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theblueflower05 · 1 year

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The Sweetest Sylaung

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

Word Count: 6k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was in your blood.

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

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

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

“Sorry, cu-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I mean, what else is there to do?

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

He’s talking about Trevino and Eital’i.

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

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

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

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

Which it kind of is.

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

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

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

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

You’d heard about interspecies hookups.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tell her of the fact, often.

Kiri tells you to stop projecting.

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the hope of seeing you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks tortured. Tired. Run a little ragged.

Beautiful.

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

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

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

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

“Don’t” you whisper “Please don’t”

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

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

And you could, a few weeks or so ago.

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

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

“Of course I did”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He makes you so easy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

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

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

“I’m serious. Tell me you want it-”

“Neteyam! Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, Norm had definitely interrupted something.

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

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

———

You dont know that though-

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

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

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

What if he told Neytiri?

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

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

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

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

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

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

The line goes silent, quiet for minutes on end.

“Y/N?”

You’re so stupid. “What time?”

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where to, yawntutsyìp?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, eager. “I promise, Neteyam”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He doubles down and you’re a goner.

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

Which reminds you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who said I’m done?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both gasp sharply as his tip breaches you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please” you wail instead “please”

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

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

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

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

You’re so in love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minds his own business.

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

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

#neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #avatar neteyam #aged up neteyam #neteyam x you #avatar smut

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Titan Modern AU- Prologue

Summary: Meredith is called into her commanding officer's office to explain what the hells happened the day before. She complies and gives a full oral report.

Words: 1,385

Tags: @druidx, @sparrow-orion-writes @warriorbookworm, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds, @philosophika, @the-down-upside-finch, @hippiewrites

Warnings: Mentions of fictional politics, violence, guns, bombs.

Notes: quick worldbuilding note, the Clan name is used in formal settings and when you're in Trouble. Most people of Fangthane use their given name instead. Also, the ranks are a bit of a mixture of the RCMP and RMP(UK)

“Ironforge!”

The voice bellowing from the office at the back of the station was enough to make several officers clap their hands over their ears. The Sergeant Major was pissed. More than usual.

A short, stocky woman looked up from her paperwork, wincing. She slowly stood, tucking a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear,

“Aye, sir?”

“Office! Now!” snapped the reply as the rotund, middle-aged man stormed back into the office, leaving the door open. Several officers, of varying ranks, immediately began avoiding the gaze of their colleague as she marched stiffly between the desks and piles of paperwork. She grimaced as she heard the whispers trailing behind her,

“What the fuck did she do?”

“Got the front of the Houses of Parliament blown up apparently.”

“Moradin’s beard! you reckon they’re gonna –?”

Meredith ignored them, keeping her face as neutral as possible as she approached the door of her commanding officer’s office. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her and stood at complete attention, her hat held firmly in her hand at her side. She said nothing as she watched Sergeant Major Ragnarsson glare at her from behind his desk.

“D’ye mind telling me what in all the hells happened at the Houses of Parliament yesterday?!” he snapped, pulling open the top drawer of his desk and lifting out a large bottle of cheap whisky.

Meredith cleared her throat, looking over the older man’s shoulder, not daring to move as she replied,

“Sir, my team and I were chasing down the suspects of the Sonefort murder case as they attempted to flee. The suspects fled towards the Houses of Parliament, shot the guards on duty and continued to flee into the cellars, whereupon they shot more of the security on duty at the time. We were simply attempting to apprehend them when we became aware that the cellars directly under the Royal Court had been rigged with explosives.” she explained.

Ragnarsson heaved a sigh, pouring out a generous shot of whisky into the glass on his desk,

“So why didn’t you call in the bomb squad, Gruksdottir?” he asked plaintively, “You know the standard operating procedure is to do so.”

Meredith simply switched her gaze from the poster on the wall behind the Sergeant Major to his face instead,

“We didn’t have time, sir. The suspects running into the room set the timer going,which was set for less than five minutes. I had to act in the best interests of both my team and the people still in the building, sir.”

“Then why not simply evacuate?”

“Because the suspects we had been trying to apprehend were taken hostage by the individuals who had set the explosives, sir. It seems that, while they had previously been allied, those that had been setting up the explosives were a bit peeved at their friends bringing the Guardian Corps back with them.”

“Is it possible that they were also ‘a bit peeved’ at their friends setting off the timer for the explosives, Gruksdottir?” Ragnarsson sighed, running a hand down his face.

Meredith returned her gaze to the poster behind him,

“That is indeed, also a possibility, sir.” she agreed. Ragnarsson clucked his tongue and picked up a manila folder, stuffed with papers. He opened it and regarded his constable with a flat expression.

“Your written report mentions that, while you did send Constables Gurrissdottir and Firiksson off to evacuate the site, you and Constable Kiruksson insisted on staying in the cellar to, and I quote, ‘do whatever it took to save as many lives as possible, including those of the suspects’.” He shook his head, “I take that to mean that this included encouraging Kiruksson to attempt to disarm the explosives?” he asked.

“He insisted on trying, sir. Kiruksson had recently received bomb disposal training and was confident that he could at least detach the primary bomb from the rest of the rigging.” Meredith replied, “I am fully aware that this was a break in protocol, and placed Kiruksson in what is deemed to be unnecessary peril. However, it was the best option we had at the time, sir. As established, there was no time to call in the bomb squad.”

Ragnarrson’s face fell into a deep scowl. He threw the folder onto the desk,

“‘Deemed to be’?!” he roared. The Sergeant Major stood, slamming both hands on his desk, “Both you and Kiruksson are extremely lucky, or Blessed by Moradin Himself, that he was not killed when the bomb went off in the lobby!” The older man straightened his back, sucked in a breath and placed his hands behind his back,

“Now, as the commanding officer of the squad in question, I’m sure you’re more than aware that you are being held entirely responsible for this debacle?”

Meredith only slightly nodded her head, and stood even more at attention than before,

“Aye, sir.” she stated firmly. Ragnarsson shook his head,

“You’re very lucky that the Field Marshal likes you as much as he does.” he sighed, “There were plenty of calls to have you stripped of rank and kicked out of the SGC altogether.” he paused a moment, watching for Meredith’s reaction. When he received none, he carried on,

“As it is, due to your previously impeccable record, Field Marshal Vanskleig was able to twist some arms and merely get you demoted back down to the bottom tier and a field transfer out of Fangthane until things simmer down.” That got more of a reaction. Meredith didn’t move, but she did set her jaw, though she continued staring at the poster instead of at her Sergeant Major,

“Aye, sir. Where am I being transferred to, sir?” she asked, somehow managing to keep her voice level. Ragnarsson grimaced,

“The consulate office in Toreguarde.” he replied, “Apparently Lieutenant Starhammer needs more officers and the Field Marshal offered to send you. Something about only needing one good officer instead of five or six freshly-graduated cadets.” The Sergeant Major relaxed a little and placed another tumblr on his desk, pouring out another shot into it,

“You can stand at ease now, Constable.” he sighed, picking up his glass and downing the whisky in it. Meredith slowly allowed her posture to relax a little, finally looking at her commanding officer,

“Permission to speak, sir?” she asked. Ragnarsson waved a hand as he sat back down in his seat,

“Granted, you may be as candid as you wish, Gruksdottir.” he sighed. Meredith nodded and allowed herself to relax entirely. She twisted her Shanter nervously in her hands,

“Toreguarde, sir? I understand a transfer is necessary but why not to Firetop, or even Stonebridge?” she asked. Ragnarsson shrugged,

“Field Marshal Vanskleig seems to be of the opinion that it will be good for you.” he said, “Something about your talents being wasted in areas of the Kingdom that are already adequately staffed.”

