#I think I used to think Pump was behind him somewhere like outside of the illusion

[inkandpaintleopard]

Other illusion things I thought were neat:

One of Bob's (various) wounds are the bullets from John and Jack, and he's got a cyan eye too

Ross is the only one mauled to have both eyes constantly visible: even Lila only has one, which idk I think it's interesting

Though speaking of eyes!

Smth I didn't notice at first is that Frank's pupils actually blink in and out

And while I know they're all supposed to be looking at him to further the mind break, combined with his expression it looks like Frank is genuinely concerned for Skid, which. Is something?? Especially given it's his van with the "WAKE UP" license plate

Anyways

The entire right half of Roy's face is ripped off, and you can even see a little crack near the eye socket to go with HBC Roy's scar

And Kevin has just been completely wrecked. Honestly on brand given his track record in SM itself lmao

Also smth I thought was silly is that the normal Kevin looks almost exactly like his reference pose

Ooh that cool actually! Cause like, he actually did get horribly maimed in the past (AND CULT STUFF IS CANON I’M CALLING IT)

Dang Ross still has one ENTIRE eye. I want that to mean something but idk what it would mean but I want it to mean something

oh my god… (I don’t even know how to formulate thoughts about this; just… Frank…)

Ooo I didn’t see that before- to me that implies his injury was either exaggerated for the purpose of scaring Skid, or what ever scarred him actually DID cut all the way down to his skull

That Kevin is terrifying but I audibly laughed when I saw his normal version. Poor guy

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Is That What You Want?

Summary: After a few drinks and a day full of teasing, Sebastian gives MC exactly what she wants.

Pairing: Sebastian x f!MC

Warnings: 18+, public sex, Sebastians breeding kink is coming to light y'all, once again overuse of the pet name Princess...I used it eleven times in this one🤦‍♀️

Word count: 1296

A/N: Once again thanking the lovely @pugsnotdrugs92 for this wonderful madness!

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Sebastian sighed as MC rested her head against him, the Butterbeers starting to get to her, four empty mugs sitting in front of them, a half full one in her hand. The sigh quickly turned into a moan as she slid her free hand up his thigh, seeking out his cock. 

She’s insatiable today. 

They’d fucked twice already today, first skipping breakfast when he found her waiting for him outside the Slytherin dungeons, practically shoving him back through the door to the common room, then again this afternoon while they studied in the library, when she leaned over whispering “restricted section, now” before pulling him down into the deserted depths by his tie. Still, here she was begging for more.

“I think it’s time to get you home, Princess.” Throwing back the rest of his drink, he stood, pulling her with him, wrapping an arm around her waist as they left The Three Broomsticks. 

She was on him the second the door closed behind them, slipping out of his grasp, pulling him down a dark back alley. This time when she shoved him against the brick wall, he was ready. Thanks to her alcohol dulled reactions, he caught her before she could press her perfect body against him, growling as he stepped forward, forcing her against the opposite wall, arms coming out to trap her. “I’m in charge this time, Princess.” Raising her arms up above her head, using one large hand to pin her wrist in place, he dipped his head, kissing at her pulse, running his tongue over her as he nipped at her skin. “You want to act like a whore, teasing me, turning me on in public, then I’ll fuck you like one, right here where anyone could see. Is that what you want, Princess?” He let out a sharp laugh as she whimpered. “Of course it is. Let’s see if you’re ready for me, then.” Slipping his hand down her body, lifting her skirt, he ran a finger through her folds. “A little wet, but it could be better. If I eat your pussy in this alley, are you going to be quiet for me, Princess? Oh, you’ll be a good girl? We’ll see, won’t we.” 

Dropping to his knees in front of her, he pulled her skirt up, throwing it over his head, pulling her panties to the side, he lapped at her folds, groaning against her. She moaned loudly as he pushed two fingers into her, startling a cat further down the alley. Gripping at her skirt, fighting to find his way out, he managed to stick his head out, giving her a warning look. “What did I say about being quiet? Put your hand over your mouth if you can’t control yourself. Give me this hand, hold your skirt up for me and spread your legs more. Mmmm, there’s my good girl.”  Looking back at her pussy, he pulled out his wand, pointing it at her, softly saying the spell to vanish her panties into oblivion. “That’s better. Princess, didn’t I tell you to stop wearing those damn things when you know you want me to bend you over and fuck you in public. If you can’t stand to wait until we’re somewhere private then make it easier for me to get to you.” His lecture over, he dove back between her legs, sucking her clit as he pumped his hand in and out of her, smiling to himself as he listened to her muffled moans. 

Merlin, it’s so sexy when she can’t control herself like this. 

Moving his fingers as quickly as he could, he felt her walls begin to twitch around him. “Cum for me, Princess. Yes, come on, baby, I’m so ready to fuck you.”  Leaning back he watched her orgasm ripple through her, her eyes shut tight, her hand pressed over her mouth as she tried not to scream his name. 

Gods, she’s perfect. 

When she collapsed against the wall, he pulled his fingers from her, bringing them up to her mouth. She eagerly accepted them, sucking them clean as he whispered to her. “You’re so beautiful. Such a dirty girl for me. Is my naughty princess ready for me to fuck her? Turn around and bend over then.” Taking a few steps back, undoing his pants, he watched her do exactly as she was told, a low growl escaping him at the sight of her pulling her skirt up, flashing her bare ass at him, everything about this situation bringing out his possessiveness. 

Forgetting about being quiet he slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing in the still night air along with her needy whimper. Guiding his cock to her slit, he pushed inside her in one quick thrust, unable to hold back his groan at the softness of her. He tried to go slow, not wanting to actually get caught, but she felt too good around him. He railed into her, their thighs slapping together, the delicious wet sounds of her taking him, the feel of her soft flesh being squeezed under his hand, her muffled moaning all driving him to the edge of his orgasm.  

“Whatever’s gotten into you today, I fucking love it, Princess. It’s so sexy when you get this desperate for me. My needy little slut. Take your hand away from your mouth, I want to hear you moaning for me. Oh, fuck yes. I make you feel so good you can’t even wait to get back to my bed, can you? You love the way my cock fills you up, don’t you, Princess? That’s right, you love being a disgusting little whore for me. You’re so good at it, too. Now cum on my cock like a good girl.” With every word his voice grew louder, the rhythm of his hips less steady.  “That wasn’t a suggestion. Cum for me, right now, MC.” His release hit as he growled her name, his deep guttural groans mixing with her high whimpers, echoing around the quiet Hogsmeade streets as he once again marked her as his. 

She stepped close to the brick wall in front of her, pressing her body against it, breathing heavily. He tucked his cock back into his pants before doing the same, closing the gap between their bodies, gripping the bricks to steady him, his own heavy breath warm against her neck as he kissed at her skin. “You really are such a good girl for me, Princess. I love you beyond words, my sweet girl.” He kept her pressed against the wall, fingertips running over her exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, whispering his praise and devotion for her. 

“I don’t want this to end but we should probably get back to the castle, love.” She sighed longingly as he stepped away from her, giving her room to fix her clothes and lead the way out of the alley. As they passed Ceridwen’s Cauldrons she stopped suddenly, a sound of surprise leaving her. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” he watched her face turn red, visible even in the pale moonlight, before continuing. “Your seed just started dripping out of me, and honestly, it feels so good.” 

His eyes fluttered closed as they rolled back a little, his knees going weak, his cock twitching in his pants. “Fuck, Princess, keep talking like that and I swear I’ll have to fuck you again right here.” He took her hand, quickly leading her out of the village. When they reached the fork in the road that would take them either to the castle or to the lake, he pulled her towards the lake. “I’m not finished with you yet, Princess. I’m going to fuck my cum back into you before I fill you up again.” 

[moonlightsolo]

nga yawne lu oer; i love you. 

summary: the rda murders a tulkun and dumps it for the metkayina to find. the village turns into a frenzy, wishing to fight for their brothers and sisters lives. lo’ak runs to warn payakan, but the creature is already marked for death. you and neteyam get split up, causing you to be captured by the avatar mercenaries. neteyam comes to your rescue, but is forced to help lo’ak save spider from the soldiers… 

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!na’vi/human reader

warnings: graphic depiction of character death, weapons, blood, ptsd, non-descriptive implied smut :p, & quaritch. 

note: pls leave feedback on this one. i put my heart n soul into it. i’m also not even listing the word count bc it’s embarrassing how long it is. (it’s 15k) yk it’s gonna be good so go read it rn

part one | part two | part three | part four

the deafening sound of a conch horn mixes in with the storm rolling over the village. 

you, kiri, tuk, neteyam, and lo’ak all go silent. eyes worriedly dart to each other, staring in bewilderment as your brains ponder on what to do. 

“we should go.” neteyam breaks the silence, spinning on his heel. he ducks down under the entrance to the marui and disappears around the bend. lo’ak takes no time to follow his brother, sprinting after him through the rain. 

“come on. it’s okay.” you attempt to reassure the worried child. you grab tuk’s hand to walk outside with her and kiri, a few steps behind lo’ak and neteyam. your hand comes up to shield your eyes from the heavy rain falling from the ominous clouds. 

as you get closer to the center of the village, the growing crowd of metkayina becomes more dense- this is not good.

“my spirit sister and her baby have been murdered by the sky people!” ronal’s voice shouts from somewhere in the center of the irate group of villagers.

you grasp tuk’s hand so tight, afraid she might get lost in the crowd. you can barely make out neteyams head as he pushes through the metkayina, “i’m scared.” the girl whines from behind you. 

“it’s okay. just keep your head down, tuk.” you mumble, wincing as somebody’s sharp elbow collides with your ribs. 

you finally break free from the crowd, instantly spotting jake and neytiri standing in front of ronal and tonowari. neteyam and lo’ak are already standing behind their parents, so you quietly sneak over to them with kiri ahead of you. 

the chief and his wife are on an elevated surface as they speak to their village, “this war has come to us! we knew about this hunting of our tulkun people, but it was over the horizon. far away! now, it is here!” tonowari shouts, and hisses angrily as he delivers the news to his people. 

“you gotta understand how the sky people think! they don’t care about the great balance!” jake tries to calm down tonowari, but it just makes it worse. 

“we don’t answer to sky people!” a metkayina raspily screams from behind you, making you jump. 

“listen! listen to him!” neteyam urges them. 

“the sky people are not gonna stop! this is only the beginning! you gotta tell your tulkun to leave! you gotta tell them to go far away!” jake shouts as he talks with his hands. 

“leave?!” ronal shrieks, “you live among us and you learn nothing!” 

“we will fight to protect our brothers and sisters!” a metkayina man steps forward, slamming his fist roughly against his chest. 

the people yip and screech in agreement, and grow more wild by the second; howling and slamming the bottom of their weapons against the ground. 

“no, no! if you attack, if you fight, then they will destroy you. it would destroy everything that you love!” jake yells.

your eyes dart around nervously at everyone, heart pumping wildly against your ribs. 

the metkayina cry out as they stomp and grow even more furious. “hear my words!” jake desperately pleads the people.

“stay calm! stay calm!” neteyam tries to alleviate the chaos but it doesn’t do anything, “listen to my father! he speaks the truth!”

jake steps forward holding an orange spear-like beacon up to the crowd. the people go silent as they look at what he is holding. 

“you tell the tulkun that if they’re hit by one of these they’re marked for death.” he breathes heavily, “and call for me. i’ll silence it.” 

“saving their lives, that’s all that matters. right?” he looks around at the village, “saving your family.” 

tonowari looks down at his wife, before taking a step up next to jake, “tell the tulkun.” he orders. 

“go.” ronal urges, “go!” 

lo’ak is quick to blend in with the moving crowd, which neteyam takes notice to. you hand over tuk to kiri, “i’ll be right back.” you say to them, quickly sprinting in the direction neteyam took off in. 

just as you’re about to run past them, you spot the boys at the end of a dock arguing, “you gotta keep your skxawng ass here.” you overhear neteyam say to lo’ak. 

“he’s outcast. there’s nobody to warn him but me!” lo’ak argues. 

“bro.” neteyam sighs as he slaps his hand on top of his brothers head, “why do you always have to make things so hard?” 

lo’ak pushes his hand off of him with a grunt, “no. you mean why can’t i be the perfect son like you? the perfect little soldier?” 

neteyam takes a step back from him, chuckling angrily before stepping even closer to his brother- as if he is holding himself back from punching him. “i’m not you!” lo’ak shouts in his face. 

you need to stop this before it gets too heated. 

you run forward, out of breath as if you didn’t eavesdrop on everything that was said. just as you make it to them, lo’ak shoves neteyams arm off of his shoulder, “get off me.” 

“lo’ak!” tsireya calls from the water on her ilu, coming in fast with ao’nung and rotxo. 

before you know it, the youngest sully boy is diving in the water to his ilu and taking off. 

“come on! he’s going to payakan.” neteyam grips your arm to pull you forward, making you stumble. his arm protectively wraps around your waist before he jumps into the water. 

you suck in a sharp breath before the cool water envelopes around your bodies; one of his arms reaches back to he situate your body behind him. he grasps the reins of his ilu, and takes off in the direction of lo’aks trail. 

he breaches the surface, making you gasp as the rain hits the top of your head. you can see lo’ak in the distance, “come back!” you scream out to him which just makes him go even faster. 

kiri and tuk are off to the side, sat on an ilu in the water. “lo’ak!” both of them call after him. 

“he’s going to find payakan!” you and neteyam yell out to them in sync. 

“wait up!” kiri yells as neteyam dives back under the water to follow his brother. your arms tighten around his waist, trying your hardest to not fly off from the speed. 

he chases him all the way to three brothers rocks where payakan is. the creature breaches the water as lo’ak calls his name. 

the animal lets out a loud pained whine as it swims up to him. the tulkun turns in the water, revealing the same orange spear from earlier lodged into his back. this time, it’s beeping. 

the younger boy jumps off of his ilu and onto his back to try and pull the machine out of its skin. 

“oh shit! neteyam! they’re here!” you cry out when a huge ship appears from around one of the giant rocks. 

“we need to help him.” neteyam leaps off the ilu and onto the tulkuns back, leaving you behind on its saddle. you mentally punch him for leaving you behind, but you know that all he was thinking about was getting his brother.

you take control of his ilu, wrapping your hand around the leather handle on the saddle to dive under the belly of payakan. you pull up to breach the surface on the opposite side. 

your legs push up to leap off of the animal, and onto the back of the giant creature- just as tsireya, rotxo and ao’nung arrive and jump onto the creatures back. 

you scurry over to help them pull the machine out, your hands attempt to grip the slippery surface of the beacon. it’s really stuck in there. 

“call it in! call dad!” neteyam yells an order at his brother, who looks at neteyam as if his heart just fell out of his ass, “just go! do it!” 

lo’ak scurries to stand up on the top of the animal as his hand flies to his throat to talk to jake through their comms.

even with five people pulling, there’s absolutely no budge. you let out a frustrated yell when your hands slip off of the damp surface for the hundredth time. 

your eyes continue to glance behind you at the ship as you try to pull it out, “it’s getting closer!” you cry out in a panic. another harsh wave crashes against the side of the tulkuns body, sending a mist of sea water in everybody’s face. 

your mind goes through every possible way you could get this thing out of it, “a rope! does anyone have a rope?!” you yell out, eyes looking over the four na’vi around you. 

neteyam looks over at you, his chest heaving with exertion and terror, “a rope…” he breathes out, pausing for a moment to look around. 

he makes a clicking sound with his throat, summoning his ilu back over to him. he jumps into the water to search through the packs on its side, “hurry up, bro!” lo’ak screams as he comes back from talking to their father. 

neteyam unravels a long rope from inside, throwing the other end to you. it’s almost as if he read your mind when he wraps it around the ilu to utilize the animals strength to help. 

you quickly snatch the thrown rope out of the air and begin wrapping it around the tracking beacon with the help of ao’nung. 

“go, go, go!” the chiefs son tells neteyam, your head continues to check on the proximity of the ship. now they’ve discharged smaller boats into the water that are coming your way, “we have to hurry! they’re coming!”

neteyam gets on the back of his ilu, flapping it’s fins in the water to accelerate forward, now aiding in pulling out the beacon, “pull now!” he orders. 

the four of you muster up all of your strength to try to force the beacon out of its skin, “hurry! we need to hurry!” tsireya cries out.

“pull! harder!” you whine, your hands burn from the scraping of the metal against your palms.  

the beacon suddenly releases from the creatures skin, pulling the rest of you into the water along with it. payakan quickly takes off, the force pushes you even deeper into the rough ocean. you use all your might to swim up to the surface. 

the first thing you see beyond the waves is neteyam swimming away with the beacon in his hand. 

“no! neteyam! no!” you screech out for him as your stomach threatens to release the contents of your dinner. 

you begin to panic; you can’t lose him. you attempt to swim towards him, but he’s quick to dive under the water with his ilu. there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to catch up to him.

“come!” lo’ak grips your upper arm to pull you towards his ilu that he summoned, “he’ll be okay! come on!”

you reluctantly climb onto the back of his animal, wrapping your arms around lo’aks waist as he dives after the rest of them- now going the opposite way of neteyam. you can’t help but look back, in attempt to find him in the open water. 

the boy halts underneath tall stalks of seaweed, hiding himself beneath the giant leaves as the boats pass by. you glance over at kiri and tuk hiding underneath the one beside you. 

the main ship releases more boats, but ones that can now dive under the water. you tap lo’ak’s arm to get his attention, pointing at the submarines. he quickly takes off, dodging in between the sea grass to try and out run them.

they’re quick to follow, their lights bright and menancing as they chase all of you through the underwater foliage. 

somehow, you and lo’ak get split up from the rest of the group. the boy quickens the pace of his ilu, causing you to tighten your grip around him and tuck your head into his back. he looks back for a moment at the ship, his panic growing from the enemies close proximity.

a second ship drops in front of you, making you scream out lo’aks name in the water. the boy sharply turns to the left to dodge the metal claws of the ship that reach out to grasp you. 

lo’ak signs for you to jump off with him into the thick seaweed. your eyes go wide, but he doesn’t wait for a response from you. he launches himself off his ilu, but not without grasping your hand to bring you with him.

you grab ahold of a thick stalk of grass, using them to hurl yourself forward through the water as the ilu draws the ships away. lo’ak leads you to a grass pod with an air pocket, looking up into it to see his little sister inside. 

he swims upward along with you, grabbing your hand to pull you up into the air bubble with him. “tuk!” you both shout in surprise. 

before you could ask where kiri is, the ships lights grow nearer as the sound of its engines gets louder. “we have to go! it’s coming.” you shriek. 

all three of you suck in a deep breath before plunging back into the water to swim in the opposite direction of them. 

the ships start to surround you, giving you no other way than forward to swim away and escape. they’re too fast, you’ll never be able to out swim them. 

one of the ships projectiles a net at all of you, catching only you and tuk inside of it. your limbs flail as you try to find a way out, pulling and tugging at the netted string but the material is too strong. 

two ikrans dive into the water, grasping the net with their talons to hoist you and tuk out of the water. lo’aks fingers latch onto the outside as the soldiers take off into the sky towards the mother ship. 

“no! let us out!” you grunt as your hands try to rip at the net. you take out the knife neteyam gave you, dragging the serrated blade over the strings. 

“hold on!” lo’ak yells as he unsheathes his blade from his hip to start cutting the material, “look out! move your hand! move your hand!”

“hurry, lo’ak!” tuk whimpers in fear. 

you and tuk scream as you’re dropped onto the hard pavement of the ship, now surrounded by armed avatars. 

lo’ak moves away from the net, standing with his back toward you and tuk in attempt to protect you. he snarls and growls at the soldiers with his knife still in his hand, ready to attack at any second. 

“drop the weapon!” “put the weapon down!” they shout at him. 

the boy steps forward, attempting to stab one of the men but they easily dodge his attack and shove him to the ground. two of them pin his arms beside him as he struggles under their grasp. 

“no!” you screech, seething at the aggressors. you kick and wiggle as you attempt to push the heavy net off of you and tuk. 

finally, you spot an opening. “come on.” you’re the first to emerge from the net, with tuk right behind you. 

both of you try to protect yourselves with your blades but the lab-made na’vi are too strong. 

one of them grips the back of your neck, forcing you to the ground, while another grabs tuks wrist for her to drop her knife. 

“hey! hey! what are you doing? stop!” someone shouts from behind you, “stop! don’t hurt them!”

tuk yelps from beside you as she is held hostage by a soldier, trying her hardest to wriggle out of their tight grip. 

your head turns on the wet pavement, looking behind you to see spider talking to lo’ak; the human boy is being held back by two men. 

you snarl at the man on top of you, his knee sitting painfully on your back to hold you down. “knock it off! stay still!” his knee presses harder into your spine, making you cry out in pain. 

“you’re hurting her! stop!” spider screams out at the man on top of you. 

one of the avatar men on the ikrans hops off of the animal, his heavy boots stomping on the damp ground. 

“get back to the bridge.” he points at spider, ordering the soldiers beside him to bring him back inside, “and keep ‘em there!” 

that man’s voice, that american twang sounds familiar. it’s the man from the forest, the one who held kiri, lo’ak, and tuk hostage- the one who stole spider; it’s quaritch. 

“yeah, i remember you.” he looks down at lo’ak, who hisses in reply. 

