#sorry this just made me think about nuzzling my head against you like an affectionate cat

[the-jellyfish-graves]

*hugs you warmly and affectionately rubs my body against yours*

I will happily accept that right now 💙 Thank you, you sweet little thing~

I can at least offer you softness and affection in return.

[notroosterbradshaw]

about: just some smut to fend off jetlag. i love sleepy Bradley, I make no excuses that I feel he does his best work in the early hours of the day. This was supposed to be a drabble… it’s not anymore. Sorry.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, pure fluff, smut.

masterlist.

The morning after the night before when Bradley met your family for the first time, you'd flown across the world to surprise your dad for his birthday and really, it luckily coincided with Bradley's time off. When you mentioned heading home for your old man's special day that usually kicked off your family's holiday season, you almost fell out of your seat when he said maybe it was time he met the fam face-to-face, not just making small talk over FaceTime. It almost didn’t seem fair that he was subjected to meeting everyone this way, but alas… here you were the next morning, jet lag kicking in while wrapped protectively in Bradley’s strong, golden arms and washed in the relief your family fucking loved him. You weren't overly surprised. 

Bradley's quiet, unassuming charm was just who your mum wanted you to end up with, he was into golf and surfing, so your dad and brothers thought he was the bee's knees. Your sister on the other hand... 

You had to fend her off more than you would have liked. You were confident in your relationship with Bradley, knowing he'd never allow anything to happen. "You're coming across a little desperate," you hissed after one or two drinks, which mortified her, and she apologised, admitting she was just happy to finally get to meet the guy who'd swept you off your feet. "Yes, my feet," you reminded her. When she pointed out how possessive you sounded, you didn't deny it. But she got it and gave you space for the rest of the evening. 

Ahh, sisters. 

Bradley felt your body writhe in the gentlest of movements against his and he sighed. Sleep hadn’t come easy for either of you and compounded with the food and booze you’d indulged in the day before, neither of you slept much. “You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered at God-knows-what-o’clock. 

“What time is it?” You asked softly.

“I dunno, baby. Sun is barely rising,” he admitted. “Can’t hear a peep in the house.”

Which was nice because yesterday was intense. Everyone was so excited to meet your new American boyfriend (fairly, it’d been about eight months, give or take with a few deployments), the incredibly handsome navy pilot whom you’d met one evening at a naval bar while travelling. You’d caught his eyes behind his sunglasses while he played the piano, the crowd around him as swept away with him as you were. The first half-smile in your direction, as he sang, had done you over in a way not one single person on the planet had before. 

He'd charmed you instantly. He still charmed you constantly. 

“Did you get any sleep?” you asked, biting back a yawn.

“Not really,” he peppered tender kisses into your shoulder blade and smiled into your skin as you pressed back into him, the oh-so-quiet moan made for his ears only waking him from his dreaded fog as well. “I’ll try and get a kip somewhere today. That fuckin’ flight murdered me.” 

“You were happy to fly economy,” you muttered. “I know you’re used to tight quarters, but fuck Bradley. It was 15 hours." 

“I know, I know I fucked up. I was looking at upgrades overnight. I’ll use my discount and stuff; we can do it flying home.”

“You sure?”

“Sue me for wanting to save a buck,” he sighed, with a tired, deep chuckle. “Flight was so full; people may as well have been sitting on the wings.”

“It’s Christmas. People travel.”

“You don't say,” he affectionately gripped your waist, rolling you to him and kissed you. “Good morning, I think," he nuzzled your nose against his and asked if you wanted some water or anything.

You shook your head, rolling back and snuggling into him as he adjusted his arms around you again, his nose buried in your hair. "I think Dad is gonna expect you for at least nine holes today." 

"I think so, yeah. Grill me and make sure I'm good enough for his little girl.” He murmured and if he was honest, he was the teeniest bit nervous. He’d never really been in relationships long enough to meet families… and who would he introduce anyone to, except for Mav?

"I think you'll be fine."

"He probably wouldn't be if he knew what a deviant I've turned his smart, beautiful baby girl into.”

You giggled quietly as you could feel the soft ends of his moustache curve into a smirk against the nape of your neck. "He'd send you back on the first flight to LA."

"I would believe that," he said softly. 

"I think yesterday went really well, Bradley," you confided quietly to him.

"You think? I was on my very best behaviour," he teased you.

"Yes, you were," you admitted. Not that he ever wasn't. Bradley was instilled with a remarkable set of manners. He was chivalrous and courteous to a fault, incredibly sweet and at times, pensive, even shy. Almost make believe that you were lucky enough to share his time. You wriggled back against him, and you could feel the hard-on straining through his boxer briefs. "Down, boy." 

"Can't help it," he sighed. "You know what you do to me with that ass. I know what you want. You're not that transparent."

You bit back your pleased smile as his wandering hands travelled down your side, fingertips toying with the hem of his old Navy tee that was now your bed shirt. At home, you were nude sleepers. At your parents' home during the holidays? You showed decorum and respect and you both hated it, preferring skin-on-skin of the other but alas, anyone could walk in at any time. 

“Have a thought about how we might be able to fuck this jetlag off…” 

“Oh, yeah?” at this point, you’d do anything and with Bradley’s travel for work, you hoped maybe he might have some insight. You had planned to just power through and try not to be the world’s most exhausted asshole. 

"You just move your thigh a little this way..." he murmured, his palm cupping your hamstring and you pressed back into him, grinning softly. “And I just slide up in here – ”

“Confident of you, don’t you think?”

“You’re always wet for me,” he whispered against your skin. “Unless you deny it.”

“Never…” you told him, reaching back to wrap an arm around his strong neck. “I just can't keep it down with you. Why didn’t you convince me to get the AirBnb?”

He loved how vocal you were during sex. Your moans, the hisses, the way you'd bite your lip when you were so close. That groan as you came, or the little squeal when you were too sensitive was burned into his brain as his favourite sounds in the world. 

"Just lemme hold you then, it's okay, sweetheart," he grumbled. “I’ll live if you can.” 

“Asshole,” you muttered as he chuckled. 

“Do you want a blowjob?” You nervously offered, turning back to him and he looped your thigh over his hip and perched you above him with such little effort on his behalf - you loved how strong he was but you knew what was waiting for you, Bradley made no secret he was turned on and you loved that you were able to have him on a knife-edge at all times. 

The one per cent, he’s told you once before. 

You’re so sweet to him as you slowly dragged your hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing more and more skin, cock springing free, slapping against his toned, tanned Adonis belt. Long, thick and dripping with precum already and he almost blushed at how eager he was.

“I’ll never say no,” he replied, “And I know you might be uncomfortable here. Your dad is right across the hall, baby."

“But my daddy is right here…” you immediately corrected him, and he smiled darkly to himself. You didn't use that term lightly, you couldn’t nfi fed to him he had the ability to bring out your innermost feral when you least expected it and he would do his utmost to encourage it (if you were comfortable). 

“Jesus,” his head was swirling, trying to keep calm and not blow his load the second you bared your tongue to him but there was absolutely nothing sweet about it. He was a preening mess when you went down on him. The night you'd told him you weren't overly experienced in blow jobs was the greatest night of his life, coaching you through what he liked and watching you perfect your generous technique time and time again. 

These days, you loved giving Bradley head. He gave you confidence, he made you feel sexy and not like it was only about him on the receiving end. He’s whispered and encouraged, and when it all got too much, he told you he was close. He was neither here nor there on the whole spit or swallow thing… until you and your preference but he was never left empty-handed.

"Shh," you hissed. "Not a sound." 

That one thing you did for him that absolutely made him come undone. And he'd bury his face in your pussy all day if you allowed him to show you how fucking grateful, he was for all the pleasure you presented him. Your sweet, tight wetness that he would eagerly drown himself in if you’d let him. 

Your honeyed tongue delicately tasted the flawless head of his cock, lapping up the precum as Bradley's eyes rolled back into his head and his big hands reached to knot into your hair as you went to work, swirling your tongue and looking up with your big, scheming eyes, knowing you had him at his most precarious. 

He was a weapon in his training, his mind and body were always primed to do what was asked of him, but you were the exception and it scared and excited him.

He could feel himself getting so close to painting the back of that beautiful mouth, and while it pained him to say it, the way your eyes softened told him he’d made the right choice. “Come on, baby, I want you.” 

You gently pulled away and asked, “You don’t want me to finish?”

“No, I wanna fuck, baby. Watch you lose control.” 

“Okay,” you said, your soft hand trading with your warm mouth to tenderly pump and tease him. 

“Gimme a sec. I don't have condoms close,” he whispered. “They're in my luggage.”

"Just pull out, sweetheart," you enticed him, wanting to feel all of him. It was so infrequent you fucked without protection, and of course, you both preferred it that way but after a pregnancy scare (or not, neither of you was really sure) a few months back, you'd both decided to stop tempting fate and ensuring there was a stash of condoms at his place, your place... the goddamn Bronco – Bradley understood that it was your body and you didn’t want to be on the pill. A condom was the least he could do, and he knew it. 

Bradley helped you move up his body and rest you above him. "Are you sure?" he kissed you, your gleaming teeth lightly stinging into his bottom lip with an affectionate nip. 

“I trust you,” you told him. "Cum where you need...”

Truth be told, he wanted to cum deep, but he licked back a wet smile and he moved to his knees to pull his navy tee over your head, bearing your beautiful breasts to him, full, round, nipples begging for attention. “On your back, baby,” he urged, guiding you under him, anticipating how wet you were for him, legs splaying open unashamed. He rested the head of his cock on your weeping cunt, his fingers spreading your bare lips and sweeping your slick across your clit, fascinated by that little peep of desperation from you. Your head fell back against the pillows, bliss sweeping through you as he sweetly pressed one finger into you. “Drippin’,” he reported, pressing in another finger and his thumb rubbing tenderly against your throbbing clit. “Gonna gush for me?” 

You probably would, Bradley’s ability to drag absolutely everything out of you blew your mind each time. “Need your cock. Fill me up, Bradley.” 

Pushing in, one delicious inch by delicious inch, licking his full lips as your back curved to take him as deeply as possible. He buried his face in your breasts, holding one in his calloused palm, eyes fluttering closed as he traced, left wet, open-mouthed kissed and tenderly bit the other, and the groan you let you made him clamp his palm over your mouth. “You’re so wet, baby,” he stared deeply into your eyes as he evened his breath with the first few rolls of his slender hips. "But you're gonna wake your parents if you don’t control yourself."

"Let them fuckin' hear," you muttered behind your hand (you’d die if they heard you though) as he chuckled and began his ruthless assault on your senses, one thrust at a time. 

"You're too good to me," Bradley reminded you in disbelief.  

"All for you," you confided, as you watched the beads of sweat break across his brow as you dug your nails into his well-worked traps, willingly knowing it would leave a mark courtesy of your fresh manicure. You raised your hips to meet his deep, plunging thrusts, fucking into you strong and deep. He felt incredible, you don't think anyone had loved on you as Bradley Bradshaw could. So thorough, and never one to leave you hanging. 

Too long, too sore? He'd pause and tenderly withdraw to hold you, reassuring you that it was fine, and your comfort was paramount. Too sensitive after coming too hard, he'd give you time to recover, finding other ways to bring you pleasure.

It was nice to be considered in your relationship, in your sex life especially. In the past, you'd been made to feel like a machine, if you didn't cum, partners still could, and you'd just deal with it. For a long time, that stuck with you and having someone consider you like Bradley would almost seem too good to be true at the start. 

But that consideration never lapsed. He was make-believe and you fucking hoped if this man and everything he brought to you was a dream that you’d never, ever wake up. 

Desperate to keep himself controlled, Bradley reached for the headboard of your old bed, gripping it for dear life as he tried so damn hard to avoid coming. He loved fucking you raw, and since birth control was completely your choice, you two had to stop playing this dangerous game. Because one day? It would beat you both.

"I need to cum, Bradley," you whined to him as he nodded, chewing his lower lip, and putting your delicate fingers in your mouth, not losing his rhythm. He knew. He knew how close you were. 

"Lemme see you touch yourself, baby. Get those fingers - " he gasped as you clenched around him. "Get 'em nice and wet and play with that sweet, tight pussy. Lemme see you fall apart.”

Before, language like that would embarrass you, but with Bradley, it only spurred you on. It was incredible the ways he’d helped you grow and mature as a friend, partner and lover. As instructed, and in the low early morning light, Bradley’s breath hitched, watching you touch yourself and you couldn’t help it, the beat of his cock against your g-spot, your fingers pressing rough circles into your clit and you started to come. 

“Yes, baby. Yes,” he urged, moving his mouth to your ear, whispering his sweet encouragement. “You feel so good, just a little mo – ” he forced his mouth against yours, kissing your pleasure to him, to keep the noise down. He wrapped his hand under your hip, lifting your waist to push harder into you as you trembled below him, your pussy clutching his cock, spasming as he shuddered against your lips. “Yes, baby.”

“Jesus, Bradley, fuck me,” you begged as his hips speed up like a piston, thrusting hard into your swollen, sensitive pussy, his hand clutching yours away from your strained clit and pressing intensely in your place, hoping to drag your orgasm out and as you fell, lifeless, back against the squishy pillows, pussy pulsating, Bradley grunted low he was coming and after his final few thrusts, he quickly withdrew and unloaded, stroking himself until he was spent, pearly ribbons of cum decorating your belly and breasts. 

He collapsed beside you, taking your cheeks in his face and kissing you wildly. “I love you. I love you, baby,” he kissed you again, and though you were spent, you returned his affections, because truly… you loved Bradley Bradshaw with your entire being. It was going to take a lot to change that. “Are you okay?” he asked, chest still heaving as he breathed, his pointer finger tracing through the mess he made on you.

“I’m good, sweetheart,” you assured him as he gave you one last, final kiss.

“Think that helped with your jetlag?” he teased.

“Makes me want another round,” you admitted as he chuckled and raised an eyebrow. 

“Of course you do,” he pressed a kiss into your pulse and lifted his lips back to yours, holding you close and just like horny teenagers, enjoying making out for a few moments in the afterglow. “Where’s that shirt gone?” he asked, peering over the side of the bed, and cleaning you up. “Jackson Pollack painting here.”

“Be less proud,” you told him as he snorted.

“Yes, ma’am,” he pressed another kiss to your lips. “Sure you’re okay?”

“Perfect, but let me go pee,” you whispered as Bradley kissed you long and deep, he nodded into the kiss but was not quite ready to leave you leave him. 

“Go, clean up, baby,” he helped you up from the bed, your legs precarious and meandering like Bambi. “Careful,” he sighed, wistfully. But he knew it already, you were thoroughly fucked, just how he liked it. 

A few hours later and thankfully, a few more hours of sleep, your alarm woke you, the sun much higher in the sky and the heat of the day starting to rise. You’d showered and told him to come down when he was ready, you’d help your Mum with some brekky.

“You want eggs?”

“Anything,” Bradley admitted. “Famished.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” you cupped his face in your palms and kissed him lightly. “Don’t rush.”

“Okay,” he gave a small grin but didn’t much feel like lingering. After a quick shower, he dressed, annoyed he didn't pack any golf gear, at minimum the shoes that you gave him grief for every time he wore them, but maybe he'd treat himself and buy some at the course today. He rifled through his bag, clutching the velvet box in his palm tightly, convinced more than ever that this was real, this was happening and soon, he'd hope to have you wearing his mother's engagement ring too. 

Slapping on his CVN-71 cap, he knew you went a bit feral when he perched it backward. May as well leave you with good thoughts while he was out and about, asking your old man for your hand on the golf course. And if it went badly, it was also something to identify him when the authorities found him if your dad said no. 

[syluslnd]

OK pookie, hear me out on this.

Sylus but reader has a hairless cat that LOVES to sleep on his face and chest to the point where both her and her cat are fighting for hiss attention. Like kitty will purposefully try and get in between them when cuddling and puts her butt in readers face. Runs off with reader clothes and hides her stuff so kitty can have all the sylus loving.

(Note:I’m so sorry if I failed you,Im not really that good at writing fluff xx)

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Sylus lounged on the couch, a relaxed yet commanding presence, while the afternoon sun streamed through the windows. You sat nearby, your eyes fixed on the playful antics of his cat, a naked little creature who seemed to steal all the attention in the room. Every time the cat purred or nuzzled against Sylus, a small spark of jealousy flared inside you.

“Look at him” you murmured, trying to mask your irritation. “He’s just basking in your affection.”

Sylus glanced at you, a teasing smile creeping across his lips. “Jealous, sweetie?”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool but your heart raced as he leaned closer. “It’s just a cat” you replied, though the sharpness of your tone betrayed you.

“Oh, is it?” Sylus leaned back, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Seems like both kittens are fighting for my attention.”

You shot him a glare, crossing your arms defensively. “I’m not a kitten!”

His laughter rang out, light and teasing, making your cheeks flush. “But you act like one” he shot back, his voice low and playful. “Getting all worked up over something so silly.”

He reached over to scratch the cat behind its ears, eliciting a soft purr, then turned back to you with a playful smirk. “Besides, I think it’s adorable how you’re trying to compete. Look at you—so jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!” you insisted, though the way you glanced at the cat said otherwise. Sylus's teasing only made you feel more flustered.

“Oh, sweetie” he cooed, leaning closer until his face was mere inches from yours. “You know you’re the only one who gets this side of me. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Then why does he get all your affection?” you pouted, glancing pointedly at the cat, who was now curled up comfortably in Sylus’s lap.

Sylus chuckled, clearly enjoying your little outburst. “Because he’s cute, just like you. But I only give him scratches. You get the whole package.” He reached out, pulling you closer and planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

You felt your heart flutter, your annoyance dissipating under his affectionate gaze. “I just want some attention too” you mumbled, half-heartedly.

“And you’ll get it, don’t worry” Sylus said, his tone mock-serious as he gestured dramatically. “But first, let’s see how you handle a little competition.”

He picked up the cat and placed it gently on your lap, the creature looking up at you innocently. “Now you have to win me over from my adorable little friend. What are you going to do about it?”

You couldn’t help but smile, your jealousy fading as you began to scratch the cat’s head. “I’ll just have to be cuter” you declared, meeting Sylus’s gaze with newfound determination.

“Now that’s the spirit, kitten” he replied, his eyes sparkling with pride. “But remember, I’m a tough judge. You’ll have to work for it.”

As you continued to play with the cat, Sylus watched, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Maybe a little rivalry will be good for us. It’s nice to see you so feisty.”

“Just wait” you teased back, grinning. “I’ll show you who’s really the cutest.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it” Sylus replied, his voice laced with playful challenge. “But don’t forget—I’m the boss around here and I always get what I want.”

The playful banter continued, both of you caught in a delightful game of attention, affection and a bit of jealousy. Sylus couldn’t help but adore the way you fought for his attention and the cat merely purred on, blissfully unaware of the charming chaos it had sparked between you two.

[julihlaufey]

Mrs. "Let Me Sleep"

She was exhausted. He was exhausted. But she also knew that a little conversation with Pool, would always result in a night of pizza and movies.