Meredith groaned, walked over to the desk, picked up the tumblr and downed the whisky in it, grimacing at the afterburn in her throat,

“How soon do I need to leave?” she asked, already dreading the answer. Ragnarsson poured out some more whisky as soon as she placed the tumblr back on the table,

“By tomorrow evening. There are a few Members of Parliament and Lords and Ladies of the House that are very upset that you’ve not been brought up on charges yourself, so it seems wise to send you off sooner rather than later.” he leaned back in his seat as Meredith downed the new shot,

“I’ll be honest, I’m sad to lose such a fine officer, but politics is as politics does. We’ll get a message sent to Khull to inform Forhoksson of what’s happened as soon as I can manage it.”

“Thank you, sir.” Meredith sighed. She shook her head, “Permission to leave, sir? I need to inform my family and get packed.”

“Permission granted, Constable. I hope we can work with one another again at some point soon. Just keep your head down and nose clean, aye?”

Meredith stood briefly to attention, saluted the older man, waited for his return salute, then turned and walked out of the office. Ragnarsson watched her leave, then, as soon as the door closed behind her, poured out a full glass of the whisky with a grumble.

#aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy au #modern au #meredith gruksdottir #jotunn ragnarsson #kargun vanskleig #fictional politics #shooting tw #bombs tw

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dragonofthedepths · 2 years

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Here have some stuff I was writing today

“Versions?”

“The Sullivan in their world is apparently just the evil version of me from the next universe over. So yes! Versions!”

Delkira turned around, apparently intending to walk out the door, and smacked face-first into the wall a couple feet next to it after only a few steps. He stumbled slightly, shook himself off, and took a couple steps back to try it again. This time, before he could hit the wall it abruptly turned itself into a door, swinging open to allow him access and vanishing back into the wall once again as soon as he was through.

“Wait wait wait.” Orias wanted to talk about a comment that had gotten glossed over and a little lost somewhere between ‘Sabro is training in a different universe to wield powers only equated in our world by Delkira’s abilities as Demon King’ and ‘talking to THE Delkira himself’. He turned to Irumanic. “What did you mean when you said Delkira immediately re-possessed your ring?”

“I did tell Opera and Ji-chan about him and they didn’t believe me, and I think I can be excused being too preoccupied with the small black spirit living in my ring to think about spelling his name backwards!”

Next to Kalego Iruma frowned suddenly before beginning to sound something out.

“A-RI-KLED, DEL-KIR-A, What the—“

Truly, despite the context of this conversation, the last thing Kalego had expected at that moment was for a small one-eyed demon to spring from Iruma’s ring before he could finish his sentence, and bundle him away through a... suddenly appearing door in the wall, faster then Kalego (or Sullivan for that matter) could blink or react.

“Delkira?” The Demon King was bent over a desk, giggling manically with a far-too-wide smile on his face. “What’s wro—“

“CAFFEINE!” Delkira’s shout was accompanied by him banging both fists on the table and his smile stretching just that much bit wider.

Kalego carefully closed the door as the Demon King erupted into even more manic giggles.

Day (502/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project Alright now I have to figure out where I put all the daily writings that I wasn’t posting during my little crafting frenzy.

#Mairimashita! Iruma-kun #Suzuki Iruma #Mairuma #Delkira #Naberius Kalego #Lord Sullivan #Orias Oswell #Ari-san #scribblings from the deep #∞daysofwriting #fix tags later

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lordofcrowns · 4 years

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For the description ask meme: Seated behind an imperious, cherry desk, he watches the door. One good, gilded eye glitters like sunken gold in the deep shadows of the office. His hair cascades down his back, all an azure sea-foam tone over a snow-white coat. It's gold trim and epaulets glint in the low, dim light. His sharp, angular face only relaxes after minutes of waiting to be certain he is alone. Then with almost ceremonial motions, he takes a black cigarette from his coat and lights it.

Thank you for the ask, @vavara-kir-vara! 🌹

[ How would you describe my muse in a book? ]

#slAPS DESK I LOVE IT #hhhhhh the gold descriptions #you made the epaulets and trim tie in his eye yeLLS #I am blessed this is beautiful puts it on my fridge #thank you so much for the ask!#tries not to yell all over the actual ask and take away from the writing so #I gently do it in tags #is that better? don't know I'm sticking to it though #asks #ooc asks #asks about cyril #vavara-kir-vara #okay I thought I was done yelling but I'm not -#I love the mannerism of him waiting to be sure he's alone and relaxing just AAAAA #okay I'm good....

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mayxxday · 2 years

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Get used to it - Bakugou Katski (part II)

“How could things possibly go bad?”

That was Kirishima’s reasoning, pushing the blonde to make a move on his crush to make them notice the boy more. And the answer to that question was given in this situation.

When Katsuki sat the boys together with the warning of ‘blasting their faces off’ if they laughed, he expected a few things including the boys’ jaws dropping to the floor, laughing and forcing him to do things he probably wouldn’t want to do.

“Is this a prank?” Denki said, looking as if waiting for someone to jump out with a camera,

“You- you’re blushing, Kiri hold me I’m seeing things”

“S-shut up, dunce face. I’ll throw you off this building if anyone hears anything about this,”

Kirishima looked like he was ready to shed a tear. Denki ran out of the room to grab all his shoujo manga. Dumping them on Katsuki,

“Read them all,”

Sero, in all the chaos, ripped a page from Kiri’s notepad, writing at a speed which he never thought he could have. Kiri, soon joining onto, as they started scribbling random words on the page.

“Chocolates. Everybody loves chocolate,” Kir said, nudging Sero,

“I do too,” Denki jumped up, from bothering Katsuki with his manga.

“What are you dumbasses doing?” Katsuki said intrigued,

“List of things you could do to impress them,” Sero said as if stating the obvious, eyes never leaving the page.

By the time, Katsuki returned to his room, it was way past his ‘bedtime’, hands full with Denki’s mangas, the list crumpled in one of his palms, phone buzzing in his pocket with the songs and playlist Sero kept sending. Sighing, he thought to himself,

“The things you are making me do,”

Blushing silently, at the thought. He giddily made his way to this bed. Toes wiggling under his blanket as he snuggled deeper into his bed. Tossing, turning, kicking his blanket way, too flustered to go to sleep. That night, he barely slept, happily so.

Spending the week, secretly reading the mangas Denki lent him, which he swore up and down not to read, playing the playlist full of sappy love songs while in bed, adding his own ideas to the badly written list. Never missing the sight of his crush entering the room, blushing as if on a queue to their smile, paying attention to their little habits and choices. And of course the daily meetings in Kiri’s room about his crush, it was embarrassing but Katsuki couldn’t help the warmth that filled him knowing his friends wanted this for him as much as he did.

Katsuki has been tending to this crush from months now until coming out to his friends, so of course, he thought it was better like this. The inevitably nudging on his friends when whenever his crush came close, the knowingly smirks, and the teasing, was all silently welcomed, making him feel like the main character of some shoujo manga, one that probably sat on his desk, pages flipping with the wind that entered his dorm.

So, the last meeting of the boys, ending in the boys finally convincing Katsuki to do something more than just the staring.

