Takes one to know one Ducane. I’m Mergal, everything at home wants to eat me, the plants, the animals, other Mergal.” Skitch laughed again.

“I wanted a human. I hired you because your record, your training, and your personality profile all tell me you’d be the best fit. You’d have full control over your team, train them how you’d like, outfit them with the best gear we have available, I think you’d be very happy here.”

Danny took a beat, then smiled. “Happy to keep things quiet for you sir.”

“Very good. Dismissed.”

Danny turned back to the door.

“Oh, Ducane, before you go. I got your clearance for your…requested gear and personal kit. I’ll trust you, until proven otherwise, but are you certain the equipment you requested is necessary?”

“You were honest with me, boss, so I’ll be honest with you. I like it when things are quiet. But I’d be an idiot if I wasn’t ready for things to go loud.”

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Danny put his feet up on his new desk and let his head rest back against the chair. He hadn’t brought a lot of stuff on board, so ‘decorating’ his office hadn’t taken that long. Two photos, one of his parents and siblings with himself, the other of him with the other members in his old unit back in his army days.

Two family photos, he thought to himself, and smiled.

He’d already squared away his duffel and his foot locker in his quarters, so all that was left to do was meet his new team. He’d seen the 3 other humans that’d be on the Noah with him, but none of them were on the security force, so that meant the 10 other crew were all going to be non human.

2 teams of 5, he thought. That way one team can get some sleep while there’s still half on duty at all times.

Danny had never really considered himself a leader before, but never really a follower either. He’d always just been part of the pack, watching someone’s six while someone else watched his. It was going to be different leading the pack this time. But hey, Rangers lead the way, right?

This is gonna be fun, Danny thought as his team came through the doors.

“Everyone fall in! We got work to do.”

[inquirepannacottafugo]

Okay, chicken fillet.

please put Fugo in his Weezer Red Album T-Shirt, I know he has one

-ask-crappy-mista

I DON'T HAVE ONE!!!

[gutwrenchs]

──   (  alexa barajas. twenty2. agender. she/her.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ARACELI ‘DOVE’ TABOADA anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of hot rod by dayglow last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a JUNIOR studying TEXTILE & SURFACE DESIGN + MUSIC PERFORMANCE & COMPOSITION? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re EXPRESSIVE & ANALYTICAL and a VIRGO. last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO DIE FIRST IN A HORROR MOVIE last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, PERFECTIONIST & RESTLESS, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by dogwood blossoms, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!

( 1 ) 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀...

name. araceli beatriz taboada. nickname. exclusively called paloma by her grandmother, dove by everyone else. gender. agender. usually goes by she/her but doesnt really gaf. date of birth. august 31st, 22 years old. zodiac. virgo. birthplace. guadalajara, mexico. orientation. bisexual, real life depiction of the 'damn nobody want you fr' meme. ethnicity. latina (mexican, tapatía). nationality. american. languages. spanish (native, fluent) & english (fluent) & asl. school. palladian. major. textile & surface design (focusing on home furnishing and set design) + music performance & composition.

height. 5'7. eyes. brown, but if you're ever writing about them, please refer to them as beautiful chestnut orbs that appear to have shades of woodland green in them when the sun strikes against the iris (her personal request). hair. dark brown, confused for black until the light hits it. voice. oscillates between a deeper tone and high-pitched squealing depending on how excited she is about a topic or a person. talks a mile a minute. slightly grating regardless since she never shuts up. occasionally pronounces words with spanish phonics if she's never heard it spoken. body mods. both ears pierced at the lobe, currently hiding a navel piercing she got while heavily intoxicated. scars. her pinky is still slightly crooked after #jumpropegate (do not ask her about jumpropegate). distinguishing features. beauty mark on her chin, strange and unusual big dipper freckle pattern on her upper back.

wardrobe. collection of clothing spread in the most mis-matched way possible. loves to wear coats in the middle of summer and freeze in flowy skirts during the winter. never has an umbrella in hand. must, by personal law, accessorize with at least 3 necklaces. none of this matters because she always finds a way to stain her clothes: dirt, bleach, paint, food, something's getting on her fit! scent. layers up on strawberry and vanilla scents like her life depends on it.

family. xochitl gomez (mother, alive, deadbeat), javier taboada (father, alive, deadbeat), aaron taboada (twin, alive), carmen taboada (grandmother, alive). pets. uniquely terrified of any animal that isn't frogs or toads. does not have a pet frog but she finds local frogs and toads tend to find her like she's snow white.

likes. astrology, but knows nothing about it, so she just says things about signs and hopes they land. the crunchy sound of old songs. academic validation. anything that's overly sweet and will give her a toothache (will complain about the toothache). people who allow her to obnoxiously recount her favorite movies. people who allow her to obnoxiously recount anything, in general. cherries, specifically in a jar. sneaking food into places she shouldn't. socks of all varieties. dislikes. movies where the sets are all green screen cgi. diet sodas that don't taste as good as the regular soda. having to fill in surveys. the word ergonomic (she doesn't like how it looks). reality tv shows where they don't get money at the end. toast that isn't heavily burnt (she likes it almost inedible). the french. cauliflower rice.

( 2 ) 𝗯𝗶𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆...

tws. neglect, abandonment

born 15 minutes after her brother. surprise! nine months and her parents had no idea they were going to be parents to twins: already had everything prepared for their little boy, precious and adored, only to have to make space in their lives for another. there was a moment, brief, where she was completely adored: a miracle baby, almost. until the stars faded and the reality of having two children instead of one started to settle in — double the diapers, double the meals, two figures to get through schooling.

aaron was always treated best. the thing is that after she was born, dove’s mother experienced complications, nearly died — and the experience was enough to make her father think she was cursed. an almost-killer. so it was easier to love the first born, the child that was wanted. she’s never spoken ill of dove like her father, but she thinks her mother believed it. home was comprised of two things: either her father’s burning fury at her for the act of being born, or her mother’s icy disdain.

it was little things: sometimes she wouldn’t have a plate set up for her on the dining table, or she’d have to walk home because her mother forgot to pick her up from school, or she’d have to wear hand me downs because there was only enough money for aaron’s new clothes. carved a distance between the twins, too. reckless, fun aaron and his quiet, academics obsessed sibling. that was the thing — if she couldn’t get validation from her parents, she would get it from her teachers.

The Big Split happens when she’s fourteen. this is when her parents hastily pack her bags and send her to live with her grandmother. her grandmother is sweet. loving, nurturing, the antithesis of what she’s had to deal with for most of her life. in a way, being sent to her is a mercy. a kindness from her parents. but it’s also a message: their family was set, and she was something outside of it. nothing to be done about that, though sometimes she catches herself wishing she could turn back time and find a way to make them love her.

dove never intended to go to college, happy to get a minimum wage job and figure out life day by day. until she wasn’t. until the days became monotonous, and she realized she was entering a spiraling loop. if she didn’t step out of it quick, it would swallow her whole, keep her cocooned in the past — so her anxiety told herself, anyway. she needed to get away, she needed to be reckless for once in her life, so she began applying to anywhere at all: any university, any program. palladian just happened to be the first to nip at the bait.

( 3 ) 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀...

do not call her araceli. she responds only to dove. has a pavlovian response to the name araceli where she starts biting if she hears it.

the type to be like "professor what about last week's homework 🤓" and was not pushed into enough lockers as a kid for her to not do that. just ignore her fr...

really loves movies and wants to work in film one day :3 her passion is 100% in set design, the music composition part of her major is just for fun. the type to write a musical masterpiece and not even realize it.

always has some kind of braid in her hair. she used to add flowers to them to appear more ethereal but then bees kept coming up to her so now she stays away from the flowery looks.

does not shut up. ever. do not engage in conversation with her because she will talk and talk and talk. can find a way to discuss any single topic. will also argue for hours even if she's wrong just to exhaust the other person into acquiescence a debate team's greatest dream and worst nightmare in one package.

always carries one 600+ page book in her bag just in case she needs to attack someone with it. do not ask her why she's prepared for an attack, just make sure you're not on the wrong side of her wrath.

is not allowed to drive because she can't go faster than 45 and even that is pushing it in her mind.

allergic to lying. no, really! starts getting a rash if she lies. most obvious tell is how she starts scratching at her arms.

( 4 ) 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀...

the almosts - dove is a little romantic but romance has never agreed with her. always the second choice, second best, the rebound, exes on bad terms, ghosters... these would be people she's attempted to form something with but none of them have ever stuck.

platonic soulmatism - the one person who just clicks with dove perfectly. attached at the hip even! u can't think of one without thinking of the other! ideally palladian for the memories but we can also discuss a newfound platonic soulmatism developing with a langston student :3

anything else! friends, enemies, rivals, that one vaguely homoerotic toxic friendship that's been built up since freshman year, a film student she does all the set work for, a bad influence, someone who pays her to do all their homework but they somehow haven't realized she doesn't know anything about their major, book club that consists of just her and one other person who always disagree about the book they're reading, someone who feeds the frogs with her

[multistanw0m4n]

Synopsis: Kevin and crew go skiing in Vancouver but what's hotter, the romantic drama or the chocolate?

Word count: 1.5k

Pairings: Reader x Canada Line??

Warnings: Fluff, very slight Kevin angst, hot tub scene, best friend Chanhee, I think that's all...

Author's note: This is my first Tumblr story sooo take that as you will.

It's HEAVILY inspired by scenes from 'To All The Boys I've Loved Before' and 'Boy Meets World' S5: E14 (but you don't have to know either to enjoy). It came to me after what Kevin said in their Ultimate Bias interview. Also I'm a new deobi so I hope I wrote everyone correctly.

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Kevin takes his 11 friends (The Boyz + Y/N minus Jacob) to his favorite ski resort in Vancouver. He chose a resort specifically knowing that Chanhee didn't plan on going out even once. They all arrive in the resort's lobby at around 6 p.m. and sort the rooming situation (Y/N of course getting her own). Once situated, most of the boys rush up stairs to drop off their stuff and put on their gear.

"Ready to see the slopes?" Kevin ask in English, directing his question towards Y/N. Y/N looks at the excitement on Kevin and Eric's face, then sides eyes the boy next to her, Chanhee looking less than happy to be surrounded by snow.

"I think I'll miss out today. The sun looks like it's going to set soon and I'm not trying to learn snow sports in the dark." She rubs her arm.

"Yeah, it gets more dangerous as the day goes on." A soft English voice catches the group off guard, them turning to see a boy around their age in a doorman uniform.

"Ja-Aye-Cobuh." Eric pronounces, sliding his finger across the boy's golden nametag.

"Yes, Jacob's the name, and if you and your friends want to keep cool, I'd suggest staying in tonight and helping yourself to our complimentary hot chocolate bar!"

"Hot chocolate? I'll take a cup, thanks buddy." Eric says patting Jacob's shoulder before turning away. "Anyways Y/N you in or out?"

"Yeah, there's no such thing as 'keeping cool' up here. Come on Y/N." Kevin pleads. She looks at him and ask herself how she could say no to those eyes, but she glances at Chanhee's blank expression and makes up here mind.