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English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

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In an active building, some lights were still on. But one in the morning was just too much for the girl in apartment 45. Her lights were already off, and the window was closed. Bedtime was the best part of the day for a hero. There was nothing better than letting the mind rest after an unexpected mission.

The cozy pillow kept the unwanted cold at bay. The bed was just the right amount of soft. The fabric felt comfortable against her skin.

(S/N) had nothing to complain about that night. It was a normal day, just like any other. Coming home after college and casually saving the world as if it were a regular routine. Her eyes were closing, finally drifting off after a long day of work. The day was finally over, and she was finally enjoying some peace and quiet.

— Man, today was tough. - The voice behind her said, almost at a normal volume. No whispering or lowering his voice to avoid waking her. Just speaking in his usual tone.

The bed shifted, causing her to open her eyes. Wade was sitting on the bed, taking off the shoes of his suit.Glancing back, he noticed her open eye.

— Oh, sunshine. Did I wake you? I thought you were already asleep.

— I was almost there, Wade. - (S/N) replied in a humorless tone, giving him a less-than-friendly look.

Deadpool chuckled, snuggling closer as she turned her back to him again. — Sorry, love. You know I can be pretty loud sometimes. - He said in a playful tone. She was almost certain there was a smile behind her.

— Wade. It’s one in the morning. My day was packed. Can we please sleep?

—So was mine. But I really wanted to end it with my girlfriend... - Wade said, nuzzling her neck as his hand roamed over her waist, pulling her closer.

— If you see her, could you let her know?

— Go take a shower, Wilson. You're lying on my sheets in a suit covered in blood. - She complained, though her body stayed in place.

— I swear there's no blood this time. I mean, not mine, anyway. But that jerk deserved it. Can you believe he shot me with my gun?! The golden one?!

— Mm-hmm... - She murmured, starting to close her eyes again. The dirty suit in her bed, compared to how sleepy she was, wasn’t a big deal anymore.

— And he used up all my bullets because I left my bag in the taxi for the tenth time. The guy used my bullets on me! - Deadpool rambled on, like he was being interviewed on Jimmy Fallon, not lying in bed with his partner who was on the verge of passing out.

Not that (S/N) didn’t enjoy it. On the contrary, Wade's stories were often the highlight of her day. Too good to waste sometimes. But it was already late.

— ... And I still shot him in the head!... And that’s when Captain America showed up and said I couldn’t join the Avengers unless I brought a goat with me, because apparently, Thanos’s weakness is warm goat milk?

...

No response.

— Oh, damn. I’ll go take a shower already. - He said, starting to get up, which made his beloved pull his arm closer. He was covered in blood and needed to clean up. But losing the warmth of his body while (S/N) tried to fall asleep was the worst-case scenario on a cold day.

— No... Keep going... - She murmured, her voice barely audible.

— Keep going? - Wade laughed under his mask. — Sweetheart, I’m being ignored like a bald guy watching a shampoo commercial.

This made her laugh, finally starting to wake up. — Sorry, love. It’s been a long day, and I didn’t think you’d be back tonight.

— You know that when I’m not coming back, I call, cupcake. - He responded more affectionately, cuddling up with (S/N) again.

— You left your phone at home.

— ... No, I didn’t. I’m sure I took it with me. - He tried to recall, a bit confused.

— Love, you took the Hello Kitty work phone.

— ...Damn.

— I didn’t want to call. You might get shot in the head because of me or lose an arm.

— Then we’d have a lovely baby hand ready to be reborn.

She laughed, giving him a light slap on the arm. — But I promise next time I’ll leave it in the taxi. Did you eat anything?

— I ordered tacos.

— You ordered tacos without me?! - Wade said indignantly, immediately sitting up, forcing her to turn around.

— How could you?! What about our taco and dumb movie Saturdays?!

(S/N) laughed, looking at him. — I’m kidding, Pool. I ordered a pizza. It's on the table. There are still five slices left.

He took a deep breath, calming down. — Damn, (S/N). That was worse than thinking the mother of my seven kids was cheating on me with some Italian mobster who’s a thousand times hotter and richer.

— You know that would never happen. - She confirmed, as if it were necessary, rubbing her foot against her boyfriend’s suit. — I would never have seven kids.

Come on, you didn’t deny the mobster part. Holy crap, his name’s Giuseppe, isn’t it? - He asked, like a husband who just discovered an affair.

— Who the hell is Giuseppe?! - (S/N) laughed, now fully awake.

— The mobster you made up in your head?! - Pool looked at her, laughing in exhaustion. The conversation was good, light, and relaxing. But the day had been exhausting.

— Should I go take that shower or not?

— Go on. You’re still staining the bed. - She answered in the same mix of laughter and weariness. — Then maybe we can watch something.

—Watch something? - He asked, heading to the bathroom. — Where’s the ‘Let Me Sleep’ lady who was just talking to me? Weren’t you about to pass out?

— I was. - She said, looking at Wade seriously. He quickly understood. Of course, he’d wiped out all the sleep from her body after talking like a radio host. — But you took it all away.

— You know I could do that in other ways, right? - Wilson said in the most suggestive tone he could find, leaning down towards her with his fists on the bed.

— Go take that shower, Wilson! - She laughed, hitting his shoulder with a pillow as he laughed, heading to the bathroom. — I know you love this side of me, cupcake!

(S/N) smiled shyly, relaxing her body on the bed. — In your dreams, Wade Wilson!

[yallthemwitches]

The Best Fun

Super silly, short fic for @jilytoberfest Day 6: Food disasters

Because we all know Sirius would be the one to experiment with muggle drugs~ AO3 link here!

“Prongs—don’t be angry.”

Peter stood with his back against the Fat Lady who screamed at him to be unhanded. His arms were outstretched but his face was riddled with absolute fear. 

“Can’t say I love hearing that from you, Wormy.”

If Peter had been sent to ward him off, that meant that the other two marauders must be shit deep in whatever laid beyond the portrait hole. Usually, the prospect of something to spice up his evening would perk his spirits, but tonight was a rare exception. 

He had been forced to do patrols with Chloe Sparrow due to the fact that she had been favoring her fellow Slytherins during her rounds. Although it had been his idea, it didn’t help that it took away precious time patrolling with Lily. Then, as he had come to find out, it also meant the night would be filled with a strange mixture of semi racist remarks and what James could only refer to as a grotesque version of flirting, ending in Chloe being sent back to her dorms before she could smack his arse another time. 

So in short, James’ bullshit threshold was reaching max capacity. 

“So—do you just want to tell me or do I need to pretend to struggle past you…”

Peter started to look visibly sweaty and backed off of the Fat Lady who, now free from her smothering, chirped insults under her breath. 

“Uhm. So before I say anything, you should know Lily wanted to, so—”

“Peter.” 

James was losing patience fast. He had expected the lads to have done something, sure, but Lily was a development he wasn’t ready for. From his tone alone, it all came tumbling out of Peter like a single word.

”Pads made some stuff.” 

“What kind of stuff?”

Peter’s eyes shifted. “Muggle stuff—said something about how that band,The Beagles or whatever, used it to—”

James walked up to his mate who jumped out of the way before he could even attempt to push through. 

Trudging through the portrait hole, Peter kept fast on his feet, babbling excuses like a mosquito hovering to feed.

“Again! She wanted to! Even helped a bit! Moony didn’t stop them!”

A voice drawled out from the center of the common room. “Thanks for ratting me out Wormy.” 

Remus laid reclined on the length of the couch, book in one hand while a cigarette hung from his lips. 

James took stock of the room. The only thing that looked remotely out of place was a tray of what looked like a dessert which had been ravenously attacked. A knife balanced on the baking tray. 

“So where are they?” 

Without any further elaboration Lupin tilted his head towards the fireplace and James took the two steps needed to get enough clearance to see over onto the ground. Lily was curled up in a ball, eyes closed and head resting on the stomach of a giant black dog, both completely asleep.

“Explain.” He used his head boy voice, but Remus only laughed. 

“Sirius thought it would be a scream to make pot brownies—should have seen them about an hour ago—never seen two people hug and dance around so much in my life.”

Peter, who was still standing at the entrance of the portrait hole, pipped up in a quivering voice. “It was quite nice actually—Lily was so affectionate and—”

“And you didn’t call me? Didn’t think that I wanted to come try muggle drug food too?”

James looked down at his sleeping girlfriend who buried her nose into Sirius’ stomach, hands curling around the fur, blissfully unaware that the animal she was laying on could be anything other than a dog. 

“You all knew I’ve always wanted to do this, Moony! Honestly, I’m hurt!”

“Sorry mate, it just happened.”

James crouched down next to Lily’s sleeping form, brushing some of her hair from her face. At his touch, her eyes blinked open, a brilliant glassy green, slightly bloodshot, looked up at him.

“Oh Baby! You’re back!” She lifted up and threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling her nose into his collar. 

“Oh I just love you! Wow, you smell so good!” 

Every word from her mouth sounded breathy and light, like the world was one big cloud with her on it. From behind him, Peter muttered: “See? I quite like her stoned” and Lupin just snorted in response.

“Have you met this dog? I love this dog.” She turned to wrap her arms back around a still sleeping Sirius, but James caught her, pulling her back into him. 

“I have met the dog—that's ok, we can leave him alone now.” James cradled her to his chest and she melted into him, completely forgetting Sirius despite her comment seconds ago.

“I can see you had some fun tonight.” 

She didn’t respond, rather looking up into his eyes before bursting into a laugh, grabbing both sides of his face and smashing their foreheads together. 

“Brilliant fun. The best fun. But not as fun as you. I missed you.”

It was hard to feel upset about that. James scooped under her legs and carried her like a child over to the staircase which led up to the dorms. Laughter tumbled out of her mouth before becoming preoccupied with kissing his neck in quick, frantic pecks. 

“I’m going to get her to bed before she decides she loves someone else—” Lily just squealed, wrapping her hands tighter around his neck in an attempt to get him to kiss her.

“If Sirius wakes up, tell him I’ll give him a running head start in the morning before I beat the shit out of him–.”

Remus didn’t look up from his book, eyebrows raised.

“Awfully kind of you Prongs.”

James started to climb the steps, Lily alternating between laughter and proclamations of love.

“Well–It’s the least I could do to repay him.”

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

How about defy/404 with an s/o who enjoys doing domestic activities with them, such as wanting to cook alongside them, or do their hair for them, I think it would sound nice.

(GFL) Domestic fluff with 404 and DEFY

404: UMP45, UMP9, HK416, G11 DEFY: AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, RPK-16, Angelia

45 isn't really used to just being able to relax, always having lived on the move with her squad.

But thanks to S/O, she's can sit around doing nothing for once, and it made her a little flustered.

The sounds of plates gently clattering into the sink is enough to stir 45 out of her thoughts, her attention going back to S/O washing the dishes.

They had just finished dinner together with the rest of 404, but it was only them in the room. Something that suit her just fine as she walked up from behind and gently wrapping her arms around them.

Instead of her usual sarcastic smile present, this one was more genuine.

(S/O) "Fourty-five?-"

(UMP45) "Am I not allowed to hug?"

Though she was teasing, her voice was gentler than usual, making S/O smile back.

(S/O) "Hm, I suppose I'll allow it.~"

The two enjoyed the silence and each other's warmth, saying nothing else for a long while.

9 almost tackled S/O into a hug as she walked through the dorm's sliding door.

(UMP9) "S/O! Hug me!"

S/O was startled but quickly returned her affection, laughing all the while.

(S/O) "Nine, welcome back!"

She nuzzled her head into their shoulders, making S/O blush, but she wasn't immune to the embarrassment herself.

9 has S/O sit down with her, regaling them on how the mission went with a big smile and cuddling even closer.

S/O felt lucky anytime she came home undamaged, getting to spend time before the next mission took place.-

(UMP9) "S/O? Are you listening?"

(S/O) "H-Huh? Oh, sorry was lost in thought-"

UMP9 began pouting, something that made S/O struggle to hold back a smile.

416 for once is not muttering something under her breath when spending time with S/O, her tsundere tendencies being completely absent.

Instead, there's a soft smile on both their faces as S/O leans closer into her with a book at hand, both of them reading in silence.

As long as they didn't tease 416 (As much fun as it was), or brought attention to their smile, S/O could at least enjoy the sight of her at peace.

Unless they stared at her too long with affectionate eyes, which would make her flustered.

Which unfortunately, they did.

(HK416) "W-What? Is there something on my face?"

(S/O) "Nah, just admiring how pretty you are."

She scoffs as a tinge of red dusted her cheeks, not meeting S/O's eyes.

(HK416) "F-Figures. After all, you can't get much better than me."

Feeling S/O peck against her cheek made 416 drop her own book as her core started overheating.

S/O fed G11 with a spoon as she lazily savored the soup, making S/O chuckle at her sleepy expression.

Granted, that's how she normally looked like but today it was cuter than usual.

Especially when she was staying awake solely to spend time with S/O, that fact alone warming their heart.

(S/O) "Taste good?"

G11 just hummed in response and sat closer to them.

(G11) "More please."

S/O felt her hand brush against theirs, wordlessly asking to be held. Something they had no trouble indulging G11 in.

G11's smile was subdued, but very much present as she just scooted closer each bite, S/O not minding at all.

12 leaned her head back as S/O brushed it gently, straightening it out while talking about nothing in particular.

She wasn't entirely used to getting pampered like this, but 12 had no objections to having this be a common occurence.

Her eyes remained closed the entire time, but she did enjoy the feeling of S/O's hands on her frame.

(S/O) "Your hair is really soft..."

(AK-12) "It's hard to maintain this, y'know?"

(S/O) "I wasn't even aware you did at all."

She pouted at that, her brows furrowing ever so slightly.

(AK-12) "I'm not a savage, S/O. I have to at least make myself presentable."

(S/O) "O-Oh sorry! I didn't mean it like that, I just meant that T-Dolls didn't really have normal hair-...Agh, I'm making this worse.-"

Immediately breaking her facade, 12 giggled and let her hand brush against their face.

(AK-12) "Relax, I know what you mean."

Now it was S/O's turn to pout, something that 12 didn't need to open her eyes to see.

94 had no idea how to just "relax" and do nothing, but that was something S/O was happy to teach her.

Which led to S/O and 94 watching a tv show together.

The entire time, 94 had a very inquisitive expression, something that made S/O laugh with how intense she looked.

She then turned her attention to S/O, confused at their laughter.

(AN-94) "Did something funny happen? This scene seems quite serious."

(S/O) "No, it's not the show it's just...You look really cute right now, Ninety-Four."

Her eyes widened at the compliment, her hand slightly fidgeting from the compliment.

(AN-94) "Ah...Thank you."

She leaned closer to S/O, their response wrapping an arm around her waist and making her smile.

15 was opposed to just standing around and doing nothing, but S/O had managed to convince her to take a rest.

But to make the most of it, S/O had asked 15's help with cooking.

She was very logical and by the book when it came to the recipes at first, until S/O had showed her a family recipe.

(AK-15) "Wouldn't this make the dish too salty?"

(S/O) "No, it actually balances out! We add soy sauce to the rice while its frying in the pan to make it brown, and-"

The entire time, 15's attention was solely focused on S/O as they spoke, only after a few minutes did they sheepishly rub the back of their neck.

(S/O) "A-Ah, sorry! I'm probably boring you with my family's past, aren't I?-"

15 immediately shook her head and responded.

(AK-15) "No. It's something that matters to you, and couldn't be boring to me. Please, continue."

Though her expression and voice remained stoic, her eyes didn't budge once from S/O's face, making them smile.

(S/O) "Hah, right. Would you like to try what my family taught me then?"

(AK-15) "I'll be under your care, S/O."

(S/O) "Hah, it's just rice! Nothing that serious...B-But uh, try to be careful with the pan, I think you might accidentally rip the handle off with your strength."

(AK-15) "...I will attempt not to damage your cooking utensils, S/O."

S/O and 16 stepped into the shower together, with S/O blushing madly at the beautiful woman behind them.

16 giggled at their reaction and teasingly leaned in.

(RPK-16) "Is something the matter, S/O?~"

(S/O) sigh "Don't tease me too much, okay?"

(RPK-16) "Hm, alright. Humans are strange, you know I'm not human but you're having this kind of reaction."

(S/O) "I think anyone would be if they were sharing a shower like this!"

Much to S/O's surprise, she did as they asked and didn't tease them, instead just making small talk and washing S/O's back for them, with S/O doing the same for her.

It was actually relaxing, as both of them felt the stress of the day melt away from the hot waters.

(RPK-16) "...If I may ask, would it not be more refreshing for a cold shower, considering you were sweating in the training hall-"

(S/O) "Ugh, god no. We're supposed to be getting ready for bed, not shocking me awake..."

16 giggled at their reaction, making S/O dread what she had planned in the future with that information.

Angelia was typing something on her computer, compiling a report of the previous few missions and some other logistics for the Commander.

Before S/O had brought some coffee for her, sitting beside her and giving a loving kiss to her cheek.

Angelia gently grabbed their wrist with her prosthetic arm as she continued typing with one arm, lovingly brushing her thumb across their hand.

(Angelia) "Thanks."

(S/O) "Geez, how much reports do you have to turn in, Ange?"

(Angelia) "Hm, a few more then there shouldn't be anything pressing after that. But I'm sure my girls will bring something to my attention."

S/O sighed dramatically as they leaned into her shoulder.

She didn't turn her attention from the screen, playfully shoving S/O off her with a small grunt.

(Angelia) "Relax, you'll get your time with me soon, just be patient."

(S/O) "Sure I can't indulge myself right now?-"

(Angelia) "We both know what'll happen if you try."

(S/O) "Do I?"

Angelia's eyes glanced over to S/O with a clearly unamused look, but she sighed as she finished typing before turning over to them.

And promptly pinched their cheek with her prosthetic, a little smirk growing at their reaction.

(S/O) "OWOWOW!"-

(Angelia) "Don't be a smartass and lemme work. Unless you want me to get AK-15 to throw you out."

S/O rubbed their cheek before sighing.

(S/O) "The worst part is that Fifteen would do that..."

(Angelia) "Any of them would, really. I'd like to see 94 try it."

(S/O) "...Y-You wouldn't order them to do it, right?"

(Angelia) "...Depends."

[klausysworld]

Hi, could you write a reader who’s not dating klaus but is jealous of how close cami has been getting to klaus and decides she is basically going to get klaus first and to prove to cami that he’s hers she plans for cami to walk in while she’s riding him

And I knew that he was mine

It was infuriating seeing them together.

Seeing how she flips her long blonde hair about and as she sits and listens to Klaus talk about his emotions.

Now it took me way too long to get Klaus to open up, and yet he just immediately tells her everything?

We had a much better relationship than him and her. I mean everyone knows it. Even his siblings have asked if we’re dating. Camille is simply a therapist.

However she seems to think a little differently.

To begin with we were civil and we both had our places in his life but then she started getting touchier…flirtatious and affectionate. And her glances at me were directed, she knew what she was doing.

