set just a few days after the RDA left Pandora in the first movie when, I assume, those who stayed continued operation of Hell's Gate
Breakfast. Check.
Coffee. Check.
Daily avatar exercise. Check.
Morning routine check on the staff. Not quite.
Nina, back in her human self for now, breezed through the SciOps lab doors and made a beeline to one particular desk station. All of the owner's documents were cleanly and perfectly stacked, their pens neat in the pencil holder, but the thinnest layer of dust had made the desk its new home. Nina held the overlooking lamp and frowned when she felt it. Cold.
"Where's Noah," she asked, looking forlorn at the abandoned desk.
The scientist stationed opposite Noah looked up from her work. Usually quite cheerful, Angela answered without her signature smile to light her face up. "They haven't come in today, Dr. Cortez." She sighed heavily. "They didn't come back yesterday after lunch."
Nina recalled breakfast that morning. She'd reported to the mess hall a lot earlier than usual, but only because she woke up rather early that day. She, then, finished breakfast before the first wave of staff came in for their own, and since Noah was usually a late riser, Nina didn't expect to catch them at the mess hall. The decision to go on about her morning like usual suddenly felt like a crime, guilt and disappointment in herself crashing down on the doctor. The only relief she could afford herself at the moment was a quiet sigh.
Angela must've heard it though. "Well, it's not like we're keeping up attendance anymore, right, Doc?" She tilted her head as she cracked a half-smile. "I heard Noah fought alongside the Na'vi in the fight 3 days ago. They're probably just tired from that."
Nina thought it was a good point. She straightened herself up and said, "I'll go check on them."
"I hope they're just resting. Surely, they'd need as much of it as they can get." Angela replied. Her eyes fell on the empty desk across her before meeting Nina's gaze again. "Tell them I miss my desk neighbor, yeah?"
Nina smiled and nodded at her before turning on her heel and heading back out the door. Her route now would be short, just a few turns then down the elevator to the level below the labs where the SciOps living hubs stood, now far less occupied with just about half of the residents left. While that meant there was a shorter waiting time at the showers, the remaining staff of Hell's Gate were now at the phase of figuring out how to run the facility with less than half of its people left. As someone who was higher than most on the political hierarchy, Nina had become a supervising figure for the continuing operation of Hell's Gate, not just of the SciOps division. Part of the reason was her seniority, but another was her military experience, which made Nina the ideal person to also direct the SecOps division in the Colonel's absence. In turn, though, her schedule was almost still as packed as it was before the rebellion.
But Nina had finished her rounds on both SecOps and SciOps, and everything was more or less running perfectly. So now, Nina was going to attend to a more personal task, one that she was taking on as both Noah's senior and, more importantly, as their friend.
Nina knocked twice on the door of Noah's quarters. "Noah, it's Nina," she called out. "May I come in?"
No answer.
Fearing that history was repeating itselfāthis was only the 2nd time ever that Noah had disappeared from the labsāNina pulled out a security card and tapped it on the scanner next to the door. The light changed from red to green.
That security card was such a handy tool that the security staff gave to her after her informal promotion to SecOps supervisor. Nina had used it to sneak into the pantry for a midnight snack once already. But while her use of it now was rather invasive at surface-level, Nina knew better than to let Noah lock themselves in their room to wallow and rot in self-pity, even in spite of recent events.
The last time Noah had shut the world out, it was because theirs had shattered. Now, it would seem that it was happening all over again.
But much to her surprise, then worry, Noah was not in their quarters. The bed was made but cold. It didn't seem like Noah had just gotten up and left for the showers or something. Nina surveyed the room more closely. A black oversized jacket, Kevin's, was hung over the desk chair. Noah's data pad was missing from its charging pod. Their boots were missing, too.
'Where could they be,' Nina thought worriedly. As she surveyed the room one last time, she briefly wondered if Noah had ever even been in this room since the rebellion. It seemed as such.
If that was the case, then waiting around for Noah to come back wasn't the best thing to do right now, Nina decided. So she left the room. The door somberly closed behind her. For a moment, she stood in the middle of the empty hallway in quiet thought.
While doing her rounds that morning, Nina had asked every person she could if they had seen Noah. Alas, her little investigation had been fruitless. More "I think I saw"s than "Yeah, they were here"s than she would have liked. Their own living quarters had been the last on her mental checklist, but now she was thinking they could be hiding out somewhere else. But Kevin's old room had long been occupied by a different person, so Noah couldn't have gone there.Ā
So maybe... it was a different soldier's room they were in.
Nina made a pitstop to the records office, where she found just one guy working on his computer. He was the only one from his department to defect.
"I'm a little busy right now," Alex hollered without looking up from the monitor. He seemed more stressed than mean, but there was a sprinkle of the latter.
Nina kept walking toward him. "Alex, I need a favor."
Alex stopped immediately. "Dr. Cortez," he stammered as he swiveled his chair in his direction, a crooked smile forced on his face, "I didn't know it was you. Um, what can I do for you?"
"Room assignments, you've got them, right?"
"Sure do."
"Great. I need Harper Zdinarsk's. SecOps."
Not a second was wasted as Alex pulled up a new window and rapidly typed the name into the search bar. When the results popped up, he read out the needed information, "Harper Zdinarsk. 129 in the SecOps wing."
"Was it ever accessed," Nina asked.
Alex scrolled down to the room access history section. He paled at what he saw. "Opened via DMT 2 days ago." His voice shook the tiniest bit as he added, "But this soldier is dead, one of the casualties from the fight."
Nina hummed. "Was her body found?"
"No, but we assumed she was dead because she wasn't with the people who went back to Earth." Alex swallowed nervously, his trembling hands glued to his desk made Nina pity the poor man. "Doc, are we being haunted?"
"Psh, of course not."
Satisfied with the information she got, Nina began walking back out of the room. Just as she had a foot out of the door, she looked back at Alex, smiling cheekily at the spooked man. "But if you hear something creepy, maybe just log that into the records~"
Nina spared herself a giggle at her own teasing before refocusing herself as she was a few paces down the hall. The SecOps living hubs were just around the corner, and as if Eywa herself had blessed Nina that day, Room 129 was just the 3rd door.
She knocked. "Noah, it's Nina. I'm coming in, okay?"
The steel door hissed open as Nina pocketed her security card. Then, once the door closed behind her, locking out the noise of Hell's Gate, she heard a voice she was sure did not belong to anyone currently in that dark, unlit room.
"Why are you filming me," Z asked, a laughter carrying her words from a distance. "Am I on the observation list today?"
Noah laughed as well, their voice louder. "Yeah, I'm filming a worrywart in her natural habitat, and she's once again worrying about if a blade of grass would strike and poison me. Oh, no," they dragged, "I got stung, ah!"
"Oh, whatever shall I do," Z replied with a playful, exaggerated eye roll. It was weird to see her not locked and loaded with her gun just dismissed to her side.
The camera wobbled as Noah groaned dramatically. "It hurts so bad, oh my god."
In a split-second, Z's carefree expression hardened and she approached Noah. The closer she got to the camera, the clearer the worry was on her features, furrowed brows, a stiff frown, but a contrasting softness in her eyes. "Hey, wait, are you serious right now?"
The camera stopped shaking and Noah responded in a monotone voice, "Nah."
Z clicked her tongue, and Noah laughed again. Nina found herself infected by the cheerfulness of the avatar behind the camera, so did Z, it seemed.
Then, the video ended.
