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maverickbabes · 1 year

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One Kiss

One Kiss

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!Omatikaya!reader!

Both Neteyam and Reader are 17

Warnings: mentions of jerking off, use of nickname 'ma pretty girl', 'ma y/n' and 'ma pretty mate/ma mate', innocent!reader, teases of wet dreams, kissing, cussing, Neteyam is in denial with his feelings cause he's a good boy, Neteyam's naughty thoughts of his best friend, hints of spice

FLUFFY FLUFF JUST A BUNCH OF CUTENESS FOR THIS ONE WITH A HINT OF SPICE. this is a tad bit long but it's worth it hehe

Summary: Neteyam's been having vivid wet dreams of his best friend y/n and feels guilty about it especially when they go stargazing one night. He avoids her for days as he went through this internal battle of his feelings that he had of y/n and about what he wanted to do. Finally he finds y/n by the lake and takes what he wants.

"Oo ouch ouch!" Neteyam grumbles as y/n gently wipes the damp cloth over the wound on his shoulder. Y/n chuckles as she puts the the cloth back into the bowl full a water before wringing it out.

"Stop moving and it wouldn't hurt as much teyam" Y/n says as she gently wipes the rest of the blood off his shoulder. Neteyam holds his breath as he feels her soft and small hands run along his back and shoulder blades.

She grabs one of the gauze wraps and some herb ointment to help with the healing and began wrapping up the wound. "There all patched up" Y/n whispers as she places her hand on his good shoulder.

Neteyam grabs her hand before turning around to face his best friend. They were sitting so close to each other, just inches away from each other which made his heart race. "Thank you for patching me up as always" He tells her with a chuckle.

Goosebumps cover y/n's body as she feels his breath against her neck. Neteyam notices the goosebumps that were littering all over her soft blue skin so he tilts his head to where he can see her face.

"What is it ma pretty girl?" Neteyam asks, some of his braids falling over his face and y/n instinctively squeeze her thighs together just from hearing him call her his pretty girl. "Nothing ma teyam" She says as she stood up and starts to put the supplies away.

"Let me take you somewhere" Neteyam says as he walks up to her, already knowing where to take her. Y/n turns around and looks at him to see a huge smile on his lips. "It's so late teyam I don't think it's a good idea" Y/n tells him with a worried look on her gentle face.

"Do you trust me?" He asks her grabbing her hands and she looks up at him with such adoration in her eyes. "Of course I trust you" She assures with no hesitation and he gives her hands a squeeze of reassurance before he leads her out the hut and towards his banshee.

Neteyam hops onto his ikran before reaching his hand out or y/n to take. Y/n hesitates before grabbing his hand and hoisting herself up behind him. "Ready?" He asks as she nods her head and mumbles out a soft 'yes' as she scoots up and puts her arms hesitantly around him. Neteyam blushes as he feels her arms wrap around him.

The ikran unfurls its wings and takes flight into the night sky. Y/n lets out a scream as she squeezes her arms around him, feeling Neteyam chuckle while he straightens them out. She lets out a carefree giggle as she closes her eyes enjoying the night air. "Woo-hoo!" Y/n cheers loudly as she feels the breeze gently blows through her braids.

"You smell so good teyam" She compliments without thinking of it or second thoughts. Neteyam's eyes widen from the compliment as he blushes, placing his free hand on hers against his chest. They fly through the air, enjoying the view and each other's company. Soon y/n feels her eyes get heavy so she leans her head on his good shoulder and closes her eyes.

He turns slowly to find the spot where his parents go to escape for their little dates and once he spots it he guides his ikran in that direction. "Ma pretty girl we're here" Neteyam whispers as he lands the banshee while y/n lifts her head and looks at where they were. "Where are we?" She asks as he helps her off and she looks around in amazement then gasping at how they have a perfect view of the stars.

"A secret spot" He says smiling as he pets his banshee as a way of thanks before giving him a little snack. "This is beautiful" She whispers breathlessly and he takes the moment to admire her. Her eyes sparkle from the stars and her smile made his heart jump. "Yea so beautiful" Neteyam said, his eyes drinking in how she looks before clearing his throat.

He lays on his back and opens his arm for her to lay on his chest and she giggles before resting her head on his chest while his hand rested against her hip. A comfortable silence fills the air as they murmur and point at the stars, giggling as they connect the stars in weird ways.

Y/n closes her eyes and falls asleep while listening to his heartbeat. He turns his head and notices that she's asleep so he watches her sleep, admiring how peaceful she looks. Neteyam notices that her top is rolled up and he glances to see her bare breast and nipple.

Suddenly he begins to feel hot and bothered as his head reels while he tries to look away. He takes a deep breath then reaches over to fix her top, touching her nipple in the process. Y/n lets out a moan as she shifts in her sleep, tucking her head into his neck. His mouth suddenly goes dry as he swallows before moving his eyes from her breast to her hips.

"The things you do to me without even trying ma pretty girl" He whispers to himself as he gently squeezes her hip before looking back up to the stars, trying to control himself. He takes this time to get lost in his thoughts which were about the girl sleeping in his arms.

Time seems to fly because soon the stars start to fade as the sun begins to rise slowly. Y/n opens her eyes and looks up at Neteyam to see him sleeping. She looks at him but it wasn't just a simple look, she takes this time to look at his features and admire them.

The way his chest rises and falls slowly with each breath

The way his lips are parted just a little

Some of his braids covering his face

Neteyam's eyes open and his amber eyes flash to her as she gives a shy smile. "Morning ma pretty girl" He mumbles in a sleepy tone, causing her to bite her lip and blush as she starts to get up with him following right behind. She smiles as she sees the sun just peaking through the horizon, turning the sky a mix of different shades of blue.

"Come, let's get us back home" Neteyam says as he places his hands on her hips to lift her up onto the ikran but she stops him. He looks at her with confusion written all over his face and she takes a deep breath. "I want to tell you something" She starts and he nods his head as to tell her to continue and she closes her eyes for a split second before looking back at him.

"I-I want you to uh um kiss me" She stutters out as Neteyam just stands there, not knowing what to say while his heart skipped a beat from that sentence. Silence fell between the two and y/n says the first thing that came to her mind. "For p-practice you know since I haven't had my first kiss" Y/n adds rambling on as she shifts on her heels awkwardly.

Neteyam opens his mouth like he was about to say something but closes it and let's out a sigh. He wants to kiss her so bad but he wants it to be with someone special. "No I think it should be with someone you deeply care about" He explains, feeling terrible as he watched her frown.

"Oh okay" Was all y/n said as she clears her throat before putting on a fake smile. "We should get back home" She tells him before grabbing onto the saddle and lifting herself up. Once she is situated, he climbs up with ease and y/n wraps her arms around him. The ride back was filled with so much tension that it could be cut with a knife.

He guides his banshee in the direction of where the healer hut was and it lands with grace as it shakes his head before letting out a playful noise. Neteyam helps her down and once she steadies her footing she gives him a fake smile and looks down at the ground trying to hide her tears.

"Get some sleep teyam, I'll see you later on today" She says as she gives him a final way before making her way to her hut. He watches her leave to make sure that she makes it safe but to also watch her. He stays there for a few seconds, feeling awful for rejecting her. Once she disappears into her hut, he makes a gesture to his ikran and heads back to his own hut.

Once Neteyam walks into his hut, he closes the front flap and goes towards his hammock, flopping onto it but quickly winces as he is reminded of his hurt shoulder. Too exhausted to do anything, he blows out the candle that gave the main light source for the hut and lets out a sigh as he quickly falls asleep.

**Dream**

"Ma teyam please" Y/n whimpers as she juts her hips up towards him, earning a soft moan. "I know ma pretty mate I know. Can you be patient for me?" Neteyam asks as he gently kisses her neck before making his way to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth. Y/n moans as she arches her back, practically shoving her breast into his mouth. His fangs graze against her nip-

Neteyam wakes up with a start and sits up in his hammock, letting out a breath. He looks down and sees his erected cock peaking through his loincloth, leaking with precum. He lets out a frustrated noise, for now he was hot and bothered all because of yet another wet dream of y/n.

He lays back down double checking to make sure no one was around and slowly unties his loincloth. Even though he had his own hut he still likes to make sure no one was around before he pleased himself. Thoughts of the first night when y/n and him went stargazing flooded his mind.

Her intoxicating laugh

The way her braids framed her face and covered her eyes

The way her feather top hugged her breast and the way her hips swayed with the way she moved.

Don't even get him started on the way she let out a moan when he accidentally touched her nipple.

