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moonlightsolo · 1 year

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nga yawne lu oer; i love you.

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

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

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

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

part one | part two | part three | part four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“go.” ronal urges, “go!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

you need to stop this before it gets too heated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hurry, lo’ak!” tuk whimpers in fear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“dad!” tuk calls out desperately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“neteyam!” tuk yells in excitement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you can do this, you can do this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

maybe you died and woke up back in the forest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“gentle, gentle.” jake warns her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i think they are jealous.” he hums.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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loving-family-poll · 3 months

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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 3

The Locked Tomb fanart provided by @lezbijski thank you!

Propaganda under the cut:

Coronabeth/Ianthe:

They are everything. Fucked up codependent flesh-bending murderous twincest sisters

When you have to cry yourself to sleep every night because your twin sister didn't eat your soul, something incesty is definitely happening

no one is doing it like them. what if I loved you so much I wanted you to eat me and you loved me so much you refused to do so. what if the only threat I had against you was my own death. what if we had only spent three nights apart in our lives. what if I spent my whole existence covering for your lack; what if everyone assumed I was the one who was lacking. what if we were sisters. also what if someone said it wasn't surprising that people thought I was your boyfriend. they r winning at twincest AND gender AND godhood AND codependency

This entire section [Corona - Crown; Ianthe - The Prince] where Ianthe is possessing their dead servant's body and controlling a corpse army: "Crown threw herself out of her chair and went down on her knees in front of the Prince—wrapped her arms around the Prince’s legs and put her cheek on the dead right thigh. The Prince reached out and tangled one hand in her bright, springy curls, and sighed a cold, dead, defeated sigh. When Crown spoke her voice was low and tender, the lowest and tenderest voice Nona had ever heard: “Baby, it sounds awful.” “Corona, it’s death.” “So stick it. Stick all this and come home with me … throw this all in and come to me.” [...] “But we’re closer to the goal than ever before.” “Of course we are, you perfect genius,” said Crown, lovingly, and she took the dead gloved fingers, and she kissed them. Every single dead soldier’s fingers twitched..."

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

#tournament polls #tumblr polls #incest poll #round 3 #the locked tomb #tridentariicest #daverose #homestuck #tw incest

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starogeorgina · 11 months

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Children of the dragon

Warnings: Incest

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen × Targ oc

1.08

“I’ve simply come as a messenger. Aegon will bend the knee to his rightful queen.”

“A trick!” Daemons hisses while pointing the tip of his sword, dark sister, to your throat. “My brother was slain, and now your usurper cunt of a king has sent you here in some ploy. Why else would you come?”

The moment Dallax landed on the beach at Dragonstone, you were surrounded by knights. In truth, you thought it was a miracle your dragon didn’t live up to this reputation as a man eater and bathe all of those who threatened you in fire before devouring them. It was most likely the presence of Meleys that kept your own dragon in check. The knights escorted you and your two daughters, who clung to you tightly inside the castle, to be brought to your furious uncle.

“To show where our loyalties lie.” Still holding Alina’s hand, you push her behind you protectively while Alyssa buries her face into your side, scared. Daemon watches these actions carefully. He slowly lowers his weapon, his eyes fixated on your young girls. You clear your throat, relieved that he had no intentions of hurting them. “We put our support behind the rightful heir to the throne, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

“I assume you have your own reasons for abandoning the greens.” He eyes you suspiciously, obviously not believing you came for genuine reasons. He looks you up and down once more and asks, “Where is Prince Aeron?”

A pain aches in your chest at the mention of your son, remembering how you sobbed uncontrollably in the dragon pit as Aegon straps your daughters in. It was only with his persuasion that you agreed to leave without him, knowing that you had no other choice. Before you could answer, Princess Rhaenys appeared with a hint of smugness on her face. “Yes, the young prince did look rather ill when I saw him during your brother's coronation.”

With your heart hammering on your chest, your eyes well with tears. “Aeron was there?”

The older woman nods and says, “I must admit I was surprised. When Meleys burst through the dragonpit, interrupting the wrongful coronation of your brother, your husband only sought to protect himself, while Aegon snatched your son from his grandmother's arms and screamed at Ser Criston to take him somewhere safe. The young prince is very lucky to have an uncle who is so protective of him.”

Daemon raises his brows at the comment. You both knew what she was alluding to. The fear you felt before was quickly turning to anger, and Dallax sensed it as well. Letting out a loud screech before breathing fire into the air, causing Daemon to raise his sword once more.

“You had the opportunity to kill half our knights when you landed, weakening our army. Why didn’t you take it?” Daemon snaps.

“I’ve already told you, I’m here to put mine and Aegon’s support behind the rightful queen.” You hold his glare. “I’d like to speak to my sister; I will explain everything to her directly.”

“My wife is unviable at the moment.”

“I’ll wait.”

Rhaenys gives the prince a knowing look, then continues for him. “The stress of your father's death and the crown being stolen from her has sent Rhaenyra into labor.”

Oh. You didn’t know what to say. Rhaenyra's baby wouldn’t possibly be able to survive being born so early. Your silence seems to offend the prince more. He storms towards a number of his knights and hisses at them before disappearing into the castle's archway. The knights, in turn, snatch your daughters from you, causing you to kick and scream, trying your best to fight them off. “Daemon! Daemon! Please, no, not my babies! Please don’t!”

Alyssa and Alina’s cries fill your ears until you’re pulled far enough in the opposite direction that you no longer hear them.

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Pacing back and forth inside a small room with no window, you hold the sleeves of your dress to your face, breathing heavily while trying to compose yourself. Princess Rhaenys told you through the door that no harm would come to your daughters, but her words did little to calm any fears you had for their safety.

You had been branded a traitor, which terrified you. Your sister could have you beheaded or burned alive, meaning she’d take the life of your unborn baby. Although you didn’t believe Rhaenyra to be a kinslayer, the grief of losing a child could drive her to madness.

There would be no turning back for you if you were in her position.

Suddenly feeling breathless, you sit down on the small bed. Your baby was kicking up a storm, causing sharp pains in your bladder. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on happy memories.

You were enjoying a variety of different fruits for breakfast in the garden when Aeron tugged on the bottom of your gown, gaining your attention. “Uncle promised to teach me how to hold a sword properly,” your son informed you. “Then he’s going to take me riding on Sunfyre!”

“Did he now?” You ask, beaming at Aegon, who just shrugs, clearly amused by Aeron’s excitement.

It warmed your heart to see how much effort Aegon made with your children, and it eased the guilt you felt about having an affair. Aemond believed Aeron was his son and never once offered to take him riding on Vhagar. At this point, you’d probably refuse if he did want to take him. You smile brightly as the wet nurse appears, holding both of your daughters in her arms. You stand immediately to help take the weight off by taking Alina into your arms.

“Hi, sleepy girl,” you coo gently, kissing the top of her head. “Did they feed well?”

The wet nurse nods and says, “They both took plenty of milk, princess.”

She seems slightly taken aback when Aegon approaches her with his arms outstretched, indicating he wants to take the baby from her arms. She hands him Alyssa, whose small face has scrunched up in anger from being woken by the movements.

“Thank you. See to it that the cook gives you a good, clear wine to drink along with a hot meal.”

The wet nurse agrees, then excuses herself, addressing yourself, your brother, and your mother, whose facial expression had been sour the entire time. Since the rumors of the relationship between you and your brother began to resurface, she has been watching you like a hawk. Of course she knew the truth; your mother was no fool and probably knew it would happen before it did. That was why she tried to keep you and Aegon apart.

Your mother lets out a huff, saying, “I’ll hold her so you can finish eating.”

“We won’t be going anywhere unless you finish all your breakfast; dragon riders can’t fly on an empty stomach; otherwise, it makes them sick,” Aegon says in a more authoritative tone.

Aeron starts to finish his breakfast, and your mother smiles at Alina softly before shaking her head. Despite your mother's judgements, you enjoyed moments like this, watching your mother stares lovingly at her granddaughter while Aegon fusses over his daughter and son.

Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you think of your family, silently praying you'll get to see them again.

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It was nightfall before Prince Daemon arrived to talk to you, bringing food and water with him. He sits them down on a small table next to the bed before scoffing, “You’ll be happy to know your children are fine.”

Thank the gods. Your eyes well up with relief. You desperately wanted to ask to see them, but you knew he would refuse. You hold the cup of water in your hand but hesitate to drink it when you notice your uncle watching you so intensely.

He rolls his eyes and says, “If I wanted to kill you, I'd just do it. I wouldn’t go through the effort of poisoning you; I’d just slit your throat or feed you to Caraxes.”

“Good to know,” you say before gulping a mouthful down. “How is Rhaenyra?”

His face falls, silently answering the question you were too afraid to ask. The baby hadn’t survived.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s your usurper cunt of a king and venomous mother's fault that we lost our daughter. I intend to make them burn for what they have done.”

Before you can choke down your words, you snap in your lover’s defense, “You know nothing of what transpired since my father's death. Aegon has no desire to sit on the throne, but he couldn’t refuse-” Daemon lets out a chuckle before pretending to inspect his nails, obviously uninterested in what you have to say, which only fuels the fire building inside you. Enraged, you stormed towards him, only stopping when he was close enough to feel your breath on his face. “My children would have been slaughtered like pigs if he had not followed our mother's orders.”

Daemon’s glare causes you to take a step back; his fingers grip tightly to the hilt of his sword, dark sister. His jaw clenches. “What?”

“My mother got to Aeron before I did; she was planning on locking me up as well; she knew Aegon would leave with me. We had always said that when the time came, we would fly to Dragonstone and bend the knee to Rhaenyra. We’ve always known what our mothers and grandsire’s intentions were but tried to deny them, refusing to accept the fates we have chosen for ourselves.”

The demon’s hand falls to his side. “If we accept you into our home, how do we know you won’t switch sides? Scurry back off to the keep and tell the greens everything you’ve learned.”

The simple question makes you feel as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. You sit back down as your hand rubs at your bump, feeling the baby's feet kick as you do. “My own mother took my firstborn, Aeron, my only son, as a hostage to keep my brother from leaving.” Your eyes sting as tears spill down your face. “Aeron, Alina, and Alyssa have all been fathered by Aegon. She knows this, and she knows what will happen when Aemond finds out. Aegon sitting on the throne was the only way she wouldn’t say anything.”

“So the plan was to come here with the hopes we’d help you? A dangerous gamble to take.”

“Yes, so I’m begging for your help, uncle, yours and Rhaenyras.” It irritates you to see a slight smugness on your uncle's face. He was hurting greatly on the inside, but it wasn’t an excuse to take pleasure in how desperate you were. “When it comes to it, both Dallax and Sunfyre will fight for the blacks.”

His eyes twitched with curiosity. “Why would we need to fight if Aegon bends the knee?”

“Do you seriously think my mother, grandsire, and all those lords who don’t want a woman on the throne will just accept Aegon bending the knee to Rhaenyra? They want a male heir on the throne.”

He looks down at the ground, confused for a moment, before his eyes suddenly shoot back up with a look of realization on his face. “They will want Aemond to wear a crown.”

When your tears stop, you let out a dark chuckle. “On my wedding night, my mother said to me, ‘You poor clueless girl. Aemond would continue to fight for his family with you by his side, but Aegon? He would give it all up if he thought that’s what you wanted.’ She always knew this was a possibility, but still she pushed for my brother to be a usurper.”

“How long does the pretender intend to wear my wife’s crown?”

You ignore his insult and answer his question, “Soon as my son’s fever is down and Aegon is able to get him alone. He will send me a raven beforehand to let me know if he’s coming directly here or elsewhere first.”

“Why wouldn’t he come right here and bend the knee?”

“The moment they leave the keep, Aemond will likely figure it out. He is unpredictable. Aemond might chase after him, and Sunfyre is no match against a war-hardened dragon.”

Without saying anything else, Daemon turns to leave, keeping the door open. “I suppose you’ll want to see your girls, unless you’d rather stay here.”

Rolling your eyes, you get to your feet.

Before you leave the room, Daemon stops you with his arm and says, “You best hope Aegon writes to you soon.”

—

The next day, Aegon sent you a raven from an unknown location; he had fled during the night on the back of Sunfyre.

Ser Criston was tasked with spying on him, and he was pretty sure he saw him entering the dragon pit carrying Aeron, but the knight knew better than to go among the dragons if he wanted to live. No doubt he immediately reported this to your mother, who would have informed Aemond, but what version she gave him was anyone’s guess.

All of this meant that the blacks would need to act fast; if a vengeful Aemond sat on the throne, it would be an all-out war.

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In deep trouble

Jason was not a patient man, but when it comes to his daughter he’s very patient.

Being the four year old she is she wanted to explore more of Gotham, but Jason was against it.

Gotham could be peaceful sometimes.

Keyword sometimes.

Jason wanted his daughter to be safe, but just like him she liked to do her own thing.

The young father had to change his attitude towards things cause his daughter was taking on his attitude.

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Picking up his daughter in his car instead of his motorcycle was the safest.

When Journey saw him she ran to him hugging his legs until he bend down and took her into his arms. “Hey sweet girl how was school?” Jason asked moving curls away from her face. “I had fun daddy we had a pizza party.” the little girl said while they walked hand in hand to his car. “Really, did you eat all your pizza?” Jason asked buckling the little girl in her car seat. “Uh huh.” Journey said nodding her head.

Jason was happy to hear that his little girl had a good day at school.

When they got home the vigilante got dinner ready and helped his daughter with her homework.

After homework and dinner was finished Jason sent his daughter to get ready for bed.

He was on the phone with Bruce and the dark knight was telling him he was sending him out for a mission with Dick, and it’ll be three weeks in Russia.

Jason dreaded being away from Journey but the mission required their undivided attention.

Packing was always hard for the father but he also knew that his babygirl would be safe with Bruce and his other siblings.

Jason and Dick always made a great team and for this mission they needed to be a team.

Jason called Sam to let her know and the girl would be over but he told her that Journey would be over at the Wayne manor if she could check on Journey or even be there with Journey so she wouldn’t be scared he’ll appreciate it.

After hanging up Journey jumped on Jason’s back giggling while Jason just smiled and skillfully flipped her to his front kissing her all over her face and blowing raspberries on her tummy.

When they calmed down Jason sat his little girl next to him one hand in his lap the other held onto Journey’s hand watching her play with his fingers. “Journey baby I have to go tomorrow with Uncle Dickie for a work thing and I’ll be gone for three weeks.” Jason explained not wanting to tell her everything but also wanting to tell her the truth to a certain extent. “But I don’t want you to go bye-bye.” The little girl said tears falling down her face hiding her face into her father’s side. “It’s not for long sweetheart I’ll be back.” Jason said picking his crying daughter up moving her to his lap letting her cry into his chest while he rocked them back and forth whispering sweet nothings into her ear stroking her hair.

When the little girl calmed down he gently moved her away from his chest and wiped her face with his thumbs. “While I’m gone you’ll be staying with grandpa Bruce and great-grandpa Alfred at the Wayne manor and Sam is coming to stay with you so you don’t get scared or feel lonely.” Jason said gently. “But I want you daddy!” Journey said her little voice cracking with emotion that hurt Jason’s heart. “I know baby I’ll be back before you know it.” Jason said hating leaving his daughter but he knew he had to go not only to protect his daughter but to protect the world.

