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ev-moved · 2 years
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lake michigan, IN
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munson-mjstan · 10 months
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This man is responsible for bringing one of my all time favorite characters to life. I love him so much, I only hope I can covey it properly when I meet him ❤️
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loveroftime · 9 months
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I have fallen back into my CM era... Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, and Aaron Hotchner, here I come 🫡
Those three have my heart.
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jkbubbs · 2 years
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so i was scrolling through pinterest, as one does, and
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the eyes, the brows, the smirk, the jawline, the scar, THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE
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winnie-the-monster · 2 years
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Saying "I like you" is one thing. But saying "I know people have hurt you. And you feel like I'd be better off without you, but I need you to know that my life is way better because I met you. And I'll keep on saying it until you believe me. I don't care about getting into fights or pissing off all my mates or anything like that. It's all worth it to be with you. You are the kindest, most thoughtful and caring and amazing person in the whole world. And if you really want to break up, I would respect your decision, but I want us to be together. You are my favorite person and I need you to believe me." Changes the whole game. 😍😍😍
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cclightroast · 2 years
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Finally! I have finally finished this 6k fic lol. This is a continuation of the last few fics (I really need to figure out a title pls help lol.) Once again, biggggg preesh to @labyrinth-of-thoughts for the highly detailed ideas/outline. You really get my writing gears in the right place and I've enjoyed fleshing out your prompts!
There is smut! So beware! It is easily skippable if you aren't comfy with reading it! Please enjoy, and I promise I'm getting to the other asks that I've gotten too! Thank you all so much <3
The others have grown used to seeing the Veera and Tenakth disappear and reappear from the warrior’s room daily and have come to realize real quick not to disturb them when they’ve been gone for a long period of time.
Varl had found that out the hard way.
At the time, Y/N had just moved her things into Kotallo’s room as it would be more spacious and give an extra room for if one of Aloy’s companions needed somewhere to stay, and to say they enjoyed their time behind doors was an understatement.
Kotallo had his hand on Y/N’s body every chance he could take, his lips sliding over every inch of visible skin. They usually end up in the same position. Y/N straddling her lover’s thighs, pressing herself as close to him as humanly possible, and Kotallo with his hand gripping her hip like a vice. This is how Varl found them.
They didn’t blame him for interrupting, in fact they found it quite hilarious. The Nora had came bustling through the door, directing a question towards the Veera when he stopped dead in his tracks, his sentence falling off quietly.
“SORRY!”
He only stood for a moment to make sure he wasn’t imaging things, but nope, that was definitely the couple and by the look of the Veera’s bare back facing him, he could tell he had definitely interrupted something he shouldn’t have.
Y/N had glanced over her shoulder just in time to see him walk briskly back through the doors whilst shaking his head. Once the door closed behind him, she turned back to her lover and held his gaze before both started chuckling.
“He’s not going to look us in the eyes for days.” She muttered, leaning back down so her lips barely brushed his.
“Maybe that will teach him to knock before entering.” And with that final remark, the marshal had closed the remaining space between the two and they were back where they were before being interrupted.
Varl, on the other hand, had just entered the common area with a mortified expression on his face, garnering the attention of the only person there, which just so happened to be Erend.
“What’s with that face? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
Dropping into the seat across from the Oseram, he ran his hands down his face in disbelief. “I just walked in on Kotallo and Y/N…”
“What’s so bad about that it’s not like they were… OH!”
Erend came to the quick realization of what Varl meant and didn’t even try to hold back the bolstering laugh that bubbled inside his gut. Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes as he slammed his fist repeatedly on the table. He could not believe what he just heard and Varl knew that he would never be able to live that down. By the end of the day Erend had told Zo and Aloy about what had happened much to Varl’s dismay.
From that moment forward, everyone had become more accustomed to knocking before entering any room, not risking the chance of being scarred for life. It took Varl about a week before he could look at the two without heat creeping up his neck, but after that everything went back to normal.
With everyone seated at the table for dinner, Aloy had began telling the group about her plan to make a trip to Barren Light the next day with Erend, prompting Zo and Varl to mention their plan to go to Plainsong for a few days before turning to the couple.
