#she has pants! i did not want to draw a full body!

[lanternlightss]

hey so. what if. what if—

that amos design is not concrete whatsoever, i don’t think aqua or i have made an older amos yet XD

let it be know i pulled that design directly out of my ass

this is based off @littleblueberryartist ‘s funny tags!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Second Time's The Charm VIII

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: You have your baby

It all happened so quickly that Alexia didn't know what to do.

One moment, the cries of your new baby girl filled the room.

She was perfect, bright eyes and a little tuft of wispy hair.

Alexia was allowed to cut the chord.

"Hello, Elena," You said when Alexia presented her to you.

"You did so well, amor," Alexia said, eyes shining with unshed tears," I'm so proud of you."

"She's beautiful."

"Yes." A little bubble of laughter spilled out of Alexia's chest. "She is."

She'd turned away for a second. Only a second to give baby Elena to the nurse to weigh and check. It was just a second, not even that.

A hint of a second.

A bare moment of time when her eyes weren't on you.

A tiny amount of time in the grand scheme of things. Not even enough time to say a word.

You were pale, much paler than before and breathing heavily.

You were already panting through the birth but this was different. It was worse.

You were clammy and unfocused and Alexia reached for you.

Only to have her hand knocked away from you by a doctor hurrying forward.

He said words but either Alexia couldn't understand them or didn't hear them at all. His mouth moved but nothing computed.

Bags were hung up on your iv pole, something injected into you, something else put on a drip.

But you didn't look any better.

You didn't even look really present at all.

This was meant to be one of the best moments of your lives, on the top spot alongside adopting baby Maya and marrying your wife but something was wrong.

Something was so wrong.

"No," Alexia said, scrambling to force words out of her mouth," I...What's going on? No! Stop! Don't take her! Please!"

The doctors were already activating the wheels on your bed, already pulling up the guard rails.

One of the nurses caught Alexia's arms as a flurry of activity happened around her.

"Miss Putellas, y/n is haemorrhaging. Has she told you what that means?"

"Mrs," Alexia says faintly, staring down at the wedding band on her finger, hot like flames against her skin.

"What?"

She looked up at the nurse. "It's Mrs Putellas. We're married."

The nurse's features softened a fraction as she gently led Alexia to the seat by your bed.

"Y/n is bleeding. Heavily. We can keep her on a blood transfusion or we can take her to surgery but we need permission."

"S-Surgery?" Alexia's eyes widened in panic. "She's dying?! She's going to die?!"

"Miss-Mrs Putellas-"

"You need to save her," Alexia insisted, a prickling feeling in her stomach," Anything! Everything! You have to save her!"

"We'll try," The nurse promised," We're going to take her in now but, for you, do you want to wait here or down by delivery with your baby?"

"Elena."

"Huh?"

"Elena. The baby. Her name is Elena."

"That's a beautiful name."

"My wife chose it."

Alexia sat by delivery practically catatonic.

Elena was in the nursery with all the other babies, routinely checked upon but Alexia couldn't bring herself to move, mind swirling with thoughts of you and just how weak you looked in that hospital bed.

You had been smiling before she turned away. You had been happy, eager to have Elena in your arms.

The pitter patter of little footsteps was all Alexia could hear and her body turned automatically, drawing Maya closer to her.

"Mami!" Maya chirped," Abuela say our baby is here?"

"She is. Elena. Your baby sister."

At some point, Alexia had called Eli. She didn't know how. She didn't know when but Maya had been sent to Eli to babysit when you went into labour.

For her to be here now means that Alexia had called Eli.

Maya stood on her tiptoes to look into the nursey.

"Alexia-"

"Mami, they took her. She's in surgery. They're-They're-"

The sobs that had been forced down until now, sprung out full force and Alexia sobbed into her mother's shoulder.

"She's going to be okay, Alexia," Eli said," She's strong. She's going to fight."

"I want my wife, Mami," Alexia said," She didn't even get to hold Elena."

"Something wrong with Mama?"

Maya stood in front of them, bored of staring at the babies and Alexia tried to clamp down on her tears, tried to explain but her words got stuck in her throat.

"Maya," Eli took over though," Your Mama just needs to be checked out a little more. Having your baby sister-"

"Elena," Maya interrupted," Name is Elena. Mama name her."

Alexia bit on the inside of her cheek to clamp down a heart-breaking sob.

"Having Elena has taken a lot out of your Mama so the doctors are checking her over."

Maya took a step closer. "Mama is doctor. Looks after hurt people. Mama hurt? Mami, Mama hurt?"

"Mama is going to be just fine," Alexia said, desperately wishing it into existence," She's going to be perfectly fine. She just needs a bit more rest."

Maya burst into tears.

Alexia cried harder.

The clock taunted them, the hands moving slowly but surely until it was hours past since you had first been taken away.

Maya kept crying.

Alexia cries some more.

Eli kept them hydrated and fed, making stops at the café to get them food.

"Mrs Putellas?"

Alexia was up like a shot, Maya already on her hip.

"Yes? That's me! How's my wife?!"

"She-"

"My Mama going to be okay?" Maya asked.

The doctor nodded. "She suffered a post-partum haemorrhage but we performed a laparotomy. It was successful and she's being taken back to her room. Should we bring the bab-"

"Elena," Maya said," My Mama name her."

"Should we bring Elena back too?"

Alexia nodded, wiping her tears. "That would be nice."

She was by your bedside when you woke up, Maya fast asleep on her lap and a little bassinet nearby.

"Hello, my love."

"Amor, how are you feeling?"

"Like I've just been cut open," You teased but Alexia's face fell," Too soon?"

She nodded. "A little bit."

"How are our babies?"

"Maya was worried. Elena is still perfect."

"Can I see them?"

Alexia gently transferred Maya onto the bed with you. The little girl automatically curled into you in her sleep as Alexia gently lifted Elena.

"Well, hello there, beautiful girl," You cooed as Elena was placed on your chest," It's nice to finally meet you."

She was asleep too, a nice weight on your chest with her scrunched-up little face and even smaller tuft of hair.

"My love," You said," Don't cry."

Tears rolled down Alexia's face as she joined you on the other side of the bed, burying her head into your shoulder as she sobbed.

"I thought I lost you," She choked out," Amor, I was so worried. I didn't understand what was going on."

"I'm okay, Ale," You assured her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head," I'm alright."

"But you weren't. They took you to surgery."

"And they saved me, Ale," You said," They saved me and I'm here, with you and our children and I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

[whatever-imagines]

butch wolverine smut with pussy eating + musk? pretty please 🙏

Feral

Rated: E for explicit

Tags: whelp; here’s one of the filthiest things I’ve written.

Reader is afab; smut, not proofread we die like so many of the x-men

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You’ve been gone for a mission for four days, and Logan’s practically crawling the walls. The anxiety eats at her; it’s been so long since she’s let anyone near her emotionally, now that she has you, you give her all sorts of heart-attacks.

Was she like this before? Before she lost her memories 16 years ago? Always so worried about loved ones? (Did she have loved ones to worry over?)

When Scott finally told her that the recon team had returned safely, Logan all but marched to the hanger, eager to see you alive and in one piece.

She smells you before she sees you; you but slightly different. Headier, muskier.

You come off the jet looking tired and annoyed. Hair unkempt and face slightly sheened from the oil of your skin.

Logan’s been on a few recon missions. Especially on the jet, there’s no proper way to wash yourself, and since most of the cabin is full of supplies, there’s no space to bring extra clothes, and it’s encouraged to stay in uniform the whole time in case you need to spring into action.

So, Logan deduced that you haven’t washed or changed clothes in four days.

And you smell sooooooo good.

You smile weakly at her, and Logan attempt a normal looking smile back, trying not to look as strained or aroused as she felt.

“Hey.” You greet lightly, coming closer, opening your arms for a hug.

Logan’s smile turned tight as she allowed you into her space. “Hey, princess.” She says in a loving, almost sarcastic way, trying very hard to seem nonchalant.

You pull away from her embrace with a questioning look. “You okay?” You ask quietly, as not to alert the others. They were thrumming around you, Storm complaining about needing a shower and Scott making some leader-like comment.

You were always so thoughtful like that; it made Logan near feral with want.

The Wolverine leans down, and places a kiss at the top of your uniform’s collar, taking in a deep whiff of your scent.

“My room.” She growls out lowly, a single hand playing with your fingers.

You sigh, “Lo, I haven’t showered in four days, I’m foul right now.” You try to explain.

All Logan does is tunnel vision stares you down, mouth tight and she’s almost shaking with how badly she’s restraining herself.

Sighing clicks in you head and you sigh again. “Oh, you would, wouldn’t you. Wild woman.” You chastise teasingly. “Can I at lease get out of uniform?”

“You have 15 minutes to be on my bed.”

You level her with an irked eyebrow.

“Please.” Logan tacks on with a whine.

You smile victoriously. “I’ll be there in ten as soon as you let me go.”

Logan is suddenly very aware that she was gripping your biceps in a desperate tightness, and slaps her hands down to her thighs once she comes too.

—-

Her nose bumps your clit for the nth time so far, and for the nth time, Logan inhales deeply.

You made it to her room in 8 minutes, excitedly changing into a loose shirt that probably was Logan’s at some point but was now yours, and lounge pants. As soon as you crossed the threshold of Logan’s room, without much fanfare, she pinched the fabric against your thighs and pantsed you. You reflexively doubled over to try and cover yourself but all Logan did was use your position as an opportunity to scoop you up over her shoulder and dumped you on her unmade bed.

She spend about two minutes with her face in your neck, licking and sucking in bruises, her hands rubbing you up and down along your sides, making you gasp and giggle. She hardly spoke a word, opting to growl aloud instead.

Slowly she made her way down your body, still licking, still nipping at your skin, pushing your/her shirt up to your collar bone; rubbing in her salvia into your neck, your ribs, your stomach and pelvic bone, at some point backing off the bed to kneel on the floor, drawing you towards her.

She bullied your thighs over her shoulders and stared you down, unblinkingly, as she licked your core, tongue broad and hot.

You relented, throwing your head back and moaning.

Now you were here, almost to the point of tears due to Logan’s ministrations.

Her hands were so warm, holding your legs open, blunt fingernails digging into the meat of your thighs. Her quick and clever tongue continuously bringing you to the brink before backing off, making you whine and moan in ecstasy and displeasure in spades.

She was sniffing you a lot, breaking away frequently to smell the juncture of her leg and hip, the divot behind your knee, even going as so far to lean up entirely, one hand coming down to rub at your sex so she could dart forward and smell your armpit.

You almost laugh, could have if you weren’t gasping for air at the ferocity that Logan was eating out with moments later.

Logan’s tongue lapped at your hole, her thumb swiping at your bumble of nerves harshly before she moves up minutely to suck at your clit.

You beg, “Please, please lemme cum now, please!”

With you still in her mouth, Logan hums deeply, the vibrations making you clench around nothing and you sob.

Logan continues to suck and hum, growling into you, when the blunt, wide tip of het thumb breaches you ever so slightly, pushing you over the edge.

You mouth went slack and you squeeze your eyes shut until the buzz in your body resembled less of an angry hornets hive and more of a cellphone on silent.

As you catch your breath, Logan stands from her position from the floor, finally shucking off her pants and shirt.

Bitch didn’t even get undressed before wrecking you.

“Fuck you.” You gasp; grabbing at her.

Logan chuckles and kneels on the bed, leaning down until she’s on top of you, the weight familiar and crushing.

“Sorry, lost my cool there for a minute.” She says, finally about her wits. She licks your neck again, making you whimper.

Logan rolls off you with a satisfied sigh, the fingers still covered in her spit and your slick come up to rub at the area she just licked.

“What about you?” You couldn’t help but ask. For as selfish Logan tries to seem, she really was quite the giver.

“I’m giving you a minute to catch your breath, princess.” She smiles, once again feral and wild. She leans into your ear, a hand coming to you with the hem of the shirt you had sweated through. “I dunno what I like more…” she growls. “You smelling like that or you wearing my shit.”

You exhale heavily. It was gonna be a long day.

[buckyandgeraltsupremacy]

remus x shy!reader (part 5)

author: sj

warnings: fluff; BARELY sexual content if you really squint; reader is in hufflepuff; uses she/her pronouns; not edited

next and probably last part will be the other boys finding out !!!!! :)

masterlist

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

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remus felt like he was going to explode. if he didn't kiss you he was going to lose his mind. it all started the week after you had gone on that first date. sirius had made the comment about you snogging someone and then all of a sudden, all he could think about was your lips.

he had woken up from a very vivid dream about your lips and how soft they would be, a warm, fluttery feeling floating in his chest, heart beating wildly while your lips started moving down towards his chest. he could feel you light laugh giggling against his neck while you smiled, moving your way down. remus had woken with a start in the middle of the night, abruptly realizing that you kissing his neck wasn't real.

the next day in class, all he could think about was your lips, moving their way across his body mapping it. he also had to keep readjusting his pants at the thought of you and it only got worse when he had to look at you, eyes drawing towards your lips every time he looked at you.

not only did he struggle with this for a week, but it was also getting close to the full moon and remus was going to cry if he didn't get to kiss you and now, which led to now.

"hey rem!" you exclaimed, eyes brightening and smile getting bigger as you realized he was in the common room, curiously without the other boys. he loved the way you weren't shy around him anymore. the unguarded way that you let your smile shine when talking to him.

"hi bun." he said back, arms wrapping around you as you immediately wrapped yourself around him. you sighed into his touch. nothing compared to being wrapped in your favorite person's embrace. hugs were always welcome with you and your friends, but there's something about remus' hugs that made you all warm inside, melting all your insecurities away and replacing them with warm confidence.

"love, can we talk?" your heart immediately drops at his words, anxiety creeping up into your throat.

"yeah? whats wrong rem?" you ask, pulling away from him slightly to look up into his face.

"nothings wrong love. i just... can't do it anymore." your heart is increasing at this point, thinking he's going to tell you that he's in love with someone. of course he is, why wouldn't he be in love with someone, he's one of the best men you've ever met. or he's uncomfortable with how touchy you are with him. you immediately start panicking.

"what do you mean?" remus can see the panic swirling in your face and how your face has significantly drained of color.

"no, no, bun. i just can't stop pretending i don't have feelings for you. i'm tired of not telling you how beautiful you are, how i want to tell everyone you're mine, and how i just so desperately want to kiss you." remus rushes out, making sure that you don't think he is trying to get rid of you, if anything he just wants more of you.

you stare at his eyes, brain trying to process the information that just came into your ears. you felt your heart beating extra hard, the words you had always dreamed of hearing coming out of remus' mouth not registering in your brain.

"what?" you asked.

"i like you, bun. and if you don't feel the same, we can just move on, but if you do, please let me kiss you." you can hear yourself audibly swallow.

"but rem. i don't... i've never kissed anyone. what if i don't it right?" you whisper, cringing at how pathetic it sounds coming out. remus' eyes widen and a small smirk lifts his lips.

"bun, you couldn't be anymore perfect if you tried. kissing will come naturally to you. plus a little practice has never hurt anyone." he smirks, his eyes looking between yours and going down to your lips. you smiled at his response and tilted your face up towards his. his met yours eagerly and gently, causing your knees to weaken. his big hands came up to your face and cupped your cheeks and after a minute of savoring the moment, he pulled away and your eyes opened to see his gleaming back at you.

"you are the sweetest thing in my life, bun." all you could do was grin back, heat creeping up to your face.

[pit-and-the-pen]

Got it Bad- Nessian x Reader

I just reread Silver Flame and I… Listen. My bisexsual ass does not know who I love more.

Summary:  Smut (18+), Threesome (M x F xF), p in v sex, face sitting, oral (m/f receiving), spit, shy reader and slight dom! Nesta and Cassian, slight cum play, porn no plot. 

Pairing: Nessian x mated! reader

This is my first threesome that I’ve written 

Another one I wrote on my phone so only slightly edited. 

WC: 2.8k

It truly wasn’t fair sometimes, having not one but two insanely beautiful mates. The heat that had lingered over your whole body seemed to flaring up full force as you watched the two of them training. It was your turn to sit and watch, and watch you certainly did. Beads of sweat were rolling down Cassian's toned abs and Nesta’s face was deliciously flushed as she blocked every one of Cassian’s moves with expert skill. The noises coming from both of them were enough to make your face heat up, shifting slightly in your spot on the ground. The longest you watched them, the more your mind drifted.  How Cassian’s sweat would taste as you kissed your way down his stomach, the sweet noises you would draw out of Nesta. It was driving you wild. 

