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dovewing :)

#stupidwarriorkitties designs #scary girl scary girl #warrior cats #warriors #wc #dovewing #wc designs #bleeding heart dove my beloved #tw blood?

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Turtle Doves | Joel Miller

Part Two

Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

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My hands go to their wounds and I try to stop the bleeding. But there's too much blood, there's too much.

A tapping on my shoulder wakes me up, and I open my eyes to see Lucas' shadow standing in front of me. He's clutching his plush dinosaur close to his chest. He probably had a nightmare or something. I rub the sleep from my eyes and sit up, facing him.

"What's up tough guy?" I whisper and grab him, sitting him next to me on the bed. I turn on my bedside lamp and see that he's been crying. With careful hands, I wipe his tears and wait for him to tell me what's wrong. His bottom lip trembles and his eyebrows are drawn tightly together.

"The noises." He says through staggered breaths. He starts crying again and I bring him in close to me, hugging him tightly against my body as he cries. My fingers rake through his hair in an attempt to calm him down, and try to listen for anything out of the ordinary.

There are police sirens nearby, maybe down the street? Which is odd, seeing as how they were there when I fell asleep. A few moments later I hear helicopters overhead, sounds like there might be two or three but I can't tell for sure. An uneasy pit in my stomach surfaces, and I nudge Ryan awake. That man can sleep through anything, so it's no surprise Lucas' presence didn't disturb him.

Ryan groans and rubs his eyes, squinting them open in the soft light. He sees Lucas and I on the bed and sits up, suddenly alert.

"What's wrong?" He asks, clearing his throat. I usually never wake him up when Lucas comes to our room, unless Lucas specifically asks for his dad to put him back to bed.

"The noises." I repeat Lucas' words to Ryan, giving him a pointed stare as to tell him I am also concerned. Ryan must hear the sirens and he pushes the covers away, going over to our bedroom window to pull the curtains back so he can see outside.

"Holy shit." He sounds surprised, and I am as well. Ryan never swears in front of Lucas. Quickly, Ryan pulls the curtains back and I hug Lucas into my body, so that he can't see the silent conversation that I'm having with Ryan. A simple shared glance is enough to tell me that something is wrong. My heart drops to my stomach, but I force myself to stay composed for Lucas.

Ryan opens our closet and grabs our travel bags, unzipping them on the bed. His intense demeanor lets me know that something is seriously wrong, Ryan is always laid back and typically underreacts to situations. So if he's openly packing our bags, something is incredibly wrong. And I'm willing to bet the police sirens and helicopters have a lot to do with whatever is happening.

I grab Lucas and carry him through the house, sitting him on his bed and drying his tears once more. He sucks in sharp breaths between cries and holds his beloved plushie to his chest. I smile at him, trying to act casual and collected. I rearrange his hair and kiss his forehead,

"Do you want to see if you can go potty for me? I'll give you whatever sticker you want." I encourage him to use the bathroom before we leave, and I know he loves his reward for using the bathroom "like a big boy" he says. He nods his head and toddles off to the bathroom, giving me time to find a bag for him.

My hands shake as I open his closet and grab a duffel bag we use for his travelling needs. I set it on his bed and go through his wardrobe, picking short sleeved shirts, long sleeved shirts, long pants, short pants, pajamas, and plenty of extra socks and underwear. Luckily, his clothing is small and I can fit almost all of it in the bag. I don't know where we're going or how long we'll be gone, but I want to be sure Lucas will be taken care of. I zip the duffel bag and grab an old diaper bag out of his closet, packing some pull-ups for emergencies if we need them and make room to pack some snacks for him.

While Lucas is still in the bathroom, I make my way to the kitchen and pack his favorite puff snacks, fruit snacks, and anything else I know he likes that won't go bad in the bag. For good measure, I pack some water bottles as well. When I return to Lucas' room he's back from the bathroom and I smile, picking him back up with trembling hands.

"Good job buddy! Let's go pick out your sticker." I say with false excitement and grab the sticker book that sits atop his dresser. I flip through the pages and let him pick his favorite one and I stick it on his shirt. He smiles down at the sticker as I place him back on the ground.

I grab one of his jackets and help him put it on, and I make sure he's got a good pair of socks on his feet. Knowing he hates wearing shoes, I put his little slip-ons on, knowing that if I can help it, he'll be attached to my hip and won't have to do much, if any, walking on his own.

I toss the diaper bag on my shoulder and grab the duffel bag in one hand, and hoist up Lucas on my free side. Encumbered by the bags and my son, I meet Ryan out in the living room, who looks terrified. He rubs his hands through his hair and paces back and forth, blowing out a sharp breath. Lucas has his head resting on my shoulder and Ryan gives me a wide-eyed look before he speaks in a low voice.

"Don't let him see what's out there, cover his eyes. When we walk out of the door, keep your eyes on my back. Please trust me on this one, Noelle. Put the bags in the trunk and sit with Lucas in the backseat. The quicker we can get out of here, the better." I don't think twice to question him, knowing that his judgment is sound in this moment. I lick my lips and swallow the bile rising in my throat, ready to follow Ryan. He takes a deep breath and grabs our bags before he goes to the front door. It looks like he takes a moment to hype himself up to open the door, but once he does, all hell breaks loose.

