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imagines--galore · 10 months

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Since you're asking for prompts,I was envisioning Will confessing to the reader in the same way George confessed to Charlotte in Queen Charlotte (the "my heart calls your name" confession) and thought it would suit Will really well!! Like maybe reader puts herself in danger by trying to save Will or something idk

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: I just ADORE Will Turner so much :3 and I love Charlotte the series as well so this was the PERFECT blend! Sorry for any mistakes folks! Also If you read this please please tell me what you think!!!

Your head was pounding. And not from drinking too much ale. You were sure of it.

Blinking your eyes, you were met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Normally you would wake in a hammock onboard the Black Pearl, with the gentle sway of the ship welcoming you to another day.

But everything was steady and there was no creaking or moaning of the ship as it sailed.

Your eyes blinked once more, to clear them from any remaining sleep. Slowly your brain began to recall the last thing you remembered.

Davy Jone's crew.

A fight on an island.

Fleeing to the Black Pearl.

The Kraken attacking the ship.

The entire crew fighting valiantly to save themselves and their ship.

Huge tentacles rising from the mysterious depths of the waters you had traveled for so long.

Ready to kill.

To drag someone to a watery grave.

To drag Will to his doom.

Will!

You sat up with a loud gasp, eyes frantically darting from one end of the unfamiliar room to the other before finally landing on a familiar figure that had only just stepped into the room.

Will Turner stood at the threshold, holding a bowl of what could only be food. The scent of it wafted through the air and your stomach grumbled in protest at being denied nourishment.

Yet you could not move. Could only stare at the man as he stood before you.

"I see I managed to save you then." You finally said, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. He was looking at you as if you were the very moon that hung in the sky. Which was utterly ridiculous because that was how he saw Elizabeth.

"And that we managed to escape in one piece." You raised a hand to your head, only to be greeted by a bandage wrapped around the entirety of it. A slight twinge of pain against your left temple made you aware of where exactly your injury was. "So, what did I miss? After I passed out?"

Whatever emotional turmoil Will had been battling he pushed it aside in favor of walking forward and handing the bowl to you. As you began to spoon the watery broth to your mouth, he pulled up a chair to sit beside your bed.

"After you passed out, we all piled into the lifeboats. I managed to haul you in as well." He paused almost looking at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him. "And you expect me to thank you for saving me?" You asked in a dry tone, to which he rolled his eyes before continuing.

"Elizabeth was the last of us to get on. But Jack.........Jack stayed. To act as diversion for the kraken."

Your eyes widened and you dropped your spoon into your nearly empty bowl. "He...what?" You whispered, sounding just as in disbelief as you felt. Sorrow passed over Will's feature as he nodded gravely. "Jack's dead, Y/n." He confirmed, to which you took a shuddering breath and closed your eyes, before slowly falling back against the wall behind you.

The both of you sat in silence, with Will reaching out to gently and almost hesitantly placing a hand on top of yours as a sign of comfort. "I'm sorry, y/n. I knew you were close." Tears pricked your eyes but you didn't let them fall. Though you did give a small nod. "As close as a person can be with someone who took them under their protection."

That had been the extent of your relationship with Jack. Your families were old friends, and even related by blood somewhere down the line. And when you had decided to travel the seas as a pirate, Jack had been the one who agreed to let you sail with him. Not many pirates were happy having a female presence onboard, but you had proved yourself enough times that it no longer bothered them.

You had been with Jack through thick and thin. Through fire and water. You had been the only one on his side, along with Gibbs, when Barbossa had mutinied against him.

If it weren't for Jack, you wouldn't have realized your dream of becoming a pirate. And if it hadn't been for Jack, you would never have met Will Turner.

When you had first met Will, him and Jack had just arrived at Tortuga to look for a ship to go after Will's beloved Elizabeth. You had been slightly mistrustful towards him at first, and also a little jealous since Jack seemed to be spending all his time with him. But given how easily Will had befriended the rest of the crew, despite his own mistrust of pirates, you had taken to forming an unlikely acquaintanceship.

You were the best swords woman of your age, and it showed when you would take to the deck and practice every single day.

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Then one day, your sword clashed with Will's.

Your eyes met over the joined blades, gauging the silent question in his. A smirk was your response before you stepped to the side and raised your sword in response.

And so a battle of wits and skill began.

Your swords clashed, your feet danced, your gazes never wavered and neither did your determination.

The entire deck was your practice ground, and the rest of the crew had gotten well out of the way when they had seen the both of you begin to duel. The both of you used every prop to gain the upper hand. But never once did either of you try a dirty trick. And while there had been a sense of pride behind each fell of your swords, slowly they began to grow playful. As did your words.

Back and forth, back and forth. With your swords and with your teasing insults and quips. Smiled full of passion and energy playing about your lips as you both danced to a tune only you could here.

It finally stopped when Jack called out to you. Neither of you yielded, or allowed the other to gain the upper hand. So, with sweat lining your brows and barely able to get a word out with how you both panted for breath, you were only able to smile at one another and say.

"To be continued good sir?" You had said in a slightly mocking yet playful tone to which he had grinned and given you a little bow before speaking.

"As the lady wishes."

But you never did pick back up on the match.

Instead the both of you would simply find each other and talk. He spoke of his life growing up as an orphan, with no money and no family. You had spoken of your own struggles, and slowly, without you realizing, in the weeks that it took you to finally catch up to the Black Pearl, you were made aware of your true feelings for Will.

You would watch him as he interacted with the rest of the crew, and on more then one occasion Jack had caught you simply smiling at him. He had tried to discourage you, telling you of who Will really loved and how nothing could be done about it.

Especially not when he was in love with Elizabeth.

You knew of the consequences, but you simply enjoyed his company too much to just stop spending time with him. And while you knew you were setting yourself up for a lot of heartache, it didn't stop you from forming a companionship with Will.

Although that too came to an abrupt and almost cruel end.

To cut a long story short, Elizabeth was rescued and Barbossa was defeated. Jack had his ship and his crew.

And Will returned home to marry Elizabeth.

Whatever friendship had been blossoming between the both of you had fizzled out the moment Elizabeth had been rescued. And though you knew you were setting yourself up for heartbreak, you did not comprehend just how much it would hurt. How his lack of presence would effect you. He hadn't even offered a proper goodbye when he had left. You had thought that perhaps as a friend he would do you the courtesy, but it was not so.

He never looked back at you.

Not once.

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And so you decided to put him out of your mind. But never your heart. You couldn't put him out of your heart and it only made you miss him more.

So when he returned, this time for the purpose of saving Elizabeth once more, you were cold towards him. Cold and distant, even when he had approached you to speak with you. Your heart had cursed you for not speaking with him, but you were still too hurt over his dismissal of you the last time that you had no desire to forgive him.

All that vanished though, when Davy Jones appeared and agreed to take Will aboard the Flying Dutchman. You knew it was Jack's doing, that he had a plan in place, but that didn't stop you from stepping forward and volunteering to go along with him.

Out of love? Out of desperation? Out of your compulsion to protect the people you cared about? You did not know.

Jack had tried to protest, but Davy Jones accepted.

And so you found yourself standing beside Will, watching as the Black Pearl sailed away, leaving you onboard a ship of dangerous pirates, and a man who did not know how much you loved him.

At every turn, you tried your best to help him. You had learned long ago when to keep your head down and simply follow orders. Will was not a pirate. He picked up every chance he could to fight back. And when he discovered his father was one of the crew members, you had comforted him. And when he had been punished for his mistake with lashings, you had been the one to tend to him, cleaning his wounds and wiping away the blood. You had held his hand as he twitched from the pain, had stroked his hair when he needed a comforting touch.

Your mind screamed at you, at how you were setting yourself for heartbreak once more. But your heart rejoiced. You knew he was doing whatever he was to help Elizabeth, to save her, but you couldn't help it. All those feelings you had buried came rushing back to the top.

Your escape from the Flying Dutchman as well as the Kraken was pure luck. However, by your second encounter with the Kraken, when it came after Jack, your luck had run out.

You had been trying your best to avoid the lashing tentacles, as they grabbed man after man and threw them into the sea. You had successfully avoided capture, but only barely. Your eyes had frantically searched the deck, looking for a way to avoid yet another tentacle when you had spotted Will.

With a tentacle gliding his way to swipe him off his feet and into the water below.

You had screamed his name, had felt yourself leap into action. You ran, throwing yourself forward to push him out of the way. And you succeeded. Only for the tentacle, meant for Will, to hit your body with a force that had your teeth rattling and for you to go flying.

A flash of pain was all you felt at the side of your head. A voice calling out your name in utter alarm and despair was all you remembered.

And then darkness.

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Presently, you blinked away your tears as you set aside the bowl and looked around. It was the first time that you noticed you were in some sort of bed built into the wooden walls. The air smelled heavy and musty. Familiar even.

"Are we at Tia Delma's hideout?" You asked, to which you received a nod in response. "How many of us survived?" Will pursed his lips at her question, and you knew the answer could not be good. "Only a few. Gibbs made it. As did the both of us. And Elizabeth." Of course she did, you thought to yourself.

Wanting to change the subject you raised a hand to your head to press your fingers tenderly against your covered temple. "How long have I been asleep?" The thinning of Will's lips told you just how displeased he was with the answer he gave. "Three days. You were barely alive when we reached Tia Delma. She took one look at you and took you to this room. Working on you for hours before finally letting me in to see you." He admitted, sounding almost angry at the woman.

"Remind me to thank her later." You said with a small smile, as you leaned your head back against the wall and sighed. Your hand came up to fiddle with the skull and cross gold necklace that rested at your throat. "I can't believe he's gone." You whispered, feeling the loss of your friend deeply.

"Elizabeth is in pieces because of it."

You blinked. "Why would she be in pieces over Jack's death?" You asked. You had suspicions that the girl never really liked Jack. There was always some sort tension between the both of them.

"Because she loved him."

Will's words had you blinking in utter surprise.

"What?"

He frowned at the confusion on your face. "I thought you knew?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh yes Will, Elizabeth and I sit together for tea and gossip about our love lives." The statement did make him crack a little smile before he continued.

"Well now you know. Elizabeth loved Jack."

"But I thought you loved her. Weren't you going to marry her?" You asked, allowing your curiosity to show. With all that had happened, neither of you had been able to properly sit and speak. Not when your lives had been in constant danger by either cannibals, or mad pirates or mythical creatures or the Company.

So many people were out to kill all of you.

"I was. I thought I loved her. But I realized, when we got back home, that it was nothing but infatuation. She was the one who rescued me when I was found adrift. And we grew up together. So, I allowed my boyhood feelings to grow into something that was never meant to be." He paused for a moment. "Those feelings are all gone now. And I was glad she found someone to love. For a little while." He added sadly, glancing in the direction the door where Elizabeth was probably sitting beyond. You did too, almost expecting Jack to come swaggering in with his usual land-legs and a bottle of ale in his hand.

"I never expected Jack of all people to die. He seemed almost immortal." You admitted.

"Well he proved he was a mortal man and met his doom. And you would've followed him too, if Tia Delma hadn't been here." You glanced at him curiously, not understanding the tone of his voice. He was glaring at you, his eyes almost stormy. "How could you be so reckless? What you did was extremely dangerous, even for you Y/n."

"You mean saving your life?" A frown creased your brow. "I did what I did to save you Will. And if that is a crime then take me to the brig." You snapped with a roll of your eyes. "And aren't people usually grateful to those who save them?"

He glared at you. "Not at the expense of their own life. The Company is taking over the seas, we need every good pirate we can get."

Anger coursed through your veins. "Oh so thats why you were worried about me? Because you didn't want to loose a good pirate. Its all about strategy with you isn't it?" All your past hurt and heartache was beginning to simmer under the surface, and if you weren't careful you would probably say something you would regret. But you didn't care.

His nostrils flared. "How could you think its simply because of that? Do you truly believe I am that shallow?" He spoke angrily to which you gave a mocking nod. "Of course I do. I mean why else would you ignore me once you gained my friendship?"

"I never-"

But you cut him off. "I thought we were friends Will. But the moment you rescued Elizabeth you ignored me as if you never knew me. As if we didn't spend weeks in each other's company. And then you came back, and I was there with you on the Dutchman, but as soon as you saw Elizabeth, once more you pushed me aside. I am not something you can use whenever you desire before putting it aside to gather dust. And even when I save your life, when I rescue you, you say such things to me?" Your voice had slowly started to rise in octave with each passing word. It was a good thing no one was within earshot to hear you.

Will looked angry with every word that came out of your mouth. "You put yourself in grave danger, Y/n. You always have no regard for your own life or your own safety and it worries me."

"And why should that bother you? Or even worry you for that matter. What am I to you?"

"I only wish to help you Y/n. To protect you-" He reached out with his hand almost as if he were about to touch you but stopped.

You turned your head away. "I did not ask for your protection Will, I do not need it. Why would you wish to protect me?"

"Because-" But you didn't allow him to finish.

"Is it because you think of me as some damsel in distress?" He shook his head.

"No Y/n-" Once again he was interrupted from saying his piece.

"Or you do not believe me to be capable of doing anything."

His voice was almost pleading, imploring you to listen to him. "Y/n-"

But you barely heard him, allowing your hurt and pain to blind you as you spoke. "Why? Why do you wish to protect me so?"

"Because I love you!"

His deceleration came out in a shout. One that echoed in your ears and had your mouth parting in utter surprise, while you stared at him in utter disbelief.

For his part, Will had stood from his chair, hands buried in his hair as he began to pace the length of the small room, still speaking in an almost frenzied and desperate manner.

"From the mo-" His voice broke as he met your gaze. "From the moment I saw you." Suddenly he was sitting in front of you on the bed, clutching at your hand in an almost desperate manner as he continued. "I have loved you from the very second I saw you." His words washed over you like a warm ocean breeze.

"I love you desperately Y/n." His voice was trembling, every word sounding almost broken as he spoke. "My heart calls your name. And I cannot loose you. I cannot." With each word his hands raised to cup your face, only to bring you forward and press your lips to his in a desperate kiss.

And you returned it.

You felt your heart heal and break at the same time as he brushed a hand against your bandages. Pulling back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against your own. "I cannot do this without you, Y/n." He admitted to which you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him with all your strength, hoping to pour all of your love for him in that one simple gesture. "I suppose it is a good thing I love you as well then." You whispered against his neck, to which he let out a small slightly tearful laugh. "I am aware of that. Given how you whispered it to me when you were slipping in and out of consciousness."

You pulled back, staring at wide eyed at his grinning face. "What?!"

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He gently brushed his knuckles against your cheek, a gesture that made you blush. Your hand lifted to trace along the side of his face, enjoying how he closed his eyes, as if to savour your touch.

“I will never leave you Will. Just as long as you promise to never leave me.” You said, still stroking his face.

He nodded in response. “I promise.” His hand found the back of your head, urging you forward to close the remaining distance between the both of you.

This time the kiss lasted longer then just a few seconds.

#will turner x reader #will turner x oc #will turner x y/n #pirates of the carribean: dead men tell no tales #pirates of the carribean at worlds end #pirates of the carribean x reader #pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow #will turner #legolas x reader #orlando bloom x reader #legolas x y/n

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primordialsoundmeditation · 6 months

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In the late 1980s, Lieserl, the daughter of the famous genius, donated 1,400 letters, written by Einstein, to the Hebrew University, with orders not to publish their contents until two decades after his death. This is one of them, for Lieserl Einstein.

…”When I proposed the theory of relativity, very few understood me, and what I will reveal now to transmit to mankind will also collide with the misunderstanding and prejudice in the world.

I ask you to guard the letters as long as necessary, years, decades, until society is advanced enough to accept what I will explain below.

There is an extremely powerful force that, so far, science has not found a formal explanation to. It is a force that includes and governs all others, and is even behind any phenomenon operating in the universe and has not yet been identified by us.

This universal force is LOVE.

When scientists looked for a unified theory of the universe they forgot the most powerful unseen force.

Love is Light, that enlightens those who give and receive it.

Love is gravity, because it makes some people feel attracted to others.

Love is power, because it multiplies the best we have, and allows humanity not to be extinguished in their blind selfishness. Love unfolds and reveals.

For love we live and die.

Love is God and God is Love.

This force explains everything and gives meaning to life. This is the variable that we have ignored for too long, maybe because we are afraid of love because it is the only energy in the universe that man has not learned to drive at will.

To give visibility to love, I made a simple substitution in my most famous equation.

If instead of E = mc2, we accept that the energy to heal the world can be obtained through love multiplied by the speed of light squared, we arrive at the conclusion that love is the most powerful force there is, because it has no limits.

After the failure of humanity in the use and control of the other forces of the universe that have turned against us, it is urgent that we nourish ourselves with another kind of energy…

If we want our species to survive, if we are to find meaning in life, if we want to save the world and every sentient being that inhabits it, love is the one and only answer.

Perhaps we are not yet ready to make a bomb of love, a device powerful enough to entirely destroy the hate, selfishness and greed that devastate the planet.

However, each individual carries within them a small but powerful generator of love whose energy is waiting to be released.

When we learn to give and receive this universal energy, dear Lieserl, we will have affirmed that love conquers all, is able to transcend everything and anything, because love is the quintessence of life.

I deeply regret not having been able to express what is in my heart, which has quietly beaten for you all my life. Maybe it’s too late to apologize, but as time is relative, I need to tell you that I love you and thanks to you I have reached the ultimate answer! “.

Your father Albert Einstein

Nicole Wilts

Leslie Bing

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riayawrites · 30 days

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Something Different ~

Pairing: Archeron!reader x Azriel

Summary~ When reader gets dropped into the cauldron they emerge as something different and ancient, As they struggle with fae life and their new body she learns that maybe she isn't alone in her battles.

Content Warning: mentions of trauma, depression, ed, fluff and trauma-bonding

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I knew my life was over the moment me and my sisters were forced out of our newly made home by brutal force, and dragged into another land.

The first few minutes of the cauldron were somewhat... peaceful. A stark contrast to the screams of my sisters and her faerie companions. The dark muddled water seemed to become light and airy and warm as I forcefully was thrown into the ancient, deceitful thing. Not like I decided to put up much of a fight anyways, at that moment I chose to let the cauldron invade my body and mind. It's not like it mattered anyways. As the cauldron sensed my relent towards its actions it decided to make things worse; ten-fold. A sharp piercing pain ripped its way through my torn and battered nightgown and all through my back, it was truly a pain like no other, the sounds of bone breaking and skin tearing sent me over and I lost conscience in a blink of an eye.