When Journey was asleep he placed her in his bed covering her with her blanket that she leaves in his room and then the duvet making sure she’s warm and comfortable.

He then went into Journey’s room cleaning her toys knowing he didn’t really need to pack clothes or toys for her cause they both had clothes at the Wayne manor for whenever they stayed over.

Jason then went to the kitchen and cleaned up making sure everything was cleaned and put in order.

He then went back to his room packed his Armor and weapons making sure he had everything ready for in the morning then he went to bed holding his daughter close to him.

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The next morning Jason carried a sleeping Journey to the car placing her in her car seat and driving over to the manor.

When they got there he saw that Sam’s car was already there.

Jason offered to pick her up but she kindly declined the offer.

During his absence, Jason knew knew his daughter might want to go somewhere fun he even gave Sam money for her and his little girl not wanting Sam to spend her hard earn money, which she tried to give it back to him saying that she loved spending time with Journey and she makes enough to spend but he didn’t have it any other way so she took it without saying another word.

Walking inside Jason saw that Bruce and Dick was waiting for him.

Jason just gave them a nod and went upstairs to his old room laying his daughter on the bed.

He then went downstairs to the cave to talk to Bruce and Dick. “So this a get in get out mission and Jason no killing.” Bruce said looking at his son seriously. “I can’t make any promises old man.” Jason said just as serious. “I hate to admit it but he’s right Bruce some people aren’t meant to be saved.” Dick said shocking both Jason and Bruce but both keep their faces emotionless.

Going back upstairs Jason saw that Journey was up playing watching Mickey Mouse with Sam. “Daddy!” excitedly yelled running to her father hugging him while Jason bent down taking his daughter into his arms. “How was your nap babygirl?” Jason asked. “It was good.” Journey said looking into her father’s eyes cupping his face in her tiny hands. “We’re here cause I have to go to work with uncle Dickie, and you’ll be here with Grandpa Bruce and great-Grandpa Alfred.” Jason explained seeing his daughter’s sad face. “How long will you be gone? I don’t want you to go bye-bye.” the little girl said sadly. “Three weeks.” Jason looking at his little one who looked at him sadly. “But that’s a long time.” the little girl said not wanting her daddy to be away for that long. “Not that long I promise I’ll be back before you know it.” Jason said kissing his daughter’s head putting her down.

While Jason was in the cave with Dick going over the mission Journey was upstairs packing somethings and decided to go along with her father and Uncle.

Journey had to time everything right.

Everyone had dinner around 6:30pm, they watched tv around 7:45pm till 8:15pm and the little girl was in bed around 9pm with her dad tucking her in. “I love you babygirl, be a good girl while I’m away and I promise to bring you something back.” Jason said while holding his daughter to his chest stroking her hair as he spoke softly. “Night night daddy.” Journey said snuggling into her dad’s chest. “Night night sweet girl.” Jason said kissing his daughter’s head.

Jason hated being away from his daughter it physically made him sick to his stomach and his heart hurt. But he knew by leaving on this mission he was protecting from the threat that was happening in Russia.

The little girl heard that her dad and uncle were leaving at midnight so she snuck on the bat-plane and hid quietly.

When she felt the plane moving she saw her uncle and dad dressed in their uniforms her dads looked different which kind of scared her but she knew her daddy from a mile away.

For 9.74 hour’s journey stayed hidden and quiet.

When they finally landed the little girl had to use the restroom and she needed a bath, so she went to the bathroom took care of her business and bathed quickly changing her clothes to something warmer.

As soon as she got out of the bathroom she bump into someone.

Looking up Journey saw her uncle.

The next morning Jason carried a sleeping Journey to the car placing her in her car seat and driving over to the manor.

When they got there he saw that Sam’s car was already there.

Jason offered to pick her up but she kindly declined the offer.

Walking inside Jason saw that Bruce and Dick was waiting for him.

Jason just gave them a nod and went upstairs to his old room laying his daughter on the bed.

While Jason was in the cave with Dick going over the mission Journey was upstairs packing somethings and decided to go along with her father and Uncle.

Journey had to time everything right.

The little girl heard that her dad and uncle were leaving at midnight so she snuck on the bat-plane and hid quietly.

When she felt the plane moving she saw her uncle and dad dressed in their uniforms her dads looked different which kind of scared her but she knew her daddy from a mile away.

For 9.74 hour’s journey stayed hidden and quiet.

As soon as she got out of the bathroom she bump into someone.

Looking up Journey saw her uncle.

(Dick Greyson):

“Journey Marie Todd what are you doing here?” Dick asked looking at his niece in shock. “Hey Uncle Dickie.” Journey said nervously. “Jason we have a situation you might want to come back to the plane.” Dick said over his comm. “on my way.” Jason said over his comm.

Dick knew his brother was going to be beyond upset.

Nightwing called Batman and told him the situation and he too was upset but was going to let his son deal with it.

Jason made it back to the plane taking his helmet off looking straight at his daughter. “Journey Marie Todd what are you doing here!” Jason yelled not wanting to lose his temper but his anger was at his peak seeing his daughter. “Hi daddy.” Journey said nervously. “What are you doing here Journey?!” Jason asked ignoring her nervous hi.

Journey stayed quiet not knowing what to say. “Journey Marie Todd I need you to talk before I lose my temper!” Jason said trying to stay calm. “I wanted to be with you.” the little girl said not understanding why her father and uncle looked so upset. “I told you that I’m coming back home in three weeks and now me and your uncle have to rush this mission so we can get you home!, not only did you put yourself at risk at getting hurt or worse, you put not only yourself in danger but you put us at risk and danger!” Jason yelled in anger.

Journey was crying scared never seeing her daddy act this way.

Jason saw the fear in his babygirl’s eyes and the tears falling down her face.

He picked her up holding her in his arms letting her cry in his chest. “I’m sorry for scaring you sweetheart but you can’t do this it’s dangerous, I don’t want anything happening to you. I can’t lose you.” Jason expressed.

Journey didn’t say anything she just hiccuped in her father’s chest.

Jason sat down on one of the seats with his daughter in his arms.

He placed his daughter in his lap patting her back. “Are you hungry sweetheart? have you eaten anything today?” Jason asked looking down at his daughter.

The little girl shook her head feeling her stomach growling.

Dick went to the small kitchen on the plane and grabbed his niece a snack and some juice handing it to his brother who handed it to the little girl.

After Journey was finished eating, and drinking her Juice she laid her head back on her father’s chest.

Dick walked over to the father/daughter duo. “I know you told Bruce. What did he say?” He said he’ll let you deal with it.” Dick said. “Well I’ll deal with it more when we get back to Gotham but right now we have to finish here earlier than expected then get home I’m ready to get home.” Jason said. “I’m with you on that, I miss my bed.” Dick said jokingly. “I’m sure you do.” Jason said smirking at his brother.

Journey stayed quiet not moving from her seat.

Jason noticed his daughter’s sitting quietly not daring to make a move. “Journey baby what’s the matter?” Jason asked looking at his daughter in concern.

The little girl didn’t say anything she just looked at her father then looked out the window. “Journey talk to me baby.” Jason said sitting next to his daughter. “You hate me.” Journey said sadly. “No sweetheart, I don’t hate you. I’ll never hate you. I love you more than anything.” Jason said taking his daughter’s hands in his. “I’m not angry anymore, I want you to know I love you more than anything and I know you hate when we’re away from each other and I do too babygirl but you sneaking here was very dangerous for you and it could have been worse if someone dangerous came aboard this plane, and me and your uncle wasn’t around. I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happened to you god forbid, that’s why I was so angry.” Jason said cupping his daughter’s face.

Journey was young but she understood the depth of everything her father was telling her.

She didn’t know what her dad and the rest of her family did, she just knew they worked together.

Looking into her father’s eyes she saw love and care. “I’m sorry daddy.” Journey said. “It’s ok baby and I’m sorry that I lost my temper and yelled at you. Don’t ever do this again I mean it Journey Marie Todd and when we get home I want you to give me your iPad, I’ll let you keep your phone cause you’ll need it going to school and your grounded for a week.” Jason said softly but firmly.

When they got back to Gotham and to the Bat-cave, Jason carried his sleeping daughter seeing Bruce and the rest of the Bat family along with Sam. “I’m so sorry Jason I should have been paying attention more. “It’s ok Sammy it’s not your fault I’m just glad she’s safe and we’re back home safely.” Jason said cupping Sam’s cheek bring her into his embrace.

Bruce walked up to his son’s awaiting their mission reports. “Mission reports.” Bruce said simply. “All good, no deaths reported.” Dick said simply. “Good. Glad the mission was successful.” Bruce said. “We’re gonna stay for awhile.” Jason said looking at Bruce. “That’s fine with me, this is your home to stay as long as you want.” Bruce said.

Jason room his daughter to her room waking her up for a bath, washing her hair and gut her dressed in her pajamas.

After his daughter was in bed and he had her iPad, Jason kissed Journey’s head then he went to his room to shower getting dressed in black sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

Seeing Sam sitting on his bed rubbing her hands nervously she looked up at him when he got out of his bathroom.

Jason sensed her nervousness and walked over to her and sat next to her taking her hands into his. “Jason I’m really sorry I looked away for a second and Journey was gone, if you don’t want to be together anymore or you want to fire me as her babysitter I’ll understand.” Sam said sadly. “Sammy I love you, I’m not gonna fire you. Journey can be sneaky but after this experience I know she’ll never do what she did ever again.” Jason said standing up putting his daughter’s iPad on her charger that he also took. “But-“ Sam started but Jason cut her off. “I’m not mad at either of you I’m just concerned about what happened, I’m just glad my daughter is safe and didn’t get hurt and same goes for you too.” Jason said cupping his girlfriend’s face with bath hands. “Journey and you mean the world to me and I was so scared I’ll lose that over this one small mistake, I honestly thought you’ll kill me for it.” Sam said her hands started shaking. “Sam I’ll never hurt you or let anyone hurt you, now if you were anyone else yes I would’ve killed you for sure but your my girlfriend and the love of my life I’ll never hurt you or let anyone hurt you. You had no idea what was going on in Journey’s head or knew she’ll sneak off, like I said she knows what she did wrong, she’s grounded for a week without her iPad and she the only reason why I’m allowing her to keep her phone is because she’ll need it for school.” Jason said simply. “Did you yell at her?” Sam asked looking at her boyfriend who looked at her in her eyes. “I did, I lost my temper, but I only yelled because what she did was extremely dangerous and I’m afraid that one day I’ll lose her because of what I do or did in the past.” Jason said for the first time telling someone his deepest fears.

Sam walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Jay Jay you’re not gonna lose her, I think anyone would be extremely crazy for messing with the daughter of Redhood and granddaughter of Batman.” Sam said while Jason wrapped his arms around her waist. “That would be crazy but it’s not impossible we all have our enemies.” Jason said. “Y’all are safe and back home that’s what matters the most.” Sam said leaning her head on Jason’s shoulder.

They soon went to bed falling asleep happy that they were safely back home and not in any hurt or danger.

-sorry it’s been so long but here it is 😉

-I’ll try to update whenever I can ☺️

-love you 3000! 💖

-stay blessed 🙏🏽 stay healthy 😷

-until next time ✌🏽

(Dick Greyson/ Nightwing (wanted him to match Jason dressed the black and red so found this picture on google).

#jason todd fluff #dad!jason todd #daddy/daughter #daddy daughter fluff #red hood #hurt/comfort

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 8 months

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Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 18: Reading

CONCEPT:

You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Painplay, smut, rough sex, himulation, aemond being an asshole to his wife, dom/sub themes, cussing, torture, pleasure control and denial and other dark smuttish things but its consentual, spankings, choking, aemond getting off on willa/oc's pain and being a sadist, oc being a sub. NECROMANY AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEAD AS WELL AS LOSS OF A CHILD (passed) FOR THIS CHAPTER: MC being a sub for aemond and aemond being a dark demon from hell.

The former queen does not waste any time to make you uncomfortable. You are once again reminded of your duties. But also of your loss. You did not know you were with child when you lost the baby.

It is silly. You did not know. You were not looking forward to being a mother. You loathed the idea of carrying his children and bringing them into this world.

So why do you feel so miserable whenever someone reminds you that you need to make heirs again? You said yourself it was fine. You lied.

Alicent and you walk through the halls of the redkeep, heading to the gardens. Guards salute her whenever she passes. "The king will likely discuss a few things with Aemond. We should have our own little conversation."She says as if you are friends. You perhaps once loathed that idea, but now you welcome it. Who knows what information the former queen has on Aemond?

You do not beat around the Bush. You can not have the luxury of being the wide-eyed innocent doe woman anymore. That girl died. "You want to know if I am with child, do you not?" You ask, but you already know her answer.

She chuckles. "You have changed, haven't you?" She remarks. You have. More than you like to admit. But she picks up the bait. "Well, are you?"

You nod, lost in thought as you figure out what to tell her. "I was. I lost my child." That is the truth. Without mentioning any blood sacrifices and necromancy. Just a simple truth. Your child was killed by the blade of an assasin.

While she did ask you, while you do see some sadness in her eyes, her voice is cold as a stone, and her lips are the same cruel line as her son's sometimes are. "Does Aemond know?"

He does. He even died defending it. And his child died defending Aemond. The child saved his life without him knowing so. The only reason Aemond is here today is because of the child you both concieved. "He knew it before I did." You still question as to how he knew before you even did, but perhaps he had contact with the maester. He likely knows the signs and is very observant. You are anything but.

Protective sex was never on your agenda with Aemond. He made sure to squirt himself empty inside of you, fulling your hot warm cunt with loads of his cum.

Just the thought of his hands smacking your ass, forcing your head down and spreading your legs when ravishing you makes you blush. You enjoyed the break you and Aemond had in the middle of the road, him just fucking you in the grass as if you were just two commoners. Politics, Houses and crowns were far away when he fucked you as if you took that eye away yourself.

You shake the thoughts off you and force a tight-lipped smile. Alicent Hightower surprises you by touching your shoulder in a sympathetic and kind matter. It reminds you of your own mother. "We only had one conversation before, and I have given you no reason to trust me, but trust my words as a mother..." She leans in and her big eyes speak volumes. You see a mother glancing back at you, a mother that fears the same as any mother. The day that the Stranger comes to take her children away. "My heart breaks for both of you."

You ignore her sympathy. You refuse to bend the bridge she destroyed. Part of why Aemond treated you the way he did, was because of how she and her husband raised him. Alicent knew that Aemond forced himself upon you for nights in a row and that you were humiliated and beaten. But she never stepped in to defend you. She called it a privilege to be touched by her son; to carry royal valyrian offspring.

You snort. "Aemond will have to wait for his perfect heir." You still can picture him so clearly when he told you that you were to give him seven sons. For every kingdom each.

You arrive in the garden. You see a familair wirewood tree. You feel much more at ease and the smell of it comforms you.

For the second time that you met her, Alicent loses her patience and the control of her emotions. "It is not Aemond why I keep pushing for a heir." She gestures to the tree."Do you know how many time considered killing myself when I was married to the king?" You turn around, shocked by her confession.

