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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Terra x Female!Keyblade Student!Reader: Sprain

Summary: Your first kiss isn’t as magical as you were led to believe either.

Rating/Tags: All (Not Canon Compliant; Pre-Birth by Sleep; heavy exposition; mutual crushing; keyblade training; Master Eraqus & Reader; Aqua & Ven & Terra & Reader)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Sprain

Keyblade Knighthood sounded pretty magical to little kids on distant worlds, visited suddenly by men in white to tell these children that they were destined for greater things. Your head continued to spin with dreams and ideas even after your parents had you packed up and shipped off to the Land of Departure. And magic, as it turned out, was a part of Keyblade Knighthood...but so were sweat and tears and a lot of lectures about the nature of light and dark.

At the age of sixteen, all of those things seemed commonplace. Your visions of traversing galaxies and saving the day no longer plagued you–at least not as often or as badly as your many nights of cramming for surprise tests on spells. Being a knight was about as tedious as any other occupation might have been back on your home world, with the one exception of a certain someone you wouldn’t have met if you had stayed there.

“Oi, [Name]! What’re you doing?” called a masculine voice from behind you.

You turned quickly away from the courtyard fountain to glare at the owner of the voice. How had Terra even found you here? Ignoring the fact that the Land of Departure was the size of a flea, you meant.

“I’m taking a break,” you answered as he approached.

The look on his face did not bode well for said break, you could tell that already. It had not been all that long ago that you’d finally managed to escape Terra and now here he was all over again. Sure enough, his smile only grew when he got to the space in front of you to grab your hand.

“You can’t take a break yet,” he said. “We’re not finished.”

A groan escaped you before you could stop it. Since the cat of your lack of enthusiasm was out of the bag (if it had ever been in the bag to begin with), you tugged your hand free of Terra’s to sink onto the fountain’s rim. You pressed your face into your palms, then said in a muffled voice, “I’m done, Terra.”

As usual, he was prompt with his rebuttal: “Come on. Don’t be like that.”

With a snort, you forced your head up to look at him. The battle was lost the second your eyes met his, but it would be better for everyone involved if Terra didn’t find that out. His ego was huge enough as it was.

“Don’t be like what?” you sighed.

This was one of your many mistakes. Maybe if you hadn't asked, you would have been permitted to spend the rest of the day alone. Terra grinned before plopping down next to you, careful to shove you over as he did so. Needless to say, this did not improve your mood. Neither did his answer:

“Like you always are.” He must have been able to feel your annoyance because he bumped his shoulder against yours as he went on, “Aqua, Ven, and Master Eraqus won’t be home for another few hours. Don’t you want to have something to show for our time when they get back?”

“Honestly? I’d rather sleep while Master Eraqus isn’t around to wake me up with reminders about how the Darkness is lazy. Don’t you ever get tired?”

After all, he’d woken you up at the crack of dawn not for breakfast, not to watch the sunrise, but to declare that you would be spending all day together…training. Not exactly the most romantic day alone with Terra you could imagine.

“How can I? Our Mark of Mastery exam is coming up! Just two more weeks. I don’t understand how you can sleep at all,” he said.

Unfortunately, the due date was accurate. Finally you were close enough to visiting home that you could practically taste it–if you could pass your test, that was.

“I’m trying not to think about it,” you said tersely.

This only caused Terra to turn the force of his encouragement up another dozen notches. He was on his feet again quicker than you could blink, and smiling like the sun once more.

“Nothing for you to be worried about. Not if you help with me sparring this afternoon, anyway. What if I fail because I didn’t get enough practice? Do you really want that on your conscience?” he asked.

Another dramatic groan was your reply, but you also stuck both your arms out in front of you. “Fine, but only until the others come home for dinner. I’m not staying up until midnight stabbing at you with a stick again.”

“Deal.”

Terra grabbed your hands with no further prompting, and soon you were flying after him, laughing as you raced back toward the training field and away from the cobblestone fountain where you had gone to avoid him in the first place. After a morning of mock fighting, you were already scraped up, singed, and in dire need of a cure spell. If there was one person in the multiverse that you would willing go another round with in this condition, it was Terra. No one else could get you to enjoy all the dodging and ducking and lunging. Only him.

“Don’t go easy on me,” he reminded you as you both took up your positions for what felt like the hundredth time that day alone.

“I never do,” you said, picking up your lovingly-crafted wooden keyblade, then swinging at him without warning. The sparring session started up just where the last one ended.

Aqua, Terra, and Ventus were your three closest friends. They had to be; there were no other children in the Land of Departure, and you had left those of your childhood on your home world years ago. Between you and Terra, though, things were different. You didn’t quite understand how. All you did know was that you didn’t hold hands, sit close, or fall asleep on the floor together after a long night of studying with Aqua or Ven–and you were pretty sure Terra didn’t either. Whatever you had with him, it wasn’t easily defined, perhaps because you had a sneaking suspicion Master Eraqus wouldn’t be happy if you tried to find that definition.

But that was what you were working toward, wasn’t it? Just a few more days, and you could leave, see your parents again, travel the world with Terra at your side, and never hear another lecture on emotions from your master. If that was your reward, then a handful of hours more of Terra and you beating each other black and blue didn’t seem so bad.

“Ah!”

You froze as Terra dropped to the grassy ground, clutching at his own wrist.

“Terra!” Your practice blade was tossed aside with little ceremony as you crouched next to your partner. He shot you a thin smile, which only served to make you frown before gently helping him to his feet. “You okay?”

“Fine.” He laughed at look on your face. “Really, [Name]. I think you sprained my wrist.”

When he lifted his arm, you saw that Terra’s wrist was indeed swollen and red. Maybe the right reaction would have been to fuss over his injury. Instead, you let go with a scowl.

“Me? You sprained your wrist, you big baby. I didn’t ask to have another go.”

“Baby!” Terra repeated indignantly.

You stuck your nose in the air and turned your back on him. “I thought you’d been seriously hurt. How do you expect to earn your Mark of Mastery if you fall over crying because you hurt your wrist?”

The thing was, you knew Terra was teasing you. Much to Master Eraqus’s chagrin, you had never grown into the ideal, serene keyblade wielder that Aqua had. No one knew that better than Terra. He loved to get a rise out of you, especially when your instructor wasn’t around to correct either of your behaviors. You really had been worried about hurting him, though, so when he sighed and put his uninjured hand on your shoulder, you still weren’t in any hurry to forgive him.

“Okay, okay. It did hurt,” he said. “But look. All I need is you to cure me, and I’ll be good as new.”

This you pretended to consider and reject in due course. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” you said again, twisting around to face him.

He looked just as shocked as you had expected him to, which was something of a thrill. As tempting as it was to crack a smile, however, you decided to continue teasing him for just a little while longer.

“But how can I train with a sprained wrist?” he protested.

“Heal it yourself.”

“I can’t even hold my keyblade!”

“Good. Maybe I can get a break from fighting you for a few days.”

“[Name]!”

Finally, a smile broke out wide across your face. Now Terra simply looked bewildered as he watched you double over with laughter.

“I’m kidding, Ter!” This confession appeared to do little to impress him. Still grinning, you held out one hand. “Give me your arm.”

“I don’t think I want to anymore.”

“Terra.”

“Fine.”

Sure, he frowned when he gently plopped his arm back into your grip, but you could tell he was just playing, too. His playing had never brought him quite so close to you before, though–at least, not his face. Summoning your keyblade forgotten, you stared up at him into those familiar blue eyes. Terra cocked his head slightly to the side, obviously confused by your lack of action. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were thinking too hard to actually speak.

Without actively making the decision, you made the decision. It must have been pure instinct driving you to jump forward to get your lips against his, since you certainly didn’t have anyone else around to teach you the finer points of kissing. You figured it couldn’t be too difficult a skill to master–no more difficult than Aero, surely–when you felt Terra’s soft lips meet yours.

Unfortunately, you misjudged how much power to put behind your leap. The next thing you felt was a sharp pain on your mouth.

“Augh!”

It was not just Terra that collapsed to the ground this time. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you clutched at your bleeding lips…and heard, from somewhere behind you, the distinct sound of Terra’s laughter. You whirled around to see him laughing. Laughing! At your first kiss! He only laughed harder at your expression of horror.

“I think–I think you sprained my lips!” he managed to choke out between guffaws.

Sure enough, your life was so un-magical that even your first kiss had to turn out to be a dud. Hadn’t Master Eraqus seen to that the first day he met you?

And your master didn’t stop his attempts at life ruining there. Upon arriving home and finding you and Terra in such a condition, he set Aqua and Ven to healing up Terra while you accompanied your teacher to an empty room for a long talk on “the birds and the bees.” If Terra thought he’d be getting another try at kissing you after he managed to dodge that bullet, well…he had another thing coming, and that thing would not be a second kiss.

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theblueflower05 · 2 years

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The Sweetest Sylaung

A/N: So I def didn’t mean to write a novel long Neteyam smut story but here we are. Debating on making this a mini series. Also the anon that requested a “curvy” reader insert- here ya go!(she’s also an Augustine- buttttt you can only see that if you squint lol)

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: This is smut. Pure smut. Please don’t read if it is not your jam. You are in charge of cultivating your own online experience, you’ve been warned!

Pairing: Aged Up! Neteyam x Human!Curvy!Reader

Summary: After an “accidental” romp in the forest, you do your best to avoid Neteyam. It’s for everyone’s good, or so you’ve convinced yourself.

“I’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans. That’s my man”- Willow, Taylor Swift

The kaleidoscope of colors explode under your eyes in endless patterns and shapes as you look over the sample of Pandora flora under the heavy duty microscope. This particular piece of the Moons terra had never been discovered before, only blooming at what you estimated to be every ten or so years, under the right monsoon like conditions

At least that’s what you had discovered so far.

The flower, which sprouted into a berry, and then dissipated into a moss like cluster of microorganisms all within its short life cycle had turned into your passion project. You we’re doing your thesis on it, the last step in getting your Masters.

You’d gone through schooling on a computer screen, guided by the greatest minds on Earth that had relocated to Pandora. Scientists of all fields who you’d grown up around. None of them had been surprised when you’d picked up botany. Xenobotany to be exact.

It was in your blood.

The desk your at shakes violently- disturbing your precision like focus. Breaking you straight out of your zone.

“Ugh” you groan, frustrated, raising your head, eyes narrowing at the culprits.

Spider, Lo’ak and Kiri freeze like deers in the headlights of your fury. Spiders arm raised, a wad of paper balled up in his hand, aimed to shoot. He lowers it slowly as the weight of your your heavy gaze zero’s in.

“Sorry, cu-”

“I told you guys, if you cant behave to get the fuck out” You seethe. Your nerves are paper thin anyway. Too much screen time frying your brain something fierce as you focused in on your studies. “Is that not what I said, verbatim?”

“You need to chill. You’ve been so high strung lately. Come hang out with us” Lo’ak suggests smooth and unhelpful. As usual. “When was the last time you left the lab?”

You roll your eyes and bite your tongue, trying not to say anything to scalding to the surprisingly sensitive Sully brother. “No thanks. I’ve gotta focus”

“Maybe Lo’aks right” Kiri starts, her face screwing up as she speaks “Eywa that sounds wrong. Nevermind, My brother is never right- but you should come hang out with us. Let’s go swimming- the watering hole is over flowing from the storms”

The deep sigh through your nose isn't calming, even though you pretend it is. You know they mean well, in the most annoying way. That you’d been buried in books and paperwork in the lab for the past couple months.

Hiding from the outside world within the thick walls of Hell’s Gate.

“Can’t. This is important, Kir- but why don’t you guys head down there? Its closer to Home Tree and its almost curfew anyway” two birds, one stone. Its a smart suggestion- but Kiri’s face falls, shoulders sagging and ears lowing. That look had always gotten you-

“I cant today, but maybe tomorrow? The samples are too fresh and I don't want to put them on ice…But I think Max made those Yovo cookie things” That’s only half of the truth, but luckily Kiri’s always been understanding.

She grabs your elbow in her long fingers and tugs you along.

The mess hall had seen better days, but the large open space still tends to be the meeting ground for the humans that were allowed to stay and inhabit the moon. With twelve foot tall ceilings and airtight exits and windows that lead out to the Avatar Program training yards. Its a common room of sorts, a place where everyone gathers. For meals, for mismatched Holidays. But mostly for gossip.

I mean, what else is there to do?

Like currently, you’re deeply engrossed in the story that Doctor Martinez’s, Xeno-Zoologist is recounting. All dramatics and dirty intimate details “It’s true, they’re gonna bring it before Mo’at and everything”

He’s talking about Trevino and Eital’i.

Everyone had heard the whispers, seen the not so subtle signs. The main Radio Tower operator had turned during the resistance, had fought beside Jake and had been allowed to stay on Pandora- better stuck on a foreign planet then thrown in a familiar jail cell. Trevino’s a cool guy, really.

A cool guy who had been sleeping with a Na’vi woman, apparently. The two had kept it under wraps, really private. No one could pin down how or when it happened,,,but to go to the clan’s Tsahik seeking a mating blessing? That’s major.

“You’re lying” you accuse in a gasp as the table breaks into whispers, all wide eyes and shaking heads. “They’re going to mate?...How?”

“It’s not like it hasn't happened before” Another scientist chimes in casually. Like it’s a known thing.

Which it kind of is.

Taboo, yes. But not unheard of, more like untalked about.

Humans and the Na’vi of the forest had lived in close quarters since the overthrow of the RDA. Jake, the standing Olo’eyktan, just had a little too much homosapien in him. Yeah, he’d survived the soul transfer and fully inhabited his blue body- but he never quite grew out of his human roots.

It had been hard, lots of politicking and good grace shown on both parts, but somehow, like all biomes in the vast perma green forest, all had learned to live in harmony. Most Omitikaya kept their distance. Very hesitant about the human presence. They had every right to be scared, hostile. Scarred by man and its weapons and its destruction.

Others had been raised in close proximity to Grace’s school. Had become accustomed to the nearly two decade long human presence on Pandora. Curious and accepting.

You’d heard about interspecies hookups.

Locker room talks that left your ears burning and your heart racing. It usually came from members of the Avatar Program- It tends to set a precedent, when the quote on quote “royal family” of the Omiticaya is a Jarhead and a native woman.

Na’vi are gorgeous, tall and lean but humanoid enough to be familiar…you’re not exactly sure what they see in humans but you know damn well what you guys see in them.

“How do you think that works? The…physicality of it all I mean. Trevino doesn't have an Avatar. How do they fuck-”

You’re not the only one zoning out from the conversation and it’s lewd turn.

You watch Kiri watch Spider and your heart aches for her. What they have is secret, delicate and forbidden. As a woman with high standing in the clan, you knew that her feelings for the boy wouldn't go anywhere. Couldn't.

When they we’re kids, it was cute. Now that they 're both technically adults, it was just plain stupid.

You tell her of the fact, often.

Kiri tells you to stop projecting.

———

The Sully Kid’s are always late. It’s like no matter how hard they try, they cant make curfew. You throw on an Exopack, hurrying them to the fence.

“Yeah, yeah okay mom. Take it easy” Lo’ak shrugs huffily as you yank hard on his arm. “I’m going, Y/N!”

“Not fast enough you strumbeast’s ass! You’re gonna get me into trouble, who do you think your dad’s gonna blame when you guys end up back at Home Tree super late again? Norm chewed me out for that shit last time!” You man handle the much taller than you alien.

Kiri and Spider a few leagues in front of you, already at the mouth of the giant fence. They’re awkward, not in their usual synched steps. You wonder how much of that conversation earlier had gone to their heads?

You’re bickering with Lo’ak, an extremely normal occurrence. He can be a real douche. and had been kind of insufferable lately. You think its nerves about his impending Iknamaya.

So engrossed with getting them on their way home that you don't even notice him until it’s too late.

Neteyam is a skilled hunter, through and through. The youngest in the clan to ever make a kill. Swift and quiet. Beloved.

But around you he feels out of his element. Clunky and awkward, no matter how hard he tries to play it off its like you can see right through him. Its scary and thrilling, sets his stomach alive with butterflies everytime. This is no different.

Showing up to Hell’s Gate to retrieve his siblings was something he had done since he was a child.

He’d used to bleed hours away playing with them at the scientists fortress, but as he had gotten older and his responsibilities had grown heavier- he had little time for it. Still, when ever his parents would send him out on a one man search party to bring them home, he’d jump at the chance.

At the hope of seeing you.

You’re arguing with his little brother, trying not to laugh at something he said and Neteyam knows. He knows he shouldn't feel jealous but he just cant help it. Cant help the acidic twist of his insides.

Especially when he chirps out his family's familiar call, letting his presence be known.

And watches that pretty smile fall right off of your face.

“You’re late, as usual” His voice has a stern edge. It’s annoying, the role he has to play. Kiri is a woman grown, Lo’ak just weeks away from being the same. He doesnt blame them for the way their feathers bristle, almost viscerally.

“Ah, big brother you didn't have to come all this way to get us” Kiri reassures, patting Neteyam on the chest good naturedly. “We we’re just about to be on our way”

Neteyam notices the way you try to look anywhere else but him. It stings because he cant stop looking at you, cant pry his eyes away from your form.

“You all should start heading back before dad notices” Neteyam starts. His father had been busy as of late, harvest season abundant and fruitful this year because of the heavy rain season “I’ll catch up, I need to speak with Norm”

“What? Dad cant use the coms now, he has to send his messenger” Lo’ak’s nose scrunches a little, always questioning. On a normal day it wouldn't affect Neteyam so much, just a normal jab from his snot nosed little brother.

Not today. Not when he’s stretched so thin. Not when you refuse to look at him but are staring at the side of Lo’ak fat head. It feels wrong, makes his skin heat up to the point that it feels itchy and tight.

“That's none of your concern. Head back to Home Tree. Now” He doesn't normally throw his weight around. But he feels the need to puff up big in front of you “Those are orders. Get out of here”

Lo’ak’s less offended and more surprised. One of his oh so human eyebrows cocks, a sly remark in his throat before he scoffs. “Aye, Aye Captain Kiss Ass. C’mon Kiri let's go. See you later Spider, Y/N”

He deuces up Spider, gives Y/N a pat on her small shoulder and glares harshly at his brother before he disappears into the thick brush of the jungle.

Kiri wraps her arms around you in a strong hug, muttering about ‘swimming’ and ‘promises’. The small impish smile she shoots Spider gives YOU butterflies so you don't blame the way he swoons, before she’s off behind her younger brother.