“How could things possibly go bad?” Kirishima said, patting the blonde, who huffed in agreement.

When Katsuki bought the pocky sticks of his crush’s favorite flavor, the same sentence rang in his head. Content with his choice, Katsuki sat in the class waiting for his crush. Out of all the days they could be late, it had to be today. Entering the class moments before Aizawa's entry. Forcing the blonde to be in his seat.

However, Katsuki’s eagerness to give the little snack to his gift, left him passing the snack to Kirishima beside him, pointing in his crushing direction with his eyes. Kiri’s excited smile was blinding as he passed the snack to Sero who sat behind him, watching the interaction between the boys, knowingly passing it to Denki. Katsuki’s leg bounced up and down, eyes watching the snack be passed around to reach its receiver, his crush.

“They looked pretty, even with their hair messy,” he thought.

Denki happily passed the snack to Mineta pointing at Katsuki’s crush, you. Mineta turned to pass the snack oblivious, making your eyes widen.

“Like hell am I, taking anything from this little pervert,” you thought.

Glaring the said pervert, you pushed the snack back into his hands. Huffing angrily, before turning your head away.

Katsuki was shocked, eyes open wide, seeing you reject the snack he bought for you. The warmth in his chest fading into a dulling ache, his legs stopped bouncing as the red from his cheeks drained them colorless. The waiting eyes, returning their attention to his teacher, who had passed on his duties to Momo for the day and now slept in his sleeping bag. His friends were just as discouraged watching the scene unfold with sagged shoulders. Kiri’s eyes sadly scanned his best friend, who crouched over his desk.

Katsuki watched seething in anger, as Mineta happily munched on the snack that wasn’t meant for him. The group of boys trying to calm the human furnace among them.

“The nerve of that pervert, did he really think anyone would accept anything from that pervert. He can only wish.” Mina angrily grumbled while placing her lunch tray on the table, making all the boys’ heads shoot up.

“What the fuck, did you just say?” Katsuki said, words rushing out of his mouth, before he could think,

“Didn’t you notice what happened in Aizawa’s lecture?” Mina asked, focusing on her food,

Epiphany washing over the boys, realizing that you probably just rejected the snack believing it was Mineta who gave you that. Denki and Sero cracked up into an obnoxious booming laughter, as Kiri pat Katsuki’s back, as the previously sulky boy took into all that just went down.

“I know right, Mineta can only wish someone would like him,” Mina said, to the laughing boys.

Katsuki looked up seeing you sit beside him, a pout on your lips.

“It was my favorite snack, and I missed breakfast too, I would have really loved it you know, but it was Mineta so..” You sighed, glancing at the boys.

“I’ll buy some after school, stop whining, smidge” Katsuki said nonchalantly, pushing your food towards you, meaning for you to eat. Cheeks full with food, you turned to the boy, happily slurring,

“You will?”

“Yeah, now shut your damn mouth while eating, will you?” Katsuki said, wiping your messy fingertips for you, never looking at your eyes. Seeing the both of you blush, your hand lingering in Katsuki’s for a beat too long, Kirishima thinks he could get used to this Katsuki. Warmth returns to Katsuki’s heart, silent humming in his chest, lips twitching to reach his cheeks. In his room, his borrowed manga, the fluttering pages stop on a page with the illustration of two hands with fingers tangled into each other, fitting perfectly to complete each other.

Third part?? let me know. Also the taglist is open, if you wanna be tagged for the next part. Byee, have a great day 💕💕

First part : Get used to it

Second part: Get used to it

Taglist: @carpediem1219 @jacimari @i-love-stamps-blog @amatamajiki @codename-hiraeth @sammythesussymango

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sarahjkl82-blog · 3 years

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Artistic Instinct: Chapter 3

Header thanks to the lovely @yespolkadotkitty

Summary: Marcus Pike and OC Anushka Pierce have been selected to work on a 5 eyes (Australia, Canada, NZ, the UK and US) intelligence team to track down art forgeries as a part of taking down an international white terrorism cell. Marcus is trying to escape his broken heart, Anushka is just trying to escape what the world expects of her.

Word count: 3,200

Warnings: Language.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x reader (OC)

This comes with a MASSIVE THANK YOU to the lovely @yespolkadotkitty , who read, re-read, pointed out the constant flipping between tenses and gave me the confidence to try to write something!This is the first thing I have written since angsty poetry as a teenager. Apologies if it is shit! If an artist falls in love with you, you will live forever.

Genereux Philip

Chapter 3

Two years earlier

After a year’s secondment to Interpol at Stephen’s request, you and Jasper Kelly had settled into life in Lyon. Whereas in London, you’d had to hide your relationship, here you were freer to live together and not need to keep up appearances. You had just taken the ancient funicular railway up the steeply sloping hill with Jasper, having enjoyed a glass or two of kir royale from one of the many cafés of Vieux Lyon, the warmth from the alcohol heating your belly and the bite of the blackcurrant still sweet on your lips. Your fingers interlaced with his, without having to care that you might be seen as he stroked lazy circles on the back of your hand absentmindedly as the car was hauled up the hill by the thick wires.

Looking out across the city, resting on the white balustrades in the shadows of Fourvière, the view took your breath away. It didn’t matter how many times you saw it, it consistently changed depending on the light, the weather and your mood. Those typically French rooftops softly peaking, reaching for miles around you as the Rhône and Saône snaked lazily around the centre, cradling the rabbit warren of a city in its arms. The warmth from Jasper’s arm had disappeared from your waist, with you barely registering its absence. When you finally clocked that his hand had abandoned your side, you turned to find him holding a small box in his hand.

“Please don’t do this, Jas. You know we can’t,” you pleaded quietly, a cold wave of anxiety rushing through your body.

“Nush, will you marry me?” Jasper Kelly’s eyes locked onto yours, a man determined to make you his. He’d had enough of your belief that you couldn’t make your relationship official. That Mi5 would have your guts for garters and you’d never be allowed to work together again. Now, he wanted to make it truly official. By the laws of the land official and you were still pushing him away.

“I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life stroking your hair on the sofa, curling around you in bed and kissing your forehead whilst you’re reading.”

“You can do all of that now. You do that all now. You don’t need to marry me to continue to do that. Please, Jas. We’ve been through this. I don’t know how many more times I need to explain this to you or if there even is another way of explaining it.” you fretted anxiously as a lump gathered in your throat.

Your heart then shattered when you saw Jasper’s head drop with grief. You didn’t want to hurt him. The thought of doing it was completely abhorrent but how could you explain this to anyone? How could you be someone’s fiancé when the two of you could only exist in fleeting moments whenever and wherever you couldn’t be seen? You’d been partnered with Jasper from your first day in Stephens’ office as a rookie when your heart was slightly less guarded than now and whilst you’d worked together for close to fifteen years, you’d spent just over a decade hiding any sign that there was anything more than a professional partnership. You’d never met each other’s families as anything other than colleagues for fear of admonishment and relocations or worse through work. It was all an imperfect game of hide and seek.

Hephzi, the woman with whom you trusted your deepest darkest secrets, had no idea that you’d had anything more than a professional relationship. Your mum had positively gushed over him and even said in front of Jasper, what a good husband he’d make, looking pointedly at you. Stephens had muttered something to Jasper once that he wondered whether the pair of you were anything more- Jasper convinced you that he’d made it sound light and easy. Nothing that would ever infringe on your ability to work together.

