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shewroteaworld · 7 months

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Unsub Bait

Premise: For the fourth time, brilliant sunshine!reader is asked to bait the unsub. For the first time, Spencer has a problem with this.

Word count: approx. 2,000

Tw: canon-typical discussions of violence

Author's Note: Welcome to the second installment of brilliant sunshine!reader (meaning highly intelligent sunshine!reader) x Spencer Reid! While you don't have to read my first brilliant sunshine! reader fic to understand this one, I would highly recommend reading it. It's titled "I'll Hold Your Weight When You Can't." Hope you enjoy! :) <3

“Here’s an overview of the first phase of the operation: (Y/N) will go undercover as a college student at Yale. She’ll get acquainted with the unsub at Speakeasy, the New Haven bar where he assesses potential victims. We’ll apprehend him in the act of attempted kidnapping.” Hotchner listed for the team.

You’d played unsub lure almost a comical number of times. Once? That’s a once in a million task required to capture a once in a million unsub. Twice? You’d only have two nickels, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right? But four times?

You’d already joked to Hotch that you should add “professional unsub bait” to your resume.

It would’ve been more comical if it wasn’t so scary.

You took a deep breath as you stared at the photos of the victims on the mahogany conference room table. Melissa Grey. Audrey Bernstein. Alivia Johnson. You could see your 21-year-old self in their eyes. You remember being so young and full of anxiety; you were near graduating from MIT. You couldn’t sleep at night from worrying if you had already lived up to your potential and would spend the rest of your years a washed up gifted kid– an academic has–been. After graduation, you proved to yourself your worth.

The college juniors in the photographs had their lives cut short by the unsub before they had the opportunity to find out what amazing places their brilliant minds could take them. You were about to allow said unsub to nearly kidnap you.

That is, if you didn’t blow your cover. Then, he would hold you hostage or attempt to kill you as soon as possible by skipping his usual "kidnap and torture" routine.

Rationally, you knew your field experience more than prepared you for this task. Also, you knew your team had your back. They always kept you safe and healthy. The one time you were put at serious risk, you had to fight to be left alone after the case closed. But, you’re not sure if all the facts in the world could adequately calm your adrenal glands.

“Is this necessary?” Spencer suddenly interjected.

You turned to Spencer in surprise. “It’s the quickest way. We have twenty-four hours,” You said.

The unsub had a pattern; a girl was dying once every two weeks, and, when the the local and Connecticut police force combined failed to contain the situation, the BAU was brought into the case 36 hours before the next killing. With his eidetic memory, you were certain Spencer couldn't forget the time restraints if he tried, hence why you were stunned by his sudden brazenness. However, given Spencer's traumatic relationship history and your budding romance, Spencer's behavior was a lot more likely.

You and Spencer had been dating for a couple weeks. Despite being certain the team had their suspicions, you kept your relationship on the downlow. Strong boundaries were a good thing to keep when your relationship was in its fragile, formative era. Plus, you both agreed it was best to keep a high level of professionalism.

This was the first time Spencer broke protocol.

“I think there’s another way.” Spencer continued. “It’s unsafe and illogical to put anyone’s life into considerable risk if there’s another viable option.”

“Are you implying I’m being rash, Reid?” Hotchner asked with a raised eyebrow.

Usually, Spence would look away and take a breath. He’d at least have the decency to act timid, especially given the fact the entire team pulled multiple all-nighters in an effort to catch this serial killer. Instead, he leveled with Hotchner’s glare and asserted himself further. “I just think we’ve gotten a little too comfy using (Y/N) as an unsub lure. The more we do, the more probable a disaster will occur with her in the line of fire.”

“Spencer,” Morgan cut in gently. There was sympathy in his eyes. “We’ve done this with (Y/N) before. We’re good at reading her. And she knows the drill. We’ll keep her safe.”

“Yes, because that’s something we can certainly guarantee when she’s 3 inches from a serial killer.” Spencer deadpanned.

“Reid. A word.” Without waiting for Spencer’s reaction, Hotch left the meeting room. With a hard look in his eye, Spencer filed after Hotch. You were relieved he was still obedient despite being ornery.

For a few moments, the team sat in silence.

Rossi broke the spell with the scrape of his chair. “Well, I for one, am going to take this impromptu intermission as an opportunity to grab coffee. Any requests?” Rossi asked.

“I’ll take a barbajada.” You joked half-heartedly.

“Very funny, (L/N). Any requests the office Keurig can complete in less than five minutes?”

The team rattled off their go-to office drink orders, but it faded to white noise. During your friendship, Spencer would always care for you when you had to lure the unsub. He’d be more attentive on the jet ride in and out. He’d check in on your mental state directly after the unsub was arrested and always called you once you got home. Once, after the particularly stressful unsub encounter, he sent you links to PTSD articles and even offered to help you schedule an appointment with a specialized therapist through the FBI’s mental health services.

But he’d never once intervened with a plan for you to go undercover. You knew Spencer Reid was nothing if not rational. He knew Hotch valued every member of his team. He knew Hotch would never send you undercover if it wasn’t necessary to stop a killing spree before more young women became statistics.

Therefore, you knew Spencer was thinking about Maeve.

You stood.

“Where you going, Beauty Queen?” Morgan asked.

“Just heading to the restroom.” You lied.

You walked down the hall and crept up the stairs. You tiptoed down the east wing of the second floor to avoid clicking your heels against the concrete.

You crept to the side of Hotch’s office. You pressed your back to the wall.

Hotch said something indecipherable. An angry Reid answered.

“And all I’m saying is, she is not a cat with nine lives! She has one life. One precious life, that I think we’ve been a little too careless with.”

“Reid, you know I would never risk putting (Y/N) in harm’s way if it wasn’t the best course of action. She’s experienced with this. The team is experienced with this.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Promise me that if you have so much as an inkling her life is in danger–”

“We’ll do everything in our power to get her out of there.”

“That’s the thing! ‘Everything in our power…’ It’s not enough. How many times have we told families we did everything we could when all they have left is a body bag?”

Your heart froze. Both of the voices lowered. You could only catch bits and pieces of Hotch’s speech. You were never an eavesdropper, but despite your better nature, you crept around the corner towards the door.

“I know what it’s like to lose someone to an unsub, Spencer. I know how it sticks with you. I know how it changes the job. But you have to trust us– the team. We’re going to protect her. And we’re going to be there for you,” Hotch said.

Spencer sighed. "How did you do it?" Spencer's voice cracked. "After Haley, Hotch? I’m not sure if I can survive this.” He sounded seconds away from tears.

At that moment, you knew you would not sleep comfortably at night if you continued to be a fly on the wall. You tiptoed back down the east wing and waited for Spencer at the bottom of the stairs.

Ten minutes passed before Spencer appeared at the top of the staircase.

“Spencer?” You called.

His hazel eyes were tinged pink. He walked down the stairs nonchalantly. “Hey, um, would you mind if we discussed part of the case file real quick? Privately? It could help, um…” He cleared his throat. “Develop your persona.”

“Yes, of course.”

Spencer didn’t look at you as he power walked down the hall towards the janitorial closets. For the first time since you started dating, he didn’t adjust to your walking pace.

He flung a door open and yanked you inside.

Carelessly, Spencer slammed the door behind you. Before you could get a word in, he pulled you into a bear hug.

“Spencer.” You whispered. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair.

You stood in the statue of a hug for two minutes.

“I can’t lose you.” Spencer whispered.

“You won’t.”

Spencer pulled away from you. He bent down to look you in the eye. He squeezed your shoulders. His eyes danced with emotion. There was a deep ache, a whirlpool of sadness that you knew a lifetime may never heal. What perplexed you was the hardness that you could only read as anger.

“I…” He sighed. He hung his head. He dragged his palms down the slope of your shoulders to your forearms. It was like he was taking a cast of you with his hands.

“I’m not dead on arrival. I’m still here. I’m coming back on that jet ride home with you. I’m going to be okay.” You reciprocated his shoulder squeeze. “You’re going to be okay.”

Spencer shook his head. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I care about you. It’s a part of the girlfriend package.” Spencer pulled you into another constricting hug.

“I can’t fathom how difficult this must be for you.” You whispered.

Spencer pressed his forehead to yours. “Promise me when you go out there, you won’t worry about me. I want you to only focus on you, your surroundings, and making sure you get out of there.”

“I promise, Spencer.” You said, though you weren’t sure if that would be the truth.

“And one more thing,” He said. His irises were so close to yours you could pick apart the layer of green and brown. “As soon as you feel unsafe, you call someone. If you have any inclination he’s going to overtake you–”

“I call the team.”

He took a step back and ran his hands through his hair. “I know you’re strong. I’m not trying to insult your field work.”

Your heart cracked. “Spencer, love, I know that. I’m so happy you care about me. I just wish this situation hurt you less.”

He dropped his hands to his sides. His brows furrowed. He stared at a random point to the left of your face.

“Can you do something for me? Before we leave?” He asked, still not meeting your gaze.

“What is it, Spence?”

He took a deep breath. He met your eyes again. “Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me. I…” He inhaled deeply. “I never got to dance with Maeve before she…I barely even got to hold her. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

You closed the distance between you and Spencer. You cupped his face in your hands, and he instinctively leaned into your touch. His eyes shone with tears. “I’ll dance with you for the rest of my days, Spence.”

He whipped out his phone. He turned on a slow jazz song you played for him last winter on an impromptu hot chocolate date.

Your heart skipped a beat. You could go on that same date again, but it would have a whole new color to it.

He slid his phone onto a cleaning supply shelf. He pulled you to his chest. Your head nestled right beneath his collarbone. You wrapped your arms around his mid back.

You danced, bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces, in silence until the song ended. The symphony of emotions didn’t cease with the final brush of the snare.

Spencer continued swaying with you.

“I’m going to be okay.” You whispered.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You can’t promise me that.” He held you even tighter. “But I can promise you I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you come home to me.”

Author's Note: Hello to all my new followers! I'm so glad you're here! I'm so grateful for the overwhelmingly positive reception to "I'll Hold Your Weight When You Can't." Hope you enjoyed this piece as well!

I hope you have a great day or night wherever you are in this crazy world.

xoxo,

shewroteaworld

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds

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scottishmushroom · 8 months

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Good Omens season 2 wins because it’s such a safe haven.

Beelzebub and Muriel are non binary.

Maggie and Nina, two women, are a primary love interest story that feel free of stereotypes.

Nina’s partner Lindsay is never given pronouns so it’s left up to the imagination if Lindsay is a she/he/they.

The magic shop’s partner is only referred to as “spouse”, and at the ball they present as trans/non binary.

There were the two male presenting people in the graveyard who referenced Grindr.

Ms. Sandwich’s character shows support of sex work without shame.

While Aziraphale and Crowley are male presenting and use he/him pronouns, they could be gay/bi/ace/fill in your orientation here. Crowley even rejects being referred to as a lad.

I just love it so so much.

A lot of queer representation in tv/film feels forced, so small it’s hardly a blip, or it’s meant to give a laugh and be comic relief.

With Good Omens I feel safe. I’m watching something where I truly feel with my people.

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #aziraphale good omens #crowley #go2 #azirafell #aziraphale x crowley #crowley good omens #neil gaiman #ineffable husbands #good omens spoilers #good omens queer

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disastermanagement · 4 months

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EVERYBODY LOVES SHADOW!!!

THE COMPLETE COMIC!

i said i was gonna put them all into one post once it was finished!

the idea came from this bumblekast episode!

i followed it as closely as i could while adding my own stuff (cus i make comics for a living--i can't NOT make it into a cohesive story!) and keeping the original ending bcus it was funny to me.

answering a few questions i got while this was being posted. >>

"how was metal sonic and the egg pawns affected?"

it was a spray/gas that could affect anything sentient by seeping into skin/metal/whatever. as long as it's something that was designed to be affected (so not grass, trees, water... unless it's a sentient person made of those things. like a tree or water monster for example).

an AI like nicole for instance would be affected physical or in a computer.