I didn’t like that ugly feeling that bubbled inside me whenever she was near or someone mentioned her but I couldn’t stop it. It began to hurt more and more. I found myself being clingier to Klaus, not that he seemed to mind.

“Are you alright my love? You look upset?” He hummed as he put his hand to my cheek making me lean against it

“I was just thinking…nothing to worry about” i murmured as i nuzzled his hand

“Well since you have so much to think about perhaps you should sleep here? We have more than enough room, would you stay the night?”

And on what planet would I say no?

I was more than happy to agree, know I’m that Camille had yet to sleep at the Mikaelsons house. It was stupid of me to make everything about that but it was all i could think of.

I hadn’t have thought i could love someone the way I do Klaus and yet now I am fighting to prove he is mine even though he is not.

I craved him, his eyes on me, his hands on me, his words to me.

I would blush and smile, laugh and lean towards him but it wasn’t enough. She was still coming around.

Even when he started opening up to me, she was still his go to.

It was disheartening.

I found myself upset over it far too often, overthinking it and making myself cry. Accidentally in front of him once when he started talking about how great of a friend she was

“My love…what’s happened? Did i say something?” His arms were around me in an instant, his warmth surrounding me

“No I- I’m sorry i was just-“

“Thinking? Love, what’s going on inside your head?” He would ask softly, his hand holding the back of my head gently as I snuggled into him

“I don’t know” i whispered because it was just as confusing for me too.

“You know that I care for you my love, yes? I want you to be happy” he told me

“You make me happy” I mumbled

“And you make me happy too sweetheart”

He often held me rather close to him. There were even occasions when we fell asleep together, me in his lap or lead against his chest with his arms tightly around me so I wouldn’t leave him. Id even been in his bed a few times after lounging with him, waking up with his body pressed to mine, mine tucked to his perfectly.

Being with him so much was addicting, I never wanted to leave him.

So when I walked into his artroom to see him and Camille studying one of his drawings I felt my heart ache. Why did still need her?

I needed a way to make her leave him alone. To tell her once and for all that he was just mine.

It was much easier than I had thought. I had learnt that on the occasion he did see her it was a Tuesday afternoon.

So I made sure to get there late morning to see him.

His surprise was clear on his face but he also looked rather pleased.

“My love…did I miss your call?” He asked as he quickly approached me and kissed my cheek

“No i didn’t call, sorry, i just dropped by…are you busy?” I asked looking up at him through my lashes

“Of course not love, I’m never too busy for you. What were you thinking of doing today?” He murmured taking my hand

“Well…I thought maybe you could paint me? You’ve asked to before but we didn’t have time and well I don’t have much to do” i said with a smile seeing his face light up

“Oh what a wonderful idea, come my love, we will set it all up”

And he painted me over the next few hours. He had gone as far as unbuttoning my blouse to reveal my lace bra beneath- “your body is too beautiful to not add” he murmurs as his fingers skimmed my breasts and he opened the shirt with a lick of his lips.

I was already in little denim shorts so my legs were smooth and ready. He seemed to appreciate that as his hands glided over them “you are the perfect muse” he told me as he held the back of my knee gently and bent my leg as much as he thought necessary.

Once he had finished and showed me…well the room was a lot more tense.

I was basically stood in my underwear with how small my shorts were and my top was barely even on.

I was stood right infront of him, my eyes his art and his on me. His hands on my hips as his hot breath hit my neck

“Do you like it my love?” He asked, his voice much lower, deeper

“I love it” I whispered, reaching my hand out to trace it only for him to grab it and bring it back to his chest making me turn around to face him

“It’s wet” he murmured making me blush and nod my head

“Sorry”

“Nonsense…It’s only natural to want to touch” he uttered, i let out a little breath as i looked up at him. His hand cupped my face again as his adams-apple bobbed in his throat. His thumb traced my lips making me part them, letting his thumb into my mouth slightly and wrapping my lips back around it. I watched his eyes darken as I sucked it lightly, his hand pushed the back of my head as he let out a small groan

“That’s it love” he murmured, I let my eyes shut as I let out a whimper to stir him on. A quiet growl left his throat as he pulled his hand away and licked it clean himself, groaning again at my saliva.

His hand still held my head, pulling me straight to him to have our lips moving together.

I moaned into his mouth as his other hand wrapped around my waist to keep me to him. I smiled into the kiss and I could feel him doing the same. He pulled away shortly before coming back with wet open mouthed kisses to my mouth.

His hands pushed the blouse entirely off of me, his hands slipping up my back and to my bra and unclipping it. I let it fall off my arms to the ground between us, sighing as his hands and forearms covered my back. My bare breasts pressed to his clothed chest as he pushed me against the wall of his artroom. He pulled away after repeatedly kissing my lips, only the sounds of our mouths meeting each others bouncing off of the walls. He looked down at me with near black eyes, glancing between my lips and my exposed breasts. My face immediately flushed as i cleared my throat and moved my hands to cover myself

“No- no let me see” he muttered his hands grabbed mine, the exposure had my heart racing…embarrassment crawling up me because what if this was just a quick fuck for him?

I looked back to him, his hands held my breasts tenderly as his brows furrowed

“Klaus…” I muttered unsurely and his eyes quickly darted to mine. I was beginning to doubt my plan, what if it was awkward after? What if I was leading him straight to Cami?

“My love?” His hand was back on my face making me snap back to reality

“Yeah?” I whispered

“Do you want me to stop?”

I blinked at him “I- I don’t know” his face softened as he kissed my forehead

“You know i wouldn’t hurt you” he muttered, his hands brushing the hair out of my face

“I just…What does this mean?” I asked quietly and he smiled a little

“It means you’re mine” he stated, his lips pressed to mine lightly before i pulled away

“And you’re mine?” I questioned

“Of course, who else could I ever want?” He asked, his lips on mine again after, his hands moving down my back. “We don’t have to do anything else…I just want to kiss you” he murmured, pushing me against the wall again. I opened my legs enough to let his knee move between them, i let out a breath into his open mouth as my damp panties rubbed against my denim shorts with rubbed against his thigh. I looked up at him to see his eyes near gold as he watched my body grind against him. His eyes stayed there even after I tugged his henley off my hands explored his body.

Only when I let out a loud moan as the pleasure began to burn pleasurably did he look at my face. His hand moved to my ass and held me still making me let out a grunt and a sigh

“There is no possible way that the first orgasm of our relationship is going to be without me inside you” he murmured as he lifted me, my legs clinging to him

“Where are we going?” I asked as he headed towards the door

“My bed of course” he answered is a slightly questioning tone

“I want to do it here” i whispered and he rose a brow

“In my art room?”

“You can paint me after” i breathed, my lips just below his ear as i kissed the spot afterwards to send a shiver down his spine

“Oh” he uttered as i sucked his neck, his breathing a little heavier as I rolled my hips to his again.

I way put onto a large leather couch, his hands tearing my shorts from my body as he kicked his pants off.

“Here it is” he growled as he kissed down the valley of my breasts to my lower stomach. His tongue darted out quickly to touch the hood of my clit, the unexpectedly heat made my hips buck as a breathy moan spill from my mouth. He let out a long groan as he brought his face between my legs and gave a long lick

“Oh god” I whined, his tongue was hot and fast as it lapped, his hands rubbing along my thighs but not stopping my hips from thrusting upward. “Fuck Klaus you have to stop” I panted making him pull away and hover back over me

“Why?” He asked nearly panting himself

“Because I won’t be able to stop myself cumming and I also want you inside me for the first one” I murmured, my hand pulled him down by the back of his neck as he let out an animalistic sound.

“I want a taste after though” he whispered as his mouth pressed to mine making me moan, my legs wrapped tightly around him trying to pull him down

“Please Klaus” I begged and he hummed lowly. He looked between us as i felt his tip slide along and between my folds, my teeth sunk onto my lower lip. One hand held himself up and the other guided his cock. He played at my entrance for a moment, just pushing the head in and out a few times, i was propped up on my elbows watching with anticipation. His face was pulled into one of concentration as he slowly pushed further inside.

My mouth fell open as he just kept filling me, and when i felt full, I look back down to see part of him still outside of me. My walls strained to his size as I clenched around him, almost trying to push him out.

“You alright love?” He asked and i nodded

“Fuck…how…”

He let out a laugh at my reply before slowly drawing his hips back, pain coursed through me as my walls nearly convulsed. He pushed back in with a grunt

“God” he breathed as he looked at me, our eyes locking as his eyes lusted over further.

“Keep going” I muttered with a nod and he did so without question, his body moving away and toward mine a few more times, the pain slipping into pleasure the more he did so.

I could hear just how wet he had made me as he slowly thrust his hips, and when I looked between us again I found barely any of him was left out.

“Can I go faster?” He asked, his hands now either side of me as his hips rolled. I nodded

“Yeah…yeah go faster” I moaned between words feeling him everywhere. He did so soon enough, moving back and worth quicker by each thrust.

My lower abdomen tightened as he brushed past my spot, his hand gripped the arm of the couch above my head as he grunted. I could hear his skin meet mine as he fucked faster, much faster. He let out a throaty moan the more he went on, my body squeezed him tightly as my nails dug into the leather cushions

I distantly heard a door close making me look up at Klaus but he was lost in his state of pleasure, his eyes barely focusing on my face as he pounded into me roughly. I brought my hand up and pulled him down by his neck, his lips back on mine and his hand leaving the arm of the chair to cup my cheek giving me the leverage I needed to roll on top of him.

He grunted into my moan as I rode him, my thighs still tight around his hips as I moved up and down him. I pulled away with a drawn out moan, my hands moving to his chest to keep me up as my hips fucked his.

I panted as he moaned my name, his arm circled my waist pulling my closer, out skin slapping together as he thrust upward to meet my movements. I heard footsteps making me attach my lips back to his hastily, not that he seemed to mind as he groaned as kissed back hungrily.

The door made a quiet ‘creek’ making my eyes open and glance to see a very shocked Camille. I smiled into the kiss as my hips bucked faster, forcing a moaned version of my name to leave him again as i pulled away from the kiss and bounced along him as quick as i could.

I watched her run off with her hand over her mouth and her eyes full of hateful tears.

I looked down at him to see him looking incredibly messy in the hottest of ways. His hair was a state, lips swollen and a smudge of my lipstick coming from the corner, his eyes were like the darkest of storms and he breathed my name like a prayer.

The sight alone could’ve made me cum, let alone him being deep inside me and fucking my spot perfectly with his fingers gliding over my clit rhythmically. I felt myself let go around him, a silent scream leaving my lips as I fucked him through his release, his ropes of cum filling me beyond capacity and covering both of our legs.

I practically collapsed on top of him and he was quick to hug me to him. Both of us panting as we breathed shared air between us. Our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat as his hot breath fanned over my face, his hand tucking my surely unruly hair behind my ear before kissing my lips gently

“You have- no idea- how much- I needed that” he panted, i lead my head down on his boiling chest as I attempted to steady my breathing. “Believe me, when i tell you that i love you” he whispered and I subconsciously tightened around him, his hand fisting my hair in a response. “And by that- I assume you do to?” He asked and i nodded

“Always” i uttered

“And forever” he finished, his hand still detangling my hair. And I knew that he was mine

(Was sat watching the Kings coronation while writing this yesterday 😭)

[thewalkingwillowtree]

Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xil�� and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love. 

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

WAIT STOP BEFORE YOU READ! If you do not like unresolved angstish situations, please wait until I post the next part to read this one.

~

Part 7 - Leati

Their night’s activities had left Xilä completely satisfied. She was sated but drained, resulting in the best sleep of her life. If she had her way they’d never leave her bed again.  

After she asked him to stay last night, she couldn’t help but swoon at his sweet actions.  

Neteyam had cleaned her up as best as possible with the edge of a blanket, playfully ducking his head to have a lick and little taste as he removed the sticky mess they had created between and on the insides of her thighs. 

He then removed both of their jewellery and tucked her breasts back into her top. He stayed bare, citing his loincloth needed to dry overnight because of the mess she had made of it, before rolling her into his arms for a cuddle.

It was comical to a degree- having him in her bed. He was a large male so most of his lower body was left hanging off the edge of her little nest. He didn’t seem to mind though- if anything he seemed quite happy and content where he was. 

After a while, he eventually flipped them so that she laid, sprawled across his chest as they settled in to sleep.

Xilä was in pure bliss and she felt unbelievably safe as he held her. Neteyam was so loving and sweet with her- grazing his knuckles along her back as he held her close, kissing the top of her head every now and again as they drowsily whispered to each other in the dark. 

It was not until she was on the cusp of sleep did she remember she forgot to ask about the Leati girl. 

~

The next morning, Xilä was awakened by a dressed Neteyam. Squinting through blurred eyes, she stretched with a small content smile, snuggling closer to him for his attention. She had been shifted to now lay on her back as he leaned on an arm to peer down at her. 

“I’m sorry to wake you,” he whispered softly against her cheek, giving it a peck. “I just wanted to tell you I’m going. I need to get back before anyone sees me.” He rubbed her hip and nuzzled her neck affectionately. “It’s still dark out, so try and get some more sleep, alright?”

She nodded drowsily. “Alll-righ,” she yawned, in agreement although still kept him locked in her embrace as if she didn’t want him to go. 

He chuckled under his breath at her sleepy state and gave her one last sweet kiss before successfully untangling himself from her. She was already deep asleep again by the time he covered her with one of her billion other blankets- she still got cold sometimes. 

Sneaking out of her little room, Neteyam stopped short when he spotted a bulking figure leaning against the tent’s beam with his arms folded. 

Busted.

Pursing his lips he turned and made sure Xi’s curtain was secure before facing the clearly pissed off looking man. 

“Morning,” the elder drawled, in his gruff scraggly voice, squinting at him through accusatory eyes.

“Jxo,” Neteyam nodded politely, in greeting. Looking as uncomfortable and nervous as he felt, he scratched the back of his head trying to think of how he could possibly explain what he was doing in Xilä’s room at the current ungodly hour. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” the man asked, cutting right to the chase.

“Jxo-”

“And I don’t mean just last night. What are you doing with Xilä?”

Neteyam swallowed, he felt a sense of guilt mingled with annoyance towards the man in front of him. 

“She’s not your daughter you know.” 

“The fuck she isn’t!” Jxo hissed. “She is just as much my kid as D’avi is. So I’ll repeat myself. What are you doing with Xilä?”

Neteyam had seen the elderly man in action before. He knew Jxo was not someone to underestimate, no matter how quiet and reserved he seemed to be. It was one of the many reasons he chose to ask him and his wife to take Xilä in. 

“Jxo-”

Jxo scoffed and cut him off again, not giving him a second to say anything. “She not some quick fuck, you know?”

“No!” Neteyam yelled, angry that the man would even think that at all. “Jxo, she’s not! I’d never-”

“I know about the council's ultimatum, Neteyam,” Jxo threw in, making Neteyam freeze. “I know your decision is drawing near and I hope to Eywa that you are not using Xilä as some in between fun when you know what’s to come. When you know what’s at stake!” 

Neteyam was seething now. How dare he?! “You know nothing!” he hissed angrily, feeling his stomach roll with dread at the reminder Jxo had given him. 

“I know that you’re messing around with my kid!” Jxo hissed back, standing tall as his tail thrashed unhappily. “Xilä is not a plaything Neteyam, go find someone else to do that shit with. I won’t allow you to hurt her! She already has had enough of that in her lifetime. She doesn’t need another man from her life ripping her to pieces! She is fragile and still healing from the fucking emotional scars embedded in her. That girl needs love and security, not some idiot that’s looking to get his dick wet before running off with some other woman!”

Neteyam flinched as if he’d been slapped in the face. In all his years of knowing the elder man, he’d never heard him say this much. Jxo looked murderous as if he wanted to do more than throttle him and he couldn’t blame him. Thinking clearly he realized how bad this all looked from Jxo’s perspective. 

“Jxo-”

But the elder cut him off yet again. “Save it Neteyam,” he said, shaking his head with an audible exhale. He shot Neteyam an apologetic expression. “Look, I’ve known you all your life. I know you’re not a bad kid. But you have a lot on your plate with what’s being asked of you and I hate that those fuckers are pressuring you, I really do……But Xilä is my priority and I just don’t want her to get hurt at the end of the day. Even if it’s not intentional.” 

“Well that’s the last thing I want as well,” Neteyam agreed sincerely. “I’m serious Jxo, I care about her. Xilä is this incredible, beautiful soul. It messes with my head- but she is all that I see in front of me- I like her so much, it hurts sometimes. It wasn’t like I planned it all. It just- we just…happened. My feelings for her…it evolved so fucking fast and I tried…I tried Jxo, so fucking hard to stay away…” Neteyam stumbled over his words with complete and genuine honesty. “I swear, Jxo. I swear- I will do everything within my power to make sure she does not get hurt, I lo- I won’t let it happen.”  

Jxo silently stared at him through squinted eyes again until seemed to find what he was looking for. He nodded amicably. “Then we’re in agreement …” he hesitated, then said, “I give you my blessing to figure this thing out between the two of you. She seems to like your sorry ass, so I won’t take that away from her.”

Neteyam blinked in shock. “I- um, thank you Sir, Jxo.”  

“But full disclaimer and let this be a warning, if you break her heart- chief’s son or not, I’ll fucking end you.”

Feeling lighter by the elders' words, Neteyam pursed his lips to hide the sudden need to smile. Although he knew the man meant every word of his threat, he was happy that Xilä had Jxo in her life. The man loved her as if she was his own. This was the father she deserved, he thought. 

Stepping forward he stretched out his hand to the elder. “That’s fair. And again, it’s the last thing I want to do but you have my full permission to end me if I do.”

Jxo clasped arms with him and grunted in acknowledgement. “You should go. Sal will be up soon,” he said, patting Neteyam’s arm the friendly way he usually did. “She’ll unfortunately be over the moon to see you here.”

Neteyam chuckled as he and the elder made their way to the exit. “Yeah alright. I’ll be back in a bit to get Xi for our lessons.”

Before he could leave however, Jxo stopped him. “Neteyam, if you need to talk, I’m here. You don’t need to make everyone around you happy- especially the damn council. It’s okay to be selfish about your own future. I bet your dad will understand more than anything as well.” 

Neteyam swallowed a heavy lump and nodded. He didn’t know how much Jxo knew about the council’s request, but it still felt good to hear that he cared- that he was on his side.  

“Thanks Jxo.”

~

“He’s doing it again, ‘Teyam,” Xilä grumbled. 

“Because he likes you,” Neteyam murmured against her temple, pressing a kiss to her flickering ear before taking another bite of the dinner she’d brought for him. “You’re probably the prettiest thing he’s ever seen in his life. I don’t blame him for staring.” 

“Hmm. Well can like me from afar thank you very much,” she sniffed, keeping her focus on the sewing project in her hands as she leaned against him. 

Neteyam chuckled. “You’re going to hurt his feelings, sweetheart. He’s sensitive.”