"She's been out for so long.." I distinctly hear as I awaken from my week - no probably month slumber since the cauldron. I open my eyes and squint from the warm beaming sun on my skin and the soft cotton sheets on the rather large bed I am resting on. I turn my head and open my mouth to speak yet no words come out.

A while goes by of me staring at the ceiling in silence before a figure comes into sight. "I see you are up miss." I turn my head to the side to see a tall woman with skin as dark as the night sky, with ears pointed and long with cascading black hair. She was truly a sight. I finally say my first word "Where am I.." I ask in my dazed confusion and slight emptiness. "You are in High Lord Rhysand's town house in the Night Court miss." "Your sisters and the others are all downstairs if you wish to join them I will help you ready." I take heed of the mention of my sisters and a great wave of relief washes over me when I realize all 3 of my sisters are safe. Ive always been the caring and nourishing one of all my sisters, being the 2nd eldest daughter I stepped in and took on a role of a mother in the absence of our own. My duties all arranged from making sure our old cabin stayed together by cooking and cleaning and even taking desperate jobs in town to make a pitiful income for my father and sisters to survive. In my spare time I loved to bake, but that was before we lost our fortune. My main hobby became singing as that was a way to express myself without it costing.

I gently arise from the bed with the help of Nuala- as she calls herself. My first steps in months to the bathing area and I realize something is off.. My steps glide almost gracefully and I seem to be, lighter and smoother with my motions. As I get to the bathroom I take a look in a full length mirror in my bathing quarters as I gasp as I see what is staring back at me.

I look in the mirror to see a beautiful fae woman with pointed ears and locks of long healthy hair that seemed to grow down to my lower back. I take a closer look at my body just to admire it, I've never been a bone skinny girl even when we were poor, always having curves on my hips and slight hourglass figure and fuller breasts compared to the women in my village. But now those features are gracefully implicated and only seem to heighten my new body. I hear Nuala compliment me and start to run water for me to get into and wash.

After a few minutes of an annoying bath with painful reminders of the cauldron, I'm faced with tons of beautiful dresses sparkling and shining each one better than the other. I choose a shimmering black off the shoulder long sleeve mermaid dress that was comfortable to walk in and has soft material. I sit at the large vanity whilst Nuala brushes my long wavy hair and pins it to the side, letting it freely fall down my sides. I take one final look in the mirror and mentally prepare myself for whats awaiting down at dinner.

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My chest feels heavy and my steps dragged as I walk down the many steps of the town house, taking my sweet time to admire my sisters many paintings carefully hung on the walls of the house. I hear chatter and laughs coming from the dining area as I make my way down. I step into the light of the dining area, an aura of glitter and.. light? seeping from my pores and around me. All conversation stops and heads turn my way while I assess the room.

There's my sister, Feyre and her husband Rhysand. A smile graces the corner of my mouth before I drop it and look at everyone else. It's a beautiful fae woman with curled blonde hair and striking blue eyes near Cassian; the war general. I believe her name is "Morrigan". I see a pair of captivating dark blue eyes staring at me almost assessing me in a way that makes me avert my eyes from his gaze.

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AN- sorry to end like this lol first fic, planning on making more parts with her power

#azriel shadowsinger #az x reader #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #acotar #acosf #acomaf #acowar #elain archeron #rhysand #cassian #amren acotar

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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a waiting place

A/N: In honor of @sillyrabbit81 and her milestone event. Congrats friend! I don't know if this is cheating but I took two screenshots, sent one and kept one for myself. I thought it would take me days, but I sat down and this feeling just poured from me.

Her event masterlist is here.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader (my first time with writing him, please be gentle)

Prompt: Slow & Romantic // Geralt // Mirror Sex

Summary: You have finally found a place of your own

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: there is sex in this story so NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI

It was rumored to have been made with magic, but when you finally stumbled across the mirror tucked deep in the recesses of the farmhouse abandoned in Ebbing after the start of the Northern War, it was draped in a dusty cloth and looked anything but.

Still, the vibrations were calling, remnants of your ancestors, whose mastery of craft had placed the various pieces of skillfully forged metal and intricately carved wood together around the silver-backed glass. When you touched it, a warmth spread from your fingertips to your toes, and you knew you were home.

Exactly what kind of home had yet to be determined, since your skills were still newfound and you’d yet to master any sort of transformative spells. Backbreaking hard work was all you were able to put into it, but the efforts were worth it once you were able to lay down in a bed of your own making, the mirror standing in a newly prominent place of honor against the wall across the room.

In the morning, you readied a hot bath, filled with nourishing herbs and healing tinctures, and placed a tray of fresh bread flanked by cured meats and cheeses on the small table beside the wooden tub along with a bowl of warm stew and pitcher of ale.

And exactly three years after your initial meeting, you called out to him, desire coursing through your veins and energy pulsing in your reflection, clearly bound with the mastery of your ancients.

“I am here. I made it. I need you.” You repeated the words in thoughts through the spells you chanted so that when he arrived, he would know why. Pulling someone through space and time was never easy, on them or you. But the yearning was too great, fueling the need to feel his skin against yours, his breath in your ear.

You helped him out of his clothes and into the water and waited for him to invite you in next, knowing full well the need he’d feel when he’d recovered from the journey. He held your arm and wouldn’t let go, even as his grunts and groans indicated his agitated and depleted state. So you sat next to him as long as you could before it became apparent you’d need to replenish the hot water in the bath soon.

He reached for you once the steam was rising from the tub once again. You dropped your sleep shift to the ground and let him guide you into the water with him. “The floor will dry”, you told yourself. “This moment may never come again.”

His gaze was tender and grateful and you smiled back at him, pleased at his reaction to being called here.

“Were you finished?” you asked. “Did I time it right?”

“Just,” he grunted.

“I’ve missed you. So very much.”

“I’m glad you survived your trial. Is this where you’ll stay from now on?”

“Need to know where to find me?” you smirked.

“And when. Yes.”

“I imagine there’ll come a time when I’ll need to go back. I can only learn so much more from books; I’ll need another mentor soon.”

“But for now?” he trailed off with a quirked brow.

“For now you find me here.”

With the water cooled and your bodies’ heat risen, Geralt stood with your legs wrapped around his waist, lips still locked against yours, a hand cradling your ass while the other pressed against your back to keep you tight to his chest. He stepped with ease out of the tub and to the bed, where he laid you down and peeled your limbs from him.

“I want to see you.”

“You’ve seen me. We’ve been in that water together for ages. Please,” you reached for him, but he stood still, head cocked to the side regarding your naked form. You watched him breathe in deeply and sigh the air out as he closed his eyes in contemplation. When he opened them again, you could swear you saw sparks as he acquiesced to your desire.

He crawled over your naked body, drops of water from his long silvery hair landing to cool the fire on your skin. But that flame for him would never douse, not in a million years. And while he had given in to your need to touch him and hold him in bed immediately, he wanted to take you apart slowly.

“Is that it?” he asked, head turned toward the mirror where he could make out his image poured over you, your leg draped over his thigh.

“Yes. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

He pulled back, taking you with him as he shifted to his knees and deftly turned you away from him, facing the mirror.

“What it reflects, certainly.” His voice was low in your ear as you watched the backs of his fingers caress your arms and down your sides. You knew his cat eyes could see more details in that image across the room than you ever could, but he did a good job of putting on a whole show of movement you could see as well as feel, placing kisses along your shoulder as a hand returned to cup your heaving chest. He slid his other hand forward around your waist and down over your belly, reaching for the heat between your thighs. Your eyes closed involuntarily when his fingers found their way inside you.

“Please watch. I want to see all of you, especially your eyes, while you come undone for me,” he whispered in your ear.

You wanted to feel all of him inside you immediately; you were practically bursting with the heat of your need for him but since you knew that would never wane, you gave in and watched the mirror while he slowly and methodically stroked you to orgasm.

You felt yourself floating back to the bed and watched him peer down at you again while he took himself in hand and lined up at your entrance. He let out a long, low groan as he lowered himself to pulse into you slowly.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

“I’ve missed this too, Geralt. I wish it would never end.”

“I’m going to make this last, alright?” he asked, head pulled back to gauge your interest.

You nodded and smiled, pleased he felt up to a long night after such a journey. You’d absolutely have to place a mark next to the entry in your spell book you’d used to prepare the bath, as the concoction had clearly done its job.

He didn’t lie. For hours, he teased and tortured you with his cock, grinding you deep and slow into the mattress while he caressed your mouth with his. His tongue tangled against yours, leaving only to trace lines of lust along your neck or chest. Sometimes, he’d roll you over him and urge you to take one of your many releases while riding him upright, his hands firm around your waist.

You lost count of how many ways he brought you pleasure before he finally pulled you to hands and knees in front of him, once again facing the mirror. Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he gently lifted your torso against him, hand gripping lightly at your neck.

“I want you to watch again. Let the source of your true power soak up every bit of ours together,” his voice rumbled in your ear and vibrated against your back. When you nodded, he pressed you back down, chest all the way to the bed while he gripped your hips tight and rocked into you.

Even now, in this position usually reserved for wild abandon, Geralt made love to you. His movement was calculated, his strokes long and deliberate. His eyes sought yours in the reflection, though it was hard to tear your view away from where his hips disappeared behind your ass.

“Will you come with me one last time?” he begged, completely out of character and for a moment, you felt a sadness you hadn’t expected. Surely he wouldn’t let this be the last time you found each other across this vast lifetime?

“If you promise to come back,” you answered, as if you could ever hold back your release once he began to pump in earnest.

“When I can, yes.”

With that most useless of promises secured, you smiled and nodded again. “Come for me, Geralt.”

It only took a few more strokes before he came with a growl, and you were lost in a blinding explosion of lights. Collapsed next to one another, you steadied your heart rate and burrowed into him as he curled himself around you. His sustained heat would never allow you to sleep long like this, but you sighed with content anyway.

You had a home to call your own, and Geralt was willing to follow you here when he could, and that was all you cared about for now.

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CHAPTER FOUR | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: a lot of violence, some death, zombies, angst, smut, just a field of emotions tbh + this is almost 10k words

A/N: i hope this chapter makes sense i tried to do different points of view but it kinda sounds silly (and i used grammarly to edit this) also! after this is the epilogue

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You point at a certain mark on the map, triggering Chad to sigh, and shake his head. "Chad, we have to go past here, or we're going to go back home empty-handed. Chad sighs again, his expression filled with frustration. "I know, but what if we keep looking here? We could've missed something."

You clench your jaw, "We've been searching here for the past three weeks, Chad." Chad looks down at the map, contemplating your words. After a moment, Wes speaks up, joining in the conversation. "Maybe it's time to consider exploring other areas. There's a chance that we might find what we're looking for elsewhere."

Chad looks up, contemplating Wes's suggestion, before finally nodding in agreement. "Alright, let's broaden our search and see if we have better luck in a different location." Finally agreeing on another area to search, you all get back into the truck, hoping to find enough to feed your community.

There's been a shortage in the community's inventory. It seems like food is just not as plentiful as it used to be. Despite their best efforts, the current location hasn't yielded enough resources to sustain everyone.

People are getting frustrated due to their hunger, and tensions are starting to rise. It's crucial to find a new location with abundant resources soon, as the community's well-being depends on it.

The thought of returning empty-handed fills you with dread, knowing that it would only fuel the growing unrest among your fellow community members. You silently pray for a stroke of luck and that this new location can provide the nourishment your people desperately seek.

When you arrive, you notice Chad's uneasiness. "You okay?" you ask, concerned. Chad hesitates before answering, "I'm just worried about what we'll find here. We've been disappointed before, and I don't know if we can handle another setback." You understand his fears and reassure him that together, you will face whatever challenges lie ahead.

You grip your pistol tighter, ready to defend yourself and your group if necessary. Chad hops out of the car, with you and Wes following behind him. "Walker to our left," you announce, keeping your voice low.

Wes nods at you, silently jogging over to kill the flesh-eating creature before it becomes a threat. Chad scans the area, his eyes darting between the abandoned buildings and overgrown vegetation, searching for any other signs of danger.

You take a deep breath, the weight of the situation settling in as you prepare for the unknown lurking in the shadows. The tension in the air is obvious, but you trust in your group's abilities to navigate this risky panorama.

"Let's check out that building ahead." You suggest, pointing towards the best-looking structure that appears to be relatively intact. Chad nods in agreement, and together you cautiously make your way toward it, keeping a watchful eye for any potential dangers that may arise along the way.

You reach for your flashlight, illuminating the room with a beam of light that reveals the remnants of a once vibrant space. Dust-covered furniture and torn wallpaper hint at the life that once thrived here, but now only silence and emptiness remain. Chad scans the room, his eyes darting from corner to corner, searching for any signs of danger.

A sudden creaking noise echoes through the stillness, causing your hearts to skip a beat. Chad instinctively grabs your arm, his grip tightening as you both freeze in anticipation. Slowly, you turn towards the source of the sound, ready to face whatever awaits you in this mysterious place.

You relax, it was only a walker. Its decaying body lurches towards you, its hollow eyes staring blankly ahead. Chad raises his knife, ready to defend both of you from the threat. With ease, he kills it, sending it collapsing to the ground.

"Guys," you both turn your heads to Wes, who stares at a map nailed to the wall. "Look at this," Wes says, pointing to a marked location on the map. "It's marked food." You and Chad approach Wes, inspecting the map closely. "Yeah, but what if it's a trap?" Chad says, eyeing the map suspiciously.

"We can't afford to take any chances," you respond, considering the possibility. "But if it's true, finding a source of food could be a game-changer for us." Wes nods at your words.

"I agree," Wes says, his voice filled with hope. "We've been scavenging for weeks, and our supplies are running dangerously low. Plus, if it were a trap, whose would it be? It's a dead zone out here." Chad's skepticism wavers slightly as he contemplates the potential benefits.

He looks at the map again, tracing his finger over the marked location. "If there's even a small chance that we could find a reliable source of food, it might be worth the risk," Chad admits reluctantly.

You can see the weariness in his eyes, the exhaustion from weeks of uncertainty and constant danger. But there's also a glimmer of hope, a flicker of desperation that makes him willing to entertain the possibility.

"Okay, fine. But in and out, we'll park the car outside the warehouse, load it up, and then leave." Chad's voice trembles slightly as he lays out the plan, his determination masking his underlying fear.

He knows that every decision they make now carries immense consequences, and the thought of being caught in a vulnerable position gnaws at him. However, the prospect of securing a stable food supply for the community pushes him to take this calculated risk.

"Alright." You smile and say, "Let's do this." Wes smiles, checking to see if his AR is fully loaded and ready to go. Chad can't help but smile as well, holding up his hand. "High five!"

You playfully roll your eyes before meeting Wes and Chad in a three-way high five.

"In and out," Chad repeats, you nod, kicking in the warehouse door. The door swings open, and the three of you step inside, ready to execute the plan with precision and efficiency. The dimly lit warehouse stretches out before you, filled with crates and shelves that hold the promise of a stable food supply for your community.

As you make your way deeper into the warehouse, the musty smell of old cardboard fills the air. Dust particles dance in the beams of sunlight that filter through the small windows. The silence is broken only by the occasional creaking of the floorboards beneath your feet.

The three of you move in sync, navigating through the maze of crates and shelves with practiced ease. Each step brings you closer to your goal, the anticipation building with every passing moment. The success of this mission could mean the difference between survival and starvation for your community.

As you reach the end of the dimly lit storage room, you spot the crate you've been searching for. With bated breath, you carefully pry it open to reveal its precious contents - a stash of much-needed food supplies.

Relief washes over you as you realize that your community will have enough to eat for the foreseeable future. "Fuck yeah," Wes mumbles, sending you a smile.

You return Wes's smile, knowing that this small victory will provide hope and nourishment for everyone. Wes quickly picks up the container, and loading it into the truck. You pick up your own container, with Chad doing the same before heading towards the truck as well.

Chad shuts the truck, "Let's go." You shake your head, "We have like two more containers." Chad raises an eyebrow, his expression turning serious. "Are you sure? We've already loaded a lot."

You nod confidently, pointing towards the remaining containers. "I'll--" You're interrupted by the sound of gunshots, echoing through the air. Wes jumps in the car, panic evident on his face. "We need to go, now!" he shouts.

Chad quickly jumps into the driver's seat, trying to start the engine as you scramble to get inside. The urgency in Wes's voice sends a shiver down your spine as you realize the situation has taken a dangerous turn.

"Fuck! The car isn't starting!" You frantically glance around, searching for an alternative escape route. Gunshots ring out again, hitting your car. You duck down instinctively, feeling the bullets whiz past you.

"Oh, shit." The car's engine finally roars, and Chad slams his foot on the gas pedal, propelling the car forward with a screech.

"Watch out!" You shout at Chad, a figure in black stands in the middle of the road, a shotgun in their hand. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you brace yourself for impact, but Chad skillfully swerves to avoid the figure. The car narrowly misses them, and you both let out a sigh of relief as you speed away, leaving the dangerous turn behind.

"Who the hell was that?" Wes asks from the back seat, leaning up to look between you and Chad. You exchange a puzzled glance with Chad before responding, "I'm not sure, but whoever they were, they definitely meant trouble. We should report this to Gale and Dewey."

"No!" Chad yells, his voice filled with urgency. "We can't tell them we went past the safe zone." Chad's eyes widen with fear as he continues, "If they find out, we'll be in serious trouble."

You and Wes exchange worried looks, realizing the seriousness of Chad's words. The consequences of venturing beyond the safe zone without authorization could be severe, but you also understand the importance of reporting the encounter to Gale and Dewey for everyone's safety.

Like every other mission, you're greeted by the police force, who loads everything back up, including Gale, Iris, and Tara. "I'll tell her," Chad says, walking past you and to Gale. You watch as Chad approaches Gale, his look serious.

Tara runs to you, bringing you into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay," she whispers, her voice filled with relief. You hug her back, smiling. "Like every time. I told you, I'm not going anywhere."

Tara pulls away from the hug slightly, grinning up at you. "I know, but I still worry," she says, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You mean a lot to me." You feel comfort in your heart as Tara's words sink in. "You mean a lot to me too, Tara," you reply wholeheartedly.

Her smile expands before she brings you into a long kiss. The kiss is filled with love and reassurance, a silent promise that you'll always be there for each other. She pulls away, her eyes shining with happiness.

You don't notice Iris watching the whole scene from across the room, jealousy and longing evident in her eyes. She quickly turns away, pretending not to have seen anything, but you can't help but wonder what she's thinking.

