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jinwoosungs · 2 months

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slow dancing in the dark.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ when i’m around slow dancing in the dark | don’t follow me, you’ll end up in my arms. }

there was an indescribable pain felt in the pit of your stomach when you saw jinwoo dancing together with hae-in.

chairman go gunhee had decided to hold a ball of some sort, wishing to celebrate the powerful hunters worldwide as he booked the ballroom of a luxurious hotel for this occasion. being a well known a-rank healer, of course you were invited as well.

but what you weren’t expecting was to see jinwoo entering the party with hae-in hanging on to his arm.

and oh, how the paparazzi basked in their grand entrance!

cameras flash, taking different angles and what seemed like a million photographs of jinwoo with hae-in. while jinwoo was dressed in a cream colored suit that seemed to fit him to perfection, hae-in complemented him by wearing her own sleek dressed colored in gentle, peach hues.

the sight of them together made you hold on to your flask of champagne in a tighter manner, nearly breaking the glass as your eyes began to shine with unshed tears.

sung jinwoo didn’t know this, but you had been in love with him ever since you first laid eyes on him. if you had ever admitted such feelings to anyone else, they would have immediately assumed that you developed such feelings when he had gotten stronger, as an s-rank-

but they would be wrong. in fact, you were proud to admit that you had loved him even when he was a mere e-rank hunter.

you were certain that he didn’t remember you, but back then, when he was known as the weakest in the world, you had saved him from a similar near death experience.

the gate was merely a c level gate, and it had gone awry when jinwoo and his then teammates came across a monster den. it was the sheer numbers that ended up overwhelming the team, and when it became too much for them to handle, they left jinwoo behind the moment his chest got pierced by one of the beast’s claws.

they didn’t even bother to heal him, and it wasn’t until you were called in as backup with your own team to continue raiding the gate that you found jinwoo at such a devastating state.

you ignore everything else surrounding you, seeing the deep wound against his chest as the beast made a tear against his signature blue hoodie. blood was pouring from his parted lips, yet still, you simply brush back his hair before placing palm of your hand against his bleeding chest.

your stomach churned at the sensation of warm blood felt against the palm of your hand, but you powered through and allowed your healing aura to surround him in a pale, golden glow. within minutes, his dire wound begins to close up, the blood ceasing its flow as his breathing took on a more relaxed and less labored state.

you would never forget the tears of happiness that poured from his stormy eyes, his sweet voice thanking you over and over again, filling you with a warmth you had not felt in a while.

and after leading him back to the safety of the real world, you made a promise to yourself to always watch over him and remain by his side, healing him from the worst the gates had planned for him.

what you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly grow stronger, seeming to take on high level dungeons as he seemed to level up little by little each and every day. while working at the association, you made note of how he lost his lanky form, filling out almost too well as he swapped his inexpensive clothes with pristine dress shirts and suits that he managed to fill perfectly.

he was taller, and his face lost its usual roundness-

but what always remained the same was the gentle hue of his grey eyes-

and those same eyes were looking down at hae-in with such a fondness that made your breath hitch almost painfully in response.

yet you refused to cry at such a public occasion, choosing instead to drain the rest of your champagne while slamming the empty glass against your table. the moment you could hear the beginnings of a sweet love song began to play was when you excused yourself from the party.

you attended the ball by yourself, being filled with a foolish hope that jinwoo would ask you to dance-

that he too, had come alone to such a party.

yet clearly, that wasn’t the case the moment he enters the ballroom with the gorgeous s-rank hunter practically clinging to him. the memory of them dancing together being enough to make your throat close.

within minutes, you escape the stifling atmosphere of the party and head out into the grand balcony, greedily breathing in the cold air as you felt the skirt of your dress swaying in tune with the wind. you felt a strange comfort, basking in the vastness of the night sky while closing your eyes in response to the gentle winds, allowing it to caress you as you imagined it being akin to a lover’s touch.

“i was not expecting such a lovely flower to be out here by herself.”

a rich voice was heard, and you felt a strange sense of hope filling you-

only to be met with the man known as the hero of china-

liu zhigang.

“oh, h-hello, sir.” you were not expecting the handsome man to actually take the time to learn your language in order to properly communicate with you, and you were left feeling flustered all while brushing back your stray strands of hair.

liu seems amused by your reaction, coming closer to you while gently caressing at your cheek.

“you are disappointed to see me?”

your throat turns dry, but you immediately shake your head in response to his question.

“n-no sir! it’s just, i didn’t expect to see you and have you talking to me, that’s all.”

you hear him let out a rich chuckle, deep, golden eyes looking at you with a tender expression you had never seen before. “there’s no need to lie to me. come, let this poor man assuage you of your heartache.”

not even waiting for your response, liu zhigang takes you in his arms all while gently swaying to the music. you were mesmerized, captivated by his masculine beauty-

but you found that your heart couldn’t quite race for him, not like it did for jinwoo.

liu simply chuckles in response, gently taking a hold of your head as he allows you to rest it against his chest.

“you love him, the pompous s-rank hunter who beat thomas andre half to death?”

you could feel your face turn hotter in response, giving liu a nod.

“yes, you could tell, sir?”

you listen to the sounds of his laughter, still swaying you within his arms as you simply follow his movements, surprised to find that you were still having fun despite the heartache that you felt.

“any man could see it from a mile away.”

liu was still laughing, and you saw him stop moving while keeping you in his arms. he lets out what sounds like a curse in his mother tongue, eyes locked in on someone behind you.

“don’t lose hope just yet, my lovely flower. for that cocky asshole may be feeling some type of ways for you, too.”

you let out a gasp, finally turning around to see jinwoo himself adjusting his tie, eyes already glowing a startling purple hue as he takes quicks strides towards you and liu.

“if he breaks your heart, you know where to find me, my lovely flower.”

with that last whisper against your ear, the chinese hunter lets go of you just as jinwoo approaches you, already sizing up the man with his fists clenched close to his sides.

“mind if i intervene…?”

jinwoo asks liu out of courtesy, but you could tell from the intensity of his eyes and the forceful tone of his voice that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

liu steps away with a smirk, holding up his hands in mock defeat. “by all means, go on. if that’s the case, i shall keep your own date company.”

“go ahead, just leave her alone.” jinwoo practically snarls while keeping a protective arm wrapped around you. liu ends up letting out a rich chuckle, giving you one last wink before disappearing back into the party.

you were given little chance to react the moment jinwoo takes you in his arms, holding you even closer than liu ever dared to. his eyes were still glowing purple, but they appeared much softer now in comparison to how they were when liu was around.

you were still left feeling speechless, feeling your lips open up in a slight part when jinwoo takes a hold of your hands to wrap them around his neck. you were basking in his warmth for a few more minutes before gathering the courage to ask him.

“i thought y-you were with hae-in…?”

jinwoo lets out a scoff while looking away from you, blushing as he cleared his throat.

“no, i’m not. i only agreed to take her to the ball so she wouldn’t feel as nervous. we’re together as friends…. that’s it.”

you could feel the hope bubbling within your chest, with your eyes meeting with his gentle, grey gaze. he laughs softly, taking a hold of your hand when he places a kiss against the back of it.

“how could i ever forget about the girl that saved my life… the girl i have always loved since the moment i first laid eyes on you?”

your heart was pounding now, the sensation of hope now felt coursing through your very veins as tears filled your vision.

“y-you remembered me?”

a look of adoration appears across jinwoo’s features. “always.”

he sighs then, letting go of your hand as his expression began to turn angry, his lips now turned in a scowl. “i wanted to become stronger for you, to slowly turn into the man that you always deserved- only the best version of me.”

“but it seems as though my hesitance was enough to have that snake make a move on you.”

you let out a gentle giggle, feeling his arms tighten around your waist when he brings you even closer to his chest. but you didn’t mind, still clinging to him as you rest your head against his chest.

“you silly dork… i… have loved you even when you were at your weakest. you didn’t need to wait so long for me… i would have accepted you always, offering you the type of unconditional love that you deserve.”

you bask in the sounds of jinwoo’s relieved sigh, holding you even closer to him as he brushes his lips against your hair.

“yeah, you’re right. if i wasn’t such a coward, then i would have had you in my arms a long time ago.”

and as your happiness was felt coursing through your veins, you continue holding on to the man you have always loved, slow dancing in the dark with him alone.

a.n. - i am on a joji binge 😭😭😭😭 slow dancing in the dark is still such a masterpiece to this day!!!!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo #jinwoo sung #liu zhigang x reader #if you squint #.stories

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camille-lachenille · 2 months

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Was thinking about just how much characters in the Silm and LOTR deal with pain an injuries on a daily basis. It’s not always said plainly but they exist in the story, they live, they are important, and I wonder how much of them are inspired by Tolkien’s own experience of war injuries/illness. How many of his fellow soldiers came back home disfigured and disabled and were faced with disgust or contempt?

Sure, there’s the whole fairy-tale/mythic aspect of loosing a limb in your heroic quest to get the Magic Object, but what about Gwindor, who was captured by Morgoth and, when he finally managed to escape, was so changed by his sufferings that his beloved rejected him? Gwindor’s not a hero, he’s a simple soldier who suffered through war and captivity and became disabled because of that. How much pain did he live with daily even if it’s never said on the page?

And, still in the CoH, there’s Brandir the Lame. He was born disabled, couldn’t be a warrior, yet held a position of power until his people wanted action and scorned him. Brandir is a healer, a man of wisdom and lore; how much of it is because he tried to cure himself? To ease his pain but also try to "fix" himself in the eyes of his people and be the worthy leader he thought they wanted.

There is Sador ‘Labadal’ too, who chopped his foot off in an accident and is looked down for that by several character (not the least of them being Morwen).

These three characters are all disabled and looked upon with pity, contempt or outright disgust. They did not become disabled in the doing of great deeds, their stories aren’t heroic, and so their disability makes them worthless in the eyes of many.

If you take Maedhros, on the other hand (pun fully intended), he is seen as made greater by his disability. He suffered unthinkable torments and was freed at the price of his right hand, and did many great and terrible things after that. It is similar for Beren, who also lost his hand (arm chopping is not a love language!) but it always portrayed as a good and heroic character, because his disability is the direct result of him taking part in the great designs of the world rather than a banal accident.

And that’s only for the Silm characters, because we don’t want to forget about Frodo of the Nine Fingers, who bore the One Ring to the very fires of Mt Doom. Frodo who returned home sickly and traumatised, plagued with chronic pain, nightmares and a poor health and was only looked at down by the hobbits who did not take part in the quest if the ring. Frodo may be a hero for Men and Elves but he has little to no recognition in his homeland.

Another character I nearly forgot (shame on me!) is Celebrían, She was captured and tortured and despite her physical wounds healing she was never the same again, to the point she had to leave her family to seek healing elsewhere. I see this as a form of mental illness, probably depression and PTSD. And Celebrían is not thought as lesser because of her disability. She is seen as a tragic story, yes, but it’s better than most of the other disabled characters in the Silm.

Anyway, I don’t really know what my point is here, just that I noticed a pattern in the representation of disabled characters in Tolkien’s works, first of all that they exist at all, and second that how they are treated certainly reflects the views of society on disabled people during Tolkien’s lifetime. The way he writes disabled characters isn’t perfect, far from it, but they are here, and I, as a disabled reader, am immensely glad for their existence and I play in the gigantic sandbox of the Legendarium with these characters and others whom I imagine as disabled in any way.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #the lord of the rings #gwindor #brandir #sador #frodo baggins #celebrían #disabled characters #tolkien legendarium #half baked ramblings by a sleep deprived tolkien fan #tolkien meta

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sarafinamk · 1 month

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Fallen Angel (Smiling Critters Space Riders AU Reader Insert) Part 3

Summary: Without the red smoke to help you through rehab, you begin to experience thoughts and feelings that you never had before. It gets worse before it gets better, but don't worry. It DOES slowly get better.