Closing his eyes, He begins to pump his cock into his hand as he uses the images that were engraved into his mind of that night. "Fuck y/n" He moans softly as he runs his thumb over his tip, taking some precum and lathering his cock more. Neteyam thinks of how her hips felt when he grabbed her while chasing her.

"Y/n oh fuck" He groans as he starts to jerk off faster, feeling his climax tightening in his abdomen as he moved his other hand towards his balls and began to play with them. Soon Neteyam cums on his abs/chest and lets out a sigh of relief. Once he was able to calm down, he reluctantly gets out of his hammock to go clean himself up.

He grabs a cloth and begins to clean off his chest, getting lost in his thoughts. Neteyam and Y/n have been best friends since childhood. They did everything together and they even had their own cute little tradition where they tell each other their wildest dreams during breakfast.

**memory 1**

"Oh come on teyam tell me" Y/n begs as she playfully shoves him by the shoulder. "Okay Okay but no laughing" Neteyam says, giving in to his best friend as he watches her do a little victory dance. He begins to tell her how he wants to follow his father's footsteps and become the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya tribe. "Now you tell me yours pretty girl" Neteyam says as he takes a sip of his sweet and refreshing drink.

She giggles as she takes a bite of her breakfast, chewing it quickly so she could tell her best friend her dream. "I want to become tsahik and help heal the people" She explains and he nods his head in agreement. "You will be an amazing tsahik, Mo'at would be a wonderful mentor" He says smiling as they continue to eat their breakfast.

That all stopped once He turned 15. He started to have wet dreams of y/n and that absolutely terrified him. He felt it was wrong to have those kinds of dreams of her but every other night, he would have a wet dream of her. He felt terrible for stopping their little ritual so abruptly but he felt embarrassed and didn't know how to tell her that he dreams of her in a way friends shouldn't.

**memory 2**

Silence fell between the two friends as Y/n stares at Neteyam in disbelief. "You don't wanna tell me your dream? But why we always tell each other our dreams and it's our own ritual" She questions as she feels tears prick at her eyes. Neteyam's heart ached from seeing her sad but he couldn't tell her. "I think that we've grown out of it" He says nonchalantly as he continues to eat his food, avoiding eye contact. Y/n grabs her breakfast and gets up, leaving the hut and Neteyam all alone.

For the next few days, Neteyam avoids y/n because of the guilt he feels with what he did and the dreams he has of her. He felt like a perv for touching her nipple while adjusting her top. Every time she tried to reach for him he would just avoid her. It killed him to avoid her but he didn't know what else to do because he didn't want his feelings control him and it didn't help that he felt like they weren't valid, it was like an internal battle with himself.

Y/n noticed how he avoided her. It broke her heart with how distant he was and whenever she tried to reach him he would just avoid her. She wiped her eyes as tears streamed down her face while her thoughts ran wild. "Why did I ask him to kiss me? That was so fucking dumb, so dumb" Y/n criticizes herself as she sits up in her mat and attempt to wipe the tears.

Once she felt like she was calm, she took a deep breath and stood up while running her hands through her braids, smiling at how she felt the hidden beads within her braids. She opens the front flap of her hut and sees Neteyam with his siblings. Taking a deep breath, she makes her way towards them and greets all of them before looking at Neteyam.

"Hey teyam" She says as she reaches out to give him a hug like they do every time they meet but this time is different. He just pats her on the shoulder before walking away with Lo'ak and that crushed her. Kiri notices the change in y/n's face so she reaches out to grab her shoulder before giving her a warm smile.

"You okay?" Kiri asks as y/n looks up and gives her a fake smile. "Yea I'm fine just a little tired is all" She reassures Kiri before looking down in an attempt to hide her tears. "Okay I'm going to go with the boys make sure they don't do something dumb" Kiri says as she gives y/n a quick hug before walking towards her brothers.

"Did I really fuck everything up?" Y/n mumbles to herself as she looks up at the sky, trying to get rid of her tears. "Y/n!" Tuk yells as she runs towards y/n while opening her arms. "Hi Tuk" Y/n says giggling as she lifts her up and squeezes her. Neteyam watches this and it hurts him to see her reactions every time she tries to give him a hug he'd just give her a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

"Bro are you even listening?" Lo'ak asks as he punches his older brother on the arm, snapping Neteyam out of his thoughts. "Yea yea I'm listening" Neteyam mumbles as he glances at Lo'ak before looking back at y/n. She lifts up Tuk and spins her around in the air, earning a happy giggle from the younger na'vi.

Lo'ak shakes his head before grabbing his brother by the shoulder and dragging him into the hut where their parents lived. "Alright everyone here" Jake says as he looks around to make sure is accounted for. "Tuk is with y/n" Neytiri says as she sits down next to her husband. Neteyam doesn't even listen to the conversation, all he could think about was y/n.

Neteyam runs his finger over her folds which earns him a gasp from y/n as it was a whole new sensation to her. "You're so wet for me ma pretty girl. All just from my touch" He hums as he slowly inserts a finger inside her soaking core. He slides his fingers out and tweaks her sensitive bud in between his index finger and thumb. "Mm only you ma teyam" She mewls as she feels him insert another finger in her.

Mo'at walks into the hut and immediately notices how Neteyam is detached from reality and in his own world. "Okay I think that's all" Jake concludes as he gets up and walks over to where the table was and gathered his bow and arrows. Everyone kind of went their own ways except for Mo'at, Kiri and Neteyam who were still in the Sully hut.

Mo'at places her hand onto Neteyam's shoulder which brings him back to reality and he looks up to see his grandmother smirking at him. "I hear Eywa saying that it's hard for you to embrace the dreams she is giving you Neteyam" Mo'at hints at him giving his shoulder a squeeze before sitting down at one of the mats.

Fear ran through his body as he looked up at his grandmother, a terrified look in his eyes. "Oh great mother!" Was all he said as he saw Mo'at laughs while Kiri giggled next to him. "No shame in it Neteyam, but I think you should listen to Eywa" Mo'at tells him as she gives him a wink before looking at Kiri with a knowing look.

"Neteyam get your bow and arrows, we're going hunting with dad" Lo'ak says peaking his head through the entrance for a split second then disappearing. Neteyam stands up and grabs his bow then makes his way out of the hut to follow his dad and younger brother.

Jake puts a finger to his lips as a way to say 'be quiet' and points to the creature that they were going to hunt. Lo'ak nods and gets into his position while Neteyam does the same. Thoughts filled Neteyam's head and he starts to think about his feelings for y/n, distracting him from the task at hand.

Y/n bewitched him since day one. From the way she talks to the way her innocence and sweetness radiates off of her. He doesn't just love her, He wants to consume her. He wants to consume her body and her soul along with just ruining her. "Neteyam" Jake says as his older son looks at him with a daze look. "You're not focused son, go clear your head" Jake tells him in which Neteyam shakes his head.

"Sorry sir I-" He begins to say but Jake raises his hand before looking at his son. "Go get some rest" Jake dismisses and Neteyam nods his head before getting up from his spot. "Hey that's not fair what about me dad" Lo'ak complains and Jake rolled his eyes. "Shut it son, you still need to help me hunt" Jake says and it was Lo'ak's turn to roll his eyes as they both began walking deeper in the forest.

Instead of going back to his hut and getting some rest, He decides he's going to walk around the forest to collect his thoughts. He makes the decision that he wants to kiss y/n even if it's only one time, He needs to feel her lips against his. "Fuck it" He mumbles as he starts walking towards the direction of Mo'at's hut, determined to find y/n.

"Y/n?" He calls out as he opens the front flap to be greeted with his grandma already looking at him. "Y/n went to the lake to collect some plants" Mo'at says as she gives him a warm smile. "Thank you grandma" He says as he leaves the hut and towards the lake. As he walks to the lake, he can feel his heart thumping against his chest as he thought of how she would react.

Neteyam finally makes it to the lake and stops in his tracks as he watches y/n gathers some plants by the lake. "Now or Never" He says to himself as he sets his bow down before making his way to y/n. The sound of leaves crushing catches y/n's attention as she turns around to see Neteyam standing there.

He closes the distance between them and grabs her face, crashing his lips against hers. Y/n stands there shocked as she places her hands on his chest pushing him away. "What are you doing teyam?" She asks with a hint of innocence in her voice that drove him wild. "I changed my mind" He says as his hands rest against her waist and she looks at him.

"What are you talking about" She says and he smiles before pulling her closer. "I'll teach you ma y/n. I'll teach you how to kiss" He tells her with full honesty and he leans down to kiss her again but y/n stops him and pushes him away. "Are you sure?" She questions with the look of unsure in her eyes.

