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Your palms pressed against his heaving chest— a gentle push away while your eyes couldn’t find the strength to leave his. Foreheads pressed together, “What’s wrong, yawntu?” His newfound nickname for you. “Want me to go back to the village?”

Your head shook immediately, “Of course not,” hand moved to the side of his neck, “I’m just not used to this.” The heat of him being so near and the involuntary way your body reacted to him.

The light touch at your waist moved to cup your face— making you focus on him alone, “Why didn’t you say anything?” He didn’t speak with malice or rage, Lo’ak felt ashamed that you couldn’t talk to him searching your eyes. You thought he would realise that someone like you wasn’t worth his time.

“Just forget I said anything, I’m happy you’re here.” You picked up the bow and made your exit from the jungle and Lo’ak could do nothing but watch and follow; fully aware of the doubts in your mind, while feeling powerless to solve them.

His gaze on you in the stoked fire beneath the brewing pot, it had been a week since he had found you at the tsakarem hut. “Did you want to go see Payakan and Paysyul? They’ve missed you a lot,” he saw how your jaw tightened and veins pop as you continued with the various remedies Ronal had ordered from you. Only when his hand was pressed atop yours did the stirring pause. “Yawntu, take a break.”

“I can’t, Ronal needs these vials.”

The palm on your cheek had your attention, “This stuff can wait.”

The tulkun were a sight for sore eyes as was the joy you felt. Although Lo’ak had saved your life it felt as though you were still drowning in that week together. You’d scream in your sleep names Lo’ak didn’t recognise and about a fire that consumed.

‘You did it again. Lo’ak was distraught when he last spoke to Payakan and I,’ you remember the times when Paysyul had been the one to rescue you as did she, ‘There is no shame in telling him, sister, he sees you.’

“You cannot be serious?”

‘I have felt this same way but a Na’vi girl showed me there’s something to live for.’ You embraced her as she keened into your arms. ‘Let him do the same, sister.’

You peered over at him laughing with Payakan. He could understand him and sign to him without a stutter. You whispered so only Paysyul could hear, “He shouldn’t carry my burdens. Look at him, sister, someone so good shouldn’t have to endure it.”

‘You speak as if you are the only one with a past. Give him a chance.’

Another glance over to Lo’ak, who was already looking your way.

You returned to the isolation away from Awa’atlu. “Just one more night, then I will go back to the village.”

His arms slinked around you— kiss planted to your temple, “Then I’ll stay, too.” You slipped into the warmth and allowed him to be there, not shunning him. “But please, baby, no more remedies,” he spoke and you laughed.

“Fine…”

Instead of being huddled around in front of a fire, your bodies floated gazing at the stars above. “My dad’s from a star,” Lo’ak’s hand guided your own to one glimmer in particular, “That one.” He was not looking at the stars in the sky, but the ones reflected in your eyes.

You saw him, “I’m not a star, Lo’ak…”

Your interlocked hands laid in the water’s surface, “You’re the closest thing I’ve ever seen to one.”

The constellations were clear to your eye and Lo’ak started pointing them out, “The Warrior’s Bow, there’s The Fisher’s Spear—,”

“—the Mighty Slotsyal…”

“What’s wrong?”

A deep breath, “Your clan rides with ikran, mine rode with slotsyal… not native in our lands but always found their way to our village,” the smile broad but solemn on your lips, “I even managed to bond with one when I was fourteen, her skin was like the night sky filled with stars. Snatanhì was what I called her because she was as beautiful as the lights above. Fierce, loyal and my best friend…”

You didn’t look Lo’ak, it would be unbearable, “What happened?” His hand gripped yours.

Staring blankly above, “She was killed, like everything in my village.” He gave your hand a squeeze as you continued, “I was out with Snatanhì and saw the ikran of our neighbouring clan… we had offered aid after their home tree was destroyed by the mountain, they were our allies. But when I saw the flames… I knew they weren’t there to accept the help instead there to take the resources by force. They attacked in the dead of night— like cowards— most of our warriors burned alive at Hometree but those that didn’t weren’t enough. I couldn’t even save my own family from our kelku… Snatanhì is the only reason I’m breathing now, she took an arrow to the side so I didn’t take another and flew all the way to Awa’atlu. She bled out on the sand behind us… Ronal found me collapsed outside the mangrove, I’ve lived in Metkayina ever since.” Not knowing what to say, the man’s arm guided you into the warm cusp of his side, head rested on his chest.

You had never felt so safe, since you were a child.

The morning arrived as soon as the night crept in.

It started out in the normality you had grown accustomed to being alone with Lo’ak, woken up to a kiss to your temple that moved to behind your ear. His body the only insulation you had. “Why do we have to go back today?” Muffled against the stripes of your skin as the trail of pecks traced lower to your collarbone, dangerous as his hands moved back your black locks and held your hips as if he owned them. Breathless sounds strained against your throat, eyes dipped closed knowing what would happen if you saw him. “Y’know, we could stay for a couple days…” Fingers played with your top, guiding the sturdy straps down light azure shoulders.

That’s when you broke the trance Lo’ak held over you, he kept going, nipping your shoulder between his teeth. Your moan forced a groan from his chest, “Lo’ak…” It made him carry on instead of the opposite, laying a purple mark on the opposite shoulder.

It’s not like you didn’t want his fingertips digging in your skin or his lips worshipping it, “Just not yet, Lo’ak, please,” your heartbeat raced as your breath hitched. His eyes serious— curious.

“Am I doing something wrong? Did I hurt you?” His face hovered over yours, your palm reached for his cheek.

You laughed, “You’re perfect, Lo’ak… that’s why I want to do this properly with you…” You brought him onto your lips for only a second, “Only you.”

The rain boomed across the water, pitter patters on the hut’s roof and the fire lit for visibility as you watched his dumb smile in its light. His fingers treaded carefully on the branding on your bicep, “it’s the symbol of my birthclan, I received it after my Iknimaya. It’s the mark of my clan— the silhouette of the slotsyal.” Your voice carried a fondness, coming to peace with speaking of your history. Not able to help but flinch as Lo’ak laid a warm peck on the risen mark before trailing them to your shoulder and up to your neck. Laughing as he coated over sensitive spots that had you blocking his path.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish,” repeating over the same areas until he relented. Although you weren’t used to open affection it didn’t seem to faze the man. Lo’ak had grown up with family hugs, his older siblings ruffling his hair like his dad would and how he’d scoop Tuk up when she was crying. So it was all too easy for him to touch your skin… play with your hair forgetting about the stresses that remained in Awa’atlu and the rest of his world.

What Lo’ak didn’t know was that you needed that closeness—you just never knew you did.

“My mum used to speak of the Txon’ong’are clan that visited the Omatikaya before the eruption,” His curiosity in your clan would have made your skin crawl but you didn’t mind speaking of it, “the tales of their Hometree growing in a cliff alcove supported by waterfalls that flowed into a circular river just next to the ocean.” Unable to help the smile on your lips, eyes closed envisioning the paradise that had grown you from an infant.

“My little sister and I would cup our hands in the waterfalls and drink the freshest water Eywa had to offer, I taught her how to swim to the Tree of the All-Mother— our own Cove of the Ancestors— just at the foot of Hometree. But we weren’t ‘sea people’, we were born to fly…” You didn’t cry; enough tears had been shed at those memories, with his hand in yours you would remember the good.

Static crackled from Lo’ak’s earpiece, “Eagle Eye. Eagle Eye it’s Devil Dog. Over.” With a huff Lo’ak moved away from you and adjusted the earpiece.

“This is Eagle Eye.” Your brows furrowed at the names being used, looking to the man.

“You and Y/N need to return to the village. Now.”

Lo’ak faced his body away from you, “Why? What’s wrong?” In a hushed tone that you could still hear.

“The RDA are killing the Metkayina’s tulkun. Get back to the village.” Lo’ak’s eyes met yours expressionless but his lips formed a thin line and jaw tight.

Rising to your feet as Lo’ak’s shoulders hunched and came off of comms, “What’s happening?”

“The tulkun are being hunted, my dad wants us back at the village…” But in his eyes was the truth that you both agreed on. Your own tulkun that were unaware of the danger inbound.

You held his hands, “we need to go to Three Brothers Rocks,” a smile in his eyes but there was a graveness to his demeanour.

Without another word you both set off on the same path as the day before. Racing quicker on your tsurak against the cold droplets dripping down your skin with Lo’ak doing the exact same. Hoping to reach the tulkun before the Sky People did.

Reaching the choppy waters you had grown accustomed to, your stomach flipped and the unseen hairs on your neck stood on end. “Lo, something’s wrong…”

His brought back braids swung as he turned his head in every direction, his eyes grew wide with a smile, “They’re over there! Brother!” His grip released your waist and swam into the water as the pair loomed forward.

But you could feel it in your bones and their rumps left the water revealing a tawtute invention, “Lo’ak, look!” He reached Payakan and wiggled the device in an attempt to free it from the armour. The density of the flesh made it impossible, surprised to see your hands atop his. “Come on!” Screamed through gritted teeth, spotting the same weapon embedded in Paysyul.

Only a glance to you, touching the necklace above the beaded one. “Devil Dog, it’s Eagle Eye. Over.”

“This better be important, Eagle Ey—.”

“—two tulkun have been marked with RDA trackers at Three Brothers Rocks.”

“You need to get out of there, Eagle Eye…”

“I can’t do that, dad. We need help.”

“Lo’ak if you stay you’re going to die…” His eyes grazed you, who was still pulling the spear out with all of your strength.

Before you called over the tsurak, “I have an idea…” Spoken too calmly for the situation at hand, hooking rope around the beacon and attacking it to the saddle.

He watched you in awe, “We can’t leave, Dad. I won’t abandon them.” He turned back to the task at hand— ignoring the barked orders from his father on the comm link. Pulling as the tsurak did, not so easily pulling the tracker out.

In a swift manner, you turned attention to your spirit sister. “We’re here with you, sister…” Fastening the cord like before, the thrum of engines made the rush run over your body. It buzzed, watching the ship move over the horizon. “Lo’ak! Quickly!” Seated atop the tsurak, Lo’ak pulled against the device and you flew against it. All as the vessel drifted closer, the rumble consumed your sense.

The tension severed itself as it broke free, “Go with them, Lo’ak! I’ll get the Sky People’s attention!”

He rejected the offer, “No! If they catch you…” Thumb rubbed at your cheek, “Please, baby, I can’t lose you.”

Amber met gold, “You have such little faith in me… I’m quicker than their abominations.” A heated peck connected you before you raced away, “Go, Lo’ak!”

Sinking beneath the surface like a newfound current that ran like gales in the wind. Dread lost in the depths, echoes followed you from the surface— the plan working.

You just prayed the three you left behind had heeded your informal orders.

Leaving the trail far enough between the kelp and coral, you dropped the device in the underwater forest. A thump to your skull from above had you waver into a sleepless slumber.

You didn’t know if it was the migraine that woke you, or the kick to the ribs. “Come on, darlin’, wakey wakey…” The unknown language had your brows furrowed and teeth bared. Hands immobile against cold sinful metal. The face before you was like the Sullys’ and other forest tribes but the attire was like the Sky People’s warriors who wielded forbidden weapons— the ones who Lo’ak’s mother and father defeated twenty-two years before.

One hiss had the butt of the weapon against your temple, head tossed onto metal yet your body held you up. It had you seeing double with twice the amount of skull throb.

With that you were cast off again, into a place where the violence couldn’t reach. You heard yelling from a different person in the same distorted language that the man had spoken all while you waited for the ringing to cease in your ears.

Eyes dared to close another time but another crack to your side had your body wide awake though the pain was incomprehensible for your blurred mind. You began to hold your limp body up again. Head yanked back by the roots of your hair, forcing your eye contact.

They probably looked sunken, maybe bloodshot because of the thunks to the head you had taken that afternoon. One thing they weren’t was teary or terrified. You didn’t fear the man before you as he held the transparent technology at your eye-line, Toruk Makto. “Have you seen this man?” Doing your best to bury the familiarity, a sharp tug to your hair and kuru had your groan meet the salted air. “Don’t play with me, sweetheart, I will put a bullet in your head…” Cool and collected in his intimidation as you just stared to the sky… how you used to glide in it far above the clouds’ reach, practically in the palm of Eywa; feeling Snatanhì’s wonder in your soul.

A dry laugh, “I don’t know anything so do it. Do it.” The torn flesh on your lip ached, your ribs were probably cracked and your head full of concussion but you weren’t saying a damn word.

The ground beneath you shook, the sting in your scalp alleviated as the man stepped aside talking with another artificial native. Your mind too dazed to care as it rocked again… surely not the current, not at Three Brothers Rocks.

Focusing your line of sight, you made out the incoming Metkayina warriors on their tsuraks— war cries carried on the sea’s breeze. Your shoulders were less tense at the view… your adopted clan were there. You weren’t alone against the tawtute… maybe you could get out of it alive; feel Lo’ak’s kiss to your pulse.

It was lucky you had never known true content throughout your life, that made the shockwave hit with less force. World blurred, blood shed on the ship’s deck and thunder boomed in your sensitive ears. You knew it well in Paysyul’s vivid memories, when her family were slaughtered by the same vessel you were tied to. That was all you thought as your head collided with the metal bar…

You could see between streaked vision was the marbled purple skin you knew like your own and the song you had taught her in the first place. “Sister…” A lazed smile on your face.

Another jolt had the ship bob further into the choppy sea.