There was absolutely no reason for you to be wanting them this much. Cassian had already wrung two orgasms from you before you had even gotten out of bed this morning. 

“You okay, sweetheart, you look a little warm?” He said as he crouched down to get a better look at your face. He brings up a gentle hand to rest on your cheek and the gentle touch has you biting back a whine. Recognition flashes across his face, the small shift sending the scent of your arousal straight to him. “Does seeing us train turn you on, sweet girl?” He teases and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not jump him right there at the tone in his voice. That sweet voice with a slight bite in it turns your knees to jelly every single time. You find it in yourself to nod and he turns his head back to Nesta. She raised an eyebrow at him and he leaned back in to whisper into your ear. “Why don’t you show our mate how much you like it?” You blushed and caught Nesta’s eyes before sending all of the need down the bond. You're rewarded with her intake of breath and that pretty pink creeping up her high cheekbones.  She stalks over to Cassian and I and offers me a hand. Nearly stumble over myself trying to grab it, the action causing Nesta to give a small laugh. Your blush intensifies as Nesta hauls me to my feet. Your mouth dries out when you notice how close her face is to yours. When you try to angle your head to join your lips, she wraps a hand into your hair, holding you still. She runs her nose over your jaw line and down your neck. The touch pulling a pitiful whine from your lips. 

“She does feel a little warm Cas.” She pulls away from you, leaving you cold as a shiver runs down your spine. “Maybe we should bring her inside.” Your stomach flips at the suggestive tone of her voice and Cassian’s wings flare out slightly as he catches onto her meaning. He’s practically pulling you back to the house, Nesta and you laughing together at his urgency. 

Nesta’s lips are on yours the second the door is closed, my back pressed against the hall. You suck down her strawberry and mint taste until you're panting against her. Your hands wind into her braid and she nips at my bottom lip, asking for permission. You don’t hesitate to let her tongue lick into my mouth, moaning at the contact and she bites your lips again for good measure. When she goes to pull away, you use your grip in her hair to pull her face back to yours. Cassian clears his throat from the other side of the room, “Nes' ' was all he said and Nesta was unwinding your hands from her hair and walking over to him, leaving you breathless against the door. He pulled her onto his lap and brought his lips to hers. The kiss heated up and you saw Cassian's grip move down to her hip and started rocking Nesta against his thigh. You moaned almost at the same time she did and the pair broke apart. Nesta gave you a wicked smile and hopped off Cassian's lap only to start pulling off her training clothes. Inch by inch her gorgeous skin was revealed to you and all you could do was remain stuck to that stupid door, legs refusing to move. 

“Come here bunny.” Cassian cooed at you and it was like he put you under a spell, feet finally moving you in the direction you wanted. Nesta came up behind you and you stood in front of Cassian and teased at the hem of your shirt, asking permission to take it off. You nodded, whimpering out a small “please”. 

“Arms up” she said and you obliged, the material feeling too rough as it trailed up your heated skin. Cassian’a eyes darkened as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra and your breasts were on full display. Nesta made a soft ticking noise before her hands were wrapping around your front, hands going to teasingly play with your hardened nipples. It was only her contact at your back that stopped you from melting to the floor. Her mouth trailing open kisses along your shoulder and deft fingers tweaking your nipples. Your head leaned back onto her shoulder as you cried out. You could vaguely hear Cassian shuffling out of his own clothes, the various buckles of his leathers clanking as he threw them somewhere in the room. He gently pulled you out of Nestas hold, the female behind you making a displeased noise. 

Cassian laid you on your back and started to pull your pants along with your panties off in one swift motion. You gasped softly as the cold air of the room hit your soaked core. Cassian and Nesta smirked at each other when they saw the slight shine of your arousal on your thighs. “We barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” Nesta teased but the words were lost because at the same time Cassian had swiped a large finger up your folds. He pulled away, fingers glistening and you felt your face heat up. He brought his fingers up to your mouth and you gladly took them between your lips. The make above you groaning as you swirl your tongue along the digits. You sucked hard and he pulled his fingers out with a popping sound, a long string of spit coming off his fingers. Nesta pulls Cassian in for another kiss, you can’t look away from the heated moment and Cassian goes to wrap his arm around Nesta before she pulls away. She climbs into you hips, thighs straddling yours and squeezes your cheeks. You instantly open your mouth and she spits on your tongue. You can taste her and Cassian, mixed with the linger taste of your own arousal and your core clenches. She closes your mouth gently and watches with a primal look in her eyes as you swallow, sticking your tongue out to show her. She pats your cheek gently, “good girl.” She praises and you smile dumbly at her. 

The groan you hear from besides you has your eyes moving over to Cassian. His hand wrapped around his hardened length. 

You tap Nestas legs and she climbs off of you. Sliding off the bed, you take the few steps it takes to stand in front of Cassian. He leans back onto his arms, stopping the motion of his hand, as you sink to your knees. His hands are sweeping your hair off your shoulder before he’s even in your mouth. Giving a light pull so your chin is tilted up. You’re eye level with his throbbing cock and you let out a whine at not being able to have him in your mouth. “Want it that bad?” Cassian growls out, you nod as best as you can with his grip on your hair. He lets out a heavy breath and flexes his hips, letting you know you can get started. And that you do. 

You instantly take him half way down your throat, the sudden contact making him yelp which turns into a throaty moan. What you can’t take in your mouth, your hands are stroking. Following behind your mouth as you take him deeper each time. Head bobbing up and down at the fast pace he likes. “Look at my sweet little Bunny, you look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He says between grunts. You hum at the praise and are rewarded with the buck of his hips. Hands still in your hair, he uses it to pull you off of him, the question in his eyes. All you do is take him in your mouth again, letting him rest on your tongue. That’s all it takes for him to start thrusting into your mouth. Harsh thrust that pulls pretty gags from your throat. Your nose touches those toned abs and he holds you there just long enough for tears to prick in the corners of your eyes before he pulls you all the way off. You’re panting and going to lean back to him but he stops you. “I think we’ve left out our other mate. Why don’t you go make it up to her?” 

You look over to Nesta and are met with the sight of her rubbing slow circles on her clit. Her eyes lock on yours and that’s all it takes for you to raise off your knees and join her again on the bed. Crawling over to her, you lightly swat away her hand and replace it with your own. Copying her slow pace. She squirms under your touch and moans softly. You speed up your movements. “Need… need more” she moaned. You’re rewarded with her pretty scream as you sink two fingers into her, fingers already brushing that sweet spot inside of her. You’re so distracted by her pretty noises that you don’t realize Cassian coming up behind you. It takes every bit of concentration not to stop your fingers as Cassian lifts you up and crawls under you, placing your dripping core over his face. You give Nesta a particularly hard thrust as Cassian licks a long stripe up your cunt. Arching into his face, he wraps his hands around your thighs and licks lazily up and down. 

Nesta’s and your moans fill the room as you slip another finger inside of her, moving faster still. Her hips buck to meet your hand and you know she’s close. Smirking to yourself at her blissed out face. You pull your fingers out and resume the tight circles on her clit. She hisses slightly at the sudden change, eyes fluttering open. Her mouth hangs open as she moans a garbled version of your name. Small shakes rack through her as she grips onto your wrist. Her orgasm barreling through her and your hands don’t stop as you work her through it. She falls back against the mattress with a content smile on her face. 

Cassian really starts on you once he realizes Nestas finished. He pulls you even tighter against his face and thrusts his tongue inside of you. Your back arches and your hands shoot out into the sheets to steady yourself. Nesta still laid back on the mattress, eyes now watching you ride Cassian's face. Your moans raise in pitch and she pulls herself off the mattress. Kneeling in front of you, she pulls you in for a searing kiss. Capturing every moan Cassian pulls from you, she greedily swallows them down. Her hands land on your breasts again and start to kneed at the soft flesh. Cassian scrapes his teeth lightly over your clit and that’s all it takes for your own orgasm to rip through you. Hips bucking against his face as Nesta sinks her teeth into your lip, muffling the scream that tears out of your throat. You sag against her and Cassian slips out from under you. Once your breathing has settled slightly, you look back at Cassian. His face and chin coated with your release. “Nes, you go first.” You offer and she’s smirking as she crawls over to Cassian. 

A rough hand on his shoulder pushes him to his back and she’s already sinking down onto him. He roars once she’s fully seated against him and when he goes to grab her hips, she playfully swats his hands away. Instead she places her hands on his chest and uses the leverage to grind against him. His hands knot into the sheets and you can only watch the place where they’re connected. Cassian's thick length slipping into and out of her, that creamy ring at the base from Nesta’s previous release. It’s enough to make you moan. The sound only makes Nesta’s hips speed up. She finally lets him grip her hips and he starts to meet her thrusts. High pitched whines leave Nesta’s mouth as a string of curses falls from Cassian’s. You can’t stop the hand that trails down your stomach, skin itching with need. You don’t even bother to pause as you thrust a finger into yourself. Biting your lip to stop the loud cry the action pulls from your mouth. 

The pair looking over at you, eyes hazy with lust. Nesta gives Cassian a few more long strokes, slowly raising and lowering herself before she pulls off of him. “We can’t leave our needy girl out of this,” She winks at you, “As much as she does love watching me fuck you silly.” You whimper at her words. Both of them turn their attention back to you. Cassian pulls your hand away from your aching hole, ignoring your whine. He’s pushing you down to your back and Nesta is already climbing up to your head. Your hands find her thighs and help her get situated as she lowers herself onto your waiting tongue. You groan at the taste of her. Your hand gliding up to her clit as you fuck her with your tongue. 

Cassian’s fingers slip into you and the moan you release into Nesta has her cursing above you. Grinding harder onto your face. Once Cassian has stretched you out enough, he withdrawals his fingers and you feel his thighs brush against yours. You part your legs wider, silently begging him to fill you. He pushes in achingly slow, inch by inch to let you adjust. His hands wrap under your knees to push them up to your chest. 

You can do nothing but cry out as Cassian starts to plow into you. Hips digging deliciously into your thighs and you feel tears start to roll down your face. Mind already numb to anything but your mates over you. Blood is drumming against your ears, you would be surprised if the others couldn’t hear your frantic heartbeat as the three of you work to get each other off. Nesta finishes first but you pull her back down, holding her hips to your face, your tongue not stopping. She twitches against you, head thrown back in a silent moan. Her hands twist themselves into your hair and the painful sting on your scalp as she pulls only spurs you on. She moans out, “Please, don’t stop.” So you don’t. 

Cassian’s harsh thrusts are sending you over the edge before you can even process it. His own cries are muffled by Nesta’s thighs. His thrusts get deeper, pulling out less and less until he’s bucking his hips against yours. Grinding deep into you. Nesta and you come for a second time together. When she rides out her bliss, she’s tapping on your shoulder, signaling you to let her up. You can finally hear Cassian’s moans. He’s loud enough to shake the paintings on the walls. Grunting and panting, followed by strings of curses. “Such a perfect little cunt. You take me so well, take both your mates so well…Fuck. I love you. Both of you.” His hips stutter a little and you can tell he’s close. You see Nesta’s hands go to stroke that tender spot on his wings and that’s all it takes for him to fill you up. He pulls out, his seed leaking onto your thigh. You have to push Nesta away from your leaking hole as she swipes her tongue through your folds. Too worn out to have her mouth on you. 

The three of you lay panting on the bed. Limbs tangled around each other as you all bask in your post-orgasmic bliss. Cassian eventually pulls away from the bed to run a bath for all of you. Your tub almost has its own room to be able to fit all three of you, including Cassian’s wings. Both you and Nesta are wrapped in a tender kiss and Cassian joins you back on the bed, he tucks both of you onto his chest. The three of you drift off to sleep wrapped in each other. Bath completely forgotten.

[hypnoneghoul]

okay i know this is not a pairing you write/draw normally

but like… pretty mountain in… idk… rain‘s pretty clothes? hed look so pretty right? those long legs in tight pants or even short skirts… mountain is circling my brain since yesterday. some eyeshadow and eyeliner to make his eyes pop… yknow?

ohhh I for sure love me some good mountrain from time to time. also tagging @forlorn-crows cause i know u love them always heheh

760 words, feminization but not forced, babygirl mountain and sir rain, blow job but fade to black?

He couldn’t stop staring. Never could, Mountain too captivating of a sight, the heat in Rain’s gut made only hotter by the fact that clothes hugging the earth ghoul’s body were his. Mountain knew exactly what he was doing, having a specific goal in mind. Each and every one of his packmates had their own way of taking someone out of their head and this time he craved Rain’s personal brand. And after all these years together, he knew exactly what buttons to push.

Mountain had taken a long shower, shaving nearly his whole body, covering himself in a floral scented lotion, making his skin soft and shimmering. He’d used a dark eyeliner on the lashlines of his eyes, adding a bit of black but sparkly eyeshadow to blend it out, and topping it with a mascara. The one he’d known would leave pretty streaks on his cheeks when he’d start crying. He’d finished the look with a deep red lipstick, one that smudges. 

Like that—body wrapped in a fluffy robe, hiding the lingerie he’d also put on—he’d slinked into Rain’s bedroom, diving into his closet for one specific dress. Once he got it and put it on, Mountain laid himself out on the water ghoul’s bed, knowing that he should walk into it just–

“Mounty? What– Oh,” Rain stumbled over his words, taking in the image of the ghoul all dolled up and waiting for him. He cleared his throat, getting over the initial surprise, and went right to it. “I see my good girl has decided to pay me a visit, hm?”

Mountain didn’t speak, only blushing at Rain’s words even though he had expected them. Wanted them. 

“Yeah, she has,” the water ghoul smirked, stalking closer. “What do you need from me today, sweet girl?”

“Wanna– I wanna suck your cock,” the earth ghoul mumbled, shy all of a sudden. His eyes flashed, as if remembering something. “S– sir.”

“Good girl,” Rain praised and crawled over him on the bed, trapping Mountain’s much bigger form under him. It was truly amazing how Rain could make him feel so small and delicate. The water ghoul leaned down to drag his nose up Mountain’s neck, inhaling deeply his sweet scent.

“You’ll get it, baby,” he whispered into his ear before pulling away. “All dolled up and pretty for me. I bet you’re hiding something real nice under that dress of mine, too, yeah?”

Mountain nodded, swallowing thickly. He looked up at Rain through his lashes, accentuated by the mascara, and the water ghoul felt his rapidly chubbing up cock kick. He placed a hand just over the other’s knee and started slowly dragging it upwards, smirking at him shivering.

Soon enough he found delicate lace stretching over Mountain’s cock, damp already. “There it is. I’ll play with it later, but first…”

Rain straightened up, smiling at the earth ghoul’s blissed out expression, his pretty face, eyes as big as ever with the makeup, and his lips, all red and full. Rain opened his pants, just enough to pull out his dick, sighing as he loosely wrapped his hand around it. As soon as Mountain saw it, he started salivating, needing the water ghoul to shove his perfect cock into his mouth and down his throat.

Yet all Rain did was stroke himself slowly, up and down, twisting his hand at the head and letting out a soft sigh fall from his lips.

Mountain was hungry. “Sir, please.”

“Don’t you worry, babygirl. Just getting it all nice and hard for you.” With that he scooted forward, coming to straddle the earth ghoul’s chest instead of his legs. Mountain went cross eyed, not being able to look away from the cock just in front of his face, yet so far.

Rain cupped his cheek, thumb gently running over his cheekbone and Mountain barely managed to not lean into the touch with a purr. Instead, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth as both an invitation and a plea.

The water ghoul obliged, closing that last tiny bit of distance and laying the head of his cock on Mountain’s pink tongue. He moaned immediately when the taste of Rain’s pre hit him, eyes squeezing shut as he struggled against his need to swallow the whole shaft down right away.

“There we go, my good girl, so patient,” Rain cooed over him, running his fingers through the shiny auburn strands. “You’ve earned it, you can choke on it if you so wish.”

And, oh, did Mountain wish. 

[atlasscrumpit]

Yandere Miguel

Ever since he met the reader. he became obsessed with her. Especially to her scent. (Although the reader doesn't understand why all the Spiderman girls love and have crush him so much). One day he takes too much of the serum without noticing and he goes feral. He tries to kill everyone but when he grabs the reader's face (with his claws full of blood from the injuries he did to others) he smells her scent he calms down but his obsession with her grows and kidnaps her to his house and starts treating her nicely (in an animalistic way).

Animal Animal

(I used the request as like a brief outline so it’s not exact)

He couldn’t quite understand why he liked you so much, it wasn’t just the fact that you were a kind girl, but there was something primal inside of him that screamed ‘claim’ every time he saw you. 