However, Andy had spotted how steady everything was in Sainsburys when the three of you were picking up beers together after a late night working session. Jasper had unthinkingly swept the mass of hair off your back and kissed you tenderly on the point where your neck and shoulder met as you were waiting to pay and the way you’d leant back into his touch, a calmness and love radiating through your face told him everything. He was the only one who had any visual evidence that this wasn’t just someone to crawl into bed and take your frustrations out by grinding together until the world ceased to exist as anything other than short term sensations. No, this was tender. This was long term. These were two people who just worked in every sense of the word. You hadn’t even realised that Andy had any sort of idea until after Jasper had died- that he’d kept the knowledge of that moment to himself, never mentioning a word.

“I can’t keep living my life like this, Nush. I want to be able to live normally. Not constantly in the shadows as you think we have to be.” Jasper pleaded, “I want you to meet my mum as my girlfriend, my fiancée, my wife. Not as my bloody work colleague. Life doesn’t begin and end at work.”

“I don’t expect you to have kids. I don’t expect you to ever step down from the work that I know you live for. I just want us to be a team in every aspect, everywhere. Not covertly. Constantly hiding in the darkness to be able to sneak a moment here and there,”Jasper pleaded with you, trying to catch your eye.

You closed your eyes tightly, wishing that you could be million miles away from there, “If that is what you want, I can’t give you that, Jas.” You struggled to hold back the tears as you mumbled, “You deserve for all of your dreams to come true and to have the life that you imagine but the one you’ve described isn’t a future I can be a part of.”

“For one thing, I... I know kids are a big thing for you and I can’t make you give up on that dream to be a dad.You know that work will always be my baby and a huge part of our work is being untraceable- we make this official, have a family and we instantly put each other and any maybe babies at risk of being hurt by unscrupulous characters.”

You’d stood there, shoulder to shoulder with Jasper in silence. The city was no longer in focus as your eyes spilled hot, salty tears. Everything hurt. Everything ached.

“What are we going to do, Jas?” You turned to face him with your tear streaked face and trembling chin, “Where do we go from here?

“I’m not sure,” Jasper whispered, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, “I just want to hold you and never let go and pretend that you said yes, or pretend that this never happened so that we can go on going through the motions that this is what we both want.”

Jasper used his thumb to wipe the tears away from your cheeks, staring deeply into your eyes.

“You are right though,” he added, his jaw tensed. “I want all of you to myself, Nush. The thought of returning to London and having to hide again makes me feel sick to my stomach. I’m too old and exhausted to keep playing these games. We need to make a decision before we head back to the UK.”

You stumbled past him, the uneven ground carving into the thin soles of your pumps as tears stung your eyes. There was a small road with barely any pavement winding its way down the hill that your feet followed, not knowing where it would lead but your mind was elsewhere as the wind blew in your face, and a desperate sobbing carried on the breeze behind you.

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Walking across the airport concourse, you scan the area for the man you’d only met less than twelve hours earlier. Initially, you are searching for someone who fills a sharply tailored suit perfectly but then it clicks. The meeting isn’t until tomorrow morning- he, like you, has probably run home to grab a change of clothes and a carry on bag. Bollocks! Perhaps you should have accepted a lift to the airport from him. Surely, he can’t look that different? As you head closer to the EasyJet desk, scanning the airport crowds left and right for a handsome, middle-aged man, you finally clock him. He’s slightly leaning against a wall reading a paperback, concentrating on the text with his dark eyebrows furrowed and pinching his plump bottom lip between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger. How the fuck does someone still look so neat even in just jeans and a hoodie? A genuine smile crosses Marcus’ face, the lines around his eyes crinkling deeply, as he spots you walking towards him.

“Hey! Sorry this was so last minute- I received the email about this meeting whilst you were in the bathroom sorting the burn on your hand. How is it doing?” he enquires passing you your ticket.

Pouting as you examine the back of your hand, “I don’t think it quite requires an amputation at the neck yet, Sir.”

Marcus scrunches his nose up with the chuckle he releases at your terrible joke, his dimple flashing in his cheek. You can’t help but relax your face into a slight smile.

“We need to create a mandate that no one calls me Sir in our office. Makes me feel old,” Marcus jokingly grumbles.

“I’m not saying a word,” you say as you swing your rucksack over your shoulder, heading towards check in.

Marcus’ eyes widened with a mock hurt expression, “Hey, low blow. You’re not that much younger than me!” He grumbles, “Way to kick a man when he’s down!”

With those words, you turn back from the desk with a wink and a small grin that make Marcus’ heart flutter.

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Despite the quick hop over from Stansted to Lyon, Marcus had made sure that you’d got seats with extra legroom. “Are you always this thoughtful, or just trying to make a good impression?” You almost said trying to get into your knickers but managed to maintain appropriateness bearing in mind that this poor man had been your boss for barely a day.

“I aim to not be a dick as much as possible,” Marcus counters. “Listen. You went a bit pale when I invited you to come with me today. It must be really strange having a new boss after so much time with Stephens. I hope you didn’t feel that I forced you into coming- I would hate for you to feel uncomfortable around me.”

Your face drops a little and you shake your head slightly, “It wasn’t that, Sir, I mean Agent Pike-”

“You can call me Marcus. I’m not keen on those formalities - and we’re on our own time now, although we’re travelling for work!” He huffs and chuckles, watching for your response.

“What about Sir Agent Marcus Pike? That work?” you tease mercilessly, your eyebrow arched and barely glancing at him as you flick through your iPad at the agenda for the next day’s meeting.

“Yeah, that works. My Mom would be delighted for me to be a Knight! Put me in your phone as that,” Marcus plays along, enjoying the friendly banter that seemed to have built between you. “Anyway, I interrupted you- what were you about to say?”

“I didn’t feel forced, Marcus. We may have known each other for less than half a day but please understand that I would have told you in no uncertain terms that I would be uncomfortable travelling with you had it been the case,” you firmly state looking directly in those hypnotic chocolate brown eyes. Marcus gazes straight back entranced, softening his gaze, feeling astounded that you were focussed on him.

“Do you want to talk about the real reason then?” Marcus gently pries, “I mean, there’s no way anyone gets to our age without ghosts or baggage, and a problem sha-“

“No.” Despite Marcus guarding his feelings well, you can see that he’s surprised by the sharpness of your tone. Marcus unconsciously folds his arms across his chest and a wave of guilt floods your mind as you know that it’s a defensive move, protecting himself against you.

“Where are we staying when we get there?” you try changing the subject and softening your tone even though a bitter metallic taste was stinging the back of your throat.

You watch Marcus awkwardly fumbling in his pocket that was restricted by the seat, searching for his phone “Uh, I think it’s the Mercure Lyon Centre Beaux-Arts- it was booked earlier by Andy. We’ve got separate rooms but they’re next to each other- I hope you don’t mind the proximity?”

You shake your head, trying to stay quiet, wanting to avoid upsetting or irritating your new boss any further.

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Marcus rolls his bag into his room after wishing you a goodnight at the door to your room. He hangs his shirt in the cupboard, and grabs his grooming bag, walking into the bathroom with the intention of a long, hot shower.

His mind is spinning with thoughts of you. Something about you intrigues him. He wants to know everything and yet you veer wildly between a cool, hard nosed professional and this warm, gently-teasing ray of sunshine. He feels like every conversation he holds with you, he manages to take a couple of steps forward and then roughly a thousand back.