The light was now open. Noah, the one who was sitting on the edge of Z's bed, hovered their finger over the play button. Their data pad laid on their lap, no doubt forcing them into a very uncomfortable position for their neck. Still, they were unmoving apart from the hand tautly fiddling with the hem of their oversized shirt. Stencil-printed letters on the left chest read "SecOps".
Beside them, Nina sat silently. The ache in her chest was growing close to unbearable. The sting in her eyes was demanding relief. But she kept herself together, observing Noah. Instead of the play button, their finger dragged the video track, stopping when the screen showed a clear shot of Z grinning at Noah in the video.
Silence. Unbreaking, unmoving silence as if the world itself had stopped. It would only continue if Noah pushed the play button.
They didn't.
Nina couldn't see Noah's face with all their hair covering them like a blanket, but their head never moved from its position looking directly down at the data pad. They stewed in the quiet for a few more seconds before Nina reached out with a gentle hand. When her hand had barely even grazed their back, Noah grabbed onto Nina, whose mind surged with worry as she held Noah's body, frail and trembling. Yet their hands clenched fistfuls of Nina's coat like they were holding on for dear life. The data pad slid onto the floor, but neither one cared.Ā Ā Ā
Noah crumbled into a state Nina had never seen them in before, crying their beaten, desperate heart out into her shoulder. No words were spoken, then again maybe they couldn't make it past the tears. But Nina felt all that grief, pain, brokenness. Soon enough, Noah's cries were pushing onto Nina's mind images of the people she herself had lost. Her own arms began to tremble, but her hold of Noah did not falter. Rather, she fastened her arms tighter around them and pulled them even deeper into her embrace.
"It's going to be okay, Noah," she said, her voice cracking under her own tears as she rubbed the young doctor's back while fighting back tears of her own. A sniffle escaped, though. "It's going to be okay."
More sobs. Some Noah choked on. Their tears, their mourning, their yearning. It all felt endless.
"Just let it all out."
Noah heaved. Whatever strength they had during the battle was gone. Now, they felt as fragile as a glass ball. The slightest hit would shatter them completely. But they managed a few words, "She's gone, Ninaā¦ It's all my faultā¦"
Nina pressed her cheek on Noah's head, caressing it gently. At that moment, with her eyes closed, she saw a familiar head of ginger hair. The grief almost knocked Nina over like a tidal wave. But she stayed strong for Noah.Ā
"Don't blame yourself. Please." Somehow, it felt as if she was talking to herself.
Noah shook their head, but anything they might've tried to say got caught up in their grief. Nina was all too familiar with how that felt like.
Metal clattered to the floor, interrupting the two as Noah flinched straight. They looked down at the fallen dog tags with a panic in their eyes as they reached down. But Nina saw clearly that they were not Z's tags that had fallen, and she swiped them away with her foot. Noah snapped their neck up at Nina, who shook her head.
"It's not hers."
Noah abruptly looked down on their lap, where Z's tags were, both clean as a whistle.
Then, Nina gently put her hand on Noah's. She smiled gently.
"When did you get them," she asked.
Noah answered slowly, "Before the celebration with the Omaticaya." They hung their head low. "Iā¦snuck back out to the forest. I'm sorry."
Nina hushed their worries down. "Alex said they couldn't find Zdinarsk'sā¦" She cleared her throat and spoke again with a firmer voice, "They couldn't find Zdinarsk."
Noah sniffled, then breathed out shakily. "I buried her." The tears started flooding their cheeks again. "I'm sorry. I didn'tāI had to. I couldn't leave her thereā¦ I'mā"
"It's fine, Noah." Nina held both of their hands and squeezed them tightly. "I understand, and I promise I won't breathe a word to any soul about it."
"If Mo'at finds outā"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there."
Nina let go of Noah, but only to put Z's tags into their hands. She, then, balled their hands into fists over the metal before raising her hands to part Noah's hair, tucking as much of it behind their ears. In the bleak overhead light, the young scientist looked like a corpse. Nina tried not to frown, but she was only really concerned.
"I'll get you something to eat, okay?"
Noah nodded weakly. Nina got up, quickly peeling from the floor the dog tags that had fallen earlier.Ā
Once again, Nina stepped into the noisy hallway. The tags felt like blocks of lead on her conscience. She hoped Noah didn't see who it actually was on them. Briefly, she looked down at her hand. What stared back at her were a cold, lethal demeanor and the eyes of the man who let all hell break loose mere days ago. The eyes of the man she, fretfully, loved.
POV: It's 2148 and you're a high school teacher on Earth checking in on your students
not the most riveting concept, but i thought i'd play around with a 2nd-person POV narration style for a little Noah and Kevin backstory in preparation for a bigger, angstier backstory fic :D Also Noah is referred to here as 'Maxine', which is their first name and what they would've gone by during their days on Earth
Constructive criticism would be super appreciated :D
The sound of metal grinding on concrete made your temples throb in pain for a few seconds, but you took the accompanying noise of students chit-chatting as they left the room as a sort of compensation. Yet another long day of teaching back-to-back lectures was finally over. It was a Saturday, too. All the more reason to celebrate as you had one full day ahead of you where you didn't have to face such disinterested and disrespectful students at this C-level institution.
However, you didn't leave your spot at the front of the class just yet. As the last of the students were filing out of the room, you cleared your throat. Of the 7 kids that were yet to leave, only one of them stopped in their tracks, visibly wincing at your voice. In the back of your mind, you took note of how the other students now shuffled out of the room quicker, whispering and snickering amongst each other.
"Maxine," you said. "Come over for a bit."
The kid quietly turned on their heel and approached you, their eyes glued to their feet as they moved. Their shoulders were as tight as the hands that gripped the sling of their messenger bag that seemed too big for the small and only 12-year-old in your 12th grade class.
Maxine Noah Siazon. They were, by far, the youngest 12th grader in the whole schoolābutting academic heads with a bunch of 18-year-olds that were almost twice their size. It was that, and the fact that they were actually smarter than most of those 18-year-olds, which gave you enough reason to give them more considerate treatment than average.
But you had to draw the line at some point.
āI assume you know why I kept you back,ā you said in a tone that was both parts soft and professional.
They nodded, eyes still cast downward. Youāve grown accustomed to this, thanks to their brotherās friendly note about Maxineās behavior.
So you continued, āYou and Kevin have incurred several absences this semester, Maxine, and as your advisor, Iāve notified you time and time again to rectify this.ā
The hand on their bag sling tightened, but Maxine showed no hostile reaction.
ā3 more absences for each of you, and you and your brother wonāt be able to graduate.ā
Unexpectedly, there was a tiny, nervous shift in their shoulders. Then, they actually spoke.
āWeāre aware of this, Mx,ā they answered flatly, āWeāll try not to skip classes anymore.ā
Something about that answer feltā¦ off. The tone was quite expected of them, actually. But, somehow, your instincts were ringing some alarms in your head. Out of concern, you decided to prod just a bit.
āMay I know why the two of you have been skipping classes lately?ā
The answer came much quicker than you thought it wouldāalmost as if it was on cue. āKevin works on the side, Mx,ā they said in one breath.
āHe gave me his word that his job only starts after school hours.ā
āPerhaps it would be best if you talked to him about his work directly?ā
āOf course. And, what about you?ā
āFever and coughing fits,ā they said. Again, a bit too fast than normal. āIāve submitted medical certificates to the system for verification.ā
You sighed, but it wasnāt out of annoyance. A star pupil like Maxine was one in a million these days, especially considering the school you were at. Out of good conscience, you were not turning a blind eye any longer.