Check out the other parts here. Also, check out Part 2 to my Incorrect Quotes if you haven't already. The Smiling Critters Space Riders AU belongs to @onyxonline. Enjoy!

TW: Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Injury, Imprisonment, Trauma, Death mentions, Mentions of murder, Religious Trauma, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Religious Cults, Drug Withdrawal, Drug Addiction, Mentions of Self harm, Mention of Suicide Attempt, Mental Health Issues, Slight cursing, LOTS of negative thoughts, Implied Abuse, Conditioning

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You weren’t sure how long you’ve been imprisoned at the heretics’ main space station for. Based on the lines scribbled in your journal, and what those healers and heretics told you, the closest timeline you could estimate was a month and a half…

Could be more…

In your defense, being in and out of consciousness because of not only healing from your wounds but dealing with your hellish headspace gave you no chance of keeping track. You weren’t sure if you TRULY wanted to know how long it’s been though…

Some of your wounds, at least, have healed. If you weren’t wearing those power mufflers, all your wounds would have disappeared a long time ago. But, no.

Those heretics just HAD to insist you heal the hard way. It is bad enough that those healers and their knights were watching your every move on the cameras. There was no nook or cranny in your accommodation that wasn’t under constant surveillance. They didn’t even try to be discreet about them. What’s worse is that now you had your whole body, head, and face exposed, especially to the people hellbent on killing you. They didn’t even deserve to have a face to associate with the Archangel. It was for your own good, they said. All that did was leave you with voices in your head screaming at you to get out, run, and hide from those prying eyes.

So what if there were a few instances where you tried to scratch yourself until you were satisfied with the red on you? You just needed a way to stop yourself from feeling these weird feelings. It’s leaving you weak. What would the Prototype say if he saw you showing such weakness when you were raised better than this? The scratching never went as far as it did the first time, though and it would never be like that ever again. Not on the heretics’ watch. They would always intervene before the first sign of red.

You spent a lot of time thinking about the perfect escape plan. You would get those power mufflers off, destroy those cameras the first chance you get, create a void, (maybe kill a few heretics along the way to send a message), and make an easy escape back to the prototype. It’s just… you could never muster any energy to go through with your ideas. You hated that you grew so lazy and weak when no prison was able to keep you contained in the past.

What happened to you?

Where was your energy to fight back, to make those heretics pay for what they’ve done to you…?

But…

Why save you?

Probably to interrogate you, torture you for ALL the intel concerning your God, and once they get everything, kill you. They can sure as hell try, but you’d rather die than betray your God and family like this!

You groan, cradling your pounding head with one hand. You slide down against the wall. Even though you've been clean for some time now, but you're still trying to get used to this red smoke free headspace of yours. Now you're just left sitting with thoughts and feelings you never had to sit with before, and you hated how much it consumes you. You wished you had the red smoke to help you through this, to make you forget these feelings, to go back to normal. But the Prototype never came back for you… no rescue parties were made for you as far as you know.

A few healers and knights argued that if he really wanted you back, he would’ve come get you by now, but he didn’t, and none of your “friends or family” did either, so you might as well get used to being here. You reminded them every single time that you don’t have “friends” nor are you selfish enough to need any. The Prototype was all anybody needed. You had that argument about 26 times before you stopped. There was no point in continuing this fight if they just refused to see any sense.

You hated to admit it, but...

Maybe they're right.

Not once, in the entire time since you’ve been separated from the Prototype was he there when you needed him the most. Your chest and the back of your eyes burn. Your vision goes blurry. You clench your blanket draped around your shoulders and take a few deep breaths until the burning sensation is smothered, and your vision clears up. You are NOT going to let weakness consume you.

Not now.

Not ever.

Not as long as you’re at the mercy of the heretics.

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Here you are, three months deep into your rehab program, sitting on the floor, and studying another one of Bubba’s “philosophy books” as he called them. He gave you some so that "you weren’t left pacing back and forth in a cell or being stuck with your thoughts all day." Granted you do try to do a few exercises to build your strength back. You discovered it was the best way to distract your mind from the mere thought of desiring red smoke. At least the books give you more to do in your cell.

To you, it was all heretic propaganda to stray the weak-minded away from the divine truth. It was still intriguing to study about, all the same. Besides, if you're going to be staying with the heretics, then now is a good time to start learning about their world and culture. As much as you hate to admit it, you're beginning to understand why many heretics find these kinds of teachings appealing. Not only does it go against everything the Prototype preaches, but there were so many teachings to choose from. How do the heretics even know which teachings are true? How do they know which teachings they should follow for the rest of their lives?

It was all so strange.

Back home, there is only one absolute truth: everything that happens in the galaxy is thanks to the Prototype. He’s the eternal source of happiness, of wisdom, of strength, of a second chance at life. He is in control of all. He gives his people his gifts, and in turn, they serve him. They devote their lives to him. To not believe in this truth would mean certain death.

In the heretic world, it seems it is up to the individual to shape the world in their image. Apparently, to discover the truth, you have to be willing to question everything. But how do these heretics expect to survive if they're expected to find their own happiness? How can they be trusted to take control of their lives when they don't fully know whether they made the right decision or not? How are they able to peacefully co-exist despite their differing beliefs?

Perhaps it's something you can clarify with the Space Riders when they come in for yet another visit. They've visited you quite frequently, but it was all so strange. They never asked you anything about the Prototype or the cult. In fact, the topic of conversation was always about… you. They would ask what you have been doing in “rehab” as they call it, how you are managing your red smoke cravings, what you have learned, how are the books (in Bubba’s case), and possible arrangements that are to be made once you are back in their custody. When they exhausted those topics, then they would make conversation with you...

Er...

...More like they would TRY to make conversation with you and you would give short answers. Sometimes, you wouldn't say anything at all. They never forced you to speak, nor did they ever punish you for being insubordinate. Instead, they just moved on to a different topic. This was something you never understood, but maybe they just want you to let your guard down long enough before punishing you.

The echoing of footsteps gets louder and closer to your cell, pulling you away from your thoughts. The seven Space Riders greet you, make themselves comfortable in front of your cell, and begin with the usual questions about you. You bite the bullet and decide you might as well entertain them.

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hottpinkpenguin · 1 year

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kirigan one shot, where the reader(fem) treats his face wounds and he feels at ease becuz for some reason her gift releases him from his pain, he cries(sobbing)all leading up to a very sad yet soft, fluffy end. as much as I hate him, I feel like the man just desperately needs a hug from someone

A/n: he really does need a hug, and i totally volunteer. thanks for the request anon!!

Darkling X Grisha GN!Reader Word Count: 2769 Warnings: mild mentions of blood

You held your hands over the boy’s ghastly leg wound, the flesh underneath stitching itself together slowly. His broken, chesty sobs slowed as you poured your gift onto his wound. You felt the toll an entire day of healing was taking on you, but the boy on the stretcher beneath you was too young to turn away. His blue eyes softened as you heard the bone snap back into place, his ankle turning to its correct angle. You focused, your head beginning to ring and swim with exhaustion as you channeled the Small Science down to his leg. Nearby, you heard his parents begin to pray over you, his mother weeping noisily.

When the wound was completely closed up and the worst of the bruising faded, you dropped your hands and let go of the grip on your powers. You had to steady yourself on the edge of the bed to keep from falling. Your vision was dotted with white, your ears sounded like they’d been filled with cotton. You heard your cousin Donovan usher the family out of your Healer’s tent as the parents profusely thanked him, trying to offer him their money, a goat, and whatever precious items that could think of.

You sank onto the bed, dabbing at the sweat on your brow as you fought off a wave of dizziness. Your breath was ragged like you’d just run for miles. The destruction left by the group of mercenaries that had torn through the bordertown had felt never ending, but you were grateful to know the boy was the last person who’d need your services. You’d need to sleep for days to recover.

“Y/n, there’s one more.”

You could hear the apology in Donovan’s voice when he spoke. He’d poked his head in through the tent flap, dark bags under his eyes.

You shook your head, guilt-ridden. “Donovan, I can’t, I’m sorry. Please ask one of the other Healers.”

“He asked for you specifically.” Something about Donovan’s voice grabbed you. You looked at him, questions swirling in your eyes. He only tilted his head at you meaningfully before stepping aside.

A tall man clad in dark robes stepped into your tent. His eyes were so dark you couldn’t see his pupils, his hair the color of obsidian, with four ragged black scars traversing his handsome face. Something about him was so… familiar.

You tried to rise from the bed, but your legs wobbled and you felt yourself pitch forward.

The stranger reacted quickly and agilely, leaping forward to catch you before you hit the ground.

“You’re exhausted,” he observed. His voice sounded dark and heavy with a sorrow that hovered around him like a fog.

He helped you back onto the cot, its surface damp with sweat and blood from the day’s patients. The dark-eyed stranger looked around the tent, surveying the scene with intent eyes. Finally, his gaze found yours again.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” he announced gallantly. “I can see you’ve done enough for one day.”

He turned, his black robes whirling around him with a dramatic flourish. You caught a fleeting glance of his side profile: a straight nose, strong jaw, dark brows framing darker eyes. Proud mouth with a slight downturn at the corners.

General Kirigan.

Recognition slammed into you like a freight train. You’d only seen him once before and from afar, but you’d never forget. But he was dead, wasn’t he? Your mind went blank for a moment as you watched him move towards the open flap on your tent.

“Wait!”

He hesitated at the edge of your tent, half turning back to you.

“General?” Your voice was small and questioning.

He turned fully back to you, the lamplight illuminating those ghastly scars across his face. The flesh at the seam of the wounds was discolored, as if the marks were poisoned. You’d never seen scars like that before.

He gave you a small, bashful smile, dropping his gaze.

“Aleksander will do nicely,” he answered you. It was him.

“But… the Fold? We… I thought you were dead…” Your voice trailed off as you realized how silly you sounded. Why should General Kirigan care what an untrained Healer at the edge of Ravka thought of his fate?

But, much to your surprise, he walked back towards you with a polite smile, his courtly manners on full display.

“For a moment, so did I.” The smile turned sour on his lips, leaving behind a mangled looking grimace. You felt his heartbeat stutter in his chest, your powers attuned to him like a magnet. You tried to find something to say, your mind still reeling from the shock of finding Ravka’s most famous Grisha in your lowly tent.

Whatever momentary reverie he’d been swept up in, he surfaced quickly and regained his footing. The flash of pain you’d seen in his expression smoothed back into a mask of graciousness.

“But, as you can see, I survived. Although… these scars.” His hand came to his face, barely touching the largest, deepest gash that stretched from his right temple across his nose and down the smooth plane of his left cheek. He winced at the contact, however light. “They… pain me. I was told your powers are… up to the task.”

You blinked dumbly for a moment as his words sank in.

“You… came here for me?” The notion seemed impossible, but the Black General nodded.

“I did.” No explanation, no answer to the million questions running through your head. You wondered where to start. What to ask.

You hesitated a few moments before you realized you were talking to a patient. The famed Shadow Summoner, yes. But a patient still.