Xilä frowned, and turned to meet the ikran’s stare. “I do not mean to offend you, Bud. Your owner is trying to force a friendship between the two of us, so you’ll have to forgive me that it is so slow going on my end.” 

Buddy, Neteyam’s ikran, squawked loudly as if offended. Raising up from his lounged position, his wings shot out, causing the ground to rumble and their hair to ruffle with the wind. Then he flew off, leaving her and Neteyam alone on the high cliff they were currently relaxed on. 

Two weeks had passed since the grand festivities, and their first of many amazing nights together.

Neteyam was currently on a late night patrol duty. Even though they had spent an entire blissful day together, Xilä decided to pay him a visit- not that he was complaining. 

“This was good,” he mumbled over a final mouthful of some kind of sweet and savoury loaf. “Really good.” 

Xilä, twisted in her seat between his legs- a dazzling smile etched on her face. “Yeah? I uh, well I made it.” 

“Really?” He seemed impressed as he tossed aside the leaf the meal was wrapped in. “Damn baby, it was amazing ....What was it though? I mean I ate it all but I never had anything like it before.”

“Mmmm, sort of an experimental loaf, I guess? I’ll have to figure out a name for it. It’s got a mix of ground Cycad and Hermit bud seeds and then I added Lionberries and some extra ripe Yovo fruit for a bit of sweetness…and a couple other secret ingredients,” she explained proudly, her little nose scrunching up as she grinned.

Her excitement endured him. “Did Salveen teach you? I’ve never seen her make this before.” 

“Ah, no…” she said, looking down at her hands, suddenly a bit withdrawn. “Back in Li’ona, I made something similar with dried roots and rock beans if we were lucky to find some. Here there’s far better ingredients of course,” she said, plastering a smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

Neteyam didn’t like the look, so he cupped her nape, drawing her closer. “Well. Whatever you choose to name it, it’s my new favourite thing to eat,” he murmured against her lips. “Other than you of course,” he grinned. 

A scandalized gasp escaped her when it registered what he meant. She giggled and slapped her palm on his chest. “Neteyam Sully, you are-” but she didn’t get to finish her sentence because he silenced her right then with a slow sensual caress of his lips. 

He deepened their kiss, blindly putting her sewing to the side as he manhandled her to his liking. She was suddenly straddling one of his elevated thick thighs as his hands wormed under her skirt, pushing the material up to bunch at her hips.

“Neteyam,” she breathed, mewling as he kissed and licked his way down her neck, one hand reaching up to bare her breasts with a simple tug. She arched and rolled her hips, grinding her core on his thigh while he bent to sucked on her nipples, alternating to bite and nip on the soft flesh around them. 

“You are going to get me in trouble. I’m supposed to be on watch,” he grumbled, lifting her into a kneeling position instead so he could kiss and lick his way down her stomach. 

“Well we can be quick about it,” she countered, hissing when he sank his teeth into her hip while he tugged hard at the material of her skirt. 

“And if I want to take my time instead?” he asked, peering up at her with full blown pupils as his hands made their way around to cup the globes of her ass. 

“Then you can,” she said breathlessly, pushing back his scattered braids and trailing her fingertips up his ears in a light caress. He shivered and she smiled when she realized he was sensitive there. 

“Do you want my tongue or fingers?” he asked seriously. 

If Xilä thought she was damp before, she was certainly drenched now. His question had her dripping and her hands tightening on his shoulders for balance. 

“Can’t I have both?” she asked, feeling a thrill of anticipation run through her. 

“If you want,” he agreed in amusement, by her response, “but it comes at a cost unfortunately,” he teased, cupping her between the thighs, causing her hips to jump. 

She narrowed her eyes, untrusting. “What kind of cost?”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said, pulling aside her thin covering to coat his fingers in her arousal  before sliding in one thick digit. 

Her knees buckled but he kept her anchored with his other arm. He was doing that annoying teasing thing again, only giving her languished shallow thrusts as he lazily circled her bud with his thumb. 

“Xilä.”

“Hmm?” she hummed distractedly. 

“The deal sweetheart,” he rasped, adding another finger to join his slow pace. 

“Oh um, right. What’s the deal?” she blinked, trying hard to focus on him. 

“I’ll give you my tongue and fingers for free but-” he sped up his fingers and Xilä felt herself clench around them.

“But what?” she panted, tossing her head back when he twirled his tongue around one of her pebbled nipples, grazing the flesh of her breasts with his fangs.

“But…” he teased, finding that sweet spot inside of her that made her thighs tremble and hips roll as she got closer to the brink. 

“Oh Eywa!” she cried out, tugging hard on his hair as he sucked her bud into his mouth. 

He was the only thing holding her up at this point, her body was focused on one thing and thing only- chasing after that finish line. 

She was almost there, she could taste it. Heat licked her from inside out as pleasure consumed her. Nearing the brink, her body tensed in anticipation, seeking that sweet sweet release. 

But then there was nothing. 

“No!” she cried out, slumping against him with a whimper. “Why did you stop?!” 

Neteyam actually looked apologetic for a second before his stupid smug grin returned. He removed his fingers and licked them clean. 

“Delicious,” he said, pulling her down so she sat on his thigh once more. She didn’t protest, her legs were already weak from shaking and kneeling. 

“I didn’t-”

“I know, I’m sorry Xi. I was supposed to finish telling you the deal.” He kissed her angry flushed cheeks apologetically before continuing. “You get my tongue and fingers for free, but you only get to come if you go for a practice flight with me… right now.”

Xilä frowned. “How is that fair?!” she protested. 

He smiled. “Well that’s my offer babe. You obviously need some kind of incentive to give you that extra push. Iknimaya is coming up and there’s only so much hands off training I can give you. We need you to get over your fear, and fast.”

“So you decided to withhold my pleasure in exchange?” her frown deepened. “Ugh! Neteyam...” she was exasperated and feeling needy as ever. 

“I’m due to take a patrol lap anyway. It’ll be quick and then we can come back here, I’ll give you an orgasm and then you need to leave before my shift partner shows up at eclipse- not that I don’t want you here,” he added quickly. “We’re not allowed to have special visitors like this. Distractions and all that,” he smiled, leaning to kiss her downturned lips.

“This is bribery, you know?” she complained, folding her arms petulantly. “You don’t condone bribery, remember?”

“Well maybe this once I’ll make an allowance. Take it or leave it sweetheart.” 

She pursed her lips in contemplation. “Two. I want two orgasms in return and I want to see you do that thing a-” her hand had reached down to grip him through his loincloth but he intercepted her wrist before she could make contact. 

“Well now you’re just being greedy,” he grinned, tugging her tail playfully. “Come on,” he said, patting her butt, and blowing out a whistle to hail Buddy. “Flying time.”

Xilä blew out an unhappy breath but stood all the same, ready to finally face her fears in return for an orgasm. 

~

They’d been only flying around for ten minutes and the entire time she quivered in fear, clutching at his arms as she squealed. 

At first he had eased her into it, flying gently, talking her up with words of encouragement and advice but then the tables suddenly turned when he decided to throw her into the deep end instead. 

It was the same thing he had done when helping her with her fear of heights. Early on in her Navigation lessons he would always push her limits- taking her to the highest trails to run, jump and leap off of. And sure she was a pro by now, having also gone on high risk exploration adventures with Neteyam’s not so favourite two shitheads, then returning later to a worried earful. 

Flying however, was another thing entirely and here he was again, pushing her limits and egging on Buddy to take them higher and faster. 

“Wait wait…Neteyam! Oh my Eywa! Ohhhhh!” 

Neteyam yelped loudly from behind her, hooting gleefully as they sailed through the air. The wind whipped around them as they gained speed. 

Xilä eyes were screwed tight and her clutch on the reins and the other gripping the forearm secured around her waist, tightened. 

“Xilä,” Neteyam breathed in her ear, squeezing her assuredly. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay? Trust me sweetheart, I’ve got you. I promise….Open your eyes, baby.”

With a deep breath, Xilä peaked through one eye, then the other. She instantly felt that falling swoop one would usually get from being so high up. Laying all her trust in the man seated behind her, she forced every once of bravery to surface, choosing to face her fear head on. 

It took her a while but she gasped when she finally took in all the beauty surrounding them. It was dark out but not yet eclipse. Her eyes took in the high floating rocks, the lush and alive illumination of forest splayed down below. She grinned at the sight of a few other Na’vis on their ikrans in the distance and the odd creatures flying alongside them. 

It was incredible. She was transfixed and in utter awe. “Wow,” she whispered. 

Neteyam smiled when he craned his neck to take in her expression. “Okay?” he asked, checking in. 

“Yeah…still terrifying…but beautiful all the same.”

“Want to go faster?” he asked.

“Ah….alright.” She shuffled further into the cradle of his legs and tightened her grips in preparation. 

“Relax Xi. I’ll show you the basics first and then we’ll get to the big stuff.”

She nodded, and allowed her body to loosen its tense state. 

“Okay, pay attention to what I do, alright? The most important thing you want to remember is to lay your trust in the bond…” he began explaining, showing her how to guide the mountain beast, how to move on a sharp turn or with high winds. 

“They’ll do all all the hard work, you just need to guide them, the moment you make Tsaheylu you need to-”

Xilä paid close attention to everything he was saying. He was right, Iknimaya was nearing soon and flying this high with Neteyam in that very moment showed her how real it all was. 

She was terrified to say the least but she had gotten this far. He believed in her with his entire being…maybe she should finally start believing in herself too. 

When they finally landed, he lifted her down and she walked away on wobbly legs. He disconnected his queue, then gave Buddy the order he could fly off again.

Palms over her mouth in disbelief she beamed with watery eyes from the high winds. “I did it…‘Teyam, I actually did it.” 

“You did,” he said proudly, walking towards her, his eyes glinting in the night light.

Once he closed the short distance between them, it seemed they were both thinking the same thing because her hands gripped his shoulders for balance as he hefted her up with ease- thighs locked on either side of him. 

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” he asked, slowly walking over to the soft mossy, covered patch of grass they’d been lounging in before. 

She leaned back with palms connected behind his neck. “That was terrifying,” she objected. 

“Well I’m sure next time won’t be as bad then. We’ll keep practising until you’re comfortable.”

“If you say so,” she said, distractedly, drawing closer to pepper kisses along his neck as her tail sailed eagerly. She was on an adrenaline high and there was only one thing on her mind at the moment. 

“See Xi,  I told y-,” she bit his lip hard, causing him to hiss. “Fuck Xilä.”

“Neteyam, we can talk later, but you owe me right now, so pay up.”

“Again, I say… those two shitheads had no right teaching you poker. Look at the greedy little devil you’ve turned into,” he teased, laying her down and immediately slipping a hand under her skirt. 

Xilä hummed in complete bliss, allowing her body to succumb to the pleasures he gave. 

~

When Xilä was six she finally acknowledged that nothing in life was ever as good as it seemed. Everyday her mother would tell her, life came with its hardship and to never take anything for granted. It became true- her mother was right. 

After years of loathsome and wretched unhappiness, Xilä accepted early on that her life would always be that- miserable. She accepted, she'd most likely die that way. She accepted she’d never experience peace or freedom…. She accepted she was never destined for love.

However, it seemed that living in such happy bliss for so long had caused her to momentarily forget that lesson. 

…….How stupid of her. 

Xilä felt as if she was being watched. It was not the kind of “watch” she was used to though, not the curious peaks and glances she usually found herself subject to. 

This was far different. She felt as if she were prey- stupid prey out in the open and up for grabs. It made her skin crawl and an unpleasant sensation sink in her stomach. 

She glanced around inconspicuously from her crouched form on the ground where she was scrubbing her skirts and tops in the cool river. 

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary though, there were many other Na’vis and humans roaming this area of the forest, so she shook her head and continued with her task, humming serenely as she did.

When she began squeezing out the water from her last article, a shadow appeared, blocking the light from above her. 

“Well this is quite a sight… you actually left him alone? I was beginning to think you were permanently attached to his hip.” 

Xi sat up and craned her head back to see a gorgeous and regally dressed Na’vi standing before her. 

Leati. 

She looked fierce, with colourful war paint adoring her skin. Her loincloth, beaded top and jewellery looked exquisite and carefully crafted. Even the grand bow and knife she had strapped to her hip were a sight to behold.  

“Um, hi?” Xi said, giving her an uncomfortable smile. She’d stupidly forgotten about the woman until now. She was supposed to ask Neteyam about her but he’d gone and clouded her head with an abundance of bliss and affection. 

And who’s hip was she attached to? 

Xilä gave a darting glance behind her to make sure it was truly her the warrior was addressing because the female was blatantly scrutinising her silently as if trying to figure out some sort of complicated puzzle. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard of me,” she said, drawing an untrusting friendly expression upon her face. 

Enyu stood quickly, dropping her washing in the basket beside her. The rudeness coming from Leati baffled her. They’d never spoken before, so swallowing a rude retort like she’d usually feel comfortable doing with her friends, she instead made the Na’vi sign of respect. 

“Hello. I am-”

“I know who you are,” Leati snapped before forcing her scowl into a faux smile. “My Nete says you are doing well- with your lessons. I assumed it would have been completed by the time I got back. It’s a shame it’s taken up so much of his time.”

Xilä blanched. Her Nete? As in Neteyam? 

“He is the future Olo'eyktan after all and his duties are far more important than being tasked with teaching outsiders our ways.” She spoke so fast, Xi was having a hard time processing the words she was spewing.

“I’m sorry…I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Who are you?” Xi asked, frowning at the rude woman before her, feeling unsteady by the assumption she was clearly making. 

“Leati,” she said through clenched teeth, eyes narrowed unhappily. “Has Neteyam not truly mentioned me?” 

“He has not. Are you friends?”

Leati looked genuinely shocked. If anything, she looked downright offended by being called Neteyam’s friend.  

“No silly. We are not friends. Neteyam is my mate- my future mate,” she said, looking down her nose at Xilä. “We are betrothed.” 

Xilä suddenly felt sick. It must have shown because Leati went on with a mocking smile- digging the knife deeper. “He really didn’t tell you?” 

“No. He did not tell me,” Xi mumbled, tilting her head so that her hair fell around her face- a small comfort in the excruciating moment. 

Xilä’s skin felt hot and itchy. She wanted to shrivel up in a corner somewhere as far as possible from the woman standing before her. The woman must have been lying…right? Just this morning Neteyam had once again snuck out of her room after spending the night again.

Leati giggled. “Ah yes, I forget how private he likes to keep these things to himself. Oftly romantic if you ask me.” She sighed as if remembering something tragic, “Then again it is supposed to be a secret until the announcement. We haven’t really told anyone. The decision was only made just before I left for Anurai.”

Xilä ducked down to collect her basket of laundry, with every intent of fleeing immediately but the next words out of Leati’s mouth held her frozen on the spot.  

“You like him. Don’t you?” she asked, gently. “I see the way you stare at him.”

Bile threatened to make its way up her throat but she swallowed it down. Shaking her head she stared at a spot over Leati’s shoulder. “Of course I like him.....we are- friends.” 

And that was the truth. They’d never discussed being anything further than friends. That was what they were…but it didn’t feel that way. He was more to her than a simple friend. 

“So um, you don’t have to worry,” Xi lied, with a forced smile of her own, but the croak of her voice gave her away. 

Leati smirked dangerously. “Oh, I’m not worried. Because at the end of the day, Neteyam and I will be mated. It is not only ours but also the council's will. I know my betrothed is obviously handsome and dreamy- I see the way other women look at him- all love sick and blushing,” she sneered, obviously insinuating Xilä. “But I would hate it if you had any kind of silly hope.”

“No. No silly hope from me,” Xilä whispered, trying hard to control her emotions. She was forever grateful of Lo’ak and Spider in that very moment- for teaching her poker. Bluffing truly was an important life skill. So she was glad to have somewhat been able to wield it, even if she was a terrible liar.  

“Good. Now about your lessons. You see, I miss my Nete, and our time together is being taken up by-” 

“They end soon,” Xilä said, cutting her off, hefting her basket onto her hip and ducking her head again to hide her eyes. She was tearing up. “I will try to learn faster so that-” she took a deep breath “...so that he will have free time again.”

“Aw wonderful! I was hoping you would say that. You are the sweetest….Well,” she unhooked her bow from its perch on her back, testing the tension of the string, “I’ve got a hunt to get to. Being a warrior is no easy feat.” She smirked. “Have you chosen a position in the clan yet? No offence but I don’t recommend Iknimaya. It’s not for everyone.”

Xi raised her chin defiantly, eyes narrowed. “I’ve got a good teacher and he thinks I can do it. Now are you done marking your territory?” 

She wanted free from the atrocious woman already, a headache was brewing and she wasn’t even sure she was fully processing the conversion properly. 

Leati glowered, clearly annoyed by her response. Beautiful features turned ugly as she scowled. “Now listen here you Li’ona freak-”

“Leati!” 

“L-Lo’ak,” she stuttered, guilt clouding her face for a moment before she was turning on her charm with that fake smile of hers once more and the flick of her hair. 

“What the hell are you doing?” he questioned with a raised brow, closing the distance with long strides. He was sweaty and a bit dishevelled, having obviously just come from a hunt or maybe training. 

“Nothing that concerns you,” she soothed. “Simply having a chat with the woman whose been taking up all of my-”

“It damn well fucking concerns me!” he shouted, silencing her. “I hear you call her a freak one more time and I swear to God I’ll make sure you live to regret it,” he threatened. 

Shock clouded Leati’s face before she turned an angry shade of purple. “You’re taking her side? But Lo’ak, you don’t under- !” 

“Leati. Walk. Away.” he seethed dangerously. “I don’t think your mother would be too pleased to hear about the true colours of her precious shy baby. Would she?”

She swallowed uncomfortably, clearly affected by his threat. Turning angry again, she shot Xilä a loathsome glare then with a disbelieving scoff, she turned and stalked away.  

Hitching her basket higher up her hip, Xilä strode off in the opposite direction.  

“Xi wait!” Lo’ak followed quickly. “What the hell was that all about?”

“It is nothing,” she said distractedly, desperate to get to her tent as fast as possible. She felt herself starting to crack.

“Bullshit!” he roared, keeping up with her easily. “I walked up to hear her calling you a freak. What was she saying before that? And why the fuck didn’t you smack her?” he yelled angrily. 

Xi stopped short, pivoting on her heel. “You’re pissed at me because I didn’t hit her?! Lo’ak, she’s the daughter of a high ranker. I am still on probation, I couldn’t possi-”

“But you wanted to,” he smirked. His face softened and he reached out to brush away an escaping teardrop. “What did she say, Xi?” He frowned, not liking how sad she looked. “Do I need to go get D’avi to beat her ass? I’d gladly do it- but, ya know…”

A laugh escaped her. Lo’ak had always had the incredible gift to get her to laugh, even amidst a meltdown. “D’avi is heavily pregnant,” she reminded him.