āYou know policy states that there are no excused absences, Maxine. The certificates only allow you to take tests that youāve missed. And, yes, I know youāve taken all the tests you missed, and so has your brother.ā You sighed heavily as your gut bothered you again to press them further. āLook, Iāll give you this one chance, so tell me the truth, alright?ā
You paused just a bit to look out for a response, but the kid was holding on to your breath, it seemed.
āYouāve been absent a lot because you were sick. There is 0% chance that it is not because of any other reason?ā
āYes.ā
You took a mental note, then nodded. āAlright. You may go now.ā
Maxine walked out as quietly as a feather, their stride longer than usual. You took another mental note as you noticed them hurriedly looking at the heavy watch on their wrist as they left.
You fixed your bag as quickly as you could. Then, on your phone, you pulled up the younger Siazonās student profile and copied their address to your notes app. Wellness checks werenāt a common thing among your colleagues. Usually, you always just thought you werenāt paid enough to go to such lengths when all this school was to you was a stepping stone for the career of a fresh education graduate who was quick to learn that none of the better-paying schools were interested in short CVs. But this time, you thought, youād start doing your job the right way. The only way you shouldāve been working this whole time.
The area the siblings lived in wasnāt one you were familiar with. So you looked it up on your mobile map.
āHuh, I thought Kevin said they usually walked to school,ā you thought out loud as you exited the campus, āThis borough is 30 minutes away on foot.ā
Your concern began to grow at a disturbing rate. You booked a subway ticket and walked as fast as you could to get to the station. The PA lady was making final calls for your trip just as you arrived. The cars looked full, given it was rush hour, but you managed to squeeze into one of the cars in the nick of time.
20 minutes later, you alighted at the third stop. Immediately, the air around you smelled different, and as you breathed it in, it was like you were breathing right in front of a heavy smoker. Thatās when you noticed all the people around you wearing face masks. Worse, breather packs. In the capital, you could usually go about on a stroll without needing the pack. But right now, it was like every breath was siphoned straight from a smoke-belching vanās exhaust pipe right to your face. You figured the face masks you had wouldnāt do much to help. Luckily, you found a store right there at the station. For your sake, you chose to ignore the insane markup they had on the standard breather pack.
While walking, you plugged your earbuds in and turned on audio directions so you could keep your phone in your bag as you walked the dimly lit and very dangerous-looking sidewalk. Your new surroundings were a far cry from the loud and bright metropolis you were walking through just minutes ago. It was almost too hard to believe that you were still in the same city. Most of the street lamps were broken. The WIFI towers were offlineāyou had to turn on your data which, thankfully, still had load from last month. The streetside buildings were about half as tall as the skyscrapers at the capital, but just a single turn into an alley had put you right at the mouth of a network of winding streets with smaller, dilapidated residential buildings and even fewer streetlights. Instead, there were lines of paper lanterns illuminating pop-up vendor stalls and hole-in-the-wall stores and diners. Somehow, between all the warm light and bustling night crowd, these cramped backstreets seemed a lot moreā¦ human.
It had been 5 minutes of just walking and weaving through the cacophony of the night market, and your AI had just informed you that you were still quite a ways from your destination.
You took a left, a right, then another left. Another left was due, but there was no Anchilletas St. where it shouldāve been, according to your phone. What stood there was, instead, a busy little mom-and-pop diner whose entrance was lit up with retro neon signsāthe kind you only saw in old movies. The windows had printed tarpaulins of product ads draped over decommissioned display TVs. But through the gaps, you could clearly see into the place, and you spotted a familiar face.
There was an empty spot farther into the diner, and you were comfortable enough to wait for a server to come by, especially because it was safe enough to take the breather pack off now. You have not had to wear one in a long while ever since the capital installed giant filters in their streets.Ā
Four servers were working the very busy floor right now. For a diner this size, youād think they would hire more. Lucky for you, the exact server you needed came right to your table after noticing you.
Kevin instantly recognized you and skipped the scripted customer service greeting. āTeach, what a surprise,ā he beamed, āI have never seen you in this part of the city! But I aināt judging ācause you picked the perfect spot to grab a bite! What can I get you?ā
He doesnāt look like a student at all, you thought. He looked quite different in his oil-stained, blue-and-white, striped server uniform than when he had a crisp and plain white school polo shirt. His hair was quite tousled. It made you wonder how long heād been running around the shop that day. All of that made Kevin, one of your liveliest students, look much older now and wearier. But you thought it would be rude to comment like that.
āIād like a chocolate shake,ā you said, smiling, āAnd a conversation from teacher to student.ā
Unlike his younger sibling, Kevin was a lot more sociable and charismatic. You assumed he was aware that you werenāt just here for a spontaneous dinner at some obscure diner, but it appeared he wasnāt at all fazed by the sudden teacherās visit. Instead, he flashed a charming, friendly smile as he punched in your order on the tab.
āA choc-shake and a check-in,ā he grinned. āAnything else?ā
āTop it with sprinkles.ā
āGotcha. Cominā right up~ā
Kevin disappeared into the kitchen, then came out mere seconds later with two trays of food on each arm, none of which had your orders. So you waited, watching as your student would go in and out of the kitchen, and each time he would be bringing no less than two trays at a time. Still, you noticed the way his smile never faltered or twitched. Not once.
When he came back on the floor for the 4th time, Kevin did not have the server apron on. Still, he professionally brought over your chocolate shake with the same smile on his face. In the light of the room, beads of sweat shone like little diamonds on his forehead before he wiped them away with a towel, which he slung over his shoulder.
āThe boss gave me 5 minutes,ā Kevin said urgently as he sat across from you, āWith all due respect, Mx, Iād like to not have her deduct a cent from my pay tonight.ā
It wouldāve sounded crude had it not come from a teenager who was obviously just strapped for cash. Lucky for him, you had a thing a lot of your colleagues didnāt have much of for him. Empathy.
āAnd, Max texted me already,ā he quickly added. āI understand the whole absence policy.ā
āYet, youāre down to three permitted absences, Kevin.ā
His shoulder slumped as he laughed sheepishly, an odd gesture considering what he said next. āFamily emergency, teach. Iāve been taking more shifts and odd jobs to get through it, honestly. But Max has been making sure Iāve made up for as much of the schoolwork that Iāve missed.ā
A twinge of guilt settled in your chest at that point. But you were yet to realize that it would not leave anytime soon.
āIāll do my best to talk to your other teachers about giving you consideration, Kevin,ā you said.
The boyās face lit up in what seemed to be genuine relief. āAw, seriously, Mx? Thank you, really!ā
āMhm. But, I must ask about Maxine.ā
The relief disappeared like water into a vacuum drain. āDid something happen today at school?ā
āTheyāre doing fine at school, as usual. I am actually more curious about what happens at your home.ā You paused to check his reactionānothing raised alarms, so far. So, you asked, āHow is Maxineās health faring?ā
Oddly, Kevin looked more confused than concerned at the question. āMaxās lungs are a concern, but itās nothing a breather pack canāt make up for. I donāt remember them getting sick in the last 6 months.ā
Well, thatās definitely intriguing.
When you spoke, the firmness in your voice disappeared, which wasnāt originally intended. Maybe it was instinctive.
āMaxine has 3 absences left in the semester, same as you, Kevin,ā you said, trying as delicately as possible to not alarm him. But it wasnāt working. The confident facade had completely disappeared from Kevinās face, now lit up by the ghostly blue screen of his phone. He punched only two buttons. Speed dial.