“Are you two going to stay at the Base?” Zo directed the question towards the Veera, who in turn looked to Kotallo with a curious gaze, noticing the thoughtful look on his face.
“I was going to say yes, but it looks as though Kotallo has just thought of other plans.” Her lips quirked up into a small smile, watching as the man in question turned to face her.
“We should visit the Sky Clan at the Bulwark; see how they are fairing against the Rebels since their wall was damaged.”
He was indeed curious as to how his clan was holding up, but it was honestly an excuse for him to show her more of who he is and where he was raised. He truly wanted her to see more of him, and he couldn’t fight the small smile when she agreed to come.
“That’s a good idea. Plus, I’m eager to see the damage Aloy did to the wall.” The red head shook her head with a grin, but Y/N noticed how her eyes lingered on Kotallo’s left arm and how her lips turned downwards after a few moments.
It was then Y/N made a mental note to talk to her after dinner.
“Aloy, could I talk to you?”
The Nora nodded and followed the woman to a quiet corner of the Base. “Kotallo recounted his visit to the Bulwark quite fondly. He told me about what you did in order to convince Tekotteh to send his challengers to the Kulrut… but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”
She watched as Aloy gave her a strained smile in return before taking a breath. “Did – did he tell you Tekotteh hurt him?” she was careful with her wording, obviously wary as she saw Y/N’s expression go blank.
“What?” Aloy almost shivered at the dangerous lilt behind the woman’s eerily calm voice. Aloy didn’t want to make the Veera anymore upset, but she had to tell her so she could be ready for the tension to come.
“Tekotteh clapped him on the shoulder.” She began, “Squeezed his upper arm.”
Y/N thought she was seeing red. “His injury would have been weeks – if not days – old.” Nodding in agreement, Aloy continued. “Kotallo did his best to hide it but… I could see how bad it hurt him. Others would’ve folded entirely.”
She couldn’t even imagine the pain it must’ve caused him. Physically and mentally. Aloy could practically see the vein in her forehead pulsing as her jaw clenched in anger. The Veera was stewing in anger, a rage that Aloy had never seen from her. She knew she had to calm the warrior down and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“I’m only telling you because I know Kotallo won’t, and I think it’s best you know everything.” She paused momentarily. “What Tekotteh is like, I mean… so you don’t go in blind.”
The whole communication aspect of her and Kotallo’s relationship was still a work in progress, so although she was upset he hadn’t told her, she understood why he didn’t. He did not want her to make a fuss over something that had happened in the past. No matter how near that past was.
“Thank you, Aloy. I appreciate you telling me. I’ll let you know how the trip went when we return.”
She had decided to not make it known to Kotallo that she knew about what had happened only to not cause any friction before the long trip to the Bulwark. Instead, she tried to focus on other things and not let the anger eat away at her.
Y/N was doing a pretty good job too, until they reached the foot of the Bulwark, and she heard the voice of who she assumed to be Tekotteh booming over the damaged wall.
“Well! The favored son returns! To what do we owe the pleasure?” he stared down at the two, staring as Kotallo stepped forward. “We have come to give aid. We have word of rebels and machines testing the Bulwark.”
It doesn’t take much to see the absolute look of disdain on the leader’s face, even from that far below. He wanted to spit on them and tell them to fuck off before sending them on their way, but Y/N knew he was aware just how valuable Kotallo was to them in their efforts.
His hand made a lazy motion before turning and walking away from the edge, not even bothering to watch the two enter the settlement. By the time the duo had gotten inside and led towards Tekotteh’s tent, the man was already sitting comfortably on his throne, watching the two approach.
He had given Kotallo a once over, snarling his nose slightly at his missing limb before his gaze slid to Y/N’s, slowly taking in every inch of her. Kotallo’s spine goes rigid as he sees his gaze linger on certain areas of his partner’s figure and fights the urge to step between them and shield her with his body.