He smiled. “You know that won’t stop her. I can ask Kiri, she hates violence but I bet she won’t hesitate to-”

“No. But thank you Lo’ak. She- Leati did nothing wrong. I mean okay that’s not true. She was rude- so rude and fake and obnoxious and I swear the entire time I couldn’t keep up with her whirlwind of a persona!”

Lo’ak snorted.

“But-” she shook her head, and bit the inside of her cheek to ground herself, “but I promise, I’m just probably being sensitive. I think I may have… misunderstood something…that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” he frowned. 

She didn’t really feel like discussing what Leati had said with him. This was between her and Neteyam. So she forced another smile and said, “I’m sure.”

“Lo’ak!” They both turned to see another warrior calling him over. “They’re starting back!”

“Shit. I gotta go, Xi. We’re still on for game night, right?” At her nod, he turned and jogged off, leaving her with a hollow feeling in her chest. 

~ 

Xilä held her tears as she walked briskly to the edge of the forest. However, she was momentarily distracted. The uneasy feeling of being watched was back again, so she quickened her strides. She was nearing Home Camp when she finally found out who was the cause of her unsettledness. 

“Xilä.”

All thoughts of her encounter with Leati vanished when a flash of fear bubbled in her chest- she hated that he still had that effect on her. 

A beast of a man slowly approached her. “Father,” she said fleetingly, hoping to pass him straight as she clutched her basket tighter. 

T'shteyo was much faster than her though. He quickly tugged the basket from her hands and blocked her path with his hulking frame. “We need to talk, Xilä.”

They had not spoken in months. She had only seen him from afar on a few occasions and she was quite happy with that arrangement. She also noticed that the Sullys made sure to never mention him when she was around.  

“We have nothing to discuss,” she snapped, trying to take back the laundry from him with no success.

“Tut, tut, tut. Let’s try that again, shall we? You seemed to have lost your head there for a second. Where has your respect gone?” he chided in fake confusion. “Are you going to apologize?” 

“......I’m sorry,” she whispered, eyes locking on the ground. 

She swallowed a burning lump. She was already fragile from her encounter with Leati, and now here was her father to ensure she crumbled. She thought she was stronger than this. But wasn’t as healed as she thought. 

“How have you been?” he asked, surprising her with not only his question, but also by how sincere he sounded. “You look quite ill.”

“I’m fine,” she croaked. 

He didn’t look like he believed her but went on anyway. “We need to talk…don’t you want to know what it’s about?” 

There was no one near in their vicinity she realized after a brief glance around, so surrendering, she played along. “Yes, I’m sorry father. What would you like to discuss?”

“There. That’s better,” he grinned, looking every bit like a psychopath. “There was a message from Li’ona. It seems we may get our chance at returning soon. I simply wished to tell you the good news.”

She frowned, feeling dread sink in her stomach. “But…I thought we would be staying here.”

“For the while, yes. But Su’ko will soon see the error of his ways and realize that being Olo'eyktan is no easy feat. My insider reported that half the clan has already fled- they deserted the bastard as I expected. The remaining people will be begging for my return. My plan is taking longer than expected but…progress is progress. We’ll be back home in no time.”

Feeling light headed, Xilä kept silent. 

Progress…Plans? Going back to Li’ona? What in Eywa’s name was he on about?  

“I’m glad we got to talk. It’s hard to catch you without one of your fucking guards around… especially the chief’s bastard- I see he keeps you tightly leashed,” he joked crassly as he handed her the basket. “I’ll let you know when I hear word again.” 

Before he turned to leave, he left her with a warning as his final parting words, “Oh, and check the attitude. I won’t tolerate being spoken to like that again. Understood?”

“Yes…understood,” she responded automatically. 

Xilä numbly watched her father’s back walk away until she could no longer see him. Then, turning on her heel, she all but sprinted to her tent, relieved to see Salveen already back home from the kitchens and working on her sewing hobby. 

One glance at Xilä’s crumbling face and the elder was on her feet, quickly placing the basket down to envelope the sobbing girl into her arms. 

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I honestly don't know what to write as my A/N but ummm....sorrryy...

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Also to reiterate from the last part, this is a none cheating fic.

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Arachnophilia (Part Twenty-Five)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Word count: 4770

Notes: Going into the Halloween arc now hehe <3

With Miguel gone, you were left to lounge away the last few days of the rut. There was no real time to ponder, no long moments to think. You didn’t get to consider what would happen in the world outside Mig’s embrace because in your mind it was all that existed.

You were left to your primal urges, fulfilling them over and over in the filthiest, most basal ways possible, until at long last your body had decided it’d gotten its fill. You took ungodly amounts of Mig inside you. More thick ropes than some men could create in a lifetime, more rutting thrusts than most humans could take.

He shaped you to him in that earthen nest. Bit by bit, you were settling into him. Bit by bit you were falling into each other.

But eventually, just like the first heat, it ended. You were free, and you slept in, blissfully and wilfully pushing to the back of your mind that you’d have to go back to the HQ now it was over, and you’d have to face Miguel again.

Autumn was on its way. It was time to wake up.

…

‘Mi tesoro?’

You stirred awake slowly, snuffling and stretching beneath the sheets. You were wrapped like a baby in a cocoon, surrounding by lavish silk, and by god you were sore. Even the slightest movement of your limbs felt like you were swimming through concrete. You could feel the little pinpricks on your thighs where you’d been held, similar to the bite marks on your neck and shoulders.

That delicious ache, it was painful but enjoyable. You squirmed in the sheets and yawned.

‘Mi tesoro?’

‘Mm… Mm?’

Something warm nudged your cheek, and at last you opened your eyes.

Your body was being nested on by Mig, with his spider half carefully cradling your body against his abdomen while his human half bent forward to plank over your head. His hands were on either side of your shoulders, and his nose was tenderly nuzzling your cheek.

As he watched your eyes open, his own eyes wrinkled up with joy. ‘Mi tesoro’ he whispered, for the third and final time. You gave him a sleepy smile.

‘Oh, Miggy—g’morning handsome.’

You leaned up and awkwardly nuzzled back. His response was endlessly sweet. The way his eyes instinctively closed upon feeling your touch, the way that huge, gruff man purred and vibrated with joy to feel you close. He pressed a few stray kisses to your cheek and nose before pulling back.

‘I, apologize for waking you’ he said gently. ‘But we are expected back at the HQ today, and I didn’t want you to get in trouble.’

You grumbled a little as you rubbed sleep from your eyes. Even that mundane activity seemed to have Mig fixated, as his wide red eyes darted over every little moment you made. He continued to rustle with joy.

‘Ah—shit, sorry, I forgot about that. Thanks for waking me up.’

‘No need to thank me, arañita. It’s the least I can do. It, does make me sad though. You look so content.’

‘You’re not watching me while I sleep, are you?’ you mumbled midway through wiping the left side of your face, fixing him with a one-eyed stare. Mig just rustled harder.

‘When, I am not sleeping? Yes. I watch you. Should I not?’

‘You just sit in bed and watch me sleep?’

‘Mhm.’ He nodded hard and bent closer, leaning his folded arms across your chest so he could address you properly. ‘Of course. You always look so peaceful, it is—nice, to see. Also, I want to be there when you wake. I, like when you do that little smile, when you see me.’

You unintentionally did just that, offering him a soft half smile in mild exasperation over his soppy romantic talk. He rustled harder in response. ‘Mm. Yes. Like that’ he murmured affectionately.

‘My god—you big, beautiful idiot—’ You leaned up and wrapped your arms around his upper torso, awkwardly hugging what you could grab. He quietly closed his eyes and relished in the touch.

‘Mmm… I will miss you today, mi am—mi tesoro’ he whispered, almost slipping out a ‘mi amor’ before catching himself. You chuckled.

‘I’ll miss you too, Mig. Mm—so, do we have time for anything? Breakfast, maybe, or—’

Mig pulled back from the hug to nod. ‘I’ll bring you something to eat before you leave, arañita. I have the fire going already.’

‘My god, so organised!’ As you slowly shifted up in the sheets Mig carefully withdrew his spider form, allowing you space to move. He noticed the way you were stretching out your sore limbs, his eyes fixed on the little bite marks covering your naked body. He felt the hair beginning to stand up on his abdomen and quickly tried to brush it down.

‘Aha—well, I need to make sure you’re cared for. It’s my pleasure’ he said, obviously speaking quickly to cover for his own arousal. You noticed his garbled manner of speech but decided not to tease him  on it. The poor man was smitten, and he knew it well. You knew he felt bad for just how sexually needy he was, and especially for how much he gawked at you.

‘You sure you don’t want me to go get it?’ you asked. He watched you swing your legs over the edge of the mattress as you stretched out your back and arms. ‘I can—’

‘No! No. You stay warm here, you—I can, see you’re still a bit sore’ Mig said, physically barrelling over to block your way off the bed. You giggled and fell back into the sheets, a sign of mercy.

‘Okay! Okay. I’ll stay here.’

He purred with approval as you sank into the white silk, admiring how it looked against your skin. ‘Mm. Thank you. I’ll be right back’ he promised, and with that he disappeared into the earthy tunnels.

He was quick, thankfully, as you’d barely pulled on your underwear by the time he returned. He lay down a clay wood fired mug and a plate of food twice the size of what you realistically needed to eat at your feet. It was your favourite breakfast, one that he’d tried his best to lay out neatly despite his huge hands and cumbersome claws. He must have noticed your eyes widening at the sight as he let out another soft chuckle.

‘You need to eat, mi tesoro’ he said as he sank into the mattress beside you.

‘This much?’

‘After what I put you through? Yes. That much. Eat, please.’

You felt a slight warmth in your face at the reminder of your state, covered in hand marks and claw marks and teeth marks with a body that was saturated with the scent of his rutting musk.

‘Okay’ you conceded as you grabbed the plate. ‘Okay, okay. Thanks, Mig.’

‘You’re most welcome’ he purred.

You settled down into a peaceful silence. He’d grabbed whatever dried venison was left as he peaceful tearing that to shreds while you ate against the comfort of his side, your head nestled into the soft, thick fur of his abdomen as you chewed.

He finished far quicker than you did and turned to blowing on your mug before handing it to you, ensuring you didn’t get burnt. It almost made you feel guilty, just how attentive he was. You ate through as much as you could until you physically couldn’t fit any more into your stomach.  

‘Urgh—Miggy I’m trying to finish this but I don’t think I can’ you groaned. He glanced from your face to the plate.

‘Mm… You are, full?’

‘Mhm. Very much so.’

‘Mm… Okay. I trust you.’ He bent to kiss your forehead before moving the plate out of the way.

‘Is this like a special occasion?’ you asked. ‘Is that why you’re feeding me so much?’

He shook his head as he leant back into you, relishing the little time he had left before you had to get ready. ‘No, no special occasion.’

‘Not uh—celebrating the ending of the rut?’ you teased.

‘Mm, that would be funny, but—no. I just wanted to make sure you were well fed.’

‘Have you got like a… like a, fetish, for it, or something? Is it like the hormone smelling?’ you teased.

He pondered what was meant to be a lightheaded joke quite seriously, as he always did, lightly tapping his spider feet as he mulled over his thoughts. ‘I… Don’t think so’ he eventually replied. ‘I certainly have instinctual desires to keep you will cared for, but, not in a sexual way. The guarding, the feeding. I’ve always wanted to take care of you. It makes me content, if not aroused.’

You smiled as he went through his deadpan explanation, his soft eyes darting over your face as he spoke.

‘Ooh, okay. Your brain’s tryna fatten me up for babies, huh?’

He let out a gruff chuckle as you nestled into his side.

‘Yes. I suppose so. If we ever try to, successfully breed I promise I will keep you as full as possible. I’ll let you eat while I mate if I have to’ he teased.

‘I mean that could be fun’ you teased back. You saw him pondering the idea.

‘There is, I suppose, something arousing about the idea of watching you, indulge while I’m at your back’ he said, his eyes dreamy and distant. You caught his abdomen rustling again. ‘It feeds into that, part of me that feels gratification from distracting you so that I may, finish.’

‘Freaky spider’ you whispered playfully. He smiled back.

‘Mm. You will not get me with that, tesoro. You are just as sexually unusual as I am.’

‘W—excuse me?!’

Your fake, dramatic shock drew him to chuckle again, and this time he went further. He suddenly dove at you on the mattress, knocking the plate and half empty mug to the floor.

‘H-HEY!’

He easily pinning you beneath his enormous spider form, pressing you down into the sheets as his human hands grabbed your wrists and held them above your head.

‘M-Mig?’ you stammered.

‘Mmm, you want to tell me this does not excite you?’ he teased. You squirmed beneath him as the great weight of his furry abdomen pressed on your body, rendering it totally immobile. As you panted he purred.

‘This, arachnid monster does not stir something inside you, hm? You wish to tell me that?’ he murmured, his voice husky and deep. You felt a soft pulsing in your stomach as he held you down.

‘M-Mig—’

‘You do like that, don’t you?’ he whispered. He bent until his lips hit your ear, and he continued to assault you with sweet, husky words. ‘You like this.’

You felt his spider legs at his side, gently probing at your waist and hips. He felt the thick fur and the strange, unknowable body beneath it moving over your own, crushing and grinding into it with feverish intent. You felt him rustling, vibrating. You felt his hot breath on your neck, stirring the hairs on your nape and the slowly healing bite marks on your shoulder.

You let out a soft, involuntary whine. He felt it run through you.

‘Mmm… You like this’ he whispered again.

‘I-I do’ you panted.

He pulled back and gently extended his foreleg towards your face, letting the fuzz brush your lips. You obediently kissed it.

‘Mm…’ The sigh that rattled through his chest was endlessly content. That sight was like heaven to him, and as he leant back towards you, he returned the favour. He kissed your jaw, your cheek, then your lips, before whispering into your ear once more.

‘I am… far, from the, scared little creature you met’ he said. ‘The, insecure beast. And I have you, to thank for that.’

Despite your excitement you felt a flush of warmth in your chest as he spoke. It was a kind reminder that your sexual escapades, while fun, had a very real emotional weight behind them. This poor man he’d convinced himself he was unlovable, and your body had shown him the opposite was true. He was so lovable. He was so wanted.

For all the breeding talk and messy rooms, for all the soaked sheets, it was almost beautiful.

‘Beautiful man’ you whispered back. He released your hands so that you could hug him tight, and as you gripped him you felt his back muscles heaving beneath your palms. That sweet, gentle giant. He nestled into your neck with a moan.

‘Mi tesoro’ he purred into your neck. ‘Tú eres perfecta. Mi cosita perfecta. Quiero comerte, arañita. ¿Quieres comerme?’

‘You—oh, okay, I got it. Yes’ you whispered, half joking. ‘Yes, I’d absolutely love to eat you.’

You emphasised your point with a little clack of your teeth.

Mig pulled back and showed you his half-narrowed eyes. They were deep, bloody, almost dangerously passionate. He moved his hand and used it to draw your own up to his lips, and with the most tender care he licked your index finger. His tongue was warm.

‘Que rico’ he purred, his eyes fixed on your face. You felt a full body shudder rise up through your spine.

‘Mig—’ you barely got his name out before your lips were locked. All that could escape the ravenous approach of his tongue into your mouth was a desperate moan, one that he eagerly ate up.

‘Mm—Mm—!’

You parted hard only when his watch started vibrating. Mig fought to quiet its deafening beeps with a string of saliva still hanging between your lips.

‘Ah—my apologies, arañita, that—’

‘We gotta get going, right?’

He somberly nodded. ‘Yes. Apologizes, again, I—’ Mig went silent as you abruptly kissed him again, leaving one tender peck on his lips.

‘You’re all good. I’ll see you later, okay?’ you whispered. His sweet skin darkened into an auburn red beneath your affection gaze. He had to swallow hard before speaking.

‘Ah, yes. Please. I would, like that.’

Without another word you both began to get ready. You dragged on your suit while Mig struggled into a shirt, having still not quite got the hang of this whole clothing thing. You ended up having to finish his buttons for him when he grew agitated with the fickleness of slipping these tiny little nubs through such tiny little holes.

‘So, you uh—you’re, meeting with him today, right?’ you said halfway through finishing his final button.

Mig’s patient smile faltered a little, and you felt that familiar tension in the air.

It was the first time that he had been brought up since the day he’d come to your den, since his apology and attempted reconciliation through helping to define whether your genes were at odds with each other. It was clear that certain things still remained unsaid about the whole situation.

After everything that’d happened with Miguel, including his apology, you’d all been stuck in a kind of limbo regarding how you felt about each other. This also hadn’t been helped by the fact that you hadn’t seen him since the incident. You’d agreed to not let your paths cross while still rutting to avoid ruining the good will you’d briefly built, and now everything felt a little strange and precarious.

‘Yes’ Mig said slowly as he watched you work. ‘Yes, he—requested today that we go over the early plans for this experiment. He, sent a message about it while you were sleeping.’

You mindlessly found yourself fiddling with his shirt as you pondered how to respond. ‘Okay. So—how, are you feeling about that?’

Mig shrugged. ‘It is… strange. But, I don’t really know how to describe it. I suppose I am, tentative. But I am not angry. How about you, arañita?’

You shrugged back. It was hard to put all of your feelings into words. ‘Ah… I mean, I trust him. I do. It feels weird but, I trust that he is being honest, I trust that he can’t lie, and… you know.’

You saw Mig’s lip curl, but you couldn’t tell why. Your hands went to his flank for comfort.

‘We’re okay, right?’ you said quietly. To your surprise Mig nodded immediately.

‘Yes. Yes, of course. This has nothing to do with you, Arañita. Just—my relationship with you, it is… a comfort. My relationship with him, it is… a burden. I just don’t know how to trust him anymore, but, I can’t turn down this opportunity. It is, too important for us.’

You squeezed his hand as silence fell, letting you both stew in your thoughts. You hoped it would bring some clarity but as the minutes passed you could feel Mig getting restless, as his fur began to bristle and his feet began to tap. You decided it would probably be best if you both just got to work.

‘Well… You wanna get going then?’ you asked.

Mig nodded and slowly rose from the mattress, his leg outstretched to help you up. You stumbled to your feet with his fur clutched in your fists.

‘Okay. Well… let’s get to it’ you said, and swung open a portal back to the HQ.

…

Despite your reservations you decided to accompany Mig up to Miguel’s office and lab.

It was nice to be back in the HQ in this state. You were no longer hobbling about in that awkward, slightly stilted stance, and Mig was no longer utterly fixed to your side like a guard dog.

He was certainly guarding you, to be fair, just not as aggressively. You still smelled like him though.

Outside it was clear and bright. As you ascended to the top of the building you got to enjoy the warmth of the sun beating through the huge glass walls, a nice departure from the misty solitude of the forest, and you caught Miguel basking in the warmth in the elevator once or twice.

It was ever so sweet. He seemed to really enjoy vicariously being part of society, even from behind the walls of the HQ, safely separated from the people. You knew he liked to take breaks on the big pillars where the sun came through and lounge like a cat, basking in the warmth until his fur was hot to the touch.

Sadly though, today he’d be descending into the dark. You both made your way in silence through the upper tunnels into Miguel’s office.