While he held his phone to his ear, waiting for the other person to pick up, you continued, āThey told me it was because theyāve been getting sick a lot, and the medical certificates seem to back that up.ā
āTheyāre not picking up,ā he grunted.
āTry calling home,ā you suggested.
Kevin speed-dialled again. His fingers nervously tapped on the table as he waited for the person to pick up. You saw him muttering the words ācome onā over and over until, finally, the receiver answered. Kevinās voice sounded unlike any way youāve ever heard it before. Even if he was talking in a foreign language, you could clearly sense the grave urgency in his tone. Honestly, he sounded more like a father than a brother.Ā
āāLa, nasaān si Max?ā [Lola, whereās Max?]
The receiver responded, and Kevin replied, āāDi pa ba siya umuuwi?ā [Did they not come home yet?]
It sucked, but all you could do was helplessly watch from the other side of the table, unable to understand anything but the growing concern on his face.
Kevin exchanged a few more words with the other person until he ended the call and shoved the phone into his pocket.
āMax isnāt home,ā he said, getting up, āIāll go find them.ā
āWhat about your shift?ā
āI can work overtime tomorrow.ā
āIāll come with you.ā This was a no-brainer for you, really.
A soft smile brought back the youth to Kevinās features. āThanks, Teach.ā
One thought ran through your mind at that reply and as you silently watched Kevin disappear into the kitchen for the last time that night.Ā
These kids are going through so much.Ā
When he came out, Kevin had his backpack slung over his shoulder, a worn-out letterman jacket, and a determined look on his face. Also, he had a paper bag that he handed over to you.
āItās a good thing we serve our drinks ready to go, huh,ā he said, cracking a wider smile.
You hummed affirmatively as you took the bag. As soon as you had your drink all packed up, the two of you left the diner. As you stepped out of the door, you popped on your breather pack. To your surprise, Kevin remained bare-faced. He didnāt even have a mask on.
āKevin, donāt you need a mask,ā you asked. āOr a pack, perhaps?ā
He raised his brows, wrinkling his forehead a bit. āOh,ā he mused, āWell, the air right now aināt as bad as it usually is, so Iām all good.ā
You noted how hazier his face looked now that you were outside. Then, you dug into your bag and grabbed two spare masks. It was all you could offer him.
āTeach, itās fine, reāā
āI can practically feel the smoke pricking my skin, Kevin,ā you interjected, āKindly take the masks.ā
The teacher tone worked. 5 seconds later, Kevin was standing next to you with half his face covered up. The two of you were looking out into the street, which seemed to have gotten even more crowded, though you thought it couldnāt have been possible. Kevin towered over it, his neck craning every which way for what you chalked up to be some preliminary search of sorts. It looked to be futile, however, as his shoulders drooped with a sigh.
āThey usually just hang around outside while I work,ā he said. Then, he checked his phone. āNo reply yet.ā
āWe could split up,ā you suggested.
He hummed, mulling it over. āI donāt think youād be able to find your way around here, teach. No offense.ā
āNone taken.ā You pulled out your own phone and opened the maps app. āAnd, I can just use this to navigate.ā
āOh, teach, uh, the app doesnāt really have an accurate read of the roads here, not since two years ago.ā Kevin sounded apologetic, as if he were the lazy developers behind the app. āBut maybe you could stay here and search the main market street? Iāll go around the back and check out the neighborhood.ā
You hadnāt seen Kevin exercise this much agency in class. You were surprised but quite impressed. Of course, you nodded to his idea.
āLetās meet up back here when youāve found Maxine,ā you said, pocketing your phone again. āAnd Iāll call you when I find them.ā
āDamn, teach, youāre doing all this for us, huh?ā
It was said like a joke, but you threw back at him a genuine smile, whichāthough you wouldnāt admit itāactually made you feel bad about all the times you didnāt go to such lengths for a student.
āItās my job,ā you asserted.
His eyes softly smiled at you before he went off, jogging away into the crowd. He was tall enough that you could still spot him all the way until he turned a corner. You felt positive heād be alright. This was his home turf, after all, which then brought your mind back to your mission in all this. It was your first time in one of the smaller boroughs of the city, and it wasnāt at all what you had expected. Rather than some quaint, homely residential streets, youāve been met with a buzz that was louder than most shopping centers youāve been to at the capital.
But that was enough dilly-dallying. You started trekking the sidewalk, keeping your head to the side as you looked through the shop windows while trying your best to avoid potholes and other people. But, every now and then, youād stop to scan the crowd to your other sideāas much as you could see of it anyway. Sadly, the diners, clothing stores, general merchandise, and other shops you passed by all had one thing in common: No Maxine. Meanwhile, Kevin was yet to report back, so you assumed he had no progress either.
You stopped to sit on a bench to catch your breath. The breather pack was still beyond uncomfortable now that youāve had it on for a while. The air you were inhaling smelled even more synthetic than what you were used to in the capital. Normally, the instinct was to take the breather pack off to try and smell the more organic air around you, but when you saw the hazy scene before you, it didnāt seem to be much of a choice.
Your mind drifted off once more to the siblings. In class, youāve come to know them as this iconic duo. After all, it wasnāt every school year you got to meet an 18-year-old who was classmates with his 12-year-old sibling. Anecdotes from their past advisor had nothing but good things to say about them, except for Kevinās proclivity to often be missing from class and Maxineās vulnerability to social exclusion. For the latter, you assumed it was because of the age gap. When you met your class at the start of the school year though, you noticed how Maxine never really strayed from their brother. But even with all that timidness, you saw how bright they were in class discussions. Their endless curiosity would let you find them spending vacant hours just sitting at their desk with their nose buried in a textbook, usually about zoology which was their strongest subject. Meanwhile, their older brother, a towering bundle of life and laughter, would be sitting right next to them, either chatting with his friends or reviewing for a test. When it was the latter, youād spot him occasionally tapping Maxine on the shoulder, and the two looked as if the younger kid was tutoring the older one.
The two gave off a very warm energy together, and it always felt like you were looking at an incomplete puzzle when you saw one without the other. Unfortunately, this did happen a lot. You were aware Kevin was a working student, so you were giving him considerations and even talking some of the stricter teachers into letting the kid have breathing room, too. It only worked sometimes, though. Still, you saw how Kevin was just as determined as everyone else to graduate. Even a high school diploma would get any 18-year-old a better-paying job than part-time shifts at a local restaurant, so you thought that was the motivation.
You were aware of the situation the Siazons were in, in terms of how much they actually told you, and you never sensed that they were lying when they said they were getting by well enough. But seeing how dog-tired Kevin looked at the diner earlier, you were more than disappointed in yourself for just taking that claim at face value.
āWhen the kids say theyāre fine, thereās no need to look into it further. Itās a waste of time and money,ā the top brass had told you during your orientation. If thatās what they tell every teacher they hire, then no wonder the school was so mediocre.
āAlright, (Y/N), youāve rested enough,ā you said as you stood up, āLetās get back to it.ā
You readjusted the breather pack and turned back to the sidewalk. Then, two stores over, you were standing in front of a butcherās shop. Its sign was flipped to show that it was closed, but, through its still-open windows, you saw the manager talking to an employee who looked way too young to be working there. They were both looking at their phones, the manager tapping away until he held the device up for Maxine to look at the screen. They stared quizzically.