"You guys be safe. And save some energy for me tomorrow, okay? How does hot chocolate and Korean skincare sound?" Y/N turning towards Chanhee and speaking so that he can understand. He nods and Kevin sighs before waving them goodbye.

Flash forward to Y/N's solo room, her and Chanhee on opposite sides of bed. Y/N's laying down on her back allowing gravity to keep her Hello Kitty face mask on. Chanhee's sitting crisscrossed and facing her, the TV behind him.

"Why didn't you go skiing with Kevin? I know you're like, in love with him."

She quickly sits up, mask plopping down onto her lap.

"I'm not 'in love' with Kevin and damn it Chanhee, you made me waste good collagen!"

"Sorry but there's no way you came all the way on this trip just to pity me and not to make out with Kevin."

"Sure did, I knew there's was no way you'd stay warm with out your, bestie!" Youngie jumps up to hug Chanhee, him cringing and resisting.

"You know, there's another way we can warm up." The boy teases.

Next thing you know the two are outdoors surrounded by trees bigger than their hopes and dreams. A bright sunset quickly changed to a black sky filled with stars, the deafening silence of the night interrupted by the sound of cicadas shaking their wings.

The hot tub bubbles, a teal blue light illuminating the air around it.

Chanhee steps in first, his gray swim shirt turning darkening where the water meets it. He chuckles a visible breath, a result of the grueling outside temperature. He offers Y/N his hand, her untying her robe before taking it and stepping in.

They aren't alone for long as their friends hurry past them and towards the resort, whooping and hollering as the snow crunches beneath their feet. Kevin stops, and heads towards Y/N's corner of the hot tub, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"You look nice, Y/N. Do you mind if I get changed and join?"

A chill goes down her spine as he grins and walks away.

"Want me to leave?" Chanhee ask.

"You better not." She sighs. They suddenly hear more footsteps and the pair turns to see Jacob from earlier. He's in a long-sleeve black swim shirt but the sleeves are rolled halfway up. His blue swim trunks littered with rubber ducks work in contrast, showing off his cute side.

"Come to call curfew?" She questions, remembering he spoke English.

"Actually, I'm off the clock. This is my favorite way to wind down." He slowly steps in, taking up one of the remaining empty sides as to not sit next to Y/N or Chanhee across from her.

They chat some more before Kevin and Sangyeon join them, both in their trunks but neither wearing a shirt.

Y/N quickly looks down, growing nervous at the sight.

Kevin sits next to Jacob and Sangyeon's with Chanhee, the two striking up their own conversation.

"You missed the perfect ski." Kevin says, eyes on Y/N.

"I guess, but me and Chanhee created some fun of our own."

"Okay... but promise you'll join me tomorrow?"

"I promise."

"Come here and prove it." He dares, holding out his pinky.

"Can't you just take my word?"

"Nope, get over here." He pats the space next to him, now feeling the eyes of Jacob.

"Why do you want me over there so bad?" She hesitantly stands up making her way to him.

"Don't worry about it." He quickly ends as she sits so close that their legs touch, but neither of them move. She reaches out and connects their fingers, Kevin taking this chance to use his other hand and poke her side. She gasp at the tickle and shoves some water at his chest. "Oh it's on!"

The two splash water at each other, not hearing Jacob's silent objections on the matter.

Finally, Kevin takes a handful of water and throws it blindly, it somehow ending up all over Chanhee's face.

"Bestie!" Youngie shouts, making her way over to him to quickly wipe the drenched hair off his face.

Sangyeon takes Chanhee's side, the two rush inside and upstairs as Y/N grabs her robe and stays with Kevin and Jacob in the lobby.

"I'm so sorry." Kevin looks down. Y/N looks distant, worry for her friend clouding her mind.

"It's okay, but we at the resort take safety very seriously. Maybe let's just have everyone stay in their rooms for the night." Jacob ends and Kevin nods. His eyes flash to Y/N before making his way to his room.

Y/N stays in the lobby, water dripping from her swimsuit as she's lost in thought.

"You're probably cold. Let me grab you a blanket and some hot chocolate." Jacob smiles.

"You don't have to, I know you're off."

"I don't need to be paid to help out." He says. His smile puts her at ease as she takes the mug from his hands. He sips on a cup of his own as he sits down in a large bay window.

She follows, taking in the scent of her beverage.

"So, what's it like working in the mountains?"

"It's great. I always feel best surrounded by nature, which is why I've come here every winter since I was 16."

Y/N hums, sipping from her mug, whip cream covering her top lip.

"Oh, I got you." Jacob slowly leans in, their eyes meeting as their faces sit centimeters apart. He lifts a napkin to wipe her mouth, letting out a soft chuckle as he leans back. Y/N could only pray he didn't hear her heart pounding. "And what about you? What brings you out here?"

"I- I prefer warmer weather, but my friend Kevin has talked about bringing us to his favorite resort for the longest time, I just couldn't let him down."

"Ah Kevin, I see him and his family come in pretty often. The last time was around February, except he only came with one other person. Some girl I didn't recognize."

Wait, Kevin brought a girl here in February? Like his birth month February? Back then Y/N had tried to thrown him a suprise party but he claimed he could make it do to a last minute family emergency. Was he lying?

It's been 10 months since and she's still chasing after someone who's never seemed to like her back.

"I guess it's kind of romantic up here." Y/N looks out at the snow.

"Yeah, I've always dreamed of falling in love, snow falling as I'm snuggled up by a window, hot chocolate in my hands... " Jacob says looking opposite of them at the roaring fireplace.

She smiles up at him and he returns it, his presence making her warm inside and out. She'd never felt this way about anyone other than Kevin before. In fact, right now she wasn't even sure if she'd ever felt this way about Kevin.

They chat some more before their trance gets broken by a group of male voices.

"Last one up the hill buys everyone coffees!" Haknyeon shouts, Changmin and Sunwoo pushing to get in the front.

"Y/N? You're still in your robe?" Juyeon ask, Chanhee by his side, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Yeah, I should probably get changed and ready for bed."

"Bed?" Hyunjae ask, zipping up his puffer jacket.

"At 7 in the morning?" Younghoon's question follows as he adjust his shoes.

"7!? What do you mean 7!?" She whips her head back to the window, the sun rising for what felt like was just an hour into the night. "We talked all night?" She mumbles to herself, not missed by Kevin.

"You talked to him all night?" His voice filled with confusion and hurt.

[lanitaminaj]

lolita ౨ৎ

in which the reader finds herself crushing on her dad's best friend, miguel o' hara.

cw: sexual themes

the first thing you noticed about him was how beautiful he was.

he was tall, for one. his body length towering over the silver-shining refrigerator in the kitchen. although he was fully covered, you could see the indentations of his pectorals and his abdomen muscles peeking through his royal-blue pressed t-shirt.

he was talking with your dad in the kitchen, the two men hunched over the marble-designed island as they casually talked. they held corona bottles with limes on the rims, the men occasionally taking sips in between their words.

they hushed, however, when they heard you pad across the sycamore-wood flooring as you halted just ten feet away from them.

"papi," you voiced to your father, yet your eyes took frequent glances of the taller man. "can i go out tonight?"

"en español, mi amor."

"ugh," you huffed, rolling your eyes right after to further show your annoyance. your father exchanged an "ay," but you didn't yet notice how your dad's friend's eyes darkened at your action.

"jessica quiere que yo salgo con ella." jessica wants me to go out with her.

"y tu tarea, te acabas?" your dad asked, taking another swig from the bottle. and your homework, did you finish it?

"si, papi," you nodded your head cheerfully.

your father sighed, another swig from his corona taken. "bien," he spoke, waving his hand as a dismissal. "pero te quiero que tu regresar a las doce. tu me oyes?" but i want you to return at twelve. you hear me?

you squealed, sprinting over to hug and kiss your father's cheeks. "gracias, papi!" you sung, practically running out the door as you heard your father screaming at you to "tranquillate!" calm down.

your father sighed once again, the man downing the last of his bottle as he looked up to stare his smirking friend in the eye.

"hijas," your dad said, shaking his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. "tú sabes cómo es, miguel."

miguel's eyes, which were mischievously squinted, had suddenly softened. his smirking lips pressed against the lip of his corona bottle had then been pulled into a frown.

"si, chamaco," miguel responded, his hand gently placing the half-empty glass bottle on the marbled island. "yo se cómo es."

yes, kid. i know how it is.

-

the second time you've seen him was on a hot summer day in queens.

you were sitting on the porch outside of one of your friend's houses, eating from a melting vanilla ice-cream cone as you watched the men at work. they were pouring and flattening cement on the potholed-filled road, the men all sweaty and gross and dying.

you, on the other hand, was adorned in the cutest outfit as you rested; a floral-printed sheer tank top, a sky-blue denim mini-skirt, and a pair of strapped white sandals.

miguel took a peak at you from across the street, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched the angelic vision of you resting peacefully on that porch. he approached you, the bubble of his gradual form growing closer and closer was obscured by the darkness of your blackened sunglasses.

"chamaca," he greeted once he approached you, a friendly smile growing on your lips. "what you doing here?"

"my dad didn't tell you?" you responded, taking another lick from your ice cream. miguel's eyes were trained on your tongue. "i'm grounded."

those words made miguel's eyebrows shoot into his wrinkled forehead. "grounded?"

"yeah," you waved your hand nonchalantly. "for some dumba- for some stupid reason."

"no, i mean, aren't you an adult?"

"what? oh, yeah," a hint of a laugh escaped your ice-cream coated lips. "i'm in college and everything but, you know my dad. he still thinks i'm still a little girl."

miguel's smirked softened into that of an endearing one.

"speaking of your dad," miguel crossed his arms across his chest. "you know he's not here, right, chula?"

the way he pronounced the nickname, like velvet slipping off his tongue, made a shiver go down your back.

"i know," you answered, your legs bouncing off of the porch as your shorter frame stood to meet miguel's impossibly taller form. "i'm not allowed to walk home alone for a while by myself, so..."

miguel laugh-snorted, before pointing his head towards the direction of her home. "cmon, kid," he spoke, his lengthy legs striding down the street as you followed behind him. "let's get you home."

you trailed him, the slightly-heeled soles of your sandals slapped against the concrete-pavement of the sidewalk. you burned your eyes into the back of miguel's figure. your eyes entranced by how built and muscular his trapezius muscle was. you felt yourself blush a bit, your conscious forcing you to blame it on the hot weather.

"how's school?" miguel questioned, an attempt on his part to stifle an awkward walk home.

"it's okay," you shrugged. you managed to catch up to him, the pair of you walking side by side now. "i finished my prerequisites, so now i'm just waiting on the next semester to start."