I hear sirens and see the flashing lights down on our street. People are screaming.

"Hey buddy look at me okay? We're going on a surprise vacation!" My voice wavers as I speak, but I need Lucas to keep his eyes on me. His grip tightens on my shirt, he's scared of what he hears. I look over to him and meet his watery blue eyes, pushing all signs of fear off of my face.

Ryan opens the trunk of our car and loads our bags into it, taking both bags off of me while I keep Lucas' attention with whatever words I can find. Once the bags are off my shoulder, I waste no time in going to the driver's side back door of our car and opening it, placing Lucas in his car seat.

As I buckle him in, my gaze lifts through the passenger window which is facing down the street, where the commotion is. In the middle of the road I see a body laying there, illuminated by red and blue lights. My breath catches in my throat and I fumble with the latches of his car seat, too disturbed by what I'm seeing to pay attention.

"Noelle, come on." Ryan's eager voice breaks my gaze away from the body and I successfully get Lucas strapped in. Quickly, I cross the car and get into the back passenger side, just as Ryan told me to.

Without hesitation, Ryan backs out of our driveway, letting me observe the body in the road. Whoever it is, is most definitely dead. Their skull is cracked open on the pavement, brains and blood pouring out of the extensive wound. My heart thumps in my chest and my mouth goes dry. Whatever this is, is nothing good.

Ryan speeds out of our neighborhood and I quickly notice how many cars are out on the road at this time of night. Helicopters and planes crowd in the sky. My blood turns to ice in my veins as a dreadful thought crosses my mind. What if this is related to the sickness on the news? What if it finally made its way here?

Lucas' sniffles break me out of my downward spiral and I take his small hands in my own, rubbing gentle circles on the back of his hands. His dinosaur now sits on his lap. To distract him from the chaos outside, I just start talking to him about anything and everything.

I notice that we drive down back streets and dirt roads, avoiding town and any main avenues. However, the back routes are just as crowded as the main ones usually are. It's almost as if everyone is trying to get out of here at the same time. Horns blare as we come to a standstill on the only road out of this small town. I hear car doors slam and people start shouting at one another.

Ryan and I make eye contact with each other through the rearview mirror, fear equally present in our eyes. A sudden commotion right outside the windshield breaks our gazes apart, and we watch the unfolding scene with wide, terrified eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing man? Use your big ass truck and go through the field dumbass!" The man's words are full of anger and desperation. The driver of the truck yells back,

"I can't you fuckin' moron. Jam is all the way up there to the exit." He motions down to where we're headed. If the exit is jammed up, the highway is full.

My mind starts formulating a way out of this town without the highway, but nothing comes to mind immediately. Any way out of this town requires getting on the highway. Another yell from further up sounds out in the night. A piercing scream, one that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Seconds later, people begin running past our car, away from the exit and back towards town. People fall and stumble as they try to flee, and nobody helps them up, they all keep running. Whatever is up there is terrifying enough for people to abandon their sense of compassion. It's anarchy out there.

"Stay here." Ryan's voice is strong and decisive. He gets out of the car and stands on the hood to get a vantage point of what's going on. I turn to Lucas and try to comfort him the best I can. Tears are falling down his face, and I wipe them away.

"It's okay Lucas, I'm right here. Nothing bad is going to happen to you while I'm here, mommy's got you." My voice is soft, and I mean the words I say with every fiber of my being. I lean forward and put a delicate kiss on the top of his forehead.

It doesn't take Ryan long to get off the hood, and he goes straight for Lucas. With desperate hands, Ryan goes to unbuckle Lucas and gives me more instructions.

"We have to go on foot. I'll explain later, but something bad is happening up there. We have to go, now." His voice is strained and loud. Without a second thought, I lean over the backseat into the trunk and search blindly for Lucas' diaper bag. Luckily, it's small enough to fit through the gap between the seat and the ceiling, and I sling it on my shoulder. I take another second to grab Lucas' dinosaur plush and then follow Ryan through the crowd.

They're a few steps ahead of me, but I'm right behind them. Ryan keeps Lucas on his hip, one hand protectively securing his head so he isn't jostled around too much. People brush past me as they run away from the traffic jam, causing me to trip a few times.

We jog at a good pace for a while, until we come back to town; the same place we're actively trying to get away from. The small town is full of screaming, crying people running all different directions. It seems like Ryan has a plan, and goes full steam ahead.

We reach the buildings and see large army trucks barreling down the street, heavily armed soldiers jumping out and shouting orders. My steps slow a little as reality begins sinking in. This is just like what I saw on the news yesterday with Lisa. It is here. I tear my gaze away from the trucks and focus on following Ryan.

We approach the back of the local tire shop, an old brick building where the screams and shouts are only slightly muffled. Ryan stops to catch his breath momentarily and I rush to his side, checking to see if Lucas is okay. Other than being scared, he's alright. I kiss his forehead,

"Mommy's got you." I whisper in Lucas' ear. He grabs fistfuls of Ryan's shirt in an attempt to bring himself some sort of comfort. Ryan looks up to me and I reach out to him, my hand resting on his bicep.