Miguel had to control every part of himself whenever he saw you or god forbid your floral scent hit his nose and he had to excuse himself just so he could calm down. 

He shook himself of those thoughts before he grabbed the vile filled with serum, he injected it like usual as his mind thought you about you. 

“Miguel!” Lyla yelled as he looked at her. 

“What?” He muttered angrily before he looked down to see he had injected the entire bottle instead of just half. 

“Well, that’s not good.” He muttered before he fell to his knees and groaned in pain. 

Lyla screamed out to whoever was available, locking the society down. 

Jess ran in as quickly as she could as Miguel turned around and growled lowly. 

Suddenly Miguel was up, running at her like a wild animal, he threw her to the side, his claws cutting her arm. 

His mind only had one thing on it, just wanting you, your scent, your face, your everything. 

He ran through the society, shoving anyone out of the way that tried to stop him, his claws cutting everyone’s skin as he ran. 

His eyes narrowed in when he saw you, he froze and his pupil became wide as you stood there like a deer in the headlights. 

“Miguel, it’s okay. I know everything seems scary right now, but it’ll be okay.” You said putting your hands up in surrender before he slowly stalked towards you. 

He was right in front of you as he gripped your face, his claws slowly drawing blood. 

He leant into you neck, breathing in your scent as his eyes practically rolled back in his head. 

“Miguel?” You whispered in fear before he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. 

You squealed as he ran back to his office, blocking everyone else off from him and you. 

He placed you down onto the floor, his body slowly climbing over you as he stared down at you and panted. 

He groaned in pain as you slowly reached up and rested your hand on his cheek. 

“Miguel, it’s okay. You have to fight whatever is happening, okay?” You said as he stared into your eyes and panted. 

“I need you.” He whispered as you nodded. 

“I’m right here.” You replied before he flinched in pain, you glanced behind to Jess had injected him with another serum. 

He rolled onto his back and panted as his mind began to defog. You knelt beside him and waited for him to calm down. 

“Did I kill anyone?” He whispered in horror as you shook your head. 

“No, other than a few scratches everyone is fine. Are you okay? What happened?” You asked, his eyes glued to your face. 

“I injected too much of the serum by accident.” He replied as you nodded. 

“Leave us alone… Please.” Miguel muttered as Lyla and Jess stared at each other before leaving. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked as he slowly sat up straight and groaned a little. 

“I can’t focus when I’m around you… Great leader I am. I’m a grown man and I have a crush that is effecting my work.” He grumbled as you chuckled a little before he glared at you. 

“Sorry… I just thought it was cute, big scary Miguel has a crush on me.” You teased as he narrowed his eyes. 

“Okay, I am sorry about that one. But, I won’t lie about how I feel. I like you, a lot. I just never told you because you’re the boss…” You muttered as he stared back at you in shock.

“It really took me trying to kill everyone for me to find out you like me back.” He said as you laughed a little. 

“Well, it’s just a suggestion but…why don’t we go out for dinner together? And maybe don’t overdose on serum.” You said as he cracked a smile and chuckled softly. 

“Deal.”

[mystar-girl57]

𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐦

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

Summary: widowed!jake sully x fem!reader

Warnings: reader has Thalassophobia (phobia of oceans/deep and large bodies of water), argument, reader nearly panicking, sad Tuk

Comments: I’m gonna say right now I’ve done so much research and I cannot find what the Metkayina sleep on 😭. I dont know if its hammocks or cots or whatever but someone please tell me if they know. Also if you can listen to the song Meadow Lands by A.J. Meadow towards the end of the chapter it really helped inspire the ending/setting

Today was your first official day in Awa'atlu, which meant today would be your first day learning the ways of the water with the Metkayina. The roar of the ocean filled your ears as you made your way outside of your marui pod. The kids were already gone having left with Tsireya and her older brother Aonung after breakfast and Jake left not much long after with Tonowari leaving you alone. At first you were confused, how come you had not gone with either group? Surely you too needed to learn their ways so that you would not be useless like Tonowari said. But the more you thought of it your selfish side assured you that this would be fine, you staying back.

But that moment was unfortunately short lived, your ears perked up to the sound of your name being called. You did not need to turn around to know who it was. Ronal. When you finally shifted to look at her she stood there with her usual reserved and powerful demeanor. She was the true definition of a power leader in your eyes. Someone that you knew you could only dream to be half of.

“Come,” she ordered, “it is time for us to begin.”

Just as you expected the woman made a beeline to the beach and continued to walk to the water. You however hung back, watching as the waves forced themself up on shore and slapped down onto the sand before fizzling out and drawing back into the water to recharge for the next wave. You wanted to go to the water, you truly did to show Ronal you were not the weak omatikayan she thought you to be but the more you thought about the ocean and what could happen to you should you enter the firmer you planted your four toes in the sand.

“Are you coming?” The tsahìk asked, raising a brow. When you did not move she let out an impatient huff. “If you are to learn our ways you must get in the water.”

Ronal walked away from the water, her large tail lashing slightly behind her as she got behind you. At first you did not understand what she was about to do but when Ronal put her hands on your back and gave you a shove to the water you caught on. “No- No.” you muttered and tried to brace your feet in the sand to push against her but she was strong. Stronger than any omatikayan woman or man that you had come across and you had a feeling that she was not even using her full strength to push your lithe body closer to the water.

With each push the tsahìk gave the more panicked you felt. Just as the water splashed against your toes you moved out of her way causing Ronal to stumble in surprise. You were panting, your ears pinned back. Your tail lashed nervously behind you as you shook steps back from the water and from the woman.

“I am- I am sorry but I cannot. I- I cannot go in the water.” You were fumbling for your words as you tried to block out the sounds of the waves breaking beside you. This is the closest you had come to the water and it petrified you. “I am truly sorry.”

Ronal was quiet as she stood up to her full height and brushed the sand off of her body. She looked at you with the same firm eyes as she had done the day before when you arrived, but this time she was not judging what was on the outside, she was studying what was on the inside.

“Ewya warned me about you.” She spoke after a while, coming closer. “She told me all the secrets that you keep,” Ronal placed a hand on your chest by your heart once she was close enough, “the storm that is swirling inside you. You have made her angry.”

Your ears twitched at her words, she was just like Mo’at telling you that Ewya was somehow upset with you. Did you ever make your deity happy?

“You are afraid.” Ronal continued moving her hand away from you. “You look at the water and only see danger, death, evil. You do not see it for its good, its nurturing.” You could not help but scoff. You had not grown up to by the water as Ronal had, you were not desensitized to it like she was.

“How do you expect to live here, become one of the Metkayina if you cannot swim? If you cannot learn to value the ocean?” Ronal continued to question.

That last question was what got you. You never wanted to be here, this was not your home! You belonged in the forest, hidden in the dark brush, kept cool by the shade the various plants provided. You were meant to race along the forest floor ‘till your heart's content. You were never meant to swim in the ocean, diving for shells and fish. You were only here because of a mate that you never wanted, you could have stayed back at High Camp and gone back to what was once your life of freedom. But those kids. Those four wonderous Sully children were the reason why you did not resist coming. You loved them and Neytiri too much to leave them helpless and alone in a world they were not familiar with. But of course you could not say any of this Ronal. She would have realized that you and Jake were not a true pair and who knows what would have happened then.

You felt an unpleasant feeling bubbling up in your stomach the longer you looked at Ronal. It felt alien compared to the usual calmness that floated through you. This feeling felt like someone had lit a raging fire in you and all the ugliness and admange that the uncontrolled fire caused threatened to come out. So instead of speaking you simply glared at Ronal.

This glaring contest between the two of you went on for several long seconds before you muttered a na’vi curse and turned away walking away from the beach and Ronal.

That night as you sat in tha Marui pod with the Sully’s the kids were excitedly chattering about their day with Olo'eyktan’s children, all they had learned about the water and the creatures that inhabit it.

“And they ride these little water animals called Ilus!” Tuk explained to you with twinkling eyes. “Tsireya showed us how to connect with them and ride them through the water! It was so easy! Though Lo’ak fell off instantly.” At her words Kiri and Neteyam burst out laughing, jabbing at their little brother while Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “The current was strong.” Lo’ak defended hotly, his cheeks coloring in embarrassment. “Oh and he and Tsireya got along really well.” Kiri smirked and her brother’s face grew even darker with embarrassment as he went to swing at her but his sister dodged. “Oh hush up Skxawng!” He hissed.

You chuckled “Okay, okay, settle.” And the kids were still giggling at Lo’ak. “So I hear that Dad tried to ride one of the Tsuraks.” Kiri spoke, trying to drum up another conversation. You glanced at Jake sitting across from you and by the look of his face it did not go well. “And that he wiped out like Lo’ak.” More laughter filled the marui pod and this time you could not help but join in. “Like father like son Aye baby brother?” Neteyam teased.

Jake rolled his eyes and looked to you before clearing your throat and saying your name causing you to look up. “And word from Tonorwari is that you did not even want to get in the water.” There was no laughter that followed his words as the attention was directed on you. You took a sip of your water and cleared your throat. “Well I had other things to tend to.” You lied with a hard stare to Jake, your eyes telling him to drop it.

“Why did you not get in the water Mama?” Tuk asked innocently not reading how uncomfortable you were with everyone’s eyes on you. Thankfully Kiri caught on and nudged Neteyam who got the message and instantly stood up. “I am so sorry but we need to go, Tsireya and the others wanted to show us something at the beach come eclipse.” Neteyam hastily said pulling up Lo’ak who looked beyond confused.

“We’ll be back soon!” Kiri called, leading the way out the door with a protesting Tuk in her arms.

When the kids were out it was back to silence. It was just you and Jake sitting on opposite sides of the fire, the light dancing across your faces casting long shadows behind you on the marui’s woven walls. You felt the feeling bloom in your stomach once more and your ears went down.

“Why are you like this?” You asked, setting your food down in front of you.

“Why am I like what?” Jake parroted, his tone shifting to annoyance.

“You know exactly what I am talking about!” You spat, “Always out to make sure that I trip and fall and make a fool of myself in front of others! The children did not need to know that I did not go in the water! They know that something is wrong! Look at the way that they rushed out!” It was early in the argument for you to raise your voice but with Ronal and him now Tonorwari getting into your business you had had about enough of it.

“The kids are going to see their friends, they told us.” Jake replied and your eye twitched.

“You know you really are a Skxawng.” You growled. This was your first time ever name calling someone out of pure anger and usually hated it but right now you felt nothing but satisfaction to let your feelings out a the thunder began to rumble outside.

“Watch it.” Jake warned with a growl but you kept on standing up to your full height.

“No. We are supposed to be mated” You make air quotes around the word, “and we have not even done with which I am completely fine with. I would not dare give myself up for someone who does not want me but you could at least be decent and treat me with some respect.”

“Treat you with some respect?,” Jake repeated with disbelief as he stood up. “What more respect do you want! I hunt for you I protect you! I let you be here with our kids! I-” he was at a loss for words as he put his hand to his hair. “You don’t love me and I don’t love you so what is the problem here?” He demanded

You were doing all you could to keep that bubbling in your stomach from crawling up your throat as the thunder got more fierce outside followed by rain but the change in weather went unnoticed by the two of you. “In case you have forgotten, your kids do not know that we never mated! They believe that we went through with it that we are mated by Ewya when all that we have genuinely shared between each other was whatever that hand grabbing thing that you did fifteen years ago!”

Jake ran a hand down his face, “First It is called a handshake and second I didn’t know that the na’vi saw it as a sign of aggression but I still taught you how to do it!”

You could tell just walking in the room how tense it was, that you were both holding back what you truly wanted to say. “Look, let us agree on something.” Your voice was now dangerously calm as you tried to not lose it. “We only tolerate each other because we both love your kids and that is it. You have no right to be poking into my personal life that is reserved for my mate.”

Jake’s ears simply twitched as the rain came crashing down in the sky and the kids came running back in and soaked but neither of you batted an eye. Your tails flicked and both kept staring at each other with angry eyes.

“Mom? Dad?” Kiri’s concerned voice cut through which instantly ended your angry staring contest. You both turned your heads to the soaked children and you frowned. “You did not go in the water this late did you?” You asked going to get a thick and fuzzy blanket (Jake called it a towel) to wrap around Kiri and Tuk then two for Neteyam and Lo’ak as they shivered. Tuk sneezed as her body shook from the cold.

“It is raining outside,” Kiri explained as you took Tuk from her and cradled her against you trying to warm her up. “It came out of nowhere, it felt angry, not cleansing, not like how storms usually feel.”

You felt a rush of guilt. These poor kids had left the pod to get away from the yelling match that you and Jake were having, leaving them out in the cold rain. Lo’ak who seemed to be shivering as bad as Tuk was beside you and you pulled him close.

Your ears were down, the fire in you extinguished. You had no idea what was going on with you lately. You were usually so calm, able to take any insult or hurtful action with ease without reacting. But since you had come out here you felt an anger inside you. Pent up aggression, you wanted to scream. Scream at Jake, at Mo’at, yell at Ronal and maybe cuss at Ewya. This feeling scared you and you held the two a little tighter to stop your own shaking.

It was not much later that the kids were put to bed. You walked over to where Tuk and Kiri lay and you pulled the blankets up and pressed the sides closer to their bodies, making sure they were tucked in. It was still raining outside but the thunder had stopped and the rain had receded to a drizzle.

Tuk’s eyes cracked open feeling the blankets move and when she saw it was you she yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Mama?” She whispered letting you know she was awake.

“Sorry yawnetu,” you whispered, sitting down beside the pallet. “I did not mean to wake you.” But Tuk shook her head at your apology. “It’s fine mama.” You nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Thank you darling, now get some sleep.”

You went to stand back up but Tuk grabbed your wrist making you turn with a frown. “Is everything okay?” You asked wondering if she was in some sort of pain as the youngest sully looked up at you with those big yellow eyes. “Is everything okay between you and Dad?”

You felt your heart squeeze at her words and you tried to think of something believable to soothe her fears though you hated lying to her. “Everything is fine Tuk,” you whispered sitting back down, “sometimes Mommies and Daddies get stressed and they do not know how to deal with that stress and they say things that they do not mean.” You tried to explain but Tuk was not satisfied. “But what about you with the water? Why did you not go in?”

Great. Another question you did not know how to answer. You knew that each question that Tuk asked was an innocent one, she did not know what emotions hid behind each word.

You sighed and rubbed her forehead and braids gently. “Sometimes I get scared,” you admitted. “everyone does, even adults and this was just one of those times.”

“Do you think you will ever get in?” Tuk continued to press on.

You shrugged your shoulders, “We will just have to see.” Before the little Sully had another chance to ask a question you tucked her back in and kissed her forehead. “Now get some sleep,” you whispered.

When you made sure she had laid down and her eyes were closed you went to check on the boys before looking over at jake who was laying on one side of the pallet that the two of you were meant to share. You could not find it in you to walk over and lay down beside him so instead you made your way outside of the marui pod.

The rain had come to an end when you stepped out, Polyphemus and its moons could now be seen in the sky, hanging among the stars. The bridge dipped and bounced as you walked along, taking your time soaking up the peace. Every so often you could catch soft snores coming from a marui pod where a family lay.

Kept on the path all the way down to a dead. The village was so much more peaceful at night, all the plants and animals glowing as their bioluminescent lights came to life when the eclipse came. The water looked less inviting however. It had gone from a transparent emerald to a murky black. No glowing animals insight.

Getting ready to turn back around and head to your marui there was a splash in the water causing you to whip your head around on high alert. But what made the sound was anything but dangerous. It was a smiling image ilu. Of course the only way that you knew this was from Tuk telling you what they looked like,with their long dark bodies and colorful splotches. This one matched her description to a T, even down to the two sets of orange eyes that it had.

It made a clicking sound followed by some high pitched whines, it was trying to talk to you urging you to come over. You looked at it hesitantly, your ears going down, what if it pulled you in and dragged you under? But the longer it looked at you with its four kind eyes you felt at ease and almost curious about it. Taking a small step forward and it gave a click, sounding like it was happy and its smile seemed to widen. It followed you with its eyes until you were at the edge and sat down.

It clicked and dove down into the water and back up. The bubbles it made glowed a bright blue and little pink and orange fish started to appear. Your eyes widened in wonder as everything began to light up. The ilu came back up clicking at you and nodded to the now lit up water.

You stiffened realizing it wanted you to go in and you backed up some. The ilu tilted its head confused and gently did the water up at you, the droplets splashing on you causing you to retract even further. Then it understood. It nodded some and put its head up beside you as a way of apologizing. It gave a quier click and whine, its big eyes connecting with yours.