"congrats, kid," he spoke, a sincere, closed-mouth smile on his lips caused you to smile again.

it was there when you really took in his features. you could tell he was older, the subtle wrinkles on his forehead and the hints of silver-streaked tresses peaked through his cocoa-brown hair. but, that didn't take away from how beautiful he truly was. his hair had volume and was pushed back, reminding you of a 1960's hollywood actor. his eyebrows were thick and long, and sometimes they furrowed when he was heavily focused in a game in dominos with your dad. he had prominent cheekbones, and his nose. your favorite part about him was his nose. you loved how long his bridge went, and how slightly wide his nostrils were. you told him once that he had a nose "como una zanahoria," a carrot, but you hoped he knew you were just joking. and his lips, his full, salmon-pink lips.

you wondered if miguel knew how beautiful he was; how his chestnut-brown eyes could make grown women swoon at him, or how his voice could make even the most menacing tiger bow to him.

he watched you stare at him, not realizing how the both of you had stopped walking. you both stood in place, his almond-shaped, tired eyes meeting with your sparkling, adorning pair.

"what you thinking of, hm?" miguel muttered. you could see the playful twinkle in his eyes. "i got something on my face, nena?"

"no," you retorted, your voice barely above a whisper. you made yourself shake your head, an effort to shake off whatever trance miguel had unknowingly put you in. "it's just..."

"just what, chula?"

you stayed silent for a few beats, before you averted your eyes to look at the pearl-white straps on your shoes. "nothing," you eventually said, your legs resuming the stride to your home with miguel hot on your tail.

at last you made it to your house, your hand dumping out the little remainder you had of your ice-cream cone out in the garbage can just outside the buildings home.

"thank you, migs," you thanked the man, your body already ascending up the porch's stairs.

"no problem, mama," he shrugged off. "just be good." taking off, the man halted just as you inserted the key to the door.

"hey, kid. what exactly did you get in trouble for?"

with the most delinquent smirk on your face and an inkling of a laugh about to escape your lips, you answered miguel in the sweetest voice he'd ever heard.

"neighbors caught me fucking their son in their yard and told my dad. how stupid is that?”

-

the sexual thoughts didn’t arise until july.

your uncle, your father’s brother, was hosting his annual summer party at his long island home.

your father, your uncle, and some other men were gathered around the backyard’s pool. while your dad was grilling some hot dogs, you could see your uncle, from your inside view of the glass-pane sliding door, smoking weed on his pool-side chair.

meanwhile you, sitting inside the air-conditioned living room with your cousins, ate your cherry-flavored popsicle as you listened to them gossip about some recent family drama. you froze, however, when your bambi eyes landed on him.

apart from the maroon-red swimming trunks he wore, he was bare from any other clothing. the protruding abs that always peeked out from underneath his thin shirts were on display now, his stomach shiny from the pool water and from the sharp ray’s of summer’s sun.

he held a cigarette in his fingers, his canine-teeth on display as he laughed at whatever joke your uncle had made. telepathically, his cocoa-brown eyes seemed to find yours, a glimmer in his irises as he did so. he winked at you, the corner of his lips pulled up as he watched you shudder from his simple action.

“y que pasó, mami?” your older cousin, giselle, noticed the sudden shiver racing down your spine. “too cold?”

“no,” you shook your head, your eyes facing your ruby-red polished toes before they glanced up, miguel’s backside facing you as he conversed with another one of your uncle’s guests.

mariana, your second older cousin, trailed your sight of vision before she cracked a smile on her pink sugar summer friday’s lip-balm adorned lips.

“que guapo,” she purred, her tongue poking out from her teeth as she laughed. “wait, he’s not one of our uncles, right?”

“no, stupid,” giselle smacked her knee. “that’s the guy her dad brought. he is mad fine, though. where y’all found him at, hm?”

“ask my dad,” you simply shrugged, swallowing the rest of your cherry-flavored popsicle that you had left.

eventually, the three of you joined the men in the pool, laughter and screams erupted from each other’s lips as you splashed at each other all afternoon long. after the sky began to turn a shade of tangerine-orange, however, the party was soon called to an end.

your older cousins had disappeared somewhere upstairs, a majority of the guests all thanking your uncle for the party as they ventured away in their ford trucks and honda’s.

your father and uncle were conversing about whatever inside the house, while you leisurely laid underneath a baby-pink towel on the lawn.

“hey,” a familiar velvet, resonant voice called out from above you.

laying on your back, you pulled down your raven-black square-shaped sunglasses just to fight back a gasp.

there was miguel, of course, standing above you with an amicable smile on his full, pink lips. his abs were regrettably concealed by a baggy, white shirt. he was still wearing the maroon-colored shorts, but now there was an obvious, huge tent in them.

diós mio. you were sure from his smirk he noticed how your neck bobbled as you swallowed. he moved toward your side, crouching as you rested up on your elbows to meet his eyes.

"you tanning?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised as his eyes drifted towards the becoming sunset.

"drying off," you shrugged. "i'm working with what i got here."

he chuckled, before his eyes found themselves glancing at your father and uncle. he got up on his feet, the sudden action causing you to get up yourself.

"you're leaving already?" you slightly pouted, an act you didn't realize you were committing but an act that miguel's eyes refused to unrecognize.

"party's over, cariña," he uttered, his fingers slipping a piece of loose hair behind your ear. "and your dad and i got work in the morning."

"i know," you whispered. miguel's rich voice whispered back little shh, shh, shh's, the same fingers trailing from your ear down to your chin. he held your gaze, his eyes narrowing while your own pair softened.

"no te pongas así, mamita," he purred. don't be like that. "what's got you upset, hm?"

"i'm not upset," you let a little laugh escape through your teeth. "i'm just used to seeing you around now."

"yeah?" miguel puffed his own laughter out through his lips. "don't worry, nena. you'll see me around more."

"really?" your eyes twinkled. he playfully flicked your chin before he smoothly pulled away.

"really," he parroted. his towering frame strode toward's his navy-blue chevrolet truck. "tell your dad i said thanks for inviting me. see you, chamaca."

"bye," you waved off, watching him get into his truck as he drove off.

your dad came out from behind you, his hand shutting the glass door behind him shut.

"hey, amor. ready to go home?"

-

that night, after your long shower, you laid peacefully still on top of your bubblegum-pink silk bedsheets. your hands were rested on your slightly bare stomach while your legs were crossed.

you thought about the events from today. the party, your cousins' gossip, miguel.

miguel.

the memory of his abs shining from the sunshine, his bare shoulders and chest, his hardened print protruding from his swim-trunks.

you couldn't help it. it was all too much.

you didn't realize when your fingers started to trail downward, the tips of your nails trimming the pear-white lacy ending of your olive-black cami-silk top. your fingers slipped underneath your matching silk shorts, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

the thought of miguel left you soaked, your mind racing with the reminders of the little nicknames he gave you, the way his voice deepened when he spoke to you.

your fingers traced the growing bud that was between your thighs. little breaths left your mouth as you circled around it, carefully applying pressure as you did.

blood rushed to your ears, your cheeks glowing in a hue of rosy-pink as your eyes squeezed shut. your thighs spread wider, your fingers rubbing faster as your unoccupied hand pulled down your cami top to let your tits be hardened by your room's cool air.

your mind was racing with pictures of you and miguel. you thought about his lips on yours, your hips sitting on his lap while his hands caressed your side. you thought about his mouth on your tits, the way he'd groan and curse when your cunt squeezed around his cock.

"coño," he'd whisper in your ear. "como una pinche zorra."

harder, you'd rubbed. your other hand raised up to play with your tits, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as a beg to yourself to not make any noise.

it didn't take long for you to unravel; slipping your middle and ring finger inside of you, your eyes went lax as your lips formed a little 'o'-shape. you pretended they were miguel's cock instead, his dick fucking roughly into you as he filled you up completely.

"take it," you pictured him growling to you. "eres mía."

"eres tuyo," you'd whine, your body going rigid as you came around your fingers. your chest heaved as deep breaths puffed out your lips, your thighs fluttering as you came down from your high. pulling your fingers out from you, you saw how they were coated with a mixture of an iridescent-shine and an eggshell-white cream.

fuck.

-

you didn't realize how bad it would hurt.

since your first trimester of your second year in college began, you've found yourself talking to this boy from your english class. he was sweet, of course, the boy taking the time to court you with baby breath flowers and two tickets to watch priscilla. you thought all was good, even taking the time to get dressed in a cute two-piece outfit; a linen-white skirt and cropped-vest top which you styled with a white bow in your hair, ankle socks, and some academia-inspired onyx-black loafers.

you found out just this morning, however, that he'd gone back to his ex.

you should've know. you should've know since he mentioned he just got out of a relationship, how he couldn't stop talking about his ex for fifteen minutes straight. but he was so sweet, so you overlooked the possibility of him seeing you as just a rebound.

so of course, it stung.

walking home, you opened the front door with tears prickling in your waterlines as you were consumed in your thoughts.

"hey, chamaca," you heard a voice call out from your dining room, but you were too distraught to even face the owner. you plopped your bag down near the sofa, rushing to your room as the same tears threatened to fall.

"chamaca?"

you practically jumped on your bed, not even bothering to kick off your shoes or unclip the bow which was stabbing the back of your head. you sobbed, your arms cradling your cotton-soft lacy trimmed pillow as you buried your face into it. faintly, you could hear rushed footsteps approaching your door, the sound suddenly halting before they resumed their way to you.

"oh, nena. qué pasa?"

you felt a dip on your bed beside you, a sudden warmth masking you as you felt yourself being rolled onto your back. through your watercolor eyes, you could see the silhouette of a familiar figure with broad shoulders and that signature pushed back, somewhat curtain-styled chestnut-brown hair.

"miguel," you hiccuped, letting yourself be pulled into the man's lap as his strong arms held you.

"what's wrong, baby?" he let slip, the affection going unnoticed by either of you. "what's got you crying?"

"a boy," you cried. "why are you here, where's my dad?"

"your dad's at the corner store and he told me to wait here until you got back safely. now tell me, a boy hurt you?"

"mhm," you whimpered. "he left me for his ex. i thought we were so good."

"i know," he soothed. his arms rocked you seamlessly, the action bringing him memories of him from a different life. "let it out, chiquita."

for a beat, you allowed yourself to be calmed in miguel's thighs, his arms lulling you to sleep as he hummed sweet lullabies to you. your tears subsided, your breath evening out as your heavy gasps came to a stop.

"i just wished they wouldn't leave me," you confessed, your voice minimized to a whisper. "no matter what i do, no matter what i give them, it's never enough."

miguel's rocking ceased.

you peered up at him, your doe, watery eyes pierced into his softened eyes. "please don't leave," you begged him, your wobbly, clear-gloss coated lips pleated. "i don't want you to leave."

for miguel, looking down at the little bunny in his lap; your cheeks warmed from crying and your body shaking in his lap, his answer came from that of his utmost sincerity.

"i won't leave, cariña."

"you promise?"

without missing a beat, "te prometo."

