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What Do I Tell My Friends Family?

Word count: 5086

Pairing: HUMAN Miles Quaritch x Female NA'VI Reader Tags/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, rare pairing, possibly dark content, smut, adult themes, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, lust, older man x younger woman, under age reader (16), degradation, nsfw, dubious consent, dirty talk, orgasm, orgasm denial, foul language, choking, vaginal fucking

Author's Note: This came to me in a day dream. Listening to this song. Set in the same idea I have for Lie of Providence, where you're able to communicate with the spirit of Quaritch in a Dream. Though it's a bit different there. Won't be included in LoP. Have kept reader's appearance vague in some parts so imagine it as you will.

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You shouldn’t want this. You should not be feeling like this. Oh Great Mother, the shame is near unbearable. Yet you are powerless to stop yourself. You want him, this you know. He is a man. Not like the boys of the clan. Immature, stupid boys who know nothing. No, this is a man. You have no doubt he would treat you the way you deserve. Or perhaps, the ways in which you want to be treated.

It started as a childish crush; a flight of fancy. A silly little thing you were, developing feelings for a man you only see in a shared Dream. You enjoyed watching him flex those oh so strong arms, the expanding of that broad chest with each precious breath. Each movement deliberate, no energy wasted in the fluidity of his being. He was taller than you then.

But time passes and it brings with it changes you weren’t entirely expecting. Becoming taller than him at 17 was a given. You’re almost 7’5” now, and will surely keep growing till you’re at least your mother’s height. What you did not expect however, was the swell of your chest. The women of your tribe you notice, do not have such large breasts. They are small, extenuating their lithe form, the agile body of Huntresses. But here you stand, barely an adult, with tits bigger than your hands. Your hips are noticeably wider too.

As time made you older, so too did it make you bolder. You care not if his gaze meets yours as you shamelessly stare down at him when he trains. You openly watch him do any human ritual, especially when it involves him testing the limits of his physique. And you notice too, how his gaze lingers on you. His eyes travel up and down your form when he thinks you do not notice. You eat up the silent attention. You sure as shit weren’t getting it from the young boys of your tribe.

Sure, mother and father tried their best arranging future mates for you. But every meeting of the family, you seem to be the only one to notice the boys’ upturn sneer. To them, you were always a freak. Proportionally wrong. A half-breed.

Your friends tell you not to worry about it. Boys are stupid anyway and wouldn’t know a good thing even if Eywa herself was prostrated before them. Yet you can’t help the jealously that rips through your very blood when they speak of stolen kisses and secret rendezvous. They do not make tsaheylu, as that is sacred and meant for their future life mate, but that doesn’t stop them exploring their baser desires with equally eager boys. And as the days to weeks to months pass, the frustration of it all builds until you are bursting at the proverbial seams.

And when the dam finally breaks, so too does your rational thinking. You are sick of your feelings being rebuffed by these stupid, immature boys. And you are equally as sick of this bizarre dance you’ve entered with Quaritch. If his soul is going to share Dreams with you, and so blatantly eat you with his gaze, then by Eywa does he owes you some actual attention.

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And so tonight you are going to put your plan into action. You adorn the least amount of beads and thread you possibly can, barely covering your nipples let alone the rest of your chest. You wear a loincloth with a thinner cut fabric in the back, it easily gets eaten into the swell of your ass. You’re sure Quaritch is going to like that, if his roaming eyes are anything to go by. The final touch are some pretty feathers in your hair which you let hang lose and un-braided. You take your ikran and fly somewhere else into the forest; you do not want to be disturbed this night and Eywa forbid your family asks about what you are wearing (or lack thereof).

You find somewhere suitable to lay your head for the night, the flattened top of a nearby tree. Your ikran makes themself comfortable elsewhere, far enough to give you privacy, but close enough to hear you call should you need them.

You sit on your haunches and take a big calming breath. You look up to clear sky. Eywa has blessed tonight with warm breezes and a dazzling display of stars. The forest is alight with bioluminescence and it brings you a sense of comfort. And with that, you lay yourself down and close your eyes.

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The Dreamscape too, it would seem, has taken the shape of Night. As you have hoped, you are immediately in a Human settlement. You think it is perhaps Hell’s Gate, but something is different. You cannot tell, but it feels different. No matter. These are irrelevant details. You are here on a mission.

You let pure instinct guide you into and through a building. You are drawn to him and he to you. Finding him is never difficult. As you traverse the halls, you are thankful you do not have to bend as to not hit the ceiling, though were you fully grown it would probably be a problem. You immediately stop in front of a door. He’s in this room. You take a moment to steel your resolve. You do not want to back out now. Not when you’ve already come this far. You take a deep breath, then press button on the side.

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Quaritch finds it strange. To know oneself is dead. To be a wondering soul, bound to The All Mother. To say he was surprised to learn she was indeed real, would be an unprecedented understatement. Yet she does not speak to him. But he can feel her influence wherever he wonders. Most surprising though, is You.

By Eywa’s grace, the two of you keep sharing Dream spaces. He’s sure you’re not dead though your spirit visits him often. And he’s also sure of one other thing; you must be sweet on him. Never in his waking life, and apparent afterlife, would he have foreseen something like this. A savage girl, the daughter of the traitor Jake Sully, developing a crush on him.

It was cute at first. When you were small. But you’re not a child anymore. And he has, to his disgust and pleasure, taken notice. He thinks of the way you tease him, swaying your hips with purpose when you jog ahead so as to walk in front of him. That damn tail flicking whichever way to draw his attention. When you puff out your chest when you show him how good you’ve become with bow and arrow. Oh yes, he’s sure you’re doing this shit on purpose. And you stare! You openly stare, and when he catches you, you don’t even try to hide it. The audacity of it all.

He’s not even sure if you’re considered an adult by your people’s standards. He never once cared to learn about the filthy natives’ culture. If he remembers correctly, you had mentioned to him last time he saw you that you were 16, coming on 17. You were complaining about some dumb teenage boy in your clan. Something or rather about not finding you attractive. He let you vent your frustrations by manifesting an appropriate sized gun turret in the shared Dreamscape for you.

You mounted the machine without hesitation, and shot at nothing in particular. Your frusted yells drowned out by the loud rhythmic expulsion of bullet rain. And while you had your cute little moment, he watched as your supple body jiggled and bounced oh so wonderfully.

It’s wrong, he knows it. To lust after such a young teenage girl. But you’re not exactly human.  

He rubs the back of his neck frustratedly; doesn’t even notice he’s manifested himself in his old quarters, a place of comfort.

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He tries to clear his mind. Think of something, anything else. But it all comes back to you. Fuck you’re a God damn tease. A succubus sent by Eywa to torture him. God dangling a piece of Eden in front of him, just out of reach.

What he wouldn’t give to bury himself deep into that pretty little cunt of yours, a hand grabbing fistfuls of your hair as you cry out in pain and pleasure. He wants to leave pretty purple bruises up and down your skin. Mementos he hopes you carry out with you into the waking world. He wants every one of those pathetic teenage boys to know who you really belong to. Show them how a real man lays claim to what’s his. Typical savages having no fucking taste. There’s a tent in his pants now, and he’s about to reach in and relieve himself when the sound of the door sliding open catches his attention.

Speak of the Devil and so shall She appear.

When the door opens you stop yourself in the door way. There he is, standing in the centre of the room. He’s wearing that black singlet you love so much; the entirety of his arms are exposed as well as part of that divine broad chest. The giant window ceiling lets in the natural light of the night awash the room in gentle moonlight.

You’re blushing hard, you can feel the heat spread up from your neck and dust your cheeks. There is a gentle heat forming between your legs as you keep staring.

“Well hey there Sweetheart. Now aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes…” Quaritch is the first to break the silence. His eyes start from your face, and slowly he rakes it down to your loin cloth and back up to face; not before lingering on your chest you notice.

“Now you didn’t have to get all dressed up pretty for lil’ old me—or should I say, dressed down?” You smile shily, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “Come closer darlin’, let me get a good look at’cha.” He’s smirks at you mischievously.

You obey without thinking and step into the room to stand before him, the door shuts behind you instantly with a quiet swoosh.

When you’re this close, the height difference is a bit more apparent. His head height is perfectly situated at your breasts.

He hums approvingly, then gestures behind him for you to take a seat on the bed. When you, he standing in front of you, arms crossed on his chest. You bite your lip noticing the bulge of his biceps, your tail flicks excitedly behind you. He chuckles when he notices.

“Now tell me, [Y/N]—” it takes a great deal of willpower to stop the whine threatening to escape your throat when he says your name in that delicious accent. You audibly inhale. “—what exactly is it, that you think you’re doing Sweetheart?”

You decide you to feign ignorance. It is far too embarrassing to simply come out and say it. You want him to say it; want him to be the one to admit it first. He wants you just as much as you want him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Colonel,” you see the slight tense in his arms when you address him by his title; ‘oh he definitely likes that’. You place your hands in your lap, lightly squeezing your breasts together with your arms. You see his eyes shift down to stare at your cleavage, you can feel your nipples teasing through the bare fabric. He licks his teeth and you inwardly shudder at the action.

“Oh ho, I think you do, you little fucking tease. Now what I’m wondering is, does your Dear ol’ Pa know you’re here? Presenting yourself in front of the enemy like that.” Quaritch bends forward so he’s eye level with you. “I wonder how disappointed he’d be right now. Guess his sweet little [Y/N] ain’t so innocent after all, huh?”

“I do not want to talk about my Father right now Quaritch,” you huff at him frustratedly. You don’t want to think about your family right now, that’d be a sure-fire way to kill the mood before it’s even begun.

“Oh? Then, what is is that you want to do, [Y/N]?”

“You know exactly why I’m here Quaritch…” you avert your eyes, too embarrassed to make extended eye contact. You don’t see him lean closer, moving to the side of your head to whisper directly into your ear.

“Come now you’re a big girl [Y/N]. Why don’t you use your big girl words? Be a good girl, and tell the Colonel what it is that you want?” You audibly whimper. He moves to the front of your face again, grabbing your chin in his hand, forcing your face forward.

“Now I’ll ask again—What is it that you want hm? What is your plan here?”

“Eyes on me baby,” your ears perk forward at the new moniker, eyes immediately fixed on him. Oh Great Mother this man is going to break you.  

“I—I—want…”

“SAY IT.”

“You! My plan! You were my p-plan! It is you that I want! Please Colonel!” You all but yell when he commands you. You squeeze your eyes shut, the shame and embarrassment too much after such a declaration.

You hear Quaritch hum approvingly and can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Well, aren’t you just sweet?”

His lips crash onto yours suddenly. Both of his hands are on either side of your head, holding you firmly in place. He doesn’t move at first, testing to see your reaction. When he feels you tilt slightly to one side and gently push up into him, he deepens the kiss. You’re a mess of teeth, saliva and tongue. Hot breath mingling in each other’s mouths. By Eywa does he taste divine. Better than anything you could have possibly imagined. Heat pools at the base of your belly. The tiny flicker of a flame come to life. You stupidly wonder if the boys of your clan are even a fraction as skilled as he.