You sighed looking down at your hands, “I am sorry,” you whispered, your vision becoming blurred with tears. “I am too much of a coward.” You hung your head in shame, the tears spilling over and dropping down onto your lap. You wished you could just get over what happened all those years ago, then it would be easier but you just could not bring yourself to get in.

Standing back up, Ilu clicked and you glanced back at it. “I am sorry friend.” Was all you could say before hurring away, leaving the ilu and the glowing fish at the end of the bridge.

© 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫-𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝟓𝟕 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

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[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound 6 - 32

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

AO3

Masterlist

Contents: past hallucinations, PTSD, past abuse of a minor, attempted confrontation with abuser, abuser co-opting language of activism, gendered slurs, fucky headspace about abuse, thoughts about self harm, flashbacks, harm reduction

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Isaac only realized he had been tensing every muscle in his body when Gavin started to fall asleep. It happened slowly at first, Gavin’s head relaxing into the pillow, then the pained lines in his forehead disappearing bit by bit. Gavin’s breath slowed, and his hand released its death grip on Isaac’s shirt. Gavin’s leg twitched, as it sometimes did as he was drifting off, but Gavin didn’t wake. Then, and only then, did Isaac take a full breath and release the tension that had been surging through him since Gavin had looked at him with suspicious, terrified eyes and refused to take the medication that would bring him relief.

It was only through sheer will that Isaac had not collapsed to his knees right then. Isaac had withstood so much within these past weeks, and could have withstood more; the ever-present fear of Gavin’s death had hung over him like a sword both waking and asleep. Isaac had nearly watched Gavin die. He had thought he had watched that very thing.

And yet, nothing could have prepared him for the moment Gavin looked at him in distrust, in fear, and thought Schiester was the man standing before him.

Isaac crushed the thought before it could fully bloom. I have him back, he thought fiercely. It’s enough. It’s more than enough. It’s more than I thought I would ever have again. If this is… If this is the price…

He shuddered and wiped his eyes. Even having Gavin look at him with that much distrust, it was worth it. Of course it was. He leaned forward, brushing his lips to Gavin’s forehead as gently as he could manage. Gavin drew in a shuddering breath, but stayed asleep. Isaac’s chest ached as he gazed at him, his eyes lingering on the darkened, puckered scars that stretched over Gavin’s nose, cheek, and eye. If Gavin was awake, Isaac would kiss them. For now, Isaac just wanted Gavin to sleep.

An icy finger of dread brushed down Isaac’s back. He turned his head towards the front door, listening for a sound his body had known to listen for before his mind even registered there had been a noise. Even through the closed bedroom door, he could hear the front door open. He was up and out of the bed before he had time to draw breath.

“Don’t fucking shoot, Isaac, it’s me,” came Vera’s voice.

Isaac’s fingers ached. His hand was already in a fist at his waistband, closed over a gun that wasn’t there. He panted heavily and rushed out of the bedroom, terror and rage ebbing away, replaced with sharp annoyance.

“Shh.” He closed the bedroom door behind him and glanced at Vera – and Gray, who stood behind her, face like a stormcloud. “Gavin’s sleeping. He has a bad—” The rest of his thought evaporated when his eyes returned to Vera – her eyes were wild, a muscle standing out in her jaw like she was trying to crack a molar. “Wh-what?” he breathed.

Vera snorted. “We should probably talk,” she bit out, voice thin with sarcasm.

Isaac’s stomach dropped. “Oh… fuck, what—”

“Vera met Rosa,” Gray said darkly.

Fear punched through Isaac’s chest. In the same breath, hope threatened. “Is… Oh. Is she… alive?”

Vera barked out a mirthless laugh, then covered her mouth with a hand and threw an apologetic look at the closed bedroom door. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Ah… yeah. She’s… she’s alive. Because someone—” She roughly elbowed Gray in the ribs. “—wouldn’t let me murder her in front of this town’s mayor.”

“Kali isn’t the mayor,” Gray said, their tone only a little imperious. “But forgive me for not allowing you to burn one of the few bridges we have up here.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Vera said. A slight smile undercut the harsh words. “But yeah, uh… we should probably… talk about that.”

“Talk about what?” Isaac said. His hands were starting to shake. “What is there to talk about? She did what she did, and I… did what I did, and—”

Gray stepped forward. “Isaac, that’s not—”

“—now we just have to… deal with her. That’s just how it is.” He pulled a shaking hand through his hair, forced himself to breathe – then breathe again, and slower. “If we’re going to… coexist—”

“They’re dead because of you. You know that? We went out to fight and you were supposed to be there, to protect us, and you weren’t. You preferred to not take the shot. You preferred to run like the useless piece of shit you are.”

He shuddered. “We h-have to—”

“But we don’t, Isaac,” Gray said carefully.

“Vera said we’re not allowed to kill her,” Isaac said, doing his best to loosen his hands from the fists they were in.

Vera rolled her eyes. “You know where I stand on this issue,” she sighed. “But yeah, like Gray said, we don’t actually have to deal with her. At least not all that much. Because she doesn’t actually live here.”

Isaac stared at her for a long moment. Then, slowly, he said, “What do you mean, she doesn’t actually live here?”

Vera massaged her temple and gestured for Gray to speak. Gray wet their lips and said, “We just finished speaking to Kali. And… meeting Rosa, unfortunately. Kali said she doesn’t live here, she just gets mail here and passes through every now and then. And that… well, Kali said she would like to mediate a conversation between you and Rosa.”

“When?” Isaac choked out.

Gray spread their hands. “I… don’t know. She didn’t say. Rosa left in a huff before we could work anything out.” They gave a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t think it’s a bad idea, Isaac. At least you would have a chance to air your grievances. But either way, Kali wanted to do it because she thinks it would help. And because… well, because essentially we aren’t allowed to keep trying to kill her every time we see her.”

Isaac surged forward and staggered out the front door. Vera and Gray stumbled to follow.

“Wait… where are you going?” Vera said.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Isaac whimpered. “I can’t… keep wondering when she’s going to turn up again, expecting her around every corner. If Kali wants to do this fucking talk, and this is what it’ll take in order for us to live here, then fine, but…” He muffled a sob into his hand and dashed tears from his eyes. “I’m not fucking waiting. I’m doing this now. I…” He stumbled, then stopped. His heart pounded against his lungs as he sucked in breath after too-small breath. “Wh-where is she?” he rasped.

“Rosa?” Gray said cautiously. “I don’t—”

“No, Kali,” Isaac said. “If she wants to have a talk, I’m going to talk to her now.”

“I don’t know, Isaac,” Gray said. “When we saw her she was in the post office, but—”

Isaac whirled and began to jog down the lane into town.

Gray and Vera hurried to follow. “She might not still be there, Isaac!” Gray said, already breathing hard. “She, I told you she was there, I have no idea if she—”

“Call her,” Isaac said over his shoulder. “Call her and tell her to meet me.”

“Isaac, stop,” Gray said. They skidded to a halt and braced their hands on their knees to catch their breath. “Let’s talk about this.”

“No,” Isaac begged. Gray raised their gaze to his. “Don’t make me fucking wait, Gray,” he croaked. “Don’t make me keep going through this. Please.”

Gray straightened and took a deep, wheezing breath. “Fine,” they said roughly. “But I’ll go with you.”

Isaac turned on his heel and kept walking in the direction of the post office. His heart felt bruised; every beat felt like a blow to the inside of his ribs. Vera fell in beside him. Gray lagged behind, tapping away on their cell phone. After they sent off a text, they jogged to catch up.

Goosebumps rippled across Isaac’s arms and back. He didn’t speak as they walked into town, didn’t glance at Vera as they all passed by the shops on either side of the street. When he finally laid his eyes on the post office, his stomach twisted like he might be sick.

“Is she there?” he said thickly.

Gray checked their phone. “She responded,” they murmured. Then, “Yes. She’s there.”

Fear and revulsion thundered through Isaac’s veins as his feet carried him closer. He couldn’t feel the tips of his fingers when he reached out to grasp the worn wooden handle on the door. He didn’t wait to take a breath before he yanked the door open and walked in.

Only Kali stood inside. Isaac’s throat tightened and he turned to look at Gray, eyes wide with terror and confusion.

“I… meant Kali was here, not Rosa,” Gray said, shaking their head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“Where is she?” Isaac rasped. He looked helplessly at Kali. “You said you wanted to talk, so…” He held his arms out wide. He hated himself for how hard he was shaking. He blinked back the tears that threatened in his eyes. “I’m here to talk. I’m not… not armed, so…” His hands fell to his sides again. “Let’s just get this done, if this is how you think we should handle this.”

Kali’s brow was deeply creased as she looked at Isaac. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright,” she said carefully. “I see you want to… make things better.”

“No, I just want this to be fucking over,” Isaac whispered, so he wouldn’t choke. The tears in his eyes spilled down his cheeks. “If you want me to talk to her, I’ll talk to her. If that’s what I have to do, then…” He shrugged and held his arms down at his sides, hands balled into fists. “Let’s just get this done.”

Kali held Isaac’s eyes with a steady gaze. “Isaac…”

“Now!” he cried. Kali flinched back minutely from the booming command. Isaac buried his face in his hands and muffled a sob. “What the fuck?” he breathed. “You wanted to talk, can I please just—”

“I’m sorry,” Kali said in a rush. “Isaac, I’m sorry for causing you grief. I didn’t mean to, please believe that. But I… well, maybe you should just read it.” She pulled a phone from her pocket, tapped the screen a few times, and handed it to Isaac.

On the screen was the end of a text conversation between Kali and Rosa.

September 22, 2030 2:45pm

Kali: we got mail for you today

September 22, 2030 9:50pm

Rosa: thnk u

September 28, 2030 10:22am

Kali: I’d like to resolve this between you and Isaac Moore’s family. What do you say to having a conversation with him that I mediate? This would be planned and in a neutral location, with no threats allowed on either side, with safety and repair being the goal.

September 28, 2030 10:24am

Rosa: r u serious? fuck that actually

September 28, 2030 10:24am

Rosa: I can’t believe ur taking his side

September 28, 2030 10:25am

Rosa: after everythng I’ve gone fr the resistance I can’t believe this

September 28, 2030 10:26am

Rosa: if ur willing to allow those people to stay nd continue to spread their lies about wht happened to Jordan, fine. ur in charge here. but I will no longer affiliate w Laporte. this isn’t just smthng u can just ‘mediate’. consider me gone.

September 28, 2030 10:30am

Kali: I understand you being upset. I’ll give you some time to yourself and reach out again in a few days.

September 28, 2030, 10:30am

Your message cannot be delivered.

Isaac realized he was breathing hard when the words on the screen began to blur. He held the phone out with a shaking hand and looked up at Kali.

“What…” His mouth was dry. He swallowed hard. “What does that mean? What…”

Kali threw a glance at Gray, who was looking at her inquisitively. “It looks to me,” she said with that same sense of unending patience, “That she isn’t interested in having this conversation or… being in Laporte anymore.”

“Give me that,” Vera snapped, and grabbed the phone from Isaac’s hand to read the last exchange. She snorted and looked up at Gray. “‘I will no longer affiliate with Laporte’? Is she serious? Was she somehow contributing in a huge way to the resistance that we just… haven’t heard of over the past several years?”

Kali opened her mouth to speak. “I—”

“What, is her presence here so fucking special that her refusing to come here anymore is some sort of punishment?” This time, Vera fixed her eyes on Kali. “Well? Have we just misread this?” her lip pulled back in a snarl.

Kali met Vera’s vicious gaze with her own steady one. Finally, she said, “Sometimes people lash out when they feel hurt. Her identity as a resistance fighter is clearly very important to her.”

“Perhaps, then, she should work on being an effective one,” Gray hissed from the corner.

Isaac still stood in the center of the room, shaking like a leaf. He kept waiting for fear to hit, or rage, or relief. Nothing rose up to fill the emptiness that had opened up inside him. He felt like he might buckle under his own weight.

“Wh-what does this mean?” he repeated.

“It means the trash just took itself out,” Vera spat. “I wouldn’t spend any more time worrying about her, Isaac. Apparently being confronted with the truth is enough to send that bitch packing.”

Isaac’s eyes and mouth were dry. He swallowed hard, swallowed again. “She’s… just gone?” he said softly into the room. The words seemed to fade into the buzz of Vera’s rage and the pounding of blood in his ears. “She just… left?”

His eyes snapped to Kali’s when she took a step closer to him. She had to crane her head back a bit to look up at him, but she met his eyes without blinking. She reached out and took both his hands in hers. They were rough, calloused, but warm and dry. She squeezed his hands in hers, and he found himself squeezing back.

“I am so, so sorry,” she said, her voice so kind that it brought more tears to Isaac’s eyes. “She clearly hurt you so much, and I’m sorry. I was hoping for some kind of healing. But… I hope this is a solution that works almost as well.”

Vera snorted. Isaac couldn’t see her where she stood behind him, but he could see Kali’s mouth tighten in response. “I understand if you see this as better,” Kali said.

“The woman was okay with using a child soldier as her own personalized bodyguard and hitman,” Vera sneered.

“I wasn’t a child when she first brought me into the field,” Isaac said, releasing Kali’s hands and turning to face Vera. “I was… t-twenty-one when she—”

Vera held up a hand, silencing Isaac. “I don’t want to hear it,” she snapped. Isaac’s mouth fell shut.

Kali cleared her throat softly. “If I might suggest something, Isaac,” she said. He looked down at her and waited for her to speak. He was tired in his bones, tired in his soul. He was tired of fighting, tired of being afraid. He was tired of being tired. She wet her lips and said, “It seems like the people who hurt you… well, it seems like they’ve all decided to stay in your past. So maybe something that would be helpful for you… would be to start by learning that the things that were done to you… were indeed mistreatment? Were indeed unjust?”

This time, it was Gray who snorted. “I’ve been trying to tell him that for… oh, over a year at this point,” they said with a gentle, good-natured laugh.

Isaac couldn’t find it in him to laugh, or cry, or even reach for the flame of anger that always burned inside him. He shrugged, a hollow, jerky movement. “Probably, yeah,” he said flatly.

Kali’s mouth pursed, and she gently patted Isaac’s shoulder. “Alright,” she said. She glanced at Vera and held out a hand for her phone. “If I could have that back…?” Vera placed the phone in Kali’s hand, and at least had the dignity of looking a little embarrassed for having snatched it away in the first place. Kali tucked the phone in her pocket and rubbed her hands on her worn jeans. “Well,” she said. “I’ll… I’ll keep y’all posted on the goings-on of the town. And I’ll make sure you get notified next time mail gets dropped off. I know that… once you’ve settled in, it’ll feel like home. I’m… sorry things have started so rough.”

For a long time, no one said anything. Isaac’s jaw ached as he clenched his teeth, swallowing over and over against the lump in his throat. It was the only sensation in his body, and he clung to it, all too familiar with the numbness that was creeping through his veins.

His knife could chase the numbness away, he knew that. It had done it so many times already. If he just took his knife, and—

“Who gave you this, huh?”

“M-my—”

A blow lashes across his face, spilling the tears that had been brimming in his eyes. He presses a hand to his stinging cheek and returns his frightened gaze to the woman kneeling in front of him. He didn’t mean to fall asleep, he didn’t, but he’s been awake for two days already, maybe three, he lost count, and he’s so tired…

Rosa is fiddling with his pocket knife, the one with the sharp steel blade and the red plastic handle, the one he has using to try and keep himself awake, the one given to him by his—

“My… dad gave it to me,” he hiccoughs, fighting back a sob.

Rosa chuckles, folding and unfolding the blade from the pocketknife. “Your dad, huh?” she says, her voice cold and sarcastic.

“Yes, please give it back…” He reaches for it.

She snatches it back, out of his reach. “No,” she says with a vicious grin. “You fell asleep on watch. Second time this month. Clearly giving you triple duty didn’t teach you better. Maybe this will.” Isaac’s stomach drops as she folds the knife a final time and tucks it into her pocket.

“No!” Isaac sobs, and lunges for it. He’s so tired, he’s so tired, and Rosa easily trips him. He goes sprawling into the dirt.

Rosa snickers and walks away. “Don’t fall asleep on watch again, Isaac,” she says, not bothering to look back. “You won’t like what happens if I catch you doing it again.”

Isaac blinked and shook his head against the sudden memory. His right hand was curled into a fist – no, curled around his father’s pocketknife, lost forever because of the mistakes he had made.