[carefreemonk]

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is. Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing! Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Key

Pronouns: she/her

Birthday (no year): jan 6

Where are you from? What is your time zone? west coast canada, PST

How long is your roleplay experience? between 25+ years

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? jesus uhhh that was like 25 years ago. started out “gming” worlds for friends as we ran around the neighbourhood throwing pine cones at each other n stuff. you know. the usual. then came the interwebs (i was like idk 11 and debatably should maybe not have been left to my own devices there). found avidgamers rp forums via neopets. medieval/fantasy, seattle alley cats, and pokemon rp were i think all my first written rp experiences in close/overlapping order

How were you introduced to TOA? old ferp pals on twitter kept making mention of it. eventually succumbed ha ha

Do you have any pets? black cat named cabbage. she was the 16th meow meow i fostered before i stopped (maybe get back to it some day…)

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) when the trees are bright red and gold and the air smells crisp and you can comfortably wear a jacket again… :softsmile: and the leaves are crunchy... tho i haven't crunched leaves since the wasp incident

What is your IRL occupation? admin/bookkeeper

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? webcomics, travels, ultimate frisbee, wanna try more sculpting

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? FFXIV, HSR, picross, zelda, smash bros sbeen a long time but shhh, stardew valley

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: ghost, haunter

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! only ever broke one bone (knocks on wood), it was my collarbone from being cross-checked into the boards in ice hockey. have "completed" two novels, no they won't see the light of day. have, over the years, drawn a cumulative 500+ comic pages' worth. i miss it

How did you get into Fire Emblem? fe7, shared a cartridge with my brother i think. just seemed in our wheelhouse w nintendo being what we had at hand

What Fire Emblem games have you played? 6 & up... i think? no spinoffs other than i guess?? feh? up to like. book 4 or smth

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: fe7 and fe7. nostalgia bias strong

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! matthew, henry, azama, louis, and. hector ig? idk

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! matthew. perky lil thief with a side of heartache… 

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 past key thought claude was p handsome i suppose

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: henry (100% still henry) - Fates: conquest- niles, birthright- azama, revelations- kaze. prob wouldnt change. - Three Houses: claude (prob felix in whatever next run i do) - Engage: louis/lapis (saved, finished one, went back for the other hahaha. maybe miss goldmary if i ever run again)

Favorite Fire Emblem class? thief or mage

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? maybe an archer? with p average stats. like i'd Wanna be a cool mage but idt it suits me hahaha

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Deer for sure

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? boon bow, maybe lance bane flying, faith budding talent in heavy armour, auth

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? Brodia? idk

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔 Tee Oh Ay

Current TOA muses: Hector, Azama

Past TOA muses? Ewan, Matthew, Henry, Florina, Goldmary

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Ewan, and nah. he was a delightful lil ball of sunshine but I don't feel I need that anymore

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? somewhat prickly, probably. also three of the guys i've written have canonically gone "Oho!" and another three i like w some overlap in there are the 'closed eyes' type so... whatever that means. In general tho: I like muses with whom I can explore aspects of human personality I wouldn't necessarily venture into on my own. (certain brands of conflict, responsibility, etc)

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could?  idk i think if i really wanted to write a kind of char i probably. would. but i guess the 'much more like Actually Super Intelligent than i can realistically pretend at' would be it i suppose

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? When you get to write characters with a shared history you've built together over time/across threads. When you can refer to past shared experiences, positive or negative... sobs. chefs kiss

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? A Hector near the end of his schooling arc might be neat (he's learned what he's came here for, he's ready to return to Ostia and do Uther and his people proud, and more competently than many mightve imagined at that) but. When that day comes he might really be actually going home soon lol.

Favorite TOA-related memories? lock and key jailbreak. bunker dead by daylight. unscripted both as a mod and as a player like. all of it. the first toa zine. the memes in all the discord pins (aka the laughs). really there's so much

Present or past tense? whichever my partner prefers idc that said have def written many more years in past tense than present despite toa's lean toward the latter

Normal size text, small text, no preference? normal but again idc i am perpetually zoomed in on any given window anyhow

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 sometimes matthew pokes his head up but he'd have to kill sampo so :shrug: living blissfully in my lane. sometimes think a genuine villain might be fun to try tho

[yukyunotabibito]

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

From neffi <3

Name: Vergil

Pronouns: She/He/They

Birthday (no year): November 14th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? I'm from the Midwest (America), but my current timezone is PST

How long is your roleplay experience? 'Bout two and half years total I think? If tumblr RP

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Does warrior cats on the playground count?

How were you introduced to TOA? Stalked the twitter for like a year

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Do you have any pets? I have a cat back home, but she's not with me at college

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) Fall! Because it has my birthday :3

What is your IRL occupation? Student <3

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Well isn't this embarrassing. My current obsession is 2ha/Erha

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Devil May Cry, Bayonetta, Elden Ring, Persona, Ensemble Stars, etc.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Dragon! Appletun <3

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! I'm a marine biology major!

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How did you get into Fire Emblem? A friend of mine introduced it to me in 6th grade and like any autistic child I immediately got completely obssessed

What Fire Emblem games have you played? (In order of the number), Blazing Blade, Path of Radiance, Radiant Dawn, Awakening, Fates, Three Houses, Engage

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: First was Fates. Current favourite is Radiant Dawn I think.

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Nasir, Kurthnaga, M!Corrin, Erk, and Zephia

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason!

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳Camilla. Any hot woman in general, so most of them. Vaguely Nasir.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: First was Chrom. IDK now. - Fates: First was Jakob. Mozu now. - Three Houses: First was Claude. Yuri now. - Engage: First was Alfred (Male Alear). IDK now.

Favorite Fire Emblem class? Kinshi Knight!

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? Random village NPC #12

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Black Eagles

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boon: reason, bane: gauntlet, budding talent: bow

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) Elusia

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How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) As the letters, so Tee-oh-ay

Current TOA muses: Kurthnaga, Nasir, and Zihark!

Past TOA muses? (In no particular order) Velouria, Anankos, Izana, Cadros, F!Morgan, Forrest, M!Corrin, Cadros, Erk (am I forgetting anybody???)

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Velouria. No, I don't think I can see myself picking her up again at this current point.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I don't even know anymore. Zihark has confused me. #Girl send help.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? God. If a man could dream.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) Emotional drama :3

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? Hm... I'm not sure

Favorite TOA-related memories? Dollhouse.

Present or past tense? Past? I think?

Normal size text, small text, no preference? Normal please wah wah wah

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉Under the right circumstances Yukimura could happen. But I don't that will be any time soon if ever

[cutecuttlefish]

The sword of the day is the shillelagh.

Pronounced “Shil-AY-lee,” this is the only weapon featured so far to have a D&D 5e spell named after it. It is a knobbed walking stick traditionally made of blackthorn wood and used as a cudgel. One method of curing the stick is to place it up a chimney for a period of months or years; the soot that accumulated on the surface gave it a shiny black appearance. The shillelagh would then be finished with oils, waxes, and other sealants. It was used as a walking stick, a tool for self defense, and for duels akin to those using pistols or swords. Some sticks had their knobs hollowed out and filled with lead to increase their striking weight, known as loaded sticks.

[cherrychapstick54]

Amnesia Was Her Name

Chapter 19: Buenas Noches Prostituta

Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon

Synopsis: The struggles of having to keep control of a stray man who’s just trying to get back home to Tijuana.

This chapter was written by me.

“Ay man why are you looking at me like that? You racist or something? I should report you to the cops, man. They won’t do anything, but it’ll scare you enough to stop staring at a hispanic man!” Despite the words said, Tommy stares dumbfoundedly at the man in front of him, who proceeds to cross his arms and get infinitely closer to the boy, looking him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

Normally Tommy would be able to hide behind whoever else is there, like Phil, but the moment he turned around, hoping for the winged man to intervene, Tommy realized he had disappeared. “Damn you, man I hardly know…”

Tommy turns back around, facing the stranger who now looks at him expectedly. “Um, listen man, I can promise that I’m not racist! Actually, I have a hispanic friend! He taught me something in Spanish that I’m supposed to say if I ever meet another hispanic! How does it go…”

The stranger watches Tommy carefully, anticipating what he’ll say next.

“Oh! It was, buenas noches prostituta!” Tommy’s bright smile doesn’t falter, not even when the stranger looks at him in bewilderment. It’s one thing for the boy to call him a prostitute, but the way he pronounced it? Bwen-ace no-chase prostituta? How is it that the only word the boy pronounced currently was the one calling him a prostitute?

“I need you to never speak Spanish again, man.”

“What?! But I thought I did great! Did you not hear me? I was like a right hispanic, mexican man!” As the stranger walks away, Tommy follows, attempting to prove his talent.

“Mexican man is not my name, cabrón. I think maybe you need a lesson in how to introduce yourself, man.”

“I’m telling you! Buenas noches prostituta! See, I said it perfectly! Buenas noches prostituta. I did it again!!” Tommy continues to follow the man around, much to the man’s dismay.

“Um, why does he keep saying that?” Tommy flips his head around to see a muscular woman about an inch taller than him. Just when Tommy can’t get more shocked, the strange man he was following runs towards the woman before jumping into her arms.

“Mamacita! Save me! It’s a white boy, and he’s trying to speak Spanish!” The man fake cries into ‘Mamacita’’s arms, as the woman becomes very caring towards him.

“Oh, come here. I know what’ll help you!” The woman cradles him in her arms, walking him over to a stray table that Tommy had left behind. She pulls out a small rolled up bag, filled with some sort of green leaves and flakes.

Tommy’s eyes widen, “Woah woah woah!! If that’s what I think it is, you should know that I’m a minor!!!”

Mamacita and the man look back and forth at each other before speaking, “Well, I’m not kicking the child out.”

The man visibly saddens, “Fine, we’ll just build a house so we can have our own space, man!” Immediately the man gets to work, constructing an outline for the walls.

“What the fuck are those?! Those are not walls!” Tommy moves the man's house outline, aligning the walls to look nicer, before standing proudly, admiring his work. “Now those are walls!”

“AY, MAN STOP TALKING ABOUT WALLS!! I DON’T NEED THAT BULLSHIT IN MY LIFE, YOU UNDERSTAND, MAN?!”

Tommy was torn between laughing and apologizing, so naturally, he laughed. “I’m Tommy, but you can call me The Greatest.”

“I’m not calling you that, man.”

“Please?”

“No, man.” The man walked forward, putting a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “But I will tell you my name. It’s Mexican Dream, man. I’m surprised you didn’t realize this sooner, amigo. You’re not too smart, man.” An arm wraps around Mexican Dream’s shoulders, making him blush as a higher pitched voice chimed in.

“He is right, you know. You’re very childish and not very bright.” Mamacita gave Mexican Dream a kiss on the forehead, making Tommy gag.

“I don’t like you very much, Mamacita.” Just as Tommy glared at Mamacita, Mexican Dream glared at Tommy.

“Ay, man. You talking shit to my girlfriend? Hm? I don’t think you wanna go there, man. You don’t know the things I’ve done for Juan Mendez, and you don’t wanna know. Got it, man?”

Tommy nodded in response, slightly scared of the duo in front of him.

“Good, man. I wouldn’t want there to be any problems between us. Now, help me build our house, man.”

- timeset noon -

“So MD, what kind of flooring do you want for your new house? I can get you anything.”

“MD? What’s that supposed to mean, man? Mega Dick? It’s pretty accurate–”

“No! It means Mexican Dream! I don’t need to know any of that!” Tommy burst out laughing. He was having more fun than he had expected with Mexican Dream.

