#forbidden relationship

[bookworm551]

Of Duty and Desire | Chapter 1 | Neteyam x Metkayina!reader

He glanced away for a moment and clenched his jaw. When he looked back at you, you could see the frustration burning in his face. "I just-" he paused, staring at you intensely. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want you."

—————

Summary: You are the tsakarem of the Metkayina, promised to Aonung, and you have settled into your role nicely. Everything is as it should be until a family of Omatikaya refugees arrives, and the eldest son causes you to reconsider everything

A/N: I have been working on this piece for a while, but I literally had to rewrite this like four times so whoops. I appreciate all the love on my last fic, so hopefully y’all enjoy this too :) also, after this part I’m aging up the characters lol. Part 1 of idk

Neteyam x fem Metkayina!readers

5.8k words

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Epilogue

Freedom is oftentimes the sacrifice demanded by duty.

The privilege of choosing how to live one's life is swept away by the responsibilities one has to their family, their friends, or their people. You thought you understood the weight of duty when you became the tsakarem of the Metkayina, but you soon realized thereafter that the cost was higher than what you were willing to pay.

In the months following their arrival, you had gotten close to the forest children. You loved spending time with Tuk. She was bright and full of wonder, and she never failed to make you laugh with her occasional sassy remark. Lo'ak was determined and a fast learner, and you were constantly amused by his poorly-hidden attraction to your best friend, Tsireya. You became fast friends with Kiri due to her deep connection with Eywa and interest in healing.

But there was something about your relationship with Neteyam that was different from all the others. In the few short months you had known each other, your friendship had grown much faster than you had expected. He was kind and respectful, and he always knew how to make you laugh. He was as close to you as the friends you had known your whole life.

You had first met him one day rather unexpectedly after their arrival. You were under the cover of the healing tent when you heard someone approach from outside. You were surprised to find the oldest Sully waiting expectantly while gripping his wrist tightly. He dropped his grip in order to offer you the customary greeting of his hand to his forehead before immediately returning to hold his wrist again.

You offered the gesture back to him before asking, "Is everything alright?" He gave an embarrassed smile and said, "I touched a plant in the water with my hand, and now it burns. I was told to come here for a remedy." You knew immediately what it was, and you offered him a sympathetic look. Taking his hand, you inspected it to confirm your suspicion.

"We learn at a young age not to touch the sea nettle," you told him with a faint smile. "Think of it as a rite of passage." His lips turned upwards at your words. "Then I suppose I'm one step closer to becoming Metkayina," he joked. You chuckled as you searched for the treatment for nettle.

While he waited for you, he sat down on the floor and said, "I do not believe we have met before. I am Neteyam." You cast a brief glance over your shoulder with a smile. "I know who you are, Neteyam te Suli," you told him. "But you are right, we have not met. I suppose that is my fault, I have been very busy since you arrived." After finding the correct bowl, you sat down across from him and introduced yourself properly.

"You are the tsakarem, yes?" Neteyam clarified as you took his hand to inspect it for any remaining nettles. "I am," you confirmed, trying not to appear proud or arrogant in the title. "I spend much of my time here in the village. I have been able to become acquainted with your mother and sisters, though you and your brother seem rarely to leave the water."

Neteyam nodded with a small smile. "We have been learning so much," he told you. "It is all still so new to us." You hummed in understanding. "You seem to be adjusting well to the reef," you observed.

Before he could respond, you took the small bowl of oil and held it above his hand. "This will sting at first," you warned. He nodded, and you poured a small amount over his palm. As you had predicted, he tensed at the pain, and you could see the muscles in his arms flex reactively. He took a deep breath and relaxed as the pain ebbed away.

Carefully, you took your thumbs and rubbed them down his palm. "Let me know if I am hurting you," you told him quietly. He remained silent as you massaged the oil into his hand. You felt his eyes on your face, so you glanced up at him. He didn't look away, keeping his amber eyes fixed on your face, and he offered you a soft smile. You were only able to hold his gaze for a few seconds before becoming slightly embarrassed, and you quickly looked back down at your hands again.

"It feels much better," he said after a moment. "I'm glad," you replied earnestly. "I haven't touched sea nettle since I was very young, but I remember the sting of it very well." He nodded his head with an ironic grin. "I don't think I will forget this any time soon," he agreed.

You continued working the oil into his skin for a moment, and you still felt his eyes on your face, though you didn't look up at him again until you were finished. Dropping his hand, you said, "Try to avoid nettle in the future. We usually save the remedy for children, but I made an exception for you this time."

He grinned at you. "I am very grateful," he told you, placing his hand over his heart. "And I will take more care in the future." Smiling at him, you replied, "I hope so. I don't want to have to patch you up every day."

He looked at you in amusement. "I'm sure there are worse ways to spend the day," he teased. You shook your head with a small laugh. "Perhaps," you conceded. "But there are certainly more productive things to do as well."

"Thank you," he said as he moved to stand up. "I will see you later tonight?" You blinked in surprise. You saw him every night during the evening meal from afar, but since you had never spoken to him before, you were surprised at his forwardness.

"I suppose," you replied, then added with a smirk, "That is unless you hurt yourself again before then." He gave you a cheeky smile. "No promises," he responded playfully.

You saw the forest boy more often after that. Sometimes he would come in claiming to be searching for his mother and then stay and talk with you. Other times, he would come in with scrapes and cuts not severe enough to warrant Ronal's expertise, but deep enough to justify seeing you for help.

Sometimes, you wondered if he was getting hurt on purpose. You didn't mind though. He was sweet and enjoyable, and he always told you stories of himself and his siblings in the forest. You knew he missed it very much, but he hid his longing behind all the funny tales of his family.

One person who was wary of your friendship with Neteyam and his family was Aonung. He had his mother's distrusting nature as well as her pride, and as his intended mate, you knew he wasn't happy with how close you had become to them. He never said anything directly to you, but he would drop subtle comments about them when you were around. Whenever you were helping teach the forest children, he watched closely for how you interacted with them. You could feel the tension between him and the Sullys, and it all came to a head about two months after they had arrived at the reef.

You were sorting things when you heard a commotion outside. You looked out in confusion before Aonung pushed his way into the tent. You took in a sharp breath as you got a look at his face.

He looked awful. His eye was starting to swell, there was blood dripping from his nose, and dark purple bruises were beginning to form on his cheek. "What happened?!" You asked him sharply as some of his friends followed in behind him sporting similar injuries on their faces. Aonung didn't look at you, but one of his friends behind him chimed in, "It was the forest boys."

You scowled at Aonung. "What did you do?" You demanded to know. He shot you an irritated look. "You are accusing me?" he asked incredulously. Your scowl deepened as you glared up at him suspiciously. "Yes," you said. "I am." He scoffed at you. He wasn't afraid of your ire when he knew he had the privilege of being the son of the two clan leaders to protect him.

"They do not belong here," he told you. "I don't know why you are so fond of those freaks." His friends behind him muttered their approval at his statement. You turned your glare to them, and they immediately fell silent and looked away. Even if Aonung didn't fear you, at least they did.

"They are here under uturu," you said in a harsh whisper. "We must treat them with respect and dignity." Aonung rolled his eyes at your words. "Where is my mother?" he asked, ignoring your statement. You huffed an irritated breath. "Out," you responded crossly, walking over to where Ronal kept her store of medicines and other mending materials.

You pulled out a jar of ointment and handed it to Aonung. "For the cuts," you told him. "Now go." You pointed at the entrance of your tent resolutely, maintaining a level glare at him. He held your gaze for a moment before taking the bowl and walking away, his friends in tow.

You closed your eyes in exasperation. How could they all be so stuck up and stupid? You knew that Aonung took great pride in being the next in line for Olo'eyktan, but you had never seen him act so rude and self-absorbed. Honestly, it was embarrassing for you.

After a moment, you decided to go out to see if you could find one or both of the Omatikayan boys to apologize on behalf of Aonung. Stepping out, you headed over to where their family was residing. From a distance, you could see that Lo'ak was stepping out of the tent, his face downcast and irritated. He was still too far from you to try and call out to him, so you skipped briskly along the suspended walkways between you to try and catch up to him.

Despite your urgent pace, Lo'ak quickly moved in the opposite direction from you, but from their tent, Neteyam walked out into the light of the sun wearing a subtle smile on his face. Approaching his tent, you called out to him. He glanced up at you in mild surprise and offered a polite nod.

You studied his face for injuries, but besides a busted lip, he seemed relatively unharmed. "I know what happened with Aonung," you began. "Well, sort of. I am very sorry about him and his friends." He gave you a soft smile and shook his head casually. "It was not your fault," he said simply. "There is no need for you to apologize."

As he spoke, you noticed the fresh blood on his lip from his cut. "You are cut," you observed. "Come with me." You grabbed his arm to lead him back to the healing canopy, but he resisted, shaking his head again. "This is nothing," he told you gently. "I will be fine."

You didn't let go of his arm. "You have come to our home as guests," you said softly. "Aonung and his friends have treated you dishonorably. Please, let me make it right." You gazed up at his face imploringly, and after a moment, his face softened and he nodded. "Alright," he conceded and followed your pulling hand.

Entering under the cover of your canopy, you had Neteyam sit down while you took out a small cloth and a salve. Dampening the cloth with fresh water, you turned to where he was sitting patiently for you.

Taking his jaw in your hand gently, you turned his face so that you could inspect the cut better. Neteyam's eyes stayed on your face for a moment before glancing away to fixate on the tent walls. In addition to the cut on his lip, you also noticed some more purplish spots starting to form on his neck.

You traced your fingers over the forming bruises on his neck. Neteyam tensed at your touch, and his eyes quickly darted to your face. You pulled back your hand from his neck and said, "Sorry." He gave you a subtle smirk. "It doesn't hurt," he assured you. "Just sensitive."

"Ah," you said in a low voice, looking away from his eyes sheepishly. You started to clean away the blood on his lip. "What did he do to start the fight?" You asked him, changing the subject. He blinked slowly and shook his head. "It does not matter," he replied in a quiet voice, looking away from you.

Your grip on his jaw tightened slightly, and you turned his face back so he would look you in the eyes. "What did he do?" You asked again in a more insistent tone. You could see him contemplating, and you held his face and gaze in expectant silence.

"He was making fun of Kiri and Lo'ak," he relented. "He called them freaks." The grip of your hand holding his face tightened reflexively as anger burned in your chest. You closed your eyes for a second to regain your composure before turning his head back to continue attending to his cut.

"I am very sorry, Neteyam," you murmured earnestly. "He never should have said those things." In your peripheral vision, you could see that his eyes were fixated on your face, but you kept your focus on his lip. "You do not have to apologize," he repeated from earlier, trying to keep his mouth still as he spoke. "You have shown nothing but kindness to my family since we arrived."

You glanced up for a moment to meet his eyes. He was looking back at you with a soft gaze, and you became aware of how close you were to his face. You turned away from him as you felt your cheeks grow warm to pull out the salve you had. Taking a small swatch on your thumb, you brushed it gently over his lip. You could feel his eyes on you as you did, and despite your best efforts, you glanced up at them. A beat of tense silence passed as you looked at each other wordlessly, one of your hands holding his face while the other was tracing his mouth.

Worried that he may be able to hear your heart pounding, you thought desperately of something to say. "He is intimidated by you," you said finally as you dropped your hands from his face and looked down from his eyes. Neteyam cocked his head to the side. "Aonung?" He clarified. You nodded as you wiped the remaining salve off of your fingers.

"He is the son of Olo'eyktan," you explained, shifting to sit on the floor next to him. "There has never been anybody to challenge that status until now, but not only was your father Olo'eyktan as well, but he was Toruk Makto. We were raised hearing stories of him. Some sound too strange to be true."

Neteyam looked at you in curiosity. "Stories?" He repeated. "Like what?"

You smiled, somewhat embarrassed. "There are many," you said slowly. "He  was once a human, a warrior from the stars." Neteyam nodded his head slowly. "That is true," he confirmed. You thought back for more rumors. "They say he killed one of the Na'vi to possess his body," you mentioned.

Neteyam let out a small, surprised laugh. "That one is not true," he said, amused at the story. "The Sky People grew his body from the blood of his brother and Na'vi blood, and his spirit now resides in it." Your forehead scrunched in confusion. "The blood of his brother?" You echoed, perplexed.

He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. "I don't even fully understand it," he admitted. "But the important thing is that no, he didn't possess anybody else's body to become one of the People." You nodded faintly, still very confused about Neteyam's answer.

"What else have you heard?" He prompted. You thought back to the way you imagined Toruk Makto before he came here. You had thought he would be large and intimidating like Tonowari, but with an authoritarian attitude and little humor. It was almost comical how he really was just like any other Na'vi father aside from some small physical differences and his accent.

"I thought he couldn't speak in the Na'vi tongue," you added. "We all thought he spoke a strange language." Neteyam nodded again. "When he led the revolt against the Sky People," he explained, "he spoke very little Na'vi. His first language is called English."

You tilted your head at the funny word. "English," you repeated. He smiled at your accent and nodded. "He usually only speaks it with my family," he said. "Many of the Omatikaya can speak it a little, too." You smiled back before asking, "What does it sound like?"

Neteyam shrugged. "What do you want me to say?" He said in English. You couldn't help but giggle at the strange language. "What does that mean?" You asked. He smiled at you in amusement. "I simply asked what you wanted me to say," he clarified.

You hummed thoughtfully as you came up with a phrase for him to say. You looked out at the afternoon sun casting brilliant reflections on the water outside of your tent. "The sea is very beautiful," you said finally. He looked out at the water for a moment. "The sea is very beautiful," he replied before looking back at you and adding, "and so are you."

You tilted your head and eyed him suspiciously. The pause between his words sounded like he said something extra. "All of that means 'The sea is very beautiful?'" You questioned skeptically. He glanced away for a moment with a faint smile. "Not all of it," he admitted. He paused for a moment, and then he said, "I said 'The sea is very beautiful, but I miss the forest.'"

"Ah," you said, nodding in understanding. "It must be very hard for you to be away from it." He sighed, looking back out at the sea with a far-away stare. "It is," he agreed after a while. "It is so different there. The sounds, the smells, everything. I don't think I have ever spent so much time in the sun as I have here."

You laughed at his last statement. "What do you mean?" You asked. He pointed out to where a few large, craggy precipices jutted out over the water. "The trees where I am from are higher than those cliffs," he explained. "When you are in the forest, very little sunlight reaches the ground."

Looking out to where he pointed, you shook your head in amazement. "I cannot even imagine trees like that," you said in wonder. He turned to you with a soft smile. "I'll take you to see them someday," he promised.

You smiled up at him, but it quickly faded away. You shook your head and looked away from his face. "No," you sighed regretfully. "I am tsakarem. It would not be right for me to leave the reef." He hummed in understanding. "I imagine your intended would not be happy about it either," he commented, watching you for your reaction.

You shifted uncomfortably. "No," you conceded quietly, "probably not."

When he didn't respond, you glanced up at his face and saw he was gazing at you expectantly. "He is not entirely to blame," you defended gently. "He and I have a great responsibility to the clan. He has carried it his whole life, but I am still getting used to it." He gave a small nod in understanding. "I have carried it my whole life, too," he said, then added in English, "but it didn't make me into an ass."

You smiled at the strange words and shot him a quizzical look. "I said, 'It is a heavy burden to bear,'" he translated for you. You nodded in agreement, and you missed the wry grin on his face.

"It must be nice for you finally to be free of that burden," you reflected. He heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head. "Even though my father is no longer Olo'eyktan, he still holds the title of Toruk Makto," he countered. "It is one that will always follow him, and so it will always follow me."

He stared out at the water in contemplation. There was a pause, and Neteyam gave another sigh. You could see the weight of his family's legacy on his face, and you felt a sense of compassion for him. "A heavy burden," you repeated his words quietly. He didn't say anything, lost in his own internal musings.

Even though you knew that the expectations weren't quite the same, you felt that on some level, you understood the struggle of upholding the standard of greatness in life. Your parents were very proud of your status of tsakarem, and you felt the pressure of it from them as well as Ronal, whose expectations were higher than everyone else.

"I never understood how heavy it was until now," you commented. "But I accepted my role. You were born into yours." Neteyam looked at you carefully and tilted his head in curiosity. "You accepted it," he repeated, "but did you actually want it?"

His question caught you off guard. As you pondered it, you felt a strange mix of emotions stirring in your chest. Nobody had ever considered that you wouldn't want to be tsakarem. It was easy to get swept up in the honor and prestige and forget about the fact that you were surrendering many of the freedoms you had previously enjoyed in order to prepare yourself to help lead the clan.

Your throat tightened unexpectedly as you thought about his question. Neteyam must have noticed your reaction because he shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry," he said. "I did not mean to upset you." His words snapped you out of your thoughts. You shook your head dismissively and gave a weak smile.

"It's okay," you assured him. "I just..." you trailed off, not sure of what to say. After a beat, he took your hand comfortingly. "You carry the title with great dignity," he told you reassuringly. "And you bring honor to your people."

Your chest warmed at his words, easing the strain of his earlier question. With a shy smile, you asked, "How do you say 'thank you' in English?" He chuckled at your question. "Thank you," he told you in English.

"Thank you," you repeated in his funny language. He gave you a warm smile. "You're welcome," he replied. "You're welcome," you echoed thoughtfully. He nodded in approval. "That was almost perfect," he complimented. You hummed at his praise. "You'll have to teach me to speak it perfectly," you told him. He smiled as he looked at you. "I will," he promised gently.

You felt your cheeks warm at his soft gaze. You had never seen eyes quite like his. They were a shade of yellow you had never seen before, almost greenish in the reflections from the water.  In the prolonged silence, you realized that he was still holding your hand, so you blinked and pulled it away gently while you desperately thought of something to say.

"Your cut will heal within the next couple of days," you said finally. He blinked as though pulled from deep thought and nodded gratefully. "You are very kind," he told you. "Thank you."

You smiled. "You're welcome," you told him, trying your best to accurately mimic the way he said the phrase.