Between the stilted conversations and the colour your face had turned in that earlier meeting, he is genuinely worried about how your relationship will eventually pan out. Will you always hold him at arm's length? Would he be ever entrusted to Andy levels of closeness? Marcus rubs the furrows in his brow as thoughts of you zip around unrestrainedly.

You had been put forward as being unparalleled in your knowledge of art, forgers techniques and a multi linguist to boot and whilst your intelligence was obvious, would you ever let him get any closer? Andy was so obviously fond of you and had sung your praises from the rooftops - but there was something you were hiding.

Stripping down to his pants, he turns on the shower, relishing the pressure of the jet on his wrist as the water rushes out. Marcus sheds himself of his underwear and steps under the torrent of gloriously warm water.

Allowing it to cascade over him, he stands there, permitting the water to rinse him free of everything. Apart from you. As he shut his eyes, all he can see is the shine of your dark hair and those almond-shaped eyes of yours. He’s known you for less than half a day and it was as if you had already tattooed a permanent image of yourself in his brain. Squeezing a blob of shampoo out into his hand, he brings it into his dripping wet curls, massaging the liquid through his dark roots.

Of course this would be the moment that a knock sounded sharply at his door. Quickly rinsing the suds from his hair, he grabs the available bath sheet, wrapping it tightly around his waist before walking to the hotel room door. In the seemingly short seconds of his jumping out of the shower, his visitor has disappeared from the hallway. Just as Marcus cranes his neck to squint a little further down the hall, a buzz comes from his phone, alerting him to a message.

Sorry- knocked, then heard the shower. Gone to find food- let me know if you don’t like or are allergic to anything. Be back in five or tell me to piss off if you don’t want anything, Nush x

Your name lit up the screen. With a kiss at the end. Exhaling a deep sigh and shutting his eyes tightly, Marcus doesn’t think he could ever tell you to go away.

Surprise me, M

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A little more than five minutes later, you turn up at Marcus’ door holding a bag stuffed with a selection of saucisson sec, Brie de meaux, cornichons, artichokes and a couple of sticks of pain de campagne. Your rucksack clinks suspiciously with a couple of bottles of Côte de Rhône, which makes Marcus’s eyes light up.

“That was a quick recce! Good choices here though!” He remarks, impressed with your finds as he takes the bags from you.

“I know Lyon well. Was seconded here for a while with Interpol’s art crime department.” you offer with an anxious sideways look at Marcus as you break off a hunk of bread, hollowing out the soft centre and shovelling it into your starving mouth.

Please don’t pry. Please don’t pry. Please don’t pry.

You see a gentle acknowledgment from the other agent’s eyes. Now knowing better than to press you further, Marcus instead grabs his iPad, “Wanna watch a film?”

“Sure, what’ve you got?” You ask absentmindedly when really you’re far more concerned about filling your growling stomach, “Actually scratch that, you choose. You’re the head of an art crime department, your taste can’t be that terrible.”

“Hah! Do you treat all your co-workers so nicely, or am I just special??” Marcus teases whilst enjoying the ease that seems to have developed with the appearance of the food, “So, Sharknado 3, then?”

“Ah, my favourite of the trilogy!” You play along as Marcus’ beautifully deep chuckle reaches your ears.

Marcus and you settle on either end of the sofa, the food spread between you on the coffee table and the water glasses filled with wine. The iPad set between the two of you plays Roman Holiday and whilst you both initially rave about the level of beauty from Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck, you both fall into a calm, comfortable silence, absorbed by the romantic comedy. Every now and then, you feel a soft pair of eyes on you, which you occasionally catch to send small lopsided smiles back.

As Ann walks away from Joe reluctantly on the screen and Joe lingers after her departure, you stretch and gaze around the room. Your eyes fall upon a broad chest that is steadily rising and falling and your ears prick at soft snores as Marcus breathes in. Knees cracking as you rise from the couch, you shake each leg out and stretch slowly with a small squeak as your joints finally decide to be in a position to move again. Moving quietly over to the bed, you grab the quilt and lug it to the sofa, pulling the covers over Marcus’ peacefully sleeping frame.

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As the door softly clicks shut, and slightly disturbs his rest with a cool breeze that carries the smallest hint of your perfume, Marcus could have sworn that you’d kissed your fingers then touched it to his brow. The soft brush of your fingertips a gentle memory on the creases of his forehead.