“I can feel ya thinkin’ about something you shouldn’t be, naughty minx.” He says when he breaks away from you. He pushes your collar bone forcefully enough for you to fall back onto the bed with an oof. You lean up on your elbows to look at him at the foot of the bed, your legs planted firmly on the ground.

He uses his legs to kick apart your legs and stands in the space between.

“Let me clear that pretty little head of yours…”

He leans onto the bed, presses his right thigh firmly against your sex, his hands are on your hips holding you in place. A pleasured gasp escapes you, the sudden unexpected feeling of pleasure sparks from your core through your entire body.

Satisfied that you won’t move, you can feel him move his hands up the expanse of your body, thumbs pressing into you as he traces the stars painting your skin. Upward he travels till he reaches your chest. Your breasts are exposed to the open are, your meagre coverings having fallen wayside when he pushed you back before.

He delicately traces the glowing pattern of one breast, before he gives you a gentle squeeze.

“Hmmm~” you murmur at the feeling, warmth pooling at the precipice of your legs. He grabs you, one in each hand, and starts kneading you firmly. The rough callouses of his palm causing delicious friction upon your nipples. He feels them peak into his hands and squeezes you tighter.

You can’t help but moan. You’ve never been touched like this at all by anyone else. It feels nothing like when you do it yourself. No, this is so much better.

He swings his left leg over you, resting on your side, his right leg presses harder onto your cunt as he leans forward. He kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue into your mouth; immediately seeking you out to fight for dominance. You feel the slick of your cunt coat your loin cloth.

He breaks the kiss to plant kisses on the underside of your jaw. Slowly he starts licking the dots there, tracing down your neck, and he sucks hard on the flesh there, catching the skin between his teeth. At the same time he pinches both your nipples between his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“Fuck!” You exclaim loudly, the pleasure in your body starting to burn. Each nerve is set alight in pleasured brilliance. You body demands more friction, so you rub your greedy clothed pussy up and down his thick muscular thigh, drenching his pants leg in your juices.

“Aww is that all for me? Well ain’t you just a peach,” Quaritch teases you when he feels the wetness upon his leg. He looks down and inspects the darkening hicky on your neck. Satisfied with his work, and continues to leave more on either side of your neck. Not content yet, he starts leaving them along your collar bone. All the while you grace him with the sing-song of your voice, openingly moaning in pleasured ecstasy at his ministrations.

You feel his hands vacate your chest, his leaves a wet trail as he traces his tongue along one swell. He gives your nipple an experimental lick causing you to make the cutest mewl. And when he takes your whole nipple into his mouth and starts sucking like a starving man, you can’t help the profanity that escapes your lips.

You push harder against his leg, enjoying the feeling of his strong muscles rub against your neglected clit. The pleasure from your cunt and tits pool together in your belly. A gentle coil of a promise starting to form. The build up stops suddenly when Quaritch moves his leg from your sacred conjunction. But before you can even complain, you watch as he moves his entire body lower until his face is between your legs.

Your embarrassment is renewed tenfold. You lay your head back and cover your face with both hands; too bashful to watch what’s about to happen. You aren’t completely ignorant, your friends made sure of that, sparing no detail of their escapades.

You obey his command, pushing yourself up on your elbows to stare down at the man poised at your nether region.

Quaritch laughs quietly at your display of embarrassment. He unties your loincloth with ease. When he takes in the sight of you, he cant help but suck in a large breath through clenched teeth. The stars painted on your cunt glow brightly in the moon light, the nectar of your arousal flows freely from your slit. A Waterfall of Eden before him.

“Now that just won’t do Sweetheart. Eyes on me, I wanna see those pretty eyes while I eat this pretty pussy.”

He nods approvingly and lowers himself once more, his eyes never break contact with you.

You inhale sharply when you feel him flatten his tongue against your slick, giving your slit one long slow lick up and over your clit.

Louder and louder you moan, there is no need to keep quiet here; there is only the two of you blanketed in soft moonlight.

He presses his hands into the groves of your hips to hold you down as he gets to work eating you out proper. Up and down he licks between your folds, sucking on your clit finally, in between. He cleans you up good, drinking deep of your honeyed nectar you so graciously give him.

He listens to every keen, mewl and moan. When the pleasure becomes too much you’re on the flat of your back once more, eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Each hard suck on your clit pulls tight the coil in your core, the fire burning brighter with each passing moment.

And just when the tension on your belly threatens to snap in glorious orgasm, suddenly the feeling stops completely. Quaritch having ceased his ministrations.

“Delicious, thank you for the meal.”

You whimper unabashedly, tears threatening your eyes as you look down at him with a confused lidded look.

“So sorry Sweetroll, but the first time your cumming is going to be on my cock; no exceptions.”

You watch with bated breath as he undoes the belt around his waist. Eagerly does he free his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. He’s already so fucking hard as he starts slowly pumping himself. He sees you bite your bottom lip as you drink in the sight of him. You lick your lips eagerly.

He feels himself twitch in his hand at the thought of you on your hands and knees as he throat fucks you till your insides are raw. But he’ll save that for another time. Right now the sweet musk of your cunt is beckoning him, and nothing is going to stop him answering the call.

He gathers some of your nectar to spread up and down his member, before he lines himself up with your entrance.

He looks down at you, eyes meeting yours.

“You ready baby? I don’t think I can be gentle,” you nod in response. He rubs his thick tip up and down your slick, gathering more of your nectar. When he finds our entrance, he slowly pushes in just the tip, gauging your reaction. Your eyes close as pleasure assaults every nerve of your body. You feel your cunt immediately drench, excited at the prospect of being utterly fucked full. He can’t help it, seeing your face like that, hearing you sing like that? His resolve all but shatters. In one fell fluid motion he pushes all of himself in up until the hilt, meeting no resistance.

The suddenness of him, feeling his long hard cock stuff the entirety of your pussy, you can’t help the scream that rips itself from your throat. There is a pleasure you didn’t think possible, but also a dull pain from the sudden stretch. You can feel the hairs of his crotch brush against your clit. He isn’t moving though, waiting for you to adjust to this new feeling.

“[Y/N]…Can I?” He’s trying to ask if he can move in between laboured breath. You nod almost immediately. The dull pain nothing you can’t handle.

“P-please move Quaritch,” you beg and he hums in response. You feel him lift both your legs, holding them up at the knees. He pulls out slowly till the tip, then slams back into you.

“Aaah!” You yell in pleasure at the friction gracing your inner walls. Quaritch takes in one deep breath, and he starts pumping into you with all the force he can muster. He is not gentle. He leans over your body, pushing your legs up and apart, granting easier access to your welcoming cunt.

It’s all too much, all too good. The pleasure is insurmountable. Touching yourself will never bring you pleasure like this. Each time he slams back into you, he crashes against your throbbing clit; lightning sparks through your veins, each nerve ending singing a chorus of pleasure, your body is burning in the flames of desire.  

You feel the coil tightening; the build-up of orgasm approaching far quicker than you anticipated.

“Fuck—fuck you feel so good baby,” Quaritch starts praising you. Despite the size disparity, you are tight, perfect, made just for him.

You can’t answer him with words, the only sounds escaping your swollen lips are sing-song moans. It strokes his ego something deep, to see you like this; folded in half, hair framing your face like a [h/c] halo, your face dusted in deep blush. And oh, the faces you make. You can’t be this cute. It should be illegal. If this was Earth, it would be illegal.

But he’s not on Earth. And you’re not Human. Such delicate sensibilities don’t apply out here 4 light years away. Besides. Eywa presented you before him oh so generously, and it would just be impolite to refuse such a gift.

“Q-Quaritch—I’m—” You can’t seem to get the words out, your orgasm approaching without mercy. He knows it though. The squeezes of your drenched cunt warning him. But he’s not ready for you to cum yet. He’s got one more little thing he wants to do.

“Don’t you dare cum [Y/N], you hear me? That’s an order,” he doesn’t relent his pace, the bastard. You close your eyes tight, trying through sheer force of will not to cum.

“Y-yes Sir,” he all but growls the moment you call him that, and you can’t help but smile cheekily. You feel his pace slow to deliberate thrusts. He doesn’t say anything but you feel his hands remove themselves from your legs and hear him fidget with something. You open your eyes in time to see him brandishing his belt in hand.

“Now hold still darling,” he instructs as he, without question, ties the belt around your neck, wrapping the leather around his left hand in tight coils.

“Do you trust me?” he asks as he smirks down at you. Your hand traces the belt around your neck, and your eyes meet his. You stare deep into those blue pools; he is brimming with lust, desire, and something so much deeper. You can’t explain it, but you trust this man with every fibre of your being.

“Yes…I trust you,” You give him the sweetest smile you can muster, and hold your left hand. He threads the fingers of his right hand through yours.

He picks up his pace, returning once again to that brutal pace before. He thrusts and hard as he can, pounding into your cunt with all the strength he has.

“Yesyesyesyes!” You chant eagerly, feeling your orgasm build up for the third time. Without warning, Quaritch pulls on the belt. It tightens around your neck, cutting off your oxygen.

Your eyes widen in sudden panick, reasling you can barely draw in any air. And that feeling, the leather as it bites into the skin of your neck, the tightness in your chest at the lack of air, it is delicious. Your cunt squeezes unabashedly around Quaritch and he huffs with a smirk.

He lets go of your hand then, you bring it up to your throat, grabbing the belt to try and relieve some of the tension.

“No you fucking don’t—!” Quaritch pulls tighter, and with his now free hand, grabs a hold of your tail—and pulls.

Your shut your eyes at the pleasure, tears falling freely down your face. Drool seeps from the corner of your mouth hanging open. No sound escapes your parted lips.

“Such a good girl, you take my cock so well [Y/N]! No one will ever fuck you like I do! Don’t you ever forget that, you God damn hear me?”

You are unable to form any words, the only sound you can muster is a strained moan. Good enough for him.

“That’s it baby—FUCK—Take it all of me like the slut that you are. Throwing yourself at those boys, knowing full well you belong to ME!”

That does it.

The coil in your belly snaps violently, your pussy grabbing his cock in a tight vice as your orgasm wracks your body in glorious ecstasy. You ride the high for all you’re worth. The only sound your able to make is a quiet choke as you struggle to breath, eyes rolling back into your head.

Black spots appear along your vision from the lack of air. But you don’t care, your cunt is still cumming and hard, gushing relentlessly, bathing Quaritch in your heavenly nectar.

You feel his thrusts falter as you continue to squeeze him without mercy. And after a few final pumps, he cums with a load growl. He’s coating your slick walls in his hot seed. He pumps a few more times into you weakly, his hold on the be belt slackens, rewarding you with glorious air once more. You gasp greedily, taking in long slow breathes.

You lay there for a time. Drenched in all manner of bodily fluids. The smell of sex permeates your senses, and you blush, embarrassed suddenly by the activities. You feel Quaritch slowly pull his softened cock from you, the feeling of his cum slowly seeping from your slit giving you a dull pleasure.

Your hole feels utterly abused, but the pain throbs pleasurably, you find you don’t mind the feeling. You feel Quaritch untie and remove the belt from your neck. He hums approvingly at the bruise left in its wake and plants a kiss to your sensitive skin.