“I can go find Norm for you, bro. I think he’s still out in his Avv, but Max can radio him back in” Spider is none the wiser. Doesn't notice the heavy tension that simmers on a low bubble. Oblivious, as usual.

“Yeah, sure” Neteyam replies, barely sparing the human boy a glance. He’d feel bad for it later, when he could form coherent thought. When his brain wasn't on Y/N issued override.

Spider chatters, good natured. He never got to see the Olo’eyktan in training anymore. He missed his homie.

“Well, I should be heading back. You guys have a good rest of your night-” You’re already turning on your heels when you make the announcement, eager to get back inside. Back behind the safe walls of the lab- far away from Neteyam.

“No”

Neteyam who stares at you with all too knowing eyes. He looks straight through you like he can see through your clothes, through your thinly veiled escapism attempts. He reaches out, wraps his long fingers around the top of your arm and tugs you back to him. Gentle, but very firm.

He doesn't have to say it- it’s written all over his face. Not this time. He’s not going to let you run away from him.

“Netey-” You start in a whine, tugging on his hold. He doesnt relent, if anything his fingers tighten as his eyes narrow. Dangerous, desperate.

“Just talk to me” it’s a barely concealed plea, his tail twitches anxiously behind him “I'm just asking for five minutes. Please Y/N”

Spiders oblivious, yes. Stupid? No. He doesnt know exactly what's going on between the two of you but has clued into the fact that it’s heavy and he wants no part of it.

The excuse he makes is shit- he’ll just go find Norm. Yeah… he’s so out of there.

“What is wrong with you?” You hiss as you watch Spiders awkward, quick retreating form. Eyes flickering over the empty for now training yards “So much for keeping it lowkey, huh? Could you be anymore obvious?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Neteyam is almost shaking with disbelief “What the fuck is wrong with you? You havent talked to me in over a month. Everytime I make any kind of attempt you bolt. I dont-” He sighs, pinching the wide bridge of his nose with the hand that isnt holding onto you.

He looks tortured. Tired. Run a little ragged.

Beautiful.

“I don't know what I did? If this is about that day in the forest-”

You sigh at his words, once again pulling on his hold. Shaking your head desperately because you can't.

You can't talk about it. Fuck, you’ve been trying not to even think about it.

And failing as you replay the event over and over again the darkness of your bunk. Hyper fixating on the way that his lips had felt against yours. Oh the way that his big hands had worked your body over

“Don’t” you whisper “Please don’t”

You’d never been one to beg for pity, for mercy but that’s what you do now. Beg him to let you out of his tight clutches. Metaphorically and physically.

“You’re all I can think about” It's a gutted admittance, but Neteyam makes it all the same “That night- I can’t sleep. I can barely eat- I’m falling behind on my duties because I keep coming back here. Standing outside this fence and waiting for you. I know you could hear me over the coms, right?”

And you could, a few weeks or so ago.

When he’d begged you to come out. To come speak to him. His voice so appealing that you’d almost caved. You’d had to turn off your receiver. Had sat with your head in your hands for hours as you fought the urge to crawl to him, knees raw and your bloody heart on a platter only he could divulge in.

He shuffles closer, all lean strong muscle. Firm, unmovable. “You heard me”

“Of course I did”

“And you still left me out here” He scoffs, head shaking slightly as his adams apple bobs, his ears are pinned to the sides of his head in obvious distress “I could never do that shit to you.”

“One of us needs to be the adult in this situation” Your voice is as strong as you can make it. Trying to speak reason on to both of you “We can pretend it never happened and go back to the way that things were before. You’re my friend, Tey”

You reach up, stroking at his wrist. Trying to soften him enough for him to let this go. Let you go.

He’s trying to control his breathing, all that training for all of those years for what? One fragile human girl to make him completely unspool? To lose any and all composure he’d worked so hard to gain.

He was always the adult, in all situations. Had been born with a neck cramping crown on his head. Shrouded in pressurized glory.

“If this is me being childish, so be it. Where has pretending gotten you, huh? Look at you, yawntutsyìp. you look so tired. When was the last time you slept? Kiri says you spend days in the lab without resting”

His hands, both of them, come up to cup your face. Huge and calloused. Yet he holds you like you're something precious. A small animal, a rare gem. His whole entire world since he was just a boy.

Neteyam thumbs at the cool glass of your mask, tenderly. The bags under your eyes are sunken and bruised. “Don’t shut me out”

Your body, in its entirety, clenches at his words. Velvet and sincere. He’s a fucking dream. Your head leans into his hands, neck sagging of its own accord as any and all words of protest leave your weak mind.

He makes you so easy.

“Let me in…I dont want there to be this distance between us anymore” He hisses around the word distance. Hating even having to say it “I want to be inside of you again”

Your plump lower lip gets skewered between your teeth, eyes screwed shut as you remember the last time. Your first ever time being full…you’d dreamt of it every night since it had happened.

If it wasn't for the blasted mask and your need for Earth’s oxygen he’d kiss you. Right here right now. He didn't really give a shit who saw or what they had to say.

Instead pulls you into his chest, lets you wind your arms around his lean middle and bury your chest in his diaphragm. Its as close as he can get you, for now. Makes you cling to him the way that he’d clung to every thought of you for the last weeks.

You wish it was lungfuls of his skin that you were taking as you try to bring yourself down from this abrupt shaky high. You dont get it, how your relationship couldve flipped this hard in such a short time.

He had always just been Neteyam. A shameless flirt yes- but that’s all it was.

“Would you like that?” He questions, hands working through your hair. Fingers light and soothing on your scalp. Massaging the thoughts right out of your head.

“Hmm?”

“If I was inside you again?” He presses on. You can feel the tickle of his long, thin, tail as it wraps around the back of your calf and you groan, digging your nails into his back.

“You’re such an asshole. Stoppppp it” You’re embarrassed and turned on and already feel stupid enough, he doesn't need to rub it in. His chest shakes as he chuckles.

“I’m serious. Tell me you want it-”

“Neteyam! Hey!”

The two of you break apart in an instant. You jump away from him as though struck by lightning. Instantly putting enough distance between you and the Na’vi that maybe, just maybe an onlooker might think that the embrace was friendly.

It’s Norm, having heard that the eldest Sully was looking for him he’d come eagerly.

The smile you plaster on is forced and honestly, Neteyam doesnt fair any better. He’s obviously flustered, just glad that his erection isn't tenting his tweng.

“Spider told me you and your dad are looking for me. I’m not intruding on uh anything, am I?” Norm looks between the two of you.

Your arms are folded tightly over your chest and Neteyam is rubbing at the back of his neck, strong jaw flexing as his teeth grind.

Oh yeah, Norm had definitely interrupted something.

Knows for sure as you scurry away. As Neteyam, always so level headed, has to string together words. Stumbling a little bit as he tries to remember the message that Jake had relayed.

It’s not any of his business, he thinks at the time. He sure didnt want to be the one to shine the light on whatever the hell was going on here. Turning a blind eye to the mysteries of Pandora is the only way to survive the harshest terrain known to man.

———

You dont know that though-

No, you’re spiraling more a little bit as you prepare yourself for bed. Brushing through your thick hair and staring out into space as your mind assaults you with all of the gnarly ‘What If’s’

Norm had seen and he had to know right? Oh god, what if he told Jake?

You balk. Lowering the brush as your eyes bulge out of your head.

What if he told Neytiri?

That's actually a super horrific thought. Like nightmarish. You have a lot of respect for the future Tsahik...

…And a very healthy does of fear. She didnt like humans and made it known. She tolerated them only for her husband's benefit. What if she found out that her eldest son, her golden boy, had fucked one?

You’re freak out is interrupted by static, by the beeping of your com receiver on your night stand.

“Y/N?” its Neteyams muffled voice through the device. You’d ignored it once. You should ignore it again…

“Yeah?” you wonder if he picks up on how shaky you sound through the receiver.

“Tomorrow night meet me at the East Gate. Like when we we’re kids” he’s not really asking. Not demanding either. You could ignore him again, but he has to try.

The line goes silent, quiet for minutes on end.

“Y/N?”

You’re so stupid. “What time?”

You can hear the grin he’s sporting as he replies “0100”

“Got it, over. Good night, Neteyam. Go to sleep”

———

The East Bay is on the other side of the large fortress-like building. It's not that it's forbidden, or anything. but it is deserted. It’s where the military personnel had inhabited, and since most if not all of them had gotten the hard boot off Pandora it was empty as a ghost town in these maze like halls.

When you we’re younger; you’d caught Spider sneaking Kiri and Lo’ak in through the rarely used entrance. You’d demanded the know how, if he didnt want you to rat on him for it. It was a rare occurrence, but the Sully children had all been snuck into Hell’s Gate this way over the years.

You type in the codes, disabling the alarm system in order to usher Neteyam into the pressurized, air lock. You’d toted one of the Avatar Exopacks along for him, they’re heavier then hell but he’d need it.

“Hi” you smile, suddenly shy as the tall Na’vi man stands before you.

That's what he was now. A man, not only in the eyes of his people but as a whole. Broad and muscular, strong. Verile. The next leader of his people. You know that he’s highly desired in his clan. Women fawn over him. Vie for his attention.

It doesnt feel real that he wants to give it to you.

You’re nothing special. Not tall and stunning like the Omaticaya women. Even by Earth’s standards you're short, curvy. Not particularly pretty. Insecurity gnaws at you, as it so often does.

“C’mere” Neteyam urges, boldly yanking you by your waist. Pulling you flush against his body. Grabby and insistent, he wants to feel your bare skin. All plush and soft, hes been dying to taste it since the last time.

Kicking himself over and over for not savoring every bit of your body that you gave to him. He won't make the same mistake again.

He’s not gonna lie, the concrete and metal of the walls inside of Hell’s Gate have always made him a little claustrophobic. But he can't do this outside-

His lips capture yours, demanding and needy from the jump. Big, over powering, he swallows your little chirp of surprise. Devours any and all breath from your lungs. Its messy and so good. You hadn't gotten to kiss him last time.

His mouth tastes amazing, his tongue rough in texture just like you remembered. It grates your lips as you suck on it-

“Hey, slow down a little bit” You giggle as Neteyam paws at your ass, lifting you off the ground until you squirm hard, making him release you “Not here, we can't do this here there’s cameras everywhere”

“I don't care” Neteyam pecks all over your face, trying to recapture your mouth as you avoid him “Let them watch, most of those pervs would like it”

And they would know that you’re his. The thought is beyond heady.

You gasp as his sharp canines ghost over the delicate skin of your neck, nibbling on your pulse point “Please- Neteyam”

You firmly push him away, hand on his chest and maybe if you hadn't cut him off cold turkey he would've given you space. Could've pulled away for a moment to let you say your piece. Instead the idea of letting you pull away even an inch is unbearable to him.

No. instead he tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He hauls loads heavier then you every day, your protests mean little to him. With his free hand he scoops up the Avv Exo Tank,

“Where to, yawntutsyìp?”

Where too is an old conference room. Its as good as any, and Neteyam yanks a couple cushions off the old couch to act as a brace for your head as he lowers you to the floor, flat on your back.

You’re so pretty like this, he tells you of the fact.

With your hair a mess behind you, your face free of that damned mask. Grinning up at him as you rub your thighs together. He wishes he had that camera that his dad liked to take pictures on. He wants this moment of you framed, immortalized.

“I hate sky people clothes” He mutters as he tugs on the hem of your t-shirt. It hides you, hides all that skin he craves.

“You want me to take it off?” You offer eagerly, raising up enough to start peeling the piece of clothing off. You’re bare underneath, completely. Your breasts jiggle as they’re freed, nipples peaked in the cool air-conditioned air.

“Don’t ever put it on again” He demands, taking it from your hands and tossing it across the room. He’s dead serious, but by the way you're giggling you obviously think its a joke.

He can’t help it, he dives in face first. Rubbing against your soft breasts, obsessed with the way they feel. Heavy, pillowy. He drags his tongue across all of your bare skin. From your clavicle to your nipple. You always smell so pretty, but its got nothing on the way you taste. It explodes bright and savory on his tastebuds.

You let him explore, until your spit soaked and shaking. Your panties sticky as your hips search for any kind of friction. “I need you”

“You have me, my love. All of me” your eyes water at his words. At the sincerity. At how much you want them to be true.

You grab one of his hands and drag it down your chest. Past your soft, rounded belly and into your shorts. He grunts as you guide him to where you’re wet and pulsing. Rythmetically clenching around nothing.

He circles your clit, feather light. More of a tease then anything and you want to sob. You’d thought of nothing but this, touched yourself imagining him. “Tey-”

He smiles around a mouthful of nipple,tugging on with his teeth. “I missed you so much”

“Then be nice to me” you plead, trying to shove yourself down on his fingers.

“We’re being nice now? Were you nice to me when you ignored me?” he can't help it, hurt bleeds into his voice. It had been so fucking painful, knowing that you hadnt wanted to see him. To be with him.

“I’m sorry” you whine, grabbing his face, pulling it from your bosom. “I’m so sorry. I was so scared- I’m still scared but I need you”

He lets you cup his cheeks, lets you plant kisses all over him. The bridge of his nose, his eyelids, his cheekbones. You dote on him, gentle and caring and he gorges himself on your love.

“You cant ever do that again, okay?” He shivers as you kiss his ear, running your tongue along the hyper sensitive flesh “If you’re scared you come to me, not run from me. Do you understand?”

You nod, eager. “I promise, Neteyam”

It’s all he needs to hear, that you’re his. That you won't deprive him of your presence ever again. He doesn't know what he’ll do. He’s a little scared of the man he becomes when it comes to you, you’re not the only one frightened by the gravity of your feelings.

“You asked if I wanted you inside me again? Yes. So much. I never knew I could be that full” it’s like you know just what to say. You light him up from the inside. His fingers begin circling your sopping clit again, this time with intent.

It’s blurry, the fact that your lightheaded making it hard to think. To track what he’s doing to you because somehow Neteyam seems to be everywhere at once. His big body all encompassing as he takes you.

“No-no marks, baby” You try to remind him and his blazing eyes zero in on you in a glare “you know we cant…not where they can see”

You’re right, and he hates it. He’ll just have to mark you where only you can see. Where you can look at your self and be reminded that you belong to someone. That you belong to him.

He doesn't have the patience, cant stop his hands from shaking- the tear of your shorts and panties echos around the room as he removes any barriers between him and the heat at the apex of your thighs.

You cant help the thrill it sends down your spine. He’d…ripped your panties off. You thought shit like this only existed in bad Earth made Porn that you’d found on one of the labs computers.

“Sorry, sorry” his apology is far from sincere though and you can't help but giggle, patting his braids fondly.

The fingerfucking is rough, your wines and moans spilling from you as he hits spots inside of you that make you want to curl up. It’s too good. Too much-

You screech, back bowing as he bends to kiss you, loud and sloppy, right on your wet clit. His big head burrows between your thigs as he delves on your cunt, his long rough textured tongue lapping at the fat puffy lips. The texture difference has both of you groaning.

It’s heartbreakingly good, the kind of good that you’ll never be able to forget. That you’ll crave and need for the rest of your life. Addictive, as he dedicates himself to making you feel pleasure.

Neteyam eats pussy the same way he does everything else in his life, exceeding any expectations. His instincts sharp as he hones in on how to make you lose your mind.

He keeps telling you how good you taste, breaking away for heaving breaths before he reburries himself. The only sounds in the room are the beyond wet sloshing of his tongue lashing and the pathetic noises your making.

He’s eating you alive, you don’t know how you’re supposed to survive this.

His fingers, two and then three fuck in and out of you. Corkscrewing as he loosens your tightness up for him.

“O-ooh” you whine high and reedy as you feel your tummy tightening, the pressure building in a way that makes you feel like you cant breathe. You cant your hips, shoving them down at that perfect angle “Oh, sh-shhhhit. I’m gonna, I’m-”

He doubles down and you’re a goner.

The orgasm is devastating. Sofuckinggood you think you might see stars for a minute there. You can't even scream, you keep letting out these little cries that are more like wheezes. A desprate attempt to get some kind of air back in your lungs-

Which reminds you.

Even though you’re in a daze you wiggle away from him, he hisses at you about it but you swat the top of his head as you reach for the Exo Pack.

You shove the mask in his face, between your legs.

”Breathe, Neteyam” you demand him to gulp down the Pandoran air. Yeah, he could go longer in your environment than you in his but still. Death by giving head isn’t the way you’d like him to go out.

He takes long breaths and you try not to be embarrassed by how soaked his chin is.

When he pulls away his eyes are a little more focused “Thank you, sweet girl. Always thinking about me, huh?”

You nod, dropping the mask. Closer this time for easier access. His eyes quickly zero back in on your swollen pussy, on how wet he got you. On how pretty it looks. His mouth is watering all over again-

When you try to close your thighs, the burning of your cheeks getting to be too much he hisses again. It’s not a sound he often makes and it’s a revelation, he’s so sexy. Almost feral.

“Who said I’m done?”

You’re never going to be able to get over this man “I already came?...”

“Yes? So?” he rolls his eyes, lowering his head, nuzzling at the damp juncture of your inner thigh “You’re still so tight, here feel”

His fingers slip back in you and you mewl, baring down as he scissors the long digits.

“We have to get you loose enough to take me, I don’t want to hurt you” He explains it like you need convincing. Like he has to convince you to let him eat you out. You just re-spread your thighs, relaxing back onto the cool floor as you let him do as he pleases.

It takes two more orgasms that you scream and shake through until he deems that you’re ready. By the time that he begins to slide his cock into you you’re a blubbering, oversensitive mess. You’re crying rivers of tears as you cling to him.

“Hold my hand? Please ” You request and he smiles, kissing your tear streaked cheek as he interlaces his longer fingers with yours.

Humans and Na’vi can fuck, but we’rnt designed to. His dick is overwhelimgly big and will really injure you if the two of you aren't careful about this.

You both gasp sharply as his tip breaches you.

It hurts, it’s agonizing. It’s the kind of pleasure pain that you didnt even know could exist. Everytime you think you can adjust, he pushes in another inch. But oh, how you missed it. Being so full it feels like you’re going to burst. You’re pussy flutters as it fights to take him and you focus in on his face.

It’s all scrunched up in heavy concentration. His lips speared between his sharp teeth in a way that has them almost bleeding.

You can't have that. You tug him into a kiss, soothing the abused flesh with your tongue.

“I-I dont want to hurt you” He whimpers as his forehead rests against yours.

