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S1; Episode ??: Touch

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

This was supposed to be the intro for First Time because I had some other plans for that episode, but it turned into something else entirely. Honestly, I think what makes this so enjoyable is the fact that I'm not obligated to chapter these, continuously write or connect the scenes, I can just post them however and carry on. It's a nice little info dump.

Word count: 457

Tags: pre established relationship, Ilkay and his troubles with physical touch

Ilkay used to be quite awkward when it came to intimacy.

It seemed ironic to him that, as a tactile person, he was much better with words than with physical touch. He didn't hate it, he actually enjoyed the shared warmth, he just didn't know how to initiate it. Not with people anyways, he was great at doing it with his cat.

There were always too many thoughts in his head.

Do I smell bad?

Am I too tense?

Am I too warm?

Are they comfortable?

Is this okay?

He was good at keeping it light and casual. A pat here, a slight back rub there, some hair ruffling, reaching out to steady someone or offer support. Things that were brief and superficial, no hugs or hand holding, linked arms or half hugs, nothing too close.

It was easier to receive the affection than it was to give it.

By the time he met Xavier, he was terrified of it.

Of the closeness, of wanting too much, being too physically affectionate. Of being held with such gentleness that he'd break without meaning to.

He reached a point where he couldn’t fully relax under a hug. He fixated on everything, their warmth, the points of contact, his own body warmth. It was too much and too little.

Xavier, unknowingly, made everything easier.

Extending a hand to help him stand after sparring sessions, when he was too sweaty and tired to think, adjusting his clothes without being asked, getting things out of his face or off his hair, steadying him when he needed help, carrying him when he was hurt.

Touch that started with a purpose later turned into “just because”.

Siting close during shared meals, gentle pokes that Ilkay would give back, the play fights that forced that body awareness into being used in a different way, unintentional naps (on Ilkay's part) where their heads ended on each other's shoulders.

Over time, Ilkay grew comfortable, knew to expect Xavier's affections and learnt how to reciprocate them. But he didn't realize just how comfortable he had grown until he picked Xavier up out of pure excitement.

A game won, a victory cheer, an impulsive decision that had no hesitation or second thoughts behind it.

Xavier had been flustered, surprised– rightfully so– but not entirely against it, and when Ilkay saw the way he had blushed and looked away, it was like a switch had been flipped.

Suddenly he found himself wanting more. To hold his hands, hug him for longer, wrap an arm around his shoulders or his waist. Pull him close until their breaths mingled and he could see nothing but him, smell nothing but him, feel nothing but him.

And that's when Ilkay knew he had fallen.

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S2; Episode ??: Influence

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

Idk, I forgot about this for a few days, remembered it existed, made a few edits, and now it's ready to be released into the wild.

Word count: 395

Tags: established relationship, suggestive

As sweet and good as Xavier is as a boyfriend, he's a horrible influence to Ilkay.

Ilkay isn't innocent, he won't pretend otherwise, he’s just as freaky as Xavier– if not a bit more– it's just that sometimes, he feels like a lamb that is really close to being devoured by a wolf that looks a lot like a bunny.

It all comes back to forgetting.

Can he be blamed when his boyfriend is so good at playing the part?

Being soft, gentle and soft spoken, patient and kind, playful and competitive, matching his strength when he pushes back, worrying so sweetly about his safety and health, so warm and welcoming that he forgets.

When he switches up the act so fast that it leaves Ilkay scrambling for steady ground?

The instant shift from doe to wolf, the way his clear blue sky eyes turn into a dark night sky littered with stars, the hardening of his features, the slight coldness in his voice that never fails to send chills up his spine.

The true embodiment of a night sky.

When he's still sweet even while he's being rough and whispering filth into his ear?

His hands stay gentle, even when pulling his hair, when gripping his hips like his life depends on it, even when he restrains his wrists. There's gentleness hidden behind the act, need, desire and so much love that melts Ilkay, turning him into clay for Xavier to mold as he desires.

And it's so hot to see the change too, to watch his eyes darken, see the shift in demeanor, hear the tone change in his voice, feel the change of pace, the shift in control.

Ilkay might be addicted, and he might be turning into a bit of a brat– he already was, he just needed a hand like Xavier's to bring it out of him– but, besides that, he has no complaints.

How would he when Xavier leaves him battered and bruised (in a good way– the best way, actually) after he pushes his buttons?

Pleasantly sore and tender in all the right places, with hickeys that back up the memories and make him want more… Yeah, no, he's totally addicted. To everything, the connection, Xavier's reactions, how it feels.

He's definitely gone for that man, absolutely spoiled for anyone else, and no one can bring him back.

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Pilot: Beginnings

[Gangsta]

Okay, here's the pilot episode, I got too excited to not post it even though I have an Ilvier episode queued for tomorrow.

Word count: 331

Tags: Murder, fake identities, nudity.

Emilia pretends to relax on the bed as the man over her kisses his way down her body.

She smiles, sultry and dangerous, a warning that he mistakes for desire. His head dips, lips kiss her mound over the lace of her underwear, her legs wrap around his head, pulling him in. When he moans after lapping at her through the fabric, that is the last sound he ever makes.

She sighs as his body slumps, pulling away to look over at him, “Tsk, such a lucky bastard.”

You ever had pussy so good it kills you?

She giggles to herself as she crouches, but she doesn't get to follow through with the rest of her scheme because the door clicks open.

Her whole mood sours at the sight of red eyes and white hair.