There was a coziness to what your back slumped against when you had the senseless urge to sleep— eyes already closed. You hummed when fingers brushed the wisps of sodden hair away from your face, though it was too frantic for the moment. “You gotta keep your eyes open! Come on, baby, show me those eyes,” You were sure it was a dream… you squinted at brightness that haloed his face… but by some kind of miracle, you zoned in on just him amid the ensuing chaos. Not the spears lunging in the span of water or the pair of tulkun rolling off the deck entirely.

Just Lo’ak.

His thumb tugged ever-so-gently at your bruised bottom lip before he brought you into a kiss you never knew you craved for— it slowed time, the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue and the heaviness of Lo’ak’s breath in your lungs. “I’m never leaving you again…” Nose nudged yours, and in a blink your wrists were unbound. Held up by his broad body, a peck at your hairline. “I’ve got you…”

As your weight shifted your ribcage was like wildfire and it felt like your head was about to explode. His eyes wide with worry scanning the lines of your face, but you persevered in standing and then with every step after that. His hand remained at the small of your back. The rest of the tawtute staff focused on the incoming onslaught.

Your ears heard the commotion from the cockpit of the ship as did Lo’ak’s and the ground beneath you sped up, “Hold on!” You both reached for the bar you had been attached to only a few minutes before. Lo’ak’s covered sheltered all of yours, his hands locked over your own. Your eyes slammed shut, unaware of the rocky outcrop the vessel beelined for. Only when your legs tangled against Lo’ak’s midair was it made aware you had taken flight.

You didn’t scream at that moment or when your bodies were tossed back down onto deck, “You okay?” Urgency by how his hands tightened around yours.

“We’re gonna be sore in the morning,” allowing yourself to fall against him, he appreciated your laugh in that moment. “What just happened?”

His attentive gaze looked through the windows— spotting his best friend still covered in blue stripes. “Spider… he’s here…” He lowly dwelled to himself. You remember him mentioning a tawtute boy that his siblings had grown up with… Lo’ak said that Spider was more Na’vi than human.

Your attention drawn to the scattered battlefield. “Lo’ak we have to help them,” he just wanted to get you somewhere safe, tend to the injuries you bore. What stole your attention were your people being slaughtered by guns, fire glazed across the place you had called your sanctuary… you were sent back to the flickers of inferno consuming your home, warriors and slotsyal burning missiles that lit the night’s gloom…

He dragged you down to a crouch, hands cupping your face, “You can’t fight like this, baby,” your mouth opened in retaliation, “but we can make it more difficult for the RDA…” His warmth left you to pick up one of their weapons— his face ready for the battle ahead. You wielded your crystal dagger in one hand and the one made from dense coral in the other. Lo’ak would never tell you how much his heart fluttered in that moment.

Remaining low and behind cover you navigated the submerging vessel ablaze. Your body detested how you proceeded to move— hung upside down climbing along two metal pipelines, “That’s your friend?” Pointing out the half-naked man covered in faint blue paint being escorted by more tawtute.

“Yeah, that’s him,” descending onto a piece of machinery— waiting for the convoy.

Lo’ak nodded at you before jumping down. One dagger to one throat before spreading out to impale another. Lo’ak made quick work of the others as did Spider. “Bro…” The pair fist-bumped as you wiped blood from your blades. Spider looked between yourself and Lo’ak, “who’s this?” The grin earned shove from the Na’vi man.

“This is Y/N—,”

“—We need to get out of here. Introductions can happen back at the reef.” Your tail slashed behind you as Spider led the way. He truly did know the way of the forest, footsteps light and his smaller size made it more difficult to spot him. It was you and Lo’ak who drew the most attention, proven by the bullet holes that followed you before ducking behind cover.

Without your bow or spear you couldn’t do anything in terms of long range, but Lo’ak had his gun. “I’ll cover you. Go!” His voice rang in your shaking head.

While Spider raced to the moon pool, you ducked behind the yellow pipes. Unbeknownst to Lo’ak. Readying your knife for when he moved across— you had the soldier in sight. Catapulting your coral dagger as it imbedded itself into his shoulder. “Now, Lo’ak!” You entered the water in synchronisation, you fought the desperation for rest. Lo’ak’s arm hooked beneath yours feeling the struggle.

You both resurfaced, he planted your hands on a tsurak. “You all good?” The older brother’s voice echoed to his baby bro. He observed how Lo’ak continued to rub between your shoulder blades.

Your face pale, “Just a few broken ribs and a headache in the morning—,” the adrenaline had run out, words began to slur.

“Y/N?” You didn’t have a chance to sink, Lo’ak held your waist and Neteyam guided your upper body behind him. “We’ve got you, baby…” An absent-minded smile on your lips at the nickname. Head slumped against Lo’ak’s shoulder as he fitted onto the tsurak, holding you close to him so you wouldn’t disappear.

You expected to awaken surrounded by Eywa… instead you woke up in a marui. You were right about being sore in the morning.

Then it flooded back, “Lo’ak!” Bolting upright was a mistake, holding your right side as it dared to set you ablaze. Your body wrapped in Ronal’s signature mix of remedy and fashioned weavings. Gentle hands led your back against the sleeping mat, the beads gifted from Tuktirey hung over his cheek.

His large palm covered the side of your face, “I’m here, yawntu,” you felt safe with him, watching every freckle glimmer and tracing the lines marking his body.

Are your family okay?” A single nod, kiss to the centre of your forehead. “Paysyul and Payakan?”

“They’re worried about you— the tulkun and my family…” Your hand felt tiny compared to his as his thumb stroked over your knuckles. “Paysyul and Payakan are safe, they actually saved Tsireya and Ao’nung during the battle…”

“That’s good… but your family barely know me, Lo’ak.” He scoffed at your words.

“Have you met my family? We take on strays for a living.” He only wanted to see your smile. “I also told them you’re my mate,” his head tilted waiting for your reaction, ears flicked back slightly.

“We aren’t mated, Lo’ak,” you dragged him closer.

A wild grin brightened his features. “If you keep doing that, baby… then I won’t be able to stop myself,” your head shook, diverting his kiss to your cheek not the touch that grazed over your thigh band.

“I didn’t think you had it in you, second son,” you teased, body growing in desperation ever since he mentioned the word ‘mate’.

His face above yours, his elbow beside your head holding him there. “Then maybe you should get to know me better,” flirting against the warmth of your neck as your head arched back. “Got any suggestions, gorgeous?”

The curtain parted behind him, “Oh Eywa, Lo’ak!” His older brother, all the second son could do was laugh at the irony. “I could have been Tuk! Keep it in your tweng, skxawng…” Neteyam couldn’t hold the laughter, while your face buried into Lo’ak’s broad shoulder.

“What do you want, bro?” Tone was incredulous, now facing his own brother who ventured further into the marui.

“I was checking if she had woken up yet, looks like she’s doing more than breathing…” Lo’ak hissed at his brother’s words. “I’ll go tell Ronal she’s awake. You better not be doing this when she gets here… we’ll be planning your funeral.”

With his presence gone, Lo’ak stole a single kiss from you. “Behave yourself,” Palms flat against the muscle of his chest.

Your relationship had shifted so drastically over the course of those months, even within that week. You were his forever… and those impulses were too great to ignore when you also craved for him to scent you, mark and mate with you until you were all each other knew. But that couldn’t happen yet— wanting to do something properly for once in your life.

The approaching footsteps tore him away in a drastic motion.

Ronal lectured your actions during the battle at Three Brothers Rocks but was also glad to see your face after a month or so away at the hut. “Could you not have chosen the nice obedient brother?” She teased you like you were one of her children.

Lo’ak waited close by but had been ushered away by the Tsahik, “Weren’t you the one who told me to make Lo’ak more ‘focused’, Tsahik?” You smiled as did she, “Lo’ak is what I have needed for a long time…”

She finished with the soothing balm. “Your ribs are only bruised, not broken. They should be healed within two weeks if you take the proper rest.”

You bowed to her— the first mistake that day, “Thank you, Ronal.” Pushing past the curtain of the healing marui.

Braced at the waist by a smaller set of arms, looking down to see wide yellow eyes, “You’re okay!” She was the same age that Tirea would be but still held the wondrous gaze your little sister had at eight years old. “When you’re better can you show me how to get the sharper turns, I wanna wipe the smile off Lo’ak’s face.” You ruffled her hair.

With a smile, “We’ll make him look like a skxawng,” the younger girl giggled at that.

An arm slung around your shoulders, “Who are we making look like a skxawng?”

“Your brother,” Neteyam pulled Tuk in too.

“He doesn’t need any help with that, gets himself into all sorts of positions,” the eldest son shot you a look, you shoved his side to let you go in jest.

Arms wrapped possessively around you— kiss placed on your temple, “Mum and Kiri made dinner.”

It was on instinct, “I’ll leave you all to it…” But Lo’ak didn’t let you walk away, you remained against his chest.

“You’re invited,” a quizzical expression from yourself, “Like I said earlier this family collect strays like bullets.”

So that night you shuffled to the marui with the three siblings. On approach you could see the human boy, Spider, sitting with Kiri, Jake and Neytiri. “You’re late.” Their mother always sounded so gentle with her family in moments like that— how she had been with you on the beach that day months ago.

“We brought a guest!” Tuk chirped and her tail swung in contentedness.

Lo’ak had his arm wound round the slopes of your shoulders, “Neteyam said you were awake, how ya feeling?” The tawtute accent slipped through Jake’s words, like you noticed when Lo’ak spoke. He motioned for you to take a seat with the family.

A small smile, “A bit sore but wounds heal,” you had the scars to prove that right, like everyone in the room.

The evening was filled with nothing but chatter and laughter. Lo’ak’s siblings embarrassing him with stories from when they were just children and he would recall their slip-ups. “He failed his Iknimaya the first time and had to re-do it,” you held his hand through the jibes from his siblings and truly felt at peace around his kin. You could definitely get used to Neytiri’s cooking.

“Tastes just like ma sa’nu used to make…”

“So where do you come from, Y/N?” Spider was the one to ask.

Lo’ak tensed up a fraction— to which you patted his hand, “That obvious I’m not Metkayina?” You joked, “we did live on the coast— fished for our food but not as our specialty. We were wind riders of the slotsyal, even though they weren’t local to the area they always migrated to Ramnrr village, we always called them a ‘gift from Eywa’.”

Tuk’s eyes were like fireworks, “I wanna meet one!” Your eyes smiled at her enthusiasm— you weren’t sure how many remained after Varang had taken over. She had probably burned them all alive by now but you weren’t going to tell the thirteen year old that.

“I hope to see one again, too…”

They had offered for you to join them to sleep, but you didn’t want to intrude on the family that had kindly allowed you to eat their food.

Lo’ak escorted you back, taking an unplanned detour to the training lagoon. Stealing tangled kisses beneath the water venturing further until he had you pinned against coral. You wondered how long this sequence of events would continue.

Upon return to marui he was all over you— kissing down the expanse of your body, masking over your ribs with such delicacy you didn’t feel it. Until you fell asleep in the safety of his arms, fingers tracing over his armband and the smooth flesh of his arm. He whispered so you could barely hear it, “Got no idea how much I love you.” You weren’t supposed to hear it.

“I love you, too, Lo.”

His family knew not to expect him home that night.

Not with how Lo’ak looked at you like you hung the stars above his head. Or when you always looked up at him like he was the sunlight that warmed your skin.

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The younger brother’s stance grew tense, “I wasn’t staring…” All the while pondering what your face looked like up-close and what you smelled like.

The hunt didn’t resume that day which is how you found yourself binding various remedies alongside the ever-stoic Tsahik. “You left swiftly when Jakesulli and his family arrived…” Your fingers continued to ground down at the herbs before stirring the liquid at boiling point at the marui’s centre. You didn’t mean to ignore her inquiry, instead you dismissed the curiosity that bloomed inside you about golden eyes and skin all-too-similar to yours. A hand hovered over yours- a rare smile from Ronal, “you do not have to worry about them, child, they are no threat to us. Tonowari and I would not grant them uturu had that been the case,” head gave a nod to her.

“It is not them I fear. It is the fire that has likely followed them,” you had seen the scorch of war and knew its scent like a second skin. Your body spoke of that truth as did your mind— a deep breath from your throat. “I’m sure Tsireya and Ao’nung will teach the children well.”

Ronal surveyed the furrow of your brows at the mention of the children, “I’m sure they could use your touch with the second son, Tsireya tells me he is absent minded. With your focus he will learn, as you did. They’re in the training shallows whenever you’re willing.” It wasn’t a request, not when it came to the woman. Your head bowed once more, finishing the vials you had started before the sun stroked your skin, the same colour as the sky overhead.

The view would never tire in your amber eyes. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” The voice rang deep in a different dialect than you were used to. Not that you minded- it was smooth and telling. One of the sons of Toruk Makto. “We never had this view in the forest, no ocean either…” A slight laugh at the end. He didn’t have a sense of duty, too relaxed in his tone.

Steps swivelled to face him— you were right. The boy who had stared far too long upon arrival, he was even more handsome to the eye at this distance. His braided hair taken back into a ponytail with his kuru, scars on his revealed body. “You must be the second son,” you were deliberate in your cold demeanour- this was an obligation not a choice that Ronal had given to you. Who were you to even teach newcomers when you were the last newcomer to Awa’atlu. “I am Y/N, your new guide.” Terse yet a slight friendliness in how you spoke to him- his stance tall enough you had to look up. 