“It’s okay, you’re okay” You hum to him, grasping at his hand even tighter “I love what you do to me. I love how you feel”

When he bottoms out you think he must be in your ribs. Hes still, letting your body get used to him. Trying to be kind. You want to tell him that there’s no getting used to his size. That he could fuck you every day for the rest of your lives and he would still feel just as massive.

“Please” you wail instead “please”

The first gentle snap of his pelvis has you both reeling. Your thighs lock around his thin hips, urging him. You can take it. It only takes a little urging for him to lose himself. The harsh stretch of it has you shaking as your over sensitive pussy tightens. You’re coming again, less intense the the previous orgasms, thankfully.

Neteyam had been so focused on making you feel good that he’d neglected his hard, weeping cock. His balls are so full that he knows he’s not going to be able to draw this out.

You know you have to look stupid, mouth hanging open as you raggedly gasp for breath, letting out punched out sounds as Neteyam pounds into you. You cant look away from his face though.

It’s mesmerizing, all of it. The sounds he lets out. The way that his braids sway with the rhythm of his pleasure seeking body. His broad shoulders, bulging biceps and forearms- you are so fucked.

You’re so in love.

“Please Y/N” He wheezes as you squeeze around him, letting go of your hand so he can wrap both of his arms around your lower back “I can’t hold it. W-where should I?”

Oh. Oh, he’s the sweetest man. He always has been.

You peck his lips, not minding that he’s too lost in his own pleasure to really kiss you back

“Come inside me. Come inside me. Come inside me” it’s a heated chant, broken and breathy by the erratic rhythm of his hips and he buries his head in your neck, wailing in the skin there.

Just for a moment, lost in the haze of sex, you can tell he forgets his own strength. Thrusts into you so hard that you scream out in pain, the mushroom tip of his long cock batters your cervix relentlessly. Its a sharp, startling sensation that you’ve never known but you ride it out for him. Desperately trying to keep your whimpers of discomfort at bay.

When he comes, his whole body goes still and ram rod straight. He hugs you tightly to him. You wish you could see his face. Next time, hopefully.

He’s Neteyam, the mighty warrior. The dutiful son. The next clan leader but as he shakes and twitches and basks in the afterglow you can't help but want to baby him. But stroke his back softly, rubbing the residual tension out of his tired muscles.

He’s your big ol’ pussy cat, you’d always teased. He purrs like one every time you’re affectionate with him.

You can’t help but run your hands along his sensitive spine. Let the length of his tail run through the loop of your fingers. He grins and flicks it from side to side. He’d always thought your fascination with it was amusing.

“Are you okay?” he mutters, still hidden in your hair as he starts to come back to himself and you hum, moving up to pat his braids.

“Mmhmm” you’re maybe not as capable of making words as you though you were. He chuckles and hugs you. Holds you in his big arms in a way that makes you feel untouchable.

The two of you lie in that room for as long as you can, until he has to start heading back to Home Tree, it’s almost morning and his parents are early risers. They’ll look for him if hes not in his tent…

It's hard. Letting him go. Even though you know he’ll be back. You keep pulling him back in for kisses, holding onto his muscular arms until he laughs and peels you off of him.

“I’ll be back my love. I’ll always return for you”

You frown but agree, pushing him away to get re-dressed- “How am I supposed to go back like this! Neteyam I don't have any pants!”

He’d shredded your shorts and panties. Literal tatters of cloth are all that’s left.

Neteyam cracks up, almost keeling over. Thinking he’s oh so funny. It lightens the situation and makes letting him go- watching him disappear back in the forest a little easier.

You end up having to pull your fortunately oversized t-shirt down as far as it can go as you make a mad dash across the facility, back to your dorm. You fall asleep grinning, thinking about how the panties had been a necessary sacrifice.

———

Norms on late night watch, keeping a bored, admittedly not sharp enough eye on the security camera’s feeds. With the rainy season, came an influx of Slinths’. It made sense to have a lookout, and somehow he’d gotten saddled with an overnight shift.

He’d definitely fallen asleep for a few hours. Not that he’d tell anyone of that fact.

There is nothing that could prepare him for what he see’s on the screen, over in the desolate East Bay. First, he thinks that he’s hallucinating, his sleep bogged eyes playing tricks on him.

He rubs them hard with his knuckles, not believing the image that is large and clear on the security footage.

It’s Neteyam. Inside the facility which almost never happened. And he’s bending down, his lips locked with Y/N’s . Kissing her hard and long before she punch’s in the code, and opens the air locked door to let him back out into the shadowy eclipse.

Norm’s learned a lot living on this strange moon- Pandora was mysterious. Full of things his brilliant mind would never understand. So he does what he does’ most of the time.

Minds his own business.

So I’ve had this idea cooking for months, but didn’t have the bandwidth to get it written down. The ideas wouldn’t translate to page and I still kind of feel like they didn’t butttttt whatever. This is pure self indulgence. I am so much more in love with Neteyam now. He is SUCH a good guy. Ugh.

Also, please remember that my requests are OPEN! Send in all that good shit. Come blue alien brain rot with me!

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Deserted | Hoshi

Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.1k

Pairing: Hoshi x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Sweet Girl, Baby Girl, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), Added some piercings for ~flair~

Author's Note: I had my best friend read this the other day and she said it was a little much for her, but still enjoyable and she was sure others would love it.

I am planning on doing something like this for each member, so stay tuned!

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"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." You groaned as your sand-rover grumbled in protest, slowing down before it halted. The engine not only shut off, but it let out a giant puff of black smoke. The smell of burning rubber stung your nose and you groaned louder, grabbing your bag off the passenger seat. Throwing the door open, you're glad that happened as the sun was setting and not when it was high in the sky. The desert, however, could be very cold at night. A gust of wind blasted against the door, almost slamming it shut on your legs. With a yelp, you swung out your arm to catch the door and sighed when it didn't keep going. Unwrapping the thin scarf around your neck, you rewrapped it around your head and face to protect you from the blowing sand. Slipping your goggles on over to cover your eyes, you winced when the leather cracked further. Getting another strap would be a pain in the ass. Grabbing the door, you let it slam closed and slung your bag over your shoulder. Walking around the vehicle, you noticed that is had been hit harder than you anticipated. Since your rover was just that, you had no gun mounted on it, so when the acid-spitting space worm shot out of the ground, you could only flee. The back tire had finally been eaten away enough to go flat and there was also a hole that led to the gas tank. Only a bit of the fuel dripped out and you knew there was no chance of getting the now wrecked rover anywhere. Climbing up on the other back wheel, you got the hatch in the back open so you could grab your bigger pack. Grunting, you swung it onto your back and cinched the straps tight. Turning back to the last outpost you had been at was a no go. There was a huge alien monster in the way. You weren’t sure where the next outpost was, so you pulled out your old, beaten up holo-tracker. When you turned it on, the holographic screen glitched, so you slammed the body of the device against your thigh a few times and then it evened out. Clicking the buttons, one of which kept getting stuck, you saw that the next outpost was miles away. Walking that far would be an absolute drag but at least it was going to be night.

"Freaking desert planets…" You grumbled as if you had ever lived on a different one. You grew up on Sierra-Victor-Tango, but after taking a trip to several other human worlds, you learned that your home was…well, a shithole. Everything was old and falling apart. In the cities, crime was rampant, and the smaller outposts and towns were poor. When you told your mother you were going out to scavenge through the desert, she was unsure. Not because she was worried for your safety, but she had no idea what you hoped to find. It was a sandy wasteland inhabited by weird space bugs and lizards. You had never known earth like your grandparents so when you learned Terra animals and bugs looked so different, you understood why your grandma was so skeeved out.

Looking back at the wrecked rover, you wondered if it could give you some credits for scrap, but the work to get all the way out to it was not worth it. Hiking up your pack again, you set off, holding the scarf to your mouth as a gust of wind blasted you. A little blinking cursor flashed on your holo-tracker indicating where you were as you walked toward the setting sun. Behind you and to the right, the two different moons rose higher and got clearer. Twinkling stars began to appear and the cold was starting to set in. In the distance, you saw a giant rock outcropping and you headed for it. It was off the packed-in road, so you couldn't go very fast in the shifting sand. When you reached the rock, you walked around to the other side, looking for a crack or something you could wedge into for shelter. What you were not expecting was some kind of shelter erected against the stone. It looked semi-permanent and constructed around some kind of indent in the giant rock.

Creeping closer, you saw someone sitting at a fire pit, their back to you. What startled you the most though, was a giant feline-like shape lying next to the fire as well. You had never seen one that big and it looked like a tiger from the books your grandmother brought from earth. Instead of orange with black stripes, it was black with white stripes and had long top fangs. The wind shifted; it was coming straight behind you instead of at you. The beast lifted its head, beginning to growl. At this, the person turned around and you saw it was a man. He had a scar across the bridge of his nose and his ears were heavily pierced. Another piercing accented his right brow, and he had a long narrow tattoo behind his ear and down his neck. You immediately shot your arms up in surrender and he motioned his tiger to lay down.

"Who are you?" He called and you dared not step closer.

"Uh…(Y/N), of Morgran Town." You had never seen someone like him before. He was incredibly attractive, and his poncho-like cloak hit right at his ribs, and he had nothing on under it. His muscles were toned, and his skin was smooth other than a scar near his hip. Tight leather pants clung to thick thighs and his big boots highlighted his long legs. Even his arms were well defined, a belt holding some sort of flask wrapped around his right bicep. His eyes were bright yellow, and you didn't know that happened naturally, his hair was white with black tips, reminiscent of his tiger.

"Morgran Town? You’re a long way from home." He replied, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Finally, out of the shadow of the rock, he could see you in the double moonlight. You felt…tiny. He wasn't super big, not like some you've met, but he wasn't short either.

"Well, I'm a traveler, my rover broke down a few miles back." You finally let your arms down and instead moved to grip the straps of your pack.

"Headed to Korvo?"

"Yes."

"Don't."

"What? Why?"

"Two weeks ago, they got hit by slavers, it’s a ghost town." The man motioned you closer and toward a stump he had carved into a seat. Slowly, you walked the long way around, avoiding the cold gaze of the animal. You removed your pack, letting it thumb next to your seat, but you didn't take off your other bag; just in case you had to flee. Now that you were closer, you could tell that some kind of meat was being roasted on the fire.

"It won't taste too good because I can't really cook, but it will be cooked." He flashed a smile, and it took you off guard. He was…adorable.

"You'll share?" You looked at the roast, your mouth watering. You hadn't had fresh meat in months, only dried stuff. You wondered if he made the kill or his pet.

"Don't worry about Horanghae, he won't bite unless I let him." He waved at the animal, and you nodded, still feeling nervous in its gaze.

"I'm Hoshi." He held out his hand to shake and you shyly returned the gesture, and he sat back down at a long bench.

"You're a traveler? What do you do that for?"

"Oh, uh, I'm mostly looking for old wrecks of like shuttles and ships and stuff." You shrugged. It took forever to find things like that, but you gained a knack for it, and it got you a crap ton of money sometimes. While not official, you basically worked for the International Assembly as a freelancer, so you did jobs at your leisure.

"That must take a long time." He smiled and you shrugged.

"Sometimes. What about you?"

"I'm a Ranger." He held up a medallion hanging around his neck that had an upside-down triangle-like logo on it. You had heard of them before, there weren’t too many of them, it was hard to get accepted. They traveled the desert and worked as bounty hunters. That's all people really knew about them.

"So, if Korvo is a bust, where should I head next?"

"Hm. There's nowhere close really, not that you can get to easily by foot…I can't leave here for a few days, so you can stay with me till then. I'll give you a lift after." He jutted his thumb over to a hover bike that was resting next to his abode.

"Oh! Thank you. That's very generous." You let out a sigh of relief, you had begun to wonder what you were going to do. You were really bad at hunting and had only so much water in your canteen. He told you about his situation as you waited for the meat to be done. He had a well that was in the back of his tent, which was half in the rock. He had blown a giant cave into it with a grenade and set up his home. Horanghae would hunt for him, and he had a communication relay set up as well to talk with the rest of the Rangers.

"I only have one place to sleep though…" He finished off his explanation and you waved him off.

"I can sleep on the ground, not the first time I've had to."

"No way. What kind of person would I be if I let my guest sleep on the ground?" He shook his head. Thanking him, he declared the food done and hacked of a chunk for you. Hoshi speared the meat on a wooden skewer and handed it over. Eagerly eating the food, he watched in amusement at your ravenous behavior and then ate himself.

"Thanks. I can't begin to thank you; I would've been a goner." You shuddered at the thought. If you had arrived at Korvo and found it wasted, you might have had a breakdown.

"Don't worry about it!" He took the rest of the meat off the spit and gave it to the tiger. He led you inside his hut, even carrying your big pack in for you. It was nice and cozy inside, beautiful colored Afghans and rugs were laid out everywhere. The front room was like a living room and had a pile of pillows to sit at and even had a fairly nice holo-screen set up. There was a curtain against the left wall that he told you led to the bathroom. The next room was the bedroom essentially and he told you to go in and make yourself comfortable, he would sleep in the front room. Thanking him again you scurried into the back. That's where he had his communication equipment set up, and there was an actual bed in there! Under all the blankets and pelts, there was not just a sack of straw or even a crate; it was an actual mattress. You hadn't slept on one in almost a year. Taking your boots off, you jumped on and groaned at the comfort. Pulling the softest Afghan over you, you drifted off quickly and slept better than you had in a while.

A soft beeping stirred you from your sleep. Glancing at your watch, you saw it was almost sunrise and so you sat up, stretching with a groan. The beeping was coming from the monitor he had set up. Not wanting to invade his privacy, you got up to go into the other room and inform him. He was still asleep, having spread out across the floor and pillows. His tiger must have been outside. It would have been cute to see him sleep like that if it wasn’t for the fact his torso was now completely uncovered and only his lower half was covered by the blanket. Not just that, but his tight pants were thrown over a chair in the corner, and the blanket was tented in a very obvious way. The realization made you squeak in embarrassment, and you fled back into the other room. While you had not been with too many guys before, you knew for sure what he was hiding under there. The soft beeping continued from the monitor, and you wondered what you should do. If he had to go in there to check on it, he might not realize he had a…problem. Living alone probably allowed him some freedom, but you were here, and you weren't sure he would think of that.

Dashing from the back room into the bathroom, you realized how bad you had to go. Once that was done, you realized in shock that the plumbing was…actually plumping. Kind of. It was one of those high-tech situations that vaporized the waste into nothingness. The sink actually gave you water and it seemed so would the shower. As you were still in there, staring at your face in the mirror, you kept thinking of how to wake him. All of a sudden, the beeping got loud enough for you to hear in the other room and when you peaked your head out, you saw he was stirring. That solved that problem. Peering through the curtain, you watched him get up and your jaw dropped as the blanket fell. Luckily, he was at least wearing undergarments, but they were tight and hid very little. He was very nicely defined, his muscles weren't huge, but he still looked extremely good. His hair was messy, and you were enraptured watching him stretch. He trudged into the back room, scratching his chest and seemingly ignoring his morning problem. You heard a ding and he spoke to whoever was on the other line. His voice was rough from sleeping and you knew you were in danger. How is it that you managed to find such a gorgeous man out in the middle of the desert? Another voice responded to him, but you couldn't pick out any specific words and soon their conversation was over, and you jumped back into the bathroom and away from the curtain.

"(Y/N)? You in there?" He was standing right on the other side, and you swallowed before answering in the positive.

"I, uh, need in there, but…" You knew why he was hesitating and for some reason, some stupid little voice in the back of your conscience screamed loud enough for it to come out of your mouth.

"I can help you with that." You blurted and gaped at yourself in the mirror. He didn't say anything, and you kicked yourself. Why, why did you say that? Before you could say anything else, the curtain pulled back and you saw him behind you in the reflection of the mirror. His look was much different than the night before. His yellow eyes that shined with laughter had turned sharp. It made you shudder as you made eye contact with him indirectly through the mirror.

"I-I mean, I don't know how to thank you for helping me…So, I uh, can help with whatever." You were glad the mirror didn't go too low, otherwise you would definitely be staring. You could see him slowly look you up and down and you froze under his gaze. It was like what the tiger did to you last night, but ten times worse. You felt like a deer about to be eaten, and it turned you on to no end. Wandering around the desert for a living doesn't exactly afford many opportunities for romantic or sexual escapades. You figured the case was probably pretty true for him as well, if not more. Realizing in the night you had shed your shirt; you were just standing in the wrap-around you used as a bra and your leggings. Because of the heat of the desert and the tightness of said leggings, you usually went commando, and you wondered if you were wet enough for it to soak through the fabric.

As he stepped into the small space, he let the curtain fall behind him but didn't step completely through the entryway.

"Are you sure?" He stared you in the eye, once again through the mirror, you did not yet have the courage to turn around. While you wanted to say you were joking, that it was just an impulse to tease, you couldn't. Seeing him to begin with was enough, let alone in his current state.

"Are you sure?" You shot back. You thought yourself rather plain with no distinctive features. Your freckled skin from years of sun exposure was highlighted strangely by the tan line that formed around your goggles. You were covered in dirt too because of wandering out in the blowing sand. His poor bed was probably covered in sand too. Not easy to find somewhere with running water, let alone hot water, your hair was pulled back into a braid but was not exactly clean. You were glad body odor had been genetically eradicated decades ago. Plus, compared to him, you were painfully average.

When he didn't verbally respond, you grew even more nervous, but he stepped in further till he was standing a few steps behind you. He peered at the mirror from behind, and he was nearly a head taller than you. His stare was even more intense now and you shivered. Taking a deep breath, you finally worked up the courage to turn around, and he was immediately on you. His kiss was searing, and you immediately groaned. Nothing about it was gentle, it did truly feel like he was trying to eat you. He bit your bottom lip and you moaned, his tongue quickly flicking against your own. Something cold and round hit your teeth and you realized his tongue was pierced. Oh lord. Hoshi's hand had come to rest around your throat, under your jaw, but was in no way harsh or tight. This way, he could angle your head just right. Your neck protested some and so you propped up on your tip toes, tipping your head and allowing the kiss to deepen further. His second arm wrapped around you, almost encircling you while his hand gripped your ass. The hand on your jaw moved to the back of your head and you wrapped your smaller hands over his biceps. Pulling back for air, his fingers buried further in your hair and yanked your head back so he could kiss down the column of your throat. You moaned as you felt his teeth buried slightly into the flesh, then sucked hard, definitely leaving a mark. As he pressed you so close to him, you could feel his covered hard-on against your bare stomach. Your head swam as he sucked on your earlobe and his hand left your head to wrap around your back.