"I have to talk to Gale." You tell Tara, and Tara holds your hand, shaking your hand. "Chad has all that handled, relax, babe. You don't need to worry about anything," Tara assures you, her voice soothing and comforting.

You take a deep breath, trying to trust in Chad's abilities and let go of your concerns. Tara walks you home, staying by your side as you navigate through the empty streets. "You wanna come in? I can tell you have something on your mind." You ask Tara, opening your front door.

Tara hesitates for a moment before nodding, grateful for the offer. "Sure," she says, stepping inside your home. "I'll shower, and I'll be right back." You tell Tara, who sits on the couch, making herself comfortable. When you return from the shower, you find Tara engrossed in a book she found on your coffee table. The sight warms your heart, knowing that she feels at ease in your home.

You join her on the couch and ask, "So, what's on your mind?" She closes the book and looks at you, a hint of vulnerability flashes in her eyes. "I've been thinking a lot about me and you," she confesses. "I...want you to be my girlfriend."

Your heart skips a beat as you process Tara's words, and you can't help but smile. "I've been thinking about us too," you reply, gently taking her hand in yours. "And I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."

Tara smiles, moves to sit closer to you, and rests her head on your shoulder. "I'm so glad you feel the same way," she whispers softly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before." You wrap your arm around her and say, "Me either."

"Now we can both relax, huh?" Tara says, letting out a relieved sigh. "No more uncertainty or wondering where we stand." You nod in agreement, "I could make you relax even more if you'd like."

Tara raises an eyebrow, "I just poured my heart out to you, and you wanna get dirty?" You chuckle and shake your head, "No, that's not what I meant. I just meant that I'll always be here for you, to support and comfort you whenever you need it."

Tara blushes slightly and smiles, "Oh...but I wasn't opposed to the other idea either."

Your eyes widen, surprised by Tara's response. You laugh nervously, unsure of how to respond. "Well, uh...we can definitely explore that idea too if you're open to it," you say, fiddling with the end of the couch. Tara's smile widens, and she leans in closer. "I think I am," she whispers, her voice filled with anticipation.

You lean in closer as well, connecting your lips. The kiss is soft and gentle, igniting a spark between the two of you. Tara smiles against your lips, her hands finding their way to your face.

You deepen the kiss, moving Tara to straddle you. Tara pulls away, panting slightly. "Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?" she asks, her eyes filled with desire.

You nod, scooping up your girlfriend in your arms. Carrying her effortlessly, you make your way toward the bedroom, feeling the electricity between you intensify with every step. Tara's breath quickens as you lay her down gently on the bed, trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone.

Her body arches in response, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Y/N..." she gasps.

You pause, looking into Tara's eyes, seeing the hunger and longing mirrored in them. "Yes, Tara?" you whisper, your voice filled with anticipation. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. "I want you," she breathes, her voice laced with need.

You can feel your heart racing as her words echo in your ears. Without a word, you crash your lips against hers, your tongue eagerly exploring the depths of her mouth. The taste of her lips and the urgency in her kiss consume you.

Her hands leave your hair, dragging from your chest to the end of your shirt before sliding underneath, her touch sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. "Take it off," she mumbles against your lips.

You oblige, quickly removing your shirt and tossing it aside. Her hand trails down your bare torso, tracing the contours of your muscles, igniting a fiery desire within you. You then reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her smooth skin and the curve of her waist.

You press a kiss on her stomach, feeling her muscles tense under your lips. Her breath hitches, "Fuck, Y/N, just fuck me." The intensity of her words sends a shiver down your spine, fueling your desire even further. You kiss her hungrily, and your hands wander to the button of her pants, eagerly undoing it.

Tara reaches for your hands, intertwining her fingers with yours, as she guides them to the clasp of her bra. With practiced ease, you unhook the clasp, freeing her breasts from their confinement. They spill out, full and inviting, and you can't help but lean in to capture one of her nipples in your mouth, teasing it with your tongue.

Tara's moan fills the room, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Her hands move to your hair, pulling you closer as she arches her back in pleasure. "Baby, please. I want you inside me."

You let go of her nipple, savoring the taste on your lips and meet her gaze filled with lust. With a knowing smile, you whisper in her ear, "Patience, my love. I wanna take my time with you."

Your hands eagerly explore her body, tracing the curves that have captivated you for so long. You marvel at how smooth her skin feels under your fingertips, the way her muscles tense and relax as you caress her. Her soft moans of anticipation only fuel your desire, as you continue to worship every inch of her with your touch.

Your finger lifts the hem of her underwear, revealing a glimpse of the hidden treasures that lie beneath. With a teasing smile, you slowly slide her underwear down her legs, exposing her to your hungry gaze.

The sight before you takes your breath away—her delicate folds glistening with arousal, begging to be explored. You lean in, your warm breath grazing her skin, as you whisper, "Are you ready for me, my love?"

She responds with a soft whimper, her body trembling in anticipation. With a gentle nod, she whispers back, "Yes, please...fuck."

Without hesitancy, you position yourself between her parted thighs, ready to fulfill her deepest desires. Your hands, now guided by a primal instinct, caress her soft skin, tracing the contours of her body, heightening her senses.

The room fills with the intoxicating scent of her arousal, as you lean in closer, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

You can hear her breath hitch as you brush your lips against hers, teasingly. A soft moan escapes her parted lips, her need for you growing with every passing moment. Your tongue gently teases her, licking against her clit. Her body arches in response, aching for more of your touch.

"Shit!" You hear her whisper, her hands gripping the sheets, craving the release that only you can provide. You continue to explore her, your fingers sliding inside her wetness, matching the rhythm of your tongue. Her hips buck against your hand, desperate for deeper penetration.

She gasps, her eyes locking with yours, silently begging for the connection to intensify. You oblige, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her breath hitches as you skillfully curl your fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot. The intensity of her pleasure builds, and she gasps for air, her eyes locked with yours, silently begging for that final release. "I...I'm so close, Y/N..."

You can feel her body tense, her muscles quivering with anticipation. As she reaches the peak of her pleasure, her body convulses in ecstasy, a guttural moan escaping her lips. "Yes, yes, fuck!"

Your hand never falters, continuing its rhythmic motion, prolonging her orgasm, and ensuring her ultimate satisfaction. Finally, her body relaxes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath, a grateful smile spreading across her face.

You smile back at her and say, "You still think elevator horror beats Jason?" She playfully rolls her eyes, "Shut the hell up." Before you could make another comment, she brings you into a heated kiss, her lips eagerly meeting yours.

"Lay down, baby." You hear her whisper in a seductive tone, and you comply, not wasting a second. Tara's hands fly to your pants, pulling them down along with your boxers with urgency.

Your hard-on immediately springs free, throbbing with anticipation. Tara's touch sends shivers down your spine as she takes you in her hand, her grip firm and confident. "Mmm, fuck."

You moan in pleasure, unable to contain the intense sensation that courses through your body. Tara's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses, as her hand continues to stroke you with expert precision. The room fills with the sound of your heavy breathing, mixing with the soft moans escaping your lips.

You whine when Tara pulls away, leaving you craving more of her touch. She locks eyes with you, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. She lowers herself on your cock, taking you deep inside her with a satisfied sigh. "Shit, Tara. You're so tight."

Tara's hips begin to move in a rhythmic motion, matching the intensity of your breathless moans. Your hand grips her waist, guiding her movements as you both find a steady rhythm. Tara moans, closing her eyes in blissful surrender to the pleasure coursing through her body.

You wrap a hand around her throat, forcing her to look up at you. Her eyes widen in astonishment and excitement as you assert your dominance.

The added pressure intensifies the pleasure for both of you, heightening the connection between your bodies. Tara's moans grow louder, fueling your desire to take her to new heights of ecstasy.

"Look at me, love." You command, your voice laced with desire and authority. Tara's eyes lock with yours, a mix of vulnerability and passion shining through. "Y/N..." she whispers, her voice dripping with adoration. "I'm all yours," she breathes, surrendering herself completely to your dominance.

You can feel the trust she has in you, as her body responds eagerly to your every touch and command. You place your feet flat on the bed, meeting her hips with a powerful thrust, causing her to gasp and arch her back in pleasure. "Ahh, fuck, yes...!"

You lose yourself in the rhythm of your bodies colliding. The sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with heavy breathing makes the moment feel incredibly intense and raw. Tara's eyes roll back in her head as she moans uncontrollably, her nails digging into your chest.

"I'm so close, baby." She whines, biting down on her lower lip. You nod, feeling yourself getting closer as well, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. "Cum with me, love."

You whisper, tangled in the ecstasy of the moment, urging each other on, desperate to reach the peak together. Your thumb begins teasing her sensitive spot, eliciting a sharp gasp from Tara. As her grip tightens on your chest, her breathing becomes more erratic.

The room fills with the sounds of your mutual pleasure, each moan and gasp pushing you both closer to the edge.

The intensity of the moment builds and builds, until finally, with one final thrust, you both shatter into a blissful release. The world around you fades away as you cling to each other, basking in the aftershocks of your intense connection.

As the waves of pleasure subside, Tara's body relaxes against yours, her breath slowly returning to a steady rhythm. You run your fingers through her hair, savoring the intimate closeness and the lingering warmth between you.

In the silence that follows, you exchange a knowing smile, an unspoken acknowledgment of the deep bond you share. Tara raises her head from your chest, pressing a kiss on your nose. You chuckle, hugging her tighter until she falls asleep.

You barge into Gale's living room, surprising her and Sidney. Gale and Sidney jump up from the couch, startled by your sudden entrance. You apologize for the intrusion, explaining that you have urgent news to share. "We were shot at...during the mission earlier."

Sidney's jaw drops, and Gale's eyes widen in shock. They exchange a worried glance before Gale asks, "Are you both okay? What happened?"

You take a deep breath and recount the harrowing details of the ambush, Gale's eyes widen even more as she listens intently. Sidney's face grows pale, her hands trembling slightly.

The room falls silent as you finish describing the close call and the narrow escape. Both Gale and Sidney are visibly shaken, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Gale...you should tell her," Sidney says, her voice barely above a whisper. Gale looks at Sidney, hesitation evident in her eyes. "Tell me what?"

Gale takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze shifting between you and Sidney. Finally, she musters the courage to speak. "There's something you need to know about that ambush," Gale begins, her voice filled with apprehension.

TWO WEEKS LATER

"It's been two weeks, and they haven't attacked us," Dewey says, his tone laced with concern. "I think they might be planning something bigger, something more dangerous." Gale nods in agreement, her expression growing more serious.

"The best thing we can do is just continue fortifying the walls and staying stacked on ammunition."

Sidney leans in, her eyes narrowing with worry. "But what happens when they get through the walls? Everyone here isn't fit to fight." Officer Bailey and a lot of the other officers nod in agreement at Sidney's words.

"Everyone who can't fight should exit the community as safely and quietly as possible without being undetected. While the ones who can fight, fight. We fight until we can't defend this place." You say, your voice firm and determined.

"We'll need to come up with a plan to prioritize the safety of those who can't fight, ensuring they have a clear escape route and any necessary resources."

Chad nods, speaking up. "Y/N's right. But the thing is, we don't know how many of them there are." Chad's concern is valid, as we lack information about the strength and number of our enemies.

"We also don't know what weapons they have. What if they show up with just knives?" Sam adds, uncrossing her arms. You, Chad, Dewey, Gale, Sidney, Officer Bailey, Officer Kirby, and Officer Hicks all glance at each other, knowing that facing enemies armed with knives would still pose a significant threat.

Officer Bailey breaks the silence, suggesting, "We need to be prepared for the worst-case scenario. We don't want to run into a death trap by underestimating the enemy." Nodding in agreement, you all begin discussing the best course of action, understanding the importance of being well-prepared for any possible outcome.

Mindy, Anika, and Heather's heads turn to the door, which opened with a creak. Someone walks through Heather's bedroom door in a Ghostface costume. Mindy laughs, raising her head from Anika's chest. Heather smiles and says, Amber, babe, where did you find that?"

The Ghostface just stands there, silently staring at the three friends. Mindy's laughter fades as a sense of unease settles in the room. Anika cautiously asks, "Amber, is that you?"

The Ghostface remains motionless, causing a shiver to run down their spines. Suddenly, the masked figure lunges forward, making them all scream in terror. Mindy and Anika jump from the bed, along with Heather, who grabs her lamp and throws it at Ghostface's head.

The lamp shatters on impact, momentarily stunning the masked figure. They take advantage of the distraction to scramble towards the door, desperately trying to escape their attacker's reach.

Ghostface trips Anika before she can reach the door, causing her to fall to the ground. Mindy and Heather turn back, their hearts pounding in fear, as they realize they can't leave Anika behind. "Anika!" Mindy shouts for her girlfriend, running to rescue her but only earning a slice in her arm.

Heather looks around the hall, not finding a weapon to use, instead, she runs into the next room to search. Anika grabs Ghostface's cloak, trying to pull them down and away from Mindy. Anika's desperate attempt to save Mindy only angers Ghostface further, who retaliates by wrapping a hand around her neck and stabbing her in the stomach.

Anika screams in pain as Ghostface twists the knife in her stomach. Heather, hearing Anika's screams, rushes back into the room with a fire extinguisher in hand. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she swings the heavy object at Ghostface, hitting them square in the head.

The impact momentarily stuns Ghostface, giving Heather enough time to grab Anika and Mindy and pull them to safety.

Heather shuts the door to Iris's room, her heart dropping as she notices her dead body in the bed. She fights back tears, realizing that Iris has become Ghostface's latest victim. "No...no..." she mumbles, walking over to the bed to check for any signs of life.

As Heather searches for a pulse, her trembling hands find none, confirming Iris's tragic fate. "Not my sister, no..." she cries, clutching her chest in disbelief. Memories of their childhood flood her mind, making the loss even more unbearable.

"Heather! The door!" Mindy yells, snapping Heather out of her grief-stricken daze. Startled, Heather turns towards the door and sees it wide open, realizing that Ghostface may still be lurking nearby. Fear grips her as she realizes she must now not only mourn her sister's death but also fight for her own survival.

Heather quickly shuts the door, pushing her dresser against it. She jumps when Ghostface begins kicking on it, desperately trying to break through. The sound of each thud sends shivers down her spine, but Heather refuses to let fear paralyze her.

She scans the room for any means of defense, her mind racing with thoughts of how to outsmart the masked intruder and protect herself from a similar fate as her sister.

She runs to her window, seeing someone walking down the street. Quickly opening it, she begins shouting his name. "Wes! Wes!" Desperation fills her voice as she hopes that Wes will hear her cries for help.

Thankfully, Wes turns his head, confused. Heather waves frantically, catching Wes's attention. She stops waving her hands, her heart dropping, when she notices another Ghostface behind Wes. "WES! BEHIND YOU!"

Heather's heart races as she watches in horror, realizing that Wes is in immediate danger. Panic sets in as she desperately tries to warn him of the masked intruder lurking behind him.

But Wes, unaware of the danger, continues to walk toward Heather, his eyes still fixed on her. Heather's voice trembles as she screams, "Wes, please, turn around!" Wes takes another step closer, completely oblivious to the imminent threat.

She lets out a sob as Wes's body falls to the ground, a scream escaping her lips. The masked killer stands over him before snapping their head at Heather.

Everyone jumps at the sound of a crash. You quickly look at Gale, who looks at Dewey. "It's them." Without wasting a moment, everyone springs to action, ready to fight off the attack on their community.

Everyone moves in flow as they execute the plan, each person knowing their role and working seamlessly together. You and Chad run to the armory, your hearts dropping when the guns are gone. Ethan runs into the armory and says, " We've been raided. They took all the weapons."

"Fuck!" You shout, quickly leaving the armory and pulling out your knife. "Chad, go make sure the perimeter is secure and warn the others. We'll have to rely on our hand-to-hand combat skills for now." Chad nods and sprints off, while you and Ethan run in the direction the crash came from.

"Do you...do you think Tara and Quinn are okay?" Ethan asks, in worry for your girlfriend and for his sister. You glance at Ethan, concern evident in your eyes. "I don't know, I know they can handle themselves." With determination, you both pick up your pace, catching up with Sidney, Gale, and Dewey.

They're on the lookout post, staring down at people that stand outside the gate. You quickly climb up the post, standing beside Sidney. You look down, seeing two men in black cloaks, with Ghostface masks in their hands. "Suprise, Sidney!" One of them shouts, a jolly smile on his lips.

Sidney shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the sight in front of her. "What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you seen a ghost." The other says, a smirk playing on his lips. Sidney's heart races as she recognizes the familiar taunting voice.

Another Ghostface appears, exiting the truck that tries to ram through your walls. He takes off his mask, earning a mumble from Sidney. "Mickey..."

Mickey smirks, "Surprise again, Sidney. Scared, aren't you?" Sidney clenches her fists, her voice filled with determination. "I'm not scared of you, Mickey. I've faced worse." Mickey's smirk increases, "Well, can you face all of us...including this truck full of walkers?"

Sidney's eyes widen as she glances at the truck, realizing the magnitude of the threat. She takes a deep breath, her resolve unwavering. "Bring it on, Mickey. I'll take on whatever you throw at me."

You walk over to Dewey and Gale, "Someone stole all of our guns. There has to be more of them inside." Dewey's eyes widen in disbelief, while Gale's expression turns grim. "We can't face them without any weapons," Dewey mutters, his voice filled with concern.

Gale nods in agreement, her gaze fixed on the truck full of walkers. "We need to find a way to arm ourselves before it's too late," she says.

You and Dewey climb down the lookout post, "Ah, Dewey! Where ya going? The party's getting started!" Stu shouts, leaning against the truck with a mischievous grin. Dewey ignores the man, turning to you.

"We need to find a place where we can scavenge for weapons," Dewey says, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of potential armaments. You nod in agreement, knowing that time is of the essence if you want to stand a chance against the approaching horde.

Chad runs behind his home, searching for his hidden gun box. "Fuck!" He shouts, realizing that it's been emptied.

"Sidney...Jill's on her way." Billy says, using his knife to scratch his head. "She's bringing another truck of walkers. You and your friends will not survive this." Gale shakes her head, "Neither will you fuckers."

Gale's defiance is met with a grim smile from Billy. "We'll see about that," he mutters, resoluteness flashing in his eyes.

Heather's heartbeat slows when the kicking stops/. "We have to get...Anika to the doctor." Mindy mutters, her voice filled with urgency. "She's lost a lot of blood." Anika groans, "Can you please say something more positive?"