“Sylus.” She sighs as he walks into the room. It's been months of the same thing, of catching each other during missions, being hindered by the other, having to shift tactics.

“Kaden.” He answers back, with that same smug grin on his face, “Or should I call you ‘Emilia’?”

She smiles– fake, professional, and with a bit of sarcasm– as she straightens up, unashamed and uncaring about her state of undress, “Oh, look at you, so well informed.” She doesn't miss how Sylus's eyes sweep over her body as she moves to grab her dress. She makes no comment of it, merely smirks as she starts dressing back up, fixing her appearance in the mirror.

“You know, if you keep this up any longer,” Sylus's footsteps are quiet as he approaches her but she's not alert or surprised by his closeness. Through the mirror, she watches the slight tightness to his features as he quietly helps with the zipper, “I might start to think you’re in love with me. Or possibly obsessed.”

Unlike Sylus's hands, she doesn't linger, she moves away– her hair cascades over her back as she does– and leaves without uttering another word.

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Gangsta

Well… Just like with Ilvier we've got episodes for Kalus.

Contains: Sylus x Kaden (Kalus), sylus x oc, genderfluid oc, lots of love between, some murder and a bit of angst, definitely some smut and blood, but it's mostly just fluff.

I need a gangsta To love me better

Behind the scenes: And they...

Pilot: Beginnings

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S2; Episode ??: Slow Mornings

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

Had three Ilvier related dreams, this one was the shortest and fluffiest.

Word count: 218

Tags: established relationship, fluff, bit of nudity, just two sleepy boys.

Ilkay wakes up first.

He opens his eyes to find Xavier's naked back turned towards him. He stares for a few minutes– or maybe a few hours, he can't tell the time when his eyes keep closing against his will, lulled by warmth and comfort– watches as the shadows dance on his skin, as his ribs expand and shrink with each breath he takes. He envies the sunlight for touching him so confidently until he remembers he can do it too.

His first touch is hesitant, careful, he doesn't want to wake him up– a palm barely pressed to the center of his ribs, where he can feel his breathing, his warmth. Then he starts tracing the shadows, drawing shapes, following dips and curves, feeling muscles with a light and reverent touch.

Xavier wakes after his fingers graze a ticklish spot near his waist, mumbling something that makes Ilkay smile and move closer.

“Shh, go back to sleep.” He kisses his shoulder once, moves lower to kiss at his trapezius and further to kiss at his nape before nuzzling the skin there. He wraps his arms around his waist and tangles his legs with Xavier's, humming in contentment at the physical contact.

He falls back asleep like that, molded against Xavier's back, shaped by his warmth and softness.

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S2; Episode??: Safe Place

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

Another fluffy one coming in, boys (gn)!

Word count: 442

Tags: fluff, that's it

When Xavier stumbles into his apartment, he doesn't expect Ilkay to be waiting for him in it.

It's late, well past his usual bed time, yet he's there, sitting on his couch, reading one of his books.

Some part of him comes back alive when Ilkay turns towards him and smiles, when he scrambles to get up and greet him. It reenergizes him just enough to smile back and respond to his soft but very excited, “Bunny” with a tired but loving, “Kitty.”

He all but melts into his lovers hands when he reaches out to hold his face and pepper kisses all over it.

“You're back.” I missed you.

“I’m home.” I missed you too.

“Come on, let me prepare a bath for you, you look like you're sore in multiple places and exhausted.” And if Xavier could muster up the energy to kiss him senseless, he would, but he settles for letting Ilkay herd him into the bathroom.

Ilkay doesn't mind that Xavier is quiet, after all, he understands him perfectly as a hunter himself. Knows from experience how tiring it is to come back home after a grueling and long mission– even if he doesn't know all the details to Xavier’s missions– so reigning in his excitement and turning it into fuel for taking care of him isn't hard at all.

“Don’t fall asleep, baby.” Ilkay chuckles as he looks back at him, with a hand under the running water to make sure the temperature was right.

But, from his spot on the toilet, Xavier would argue that it's hard not to when Ilkay's voice is lowered in that caring way of his. Already deep and steady, his voice becomes softer, a gentle murmur that could put him to sleep if employed while reading a book.

Which speaking of, he makes a mental note to plan their next date with that new book he ordered, it's been a while since the last one.

He hums and stands to start taking off his clothes while Ilkay adds the oils and what not to the bath, turning to help him undress once he was done.

Ilkay ends up joining him in the bath after Xavier hums and pouts, giving him his best puppy eyes as he looked up at him. He didn't hide his pleased smile as he watched him undress, staring without a care.

“I could get used to this.” He whispers as he leans back into Ilkay, relaxing into his hold and holding his hands under water. It's then that the tension in his shoulders drops, that he finally allows himself to breathe, knowing that Ilkay will be there.

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Behind The Scenes: The Cast

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

I was thinking about Ilkay and the rest of the lads li's, so now we got this whole thing.

Emma (mc)

Coworkers > friends (neighbors)

They were supposed to be lost siblings, but logistics and the game's story timeline forced me to drop that connection, so now they're just friends who act a lot like siblings. They share the trauma of losing the people they love (Caleb & Grandma for Emma, his mother & younger sister for Ilkay) so they've bonded a lot over that. Ilkay was the one Emma went to for advice on how to cope with the whole ordeal.