You made the mistake of eye contact. His hooded eyes held curiosity and his mouth a smile brimmed with mischief- he’d break that wall you had crafted. If you’d give him a chance to speak, “I assume that you can swim- that there were rivers in your forest?” You paced down the netting headed towards the beach. 

He followed your form, “yes—.”

“— I also assume that you cannot hold your breath,” the boy was just more inquisitive about you- why were you so cold? His feet finally planted on sand, you stopped when ankle-deep in the transparent aquamarine waters. 

“No.” He was not embarrassed by his answer and you did not look vexed, you simply sank further into the depths. A hand beckoned the boy to follow and so he did. You turned to face him.

You halted when waist-deep, “Okay, second-son, there are some rules. One, do not waste my time by not taking this seriously. Two, listen to what I say and do it- the waters around the village are safe but beyond the reef you are hunted by giants you cannot begin to fathom. If you break either you will return to Tsireya and Ao’nung. Understood, second-son?” That had started to irk him but he bit it down- trying to keep the promise he made to his father not to cause trouble.

“Take it seriously and follow your lead.”

It was like training one of the younglings of the Metkayina. He was not a bad swimmer, it was the breath holds that were the challenge. The pair of you bobbing on the water’s reflective surface, “you seem used to the water I would’ve thought you were Metkayina,” he kept asking you questions not associated to his training.

You weren’t as open as Tsireya or as conversational as Ao’nung, he was sure you and Neteyam would get along just fine. He knew Neteyam’s weight was from his responsibilities as the eldest sibling to the four of them, but where did yours come from? Despite his pondering you never gave him an inch of an answer. “Rule one, take it seriously… I’m not part of your training,” you had allowed him a chance to gain his breath but he was too preoccupied in thought to regain it. 

He flinched at your touch under the surface, palm fixed under his ribs. The tingle of his gaze on you, shy and timid unlike how he had been acting the past few hours. You couldn’t help but meet the golden green. “Remember to breathe from here, not from here,” fingers trellised his firm chest and moved up to the stripes of his throat. Your eyes left his as quickly as they had looked. His pulse quickened beneath your touch. “Calm your heart,” he liked the kindness your voice showed. One of you palms at his chest and one at his diaphragm. “Empty your mind and feel the pull of the water, you are one with it and it is one with you. There we go, second son, now breathe deep and follow me.” 

His concentration didn’t waver when your touch left him, like your shadow beneath the darkening ocean.

You eyed him— breathing better than previous attempts, able to wonder and marvel at the bioluminescence below. He was able to track your movement in the water, through the bridge of peach coral. That was the first time he had seen you smile in any form, as your mesmerising body peddled backwards to keep an eye on himself.

Eventually he had to resurface but there was no tension that could be found on your features, just a smile wide enough he would see your fangs. “That was amazing!” His expression matched your own, his eyes glowed in the sky’s blue haze.

You nodded at him, “You aren’t as absent minded as they thought. Well done.” Your body was seated more upright than his in the water. His body would be attuned to it soon. The fires from the marui were bright, your sight drawn to the beach allowing him to observe the scar running down the side of your neck past your straight jet locks. What had happened to you? “That’s training over for today, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss the nightly celebrations, second son.” Not stoic but plain in tone- kinder than in the afternoon.

While making the swim to the shore, “Why do you call me ‘second son’?”

“You are Toruk Makto’s second son, are you not,” It wasn’t enough for the young man at your tail, watching how your back glowed in iridescent speckles amongst the twilight waters.

His tongue clicked, “I do have a name.”

“What was the point in learning a name if you could have drowned?” You were just teasing him then, a smile cracked on both of your faces. A splash of water hit your face while looking back at him.

You laughed. He was the one to say, “You wouldn’t have let me drown.” 

Shoulders shrugged as your feet met the sodden sand of shallow surf, “Only myself and Eywa know that answer,” another waft of water coated your shoulders. “If it bothers you so much, what is your name?” He stopped in front of you, frame slick and freckles resembled the stars above. Not able to help but look his way. 

His eyes grounded you down from the heights you had once soared long ago, “Lo’ak from the Omatikaya clan. What clan are you from?”

That child-like spark left your expression- amber eyes became iced over once more. “Metkayina.” But he knew that wasn’t the truth. Lo’ak didn’t pry he’d let you tell him in your own time. “The next lesson is at first light. Don’t be late, second son,” about to make a retort but the words choked in his throat.

They released in a whisper— your figure dissipated up steps and into the net pathways of Awa’atlu, “It’s… Lo’ak…” With a contented smile. He knew he could wait until dawn to see you again, that didn’t mean he wanted to be patient. He sucked it down into his chest…

You had retreated to marui, chest heaved with desperation to finally breathe. It was agony being that close to him. Touching him, “He’s not Rahu…” Lo’ak didn’t even look like him, you had tried to forget what he looked like since— since that day. To quench the pain always thick on your chest. You clutched the woven material around your neck, “Control yourself. He’ll fray like the rest in time.” 

Meanwhile in the Sully marui pod, Lo’ak was the last to return from his ‘training’ all with a smile on his face. His brother was the first to notice, taking in his still wet footprints dragging across the netting, “You look happy, little bro, I didn’t know you liked being bossed around so much,” he didn’t deny it, “Isn’t she the one you were staring at when we arrived?”

Lo’ak could have done something to Neteyam then and there- family meals hadn’t stopped him before, “Would you two act like adults for once? No wonder neither of you has a mate.” Neytiri and Jake let Kiri take charge as she always had with her brothers. Her face lightened with that usual wonder, hands under her chin elbows to knees. “What’s she like? We heard from Tsireya and Ao’nung that she’s tough.” 

The glimmer of a smile on his lips, “Y/N definitely doesn’t mess around, my next lesson is at sunrise.” He was looking forward to seeing you again while munching on what his mother and sisters had cooked, “This is delicious…” Jake and Neytiri shared a knowing look, this was the embers of something for their son; as it had been for them twenty two years before.

They slept in a huddle in the middle of the room, like families should. While you held onto the woven blanket with dried up tears streaking a darker blue.

You awoke with the sound of waves caressing the shore, in ebbs and flows, and the peach aura that broke the horizon and into your pod. Head heavy from the night passed, quickly dressing into fresh attire and unsettling the millpond; immersed into the only thing that kept your mind at arms-length. Still able to see the stars amongst the unblemished, tealed sky, body splayed in the water open to the gentle sunlight that bounded down. 

Unbeknownst to your placid thoughts you were being watched in awe from the crested sand. If you had been aware you’d imagine that look that played on his features. His pretty jaw clenched, head on a slight tilt while his wide eyes fixed on your form with timidity and his wide shoulders would be rigid, like he shouldn’t be there. Thinking you were more beautiful than any tree-chipped sunrise he had seen in the rainforest or the one that shadowed your floating form. 

Only when his calves made with the waves did you sense his presence. A deep sigh came from your chest, “I did not expect you to be on time, second son,” there it was, like a shard to his confidence— your no-nonsense voice that he thought was long forgotten into the afternoon prior. 

Yet Lo’ak straightened up and approached as you stood in the shallows, he managed to tower you in the water how he did on the land. His closeness was necessary but it did something; your stomach fluttered, your head reasoned with it. Until he smiled, “I’m pretty sure you would’ve skinned me alive,” he was right in his assumption.

You didn’t smile, lips brought into a line and jaw taut, reminding yourself that this wasn’t the man you held dear back home. Lo’ak was not Rahu. He listened at the noises he recognised as animal calls, like they used on the ikran. This was different, sweeter sounds as you looked into the water. You seemed pleased and stopped.

A head popped out of the water, kinder than the ikran he had grown up around. He could look these creatures in the eye. He had absconded from training before they could be shown by Tsireya and Ao’nung. Though he had seen them when exploring the village. 

Your palms handled the creature with adoration and delicacy, “This is an ilu. They do not bond for life like the ikran you fly with,” he sidled beside your figure, almost scared to touch the ilu. By reflex, your fingers barely there when cupped to the back of his hand until it settled on soft flesh. His face lit up like a child and you could not help but watch his face. “This is Fawi. Even though bonds aren’t specific she’s my favourite, her nature is calm, loyal and above all mischievous. I think she will match you well.” He finally found the orange glow of your eyes, how you spoke in adoration of nature. As you had the day before. 

Lo’ak liked that… when your soul seemed to find peace in the world around you. Seemingly away from others. It was like a mirror image of himself, vying to belong and creating distance when unable to conform. “She’s beautiful…” He wasn’t looking at the ilu, a blush hidden on your cheeks.

Turned away from him, fastening the saddle onto Fawi. Even she felt it, a splash from her fin onto you both. Lo’ak swore he was blinded by that smile and floored by how your laugh sounded like atokirina on the wind. “Did I mention she’s cheeky?” You beckoned him to mount, he followed your lead and was settled into Fawi’s seat. “Okay, this isn’t like flying an ikran. Water is denser than air so when she takes you under you have to flow like the current. Fawi is a great guide,” Lo’ak traced the shape of your lips without touch— in deep thought while still listening to your every word, “trust her and she will become your best friend in the water.” You held Fawi as Lo’ak made the bond, hand stroked against her neck as both their pupils dilated. 

His gaze landed straight on you— he had seen your connection with Fawi and how you had taught the reef children how to make the bond; your overwhelming kindness. “You alright?” A dazed nod. “Regain your senses and remember to hold on.” Lo’ak drew his breath in- how you had taught him - before he charged forward on the navy and sunflower back of Fawi. 

You watched him beneath the surface, the sand collected in their wake— the mess of Lo’ak’s limbs as he was torn off the ilu. You had learned how to stifle your laughs from your countless lessons with the Metkayina young. Simply wading over to him— collecting Fawi with the same calls as before. “How was that?” Not able to help the glee in your tone. 

His ears were pinned back, mortified that he could not achieve what he knew children did, “Let’s go again.” His fist clenched, not at Fawi or you. He was always a failure. Never as good as Neteyam. Never as smart as Kiri. Never as innocent as Tuk.

The self damnation torn by a hand on his back, “You are used to the sky not to the sea, it’s just different. We all have to begin somewhere, you’ll get the hang of it.” 

He got it the second time, just as his siblings entered the water with Ao’nung and Tsireya. Their claps echoed off the tree roots and he could hear them below the water. Palms held your shoulders, “I was right to tell my mother that you’d get him to focus,” you could feel her smile behind you.

“Oh, so it was you who volunteered me…” Tsireya and Ao’nung had expected an explosion from you— some type of quiet anger that no one had ever bore witness— however you just smiled. “He’s a quick learner and will adapt well to your ways—,”

“— our ways, you always forget you are one of us.”

Her brother gave a nod, “It’s always been annoying how better you are at hunting…” Spoken with gritted teeth with fake emotion behind it. They were like your brother and sister; you had needed that when you arrived at Awa’atlu those four years ago. Your head turned subconsciously to where Lo’ak and his older brother stood in conversation. Eyes traced over the younger brother’s figure, how his armband flexed around his strong bicep, how his braids framed the sides of his face. From afar it didn’t feel as condemnable until the boy waved at you with a grin splayed on his lips.

The reef siblings looked at one another— the all-too-knowing glance. They had never seen you like that with eyes on another Na’vi instead of the natural beauty around you. 

Yours and Lo’ak’s lessons joined with Tsireya’s and Ao’nung’s. The day consisted of free diving, breathing techniques and ilu riding around the reef. It was nice having new people around your own age… those who didn’t whisper tall tales about you and how you came to be in their home. 

Over the days that passed, you taught Kiri the creatures and plants of the reef, made Tuk feel comfortable to ride an ilu without someone else at the helm, Neteyam on how to hold onto a tsurak… and, Lo’ak, he continued not to learn from the others despite being well and capable— gravitating toward your gentle hands and calm eyes for instruction.

It was peaceful on the reef until Ao’nung and his skxawng friends ruined it. Kiri’s behaviour was far from weird in your opinion because you had been just the same when you arrived but to those that had taken it for granted— it was quite the opposite. You found them in the shallows, a bundle of turquoise and cerulean with red bloodied on everyone’s face but Kiri. 

Lo’ak had hold of Ao’nung’s ear, Neteyam atop one of the others while the remaining two dragged the younger by his tail. You ran without hesitation over to the brawl, “Boys…” No response— you cleared your throat and whistled in high-pitch, “Boys! Break. It. Up!” Lo’ak looked up straight at you, ears tucked back. Your face flinched at his marred one. “Go back to your pods before I tell your parents what their adult sons were doing!” If the newcomers didn’t know better they wouldn’t believe you were their own age. 

The reef group scarpered not before you grabbed Ao’nung by the arm, “You should know better…” He did not appreciate that especially when he knew it to be right. Your attention turned towards the brothers. Lo’ak wore more bruises and scrapes than Neteyam— he must have instigated it. “With me, second son. I’ll make sure you don’t beat up a tree on the way,” his brother and sister laughed while you remained stoic, helping him to his feet.

You didn’t force him to follow but he did anyway. All the way to your kelku. It reminded him of their own in the forest- natural remedies in woven reed baskets and curtain draped to keep the warmth in when the nights are cold. You motioned him to sit down, “Just get on with it, tell me how I’m a ’disappointment’. I’ve heard it all before from my dad,” his head turned away. Fingers held his chin like a ghost— too gentle he didn’t deserve it. “What are you doing?” A damp cloth coated in salve brought to his brow, cleansing the mark that blemished his perfect skin.