"I've never been so sure in my life ma pretty girl. I want this but I need to know if you want it too" He said with no hesitation as he places one of his hands on her cheek. Y/n lets out a sigh as she looks away from him, biting her lip. "Oh teyam, do you do this often?" She asks him and he raises an eyebrow in response.

Y/n rolls her eyes before shaking her head "You know, kissing girls in the forest late at night" She explains and Neteyam shakes his head. "No, you'll be my first" He admits and blushes at his confession in which y/n grabs his face, crashing her lips against his and he immediately kisses her back.

Neteyam pulls her closer to him while she wraps her arms around his neck. He bites her bottom lip causing her to gasp and he takes this as the opportunity to stick his tongue in her mouth and swipes it along hers before removing it. "You want me to teach you something else ma girl?" He asks as he teasingly moves the strap of her top off her shoulder and she rolls her eyes before shoving him in the lake.

Y/n lets out a laugh as she sees him come up to the surface, shaking his head as he looks at her with the look of disbelief. "Really ma y/n" He says raising his arms up causing some splashes and y/n continues to laugh then looses her footing on wet moss, also falling into the water.

Now it was his turn to laugh as she comes up to the surface and starts to laugh with him. He swims over to her and gently grabs her face before leaning down and kissing her passionately. She smiles into the kiss before placing her hands on his hair, playing with his braids. He breaks the kiss then puts his forehead against hers and just held y/n in his arms.

"You're wearing the armband" Y/n says surprise as she runs her hand over the armband she made him. "Of course ma pretty y/n, I wouldn't trade it for the world" He says as he holds her face in his hands, admiring how beautiful and innocent she looked. "I want to be your first in everything ma y/n" He begins while giving her a forehead kiss that makes her blush even more.

"But I also want to be your last" Neteyam finishes leans down to give her a passionate kiss that was a way to seal what he said to her because he meant it with all his heart.

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imjustagirlinthisworlddd · 4 months

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could we get some Newt headcanons pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Newt headcanons !!

FINALLY SOME LOVE FOR NEWT!!!!!!!! MY LOVEEEEEEEEEEE ASKASOKAKS i've been waitingggg for someone to finally do a request of newt!! so happy you made one<3

Newt who would be stunned and surprised by your looks when you first came up in the box. Newt who tells the boys to 'back off' when they're making fun of you when you first arrived at the glade. Newt who would always be staring at you; through the bonfire, across the glade, and even when you're eating (literally all the time). Newt who is startled when both of your hands brushed at the slightest contact. Newt who would always guard you when you're showering. Newt who accidentally heard the way some boys talk dirty things about you and yell at them to shut up. Newt who would use his position as the 2nd on command to try to save you from alby's punishments when you break the rules. Newt who hopes everyday that you won't be a runner. Newt who would insist that you shouldn't be a runner which leads to you both arguing so loud which later on ended with Newt kissing you against a tree. Newt who knows that you can handle yourself in the maze but still gets scared that something would happend to you. Newt who clenches his jaw when a Greenie flirts with you. Newt who talks to Minho about taking care of you in the Maze. Newt who would tell you and even show you how much you really mean to him without being ashamed. Newt who accidentally calls you 'love' but later on calls you that all the time after seeing your shy reaction (he wants to see more of your flustered face). Newt who doesn't realize that he likes you until Minho jokingly tease him about you getting with other boys. Newt who is shockingly easy flustered whenever you flirt with him. Newt who would ignore his feelings for you until you're the only thing in his mind, and it makes him shy around you. Newt who would kiss you slowly as he brushes his thumbs against your cheek. Newt who enjoys your presence so much that he wants to spend all his time with you. Newt who would suggest to Alby that you should move into his hut once you both start dating to give your hut to the new greenie. Newt who would wake up more early due to his position as the 2nd leader and spend his time kissing your cheek and forehead gently and admire you're features, and whisper 'your so bloody gorgeous' and 'i love you' quietly. Newt who would always take every chance he could to be with you because he's busy as the 2nd on command. Newt who's surprisingly into PDA (not all of the time, and not too much, and it's more of a cautious possessive thing than just being cute in front all of the gladers; he normally stands behind you with his hands on your waist. His grip is gentle and he loves it when you relax your back into him).

tbh it's crazy and still unbelievable how i get requests btw I'm thinking of making a part 2 of this since i still have many more hc's of him on my mind and maybe make a smut or spice version of his hc's, but do you guys want that? (In case y'all don't know yet, i'm a really big simp for newt.)

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Red Lily Down

GN! Reader x Bunny Hybrid Harem

Part 1~

Introductions

Their Info: 💐🐰✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, GN! Reader, No pronouns used for reader, no genitalia descriptions mentioned for reader, bunny hybrid reader/mostly all of the harem is an animal hybrid of some kind, NSFW: sexual themes all throughout, every named character wants you, non con touching, smut, no sex yet! nipple touching

Disclaimer: This harem’s theme is based off of a mix of Roots of Pacha and Watership Down. Not intended to represent any real or specific person/time/place/ or culture!

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!” You fling open the thick curtains to Azure’s room.

He was already awake, but he’s got a fierce mix of laziness, and craving you as a daily wake up call. So he was well prepared to stay cooped up for a while. “You’re the sleepyhead, been waitin’ all mornin’ for you,” He pats the cushy bedding beside him, inviting you to join.

You gleefully hop over. As you begin your decent, his arms fully envelope you, and pull you into his body. You snuggle against him as he inhales the top of your head deeply. “You shouldn’t crawl into everyone’s beds, Y/n… Especially a guy’s, like mine…” He pauses, before he scowls, “Or Lore’s. Stay away from her’s too.”

Your heart thumps at the connotations to his words, and the proximity to his hot body that you’re far more aware of now. The way his body contours to you perfectly…

“But… You’re my friends!” You try and keep the fact that your burning up now hidden. Try as you might, it doesn’t stop the fact that you both can hear the sound of each others blood pumping faster, and harder.

“Don’t pretend your heart didn’t just jump,” he nuzzles into your head further, “and your so warm…” His hand finds your chest through your top and squeezes softly.

You jump out of his bed at once, “I’m gonna be late for my checkup with Llyr!” An excuse, sure. But true nonetheless.

“Tell ‘em i’ll kill him if he touches you.” He growls as he rolls over in a huff.

“He has to touch me!” Your face warms, “He’s the healer, Azure.” You roll your eyes at his back.

Azure grumbles and sinks further into the pillows and hay, “I’ll still kill ‘em…”

On your walk through the warren you feel uneasy… Something is definitely watching you.

“Oooooh Llyr! I’m here~!” You enter the vine covered healer’s hut with a mighty flourish, ready to get your business out of the way.

“Perfect! Welcome, Y/N! please, have a seat here,” His back is turned as he speaks. You can hear the sound of him using a mortar and pestle to grind something into a mushy, grainy substance. The sound persists through several long moments, a growing nervousness is able to sink in…

It’s just a check up! You breathe in.

“There… Now, Y/N, i need you to eat this.” He addresses you.

“What is it?” you inspect the bowl, it’s just a mushy, herby ball.

“You don’t want it?” His smile remains even.

“I guess I do…” Unaware of his special ingredient, you gulp it down… You trust the warren healer.

It tastes like roots and spice.

You don’t feel any different.

“Good. Now, take off your shirt”

“Oh… Okay….” Whether you’re used to having it off or not, you still feel embarrassed to do it for him. You cover yourself with your arms until he pulls them away.

“There, good job,” he coos gently. Your cheeks feel warmer.

He leans his head against your now bare chest, fuzzy blonde ear resting all the way up over your shoulder. “I need to hear your heartbeat clearly,” He reaches up your torso.

“O-kayyy—EEP!” As you’re speaking he tweaks your nipple.

“Good~” he coos, “Good response,”

He’s rolling your nipple now.

“Mm… I-Is th-this—necessary?” You question.

“Heyyy, Y/n~!” The warren’s playboy, and your ex, enters through the beaded curtain with a certain undeniable swagger.

The healer puts his arms up in surrender, “Mateo,” though his eyes crinkle into a smile, he’s anything but innocent.

“Been sent by chief to come get them” A sly smirk spreads across Mateo’s face as he helps you back into your clothes.

He rakes his fingers up your arm, leaving goosebumps behind. His hand trails the edge of your ear, and he leans over top of you to blow a little puff of air into it. Your insides heat up, and you cover your face shylly.

“I-uh… Gotta forage with Aster soon anyway! sorry Llyr” You follow him out.

After you’ve both gotten outside and away from curious glances, he pins you to the closest earthen hut. His hand finds your ear to play with yet again, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you…”

“How many people have you said that to?” You roll your eyes.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I should have never cheated on you…”

“We were together for like one summer when we were like seventeen cycles old.” While you speak you brush away his roaming hands.