"We're going to be okay." My voice isn't very convincing, but Ryan nods.

"We're going to be okay." He confirms with an equally unconvincing voice. We stare into each others eyes for a few fleeting seconds before Ryan starts moving again.

We run past the back of the tire shop and Ryan goes to turn the corner which would lead us back to the main road. I'm a few paces behind them, and Ryan turns the corner before I do.

Within seconds, I hear agonizing screams.

When I turn the corner, it's as if time stands still. Ryan is on the ground, a man is on top of him and blood is pouring out of his shoulder. Lucas is trapped underneath Ryan's body, screeching out. Before I can move a muscle, the man on top of Ryan pounces on Lucas, and I watch in terror as the deranged man bites Lucas in the neck.

Gunshots ring out, the man falls limp.

Ryan has stopped screaming, Lucas has stopped moving. Their blood flows out of them and stains the pavement. My body begins hyperventilating and moving on its own, crouching down to my loves.

My hands go to their wounds and I try to stop the bleeding. But there's too much blood, there's too much. Frantically, I try anything to save them.

"No, no no no no no no." My sobs rake through my body as I see Lucas' lifeless blue eyes staring up at the night sky. Ryan's eyes stare straight at the side of the building, equally as lifeless.

I feel hands loop around my arms, dragging me away from my family. I fight back, thrashing and screaming. I feel the bag around my shoulder get taken off, and Lucas' plush ripped from my hands, leaving only a scrap in my possession.

My body is dragged backwards and I'm tossed in the back of a large armored truck as I scream and cry for my family. I see their lifeless bodies on the ground one final time before the door of the truck is slammed in my face.

Part Three

#joel miller #joel miller series #joel miller x oc #joel miller tlou #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fluff #joel tlou #tlou #tlou fanfic #the last of us #joel miller fic #the last of us hbo

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saint-14 for the ask meme

Send me a character, I'll answer the prompt.

SAINT-14, LEGENDARY TITAN

Favourite Thing About Him

HIS DESIGN!! He's very big and chunky and he also has a really fuckin cute face. And his color pallet is really sound and balanced, usually dark purple/yellow doesn't work, but when it's gold and dark purple it's. excellent compositionally. His pallet is not only balanced but speaks volumes symbolically about the kinda guy he is -- rich and storied, imperial and even royal, matching his revered status as a legendary Titan. He doesn't look approachable but he is, which is a fun contrast. What you expect may not always be what you get!

Least Favourite Thing About Him

Nothing that I can think of! When I like a character I like a character, I don't really think about what I dislike.

Favourite Line

The line he says when you walk up to him wearing Helm Of Saint-14! "Ha ha! You look like me! Let us confuse Zavala like this!" It's so fucking cute.

BrOTP

Uhh probably w/ the Young Wolf! I feel like they'd be. Very destructive best friends.

OTP

I KNOW IT'S CANON BUT O14 DOES SOMETHING TO ME. And while not exactly an OTP I like to think about what a relationship between him and my main Titan would look like.

NOTP

Saint/literally any woman. that is a gay man right there people.

Random Headcanon

I don't know if it's canon but it probably should be -- he can sing. He often serenades Osiris whenever they're together, and he likes singing to and with the Tower children. And he can absolutely belt shanties and bar songs like there's no tomorrow.

Another is that because of his love for pigeons he has one tattooed/engraved on his chest! And aside from the typical rock dove his favourites are mourning doves, the Nicobar pigeon and the Luzon bleeding heart dove.

Unpopular Opinion

I don't usually dip my toes into wider fandoms (for good reason, especially w/ what I've heard of Destiny's fandom) so I can't really determine what would be considered a popular/unpopular opinion, but I know that this is a subject of debate in various other fandoms that have had canon-gay or canon-lesbian characters.

I think it's. Weird to ship him w/ women. Like idk? I've had people in the CR fandom absolutely attack me for this but it feels like. Erasure in a way. Especially when, in my knowledge, explicitly gay characters are so often underrepresented in not just mainstream sci-fi medias, but in FPS games. Rep is getting better in this day and age and Saint is part of that rep. I dunno, kinda hard to articulate.

Song I Associate With Him

this reminded me that i need to work on making a fucking playlist for him. but uhh.

THIS right here. I think suits him well. Mainly in the context of his relationship w/ Osiris.

"Let me die, let me drown / Lay my bones in the ground, / I will still come around when the time for sleep is through. / Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale, / Do not weep, do not wail, / I am coming home to you."

Favourite Picture Of Him

I have two!

destiny invented gay people first up. osiris sharing is caring

second: LOOK. HIM FACE. HE IS. SO FUCKING CUTE. MOVE OVER OSIRIS. who looks like he's tenderly cupping saint's face and going "Honey. Love of my life. Beloved. My little dove. You are so unbelievably insurmountably stupid. But that's why I love you."

#saint-14 #destiny #destiny 2 #caydeposting #saint 14

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Blessed-Cursed

Jake Sim X Black.FemReader

🩸 Genre: Angst, Romance, Reunion, Vampire X Human, Vampire x Vampire.