You didn't realize that the former queen was that unhappy. To be a queen always seemed fun and special to you. But it is a golden cage. "No." You confess quietly when she does not speak.

She scoffs at your idiocy. You feel foolish. "More times than I can count. I felt the walls closing in. The duty of the Queen was serving the king. You know what kept me going?" You do not. You endured the same and you barely understand how you are here today.

Her grab on your hands becomes intense almost painful. "My children. Always. The idea of leaving them in this world...it would be cruelty." She looks at the windows of the keep, as if picturing something. "A child, dear Willa. It will make your life much more brighter and full of new joy. Aemond likely will not be that interested in raising the child, but he will make sure both of you are comfortable."

---- You do not stay long with the former Queen. Alicent had work to do and you have no desire to remain alone in the castle garden under guard and in sight of the tree that reminds you how far away from home you are.

You miss the snow and the cold bite on your skin. You miss reeling and you miss the way you would welcome the warmth when entering your house, the Wyldecrest.

A guard speaks to you kindly in a hushed voice. His eyes are a blue almost silver colour and he helps you to the stairs. "May I escort you to your husband's chambers? You are expected to stay with him." He says, and you understand that you have no say in the matter.

"That is quite alright, yes thank you. This place is like a maze." You chuckle but he is silent. You frown and scold yourself and demand yourself to remain silent for the remainder of the travel.

You are relieved when you finally reach Aemond's chambers. Two guards are guarding his rooms yet you are let inside. You feel tiny and small as you pass through the big doors into the chambers of the prince.

A welcome smell of fire and wood welcomes you and you rush inside, eagerly taking in the luxuries. The silk pillows on the counch and the soft linen on his bed. You sit down on the bed. It You notice a desk and even a bookshelf in the corner of the room. You pick a few titles that seem interesting and start flipping through the pages, reading information about valyria and reading adventure books.

Yet it does not quite statisify you. Good thing you have one book that belongs to yourself. One of the few things that still belong to yourself.

From your bag, you unpack the book you saved and start by the naughty scene.

You start in the middle of the book. You reread the first few lines before the scene starts, as you enjoy reading about the pirate teasing his princess.

The words that you read hit your core, setting it briefly alight. Yet you would be a fool not to notice that your desires have changed. The book used to do, but it no longer is enough. You need more. Much more.

You worry about many things. The assassins, the king, the wars, the succession, and your own losses as well as your home that is million miles away. You reread the first few lines over and over again. You are hungry. You need someone to take your mind of things before you go mad.

You hear a loud cough near your ear. Your waist is grabbed as you squeek helpless against your attacker. You are pushed on the desk with your face and torso. You kick helplessly as your attacker chuckles. "Little foxes should be wary. You never know who might sneak up behind you." You sigh in relief by hearing Aemond's voice. Your fright becomes appreciation. Your muscles relax under his iron grip, and you accept that you will lay on the desk.

You are relieved. You do not know who else would dare to touch you but you rather not find out. You understand very well that your husband can read your body. Your red cheeks and your soft panting. "I'm glad you are back." You confess, your voice soft. "I was reading one of my own books."

Aemond chuckles, and you can not help but blush. He knows very well that it is the book that makes your tummy tingle as he described it himself. "Good. Reading is very important. Yet I worry you might be reading the wrong thing. I went to the library and handselected a few appropriate novels for you to enjoy." You are pulled to stand. You watch as Aemond shows off three in leather bound boring looking books. You read the titles and none of it speaks to you.

You sigh. "These seem so boring."

In the eyes of the prince grows a dangerous twinkle of mischief. "Yet you will read each and every one of them, word for word." You carefully compose your face, but inwardly, you roll your eyes.

You pick the book with the blue leather cover and let the other two be. You open the book on his desk and start reading. You feel Aemond's hands hold your shoulders.

The story is about a noble lady. You recognise a lot of yourself in her. She, too, had everything. She, too, lost everything. You read the first few pages with genuine interest before you come to the next chapter.

Where the lady gets stolen by an enemy. Your husband takes out the chair and sits down on it, patting his lap. "Come sit."

You obey almost blindly and enchanted without fuss. Aemond wraps his arms around you, and you continue reading the book on his lap.

The enemy is a very charming yet dangerous Knight from a neighbouring house. He acts differently than the pirate. The pirate joked. The pirate charmed. Yet this man? This man is rotten from within.

You keep reading until you spot a sentence that starts to increase and finally feed your hungers. "Very well. I shall take you." You are scared to flip the page with Aemond so close to you, likely reading what you are reading. Your hand is grabbed by Aemond, and he forces you to flip the page.

"Keep reading, little fox. Keep reading every word. I will know if you skip."

You don't doubt his word. You obediently read every single teasing line. The lady describes that she is confused. She is furious with her attacker, yet her body betrays her. She is wet, and her nippels harden. The attacker likely knows so.

She was grabbed by her hair and yanked up from the ground she was kneeling on. You feel hands softly touch your legs, teasing you. You know they belong to Aemond.

She ends up on the bed, her face stuffed in a pillow to silence her. Her legs are spread, and her expensive dress is ripped. You can almost hear the grunts of the attacker as he strips his prey bare, revealing every inch.

She begs him. She is maiden. He does not care and fucks her body. It is described as that he claims her body, destroys her future and her soul in the process. Despite her fuss she enjoys herself. She enjoys a strange man ransacking her body and she enjoys being his whore. You can relate to her.

You flip the page with trembling hands. The lady begs and moans in the pillow, soaking it. Your core aches for a good cock. You slowly clench your pussy to control your feelings. She is pushed on her knees, her legs are spread and your eyes go big as you reread the next setance.

He takes her in her ass. You gasp softly. Aemond chuckles delighted by your virginal response. You want to know how the lady liked that. You need to know if it hurts. Or if it is good. Perhaps even better.

You keep reading. You gasp as your eyes scan the words quickly as the feeling of hunger and desire increases. The man fucks the poor lady on her knees, forcing his cock down her ass, taunting her for losing everything so fast. You become speechless and quietly moan.

Aemond forces your face near his neck and kisses your lips sloppily. He brings his lips to your neck next and you moan helpless in his arms. You are unmistakably wet.

The lady is trapped beneath him. He rips her skirts open, undoes his pants, and forces her on the table. He pins her down and enters her from behind, fucking her sore little cunny. She is lifted from the table and briefly impaled with a scandalous cry. You need more.

Your husband speaks gently. "I told you would enjoy them?" You can only nod, wordless. Aemond smiles. You wait for his permission. He leans back in the chair and, with a simple casual movement, unlaces your corset. You are relieved when he takes off your clothing for you. "Show me." You know what he wants to see. You nod, pulling down your skirts and showing off your wet, warm little piece of heaven that you guard between your legs.

Aemond groans at the sight of you clenching it. You reach for your own wetness and run a finger over your folds stimulation yourself. Aemond watches you.

Until you feel a sharp himulating pain on your cunt. He hit you, without any doubt. You are smacked and cry out in pain and in confusion. "You're a whore, shoving your cunt in my face.' He spat.

You whimper."I thought it was expected of me." He told you to show and you did. His smirk comforms you. He is not truly angry. He is just jesting and toying with you. As usual.

"Leave the thinking to me." He groans, possessivly rubbing where he hit you. Your body needs him. You nod, accepting that he will take charge. You need him to do so anyway. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper that you need him inside of you.

Aemond laughs and ignores your pleas. "Keep reading. Do you not wish to know how our lovely friends are doing? You enjoyed the first pages. The ending will surprise you." You once had one request for endings. That it was a happy ending with a marriage and a happy couple with the witch defeated. Now you just want to read about the sexual intercourse they are about to have.

You slowly hum."Keep touching me when I read." You tell him. Aemond scoffs in disbelieve and you look up as you understand why he is so shocked.

You gave him a order. Him. Your husband and your prince. You cower before he has even grabbed your shoulders. "Did you just dare to give me a order?" He murmers in your ear.

You know you won't get anything if he is displeased. You know he might even get angry and perhaps a little violent. "No, husband. It was a suggestion. Please. I need you." You beg pathetically.

He chuckles forgetting about his anger. "Not yet."

"Read. Now." He barks it at you and you nod quickly, returning to your book. You are sucked back in the story and calmly read with Aemond tracing his fingers around your nippels, teasing you.

The lady is grabbed by her feet, dragged over the bed leaving a trial of blood. The enemy spreads her legs wide enough to hurt her and to cause her discomfort. You are holding your breath. The cock is slowly rubbing against her sensitive skin by her cunny. She is not yet fucked, just cruelly teased that she will. Her spoils are wet and she is called a good for nothing whore before the enemy places himself behind her, bends her cruelly and spits in her face before....

You flip the page. You notice that the pages are empty. You also notice that the pages are ripped out. Someone took them. You flip the pages faster and faster looking for them. They are gone.

Helplessly you to turn to Aemond. You show him the book. "Aemond, my love. Someone took the pages!"

He sighs, delighted before smirking. That is all you needed. He took the pages. "Aemond,' you squeek your voice a soft warning. "I swear..." You will hurt that man.

His smile only widens and deepens, finally matching with his twinkling eye. You like looking at him when he smiles. Not smirking, but genuinely a happy, healthy smile. He looks attractive when he smirks; but when he smiles? You enjoy that even more. "Shsh, little fox. I wouldn't threaten me." He warns you with a soft spanking on your leg. You hiss but keep quiet. "Are you a little upset your friend didn't get to finish? Or are you upset you aren't her?" He mocks you and teases you.

But two can play that game.

You rub yourself gently in front of Aemond. You feel his good eye on you and you are proud of yourself for holding his attention. That is until he grabs something from an open book about Valyria.

You are pushed back on the desk, legs dangling and they are spread. You moan without even being touched. You feel Aemond slowly rub your skin before introducing your skin to something cold and metallic. You whimper.

He chuckles before smacking it on your dripping pussy causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. "Ah! Husband!" You barely hold in a unladylike cuss. His lips kiss your legs.

He shows you what he hit you with. It is a ruler made of metal. You clench your muscles at the sight of it. "Yes, my little fox? Don't you like my new ruler?" Aemonds voice is full of innocence but he knows very well that you appreciate a spanking.

Perhaps more than you should. You need it. You need to be disciplined. You beg him with your eyes and whimper softly. "Please, my husband. My prince. Hit me once more." You beg softly.

You hope it will get him to serve you. You know it will. Aemond loves your pain. "No, no no. I can't do that. What kind of man hits his wife?" He grins deviously. He is denying your pleasure on purpose.

You grit your teeth and roll your eyes. "The kind that does not back down to give her what she deserves and needs." That is taking it too far. Yet you smile and enjoy your rushing heart.

Aemond growls before holding you down. You enjoy his iron grip and the way he frowns at you full of anger. "You know what you need?" Smack.

That was just the start of it. Aemond uses the ruller to spank your body on sensestive places. Places where a lover would kiss you yet you experience pain.

You shake your head at a loss for words. Aemond keeps you on the desk, and your hands are forced around the belt on his hips. "Undress me, wench." You faithfully sink to your knees in front of your husband. You unlace his pants for him and pull them down. The prince grabs your throat glaring at you as if you are filth. You open your mouth for him.

You end up stripped, on your belly on the desk with the prince right behind you. "There is a bed there." You point it out. The bed seems more comfortable than this desk. Yet Aemond scoffs.

"These are my rooms. I am well aware of where my bed is."

Without a warning you are forced to lay. Your legs are grabbed and his cock slams inside of your hot wet cunny. Aemond releases a groan of delight and ownership as he fucks you. You remain on the desk, your loud moans and gasps betraying that you enjoy this too much. Your core is set alight by his trusts. You wish he could stay here forever.

You are impaled. You are bended. And you are fucked and ridden by him as if you are his dragon. His nails dig in your skin as he rocks his hips to your cunt forcing his cock inside of you. The cock is erected and pokes you slightly, yet you welcome the pain with a blissful soft hiss.

Your cries are loud and desperate. Aemond is careful with fucking you. He is not going fast enough to finish you. He wants to torture you. He wants to feel himself swim in your wetness before pulling out, teasing you with a soft delicious trust that promises you that more good things are coming.

You need him. You cry out for your husband, tears running down your face as you buck yourself against his cock, crying out as it slides in deep and through. "Please! Gods, please! Have me, husband!" You beg before wordlessly sobbing.

He smiles, tracing a finger down a tear before scooping it up and sucking off his finger tasting your tears. You sniffle but your cries become soft as he pets your hair, smoothing you. He hums happily when you surrender yourself completely to him. "That is a good little fox." He speaks, tauntingly.

You nod. But it isn't long before you feel him touch your behind. Your worst nightmare is confirmed when he enters your ass. You buck as a wild animal refusing to be ridden. You try to push him off, but he keeps holding you down, using his muscles on you.

You are scared. "Husband...' You whimper.

He chuckles. "Silence, wench." "It is just my finger." You sigh, relieved. This shall be the final thing he will take from you. The thought of having him inside of you there sounds painful and shameful. You did a lot of shameful and painful things, yet you enjoyed yourself.

Aemond leans in to whisper in your ear and what he whispers terrifies you. "This time, that is. You owe me your final maidenhead. You act prudish and scared but once my cock has made itself at home in your ass, my little fox won't want anything else. I know you too well." Aemond removes his finger and smacks your behind causing you to grunt.

He is done with that part of your body."Did you earn your reward? Do you deserve to finish?"

You shake your head, crying. "No. I've been sinful and ungrateful. I touched myself." You doubt he will forgive you for that.

Aemond sighs. "I saw that. We need to do something about that, won't we?"

You nod, sniffling. Aemond grabs the ruler back up and you are forced on your back this time. He lets the ruler slide over your exposed cunt and the cold metal sends shivers down your spine. You are held down by him as well as if he is scared of you running.

He smacks down harshly and you cry out in approval and in pain. The ruler spanks your inner tighs next and pain and pleasure mixes inside of you. You need him.

Aemond notices your needs and drops the ruler before turning you back on your knees, kneeling to his front.

You pant happily as he takes you. He takes you on the hard desk and your muscles hurt for every time he slams you down on it as if he hunted and skinned you himself. You are fucked brutally on the desk, your legs forced around Aemonds middle as his cock penters your poor dripping little cunny until you see stars and feel as if you are floating.

Your husband forces his cock in your face. You obediently suck it off for him, tasting yourself on his length. Aemone growls in pleasure. He smiles at your obedience before spanking your cunt with his mere hand. Yet it makes you hungry and you clench your pussy. He smacks it once more, grabbing your throat. "Ask me nicely, little fox."

You beg him. As the whore that you are. "Please husband. Take me."

He grins. "Very well. I shall."

You whimper, grunt, scream, and cry for him as he finishes you off with a slow, torturous trust. You pant as he takes you once more, allowing himself to take you as his spoils. That is your duty as his wife. You encourage him to unleash his fantasies on you. "I am yours, Aemond." You whisper his name very softly. He groans in your ear before trusting himself back inside of you. It hurts. There is no denying that. But the pleasure is stronger than the pain.

Your husband comes inside of you. You are both statisifed. Aemond drops himself from your body. Your legs are grabbed, and you are carried to the bed. He throws you on it. He takes the spare neatly folded blanket and puts it around your body.