He chuckled at your use of his language. "You're a fast learner," he praised and then sighed. "I should go find my brother," he added. You nodded in understanding, and you both stood up. Before he could leave, you said, "Please send my apologies to Lo'ak."

Neteyam shook his head with a reproachful smile. He brought his hand up to your face and tilted your chin upwards with his fingers to look him in the eye. "You need to stop apologizing for things you didn't do," he told you earnestly. Then, he dropped his hand and walked out of the tent before you could reply and before he could see the deep blush forming on your face.

Later that evening, you had taken Tuk out to feed the ilus. Waist deep in the water, you both giggled as the pod of ilus gathered around, swimming in eager circles around you. You and the young girl took turns feeding them one by one.

"I think this one likes me," Tuk giggled as one of the animals nudged her side affectionately. "Yes, well, that one is notorious for loving whoever has the food," you said with a laugh. Taking a fish from the basket, Tuk fed the cuddly ilu. "Then I'll feed him every day," she said with a bright smile.

From behind you, you could hear someone moving through the water. You turned and saw Neteyam wading out to where you and Tuk were standing. Noticing her older brother, Tuk called out, "Look, Neteyam! Come feed the ilus with us."

Neteyam offered his sister a quick smile before it melted into a more urgent look.

"Have either of you seen Lo'ak?" He asked. You glanced at Tuk, who looked back at you with the same confused look. "I haven't seen him since I saw you last," you told him. "Is everything alright?"

Neteyam glanced quickly at his younger sister before looking back at you. "It's probably nothing, I'm just looking for him." He started to walk back out of the water, and you could see the look of agitation on his face. You handed Tuk the basket of fish and said, "Here, you keep feeding them, I'll be right back."

You moved out of the water to follow after Neteyam. He must've heard you behind him because he slowed down and waited for you to catch up to him. Stepping behind him, you asked, "What's wrong?"

He shot you a worried glance. "I've looked everywhere. There is no sign of him, and nobody has seen him." Your forehead scrunched up at his words. "When did you last see him?" You asked. He gave a loose shrug and replied, "Earlier today, same as you."

"At your home?" You clarified questioningly. He nodded. "Yes, after my father told him to go..." he trailed off, and you could see that a thought had entered his mind. His worried face hardened into aggravation, his jaw clenched, and his head tilted as he fought to compose his anger.

"What is it?" You questioned in concern. Neteyam took a moment to close his eyes before muttering, "Aonung." Your stomach dropped a little bit at his name. Surely, he wouldn't have caused any more trouble than he already had.

Neteyam turned from you sharply and walked at a brisk pace towards the village. You struggled to keep pace behind him. "What about Aonung?" You asked, confused. Without breaking his stride, Neteyam said, "My father told Lo'ak to apologize to him earlier, and that was the last time I saw him."

A feeling of unease settled over you, and you prayed that Lo'ak was just off brooding somewhere instead of being in trouble. As you both quickly stepped across the beach, you caught Aonung's familiar form standing in the shallow water.

"You," Neteyam called out to him in a hard tone. Aonung had been staring out at the water towards the Sea Wall, but at the sound of Neteyam's voice, he whipped around. He was immediately defensive as Neteyam stepped up to him in the water.

"Where is my brother?" He demanded. Aonung scoffed. "He's your brother," he replied in a haughty voice. "Aren't you the one supposed to babysit him?" Neteyam shot the other boy a burning glare and took a step forward to get in his face, causing Aonung to take an uneasy step back. "I kicked your ass once already today," Neteyam stated. "I will do it again if I have to."

"Enough," you said firmly, not wanting a repeat of their earlier altercation. The boys didn't say anything, still holding each other's glare. "Aonung, do you know where Lo'ak is?" You asked. After a brief pause, Aonung's eyes glanced away from Neteyam over to you, and you saw the uneasy look he had.

Your stomach sank. "Where is he?" You pressed, feeling frustrated at his silence. You could see his hesitation before he finally relented, "I'm not sure. We...we left him at Three Brothers Rock."

You inhaled sharply. "Aonung," you whispered, horrified. He didn't look at you, the severity of his actions sinking in. Neteyam was a little lost. "Where is that?" He asked you, desperate to know where his brother was. You didn't answer him, still looking at Aonung in disbelief.

"How could you do that?" you asked quietly, and he averted his eyes. You glanced back at Neteyam. "It is way out past the reef," you said. "It is not close, and it is very dangerous for him to be alone."

At your words, Neteyam's face twisted in anger. He stepped towards Aongung again, but you had anticipated his reaction and moved quickly to stand between them and placed a hand on his chest. "No fighting," you told him sternly. "We need to gather a search party for Lo'ak, not waste time giving each other more injuries for me to tend to later on."

Both the boys stared at each other for a moment before Neteyam looked down at you and gave you a barely-perceptible nod. You let your hand drop from his chest and looked over at Aonung. "When did you leave?" You asked him.

He shook his head uncomfortably. "It's been a few hours," he admitted. You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh. Neteyam huffed a sharp breath and grabbed Aonung by the back of his neck. "I'm done with this," he muttered and marched him back to the village.

A search party was quickly organized. Several warriors and divers on skimwings and ilus assembled to search for Lo'ak. With the sun receding behind the planet, you and the rest of your friends were ordered to stay within the Sea Wall.

You saw Neteyam pacing anxiously on the beach, looking out for any sign of his brother's return. You walked up to him carefully. "I'm sure they will find him soon," you assured him, breaking him from his thoughts. He heaved a large sigh and looked out towards the water.

"I should have been with him," he murmured. "This wouldn't have happened if I had been with him." You looked at him with sympathy. "You can't blame yourself," you told him gently. "If anyone is to blame, it is Aonung." He didn't argue with you, and you both knew you were right.

You sat down on the sand with a sigh, and after a moment, Neteyam followed suit and sat down beside you. "I have known him almost my whole life," you said as you sifted some sand between your fingers. "He has always been proud and stubborn, but he has never been malicious." You couldn't deny that Aonung's behavior towards the Sullys before had made you uncomfortable and disappointed, but this was on a whole new level, and you felt as though you didn't even know him at all.

You sighed again and looked over at Neteyam. He was staring out at the water with a blank gaze. You weren't sure what else to say. You couldn't assure him of his brother's safe return because there was a very real chance he was not safe. So, you just sat in silence beside him.

As the evening turned into night, Lo'ak eventually returned unharmed, much to the relief of you and Neteyam. After taking the blame for Aonung, an uneasy but not unfriendly relationship started between him and Lo'ak, and Neteyam put aside his anger for his brother's sake.

The next day, Lo'ak recounted how a lone tulkun had saved him from the akula the day before. After describing the creature who saved his life, Tsireya quickly realized that the tulkun was the outcast Payakan.

"I'm telling you guys, he saved my life," Lo'ak explained insistently. "He is my friend."

Everyone had doubtful looks, but Neteyam stood up with a jaunty smile and grabbed his brother by the shoulders. "My baby bro," he said lightheartedly. "The mighty warrior who faced the killer tulkun and lived to tell about it."

Lo'ak was not amused and pushed his brother's hands off of him. "You guys aren't listening," he huffed and walked away. You all called out to him, but he continued away in irritation. Tsireya followed after him, and the others all disbursed to start the day.

You remained sitting there, perplexed at what you had heard. Everyone in the clan knew about the dangerous, young bull who had killed both Na'vi and other tulkun, and Lo'ak's assertions of Payakan's innocence unsettled you. Deep in thought, you hadn't even realized that Neteyam had stayed behind until he asked, "What are you thinking?"

You blinked, startled out of your thoughts. You gave a short sigh. "Tsireya is right," you told him. "If it was Payakan, then your brother is lucky to be alive. Payakan is very dangerous." Neteyam looked out for a moment to where Lo'ak had stormed off. "He seems to think differently," he commented.

You shifted uncomfortably. "I do believe your brother sees Payakan as a friend, but there is a reason for his exile." You looked out at the water and shook your head faintly. "The good thing is that Lo'ak is safe," you told him.

He smiled at you warmly. "That is true," he conceded. "And I appreciate your concern for my brother. It means a lot." You shrugged and replied, "You are my friend. What concerns you concerns me."

He offered his hand to help pull you up. You took it, and he pulled you up effortlessly. After you steadied yourself, you moved to walk off, but Neteyam didn't let go of your hand. You looked up at his face questioningly, and he was staring back at you with a soft smile.

"I'm serious," he told you earnestly. "Your friendship means a lot to me. Thank you." His face was so sincere and his voice so heartfelt that you didn't respond for a moment. "You're welcome," you replied finally. He held your gaze for a moment, the corner of his lips turned upwards, before dropping your hand and walking away to begin the day.

As you watched him disappear, you couldn't help but wonder why it was exactly that your heart was beating so quickly.

Chapter 2

#avatar the way of water #avatar #neteyam fic #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam angst #avatar fanfiction #neteyam x metkayina!reader #kiri sully #loak sully #tuk sully #jake sully #neytiri #aonung #tsireya #slow burn #forbidden lust #forbidden love #forbidden relationship

[fearyandear]

Not Who You’re Supposed To Be (Yandere! Revolutionary Servant POV x Captured Princess Y/N)

They took the nobles. Every last one. Most had tried desperately to escape. To blend in with the commoners, or to off themselves with dignity. Some slipped through, but in three days' time, the most important figures had been rounded up like hogs.

Ready to be slaughtered.

Among the first was the 12th princess. The attackers that burst to her room noted how calm she appeared, sitting on her chair with her favorite wine in hand. She'd given them a smile and told them they did a good job.

She was sent to the dungeons with the rest of her family.

Saber knew he shouldn't face her. What was done was done. She had served her purpose as his master, and now, he was free from her command. He was free.

And yet, he grimaced every time he passed the heavily guarded chambers to the underground. They beckoned him.

Only a day was left until the executions. They would be public and humiliating. The best show the country would ever get. And she would be a part of it.

He knew going down would be a mistake. He knew, as much as he denied it, that he'd regret it. That seeing her look at him after his betrayal... would be able to break him.

And still, that night, he ventured.

He used the guards' blindspots. This was a... private affair. He didn't want to explain this to the others. The dungeons creaked and wails prevailed. Heavy doors kept him from seeing their faces. But he had already memorized everyone's place, so he skipped to the end of a row. When he reached her cell, he was surprised by its stillness. Knowing her, she would have been one of the wailers. Her pampered lifestyle meant she'd get aches from the floor of her cell.

A thought targeted him, fast and quick.

What if she's sick? Already dead?

He fumbled with the lock, his initial fear was replaced with the anxiety to check. A swing of the door later, and his terror vanished.

She was standing, facing the outside on the small barred gutter with her head resting in her arms. She hummed as the door closed.

"Is that my little shadow?" She turned to look at him. She had expected him.

Knowing this made him feel conflicted.

Why wasn't she crying? Why did she look... content?

She wasn't being herself.

"You did it." She grinned. "You succeeded. I'm so proud of you!"

She came at him fast. He braced himself. Punches. Thrashing. A slap. Something would make contact, surely this would be her petty litte revenge but-

No.

An embrace.

It felt the same as others she had given him.

She hugged him completely, wholeheartedly nestled into his chest.

And she repeated herself.

"I'm so proud!"

He hated this outcome.

He pushed her. She stumbled but didn't fall.

"You... knew?"

"Of course!"

"How??"

She laughed. It was genuine and hearty, with a snort at the end.

"Saber... I've always known."

What the hell was she talking about.

"I... need you to explain."

She nodded. An explanation of everything was owed. A long one. She theatrically sat in the only bench available, and smoothed her dress.

"I am not a good person, Saber. You of all people know well my wickedness." She held a cheek with a hand. "I knew of the people suffering. I knew that I had the power to stop some of it. But... well, I'm lazy, Saber. I'm lazy and... It was easier not to. To believe that as the least favorite, I couldn't do a thing.... So I'd planned on living life quietly, sending prayers for the poor.

But then they gave me you."

She gazed at him. Met his eyes. They were warm and deep and welcoming. The same eyes as the day he had met her.

"You hated me. You hated everything about us, of course, but serving me especially... you directed it towards this foolish, stubborn princess. And you know what? I found you so admirable for that! You were a person who would change the world! And you'd make it so much better for everyone! So strong, so committed, so intelligent! Oh Saber! You're wonderful!"

Her grin brought him back to annoyance. There was an expression he finally recognized. The one he always felt was patronizing... but... perhaps it had never been. Her words...

Wait-

"So you knew about my plan to betray you? Did you recognize then... my disguise- those nights!"

His cheeks burned. The princess was hysterical.

"Saaabeeer, I knew, I knew! And I liked it. I always loved your touch, Saber. I was so happy too. You saved me from the anxiety of parties and people that I hate... I treasured those moments filled with passion..."

Both cheeks were in her hands now. Saber felt the need to explain himself.

"Those weren't supposed to happen... I had lost myself in the alcohol! I wouldn't have-"

"Oh. I know Saber. It's okay!" Her reassurance quieted him. "Your spite never went away. I'd never delude myself into thinking otherwise! You had a goal. It was just... the wine."

There was a pause. He couldn't look her in the eye.

The alcohol. He'd never drunk any, and... if she had known it was him, she may have been sober enough to know that too. But she was going along for him. He felt ashamed.

"I'm just a dumb princess."

He looked back up.

"I knew that's all I would be. But if I could help you... I thought, at least that'd be good for you. So, I played my part. I never paid attention in my classes. I let you do my homework for me. I made you memorize the secret passageways for dumb errands.... I blabbed about all the gossip I could gather at those stupid parties. And everything fell into place."

She shook a bit. He almost took a step towards her. He was getting distracted. Pieces were falling into place...

"You never once disappointed me. Or the people. You're a hero, Saber! You'll be legendary."

She got back up. He took a better look at her now. Her unkept hair. Her dress had torn and become dirty from sweeping the floor. Her eyes showed her lack of sleep, and the moon made her skin deathly.

But she was still the girl chained to him. She was still the girl with eyes that were glued to him, never out of malice but always out of love.

She had loved him.

She still loved him.

"Princess..."

"When will I be killed?"

His blood ran cold. Reality came flooding back..

"I heard the guards talking about an execution. But I never got the date... and it's been..." She looked to the wall. Three little notches had been made.

"Three days. When will the day be? How much longer will I have to stay here?"

Saber was back to feeling lost.

"I... I don't know."

He lied.

It would be tomorrow.

The princess crossed her arms. She blew out a breath like she always does when she's annoyed.

"Well, I hope it's soon. And I hope you can be the one to do it."

"Me?"

His voice almost cracked. Now she looked stunned.

"Of course you, you jerk! Don't tell me you weren't planning on doing me in yourself! With those eyes? With that built up grudge? I won't have it any other way! It has to be you!"

She got right up to his face. The usually warm eyes were cold. This was a demand. He hated when she did this.

But his usual defiance couldn't be mustered now for some reason...

He couldn't find any bite at all.

He felt his shoulders slump.

Killing her...

"Why are you so okay with this? Why did you let this happen?"

The flame of anger was welling up inside again.

"You could have stopped me. You could have- helped me! If I had known-"

She laughed again. "What do you mean? You hated me! You still hate me! Telling you I'm helping you would've only made you despise me more. Or it'd make you seem unreliable to the others on your side. We nobles are the enemy. Why would they trust in me?"

She shrugged.

"Theres no use in thinking about what could have been. What's done is done."

What's done is done.

"My fate would have been the same. For a better tomorrow with no future royal blood, we will all need to be killed."

No mercy was their rule.

Saber recalled the plan. The guillotine. The space made for the heads and bodies, each to be separated. And to be paraded around.

He couldn't help himself from reaching for her. Softly, he touched her neck.

"So, a beheading?" She had guessed.

It dawned on him how clever she actually was.

He had never noticed.

"Well," Her hand brushed over his. She held it firmly there and was back to meeting his eyes. "I'm glad you came to visit. And I hope you're getting everything you ever wanted."

How can she say such things without an ounce of malice?

He left her cell with her words in his heart. What is it that he wants? The moon was still high. The execution would be in the morning. Her place in line would be near the middle, with the lesser nobles.

She'd be surrounded by the people that mocked her. To die with those she hated.

The hand that touched her neck burned.

He could kill her now.

Surely that'd be preferable?

He imagined it. Squeezing her neck. Watching her eyes bulge. No longer would they smile.

He wanted to cut off his hand.

He can't.

He needed another plan.

He made his way to the servant quarters.

Tonight, he would be a villain.

~

(Doodles of this story found here!)

#yandere #medieval #medieval fantasy #yandere servant #yandere butler #yandere x reader #yandere revolutionary #revolution #yandere male #male yandere #betrayal #angst #forbidden romance #forbidden relationship #villain yandere #yandere villain #an old writing i had forgotten about :V #male yandere x reader #saber #not Who you're supposed to be #nwystb #fear blurbs

[usetheeauthor]

How To Be King

Sub!Viserys III Targaryen x Wildling!Fem!Plus!Reader

Fluff/Smut/Angst (18+ MDNI)

Enemies to Lovers

Summary: You find the very drunk Viserys stumbling into your village. Although, you find his abrasiveness to be quite irritating, you take pity on him when you learn of his past. All he wants is an army and to reclaim his position. You willingly decide to teach him the ways of gaining support in exchange for an alliance between your people. What you didn’t expect was to find love within each other. A love that Viserys has been starved of for so long.

A/N: Wrote this for myself but I’ve decided to share it with anyone interested because sharing is caring. Even though this guy’s a monster he can get it. Idk I have such a thing for villains. I hope you enjoy. It’s s long one but the story’s worth it, I think. I also pulled some dialogue from the show to capture his personality so he’s not too ooc. This is probably inaccurately based on the show, I watch the show but know little history about it or the books so it’s all loosely based.