Gold watched you with attentiveness, following your touch to his busted lip, washing the scarlet away. Lingering there for a second too long as did your tawny stare. You had to remind yourself, ‘he’s not him’, turning attention to his scuffed arms. Touch once again prolonged on solid flesh.

It was electric for Lo’ak whenever your skin touched his, the urge to put his hand on yours… but it remained on his thigh.

You broke the looming silence. “What happened back there? I thought you and Ao’nung were friends,” Sat opposite him in the confines of your pod. 

“He was calling Kiri a ‘freak’ and kept talking about our hands… I couldn’t take it.” His posture slumped but shoulders and jaws grew tense. Looking at his five fingered hands— you didn’t think they were grotesque, “It was never like this back home.” Your hand rested on the one atop his thigh. 

“I know it feels like it will never stop. That you’ll never be accepted for things you cannot and should not have to change,” Lo’ak was too close. “My hands might not be scrutinised but I understand what it’s like to be forced to find a new home because of war and to be surrounded by people who think of you as an outsider.” The moment grew too intimate as he looked at you like you were Eywa herself. His presence remained too close, your hand left his before you stood up to your feet.

Before you couldn’t take the tension any more.

Lo’ak seemed to get the message,“Thank you for everything. You’re a lifesaver,” a shy smile on his handsome face. The familiarity had begun to shift and that guilt still trampled over you as he slipped past the confines of your mauri.

Your chest victim to pressure. “What are you doing?” Spoken to yourself in shame. Flicker of his eyes from his first free dive to when he didn’t wipe out on Fawi… there was no shift in how his gaze followed you. You couldn’t feel for him like you burned to.

You buried it. In the deepest crevice of your heart, you would forget how you felt for the second son of Toruk Makto. You had to.

That afternoon you filled the gap of Ao’nung with training the Sully children— a mercy that Lo’ak was missing from the session. You rode along the reef with Tuk and Kiri, while Neteyam grew on edge with the absence of his brother as the sky changed colour. “He’s never gone for this long, we’ve covered nearly all of reef…” His stern eyes surveyed the orange horizon.

Your hand on his shoulder, “The reef stretches further than you think,” you knew the responsibilities he carried as the eldest— the one to protect the younger siblings from themselves and harm around them. “I saw Ao’nung earlier, maybe he’s seen him.”

You let Neteyam go on his own, mainly because Tuk wanted to race around the reef while it was lit up in the night’s broad darkness. “You let me beat you!”

“I did not!” You had. It was worth the smile on her face— it reminded you of your own little sister with her wooden figures in tow. She never got to meet an ilu but you imagined she would love them as Tuktirey did.

You made sure she reached her marui safely, she was speaking as you approached the lit up docking point, “You’re more fun than Ao’nung, can you teach us tomorrow instead?” You smiled and ruffled her braids, like a teenager she squirmed.

“I’ll see what I can do, little one, I’ll teach you how to get sharper turns,” As thick as thieves.

“What have you been up to, kiddo?” Your ears pinned back at the unknown voice; Toruk Makto.

The wind traders had shared his tales with your clan- how he united the forest clans against the sky people to victory. As you looked up at him, the ‘great one’ looked nothing more than a normal Omatikaya with four fingers instead of three; like his son and daughter. “Y/N took me ilu riding around the reef, it’s so pretty at night, dad,” she hopped onto the woven dock that Kiri and her father sat.

His arms crossed, “So this is the famous Y/N… my kids won’t shut up about you. You’re all we hear about,”

“Especially from Lo’ak…” Kiri mumbled, she had left earlier with a heavy mind. You pretended as if you hadn’t heard his name—your smile remained quaint while nails gritted against your palms.

The sight of Ao’nung being pushed along by Neteyam would never not be amusing, “Tell him what you told me.” A command from the eldest son, what had the skxawng done now.

You didn’t join the search party, there had been no need as he swam in. You lingered far in the crowd until you knew he was safe, a few cuts and bruises but he was not dead. Leaving the hustle and bustle of Metkayina, only for him to see your back as he took the scolding from his father. Remembering the direction you had taken and he bolted in your footsteps.

There was no way you could sleep, thoughts running like river rapids. Your body knew how to follow wisdom, that’s what had your brain wracking. “Y/N!” You ignored him, calling Fawi before diving into the depths.

You only went to calm those treacherous nerves, to make sure he wasn’t mortally wounded by the horrors that lurked outside the shallows. Like his father said it was only minor.

In the bitter haze you found yourself at Three Brother’s Rocks. Setting up a little fire for yourself on the beach with flammable plants in the caves you knew well from foraging. Fawi swam in the shallows, away from reasonable danger.

Always finding yourself there when the body aches became too much— ever since you joined Metkayina. The caves reminded you of home, its cliffs and outcrops. Knee deep in the crystalline water your eyes focused on the twinkles above, falling to the sky-consuming Naranawn ‘The Great Eye’. The first trickle down your face and the many the followed until you wailed into the barren ocean.

You hated to feel— to breathe while those you loved laid forgotten by everyone and the Great Mother had left you alone to remember them. An outcast even when respected by some in your new clan and spurned by the rest. The silence filled with your soft hums of the song your mother used to sing during celebrations, it haunted your best dreams. You weren’t gifted such luxuries in the nightmares.

A familiar sound vibrated the water— the hums sang along with you in the darkness. Your body drew deeper until tough skin levelled you out of the water completely. “Hello, little flower,” water chipped up and she rumbled beneath you, “Okay. Not such a little flower.” Caressing the top of her armoured skin, before you slipped down to her eye level.

‘You’ve been busy, sister.’

You signed and spoke to her, “I was teaching new arrivals in the village.” The creature wasn’t dumb which you knew too well.

‘Any boys?’ Your face failed you, ‘You are not happy… you met a boy you should be happy…’

Your frame fell flat on the left small fin, “I can never be happy. I punish myself for living and I’ve seen that in your heart too,” Absentmindedly stroking the tulkun under her eye, “I cannot risk feeling for him, he’ll be ripped away like the rest. Or runaway from me- whatever happens first.”

Lo’ak had followed you— had heard your sweet song and why you had run away from him. It had only been a week and he wanted to know everything about you but you hadn’t given him an inch.

He backed away to watch how your body moved in tune with the tulkun, your face bright when you laughed and the affection you showed alongside your spirit sister.

The gentle creature seemed distracted when you spoke, “what is it, Paysyul?”

‘Someone is watching us, sister,’ eyes rolling at his figure over the water.

“I know you’re there, Lo’ak!” You heard Paysyul chuckle at you before vanishing with ethereal glow below the waters surface. “Get over here!” The waters were more dangerous as night, beckoning him into the shallow cove.

He didn’t expect a warm welcome after he had followed you there, face written with guilt that he got caught not that he did it. “What are you doing here?” You flipped out, “I can’t believe you! You skxawng, you reckless idiotic skxawng!” He took it, the pain in your eyes made him.

Then you hissed and lunged for him stopping just in front of him. Looking up at him, eyes bloodshot, pupils flared and agitated. You lingered there, searching his eyes while yours welled up. He caught you before your knees bound with rock, he sank you down with control.

His hand cupped the back of your head, pressed against his chest. Able to hear how his heartbeat raced, “You have a strong heart,” hot breath against his skin. Your arms linked around his waist, warming his shivering body. They lost strength after a few minutes as your legs sagged onto the rocks.

“Y/N?” His voice low, no response just a quiet hum. A smile grew on Lo’ak’s lips, he rubbed your back before lifting you off the jagged floor. Knees secured under his flexed arm and top half cradled against him. Your campfire not yet smothered in the cave, a small bed roll laid out beside it with more flammable moss. You were laid down onto the material, a stray hair brushed behind your ear.

He moved to tend the fire when your hand caught his ankle weakly, “Don’t leave me. Please.” He sank down and threw some moss onto the fire while your hand never left his leg. Not until he was laid behind you turning around the opposite way.

Throughout the night your body started to shake, teeth chattering. Lo’ak couldn’t take it, his body wrapped around yours and in a few moments all of the movement stopped and your winces turned to soft breaths.

Lo’ak knew you wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. So while you let him, he’d hold your sleeping figure as he fell into his own slumber.

The first thing you noticed was the crackle of embers, the second was the arm draped around your waist, your hand looped in his. The memories flickered through from the previous night… carried by his strength alone, cradled against a warm body for the first time in… a long time.

It felt selfish to remain there, but you didn’t break out of Lo’ak’s grasp— listening to the way his breathing synched with yours and feeling the thrum of his heart against you. It was dangerous— he was dangerous for you. That is what you had told yourself when you met. But the second son was all you could think about. For that moment you sank further in his reach, your mind too weary to care

Lo’ak was awake as you stirred, his pulse skipped a beat as you fell closer into his chest. “Hey… you okay?” His voice was always so gentle to you compared to how he spoke when Neteyam teased him or during the fight with Ao’nung. He treated you with kind care.

He could have sworn you shivered so he held you closer, “What are you still doing here?” His ear flipped down.

You remembered, “You asked me to stay, so I did.” He gave you the chance to leave, loosening his warm touch.

You made some distance but only to turn to see him. His face adorned new marks from whatever attacked him in the waters outside the cave. His eyes looked in every direction but your own gaze, “Lo’ak,” his eyes bore into yours for the first time that morning. Your thumb ghosted over the purple marks on his cheek and up to the reopened cut on his eyebrow. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

The calls of the ilu broke the tension and the real world called, you wasted no time in feeding Fawi and Lo’ak’s ilu alike. He joined you, able to see the bodily scrapes from the coral bed as you both rested on the rock formations. “What happened yesterday?”

He turned to face you. He explained that Ao’nung had taken him out there and simply abandoned him in the open ocean, a massive fish attacked him and as he was drowning a tulkun came out of nowhere and saved him. “Was the right front fin missing?” Thinking it could have been Paysyul.

But his braids shook, “No, half of its left.”

A smile on your face, “Payakan. His name is Payakan.” It was like you were speaking about an old friend, “My spirit sister, Paysyul, she speaks of him often. They were both cast out by the other tulkun tribes who call them ‘outcasts’ because they fought back against the sky people who slaughtered their tribes. Paysyul lost her mother, sisters, nieces and nephews when she was only a juvenile,” he could tell you were speaking from your own experience, not from Paysyul’s. “But she fought back like a warrior and survived, which is not the ‘tulkun way’… they think her and Payakan are ‘murderers’… but they are fighters.”

The hums from last night echoed onto the horizon, your ears flicked forward as did Lo’ak’s. It was not just one tulkun, but two. Lo’ak rushed into the water with you, “Payakan!” A pleased sound from the young bull while you danced with Paysyul. Lo’ak couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and when you finally looked at him with all the glee in the world, he turned away with blush on his blue skin.

He didn’t understand what Payakan said in the tulkun language, “He’s teasing you,” you laughed, “He says ‘you are blushing, my friend’.”

You introduced Lo’ak to Paysyul— teaching him on the spot sign language, “It is an honour to meet you, Paysyul.”

‘You never told me he was so polite,’ you didn’t translate that. ‘He seems to have improved your mood last night,” or that.

You signed back, ‘We did not do anything, I met him a week ago, trust you to only think about that. What about you and Payakan?’ She dunked you with her larger fins, as you laughed.

“What were you talking about?”

“She thinks you’re polite, I told her she is a poor judge of character,” said in pure jest, the glimmer in his eyes vivid.

While the pair got used to one another, you sidled up to Payakan. “My sister speaks of you often, Payakan, it is nice to meet you,”

He was a gentle giant, bigger than Paysyul but had the same kind eyes, ‘Your sister speaks of your kindness, as a calf and when you met again,’ your hands found beneath his eye, ‘Lo’ak also spoke your name yesterday when unconscious.’ Heat in your cheeks.

Your head leaned against the tulkun, in a whisper, “Thank you… for saving his life.”

‘He is lucky to have you…’ Your heart hurt because even they could see it. That something wavered between you and Lo’ak.

Back at the reef, you saw the spectacle in front of you. Lo’ak being scorned once again by his father inside their marui. Your jaw clenched, “May I come in?” His mother’s stare was fierce, as was Toruk Makto’s.

“Now isn’t a good time, Y/N,” Neytiri’s ears softened at your name— the one the kids spoke of with such adoration and respect. She took in your appearance, not Metkayina born and she recognised the brandish on your bare arm and the material used in your armband…

She watched and observed you, “Forgive me but I suggested going back out to the reef last night. If Lo’ak is to become a hunter here, he must learn in open water.” Lo’ak’s eyebrows knitted together as he looked at you. “Please forgive me, the blame is all mine.” You bowed.

A drawn out sigh on from his father, “You don’t have to do that, Y/N, please stand up.” You did just that, “Let us know if he causes you any trouble.”

Your lips taut into a small smile, “That will not be the case. He’s a fast learner and will be a valuable member of the Metkayina,” the parents saw that shared look between yourself and their son. Infatuation.

“I owe you one,” His stride beside yours beneath the mangroves.

Your shoulders shrugged, “I wasn’t lying back there. You will make a great hunter,” a second later, “but don’t let it go to your head.” You continued down to the tsurak pen.