“Mm, you’ve brought a Veera warrior with you. One of Aloy’s new companions, I assume?” He never moved his focus from her, even as Kotallo introduced her to him. It made Y/N’s stomach turn, her fingers twitching, wanting to do nothing more than grab her knife and gauge the man’s eyes out.
“It has been some time since we have had dealings with the Veera and I will say, it has been a terrible shame if you are any example of what we have missed.” Tekotteh smirks, fully expecting her to swoon at his feet.
Y/N straightens defiantly. “My people, like yours, have had their fair share of hardship.” His smirk dropped, noticing how she deliberately dodged his compliment. “Hm.” He stood from his seat and stepped between the two, brushing against Y/N before stopping at the entrance of his tent.
“Come. Surely you are hungry from the trip. I’ll escort you.”
Seeing how Kotallo moved to the right side of the commander, the Veera put herself in between the two, standing directly to the left of Kotallo, guarding his weaker side. Though his wound is not as painful anymore, she did not want to see him put in another situation like before.
They walked like this throughout the village as Tekotteh pointed out different things to Y/N and talked about Sky Clan traditions, much to the ire of Kotallo. He had wanted to be the one to teach her of their ways. Not him. He held his tongue the entire time, though anyone could see the annoyance brewing behind his neutral expression.
“Here’s the common area, I have some work to attend to, so I will leave you here. I will return later in talks for the aid you’ve offered.”
He gave one more lingering look to the Veera before turning on his heel and walking away. Y/N had let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding before looking around the room, noticing most people that were present had their focus on the two of them. Half seemed to be watching Kotallo’s every move as he led them to a somewhat empty table, while the other half was curious about the outsider walking beside him.
As they sat down, Y/N stared boldly at anyone who dared make eye contact. She knew things would be said about Kotallo and her, and though he ignored them, she made sure to let it be known that she would not be intimidated.
The couple spoke quietly to one another as they ate, Kotallo focusing on her while her eyes jumped around the room every few minutes. He knew she was ready to be away from the prying eyes as he was too, but they sat there even after their food was gone and the sun began to disappear, waiting for the Commander to make his grand appearance again.
By the time he did appear the moon was well lit in the sky and a cold chill took over the atmosphere. Him and a few of his guards sat across from the couple and spread a map out across the table.
The map showed nearby locations of rebel camps and outposts, even showing a route where they patrolled by the Bulwark. Y/N was relieved that they were actually talking shop instead of him making passes towards her, but that relief did not last long.
“We will be celebrating the coming of spring tomorrow night. Since you are unaware of our traditions, you will sit beside me during the feast. I shall tell you all about it.”
The muscle in Kotallo’s jaw jumps. The celebration in question was indeed one for the coming of spring, but in Sky Clan traditions the celebration also doubles as a mating ceremony of sorts. They call it that, although it is really just a way for the clan to hook up with whoever they want.
Kotallo knew what he was implying and bit his tongue. Oh, how badly he wanted to lay his claim on Y/N in front of Tekotteh right then and there, but he couldn’t. It was not uncommon for Sky Clan Commanders, especially Tekotteh, to push himself between arrangements of lower ranking tribe members. Especially if the women were his type.
He was known to love getting to people, and Kotallo didn’t want to give him what he wanted and have him increase his efforts.
“As much as it is an honor to be offered a seat at your table, I must respectfully decline.” The Veera is not well-versed in Tenakth culture and their ways, but she is not naïve to the game Tekotteh is playing. “I am happy to stay with Kotallo for the celebration.”
People began to murmur, she hadn’t realized that everyone was eavesdropping on the conversation, though it really didn’t shock her. Of course they would listen in, and now that the conversation switched gears, she had a feeling this was going to be the talk of the settlement.
“You would rather choose this cripple?” The Commander sneers, gripping the edge of the table tightly, as he could not believe what he was hearing.
Y/N was using all of her restraint to not lash out, but her patience was wearing thin. “I prefer courage to cowardice.”
He scoffed in disbelief, jumping from his seat to gesture at Kotallo’s left arm. “He’s maimed! His company would not leave you satisfied!”