(i dont personally believe the egg pawns are as mindless as a pawn could be. they've shown sentience is being perceptive to attacks and threats. THAT'S JUST A HEADCANON THO. i incorporated it anyway cus i thought it was funny even if it probably doesn't make sense to anyone else).

it being scentless is an eggman specific design. if you could smell an unfamiliar scent on yourself (given you can smell at all), you'd wonder what it was.

shadow initially thought the spray was some diversion tactic to keep him from getting too close to eggman. since it was just one of his bases and he wasn't found there, shadow had left in search of where eggman could really be when he runs into amy and there the story starts.

"did sonic ever tell shadow about what was really going on?"

probably not as shadow yeeted himself into space before sonic could get the chance. i'm sure he found him eventually and told him the truth. shadow is gonna avoid that blue payaso for a while after that.

"i don't get the ending :("

watch the podcast! there are timestamps in the top comment, but i'll explain anyway. shadow felt the whole world had gone whack, so his only safe haven was going back into stasis deep in space. he looks so happy :)

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #blaze the cat #metal sonic #eggman #robotnik #dr. eggman #dr. robotnik #god he has so many names.... URGHRRRR

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sparkleresthold · 3 months

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Would you look at that, even more SG stuff!

Although I don't know that much about the idw comics (just started reading them) i really wanted to draw Overlord and his luscious lips. One thing led to another and it became a Blade Runner redraw.

Some headcanons under the read more

-I imagine him as a Tigatron type of character. He's very calm and soft-spoken, and although made to fight, he craves peace. At one point during the war he becomes so repulsed with the carnage and cruelty displayed by both sides that he withdraws from the conflict entirely. This leads to the decepticon's defeat.

-He turns Garrus-9 into a safe haven for both cons and bot deserters alike.

#i have so many ideas but I need to read the comic proper to make things make sense #maccadam #shattered glass #overlord #megatron #my art

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xo-cod · 7 months

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I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT HYPERFEMININE READER AND GHOST AND I LOVE IT SM??? CAN WE GET IT WITH PRICE AND SOME FLUFF?

aww of course babe!! <33 so glad you enjoyed it! :") 🩷🩷

"this your room pretty girl?" he doesn't believe you when you finally show him and he's absolutely gobsmacked when he sees it. it's so... pink. its so innocent, so cute and it makes him feel like a giant in your room. it's a little slap in his face, your room has colour and life around it. something he never much cared for. and john suddenly feels very insecure when he looks at you and becomes hyperaware of the difference between you both. he tries not to let it weigh him down but he feels so out of place, how could a pretty thing love a man riddled with scars and blood?

but once you convince him and he's reassured, your room is really so cosy, he really does like it. his finger grazing against all the small little dainty things you've got hanging around, his hands looked behind his back as he observes every detail. he's got such a watchful eye, any small cracks or paint marks, he's already asking you if he can fix it, "let me get that for you, sweetness"

promises to never let a soul ever taint you and your safe haven of a room, will guard you with his life. usually you'll catch the captain sleeping between your fluffy pink covers and your little stuffies tucked behind him with a faint smoke scent lingering in the air. one of the stuffies will def have his hat placed delicately ontop of it as he sleeps. it's almost comical how soft price looks clutching your pink blankets close to his face, inhaling your scent even when he was deep asleep. keeping any and all remnants of you close to him at all times <3

absolutely loves and enjoys how feminine you are in front of him, makes him feel so special that you choose to share and embrace that part with him <3

#asks #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #john price x you #john price x reader #john price #john price x reader fluff

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maria-from-ga · 1 month

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Cyborg, the Greatest Titan

(Titans (2023) #7- Cyborg shows why no one can bring him down)

So there was once a seemingly innocuous question asked on Titans Twitter:

Though some used it to prop up their faves, it turned into a serious and big discussion: Who is the Greatest Titan, epitomizing what it means to be a Titan the most?

There were a variety of answers, majority being one of Dick, Donna, Starfire, Raven, or even Wally. But what I noticed was the surprising lack of one answer: Cyborg.

One of the most popular Titans, whom DC clearly sees as one of the Titans Trinity (upper right corner):

(The Promotional Art for DC Comics' Dawn of DC Initiative by Dan Mora. Cyborg was to chosen to represent the Titans along with Nightwing and Starfire)

Whose removal from Titans lore caused a massive fan uproar, yet among Titans Twitter, probably the most dedicated of Titan fans, Cyborg's name was barely mentioned as a candidate to be the Greatest Titan:

Victor Stone who at his lowest, found the Titans, a team who became the family he needed who loved him without judgement:

(New Teen Titans #1 - Cyborg meeting the Titans for the first time)

(Teen Titans 5x10 "Go" - The prequel episode where all the Titans meet. Cyborg is ashamed of his cyber-mechanics but Beast Boy repeatedly assures him that they are cool and shouldn't be hidden)

The man who took what the Titans did for him and made it his mission to be that for others.

(New Teen Titans #22 and Titans Vol 2 #21 - (Left) Cyborg realizes the Titans mean so much to him because they are his friends who helped him not feel alone & (Right) Cyborg's internal monologue about how Titans taught him being part of team and accepting help from others was a good thing)

(Teen Titans 5x10 "Go" - Assured by Beast Boy, Cyborg tell an ashamed Raven she's a freak among freaks and fits in just fine, a nice callback to his NTT origin)

(Teen Titans (2003) #1- Cyborg relaunches the Teen Titans to include the upcoming generation of teen heroes so they can have a place to grieve Donna's death & find acceptance)

(Teen Titans 3x12 - "Titans East" - Cyborg helps establish the first off-shoot of the Teen Titans: Titans East)

He transformed the team from simply being a group of former sidekicks to a safe haven for all teen heroes

(Teen Titans #100 and Dark Nights: Death Metal: The Last Stories of the DC Universe: Together - showcasing the multi-generational roster of Titans that Cyborg helped establish)

(Teen Titans 5x12- Titans Together - The global roster of Teen Titans that Cyborg helped to create that expanded from the initial off-shot of Titans East also started by Cyborg)

The Titans Are About A Team of Teens That Grew Into A Family

(Dark Nights: Death Metal: The Last Stories of the DC Universe: Together - Donna talking about how much the Titans grew from a team of 5 into multi-generational families)

A Family of Teenagers that not only help each other in the struggles of being a hero but also the struggles of being an adolescent, having turbulent emotions in a turbulent world

(Dark Nights: Death Metal: The Last Stories of the DC Universe: Together - Donna talking about how much the Titans had it tougher than the League because they had been facing Justice-League-level problems since they were kids, and yet every time still came out on top)

And who has committed to this mission more than Cyborg?

Victor who fought for the team when everyone including past leaders like Dick and Donna walked away:

(Titans/Young Justice: Graduation Day and Titans (2008) #21 - Left: After Donna's death, Dick decides to disband the Titans and everyone walked away. Right: After Final Crisis and Prometheus' attack on Roy, nearly all the Titans have left the current Titans roster, but Cyborg stayed fighting for the team)

Why: Because he knew how much future teen heroes needed the Titans. To guide them and give them a home as the Titans did for him long ago

(Titans/Young Justice: Graduation Day and Titans East Special- Left: After Donna's funeral, Cyborg sees members of Young Justice, especially Cassie, not handling Donna's death well and generally feeling worthless and he decides to restart the Titans. Right: Cyborg tried to convince the New Teen Titans and Roy to start up a new team of Teen Titans to help more teen heroes, but they all refused)

Stubbornly keeping Titans alive when everyone else wouldn't, allowing Titans to reach their greatest potential: a global network so any teen of any generation can find a home

(Dark Nights: Death Metal: The Last Stories of the DC Universe: Together - Titans across generations have gathered to join the fight against Batman Who Laughs)

A man who because the Titans gained utter defiance in who he is, saving not only himself from despair, but also became devoted to giving other teens that same courage, inspiring them to show that they are not freaks nor they are ever alone, thus changing so many lives (go to 2:38 for the start of the iconic speech, but I recommend starting at 2:17)

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(Teen Titans 3x13 - "Titans East" - Cyborg's defiance in who he is prevented him from falling to Blood's mind control, defeating Blood saving his fellow Titans, and thus saving the day)

Victor is not only a candidate to be the Greatest Titan, but ultimately is the Most Deserving.

Cyborg is the Greatest Titan, the Lynchpin, without whom the Titans will not work and ultimately cannot because he believes in it the most and thus embodies its ethos the best

(Teen Titans #20- Tim Drake realizing how essential Cyborg is to the team and how he changed Tim and helped Tim after the death of Donna)

The Greatest Character in Fiction, An Inspiration, A Legend: BOOYAH!!!

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princess-unipeg · 1 year

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Christmas 2015 comics pt.5

#my post #my posts #mutts comic strips #mutts comics #mother goose and grimm #safe havens comic #safe havens #blondie #dennis the menace #between friends #the family circus #Christmas #steampunk

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ladyelainehilfur · 10 months

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webtoon up to their crappy money making BS again 😐 aren't they already making enough money off their tens of millions of monthly readers? Did they set up this whole coin system with the end goal of using their site as an advertising platform?

Webtoon doesn't even feel like it's about web comics anymore. It's about piggybacking off creators' hard work to suck money from its users, credit card or not.

If the comic is ongoing, there's a fast pass system, with coins to advance. If the comic is finished, there's a daily pass system, with coins to advance. If the comic is popular and finished in another language, there's both. A popular webtoon will be complete and you have 60 days max to binge read before it's paywalled despite the fact you might have kept up with it for years at that point.

Now it's not enough for you to scroll through the episodes to get coins, now they want you to do a quiz. There might not even be enough slots for everyone to do the quiz! There was a time when there was no expiration date on coins you earned. Now you only get to keep the coins for 7 days. Go drop dead, right now.

From what I've read, creators don't get paid if someone purchases fast pass with free coins. I never thought webtoon was a benevolent entity creating a safe haven for aspiring comic creators, but their real greed as a company under multibillion-won-earning Naver is finally showing.

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st4rhwa · 4 months

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𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗬𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗧 k. hj

김홍중 | playboy!kim hongjoong x afab!reader smut, light angst, fluff

synopsis: much like recycled stardust, no matter how far you drift from hongjoong, you'll always find your way back into his arms.

cw: university!au, deliberate lower case, smut, angst, fluffy ending, reader has feminine attributes, ex boyfie joong, push-and-pull kind of relationship, it's not toxicity i promise, hongjoong's a little bit ooc, brief mentions of alcohol/drugs, making out, pet names (baby, princess, joong(ie)), empty threats

wc: 5.7k

𝗮/𝗻: first tumblr fic ! this might be kind of messy ?? i'm still in the learning process of everything lol inspired by: i'm yours (isabel larosa)

sw: unprotected sex, switch!joong, switch! reader, desperate make up sex/kind of hate sex?, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, i really did try to start this blog off with a soft fic but i couldn't help myself

"-you'll come, right?"

just a normal interaction, is what you kept telling yourself. it's nothing special, nowhere near the sort. just a conversation. nothing out of the ordinary.

that's what it would have been if kim hongjoong, your ex boyfriend, hadn't been the one to stop you in the middle of the road to convince you it'd be a good idea to attend his party next saturday. because i mean come on. sex? alcohol? ket? shrooms? please. that's child's play.

but how he's so relaxed around you cognisant of the long history the two of you share, you'll never know.

"i would but.." your witless muttering isn't doing anything for you other than digging your grave. his keen gaze makes your palms sweat; is it the comical height difference or the general attention he seems to be adamant to give you?

"come on," he whines. "i could convince anyone else in the world other than you to go. why do you always make it so difficult?" "not my thing," you should know that, is what you would have liked to add. "sorry." making tracks however, obviously wasn't justifiable in his books. immediately reaching for your wrist, you don't make it much further than two steps before he locks you back in his gaze.

"come on, y/n," "i don't-" "please? i'd really like you to be there." your eyes snap up to his, and the way he looks at you so enticingly makes you want to crawl up into a ball and die.

you hate the fact that he has you in the palm of his hand. especially because he knows it too.