You stood quickly from the cot, adrenaline surging through your exhausted body just enough to keep you upright. You had the wherewithal to be embarrassed by the conditions of the tent. You yanked the stained sheets off the cot, balling them in your hands.

“I’m so sorry,” you spluttered, shoving the sheets into a corner of the tent. You had no new ones to add to the cot, and very little in the way of creature comforts to offer to notable guests. For his part, the General didn’t seem to mind, his eyes following you as you bustled about, straightening the pillows on the bare mattress and trying to brush down the stray hairs that had broken loose from your braids, curling at the temples from the humid summer night and your own exertion.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he assured you kindly. You beckoned to the mattress once it was as presentable as you could make it. Aleksander sat on it without hesitation, that same genteel smile on his handsome face. “There’s often no time for the niceties when our powers are needed.”

Your curiosity was piqued by his comment, but you were too flustered to ask anything of it. He adjusted on the squeaky mattress, remaining upright with his hands clasped in his lap. You pulled a stool over from the corner of the tent and placed it next to his right leg, balancing your weight on it.

“What needs healing?” you asked, retreating to your role of Healer in order to escape your own embarrassment.

He gestured to the scars again. You swallowed thickly, examining them carefully and trying to avoid his gaze. He studied you intently, his expression calm and unreadable.

“I’ve never seen scars like this,” you admitted. “I don’t know how to heal these.”

He nodded, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “They are from a Volcra,” he offered by way of explanation, noting the shock on your face. “I do indeed doubt that you’ve seen scars like these before. Whether your gifts work or not, I would be much obliged if you were to try.”

You nodded earnestly, wiping your hands on the front of the nurses apron you wore. Although you didn’t use the conventional tools of a doctor, you found that people trusted you when you looked more like what they expected. You’d never been trained as a Grisha for the Second Army anyways, so you had no red Kefta to wear like the Healers of Kirigan’s ranks.

You let your mind loosen its grip on the nerves as you felt yourself sink into the role of Healer. Kirigan nodded at you, sensing the change in tone as you lifted your hands to the side of his face.

You tapped into the well of your powers that sat at the center of your chest. You had to reach deep, your reserves sapped from the day. But you felt it, the warm energy of the Small Science, and grasped it. With effortful concentration, you pushed the energy up into your shoulders and down the length of your arms into your palms and fingers. Then, you launched it into the space between your fingertips and the General’s face, allowing the Small Science to do the rest. For several moments, nothing happened. The black scars stared back at you unchanged. You dug deeper, pulling all the healing energy you could find buried in you and forcing it into your hands. You were trembling by the end of it, the attempt completely draining you.

“Here. Let me help you.” You watched with confusion as Aleksander lifted his hands from his lap, until his fingertips barely touched your exposed wrists. As his skin made contact with yours, you felt a new dimension of energy open up to you. Like you’d been standing on the other side of a veil, the force of your powers tripled in a surge of warmth.

You struggled with the extra effort of channeling the new powers, your concentration narrowing to nothing but your hands and the scars. You felt the power pulse with the inhale and exhale of your own breath, and after a few surges you began to see the skin around Aleksander’s scars start to mend itself. Like wind wiping away ridges in sand, the scars slowly shrunk, one excruciating millimeter at a time.

Even with whatever added power Aleksander had gifted you by his touch, you felt your body begin to tire. Your head started to pound, your eyelids becoming heavy.

Aleksander must have noticed too, because he very gently pulled your hands away from his face after a few more moments of effort. When the distance between your hands and his face was too great for your powers to traverse, you felt your body crumple in an exhausted heap on the stool. You let your head hang heavy, your chest heaving. You closed your eyes, breathing through the dull roar in your ears.

You weren’t sure how long passed - probably only a few breaths. Your awareness came back slowly. You slowly lifted your head, your eyes coming to focus on Aleksander’s face. He hadn’t moved from his seat on the bare mattress at the center of the tent, and you noted with a swell of pride that his scars were noticeably smaller and less disfiguring.

It took you a second to realize that there were tears pooling in his dark eyes. One loosed itself and traced a slow trail down his unmarred cheek. He was looking at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude, a new smile on his lips.

“What was that?” you asked bluntly, looking at his hands. “What did you do?”

“Nothing you couldn’t do yourself,” he replied cryptically. His voice sounded lighter. “I just gave you a boost to reach the full strength of your powers.”

You couldn’t hazard a guess as to what that meant, or how to interpret what you’d just experienced. Your attention was turning elsewhere as another tear sprang free from his eyes.

“Normally people stop crying after I’ve healed them,” you observed quietly. “Have I hurt you?”

His expression turned somber and serious, the gentle smile melting from his lips.

“No, y/n. You didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite, actually. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way. I feel almost… free.”

You weren’t sure if it was the fatigue or the weight in Aleksander’s voice, but your heart ached at his words. Acting on an instinct, you leaned forward and brushed away a teardrop with your thumb against his jawline. You pulled back hesitantly, afraid you’d crossed a line. Aleksander’s hand caught yours. You felt your powers rumbling in response to whatever magic lived in his skin, your heart skipping a beat as he held your hand to his cheek.

“I’d ask if we could stay a while. Please.”

You swallowed, uncertain for a moment. You could only imagine what Donovan and the other Healers you traveled with along the Ravkan border would think. Donovan certainly would have told everyone within earshot about who was in your tent by now, if they hadn’t seen the Black General themselves. What would they think if he lingered too long?

You watched as Aleksander’s expression turned from pleading to naked desperation and immediately made your decision. You nodded, unable to deny him a small comfort he so desperately needed.

His eyes fluttered closed as he nodded gratefully. “Thank you,” he breathed out, nuzzling his cheek against the palm of your hand. “No need to go further,” he added, following your train of thought to the questions you were too afraid to ask. “I’m not asking for your body. Just your presence.”

You felt yourself relax as the sincerity of Aleksander’s words wrapped around you. You let your thumb stroke gently back and forth along the plane of his cheek. His eyes were still closed, and you saw him continue to breathe deeply.

“What brought you here?” you asked cautiously after a few moments of quiet.

His eyes opened gently, and you were once again struck by how very dark his irises were.

“I found myself in need of a Healer with skills beyond just mending flesh. Rumor of your talents reached me. And I was…” His voice trailed off, his eyes glazing over as he became lost in thought for a moment. “I was out of options. These scars aren’t the only wounds I suffered in the Fold.”

You nodded as if you understood, although in truth you didn’t. You’d heard from some of your past patients that you were more than just a Healer, but you never knew what to make of those statements, so you’d always dismissed them as expressions of gratitude. Most of your patients were otkazat'sya - non-Grisha - so it was particularly easy to explain away their superstitions about your powers. To hear it from the Black General made your mind reel. You tried to tamp down the selfish part of you that was itching to ask more.

“I’m glad I could help,” you stammered out blandly. Aleksander sighed, leaning against your hand for one more moment before he smiled and began to rise from the cot.

“I won’t keep you, I can see how exhausted you are.” You rose along with him, trailing after him like a nervous puppy as he made to move towards the tent flap.

“Those scars aren’t completely healed,” you observed. “I could accompany you, General. If you’d like.” You were astounded by your own boldness, and you weren’t sure if you offered because of how devastatingly handsome he was or because you sensed how deeply he needed your powers.

He hesitated at the edge of your tent, turning back to face you with a pained look of regret on his face.

“A kind offer,” he replied softly. “But one I can’t accept, I’m afraid.”

You interrupted his exit again, a restless energy inside you imploring him not to leave. “Why not?”

He didn’t stop this time, although you heard his quiet answer perfectly clear. “I have a knack for ruining beautiful things, and I would not wish such a fate on you.”

General Kirigan vanished into the warm summer night like a shadow. His visit had been so fleeting and unusual that you questioned whether you’d dreamt the whole thing in some sort of exhausted fever dream. It wasn’t until the following week, when you received a fresh set of bedsheets and new nurse’s apron from a mysterious donor, that you began to believe your own memory. There was a note tucked into the sheets, written on crisp parchment paper in the darkest ink you’d ever seen:

For the healer who mends more than what can be seen

You saved the note, if only to prove to yourself that it hadn’t been a dream after all…

#darkling imagine #darkling #darkling fanfiction #darkling shadow and bone #darkling x reader #darkling x you #the darkling #general kirigan imagine #general kirigan #aleksander morozova angst #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova imagine #aleksander morovoza #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone #darkling requests #shadow and bone requests

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These words in the tag on one of @the-wayside 's post has been hurting me since friday, I have come back to that post so many times and everytime the second tag hits me right in the feels like a direct stab in my heart. Something about the visual imagery of Babe carrying those gloves with Charlie's name engraved on like an open reminder that he existed and that he has changed babe's entire life in such a small amount of time, something about Charlie once during the initial stages of their relationship saying he would be there until Babe gets bored of him paralleling to Way saying he would bring some new "boy" once he is done with Charlie to Babe carrying these gloves of this boy he loves beyond love's defination goes, beyond anything he could have imagined, not even entertaining the thought that anyone would forget Charlie. Charlie's presence is so symbolically visible in his life, even the thought of getting "bored" is a sin, his touch, his words, his smile and especially him as a person hangs around him like a essence and he refuses to let that essence blend in, that essence needs to stand out, he would always come back to that essence, carry that essence to the end.

I have seen people say "Charlie is goona come back so why cry?" , 'cause he almost did infact died in this process, it's true that he would be alive but he would be physically still very week and this accident could have totally killed him if even a little thing went wrong, BUT more importantly it's the idea that a person who could have just choosen to stay out of all this, start his own life, ignore anything happening to Babe, decided to step in to save. SAVE A HUMAN. In a world where people hate for no reason, he decided to love for no reason. He loved so much he completely changed that person. Actually, "change" is the wrong word, it's his love that made a person so wounded by love want to love again, so destroyed by trust want to trust again and everytime he thought even this time his attempt to love has been ruined, that boy steeped in, he made sure that the world may cave in but he would never ever hurt him, but would do any thing, commit any sin to protect him and that wounded boy is left flabbergasted, left speechless 'cause for the first time he is so happy to be wrong, so glad to be lied to 'cause that was to keep him alive, and for the first time he is not wounded. That boy starts to heal and heals the person who has started to heal him. He shows the healer a purpose to heal himself as well. All the times Charlie got hurt or was scared or panicked or doubted himself, Babe was there, he was there to help him, help him heal, he would gently heal his wounds, take care of them, made sure that man knew he would do anything for him. This relationship heals me. 'cause doesn't matter what happens they always find a way to each other, how they fight, how they feel anger towards each other, but at the end still realise, still love, it doesn't take much time to reconcile 'cause that anger can't ever outweigh that love. It's so unconditional it's beautiful. It's the way they are so human and so in love. Nothing about that love is "something that would happen in fiction", obviously no problem with that, but when a relationship this beautiful and human feels so grounded, it gives a sense of relief, especially as a queer person, it makes me so relieved. They also heal my inner child. As someone who has a broken family, they make me want to form a family of my own. They are like my parents. Like I don't simp for them, I long for them and cry with them. Never felt like this since NuengdiaoPalm, gorgeous. This show really said, "we will give you omegaverse and the most gut wrenchingly beautiful love story ever" and owned it.

#lgbtq #bl drama #pit babe the series #charlie x babe

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A La Folie ft. Jay || Part 3

Synopsis: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.