"Jump." He ordered and you followed, his mouth landing on yours again as he left the bathroom. The man easily carried you and brought you to the bedroom, "Put me down a sec." You told him. Hoshi raised his eyebrow in question but did so. You immediately sank to your knees, and he groaned before you even touched him.

"You sure?" He asked.

"If I go to do something, I'm sure." You told him, implying for him to stop asking. He nodded and you nervously but quickly reached for the waistband of his only item of clothing. Exhaling, you removed the garment and gaped as he stepped out of it. Swallowing a build-up of saliva, you no longer had to imagine. What shocked you the most however was the two metal spheres adorning the head of his cock. A full reverse prince albert. That was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

"Good?"

"Yes." You cleared your throat, wiggling your jaw a bit then reached for him, laving your tongue around the head, the metal imbedded there cold where his flesh was hot. He swore as you began to descend. Your jaw protested some, but in the best possible way. You saw his eyes widen in shock then narrow as he moaned, your nose reaching his pelvis. Swallowing around him, the piercing was an odd sensation, you pulled back as little as possible so you could still breathe. Once you found the proper depth, you pulled off him and gave him a look, spreading your legs more and placing your hands on the floor.

"(Y/N)?" He asked and you simply opened your mouth wide, tongue out.

"Fuck." He practically growled and he adjusted your jaw by the chin and then he slid in. Keeping your teeth covered was a little difficult with his girth, but you managed. You could focus on that while he did all the movement. He had noticed what you were doing and made sure not to go too deep but every so often so you could still breathe. Your gag reflex was pretty much gone at that point for several different reasons, but with his size (and the piercing) you let out a small gag every once and a while. Hoshi's hands dug into your hair as he used your mouth, very quiet but high-pitched moans flowing out. Feeling him twitch, you knew he was close, and he almost pulled out. While part of him wanted to see your face covered, he much preferred it when you grabbed the back of his thighs and buried him completely in your throat.

"Oh, fuck." He groaned, throwing his head back as he came. You moaned at the feeling yourself and the vibration rolled his eyes back. When he was done, you swallowed to make sure everything went down and he pulled out fully, still half-hard. Licking your lips sensually, he huffed and reached down to lift you up under your arms. You yelped at the east to which he does this, and he literally tossed you onto the bed. He grabbed the fastener of your breast band; as he roughly pulled it open and off, the motion flipped you over onto your stomach. He was manhandling you with such ease. Hoshi moved your braid out of the way and started to lay seething kisses along your spine and over your shoulders. His hand came under you and ran down your stomach till the tips of his fingers reached the waistband of your leggings. He pulled your waist up, his now fully hard cock wedged between the cleft of your ass. You were definitely leaking through the fabric. Placing a final kiss on your shoulder, his hand hooked into your bottoms, and he tugged hard. You flipped over once again and as Hoshi dragged the last of your clothes off, he also tugged you to the foot of the bed. Before you could get your bearings, his hands gripped your thighs, tight, and pressed your legs open. You knew you would have bruises there in the morning and his hot breath on your core made your hips seize.

"W-wait-!" You gasped as his tongue licked a hot stripe up to your clit. You had never had this done before, just never really cared to. It was something new for sure and it was almost too much. The slight cold of the ball piercing his tongue made you flinch. You could feel hip lips curl into a smirk against you at this and caught him looking up at you. The sight was overwhelming, and he sucked hard on your clit, you head slamming back into the bed.

"You taste amazing." He groaned against your skin. His hands moved from your thighs, and he wrapped his arms around your legs and buried in deeper. The hold he had on you prevented almost all movement and your upper body squirmed to compensate. Hoshi's tongue seemed like it shouldn't be as long as it was, nor as strong. The piercing was brushing right against your entrance and hit your clit over and over. He was like a man starved, dehydrated, and he was sucking your soul out.

"Ah!" You almost screamed when he came back to your clit and your orgasm hit you, hard. It was stronger than you had ever experienced and lasted much longer. He groaned against you, his continued tongue movements dragging it out. When it finally calmed down, he pulled away as the overstimulation began to sting. The man let you catch your breath and when you were able to open your eyes to look at him and he was drenched.

"Oh my god!" You gasped and he just laughed, wiping his mouth and sucking everything else off his hand and fingers.

"You ever squirted before?" He asked and you shook your head, mortified.

"It’s okay, pretty girl, that was sexy." His smile was too cute for what he just did to you.

"You need a minute?" He asked and you rested back again with a nod. Delicately, instead of what he was doing before, he picked you up and shifted you higher up the bed. His lips came back to yours, gentle at first and growing heated again. There was something about his kisses, they alone made your head swim. Was it him or his skill? The tongue piercing? Who knows? As he felt your body become less tense, his arms wrapped around you and tilted your hips up so he could grind against you. You were still somewhat sensitive so even just the slight friction was so good. Already knowing this from when he was straining your jaw, you knew that his cock was going to stretch you so good. The sting would be so worth it. It had been a long time since anyone filled you up and no one had ever as much as you knew Hoshi was going to.

"You ready, princess?" He finally let your tongue go and you could not form a thought to make words, so you nodded. He smirked and the head poked at your entrance. As he eased in, the sting was more intense than you thought it would be, but so, so good. The stretch wasn't the only thing that took your breath away. That gosh darn piercing perfectly hit your clit and rubbing against your walls as eased in. At least he was self-aware of his size because he went slow, but knew he wasn't hurting you. Your hard exhales were tinged with a moan, nearly imperceptible. He was big, you knew part of it was because you were quite small, but his cock was impressive on its own.

"So tight." He grunted, grinding into you and your clit throbbed.

"J-just give me a sec." You gripped his shoulders, breathing through the delicious stretch. It felt incredible despite the slight pain. After you sat for a bit, he shifted some and then moved slowly, hiking your leg up over his elbow and he went even deeper.

"Fuck!" You moaned, your head tossed back, and you almost came again right then.

"You okay?" He chuckled some, he could tell by how you clenched that it felt good, not that it hurt. That fucking piercing brushed right against your sweet spot. Hoshi had already ruined you for any other man, and he hadn't even moved.

"Ready?" he asked, massaging your hip. You nodded and the hand on your hip tightened its grip, and his arm hiked your leg up higher. He barely pulled out, maybe an inch, then his hips snapped, and you came.

"Ohgodohgodohgod." He grunted as your walls clenched him tight and he was growing smug at the pleasure he was wreaking on you. In truth though, he was trying really hard not to cum already himself. He knew he would have some time before he could again given he had already came, but it had been a while. However, every other time he had waited this long, he could go for many, many rounds. If he could, he would keep you in his bed and in his hold for the rest of the day. He wanted to make it so you couldn't walk by the time he could bring you to the outpost. Honestly, he wanted to make it, so you never wanted to leave. When your orgasm died down, he waited a bit longer, you laid limp in his arms.

"You're gonna have to do all the work now." You told him with a tired giggle, like he wasn't already doing that. He smirked, notched your other leg up over his arm, then proceeded to fold your legs up to your chest. He pressed your thighs down with his hands, forming more bruises and you prepared yourself. His next thrust was almost hard enough (it seemed) to dislodge a kidney. It knocked the wind out of you and your sensitive skin burned. You were in for a ride. His thrusts were not even as hard as they could be, you knew. Hoshi only pulled his cock halfway out before he was buried as deep as he could go. After every thrust, he would grind down into your clit, the metal ball inside rubbing your g-spot. Your moans were getting harder to contain, you almost wanted to scream. Drool pooled out of the sides of your mouth; your entire body was on fire.

"Don't hold back, baby girl, let me hear you." He grunted out, his thrusts slowing but no less deep. Finally getting permission to be loud, you whined, and he unfolded you and led you to wrap your legs around his waist. Up on his knees, he positioned you to rest your lower back on his thighs and he rolled his hips to snap his cock into you over and over. The new position let that stupid piece of metal scrape perfectly against your walls, the head of his dick probably bruising your cervix. You were ruined, no thoughts in your head. You were letting out slurring moans of his name and pleas for…you weren't even sure at this point. He had fucked you stupid.

"(Y/N), pretty girl, where can I cum?" His thrusts had gotten more erratic, he wasn't able to hold back anymore.

"I-inside." You moaned, able to form a complete thought.

"Yeah?"

"Please." You keened and this sent him over the edge. Getting as deep as he could, he swallowed your moan, sliding his tongue back in your mouth, painting your insides white. The hot sensation gave you another orgasm, not nearly as strong though, and it was a relief. As the spurts of cum stopped, he pulled away from your mouth and he chuckled at the fucked-out look you had.

"I'll let you rest, sweet, but then I'm going to fill you up again."

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moodymisty · 5 months

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Perhaps a 40k character of your choice and someone not very comfortable in their body? Shamelessly self inserting I guess. Thanks so much! ☺️

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Decided to do Guilliman. You didn’t specify anything (which is fine!) so I kept it vague for you. Enjoy!

Relationship: Guilliman/Fem!Reader(no pronouns are used, but reader compares themself to Fulgrim's wives and also mentions wanting a dress so femcoded one could say)

Warnings: None really

You wonder how Macaggian history can be so, boring. These history tomes Guilliman had given you while interesting, have largely been unbearably dull; Filled with little more than debate and the trials of leadership.

You had far preferred what Russ had once told you about the history of Fenris when you asked, though you’d never dare speak that to your beloved Primarch aloud.

Said primarch returns to your shared room not moments after you think of him, raking a hand through his own short blonde hair.

It’s quite late, the moon is high in the sky and has been for awhile now, and you assume he hasn’t had any rest in multiple days given you’ve seen little of him these past few. He’s been even busier than usual, since visiting Terra. Even if he has his Commanders take over a good portion of his duties while away from Ultramar, his duties on Terra tend to overtake his time and then some.

With nary a hello, Guilliman climbs onto the bed you’ve been reading in and swiftly lays down on it. The bed groans under his weight despite having been made for someone of his size.

He much larger hands reach to grip you by the waist and pull your closer, laying his face on your stomach overtop of the fabric of your nightgown. Your legs go over his left shoulder, as his left arm curls around your bottom, hip, and up your side to hold you close.

“Guilliman?”

He sighs into your belly.

“Give me a moment, if you will. I’m at my limit with these men today.” You assume he means his fellow primarchs. “Let me enjoy you for a bit now that I’m free of them for the time being.”

You want him to be happy, but you can’t help but shift a bit under him, nervous as he speaks so overtly, and touches you with so little hesitation.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” You whisper, nervously twirling a piece of his blonde and ever so slightly grey hair around your fingertip.

“Yes. You are perfect,” He says, your eyes widening at the declaration. You're so offset by it your mind wanders and can’t help but mumble:

“I find that hard to believe…”

You feel him suddenly tense, and he lifts his head to look at you.

“You do not believe me?”

He almost seems insulted by it; Like you think he’s a liar. You shake your head as you look away from his furrowed brow. You hadn’t expected him to spear you to the wall so harshly for your self-deprecating comment.

“No I just…” You grunt in frustration at not finding the right words. The Macragge tome he'd given you lays at your side, and you push it away a bit more. “I sometimes just think there are people out there far more, physically suited to stand beside you than me.” He loses some of his insulted demeanor, but his brow stays furrowed as you pick up pace and begin rambling.

“I mean, look at some of Fulgrim’s wives they-“ He cuts you off with his stoic, firm voice.

“You know how Fulgrim is. You know why and how they look the way they do.” He sighs, the wrinkles around his nose and eyes exaggerating for a moment. “Forget all of that.” He points a finger at you.

“And don’t bring him up again, I’ve had quite enough of him and his comments for quite some time.”

You smile a bit, and he softens. He’s glad you find his aggravation amusing somehow. You do wonder what Fulgrim commented about however; Though you know he has a habit of sometimes treading a bit too far into Roboute’s personal life. Into everyone's personal life honestly, though Roboute having you has made him the prime target of Fulgrim's gossip and colloquies.

His hand squeezes you reassuringly, arm continuing to awkwardly cradle you. He raises his other hand to brush his thumb across your cheek for a moment.

“You are perfect to me. You don’t need all of those lavish things.” He adds on. “Unless you want them, of course. I won’t deny you anything I can give.” Your smile gets wider, and he feels your body relax against him.

“I don’t need any of it,” You pause. “But if a dress showed up one day I wouldn’t complain, per se.”

Thankfully Guilliman can tell you’re clearly joking, and rolls his eyes. You speak up again a bit more subtly.

“Or maybe something a bit more, delicate? You could pick it.”

Guilliman takes a moment to catch your meaning before he awkwardly coughs, looks at you gentle but expectant smile.

“I’ll, see what I can do.”

Guilliman swiftly ends the topic by returning his head to lay on your stomach, and rest his eyes for a moment to the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair.

#return of the queue #roboute Guilliman x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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chiyuumiii · 1 year

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NIGHTFALL

An Earth/Terra-42 Miles Morales x F!Reader fanfic.

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love]

TW: Mentions of harassment, slight drugs, Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

You were walking down the bustling roads, umbrella in hand as the raindrops cascaded heavily, it was nearly pitch black, if it weren't for the streetlights and the bright glow of the headlights of the vehicles zooming by.

Your gaze focused forward, your body is starting to betray you by the time, it was exhausting.

You heard peculiar noises emerging from an alleyway, you cautiously walked by, tightening the grip of your umbrella, and also inserting your hand in your pocket, having your pepper spray ready.

It was always like this at midnight. Horrible, utterly horrible.

You felt something touch you, and immediately pulled out your pepper spray, turning around to see a cracked-out old man, you quickly ran off, panting as the howling winds nearly blew off your umbrella, if it weren't for your firm grip. More strange men surrounded you, you held your pepper spray and umbrella tightly, backing away and not letting any of them get close. One of them tried to reach out and touch you, but you backed away and sprayed his face.

“Don't fucking touch me, you asshole!” You angrily yelled, it was enough for someone to hear.

They seemed to have gotten offended by you, and tried to close in the distance, but something...like a dark…violet glow, blended in with the haze of the rain, and with one swift action, two of the men were knocked out cold, until all of them were in the blink of an eye, you tried to descry who saved you...

“Are you alright, miss? Did they touch you?” The voice spoke out, it sounded a little cold and stoic, but you could definitely hear the hint of concern in it.

“No, they didn't...Thank you for saving me there...” You sighed deeply in relief, though you were curious about this...person. The raindrops started falling lighter, so you could now see, the mist and haze cleared up. A boy about your age, his face concealed with a mask, so you couldn't see the truth of his identity, his brunette braids extending to about the length of his shoulders, he resonated with the night. You examined further, he wore a jacket, adorned with accessories, his shirt had a logo on it, and titanium-laced claws and gauntlets with tech that are probably out of this world.

He noticed you examining him, "Something caught your eye?" He crossed his arms, the pixelated eyes of his mask squinted with suspicion.

"No, nothing. Sorry." You muttered, a little embarrassed about staring at him.

You heard a tiny chuckle emerge from him, he then turned his head left and right. "There's a pathway here. Just follow this route and you'll get home safely." He pointed at a secure route you could walk home to. "Oh, thank you...I owe you a lot for this." You gave him a small smile, bowing your head respectfully before walking off to the route he pointed to. "Stay safe, pajarito." He uttered under his breath, speeding off in the dark. You thought he seemed affable.

♡♡♡

You got back home, finally plopping down your bed and sighing in relief. It felt nice to finally lay down and rest. You slipped your shoes off and crawled up to your pillows, taking the air conditioner remote and pressing the on button, wrapping yourself in your blankets and laying comfortably. Taking your phone and checking for any missed messages, scrolling through social media, listening to some soothing music before plugging it in and closing your eyes, trying to get yourself to fall asleep.

You couldn't stop thinking about that vigilante—his features, his gear, his badass costume…You thought maybe he was definitely your type.

You giggled, but then snapping your head back to reality, you'll probably only meet once, and never again.

Or…That's what you thought.

PART 2 SOON HAWIHRAHRW HOPEFULLY I HAVE MOTIVATION

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 3 months

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Diving in the Waves Below

Author's Note: More of Catius in Living Waters AU. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. Thank you to @kit-williams for letting me borrow Arnault, Roland, Anegla and 'Becky'.

Disclaimer: Becky is the non-cannon name for the Reader Insert character bonded for Roland.

Summary: Catius meets Arnault and Roland

Warnings: None, please let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

It had been a few weeks after he’d met Lenora and Erriox, as Roland and Arnault had been on a hunting trip that had taken them out of the area for a bit. They were due to arrive back soon, and after Ramiel, Cedric and the other’s helped them with butchering and taking care of the large catch- Catius was going to meet them.

He’s trying not to be nervous, as he knows that Black Templars especially, tend not to have a positive opinion on Ultramarines. Catius reminds himself that most Sons of Dorn, particularly Black Templars have a ‘purge the Witch’ mentality towards Psychers and the fact that Jophiel had only been mildly spooked by both Templars (The Champion) only lowly growling and didn't actually say or do anything Overtly hostile showed remarkable restraint for First Born Black Templars of their age.

He's prepared as best he can for The best, worst, and most likely outcomes. Catius double checks that the gifts that he's got are appropriate. Making sure to ask Cedric and Ramiel if Arnault, Roland, Becky and Angela had preferences either positive or negative for the potential gifts that he’d gathered for them. They had both reassured him that he’d picked good gifts that weren’t either too much, or could potentially be thought of as an insult or unintended threat.

He follows after Cedric and Ramiel- who’d decided that, like with the rest of the Primaris Squad, that they’d meet both of the Elder Black Templars as well as their Bonded Humans. Catius finds it interesting and curious that Astartes can Bond with humans, Harpies, and likely other native residents of this time period. It’s terribly curious and fascinating the diversity that had once thrived upon Ancient Terra.

Catius waits to surface- after Cedric and Ramiel do- both of them cheerfully calls out to the two human women and the two First Born Black Templars cheerfully. He can tell false from true cheer. Having learned- especially after poor Ramiel had been chosen by his mentor as his apprentice. He’d gotten very good at learning how to tell the truth from lies, and those things that are in between. At least for his brother-cousins, some of them at least- before… before he’d gotten lost in the Warp.

“Hello,” Catius calls out carefully to all four of the individuals that he’s meeting for the first time.

He’d been warned that Arnault’s bonded- Angela would be more anxious of him, while Roland’s Bonded, Becky could be quite friendly- and quite bold at times. Jophiel’s flustered retelling of her squishing his cheeks had been amusing to hear as the Prmiaris Blood Angel told his tale of meeting the ‘best older first born black templar brothers ever’.