"my ass." you mumble, shoving past another group of people. you're sweating, trying to weave yourself through the crowds of intoxicated young adults mingling, drinking and swaying to the music. you hate it. you hate it so much it's unbearable.

your friends squeeze you into a mini dress and cake you in makeup, just to leave you five minutes into the party to fuck some junkie they'll never talk to ever again. and kim hongjoong? he's nowhere to be found.

your entire being reverberates in time with the heavy bass line of whatever fusion afro beats were playing in the living room. in times like these, the kitchen becomes your safe haven; surrounded by countless bottles of alcohol for you to mix and match as you wish, only seeing the occasional person enter who'd greet you and refill their cup.

you wince when you begin to find the music has become much more bass accelerated, and you decide you need a breather. you would have guessed hongjoong would have retreated upstairs with a girl by now. you guess wrong, however, when your eyes briefly meet his in the midst of the sea of bodies.

his eyes are wide, puppy like, vivid colours reflecting in his pupils. he looks at you expectantly, ignoring the people trying to catch his recognition left and right. he opens his mouth, as if about to say something, before a girl tugs on his arm, sidetracking his attention again.

you keep your head low, shaking it as you run a hand through your hair. you make it through the living room, the foyer through to the dining room, and make a quick move to lock yourself in the bathroom noticing it's vacancy.

the door acts as a soundproof wall, concealing you from all the commotion, the chaos. what was the point of showing up anyway? you had false hope - nothing was going to happen between the two of you even if you got down on your hands and knees and begged.

in truth, kim hongjoong is a coward. it doesn't matter how hard he tries to deny it, it's simply his thing. he makes a move, poised and mighty. but once the conviction begins to fade he shrivels into nothing more than a drop in the ocean, and hides his uneasiness by picking up another side chick. one moment he loves you, the next, he doesn't.

you shake your head, hands resting on either side of the sink. your heart is racing rapidly, and you feel pathetic. you feel pathetic because you know that your cheeks are red because of him. your palpitating heart is because of him. your thighs pressing together is all because of him.

you hate him, is what you keep telling yourself. you hate him and his reckless actions, his arrogance, his popularity, his likeability, his devilish smile, his handsome face, his perfect body- fuck. that's not it. you don't hate him. you hate how much you love him, how deeply you fell for his charms.

your index finger drags along your aegyo sal, wiping away smudged mascara and eyeliner. your eyes settle in the mirror dragging over your worn expression, and you sigh. it'd probably be best if you left before it got too late.

you jump slightly when there are a few desperate bangs at the door. "c'mon! gotta fuckin' piss-" you snatch your phone from the shelf, frantically unlocking the door and pushing it open, running off before you could face any confrontation.

maybe you were just a coward too.

you immediately approach the adjacent door which leads to the garden. reaching for the handle, you swing it open and slam it closed behind you before anyone else could follow. your back rests against the cool glass, and you exhale softly, finally being able to find some peace and quiet in the midst of the clamour.

you catch your breath, pulling out your phone from your back pocket and opening it to call an uber.

"i was almost convinced you weren't gonna show."

your eyes clamp shut. make it a nightmare. make it some sort of weird twisted dream. maybe someone spiked your drink - perhaps you were just hallucinating.

you blink once, twice, before hongjoong's index finger catches your chin. "hey. look at me." you can barely pick out his features, the dim lights emitting from the inside of his dining room just barely illuminating his cheekbones. "stop-.. running, from me.." he sighs out at the sight of your uncomfortable facial expression, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. he continues, before you can stop to think, "i try to talk to you, we give it a go, you regret ever giving it a go and run off, and this whole cycle repeats itself." his hands drift to your shoulders, down your sides before finding welfare on your hips. "and i don't think that's fair.."

his soft and rich tone makes your shoulders relax, and your head leans back, gently bumping against the door. "talk to me." you pull yourself together and shake your head, pushing him off you. "you talk like it's just me doing all the running. that's pretty ballsy coming from you," the way he looks at you tells you he knows that. better than anyone else. "and why does it matter anyway. go back inside, it's your party. bet your side chick's already waiting for you."

to your dismay, his hands reach for you again. he ignores your snarky comments, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, forehead bumping against yours. his eyes are large; doe-like. they're nothing short of innocent, but you're not blind to the small flames kindling within his pupils.

"i want to know why you're ignoring me. why you've stopped loving me so abruptly." his eyes fall shut and his eyelashes tickle your forehead. "otherwise i might have to make you tell me.." he tilts his head ever so slightly, soft, pillowy lips brushing against yours. "hongjoong.." your voice only comes out in the form of a whisper, and it makes hongjoong nod softly. "shh baby.. i've got you, it's okay."

"i don't-" "what happened, y/n? just abruptly telling me you're breaking up with me and then avoiding me for weeks on end isn't you. you're better than this!" "you're not right for me, hongjoong!" shit. that came out wrong. like that, the flames in his pupils douse. hongjoong's shoulders droop and his hands fall, but his eyes stay glued to yours. "no," you shake your head, rephrasing. "i'm not right for you."

"what makes- what makes you say that?" "listen to me closely, hongjoong." he wished you'd use his name in a brighter light. "i'm not right for you." "you're repeating the same shit but you're not telling me what it fucking means!" he rips away from you, a hand tugging through his hair. "what the fuck happened?! i thought we were doing well i-, i made sure you knew i loved you and i tried to make time for you-" "that's my problem! you're too busy- you've got no time for me! you've got dance, singing, producing, all these fucking parties! where does that leave me? does it make me love you any less? no! but i can't afford to be neglected by you!"

hongjoong's mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to wrack his brain for something- anything! but deep down he knows you're right. he's busy, he can barely catch a break. and then off he goes throwing parties when he should be spending time with you. but somehow, 90% of what you say goes through one ear and out the other-

"you still, love.. me?" you scoff. "of course i do. but i just.. think it's better if you move on an-" "why do i have to move on when i haven't lost anything?" a smile grows on his face, and he grips your wrists excitedly. "i- i thought you hated me! and-" "are you not grasping anything i'm saying right now!" you yell over his excited yapping. "i'm saying!-" he quiets down to a soft pause. "-..you need to find someone who suits your needs better."

you barely register his sudden movements as he bursts forward, taking your cheeks in his hands as he slams his lips against yours. his eyes roll back as he sighs into your mouth. god how he's missed the feeling. he presses his body flush against yours, revelling in the feeling of, well, you. your addictive lips, your sleek hair, your compelling curves, he basks in you.

you try to break away, but your body seems to have other plans, arching into him. "hongjoong-" it's not longer than a second before he once again encapsulates your lips with his. you try to make out a sentence between desperate kisses. "we- .. we- shouldn't-" his front teeth graze your bottom lip, and he pulls you nice and tight against him, just the way you like it.

you would have made more of an effort to flee if it didn't feel so fucking good. his hands never cease to wander your body like it's an uncharted island in the pacific ocean. if they're not massaging your waist, they're sliding up and down your exposed back. if they're not sliding up and down your exposed back, they're groping your ass. he just can't get enough of you- of how intoxicating you are.

"hongjoong for fucks sak-" "shh." he smirks softly against your lips. he knows that bit by bit, little by little, you're giving in to him. or more, the idea of him. you melt into his hold, whining a little at an attempt to show your frustration. but he just coos mockingly, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. your right leg naturally hikes up against his hip, and he holds it in place with his vacant hand. "so good for me," his lips part and he kisses your nose. "such a good girl."

you can't believe this is happening. you're internally sour, trying to search for any reason left in this bottomless pit of lust you're drowning in. you can feel it rising inside of you, and it'll swallow you up eventually.

you don't think you've ever wanted him so bad. in fact, you don't think you've ever wanted anyone as badly as you do right now. you have to have him. otherwise it might just eat you alive.

"do you want-.." he's breathless, making sure your eyes never leave his. he's stuttering over his words, suddenly finding himself shrink under your gaze; it almost makes you smile. "uh- no pressure, by the way i-" your finger gently drags along the surface of his lip, deep red nail getting caught in the dip between them. you whisper softly, pulling him in for a soft kiss. "let's go."

sneaking away could have definitely been easier if hongjoong didn't always blatantly stick out like a neon highlighter in a tub of black markers. man of the hour or not, he can't help being stopped and pinched into conversations left and right and your patience is thinning. "hongjoong.." you mumble, and he nods profusely towards you in apology, excusing himself to his mates and bidding them a good night.

"aye! hongjoong, over here!" "hey guys!-" you pinch his elbow, pressing your lips to his ear. "go over to one more person and you'll get it." he feels himself twitch in his pants, but he just rolls his eyes and smiles at you with a satirising tone. "c'mon babe!~ it's 3RACHA! i can't just ignore 3RACHA!" he tries to shake away the thoughts nagging him to turn back in his head, releasing his arm from your wrist and jogging towards them. so much for not neglecting me. your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek, and you swing back around, making a beeline for the stairwell.

you're aware of hongjoong's strict rule of the second floor being prohibited during parties, but regardless of it you sneak past the numerous couples humping one another in the hallway, climbing the stairs up to his bedroom.

you exhale softly with your forehead pressed to the door, hand resting on the golden handle. you shouldn't be this nervous. it's only been a few months, you used to spend more time here than you did in your own apartment. but once you step into the room and shut the door, the overwhelming scent of him leaves you dumbfounded. your shaky hand drifts to the handle in a moment of diffidence, but you shake your head, and do nothing more than wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your dress.

you kick off your heels, feet dragging along the the off-grey carpet flooring as you trail over to his king sized bed. the satin sheets are cold against your lower thighs, and your hands gently grip the lush material. your eyes drift over his walls as you slip your arms out of the sleeves of your dress: his desk, his wardrobe, nothing had changed. however, what does catch your eye is a bottle of your signature perfume on his shelf, nearing its last millilitres.

you have your suspicions, bringing his pillow up to your nose. you sigh softly at the faint smell of your perfume lingering all over it. you haven't used that brand since you were last here all those months ago. you shimmy off the rest of your dress leaving you in your red lace lingerie, and you stride over to the shelf and pick up the small glass bottle. you flick the cap off with your thumb, and spritz the scented spray all over your body and the sheets.

laying back into the duvet, you feel your core throb with wanting and need as the aged memories invade your mind. your hands wander, just like his. they trace your curves the way he would, almost like it's muscle memory. "mh, joong.." you whisper to yourself as your back arches off of the mattress, unhooking your bra and tossing it to the side.

your hands fondle your breasts, and you let out the softest moan as your thumbs brush over your perky nipples. "hongjoong.." you whine the tiniest bit louder, hands hooking into your underwear and sliding them down your spread legs. sighing, your index and middle finger slip themselves between your folds, pushing them apart and lathering your wetness all over the digits. they slowly trace around your clit as you snatch your phone from the bedside table.

you would have never thought you'd be doing this again, but you open his archived chat left inactive for 5 months and click the camera in the bottom left corner. this was risky, and you'd be most likely to regret it. but nonetheless you begin recording, and whine softly into the phone. you feign innocence, pinching your clit softly between your fingers before you insert them both inside you. you gasp as you release an over exaggerated moan before hitting the send button.

you wait with a satisfied look on your face, watching one tick turn into two, from grey to blue. at that, your phone is forgotten, and your eyes flutter closed as you give your undivided attention to yourself.

hongjoong is becoming desperate. having to act like he didn't almost cream his pants at the sight of your wet pussy through his phone screen was tougher than he had originally imagined. he tucks his phone into his back pocket, trying to subtly adjust the baggy jeans hanging on his hips. while jisung and changbin eagerly talk to him, his eyes daintily drift to the side, catching seonghwa's gaze from the pool table.

seonghwa tilts his head, and hongjoong pats the side of his leg before tucking his index, middle and ring finger into his palm to form a phone sign. he holds it for two seconds before focusing back on the conversation he's having.

he thanks seonghwa indebtedly when it doesn't take much more than a blink of an eye before his phone vibrates in his back pocket. "sorry, i have to take this," he's apologetic, gesturing towards his phone. "have a good night guys!" he gives seonghwa a pat on the shoulder as he passes by, and seonghwa returns the gesture with a wink.

he can't resist himself as he walks through the hallway, opening the video again and feeling his cock throb violently in the confines of his jeans. he practically sprints up the stairs when you send another text: "you better hurry up or i'm leaving." it was a lie, obviously. hongjoong knew it too. but that didn't stop him from becoming overly eager.

he bursts through the door, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets at the sight of three fingers plunging in and out of your pussy, presented proudly out in the open for only his eyes to see, the erotic squelching sounds become apparent when he closes the door: "what took you so long," you sigh out accompanied by a breathy moan. "i'm sorry baby." he mumbles, already reaching for his belt as he kneels at the bed, unbuckling it and tossing it to the side.