Word Count: 8.9k+

Warnings: loosely based GOT knowledge, blood and violence, graphic language, Viserys being an annoying brat, Reader and Viserys slap each other, lots of kissing, touch!starved Viserys, pining, mommy kink, soft dom!reader, p in v unprotected, spit kink, creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, passionate sex, handjob, lots of fluff and angst, sad ending

The air was cool. The leaves on the abundant trees were slowly dying, falling to the ground in colors of red, orange, and brown. Winter would only come a month from now but your people were prepared for anything.

Your people came from all over the Seven Kingdoms. All of you having in common the idea that freedom was better than kneel before a King or Queen who couldn’t give a horse’s ass about its people. You’d rather fight to be free. Why worship false gods when the Old Gods of forest were there watching over you all, hoping its people will one day return to their rightful place under their heavenly kingdom?

You took pride in the decision you made to renounce your herd mentality. Once the wife of a nobleman in the Winterfell, you were immediately banished from the land when you expressed your concerns of worshipping a leader when the Gods intended you to be free from the ruling of man.

Tormund Giantsbane took you in seeing you as his adoptive sister. You were the one to help him make any decisions in case he faced any challenges. Together, Tormund and you worked to strengthen your people as a rogue tribe. People tend to look down on you free folk but neither of you cared. The words of “kneelers” or those within the walls of the seven kingdoms meant nothing to you. You were all happy.

It was a lively night. Your people were celebrating the night away with no particular occasion in mind. People drank from the special wine, music swelled in the air, children played, a silly theater show was broadcasted for entertainment, young lovers fucking whomever they desired…a typical wildling celebration.

Tormund was pissed drunk but you enjoyed seeing him smile. Ygritte enjoyed her time, as well, drinking amongst the men and telling hunting stories of her time in the woods with the hunting pack. You walked through the camp, admiring the joy of your people when you spotted a figured in the dark stumbling towards your direction.

You carefully drew your bow and arrow from you back holster, pointing it in the direction of the intruder.

“Who goes there?” You call out.

The dark figure continues forward until the orange light from the flaming torches cascaded over them. It was a handsome young man with silver white and quite visibly drunk. You couldn’t see him as a threat for how thin he was compared to you but once you noticed the sword he carried you raised your bow higher and aimed.

“Don’t take a step any closer or I will shoot,” You threatened. “Who are you?”

“I am the rightful king of the iron throne. I am the dragon. Kneel before me.” His words are slurred and trips over his feet.

A look of confusion paints your face. This man was clearly not well. Not only had he shown up unannounced to your territory with no aide in sight but he claims to be a king.

“I will not kneel. I kneel to no one. I’ll ask that you leave where you’ve came or else it will not end well for you.”

“Are you threatening me?” He says through gritted teeth.

“Yes.” You challenged.

The man makes his way towards you and, without thinking, you let go of the bow. The arrow shoots straight through his shoulder and, not a second after, he’s howling in pain. Alerting the warriors of the camp, including Tormund, to make their way over the end of the camp where you stood.

“What goes on here?” Tormund questions, looking down at the man wailing and cradling his shoulder then back at you.

“This man…” You were in a panic. “He came to our grounds claiming to be the King of the Iron Throne. He approached me further when I specifically asked him not to do so. I let go in fear. I would’ve only let go for a warning shot. Not to hurt him.”

“You did what you could to defend yourself. Do you wish to put him out of his misery? I can take him somewhere so no one will see.”

“No, brother. I’d like to take him to our healer’s tent. He’s only but a drunken fool. It’s not merely enough a reason for a death sentence.”

Tormund sighs his frustration. “You are too nice for your own good. Men please carry the cunt to our healer for some attention to the wound.”

You smiled, greatly appreciating him for taking in your suggestions. Ygritte looks wry with the decision.

“Everything alright, sister?”

“That silver hair. I’ve heard stories about it. About a family who all shared that color hair. Maybe he’s a king after all.” Ygritte says, downing her wine before heading back with the others.

You stood there alone in the path between shadow and light. Looking down at the pool of blood, you reflected on his words. Maybe when he came to you could inquire him about the meaning of his behavior. If he’s not dead by morning, that is.

————

You awoke and your mind immediately thought back to the silver-haired man. You had a vision last night. The vision told you the story of a family of silver hair like the ones Ygritte told you about. Only it went further. They were royalty. They had power, dragons, the iron thrown built of swords. Yet, there rise quickly reached its peak before crashing and burning at the hands of the Lannisters.

You needed to see him. You hoped he’s okay. Your intentions weren’t to hurt him. Maybe there were some truths to his statements. If he were a beggar, would he be dressed in neatly kept garbs? Would he don a sword made of Valyrion steel? Of course not. This man was of some importance.

Visiting the medic tent, you spotted the man in his cot. He’s sound asleep. He actually looked so sweet and innocent. Tormund had beat you to the visit, currently conversing with the Healer about the foreigner.

You slowly approached them, giving your greetings. “I take that I’ve not murdered anyone. I hope.”

The healer laughs. “No. He’s in stable condition just in slumber from the doses of medicine that I’ve given him to ingest. I’ll look further into his wounds. Clean them up.”

The medic walks away leaving you and Tormund for conversation. Tormund glares at you clearly still processing why he’d decided to listen to your request to save the man.

“We’re wasting good herbs on this man, Y/N. Herbs that could be supplied to our people who could be in need of it someday.”

“You understand that we can scavenge for more. We do it nearly every time we go for a hunt. It’s not a waste to save the life of a man especially if he is who he says he is.”

“You couldn’t possibly believe this loiter-sack was once king.”

“Maybe not once king. But he could’ve been sworn to be one someday. I had a vision of a royal family. All with silver hair. They were the true rulers of the Seven Kingdoms until conquered by Lannister swines.”

“Okay,” He nods, knowing that the information from your dreams are usually true. “But even if he’s sworn to be king, what should it matter to us? We serve no one.”

“Yes, but we could possibly have an ally. Winter is coming, Tormund. We’ve prepared for it yet not enough. If we have him as an ally, we could receive goods for our people.”

“This man owns nothing. He’s as useful as a cum rag. The Lannisters own his arse, if anything. Why not throw him to the lions and get our reward?”

“Because that’s not who we are, brother. Regardless of what the kneelers say about us, we are not barbaric or savage. I just want more for our people. I understand you wish the same. You’re a great leader. Everyone sees it. Your daughters, your men…me. But just listen to this option. You don’t have to if you don’t wish to but at least spare the man’s life.”

“If I were to agree, what is your plan?”

“This man’s family once ruled dragons. It’s possible they still do.”

“Own dragons and yet still lost the war to the Lannisters? How?”

You shrugged. “I’m not sure but it’s possible he can conquer the throne again. If you’d let me, I’d like to speak with him and have a word. Maybe figuring out his motivations for being here.”

“It’s dangerous game you’re playing, sister. We can’t involve ourselves in these petty fights between kingdoms.”

“I understand but what’s a little bit of risk for a big amount of payoff. I know you’ve always wanted to own enough booze to make a grown man cry. Here’s our chance!” You say, smiling and nudging him.

He groans. “You’re incredibly stubborn but I will give this scheme some thought. You may speak to the man. After all, you’ve nearly killed him. It’s only right to face him.”

You hugged him. “Thank you! You will not regret it.”

“Not sure if you could say that just yet. How are you going to turn the bumbling fool into a king?” He asks.

You looked down at the man sleeping soundly and contemplated. “Well, I was once the wife of a nobleman. If this man needs an army, then diplomacy is the start.”

—————

Viserys opened his eyes to find you sitting in a chair beside his bed. He groans in pain, sitting up. As if the recollections of what happened last night crashed into him all at once, his pained look quickly shifts to anger.

“You! You shot me.” He sneers.

“I warned you not to step any further. You did so I made my choice. We both made choices last night.”

“Enlighten me. What was my choice, then? To die!”

“Yes! If you wished to attack me, then death would of been the result for you. You’re not dead because I simply chose to spare your life. You’re welcome.”

“Should I be gratuitous? I was at death’s door. You spared me not. I clawed my way back to life simply because I am a dragon.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to me? I don’t understand the language of kneelers.”

“You wretched uncultured swine. You and your people have disrespected me enough. I don’t know what I was thinking coming to wildling territory for any negotiations.”

“You sickly little weasel. I should’ve let you rot on the ground where you sobbed for your mommy.”

“Slandering of a king is punishable by death.”

“Good thing there is no king here.” You hissed.

Raising a hand, he smacks you across your face. Your face turned to the side and your hair sprawled across it by the impact. You turned back to face him slowly, licking lips to taste the saltiness of blood on them. You’re lip split from the hit. You see red. Red with pure rage like a bull locked on its target.

“That’ll teach you, pudgy woman.”

Jumping up on the bed and straddling him, you smacked one cheek then the other. He lets out a high-pitched yelps with each smack before taking his good arm to choke you. You choke him back.

Suddenly, a throat clears behind you. The two of you halting in your actions, eyes following the sound. It was the healer, standing awkwardly while he tried to understand what exactly he’d just witnessed.

You cleared your throat. “Sorry about that, Oden. This was nothing. I just felt the need to help this man with his poor, poor shoulder,” You slammed a fist hard against his wounded shoulder causing him to cry out and let your throat go. You hop off the bed and awkwardly played with your braid. “Well, I should be going now. The hunt begins soon.”

With that, you scurried out of the room feeling the healer and the silver haired man’s burning stare on you. Of course, this conversation had been an epic fail and you’ve accomplished nothing. The nerve of this man. How was one supposed to obtain an army if he was this unbelievably insufferable? No one would ever want to rule under this man. Maybe Tormund had been right.

—————

Tormund could see that you were noticeably pissed during the hunt. Whenever you’re pissed, you get extremely scary yet extremely good at hunting. Tormund and Ygritte exchange looks before turning to you.

“Something troubling you, dear sister? You have the aim of a seasoned archer. Most days, you could hardly hit a target that’s within breathing space.” Tormund asks, laying a concerned hand on your shoulder as you reached for another arrow.

“Maybe I just got really good. Nearly killed a man last night, did I not?” You muttered, shooting the arrow and perfectly hitting a wild boar in it’s side. The beast falls over. You go over to it, whispering a quiet prayer before jabbing the arrow deeper ending its life. “We’re eating boar tonight.” You say turning to see the horrified looks on their faces.

You hated the act of killing an animal so much so that you could never being yourself to stand close to a dying one. Yet in this evening, you’d done it without batting an eye. This was worrisome for the leader of the wildlings.

He pulls you to the side, squinting at your face.“Why’s your lip bruised?”

“It’s nothing. I clumsily bit it this morning.” You lied.

“It has something to do with that cunt, does it?” His eyes are wild and wide. “When I get my hands on him I’ll—”

“No! It’s fine. Yes, he did put his hands on me but I defended myself. You should see the state I left him in. He hollered like a bitch.”

“Why are you defending him?”

“Because I still believe this could work. I didn’t get any information from him so technically my plan hasn’t failed just yet.”

“Are you going to allow him to continue hitting you all for a hint of his name?”

“Of course not. He won’t dare to rest hands on me again. Just give me one more chance to prove this to you.”

“You’re a foolish woman.”

“The love of our people does that to a woman. Makes your stupid with ambition.”

“I’ll let you have this one last chance but no more.”

“Wonderful, brother,” You beamed. “So, should we be on our way home? I would kill for some supper.”

“No more killings for you, little one.” He shakes a hand in your hair then walks off to pick up the boar, throwing it over his back. You followed after along with the group as you made your way back to the camp.

When you all arrived, the healer is the first to approach the group. A look of frustration on his face as he explains himself. Apparently, ‘the king’ wasn’t pleased that his garments were removed and that he was made to wear the traditional free folk clothing. He’s in the tent as of now, throwing a tantrum and literally throwing things.

It took the strength of 4 men and Ygritte to stop him from entering the tent. You went in the line of fire eyes locking with the man-child.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve been fed, given a bed to rest in, treated for, dressed--”

“These rags smell like manure! Everything does!” He says, throwing some medical supplies across the room.

“Well, now the medic wishes you not to be here. Hmm. Where will you stay? It seems you’ve nowhere to go.”

“I have somewhere. My sister’s waiting for me. Her and those Dothraki animals.”

“Dothraki? You’ve got allies?”

“Yes and if you try to attack me again. I shall have the rain fire on this very camp.”

“I don’t believe you. Besides, we aren’t scared of the Dothraki. We have mutual understandings with them. Something you wouldn’t know because you know nothing.”

“I want to leave!”

“Leave then! Feel free to do so. No one’s held you captive. But I must warn you, beggars will be on you like flies to honey when they see that you’re wounded. You’ll be in no shape to defend yourself. Not that I believed you could defend yourself even if you had your two hands.”

“Oh, fuck off!” He says, swinging his legs to the side bed.

“Gladly. Goodbye.” Just as you turned to walk out of the tent, you hear him struggling to walk forward. He’s still weak from the blood loss.

He takes a step forward and just as he’s about to fall you catch him. Your eyes locked once more. It’s the first time you’d been this close up to his face. Your both breathing heavy for a reason you dare not to explore.

“I told you you’re in no condition to leave.”

He looks at you and it’s almost as if he’s enamored by your appearance. He is, in fact, charmed by you. You were quite attractive. Nicely shaped and robust. He can feel himself melting to your embrace. He breaks your enchanting touch, shaking off any thoughts of lust.

“I’m fine.” He says, teeth clenched. He stands himself up, walking in a jerky motion before finding his footing.

“Will you quit being so stubborn? I am willing to let you stay in home to rest.”

“You’re trying to torture me.”

You pull him by the medic’s gown, forcing him close to you. “You listen and you listen well. I have been patient with you long enough. I saved your life when I’ve had numerous occasions to leave you for dead. I’ve taken up for you despite my leader’s constant objections. All because I wished to know you and have my questions answered. So quit being a whiny little fuck for once in your godforsaken life and do some good for once.”

“Alright.” He grumbles, finally dropping the attitude.

“Good. Now I’m not too excited about you staying in home. Neither will my leader but it will be what must be accepted because the healer wants nothing to do with you unless it’s to check your injury.”

“That moron couldn’t tell a baby’s breath from sage. I don’t understand why he’s your healer.”

“I won’t tolerate any insults aimed at my people. So you either keep your comments to yourself or I’ll be force to physically silence you.”

He glares at you and you retort with an expression of your own. “Fine.” He crosses his arms.

“Good boy,” You smiled. Good boy. The sound of that stirred something within Viserys that he wasn’t sure he’s ever felt before. “Now why don’t we meet the others for supper. You are to be on your best behavior and answer all of my questions and in return…I’ll teach you to be king.”

“How on earth will a wildling woman teach me, a royal, how to be king?”

“That’s a talk saved for supper. Follow me.” You take his hand in yours, leading him.

Viserys never had a woman take charge so boldly the way you did. It was culturally shocking yet so refreshing. When you’d climbed his lap in the noon to slap him around, he did all he could to suppress an erection that begged to stand tall. No! He could not be willing to fuck a wildling girl. Clearly, he’s lost all common sense being in the presence of your people for so long. Once he’s healed enough, he’ll be gone and out of this hell never daring to look back.

————-

“So your sister is married to the Great Khal and she’s the tribe’s Khaleesi.” You reiterate, then took a bite of your meal. The two of you were sitting off somewhere within the camp alone, having a meal. You learned of his name, Viserys. You’d also learned of his sister Daenerys who sounded like a sweetheart compared to the man beside you.

“Yes, but those beasts have no need for me. They simply pretend as if I’m not there. Like I’m not there king.”

“I know Dothraki people to be of their word. If they say they’ll give you an army, they will fight for you. Did you not say that your sister is pregnant?”

“Yes, so.”

You rolled your eyes. “So…the Great Khal wishes for the birth of his child before he wishes to give his life to you. I don’t see that as unreasonable. Do you not wish for your nephew or niece to lay eyes upon their father before war?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “Well, I’m not a cold-hearted person.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Hey! If I can’t make any insults than neither can you towards me.”

“Fine.”

“Anyway, the child will have Dany to care for her. Now is the time to act. I want my crown and if they don’t act, I’ll be forced to take matters into my own hands.”

“Is that what you wished to do when you came here drunk as a lord? Was that taking matters into your own hands?”

“I came here by mistake. I was tired from walking. Those Dothraki cunts robbed me of my steed then named me ‘Sorefoot King’.”

You chuckled and he immediately shoots daggers in his stare. You quickly stifle your laughter. “Sorry.”

“They never liked me. Neither of ‘em. If they did, they’d treat me to gifts the way they did for my sister. They’re all fools.”

“I’m sorry that you feel that way,” You put a hand on his shoulder and he looks at you in surprise. “You shouldn’t harbor these negative emotions and hatred towards your sister. This is a win for the both of you. Your issue is your approach. And that’s where I come in. As a former wife of a nobleman, I picked up a few things about playing the game of thrones.”

“What could you possibly know about ruling a kingdom?”

“I know a lot more than you do. Like for starters, calling the people who will serve under names isn’t doing well for your campaign. Neither is going on and on about being the dragon. You sound like a child. People want a man to rule. You’ve shown no indications of maturity.”

“You don’t know me. I did things to get where I am today yet my sister receives the praise. I have every right to be angry. My sister was gifted 3 dragon eggs for which I wished to sell off and find a better more capable army. If that’s not maturity I’m not sure what is.”

“You know nothing, Viserys. Even if you were to sell those eggs, whose to say whomever you’ve sold them to wouldn’t just kill you and use them to conquer lands. It’s exactly why I grew tiresome of being within the walls. I’m tired of the wars. Innocent people dying because of foolish mistakes made by those in power. You should wish to be different if you wish to rule. Stealing those eggs would be a huge mistake. Leave them be.”

“You don’t know my life. I’m the last hope of a dynasty. The greatest dynasty this world has ever seen, on my shoulders since I was five years old, and no one has ever given me what they gave to her. Never. Not a piece of it. How can I take my crown without making these moves, hmm? Who can rule without wealth or fear or love?”

You stared hard at him. You pitied the man. He’d lost his parents, siblings, cousins, and people to the Lannisters and the crown was taken from him. What exactly was a five year old to do in those times other than to take this as their reality.