Lo’ak watched in awe as the creature circled around you before its head reared upwards for affection, he zoned in on your wide smile, “Has someone missed me?” A sound from the pronged jaw had him flinch. “He won’t harm you not while I’m here…” Mischief in your tone and gaze, his taut shoulders could relax, “Tsurak do not bond with ease but when they do, they will sacrifice their life for yours.” You brought his hand to the male tsurak’s side, the creature grumbled until it got used to his presence.

He was wary but that was natural, “I guess this won’t be like the ilu…” Your head shook.

“If I hated you, yes,” he liked to hear your laugh, it made him smile even if he didn’t realise, “but seeing as you’re our guest I’ll make an exception.” Instead you tossed your leg over the saddled spine like it was second nature, shushing the irritable tsurak as your hand ran up its forehead.

Making the bond, “When you do this, not for another week, I’ll need extra hands during the first bond. Hand position is the same as the ilu but tighten your grip,” demonstrating the actions as you spoke, “the same principles as ikran riding above the water but when you dive, feel and align with the tsurak’s movements. Maintain good balance when you hit the water and remain calm. Watch me closely beneath the surface,” with a deep breath you rode out on the beastly animal, Lo’ak’s intense stare studied how fluid your body moved with the tsurak. No spoken commands before the splashed dive, chest flush with its body and legs hooked either side like anchors.

He broke the stare, head out of the shallows, heat spread across his face. He liked to think he was close to you but how acquainted could he get to someone who never wanted to spend time with him in the first place.

That inbuilt attraction lingered as you reemerged, returning to where he stood. How could he ever live in Awa’atlu knowing you would never be his… not without a miracle performed by Eywa herself.

It progressed worse with time, over the next two months. You both met with Payakan and Paysyul at Three Brothers Rocks in secrecy, he would be captivated as you sang songs with your sister tulkun and Lo’ak grew to learn the words.

His hands would linger on the small of your back when gliding in the water, holding you against him sometimes. His face would grow too close when you both laughed or were free diving. His eyes had grown too familiar for your mind to rationalise the growing feelings that hollowed out your chest.

When he bonded properly with the tsurak, it became overwhelming. Heaved breathes from his accomplishment and your celebration, your hands rested on his biceps and your waist clutched in his fingers.

Able to feel Lo’ak’s breath against the bow of your lips and the gold of his eyes too intrusive, laying you bare to his touch…

Until you pulled away, “Who knew you had it in you, forest boy?”

The moment severed further by Tsireya, “You actually did it!” You shouldn’t have let that twinge of envy spike but it did. How could it not with her beautiful face, hair full of flowing curls and her movements the image of grace.

“We’re going to the Cove of the Ancestors, if you wanted to—,”

“— I’ll remain here,”

“Y/N, please… you haven’t been there since you got here—,”

“— No, Tsireya. You know I can’t go there.” Your hair swayed beneath your movements, finding a secluded part of the beach.

You hadn’t noticed the footsteps as they appproached, “Lo’ak I don’t want to talk about it,” You turned and it wasn’t him.

It was his mother, you didn’t know what to say to her— how to address the equally fierce mate of Toruk Makto. She observed the marking again, scarred on your right forearm. “I have waited years to see that mark again. To see your people.”

This was not a conversation you wanted to endure, “I don’t know what you mean…” toes dipped into the clear shallow sands.

Her presence ushered closer, “You are no skxawng, child, so stop pretending,” she was kind and voice nurturing. “The clan who wore this mark used to visit the Omatikaya on the mighty slotsyal they bonded with. Until they were wiped out by an eruption—,”

“— It wasn’t the Great Mother’s hand that wiped my people out,” cursed through gritted teeth, “our sister clan had never recovered from when the mountain split and fires consumed their forest. Many died, their tsahik with them… we provided resources and extra hands to rebuild but we could not repair the damaged minds that remained. Their olo’eyktan was dethroned by his own daughter, Varang. Within a few days my own village burst into flames. The people burned, our hometree reduced to cinders and the warriors that fought weren’t enough… I wasn’t enough to stop them…”

There was no pity in the woman’s eyes only understanding, “The Txon’ong’are people live in you now, child. As Eywa wills it.”

“If Eywa cared… the mountain wouldn’t have crumbled and my family… my family wouldn’t have died and my home wouldn’t be scorch-marks on barren stone,” it was the first time actually admitting it, Eywa would have protected your people if she had given a damn about those in her lands. Neytiri watched as you disappeared into the water, aware of how your bones ached and heart weighed heavier with every second.

That was a distance you kept after that day— you aided the Tsahik with Kiri after her seizure. When Lo’ak spoke you acted as though you hadn’t heard. Maintaining that divide for a month, making salves and remedies in a hut only Ronal knew about.

It was necessary; they’d forget you ever existed.

The only place you could breathe was the deepest part of the reef. Sat on the sandy floor in a meditation. That is why you didn’t speak of your home— forgetting you ever had one before Metkayina.

No one would notice if you disappeared… what if you stayed on that ocean floor and never returned…

When your lungs ached for breath, you remained there like part of the reef. No Paysyul to stop you this time, no Eywa to send a blessing your way and no family to care.

Your arms spread out and back flat against the sand as the convulsions echoed throughout your body. Breathless and senseless.

Allowing the water to swallow you whole.

You were in Her embrace.

Calm swept over you for the first time in four years.

Immediately recognising where you were… your true kelku in the heart of the home tree you had seen burn. The fresh fruit and salt cast from the sea scented the air as it always had. Transparent cloth draped around the room, your mother’s baskets of herbs settled in the corner and your father’s spear hung where it always would be. Your sister’s wooden figures splayed messily on the floor— she never had been able to clean up. “We never thought we’d see you here so soon,” Of course it was him, the one who plagued your memories. You didn’t bolt towards him like you thought you would, his hand braced your shoulder. “I can’t tease you now, you’re taller than me…” 

You couldn’t help but sob, he had always been taller. Always back to when you first met as children and had grown. He still looked like he was sixteen, not aged a single day since he was taken away from you. “Don’t cry, paskalin, I always hated when you cried.” Stroking your hair with hands you thought you’d never feel again.

”How can I not cry, Rahu?”

He shushed you gently, “It is not your time yet… why are you here, Y/N?” Of course Rahu knew, Eywa saw everything. “There is no need to torture yourself… you deserve happiness not self-murder. After everything you have been through you deserve peace.” It made the guilt run deeper, since he could see all and could experience the feelings that grew for the second son of Toruk Makto. 

A kiss to your knuckles, “If I could choose anyone to guard your heart it would be Lo’ak,” The grief in your eyes when he said his name, “He brought that smile back— the one that lit rooms back home — and I will be forever grateful for that. As are they…” 

Chatter from behind you that had the streams course down your face. Bringing them into a crushing hug; like old times. “Sa’nu, sempu!” A tap at your shoulder. 

It broke something in you.

Age had not scorned Tirea in the arms of Eywa. Forever eight years old— she probably loved that. She could play with her wooden figures all night and day. “Little parultsyìp…” Holding her in the air as you always had, giving her a spin. Over her shoulder stood your family, “Ma swapxì…” In the golden haze of the All Mother you still felt like something was missing, like you were not meant to be there. Not without…

”You must return now, ma’ite,” Your forehead connected to your mother’s. “You have a life to live… for us and everyone from the village… for Snatanhì, too…” The mention of that name drove the wedge deeper. You had lost everyone you had ever cared about in one fell swoop four years prior.

Your father, “Do not dwell on the past, Y/N, look to your future. Your bright future at Metkayina.”

Tirea beneath hugged your leg, “When you have little ones, don’t forget to let us meet them…”

And finally the former flame of your mending heart, “He has our blessing. Be happy with him and don’t you dare feel guilty.” A kiss to your temple and too many arms circled around you. 

“I will love you all. Always.” The connection wavered and a newfound sense of clarity rolled over your body.

Snapped awake to the frantic pressure on your chest and jagged breathing you recognised. “Come on!” It sounded urgent— the shout bit down the tears, “Come on, Y/N, stay with me…” Your eyes wide open and the water pooled in your lungs spluttered up, his arm guided you to sit forward on the sodden sand.

The look on his face unreadable, tears streaked his cheeks as he held you there. Just looking at you like you could vanish at any moment. His other hand settled at your cheek, his thumb drew circles. “I thought I lost you,” that is why you did it, so you would forget how he looked at you and how that made you feel.

“Lo’ak…” He could tell you were scared; to feel anything other than emptiness. He knew the notion. A braid brushed away from your face— how many times had you allowed him to do that, guilt would eat at you whenever he did. When you thought about the warmth of his lips against yours and his touch on your body.

In the haze of night he was even more intoxicating to ignore. You’d memorise his silhouette; the curve of his nose and the dip of his lips in that twinkling glow.

His thumb ran along your bottom lip, “I know you’re fighting with the past, that your head feels too loud… but you don’t need to push me away. Let me be there to help…”

The tears dragged down on their own, swept away by his thumb as they ran. The only place to look was the gold of his eyes. “Why does everything about you draw me in?” Only able to curse your feelings. “I tried to hate you, Lo’ak,” his nose brushed against yours. Unable to mask your fleeting heartbeat in the heavy gaze of his eyes.

The tension snapped.

Angled up as his kiss devoured you. Your hands traced from his chest, to his shoulders and up to where his hair met his nape. Bringing yourself onto your knees, Lo’ak’s fingers gripped your waist dragging you further against his sturdy build. Not breaking the sequence of flipped kisses, both trying to make the most of that moment.

Breaking apart to ease the tightness in your chests, foreheads fell against one another, the bridge of his nose lapped yours in affection that felt natural. “Oel ngati kameie,” Souls connected through the joint gaze, nose nudging yours again.

Taking in the flickers of light on his skin, “Oel ngati kameie.” Pulling him back down onto your lips.

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Your steps fleeting and feathered, breathing subtle and trained. This was what you were renowned for. A hand around your throat, “You’re lucky my hand ain’t a noose…” Unfortunately he could give you a run for your money. “Cat got your tongue, love…” Nestled against his chest, blocked by ammunition and body armour. How many times had you been in that position fully bare and swollen around him? Too many times than you would care to admit.

How the tables had turned from nights of pleasant fuckery… now it felt like you both had been fucked over, “How long have you known?” His grip bent, indenting your neck.

“Simon, I- ,” He lost his mind.

Flicking you around with one hand and catching in both, “I don’t wanna hear fuckin’ it… how long have you known?” You wish that you could turn back time, to when his apprehension was amusement and when his eyes weren’t filled with resent.

You didn’t resist him, “Shepherd threatened my family, Simon…”

Pressing the metal blade against your neck, “Comes with the job… how long?” You didn’t flinch at him, staring straight at the betrayal lingering in the murkiness.

“Three months, I should have told you…” His masked face directly before yours, how many times had he been like that without the damned thing… too many occurrences for you to count. His hands would mark the places his lips would smother, his lips usually planted on where you’d be screaming from.

Neither of you recounted how you ended up in that precarious state the first time, six rounds later in the morning. Dotted abrasions waved across your body, and your pussy more than sore.

How far you pair had fallen… “How did it come to this?” A weapon against your throat and death sentence awaited you, voicing your thoughts to the man that held the knife. “How did it come to THIS?” Tears straying down your mucky cheeks, only for his gloved hand to swipe over it.

That was the Simon you’d fallen in love with against better judgement, “You’re gonna tell us everything, got that? We’ll keep your family safe…”

“That’s a promise you can’t keep, Lt. Riley…”

“If I can’t keep a promise to you, then what good am I?” Sweeping away the tears, “I’ve gotta go get Johnny… could use an extra eye as long as you don’t shoot me in the back…”

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You expect a riot, but all you feel is comfort. Arms enveloping your body, tears in your necks. Your fingers traced the locks of snow, eyes welled at the sheer thought of being separated from Sanemi Shinazugawa in any lifetime. “Let’s go to mine…” A murmur against your brow as a calloused hand fitted against yours.

As the sun cast its last ray, his lips trickled down from neck to navel like a warm embrace. Paying mind to new wounds that would likely scar. He’d spend hours cherishing that skin, marks left in obvious spots and some only he got the pleasure of seeing. Mouth fitted against yours, hands angling your head to dig deeper- not getting enough of how you tasted against his tongue.

Sanemi treated you like a porcelain doll, unlike how he had been thus far. “Why are you being so gentle?” Lilac eyes stared at you with such peace.

Hand slipping into yours, as his cock its made home. Sanemi consumed your honeysuckle moan, “You’re more than a quick fuck…” You’d thought he’d disappeared entirely- but there was the brash side. Only in his words, his pace was silk- much more passive and smooth than jagged thrusts for release. Wayward wisps of moonlight brushed your face.

That night it was a cloudscape, like you were floating on air. You had almost perished at the hands of a Lower Moon, but you hadn’t. In the gentle caress of Sanemi Shinazugawa, and who could ignore that fact- still using his name as a profanity as that ache built, hands holding his face.

Watching you come undone, as you did him. From then on, you knew the difference between being fucked and being made love to.

“After nearly losing you, I realised I can’t treat the woman I love so carelessly…”

He’d never said that word before, and you didn’t dwell. Head rested on his broad chest, “I love you, too, Sanemi…”

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ON HIMSELF: He isn’t an egotistical guy, barely looks in the mirror- doesn’t know what one really is if he’s being honest. His body is essentially ‘just a weapon’ to destroy the demon scourge.

ON YOU: Your lips, whether it’s watching you talk or hungrily devouring them… your lips are his getaway from reality and the void in his head. He’s also partial to your hands, they’re so soft compared to his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t have a preference, doesn’t feel the absolute need to fill you up and doesn’t mind getting a cloth and wiping his cum off your body.