“You said you could get me anything, Tomás? I crave the concrete of my homeland. Can you get me that, man?”

“Ah, you want piss floor. I got you, MD. No worries.” Just like that, Tommy started filling in the flooring of Mexican Dream’s house with a deep yellow concrete. Mexican Dream did not complain.

- timeset evening -

“NO!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, MAMACITA?!!!”

“I didn’t do anything, I swear! I swear!”

“Tomás! Did you or did you not see Mamacita with Juan Mendez earlier, man?! Tell me, man!” Tommy had never seen Mexican Dream this frantic and upset. To be fair, he hadn’t known Mexican Dream very long, but it still gets his point across. He supposed that he owed the man the truth, especially in this situation.

“I did.” It was so quiet, but it was enough. Enough for Mexican Dream to look at Mamacita with betrayal. Enough for Mamacita to fall at the man’s feet and beg for forgiveness. Enough for Mexican Dream to cry as he told Mamacita to go back home to Tijuana, without him.

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The first couple days had been rough, but Mexican Dream found a way to cope. He found a new friend. Not such a new friend for Tommy, though. He wasn’t a big fan, at all.

“Ay, ay, papa Tomás, you gotta teach your child some fucking manners–” Mexican Dream was suddenly silent, turning back and forth between Tommy and the arrow pointed straight at the man. “Woah, he’s mugging me, man.”

None of the men could hold back their laughter, Mexican Dream had gotten funnier since he became single. It was a sad situation, but it was a good outcome for the men.

Suddenly, Mexican Dream continued his joke, “He thinks I’m going to allow this man? He’s in the wrong fucking barrio, man.”

The arrow poked against Mexican Dream’s head before pulling back, “Drop the grass block, that’s a valuable here.” Mexican Dream could only stare at his doppelgänger in return.

“Oh yeah?” Mexican Dream pulled out a music player, playing llora at an almost head-hurting volume. “Drop them moves! Let’s go, baby!” The man got impossibly close to Dream, dancing against him.

Dream turned towards Tommy with an uncomfortable look on his face, “I don’t like Mexican Dream. Mexican Dream is weird.”

A long beat of silence stood between the men as Mexican Dream turned to face Dream again.

“Hijo de la chingada madre vas a escuchar, hijo de tu puta madre.” Mexican Dream followed after Dream as he took long strides away, faster than walking, but trying to not seem scared.

“What, wait. What are you doing?! Is he cursing me? Putting a spell on me or something?! I can’t tell!” Dream’s strides quickly turned into a run, but he couldn’t outpace the smaller man.

It didn’t end well for Dream.

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“Ay, listen, man, I don’t like this Dream man. He keeps giving me handouts, man! I don’t know that I can stay here for Christmas if he keeps acting like this, man. Can you talk to him? He’s like your father, right? Papa Tomás?”

“MD, we’ve been over this. Dream isn’t my father. He’s basically like my main enemy, actually.”

“Same difference, man. Talk to him, Tomás. For me.”

Tommy sighed. He had a bit of a soft spot for this man. “Fine.”

“Ay, thank you, man!” Mexican Dream began walking away, going straight towards Dream. If you hate him so much then why do you go right to him?

Tommy wouldn’t complain. Well, he would. But not right now. Right now, he’ll watch as Mexican Dream slaps Dream with a piece of raw beef and runs away screaming “That’s for the handouts, man!”

This Christmas will be very interesting.

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

[helenvader]

Since this week the ROP Summer Celebration 2024 prompt is (also) Minor Characters, let me share of my own, even though it's from a fic I wrote last year.

The character couldn't be MORE minor, since he appears on screen for 8 seconds. I was charmed, though.

This is him:

I'm sharing Chapter 4, where he appears for the first time. There are some "spoilers" for the story, but well. Never mind. :-)

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Chapter 4: Halbrand

The black and white caraes pieces, crudely carved from wood, were distinct: the black ones recognisable as Orcs; the white as Men. 

King Halbrand was given the white pieces. Orting, son of Orting (“just call me Orte, lad, like everyone else”) had insisted on it. The old man could not have known that it was but once that he fought on the side of the light. Twice, he reminded himself. The battle with the volcano had to count, too.

The game required patience, intelligence, and thinking several steps ahead. It was perfect.

He eliminated one of the Orc soldiers from the battlefield.

His opponent, rubbing knotted hands in delight, wore a wrinkled face radiant with the appreciation of finding such a worthy adversary.

“Very clever,” he said. “And you say you have never played before?"

Halbrand confirmed the fact with a silent nod.

"Incredible," the old man murmured, shaking his head. "Aye, truly incredible."

"I might have played… other games involving strategy, in the past," admitted Halbrand.

“I would say those were not played on a board,” the old man regarded him shrewdly.

Halbrand found himself at a loss for words.

“'twasn’t that difficult to put two and two together. That funny business with the mountain? You are no ordinary man, lad. Also, those witches made it no secret of who it was they came looking for.”

Halbrand blinked.

“What witches?”

“No one told you?”

The expression on his face must have been eloquent enough, because Orte embarked on a narrative journey to fill him in.

“Hmmm, where to start… We all thought you were done for, what with the spear in your back and all…"

Ah, yes. The spear. Adar's special parting gift.

“Never in my life have I seen a woman as furious as that Elf, and my wife was as hot-tempered as they come," cackled the old man. "Can swing a sword, that one. The creature’s head landed right next to Ebrenn's little girl. She was screaming like a slaughtered pig, poor thing.”

An Orc hopped across the board, and Halbrand’s army was short of a warrior.

“When your strength gave away, the Elf cradled you in her arms like a babe,” continued Orte. “I could swear she was… glowing.”

Halbrand’s face lit up with an involuntary smile.

He had suspected it, but now he knew. It was her who pulled him back. Why?

To hide his turmoil, he made an effort to stare at the board as if contemplating a strategy.

“I do not blame you, lad, she’s a comely one,” Orte remarked in an amused tone. “The kind that would set any man’s loins on fire.”

That was not a territory Halbrand wanted to tread.

“What about the witches?” he asked.

“Not that kind,” giggled Orte. “I’d stick with the Elf if I were you.”

Great. Even ancient, toothless Southlanders find you amusing.

Orte took mercy on him and resumed his tale.

“They were a scary lot. Especially the pale one with the staff. The shabbily dressed fellow was already there when those three appeared out of nowhere. Ignored everybody, just talked to him, all speaking at once, and loud enough so that all of us could hear.”

He cleared his throat and pronounced in a dramatic fashion:

“Where is Lord Sauron, sister?"

He scratched his head.

"You could see they were not right in the head, but still, why call a man sister?"

“Istar,” said Halbrand. "An Elvish word. It means wizard," he added, realising the Southlander hardly had any knowledge of Quenya.

"Ah. That explains it."

It also explained the unfamiliar voices in his head that day. Some lesser Maiar, searching for him for… obvious reasons.

“The wizard said there was none here bearing such name. Didn’t fool them, though. They’d noticed you already, and no wonder, you were moaning like a beaten pup. That wound must have hurt something awful. So, one of them was yelling that he was trying to kill you, and the pale one pointed her staff at him. It flashed like lightning, and she raised him up in the air like he weighed nothing. Then boom! flung him on the ground like a sack of flour!

“It looked very bad, very bad… ‘twas clear that once she dealt with him, it would be our turn. Scared stiff, all of us, and all we could do was watch, and wait… But then she stumbled. The Harfoot girl crept from behind and stabbed her in the knee. Nimble little thing. Funny creatures, Harfoots. Never heard of them before.”

Neither had Halbrand. Nori Brandyfoot was as much of a novelty to him as his unexpected willingness for self-sacrifice. To learn of the existence of both on the same day was ultimately more remarkable than a bunch of his worshippers tracking him.

“She bought enough time for the wizard to wrestle the staff from the pale witch. It was impossible to see, or hear what followed - wind started howling and blue light exploded all over the place. Once it was gone, the witches were gone, too. So was the staff.”

Now that the story was told in its entirety, Halbrand had to face its implications. A sense of dread squeezed his heart in an iron grip.

“So everybody knows who I truly am?”

“Indeed they do,” Orte chuckled gleefully.

The realisation of his vulnerable position robbed Halbrand of all strategic thinking, and, as a consequence, the white leader found himself in an equally vulnerable place.

Orte raised a brow over his opponent’s uncharacteristic display of ineptness, grabbing one of the black pieces and moving it across the board, beaming like a child.

Halbrand, the very much not prophesied King of the Southlands, fought a sudden urge to run away and hide in some forgotten corner where no one could ever find him. And it was not because he had just been defeated.

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Courting Ayelýn

Series Listing Found Here

Aonung x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Pressured by his parents to enter a formal courtship, Aonung rebels in his own way and what starts as a ruse, turns into something real. 

Note before reading: This is a spin off of my Safe Haven Series.

Reading Safe Haven is not necessary to follow this story.

Some characters have been aged up. Aonung in particular is 25.

Ayelýn is my own creation. *Pronounced Aye-Lin

Warning!! This part is pretty much pure smut.

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Part 5 - When They Fucked II

The deep rumble of Aonung’s grunt of annoyance sent a rippling vibration through Ayelýn’s body.

With another warning, he pushed her hand away. 

“It’s not- ngh!” A strangled whine broke from her lips as his thrusts sped up. Lýn tried yet again to reach a hand between them- to where they were joined, but the skxawng snatched her hand away. Again!

“Stop, Lýn,” he said firmly, pinning her wrist above her head. 

“It’s not going to work,” she snapped, fixing him with the sternest glare she could muster. It was difficult… especially because her entire body was thrumming with pleasure. 

Like an annoying sneeze that refused to come, Lýn felt her impending orgasm lingering- right there on the cusp. It was so close, she could just about taste it. All she needed was the slightest hint of attention on her poor clit. She couldn’t come without the stimulation of it- she’d never had. 

But Aonung, like a stubborn man on mission, was adamant that she didn’t need it- that he could make her come alone from his ‘oh so wondrous co-’

Lýn gasped when he suddenly pulled out of her. 

Feeling empty as her walls pulsed around nothing, he manhandled her into another position. And with a yelp, she was flipped onto her stomach. Hips drawn up to bring her to her knees, in one swift thrust, she was filled again. 

They moaned in unison as they adjusted to the new angle.

He was so far in- it was as though she forgot how to breathe. So deep it felt as if he were in her lungs- her throat. And when he began to move, she saw stars. 

Fingers tightening in her hair, he yanked her head back and mouthed along the span of her exposed neck.

“You feel amazing, gorgeous. Soo, fucking tight and-” he grunted when she clamped around him. 

Hips setting a ruthless pace against hers, Lýn whined and keened- barely able to hold herself up as her fingers clenched into fits around the material of the mats beneath them. She quaked at the tug of her tail and was so far gone, all thoughts from her mind were wiped clean. 

Breasts shaking with every jerk, on one particular thrust, Aonung hit something inside of her that made her cry out. Her back bowed as she ached into it and- Eywa. 