Enough sensation returned for him to register a weight in his stomach as he released his fingers, one by one. He felt the loss of his father’s knife as if it had just happened – as if Rosa had just walked out the door with it a few minutes ago. He swallowed against more tears and pressed against the unhealed cuts at his wrist.

“Gray,” he said weakly, unable to feel embarrassed when his voice cracked as if he was sixteen years old. “Can we head home? I… I’d like to… I need some ice.”

He felt Vera’s confused gaze, but didn’t look at her. He turned and looked only at Gray.

They took a deep breath, let it out. “Of course,” they said gently. They stepped forward and tucked him under their arm. “Thank you, Kali, for meeting us again so soon.”

“Anything y’all need,” she said with a shrug. She gave them a kind smile as Isaac let Gray lead him out of the post office and back out into the morning sunlight. Isaac wound his arm around Gray’s waist as they walked. Vera followed silently behind. Isaac could feel her confusion and curiosity, but couldn’t bring himself to explain the ice right now. She would find out when they got home anyway. For now, Isaac let the tears fall freely as he walked down the main street of Laporte, not caring if anyone else noticed.

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Epilogue II :

Moonlight burning the flower

Hold tight, don't fight the power -

'The Power'

Pairing: Astarion x Reader. This is set in Act I.

Tags: angst ... leading into some smut.

Part I : The outer layer. Mostly angst and jealousy.

Part II : Where you try to find meaning or draw boundaries.

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace.

Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live.

Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known.

Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.

Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours.

Part VIII : Your blood like wine, invites me in.

Part IX : I welcome my sentence, to give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

Epilogue I : Leave the flames and take a chance with me

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You woke up. You recognized your tent. What happened? Is it morning? No, it was still dark outside. Oh that's right... you drank a lot, and passed out. There was a party, yes, that's right. Astarion broke your heart again. You felt disappointed. You had wanted someone to take you back to their tent. But you were in yours instead. So who had carried you in here?

And then you realized, that there was someone there...with you.

You recognized the familiar silhouette. His chest showing through his clothes, just like this morning. Wait, did you have your clothes on? What had happened while you were asleep? Yes, you had your pants on, and your underwear. Where was your shirt? That's right - you were hot and sometime after you were carried in, you had taken it off.

Was he the one who carried you in?

You looked at him. Your stirrings woke him up, and he looked at you with sleepy eyes. "Ah, you are awake, darling... I've been waiting". Honeyed words were not going to pull you in anymore. You sat up, resolved and looked away from him. "Why are you here?" You asked. He propped himself up as well. "Because ... you are such a handful". He smirked.

"Why are you not with her?" You asked point blank.

You were done beating around the bush. "Who"? He seemed confused. You could feel your pulse rising, anger. "Shadowheart." You sharply clarified. "Ha!" He laughed out loud, his usual cheerful self. "Why should I be with her?" "I saw you talking" you replied, not even trying to hide your resentment and jealousy. "I was apologizing to her...you know... about the whole... blood drinking secret situation" he replied, waving his hands about, looking guilty.

"You must really want her to forgive you." You said, bitterly.

"Well, that would be nice, yes, we are all allies after all. We need to journey together, I need to know I don't have an enemy in camp". He said, pragmatically, sitting up. It all made sense to you, but you refused to believe such a simple explanation. "And ... did she?" "I think so." The answer somehow made you unhappy. You were still hurt, it felt unfair.

"So ... you are here because she threw you away..."

You said, knowing full well, how much that would hurt. You could feel his eyes on you. You dared not look back at him. He was quiet. Even though you had wanted to hurt him you regretted saying that. "I was only with her, because I couldn't refuse her." He said, his voice low, serious. "I was never hers to throw away." "But you want her to want you, isn't it?". You were not done. That question was met with silence, and you dreaded to hear his response to that. He said something unexpected.

"Do you ...want me to want her?"

Taken aback, but you wouldn't back down. You wanted to prove, that you were unaffected, not jealous, that you were above it all. Too proud to admit, that you loved him, that you wanted to be his, and him to be yours.

"Yes. I do. I do want you to want her".

You lied, in anger. You stood up and walked away from him. "I want you to go to her, and beg for her forgiveness, and be with her every night. Make love to her till dawn, again and again, till she is done with you." You stopped to breathe. "Oh ... don't worry, I will still protect you.... I gave you my word after all, didn't I." You smirked, bitterly. You were near the door, looking for your shirt to wear and head out.

You did not want to stay in his presence a minute longer.

He said nothing at first, then he stood up and came up to you, and held your left wrist before you could wear your shirt. You tried wresting free but he wouldn't let go, not until you had heard what he had to say. You looked away, "I can want her, if you want me to." He growled. "I have done my master's bidding countless times before. Lured victims in for him. And I can give my body to do your bidding". He paused "but it will not be of my own free will." His grasp on your wrist tightened.

"I will fuck her or let her fuck me, if that is what you want".

"Every night, if you want me to..." He stepped closer to you. "Would you like that? Would that make you happy? Because you see... I would rather... fuck... you." He held your face in his hands. Clearly having seen through your facade. "I can go to her, if you ask me to, but I will always come find you ....of my own ...free will" His face was very very close to yours. "you taste ...simply delectable."

He came even close to you now, breathing you in.

"Here is a secret I've heard my master say. Sensient beings, can taste positively divine... when you indulge in... carnal pleasures". "Sadly, Cazador never let us drink from any of our victims before.... so I never had ...someone, of mine own." He looked at you, pouting, teasing. "You.... were more and more delicious... with every bite I took of you. But when I bit you... here" he touched between your breasts, "I almost lost my mind. And now... all I can think about... is how you will...taste... when I take you over the edge... till you lose yourself, in me... and scream my name from your lips....darling... I can't wait..."

He almost ripped off your bodice, unceremoniously.

Then he lifted you up, and took you back to your bed before you could protest. "Push me away anytime, my love". Then dropped down to kiss you. Kissed your breasts, the side of your breasts. And trailed kisses down your stomach. Then he unbuttoned your trousers, and with one glance at you, took them off you. Your legs on his shoulders, he kissed your thighs, lower and lower...

You braced yourself for what was to happen next.

Clutching the bedding around you, you inhaled sharply as you felt him tear your underwear off of you. He licked and kissed you down there. You loved every second of it, and did not hold yourself back. Your legs wrapped around him, he made eye contact and placed a hand on your stomach. His tongue felt electrifying. Finding your folds and you could feel wetness soak the blanket underneath.

You lay there naked, admiring his chiseled body. You knew where this was headed and you knew he would not stop unless you stopped him.

You would not stop him.

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Might finish the smut, some important dialogue too.

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BY THE END OF TONIGHT — NETEYAM SULLY

SUMMARY: A night full of studying turns into a night of dancing.

WARNING(S): lil bit of angst, fluff

WORD COUNT: 4,492

PAIRING: Human!Neteyam Sully x fem!Reader au

A/N: I hope you enjoy it, everyone! This is heavily inspired by Step Up 2. Feedback is always welcomed. This is the first song playing as they enter the club. FLO - FLYGIRL The song that Neteyam and Y/n dance to is this one. ARYA STARR - RUSH

MASTERLIST

What you thought would be a night with your face stuck in a history textbook took a turn when quiet raps came from your window. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, squinting in confusion. You look at your bed side clock which read along the lines of 9:05. You get up to inspect the sudden raps after another set collides against your window. You draw open the blinds, expecting a burglar or thief wanting to break in, but the two faces pleading for entry causes your shoulders to drop. You scoff and roll your eyes at the two girls. You reach up for the latch and flip the locks open, the girls helping you slide up the window slowly, wincing as it gives a faint squeak.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You question as they not so smoothly climb inside your bedroom.

“We could ask you the same thing-” Kiri groans as she swings her head under your window, then stands tall in your room. 

“I told you I had homework.” You pout, gesturing to the disarray of papers and sprawl combination of your notebooks and textbook. 

“And we told you to be ready by 9...” Kiri lifts her flip phone up to your face. “It’s 9:05 now and you’re not ready.” She flops onto your bed, moving your papers aside as to not crumble them.

“Holy shit-” Tsireya curses, a faint laugh leaving her body as she enters. She touches her head hoping her hair didn’t mess up. You furrow your brows at your friends, taking in their attire. Tsireya dawned a turquoise dress, whereas Kiri wore a thin tank top with cargo pants. Shoes acceptable for what you could assume for one thing. “Why aren’t you dressed?” Tsireya eyes your very comfortable sweater and pajama pants. You frown looking down. Your toes curl inside your fuzzy socks. “You didn’t tell her.” Tsireya sucks her teeth at Kiri.

“I’m not going!” You butt in.

“What? No, no, no. You swore-” Kiri sits up.

“I did no such thing!” You gave her a pointed look. 

“You have to come okay! We were just there with the guys and we were right!” Kiri exclaims. You turn to look at her curiously. “Okay...Spider got us in.” Your eyes widen.

“You’re lying...Kiri don’t fucking play with me, girl!” You rush over to her and grip her shoulders. “You’re lying.”

“Guess who’s gonna go up against the 410-”

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, jumping up and down with her. “How’d he get us in? You have to be invite only and even then the best of the best aren’t always competing.”

“It’s Spider, he can do anything...” Kiri shrugs.

“You’re not wrong about that...” You breathe out a laugh.

“Exactly, which is why we came back for you. To celebrate the beginning of our street dancing history...” Kiri drags out dramatically. “That and Roxto has some sweet mixes he put together. I told him to save the best one for you.” Kiri holds you at arm's length. “So get your cute butt ready… 'cause we’re going out!” Kiri presses a kiss on your cheek. 

“I’m guessing that’s why you came along...” You smirk at Tsireya knowingly.

“Yup...cause that is not acceptable.” She motions up and down to your outfit. “Where’s that top I let you borrow last week?” She opens your closet and rummages through it. Shirts begin flying over her shoulder. “Ah, there it is! Here put this on, and wear those black cargo pants with the pockets on the side.” You huff as the shirt lands on your face. You drag it down and glare at her. “Thank you Tsireya...” She sings at you playfully.

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes and begin undressing behind your closet door.

“Hey what’s the hold up?” You hear another voice come up to the window. You peek out and see Lo’ak with his elbows resting on the window sill.

“She wasn’t ready.” Tsireya sighs at him, pointing over her shoulder. Lo’ak turns to you, catching your tooth-widened grin, then you disappear behind the closet door again. He looks back to Tsireya with a glint in his eyes. 

“You tell her?”

“Yeah, we told her. Lit up like a Christmas tree.” Tsireya laughs with big gestures, mocking the way your eyes grew wide earlier.

“She better have...” Lo’ak smirks. He looks inside the room again and then up at his girlfriend. “Tell her about Neteyam...?” He lowers his voice in hopes you didn’t hear him, but even then your ears tended to pick up even the smallest pin dropping.

“Tell me what about Neteyam...?” All heads whip to face you. Kiri and Tsireya gaped in awe, whereas Lo’ak whistled lowly. His head nodded in approval. 

“What?” You look down at yourself, getting self-conscious.

“Nice.” Lo’ak lips lift upwards. “You did good...” He whispers yells to Tsireya, but you all laugh at his compliment. 

“I just tell her what to wear...that’s all her! Okay, makeup next!” Tsireya walks to you with a clap of her hands. 

“What? No!” You groan.

“Just a little concealer, and some blush...and lipgloss. That’s all, swear!” She puts her hands out in surrender.

“Yeah, I’m sure...” You roll your eyes and let her take over. 

Lo’ak looks off to the side, keeping look out from where he stood outside your window. “Tsireya don’t take too long...We said 9:30 at the latest.” He reminds her looking down at his phone. Time reading 9:25 now. “We told Tuk to cover till 11. The sooner we leave, the more time we’ll have to hang out.”

“I’m almost done...” She promises, calling out over her shoulder. The mention of the youngest Sully had you smirking as Tsireya applies some blush to your cheeks.

“What’d you bribe her with this time?” You giggle as Lo’ak rolls his eyes.

“Half our allowance earned this month, fucking brat...” Lo’ak curses under his breath.

“She is not!” Tsireya sucks her teeth.

“Hey, at least she’s covering for us.” Kiri reminds him. “Better than mom and dad knowing where we’re at.”

“Yeah…but I did not mow the lawn all month to have to give half of it away to her. I earned that shit okay! I was saving up for those new shoes I’ve been wanting!” Lo’ak points at her. 

“And you don’t think I wasn’t? I was saving for new ballet shoes!” Kiri inquires.

“Neteyam’s idea...” You squint your eyes knowing that they wouldn’t just willingly cough up their monthly allowance.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him...” Lo’ak huffs. “Next time, we bring her whiny ass. I don’t care, she can sit up with Roxto on the podium. I’m not losing half percent of my earned income. Did dad tell you Neteyam makes more than us, fucking bullshit Kiri, bullshit!”

“Ay!” Tsireya shakes her head at his use of profanity.

“No, he doesn’t!” Kiri scoffs in annoyance. “Dad just said that to make you quit bugging him.”

“Yeah whatever...” Lo’ak huffs and looks down at a new incoming message.

Where u at? - Neteyam

“You guys done yet?” Lo’ak replies back to him.

“Yeah done. What do we think?” Tsireya steps back and moves out of the way of Lo’ak and Kiri.

“Beautiful.” Kiri press’s his fingertips to her mouth and makes a smooching sound.

“You like a girl for once...” Lo’ak spares you one glance, though the shit-eating grin had you lunging for him.

“You’re such an ass Lo’ak!“ You reach for him through the window, but Tsireya and Kiri hold you back. Lo’ak throws his head back laughing. Creating distance between him and the window.

“Can you not?” Tsireya rolls her eyes at him, growing annoyed. They pull you back in. Lo’ak comes back over only to have it slammed down shut in his face.

“Wha- Oh come on I didn’t mean it…” Lo’ak groans. “Dude! Babe, I’m sorry…Tsireya, wait, no wait-“ You waved him goodbye as you drew the blinds, Lo’ak following the lowering blinds, hoping to catch sight of his girlfriend. He stands up straight and kicks the side of the house.

“Oh come on!” 

You stifle your laughter hearing his voice outside. “We should go before he wakes my mom.” You chuckle and grab your shoes.

“Yeah…just in time too!” Kiri smiles showing you the time of 9:30 now.

“Wait one more thing?” Tsireya unclips her necklace and comes over to place it on your neck. The little simple piece of jewelry makes the outfit come together. “Okay…now let’s go!” Tsireya pockets her phone and pulls you both to the window.

“Where are you? Is she coming?”

“Yes dude, she’s coming. Quit whining!” Lo’ak says into the phone, turning as he watches you and the girls climb out your window quietly. “Okay…we’re leaving her place now. I’ll let you know when we’re there. Tell Roxto to get that mix ready.”

“Okay. I’ll let him know…hurry up. We’re not supposed to be out so late anyway!”

“I know!” Lo’ak removed the phone from his ear and pulls it down to his lips. “Bye!” He raises his voice and flips off the phone. He pockets the device and meets your smirk.

“Teyam worrying again?” You nudge him.

“When does he not…” He huffs and offers his hand to Tsireya, the little feud they had long forgotten by now. “Ready to go?”

“Mhmm.” She hums. Heat fills her face as Lo’ak presses a sweet peck to her cheek.

“Come on people we’re losing time!” Kiri smiles, tugging you down the street and beginning the walk to the club.

“Don’t you mean losing time with your boyfriends!” You sing.

“When are you gonna put those two out of your misery sis? You have two guys desperate for your attention, yet you leave them with mixed signals.”

“Maybe I like the thrill of two men wanting me.” She laughs out loud. Lo’ak’s face twisted into one of disgust.

“You’re disgusting…I think Imma throw-” Lo’ak pretends to throw up, only to burst in fits of chuckles as Tsireya nudges his side. “Oh come on! I can’t be the only one who thinks she needs to choose. Y/n back me up on this.”

“Oh ho, do not involve me in this!” You point at him.

“Right I forgot…you’re spoken for.” Lo’ak feigns a swoon. “By Neteyam…”

“I am not!” You shove him.

“You love him!” He shimmies his shoulder in front of you and takes off as you swing at him. You take off after him.

“God, you’re so annoying!” You yell after him.

“Love him!” He screeches in a high-pitched tone as he dodges you once again.

“Lo’ak stop!” Tsireya calls after him, her shoulders slumping at his antics.

-

The walk to Hell's Gate felt shorter than it usually did. Perhaps it was the nerves working through your system that took your mind off the way there.