āWhat? You expectinā more, huh,ā the beefy-looking manager barked, āWell, you emptied trash cans and scrubbed blood off the floor. Aināt nothing to break a sweat over, plus you aināt a real employee, so quit complaining and beat it, kid.ā
You watched as Maxine stood there for a second longer. You thought they wouldāve argued back. Instead, they made their way to the back of the shop. They were probably heading out to leave. So you quickly shot Kevin a text, telling him the name of the store. Then, you walked over to the other end of the storefront. It seemed the backdoor opened into an alley lined with dumpsters that were either filled to the brim or overflowing. You almost stepped out to call Maxine, but your gut told you to keep observing just a little bit longer.
They were now standing next to a utility bike that seemed too tall for them, and they were still in their school uniform. But, on top of their black slacks and white school polo shirt, Maxine wore an apron sullied with grime and dried blood. Their jet-black hair, which they usually wore in braided twin-tails, was tied up in a messy bun. Like Kevin and a lot of other people in the area, they werenāt wearing a breather pack or a mask. Most striking, though, was the stress on their face that made them look almost 10 years older than they were.
It took a while for the realization to hit you. Maxine is only 12 years old. The cityās minimum working age is 16, with no exceptions.
You shouldāve stopped them right there and then, but you had to watch, out of curiosity, when Noah took their dirty apron off and stuffed it in the bike basket from which they pulled out a green delivery courier cap.
āMaxine,ā you called out as you stepped into the alley.
The kid jumped and almost stumbled as they turned around towards you. āMx. (Y/SN)? What are you doing here?ā
āI was really worried about you, Maxine,ā you said as you approached. āWhen you said you were only absent because you keep getting sick, well, I just couldnāt bring myself to believe that point-blankāgut feelings, yāknow.ā
You saw them bite their lip. āBut I was, Mx.ā
āI talked to Kevin about it, and he said youāve never been sick at all recently.ā At that, Maxineās eyes widened, then their gaze fell to the side guiltily. You softened your voice. āIām not mad, Maxine. But now Iām even more concerned to know the real reason youāve been absent.ā
They sighed and began to answer, only to be cut off by heavy footsteps coming in fast from the other end of the alley. There were no lights apart from the one over the two of you, and all you could briefly make out at the dark end was a hulking figure running towards you. So, instinctively, you stepped in front of Maxine and pushed them behind you protectively.
Turns out, it was just Kevin, panting heavily through his mask before he ripped it off, sweat dripping down his face. He mustāve been running the entire way here from wherever he was in the borough. Still, as exhausted as he looked, his face erupted into a relieved smile as he saw Maxine.
The kid stepped out from behind you. āKuya, Iāā
They were interrupted again as their brother pulled them in for a tight hug. You stepped away to give them space and listened quietly.
āJusko, Maxine,ā Kevin exasperated, āAlalang-ala kami ni Lola! What are you even doing here, ha?ā
Maxine said, sounding both defeated and stubborn, āI overheard you and Lola talking about the bills two weeks ago.ā
Kevin sighed. āYouāve been skipping class to work, havenāt you?ā
Maxine didnāt answer.
āI told you, ako nang bahala, Max,ā their brother continued, āYou donāt have toāā
āBut I just wanted to help!ā
āAnd, what about school, ha? Teach here said weāre in the same boat now,ā Kevin fumed. āYou canāt not graduate, Max. What would Lola say?ā
āIkaw rin naman,ā Maxine contested, āIf the two of us were both working, you wouldnāt have to keep skipping classes!ā
āMaxāā
The younger Siazon kept on reasoning. Youāve never seen them so stubborn before.
āSasabihan na nga kita sana mamaya, eh. I just wanted to make enough money to buy Lolaās meds this month.ā They turned their phone on and opened what you assumed was a payment service app. Then, Maxine shoved their phone into Kevinās hand. āAnd I did. So, you donāt have to work during weekdays next week.ā
Kevin stared at the screen for a moment, handed back Maxineās phone, then peeled his jacket off to drape it over his sibling. It looked like a blanket on the latter.
āYou shouldāve told me,ā Kevin said. There was no trace of anger in his voice.
āI was going to. Tonight,ā Maxine asserted, āSabi nga ni Lola, ādi ba? Tulungan tayo.ā
At that moment, you were reminded of a similar argument you once had with your dad back in your college days. What you thought was a responsible decision, your dad thought should not have even been considered in the first place. He told you to keep focusing on your studies and to let him worry about the money. As a parent, it was his responsibility to provide for you, no matter what it took.
Thatās how Kevin sounded, and what heād been acting like the entire night. A parent.
But it was clear that Maxine wanted a brother.
Kevin let out what sounded like half a chuckle and half a sigh as he draped his arm around Maxineās shoulder. He turned them around so they were both facing you.
āSorry about that, Teach,ā he said. āAnd, sorry you had to go out all this way.ā
Beside him, Maxine nodded. āAnd, Iām sorry for lying about the absences.ā
Youād almost forgotten about that, to be honest. So you said, āThe medical certificates were validated, so thereās no disciplinary issues to incur here.ā
While Maxine looked rather confused, Kevin was grateful. āThank you, Mx. (Y/SN),ā he smiled, āWeāve got it from here.ā
āOh, not so fast, Siazons.ā
Concern flashed over their faces. The resemblance had never been stronger. Then, you felt bad for worrying them.
āWhat would you recommend around here,ā you asked. āWeāll grab dinner, and you can take some home for your grandmother, too.ā
"Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did"
a little action x reincarnation au (with a twist) brought to you by Timeless by Taylor Swift because i assigned that song to my partner's OC pair from Avatar (idk if Coda has a tumblr but i will update this with his username if he does)
anywho, meant to be just PragerSpence but my poly heart yearned for just a tiny bit of ot3 (JaPragerSpence) in some form :) i love them dearly and i regret not writing them until now
Disclaimer: The Na'vi is called "hostiles" by Prager here. No, I do not believe that they should literally be described with such prejudiced language. I only used it in the parts where it appears because those parts are written from the perspective of an RDA soldier who would, more likely than not, hold such beliefs against the Na'vi. I don't condone using derogatory words such as 'hostiles' to call the Na'vi like the RDA does in the movie. Personally, I don't see them that way either, and I wrote those parts simply to fit Prager's perspective.
Mercs and soldiers ran down the hall towards the hangar, all geared up and ready to head out to battle at a moment's notice. Their heavy footsteps were like thunder to Prager, who was marching off in the opposite direction.Ā
Ever since Quaritch declared all-out war with the natives, something was boiling deep inside Prager's stomach. It made him queasy, almost lightheaded if he really focused on it. Only something very specific would alleviate the feeling. Prager was walkingārunning nowāto where he knew this something would be.
His gut had been telling him something bad was going to happen. That something was going to happen to her.
More soldiers were piling out of the armoury when he arrived, but he pushed through the crowd, invigorated more so when he sighted the familiar, bright red ponytail he'd been looking for for the past 20 minutes. Prager grabbed the person's arm and whipped her around to face him.
"Oh, geez, Prager, it's just you. What are you doin' here," Spence asked, rightfully confused, "You're supposed to be gearin' up in your AMP!"
Unable to ignore that twisted feeling in his stomach, Prager let the urgency in her voice fly over his head. He answered, "I need to tell you something, Spence."
His grip on her arm was tight. Spence had noticed that much. Normally, she wouldn't take so lightly of Prager acting out of protocol, but the storm brewing in his eyes gave him away. Spence put a reassuring hand on Prager's, and she mustered up a smile, one warm enough despite the circumstances.