“cuff ‘em to the rail. all of ‘em.” he points. 

finally, the pain is alleviated from your back as you’re forced to your feet. you don’t dare to try and wiggle out of the grip, knowing the attempt would end up with you getting hurt somehow.

“get on your knees. on ‘em.” the soldier behind you kicks the back of your legs, making them give out so you would fall to the ground. you grimace as the pavement cuts open the skin on your knees, hissing at the man behind you. 

your hands are brought in front of you, and handcuffed to the rail along with tuk and lo’ak. 

“fuck you!” you seethe through your teeth, your slightly sharpened canines bare wildly at the men. the soldier behind you goes to back hand you, making you cower to prepare for the blow.

quaritch takes a step toward you, with a simple raise of his hand he stops the mercenary from hitting you. 

“this one’s red-hot.” he chuckles alongside his soldiers as he stares down at you with a cocky sneer.

“and where are you from?” he squats down to your level, looking over you intently. his gaze makes you uncomfortable, “you’re not blue like the rest of ‘em… yet you breathe our air.” he hums curiously. 

“i’m not telling you shit.” you spit out, your voice dripping with venom. 

tuk grunts beside you as she tries to pull the handcuffs off the railing. your eyes slightly glance over at her, your heart aching for her. 

“half human, half na’vi.” he unsheathes his combat knife, pressing the tip of it into your chin to angle your face up towards him. 

the sharp tip of the knife pricks at your skin, daring to slice into it even from the most subtle movement from you.

“let her go! don’t hurt her!” lo’ak barks out, earning a kick from a soldier next to him.

“mm, i’ve seen you. the forest right? you’re sully’s oldest sons girl, aren’t you?” the man tilts his knife to control your head as he examines you. 

“like i said… i’m not. telling. you. shit!” you hiss out, trying your hardest not to move your jaw from the knife being so close to cutting into you.

he finally pulls back when the loud yipping sounds of na’vi start to grow closer, stuffing his knife back into its cover on his hip, “na’vi inbound!” a soldier yells.  

your head turns toward the sound, watching them all fly in on their tsuraks. the soldiers around you ready up, aiming at them with their weapons. 

the na’vi in the water halt, sitting dormant in the water as if they’re examining the people onboard. 

“dad!” tuk calls out desperately. 

quaritch rips off lo’aks comm device from his neck, connecting it to himself to be able to talk to his father. 

“jake, tell your friends to stand down. you want your kids back, you come out alone.” he speaks to him, “you know better than to test my resolve.” he pulls a handgun from his side, cocking it and pressing the barrel against the back of lo’aks head. 

“no! lo’ak!” you gasp, grunting as you pull harder on your restraints.

“i took you under my wing, jake. you betrayed me. you killed your own,” he continues, “good men. good women. i will not hesitate to execute your kid.” 

you begin to weep, out of rage and fear. hot angry tears streak your salty face as you tug on the handcuffs that refuse to budge. “please.” you beg, “don’t hurt him.” 

your words earn a blow from a steel-toed boot against your ribs, “shut up, stupid girl.” the air punches out of your lungs as you keel over from the pain. 

“offers fixin’ to expire. what’s it gonna be?” quaritch speaks into the comm. 

in the distance, you watch a single tsurak start to swim forward away from the group of na’vi soldiers. it’s jake sully, he’s coming. but if he comes up here, he will die. you cannot let any of them die. 

your breathing is erratic as your brain goes into overdrive, thinking of every possible way to get out of this. to save jake, lo’ak, and tuk- not even worrying about yourself at this point. 

“easy shot.” a bald avatar says, but quaritch lowers the man’s weapon with his hand, “you hit them now, they attack. wait till he’s on board.” 

lo’ak growls loudly from his words, causing the gun to press harder into the back of his head. 

the next moments seemingly play out in slow motion. something you would have never assumed to be a possibility. 

lo’aks tulkun breaches the water, launching himself over the boat as it bellows loudly in the sky. the crew begin to scurry as payakan falls down, squashing multiple soldiers beneath its heavy body. 

water splashes all over the three of you, shrieking in surprise as the entire ship rocks and groans from the blow it just took. 

the crew begin to shoot at him, but payakan slides a fin across the ground to pummel them. lo’ak kicks a soldier to make him stumble forward, helping out payakan so he could slam his fin down onto the man. 

the tulkuns fluke rises into the air before crushing a crane and sending a smaller ship flying. 

your eyes dart towards the water, smiling wide as the metkayina and jake charge towards the boat. “they’re coming!” you yell to lo’ak and tuk. 

payakan dodges an incoming explosive spear, sending it somewhere onto the ship to detonate with a loud boom. the tulkun let’s out one last deafening roar before slipping back into the water, but not without taking down a few more men. 

“sully’s inbound! i want eyes on!” quaritch orders as he steps away from the three of you. 

a gunship is inbound in the sky, shooting multiple rounds into the water where the fleet of na’vi soldiers are underneath. 

an ikran drops out of the clouds, appearing out of no where. a banshee from the forest, it’s neytiri.

the aircraft is quickly taken down, exploding into pieces as it pummels into a bank of rocks. 

you watch the fight in the water, wincing at every person the na’vi brutally take down. “we need to get out of here.” you whine, pulling on your handcuffs with all of your strength. 

“come on! come on!” you cry out as your feet push against the railing, trying your hardest to free yourself.

an explosion rocks the ship as a boat flies from the water and catches an engine on fire as it revs up. the main ship that you’re on accelerates forward at a terrifying speed. 

“oh shit! oh shit! hold on!” you brace yourself as it runs over a bank of rocks, catapulting it into the sky, making it catch air underneath it’s belly. 

the three of you hover in the air, the handcuffs being the only thing keeping you from flying away. the ship roughly crashes into the water, sending all three of you hurling towards the ground. 

“you okay?” lo’ak asks you and tuk, before busying himself to try and pull at the restraints again. 

“this boat is going down, and we need to get off of it right now!” you screech in a panic, leaning forward to try and rip the handcuffs off with your teeth. 

in your peripheral vision, you see someone launch themselves out of the water and land on the pavement. your mouth pulls away from the material of the handcuffs, a giant smile pulling up on your face. 

“neteyam!” tuk yells in excitement. 

“i have never been so relieved to see you!” you cry out in happiness. 

“need some help?” he teasingly asks as he bends down and unsheathes his knife. the blade easily slices the fabric off of your wrists. you fight yourself from leaping forward to plant a big fat kiss on his perfect lips. 

“shut up. come on. get us loose.” lo’ak hurries his brother as he goes down the line of people, cutting the restraints. 

your wrists are sore as you pull them towards your body, but that’s the least of your worries right now. 

once tuk is loose, she throws herself at you for comfort. you quickly reciprocate by wrapping your arms around her to hold her close.

“it’s okay. get tuk out of here.” neteyam says to you as he steps over to lo’ak. 

“what? no! i’m not leaving you.” you protest, making him growl in annoyance and send you a sharp look. 

“bro, hurry up!” lo’ak complains, shaking his wrists against the metal railing. 

“just go! i’ll be right behind you!” he yells back at you, as the knife cuts through lo’aks handcuffs, “who’s the mighty warrior, huh?” you hear neteyam say to his brother. that would make you laugh if you weren’t so worried right now. 

you swiftly lift tuk up, running to the edge of the boat. you’re just about to jump, but tsireya pops up at the surface on her ilu. “here! bring her to me!” 

tuk unravels herself from around you to hop onto the back of tsireya’s animal. the little girl looks up at you worriedly, “it’s okay, tuk. we’ll be right behind you!” 

tsireya nods and shoots you a worried smile before diving under the water. you quickly turn on your heel to see lo’ak has been freed and snagged an assault rifle from a fallen soldier.

“come on. let’s go.” just as neteyam is about to run towards you, lo’ak goes the opposite way.

“they‘ve got spider. we’ve gotta get him. come on.” lo’ak motions with his head, “come on, bro! we can’t leave him.” 

neteyam grunts loudly in frustration, and slams a fist against the ground before standing to his feet. he takes a moment to acknowledge you, looking over your body. his eyes catch the bloody scuffs on your knees, and a few scratches and bruises that litter your skin. 

he steps forward, hands cupping your face. “are you alright?” he asks worriedly, his hands guide your body to turn in a three-sixty. his eyes look over your back for any sign of serious injury; like father like son. 

“i’m okay, i’m okay. i swear.” you breathe out, slightly in a bit of shock but otherwise you’re okay. 

your hands come up to rest against his rapidly rising chest, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingertips. you look up at him, his golden eyes are already staring down at you. 

“seriously, bro? this is not the time for a reunion!” lo’ak shouts with evident annoyance in his voice. 

neteyam chuckles from his brothers words, leaning down to swiftly peck your lips, “go find a weapon. any weapon.” he urges you. 

you smile up at him before scurrying around to try and scavenge anything from the soldiers that are scattered on the ground. you find the knife neteyam gifted you lodged under one of the dead soldiers bodies, you can’t help but feel the sharp blade with the pad of your thumb. 

thank eywa, you would hate yourself for eternity if you lost it. 

neteyam grabs your hand to pull you along with him and his brother through the many hallways of the boat, with lo’ak leading. 

“we have to climb.” neteyam whispers in your ear as your eyes follow lo’ak. the boy easily scales the wall by holding onto pipes. neteyam goes next, “watch me.” he climbs slowly for you. 

you watch the exact placement of his feet and how he grips the metal with his hands. he follows the pipes up the wall and onto the ceiling, hanging upside down. “come on, you’re next. you can do it.” 

you take a deep breath before hopping onto the pipes, copying his movements. until you’re hanging upside down and slowly climbing over an open room filled with the ships crew. 

“evacuating, people. come on! let’s go!” a human man runs by screaming underneath you.

you squeak when your grip slightly falters, making neteyam stop in his tracks to look down at you through his legs. 

“for the love of the great mother, please don’t fall.” he says to you, but it sounds as if he’s talking to himself. 

the three of you slowly inch forward once the soldiers pass until you finally reach another metal platform. lo’ak is the first one to fall down, landing easily on his feet and then neteyam. 

you’re still hanging on for dear life, not sure how you’re going to drop down that far without hurting yourself. especially your recently mended broken ankle. 

“just fall! i’ll catch you!” he quietly calls up to you.

“are you sure? will you actually catch me?” you cry out, your muscles shaking under the pressure of holding up your entire body weight.

“yes! trust me!” he whisper-yells up to you, “lo’ak, help!” neteyam hisses at his brother. 

before you could make the decision for yourself, your overworked muscles give out. you fall downward toward neteyam, your feet flail in the air. the scream that threatens to burst out from your lungs is held inside, scared it would give you away to the crew.

instead of feeling the pain of the pavement and metal coming in contact with your body, neteyam and lo’ak catch you. 

your eyes are wide as you look over their shocked faces, “i can’t believe i just fell.” you breathe out as they put you down on your feet. 

“gracefully, of course.” neteyam teases you with a wink, his hand pushes gently against your lower back to lead you in between him and his brother as they walk forward.

lo’ak slowly starts to creep forward until he reaches the end of the yellow platform you’re on. 

a few soldiers are walking by with spider, so the sully brothers take the opportunity to jump on top of them to attack. lo’ak uses his gun he found to swing and hit a few of the men, instead of actually pulling the trigger. neteyam punches a few of them and tosses one of them overboard. 

you can do this, you can do this. 

with a deep breath, you jump down from above. you land on top of the shoulders of one of the men, using the blunt handle of your knife to hit him across the face. your thighs suffocatingly squeeze around his head until he falls to the ground unconscious.

the man falls forward directly on his face after losing to your battle, giving you the opportunity to land gracefully on your feet.

you let out a gasp when gunshots go off behind your back, spinning around with wide eyes to see who was shot- but it’s thankfully just lo’ak using his gun on one of them. 

you stand up from your spot, panting as all of you look over the bodies of the men you just took out. 

“oh, hey!” spider huffs out towards you, his chest huffing. you awkwardly wave at him, giving him a small smile. “we should go.” the human boy says next.

“let’s go.” neteyam says to you, grabbing your hand and jumping off with you to the lower ground floor. 

“thanks, guys.” spider says breathlessly once all of you land safely. 

your mouth opens to reply, but across the room two avatar mercenaries emerge and spot the four of you, “oh no.” you breathe out. 

“go!” spider screams, his voice slightly cracks. 

lo’ak attempts to aim and shoot, but neteyam shoves his gun down and pushes him forward. 

“go, go, go!” neteyams hand tightly grips your wrist to pull you behind him as he runs forward, ducking his head to dodge the bullets. 

“oh fuck! oh shit!” you screech as you’re blindly lead by neteyam as the bullets fly past your head.

the four of you scurry behind a wall. neteyam pushes you towards spider, the force making you stumble into the boy. neteyam snatches lo’aks gun from his hands, “give me that!” 

he barely aims the gun at the men, and just starts pulling the trigger, “go, go, go!” he shouts, and points towards the open water. 

spider and lo’ak are the first to jump, but you refuse to leave neteyam behind, “go! what are you doing? get out of here!” he screams at you, hiding behind cover before going to shoot at them again. 

“screw that! i’m not leaving you, neteyam!” you argue with him, pressing your back farther into the wall as the bullets shoot into the concrete behind you. 

“aah fuck! why do you have to be so stubborn?” he grunts at you, continuing to shoot at them. his gun clicks, indicating he’s out of ammo. 

“come on!” he throws the gun to the side, extending his arm to grasp your hand tightly to run towards the water. 

the soldiers continue to shoot at you until you both leap over the yellow railing and into the ocean. something hard pelts your right shoulder, making you wince as you fall towards the ocean. 

the pressure of the water makes your hands separate, screaming out his name as he is sucked away from you. 

once your eyes open under the salty seawater, all you can see is bubbles and the usually blue water is slightly stained red. your arms lift to paddle under the boat, but an excruciatingly sharp pain shoots from your right side. 

using your left arm, you swim under the boat and pull yourself to the surface on the other side. gasping for air, you cry out hoarsely and cough as you bob under the water. the salty liquid fills your mouth whenever you try to speak. 

“come on!” you hear tsireya’s voice coming from somewhere, but the waves continue to knock roughly against your head. every time your head sinks under the water, the crimson color worsens. 

“neteyam!” you gargle out. every word you attempt to speak sparks at your nerve-endings, fueling the fire of the agony that ripples throughout your entire body. 

“oh shit. she’s shot!” lo’ak screams, the sound of rapid swimming grows louder as someone comes over to you. 

just as your body starts to sink again, an arm strongly slides under your arms from around your back. you gasp for air once you breach the surface, sputtering out the water inside of your mouth. 

“help me! someone help me!” neteyams voice is loud next to your head, making your ears ring. your breath rapidly puffs from your mouth as you seek for some sort of solace from your pain. 

another arm wraps around your body as you’re dragged forward in the water. you cough but instead it comes out like a wheeze. oh, that’s not good. 

your eyes slightly squint open, only being able to see flashes of blue as your limp body is tugged onto the saddle of an ilu. 

you let out a piercing cry as you’re forced to sit up on the animal. instinctively, you want to curl in on yourself, but the person behind you holds you up with their arms around your abdomen. 

“it hurts!” you sob out loudly, which crying just makes the pain even worse. it feels as if the right side of your body has been replaced with ice and electricity that is wired directly to your spine. 

you overhear spider say something along the lines of, “she’s bleeding really bad.” which makes the panic grow even more in your chest.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! everything is gonna be okay. bro, go!” neteyam shouts from behind you, pulling you back against his chest. 

the ilu underneath you chirps as it takes off in the water, “it’s okay. we got you, i got you. hurry up!” his voice cracks as he desperately screams at his brother. 

“i’m trying!” lo’ak shouts back at him as the ilu picks up speed to rush forward. 

“they have kiri and tuk!” tsireya cries out from the fin of the ilu, making your eyes burst open from a rush of adrenaline. “we… have to go back!”

you attempt to sit up but instead you fall forward weakly onto lo’aks back in front of you. your cheek presses flat against his damp skin as you struggle to breathe, “we can’t! we can’t go back!” lo’ak yells out, continuing forward. 

“dad-! eagle eye! y/n is shot! we need help!” neteyam uses his comm to talk to his father. his voice is frantic as he speaks to him, making you think your wound is worse than you think. 

“hurry, lo’ak! dad is over there.” the boy behind you slightly moves, indicating that he’s pointing in a direction you can’t see. 

it seems like an eternity until the ilu slows down, the creature squaks loudly in the rough water as the waves crash over your bodies. 

“help!” neteyam shouts from behind you as he jumps into the water, “lo’ak, lower her to me!” 

you let out a hoarse cough, your breathing still coming out in short bursts. you can barely open your eyes as you’re lowered into the rough water by lo’ak. 

neteyam grabs ahold of your head, cradling you in his arms along with tsireya and spider holding onto your body so you wouldn’t float away. 

“hurry!” she yells over the sound of the waves breaking against the shore. 

“oh no.” you hear jake rush over to your side, opening your heavy eyelids to see him leaning over you from standing on the rock. 

“hurry, please!” neteyam cries out, holding onto you tight. 

“it’s gonna be okay, baby. i promise. my dads gonna help you.” his voice shakes as he speaks to you. 

you raspily cough as another wave pelts your bodies, gurgling out the water as your head lulls to the side. “no, no, my love. stay with me.” one of his wet hands cups your cheek to pull your face back up, “hurry up! pull us up!” he yells at his father. 

it seems like everybody’s hands are on you as you’re lifted out of the water and into the air. two different hands cradle your head, and others hoist your legs up. 

you’re gently laid down onto the surface of the rock, a sob wracks through your lungs as you wheeze.

your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you struggle to calm your racing heart. your chest feels tight, as if an invisible noose is constricting around your lungs. 

your eyes finally open fully, tears clouding your vision. neteyam and jake are the ones directly beside you, their heads covering the cloudy sky. 

“hold on.” jake warns you as he lifts you up to inspect the exit wound on your shoulder. your wound throbs, exploding in your head with a blinding whiteness. 

the feeling makes you squirm, and gasp from the sheer amount of agony.

neteyams hand desperately holds onto yours, his watery eyes look down at you before glancing up at his dad. “do something! help her!” 

the air whips around your body, causing your wet skin to feel colder than it should. your hand grips neteyams tightly, practically crushing his fingers.

jake presses one of his large hands against your chest to create pressure on your bleeding wound. you hiccup out a weak cry from the tenderness of it, writhing under his hand. 

“it’s okay. it’s okay.” jake shooshes you gently, his eyes darting to his eldest son with a worried look. 

“nete...” you croak out between your rapid breaths, making the boy look down at you. 

“everything’s gonna be okay. i’m so sorry.” he repeats, making you shake your head. he goes to protest but neytiri arrives on her ikran, leaping off and rushing over to join the crowd gathered around you. 

she gasps in shock and drops to her knees beside neteyam, one of her hands comes up to rest on your knee for comfort. 

you give her a weak smile, your bottom lip quivering as you do so. you look over the people around you, seeing how they’re all crying for you. wow, it really seems like you’re dying right now. 

jake sits back, his hand still pressed firmly on your chest. he looks off in the distance as if he’s listening to something. 

“where are your sisters?” he questions neteyam and lo’ak, his eyes darting between them, “your sisters. where are they?” his voice grows louder. 

“they’re on the ship.” you groan out, sputtering out a wet cough. 

jake looks down at you, his eyes widening in fear. “neteyam, you stay here with her. keep pressure on it, it didn’t go all the way through. we’re gonna go get them.” jake transfers the job over to neteyam to keep you alive, and you can see the panic on the boys features. 

neytiri stands alongside jake, ready to fight for her daughters, “where exactly are they?” jake asks you, but you have no idea.  

“they’re.. they’re at the moon pool.” spider looks up at jake who’s face contorts in confusion, “at the well deck. midships?” he tries to simplify it, but somehow makes it more complicated. 

“come on, i’ll show you.” spider stands and motions to the water. 

“lo’ak, come!” neytiri calls her son, motioning towards her ikran for him to follow her.

the younger boy wipes his tears and taps your leg, “you better be all good by the time we get back.” he points at you as he was threatening you.

a shiver wracks your body, but you smile at him through the pain, “she will, yeah?” neteyam looks down at you with a watery smile, making you nod in response. 

jake crouches beside you one last time, his hand resting on the top of your head. “try to control your breathing, okay? i know it hurts, but hyperventilating will make it worse. we’ll come back for you.” he gives you a soft smile before standing up to walk away with spider towards the water.  

nausea starts to rise in your belly from the immense pain, making you feel as if you’re going to pass out. 

before anything happens, you have to let neteyam know how you truly feel about him. you don’t care that tsireya is beside you, the only thing that matters right now is him. 

“neteyam…” you cough roughly, forcing him to look down at you, “yes, yes, my love. i’m here.” his voice trembles. 

you admire his saddened features for a moment; how his skin crinkles between his eyebrows, how his perfect lips quiver… the streak of your blood that runs across his cheek from inevitablely tucking his unruly braids behind his ear, and his big round eyes that are glassy with tears. he’s trying his hardest to bottle in his emotions to stay strong for you, to keep you calm… your love for him is unconditional. 

“i love you. i always have.” your voice is almost like a whisper.

a sob escapes from his lips, dropping his head down onto your forehead softly before lifting back up to look down at you. 