"you should be," you pull your fingers out, using your clean hand to pull him into a sloppy, open mouthed, all teeth and saliva, kiss. "i'm expecting compensations." he pulls back with a grin, tugging his black tank top over his head. "of course, princess."

his knees straddle your hips, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck. with his jeans already hanging so low on his hips, your feet make a move to slide them off to his ankles, he finishes the job off, discarding them on the floor. the beautiful, overbearing scent of your perfume makes him shiver, and he grips the sheets on either side of you, striving ever so hard as not to completely lose control of himself. he wants to take this slowly with you, enjoy the moment of finally having you back in his arms again.

or at least that's what he would have liked, but it seems you had other plans. "so, you gonna fuck me or what?" you exhale, arching up into him when his lips find your pebbled nipple, suckling gently as his hand gropes your unattended tit. he supposes he could wait to take it slow another time.

"patience," he grins, drifting down to your pelvis, deciding this is where he wanted to leave his mark. "let me take care of you, sweetheart." he nips, sucks, kisses, littering red, lip sized marks all over your pubic bone, making sure they would last at least a few days. your hand reaches down to grip his gelled back hair, and he groans softly as you tug on the strands. your legs spread as he makes himself comfortable between them, and he swears he almost cums in his boxers when your ankle moves to the back of his head, violently shoving him into your wet pussy.

he moans out, arms wrapping around your thighs as his lips make contact with your clit. you taste better than he ever remembers. sweet yet salty, flavourful, delicious. "mmh, that's good.." you whisper softly, and the praise makes hongjoong ever the more motivated to pleasure you. "am i good for you baby?" you grin and nod softly. "so good." he smirks and coats his index and middle finger in your slick before pushing them into your already stretched out hole.

and you know the second that his fingers, longer than yours, push and curl into you combined with his tongue lapping away at your clit, that you won't last long. more of your slick drips out and onto hongjoong's hand; you can't remember the last time you were so desperate. "missed you so much baby." he whines out, unable to resist rolling his hips once, twice, into the mattress, trying to alleviate the aching in his boxers. "so- so good hongjoong- shit," you stutter out in between gasps and whines, feeling that familiar pit in your pelvis when his fingers drill themselves against your g-spot.

the long suck to your nub that follows straight after is what throws you over the edge. you're just tinkering on the edge of an orgasm, and you know it when your legs begin to shake. "hongjoong! hongjoong- please! oh god- oh fuck i'm cumming," you thrash around, legs wrapping themselves around his head and suffocating him in your pussy.

hongjoong feels his hard cock positively twitch and leak like a broken faucet as translucent, salty liquid leaks out of you and onto his stuck out tongue. he hums appreciatively, chest puffing up with pride when he realises he made you cum with just his fingers and tongue. faster than ever before, too. he makes the lewdest slurping sounds with his tongue, drinking you up as if he were a feral, famished man. at this point, he might as well be one.

"good?" he asks with a toothy smile, his sharp canines peaking out through his swollen lips. "so good. so good for me, joongie.." you whisper to him, running a hand through his hair before tightening it, curling and tugging him towards you. his lips meet yours in a kiss much gentler than any of the ones exchanged earlier, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. your hands reach down to feel around the wet patch of his pre-cum on the front of his boxers, and you make a fast move to tug them down his legs, tossing them to the side before pulling him into your arms. "think you deserve a reward, baby?"

he nods so eagerly, you swear you see a tail wagging behind him as he hums keenly. "yeah?" you croon, enjoying watching him become desperate to please you and himself too. he doesn't even make an effort to hide how eager he is to slip into you and fall into a deep abyss of euphoria, brain filled with nothing other than praise and pleasure - and maybe a little white noise too. "what does my baby want?"

"to cum.." he mumbles, leaning down to nibble at your neck while his cold fingers drift down to where he had left his bruises on you, tracing them lovingly. it was almost primal, to him. to see you marked up. it reminded him that you truly did belong to him. "wan' make you cum too- wanna cum inside.." he twitches when your hand comes to wrap around the base of his cock. "i'm so fuckin' hard.. i wanna fuck you so fuckin' bad, baby." he begs breathlessly, thrusting up into your hand for more friction.

"you're so lucky i love you," you mutter under your breath, and his breath hitches as his dick simultaneously twitches in response. his stomach erupts into butterflies, but he tries to suppress the mushy feelings for the post-orgasm conversation he knows he'll end up having with you whether you like it or not.

"you really are just leaking aren't you? so messy." you tease, thumb swiping over his slit and he curls into you with a hiss, eyes falling shut. "sensitive today, are we?" you mumble, twisting your fist around his cock head again to draw another reaction from him. "been hard all day," he admits, head falling into the crook of your neck. "wanted to wait so i could fuck you." you shake your head with a chuckle. "so bold to automatically assume i'd let you fuck me."

hongjoong honestly believes he sees the gates of the afterlife appear in front of him when he finally feels your wet heat press against his cock. you drag your folds up and down the base of him, using a mixture of your cum, slick and his leftover saliva to lubricate him. "w-well i'm here now, aren't- aren't i?" you sigh, guiding his tip to your sopping hole. "eh, i guess so." your palms rest against his back when you slam his hips down onto you in one harsh movement. hongjoong's breath is knocked out of him at the unexpected movement, and his fingers grip your hips as he whines loud. "oh fuck-!"

you've missed him so badly. skin to skin, lips to lips, heart to heart, you have him fully. you hum, head dropping back into the satin pillows. "that's it.. i've missed you, joong. missed this big cock so much." you don't think your cunt could ever get used to the delicious stretch his cock provides you with, with or without fingers beforehand. he just reaches that particular spot inside you that nobody else ever could, and it drives you absolutely mad with adoration.

but what snaps you out of your bliss is that you realise hongjoong has no plans of moving. his head just stays dipped into the crook of your neck, hands gripping your waist so hard the skin will positively bruise, panting hard. "hello?" you mumble, poking the side of his head. he grumbles out something unintelligible, and it makes you sigh, propping yourself up onto your elbows. "this pussy's not gonna fuck itself, is it?" your question is more rhetorical, but it makes hongjoong wince. "c-can't." his voice is strained, and you have an idea of why, yet you still choose to prod further. "what do you mean, 'you can't'?"

"feels too good.." he whispers, and you grin. admittedly, hongjoong is indeed, a very busy man. jobs, producing, lectures, dance classes, clubs, parties, he's everywhere doing everything all at once. but the most critical aspect of it all, was that he was loyal to you. he hadn't kissed, touched, or fucked a single other person since he last had you, holding onto that small slither of hope that he could win you back when the time was right.

that, however, now leaves him in a sticky - no pun intended - situation where he knows that if he doesn't pull himself together, he'll drain his balls within minutes of fucking you. "oh? poor baby.." you feign innocence, just for a few seconds before your legs wrap around his hips, beginning to grind up onto him in search of your own friction. "that's too bad."

hongjoong yelps, trying to ground himself by fisting his duvet into a death grip, little whimpers making it past his sealed lips. your hands take a hold of his hips, aiding you in your movements. "you gonna help me now, or what?" you grit out, and all he can do is shake his head frantically, bottom lip jutted out into a pout. "i- i'll cum baby- i can't!-" "so what? cum or not, we're not stopping until i do." he exhales shakily.

"so are you gonna be a good? or will i have to go find someone else who can fuck me right?" hongjoong grits his teeth, shaking his head and putting all of his body weight on you until you come to a stop, he experiments, thrusting up once, twice, before mumbling a soft: "okay.". you rub his back gently, whispering in return: "come on.."

the sudden snap of his hips catches you off guard. you squeak, hands frantically reaching for his biceps to ground yourself. "shit! th- that's it hongjoong! ngh-" he nods frantically, yanking your knees up to your chest to thrust even deeper. he groans, eyes squeezing shut as he tries not to focus on how gorgeous you look beneath him, or how slick the sounds between you are, or how good your pussy feels, or how badly he wants to fucking cum.

he sets a brutal pace, balls slapping against your ass with every deep, meaningful thrust into you. "atta boy.. ohh baby i-" you gasp out, feeling the pad of hongjoong's thumb press down on your clit, rubbing up and down in synchronisation with his thrusts.

he pants hard and desperately it's almost concerning, lips parted and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he buries his head deep into the crook of your neck. you arch up into him, breasts pressing flush against his bare chest. your rhythmic clenching, the borderline salacious amount of wetness inside of you, the raking of your nails on his back, it's almost too much for him.

the longer he pursues you, the more he realises that he in fact, cannot wait, and will cum. he had tried not to too early, truly! but he had been close the second he walked into the damn room, and the amount of different versatile sensations he has no choice but to feel drive him over the edge. "baby- i can't- i can't i-" your legs wrap themselves around his hips, locking him in. "it's okay baby. go on. cum for me. fill me up."

with that, he's gone. you don't think you've ever seen him behave this way in the years you've known him. "oh godd yes- yes yes yes-" he's lewd, and he puts professional pornography to shame. the way he presents himself is obscene, head thrown back, eyes rolled into them. a staggered groan escapes him as he comes undone, his seed flowing inside of you as he gently rocks his hips, knuckles whiter than white with the pressure he's putting on the pillows either side of your head. you guide him through his orgasm, petting his hair softly.

his back glistens with beads of sweat among the moles and freckles dotted along his shoulder blades, and they flex as his arms slowly yet surely move to wrap around your torso. he exhales, nuzzling into you as he catches his forfeited breaths back.

you supposed that if he were unable to continue, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. it was even between the two of you now, and you were both correspondingly satisfied. you reach down and grip the base of him that isn't enveloped inside of you, and can't even begin to attempt to suppress the grin on your face when you realise he's still hard. "not satisfied yet, are you?"

he's about to defend himself, promise you he's not as filthy as he presents himself to be. but there's no need for it, seeing as you give him no time to rest before you climb on top of him, and start rocking your hips. and honest to god, hongjoong has absolutely no idea what to do with himself.

he's being used like a toy, and he loves it. but at the same time he isn't sure if you want him to help you or if he should take it, so many thoughts rushing through his mind but in reality he's just trying to stall so he doesn't cum again. he's a ragdoll in your arms, the pleasure he had been feeling a few seconds ago returning in an instant with a new found sensitivity, your pussy even wetter with his cum. he ever so desperately wanted to take back the dominance between the two of you, he knew he could do it. but the most he could do to even voice a reaction was curse loudly, cry out and throw his head back.

he takes it back. completely. there was no way he could do anything other than accept it without any objections. it was everything he had ever wanted and more, there was nothing going on in his mind other than perpetual euphoria.

"fuck i'm close," you whisper, cursing in approval when hongjoong's index and middle finger work at your clit in time with your bounces. "c-cum for me? cum for me baby?" hongjoong's eyes brim with tears, a mix of sentimentality and overstimulation. you nod frantically, finally letting the knot in your gut come loose, letting out a wail as your orgasm washes over you.

he whines softly at the feeling of you gushing around him, and he cums a second time. he fills you up again with a groan through gritted teeth, in smaller spurts with less amount than the first. you pant, falling limp on top of him with a grunt. "that was good," you hum, hand moving to trace his collarbone.

hongjoong's arms come to encircle around your waist, pressing you close to his chest as he begins to soften inside of you, making no move to pull out. he kisses your temple, one of his hands moving to the back of your head, caressing your dishevelled head of hair. hongjoong has never felt such relief as he does holding you, your body feeling just right with his, and he can't help but think to himself..

"i love you." he blurts out. the confession is rushed, panicked and hesitant. you feel his body tense up the moment he registers he's said it, but you just smile against his chest, poking him in the rib. "you're okay i guess." not getting the answer he wants, he groans. "princess.." his tone is whiny, and you giggle, sitting up to plant a passionate kiss to his lips.

"i'm joking, joong. i love you too."

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sleepyangelkami · 7 days

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pls do more of carl grimes😭🙏🙏 (can be smut or fluff idrc🤭)

TROUBLE ADJUSTING c.grimes

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CARL GIMES X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - there was a heavy difference between travelling the roads filled with dead people walking and alexandria, a place that you fear is too much like the old world. you have some trouble adjusting, luckily your boyfriend carl doesn't mind you using him as a human shield.