"You can tell me after we come back, alright?"
"Please, it's important," he asserted, "I don't thinkā"
"We'll have time for it over cold beer and dinner." She gave him three pats on the hand. "Now, come on. They need all hands on deck for this one."
There was no getting through with her, he figured. With a sigh, Prager let go of her arm and nodded.
"Alright," he said.
He turned back towards the exit, but Spence grabbed his arm, just like he did, and gave it a squeeze. When he looked back at her, Prager saw her smiling up at him, bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks blurring out everything else in sight.
"I'm curious still, y'know," she said tautly, as if her tongue was itching to say something else. It wasāunbeknownst to him. But she never pressed on, just added, "So, don't die on me, 'kay?"
Prager managed a smile even though his stomach just did a flip. "Copy that."
āāāāāāāā
Prager waited alongside the ground troops, anticipating the natives to come in droves while still tuning in intently to their squad's radio. He communicated almost religiously to his corporal up until the enemy arrived.
The ground troops rained bullets on the few waves of hostiles that charged in on horseback. Prager had to pretend like he wasn't at all fazed as people at either side of him were getting shot down with those pesky arrows. But for every RDA merc that went down, three or four natives fell to the ground. Prager was not about to become complacent though. He kept the trigger, rearing his guns wherever he saw blue coming in from the foliage, from behind the trees.
The natives weren't getting anywhere near them, it seemed. A technologically-powered barrage against their medieval, solo target weapons? It was just common sense.
Against the muted thunder of raining bullets, his comms suddenly crackled. A single, desperate voice came through.
"Jamesā!"
Then Spence's line went dead.
Prager's hand flew to his neck. He pressed down hard on the tiny, metal button, and called out in a single, ragged breath.
"Phoebe!"
But he could not wait for a response. Beside him, Lyle ordered a charge. The ground troops charged.
Prager was a seasoned soldier. He's fought in war zones, and kept his focus sharp as a needle while he did. But the scene before him now was suddenly a blur. A bloody, chaotic blur bombarded by choppers dropping bombs on the battlefield. Meanwhile, his aim was just running wild. He was still hitting the enemy, but those were just blind shots.
Spence called out to him. Her voice screamed his name. Prager wanted nothing more than to turn back, look for where she was. People can survive helicopter crashes, right?
But if she didn't surviveā¦
Prager grounded himself as best as he could, and the battlefield came into crisp focus. In front of him, the enemy was retreating, fleeing deeper into the forest in swathes of blue. These peopleā¦ Hostilesā¦ They killed Spence and everyone in that chopper with her, along with many of his brothers and sisters at arms.
Prager flexed his fingers, then tightened them. The mechanical arms that mirrored his own were now tightly holding the machine gun in its hands.
Make them pay.
A new wave of shots was fired, one fuelled by white hot rage unparalleled in Prager's entire life. Not when his father hit his mom, not when his brother bailed out on them, not when his mom so flimsily excused the bruises that never afforded young James a good night's rest.
The fight was no longer about the war between the RDA and some alien race. Not for Prager, at least.
When the last of the natives had either fled or dropped dead, finally, Prager stopped. His entire body trembled with aftershocks of his anger that was yet to die downāit was only just simmering for now.
Behind him, the rest of the ground troops had stopped, too. Lyle said something about keeping an eye out for a second wave. The ground started shaking, then more and more so with every passing second.
Prager looked up. All he saw was a swirl of greens, blues, and purples. It was coming right at him.
āāāāāāāā
A spike of pain covering his entire chest woke James up into a state of shock and panic. He sat up and looked at his hands. Gone were the bizarre, metal things that ran up to his fingers, and all he found was a thin coat of cold sweat. The rest of his body was covered in it, too.
A shrill ringing startled James even more. He whipped to his bedside table and frantically grabbed the phone. The lit up screen read an unusual date.
8:30 AM ā August 1, 2052
James opted to turn the alarm off. He only had two seconds to get his wits about him when a groan came from beside him. The sheets that laid and bunched up on the base of his stomach and carried onto an unidentified lump next to him rustled slowly. Then, James saw the red hair.
"Babe, what's gotten you so startled," she yawned adorably, "Had a nightmare?"
A good 5 seconds after that was spent by Prager just staring at Phoebe. It was just enough time for her to gather her wits about her.
"Is there somā"
James cut her off with a hug, which was more like a squeeze, to be specific. The sick feeling in his stomach, the tight knot in his chest, the constant pulsing in his headā¦ it all faded within seconds as he sank into her embrace and Phoebe pulled him in deeper.
"Well, it sounds like it was awful," she said while rubbing his back. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Instead of answering, James threw at her his own question. "Phoebe, what do you think dreams are?"
Phoebe's hands stopped moving, and they just laid still on the broad of his back. Without pulling away, James knew she had the most adorable pout on her lips. She always did that when she was thinking, no matter how deep in thought she was.
"Well, I read the other day that dreams are, like, snippets of another life. Past or future." Hints of interest lightly laced her tone. She continued, "It's a pretty cool idea. Cooler than dreams just being recycled shit of our everyday life because I've had some weird ass dreams."
James hummed. Then he pulled away. His hands slid down to Phoebe's, and he held them gently.
Phoebe's lips cracked into the brightest, warmest smile. She cradled his cheek in one hand, and James leaned in.
With the voice of a gentle spring breeze, she answered, "As long as we keep meeting, I'd pick you in every lifetime, Jamie."
Then she kissed him softly, smiling into his lips. James kissed her back, smiling just the same.
"And I wouldn't waste a second to tell you how much I love you."
Just as James was about to say something to that, the door flew wide open.
"Enough sappy shit, you two," Alexander boomed as he stood in the doorway with nothing but an apron and a proud smirk on his face, "Breakfast is served!"
"You were twitching a lot in your sleep," Alexander said. "Everything okay?"
James nodded. "Just a little nightmare. I've already forgotten about it."
That was true. For a moment, James truly tried to rack his brain to retrieve any sliver of memory. Yet, there was nothing. Dreams were fleeting, the memory of them even more so. If this one was meant to be forgotten, then James would let it be.
i wrote this months ago, just never got to posting it ('cus i keep forgetting lol my bad) this is also my second smut fic after the one i posted on ao3 (that one was horrible imo) and i kept going back to rewrite things as practice for smut writing
is this self-indulgent? absolutely, so if some things aren't your cup of tea, well it is what it is
also, this takes place pre-canon so both characters are humans
tags: fingering, teasing, food play? (i'm not sure but there's a lollipop), dirty talk, slight scent kink, finger-licking good (IM SORRY BUT I HAD TO MAKE THE JOKE), nicknames, established canon x nb!oc relationship, pre-canon
word count: 1251
P.S. Z mentions her 'cock'āthat's her strap; i'm an avid fan of calling strap-ons 'cocks' because it's fun
Z littered Noah's neck shoulder with hickies and love bites, snickering every time she heard them suck in a sharp breath through teeth that gritted around the lollipop stick. Her fingers were unrelenting, alternating between rubbing their slick folds and flicking their clit. All motions were slow and teasing, unbearably so for Noahāevident in the way they scratched at her shoulder and bucked their hipsābut it was absolute pleasure for Z seeing the way Noah writhed under her mercy, their bashfulness increased by the fact that they couldn't close their legs tight. If anyone were to walk through Noah's door right now, they'd see just how lewd they were with Z's hand spreading their left thigh open, her right leg intertwined with Noah's own to hold it wide open in the other direction, and her fingers making an absolute mess of their pussy.