He moves up over your jaw to your lips, planting soft kisses along the way.

He kisses you deeply, you can taste yourself on his lips and it almost reignites the fire within you.

When he finally pulls away from the kiss, he’s staring down at you. There is something unreadable in his expression. He opens his mouth to speak. But when you blink, he’s gone.

The room is gone.

Instead, your eyes are greeted with the blinding light of morning; your senses suddenly assaulted with the burgeoning life of the day.

You sit up and immediately notice your clit is sensitive. You smile to yourself; your body must have cum while you dreamt. You stand and stretch, feeling utterly refreshed. You feel a bit bad leaving so suddenly, but that was out of your control. You’ll be sure to apologise in the next Dream.

You call for your ikran, and make the short journey back home. You are trying very hard to remember to wipe the stupid grin from your face. You make your way back to the family nest in the trees, grabbing the extra garments you hid near where you leave your ikran.

Everyone in your family is awake already. You can hear the sound of idle chatter and the smell of breakfast hits your nose. Good, you are practically starving. You don’t bother trying to be quiet as you make your way up. Just as you pull yourself up and onto the platform, it is your brother Lo’ak who addresses you first.

“Ahhh look who finally decided….to…” his voice trails off when he looks up to you.

“What the—WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR NECK?!” Kiri yells as she immediately stands up and rushes over to you, cold hands immediately on you, turning you this way and that.

Your neck?

Oh.

OH!

Oh no…

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading!!! Hope it was to your liking! Apologies for any mistakes. It's 1am and I have working in the morning lmao TwT

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What Do I Tell My Friends Family?

Word count: 5086

Pairing: HUMAN Miles Quaritch x Female NA'VI Reader Tags/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, rare pairing, possibly dark content, smut, adult themes, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, lust, older man x younger woman, under age reader (16), degradation, nsfw, dubious consent, dirty talk, orgasm, orgasm denial, foul language, choking, vaginal fucking

Author's Note: This came to me in a day dream. Listening to this song. Set in the same idea I have for Lie of Providence, where you're able to communicate with the spirit of Quaritch in a Dream. Though it's a bit different there. Won't be included in LoP. Have kept reader's appearance vague in some parts so imagine it as you will.

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*by clicking keep reading you understood the contents there within*

You shouldn’t want this. You should not be feeling like this. Oh Great Mother, the shame is near unbearable. Yet you are powerless to stop yourself. You want him, this you know. He is a man. Not like the boys of the clan. Immature, stupid boys who know nothing. No, this is a man. You have no doubt he would treat you the way you deserve. Or perhaps, the ways in which you want to be treated.

It started as a childish crush; a flight of fancy. A silly little thing you were, developing feelings for a man you only see in a shared Dream. You enjoyed watching him flex those oh so strong arms, the expanding of that broad chest with each precious breath. Each movement deliberate, no energy wasted in the fluidity of his being. He was taller than you then.

But time passes and it brings with it changes you weren’t entirely expecting. Becoming taller than him at 17 was a given. You’re almost 7’5” now, and will surely keep growing till you’re at least your mother’s height. What you did not expect however, was the swell of your chest. The women of your tribe you notice, do not have such large breasts. They are small, extenuating their lithe form, the agile body of Huntresses. But here you stand, barely an adult, with tits bigger than your hands. Your hips are noticeably wider too.

As time made you older, so too did it make you bolder. You care not if his gaze meets yours as you shamelessly stare down at him when he trains. You openly watch him do any human ritual, especially when it involves him testing the limits of his physique. And you notice too, how his gaze lingers on you. His eyes travel up and down your form when he thinks you do not notice. You eat up the silent attention. You sure as shit weren’t getting it from the young boys of your tribe.

Sure, mother and father tried their best arranging future mates for you. But every meeting of the family, you seem to be the only one to notice the boys’ upturn sneer. To them, you were always a freak. Proportionally wrong. A half-breed.

Your friends tell you not to worry about it. Boys are stupid anyway and wouldn’t know a good thing even if Eywa herself was prostrated before them. Yet you can’t help the jealously that rips through your very blood when they speak of stolen kisses and secret rendezvous. They do not make tsaheylu, as that is sacred and meant for their future life mate, but that doesn’t stop them exploring their baser desires with equally eager boys. And as the days to weeks to months pass, the frustration of it all builds until you are bursting at the proverbial seams.

And when the dam finally breaks, so too does your rational thinking. You are sick of your feelings being rebuffed by these stupid, immature boys. And you are equally as sick of this bizarre dance you’ve entered with Quaritch. If his soul is going to share Dreams with you, and so blatantly eat you with his gaze, then by Eywa does he owes you some actual attention.

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And so tonight you are going to put your plan into action. You adorn the least amount of beads and thread you possibly can, barely covering your nipples let alone the rest of your chest. You wear a loincloth with a thinner cut fabric in the back, it easily gets eaten into the swell of your ass. You’re sure Quaritch is going to like that, if his roaming eyes are anything to go by. The final touch are some pretty feathers in your hair which you let hang lose and un-braided. You take your ikran and fly somewhere else into the forest; you do not want to be disturbed this night and Eywa forbid your family asks about what you are wearing (or lack thereof).

You find somewhere suitable to lay your head for the night, the flattened top of a nearby tree. Your ikran makes themself comfortable elsewhere, far enough to give you privacy, but close enough to hear you call should you need them.

You sit on your haunches and take a big calming breath. You look up to clear sky. Eywa has blessed tonight with warm breezes and a dazzling display of stars. The forest is alight with bioluminescence and it brings you a sense of comfort. And with that, you lay yourself down and close your eyes.

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The Dreamscape too, it would seem, has taken the shape of Night. As you have hoped, you are immediately in a Human settlement. You think it is perhaps Hell’s Gate, but something is different. You cannot tell, but it feels different. No matter. These are irrelevant details. You are here on a mission.

You let pure instinct guide you into and through a building. You are drawn to him and he to you. Finding him is never difficult. As you traverse the halls, you are thankful you do not have to bend as to not hit the ceiling, though were you fully grown it would probably be a problem. You immediately stop in front of a door. He’s in this room. You take a moment to steel your resolve. You do not want to back out now. Not when you’ve already come this far. You take a deep breath, then press button on the side.

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Quaritch finds it strange. To know oneself is dead. To be a wondering soul, bound to The All Mother. To say he was surprised to learn she was indeed real, would be an unprecedented understatement. Yet she does not speak to him. But he can feel her influence wherever he wonders. Most surprising though, is You.

By Eywa’s grace, the two of you keep sharing Dream spaces. He’s sure you’re not dead though your spirit visits him often. And he’s also sure of one other thing; you must be sweet on him. Never in his waking life, and apparent afterlife, would he have foreseen something like this. A savage girl, the daughter of the traitor Jake Sully, developing a crush on him.

It was cute at first. When you were small. But you’re not a child anymore. And he has, to his disgust and pleasure, taken notice. He thinks of the way you tease him, swaying your hips with purpose when you jog ahead so as to walk in front of him. That damn tail flicking whichever way to draw his attention. When you puff out your chest when you show him how good you’ve become with bow and arrow. Oh yes, he’s sure you’re doing this shit on purpose. And you stare! You openly stare, and when he catches you, you don’t even try to hide it. The audacity of it all.

He’s not even sure if you’re considered an adult by your people’s standards. He never once cared to learn about the filthy natives’ culture. If he remembers correctly, you had mentioned to him last time he saw you that you were 16, coming on 17. You were complaining about some dumb teenage boy in your clan. Something or rather about not finding you attractive. He let you vent your frustrations by manifesting an appropriate sized gun turret in the shared Dreamscape for you.

You mounted the machine without hesitation, and shot at nothing in particular. Your frusted yells drowned out by the loud rhythmic expulsion of bullet rain. And while you had your cute little moment, he watched as your supple body jiggled and bounced oh so wonderfully.

It’s wrong, he knows it. To lust after such a young teenage girl. But you’re not exactly human.  

He rubs the back of his neck frustratedly; doesn’t even notice he’s manifested himself in his old quarters, a place of comfort.

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He tries to clear his mind. Think of something, anything else. But it all comes back to you. Fuck you’re a God damn tease. A succubus sent by Eywa to torture him. God dangling a piece of Eden in front of him, just out of reach.

What he wouldn’t give to bury himself deep into that pretty little cunt of yours, a hand grabbing fistfuls of your hair as you cry out in pain and pleasure. He wants to leave pretty purple bruises up and down your skin. Mementos he hopes you carry out with you into the waking world. He wants every one of those pathetic teenage boys to know who you really belong to. Show them how a real man lays claim to what’s his. Typical savages having no fucking taste. There’s a tent in his pants now, and he’s about to reach in and relieve himself when the sound of the door sliding open catches his attention.

Speak of the Devil and so shall She appear.

When the door opens you stop yourself in the door way. There he is, standing in the centre of the room. He’s wearing that black singlet you love so much; the entirety of his arms are exposed as well as part of that divine broad chest. The giant window ceiling lets in the natural light of the night awash the room in gentle moonlight.

You’re blushing hard, you can feel the heat spread up from your neck and dust your cheeks. There is a gentle heat forming between your legs as you keep staring.

“Well hey there Sweetheart. Now aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes…” Quaritch is the first to break the silence. His eyes start from your face, and slowly he rakes it down to your loin cloth and back up to face; not before lingering on your chest you notice.

“Now you didn’t have to get all dressed up pretty for lil’ old me—or should I say, dressed down?” You smile shily, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “Come closer darlin’, let me get a good look at’cha.” He’s smirks at you mischievously.

You obey without thinking and step into the room to stand before him, the door shuts behind you instantly with a quiet swoosh.

When you’re this close, the height difference is a bit more apparent. His head height is perfectly situated at your breasts.

He hums approvingly, then gestures behind him for you to take a seat on the bed. When you, he standing in front of you, arms crossed on his chest. You bite your lip noticing the bulge of his biceps, your tail flicks excitedly behind you. He chuckles when he notices.

“Now tell me, [Y/N]—” it takes a great deal of willpower to stop the whine threatening to escape your throat when he says your name in that delicious accent. You audibly inhale. “—what exactly is it, that you think you’re doing Sweetheart?”

You decide you to feign ignorance. It is far too embarrassing to simply come out and say it. You want him to say it; want him to be the one to admit it first. He wants you just as much as you want him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Colonel,” you see the slight tense in his arms when you address him by his title; ‘oh he definitely likes that’. You place your hands in your lap, lightly squeezing your breasts together with your arms. You see his eyes shift down to stare at your cleavage, you can feel your nipples teasing through the bare fabric. He licks his teeth and you inwardly shudder at the action.

“Oh ho, I think you do, you little fucking tease. Now what I’m wondering is, does your Dear ol’ Pa know you’re here? Presenting yourself in front of the enemy like that.” Quaritch bends forward so he’s eye level with you. “I wonder how disappointed he’d be right now. Guess his sweet little [Y/N] ain’t so innocent after all, huh?”