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The Kiss of Death: Chapter 6

~~~VI~~~

When the Lilium had approached the ports of Norcht, it was disguised as a Ukaidian tourist ship so they were able to stop without any trouble.

However, since there were still many Ukaidian knights wandering the streets, Rhamina decided to wear her enchanted mask to avoid any trouble.

“You ready to go?” Assad asked as he walked into his shared quarters to see the teen folding a piece of paper.

“Yeah, once sec,” she replied, finishing her work to reveal a paper crane in her hands, “Just need to tell them where to find me.”

As the pair walked onto the main deck, Rhamina whispered to the paper bird before it began flapping its wings and fluttered off into the port city.

“Have you ever been to Norcht?” Assad asked as they walked through a large street market.

“Nope, I’ve just been in Ukaidia for the past eight years,” Rhamina replied as she stopped at a stall with various crystals, “It was very beautiful there, though. At least, the places that had people that just pay no attention to me.”

“Holy shit!” she squealed, running off to a stall selling plush toys, “These are so fucking cute!”

The teen was currently holding a plush fox pillow with a childlike glow on her face with her eyes wide, pupils dilated, large smile, and if her fox tails were present, then they’d surely be wagging in utter joy.

“It’s so squish!” she exclaimed as the inanimate fox was hugged to her face, “Oh my god!”

Assad stood off to the side with the stall keeper as the eighteen-year-old continued to gush over the plush toy.

“How much is it?” the pirate captain questioned as he turned to the old woman running the stall.

“Oh, just have it, that young lady looks far too happy for me to make you pay for it,” chuckled the woman, “You sure got lucky to find someone like her.”

“Yeah,” Assad replied with the ghost of a smile on his face, “I sure did.”

The rest of the day was spent with the pair just exploring the port city and avoiding suspicion of Ukaidian knights, which was not difficult in the slightest.

“This is honestly disappointing,” sighed Rhamina as the reboarded the disguised pirate ship, “The knights back at the capital were so dedicated but out here…”

“They’re slackers,” Assad finished as the ravenette sat on their bed, hugging the fox plush as her enchanted fabric was dangling around her neck.

“They keep their stronger forces close to home and send the weaker ones to other countries and kingdoms,” he explained as he sat down at his desk, glancing at the marked maps on the wall above it.

“That’s stupid but smart in a way,” Rhamina sighed as she let her back plop down onto the bed, “It’ll cause other powers to look down on them, but they would get an upper hand if any of said powers tried to attack.”

“Exactly.”

“Still an extremely petty move though,” the ravenette scoffed, “Almost like they’re setting a trap to bait others into starting a war.”

“That’s how it’s been since Armadeyus I came into power,” Assad replied before asking, “He was a cruel tyrant that only cared about conquering land and gaining power. He didn't care about what lives were lost or about who suffered.”

“That much hasn’t changed in his son and grandson,” huffed Rhamina as she looked over to see that her friend’s hands were clenched into tight fists, unspoken words surely plaguing his mind.

“Where exactly did you tell your friends to meet you?” the male sighed after taking a deep breath.

“Here,” she replied stretching out to hear a few cracks from her back, “at midnight. I want all of your crew members inside when this happens, They don’t know who I’ve been travelling with yet and I don’t want them starting any unnecessary fights breaking out because they think you kidnapped me or something.”

The male nodded as the ravenette proceeded to curl herself into a comfortable ball, her ears and tails revealing themselves.

She then proceeded to wrap herself in her tails with only her head sticking out of the cluster of fluff as she hugged her new fox plush close.

“That makes sense,” the male chuckled as he looked over to Rhamina as she prepared to take a nap.

When the female woke up, the sun had begun to set and when she checked the clock it was around six o’clock in the evening.

Assad wasn’t in the room, grabbing them dinner, she assumed before walking over to the desk to continue writing a new story she had started.

This time it took place in a universe similar to her own and was based on her life in the jungle.

No war took place, but some explorers managed to stumble across her people and that was the part she was on, wondering if and which character would be dying within the next few pages.

A knock at her door briefly interrupted her thinking before she said, “Come in, the door’s unlocked!”

The door opened to reveal Nessa, the woman who she would spend time with when Assad was gone or if she couldn’t find something to entertain herself with.

“Hey, kid!” she greeted with a large smile, walking over to the ravenette as the said teen’s pen danced across the pages of a journal provided to her, “What’s going on here?”

“I can't decide who should die,” Rhamina sighed, brushing some hair out of her face as she turned back to face the woman, “I need someone to die in order to move the plot forward.”

“Well, which character do you like the least?” the dark-skinned woman asked as she read the cursive over the teen’s shoulder.

“Kir, but I need him alive for a story arc in the future chapters,” explained the ravenette as she cracked her knuckles.

“You sure have a lot of things going on in that head of yours, don’t you?” Nessa chuckled, ruffling the teen’s hair, earning a slight whine from her.

“I got to have some sort of distraction from how much of a shit show my life has turned into,” Rhamina replied before she laid her head on the desk.

“You know,” she chuckled, “as a child I was always wishing for adventure, but now I kind of take that back.”

Sensing the dark undertones of the female’s statement, Nessa picked up the journal before asking, “How so you come up with these stories?”

“I just think, ‘What if this happened?’ and I write about it,” the ravenette replied simply with a shrug, her face still on the wood.

“That’s it?” the woman asked as she read through the very descriptive but ambiguous prologue of the teen’s most recent work.

“For the most part,” shrugged Rhamina ask she rose, letting her companion continue to read through her inked creation, “Once an idea pops into my head, following plots and subplots tend to come in as well.”

Nessa looked up from the book for a moment as she began to notice many parallels between the main character and the author.

“You should get this published when you finish it,” the blonde suggested, giving the journal back to the ravenette, “You’re really good with a pen.”

“Thanks, I noticed that too,” chuckled the teen as she set the journal down, resting a hand on the cover as a fond smile grace her, “I mean, when I was younger I was so bad at talking about my emotions, so I would resort to just writing letters because it was easier for me to write than speak.”

“I think I’ve gotten better at it thought,” she continued, looking up to Nessa, “Not perfect, but definitely better than before.”

“That’s good then,” Nessa commented, placing a hand on the ravenette’s shoulder, “You’re improving and that’s all that matters. If anyone says otherwise to you, bring them to me so I can beat the shit out of them.”

“Most definitely,” chuckled Rhamina; however, her chest tightened.

‘Not good enough.’

‘Shut the fuck up, I’m trying and I don’t need your negativity right now.’

‘You know I’m right thought.’

‘I said to shut up.’

By the time midnight rolled around, Rhamina stood by the ramp that connected the wooden pier to the main deck of the Lilium.

She wore a white blouse with a brown corset over it, black leggings, and a pair of black flats; all supplied by Nessa before she got some clothes of her own that morning.

Her enchanted mask was pulled over the lower half of her face once more so that wantering knights paid her no attention.

“Mina?” a familiar voice called from her right and the teen turned to see Kerstin, Sam, Tijarah, and Chloe.

Overwhelmed with pure joy, Rhamina ran over and lept at the four, just managing to fit them all in her arms.

Despite the fact the ravenette’s face was covered, the four could tell that this was their friend without any doubts whatsoever.

She didn’t even notice that her ears and tails had materialized until she felt the breeze from their wagging.

Quickly willing them to disappear, the teen backed up and said, “I’m so happy that you guys were able to make it out here!”

“Yeah, it wasn’t easy to do that, but come on,” kerstin said taking her older sister’s hand, “the others are waiting to see you too!”

“One second,” Rhamina spoke, pulling back slightly, “I need to tell someone that I’m going, otherwise he’s going to lose his shit.”

“He? He?! Hoot, hoot, hoot!” the shorter brunette exclaimed with a glare as she gripped tightly onto the ravenette’s arm.

“Relax, Owl, he’s a friend,” the teen chided as she pried the fifteen-year-old off of her arm, “They’re all trust worthy.”

With one last nod, Rhamina dashed back up the ramp and quickly opened the door to her shared room, startling Assad who was looking over documents at the desk.

“Hey, Imma go somewhere with my friends, be back later, bye!” she spoke quickly, not even letting him reply before running back out the door.

“Hey, wait!” he exclaimed, bolting up from his seat to follow, but as soon as he got out the door the female vaulted over the railing and landed easily on the pier before following after her friends who had taken off once she landed, all laughing as they went.