Heather looks at Anika with concern, her voice trembling slightly. "We'll find a way to get you the help you need, Anika. Hang in there." Heather starts to search Iris's drawers, looking for a weapon in case Ghostface is still lurking nearby. She grabs a gun, checking to make sure it's loaded and ready for use.

Heather moves the dresser before quickly opening the door to the hallway, scanning for any signs of danger. She sees no immediate threats and motions for Anika to follow her. "Come on, let's get out of here and find help," she says, her voice filled with persistence.

Anika nods weakly, mustering all her strength to stand up and follow Heather to safety, Mindy helps her, and the both of them follow Heather.

As they make their way down the hallway, Heather keeps a watchful eye on their surroundings, her grip on the gun tightening. Mindy whispers words of encouragement to Anika, urging her to keep moving despite her weakened state.

With each step, they can feel the weight of their fear slowly lifting as they inch closer to the possibility of safety.

Heather nearly shoots as Chad bursts through the door, but quickly realizes it's him and lowers her weapon. Chad, out of breath and covered in dirt, explains that he managed to escape from the attackers and has been searching for them.

"Where the fuck is Y/N?" Heather shouts, "Iris is dead! She's dead, Chad!" Chad's face turns pale as he absorbs Heather's words, his heart sinking with grief. "I... I don't know," he stammers, his voice trembling. "We got separated during the chaos. We have to keep moving, Heather."

"SAM!" Richie calls out, walking further into Sam and Tara's house. He scans the rooms, his voice echoing through the empty hallways. Worried, Richie's mind races with thoughts of what could have happened to Sam. "Tara? Are you here?" he calls out, hoping for a response that would ease his growing concern.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sam asks as he emerges from a nearby room, his face etched with confusion and surprise. Richie's relief washes over him as he realizes that Sam is safe. "I came looking for you," Richie explains, his voice filled with genuine concern. "We need to stick together; we're under attack."

Sam's confusion turns to alarm as he takes in Richie's words. "Under attack? By who?" he asks, his voice tinged with fear. Richie takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before responding. "These group of people in Ghostface costumes."

"Where's my sister? Have you seen Tara?" Richie shakes his head, his worry evident in his eyes. "I haven't seen her," he admits. "But we need to find her and get to safety before it's too late." Sam nods, running to the door, but Richie stops her.

"I'm really glad you're safe, Sam..." Richie says, his voice filled with relief. Sam gives him a small smile, grateful for his concern. He walks closer, a small smile on his lips. "Because I really...really wanted to be the one to kill you." Before Sam can react, Richie stabs her, leaving her shocked and gasping for breath.

"Here. Take this." You say, handing Danny, Ethan, Quinn, Liv, and Frankie a handmade weapon. "Liv, I want you to get everyone who can't fight out of the community as fast as possible, you too, Quinn. Lead them to a safe place." Ethan and Quinn nod, before quickly leaving.

"Ethan, go check on Sidney and Gale, make sure the walkers aren't in the walls yet." Ethan nods and rushes off to check on Sidney and Gale, ensuring the safety of the community from the approaching walkers. "Danny and Frankie, you come with me, we're going to see if everyone else is okay."

"We should split up." Danny says, "It will be faster and more efficient if we divide and cover more ground," Frankie adds. You shake your head, Frankie, you're staying with me, I don't want you running off on anyone who needs help." Frankie looks disappointed but nods in agreement. "Alright, I'll stick with you," he says reluctantly.

Danny sends a nod to you before leaving in the opposite direction.

Heather raises her gun as someone else enters the door, but she lowers it when she sees it's her girlfriend and Tara. "Amber," Heather chokes out a sob, "They killed Iris." Amber rushes over to Heather, wrapping her arms around her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Heather," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "We'll find those responsible and make them pay for what they've done."

"Oh my god...Anika, Mindy, are you guys okay?" Tara asks, looking at the two of them with concern. "We need to get them to the infirmary now," Chad says, glancing at everyone.

"How long have you been here?" Amber asks Chad. "Why haven't you taken them to the infirmary?" Chad takes a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly. "I just arrived moments ago, Amber. I swear."

Amber's eyes widen in disbelief. "Moments ago? But how did you know to come here?" she asks, her voice filled with suspicion. Chad hesitates for a moment before answering, "I just wanted to see if Iris was here."

Amber narrows her eyes, still skeptical. "So you just happened to show up right when they needed medical attention?" she questions, her tone accusatory. Chad's face flushes with guilt as he stammers, "I... I didn't know they were hurt."

"Stop accusing him and take them to Dr. Oath!" Tara shouts, wrapping Mindy around her arms protectively. Chad looks relieved at Tara's intervention, grateful for the support. "I promise, I had no idea they were hurt," he repeats, his voice sincere. Amber rolls her eyes, helping Chad carry Anika, following Tara and Mindy.

They safely arrive at the infirmary. "We should go look for others," Tara says, earning nods from Chad and Mindy. They split up to search for the others, each hoping to find them unharmed.

Chad runs behind the houses of the community, calling out for anyone who may be hiding or injured. He scans the area, his heart pounding with worry as he realizes how vast the search could be. Chad stands there, taking a breather.

Not knowing that Ghostface is right behind him. Chad's moment of respite is interrupted as he feels a chilling presence behind him. He turns around, only to come face-to-face with Ghostface, his heart sinking in fear. Ghostface stabs Chad in the leg before he punches them and shoves them out of his way.

He tries to run, but the pain in his leg becomes unbearable, causing him to stumble and slow down. Chad's adrenaline kicks in as he pushes through the pain, desperately trying to escape Ghostface's clutches. With every step, his fear intensifies, knowing that his life is hanging by a thread.

After a bit of hopping, he hides behind a house, catching his breath again, then attempting to escape. He makes it a few meters before Ghostface repeatedly stabs him in the back, leaving Chad gasping for air and collapsing to the ground.

"Richie..." Sam whispers. He shushes her before pulling his knife out of her stomach. Blood gushes from the wound as Sam's eyes widen in shock and pain. "I can't believe we were able to get away with it." Sam's body trembles as she struggles to speak, her voice barely a whisper. "What...?"

Richie smiles at her confusion. "I mean, you recruited Amber and I, Sam! You let the killers into your walls!" Sam's face contorts in disbelief and horror, her breaths becoming shallow and labored.

The realization dawns on her as she weakly reaches out towards Richie, her voice trembling with betrayal, "How could you...?"

"How could I not? You all are so fucking stupid! Every week, I'd steal food from the inventory and supply my group with it. I had to do whatever it took to ensure our survival. And when they told us were going to get back at this place for coming onto our land...I was so happy."

Richie's voice drips with contempt as he reveals his true intentions, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. "You think I actually cared about any of you? This was never about survival, it was about power and revenge. And now, you all will pay for what you've done."

"Think again, bitch." Danny says, tackling Richie. As Danny lunges at Richie, their bodies collide with a force that echoes through the room. Richie kicks Danny off of him, groaning from the pain in his side.

Sam reaches for Richie's fallen knife, and with a swift motion, she straddles him, stabbing him multiple times in his chest. The room falls silent as Sam's relentless assault comes to an end. Gasping for breath, Richie's eyes widen in disbelief, his body growing limp under Sam's weight.

"What about...my ending?" Richie gasps, coughing up blood. Sam lifts Richie's head, leaning in closer. "Here it comes," she whispers before dragging the knife across Richie's throat, ending his life with a final, gruesome act.

"We're almost there, break down the wall," Roman says over the walkie-talkie. Billy glances at Stu, who grins at the news, "Ya here that Sid? We're coming in, and we're bringing company!" Sid's heart races as she hears Roman's voice on the walkie-talkie.

She knows that her time is running out, and the arrival of Roman and his companions only adds to her desperation. She quickly scans the area for any possible escape routes, hoping to find a way out before they break down the wall.

"Remember what Y/N said, Sidney. We're going to fight these assholes until we can't." Gale says, determinedly. Sid nods, her eyes filled with determination as she prepares herself for the impending confrontation. She knows that they may be outnumbered, but they won't go down without a fight.

Dewey climbs back up the lookout post, "All the officers are helping Liv and Quinn escort everyone safely. I don't know where...everyone else is. But, I do know they're fighters." Dewey's voice trembles with fear and hope. He scans the area, searching for any sign of their allies. Deep down, he believes that together they can overcome any obstacle.

"Break it down, Mickey." Billy commands, Mickey honks the horn, causing Stu and Billy to step back from the truck, watching as it crashes through the barricade.

The sound of shattering wood and metal echoes through the air, sending a surge of adrenaline through their veins. They exchange determined glances, knowing that this is just the beginning of their attack.

"Uh, oh! Here we come, Sidney." Mickey yells out, his lead leaning from the window. "C'mon! Let's go!" Dewey tells Gale and Sidney, climbing down the lookout post.

Mickey backs up the truck, revving the engine as he prepares to charge forward once again. Stu and Billy brace themselves, ready to join Mickey in the next wave of their assault.

The truck crashes into a nearby tree, causing the branches to snap and the leaves to scatter. Mickey hops out of the truck with a bloody forehead before opening the back of it, releasing all of the walkers.

The walkers stumble out of the truck, groaning and reaching out with their decaying hands. Mickey leads a walker out of the gates, holding it at arm's length to keep it from biting him.

Stu and Billy quickly follow suit, each grabbing a walker and maneuvering it toward the gate. The trio works seamlessly together, using their weapons to fend off any walkers that get too close, determined to kill Gale, Sidney, and Dewey.

"Y/N!" Tara shouts, and you turn your head, "Tara!" You call out in relief, recognizing Tara's voice. She rushes towards you, her eyes wide with fear and determination. "We need to get out of here," she says urgently, grabbing your arm and pulling you toward the nearest exit.

You nod in agreement, gripping Tara's arm tightly as you both sprint towards the exit. The chaos around you intensifies as more walkers pour in from all directions. Adrenaline flows through your veins as you dodge and weave through the crowds of undead, destined to make it out alive.

"There! The car!" Tara points ahead, her voice drowned out by the growls of the walkers. You spot the car, its engine running, and a surge of hope fills you both as you push through the final wave of undead, reaching the car.

You quickly jump into the car, glancing at Tara as she slams the door shut behind her, "Drive!" You slam your foot on the gas pedal, feeling the car lurch forward as you desperately try to escape the horde of walkers closing in. You let out a breath, relieved that you had made it into the car and away from immediate danger.

"Do you think anyone else made it?" Tara's eyes dart to the rearview mirror, scanning the chaos behind you. "I don't know," she replies, "But we have to keep moving and hope for the best."

"What the fuck...?" You mutter, frozen in fear, as a truck, at full speed, approaches straight for your vehicle. Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as you frantically search for an escape route. "Hold on!" you shout, slamming your foot on the gas pedal, trying to evade the oncoming collision.

Tara's knuckles turn white as she clutches onto the passenger seat, bracing herself for impact. The truck crashes into your car, sending shards of glass flying and causing the airbags to deploy with a loud bang. The impact jolts you both forward, and for a moment, everything goes black.

"Gale...you should tell her," Sidney says, her voice barely above a whisper. Gale looks at Sidney, hesitation evident in her eyes. "Tell me what?"

"The people that shot at you used to be in our group...before this." Your eyes widen in shock as she processes Gale's words. Gale continues, her voice trembling slightly, "They killed people, Y/N! And when we kicked them out of our group, they swore revenge. They've been tracking us ever since, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

"My brother and cousin are in that group." Sidney says, "They were once good people, but something changed in them. It's heartbreaking to see how far they've fallen."

Sidney takes a deep breath, her eyes glistening with tears. "I never thought it would come to this, but we have to protect ourselves now. We can't let them harm us or anyone else."

The once tight-knit group had been torn apart by betrayal, and now, the threat of impending danger loomed over them all. It was clear that Sidney's determination to protect themselves and others was unwavering, but the question remained: how would they outsmart their vengeful former comrades?

"Who all knows about this?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows. Sidney's gaze shifted to meet yours, "Only the police force, Dewey, Chad, and Sam." she replied. "We didn't want everyone in our community to live in fear of the day they really do come and attack."

Sidney's voice trembled slightly as she continued, "We've been discreet about it, but we can't be too careful. We need to come up with a plan to ensure everyone's safety without causing panic."

You wake up, your vision unblurring and ringing in your ears. As you try to regain your senses, you realize that you're lying on the ground, surrounded by debris. Panic sets in as you struggle to remember what happened and where you are.

"Y/N! Get up!" Tara shouts, a grunt following after. You manage to push yourself up, feeling a sharp pain in your side. Tara rushes over to help you, her face filled with concern.

"Your leg..." You look down at your leg and see a deep gash, blood staining your clothes. The pain intensifies as you try to put weight on it, making it clear that you won't be able to walk without assistance.

You look over at the truck, the two people driving it are now dead, but the walkers that were inside start to emerge, drawn by the commotion. Tara's eyes widen in fear as she realizes the imminent danger. She quickly scans the area for any potential weapons or escape routes, desperately trying to come up with a plan to protect both of you from the approaching walkers.

You sense this, groaning. "Tara, just leave me. I'll slow you down and put you in even more danger. You need to save yourself," you say, your voice filled with resignation. Tara's eyes well up with tears as she shakes her head, refusing to abandon you in this dire situation.

Tara begins walking, and you hop as fast as you can, trying to flee from the walkers that are closing in on you. The adrenaline pumps through your veins as you scan the area, desperately searching for any sign of a safe haven. Your heart races as you realize that time is running out and you need to find shelter before it's too late.

You and Tara retreat deep into the forest, trying to look for a place to get high ground on the walkers. The dense foliage provides some cover, but you can still hear the shuffling footsteps and low growls growing closer. With each passing moment, the urgency to find a vantage point intensifies, knowing that your survival depends on it.

"Up there!" Tara points at a large rock, jutting out from the ground, offering a potential refuge from the approaching walkers. You hop to the rock as Tara stabs a walker that gets too close, buying you some time to climb up.

You groan, feeling the strain in your muscles as you try to pull yourself up onto the rock. You fall back down, frustration building as the walkers inch closer. Tara reaches down, offering a helping hand and urging you to try again. "You go first, T...and help me up."

Tara nods, understanding. She quickly scrambles up the rock, finding her footing, and extending her hand towards you. "Hurry up," she urges, "they're right behind you." You take a deep breath, gathering your strength, and give it one more try.

You attempt to climb the rock again, gritting your teeth and pushing through the pain in your muscles. A walker grabs your leg, you try kicking it off, but it only tightens its grip.

Tara reaches down, grabbing your arm and pulling you up with all her strength. Together, you manage to free yourself from the walker's grasp and continue climbing towards safety.

Tara falls onto her back, catching her breath. You attempt to get up with a grunt and say, "Let's keep moving." Tara quickly gets up, helping you to your feet. She nods, and the two of you successfully make it to the same shed you found Heather.

You enter the shed, falling against the wall as exhaustion takes over. Tara scans the room, searching for any signs of danger, while you catch your breath. You lift your pants leg, revealing a deep bite from one of the walkers. Fuck. You were bitten.

"Tara..." you say, your voice filled with both fear and resignation. Tara turns to you, her eyes widening as she sees the bite mark on your leg. She takes a deep breath, trying to hold back tears, and mumbling, "No...no...no!

"Hey, hey...it's okay." You try to reassure Tara, despite the panic rising within you. "It's not okay!" She shouts, her voice trembling with emotion. "You promised me..."

"You promised me that you wouldn't leave," Tara continues, her voice cracking with despair. "I can't lose you, not like this." Tears stream down her face as she clings onto you, desperately hoping for a miracle. You place a hand on Tara's cheek, "I love you, Tara."

"I love you too," Tara whispers, choking out a sob. "Please, don't leave me alone," she pleads, her voice filled with vulnerability. You bring her into a kiss, pouring all your love behind it.

When you pull away, you lean your forehead against hers, trying not to break down in front of her. "Tara...don't let me turn...into one of those things...please." Tara's eyes well up with tears as she gazes into your eyes, her grip on you tightening. "No...stop! Don't make me do this, Y/N."

"Tara, please! You have to kill me before I turn, please." Tara's hands tremble as she clings onto you, her voice shaking with anguish. "I don't wanna..."

Your eyes glance around the shed, landing on an axe in the corner of the room. Desperation fills the air as you realize that the axe might be your only chance for a quick and merciful end. With a heavy heart, you suggest, "Tara, there's an axe over there. It's the only way to ensure I won't become one of them. Please, for both our sakes, grab it."

Tara's eyes widen in horror as she follows your gaze towards the axe. Tears stream down her face as she hesitates, torn between the unbearable thought of losing you and the grim reality of what lies ahead.

Slowly, she releases her grip on you and takes a shaky step towards the corner of the room where the axe awaits. Every fiber of her being resists the idea, but she knows deep down that it is the only way to prevent a fate worse than death. As she reaches for the weapon, her hand trembles uncontrollably, a reflection of the turmoil within her.

She walks back over to you, raising the axe. Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks into your eyes, silently pleading for forgiveness. With a heavy sigh, she musters the strength to swing the axe, knowing that this sacrifice is necessary for both of your sakes.

As the axe comes crashing down, a mix of relief and sorrow washes over her. She closes her eyes, unable to witness the gruesome act she has just committed. At that moment, she realizes the true extent of her love for you, willing to do whatever it takes to protect you, even if it means staining her hands with blood.

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Permission

Chapter 37

(Chapter 36; Chapter 38)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Nourishment

Sukunas eyes turn hungry, after hearing your words.

You lean out of his hold and back into your previous position at the table. The energy in the air shifts another time, this time a pressure on your bodies and mind. A pressure that needs relief. Staring at each other for a moment, your fingers glide between the fabric of your kimono and your skin.

Sukuna is watching you in silence, his mouth slightly opened, before his right hand reaches for the tea cup again. You push down it down, off your shoulders, undress yourself in front of him, while he keeps sipping his tea. His red eyes never fall off your face and figure, while his fingers resting on his knee are still fiddling with each other, impatiently, ready to grab you in his hold. You shove away the fabric, scatter the pieces of your kimono on the floor. Sukuna’s eyes scan you from your hair to your feet and you notice how his breath quickens at the sight.

You sigh and stand up, walking slowly behind his back, while gently brushing your fingers against his shoulder, as you pass him.

“Nourishment for your soul, you say?” you start and sit down on the bed behind his back.

He turns his head slightly, only watching you in the corner of his eyes.

“How about the King asks his Queen for permission to feed his soul then?”