☆ WARNINGS - anxiety, social anxiety, obvious attachment issues, aged up characters, (2) use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

the roads were unlike anything you'd ever experienced in your entire life.

the prison wasn't exactly the best option but it was safe and it was secure. it kept the dead out and the living in. when you were at the prison, you were never told to leave the grounds. perhaps that was why the road had been such a shock to you and not the others.

you thought when you and the others got off the roads and found a new place to settle down, things would mellow out.

and by things, i mean the elephant in the room between you and carl.

you and carl had been dating for quite some time now. you'd always been close, you supposed. but on the roads? he was your safe haven. you slowly began isolating yourself into just you and him.

though he never minded, of course.

if anything, it put carl a little at ease, knowing you were always so close to him. during the prison, he worried tremendously about you, where you were during the night, what you were doing. you two weren't permitted to sleep in a cell together, at that stage.

but rick's rules began to disappear when death began to slap him in the face over and over. if anything were to happen to any of you, he'd like to think you lived doing what you wanted, what made you happy.

besides, you didn't really have anyone other than the grimes' family.

michonne and you had moved into the large grimes' house in alexandria. rick and michonne were at one end of the hall, judith's room somewhere in between and then it was carl's room. you didn't like to call it your room seeing as it wasn't your house. but the grimes' let you know that it was as much your house as it was theres.

"you wanna go for a walk or something?" carl questioned causing your head to move from his shoulder.

you and carl had this sort of ritual of reading comic books together since the beginning of the breakout. you were thankful that at least that didn't change now that you were in alexandria. "do you want to?"

carl shrugged, debating. sure, he wanted to. at the same time, he worried for you. it was evident that the change hadn't been good for you. once so bubbly and outgoing, you'd sort of shrunk into yourself. now, you didn't even feel all that comfortable talking to rick. "why not? the place is huge."

that much was true.

you'd never seen a place as huge as this, even before the breakout. you only worried that you may run into someone on the way.

"what's going on up there, baby?" his finger tapped against your head, bringing you back.

with a bitten lip, you tried your best to conceal the obvious anxiety bubbling in your chest. "i don' know... i jus' don't wanna see anyone."

"we don't have to." he shrugged his shoulders. "we'll just keep reading the comic." before relaxing back into the pillows of his bed.

but you couldn't leave it at that. "but you want to. you should go without me." feeling bad that you were restricting him from doing the things he wanted.

he could only chuckle lowly. "don't be silly, angel. wouldn't go nowhere without you." he didn't realise it, but truthfully, it had been the most comforting thing you'd heard all week.

you'd had so much worry caught in your throat about going out and meeting people that you began to think you were weighing the others down, too. "but i feel bad." you mumbled, voicing your feelings to the only person you felt like you could.

carl was quick to shush you. "i was just suggesting, maybe another day. y'know, now that i think about it, i'm kind of in the mood for hot coco and a movie, what d'you say?" though he was already getting up from the bed.

you sat criss-cross legged on the bed, practically pouting at him. "you don't like hot coco." you informed him, knowing what he was getting at.

"why can't you just let me do something nice for my pretty girl, hm?" lifting out his hand to you and letting you take it.

carl would never force you to talk to anyone.

a couple more days in the new community passed and rick was beginning to get worried. of course, he knew you and carl weren't normal teenagers, you never would be after the things you'd experienced in your lives. but he wanted you to be as normal as could be, and that included at least trying to make friends.

obviously, the man hadn't picked up on the obvious anxiety that followed you like a dark cloud over your head. so, he made arrangements with the blonde woman who lived down the street who had a son about your guy's age. who had a girlfriend and another guy friend. rick thought there would be no harm in at least meeting them. and if you came back to the house, not liking them, then he wouldn't force you guys to go back.

simple.

or at least it should have been.

you were sure you were shaking like a leaf by the time you made your way to the white door from across the street. worried you'd be looked at oddly, you didn't hold carl's hand, though you stayed silent, behind him.

the woman, jessie anderson, let you in with a smile on her face.

then you met her son, ron. "so mikey and enid are upstairs waiting for us, got some cool games if you play."

"uh, sure." as much as carl wasn't the awkward type, he still felt sort of odd in someone else's house. perhaps that was because he never experienced the whole 'teenager sleepover' thing.

you followed carl up the stairs, staying eerily close to him. you heard ron talk, even crack a joke. carl laughed and made a joke back. but truthfully, their words fell on deaf ears for you. your eyes travelled around the house, glancing to the family portraits hanging and so on.

you didn't look back until ron opened his bedroom door, allowing you both in and shutting it again. "hey guys." a boy with black hair whipped around and the girl who was sat on the bed, comic in hand, didn't bother looking up.

"oh, hey." the boy didn't exactly say hi to ron, more so to carl and you.

"hi." the girl spoke, not so much as looking away from the pretty coloured pages.

"so, this is mikey." pointing to the black haired boy who nodded swiftly before turning back to the gaming console he'd been playing on. "and enid." the girl who finally glanced up, eyeing the two of you before nodding. "and guys, this is carl and... sorry, what was your name again?"

three pairs of oggling eyes on you. you felt your own eyes widen and your mouth part, a little dry. suddenly, your own name was caught in your throat.

"y/n." carl responded for you, loud and proud as if he'd wanted to boast about you. "her name's y/n." instinctively, you found yourself shuffling closer to the boy, trying to make yourself as unseen as possible.

you swore you didn't leave his side the entire time you spent there. he got comfortable on the ground, back against the bed while ron sat above you two, at the edge, mikey on the desktop chair and enid, now on her second comic.

"so, how long you two been together?" you glanced up at the sound of mikey's voice. he was a well put together boy, expensive sweater and a collared shirt beneath. you were suddenly thankful for carl's dirty boots, cowboy hat and loose flannels. "been third wheeling these two for like forever. i know a couple when i see one."

carl and ron both huffed out a laugh, you did not. "yeah, we've been together for like forever too." carl's head turned to give you a graceful smile, one that had your cheeks turning a light pink before smiling back ever so softly. "hey, where's the, uh, where's the bathroom?"

you were almost tempted to grasp his arm and tell him you were coming with.

"just out the hall, first door to the right." ron answered, without taking his eyes off the screen.

"thanks, man." carl's baby blue's turned back to your nervous face. "i'll be back in a second, okay?"

you nodded, though you could feel the colour drain from your face without even looking in a mirror. carl left as quickly as he could, deciding that the quicker he left, the quicker he would be back. "so..." ron voiced again. you suddenly wondered how much he liked the sound of his voice, seeing as he wouldn't stay quiet for longer than a full minute. "not much of a talker?" you nodded your head softly before hearing the loud crash on the video game, jumping a little. "jumpy too huh?" you breathed out a sigh, shying in on yourself.

"don't worry." enid voiced, only now choosing to speak. "you get used to the noise again."

this caused your head to spin, what was she talking about. and without even having to ask, ron answered your question. "enid was on the roads too. i heard your group was on the road for a while, how was it?"

how was it?

"scary." you answered shortly, turning backwards and feeling your hands become clammy.

if there was one thing you wanted to forget, it was the roads. every day, it seemed as though you were loosing someone else. every day, you faced death and it stared you back right in the eyes. panic would come over you, wheeze it's way through your lungs.

carl would always hold you back, close to him as he stabbed his way through walkers with the others. but even that was a comfort to none.

every day, you were living, wondering if it'd be your last.

"i'll bet. i couldn't imagine living without my xbox." he snorted before pressing the shooting button again and letting bullets fly. it was now that you wished carl was next to you again, at least then you could squeeze his hand 'til it turned purple.

you wondered if everyone here was that shallow. if everyone only worried about their xbox or their stupid assets that in the long run, meant nothing.

"so, what do you think about alexandria?" this time it was mikey who'd asked the question.

"scary." you huffed out again. "but a different kind of scary."

"intimidating." enid answered for you. "it'll be like that for a while but you get used to it, just like the noise." you could tell that she was one of the good ones. the ones who don't care about silly things like objects. you could tell she'd seen the horrors you had, too.

"thanks." you mumbled, sheepishly glancing down to your fingers.

soon enough, carl returned from the bathroom, catching onto your face full of anxiety. he excused you both, stating that his dad needed help rearranging furniture or something or other. stupidly enough, the others believed you and soon bid a goodbye.

when you left, it felt like you could finally breathe again. you let out a breath of relief, fluttering your eyes shut and opening them again. carl was careful to peer at your face. "what'd you think?"

"the girl's nice." you mumbled.

"yeah? think so?" you could only nod in response. "well that's good, maybe you guys'll become friends. and the guys?"

you shrugged. "ron talks a lot." this caused carl to grin, a laugh puffing out from his cheeks causing you to do the same. it was much easier to laugh when it was just you and carl, even after everything you two had been through. "did you like 'em?"

"i guess." he gently nudged his nose against your cheek. "nothing compared to you, though." you couldn't help but roll your eyes, pretty smile dancing on your cheeks.

you huffed out again, noticing the way your chest suddenly felt clear of knots. "that was scary." you spoke honestly.

carl nodded his head, understanding that it wasn't exactly your thing. "it'll get better, though. just takes some getting used to." you couldn't agree more. "you're just having a little trouble adjusting, that's all. but you got me, right?"

the boy's elbow nudged you causing you to giggle softly and lean against his shoulder. "yeah, i got you."

he pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your hair. "c'mon, let's go pick out another comic."

now that sounded like fun.

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arthenaa · 1 year

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Ominis Gaunt x GN! Reader ; fluff

He's addicted to your scent. <3 (Reader is not MC in this one)

Ominis knows you're near through your scent. It's your most distinct feature for him. Sebastian almost thinks it's comical with how fast Ominis knows you're there the moment your scent wafts in the room. You think it's cute how Ominis lights up like a little crup who gets to see his owner after a day of work.

It can also be a safe haven for the young Gaunt. It never fails to make him calm and at times, it helps him destress from the noise of the world. You had been standing for about 30 minutes in the halls of the Defense against the Dark Arts Tower. Arms wrapped around you, holding tightly against his chest and face buried on the crook of your neck is your boyfriend of 8 months, Ominis Gaunt.

"Ominis." You softly call him, hand caressing the arm around your waist. He lets out a soft hum, pulling you closer if that was even physically possible. "Ominis, love. We have to move."

It wasn't that you were positioned out in the open. Ominis had pulled you in a secluded corner where teachers and students rarely passed. It was because the Undercroft would be a much more fitting place to fully give your undivided attention to the needy boy behind you.

Sebastian had been called behind by Professor Hecat on certain concerns regarding his behavior in class (He had accidentally jinxed Leander Prewett during a duel in class and let's say he's been doing extra work for Professor Hecat as part of his punishment). You two had initially tried to wait for him. However, Ominis, who was unusually clingy during class (always sticking close to you wherever you went), had pulled you to a secluded corner, thus your present situation.

"Sebastian's still with Hecat." Ominis muffled against your neck. He presses a chaste kiss against your pulse, which sends a shiver down your back. "Let me enjoy this."

"You can enjoy this in the safety of the Undercroft." You giggle as he presses more kisses, ascending to the side of your face. He stops, burying his nose in your hair.

"You smell nice."

"Creep." You tease to which he scoffs jokingly.

"I'm your boyfriend." He mumbles as he places his head back on your neck. You lean back against him with a smile.

"Doesn't excuse you being a perv."

"Rude."

"This is nice. I always love being near you. It helps me zone out whenever Sebastian rambles on and on about his little crush on the new fifth year." Ominis lifts his head to place his chin on your shoulder. You let out a soft laugh.

"I'll be sure to tell him that." You smile. "You're like a little crup, you know?"

"Are you calling me a dog?" Ominis lifts his head in amusement, turning his head to the direction of your voice. You look up at him, giggling.

"Cause you act like one. Sebastian tells me you've got a great sense of smell when it comes to me. I think that's a talent."

Ominis flushes at the information. He's become too aware of your presence that he unconsciously developed a sensitive nose to your smell. He's in love! What was he supposed to do?