“I do not want to talk about my Father right now Quaritch,” you huff at him frustratedly. You don’t want to think about your family right now, that’d be a sure-fire way to kill the mood before it’s even begun.

“Oh? Then, what is is that you want to do, [Y/N]?”

“You know exactly why I’m here Quaritch…” you avert your eyes, too embarrassed to make extended eye contact. You don’t see him lean closer, moving to the side of your head to whisper directly into your ear.

“Come now you’re a big girl [Y/N]. Why don’t you use your big girl words? Be a good girl, and tell the Colonel what it is that you want?” You audibly whimper. He moves to the front of your face again, grabbing your chin in his hand, forcing your face forward.

“Now I’ll ask again—What is it that you want hm? What is your plan here?”

“Eyes on me baby,” your ears perk forward at the new moniker, eyes immediately fixed on him. Oh Great Mother this man is going to break you.  

“I—I—want…”

“SAY IT.”

“You! My plan! You were my p-plan! It is you that I want! Please Colonel!” You all but yell when he commands you. You squeeze your eyes shut, the shame and embarrassment too much after such a declaration.

You hear Quaritch hum approvingly and can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Well, aren’t you just sweet?”

His lips crash onto yours suddenly. Both of his hands are on either side of your head, holding you firmly in place. He doesn’t move at first, testing to see your reaction. When he feels you tilt slightly to one side and gently push up into him, he deepens the kiss. You’re a mess of teeth, saliva and tongue. Hot breath mingling in each other’s mouths. By Eywa does he taste divine. Better than anything you could have possibly imagined. Heat pools at the base of your belly. The tiny flicker of a flame come to life. You stupidly wonder if the boys of your clan are even a fraction as skilled as he.

“I can feel ya thinkin’ about something you shouldn’t be, naughty minx.” He says when he breaks away from you. He pushes your collar bone forcefully enough for you to fall back onto the bed with an oof. You lean up on your elbows to look at him at the foot of the bed, your legs planted firmly on the ground.

He uses his legs to kick apart your legs and stands in the space between.

“Let me clear that pretty little head of yours…”

He leans onto the bed, presses his right thigh firmly against your sex, his hands are on your hips holding you in place. A pleasured gasp escapes you, the sudden unexpected feeling of pleasure sparks from your core through your entire body.

Satisfied that you won’t move, you can feel him move his hands up the expanse of your body, thumbs pressing into you as he traces the stars painting your skin. Upward he travels till he reaches your chest. Your breasts are exposed to the open are, your meagre coverings having fallen wayside when he pushed you back before.

He delicately traces the glowing pattern of one breast, before he gives you a gentle squeeze.

“Hmmm~” you murmur at the feeling, warmth pooling at the precipice of your legs. He grabs you, one in each hand, and starts kneading you firmly. The rough callouses of his palm causing delicious friction upon your nipples. He feels them peak into his hands and squeezes you tighter.

You can’t help but moan. You’ve never been touched like this at all by anyone else. It feels nothing like when you do it yourself. No, this is so much better.

He swings his left leg over you, resting on your side, his right leg presses harder onto your cunt as he leans forward. He kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue into your mouth; immediately seeking you out to fight for dominance. You feel the slick of your cunt coat your loin cloth.

He breaks the kiss to plant kisses on the underside of your jaw. Slowly he starts licking the dots there, tracing down your neck, and he sucks hard on the flesh there, catching the skin between his teeth. At the same time he pinches both your nipples between his forefinger and thumb roughly.

“Fuck!” You exclaim loudly, the pleasure in your body starting to burn. Each nerve is set alight in pleasured brilliance. You body demands more friction, so you rub your greedy clothed pussy up and down his thick muscular thigh, drenching his pants leg in your juices.

“Aww is that all for me? Well ain’t you just a peach,” Quaritch teases you when he feels the wetness upon his leg. He looks down and inspects the darkening hicky on your neck. Satisfied with his work, and continues to leave more on either side of your neck. Not content yet, he starts leaving them along your collar bone. All the while you grace him with the sing-song of your voice, openingly moaning in pleasured ecstasy at his ministrations.

You feel his hands vacate your chest, his leaves a wet trail as he traces his tongue along one swell. He gives your nipple an experimental lick causing you to make the cutest mewl. And when he takes your whole nipple into his mouth and starts sucking like a starving man, you can’t help the profanity that escapes your lips.

You push harder against his leg, enjoying the feeling of his strong muscles rub against your neglected clit. The pleasure from your cunt and tits pool together in your belly. A gentle coil of a promise starting to form. The build up stops suddenly when Quaritch moves his leg from your sacred conjunction. But before you can even complain, you watch as he moves his entire body lower until his face is between your legs.

Your embarrassment is renewed tenfold. You lay your head back and cover your face with both hands; too bashful to watch what’s about to happen. You aren’t completely ignorant, your friends made sure of that, sparing no detail of their escapades.

You obey his command, pushing yourself up on your elbows to stare down at the man poised at your nether region.

Quaritch laughs quietly at your display of embarrassment. He unties your loincloth with ease. When he takes in the sight of you, he cant help but suck in a large breath through clenched teeth. The stars painted on your cunt glow brightly in the moon light, the nectar of your arousal flows freely from your slit. A Waterfall of Eden before him.

“Now that just won’t do Sweetheart. Eyes on me, I wanna see those pretty eyes while I eat this pretty pussy.”

He nods approvingly and lowers himself once more, his eyes never break contact with you.

You inhale sharply when you feel him flatten his tongue against your slick, giving your slit one long slow lick up and over your clit.

Louder and louder you moan, there is no need to keep quiet here; there is only the two of you blanketed in soft moonlight.

He presses his hands into the groves of your hips to hold you down as he gets to work eating you out proper. Up and down he licks between your folds, sucking on your clit finally, in between. He cleans you up good, drinking deep of your honeyed nectar you so graciously give him.

He listens to every keen, mewl and moan. When the pleasure becomes too much you’re on the flat of your back once more, eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Each hard suck on your clit pulls tight the coil in your core, the fire burning brighter with each passing moment.

And just when the tension on your belly threatens to snap in glorious orgasm, suddenly the feeling stops completely. Quaritch having ceased his ministrations.

“Delicious, thank you for the meal.”

You whimper unabashedly, tears threatening your eyes as you look down at him with a confused lidded look.

“So sorry Sweetroll, but the first time your cumming is going to be on my cock; no exceptions.”

You watch with bated breath as he undoes the belt around his waist. Eagerly does he free his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. He’s already so fucking hard as he starts slowly pumping himself. He sees you bite your bottom lip as you drink in the sight of him. You lick your lips eagerly.

He feels himself twitch in his hand at the thought of you on your hands and knees as he throat fucks you till your insides are raw. But he’ll save that for another time. Right now the sweet musk of your cunt is beckoning him, and nothing is going to stop him answering the call.

He gathers some of your nectar to spread up and down his member, before he lines himself up with your entrance.

He looks down at you, eyes meeting yours.

“You ready baby? I don’t think I can be gentle,” you nod in response. He rubs his thick tip up and down your slick, gathering more of your nectar. When he finds our entrance, he slowly pushes in just the tip, gauging your reaction. Your eyes close as pleasure assaults every nerve of your body. You feel your cunt immediately drench, excited at the prospect of being utterly fucked full. He can’t help it, seeing your face like that, hearing you sing like that? His resolve all but shatters. In one fell fluid motion he pushes all of himself in up until the hilt, meeting no resistance.

The suddenness of him, feeling his long hard cock stuff the entirety of your pussy, you can’t help the scream that rips itself from your throat. There is a pleasure you didn’t think possible, but also a dull pain from the sudden stretch. You can feel the hairs of his crotch brush against your clit. He isn’t moving though, waiting for you to adjust to this new feeling.

“[Y/N]…Can I?” He’s trying to ask if he can move in between laboured breath. You nod almost immediately. The dull pain nothing you can’t handle.

“P-please move Quaritch,” you beg and he hums in response. You feel him lift both your legs, holding them up at the knees. He pulls out slowly till the tip, then slams back into you.

“Aaah!” You yell in pleasure at the friction gracing your inner walls. Quaritch takes in one deep breath, and he starts pumping into you with all the force he can muster. He is not gentle. He leans over your body, pushing your legs up and apart, granting easier access to your welcoming cunt.

It’s all too much, all too good. The pleasure is insurmountable. Touching yourself will never bring you pleasure like this. Each time he slams back into you, he crashes against your throbbing clit; lightning sparks through your veins, each nerve ending singing a chorus of pleasure, your body is burning in the flames of desire.  

You feel the coil tightening; the build-up of orgasm approaching far quicker than you anticipated.

“Fuck—fuck you feel so good baby,” Quaritch starts praising you. Despite the size disparity, you are tight, perfect, made just for him.

You can’t answer him with words, the only sounds escaping your swollen lips are sing-song moans. It strokes his ego something deep, to see you like this; folded in half, hair framing your face like a [h/c] halo, your face dusted in deep blush. And oh, the faces you make. You can’t be this cute. It should be illegal. If this was Earth, it would be illegal.

But he’s not on Earth. And you’re not Human. Such delicate sensibilities don’t apply out here 4 light years away. Besides. Eywa presented you before him oh so generously, and it would just be impolite to refuse such a gift.

“Q-Quaritch—I’m—” You can’t seem to get the words out, your orgasm approaching without mercy. He knows it though. The squeezes of your drenched cunt warning him. But he’s not ready for you to cum yet. He’s got one more little thing he wants to do.

“Don’t you dare cum [Y/N], you hear me? That’s an order,” he doesn’t relent his pace, the bastard. You close your eyes tight, trying through sheer force of will not to cum.

“Y-yes Sir,” he all but growls the moment you call him that, and you can’t help but smile cheekily. You feel his pace slow to deliberate thrusts. He doesn’t say anything but you feel his hands remove themselves from your legs and hear him fidget with something. You open your eyes in time to see him brandishing his belt in hand.

“Now hold still darling,” he instructs as he, without question, ties the belt around your neck, wrapping the leather around his left hand in tight coils.

“Do you trust me?” he asks as he smirks down at you. Your hand traces the belt around your neck, and your eyes meet his. You stare deep into those blue pools; he is brimming with lust, desire, and something so much deeper. You can’t explain it, but you trust this man with every fibre of your being.

“Yes…I trust you,” You give him the sweetest smile you can muster, and hold your left hand. He threads the fingers of his right hand through yours.

He picks up his pace, returning once again to that brutal pace before. He thrusts and hard as he can, pounding into your cunt with all the strength he has.

“Yesyesyesyes!” You chant eagerly, feeling your orgasm build up for the third time. Without warning, Quaritch pulls on the belt. It tightens around your neck, cutting off your oxygen.

Your eyes widen in sudden panick, reasling you can barely draw in any air. And that feeling, the leather as it bites into the skin of your neck, the tightness in your chest at the lack of air, it is delicious. Your cunt squeezes unabashedly around Quaritch and he huffs with a smirk.

He lets go of your hand then, you bring it up to your throat, grabbing the belt to try and relieve some of the tension.

“No you fucking don’t—!” Quaritch pulls tighter, and with his now free hand, grabs a hold of your tail—and pulls.