“Be careful, Prinsesa,” the male muttered as she gripped a letter in his hand with three words highlighted.

‘Ukaidian slave ships.’

Once they were far enough away, the girls slowed down to walk, their laughter ringing out among the other ships.

“Mina, what the fuck was that?” Sam asked as the laughing females struggled to catch their breaths.

“Listen,” the ravenette started, taking a deep breath as her heart only began to calm itself, “If I stayed to explain, then he would have wanted to come and i kind of want to do that after I explain everything.”

The girls went along with it as they led the eighteen-year-old to the complete other end of the pier where a lavish Ukaidian ship was anchored.

Things were going well until the two guards at the ramp refused to let them onto the ship.

“Who is she?” one asked looking at the teen who appeared as a blonde woman with bright blue eyes.

“A friend,” Kerstin spoke bluntly, “Now move unless you want me to start screaming again.”

“You know I can’t let any unidentified personnel on this ship, you brat,” hissed the same guard, glaring at the group of teens.

As the two glared at each other Rhamina snickered to herself, only able to imagine what they had done during the boat ride to warrant such a familiar challenge.

“Fine then,” spat the half-Lemurian as she opened her mouth to take a deep breath in.

“Okay! Okay, fine,” the second guard said, earning a jaw dropped glare from his partner, “just hurry up and get on before the captain comes out.”

“You can't just let them on!” the first guard hissed as the girls walked up the ramp, “Who knows who that wench is?”

“Give it a rest, Steven, I’m tired and i don’t want to deal with the noise complaints when the brat is screaming her head off again.”

As she was led inside the bright hallways of the commercial ship, Rhamina asked, “What have all of you done to terrorize those poor guards?”

“I’m sure you an guess,” Sam spoke with a smile on her face as the older teen leaned away with a look of disgust.

“Good to know you haven’t changed,” snorted Rhamina as she shoved the brunette’s face away from her own.

“The others should be right through here,” Tijarah said as they stopped in front of a pair of doors labeled ‘Dining Hall.’

Pulling the mask down, the ravenette wore a bright smile and burst through the doors proclaiming, “Guess who’s not dead?!”

At the sudden appearance of the female, certain teens burst up from their seats to tackle her in a large hug that sent her flying to the ground, while others needed a few moments to absorb what had just happened.

“Mina, oh, my god it’s really you!” a blonde female exclaimed as tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, “Fuck!”

Mostly younger members of the band were the ones that were piled on top of the female as she tried to process all of their words at once.

‘Y’all really missed me, didn’t you?’ she thought trying to offer all of them words of comfort when they mentioned the thoughts of her death.

“Aw, Glo, are you okay?” the teen asked as she craned her neck to see the younger boy in tears, “Why are you crying?”

“You were almost killed, Mina,” he spoke, wiping away his tears as he spoke, “that isn’t okay.”

“I’m sorry, Hun,” Rhamina replied with a frown as the group tightened their hold on her.

After the ravenette was let up from the ground, she was given some space and for once, all of the band members were completely silent.

“Why couldn’t you guys be this quiet at rehearsals?” Rhamina chuckled with a fond smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“Anyways,” she continued, scanning every single person in the room, “I honestly did not expect all of you to come. The next step of my plan was to get whoever came to Lemuria on the ship I came on, but there’s no room for all of you, so we’re stuck here until I can somehow get another ship.”

“That’s fine, Mina, you have time,” Sierra spoke holding a jello cup in one hand, “We’re supposed to be playing at the music festival tomorrow anyway, so Ukaidia won’t be suspicious if we take a few more days.”

“Hey, Mina, you should play with us at the festival!” Jamie exclaimed, earning a chorus of agreements from others.

“Yeah, you can still play your solo since we’re doing Second Suite,” Underwood added with a smile.

“I don’t have any of my instruments though,” Rhamina replied.

“Yes you do,” Joel spoke from his spot next to Sierra, “We thought you might want them back, so we brought your clarinet, flute, and trumpet with us.”

The ravenette blinked in surprise before saying, “Y’all are nuts.”

“So, what ship did you come here on?” Justin asked, earning looks from the others, “I doubt it was a Ukaidian ship.”

“Well, have y’all heard of the Lilium?” she started with a nervous smile as many gaped, wide-eyed at her.

“Mina, you did not use a pirate ship to get here!” Krystal exclaimed in disbelief as the ravenette giggled.

“Why wouldn’t she?” the Ukaidian male chuckled in his deep, throaty voice, “I mean, she is a fugitive, so why wouldn’t she have ties to an infamous pirate crew?”

This statement caused almost all of the individuals in the room to glare at him and if looks could kill, then the apathetic teen would be six feet under.

“Justin, too fucking soon, man,” a half-Lemurian teen, also named Justin, replied with a frown.

“Sounds bad, but he’s right,” Rhamina begrudgingly defended with a tense shrug, “because the captain of that ship is actually one of my only childhood friends from when I lived in Lemuria and has agreed to help me with my plan.”

“So what exactly is your plan?” Underwood asked, reaching back to keep her tightly curled hair held in place with a clip.

“Well, in all honesty, that all depends on what Armadeyus decides to do next,” the teen explained, “If he moves one way, then me dragging you out here was for nothing.”

“But, if he moves in the way I predict he will, then I need to start training up willing volunteers for battle again,” she continued, hopping up to sit on the edge of one of the tables.

“Things really are getting that bad, aren't they?” sighed Kerstin as she looked up at her older sister, “but don’t the islands have their own military forces? Why would you have to train them?”

“Before I answer that question, let me expose myself one more time,” the ravenette sighed as she crossed her ankles, “One more secret I’ve been keeping from all of you.”

“As some of you may know, Lemurians tend to have two names; their common name and their true name,” she explained before biting her lip, “My true name is Kitsami Verum Princeps Ibadora, the last remaining Guardian of the Gods’ Temple.”

The eyes of every Lemurian in the room widened in shock before they began dropping to their knees, one-by-one, to bow before the individual before them.

In Lemurian culture, Guardians of temples were held in a high regard, the highest being the Guardians of the Gods’ Temple on the island of Banal, a smaller island considered to be the most sacred of land.

After the war with Ukaidia, everyone was told that the Guardian known as Kitsami Verum Princeps Ibadora was killed and without a child, could not be reincarnated.

“Guys, don’t bow,” Rhamina whispered as she clutched at her pants, “I didn’t tell you this until now for a reason.”

“Okay, so you’re one of the most important people in our culture and your death was a complete lie,” the Lemurian Justin started, “What does that have to do with you training warriors?”

“See, Guardians are trained in a more… feral… style of combat compared to a traditional military and vastly different to how Ukaidian Knights and mages are trained today,” the ravenette explained once everyone lifted their heads, “It’s what gave us an edge all those years ago and from what I observed in the training of Royal Knights, will be even more effective now.”

It was silent as everyone absorbed what the eighteen-year-old had to say to them.

She was really planning on fighting an entire kingdom again, taking up her status as the highest ranked temple Guardian in the hierarchy and taking what she was taught to a new level.

Many of the members of band knew that the teen could easily switch between fun loving child and serious leader; however, this was a new side they hadn't seen yet and it almost scared them to see it in person.

There was still so much they didn’t know about her and this was revealed to them with her true name, but it also explained a lot about her current mannerisms as well.

By being born a Guardian, it was assumed that she lived under strict parenting which could be a factor in her heavy want to follow rules as well as her opposing force that wishes to destroy and create her own instead.

“Mina,” Chloe called, tugging on the female’s sleeve, “will you teach us?”

“No,” the eighteen-year-old spat with no hesitation whatsoever, “I want you all as far away from battle as possible, but that I’m not going to just force you all into hiding if you don’t want to, I’ll make sure you can at least protect yourselves if it ever comes down to it.”

“That’s why I’m taking every Lemurian here to Pugad on my island,” she continued, “That way you’ll have a solid line of defense.”

They conversed more and just began catching up until the sun began to rise, the sky brightening slightly through the windows.

“Shoot, he is literally going to kill me,” the ravenette hissed, pulling the mask back over her face once more, “Thanks guys, I’ll see you soon, love you!”

“Love you too, Mina!”

The teen practically sprinted to reach the other side of the pier, only stopping once she reached the Liliums side.

She was about to board the ship when out of the corner of her eyes she saw the sun peaking past the horizon.