The lollipop in their mouth was doing well to muffle Noah's moans as they sucked fervently on it. Z found it cute how obedient Noah was. "If that candy falls out of your mouth, I'll stop," she'd said moments ago. Since then, there'd been a handful of times when Noah would gasp in pleasure, only to buck their head forward and clamp their lips down on the lollipop stick before it fell out.
As they laid their head on her shoulder, breath shaking and slipping through gritted teeth, Z licked up the sweet drool trailing down on Noah's chin, then kissed the corner of their mouth. She teased their clit, pinching it just enough to elicit another jolt from Noah's already quivering body.
"Oh, you like it when I play with it, don't you," Z cooed in their ear as she kept her fingers focused on that extremely sensitive nub of nerves.
Noah answered with a whimper. Z started moving her fingers even slower, applying more pressure to her touch. It drove Noah insane, their eyes rolling back almost completely into their sockets, their breath hitching noisilyāalmost like they were hissing.
Then Z prodded their entrance with two fingers. She got real close to their ear and whispered, "Baby, do you remember if we locked the door?"
Noah shook their head. "I-I didn't expectā¦ things to g-go like thisā¦"
"Well," Z chuckled, almost sinisterly, "Let's just hope no one walks in to see my knuckles up your pussy~"
Z shoved in two long digits, pumped them in and out at a rate she knew would make Noah lose it. Lose it, they didāthe lollipop, that is. A moan barged out through their lips, pulling their tongue along with it, and pushing the candy out in the process. But unlike what she'd promised, Z just kept going with her fingers. She took her hand off of Noah's thigh, which stayed in its place, then she caught the candy by the stick, and placed it back on Noah's tongue. The latter rolled it back into their mouth, sucking on it desperately. It acted like a flimsy stopper to all the sounds they'd otherwise be singing at the moment. The walls of the sleeping quarters were thick, but Noah never tried to take a chance on it. They wouldn't start now.
They shifted their head and slightly pressed their nose against Z's neck. The musk of her sweat turned the pleasure up a few notches for them, and so did the hand that gripped their neck just tight enough.
Meanwhile, another finger had entered their cunt, stretching out its wet, convulsing walls. Z found that softer spot in the tissue and pressed her fingers into it in undulating intervals. Oh, that was vile of her, and she knew that damn well. The squelching that came as she kept driving her fingers up Noah's pussy was turning her on so much, as well as Noah's muffled cries and whimpers.
Noah clawed Z's shoulder, forming what would later be another trophy for the soldier, just a few more scratches showing how good she made them feel. It told Z everything she needed to know. She tightened her hold on Noah's throat, chuckling as they mewled.Ā
"Cum on my fingers, baby," Z spurred on, "I want you dripping all over my hand~"
Her voice to Noah was what ambrosia was to gods. Z kept talking dirty in their ear, whispering lewd, sinful strings of words that helped push Noah closer and closer to the edge. They were tightroping that fine line as Z's pace stayed relentless, determined.
In. Out.
"You're so fucking wet down here, baby~ Your cute little pussy's so noisy, too."
In. Out.
"Gonna lick you up clean after this~"
In. Out.
"Then, I'm gonna fuck you with my cock and make a mess of you all over again."
Inā
As Noah gave that tell-tale sign of orgasmāa violent buck of their hips as their legs jerked and tensed, toes curling around the sheets while their nails raked her skin anewāZ pulled the lollipop out of their mouth with her teeth, spat it onto the floor, and muffled their euphoria with her own lips. Noah moaned as they kissed her back, gripping onto her as sparks went off in their head like firecrackers on New Year's Eve. With all three fingers still inside them, Z made clawing motions and cupped her palm over their sex as they came. That feeling of Noah squirting on her hand felt extremely gratifying.
Z kept moving her fingers, pace now slowing down as Noah came down from their high. Both were breathless as they broke away from each other. Pleasure and pride thrummed through Z's veins as she saw Noah's blown out pupils, glazed over expression, and agape lips; as she listened to a shaky mix of panting and whimpering, her dedicated nickname thrown in earned Noah another sultry kiss.
Moments later, Z pulled her fingers out. They were coated all over in Noah's juices. Z licked them in one slow, broad stroke of her tongue, staring back into Noah's hazy eyes as she did.
"So delicious, as always," she smirked. "Now, tongue out for me, baby~"
Noah did as they were told, and Z placed her slicked up fingers on their tongue. Even without a cue, they started licking. Z silently watched with lust bubbling in the pits of her stomach. She let Noah lick her fingers a few more times before she gave in to the urge to pull them in by the neck, lips crashing into each other yet again, tongues rolling over each other as they made out noisily over the next few moments.
Finally, in need of air, Noah pulled away first. They had to gather their wits about them, but they were met with an intense gaze. In their mind, they did a weak job of filtering out the unspeakable things they wanted Z to do to them right then. They spoke as they panted, voice trembling with every word, "Loveā¦My break'sā¦almost overā¦"
"Shhh, don't worry, baby~" Z kissed Noah's neck before moving them off her and pushing them down onto the bed. "I'll have you back at the lab on time~"Ā
"Butā"
"Do you think you'll be able to focus if we stop now?" She raised their legs up on her shoulders and took a distant whiff of their sex. The gears of carnal desire began accelerating in Z's head once more.
Meanwhile, Noah had flushed red at her question, and Z considered it answered. She kissed Noah's inner thigh, smirking into their skin.
[PART 2] shameless recoms Z-Dog and Walker x AFAB reader smut
NSFW (minors dni)
here's part 1
THIS IS LONG OVERDUE, and it's been cooking for weeks! But, I finally finished it! I'd like this to be my coming out post as a Walker and Z-Dog enthusiast.
P.S. I call their straps 'cocks' because as I was looking up reference works for this kind of smut, I noticed that was a thing in some of the stuff I read. Also, some of the tags might not be everyone's cup of tea, but if you know you're not into those but you still clicked and you ended up not liking it, well that's on you bestie.
(yes it's a crime that Walker's pic here is not HD, I'M SORRY FOR THAT- but i rlly like how she looks here [not what she's doing, just to be clear])
Z gently pushed you off her, then she got off the bed. You watched with lustful, bated breath as the two put on their strap-ons. Walker's was curved and girthy and Z's was straight and ribbed. Both were roughly 13-inches long. You felt your pussy throb as you stared up at them, shamelessly pleading with your eyes.
They stood by the bed. Walker motioned for you to get closer. When you did, she lightly slapped her cock against your cheek.
"Suck it," she ordered, "Then you'll do the same for Z."
You nodded, took the base of her cock in your hand, and kissed the tip of her. "Yes, daddy~"Ā
You licked the length of her cock a few times before slowly taking her in your mouth, inch by inch. You couldn't fit the last 4 inches, but that didn't seem to be a problem for either woman. They watchedāsmug, pleasured expressions plastered on their faceāas you sucked on Walker's cock, bobbing your head up and down the shaft with Z pushing you along. You were staring up at Walker the entire time, feeling wildly turned on at how she looked down at you, lust brimming in those half-lidded, feline eyes of hers.
"What a good little bitch," she smirked, licking her lips. "Now, switch."