“nga yawne lu oer.” you repeat, choking on a cough that burns at your throat. you can feel your head growing lighter and lighter from the amount of blood you’re losing. 

he can tell by the dim look in your eyes that your condition is worsening by the second, “i love you so much. more than anyone would ever know.” his voice cracks as his emotions finally spill over. 

his head hangs between his shoulders as he sobs, his body shakes with each one that tears through him. you muster up the rest of your strength to lift your arm to cup his cheek and tilt his head towards you.

and suddenly, once his eyes are on yours, the feeling of warmth spreads throughout your cold, damp body. the pain slowly starts to fade as your mind succumbs to the sleepiness tugging at your brain. his golden eyes lull you to sleep, your hand drops from his face and lands on your body with a thud. 

neteyam’s heart rate picks up as he watches you go limp and your hand intertwined within his loses it’s strength, “no, no, no, no!” his eyes frantically look over your face as your eyelids fall shut. 

“no!” he screeches in pain, it feels as if his heart has been ripped in two. he cries out your name as he lifts your upper body up to cradle you, “please no! great mother, please-!” he’s cut off when his voice cracks and goes an octave higher than it should have. 

tsireya cries silently next to you, her hand reaches out to rest on his shoulder for some sort of comfort to him. 

neteyam pulls your body close to his, tucking your head under his chin as he rocks you back and forth, “my love, you can’t leave me. i’m so sorry. i should have protected you.” 

the boy feels himself growing smaller as he holds your limp body in his arms. this heartbreak is different for him. it feels cold and weighs heavy in his chest like drying concrete. he should’ve put you in front of him- he should’ve taken the bullet for you. 

your body twitches in his grasp, making him pull back to look down at you. he leans down to bring his ear to your mouth, feeling the very subtle puffs of air leaving your nose. 

before he could rule out your death, his fingers find the pulse points scattered along your body. your heartbeat is weak, but still there underneath your skin. 

“she’s alive.” he whispers into the air in shock, his eyes look at tsireya, “she’s alive! she’s breathing!” he exclaims through his tears. 

“we can’t wait for them. we need to get her to the village right away.” tsireya stands to run to the water to summon her ilu with a few clicks emitting from her throat. 

the animal chitters as it’s head breaches the surface. neteyam picks you up to walk you to the edge, tsireya helps him into the water with you and onto the saddle with her before she takes off back towards awa’atlu. 

…

the sound of beeping is the first thing you hear when you wake up, and the sound of your own sluggish breathing. something is tightly wrapped around your right arm, your shoulder, and across your breasts; to replace your top. 

slowly, your eyes begin to flutter open, instantly being met with a pair of glowing yellow eyes belonging to norm. 

maybe you died and woke up back in the forest. 

“hey, good morning. how you feelin?” he asks you before glancing down at a tablet in his hand. 

your brain takes in everything around you, all the gear brought in by norm and most likely max too. the marui you’re in is tiny, definitely not the one you lived in with the sullys. the iv stand that holds a bag of fluids that’s connected to your good arm. the amount of mobility in your neck isn’t the greatest, forcing you to only be able to use your eyes. 

you can tell you’re laying on a cot with a blanket over your body; a familiarly weaved one. 

as you blink away the sleep from your eyes, your memories starting to flood back into your brain. panic settles in the deepest part of your chest, washing over your body like a tidal wave, “where’s neteyam?” your hoarse voice croaks nastily from your throat being tremendously dry. 

norm motions behind him with his head, “he’s sleeping over there. he’s been waiting for you to wake up for quite a bit now.” 

your head painfully turns to the side to look at your boy, who is sleeping sitting up. his arms are crossed over his chest, eyelashes fluttered shut over his cheeks. he looks so peaceful. 

“what happened?” you mumble softly, now turning your attention back to norm. 

“well…” he sighs, “you were shot and we had to get the bullet out that was lodged in your right lung. you’re honestly really lucky to be alive.” norm simplifies it with a pitiful smile as he looks at you, “now, let me wake your lover boy up.” 

norm stands to take a step towards neteyam, slightly shaking his shoulder to tell him that you’re awake. you notice how is arms are the first to fall, then his head. his body suddenly realizes it’s time to wake up, and then his eyes open. he blinks wildly as he attempts to understand what norm is saying to him. 

then his eyes are on yours, his golden-honey colored eyes you adore so much. 

neteyam practically shoves norm out of the way to crawl forward, sliding on his knees. before speaking any words to you, he leans down to press a gentle kiss against your lips which you gladly reciprocate; so soft it’s almost as if he’s afraid he would break you. 

“…and that’s my cue to leave.” norm shuffles out of the marui to give you two some privacy. 

“i can’t believe you’re awake. i thought i was going to lose you.” his eyes refuse to look at you as he stares at your heart rate on the monitor, his breathing hitches as he fights back tears. 

“neteyam… you know nothing could break us apart, not even a bullet.” you say jokingly, which he slightly chuckles at. 

you try to laugh along with him, but a cough replaces it instead. pain shoots through the right side of your body, but thankfully not as bad as it was before. he frowns at your discomfort, his hand on your upper arm rubs soft patterns into your skin. 

“i’m never going to let you out of my sight again. you know that right?” he lets out a breath, leaning down to lay his chin against your good shoulder. he looks up at you with his pretty smile. 

“wait, is everyone else okay? kiri? tuk?” worry settles in your chest. you didn’t even get to find out if they were rescued before you went unconscious. 

“don’t worry. everybody is okay. scratched up, but okay.” he breathes out, his eyes dance over your face before leaning down to kiss you once more. 

before your lips could even graze against each others, someone clears their throat from the entrance of the marui. 

neteyam lifts his head up, his ears pinning back in embarrassment when he sees his dad standing there. you can’t help but smile at jake sully, happy to see him in one piece. 

“hey, kid.” he ducks his head as he takes a step inside. as he grows closer, you notice the stitched cuts that litter his blue skin. 

“ouch. what happened to you?” you jokingly ask him, which makes the man laugh softly as he squats down to the level your cot. 

“could ask you the same thing. how ya feeling?” he briefly looks over at his son before back at you. 

“i’m alive… and probably on a bunch of pain meds so i’m feeling ppprrretty good.” you softly laugh out, slightly wincing from the dull pain. 

“alright, come on in.” he waves at doorway. 

you watch as two pairs of eyes emerge from the doorway, belonging to tuk and kiri. the little girl smiles when she makes eye contact with you, running over to your side. 

kiri takes her time to walk up to you, sitting beside her older brother as tuk pushes her dad out of the way to hug you. 

“gentle, gentle.” jake warns her. 

“i missed you.” she whispers. your free arm pats her back, before she pulls back and sits down next to her dad. 

your free hand is quickly taken away from tuk as kiri grabs it and holds onto you. “i thank the great mother everyday for keeping here you with us.” her serene voice speaks softly to you. 

“i’m so happy all of you are okay.” you feel your emotions starting to get the best of you, a small tear slides out of the corner of your eye. 

“we’re so happy that you’re okay.” jake says, smiling m down at you. 

“where’s neytiri and lo’ak?” you slightly clear your throat, your eyes darting over the sully’s surrounding you. 

almost divine timing as lo’ak slides through the entrance with his mother following, “we’re here.” neytiri gives you a soft smile as they tower over you from the end of your bed. 

norm peeks inside, his eyebrows furrowing. the sully family packed themselves so tight in here to visit you, “alright people. let her rest.” norm lectures, ushering them out one by one. 

“if he thinks i’m leaving you, he is very wrong.” neteyam whispers in your ear, making you grin.

“c’mon, neteyam.” jake says from the doorway, motioning with his hand for his son to follow. he sighs loudly as he presses a kiss to your temple and standing up. he can’t say no to his father, as much as he wish he could. 

“coming.” he grumbles as neteyam looks back at you to smile briefly before following his dad. 

your eyes roll back to stare at the ceiling, tracing every tight weave of the fabric that makes up the marui. norm checks a few things by your beside, marking down your current vitals and hooking up another bag of iv fluids. 

“you’ll be better in no time.” norm smiles down at you. 

the next few weeks go by terribly slow, you’re bed-ridden for most of the time; until norm or max decide it’s time for you to get up and stretch your legs. 

even the slightest movement is strenous. as if you just ran around awa’atlu and back, your stamina is just not the same as it was. you can barely make it past the marui outside before you have to turn back to lay down. 

today is the day that your stitches are being taken out, finally giving you free access to examine your wound. you crane your head down, bringing your chin to your chest to stare at it. it’s merely a discolored scar, no longer a hole, that is perfectly sealed. almost as if nothing has happened. 

you take a deep breath, looking up at norm and max with a smile, “thanks for everything. seriously.” 

they both nod and smile at you, “of course. anything for you. we couldn’t let anything happen to you, we promised your mom and you that.” max replies. 

the mention of your mother makes your heart tighten in your chest, but you push the thought to the back of your mind. “now, you have to follow our instructions. no exercise, no crazy swimming, you can get in the water but nothing more than slow wading and/or floating.” norm points out.

“oh, and when we say exercise, we mean nothing that will make your heart and respiration rate go up too much.” max adds, eyeing you suspiciously. 

your eyes look over them, a bit confused on what they are insinuating. finally it clicks, they mean sex. heat rises from your chest and settles onto your cheeks, slightly wiggling in your seat uncomfortably. 

“oh my god. shut up. i’m not doing any of whatever you’re saying.” you shamefully put your head in your left hand, still being wary on using your right one yet. 

“okay good.” norm nods with an awkward laugh, “alright, well the worlds waitin’ for you! go out and get it.” he motions to the door. 

“yeah, yeah.” you murmur and stand up from your sitting position on the bed. 

just as your mind ponders on where neteyam could be, his face peeks around the corner. a big smile forms on his face when he sees you standing up.

you wave at norm and max before walking outside into the sunshine, “ah there’s my girl.” his large hands consume your waist as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. you savor the feeling of properly being able to kiss him. 

he pulls back from you, his eyes glance down over your face with heavy eyelids. “i can’t believe you’re standing up right now.” his fingertips softly press into your fleshy waist out of excitement. 

the touch is so subtle but it sends a visceral jolt down your spine. all you can do is smile at him and lean into his chest for a hug. the boy wraps his arms gently around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. 

“i love you.” you mumble against his warm skin. being the first time you’ve said it to him since you were hurt. 

neteyam squeezes your frame under his muscular arms and kisses the top of your head. “i love you.” his voice rumbles deep in his chest; the sound comforts you. 

“i have something to show you.” he hums as he pulls away, “a little welcome back gift.” 

your eyebrows raise in curiosity, “oh really? what is it?” you attempt to pry, but by the looks of how his face scrunches up he isn’t going to budge on his secret. 

“lets go. i must show you.” he unravels his arms from around you to grab one of your hands. he’s gentle as he leads you towards the beach.

the warm sands sinks in between your toes, making you gasp in awe from the feeling. oh how you’ve missed this. the heat of the sun beats down on your head, enveloping your body in a euphoric state. 

the shells sitting at the shore rustle under the soft waves, creating natural music as they roll around. 

neteyam continues to lead you down to the water. you let out a happy cackle as the sea foam tickles your toes, “this is amazing.” 

he stares at you in awe from how excited you are to be with the sea again. the rays of the sun catch your features perfectly, making him want to melt into the sand. you’re ethereal to him. 

the clicking noise he makes takes your attention away from the water. you carefully watch the sea, taking notice to something stirring beneath the surface. you almost jump back in surprise when an ilu bursts from the water and squaks loudly at you both.  

“you could’ve given us a little bit of a warning, buddy!” neteyam laughs loudly as he steps farther into the water, now knee high. 

oh, how careful he is with you. his hand tightly grips yours as he approaches his bonded animal, “you ready?” he glances back at you. 

you give him a nod of approval, letting him pull you forward in the water. his hands grip your waist gently to lift you up to place you on the back of the saddle. 

has he been working out since you’ve been out of commission? the way he picks you up like you weigh nothing makes your belly burst with butterflies. it’s so attractive. 

he’s next to climb up, easily situating himself in front of you as he brings his kuru forward to make tsaheylu. your arms instinctively slither around his slender body, pressing yourself into his back. 

“hold on to me. i’m still gonna go slow, okay?” he says to you, slightly turning his head to the side to look behind him. 

“let’s go! let’s go!” you bounce excitedly as you look up at him. he chuckles in response as the ilu takes off, slower than its usual pace. 

instead of diving beneath the water, neteyam keeps both of you above the surface. the water splashes up on your legs, barely misting you in the face. 

you admire the village from this angle, feeling as if you’ve taken it all for granted before the accident. it’s always been beautiful to you, but now you take the time to look at every little detail; treasuring life.

the trip isn’t long, but it’s very secluded from the rest of the village. he follows a saltwater canal that runs between the large mangrove trees. soon the sun is taken away from you by their large branches and leaves. 

the darkness reveals the bioluminescence during the day, your eyes ogle over the side of the ilu. you’ve never seen anything like this before, not even in the forest. 

“neteyam. where are you taking me?” your voice is quiet, afraid any harsh or loud tone would disturb the peacefulness of it all. 

“tsireya showed lo’ak, kiri, and i this sort of cove,” your eyes continue to dart around the new environment, “it sits hidden somewhere amongst these trees.“ he mumbles as he searches for any familiar landmark. 

the canal splits off into two, his gut feeling is to take the right one. the water glows blue from the motion of the animal, indicating he has taken the correct path. 

the sound of running water grows louder as he continues forward, but the ilu slows down to a stop. “we have to swim the rest of the way. it is too shallow for him to swim.” 

neteyam climbs off the animal, standing up since his feet can touch the ground. he’s about chest high in the water as he reaches up for you, “here goes nothing.” you mumble to yourself, letting his hands carefully grab you to hoist you down to his level. 

the boy helps you float onto his back, “hold onto my neck. you can’t stand here and i don’t want you to swim too much.” 

you smile at his kindness, how he continues to worry about you. your legs wrap around his torso under the water, your arms drape around his neck loosely. you slightly cringe from the tightness in your right arm, huffing slightly from the pain. 

“you good?” he asks as he continues forward down the creek, “yep. all good.” you mumble quietly. 

your eyes can’t help but dance around. this place is magical, like something you would read from a human storybook. 

the soft flow of water that ripples from his movement sends serotonin chemicals to your brain. the sound of a waterfall grows louder by the second, but you see nothing in front of you. 

“here we are.” he stops for a moment, before pushing back the dense sea vines that hang from a thick branch. 

behind the leaves are brightly colored seawater pools that cascade down into a bigger one. each one is a slightly brighter blue, almost neon from the bioluminescent glow. 

you gasp in shock from the overwhelming amount of color as neteyam walks forward. he steps out of the water onto a bank, letting you down off of his back. “beautiful, right?” he’s almost breathless from the view, and he’s seen it once before. 

you take a hesitant step forward, watching how your foot sinks into the glowing sand. “this is absolutely breathtaking, neteyam.” 

you’re speechless, unable to wrack any other words out except that it’s breathtaking. you dip a toe into the water, almost leaping into it out of happiness from how warm it is. 

“these are sacred pools to the metkayina. they are connected to eywa.” he informs you as he sinks forward into the water that sparkles brightly under the motion.

you follow him into the cove, eyes taking in the foliage and rocks that surrounds the pools. “you can be within the great mother here. to connect to her, to pray, to give birth, to marry, and to mate.” the last word is almost whispered out amongst the steam that sits above the surface. 

your body becomes hot, whether it’s from the temperature of the water or his words. once neteyam is waist deep in the main pool, he turns around as he grabs his braid off of his back. 

almost as if it sensed his presence, a bright pink leave-like tendril unravels from the rocky side of the pool. you watch as he connects his queue to it, bright pink and glowing along with the rest of the world around you.

neteyams eyes flutter shut and his shoulders drop down slightly, his breathing evens out as he relaxes. your eyes dance across his abdomen, following the perfectly etched muscles in his blue skin. 

you follow the stripes that litter his body, and the freckles that sparkle in the darkness. your eyes catch the beaded neck piece he always seems to wear, smiling as you step forward. 

one of his eyes peek open to watch you shuffle closer, outstretching his hand for you to take. you reach behind your back with your good arm to grip your thick braid, bringing it around to connect it to the plant. 

your breath hitches in your chest from the feeling of uniting with eywa. your grip on his hand tightens as the feeling grows stronger, washing over your nervous system with  harmonious tranquility. 

your breathing evens out, and the ache of pain subsides in your chest. you feel as if you’re floating, or have drank a little too much of the nectar you sneak during celebrations. 

you lean into his chest, your skin bursts with tingles all over your body once you touch him. the boy almost groans in pleasure, but holds it back for his own dignity. 

you revel in the feeling of your hand gliding up his lengthy arm, feeling every little fuzzy hair. neteyam stares down at you, watching your movements with heavy eyelids. 

“i want to be one with you.” he blurts out, making your doe-like eyes shift from his body to his face. 

“with me?” your voice is slightly shaky, whether it’s from the effects of the plant or nervousness.

he unlatches his braid from the plant, motioning with a nod of his head for you to do the same. you gulp as he holds his kuru in between your bodies, ready to officially bond with you. 

the pink wisps float and reach towards the end of your braid in your hand, begging to connect with yours. you glance up at the boy in front of you, who waits patiently for you to connect them. 

you take a deep breath before moving yours closer, watching how intimately the extensions of yourselves wind up and tangle together. 

both you, and neteyam, suck in a sharp breath through your teeth in sync. the feeling of your nervous systems connecting creates a deep crater of heat in your lower belly. 

neteyam can sense your arousal; he can feel you. how you’re pulsating between your thighs for him, and your nerve endings that make him feel the same way. 

“oh, neteyam.” you mewl out, stepping forward to press your hand against his warm chest. 

as soon as your head angles up to look at up, he swoops down to catch your lips with his own. sparkles explode, making both of you cry out in amazement. 

teeth clack together as his hand presses into your lower back to pull you even closer to him. your hot body against his puts him in a euphoric state, begging you silently to let him touch you. 

he leans forward, almost bending you backwards to deepen the heated kiss. your tongues become one as you both grow more desperate for each other, to feel more. 

he whines as one of his hands slide up your side, his fingertips feel as if they’ve been replaced with feathers. his large hand hovers beneath your breast, slightly pulling back from kissing you, “can i touch you…” his voice is shallow, with the slight twinge of desperation. 

“you can do anything you want. please.” your eyes flutter open to be met by his hungry gaze. 

he presses forward, connecting your lips once again to continue where he left off. his hand grips your breast that fits perfectly in the palm of his hand, while his other hand busies itself by sliding over the swell of your ass. 

his fingers are so long, they curl against your inner thigh. so close, yet so far from where you need him the most. 

you both moan out when he finally touches you, his thumb swipes over your sensitive nipple, causing a whimper to tumble out of your lips. 

“i love how you sound.” he heaves into the kiss, making another high-pitched mewl puff into his mouth from you. 

the boy gently pulls away from the kiss, keeping your bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it. he watches how it bounces back into place, before swooping down to your neck. 

he leaves kisses and tiny love bites under your jaw and shoulder, as his hand continues to tease you against your inner thigh. 

he slightly brushes his fingertips against the cloth that separates his hand from your core, making you wail out in shock. 

he pulls back from his attack on your neck, his eyes intently look over your face. “i want to make love with you… here. if you’ll have me.” his voice is almost nervous.

you can feel the anxiety biting at your chest, itching to make itself known but you push it away. you’re safe with him, and you know he will always be gentle with you. 

“i want you, neteyam. all of you.” you nod in agreement, one of your arms lift to cup the back of his neck to pull him down to your level. 

he smiles as you kiss him, grinning like a wild man. he pulls back slightly, nuzzling your noses together, “i love you so much.” he whispers into your shared breath as he continues to keep eye contact with you. 

“i love you.” you reply before closing the space between your mouths. 

neteyam quickly takes control, moving his hand away from your breast to cup both of his hands under your ass to lift you slightly out of the water. 

he presses your back down against a rocky bank over to the side. it sits shallow in the pool, letting the warm water sit dormant against your upper thighs. 

the sully boy slots himself in between your legs as he kisses down your chest, careful over your wound until he makes it to the waistband of your loincloth. 

his big round golden eyes stare down at you, the look he gives you makes any sort of reservation disappear from your mind. 

you nod fervently to give him the okay. his long fingers tentatively hook into the thin cloth to unravel it from your body. 

once the cloth is discarded somewhere to the side, he leans down to kiss you. his lips work magic against yours as if he knows your body like the back of his hand. 

his mouth strays away from yours, pressing wet kisses down your neck until he meets your shoulder. 

“sevin nìtxan lu aynga nang.” his tempting voice growls into your ear. the feeling of his breath washing over your skin sends shockwaves throughout your nerves. “you are so pretty.”

his hand ghosts down your abdomen, tracing lines down your tender skin. at last, he finally touches you, making you cry out into humid air. 

neteyam let’s out a gasp as he mouths at your neck. the same feeling transferred over to him through your connection.

a feeling that’s so foreign to you, but something that you never want to stop. you let your hands explore his body as the pleasure sparks between your legs. your fingers dance over his biceps, across his chest and up to his neck. 

countless sounds tumble from your lips, your back arches off the damp rock as you moan out his name. neteyam chuckles deeply against your lips from the desperation in your voice, “almost, baby.” he hushes you as he dives into the kiss. 

soon his hand pulls away, leaving your chest heaving and the close proximity of your climax withering away. “whhhyyy…” you whine, your thighs clench around his hips to pull him closer. 