"Aw, are you embarrassed?" You tease, pinching his cheeks. He only pouts, moving his arms from your waist to wrap around your arms.

"Well, deal with it cause I'm going to be stuck to you like a niffler with a coin." He mumbles, smiling against your hair. You turn towards him, his arms loosening in the process. Your arms pull him into a hug as you look at him with a smile.

"Wouldn't that be a dream?" You grin before pecking his lips. He lets out a small laugh before hugging you close. Too immersed with each other, both of you fail to notice two Slytherins standing a few pillars away with varying looks on their faces. One with disgust and one with sadness.

"I don't know how you do it, Sallow." Imelda continues to cringe as she watches the couple in front of her. "I'd want to fall off my broom daily if they do that in front of me."

Sebastian elbows her on the side, causing her to groan and writhe in pain. She gives him a glare, to which he responds with a sigh. "When will it be my turn to be happy?"

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A/N: i love ominis

#ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt

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thewalkingwillowtree · 8 months

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Safe Haven

Series Part Listing Found Here

Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love.

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23.

Xilä is my own creation.

Part 11 - Iknimaya

Sweat and blood free after a quick bath, Neteyam cleaned his bruised knuckles, then haphazardly dabbed a bit of healing balm to them before rushing out again.

He could feel the buzz and hubbub surrounding him as he stalked through Camp. Word must have gotten by now about his brutal fight with T'shteyo. Most likely also about his and Xi’s relationship.

He hadn’t exactly been quiet when he called her his wife, and even if they hadn’t heard that part, he was sure people would have connected the dots just from the brutal scene alone of his uncharacteristic fly off the handle.

Neteyam could only imagine what a mess the rumour mill was currently. Gossip seemed to spread far quicker through the clan than a flu.

The moment he entered the Tsahìk’s healing tent however, a flash of simmering annoyance filled him.

Not only was the tent unnecessarily packed with worrying friends and neighbours, but his poor betrothed sat amidst a suffocating crowd of their family members.

A heavily pregnant D’avi sat on one side of her- stroking Xi's hair comfortingly while Sal and Jxo sat on the other. His grandmother seemed to be asking Xilä questions while Kiri kept trying to get her to have sips of water. Lo’ak, Spider and his mother hovered closely while a tiny Tuk kept inching her way forward until she was practically seated in Xi’s lap.

If the situation were different, Neteyam would have thought the sight comical. He knew their families were only worried, and he was grateful they cared this much. But the sight of his Xilä’s overwhelmed face was too much for him.

Striding forward, he made a beeline for her through the suffocating room.

Xi turned instantly relieved when she noticed him and didn’t hesitate once when he reached out for her. Gently pulling her to her feet, he ignored their families' protesting voices as he led her through the parted bodies and right out of the tent.

Fingers interlocked, she stuck close to him as he navigated them through the encampment's flurry of activity. Keeping her head tilted downward, she tried her best to ignore the stares and not so hushed whispers.

The Sully residence was the closest escape for them.

Entering his room, Neteyam took a few steps away from her and released a heavy breath, wiping his palms down his face as guilt clouded him. He hoped to Eywa she didn’t hate him for all the commotion and attention he so clearly had caused.

“Xi, I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he said sincerely, pulling her close again. “All of that-” he started, gesturing to the general direction of the outside. “I didn’t mean-”

Her brows furrowed. “It’s fine. Really. I- I don’t care,” she said in a concerned tone, not liking how broken up he was sounding. Palms soothing over the skin of his smooth chest, her frown deepened at the sight of his split lip. “Are you okay?” she asked.

He shook his head as if words eluded him, choosing instead to draw her in and claim her mouth in response. Ignoring the sting of his lip, he pulled away for a second to suck in a breath of air before he deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers.

Xilä returned the affection eagerly, humming softly when he tugged on her hair, tilting her head higher to grant him easier access.

Everytime they kissed it felt like the very first time to her. This kiss was no exception she thought. It felt like he was pouring all of himself into it- into her.

She could feel the tension and pent up anger within him deflate as they kissed. And he could tell the moment her remaining anxiety and fear began to fade.

They both needed this kiss it seemed. It was honestly a true testament to just how much of an effect they had on each other.

Panting slightly when they eventually broke apart, he tucked her flyaways behind her ears, palms cradling her cheeks while he continued to pepper tiny kisses to her pouty lips.

She couldn’t help but giggle against his sweet ministrations, hugging him around the waist, if only to bury herself closer.

He cleared his throat when he stood tall again. Scratching his temple, he gave her a sheepish smile.

“You make me get carried away sometimes,” he admitted, reaching down to swipe a thumb across her kiss swollen bottom lip.

Xi grinned and stretched up to smack her lips to his chin- not quite able to meet his lips, to show him that she didn’t mind him getting carried away. “I like when you do.”

As if just noticing where they were, her smile widened. “We’re in your room,” she stated with a glint of excitement. She’d never been in his room before.

“Is that okay?” he asked, amused by the way her attention was suddenly stolen by their surroundings.

“Yes,” she said, not even hiding the fact she was staring intently at his little workstation that held a personal tablet, his comm device and a few other odd looking contraptions and gadgets she’d only seen in the labs before.

With a final kiss to her temple, Neteyam untangled himself from Xi then moved to toss himself into his hammock. Palms behind his head as he got comfortable, he observed his pretty mate-to-be with a smile, while she explored his private space.

The room was quite large- but then again the Sully tent was massive.

Neteyam watched as Xi’s eyes roamed over his impressive collection of weapons, his riding equipment and the many pairs of different visors he owned. Her fingertips traced across a few of the well made beaded designs of jewellery he had neatly laid out and she giggled quietly when she spotted his half assed completed pile of forgotten laundry.

His hammock was grand and made out of tightly woven bamboo stalks and vines. It was not one that swung, but it hung low to the ground as a sort of elevated bed. The inside well of the hammock was softly padded by a thick pelt and Xi noticed there was one lone blanket crumpled at his feet. One lone blanket, unlike her nest of multi fabrics. She knew Neteyam ran hot.

When she finished exploring, she happily made her way back to him. Straddling his waist, she sat atop his abs, hair falling into her face as she peered down at him.

“I like your room,” she complimented, brushing the annoying strands away.

“Thanks baby….I’ll have you know, you’re the first girl I’ve ever brought in here,” he said with a little smirk.

“Really? Well, I’m glad I’m at least the first girl with something,” she teased easily.

He stared at her, looking for signs of- well he wasn’t exactly sure. “Does it bother you that I’ve been with other girls before?” he asked seriously.

It was known by her that he was well versed in bed, but they had never exactly discussed what that meant- he wanted to know what she thought.

Her nose scrunched up. “No. Should it? I mean, it’s kind of a good thing I think. At least one of us should know what they're doing, right?” she said, causing him to snort at her answer.

“I’m serious!” she laughed, slapping a palm to his chest. Biting her lip, she decided to ask her own question. “Does it bother you that I'm not- you know…experienced? I know guys usually like that, I’ve heard Lo’ak and his friends talk a few times…”

“No,” he replied just as easily. “In fact I think I like it a little too much just how innocent you are,” he admitted, enjoying the blush blooming across her cheeks. “And you being the first girl in my room is not the only first of mine you have,” he said, running a large hand up her thigh.

“What other firsts am I then?” she asked, biting her lip to keep from smiling.

“First girl- not counting Tuk, I’ve ever let ride with me on Buddy. First girl I brought home for dinner. First girl I let sit on my face-”

“Neteyam!” she shrieked in mortification, unable to hide her smile this time. “Wait- really? You- you never did that with another girl?”

“Nope. Never.”

She swallowed, eyes glazing over momentarily as if she were remembering the experience. “Oh. Well I guess you’re just naturally good at it then.”

He laughed out loud at her compliment, unable to contain himself.

Sobering up, he continued with his list a bit more serious this time. “First girl I gave my heart to. First girl I’ll make my wife...First girl and only girl I’ll make a home and future with and first girl and only girl I’ll spend the rest of my life loving.”

Xilä sniffled with a wobbly smile. “You can’t go around saying things like that Neteyam Sully. You’ll make me fall in love with you even more.”

She rubbed his forearm resting along her thigh, fingers sliding to stroke his cracked knuckles. “I forgot, I’m supposed to be mad at you. You were supposed to come back in one piece, remember?” she chided, reaching to thumb at his split lip with a frown.

He shrugged. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he said with unnerving honesty.

A beat of silence passed as they stared at each other, shifting emotions and expressions- silently being communicated between them.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

“As you wish, sweetheart,” he said, sitting up to claim her lips.

They spent the remainder of the morning together. Between cuddles, kisses and near inappropriate touches, they spoke about this and that.

He asked her about her wrist, his fingers gently circling the compression bandage wrapped around it- hiding away the dark bruises. She simply smiled and told him she was right- it was only a sprain, and with the help of a few doses of pain tonic and some bruise oil, she’d be fine in no time.

At the mention of injuries, she raided his “first aid kit” as he called it, and gently applied a bit more healing balm to his lip and knuckles while commenting on the fact that their families would probably be upset he’d taken her away without a word- he did not care.

Then. Finally then, facing the topic she had so been avoiding, she asked him about what had happened between him and her father that morning. He told her the truth about the majority of the fight and the aftermath, keeping her father’s belittling and hurtful comments about her, to himself.

After their discussion of T'shteyo that was it. She told him she didn’t want to discuss the man ever again. She wanted them to move on with their lives. Xilä refused to let him have any more of a hold on her.

Neteyam was so proud of her, the pride in his chest felt like it would burst- she’d grown so much since the first moment they’d met.

At some point she and Neteyam eventually fell into a light sleep, napping away the eventful morning they’d both had.

The pitter patter of little feet and hushed giggles roused her after an hour of rest.

Peeking through a half opened eyelid from her tucked position against Neteyam’s side- head perched between a bicep and a pec, she spotted two small faces poking through the divider.

Tuk and her friend Täylley creeped in, shushing rather loudly at each other as they argued over who was being louder. Then, at the sight of a sleeping Neteyam they gaped, then pouted, then glared- arms folded in upset.

“He’s sleeping during the day?!” Tuk whisper- yelled with a wrinkle brow.

“I thought he said we’d go today?” Täylley complained.

“That’s what he said!” Tuk hushed back at her friend while shooting a betrayed glare at her big brother.

Xilä stifled her laughter as she enjoyed the comedic duo. The two girls had not only no semblance of a proper whisper but they had evidently not noticed her yet- Neteyam’s impressive build was keeping her hidden away.

“Ugh. Today my grandmother said she'd be making sweets. I really don’t want to miss out on getting to lick the bowl....Come get me if he wakes up. Promise I’ll save you some sweets if I get, okay?”

The two girls linked pinkies, then did an odd sort of hop and spin- their version of a secret handshake Xi was told, and then Täylley was on her way off.

Tuk on the other hand stayed behind. Creeping forward she raised one tiny hand to poke Neteyam but Xi intercepted.

“Tuk!” she whispered, lifting her head.

Tuktirey gasped in surprise.

When Xilä gestured for her to come around to her side of the hammock, she sat up and allowed the little girl to climb in next to her.

Turning her back on Neteyam when she laid down again, she apologized softly, “Sorry I scared you. Your brother is tired. So let’s not wake him up just yet.”

“Okay,” Tuk agreed, matching her tone of voice as she snuggled in for a cuddle.

“Why are you here? Are you two having a sleepover?” Tuk asked innocently.

“Just a little one,” Xi nodded.

“Oh,” she said, thinking hard. “But it’s daytime. Can you have a sleepover during the day? And how come you get to? ‘Teyam never lets me sleep in his bed,” Tuk said, her jealousy poking through.

Xilä bit her cheek to halt a smile- Tuk was quite serious at the moment.

“Yes, you can have sleepovers during the day. It only works for naps though. Why did you want to wake up your brother?” she asked instead, trying to steer the conversation away from why she was in her brother’s bed.

Tuk fiddled with Xi’s glass stone necklace, a small yawn escaping her. “Because he promised to take me and Täylley for a ride on Buddy. She’s never gotten to ride before and he even promised to give us two tricks too.”

“Ah. Well I’m sure he’ll keep his promise a little later,” Xi said, stroking Tuk’s hair affectionately.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked kindly, pointing at Xi’s bandaged wrist.