“Ayelýn,” he growled into her skin. He could feel her fluttering around him, squeezing him so tight he damn near came. 

When he reared up onto his knees, he slipped out for a fraction of a second despite her mewling protest. He pumped himself once, twice, before lining up and slamming back into her with a powerful thrust, using her hips as leverage.

Lýn’s arms gave out as white hot pleasure wrecked her- face hiding in the crook of her arm. 

Near delirious as she came, the tides didn’t stop- she felt it from the tingling of her scalp- hair fisted in Aonung’s hand- to the ends of her toes and the tip of her tail. 

And all the while her body spasmed, Aonung talked her through it- drawing out her climax with languid thrusts, murmuring sweet words of praise in her ear. 

Not long after that, he spilled into her, releasing a deep, satisfied sigh as if coming home from a long journey. 

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“Told you I could make you come like that,” he gloated, nipping her hip bone. He smothered his chuckle into her tummy when Lýn smacked him with her tail. 

Sprawled on her back, her chest was still heaving as she recovered. Aonung had slipped one of her legs over his shoulder when he’d settled between her thighs, chin perched on the same spot he’d just kissed as he peered up at her. 

A hint of light broke through the hideaway, signaling that morning was near, yet neither of them hustled to right themselves- both secretly wanting to stay in their little bubble just a while longer. 

Since their heated encounter a few weeks ago, there was an undeniable change between the two of them. Subtle at first, it had flickered into a maddening and almost uncontrollable fire. 

When it started, Lýn had made halfhearted objections, reminding him of her rules- despite the fact that they’d already been broken on multiple occasions.

But Aonung was ridiculously persuasive and she just about folded every time he promised it’d be, “the last time.” 

Oh the liar.

It began…

With kissing.

Needy, frantic kisses- all for show of course- when a very persistent Ezly kept trying to get Aonung’s attention at another feast they’d attended- despite the fact that it was well known by now that he and Lýn were in “a secure courtship.”

Followed then by soft goodbye pecks that Lýn would try to shy away from, only for Aonung to claim her lips entirely and have her caving in seconds. 

Then there were the kisses that came naturally, almost as if there was no thought to it- fleeting little things that happened in the blink of an eye- her, bringing him a drink of water while he and his team were sweat soaked from working on rebuilding a Keftxo pier- and him, ducking to brush his lips over hers in thanks. 

They happened so often now that Lýn found herself leaning in expectantly in moments she thought he’d kiss her- even freezing once or twice in embarrassment when she’d read the moment wrong. Aonung read her all too clearly however- his grin would be so wild and wicked while she feebly denied her intentions- words quieting as he gladly silenced her with his lips. 

Gradually, their public displays of affection continued in private, with a feverish intimacy that confused them both when they eventually went their separate ways.

Aonung’s hideaway had become a secret haven for them- one that was put to good use in the past couple weeks. 

Any excuse was used to end up at the little shack, and although they skirted around each other, playing with fire in an odd sort of foreplay that turned bickering into flirting- without fail they collided- exploring each other's bodies with a passionate intensity. 

It wasn’t always passionate though.

Sometimes it was playful and sweet, others simply exploratory, where they taught each other what they liked. There were of course the moments where it was pure animalist fucking- raw and savage that left them with bites and bruises. 

And then there was the type that they both secretly liked the most- the one that didn’t feel like fucking. It was the type of fuck that felt like making love…

But no matter the kind, after each time, while they basked in the afterglow, they talked. 

Some nights they’d whisper and giggle as they swapped childhood stories. Some mornings, on the brink of sleep and wake, they’d revealed hidden fears- him, not knowing if he was good enough to be Olo'eyktan, and her- worried about the unknown, about her future. 

There were also the rare occasions their tongues slipped up- admitting things they’d buried deep inside of them- 

I want you to keep me forever.

And... 

I wish you were mine.

- all said when they were both delirious and reeling from multiple orgasms- sweat slicked skin, roaming hands and mouths playing between hovering and fused as though trying to steal each other's last breaths. 

Today however, they were content to just be. 

Aonung drew shapes along her skin with his fingers, the digits trailing up the side of her thigh and over her flat stomach- circling her belly button.

It was quiet and calm- comfortable, and like always, they didn’t acknowledge what they’d just done. 

Lýn smiled lazily- the kind of blissful smile she usually gave him after a thorough fuck. She cupped his cheek and ran a thumb across his bottom lip. 

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured, staring at him. 

He kissed her palm in thanks, doing a terrible job at not blushing. 

He didn’t fucking blush.

And when he peered back at her- she had to look away- heart beating with a little bit of excitement, a little bit of fear.

It was that look again.

The one that spoke deep meaning.

The one she mistook for love…

After collecting her thoughts, she was the first to make a move. Aonung groaned grumpily, but let her untangle herself from him. 

“It’s still early,” he complained, sprawling onto his back without a shred of modesty. 

“I’ve been late twice already this week,” she said, reaching for her discarded tweng. “Slwen’s known for her hash warnings and you know she’s not quiet when she speaks. I think she’s on to me.” 

“Slwen likes me- just tell her you’ve been with me.”

Lýn laughed. “And be given another lecture like the one my mother gave us? Yeah, no way.” 

Tweng secured low on her waist, she scanned the mat covered floor in search of her top while her hands desperately tried to tame her wild hair. 

Aonung covertly tucked her top a little more under him with a smirk, enjoying the view of her pacing. Her pretty little breasts had love bites scattered all over them. It was the only place she let him leave his marks. 

“Have you seen my top?” 

“No,” he lied. 

Lýn zeroed in on him and held out her hand expectantly. It was not the first time he’d tried this. 

“Aonung, come on, we have duties to get to today. I already have a long swim ahead of me.” 

He obliged and got to his feet. “Let me drop you off, my skimwing will be faster.”

“You can’t,” she said, turning her back to him when he gestured for her to, and lifting her hair as he helped her with the ties of her top. “You have trainees to meet with this morning, remember?”

“They can wait,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her nape as he hugged her from behind- one hand sneaking up to fondle a breast. 

“Be nice to them, today.”

His face screwed up at that and before he could talk, she was speaking again. 

“They’re just kids and they look up to you.”

“They’re not kids- and also, did they seriously tell on me?!” 

They had. 

Lýn had thought it quite amusing, yet adorable when the teenagers had shyly approached her to say hello during one of her visits to the main village.

Mid conversation- Anoung’s overly strict tendencies had come up, and though to the trainees she supported their leader’s choices, she still found herself speaking on their behalf.

She turned in Aonung’s arms to smile at him. “That’s not important. Just be a smidge nicer, yeah?” She moved to walk away, but Aonung pulled her back to him with a firm tug on her tail. 

One large palm sinking into the strands at her nape, he gave her a firm kiss.

And when he pulled away, his face was a mask of seriousness. “We need to talk later,” he said without releasing her from his hold. 

She licked her lips with a frown. “About?”

“I heard you had a visitor a few days ago. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Lýn rolled her eyes. “Who told you? Kaii? My mother?” 

“No, your father actually.” 

She snickered. “I swear, you two are such terrible gossips.” 

But Aonung was not laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me Ezly visited you?” 

Trying to deflect, she glanced downward at the appendage currently poking her. “Can you put that thing away if you insist on talking about this?” 

Aonung sighed and let her go.

In the few seconds it took him to find his tweng and cover himself up, Lýn inconspicuously tried to sneak out. Before she could cross the threshold however, Aonung was quickly snagging her around the waist and tutting in disappointment. 

He kept her pinned with his body against a bamboo beam. “We’re not done talking, Lýn. You still haven’t told me why-”

“Because of this,” she pointed at him. “You always get so worked up-”

“Ayelýn.”

“Almighty Eywa!” she hissed. “Nothing terrible happened, alright? Erzo-”

“Ezly.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Her, yes... She came by all rude and huffy, telling me that it was only a matter of time before you ended things- that you’d grow bored of me- which is nothing I haven’t heard before- but this was much more worse than your other little heartbroken women- you’d swear she owned you! I told her she might as well just peed on you like a stupid dorado verde trying to keep predators away from its pilfered carcasses with how she was behaving.” 

Aonung snorted. “You told her that?”

Lýn shrugged. “Well yeah… and-” she mumbled something that didn’t quite reach his ears.

“I didn’t get that last part, gorgeous,” he said, shaking his head. 

“I might’ve- sort of… made her cry- just a little!”

He blinked- lips curling into a wry smile. “You made… Ezly… cry?”

She showed him her index fingers- fingertips inches away from each other. “Just a little,” she admitted with a pout.

Aonung released a breathy laugh and pecked her jutting bottom lip. “What am I going to do with you?”

‘Keep me,’ she wanted to say. So she did, keeping her tone light. “Keep me.”

“Fine by me,” he answered, lifting her in his arms. 

She sank further into his embrace. “You owe me by the way… Elzra and I had a serious conversation. I know for sure she wasn’t pleased, but I believe she’s gotten the message now… I don’t think she’ll be bothering you anymore.”

“Thank Eywa for you, gorgeous,” he said before covering her mouth with his.

Fuck. 

She was definitely going to be late again. 

~

Awa’atlu was the busiest Lýn had ever seen. 

They were after all preparing for an event that rivaled all others. 

Visitors from not only from the Omaticaya clan were all traveling to Awa’atlu to celebrate the official union of Lo’ak and Tsireya. 

Fishing expeditions occurred in grand fanfare as fleets returned with double the amount of their usual hauls.

Harvest gatherers and land hunters, stockpiled the village’s cashes and many worked overtime on the more time consuming matters- meat and fish smoked or salted, grains ground into flour and nectar painstakingly collected from pods. 

The beach and sea were combed for any hint of debris. Torches and fire pits- including a massive bonfire in the center of their communal area were constructed, and extravagant designs- tapestries, painted fabrics and flora arrangements were scattered in harmonic decor. 

A multitude of temporary mauri pods along the northern sealine were also constructed in preparation for the influx of guests the village was expecting, whilst drums and flutes were tweaked and tuned- their melody flowing through as songs were practiced. 

Fermented and brewed ales and wines were dug up from their resting place and Lýn spotted many with busy hands as they put finishing touches on their garmented designs. 

The Sully family in particular were arriving a few days before the designated festivities were to begin- expected to land in the early hours of tomorrow morning, and Lýn, to both her and Aonung’s surprise, had been asked by Ronal to be present at the greeting party. 

Not only that but the Tsahìk also expected Lýn to be part of all the traditional festivities and ceremonies spreading across the next two weeks… something Lýn was quite nervous about. 

One of these ceremonies included the official meeting of the two families- something that was traditionally done in the earlier stages of a couple’s courtship, but allowances had been made because of the evident distance.

It was also a tradition that was strictly practiced by the couples family. 

Lýn wasn’t family.

~

When night came, she made her way to the pod she had been directed to.

Aonung’s private mauri was small but cozy and far more homey than the shack on his little island. 

Tossing her overstuffed satchel of things onto his table, Lýn spun in a slow circle, taking in his space for the first time. 