He’s game for anything, other than on your pretty face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Would just love to have sex in a public place, not that his anxiety would ever be able to take that but he fantasises about eating you out against an alleyway wall. Giyu knows he could never do it, but that’s his dirty little secret.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Giyu Tomioka is a virgin because he doesn’t lose. But he’s a fast learner, very fast learner. He goes from completely inexperienced to making you cum in seconds from one sexual entanglement to the next.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

MISSIONARY : Not surprising, he’s eyes azure steeled watching your face contort as only his hips snapped. Stone holding you close to his beating chest. Losing his composure, cracks in that seamless image. Kissing you every thrust, delicate with your frame. Giyu likes missionary, because he can see how you come undone for him… breathless moans shattered.

SITTING UP COWGIRL: He’s a missionary guy but if you wanna spice it up, he very open to cowgirl where he’s sat up instead of laid down. Coiling you in his capable arms, he’s not threatened by you having control. It lets him get out of his own head. Likes leaving hickeys along your collarbone working up to your jaw. Your arms around his neck as he loses all sense of composure, thrusts busting upward. All the while those marine eyes are focused on your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very composed, I wouldn’t say serious. Giyu is in general very unemotional and it shows during intimacy until he starts to crack by your movements on him. There’s a laugh when he cums with a grunt… almost in disbelief but that composed front would never shake with Giyu.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Before you started to be intimate, he left it up to nature. But respects that it must not be pleasant with all the hair. He doesn’t get rid of it all but keeps in managed. Keeps his snail trail, you instructed him to.

Overall, Giyu isn’t very hairy. It’s more noticeable because it matches his hair colour so very dark hair.

On his partner, I don’t think he minds the length of hair down there. As long as it’s not a jungle he’s quite a chill guy about it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Loves looking into your eyes and hearing how your breath hitches off beat when he lays kisses from your lips down to your pussy. The world moves in slow motion for Giyu when he’s with you, and he savours that pit in stomach when you look so angelic shadowed by his body.

He likes to take you to picnic dates and make love to you on the blanket in a field of flowers. He’s quite thoughtful in that aspect and goes to quite a lot of effort to make moments special for you. So I guess you could say he’s romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s never had a need to.

Giyu doesn’t need sex- he finds it messes up his focus- so unless you are with him, he’s not giving it the time of day. It’s his attraction to you that makes him want it, which is why you never work on missions together, he can’t bite it down sometimes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

LIGHT BONDAGE: You saw how he tied up Inosuke, Tomioka has serious bondage skills. He’s not into shibari (Japanese bondage techniques), it’s more your hands above your head bound type of deal. As long as you’re comfortable with it, it just turns him on to have full control over what he can do to your body. He doesn’t get too wild.

LINGERIE: The first time he saw you in lace, he was kissing you. That was just your normal underwear so when he sees stockings- he’s leaving a trail of kisses front ankle to the apex of your thighs. He just adores seeing your body, never has the lights off- he loves to see all of you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves the comfort of the bed, it’s squishy and nobody will bother you there. Adores alone time with you, as long as you’re uninterrupted he’s not too bothered where you do it.

But…

Giyu LOVES making an occasion of sex, he’s a teeny tiny bit of a romantic.

I think he likes to get away to the swordsmith village when your nichirin swords need some TLC. A date by the hot springs and it ends up with you in his arms and Giyu inside of you in a carry fuck position.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

There’s a reason he doesn’t train with you and that’s because he is utterly distracted by your movements and grace… in a battle, that’s a different story. He’s laser focused on the task at hand, but training- he’s rock hard. Tengen will probably tease him about it… so he just shuffles away without a word to his elder.

Also, when you’re kind- when you’re witty and sarcastic. It doesn’t get him rock hard but he feels a twitch because he’s just so attracted to you in those moments. He’s a gentle soul.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Water sports and stuff like that, despite being the Water Hashira but NO.

Degrading you and being unkind to you in any way, you respect him he will respect you. And unless you call him a whore during sex- he ain’t gonna say it to you.

Anything involving other people, yeah, I know that’s boring but he isn’t the sharing type. Loves having you and your undivided attention- it’s adorable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Isn’t going to say no to you giving him one after a long Hashira meeting or unwinding after a mission.

But he prefers going down on you, he’s not a like a starved man- he’s more reserved and knows what buttons to press so your toes are curled. He knows his way around your pussy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

May lose himself in the heat and is deep and quick but in general he’s like a steady tide. Building up the pleasure inside of you. He’s not quick to finish so can take his time with you.

If you beg him, he’s like a jackrabbit but if you don’t ask you won’t get.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves to take his time with you. As mentioned before- there’s romance involved in every effort he makes. He can’t help it and you wouldn’t change it.

You have had a quickie here and there but it’s not regular.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

On the outside if you got caught, he wouldn’t appear to care but on the inside he’s red and can’t fight that embarrassment of being discovered. So he prefers to keep it private, but he has been known to fuck you in hot springs that anybody could find you in.

He’s flexible to experimentation but resorts back to what he’s always done.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Enjoys long drawn out sex sessions, he needs a 15 minute break between cumming but he’s good to go again.

It could sometimes be all night long love making, but the intimacy doesn’t die down when he’s resting- he’s cradling you in his arms. Kissing you after lasting for 40 minutes- making sure you’re on cloud nine every second of it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Strikes me as old fashioned and has a proud aspect that deters him from accepting help from sex toys.

Does have bondage specific rope stashed beneath tatami boards.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Has the capability to tease, it just depends on what lengths you drive him to. If you’ve been a pain or teased him yourself. What goes around cums around and justice is served.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud, he’s telling you how good you are and praising you nonstop. It’s only when he’s cumming that he’s got a finite grip on your hips and moaning- grunt-like and wholly attractive. Otherwise, he gives the odd noise but you could mistake his heartbeat for that.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As predictable as Giyu Tomioka is, you never expected him to drag you into the store closets in the Butterfly Mansion. Nor did you anticipate his hands ripping down your trousers. Or his cock slipping in and out of your pussy like a prayer, heavy breaths behind you.

An explanation told after he’d released inside you. “When your fist went into Shinazugawa’s face… I knew I had to have you here and now…” Note to self: punch Sanemi more often.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s longer than average- about a 6.5 inches with decent thickness but this man knows what to do with it.

Giyu is a Hashira- he’s been training rigorously for years under Urokodaki and then alongside others of his rank. He’s a ripped guy but he’s very modest, not because he’s trying to be but because he’s never viewed himself as attractive. Just not a vain person in general.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Doesn’t REQUIRE sex in his daily life- only if you do certain things. He’ll have it if you ask and tease him.

Scale of 0-10, he’s a solid 6.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe struggles with insomnia on rare occasions and he doesn’t get tired easily. He’s more than likely wide away after the sex, if you’re ready to go another round he doesn’t mind.

Makes sure you’re taken care of before considering falling asleep after a long night of worshipping you. Really doesn’t think his wellbeing means shit.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ON HIMSELF: He’s proud of his body, all of the work it does to kill demons. It also has other benefits, making you cum harder than you had with anyone. He hates his scars, but since he has had significant ones since childhood- he thought to himself, ‘more won’t change things…’ and doesn’t care if he garners more of them.

ON YOU: You have such soft skin and that joyous gleam in your eyes warms his heart. Your smile makes him have hope that true good exists in abundance and that he’s worthy of tranquil happiness. He’s a thigh man, loves to use them as an anchor point when rutting into you. And resting his head on them when he returns home in relatively one piece.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gets so worked up, more times than not his cum is leaking out of you. If it’s a blowjob, he’s finishing down your throat.

It terms of your cum, he’s fingering you in the attempt to get you to squirt. He’s used to the mess and doesn’t give a shit really. Loves when you’re so far gone that you couldn’t care less if anybody else heard you yell his name.

He’s a ‘grown ass man’ who likes watching you cum… very hard.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to fuck you on Hashira training grounds, carry fucking you. He’s a muscular guy, more than capable of tossing you up and down on his thick cock.

If any Hashira happens to see it, he doesn’t care. They’d see how competent he is on the battlefield and in the bedroom.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s too busy fighting demons to have frequent sex. He’s not a virgin but hasn’t gotten much.

Sanemi doesn’t like being touched, everything encounter before you had been non-intimate and pure sex.

But Sanemi knows what to do, especially with subtle guidance from yourself.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

CARRY FUCK: He’s strong- unbelievably so and he’s fast. You’re not in control, he’s in full force in that position…

LEAPFROG: It’s a more intimate version of doggystyle but your legs are prized open more and the angle he hits you inside is tear jerking and orgasm inducing. It’s one of his personal favourites- he can feel every inch of your cunt like that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Stone cold seriousness, in sex and in life. His presence is enough to render you speechless and humourless. Especially while bottoming you out. Only hearing your cries of pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s not messy down there, more on the side of no hair at all or a trimmed area of white.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Wouldn’t described Sanemi as a romantic, he cares about you definitely but doesn’t see the point in romantic gestures. His kisses are rough and spontaneous. You can taste the anger in them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

There’s a lot of pent up tension for one person, typically takes it out in Hashira training but if you’ve turned him on… he’s gotta get it out somehow.

You caught him once, his cheek flushed an out of character pink… replacing his hand with your own, before swiping your tongue along his length, glossy with saliva. His hands braced in your hair, keeping your head bobbing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loves to see his hickeys lacing every inch of your skin. He’s got a thing, and wears your scratches like a badge of honour.

Definitely is a masochist, especially with your scratches at his back. He wishes when you grip the sheets- him thrusting into you from behind - that it was your nails in his back.

Your pathetic cries for him to not stop, he gets off on that shit. You unable to handle him without tears streaking your cheeks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

AGAINST A TREE: Loves when his back is against the tree, you on his hips- bucking up and down on his shaft. Or you’re on your knees, hair collected in his scarred palms- sloppy with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

OPEN SPACES: Open fields, on the ground. He likes stability because he can be earth shaking, also the echo of your screams drive him over an edge he craves.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A simple hand against his bare chest, running your fingers along the indentations undulating his pecs and toned abs. Running under his uniform. Down to his cock, palming. You’ve got his attention and without a second thought, your garments are pushed to the side and he’s in you.

Seeing you hold your own in battle, he admires a woman in charge and capable of independence. He’ll see how well you can handle him, whether that be in front of everybody or in private- depends on how you look at him across the battlefield.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not many things turn him off- hurting you, like actually harm to you is a massive no no. He’s not a monster, just troubled.

Any form of bodily fluid other than cum is a massive no. He’s not an animal who needs to mark his territory like that. He just leaves hickeys for days on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves either. Depends if he’s in a giving mood and how dirty you’ve been. He’s never begged for a blowjob, you just end up gagging on him every day.

He’s very talented with his tongue, you may be better than red bean mochi. Obsessed with your pussy and the noises he can get rip from you by exploring it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough, rough, rough… did I mention he’s rough?

Sometimes you’ve had trouble walking because he’s drawn out so many heavy orgasms from you. Even his fingers are ROUGH… he’s gentle afterward but in the moment, he’s possessed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves to have a quickie, he can make you cum relatively quick. And he enjoys a quickie go in the Butterfly Mansion gardens now and again before Aoi can reprimand you both for undertaking such ‘lewd’ actions.

If you’re at HQ, everyday- maybe three times a day. He craves your skin and your presence. Not that he’d ever admit it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It’s pretty clear he doesn’t give a shit what others think of him. He’s fucked you in open corridors before at HQ. In alleyways, in the hot springs everywhere you ventured together in missions.

He is addicted to your volume, your sweet voice on the air as he’s tearing your soul from your body. He doesn’t care who hears that.

It’s not his fault that he knows how to make you cum hard multiple times in a row. Multiple times a day.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is inhuman. He’s drilling you three times a day… full out… day after day. One round with him is like four rounds with another guy, so he can last twelve rounds a day with that math.

Make sure not to taunt him about not being able to last… he’ll prove you wrong.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t need toys, he’s a man who can pleasure his woman. You’ve never complained before.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a fucking tease, in the worst way possible. If you’ve annoyed him, he has no problem in edging you countless times. Jokes on you, it just ends up in a cascade of profanity rolling from your throat. Speaking in tongues, and clinging to his rock hard body.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not too loud but his grunts egg you on even more…

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be on patrol one night and he’ll drag you into the noodle place. Tearing down your trousers, “Dripping already… you’ve been thinking about me, huh?” You nodded, as he stroked into you. Unrelenting.

This has happened more than once.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Seven inches and thick. Veiny and hooking to the left slightly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

In close proximity with you, yeah- you’re a fucking goner. He doesn’t care where he corners you, you’ll always be game for it.

On a scale of 0-10. Sanemi Shinazugawa is a 10/10.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Makes sure you’re comfortable and sound asleep before he wraps you in his arms and sleeps soundly for the first time in weeks.

He does care about you, it’s just not in his nature to be gentle during physical activities.

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You knew the usual stare he held in these situations, so calculated and so feral. His hands followed on suit, one on each globe of your bare ass, "Pipe down, sweet thing, just figuring out what I'm gonna do to you... been teasing me all fucking day…" His voice like rolling thunder- dark tipped with salacity. Making all the more wet upon hearing it. He earned a groan with the grip of his fingertips into your padded flesh. "You like that, huh? Well I guess..."