Pairings: King!Jay × healer!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, virgin reader, dom!Jay, sub!reader, corruption kink, vanilla sex, unprotected sex (not for you), mention of bruises (reader and Jay), fingering, cumming on fingers eyy, honestly this is all such fluffy smut, FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF, kinda dramatic sorry bout that, mention of blood, fluffy ending

A/N: Last part babies! So I'll have a wedding scene out if I can but this does it for Jay's part in the French Quotes Series. Next is my baby Jakey, but I cannot promise that it'll be out soon since my classes have started becoming harder. But I'll try hard so enjoy everyone!

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

The French Quotes Series Masterlist

'The second born, a mere girl.'

"I pity you, Jooyeon is a wonderful man, it is bad luck with the girl.'

"I'll take care of you Y/Nnie! I'm your big brother aren't I? You can trust me!'

'You are nothing but a mere useless girl, you'd be better off as a wife, trust me.'

'look at poor little Y/N and her ugly little scars. You cannot be seen with us, trust us. Now shoo!'

'just sell her off for some money why won't you! Trust me it'll be good for us.'

'I said I'd protect you didn't I? I'm your brother, don't you trust me?'

"Do you trust me Y/N?"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

Trust, it was a word you didn't know the exact meaning of. Your mother told you to trust her, your 'friends' told you to trust them, Jooyeon told you to trust him. And yet trust came in a way you hated. Trust came in a way you despised, and you decided forever never to trust, trust.

But Jay was asking you.

He wasn't blindly telling you to just trust him.

He was asking you.

"Should I?" You fired back, albeit feeling a bit shy infront of him now.

"That's not my decision to take, it's yours." Jay brought your knuckles to his lips and pressed kisses against them, making you effectively giggle.

"If you do decide to trust me though," Jay chuckled, not breaking his eye contact with you, "Would you allow me to kiss you one more time?"

"Can- I mean—May I ask a question instead?"

"We just kissed, love, don't be so formal." Jay chuckled, squeezing your hand slightly. He was terrified of making you uncomfortable even in the slightest.

"Why aren't you disgusted by— by this?" You looked down at your collarbone, to the big, ugly bruise. You had removed the shawl you were covering your off-shoulder nightgown with, and the bruise shone bright in the moonlight like darkness enveloping light.

"Oh, my darling." Jay's eyes softened as he cupped your cheek gently, celebrating the fact that you didn't flinch at his touch, "Why would I ever be disgusted by something as beautiful as you hmm?"

"Can I ask a favour then?" You said, trying to keep your tears in, God Jay spoke to you so softly, like you've always wanted to be spoken to.

"Ask away."

"Could—Could you touch me?"

Jay smiled like a moonbeam, and gently bought his finger to the tip of your nose, booping it with a tiny 'boop!' from his mouth. This was possibly by far the most adorable thing he had done.

"There, I touched you." Jay smiled brightly again like a proud child.

"I didn't mean that, idiot." You chuckled, "I meant the other touch. You know, the one where there's a man, and there's a woman and then-"

"Alright I got it don't elaborate!" Jay wore a panicked expression, making you laugh, "Are you sure? I mean, if you're not we can-"

"I want to know what it feels like." You cut him off, staring at his eyes lit by the moon, "I-I want to forget about what Jooyeon did to me when he forced himself upon me."

You had the slightest bit of courage to glance up at him, and you were both surprised and pleased that he wasn't laughing. Instead, he was looking at you with an expression singular to guilt.

"Would it be alright with my current predicament?" Jay glanced down at his bandages. You chuckled lightly at his sentence.

"I don't want to seem too needy, but yes it's alright."

"Too needy?" Jay leaned forward, trapping your figure in between his arms as they pressed on the mattress beneath you, "Maybe I'd like that."

With moonlight beaming across his tanned skin, glowing his brown eyes Jay looked ethereal in front of you. You let your fingers run through his thick locks that you adored as Jay moved forward to kiss your collarbone.

The soft sensation of his lips on your bruised skin made you whimper. If the taste of honey or chocolate chip cookies had a sensory feeling, it would be this. This was gentle like you had never felt it.

Jay's hands travelled to your waist as he placed your head gently on the pillow.

"May I?" He twirled his fingers on the fabric at your arms, removing your nightgown off of you, at the nod of your head.

"You're so gentle." You chuckled, as he kissed your neck once more, inhaling your lavender scent, "weren't you supposed to be the mercenary king?"

"Don't tell anyone I can be like this." Jay held up his pinkie to you in a childish manner, "Pinkie promise me."

You promptly intertwined your pinkie with his, giggling as he kissed the tip of your finger.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your panties, you lift you hips for him to shimmy them down your legs, you didn’t even notice where he put them. You didn’t really care.

“You're so beautiful.” he sucks in a breath, running a finger over your groaning genitalia. You focused your gaze on his long fingers. You wanted them so bad, "May I, my love?"

“Jay, please” you grab at his hand that was teasingly brushing over your clit.

“tell me if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” he looks you in the eye, serious. You nod again, feeling butterflies dance an entire ballet in your stomach.

He slowly entered his fingers into you and you gripped onto his shoulders for dear life. Jay gave a few slow experimental pumps of his finger before you were asking for more.

It elicited a chuckle from him and he added his ring finger, just two was enough to stretch you out.

It was a delicious pain of his large digits splitting you open. You couldn’t even imagine how good his cock would feel. His wrist started to ache, but it was worth it to see the way you were taking it so well.

“Is this okay?” Jay asked in a worried tone.

“Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.” you had no idea where all the sinful symphonies escaping your mouth came from, you didn't even know you could make them. All you knew at the current moment was absolute pleasure, and the face of the man who was providing you with it. Jay smiled softly at you and curled his fingers, doing a ‘come here’ motion inside of you. A muffled curse left your lips as your legs started to shake.

"Calm down, darling." Jay chuckled, writhing in pleasure at the fact that he was making you basically scream out in pleasure. He crashes his lips onto yours, effectively silencing you.

Jay shamelessly imagines how you’d feel squeezing his cock like this, while his other hand groped your tit, pinching your nipple. You arch into him and pull away from his lips to breathe.

You could feel a pleasurable tightening at the core of your stomach. It was akin to a tight ribbon and you couldn't wait to real free of it. It was pleasure as you had never felt it.

"Jay—Jay I'm- Oh fuck!"

“look at me, love. Just look at me” it was so pathetically adorable to Jay, and he couldn’t deny you, watching your sobbing eyes with his piercing ones, his forehead was pressed to yours and he groaned as you spilled onto his fingers. He was so deep you couldn’t feel it, but you could feel his fingers twitching, and you could feel yourself clenching and coming so hard you forced dribbles of your white come straight back out of your slit and dribbling down between your cheeks.

Jay kisses you through your orgasm, groaning into your own mouth. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers and he swallows up all your noises.

In the rarest of times did you have no self control, and it seemed this was one of those times as you accident let out an unrestrained whimper, at watching Jay's magnificent figure above you.

Slapping a hand over your mouth, your cheeks reddened to an embarrassing amount and you could feel your ears heat up, as they always did when you were either ashamed or shy. You didn't know which emotion you were feeling at the moment.

Jay chuckled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your blushing cheek.

"That was both adorable and extremely attractive." He laughed, pressing a few more ticklish kisses to your face.

"Choose one, Jay." You rolled your eyes playfully and giggled, "that was.... extremely pleasurable."

"Weird choice of words." Jay laughed, caressing your cheek, "If you want to say I'm hot, just say it."

"Shut up." You laughed, and pressed a kiss to his lips again, his hands held your waist in position.

"You haven't kept your promise though." You said, after a long silence of lovers, lovingly gazing into each other's eyes.

"I'm scared." Jay sighed, "What-What if I hurt you?"

You placed a gentle hand against his cheek, caressing it so softly that Jay melted into your touch completely. Your touch was all that Jay desired at the moment.

"I trust you." You said, looking into his soft eyes, lined with invisible kohl the colour of comfort, "I trust you as I haven't trusted any other ever."

Jay's smile echoed through your eyes like a box of sugar dragons, delicious and soothing. And trusting.

You watched, in awe, as Jay undressed himself, peeling off each layer of his clothing, as if it had been a restricting cuff on his body. You would have loved to touch his abs again, you thought, you could see them in the light of the moon above.

My my, you thought, as he steadied himself above you. He was truly carved from the clay of the finest potter in the universe.

"Tell me one last time if this is what you want." Jay asked you nervously, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"I want this Jay." You confirmed, smiling at him to ease his nerves, "More than you can imagine."

"Been admiring me have you love?" He asked, his voice dropped to a low, husky one, "Is that what a good healer is supposed to do?"

He lined up the tip of his cock at your wet entrance. You couldn't answer him, all that came out of you were desperate mewls as his tip brushed against your pussy slightly, like a soft paintbrush against a canvas.

"Here we go, then?" Jay smiled, before he moved his hips. You might as well have reached heaven, in the next moment.

Gasps, both pleasured and pained, left your mouth in melodies as Jay filled you completely, and slowly, his cock wriggling in your hole, giving your wet walls a sort of friction you both craved and despised, hated and yet loved so much. It was as if the Gods themselves had poured down their heavenly nectar on you, all for your taking.

Jay then began to thrust with a rhythm that made your heart pound and body ache with pleasure. You grasped at his shoulders as he kept up a steady pace, pleasure overflowing with each thrust that went deeper and deeper.

The bed creaked with every heavy thrust of his hips, pelvis meeting yours each time. You cried out everytime he hit your g-spot with such precision— he was so good at this.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight” His eyes closed for a second, trying to hold his load a little longer. It didn’t take much time for his dick to reach that spot you struggled to find. It drove you crazy. You arched your back and that made Jay go faster.

"Ah fuck—Jay!" You let out a moan of pleasure as the sensations inside your body began to build up, and then without warning, an orgasm ripped through you as Jay touched your inner walls.

"You feel so fucking good." Jay growled, as he lost himself in the ecstasy that was your pussy. You ran your fingers on his scarred back, trophies of wars won and fathers destroyed, and he let out a pleasured whine at the feeling.

Jay's cock throbbed inside of your pulsating hole, creating a wet and sticky mess as cum poured down your thighs and stomach.

“goddamnit!” he forced himself all the way in, making your heart stop for a moment as he filled you up with his molten hot cum.

"Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—oh god-" a string of curses left his lips. He gave you a few more lazy thrusts, his groans turning into little whimpers before he pulled out, shooting a few last ropes onto your arched back.

Your back clattered to the bed, as you gasped, chest rapidly rising and falling. Beads of sweat rolled out from Jay's hair as he collapsed onto the space next to you. If this was what married woman felt on their wedding night, then you didn't know if you were concerned or happy for them.

Silence rang through the room for a few moments. The wind blowing in from the window provided comfort from the heat, and it allowed both you and Jay to return to normal breathing rate. Turning over onto your side, you looked at his almost drowsy figure staring back at you.

"What?" You laughed lightly, "Am I that endearing that you are staring at me?"

"Maybe." Jay chuckled, wrapping his arms round your waist and pulling you into get another kiss, a shockingly sweet one after the heated session you just had.

"I love you." Jay suddenly confessed, pulling you into a hug and burying his nose into your neck, "More than you can ever imagine."

"I love you too, Jay." You said. That was the truest thing you had said all day.

"So....wife?"

"Jay!" You blushed at his words, "How about a courtship first and then we can get married after Heeseung's wedding hm?"

"I don't want to wait." Jay pouted like a child.

Whatever the Gods were doing right now, you hoped that they heard your thanks.

"Someone looks extremely handsome today." Your complement rang in Jay's ears as soon as you step foot in his room.

"Is it you?" Jay asked, chuckling, eyes still focused on his diary, ink tipped quill in hand.