Ramiel and Cedric would protest that they hadn’t called Roland and Arnault that specifically, but Jophiel had flashed them a teasing grin and had to bolt from both of their Black Templars for teasing them a little too much for their awe-struck and a bit of hero worship that they held for the Emperor’s Champion Arnault, and Older Brother Roland.

He’d also been told how kind and generous, once she warmed up to you, Angela could be. The blankets and tasty food that both of them could provide were wonderful. He waits for Angela and Becky to approach him after his initial greeting.

Becky approaches him first- with Angela almost hiding behind her. The sharp assessing gazes of the First Born Black Templars boring holes into his skull. He rolls his shoulders a little and sinks into the water, hoping not to tower over them as much.

“Hello!” Becky says with a grin as she looks over Catius- she’d heard about him from Ramiel and Cedric. As well as the other ‘Scouts’ as Roland and Arnault called the boys.

“Hello ma’am,” Catius says with a polite nod.

“Your tail is really blue,” Becky says marveling at how vibrant a hue the other’s tail was, with little flecks of gold (but not the same kind of filigree- like pattern that Arnault has.

“Yes?” Catius replies, tilting his head a little confused. “Various Space Marine Chapters can have wildly different colorations depending on allegiance, gene-seed, speciality (or lack thereof) among other things.”

“Really?” Becky continues as she cocks her head, “What do you mean by ‘allegiance’?”

“... Whether they are Loyal or not.” Catius says, cautiously, watching out of the corner of his eyes the reaction of the first born, “Older Cousins Arnault and Roland would have a better time trying to explain more of that to you.”

And he wouldn’t get into trouble for telling them things that they didn’t know that Roland and Arnault had been keeping from them for whatever reasons they had for not telling them things. He’d heard of The Rules, and he didn’t want to overstep that- or whatever unspoken boundaries that the older Space Marines had decided to implement.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Angela says shyly.

Catius turns and looks at her, and (with a smile that he’s practiced- and been lightly teased for practicing) that is pleasant, but without showing Too Many Teeth and says, “Thank you, It’s nice to meet you as well Miss Angela.”

Catius is briefly distracted from the pleasantries when he notices a flash of movement out of his peripheral vision and turns to see that Roland had decided to approach him. “Hello Sir.”

“I have bread that my lovely Becky made,” Roland says as he pulls out a half eaten loaf of tangy-savoury smelling bread.

“Roland!” Becky scolds, putting her hands on her hips, “That whole loaf was supposed to be for Catius!”

Roland gives her an unrepentant grin, “But I love your bread my love!”

“I don’t mind sharing,” Catius says quietly, “I’ve had some - when Ramiel brought that whole spread of food for a little celebration, your baking is excellent Ma’am.”

“Oh, thank you for the compliment,” She replies flattered and giving him a warm smile.

While Catius listens to her speak he takes the bread that Roland had partially eating, he broke it in half, offering back to Roland the part of the bread that he’d taken several large chunks out of. Roland happily finishes off the part of the bread that he’d been given back. Catius enjoys the bread, it’s still slightly warm and tangy-sour. It really is very tasty and he can taste the care and effort that had gone into the bread.

Angela slowly starts to relax- as large as Catius is- as all of the boys really are, he seems sweet, like the rest of his brother-cousins. And yes- it’s kind of cute and silly that they call each other brother-cousins… perhaps that’s the closest translation they have into a human language?

Arnault is watching this Ultramarine Primaris Scout, when Cedric had said that most Primaris were larger than most Primaris, he hadn’t been sure how much he’d believed young Cedric until now. Ultramarines aren’t the largest physical size of the legions usually, but Catius is large for a son of Guilliman, at least for a First Born.

The Scout had the good sense to let the women approach him first, the boy had that awkward-earnestness that the rest of the Scoutlings that Cedric had brought to have them meet. It’s almost like they hadn’t grown up around humanity before being taken as Aspirants or something. Hm. Another question to ask Ramiel and Cedric- once he gets ahold of those two to ask questions.

Especially after the adorably hilarious threats that their Raven Guard Brother-cousin had given to them. Even while they knew and that Scoutling knew that he’d likely not succeed at the endeavor- the fact that he’d risked their reprisal to snarl protectively over Cedric and Ramiel- had thought there was a need to was deeply concerning.

Roland found the Ultramarine Scout- while a bit stiff, he didn’t take it personally, Ultramarines could be pretty stiff at times. And- the hadn’t complained about having half the bread eaten- and had even given him some more of the bread, sharing it with him. He sees the way Arnault is reacting and sighs a little and jabs his brother in the stomach with an elbow.

“Relax,” Roland says, “Our ladies are happy- and Cedric und Ramiel are a cautious sort- and wouldn’t bring someone who couldn’t control themselves around them. Otherwise I’m going to tease you about scaring another baby.”

“At least this one isn’t a witch,” Arnault grumbles as he punches Roland back for jabbing him in the stomach.

“That is a bonus, even if he is an Ultramarine.” Roland replies, “He hasn’t once quoted the oh so precious Codex Astartes.”

“Yet,” Arnault says half playfully.

“Ja, ja,” Roland replies as he rolls his eyes.

They get distracted from their playful banter by seeing Becky asking Catius to bend down so that she can double check something. Catius does so and tilts his head from side to side, confused and curious as to why she’d asked him to do that. She then ruffles his hair and says, “You seem just as sweet as the rest of your pod-shoal.”

“Th-thanks?” Catius says with a flustered squeak.

That has all four of the Black Templars laughing at him, which as the Ultramarine’s blush deepen as he dives into the water to hide and sulk from them all. Becky calls out to him- with Angela as well- who’s tempting him out with more food. It works- because Scouts are always hungry. Catius thanks them for the food, even if he’s sulking at all of them a little bit.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #adeptus astartes #warhammer #mermay #mermay 40k #mermay 2024 #oc: Catius #oc: Arnault #oc: Roland #oc: Angela #oc: 'becky #oc; Cedric #oc: Ramiel

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moralesispunk · 2 years

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Claraste (Din Djarin x Female Witch! Reader)

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Summary: Din stays at the farm for longer than ever before, giving the both of them time to think about what life could be like if he stayed

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, talk of contraceptive tea, feelings, this is third person but there are no descriptions of the witch other than using she/her pronouns so I have labelled as reader insert in the hope it can come across that way (although please tell me kindly if not and I will update to x oc), canon typical violence

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Din had stayed for longer than ever before. Two whole weeks where the walls they had thrown up between them began to crack and splinter until they could finally dream of a life he could - would - build here.

The morning after the first night had been the only sense of reality they gave into, a contraceptive tea slipping past her lips as she leaned against the uneven wooden rail around the cottage porch while watching on as Din got to work weeding around the edge of her flower patch. One day was all that was said as the tea steeped in the delicate mug and Din nodded, his hand sweeping from her hip only covered in a thin slip dress to her low belly as he kissed her cheek.

Kissed.

Her fingers ghosted over her lips that still felt bruised in the bright light of day from how they had kissed the night before, like it was the first and last time they would ever get the chance to give in to the temptation. Until now, Din’s helmet had been the last barrier they had kept up between them and now that it was gone…

The sun caught his dark head of hair as he stood up from kneeling by the flower patch and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he turned to look back at her, his face still mostly covered by the frown she had heard in his voice for years but his eyes holding a softness she had yearned for.

Din had never said out loud that he had also let himself dream of a quieter, steadier life and for as long as she had known him - from the second time he had visited her here - she knew that he was keeping it locked up inside his chest for protection. At first it was a fools dream - a Mandalorian thinking he could ever be the kind of man who would live the life of a dutiful husband and father on a quiet stretch of land on some forgotten planet and a witch thinking that there was anything other than a lonesome life where she was but a page in the novels of others, healing them or feeding them before they went onto their adventures, written in the stars - but now… Now ten years had gone by where he would return at least twice a rotation of Terra and he would slip into her life like he had never left, telling her stories of the planets he had seen and the people he had met, but they were growing tired and she felt it in her bones.

She loved Din more than she had loved anyone, but with that love came the yearning for a full life. The yearning for a husband to wake up to every day who would kiss her bare shoulder as she woke up like Din had done this morning. Who would help her on the farm. Who would listen to the made up adventures she had in her mind and would make promises of showing her even an inch more of the galaxy than she had ever seen. Who would hold her, cherish her, let her love him, perhaps one day raise children who knew what love was like, just as she had as a child when she watched her own parents.

She knew they would have to give themselves more than they ever had before - whether by finally giving in to how their hearts and souls had twined round one another over the years or to let go, let each other move on.

What was between them was a love like that created between Astra and Terra. Terra had watched the bright star - Claraste - every night like the rest of the stars until one night it came hurtling towards her and chipped Terra right out of her arms.

She had watched Din like any other traveller on his first visit, cautiously and with interest, and then every time after that until… until they were more.

Even if it made it harder in the end, she told herself that she would enjoy what she could for now. That she would ask him before he left, and not a second sooner, and it was easy enough when he dropped whatever tools were in his hand and she left the mug abandoned by her side as he stalked across the farm towards her, his knees bending and his arm wrapping around the backs of her thighs as his mouth crashed to hers and he carried her inside.

*****

Two weeks, longer than ever before, and the pain in her chest ached harder than usual as he finished tying up his bag and turned to her.

His helmet was still off, perched on the middle of the table and waiting to be slipped on the second he was ready to go, and she found her eyes racing across his face to commit every last bit to memory. The dark brown of his eyes and the tiny glimmer of gold around the edge. The bump in the ridge of his nose and the scar that ran across it. The pout of his bottom lip. The lines of a hard life that edged his eyes.

“I’m going to visit the child,” he said, his hand flexing and releasing by his side.

“Tell him I said hello,” she replied, her voice hollower than he had ever heard it before and he found his legs carrying him across the room before his mind had even caught up, his hands holding the sides of her face.

“Something is wrong.” There was no question in his words and it only made her chest ache more from how well he knew her.

Her hands raised to cover his and slipped them from her face to where she instead held them between their bodies.

“Yes and no.” His brows pinched together and she sighed. “I’ve always accepted this life for what it is, Din. I was never angry that my parents had been murdered, never sought revenge for their lives that were stolen away and mine that was displaced. I’m glad I didn’t, I don’t think I have it in me to be vengeful, but… I can’t sit by and let my life go by without doing something.

“I love you, Din,” she said, and the way he reacted to hearing those words for the first time - his mouth falling open and his shoulders softening - lodged under her ribs and right by her heart as she continued to talk. “No matter what we decide, I will always love you, but I need…” She trailed off with a sigh.

“More,” Din finished for her and she nodded.

“I know I can’t ask you to promise me anything here and now but… when you come back I need you to have an answer for me, Din. It’s the only thing I’ve ever asked you.”

His thumb brushed across her knuckles, dark eyes flicking back and forth between hers as he swallowed heavily and nodded. “I swear it.”

It wasn't a yes - or a no - but the unease was forgotten when his mouth crashed against hers, her wrists tangling behind his neck and his hands squeezing and roaming her body. His palms weighed heavy on the bottom of her back and back of her neck as he walked them towards the kitchen table and his tongue pressed into her mouth.

When her back met the edge of the table he pulled away long enough to lift her dress up and over her head, his mouth kissing down her neck and shoulder as he lifted her onto the steady oak surface and with a palm in the centre of her chest he laid her down against it and remained towering over her.

It took everything in him not to rip his clothes from his body and fill her now, instead taking his layers off slowly as he kissed and touched every inch of her beautiful body beneath him, marvelling in how her eyes tracked each movement with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth until her entire body was covered in goosebumps and she wrapped her hand around his cock, tugging it once in a way that wasn’t painful but made him hiss - and her smirk - nonetheless.

His palm wrapped around hers, holding her still as he raised an eyebrow down at her and he had to stop his knees from buckling as he watched the shiver wreck through her body - her chest heaving in need and anticipation as he gathered her wrists in his hand and held them against the table above her head.

“I have the chance to taste you once more before I leave,” he said as he bent to kneel before her spread legs, his forefinger and thumb spreading her open and his warm breath fanning her when he spoke again. “I won't be leaving till I take that chance.”

His shoulders kept her thighs open for him, the scruff around his jaw tickling her soft skin as he licked slowly up until his lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked. He did this again and again, her thighs tensing and releasing over his shoulders.

When her head rolled to the side and her back arched from the table, she caught sight of Din’s reflection in the mirror peeking out from behind a chair, his strong profile kneeling between her legs and his hand-

She let out a low moan, her hips urging him closer against her as she rocked in time with his hand that stroked his cock. The sight of him on his knees before her, pleasuring himself while bringing her pleasure, was enough to thrust her over the edge and she came with a choked gasp as her thighs pressed to the side of his head and he guided her through each wave until the heel of her palm tapped his forehead.

He stood with a low growl, like it took everything in him to pull away from her, and when his body draped over hers to meet her mouth in a kiss she caught sight of his chin and bottom lip that was shining with her before she could taste it on her tongue.

With his hand planted by her head and the other palming her hip, she reached between their bodies and lined him up as he rocked his hips once and slid inside her fully. They groaned together, their kiss not ending until she took his face in her hands and pulled back enough to look into his eyes before looking down to where their bodies met as he continued to thrust into her.

“More, Din. I need more-”

In an instant he had slipped from her, lifting her body off of the table and settling her on the floor where she stood on her toes and bent over the table as he slipped inside her once more.

With his hands gripping her hips and her body bent over the table, she felt him spearing his cock inside her so deeply that she couldn't barely gasp a breath. Her nails raked down the wood and she pushed her hips back to meet him thrust for thrust, her mind completely empty of any worries about her past or their future until all she could feel was Din, Din, Din…

She hasn't even realised she had been chanting his name like some prayer to lost Gods until his chest was pressed to her back and his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

“I’m here, I’m right here.”

His thrusts slowed and instead he moved slow and deep, his fingers slipping over where they met and deftly circling her clit as his mouth slanted over hers the second she turned her head to meet him in a kiss.

She never wanted it to end, and from the way Din had built them up before letting them fall back until they were both slick with sweat she knew he was thinking the same. He did it again and again until the coil was wound so tight that she was certain there was no stopping her from falling over the edge and so she did, her moans high pitched and swallowed by Din’s ferocious kiss as he fell over the edge with her.

She was so consumed by wave after wave, crash after crash of pleasure that she could barely feel the table that was digging into her hips until bruises would no doubt be forming.

They kissed until he softened inside her and slipped out, his mess slipping down the inside of her thighs as their kissing slowed until only his forehead was resting against hers and his breath was fanning her chin.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he kissed down her back, reaching for a cloth and cleaning her gently and taking the moment of peace to let his eyes roam her face once more. It was the same face he had seen for the first time those ten years ago, a few more lines by the side of her eyes and a few grey hairs - ones he had counted under the moonlight the night before when she had thrown her hand up and proclaimed she had at least a dozen, much to his amusement.

They said few words as they passed each other the clothes that had been stripped before and his cheeks were still flushed pink as he lifted the helmet from the table, her chest still slick with sweat that made him want to lick across the skin visible from where her dress was still untied.

“Din, I-” She stopped as soon as his eyes met his, her bottom lip pulling between her teeth and she jerked her chin in a nod - holding something back like she had already said too much to say even more. “Tell the kid I said hello.”

He nodded, his helmet slipping over his head with practised ease before he lifted his hand and held her cheek, his thumb stroking across the round fullness. “I will. And I will return, I swear it.”

Still no yes or no, no answer for their future that lay in the balance, but it was enough for now as he picked up his bag and began the walk back across the farm. He didn't look back until he reached the edge, finding her still at the top of the steps with her arms wrapped around her waist and her chin lifting in a wordless goodbye as he did the same for now.

****

It had been three months since Din left, not long by any stretch when compared to some of the breaks between his visit before, but ever since his shadow had disappeared through the thick trees surrounding her land she had found herself searching for him on the horizon every morning and night.

This morning was no different, yet as she opened her door and looked out to the tree line she felt an unease she had never felt on the sanctuary of her farm before. Her palms grew sweaty and the back of her neck prickled in awareness but at what she couldn't tell. She found herself spending the day collecting essentials from around her home - a few trinkets that caught her eye and pulled at her heart too - and had even packed them into a bag no matter how stupid she felt.

It’s nothing, she told herself again and again and yet still she climbed onto her hands and knees and found a bag that had been tucked beneath her bed, packing it to the brim until the sun began to set.

If for nothing else, the long walk she took to the stream after the bag had been tied up and tucked by her door was more of a distraction than a necessity since the well by her house had been filled by rain the week before. She had gone slower than usual too, finding plants and mushrooms she had pocketed with the intention to dry out when she got home, but when she made it to the edge of her farm and stopped the tune she had been humming she heard the heavy sets of footsteps rushing behind her.

Not taking a second to think, she dropped the bucket full of water to the ground and ran.

Her feet hit the freshly farmed land harder and faster than ever before, faster than when she was a child and ran through the bare, damp land of her home planet alongside the only friend she can remember - Beron, a freckled faced boy with bright red hair who would make her laugh as he chased her through the thin lifeless forest pretending to be whatever monster their parents had told them stories of the night before.

But she didn't feel like laughing now. It was only fear that raged through her veins as she bounded up the steps of her cottage and fled inside before slamming the door behind her. She could barely hear the men’s laughter over the blood pounding in her ears and she let her body slide down the door, crawling to the edge of her bed where Din had made her hide a blaster years ago.

He had practised with her a few times over the years, finding old trees to use as aim, but he had refused to leave her without her having some sort of protection against any raiders who could stumble across her farm. She had argued against it at the time but had never been more glad for the cool metal that her hand curved around as she pulled it from between the mattress and wall and crawled back to the window.

“Come out little witch,” a rough voice called out to her and a few of the other men laughed, horrible laughter that made her eyes prick with tears.

She held the cool metal against her chest, squeezing her eyes shut as her whole body shook and she silently called out into the galaxy for Din, the name of the only person she wanted - needed - and his name roared in her mind like she could call to him wherever he was.

****

Every time Din approached Terra, the same wave of calmness washed over him. His shoulders inched down from his ears, his brow unfurrowed, his mind stopped racing. It's like the kid knew where they were going too despite only being here twice betore; his small hands pressed against the glass and his breath fogging it up as Din began the descent over the trees.

The kid cooed and Din huffed a laugh.

“Yeah. She missed you, too.”

He landed his ship - one a lot smaller than the Crest that had cleared a wide circle of land for his arrival every time - flicking off every button as the engines went from roaring to silent and he patted the small pocket of his belt to check the ring of beskar one final time.