In here it was eerie and dark. The light was dim in these winding corridors, with the walls jagged and mismatched, seemingly unfinished, and the floor covered in half-finished poorly constructed tech. You had to hop over half of it to get through, and Mig struggled to not get his fur stuck on the junk attached to the walls.

You could sense Mig getting nervous. His paws kept tapping in ways that belied a prey animal warning off its enemy, trying to sound bigger than it was, and every time you brushed him, he seemed to flinch. You ended up taking his hand in yours as you ventured further.

You made your way through into the enormous, cavern-like space of his interior office, and there he was.

Miguel was standing atop his floating desk, his back turned towards you and his hands outstretched. He appeared to be filing through a hundred tabs at once. In the darkness the screens were the only light, and their orange hue gave fine definition to his sculpted torso.

He looked tense, you thought. Not as tense as before, but still tense. He must be focusing hard.

Your echoing footsteps were the only thing to stir him. Yours were normal, but with Mig at your back it must have sounded like a whole group of people had just entered. Miguel glared over his shoulder. You caught him preparing what kind of tone he’d adopt, depending on who’d just entered his domain.

When he saw it was you, he panicked. You saw his eyes widen, his shoulders hunching hard as he struggled to clear his desk.

‘You—Ay, ¡chingado!’ he hissed under his breath.

You blinked. It was surprising, to say the least, to be greeted in such a way. His concern was immediately odd; usually he met you both with hostility or avoidance.

You and Mig came to a stop as he abruptly leapt from his floating office, not bothering to wait until it’d landed safely. The sound his body made when it hit the floor was terrifying.

‘You didn’t think to knock?’ he said as he approached. You eyed him up as he brushed himself down. You could feel the tension in the air like a chokehold; nobody knew how the other was supposed to act, how you were all supposed to talk.

You opted to just act as you usually would.

‘There’s no door, Miguel’ you drawled. He watched as you turned and gestured with both arms to the entrance of his office.

In silence he darted his eyes from the door to you. Slowly, his hands came down to rest on his sharp, small hips.

‘Mm. Yeah. I uh—I forgot, about that’ he said slowly.

Again, another surprising response.

Already you could feel the difference. He still had a bit of that edge, that tinted veil of short-tempered aggravation, but he seemed calmer. You could sense something beneath it now. A man who was trying to be stoic while secretly juggling a lot of feelings. An insecure, conflicted man. A man who cared about being good, about seeming kind, even with a short temper.

When he turned to you again his face was a little less stern. You could see the old, tired lines beneath his eyes and around his forehead, but his eyes seemed wider.

‘You, uh—you, okay?’ you asked awkwardly. Miguel seemed to notice your hesitancy, but you couldn’t tell how he felt about it. Was he upset? He did seem a little sad you were still being so quiet, so professional.

‘I’m as good as I can be’ he said, noting the absolute mess around his office. ‘Are uh- are you, okay?’

‘Ah, y-yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. I’m, good’ you replied. You saw him raise an eyebrow.

‘Ahuh. So, can we stop making small talk now, please? It’s unnerving. I feel like I’m going crazy. Please just insult me and get us back on track.’

You baulked a little at his abruptness, though you quickly began to appreciate him for it. You were acting weird, much too weird, and you didn’t want to do that. You were weirdly grateful to hear him be both forward and nonchalant.

It said everything you needed it to say right now, just, quietly.

‘Okay. Sure. Your office is disgusting, and your know-it-all attitude is unbearable’ you replied with a shrug.

To your surprise you saw him bite down a smile, almost like he was ashamed of it. ‘Mhm. There we go. Better.’

He turned from you to Mig and coughed, straightening himself out before addressing his variant. Mig was staring him down.

‘So. You… came’ he said slowly.

Mig just stared back. For one horrible, awkward moment he refused to speak.

‘In… I—what, are you referring to? Do you mean in the, slang tense, or—my physical arrival?’ Mig asked.

Almost instantly Miguel returned to his usual aggravated expression. ‘Showing up, the—the physical arrival, of course I meant the physical arrival, you—ay cabrón—’

‘I’ve learned that came is a word with multiple meanings’ Mig argued back. ‘I didn’t want to reply under an assumption—’

‘WHY WOULD I BRING IT UP IN THAT CONTEXT—No, no, calm, calm—’ Miguel turned and forced himself to face the wall, whispering in a mantra that you could only barely hear. ‘Tranquilo, tranquilo, todo bien, todo bien—’

When he turned back around, he was pinching the space between his brows.

‘Okay. Okay.’ He lowered his hand and held it out in front of him, stiff and sharp. ‘I was saying, I am surprised you showed up here, but I am… glad.’

Mig let out a low clicking noise as his eyes darted across Miguel’s body. The tension was still there, yes, but it seemed to be slowly dissipating in the face of pure awkwardness. You watched as Mig then clumsily held out his own stiff hand in front of his variants, almost as if about to shake hands, though without any contact.

‘Yes. I am, here to help’ Mig proudly proclaimed.

You thought you saw a physical vein pop in Miguel’s head. He quickly retracted his hand.

‘Dios mio—Okay, well, I guess I should just, get right to it.’

Miguel turned and clicked his fingers. In response, a wide, holographic board materialized before you, one that already displayed numerous overlapping theoretical equations and multi-verse diagrams. Just the sight of it made your head spin, but Mig approached it without a shred of fear.

‘Mm. Is this your, current work?’ Mig asked.

‘Yes, well—it’s my old multiverse work’ Miguel noted. He waved his hand on the corner of the board, allowing the holographic notes to be smudged away. ‘I’ve added a few notes over the past few days, when they came to me, but its incredibly underdeveloped.’

‘Yes. I can see that’ Mig replied.

Again, you saw Miguel’s eye twitch with irritation. He wiped it aside and continued.

‘So.. I may, give input on this, to you?’ Mig asked, his claws gesturing to the work. Mig nodded again. He looked strained, clearly he wasn’t looking forward to receiving any kind of criticism or input, but he allowed it.

Mig nodded in response, and after a few minutes gawking at the board, they began their discussion.

As the two men began debating logistics you waddled awkwardly in the back. You didn’t exactly feel helpful here. This was all far above your paygrade, these two genetic engineers at the top of their respective field waving their enormous brains around like it was nothing.

You tended to forget Mig’s backstory when it was just you and him at home. You forgot that he was a scientist once, and that at heart he still was.

You could see it now though, and despite feeling a little left out, it was comforting. It was nice to see Mig looking so comfortable and at home, back in his element as he followed Miguel’s ramblings without delay or pause.

Miguel, too, looked a little more comfortable. It seemed that talking work was a bridge that eased all of his social awkwardness. If he could just talk business, especially with someone who understood, he could just about pass as normal for a bit.

After all, Mig didn’t demand jokes or take breaks to make snide comments. He was flat, calm, to the point. For the first time you saw why they were variants of each other. They were both massive, very attractive nerds.

You slowly began to back up as the two started raising their voices in tandem.

‘Hey, I uh—I, best get going, it—’

‘Oh, Arañita!’

Mig turned as you spoke, though he seemed to have not noticed that you were leaving. He rushed over and gently lay a foreleg against your chest.

‘Mi tesoro, I think we will be quite busy in here today. I know I promised to leave and visit for lunch, but, would you be okay coming here?’

You blinked in surprise. ‘Ah—ah, yeah, of course. I mean I can leave you two to just work on it if—’

‘No, please, come by later’ Miguel called over his shoulder. ‘Otherwise I won’t stop, and I don’t need Jess on my ass all over again about eating healthy or skipping meals.’

‘Oh! That is a good idea. Arañita, you could bring some food from the cafeteria? And we can eat here together. I’ll wire you the cost through your watch, I’ll make sure it’s enough that you can get your favourite’ Mig suggested.

You felt your chest flutter a little beneath his sincere expression. He was smiling at you without a care, his fluffy foreleg placed right over your heart so he could feel it thudding.

‘Aha, well—sure. Sure. I’ll, bring food up and make sure you guys get a break. Just ah—don’t kill each other in the mean time’ you said, and though you whispered the last part as a joke Miguel snorted in response.

‘I can’t kill him, unfortunately. If I want to do this atom test I’ll need his legs to hold it steady. Until then he’s collateral equipment’ he called back. You rolled your eyes.

‘My god, what a charmer. Okay, well, in that case… I’ll, see you soon, okay Mig?’

Mig purred and bent down to kiss your forehead. ‘Yes. I will see you soon, mi Arañita. Stay safe.’

‘You too big guy. Get out there and ah, well… I guess, figure out how we can combine our genetics. So romantic.’

You took one final moment with your foreheads pressed together, breathing in the moment, before reluctantly parting. You returned to the HQ to work on being a lower rank superhero, and the two Miguel’s convened over the plan to continue their work.

Perhaps this would work out. Perhaps, this would be okay.

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Until I Met You - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Ill Tidings

Pairings: Halsin x Tav

Word count: 3,893

Rating: Currently M, will be Explicit in later chapters.

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Summary: Our group of heroes makes their way to the Thorm mausoleum. Halsin is finally reunited with Thaniel. Part 34 of the slow burn fic. Tav and Halsin POVs.

Tags: Slow burn, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual love confessions, eventual smut, angst, implied past rape/non-con and abuse, graphic description of injuries, brief suicidal thoughts.

A/N: A bit of a shorter chapter to bridge some big events, but still some fun dialogue! I don't know about you, but I think Thaniel would be just a little bit of a shit (affectionate) ;) you'll get to see more of him (and Oliver) in upcoming chapters!!

Halsin awoke to find Tav still curled up against him. He guessed they had only been out for a couple of hours. At some point during their trance, she had moved into his lap and was now wrapped in his arms with her head on his chest. The sight made his heart race. Tentatively, he leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the top of her head.

He wanted nothing more than to sit there holding her for the rest of the day. But for now, he needed his focus to return to their shared goal of banishing the Absolute cult from these lands and driving the shadows away for good.

He jostled Tav awake. Her eyelids slowly opened, and she stretched in his arms. She smiled up at him as she shook off the last of her trance. It took her a moment to take in her surroundings, but once she did a familiar redness started to creep over her face. She jumped to her feet, tugging at her long, messy braid.

“Oh…uh…good morning…” She started to stammer. “I’m sorry I must have drifted off last night. I didn’t mean to trap you here…” Halsin chuckled in response.

“There is nothing to apologize for, believe me when I say there are worse traps that I have been caught in. But to wake up to such a lovely sight as you…” He held his hand out to her, trying to persuade her to come sit again. “I think I could be convinced to be trapped more often.”

She took his hand and let him lead her down to the ground next to him.

“I meant what I said the other night, Tav,” he started, still holding her hand. “I care for you. My heart and mind have been closed off for so long, I don’t know when I’ll be able to open them again.” He let out a deep breath.

“I care for you too, Halsin. And I understand,” she said softly, squeezing his hand. “I can’t blame you for not wanting to open your heart to someone who could turn into a mind flayer without a moment’s notice.” Her lower lip was starting to quiver as she looked away from him.

He looked at her, confused. Did she think that was the problem?

“Tav…” He moved one hand to cradle her cheek. “The parasite has nothing to do with this. I…” He looked down at the ground.

“My mind has been walled off completely by this shadow curse since it was unleashed. Nothing has been able to break through that barrier. Not until you.”

She nuzzled her face further into the palm of his hand.

“I’m afraid I just need some more time before we can be anything more than this.” He looked down at the other hand that was now holding hers.

“But it’s as I told you before, you should follow your heart just as I follow mine. I would never dream of asking you to save yourself for me, it is not in my nature.” Halsin kept his eyes fixed on their hands.

“More than anything, I cherish your friendship, your company. And I do not wish to lose that.”

“You won’t,” Tav assured him as she squeezed his hand.

“I…I’m sorry I can’t be more for you right now.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, love. You’re more than enough as you are.”

“But I want to be more I just can’t seem to see past the shadows…past the guilt and the grief.” He let out a frustrated grunt. “I want so badly to be close to you, Tav, but every time I try, I feel something pull me back.”

“I like spending time with you. We can be as close as you like, Halsin. If that means we hold hands or share a hug every now and then, but nothing more, I’m happy to accept.”

“Perhaps more often than every now and then,” he teased back in a hopeful whisper.

She smiled before leaning forward and pulling him into a hug.

“I can be patient, Halsin. I can wait.”

I can wait.

The words brought tears to his eyes as he hugged her back, grateful that his face was hidden in her shoulder. Her soft strokes in his hair caused him to melt further into her embrace.

But why? Why would she want to wait for him?

“You just let me know when you’re ready,” she said as she released him. “You can set the pace, love.”

Gods, why can’t I be ready now?

“I will.”

She paused for a moment and took a shaky breath. “And should you decide it’s not something you want, then you’ll still have me as a friend.”

“Thank you,” he whispered back.

Halsin took one of her hands and gave her knuckles a light kiss.

“I should go and check on Thaniel.” He reluctantly pulled away from her. “He should be awake soon, or so I hope.”

“Of course. I’ll go check the torches around the perimeter.”

“Join us when you’re done?”

“I’ll be there shortly.” She squeezed his hand again as she stood up.

Halsin watched her walk away as he rose from his seat. She turned over her shoulder and caught him staring. Rather than quickly averting their gazes as they had so many times before, they locked eyes for a moment and smiled. A new kind of warmth spread through his chest as she turned away again.

I can wait.

For the first time in so long someone cared about him, not just because they needed something or looked up to him. Because they wanted to be with him, and they wanted to be with him so badly that they would wait for him to be ready.

He just hoped he wouldn’t have to keep her waiting for long.

In his tent, Thaniel still remained in a sound slumber. At least his breathing had calmed, and his face looked much more peaceful than it had last night.

“We did it, Thaniel,” he whispered as the small boy’s soft snores filled his tent. “Oliver will be returned to your side, you’ll be whole again. I have so much to tell you, my friend.”

He sat and talked to Thaniel as he slept, holding one of his small hands. Telling him of their journey so far, of all the nights he tried to speak with him. He apologized for not making it back to Moonrise sooner, for leaving him in the clutches of the Shadowfell for so long. He told him about Tav, how she saved them.

Over one hundred years had passed since he’d seen Thaniel last, and he still had not changed one bit. As he continued to sleep, Halsin closed his eyes and offered another prayer of thanks to Silvanus for helping him to be reunited with his oldest friend.

A small groan took his attention away from his prayers. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Thaniel’s fluttering open as well. Tears started pouring down his face as soon as he saw those eyes filled with the very essence of nature itself.

His irises started as a deep brown, as rich as the soil beneath them before shifting to green, the color of the forest canopy. Small, golden tendrils cut their way through as the sun pierced the leaves of the trees before fading to a soft blue, mirroring that of the sky.

“Thaniel?” he asked quietly.

“Halsin Silverbough…you returned. I felt it when you crossed into this land.”

He let out a loud, relieved laugh as Thaniel sat up next to him, it took a great effort from him to do so.

“Easy, my friend.” Halsin helped him up.

“I told the man who was trapped with me to find you. He was a good friend to me while we were prisoners in the Shadowfell.”

“He found us. He led me to you.” Halsin sniffled and wiped his face on the back of his arm. “Thaniel, I…I’m so sorry. I wanted to find you that day. I wanted to bring you with us, away from these wretched shadows.”

“If you would have stayed, you would have been consumed. I am glad you made it to safety. And I knew you would return.” He reached up to rest a hand on Halsin’s cheek. “You opened your heart, and nature listened.”

“Just as you taught me.”

Sobs took over his body at feeling Thaniel’s touch. He reached out and pulled his friend close. Knowing that he never lost faith in him soothed away the guilt that had clawed at his insides for decades.

“I sensed someone else return with you as well.”

“Yes, Tav. She’s the one I told you about while you slept.” He smiled at the sound of her name on his lips. “She was here all those years ago as well.”

“Can I meet her?”

“Of course! She should be making her way over here soon.”

Thaniel’s tired smile drew forth another laugh from him. The tremendous joy of seeing him alive and well again gave Halsin all the confirmation he needed that he had made the right decision to come back.

The grove and the druids who resided there would recover in his absence, but Thaniel could not have been saved without him. This land could not have been saved had he stayed at the Emerald Grove.

As he sat and talked with Thaniel for a while longer, the young boy suddenly perked up, staring past Halsin’s shoulder.

“Hey…” Tav was approaching his tent with a surprised look on her face. “You’re awake.”

“Is this her?” Thaniel turned to him to ask.

“Yes, this is Tav. Tav, this is Thaniel,” he could barely choke the words out he was so excited to introduce them.

Halsin beamed as she knelt down to take Thaniel’s outstretched hand.

“The druid Halsin spoke to me while I slept. He told me how you fought shadows and risked your life to save us. You have my thanks.” Thaniel’s voice was soft and hoarse, still weak from his time in the Shadowfell.

“Happy to help.” Tav smiled as she patted his hand.

“But there is one final task to be done. One final anchor that holds the curse to these lands. For my land to heal, Ketheric Thorm must die.”

“I understand,” she whispered back to him.

“I remember your face.” Thaniel’s other hand reached up to touch Tav’s cheek. “I saw it here the day I was whisked away to the Shadowfell. You were running.”

She nodded back at him.

“Thank you for coming back.”                                    

Tav smiled as Thaniel’s hands dropped back to his side.

“Get some rest, Thaniel. We’ll take it from here.” Tav brushed a few hairs from his forehead.

Halsin stood watching them, an overwhelming feeling of relief spreading throughout him. Seeing his two dear friends meet was more than he could have ever hoped to experience over the past century.

“You were right, Halsin,” Thaniel smiled up at him, “she is beautiful.”

His eyes went wide, and he immediately blushed at Thaniel’s words, even more so when he saw the way Tav bit down on her lips to keep from smirking.

“You’re too sweet, Thaniel.” Tav tapped his nose before standing back up.

“Yes, so sweet.” Halsin scolded him playfully through gritted teeth. Thaniel just grinned back at him with a smug twinkle in his eyes. Despite the teasing, he couldn’t help but feel thankful that Thaniel’s mischievous side had made it out of the Shadowfell unscathed.

Tav took his hand and ushered him back toward the fire. He turned to wave at Thaniel over his shoulder.

Everyone else was just waking for the day, taking sleepy strides toward the fire for their morning meal.

“Morning, soldier. What’s on the agenda today?” Karlach hopped up from her seat to greet them.

Tav looked back to his tent at Thaniel who had now been joined by Oliver. The two fey boys sat together playing a clapping game with their hands. The slow, owlish turn of her head as she faced them again revealed a darkened expression.

“We’re going to kill Ketheric Thorm.”

***

Tav had prepped her gear for the day, checking the tension in her bow, the clasps of her armor, her stock of potions. She went over everything twice, dragging her feet to keep her from her responsibilities this morning.

But Halsin was waiting for her when she emerged from her tent.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and solemn.

“I need to talk to Arabella before we do anything else,” she sighed.

“I’ll join you.”