After supper, the group all said their goodnights. Obviously, Tormund had not been pleased to see you and Viserys going into a tent together. Viserys goes into your home first and before you could Tormund stop you.

“You need me to keep guard?”

“Look at him and me, dear brother. I can easily overpower him.”

“I know but I just can’t imagine you dealing with the bastard.”

“I’ll be fine. I got some great information. So far, I know that he’s got an army. The Dothrakis.”

“Wow. How’d he managed to get them?”

“His sister is their Khalessi. You see, things could look up for them and possibly for us for the winter.”

“You’re optimism is your best attribute but also your biggest disadvantage. I love the hope you carry but please but cautious of this man. I still don’t fucking trust him.”

“I know and you’re right. I just want to take that leap of faith. You know what life for me was like behind those walls. I was subjected to my husband who beat me senselessly everyday and never gave me the freedom for my own choices. I get to make the choices now. I just want to find a way to repay you and my people for taking me in.”

“You don’t have to go through crazy measures for that. We already love and accept you.”

“I know but this is something that I need to do.”

“If it means to you that much, then I won’t stop you. Have a goodnight, sister. And don’t fuck that bastard.”

You scoffed, blushing profusely. “You have an active imagination. In what way have I shown any interest that I’ve wished to do that with him?”

“Oden told me about this afternoon in the medic tent.” Tormund laughs.

“I was simply fixing the arsehole’s shoulder.” You defended.

The two of you said your goodnights and he headed to his tent. When you went into the tent, you noticed that Viserys had laid in your bed instead of on the ground where you’d made a place for him to sleep,

“You wish to share the bed?” You asked.

“Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor. It’s filthy.” He says in disgust.

“Fine.”

You began to strip down from your heavy clothing and Viserys eyes widened.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m stripping down to my night gown.”

“You’re naked.”

“Like you’ve never seen tits before.”

“O-of course, I’ve seen tits but a lady shouldn’t strip in front of a man who isn’t her lover.”

You noticed he’s flustered and you can’t help but smile.

“Oh so I’m a lady now? Not a wretched swine?” You teased. “Well, luckily for you those customs matter not here. Besides… I’m no lady.” You slipped on your night gown then got into the bed beside him.

You and Viserys made an effort to stay as far away from each other as possible. In your mind, you felt like the moment your skin touched his you’d immediately jump his bones as twisted as it was. You couldn’t sleep and although his back was facing you, you knew based off his stirring that he was awake, too.

He breaks the silence. “Me and My sister had to live off as street urchins struggling for food and shelter. I’ve been called plenty names but ‘The Beggar King’ hurts the most. I use to steal food from merchant carts for us to have something to eat. Once they recognized me as a thief, I sold myself off for sex in exchange for money. All to keep us afloat. We were the only family we had. So yes, sometimes I have some hatred towards her because it feels like she had it easy. I had to grow up.”

You stayed silent, letting him vent. He may have been a terrible person but he wasn’t always so bitter.

“I overheard you speaking with your leader. You’ve also had to fight for your place in this world even as a noblewoman. It’s probably why you didn’t hesitate to hit me back. I guess I deserved that,” He clears his throat. “Anyway, that’s off my chest. I’ve told you everything.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, well, how could I not when you’ve constantly threatened,” He laughs. For the first time you heard him laughs, you assumed he was incapable of joy unless inflicting pain on others. “Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight.” You whispered.

Silence again. Then, he breaks it once more. “C-could you play in my hair?”

“What?”

“It’s just that I’d do it myself but my dominant arm is out of service. I usually twirl a finger in my hair to calm me as I sleep.”

“I can’t believe you’re admitting that to me.”

“Me neither. It could just be the hallucinogenic herbs that healer gave me. Makes me talk nonstop and say stupid things. Forget what I said about playing in my hair.” He says, squeezing his eyes shut hoping to sleep and forget the conversation. Then, he felt your fingers running through his hair. It’s soft and silky. You’re fascinated by it’s beautiful near florescence.

He sighs from your touch, heart beating fast when he feels your breasts pressed up into his back now. Your hands leave his hair, going under his shirt now to feel his stomach.

“Does that feel good?” You whispered his ear.

“Uh huh.” Was all he could manage to say, his focus centered around your hand exploring his abdomen.

You kissed the shell of his ear, biting the earlobe as you made your way down his pants. You played with the pubic hair sticking out just above the waistband of his underwear. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want it.” He says in breathy voice.

You bring your hand up to his mouth. “Spit.”

He obliges, spitting into your hand. You use this hand to go into his underwear, wrapping your hand around the thick base to coat in his saliva.

“Oh Gods.” He groans. He helps you lower his pants a bit, his cock fully released from its restraint. You get to look down and see the white perfectly trimmed pubic hairs frame around a beautifully thick cock. He’s uncircumcised and usually it’d turn you off but you found it to be so alluring. You jacked him slowly, feeling him writher against you.

“Your cock is so big, Viserys. I want to feel it inside deep, deep, deep inside me.”

His eyes flutter close. He wished he could talk back and say anything but he was in such bliss that his mouth couldn’t allow him to waste energy of speaking. He turns his head to the side and captured his lips in a sensual kiss. Your tongues wrangling with one another. In the meantime, your grip tightened d around him and you began to stroke harder.

He began to whimper a little too loud for your liking. If you didn’t stop him, he’d wake the whole camp by the time he climaxes. You break from your kiss and place your free hand over his mouth while you continued to stroke him. He got louder and louder with each tug. Sometimes, you’d give some attention to his balls before going back up to his stroke the base once more.

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

He nods, frantically.

“Go on and cum for me, love. Make a mess in my hands.”

It was all the permission he needed to let go, he violently shook against you, whined and sobbed into your hand as you milked him for all he’s worth. Ropes of thick white cum shoot onto the mattress and on your hand.

You removed your hand from his mouth still stroking his sensitive cock but giving him the time to breathe the air around him. He whines with every tug until finally he couldn’t take it anymore placing his hand over yours to prevent you from continuing on.

“I’m sorry I might’ve overdone it.” You say against his neck in between kissing and sucking at the skin.

“That was possibly the hardest I’ve ever orgasmed.” He says, panting.

“It was a beautiful sight. You look so pretty under my control.”

“No woman can control me.” He refutes.

“We’ll see about that.” You smirked.

—————

You hardly had any rest last night. The night was spent with you and Viserys making out the entire night and heavy groping each other. With all the women Viserys has been with, none of then compared to you. Your touch went beyond sex. He could only imagine what it’d be like when he finally gets to have you. You being a wildling meant nothing to him. You were just two people starving for one another regardless of any titles.

When you had to get up in the morning, he couldn’t bare the thought of not having you pressed up against him. Not after knowing how incredible it felt to have your soft thick thigh wrapped around his waist or your arms that wrapped around him so tightly in a warm embrace. He’s only known you about a day and a half or 2 and he already couldn’t imagine being without you.

“I have to go.”

“5 more minutes.” Viserys says, muffled by his face buried your bosom.

“You said that 5 minutes ago,” You say, bringing his head up to look at you. “I must go. I have chores to do. Everyone contributes their part in our home.”

“Then, I’ll…join you.” He says, not sure if he meant it himself.

“You really don’t have to.”

“Aren’t you the one who said you’d help me be king? Today’s first lesson.”

“I guess you’re right. You won’t do any strenuous activities but I will want you to be kind to all that you encounter. That’s your first lesson.”

“Just to be kind,” He scoffs. “That’s easy.”

“Um, right.” You say, keeping your comments to yourself. You hop out of bed and got dressed, handing Viserys his original clothing to dress in again now that it was cleaned of the blood and patched up at the shoulder.

Going out into the camp meant that neither you nor Viserys can show any signs of affection. Tormund can sniff out the slightest indistinct movement and relate it to romantic advances like a pure bred hound.

Walking through the camp, the first task that you’ve decided would help Viserys break down his walls is going fruit picking with the children.

“Children? Ughh, I hate children.” Viserys groans.

“No, you don’t. Your just unfamiliar with them. Haven’t had to take care of another child since your sister. Now you get show of your kindness to children whom you don’t know for the simple fact that you want to be kind and nothing more in return.”

“How does this help me obtain my crown?”

“Because parents see how well you treat their children, they’ll see you as a charitable leader. People want to follow leaders that are charitable and kind. Why don’t you help those girls pick those berries from the bushes? You can talk and ask them questions. I’ll be right behind you.”

He sighs but, nonetheless, he persists. Heading over to the group of children, he picked the berries with them and instead if having to ask them questions the girls were quick to ask him questions about his hair and where he came. It was a wholesome moment that had you smiling like an idiot. The moment was only slightly ruined when he brought up being the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

You’d actually caught few smiles every now and then. He’s slowly learning the ways of kindness. It was enough…for now. But Viserys was a work in progress, he had a lot to learn about being king. Unlearning certain negative traits was only the beginning.

By the end of the day, Viserys had been eager to help nearly everyone all for the exchange of praises. If you’d known that praising him would make him this much of a pleasant surprise, you would’ve kissed his ass a day ago.

He runs up to you after building the fire for supper and he’s beaming with joy. “Did you see that? I practically taught your tribe a new way of building a fire. A sufficient way.”

“Yeah. I see that.”

“So does this mean your people will work with me?”

“Oh, sweet, Viserys. We’re not nearly enough for an army. Also, you this already…my people submit to no one. They’ll never willingly wish to be ruled. You must apply what you’ve learned when you get back to your sister. Show those Dothrakis that you’re there and you matter, too.”

He nods. “That’s sound advice.”

“Of course, it’s sound advice. I’ve not steered you wrong yet.”

You noticed Tormund, staring between you while he helped prepare the meat. That look only meant that he’d seen something between you and Viserys.

“Excuse me, Viserys. I must go speak with the leader.”

He nods and your briskly made your way to over to Tormund. The moment you got to him, you crossed your arms and pouted like a kid that didn’t have it their way.

“Why are you looking at me like this?” He asks.

“You were staring first.” You answered.

“Could I not stare?”

“Not the way you were. You looked at me as if your disappointed in me. What’d I do?”

He sighs, no long beating around the bush. “You fucked him?”

“Of course not.”

“There are love bites littered all over his neck.”

“So this deduces to the conclusion that I’ve fucked him? That’s just bruising from yesterday when I choked him, okay. Nothing more.” You lied. You hadn’t fucked him but he didn’t need to know that you’ve thought about it and that you’ve been thinking about it all day. You hated lying to a man who you cared for so dearly but you don’t wish for him to see you as a king’s whore for bedding Viserys.

“I apologize, sister. I’m just protective of you. That’s all. I don’t want your heartbroken once you see him for what he is the way I do.”

“It’s not like I’m so lovesick damsel. I just want to give him the benefit of the doubt.”

He nods. “You’re not a love sick damsel. You have the right to your decisions. I just hope one of those decisions aren’t to have him stick his cock in you.”

“Must you be so vulgar?” You groaned.

————

It was a week and a half since Viserys has arrived to your camp. He was practically a wildling by this point helping out your people even without your supervision. But he’s healed which meant that he’ll be leaving soon. You’d given him all that he needed to know about controlling his allies and gaining followers to regain his empire.

Of course, there were moments of push back by the arrogant fool, believing himself to gain power without the commands of a woman. You’d straightened him up whenever you were alone in your tent denying him from orgasm when every you stroked his cock. It was torturous for you not being able to sleep with him whenever you’d seen his large member. But you swore not to go that far unless you’d end up attached.

“Gently relax your fingers to release your bow. Trust in yourself.” You stayed behind from the hunt to help prepare for dinner with the others when you ended up giving a lesson to Viserys about shooting with a bow and arrow.

He lets go of the arrow and it flies passed the tree he’s aimed at. “What the fuck? I specifically targeted that tree.”

“It takes a time to measure whether your aimed exactly on your target or not.”

“Bows and arrows are a waste of time. Why not just use a sword like everyone else?” He pulls out his sword from the holster.

“I just choose not to. Not everyone could find sword of Valyrion steel. Also, I don’t know how to use a sword.”

“I can teach you to use mine.”

“You know how to use your sword.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing.”

He shoots you an annoyed look. “Anyway, let me teach you how to swing.”

He hands you his sword before coming up behind you. Placing his hands over yours, he helps you get comfortable swinging it around. It’s heavy and the weapon frightened you yet you felt so secure in his arms.

At one point, your ass brushed against his erection and he lets out a low groan. Closing the space between your bodies, you melt into him. Your bodies flushed against one another as he lightly grinds his hard cock into your plush bottom. You look back at him. The two of you forgetting the task at hand, the sword drops to the floor.

“We should stop. Tormund will show up any moment.”

“To hell with him. I want you to fuck you apart.”

“No, he’s my leader and I will not disrespect him in this way.”

“Because your both in love with one another?”

“What? Absolutely not. He’s like family. My brother.”

“That’s typical Targaryen custom.”

“To fuck family? You’ve done it…with your sister.”

“Of course not.”

“Do then why my brother?”

“How can you not see that he cares for you? He’s constantly staring at us. He won’t allow you and I to fuck as we please. He’s always trying to attack me on your behalf.”

“That’s just what brothers do. You should understand this from someone who’s had to fight for their survival along with their sister.”

He exhales deeply. “I think it’s different. I think he cares for you more than that and you’re to in denial to see it.”

“You’re wrong and you don’t know him or me.”

“Apparently neither do you.”

You glared at him for while when you heard the chortling and laughter of the hunting group. Pushing passed Viserys, you went to greet the group.

For the rest of the night, you avoided both Tormund and Viserys. You needed to rethink everything. No way did Tormund see you more than just family. Absolutely not! Viserys believes he has your people all figured out when in reality he was as clueless as the kneelers within the walls.

When the time for slumber fell, you decided to stay out and drink with the watchmen instead of going into your tent. You’d gotten slightly intoxicated and the men quickly cut you off and escorting you to your tent.

You stomped inside your tent annoyed that the men believed you to be a lightweight. Viserys wasn’t there. Nowhere in your tent. Had he left? His sword wasn’t put up anywhere either.

You felt yourself slowly begin to tear up at the thought of him leaving without saying goodbye. Of course he’d leave. He had no obligations to you and he’s practically. He had his people to return to, as well. Tormund said that he’s break your heart. You never thought you’d become so attached so soon but here you were sobbing in your cot for him.

The tent entrance opens up and you quickly sprung up. It’s Viserys. He hadn’t left after all.

“What’s wrong? Why do you shed tears?”

You wiped at your face. “I’m not sure.”

“It’s about what I said? About Tormund being in love with you.”

“No. I just don’t know. Okay?! I don’t understand these feelings that I have for you right now but just moments ago I thought you’d left. I was so scared I’d never see you again.”

“I was only trying to practice the bow and arrow,” He says sitting at your bedside. “I felt like a failure for not being able to shoot the darn thing. I’ve never even raised a sword in combat. Real combat. I thought if I could shoot at least one arrow at a target, I’d be worthy enough to be king. But I’d never leave you without saying goodbye. If I’m honest, I’ve healed for quite some time ago. I simply stayed because I can’t leave yet. Not without you. I only questioned your love for your leader because I knew you wouldn’t leave with me.”

“As much as I yearn for you, I can’t follow you. This is where I belong. I’ve left a life of nobility for my freedom. Going with you will only continue the pattern.”

“I won’t lay a hand on you. Not ever again. I will be better than your husband. I will treat you as a queen should.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to be queen. I just want you.”

You crawled over to him on all fours and pressed a soft kiss to his lips then slowly pulled away.

“I leave tomorrow,” He whispers. “If I leave here without you. We will never meet again. But I will protect your people. I will make sure your given clothes, food, weapons—anything you need really. It will be my appreciation to you. For teaching me how to be a leader and how to let go of the anger I have inside me.”

You breathed our your relief. “Thank you.”

He nods. “I should get some rest. I have a long road ahead of me.”

He removes his shoes and most of his clothes remaining in his underwear. He crawls into laying on his side. You lay back as well, your eyes taking in each other’s faces to commit them to your memories.

“That night when you first touched me,” Viserys begins. “Why did you do it? I enjoyed it, yes, but you showed no signs that you wanted me in this way.”

“If I can be honest, I wanted you the moment I learned your name. When you told me about your life, I just wanted to protect you and show you the love you’ve never received. It turns out I needed this a lot more than you.”

“I need you more than you could ever know. Kiss me once more. I can’t imagine leaving without feeling your lips on mine.”

You soothe down his hair then cupped his face, pulling him into a sensual kiss. It’s deep and your tongues play a massive part in eliciting moans from one another. You roll your bodes so that you’d rest on top of him. Pulling off your night gown, you rock back and forth over his hard erection.

He gasps at the feeling. He swore he could feel how wet you were through the barriers of cloth.

Rising up just enough, you lowered his underwear to around his knees then pushed your panties to the side. You were aching badly enough that you could burden yourself to go into foreplay. You wanted him now.

He lines his cock with your dripping core then you sunk down, taking all 10 inches of him into your warm channel.

You both moan simultaneously. He grips you hips but you remove them, pinning them above his head.

“Don’t move them.” You bounced on his cock and already the unmistakable squelching fills the room.

He’s whimpering and will soon get louder. He knows he should be keeping quiet. Usually, he wouldn’t care to make noise regardless of your need to hide your relationship with him but he knew if he did you’d stop. If you were to stop, he’d for sure die. So, his best bet to stifle his moans were simply to bite his lip.

You were rocking and grinding against him your clit rubbing against his bony pelvis. There was something about having this man beneath you that set you in a frenzy. You could easily overpower him and toss him around like your little boy toy but you’d remained gentle enough because he needed some tenderness.

You hover your face over his taking his bottom lip into your mouth. This was a bad idea as he reverted back to loud moaning. He sounded so pathetic yet so erotic causing more of your slick to run down his length and inner thighs. Sadly, you needed to silence him or this could end shortly. You french kissed him once more a hand wrapped loosely around his throat while you did so.