He had a couple collections of odd knick-knacks, a plethora of weapons and fishing gear and surprisingly, even a few hanging plants that appeared to be well kept. 

His sleep mats- although untidy, looked inviting. Lýn wasn’t tired, yet she wanted nothing more than to sink into them- she bet they smelled like Aonung. 

Instead, she perched behind his little table and waited for him whilst fiddling with the odd human-made device she’d seen him use to communicate with other clans. 

At the sight of her when he finally entered a while later, he grinned like a child given a treat and Lýn couldn’t help the stupid giggle that bubbled at her chest. 

“What are you so happy about?” she asked, twisting to face him. 

“I have lured the Ayelýn Te Azuei Lou'ite into my home. What man wouldn’t be happy?” he half joked as he hung up the towel that had been resting around his shoulders and the soap pouch dangling from his fingers.  

“Oh shush! I’m still not sure how you managed to convinced me of this. I can still go home, you know? It’s not even that late. I’m sure I’ll get here on time tomorrow and I don’t see why I need to stay for all two weeks.” 

He huffed as if saying, “Not this argument again.” 

Placing a palm dramatically over his chest, he approached her. “Why must you always wound me with your words?” His hands reached for her expectantly, and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. “You’re always trying to leave me.” 

“Am I?” she whispered, eyes closing when his clean scent washed over her.

A soft sigh escaped her as she let him kiss her- head tilting to the left as he went to the right. 

Threading his fingers through her hair, he claimed control of her movement, bending her to his will as her palms trailed up his chest- one resting flat over his heartbeat while other reached high to cup his neck- fingertips toying with hair strands she found there.

Nothing between them felt like pretending anymore.

“Aonung,” she murmured as he forged a path down her throat. Something in her core tightened and Lýn knew she was seconds away from making another terrible decision- one that would make things harder when it came time to end them. 

After selfishly stealing a couple more kisses, she reluctantly broke their connection. “We should sleep.”

He swallowed and gave a shaky nod, failing to mask his disappointment. “Sleep… Right.” 

“Mhm. We have a busy day tomorrow. An early one too.”

It was why Aonung suggested Lýn stay with him from that night on, so that she didn’t have to wake at an unreasonable hour to make the journey over. She’d found it logical yes- but didn’t think it was a good idea for them to share a space… much less for her to stay the entirety of the two week celebration. 

But of course, and to no surprise, she folded. 

Ayelýn wasn’t even surprised that the man was also able to get her parents to agree to it as well- even promising her brother he’d craft him his very own official spear since he would be stealing Lýn away for so long. 

Soon enough, Ayelýn was settling in and making herself comfortable in Aonung’s sleep mats. And she was right… they did smell like him. 

Aonung sat near the edge of the fabric. He pulled her feet into his lap and tickled the underside of one foot, gaining a playful kick to the chest in retaliation. 

Crashing waves in the distance echoed comfortingly and a cool breeze blew into the marui. 

For Ayelýn, it all felt rather domestic. She’d already eaten dinner with him and his family that evening. Now here she was, curled on her side, observing him as his fingers released his hair from its usual tidy bun. 

“Should I be worried about meeting Toruk Makto and his family tomorrow?” 

“No, why?”

“Aonung, I’m not family, and I know your mother was the one to invite me but-”

“I want you there tomorrow,” he said firmly. “I want you to meet the Sullys. I want you to meet Neteyam and Xilä, and their son.” His hands abandoned his hair to squeeze around her ankle, one palm running up her calf. “When you start to feel that stupid feeling like you don’t belong there with us, just know that I want you there. Yeah?”

“…Yeah.”

Lýn hid her blush under the pretense of adjusting herself into a more comfortable position. Once settled, she nibbled on the tip of her thumb and squinted at the man before her. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, gorgeous,” he said as he continued with the twists to the front of his hair. 

“What’s the real reason you don’t want a mate?” 

“Who said I don’t want a mate?”

“Um, you did? When you asked me to help you with this elaborate plan of yours.” 

Aonung shook out his loose hair with a sigh, digits combing through the strands. He looked good like this, she thought. His curls were long and shiny and she was itching to run her fingers through them. 

“I want a mate. I want a wife.”

Lýn swallowed. “Then why-”

“It’s difficult to explain.” 

“Try,” she whispered.

He held her gaze for a long minute- expression soft and one of vulnerability. 

“Being who I am, sometimes I can’t tell when women are-” His brows scrunched, and he shook his head. “They don’t see me. They see, son of Tonowari. The chief's son. Future Olo'eyktan… And I know I am those things- there’s no escaping it... But I'm tired of being casted in my father’s shadow.”

His hands found her foot again whilst he spoke. Fingers tracing her ankle, thumb pressing into the ball of her foot. 

“I liked this one girl when I was dumb teenager. Thought I’d ask her to court once I completed my rites… but thankfully I didn’t since I overheard her and her friends gushing that she'd managed to nab the chief’s son and what it meant for her- her title. Her status. Her, her, her. ” 

Aonung snorted self-deprecatingly. “I wasn’t Aonung. I was a goal to her. A fucking thing to win… Anyway, from then on I found that women tend to only want me because of my title. It gets them attention. Other men are suddenly interested in them- because they’re seen with me.”

He rolled his eyes. “And sure, maybe it wasn’t all of them, but they began to blur, and it was hard to tell who was being genuine… So over time, of it happening over and over again, and getting hurt- I leaned into it. I lowered my expectations and gave no fucks.”

His thumb rubbed along the space above her heel, and Lýn had to bite back a moan. His fingers felt sinful and it wasn’t appropriate for her to, given that he was currently opening up to her. 

“So yeah, it’s not that I don’t want a mate. I do. But I don’t want a loveless match… I don’t want to have children and spend an eternity with someone I only bonded with out of honor and duty. My parents did it and were lucky to eventually find love… But I can’t. I’ve seen the unlucky ones with my own eyes. I don’t want that.”

“Aonung,” Lýn whispered, as though feeling his pain. “Thank you for telling me,” she said gratefully. “I understand… and I hate that for you. You deserve love to find that love you’re looking for.” 

He gave her a sincere smile of appreciation. “What about you?”

“Me?” she asked, shifting onto her back and nudging her other foot into his hands, sighing in relief when he began to massage it. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, eyes trailing up her body, from the feet in his lap to her slightly parted thighs, to her chest that was barely covered by a strip of cloth, patched with tiny seashells, to then finally landing on her face- eyes closing as she enjoyed his working fingers. 

“Why’s no man managed to grab you up yet?” 

Lýn snorted at his wording but since he was so open with her she decided to be honest too.

“Actually, a couple months before we met, I thought I was going to be.”

Aonung swallowed but managed to keep his tone leveled. “Who was he?”

“He’s a patroller from the Malti village. We met at a clan gathering and he was sweet and attentive. He had a way with words and he made me think that we really did have a future… I mean it wasn’t love but…” 

“What happened?”

“Keftxo, I think? He ended it after saying that it was too far a journey to make each time to see me… that the courting phase would never last.”

“That’s the poorest fucking excuse I’ve ever heard. Awa’atlu is farther than Multi is to Kefto and I make the journey out almost everyday!” 

“I know,” Lýn said gently. “Seeing that had me rethinking the entire thing. Maybe he just didn’t want me anymore, or maybe he just hated Ketfxo.”

“Well, his fucking loss then,” Aonung grumbled while he crawled in beside her, snagging her around the waist and making himself comfortable. 

Lýn turned in his arms, fingers coming up to fiddle with the talon around his neck and Aonung stayed still, watching her through hooded eyelids. She brushed a strand of hair off his cheek and traced down the line of his jaw, letting the tips of her fingers linger over his lips. 

If this moment could last forever, he would take it. 

Fingers still trailing, they burned a path downwards, stopping over his heartbeat. 

Calm washed over Aonung, and all he wanted was to be closer to her. He pulled her to him and affectionately nosed the space at the junction of her neck.

“Can I make you come?” he asked against her skin, fingers playing with the material on her hip. 

His request was so soft and casual, one would think he was simply asking for them to go on a late night stroll. 

Ayelýn’s body responded without her permission. She craved him, yet a tiny part of her rebelled. Her fingers sank in his hair- on their own accord, marveled by its softness. 

“Didn’t we agree that none of it ever happened and that we would never talk about it? As in never, ever?”

“Mmm, you agreed, yeah... I didn’t.” 

“Aonung… I’m not sleeping with you again. It’s a bad idea- you know it too.”

His head lifted out from her neck. “Who said anything about sleeping?” he asked in faux innocence. “I was planning to fuck you, Ayelýn. I wanna hear those little noises you make just for me.” 

Lýn squeezed her thighs together despite rolling her eyes in annoyance- though, she wasn’t really. “Do you only ever think with your dick?”

“Not always. My fingers and tongue do a lot of thinking too… and my tail.” He wiggled his brows. “And I know you’re into that.”

Head tossed backwards, she cackled. “Oh that was good. That was really good. No wonder you lure so many women in here- and speaking of-” She shuffled. “I hope these mats are clean.” 

She’d meant it as a joke, but an odd expression crossed his face. 

“What?”

“I don’t- I never brought women here.”

Lýn’s heart fluttered at the comment. “Never? You’re lying.”

“No, honest. Usually we just did it whe-”

“I don’t need or want to know where you and your entanglements happened,” she interrupted, causing him to release a breathy laugh. 

“Fair enough.”

She wanted to ask him why he’d brought her here but couldn’t bring herself too. “Can I ask you another question though?”

“If you keep doing what you’re doing right now, then yeah, go for it.”

Her fingers were still in his hair, tips gently dragging against his scalp.

“That woman- Ez something-”

“Ezly,” he corrected with a stupid smile on his face. “I’m starting to think you’re doing that on purpose.”

“I’m not!”

“It’s okay, gorgeous. Jealousy looks good on you. You’ve got me blushing over here.”

“Oh hush! What I’m trying to ask is- is she the one from your story? The girl you liked?” 

Aonung’s smile dropped. “How’d you figure that out?” 

“You said you never slept with her. Right?” 

“Mhm.” 

Aonung’s jaw was clenched tight, so she soothed a palm over it, happy when he leaned into her affection. 

“Whenever she’s around it’s like you can’t stand to look in her direction and you get all tense and irritated whenever she talks… Then there’s also the fact that she had this crazy sense of entitlement over you, which since you said you never slept with her… could only stem from something else. She was the girl you wanted to ask to court…”

He couldn’t deny it. It was clear as day all over his face. 

“And I’m guessing,” she continued. “That based on her behavior alone- even after all these years, she still had hope, she still thought that after you’d “had your fun,” you’d go right back to her.” 

“It took me a long time to get over her,” he revealed. “Like I said, I was a dumb kid… When I finally did, I wondered- what exactly did I ever see in her in the first place.” His head fell, face nuzzling into Lýn’s cheek as she wrapped him up in a comforting hug. “You were right by the way. She got the message- avoids me now… Still can’t believe you made her cry though… and I must say it’s kind of hot seeing you so protective of me.” 

Lýn laughed. “Ezra had it coming a long time now.” 