He grabs you by the hips, and pushes you harder against the wall. His passion and frustration mixing for you specially. “I never stop thinking of you. Truly. It’s not even sexual all the time!” You feel his breath against your lips, and turn away.

“Wow that’s such an accomplishment for you. I’m soo honored.” You say, sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom. “I’ll go find the chief myself.”

When you walk away, he’s left there somehow looking more hot than when he came to get you. Disheveled, hot and bothered… Craving you.

On your way, you continue to feel watched…

You open the woven bramble door to Chief Winter’s carved stone hut.

“Ah there you are, little one, have you come to a decision?” Winter is sitting, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back. His one green orb takes in all of you. Your own eyes wander across every deeply carved muscle on his body, stopping in wonder at every beautifully thick and jagged scar.

You notice him smile, pleased that youre enjoying his glorious visage. He uncrosses his legs and his loincloth is tented by something absolutely massive. Your mouth is suddenly very dry. “Yes sir… I mean no sir! I mean—! I don’t know yet… Sir!” You blather.

He asked you a moon cycle ago if you wanted to be his mate.

He laughs heartily, “Do not fret, little one, I find you most endearing.” His smile is warm and inviting, a stark contrast to such a hardened looking man. “But, I’m sure you have duties to attend to. You are dismissed. Do visit whenever though,”

“Y/n! Hey!” Lore pops out from nowhere and makes you jump.

“Lore! Gods, you scared me!” Hand over heart, you try to speak without gasping.

“Hehe! Sorry!” She shifts her attention to the chief, “See ya Winter!”

He smiles and gives you a nod as you’re dragged out by the bard.

Something is still watching you. You can sense it every time you’re no longer sheltered by the indoors.

She clings to your arm as you both walk through the crabgrass and clovers between huts. “When’s our next slumber party?” She puts her bottom lip out and gives you her best puppy dog eyes. She’s adorable.

“I donno, Azure said I shouldn’t be getting into everyone’s beds anymore…”

Her grip tightens painfully, “and… Where were you when he said that?”

“in…”

“His bed. Hm.” Lore pulls a jagged flint knife out of her belt. “Be right back, Y/n~”

you grab her arm, “Wait! could you please stop threatening eachother?”

“But!!! UHG! he needs to die.” She folds her arms, and tilts her head up defiantly, her back is turned to you.

You lean over her shoulder to get direct access to her ear. “No he does not, Lore. I’d never forgive you,”

“F-fine.” Steeling herself with a deep breath, she re-sheathes the knife. “You owe me though…”

“What do you want?” You ask.

“A sleepover! Duh!” She touches your chest, “And…” Her lips crash softly against yours, the scent of sweet herbs carries on her. “That.” She pulls back to look into your eyes before she saunters away happily.

You notice the position of the sun and almost shriek! Aster is so gonna rub it in your face if he forages more than you.

You hurry home to grab your favorite basket and head to the forest to join Aster. On your way, you feel that you’re being hunted.

“Hey Y/n~ Wanna make it a game day?” Aster’s basket is already a quarter full of little fruits and mushrooms, so he’s going to win, but…

“Sure, why not” You giggle.

“Usual rules, loser has to do whatever the winner says…” You don’t quite notice the devilish sparkle to his smile, so you naturally agree. Gotta have fun while you do your duties!

Your basket fills fast enough, you still lose, though it’s not like you didn’t see it coming.

Once you’ve both turned in your efforts of the day, Aster finds you at the banquet. You were putting your bowl away after cleaning it, when his arms snake around you.

“Loser…” He taunts.

“Hah! Aster, no need to be a sore winn—” His hand travels down to your bottoms. “er…”

“Shh. Do whatever I say, remember?” Fingertips find your skin now, brushing barely over it. “stand still.”

Shaking legs and all, you obey to your best ability.

He finds a sweet spot, eliciting a small gasp, and he stays there. Your brows knit, and you close your eyes. he pushes down harder, but still gently.

“Next time, I’m gonna take you.” His breath tickles your neck as he whispers.

You shiver, eyes wide.

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Dear Ghoul, remember the ask I sent previously about Price being all condescending and using nicknames to mock our dear witch and how you asked about how it feels being right about it?

I think I'm pretty proud about being spot-on about it all lol.

I wish I could send you some more stuff but atm my brain is solely focused on this Gaz oneshot I'm writing :') but I'll probably gush about Fae Price and Fae Gaz later this weekend hopefully.

Anyway, the only thing I can think about is witch harvesting some strawberries from her little kitchen garden and making a lot of fruit jam, and leaving some for Fae Price outside on the wall/barrier that stands between her hut and Price's place. Along with a cute note telling him to take the jam and to use it while it's fresh and all....the domesticity of it all is just so....gentle.

This probably got Fae Price thinking about how pretty and glowing Witch would be as they go about their day in a shared space, him going out and bringing his sweet witch herbs and keepsakes to work with, testing her magic spells by trying to break it for her....just swoon.

(also can I be 🪷 anon, if it's not taken? I'd like to have some moniker so it's easy to identify my rambling on your blog lol)

AH! Imagine me pointing at my fic with Witch sitting on Price's lap: the cookies in that have home made rose jam. God the rose motif I am pushing is just not subtle, but I don't care. Witch absolutely makes jam with the fruit in her garden/the fruit given to her by clients.

I think that while Price was still waiting for the threshold to let him in he sometimes had tea with Witch. He's not a big fan of tea, but he is a fan of the scones and jam that Witch makes.

It's one of your favorite times of the day, a little past lunch when the sun in your garden is at its hottest and the Winter on the other side is the coldest. You pass Price a mug of warm mulled wine and pluck a scone from the plate precariously balanced on the garden wall. Price sips at his drink while you complain about a difficult customer, neatly slicing your preferred scone to slather jam on each half. You offer half to Price and he takes it with a small smile.

"You not drinkin' tea anymore?" He asks suddenly. You pause capping the jam.

"I'm drinking tea now," You tip your mug to show him the leaves at the bottom, "Why?"

"This is wine." He says it like you should know what he's not saying, and you do.

"Homemade," You tell him with a smile, before relenting to his stare with a sigh, "You don't drink tea." Price hums, like he wants to refute it, as if you didn't see him his a frown and furrowed brows the last time you served him tea. Granted it was pretty bitter, but there were only so many times you could pour out a half drunk mug before you figured the man didn't enjoy a cuppa like you did.

"It's good," He finally tells you. You hide your smile behind your mug, sipping your lukewarm tea.

"Good, I'll make it again." You leave off the 'for you' Price doesn't need to know he's the only other person enjoying your labors. Even if he can taste it under the spices, that you were thinking of him while you were cooking. If he didn't know any better he might think you were trying to make him fall for you. You give too much of yourself too freely, he'd be a fool not to want you for himself.

"Got something for ya," He digs a hand into his pocket, fishing out the tightly corked bottle. You're pretty when you frown, the little crease in your brows is endearing.

"You don't have to repay-" He hold out the bottle, little white stems in soft purple liquid. Your eyes light up just how he thought they would. "Ghost pipes," Your excitement is so pleasant to be on this side of. He shakes the bottle, churning the contents while he waits for you to take it. He knows you will, the way you set down your mug and hold your hands out.

"For the food," He knows you're itchy about debts, and it's easier to imply he's put a price on your kindness than try to convince you he's giving out of his own care. No strings attached, he means to say. Even though he knows you'd never buy that. Your hesitance around accepting his gifts is starting to fade. It makes him feel almost warm when you take the bottle from him. It's not a tether, it's something else. A warmth he hasn't felt before.

He'll decide what it means later. When he isn't watching your smile.

#1fae1 #fae!Price #oc: witch #john price x reader #john price x oc #captain john price #Ok I gotta get off the fae and back to the cowboys #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #I feel like I'm losing my cowboy credibility #also i have seen other people writing cowboys recently and that makes me happy #more cowboys for me to read about #I'm gonna clear a bunch of fae asks out of by inbox #and work on my beloved ranch hands #🪷 anon

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 1 year

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Crawling Back to You (Part 3) - Cassian x Reader

Part One - Part Two

The last part to this fun little piece! Thought it would be good to end it on a mishmash of a bit of angst, a bit of fluff and a bit of SPICE 🌶️

Warnings: Vague allusions to assault/sexual assault. A bit of violence. SMUT.

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You’d stopped showing up to training altogether.

That sting of rejection — the humiliation — was too much. The moment itself may have been fleeting…mere seconds had passed from the point Cassian had pulled out of you to the point he’d strode from your apartment. But in between…you’d offered yourself to him, unguarded. Told him you were his, if he wanted.

Which he didn’t.