Xavier

Distant coworkers > sparing partners > friends > lovers (also neighbors)

Ilkay approached Xavier with the intention to spar after seeing him work his magic with the sword a couple of times. The relationship evolved from there. (I wanna save the info for an episode because I have it written out)

Rafayel

Unintentional therapist/reluctant friends (but not really reluctant)

Do not ask me how they meet, I don't know that, I just know that these two hangout from time to time. Rafayel sometimes vents to him, and Ilkay doesn't do much besides making questions and listening, he only gives Rafayel advice when asked for it. Beyond their love for seafood, they share a lot of deep conversations about pain and all that good stuff that usually happens at night but for them happens in the afternoon. (I could do a Rafayel episode, I have an idea on how that could go)

PS. I think that if I hadn't shipped Ilkay with Xavier, the next pairing would've been him and Rafayel. Idk, something about the sea and the moon together.

Zayne

Emma's doctor

He knows of him through Emma, he's seen them chat and hangout a couple of times on their visits to the hospital. Doesn't think much of him because he doesn't know anything, but makes the effort of extending some of his invitations towards him whenever he hears that Emma is with him.

Sylus

Emma's boyfriend.

He's the only one that knows that "Skye" isn't just a fruit vendor and he keeps quiet about it. He didn't trust him at the beginning because of what Emma told him, but he learnt to let go of the distrust since he was clearly working towards righting his wrongs in their relationship. Doesn't judge him because Ilkay used to live in the N109 zone and it would be hypocritical of him to do so. (Will also be disclosed in an episode)

Caleb

Emma's brother.

As far as he knows, he's dead. He hasn't met him beyond the few pictures Emma showed him or the few stories Emma shared with him.

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S2; Episode ??: First Time

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

I don't really have words for this, my babies are just too cute.

Word count: 541

Tags: Established relationship, first time, crying, lots of feelings, very sweet n fluffy with barely any angst, pinning (again), sex but it's not explicit

It's finally happening.

He's in bed, under Xavier, with their clothes discarded haphazardly over the room as they kiss.

Ilkay is so full of emotions he doesn't know what to do with himself. To be under the man he loves, feeling his affection through his caresses and kisses, being touched so reverently and gently. He's wanted this for so long, long before he even met Xavier and his fantasies became specific. Now that he gets to have what he once thought was too far out of his reach, he's in disbelief, emotional and excited as chills dance like waves over his body.

He covers his face with his arm, whining into the crook of his elbow as he arches into Xavier's mouth.

The older man tsks and moves the arm away, pining it beside him, “Don't hide, I want to see you.”

He tries, he really tries to listen, but his face feels hot, and he's embarrassed and shy. He uses his free hand to cover his cheeks, only for Xavier to grab his wrists and pin them to the bed. The playfulness in his features is soon left behind as he takes in Ilkay's state.

“Baby, what's wrong?” He dries the lonesome tear that feel out of the corner of his eye, “Do you want to stop?”

He shakes his head, nuzzles into Xavier's palm before laughing– a little embarrassed and wet sound that makes him feel pathetic when he sniffs.

“No, no, I just–” He bites his lip and looks away, anywhere but at Xavier's eyes; his chest, his neck, shoulders. Never does it cross his mind to test the grip, because as much as he wants to hide, he wants Xavier to see. It thrills him, to be the one Xavier looks at with so much desire and focus, to see the lust in his eyes and be on the receiving end of his affections.

It's overwhelming in the best way.

“I got overwhelmed– the good kind, I promise– I– I don't want to stop, it’s just– you know.”

“What do I know, baby?” Xavier tilts his head, frees his wrists and leans on an elbow as he settles beside him.

He whines, he doesn't want to say it out loud, but he already knows that being stubborn won't get him anywhere with Xavier.

“I've wanted this for so long, it feels a little,” he pauses, looks for the right word, “unreal.” And then he adds, “Like I'll wake up and it'll be just another incredibly realistic dream that I’ll end up writing down on my notebook.”

But he knows it's not a dream when Xavier kisses his forehead so gently. When he can feel his warmth so clearly, when the warmth never fades, when Xavier doesn't disappear each time he closes his eyes.

He definitely knows it wasn't a dream when he wakes up sore the next morning, when he shifts and Xavier is still in bed with him, softly snoring beside him.

He remembers everything with a soft smile, the praise, his gentle touch, the reassurance, the love. He nuzzles further into Xavier, curling up into him as he sought out his warmth, and falls back asleep happy, with a chest full of love and gratitude.

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S2; Episode ??: Teasing

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

I think this one is somewhere in the middle of recently established relationship and pre-established relationship, idk, they didn't want to tell me.

Word count: 679

Tags: teasing, pinning, bit of blue balling, cussing.

See, Ilkay already knew Xavier was capable of many things, he just didn't know the extent of it.

It's easy to relax when Xavier's around, to banter and tease, poke at the proverbial bear without fearing it's claws because… well, it's Xavier. It's easy for Ilkay to forget he gets a lot of leeway with things other people wouldn't.

He's seen– and heard– Xavier sass people into the sun. He's seen him whoop ass without breaking a sweat– has gotten his own ass handed back to him during many sparring sessions. He knows Xavier isn't an innocent baby, that he's a fully grown man who seems to carry more than just the world on his shoulders.

Still, he forgets.

When Xavier smiles at him or laughs at his jokes. When he's playfull and does silly things, like funny voices or imitating noises. When he's quiet, reading a book or tending to his plants. When he kisses him, oh, so gently. When he whispers about the stars and the constellations while they cuddle. When he talks to Tichi like it's just another person with him.