You are shocked when he joins you. "Welcome to King's Landing, my little fox." Aemond murmers in your ear when kissing your lips softly. "I hope it lives up to your expectations." You never had any expectations of the capital and never had any desire to see it either

You laugh. "I never had any expectations. Father told me I'd likely never would see the capital. I was supposed to marry closer to home, after all."

Something dangerous changes in Aemond. "This is your home now. You best forget you had anything else. This castle is much better than that shithole."

You are insulted but don't have the energy left to fight him. You nod instead, and he is disappointed that you don't fight back. He gets up from the bed, dresses himself, and leaves without looking back.

You get up from the bed and walk to the window, the sheets covering your body. You wonder how Wyldecrest will survive without you.

And most of all; you wonder how you will survive without Wyldecrest.

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aquiescentraconteur · 11 months

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growth by pressure

My dear sweet girl,

It’s been a while, I’ve been busy.

Growing, changing, evolving.

In between these things, I thought of you and how I wish I had already met you. Some call it the ‘ticking of the biological clock’, I call it unconditional love. I call it a bond that bends even the toughest thing, time.

Valuable lessons you need to learn will come in the hardest times and with the most horrible pains. You will feel your heart detach itself from your chest, taking away everything you’ve loved about life up until then. Heartbreak, that’s what they call it.

I know I won’t be able to protect you from it. I’m coming to terms with accepting it. It’s better, for my sake, if I come to terms with accepting the fact that ‘if you like a flower, you pluck it. But if you love it, you water it.’

I’ll water your bad days with chocolate, warmth and love. I’ll come into your room with boxing gloves and running shoes. Take the time you need to grieve, that’s what the chocolate is there for. Accept the muffled hiccups, the midnight tears on the pillow, and embrace the pain.

What you shouldn’t do is turn into it, do not turn yourself into the pain you’re feeling. After you’ve accepted it, I’ll bring you the gloves and the shoes. The shoes will take you wherever you need to go, the gloves will help you fight to stay there.

Own your life, you only get one, sweetie. It’s your most valuable treasure, it’s the gift me and your dad decided to share with you, make the most out of it. I’ll leave you with one of the quotes that has been guiding me:

“It’s normal to be a little scared, but I wanna bend the rules and play some truth or dare.”

Play truth or dare, be brave, be daring.

And, if you break your face…

Don’t worry, Mom is here with every lesson you will ever need because I too have been there.

Love,

Mom, 5th of June 2023

Ps. I just realized that breaking my face hurts a little bit less if I remember that I’m gathering the knowledge needed to help the love of my life in the future. So I guess I have to thank you, baby, you’re already making everything better even if you’re not here yet.

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abusivelittlebunny · 2 years

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Well I watched Beach Rats (2017)....

#i actually loved it. i read many comments that were like omg this is such a bi movie when nothing could be farther from the truth #this is the toxic masculinity ridden posing road man hiding so deep in the closet even he himself can barely see it trope personified #like it was so good how it was shown that he had such trouble trying to fit in the straight rules and getting a gf just to try to convince #not only others but himself as well that there's nothing wrong with him even though it pained him so much to do so and not understanding it #baby boy is like im not gay but keeps asking for hookups from older men online and asking to see their dicks #and tries so hard to deny himself by forcing himself to date this girl that became interested in him just so his buddies and family won't #pester him about it and he also has to prove to this girl too that he's straight but he's really not and it frustrates him into lashing out #I've seen many gifsets where the girl asks him do you think I'm pretty? in bed but out of context it just has a completely different feel #this poof boy let this girl come over despite looking miserable about it and tried to get high to dilute the embarrassment and shame #but it just doesn't work he can't get hard for her and it makes him hide in the pillow and try to excuse it away with being too high #and trying to further get out of it by saying he has no protection and being needlessly rude to her to try to get her to leave #and she asks do you think im pretty? and it's heartbreaking because he can't answer #he can't just say no she is a hot girl he's just not attracted to her not like he is to the old strangers showing their cocks to him #so he just asks if she's fishing for compliments and even when she's being sweet and sexy and nice it just doesn't work #and it drives him mad. mad enough that when she asks again he picks up her bra and presses it against his chest and mocks her #with the same question with a distorted voice to finally get her to leave. and then in the morning when his mother asks who was the girl #sneaking out of his room at dawn and how she'd like to meet her he just puts up a stone wall. his mom would be happy if he had a girlfriend #and stayed out of trouble + his friends keep asking about her so he feels like she's his way out of all this madness but truly #she just makes it worse unintentionally. because its all pretend & the sex is not good & he needs to lock himself into the bathroom #& masturbate to try to get hard for it and the frustration just leads him to more posing & turning to drugs #and strangers for hookups. it was especially a low point when he ran into one of his previous hook ups bartending at a party where he was #with the girl and the tension was so thick you could cut it. he tried to fuck his gf to get out of his head but it was just not good #you could see him trying to keep a hard on try to think of anything else but it's not the same as an older man bending him over #and he leaves after a minute like an angry toddler throwing a tantrum at the party and sucking off some homeless looking dude to cool off #the way he's shown calmer and just happier with men but he keeps denying himself over and over by asking for another chance from her was so #fucking heart wrenching and im pretty sure this staying rooted in the closet is what drives him to the wrong crowd and doing drugs #of course besides his dying father #great fucking movie will watch it a hundred more times despite the awkward scenes and the horrid dance music #beach rats #harris dickinson

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dramioneficrecommendations · 3 years

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Best Draco/Hermione Fics Dramione Shippers Read in 2020

A few days ago, I asked you what were the best Dramione fics you'd read in 2020. Here's the huge list of your excellent recs (in alphabetical order):

A Creature Most Unusual by JMilz: Draco Malfoy is on a mission. Unfortunately, Hermione Granger catches him in the act. When she sees that he has adopted a rather unusual magical creature, she becomes determined to make sure he takes care of it. Little does she know, the animal may hold her key to eternal glory . . . and a whirlwind romance. M, 9 Chapters, 24,460 Words

A Little More Alive, Far Less Lost by MGL_Dramione_Lover: After Draco's post-war trial, he finds himself attending his 8th year at Hogwarts with Hermione. As remorse and acceptance replace anger and hate, the old enemies begin a friendship that sparks into much more than they ever hoped for. Hermione's goal as Head Girl is to banish old prejudices and unite the school while Draco's only wish is to become a man worthy of her love. M, 22 Chapters, 84,823

A New Light by mithrilstarlight: Draco spent six years doing his best to keep his head down. Then he runs into Hermione Granger. Turns out, they actually have a lot in common.Chapters posted M/W/F. T, 18 Chapters, 33,876 Words

A Second Look by RiverWriter: Her best friend's life was a mess and she would have done anything to make things better for him and his sons. So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look. M, 30 Chapters, 127,243 Words

All that is Rare by smithandbarrowman: In the wizarding world, it has long been assumed that men are Alphas and women are Omegas. However, when Hermione Granger discovers that assumptions are rarely factual, her status as one of only a handful of female alphas that has ever existed has men falling at her feet.But there’s only one man she wants, and like the male alphas before her, the hunt is on until he bears her mark. E, 31 Chapters, 119,755 Words

All the Wrong Things by LovesBitca8: Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV. Part 2 of the "Rights and Wrongs" series. E, 24 Chapters, 160,297 Words

All You Want by senlinyu: Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic. E, 36 Chapters, 172,651

apples & cream by LovesBitca8: She could have taken her things and gone through his Floo without a word. She could have ignored him on Monday morning, as though last night had been no more than a fever dream and too much Firewhisky. But she’d come back to bed. Inspired by the lovely NikitaJuice's "apples & cream." E, 1 Chapter, 1,426 Words

Beginning and End by mightbewriting: Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control. A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope. E, 48 Chapters, 242,100 Words

Bells on a Hill by HeyJude19: Left by his fiancée a month before the ceremony, Draco never got his dream wedding, so agreeing to assist Granger with her own wedding planning to distract himself from his broken engagement seems like a great idea—though Draco probably shouldn't fall in love with the bride-to-be. Based very (very) loosely on The Wedding Singer. T, WIP

Bending Light by scullymurphy: Draco Malfoy was in exile, though they called it protection. It was the summer after sixth year and he'd taken Dumbledore's offer, defected to the other side and been sent away to a small town in Italy for his troubles. No magic, few rules, and not a lot to do - until Hermione Granger showed up. M, WIP

Break for me by Ada_P_Rix: COMPLETE _______________ "-I told them this wouldn’t work.” He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together at the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn’t miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they darkened even further. “I can’t help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and fuck her into the mattress.” _______________ Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created to cause certain heightened side effects. Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occlude long enough to resist her... E, 7 Chapters, 45,107 Words

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm: For a moment, she's almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy's been ruined by this war and he's as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He's got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they'll compare sizes. E, 51 Chapters, 148,908 Words

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc: Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting. E, WIP

Calendar Boys by anne_ammons, Nadiapolyakova (Rijaya83): She had thrown out the idea on a lark, but now Hermione Granger was tasked with bringing the charity calendar to life. What was one more thing on her list? An art/writing collaboration between nadiapolyakova and anne_ammons - twelve photos and a piece of the story behind them. M, WIP

Cherry Mint by dirtymudblood: "He could smell her. Even multiple train cars away, he could smell her. Except, Draco didn’t know who she was. He ignored his natural instincts to pant like a dog and follow the scent to the omega in the beginning stages of heat. Instead he willed himself to rub his knuckles against the rough wood of the table in front of him." E, 27 Chapters, 58,081 Words

Dark Water and Dying Eyebrights by bexchan: One of them is desperately trying to remember their past while the other is forever trying to escape theirs. It's seven years after the war and Draco has managed to avoid almost everyone from Hogwarts, living a lonely life on a small island, far away from the wizarding community. But a familiar face in a cafe window capsizes his world into chaos. Dramione. EWE. Memory fic. M, WIP

Difficult by provocative envy: COMPLETE: "I should," I repeated. "But I don't want to." And then he smiled, and I was wrecked. HG/DM. M, 30 Chapters, 87,041 Words

Don't Look Back by Onyx_and_Elm: It’s the smell of it. Chemical. Bitter and sharp as a raw edge on metal. Just a hint of it as she passes him at breakfast — but enough to stop her dead, mid-step. There is Wolfsbane in his tea. E, WIP

Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time by monsterleadmehome: She scoffs. “If you must know, he ‘elected’ me because he thinks our shared animosity will keep you in check. He’s also not worried about you trying to shag me as a distraction.” He leans back, stubbing out his cigarette on the banister. His eyes rove over her from crown to toe and back. She lifts her chin and tries not to shiver. “Well, he’s right about that.” Lucius Malfoy hires Hermione Granger to whip his son into shape so he can find a pure-blood bride and receive his inheritance. What could go wrong? E, 10 Chapters, 48,092 Words

Draco's Gift by TriDogMom: Draco gives Hermione a gift because of an instructional YouTube video. M, 1 Chapter, 1,705 Words

Dragon in the Dark by GracefulLioness: The battle is won, Voldemort is dead, but the war is far from over. In the new Death Eater regime, Draco Malfoy does what he must to survive and keep his mother safe. Now a highly trained assassin, Draco has learned to think of his targets as inhuman beings, but when he is tasked with killing someone from his past, he can no longer hide from the horrors of the world around him. E, 31 Chapters, 164,782 Words

For a Present Under the Tree by grace_lou_freebush: When Draco and Hermione eloped, the Wizarding World turned against them. Hermione is stuck in a low level, low paying Ministry job with no hope of upward movement. Draco can't even convince someone to hire him. Now, it's Christmas, and Draco knows Hermione deserves the world - or at the least a Christmas gift. He finds the perfect hair comb to replace the horrid Muggle brush she's been making due with, and he'll do anything to afford the paltry present so he can have something to put under the Christmas tree for his wife. Making a beeline for the jewelry box containing the hair combs, Draco rifled through them, landing on an ivory comb with queen anne rose carvings and gold filigree detailing. He brought it to the startled shopkeeper and set it down gently. Pulling his sixth generation Malfoy heirloom pocket watch from his coat, he shoved it in the wizard's face without second guessing himself. "I would like to make an exchange." E, 1 Chapter, 10,141 Words

Fortuitous by MrsRen: Recently divorced Draco doesn't believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn't expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need. M, 13 Chapters, 93,695 Words

Fuck, Marry, Avada by Lilian_Silver: Some years after the war, the gang meets up at the Leaky to play a silly game, with very real consequences. E, 1 Chapter, 3,106 Words

Give Me An Hour by RZZMG: As the war continues to rage on around them, Hermione Granger decides to seduce fellow Order Member, Draco Malfoy, one night while at Grimmauld Place... and everything between them changes after that. Fic follows the "five times" trope, and is dedicated to raspberryjukebox. One-shot. A/U-Extended War scenario. Dramione. Drama-Romance-Hot Shag! COMPLETE! M, 1 Chapter, 3,251 Words

Good Girl by arabellaleyes: Hermione is tired of their normal routine in the bedroom. What will happen when she asks Draco to spice things up? One-shot. Complete. M, 1 Chapter, 9,000 Words

Hindsight by floorcoaster: It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time to make some changes. T, 12 Chapters, 167,694 Words

How to Love Thy Neighbour by WhatSoMalfoy: After her relationship with Ron falls apart, Hermione attempts to juggle a personal muggle life with a professional wizarding one. After encountering her high school nemesis in the most unlikely place, Hermione adds another ball to the juggling mix. M, 14 Chapters, 41,992 Words

How to Move On by longdistance: It's been nearly a decade since the war. A long time since she locked herself away. A long time since he faced his mistakes. She's what he wants. He's what she needs. It's time for both of them to figure out how to move on. M, WIP

Hydrotherapy by eilonwy: Draco finds a trip to the showers after playing Quidditch... enlightening. E, 2 Chapters, 7,163 Words

I Choose You by melanoradrood: At the end of Fifth Year, Hermione finds out why It is that none have approached her with a Marital Contract, the only way she can remain in the Wizarding World after Graduation. It has already been signed by her Magical Guardian, someone she has never met - she is to be the next Lady Malfoy. A year and a half later, she is a married witch, but still, Draco Malfoy, who had chosen her above all others, had not spoken of it. In fact, they barely spoke at all. And when trouble heads their way, Hermione means to change that. Really, she means to change a lot of things. E, 5 Chapters, 24,527 Words

Isolation by Bex-chan: He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP. Now complete with epilogue. M, 49 Chapters, 284,050 Words

It Happened in Egypt by bionically: Wandless in Egypt: Draco's stranded in Egypt, but luckily, there's a Granger in sight. Now, if only he could be prevented from strangling her. Fun times abroad: It was supposed to be a leisurely solo trip down the Nile. Hermione didn't factor in one blond man from her past and all his drama. Then, of course, there's the fact that everyone's after him. Much hilarity ensues. Maybe. *** A rom-com adventure/mystery featuring two unwilling partners on the run from Lucius Malfoy, alien-hunters, Muggle police, and local wizards engaged in a civil war. T, WIP