Your shut your eyes at the pleasure, tears falling freely down your face. Drool seeps from the corner of your mouth hanging open. No sound escapes your parted lips.

“Such a good girl, you take my cock so well [Y/N]! No one will ever fuck you like I do! Don’t you ever forget that, you God damn hear me?”

You are unable to form any words, the only sound you can muster is a strained moan. Good enough for him.

“That’s it baby—FUCK—Take it all of me like the slut that you are. Throwing yourself at those boys, knowing full well you belong to ME!”

That does it.

The coil in your belly snaps violently, your pussy grabbing his cock in a tight vice as your orgasm wracks your body in glorious ecstasy. You ride the high for all you’re worth. The only sound your able to make is a quiet choke as you struggle to breath, eyes rolling back into your head.

Black spots appear along your vision from the lack of air. But you don’t care, your cunt is still cumming and hard, gushing relentlessly, bathing Quaritch in your heavenly nectar.

You feel his thrusts falter as you continue to squeeze him without mercy. And after a few final pumps, he cums with a load growl. He’s coating your slick walls in his hot seed. He pumps a few more times into you weakly, his hold on the be belt slackens, rewarding you with glorious air once more. You gasp greedily, taking in long slow breathes.

You lay there for a time. Drenched in all manner of bodily fluids. The smell of sex permeates your senses, and you blush, embarrassed suddenly by the activities. You feel Quaritch slowly pull his softened cock from you, the feeling of his cum slowly seeping from your slit giving you a dull pleasure.

Your hole feels utterly abused, but the pain throbs pleasurably, you find you don’t mind the feeling. You feel Quaritch untie and remove the belt from your neck. He hums approvingly at the bruise left in its wake and plants a kiss to your sensitive skin.

He moves up over your jaw to your lips, planting soft kisses along the way.

He kisses you deeply, you can taste yourself on his lips and it almost reignites the fire within you.

When he finally pulls away from the kiss, he’s staring down at you. There is something unreadable in his expression. He opens his mouth to speak. But when you blink, he’s gone.

The room is gone.

Instead, your eyes are greeted with the blinding light of morning; your senses suddenly assaulted with the burgeoning life of the day.

You sit up and immediately notice your clit is sensitive. You smile to yourself; your body must have cum while you dreamt. You stand and stretch, feeling utterly refreshed. You feel a bit bad leaving so suddenly, but that was out of your control. You’ll be sure to apologise in the next Dream.

You call for your ikran, and make the short journey back home. You are trying very hard to remember to wipe the stupid grin from your face. You make your way back to the family nest in the trees, grabbing the extra garments you hid near where you leave your ikran.

Everyone in your family is awake already. You can hear the sound of idle chatter and the smell of breakfast hits your nose. Good, you are practically starving. You don’t bother trying to be quiet as you make your way up. Just as you pull yourself up and onto the platform, it is your brother Lo’ak who addresses you first.

“Ahhh look who finally decided….to…” his voice trails off when he looks up to you.

“What the—WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR NECK?!” Kiri yells as she immediately stands up and rushes over to you, cold hands immediately on you, turning you this way and that.

Your neck?

Oh.

OH!

Oh no…

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading!!! Hope it was to your liking! Apologies for any mistakes. It's 1am and I have working in the morning lmao TwT

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I ship the hell out of this!

shut up and grill:

nat: oh man, of course the sheriff reverts to bachelorhood as soon as stiles leaves the nest

gyzym: LITERALLY THE MINUTE HE LEFT

nat: YESSS ALL THE HUNGRY MAN MICROWAVE MEALS I CAN EAT

gyzym: I CAN LEAVE BEER CANS EVERYWHERE!!!!!!

gyzym: EVERYWHERE DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!

nat: I CAN LEAVE FISHING TACKLE OUT AND STILES WILL NOT STAB HIMSELF ON THE HOOKS

nat: TRULY THIS IS A PARADISE

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Ethan liked to draw invisible patterns on Danny's chest after they'd had sex. Mostly because Danny's skin was the smoothest thing Ethan had ever felt but also partly because it was one of those times where he was allowed to just feel and smell and hear Danny without it seeming weird.

You could only sniff your boyfriend's (oh God, Danny was his boyfriend!) neck so many times before he started to take notice. 

And Danny was smart, sharp-like smart. Like, he noticed things. And Ethan really liked that and kinda wanted to impress Danny, especially by being cool and not douchey, but still not dorky. Which was sort of hard because Danny made his heart beat really fast. Aiden thought it was hilarious and was an asshole because he was so not un-cool with his relationship-thing with Lydia Martin.

And really, Ethan could not understand why she would give his brother the time of day when she knew why he approached her in the beginning. Ethan himself prayed at night that Danny would never find out why he came onto him. 

Ethan wasn't the aggrssive type with the flirting and such, he had only flirted so obviously because Deucalion had ordered him to and then Danny had been amazing and flattered which was ridiculous and Ethan was drawn in and caught. 

Danny was his own personal circle of Mountain Ash.

He probably sort of loved him even, which he was NOT ready to tell but maybe sort of ready to feel. 

"You don't have to tell me if you don't feel like it," Danny said. It seemed pretty all of a sudden-like to Ethan; he could hear Danny's heart still beating calmly and when he met Danny's gaze it was warm, fond. 

Patient.

"Don't have to tell you what?" he asked cautiously, because you can never know.

Danny smiled and ran his hand over Ethan's short hair. 

"I don't know what it is either - that thing you worry about all the time you go all modern Heathcliff on me?" Ethan frowned. "You know what I mean - all distant and darkly brooding. And you don't have to tell me. I trust you to tell me when I need to know."

Ethan leaned up and pressed a hard kiss to Danny's smling lips. 

"I think you might be too good for me," he confessed and buried his face in Danny's neck, breathing in discreetly. Danny smelled like warmth and sex and safety.

"Not possible," Danny said above him and Ethan smiled shyly. "I like you a lot, so just... When you're ready?"

"Yeah," Ethan mumbled before tilting back his head and smiling brightly at the amazing boy in his bed. "Yeah, okay."

Escape in Paris

Flufftober; Lost pet meet cute

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Newt Scamander | WC: 4.167 | Tags: time travel, first meetings, fantastic beast canon divergence, flufftober day 1

Summary: Remus is on a mission in Paris. To find an Obscurial that a surprisingly large amount of people were interested in. Including Gellert Grindelwald of all people. As if fighting Voldemort wasn’t enough, he now had to deal with Grindelwald as well.

When in Paris, he stumbles across a Kappa. A Japanese water demon that should not be roaming its streets. Just when he is about to ensure the Kappas safety, he all but walks into a handsome stranger. One who seems to know what he’s doing when it comes to creatures. The unexpected meeting has piqued his interest.

A/N: I know this is a very weird pairing. But this one-shot is part of a bigger fic that I have yet to write. I'm commited to finishing my other ongoing fics first. However I love this idea so much I had to write something. Which basically means; Remus joining the cast of Fantastic Beasts and where to find them. And me rewriting most of those movies (besides the first) because I was annoyed at all the lost opportunities.

(You can also read it on AO3 if you prefer!)

Remus straightened his coat as he arrived in a changing room of a small clothing store. He'd been warned about it, yet it was a bit strange. When he'd been travelling around in his twenties, it wasn't trough official port key. Apparently, there were official ways for visiting other countries. And this shop was one of them. He left the changing room and couldn't help but glance around. It was still a bit strange to walk around in 1927, let alone in a different country.

Though there was one thing he'd noticed. While the muggle world had changed drastically between the nineteen twenties and ninety-nineties, the wizarding world hadn't. Sure, there were a few things different. His band shirts were definitely a no go, even those from magical bands. But it had been easier to fit in then he thought. It was still suits, dress shirts and robes. With a little smile he nodded at the tailor before walking towards the back door of the shop. There stood a statue. It looked like a dancing girl with flowers in her hair. But he knew that to look for. The wand in the holster. The animal that looked like a dodo but was a diricawl. The plants that looked like simple bushes but were Mallowsweet. He touched the hand of the statue and he heard, more than saw, the wall change. Carefully he moved towards it and entered the Wizarding part of Paris.

It surprised him, strolling through the streets, how much wizarding Paris looked like muggle Paris. Though looking back at history, maybe it wasn’t. Paris was an old city. And he wouldn’t be surprised if Wizards already lived here before the statute of secrecy. Which meant that Wizarding Paris and Central Paris was very much alike. Especially, he realised, since World War two hadn’t happened yet. Which was one of the strangest realisations he’d had since travelling to the past.

He passed by clothes and potions shops. A little café of sorts. One that was selling ingredients and stalling them in a way that made him quickly turn the other way. The chatter of wizards and witches around him soothed him. If he wasn’t on a mission it would’ve felt like a great vacation. Unfortunately, he wasn’t on vacation and he did have someone or well, something, to track down.

 He wasn't sure what he was looking for exactly. As usual, Albus his description had been very vague. He should've been used to it by now given how long he was part of the Order. Though this time it was also his own curiosity that got the better of him. Besides, for now, he was without clear plan or direction. So, when Albus had come to him with talks about an obscurial, he'd been curious. Even more so when he realised Grindelwald was involved as well. looking for the same obscurial. It was also clear that he wasn't the only one Albus send this way. The man is brilliant in nudging and dropping hints in such a way, people sprung into action. But in this case their goals aligned.

He wanted to know more about Grindelwald. For some reason Albus wanted him here as well. And the other person Albus send this way. It was curious, being in the middle of history. He knew about the huge battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Knew Dumbledore won and Grindelwald was locked up for the rest of his life in Nurmengard, if he remembered correctly. But if he were to be honest, he didn't know much else. Most of his life the treat and fear had been about Voldemort. Not much of Grindelwald was talked about. Maybe it would've been better had they learned from past mistakes. Which wasn't something the wizarding world in general was good at. Well, he would figure it out as he went.

It was clear something had happened rather recently. As Remus walked across a little square, damages were visible. Though the wizards and witches seemed hardly bothered by it. Some were waving their wands around fixing debris. Others were hexing the brooms to swipe the streets. He could just make out some burn marks on the street. The next thing he did notice during his stroll worried him. There was a very obvious trace of water. Which shouldn't be there, given the temperature and sun that was out. He'd seen it before. When he'd looked after one of the creatures during his teachings in 1993. The creature had been part of the obstacle course and had once attempted to escape its habitat. He was pretty certain most people didn't recognise it or knew what to do if they encountered one. Besides from his students, who’s parents weren’t even born yet. Which was another, very strange realisation.

He quickly dashed into a little shop that sold beasts to get a cucumber before trailing the puddles of water. He turned a corner and noticed a few things. First, there was a little fountain. It was only filled with water, for now. Close by was the creature he'd expected to find. A Kappa. However, those things weren’t what surprised him. Those things he'd expected to be there. He was, however, a bit surprised by the fact there was another person there. They were standing with their back towards Remus. Most that he could see was a long blue-greyish coat, brown curly hair and a rather big, brown suitcase that was carried. Most of all, the stranger was dangerously close to the Kappa. Which could mean trouble.