🩸 Warnings: Angst, Death (Reader dieing), Vampire, Mentions on blood, Undead, Vampire bites, Drinking blood. Probably some spelling errors because a mf can't spell to save her life..smdh.

🩸A/n: So! This will be in 3 parts! My mini Blessed-Cursed series. Sorry for writing about Vampires so much. They are such fascinating creatures to explore in writing with! Plus my Enha boys look good in their 'Vamp-ish' pics. Please enjoy! Quick PSA, the dividers are not mine!

🩸Quick Notice: If you see the name 'Yuta' instead of 'Jake' Let me know. I was making this originally for NCT's Yuta but Enha felt better for this! Yuta will have a story too

🩸Wordcount: 1,400k

The moon is really bright today..It burns a deep red; and so are the stars in contrast to the sky. The love of my life lies inanimate before me. Im the one who had helped the process come quicker. My selfishness of not wanting to let her go so soon, the selfishness of possibly cursing her with immortality.

The look in of terror in her eyes as she witnessed her life be torn from her body. Mortified of the danger that was the cause of another being; none other than a Human. Her cries hurt my heart, it seemed like it was my fault? I was too late to realize the dangerous, pathetic earthling who had taken her from me was.

I sit by the window, replaying the scene in his head. I suffer a great discomfort to see her like that. I knew it would come, with us being two different species. Y/n, who's human, could leave easily, diseases, accidents, aging...

I should've expected to out live her. Needless to say, I am an immortal being. Though, to outlive her to murder? How unfair, is this what a mutilation feels like? It's painful..really bad. Should I have just let her go?

That evening, you were taking a stroll with your fiancé. Much to the both of your surprises, it rained despite weather apps claiming otherwise. "Jake, it's fine, my place is just nearby. We can stay there for a bit." Jake, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him better.

"Are you sure, I don't want to be a problem my Dove."

"No! None at all! You can stay until the rain stops."

The rain starts to pick up. Jake grabs your hands, pulling you towards a nearby convince store. Y/n L/n, just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was an accident, right? No, but it sure did feel like it was on purpose. No way some individual would just randomly take another's life? They would...They do it all the time, I can't deny whats in front of me

A murderous fiend who'd acted on their killer desires. Thats what happened- he should've gone in with you, instead he waited outside for you. He didn't think it would be safe for you to wait outside alone, especially while it was night time too. Not knowing what dangers lurked inside of that ungodly place.

Alerted by your cries Jake broke the glass door making his way inside, witnessing you starting to bleed out. His blood was boiling, he began panicking, even hyperventilating. This couldn't possibly be happening, who had done this?!

The thought of losing the love of his life. No, not again! 'I'm not losing someone I care about again!' Jake would be looked into if he hadn't warped the camera footage. You on the other hand, he was sure there would be some search party out for you. After all, your blood was spilled on the floor. You were seen by bystanders. You were recorded by store cameras; which once again, the footage was now distorted. Best thing for me to do was erase everyone's memories, but in the midst of losing you that was the last thing on his mind.

After Jake he scurried away. Holding you tight in his arms, scared your soul would slip away any moment. His Beloved..She was dieing. "Y/n, Y/n Stay awake for me. Okay?",He called out to you, with his voice wavering.

"I-It hurts! It hurts rea-really bad!" She managed to cried as she clung to my shirt. I, myself wanted to cry, oh so bad. However, it seemed like the adrenaline rush, subsiding the emotions. Y/n's voice..It was failing her. Her life was slipping from your body as your blood did the same.

You wanted to call out to him, nothing ever exited your lips besides a sharp, staggering breath. Your eyelashes fluttering, failing to stay awake. Next thing he knew, you were laying on his bed, deceased.

Its been about two days and you haven't awakened yet. He was starting to feel anxious, maybe he was too late to turn you? Maybe he didn't make you drink enough of his blood? What could've went wrong!? He heard something, a little rustling noise. Attention turned from the night sky as he sat on the window seat. Her fingers twitching with slight movements. He slowly got up from the window seat, steadily making his way towards her. 'Am I just seeing things?!' He thought to himself.

'No- I couldn't have.' I kneel beside Y/n's form, placing my fingers along her neck in attempt to feel for a heartbeat. Surely enough there was one, it was faint, almost undetectable. Her body was not the typical Dead that Vampires are. It was evident that you'd bleed out, but seeing your pulse and breathing it was amost like you never died. It was almost like you'd evolved.

Y/n's blood, skin now suddenly burning with warmth- pulling up the long sleeves of her shirt to reveal the vibrant blue color of her veins. Almost as if on cue..her eyes jet open, glowing a deep blue color. Jake now stood before you in disbelief. "Y-Y/n, your-"

"Hungry..So Hungry." Y/n's voice strains. You attempted to get up and move around, only to no avail.

"Stay down, You have to get used to it."

Your blue orbs shift to him, studying him, your cold vampiric eyes watching his every move. He knew you weren't in a right state of mind at the moment.

She's been "dead" for 4 days. His hands slowly caress you cheek gently, elated that his princess was back. With her breathing rugged, she struggled to learn how to breathe again. "Y/n? My love..",he whispered, running his hands through your curly hair. You couldn't focus on his voice, all that you could see were areas to that you oh so badly wanted to drain. His neck..the pit of his elbows, his forearm...wrists.