“not yet.” he hums. his forearm sits heavy next to your head, slightly leaning to the side to unclasp the loin cloth that sits around his hips. he throws it behind him somewhere, not caring if it lands in the water. it’s the last thing on his mind when he has you underneath him. 

you can’t help but glance down between your bodies then back up to him with wide eyes. his eyes look over your face, seeing the apprehension in your eyes. “do you trust me?” he mumbles. 

you intently watch how his wet lips move as he talks to you, almost in a trance. “yeah, of course i do.” you breathe out shakily. 

he grins from your response, “i will always be careful with you, muntxa.” 

the new nickname makes your heart soar- he referred to you as his mate. he notices your emotions growing higher, by the way your eyes go glossy. he can read you like a book. 

his lips press into yours, passionate and desperate as he situates himself below. 

this is much different from his hand, the pressure makes your fingernails dig deep into his shoulder blades. the gravelly sound he makes sends flutters up your spine, forcing your brain into overdrive to evoke more of those from his lips. 

you’re the one making him feel this way. desire clouds your thoughts, your legs aid in pushing his hips down until he is flush against your body. he stills for a moment, breathing heavily into your mouth as if he’s holding himself back. 

the next few movements of his hips make you cry out in ecstasy. he’s quick to pull more out of your chest, a flurry of his names and pleas for more. 

his lips leave marks scattered across your neck, whispering praises into your ear as your body lurches underneath him. he doesn’t hold back with his own noises which forces you closer to the edge. 

your body lets go, arms tightening around his neck to trap him close to your body as your thighs seize around his waist. you choke out a cry of his name, feeling his tail wrap around your ankles to lock you in.  

his teeth sink into the meaty flesh of your shoulder, a true sign of becoming his mate. you wince from the slight pain, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. 

his body stills and trembles on top of you, indicating his release. he pulls his mouth away from your neck, gasping for breath. his eyes examine the two red spots from his canines that pierced you. 

one of his hands come up to swipe the beads of blood away from your skin before leaning up to look at you. his forehead leans against yours, noses slotting together. “my love, you are amazing.” he murmurs breathlessly and lays his entire body weight on top of you. 

you cackle loudly from the pressure of his body on yours, “get off… can’t breathe.” you throw your head back as you jokingly let out a wheeze.

neteyam sharply lifts off of you, his eyes wide as he looks over you wildly. his quick movements give you whiplash, he sits back on his heels and stares at you worriedly. “are you okay? i’m sorry. i didn’t think you wouldn’t be able to breathe. i-.” his voice trails off when his hands rub over his face. 

you sit up in your spot, your legs still loosely draped around his hips. your small hands reach up to wrap around his wrists, pulling his hands away from his face. “oh neteyam. i was just joking.” your voice is soft. 

he flies forward, all arms as he wraps himself around you, his head presses into the crook of your neck. one of his large hands cradles the back of your head, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to upset you.” you mumble out against his chest. 

“it just- that noise. it reminded of me of everything that happened… when you were.. were hurt.” his voice croaks, obviously holding back his tears. 

your heart aches for him, guilt sitting heavy in your chest. “i love you. i’m so sorry.” you sniffle, holding onto his waist so tight like as he would be ripped away from you at any moment. 

“don’t be sorry. it’s not your fault.” he shudders, pulling back slightly. he kisses your forehead and sucks in a deep breath through his nose, “i love you.” 

you take a deep breath before unraveling yourself from his body, “let’s go in the water.” you mumble, trying to change the subject. you’re still sensitive to the mention of your ‘accident’.

he smiles down at you, his thumb and forefinger pinches your chin to look into your eyes. he wiggles out of your grip to slide backwards into the cerulean water. his hand grabs your ankle to carefully tug you along with him, “come.” he laughs. 

you use your arms to lift yourself up and hop beside him. he instantly pulls you into his chest, rocking side to side on heels. you relax in his embrace before he unravels one of his arms to pluck something out of the water. 

your eyes open to see him holding up his loin cloth, it’s soaked and dribbling into the water. you can’t help but stifle a giggle into your fist, “so that’s where it went.” 

neteyam rolls his eyes jokingly, a smile on his face as he takes a step back from you. he swoops down to peck a kiss to your lips before walking to the edge to climb out. 

you watch his every move, how he expertly ties the wet cloth back around his hips and tail. it swishes happily behind him when he turns around and sees you watching him. 

you suddenly feel a lot less clothed, crossing your arms over your chest insecurely. neteyam looks down at your breasts then back up to your face, “my love. you realize… we just?” he questions you with a cackle. 

you huff out of annoyance, looking around for your clothes he discarded everywhere. “can you please find my clothes?” you whine. 

“but i want to see you like that. you’re beautiful. i don’t like your clothes.” he teases you, placing his hands on his hips. 

“you know, i can feel my shoulder thumping from you biting me.” you say matter-of-factly with a humorous tone. 

“it was just the moment, but hey! now everyone will know not to mess with you because you’re mine.” he chuckles, his eyes glimpse at the very evident bite mark on your left shoulder. 

what a possessive little bitch. everyone knows you’re his, but now it’s evidently marked on your body; they’ll know you’ve mated. it makes your belly do somersaults, aching to jump his bones again. 

neteyam peeks around at the foliage, looking for your top and bottoms. he bends down in some plants, grabbing a piece of cloth and your beaded top a few steps away. “don’t worry, i got ‘em.” he holds them close to his chest, motioning for you to come to him. 

you huff as you wade through the warm water, taking one of his hands as he helps you take a step onto the bank of rocks.

neteyam slides the beaded top over your head, situating it over your chest. he notices how you struggle to tie the cloth on your hips, so he slaps your fingers away and ties them himself. “don’t strain yourself please.” he mumbles, “you know i’d do anything for you. even the simplest things.”

your head falls to look at your shuffling feet, feeling slightly useless from your limited mobility. he rustles with something, the sound of beads clacking makes your head peek up. 

neteyam pulls the beaded neckpiece off of his neck, lowering it to you. “no, no.” you put your hands up. you know how much it means to him, and he always wears it. “your mom made that for you. i can’t take that.” 

“yes, yes you can.” he pushes it against your neck, but your hand slithers between the necklace and your skin. 

“no, neteyam.” you shake your head, staring up at him with your furrowed eyebrows. your angry face makes humor bubble in his chest, he can’t take you seriously. 

“yes, y/n.” he mocks you, “just accept it.” he shushes you as he continues to wrap the material around your neck. 

the piece perfectly forms around your neck, sitting cold and heavy. this will definitely take some getting used to. he takes a step behind you to tie the leather pieces together, tightening it around your neck. loose enough to breathe and eat comfortably, but tight enough so it won’t move. 

“i must gift my new mate something of mine. it must be this, because the only other thing i have on me is my tweng.” he laughs. 

“i wouldn’t mind taking your tweng off.” you slyly reply with a smirk as your fingers touch and admire the woven beads. 

neteyam laughs loudly at that and throws his head back. he leans down from behind you to kiss your shoulder, “don’t worry about that. you can take it off anytime.” his voice is low, almost like a purr in your ear. 

from his very persuading words, you spin around to look at him. your fingers busy themselves to toy with the waistband of his loincloth, “can i right now?” you stare up at him through your eyelashes, craving him already. 

neteyam stills from your sudden energy, his eyes drop down to your hands then glance up at your face. “right now?” he asks almost in disbelief. 

“right now, please.” you beg, voice shaky as you desperately grab at his hips. he gives you a simple nod of his head, your hands instantly peel the wet fabric away from his body. 

neteyam leans down to pick you up, his fingertips press deep into your flesh. he presses his lips against yours, a little rougher than earlier. that’s actually amazing.  

your hands card through his braids, slightly tugging at the base of them when your back collides with the trunk of a tree. neteyam blindly unravels your bottoms, continuing to kiss you intensely. 

neteyam finishes what he started earlier, but this time he doesn’t hold back. he makes sure every last drop of your hunger is satisfied, giving you all that he has left in him the second round; and maybe even a third one. you cannot keep your hands to yourself, he’s just so beautiful and you’ve missed him so much. 

after catching your breath and getting redressed for the second time, you finally start to head back towards the village. you melt into the heat of his back, positioning your head in the divot of his spine. 

his body is so comfortable, and the sound of the water is so relaxing- you can’t help but fall asleep. you’ve exerted yourself more than you have in weeks, maybe months. 

neteyam slightly shifts, making you wake up. your eyes flutter open to be met with the white sand of the beaches of awa’atlu. “we’re here.” his voice is soft as you sit up and yawn. 

neteyam hops into the sea before helping you down with him. you follow him through the waist deep water and up to the shore, walking forward and into the warm sand. 

his hand possessively holds yours as he proudly leads you back the marui. you’re incredibly nervous to walk around with an obvious mating mark on your shoulder, and wearing neteyams neck piece.

the villagers that pass you by, stare at you in shock. whether it’s because you’re the girl that is known for almost dying, or because your scent is strongly masked by his. 

some of them whisper, and peek at you both through their peripheral vision. neteyam looks back at you with wide eyes, smoothly wrapping his arm around your shoulders instead of holding your hand. 

“i think they are jealous.” he hums. 

“jealous?” you nuzzle into his ribs, “very jealous.” he replies, and tightens his grip around your shoulders when he sees the chiefs son with a few of his goonies, “hi, ao’nung.” you wiggle your fingers at him lazily. 

the boy gawks, his eyes take in the numerous love bites you left on neteyam and the teeth mark on your shoulder. then his eyes travel to the neck piece just as you pass him, “look at them!” one of his friends whispers, making ao’nung elbow him. 

you repress a giggle in your hand, which makes neteyam sputter and press his lips to the top of your head to calm himself. 

from a distance, you take note that jake and lo’ak are standing outside of the marui. surprisingly, they’re fishing together. 

as the two of you approach them, jakes gaze falters from the water to look at you. “you’re back! look at you!” he exclaims loudly, patting lo’aks shoulder while he starts to walk towards you and his eldest son. 

“oh wow. they healed that up very nice.” he glances at the wound, before his eyes trail up to the beads sitting beautifully on your neck. he glances at neteyam, then back to you, then back to his son. 

the man clears his throat and stands up straight with his hands on his hips. obviously trying his hardest to not stare at his sons empty neck replaced with tiny bruises the size of your lips. 

lo’ak turns around from looking in the water, a grin on his face when he sees you. his eyes perceive the situation, and the tension hits him like tidal wave. 

his face drops into a cocky grin when he looks at his brother, “nice.” the boy nods his head. 

“lo’ak.” jake hisses a warning at his son, making him turn his attention back to the line in the water. 

“look, i don’t care what you kids do, i was your age once,” the sentence makes neteyam cringe, and open his mouth to speak. jake puts his hand up to silence him, “but just make sure you’re safe, and please… for the love of god don’t let your mother see.” 

“dad.” neteyam barks out a laugh, which earns him a glare, “don’t worry. we were before eywa, so mom should have no problem.” 

you can feel your body getting warmer by the second from this very awkward conversation. 

“do not tell me what?” neytiri peeks out of the entrance of the pod, her curious eyes observe the three of you. 

you watch as her face drops when she notices the jewelry adorning your neck. she takes two large steps over to you, her hand carefully touches the necklace. 

then her fingertips graze over the sensitive mark on your shoulder, “you gave her your fkxile.” she hisses out, a bit too aggressively for your liking. her eyes side eye her son, staring at him with silent fury. 

she’s mad about the necklace. not even the fact that you’re walking around with an evident bite mark on your shoulder, from her son. 

“mother, she is my yawne. i must gift her something of mine.” he explains himself to her, but all you heard was yawne.. he called you his beloved. 

she steps back with an angry huff of breath, “ah!” she hisses and balls her fists by her side. 

“you are too young,” she points at him, then turns to you, “and you are still healing!” 

“what if a child comes out of this? you are not bonded!” she continues ranting. 

neteyam steps forward slightly in front of you, “mom, don’t worry about that. we did make tsaheylu.” he puts his hands up in front of him, as if he was trying to calm her. 

her gaze shoots over to him, softening from his words. “you did?” she looks at you, smiling softly; almost proud of you and her son. 

jake steps forward from behind his wife, his face obviously worried from her changing emotions. your eyes glance over at lo’ak who is staring wide eyed and open mouthed. 

when he sees you look at him, he turns his eyes back towards the water. 

this is so awkward. being bombarded by his parents to talk about your sex life is another level of embarrassing. you smile awkwardly and nod, “alright, kids. go inside.” jake motions for you two to continue walking. 

neteyam exhales in relief, “thank you.” and grabs your hand to tug you inside quickly. “they are so fucking embarrassing.” he hisses once he is far enough away. 

the two of you stare at each for a moment, before bursting into a fit of giggles. the kind of laugh that makes your sides hurt, one that’s so contagious that neither of you can stop. 

you’re forced to lean into his body for some sort of support, but he stumbles back from your weight. this just causes you to laugh even harder when he falls back into the wall. 

your hands fall to knees, trying to take a deep breath. you feel the tears leak onto the apples of your cheeks, but there’s nothing you can do to stop. 

unbeknownst to you, jake and neytiri are staring at you two from the doorway with a smile on their faces. jake has his arm slung over his wife’s shoulder, “they really do care for each other.” he comments. 

“they are in love.” she breathes out softly, watching you and neteyam with adoration sparkling in her eyes; happy that her son has finally found his mate. 

“let’s leave ‘em alone. we can go take a ride on my tsurak?” jake suggests, looking down at her. she nods with a smile, letting him lead her away from the doorway. 

you’ve finally calmed down enough to take a full breath, a giggle still escaping here and there. you and neteyam wound up on the floor in your heap of laughter. 

his hand is intertwined with yours as you sit in front of him on your heels. you wipe your tears away with your other hand. 

“i…” you giggle, shaking your head, “love you… so much.” you hurl over, grabbing your stomach as another laugh quakes through your body. 

neteyam leans forward, one of his hands smooth down the back of your hair. his lips peck against the top of your head, making you lift it to look him in the eyes. 

“i see you, and i love you.” he mumbles, glancing down to your lips. 

when he leans forward to finally kiss you, it feels like the first time. love drunk from kissing him, you ache for more…

this boy, the one you’ve yearned for since you were a teenager; who stole your sight away from any other na’vi boy, never being able to compare to anyone else. now you’re his lifelong mate, something you never would have predicted to happen. you’ll grow old together, have your own children… it’s written amongst the stars, the sea, and in the trees. 

you never knew your heart could be this full- to love and care for someone so much; so deeply in your soul. 

there’s nobody else you’d rather be with except for him. knowing deep down he is the one for you, and you are the one for him; for the rest of your lives. 

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i hope u guys liked the ending. it’s honestly bittersweet 🥲 if u read this ur a real one & request or ramble abt something in my inbox bc i’m gonna be bored as hell now

[yellowharrington]

jaded -- chapter 2, carmy berzatto x reader

pairing + fandom: carmen “carmy” berzatto x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), the bear fx

warnings: smoking (both carmy and reader), mention of sexual content, a bit of angst. minors dni with this story please.

word count: 2k

a/n: chapter 2 is here! ty for reading and interacting w this story i very much appreciate it <3 this chapter is a bit angsty and a bit fluffy, pls enjoy!

summary: after you and carmy hook up, things change.

masterlist | chapter 1 | chapter 3

Carmy isn’t good at hookups. Especially after spectacularly fucking it up with Claire, a girl he knew deep down was probably his soulmate, he was feeling pretty fucking gross about the whole thing. He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve any of it, and pumping his loneliness into his pastry chef probably isn’t a great idea either. It felt so good in the moment, his hands wrapped around her throat and in her hair, pouring it all out into the messy thrusts. He just thought about how he wasn’t good enough for this, and was just a broken, broken person. 

You knew it wasn’t supposed to mean anything, and you’d heard whispers about Claire in the kitchen between Carmen and Ritchie, and obviously there was a history there. You had tried to pry the story out of Sydney, but she was all tight-lipped about the whole thing, not wanting to “gossip” at work. In reality, you knew she knew Claire and had heard more about what had happened on opening night, and probably just didn’t want to repeat the story to anyone. You could respect it, but at the same time, you needed to know how deep this shit went before you started being your boss’s rebound.

The kitchen that afternoon when you come in for your shift is awkward, to say the least. You ignore him, he ignores you, but it’s tense. When he sees you, all he sees is your lips hung open, moans escaping against his skin, his loose gold chain between your teeth as he plunges into you, over and over and over and…

“Behind, Jeff! Fuck, what is up with you today? Your mind is somewhere else,” Tina breaks him out of his daydream, watching as you ice the dessert in front of you, focusing on the even layers of chocolate buttercream. And you’re not laughing, no, because you don’t know if he’s daydreaming about you or still has his mind on Claire, and even though you may have a big ego, it’s not big enough to think he’s distracted by you at work. It was one fuck, one night, one mistake between two coworkers that you’d never speak of again.

“Outside, now, chef,” he’s suddenly at your station, looming over you just as you were getting lost in the frosting. “I’m fucking busy, Carm-“ you started, before his hand came down on the stainless steel beside you, gripping the edge of the counter. “Now, chef. Please.” You place the offset spatula on the clean plate beside your cake, glaring at him as you walked out back. He immediately pulled out a cigarette to put between his lips, letting the chilled air hit the bare skin of his arms. “What the fuck do we do?” he asks, more into the air than directly to you. You tighten your apron around your waist, crossing your arms over your chest. “Probably fuckin’ prep for service and serve rich assholes some marinated radishes. What the fuck else would we be doing?”

“Don’t be stupid,” he says, and it’s sharper than he intends. “No, I mean,-“ “Look, you’re the one who left in the middle of the night, alright? You’re the one who snuck out and went home before I could say anything or we could come up with a game plan. I don’t care that we fucked, we can forget it, I won’t talk about it again. Swear on my fuckin’ life,” you grab the cigarette from between his fingers and put it between your own lips. “But don’t act like I’m crazy, or like it’s my fucking fault, alright?” There’s a beat as you take a puff of his cigarette, smashing it beneath the toe of your shoe into the concrete. “Sorry for leaving,” he says, finally, “Didn’ know what else to do.” You shrugged. “Whatever, Carm, it doesn’t have to mean anything, if you don’t want it to. I’ll live and let live if you will. Just be fuckin’ cool, don’t tell anyone. I don’t want people to know that I fucked my boss, or whatever.” He smirks, “Heard, chef.” 

And it all seems alright for a bit. The kitchen is back to normal, you’re back on pace, and you and Carmy are fine. 

- 

The weeks pass and the world falls back into its natural orbit. There’s a hookup here and there, a few nights where he comes home with you after service, all under the guise of a drive home. You feel obligated to invite him up for something to eat (because God knows he hasn’t all fucking day), and before you can get in the door he’s already hot on your heels and breathing down the back of your neck. And there you are, breath hitched in your throat, struggling to get the door open, feeling his hand come around your front and slide into the waistband of your jeans.

Sometimes he stays, sometimes he doesn’t. It’s a toss up if you have to be in for service the next morning, and you usually hear him grabbing his coat from where it’s laid on the kitchen table, the jingle of his car keys in the right-hand side pocket being just loud enough to wake you from your deep slumber. Sometimes you’re coherent enough to ask him to stay, but he’s got one foot out the door and he can easily pretend not to hear you. And it’s fine, really.

A Saturday rolls around, the busiest day of the week, and there’s a few mumbles around the kitchen that Carmy’s in a bad mood today, and he’s not to be fucked with.

You were nothing if not nosy, so when Richie and Natalie are having a heated conversation in the dining room before prep starts, you can’t help but insert yourself. “What’s up, guys? Everything chill?” Richie shot you a look, but not before leaning down closer to your ear, sworn to secrecy.“Claire bitched out Carmy on a drunk phone call last night,” He starts, before Natalie can stop him. “No, it wasn’t-“ “Yeah, it was. It was gnarly. She finally actually got mad about opening night and let him fuckin’ have it, good for her,” he laughs, letting his hands plunge into his pockets. “What did she say?” Natalie’s sweet voice was a sharp contrast to Richie’s, low, and soft, when she replied, “He didn’t say much. Just that she called, and he had his stupid sad puppy dog eyes on, so obviously she must’ve said some… stuff.”

Carmy was scrubbing the floors of the kitchen, head down, obviously not taking any notice to the mini staff meeting in the dining room. “Just don’t mention it, ‘kay? I don’t think anyone’s supposed to know. He hasn’t heard from her in weeks and now he’s all fucked up over it, he’ll probably be a real bitch later.” “Heard, chef. Will try not to piss off Princess Carmy.”

The service isn’t so bad. Carmy’s mopey - downturned eyes, less yelling than you’d anticipated. It’s almost scary; seeing him rather calm, a little sad, reduced to a heartbroken boy who just feels fucking bad for himself. You try to stay out of his way, focusing on getting plates of custard and cake out in time, with no mistakes. It’s a lot of ‘yes chef, thank you chef, great chef’. You’d almost actually prefer it like this.

You find him out back having a cigarette right before you’re gonna head out. He hasn’t bothered to put his sweater or coat on, arms bare against the cold night air as he blows the hot smoke into a cloud above him. “Hey,” you start, sitting next to him. It feels a little odd to be close to him - intimate, in a way that you’re not used to. “You seemed off tonight. Is something up?” You put your hand out expectantly for a cigarette, and he obliges, with his lighter to follow. 