It was never an important part of Mandalorian tradition to give jewellery as part of a promise, but he had seen the ring she wore in a necklace around her neck and she had told him how it belonged to her mother given by her father. He knew that coming back with an answer he had to prove it more than just words - he had to show her that despite needing more time before they could settle in any one place, he would be the man to give her that life.

But the second Din landed on Terra, he knew something was wrong. With the soles of his boot on the mossy ground and his hand raised to stop Grogu from climbing down any further, he scanned around him until he could find what was wrong.

There was almost so much wrong that Din had to grip the edge of the ladder to stop himself from keeling over with nausea. The moonlight felt dull, the wind howled when it was usually quiet, the grass was a lifeless kind of green… Everything had the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge and his hand reaching for his blaster as the other tucked Grogu safely into the bag already hanging from his shoulder.

The walk to the farm was one he has done more times than he could count but he had never felt like this while doing it, never gripped his blaster and took each step with such care like he did as he rounded the last line of trees.

His heart was in his throat as he took in the scene before him.

Raiders - twelve of them dressed in black - circling the cottage like prey waiting to pounce. Some of them held ageing blasters, others simple sticks that had been whittled down to a sharp point, three of them held burning stakes that were flickering towards the thatched roof.

“Come out little witch,” one of them - the leader - snarled. He took one step towards the door, then another, and before Din could move he caught the glimmer of silver in the moonlight.

A blaster - his blaster that he had tucked between her mattress and wall and begged her - with her hands in his - to use if anyone caused trouble, was tucked in the corner of the window and aimed directly at the man.

“Don’t take another step,” she called back, her words steady to the ears of a stranger but laced with fear he had never heard before as someone who recalled the cadence of her voice every night before he slept.

The man took no heed, his boots crunching one more step before a red blast shot from the window and the man collapsed to a heap on the ground. Din turned as quickly as he could, setting the child behind a tree and pointing a shaking finger in his direction,

“Stay here. Don’t come out until I call for you.”

He only waited long enough for Grogu to cower back against the tree before Din took off running towards the blasts and fire that had erupted. He watched as she defended her home to no end, fighting off brutes twice - three times - her size as they tried to take hold with one now dragging her out of the cottage. Her eyes met his across the farm in shock, widening for a second long enough to be distracted as one of the men took an off-centre shot that grazed along her hand and forearm and she hissed at the burn.

The rage that flowed through Din was like none he felt before - not when he was a helpless child and his parents were murdered, not when he was a young man with more emotion than he knew what to do with, not when Grogu was taken and he felt more panic than rage. No, these men were fighting a losing battle as Din slashed through them and up the steps - these men who were trying to hurt the person who was more his than anyone in the universe. He tucked her behind him as he fought against the ten men left after he took down the one still on her porch to defend both her and the cottage.

She took down two with steady aims he had made her practice and Din easily took down the other eight with shots from the blaster and slices of the saber, but it was too late for the cottage. He gripped her wrist and tried to pull her down the steps, away from the flames engulfing her home as she beat at his arm and shoulder with a fist until she managed to slip free and race inside.

He bellowed her name, his foot barely over the threshold before she came running back out with a back tucked under her arm and her hand over her mouth as she coughed against the smoke. His hand wrapped around hers and he dragged her to the middle of the field, no matter how hard she tried to dig her heels in and turn back again.

By the time they reached the middle of the field - far enough away for him to deem them safe as he called out to the kid - he took her face in his hands and looked into the eyes where all life was seeming to drain from.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? Are-”

She waved him off, letting her bag fall to the ground and soon following it as she sat and stared on at the fire.

She sat in the middle of the field with Din and the child watching on behind her as the home she had built burned to ash. She had nothing but the small bag beside her, one she had the unnamed urgency to pack today.

It had some clothes, some medicine, some things that she held dear to her heart that perhaps were not the most practical weight to be adding to an already heavy bag. Everything else… She watched it burn until the sun began to rise and the smoke went with it. She watched it until the silent sobs gave way to steady to tears to the emptiness in the hollow of her chest that made her so tired there was nothing to do but collapse to the ground, letting sleep take over as Din called her name, shaking her shoulder to try and rouse her using a name he had only called her once before.

“Rion’nag.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x oc #mandalorian #din djarin #mando #the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #din djarin x y/n #mando x you #mando x reader #mandalorian fic #din djarin fic

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oltammefru · 1 year

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Hc: Heidi definitely wrote reader self-insert X "extremely thinly veiled Kal'tsit character" fanfic at some point. Meanwhile, Closure, who is extremely active on Terra's analogue of AO3, has definitely encountered and read some of it before.

After Heidi joins the RI landship, whenever Closure and Heidi talk, Closure would always sneakily work in quotes from Heidi's fanfics into their conversation, tormenting Heidi with the question of "does she know does she know???" until it reaches a point where Heidi is like 99.9% sure that Closure knows.

#arknights #heidi arknights #closure arknights #kal'tsit #i think this is technically not quite non-canon compliant since i don't think there can be such thing as a Terra AO3 since i believe #that near instantaneous communication between distant cities isn't possible but oh well.

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megaman-fluffcanons · 1 year

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I'm eating up all these terra asks lately I love them all sm eeeee :3 the green boyo needs more love

I'd like to ask for maybe something for Terra trying to comfort or calm down his S/O after they had a nightmare? Or maybe just him comforting them in general :> Thank you so much, love yur HC's ^^

me too, anon, I am just loving how much attention Terra is getting :3

*You had woken up after a nightmare, with tears rolling down your face. You didn’t even realize that you had woken up Terra, who had been beside you the whole time

*”Y/n, what’s wrong..?” You flinched a bit as you heard Terra’s voice before he pulled you into a hug, holding you close to him

*You don’t say anything but hug him back tightly, taking a few moments to calm down

*Terra is also quiet, gently rubbing your back. He wants to make sure you’re okay and calmed down before he asks about what happened

*Once you’re ready to talk, Terra will listen to you tell him about your nightmare. That is, if you want to tell him about it. If not, he’ll understand, nightmares aren’t fun and he gets them too.

#mega man #megaman #sfw #anonymous #terra #stardroid terra #terra/reader #terra x reader #x reader #reader insert

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nostalgiqueajamais · 16 days

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Young Justice Season 1 Thoughts. + some spoilers for those who haven't seen it.

E 1-6: Robin in this series is more tolerable than Robin from Teen Titans. He's obsessed with being the leader as always but he actually accepts that Aqualad is more suited to be their team leader. That was a surprising twist. I thought there would be an endless power struggle. Aqualad was obviously going to be the eventual leader because he's always the one that keeps calm while everyone acts juvenile, and he focuses on the mission. And he officially took the role, or 'burden,' when he took command and told the team what steps to take in E4 Drop Zone. But I absolutely love that Robin gleefully points out that since he's the leader, it would also be his responsibility to report the outcome to Justice League. That was so in-character for Robin. He accepts it but he has to rub it in a bit. M'gaan is like Starfire from the Teen Titans series; very sweet and charming and bubbly, a little boy-crazy, and green, but with Raven's powers and wardrobe. Artemis grew on me but I didn't like her vibes initially and idk why. Maybe because she was keeping a secret and was hella sus. I wondered if she would be like Terra. Kid Flash is what you expect him to be. He's the jokester of the group who rises to the occasion when needed. He's like the Beast Boy of the group. Superboy is like the Incredible Hulk of the series but he looks like Kevin from Ben 10 and M'gaan kinda looks like Gwen.

During these first episodes, new characters are introduced and the team is kinda finding themselves a bit. It's relatively kid-friendly and lighter than the later episodes. It's like the first two films of the Harry Potter franchise. One thing I love is seeing supervillains and characters I know from the Teen Titans like Lex Luthor, the Brain and the Gorilla, aside from Robin himself.

E7 Denial: I love episodes with magic and tarot. This 106-year-old man enters a tarot reading shop and obviously, the tarot reader is a fraud. But the man gets kidnapped by Alexandro from a 90's love novel cover and tortured. That's right, tortured while a kid with devil horns watches and claps. This was dark. So, the kid is God of Chaos, and an absolute menace, and he's trying to steal the gold helmet which anchors the God of Order. I could go on and on about how goooood the fight sequences are for each episode...and I'm going to. But this one left me speechless. I have no words for how good this was. It has Charmed vibes, with some Gods included as well. This is one episode I won't spoil because my emotions are overwhelming my ability to articulate.

E8 Downtime: The Queen is *insert fire emoji* She is the coolest. She (I don't know what this is called but I'm assuming) astral-projects a giant Octopus, a Stingray and Electric Eels. I mean, I want to be her. The fight sequences were epic. Unbelievable. The Princess was cool too. I knew instantly when Garth said, "you have to tell him," that he meant they were dating. Otherwise, Aqualad wouldn't have a reason to stay on land. TBH, I suspected the King's bro to be behind the intrusion. But I love this episode. Mostly for the fight scenes and also because it reinforces Aqualad's character and why he's fit to be a leader. He walks away. He wishes them well and walks away. Show me any character that's fit to be a leader who doesn't accept losing a loved one to another love interest and remains classy. He has Captain America vibes.

E9 Bereft: The team has lost their memories and are scattered across the desert. They cut from one character to the next showing how each member deals with the circumstances. M'gaan is the first one shown, she wakes up and doesn't remember how she got on Earth to begin with. Young Robin seems to adapt very quickly, probably from years of working with Batman. I love that they showed that. M'gaan finds Superboy, and he has reverted back to his beast form. Megan is the first one to get hers back by tapping into them Confucius style. The young arrow girl Artemis is awaken by Speedy a.k.a Kid Flash. They also have fantastic chemistry. She stops to shoot arrows at the tanks and he carries her away from the danger. It was so sweet. Later the four meet and Megan gives them back their memories. It's so funny that as soon as they regain their memories, Artemis and Kid Flash hate each other again. At this point, they realize that Aqualad is missing. They look for him, find him, and he's dehydrated obviously. Even before they found him, I was yelling that at the screen. They discuss flying him back to the ship and Megan is like, "No! Superboy (the nearly indestructible clone of Superman) needs me." and flies away. She was like he's hot and that's more important, and leaves the teams to drag Aqualad's body on a carney to the ship. Megan has a face off or mind off with the big brained dude...and wins. They bring the giant sphere tech that they rescued back with them. And the big brained dude is working for the "light." For supposed evil beings puppeteering a bunch of supervillains to do their dirty work for them, they were pretty mellow learning that big brain screwed up and lost the sphere. The series is hardly for kids. They show a 106-year-old man being tortured, lots of kissing with those wet smooching sounds, and yet, the supposed bad guys were like, "it's ok. Don't worry. You screwed up but we prepared more." They were like parents trying to comfort their kid.

E10 Targets: Why is Cheshire low-key sexy/hot? I'm here for it - expect for her hair when she puts on the mask. It creates a signature look for sure, but I hate it. It looks like she has the Scar-looking Lion mane from Hercules on her head. BTW, I'm sensing A LOT of chemistry between her and Red Arrow. I feel so toxic for shipping them but I do. Red Arrow is like Robin from Teen Titans: so hung up on being independent but he's a little more likeable, especially in this episode. I'm really excited to see Superboy and M'gaan in high school. As intriguing as the plotline is, I'm most interested in seeing how the Young Justice does in high school. I want to see more of it.

E11 Terrors: They finally kiss! Omg. It was hot! But also so funny because they were both disguised as brother and sister. I kind of like the Ice Kid. He's kinda pitiful. He seems like someone who would be nice if he were brought up in a different family. Unlike his sister, he didn't seem rotten to the core. He's still a criminal.

E12-13: I low-key hated episode 12 because of how lonely Artemis seemed. But the scene where she rescues the team; the slow-mo back flip and shooting of the arrow, ugh, soooo good. It's the one thing I remember from this episode. This is the first time I've seen the male Captain Marvel. He is bulky! and friendly. And at the end of episode 13, I find out why; It's a literal kid! That was so amusing. During this episode, they find out that Aqua kept a secret from them, to keep them from falling apart but, and I saw this coming, the fact that he kept this from them is what made them all run off in different directions. Every plotline needs that defining moment; first the team is trying to find their rhythm, there's conflict, they reach an understanding, it's harmonious for a while, but there needs to be moment that cements the leader's role and everyone else's in the team. And this episode seems to be that. The conflict that tests the team's faith and respect for Aqua as captain as well as his capability to lead. And now, things are gonna get serious!

E14: Shit is going down. Beloved supervillains like the Joker and Poison Ivy finally make their appearances. The team is headed to Gotham City in the Bio-ship but Lucius Malfoy brain-waves it down into the river.

[to be continued]

[Update]

E15 Humanity: They kidnapped Zatara's daughter Zatanna who is really pretty. And I feel like she has chemistry or grabbed the attention of Aqualad and Robin. They fight and Red Tornado tells them to play dead. And the red robot guy is like, "I have his memories and incredible strength, can't beat me," and Zatanna pulls on over on him because Red Tornado doesn't have her moves on file. And she shuts the robot's eyes and flirts with Robin. I'm like, "Focus people focus!" They're fighting a villain whose strength surpasses their own and they're flirting.

This scene is so sad. Those epic moments in Avengers that make me want to burst with tears, this was one of them but for DC. Them slowly melting away, sacrificing themselves to pull Torpedo down, plus the music. And to top it all of, Torpedo says "father would be so disappointed." Ugh. Tug on my heartstrings why don't you.

Ironically, while they look down on humanity, their flawed logic, Torpedo's complex need to kill is father and yet somehow still carry out his wishes in death, and how quickly they changed their minds makes this one of the most human moments of the series. And now, I understand why it's named "humanity."

Aside from that, I am shipping Robin and Katanna.

They really nailed the wholesome vibe of Captain Marvel in this and the fact that it's a child underneath the bulky, mature exterior makes me chuckle, every time, every appearance.

E16-17: I knew it. M'gaan is dangerous af. I get they're passionate, hormonal teenagers in a way but Superboy and M'gaan are annoying me in Failsafe. Sphere is so cool. I'm glad she got to stay on earth. Imagine showing how cool she is and then taking it away.

E18: What in the supernatural? Is that a ghost? An actual ghost? I love this plotline. It was a nice episode for Halloween. A different vibe from the previous episodes. It had that eerie charmed, witchcraft vibe to it. I like that. It was refreshing and nice break after the gravity in the previous episode(s). Oh, and Justice for Shazaam! Poor kid wanted to join the party and they were like, "oh, you're partying on your own?" I wish he could have gone. So sad.

E19 Misplaced: The adults have vanished. I love that Robin advised Zatanna to "stay whelmed." I love that and I'm gonna use it semi-regularly from now on. There's a child crying the car and Superboy rescues him and then the baby is wearing a onesie with a Superman logo on it. He touches the Superman logo on Superboy t-shirt. It was a sweet little moment that deserved an "awwww."

Side note: This has more to do Netflix than Young Justice I presume but, when they showed the Young Justice League streaming in Foreign (to the US) countries such as France and China in their native languagesm the subtitles read [incantation]. They said "protègez-les" ("Protect them") and the subtitle says "Incantation." So funny.

This series is so well-made so far, it's really like the Harry Potter franchise, and the avengers franchise. It has a nice balance between action and thrill and wholesome sweet moments, between humor and heaviness. I'm watching Supernatural simultaneously and so far, I'm on season 5 and it has gotten sooooo unbelievably heavy that I'm not sure how or if I can finish all the way through to season 15! It feels like the final season already. Oof. Anyways, back to Young Justice.

E20 Coldhearted: Speedy is a Sagittarius it seems. I think not sure. It's is birthday and everything is going so well for him so I thought that he's in a coma induced dream. The team "surprised" him after he kept hinting at it, (sounds exactly like my Sagittarius friend) and made two cakes. When he asked what they would eat, M'gaan very calmly said that they would split the cupcake. That is so cute! Artemis is very jelly of M'gaan. It's fair. She's dating Superboy whom Artemis was into when they first met, and she also has the attention of Speedy. I love how focused Robin is on Katanna. Love a loyal man boy ew person. I'm not sure how to rave about this episode besides reciting the entire plotline. Kudos to KF for thinking of saving the girl despite his short attention span, which makes sense now seeing that he's a Sagittarius. And Lucius Malfoy has had his diplomatic immunity revoked and has been sent away to Belle Reve prison. The ending of the episode suggests that the ice family is gonna break free and reek ice cold havoc soon. I'm intrigued.

E21 Image: Batman shows Canary a video of Conner aka Superboy fighting her and then kissing. Canary's look-a-like hubby is mad until the Canary in the video shapeshifts and is revealed to be M'gaan. Understandably Canary is mad and talks to M about this. The latter is guilty. This is like those deepfakes.

The president of Qurac was once against Queen B and her harsh regime but is now, siding with her and has agreed to let her rule both nations as one. Considering the general theme of the episode, one can only assume that the President of Qurac is actually a shapeshifter while the real one is held hostage somewhere. If it weren't for the theme, he's probably brainwashed.

Aqualad is helping Aquaman so now Robin is logically the interim team captain and he's upset since everything that went down in Failsafe. Meanwhile, upon hearing the news KF goes to high five Robin. I love that in the beginning of the series, they were both fighting for the Captain space and now KF is so supportive of Robin and his former ambition while Robin is obviously still healing from the simulation in Failsafe.

Love this friendship.

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SELF-HARM: You can ask for this as part of a backstory, but not ongoing. EATING DISORDERS: You can ask for this as part of a backstory, but not ongoing. INCEST SMUT/LEMONS/LIMES & SIMILAR: Just because I'm an adult, who may or may not have first-hand experience, does not mean I know how to write about it. Also, I straight up don't find the appeal in writing or engaging IRL. Personal thing. ABUSE: We can discuss this because of the implications and nature of TOH and Hunter's story. You have wiggle room in this fandom. It is very dependent on what you want, this is literally only here because I cannot write to save my life, otherwise it wouldn't be here, NGL. POLY-SHIPS: No hate, just because I am an adult, does not mean I have first-hand experience or even know someone in this type of relationship. Personal thing, again. CHARACTERS: There is a list of CHARACTERs that I will not do; this is subject to change, and I know for a fact I am missing exclusions:

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Terra x Female!Keyblade Knight!Reader: Only Fools

Summary: ...would spend their lives listening to the advice of fools.