Your hips grated against the zataku table; hair scattered, blocking your vision. A startled moan was all you both could hear, "Could warn me next time," Eye half-close, brows drooping and mouth hung open. He wished he could see the sight he had grown accustomed to, but the view of his cock entering that dripping cunt was more intriguing.

You’d never get used to that feeling- the pinpricks wedging you open. While he focused solely on the throbbing of your pussy swelling, pulsing around him. He didn't respond, swiping a long stroke into you - digging his mouth into the curve of your neck; hot breaths brushing against molten skin. His fingers around your neck- a smile covered your face. They didn’t dig in or constrict airflow- Sanemi always did that to stable you.

Sanemi’s smile was more menacing as his hips ebbed and flowed, knocking the wind out of you while beneath him. He was reckless with his thrusts, you swore there would have bruises - alike every occurrence you fucked.

Not that you had any complaints… maybe that’s why he could never leave your side. Despite your frame becoming swamped by his, you still loved being manhandled… Sanemi would die a happy man to be in your arms as the sun came up.

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SFW

- You met Kyojuro during Final Selection, you were one of Urokodaki’s students- you knew Sabito, Makomo and Giyu

- Sabito never returned, and so you strived to train harder…

- The only reason you survived Selection was because you lost your mask and the Hand Demon didn’t recognise you as one of Urokodaki’s students

- It was ruthless, most of the candidates died during those seven days… Kyojuro stuck out like a sore thumb- his hair and his demeanour

- You became fast friends with Kanae and Shinobu Kocho… you soon got a grasp of other breathing styles

- More specifically flower breathing which you learned swiftly because of your water understanding

- You had run ins with Kyojuro, always remembering him and that flame-stricken hair. And determined eyes

- Somehow, with unfortunate circumstances… you became the Flower Hashira after your closest friend Kanae died at the hands of Doma

- Kyojuro was the first to comfort you and welcome you into the Hashira ranks

- You’d had a crush on him, working closely on mission alongside each other

- You had to make the first move, he seemed completely oblivious otherwise… to which he replied, “Your presence lights a fire within my heart… the likes of, I have never experienced…”

- He’s quite attentive, notices that you smell a certain type of flower once and then there’s an entire bouquet in his hands

- Very inexperienced, training consumed his life… as did yours.

- You’re learning together

- Your first kiss was like a headbutt but he laughed it off in a charming manner, “We need further practice!” He’s so enthusiastic when he said it, not leaving the room until your head was spinning. Practically engulfed in his warmth thereafter

- He’s so cuddly

- A human heater, you don’t grab a blanket you just pull Kyojuro over whenever your the slightest bit chilly

- His brother adores you, especially since you speak up to his father after he hits both his sons round the face… “You will NEVER lay a finger on your sons AGAIN!”

- You practically adopt Senjuro, and Kyojuro has never felt more proud in his life… that’s when he knew he loved you unconditionally…

- He proposed a week after that, aided by Tengen, Shinobu and Kanao…

- Kyojuro is quite private about his personal life, and doesn’t want to make a huge spectacle…

- He received permission from Master Ubuyashiki, it didn’t breach any Demon Slayer Corps rules… though, Kagaya would have turned a blind eye, he was a sucker for young love

- Kyojuro took you for a walk in the Butterfly Mansion gardens… before getting down on one knee, the ring must have been made by your swordsmith because the pattern of your ring was the same as your nichirin sword

- As soon as you could, you sent your Kasugui crow to the smithing village to get one made for Kyojuro

- He’s protective over you in the field, you bat him off… “Don’t compromise the mission, Kyo…” Between attacks, and he knew that. He’d always sacrifice his own life for yours.

- You marry at the Ubuyashiki Mansion- among your fellow Hashira, the master and his family.

- You take his last name, but most likely get referred to by your first name or your maiden name still

- With earnings made along the way, you both purchase a property where you could train the future flame breathers and flower breathers- you called it ‘The Hanabi Estate’.

- You take up cooking because Kyo has a tendency to burn things

- You help him heal from his mothers death and his fathers abuse

- Senjuro lives with you, Kyojuro’s hearts warmed when you say, “You don’t need to fight demons to be important… your heart is all you need to make an impact on the world. Don’t let that flame die out, Senjuro…”

- Definitely wants kids with you, especially after seeing you be so gracious with his younger brother, Kanao and any young apprentice you pick up along the way

- Is indebted to you- joining him with the young trio on the Mugen Train mission

- Both surviving the mission to see another day with thick cuts that would be added to the menagerie lacing your bodies

- Loves time in the hot springs, it’s the only thing that releases tension in his roaring body…

- Especially when your kneading the knots in his shoulders

- Allows you to tend to his wounds- you’re the only one who usually lets look at them

- Worries when you go on solo missions, not wanting you to end up like your predecessor

- Probably wants four or so kids… he has a lot of heart to give

- Adores your cooking- eats everything you make for him

- Puts in food orders with you to make, “only if you want to…”

- And of course you do. How could you turn him down when he asked so nicely?

NSFW

- You didn’t have sex until you got married, your honeymoon in a wisteria covered onsen

- You only wore your usual kimono walking into the bedroom… he’s never been so speechless before

- Neither of you had experience, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…” He’s never felt so helpless before, a beautiful naked woman in front of him

- Bringing his hand down to your breast, “Touching seems like a good place to start…”

- But unlike that first kiss, which was awkward- you wouldn’t change the first time Kyojuro Rengoku made love to you

- He sunk down to his knees, tasting your pussy and journeying further by the moans clawing out of your throat

- No need to be quiet, you were alone. No threat of demons, no people for miles… just you and your husband.

- He took you missionary, letting you adjust to the heat of his body- which may have calmed you down with him inside of you

- Kyojuro rarely lets you go down on him, he’d much rather have you cum on his tongue in persistent succession

- The honeymoon was the only time he let you go down on him, at the edge of the hot spring before he dragged you in and jackhammered you

- Aftercare is his speciality, though you should really tell him eating you out isn’t necessary… you attempted to but, “This is MY aftercare, Y/N, you taste so delicious…”

- Who were you to ruin his meal?

- He’s just as enthusiastic in life as he is in the bedroom- he’s up to doing anything… other than hurting you, humiliating you or bodily fluids other than the obvious cum

- He has so many hidden sides- fucking you in hallways and public hot springs whenever you visit the swordsmiths village

- Holds his hand over your mouth when your mewling like a banshee

- Definitely the type to hold your hands when making love, he’s romantic like that

- Candlelight surrounding you, petals on the floor… feasting on your arousal and smiling like a madman with your wetness dripping…

- Wouldn’t leave your legs if there were no demons to vanquish

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Maybe that’s why your ass was up, thunderous pounding reddened the fat of it. Balls hitting against your clit as he rioted. His hands tied yours around your back, face parallel to the desk. A slim part of you cared about how anybody could walk in with your professor fucking you like an animal in heat. That didn’t stop those honeyed moans tearing away from you. “Fuck! Don’t stop!” You must’ve sounded pathetic in the mumble.

He would’ve laughed had he not been balls deep inside you- stilling himself for a second. Palms releasing your limbs, holding the insatiable sight of your raw backside. Giving it a satisfied clap, “You take me so well, swee’heart…” Deep and looming thrusts accentuated his intentions. Fingers dug into your flesh while you groaned lightly. “I’m gonna rip into ya’ ‘til ya’ can’t stand… understood?” You’d forgotten he’d said he was in the Special Forces, his hips never let you forget.

You couldn’t help what drooled from your mouth, “Affirmative, Captain Price…” He was true in his promise after you used his rank, you knew what buttons to press and when to flash your pretty pussy at him.

Too smart for your own good, even fucked dumb on his girth, working up and down. Adrenaline the only thing keeping you moving and upright. Chanting his name and spewing filth at the man. Facing away from him, to the rows of seats and two lecture hall doors. “Anybody could come in and see the whore the university golden girl is… but you like that don’t ya’?” That’s when you went limp, his muscular physique taking over. Hugging you to his toned chest, and whispering in your ear, “You’re ruined for those rugby players you fuck thinking about me…”

He wasn’t wrong, but all you could muster was a wail. Professor John Price had you wrapped in a web that you never wanted to escape from.

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- Puts on a brave face to you and he’s leaving for deployment but you know he’s dying on the inside- running the statistics through his head of his chances of survival

- Your daughter’s first word was in facts, “Dada”, she’s such a daddy’s girl.

- It’s hell for you when he’s away having a one year old who doesn’t know where her dad is, playing old videos of him to keep her sane

- All the while you were pregnant with your little girl. Kyle misses kissing your stomach every hour of the day, even when you weren’t pregnant he’ll do it

- You’re about 4-5 months along when he leaves.

- Kyle has two older sisters (he’s the baby of the family) and they treat you like their own blood in the best way possible

- They are taking you out baby shopping while he’s away, they’re staying over to spend time with your daughter

- Don’t get started with Kyle’s mum, she may be the in-law ever. Kyle’s dad left and never came back when he was young

- Everyday is a party to them, they’re so joyous and you see why Kyle is so well adjusted and a proper gentleman

- They live just around the corner and you go round every other night for dinner with your little girl and little bump

- They sympathise with you when Kyle is away, his mother didn’t understand why he enlisted into the army to begin with but over the years she saw the glint in his eye

- Like you had- he lived to fight the shadow wars… though he preferred to spend time with his family in more recent times

- After having a child, his relationship with his family, his mother especially, healed.

- He’s low-key jealous that his sisters steal you away and spend more time with you than he gets to

- But he’s so glad you get along with them- they can be picky and have never liked anyone brought home before

- Kyle returns when you are about to pop, 8 months pregnant and he doesn’t know when he’s getting redeployed

- No matter how many times it would happen, Kyle isn’t sure he’d ever remain composed in the delivery room.

- But what had remained the same with your birthing is that he feels so still and grounded when holding his children in his arms

- Your eldest is a mini him and your youngest is a mini you

- He’s sent back out four months later, but for a shorter time period.

- When he comes back, you’re not okay… he found you crying in the shower away from your kids in the middle of the night

- “Please don’t leave us…” He must be the most understanding partner, he battles demons in his head everyday but it hits different when it’s the love of his life, mother of his children who is suffering outwardly

- Sobbing in his clothed arms

- He had read about post-partum depression and he is an actual angel when it comes to dealing with it

- He takes on more tasks so you can have your own space but always curls up around you on the sofa

- Your eldest girl attempts to climb up and Kyle helps her

- Is so good with kids dealing with his nieces and nephews

- Grew up in a house full of women, that’s why he’s so endearing and thoughtful about you

- Kyle was so nervous to ask his Captain such a bold question, Price had seen photos of your daughters so he knew they existed

- He also lived not too far from your house so he came over and got into a wrestling match that your eldest won (definitely let her win lol)

- “Sir, since we’re speaking casually… Y/N and I were wondering if you were wanted to be the godfather to the girls…”

- John had never been asked that before and hold back the tears welling. A hand on Kyle’s shoulder, a nod, “Of course I will, Sergeant.”

- His sisters are the godmothers and maybe someone close to you as the other godfather

- About three years into the relationship when your eldest daughter is about 2 and the youngest is nearly 1, you tie the knot.

- Nothing too extravagant, he didn’t like being centre of attention…

- Only the closest people there: his mum, sisters, Simon, Johnny, Price and your closest family you’re in contact with

- You may or not be pregnant with bubba no. 3…

- Spoilers! Baby boy on the way

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- Kyle is a very diligent person, so when he meets you he makes things very clear with you. “I’m not gonna be around much and I’m not looking for anything serious…”

- He’s all about loyalty and honesty and having his own freedom

- But he soon realises after six months of seeing you, that he can do things his own way with you at his side, “Wanna be my girlfriend?”

- “I thought you’d never ask…” And you thought he never would, knowing how Kyle got in his own head sometimes.

- Kyle didn’t know if he wanted to be a dad- he knew he could live life his own way without them but worried that he’d be missing out if he didn’t have them

- He looked confident but is a very logistical person when planning was involved,

- Though he didn’t have much of a choice when he came home to your shared apartment, you sat at the kitchen table. “As gorgeous as ever…” He hummed to you, only faintly able to smile to him. “Hey… what’s wrong? I’ve got no bulletholes in me,” Briging you into a back hug, your hands only weak when holding him.

- You’d only been with him a short amount of time, meeting him through friends but you’d known him as long as you’d been hooking up and dating.

- “I’m pregnant,” his hold on you didn’t frail. You expected him to freak out then and there but you just heard him cry in your ear. “Kyle, you okay?”

- He moved beside you, your head in his hands before dragging you into a crushing kiss. Breathless, “Aren’t you freaked out?” Speaking to him with such concern, this wasn’t like him… not usually. He burst into laughter with the tears. “Who are you and what have you done with Kyle Garrick?”

- “I’m just… so ready to settle down…” Not prying into his work, you knew how stressful it was for him. “With you and our baby…”

- He’s so factual and intellectual that he’s reading up as much as he can, “Taken your folic acid today?” / “I read that in the third trimester you should drink raspberry leaf tea…”

- He’s good like that

- He is researching the best cribs to buy, what kind of decor is best for babies

- Kyle is so prepared that it gives you a headache, “You can relax, yknow…” Rubbing his tense shoulders, “We have six months left to plan all this… just relax baby…”

- HE DOESN’T RELAX

- IN THE SLIGHTEST

- He likes to be in control of situations because then he knows a loose possibility of what to expect

- Indulges your food cravings but was not ready for the boost in sex drive

- He was just so used to how things were before so when you jump him every day of the week… multiple times a day…

- He’s not complaining but he just didn’t expect it

- He has a bottle of water in the bathroom for when your morning sickness comes in.