“No, chef,” he starts, dusting some salt from the street off his shoe. “Thank you though.” “You know I don’t have to be chef outside of that kitchen,” you bump a shoulder with him. “You’ve called me a lot of other names, God knows.” He stifles a laugh and looks at you again, with a softness in his features you’d never really seen before. “I just had a rough night last night, is all,” he finishes. “Just feels so fucking bad. I feel like I’m so bad at… this.” He gestures to the night sky around him. “I don’t know how to balance anything. I keep… I keep fucking losing people. People I like, people… people I fucking love. And like, what am I supposed to do about that?” You can see his face get hot as he lets the heel of his hand rub his eye. “You let it happen,” you finish, taking a puff of your own cigarette. “You do what you can and you let yourself feel it and you mourn and grieve until you can’t anymore, until it doesn’t feel right to anymore.”

He nods in agreement, letting you both smoke in silence. “Can I give you a ride home?” He asks, and you know what that means. “Yeah,” you agree softly. “Sure, thanks. Go get your stuff, I’ll wait here.” When he’s back, he locks the back door of the restaurant and lets you stand up first, following behind you.

When you make it back to your place, it’s different. He’s comfortable here now, having been in your space enough times to know where he was welcomed. Normally, it goes like, he’s panting down your neck before you can even get in the door, and once he’s put his stuff down, the back of your knees are hitting the mattress, wet sloppy kisses along your collarbones and neck, down over your breasts and down down down…

But he’s not being like that. When he sets his coat down, he finds his way to your couch. You pull a glass out of the cupboard to fill with ice and cold water, handing it to him before doing the same for yourself. “Can we… can we go to bed?” He asks, and it’s softer than usual. “Sure,” you smile, opening the door to your bedroom and watching as he strips bare, before pulling out a pair of grey sweat pants he had stashed in your closet. You’d stayed the night at his one time, so-affectionately wearing them in the morning to make him a cup of morning coffee, and decided just to wear them home. “Keep them,” he had said to you that day, “just in case.”

When he climbs in between your white sheets, he seems to instantly relax. He generally did after work, from what you saw - and even though he often had a hard time letting the day go, it seemed like whenever he was with you, he could let it go a little easier. You grabbed a pair of pyjamas for yourself and slid them on, before cracking the window slightly and letting the cool breeze in. The chain around his neck glistened in the moonlight, as he let his eyes flutter closed, just for a minute. When you let your hand brush over his arm, tracing the faded inky lines of his tattoos, he opened one eye slightly, eliciting a small laugh from the side of his mouth. “Feels nice,” he offered, soft against the sounds of the nighttime. “Would you be offended if we didn’t fuck tonight?” His eyes are still closed, and even though it seems a bit ridiculous to ask, you can tell it was hard for him to get the words out. It didn’t really mean that, it meant, can we just be here, together, and enjoy each other for a night? Do you want me here if not for that? 

“Of course not, Carmen,” you let your head hit the pillow, kissing his shoulder and letting your hand grasp his bicep. “You never call me Carmen,” he comments, voice soft, before he looks over at you. “I kinda like it. Only you, though.” You let the curls of his hair tangle around your fingers as he started to drift off, you following not long after. And it’s actually fine this time.

[pip-n-chips]

This line right here has had a choke hold on me for the last five minutes, sir, on god?

hnnnnfggshshjsk SIR

quick content warnings: pregnancy talk (PC used to be pregnant), Harper being a right fucking creep, kidnapping kinda??

If I remember correctly, IRL, there's a certain amount of time that has to pass before it's safe to have sex again after giving birth (seems like it ranges from 2 to 6 weeks), and Harper would be mindful of that before doing anything to you. (He doesn't want to damage to your pretty little hole!)

But here's the issue- Harper wants to be the FIRST one to fuck you postpartum. He's been thinking about knocking you up with your next kid ever since you got pregnant with the first one, and there's no way in hell he's going to let someone else get that chance before him. He's earned it, he thinks. He's been so helpful throughout your pregnancy; he's been there every step of the way. He deserves it, he knows. You owe him that.

His solution is to keep you somewhere safe, somewhere monitored, where he KNOWS you're safe. Maybe it's a private room in the hospital, locked behind a keycard swipe. You'll be allowed visitors, at first. He's not some monster; if your loved ones want to come see you, they may. But he doesn't like the way some of them look at you, and he hates the way you look at them back. So the visitor hours grow shorter and shorter, effectively cutting people off. (He's also very particular on which nurses come to treat you. This hospital is full of dangerous people, and, unfortunately, he doesn't have the authority to fire whoever he pleases.)

If people ask, he mentions something about irregular results. Uses a lot of buzzwords, says it's not safe for outside germs to come near you. That they need to be extra careful around you, so it's best to leave you be. To rest.

This moves onto the next part, he needs to keep you in his grasp long enough for it to be safe to fuck you again, to breed you again. (And yes, Harper could get you pregnant in other ways- he could insert his sperm via tube/syringe like he's done to many test subjects before, but his cock disagrees. He needs to feel himself inside of you. He's waited long enough. He can wait a little more, the prize'll be worth it.) He uses similar excuses explanations as to why he needs to keep you with him at the hospital longer. He needs to monitor your levels, your progress.

"Something seems wrong," he'd say, "best to keep you longer, for your health."

It's easier to handle when other people come to him for answers, looking to call him out on his bullshit. They have no power here, he doesn't even have to talk to them, if he really didn't want to. (But he's no coward, he can stand tall with a smile that'll make others shy away.) All it takes is a little manipulation to get them to turn around. He's the expert here. He knows what's best for you, not them. If they refuse, well, it's bad to cause a ruckus in a healing environment, yeah? They'll be kindly escorted out.

It's harder when it comes to you, though. It's not like he wasn't expecting it- he's prepared- but it's still disappointing when you start getting restless. You want to leave, he gets that. You want to go home, to be with your kid. And he understands that. But you can't go yet. Not yet. Not until he gets what he wants. Not until you're ready. But, unfortunately for him, your patience runs out before the timer does, and you're,,, less than happy. And he didn't want to do this (he did, he was just waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect excuse), but your behavior starts to get so erratic and upsetting, so he throws you in the asylum. (Poor thing. So distraught, you're a danger to yourself. He had to step in.) Somewhere even more isolated safe, and he keeps you there for as long as he needs.

When the time comes, after one of your examinations, Harper is shaking from restrained excitement. He almost forgets to hypnotize you, drug you, whatever- he's just so eager to be inside you and pump you full of his seed.

And when he does get to... oh boy, it's heavenly. The wait was worth it.

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

That’s how you do it in a bush

Sniper x f!reader: yall fuck outside not really in a bush I just thought him saying that was hot

You were running away from an opposing team member, knife in hand as you searched for a place to lay low for a minute or two. You ran towards a a rock, turned the corner and ran right into the chest of your teams sniper

You shrieked and fell back onto the ground.

“Watch where you’re going Shiela.” He shook himself off and held a hand out towards you

“Sniper, I need to hide somewhere.”

“And why is that? It’s a battle field, mate.”

“Spy, he’s chasing me.”

Sniper sighed and led you behind to his hiding place.

“No one even knows this is over here so don’t blow my cover. Got it?”

You nodded and sat down, your back against the wall of Rocky material.

Sniper went back to his position, aiming at and shooting any of the opposing team members who crossed even slightly into his territory. After a couple of minutes you went to get up and leave but you were met with Sniper once more. Falling right back into his arms like you had countless times before.

“Y/n, I’ve got a bit of “problem”, think you could help me with it?”

You looked up at him as he looked down into your eyes with a pale blush across his face

“What is it-“ you were cut off by the feeling of something pushing against your upper thigh

“Sniper- were on the battlefield, remember?” You said in a low, soft voice

“Mhm.. but no one knows this little spot exists, remember?” He retorted back

You nodded.

“Come on, mate. It’ll be quick” sniper sang into your ear as he kissed your neck

Your thighs clenched together and you caved in “.. fine, be quick.”

“Good girl, turn around, okay?”

You nodded and turned around, hands and face against the rocky wall your back once was against.

Sniper undid his pants and pulled his already hard cock out. He took your pants off, a gloved hand coming to rub your pussy through your wet panties as he pumped his cock some more. Sniper slipped your panties off and teased you with his cock.

“Don’t tease.. come on mundy.”

“Needy? or are you scared someone just might see us?” He said as he slipped the tip of his cock into your soaked pussy

You moaned against the surface you were standing against “Both..”

Sniper chuckled and lifted you against his chest, linking one of his arms behind both of yours then placing the other on your hip. A small bump forming as his cock pressed against your cervix.

Sniper kissed your neck as he began vigorously thrusting in and out of your cunt. Your moans flooding freely. Your mind going blank at the pure feeling of ecstasy washed over you.

“F-uh-ck, m-Mundy..”

“Yeah Sheila? What’s up dear?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned out “h-harder!”

“You got it baby” Snipers grip o your hip became harder as he fucked into your harder. Your knees were pressed together in an attempt to hold yourself up in fear your legs would give out as they shook. Your slick ran down your legs and onto the dry, dirt filled ground.

“please- keep going.. gonna cu-“

“Not yet. Dont cum yet.” Sniper said as he fucked into your core

“No no no, please mick don’t- don’t do that to me I can’t hold it back anymore please” you pleaded

“You will or ill punish you for misbehaving”

You groaned at the burning sensation growing in your abdomen. You leaned your head back against him, you were way too weak to hold it up at this point

“Just hold on for a little longer, okay doll?”

You attempted to nod in agreement but couldn’t even muster the slightest amount of strength to do that.

“You’re perfect babe, your body, your face, everything about you. God, you get me so hot, how could you ever expect me to resist fucking your beautiful little body into a mess?”

His words sent jolts through your body.

“You ready Sheila? I’m gonna cum, let’s cum together”

This sentence caught your attention, your head shot up

“Fuck fuck fuck! Yes! Cum inside me please, mick please”

“Of course doll..” he said in between thrusts “cum for me baby” he demanded

Just like that his last few thrusts sent you spiraling, your orgasm ripped through you as he filled you deep with his cum. He waited, then let your arms go. You fell against the rock wall again. Sniper chuckled at the state he had left you. He lifted you up and helped you get your clothes back on, properly, after he had situated himself.

Sniper picked you up and took you to his sniping nest

“Stay here bird. You should lay down.” Sniper said, then kissed your forehead.

You nodded and drifted off to sleep.

Getting ready for a hookup and it better play out like this or I’m not ever going back (that’s a lie)

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Shadows

This is part 7 of Snow In The Dark. I hope you like it :)

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow hides in the crashed ship with the rest of the others, only to learn that its not as safe as it seems.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language. Mentions of death.

Part 1 Part 6

Let me know if you want to be tagged :P : @here4thespice @amarokofficial @backseat-serenade-dizzyhurricane @pinkcrystal44

The inside of the crashed ship was pitch black. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Hearing a few clanks, a light floods the small space as they turn on a torch.

“She should have stayed down.” Jack says looking up at me is sad from seeing Sharon die. 

“If she only would have stayed down she would be okay. Like you.” She says, wrapping her arms around me in the middle burying her head in my chest.

“Shh, I know. I’m so sorry.” I say rubbing her back. Thinking of Riddick knowing if it wasn’t for him I would be dead. Very dead.

I don’t know what made him save me but I wasn’t going to question it. In fact I was wishing I knew a way to repay him.

“You remember the boneyard?” Johns asks, making me look at the man I was just thinking about.

I swore I could see a smirk settle on his face. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking the same thing as me.

“This just might be the thing that killed everything else on this planet.”

“What are we gonna do now?” Jack asks, looking up at me.

“We are gonna stick together like we always do.” I say smiling at her.

“Is this the only light we have? Is this everything?” Paris asks.

“There's a cutting torch on the floor here somewhere.”

“Quite, please, everyone.” Iman says, him placing his ear on the door.

Jack moved away from me to do the same.

The wailing of the creatures outside being heard in the distance. I take a breath, feeling my heart drop knowing we are slowly getting surrounded.

“Why do they do that? Make that sound?” Jack asks.

“It’s how they see. With sound reflecting back. Letting them know where we are.” I answer everyone turning to me.

I jump along with everyone else when rattling sounds from behind me make me spin around to face the noise. Everyone is shining their lights trying to see what is going on.

“Could be a breach in the hull. I don’t know.” Carylon says softly.

“Oh great.” I mutter not wanting to think about how many of those things are in here with us.

“Come on, Johns. You got the big gauge.”

“I’d rather piss glass.” Johns says, making me snort.

“Of course you would.” I say, earning a glare from him.

“Why don’t you go fucking check?” He says, challenging me.

“I’m not staying here anymore.” Paris says before I can answer.

“Where are you going?” Johns asks spinning around to go after him.

“Hey! Hey!.” Johns says, the others stopping him from opening the door.

I ignore them easing closer to Riddick, him looking down at me, his eyes shining. He didn’t have to say anything. It was clear he didn’t want me to check out if there were any monsters in here with us.

I step closer to him, my stomach flipping as I do. Like standing on a tall ledge getting ready to jump. Pure adrenaline was pumping through me when I stood next to him.

He jerks his head for me to follow him, us getting closer to the group.

“Hurry!” Iman yells, him opening up a small closet for us to get into.

Riddick, herding me into it before slipping into it himself, the others rushing in as well.

“Now we are trapped in a much smaller space. I hate this” Paris says, making me roll my eyes.

‘At least we are not out there with it.’ I wonder how these people were going to survive.

My head snaps to Iman yelling at the creature outside stabbing through the door with its claw. Almost hitting his head.

‘Oh great it’s smart.’ I think, as Riddick leans down, lighting the cutting torch off Paris lighter makes him jump and look up at him.

I move closer to Riddick as he starts cutting a hole through the wall. Johns firing shots off at the door we just came through.

“Does it not realize these things like noise?” I ask, Riddick lifting his mouth in a smirk.

I smile glad he got my joke. 

He passes the torch to me as he kicks the newly made door open. A circle hole letting us out of the room and into a bigger part of the ship.

I crawl through it following him, Carylon and the others behind us. I pass her the torch, to help the others get through.

Jack latching onto me once more. I smile at her wrapping my arms around her to hold her close. Her eyes bounce around the room as the others start barricading the hole.

“Where is Riddick?” Johns asks, looking around.

Letting go of Jack I turn around to see Riddick has disappeared.

“I said," Where is Riddick?” Johns says again, making me realize he was talking to me.

“I don’t know. I don’t have a tracker on him.” 

“Go find him.” He says, gesturing  towards the dark ship.

I roll my eyes not wanting to cause an argument with Johns. It would be quieter if I just did as he asked. I didn’t want the creatures to find us again.

“Stay with the group. I’ll be right back.” I say to Jack.

I move to start easing into the darkness. Taking slow cautious steps. Feeling like we were in the cargo bay of the ship I moved past boxes and nets.

The more I walked the darker it got since I was getting away from the group's light source. Moving farther and farther away until I couldn’t hear or see them anymore.

I was submerged in complete darkness when I felt the feeling of being watched. Swallowing, I slow down, trying to listen harder. To see if I could hear anything around me.

I take a deep breath, when I feel arms wrap around me. A large hand covering my lips as I was pulled into a firm chest.

The growing familiar smell of Riddick invading my senses. I don’t know how I could relax and have my body heat up at the same time.

He doesn't say anything. Only uses his hand on my mouth to make me look up.

Looking up to see the movement of something. I blink a few times shocked when my vision clears enough to see the silhouette of a creature eating something.

I let him pull me back into the shadows. Into an even darker space if that was possible. Hidden for the beast. Or at least hidden enough that it cared about its meal more than us.

His hand falls from my face to my waist as he eases around me. Moving to stand in front of me. His large frame blocked me from view.

If I didn’t know any better I would say he was protecting me. But he wouldn’t do that? Would he?

Despite the question in my mind I reach up and grab the back of his tank top. Telling myself it was in case he took off I would know to follow. To run to safety but I would be lying if I didn’t find something comforting about touching him in some way.

I’ve definitely lost my mind it seems.

We stay like that for a moment or two waiting for an opening to slip away I’m guessing until one of Imen’s boys comes around the corner.

I feel my stomach drop knowing this is only going to end badly.

He lets out a gasp when the flesh of whatever the monster was eating falls in front of him. The creature makes a sound, turning to face us, clearly earring the boy.

“Extremely..bad..timing.” Riddick says slowly, easing out just enough for the boy to see him.

I knew I was blanked in darkness and Riddick’s body but It didn’t stop my heart from picking up. My gut telling me this was about to go south.

“Just don’t run.” Riddick says, sounding like he was barely moving his mouth. 

“Riddick?” Carylon says, hearing his voice.

“Don’t. Stop. Burning.” He answers her, him standing perfectly still.

I matched him, realizing he figured out something about these things. They could only see you when you moved.

Hearing the crate behind us move and creak as a creature climbs onto it I ease closer to Riddick. Pressing myself into him, not wanting to be close enough for that thing to sneak up and grab me.

Both of us look up watching the creature's claws grow. Riddick’s large hand reaches back finding my hip, him easing us sideways into the shadows once more. His hand doesn't leave my body once we are locked in place again.

I watch the claw snap out at the boy making him jump and take off running. The creature flying after him. Another creature killed him, and the two began to fight.

I gasp when Riddick grabs my shirt pulling me after him as he starts to run, letting go as soon as he knows I'm right on his heels.

We book it towards the group, the light in the distance. Hearing us coming the group turns, shining their lights at us, at Riddick. I hear him yell and watch as he falls over holding his face, but it’s not in time enough for me to trip and fall on him. Making him grunt. The creature flying over us right towards the others.

It screeches flying off as Johns starts shooting at it.

“I’m sorry.” I say, moving to get off him. Riddick pushes himself up standing next to me.

Everyone screams as the monster falls from the ceiling, all of them huddling around it. I stay back not wanting to be anywhere near the thing.

“Is it alive?” Carylon whispers.

“I hope so.” I answered her, the sound of sizzling filling the air.

“It’s like the light is scalding it.” Paris says as the flashlight moves over its dead body.

“It hurts them. The light hurts them.” She says.

Hearing more noises Iman calls for his child.

I looked at the floor knowing the kid was not going to answer.

“We’ll burn a candle for him later.” Johns says, making me want to throw something at him.

“Come on, let's get out of here.” He says turning to head back to kick open the next door way.

[darnell-la]

Could I request a non-con Rafe Cameron? He’s obsessed with Pope’s older female cousin who comes to visit/help Heyward since Pope is constantly AWOL. Rafe flirts her without making any commitment until she’s set to leave OBX and does everything he can to lock her down.

Acting fast

Y/n’s pov

Doing Popes work while he’s AWAL is the worst. He’s a very heavy duty and fast man but ever since he’s been doing this treasure hunt, he’s lacked in all of his chores. Now I’m here to pick up where he left off at.

I’m currently walking up to Sarah Cameron’s house after getting an anonymous letter, inviting me tonight. I figured it must be some random dude who might of flirted with me a few weeks ago so accepted and came.

I honestly think Rafe invited me. He alway does but I usually never go unless I’m with JJ or Pope. They hate the thought of me alone around Rafe. They say he’s bad news but I can’t see him killing me if anything like that. I think I’ll be fine with one night alone.

“Aye, y/n!” A dude who always flirts with me, said as I walked by him and his friends. “Hey, conner,” I smiled back as I walked through the back doors of the Cameron’s house.

As soon as I walked through the doors, I smelled weed, alcohol and alcohol other things that I couldn’t figure out. I heard a few women whisper things about me but I ignored them as always.

“Joint!” The dude at the mini bar asked me. I usually have JJ get me one because I don’t know what these men do to the ones they give out to women but hey, it’s only this one time. I hope. I Hope he gets back soon…

“How much?” I asked. “For you? Free,” he smirked at me. “Oh,” I said with a slight smile as i took the joint from his hand then a lighter. “Have fun. You know where to find me,” he winked then went to serve other people.

I ended up sitting downs somewhere outside after getting myself a cup of punch mixed alcohol. After smoking the whole joint, I flicked the rest somewhere in the grass then got up to go to the bathroom.

I pushed through people, stumbling and mumbling as I felt myself about to piss on myself. I angrily pushed people until someone pushed me back. Rafe Cameron.

“Ah, look who made it! Little miss I’m to good for the Kooks,” Rafe said, making Emma scoff and roll my eyes. “Or maybe I’m just to good for you,” i said, making his friends oouu throughout the party.

“We’ll see about that, princess,” Rafe said. I rolled my eyes again as I pushed passed him and made my way upstairs to finally use the bathroom. I rushed through the hallway until I finally found the bathroom to relieve myself.

I’ve noticed that even after relieving myself, i didn’t feel better. My stomach still turned and twisted as my head pounded. Usually after doing this, I’ll feel way better but it’s like I’m getting worse every seconds. I can barley see.

“Fuck,” I cussed as I stumbled out of the bathroom. The halls seem longer then they were when I came up here. “That worked fast,” someone said behind me, making me turn slowly and carefully. It’s Rafe.

“What? I had to piss,” I slurred. “Maybe it’s cause you’re a stoner whore but that’s fine. As long as I’ll always have you so cute and helpless,” he said as he walked towards me, causing me to back up.