Love and Other Misfortunes by senlinyu: Draco Malfoy is dying. He's part-Veela and needs his mate to survive. Post-war, Hermione Granger is a workaholic, up to her eyeballs in legal activism on behalf of Magical Beings, and hasn't yet noticed that Malfoy is the Magical Being who needs her most. “Because I don’t want to be saved by you just because you feel like you have to.” He was properly furious now. “I’m in love with you." Hermione stared at him. She knew but somehow hearing him say it made the air shimmer with magic. "I’m in love with you,” he said again, despairingly. “And that means I want you to be as happy as you possibly can. And you won’t be, not with me.” M, 23 Chapters, 98,584 Words

Manacled by senlinyu: Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.Now illustrated by Avendell. E, 77 Chapters, 370,473 Words

Measure Of A Man by inadaze22: To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man. E, WIP

Meet the Malfoys by raven_maiden: 4 Works, 21, 442 Words

of flavoured names and coloured sounds by Pink Panda (Ejacyeolation): "He doesn’t question it at first, the fact that sounds have colours and words have flavours. He grows up with it, grows up seeing powerful ruptures of colour when his mother plays the piano and softer, translucent bursts when the people around him speak. His father’s voice fills his vision with sombre oranges and lilacs while his mother’s is a pleasant mix of delicate greens, blues, and greys. The word father tastes like wet wood and the word mother tastes like the pumpkin juice the house-elves frequently serve him."In which Draco just wants to know what colour Hermione's moans would be. He also wants to know if her skin would taste as sweet as her surname or maybe as intoxicating as her given name. E, 2 Chapters, 10,351

Once Upon a Night by longdistance: One night will change everything. M, 17 Chapters, 57,444 Words

One and Done by PacificRimbaud: Hermione Granger has a career she loves, friends she can depend on, and a nice set of hand towels for her new flat. She's single and tired of tiresome men, but that doesn't stop her from wearing beautiful lingerie underneath her serious Ministry skirts. Or having pictures taken in naughty knickers. Just once. For herself. Draco Malfoy doesn't get upset at the sight of blood, which is good, because he sees a lot of it. What he doesn't see a lot of is Hermione Granger in her unmentionables. Usually. A series of meetings and mix-ups in which one cannot possibly mean done. E, 4 Chapters, 35,011 Words

Our shared silence by Vofastudum: She wakes up one morning and everyone is just gone, vanished like they never existed at all. Everyone but Him. And in this silent solitude, he's all she has. Hermione and Draco alone in empty castle. Mystery and a plot twist you didn't see coming! EDITED 10/2020 M, 17 Chapters, 40,149 Words

Pinned by bionically: Draco doesn't know what he's expecting when he follows Blaise down a dark alley, but it certainly isn't this. For a man with an addictive personality, this isn't going to turn out well. Assigned trope: Voyeurism *** Or, a chance encounter with a frizzy-haired witch from his misbegotten past in the last place anyone should have expected to see her sets Draco's disordered life on its ear. The path to redemption is truly paved with unexpected surprises. E, 20 Chapters, 110,886 Words

Really Sell It by RoseHarperMaxwell: Draco's having a rough eighth year, and Hermione's going to make it better for him. "Well, it’s clear what needs to happen.” She gripped his chin, tilting his head to make sure she hadn’t missed any injuries, before looking straight into his eyes. “You’re my boyfriend now.” *Featuring fake dating, exhibitionism, and sex-positive Hermione Granger. Submission for Farewell to Summer: The 31 Flavors of Smut Fest. E, 1 Chapters, 7,612 Words

Remain Nameless by HeyJude19: How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why are morning meetings with Draco Malfoy the only thing that make sense anymore? E, 51 Chapters, 312,315 Words

Remember Us As War (but call us forgiveness) by Anyaparadox: Following the devastation of the Battle of Hogwarts, The Wizarding Population Growth Act is put into effect. All witches and wizards will be matched with their most compatible partner. Failure to comply will not be tolerated. Survival is key. Hermione reminds herself of this. Survival. She can fix this, if only she can survive. The war has made this a task she is equipped for. Marrying Draco Malfoy will hardly be the worst thing she's ever endured. M, WIP

Ring A Ring O' Roses by Gallivant: Dark Magic, Dark Wizards and a mysterious and deadly Dark Flux, which, in the wrong hands, has the terrifying potential to mass-murder Muggles and Muggle-borns ... It’s been fourteen years since the end of the Second Wizarding War and the Wizarding World is settled, stable and seemingly safe… Hermione Weasley has it all: a loving family, a successful career - and happiness… of sorts. But a series of unexpected events is about to turn her life upside-down, threatening those she loves, fatally undermining the peace between worlds that has prevailed for centuries … changing life as she knows it, possibly forever. If working with Draco Malfoy was the last thing Hermione Weasley ever wanted, falling for your enemy was the least expected. A quest to thwart a magical weapon of mass destruction has devastating consequences. A race to save the world, becomes a race to save themselves… M, 65 Chapters, 527,141 Chapters

Set Fire to the Rain by HarleyQuinn1317: What happens when the one you're destined for is the last person you should ever be with... When the Ministry of Magic asks for volunteers for their Marriage Initiative, Hermione Granger must come to terms with the one terrible deed she committed during the Second Wizarding War. Can she find it in her heart to forgive herself and finally learn to let love in? E, WIP

Sex and Occlumency by Graendoll: Hermione didn't escape from the war unscathed, and when she finally decides on a solution to her problems she's left to explore it on her own. A chance encounter with Draco Malfoy sets her world on it's head and leads her down a path towards healing that she would never have anticipated. E, 18 Chapters, 65,079 Words

The Art of Seating Etiquette by inadaze22: Hermione believes that every problem has a solution, and that solution can be found in a book. That is, until Draco starts sitting to her right every Friday. She has no answers until help comes in the form of an unlikely source: Ron Weasley. E, 1 Chapter, 9,734 Words

The Auction by LovesBitca8: In the wake of the Dark Lord’s triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help—and hope—seem to arise from the most unlikely of places. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series. E, 41 Chapters, 325,702 Words

The Binding by Curly_Kay: “Okay, what we know so far.” Hermione listed, "One, our magic is drawing us together. Two, we can use each other’s wands. Three, there were actual sparks when you touched me."After an infant binding ritual magically joins Hermione and Draco to counteract the Black family blood curse, they must navigate the secret binding through their years together at Hogwarts. E, 35 Chapters, 175,451 Words

The Carnal Club by Ada_P_Rix: COMPLETE The Halloween Ball is fast approaching with Hermione at the helm.... What a delightful time to suddenly learn of a centuries old secret sex-game club that is currently ran by a Blonde haired Slytherin. Oh, and it only happens once a year every October, when the winner takes all at the Halloween Ball ...The First Rule of Carnal Club: You do not talk about Carnal Club. E, 8 Chapters, 43,306 Words

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy by Speechwriter (batmansymbol): The night that Harry and Dumbledore return from the cave, the Death Eaters are delayed from reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower for one more minute. Draco Malfoy lowers his wand. A Deathly Hallows rewrite in which Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the Order of the Phoenix. T, WIP

The Erised Effect by Ada_P_Rix: Hermione and Pansy work in a shop together. Draco, Harry, Theo and Blaise all work together at the Ministry. They all meet up every Friday at the pub to have drinks. Pansy has a new fantasy potion that she likes to call 'The Erised Effect' that she's keen to try out on willing participants ... Boys are so easy to manipulate when alcohol is involved .... E, 13 Chapters, 88,852 Words

The Fallout by everythursday: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy. E, 49 Chapters, 310,229 Words

The Figures of Figuring Out by Vofastudum: You were the biggest riddle in my life. You were the one I couldn't figure out. You were the only thing I couldn't find a pattern to. You were something I couldn't look up from any book. Unwritten, with no instructions. And I was used to finding solutions! Post-war eight-year secret romance. Edited 12/2020 M, 13 Chapters, 26,951 Words

The Flat in Bath by Ada_P_Rix: Loosely inspired by 365 Days...-- Malfoy grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly at him. “Don’t you dare, Granger...” He told her roughly as his intense gaze bored into her own. “I fucking forbid you to come until I’ve had enough of you...” Draco caught her cheeks now between the fingers of his free hand and then snapped her head to the side and licked her earlobe, trailing down to her jawline. “...one flutter of those delicious walls of yours and you’re going to wish you never opened your legs for me.” -- __________________ Hermione is kidnapped during a raid and taken captive by someone who doesn't plan on 'torturing' her in the conventional way... E, WIP

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon: The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an “Eighth Year”, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. She will do as she pleases, and anyone who doesn’t like it will see the business end of her wand. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family’s name. Hermione’s hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE! M, 81 Chapters, 271,830 Words

The Library of Alexandria by senlinyu: The Library of Alexandria is not for just any witch or wizard. Many bookworms may try but few are permitted to pass through its doors. The books residing there are ancient and powerful and, if one happens to make a mistake, the consequences can be rather—novel. E, 6 Chapters, 26,383 Words

The List by AureliaBlack90: After her divorce, Hermione decides to get out of town to recover from the pain of her lost relationship and the miscarriage she suffered a year previously. She arrives in the Cotswolds depressed and aimless but compiles a list of things to do that she hopes will help her get back on her feet. In the midst of her journey to find healing she keeps running into Draco Malfoy, who is nothing like she remembered him. He invites her into his world, and Hermione finds exactly what she was looking for - in the place she least expected it. E, 10 Chapters, 70,526 Words

The Manuscript by alexandra_emerson: Five 1/2 years after the war, in the middle of a big fight with Draco, Hermione finds a manuscript. It’s a retelling of her and Draco’s love story, written by him. She never realized how much he was struggling before she read his words. Snippet: I could spend my whole life apologizing to you Hermione, and it would never be enough. Post-war, angst-filled Dramione with a happy ending. M, 21 Chapters, 154,918 Words

The Memory of You by PotionChemist: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger fell in love against all odds, but there was one big problem — he was already married. Pressured, Hermione does something she promised herself she would never do again and erases their affair from his memory. Completely devastated, she avoids seeing Draco or the Malfoys at all costs. But is their love too strong? Are they inevitable? What will happen if he finds out about their previous relationship? E, WIP

The Mountain and The Sea by AlexisDanaan: Hermione Granger was perfectly happy with her life, her job as a Healer Trainee, her ugly cat and her cute little house in the countryside. And then Draco Malfoy had to go and mess that all up, typical git. Post-Hogwarts, EWE, OOC, creature!fic. E, 12 Chapters, 40,441 Words

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae: The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.” M, 15 Chapters, 45,807 Words

The Phoenix Potion by FedonCiadale: Twenty years after the battle of Hogwarts.... Harry is head auror and is worried about cases where Muggleborn children meet with accidents, Ron is a famous Quidditch keeper. Both haven't talked to Hermione for ages and certainly not to her husband, Draco Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy struggles with a curse, and Neville and Luna try to stay friends with all. The key to solving the problems may lie in the past, a time nobody really wants to revisit and some can't. T, 111 Chapters, 237,745 Words

The Potioneers by omnenomnom: They need each other unfortunately. Hermione has tricked Draco under her tutelage, arrogant attitude and all. But she would be simple to think he would accept it quietly. They have both have secrets to hide, old wounds better left to fester, and a world full of mermaids, dragons, and magic to explore. T, 53 Chapters, 196,559 Words

The Pretense by Colubrina: Voldemort died, but the Death Eaters live on. Hermione Granger traded herself to Draco Malfoy in exchange for safe passage for core Order members. Now he's pretending to love her, Narcissa is pretending to believe that, and Hermione is walking a tightrope behind enemy lines as she figures out what is going on. Unfortunately, people fall off tightropes. (no non-con) T, 50 Chapters, 108,164 Words

The Right Thing To Do by LovesBitca8: Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl. E, 36 Chapters, 174,911 Words

The Seven Year Witch by TheLastLynx: A boy and a girl have been meeting – coincidentally – for seven summers. While they pretty much hate one another most of the year, for those secret summer moments, they manage to see each other in a different light. But will that be enough to bring them together? A Dramione story about growing up and changing perspective, told along - and in-between - the lines of canon. M, WIP

Thirty Times Lucky by galfoy: "Granger, I can't hire you on any longer," Draco said. Hermione stared at him. Losing her job might actually mean losing the War, and she had to bargain, but there was literally nothing she had that he would want. Or was there? M, 2 Chapters, 7,128 Words

Traditions by raven_maiden: She straddled him slowly, still biting her lip, her hands on his shoulders. He held her hips tightly as he stared up at her. “So beautiful,” he whispered, and she flushed prettily, like she always did from his compliments. “You never need to hide from me.” ** Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love during the war. One year later, they're heading home for the holidays so he can finally meet her parents. There's just one teeny little problem: her parents think they're both Muggles. E, 14 Chapters, 68,767 Words

Waifs and Strays by Kyonomiko: War leaves a lot of orphans in its wake. Hermione is one, by her own hand, and she struggles with the realities of her situation. When she finds an orphaned familiar, it seems meant to be, giving and receiving comfort helping to heal her fractured heart. Unfortunately, the animal is actually a wizard, and he has his own issues. M, 31 Chapters, 118,152 Words

What You Think Is Right by icepower55: Six years after the war, Hermione parents are dying and her marriage to Draco is crumbling. Nothing seems logical in her life anymore. Her healer tells her to start writing about it, so she does, as a way to figure things out, and remind herself along the way. Hell is proximity without intimacy -Dante's Inferno M, WIP

When the Bell Tolls by everythursday: As a Dark revival begins to rise four years after the war, Hermione Granger is placed on the assignment of putting an end to them – and her first task is to recruit the Ministry's best hope and last option in the form of Draco Malfoy. E, 20 Chapters, 148,033 Words

Wreck by JMilz: Serving as Minister for Magic, Hermione Granger is finally at the peak of her career. With a beautiful family, a successful book, and the public on her side, her life should be a fairytale. Unfortunately, there is trouble in paradise, and when Draco Malfoy pays her a visit, she begins recalling their history and questioning her marriage. The reality is: every relationship is hard. M, 53 Chapters, 187,992 Words

Thanks to every person who contributed (I hope I've mentioned everyone. If not, let me know. 😊): @certified-arsehole @fedonciadale kiwim22 @really-sad-devil-guy endless-musings @headfullofnargles @pinksunsets-world @rosseliz01 @dramioneden @all-consuming @elricsister @injailoutsoon12 reclusivebird @mariakov81 @notthatchhavi @mordanbooqs @haaatch @hpsassenach @ybaeby @farmgirl-in @coyg-81 @eiramrelyat metterschling-plus-two @a-maidens-fantasy @sansacat @vofastudum @lexayeon @1800-rewrite @aneiria-writes @anonymouslydramione

It took much longer to compile this list than I thought it would. Hopefully, I didn’t skip anything. 🙈

Happy New Year. May it be better than the previous one and full of great Dramione fics and fanarts! 🥳🥳🥳

And here’s the 2019 list: https://dramioneficrecommendations.tumblr.com/post/190216354767/what-is-the-best-dramione-fic-you-read-in-2019

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When I Found You (Pt. 06 of 19)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader | Negan X daughter! Reader

Word count: 2.7 K

Summary: You saw Negan build his empire, saw your father become a monster, a murderer, and never had the courage to stand your ground. So everything you do it help as much people as you can, carrying the guilt of being part of it. But one day, your world is shaken when you find him, the man with blue eyes locked up inside a cage. You decide to help him, to keep his community safe. And for that, you'll have to pretend you and Daryl are in love... But how long until the lie becomes the truth?