“Who do you keep texting on that thing?” You tease Lo’ak who was typing into his flip phone before you even reached the entrance.

“Neteyam, wanted me to let him know when we got here.” Lo’ak pressed sent and pocketed the device in his back pocket. “Let’s go!” He nods to the door.

You had been the first to enter, the bass and vibration from the speakers blaring, making you feel lightweight. The music playing gave you goosebumps as you eyed multiple bodies grinding, swaying, twirling, and rocking to the beat. A few dance battles happening in a few corners but the real party was in the center as far as you could see from the entrance though. Lo’ak had walked in behind you and Kiri, instantly grabbing a hold of Tsireya’s hand and twirling her into the crowd. His shoulders move in circular motions as he vibes to the music. Tsireya laughed as he pressed up behind her, smirking as she started moving along with him following his flow. You smiled at them repeating the shoulder move Lo’ak did, head nodding slowing to each beat. You looked up to the podium. Roxto focused on the spinning disc in front of him, making sure each beat counted and moved the crowd. Spider stood beside him, head bobbing to a track featuring Missy Elliot. You looked up admiring the flashing lights. The lights illuminate people’s skin with hues of reds, blues, and yellows. The scene felt like home, but at times you found yourself feeling out of place, especially when the group tended to split amongst themselves.

“Hey, I’m gonna go with Roxto and Spider for a bit. You gonna be okay?” Kiri leaned into you and raised her voice so you could be able to hear her. You hummed but gave her a reassuring nod and smile. Ushering her into the crowd. You sighed once she disappeared from the crowd. Lo’ak catching sight of your shoulders slumping. Tsireya leaned back into him, eyes closed as she was lost in the music. He reached out with one hand. Tsireya stopped sensing him move. She and him were now looking at you with solemn smiles.

“Dance stupid!” Lo’ak teased, he pulled on your arm and twirled you around. A faint smile painted your face, but quickly disappeared. You only shook your head, wanting nothing more than to hug yourself.

“What am I even doing here, Lo’ak?” You shout out loud.

“We’re hanging out, we came to get you to celebrate!” Lo’ak pointed out, shrugging like it was obvious.

“I should be home-“ You begin to protest.

“No you’re meant to be here…Look N-Neteyam asked for you to be here.” He hesitated at first but then caved in.

“No, he didn’t!”

“It was his idea to go get you. He didn’t want to enjoy tonight if you weren’t gonna be here.” Lo’ak pulls back with a serious look.

You furrow your brows feeling more confused. “Wha– Why? If he wanted me here then where is he?” You scoff out a laugh. Yours and Lo’ak’s eyes begin to wander around the club hoping to catch sight of his tall frame. Hoping to catch certain braids swinging in the air. Lo’ak perked up and then pointed him out to you.

“Look he’s right– There….” He grimaces, watching your hopeful expression drop in an instant. You had expected to see a lot of things happen tonight but seeing him twirl and press himself up behind another girl was not on your agenda. You shouldn’t have stared as long as you did but seeing his hands curl around her lower stomach, then spin her back around so she faced him was too difficult to resist looking at. You glare at Lo’ak who was trying to bring you some peace of mind quickly.

“He asked for me huh…” You hum, rolling your eyes.

“You know him…Loves all…dances with all-“ He winces knowing it sounded better in his head. “Look it’s nothing. He wanted you here, it’s just dancing. You know everyone wants a turn with him anyway…You’ll be next here in a bit.” Though the damage of his words had been done.

“Lo’ak!” Tsireya gasps, hitting his arm.

“So I’m a turn now?” You give him a tight-lipped smile and walk off into the crowd.

“Y/n wait– Shit that’s not what I meant!” He curses, his head falling as Tsireya gives him an earful. As if his luck couldn’t get any better his brother just had to show up, out of breath, a stupid smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, you’re here!” Tsireya leans in and greets him with a kiss on his cheek. He pulls away and nudges his baby bro's shoulder. “Where’s Y/n?” He breathed out, eyes glancing around. He looks back down at the couple and senses something is off. Especially with Lo’ak trying to avoid his gaze and Tsireya giving a guilty smile. “What’d you do?” He furrows his brows at him.

“Why do you always assume I did something?” Lo’ak sucks his teeth.

“Cause you always do! What’d he’d do?” He turns to Tsireya.

“He was being an idiot like usual. She went off that way!” She directs him towards the podium, where he caught sight of you talking to Kiri. The conversation seemed to be a bad one as Kiri kept shaking her head with a frown. Her gaze finding his for a second, then looked away. He exhaled deeply, trying not to lose his shit at Lo’ak. He looks back at him annoyed, shaking his head.

“What’d you say?”

“Dude come on. I brought her here, go after her-“

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam exclaims.

“I-I said you liked to dance with every girl here, that it wasn’t something for her to worry about okay? I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did but-“

“What did you say?” He sneers.

“I said she’d have her turn with you eventually.” Lo’ak eyes droop. Neteyam curls his lips inward. Nodding as he backs away. A tight-lipped smile dawning his face now.

“I’m gonna kill you…Tsireya I’m gonna kill him.” He points to him while looking directly at her.

“Please do.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“I brought her here-“

“Yeah which is all I asked of you, just get her to come out. I knew she was studying for that test on Monday but that’s why I asked to try and get her here...it’s all I asked of you Lo’ak!” Neteyam’s eyes fall. “Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut for once.”

“Me? What about you huh? Dancing with some girl you don’t even know? How do you think that looked like to her huh? Your happy feet just couldn’t handle it could they?” He stepped up to his face. He smirked watching the knobs turn in his older brother's head. “Why can’t you keep your hands to yourself for once?”

“Stop! Both of you! We’re supposed to be having fun tonight…” Tsireya tried playing the mediator. “What about the song huh? The reason we brought her here…” She reminded Neteyam. He sighed and nodded. “Lo’ak text Roxto to play it okay, now!” She pressed. He fumbled for the phone and quickly dug into his contacts. It wasn’t long before the three looked to the podium, Roxto looking down at the text he received and somehow finding them in the crowd, giving them a thumbs up. It wasn’t long before he moved a few buttons and the melody changed and the song Neteyam wanted to be played began blaring out the speakers. “Go!” Tsireya pushed him towards where you sat at the edge of the stage. Your head turned as the song caught your attention.

Neteyam looked to her, then reached out to squeeze Lo’ak’s shoulders. A forgiven conversation through their eyes and a simple nod made their feud vanish in an instant. Neteyam let go and began pushing his way through the crowd. He didn’t bother apologizing to the few who he bumped into when he made it through the clearing. Your eyes fell upon him as he stumbled forward to a halt before you. You straightened out, hands gripping the edge, the swing of your legs stopping. He had opened his mouth to say something but the girl from before had come up to him again. This was her try at another go with him, but Neteyam seemed to be quick on his feet when she reached out for his hand. He did grab her hands only to spin her into someone else’s arms. He winced as he hurried past them and up to you. You would have thought their whole interaction was comical had it not been for Lo’ak’s words mocking you. Reverberating like an echo.

He was done with her so now it was your turn.

Neteyam once claimed you were as open as a book. Never hard to read, so when you looked down at your shoes the words he spoke next were enough to reassure you.

“Y-You’re not a turn…Don’t listen to my brother!” You lift your head to meet his eyes. “Lo’ak’s an idiot!” He admits with a frown.

“He is…” You slowly agree, but your face remains stoic. “And you?” Your quirk a brow at him.

“Me?” He points to himself.

“Yeah…What are you?” He looks at you and then down with a heavy exhale.

“A dumbass…for dancing with someone else when I should have waited to dance with you!” Neteyam shifts. Unable to remain still, he shifted his foot to the left, moving it to the beat. You scoff out a laugh. His restraint was weak, one that needed improvement. You roll your eyes because he really couldn’t wait up on you. If anything he loved dancing more than you, but no one loved music as much as you did. So when you had enough of not moving your body to this gorgeous track, well you felt like it was a crime not to.

“You are…” You sigh as you hop off the stage. “Lo’ak said you wanted me here, but then I see you dancing with another girl. Imagine the impression that leaves…” You feign hurt.

“I’m sorry.” Guilt eats at him. He doesn’t move as you grow closer.

“You’re forgiven when my feet start to hurt.” You smirk, sliding your hand up his shirt and around his neck. “You wanted me here to dance, right?” You pretend to make sure. He curls his lips into his mouth. Trying to fight the smile he wanted to show. He nods. He smirks as he curls his arm around your head, your head ducking around the action smoothly. He spins you around until your back is pressed up against his front. Your shoulders start to rock up and down, first to the right then to the left. He sways you side to side a few times. Then his hand curves over your lower back as you slowly whine up your hips and pop your back twice. You straighten out and jump into a cross then start moving in sync again. Your arms flew out in front of you both. Your legs stepping out. Right, left, right, left. You moved smoothly and sensually, the only way you and Neteyam knew how to communicate. You complemented one another when it came to dancing together. You roll your hips right, then left. You laugh as he tucks his face into your neck. You hum, closing your eyes. As he presses a kiss to your skin before pulling back. He curls his hands around the curve of your hips and stomach, helping you move your hips one way and then another. You roll back into his chest and stomach.

You two felt lost in your own little world. The club tuned out, the music, and feeling each other was the only thing present in your minds. The only thing that mattered most.

Roxto bobbed his head, smirking down at the pair of you and Neteyam and Lo’ak and Tsireya not too far to the left of you. Spider smiled down at his friends, then snuck a glance to Kiri moving gracefully on the stage, her hands above her head, eyes closed, she looked ethereal.

Lo’ak smiled at the two of you. Neteyam spun you around by curling his arm around your head again, and you ducked under it to turn around. Your smile mirrors his own. Nothing but pure bliss across your features as you gaze at his older brother. No trace of being annoyed anymore.

“The plan worked Lo’ak,” Tsireya said into his ear as he swayed them. Her arms wrung around his neck loosely. “They’re okay now.” She reassured him, knowing the guilt was eating at him.

“What if it hadn’t…I almost ruined it.” Lo’ak pressed his head against hers.

“Look at them! You hardly did anything. Those two couldn’t be bothered to be mad at you, or at each other. They wouldn’t last a day without talking to each other, a day without dancing!” She smiled as she received a small nod and smile from him.

“No…they couldn’t.” Lo’ak exhaled as Neteyam dipped your body slowly, pulling you back up to press you against his chest again. The magic was all in the way you trusted each other. Following and adding to the next move of the other.

“Feet hurting yet?” Neteyam whisper-yelled into your ear.

“No!” You beam.

“Good!” He laughed. The sound gave you goosebumps. He kept moving, shoulders circling, but you stilled. You smile, caressing your fingertips over his skin in awe. He reciprocates your smile. Turning his head to peck your hands. You breathe out slowly, finding it hard to do so. When you compose yourself you impulsively act out and cup his face. Bringing his lips down onto yours. Then and there he goes still. Very unlike himself but on occasion it didn’t take much to catch Neteyam Sully off guard. It didn’t take much especially when you always caught him off guard even if you did something so minuscule. You could be reading a book in the school library and he’d stop functioning. So best believe you kissing him was something he wished on but hadn’t planned on happening tonight.

“You good?” You breathe out a laugh, watching him trying to process the kiss.

“No…” He blinks a couple of times before he dips his head to reciprocate the kiss you planted on his lips. Only this time he initiated it slower but rougher. He pressed on your lower back to bring you closer. To feel you against his body even though you spent that last few minutes pressed against one another. “Now I am…” He exhaled with an excited laugh. You nod.

“Did you really want me here tonight?” You ask again out of the blue. Doubts cloud your mind.

“I did. I do! I always want you here. Anywhere…” He nods rapidly. “I know you told me you wanted to study but it didn’t feel right not having you here, so I sent Lo’ak and Kiri, and Tsireya for you. I just didn’t think we’d end up where we did earlier. I shouldn’t have danced with another girl, and I’m sorry. I know that I-“ He goes off but you cut him off.

“It’s okay…I-I forgive you. Promise.” 

He leans down to peck your cheek. “I promise, you’re the only one I want to dance with?”

“Yeah? What about Tuk?” You tease.

“Tuk can…wait her turn.” He laughs. You fake a gasp hitting him playfully.

“Ooh, I’m telling…” You sing with a laugh.

“Don’t you dare! She already took half our allowance this month I don’t need to lose the other half.”

“Fine, I won’t then.” You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck again. “So long as my feet hurt after tonight.”

“I’ll make sure I’m carrying you by the end of tonight. How does that sound?” He smirks and leans down so you’d hear him easily.

“Sounds perfect!” You exclaim.

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 29

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: The small group of survivors returns to the prison, smaller than it should have been. They are greeted by unexpected new arrivals, which inadvertently triggers something in Rick. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; discussion of assault and torture; reference/implications of sexual assault; more exile (somewhat)

Chapter 29 - New Arrivals

They were about halfway back to the prison when they were stopped by an obstacle in the road. A single red pickup truck was parked sideways across the highway, blood on the left headlight and a dead walker nearby. A fallen tree had collapsed over top of it, cutting off any chance of going around. They all got out, Glenn going for the driver’s side door to get the truck breaks.

They all lurched as a walker snarled, reaching for Glenn, but he threw its mangled body to the ground, stomping its head in with a swift kick of his boot. Maggie, Rick and Iris stood nearby, guns drawn and ready, but they allowed Glenn to take his anger out on the walker. His boot and the cuff of his pant leg were soaked through with viscera by the time he was done. He walked off to the side, breathing heavily, Rick following slowly. 

Iris ran a hand down her face, taking over in the truck while Rick spoke to him softly. Maggie moved some of the branches of the tree out of the way as Iris got the breaks, shifting the truck into neutral. Together, they pushed the truck out of the way, Rick and Glenn turning to see the obstacle free and clear of their path.

“You didn’t kill him.” Glenn muttered.

“That’s not why we went back.” Rick replied.

“No, that’s right, you went back for Daryl and Iris. And now Daryl is gone again and the Governor is still alive!” He spat. Iris inhaled sharply.

“Daryl and Iris were our priority.”

“I should have been there with you.”

“You were in no condition.” Rick protested.

“But my girlfriend was?” Glenn snapped.

“Glenn, this isn’t about us.” Maggie said firmly, her tone full of warning.

“I should have been there.” Glenn repeated.

“Hey, you didn’t come back with us because you could barely walk.” Rick defended, their tones rising in volume. Iris glanced at the tree line, a few moving shapes drawing nearer.

“What about her?” Glenn asked, gesturing to Maggie.

“What about me?” Maggie hissed.

“Do you know what he did to her?! Do you know?!” Glenn screamed.

“Leave it alone!” Maggie screamed back. “Let’s go.” Rick glanced over, meeting Iris’ warning gaze. She jerked her chin at the coming walkers and he nodded. He put a patient hand on his gun, shifting his weight as Glenn shoved his tongue into the side of his cheek.

“After all that effort, all the risk we took, Daryl just takes off with Merle?” Glenn asked softly.

“Daryl doesn’t owe us anything.” Iris said quietly.

“Like hell he doesn’t! At the very least, he owes us loyalty. He owes us the respect not to leave us high and dry.”

“He had his reasons.” Rick murmured.

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Rick. Doesn’t change the fact that we’re up to our necks in shit.”

“You want me to turn the car around, beg him to come back?” Rick asked. “Throw down a welcome mat for Merle? This is the hand we’ve been dealt!”

“Let’s just get out of here and head back.” Maggie interjected. “Get some rest, we can talk it out there.” Iris ran a hand through her hair, looking back at the road behind them.

“No, you guys do all the talking you want. I’m done.” Glenn hissed, storming back to the car. Maggie followed him in attempt to get him to cool down. Or maybe to chew him out for speaking on her behalf. Rick blew out a breath through his nose, sucking on a tooth.

“He has a right to be angry. Not that he should be taking it out on you, but we all have a right to be frustrated. Glenn especially. Maggie especially.” Iris said quietly. Rick nodded, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I know that. I know.” He huffed again, turning away a bit. “I’m just… I’m trying, Iris. I’m really trying.” She put a hand on his shoulder as he exhaled shakily. 

“Rick, I hope you know that we can see that. Or at the very least, I can.”

-

When they arrived back at the prison, Carl and Carol were waiting at the gate for them. Carl pulled open the gate, unlocking the next one. Rick got out of the car, Iris sliding into the driver’s seat.