“It’s Ez- you know what- call her whatever,” he said through a snicker. 

Shuffling their position, he rolled them over. Lýn laid on her back now to accommodate his massive body. 

‘He was such a cuddler,’ she thought in amusement. 

“I’ve never told anyone any of that before,” he admitted. “I'm also surprised by how much you figured out too.”

“Really?” She soothingly caressed his back. He was getting a tad heavy being draped over her like this, but she didn’t mind. “Why is that so surprising? I do pay attention when you talk.”

His head popped up at that and Lýn internally squirmed at the intensity she found in his gaze. There was a question in his eyes and it was clear as day what he wanted.

“No,” she said, despite her body screaming, ‘Yes, yes, yes!’

“You know, gorgeous… that’s what you said when I asked you to kiss me the first time… and guess what? We kissed. No, is also what you said right before we fucked- and damn, I think lost count of how many times it’s been now,” he listed in a silly tone.

“Aonung-”

“No,” he continued, fingers trailing up her side, “is what you said when I asked you to court-”

“Fake court.”

“Fake court,” he corrected. “And now look at where we are…” He shook his head as though disappointed in her- so serious with his acting that Lýn had to mash her lips together to not laugh. “I have to say… I’m starting to think that your no’s don’t really mean… no.”

Lýn swallowed and forced herself to not look away from his intense stare- his eyes almost daring her to refute him. 

“So I’ll ask again,” he said, voice low rumbling, causing her tummy to clench, “Can I make you come?”

Playing along with his game, her eyes spoke volumes and when her mouth spewed the word, “No,” Aonung grinned. 

Head descending, he kissed her for a long, drawn out moment. “Fuck. I love kissing you,” he rasped when he pulled away. 

Love. 

The word did something to Lýn, and as Aonung studied her expression- she knew that he knew it too. 

Not wasting another second, he kissed her again, harder this time- a kiss so passionate, it burned through her veins. 

The arousing sound of her needy moan was his undoing and unable to hold himself back any longer, he pulled away again and made quick work of removing her top and tweng. 

When she was bare to him, he was everywhere. Lips, hands- tail pushing her legs open so his frame could sink right into her. 

She bucked her hips and pulled on his hair as he sucked on a pebbled nipple, teeth nipping around her skin before he swallowed her breast in its entirety. 

“Aonung, please-“ She tried to guide one of his hands where she wanted him. 

“Not yet,” he answered around her breast.

Lýn grunted impatiently. “I thought you were going to fuck me- ow!” She hissed when he bit her in warning and stubborn like always, he continued with his path of leisure down her body. 

He worshiped her skin with kisses and quiet words that went unheard by her, all the way until his wide shoulders settled between her stretched thighs. 

And only using his tongue, he licked her into oblivion. With broad sweeps and sucks, he kept her held down with a firm grip and Ayelýn could do nothing but take it. 

Ears gone muffled and no longer able to hear the lewd sounds of his tongue at work, much less her own moans and cries, she arched, fingers fisted in Aonung’s hair as an orgasm rocked her. 

He kept her thighs spread and opened when they tried to clamp closed, tongue lazily and gently overstimulating her as she came down from her high. 

Blinking into awareness and senses returning to her, she cursed and shoved his head away. Usually she wasn’t this sensitive, but right now, she needed a breather. 

Aonung didn’t seem to mind, if anything he appeared mighty proud of herself and how quickly he got her to break. 

Crawling back up to her, he captured her lips in a messy kiss- licking into her mouth as mercilessly as he’d licked between her thighs. 

As they kissed, Lýn reached between them. She fumbled for a second, but with his help, his tweng was gone, allowing her to take him in her fist- an action that made Aonung grunt and break their connection. 

Forearms planted on either side of her, he stared right into her eyes as she stroked him from root to tip. Over and over. Every time she reached the top, she gathered the moisture dripping from there and dragged it down his length. 

His jaw dropped with a soft “ah” and Ayelýn responded with a sweet sound- as though she wasn't trying to kill him with each squeeze- with each pump. 

Eyes clenching shut, Aonung groaned. Eywa. The pleasure was maddening and when spurts of pre-cum escaped him, he had to stop her. “Fuck. Fuck- Lýn I’m -”

Lýn could feel the tremble in his body. With two more strong strokes she released him, and no sooner had she, his lips were on hers again. 

“Aonung,” she sighed. “Please.”

“What, gorgeous? Hmm? Tell me.”

“I want you,” she begged against his lips, legs wrapping around his waist. 

He reared up onto his knees and stared down at her. “So pretty,” he murmured. Lining himself at her entrance, he pushed in- just the tip. 

Lýn’s moan was music to his ears. 

Aonung watched her body’s reaction to him- watched how well she took him with each slow press, watched her chest heave in anticipation, watched how hard she bit her lip and clenched the mat beneath her. 

Using her hips, he dragged in and out- falling deeper with each measured thrust, stretching her to fit him perfectly. 

“This what you needed, sweetheart?” 

“Ye- ngh!” Her eyes widened and she mewled when he fell over her, propped by one hand as he slid in all the way- right to the hilt. 

Hitching her thigh higher up hip waist, he moved with deliberate thrusts. “Eywa. You always take me so good, gorgeous. Just look at you.” 

Lýn cried out when his angle changed, hitting a place inside of her that had her breathless. 

Aonung himself was losing his mind, muttering words falling from his lips as the pleasure built. 

“Perfect, so perfect,” he said against her temple, lips and nose trailing across her skin as they moved. 

Lýn pressed kisses to his jaw- breath heavy in a pant while clinging to him. 

“There’s only- ah fuck- one thing that could ever make this better.”

His whisper was so quiet, she almost missed it. 

“What?” she asked, body tensing as she felt that telltale sign of release coming. 

His rhythm had become erratic now, pace a little more desperate and demanding. And just as Lýn reached her peak, he emptied inside her, heaving one word that had her coming harder than she ever came in her life…

“Tsaheylu.” 

~

Hello friends! 💛

This is way over due. I'm sorrreh! As a token of my apology, one last part will be released, a little while after this one.

Also, I did not by any means think this part would be so heavy handed with the smut- it just happened... sigh, so much for all that angst I envisioned.

See you at the next ending then!

And as always, please let me know what you think.

~

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Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: mirae

Pronouns: she/her but idm anything

Birthday (no year): oct. 11

Where are you from? What is your time zone? est

Roleplay experience: however long i've known annie (since i was 14ish)

Got any pets? two cats two dogs :)

Favorite time of year: autumn, the outfit layering is peak and the weather is so good (when it is true autumn)

Some interests and things you like: fashion, reading, video games when i have the extra time

Some funfacts & trivia about you:

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? aa/dgs/dr has me in its clutches, professor layton/ghost trick may be next (really cheesed by the logical puzzle/crime solving games), jrpgs

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: recently i've been a big fan of poison and ghost & piplup but cyndaquil and growlithe have been giving it a run for its money recently

How did you get into Fire Emblem? i saw nat's celica pfp and thought it was georgia from hm:tot then went from there

What Fire Emblem games have you played? none!! for a large majority of my experience - though i have actually played sov, 3houses, and started engage

First Fire Emblem game: fire emblem echoes: shadows of valentia (soft smile)

Favorite Fire Emblem game: fe7: blazing blade

Any Fire Emblem crushes? raven and berkut are the main ones i'm thinking of rn...

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? n/a

Favorite Fire Emblem class: have always been a big fan of wyvern riders and archers, but mages have a soft spot in my heart

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? i'm pretty squishy so probably a mage, but given my personality probably a cleric?

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? i think by personality and maybe status... GD

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? i don't know what all emblems are there but... i'd like lyn

How did you find TOA? through jae and nat's [sfx of a large truck passing by] if u know, u know.

Current TOA muses: lilina

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? gray from sov, and no. LAKGJLA;FJ once i drop characters, they're kind of dead

Have you had any other TOA muses? in order: gray, elincia, mae, tana, l'arachel, rinea, silque, raven, sain, petra, rutger

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? yes... soft girls, cheery girls, moody bois (though this one has taken a bit of a backseat); plus the occasional outliers like the more stoic ones or cheekier ones

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? after writing lilina for quite a few months, i've been really having fun with the short, snappy interactions that can be a little silly... reliving teen years in a sense...

Favorite TOA-related memory: out of character - any events like watching on rocky horror picture show halloween and karaoke; in character - i really enjoyed more recently the member run event harmonia (blows a kiss to tsu and n)

How do you pronounce TOA? tee-oh-ay

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? [redacted], [redacted], i always think about bringing mareeta or homer because each of them have very fun things to explore especially with the explosion of jugdral muses. i have also toyed with the idea of minerva with a michalis and maria here as well. i've thought about berkut so many times, but.. maybe one day. and many others who just haven't surfaced on the internet.

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Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: all the ladies out there ;D

Name: Samantha/Sam

Pronouns: she/her

Birthday (no year): May 28

Where are you from? What is your time zone? California! I am on PST timezone so three hours behind the TOA clock

Roleplay experience: Over 10 years! (Dear Naga the passage of time)

Got any pets? No :(

Favorite time of year: Winter!

Some interests and things you like: Reading but that's a given. I'm a huge history nerd and love learning random facts. Also love languages and have tried learning a handful of them but never stick to it rip. Dragons are my fave fantasy creature. (I'm terrible at filling these things out LOL)

Some fun facts & trivia about you: -I own about 300 books -I can skateboard -I wanted to be a geologist as a child until I learned how much math was involved -I can play the piano and a tiny bit of violin -I've never broken a bone

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Zelda, Persona, SSB, Honkai Star Rail

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Water & Vaporeon!

How did you get into Fire Emblem? Watching my brother play on the GameCube

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Physically played: Everything from SacStones on. Read scripts for Genealogy and Thracia.

First Fire Emblem game: Path of Radiance

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Awakening!

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 Take a WILD guess. LMAO but besides the Boy of All Time, I can admit I have a crush on Xander.

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: Chrom and I'd still S support him I'm basic and that's ok - Fates: Silas and it's a tossup between him and Leo now - Three Houses: Dimitri and still Dimitri. - Engage: Diamant and still Diamant I know what I'm about

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Swordmaster!

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Swordmaster!

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Blue Lions

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? It's a tie between Leif and Eirika & Ephraim

How did you find TOA? I saw an advertisement for the group on tumblr WAAAAY back when

Current TOA muses: Inilow, Leo, and Azelle

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? The one and only Inigo. I really can't see myself dropping him unless I left the group.

Have you had any other TOA muses? Ilyana and Vanessa!

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards?The loyal ones for sure. A shocking amount have sibling complexes and I don't know what that says about me as a person.

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? Honestly, I enjoy writing a little bit of everything! Happiness, angst, romance. But if I have to pick a favorite it'd be combat :thinking: Something about the adrenaline

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔 Tee-Oh-Ay

Favorite TOA-related memory: Oh naga. I literally cannot pick one so any and all the inside jokes/memes that pop up that would NOT make sense to anyone else

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? 😉Coughs into hands. If I said I had a Seth blog what then. Silas is up there too and there's a few from Thracia I have my eye on