Her wrist was aching but not wanting to cause worry, she said, “Much better now that you’re here, Tuk.”

Tuktirey beamed in response.

“Can I join your sleepover?” the youngest Sully asked, eyes wide and pleading.

“Of course you can,” Xi agreed, pulling her in closer.

Both Tuk and Xi eventually fell asleep after a few more hushed whispers and one begged song and bedtime story.

The next time Xi woke, was because Neteyam was trying and failing to ease himself off the hammock without waking them.

“Sorry, sorry. Go back to sleep,” he whispered apologetically when he stood.

Shaking out his lone blanket to drape and cover both she and Tuk, he leaned down when she beckoned him to.

“Where are you going?” she croaked, turning slightly to see him better, careful of the little body next to hers.

“To get us some lunch,” he replied, leaning closer to nuzzle her cheek. “Your tummy’s been rumbling for the past five minutes.”

Xi blushed. “If the cooks have soup, or stew, will you get me some? I feel for something warm.”

“Soup, or stew. Got it. I’ll be back. And don’t think I have not noticed your new sleeping buddy over there.”

When Neteyam returned with their meal a half hour later, all he could do was sigh in defeat. Not only were Xi and Tuk awake, but Kiri had joined them now.

All three girls had taken up residence in his hammock, comfortably sprawled as they chatted with each other.

Judging by the particular cup in Xi’s hand that only the healers used, Neteyam guessed Kiri had brought Xilä another dose of tonic for her pain.

“Oh great! We were starving. Thanks ‘Tey,” Kiri smirked, hands stretched expectantly for him to pass over the loaded tray in his hands.

“Mmm,” he hummed unimpressed as he handed it over anyway.

Xi shot him an apologetic look, but he shook his head with a smile to let her know it was fine.

“Well, you girls seem comfortable, so I guess I’ll leave you to it. Tuk, stay out of my stuff,” he warned.

Tuk simply stuck out her tongue at him in response.

Ignoring her antics, he leaned over her head and pressed a kiss to Xi’s lips.

A gasp halted his parting when he stood tall again.

“You- you kissed her,” Tuk said in shock and mild disgust.

Kiri snorted at her sister’s reaction while Neteyam merely blinked.

“We haven’t told her the news yet, have we?” he said, in realization.

Xi shook her head, pressing her fingertips to her curled lips.

“What news?!” Tuk demanded, her tiny head flicking from Neteyam, to Xi, to Kiri, eyes narrowed accusingly as the older Na’vis began to laugh.

In the early hours of the following morning, Xilä paced her room as she nervously got ready for the day.

“Tell me again,” she begged a bit panicked, tossing aside the cloth she’d been using to squeeze her hair dry.

Neteyam, who was lying on her bed, tore his gaze away from her bare breasts he’d been openly ogling as she shuffled into her undercloth before reaching for her skirt.

He sat up and began to recite the plan again, not feeling a single ounce of irritation. He’d recite it a thousand times if she needed him to.

“The journey will be extremely long and treacherous- not like our usual hikes in the forest. I’ll take you as far up as I can on Antoyle but after that you make the rest of the journey on your own with the others. Careful with the floating rocks, timing is everything before you make the leap. Watch your footing along the ledges when you reach the waterfall- remember your balance training and you’ll have no trouble. I’ll fly out on Buddy and meet you at the top.”

She jerked her head in acknowledgment while shakily trying to tie the cords behind her back.

Neteyam got to his feet and took over, doing up the ties of her top for her as he continued. “When you reach the nest you may feel overwhelmed by the noise and the surprising amount of them all clustered together, but you’ll be fine, just stay focused and alert, alright?”

When he finished securing the tie, he hugged her from behind in comfort and kissed her temple. “Focus on your breathing the way I taught you, it will keep you calm but attentive. The moment one lunges at you, you’ll know what to do.”

Turning her to face him, his eyes traced the delicate features of her face. “Tell me, Xilä. What do you do the moment you get the chance?”

“Tsaheylu,” she said, as echoed a thousand times. “Make the bond, secure the bond and most importantly lay my trust in the bond.”

“Good girl,” he praised. “I have to go check in on my other students, okay?” he said, looking every bit like that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Okay.”

“Do one last round of stretches for your wrist and have Sal bandage it tightly for you,” he said. “Eat a light breakfast if you can and make sure you take your final dose of pain tonic before you leave or I’ll tan your hide the next time I make you come,” he said bossily, bending to kiss her goodbye.

“Okay,” was all she said, too nervous to even blush at his joke of spanking her. “I’ll see you at the meeting point soon,” she said distractedly.

“Baby.”

“Yeah?” she said looking up at him.

“You’ll do great. You got this. Hey,” he said, lifting her chin up. “I’m going to be right behind you the entire time, alright? The entire time.”

She nodded and pressed up on the balls of her feet to kiss him again.

Today was the day.

Iknimaya.

To say Xilä was nervous was an understatement.

Once she finished getting ready, she headed out to the main room where she was greeted by Sal and Jxo and a very lovely spread of breakfast.

Midway of Jxo’s calming words of advice and encouragement, someone entered the tent.

Salveen was a flurry of respectful gestures and excited words of welcome to the clan’s Olo’eykte.

Neytiri had apologized for barging in so early and graciously accepted the elder’s offer to finish breakfast with them.

If Xilä had thought she was too nervous to eat before, she had definitely lost her appetite now that her soon to be mother-in-law was seated next to her.

After a few pleasantries, Neytiri turned to her with a kind smile. “Today is a big day. How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Like I’m about to throw up,” Xi said honestly, gaining a few chuckles from her company.

“I felt the same way when I had to complete my rites. But afterwards, it is the most freeing feeling you will ever experience.”

Neytiri picked up something from her lap. “I hope you don’t mind. I brought you something,” she said, pushing a prettily wrapped bundle towards her. “For you, Xi.”

Face marred in slight shock at the unexpected gift, Xilä unwrapped the cloth with shaky fingers then gasped at the sight of what it held.

“It was gifted to me by my late sister, Sylwanin. I had it spruced up a bit- but it served me well for many years and now I hope it does the same for you...daughter.”

At the word daughter, Xilä’s head flicked up to stare at Neteyam's mother. She swallowed a lodge that formed in her throat and blinked away incoming tears.

“Neytiri- I,” she inhaled sharply and shook her head as a rush of emotion filled her- not only over the gift, but at the sentiment of Neytiri’s words. “I love it. Thank you- thank you so much, for everything, truly.”

Neteyiri’s smile only widened when she reached out to squeeze Xi’s hand affectionately. “I am sorry we have not been able to spend time as of late. But I am hoping to change that soon. We will be family after all.”

Wiping away one escaped tear from the edge of Xilä’s eye, Neytiri said, “Good luck today, Xi. May Eywa be with you every step of the way.”

Walking through the quiet encampment, Xilä kept glancing down at the gift in her hands from Neytiri.

It was a rider’s mask. It was regal, fit for a leader. The visor was woven into an elegant design and littered with tiny shiny stones along the crown, and when Neytiri had done the honours of placing it on her- it was a perfect fit.

“Hey,” a voice rang out quietly.

Xilä did a double take when she saw who called her. Slowing down, she approached Leati who seemed to be waiting for her outside her home tent.

“Here,” the warrior said, handing her a small pouch.

“What’s this?” Xi frowned.

“Ul’nic. It’s a mild inducement- ikran’s are attracted to the scent when in close proximity. If you use it well, you can momentarily distract your chosen one to make the bond easier…..It’s um, it’s what helped me when I completed my rites.”

Xilä’s eyes searched Leati’s face as she spoke. The woman, although hesitant, seemed to be genuine.

“Why are you giving this to me,” she asked.

Leati rolled her eyes as if she was hoping to avoid the question. “I was a bitch. This is my peace offering,” was all she said.

“Oh,” Xi said, blinking in surprise. “Well, uh. Thank you.”

Leati shrugged. “Don’t get killed,” she mumbled, before heading back into her tent.

Xilä smiled. She figured that was probably Leati’s way of saying Eywa be with you, or maybe even good luck.

She also wasn't stupid.

Just in case and for good measure, when she reached the meeting point, she pulled Neteyam aside to ask him what he thought about the contents of the pouch.

Surprisingly he said it was legit.

He did warn her however that not many knew how to use it correctly, and to be careful if she chose to do so- he trusted her either way.

The journey to the Hallelujah Mountains went just as Neteyam had said. It was indeed extremely treacherous but Xilä was proud she was able to keep up with the others- others who had trained for years for this very moment.

When she reached near the top, her nerves spiked even more at the overwhelming sounds of so many mountain banshee cries and screeches.

Neteyam met them at the top as promised. He gave her an encouraging grin and covert wink before launching into a quick pep talk to her and the others. He was her mentor right now, not her lover.

This was it.

This was her chance to face her fears not just because it was part of her journey in becoming Omatikaya, but to prove to herself she was strong. She was brave.

With a leap of faith and deep breath, she crept behind the others. Her eyes widened at the sight of the feral, screeching mess of multicoloured ikrans all tangled as they climbed over each other.

Neteyam stayed near, tracking her movements as she stealthy strayed away from the group, heading further away from the edge of the cliff.

Jake had told her about his near fall off the ledge, she was not going to take any unnecessary risks.

Releasing the sturdy rope Jxo had made just for her, she eyed a few of the closer beasts, waiting with baited breath for one to choose her.

She didn’t have to wait very long it seemed, because the loud squawk and sudden attack of a lavender mountain beast with navy stripes had her ducking into a roll to avoid being clawed at.

Xi could hear Neteyam yelling words of caution from behind as she continued to try and dodge the brutal advances from the creature before her.

Fangs bared, Xilä hissed at her attacker before charging at it with a roar. Leaping high, she clung to its neck as it screeched in displeasure, violently trying to shake her off.

Xilä screamed when she almost went flying, hands and legs tightening their hold.

Moving quickly when she had the chance, she flicked out the rope like a whip. It made a perfect loop around the ikran’s mouth and she pulled hard to ensure she’d shut its jaw tightly.

Almost unbelievably, the ikran stopped its bucking. It swayed uncharacteristically in a bizarre manner, wings and head twitching as it released an unusual purring sound. Xi’s eyes widened when she realized that the Ul’nic, tied to the end of her rope, had worked.

With seconds to spare, she scrambled to pull herself up on the back of the beast. Grabbing her queue from behind in one hand and the ikran’s in the other, Xilä joined the two together.

The moment she created Tsaheylu, she gasped at the new sensation.

The ikran however roared, causing one end of the rope around its mouth to snap. It jerked at the sudden connection, skittering in an odd sort of movement as it fought against the link and Xilä held on for dear life in hopes she was not thrown off.

Neteyam’s words rang in Xilä’s head. Seal the bond!

Grasping hold of the two tendril’s behind its head, Xilä pulled hard, causing the banshee to go soaring high and off the cliff.

She screamed when it seemed like they’d gone tumbling, spiraling uncontrollably. It took a while, but after a few clumsy moments and some adjustments on both their ends, the ride turned smooth.

An uncontrollable wide grin broke across her face when she realized. She couldn’t believe it.

She’d done it.

She’d succeeded!

“Thank you. Thank you, friend,” she murmured to the beast beneath her, noting for the first time, her banshee was a female.

The ikran screeched loudly as if understanding her and Xi laughed out loud, hooting in glee.

Adjusting her new rider’s mask, she urged them on faster, whipping through the air as they gained speed.

After a few experimental dips and sharp turns, a familiar cry met her ears. Turning behind, she saw Neteyam’s smiling face as he caught up to her on Buddy.

Neteyam pointed and she nodded in understanding. Tugging on her hold and silently communicating through the bond, Xi turned them around and followed him.

Swooping near floating rocks, they headed for a cliff where she could already see the other students who had succeeded. They seemed to be getting acquainted with their mountain beasts.

Xi landed her newly claimed ikan in front of the others who hooted their congratulations towards her.

She leaped off with ease and disconnected her queue, grinning madly as she brushed her palms against the mountain beast’s multicoloured side, clicking her tongue and humming soothingly to calm her down.

“Xi!”

Xilä flung herself into Neteyam’s arms the moment he was within reach. “I did it! Did you see me? Oh Eywa! I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh.