“His Queen?” he hisses, cocking his eyebrow and turning a little bit further into your direction, only to see you slowly spread your legs in front of him.

“She knows you like the taste.” you whisper, while you lean back on your elbows and you see his lip twitch again. Something shifts inside of him. The leftover aggression from before merging into something animalistic, as soon as he sees your bare core spread out in front of his face, like a meal that was just presented to him on a plate. He stares, taking deeper breaths, smelling you, taking you in.

After a moment and with movements so smooth like milk in a cup of tea, he turns and crawls closer to you, his bottom right hand immediately grabbing your thigh, squeezing his fingers right into its flesh.

“I do like the taste.” he growls, while putting your legs on his shoulder, before he grabs your hips forcefully with his upper pair of hands and pulls you closer to his face.

You gasp at the hard grip he has on you, making your hole clench right in front of his eyes and juices pool at the very same spot. Sukuna leans in and breathes hot against your exposed cunt, skimming his teeth and lips over your sensitive skin, so delicately, you almost don’t feel it. He inhales deeply, before he locks his eyes with you.

“Permission to eat you, until you cum on my tongue.” he asks quietly.

Unexpected heat rises into your cheeks, as shyness washes over you, despite being so brave before and before you can even answer, he sticks his wet, flat tongue out to give your clit the slowest lick, making you suppress the hardest whimper thats growing in your throat. Watching the tattoo on his tongue slowly pass your sensitive nub, you nod. A groan rumbles through is chest, his pupils blow up, almost black from the way you taste.

His fingers dig deeper into your sides and you sigh in pleasure, before he repeats his action, this time starting further down. His saliva and your slick mix and strings of juice form, as he retracts his head to stare at your hole. Another lick, before he closes his lips around your clit, sucking so gently and rubbing his tongue against it. You watch him, feel how your hole wants more and notice how big his head looks between your thighs.

Sukunas eyes grow empty, losing themselves in the taste of your cunt, before he starts to make out with your lips down there. Open mouthed kisses and licks against your bare core. Moans bubble up your throat and you let them out, while your head falls into your neck, letting him know how good he makes you feel, how good his lips and tongue feels against your cunt. He keeps sliding his lips over yours, licking and flicking, sucking and scraping his teeth along your increasingly wet labia.

And you can tell he enjoys it.

Your King can’t suppress the purrs that rumble in his chest anymore and they start vibrate against your core. His half lidded eyes twitch before they close, all four of them, as he looses himself in your taste and wetness. You feel his shoulders gently move below your calfs, his hair tickling against your thigh and knee, before he lowers his head even more, almost pressing his whole face against you. His mask is rough against your skin, leaving red marks on your thigh.

Souvenirs.

The feeling of his pretty nose pressing against your clit and his tongue moving across your perineum, across your hole, is too intense. Sukuna opens his mouth and pushes his wet tongue inside your leaking cunt, pulling out and pushing in, essentially fucking you with it. You want to press your knees together at the feeling, at the feeling of his wet muscle gliding in and out of your sensitive entrance that asks for more and more.

“Ouhhh fffuck.” you moan, before looking back up to him and seeing him completely lost and enjoying you.

The sight arouses you so much, having his face between your thighs, having him at your mercy and pleasuring you.

Serving you.

His eyes are still closed and his purrs become more intense and intense, as he presses his face harder into you. The sensations becoming rougher and rougher, the tidal wave of pleasure keeps coming and coming and you moan louder and louder, before he lets go with a sharp groan that leaves his chest.

Leaving you panting heavily and audibly and your thighs trembling.

Like in trance, like in love, he watches your dripping cunt, that’s flushing red from all his ministrations. Completely ignoring you, he wets his lips, ready to dive in again-

Knock

“Oh fuck!” you breathe in anxiety.

Sukuna is unbothered, purring, as he starts to suck on your clit again. A loud squeak escapes your throat and a long moan follows, before you press your left hand against your mouth. The fingers of your right hand reach for his hair and pull on it harshly, making him hum against your core.

“Sukuna!” your desperate and muffled moan reaches his ears, begging him to do anything against the person lingering in front of the door.

You hear the door move slightly, before his muffled voice growls loudly against your cunt.

“Keep out!”

His order vibrates hard against your clit and you whine loud into your hand. The door moves back shut and the way he understood your plea and acted on it, while savouring you and your cunt turns you on so much.

And he keeps going.

Keeps eating and licking and lapping, burying his face into your core, turning you into a mess of hot moans, while he purrs and groans against you. Your fingers don’t leave his hair and you hold on it tightly. One dedicated lick causes a wave of pleasure to roll through your body and you pull on his hair harshly, making him moan loud against your walls. You let yourself fall into this abyss of pleasure he gives you and moan and moan, until he shifts position. His right hand that has been lingering on your waist, moves to your clit and you look up. A mouth forms on the palm of it and he sticks the tongue out, only to have it flicking and licking against your clit.

So wet and steady.

He moves his head down, going back to penetrate you with the tongue of his face, before you suddenly feel something wet against your asshole. His bottom left hand formed a mouth on its palm as well, licking and pushing against the tight hole between your asscheeks. You hiss loudly, as his bottom right hand grabs your thigh. He groans, his brow knits in pleasure, while he’s tongue-fucking you, tasting you in every way possible. And it drives you insane, want to close your legs against his ears, but his hand on your thigh holds you in place. Unconsciously, your hands reach for his face, as your thighs start to shake and he flashes his eyes at you. His hand leaves your thigh and grabs your wrists, pushing you down and crossing them over your stomach and holding you in place.

So tight, so harsh. You can’t move.

But now your thighs can. They tremble against his ears, start to press so tight against the sides of his face, as the pleasure keeps building and building inside your abdomen and your cunt. You watch the pleasure filled look on his face behind the hand that keeps licking at your clit, his eyes closed again, drowning and drowning. He keeps going and going, licking and fucking, until you let your head fall back onto the sheets again, sing your moans into the air again, until he stops another time with a groan, retrieving his face from between your thighs and his hands from clit and ass. You whine desperately at the lack of stimulation and look back at his face, not knowing if yours looks more pleasure ridden or his. Sukuna’s tattooed tongue sticks out, while a string of saliva and juice still connects your needy hole to his face. His half lidded eyes stare at the wet connection, stares at your hole that is clenching for more.

You wiggle in his grip, want to sit up and kiss him, your Love, to tell him that you need him. To tell him that you need his cocks so bad inside your holes, but he doesn’t let you. He pushes your upper body down at your wrists, keeps you from moving, keeps you from disturbing his meal.

He’s taking his sweet time.

His face lowers back to your clit again, his tongue and lips so slow and dedicated. You watch him, get lost in the way his jaw moves, after he turned his head slightly to the right to let his tongue and lips slide over your nub. The way his tattoos move on his skin and his skin moves on his bone. The way your sensitive skin bends and dances below his beautiful lips and tongue. The way his tongue curls and flicks and flattens.

It’s hypnotising. And he knows it.

Something red flashes in the corner of your eye and you notice he’s been watching you with his bottom left eye. Shyness washes back over you and blood rushes into your face.

And he keeps going.

He keeps going until you feel a stretch inside your hole. Two of his fingers dip into the wetness, slowly, carefully pushing in and out, inch by inch, until he has them inserted into you. Sukuna turns his head back forward, now facing you and staring at you with his half-lidded lecherous glowing eyes, as he starts to bend his fingers up inside of you, pushing into that sweet spot, while gently licking and sucking your clit. A wave of pleasure crushes over you, not being able to withstand his gaze, as you fall back onto the sheets again.

“Look at me.” he mouths against your clit, the vibrations of his voice making you moan out lout.

Such a wet mess below his mouth, as he keeps an agonising but steady pace with his fingers and tongue. After a moment, you comply and look back up. His fingertips press and curl and stretch and poke, while his tongue keeps playing with your clit. So gently and soft, making your mind run circles.

The knot in your abdomen keeps building again and it’s so intense, your muscles start to tremble in his hold.

Press and curl.

Stretch and poke.

Too much. Too slow.

He keeps going.

Purring.

Groaning.

His eyes kiss yours so tenderly.

Press and curl.

Stretch and poke.

Oh god.

He finally let’s go of your wrists and you bend forward, your moans growing louder and louder, as you reach for the back of his head and press him harder against you. A deep grumble echoes through his chest, letting you know that he loves being shoved against your pussy like this.

The pace of his fingers doesn’t change and you feel like you’re going insane, thighs starting to tremble heavily and your pelvis starts to rut against his face.

Press and curl.

Stretch and poke.

“Agh!” a voiceless whine crawls out of your throat and your trembling legs close against his face again, pressing his ears shut.

This pace.

Your mind is about to snap, feeling like you’re about to smash his head between your thighs and break his nose against your cunt.

And he keeps eating and licking and kissing the lips between your thighs, as if he hasn’t enjoyed a meal like this in years. A constant melody of purrs and groans vibrate against you and you’re so close, so fucking close to cum against his face.

And you clench. You clench around his thick fingers, pressing them together, while he keeps curling and poking.

He knows you’re close, keeping this agonising pace, knowing it will make your mind go blank and your eyes roll back for him.

Two of his hands suddenly reach for your breasts. He’s cupping them in his huge palms, until a mouth forms on both of them, starting to suck on your nipples, scraping their teeth against it, teasing you and licking you.

And this is it.

Press and curl and lick and kiss.

It sends you over the edge, so hard and intense. Vision turns white and you’re a trembling mess, falling back on his sheets and your King just keeps going and going.

You cry at the ceiling and Sukuna moans, feeling the contractions of your cunt around his fingers.

And he keeps going and going.

Giving you no break.

The stimulation on your nipples, the incredible sensations between your legs and the thought of having his face between your thighs, looking so pleasured himself, as if he was a god in garden eden shoots like an arrow through your head.

And he keeps going and going.

He keeps purring against your orgasming clit and you start to cry. Tears run down your face, like your cum runs down the knuckles of his hand. Creamy, white proof of insanity and sin.

And then finally, he slows down.

And you can’t move.

The muscles in your thighs slacken, laying lifeless on the tattooed shoulders of your King, body twitching every now and then.

Sukuna pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue. Licking and lapping up every last drop of your essence.

Tasting so sweet on his tattooed muscle.

He takes his time, cleaning up the mess between your thighs. And then he bites your thigh, ripping you back into reality.

“Sukuna.” you breathe his name like in trance, vision still blurry and it’s making him chuckle.

“Open up.” he whispers, before you feel his fingers against your lips. And you obey, opening up for him and he gently lets them glide into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his fingers.

Sweet. Like dessert.

Mindlessly you suck and lick on them until they’re clean, before he retracts them from your mouth.

“Such a good girl for me.” his silky voice echoes faintly in your ear.

Your head is being lifted up by his hand and you blink, seeing his beautiful eyes staring into yours. He moved closer to you, his face now hovering over your stomach, while he watches you in silence, waiting for you to slowly come back into reality. Feeling soft strokes against your cheek from his thumb, it takes a moment until you’re you again. He speaks as soon as he notices.

“Permission to kiss you… my Queen.”

What?

This game you started, it crawls back into your mind. You forgot about it, while he blew away your mind.

You blink and he blinks back, waiting for an answer. And you’re not sure how to act.

Is he still playing?

And he keeps waiting, the look on his face so honest, as if he meant what he said. As if the way he addressed you was the truth and not just a silly game. As if he’s truly waiting for your permission. And it’s making your already fucked out face heat up again.

Your heart pounds in your chest and you quietly nod, making his lips curl into a silly grin. He grabs your cheeks, making your lips pop forward.

“Use your mouth.” he coos through his teeth. “So let me ask again.” he lets go of your cheeks and leans more closer to you.

“Permission to kiss you, my Queen.” he whispers so smoothly, while his gentle eyes stare into yours.

Your heart skips a beat and your lips tremble before they speak.

“Do it.” is all your mouth can form.

And he smirks at your answer, before he leans in, kisses you, holding your face in his hand and running his fingers through your hair.

And you want to punch him. For treating you so good, for pleasuring you so good. Trying to make up for his sins and the pain he caused your heart.

You taste yourself on his tongue, while he kisses you, deeper and deeper, knocking the breath out of you once again. Sukuna lays between your exhausted legs and through his motions, you can feel the bulge pressing against you. Your hands reach for the sides of his face and feel his skin beneath your fingertips.

He sighs against the kiss before he suddenly pushes your knees apart with his hands in one harsh motion, making you squeak in surprise.

“Permission to fuck you, my Queen.” his voice is thick and raspy against your lips, suppressing the arousal he must’ve been feeling the entire time. Your heart is racing and you can’t answer, before Sukuna pushes his bulge against your overly sensitive cunt another time. The way he’s asking for permission, but already acts so needy and dominant at the same time has you gasping for air. He presses another time, while his hands squeeze and massage your thighs.

Before you answer, you kiss him and hands wander down his back, his muscles moving under your palms and you slip your fingers into his sirwal, pushing the fabric down, feeling his ass underneath your hands.

“Do what you want.” you whisper against his lips. “I’m yours.”

Hearing your words make something snap in him and he growls, as he pushes you further up the bed and gets rid of his pants. He crawls up to you and kneels before you. You look down to his cocks, already so swollen and red, already so needy and leaking, twitching and pulsating. And the sight is too much for you.

You’re hungry for him too.

Before he can grab you, you bend down in front of him and shove his upper dick into your mouth. As deep, as you can.

He moans loudly at the stimulation he denied himself all morning and you feel him letting his head fall into his neck in pleasure. You suck and suck, before you let go of his dick with a pop and start to lick the bottom one, while you continue to pump his now glistening upper cock.

“Fffffuck.” his trembling voice crawls through his throat, as you take him so deep into yours.

Feeling him at the back of your throat and pumping him at the same time makes you feel so devoted for him, makes you feel so hot for him, loving every sound you can tickle out of him.

And you love how he enjoys you and your mouth.

You let go of his bottom cock and slide your tongue in between the both of them, down their shafts. Sukuna grabs the back of your head, his breaths shaky, as you start to lick and kiss the spot between his dicks. His grip in your hair grows tighter and tighter and you know he’s not far from pinning you down back into the sheets and letting go of his needs.

“I love you.” you mouth against his sensitive spot.

His answer is a pull at your heart and a loud groan, rooted deeply in his chest, before his grip grows even tighter.

“I love you so much.” you continue, before sliding your tongue back up on his shafts.

Looking up to him, he turns his lust ridden face back down to you and he watches you, how you give his needy tips a slow and dedicated lick.

“Take me like you need me.” you whisper against them and his eyes grow hollow the moment you say it.

Before you know, you’re pushed on your back and have your hair flying into your face, before you feel him grab your hips and lift them up on his thighs and your legs up his torso. You look up, as he’s already pushing both of his dicks into your slick cunt. Finally feeling his stretch, you stare into his face, as he flashes his teeth and knitting his brow in pleasure, before he starts to fuck.

Slap!

His pace is rough and needy, making him grunt and moan at the feeling of your walls. Your eyes wander, looking down to his thick thighs and hips that provide his heavy thrusts. To his hands that grab your waist to push you against him. Up your legs where his bottom pair of hands are digging into your thighs. Up your shins, how small they look in comparison to his broad chest and shoulders, how his constant thrusts make his muscles swell up, how he’s making him look even broader than he usually is. Further up to his face, how he’s drowning into the sight of your bouncing tits and moaning mouth.

Slap!

A single harsh thrust brings you back to reality. Your brain is shaken from the motion he puts you in, while his dicks keep smashing into your overly sensitive cunt.

“Calling yourself my Queen, huh?” he hisses in pleasure, his dicks thrusting harshly.

“Y-Yes my King.” you moan at him, making him chuckle proudly.

SlapSlapSlap

Slap!

Suddenly, he slows down. Smooth and quiet thrusts, his dicks moving in and out of your hole so effortlessly, massaging your clenching walls, before he gently leans his head against your right ankle, gently strokes his face against it, before giving it a single lick.

And you watch him, can’t help to think that he’s beautiful doing it.

One of his hands that’s been grabbing your waist moves up your right leg and closes around your foot, before he gives your ankle a kiss. His touch feels loving to you, as if he cherishes your small body, that’s taking him so well.

Your King looks back at you and squeezes your heart with his thoughts, while you look back and think of the love you feel for this cruel curse that took your heart.

His gentle thrusts don’t stay quiet in his throat and he softly groans at the feeling and the sight of you.

And you answer his moans with your own.

His hand moves back down to your thigh and he leans down. Spreading your legs and hooking his bottom pair of arms under your knees, folding you in half. The hands on your hips moving up next to your face to steady him. His right hand grabs your jaw and he watches your mouth fall slightly open.

“How do you control me with those eyes?” he mumbles. “With this body of yours? With this soul of yours?”

Your breath hitches at his words and he leans down, licking your upper lip, before he leans down to your ear.

“This curse sure is twisted.” he growls into your ear. “This curse we’ve put on each other.” he chuckles darkly, before he starts ramming himself against your hips again at a vigorous pace.

You’re caught off guard and squeak loudly, as soon as he starts moving and wrap your arms hastily around his neck. His dicks reach so deep into you, deep inside your body and soul, just like his words.

“You think you can do that?” his thick voice overlaps with the loud, wet sounds of your pussy. “You think you can be my little Queen?”

Sukuna bends down further and you almost feel like he’s going to break you in half, with your legs spread and bend like this. You look between your bodies, watch how his dicks keep diving into your body, so effortless and wet.

“Ahh hh…. Mh Mh” you whine in confirmation and he groans against the skin of your neck, before he chuckles again.

His left hand finds your throat, choking you, making you clench harder and harder. He retrieves his face from your neck and stares at you.

Slap!

“Ah!” you squeak.

“So pretty.” he coos, while he watches your lust ridden face, your body bouncing in his hold.

“Sukuna!” you breathe. “My King-ah!”

Slap!

“My Love!” you continue with wet eyes, the sensations and emotions overflow and the pleasure keeps increasing and increasing. Another sinister chuckle echoes through his chest.

“So Cute.” he hisses, before he bends down and sucks harshly on your neck,

God.

“Speak for yourself!” you hiss into his ear, while you dig your nails into his neck, the pressure on your throat and inside your abdomen keeps building and building.

Another raspy chuckle from his chest, before he starts to fuck impossibly faster and harder, making you cry out loud and cum in an instant.

And he keeps going and going, just fucking you through your orgasm, not even giving you a chance to ride it out. Your hole desperately contracts around his still moving lengths, as you whine against his shoulder. He bites into your neck, before he pulls his head back up to look at you.