Ilkay forgets that Xavier comes with many hidden sides…

Until Xavier decides to remind him.

A teasing remark that has Ilkay hesitating for a second or two because it sounds like an innuendo and Xavier just said it with the casualty of someone talking about the weather. (He has lost counts of how many times he held back from saying “Hello??” like someone who swore they heard a voice but fear the might be crazy. Or the times where he choked on his drink, or broke into shocked laughter because it was just so sudden.)

Moments where Xavier was bold and had him turned into a flustered mess because he wasn't expecting that at all while he was pushing his buttons. The hardest to come back from, in his opinion, because he'll remember them during odd hours and he'll have to fan himself to try and calm down.

The most recent example he could think of is happening right now:

He's under Xavier, wrists pinned above his head, and he thinks he shouldn't be as turned on as he is right now.

Xavier has been nothing but gentle with how he handles Ilkay, patient with his feelings, with how their relationship progresses, the steps they take.

This is the first instance where he isn't, not because he's being forceful– although Ilkay wouldn't mind if Xavier picked the reigns and decided to be a little bit more assertive from time to time– but because they were playing. Harmless teasing and tussling as they played video games.

Ilkay had taken it too far when he decided to hinder Xavier, and now he's being immobilized against the couch while the videogame carried on like nothing.

He should fight, get Xavier off of him, but he doesn't want to. Xavier looks good while towering over him, his blue sky eyes now look like the deepest parts of the sea, and he can't help but be enchanted by it– by him.

They stay like that for a while, long enough that both of them die in the game, long enough that Xavier softens a little as he looks into Ilkay's eyes.

“I thought your eyes were blue.” Xavier whispers, a hand caressing his cheek. It takes a few seconds for his brain to reconnect and understand what he's talking about.

He moves his head so minutely that it couldn't even be considered a shake, “They're grey, they look blue depending on the light and the angle."

And then Xavier looks at his lips when he licks them, and the distance becomes smaller. He forgets that his face feels prickly, warm– warmer than it should be– forgets about the game, about his cat, about where he is and what led them there. He zeroes in on Xavier's lips. When he closes his eyes because Xavier’s lips are literally a breath away, Xavier pulls back and lets go.

Ilkay opens his eyes to find Xavier grinning at him.

Oh, that little shit.

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More on Somewhere in Between

This is just me talking about what I know from the dream cause it's been festering in my brain.

Naturally, the setting is inspired on Avatar and its fauna and flora, but it deviates on the humanoids themselves. The two deviations are the language; they communicate with clicking sounds and they have four arms. Skin color, stature and other things are still the same.

Reader is like... 9 feet/10 feet tall, so yeah, the guys are smoll next to them.

The reason reader knows as much as they do about humans is because there used to be researchers who would interact with the tribe they were from.

Idk what happened that they stopped visiting and reader became a wandering loner, but yeah, reader ends up just not being with their tribe anymore. ((It's the whole reason for "not normal by your people's standards") maybe reader was one of the original human-moved-into-an-avatar's-body, who knows? I don't)

One of the researchers had a daughter who reader would play with and carry around once they started outgrowing her, that daughter later turned into who Sylus is at the time they met again.

Yes, Sylus is trans, he got top surgery and a hysterectomy. Reader doesn't recognize him until some time later and they're very happy and welcoming of him.

Zayne is a doctor, just a normal doctor that Sylus decides to drag along because he's a doctor and avatars are humanoid. Sylus does not care about the difference, it's his way of dragging Zayne into taking a break and spending time with him (Originally he dragged Xavier but I couldn't find a reason for him to be there so I changed it so he brought Zayne instead)

The moment Zayne meets reader he's calm on the outside but screaming on the inside because it's the first avatar he's met and he's thirsting for knowledge.

It was supposed to be just Sylus and Zayne, but Caleb caught them on the way out and invited himself into the impromptu expedition because he's a little shit and likes being annoying.

Caleb is a Colonel, of course, he's on the aviation area, he teams up a lot with Xavier (research expeditions) and Sylus (task force? Idk, idk about those things) for missions because both of them are leaders in their respective areas.

Raffie, I don't know what he'd be. He could be human, he could be a reef avatar, could be anything. Communications, probably? He's part of the people who interact with tribes and teach them the human language? Part of the people who help train the newbies when they try their avatar for the first time? Idk. It'd be funny if he was an avatar too and he argued with reader from time to time because reader hates being deep underwater and he hates being up high in the trees. (Could be another original human-moved-into-an-avatar's-body like reader, idk idk)

Idk, ask me questions (asks, reblogs or comments) so I can add more info here.

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Somewhere in Between

Okay, okay, so: y'all know that scene in Avatar where Neytiri finds Jake right as he's dying from lack of oxygen and saves him? That has nothing to do with this but do imagine the whole world from the movies. I dreamt about this (although a lot less detailed) and I would've talked about it on my main, but decided to just write the dream and post it as it was. I finished this yesterday and ended up posting it today cause I struggled with finding a song to title this after.

Word count: 971

Tags: gn!reader, non-human reader, could be mc or not, animal death, mentions of blood, avatar like au, the boys still have their evols during this.

This part of the forest is quiet, but not serene.

If you were... normal, you would've taken that for the warning it was and stayed away. But you're not, not by your people's standards, so you don't. That doesn't mean you're not careful and alert with your approach. You keep low, stay quiet, slow down your breathing as you move through the trees and follow the sound of bestial growling and loud popping noises.