The past few days had been well, with Jay not willing to part your side even for a moment. Mrs Chun was out of her wits trying to figure out how you had managed to get him down, but you knew that Jay was only feigning illness to spend more time with you.

Plus, he started writing again, which was something to found extremely hot.

"New verse, darling?" You said, placing your chin on his head, and wrapping your arms round his neck. He instantly relaxed into your touch.

"New day, new verse. That's the rule." He popped his lips, and looked up at you, to which you placed a kiss on his nose.

"New day, new hours of sleep too." You yawned, stretching your arms, "come on, get to bed now mister."

"Y/N wait—I want to give to you something."

"You got tickets to the new play in town?!" You sprang up, "Jay thank you!"

"First of all, don't pretend to be interested in cinema I know you go there for the sole purpose of staring at that handsome actor." Jay rolled his eyes, "Second of all, come over here and I'll show you."

Reaching over to Jay in seconds, you panicked as you saw what Jay held in his hands.

"Jay, I can't have that!"

"Why not?" Jay fiddled with the blood-red ruby, intricately carved and set tight in the helm of the dagger. The sharp edge seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. The blood of dirt shone on it like cherry liqueur.

"Because- well—I mean it's your mother's."

His mother's

'Promise me you'll keep it safe after I'm gone Jay.'

'Mum it's just a dagger. What's so special about it?'

'It'll be a reminder to you, of happy times, so you don't forget me after I'm gone.'

'Then I won't allow you to go!'

'My sweet Jay, everyone has to go, it's just the path of life'

'make sure to give it to someone who makes you happy one day, Jay.'

"She always said this would remind me of happy things, happy times." Jay smiled down at the dagger, "She told me once to give it to someone who made me happy, truly happy."

He looked up at you with eyes filled with oceans of love.

"If I could describe happiness right now, I would say your name again and again." He breathed, cupping your cheek.

"You, Y/N, are my happiness. And it would make me the happiest man in the world if you would allow me to do this."

He bent down on his left knee.

Your eyes barely caught the glimmer of faded gold in his hands. Faded gold, a favourite of yours, Jay knew it from your late night discussions, especially when you would-

"Would you, L/N Y/N, marry me, and make me the most lovesick man in the world?"

You had once heard about lovers in insanity. What was it the poets called it... A la Folie! French apparently, a common language.

So you answered yes.

Yes, of course you would.

Of course you would stay with Jay, in all his moments, in the moments of mixed up potions, in the moments of fellow kings being overly dramatic to a wedding announcement, in the moments of tracing bruises, in the moments of sorrow, happiness, and love.

You would stay with him,

Till insanity.

Tags: @amazzwon @heeseungshim @kvmariii @mwahvvis @hottiewifeyyyy @sacrificeatmeup @perfectnighttt @yawnzzhoon @niinjo + Send an ask to be tagged!

PS: Wedding scene soon!

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༻ 3 Nights ༺ part 8

Gortash x fem Tav —mini series Explicit 18+

Summary: Gortash invites Tav to stay 3 days at his palace for the sake of an alliance. Reluctantly, she compromises for peace and it becomes an experience they won’t forget.

Part one -> here <-

Tav reached out for a drink from the waiter, smiling to faces familiar and unfamiliar as she limped barely in a dress.

Tav’s never been stabbed so deeply, and it was a feeling she never felt before. A sharp burning, yet then a warmth all over the body. It was strange, and she was lucky to have some of the best healers around. She could’ve died in battle. But here Tav was instead, in a beautiful red dress, limping at a party dedicated to the hero’s of Baldur’s Gate.

She took big sips and allowed the burn of the alcohol sit in her stomach. It eased the pain away from the otherwise throbbing stab wound on her side.

After defeating the netherbrain, Tav’s group returned back to the palace, victorious and hailed as heroes by the people. The once dark and menacing palace was now filled with light and joy as the citizens celebrated their newfound freedom. Gortash ordered a grand ball to be prepared, inviting all the leaders of neighboring kingdoms to join in the celebration.

Tav wrinkled her eyes, trying to keep an eased expression on her face. She downed her drink before cleaning her composure at the sight of a familiar face.

It was Gortash, surprisingly groomed in a classy black embroidered jacket. He looked incredibly handsome.

“I didn’t expect you to be here. I’m glad you could make it.” His broad shoulders seemed to hover over Tav’s body, and despite his intimidating aura Gortash softened his gaze at her.

His eyes narrowed in a relief expression, “Your side...Does it hurt?”

“Like hell.” Tav scuffed with a chuckle, “I’m a special guest, I couldn’t miss this.”

~ 3 Weeks Before The Ball

The emperor Twisted his dagger deep into Tav on the battlefield. The sheer anger dug so deep from betrayal and Tav fell back onto the floor. Of course, this was because they had free’d Orpheus.

Shadowheart quickly called upon their trusted ally Isobel for healing. And Isobel wasted no time in tending to Tav's wounds.

Isobel's healing magic flowed through Tav's body, easing her pain and giving her the strength to push through. It was a grueling process, but Tav gritted her teeth and held on, determined to survive the betrayal and emerge victorious.

Everyone pulled out every skill they knew to defeat the Netherbrain. It was one hell of a fight and at the end of it all, they found themselves at the city's docks; staring out onto the ocean. The dragons flew across the sky and Tav felt the overwhelming happiness blur her eyes.

However the pain slowly started to seep back into her bones. Tav let out a painful cry, feeling the sharp sting of her wound. The metallic taste of blood filled Tav's mouth as she collapsed onto her knees, her once pristine armor was now drenched in crimson. She gritted her teeth, trying to fight through the pain, but it was too much. Her body was wilting, and she could feel her strength slipping away.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she heard Wyll's voice calling out to her. She turned her head to see him rushing towards her, his expression filled with worry and fear. He grabbed her trembling body, trying to offer some form of support.

Tav's eyes drifted upwards, fixated on the bright blue sky. It seemed so peaceful and serene, a stark contrast to the chaos and violence that surrounded her.

But even as she lay there, weak and injured, more faces filled her vision. There was Halsin, Shadowheart, Karlach, and then Enver. They all appeared before her, their voices blending together in a blur. Tav tried to keep track, but her body was failing her. And as the darkness began to creep in at the edges of her vision, she knew she couldn't hold on any longer.

It was like Tav was falling into a black abyss, every little word or noise echoed all around her and memories flashed before her eyes.

Tav gasped.

Her body sweated and drenched her clothes as she laid in a bed, around her was littered with medical supplies and potions.

“Tav! Thanks, gods you’re okay.” Shadowheart poked her head into the bedroom. Shadowheart ran over and placed a cool rag over Tav’s forehead. “It got real bad for a second there…That damn Emporer,” she admitted as sadness washed over Shadowheart's eyes.

“I -“ Tav winced loudly cutting her words off as she tried to sit up, “Don’t even remember getting here.”

Tav rubbed her eyes and blinked aimlessly, "Where's everyone..?"

"Well... Karlach and Wyll left together to Avernus, Halsin returned home as did Gale, Lae'zel left with Orpheus, and Astarion is probably hiding in the darkest corner right now."

The crown was returned to Mystra. Gortash quickly realized that his actions would only lead to chaos and death and that his best course of action was to step back and allow Mystra to resume her rightful place to destroy the evil magic.

It was instinctive, to choose survival, and strategic to keep power.

"Oh.." There was a sadness that stung in Tav's chest. It was over. Everyone she called 'friend' was returning to their lives or starting a new one.

“Tav!” A voice startled her eyes opened and it was a pleasant surprise.

“Hey, you…” Tav half smiled through the sharp pain, "Not the prettiest view, I know." She joked shallowly.

Gortash rushed into the room, his heart pounding in fear as he saw Tav lying in the bed, pale with messy hair. He did not waste time planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I don't care about that," he said, taking a seat on the bed's edge. "You were drenched in blood, and your skin went pale, I thought maybe it would be the last time I saw you." His voice became low.

Gortash gently took Tav's hand, relieved to feel a weak squeeze in return. "I would much rather see you like this, than like that," His broad frame hovered over Tav's body. "I am just grateful that you are still alive."

He didn't care that Shadowheart was there, with a surprised look on her face from his sudden softness.

"Well - this adventure has shown me lots of surprises. This is certainly one of them." Shadowheart crossed her arms with a knowing smile. She nodded quietly at Tav before leaving them to their privacy.

"I'm happy you came." Tav gently rested her free hand on his injured one, "Thank you."

His expression turned to confusion and disbelief as he processed the words Tav had just spoken. "You're thanking me?" he asked, his lips frowning and his head shaking. "But why? I would have died without you. It was your trust in me, despite your objectively foolish choice, that saved my life."

Tav's naivety and trust led her to place her faith in Gortash, despite all logical reasoning. And yet, it was also this same trait that had allowed Tav to take a leap of faith and ultimately save his life.

Gortash sighed, "And I am forever grateful for - your stupidity." It was a statement filled with sincerity and appreciation; even if he sucked at it with words.

Tav rolled her eyes playfully, "You're horrible with gratitude, but you're welcome, Enver."

Gortash's eyes softened as his name left Tav's lips. He brought her hands to his face and kissed the bruised skin.

"I suppose you still want me to become part of your court...Im not sure if -"

"No. I cannot engage in any business discussions when you are like this." He lowered her hands and gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. Gortash looked into Tav's eyes, relieved that she was even alive, he knew that nothing else mattered at that moment. Gortash was grateful for her safety and well-being, and he could not bring himself to discuss anything else until she was in a better state.

~Back to the present

"Indeed, you are special." Gortash held out his arm inviting her and Tav hooked her arms around his. She limped a little less as he held some weight off her feet.

Some guests turned their heads in interest, silently wondering about the nature of their relationship. As they made their way through the room, Tav noticed the various reactions. Some wore surprised expressions, others showed jealousy, while some seemed completely baffled.

Tav felt her face flush with a hint of embarrassment, and she wondered what was going through their minds. Tav couldn't blame them for being curious, but it still made her feel uncomfortable.

It was a strange feeling. Tav was sent to kill Gortash and release the city from his binds and treachery. She betrayed herself, and maybe some of her companions but she couldn't explain the way Gortash went soft for her. Only her. Maybe with better influence, he could really thrive, despite his horrible demeanor.

But Gortash remained unfazed, confidently leading her through the room. His nonchalant attitude added to the mystery surrounding their relationship. And he could feel Tav's hold become tighter.

Gortash looked down at her and nudged his head, "Uncomfortable, my dear? Let us get some privacy."

Tav's eyebrows curved up in a softened expression. Thank Gods.

Gortash guided Tav away from the loud and chaotic room, filled with loud music and prying eyes. As they distanced themselves from the overwhelming atmosphere, he lifted her gently into his arms. Tav couldn't keep up with his fast steps. He pitied her.

Gortash carried Tav onto the balcony and was greeted by a stunning view of the garden. The lush greenery and colorful flowers filled the air with a sweet, floral scent.

Tav carefully sank her footing until her feet were firmly planted on the balcony floor. She then leaned over the railing, taking in the beauty of the garden. Gortash soon joined her, propping his elbows on the balcony and admiring the scenery beside her. They stood in silence, mesmerized.

"There is so much in this world I can offer to it." He stared off onto the night sky, "I've been cheated of my life many times, and every time I have prevailed." His head slowly turned to Tav's side, "That must mean something?"

"Of course. You were meant to be here. You are an inventor at heart but I wished you would be more...ethical in your work."