See you around, he’d called as he’d flounced away. You’d done everything in your power over the next two months to make sure you didn’t, in fact, see him around. And the fact that he didn’t come to nag you about training — not even once — spoke volumes.

Colder air had swept through Velaris over those two months, the winter weather very much making itself present — but Velaris always had a warmth about it, a friendliness.

Such a thing was permanently absent in Windhaven. The cold, soulless place you’d grown up in. To say your stomach had plummeted when your father had summoned you was a wild understatement. The fact that he’d left you alone for over a year suggested that it couldn’t mean anything good that he now wanted to speak with you.

You rubbed at your arms as Rhys landed in an easy swoop and set your wobbling legs down. The wind was brisk, unforgiving — bleak. There was no light or laughter in this place.

“Thanks for flying me in.” You squeezed your friend’s arm, your smile not quite meeting your eyes.

“You’re sure you’ll be alright on your own?” Rhys asked, and you gave an unconvincing nod. “I’m meeting Cassian at the girls’ training rings. Just come and find me when you’re ready to leave.”

With another thankful nod, you began your trek through the trees, taking the winding path that led to a small trickle of old, dilapidated wooden huts. The sight of them immediately had your stomach churning, memories flashing in your head of cramped living conditions, squeezing into a tiny home with three brutish older brothers, the agony of the day your wings had been clipped—

Your eyes shuttered as you came to a stop at the third hut in the row. You steadied your breathing, and then knocked against the door with the toe of your boot.

Barely seconds passed before your father was ripping the door open and appraising you with nothing but contempt in his eyes. You lifted your chin — met his gaze. It seemed to surprise him a little as he stepped aside and silently gestured for you to walk in.

Inside was even worse than you remembered. Utterly filthy and dishevelled. Your mother had died birthing you, and it had always been left to you to keep the house in order, make sure the chores were done.

Clearly, the male members of your family hadn’t adapted well to you escaping to Velaris over a year ago.

“It’s lacking a female touch.” Your father said from behind you — the first words he deigned to speak to you. Not, hello, Y/N. Not, how have you been?

You pivoted to face him. Folded your arms. “So it would seem.”

He eyed you. And he seemed…smaller, somehow. Not the towering monster he once was. You didn’t shrink in front of him like you’d always been prone to doing.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” You asked.

He jerked his chin, gesturing to the disorder around you. “I need you to come home, Y/N.”

You scoffed. “This isn’t my home.”

“This,” His jaw set as he studied you, “Is your only home. Wherever you’ve run off to…getting up to the Gods know what…you don’t belong there.”

How wrong he was. He couldn’t possibly know how much you truly did belong in Velaris. How much the place had opened its arms to you as though you were always supposed to be there. Not the vacuous hell that was Windhaven.

“And why would you have me home?” You shrugged. “Because you care about me? Because you miss having your daughter around? Or because you need a female to look after you and your males?”

“I–”

“Let me make one thing extremely clear, father.” You stepped closer to him – may as well have been as tall as him, from the way you stared him down. “The daughter who escaped this place in the dead of night? She doesn’t exist anymore. She got out, and she will never be returning. You may have clipped my wings, and you may have wasted years of my life, but never – ever will you have anything else from me.” You looked him up and down, disgust curling your lip. “And I mean nothing.”

The way his eye twitched…you knew you’d hit a nerve. Knew that he was looking at you and seeing nothing of the scared young girl he’d treated so poorly. He tucked his wings in tight – a move you knew was a precursor to him unleashing himself on you.

But you weren’t scared anymore.

Biting out a humourless laugh, you shoved past him, your shoulder nudging him out of the way. He made to reach for you, but you were younger, quicker. You unsheathed the blade strapped to your thigh.

“Lay a single finger on me and you’ll wish you never had.” You levelled a hardened gaze at him. “Rhysand will come looking for me.”

Whatever the High Lord’s name had him thinking…he blanched. Took a reluctant step back. You let a triumphant smirk pull at your lips as you turned once more, yanking the door open. The cold that hit you was actually pleasant.

“And, father?” You stepped outside. “Don’t ever send for me again.”

He didn’t deign to respond.

Something stopped you from sheathing your blade again. You didn’t know what. Perhaps just the uneasiness of strolling through the Windhaven camp.

It was one hell of a trek from your father’s hut to the other end of the camp, where the girls trained – as far away from the males as possible. Strolling through rows of tents and fires and crumbling cottages, you glimpsed faces of males you’d happily never see again – males you’d grown up around, who were cruel and dark in the most harrowing ways. Their eyes trailed you as you passed, smirks on their lips and deep sniggers beneath their breaths – like they remembered, just as well as you did, the torment they’d given you. Given all the females around them.

But you weren’t that female anymore. You had trained, gained strength, grown. You’d seen the beauty that had waited for you when you’d mustered the courage to take that leap out of here.

So you simply smiled at them – pleasantly, sweetly – and carried on walking.

You’d almost made it to the training rings when the figure came out of nowhere. On a winding stretch of path that was quiet and deserted, the looming male landed in front of you so fast, you couldn’t help but stumble back.

“Leaving so soon?” Your eldest brother sneered at you.

You gritted your teeth, sidestepping him. “Get out of my way, Zein. Now.”

“No.” He followed your movement, folding his arm. “I don’t think I will. Has father spoken to you?”

You eyed him – the dark, cutting features. His face was as cold and impassive as it always was, but he cut a casual figure in a tunic and a pair of breeches. Not the Illyrian leathers he usually donned.

“He did.” You answered. “Move.”

“And?”

“And the lot of you are fucking insane if you think I’m coming back here – leaving my life – to be your servant again.”

You pushed past him, just as you’d pushed past your father. Made sure that your shoulder slammed against his arm; it was the least he deserved after the years of his cruelty you’d suffered.

But unlike your father, Zein had never known when to leave something. When to back off.

His hand landed on your shoulder, hard, tugging you to a stop. “Your place is here, with us.” He hissed. “Not with those pretty males you whore yourself out to.”

“Get your hand off me, now–”

“You think you can turn your back on us? We own you, Y/N. Always have, always will.”

That hard, cold hand of his moved from your shoulder – moved towards your neck. And you struck.

Before you could even register what you were doing, register your own strength, you were gripping that hand in your own and twisting your brother’s arm behind his back. Your heavy boot slammed right between his legs, and he groaned, stumbling forward – the perfect position for you to slam him face-first against a tree.

“One day,” You spat, lifting your dagger to tease the skin of his neck, “One day, I’m going to fucking gut you for everything you’ve ever done. Perhaps not today,” You applied enough pressure to pierce his skin, watching his blood bead, “But one day, I will, and I’ll have fun doing it.”

He choked out around his pain, “You wouldn’t have it in you, you stupid whore.”

“You call me stupid,” you pressed the blade harder, firmer, shoving his face into the bark, “and yet you’re the one insulting me while I hold a blade to your throat.”

He spat onto the tree. “Am I supposed to fear a silly, little female with a blade she doesn’t know how to use?”

You laughed bitterly. He never had known when to shut up. That wagging tongue of his had gotten him into trouble more times that you could count.

And you didn’t care to hang around and hear him spew utter nonsense.

Your foot, a second time, flew up to kick right between his legs. He immediately released a whoosh of air, biting out a groan. But you weren’t finished with him.

You released his arm from your grasp – only to then slash right through skin and muscle and tendon with your blade. The scream that roared from your brother’s throat echoed through the trees, sending birds skittering into the sky.

“Maybe I should slice those hands off so that you never touch another female again.” You gritted out, your anger a living thing. “Or maybe I should go straight for your favourite part so that you can’t shove it anywhere, ever again. Which one will it be, brother?”

He was choking, gasping. “Bitch–”

“Which one?” You raised your voice, kicked him again. “Your hands? Or you cock?”

“Y/N.”

It wasn’t Zein’s voice that answered you. A stronger, firmer one that had emerged from behind you. Cassian. You ignored him, glaring down at your brother, poised to slice at him again.

“Y/N.” Cas repeated, and a gentle hand landed on your arm. “Not today – you don’t need to face this today.”

He was right – somewhere deep, in the rational area of your brain, you knew that. That you’d be causing more trouble than it was worth to be dealing with your brother right now. Devlon would undoubtedly coin it an unprovoked attack and use it to strike back twice as hard. You’d be bringing trouble right to Rhys’s door.

So you spat, stepping away from your brother with one last kick to his ribs, “Count yourself lucky, you piece of shit.”

Zein just groaned. Whined, like the pathetic little bitch he was.

“Get out of here, Zein.” Cassian commanded. “Now. Before I allow your sister to do as she pleases.”