At the center of it, you find a small, pale creature– a human, whispers a voice in your head, filled with the same curiosity your sister used to have– fiercely fighting a black beast. It's fast, the fastest you've ever seen so far, moving in a flurry of red and black as it trades blows with the beast.

As great as it is, its fighting a losing battle. Guns are useless against this particular predator, and humans hands aren't equipped with claws long enough to dig into its flesh. You watch as the human takes a particularly harsh blow, slamming into a nearby tree. They slump down with a groan, using an arm to protect their abdomen. A pointless with the way the beast approaches.

You lounge at the same time the beast does. It happens fast, but it feels slow. How your legs wrap around its body, your teeth biting down on the beast's neck, the crunch of bone breaking as you kill it. You clean your face with one hand and close your eyes, whispering a small prayer to the heavens before rising to stand.

The human is still slumped against the tree, breathing heavily as it stares at you. You approach it slowly, keep yourself low as you sniff the air around it. He doesn't have much time left with those injuries.

You kneel in front of it once you're close enough, watch as it tries to keep its red eyes open. Its hair is short, a glaring strike of white, you briefly wonder if it's as unnatural for humans as it is for your people.

It looks much smaller up close, almost the size of a teenager in your kind; it won't be heavy to carry back. You don't hesitate to pick it up, carefully and gently, so you don't aggravate its injuries. Your left arms keep it safe and secure against your body while your right arms and tail work together to drag the carcass of the beast behind you.

Human packs are noisier than forest creatures, so it doesn't take long for you to find their base. You're quiet and careful as you set the human down, as you sweep its hair away from its face.

You catch a faint, "thank you" as you turn to leave and you smile before whispering back, "You're welcome."

You hide amidst the tree line before calling for help, and stay long enough to watch as other humans approach and instantly start taking care of everything. You leave once you see it get carried away inside some sort of vehicle.

You catch the sound of human voices amidst the creak of branches and swishing leaves.

They're low, but they're doing a poor job of being quiet. You go down a few branches, keeping half a mind to stay hidden as you observe the ground below.

They shouldn't be this deep into the forest. You went through the trouble of scouting the area around their base and then leaving markings as you got further away so other moving tribes knew what areas to avoid. It's not that far away from the area you first met him in, but it's still far enough that it would take them a day or two of travel.

You catch a shock of white hair and hold your breath. Is it the same human? Why is it this far deep? Followed by the white, blur of black and brown follow close behind.

"Sylus, this forest is massive! Not even our men have made it this far, how are we supposed to find a creature like that in this place?"

Creature? There's no creatures here. You slow down your movements as you keep climbing down the tree, paying more attention to their conversation.

"Besides, what if it's long gone by now? It could've moved," the deep voice pauses before adding with a kinder tone, "or died."

"No, it's here somewhere, I know it." That voice you recognize. It had been softer the first time you heard it, strained as the human whispered its gratitude.

Oh, wait, do they mean you? You land quietly and peek over the tree. He's already staring at you.

"Sylus, did you repurpose our trackers again? How many times–”

“You're here.” The human– Sylus, says, uncaring that one of the others was speaking.

The two humans behind him stay stock still as you reveal yourself and approach carefully, but Sylus doesn't. He approaches you confidently, much to their horror, and waits patiently as you sniff the air around him. He smells much healthier now, not a hint of blood, pain or a possible disease. He doesn't look as small as last time either, but you guess that's because he's standing instead of sitting.

Your excited clicks echo through the woods as you pick him up and hug him. You hold him on your hip as you gently hold his face with one of your hands– gods, humans are so small and adorable– holding your forehead to his and nuzzling him gently. He huffs when you ruffle his hair after putting him back down, and smiles back at you when you kneel to stay at his eye level.

"You're back." Your english comes out a little rusty as you speak it, heavily accented. It's been years since the last time you used it to communicate.

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S2; Episode??: Jealous

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

We got Ilkay's side when he's possessive, now we're getting his side when Xavier is jealous.

Word count: 817

Tags: Jealousy, mature but not explicit (didn't go into detail), established relationship.

“I like your necklace.”

The voice is sudden, it distracts him from his little staring into space moment. He turns to find a brunette looking at him with a soft smile.

Ilkay smiles as he meets her eyes, “Thanks!” He straightens up, uncrossing his arms to play with the north star hanging at the center of the lowest layer of chains, “My boyfriend bought it for me.”

Her smile falters before it goes back up. Tighter this time, fake. “O-oh, that's nice!” He doesn't notice the shift, too busy looking at said boyfriend as he approaches them.

“I know, right? He's the cutest thing.” He doesn't realize he's crushing her hopes and dreams when he smiles softly, the usual way someone does when they're in love.

“Well, I gotta go. Have a nice day!”

“You too!” He calls out after her, a quick glance thrown at her retreating back. He tilts his head as Xavier stops in front of him. He doesn't need words to know how the other man's feeling, that scowl on his pretty face is more than enough.

“Who was that?”

He tries not to chuckle as he pulls him closer and kisses his cheek.

“I don't know, baby, didn't catch her name.” He kisses the same spot again before holding his face between his palms and gently squishing his cheeks, “Wanna know what we were talking about?”

Xavier doesn't answer, but he does wrap an arm around his waist, so he takes that as a yes.

“She complimented my necklace.” He grins as Xavier's eyes shot to the layered chain necklace with multiple star charms on it, “I told her my boyfriend bought it for me,” he pecked his lips once, “told her you were the cutest thing ever,” another peck, “and then you started walking over and she left.” He pulls away to see Xavier's face. The frown is gone, but only by a little, there's still a shadow of jealousy in his eyes.