Gortash scuffed as a smirk played on his lips, "Life is unfair, isn't it."

Tav's expression shifted as she scrunched her lips to the side and furrowed her brows in a pout, "Life is what you make of it."

"Not everyone is an optimistic hero that goes and swooping down to save anyone." He paused, his voice firm and unwavering, "I didn't have you. I didn't have a choice. But I refused to be a mere pawn in the hands of a devil. I made a conscious decision to rise above my circumstances and become something more. I made me."

He continued, "A forgotten child. A slave. A follower. A tyrant."

Tav tilted her head with a pang of sadness. Without hesitation, she extended her hand toward him, "While this may be your reality, remember that you still have the power to decide your future," she said gently. "You can choose a different path."

"It's more complicated than that, Tav."

"Then -" She leaned her head on his shoulder, "Let us figure it out together."

"Like I said: Optimistic hero." He closed his eyes and smiled sarcastically, "I don't know if I should hate or admire it."

"You don't have to understand." Tav nudged her head against his arm, "Some things are not meant to understand, but you would be lucky too one day, I hope."

"You know, people say I have magical foresight" Tav teased him.

"No one says that- "

"How would you know, you're practically a princess locked away in her tower."

Gortash laughed at Tav's sassiness, finding her wit and boldness amusing.

The moment went silent around them as they enjoyed each other's company. The ballroom's music crept into the air, and Gortash then stepped away from the balcony and held out his hand, "A dance, little hero?"

"O-Ohh noo, Enever, I'm not much of a dancer." Tav playfully waved her hands back and forth while shaking her head and wearing a wide grin.

He shrugged, "Neither am I."

Tempting. Tav softened her smile as her heart jumped out of her chest. She hesitantly took Gortash's hand in hers and he pulled her body closer.

His hand fell at Tav's waist. Without thinking, he began to sway from side to side, moving in a small waltz-like motion. Gortash wanted to take things slow, not wanting to hurt her stab wound in any way.

Plus, It helped him mask his horrible dancing.

Tav's foot accidentally stepped on his toes, and she was mortified with embarrassment.

Gortash chuckled to himself. It wasn't serious, Tav was just as lacking as he was. Despite being messy, sloppy, and dysfunctional, their dance became smoother eventually, with their feet perfectly in sync.

Tav rested her head on Gortash's shoulder, her hand on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as they danced.

As the song came to an end, Tav lifted her head and looked into Gortash's eyes. She smiled and gently placed her hand on his face, running her thumb over his cheek.

Gortash exhaled and leaned into her touch. "You look beautiful tonight, Tav," he said, his deep voice filled with admiration.

Tav blushed and looked down, her red dress swaying with their movements. "Thank you," she said softly, feeling her heart flutter at his words.

"It's my favorite color on you," Gortash continued, his eyes never leaving hers. "You always look stunning, but there's something about you in red that's so alluring."

Gortash leaned down and captured Tav's lips in a gentle kiss. It was a soft, sweet kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

His hands moved to her shoulders, holding her firmly as he deepened the kiss. Tav's heart raced and she felt his lips move against hers, their bodies still swaying to the music.

His tongue crept into Tav's mouth and intertwined with hers. Gortash savored the taste of her lips, which he had been longing for ever since they last had sex.

When they pulled away, Tav's eyes met Gortash's, and she could see the lust in his eyes. He held her face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks.

"So what will it be now, between us?" His voice fell low, and Tav could've sworn she felt the nervousness exude from him. His gaze became increasingly cold, almost like he was preparing himself for the worst.

"Whatever you want it to be," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Their breaths mingled in the air.

"I want you."

Tav gently placed her hand over his, intertwining their fingers as she spoke, "Then you'll have me."

"But let's take this slow - I want to get to know you more outside these damn walls." Tav stifled a small laugh and met Gortash's eyes, waiting to see how he would react.

Gortash gently nodded his head, a small smile forming on his lips and his eyes welcoming. He agreed and reached out and traced Tav's lips with his thumb, his touch gentle and tender.

"I will do my best to make you happy and protect you at all costs."

They continued to dance on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the magic of the moment. The music faded into the background as they kissed and held each other, not knowing what this 'love' was. But they were damn well going to find out together.

As the stars twinkled above them, Gortash leaned in and kissed Tav softly, sealing their newfound alliance and love for each other. And in that moment, they knew that they were meant to rule together, side by side.

~The End

T - T Aw, this was my first every mini-series, and ah<3 It's time to move on.. This was fun to imagine in my room late at night just typing like a madman.. Definitely not my last series! I'm currently writing another Gortash x durge Tav called Blood Bond and requests :'))))

But I hope everyone enjoyed and for those who stuck around, Much appreciated :*<3

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saturnbellfromhell · 1 year

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS IV

Hello! Welcome back to some obersvations for the month of May! I've been super inspired since I've started working in a new firm and got to meet many new colleges. So I hope you enjoy the content and always feel free to comment your opinions and observations!

〰️ DISCLAIMLER

These are my personal, subjective views on some placements and signs. If you disagree, feel free to discuss it down below and not take everything personally.

With that being said, let's get started!

💧PISCES SUN/RISING

These people just sniff out each other the second they lock eyes with one another. It's this familiar family they all crave to feel and it's finally in front of their face. They feel at peace and at home with other Pisces dominant people. They have these glossy eyes filled with mystery and warmth. Every Pisces Sun/Rising/Dominant person I've met has some sort of artistic talent, that being: painting, drawing, sculpting, writing, play any instrument..etc. They are so in tune with the details of life others strive to see. I also think they can be such big day dreamers, introverts and tragically lovley people.

💧MOON IN AQUARIUS

This placement can seem very distant, raw and viewed as a lonely wolf but on the contrary it's a whole different story. Aquarius rules the 11th house, which is the house of community, society, shortly speaking friendships. So having a Moon in this sign really means having a collective feeling with others and wanting to socialize. On the other hand Aqarius is ruled by Saturn, a cold and restrictive planet of time, so Aquariuans don't want to rush things nor spend their time on irrelevant people. By doing so they can seem to cut people off quickly and start over or to overly bond with someone and become obsessed, since putting so much effort and love into them. They want to be seem as rigid and cold to mask their openness and emotional demeanor. When they get hurt they shut off, write it off and try to ignore it, even though deep inside it hurts for a very long time, but they just try as hard as they can to forget.

💧CHIRON IN SCORPIO

Chiron, the healing healer. Cursed with a wound never to be patched up again, but at the same time giving the knowledge to others how to continue with their wounds. Scorpio Chirons are constitley shamed for their sexual energy surrounding them, so most of the time they cover up and try to hide underneath it. They attract a lot of perverted minds to the table by just breathing. This can also indicate a very empathetic and intuitive person who feels absolutely every thing and can/wants to help others, but by doing so breaks themself down a lot of the time. They also have strong trust issues, may abuse their power, can have low self estem, can be frightful and nervous people. When they open up their heart more and let go is when the healing truly happens. They are more wise than they think, but they cannot see it always threw the anxious attitude and self sabotaging persona.

💧 5TH HOUSE IN CANCER

They attract and love water signs. They crave deep connections, star gazing, physical touch, nurturing their partner, tender, sweet and innocent love. These people like to pit their partner on a pedestal and become a little obsessed with them. They want them to be the center of their universe and also want that in return. Cancer is also symbolically connected to the Mother archetype, the womb, birth...etc, having Cancer in the 5th house of romance and relationships means these people really have that motherly instinct and adore when their partner is family oriented of hands on with kids. They love rainy days filled with the smell of baked goods in the arms of their loved one. They want a Romeo and Juliet kind of love.

💧SAGITTARIUS MOON

Now I've grown up with two Sag Moons in my house hold, one being my brother and the other being my father and they are so alike it's hilarious. I've also had 2 very close friends with this placement and again the similarities are off the rails. Firstly they need to always be on the run, optionally having a job which includes a lot of travel or just changing jobs in different places. Secondly, they are so angry when things don't go their way, but they do cool down quite quickly, the most out of the 3 fire Moons. They are also so good in finding solutions with different people and I different situations. They also love to have many hobbies, are known to be book worms and can flow with any conversation quite well. They are also huge extroverts and the goofy bunch. This doesn't apply that much if the native has a lot of 8th house placements, Pluto aspects with personal planets or a 12th house Moon/Sun/Stellium.

💧AIR DOMINAT PEOPLE

It's really hard for Air dominant people to relate to others. They are just overly detached and see everything threw a realist prism. It can be a little annoying to be honest, especially for fire and water signs, who are just passionate and act a lot how they feel.

💧GEMINI VENUS

Here's me again, bashing on Gemini Venuses...but I just can't help it. The Venus sign that I meet and attract the most. From all the people that remarried, had a lot of partners, Venus in Gemini takes the cake. But what I do respect about them is they will not stay in something they're unhappy with for a long time, they have very high standards and will not dumb them down for anyone. They will always find something better and more exiting and that's why they are known to "change" partners and be "promiscuous". Yep, many are jealous of them at the end of the day aswell.

💧LIBRA RISING

I've never met a Libra rising that doesn't have q nice behind! I know that sounds kinda creepy, but it's true. Since Libra rules the lower back, they all have a more rounder rear. The also have amazing skin most of the time. A very plump and glowy face.

💧NEPTUNE IN THE 12TH HOUSE

This can indicate a very cloudy person. They can be very inactive and procrastinate a lot, but at the same time be highly intelligent and artsy people. I mean Neptune does feel at home in the 12 house, so in my opinion if you're going to have any planet in this house, Neptune it is.

💧MALES WITH VENUS IN THE 1ST HOUSE

Now, I know it's such a strange placement to bash since this is a very fond placement to me and close to my heart. But I've noticed a lot of men having this placement can be confused with this feminine energy in their chart. They are very beautiful, don't get me wrong, but when this placement is mixed with a water sun/moon and a fire Mars it's a death penalty. They know they're beautiful and girls get caught up in that trap of emotional intelligence and an attractive face. They also can be a little shallow. I've seen many guys leave the girl they have the most in common with for just a pretty face so they can show her off as a trophy and then go after the other, but still message and crave the one they truly felt something.

💧TAURUS VENUS IN MALES

The thing that gets them the most if a fruity and playful perfume, long bouncy hair and back scratches...trust me.

💧SUN SQUARE JUPITER

A lot goes on in a day of a person who has this aspect. In one corner ypu want to achieve everything and anything, work your ass of and show your strong ego. In the other corner you are so sick of being the more responsible person and want to just run away. They also have an intense feeling about failure. They should lean from it, not run away.

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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Do it!! We love your ideas chief, that’s why we’re here!

Also ghoul reader is hot as fuck

[Light body horror. Angst]

Well- two important factors about ghoul reader are both their body and mind deteriorate over time, but can be rebuilt to full structure by eating human meat/brain healthy meals.

This led me to think of a "healer" ghoul reader who can sorta transfer/reconstruct the healthy cells to others and heal people that way. Lose a kidney? Ghoul Reader can create a new one and negate most side effects by eating some ground beef left in the freezer. A personal sacrifice of their flesh for another being.

Given the nature of their healing properties, Ghoul Reader is extremely caring and always puts others before themself. They make friends with the wrong person- someone who hardly cares about their well-being and uses Reader for their personal gain. They had been scarred horribly by mistakes they'd already made and without them even asking Reader starts to slowly heal them. Their body needs more work than reader's can take, but they just write the ghoul off as lazy and trying to keep them around. Reader's body mass continues to shrink no matter how much they eat. It hurts them to put so much strain on their body... it hurts so much... but they still try. They still keep that "friend" in their heart and notebooks so they'll never forget them when their memory blanks. They care about their friend. They love them. They want them to be okay and love themself for who they are-

But they never knew how truly rotten that person was - inside and out.