You felt Z pulling you off of Walker. The next second, you had your mouth full of her ribbed cock. Like it was second nature, you immediately started swirling your tongue around it, as if to memorise every protrusion on its surface.Ā
Meanwhile, Walker got down on the bed beside you. Having to guess at what she was going to do thrilled you. As Z was having fun pushing you down on her cockābasically, fucking your faceāyou felt Walker rubbing your ass as she kissed, licked, and bit your cheeks. Too soon, she pulled away, and you moaned needily, mouth still full with Z.
Walker smacked your wriggling ass and chuckled, "You're as impatient as ever, sugar."
"Slut," Z snickered, tugging at a fistful of your hair.
You heard a pop. Then something cold and wet dripped just at the crack of your butt.
Walker started rubbing the lube onto your tight hole, and soon enough she started slowly pushing an even more generously lubed pinky into you.
"Does it hurt, sweetheart?"
Z pulled herself out of your mouth to let you answer. "No," you panted, "Keep going please~"
Walker added a second finger. She twisted her wrist as she slowly pumped her digits in and out, putting more lube on every so often.
Z sat next to you, opposite of Walker, and started kissing up and down your side. She had one hand massaging and teasing your tits, while the other found its way back to your sex. Two fingers then gently circled your clit.
Fuck, they were just gods in bed, and you, their helpless little subject. You cried out needily, and Walker added a third finger.
"Good job, sweetheart," she crooned, planting a kiss on your ass, "You're taking daddy's fingers up your ass perfectly~"
"You ready, baby?" Z asked with her lips against your skin.
You took your sweet time relishing the feeling of Walker lovingly prepping you. Even just that felt like heaven already, but you still wanted more. You knew they wanted more.
You nodded.
"Words, doll."
"Yes, daddy, I'm ready~"
Walker left one more hickey on your ass. "Such a good, obedient sweetheart," she smirked, smacking your cheek before she left the bed.
Z lied back on the bed and easily pulled you on top of her. She held the tip of her cock to your sopping cunt and rubbed it at your entrance. You moaned, tongue lolling as you did.
"You look so fucking hot like that," she chuckle. Then she grabbed your waist and pushed all inches up into you in one, smooth stroke. Z and Walker relished in the loud moan you just let out. Had their cocks not been synthetic, they'd be hard as steel just from that.
It was Walker's turn now. She slapped your ass, eyes glued on your cheek as it jiggled.
"Shake your ass for me, sugar~"
You blindly followed, letting Z slightly stir up your insides as you wiggled your hips. You could feel Walker's starving gaze following your movement. It turned you on and you kept at it until you felt her hand on your ass.
"Ugh, come on, Walker," Z said, rolling her eyes, "You can literally stare at their ass all you want while we fuck."
"Don't rush me. This was my idea," Walker snarked playfully, "I get to decide when we start fucking their brains out~"
Walker rubbed more lube onto her cock. Thanks to that and her generous prepping, you felt her slowly slide right inside you, spreading your insides apart. No snagging, no pain. You moaned to let her know.
They started at a moderate pace, alternating so you were never not stuffed full at any moment. Walker had one hand on your waist, the other gripping your ass as she grinded her hips into you. Z held the other side of your waist, her other hand kneading your tits one at a time. Her hips bucked up into you with a gradually increasing speed.
They upped their pace bit by bit, and soon they were fucking you relentlessly in sync. The sounds of skin slapping and your shameless moans echoed in the room. Everything they did, everything you heard only stoked the fire burning in your core. Walker gave up on your waistāZ quickly replaced her handāand held your head up by the hair, making sure you couldn't muffle yourself by burying your face in the other's neck. Tongue out, you panted like a dog and moaned with their every thrust into you.
Pleased with her view of your lewd display, Z rewarded you with a faster pace. "I want you looking just like that when we make you cum over and over," she rasped, squeezing your waist.
"The things I wanna do to this bitch of ours," Walker chuckled, "This tight little ass of yours is mine, and don't you forget that, sugar~"
You were barely registering their words when all you could feel was them driving cock into your holes. "Daddy," you whined, "Wanna cum~ please~!"
"Not yet."
You whimpered, turned on by their unified order but frustrated by it as well. "Please," you cried out, repeating between moans.
They slowed down, to your frustration, and took their sweet time pulling almost all the way out, then burying themselves inside you at the same time.
"You like that, sugar," Walker crooned as she licked a long stripe up your back. "Having your daddies' cocks stuffed inside you~"
"Mhm~ I love it so much~ Let me cum on them please, daddy~"
"Again, baby," Z sighed, "I love it when you beg like that."
No ounce of shame was still left in your system. You fought back against Walker's grip to lean into Z's ear. "Please can I cum on your cock, daddy~?"
That surely sparked something in Z because she started picking up her pace again, soon fucking up into you mercilessly and telling you to keep moaning in her ear.Ā
Each woman had her favourite part of sex, and this was clearly Z's. Not like you had any other choice either, as she had gripped your hair and made sure your wanton moans would slide straight into her ear.
You were screaming as you came a 3rd time, only to get muffled by Z herself as she raised your head to snatch your lips with hers. Neither of them stopped grinding into you as you moaned into Z's mouth, core twitching as you came. Her tongue so effortlessly rolling against yours, only adding to the bliss of the moment.
But while you felt yourself reaching clarity for a moment as Z slowed to a stop, Walker was still at a constant relaxed pace behind you. With every passing second though, she was speeding up.
"You two are just cute," she teased, "My turn now~"
Z pulled out of you and shifted closer to the wall behind her. Then Walker pushed your head down on the bed. She propped your ass up and started building a monstrous pace. It left you no room to think, almost none to breathe, your breath hitching every time she pushed inside you.
"I won't stop fucking you until you lose that pretty voice of yours," she growled into your ear and pulled your tail, "So moan for daddy like the good little bitch you are."
It wasn't gonna take you long to reach a fourth climax, your mind and insides still reeling from the one you hadn't even gotten down from. Drool dribbled down onto the sheets as you were unable to ever close your mouth again as Walker thrusted over and over into your tight holeāgiving zero fucks to how hard she pounded into you or how heavy her hand was as she striked and grabbed your cheek.
Shortly, she stopped spanking you, her striking hand grabbing your waist and pulling you into her hips. Then she reached to your front, sadistically flicking your clit as if drilling into your ass wasn't enough stimulation. You cried out, so close to tipping over the edge again.
"Cum into my hand, sugar~"
Goosebumps.
All you could think of to save face was to shove it into the bed to muffle your blissful cries as your gut convulsed. Walker quickly shoved a finger inside you just to feel the way your dripping insides spasmed and throbbed.
Then you fell limp on the bed, your bruised ass lazily pushed up into the air. As she pulled out of you, Walker gave it a final, resounding slap.
"Good job, sweetheart," she snickered as she squeezed your cheek.
Z hooked her finger under your chin and made you look at her and her sly little grin.
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āThe aura of impregnability, power and self-confidence that accompanied Zdinarsk in human form, in the body of the recombinant increased significantly. But even though she looks tougher and rougher now, her breath is still stuttering when Walker just touches her.ā
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First, Walker deserves more attention. Secondly, while reviewing The Way of Water once again, I came up with the idea of āāa tattoo that the Z-Dog could have. This drabble is a combination of the these two points.
I want to admit that I like Walker more than Z-dog, she seems so comfortable. I think she looks like the same āmomā in the company who looks after everyone and behaves quite strictly, but at the right moment she can become affectionate and kind. She will help you make a serious decision and bring you a blanket and cocoa when, if you get sick