You felt so good around him. Your plump ass colliding against his lap along with the pillowy sensation of your cunt and thighs made his eyes roll into the back of his skull. He wished to worship your body. To kiss every fold, every curve, every part of you. He figured he’d have the whole night to do this. Being well-rested meant nothing to him in this moment.

“Ungh, fuck mommy please.” He whispers against your lips. His eyes snapped to your looking slightly embarrassed.

“Mommy will take care of you, baby. Let me make you feel good.” You assured.

“Can I touch you now, mommy?”

“Yes, you may.”

He sits up, sucking on your hardened nipple while his hands were on your ass to guide you up and down on his length.

“Spit in my mouth, Viserys. Please.”

He’s shocked to see you give this one chance of power over you. It swelled pride in his chest and for a moment he already felt like a true king.

He digs his thumb and index finger into your cheeks forcing your mouth open. You hold out your tongue and spits on it. You immediately retracted your tongue into your mouth swallowing and savoring his taste.

“So good. I’m so close.”

Viserys fucks up into you. Your hungry cunt swallowing him inside as if it didn’t want to let go. He felt you flooding him with each hit against you g-spot.

“Such a good boy. You love making mommy cream all over you.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” He chants, timing it with his thrusts. He can feel his balls drawing up. He was going to cum hard and soon. “I’m going to cum.”

“Me, too. Please cum in me. Want to have a piece of you inside me.”

“Shit! Ah, oh fuck. You’re making me cum,” He says breathless, eyes rolling into the back of his head once again. His back is against the mattress, letting you have your way with him as his warm essence coats your walls. As exhausted as he was, he managed to bring a hand up to your clitoris, rubbing profusely.

You tighten around him so hard that after spurt of cum shoot through you. You cum hard, your world shattering before you. You bite into you arm to keep from screaming. Viserys senses your clenching and unclenching pussy soaking him and he takes the added lubrication to fuck faster into you, adding heightened sense sensation to your orgasm. He’s ruthless with his movements on your clit as well and you convulse, squirting your juices all over him.

Once you’d calmed down enough, the two of you ground into each other to the point if sensitivity. The aftershocks ran through your bodies until you were both spent. You finally removed yourself on top lying beside, both panting for air in the now thick atmosphere.

“I love you.” Viserys says then kisses your forehead.

“I love you, too.” You admitted.

“If you ask me to stay here with you and your people. I’d say yes.”

“What about the crown? Your throne?”

“None of it matters if I don’t have you. I want to spend my life with you. For you to be the mother of my children.”

You cradled his face. “There’s nothing more I would love than for you to stay here with me…but you can’t. You’ve wanted the crown for so long. Fought to survive for the chance to one day rightfully gain your title. I don’t wish to take that from you. I don’t want you to regret. You belong on the throne. You’ll be the only man I’ll ever see truly as a king because you know what it is to suffer and you don’t wish this for your people. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay. I’ll always love you, Viserys.”

“I’ll always love you, Y/N.” He could feel himself getting teary-eyed. He felt ashamed to be so vulnerable in front of you. But you wiped away his tears and kissed him softly. He immediately forgot his shame.

The rest of the night you held each other, your naked bodies intertwined. It was the happiest you’ve been in love in a long time. You slept soundly against warm body, hoping tomorrow will never come.

————

A few years went by and you’ve not heard a word from Viserys. At first, you were convinced he forgot about you and that you’ve failed your people. But it was much worse. You learned that he was dead and that his sister was the last of her people. The one who’d take the throne.

You felt sick. Cried many nights. Even after so many years, your love for him was never displaced. You blamed yourself for not asking him to stay. Had he stayed, he’d be alive…with you. With his son.

“Mother,” Your son, Haegarth, runs towards you straight into your arms. The silver white of his hair the striking resemblance of his father. “How was your hunt?”

“It went well.”

“I’d love to hunt someday, mother. I want to be as brave and tough as you.” He points.

You laugh. “And that you will.”

“W-was my father brave, too?” He says looking nervously at the ground then back at you.

You give him a sincere smile. “He was more than brave. He was truly like a king.”

Your boy smiles widely and you both walk hand and hand, joining the rest of the group. The future of your life was to be decided by the Gods but you hoped someday you’ll one day be reunited with your love again.

#house targaryen #house of the dragon #game of thrones #viserys targaryen #viserys iii targaryen #daenerys targaryen #game of thrones au #game of thrones fanfiction #viserys targaryen x reader #viserys targaryen x reader smut #enemies to lovers #forbidden romance #forbidden relationship #harry lloyd #hotdedit #fanfiction #gotedit #tormund giantsbane #ygritte #viserys targaryen angst #viserys targaryen smut #daemon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x daemon targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra #smutty fic #house of dragon fanfiction #ao3 #chubby!reader #dark fic

[babyxbluexmoon]

☁︎ ash girl | pt. 1 ☁︎

Na'vi! Jake Sully! x Fire! Na'vi! Fem! Reader/Oc!

Warnings: Not proof read.

synopsis : Jake Sully had been living with the omaticayas as one of them for quite a couple years now, and after learning the forest, the creatures off by heart, he finds something new.

Jake watched his best friend, Neytiri, marry the man of her dreams with a smile on his face. He knew her and Tsu'Tey would make womderful leaders for the clan. He had been a Omaticaya for the last three years now, and it has been the best time of his life. He could walk, run, he was free. He new knew this forest like the back of his hand, and the creatures like the back of his five fingered hand.

However, it was then he almost felt something watching. He turned to look over his shoulder, and his eyes widened slightly at a shadow like figure quickly moving out of sight. All he saw was a flash of.. red? Though it didn't look like an animal, more.. a na'vi. He got too curious and decided to follow it, the important part of the ceremony was over now, so he could come back for the after celebration.

He ran after the figure, using his senses and soon heard a.. Thanator? He approching quickly but quietly, and peeked around a tree, a gasp excaping his lips at the sight. There stood a red na'vi woman. She was a light red colour with darker red markings, and blacl paint around her eyes, a few stripes on her arms, and thighs, and ankles. She wore silver jewlery, two silver rings in each ear, a silver necklace, and a silver chain around her waist.

She wore black clothes over her breasts with no straps,then a black ripped mini like skirt covering her low regions. The thanator had red paint over his black body, and he found it interesting how she connected with him, and got onto its back. "She connected with a Thanator..?" He mumbled, but then saw her ears twitch and she looked right at him. Her eyes were a firey orange, blazing into his soul, darker than an Omaticaya.

"Uhh.. hi?" He spoke, and she quickly sped off woth the Thanator. "He-hey! Wait!" He ran after them, but soon had to call on his ikran, amd chased them. He landed infront of her, and his ikran roared, causing the Thanator to roar back and she hissed at him. "Hey, hey. I'm not threat." He said in thena'vi language, and she tilted her head when she saw his extra finger. "Demon.." the red girl spoke and he blinked a few times. "Excuse me?" He asked and she hissed loudly again.

She pulled out an axe like weapon, and Jake flinched, and gulped. "Wait, wait.. I am Na'vi. I promise, I am Na'vi." he said gently, and she tilted her head. "You omaticaya?" she asked and he nodded, "Yes, I am apart of that clan. I was sky person, now I am na'vi. I adapted." He said to her and she seemed to think for a moment, then slowly lowered her weapon and spoke english. "I sorry.. I no used too... this?" She spoke, her english was broken, but not bad, honestly.

"What.. what kind of Na'vi are you?" He asked her and she looked down for a moment, then back at him. "You people know I people as people of ash. Ash People." The woman replied and he slowly got off his Ikran, and she swung herself off of her Thanator and approched him. Before he could blink, she took ahold of his hand, inspecting it intensley with those sharp orbs. Her eyes were like slits, and the pupils so.. diamond like. Beautiful.

"My name is Jake.. you?" He asked, and she looked up at him. "Zuru'iki." He repeated the name in his mind, smiling slightly and feeling his heart pound slightly harder as she ran her fingers over the lines on his palm, and his extra finger. "You strange." She said, her voice was slightly deeper than Neytiri's, but gentle. "You are strange aswell.." he replied, looking at her hair that was half shaved, long and straight. No beads, no braids, no feathers.

However, she did have silver jewles around the her head, held up by her ears. On the middle of her head, between her eyes,but a bit higher but a silver cross shape, with ingraved markings covering it. She was stunning. Gorgouse. Outstanding. Every word the male could think of. "Zuru'iki.. where do you come from?" He asked, being curious. Neytiri never mention ash people before, and especially not red skinned na'vi folk.

She let go of his hand and pointed to three moutains, one huge one in the middle, and two smaller ones slightly infront of it. "There I home. There me clan." She said, and he nodded slowly, "may.. I go there?" He asked, an urge to learn of these new na'vi's. She shoom her head, "You omaticaya. You clan not happy you come." He took him a second to understand her, but spon caught on and sighed. "Then.. may I talk with you about it. We could find a place to sit?" He offered. "I would.. honestly, like to get to know you." He said.

She thought about it, and looked bacl at her thanator with a quesrioning expression, and the beast made a noise, seeming to shrug. She turned back to him and nodded. "We sit there." The girl pointed to a floating moutain, and he wondered howshe would get up there without an Ikran, but shrugged and nodded. "Alright, want a lift?" he offered, but she shook her head and we over to her companion.

He got on his Ikran and flew up into the aor, watching as her thanator ran through the trees, then stopped at the edge, looking up at the floating moutain. Suddenly the thanator walked away and Jake stopped Bob, the Ikran in mid air, wondering if she decided to leave, bit suddenly they came running back, and the thanator leapt off of the edge, and almost flew across the gap upwards, until landing on the floating moutain. "Whoa..". Jake flew over and got off thecreature again, detatching his braid and going over to her who also detatched her from from her beast. "That was amazing."

They sat down together and while Jake crossed his legs, she dangled hers over the edge, his Ikran sat on a ledge behind them and her Thanator curled up next to her. "So.. what do they meant by 'Ash people'?" He asked and she looked over, then pointed to the tallest moutain. "Watch." She spoke and after a couple minutes, as he was about to ask what he was looking for, the moutain, which turned out to be a valcano splurted out lava. "Most na'vi die near.. but we touch and be fine." She explained. "We fire na'vi. We one with fire." She explained and he gave a surprised expression.

"Why choose na'vi?" She asked, they had been talking for over an hour now, night slowly falling. Jake didn't mean too, but he slightly forgot the celebration, he didn't want this to end. Talking with her. "I betrayed my race because we were in the wrong. I fell in love with the forest, with the animals , and with the people." He said and she nodded slowly. "You betray sky people.. brave." Zuru'iki praised.

Her use of english made him chuckle every so often, the way she would forget to add words, or pronounce words wrong. The only sentence she could truely say propperly was, 'I see you' and he only knew that because she spoke to her thanator. "I see you, Omopaoni." She said, and he almost purred, nuzzling her. "Omopaoni? Thats a neat name. Did you pick it?" He asked and she shook her head. "He born it. He tell me when bonded." She replied and he made an 'ooo' expression. "You can understand them?".

"We understand Thanator. Thanator understand us. We one Thanantor." She explained and he understood, it reminded him of some of the other clans, how one clan were only horse riders, and another bonded only with Ikrans. These ones bonded with Thanators. Jake found that brilliant, considering one chased him the first time he came to the forest and how Neytiri explained that they did not like na'vi.

The night became darker and darker, and the little white dots on both their faces illuminated, aswell as the plants around them. It was then he noticed the orange flame like glow in the middle of the three moutains, and wondered how he never noticed it before. Why only now was he discovering this new side of na'vi. "Why dont you and the omaticayas get along?" He asked, "and also, why are you here?".

"In old time, ash and forest fight over land. Ash want fire, forest want tree. Soon, ash murder many forest, making ash outcast na'vi." She explained and he nodded slowly, understanding. "I here, i sent here by olo'eyktan, see." She said, now that he didn't understand, but decided not to ask further, but then she answered for him. "Olo'eyktan curious omaticaya." She explained and he nodded, noe he understood.

"I get back, dark." She spoke and Jake felt that he did not want her to go, he wanted to keep talking to her. More than he wanted to talk to Neytiri when they first met. "Wi-will I see you again..?" He asked her as she got onto her thanator, then looked at him. "Do wish too?". He nodded frantically, "I-I really like talking to you. Could we.. meet here again?" He asked and she nodded. "We can. Tomorrow, Jake Sully." With that, her Thanator jumped roght off the floating rock and he gasped, running to the edge and watxhing as they handed on a tree branch, then too the floor, heading towards the moutains.

"Wow.." he said, a sicky feeling in his stomach, but it was an addictive feelings, like little wings fluttering. Like anxiety, but he wasn't in panic or fear. "Until tomorrow, Zuru'iki..".

____

Jake Sully woke up extra early, getting on his Ikran and flying to the floating rock. He didn't care if it would be hours before seeing her, he'd been up all night awaiting day break. Bow sat on the rock, he looked out at the three moutains, longing just to see her red face with black paint, and soon he couldn't help himself. He flew his companion towards the fire na'vi.

As they got closer, he could already feel the heat, but admired what he saw. Huge flowers surrounding the moutains, fire and orange coloured like a burning flame with black middles. Then there was the village, no trees, but little stone caves for homes, statues, those firey flowers. There there was a big tree in the middle, burnt but covered in lights, red lights made of glow stones, their hometree. Thanators roamed freely, each with red marked painting on their bodies and faces.

He hid behind a fire flower on the smallest moutain, and scanned the area until he finally spotted her, Zuru'iki. She was speaking to a very tall na'vi, red like her, an elder man. He decided to get closer, leaving his ikran to perch and soon he was in the village, hiding behind a couple painted rocks. "Sempul(father)! I try best!" He heard and gave a confused expression.

"You stupid, like child!" He yelled back, "you betray the people! Talk with omaticaya man!" He said and Jakes eyes widened slightly. "Sempul.. he not bad omaticaya, he not like people! He talk me, curious!" She yelled back and suddenly he turned to her and screamed. "You betray me! You just like you sa'nok(mother)! Curious.. curious get you killed, stupid girl!" He said, then turned away from her. "You no speak me until I ready.. I not look at you." He walked away as tears ran down her red cheeks, and Jake growled lowly, making her ears twitch.

She looked over and spotted him, making her mouth drop. "What you do here!?" She loudly whisperedd, coming over and looking at him, continuously looking around to make sure no one else was looking. The tears were still running down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them. "I-I couldn't wait to see you.. I just really.. I really wanted to talk to you again." He whispered back, and then wantes to wipe those tears but restrained himself.

"You stupid.." she said, but she was giggling which made him smile at her quite lovingly. "Not here." She said with a smile, and then grabbed his hand, "come, come." She said and sprinted him to a cave, her cave. She closed the curtains made of stripped silver, like crystals before looking at him. "It nice see you." She said, lighting the fire to brighten the dark cave. There was only one big bed in here, showing she lived alone. Her thanator sleeping outside beside the cave under a wooden made like hut, with his own fire keeping him warm.

"You not be here!" She said, pushing on his chest gently, giving him that sicky feeling again. "I know, I know.. I just.. couldn't resist." He chuckled and she rolled her eyes, sitting own on a soft looking bean bag, and he sat on the other. He looked atvher skin, glimmering in the flame lit light, and how the silver made her really pop. On top of that, she was daughter of the olo'eyktan.. she was gorgouse.

"Your really pretty.." Jake mumbled, and her eyes widened slightly, then she seemed to look flustered and he smirked slightly. 'Why is she so.. alluring...?' He wondered, staring at her shy smile. "Are you.. mated?" He asked, and he couldn't believe those words left his lips. "No, why?" She asked and he played it off cool. "Just curious. Being the cheifs daughter means you have to find a mate before a certain age right? How old are you?" He asked, "I twenty year old." She replied, "and yes, but no fire male catch eye. I no interest." She explained and he felt a little happy by that.

'Am I.. falling for her..?' He wondered, and his question was answered when she said, "you pretty." She said, "you catch eye." She seemed to realise what she said and looked down, making his eyebrows raise and his lips part, but then she stood up. "But you omaticaya. So it don't matter if you pretty not." She walked over to a table of weapons, and Jake saw the axe she held yesterday, a few knife or daggers, and what seemed to be poisonous flowers.

"Why... why should that matter..?" He asked her softly, and she looked back at him. "We be enemies. No friends." He was kind of happy she considered them friends, but now thinking about it, he wished they were more. "What if.. I don't want to be enemies.. what if you catch my eye aswell..?" He asked and her heart skipped a beat, now that sicky feeling in her stomach.

"It no work-", "You don't know that, Zuru'iki." He approched her, but she backed away so he respectfully stopped, putting his hands up. "I will not touch you unless you say so, Zuru. But.. I want to be the.. the one to catch your eye." He admitted. "I know we only met yesterday, and we barely know one another but I really.. like being around you." He said and she found herself agreeing. "Why dont, we see how it goes? We hang out every day we can, and.. save eachother for awhile?" He offered.

"Save?" She asked, "Like, dont mate with anyone until we know how we really want.. us to go?" He explained and she gulped gently. "You determind.." she let out a soft chuckle, making him lower his hands. She stayed quiet for a moment, then sighed and spoke, "I do it. But reasons I no promises." Zuru'iki had a point of no promises, but that was enough for this five fingered na'vi. "Its settled then."

#atwow #avatar twow #nature #avatar #jake sully #jake sully x oc #jake sully x reader #na'vi x reader #na'vi #love story #forbidden relationship #forbidden love #fire #pandora #na'vi x y/n #neytiri #tsu'tey #thanator #creatures #jake sully x y/n #jake smut

[gurugirl]

The Forbidden Part II *

Summary: Harry is your stepbrother and from the first moment you two met there’s been an intense attraction that you’ve been unable to deny. This story follows you and Harry from 22 years old to 28 years old. Life and outside opinion get in the way of you and Harry ever really being able to be happy together in the way you both want.