“Drive ‘em up, I’ll meet you there.” Rick stated. Iris nodded, closing the door as he embraced his son tightly. Carol bent down to look through the windows of the SUV, noting the absence of a certain crossbow-wielding forest man. Iris drove up the road, pulling the SUV into the courtyard and parking near the other vehicles. Including Merle’s fucking bike. Iris hoped Rick was telling Carol the bad news so she didn’t have to see the look on her face when she found out. They were walking slowly back up the hill to the courtyard. 

Maggie exchanged hugs with Beth and Hershel, the former escorting her sister inside. Carl and Carol followed after, and Glenn just seemed to disappear. Axel came to get Michonne. Hershel tottered over on his crutches, meeting Rick and Iris near a few remaining bleachers at the basketball court. Rick quickly informed him of everything that had happened with the Governor.

“You came through, like always.” Hershel mused to Rick. Iris shoved her hands in her back pockets, trying not to fidget. “Sounds like we have a new problem on our hands. You get a good look at him?” Rick shook his head.

“He had Daryl and Merle pitted against each other. A crowd cheering for them to fight to the death. What kind of a sick mind does that?”

“The kind this world creates.” Hershel replied philosophically. Rick blinked in understanding, perhaps agreement.

“I didn’t get a good look at him. Iris, though…” He turned and she nodded, exhaling sharply.

“Tall, brown hair, one blue eye, one eyepatch. Cult-y motherfucker has the whole town in a chokehold. But we managed to blow a hole through their peace and quiet. Can’t imagine things will stay stable for long, and he’ll want revenge.” She explained. There was a beat of silence as Hershel looked down into the asphalt.

“What’s wrong?” Rick asked. “Is it the baby?”

“No, it’s not the baby. She’s healthy. Eats like a horse, sleeps like a rock.” Hershel replied. Rick nodded.

“So what is it?” Iris asked. Hershel decided to answer by leading them inside.

Carl was seated on one of the cafeteria-type tables, a silenced gun in his hands as he guarded a small group. But not their group. Four people sat in front of him, a large, muscly guy with a beanie, a young woman, a slightly older man and what seemed to be his teenage son. 

They stood up as they walked in, Rick barely sparing them a glance as he walked past them into the cell block. Hershel followed as smoothly as he could, Carl unlocking the door for them. Iris trailed behind, letting Carl lock her in with them.

“Not exactly a chatterbox, is he?” The older man murmured.

“Be patient.” The larger guy replied, eyeing Iris warily. “When he’s ready, let me do the talking.”

“He’s not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy.” Iris said, sitting down at one of the tables.

“And you?” The woman asked.

“Cold and prickly.” Iris replied. The woman’s gaze trailed down to the belt of blades Iris wore, getting the picture.

“He’s the one in charge?” The larger guy asked, jerking his chin toward where Rick had gone. 

“Yeah, Rick. Give him some time. We’ve all had a rough couple of days. As I’m sure you have as well.” She explained slowly. They nodded in agreement.

“I’m Tyreese.” The big guy said, walking forward and extending his hand. She took it, shaking firmly.

“Iris.” 

“This is my sister Sasha, this is Allen and Ben.” They all raised their hands respectively, and Iris nodded. She put her head in her hands after a moment, and Tyreese glanced nervously at his companions. Little ass-kicker’s cries echoed through the cell block after a moment, the sound jarring them for a moment.

“You’re not afraid we’re gonna do anything?” Sasha asked, suspicious.

“There’s a reason I was out there instead of in here with the elderly amputee and children.” Iris replied darkly. “These knives aren’t for show.”

“We get the picture.” Tyreese assured, glancing at Sasha with a warning.

“Don’t worry.” Iris murmured as she stood up, heading for the door to the courtyard. “I’ve had enough violence for ten lifetimes. I’m not eager to add any more names to the list.”

After the ominous warning meant to scare their guests a little, Iris found herself sitting outside atop the guard tower, letting her legs hang off the catwalk as she leaned on the railing. The forest was calm, rustling slightly in the wind. She didn’t know what she was thinking about. The Governor. Daryl. Her own journey through this plague-ridden world. Rick came out after about twenty minutes, sitting himself down beside her.

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do without Daryl.” He muttered.

“Don’t patronize me Rick. We all know we just keep going and do what we have to do. I don’t need you to make excuses for my introverted behaviour.” Iris replied, resting her forehead on the railing. Rick sighed.

“Alright.” He said after a moment. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What is there to talk about?” Iris asked. Her voice was rising, betraying some of the real feelings she was harbouring. “He left. Without a thought. That’s all there is to it.”

“I didn’t think he would leave you.” He said particularly. Iris scoffed.

“Why wouldn’t he? Merle is blood, like he said.”

“That doesn’t change what we are, what we can be for each other. For a second I thought you might go with them.” Rick stated, turning to face her. Iris raised an eyebrow.

“I would have no place with the two of them. Merle is his blood, and since I have no blood left, this group is the closest thing I’ll have to family for the rest of my sorry days.” She shook her head. She didn’t need to pity herself, and she definitely didn’t need Rick to do it. 

“And we always will be.” Rick said. Iris looked up at him and he nodded. He extended his right hand to her, and she took it in her own, feeling him grasp it tight. No further words were exchanged, but it certainly made a difference to Iris.

-

When they went back in, it was to discuss the newcomers with the group. As much as Rick had once claimed this was not a democracy, they all still had a say. They would always have a say. As they approached, Axel was speaking sadly to Carol, and Iris allowed a small piece of her to feel sad for Oscar and his sacrifice. He was a good man, and she was grateful to have known him.

“Whenever Tomas went off,” Axel explained, “Oscar always stood up for me, you know? He was my friend.”

“He went out fighting.” Rick replied, as if that would soften the blow of their loss. Beth came down the stairs, clutching little ass-kicker, who Carl had dutifully named Judith, to her chest.

“So, what now?” She asked, the shake in her voice betraying her nerves. “You think the Governor will retaliate?”

“Yes.” Maggie replied calmly.

“Let him try.” Glenn hissed.

“Sounds like he’s got a whole town. We’re outnumbered and outgunned.” Carol pointed out.

“We could use some reinforcements.” Hershel agreed.

“Why don’t I just call the cavalry?” Iris said drily, folding her arms across her chest rather immaturely. Rick spared her a warning glance before turning his gaze toward the locked door that separated them and their new guests.

They were seated around one of the tables, either silent or whispering very quietly. Perhaps listening. They all turned when Carl unlocked the gate, however, and Hershel led the group as they all gathered in the room. Rick stepped forward to meet them in the middle.

“I’m Tyreese.” Tyreese introduced, extending his hand like he had with Iris. There was a pregnant pause as Rick disregarded it, Tyreese awkwardly lowering his hand. Hershel used his crutches to point out the others.

“Sasha, Allen, Ben.” He named. Rick looked to each of them nervously, clearly on edge. If Iris didn’t know any better, he almost seemed like the twitchy meth-heads she used to happen upon in the city. It was likely the adrenaline, the exhaustion. But still. 

“How’d you get in?” Rick asked.

“Fire damage to the administrative part of the prison.” Tyreese answered honestly. “Wall’s down.”

“That side’s completely overrun with walkers. How’d you get this far?” Rick asked.

“We didn’t. We lost our friend, Donna.”

“They were lost in the gyms.” Carl offered.

“You brought them here?” Rick asked, his voice raising as he whirled around to his son.

“He had no choice.” Hershel defended. Rick blinked, as if weighing the odds before nodding.

“I’m sorry about your friend.” He said, turning back to Tyreese. “We know what that’s like.”

“Hershel said you could use some extra hands.” Tyreese stated. “We’re no stranger to hard work. We’ll go out and get our own food, stay out of your hair. You got a problem with another group, we’ll help with that too. Anything to contribute.” Carol seemed to sigh in relief beside Iris, settling into relaxation instead of her usual on-her-toes demeanour. Iris raised an eyebrow, still suspicious. That was an awfully large offer. Either they were extremely desperate, or they had something else planned.

“No.” Rick replied anyways.

“Please.” Sasha pleaded, interrupting. “It’s like Ten Little Indians out there. It’s just us now.”

“No.” Rick repeated.

“Let’s talk about this.” Hershel interjected. “We can’t just keep—“

“We’ve been through this.” Rick said, stopping him mid-sentence. “With Tomas, Andrew. Look what happened.”

“Well, in the defence of our guests here, none of them came from inside the prison, with obvious criminal backgrounds and psychological issues.” Iris replied, stepping forward. Rick bit down on his own tongue, nodding in understanding. “Additionally, we’re not exactly in a place to be turning down man-power.”

“Axel and Oscar weren’t like them.” Carol added.

“And where’s Oscar now?” Rick asked.

“Dead. After sacrificing himself to save me and Daryl. Something I can never repay, Rick. Does that mean he wasn’t loyal? If anything, you’re proving yourself wrong!” Iris snapped. “Don’t you dare use our friends as an argument.” The group fell silent, Rick and Iris staring each other down before Rick turned back to their guests. Iris looked down as someone gripped her hand in theirs, finding Carl looking up at her with a sad smile.

“I can’t be responsible.” Rick admitted, voice deathly quiet.

“You turn us out, you are responsible.” Tyreese countered lowly.

“Rick.” Hershel beckoned, pulling him off to the side. They muttered to one another quietly for a moment before Rick paused. He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, whispering loudly to himself.

“No. No, no, no, no, no. No. No, no.” He whispered, swaying a bit. Iris’ eyebrow raised. “Why ar you here?” He asked, lurching forward and pacing through the large room.“What do you want from me?” 

Oh. He was not in his sound mind. Not at all. Not for a while. Hershel seemed to be the one who saw it first, but now it was becoming more obvious. It was all catching up to Rick, big time. Tyreese, Sasha, Allen and Ben were all watching him warily. Perhaps they were better off not joining their group anyways.

“Dad?” Carl asked, seeming very nervous. This time, it was Iris’ turn to grip his hand, angling herself in front of him as Rick brushed past.

“Why are you— no.” Rick continued, rubbing his hands over his face. His gaze seemed to be catching on the overhead walkway, at one particular spot in front of the window. He was seeing something that was not there.

“Rick.” Iris said sharply. He was scaring his son. He was scaring all of them.

“I can’t help you!” He cried, whipping around. “Get out! Get— get out!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Tyreese said, putting up his hands as Rick started pacing sharply. “Hey, c’mon, it’s all good.”

“What are you doing?” Sasha asked.

“He’s not talking to you.” Iris announced, hopefully catching everyone up to speed. This was something they needed to deal with another time.

“Hey, easy, Rick. There’s no need to—“ Maggie tried, speaking in a low, soothing voice.

“You don’t belong here! Get out! Please!” Rick screamed, pulling out his pistol. Everyone lurched out of the way as he whipped back toward that spot by the window, pointing the gun recklessly. Iris pushed Carl behind her, toward Beth and Hershel. 

“Relax. We’ll leave. We’re going.” Tyreese assured. “Okay? Ain’t nobody got to get shot here. We’re going.” Iris scoffed, shaking her head. She stepped forward, grabbing the gun from Rick’s hand harshly. This had to stop. 

“Rick.” She said loudly. 

“What are you doing here?” Rick screamed again, pacing.

“Just go, go! Go!” Glenn urged, ushering their guests toward the courtyard. They scrambled to gather their things, hurrying up the steps. Glenn followed them out. Rick’s face crumpled a bit as if he was going to cry, and Iris sighed. The group was silent, Rick pacing between them as they all pressed themselves against the wall, Maggie clutching Carl, Beth holding the baby behind her father.

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hanging out takes an interesting turn (Janis x fem!reader)

Smut- read at your own risk

(There is also some fluff but mostly smut lol)

It’s spring break and (Y/N) is bored out of her mind. *ping* suddenly someone texts (Y/N). She sees that it’s from Janis. Smiles even before reading.

J💕: hey wanna come over and watch movies?

(Y/N): yeah

(Y/N): when should I head over?

J💕: I’m setting up rn so maybe in like 30?

(Y/N): ok see you soon

Without waiting for a response (Y/N) rushes to get ready. She wants to look nice but not overdressed. She decides to wear her favorite pants and her sweater Janis said looked cute on her. (Y/N) smiles and blushes looking back on that interaction. Snapping out of her daydream to check her phone. She has about 10 minutes before she has to leave. Putting on some very light makeup (a little blush, mascara and cherry lipgloss). Packing a small bag with a couple snacks. “Bye mom I’m going to my friend’s house” (Y/N) says as she walks out the door. Taking the short drive to Janis’ house and parking. (Y/N) goes to the door and is gonna knock but gets nervous and texts Janis instead.

(Y/N): hey Jan I’m outside

J💕: ok I’ll be there in just a sec

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Janis is setting up the projector in her garage when she gets a text.

(Y/N)🥰: hey Jan I’m outside

Janis smiles at her phone and texts back while making sure everything looks good.

Janis🖤: ok I’ll be there in just a sec

She opens the door to see (Y/N) looking pretty and hot- wait…did Janis just think (Y/N) looks hot? That’s new…

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(Y/N) sees Janis. Hair a little messy, wearing some black cargo pants with a couple of paint stains, and a band tee with the neck cut off making the shirt fall off her shoulder exposing Janis’s bra strap. (Y/N)’s eyes linger for a little longer than usual. Janis looked amazing, hot? Yeah hot. “Um I set everything up in the garage, follow me” Janis says holding the door open for (Y/N). (Y/N) just smiles following Janis in. Is it suddenly a little hotter? Or was (Y/N) maybe just…no her and Janis were just friends and…(Y/N)’s eyes wonder to Janis’ ass WOAH WHY WAS SHE LOOKING THERE! Her and Janis are just friends right? Pulling (Y/N) out of her thoughts Janis says “ta da” showing off her hard work to (Y/N). “Woah this is amazing, did you do all of this just for me?” (Y/N) asks jokingly. “Um yeah actually…” Janis says blushing a little. Wait Janis is blushing? (Y/N) smirks a little. “So what movie should we watch beautiful? (Y/N) asks trying to be flirty. Janis is now blushing a lot. “Um uh whatever you want to watch” Janis says trying to hide her blush while logging into her computer. They put on a movie, snuggling close, REALLY CLOSE. (Y/N) lays on Janis’ exposed shoulder, absentmindedly drawing patterns on Janis’ thigh. Janis is no longer focused on the movie. Her breath catching in her throat. “Um (Y/N)?” Janis says feeling a little brave. “Yes, beautiful?” (Y/N) says making eye contact with Janis. Janis looks at (Y/N)’s eyes then lips then back to her eyes. “Oh?” (Y/N) says blushing. “C-can I kiss you?” Janis says hesitantly. “Yes please” (Y/N) says, starting to lean in. Janis leans in connecting their lips. The kiss is soft but passionate. They both pull away for air. “Woah” Janis says blushing. “Can we um do that again” (Y/N) asks shyly. “Oh absolutely” Janis says pulling (Y/N) in for a slightly rougher, needier kiss. (Y/N)’s body reacts before her brain and she lets out a small moan. Blushing and pulling away when she realizes what she did. “Oh you like that don’t you baby?” Janis says. The pet name sends an electrifying sensation through out (Y/N)’s body and a tingling sensation in there core. “Call me that again” (Y/N) says sounding needy. “Can I kiss you again baby?” Janis says smirking. (Y/N) pulls Janis in for a needy kiss completely forgetting about the movie. The needy kids turns into a full blown make out session. They both start getting a little handsy. Janis pauses “are you sure you want this baby? We don’t have to do more if you don’t want to?” (Y/N) rolls her eyes and lets out a small chuckle. “I want this, I really want this, I want you Janis.” Janis blushes and kisses (Y/N)’s lips, then her neck, slipping her hands under (Y/N)’s sweater. “Hmm can we take this off I wanna see your beautiful body baby” Janis says. (Y/N) very quickly takes off her sweater. “Ooo that needy are you?” Janis jokes. “shut up and kiss me pretty girl” (Y/N) says wrapping her arms around the back of Janis’ head to bring her closer. “Mmm” Janis hums pulling (Y/N) on to her lap. Once again pulling away for air, (Y/N) tugs at Janis’ shirt, “can you please take this off, I wanna kiss you all over” Janis very quickly takes off her shirt and (Y/N) slowly pushes her down so she’s laying on her back with (Y/N) straddling her. (Y/N) slow kisses Janis neck, earning a moan from Janis. Kissing further down till she reaches the waist band of Janis’ pants, “May I?” (Y/N) asks, Janis nods shyly. “No sweetheart I need words” (Y/N) says hands on Janis’ thighs waiting for verbal confirmation. “please mmm please just fuck me” Janis whimpered desperately. (Y/N) moaned, taking off Janis’ pants, see in the wet spot forming on her underwear. Seeing this made (Y/N)’s walls clench around nothing. “Mm look at you” (Y/N) hummed. Janis sat up “let’s get your pants off too” taking off (Y/N)’ pants, they both admired each other’s naked bodies for a second. (Y/N) brought Janis in for a passionate kiss causing them both to moan in sync. (Y/N) looked at Janis, pupils blown with lust, unable to form words letting out a needy moan.