"Careful there," he said, loud enough to be heard but hopefully not loud enough to scare the stranger. The stranger straightened and turned to him. Remus couldn't help but to notice the beauty of the man. It had been a while since such a thought had crossed his mind. But he couldn't help it. He also noticed that the other wasn't looking at him. He groaned and rubbed his face for a second. He was in France. The French generally refused to speak English, whether they were capable of it or not. He learned a bit of the language. But only the very, very basics. Not enough to explain that a Kappa was dangerous.

"Bloody hell, I don't even know what the word danger is in French," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He should've thought about this before going to France. How was he going to communicate? Ask questions? Get himself understood?

"It's... It's fine. I don't speak French either," came the, very British sounding, reply.

"Oh," he commented a bit stupidly. He hadn't expected that. "Well, that makes it easier. Careful with that. It's a- "

"Kappa, I know." Once again Remus was surprised by the response. He hadn't expected anyone to know. Which also changed his perspective off the situation. What was the man doing exactly? Especially with a case like that? He looked around with a bit more suspicion. Sure, Kappa's weren't friendly creatures. But he wasn't going to let someone traffic it.

"Alright. And what are your plans with it? Is it yours?" he questioned. He still had no clue what had happened out there. Or why there was even a Kappa in the middle of Paris. It was not the place for such creature to be.

"No, it isn't mine. I saw its signs and was worried why it was out here and not in the water," the stranger replied. His way of speaking was a bit odd. More as if he was explaining things to himself, words coming quickly, his sentences losing strength at the end. Yet he seemed certain of what he was saying. Even though he looked a bit nervous. He hadn't looked at Remus once and was fidgeting with his coat pocket.

"And what were you planning to do with it once you found it?" he wondered, glancing from the Kappa to the man.

"Well for now take it with me. Better than leaving it here in the middle of Paris," the reply was matter of factly but it irked Remus quite a bit. Was he dealing with a poacher here? He shifted his stance and moved his hand closer to his wand.

"In that suitcase?" he wondered, nodding towards the suitcase in the male's hand. That seemed worryingly small. The man nodded. "I don't think I'll let you."

"Excuse me?" the man still didn't look at him but sounded surprised and confused.

"Listen. I know Kappa's aren't exactly friendly. They can seriously hurt humans. But if you know how to deal with them, it should be fine. And I can take it somewhere it can live in peace," he explained. Hoping it wasn't going to end in a fight. But was prepared for it anyway. "I'm not going to let you lock it up in such a tight space." He purposely avoided making any assumptions. Maybe the other did mean well, then Remus didn't want to accuse him. But if it was a trafficker, it was of even greater importance the other didn't get a hold on the Kappa.

It remained silent for a surprisingly long time. Or maybe it just felt that way to him. His hand drifted towards his wand as his eyes roamed over his opponent. He hadn't moved much. Just shifted his stance a bit to hold his suitcase with both hands. Eyes were on Remus his face but never really looking at him. There was also a little frown there.

"You're protecting the Kappa," came the question. Remus opened his mouth but closed it again. That wasn’t the response he'd expected. He expected a defence or even a shot back at him. Not this.

"I-yes, of course. It might be a creature but that's not a reason to treat it horribly," he scoffed. Even when he was teaching, he tried to keep the creatures in a good environment. And maybe a part of it was also wishful thinking. If other beasts and creatures could be treated better. Then, maybe, one day, werewolves could too.

"I just. Hadn't expected that," the man replied, hand carefully touching his breast pocket. "Not the normal reaction. But I promise it isn't a small space in my suitcase. There is a lot of room in there. I look after several beasts. They all have their own place and environment they thrive in. I’m making sure they are well enough to be released. And if they can't, I'll keep them safe." Remus wished he could believe that. But besides Hagrid and Charlie Weasley, who would look after them like this? Or was he just being too suspicious? Especially since there was, seemingly, nothing threatening about the man in front of him.

"I-I can show you. I mean I have this little pond inside the case. I do have better access to a beautiful lake at home. But it would be better to get the Kappa back to Japan as soon as possible. Take it back to its kind. I don't know when I have the opportunity though. But I can make it comfortable until then," the man continued to talk. He shifted his suitcase around and eventually placed it on the ground. As if he was ready to show Remus. Curiously, and a bit weary he looked at the suitcase. Then something else that drew his attention from the corner of his eye.

"Watch it!' he let out. Quickly reaching out and grabbing a handful of blue-greyish coat. Heart beating in his throat as he yanked the man closer. Just in time that the Kappa missed him.

"You alright?"

"What-yes?" Came the confused reply. Remus carefully moved the stranger a bit to the side before letting go. Eyes on the Kappa that was now partly bowing and moving with great difficulty.

"Sorry. It just reached for you, remarkably quickly considering how much water he already lost," he tried to explain his actions.

"As long as there is water in his cap, he'll be fine and able to move. A bit slower than usual though. The moment it dries out is when it's stuck. It is the reason why it usually lives in large bodies of water and doesn't come out of it often. It was cruel the way it was kept. From what I understood from onlookers it was kept in a little bath. That's no place for it. No wonder it is looking for a bigger body of water," the man replied and Remus turned to look at him slightly fascinated. Compared to a lot of the previous professors, he thought he knew quite a bit about creatures and such. They weren't they highest priorities of people. To hear someone this knowledgeable was... refreshing.

"So, you... Have a body of water for it. In there?" He wondered, nodding towards the briefcase that was still secured despite the scuffle. Maybe he shouldn’t trust a stranger this quickly. Though on the other hand, the suitcase sounded like a better option than dragging a Kappa around himself.

"Oh yeah, let me just." The man mumbled a bit as he moved a step away and placed the case on the ground. Curiously Remus watched as it opened and... it looked like there was just a big hole in it. It was a bit dark, difficult to see what was happening. He glanced at the Kappa, it was still at the same spot, before looking back. He couldn't help but be a bit nosy. The lid of the suitcase was fully pinned with pictures and news articles. He wasn't able to see them clearly or ready what was on it. But the main picture was clearly of the man with three other people. One slightly stout but broad smiling man, a beautiful woman who knew how to present herself, a confident looking woman more dressed to not stand out, and the handsome man who was currently taking the stairs down into the suitcase? Remus blinked a few times as he stared at the hole the other had just disappeared into. At least he hadn't lied when talking about it being not small on the inside. He just hoped that they were looked after well and not locked up in there.

His gaze turned to the Kappa again and he noticed that it had finally managed to right its head. It was clear that, for now, it wouldn't pose much of a thread. Though he still preferred it if it was off the street. He was about to reach in his pocket when he heard a sound akin to meowing. Quickly he glanced around, worried that there was another creature running around. Instead, he was able to just get a glimpse of something jumping out of the case. At least it confirmed that there were other creatures in there and they were, obviously, not locked up. Though he hoped it wasn't a natural occurrence for them to escape because that could be troublesome.

"Well, hello there," he said softly, crouching down to look at the animal. It was easy to recognise what it was, a kneazle. It looked like a cat but had the tail of a lion. They were brilliant beast and said to be able to recognise if someone was trustworthy. He'd always teased Sirius about it after Crookshanks helped him in 1993. Stating that it was obvious that Crookshanks was only half a kneazle if it considered Sirius trustworthy. Though he had to admit, the animal had been right to trust Sirius and distrust Ron's rat. Something practically the whole wizarding world, including him unfortunately, had been wrong about.

His soft smile turned a bit into a grimace. Sirius. He'd been dead for almost a year now but it still hurt to think about him. After everything they'd gone through, to lose him so quickly after they reunited. It left a huge hole in his heart.

A wet, rough feeling against his hand turned his attention back to the present. The kneazle was licking his hand, clearly not happy it wasn't having his undivided attention.

"Oh, my apologies. I should've known not to be distracted," he chuckled and patiently waited for the kneazle to continue licking him. Once it was done, he carefully reached out and started to pet it. Apparently, it was the right decision as it calmly sat there to enjoy the pets. Once in a while he glanced up, keeping an eye on the Kappa. But it seemed as if moving was too hard to do. It was staring at the fountain almost longingly.

"I do have a pond that it can stay in. It's not perfectly fitted for a Kappa but once I got a moment, I can give it some attention and improve it. But I do believe it's better than leaving it-Milly!" The man had started to talk. First it sounded far away but eventually his head stuck out of the case again. There he'd spotted Milly, what he assumed was the kneazle laying there as if they were royalty. He chuckled softly as he continued his petting duty. The man looked at the kneazle with an exasperated expression and he had to bite his lip not to laugh. Last thing he wanted was make it seem as if he was laughing at the man.

"Really now? First Teddy keeps getting out, now I have to worry about you too?" The man commented and held what looked like a staring contest with the kneazle. He had no idea who or what teddy was. But the image of the other running after all different type of creatures was an adorable one.

"Need some help with the Kappa? I got a cucumber? I can use a part to lure it towards the suitcase and you can lure it further in to it?" He asked, turning the attention back to the problem at hand. He noticed the surprised look he received but it quickly morphed into a smile and a nod.

"I think that's a good plan. Though we might need to add some water to his head, otherwise it won't be able to move. I think." Remus completely agreed with that sentiment. With a soft apology he stopped petting Milly and got the cucumber out of his jacket. He grabbed his wand and wrote his name on half of the cucumber.

"Why are you doing that?" Remus looked back at the question and found the other staring at his name. He shrugged a little.

"Well, the Kappa is originally from Japan. It is believed that if you write the name of a family member on a cucumber before sending it afloat, it will protect them from harm while swimming," he explained. He knew he was looking a bit embarrassed, cheeks heating up as he looked back at the cucumber. "Though right now I think we're the ones in need of protect so, I theorized, why not put my own name on it? Maybe it does nothing but, hey, what's the harm in it?"

He broke the cucumber in half and handed the part without a name to the stranger. He seemed to hesitate for a second before taking it. To his surprise, the other reached for his wand as well, following Remus his example. If nothing else came from it or if it did nothing at all, at least Remus learned the man's name. Newt. For some reason it suited him.

"Alright. Let me add some water to it then lure him towards you. Be ready," he said with a little nod and a last pet of Milly.

Carefully he moved towards the Kappa, half of the cucumber in his outstretched hand. It was clear that he got its full attention. The movements were slow but its head turned towards Remus. He raised his wand and softly whispered 'aguament'. He made sure he used small movements and as little force as possible. Not wanting the hit the creature with a water jet, but just a tiny sprinkle of water. Enough to make it move again.

He breathed out slowly as he watched it succeed. It was interesting to see the Kappa slowly becoming livelier. Getting up with clear movement towards the cucumber. Remus shuffled back until his shoe hit the suitcase. There he held the cucumber and waited patiently. Waited until the Kappa followed. Slowly moving it until it was above the suitcase. Once it got close enough, he let the creature have it. Carefully moving away to the other side of the suitcase as the Kappa devoured the snack. Once it was gone it looked up again. For a moment Remus was worried it would come after him. But then it seemed something distracted it. It was difficult to interpreted the movements of the creature. The movement of its head, the stalking slow steps it was taking. He wasn't certain what it meant. He held his breath, waited and watched. The Kappa moved forward and... Slowly entered the suitcase.