Pairing: artist!reader + musician!harry

A/N & Warnings: this will be a multi part short series (short for me). This is stepbrother!harry and reader mc so if you aren’t into that this series won’t be for you. Warnings include lots smut, lots of angst, mentions of drug use and inebriation by alcohol, cheating, NSFW, 18+ only (comprehensive list for all parts - I may add to this in the future). 8.9k words

Part I*

Part II ☕️It Can’t Happen Again☕️

You were nudged awake by Harry who was lying behind you, tucked into your back as that was all the room your old twin bed allowed.

“Got to take a piss. S’cuse me.” His groggy morning voice was cute but you could barely open your eyes. You were absolutely exhausted.

After you’d both fallen asleep last night you kept waking up because of how uncomfortable it was to share such a small bed with Harry. And then once he woke up too and began kissing your neck you really couldn't go back to sleep. Slowly, lazily at first he kissed over your skin. It was nice. It turned you on. Pressing your ass into him he rocked forward to rub his quickly rising prick into you. You felt him grow as he rutted his hips. You kept your eyes shut the whole time and Harry’s breathless moans in your ear between soft kisses at your neck were relaxing and exciting all at once.

Eventually you soaked through your shorts and Harry pulled them down to your thighs as he lowered his briefs and rubbed his hard cock over your slit and wet himself and then nudged your arousal into your soft bottom which he used to fuck himself. You were plenty wet for him so he had a nice slick space to use to get off. With your eyes still shut you let him rub into your bum cheeks as you smoothed your fingers over your clit.

Your tiny whimpers and Harry’s low moans were barely above a whisper and it would be unlikely anyone would hear you in the hallway. But it was your bed, the thing was probably over a decade old, that would give you away. The slushing noise of Harry riding into your ass cheeks coated in your arousal was no louder than your tired moans. The rhythmic rocking and squeaking sound of your bed was unmistakable, though.

Harry’s movements picked up as he neared his orgasm, as did your own gasping and moaning. With the increased pace Harry was awarded the perfect friction and he came onto your low back with a heavy groan that was louder than it should have been, along with the bed rocking from his forceful pace.

Your own orgasm was light and gentle. Nothing like what you’d had earlier with Harry. He jumped out of bed and wiped up your back and in between your legs then himself before settling back in behind you. That little extra orgasm was all you two needed to fall right back to sleep.

Now, however, Harry was trying to climb over you to get out of bed without hurting you. You suddenly realized what was going on and sat up to move aside for him.

“Hey, um… let me just check the hallway first, make sure no one is out there.” You say after yawning.

You stand up and stretch your limbs before shuffling toward your door, unlatching the lock and slowly opening the door to peek into the hall.

You turn to Harry, “Okay. I don’t see anyone.”

Harry sleepily heads to the hallway and you close your door and hop back into bed, falling right back to sleep.

When you awake again you realize you are in your bed alone. You don’t know how long you slept after Harry went to use the bathroom or if he came back to bed with you or not. The sun is telling you it’s late morning.

You gently step out of bed and pick up your cellphone to see that it’s 10:37 am. You yawn and stand to your toes. You feel a little spark of excitement at seeing Harry. You wonder if he’s already downstairs with your dad and his mom. You make a trip to the bathroom first and notice how oddly quiet it is. There’s no way your dad and Anne are still asleep. After the bathroom you head toward the stairs to go down and notice that the room Harry would have been occupying appears untouched, the door open, and bed perfectly made.

You suddenly had a bad feeling in your gut. Something wasn’t right. You gingerly made your way down the stairs and strained your ears to hear anything but there was nothing but silence.

When you walked through the living room and then to the kitchen you saw Harry sitting at the small round kitchen table looking down at his phone and then you saw your dad standing up near the window, back to you as he appeared to be just looking out into the backyard.

“So quiet in here, thought everyone had left me home alone.” You greet as you enter the kitchen to make some coffee, which strangely there was none of.

Harry’s head shot up when he heard your voice and he frowned before giving you a look you couldn’t identify. Then your dad turned to you and he was frowning, disappointment in his features.

You look from Harry to your dad and then speak again, “Uh… where’s Anne?”

You dad crossed his arms over his chest, “She went out to buy more coffee. We’re low.”

You breathe out a nervous laugh, not quite sure why the tension is so thick, “No wonder you two look like grouches. Haven’t had your morning cup yet.”

You sat down at the table and Harry’s eyes were still on yours. The strange, upset look he was giving you made you feel on edge. You looked to your dad.

“You guys okay?” You felt the sudden crushing weight of reason on you as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. All at once you realized you’d been caught.

Your dad came to the table and sat down as you now watched him with wide eyes, awaiting his words, his disappointment, his hurt.

“Look… I’ve already discussed this with Harry so I’ll just be quick before Anne gets back.” He clasped his hands on the table before him and took a deep breath before continuing, “I heard you two. I won’t say anything else about it and I won’t tell Anne because it would break her heart, but I will tell you that it cannot happen ever again. You just can’t… I just hope you got it out of your system because… it can’t happen again.”

You looked at Harry who was looking down at his hands. You were too ashamed to look at your dad. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?

“It won’t happen again, sir. I’m sorry. You’re right. We just got a little too comfortable, and the wine...” Harry mumbled and then glanced at you before looking at your dad. You dad nodded and remained quiet.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah. Sorry. We didn’t like, have sex sex if you’re worried about…”

“NOPE! I don’t need details. I just need to know you aren’t going to do, whatever the fuck you were doing, again. Okay?” Your dad raises his brows and the pitch of his voice at you and you nod.

By the time Anne returned with coffee Harry was making an excuse to leave, something you wish you could do but for some reason felt guilty for. So you stayed until 2 in the afternoon, hours after Harry rushed out. The rest of your stay was tortuous and painful.

You didn’t know what you were feeling. You did regret your actions a little. But what you and Harry had done wasn’t that bad was it? Also, he was really good at eating you out. You never even had the chance to attempt to give him a blow job. The rest of your evening you were lost in your thoughts about Harry. You’d never met anyone like him and you really found him to be someone you could easily become very close to. Maybe a little too close, but still.

You pulled out your large canvasses, smoked a joint, turned on some music and began to create. Your emotions, and confusion steered you. But you painted for hours and didn’t worry yourself to work on any of your commission pieces, you just needed to lay the paint onto the canvas and feel everything

When you’d come to a place you felt good leaving you peeled your overalls off (you never wore anything under your overalls while you painted) onto the cloth drop below you and stepped out of the material to walk naked across your studio straight to your tiny galley kitchen. You opened your refrigerator and grabbed the carton of orange and carrot juice you always had on hand. You poured yourself a tall glass of the cold juice and headed to your bathroom.

You still smelled like sex and sweat. Even though you’d wiped up after both times, a real shower was in order. You took a gulp of the juice and then started the water, waiting for the perfect temperature before switching the direction of the flow of water from the tub spout to the shower head. You took another quick sip of your juice and then got into your warm shower, finally rinsing the smell of Harry off your body.

After scrubbing yourself and getting squeaky clean and thoroughly moisturized you went to your bedroom to cuddle into your comfy bed, where you’d sleep so much better than the night before, you thought to yourself.

Plopping back into your pillows you picked up your phone to two Instagram notifications from All_Hail_Harry.

You quickly opened up the messages and sat upright on your bed as your heart rate picked up.

All_Hail_Harry, 10:58 pm

hey

All_Hail_Harry, 11:30 pm

my band is playing a set tonight at midnight at the echo ::link::

You looked at the clock and realized it was 11:36 pm. As you began typing to him that you would be there (really??!!) You received another message from him.

All_Hail_Harry, 11:36 pm

no pressure. but i wanted to talk to you. plus you can hear what I sound like live.

You bit your lip. And hit send.

24ktart, 11:36 pm

YES. see you soon ish

You run to your bathroom and begin brushing your hair and tweezing stray pubes (because you never know, and if you’d ever seen Harry you’d fucking do the same, stepbrother or not), swiping on mascara and deodorant and then finding the perfect outfit which was basic high waisted jeans, a white t shirt tucked in, red chucks, and your moto style black leather jacket. Your hair would air dry and become wavy but you were in a hurry to get on the road so you could make it to the bar by midnight.

When you’d found a spot to park you walked as fast as you could toward the entrance of the building. You looked down at your phone to message Harry that you’d arrived but you saw another message from him.

All_Hail_Harry, 11:50 pm

tell the bouncer your name and you're with me, you won’t get charged entry

24ktart, 11:56 pm

just parked. and thx!

You breeze through the bouncer once you tell him your name and who you’re with. You assume you’ll be standing in the room as they play, which you didn’t mind. You didn’t know how long his set was but you’d happily stay put until the end so you two could talk.

The room was pretty full of people. Most of them seated at tables, some standing up near the stage and you decided to get in as close as possible to the stage, but toward the side a bit for some breathing room. You'd have a good view of Harry and it was possible that if the lighting was right he'd be able to see you as well.

You messaged Harry one more time even though you knew he'd be about to come on stage.

24ktart, 12:00 am

here by the stage, near the side. fyi

When you slid your phone into your back pocket some people came out onto the stage. A girl at the drums, a guy with a guitar, another with a bass guitar and they began to fool around, playing a rocky tune before the tune turned into something much tighter and purposeful and that's when Harry stepped out onto the stage at the front center near the microphone with a guitar strapped to his front.

He strutted up like he owned the whole bar and grinned shyly out into the crowd. His dimple on display and then he let out a small laugh into the microphone before looking down at his fingers as he strummed the strings of his guitar and then back out to the audience, leaning in to the mike, "I'm Harry and we're Harry and the Humans. I hope you enjoy our music.”

With that he stepped back a bit and started just jamming with the band, playing his own part with his guitar until the music slowed a bit and Harry scooted back in front of the microphone and begin to sing. His voice was good. You were in awe of the skill of the band and Harry and you could tell, after only a few minutes of him singing and playing, why he was the front man. His charisma and charm was off the charts. He'd smile into the small crowd and act a little shy at all of the attention, and there was a small group of girls around your age not far from you basically swooning over him and giggling, shouting his name.

Harry danced around a little on stage, his moves were sort of free form, you wouldn't call him a great dancer, but he was entertaining to watch and with how attractive he was, he could just sit down on the floor, legs crossed and win you over. The sound was rock, indie, a touch of pop.

The first song sounded like an original by them, but you couldn't be sure. You knew that their band did covers and originals, but the song sounded so well put together than it could have been something done by a professional, famous artist.

When the second song started with the strum of the other guitars, Harry put his hand over the top of his eyes to look out into the crowd. He smiled at some people and waived. He leaned into the mike, "Lovely crowd tonight. Thanks for showing up. The next song is a personal favorite of mine, hope you enjoy it."

The music began coming together, all the parts filling into one another, blending, increasing in volume and Harry continued to scan the crowd. Suddenly his eyes were on you. He spotted you and his smile widened even more as he waived and leaned into the mike to begin singing.

Harry was truly a force. His whole persona on stage was sex on legs, confident, flirty, and shy all at the same time. The crowd ate it up.

I fell in love with the music and Harry’s on-stage presence. He continued to look my way during the songs and he’d smile shyly, then look down at his feet like he needed to compose himself. Every time he looked at you it was smiles and eye contact and it was something like foreplay. You were nearly drooling as you bobbed your head and swayed to the tunes.

They did a handful of classic rock covers but most of the songs were originals. Their set lasted an hour and once it was done, Harry removed his guitar from over his shoulder and handed it the man who was playing bass guitar. He then jogged to the front of the stage and hopped down, walking right toward you. You stood in place as two girls blocked his path to say something to him. He kept his eyes on you, though and you saw his lips move but he kept moving forward to get to you.

You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face. You felt special being given all his attention at the moment and for much of the show as well.

“Hey! Glad you made it. What’d you think?” Harry gave you a quick hug and he was a little damp but he smelled like cologne.

“You guys are great! I’m so glad I could come too. Nearly went to bed without seeing your messages first!” You laughed.

Harry smiled warmly and grasped onto your elbow, leaning in to speak, “Come with me, back here. If you don’t mind. Just need to finish putting our shit away and then we can go somewhere to talk.”

You followed closely behind him as he led you behind the stage to a small room where some of the band had already put their instruments and electronic equipment. They each greeted you with a handshake. Everyone seemed nice. You didn’t know if you wanted to tell them that you were Harry’s soon-to-be step sister or not but you did tell them your name.

You waited for about ten minutes while Harry and the band ran back and forth packing up a van that was parked in the back. You scrolled through your phone and pretended to keep busy but you were buzzing with excitement at getting the chance to be alone with Harry again, if that was the plan. You didn’t really know exactly.

When the back room had been cleared out all the band members were hovering around near the door. The Echo would be closing soon. You got up and walked around, looking for Harry. The drummer, who was named Sarah, saw you and smiled so you decided to ask her if she’d seen Harry. She pointed toward the door, “He’s out there.”

You went outside and didn’t spot Harry right away but you did hear his voice coming from the other side of the van. As you got closer you heard a female as well and she sounded distraught, so you decided to wait for a moment, not wanting to interrupt anything, but you also were nosy and needed to know what he was saying to this female.

“Not tonight, Tiffany. I’ve got my stepsister coming over.”

“Fuck, Harry. You told me just two days ago that you had something planned for me. I came all the way out here to see you. I mean, you can still have her over but like, we can still fuck around after. Right?”

“No. I’m not fucking my girlfriend while my stepsister is over. I’ll see you on Wednesday anyway. I’m sorry, Tiff. I invited her out and I wanted to hang out with her for a bit. Wednesday, okay, babe?”

There was some silence but you didn’t like what you’d just heard. He had a girlfriend? You decided to round the van and take a look, just to pour salt onto the wound.  

You realized what a bad idea it was to see it all with your own eyes once you’d gotten to the other side of the van. There was Harry and Tiffany with their tongues down one another’s throats. Harry had her by the waist and crushed against his body while her arms were around his neck. You thought you might throw up. It was a terrible idea to come see him. You decided maybe it was best to leave. This was ridiculous, right? He was going to be your stepbrother for fucking crying out loud. You two couldn’t be in a relationship. He wasn’t your boyfriend and he never would be.

You quickly walked back into the room behind the stage and your legs walked as fast as possible toward the front of the entrance so you could leave. When you’d passed the bar you heard Harry shouting your name but you ignored it, pretending that you hadn’t heard it. There were still a bunch of people in the bar and the crowd was thickest near where the bartender was still serving for last call. You tried to push past the thick group in your way but it slowed you down exponentially. When you decided to just shove them away you got a couple of comments but it was effective in getting you to your destination to exit the front of the building. You picked up the pace once you were outside and jogged to your car.

Harry was closer than you thought as you heard him shout your name again.

“I fucking know you hear me. What’s going on?” You kept your pace steady and fumbled around to get your keys out and unlock the car door. You hopped in as quickly as possible and your shaky hands slotted the key into the ignition before you turned it and the car started up easily. You looked in your rearview so you could get out of your spot where you’d parked on the street and you saw Harry get into the car directly behind yours.

“Fuck!” Of course you fucking park directly in front of of Harry’s car. You shouted more curses with tears now streaming down your face. Fucking dumb emotions.

You hit the gas and pulled out, checking for traffic and tried to lose Harry but you weren’t a race car driver, nor did you posses the skills to actually lose him as if you were in some sort of Starsky and Hutch episode. In fact, you hit every fucking red light on the way home and Harry kept right behind you the whole way. You wiped your face and took deep breaths. You knew he’d be following you to your apartment. There was no way around it. You’d really be giving him a piece of your mind once you spoke to him.

After the most ridiculously terribly slow getaway (being a getaway driver was not in the stars for you) you parked you car in your complex parking lot and Harry followed suit. He got out of his car, slamming his door behind him as he rushed toward you.

“What’s going on? Why are you doing this? Huh?” Harry growled. He grasped onto your shoulder to stop you but you brushed him off of you, trying to continue walking toward your building.

“Stop! We need to talk. Fucking stop!” He grabbed at you again and this time you turned to look at him and he realized you’d been crying.

“Fuck you, Harry. Tiffany’s probably waiting for you anyway. What the fuck are you following me around for? Leave me alone!” You try to turn around but Harry is holding on tight to you and then he pulls you toward him to stand just a few inches from him.

He dips his head down to look you directly in your eyes, “Tiffany? Jesus Christ…” He stood up straight and looked up at the sky and then back down to you, “This is about her? Don’t worry about her. Not important. I’m ditching a girl who’s a sure thing to talk to you. To spend time with you. What does that tell you?” He laughs in disbelief.

“It tells me you’re a cheater, Harry. You cheated on your girlfriend with your stepsister? This is fucked up.” You shake your head and try to pull your composure back in check.

Harry laughs and nods, “Yeah. I guess I am a cheater. I’m not loyal to her. I know that’s shitty, but I’m a shitty boyfriend. Can we go into your apartment to talk? I’m assuming this is where you live.”

You roll your eyes and nod before Harry lets go of you and you lead him into your apartment. It’s a total mess. You’ve got shit everywhere. You’d spent hours painting and your yet-to-be finished piece was sitting in its easel.

You toed your shoes off and Harry did the same and then you sat down on your couch with Harry sitting down next to you.

You decided to wait for him to talk first since he was the one who wanted to talk and since he was the one who was cheating on his girlfriend. Not that you’d be giving him another chance to cheat anyway.

Harry sighed and leaned back into the cushions and rubbed over his face, “Fuck. Didn’t want this to go this way. I legitimately forgot I’d planned something with her. God…” He shook his head and turned his body toward you.

“You made me forget I had a girlfriend standing in the crowd tonight. I was so focused on you and getting to see you again, I just, I don’t know.” You looked at him and found yourself wishing he wasn’t so attractive. So fucking hot.

“I didn’t make you do anything, Harry. But now that I know you have a girlfriend, what kind of a guy you are, I’m just totally turned off now.” You lied. He was still hot. He’d still be the one you’d think about tonight in your bed alone.

“Don’t say that. Please.” He gently grabbed your hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Please. I’m shitty, but I wouldn’t be shitty to you. I know it’s not like we can date or anything, but I was sort of hoping we could like, be together… like in secret. Fuck that sounds really bad coming out like that.” The last part mostly spoken to himself.