Rating/Tags: T (Major character deaths; set during canon events of Birth By Sleep; not canon compliant; italicized flashbacks; Aqua & Reader; Ventus & Reader; Master Eraqus & Reader; Terra & Ventus & Aqua)

Fic Trade Prompt: “General Advice”

Notes: This was my very first ever fic trade response. The word count limit was 5000, and back then I actually listened to that instead of writing as long as I needed to write the story I wanted to tell. That’s probably part of why this is kind of bare bones compared to other stuff I’ve written. I would actually go as far as to say it’s not good. I was very inexperienced back then. Even after editing it in 2022, I don’t feel like much in the way of improvements have been made. Hey, here’s a tip past!me: Characters can do more interesting things than look. Find yourself some better verbs.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Only Fools

Everything around you shook: your arms, your legs, the milky stars, the keyblade that carried you through the forsaken expanse of nothing between worlds. Your vision would have been shaking, too, except for the fact that your eyes were closed. They had to be. If you kept them open for any amount of time, the tears rushed forth at once, trailing forcefully down your cheeks until they fell, twinkling, to who knew where.

Not you. You didn’t know anything anymore.

Behind you lay the smoking remains of the world you once called home. Before you lay…well, you weren’t sure yet. At that moment, it seemed like a whole lot of darkness, the same thing you’d been looking at (when your eyesight cleared enough) for the past hour. Every now and then, a shudder pressed its way up your spine at the thought of what you could have been looking at, if you hadn’t figured out how to transform your keyblade in time. But it was too late for your master, too late for the Land of Departure...

******

“And here is where you will be staying.” The dark haired man opened a door and gestured through the open entryway.

You stepped inside the room before him to look around at the bare walls and plain bed. Even after spotting those, you continued to blink around. You’d been expecting something a little more...interesting after hearing everything that learning to be a Keyblade Knight would entail.

“Alright,” you finally managed to say. “Thank you.”

Master Eraqus nodded. “You will begin your training tomorrow. It is a long path, [Name], and not one to be taken lightly.”

“I know.”

“Good.” He turned back toward the hall, making to shut the door. “Do not stay up too late. You are expected in the dining hall no later than five tomorrow morning.”

He disappeared. Silence reigned in your tiny room, interrupted only by the occasional soft chirping of crickets outside your open window. The closed door also blocked out any light thrown inside by the hallway. Now you were plunged into darkness. You waited until you heard Master Eraqus’s footsteps fading away, then let out a shaky breath as you set both your bag and yourself on the bed.

“Hey.”

You must have jumped about a foot in the air and screamed, too, at the sound of this new voice, because when you finally spotted an unfamiliar boy at your window, he appeared highly amused.

“Woah, woah. Is that any way for a future Keyblade Knight to act?” he asked, grinning.

“I haven’t started training yet,” you said as you looked at him. There was a lantern on the pathway not far from the window, so you were able to see his messy brown hair and blue eyes. “And who are you?”

“Terra. You must be the new girl the Master was talking about.”

“[Name],” you said slowly. It wasn’t really part of your upbringing to believe that talking to random strangers at open windows at night was a good thing, but Terra seemed genuinely…there. “I’m [Name].”

“Yep, that’s the one. Welcome.”

“Um. Thanks. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Well, um. I should get to unpacking.”

He nodded, and, taking this to mean he was leaving, you started to look in earnest for a lamp inside. The outside lantern was doing nothing for you. So when Terra spoke once more, you nearly jumped out of your skin again:

“But seriously, you want some advice?”

“Yes?”

“Go to bed now. Master was serious when he said you had to be up before five.”

You had been afraid of that.

******

Your fingers clenched around the brightly-colored glass flower sitting in the palm of your hand.

“Terra…” you murmured as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. “Where are you?”

You still didn’t understand: Aqua and Terra leaving, Ventus running away, Master Eraqus’s expression when the last came home. Everything happened so fast, too fast, and then your master was dead and your two friends were gone once more.

Just as your brain skittered around the unpleasant image of a broken body on the grass, a bright light shone through your eyelids. Blinded even with that small shield to protect you, you managed a quick peek before whatever it was enveloped you. The light grew stronger and stronger; you were forced to close your eyes again. Two seconds later, a plummeting sensation filled your stomach. Your eyes snapped open to see dried earth rushing toward you.

You pulled out at the very last minute, but momentum sent you flying forward off your vehicle anyway. Wincing, you sailed across the ground.

Of course you’d scratch your armor the first time you wore it away from home. You stood and brushed yourself off before allowing the protective covering to disappear. Then you made a mental note to ask Master Eraqus to teach you the finer points of landing when you got home.

Your heart sank as you remembered: There was no going home, no more practicing for your Mark of Mastery, no more Master Eraqus at all.

The tears threatened to well up again, but you denied them, shaking your head quickly to clear your fuzzy thoughts. You should have been excited! You’d never been off your home world (the Land of Departure notwithstanding), and there you were! It was time to take your first look at a world other than your own. With that thought in mind you spun around…

…Only to see the same desolate earth you’d caught a glimpse of on your ride in. There was nothing in that world but baked, dry ground; towering cliffs the same uniform shade; and some sort of short, irregular bush that seemed to grow in droves all across the flat, unremarkable landscape.

“What?”

This was not how worlds were supposed to be. They were full of life, full of wonder. This planet was no such thing. Was this where Terra had gone? You’d lost him in the Paths Between almost as soon as setting out, but something told you that Aqua’s magic had done its work.

Slowly, you picked up one foot and began to walk down the path outlined by the plants. Each footstep echoed through the empty air.

“Terra?” you called. Your voice was too quiet even for you to hear.

Something bothered you about the blackened things leading you away from your crash site, too. You drew closer to one clump of plants and narrowed your eyes as you moved your fingers toward it. They brushed against heated metal. You withdrew them as if bitten.

“But this is…” You looked at another, took three more steps and looked again. “They’re all keyblades.”

Panic set in. You started to run.

“Terra!” Your voiced bounced back to you, making you a chorus. “Terra!”

“He’s not here.”

You stopped. The voice that had spoken was unfamiliar, but it made your heart stop cold in its tracks. Turning, you saw a boy standing behind you. He was no one you recognized. Dressed head to toe in black, an inscrutable mask covering his face, he could have been anyone. He, too, had a keyblade, a strangely warped-looking one gripped between strong-looking fingers.

“Who are you? How do you know Terra?” you asked. Your own keyblade shone into being and you lifted it into position, ready to attack at a moment’s notice.

The boy only laughed.

Your heart picked up pace again. “Answer me!”

******

“Woo! Come on! Go, Aqua!”

“Ven, I thought you were cheering for me!” you cried.

“I can cheer for both of you.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Not for much longer, he can’t,” Aqua cut in.

You ducked another one of Aqua’s swings and stepped backward. After an all-day lesson of trying to figure out blizzard magic, the two of you were supposed to spar–not that Aqua needed any help in the magic department. It was you, one year into your training and still completely confused about magic. As usual, the younger (though still-annoyingly-ahead-in-his-studies) Ventus looked on and cheered each time either of you came close to a blow.

“And why do you say that?” you asked.

“Because I’m almost getting through your guard. Focus, [Name].”

“I am focusing.”

“Oh, really?” Aqua stopped and put her hands at her sides. “Then let’s see some of that magic you were learning earlier.”

“Um…but…”

“Focus is the main way to get your magic going. Come on, you can do it. I know it.”

“But…argh…” You clenched your eyes shut, trying focus on the blizzard inside you. What that meant, you had no idea, but Master Eraqus had said it in the voice he refrained from using except in the case of especially wise nuggets of truth, so it must have been important. “I think–”

Aqua cut you off by tapping your chest lightly with her keyblade. “You have to focus on the battle, too, [Name].”

“Hey, no fair!”

“It was too fair,” Ventus said. “If you need magic in battle, you can’t hope your enemies just sit there politely and wait for you to use it.”

“Unless you have the stop spell,” said Aqua.

“Which is more magic, so that doesn’t really help me,” you grumbled.

They were trying to help, but it was frustrating to watch them continue to advance while you wallowed in your inability to so much as light a candle with your powers. Aqua touched you lightly on the shoulder and gave you an encouraging smile.

“You’ll get it soon, [Name]. I know it.”

You returned her smile gratefully.

“Hey, you guys done yet?” Terra asked, as he strode up to where you and Aqua stood.

She grinned at him as well and gave you a last pat on the shoulder. “We just finished. [Name]’s getting really good.”

“Really?” He looked between the two of you and you looked away. Did he have to rub it in how bad you were? He didn’t have to look so surprised. “Did you win this time?”

“No. Aqua always wins.” You scuffed a line in the dirt with your toe.

“But,” Aqua lifted her voice, “I bet she has the blizzard spell down by the end of the week.”

“That’s great!”

“Sure.”

You trailed off to stare toward the castle. Night had started to fall. All you wanted to do was climb into bed to be a loser on your own. Looking like one in front of Terra was…well, it wasn’t exactly good for your self-esteem.

“Terra, why don’t you help [Name] practice tonight? Maybe she can get it done by morning,” Aqua said.

“That’s a great idea!” Terra agreed.

Your heart gave a great leap, forcing you to look up at your two friends.

Terra grinned, looking more excited than he normally did when it came to extra practice. This was saying something; Terra always took extra practice opportunities. “How about it, [Name]? You want to?”

“U-Um…” On good days, being around Terra made your heart beat faster and your hands grow sweaty. Seeing him like this on a particularly bad one made it even worse. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not! I’ll give you some advice. Maybe Aqua doesn’t do it the same way I do”

“Sounds good!”

“Then let’s go!”

He tore off without a second glance. After a quick, embarrassed smile in Aqua’s direction, you ran after him.

******

The masked boy’s laughter died away. That was the only warning you had before he launched himself forward, weapon gleaming in the sunlight. You lifted your own in response, but he was too quick. He struck, once, twice, again, again, again.

“I don’t owe you an answer. I don’t owe you anything,” he said during this onslaught. “You’re just a newbie Keyblade Knight. All I have to do is kill you, and everything will be so much easier.”

You could feel the blood draining out of your face. It was true. Despite being Aqua’s equal in age, you’d only been training for a handful of years, much less than any of your friends.

“What do you mean?” you panted.

He chuckled again. The sound caused the hairs on the back of your neck to rise. “You won’t be around to find out.”

Again he swung and, distracted, you missed your chance to block him. The force of his blow sent you crashing to the ground. Colors swirled in front of your eyes. When they cleared, your opponent had his blade pointed directly at your face.

“I’d ask you if you had any last words, but I doubt they’d be anything interesting,” he said.

“Vanitas!” Someone called.

The boy looked up, moving forward to press you into the ground by your throat with his blade. You swallowed hard. The man moving toward you was one-hundred-percent familiar. You’d thought he’d been missing, but apparently not. Master Xehanort stood right above you.

“What?” Vanitas asked impatiently.

“We don’t have time for you to play with your food,” Master Xehanort said. “Terra will be here any minute.”

“Fine.”

Vanitus lifted his keyblade again. You winced. Would it hurt to die? Would you get to see your master again? The blade drove toward your neck, and you braced yourself for impact when–

“Wait!” Xehanort’s gravelly voice stopped the keyblade instantly.

“What now?”

“Keep her. For her, Terra will open his heart to the darkness completely.”

“For her?” Vanitus shook his head. “Why?”

“Didn’t you see the way he looked at her?” Xehanort moved to your side, and Vanitas withdrew. You almost wished he hadn’t. The pressure on your throat was better than the smirk Xehanort shot down at you.

“Disgusting.” Vanitus turned his veiled face toward you one last time before racing away.

“Terra wouldn’t…” You swallowed and found your voice again. “Terra would never give his heart to the darkness!”

“Stupid girl!” Xehanort said. “Didn’t you see what he did to Eraqus? What could that have been but darkness?”

You could not deny what you saw. You could not deny the radiating purple-black tendrils that formed when Terra started to attack. You could not deny the look on his face. You could not deny Master Eraqus’s crumpled body, lying in front of the castle. But Terra–Terra–

“He was trying to protect Ven!”

“And he destroyed your master in the process! Just one more push, and the boy will be mine!”

******

Two more years passed. Everyone grew, except for Ventus, who seemed like he might never age. You mastered blizzard magic–then thunder and fire–and continued to work with increasing frustration on the cure spell. Master Eraqus grew sterner and sterner, and the days the four of your practiced grew longer and longer.

Then it happened: Terra and Aqua’s Mark of Mastery tests were announced. Three months–three months for the two of them to hone their skills to their peak. Three months to train with no helpful advice from Terra.

You came away from another rough evening of being beaten black and blue by Ventus of all people when it happened.

You spotted Terra in the distance, but made no move to signal him. Ignoring him wasn't exactly what you were doing, but you knew he was busy. The small amount of time he did have to talk to you, you didn’t want him to see you covered in bruises and cuts. The blushing and sweating from before had solidified into a true, hormone-filled crush, and you were loathed to let him nurse it by worrying about you.

“[Name]! Wait!”

Frowning, you turned around. Terra was right behind you, hands on his knees as he gasped for breath.

“I am waiting,” you said blankly. Had Terra been able to move that fast before? That Mark of Mastery training was really something.

“Good,” he said. “Because I have to tell you something.”

“More advice? Because last time you gave me some, I froze Ventus’s hand solid for a week and a half.”

“Not advice.” He shook his head, then suddenly frowned. “But you learned your spell anyway, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

“I’m not here to give you advice,” Terra repeated. “It’s just–Well…”

“Is that any way for a soon to be Keyblade Knight to speak?” You smirked and were pleased to get a nervous chuckle out of Terra in response. “Spit it out.”

“Fine…I, uh…it’s just that…I was wondering, can I ask you for some advice?”

“I owe it to you. But I doubt I can help you out with anything.”

“It’s kind of a girl problem.”

“Oh, gee, thanks.”

“Not like that!” he hastened to assure you. “It’s just that, well, I like someone. And I don’t know if I should tell them–her–or…what I should do…you know, with the Mark of Mastery coming up and all.”

Your heart sank. Of course Terra would be speaking about Aqua. Who wouldn’t be in love with Aqua? She was kind, wonderful at her job, and drop-dead gorgeous. You always knew one of the boys would fall in love with them, or both of them.

It took everything in you to force the smile onto your face, but you did. “You should tell her,” you said firmly. “I think you two would go really well with each other.”

Terra looked stunned. “Really?”

“Really,” you said, relieved that your voice hadn't cracked around the tears in your throat. Who cared if Terra liked Aqua? He wouldn’t be around much longer anyway. “Maybe you should go do it now, because–”

You couldn’t finish your sentence. Terra had closed the gap between you, tugged you into his chest, and kissed you. When he finally stopped, your head reeled, but you still caught another one Terra’s confident smiles flickering against the backdrop of millions of sparkling worlds.

“[Name], I like you.”

******

Something glinted in the cloudless blue sky: one something, then two, followed by a third. Xehanort followed the sparkling paths with his golden eyes with a perverse smile spreading across his face. When each light disappeared, he turned his attention back to you.

“They’re here.” He grabbed your arm and wrenched you to your feet. “Everything is falling into place. Vanitus!”

“I’m right here.” Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell Vanitus was rolling his eyes.

“Good. Let’s go.”

Xehanort half-dragged, half-pushed you across the barren landscape. Twist as you might have, you could not escape his iron grip. All the while, you could practically feel Vanitus’ amusement at how pitiful you were. At one point, you stumbled, but the man kept marching, digging his fingers deep into your skin to keep you coming alongside him.

“[Name]!” Two voices spoke at the same time. Your three friends stood together, looking utterly horrorstruck at finding you there.

“Terra! Aqua!”

You wanted to ask them for help, wanted to demand from Terra the explanation you’d followed him all the way there for. But both of those things seemed shameful. You should have been able to avoid being captured, should have, perhaps, been able to aid your Master.

“[Name]! Why are you here?” It was Terra who spoke, and just seeing his aghast expression made your knees weak.

“She came to see me,” Xehanort rasped. “After seeing your little fight with Eraqus, she thought darkness might be the way for her, too.”

“What?” Aqua gasped.

“He’s lying!” You shook your head frantically. “I used the Paths Between and followed Terra here!” Terra frowned at this, and you shook your head again, even more frantically. “I had to! The Land of Departure is gone, and he…Master Eraqus…”

“I know.”

“Terra, why?”

“We don’t have time for this.” Vanitus summoned his keyblade. “We have a Chi Blade to summon.”

“Quite right. If you chose to believe this weak little girl over me, Master Terra, then so be it,” said Master Eraqus.

“[Name] isn’t weak!” Terra snapped.

“That’s right!” said Aqua.

Each of them, Ventus, Terra, and Aqua ,looked at each other and slammed their fists into the button that activated their armor.

“Come!” Xehanort lifted his hands.

A massive cliff began to rise underneath him, Vanitus, and you. Just as its growth slowed, Xehanort lifted you up to hang you over the edge.

“Goodbye, [Name],” he said. “Too bad you couldn’t have been of more use to me.”

Then he let you go.

You couldn’t help it. You screamed. A smear of brown and gray rushed passed you. Your head snapped forward as it hit a large rock protruding from the cliff. Pain exploded inside you. This time, you were going to die for real. If only you’d got to an answer from Terra as to why he’d done it, why he’d accepted the darkness and used it like that, maybe you’d have felt better. Just as you were certain you were about to smash into the ground, two strong arms caught you.

“Terra!”

He set you on your feet, but you could not see his expression, hidden as it was beneath his armor.

“[Name], are you alright?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about me. I–I was stupid–”

“You’re not stupid. I should have – ”

“We don’t have time for this,” you said, though it broke your heart to say it. “Go. Make sure Aqua and Ven are safe.”

After one last, lingering look, Terra nodded once, then bounded away. It was the last thing you saw, before black devoured the brown surrounding you.

******

“So, your test is tomorrow, huh?”

You found Terra huddled outside at one of the tables Master Eraqus occasionally used for outdoor lessons. Normally, the boy would have been inside by then, but you had a feeling that that night of all nights, he wasn’t bound to get much sleep.

“Yeah,” he answered without looking away from the stars.

You took a seat next to him, drew your knees into your chest, and looked at him. “Nervous?”

He glanced at you. “No…yes.”

“You’re going to do great. After all, you’ve helped me improve, and I’m completely hopeless.”

“Hopeless? Are you kidding? It might take you a while to learn, but you’re good. No one has ever lit the entire library on fire their first time casting a fire spell before.”

“No one has spent an entire month recopying the damaged entries before either.”

Terra laughed. He lifted his arm, wrapped it around your shoulders, drew you close, and looked back up at the sky. “I can’t believe soon I’ll be visiting all those worlds. There are hundreds. Thousands.”