“And now I'm here, trying to remind you you're the only one that I want like this.” He kisses Xavier's nose before grabbing the bag of food from his hand and pulling him along, “Come on, let's go home. Looks like my work isn't done yet.”

When they get home, Ilkay doesn't tease.

He's the one that pulls Xavier close, he encourages him into leaving marks on his neck, into being greedy, into taking what he wants.

Everything is done haphazardly; shoes taken off between kisses, the bag is left forgotten at the table in the entrance, along with the vague hope that the cat doesn't steal some food while unsupervised.

He doesn't remember much of their way to the room. He remembers the door being locked after they entered the room– no cats allowed, Ilkay will be damned if his son walks in while they're having fun–, the whispers– “I'm yours, baby, all yours.” “I only want you, just Xavier.”– crawling backwards into the bed and being pressed into it.

Ilkay doesn't get to think much when Xavier is kissing him like he wants to own the air he breathes. He doesn't really try to anyways, he's slightly addicted to these moments where Xavier acts like he wants to leave a mark so profound no one else will approach him.

Now, this is not to say that Ilkay likes it when Xavier gets jealous or that he purposefully seeks out ways to make him jealous– he might look adorable while sulking, but he hates seeing that storm cloud that makes his silences charged– he doesn’t, he avoids it as much as possible. But he doesn’t hate it when it does happen either.

He understands it's a part of him, something he knows will happen again and again. Like the rise of the moon, the movement of the waves, the passing of seasons. He understands that Xavier will need the reassurance in the same way he does, because neither of them is perfect and invincible.

It's slightly frustrating, but it has a solution, even if it only lasts for a little while.

That's why he calls his name, again and again, like it's the only word he knows. It's why he pleads for marks, begs for his touch and let's him manhandle him into whatever position he wants. Why he praises him more than he usually does, why he follows along with his commands.

It's why he doesn't deny that he likes it; the possessiveness in his hold, the filthy things Xavier whispers in his ear, the sharpnes of his thrusts.

In the same way Ilkay asks to be held on his worst days, that is Xavier's way of seeking out reassurance. And he wouldn't have it any other way, because it's Xavier and he loves him– the good, bad and ugly included.

It just so happens that his jealousy is a mixed bag of good and bad.

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S2; Episode ??: Possessive

[A Little Place Called The Moon]

*slurps fruit punch noisily* Uhm, so, welcome to this mess. Hope you enjoy?

Word count: 723

Tags: Established relationship, talks of jealousy, focus on Ilkay's possessiveness and how it works, teasing; marks and bites, suggestive language.

When he gets out, someone is talking to Xavier.

A woman, dark haired, with pink star sunglasses perched atop her head. Ilkay doesn't feel jealousy, not like Xavier does. He doesn't mind that Xavier's back is towards him and thus his attention is also away from him, or that her glances and smiles are so charged he can catch them from where he stands.

Honestly, he doesn't even feel jealousy at all, he understands her. Xavier is cute on a normal day, adorable simply by existing and hot as hell when he's explaining things he clearly knows about. He knows his boyfriend is attractive, and he's proud of that. He wants to show him off all the time ‘cause look at that cutie-patootie.

No, what he feels is possessiveness. It’s ugly and petty, mocking and sharp. It makes him want to laugh.

It flares when she smiles at him, when she laughs a little too loudly, when she leans towards him in ways that couldn't be misconstrued because she's being subtle by doing it when she laughs.

Cute, he can't help but think, it's adorable that you think you have a chance.

He sighs quietly, wills the mean thoughts away and calmly approaches them like he doesn't want to make out with him on the spot and laugh in her face. He doesn't announce his presence, doesn't make a scene, simply smiles politely at her– no, it's not a knowing, shit eating grin, he's totally not showing off what he can do but she can't– and props his chin on Xavier's shoulder while wrapping his arms around his waist.

The older man doesn't flinch, or pull away, he melts into the hold and leaves a hand over his, “You ready to go, baby?” And just like that, the irritation flaring under his skin goes away when Xavier kisses his cheek. His next smile is more genuine, a little bit flustered as he nods and nuzzles his shoulder.

Ilkay doesn't pay attention as Xavier says goodbye to the girl, he tunes most of it out, only popping in to wave goodbye half-heartedly before they start heading home.

“What?” He asks once they're inside and Xavier has stared at him for longer than he usually does without speaking.

“You were jealous.”

“Possessive.” He corrects, unashamed, unperturbed. He doesn’t stop as he changes his shoes for slippers, “There's a difference.”

“Is there?”

Ilkay squints at Xavier’s back. He knows what Xavier is doing, knows what that smile thrown over his shoulder means, still he decides to bite.

“You don't like it when I so much as breathe in the direction of someone else.” He follows Xavier into the kitchen, leans against the doorway as he watches the other man move in his space, “Regardless of if they're trying to flirt with me or not.” He adds before Xavier can retort. He grins when Xavier side-eyes him.

“I, however, don't mind it when people stare at you and give you compliments; I have a pretty boyfriend, can I really blame them for admiring his beauty?” He corners Xavier against the kitchen counter, looks down at his hoodie and pretends to dust it off before smoothing the fabric down. A hand slips under it, cold meeting warmth as Ilkay holds onto his hip.