"Finally... All those horrid scars were a damper on my social life. I'm even more beautiful than I was then. That being said, I can't be seen around something like you. It was fun."

That isn't what friends are supposed to say.. After all they did for them... Gone without even saying goodbye. That was the ghouls first time being betrayed to such caliber- and it crushed them. They wouldn't feel this pain if they were just another mindless creature, but they were proud of the person they'd become. The "normal" human being who walked around same as everyone else. They were just like them... only rotting... maybe that person wasn't so wrong to leave them behind...

Ghoul Reader shuts off from the outside world after that. They stick to their routine as it's all they've ever known, but they've lost that rosy view of the world. Is it worth making friends anymore? What's the point of trying if they'll just be abandoned again? They were more human than the people around them. Unlike them - they felt pain. They wanted to forget it all - so they did. Most of it at least.

While out one night reader notices a musky scent in the air. So faint only their nose would catch it. They follow the trail to a body lying behind some dumpsters - stab wounds having torn deep holes through their vital organs. Their pulse was weak - fading. Despite all the pain they've been dealt, Ghoul couldn't let someone die for another's mistake. They fixed up the near corpse and waited for them to wake up so they couldn't get home safety.

"Ugh....I'm still alive....lame...who the fuck are you?.."

Ghoul Reader explains everything that lead up to the encounter and their healing capabilities.

"Eh....with how my nights gone - I'll believe anything at this point. Thanks for the help, bud."

It was nothing. Ghoul Reader gets up to leave.

"Aye! Where ya going? You save people's lives on the regular and expect nothing back? Lemme treat you to dinner. Know a good spot close by and I still have the wallet I was gutted over. Let's get going already!"

Reader learns more about their new acquaintance. A petty thief trying to get on the right track in life. They spun some wild story about seeing a guy dropping his wallet and them trying to return it with the guy flying off the rails and accusing them of stealing it. The details were spotty, but Reader nodded along to every word. They needed a place to stay for the night as their home was too far to trek back too at that hour. They give Reader the rest of the cash in the wallet in exchange for their couch and they become the first real friend Reader makes.

Everything Reader gave they always tried to give back double. The near death experience gave them a new outlook on life. It was something to be cherished and not thrown away so easily as they had in the past. They wanted to share that new view with their only friend. Reader was a better companion than people they'd know their entire life. A little bitey when they got hungry, but everyone gets a little cranky when they're starving.

The friend gets a call over. Reader had skipped breakfast and wasn't sticking to their usual diet. They sat alone, unable to move and succumbing to the painful cramps of hunger. They begged their friend to bring them meat from the store, but their friend wanted to end their suffering as quickly as they could. They pulled out their trusty switchblade, embedding its teeth in their pinky finger. Ghoul Reader tries to stop them.

"Y/n, you saved my life. It's as much yours as it is mine. I'd give anything to properly replay you, but I'll never be able to and I don't mind living with that debt on my shoulders if it means we're together. This is the least I can do for you- so shut up and eat my damn finger."

A week after Reader tries them their finger back there's a knock on the door. Their friend refused treatment seeing it as a marker of their loyality to reader. They make sure reader is well fed at all times. A face reader has seen before stands behind the door. Some model they've seen on billboards and flyers. What could someone like that with them?

"Y/n. I know you probably don't want to see me after what I've done, but I need your help. I got into an accident after a few drinks last week. Nothing serious before you ask, but I've got these bruises and I have an important party to attend this Saturday. I'll allow you to be my plus one if that fixes things."

....

"I'll be out with a friend Saturday, but thank you. I can still fix you, but if you don't mind me asking - how do you know my name?"

Reader leads them to their couch and heals their spotty face all while the stranger is left bewildered. They're acting like nothing happened. Why are they acting like nothing happened? Who was this new friend and who the hell was that standing by their bedroom door?

"Are you seriously going to play this game?"

"What do you mean?"

"Pretending like you don't know who I am. That's harsh even with everything that's happened."

Ghoul Reader backs away from them.

"I've seen you in pictures, but that's it. I don't know who you are."

"It was cute at first, but I'm not playing whatever game you're trying to start. You know who I am."

Ghoul Reader racks their brain for answers, but there's no result. They begin to hyperventilate. "I don't....I don't know who you are....Stop it, please!"

"Not til you say my name. I'll own up to my part when do that simple thing."

They grip at their face, talons catching on their softened skin. "I don't know who you are...Don't make me remember..... Get out.... GET OUT!"

As the stranger leaves and heads towards their car a notebook flies out reader's window - aiming for their skull had they not stepped out of the way in time. Inside are pages of filled with scratched out ink held on a weakened spine. It was a miracle they held together. The pages stick togethered, water damgaged by crusted specks of blood and smaller dots of a clearer fluid. The words written were near illegible, but there's a few key points they could make out. A birthday, the begining and ending characters to a person's name, a repeated phrase pieced together over the various pages. Don't forget. Never forget.

They'd been erased completely from reader's conscious mind. This notebook had been kept to prevent that very thing from happening. All those precious memories thrown away. The stranger was happy with the life they'd been robbed of - but no one had ever been their for them like Reader had. A new stain falls to the page.

Flipping to the final page, a note slides off the back cover.

"Come here again - and I'll erase you permanently."

It wasn't reader's hand writing. The person in the window holds up a new journal - comforting a sobbing ghoul on their shoulder.

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elviola · 1 year

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THE SUN AND THE MOON.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan x Reader

SHE/HER READER!

PLOT: You are the moon parallel to the sun. Parallel to Neteyam, you cannot help but to want more of the brightness he gives.

NOTE: not proofread again lololol, i just have so many poems for him so i'll turn them to oneshots instead, this was kinda rushed and i'm half asleep

NETEYAM IS A STAR, the brightest star that you could ever see. The sun to the solar system, your sun in your life. He's the bravest, you notice. When the humans try to take what's not rightfully theirs, he shows his pride in being a Na'vi. He shows it by being brave in battle, flying his ikran along his brother, and father. Neteyam is strong, his skills are well learned and put to the best use there is for the clan.

You walk through a certain pathway to see the hunters train for the next time they go out and you see him. See his hands hold tightly around the bow as his eyes focus intently on the target. You thought, you could never do that. You could never be like him.

You could never be with him.

You talk to the warrior sometimes, when he visits your hut to rest, and heal.

"______, I'm sorry I keep coming. I can not find ways to stop me bleeding without it even bleeding more." He enters, holding his shoulder with pressure. You quickly stand up and inspect the wound, it was deep. "Today was too rough on you." He looks at you as he sits down on the mat, "Nothing is too rough for me."

Your peers notice your adoration for the oldest Sully son. They ask,

"Why don't you tell him? It's not hard to try." But it is, they don't see the way you see him, that he's too high and your wings are too small to fly. When he's near, your mouth turned lock, as you nod instead to speak. Because Neteyam is scary, you fear that when you go too close to him. You will melt, you will give your whole to him.

You know he won't do the same.

When you see some other girl with him under the alluring trees at night. You didn't mean to stare, but when it's him, who doesn't stop to look? His hands weren't holding tightly on his bow but he was holding hers, gently. His gaze wasn't intent but soft and you dared to be selfish, rip him from her, and reason he was yours.

He was never to begin with.

So you try, on a sunny day. Neteyam is with his family, sharing his stories about his journey a while ago, sitting around in a circle. He glances to the side surprised when he sees your form bending over. Trying to catch your breath after running to him when he's free. Free from the chains the Olo'eyktan's son has to accomplish. "Neteyam, I need to talk to you." Jake looks at him and approves, and he bids his sibling goodbye.

You walk with him to the cliff side of the forest, a spacious view of the trees and greenery below. "Is there something wrong, _____? Was it the herbal tea? I will go find the other ingredient, I promise." Neteyam is kind. He acknowledges the generosity the people give him, and he is eager to give it back. "No, it's fine. It's about—" You hesitate, reminding yourself that this it the line where all the memories you've made with him and continuation of it will be gone, erased. His eyes are waiting and you don't want to waste his time.

"I like you." You say as his face morphs to surprise, "I like you so much it hurts."

Neteyam is nice, that he helps even the people shy and awkward to him. He comforts them that all is fine when good and all is under control when chaos is nearing. So he is nice to you.

"I am sorry, _____. We are not close, You are a good friend. Yes? A great healer but I can not like someone I do not know." Your eyes burned tears, he panics as he shifts uncomfortably at his feet. "If you would have talked more to me? Maybe, came closer?" You want to spit venom but even in this situation, you find him divine with the light shining at his face. Illuminating his eyes that make you forget what happened for a moment.

"I couldn't go near you."

"Why?" He asks, and you answer.

I yearn to be near you, to connect eachother until the ache in my heart goes away. But I am mortal, I can be pushed off my feet and be swept away along the wind. You are more, someone that gives me a fraction of a second to not feel like one. To feel belonged, with you.

So I stay far away from the sunlight rays and from your familiar face. I'll make myself content to the little attention I get and I'll train my heart to be strong when it's trying to beat only to you.

I'll be the only one that chooses you over the bright moon,

My sun.

But you give him the version that is kind to your heart instead,

"You burn when you're too close to the sun."

______ is brave, brave to tell the hero, she has fallen and _____ is strong to always face him without messing up her composture. _____ is scary because her feelings are too big for her heart, that she fears it will break but _____ is kind to let water stream down her face as how the rain drops on the leaves, she is kind to set the longing feeling gone, free.

_____ is as mighty as Neteyam and even though they can never be together. They will parallel against eachother.

The sun and the moon.

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seeyoulbleed · 8 months

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Fixation

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Summary: You learn some unsettling things about what it means to be loved by a Uchiha, let alone Madara himself. gender-neutral reader. SFW.

"It's a bit hot, so be careful-" You jinx yourself, your long pant legs tripping you. Down you go, scalding water splashing your hand. Tender is the flesh that it spills off of, red and welling and all too vulnerable.

He's there within a moment, catching your hand gently in his, tugging you into his grasp before you can truly tumble to the floor. Madara lets the porcelain teapot he bought for your birthday shatter across the tatami mats, his focus only on you.

You hate it when he looks at you like this.

Fathomless black eyes pinning you in place, the butterfly to his all-knowing gaze, the glimmer of red you catch piercing you right through. Saying Madara Uchiha is an intimidating man is a gross understatement, one that fails to truly encompass everything that he is. There's something primordial to the very air around him, something old and heavy that presses in on you to keep you in place.

You think he knows what he does to you. Knows how he's the hawk to your rabbit, caught in his talons. He's trying so hard to be soft, to be tame, as he calls for a healer. All is silent as he sits you down far from the mess. You look everywhere but him, a flush crawling up your neck. Does he have to stare?

"I apologize. I do not wish you discomfort."

Your mouth goes dry and you duck your head. You hadn't realized you'd said it out loud. But you always do forget yourself when you're with him- it's what made this...whatever this is, all the more concerning. Despite the improperness of the whole thing, he's moved you into the Uchiha complex, right within his own chambers. He's never done anything untoward, has been even kind in his own way, but there is not a doubt in your mind he is biding his time.

For what? He already has you. What is he waiting for?