Still whining, still groaning, Zein pushed to his feet. He grasped his arm, blood soaking his hand as he shot you a furious glare.

“You’re going to regret that.” He hissed, before shoving past you.

“No,” You hummed, wiping his blood from your blade, “I assure you I’m not.”

He didn’t bother to reply as he stumbled out of sight, his wings tucked in tight behind him. And then it was just you and Cassian, the tension thick, heavy.

His gaze was firm on you. “Are you alright?”

You met his eyes, then…and they were…they were unreadable. An emotion you couldn’t quite place. Like he was seeing you for the first time.

“I’m absolutely fine.” You said – and you were. Not shaken. Not rattled. Fine. You pulled away from Cassian, brushing past him.

“Y/N–”

“No time to talk, Cass.” You called over your shoulder. “I need to get back to Velaris for dinner with Killian.”

He paused. “...Who the fuck is Killian?”

“He’s a friend.” You shot him a lazy wave. Emulated that swaggering, cock-sure attitude he’d given you two months ago. “See you around.”

His eyes didn’t leave you as you found your way to Rhys.

“Her name is Jaivy. She’s come into the shop a couple of times, now. She’s beautiful”.

You stared down at your hands. Callused and flecked with white scars from years of defending yourself. Proving yourself. The hands of somebody who was prepared to fight.

Those same hands had sliced at your brother’s skin earlier that day – drawn blood and caused pain. And you felt…removed from yourself. Like you’d watched the whole thing from outside of your body. Not because you regretted it or wished you’d handled it differently, but–

But because you hadn’t realised how strong you’d become. How brave. How all that training you’d put in, pushing yourself to your limits at the top of the House of Wind through rain and sun and snow…it had wielded you into someone you’d always hoped to be. Strong…and no longer scared.

You hadn’t quite gotten your head around it yet. Hadn’t quite acclimatised yourself to the fact that your run-in with Zein had actually happened – after all those years of torment. And you were the one to walk away unscathed. It felt…good. Bizarre, but good.

“I think if she comes into the shop again, I’m going to ask to take her for a drink. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

You stared down at your plate of untouched food, barely hearing your friend’s voice as he chatted away. You were there and yet…not there. Your mind not entirely present. You twirled the fork in your hand–

And jolted as a kick landed on your shin.

“Y/N.” Killian cocked an eyebrow. “Am I talking to myself here?”

“What?” You blinked back at him. “No…of course not.”

“Then what was I talking about?”

You studied him, searched your mind for the answer – came up blank. A groan left you as you placed your fork down. “I’m sorry. I’m being a bad friend.”

Killian was one of the first friends you’d made when you’d come to Velaris. A jeweller who worked for his father in the Palace of Thread and Jewels, he was an utter sweetheart. And clearly a much better friend than you were.

He tilted his head, his blue eyes softening. “What’s on your mind?”

With a soft sigh, the words fell out of you like they’d been waiting for a chance to escape. You told him – all of it. The reason your father had summoned you, your run in with Zein…even bits you’d never told anyone about your childhood. Perhaps returning to Windhaven, seeing it from fresher, stronger eyes, had rehashed some emotions that needed dealing with.

“So that was that,” You slumped back in your chair. “I almost severed my brother’s arm.”

Killian’s lips twitched. “And threatened to sever his cock.”

“Right. And I think I would have, you know. I think I would have taken it that far if Cassian hadn’t stepped in.”

“Sounds to me like it was only a matter of time before someone put your brother in his place.”

True. Killian was certainly right about that – but still. Your own strength had…shaken you a bit. Left you stunned by your own impulse.

“You never need to go back to Windhaven. Your life is here, now, Y/N.” Killian reached over, squeezing your hand. “And you’re happy here, right?”

Your eyes darted to the table. “I…am.”

“...But?”

He knew you too well. You sighed softly. “But…I think I’m in love. With someone who doesn’t love me back.”

“Cassian, right? You talk about him a lot.”

Your cheeks heated, and you let out a groan, covering your face. Killian laughed softly from across the table, squeezing your hand again.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He said. “It’s sweet–”

“No. Nope. We’re not talking about this.”

“Is it the thighs? He has amazing thighs.”

You snorted, kicking him. “You are so annoying.”

“It’s definitely the thighs, isn’t it? Do you imagine riding those thighs?”

“Mother above. Be quiet and order some wine.”

He grinned – your friend grinned, mischievously, endearingly – and you knew he’d achieved precisely what he’d intended. To bring a smile back to your face.

And no matter what…if all else failed, you’d always have Killian.

The two of you shared a bottle of wine, and then you took a slow walk home through the cold, crisp streets of Velaris, your arms linked together. Whether it was the wine or the company, the weight on your shoulders that the stressful day had left was lifted – for now.

Hopefully, you’d be able to fall into your bed and sleep without issue.

“She’s a dancer.” Killian was telling you all about his new fancy, Jaivy, as he strolled beside you. “I’m going to go and watch her in the Rainbow soon.”

You couldn’t help but smile. This Jaivy sounded exactly what Killian needed. He was clearly smitten – that much was obvious in the way he’d spent thirty minutes describing her green, green eyes.

“Do you think I should bring flowers to give her after her performance? Is that a thing? Or would it be too much? Or maybe chocolates—whoa–”

You barely had a chance to respond as Killian grabbed you and hauled you to the side. A huge, black mass flashed above you–

And then Cassian was landing right in front of the two of you, his boots thudding against the bridge that stretched over the Sidra.

In front of you – and Killian – he looked huge. Menacing. He’d folded his arms, lowering his gaze on the pair of you. Killian seemed to notice it, also, as he tugged you back a step.

“Leave.” Was all Cassian said, his eyes on your friend.

Killian blinked. “What–”

“I need to speak with Y/N. Leave.”

“Cassian.” You snapped. “Don’t be fucking rude. He’s walking me home.”

Cas’s eyes slid to you. Softened. His voice was quieter as he said, “I just—need to talk to you.”

You stared back at him, studying his face for some clue as to what this was about. But he was guarded, closed-off. You could have sworn, though, that vulnerability flashed in his eyes.

Beside you, Killian cleared his throat. “It’s fine—I’ll leave you two.” He turned to you. “Only if you’re okay with it, though.”

You hesitated…contemplated refusing and pulling your friend straight past Cassian. But something in his gaze made you give a resigned nod. “I’m okay. You go on.”

And then Killian – Mother bless him – looked to the Illyrian general in front of him. Straightened his shoulders out and lifted his chin as he said, “Make sure she gets home safe.”

Cassian didn’t bother to glance at him, or away from you, as he replied, “She will.”

With a light squeeze of your arm, Killian let go of you and carried onward. You waited, watching him walk to the end of the bridge – where he then glanced over his shoulder at you.

And most definitely smirked. And most definitely mouthed the word thighs.

You snorted, glancing down. Cassian seemed to be studying every bit of the interaction, his eyes narrowing on Killian’s back as he strode off, soon swallowed up by the darkness.

“What the hell was that?” Cass asked.

“Nothing.” You brushed past him, rubbing your arms. “I want to go home. I’m cold.”

Before you could take another step forward, you were swept up, your feet lifting from the floor. Your entire body lurched as Cassian shot into the skies, his wings flaring and flapping, his arms warm around you. You ground your teeth, stopped yourself from spitting a remark. Ridiculous. Your apartment was only a few more minutes away.

But within seconds, he was banking and landing right in front of your building. You barely spared him a glance as he gently set you down and you dug your key from your pocket.

Your huge studio apartment was pleasantly warm. You breathed a sigh of relief, kicking your shoes off and not even acknowledging the huge, winged male that followed you inside. Your feet carried you straight over to the kitchen area, and you could feel Cassian lingering, watching you as you began to brew tea.

“...I can’t exactly talk to you if you won’t even look at me.” He eventually said, leaning against the kitchen island.

A flash of anger rippled through you. You chucked a teaspoon into the sink, whirling around to face him. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

His jaw ticked. “Why.”

“You didn’t have to be rude to my friend.”

“That friend had his hands all over you.”

“Fucking hell, Cassian, I was holding his arm!”

Cass’s eyes shuttered. He seemed to inhale a slow, careful breath, and exhaled it before he dared to open them again. Tried to force calm onto his face and smooth out his deep, furrowed brow.

“Look, I’m sorry–”

“It’s Killian you should be apologising to. Not me.” You shrugged. “What does it even matter if he was touching me?”

“Because I don’t want anyone to fucking touch you but me! Okay?!”

You blinked at him, his outburst causing every word, every thought, to eddy from your mind. Though his voice was loud, there was somewhat of a weak quality to it – strained – like he’d been holding onto those words for a long, long time, and could no longer keep them in.