“What? What are you talking about?” I asked, backing up and hoping to get to the stares until tripped. I almost fell to the ground until Rafe caught me. Rafe then threw me over his shoulder and began walking the opposite way to the stairs.

“Hey, put me down!” I demanded but he didn’t listen. He continued walking until he made it into a room, closed and locked the doors before throwing me on a very comfortable bed.

“I did what you asked, now you do what I ask,” Rafe said as he unbuttoned and ripped his shirt off and began fondling with his beltbuckle. “I- What? What do you want?” I asked, having a hard time focusing.

“Spread your legs so I can pump that sweet pussy of yours,” he said, shocking me. “What!? Wait- No! I’m not doing- Rafe, get off! Get off of me!” I yelled at him as he started forcing my skirt off. “Resist and I’ll make your life harder than it’ll already get,” he threatened.

I kept fighting, hoping he’d stop but he didn’t. He proceeded to rip my panties clean off. I can tell he did a line of coke before he brought hisself upstairs. It’s like he powered up.

“Get off of me you dick!” I yelled at him with cracks in my voice as he forced himself in between my legs. “I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight,” he growled under his breath as he began to force his tip into me.

“Rafe, no! No!” I screamed, feeling every percent of alcohol and weed get to me. “Fuuck!” Rafe groaned as he pushed deep inside me. “No!” I cried as my head began to pound harder.

“Cmon, princess. Don’t tell me you hate it,” Rafe fake pouted as he pushed my waist into the bed. He slammed into me with no mercy, ignoring and taunting my begs and cries. He won’t stop.

“Just relax. You’re not getting out of this, baby,” Rafe whispered as my eyes started feeling heavy. It’s not hard to tell I was probably laced. “I made sure you’d have a good relaxing night,” he said as he kept his ruthless pounding.

“P-Please,” I tried pushing at his chest but I’m getting weaker by the second. “Sure, I’ll go faster,” he said and did. “N-No, no,” I cried low as my cervix began to hurt. “Mhm, fuck, I’m close,” he groaned. That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

NEXT DAY

As soon as I woke up, I smelled bacon, egg and a pancakes. I smiled for a split second until I remembered last night. I quickly jumped out of bed but feel on my ass, as my legs were to weak.

I stayed overnight here. At the Cameron’s house. I’m Rafe Cameron’s bsf. After he raped me. I habe do get out of here. I can’t be seen here.

I slowly got up and limped over towards the door, still feeling pounding in my head. “You up?” Rafe asked as he opened the door, causing me to step back a few steps. Why does he look happy? Does he not remember what he did to me?

“Why, Rafe?” I asked, feeling my eyes burn at the tears being held back. “Why what?” He asked. “Why did you rape me?” I asked him, hoping he’d apologize and let me leave in peace.

“I didn’t rape you,” he said, causing my heart to drop. “It’s not rape if most of the time you were moaning and whining. And also cumming in me all night,” he said, making me feel sick.

“I-I gotta go,” I said, feeling my heart ache. “Nah, you’re staying here,” Rafe pushed me back. “No, I’m leaving!” I yelled at him which gained my a hard slap to my face, causing me to fall to the ground. He quickly hovered over me and grabbed my neck, forcing me to look at him.

“Yell at me again, y/n, and I’ll fuck you in your ass,” he threatened as tears streamed down my face. “Now come downstairs to eat,” he said as he got up. That’s when I quickly kicked his crotch, causing him to instantly fall to the ground in pain.

“Fuck!” He yelled as I got up and limped over to my shorts I was going to leave. I grabbed my phone and keys that were on his desk then ran out of his room to get away from him.

I safely got home and ran into my house quickly to take a shower, hoping I can get him out of my mind and off of my body. I’ve always known he was bad but not like this. I didn’t know he was evil. This is why JJ never wanted me around him.

SKIP A FEW DAYS

I’m currently in front of Mr. Wards house after he send an email, telling me to drop off the paint he ordered, today. I never wanted to come back here but I don’t see Rafe’s motorcycle in sight. Maybe he’s gone. I hope he is.

I took a deep breath before getting out of my car and grabbing the paint, Mr. Ward ordered. I made my way to the front of the house and knocked a few times until I read a note telling me to place the paint in their living room.

I sighed as I slowly opened the front door. Of course it was unlocked. He might be out. Maybe that’s why Rafe isn’t here. I quickly made my way to their living room and placed the pant down.

I pulled out my phone and emailed Me. Ward back, telling him I left the paint right next to their couch with all the painting towels he needs.

I turned around and went to head out until I saw Rafe leaned up against the wall. “That was to easy,” he said. “You- You planned this days ago,” I said, feeling my heart pound. “And it worked,” he said after he pushed himself off of the wall.

He took a hard step towards me, making me jump in fear. He’s playing with me. He’s even laughing to himself because he knows I’m scared and helpless. It’s like he’s the cat and I’m the mouse.

“Rafe, don’t do this. Just let me go and I won’t tell. I-I promise,” I said. “Who’s going to believe a Pogue anyways?” He asked and right after dashed after me. I quick turned around but couldn’t get away.

Rafe grabbed my hair and pulled me over to the back of a couch. “No!” I screamed and fought but he liked it. How can I tell? He’s grinding his cock on my ass. “That’s it. Cry for me. Makes me rock hard,” he whispered in my ear.

“No, no, no!” I cried, hoping he’d lay me go but I need to stop trying to see the hood in him. He’s evil. “I made love to you the other night and you called it rape,” Rafe spoke as he pulled my shorts and panties down.

“I’ll show you rape,” Rafe said as he pulled himself out of his shorts. “No!” I tried pushing myself off of the couch but I was to late. He slammed into me roughly as he grabbed my hair and waist.

“You’re just so irresistible. I should have started earlier,” he groaned in my ear as I cried. I feel myself growing wet, but I don’t like this. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

“Fuck, I need to see your face,” he cussed as he pulled me off of the couch then pushed me to the ground. “Wait, Rafe, please!” I begged, trying to crawl backwards but he hovered over me and wasted no time to push into me.

“Fuuuck! Look at this. Look at how much she needs me,” Rafe watched as his cock slipped in and out of my cunt with ease. “You’re sucking me in. You want me, don’t you, y/n? I’ve always known,” he said, now inches away from my face.

“The way you dress around me, you must have been asking for it. I’d think Pope would have spoke to you about me and how I am. Especially JJ. I get what I want and it’s not hard to see I wanted you. Now I have your,” he growled in my ear as he picked up his paste.

“N-No! Get off of my you bastard!” I tried screaming, praying people would hear me and save but this only made him laugh more. “You’re so pathetic without your boys, aren’t you?” Rafe said as he gripped my neck tightly with both hands and leaned up to watch my body.

He knows I’m weak and he loves it. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me. I’m like his prey. He’s wanted me for awhile and now he finally has me. He took me. I didn’t have a choice.

ONE MONTH LATER

“Yeah, I’ll be at the pool party. I just have to take care of business real quick,” I spoke on the phone with JJ. I told him that I’ve recently been assaulted and that my pregnancy test came up positive. I didn’t want to tell Pope but I felt like I had to tell JJ.

He was angry the day I told him. He wanted to know who did it. He even went as far as getting his gun and trying h to pull me to his car so I can drive him to the person but I broke down and cried. He clammed down and took care of me that day. He also convinced me to tell the group everything if this test comes out positive.

“Okay, don’t be late and wear my favorite suit. You know, for pictures,” he joked making me laugh. We said a few more things then hung up. I took a deep breath and made my way towards the Cameron’s house again.

I came here to confront Rafe amd catch his reaction on video when I tell him I’m pregnant. I should have came here with JJ but he probably would kill Rafe once he sees him. He would.

I rang the doorbell of the Cameron’s house ams stood outside for a couple of minutes before Rafe opened up the door in anger. He went to say something, probably in anger until he realized it was me. I hate the way his face lights up when he sees me.

“I told you, you’d be back. Only took a month, huh? Thought it was gonna be faster,” he chuckled to himself, making me slap me across his face. He grabbed his face, shocked at my actions as I began to cuss him out.

“You tried ruining my life, but it didn’t work! You’ve only brought me closer to the man I love, I’ve been focusing on myself more and now I’m- I’m way more confident in myself. Fuck you! You’ll never see me or this baby again,” I said.

I turned around to walk away but stopped after Rafe spoke. “So I succeeded?” He asked. “What?” I asked as I slowly turned around. “I mean, I did tell you you’ll be back and look at you. Back right?” He said in his cocky little voice.

“You fucking planned this!?” I yelled, feeling my stomach curl up. He’s sick. He’s so sick! “After hearing the news about you moving, I had to act fast. So I did,” he said as he took a step out of his house, causing me to take a step back.

“Rafe… What the fuck!” I yelled at him as tears ran down my cheek. All he did was smirk and scan me. It’s like he’s turned on by how shocked and scared I am. Sarah was right about him.

“You’ll be hearing from the cops soon,” I said as I slowly backed away then quickly turned around. I heard him move so I sped down the stared, trying not to seem like I was running away from him so he wouldn’t think I was to frighten of him but he knew. He was very much aware.

“Who’s going to tell them,” he said, right behind me. I sent my feet to take off but he grabbed me and picked me up. “No! Help! Help me-“ I screamed until he covered my mouth.

I kicked, punched, slapped, yelled. I tried everything to prevent him from dragging me into his house but he succeeded.

“Keep screaming. You know how much I like it by now,” he whispered in my ear, giving me time to throw my head back. He quickly let me go and yelled in pain. I sadly didn’t break his nose but at least he’s bleeding and hurt.

I quickly got up and ran to the back of his house as he followed me. I can hear how angry he is by his breathing and the things he’s saying as he’s chasing me around his house.

“You fucking bitch, broke my nose,” he cussed at me. I guess I did break it. It’s well deserved. “When I get my hands on you I’ll- God! You better be fucking glad you’re carrying my baby,” he angrily said, getting closer.

Him reminding me that I’m carrying his baby, instantly caused me to cry harder then I am. He’s my nightmare. I can’t escape him.

“Gotcha,” Rafe said as he picked me up. I kicked and screamed again, trying to fight against his hold but he’s way to strong. “I’ll have to tie you down this time. Don’t wanna hurt the baby,” he said in my ear.

He dragged me to a door right by the stares, scaring me. When Sarah had a party, she strictly warns people not to go down there because her brother would kill them. She told us and the gang that he’s been working on it for awhile now.

“Rafe, no!” I yelled as I tried grabbing onto the door frame but he ripped me away. “Cmon, baby. You’ll love it here!” He said like he was exited to show me what he has down here.

“No, I won’t, just- Rafe, please let me go. Please!” I cried as we made it downstairs. “Cmon! You don’t like this!? I spend months on this just for you,” he said as he dropped me to the ground after turning the lights on.

Rafe spent months on creating a huge room. I can see the chains in the bed to keep me there. The bathroom looks like it just got finished. The room style is close to what I like. He made this specifically for me.

“No, this can’t actually be happening,” I said to myself as I slowly got up and rubbed my face. “No, I can’t- I have to get out of here,” I said as I tried passing Rage with my head down, stressed and frightened but he kept getting in my way.

“You’re not going anywhere. Ever. At least not until me and you move to my family’s second house that’ll be ours. We’ll raise our family there,” he said. “No,” I kept repeating.

“Yes, y/n, and it’s time to celebrate,” he said as he touched me, trying to pull me into him by my waist but I pushed him away. “Fuck you!” I yelled at him. I instantly got slapped. Hard.

“I’ve been fucking you, so yelling it out loud won’t make it stop,” he growled as I stepped back and he stepped closer. “You’re such a- a rich son of a bitch! You think everyone wants you. I don’t want you! Let me go!” I yelled as he charged at me.

I screamed right before he picked me up and threw me onto the bed in the room. He quickly grabbed the chains connected to the bed and chained me up how he liked.

“Wearing this summer dress only made it worse for you,” Rafe said as he reached next to the bed into a drawer, pulling out scissors. He wasted no time to cut my sundress right down the middle.

“What kinda whore are you? Going out to swim in a bikini when you’re pregnant. I should punish you but I have to take it easy,” he said as he cut my bikini. “You’re so lucky,” he whispered in my ear before assaulting my neck.

I begged over and over, hoping he’d finally let this go. Let me got. But, he didn’t. It got worse every second and I can’t stop it. I have no help. “You’re trapped with me, and I’ll never let you go,” he said. Rafe Cameron kidnapped me…

[cresent2003]

Are you together?

Seth Borden x Fem! Brock reader.

Unedited.

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Violet laid in the old bed that creaked with each movement as she heard the traffic outside the cloudy windows that had strange hand prints on the glass.

For the last few hours, she had been questioning why she said yes to this.

It wasn't like she was forced and at the end of the day, she wanted to see why her brother was so excited.

The Old Morrow Hotel surrounded her.

It was famous for supernatural occurrences and poltergeist activity.

The building had been standing in the centre of Georgia since 1920 and had a lot of stories attached to it.

That was what truly got her to agree to ghost hunt with her brother and his friends.

Violet was a history geek and while she was in the car she was researching the hotel.

Violet looked at the ceiling as she felt something watching her.

It didn't feel aggressive but curious.

Sadly no matter what she couldn't fall back to sleep.

She turned over and looked at her phone before hissing as she rushed to turn the brightness down.

She then looked at the time and noticed it was four in the morning.

Colby and his friends would most likely be done with the investigation.

Violet sat up before looking at the chair in the corner of the room.

"I'm going to see my friend.

Please stay here" she said before walking out of her hotel room.

She made sure to walk softly against the creaking floor as she walked to Seth and Nate's room knowing Sam and Colby would be pumped up with energy drinks.

Violet walked up to the door before knocking in a way that wouldn't make them think it was a spirit.

She looked around before yawning as her exhaustion caught up to her.

Suddenly the door opened revealing Seth.

He was still wearing his jeans and baggy sweater but now his long hair was in a bun and his boots were tossed somewhere within the room.

"Hey.

You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah.

There's something in my room and I can't sleep.

If it's ok could I possibly sleep in here tonight?" she asked.

"Sure.

Are you ok though?

What happened?" he asked as he showed how much he cared about her.

How much he had always cared about her.

Violet walked into the room and relaxed the minute she could smell Seth's Cologne.

"I'm ok.

I just felt like I was being watched and I couldn't sleep" she said as Seth closed the door behind her.

She had met Seth before Colby met him.

She met him online and they clicked almost instantly.

"Feel free to sleep in my bed.

I'll take the couch" he said.

"No.

You'll be aching tomorrow if you do that.

Share the bed with me.

We've done it before" she said softly.

"Yeah but you know what Nate will say if he sees us," Seth said.

"It will be ok.

If he says anything I'll throw the lamp at him" she said causing him to laugh.

"Ok.

I still need to get in the shower so you can get comfortable" he said.

"Ok.

Thank you for this.

I'll buy you breakfast tomorrow" she said.

"You don't need to do that," he said as he got a warm sweater and sweatpants out of his bag to sleep in.

"I want to," she said before sitting on his bed.

Seth walked into the bathroom as she looked around.

Nate was nowhere to be seen but she knew he was probably with Sam and Colby.

Violet moved so she was under the sheets.

She could hear the old shower running as she used it as white noise.

She slowly drifted off as she cuddled into the sheets as she grabbed one of Seth's shirts by mistake.

She held it thinking it was the sheet as she fell asleep.

Minutes passed as Seth walked back into the room after killing off the last of the energy drink buzz.

He looked at the bed before smiling as he watched Violet sleep with her arms wrapped around one of his shirts.

It was the cutest thing he had ever seen as he sat on the bed next to her.

He caressed her face as he blushed softly.

He began to have a crush on her months ago.

He had always thought she was beautiful but now every time he saw her he couldn't help but be affected by the little things she did that she didn't even notice.

Seth slowly got into bed as he kept a responsible amount of space between them.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her but didn't know how she would react to that.

Seth didn't want to lose her.

He watched her chest fall and then rise again as she softly turned so she was facing him.

He froze as she placed her head on his chest.

His heart was pounding as he turned as red as a crab.

"Violet?

Violet....?" he whispered before realising that she was out like a light.

He smiled before wrapping his arms around her.

He then slowly drifted off to sleep as he felt her warmth.

It was heavenly.

**The next morning**

Everyone sat in the hotel canteen as they all ate breakfast after a long night.

Colby looked around as he played with a bit of pancake.

"Hey, where's Violet and Seth?

They said they would meet us here right?" Colby said as he worried fit his sister knowing she was here because of him.

"No.

I tried calling her but her phone must be dead or something.

I'll call Seth" Sam said.

"Nate, did you see Seth last night?" Colby said.

"Yeah, man.

We walked back together and he was saying something about how he wished Violet would have joined us" Nate said.

Sam called Seth before nodding to Colby as Seth answered.

"Hey, man.

Where are you?" Sam asked.

'Sorry im still in my room.

I overslept' Seth said through the phone.

"Oh ok well when you come down here could you grab Violet?" Sam asked.

'Yeah.

Well, she's already here.

She came in to meet up with me so we'll be heading there soon Seth said as he his that he held Violet last night.

"Ok, bro.

See you soon" Sam said before hanging up.

"There together.

Violet went into Seth's room so they would walk down together" Sam said.

Minutes passed as as Violet and Seth walked to there table before sitting down with the others.

"So I heard you two got all cuddly last night.

It's a shame I wasn't there I would have loved to see that" Nate said.

Nate wiggled his eyebrows as Violet looked at him with an unamused expression.

"Stop.

Didn't make it weird when it wasn't.

I couldn't sleep so I went to find your and Seth's room as I knew Sam and my brother would still be up.

Yes we slept in the same bed but it's not a big deal.

We've done that a lot Nate" she said.

"You could have swapped rooms" Colby said.

"I wanted to be with someone.

Spirits tend to cling to me" she said.

"Ok.

Are you going to explore with us today or no?" Sam said.

Violet looked at him "I'm not sure yet.

Maybe" she said.

"Just text one of us if you want to," Colby said.

"I know," Violet said before feeling someone looking at her.

She looked over and made eye contact with Seth.

"What's up?" she said quietly as she looked into his eyes.

"Nothing.

Sorry I went onto my own little world then" he responded in the same quiet tone.

"Did you sleep well last night?" she said.

"As good as I could in this place" he said.

"I think I was out cold the minute you git in the shower" she said.

"Possibly.

When I came out of the bathroom you were asleep" he said.

"What are you guys whispering about?" Nate said.

"Nothing.

We were just talking about the spirit that was watching me last night" she said.

"Right..." he said.

"What?" Violet asked.

"It just seems like you and Seth did a lot more than sleep in the same bed last night" Nate said.

"Dude thats my fucking sister your talking about" Colby said.

"I'm just saying" Nate said.

"Nothing happened and even if something did happen you would be the last person to find out" Seth said.

"Moving on.

We caught some sick evidence last night.

I think the viewers are going to love this" Sam said.

"Today you should do a live Estes and Evp session.

Give people a teaser of what to come" Violet said.

"Good idea.

You should go under.

The spirits tend to talk to you more" Sam said.

"You know I don't like going under" she said.

"It'll be fine.

If you don't want to continue it we can stop and take a breather" Sam said.

Violet looked at Sam before sighing "Ok.

But Seth will ask me questions as I trust him the most" Violet said.

"Wait you don't trust me?" Colby asked.

"Not with this" she said.

"I'm okay doing that," Seth said before looking at Violet.

"Fine.

Let's get started in the next thirty minutes then" Sam said.

"I need to eat first otherwise I will pass out" she said.

"Really?" Nate asked.

"Yeah.

Violet out of everyone who's done the Estes method hates it the most" Colby said.

"You guys can go set up.

Me and Violet still haven't had breakfast yet" Seth said.

"Ok.

I'll text you the location" Colby said as he looked at Seth.

"Ok dude.

See you soon" Seth said.

They all left as Violet placed her head on Seths shoulder.

She was still tired.

"Tired?" Seth said.

"Yeah.

Sorry I haven't been sleeping well for the past week.

Colby's been pulling me around haunted sites constantly" Violet said as she failed to see Seth blushing.

"Eat something first and then you can sleep for the rest of the half an hour we have" Seth said.

She looked at him "Ok" she said before calling a waiter over.

They ordered the food they wanted before sitting in comfortable science.

If only one of them could admit there feelings all the tension and everything that made everyone around them uncomfortable everything would solve itself.

They both loved each other and wondered if the other liked them.

[imkillerbae]

Enemies to Lovers Part 6 (Valorant Yoru x GN!Reader

Tagging: @swiftyangx12 @sv03 @gyros-cum-sock

Here's the very very late part 6! Sorry for the long wait. But good news! I got my laptop back. Stay tuned for the ending!!! If you have any ideas, please don't be afraid to request!!! I love hearing your thoughts! ======

Neon, Jett and Phoenix were all giddy about this whole thing.

Imagine that: Yoru was becoming a softie. Him? Of all people? Really?

So they devised a little plan. Something that wouldn’t make him too mad. Hopefully Neon doesn’t say anything that would give them away.

Jett and Neon both waited outside Yoru’s room as Phoenix went in to defuse the spike—to talk to Yoru.

“Ryo, care to join us for some Karaoke? We’re feeling down for some Dancing Queen, yea?”