“No, Harry. We shouldn’t continue whatever it was that we started. This isn’t worth it. I’m not a toy to be played with in private. I’m a human being.”

Harry squeezes your hands and moves his head in your path so you’re forced to look at him, “I know. You’re a wonderful, beautiful human and I don’t want to take advantage of you. Never. But I want you. More than I want Tiffany. Maybe, I don’t know, we could like, just get to know one another a little more. I just feel like we’ve only just got started. Ya know? I don’t want this to be over yet. Been craving you all day.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, craving me so bad you had your tongue down Tiffany’s throat less than an hour ago. Right.” You try to pull your hands away from his but he doesn’t allow it. His grasp gets tighter.

Harry's voice gets deeper and louder, “Fuck Tiffany! Fuck her! Seriously. God! You don’t understand. If you hadn’t seen that I could have explained all this in a different way but… Fuck! Fuck!” He dipped his head down and looked toward his lap for a moment before speaking again, “I want you. I don’t know what that means but fuck everyone else. Okay?” His eyes pinned on yours now and you start to warm toward him a touch but you’re still pissed.

You remain silent as he looks at you, waiting for a response but you give him nothing. Not yet. He doesn’t deserve anything from you.

Harry scoots in closer to you by an inch, his large hands still holding onto yours, “Look. This is fucked, okay? You. That’s all I could think of today. You. You. You. You and me. Nothing else. Nothing else, no one else matters. I don’t give a fuck that I have a girl who thinks she’s called my girlfriend. I know it’s shitty of me to string her along, but fuck! It’s just how it’s been for me. But you. I’d never string you along.” He laughs and dips his head into your view again so you can’t escape his gaze. “You are unforgettable. All those girls I’ve fucked and left, the girls who think they’re my girlfriend, fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all. Who cares anyway? It’s just sex. Just sex. I know. I know. I’m fucked. But with you, it’s not just sex is it? Look at me.” He grasps onto your chin and guides your gaze back to him. His hold on your chin hurts a bit but you like it. You like him and you hate yourself for it.

You bite you lip as he continues trying to convince you, “I will leave if you want but I’m hoping you let me stay. I’m hoping you let me show you what I can be for you. Because I want you to be something for me. Something different than everything else.” He licks his lips as he drops his eyes down to your own lips.

It’s quiet for a moment. Your tears have dried and you’re sure you’ve got mascara running down your face like an idiot. You can’t turn your head away from him like you want because he’s grasping your chin to keep your attention on him.

“What do you want me to say, Harry? I was so excited to come and see you tonight. But then I saw you with your girlfriend, kissing her and…”

Harry moved his hand from your chin and slowly brought his thumb up over your lip which stopped you mid sentence as you forgot the rest of your point anyway.

“I only want to kiss you though. She means nothing. Okay? It meant nothing.”

You sat still, allowing Harry to rub and push at your lips with his thumb. He had some strange effect on you. It was like a spell and it was something you noticed last night as well. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Fine. I believe you. But you’re still a dick.” You opened your eyes and Harry paused his thumb over your lip as he smiled in relief.

“I know I’m a dick, baby. Will you please let me kiss you now?” He brought both hands up to hold your face near to his and you had no power to say no to him. His charm made him convincing and his dimple made him look deceivingly innocent.

You grasped onto his shoulders and pulled him toward you so that you could bring your lips together again. Harry kissed you delicately, slowly, using his tongue to touch over your lips gently. There was no hurry, no race to the end. It was just the two of you sitting in your living room with rapid heart beats and flushed faces.

When he’d wiped away any fear you had about his girlfriend he parted his lips from yours.

“I really did want to talk about other stuff too. This whole thing, what I’d planned on saying was done in reverse. I still have other stuff I wanted to tell you. About this morning. When I left your room.”

That caught your attention. You sat upright and waited for him to continue. You nodded.

“Well, the gist of it is that it was way too easy to figure out that I never even went into the spare room and he knew where I was because he said he could hear, like, everything. I don’t know if it was everything but he said both times woke him up. Luckily my mom can sleep through the apocalypse.” He snorted a laugh.

“He really laid into me, though. That was why I left so early. I might have stayed longer through the awkwardness but your dad made it clear he didn’t he want me to so much as hug you in his presence or he’d break my wrist.”

You sucked in a quiet gasp at that. It was surprising to hear because your dad is such a peaceful and easy going dude.

“I’m sure he was just saying that in the heat of the moment. He was kind of extra emotional and intense. I doubt he’d ever… but I just felt like the less contact you and I had in front of him the better. Until he calms down a little.”

Your hands were taken into his hands and you remained quiet.

“I also wanted to say that I’m sorry. For last night. I started coming on to you pretty strong and that wasn’t fair to you. If I hadn’t started it, your dad would have never heard us in the first place.”

You begin to shake your head, “No. What happened between us was mutual. I wanted it. All of it. I hate and feel sick about my dad hearing us but that wasn’t your fault. I should have used my brain. We could have been smarter but we both play equal parts.”

Harry smirks and you can see it in his eyes that he’s about to say something teasing, “Yeah, I mean, you were pretty loud. All those moans and whimpers… I had to stuff my fingers in your mouth and even cover your mouth with my palm to keep you quiet.”

“Shut up! Dick!” You shoved at Harry, but your hands were still in his, which he did not release. He just kept that cocky smirk on his face.

“You liked it. You fucking even asked me to do it. It was hot, though.” Harry dipped his face down to yours, lips less than an inch away, “You’re hot. I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

You realized the current situation. Harry was in your apartment with no one to hear you, no one to hide from, a whole apartment with a full sized bed and a box of condoms in the night stand. You let your hormones do your thinking for you when Harry was involved. Harry was irresistible even if he was a liar and a cheater. At least you knew in this moment he was with you and he wanted you more than Tiffany.

You closed the space between your lips and Harry quickly dragged you onto his lap to feel you closer. Your tongues swirled together as your lips closed over his tongue. He moaned and squeezed at you harder, his grip on your hips keeping you steady.

The tension built heavy between you two. Everything with Harry has been a complete surprise to you since you first met him. You had no willpower when it came to him. You so badly wanted to kick him out and shove him down the stairs for being such a dick to his girlfriend and to you, but you just couldn't. Did you believe him? Maybe not fully. But you couldn't dwell any longer as Harry began to sponge wet kisses down your neck and over your jaw.

"I want you. I really do. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want, though." He leans back to look you in the eyes, "Do you want me? Right now? Should I stay?" He brought his lips over your jaw again, the convincing feel of his lips on you made you weak. You did want him. You squirmed in his lap and decided to just fuck it, fuck everything.

"Let's go into my bedroom." You pushed yourself off of his lap and grasped onto Harry's hand and he followed you into your bedroom, which was much tidier than the rest of your apartment. Harry noted right away that you had a larger bed here as well, which he was relieved for.

You took your leather jacket off and hurriedly untucked your t-shirt and removed it over your head. Harry followed your lead, keeping his eyes on you as he removed his own shirt. He inched his way closer to you as you stood in your bra and jeans and he nudged you toward your bed, climbing over you when you laid onto your back.

He began kissing over you again, down your neck and further this time, as he had more access without your shirt covering your breasts. Harry kissed over your soft flesh and licked the center of your lacy bra right over your nipple. You bra was thin lace and see-through so there was little left to the imagination. He moaned and then squished at your breasts and pushed his hips into yours. His bulge was growing by the minute and you could feel it in between your legs.

You pushed at Harry a little so you could sit up and remove your bra and unbutton your pants. You wanted to have sex with him and you wanted to make sure it happened before you changed your mind because you were teetering a little in your mind. But you wanted to feel him and you wanted more from him despite the consequences.

When Harry saw you unbuttoning your pants he stood from the bed and unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his own pants, lowering them until they fell to a puddle on the floor, his belt clanking with a heavy thud.

You sat in your panties, a matching lace thong you'd picked for tonight, before you knew what you were really getting into. Harry sucked in a sharp breath at your beautiful body and he quickly brought his hands over your hips and kissed your tummy, licking into your belly button, which drew a moan from your lips. You slid yourself back toward your headboard and Harry followed, crawling his way up your bed.

He grasped onto your thighs and began kissing the insides and softly dragging his lips over your soft skin, "Fuck. You're an angel. You are so cute and so hot. I want you so bad." He looked up at you, his light green eyes nearly nothing but black from the way his pupils had dilated. He leaned over you and kissed your lips, spreading your thighs apart. With his lips over yours and your senses completely overwhelmed, he slid his finger to the side of your panties and gasped, "Fuuuuck... you're so wet already. Oh my god." He looked down between you and pressed over your lace covered clit and then back to you, "Can I? Want to have you back in my mouth. Suck on you, lick on you. S'that okay?" His finger still sliding over your clit, your panties wetted from how aroused you were.

You nod, "Yes. Maybe, I can suck you too? I've never done it but I'd like to try it."

Harry groaned and bit his lip with his eyes back on your panties.

"You want to like, sit over my face while you suck on me and I eat you? You've never done it before, though, you sure you want to start off like that?" He rubs over you thighs and you nearly burst.

"Yeah, let's try. Why not, right?" You smile as you dip your fingers into your panties and begin to slide them down, lifting you hips. Harry takes his briefs off and he lays flat on the bed, watching you as climb over him and turn so you can bring his thick cock into your mouth.

Harry gives you a little guidance and he holds onto your hips, "Just suck on the tip and use your hands for the rest. It's gonna feel really good for me. Just mind your teeth and I'll like it."

You turn to him and feel super vulnerable and exposed in your position, with you asshole pointed right at his face but Harry's looking right at your dripping pussy and licking his lips.

"Come on, baby, take a seat." He grasps your hips and helps guide you over his mouth and it sends sparks through you. You get adjusted to the feeling of his mouth on you this position and moan softly before leaning down over him and lick on his head a little. You spit over him like he told you to, to get his shaft nice and wet and then you spread your saliva down over him, making your hands glide over the base of his cock easier. You lower your mouth onto his tip and suck it into you mouth and taste him immediately. He's a little salty but he smells clean.

Harry groans into your pussy when he feels your lips wrapped around his blunt tip. He bends his knees slightly and angles himself so he can lightly thrust as he digs into your cunt. He focuses in on your clit again and you are reeling from the pleasure of it. He's so good and you want to be good for him to so you double your efforts and try lowering yourself over him more. His light thrusts upward are helping you to get him a little deeper as your hands twist and pump at his shaft like he told you to do.

It turns out this position requires a lot of work on your part and as good as it feels with Harry's lips and tongue working your clit you really wanted to feel him inside you. You weren't sure you could come like this and your jaw was getting tired. You sucked over him hard and licked around his slit and brought him as deep as you could but the position was limiting.

Harry, though, was in heaven. He enjoyed this view and the smell coming from you, and the way your lips were working him so when you sat up and lifted your hips from his face he whined and tried to pull you back down over his mouth but you giggled as you leaned forward out of his grasp.

"Um... If you want, if you're up for it... I was thinking..." you felt embarrassed even suggesting it. He might not even want to have sex with you. Perhaps he didn't want to fuck his stepsister. But you'd already started speaking and Harry was looking at you in that way that made you want to ride his cock all night. "Uh... I have condoms and if you wanted..."

You needed to say no more. Harry was sitting up and nodding, "Yeah. Actually, yes." His breathing was hard and he was so turned on. You reached toward your night stand and pulled out a condom, unwrapping it from its foil and kneeing yourself over to Harry so you could roll it over him.

You looked at him as you gently placed the rubber over his tip and he watched you slowly roll it down over him. Harry had never had a girl put a condom on him before and he thought it might be the sexiest thing he's ever seen a woman do before in his life. He was breathing heavy puffs through his nose as he watched you work the condom down over him and part of him was glad now that the condom would decrease how sensitive his cock was so he could last longer, because he knew he'd be coming too soon without one.

"Fuck. So hot having my sister put a condom over my cock like that." He smirked at you, teasingly. You rolled your eyes and didn't care anymore that he was calling you his sister. You just wanted to get that large prick inside of you and feel the stretch you knew was coming.

"How do you want me? Want to ride me or you want me on top?"

You decided it might be easier for him to press into you with you on your back at first, and maybe you'd move to being on top once you'd gotten used to the feel of him.

You laid down onto your back and spread you legs, "You on top first. Let's do that." You breathe out, waiting excitedly to be full with him.

Harry kneed up to you and placed himself in between your legs and when he leaned over you to kiss your lips, his heavy cock settled over your stomach and the weight of it was enough to make your head spin. Please you whine in between kisses and Harry smiles down at you as he angles his hips back to slip into you. He pushes his head in first and it's a shock. Your eyes grow wide at the thick intrusion but Harry sees your lips turn up in a slight smile. You moan as he pushes in deeper and Harry watches your face twist up in pleasure. Harry moans low and dips down to kiss you again.

"M'sister's pussy is made for me. Fuck. Fuck." He pulls out and then pushes back in, repeating his motions a few times as you get used the feeling of his cock sliding inside of your creamy pussy.

When he finally gets in to the hilt he presses in deep and sits still inside of you for a moment and closes his eyes. He sits up and holds your hips to him so he can angle himself to slip deeply into you. Your feet are planted on the bed, knees bent as Harry sits upright on his knees and begins to plunge into your cunt with wet squelching sounds. He looks down at what's happening and it's lewd and it's all he wants. His thick shaft disappearing into your hole with each hip thrust is something songs are written about and he decides he's going to write a whole album about you and your pussy and your lips.

His hips shifting into you and his balls hitting into your ass create the most extreme form of ecstasy you've experienced. Your clit isn't being stimulated at the moment but Harry's hitting something inside of you that aches and makes your eyes roll into the back of you head. It's like nothing you've ever felt.

The bed in your room isn't on a metal frame like the bed at your dad's so there isn't a squeaking coming from it, but, his forceful pounding is causing your wet skin to slap together and your moans are out of control.

"Fuck! You're so deep inside of me. Oh godddd..." You can't control the noise coming from your mouth. Your tits are bouncing at each thrust, his own groaning is getting louder and you're sure you've dripped down your ass.

Suddenly, Harry brings your legs up and puts them over his shoulders and when he pushes into you so he's balls deep again, it's almost too much. You whine and gasp at the feeling in your tummy and then he brings one hand down to rub hard into your clit. You sputter out words and then hang your mouth open. You have a sudden need to have something inside your mouth while his cock is inside your pussy.

"Harry! Fuck!! Oh god... Please!" He presses in deep and smirks at you, but you can tell he's losing it too. His own mouth is dropped open in pleasure.

"Please, what? What do you need, sis. Need your brother to give you something else?" He teases but now you like it and you're so far away from your senses that you don't care and you want his fingers in your mouth and down your throat as far as they can go.

You grasp onto his hand that is supporting himself but he shakes his head, "Baby, I need to be able to hold myself up with something. If you take my other hand I'll have to stop rubbing at your clit."

You whine and pout but then Harry has an idea and he brings your own hand over you pussy so you can rub at your clit and now his free hand is all yours to do with what you wanted.

"Here." He offers his hand to you, not sure what you wanted and you quickly grasp his forearm and draw his hand up to your mouth and pull three of his arousal soaked fingers into your lips.

Harry coughs out a pant and he groans, "Fuck. You want my fingers in your mouth?" You nod and try to get his fingers further into your mouth but Harry's not understanding you want to gag on his fingers. You aren't sure why you want this, but you do.

You pull his fingers out to explain, "Put your fingers as far down my throat as you can. I want to choke on them while you fuck me."

Harry had slowed down his thrusts during this exchange and when you told him to choke you with his fingers he stopped. He'd never been asked for this before and he liked that you wanted it but he didn't want to hurt you.

"You sure? Just like, pull my forearm or something if you need air or want me to pull my fingers out okay? Fuck you're naughty, sis." He laughed as he began pounding into you again, full force. He shoved his fingers back into your mouth and watched as you held onto his forearm and your eyes widened at the feeling of him reaching far back so you began to lightly gag around the pads of his fingers.

You closed your eyes for a moment as tears began to form from the feeling of fingers in your mouth and down your throat and then when you opened them again Harry's own head was thrown back. He couldn't look down at this image too long because he'd come too fast. You were so fucking hot and dirty and everything he wanted.

Now, with things exactly in place like you wanted you began shaking and moaning around his fingers. The feel of your clit being played with, Harry's cock stuffing you full and hitting spots inside of you that ached, and his long fingers gagging you lightly you were spinning. Tears of complete satisfaction fell from your eyes and Harry began moaning, his hips stuttering off rhythm with the way you were squeezing the ever loving shit out of his prick and the feel of your lips sucking and choking on his fingers.

"Fuck. Come on my cock. Wanna feel it, baby. Want this pussy to know what it feels like to come on brother's cock."

You couldn't hold on anymore. His words sliced into you as his cock was nearly splitting you in two. You gagged and moaned and sucked over his fingers as you came harder than ever. You vision grew white and your ears rang. It was the best orgasm of your life, hands down and you'd experienced it with your stepbrother.

Harry was having a similar experience as he felt you pulse over his cock and gurgle with his fingers in your mouth. A small burst of liquid spilled from you onto his groin and dripped down and he looked at you writhing under him with tears and mascara running down your face as you gagged on his fingers and he released into his condom with a loud moan and whimper. He didn't normally moan so loudly when coming but with you, he couldn't hold back. The moment was so dirty and erotic and you were fucking hot.

Harry released your legs from over his shoulder and pulled out (both his cock and his fingers) to lay down beside you as he gathered his strength to sit up. His arm draped over you as you laid still and silent, only breathing puffs of air through your nose. He watched you for a bit, as you lie still with a red face and smears of black down your cheeks.

"You okay?" He asked, when enough time had passed that he felt you'd been able to come back to reality.

You turned your head to him and opened your eyes and nodded, "Fuck yes I am." Then you turned you head back toward the ceiling and closed you eyes again.