Slowly, you swallowed. Stared at him. “That isn’t fair, Cassian.”

His eyes shuttered again. “I know–”

“No.” You interrupted. “You don’t. You don’t know. You know nothing about how you made me feel that day two months ago. I tried to be vulnerable with you and you smirked. Just like you smirk at every fucking female. And you walked away from me. You don’t know at all.”

“Y/N.” He opened his eyes – looked at you, tears glistening.

“The way you looked at me—” You swallowed, tamping down your emotion as your voice broke. “The way you looked at me after we had sex…for a split second, you seemed as vulnerable as I felt. And I thought that maybe…maybe there was a chance that you could feel the same way that I do. That you could love me like I love you—like I have always loved you since the first gods-damn time I ever saw you. But you walked away.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “You have no idea how—I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You can have sex with anybody, Cassian.” You shrugged weakly. Half-heartedly. “Fly down into the centre of Velaris and there’ll be a whole host of males and females alike that would invite you to their beds. You didn’t need to use my feelings to find your pleasure.”

You stepped away from the kitchen – forgot all about your tea and brushed past him, just…just wanting the entire situation to end. To go away. For the conversation to be over, and for him to leave. Maybe, with enough time, you could get over your feelings for him. Maybe—

His hand landed on your arm, stopping you in your tracks “You’re wrong.” He said quietly.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I know you have a very poor sense of self-worth Cassian, but believe me, you’re a highly sought-after male–”

“Not about that.” He moved to stand in front of you. “About me. About my feelings. If you really think it was just about sex, you’re completely and utterly wrong.”

You stared up at him, meeting the hazel of his eyes. He was such…such a large presence in everybody’s lives. The one full of witty remarks and booming laughter. The one who hid his vulnerabilities and insecurities with charm, with confidence.

But he may as well have been half your size, right then, with how utterly unsure he looked. None of the cock-sure mask he usually paraded. He was…small. Vulnerable.

Your mind went quiet as you rasped, “You never gave me any reason to think otherwise. You pretty much acted like we hadn’t had sex.”

“I know.” He swallowed – hard. “Because I was scared.”

He seemed to sense that you’d calmed slightly. That you weren’t so at risk of storming away from him and leaving him to see himself out of your apartment. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out, brushing his fingers over your hand. When you didn’t draw away, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“Can we just…sit down?” He murmured pleadingly. “And talk about this?”

You studied him. And perhaps it made you a fool in love, but…you nodded. Allowed him to tug on your hand and pull you over to the sofa.

You sat cross-legged, allowing him to adjust himself into whatever was the most comfortable position on a sofa that most definitely didn’t accommodate his huge, beautiful wings. Once he’d tucked them in and angled himself towards you, he grabbed a cushion, wrapping his arms around it – something to occupy his hands whilst he bared his soul.

“I was scared.” He said again, clearing his throat. “Because I’d been doing so, so well at staying away from you.”

You watched him – watched his fingers toying with the edges of the cushion – allowed him to figure out his thoughts, his words, on his own.

“I used to see you around Windhaven—whenever I visited. I found myself watching you a lot, and wanting to talk to you…but I knew that your family were trouble, and that I would make it worse. I didn’t have any authority to step in and help until you asked—and I can’t tell you how relieved I was that day that you approached Rhys and I and asked us to help get you out.”

Your eyes dipped down. Such strength it had taken for you to seek out those two powerful Illyrians and ask for their help – knowing they were the only ones who could truly get you away in secret. And they hadn’t hesitated, not for one second. For that, you’d forever be grateful.

Cassian frowned, squeezing the cushion tighter against him. “But you seemed so…defeated—downtrodden, by the way they’d treated you. I wanted to help you, to be around you…to know you. But every time I went back to Windhaven, there were murmurings about where you’d gone, who you were with. Your brothers were convinced you’d run off with a male, and I knew — I knew if they ever scented you on me, if they ever worked out I’d helped you…that I cared for you…they would find some way to strike back. Perhaps not straight away. But they would wait for any opportunity, and they’d strike. And you would get hurt. So I decided to just…keep away from you. Not have anything to do with you. And it wasn’t easy, believe me.”

All that time you’d spent convinced that he didn’t like you…and he’d really just been trying to protect you all along. You swallowed, not knowing what to say.

“And then Nesta invited you to train with us.” He choked a breathy laugh. “And I thought…fuck. There go my plans to keep away from you. And I was glad you were training, don’t get me wrong…glad you were showing some zest for life. But I thought that if I was rude and harsh with you, maybe you’d stay away from me. At least far enough away that I didn’t have to worry about our scents mingling. I thought if you got too close, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. And I was doing so well…”

Your eyes flicked to him. “Until?”

“Until that morning you turned up late to training and I snapped at you. I noticed right away that you were running late, and I overheard Nesta and the others joking that you were up late fucking some male. My anger had nothing to do with Devlon or Windhaven — I was just jealous.”

“Cassian.” You sighed. “I was late to training that day because I’d stayed up the night before to finish a book.”

He shook his head, frowning. “I knew I was being irrational. Even if you had been fucking someone, I had no right to feel put out by it. I’d kept you at arm’s length and been a prick to you, quite frankly. And I knew I should just leave it — that you deserved to find someone. Certainly someone who wasn’t a bastard-born brute. But I couldn’t help myself…couldn’t stand that I’d placed the hurt that was in your eyes when I snapped at you. Which was why I approached you at Rita’s that night we were there. And I really did intend to just…apologise.”

Your cheeks heated as you glanced down again. But then Cassian was reaching out, lifting your chin.

“I got jealous…again.” He studied you, his fingers brushing your cheek. “I saw you about to leave with Ryckard…and not only did I know you’d regret going with him, but I couldn’t stand the thought of you moaning another male’s name. I wanted it to be my name. And I couldn’t stop myself when I was stood in front of you. I had to taste you. Selfish, I know.”

“Well.” You mumbled. “I wasn’t exactly complaining.”

His lips twitched. “No. You most certainly were not.”

“But…why, Cass?” You shook your head. “Why…when you knew I wanted you, and you’d crossed that line, did you push me away again?”

He blew out a deep breath. “Out of panic—panic that I’d crossed a line I’d drawn myself. And fear…I cannot tell you how fucking scared I’ve been. You know as well as I do what our kind are like. How Illyrian males believe they have ownership of their females. And it’s not exactly like I’m well-regarded in Windhaven. If your family found out that you meant anything to me…” He shook his head, eyes flashing. “I tried to get myself to keep away, but I caved so quickly. I knew, when you didn’t show for training, that you wanted me to come for you. And I didn’t have the restraint in me not to do just that. I knew I was coming here that day to be inside you. I guess I really am an Illyrian brute through and through.”

“Stop that.” You frowned. You pulled his hand from your cheek, holding it in yours. “You’re nothing like them, Cassian — nothing. What happened that day in this apartment…I only want that kind of intimacy with you. Nobody else.”

“I know.” He whispered, eyes shuttering. “And I shouldn’t have walked away. But when you said I could have you…I knew there was no going back. That I’d completely changed things. That it was about more than just sex. That I loved you. And I thought if I didn’t walk away then, I was going to get you killed.”

It was only then that you became aware of tears spilling down your cheeks — tears brought on by a whole host of things. By the way he saw himself…how he was so utterly down on himself. By how he’d been fighting with his thoughts and feelings for so long.

By the fact that he loved you. That he was actually saying it.

You cleared your throat, wiping your eyes. “So what’s changed, Cassian? Because who my family are…I can’t do anything about that. I don’t want to live my life in fear of how they’ll react to my choices. I specifically left Windhaven to get away from that.”

“I know.” Cassian nodded. “And it was only today — when I saw how you handled your brother — that I realised I’ve been scared for nothing. I realised you can handle yourself — that you’re strong. That if they struck, you’d strike back ten times harder. And why should we live in misery when that’s exactly what they want?”

For a long while, you just…stared at him. Took him in, in all his brilliant beauty. His hazel eyes were soft, his lips — for once — not smirking. None of the bravado he usually wore. He was just Cassian. The male you couldn’t stay away from. The male you loved.

And did it excuse how he’d previously treated you? No. But you could understand…understand that a combination of his lack of self-worth and his innate need to protect you had combined and manifested in ways that had ended up hurting both of you.

But surely you’d both been through enough. Surely you both deserved happiness.

“That strength you saw today…” you hummed softly, tracing a finger over his hand, “that’s all thanks to you. The strength, the courage—all of it. It came from training with you. I didn’t even realise I had it until I was threatening to mutilate my brother.”

Cassian’s lips twitched, but he shook his head. “No—-it was always there. You’re naturally strong. Naturally brave. The training just…honed it.”