Yoru raised a brow as he gelled back his hair. “Who’s coming?” He asked curiously. “Jett, Neon and I. C’mon! I’m thinking billiards. Think it’s time for the king to get his throne back.”

Hearing as your name was not said amongst the participants, he waved at them dismissively. “Pass. I need to be somewhere right now.”

Bingo, the three thought simultaneously.

“Where to?” Jett asked.

“None of your business.” Yoru replies.

“Sama. Can we come?” Neon joins in, and Yoru’s ears perk up.

“Iyada.” He says quickly as he put on his shoes. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, wiping back his hair and checking his teeth. He was making sure he looked good.

“Oh brother. What ever happened to ‘Do us all a favor and go back home. You’re a nuisance’”, Phoenix mimicked, brushing dry hair gel from Yoru’s shoulder.

At that, Yoru whipped his head back to Phoenix, who was just smirking in victory, Jett and Neon giggling behind him.

“What ever happened to ‘they are so annoying, I can’t stand looking at them,’ huh Ryo? You’re going to see them, aren’t you?” Phoenix teased. Yoru could hear his blood pumping behind his ears as Neon poked his side.

“Look at him, he’s red!” Jett teased, and Yoru growled. “Fuck off busu! Urusai, I’m working on getting my fucking gun fixed,” he lied, slapping Neon’s hand off him.

“That gun that’s been functional since, I don’t know, 3 whole weeks ago? Stop lying~” Neon elbows Yoru, and his blood boils.

He’s getting ganged up on, and before he could shove them all out his room, Phoenix spoke again.

“Man, I did not take you for someone who was good at teaching. They’ve been doing very well in the battlefield recently. They almost beat me at target practice a few times.” He sighs thoughtfully, smile never faltering. Yoru stood there in silence, waiting for his torture to end.

“Yeah, and I’ve never seen someone so happy to be training before. They’ve only talked positively about you Yoru, despite you being, y’know… you.” Jett exclaims, and Yoru was about to make her explain herself but Neon defuses him.

“What we’re trying to say is, we’re glad that you’re finally opening yourself up to someone. Letting yourself become selfless. We’re proud of you, Ryo. And if you ever wanna tell us something, or I don’t know, confess maybe, you have us supporting you. Dito lang kami.” She finishes.

The three of them confirmed what they needed to know: Yoru was enamored with you. Or at least, he tolerated you better than most people in the protocol.

Yoru’s eyebrows knit together in annoyance. What the fuck was this all about?

“Are you all done? With your lecture?” He crosses his arms, his feet tapping impatiently at the floors.

“Uh, that offer of Karaoke is still open. Just not now though. It seems that you are busy…” The three looked at each other as Phoenix spoke. “Ja ne, see ya later boss.” He waves, running away from Yoru’s door before he could teleport them into the void.

Yoru stood there, absorbing what the fuck happened.

As smart as he was with strategy, he was plenty dense.

He just wanted to be at the shooting range right now. He was already late.

But as he walked there, he kept thinking of what they just said.

Confess something? Like what? What were they trying to get at with him? Certainly him lying about his gun was none of their business. What significance did it hold anywhere? He just wanted a reason to be in the shooting range, that’s all.

Then again he really didn’t need a reason. He just needed to show up. Somehow he just didn’t like the idea of you knowing that he was making up reasons to be there.

He didn’t want to admit he wanted to be there with you.

And yeah, he thought that he was being a bit selfless teaching you. If you asked him a couple of months ago if he’d be teaching some new recruit, he would not believe you.

I’m teaching them out of charity, he repeats in his head. He just took pity on you, that’s all.

That’s it really. That’s all that it is.

Nothing else.

He opens the door to the shooting range and he could hear faint voices.

“Y/N?” He calls out, and as he walked closer, he saw Cypher teaching you how to use an Operator.

That was what he was about to teach you today.

“Oh, hello.” Cypher greets, and you look up from your gun. Your eyes met his and Yoru had this look on his face.

Was he mad? Or just… Yoru-er?

He crosses his arms, tipping his head to the side. “I see that there’s a substitute for me? If you told me so I wouldn’t be here.” He says accusingly.

Cypher freezes in his place. Time for me to take my quiver or love arrows and fly away on my own terms. I do not find being shot to death by an angry Yoru amusing.

[umbrellamedic]

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

• your name:   Carlos "the man they based all those romance novel covers off of" Oliveira. Spelling for the last name trips up a lot of people. But it's real easy when you remember it like this: It means from the olive tree. Olive, Ira. Oliveira! (:

• Romantic or platonic?: (platonic is surrounded by crooked little question marks on the paper application. he genuinely doesn't know the definition of this word.)

• A night in or dinner out or an activity?:  (All three are chosen with enthusiastic checkmarks. Save for the word "out", which has been slashed through.)

• Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Regular strawberries — with honey on them (:

• What's your perfect date?: Need a heart pumping activity. Dancing, or drag racing, or something outside in nature. Small plates and snacks throughout. If we make them ahead of time together, even better. Then a light meal, can't get too full yet. While we digest, we talk. We forget about life and work, just bullshit for a while. You fall in love me because who can resist? ;) A perfect date means us both being into each other, usually a hook up, then eat again and hangout until obligations call us somewhere else.

• Would you cook for me?: You WILL be cooked for. You allergic to anything???

• Would you let me cook for you?: Can I taste test?!

• Can we make-out?: If you can survive that long without your mask ;)

• Make out in private or in public?: ("or" is crossed out and replaced with "AND")

• Do you like to cuddle?: Yes

• Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Doesn't even matter as long as we're cuddling. Scratch that. Blankets if it's cold!

• Couch or bed?: Start at one, continue at the other!

• What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Fixing shit, breaking shit, cooking, laying in the sun

• Tell me something about you no else knows: And leave a paper trail? Nice try.

• Why do you want to be my valentine?: You care. Yeah, it's for your team and shit... It's kinda like one of those exclusive clubs. And the bouncer is tossing out folks on the street. But I'm pretty sure I'm on the list. Also this seemed like fun to fill out. And it has been! (:

• What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm gonna be myself, and I'm a fucking delight. I'm fun, I'm reliable, I got your back, I can do donuts in a humvee, and I can outrun the American police completely wasted. If you play your cards right, I'll even let you touch my hair.

"Interesting application; I will get you a dictionary later, yes? You can learn the meaning of platonic." She smiles fondly behind her mask in spite of herself. Carlos, climb him like an olive tree, Oliveira. Bertha doesn't know how tall or sturdy those particular trees are. She will not retract this joke.

"If you accept base jumping or extracurricular bounty hunting as date activities, we can work something out. I will also accept rock climbing with or without camping- but only if we rough it. Cabins are a luxury that ruin the fun."

Bertha taps at the filter in front of her mask, as if thinking. "It would likely be better if you did the cooking, but too spicy and I will vivisect you. That said, if I am going to remove my mask to make out with someone there are not many options than you. Especially if you show me your Humvee donut skills."

She leans a little closer, voice dropping to a low purr, "And if I touch your hair, it will likely be me grabbing it while riding you, or guiding you as you go down on me."

[starboardsquiggly]

Through the Logs and Snow

He slipped his hand up and unlocked the window, sliding down the brick wall into the alley.

Fresh bruises kissed his face. He had been crying since dinner, he’d never let the other know, it was a sign of weakness.

He lit his cigarette with shaking hands and bloody knuckles. The freeze was cold and deafening, he needed that compared to the shouting.

He didn’t know where he was going nor did he care. If he walked long enough maybe he would fall into the harbour, Zero sure wouldn’t miss him.

There was a flapping in the wind just outside the alley. He followed the paper noise to a icicle’d printing for an evening club called “Donna”. The most interesting part, he noted, was the lack of a woman in the illustration, in place were two men in a dance.

The address was across town.

He ducked his head and trudged out over the hills of snow.

——-

When he found the street music pumped the air. The momentary bliss of silence was broken by the noise of laughter and trumpets. It was a flapper club that encouraged same sex couples. Two men kissed together in a corner, two woman shared drinks at the bar. And Hercules. Hercules. Hercules!!

Zorran tucked himself behind a wall where a couple were making out beside him. “Do you mind?” He sneered, the couple rolled their eyes and moved to the bathroom.

If he saw him he’d use it against him, tell the Zeds, tell Captain Zero and Zero would shoot him for sneaking out and if he didn’t shoot he’d have Zak knaw him to death!!

Zorran peeked his head around the wall and watched as that damned Star captain called someone over from another table. Why did she look so familiar? They spoke and Hercules sudden looked perplexed. A handsome face scrunched in perplexity, he should report this national tragedy to the authorities. Or maybe…

Maybe he should just leave, he just wanted to have a drink and smoke in sober thoughts but he couldn’t do that when- when he was right there!

“Zorran?”

Fuck~~~!!

“Yes, hello… you?” That woman from before stood in front of him. He must know her from somewhere, she knew his name.

“Don’t recognize me, do you, deary?” She giggled, swished her dress around, the frills on the bottom flipping side to side. The noise made his spine tingle. The beauty mark on her cheek sparked his memory.

“Lillie.”

Her head cocked as she looked at him under her eyelashes. She raised a hand to his face, he recoiled. She was thinking louder than he would have liked. “Why don’t you come over to our table? Hercules would love to see you again, he talks about you all the time.”

Zorran laughed “And you’re sure it isn’t just to bitch about me and the z-stacks?”

“No.” Lillie promised, “he tells me about the times you had together. Happy things; The sneaking-off-to drink in the woods, kind of things.” She winked.

He scoffed.

“C’mon love.” He urged a blush down, one simple word and he was completely taken, it was shameful, his father would be ashamed.

“I promise-“ he realized she had begun to say something else. “If you like you can come and sit with us, I won’t force you and if you do come, you won’t be forced to stay. You’re free to come and go as you please.”

A comical frown overtook his mouth as he stared at her, looking for an alternative motive.

“Ugh fine. Pay for my drink and we have a deal.”

She squealed in delight grabbing his hand then stopped cold. She tugged him down. “I’m not an idiot darling, I know your daddy isn’t hard on cash. You can buy your own.”

When she pulled him towards the table Hercules was chatting with another woman. He had always spoke about being interesting in having two partners. Perhaps this was one and Lillie was another. Lillie and Hercules were not especially quite about their affair-. if only he could pull his hat down.

Lillie sat them down and per usual Hercules barely noticed him. He knew it! The brute didn’t care about anyone but himself! He should just leave already!

Hercules blinked thrice and excused himself from their conversation. His brows hovered over his glasses. Zorran then waved reluctantly. “Oh Hercules,” Lillie started. “I met him coming out of the bathroom, isn’t he such a handsome lad?”

Hercules coughed.

Zorran could have died.

But suddenly Hercules’ smile returned. It was that damned smile that had him in a chock hold since they met. “Nice to see you again darling.” He said.

He shook his out stretched hand. “Pssh, whatever.”

Once more Lillie repeated “What brings you around here?”

Absently Zorran hid the bruise forming on his cheek. “I’m not a child, I can go wherever I want. I just happened to find a flier.”

Before she could start, Hercules interrupted. “Donna Jet is a friend of mine from Europe. I’ve been coming here since this it opened.”

Was that around the same time you left me? “oh yeah? How do you find the time?”

Hercules held Lillie’s hand across the table. “Whenever I return to port I take Lillie out for a dance.” Zorrans brows furrowed.

“Well, how come yous ain’t up there now?”

Hercules laughed, “We have been sweetheart. She has so much energy I can barely keep up, plus, my knee has been acting up as of late, doctor says to stay off of it while I can, until the next ocean liner needs docking.”

Sweetheart, darling, dear, handsome. JERK was all Zorran could think

Was this some kind of joke? Were they torturing him for fun? Did Hercules even know how much those words meant to him? Did he even care to remember?

“Zorran?”

He stopped digging his nails into his arm.

“This was a mistake.” He stood. “I can’t do this again, not with you, not with Lillie.”

The brute stood too, he placed a hand on Zorran’s fist to stop him, but Lillie said he’d be free to go.

His heart thumped in his chest.

“Just wait a minute.” The motion made Zorran stomach sick. He pulled away, tripping on the bar stool behind him, the clash made other patrons stare. He ran for the entrance of the bar.

——-

The once silent streets of uptown Bigg City were loud, he’d only been running for a minute but his chest heaved so hard it hurt, he couldn’t breathe, the air smelled like oil.

All those happy memories were shrouded by a black smoke. Their first kiss, the secret hand holding, the sharing of his deepest darkest secrets. It was just a fantasy now and it meant nothing to him, he saw that, he left and found someone new. How could he betray him like that? How could Zorran be so stupid to let someone like him close to his heart?

A warbled voice amidst the dawning panic called his name. Where was he? What street was this? He leaned against something hard to catch his breath, it left pieces of bark in his hair. The lumber yard was illuminated only by lamps that casted large blue shadows over the snow.

He’d heard what happened to Sunshine in the river. He’d wish the fire would kill him now.

“Zorran!”

He held his breath.

“Zorran I’m sorry. It wasn’t suppose to turn out this way!” The voice roared over the wind. “You were suppose to go with me! It was suppose to be our new life…”

Hercules-

“I left because I wanted to protect the ones I love, I wanted to protect you.” He chocked. “I knew I needed to do better to be better then the life that Zero promised. Because that life is nothing but hurt, darling.” He sighed, “but now I see I’ve hurt you and I don’t think I can live with myself.”

Zorran stepped out. Hercules mirrored him, frozen miles away between the log stacks. “Stop doing this.” He clenched his chest in a fist. “You want to pretend your this big seaward hero, but your just a coward. I mean who- who,” he laughed “who leaves someone in the worst position of their lives and proclaims their want to protect them? You’re mental! You gave me the best moments of my life, and just as I started to think this ‘thing’ could be something more then just a fling you leave. You don’t even give a reason and your gone for people who you think are better then me! Better then us - you didn’t even really give me a thought, did you, It was all a joke on me!

“Is that all I was to you?.” His voice faded. “A goddamn joke?”

The snow melted into the knees of his pants were he had fallen, his body wracked with sobs. The air around him had once again stilled but the river and the man who now fell in front of him.

A gentle pair of callused hands lifted his head. “Zorran, I…”

“Zorran when people see an opportunity they-

“Zorran we should…”

Hercules took a shallow breath. “Zorran I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster.

“Damn right you are.”

“You’re the one good thing that’s come out of any of this. I never meant to leave you the way I did, I just… I had no other choice, I was so scared.”

He couldn’t believe this, the great skipper Hercules, scared, this was another one of his fucking jokes, he could be lying, don’t listen, don’t listen, don’t listen to it, you idiot.

“I want to protect you again.”

Hercules let go to Zorran’s dismay, when he looked, the dumb man had his arms outstretched.

Zorran puffed accepting the man’s offer. They were both kneeling on the snow in the dead of winter in a lumber yard and Hercules was warm against the cold,

How poetic.

“We should talk, m’dear.” He rubbed the small of his back.

“Yeah… I think we should.”

An automobile screeched to a hault in-front of the gate to the yard, Lillie popped her head out of the passenger window. “My silly boys! Get in before you catch a cold!”

Hercules helped him to his feet. He was shivering, his grip tightened.

“And just to be clear darling, if Zero ever touched you again, I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Fine by me dimwit.”

[slippinmickeys]

Three Part Harmony (2/?)

An hour later found them filling up the truck at a tiny two-pump country gas station that still measured the gallons pumped on a creeping analog dial. The guns had been stashed in the glove box while Mulder went inside to pay.

William, an overly-warm weight in her arms, was heavily asleep; he hadn’t roused or even moved much, despite the thirty miles of bad road they’d been on before finding an empty state highway that wound north. A car had pulled up next to them at the opposite pump, and the woman in the car’s passenger seat was looking at the child in Scully’s lap and giving her a sternly disapproving look. Scully shifted uncomfortably then startled as the truck’s other door creaked open and Mulder swung back into the cab. He deposited two bottles of water, a sleeve of powdered Donettes and a spotted banana on the bench in between them and gave her a small smile.

“Pickings were skim,” he said. “Everything all right?” Scully flicked her eyes to the woman in the other car who was still staring with reproachful eyes.

“Please let’s go,” she said quickly, and Mulder wasted no more time, turning the truck over and bumping back out onto the highway.

“We need a car seat,” she said, “and a car it will fit in.” She could smell the sharp scent of urine wafting up from William, and she mentally catalogued all the other things they’d need: diapers, formula, clothes.

“Yeah,” Mulder sighed from beside her. She already knew where his head was at; they had maybe eighty dollars between them, and that was before the gas.

“Do we risk accessing the Craddock fund?” she asked him.

She saw him clench his jaw. “I think we’re going to have to.”

Mulder had a sizable amount of money in a bank back east, but it was in his own name and was sure to set off alarms within the various agencies that still doggedly pursued them.

Scully looked down. William was eleven months old, and he seemed so much longer and bigger than the last time she’d held him; he was now all arms and legs. She tried not to think about the time she’d missed. In sleep, his face was slack with a stern little bent to his eyes. His bottom lip protruded decadently, just like Mulder’s.

She looked up at Mulder. “My mom, do you think?”

He glanced at her, his jaw still hard. “I don’t like involving her. We gave her those checks in case we were… gone,” he very carefully did not use the word ‘dead.’ “They’ll be watching her, after. You won’t be able to get in touch again. You’d…” he trailed off a little desperately. She knew what he was thinking. There wasn’t much contact as it was, but no connection at all with her mother would be like a knife to the heart. It would be one more in a long list of Things Scully’s Lost Because of Me.

She looked down at the whorls of thin hair on William’s head, remembered the adoring look on her mother’s face the first time she’d held him. In her mind’s eye she pictured Margaret Scully pulling nervously on her earring when she answered Scully’s collect call.

“When Skinner passed us this intel,” she hadn’t taken her eyes off their son. “He said not to get back in touch.”

She could hear the creak of Mulder’s hands gripping the steering wheel hard, but he didn’t say anything else. She finally looked at him and noticed a spray of dried blood on the skin below his beard and hoped the gas station attendant hadn’t noticed.

“You have blood on your neck,” she pointed out.

“It isn’t mine,” he said, eyes resolutely on the road ahead. Minutes passed and the sky darkened; a front was moving in from the west.

“We should stop somewhere,” she said.

Xx

Scully moved into the motel room behind Mulder, trying to curb the moue of distaste she could feel spread across her face. It was raining outside and the room was dark and shabby, smelling of cigarettes and mildew. The bed — a queen — was made, but not expertly so, and the scratchy-looking bedspread probably concealed any number of microbial horrors.

She wanted to set William down — her arms were beginning to ache — but the bed would need to be checked for bed bugs and stains before she’d even think of putting him on it — and she really had to pee.

“Mulder,” she said. He set their single duffel bag on the chair in the corner and turned to her. “Can you hold him?”

The look on his face was hard to read; a blend of pleased surprise and nervousness and just a flash of the same hesitant, fearful look he wore when she asked him to assist her in finding Leonard Betts’ head in a biohazard waste container. He hadn’t held his son since kissing him goodbye two days after he was born.

“Yeah,” he said, shaking himself out of it, and nervously licked his lips as Scully passed the warm bundle of baby over to his father. It was different than the last time she’d done it, that warm night before they’d known they were in danger, when the possibilities looked so bright and endless — William was bigger now, more gangly and coltish, every part of him limp and ponderous with sleep.

“God, he’s gotten heavy,” Mulder said, the edge of a smile quirking up the side of his mouth as he stared at the child in his arms.

Scully watched them for a moment and then availed herself of the substandard facilities they’d secured with the last of their cash. When she emerged, Mulder hadn’t moved, nor had his eyes; fixed and unblinking at his only genetic legacy.

She left them where they were and moved over to the bed, peeling back the dark comforter between thumb and pointer finger, her face carefully measured. She avoided catching Mulder’s eye while she did so; he had an annoying tendency to point out that she treated every hotel duvet as if it were a smallpox blanket.

The sheets underneath were surprisingly clean-looking, with freshly pressed creases and a starchy-industrial redolence familiar to any person who’d ever slept in a rented bed. She pulled the covers back fully and nodded at the center of it.

“You want to set him down?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Mulder said after a brief hesitation, and he laid William down as gently as he could, standing back with an odd look on his face. “Do you think it’s normal for him to sleep this long in the middle of the day?”

Scully thought of the scene she’d walked into in the child’s bedroom, of the frozen men hovering in the air.

“I’m not sure what’s normal,” she said honestly, and they traded a significant look.

Mulder licked his lips, nodded. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”

When the bathroom door closed gently behind him, Scully looked down at their son who had curled onto his side on the lumpy bed, hand near his mouth as though he meant to suck his thumb. A weariness came over her; an ache in her joints and behind her eyes that hit so suddenly that she sank down onto the bed and curled herself around the baby. She was asleep in moments.

Xx

She awoke to the brief sough of traffic on wet pavement and then the snick of the motel door closing. Mulder walked in shaking rain out of his hair and carrying a large brown cardboard box with ‘Charmin’ branded on the side. He set it quietly on the room’s tatty dresser and gave her a small smile when he saw that she was awake. Beside her, William slept on.

She rose up onto her elbow, blinking groggily. Her side was sore for some reason, like she’d laid on something hard and uncomfortable, and only when she shifted and heard a merry little clinking sound did she remember that she still had a pocket full of loose bullets. The thought woke her up fully.