Staring up at the Commander with a flat expression, she spoke loud enough for people in the nearby vicinity to hear.
“He has on every other occasion.”
Kotallo’s eyes widened slightly at her statement. He had not expected her to claim her involvement with him, especially in front of Tekotteh.
“So, again, I must respectfully decline.” She also stood from her seat, straightening her armor out. “And if you would excuse us, our visit does serve a purpose and we won’t fulfil it without rest.”
The two held eye contact for a few long moments before the commander huffed and ordered a young warrior to escort them to their quarters. Y/N had followed the warrior first, with Kotallo flicking his gaze between his Commander and his lover before trailing after her.
He was proud of her for standing up to Tekotteh, but he was worried that he would take that as a challenge and respond more… harshly in order to get what he wanted. The thoughts running through his head plagued him the entire walk to their tent, completely disregarding any of the conversation spoken between the Veera and the young warrior escort.
The warrior held the tent flaps open for the couple, allowing them to enter before bidding them a good rest and scurrying off. It was a cute space with a lot of the telltale signs of the Sky Clan scattered about. Y/N had walked around the room to look at all the details while Kotallo began to mindlessly strip out of his armor, garnering the attention of his lover, who immediately took notice of the faraway look in his eyes.
“What is it?” she walked up behind the man, wrapping her arms around his waist as she pressed her chest against his back.
He glanced down over his shoulder to look at her before lowering his head with a sigh. “Tekotteh won’t let this go. Not any time soon. I don’t doubt he’ll keep trying to pursue you when given the chance.”
Pulling out of her embrace he sheds the last bit of armor he had, leaving him in just his pants, and sat on top the bed, resting his chin on his hand, his elbow propped against his right thigh.
“I know,” Y/N began with a shrug. “I’ve dealt with men like him before, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” With a shake of his head, Kotallo looked up at her. “That’s not my concern. It’s just –.”
He let his sentence hang in the air and Y/N could see those old doubts creeping back in. “What? You think I’d go for Tekotteh’s alpha male displays?” That causes him to scoff. “No. I do not. I don’t think he would know what to do with you, even if you did.”
The Veera saw an opportunity to change the pace and put Kotallo’s doubts to rest right then and there and made her move.
“Oh? And you do?” her stomach flipped at the smirk he gave her.
“Mm, perhaps.” Kotallo moved his hand so that it was laid lazily across his leg, leaning a bit further forward while eyeing his lover.
Tilting her head, an almost feline smile pulls at her cheeks. “Prove it.” The Marshal straightened his back and held his hand up for Y/N to grab while he spread his legs invitingly.
She took his hand and allowed him to pull her in so that she was standing between his thighs, holding eye contact with her lover as she slowly climbed onto his lap, her legs trapping him from either side.
Kotallo’s hand rested on her lower back, shivering under the feather-light touch of Y/N’s hands trailing up his chest before stopping at his face, holding him in place as she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his for a few silent seconds.
Her lips replaced her forehead as she trailed kisses down the bridge of his nose, pausing over his lips. Kotallo closed the distance, kissing her softly at first before gradually increasing the intensity. His mouth parted her own quivering lips with so much fervor that she felt dizzy.
His tongue swept across Y/N’s bottom lip before slipping inside, all the while his hand begins to slide under the fabric of her undershirt. Her veins felt like they were on fire, her heart pumping nothing but pure heat at the sensation he was giving her. She was sure that she would pass out from it all but was saved by the Marshal pulling away to rid her of her top.
As soon as her torso is bare, he wastes no time in pressing his lips to the base of her throat, dragging them down her sternum to take a peaked nipple into his mouth. A breathy sigh escaped her, and her hips roll against him reflexively, unintentionally making Kotallo pull a sharp breath from between his teeth. The Veera smirked at the response, humming when he turned his focus to her other nipple while rolling her hips once more.
“You keep that up and this will be over before it’s started.” Kotallo’s voice vibrated against her chest like a bass, looking up at his lover from under his lashes.
“Consider this an exercise in control.”