Warnings: Some sensitive topics such as mentions and light descriptions of self-harm. (I kept it light, so don't worry about graphic descriptions.)

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A/N: I wanna thank (and give a lot of credit) to to absolutely awesome friend @multific, who helped me with a lot of ideas, and also with the final editing of the text. Love you, girl!!

Bloody Secrets

Daryl was impressed that what (Y/N) promised was happening. Negan ceased to bug Alexandria, but he knew it was only a pause. He knew this act had to go on, for the sake of the people he cares about. His family.

He missed them, every single one of them. Rick, Carol, Maggie. God, he needs to know how she and the baby are. Little Ass Kicker, Carl, and Michonne. Sasha, Rosita, Denise. As he lies down on the couch, he thinks about them. He never felt welcome before, not even by his blood relatives as he feels by this random bunch of people he stumbled upon when the world went to shit.

But the truth is that he thought doing this would be harder. Daryl started despising the angel-like girl the moment he saw her. She was one of them, a Savior. And when she proposed all this, he knew he had to suck it and get on with this stupidity. But now things are different.

Daryl is seeing (Y/N), the girl behind the Savior mask. The vulnerable human being. He had a special sight of it when she was hurt, two weeks ago. He never felt so protective of someone before, and certainly not someone like her. A girl, still a stranger in many ways. And now there are feelings inside him that he just can't understand, it doesn't matter how hard he tries.

What does it mean when you close your eyes and someone's face pop right up? And what does it mean when your heart starts beating faster when this someone walks into the room?

Too many questions Daryl can't answer. And he hates not having the answer.

Good thing he doesn't have to. Not now.

When he looks at the clock, he sets it in motion, leaving the apartment and going to the place she told him to.

Today, Rob will be made an example of.

He finds a crowd on the Northside of the compound, near the fences where a lot of walkers are tied up to. Making his way through the people, getting some angry looks and rude words, Daryl finds her, standing right on the front line, next to her bodyguard. (Y/N)'s eyes find him quickly, and there's a look he can't understand.

“Daryl.” She mumbles as he walks over to her. She wants to say something, but she can't. Not here, where people could hear it. It's insane how easily Daryl learned to read her.

He's about to say something when voices make him look to his left. It doesn't take much for him to spot Negan, and half a dozen people coming out, opening the gate, and walking around the walkers to stand right in front of the crowd. They drag a badly hurt Rob with a bag over his head.

“Well, well, well.” Negan chants, and immediately, people start kneeling. He hates it. But it's not the first time he's forced to degrade himself in such a way.

Daryl stands his ground for a while, but when he sees near him kneeling down, he knows he has to. Everything to keep up the act. To keep his family safe.

He's just about to bend the knee when he feels (Y/N)'s hand grabbing his. For a moment he freezes, unsure of what to do. Looking up at her, he finds a silent sentence, written all over her face.

We do not kneel. It burns through his brain as her fingers intertwine with his. A sensation he never felt before.

Looking ahead again, he sees a very annoyed Negan staring right at him, eyes falling on their connected hands.

“Rise up.” He commands, and so it happens. “We're here today for a special occasion.” In a fast move, a man pulls the bag off Rob's head. “This fella over here stepped way beyond the line.” He hisses, swinging his bat in the air. “He hurt my baby girl.”

“I-I'm so sorry.” Rob bags, blood coming off his mouth.

“Just kill him already.” (Y/N) mutters in a low voice, so low he's not sure if he was supposed to hear it.

“Shut up!” Negan shouts. “And we all know that nobody. Touches. My. Baby. Girl.” He hits Rob, but not on the head as Daryl was expecting, on both his legs. And everyone here heard bones breaking. “This is an example of what happens to those who disobey my orders or hurt my daughter!” He shouts again, yelling at the crowd. “It will not be tolerated! Simon! Mark!” He calls, and both men step ahead, already grabbing Rob and pulling him up. “Show people what we do to those who can't follow simple rules.”

And so it begins. Rob is pushed forward to a spot where a walker can reach. And it does. Simon makes sure Rob's legs are reached first, and as he screams in agony and tries to crawl away, they push back, over and over, until the walker finally gets his hands and teeth on Rob's guts. Then, it's dead silence. All that can be heard is the screaming, and after a while, incomprehensible moaning and the sound of flesh being torn apart.

Daryl doesn't know how he feels about it. Rob's death is probably for the better, but dying like this... Nobody deserves it.

“(Y/N)?” Jim suddenly calls, and at the same moment, he feels her grip on his hand getting loose as she collapses on the floor. “(Y/N)!”

Jim is quick to move, ready to pick her up. But it happens almost at the same time, without Daryl even noticing. (Y/N) reaches for him instead, and he's fast to lift her up.

“What the hell is going on?” Negan asks, but Daryl doesn't give a shit. The girl in his arms feels like she's passing out anytime soon, and he has to take her away from this gruesome scene.

The crowd moves out of his way, as (Y/N) hides her face in the crook of his neck.

You're glad when Negan and the doctor finally leave. You didn't want all this attention, so you're relieved when it's just Jim and Daryl. From your place seated on the bed, you sigh, looking down at your hands.

“Jim, can you spread up that I didn't have breakfast? That I wasn't feeling well for a couple of days?”

“Sure.” He nods.

“Can you go and do it, please? They know we're close, they'll believe you.” Reaching out your hand, you smile when Jim grabs it.

“You don't have to say please, (Y/N).” With a playful shake, Jim stands up and walks out.

Daryl only moves when the door closes, taking Jim's place at the armchair near the bed. Taking a deep breath, you pull your legs, hugging your knees. “Thank you for–"

“Why did ya faint that way?”

“I didn't faint.”

“Ya almost did.”

“Daryl, I–”

“Don't lie to me.” He cuts you off, and you close your eyes for a while, just to gather your thoughts.

“Nobody deserves to die like that.” You speak up, raising your voice at the frustration. “Nobody! I wanted him dead, yes, but not like that. Not like that.” Your hands go to your thighs, squeezing it a little and shooting pain through your skin. You take a deep breath, taking it in. The long, bloody scratch marks are here, and you can't wait until you're alone to draw some more. It makes you smile a bit, knowing you have this to relieve you. A little bit of pain for all the unbearable pain you cause.

“What the hell are ya doin’?”

“Nothing.” You mutter, running your hands through your hair. “I've been meaning to talk to you, so it's good you're here.”

“Was it true?” He suddenly asks.

“What?”

“That ya didn't have breakfast.”

“Oh... Yeah.” Confused, you furrow your eyebrows. You didn't know Daryl got that part. “I didn't sleep well so I woke up late for the thing and just... Just didn't eat.” Without saying anything, Daryl nods and gets up, leaving the bedroom. “Hey, where are you going?” Stumbling off the bed, you follow the man... Who's not going out, just to the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“Makin’ ya somethin’ ta’ eat.”

Furrowing your eyebrows again, you lean against the door frame. “Just make enough for both of us.” Daryl is a mystery, one you've been trying to discover. Biting your lip, you walk to the kitchen, sitting on the table and watching Daryl move around. He gives you a few glances whenever he takes something as if waiting for you to tell him not to.

“So... Do you usually cook for people you hate or am I just lucky?” Breaking the ice, you take in the amazing scent of bacon.

“I don't hate ya.”

“Mmm... My father killed Abraham. And Glenn, whose wife is pregnant...” Drawing figures on the wooden table, you sigh. “He psychologically abused your group. How can you not hate his daughter?”

“‘Cause yer not Negan.” As he speaks, Daryl puts a plate in front of you. Scrambled eggs with basil and bacon, and it was only now you noticed how your stomach hurts.

“...Can I tell you something?” Whispering, you have your eyes on Daryl as he serves himself and sits across from you.

“Yeah. But eat.” Jerking his chin at you, he only starts eating when you do.

You eat in silence for a while until your stomach stops complaining. “I... I wanted to run away a while ago.” You finally say, keeping a low voice. “Couldn't take it anymore so I just... Just wanted to go. Find a place, be by myself but... I'm not a survivor, you know? I can fight, I can hunt and everything but... The truth is that there are a lot of evil people out there. And eventually, I would have ended up with them. And I don't want to get hurt or... raped... I'm safe from those things here.”

“I don't blame ya for that. I've been around for quite a long time and I've seen a lot of evil men.” Daryl's eyes burn on you, and there's something in them, anger, sudden and unexpected. “And a pretty girl like you would drive them mad.”

Blushing and looking down, you giggle. “Save that up for when we're around people. It's of no use here.”

“I ain't lyin’.”

“Yeah, I–” You're cut off when you hear the door being open, and when you hear Negan's laugh, you roll your eyes.

“(Y/N), come–” He stops the moment he gets in the kitchen, and despite having your back at him, you know he's staring at Daryl. “Can we have lunch? Like a normal family?” He says in an annoyed voice.

“Only if Daryl can come.”

“Nope. Just you and me. Family only, c'mon.” He stands next to you, and you look up at him. “We need some father and daughter moments... And we need to talk about this whole thing going on here.” He gestures at you and then at Daryl.

“Fine, Dad...” Sighing, you give Daryl an apologetic look. “I'll just finish here then I'll go. Can we cook some of mom's recipe?”

“Great!” He exclaims. “Now get over with whatever this shit is.” And he leaves, but not before giving Daryl an angry stare.

Taking a deep breath, you continue eating.

“If ya need me, ya know where ta’ find me,” Daryl says and you nod, raising your head to look at him.

Some time after you're both done eating, he helps you with the dishes. You'd like to lie down for a while, but since Negan wants an update on your love life, you go straight to him.

You make one of your favorite recipes, and you chat as it cooks. You reassure Negan over and over again that you and Daryl are becoming a thing. That the interest is mutual.

Once you both eat, you decide to stay a little longer. You were feeling dizzy, so you crashed on the couch for some hours, and that's when the childhood memories started being brought up. You miss those times. You miss your mother, Lucille, and you miss the man your father was. The man who didn't enjoy killing or hurting people.

You were lost in that sweet time when some of the Saviors got here. Being Negan's favorites, they were invited to stay and have drinks. You immediately felt uncomfortable, but for the sake of appearances, you stayed, chatted, and laughed.

Until they started talking about the people they killed.

Until they started talking about Daryl's family.

With an excuse, you left, but on the way to your apartment, their voices echo through your head.

“That one was tough.” Simon said, in between laughs. “Skull cracked open and still standing.”

“There was some of his brain on my boots.” Mark mocked.

“And the Chinese guy?” Simon basically yelled, laughing too hard.

“God, that one was fun. Eye popped out and still talking.” Your father added, and all the others joined the laughter.

“And his super hot pregnant widow? I'd totally bang her.” It was the last thing you heard before going out.

You're a crying mess when you get to your apartment, closing the door behind your back and safely locking it.

All the pain Negan caused is too great. A child will grow without their father. A wife was left alone. Friends lost a dear one.

Before you can even notice, you're already in the bathroom, pants taken off, and fingernails scratching the outside of both your thighs. The pain makes you cry even more, but that's nothing compared to all the pain the Saviors cause.

That you cause, because you're one of them.

Sobbing, you only stop when your fingertips are covered in blood, and it drips down your legs.

You move straight into the shower because you need to make sure the wounds are clean. After a while, you hear a knock on the door, which makes you close the water. Rolling your eyes, you quickly dry yourself and put on your panties, and the light pink robe before heading to the door to dismiss whoever came. Walking makes you feel dizzy, and your head is full of images of death.

This is what you are. Death.

“What the hell do you want?” You say as you open the door, half hiding behind it. But when you see Daryl, you freeze, your heartbeat increasing. Or maybe stopping.

“Came ta’ check on...” His voice fades when his eyes fall on your hand, resting on the door near your head. Confused, you follow his gaze, and it takes no time for you to notice what he just saw.

You didn't have time to clean the blood under your nails.

“What's that?” He asks, and you immediately push the door close. But Daryl is faster, pushing it open and stepping inside, grabbing your hand and taking a better look at what you can't hide anymore. “What is this?”

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katsukikiss · 3 years

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YOU’RE MINE, NOT HIS

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP// BAKUGO X F!READER

Warning: NSFW 18+, cheating (not really), fingering, unprotected sex

You and Izuku have gotten very close recently while studying together, and a certain someone isnt very happy about it.

AN: Poor Izuku 🥺 I felt so bad writing this, but so good at the same time lol I must write something soon to pay him back//also send me requests for oneshots! im down to try anything you guys might want!

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You and Izuku had a ‘study date’ last night at his house. You were hardly struggling in organic chem, just needed an excuse to come over at this point. You two had been meeting for tutoring sessions for the last two months or so. Your grades had thoroughly improved since then, so most people believed thats all you two were doing; studying. And you were, of course, but as of recently it was a lot more than that. It started with innocent glances at your chest while you took notes, brushing his fingers along your leg when you couldn’t figure out the answer to a question, and you weren’t oblivious. You began to reciprocate the feeling, wearing shorter skirts to bend over and pick up your pencil, laying your hands on his chest when you begged him to give you the answers. He adored the way you looked up at him so innocently, with pleading eyes, desperately needing his help. He loved helping you improve, after all, he wanted you to become a great hero by his side one day.

However, not everyone was oblivious to you and Izuku’s little sessions. Bakugo knew something was going on between you two. He had never seen Izuku so protective over someone the way he was with you. He hated the way the green-haired boy would stare at you with dark eyes when you spoke to another male student. He noticed how he’d always want to be around you, his demeanor changing when you would leave for a different class or when training sessions were split up. Bakugo was utterly disgusted by it, but it gave him an evil idea. ‘She doesn’t belong to him, she never will, I’ll be sure of it’ he thought to himself.

After last nights study session, you failed to realize that you had left your textbook on his bed. He noticed soon after you left and texted you, telling you not to worry and that he’d bring it for you tomorrow morning. You had missed him in the morning though, running late from going to get an iced coffee, so you decided you would get it from his bag in the locker room before your chem class. You both had training but you had to go to a different site with the rest of the girls, while the boys stayed in a closer facility.

Your water quirk meant that you spent a lot of time getting wet, so naturally, your hero suit looked like an elegant yet sexy two piece swim suit. The top was white, long sleeved with a cut out above your breasts and the bottoms were a standard bikini bottom, with sheer white tights that were waterproof. You always felt so weird wearing it during co-ed training sessions, but Momo urged you to feel confident in it, telling you that you looked sooo hot in it. You got to the girls locker room early to slip into your hero suit. You made your way over to the boys locker room and took a peek inside. They all seemed to be out and training already so you snuck inside. You looked around before you spotted his bag, his All Might backpack. You chuckled a bit before bending over to unzip the bag. You grabbed your textbook from it and zipped the bag back up. You stood up to leave but when you turned to face the door, a large figure stood in your way.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing in here?” the intimidating blonde scoffed at you. You shuffled backwards, clutching your book in your arms. You were sure that everyone had left already, was he here the whole time? He began to step forward before he was standing an inch from you. You looked up to meet his eyes that were piercing down at you.

“And you’ve got your sexy little hero suit on, its almost like you wanted to get caught in here” he laughed with a devilish grin.