You laughed gently, and a moment of silence, of peace, followed it. Just the two of you staring down at your joined hands, a feeling of understanding settling between you.

“So.” Cassian eventually breathed. “As much as I don’t deserve it—do you think we can move past it all? Start fresh—together.”

“You deserve it more than anyone, Cass.” You inched closer. “And yes. We can.”

He genuinely looked like he might cry. But he shut his eyes before the tears could form, and leaned forward to press his lips against yours.

The kiss was…sweet. Gentle. Not a searing kiss in the back alley of Rita’s, or the angry kiss he’d pressed against you that day he’d fucked you against the sofa. It was…caring. Loving.

You pulled away, playing with his hair as you studied his face. “I love you, you idiot.”

“And that makes me the luckiest male alive.” He stared back at you. “I swear—I’ll never take it for granted again. I’m going to make sure you know it — that I love you.” The tender expression flashed to a wolffish grin. “Even more so since watching you kick your brother’s ass. When I tell you I’ve been rock fucking hard ever since—”

You snorted. “I don’t know whether that should disturb me or turn me on.”

“I’d personally prefer the latter.”

“Hmm. Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

It was clear he had already found out, from the way his nostrils flared, breathing in the scent of your arousal — just like you were breathing in his. A tantalising mix of musky smokiness that had you literally fucking salivating.

“I’d quite like it,” You met Cassian’s darkened, hungry gaze, “if you fucked me — and stayed afterwards.”

A purely male growl ripped from his throat, and in seconds, he’d hoisted you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’ll stay tonight, and the night after that, and the one after that—as long as you’ll have me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the words, but any attempt at a breathless response was swallowed hungrily when he dipped his head down to catch you in a scorching, searing kiss.

You imagined it would always be like this — a burst of passion between two twin fires that were just as burning, just as hungry, for one another. Cassian was a constant, impassioned inferno of wild strength and courage, and you could meet that head-on — because you’d never been weak. Ever. It had just been about fanning those flames of power that had always existed inside you.

He was kissing you — devouring you — as he held bruisingly onto your thighs and stumbled backwards into your bedroom. The backs of his legs hit your bed, and he allowed himself to fall down onto the mattress, pulling you right on top of him.

“As wet as the sight of you in these leathers makes me,” You husked, and Cassian groaned, “I want them off. Now.”

He leaned up, his lips pressing against yours. “Anything for you.”

The room was full of panting and bruising kisses as you tore at each other’s clothes, discarding them around you without a second glance.

And then Cass was sprawled out on your bed — entirely naked. Entirely gorgeous. His cock standing to attention, his golden skin seeming to glow in the moonlight. His wings flaring around him brilliantly.

The sight was utterly breathtaking. He was utterly breathtaking. A vision. You wished you had Feyre’s artistic ability so you could paint him in all his stunning, naked glory.

“As much as I love you looking at me like that,” Cass swallowed, “get over here and ride me until I’m hoarse.”

You swallowed, your stomach coiling tightly. Your skin brushed sensitively as you moved over him, every inch of your body alert. There were so many things you wanted to do — so many parts of him you wanted to taste, parts of you that you wanted him to taste, but…later. There would be time for that later.

You met his eyes as you wrapped your hand around his cock, your lips twitching as he hissed between his teeth. You pumped him once, twice, and then slowly pushed his head through your folds, gathering up your wetness.

“Fuck—please.” Cassian’s teeth gritted.

“Hmm?” You hummed, your breath catching as the head of him rubbed against your clit. “What do you want?”

With an animalistic growl, he grabbed you by the hip. Just slightly — just enough to lift you. Enough to make room for him to grasp the considerable length of him and align it with your centre. He met your eyes as he bumped against your entrance.

And you bit your lip as the head slipped inside. Held his gaze as you slowly, slowly, sank down onto him.

It seemed like ages before he was fully seated inside you. And the position…it was so much deeper than when you’d had sex with him before. So much more intense. Like you could feel him in every part of your body, filling you up, completely and utterly yours.

“Gods,” Cassian’s hips jerked. “You feel fucking incredible around me, you have no idea.”

Oh, you knew. Because it was shattering you just as entirely. You lingered there like that, allowing yourself to adjust to him, to bask in the feel of him.

And then you began to move.

There was no denying the twin gasps that left the two of you as you began to roll your hips in slow, languid movements, feeling every part of him in every part of you. Your eyes shuttered, and you threw your head back, sure that if you died right then, you’d die in pure bliss—

“Look at me,” Cassian growled — a pure command. His hands fastened on your hips, and he guided you, his fingers biting into your skin as you moved faster. “Want you to look at me.”

So you did. You opened your eyes, met his gaze. Something about the pure, heated hazel had you shuddering, your lips parting, brow furrowing in complete, unadulterated pleasure.

“So fucking beautiful.” Cass hissed. He sat up, thrusting up into you, the angle closer, deeper.

“Gods.” You gasped, sure you may just split in two. “Fuck—Cass.”

“You’re mine.” He purred into your ear through gritted teeth, his hand palming at your ass. “And I’m yours.”

You could have come undone at that declaration alone, you were sure. Because this was no longer just about sex — but love, too. And you showed him that.

You braced your hands on his shoulders, finding the perfect rhythm that had him sliding in and out of you, so slick, so wet, your skin slapping against each other. You wanted to feel this way forever. His other hand came up, brushing the scarred, ruined remains of what was once your wings, and something about his tender touch undid you entirely. You ground yourself down on him, gasping as he hit deeper inside you than ever. As your clit rubbed against him.

“Fuck—I can’t—” Cassian choked. He grasped hold of you, flipping the both of you in one fluid movement.

You’d barely landed on your back before he was yanking your hips up and slamming into you—hard. Relentless. His wings flared out around him — an invitation. One that meant more to you than he could ever know.

It was as he pressed a thumb down on your clit, the callused skin causing the perfect friction against your wetness, that you reached out and ran your fingers over his wings. And you felt his cock jerk deep inside you at the touch. Like he had absolutely no control left of his body, he threw his head back, choking on a strangled groan.

“Gods.” He slammed harder, faster, his thumb working magic against you. “I’m gonna—I’m so close.”

And gods, so were you. So close to completely disintegrating beneath him from the pleasure.

He thrust in once, twice, three times — right to the hilt. Right until he was pushing up against a delicious, forbidden spot inside you. You shuddered — or maybe he did. You weren’t sure which pleasure was yours and which was his.

But one more scrape of your hand against his wing told you exactly which pleasure was his. He roared in a way you’d never heard before—and you came just as he stilled inside you, spilling into you.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. And neither could Cassian, it seemed, as he stared down at you, panting. He was still twitching inside you, his warmth filling you. And as he gave a few slow, languid thrusts, drawing out your pleasure, his eyes shuttered.

“Gods.” He whispered again, swallowing hard. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

Slowly, he pulled out of you, and you bit your lip, savouring the feeling. Cass studied that look on your face, a soft smile playing on his mouth.

“We have all night, love.” He said. Leaned down to kiss you.

You brushed his hair from his face. Pulled back just enough to study him. “So you’re staying.”

“Forever.” He kissed you again. “You can’t get rid of me, now.”

You were sure you must have been glowing as you smiled up at him. He kissed your lips a third time, and then your nose, your cheeks, your forehead.

With gentle movements so out of character for him, he scooped you up, and laid back on the bed with you, tucking you into his side. His wings enveloped the two of you, cocooning you from the rest of the world.

For a while, you laid like that together — happy, content. Cass’s hand rubbing indolent circles into your back. Your hand tracing the sculpted muscles of his chest, his stomach.

It was after a long stint of silence that he pulled back to look at you, an inquisitive expression on his face.

“I’m curious,” He murmured. “What did Killian mouth at you earlier — on the bridge?”

You immediately snorted, ducking your head and pressing it against his chest. Your shoulders shook with laughter.

“Well?” He pinched your waist, a smile in his voice. “What was it? I don’t need to be jealous, do I?”

“If anyone should be jealous, it should be me.” You lifted your gaze to his, smirking. “He has a thing about your thighs. We may have been discussing them.”

Cassian cocked an eyebrow — and then his signature Cassian smirk tugged at his lips.

“Well.” He grinned wickedly. “Maybe he isn’t so bad, after all. He clearly has impeccable taste.”

You rolled your eyes, swatting his chest. But you couldn’t help matching that grin with your own, basking in the feeling of how easy, how right, this was. To laugh and joke with him. To love him.

“Shut up and fuck me again, you ass.” You said.

His eyes flashed, his smirk growing. “Of course, sweetheart.”

And he did just that. Again and again.

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