Huffing out a laugh the Tenakth reaches between them, pulling his already hard cock from the confines of his trousers and rubs the head against her core. Y/N bit her lip before lifting herself up from his lap just enough so he could align himself with her as he began to push in gently.
The couple maintains a heated gaze, watching the other’s expressions like a hawk, wanting to drink it in as Y/N slowly seated herself back onto his thighs. Only, Kotallo gripped her hip to stop her when she was halfway, keeping her still to feel him stretching her, to let her feel the burn beginning in her thighs. While he held her there, he bared his teeth and claimed her throat, and then her breasts.
He relished in the sounds of her soft whimpers, feeling her legs beginning to shake on either side of his thighs. He groaned at the feeling of her nails latching onto his shoulders and decided to finally move. All in one motion, he pulled her down and snapped his hips upward, burying him to the hilt. The movement was so fast it knocked Y/N forward with a loud gasp, having to steady herself with the help of his shoulders.
Kotallo paused long enough for her to adjust before setting a steady, deliberate pace. With each thrust he made the tension in her body increased, the coil in her tummy winding up tightly with an unbearable ache. Her nails raked across his shoulders, causing his hips to falter with a groan. He had thrusted into her harder than he had intended, too focused on the sting of her nails in his back and the pleasure it brought him.
He withdraws almost entirely, gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “No, no, no.” Y/N’s voice was breathless, her chest heaving harshly as though she had been running for hours. She tried moving in order to chase after the fleeting orgasm, but his grip was like that of Oseram steel.
“Easy.” He muttered with a heavy breath, smirking when his lover glared down at him with her beautifully flushed face. “Why?”
“Consider it an exercise in control.”
Y/N whined and when he shifted slightly below her, she began to beg. “Please, please, please…” she trailed off with almost unintelligible whispers, wiggling her hips for good measure. He snapped his hips up and she cried out in euphoria, mind and heart racing at a dizzying speed as Kotallo fucked her harder – faster than before.
The rolling of Y/N’s hips became hurried, whimpering when she felt the telltale pulse of those inner muscles that came before the wave of pleasure came crashing down on her. Kotallo moaned when he felt the first pulse and then he swore under his breath when the next one came. Her walls were tightening around him, almost fluttering.
“Shit,” her mouth fell open, hips stuttering as those inner muscles squeezed again. Once. Twice. Before the coil snapped, sending her well over the edge of no return. A loud cry left her as she dropped her head on her lover’s shoulder. The intensity of her orgasm boiled Kotallo over, spilling his seed into her with a low moan of, “Ah, fuck.”
They rode through their high and once the sensations calmed Kotallo felt Y/N’s entire body twitching as well as a few tears on his shoulder. With a soft smile he pressed a sweet kiss to his lover’s shoulder, brushing his thumb over her hip bone to help her recoup.
“I wonder if Tekotteh’s spies will include this in their report. The walls around here aren’t exactly built for… well.” Y/N mumbled against his skin, chuckling when she felt her smile before pulling her back to look her in the eye.
“Does it bother you?” From what she had told him about the Veera, they were a little more private when it came to their couplings. At least in comparison to the Tenakth. He did not want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way.
“No…” she began, “I kind of wish I could be there to see Tekotteh’s face, actually.” Kotallo gave a bolstering laugh and Y/N couldn’t help but smile, her heart full and nearly bursting.
The next day the couple went to find Tekotteh to begin aiding their clan, at least that was what they thought they were going to be doing. Turns out, Tekotteh found a way to keep them from actually helping with rebuilding and fighting back against the rebel camps. They were given the duty of training the young warriors of the Sky Clan, which Y/N didn’t mind, but she could tell the Commander was trying to keep them away from him.
Kotallo took on the older children, who were the more experienced warriors. While Y/N took the younger ones that were less experienced. She had started them off with easy combinations to use in battle before moving on to defense tactics.
During one of the short breaks, she noticed one of the younger boys being targeted by a larger kid. She could hear him calling the younger boy names, belittling him until the boy snapped at the older child.
Y/N took a step forward as the older child backhanded the younger, sending him flying to the ground, but was stopped by Kotallo’s hand stretched out in front of her, giving her a stern look.