“You don't like it when someone else has my attention, my admiration, my praise. That is jealousy." His voice is low as he speaks, as he leans closer into Xavier's personal space and nuzzles his neck. “I like shoving in their faces that only I get to do what they want to do, what they hope and fantasize about.” He kisses the column of his neck, all the way up to his pulse point. He bites and sucks a mark into that same spot, his body completely pressed to Xavier's.

“That only I know what your lips taste like, how you look when you're lost in pleasure, how you sound.” His lips graze his jaw as he pulls away just enough to look at him.

He smiles when he sees the desire in Xavier's eyes, uses his free hand to caress his cheek, “Only I get to tease you like this, because you're mine. That is possessive.” and he pulls away, turning towards the fridge like the last few seconds never happened, “See the difference?”

[sometimeslwish]

A Little Place Called The Moon

Uuuh..... So I might've started writing for my oc, which is great, cause it got me to finish something, ya know? But now I'm riddled with scenes between them, so, I'm gonna be posting them separately and randomly, just because. These "episodes" will be rearranged as I write more and more scenes, that way there's a bit of a chronological order to them.

Contains: Xavier x Ilkay (Ilvier), xavier x oc, male oc, boys in love, maybe a bit of angst, definitely some smut, but it's mostly just fluff.

This is a compilation of stories of two pretty boys being in love.

Like a dream about to bloom We are going to the moon

Unfinished script: Hijo De La Luna

Behind the scenes: And they....

Behind the scenes: The Cast

Season 1

Episode ??: Family

Episode ??: Touch

Season 2

Episode ??: Teasing

Episode ??: First Time

Episode ??: Safe Place

Episode ??: Slow Mornings

Episode ??: Influence

Episode ??: Jealous

Episode ??: Possessive

Special Episodes

Episode ??: Girlfriend?!

(Currently being written)

1: Bunny

2: Cat

3: Cat & Bunny

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Dizzy

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This got me right in the middle of writing Sleeping Naked cause I made the mistake of playing Dizzy by MISSIO *sigh* best mistake I made, apparently, cause now we got this. Hope you guys enjoy! ^-^

Word count: 1867

Pet names: rafayel; cutie, baby | you; pretty boy, baby

Tags: Rafayel x amab!reader (WOHOOOO), non-mc reader, set in the Tomorrow's Catch 22 setting, porn without plot, praedator!rafayel, bit of an ooc Raf (sorry not sorry), praedator!reader, kissing, making out, club mention, alcohol mention, gay sex, rough sex, both of them are horny as hell, public sex? Fucking at the back of a dark alleyway, blowjobs, vocal Raffie, anal fingering, butt sex (duh), creampie (wrap it before ya tap it)

I can't help myself

Your taste is so seductive

You pull him closer.

More like yank him towards you, a hand on the back of his head, and kiss him like you want to devour him.

He grins against your lips, the cheeky bastard, and kisses back with the same urgency. You stop dancing in the middle of the dance floor, as it naturally happens when you're making out with someone like your life depends on it.

His arms pull you under, closer, wrapping around your shoulders. The way you make out is messy, all teeth and tongue as neither of you bother holding back, uncaring of the public around you.

It's still not enough.

So you pull away, grab his wrist and pull him towards the back entrance of the club. You don't see his pleased grin, the way he licks his lips, chasing your taste on them, the look of pure unfiltered desire he gives you. But some part of you knows he's grinning and staring.

You finally make it out, and you instantly shove him into a wall, back to making out with him. You push a leg between his, grab at his waist, and grind your cock against his. Your reward is his unabashed moan, his hands pulling at your hair and his chest pressing against yours.

He clings to your shoulders as you kiss down his neck. You don't care about keeping everything hidden, you color his skin with hickeys and bite marks on your descent– into more than madness, into him, into your emotions– bite at the muscle and soothe the sting with your tongue. He doesn't care either, you can tell he's not against it with the way he pulls you even closer, with the way his moans get louder and his hips grind faster against yours.

You're two wild beasts powered by desire, unashamed and uncaring of anything else but the other.

“Fuck, cutie,” He gasps as he looks down, smirking at the sight of you on your knees for him. You pull down his pants and spit at your hand before pumping his cock, “So fuck-ing needy for me, aren't you?” His head falls back, mouth falling open.

“Fuck you.” You growl.

It's his fault you're like this, with his stupid fucking singing in your ear while you danced, and his stupid wandering touches, and his stupid pretty face grinning because he knew what he was fucking doing.

You wanted fun, booze and loud music. He had given it to you, let you drag him to the club and pull him into the dance floor. You didn't stop to think that his definition of fun would entail teasing you and making you dizzy with lust.

“You're doing it right now,” he laughs, delirious with pleasure and desire, and god, does it curl low in your gut and make everything worse. You ignore him and lick at the slit before sucking lightly, moaning at the taste of his precum.

You hear him curse up a storm above you, feel his hand at the top of your head as you start bobbing your head and blowing him in earnest. You don't allow him reprieve, this is your revenge; to have him gasping and begging like he had puppeteered you on the dance floor.

It's exactly what he wanted and you don't care that you've fallen into the trap.

You push his hips back against the wall, don't allow him any freedom of movement as you take him to the back of your throat over, and over, and over again. All he's allowed to do is hold onto you.

“Shit, baby, slow down.” He doesn't bother to quiet down his moans and whines, doesn't care that they echo down the alley and into the street, doesn't care about being caught. Only about your mouth on him.

He doesn't know whether to pull away from the onslaught or move into it, brain fried under the constant overwhelming pleasure.