“I-I have training to go to. I was getting my textbook from Izuku’s bag” you managed to say. His eyes filled with rage upon hearing his name. He thought of the late nights you two spent together, he imagined Izuku talking down to you, treating you like some helpless puppy, acting like he was some sort of hero, taking advantage of you. You were taken back by the face he made at you. You knew Bakugo hated Izuku, but what did your relationship with him have to do with that? Was he jealous? Or spiteful?

“I dont know what you see in Deku, but I can promise you, you’ll forget all about him after this” Bakugo said in a husky voice. ‘After what?’ you thought. Before you had time to think, his hand was wrapped around your neck as he pulled his lips to yours, crashing the two together. You and Izuku weren’t dating, but something about this felt wrong. You pulled yourself away from him and stepped back.

“Bakugo, w-we shouldn’t, this isn’t right”

“I don’t think you belong to him do you? Come on, I see the way you look at me”

He was right, you do look at him with flirtatious eyes, or at least, you used to. Before you and Izuku started meeting to study, you would fawn over Bakugo. He never seemed to return the feelings however, always picking on you or making fun of you. You deemed that as him being uninterested, so you moved on from your infatuation, but you were very wrong. He never stopped watching over you, showing his affection in his own odd way. But his heart dropped when he realized you didn’t look at him the same anymore, but looked at Izuku that way instead. He couldn’t stand to see you with that nerd when he deserved to have you. You were lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize he had stepped closer to you. You were up against the lockers now, your exposed back grazing the cold metal.

He bent down and whispered seductively in your ear, “Let me make you feel good baby, we don’t have much time in here and I think you should see what a real man feels like”. He pressed his lips to yours, more feverishly this time, as if he was about to lose you. His tongue invaded your mouth and tangled with yours. You didn’t pull away this time so he slipped his hand under your suit and began to grab at your breast. He brought his coarse fingers to your nipples and began gently rolling it around between them. You let out a breathy moan into his mouth. He shuddered at the sound of your voice, he loved hearing you enjoy his touch.

He traced his free hand down your stomach until he got to the waist band of your tight bottoms. You squeeze his shoulder with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He slipped his hand underneath and started by running his fingers along your folds. He dipped two fingers into your cunt and began to gently pump them in and out of you. He removed his lips from yours, moving down to your neck, sucking and biting at your tender flesh. You let out soft cries as his fingers pick up the pace.

“Tell me what you want” he demanded, looking back up into your eyes. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest as you remembered why you were in the locker room in the first place. Anguish and regret was painted on your face and Bakugo noticed.

“Don’t feel bad baby, what he doesn’t know cant hurt him, now be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want” he said as he plunged another finger inside you. Your legs shook and all your thoughts of Izuku vanished under his touch. He was only trying to comfort you in the moment, but he wanted Izuku to know what you two were doing.

“P-please I want you, I want you i-inside please” you begged. You needed to feel him, you needed him to fuck you.

“I knew it, Deku’s just not doing it for ya is he?” he said with a cocky grin. Truth be told, you and Izuku had never gotten that far before because he was taking things too slow. You desperately needed a good fuck, it had been months since you’ve last felt this good. You knew Izuku would be a gentle sweetheart in the sheets but you needed someone who could do both; fuck you senseless but also make love, and Bakugo could hit both those marks.

He removed his fingers from you as you clenched around the emptiness he left. He pulled your bottoms down and quickly turned you around, pushing your face into the lockers. You hear him fumble to unzip his pants before he prodded his member at your entrance. You couldn’t look back to see exactly how big he was but when he began to drag his cock along your folds, your legs started to tremble. He gathered your slick and pushed into you. You let out a loud cry as your walls grasped onto his girthy cock. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back, holding them with one hand. He started to violently pound into you, his balls slapping against your swollen lips, echoing in the empty locker room. He used his free hand to reach around and started to swirl his fingers around your sensitive nub. His pace never let up, he started to thrust harder and deeper with every second. Tears started to form as you felt your orgasm coming up.

“Who do you belong to?” he grunted into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

“You Katsuki, I be-belong to you”

“Thats right babygirl, only me, now cum all over my cock”

Your legs began to quiver and your entire body convulsed. You let out a long cry as your walls clenched and released your juices all over him. He couldn’t take much more after that and removed his hand from your nub before he grabbed at your ass, gripping onto it for dear life. His pace quickened before he quickly pulled out, his cock twitching, warm shots of cum spurting all over your back and ass. He leaned to kiss you on the cheek then walked over to his bag, pulling out a small white towel. You stayed motionless, still with your face pressed against the lockers waiting for him to return. He cleaned you up and turned you around to face him. Realizing how long you two were in there, you quickly pulled your bottoms and tights up, fearful that the other boys would be returning any moment. Bakugo looked disappointed in how rushed you were to leave him. You tried to step forward but he planted a hand next to your head against the lockers. With his other hand he tilted your chin up and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You know I can tutor you right?” he said with a small smirk. You blushed at the suggestion. You didn’t really need tutoring anymore, but you would love to see him again. Before you could answer you heard a door open. Bakugo removed his arm from the locker and turned to look at who interrupted you two.

“Y/n! Are you okay? Did you find my bag?” he asked sympathetically. You swallowed hard and just nodded, bending to pick up the textbook you had dropped. You quickly scurried to the door before looking back at Bakugo quickly with a stern eye, as if signaling for him to ‘keep his mouth shut’. He looked back at you with a devious smile and a wink before you shut the door.

“What are you doing in here with y/n? What did you do?”

“I just taught her a lesson, I don’t think she’ll be needing your help anymore” Bakugo said with a smug grin before leaving Izuku alone in the locker room.

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thetaoofzoe · 3 years

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Fic: A Close Shave 1/1

Summary: Syverson has been looking like a woolly beast lately and You have it all planned out - a sexy shave astride his lap. But damn it, nothing goes according to plan. And thank goodness for that!

Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson x YOU (and your glorious self)

Rating/Warnings: Cock-warming, vanilla and bourbon, attempting to conquer the beast, sex, fluff, silliness, and well... at least you tried :D

Notes: By now you all know how much I like writing fun, sexy times. This is no different.

Please consider reblogging, and commenting if you enjoyed it as much as I did. Reblogs and comments are life :)

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‘Are you ready?’

You waited a moment and from the other side of the master bathroom door, you heard the squeak from the shower taps as he turned them off.

‘C’mon,’ he called and excited, you opened the door.

It was delightfully hot in that blue-green tiled room and the moist air smelt pleasantly of vanilla and bourbon. It was from that distinctive scented soap you’d bought for him, on a whim, years ago, and although you had been unsure if it was even to his taste, to your surprise, he became an ardent fan.

You pushed a low, square, cushion-topped bench against the wall in front of the sink, and quickly kicked shut the door. Grabbing a fresh towel from the wicker storage basket, you folded and neatly lay it atop the cushion to protect it from getting wet.

Then, across the wide sink lip, you unfurled the leather roll-up bag containing his beard grooming kit, which was a neat collection of shiny silver tools. Next to the tools you set a stiff brush, a wooden narrow toothed comb and a bottle of beard conditioning oil. Sy watched you and continued to briskly towel dry before loosely wrapping and knotting the towel about his trim waist.

Pleased with the presentation, you patted the soft seat.

‘Park it,’ you said.

Unsure of your barbering skills, Sy apprehensively rubbed a big hand over his out-of-control facial hair. Sure, it had grown out more than normal, and while he loved you, he didn’t want to be butchered by an eager, yet inexperienced hand.

Nevertheless, he grinned, and pointedly looked you over.

‘I’ve never been to a barber who wore my t-shirt…’

He paused, then leaned in and lifted the hem of the oversized shirt. He grunted as if he’d been expecting that you wore nothing but his t-shirt.

‘… panties,’ he observed with some disappointment.

You laughed, delighted and slapped his hand away.

‘Behave and sit down!’

He chewed his lower lip and chuckled in that low, husky way that always sent a thrill through you. Sy swaggered in close, crowded you against the wall, and attempted to slide his hands up beneath the t-shirt. Heat radiated from his skin and the scent of vanilla and bourbon and something deliciously and uniquely his, rose into your senses.

With him that close, that intoxicating, he threatened to thwart all of your plans. You put your hands flat to his hairy chest, in an effort to rein him in, but it didn’t stop him from curving down to mouth hungrily at the bend of your shoulder exposed by the wide shirt neck.

‘Ok, ok,’ he laughed and with a huff, sat where you directed him.

You took a moment to regain your composure and eyeing him carefully for a moment, you crept your gaze up his heavily muscled thigh to where the partially open towel promised to reveal him. Drinking in your open admiration, he shifted, and rolled his hips, a clear invitation that nearly brought you to your knees to eagerly swallow that divine mouthful that he offered so willingly.

‘Take off your panties and sit on my lap,’ he said, sliding off his towel and draping it across his lap.

Without protest, you stepped out of your knickers and tossed them aside.

And with a smile, you said, ‘Well, turnabout is fair play.’

You teased your fingers along the edge of the towel and easing it off his lap, watched his thick cock bob up against his upper thigh. You let out a long breath. He was a thing of beauty and he looked down at himself and then back up at you, with pride and desire shining in his blue eyes.

Sy reached out with both hands and pulled you forward and astride his lap. He was so hot between your legs that you were nearly robbed of coherent thought.

‘Let me,’ you whispered hoarsely and rising to your knees you took him in hand and guided him inside you.

Time went still and the sound of his quick breath mirrored yours. He moaned and gripped your bottom as you eased down the length of him until you could take in no more.

The muscle in his jaw bunched as he clamped down on a groan and you pushed him back against the steam warmed wall behind him. You fought through the need to ride him and squeezed your eyes shut.

‘Fuck, baby… you’re gonna kill me.’

‘Hush. Don’t move. Be a good boy and don’t move.’

He shuddered and took several moments of long breathing before he was able to speak.

‘Ok,’ he said slowly, still breathless and directing his glance at the sink. ‘Fill it up with some hot water and open the lather bar tin.’

The silver tin of hard shaving soap was heavy in your hand, and it opened easily with a twist of the top. You set it aside and filled the sink basin with hot water. You picked up the shaving brush and with a smile, flicked the soft bristles against the tip of his nose. Sy pulled you close.

‘Put some water on the soap and leave the brush in the sink to soak.’

You could feel him watching you as you did what you were told and it was singularly arousing.

‘Wet both your hands and work the water into my beard.’

‘The moment of truth,’ you purred and squeezed his cock with your tight walls.

Sy sucked in a quick breath and colour bloomed across his cheeks. You greedily consumed his expression of desperation to give into his baser instincts.

‘Baby… baby please,’ he begged.

You ignored his plea and instead rubbed your wet hands together, and massaged your fingers through his bristly facial hair. You took your time with it, looking into his eyes and drinking in his increasingly contented expression as you worked your fingers against his skin.

‘Does that feel good?’

You let your fingers drift from his face to his jaw and down the back of his neck.

‘Mmmm, yeah. I- I like it.’

Closing his eyes, Sy leaned his head against the wall and eagerly kneaded your bottom.

You smiled and reached for the comb and scissors. When you moved, he tensed and the hot pulse of his cock inside you made it harder to concentrate on the task at hand.

‘Don’t make any sudden moves, or you’re going to end up with a bald patch,’ you warned him and he made a quiet noise of acceptance.

You lifted the scissors to his cheek and then drew away.

Damn. Focus, girl.

You took in a breath and lifted the scissors again. Your hands were visibly trembling and your body had started spasming involuntarily much to Sy’s obvious delight. He curved his big hands about your bottom, dragging you in and rocking up into your heat.

He was at his limit.

‘You– you’re not being fair,’ you gasped resisting the urge to bounce.

‘Was I supposed to be fair?’ he teased. ‘Now put down the scissors before one of us gets hurt.’

You tossed them into the sink, wrapped your arms about Sy’s neck, and crashed your mouth down upon his. Syverson growled and stood, lifting you effortlessly to the edge of the sink, and spreading your thighs so that he could pound hard into you. You had teased him long enough and now he was going to make you pay.

You wrapped yourself around him, encouraging him to ruin your needy cunt and to make you take him so deep that you’ll be unable to walk. Your own orgasm hit hard, taking you by surprised and you howled his name.

Sy gripped your bottom and instantly came hard into your trembling body. He held you until you finally fell still and quiet and drew back to look down at you when you started giggling.

‘That… did not go the way I planned.’

‘S’ok,’ he smiled in response, picked you up from the sink and carried you into the bedroom. ‘Let’s do it planned.’

-the end, you naughty little things. I love you ;D

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1994sunflower · 3 years

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what if Michael accidentally hurts y/n. Like maybe she’s coming home from her classes and she sees him beating someone up and she tries to stop him and he hurts her on accident. Sorry I just really love your writing especially angst ;)

thank you so much! i love angst too hehe...I dont know how angsty this is but i put a little bit of fluff at the end lol

also, i’m so sorry for being so inactive guys i really am working on stuff i promise :(( but i’m also making like 20 essays for school applications so it’s going slowly. hope you like this!

in which michael accidentally hurts you

You’re never sure how they start. You couldn’t picture something making you so angry that you’d resort to fists. Even your boyfriend, as apathetic as he is with most people, you didn’t know his violent side intimately. It was just never the way Michael was with you. It almost felt like a stranger when you saw evidence of it acting against others, hurting others.

You never minded much, just tried to stop him and chastised him a bit while you patched him up. Because at the end of the day you knew he wasn’t a bad guy. Even appreciated his ability to defend himself and you. But still the mystery was always preserved. How the man that held you close, looked at you with nothing but love could be the cause of so many broken bones and bloodshed. Was it his temper that you had never seen or was it his not caring of anyone or even himself, the harm it could bring to him if he wasn’t careful.

Either way you hated it. Hated it each time you heard of it, his (comparatively much more violent) past of it and even more when you caught him at it yourself. It was never on purpose. Because if Michael had known you were anywhere near the vicinity he would stop, or leave to finish his business without you being there to witness that side of him.

You were docile, so much different than him. Michael knew that as well as anyone else. He knew he didn’t deserve you. So, he tried to hard to avoid adding to the list of why. He could imagine in his worst nightmares you seeing that dark side of him, the one that was so much better than before thanks to you, and be terrified. Realize what kind of man you had chosen and finally see that you needed someone better. Someone who wasn’t so aggressive, so violent, so scary. He didn’t want you to look at him with those eyes. Scared, like you never really knew him. Because the truth was you knew him better than anyone else.

Usually you’d catch him when you were walking back from class. Something he should be doing as well. Instead, he’d be somewhere where he imagined you’d never cross paths, far from your last class. Too bad you liked to walk around campus and take shortcuts more than you should.

It was usually the same thing. He’d have the upper hand. With his height and strength, it was easy. But that’d leave a victim, someone who couldn’t properly defend themselves against the wrath brought on by whatever they had done to Michael. Sometimes as little as bumping into him. You, with all your goodness and empathy, always stopped your boyfriend because you knew only you could. And if you could help someone, you’d always take the opportunity.