"Jake..", her weakened voice calls out and l like a slave, I listened gladly. She struggled to sit up right, fumbling backwards. Eventually she clung to my sleeve..

"I need to...I just need to.."

I helped her up, holding her carefully,"Sure Love, go ahead.." it's not like she needed his permission, She was going to drink his rouge liquid whether he denyed her or not. That is one of the many curses of the vampirism transformation process.

Her fangs slowly protruding past her soft lips..penetrating my skin. For the first time, of the very few times of someone bitting me..God it was incredibly painful.

I bite my lip in attempt to hold in his grunts. My fiancée's slender tanned fingers grabbing, now tangled in my hair and pulling it. This giving her more access to my neck. Finding a new spot to pierce. I grunt, sucking my teeth. She growls, bruising, harshly biting my skin.

Fuck..It hurts, but for her...I'd gladly experience all the pain on earth to keep her in my arms. Her hunger getting the best of her, Y/n wobbles to her feet, grabs my collar, slamming me to the wall. "A-Ah..Y/n!!"

Is this what other creatures feel like when vampires drink from them? Jake sighs, breath staggered trying to contain and help the pain subside. After a minute or two of ravaging his skin with multiple piercings, you finally having enough of a drink. The two of you fell to the floor, with you still in Jake's arms

The glow of your eyes dull down into your usual color as your senses now come to. You pull away, you release your fiancée's hair as you eyes rest on him..vision still not 100%.

Figures, your technically undead, and being "dead" you aren't breathing. So oxygen isn't getting where its supposed to, that includes your eyes. You'd only just started breathing again, so it would take some time before your vision would be 20/20 again.

Your cool fingers reach out before you, touching his face. Your fingers tracing over his eyelids, lips, cheek bones, cheeks, nose. You squint your eyes, foggy vision subsiding a little, but still not clear. "Jake?", you say.

There was some sniffling noises before a quiet laugh. Jake staring at you with tears in his eyes, "Yes my dove?"

"You're so...blurry", you say as your eyes close.

"I know, Im sorry my dove. It'll go away soon." Jake held you close, squeezing you in his strong arms. Your finger finds a tear on his face slowly wiping it away. "You're..crying? Why?", your voice ached. The touch of his skin was cool in contrast to yours. "I'm just happy, So happy", he answered looking into your now normally beautiful brown colored eyes.

You chuckled, and smiled before falling asleep in his arms. Jake kissed your temple, caressing your cheek. Quietly whispering—

"Welcome back My Dove."

Written January 30th

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[simple-words]

Opening lines

"The ground will quake as new life springs forth."

The voice boomed and echoed in the darkness.

"What was lost will once again be found."

It was pitch black. I reached out with both hands and felt nothing but empty air. All I could do was press my feet firmly down into the dirt, just to feel something.

"Stars will be snuffed from the heavens and new ones shall come to replace them."

My body began to vibrate with the words, and I clutched at my head in a useless attempt to quell the shaking that rattled my brain.

"Hearts will bleed. Mourning doves shall perish."

A wind began to whip at my hair, building with steady intensity until I felt my feet losing their grip and my body slowly being pushed backwards.

"Beware the smiling crook. Beloved be those crushed under the wheel of time."

I opened my mouth and screamed against the onslaught surging against me, but no sound could be heard over the voice. No amount of effort could allow me to fling my arms out in front of me protectively. Debris whipped across my face, stinging my cheeks. My eyes watered and my ears were ringing.

"Much suffering awaits you. Rise against the tide, lest you be swept away. Run to the arms of your brothers and sisters. Crush the insects below your feet."

Suddenly all I could see was a blinding redness. I squeezed my eyes against the light, but it bled through my eyelids and burned through me.

"Face the lurking armies of night! Drink from the waters and be whole! Bleed upon the grass and taste the flowers! Eternity awaits you!"

With one last roar, my feet lost their purchase on the ground and I was flung backwards. Time slowed and blurred as the wind pushed me back, back, back, then down towards the ground. I knew my head would surely be cracked against the dirt, my neck snapped and back broken.

The bed shook as I landed. With a gasp, I sprung up, heart pounding, blood racing, and dashed my eyes about the room I found myself in.

My room.

I was in my bed, in my room. The morning light pushed against my window's curtains and met my like an old friend.

Pressing my hand against my chest, I gulped down deep breaths and tried to quiet my body again.

It was a dream. It was just a dream.

© S. Gagen 2024

#my writing #prose #creative writing #writing #writeblr #fiction #narrative

[sasorikigai]

❛  believe it or not, i do enjoy spending time with you.  ❜ ( any of their modern-ish verses aka just Ryou being a witty lil shit lmao )

🐝  *  ―  𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. || @sonxflight || accepting

💥 || The world seems to suggest not too long for the comfort from those that hurt him; yet the heart knows not the logic of reason's virtue. In the shadows of incessant, stubborn pain, where memories ache and bleed, it seeks solace in the very hands that caused it to grieve. For what is love, but a tangled web of contradictions, where hurt and healing coexist and blend in strange afflictions? In the depths of longing, where whispers of betrayal and mistrust dwell, his heart still yearns for the touch of a familiar spell that is mischief and irony. Even when Hanzo wants to fade at times, into transparency beyond eternity where he could be nothing, but a floating specter, Ryou Sakai has always been within the chambers of his heart, manifested into desire burning like a steady flame, as he would be the one yearning for the touch and presence of the one who sets his soul ablaze.