After the necessary clean up you and Harry settled back into your bed and you laughed at his dumb jokes. Harry was trying to lighten the mood, you could see he was a little nervous now that you two had had sex.

"What are we gonna do Harry?" You ask him as you lay your head over his chest.

He rubbed over you back and kissed the top of your head and sighed.

"We'll just keep this a secret. Okay? Just you and me. I think we'll need to make some sort of plan so no one suspects us but I want to do this with you as often as possible. I'm cancelling with Tiffany for sure."

You sit up and frown, "Okay. But like, what? We just don't date other people and see each other in private? My dad is practically trained to sniff out lies. He'll catch on if both of us never date other people or anything."

Harry closes his eyes and leans his head back into the headboard. "I don't know. Maybe we just like, see someone on the side. For a cover? Fuck I don't know. Like you and I would be together and everyone else is just for show. I don't know how you feel about that."

You look down between you two and then back up to Harry, "I guess we need to really think about how we can make it work. Having someone on the side as the "cover" seems awful. I don't like the idea of you having sex with me and someone else too. And I don't know if I could go around and fuck some guy just to have a cover, you know?"

Harry cringes at your words and you see his adam's apple dip as he swallows, "Yeah, that fucking sounds awful. I don't want you to be having sex with anyone else. I don't know what other options we have. If we want to keep this up."

You both stare at one another for a bit before you speak, "Perhaps for now we just stay single until something comes along that makes sense for us. I mean, this..." you motion between your bodies, "might just be temporary, right? Maybe you'll get sick of me or I'll get annoyed of you." You laugh.

Harry laughs with you but he knows he's not going to get sick of you. He's never felt like this before. You're different.

You two can never truly be together. You both know that. Sacrifices will have to be made if you both intend on continuing this forbidden relationship. You don't know what that looks like in this moment but you are prepared for upset, jealously, and disappointment if you choose to continue. Only time will tell if it's worth it.

Part III*

Check out my masterlist if you enjoyed this 💕

Xoxo

#stepbro!harry #stepbrother!harry #forbidden relationship #harry styles #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry fic #harry styles fan fiction #cheater!harry #cheating

[chaitalinath]

How is it that some people love you exactly how you want to be loved when you never even told them anything?

#art #dark academia #diary #grey academia #indian aesthetic #relatable quotes #relationship quotes #chaotic academia #cottage academia #jane austen #light academia #classic academia #romantic academia #female poets #forbidden relationship #long distance relationship #love #never have i ever #i love you #devi #mismatched #handwritten letters #love quotes #jodha akbar #bollywood #hrithik roshan #saif ali khan #sara ali khan #sushant singh rajput #original content

[lexxwithbooks]

📖: 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 (𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 #2) 🏰👩🏼‍🎓🐈

✍🏽: 𝐀𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠

Get the book! 🌟

#twisted games #twisted #ana huang #bridget ascheberg of eldorra #rhys larsen #bridget x rhys #rhys x bridget #bodyguard romance #bodyguard #grumpy/sunshine #princess #queen #enemies to friends to lovers #forbidden relationship #forbidden love #hate everyone but her #booklover #new books #tbr #book tumblr #booknerd #books recommendations #books #books recs #libros #libros recomendados #book couples #smutty books #couple aesthetic #love quotes

[rileytwenty]

Leyra || the Albino Na'vi

(Neteyam x OC)

MASTERLIST/PLAYLIST/PICS

Chapter 5

For the next week or so, Neteyam ate all his lunches with Leyra in the forest. Sometimes he brought them portions of the clan lunch, sometimes the pair hunted something to eat together.

Neytiri grew worried for her son over his absent behavior, and she expressed this to her mate.

"Ma Jake, our son is spending all his free time alone in the forest. Sometimes, he doesn't even take any lunch. I worry for him. Talk to him, please. You are his father."

Jake didn't take this well, saying that he spent a lot of time alone at this age too, and it was nothing to worry about. Neytiri insisted, saying it was not normal for a Na'vi boy to spend so much time away from the clan. Finally, finally, Jake agreed to quickly check in with him.

"Neteyam, wait." He had caught his son on his way out to meet Leyra for lunch.

"Yes?"

Jake sighed. "Your mother is worried about you. She says you spend too much time alone in the forest. Would you try to hang around a bit more, for her sake?"

Neteyam realized that his parents didn't even have an inkling of his blossoming relationship with Leyra.

"Of course, sir. I will do my best."

Jake clapped him on the shoulder and directed him back towards their marui. "Great. Come, eat with us."

Shit, Leyra will be looking for me. He even had a gift he was going to give her today. But there was nothing he could do.

He was right, Leyra was looking for him. She saw the hunting party return to base camp a while ago and Neteyam was nowhere to be found. She crept towards the entrance of the cave system, but without an ikran she had no way of getting up.

"Looking for Neteyam?"

She whipped around, only to find Kiri te Suli Kireysi'ite laying on a log behind her. She sat up.

"Our dad made him stay for lunch in the marui. Mom was getting worried, saying that he spent all his time alone. But he's been acting too happy lately to be spending all that time by himself, so I knew something was up. Then I remembered him asking around about an albino Na'vi some time ago, and... well, I connected the dots." Her words were accusatory but her tone was playful.

Leyra was suddenly ashamed for Neteyam for ever hanging out with her, and was desperate to cover it up for his sake.

"What? I'm not looking for anyone."

"Don't bother lying, I saw you together yesterday."

Shit.

"Please don't tell anyone." Leyra's tone was suddenly quiet and vulnerable.

Kiri seemed taken aback by this, standing up and-- to Leyra's surprise-- wrapped the poor girl up in a hug. "Don't worry, I promise I won't."

Relieved, Leyra hugged back.

"But I did some thinking and... I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" Now that the two felt more comfortable, they both took a seat on the log to converse.

"My mom has been asking for my opinion of the clan girls lately."

"Okay?"

"Neteyam is to be the future Olo'ektan, and that means my parents will help pick out a Tsahik for him. Someone who has a good relationship with Eywa."

Oh.

"Look, I just don't want my brother getting hurt. Or you, really. I just think you should both be realistic."

Leyra paused, a deep depression settling over the image of the only thing that's been bringing her proper joy. "You're probably right." Her head fell into her hands. Why was she so upset? She must've known deep down that Neteyam could never be hers. "I'll talk to him the next time I see him."

Over lunch, Neytiri slowly mentioned different girls of the clan, and gauged Neteyam's interest. Getting frustrated by his complete lack of care, she finally just said it up front.

"Neteyam, you will need to choose a Tsahik soon. You are almost sixteen, so you should be getting to know her now, before you turn seventeen."

Neteyam knew the subject would come up eventually, but not so soon.

"Can't it wait a while? I've got more than a year."

"Actually, I've already picked out a few girls that I think will be a good fit, I just want you to meet them, see how you feel-"

Jake, who had left a few minutes ago, now re-entered the marui with four girls trailing nervously behind him.

Neteyam was furious. How could she spring this on him? Especially when she had ditched her arranged mating?

"Mother!" He all but snarled, taking Neytiri by surprise.

"I thought having someone might make you happier?"

"I don't need anyone el-" He cut himself off, pulling at the roots of his hair. "I'm perfectly happy as it is, thank you."

"Just try, my son, maybe-"

He was gone, heading for his ikran. All he wanted to do was talk to her about this.

"Neteyam!" It was his father, but all Neteyam did was shout an apology over his shoulder.

At this point, Kiri had gone back to exploring the forest and Leyra found herself wallowing alone in her waterfall cave. Neteyam found her after a long while of circling the area.

"Leyra," he breathed, so, so relieved to see her. But the tension found him again when he noticed her solemn expression. He put a hand on her cheek. "What? What is it?"

"You first," she deferred, sensing his urge to talk.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Very sure."

"Well, my mother ambushed me today at lunch," he explained, taking a seat beside her, "she brought in a bunch of girls that she wants me to pick as a mate."

It hurt more, somehow, to hear it from him. "Oh." It came out as more of a sigh.

"What?" He turned to face her completely.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. Kiri is the one who brought it up. I don't think we should see each other anymore."

taglist: @kachowness @fanboyluvr @dakotali

#neteyam #secret romance #strangers to lovers #slow burn #forbidden relationship #angst #neteyam x reader #fluff #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar neteyam #avatar 2009 #atwow #neteyam sully #neytiri #neteyam x oc #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #james cameron #jake sully #avatar way of water #tuktirey #tuk #kiri sully #lo'ak sully #leyra #lo'ak #romance #light angst #forbidden lust #secret relationship

[backpackgoldfish]

Don’t let me go - part 1

Summary: After the death of her Father, Y/n finds solace in the arms of her father’s best friend... Aaron hotchner.

Pairing: Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Series warnings: death, murder, smut (I plan to write lots of smut😈) age gap (reader is 18 or older and Aaron is in his 40s I think)

This is just the beginning so it's pretty short, not a lot of plot development and nothing really happens it just kinda the prologue I guess you could say, I have a bunch of chapters already written so if you guys like it I'll post them more frequently. Thank you so much for your time and let me know what you think 😁

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Y/n sits on the couch in her living room, playing with the hem of her black dress as she watches the room move around her. People she’s met maybe once or twice in her life or never at all, try and tell her they know exactly how she feels and what she’s going through. They come and sit next to her and talk to her for what feels like hours and at the same time only seconds, she never really says anything back because she’s been tuned out since the second person that came and talked to her, and yet somehow, they don’t stop, they just keep talking, adding to the ever growing white noise in her head formed by the constant “Sorry for your loss.” “Your father was such a great man.” and “when he was your age…” they say the same meaningless things in an effort to help but they really just make it worse. The poor girl just wants to scream at the next person to say a word to her, and honestly, she just might.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath then she feels someone sit next to her and she swears if they say a word, she going to lose it. She waits with her eyes closed praying for them not to speak. And after several long moments, to her surprise they stay silent. She opens her eyes to find her father’s best friend, Aaron. He’s looking at her with this sad look she hasn’t seen on anyone else since it happened. He lays his open hand between them, hoping that she’ll take it. She laces her fingers with his, feeling comfort in the roughness of his skin. He gently squeezes her hand which she returns. Her eyes fill with tears, after trying to fight them back all day she finally let go. Laying her head on his shoulder she does her best to find solace in the silence, he doesn’t care that she’s soaking his shirt in her tears he just wishes he could fix this for her.

Y/n has always been close with her father’s friend, mostly because she was so close with her father. She went with her dad everywhere she could, he was one of her best friends, she doesn’t know how she’s supposed to go on without him. And she guesses maybe that’s how Aaron feels too.

She brings her hand up to hold onto his bicep before asking in a soft broken tone, “How’re you doing?” looking up at her while still having her head resting on his shoulder, he just shakes his head, closing his eyes while letting his head fall against the back of the couch. She doesn’t know how to comfort him and it’s killing her, that’s always been her job, comforting other people, but now she can’t, she just doesn’t know how to anymore. She feels broken in so many ways, she’s not herself anymore, there’s a part missing she doesn’t know if she’ll ever get back.

“I should probably get going soon.” He says unable to meet her eyes, knowing if he did, he would have to look at the pain lingering in them.

“Please don’t go yet.” She whispers, holding on to him a little tighter. She’s willing to beg if that’s what it will take.

“I’ll stay for as long as I can, alright sweetheart?” she closes her eyes again just for a moment to breath in the comforting scent that follows Aaron. Then as she opens them back up she finds her little brother placing his small hands on her leg.

“Hey, Benji,” she says sitting up straight.

“Can I sit with you and Uncle Aaron?” He asks. She can see the sadness in his eyes, it makes her heart break a little more.

“Yeah Benji, of course. C’mon.” She helps him up and he lays across both hers and Aaron’s laps, with his head resting on her legs. She leans back into Aaron, and he puts his arm over her shoulders as she mindlessly plays with Ben’s hair.

Aaron’s phone buzzes after a perfect moment of being together. He checks it and to Y/n’s disappointment it’s his ex-wife. She hates even the thought of Haley. All Aaron did was try his best to love and take care of her and their son Jack, but no that wasn’t enough for her. She had to go and cheat on him.

How stupid do you have to be to cheat on Aaron? There’s no one better than Aaron. He’s perfect. How could she not realize she had everything Y/n wants? Haley is the only person Y/n genuinely hates. Perhaps she’s a little bias and truth be told she has no idea what all actually goes into keeping a marriage alive. She doesn’t know about all the ways Aaron failed as a husband, always prioritizing the job over his family. But even if she did know, shed make excuses for him, rationalizing it in her own mind, because to her he can do no wrong.

She practically worships the older man, he could tell her anything and she’d believe him without a second thought, she’d do anything if it made him proud of her. She just wants him to notice her. She thinks him being an FBI agent is the most amazing thing in the world, she wants to join after college, her goal is to one day join Aaron’s team. Aaron always tries to steer her in any other direction, encouraging her to pursue anything else. She doesn’t understand that he’s trying to protect her. She doesn’t know about all the horrors he’s faced. He doesn’t want her to be ruined by the hardness of the field. He wants her to stay sweet and innocent, like the way he’s always known her to be.

But he doesn’t see the bit of something that lurks behind her eyes. Just sitting and waiting for the moment to push forward and take over. Do all the unspeakable things she secretly longs to.

“I have to go now. I’m really sorry.” Aaron apologizes, giving Y/n a short hug then moving the small child off his lap. “I’ll check in tomorrow. Maybe I’ll bring jack by so he and ben can spend some time together.” Y/n nods, not speaking out of fear of crying again. He pat’s ben’s head as a goodbye, giving Y/n one last sad smile before going to the children’s mother to let her know he’s leaving.

Y/n contemplates asking to go with him. She doesn’t want to get stuck in the house with a memory of her father around every corner. But she knows her family needs her, more than she needs an escape. Her brother definitely needs her, she’s fairly certain her brother doesn’t fully comprehend all of this, but no one really took the time to explain to him what death really was. All they were told the day it happened was, “Kids… your father was in an accident on his way to work this morning, he didn’t make it. He's gone.” After that, their mother mostly shut down. In fact, Y/n has barely seen her mother the last few days, with the only exception being when other people were around.

Y/n still doesn’t understand how her parents ended up together, they literally couldn’t be more different. She genuinely doesn’t know of a single thing they had in common. Her father was so honest and real, while her mother has always had up a front, never showing her true self to anyone but the people she lives with. Y/n doesn’t understand how her father, who was so loving and kind, could be with someone so manipulative and terrible. But somehow her father always seemed to be happy. And he always used to make everyone around him happy.

Y/n might not realize but she inherited that from her father; the ability to make someone smile just by being around them. She’s always had a glow to her that radiates to everyone near her. But not today. Not this last week. It almost feels like there’s a dark cloud covering the whole neighborhood. She can’t smile no matter how hard she tries to force it; all she can do is cry.  

#aaron hotchner #hotch x you #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #george foyet #george foyet x reader #jack hotchner #papa rossi #matthew gray gubler #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner smut #dad's best friend #forbidden relationship #dbf!hotch

[anawrites3]

📘+ nurse x doctor forbidden relationship au but happy ending sladick

Your writing is so fun to read oh my god. Thank you so much for doing this.

The moment I got your ask I got excited because it's such a good prompt hnnn but I really had to think about it!

Dick would be the nurse, obviously, and Slade would be the doctor. They'd be working on some children's ward and had a lot of work on their hands - and because of that they wouldn't have much time for themselves so they'd try to spend every free moment together, even if it means sneaking around the hospital. It would start with them hiding somewhere in the hospital to talk and make out a bit, maybe they'd even try to do something more but they are interrupted before anything can happen.

After some time someone does catches them when they're together, maybe one of the Titans (other nurses) or maybe Jay or Tim who also work in the same hospital. Regardless of who that is, they'd react in the same way - tell Dick that Slade is just using him because he's so much older and the best doctor they have while Dick is just a mere nurse. And that's exactly why Dick wanted to keep the whole thing a secret.

Then Bruce would learn about their relationship. Dick feels like his whole life is falling apart - Bruce as the head of the hospital is making his schedule so he has no chance of even seeing Slade for a second; they're planning to move him to another ward to put even more distance between them. Slade and Dick still try to see each other outside the work but it was difficult earlier and now Dick's friends and family do what they can to prevent that. They still text and call each other but it's not the same and Dick is just so tired of all this bullshit.

So, he calls a meeting for his loved ones. He has no intentions of explaining himself because he's not a fucking kid but he's going to tell them all to leave him and Slade alone. He's an adult, he knows what he's doing and they can kiss his ass, thank you very much.

"But Slade is a doctor! What if people find out and then they'll talk and you'll have problems because of it!"

"For fuck's- People already talk! Bruce runs the fucking hospital and he's my dad! It literally can't get worse than that."

Happy ending would be that Dick's family would get their heads out of their asses after that. They're still not happy about it but they can see that they're hurting Dick by what they're doing so they decide to trust Dick judgement on this one.

The last scene would be a parallel to the first one, with Dick and Slade hiding somewhere in the hospital to make out and someone walking in. But now instead of hurrying away from each other so noone will know about their relationship, they simply continue to make out while (let's say) Jason complains and gets grossed out haha

…i am adding that to my wip list, aren't i goddamnit And again, anon, thank you so much! I'm really glad you like my writing muah muah thank YOU for being here with me 💕💕

#i cant decide which one ill do for that 'one scene' writing game im planning on #cant decide between the first scene or the one where dick yells at everyone to leave him and slade alone #you guys can let me know what you think! #this was lovely anon thank you so much #ask game #au ideas #my ideas #sladick #forbidden relationship

[fearyandear]

Next chapter, hand it over... Or doodles. I'll take doodles.

I can't just pump out writing like that BUT, BEHOLD, WORKPLACE DOODLES:

Saber through da years :V You can find his story here!

#male yandere #yandere boy #yandere male #medieval fantasy #yandere #saber #yandere servant #tsundere yandere #yandere butler #male yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere villain #villain yandere #forbidden relationship #forbidden romance #nwystb #not who you're supposed to be #fear doodles