Arabella was in her usual spot near Withers. Despite being in their camp for days, she still hadn’t exhausted her repertoire of questions. The sight threatened to break her resolve, she found herself not wanting to crush that curiosity today. How unlucky for her though that Halsin was there to make sure she saw it through.

“Hey, you,” Arabella greeted them in a cheery voice. “I don’t s’pose you found anything out about mum and pops, did you?”

Tav knelt down to her level. Dread maintained its clawed grip in her chest.

“Arabella,” she sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder, “there’s no easy way to say this, love. We found your parents, but they were already dead.”

“What?” Arabella’s smile faded away.

“I’m sorry, little one,” Halsin said from behind Tav.

“I…I don’t believe you.” She took a step back, causing her tail to curl loosely around her leg and Tav’s hand to drop.

Tav tried to reach out for her, but she stepped away again.

“No!” she sobbed. “Get away from me, go!”

“Arabella, I’m so–”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Arabella cut her off to scream before running away to the other side of the camp.

Tav’s shoulders slumped forward as she ran away. She wanted to chase after her, to tell her that everything would be okay in the end.  Arabella had already endured so much, Tav hated to be the one to deliver even more ill tidings. She leaned onto Halsin’s arm as soon as he knelt next to her.

“So much death in these few days. Tev, Arabella’s parents, so many refugees and Harpers…” Tav was still preoccupied watching Arabella from across camp. She had curled into a ball, still sobbing into her knees pulled tight against her chest. Any attempt to go comfort her had been unsuccessful, but Karlach had at least managed to leave a small bowl of food next to her.

Eventually, Scratch made his way over to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his fur, snuggling up against him in the dirt.

“It has been a difficult start to our time here, yes,” Halsin agreed, “but remember there has also been life flourishing even among the darkness.”

“I suppose.”

“Everyone at Last Light is alive because of you, my friend. You were able to save many of them from a terrible fate at Moonrise, you’ve given Arabella a safe place to stay, and you helped me bring Thaniel back.”

Tav wiped away the tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I do not know how many times I’ll have to say this, but it bears repeating until the sentiment sticks.” Halsin took both of her hands in his. “You are far too hard on yourself, Tav. Despite the incredible feats you’ve accomplished in such a short time you still don’t think you’ve done enough. I know there is still a long fight ahead of us, but do not downplay what you have achieved thus far.”

“You…you said ‘us’ just now,” she whispered.

“Of course,” he smiled back at her, “this is our fight, Tav. I promised you my aid, and you shall have it.”

“Then I guess we should get moving,” she sighed.

Halsin helped her to her feet, keeping a gentle hold on one of her hands as they walked out of camp.

The party started their day at Last Light Inn, checking in with the forces there for any potential updates.

Tav and Halsin informed Jaheira of their success with Thaniel as well as their intention to go to the mausoleum next. She let them know that the forces at Moonrise had been strangely quiet. They were no longer venturing out into the shadows, instead gathering their numbers at the towers.

Karlach and Wyll took on the unfortunate task of letting the other tieflings know of Komira and Locke’s fates. Arabella was still unwilling to talk with her this morning before they left, but she also didn’t seem willing to leave their camp.

Everyone else milled around the inn, trading and conversing with the others sheltering there. The Harpers and tieflings were generous enough to provide them with additional supplies for the upcoming fights. Special arrows, potions, and scrolls to get them through the next few days.

“Ah, there you are, I was wondering when you might make your way back here.” Tav heard a familiar voice call out to her.

She turned around to see Barcus Wroot standing behind her, a small package held in front of him.

“As promised, a small token of my appreciation for your efforts.” He held it out to Tav, who took it graciously.

“That’s kind of you Barcus, thank you. Something tells me we’ll need all the help we can get.”

She opened the small box to see a…bomb? There was also a small pile of gold.

“I call it the Brilliant Retort! A rather powerful explosive that would be sure to change the tide in any battle.”

She smiled back at him, but his face was distant.

“Is everything alright, Barcus? I thought you’d be happier now that Wulbren is back.”

“Ah, yes, well…” Barcus cleared his throat. “I’m afraid Wulbren isn’t much for speaking at this moment. Perhaps once we reach Baldur’s Gate, he’ll feel more inclined.”

“He won’t even speak with you? After you’ve travelled halfway across the godsdamned continent to find him? After you were enslaved in the Underdark on the way?!” Tav heard her voice rising.

She glanced around the inn, trying to catch a glimpse of him so she could give him a piece of her mind.

“Oh, it’s just Wulbren being well…Wulbren. He has been through a lot, after all. I’m sure everything will work itself out in the end.”

Unsuccessful in her search, Tav pursed her lips. “You know where to find me if it doesn’t.”

“That I do,” Barcus nodded, “I’m sure you’ll have the path forward cleared soon enough. I’ll wait here with the others for your next bout of heroics to come to an end.”

“Thank you, Barcus, for this.” Tav held up the small package before stashing it away as the rest of their adventuring party joined them. “We’ll talk soon.”

He turned to slink away, his shoulders slumped and his feet dragging across the floor.

“Alright, soldier, ready to get this show on the road?” Karlach bopped up next to her, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“As I’ll ever be.”

***

Halsin shuddered as they made their way past the House of Healing. In this area of town, the shadows were especially dark and hungry. Despite the pixie blessing keeping them at bay, he could feel how they longed to seep into his very soul, to drag him down into the abyss with them.

Bones and armor littered the ground around them. Graves half-dug and empty lined every small plot of land. The bodies meant to fill them were likely among the scattered piles of bones, abandoned once that terrible darkness sprung forth from the tomb nearby.

The pathway leading up to the crypt was still familiar, even among the shadows. His last march here all those years ago came to the front of his mind. Members of Harpers and the Emerald Enclave working together to lay Ketheric Thorm to rest, to forever remove his blight from the world.

Halsin approached the opening to the mausoleum, his feet feeling heavier with each step. All along the outside were remnants of runes and glyphs, all meant to keep Thorm sealed away.

The door to the mausoleum had been obliterated when the curse was unleashed. The iron gates magically locked, bound by powerful rituals and spells to keep the entire resting place of the Thorm family isolated from the world. Seeing their state now, Halsin realized just how futile their attempt had been. The rungs of the gates were warped and twisted, poking out in every direction leaving a gaping hole in the entryway.

He ran his fingers along the rocky cliffside. They caught on the grooves that had been carved by him and his mentor. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel the approving pat on the shoulder he had given Halsin when he finished etching his piece of the sigil.

Tav stood nearby, studying a few Harper runes.

“Hard to believe these are still here,” she mused. “Especially with what little good they did.”

“I remember carving them, feeling satisfied. We were already mourning of course, so many lives had been lost before making our way here.” Halsin paused to take a deep breath. “But there was at least a happiness of knowing we had succeeded. That the remaining Dark Justiciars were being fought back as we sealed Ketheric Thorm away for good.”

“Yes, that’s unfortunately where my squad was fighting. I suppose the lucky part was that we were further from the strongest of the shadows.” She shuddered at the memory.

“Master Alwin fell quickly,” he said softly. “I had to…”

Halsin saw the understanding look in Tav’s eyes even through his tear-blurred vision.

“I had to cut down his corpse.”

He sighed as he felt Tav’s fingers intertwine with his own.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered back. “I don’t wish that on anyone.”

“This small area looks like a battlefield in its own right,” Wyll remarked as he studied the piles of bones and rusted armor around them.

“It was of sorts.” Halsin turned to face him, drying his eyes in the process. “The curse sprang forth from the mausoleum, decimating everything in its path. Those of us that survived the initial wave did so out of sheer luck.”

Gale whistled as he inspected the mangled iron gate. “If the state of that entryway is any indicator–”

A sudden smell of sulfur in the air caused them all to freeze.

“Our hero thought but of treasure ahead, did not consider the peace of the dead…”

The sound of weapons unsheathing echoed in the air at the unexpected intrusion. They whipped around to see Raphael standing behind them.

“Through the dark she went creeping, and awoke what was sleeping.”

“A warning? Oh, Raphael, don’t tell me you’re worried about us,” Tav shot back with a sweet smile.

“Merely protecting my assets, my dear,” he assured her with a shallow bow. “I will admit I’ve grown quite fond of you, in my own way. I thought it would be only fair to warn you about the dangers ahead.”

“Oh? And what would be the cost of this warning? Or are you just feeling particularly altruistic today?”

“No cost, just a simple proposition between friends. You help me…” Raphael turned his attention to Astarion.

“I help you.”

[b000mbayah]

heyy, can I request a blackpink reaction where female reader kisses their (BP) neck please?

Blackpinks reaction to the reader kissing their neck

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: Sorry if this took a while to make, I hope you like it though anon! 🫠

(I went for a softer/fluffier approach)

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Jisoo

She mumbled incoherent words, calmingly stroking and carding her fingers through your hair.

It has been a while since you both had the opportunity to simply just rejoice in each other's presence, let alone actually snuggle up the way you are now.

Jisoo held you under her hold, your head resting on her shoulder and arms hung loosely around her waist. The air was branded with Jisoos' predictable perfume, and your hands were somewhere between a fist and a flattened palm against her back as you nuzzled your head closer and closer to her neck.

The tender skin greets the tip of your nose, almost tickling the blackpink member as she goes through emails and schedules about her upcoming solo debut.

And despite the overwhelming feeling of adoration and respect for her dedication, even now, you wanted nothing more than her attention.

You wanted to kiss her.

It wasn't your first intention when you first started cuddling, but now it was all you could think about. And with the raw neck exposed to you, it made Jisoo involuntarily vulnerable, allowing you to intervene yourself into her every thought as you infiltrated her mind and heart.

You had left a soft kiss on the finer muscle of the left side on her neck, causing a small hum to vibrate throughout her throat.

You could only smile at her half minded response, but you still wanted more of her attention than just a hum. So, with a small smile, you kissed the muscle again, leaving a more lingering touch to it than the previous.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jisoo had inquired, stealing a quick glance at you without much regard. "Why are you kissing me?"

"Because I want to," you said, placing a third kiss upon her skin as she inched her head away to look at you.

She had no wide-eyed expression, nor a confused one. Instead, she looked more captivated than anything else. "If you kiss me like that again, I'll make sure it'll be the last one"

"Then I guess I'll just have to kiss your lips"

Jennie

Jennie had been practising all day. She'd been a hopping, flopping mess since practice started a few hours back, and a break was the only thing evidently on their minds.

Eventually, however, after extensive sweating and breathless pauses, a break was rightfully awarded to the hardworking girls.

Jennie had quickly found her way to you, a wearied smile playing upon her licked over lips. Setting herself down on your lap, she instantly dug herself into you- pulling you as close as possible to ensure she felt that familiar barrier of comfort and safety.

You are her safe haven, after all. You're always encouraging the group. You're always there for her practices, and you're always the loudest in the crowd. And for what reason?

For Jennie.

However, she whined when your hand pulled her chin up and away from your shoulder as you instead tucked your head between her shoulder and jaw.

At this point, it was just you, Jennie, and Lisa. Everyone else had left for drinks or a small snack to restore some energy before the next few agonising hours were to come. So you had to tread lightly upon the property of Kim Jennie.

You had gently traced your lips along her neck to her jaw, feeling the girl on you tremble with every affectionate kiss. "Y/n, what are you doing?"

"Showing you my love and support," you smiled up at her as she started down through half lidded eyes.

"But, Lisa's in here, and I don't have anything to cover my neck!" She whispered, feeling unsure of your intentions.

"I won't leave a mark, but you'll have to be quiet for me"

Rosé

You were both sitting on your shared bed, books in hand as a single lamp, powered by a calming 50-watt bulb, which dimmed the room perfectly.

The silence was almost as content as you were, if it weren't for your burning desire to just snuggle up and sleep already. Usually, you and Rosé would read for half an hour before going to sleep, but not even ten minutes in, and you already wanted to put the book down and just enjoy your time together.

Especially since Rosé looked so cute with her hair pinned into a messy bun to keep her silky hair away from her bubbly glasses that seemed to only keep falling down the bridge of her nose every few seconds.

Slowly, but surely, you shuffled over a tad closer to put your head on her shoulder, looking up at the beauty you've become fond of. Her breathing was regulated, and her eyes were focused on the text as she read it carefully.

She was stunning.

But was she real? You often ask yourself this question, sometimes questioning if she's just the ideal partner you've made up in your head to feel better about yourself.

So, with an inquiring mind, you had tilted your head, allowing your lips to connect briefly with Rosés slim neck.

However, when you pulled away to look at Rosé, you had already found her staring back down at you with her cheeks flared up with a variation of pinks and reds as it skipped across her cheeks and spread to her ears.

Rosé had let out a simple gasp at the time, too - feeling surprised by the sudden affection you shared upon her neck. "What was that baby?" Rosé had asked, almost stuttering on her hushed words.

"A reminder," Rosés eyebrows had furrowed together in confusion. She needed more than just that.

"A reminder of what?" You smiled, placing a gentle kiss upon her plush lips this time, increasing her blush tenfold.

"To remind me of how lucky I am to have found someone like you.

Lisa

You were slow dancing in your living room with each other. You don't know how the conversation started, or what it stemmed off from, but you know that the beautiful woman in front of you was more than enough to tell you that you didn't need such questions or answers. You only needed her right now.

The music was slow and somewhat sensual as you rocked side to side, slowly looping around in an eventual circle for the nth time to the rhythm. Your musicality was on point, and your movements were smooth and slow. It was all perfect.

Except for the fact that you wanted nothing more than to just nuzzle your head into the crook of her neck and smother her in loving kisses- so that's what you went for.

You had pulled her closer, chest to chest as you found your head placed flat upon her shoulder. Lisa had let out a small laugh when you had done that, finding it cute at the sudden want for closeness- until she found out the real reason.

When a pair of lips kissed the supple skin of her neck, she had felt a shiver run along her spine before dissipating entirely.

Lisa had only laughed, patting your hips lightly as her chest quickly heaved with each short breath. "You're cute," Lisa had gotten put, feeling your smile against her skin as you pampered her neck with some more light kisses.

"Thanks," you had simply mumbled into her skin.

Your dancing had all but stopped by now as you just stood with your head on her shoulder, and her body pressed flush against yours. Lisa's face was tinted with a twinge of pinks, but nothing too much for the time being.

Eventually, however, you had begun to get tired of kissing just her neck, so you trailed your kisses up her jaw and to her lips, where you net in a mutual understanding of pure connection.

"I love you Y/n" Lisa managed between kisses.

"I love you too"

[snailsgoingdowntown]

can you write a drabble fluff for Eliot Charon & Hebaron Nirtha (separate) x female reader about how she doesn't seem to realize how attractive she is. She doesn't know why men always seek for her hand in marriage. You can choose any of the characters above, it your decision to write what you feel is appropriate. Have a nice day

I just learned that a drabble is actually 100 words and this 600… oh well, I guess.

I couldn’t think of anything for Hebaron, so I’m sorry about that. I also hope you don’t mind the suggestive nature of this… I tried; I really did but this was the only thing that kept popping in my head. I hope you like it and thank you for requesting!

Minors/blank blogs dni

Warnings: slight jealously, mentioned past harassment

Not-sfw warnings: suggestive

Blog contains dark content/dead dove, don’t eat.

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You were an extremely beautiful woman.

Lovely as roses, smile as bright and warm as the sun, eyes shining like jewels – so beautiful, so lovely. Eliot himself had fallen at first sight, but it was a puppy crush then. And well, four years later, and two weeks after returning from the campaign, he’s proud and grateful to call himself your fiancé.

But when he did return, something was amiss.

You were clingier than usual, more openly affectionate. One would think it would only be natural, considering he was away for three years, his life on the line and survival uncertain. It was added to the mix, yes, but it didn’t take him long to realize you were making a show of it; at first, he thought you were marking him in a way, telling every young woman that he was off the market. He was wrong, apparently.

For a week after his much-wanted return, you had told him in bed, naked form cuddled into his chest.

“Men kept proposing to me after you left.”

His fingers brushed against your shoulders, your hair tickling his chin. Eliot hums in response, grip on you becoming a bit tighter. He kisses the crown of your head, loving the way you nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck, hands sprayed across his bare chest. He should have known as much.

You were a beautiful woman, extremely so.

It would only make sense that others would take the chance presented before them. Of course, they would never have dared to act in such a way. But with him gone, on a dangerous mission at that, uncertain if he would return alive or not…

Of course, they would target you. Why would they not? A pretty lady would mourn her fiancé’s death at any given moment. Waiting for his return, and even if he made it back alive, who’s to say that he didn’t find another lover on the trip? Or if he lost a limb or two? Became a different person, harsh and rash instead of the gentle giant?

They probably told you those things. Said how you can’t live without a husband, and what good is a woman if she is unwed? Unless you’re a high-ranking servant, or a servant in general, how could you make a proper living?

They told you things like that, didn’t they?

“I see. I assume they did not give up easily?”

“Mm, they kept harassing me to say yes. They were practically buzzing flies and annoying dogs… hounding me like that…” you throw a leg over his, skin as smooth as he remembered. And between your thighs was a mess – a claim, of sorts. Something you had begged for. Maybe it was the events that went on for three years that made you beg for it, reckless and yet, he was too.

He just missed you so much.

“Majority of the other women were left alone, even though it was their husbands and fiancés who left for The Campaign as well.”

The annoyance was starting to burn hotter in his chest. “Did they get physical?” Eliot holds you closer to him, tighter if possible. When you shake your head ‘no,’ his fingers slowly loosen their hold on you. He closes his eyes, kisses your forehead, threading his fingers through your hair. “That’s good,” he says, letting out a sigh.

“I just don’t understand why they were so… persistent. Every day, a new one would come, and every week I had to shoo them away. I just don’t understand why me, and why they leaped at the… ‘opporuinty’ once you left.”

Oh, if only you knew…

Instead of saying it – he plans to, tomorrow – Eliot raises, supporting himself on his arms, palms pressed against the bed. And when you look up at him with those eyes and kiss-swollen lips, who can blame him for starting another round?

Might as well make them hear who you crave and love.

[fishandships]

For Andrew: nuzzling into their neck?

Super soft intimacy prompts (accepting for IDV faves!) argh neck nuzzles my greatest weakness!!! putting a content warning on this one for extreme levels of schmoopiness it's honestly disgusting "why does Rosario know that song they're American" asked absolutely no one; the answer is that their grandfather was Scottish and taught it to them and also it was convenient for the sake of the scene

      Although three meals a day were always provided by the Manor’s staff, Rosario still enjoyed cooking and baking now and then. Finding flavors to please a wide variety of palates wasn’t easy, but they quickly adjusted to the challenge. Often they had the help of at least one other occupant, usually one of the children, but Ganji enjoyed assisting them when he was not preoccupied. This time, however, Rosario was working on their own, and they sang softly to themself as they stirred something aromatic and sizzling in a pan. 

“Green grow the rashes, O 

Green grow the rashes, O 

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, 

Are spent among the lasses, O.”