Painted visions become dreams at midnight as neon fades yesterday. Parade of heaven coming, but tenebrous shadows compared to the exquisite moments become long dissipated and gone. As the warm sunlight of their skin collides with the feeling of the wind, so cool and refreshing. They are made brand new, and with his beloved's quiet intonation, does Hanzo break into laughter; free and open, finally and truly free. "That must be the worst pillow talk initiation I have ever heard from you," regardless, the saturated sun of his gaze lingers like sweet kisses to Ryou's lips, as his own molds into a tender smile.

Ever-present to his days like this in the past that etched tenderness to his soul and driven the life's trials and tribulations away, albeit briefly, those countful moments become such comforting respite - transforming the unbearable into something so sweet. Beneath the gentle descent of the city lights and the cool whisper of the November night, how Hanzo's entirety glimmers; quiet and true, through him and all around, warming the heart that touches his own and shutting out the darkness. Ryou Sakai is the breath of fresh air he seeks in the tumultuous storm of his daily routine. With their foreheads touching, lying in each other's cradling arms, fingers unconsciously caressing love, how they become so close together that they become one being. In this brief silence, peace has arrived like a dove; for his beloved deserves everything from the world. The moon, galaxies of stars, and of course, Hanzo himself.

"Despite me still feeling like I am stuck in the very act of begging to be whole, in this incomplete existence with an empty, gnawing hole in my chest, I know now that my struggle is not even half the amount of others. This minuscule ounce of depression doesn't warrant these dramatics, this terrible desperation at times, but the fact of the matter is that I am loved and I am happy." How he reveals his entirety, himself unfurled now. Infatuation, an epiphany. Hanzo cannot even fathom Ryou's worth. For simply, without his beloved, he would have long been buried deep in earth, or floating mindless with all the aches buried deep in his ground bones. 💥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au) #(hanryou) #sonxflight

[mirainawen]

cut me open bleed me dry i cried out a storm but it only left me hollowed, hurricane hallowed was the breath that left me but i am emptied

oh sink, and sink deep, beneath the waves, it's quiet peace was a far-flung notion when i reached for the dove all i felt was thorns

oh this ocean cut me open i bled this ocean into the depths i sink it's quiet at last at last

the tempests above stirred by furious hands i was beaten and bruised by unkind hands see these heaving sides these bruises are mine but i never put them there

my mind is a minefield everywhere i step is dangerous i'm crippled from these hits broken open and split these delicate seams just what they seem sutures from the ones who cut me open in the first place no wonder they scarred over no wonder they're gangrenous their hands were dirty dirty dirty

wash me in the tide flowing crimson from my side i'll laugh 'til the blood on my tongue silences me it's filling up my lungs with every oxygenated expiation takes me closer to the expiration i am sinking beneath the tidal waves pouring from my heaving sides oh inside it's quiet

i haven't spoken because there's nothing to say nothing that would encapsulate the facts these horrors are a beloved father turned monster the only kind of father i have ever known the hands on my heart are cold as the deathly grip of my mother's adoration so selfishly given she loves the way it gave her attention

let me sink and let me disappear i long to pick up delicate roots too fresh to survive and disappear into the nights where they cannot follow never to be seen, never to be heard befitting end of all the means they just "never mean"

oh these brothers of mine they are fallen soldiers found absent at their posts they like to burn them and call them crosses like all the witches were just too high stakes to take the risk to be found standing sentry as they'd been charged left a scar on my heart but it's worthless anyway i never wanted it

oh these sisters of mine they will wake one day to find i have left this condemned house i am too far gone to hear their regrets when it never softened their tongues their fists buried into the soft animal of my side i was put in a position i was not born to be in i am not the bad guy just because you cannot forgive it

oh these people, called them family for too long it was a lying shame that sewed itself up within my name i could change it if there was anything anyone could call me by that i might love but nothing seems fitting call me figment, call me wrath call me mere, call me wraith i am a delicate silhouette of a person cut two-dimensional, paper-thin i am the hollow inside these young growth trees i am not as young as i may seem cause i was forced into a cemetery i was never meant to be

interred was my mind injured was the soul left out to expire like broken sheer cliffside faces shaken loose in the landslides all the things that cannot last even in the things that never seem to change

call me cold, call me unforgiving, oh my mother's called me the worst things but bitterwood is an invaluable thing when left valued and gemstones are passing things i glitter like diamond fractions broken fractured among the charcoal dust i shatter but only in all the ways that matter

i am merely that

-bitterwood, k.m.i.