He spun her around, then set her on her feet but kept her close, uncaring of the Na’vi’s around them. “You did so good, sweetheart. So good,” he praised softly. “Didn’t I tell you you would?”

A low growl interrupted them. Her ikran was vying for attention. Xi turned and removed the broken rope from around her mouth, rubbing along her jaw as she clicked her tongue to calm the female beast’s fury.

She took Neteyam’s wrist and raised his palm to her ikran who immediately nuzzled her beak into his hand, practically purring as he scratched under her jaw like Xi had just done.

“She likes you,” Xi mused.

“She is beautiful. What will you name her?” he asked.

Xi stroked her palm against the other side of the ikran’s face, staring into her eyes.

“Journey,” she replied.

Neteyam shot her a curious glance.

“She will be my reminder of all the trials I have faced to get to this point in my life. She will be the reminder of the journey I have travelled. And for those moments in the future when I doubt myself, she will remind me that I am strong. That I am brave…..And I am not nothing.”

Cupping her cheek, Neteyam pulled her in with a kiss to the forehead. “It is perfect,” he breathed against her skin. “I am so proud of you, Xilä.”

When Neteyam addressed them all as a group again with commending words of deep admiration, a rewarding expression graced his face.

The recruits all cheered, basking in their mentor’s praise, with their own words of thanks and appreciation.

“So,” Neteyam started with a smirk as he eyed each and everyone of them, his eyes landing on Xilä’s, last.

“Shall we go for a ride?”

The day had been completely eventful, but it was not over quite yet.

By the time they returned late that evening, they were greeted by many members of the clan who had gathered and were awaiting their return.

Family members rushed forward from the crowd to congratulate the successors and Xilä grinned wildly at the sight of Jxo and Sal coming towards her, a waddling D’avi just behind, being helped along by her husband.

They were escorted to the clearing where the clan’s dinner was usually served.

There was a ceremony and congratulatory feast held in their honor that evening.

Xilä had lost track of how many thank you’s she’d said in the last hour. The sheer amount of praise and kind words she’d received from clan members was gratifyingly overwhelming at times, but Xi appreciated every one of them.

Even though it was known that Xilä had officially chosen her path to become a healer, she was still surprised to be gifted a grand bow along with the others, by none other than the clan’s Olo'eyktan.

Jake was all proud smiles as he presented her with a beautiful bow. When he moved on to the next Na’vi, Xilä studied the amazing artwork in her hands.

The bow looked as if it were handcrafted just for her. Not only being the perfect size and shape for her stature, it had a feminine flare to it.

She gasped when she noticed a small familiar engraving at the end. It was Jxo’s trademark.

Eyes finding him in the crowd, standing next to his wife, daughter and son-in-law, Xilä shot him a soft and treasured expression.

Jxo’s stony face nodded in response, but Xi wasn’t fooled. She could see the swimming emotion of pride as he stared back at her.

When the feast ended, Xilä who was seated with Spider, Lo’ak and Kiri, was abducted by an extremely determined D’avi.

Quickly pulling her through the throng of dispersing Na’vis, D’avi dragged her all the way back to her and her husband’s tent with impressive speed.

“D’avi, what-”

But D’avi shut her up with a “now is not the time” look as she guided Xi over to a large wash basin.

“Strip, and clean up. You are filthy, Xilä,” her sister, bossed rudely. “Here use this, it’s infused with alvine petals and sweet barli oil,” she said, pressing a cloth and small jar of heavily scented soap balm into her hands.

Confused, Xilä did as told. After stripping out of her rumpled, dirt splattered skirt and top from her day's activities, she began to scrub herself clean.

“Um D’av, what’s this about?” she asked, frowning at her sister who was currently contemplating between two tubed tops that looked to be new.

“Don’t tell me you forgot!” D’avi exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief. When she saw Xilä’s dumbfounded face, she scoffed. “Tonight is the social gathering of all eligible unmated Na’vis- they’re setting up for the party as we speak in the Solania forest.”

Xilä’s jaw dropped and a full body blush made its way across her dusty blue skin when she registered exactly what that meant.

“Oh Eywa!” she whispered, furiously resuming her scrubbing.

Her nerves over her rites had done a fine job of making her forget that tonight was the night Neteyam could possibly take her as his mate. They hadn’t discussed the when before, too busy with her training, to set a date.

But tonight was a possibility- a definite possibility.

“Yah,” D’vai sassed knowingly, hands on her hips making her look slightly comical from the sheer size of her protruding stomach. “Now turn around and let me tackle your hair.”

D’avi was a life saver.

By the time she was done, Xilä was a sight for sore eyes.

Frizzed braids removed and washed, D’avi had combed her dark, spiced coloured hair to perfection. The shiny strands were left to hang free with the exception of a few loose twists which were tied behind her head and secured with gleaming clipped crystal beads.

After multiple objections, Xi eventually agreed to wear the glamorous but extremely revealing skirt her sister had gotten made for her. It was longer and flowy but sheer, and exposed even more thigh than her other usual sets.

Matching crystal beaded jewellery adorned her neck, biceps and ankles. Xilä looked regal and it was enough to make a poor, overemotional D’avi burst into tears.

With many hugs and thanks to her sister and a few parting words of advice from D’vai that made Xilä blush, she was off.

It was quite a long trek to the location of the event. Xi gratefully accepted a direhorse ride from one of Lo’ak’s friends, W’aote who was also on his way.

In the center of the massive clearing in the Solania forest was a large crackling bonfire and lit torches surrounded the perimeter.

Many Na’vis and even a few Avatars who were all dressed in their best garb, littered the area. Some were already coupled up- flirting and talking closely with apparent brushes of hands and lust filled eyes. Others stood on the side lines marring varying expressions that showed nerves, shyness tinged with uncertainty or just flat out annoyance of having to be there.

The booming beats of drums echoed loudly and a sea of dancing bodies moved exotically with rhythm and flow.

Xilä spotted Lo’ak a few feet away, and in her journey of getting to him, she paused when a gorgeous Na’vi intercepted him first. She was all vixen eyes, lip bites and twirling hair. Xi choked on a laugh at the sight of Lo’ak’s sudden panicked expression.

“Hello,” a deep voice called, startling her somewhat.

“Oh- hi,” Xi said with a nervous laugh, returning a gesture of respect to the polite male.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, with a dazzling smile, his eyes roaming over her appreciatively.

“Mm. Yes,” Xi replied, covertly glancing around for only one person in mind.

“I am Ze’lu. It’s Xiarlä right?”

“Xilä,” she corrected kindly.

“Xilä, right,” he repeated with an embarrassed laugh. “Xilä, would you like to-” Ze’lu’s speech however was suddenly cut off and his eyes widened at something over her head.

Before she could ask if he was alright, warmth consumed her when a body pressed up against her from behind.

A chest brushed the back of her head and a thick muscled arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her hips backwards. A familiar large palm smoothed up her bare stomach, its thumb and index finger possessively making itself at home inside the bottom of her top.

“She’s fucking taken,” a growling voice said from above her.

“N-Neteyam,” Ze’lu stammered. “I- I didn’t know,” he said apologetically, giving a little bow of respect as he backed away to make his escape.

When Ze'lu was gone, another hand reached up to pull her hair to the side, granting access for a pair of lips to graze the span of her neck, emitting goose bumps in their wake.

“You didn’t have to be so mean,” she chided.

“Mm, he’ll live,” Neteyam replied with ease. “But you, oh sweetheart…I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?”

Xilä closed her eyes with a smile, blocking out the rest of the world. “You’re late handsome, so whose fault is it really?” she teased, hissing when fangs nipped her in rebuke for her teasing comment.

“I went looking everywhere for you, only to find out your sister, being the menace that she is, sent you off here, alone!”

“It’s fine, W’aote gave me a ride over- ah!”

He had bit her this time.

Turning her to face him with every intention of a lecture, Neteyam faltered and openly gawked at the sight of her- all thoughts erasing from his mind.

Xilä too, looked him up and down, liking very much the sight of him in his luxurious fabricated loincloth, complimented by his striking blue stripes that glistened in the nightlight along with his beaded jewellery and warrior belt

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“You look-” Xi started.

“Incredible,” Neteyam finished in awe.

He looked away from her with a shaky laugh, cheeks tinting slightly. Clearing his throat to compose himself somewhat, he then asked, “Will you dance with me?”

“Really?” she asked, lighting up at his request. “Yes!”

For what felt like hours, they danced.

Neteyam was not one to partake in dancing, but it was one of Xi’s secret favourite things. She’d been to more than enough occasions by now that she seemed to be a pro at it. She was forever asking him to dance with her whenever at a festivity and he had always declined.

Tonight though…tonight was special.

Xilä was hypnotizing the way she moved, hips taunting him with each sway to the rhythm of the beat. The way her body rolled made him bite his lip and stiffen in his loincloth.

When she ground against his thigh for the third time in a row, he groaned under his breath. He knew what she was doing. Each time she got closer and closer to his growing member, tempting him, willing him to do something already. And just by the way she peered up at him with those fucking eyes of hers….

Having enough of her torture, he snapped.

Stilling her movement with a burning grip on the nape of her neck he growled- the rumble vibrating deep in his chest as he glared down at her. He was pent up and breathing heavily. The moment her eyes looked up to meet his, he had to look away, swallowing deeply to try and regain control of himself.

“‘Teyam are you alright?” she asked concerned, unaware of the beast inside him trying to break free.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “I just think I’ve had enough dancing…..Take a walk with me?”

Fingers intertwined, they strolled through the quiet forest in silence.

With baited breath, she kept waiting for him to say something.

“So….I passed my rites,” Xi said, taking matters into her own hands as she traced the lines of his profile with her eyes.

“You did,” he murmured serenely. “You are Omatikaya now.”

“And it means I am also eligible now….to be chosen….as a mate,” she hedged, hoping to speed along the night with a feeling of immense anticipation.

Neteyam’s face however, remained comically impassive, giving her nothing on what he was feeling in the moment.

“So you are,” was all he said in response. “There are many fine men in our clan. Any of them would be stupid not to choose you,” he continued, still not looking her way. “You are the best, Xi.”

Her brows narrowed and her lip curled in amusement. “But I do not want just any of them,” she replied, playing along with his sudden aversion.

“Oh? You have someone in mind then?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about him.”

“Well for one thing, he can be terribly annoying when he’s ready,” she sassed.

She gained a tiny smile at that, from him.

“But, the man I speak of has also shown me so much. Before him I did not know what good was. He is the best man I know. He makes me feel safe and loved. Cherished- as if I am the center of his universe.”

Her speech had turned to a near whisper now. “Just being near him makes me feel incredibly happy.”

Neteyam swallowed, glancing at her for a fleeting moment. “He sounds pretty great,” he rasped earnestly.

“The greatest,” she replied.

He stopped their stroll and turned to face her. “Do you know where we are?”

Paying attention for the first time to their surroundings, Xilä scanned the area, freezing when she noticed a familiar thick wall of vines just up ahead.

He was already looking down at her by the time she turned back to him- his eyes tracing her face like she was doing before, trying to gauge her reaction.

“I thought it'd be the perfect place for us to-” He reached out to twirl a lock of her hair. “Xi, we don’t have-”

She cut him off by pressing her fingertips to his lips, already knowing where he was going with his speech. “Have you changed your mind?” she asked.

His brows narrowed, and he gently pulled her wrist away. “No…..have you?”

“No,” she replied just as quickly.

Pulling her in for an intimate hug, he whispered against her neck. “You are the center of my universe.....Are you sure, Xi?”

She pushed him back to see his face, cupping his cheek so that he'd look at her.

The encouraging smile and shy nod of silent confirmation she gave him was all he needed.

Kissing her palm sweetly, he linked their fingers once more and led them to continue their stroll, until they crossed through the wall of vines and entered niwan loreyu.

SCREAMS.

Okay so please don't hate me, but I unfortunately had to cut it short there. I was originally planning for you know what to be in this part but it was turning out to be too long...Ughh. *Hides*

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Anywhoo. What do we think. I'm so nervous about this part honestly. IDK why lol.

Our girl passed her rites though!!!

And we had some much needed fluff and a little peak of possessive Teyam.

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