“What time is it?” she asked breathily, sitting up on the bed. The movement jarred the baby next to her, who made a snuffling sound and rolled over.

“A little after two,” Mulder said, smiling as he watched William.

“Where’d you go?”

“Supply run,” he said, reaching into the box he’d brought in and holding up a pack of diapers. “I wasn’t sure what all we’d need. I hope I got the right sizes of everything,” he went on. “I- I wasn’t sure.”

Scully rose from the bed and walked over to peer into the box. There was a pack of diapers, several pairs of onesies and other clothes, jars of baby food, a couple of bottles, formula, even a few toys and a colorful board book. Relief swept through her briefly until she stood up straight, a thought occurring to her.

“How did you pay for this?” she asked.

Mulder started unloading some of the items onto the dresser top. He wouldn’t meet her eye. He‘d stolen it .

“Jesus Christ , Mulder,” she hissed. It wasn’t the first time he’d done a little loading dock/store room shopping. “What if you’d been caught?”

“I wasn’t,” he said, his voice carefully steady. “No one saw me. There were no cameras.”

“But we’ve got-“ she started, raising her hand to point at their child. Being on the run was hard enough, she thought — doing it with a baby was going to be even more difficult, and impossible to do on her own.

“A baby,” Mulder finished for her, peevishly. “And we need to clothe and feed him.” With this, Mulder set down the jar of baby food he’d pulled out of the box with more force than necessary. It made a loud clacking sound which made Scully jump, and from the bed, William shifted. They both froze, watching to see if he’d wake, but he settled back down.

After a moment, Mulder, still a bit huffy, flicked on the TV, turning the volume all the way down before making his way over to sit gently on the bed next to William. He leaned against the headboard and heaved a sigh, his eyes glued to the screen.

Scully, still in that worried/irritated place, tried to calm herself, pulling a few more items out of the box, surreptitiously checking sizes on things. The clothes would probably fit the baby, but the bottle he’d bought for formula was for an infant. The nipple would probably be too small. She stared at it a moment in her hand and then wandered over to the bed, still holding it.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sinking down on William’s other side. “I just- I’m really on edge. We do need this stuff. Thank you for getting it.”

Mulder rolled his head to look at her. “You’re welcome.”

Between them, William began to move again, shifting snuffily. Scully watched him, feeling a maternal tenderness expand in her chest. They really had him back. She could hold him, kiss him. She reached out a hand to touch him when Mulder swore softly: “Shit.”

Scully looked over to him, but he was staring at the television screen, where a local news station had broken in with a special report. There was helicopter footage of the Van De Kamp farm, showing local authorities wheeling out bodies covered in white sheets. The black SVU was conspicuously no longer in the driveway. Scully sat up straighter. An anchor cut in, his face serious, though they couldn’t hear what he was saying with the volume off. Two photos popped up over his right shoulder, showing the faces of the Farmer and Mrs. Van De Kamp, the pictures grainy and slightly out of focus. Then the screen dissolved once again and a picture of William was brought up, slightly younger than he was now, smiling and happy, larger than life. Above the picture was a chyron in bright red text that said “MISSING.”

Mulder moved swiftly off the bed to the old TV set and turned the knob to bring up the volume a little.

“ …an AMBER Alert has been issued, and the child’s extended family is pleading for his safe return, ” said the newscaster.

Mulder sank back slowly onto the bed and gave Scully a panicked look. Just then, between them, William inhaled deeply and sat up. He took one look around the room, his head swiveling as he looked back and forth between the two strangers, opened his mouth, and began to wail.

[justalitlecreacher]

So About Fazbear's Fright

Someone found a corpse in the Freddy Fazbear horror attraction

lets talk about it?

⚠️Content Warning for descriptions of blood, gore, death and mentions of child death/murder⚠️

I'm sure everyone who's seen the news recently knows what Fazbear's Fright is but just in case; Fazbear's Fright is a walkthrough horror attraction based on Freddy Fazbear's Pizza (think a haunted house but based off a cheap pizza arcade with animal robots)

Fazbear's Fright take it's inspiration from the 5 Missing Children of Feddy Fazbear's original location and the tragedy that took place in it's second location when an animatronic attacked a security guard and removed a piece of his brain.

(Wether or not this is appropriate or in good taste is for you to decide and not the point of this post)

Anyway

Fazbear's Fright opened last week to a mediocre reception. (for reasons listed above).

They have one (1) functioning animatronic

The SpringBonnie suit, a specialized suit that allows use as a wearable costume and an animatronic robot. These suits were discontinued soon after their introduction when the mechanisms holding the animatronic pieces back failed; severely injuring the suit's wearer. These suits are incredibly rare and it's insane that Fazbear Frights was able to get their hands on one of them as intact as it is.

I'm a massive fan of the Freddy Fazbear franchise. All tragic accidents and missing children aside, the characters are charming and the pizza is surprisingly not awful. I (of course) visited Fazbear's Fright the week it opened (click here to see my full, innocent, review of the place; it was surprisingly good ignoring the content of this post).

Anyway, SpringBonnie is by far the star attraction, you get to see it at the very end of the haunted maze and they really played this thing up; you get a full 360 view of it and while it doesn't move they've managed to make it feel like its watching you the whole way through the room. (they also pump some awful stench into the air so you can really tell that this thing has been sitting somewhere rotting for who knows how long)

The week after I visited, someone crossed that tape border they have circling the animatronic, and made a shocking discovery.

The SpringBonnie animatronic appeared to have human teeth hiding behind its animatronic smile.

Why would SpringBonnie have human teeth? No one was meant to see him this close, and, trust me, Fazbear's Fright doesn't have the budget to waste on details that will never be seen.

An investigation was launched after the photos were released and everyone went "hey! those are a little too realistic!"

So that's how they found a corpse inside the SpringBonnie animatronic.

But, the most interesting part, the part no one is talking about, is not what was in the suit, but who was inside the suit.

William Afton

Some of you may be too young to know who that is, allow me to introduce you

William Afton founded Fazbear Entertainment alongside co-founder Henry Emily. In the early days of the pizzeria, William and Henry would both wear the springlock suits; SpringBonnie and Fredbear respectively. It's a lesser known fact that William Afton was actually the victim of the springlock accident that saw the springlock suits that cause them to be discontinued (he survived but the few pictures of him showing bare arms show severe scarring that appears to extend beyond his sleeves and possibly to his chest)

Now, remember the missing children from earlier this post? What I failed to mention about them was they caught the guy behind the kidnappings.

It was William Afton

William Afton, wearing the SpringBonnie suit, took 5 children into the back room of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, an off camera location known only to the employees, and no one ever saw them again.

William was caught on the cameras outside of the break room, but he was never convicted because who could prove that it was William in the suit and not Henry or any other Fazbear Entertainment employee who had the training to handle the suits properly. Regardless no one believed William's innocence and he was forced to take a backseat in the company

Or so we thought anyway; William dropped off the face of the earth really, everyone assumed he'd gone into hiding to wait out the media storm that comes from being accused of kidnapping and possibly murdering 5 children from your own pizza restaurant.

Well.

We found him.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

like blood from a stone | chapter forty-one

(ao3 title: release me)

I clasped a hand to my forehead as I stood still there in the courtyard. Chuck was still back there in the trees, and I knew that he awaited me when the time came once again for the two of us. Though it was cool that day, and I had not a single bead of sweat anywhere on my body, the heat ran through me like fire on the crest of a mountain. I ran my fingers through my hair and let the waning sunlight wash over me.

I turned the other way to see Chuck, my new groom, over by Eric and Lou's table with big smiles on their faces and cups of sparkling cider in hand. As long as they were over there and I remained out of earshot from them, then I would be fine. My heart raced and my mind was aflame. I couldn't stop tasting him no matter how much I tried to ignore it.

I kept my hands to my hips as I peered back to the trees. I needed to feel him again. I needed to feel his skin against my own once again.

I needed to feel every inch of skin once again.

It was too much for me to bear right then. I needed an escape of some sort, and my groom looked to be far too busy with those two boys than to be a part of my own indulgent fantasy. A feeling I couldn't shake no matter what I did for myself.

My trousers felt a touch too tight when I even so much as tried to shuffle my feet across the grass. I kept my left hand on the belt buckle as if I was about to unfasten it right then and there. I peered over my shoulder again, that time to see if anyone else headed my way: the two ushers had disappeared into that dressing room across the grass yet again.

I swallowed and skirted past the tables, including the one with Eric and Lou. I hoped that no one would see me as clutched at myself, and I hoped that I wouldn't come in these nice loose trousers, either.

I knew Chuck's voice when I heard it, though.

“Alex! Where you going?”

“Bathroom!” I called back, and I hustled along the grass as if I was about ready to piss my pants.

I wasn't actually going to the bathroom, but I knew of a spot near there, however.

I bowed behind the corner of the dressing rooms and leaned my back against the outside wall. I gazed up to the overcast sky over my head as I tried to think of something else. All this time, I had believed that there was no one for me even with the burgeoning drive within me, that there was no one who could match up with the feelings I had within me, that there was no way that anyone would want to be close to me or feel me or even so much as love me.

I closed my eyes and leaned the back of my head against the wall behind me. My chest heaved as I breathed harder and harder.

I couldn't stop thinking about him, about those little mousy curls, about that diamond shaped face and that long and lanky body. How I wished to touch him again, to feel his lips, to have his hands all over my body especially around my belly and my hips. Speaking of my belly, that feeling of the butterflies welled up within me like that of a raging geyser. I was ready to blow if I didn't do something for myself.

Married life simply was not for everyone, and I knew in my heart of hearts that I was a part of that statistic. I stared down at the wedding band on my finger and wrinkled my nose. I hoped that there would be plenty of time and space in our unholy union where I could have more time to myself, in particular of time where I could do this on my own whim.

I turned further away from the grass and more towards the dressing rooms. Those two boys were in there somewhere, and thus, I had to be cautious with it.

I shuffled about the floor as if I was trying to pump static into myself, but then I reached the door to my room and I nearly lost my balance once I stepped inside of there. I caught myself and left the door slightly ajar. I unfastened my pants and sank down behind the door.

I only had to use two fingers to take my dick out of my pants, already slightly firm and full, but I had to use more than a few fingers to get myself moving towards the end of it. I leaned the back of my head against the wall as I gripped onto myself and used the pads of both of my thumbs to stroke that taut skin.

I closed my eyes and let my mouth hang open.

How I wanted him to be in there with me, with his lips around the head of my dick. I wanted to do the same unto him as well. We could lay together with our lips around each other and our bodies nestled up close.

I lifted one hand to my chest, to feel the silk of my shirt as well as the velvet of my vest. All the beautiful fabrics and the feel of crown jewels against my skin. All the style. All the fashion. All of it.

I was living luxurious, but underneath it all came with a steep price however.

The price of not being with my soulmate. I lifted my hand to my head to feel the streak of gray at the top: underneath the roots was that little scar where I had banged my head. Pain united us. Pain would always unite us. Pain brought the two of us together and I could only hope that it would do the same for Joey and the Chuck I had married to as well.

I ran my fingers through my hair with my one hand and gripped onto my erection with the other.

I thought about the time I got to see Revenge of the Nerds about two years before, and one of the boys happened to be named Skolnick. Even two years after the release, I still found it wild that I was seeing my own name up there on the big screen. I saw my own name represented, and he had his way throughout the film as well. It felt so good to think about as I slipped the tip of my index finger into the hole.

I kicked off my shoes so my feet could breathe. I ran my finger around the rim to tickle myself which in turn made my toes spread out even from inside my socks. I stuck the finger inside part of the way, which in turn made me gasp. I couldn't reach multiple orgasms like that of a woman but I could make myself come again if I tried hard enough.

I was a schoolboy. I was the Jewish schoolboy with a dick as hard as firewood. I was going to get my ass handed to me again for this and yet I had not a single care in the world.

I shuffled up into an upright position and with my legs spread out before me: I moved along the head of my dick at an even slower pace, just so the feeling could well up and burn even slower. To burn low and slow and kiss me up side the head like a smoldering fire. I parted my lips and leaned forward as I brought it down to one finger.

I was about ready to lay down on some fine velvet on the other side of the room when footsteps to the left of me caught me offguard. I turned my head and gazed up to see Rob and Mark there next to me with their eyebrows raised and their mouths agape. I covered up with both hands as well as a further lean of my body just so they wouldn't have to see me; Rob was going to be eighteen at the end of October, but he was eighteen when he turned eighteen, no way around that.

“It's not what it looks like,” I promised them.

“What does it look like?” Mark asked me with a straight face, and then Rob, who stood right over my head, giggled at that like a little schoolboy.

“Well... he's—” I gestured up to him. “—still seventeen. I can't be doing this when he's here, or when you're here for that matter, Mark.” Says the guy who had his ass handed to him a few times before he turned eighteen. The two of them glanced at one another, and I knew right away that they figured that one out right away as welel.

“Darn,” Mark joked with a snap of his fingers.

“Here, want me to join instead?” Rob offered with a gesture to the spot on the right of me. “Alex, I'll be eighteen by the end of October. Just so long as we don't tell anyone.”

“Are you sure, dude?” I asked him with a break in my voice. I was still hard but I knew if I waited any longer, then I would have to start all over again.

“Positive. I want to try it while I'm next to someone.”

I fetched up a sigh. “If you want,” I told him with a shrug. “I'm basically just in here to relieve myself on my own but—you know. You can if you want to.”

“This'll only be a few minutes,” he assured Mark, who then bowed back out of there and into the corridor outside of the door. Rob rounded my feet and undid his pants before he took his spot there on the plush carpet to the right of me.

“Nah, I promise you it's gonna be more than that,” I told him as I leaned back, but I kept my hands over my erection because I wanted it to be proper between the two of us. “I'm a low and slow kind of guy.”

“Low and slow?”

“Like you're making a batch of babka,” I said. “Rich, savory, cinnamon cake that takes you hours, sometimes all day to make.” I pursed my lips together as I looked on at him and that smooth olive skin of his, silken and dark like a cup of coffee which in turn reminded me of Joey's skin.

“It's okay, you can show yourself to me,” he insisted with a slight grin and a twinkle to those smooth Asian eyes. I swallowed and lifted a hand to show off my erection, still big and firm, to which he raised his eyebrows at me. “Whoa.”

“Yeah. I was starting to get there when you and him walked up right then.”

“Shall we finish?”

“Please.”

We never touched each other but I did get to watch him, though. Though I did raise my eyebrows at the sight of him quickly firming up by the caress of his own hand, it wasn't enough for me to feel on my own part, however. I was almost done anyway.

But I watched him put out that first translucent pearl at his tip, to which I followed up right behind him with a series of white pearls. Speaking of precious jewels for all of us crowned princes.

My face grew warm as more ejaculated out, though, and to the point I was wary I couldn't be able to stop it with merely fingers, either. I glanced about the room for something, anything, to help with it trickling out like spilled milk.

“Need a napkin for your little juices?” Rob asked me with a straight face.

“You know it,” I quipped. With his free hand, he reached into his coat pocket for a clean black kerchief that looked to be made of satin. “No, dude, that looks like it's too slippery. Plus, that's yours! I don't want to mess it up.”

“This thing is about a thousand years old,” he insisted. “Besides, I have a bunch more at home. Take it.”

I licked my lips and took the kerchief to wipe up my mess lest it get on the carpet or these nice clothes. Indeed, it felt good on my skin, but I could feel that it had worn itself thin.

At least I had finished and I could relax thereafter. I let out a low whistle as I folded it up and tucked it into my trouser pocket, and then I stood up right next to him, still with my back to the wall. I tucked myself back inside of my underwear and zipped up, but then I rested my hands onto my hips and I glanced down at him.

“How do I look?” I asked him.

“Handsome,” he remarked. “Not just saying that, either. You're very handsome, Alex.”

I showed him a little smile at that. “Thanks—so are you.” I flashed him a wink and he returned the favor, followed by a slight gasp; I could see he was digging in deep on himself, and I knew that was my cue to leave.

I stepped on out of there and back into the courtyard, where I was met with a rush of cool oceanic air, which in turn felt good on my warm skin, as well as my groom and Eric. The former handed me a little pearly white piece of paper about the size of a rice cake lined with red and black.

“What's this?” I asked him.

“An invitation to Jeff and Larry's wedding,” he replied.

“Ooh! When?”

“In about a month,” Eric replied. “After Halloween.” He frowned at me. “What's up with you? You look like you just ran a mile.”

“I got caught in a schvitz,” I quipped. “It was brief but enough to make things a little steamy on my end.” He snickered at that, but I did tell the truth in a way: things did get a bit steamy back there with me and Rob, even if the feeling was captured inside of myself and myself alone.

“Anyways, you and I are going to dance again,” Chuck added with a gesture towards me.

“We just did, though,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, but this is with everyone on the floor, though. We're supposed to lead the way, you and me.”

I sighed through my nose and tucked the invitation into my inner coat pocket. At least I had him in my arms as we took to the floor together.

There was a part of me that wanted to indulge in a bunch of Halloween candy so I wouldn't have to fit in this monkey suit anymore, but then again, I thought about the pants fitting my hips in a slightly more snug fashion. Slightly more snug to entice all the boys. Slightly more snug to show off the shape of my body and give myself some extra needed flesh.

I had to eat. I had to have some of those little bite sized candy bars every day.

I had not a single care in the world. I was a skinny little Jewish boy with teachers for parents, but all of a sudden, I was met with all the food I could ever ask for. There was also a part of me that wanted Eric to cook me a great deal of food, given he had an inkling for that.

But then I remembered that space in the woods, how Chuck wanted me to eat and how he loved to do it as well.

As the Chuck I was married to twirled me around the dance floor and held me close, I thought about how I wanted to go about with it.

To have all the pleasure I could ever ask for on my own time. To completely take tradition and throw it out the window, even if it meant putting our band in jeopardy.

[captainderyn]

WIP Wednesday

Hey guys I was today years old when I learned that if I accidentally press some button that I don’t know (I think alt or shift) and enter at the same time this post will post without my consent :D so I posted this WIP Wednesday with no WIP! Fun!

Anyhoodles saw @tiredassmage post, got inspired, realized I actually have something I’m working on (Shocker) so here we go!

It’s for Cyberpunk, I have no idea when it’ll get done because my writing well is at like 5% right now. Quick note, this is Era and Five but Era is V/Vivian in this ‘verse.

TW: Swearing, questions of drug use/drinking (all less than canon typical, but still tossed under a cut)

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The door hissed closed behind V, the janky latch bouncing once, twice, thrice, before finally clicking and locking She’d meant to get that fixed for the past…month, maybe, but that required more eddies and more time than she had. And it wasn’t worth a repairman walking in on one of her…episodes with Johnny.

She thunked her head back against the door, squeezing her eyes closed.

Despite the dirt and grime that crusted her hands she scrubbed them across her face. She knew what was coming even before the voice snapped at her from deeper in the room like a whip.

“What the hell, Vivian?”

“It’s V,” she snarled back, “Can we start with hello, Five?”

Opening her eyes, she rolled them to the ceiling before fixing an icy look on Five, “You look like a fucking Corp.”

That had been their lifestyle once, chafing beneath the boot of the bigger man.

They’d since faded into the shadows of Night City, cut ties with the corporate conglomerate. Five still stuck out in the streets of Night City like a sore thumb.

He would’ve been better suited as Delamin’s henchman in his HQ than out on the streets. She was bitterly surprised he hadn’t been mugged yet. Even with the wicked knife she knew was tucked under his finely pressed jacket and the pistol no doubt concealed somewhere on his person.

Five stuck his hands in his pants pockets, sharp eyes roving over her, “And you look like you just crawled out of a sewer.”

Touche. Rain poured outside, sweeping with it all the grime and oil that packed into the rusted buildings and poured out of the derelict cars. She slung her jacket off, spraying water droplets across the room. Five curled his lip as some of it splattered onto his jacket, swiping it off.

He didn’t need to know that her jacket was soaked because she’d hydroplaned into a concrete Jersey barrier and careened into a puddle.

“Since when have you been stupid enough to hit two hundred miles per hour in Pacifica?” 

So he already knew, then. The way his words clipped when he got irritated drove her insane.

“You bug me or something?” V snapped, telling on herself even more as she ran her hands over the creases of her tank top, feeling for small, metal spyware.

“I didn’t bug you.” She heard the eye-roll sent her way and grit her teeth so hard her jaw ached, “I have contacts all around the city and they all say the same thing: they’re worried about you.”

His socked feet—damn him and his etiquette always taking his shoes off in her dingy ass apartment. Her boots were welding themselves to the floor with mud the linger she stood here—stalked forward until he was almost right in front of her, “You got a death wish or something?”

From the corner of her eye Johnny shimmered into view, arms crossed, “Aw is dad worried about his little girl?” he crooned, “You still haven’t told him about the gun, V.”

“Can it, Silverhand.” She snapped, whipping her head to where he stood. But he was gone now. Dammit.

No, she hadn’t told Five about the incident when Johnny had first appeared, about the way the horror had driven her so far out of her skin that she’d seized up her pistol and…no. He didn’t need to know that.

Five’s eyes flashed at her as his calloused fingers snatched her chin and pulled her eyes up to meet his. She bared her teeth, “Back off, Five!”

“Are you drunk? Smoking something?” He demanded, “All that chrome you’ve pumped into yourself finally frying your brain?”