“He needs to figure it out himself.”
“That boy is the youngest here. He’s barely able to spar with these kids.” she retorted; her eyebrows furrowed with worry for the child.
“He is Tenakth.”
She watched as her lover stepped away to return to the older kids, calling them over to continue their training. Her heart broke at the thought of not being able to step in, but she did understand why Kotallo told her not to interfere. They come from two walks of life. While her tribe values stepping in for the weak to help them grow, the Tenakth push their weak until their either sink or swim.
Going forward she keeps an eye on the kid. She can’t help it. He reminds her of herself as a child. She was smaller, weaker than the rest of her peers. It took a lot of bruises, bleeding, and losing fights for her to learn the skills she has now. She wouldn’t know half of what she does now without the help from her elders and she wants to return that favor. She sees something in him and knows that the Tenakth would dismiss him entirely if he couldn’t learn, and he deserves a fighting chance.
So, she makes sure to give him extra help, being as subtle as possible. She had spent most of the morning going over those two areas until deciding to have the kids partner up and spar while using these new techniques. She made her rounds without singling him out, only giving him advice once she had made her away to him and his partner.
They had sparred for a good while, so she called for a break, watching as all the kids disperse. All but one. With a frown she approached the young boy who was on his hands and knees in the dirt. She could spot the bruises from a good distance, but the closer she got she saw just how exhausted he looked.
“Don’t give up now.”
She stands over the child, her heart tightening at his glassy eyes when he looks up at her. She can see his lip wobbling, so she continues. “Do not give up. I know you’re hurting. I know you’re tired and I know your heart is stronger than both. You are a warrior. You are Tenakth. No matter what, get up. No matter how much it hurts. No matter how tired or scared, or how badly you might be losing. You get to your feet. Understand?”
The boy nods and gets to his feet shakily, dusting himself off. He turned to join the other kids on their break and Y/N watches with bated breath as the older kid approaches him with a smug look.
She couldn’t hear what was being said, but soon the altercation turned into a brawl. The younger boy was losing. Badly. Y/N stood back alongside the other adults that were watching the fight closely, Kotallo included. Though it pained her to do so, she knew it was his battle.
Kotallo’s eyes flowed between the fight and Y/N. Watching how she reacts to the boy getting knocked down over and over again. The boy was bruised and bleeding, tears streaming down his face as the other kids laughed at him. He looked around, noticing how none of the adults made a move to help. And then he caught Y/N’s gaze.
The Marshal stares out the corner of his eye as his lover gives the child a subtle nod, returning his focus back to the boy, who in turn had set his jaw and pushed himself back up.
He was unsteady on his feet and clearly in pain, but he lifts his chin and returns to fighting position. It surprised Kotallo to see him stand back up but after seeing the prideful expression on Y/N’s face, he understood that she had a hand in his newfound determination.
The bully was unnerved that he got back up, after all he had been quick to fall and stay down. This distraction allowed the younger boy to get a few good hits in. They fought a while longer before the older kid landed a punch that knocked the boy completely out, much to Y/N’s dismay. She was hoping he would be able to make a comeback, but he was already too beat up.
Kotallo had carried the boy to the healer before the couple made their way to the dining area where the feast was being held for the spring celebration. He spoke none of the child, deciding to leave it be, and instead focusing on how his lover’s eyes lit up at the decorated dining area filled with his tribe.
“So, this feast is a celebration of Spring?” Y/N whispered as the couple found a place to sit at one of the many tables filled with food.
“Yes, but it is also a celebration for… well coupling.” He watches as his lover’s eyebrow raises and a smirk pulls at her lips. “Oh? I guess we should join in the celebrations then. I wouldn’t want to disrespect Tenakth traditions.”
Kotallo snorted quietly, “We couldn’t have that, now could we?”
The couple talk amongst themselves as they eat and drink an assortment, occasionally conversing with any tribesmen that sat near them. It was obvious that a few of the Sky Clan did not have the same feelings towards Kotallo as Tekotteh did, which Y/N was thankful for. It was nice seeing him speak to people he hasn’t seen since the last time he was here.