“Feels so good,” He gasps, breathless, with fingers tangled in your hair, unable to do anything else but take what you give.

“Cutie, cutie, cutie–” you ignore the desperation in his voice, moan when he pulls your hair and push him farther into your throat as he squirms. You look up to see his abs twitch as he tries desperately to hold back– “You're gonna make me– fuck!”

His hips twitch as he comes down your throat, hands holding your shoulders in a bruising grip. You can't wait for the soreness you're gonna feel tomorrow, you're already enjoying the ache in your jaw. You swallow every drop, pull away slowly so not a drop goes to waste, and lick his cock clean as he tries to catch his breath.

“Holy–” he gasps as you get up– “fuck.” He pulls you in for a kiss, moaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. This kiss is a little more gentle than the last few, less teeth and bites, but it's still rough. The need to devour is still there; the fire is far from being extinguished.

“You said it felt good,” your voice is rough, so you clear your throat before continuing, it only gets rid of the rasp in your throat, not the one from your lust, “I could make it even better.” You offer in a whisper.

And Rafayel was still reeling from the orgasm, so when he felt your tongue on his neck, your fingers near his entrance and your still hard cock pressed to his hip, all he did was say, “Please.” as he clung to your shoulders.

And he had sounded, oh, so fucking wrecked you almost came right then and there.

Instead, you searched for the lube packet you knew was in your pockets and turned him around before pulling his pants down and circling his entrance with your now lubed fingers.

The first one goes in slowly, carefully, and you can't help grinding against his ass as the warmth envelops your finger. He whimpers at the stretch, and as much as you'd like to be rough, you hold back to prep him appropriately. You nuzzle his nape and kiss up his neck before gently tugging at one of the piercings in his ear with your teeth. It's not long before he's begging for a second one, before he's pushing his hips back into your hand, and now it's your time to tease.

“Who's the needy one now, huh, pretty boy?” your grin is just as devilish as his was. His response comes in a moan, because you make sure to press his prostate right as he opens his mouth to talk.

Whatever biting remark was about to leave his lips is exchanged for a string of ‘right there, right there’s that get breathier the more you listen to him and press circles into his prostate. You giggle, bite his shoulder and start fucking him earnestly as you swipe your tongue over the teeth marks.

“So cute like this,” you snake your free arm over his chest, play with his nipples, pull and twist them between your fingers and watch how his face contorts from the pleasure. You hang onto every gasp, every whimper, every moan– especially the ones with your name in them– every mumbled word, until neither of you can wait anymore.

You multitask, continue fucking him with your fingers as you free your cock and use the second packet to lube up your cock. And all that Rafayel knows is that one second, he was standing with his chest pressed to the wall, begging for you to put it in, and the next you had turned him around and picked him up by his thighs.

He'd been a little slow on the uptick, only knowing to cling to your shoulders and wrap his legs around your waist, but everything had clicked into place once the tip of your cock had breached his entrance.

You didn't even allow him time to complain about the emptiness your fingers had left behind before you slid home in one swift and gravity-aided thrust. Your moans harmonize, although yours is a little muffled by his neck, his echoes its way down the alleyway.

“You're gonna get us caught if you keep that up.”

“Don't care,” his nails scratch at your scalp as he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls. You don't fight back the groan it rips from you, simply peer up at him with a wicked grin that's all teeth and smug pleasure, “just, please, fuck me already.”

You chuckle at his pout, a little delirious and dizzy with lust, drunk on the feeling of his walls wrapped tightly around your cock. It's so warm that it's making you crazy.

You groan on the first thrust, “So fucking tight.” You readjust to hook his knees over your arms to hold open. The angle allows for your cock to go deeper, and– based on his whimper and the dull thunk of his head hitting the wall– for you to hit his prostate perfectly.

It's not long before the slow pace you had started with gets completely left behind the more you get lost in each other.

The way you fuck him has him whimpering and moaning into your mouth, “So deep, feels so good.” The harsh grip of your fingers on his ass, the way you moved him while rearranging his insides; he felt like a ragdoll. A toy, even, small and for you to use.

“Don't stop,” He whines and scratches at your back. You keep digging your way into his insides like you want him to memorize your cock and he can barely keep his eyes open.

Not like you want to anyways; he's addicting, singing so beautifully for you and making all those pretty expressions. The thrill of being caught only fuels you into fucking him harder, into figuring how much louder he could get.

“Close, ‘m so close, please,” he sobs, clinging to you harder, clenching around you like a vice. You bite at his pulse point before soothing the sting with your tongue, groaning into his skin.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” You rasp out, “Let me see your pretty face when you cum.”

You watch, mesmerized, as he pumps himself, biting your lip as the way he clenches around you becomes rhythmic. He comes with a silent yell, mouth open and head thrown back. You follow along a few thrusts after, moaning into his shoulder as you thrusted as deep as you could.

Had it not been for the sounds of your breathing as both of you caught your breaths, the silence would've been deafening.

“Fuck.”

You chuckled at Rafayel's whisper. Fuck indeed.

“You okay?” You lifted your head up, searching for any discomfort in his features. You found none, only the afterglow that came with an orgasm.

He didn't answer beyond a hum and a scratch to the back of your head.

You pulled out a few minutes after, hissing softly and watching the cum ooze out. You helped him to his feet carefully, fixed his clothes and pulled him in for the softest kiss you've ever shared before making your way home.

Suffice to say, the night didn't end there.

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