This time was a little different. Maybe Michael had gotten his days crossed, maybe he forgot you had lab that day and you’d have to pass by that way. But in the walk from your building back to off campus, in the little alleyway of one of the last buildings separating campus from the main street, you heard it. The building was tall and its brick walls looked more like formidable walls, so you had to keep walking until you were right at the entryway of the surprisingly big alley to see.

But your boyfriend was unmistakable. And so was the way he was punching down another boy. The boy was younger than him, it was obvious, maybe even a freshman. Which somehow made it worse. But they were almost equally matched in height and the boy, either from adrenaline or reflex, wasn’t just holding his hands up in defense. He landed more than a few punches back at your boyfriend. Hitting him in his jaw and face, you already saw some scrapes on his temple and cheek.

Your face contorted into panic at the sight of Michael getting hurt. Maybe even more fear-stricken at that fact than you would have been just seeing another person getting hurt by his hand. It wasn’t fair to care more about him than the other boy, especially when you were sure Michael was the aggressor. But you didn’t care. You loved him too much to see him get hurt. It was the reason you hated him fighting so much, you dreaded to see the consequences it could end up having on him. You’d told him so many times to stop fighting in the past but he wouldn’t listen. He was getting better but never stopping. Being as good for his girlfriend as possible so you’d be proud of him.

There wasn’t much need to worry, though. A few punches landed on him but he still was dominating the fight by far. Especially when he was more pissed off at the younger boy fighting back. But it didn’t matter. If it went on the way it currently was going, both of them would be more seriously injured than maybe they even realized.

You weren’t sure why you didn’t call out to him. Maybe it was the urgency of the situation that had you mute and just running to your boyfriend as quickly as you could. You always stopped him, but that was always when he realized it was you by the sound of your voice. It never occurred to you that he wouldn’t recognize your touch when he was so blinded by rage. You didn’t realize until you were too close, had already touched his arm desperately, hoping to stop any more attacks from raining down on the other boy. You didn’t even get a chance to call out to him, let him listen to your familiar voice that always seemed to soothe him.

By then, he had already pushed you away. He did it without even looking at you, his anger still directed at the boy and no one would stop him — at least when he thought you wouldn’t be there.

“Get the fuck off me.” His words were in a tone you’d never heard directed at you, only at other people. And his hand hit your shoulder and sent you flying back, landing with a loud thud on the concrete.

You weren’t sure if the feeling of your body left lingering on his fingers was what made him recognize who he had just pushed. Or maybe it was the recognition of your voice in the pained yell you had let out as you fell down. But he froze. So completely paralyzed, his body rigid. He was begging that as he turned around, slowly almost mechanically, he wouldn’t see you on the ground. That you wouldn’t be the person he had just physically hurt in his anger.

It was fruitless. As he kept his grip on his opponents shirt, but stopped yelling, stopped assaulting; just looking behind him, dreading what he would see. It was you. You sitting up, your knees and arms scraped from the fall, some blood and red, raw skin on the injuries. Your pretty dress was crumpled and dirty, bits of concrete, dirt and filth marred your spotless person. His pure, fragile girl.

But it was your face that had him letting go of the boy, arms hanging limply at his side, anger forgotten and eyes wide in horror at what he had just done to his girlfriend who he loved so much. You were looking up at him, tears in your eyes from the pain. They flowed down your cheeks and while you were silent, your eyes screamed at him what hurt more than any of the punches he had just taken. It’s your fault.

He hadn’t pushed that hard. But to your smaller body, even a light hit from him would be painful and powerful. Especially with his added strength.

“Y/N…” The boy was long forgotten. Even when he took the opportunity to run away. Michael forgot the reason for the fight in the first place. Nothing, really, entered his mind as important except you. All his thoughts had zeroed in on the scene in front of him, what he had just done to you. You were the best thing to ever happen to him. He cared about you so much. He loved you more than anyone else, even himself. Hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do. He’d hurt himself before he let anything touch you. All he ever wanted was to protect you. But yet, he was the one that ended up doing just that.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t-” Know it was you.

He fucked up. He’d never felt more ashamed at having lost control. If he hadn’t, he’d have stopped and seen it was you. He would have listened when your little hand took hold of his arm. Recognized the feeling of your skin on his like he could so easily do when he was in the right frame of mind. He wouldn’t have hurt you. You wouldn’t be on the ground, dirty and injured because of him.

But as he stepped towards you, already bending down to help you up, check on you, it got worse. It was worse before you pushed yourself back with the heels of your feet, putting more distance between him and you, making sure he couldn’t get near you. “Don’t touch me.”

Hurt flashed on his face at your words. At you rejecting to even be near him. The one person that had always stuck by him through everything and forgave him even with how often he fucked up. The one that gave him an unconditional love he wasn’t used to. Part of him new he deserved it, for hurting you even if it was an accident. But the ache he felt when he couldn’t even help you, ask for your forgiveness because you didn’t want to hear it right then, was strong.

Your voice wavered and broke but your eyes showed very clearly how much you meant those words. He wasn’t sure what was worst to see in them, the anger or the fear.

Why were you even there? He was sure you had class on the opposite side of campus. It was why he never imagined you were the one trying to stop him. He pictured you walking peacefully from your class back home to wait for him to get back to you. Not what actually ended up happening. He would have never fought in a place you could so easily have seen, so easily have gotten hurt. Especially when he wanted to make you see how much better he was being for you, even if not by much. If you had called out to him, he hadn’t even heard you.

Michael felt a pit at his stomach. Could already hear you breaking up with him, because a girl like you didn’t deserve to be on the ground, looking so pretty and innocent and have that ruined because her boyfriend couldn’t just listen to her and try to be less violent with others. Dread filled him at the different possibilities of losing you this could bring him. None of them did he want. But still, watching you wince as you emotionally collected yourself, he had to curse himself. He wouldn’t blame you. It’s his fault.

Even at your words, he still moved forward, getting down on his knees to be on your level. When you lifted up your palms from the ground, they were tinged pink from the fall and bits and pieces of the concrete were stuck to the palms of your hands. His jaw locked at the sight, regret filling his mind.

Taking your small hands in his, slowly, he sucked in a relieved breath when you didn’t push him away like he thought you would. Instead, he wouldn’t meet your big eyes as he felt them looking at him, he couldn’t. It was so shameful to see that pure wide eyed look of yours and know he had hurt someone that wholesome and kind.

His gaze stayed on your hands as you held them out palm up. One of his hands cupped the back of your two hands while the other he used to gently pick off the grovel. Not too fast lest they be sharp and hurt you. It was almost comical really, to see his hands, still bloody at the knuckles from the fight, being so tender only a few minutes later.

“Does it hurt?” He asked you when he was done. When you winced as you curled your fingers in was the answer.

You wouldn’t even look at him. Let alone acknowledge the apology begging to leave his lips. And he had to resist the urge to take you into his arms so he wouldn’t feel the coldness you were currently giving him. Tears were still running down your cheek by the time your backpack that had fallen beside you was taken up by Michael. He slung it across his shoulder easily, no matter how heavy you had found it. Then his arm was around your waist and his hand on your arm, pulling you up finally from the ground that should be kissed at your feet instead of you laying in it.

Clearly, he wasn’t taking your command to not touch you seriously. But you didn’t make any move to enforce it - despite how angry you felt, how struck at what he had done to you, no matter that he had done it unconsciously. He needed it, to feel as if he hadn’t completely destroyed everything in the relationship he cherished so much. That the only girl he loved and respected didn’t feel terrified of him and distrust him.

He’d brought a lot of emotions out of you, particularly pleasure, but pain was never meant to be one of them.

That much was obvious in the almost shameful look on his face all the way back to your house - the place you’d forced him to take you to instead of his own home. You would’ve preferred to go home by yourself, your anger and freight not being appropriate to be next to him, let alone have him nearly piggyback carrying you all the way. But he wouldn’t leave your side.

It was also seen in his small voice, as shaky and almost insecure as you’d ever heard it when you forced him to put you down as you finally got home. The security of your home giving you what your had been lacking the second Michael sent you to the ground, the safety you usually got from him was weak.

“I can help...”

“No, I got it.” Your words were cold, so different from your usually light and happy voice, as you walked away from him and to your bathroom where you kept the first aid kit. It was usually there for him whenever he got in a fight and got hurt. But now, you needed it.

He flinched at your tone. Despite whatever fights he ever got in, you were the only one who could ever truly hurt him.

Michael stayed in the living room silently while you disinfected your wounds and covered them up. He hurt you. You could still feel the pain of it, see it physically manifested. You were still crying, sniffling as quietly as you could. It didn’t hurt so much as it did scare you. Not that you were scared of him. Despite what happened, you knew it was an accident and you knew he would never hurt you purposely like that ever.

But the fact it happened, the fact he had been so lost in his anger that he didn’t stop and think about what he was doing and his surroundings. The fact that you had felt his strength in such an ugly, dangerous way. The suddenness of it scared you.

And you hated feeling that towards your boyfriend. You only wanted to feel happy and loved with him, nothing as negative as this. It was also frustrating, knowing you had warned him of consequences of his actions like this, though never expected you’d ever be on the receiving end of it, but he still hasn’t changed. But this was the last time you’d ever allow yourself to be in this position.

It made you almost think that your friends, the rumors, maybe they were more right about Michael and his anger than you were whenever you tried to defend him. You wanted your boyfriend to be safe. You didn’t want to believe they were right. Otherwise, you didn’t really know the man you claimed to love.

You were mad and frightened. But it came from a place of love. You didn’t want him to get hurt and you especially didn’t want it to get to this point where he couldn’t even stop himself before it got out of his control until it was too late. You loved him.

When you finished fixing yourself up as best as you could, you left the bathroom and moved quietly into your living room where Michael was sitting silently. His face was in his hands. His very posture screamed regret and you didn’t even want to imagine how dark and self-deprecating his thoughts were as he blamed himself for hurting you, you knew it was hard for him.

He’d told you so many times it was the last thing he wanted. You weren’t sure he could forgive himself. Especially when he knew his strength compared to yours, when he saw your injuries caused by his hand.

You weren’t sure he even felt your presence when you slowly sat down next to him on the couch, the kit still in your hands. “Here, let me cover that up.”

He had bruises all over his face, particularly his jaw but he had an especially nasty cut on his forehead.

But when you raised your hands to start working on it, Michael finally looked at you, only to move his head back and shake his head. You were too good for this world, to still worry about him after everything.

“Don’t waste it on me.”

With you red rimmed eyes, your voice was still more serious than usual but your words were almost normal, “Don’t be silly. You’re hurt.”

Michael kept silent as you focused on his injury. But you could tell his mind was moving quickly, probably figuring out what to say to you.

You wanted him to feel bad, it wasn’t okay and he needed to feel it in order to change. But you didn’t want him to drive himself crazy with kicking himself in the back for what he accidentally did. He stopped as soon as it happened, it gave you hope of how he could change. How this could be a wake up call.

It was only when you were almost done that he spoke. “I didn’t know you were the one grabbing me. I swear I would never have hurt you, it was too late when I realized you-” his head hung in shame, “You were already on the ground when I figured out it was you.”

He was silent for a while and you thought it was him re-living the moment you had been flung so strongly. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I would never hurt you like that. Ever. I promise. You’re the only good thing I have in my life. I can’t lose you and it shouldn’t have happened, I should have realized I was just so pissed off. And I thought you were in class. I never thought you’d be there. But it will never happen again.”

“Michael…” You sighed, you’d heard that before.

But he cut you off. “No, I’m serious. It won’t. I….I hated seeing you hurt like that. Especially because it was my fault. I know I’m violent but you’ll never experience that again. You’ll never see that again. I’ll never hurt you again so…please…I’m sorry.”

He was so rarely vulnerable with his words, let alone speaking so much. It was obvious he meant it. You took in his apology and his words. You didn’t say it was okay but you didn’t move away or reject his apology either.

“You won’t lose me.” When his guilty eyes bore into yours, you took his bruised hand. “I know you didn’t meant to, Mikey, you’re not that type of guy and you’ve never been violent towards me. But I get so worried seeing you fight and get hurt, you didn’t even realize it was me because you were so mad. It’s seeing you in a light that I don’t like.”

His words were soft-spoken and gentle, his rough hands encasing your smaller ones almost as if they were glass, like the most precious thing he had. “I know. I’m working on it.” Both of you knew he was. If just to keep you happy. His fights are fewer and farther between but when they do happen, they’re never any less bloody.

Michael’s eyes trailed down to your arm and your dress, marred with stripes of gravel and dirt. Your scraped knees. Your eyes puffy from crying. Even hurt you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He almost wanted to pull away, he had no right to be touching you, to still be the object of your love. Not when someone as sweet, innocent and peaceful as you was with someone as wrong as him. You deserved someone that brought only smiles out of you. Fuck. He cherished you. And he was disgusted at what he did; would always be, the memory would haunt him for a long time.

He almost looked in pain as he forced himself to keep looking at what he had done to you. “Does it still hurt?”

You almost didn’t want to answer, for his sake but still you nodded. “I have to change clothes, too.”

“You look so pretty.” It made it worse, how much you more you deserved. “You deserve better.”

Your eyes were confident with your next words, “You’re going to give me that.” He had to. Otherwise, you didn’t think anything you imagined your future would be was going to stay the same.

And he would. For you.

It didn’t mean he would be perfect or that his tendencies would change. You’d always catch him in fights or in some kind of trouble. But he would be in his right mind, he’d stop before he went too far. And most importantly, he’d never hurt you like he did today. It wouldn’t be hard. When you changed his life so much, he wasn’t in that state of mind he was when he was so angry and violent before he met you.

Michael started that new resolution to change by peppering you with kisses, grateful he still could, not stopping until you began giggling and pawing at him to stop. You were still kind of mad and hesitant after all, but it was hard to fight back against his sweeter side giving you more of an apology. He was careful to ghost his fingertips over your injuries so as not to hurt you as he took you in his arms like his life depended on you being with him.

“I love you.” His gravelly voice murmured, “So much.” You were everything to him. What he cherished the most in his life, who he would always need at his side. The last person he wanted to hurt. He was so lucky you were such a good, forgiving person that believed in him. Trusted him. Loved him.

“I know. I love you too.”

You and your love were the what that brought his happiness and goodness into his life. Without you, he would be so much worse than he seemed to be right then. You were the reason he could imagine a normal future for himself, one with a family and a home. The reason he was so much happier recently, why he hadn’t been in a fight in months before this last one.

He’d never hurt you again. You’d only ever feel good feelings arisen by him, like it always should have been.

Your voice was almost shy but your words were very much willing to take advantage of his guilty mind. “Can we have a spa night? I think it might help my wounds.”

Michael, your big, mature, manly, would-never-have-a-spa-night boyfriend looked at you, knowing very well the healing properties a spa routine could have on your injuries was bullshit. But still he nodded. He’d do anything for you.

Anything to make it up to you. To take away that hesitancy and sadness in your eyes, to try as he might to erase his huge mistake and replace that scary image of him and know that he was nothing like that with you. Anything to have the rest of the day bring you nothing but peace and happy memories with him, what you had always felt in your life that changed when you met your explosive boyfriend. Having you in his arms for the rest of the night, forgetting the cuts on both of your persons for the night.

“With face masks?”

“…Fine”

You smiled sheepishly, “….And can we watch Legally Blonde?”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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