His brows start to knit and his mouth falls open, while he looks at your red flushed face and teary eyes. You feel him swell up inside your walls, while you’re still bouncing in his hold, knowing he is so close as well.

“Cum!” you order in a whisper, feeling him so thick inside of you. “Cum for me, my King.” your voice so smooth.

And then he snaps, his moans turn so loud and raspy, echoing through the room. His thrusts slows down, making you feel him pulsate and twitch inside of you, while he keeps moving in and out, filling you up. Leaning down, he kisses you, his mouth vibrating against yours, while he keeps moaning through his high.

After a moment, his tensing muscles soften, his grip on your neck loosens and his arms slide away from under your knees. Your King’s lips leave yours and he slides down a bit. His teeth find the spot between your tits and he gently lets them scrape against your skin.

“You’re mine. You and your heart.” he breathes, before kissing the same spot and laying his head on your chest.

“You wanna eat it?” you quietly joke. “As dessert?”

He huffs in amusement and you feel a soft squeeze on your heart, while you watch the top of his head, his hair rising and falling with your chest. Everything so peaceful in this moment, after the pressure is let out. You watch him and watch him, your lids falling heavier and heavier until they shut.

The exhaustion knocked you out and you must’ve slept most of the remaining day. The sun already is standing low and the last rays of sunshine fall through the opened garden door. The birds are singing in this warm evening of spring.

You wake up right next to him and look up to him with tired eyes. He’s still naked, leaning against the wall and looking outside, watching how the light dances in between the cherry trees.

You poke him gently into his shoulder.

“Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses… and guardian of a sleeping woman.” you tease him with your tired voice. He cocks his eyebrow at you.

“That’s not true.” he answers in a smug tone. “I left and took a bath after I knocked you out. Even ate an apple.” A proud smirk spreads on his face and you frown at him in annoyance.

But it’s true. He smells fresh and clean.

You look down his naked body and see that his dicks are soft and resting on his lower abdomen.

Cute.

You reach out your fingers and let them brush against the skin of his v-line, up his stomach to his chest and let them circle around his nipple. The tiny hairs on his body rise up because of the goosebumps your touch causes on his skin.

And your eyes keep wandering with your finger, along his shoulder and down his upper arm in front of you.

You ponder, as you feel his eyes bore into you, your gaze still lingering on the finger on his biceps in front of you. Wrapping your hand around his upper arm, you gently pull on it, while you raise your eyes to his, a silent question in your face. Sukuna squints his eyes at you and moves his arm up, giving you enough space to scoot closer.

Not close enough.

Before you reach your desired position, you quietly tap on his second arm as well and after a second, he moves it over your head. Feeling content now, you snuggle against him, lay your left leg on his left knee and bury your head into the side of his chest. You feel his hand behind you brush and scrape softly against the skin of your back and you wonder if he likes it too, having you in laying in his arm.

Peeking over his body, you notice his upper right hand is resting on his steadily rising and falling stomach. Your left hand crawls over to it, before you gently touch his thumb with your fingertips. The skin feels soft beneath your fingers, as you move tenderly over his knuckles. You let your fingers glide along his, before you slip them beneath his hand and push them up. He lifts his hand in response and you squeeze his palm between your fingers, noticing how huge his hand is in comparison to yours. You press your hand against his palm, your fingertips just barely reaching over the base of his fingers.

“So small.” you mumble and enjoy and feel how calm this giant moves with you and how calm his chest breathes rises and falls beneath your head.

“Your hands are powerful… so deadly.” you whisper. “How were you able to paint that huge shrine into the air?” you whisper. Watching your hands together like this, makes you remember the moment on the battlefield and you glide your fingers up to line up with his fingertips.

“Mhhh.” he gently grumbles, before he pushes his index- and pinky-finger against yours and curls them down, curling yours in the motion too. His thumb, middle- and ring-finger stay up, forming the familiar triangle sign with your tiny hand.

“Ryōiki Tenkai.” he whispers and you’re nervous, unsure if anything is going to happen now. But it doesn’t. Everything stays calm and after a moment, you repeat his words.

“Rioiki Tengkai.” you breathe, while you watch how the sunlight dances between your connected fingers. “Did I say it right?”

His upper left hand shifts behind you and flicks against the back of your head.

Ouch.

“Not at all.” you hear the amused smirk in his relaxed voice and you pout to yourself.

You curl your fingers back up and alternate on pressing your fingertips against his, watching how his fingers bend under yours. He feels you too, starts to push back on your fingertips, feels your knuckles and pinches your skin.

Never have you thought you would end up like this, here in his arms. A monster, so gentle to you and only you.

His nourishment and desire.

“Do you want to know what you are to me?” you whisper and continue without waiting for his answer. “Everything. You are everything to me… I would die for you. Because I’m yours. For now and all eternity.”

He stays silent. Your fingers keep moving against each other in the light of the setting sun, the light rays piercing into your eyes here and then and after a moment of silence, you huff to yourself, after hearing what you just said.

”This curse we’ve put on each other… maybe, it’s the most twisted of them all.”

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anticanonsposts · 3 months

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i love your writing so much! you’re literally my favorite blog!🩷 i know you write the könig loves plus size girls (thank you omg) and as a plus size girlie myself could you write something about him having a SO that is struggling with body image and just a little insecure? it could be whatever! thank you 🩷🩷

eeeeee thank you so much omg I'm really glad ppl like my account

And yes this is a hill that I will die and be buried on that he likes plus sized girls idgaf. That being said this post is in no way attempting to body shame any sort of body type!!! All bodies can be healthy and you need to eat enough and nourish yourself!! That being said, if I have to read one more fanfic about the reader having a stomach bulge during (nsfw) I might scream :D BUT no hate to anyone that writes that, we write what we want/like!!

Anyways here's a little one-shot about anon's scenario, completely sfw

cw: talks about body insecurities, self hatred a little bit, little angst

Taking another deep breath you tried again to smooth out the fabric of the dress you were trying on. A family member had a wedding coming up and you needed a dress for it. So, since you didn’t have too much money to spend you decided to go to Target. Also the fact that most stores in a mall wouldn’t have anything that fit you anyway.

Let’s just say the trip wasn’t going well. You picked out dress after dress, that you thought would be appropriate for the wedding and none of them were fitting how you wanted. They were all too tight in the wrong places and too loose in others. As well as the fact that the dressing rooms were stifling hot, the bright lights were overwhelming you, and lately you had been doubting yourself big time.

Patiently sitting outside the dressing room, your boyfriend König was diligently waiting. You had stopped showing him options after dress #3, your mood seemed to dampen after each dress. Eventually you decided that you would buy a dress on a different day. Nothing was fitting, nothing was feeling good, and you knew anything you’d buy would make you upset later.

All of your swirling thoughts of how you look, especially compared to most of the other people in the Target, compared to the mannequins, etc got too much for you and your eyes started to well up a bit. You were thankful that you two needed nothing else from Target, so you could promptly make your escape.

Exiting the dressing room, failed dresses in hand, you get König’s attention and place those stupid fucking dresses on the ‘didn’t work out’ rack.

“Ok, I’m ready to go, none of them worked out, do you need anything?” you turn and ask König, pointedly avoiding eye contact because you just needed to get out of there.

“N-No, I’m ready to go” he responds, definitely noticing a shift in your mood, but he didn’t wanna push it until you got to the car.

Once in the car, before he even has the chance to ask you if anything is wrong you start talking about anything you can get your mind on. Dinner plans, what he’ll wear to the wedding, what movie he wants to watch tonight.

When you guys get home and settled, you decide to start making dinner. You are unsuccessfully trying to push your insecure thoughts away and not let them fill your mind. It isn’t working. You want to just forget about it and enjoy your night with König but surprise surprise the plan of bottling your emotions wasn’t working.

Eventually you were broken out of your haze, feeling König walk up behind you. His hands snaking their way first along your hips then around your middle. His hands rest against your abdomen as he presses his lips against your neck. Then his hands give your stomach a slight squeeze in between his fingers. And that’s what does it.

A waterfall of tears start falling from your eyes and you shrug him off, taking a step back from the stove.

“Hey, hey, hey what’s going on?” König asks softly, turning you around to face him.

“It’s nothing” you dismiss immediately, leaning back on the countertop.

“Clearly it's something Liebe, please, talk to me” he responds, he was not gonna let you dismiss this.

You take another deep breath while he moves the pot that had been on the stove to a different burner, and switches the stove off. So that his full attention could be on you.

“I just feel shitty today I don’t know” you say, which just earns an eyebrow raise from him (god dammit he will get you to articulate your feelings). “You know I usually like how I look, but sometimes I still get insecure. And I don’t know, today while shopping seeing so many photos of thinner people, and then none of the dresses fitting right, I just-” you’re cut off by a deep breath in, trying to keep your crying under control. I just feel like you could be with someone who looks different, who’s thinner, who’s more in shape.” you finish now just blubbering at this point. All of the feelings you had tried to ignore all day exploding.

Shrinking a bit, you cover your face with your hands and start sobbing into them. You feel so ashamed and humiliated, you don’t even want to look him in the eyes.

König as you said all of this only felt his heart wrenching. How could you, someone who was so perfect and beautiful think that you aren’t good enough for him. Obviously you weren’t skinny but that's part of why he loved you so much. Had he done something to make you believe differently?

“Y/n please listen to me ok,” he finally says, honestly trying not to cry himself, gently lifting you onto the countertop behind you, so that he can stand between your legs, barely any space between you. “I. Love. Everything. About you. Please don’t doubt that. You are nearly my everything. And I want you to tell me when you feel this way ok? It's my job to support you, just like you are so kind to me.”

This of course just sends you into even higher hysterics, arms now draped around his shoulders, sobbing into his chest, he pulls you closer in return, rubbing his hands up and down your back.

He cradles your head with his left hand, giving your head kisses as you continue crying.

“Thank you König, I’m sorry I’m such a mess-” you start.

“Uh uh uh, no apologies. You’re ok.” he quickly interrupts you.

A few more minutes past, as you get all of your crying out, trying to slow down and regulate your breathing.

“Also…Liebling, do you think that I lift all that weight in the gym to only lift weight in the gym???”

Which earns a boisterous laugh from you, both of you pulling away from each other enough so that you are face to face. “Thank you König” you say, wiping away the last of your tears from your cheeks.

“I mean, y/n you’ve told me that you usually like physically bigger men, so is it so outlandish that I would feel the same way about women?” he continues earning a shy look from you.

“I guess…” you mumble back.

“Mmmhhmm.” he responds sarcastically, getting you to finally laugh before pulling your lips to his with a hand on your jaw.

“Now, should we finish up dinner and get that movie started?”

Getting a nod from you in return. You get off the counter and then finish making dinner and have a wonderful evening with your boyfriend.

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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You’re Beautiful

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: This is based on this Anon request that I received (clarified here). It ended up being a little bit more angsty than I initially intended, but I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Postpartum body insecurity, some angst, mentions of childbirth and breastfeeding. This story is also NSFW (18+) for explicit sexual content.

A lot of things changed once a baby came along.

You’d always known that to be true, of course, but it was one thing to know it in your head and it was another thing to experience it firsthand. Becoming a mother, and getting to watch Bradley become a father, was hands down the most incredible thing you’d gotten to experience in your life thus far. You wouldn’t change it for the world. But you’d be lying if you said adjusting to the new rhythms of your life was a piece of cake.

Before Nicholas had been born, yours and Bradley’s worlds had revolved around each other. Now they needed to revolve around your son. The time and energy you’d once dedicated solely to each other was now expended on late night feedings and diaper changes, rocking your newborn baby for hours when he couldn’t sleep and snatching bits of rest whenever you could.

Both you and Bradley were quickly adapting to the new routines that came with bringing a new life into the world and becoming parents. You were proud of how well the two of you were handling things and working together as a team to provide your son with all the love and care he deserved.

There was one aspect of your lives, however, that had taken a hard hit since you’d given birth.

Your doctor had reminded you of the importance of abstaining from sex for at least four to six weeks after you’d delivered Nicholas. The risk for postpartum infection was highest during that time, and your body had been through a rather traumatic event—beautiful, but traumatic nonetheless.

Six weeks morphed into two months. And then a few more weeks passed after that. It had been months now since you and Bradley had been truly intimate, which was hard on you both. Before your son was born, even during your pregnancy, the two of you had never been able to keep your hands off each other for long. Even with Bradley’s unpredictable schedule, lovemaking had been a constant for the two of you. You missed the feel of your husband inside you. You missed being able to share that deep connectedness with him as the two of you brought each other to new levels of pleasure, the love you felt for one another being expressed not just with words, but with every movement of your bodies.

Your body was healed from childbirth. You knew you could return to Bradley’s arms whenever you wanted. But something held you back every time. And you knew what it was, even if you were too ashamed to admit it to your husband.

Every time you looked at yourself in the mirror now, you couldn’t help but cringe internally. You were proud of your body. It had done an amazing thing. It had protected and nourished your son for nine months until he was ready to enter the world. It had brought him forth into the world, pushing itself beyond any limits you could have ever imagined. It was the source of sustenance for your baby now. You knew all that was true, and yet it was still hard to see past the stretch marks and the soft jiggle of your stomach and those few stubborn pounds that refused to disappear from the scale.

Though you knew you were certainly no superstar athlete or fitness guru, you had always prided yourself on taking good care of your health and your body. You exercised regularly and you tried to eat well—most of the time, at least. Your body had never been perfect, but you’d always felt comfortable in your skin. But now, with a post-baby body staring back at you in your reflection, it was hard to remember what that felt like.

Whenever Bradley wrapped his arms around your stomach, you couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed the extra softness of your body. When he walked in while you were taking a shower or getting dressed, you felt the inexplicable urge to cover yourself up, to shield your body from his gaze. It made you sad because you’d never felt that way before.

If Bradley noticed something was off, he didn’t comment on it. He was still constantly telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you. But every time he tried to pull you into his arms at night, you found yourself stiffening and coming up with some excuse for why tonight wasn’t the night.

You felt horribly guilty. You adored your husband and you missed joining your body with his until the two of you became one. You knew he missed it, too. It was rather impossible not to notice his need as the two of you lay together in bed at night. Oral sex became your sole means of intimacy. You tried to make it as special as possible, knowing how much Bradley deserved it. Whenever he tried to reciprocate, however, you always told him that you were still feeling too sore and that all you needed to be happy was seeing him happy.

“Baby,” Bradley would whisper, stroking your cheek and gazing at you seriously. He hated the idea of taking from you without giving anything in return.

“Really, babe, it’s okay,” you assured him, kissing him as the two of you tried to get some sleep before Nicholas needed you again.

You had just finished getting the baby down for the night and were in your bedroom, changing into pajamas when Bradley walked in. He’d been cleaning up the kitchen while you had been settling Nicholas in his crib in the nursery. Pulling his T-shirt over his head, he dropped it into the laundry hamper and changed into a pair of sweatpants.

“Be right back, honey, just going to go brush my teeth,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he walked back out of the room.

“Okay,” you nodded, offering him a smile as he left. As soon as he was gone, you glanced in your full-length mirror and sighed softly. Breastfeeding had helped you lose a lot of the weight you’d gained during your pregnancy, but you still felt self-conscious about the curvier figure you were sporting. And though you’d been diligently rubbing cocoa butter on your stretch marks, they were still more than evident.

Frowning a little bit, you lifted your tank top slowly and pinched at the soft skin of your stomach, feeling tears burning the backs of your eyes.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Gasping, you tugged your tank top down and whirled around, surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway of your bedroom, eyes wide as he stared at you.

“I—I was just—I mean…” You let your sentence trail off, not sure what you could possibly say at that moment. Clearly Bradley had seen what you’d been doing anyway.

Without a word, Bradley crossed the room and gently grasped your shoulders. He tried to look into your eyes, but you lowered your gaze, ashamed and embarrassed about how you’d been feeling and what he had just caught you doing.

“Honey, look at me,” Bradley begged, his voice soft.

You shook your head and kept your gaze averted, the tears that had been burning your eyes a moment ago now clogging your throat as well.

“Please, honey,” Bradley murmured pleadingly, his voice even softer now. “Please look at me,”

Unable to resist the gentleness in his voice, you slowly lifted your head and met his eyes. You saw them immediately soften when he looked at you, pain flashing in their brown depths at the recognition of the pain in your eyes.

“Oh, baby,” Bradley murmured, reaching up to cup your face in his hands. “What’s the matter? Talk to me,” he said, brushing one stray tear off your cheek with his thumb.

“It’s stupid,” you muttered, your voice wavering slightly as more tears threatened to fall.

“If it matters to you, then it’s not stupid,” Bradley told you firmly, leading you over to end of the bed and sitting you both down. “Baby, what were you doing when I walked in?”

“I was looking at my stomach,” you admitted, chewing on your lower lip as your cheeks flamed pink.

“Why?” Bradley prodded gently, tucking your hair behind your ear with one hand.

“I just—I hate it,” you confessed after a moment’s hesitation, turning away from him again. “I know I shouldn’t, but every time I look in the mirror, I just don’t like what I see. And I’m embarrassed—”

“Embarrassed?” Bradley interrupted, his face crinkling in a frown of confusion as he turned your chin so that you were looking at him once more. “Baby, what do you have to be embarrassed about?”

Taking a deep breath and willing back the tears, you just looked at him for a minute. “It’s just that it’s been a few months and I thought my body would be back to normal by now. But I still can’t shake these last few pounds and I’ve got stretch marks everywhere and I—I don’t even want you to see me naked!” you blurted out, the blush that had been spreading across your cheeks now extending down your throat.

Bradley’s eyes widened a bit at your admission and he was quiet for a few minutes, evidently absorbing and processing what you had just told him. Then, taking both your hands in his, he lowered his head and pressed soft kisses to them. “Baby, I am so sorry. I’m sorry that you’ve been dealing with all this, especially on your own. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was just…ashamed, I guess,” you murmured, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you and rubbed your back lightly. “I didn’t want you to know. I just—I didn’t want you to stop thinking that I’m beautiful,” you explained slowly. “Wow, that sounds so stupid now that I said it out loud.”

“It’s not stupid at all, baby,” Bradley told you, shaking his head. “But it couldn’t be further from the truth,” he added, cradling your face in his hands. “There is nothing—nothing—that could ever make you any less beautiful to me. Do you understand me?”

You nodded slowly, your gaze interlocking with his. There was such a depth of love in your husband’s eyes when he looked at you. It still took your breath away at times, even after all the years you’d been together.