She had never noticed how truly stunning it was until then, the sound of water and picturesque scenery capturing her heart once more.

“Doushite doushite suki nan darou, konna ni namida afureteru,” she sung, walking over to the edge of the walkway, “ano koro wa ushinau mono ga oosugite nani mo utaenakatta sukoshi hanareta basho soko ga watashi no ibasho datta.”

“Kimi no hitomi no oku ni ano hi samishisa wo mitsuketa futari niteru no kana?” she continued, dangling her legs off the edge once she sat down, “kizukeba itsu mo tonari ni ite kureta.”

“Doushite konna ni suki nan darou kimi no koe kanashii hodo hibiiteru yo,” the ravenette sang as she relished in the peaceful morning, “ima made nani ga sasae datta ka tooku hanarete wakatta yo.”

“Nakinagara sagashi tsuzuketa maigo no kodomo no you ni,” she continued, kicking her legs back and forth, “kedo soko ni wa eien nante aru wake nakute.”

“‘Dare mo shinjinakereba iin da yo’ tsubuyaita ne futari niteta no kana?” Rhamina’s voice drifted through the air, “ano toki kimi wo mamoru to kimeta no ni.”

“Doushite omoide ni dekinai n darou toosugite chikasugite todokanai yo,” the sun’s rays hit the girl’s form, giving her an ethereal presence, “‘Wasureyou’ tte omoeba omou hodo kimi ga ookiku natteku yo.”

“Doushite konna ni suki nan daroukimi no koe kanashii hodo hibiiteru yo,” the wind blew by, refreshing the female, “ima made nani ga sasae datta ka tooku hanarete wakatta yo.”

“Doushite kimi wo suki ni natta n darou kantan sugite kotae ni naranai.”

She continued to hum the melody as a pair of arms were draped over her shoulders and a weight was placed on her head.

“How was your little excursion, Prinsesa?” a familiar voice asked as the teen closed her eyes and leaned back into the form behind her.

“We need to get another ship somehow,” she whispered, doing her best to hold back a yawn, “all of them came.”

“Are you serious?” he asked in disbelief as the teen shifts in his hold to turn away from the sun.

“I’m sorry if this is too much, Assad,” Rhamina yawned as the male ran his fingers through her slightly warm locks, “I’ll deal with it.”

“I know I’m asking for a lot and it might not even be worth it for you at this point,” she continued.

“It’s okay, Prinsesa, we’ll talk about it after you get some sleep,” Assad spoke gently as he stood up, holding onto the ravenette’s hand as she did the same, “Come on now, you just started getting on a somewhat normal sleep schedule.”

She only hummed in response as she took small steps forward with her eyes closed, relying on Assad to guide her as she linked arms with him.

Once back in their room, the ravenette slipped off her flats and muttered, “Wake me up in two hours,” before plopping herself onto the bed, snuggling into her fox pillow.

“Prinsesa, at least take off the corset first, you shouldn’t be sleeping with it on,” the male chided, earning a groan from the teen.

“Too much work,” she spoke, voice muffled due to her face being in the pillow.

“Then at least turn this way so I can loosen it,” sighed the male as the teen slowly rolled onto her side so that her back was facing him.

“You are literally going to hurt yourself like this, Prinsesa,” he whispered as he untied and loosened the lacings of the corset, but she couldn’t hear it as she was already dozing off.

As the teen slept, a younger teenager sat in a dark cargo hold, crowded with many other fellow Lemurians.

Every move was heard as the metal locked around their ankles and wrists only echoed in the large storage area.

She had no clue as to how long they had been at sea for, nor how far away they were from her island home, but her chance to escape was then.

Her prayers were finally answered when she heard the ethereal voice of a goddess bless her soul just a few minutes before.

‘I will get my revenge on these dirty Ukaidians,’ she thought, gritting her teeth and glaring down at her chains.

When the ravenette woke up, she changed into a black dress with black lace sleeves paired with a pair of black wedges as the teen pulled her mask up to cover the lower half of her face.

Walking out onto the main deck, Rhamina tapped Assad on the shoulder saying, “I'm going to go check on them, I’ll be back around noon.”

“Hey, kid, when do we get to meet these friends of yours?” Nessa asked, walking up with an axe casually slung over her shoulder.

“Tomorrow at the music festival,” the ravenette chirped, “I’ll be playing with them, so I’m heading over to get some practice in.”

“Alright, just be careful, Prinsesa,” Assad spoke, enveloping the girl in a quick hu before ruffling her hair.

This action earned a whine from Rhamina as she backed away and ran off towards the ramp, only looking back once to stick her tongue out at her long time friend before continuing on her way.

“So, Captain,” Nessa started as they watched the teen disappear down the wooden pier, “Have you told her yet?”

“I haven’t gotten the chance to do that yet,” Assad sighed, brushing back the dreads that fell out of place.

“Assad,” groaned the first mate, earning a sigh from the male as he turned away, “You can’t keep something like this from her.”

“I know, Nessa,” he replied with a groan, “I was going to tell her last night, but I never expected her to be so impulsive in going off for so long.”

“She wasn’t like that when we were kids,” he added.

“It’s to be expected when your life changes so dramatically, especially now that she’s on the run,” the woman replied, “You need to think and act on your toes or you end up dead.”

“Do that in a war and it’s a higher risk of ending up dead,” the male sighed as his gaze darkened.

“I think she knows that, Assad,” the blonde spoke after a few moments of silence, “From what you’ve told me, she knows how to plan and act in battle, but this isn’t war and she trusts you enough to act so carefree.”

The sea breeze blew past as the two companions stood in silence, the subject of the ravenette and war bringing up differing perspectives.

One wanted to trust their newfound friend while still being there to support her; while, the other still wished to support her in any way possible, but wanted to keep her kept away from the world and safe from the cruelties so she would not have to suffer any longer.

Meanwhile, a Lemurian female’s breaths echoed through an alleyway as she ran from her pursuers.

Making the mistake of looking back over her shoulder. The girl was knocked to the ground by one of the men in front of her.

She immediately began to struggle and scream, eyes glowing a dark red as she tried to summon any magic she could, only for the shackles to tighten around her wrists and ankles.

“You really are the stubborn one aren’t you?” growled the man sitting on her back as he gripped her hair in one hand, “Why don’t you be a good little bitch for once and shut up, huh?”

“Ayaw ko, Tarantado!” the girl spat, before the man slammed her head into the cobblestone below them.

The surrounding men snickered as the girl groaned in pain, her head spinning while the man’s tight grip on her hair did nothing to ease the pain.

“Hey, what’s going on over here?!” a female voice called, earning the attention of everyone in the darkened alleyway.

Lifting her head as much as she could against the man’s grip and despite the dizziness and blurry vision, the girl saw the glowing form of a female at the entrance of the alleyway with her knee length hair swaying in the breeze and glowing golden irises standing out against her dark silhouette.

Joy flooded her system as realization began to set in.

As the large, armored silhouette of one of her captors blocked the female from view, the girl could only rasp one word before losing consciousness.

“Reina.”

Rhamina could feel her blood boil as she made her way over to the music hall using almost empty and deserted back streets.

She was inches away from finding out what exactly was going on when she was stopped by the infamous Captain Gustav of Ukaidia.

Unlike Leon, Gustav was actually efficient and decent at his job; otherwise, and extremely loyal pawn to the Ukaidian king.

She recognized the sounds of chains and the kinds of clothes those men wore for she had been in a similar situation as that girl about a year after her arrival to Ukaidia.

Those men were slave traders, and the captain had defended them when the practice of owning slaves was illegal in Ukaidia… Unless…

Rhamina brought her left hand up to her mouth before biting down hard enough to draw blood.

As more connections were made in her mind, she bit down harder, the taste of iron filling her taste buds, but she would rather have this than her magic flaring again.

In fact, she could still feel it building as her rage did the same, but she couldn’t expose herself here.

After taking a deep breath to calm herself, the teen released her jaw, licking her teeth and wiping away the scarlet liquid from her mouth before pulling her mask back up above her nose.

Looking down at her bleeding hand she sighed before walking off, keeping it hidden in the pocket of her black skirt.

Had she bitten any harder, the girl realized, she was at risk of taking a chunk out of her own hand.

The dull pain was beginning to shed through the teen’s rage and she could only hope that there were first aid kits at the music hall where they were supposed to be practicing.

Despite the dark secrets she was uncovering, Rhamina found one good thing from her discovery… She had found her extra ship.

~~~Fin. Chapter 6~~~

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Song Used: Myself - Full Moon o Sagashite

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#The Kiss of Death #Kiss of Death #Chapter 6 #Original Story

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