- Holding your hair back every day before handing you that bottle of water, “Gotta keep up your hydration, babe…” You’ve never been so grateful to have Kyle Garrick as your baby daddy

- Especially at ultrasound appointments, he’s asking as many questions as possible and ignorant to the fact the technician was flirting with him the whole time, “Can we keep this professional, please?” He says to the woman, who does just that.

- Don’t know if Kyle is more a boy dad or girl dad… he’d treat them both the same and with STRONG morals

- You don’t have a gender reveal party- he’s not into that- more of a private ordeal with just the pair of you.

- A family member knew the gender and buys you a cake with coloured sponge.

- He doesn’t cry when he finds out you’re having a girl, he’s BAWLING

- But then he overthinks it, “Shit…”

- “Did you want a boy?”

- His head shook, “She’s gonna be gorgeous, guys are gonna chase after her… I’m never gonna get some peace…” You didn’t know whether he was joking…

- “We have a few years to figure that out…”

- “I’m getting her a badge that says, ‘My dad’s in the Special Forces’…”

- You just burst out laughing at him, “Christ, I’m glad I’m doing this with you…” And you were because Kyle Garrick was the gift that kept on giving

- Never lets you go out alone when your pregnant, he’s so protective

- He’s reaching for shit on the top shelf, no reaching for his lady

- Definitely proposes to you in the countryside during a candlelight dinner on a long weekend

- He’s so delicate with you that night, missionary and kissing you head to toe.

- Holding your hands- matching engagement rings against each other

- He doesn’t know what to do when you go into labour prematurely, he’s freaking out

- Doesn’t know whether to call Price or not… he’s panicking… you called for him to hold your hands so he stopped pacing…

- All anxiety cleared when the cries of your baby girl filtered through. That must have been the first time in Kyle Garrick’s life that’s he felt peace… unconditional love…

- Safe to say, the future boyfriends of your girl were having full background checks and going through SAS selection interrogation…

- He wasn’t going to tell you, you’d stop him. “Don’t even think about it, Kyle… it’s a waste of resources and you’ll have a heart attack…”

- Kyle soon discovers that theory is much different from putting it into practice… especially changing nappies.

- You giggle at him, “I can do it if you want…”

- “No. I’m a Sergeant, I can change a nappy…” He did, not neat or pristine but it would do the job.

- As he practiced, he became a nappy changing master.

- He’s actually adorable with your daughter- speaking in a mix of baby voice and then complex sentence the next minute

- He doesn’t mind if you have more kids, he’s looking to buy a house

- Don’t worry he has it covered- he’s got viewings set up…

- Kyle’s always got you covered as a parent and as a partner

- You just wonder if he’s ready for the announcement of baby number two when your little girl is 6 months

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I hope I wrote Gaz okay? He’s new territory for me but he’s a fun character to write for. Thank you for reading xx

PART TWO

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Only 25, stood in a waiting room with butterflies in your stomach. Not daring to look in the mirror, knowing the sight you’d see. All in white.

Everything in your thoughts drifted back to what would be at the end. The end of an aisle… your soon-to-be husband stood there. Only able to focus on the electric blue of his eyes.

It was lucky your Captain held your arm, walking you down the carpeted strip. He was like a father to you, he made both you and Johnny top candidates during your selection process at 18 years old. He volunteered when nobody else stepped up to the table…

Tears down your face as you stood eye-to-eye with your future. He gave your hand a squeeze, “You’re perfect…” Saying before speaking your vows, taking that kiss unlike any other. And before you knew it, he was on you.

You were breathless, “Johnny… shouldn’t we wait for tonight?” Inhaling the scent of his aftershave, fingers holding the back of his hair… lips against your neck, hand gripped onto your stocking clad leg. Feeling the garter straps holding them up.

Cheekiness in that grin, “Haven’t seen this gorgeous body all day… fuckin’ traditions…” Working his lips on yours, Johnny never tasted so sweet. “Where d’ya need me, Mrs MacTavish?” Your eyes conniving when toying with the idea…

A bite to your own lip, “You’re talking too much… what else is that tongue good for?”

You could not see him past the train of your snowy dress. Johnny wasn’t complaining, easier access. “Woah… I found the something blue,” You couldn’t help but shiver, able to only feel how he ventured. Leaving the garter alone, pressing against your sensitivity. Dripping wet with your now-husband between your legs.

Ass holstered on the solid countertop, two sinks either side and the door locked from the inside. Johnny had planned for this since booking the church as a venue- and maybe swiping the keys in the priests office… he’d return those later.

Moving your lacy underwear to the side, a long lick along your slit. His thumb rubbing your clit just how you liked it. Lapping at your folds, “You always taste so fuckin’ delicious,” His palms sent you off balance- falling against the mirror behind you, grappling at porcelain to anchor yourself as he sank deeper- able to see his strip of hair moving amongst the material fallen around at your waist. Heels strapped on and hooking the end of the stone surface. Chest heaving.

The noises so sloppy, you wanted to see him so badly. The usual sight of you dripping down his chin, before he’d go in for a hunger driven kiss. But instead, his fingers worked in and out of you instead, “Don’t wanna mess up the dress…” Spluttering your words as they continued to pump inside, curling expertly… tingles spread down your legs and back up. “Johnny…” Teeth gritted, while his tongue flicked at your bud. Sending you off the edge.

“That’s it…” He was filthy, and dirty minded at best. You should have known your wedding day would end up like this, you couldn’t get him off you. Not that you had complaints, he just had a thing for overstimulating you… whixh followed through right then, as his fingertips kept drawing out that mind-blowing release. But another thing with Johnny MacTavish, was he was full of surprises.

Feet dragged off the side, lips crashing against yours. That familiar taste on your tongue… “See what I mean… so sweet, darlin’…” That grin was enough for you to slump against the mirror again. “A bit quiet, though… how’s the ‘big guy’ gonna know we sealed the deal?” His views on religion were immoral.

You were speechless, leg manhandled to hike above his hipbone. His arousal propped against your very accessible hole- making it blatantly obvious with the subtle buck of his hips, clutching you close to his damp chest. Until he was not, spinning you around; staring at yourself in the reflective surface - watching as he tracked bites and kisses down your bare neck. His hard cock in the mirror- a hand pumping at its length. It was salivating, his hand barely managed to wrap its girth while the other palm pressured you forward, pelvis now height level with the basin. You were dripping wet; just yearning to feel that ache building up with his cock inside you.

Johnny was a tease, only now lifting the material, and ripping your panties down the gusset, “Those were new…” You found yourself grumbling, his hands rubbing your lower back.

Before shoving you down a bit, “I’ll get y’ some new ones…” Your pussy swollen as taking him in, inch by inch. Each earnt a new sequence of sounds escaping her throat. “Fuck…” He watched as his cock disappeared, and then to how your mouth hung open with a sigh dragging out. “Please tell me to move, you feel so fuckin’ amazing..." A nod followed by the crash of imbalance- but you’d would be a liar to say you did not love the penetrating lust that burned in that blindspot.

Hands ensuring your hips remained in that exact spot; proving a challenge on tiptoes. Eyes squeezed shut, allowing those feelings to ravish your senses. His panting, soft and guttural… Unstable as his jacket fell to the floor, and he managed to unbutton his shirt while bucking into you. It was a talent, and fuck did it feel like heaven.

He watched how that ass bounced, fingers embedded in the fat of cheeks, not able to control your lower body as he rutted. Not that you paid a blind bits notice, intoxicated around his length. “Don’t stop!” Feeling yourself slip. Waves crashing over your body, body stiffening up. His thrusts carrying through until they grew jagged and deep. Your shrill, volumed cry was what sent him over the edge.

His name branding the echoes, warmth inside of you while he buried himself. “Fuck…” You turned your head to the side, seeing the mask-wearing face of Johnny’s squad mate… “Maybe learn how to lock a door… fucking like rabbits…” He mumbled leaving the bathroom.

“I thought you locked it,” He remained deep in you…

He chuckled along with your much lighter giggle, “Not gonna hear the end of this one…”

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SFW

- You didn’t know what to expect being set up by your childhood friend Kyle Garrick

- Having an inkling it would be someone he worked with in the ‘parachute regiment’. So you expected 5’11”, stocky build and maybe a Mohawk?

- What you got was 6’4”, unable to tell what build he had because of the hoodies and a mask?

- He scared you to begin with, especially when you heard his voice. And Simon was used to that, that’s why he didn’t date… he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex or even spoke romantically to a woman.

- You thought about walking out on the date, but held in there. Realising maybe he was so awkward around the other people in the pub. “Wanna take a walk?”

- “Think you can keep up?” That was the first confident thing Simon had said that night.

- Maybe walking along the canal wasn’t the best choice but he seemed harmless, not a serial killer… He leant against the railings… his eyes reflected the street lamp, the night a dreary sight.

- You went to start your car, no such luck- like your date. He hadn’t told you one thing about himself… date failed and now your car refused to work with you. Your phone at 1% charge… you couldn’t even call a taxi.

- When you started to walk to the pub, an off-road jet black 4x4 pulled up beside you. It was Simon. “Car trouble?”

- “Yeah…”

- “Get in.” Was it a bad idea to jump into the car of someone you’d only just met and communicated with through Kyle? Yes. Were you in any position to turn down his kindness? No. “I’ll drive ya home…”

- Then the pin dropped, “My house keys are in the car,” A dry laugh came from him- trying to imagine what he looked like under that thing.

- “I can’t leave you on the street…” And that’s what led you straight into the passenger seat. His truck was spotless and surprisingly comfortable, like nobody had ever sat in that spot before you. “You can stay at mine for the night, don’t tell Garrick… he’ll have a field day….”

- “Thanks, but you could just drop me at a bus stop?” Not that you wanted that, not that you wanted anything from the good samaritan at the wheel.

- His head shook, “In this area? No chance, love,” You wondered how long he had travelled to go on this date because he had been driving half an hour before he pulled into a drive. From how he looked around getting out of the car and how high the garden hedge was, you thought it was lucky he hadn’t thrown a bag over your head.

- Not that you’d remember where he had taken you anyway.

- His house was almost barren, not many belongings. “Kitchen is on your left, living room on the right and bathroom is upstairs the first door you see…” He was talking much more than he had in the crowded environment.

- “D’ya have a phone charger? I’ll call Kyle to come get me tomorrow to look at the car…” He just gave you a stare, then you realised. Kyle didn’t live in your area anymore, over a hundred miles away. “Fuck…”

- “I’ll take a look at it in the morning…”

- “You sure? I can pay you fuel money,”

- Long story short, Simon turned down your money. And he kept coming back after he fixed your car, jotting your number down in case it gave you any more trouble.

- He doesn’t take his mask off until you have sex for the first time

- After that he rarely wears it when in private with you

- It’s weird when you have guests over (TF141) and he wears the damned thing

- You make sure you wash the masks every other day and make sure Simon alternates

- Never gets spots from them, either.

- Has tattoos but would never get a matching one with anyone

- He thinks it’s a jinx on any relationship or friendship

- You’re probably his first proper relationship

- Discloses he’s in the SAS when he gets deployed about a year into your relationship

- You never realised how worried sick you’d be until he got through the front door

- Bundles you in his arms, never taking the smell of your hair, perfume and skin for granted again

- Fixes all of your car troubles- he may have gone into mechanics had he had a settled childhood

- Finds it difficult to introduce you to the family, not because of you. Because of the baggage.

- His mother welcomed you but with caution in hand. Until you got talking to her and she just seemed to open up to you.

- She invites you round for dinner every Sunday. It makes Simon smile

- Never worked through his emotional baggage about his dad

- So when the subject of kids is brought up, he shudders

- You don’t press the matter, not with Simon

- He’s stubborn and you seem to be the only one who can change his mind

- Simon doesn’t fall in love easily but when he does, it’s deep and he’s never leaving your side

- Much more of a goofball than other people see- those dad jokes are primed and ready for an occasion

- Not a jealous guy, he knows you’re his…

- He’s more worried about you when he’s away

- It’s like a hole in his heart being away from you and he strives to get out uninjured and alive not to burden you

- Knows that if you can get past his work, you’ll get through anything

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- Your first time was very spontaneous, two months into you seeing him.

- The back of his car, you couldn’t remember the cause of it but you remember making out in the back of his truck

- Going out into the woodlands to cool off but instead, you were hitched on his hips and fingers dragging across his muscular shoulders.

- Clung to each other while his body rolled into yours, you biting down slightly on his clothes. Instead of purring his into the daylight air.

- It didn’t end there, the back of the truck and back at his.

- Practically never ending until the morning… where you’d lay on his chest. He was stroking through your hair

- Whenever he’s asleep, he recounts those memories and every encounter after that.. just so he can be close to you when away

- Surprisingly gentle- knows he’s a big guy

- Though he’s not without his rugged potential. Prefers not to be too rough

- Has sexual experience but nothing above 5 women and then it wasn’t reoccurring

- Doesn’t have a vice for sex, he loves feeling close to you

- Loves facing you, he loves that intimacy

- He’s quite an intimate guy

- Never wears the mask when you have sex

- If you ask him, he refuses… finds it difficult to open up about work and his experiences

- Closer than anybody else would be able to get, over his dead body

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