“Honey, your body is amazing,” he went on, his calloused fingers gently brushing against your cheek. “You carried our son for nine months. You spent hours in labor. You gave him life. You did that. Your body did that. Do you think a few stretch marks or a couple extra pounds on the scale could ever take away from that?”

Crying in earnest now, you simply shook your head, at a loss for words. Bradley’s words had pierced the very depths of your heart, valiantly fighting off every ounce of insecurity that had been plaguing you these past few months.

“I know how it feels to not always like what you see in the mirror,” he added softly, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“Baby,” you whispered, reaching up to gently stroke the scars on his cheek. You would never forget the night he first told you about how he got those scars.

“See? I already know what you want to say,” Bradley smiled, grasping your hand in his and pressing a kiss to the inside of your palm. “That my scars don’t matter. That they don’t take away from who I am. That they make me who I am, in fact. The same thing is true for you, baby,” he said. “You’re beautiful exactly the way you are. Your body is beautiful exactly the way that it is.”

“Oh, baby,” you cried, wrapping your arms around him tightly and burying your face in his neck.

“I love you, honey. I love you so much. Nothing could ever change that,” Bradley whispered against your ear, brushing your hair to the side so that he could rub your back soothingly.

“I love you, too,” you sniffled, gently brushing your lips against his. Taking a few deep breaths, you leaned forward and rested your forehead against your husband’s.

“You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me,” he told you, dropping a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Will you let me show you that?” he asked, looking meaningfully into your eyes.

Smiling softly, you nodded your head slowly.

Smiling in return, Bradley pulled you into his arms and kissed you tenderly, his fingers burying themselves in your hair as he held you close. His kiss started out slow and sweet, his lips brushing against yours in a soft caress. As your body slowly started to relax into his hold, however, the kiss deepened, his tongue teasing your mouth, begging for entrance. You gladly offered it.

You knew you had missed this, knew you had been craving him, but it didn’t strike you just how much until that moment. Clinging to him desperately, you moaned softly into your husband’s mouth, your body responding with an urgency that would have almost been embarrassing if you weren’t so overcome with passion for him.

“Baby. Oh, baby,” Bradley whispered breathlessly, reaching down to slowly tug at the hem of your tank top. He pulled it over your head slowly and dropped it to the floor, revealing your naked chest. Your breasts were larger, much more swollen these days now that you were breastfeeding your son on a regular basis. Thankfully, you had fed Nicholas not long before bed, so they weren’t causing you any discomfort. “You’re so gorgeous, baby,” he told you, laying you back gently on the bed as he began to kiss his way down your neck.

Resting above you, Bradley reached down with one hand and gently began to caress your breasts, his fingertips tracing slow circles on your nipples in a way that had you biting your lip in pleasure. “Every inch of you is breathtakingly beautiful and perfect,” he whispered against your lips, kissing you softly as his hands continued to massage your breasts, rolling your nipples carefully between his thumb and his forefinger.

You let out a moan at that, your hips bucking off the bed slightly. Your whole body felt incredibly hypersensitive, especially your breasts, and Bradley’s touch had lit a fire deep inside you.

“There’s my baby,” Bradley grinned, kissing you one more time before lowering down and peppering the tops of your breasts with kisses, grazing his teeth against your sensitive skin lightly.

“Bradley,” you gasped, reaching down and resting your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Bradley murmured reassuringly, softly kissing one hard nipple and then the other.

You let out another moan, your eyes closing as your head fell backwards and your back arched up off the bed. Your husband nearly brought you to climax right then and there, alternating between kissing and sucking lightly on the delicate skin of your breasts. You could feel that your cotton panties were absolutely soaked with need and it made you blush furiously.

Suddenly, Bradley moved away from your breasts and began kissing his way down your stomach, his lips leaving a fiery trail across your skin. Gasping softly, both from pleasure and from some anxious nerves, your eyes opened once more and you lifted your head to look down at him.

“Don’t be nervous, honey,” Bradley murmured against your skin. He always did know you so well. Reaching up to lace his fingers through yours, Bradley began lightly kissing the darkest stretch marks that you were most self-conscious about. “I think these are beautiful, baby,” he told you, gently tracing his finger over each mark. “These are your battle scars,” he told you with a wink, continuing his gentle ministrations across your stomach.

You let out a breathy laugh, unable to stop yourself from smiling as you watched him. “I guess they are,” you nodded, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

After lovingly kissing and caressing each mark, Bradley reached for the waistband of your pajama pants, making sure his thumbs were hooked inside the waistband of your panties as well as he slowly began to peel them down your legs until you were totally naked before him. Crawling back up beside you, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips as his hand slowly trailed down your body, his fingers gently slipping between your wet folds. You moaned loudly at his touch, unable to stop yourself.

“I am still a little sore,” you confessed quietly, reaching up to stroke his cheek as he nibbled affectionately on your earlobe. “Can you go slow, baby?”

“Show me what you need, honey,” Bradley whispered, nuzzling your nose tenderly.

Chewing on your bottom lip, your hand slid down and rested over your husband’s. You guided him as he slipped one finger inside you, leading him exactly where you needed him to go. “Okay, one more,” you whispered after a few minutes, gasping in arousal as he slipped a second finger inside you, his fingers working in tandem to stroke your silky walls and elicit as much pleasure as humanly possible. Moaning desperately, you pressed his thumb against the sensitive bundle of nerves at your center, crying out his name as he began to stimulate you gently.

“I wish you could see what I see right now, honey,” Bradley murmured against your lips, kissing you as your pants and moans increased. “You wouldn’t doubt for a second that you’re the most beautiful woman alive.”

“Baby,” you whimpered, your hips bucking once more as wave after wave of pleasure crested over you. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer if he kept this up, but you were suddenly impatient to feel him inside you. “Baby, I need you. I need you now,” you gasped, reaching down with one hand and clutching the sheets of the bed.

You didn’t need to ask twice. Within seconds, Bradley was stripped down and poised at your slick entrance, your entire body shaking at the feel of the head of his penis pressed against you. “Tell me what you need, baby,” he whispered, holding your face in his hands.

“You,” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around him. “I just need you.”

With a gentle roll of his hips, Bradley was inside you and you were both crying out in something that went beyond mere pleasure. Sex had never just been about pleasure for the two of you. It had always been about connection, about love, about the unbreakable emotional bond that the two of you shared, the bond that could never be shaken. That’s what you had been missing these past few months. That’s why it had been so difficult to keep your feelings locked away from him all this time.

Trying to hide from Bradley was like trying to hide from yourself.

He was the other half of your heart, the other half of your soul. You needed him like you needed oxygen to breathe. You needed this—this intimacy, this time together. You would never take it for granted again.

“Oh, baby! Baby,” you cried, tears streaming down your face as you clung to him, your bodies moving together in a slow, syncopated rhythm.

“I know, baby, I know,” Bradley whispered in return, tears in his own eyes as his hips gently moved against yours.

Whether it was minutes or hours, you honestly couldn’t be sure, but soon you and Bradley were falling over the edge together, your names escaping each other’s lips in a soft, breathy rush of air.

Panting softly, you held each other close, your head resting in the crook of Bradley’s shoulder as you came down from the high of your climax, the first one you’d experienced in months.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” Bradley murmured softly, his lips pressed against your hair as he held you close to his chest.

“Bradley?” you whispered, tilting your head to gaze up at him. You suddenly felt exhausted.

“Mhm?” he replied, his own eyes looking heavy all of a sudden.

“Would you just…stay inside me?” you asked slowly, tracing lazy circles on his chest. “I just want to feel you close to me.”

Smiling sleepily, Bradley nodded and kissed your forehead. “Of course, baby.”

The two of you fell asleep that way, more in love and more deeply connected to each other than ever before.

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Muewehehehe! 😈

Hello Halo Hello! Once again I am Back! MUHAHAHAHA!

And I come back with another triplets request! Cause gosh darn it you do them so well. But anyways back to the request, that is if it's okay with you of course!

So hear me out years have past and the young triplets are now the beautiful age of 15! The kids along with the family are going to the plains to meet up with other Clans for a celebratory hunt. The omaticaya, Metkayina and Tipani gather together the young hunters ready to prove themselves and so forth.

But this isn't just about that that, this is about Lu'law gaining the attention of a very determined princling of the Tipani. Lu'law who's known for being pretty inventive and always crafting things or being intrigued by the old ways of human technology to help the humans of the omaticaya or just the Clan in general. But Lu'law isn't just known for her inventions they are also known for their beautiful gymnastic skills, practically making her look as though they dance on air.

The tipani princling is enraptured by her and is determined to court her for the following days, the thing is... daddy and uncle Loki ain't having it. Mischief ensues.

(I like to think the triplets call their uncle Lo'ak, loki from they're mama's stories cause he's mischievous.)

(Also Lu'law's siblings and mama help her to get with the adorkable boy they think is cute.)

Ooooooooooooooooooooohhh~!! I like this one! Sit back, relax, and Enjoy! Syawn series

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Syawn ch 4: skxom Hunt pt1

"Bro maybe we should head back, we got enough for the travel. Any more and we wont have enough space to carry the meat".

15 year old lu'Tstunwi says to his triplet brother, 15 year old lu'Lafyon.

Lu'Lafyon nods in agreement. They hunted enough. "Yeah, lets go. Lu'Law lets go!" the second brother calls out to his sister.

Where ever she is at.

Lu'Tstunwi and Lu'Lafyon roll their eyes in unison.

"She left didnt see? To grand uncle norm?" Lu'Lafyon asks in a bit of annoyance.

"No I didnt! Im right here" the voice of their sister was heard behind them. Turning around they see their sister landing down from a high branch.

Together, they head back home with their kill. Chatting happily about what they hope to see.

In the Omatikaya grounds, jake sully was packing the needed equipment for their long journey ahead. He gets up, groaning a bit tired.

Close to him, neteyam sees his father and slightly grins, "is time finally getting to you dad?". Jake rolls his eyes but cracks his back joints with a satisfying pop sound. "I am still in my prime son. But even I must admit, it is slowly getting to me" Jake replies in slight defeat.

Neteyam chuckled. He looks up at the position of the sun, knowing soon his children will come back soon with their kill. And finish what is left to pack.

His children. Neteyam's precious triplets.

After so many years, the reality of the three has never faded from his mind. Neteyam loves his triplets equally and adores how each are different yet the same.

The most he enjoys is the triplets being very close to their grandfather. Since jake understands the triplets on a a deeper level. Seeing them thrive and bond with others have made him and syawn very happy. And speaking of syawn, where is she?

THUMP!

"OW!!"

There she is.

Everyone was preparing for the long travel for the Skxom Hunt. A hunt that only happens once every 3 years. Clans from all over gather at a specific spot to hunt. Where life thrives and producing never ending field of nourishment and quality of ripe fruits and healthy animals.

Usually there would be an agreed spot of where to hunt. But for the last 40 years, the Skxom hunt has taken place in the once homeland of the fallen Sarentu clan. Where all na'vi go as to pay respect for their fallen brothers and sisters.

For the future generations to learn and never forget the once thriving clan. Retelling of Sarentu's stories, most notable figures. How their culture was like and traditions.

What has fallen, now rises a new life. The Sarentu's territory covered high mountains, deep massive lakes, endless fields of grass lands and patches of forest. Perfect for every na'vi in different environments.

Perfect for many things to be born anew. New things would bloom.

"ok now remember, you only have about 340 hours so make every second count, ya got it?" Norman Spellman was telling to lu'law.

"Dont worry uncle norm. Every second is going to be....how did you say it? A gem? Whatever. Know your trusty camera is in safe hands of sully the vlogger!!" Lu'law said with such confidence while holding a peace sign.

“That is the concerning part” Max says casually as he passes by with his wheelchair. “It happened one time. Besides, it was uncle loki that did it. Why put the blame on little ol’me?” Lu’law asks while making a pouty face.

“Because you gave it to him”.

“Oh yeah…”

Night came, and the whole clan gather once more in their union dinner, to be close to their loved ones before the long journey ahead.

Kiri and spider chat as much as they could with their family as they will be staying behind to watch over the clan. “And make sure the hunters are going through the right paths I laid out. The west side river is at its peak so have everyone be careful since the waters are rough this time of year, also-”

“Yes, yes, yes dad. Don't worry, we got it, "Kiri says as she reassures her father.

Jake cant help but sigh. This happens every time Jake has to leave the clan for days. Often over worrying, extra observant and extra worrying.

“We have done this plenty of times dad. We got this, the people trust spider as much as they trust you. Our people are in the safest hands” kiri says with softness in her voice. Jake shakes his head while his hands also shake slightly. Neytiri rubs her hand against his arms. “Ma’jake, our daughter is right. She and spider have proved themselves worthy to watch over the people. They will be fine. It is not the first time”.

The soothing voice of his mate, Jake relaxed. “Neytiri is right, I can handle the torch while you are away,” Spider says with a grin. Excited to be in a position where he can help the people in a massive way.

“Hey, I am the BEST of the BEST. I can heal anyone. Besides, it will be fun to see the whole fest!” tuk says as she sits beside neytiri and kiri.

Over at the over fire pit, neteyam and syawn enjoy their meal with their beloved children. Syawn explaining to neteyam how her day with tuk and others went and he listens with all his attention on her. Lu’law sees it and often wonders if one day she would have what her parents have.

“Sis? You are zoning out again” Lu’lafyon says as Lu’Tstunwi snaps his fingers in front of her face. “Oh, sorry, um, what were we talking about again??” lu’law asks while nervously scratching her nose. “Your sensor. You said it works better now” lu’tstunwi replies. Regaining her concentration again, lu’law explains her new item.

“Oh right! So this will help us see if any danger is near with a super hyper heat sensor and…”

Everyone awoke before the rising sun. They begin their journey both in Ikrans and palis. Jake took the front line to lead the way, as the warriors surrounded their massive group. Everyone was nervous yet excited for the hunt. Neytiri and Jake were chatting while being on alert. Neteyam and syawn enjoy each other’s comfort in silence. And Tuk chatting happily to some of her fellow friends who joined in on the journey.

The triplets decided to ride their ikrans during their journey. Letting the cool wind awaken their minds and feel the crisp morning air. Using the earpiece their grandfather gave them, they have clear communication long distant from the land and sky. Thanks to lu’law’s little tinkering, not only they can hear, but also give visuals from the person’s perspective. Which can cover more ground better. Making things better for her people gives lu’law a sense of pride and feels she is truly contributing to the clan in her own way.

"You think the Tyrangi clan will be there?" Lu'Lafyon asks during the time of resting. His siblings look at each other before rolling their eyes. "Brother, it be unlike the Tyrangi clan to NOT be there" Lu'Law responds. “Really brother, are you Omatikaya or Tayrangi?” Lu’Tstunwi teases, making those around him grin.

“Wouldn't be surprised if my nephew would present for that clan” Lo’ak adds in as he makes himself comfortable. The Tyrangi clan, or more specifically, their Olo’eykte, Ikenyi, holds favoritism towards Lu’Lafyon. The oldest triplet became a symbol of unity between the Omatikaya and Tayrangi. For what reason? That is a secret buried between Lu’Lafyon and Ikenyi.

“Please uncle loki, grandpa would never let that happen” Lu’Tstunwi says. “Damn right I won't” Jake comments as he sits down with neytiri. The triplets scoot closer to their grandparents. “In fact, I am sure Neteyam can agree with me on this one. The three of you, dont take after your uncle lo’ak-”

“HEY!”

“You are Omatikaya no matter what. And in the future when you fully participate in the hunt, present Omatikaya and show the others what we can do '' Jake ends his little speech. Neytiri smiles as she leans on to him.

“You are still hurt from your defeat of the last hunt”

“Those fuckers cheated”

It was a long trip, but at long last they arrived at the preserved lands of the long gone Sarentu clan. Thanking Eywa for reaching their destination, the Omatikaya members began to settle. But they weren't alone. Their brothers at arms have settled before them, the metkayina clan.

Lo’ak ran walked to Tsireya as everyone else was welcoming each other. “It has only been a few days and he acts like he hasn't seen auntie Tsireya in years' ' Lu'Tstunwi comments as he rolls his eyes. But Lu’Law inwardly hums at the scene of her uncle and aunt. “Must be nice though, to see someone you look forward to seeing no matter how much time has passed,” she says with a sigh.

Syawn heard her and pulls her daughter closer, “my sweet girl, are you perhaps thinking of something like that?” she teases. Lu’Law playfully rolls her eyes, “no mother, it is just a silly thought” . Syawn hums while smiling slightly, “no thought is too silly”.

“My little Lulu’s!!” 20 year old Ti’ong sings out as she embraces the triplets into her arms. Giving them each a kiss on the head, she lets them go. “You three keep getting big! Stop growing and be cute and small forever!” she pouts while complaining. Lu’Tstunwi chuckles, “It has only been 3 months, Tsmuke. Don't be dramatic”

Dramatically, Ti’ong leaned against Lu’Tstunwi, “3 months is too long”. Lu’law giggles at her Tsmuke antics when her eyes landed on the arriving clan.

The Tipani clan.

It is rare for the Tipani clan to attend the hunt since they live farther out in the forest region and would take longer to arrive. Perhaps they had a head start.

Lu’Law took notice of her father smirking a bit playfully. “Dad? You know someone from the Tipani clan?” she asks, neteyam nods. “See that man over there? With the yellow shield on his back?”. The daughter nods. The man in question looked a bit older than neteyam. Seemed more experienced and a master level.

“Well, his name is Tan Jala. We have a bit of competition in terms of physical skill. It is a bit over due to settle the score” neteyam says with determination in his voice.

“You and your father are much alike” Syawn joins with a deadpan in her voice.

“It is as uncle lo’ak says mom, like father like son”

On the other side of the field, young princling of the Tipani clan, atan afyawusìntxu was looking all over the na’vi that are settling in. It was his first time attending the Skxom hunt. Ready to prove himself not only to his people but to everyone else.

His parents told him that the legendary Toruk Makto is here along with his clan. To hear the stories never tired him. And the clan he lives in must be powerful and strong too! But Toruko Makto wasn't the only person the young Tipani prince wishes to see. The blessed triplets too.

Atan has heard of the historic communion from his mother. To see the triplets in front of him would be such an honor. Though secretly, the boy wishes to be friends with them. Not to hold political connections but to be genuine friends.