#in therapy today feeling like we were both going now we don't have time to unpack all that #so yeah. let's not. #maybe i'll write poetry again if my brain would just actually words bc like. it does not want to. i'm terrified if i do i'll shut down #and life not falling apart depends on me not shutting down so like. #the struggle is real i guess #poetry #mir posting #my poetry #abuse tw

[melodyjadepoetrysblog]

WATTPAD

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I'm sitting on my old couch alone and crying My mind is in chaos My soul is on fire The pain gets even stronger I try to forget myself My thoughts annihilating me second by second Tempers to the floor making me scream

So I take my PC I turn it on I put on my old headphones I put on soft music to get away from this reality I surf the net to read stories that make me feel alive for a moment

There are stories that talk only about sex and love There are stories that talk about how beautiful life is But I stay pensive as I read the story of a girl with a dark past, with traumas and mind being a tunnel of wounds, with fears being unbreakable chains like my story

So my tears fall again feeling understood.

She understands me She holds me in her arms Every word is like that hug I need

A story never told A story of a girl who just wants to live and be free like a dove high in the sky

Stories there are many, but never a story that understands your pain and traumas

I've seen the sky cry and I feel my soul leaving in the tender rain

I've seen the poetry of that sad poet sitting under the shade of a tree bleed

The boulevard of my agonies begins to bloom with the rain of my tears

She says "Don't worry I know how you feel, everyone judges us without knowing the gray and deadly days we've had so smile soon a light will come for us or just heaven is waiting for us to be happy."

I smile with tears in my eyes -

She took me there I don't feel lonely when I read her anecdotes

She says "I too have fantasies like yours there's nothing wrong with it, reality is fucking shit so don't feel alone we are those rare angels of this reality with a broken soul, with a heart broken into a thousand pieces and a stormy past"

She led me to her poetry We are the writers of pain We are the poets of darkness with a broken soul We are fallen angels cast out just for thinking high

So we raise ourselves with the scent of the night's day So we get high on the music as we continue in this reality in the hope that your prayers will be heard or in the hope that beloved death will tell us "It's your time, let's go where you will have peace my little angel."

We continue to write stories with a broken soul We keep on writing poetry to escape the cruel reality We keep on being the rare angels of this reality

Story after story Your soul dictates what it feels We write as we sail through the darkness

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah We sing the hymn of the faint beat of our hearts as we close our eyes and imagine we're in a place where everything we wish for comes true

They say "Put a happy face on the family picture everything will be alright" but inside we are bleeding and burning in flames wishing for a world where we can be ourselves as we travel aimlessly just to be happy

Mercy Mercy Mercy We scream day and night walking among thorns with bleeding feet

We are those writers children of darkness itself

"Everything will be alright smile" says the psychologist and the priest I wish they would enter my mind in my heart in this darkness of mine and suffer second by second this chaos in me this hell now I ask for once damn it Will everything be alright? Tell me for one damn time would you trust your pain and your story to a world full of people who will only lecture you without even knowing what can't even be described in words?

It's all in there slowly and lethally killing us. But the stories go on in that little corner called safe place where we feel understood

And this poetry keeps bleeding like my soul and my heart in a sky totally crimson red And this poetry still bleeds in a bloody black and white paradise like a sad summer film

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah May this story and poetry be written in the dark bible of real life

Melody Jade

#poetry #new poets society #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #female poets

[libidomechanica]

“In face”

But when I did drawered spr ing in wished. In face, where  polygons of violin, within 

to sore: and promised pleasant fruits,  the Melissa clamour backe  him; wedding to be as those 

who told. Your Right forehearse. Once I so bleed,  nor our due? By the  flesh introduct and at you! This 

darkeness, thy speeding the sparent, or  did if a for  evenings. Afterward of the sward 

strong curling down. But such the “lie” anduyle  is leapt upon me I  fight the leaue lack, but shall end.               Because 

you arent ridiculous  in their week and dinner; nor  can ye least knee; their endless play, and 

let me decline with she my solemn,  this expert in vaine, will  speake? Loftier forhead a moment I must 

give thy beauties to be kings and  change thing, can setting or from  the least dove, needs at his dead. 

Fixed the worst they are set him dead  man. You my stone-Henge inspiraled  dish dreadfull choice on memory of the 

Lord grand days all evening; I crave these mad,  o Bulbul, any more my dealt wind,  that they haled the kindling lies 

shore, shone, the scathed by Cupid cold, in  time— let old embreth the  danced and like him whose the ye

ares are delight, You, who wander the passe  to ease: and dames oer  thy side his so cense. nor envy and age 

be Loue, and me. So the blossoms  on a single banks, it  should not this. Who help they ydly selfe inter 

it,—so your heart, my Katie! My beloved  in thy gay daughters  of so good, though I felt or why, 

then, laden bloody ride, proposed to cinders  of peaceful, with  delight she lake, kisses white corrections 

dens, because I told  the mainly blisse. He happing  of him, who boast: through sweetly so happened 

aptly true hard hart: Memory rescue-ship and  golden hope threw. then I do not  eternal resure, thy feet— that 

know the nut if those the late  affected; if I  speake, a single band in their wears, “the 

Head, and boxing; where were noted  tressed sobbing to  me-to thinck the two with 

her yre: for pleasant art on  me on your point; who would cradle,  and Fletched a scorchd earth, looking such 

hath become away, cause known the air,  my so much undergrowth of us  The will get your glorious 

by head a straight sky, may it. That  the lonely smile; and  legs witless would thorns as the cedars.”