As the night went on so did the drinking and soon the whole area was filled with rambunctious conversations and laughter. It was hard to listen to other conversations with the other’s bleeding into them, but one did stand out to Kotallo, one that made his eyes narrow, and his spine go rigid. He had completely stopped eating to focus in on what the group of people behind them were talking about.
“I’m surprised Hekarro is keeping him as a Marshal, it is a bold move to place trust in a cripple.”
“We can only hope that doesn’t bite him in the ass if he’s left with only the cripple against Regalla’s forces.”
Laughter ensues, causing Kotallo’s blood to boil. Hasn’t he proved himself? Hasn’t he made it known that he is still strong regardless of the loss of his limb?
Y/N felt her lover tense up and when she looked up at him, she could practically see the anger rolling off him in waves. It hurt her to see him like this and to hear his own tribe saying disrespectful things about him.
Wrapping her arms around his waist she leaned against his left side before nuzzling her face into his neck, turning her head up slightly so she could press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. She wanted him to know that she was here and that she understood what he was feeling right now, but she wasn’t expecting him to snap his attention down to her with his eyes widened slightly.
Displaying affection in public is a big deal amongst the Tenakth as it shows just how committed a couple is to the entire tribe. Kotallo felt his chest fill up with an emotion he really couldn’t place at that moment, his heart actually felt like it was going to take off. Turning so that he was facing Y/N more, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of her head, holding that position for a few seconds before returning to their previous position.
His eyes catch Tekotteh across the room, and if looks could kill… well Kotallo would probably be six feet under. He knew this would send the Commander over the edge and steeled himself mentally for what was about to come. Puffing his chest, Tekotteh bounds over to the couple and stands over the woman, smirking down at her as if she was just going to spread her legs for him in front of the entire tribe.
“My, my, don’t you look absolutely ravishing tonight.” Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes as she barely turned to glance at the man over her shoulder. “Why don’t I give you a… tour of how we celebrate the arrival of Spring?” The underlying suggestion caused Kotallo to cringe, but he did not turn to face him. He knew his lover could handle herself, so instead he listened closely to her response.
Yet, she gives none. She only stared blankly at the commander whose smug look slowly fell into one of annoyance as he scoffed from her lack of response. “I’m quite tired of the games, girl. Come spend time with a real man.” His hand reached out to grab Y/N by her upper arm and a switch was flipped.
She stood up from the table with so much force that her plate and mug shook, startling the nearby Tenakth. The vein in her neck was pulsing and she felt like she was seeing red as she flipped around, coming face to face with the commander, her shoulders squared.
Kotallo had turned completely in his seat, watching with bated breath as his lover glared up at Tekotteh.
“Do not touch me.” She seethed, not letting his slight height advantage intimidate her.
“And what will you do, little Veera?”
The Veera stepped closer, almost nose to nose with him, and to Kotallo she looked every bit the warrior he knew her to be. His eyes slid over to Tekotteh’s goons who had moved closer to the commander and stood from his seat as well, yet not interfering.
“Amongst my people, only the weakest men target those who cannot fight back. Only the weak take aim at those who are already wounded.” Though she was not present when he grabbed Kotallo’s freshly wounded arm, she could see what he did vividly, and it made her livid. She bared her teeth to the man and dropped her voice lower. “Touch me, Tekotteh, and I will embarrass you in front of all your people.”
Just like the bully in the training grounds, Tekotteh is unnerved by her and Kotallo could see it plain as day, but he held his ground. Both warriors stood nose to nose, glaring at the other even as one of Tekotteh’s warriors that had approached laid his hand on her.
She had pulled away from him and shoved the warrior back but held her gaze. At this point Kotallo knew that if this kept up, the two would come to blows and cause them more problems that none of them needed, so he intervened.
“I believe we will be taking our leave early. Our assistance seems to not be needed anymore. If Regalla proves to be too difficult to handle, we will return.” Kotallo spoke as diplomatically as possible, practicing as much restraint as he could in that moment. His hand gently gripped her balled up fist and pulled her towards him, not even acknowledging how Tekotteh was looking at them anymore.