“Atan, focus. This is your first hunt. You do well in being the face of our future to the others” atan's father says. The boy nods. “Yes father, I promise I won't make a fool of myself”

“Stop making a fool of yourselves!!” Tuk warns at her niece and nephews. The triplets giggle as they make silly carvings while hanging upside down on one of the tall tents. Syawn giggles and places a hand on tuk’s shoulder. “Did you forget it was you who taught them to be silly, sister?”. Tuk inwardly groans, “Yes, and I regret it”. Syawn laughs heartily at it.

“Auntie tuk! Come on! Join us!” Lu’law shouts, inviting tuk to join in their silliness. “You too mother! The view is lovely up here!” Lu’tstunwi says. The ladies shrug their shoulders and join in the fun.

Lu’lafyon helps them up but wasn't quick. “Wait mother, don't step there-”

“OW!”

“Thank Eywa we didn't inherited mothers clumsiness”

“I heard that!”

The next day arrives, and the skxom hunt begins. As the sun has risen, the games begin. The entire sully family prepares for the first rounds. Lu’law prepares the camera norm gave her. To record the best parts for the clan to see when they return home.

“Ok, aaaaand we are rolling!” she announces. Lu’Lafyon and Lu’Tstunwi made silly poses in front of the camera. “Hello Omatikaya people! Today is the first day of the Skxom hunt! The first games are fishing and gathering in the lakes!” Lu’Lafyon announces to the camera. “Todays competitors are the Tipani clan, Ta’unui clan, Tayrangi clan and our fellow ally, the Mekayina clan!” Lu’Tstunwi follows.

Lu’law giggles at their silliness. She turns the camera facing her and grins widely. “Join us as we record the greatest event in na’vi history! We are your voices! I am lu’law Sully!” she makes a peace sign. Her brothers join her on each side.

“I am Lu’Tstunwi Sully!”

“And I am Lu’Lafyon Sully!”

“And you are watching Disney channel!” the three say in unison.

“And uncle ao’nung is in the lead!! GO UNCLE GO!!” Lu’law screeches in excitement. She zooms in to where Ao'nung was head to head with a Tayrangi clan member. “The Tipani is falling behind a bit” she comments.

There were cheers among the crowd. “*gasps!* uncle is-”

“AO’NUNG OF THE METKAYINA IS REACHING THE END!!”

A loud voice echoed in the massive field, reaching everyone's ears. Lu’law pointed the camera to show a na’vi holds a large sky demon technology that works as a speaker. “And that is O’ame of the Hulanta clan WHO IS VERY LOUD!” Tuk shouted behind lu’law.

The young triplet laughs and while holding the camera, she leans over to get something from her bag when she unknowingly was recording someone…

Atan was cheering for his fellow clan member. He screamed at the top of his lungs, seeing the metkayina warrior having a greater chance at winning.

“GO UNCLE GO!”

He heard a bright cheery voice amongst all others. The voice is clear and bright. Atan carefully trying to pinpoint who it was, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. It was the triplet sister. Atan was awestruck. She wasn't that far from him. As his parents wanted, to make strong bonds with the Omatikaya clan. Perhaps this is a good chance.

The sister was holding some demon technology. Something he despised of. It was odd looking like all demon technology. It had some dark circle in the center. Aiming at the competitors. Nothing was coming out of it. Perhaps it is somehow aiding the metkayina warrior?

Atan was very confused but more bewildered when it aimed at him. The sister wasn't looking, she was leaning down and her arm moved when the object was facing him. He didnt feel any pain, no mind controlling, nothing of the things he has heard. Still feeling the same.

The sister stood up straight again, and for a moment, Atan made eye contact with the sister…

Everyone surrounded Ao’nung as he was named winner of the swimming round. After that, more clans competed in the coming rounds.

When night came, a huge communal feast was served. Many cooks, hunters, gatherers came to create a giant feast with each clan's specialties. Jake and neteyam, along with ao’nung and lo’ak, they left to meet with the other clan leaders, as for tuk, syawn, and neytiri left to assist in cooking. And where does the three little mischievous triplets leave to?

An open field of chaotic adventure.

“Let's go before Ikeyni smothers me again!” Lu’lafyon says as he and his siblings run along the long grass.

The other two laugh at him and keep on running. Enjoying the feeling of freedom and the soft grass. At night does the land looks just as alive as in the daytime.

Lu’Tstunwi was holding the camera as he slowly scans the grasslands with the camera. Trying to capture every detail. “And this was once home of the Sarentu clan. We have already paid our respects to the fallen. Sorry we couldn't record it. It was a private thing” he narrates.

“Hey look, seems we aren't the only ones in thirst of adventure” Lu’law comments, Lu’tstunwi turns the camera to show young na’vi around their age and younger exploring the area. Playing games or just enjoying the environment.

“Well my fellow lu and lu, I believe that is our cue to cover more grounds. Here, my turn” Lu’Lafyon says as he takes the camera from his brother. “Remember, it only has 335 hours left of the camera, so make each second worth it!” Lu’law warns.

“Yeah yeah! Got it!” Lu’Lafyon says dismissively.

And off the three went to their own little adventures and what to share with their family.

“WOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!! YEAH!!”

Lu’Law flew her ikran high in the sky. The nightly breeze was refreshing and felt wonderful. “Come on Ichi! Let's practice some more!” Lu’Law speaks with her ikran who screeches in agreement.

Getting in a position as her ikran dives down in high speeds, letting the pressure of the wind take her off of ichi and fly high in the sky. The bioluminescent light illuminating her deep blue skin. Looking, for a moment, other worldly.

At least that is what Atan describes when he saw Lu’Law making some insane tricks. As he too took his ikran flying in the young night. But hearing Lu’Law’s howls, it lured him to follow. And there, in the vast open skies, did he see Lu’law dance among the wind. Her movements were delicate as a leaf floating in the wind.

Truly, Atan was in awe struck. His ikran roars, he looks and makes a quick move to avoid crashing the tall trees. Atan makes a sharp right, back into the open air. His eyes still staring at where he could have crashed before-

“LOOK OUT!!” a voice called out to him.

His ikran took the initiative and ducked down. But atan looked up, as if time slowed down, once again he made eye contact with the na’vi who was on his mind for the whole day. The na’vi, Lu’law truly is otherworldly.

Time resumed and both passed each other.

Lu’law turned ichi around and flew at the same pace as atan. “Hey are you alright? You almost hit that tree” she spoke with concern in her voice. Atan blinked a few times, “y-yes. I am fine. Thank you, I wasn't seeing where I was going” he explained. Lu’law smiles, assured he is fine.

“You are from the Tipani clan right? What is your name?” she asks. Clearing his throat he replies, “my name is Atan afyawusìntxu. Or atan for short”. Lu’law gasped a bit, “for a name like that. That means you are the son of Olo'eyktan and tsahik, correct?” she asks. Again, atan nods.

Lu’law giggles. Took a bit for Atan not to give such a reaction. It was a cute sound she made. Light and bubbly. “Well then atan, my name is Lu’Law sully from the Omatikaya” the girl introduces herself. “But I get the feeling you already know me” Lu’Law says, slightly nervous.

Atand nods, “Hard to not know of you and your family lineage” he says. “But…I only know the surface” he continues. This made lu’law light up in glee. “Well then, atan. How about joining me in a little flight? Show you more than what you know?”. Taking the open invitation, atan accepts. And off the two fly higher together. Their ikrans dancing in rhythmic patterns.

Down on the ground, Syawn was searching for her little mischief children as it was dinner time. Purposely, the triplets left their ear piece behind so as to not be found wherever they are.

“This is getting old” Syawn says with a tired sigh. Her little complaints were hauled when she heard the familiar howls of cheers. She looks up to see lu’law flying ichi, but she wasn't alone.

“Oh my…” Syawn whispers. Recognizing who is the second rider, she couldn't help but have a soft smile on her lips. The scene reminds her of many precious memories. Seeing lu’law enjoying her fun with the Tipani prince was certainly a sight. But one syawn won't share. Not until her daughter was ready.

“No no, maybe I am thinking too deep into it…” the na’vi mother says to herself. Deciding on leaving her daughter to be with her new found friend. Syawn silently leaves with joy in her heart.

“So if his name is lo’ak, why do you call him loki?” Atan asks. The two of them sit near a clif side of a hill, taking a break from their flying activities. “Loki is an old god the humans once believed. Was mischievous and would pull pranks and create trouble for fun. Thus, uncle loki since it suited my uncle” Lu’law explains. If atan has eyebrows, it would be raised.

“Human stories? What good do they have? Don't you hate them?” he asks. He has heard of the Omatikaya clan were constantly being attacked. It would be logical to hate them. His clan does. Was raised to hate them as they only came to destroy their home.

Lu’law shrugs a bit. “Not all of them, in fact there are humans that live in unity with my clan. My mother was once a human. But Eywa blessed her to be in her dreamwalker body to live with my father. The humans, or “science guys” as my grandfather calls them, are loyal to my people. Would rather lose their heads than betray”.

Atan looks rather surprised and a bit perplexed. Lu’law caught on. “Well...I understand its odd for other clans. I would assume you were alright with the humans since your clan was the first to interact with them” she says.

“Correct but it didnt mean we trusted them. After everything they have done. And killing my great grandparents. It is a wound that won't be healed for a long time…” Atan replies with slight sadness. Lu’law can only nod in understanding.

“I guess it is only right to have different views on them. It is alright. Maybe-” She was interrupted by the sounds of the long horns being blown. Signaling that the communal dinner has started.

“Right on time. Today worked up an appetite” Lu’law says with excitement to feast on some yummy food. Atan reflected her mood as he too smiled, “yes. Uumm..I enjoyed our chat together. Perhaps, if it is alright with you. Can we talk some more tomorrow…?” he asks a bit nervously. This made lu’law’s ears perk up and her tail swaying.

“YES! *ahem!* I mean, yes. I enjoyed our time too. How about after tomorrows rounds? My aunt tsireya will be competing tomorrow and I want to be there to support her”.

“Of course, in fact, my aunt will be attending as well” atan says. This sparked a bit of a competition between them. “Alright, may the best aunt win” Lu’law states, their hands shake as to confirm whatever they were doing.

Saying their goodbyes, both left to their spots where their clan and family members are.

“Alright alright, settle down. Tsireya and Tuk, help me with the portions.” Neytiri instructs her two daughters as everyone settles down. Jake, lo’ak, tonowari and ao’nung were chatting. While Unyor, Ti’ong, and Syawn were chatting too. Neteyam entered their massive tent observing the whole family. A smile crept up to him. The warm glow of the fire and the happy chatter all over brought happiness to his heart.

But he noticed 3 members are missing.

Sitting next to his mate, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “my love, where are the kids?” he asks. Syawn was reminded of what she witnessed earlier but kept her face neutral. “No doubt exploring the grasslands. Don't worry, they will come soon, the horn was heard” she treasures.

“Hurry before uncle ao’nung and uncle loki get the good stuff!!” Lu’lafyon rushes his siblings as they ran past everyone towards their tent. Lu’tstunwi and Lu’law do their best to keep up.

“Would have been faster if we took the pali’s!!” lu’tstunwi with a bit of impatience in his voice. “And crash more people than we already are??” Lu’law asks a bit sarcastically as she steps on another tail on accident.

The three kept saying sorry as they crash or step on someone. They see their family tent and ran faster.

But Ronal was in the way.

“What the…?”

“BREAKS!!!” the triplets said in unison as they tried to halt their speed. Ronal was quick to step aside as the three tumble each other on the ground. “What are you three doing?” Ronal asks curiously. Bending down to make sure they are fine. The triplets groan a bit from the sudden stop and crush each other with their body weight.

“Hi granny…we heard the horn so we ran as you saw” lu’tstunwi answered despite his cheek being smushed by lu’law’s hand.Ronal rolls her eyes at him, “there is plenty. No need to run like you are getting the scraps” she reminds. Lu’law hisses at lu’lafyon who moves around, “we will get scraps if we do-STOP TUGGING!!” he shouts at his siblings.

Ronal was quick to separate the three. “Don't tangle your tails again, wouldn't want a repeat of that incident”. The triplets shudder at the old memory being mentioned.

As the three separated, Ronal steadily took the lead in taking them to the tent. The three followed, neither walking in front or behind, but rather at her sides. “Your mother always leaves the best for you three. I doubt your uncles would leave bones behind for you”.

“Sheesh! Calm down you three! There is plenty, why must you eat like your uncles?” Jake scolds his grandchildren. The triplets were eating in a rather fast pace, as if to compete with ao’nung and lo’ak.

“Backs straight, I raised fine na’vi not mindless skxawngs” Sywan also scolds. “So did we” Neytiri and Ronal side eye their sons who were doing the same.

“Sorry mom, after a long day of activity, hunger comes with no warning” Lu’tstunwi replies as he helps wipe off the mess from lu’fayon’s mouth. Syawn shakes her head and does the same with lu’law. “You are a lady, at least behave like one. What if a fine young na’vi sees you gobbling up like a pali? hm?” she says gently.

Neteyam shakes his head, “well if that is what will drive away any mindless young ones, by all means lu’law, eat like an ikran”.

Syawn lightly slaps neteyam’s shoulder, “don't be like that. One day she and our sons will find a mate of their own. Who is to say they won't find one here?”. Again neteyam shakes his head, this time in more denial “no, not now, and not ever. They are still too young to even think about tha. Especially our daughter".

Lo’ak was quick to agree, “I second that!”.

This time tsireya lightly slapped his head.

Unyor gave a look towards ao’nung as to silence him before he says anything.

The triplets were giving everyone equal unimpressed looks. “Really?” was what the three said. “Mom, dad, I highly doubt I will find someone any time soon. Especially here. This is two weeks we will be here. There won't be enough time to get to know someone and fall in love. Besides, I am busy recording all the good stuff for the people back home. Cant get side tracked” lu’law stated.

The answer did satisfy neteyam and lo’ak. But syawn can't help but make a slight face.

“Hhmmm…”

“We know that hum sister,” Lu’tstunwi says. The three lay side by side in their shared hammock. Despite being old enough for their own, they refused.

“Sorry but…but I just can't help it. Would dad really prevent us from finding someone?” lu’law asks. Lu’lafyon and lu’tstunwi looked at each other for a few seconds. “Most likely, but mom will be there to keep him in check” lu’tstunwi answers.

“But also, there is the factor, DO we really want to find someone? And if so, when is the right time?” Lu’lafyon questions. The three humm in unison as they stare up at the clear starry night sky.

“Why not make a pact promise?” Lu’tstunwi suggest. Lu’lafyon and lu’law turn to him with raised eyebrows. He elaborates, “like ummm….who ever each of us falls in love first or starts to like someone. We help each other in going forth? And should dad or anyone try to get in the way, we tattletell mom and help? How about it?”.

The other two looked at each other in thought. “Soooo…one of us likes someone and the other two become support and guards…sounds like a good idea” lu’law says. The three nod in agreement and twirl their pinky fingers to seal their new pact.

Sharing the same starry night sky, young atan was looking up with wonder and hope. After the recent exchange with lu’law, that girl couldn't be out of his mind. She was bright, sweet, and very engaging.

But nothing is perfect, there is an itch atan can't get rid of. Her love for demon technology. That is something he cant easily overlook.

“My son, what has got you so deep in thought?” his mother asks, interrupting his train of thought. She lays beside him, her warm smile bright and welcoming. Atan looks back at the sky and back to his mother.

“It is a bit..complicated mother. I am not so sure myself” he replies in a low whisper. His mother wraps her arms around him, bringing him close. “M-mother, wait, I don't think father would-”

“Oh hush, he is busy. A little hug won't hurt either of you. Now, about that head of yours” she playfully taps on his forehead. “If there is something you are not sure of, don't hesitate to ask. You can always come to me or to your father. Being lost in your mind isn't always good. Best to seek guidance from those close to you” the tsahik advice.

Atan hums at her words, and snuggles closer to her embrace. “I guess, but this is something too early to tell. And I need to figure it out. Hopefully soon…”

“And what did we learn?” tuk teases as she applies healing paste to lo’ak bruises. He rolls his eyes as tsireya wraps his injured hand. Neytiri sat across from him, arms crossed, clearly not impressed.

“What? I can't help it! After that talk last night I had to check if everything was, you know…ok with them. Especially lu’law”. Tsireya releases a huff in amusement. “So you thought it was a good idea to hide within the herd of the sturmbeest? To spy on them?”

Lo’ak sighs and hangs his head. “Look, as their uncle, isnt it my job to make sure they are ok? That no dumb thoughts cross their minds?”.

“And being in the middle of a herd was a good idea?” Neytiri asks a bit sarcastically. Lo’ak hung his head even more as his ears pinned against his head. “Ma’loak, I know you care for them but syawn and neteyam are there. They are the parents, let them watch over their kids. You on the other hand have a hunt to prepare in 2 days. Can't have you be distracted” Tsireya scolds gently with a warm smile.

“Fine, but I am still going to tell neteyam-”

“Absolutely not”

“Ok, here are your arrow-WOA!!”

Neteyam caught syawn easily like it was one of his five senses. “Still falling for me?” he smirks playfully, making syawn blush like a teenager. It never fails.

“N-neteyam, not now, you have to be up there soon” syawn said with a bit of shake in her voice. Putting the bow and arrows aside, neteyam picks up his beloved and spins around. Causing syawn to squeak in surprise.

“Neteyam!! We can do this later!!” syawn says as her mate keeps spinning. Neteyam however laughs and keeps spinning with love in his eyes, “I don't mind skipping”. Coming to a halt, he stops but hasn't put his love down. “Come on neteyam. Didn't you say you have a score to settle with a Tipani? I want to see you win” syawn encourages.

“I do. Buuuuut being with you is better” he pulls her in for a loving kiss to which syawn happily reciprocates.

“OUR EYES!!”

Quickly the mates pulled away to see their children cover their eyes and make gagging noises. “Hey, you may be grossed out now. But when you find your mate, you three will be doing the same” Syawn says.

“Unlikely” neteyam comments with a little grin.

“Yeahyeahyeah! They are calling for you dad. Don't keep them waiting!” Lu’tstunwi says. “Beat Tan Jala’s ass!” Lu’lafyon shouts, fisting the air. “Show him what you are all about!” Lu’law adds.

Warmth filled neteyams heart, smiling lovingly at his children. Pulling all three close along with his mate, he hugs them all tightly. “Dad…?” he hears one of his kids say, but he just takes a moment of being with them. “Ssshhh…let him have this” Syawn whispers.

The triplets then understood and wrapped their arms around each other. Their family fully embracing in their little bubble of love.

skxom = chance, opportunity

atan afyawusìntxu = Guiding light