“It is pretty mind boggling,” you agreed. A single butterfly fluttered in your stomach and out your throat in the form of the words you’d been trying so hard not to say: “But I’m going to miss you.”

Terra’s blue eyes widened for a moment, then he buried his face in your hair for a brief moment. When he resurfaced, he spoke. “I’ll miss you, too.”

“Send me lots of letters, okay? With lots of advice. Ventus is terrible at helping me with pretty much anything.”

“I will.”

“Good.” You stood up and gestured for him to follow. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed. You have a test early in the morning, and Master Eraqus isn’t kidding when he wants you up before five.”

“I was afraid of that,” he said as he got to his feet.

As soon as you reached the hallway, he gave you a quick kiss, then went on to his own room. You made to do the same, but were interrupted by your master appearing next to you.

“[Name], a word,” said Master Eraqus.

“Of course,” you said automatically, though it confused and worried you that he was speaking to you so late at night.

“You were out with Terra.”

“Yes.”

“The two of you are…together.”

“Yes.”

Master Eraqus said nothing; he simply stared down the empty hallway where Terra had disappeared. “[Name], I would advise you against that.”

“What? Why?” Your heart thundered in your chest. “Keyblade Knights don’t have to take a vow of celibacy or anything like that. Terra is wonderful.”

Master Eraqus’s face, when you saw it again, was troubled. “I sense darkness in Terra, [Name]. I cannot force you away from him, nor would I if I could. I simply ask you to keep your heart guarded.”

******

When you came to, everything was still. The cliff you’d been dropped off had vanished. In its place sat a crater strewn with pieces of armor and more of the dead, blackened keyblades.

A hopeful bubble in your brain told you the battle was over. Your Wayfinder said Terra, Aqua, and Ven were nowhere to be found.

“Terra? Ven? Aqua?” you called tremulously.

No one answer. You were all alone.

That time, you did not run. A horrible cold settled into your chest. At any moment, you could grab your keyblade and fly to another world, but the Wayfinder did not tug you that way either. Had the magic failed? Did Xehanort win? Had Terra…?

Just then, you spotted a figure in the distance. The familiar gold and red armor clanked as the figure walked, and that clanking echoed all around you. Your heart gave an enormous leap. So the Wayfinder just wasn't working! There was Terra, throwing his keyblade in the air, transforming it, preparing to get on and fly away.

But why would he leave without you?

“Terra!” You sprinted toward him, waving your hands all the while. “Terra!”

He stopped , and soon you were by his side.

“Terra, I was so worried! I thought something terrible had happened to you!”

“I’m fine.”

Those words should have calmed your nerves, but they did not. There was something about his deadened tone, the fact that he refused to look at you that forced your heart to pump ice through your veins.

“Where is Aqua? Ven?” you asked.

“Don’t know.”

“Are you going to look for them?”

“No.”

“Terra?” He didn’t answer. ““But…I trust you.”

Slowly, he got off the keyblade. Just as slowly, he took off his helmet. For a moment he stood there, eyes closed. And then his eyes popped open. You stumbled backward. They were no longer the familiar, warm blue you loved. Now they were cold, golden, more like Master Xehanort’s than the Terra you knew.

“Here’s some general advice.”

That thing leered down at you as he reached for his reformed keyblade. You lifted your arm, gritted your teeth, tried to summon your own–but too late. The edge of Terra’s keyblade slammed into your chest.

Xehanort leaned forward. His face was mere inches from yours, but your squelching heart felt nothing. You coughed and tasted blood. He smirked as he drew away.

“Don’t.”

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fangurldayandnight · 4 years

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Can you imagine:

A trainee keyblade wielder is upset because they feel like they failed master Aqua and are just sulking off on their own. They’re just super stressed and feel like a failure. Terra finds them and tries to talk to them but they insist they’re a screw up. Terra is just like

“Believe me. Whatever you did is not nearly as bad as I have done. And look at me now!”

Anyway we stand cool uncle terra in the future of kingdom hearts

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts terra #kingdom hearts birth by sleep #kingdom hearts 3 #kingdom hearts Aqua #kingdom hearts reader insert

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Author's Note: More of Jophiel in Living Waters AU. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. Thank you to @kit-williams for letting me borrow Arnault, Roland, Anegla and 'Becky'.

Disclaimer: Becky is the non-cannon name for the Reader Insert character bonded for Roland.

Summary: Jophiel meets Arnault and Roland for the first time. It goes about as well as you'd think it would for a Witch meeting a pair of Older Black Templars who's only heard stories of him.

Warnings: Some dehumanization and depersonalization. Some anxiety and fear. Jophiel worries for his brother's safety. Let me know if I need to add anything.

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Jophiel has been really excited to meet Arnault and Roland- hearing about them from Cedric and later Ramiel. Also from a thoughtful Claude, who’d found them, “interesting, and warm.”

Which was an interesting reaction from his shyest brother. He grinned and gave each of them a hug, his eyes scanning them, looking to find the worst that could happen, but didn’t see, which had him chirp at them cheerfully.

He talks about some of the things he’d manage to scavenge- some medical supplies and stuff to make medicines and what not that Cedric had been worried that they wouldn’t be able to procure, not without going to one of the Shoals.

It has Catius look over at them, his shoulders relaxing a little, his bright ocean blue eyes sparking more true, then his mask he’d developed. He hates the masks that his brothers have to make to protect themselves, but understand why they do.

He peers a little into the future- it’s so much harder on Ancient Terra- and he only gets fuzzy images that are very hard to interpret. But- once he’s alone he’ll write it down and try to wrack his brain for what his trainers taught him about future-sight.

Which, he knows, is always just glimpses of possible futures, and not to fall into the trap of trying to break things to get to what those futures could be. Truely, future sight can be a terribly cursed and frankly useless warp ability.

Despite what people think of it perhaps being among the most powerful of gits, it truly isn’t. Not that he’s going to tell them, or anyone that. Doesn’t want to sound ungrateful for the blessings gifted to him by his dead primarch.

A few days after Claude has met Roland, Arnault, and their Bonded humans (interesting thing about Ancient Terra, these bond things- and how Roland and Arnault and explained it to his brothers, who’d told the rest of them about it.

He can likely see these bond things with being a trained psyker, it was still… a strange concept). Jophiel is happy to meet the pair of older brothers- who have grown to mean so much to a couple of his most wounded brothers.

Once he meets Arnault and Roland he’ll be able to get a true measure of their characters and souls. Be able to glimpse more clearly into what might be and what could be rather than the more vague, nebulous ones that he’d only gotten as he heard stories of these beloved older brothers.

He deliberately keeps his Librarian’s hood on, but not much other armor. Black Templars, as a chapter, despise Psykers. Deeming them all as witches, and heretical to be purged and killed. No matter their allegiance to the God Emperor.

(That the God Emperor is a Psyker without peer). But he’s not going to say that, that would be far to anger inducing. It would upset Ramiel and Cedric far too much to hear him say that to older Black Templars. Again. But he’d only said that because of that bastard.

He knows the others are curious on how he arrived on Ancient Terra. But he… his face burns with shame, glad that Ramiel and Cedric are ahead of him, and don’t see his face at the moment. Jophiel really doesn’t want to talk about how he got here.

It will be a test- to see how Older First Born Black Templars on Ancient Terra (Bonded) react to a Winged Son of Sanguinius. Erriox’s tempered reaction- to his feathers, Iron Warriors tended to be very difficult to be afflicted by Warp-nonsense. Usually, at least. Also, he’s Bonded to a Harpy, so it’s not like he’s unused to seeing winged sentients in some capacity.

He focuses his thoughts on the here and now- as he hears Cedric and Ramiel call out happily to Arnault and Roland who call back out to them. They all breach the surface, to speak with them and Angela and Becky.

He notices the way that Arnault and Roland seem to have a protective slant to their words and actions. Noticeably, they seem to be gentling their reactions to the pair of younger Black Templars.

‘Oh Claude’. Jophiel thinks fondly. ‘You were too heavy handed in your warnings.’

He shakes his head a little- a smile on his face, Claude could have the best of intentions with his actions. But- sometimes would reveal a little too much, with what he said and didn’t say at times. Jophiel will need to rescue Cedric and Ramiel from the clutches of overzealous older brothers who are worried and wondering of the traumas they have endured.

Jophiel greets a cheerful, closed lipped hello to the pair of humans. One of them seems more anxious about meeting him than the other. So he does his best to be particularly adorable, to help her relax and ease up.

He notices the way that Arnault twitches- and backs away- trying not to taunt the Black Templar (well, this one at least). Not with how much Cedric and Ramiel adore them. He’s glad that Becky seems to be less afraid of him. Glad when she approaches him to talk.

Notices the way that Roland tenses up and watches him- very closely. He’s glad that neither of them have charged and/or started growling at him yet. Or bellowing about the fact that Heretics should be purged- and witches must die.

Slowly- ever so slowly, Roland and Arnault seem to start to relax- the more that their Bonded relax around him. Which is great! Less likely for him to be stabbed. Less, not completely. Older Black Templars tended to be far less flexible in some ways than the younger ones.

It’s best, likely, that he meets with Roland and Arnault, the least of the non-Black Templar Primaris, for their sanity and likely his continued well being. Which is fine- he has the Gannet Aunties and cousins.

Roland has a restraining hand on Arnault’s shoulder. Cedric and Ramiel had been talking about all of their Primaris brothers for weeks- for a few months. Especially, with hesitant caution and watchfulness, their Librarian brother Jophiel.

Especially with what Claude said and not-said about how they had been treated. Arnault charging the little ones would likely go poorly. And the Little witch- er cousin, hasn’t done anything witch-y to their little brothers, or to their Bonded.

The Little Witch allows their Bonded to interact with it at their pace. The little witch keeps a polite distance and respectful demeanor towards the pair of them as well. Doing it’s best not to rile Roland or Arnault. Even as he feels the way his fellow Older Black Templar Brother muscles are tense and relax.

"Hello there, Jophiel," Becky says, the bolder of the pair of women, while Angela hides behind her, watching the two of them interact.

"Hello ma'am," Jophiel says nodding towards both of them, briefly looking in their eyes before submissively looking away from them.

"Oh my- your eyes are quite striking," Becky says as she grabs his face.

Jophiel freezes and stares at her- his eyes darting around as he notices the way the two older Black Templars are watching him. Surprisingly Angela giggles a little at the unintentional squeak he'd let out when she'd grabbed him.

He hadn't meant to flinch a little at her touch- but he'd had. He hadn't expected that she'd touch him. Jophiel's more worried about Roland and Arnault's reaction, than anything else.

It's not like he could defend himself if the women tried to hurt him. The retaliation he'd receive from the Black Templars would be far more damaging than what these base line humans could inflict on him... physically at least.

"When Cedric and Ramiel talked about their brothers- and how different they were from them," Becky continued to say, not noticing the way he had flinched, but Angela had. "When they said different, I hadn't realized that you boys could get wings."

"It's... not a common feature," Jophiel says weakly, tucking his wings against his back, "It's... very rare actually."

Jophiel wonders how to phrase that he'd like it if she let him go without sounding rude or potentially upsetting her. Which is the last thing he wants to do with an Emperor's Champion and another Older Black Templar within charging range.

As well as Erriox and Mama Lenora, he’s meeting Roland and Arnault because, while hesitant about Jophiel meeting them, both Cedric and Ramiel did want him to meet them. Jophiel had pointed out, very sensibly, that neither of them would like a Librarian being around them. Around their Bonded.

At least Roland seems to have relaxed a little with the way his Bonded had approached him. While Arnault still seems rather tense- and ready to tear him to shreds.

Angela notices how nervous the poor young mer is, and how he's trying to do his bet to make a good first impression on him. Her anxiety lessens and she had noticed the way he'd flinched when Becky had grabbed his face.

Also the not so hidden panicked look he'd given to his fellow Primaris and the way he's still nervously watching Arnault and Roland. She lightly tugs on one of Becky's arms.

"Let go of the poor boy's face," Angela says softly.

"Fine, fine," Becky says, gently patting one of Jophiel's cheeks as she does so. "You're features are even softer than Rami and Ced's."

Jophiel pouts at that, and tries to come up with something and Angela comes to his rescue again, "He's likely a bit younger than them."

"... How'd you guess that accurately?" Jophiel whines, "I'm not that much younger than them!"

With the ‘suffer not the witch’ part of being the ideology of the

He doesn’t like it when mortals are so afraid of him. He understands why- he knows he’s one of the scariest things, creatures, in any given room. But he dislikes being reminded of that. Slowly she seems to relax at his silly antics.

Ramiel and Cedric’s exasperation at their youngest (hey!) brother’s antics. “I’m not the youngest!”

He pouts at them exaggeratedly, “yes you are.” Cedric and Ramiel say simultaneously, both of them having matching, shit eating grins on their faces, “you came out of the vats last- by at least two weeks.”

They both have teasing grins on their faces. Good- they are happy, even if it’s at his expense, he’s glad that the shadows of sorrow and pain in their eyes have lightened. Even though it’s at his expense, he’s glad that they are feeling positive emotions.

The older Black Templars seem to both be chuckling, amused at their antics, and watching them. He pretends not to notice when they realize precisely which specialty he has- with the Librarian’s hood. He’s not trained enough for the mighty staff, and he chose not to wear the rest of his armor as a show of trust and vulnerability.

“But- that was when we were Then.” Jophiel says with a sulk, “I could have been the one to survive the longest in our Then before coming back here.”

“Hm…” Cedric hums as he tilts one his hand from side to side in a so-so manner. “Perhaps, perhaps not.”

Jophiel pretends he doesn’t know the way that Arnault and Roland are watching him with calculating blue eyes- the same, or similar hue as Cedric and Ramiel’s are. He’s watching from the corner of his eyes, the Emperor’s Champion.

The gilding on his fins, truely are impressive, he’s heard of the future-deeds of this Champion. Impressive were his deeds, and tragic his final end. He keeps his words on that sort of thing locked behind his teeth.

“It’s nice to meet you two,” Jophiel says to Arnault and Roland, “Cedric and Ramiel talk about the two of you a lot. They think the- oph.”

The groan he made as Cedric and Ramiel ram into him- to stop him from saying something potentially embarrassing as Revenge for being called the baby of the squad has him yowling dramatically at them about Betrayal as he tussles and wrestles with the two of them.

Before relenting in their grasp- as a Librarian, while he’s been taught hand to hand- it’s not as extensively as his brothers who have more close-combat Chapters. And he sulks and pouts at the two of them.

“You two are so mean!” He whines at them, all floppy dramatics at them.

His eyes carefully flickering towards where Arnault and Roland are. He can tell that the Emperor’s champion is being mildly restrained from charging after them- after Jophiel specifically and he flinches a little- and curses himself for that. He shouldn’t show weakness in front of First Born Space Marines. Also Cedric and Ramiel had noticed that. Fuck.

“I haha- just remembered I had something important to do,” Jophiel says to his Black Templar brothers- eyes darting towards Arnault and Roland nervously.

He’s likely overstayed his welcome, or will soon. “It was an honor to meet several people who have come to mean so much to Cedric and Ramiel.”

Jophiel says that to Roland, Arnault, Becky and Angela. “Good day to you all.”

He’s not running away- but that Emperor’s Champion’s face he saw the way it darkened some of the times. The coiled, barely hidden violence, just barely restrained by the other Black Templar.

He tugs at Cedric and Ramiel’s arms. He absolutely doesn’t want either of them near an older Black Templar in such a poor mood. “Come on- we- we- we need to help Catius and Claude with getting uh- something- for Erriox and Lenora right now.”

Cedric and Ramiel have both noticed that he’s slightly stuttered and how he’s become increasingly nervous of their Really Cool Big Brothers. Their smiles faded a little, “Okay Jophi- we’ll go.”

“Have a good day Miss Angela, Miss Becky,” Ramiel says, lightly squeezing one of Jophiel’s shoulders. “See you later Brother Roland, Brother Arnault.”

Jophiel could get skittish of older brothers and cousins far faster than any of them- due to his wings. Perhaps they’d pushed him a little too much to meet Roland and Arnault at the same time.

Cedric and Ramiel believe that this meeting has gone great. Neither Arnault or Roland had Charged Jophiel or tried to kill him or bellowed about him being a witch who should die.

That was the worst fucking lie he’s ever said in his life- but he’s not going to let Claude and Ramiel stay near him in such a mood. He’d never been able to protect them from Petras or Cedric’s mentor when the other was in a mood. But things were different here. They were on Ancient Terra.

They weren’t so beholden to their older brothers and cousins. Not as much. None of them were in any official pod or shoal. Independence came at the cost of a lack of support and resources. But. As lonely as it could be, it was… likely safer- in some ways. For now at least.

“You scared the baby,” Roland scolds Arnault.

“Baby witch,” Arnault rumbles.

“Baby witch who’s one of Ramiel and Cedric’s makeshift pod.” Roland points out, “Who’s been nothing but polite, and likely badly harmed by older brothers and cousins too.”

Arnault rumbles, his bond with his beloved is much more intense than Roland’s is. So his protective instincts were screaming at him to get rid of the threat. Even if said threat hadn’t done a single thing to harm, or seem as if it was a threat.

When they had been told of Jophiel- and what it’s specialty was they had… concerns. About the Witch potentially deceiving their little brothers. But- that didn’t seem to be the case. It had cast none of it’s magic on any of them.

Hadn’t been sly or conniving, hadn’t sought to harm or steal their souls. To corrupt and be cruel. But- it hadn’t been like that, it had- Arnault noticed- wanted to try and protect Roland and Arnault’s little brother’s from his growing annoyance at it’s continued presence. Which… sat poorly in his hearts.

Angela wades over to her Bonded and puts her hands on her hips as she frowns at him a little, "Arnault- why were you acting like Jophiel was a threat?"

"Because it's a witch!" Arnault says with a growl.

"... 'it' has a name and pronouns," She says disappointed in him, "His name is Jophiel. He didn't seem like he was a bad sort."

"But-" Arnault protests.

"You don't have to like him," Angela continues, "but he seemed very sweet, and rather nervous to make a good impression on you and Roland. Because of how much you both mean to his older brothers."

"So?" Arnault continues.

"So- I'd like it if you could try not to act like you want to kill him." Angela says, "Unless he proves to be bad."

"Yes love." Arnault says sulkily as he steals kisses from his beloved as he curls around her.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #adeptus astartes #warhammer #mermay #mermay 2024 #mermay 40k #Living waters au #oc: ramiel #oc: Jophiel #oc: Angela #oc: Arnault #oc: Roland #oc: Cedric

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