Janis’ hand found it’s way to (Y/N)’s clothed clit, slowly circling it with her thumb. (Y/N)’s hips bucked desperately needing more. “Needy needy girl” Janis said kissing the girl squirming underneath her. Slowly pulling off (Y/N)’s underwear not breaking eye contact. Playing with her folds to collect some of (Y/N)’s wetness then inserting a finger into her tight hole. (Y/N) moaned loudly, it felt amazing. “You think you can handle two fingers princess?” Janis questioned. “Mmm fuck yeah” (Y/N) mumbled. Janis started steadily pumping two fingers in and out of (Y/N) while also circling her clit. The stimulation was about to send (Y/N) over the edge “J-Janis mmm I’m gonna uuuuuhhh-“ (Y/N)’s walls clenching “cum princess, cum for me” Janis said sweetly. (Y/N) came hard a brain fogging orgasm. “Mmm J…can I return the favor now” (Y/N) asked drawing circles on Janis’ thigh, causing Janis’ breath to hitch in her throat “mmm yeah princess what do you wanna do to me” (Y/N) slowly kissed down Janis’ body, “you know I’m feeling a little hungry” (Y/N) said with a smirk, licking a long slow gentle lick between Janis’ folds sending shivers down the girl’s back “oh fuck please yes” Janis mumbles over come by pleasure. As (Y/N) ate out Janis she started to pull (Y/N)’s head closer needing more contact. “(Y/N) mmm you’re so uuuuhhhh mmm I’m gonna cummm” Janis moaned loudly. “Cum for me sweetheart cum all over my face” (Y/N)’s words sent vibrations through Janis’ core making her see stars and cum hard and fast. (Y/N) licked up all of Janis’ juices then pulling her into a kiss so she could taste herself. Janis moaned into the kiss. “That was amazing, mind blowing, you’re really good” Janis said slightly out of breath. (Y/N) smirked and blushed “you’re really good too…j?” (Y/N) sounded a little worried. “Was this just like a one time thing or…” Janis thought (Y/N) was absolutely adorable for asking this. “Hmm I don’t know baby…do you want it to be a one time thing?” “NO I mean no” (Y/N) says trying to play it off. “Janis, will you be my girlfriend” says (Y/N) very quickly. Janis kisses (Y/N) “absolutely, I would love to be you girlfriend” (Y/N) giggles a little “hmm girlfriend can we cuddle and watch a Disney movie” Janis jokes, “like this or do we need clothes” (Y/N) thinks for a minute, “like this” tangling their legs together and kissing her girlfriend. Janis plays with (Y/N)’s hair. “(Y/N)?” Janis whispers. “Yeah?” (Y/N) answers slightly confused. Janis kisses her. (Y/N) smiles and blushes. They cuddle closer as they both slowly doze off towards the end of the movie.

A/N: this is my first time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad lol

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elain x lucien | warnings: none really, except for a fight between siblings and sad thoughts | masterlist | ao3

Lucien is woken by the sound of puking. It is now two days after having returned to the Mortal Lands and Elain has spent most – rather all – of her time inside her room. It has either been Lucien or Vassa who brought her food during these days, she always politely thanked them and then disappeared again. Lucien gathers that she either wants to return back home (to the Night Court) or that she just needs more time.

He is almost sure it is the first option.

The walls in the manor are very thin, allowing just the smallest of sounds to slip right through the cracks. And while he has to admit that Elain‘s presence here irritates him more than expected, Lucien also knows he can’t stay in bed. The tug on his chest is almost dragging him out of the sheets, pulling him towards her. His heart is racing in his chest with… her emotions.

My mate. My mate. My mate. She needs  me. His soul seems to sing and won’t stop. Groaning loudly, he flops onto his back, kicking down the sheets with his legs which leaves his body, his naked body, fully exposed to the chilly night air crawling in through the half-open window. He can’t sleep with closed windows, not even during winter.

Lucien brings up a hand, wipes it over his forehead and then groans loudly into his palm. He should just stay in bed and let her deal with her problems alone. They have not accepted the bond yet, he has no business going to her room to see what is going on. But this damn bond is also what tells him that he has to go. He can feel her desperation, her agony, her pain, her fear and then he can hear it. Sobbing. 

It is no longer the sound of vomiting that reaches his ears, but rather silent sobs that are full of pain and agony. And Lucien knows he has to check on her. 

His feet move fully on their own accord. He rises from the bed, shrugs on some pants and before he can question his decision, he is standing outside her door. He debates for a mere second if it is a good idea, knowing he will once again be met with her indifference, and yet he knocks. Then he waits. No answer.

His knuckles rasp against the door once again and still no answer. Lucien places his hand on the door handle. “My lady? Are you alright?”

Silence, but with every second that passes the breathy sobs and sniffing become louder and the handle slips from Lucien’s hold, being pulled down. Lucien eyes land on her and his heart breaks. Dressed in a white chemise, her feet bare and hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders, Elain stands before him. The corners of her mouth are downturned, her eyes red and empty. “I am,” she sniffs, and wipes the back of her hand over her nose.

“You are a damn good liar.” Lucien braces one hand on the doorframe, nails digging into the wood, his biceps flexing. Elain irritates him, he can’t put it any other way, and he has no idea how to act around her. React to her presence here. “You want me to take you back?”

“I have only been here for a few days.”

“That wasn’t an answer to my question. You clearly don’t enjoy yourself here. Want me to take you back?.”

“I have never said so, you are drawing wrong conclusions. I haven't even had a chance to fully arrive here yet.” Elain furrows her brow, almost glowering at her mate. Then she takes a step forward. “Why did you even allow me to join you when you want to return me only after a few hours.”“Don’t talk of yourself like you are an object, Elain. It is not my decision to make if I return you or not. It was a mere question because I have noticed that you are not well.”

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[irrealisms]

and by way of honoring the things we once both held dear liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

the Pants Party was one of the first ideas kelardry and i had for pmmm au--back in, like, last october or so--of… in minecraft, not wearing full armor is a major combat disadvantage. in pmmm, not transforming is a major combat disadvantage. magical girl outfits are all skirts and dresses. therefore: pants party. or the PP, for short. they would think this was funny.

one of the main Points of this fic is something i've been turning over in my head for a while, and that's NPPP + 3ht parallels. they're both teams based around intentionally disadvantaging yourself. bacon saying "if they kill me then everyone's gonna call them broke. because when you're at four hearts it's definitely a disadvantage in some ways, but it's nice because-- who's gonna kill you? like, if they kill you they're just a bad person, you know?" & parrot saying "you can kill us however many times you want, but killing someone with no pants on is embarrassing. it shows nothing but your desire to only fight the weak."

and specifically ... parrot says that there were two options, on the NPPP. either you put on pants or you start exploiting. and either way you're not weak anymore. and he's sort of right but he's also sort of wrong. 3ht shows that that's wrong, in the wormhole, with planet on three hearts, bacon unstacking his totems. there is a third option: you can stick with your team until it kills you. you can stay weak and die for it. i did check pmmm to make sure this was canon-accurate but also: planet's dead body is wearing pants because, ultimately, she's more of a symbol of the Pants Party/NPPP spirit than either parrot or spoke at this point. she stayed weak. and, also, the NPPP spirit is dead, both because they all gave up on it & bc if you stay weak you die. spoke and parrot end the fic transformed. planetlord doesn't.

some canon stuff i wanted to include in the fic but didn't quite work in: the fact that spoke shows the control room to everyone because he respects that planet stayed on 3 hearts (that planet stuck by the disadvantage in his team name!). the fact that spoke fed parrot totems and gear throughout the wormhole. the fact that parrot helped spoke stage the dupe war.

another main Point of the fic is just ... looking at planet's death ban at the end of s4, in a setting where the server doesn't immediately end and restart. in a setting where planet is just ... dead, and everyone has to grieve that. the vision of this 13-year-old girl, dead on the pavement, because of what spoke did, and parrot can't bring herself to kill spoke but-- something is irrevocably broken, with that. there's no going back. planetlord is dead, in a world where that can't get reversed, in a world where that means something.

relatedly: the fact that in PMMM au they're all 13-15. this is so important to me and also i think it captures something important about lifesteal to me which is that they're all...very young? obviously PMMM au is younger than canon but it's also higher-stakes than canon in some ways. the dissonance between "these are people who are destroying worlds" and "this is a teenager who thinks naming something 'poopies' is the height of humor" was something i really wanted to draw out, esp in this setting where death is real and widespread destruction kills people. in PMMM au they are doing horrible things and also they are all so fucking tiny. planet and spoke are both 13/seventh graders; parrot is 14/an eighth grader. they're middle schoolers! they're middle schoolers. i sprinkle this in throughout bc it's so crushing to me to imagine.

bonus fact: i have ages, wishes, outfits, and general storyline mapped out for, like......12 different characters. i have a vision for basically all of s4 in this au. almost everything that happened in s4 has a pmmm au equivalent. it's fun. if i were to write anything else in this au it'd proooobably be mapicc & zam--i have a lot of specific mental images there. check out this pmmm zam i commissioned i love her so dearly

i did fudge spoke's wish for this fic though. in the broader au it's actually vitalasy that can grant second wishes/contract girls without involving kyubey, and spoke and ash did Some Bullshit with that. but vitalasy is so very a witch by this point in the timeline & i thought it'd be fun if parrot had the same "i could cheat and kill spoke here with her own exploits" dilemma that canon parrot had.

you dupe witches by taking a familiar out of the witch you're killing, keeping it alive, and then feeding it humans until it becomes juuuust large enough that it's a witch of its own and will drop its own grief seed. rinse and repeat. this is horrendously unethical but it CAN get you a ridiculous number of grief seeds quicker and more easily than fighting witches normally! i love lifestealers.

i'm proud of the line "She can’t walk forward without stepping over Planetlord’s corpse." . it is up there with planetlord wearing pants in terms of Blatantly Symbolic Imagery.

the title comes from Unmasked! by the Mountain Goats. in general i really like Beat the Champ + Lifesteal. something about the showmanship of it all. as far as Unmasked! specifically ... there's something about finales and losing your secrets and, worse, losing your gimmick. about parrot's triple agenting and spoke's social engineering. about knowing each other and fighting each other and saying goodbye.

[deemizer]

The Selfish and the Selfless

Warnings: adhd and autism talk, typical criminal minds violence possible idk, insecurities? panic attack mentions and one experience, though idk how to describe what i go through since feelings are foreign to me.

Parings: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

A/N: i got high and realized my adhd is worse and better when i'm this relaxed. idk man, i was cleaning and thought of this. i base most of the reader's issues as how i perceive them, though with my (possible autism since i haven't been professionally diagnosed) i don't understand what feelings are happening, like i need an owner's manual to navigate, understand and name each feeling. sorry, long rant, but in my defense, i'm high. idk if virgina has legalized marijuana or not, but let's just pretend the did for the sake of this fic.

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Dating Aaron Hotchner was nice. Great, even. You often had doubts about why he loved you, especially since you started feeling constantly on edge, skin itchy, kinda uncomfortable. You knew why, but you wouldn't risk Aaron finding out. You didn't want to make him decide whether he wants Jack around weed or not, so you stopped smoking to relax just a couple of days before you went on your first date with Aaron. It's been a little over a month (38 days, 23 minutes, and 56, 57, 58 seconds, but who's counting?) and knowing Aaron's career and abilities that come with the job, you figure he knew something was wrong the minute the withdraws starting hitting you.

Not working at the BAU was probably a good thing, as people raising their voice often makes you go into a panic attack. You started working from home, doing a third shift computer job. That way, if Aaron ever needs an emergency babysitter, you're open. You can take him to school, sleep, go pick him up, and have a fun night before bed with the baby Hotchner, then go back to work again.

Jack loved your American Staffordshire Terrier, Layla. She was so gentle with Jack, and like you, she protects Jack like he is her own son. Aaron was weary about Layla given he hadn't been around many bully breed dogs, but the second he walked into the door, Layla chose him as her new person. She still protected you, but he was her favorite. And she typically didn't like men besides your grandfather .

You had had enough, and since you knew Aaron shouldn't be around as he was at work and probably wouldn't be home till well into the night, and Jack was with Jessica today and tomorrow, you took a couple of hits from the Snail battery and the highly potent cartridge. You haven't done so in so long, that even though you had medication that slowed the effect for a good ten minutes, you could already tell the high was going to be good. Layla walked behind you as you walked around the house, randomly moving on from chore to chore without finishing the previous, bopping your head along to the speaker you have for your spotify playlist.

You had given Aaron and Jack a key to your two bedroom house, which is probably why you didn't hear Aaron walk in, nor did you realize that Layla was no longer behind you. Hands wrap around you from behind, and you squeak loudly and flinch slightly as you startle.

"What the- Aaron! You scared the shit outta me!" You pant, forgetting about the hits and the more twitchy you are with a full body and mind relaxation.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare... you. What's that smell?" Aaron starts sniffing the air, and you can almost feel your face drain of color.

"Uh, what smell?" You ask, trying to keep your voice even. Attempting to take a step back, though Aaron's grip on your forearms stops you and draws his attention to you.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows raise slightly in concern, though his frown deepens.

You can start to feel your breath quicken, as though you've been holding your breath for far too long. Your arms start to clench up, and cross to hold your chest. Hands forming a tight, white-knuckle fist, and your shoulders tense up to your ears.

"I uh, I'm sorry," Your voice is weak, and you start to tear up from both panic and embarrassment. This is the last thing you wanted to show him.

"Why are you sorry? Are you," He pauses, eyes working up and down to profile you. "You have autism."

You almost snort, forgetting your panic for a second. ADHD and being high does that to you. "Yeah. I told you on our second date. When we had a movie night at yours with Jack."

"You don't usually react this much. What happened? Are you okay?" His words cause you to sigh. Might as well get this over with.

"I smoke marijuana sometimes, when I'm overly stressed, or need a day to relax, go to sleep. Plus, with ADHD and autism, there's a thing called masking. I've done it for my entire life, without knowing I was masking, and without being able to take off the mask. So when I'm high, it calms my mind enough so that I can't wear the mask, and then in turn get to enjoy in having ADHD and autism, because it feels more natural. I stopped because of you and Jack. I could do without getting high so I didn't risk losing either of you. You mean more than my unmasking. I don't change my personality, other than shy till I know you, type of deal. Just the tics, forgetting words immediately, doing random things." You take a breath, which is shaky. You start to loosen slightly, given the fact that his frown has almost become a thin line. He doesn't seem angry, that of which you could tell.

You keep your hands gripping the opposite shoulder, but most everything else looses tension. He seems to sense the anxiety and relief, because he tries to smile, succeeding in only lifting one corner of his lips.

"Honey, I appreciate the thought of keeping Jack away from it, but that doesn't mean you have to stop feeling comfortable with yourself. I don't really mind, though we can discuss the details later. Is that the reason you've been slightly down lately?" You bite your lips and nod at his question, looking down to your feet that touch Aaron's toes in his work shoes.

"I uh, thought that if you couldn't be with me because of it, I would stop and it wouldn't bother me. I haven't been in a good state of mind, and I didn't really know how you'd react. I can't really judge things like that anyway. I just didn't want to loose the one good thing I feel like I've earned. Being lonely and touch starved really messes with one's mind. Being an introvert doesn't help either." You scratch your neck, kind of nervous to look up.

His hand comes up to your jaw, and you lean into it, the nerves firing with his touch. Being high makes your senses more sensitive.

"I don't mind, if this is what makes you feel happier, and more comfortable." Aaron says, thumb rubbing your cheek softly.

Smiling inro his hand and nuzzling your nose into the heel, you say, "I promise I won't do it all the time. I usually just do it when I'm alone, so I can be free and not bother anyone. I won't ever do it in front of or be around him when I'm high. It's not an escape, just something for the really off days."

"I know, you don't need to worry about that. You're too selfless to worry about yourself when Jack or I are around. I'm just glad to know you do stuff for yourself." He pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on your head, and his arms around your shoulders. His touch feels so relaxing and warm, and you just melt into him.

Thank whatever power above that Aaron fell for you just as you did for him. There's nothing you wouldn't do for your boys. Seems the feeling is mutual.