He released his breath and sat down on the ground, posture sagging in relieve. It worked! They managed to get the Kappa safe and away from the streets of Paris. It felt like a little win, even if it was pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things. A soft yelp left his lips as Milly decided she'd been patient enough. She'd jumped on his lap and if she had a face, she would've impatiently glared at him. He reached out and carefully started to pet her again.

He had no idea how long he sat there. But if he were to be honest, he didn't mind it one bit. After the hectic time he had the last while it was nice to take a moment to breath. Even if it was, literally, on the streets in Paris, of all places. He heard sounds coming from the suitcase. He couldn't place most of them, but it didn't sound as if Newt needed his help. It felt... intrusive to just enter the suitcase without permission. So, for now he stayed where he was.

Not long after, Milly jumped from his lap and stretched herself. Her huge, fluffy tail wacked softly against his leg a few times, making him chuckle. She took a few steps around the suitcase before entering it. He was intrigued by the kneazle. He knew they were considered smart. Had she heard Newt call out for her and agreed to come back? Had she decided to come back in on her own terms?

It wasn't long after that Newt reappeared.

"It will do! It seemed as if it was content being in the pond for now. Luckily, I got enough food to keep it calm and Dougal will keep an eye out for it," Newt explained as he was climbing out of his suitcase. Remus had no clue who, or maybe even what, a Dougal was but decided against asking for now. With a little groan he got up from the ground. Shivering a little as finally the cold that had seeped in through his clothes caught up with him. He watched Newt crouch down and close his suitcase again.

"Uhm, yeah. Well. So," Newt commented and it sounded like he wasn't the only one who didn't know how to proceed from here. He hesitated. But eventually decided to just quench his curiosity.

"I'm sorry I have to ask. Wh-"

"Newt! Your animal - creature - thing!" Suddenly a voice shouted from the entrance of the street they were standing in. He turned around and saw a man standing there. Hands on his knees, breathing heavily, pointing towards their left. The man looked remarkable like the man from the picture from Newt's suitcase. "Freddy? I think? It went that way!"

Before Remus had really a moment to register what was happening, he was almost pushed to the side. Frowning he turned around just in time to see Newt sprint at a surprising high speed by him. He couldn't help but to shake his head and chuckle. Newt apparently knew his creatures well and Freddy? Or was it Teddy? Had, in fact, escaped. Within moments Newt was around the corner and out of sight. Attention fully on the escaped creature.

"Hi! So sorry about that. That animal is a cutie but is really good at nicking all the gold and silver around! I've seen him do it!" The other man told him, between heavy puffs of breath. “Sorry, got to go or I'll lose them! Nice to meet you!"

Before Remus had a chance to reply the man had picked up speed again. He rushed forward and halted at the entrance of the street. To his left he saw the man disappear into another street. For a second, he hesitated. Should he follow? He didn't know either of them. Had nothing to do with their reasons of being in Paris. He sighed and decided against it. Maybe it was time he continued his own search as well.

@flufftober :)

Escape in Paris

Flufftober; Lost pet meet cute

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Newt Scamander | WC: 4.167 | Tags: time travel, first meetings, fantastic beast canon divergence, flufftober day 1

Summary: Remus is on a mission in Paris. To find an Obscurial that a surprisingly large amount of people were interested in. Including Gellert Grindelwald of all people. As if fighting Voldemort wasn’t enough, he now had to deal with Grindelwald as well.

When in Paris, he stumbles across a Kappa. A Japanese water demon that should not be roaming its streets. Just when he is about to ensure the Kappas safety, he all but walks into a handsome stranger. One who seems to know what he’s doing when it comes to creatures. The unexpected meeting has piqued his interest.

A/N: I know this is a very weird pairing. But this one-shot is part of a bigger fic that I have yet to write. I'm commited to finishing my other ongoing fics first. However I love this idea so much I had to write something. Which basically means; Remus joining the cast of Fantastic Beasts and where to find them. And me rewriting most of those movies (besides the first) because I was annoyed at all the lost opportunities.

(You can also read it on AO3 if you prefer!)

Remus straightened his coat as he arrived in a changing room of a small clothing store. He'd been warned about it, yet it was a bit strange. When he'd been travelling around in his twenties, it wasn't trough official port key. Apparently, there were official ways for visiting other countries. And this shop was one of them. He left the changing room and couldn't help but glance around. It was still a bit strange to walk around in 1927, let alone in a different country.

Though there was one thing he'd noticed. While the muggle world had changed drastically between the nineteen twenties and ninety-nineties, the wizarding world hadn't. Sure, there were a few things different. His band shirts were definitely a no go, even those from magical bands. But it had been easier to fit in then he thought. It was still suits, dress shirts and robes. With a little smile he nodded at the tailor before walking towards the back door of the shop. There stood a statue. It looked like a dancing girl with flowers in her hair. But he knew that to look for. The wand in the holster. The animal that looked like a dodo but was a diricawl. The plants that looked like simple bushes but were Mallowsweet. He touched the hand of the statue and he heard, more than saw, the wall change. Carefully he moved towards it and entered the Wizarding part of Paris.

It surprised him, strolling through the streets, how much wizarding Paris looked like muggle Paris. Though looking back at history, maybe it wasn’t. Paris was an old city. And he wouldn’t be surprised if Wizards already lived here before the statute of secrecy. Which meant that Wizarding Paris and Central Paris was very much alike. Especially, he realised, since World War two hadn’t happened yet. Which was one of the strangest realisations he’d had since travelling to the past.

He passed by clothes and potions shops. A little café of sorts. One that was selling ingredients and stalling them in a way that made him quickly turn the other way. The chatter of wizards and witches around him soothed him. If he wasn’t on a mission it would’ve felt like a great vacation. Unfortunately, he wasn’t on vacation and he did have someone or well, something, to track down.

 He wasn't sure what he was looking for exactly. As usual, Albus his description had been very vague. He should've been used to it by now given how long he was part of the Order. Though this time it was also his own curiosity that got the better of him. Besides, for now, he was without clear plan or direction. So, when Albus had come to him with talks about an obscurial, he'd been curious. Even more so when he realised Grindelwald was involved as well. looking for the same obscurial. It was also clear that he wasn't the only one Albus send this way. The man is brilliant in nudging and dropping hints in such a way, people sprung into action. But in this case their goals aligned.

He wanted to know more about Grindelwald. For some reason Albus wanted him here as well. And the other person Albus send this way. It was curious, being in the middle of history. He knew about the huge battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Knew Dumbledore won and Grindelwald was locked up for the rest of his life in Nurmengard, if he remembered correctly. But if he were to be honest, he didn't know much else. Most of his life the treat and fear had been about Voldemort. Not much of Grindelwald was talked about. Maybe it would've been better had they learned from past mistakes. Which wasn't something the wizarding world in general was good at. Well, he would figure it out as he went.

It was clear something had happened rather recently. As Remus walked across a little square, damages were visible. Though the wizards and witches seemed hardly bothered by it. Some were waving their wands around fixing debris. Others were hexing the brooms to swipe the streets. He could just make out some burn marks on the street. The next thing he did notice during his stroll worried him. There was a very obvious trace of water. Which shouldn't be there, given the temperature and sun that was out. He'd seen it before. When he'd looked after one of the creatures during his teachings in 1993. The creature had been part of the obstacle course and had once attempted to escape its habitat. He was pretty certain most people didn't recognise it or knew what to do if they encountered one. Besides from his students, who’s parents weren’t even born yet. Which was another, very strange realisation.

He quickly dashed into a little shop that sold beasts to get a cucumber before trailing the puddles of water. He turned a corner and noticed a few things. First, there was a little fountain. It was only filled with water, for now. Close by was the creature he'd expected to find. A Kappa. However, those things weren’t what surprised him. Those things he'd expected to be there. He was, however, a bit surprised by the fact there was another person there. They were standing with their back towards Remus. Most that he could see was a long blue-greyish coat, brown curly hair and a rather big, brown suitcase that was carried. Most of all, the stranger was dangerously close to the Kappa. Which could mean trouble.

"Careful there," he said, loud enough to be heard but hopefully not loud enough to scare the stranger. The stranger straightened and turned to him. Remus couldn't help but to notice the beauty of the man. It had been a while since such a thought had crossed his mind. But he couldn't help it. He also noticed that the other wasn't looking at him. He groaned and rubbed his face for a second. He was in France. The French generally refused to speak English, whether they were capable of it or not. He learned a bit of the language. But only the very, very basics. Not enough to explain that a Kappa was dangerous.

"Bloody hell, I don't even know what the word danger is in French," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He should've thought about this before going to France. How was he going to communicate? Ask questions? Get himself understood?

"It's... It's fine. I don't speak French either," came the, very British sounding, reply.

"Oh," he commented a bit stupidly. He hadn't expected that. "Well, that makes it easier. Careful with that. It's a- "

"Kappa, I know." Once again Remus was surprised by the response. He hadn't expected anyone to know. Which also changed his perspective off the situation. What was the man doing exactly? Especially with a case like that? He looked around with a bit more suspicion. Sure, Kappa's weren't friendly creatures. But he wasn't going to let someone traffic it.

"Alright. And what are your plans with it? Is it yours?" he questioned. He still had no clue what had happened out there. Or why there was even a Kappa in the middle of Paris. It was not the place for such creature to be.

"No, it isn't mine. I saw its signs and was worried why it was out here and not in the water," the stranger replied. His way of speaking was a bit odd. More as if he was explaining things to himself, words coming quickly, his sentences losing strength at the end. Yet he seemed certain of what he was saying. Even though he looked a bit nervous. He hadn't looked at Remus once and was fidgeting with his coat pocket.

"And what were you planning to do with it once you found it?" he wondered, glancing from the Kappa to the man.

"Well for now take it with me. Better than leaving it here in the middle of Paris," the reply was matter of factly but it irked Remus quite a bit. Was he dealing with a poacher here? He shifted his stance and moved his hand closer to his wand.

"In that suitcase?" he wondered, nodding towards the suitcase in the male's hand. That seemed worryingly small. The man nodded. "I don't think I'll let you."

"Excuse me?" the man still didn't look at him but sounded surprised and confused.

"Listen. I know Kappa's aren't exactly friendly. They can seriously hurt humans. But if you know how to deal with them, it should be fine. And I can take it somewhere it can live in peace," he explained. Hoping it wasn't going to end in a fight. But was prepared for it anyway. "I'm not going to let you lock it up in such a tight space." He purposely avoided making any assumptions. Maybe the other did mean well, then Remus didn't want to accuse him. But if it was a trafficker, it was of even greater importance the other didn't get a hold on the Kappa.

It remained silent for a surprisingly long time. Or maybe it just felt that way to him. His hand drifted towards his wand as his eyes roamed over his opponent. He hadn't moved much. Just shifted his stance a bit to hold his suitcase with both hands. Eyes were on Remus his face but never really looking at him. There was also a little frown there.

"You're protecting the Kappa," came the question. Remus opened his mouth but closed it again. That wasn’t the response he'd expected. He expected a defence or even a shot back at him. Not this.