      Drawn by the tantalizing aroma, Andrew made his way to the kitchen. He paused at the entrance and leaned against the doorway to observe for a moment. So focused was Rosario on the task at hand that they did not notice him, and carried on singing and swaying slightly to their own melody as they added a few more ingredients. Andrew’s heart warmed at the sight, a smile creeping over his face. In such a state of concentration, Rosario’s features were relaxed, content, settled in an expression of gentle happiness. Their face was flushed from the heat of the stove. To Andrew, they looked breathtaking. He drew closer and wrapped his arms around their waist from behind, nuzzling his face against their neck. Their singing stopped with a little gasp. “Oh! I didn’t hear you come in.”

      “Please…don’t stop on my account,” he murmured into their skin.

      Rosario leaned back against him. “I can cook and receive cuddles at the same time. I’m good at multitasking.”

      “I meant your singing.”

      “Oh!” They were taken aback. “I-…I’m not very good, though.”

      He kissed their neck. “You sounded wonderful to me.”

      They reached their free hand back to run their fingers through his hair. “You’re biased, I’m afraid.”

      “Nonsense.” Another kiss, and another. “You sing like a bird.”

      Rosario laughed softly. “Maybe like a crow? Or a barn owl?”

      “Like a songbird,” he corrected, emphasizing his point with yet another kiss.

      “Hmm.” They sounded doubtful, but felt no drive to argue further. “Well, I’m glad you think so.”

      A gentle little tug at his hair at the base of his scalp was their request for him to lift his head, and when he did so they kissed his lips with an affectionate hum. Then they patted the back of his hand at their waist. “I’m sorry, my love, I need to move.”

      He removed just that hand and used it to tilt their face up for one last quick kiss to their lips before releasing them. “Can I help?”

      Their delighted smile erased any hesitation he felt about partaking in the unfamiliar task. “I would appreciate that immensely! Would you mind finishing this while I start rolling out the dough?”

      He pushed his sleeves up to the elbow before accepting the wooden spoon they offered him. “What do I do?”

      “Just stir it gently until all the meat is a nice dark brown, no pink. Thank you.” With that, they stepped aside and turned their attention to the bowl of dough sitting on the counter.

      “What are we making?” Andrew asked.

      Rosario smiled at the ‘we’. “Hand pies. You’ve probably had those lots of times, right?”

      He nodded. “Oh, yes. I used to bring them for meals at work all the time. I’d buy them from a street vendor, though - I’ve never made them myself before.” The hot steam filling the kitchen was already making his hair send out little flyaways. He puffed at one of them that tickled his nose. “I’ve never learned to cook much of anything, to be honest. It’s nice to have someone to teach me now.”

      Rosario wiped the back of their wrist over their forehead, leaving a little smudge of flour. They didn’t seem to notice. “I’m glad. I’m more than happy to share what skill I have with you.”

      Andrew put his spoon down for a moment to gently wipe away the flour with his thumb. “Will you share more of your singing, too?”

      Their face was already rosy from their work, but now the color deepened as they blushed. “Augh, the singing! If you really do insist, I could never refuse you. But…I’d feel a lot better if you sang with me.”

      He hesitated, now also flustered. “W-well…” he began, but then an idea came to him. “…Alright,” he relented.

      Clearing his throat, he picked up his spoon and resumed stirring, glancing bashfully at his sweetheart out of the corner of his eye. His voice was soft and quavering with nerves, but there was a smile on his lips as he sang,

“Green grow the rashes, O 

Green grow the rashes, O 

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, 

Are spent with my Rosari-o.”

      To his delight, their reaction was exactly as he’d hoped; surprise lighting up their eyes before the charming blush returned to their face and they giggled like a schoolchild. Both Rosario’s and Andrew’s nervousness faded as their voices joined in harmony together.

“But gi’e me a cannie hour at e'en, 

My arms about my dearie, O, 

An' warl'y cares an' warl’y men 

May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!”

[billysgirllol]

vulnerability shredding her apart, the dark haired girl can’t help but keep eyes gently closed and softly moving her head back and forth to nuzzle against his hand like an affectionate animal needing love in it’s most vulnerable moment. “no, i’m not, i’m just sayin’…darlin’.” she replies weakly. “i still do think it’s both of ours.” even if she agrees, he could’ve been smarter too about it. she’s still aware it was her fault too for not using her better judgment. “i sure will let you hold my hand.” lucy gray happily agrees upon that, already slipping her smaller palm into his bigger one, the one not on her cheek as she opens her eyes again. “oh, no, it was worth it. don’t you be sorry for that…” her hand not in his moves to place against his cheek, brushing away his dark wet curls from his forehead. “i wanted you to cause i needed you to in that moment, it was the only way gettin’ that water out of my throat, chest from stranglin’ me to death. i felt like i couldn’t breathe and when you hit me hard enough, it was only then i gained some breath back into my lungs.” she explains, finally finding the energy to talk again after getting frightened like that. it does still ache and sting back there on that spot on her back, but again, it’s all worth it. “let’s have neither of us dyin’…” fawn like eyes grew tender staring at him, “cause i really like you, billy bonney. you’re a good man, a really nice boy to save me like that.” hand fell from his cheek to pat his chest over his heart. it made it even more unfair his face was plastered on wanted signs and he was actually this kind-hearted of a person. that thought sparks an angry feeling of how she’ll protect him with her life, just like he saved hers today.

“thank you, but it’s alright.” lucy gray gently shakes her head, she just feels guilty for it. “i guess it was both our faults, but more so mine.” she tries to say, dropping her hand from wiping her tears. “no, i ain’t goin’ do that either. go runnin’ scared. i will go ankle deep…it won’t hurt.” she won’t drown again in a few inches of water. she just needs the strength to get up first. and she needs someone to teach her how to swim in case of an emergency… she thinks about maude ivory. what if she had been out there sinking? she couldn’t even saved her and they swim here all the time which is an even scarier thought. “yeah, i thought i was a goner. i didn’t think i’d see the lights of day again.” but that’s why she needs to be skilled, it could easily happen again if she needed to swim. her eyes gently close, melting against his gentle touches, she doesn’t even know what to do with the feeling it’s so joyfully overwhelming. “thank you. i try to be.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

You Know I Don’t Mind

Kinkmas Day 13: Aftercare

Relationship: Ari Levinson x fem!reader (gorgeous and the sex god (pre-Ransom and Jake) NLLYL AU)

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Ari just loves taking care of you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (cream pie, fingering, sexy touching) established relationship, feelings, fluff, kinda dom/sub dynamics, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Listen, it wasn’t exactly restful aftercare, but it’s Ari the sex god. Also, goddamn they are all in love, and every time I think about her and Ari or Jake and Ran and when I’m gonna have to break them up it breaks my heart a little bit. I just have to keep reminding myself they all end up where they need to be, but still 😭 (also, I know the pic in the moodboard isn’t as inclusive as I’d like, but the size difference and the pose screamed “Ari” and I couldn’t help myself)

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Ari let out a final, prolonged groan as his hips jerked against your ass, collapsing on top of you and burying his face in your neck after he finished pumping you full of his cum.

“You’re suffocating me.” You grinned crookedly at him when he pushed your hair aside and kissed your cheek with an affectionate growl before rolling off you. “I think you gave me a concussion.”

“I will not apologize for my enthusiasm, but I’m sorry about your head.” Ari beamed at you and rolled onto his side. “Does it still hurt? Is there a bump?”

“I don’t think so, but I can’t really check.” You just breathed deeply as you gazed back at him. “My body is a little immobile right now.”

Your first three day weekend together and you weren’t sure why you were surprised at the fact that he had spent the first eight hours fucking you all over his penthouse, not when he had practically stood over you to make sure you actually submitted your request for the time off. It had been the absolute right decision, the way his eyes had drank you in when you arrived before wrapping you in his arms and kissing you hungrily something that would stick in your brain for a while. He hadn’t let your feet touch the floor since you’d stepped off the elevator, fingering you on the accent table in his foyer then eating you out on his kitchen counter then petting your cunt while he held you up against the wall before he finally took you to the bedrooms almost literally drove your skull through the headboard.

Ari was more than a little enamored with you, and finally getting the chance to spoil you like he knew you deserved made his chest all warm. He just wanted to care for you and hold you and cover your entire body with kisses for the entire time he had you all to himself, practically addicted to the way your body reacted to him when he paid any sort of attention to that perfect, pretty pussy. Though he did feel bad about almost fucking you through his bedroom wall.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’ve got you.” Ari scooped you into his arms and purred when you nuzzled into his chest, kissing the top of your head and carrying you to the bathroom. “Gonna get you all cleaned up before dinner gets here.”

“You ordered in?” You batted your eyelashes and kissed his shoulder when he set you on the counter, sighing when he disconnected from you to turn on the water for the bath before he was back and ducking to nibble on your ear. “Thought you were gonna cook for me. Show me the domestic side of the sex god.”

“That’s for tomorrow.” Ari kissed one of the bruises his teeth had left on your neck, his hands gentle as they slid around your waist and pulled you closer. “Wanna spend tonight worshiping every inch of you.”

“You’re… mmm, Ari.” You moaned when he brushed his lips over your throat and growled affectionately, spreading your legs around his hips when you felt his warm palms rubbing and squeezing your ass. “You’re gonna spoil me. How does dinner figure into your plans?”

“Well…” he drew his face back to yours and smiled warmly as he brushed his nose against yours. “I was kinda thinking it’d be nice to let you keep my cock warm and wet while I feed you oysters before dripping fondue all over you and licking it off.”

“God, I’m not gonna be able to walk out of here, Levinson.” You chuckled and wound your fingers through his hair as he sucked on your bottom lip. “Was that your plan?”

“Maybe.” Ari gave you a quick peck then leaned back to turn off the water. “You do make it very hard to let you go.”

“Look at you being all sweet on me.” You squeaked when he lifted you again, scrunching up your face when he pressed kisses all over you and started to climb into the tub. “Gonna ruin your intangible sex god reputation.”

“Yeah, until you ask me to fuck you as loud as possible in the front seat again… shit!” Ari hissed and dropped you when the hot water hit the backs of his thighs, unable to stop himself from guffawing when you spluttered and splashed water everywhere, leaning forward and holding your face in his hands while you shook with mirth. “I’m so fucking sorry, I forgot that you scratched the shit out of me.”

“It’s okay, my ass was bruised already. Turn around.” You beamed at him when he did, rubbing your hands and warm water all over his thighs and ass and back while he slowly sank into the tub. “Big baby.”

“Shut up.” Ari was grinning when he turned back to you, pulling you into his lap and starting to lather up his hands while he pressed his cheek to your temple. “I’m taking care of you this weekend, remember?”

All you could do was hum in agreement when he started rubbing the body wash into your shoulders, slowly working his way down your arms one at a time as he murmured soft endearments against your skin. He was thorough, pushing you forward just enough to massage the lather over every inch of your back before pulling you against his chest again and raising your arms so he could clean your sides. The way you sighed as his thumbs softly grazed the swells of your breasts made him twitch, even though you grumbled when he moved on to soaping up your stomach without paying any attention to your nipples.

Ari didn’t bother touching you between your legs either, ignoring your small wiggle when he tucked a hand under your knee and pulled it above the water so he could get it clean. Even if you were frustrated, the stretch was amazing, whining at the way his thumbs dug into your calf before his touch slid up to your thigh. You arched your back and let your eyes flutter closed as he kept moving higher, your breathing growing deeper when his fingers rubbed into the crease of your hip for a few extra seconds then making you huff as he moved onto the other leg and left you hanging.

“Quit teasing.” You pouted when he kissed your cheek and chuckled, his palm rubbing your heel as he avoided your petulant gaze. “Ari…”

“Hush.” Ari let out a soothing rumble when he felt you ramping up to whine again, inching his caress further and further up your thigh and subtly rolling his hips so you could feel him getting hard. “Such a needy little thing. I told you I’d take care of you.”

You gasped when his hands glided up your body until he was cupping your breasts, melting into him as he kneaded your curves gently and nuzzled at your cheek. He made sure to enjoy every inch of your pretty tits, circling the soft slopes with his thumbs then dragging his fingers along the undersides of them to make them jiggle before he finally pinched your nipples. Ari loved the way you whimpered and panted while he played with you, pulling on them and rolling them between his fingers until they were raised and sensitive for him.

“Such a gorgeous girl.” Ari plucked at your nipples once more before squeezing your breasts again while he groaned in your ear, his cock twitching below the water while you rolled your body against his. “Should I clean you everywhere, lovely thing? Make sure that sweet pussy is nice and pretty and shiny before I make it messy again?”

“Yes.” You were breathless when he slid a hand below the water and his fingers found your clit, so close already from having him touch you everywhere that you were on the edge. “Please.”

“So polite.” The hand that wasn’t pressing into your swollen bundle of nerves was suddenly curled around your throat, tilting your head back so he could suck on your lips and swallow your soft noises. “If you want to be really clean, you’ve gotta push out that mess I fucked into you. Do it for me, c’mon gorgeous.”

The way he was circling your clit was abruptly overwhelming, your jaw dropping open in a silent cry while your body shook and your cunt clenched around nothing. You were vaguely aware of the pressure pushing Ari’s cum and your own release out of your pussy, breathing heavily and gazing into Ari’s eyes while he slotted his cock along the crease of your ass and ground it into you when he came at the same time.

“I feel like cumming in the bath water defeats the purpose.” You beamed when he chuckled at that before he kissed the tip of your nose, letting go of your throat so you could return your head to a normal position and rest on his shoulder.

“It’s fine, it sinks.” Ari pressed his lips to your temple and wound his arms around your waist. “Just can’t help myself with you, might be a little in love with you, sweetheart.”

[camels-pen]

Dietary Needs

Ectoberhaunt day 10 - Harvest & Hunger

Summary:

Clockwork calls Danny to their lair for breakfast and explains a little bit about ghost biology.

It doesn't go completely to plan.

warning: ghost hunger (no real depiction, just mentioned in a joke)

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“Cloooockwooooork,” Danny groaned as he pushed through the doors to the mirror room. “Why did you call me at seven in the morning? I have school in, like, an hour.” 

“I made you breakfast.” Spread out on the coffee table were trays of gingersnaps, snickerdoodles, shortbread, gingerbread, jelly sandwich, and chocolate chip cookies, all with little glowing green flecks inside them. The little blob ghost that frequented Clockwork’s lair—Blobbert as Danny so affectionately named him—was setting down a tray of differently shaped sugar cookies while wearing the little red bow tie Danny bought for him.

Danny scratched the blob’s head as he passed and Blobbert gave a small purr, nuzzling up into his hand for a few moments before floating out of the room. Danny pouted at the little guy leaving and looked back at the table as Clockwork set down another tray of shortbread cookies, these ones in the shape of blob ghosts with different coloured icing on top to make them look like Blobbert with his little red bow tie.

The cookies looked mouth wateringly good, but internally Danny sighed. He’d probably eat all eight trays and still be hungry later, thanks to his newfound and annoyingly constant hunger pains. 

He sat down on the couch next to Clockwork as they poured them both tea and started shoving cookies in his mouth. After eating silently for a while, he said, “Thanks Clockwork, but uh, what’s the occasion?”

“I wanted to make sure you ate until you were full as well as give you a short lesson on ghost biology.”

Danny slumped back against the couch. “Sorry, but I don’t think that first one’s gonna happen. Nowadays, I’m pretty much hungry all the time no matter how much I—” Danny paused. The constant pulsing pain and mournful noises his stomach had been making for what felt like weeks now were… gone.  “Holy shit, I’m not hungry anymore.”

Clockwork smiled. “To be more specific, your ghost half isn’t hungry anymore.”

“What?”

“Ghosts need to absorb a certain level of ectoplasm in order to stay healthy. It varies based on how frequently each ghost uses their powers and how strong they are.” Clockwork took a sip of tea. “Since you recently defeated the former ghost king and took his place, you’ve had quite a bit of a boost in strength. Your previous intake of ectoplasm wasn’t enough anymore. Thus,” Clockwork gestured to the cookies.

Danny blinked, coming back to the present. “If all I needed was food with ectoplasm in it, shouldn’t my parents’ cooking have been enough?”

“Well, to an extent it would help, however those meals are ectoplasm infected food, rather than ectoplasm rich food.” Clockwork hummed. “The closest comparison would be that ecto-infected food is more like junk food while ecto-rich food is like eating your vegetables. While you could live off of ecto-infected food alone, it would cause a myriad of mental and core health problems. For you, it would also affect your physical well-being and expected life span.”

Danny furrowed his brows, vaguely remembering a lesson about nutrition from health class. “If ecto-rich food is like healthy food, why did you make cookies? Wouldn’t that, like, cancel out or outweigh the health benefits?”

“With your unique biology, I’m not sure, but currently my only goal is to keep you well fed.” They added in a mumble, “I’m also not the best at making much else.”

Danny hummed. “How do you make ecto-rich food anyway?”

“Well, others may refine ambient ectoplasm into a purified liquid form, but I however prefer to use a more… direct source of enrichment.” They picked up a decorated shortbread cookie. “And blob ghosts make for excellent livestock.” They took a bite out of it.

Danny’s face drained of colour and he spat out the food in his mouth. Grief flooded his entire body as he looked at the trays of cookies. A wave of nausea tore through him and tears formed a lump in his throat. “Blobbert,” he whispered mournfully. He dragged his gaze up to Clockwork, pure rage starting to push back the grief as he yelled, “How could you?!”

He heard a questioning chirp to his left.

Danny snapped his head to the side and as soon as he noticed the little blob, he cuddled him to his chest. “Blobbert, thank the Ancients you’re okay,” he sobbed. The blob chirped again, but he just continued to hold him and sob.

Danny didn’t turn to see their face, but he heard the genuine remorse in Clockwork’s voice when they spoke. “I’m sorry, Daniel, it was a joke. I didn’t think you would react this way.”

He turned slightly and glared at them. “Why would you say that, if you knew I wouldn’t take it well?”

“Contrary to your belief, I don’t constantly look at possible futures. Sometimes, I simply want to exist in the present.” They moved closer to him and laid a hand on his cheek, rubbing it softly with their thumb. “That goes especially for time spent with you.”

Danny felt his cheeks and ears burn. He averted his eyes, but still leaned into the caring touch. A different kind of lump was building in his throat now.

“So if I asked you not to make jokes about Blobbert getting hurt or Ending, would you?” His parents wouldn’t—didn’t; they still make jokes about dying dogs and cats despite his pleas, saying he’d get over it eventually. Danny didn’t really expect Clockwork to say much different. 

“Of course, I would. And I will.” They held an arm out to Danny, but didn’t move any closer or attempt to touch him. Danny had to blink back tears. His parents never gave him the option to refuse physical affection, especially not when he was overwhelmed. 

Danny leaned into Clockwork’s side and they wrapped their arm and cloak around him. Blobbert nuzzled further into his chest and started to purr like a little motor engine.

“Thanks, Grandpa,” he said with a sniffle. Then, something Clockwork mentioned earlier gave him a realization, “Wait, am I the new ghost king?”