The healer comes rushing in, startling you out of your thoughts. It makes you jump, and that makes Madara turn that heavy gaze of his onto the woman. You peek from the corner of your eyes and watch in real-time as fear strikes her, her elderly face turning ashen as she begs his pardon. He grants her the reprieve in the form of focusing on your hand.

"Heal it."

The healer nods, her once Uchiha black hair now a withered grey that twists out of her face in a simple braid. Familiar black eyes don't bother to look at you, only at your wound, her crepe paper-thin skinned hands trembling, unwilling to touch you fully.

Madara hears something you cannot, red filling the black of his eyes. The tomoe spins lazily in ire.

"Stay here. I will return shortly." His hand hovers by your cheek, his fingertips brushing the curve of it light as a feather. It twitches, something deeper in his eyes that you refuse to acknowledge flickering to life. Like a candle, it's snuffed out before you can pretend it was never there.

He's gone within a blink and it is only you and the healer.

Her chakra is mint green where it coats your skin, the healing energy flowing through you and remaking your cells anew. How it truly worked escaped you as most ninja arts do but its soft color entrances you. So used to black and red, you had nearly forgotten such a gentle color.

"The way he loves you...I will never understand it," The healer admits in a whisper.

"He does not love me." You reply, tone empty. "Not the way you believe."

"It may not be a love you understand, but he loves you all the same. An Uchiha loves with every breath. Every pulse of his veins belongs to you. It may appear twisted, but it is the way we love."

"It's just some kind of fixation. You said it yourself you don't understand his love."

She licks her lips and takes a moment to think of her next words, the green chakra sputtering out as the last of your skin heals. "He has always been an intense man. A devoted man. I do not doubt he loves you, I doubt he knows how to control it. And that surprises me most of all given all that he is."

"Why are you telling me this?" You mutter, taking your hand back. You flex it, watching the new skin with trepidation building in your gut.

"I'm warning you. Do not think things will stay as they are. You sleep in his room but the clan elders whisper how he has yet to bed you. They whisper how he has yet to bring up wedding plans, and yet he has ordered bands from the Land of Iron. This moment of peace you are living in will not last and you will come to know what it truly means to be loved by a Uchiha, let alone one like my Lord."

You drop your hand. Blood has spilled from where you bit into your cheek, a sudden rage filling you.

"I never asked nor agreed to any of this."

She gives you a pitying look. "Nobody ever does. But love comes and takes from us all the same."

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wolfnonymous · 10 months

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hi guess who’s back with another not proofread fic at 1 am. might be a little ooc, sorry :((

also ngl I had no idea where I was going with this. I just wrote whatever came to mind 😭😭

i spend all my days trying to forget her face

warning for angst! part 2 here

The Sword Champion of the Luofu couldn’t keep her eyes off you. Every single day, she’d see you running around healing the sick and treating the wounds of the injured. Some days, you would greet her with a soft smile and ask her if she was well. Other days, you give her a quick nod and run off to your destination. Either way, you sent butterflies fluttering in Jingliu’s stomach.

Her stone cold exterior was nothing more than a facade when she was alone with you, but those moments were few and far in between. A few times you’ve pulled her aside after an intense day of training and wrapped her calloused, bleeding hands. Your soft touch sent shivers down her spine as you bandaged the bruises on her arms. Another time, she found herself having tea with you on a pleasant day.

There was even a time where a young Jing Yuan noticed the subtle changes in his master when you were around. You were almost like an older sister to him. So the cheeky apprentice would try to set you up with Jingliu in a multitude of ways, and it would work. You and Jingliu would end up alone in situations where Jingliu’s heart would pound in her chest more than a fearsome battle could ever make her. But before you or her could say anything, she would compose herself and separate quickly from you.

Jingliu has a goal: to gain the power to slay the gods. Nothing can stand in her way. She can’t have foolish love poison her mind and distract her from the ultimate goal.

But the swordswoman couldn’t help but always hope you returned her feelings and approach her first. That way, she would have an excuse to give into the sweet embrace of love. In the hundreds of years you’ve known her, you never did. You never knew how much she wanted to be with you, to stand by your side as your lover. She wanted to spend the rest of your lives sharing in every joy or sorrow you’d have.

You always knew of her powerful swordsmanship and strength, and admired her hard working qualities from afar. But it was those qualities that intimidated you into thinking she would never spare a thought of you or romance. You chose to ignore the warmth you saw in her crimson eyes when you were alone with her. As a healer, you kept your relationship with her strictly professional. One day, she might not come back from the battlefield, and the distance you kept would protect you from pain and heartbreak. It was better this way. At least, that’s what you thought.

When that fateful day came, it felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest. Jing Yuan returned victorious - but at a cost. The moment you saw his downcast expression and the dark look in his eyes, you knew she was gone. Her mind succumbed to the mara, forcing Jing Yuan to end her with his blade.

With the waves of injured soldiers coming in, you had no time to grieve. You forced yourself to focus on tending to the wounded. Every bruise, every scar reminded you of the times you’d patch her up after fights. It felt nauseating to even be in the present when everything reminded you of her. Once your task was done, there was nothing you could do to distract yourself fully. Alone in your office, you fell to your knees sobbing. Jing Yuan found you huddled up and stayed by your side, sharing in your grief and pain. Both of you had lost someone important that day.

Centuries passed by in the blink of an eye. You watched Jing Yuan grow into the general he is today. You yourself became one of the most highly praised and respected healers on the Xianzhou. And Jingliu… her name was erased and forgotten. Nobody spoke of her name. It was forbidden to even mention her. The taboo nature of it all made you doubt yourself. The unrequited love you felt for so long, the vulnerability you swore you felt when you were with her, was it really just fake? Were you making up things and turned a blind eye to the bad because you were so in love? So much time has passed, so many things have changed - but you still felt yourself pining for a lost love. Jingliu has been gone for so many seasons now, so why is it that you still long for her?

The thought hung over your mind as you walked through the dimly lit streets one evening. The Luofu was currently in chaos with the sudden appearance of Stellaron Hunters and the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. Jing Yuan was busy, so you were left alone with nobody to share your wistful thoughts with.

You weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings and bumped into someone, so you mumbled a quick apology to the stranger. But something caught your eye and made you freeze. It was as if time stood still.

The stranger had long white hair, an elegant dress of blue, black, and white, and a black blindfold covering their eyes. You knew who it was instantly. Those exact details were burned into your memory after countless hours of gazing upon them.

You couldn’t see the woman’s eyes, but you felt her staring back at you. But just like before, you both walked away. This time, it was you who left first.

It must’ve been a cruel trick from the Aeons. The moment you thought about Jingliu, a woman looking exactly like her appears in front of you. Just seeing someone similar to her again tore an old wound open in your heart. The pain was almost unbearable, so you left quickly lest a poor stranger see you break down in tears.

The stranger watched you as you walked away hurriedly. Some emotion tugged at her heart. Sorrow? Longing? Regret? It didn’t matter, but the feelings lingered even when you were long gone.

She couldn’t remember much after the Mara struck, but something was so familiar about you. Forgotten feelings threatened to rise to the surface.

History repeated itself. Jingliu pushed down those feelings, and so did you. The past was in the past. It was time to move on.

title is from “forget her” by girl in red.

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libbee · 10 months

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8th House Melodious Interpretations

These notes are taken from https://carmenturnerschott.com/category/8th-house/ These are not my words, not my work.

After studying astrology for several years, it became evident to me that the most powerful house in our astrological chart was the eighth house.

We attract the wounded like a magnet.

We take the risk of being hurt, but that is the mission of the eighth house person. To take risks and be vulnerable is being strong.

By truly being vulnerable with another person and truly allowing someone into our lives and heart we can heal our own pain. We can’t do it alone.

Like Pandora’s box being opened for the first time, everything we don’t want to see will be released.

I learned more about myself from them and the hidden destiny of an eighth house person. The destiny is that of a healer.

It is through experiencing deep hurt that we can truly understand the pain of others. The eighth house person is meant to delve into and dive deep into the emotional waters and experience all the deeper emotions under the surface. By experiencing these deeper emotions we become aware of others pain, not just our own.

They transform and take all of those memories, emotions and thoughts and morph into an entire new person. This ability to regenerate, transform inside creates healing and with time they are able to truly forgive although they never forget.

A voice inside tells them “get up”.

She told me once that she often feels that something in her dies and she suddenly feels completely different.

Through emotional death, psychological death and symbolic death most eighth house people transform who they are.

They are meant to.

They are meant to become beacons of hope for those who are hopeless. They are meant to be a listening ear for those who have sad stories to tell. They are meant to be there for someone who needs a good friend and a good hug in a moment of devastation. They are meant to be there for those who are in the dark knight of the soul because they are truly able to understand.

Secretive, private, mysterious and deep

Growing spiritually, and achieving a deep insight into others, is the gifts of this house.

They can feel like no one understands them and that no one else in their life thinks or feels as they do.

These individuals are feeling other’s energies, auras, thought forms and emotions. This is being one with others, not separate.

They always have a sense of their own mortality.

True healers, body workers, counselors and psychics usually have planets in the eighth house.

The most important thing to remember is that the eighth house does not lie.

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edenmemes · 2 years

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game of thrones (book) starters

❝ a mind needs books like it needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. ❞ ❝ a lion doesn’t concern itself with the opinion of sheep. ❞ ❝ nothing burns like the cold. ❞ ❝ i've angered you. that was never my intent. ❞ ❝ do the dead frighten you? ❞ ❝ the day will come when you need them to respect you, even fear you a little. ❞ ❝ did i offend you? my pardons...but you are scum. ❞ ❝ folly and desperation are offtimes hard to tell apart. ❞ ❝ you must put your dreams aside. they will only break your heart. ❞ ❝ a man in your place should count himself fortunate that his head is still on his shoulders. ❞ ❝ every hurt is a lesson, and every lesson makes you better. ❞ ❝ life is not a song. someday you will learn that, to your sorrow. ❞ ❝ once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use that against you. ❞ ❝ the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. ❞ ❝ make no mistake. i fought for you, but i do not love you. ❞ ❝ some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. ❞ ❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ ❝ if i look back i am lost. ❞ ❝ your mind is as deft as your blade, it would seem. ❞ ❝ i cannot think of anyone whose company i desire less than yours. ❞ ❝ sleep is the great healer. ❞ ❝ when you play a game of thrones, you win or you die. ❞ ❝ most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it. ❞ ❝ the things we love destroy us every time. remember that. ❞ ❝ death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities. ❞ ❝ what, lost your taste of adventure? 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❞ ❝ can’t say i’ll be sad to see the back of this place. ❞ ❝ travel by night and hole up by day, avoid the road while we can, make no noise and light no fires. ❞ ❝ mercy is never a mistake. ❞ ❝ i don’t wish to hurt you, but i will if i have to. ❞ ❝ i swear it, you will have your vengeance. ❞ ❝ i bow to serve you, to obey you, to die for you if need be. ❞ ❝ a man who fights for coin is loyal only to his purse. ❞ ❝ we have won a battle, not a war. ❞ ❝ do i look like a liar too? ❞ ❝ more than once, i have dreamed of giving up the crown. ❞ ❝ distrusting me was the wisest thing you’ve done. ❞ ❝ poison is a coward’s weapon. ❞ ❝ how many times must i tell you to hold your tongue? ❞ ❝ you have done all i could have asked of you, and a hundred times more. ❞ ❝ i have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine, but that was not one of them. ❞ ❝ sometimes the gods are merciful. ❞ ❝ go ahead, call me all the names you want. ❞ ❝ not now. you have no time for grief. ❞

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