“Come,”
It didn’t take the couple long to grab their supplies and hit the road, and once they finally were a good distance from the Bulwark, Y/N let out a deep breath and rolled her shoulders back.
“I cannot stand that pretentious pig. I was so ready to shatter his teeth.”
Kotallo could see her shaking in anger and with a laugh he pulled her into his side by her waist. “I would have given a lot of shards to see that, but I think doing so would have caused a lot of issues if we ever interact with them further.”
Sighing, she leaned her head onto his shoulder. “You’re right… as much as I hate it.”
Entering the base, the couple dropped their supplies by the door and made their way to the common area, where Erend, Zo, Varl and Aloy all sat, staring at the duo with a confused expression.
“What are you guys doing back so early?” Erend stood up to greet the warriors, who returned the greeting with tired smiles. Y/N plopped onto a bench and stretched out so that she was laying down across the seat, leaving Kotallo to recall what had happened at the Bulwark with Tekotteh.
“By the forge… Y/N really tore him a new one, huh.” Kotallo smirked, nodding. “I think that deserves a drink!” He hurried off to gather up the group’s mugs and his finest ale, yelling over his shoulder for Zo and Varl to whip something quick up to eat.
The Veera felt her legs being lifted up before being laid back down on a familiar surface. The arm she had covering her eyes dropped down and she smiled lovingly at the sight before her. Kotallo was sitting at the end of the bench, having pulled her legs over his lap with his hand resting on her knee, brushing his thumb across the skin. She focused on the feeling of the repetitive motion and watched his facial expressions as he and Aloy continued to speak about the trip.
Varl was complaining to Zo as to why they had to be the ones to cook whenever the Oseram wanted to drink, while Zo had just pulled him along to gather ingredients, having already decided the quickest thing to make for such an occasion. Y/N thought about their little family and how her life had changed thanks to the fiery red head taking a chance on her and bringing her along.
“Y/N.”
She snapped out of her thoughts with a slight jump, “Food is done.” Kotallo pulled her up just in time for her to see Varl place two plates in front of them and smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t realize I was out for that long.”
“I thought you fell asleep on us.” Erend began, hastily passing the ale around the table before plopping down next to the Veera. “Now that your cat nap is over, tell us again how you chewed up Tekotteh’s manhood and spat it back out.”
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daikunart · 1 year
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𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘑𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳 | 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦+𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭.
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usbotthrills · 1 year
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He is half my soul, as the poets say
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antlereed · 11 months
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of course you have blue hair and pronouns
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zacdoessplatin · 1 year
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Oh btw I drew these 🩷🩷
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rottenalt · 1 year
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Charlie? Yeah maybe.....definitely.
He's married to the job, as he says, so when's the last time he's actually been with someone? If ever?
Maybe once when he was younger.
He'll love it, beg for more until his throat is dry. You'll give it to him, of course, and he'll be drowning in sweet bliss.
Touch him in his sensitive spots, and he'll be treating you well for a whole week. Maybe lesser of an ass at work too.
He'll make all sorts of embarrassed noises, and try to bring forth some reciprocation by touching you as well, but he can't help himself when he comes undone. You don't mind though, you're more focused on him.
Charlie loves touch, yours specifically, the way you make him feel inside. He'll have absolutely no problems with heavy petting during intimacy.
Rough him up a bit, but be gentle afterward, you'll scare him away.
Give him some kisses all over, make him feel special (*つ<`)っ(´ヘ`;)
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day0walker · 1 year
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god bless everyone who sent me König’s voice lines, I not only appreciate how many of you there are but also that I am going to be listening to it on repeat while I write some King and Mouse
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marchment · 1 year
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Mush protecting Wyatt my goddamn beloved 😍
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paperzombie · 1 year
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Have MSP OST on repeat. What is my life
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resolvebound · 1 year
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smiling!kagura is what i live and die for
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winnie-the-monster · 2 years
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And they pulled that off perfectly 😍😍😍😍
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