"I-yes, of course. It might be a creature but that's not a reason to treat it horribly," he scoffed. Even when he was teaching, he tried to keep the creatures in a good environment. And maybe a part of it was also wishful thinking. If other beasts and creatures could be treated better. Then, maybe, one day, werewolves could too.

"I just. Hadn't expected that," the man replied, hand carefully touching his breast pocket. "Not the normal reaction. But I promise it isn't a small space in my suitcase. There is a lot of room in there. I look after several beasts. They all have their own place and environment they thrive in. I’m making sure they are well enough to be released. And if they can't, I'll keep them safe." Remus wished he could believe that. But besides Hagrid and Charlie Weasley, who would look after them like this? Or was he just being too suspicious? Especially since there was, seemingly, nothing threatening about the man in front of him.

"I-I can show you. I mean I have this little pond inside the case. I do have better access to a beautiful lake at home. But it would be better to get the Kappa back to Japan as soon as possible. Take it back to its kind. I don't know when I have the opportunity though. But I can make it comfortable until then," the man continued to talk. He shifted his suitcase around and eventually placed it on the ground. As if he was ready to show Remus. Curiously, and a bit weary he looked at the suitcase. Then something else that drew his attention from the corner of his eye.

"Watch it!' he let out. Quickly reaching out and grabbing a handful of blue-greyish coat. Heart beating in his throat as he yanked the man closer. Just in time that the Kappa missed him.

"You alright?"

"What-yes?" Came the confused reply. Remus carefully moved the stranger a bit to the side before letting go. Eyes on the Kappa that was now partly bowing and moving with great difficulty.

"Sorry. It just reached for you, remarkably quickly considering how much water he already lost," he tried to explain his actions.

"As long as there is water in his cap, he'll be fine and able to move. A bit slower than usual though. The moment it dries out is when it's stuck. It is the reason why it usually lives in large bodies of water and doesn't come out of it often. It was cruel the way it was kept. From what I understood from onlookers it was kept in a little bath. That's no place for it. No wonder it is looking for a bigger body of water," the man replied and Remus turned to look at him slightly fascinated. Compared to a lot of the previous professors, he thought he knew quite a bit about creatures and such. They weren't they highest priorities of people. To hear someone this knowledgeable was... refreshing.

"So, you... Have a body of water for it. In there?" He wondered, nodding towards the briefcase that was still secured despite the scuffle. Maybe he shouldn’t trust a stranger this quickly. Though on the other hand, the suitcase sounded like a better option than dragging a Kappa around himself.

"Oh yeah, let me just." The man mumbled a bit as he moved a step away and placed the case on the ground. Curiously Remus watched as it opened and... it looked like there was just a big hole in it. It was a bit dark, difficult to see what was happening. He glanced at the Kappa, it was still at the same spot, before looking back. He couldn't help but be a bit nosy. The lid of the suitcase was fully pinned with pictures and news articles. He wasn't able to see them clearly or ready what was on it. But the main picture was clearly of the man with three other people. One slightly stout but broad smiling man, a beautiful woman who knew how to present herself, a confident looking woman more dressed to not stand out, and the handsome man who was currently taking the stairs down into the suitcase? Remus blinked a few times as he stared at the hole the other had just disappeared into. At least he hadn't lied when talking about it being not small on the inside. He just hoped that they were looked after well and not locked up in there.

His gaze turned to the Kappa again and he noticed that it had finally managed to right its head. It was clear that, for now, it wouldn't pose much of a thread. Though he still preferred it if it was off the street. He was about to reach in his pocket when he heard a sound akin to meowing. Quickly he glanced around, worried that there was another creature running around. Instead, he was able to just get a glimpse of something jumping out of the case. At least it confirmed that there were other creatures in there and they were, obviously, not locked up. Though he hoped it wasn't a natural occurrence for them to escape because that could be troublesome.

"Well, hello there," he said softly, crouching down to look at the animal. It was easy to recognise what it was, a kneazle. It looked like a cat but had the tail of a lion. They were brilliant beast and said to be able to recognise if someone was trustworthy. He'd always teased Sirius about it after Crookshanks helped him in 1993. Stating that it was obvious that Crookshanks was only half a kneazle if it considered Sirius trustworthy. Though he had to admit, the animal had been right to trust Sirius and distrust Ron's rat. Something practically the whole wizarding world, including him unfortunately, had been wrong about.

His soft smile turned a bit into a grimace. Sirius. He'd been dead for almost a year now but it still hurt to think about him. After everything they'd gone through, to lose him so quickly after they reunited. It left a huge hole in his heart.

A wet, rough feeling against his hand turned his attention back to the present. The kneazle was licking his hand, clearly not happy it wasn't having his undivided attention.

"Oh, my apologies. I should've known not to be distracted," he chuckled and patiently waited for the kneazle to continue licking him. Once it was done, he carefully reached out and started to pet it. Apparently, it was the right decision as it calmly sat there to enjoy the pets. Once in a while he glanced up, keeping an eye on the Kappa. But it seemed as if moving was too hard to do. It was staring at the fountain almost longingly.

"I do have a pond that it can stay in. It's not perfectly fitted for a Kappa but once I got a moment, I can give it some attention and improve it. But I do believe it's better than leaving it-Milly!" The man had started to talk. First it sounded far away but eventually his head stuck out of the case again. There he'd spotted Milly, what he assumed was the kneazle laying there as if they were royalty. He chuckled softly as he continued his petting duty. The man looked at the kneazle with an exasperated expression and he had to bite his lip not to laugh. Last thing he wanted was make it seem as if he was laughing at the man.

"Really now? First Teddy keeps getting out, now I have to worry about you too?" The man commented and held what looked like a staring contest with the kneazle. He had no idea who or what teddy was. But the image of the other running after all different type of creatures was an adorable one.

"Need some help with the Kappa? I got a cucumber? I can use a part to lure it towards the suitcase and you can lure it further in to it?" He asked, turning the attention back to the problem at hand. He noticed the surprised look he received but it quickly morphed into a smile and a nod.

"I think that's a good plan. Though we might need to add some water to his head, otherwise it won't be able to move. I think." Remus completely agreed with that sentiment. With a soft apology he stopped petting Milly and got the cucumber out of his jacket. He grabbed his wand and wrote his name on half of the cucumber.

"Why are you doing that?" Remus looked back at the question and found the other staring at his name. He shrugged a little.

"Well, the Kappa is originally from Japan. It is believed that if you write the name of a family member on a cucumber before sending it afloat, it will protect them from harm while swimming," he explained. He knew he was looking a bit embarrassed, cheeks heating up as he looked back at the cucumber. "Though right now I think we're the ones in need of protect so, I theorized, why not put my own name on it? Maybe it does nothing but, hey, what's the harm in it?"

He broke the cucumber in half and handed the part without a name to the stranger. He seemed to hesitate for a second before taking it. To his surprise, the other reached for his wand as well, following Remus his example. If nothing else came from it or if it did nothing at all, at least Remus learned the man's name. Newt. For some reason it suited him.

"Alright. Let me add some water to it then lure him towards you. Be ready," he said with a little nod and a last pet of Milly.

Carefully he moved towards the Kappa, half of the cucumber in his outstretched hand. It was clear that he got its full attention. The movements were slow but its head turned towards Remus. He raised his wand and softly whispered 'aguament'. He made sure he used small movements and as little force as possible. Not wanting the hit the creature with a water jet, but just a tiny sprinkle of water. Enough to make it move again.

He breathed out slowly as he watched it succeed. It was interesting to see the Kappa slowly becoming livelier. Getting up with clear movement towards the cucumber. Remus shuffled back until his shoe hit the suitcase. There he held the cucumber and waited patiently. Waited until the Kappa followed. Slowly moving it until it was above the suitcase. Once it got close enough, he let the creature have it. Carefully moving away to the other side of the suitcase as the Kappa devoured the snack. Once it was gone it looked up again. For a moment Remus was worried it would come after him. But then it seemed something distracted it. It was difficult to interpreted the movements of the creature. The movement of its head, the stalking slow steps it was taking. He wasn't certain what it meant. He held his breath, waited and watched. The Kappa moved forward and... Slowly entered the suitcase.

He released his breath and sat down on the ground, posture sagging in relieve. It worked! They managed to get the Kappa safe and away from the streets of Paris. It felt like a little win, even if it was pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things. A soft yelp left his lips as Milly decided she'd been patient enough. She'd jumped on his lap and if she had a face, she would've impatiently glared at him. He reached out and carefully started to pet her again.

He had no idea how long he sat there. But if he were to be honest, he didn't mind it one bit. After the hectic time he had the last while it was nice to take a moment to breath. Even if it was, literally, on the streets in Paris, of all places. He heard sounds coming from the suitcase. He couldn't place most of them, but it didn't sound as if Newt needed his help. It felt... intrusive to just enter the suitcase without permission. So, for now he stayed where he was.

Not long after, Milly jumped from his lap and stretched herself. Her huge, fluffy tail wacked softly against his leg a few times, making him chuckle. She took a few steps around the suitcase before entering it. He was intrigued by the kneazle. He knew they were considered smart. Had she heard Newt call out for her and agreed to come back? Had she decided to come back in on her own terms?

It wasn't long after that Newt reappeared.

"It will do! It seemed as if it was content being in the pond for now. Luckily, I got enough food to keep it calm and Dougal will keep an eye out for it," Newt explained as he was climbing out of his suitcase. Remus had no clue who, or maybe even what, a Dougal was but decided against asking for now. With a little groan he got up from the ground. Shivering a little as finally the cold that had seeped in through his clothes caught up with him. He watched Newt crouch down and close his suitcase again.

"Uhm, yeah. Well. So," Newt commented and it sounded like he wasn't the only one who didn't know how to proceed from here. He hesitated. But eventually decided to just quench his curiosity.

"I'm sorry I have to ask. Wh-"

"Newt! Your animal - creature - thing!" Suddenly a voice shouted from the entrance of the street they were standing in. He turned around and saw a man standing there. Hands on his knees, breathing heavily, pointing towards their left. The man looked remarkable like the man from the picture from Newt's suitcase. "Freddy? I think? It went that way!"

Before Remus had really a moment to register what was happening, he was almost pushed to the side. Frowning he turned around just in time to see Newt sprint at a surprising high speed by him. He couldn't help but to shake his head and chuckle. Newt apparently knew his creatures well and Freddy? Or was it Teddy? Had, in fact, escaped. Within moments Newt was around the corner and out of sight. Attention fully on the escaped creature.

"Hi! So sorry about that. That animal is a cutie but is really good at nicking all the gold and silver around! I've seen him do it!" The other man told him, between heavy puffs of breath. “Sorry, got to go or I'll lose them! Nice to meet you!"

Before Remus had a chance to reply the man had picked up speed again. He rushed forward and halted at the entrance of the street. To his left he saw the man disappear into another street. For a second, he hesitated. Should he follow? He didn't know either of them. Had nothing to do with their reasons of being in Paris. He sighed and decided against it. Maybe it was time he continued his own search as well.

@flufftober :)