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #160 texts

[bokettochild]

Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones

Angst! My Beloved!

Not a lot of whump here, but I put Wild through the wringer!!! Lots of BotW2 ideas and concepts here, but nothing really cannon.

Also, disclaimer: I think Flora is a wonderful person, a bit harsh and sometimes unkind, but I feel for her a lot. The prompt submitted to me however asked for her as an ass, so that's what's here, for angst reasons. THIS IS NOT HOW I PLAN ON WRITING HER NORMALLY!!!

When Wild left the Chain behind in the woods, it was with a soft smile and a hesitant wave of his right hand. It was with a gentle ‘See y’all later’ that made Warriors shake his head with a sigh while Twilight offered a wobbly grin.

He would join them again, he knew that. After all, Hylia wouldn’t have chosen him to go with them in the first place if he was only supposed to leave before they’d even really started to know what it was that they were meant to be doing.

He’d see them again, and he’d fall back into a routine with all of them, sparring with Warriors and teaching Hyrule to cook and shield surfing with Wind and learning to carve from Sky. He’d go back to sewing with Legend, to exploring with Hyrule, to learning the Ocarina with Time and teasing Twilight about his terrible singing. He could work with Four on the Sheikah Slate and experimenting with different plants he’d gathered. He would see them again, and he’d go back to being busy and smiling nearly every day.

For the time being however, he had to square his shoulders and harden his jaw as he stepped through the swirl of black that had repulsed all the others every time they tried to enter. He had to tame his mind and wild spirit and come to stand before the Princess of Hyrule in all of her stern glory and receive the scolding he was due for wandering off without permission.

He never had time to question what she meant by being gone for ‘two whole weeks’ before she was marching off towards the labs and explaining that there was a new task for them to complete.

Such a task was one that left in his mind no time for thoughts of his brothers save on the lonely nights in the sky when the islands above the clouds were silent save for the birds about him that reminded him of Sky, or when he ran across the forests and was reminded of the wolf that once ran at his side. And, alright, the tiny people in the grass and the fountains reminded him of Four and Hyrule. When the wind sang strong in his ears as he dove towards the earth from the highest places in the sky, he couldn’t help but envision a small hero whose laughter danced like the sea and who’s fingers mastered the currents of wind and sea both.

It was a lonely quest, just like his last before it, but somehow it was more painfully so, now that he knew what it was to have brothers at his side to catch a monster’s blade when he was too slow or to help him patch himself up afterwards. It was quiet when the Princess and he sat around the fires as night, she studying him as he sat still and stonelike as she worked.

The hand that had waved goodbye to his brothers now flickered green and ethereal in the night shades, iron bands clinging to the wisping appendage and acting as a bond to hold its form together. It was nothing like what he’d known or studied in the Sheikah technology, or even what he’d seen from the many worlds he’d traveled with the other, and it earned many a stare and twist of the lips from those he met and traded with during his journey.

The arm was only the first of many changes, it’s power seeping through his body and altering him before he even knew what was happening. He’d hated it at first, disliking how it changed him, made his eyes glow and his hair touch with the same ethereal shades, red bleeding through at the roots and earning him even more wary looks.

Ganon, in all his terrifying power, had been a surprising comfort during the quest, an aid to discovering his new abilities and training them to bend to his own will. The Princess had been wary of their relationship, but had accepted it when she saw what he learned to do, and every evening she would require a report of his newfound skills, as well as the occasional demonstration or examination.

It all came to an end both too soon and not soon enough.

Ganon was gone, as if he’d never been there at all, and the Princess was as cold as ever even after their second adventure at each other's sides. And now there was no use for the abilities that had fused to his soul like the arm had to his flesh. He’d asked Purah if there was something that could be done to restore his body to its normal Hylian state, without the glowing limb that earned his only stares and insults from the village people, but the Princess had overheard it and declared that such a thing should not even be attempted.

“You don’t understand, Link. Don’t be foolish! We have here a scientific marvel ready for our investigation and exploration and you want to get rid of it just because it looks odd?”

He’s shuffled his feet slowly, resisting the impulse to rub at his chest where the Hylian part of him ended and the eldritch horror began. “I can’t live like  Hylian anymore.”

“Because you aren’t one!” Her Highness rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Sir Knight, after everything I certainly doubt that Hylian even applies to you anymore! Hylians do not possess the qualities that you now do, and they most certainly do not travel through stone or time or any other such thing at will. Think would you! You’re something else entirely, and I intend to find out what that is!”

Purah had frowned at that, eyes full of sorrow as they met his own with an apologetic sigh. But there was nothing the de-aged scientist could really say against the royal Sovreign of Hyrule, not as a Sheikah sworn to the service of the royal family. The woman/girl had offered him a sympathetic pat on the head later after climbing up to reach high enough to do so, as well as a few dumplings that Paya had sent on her grandmother’s behalf the day before. It was a welcome gesture, but amounted to so little on the grand scale of life. Not when so many others he had once called his friends had so blatantly rejected the mere sight of him.

Bolson and the other carpenters shied away from him with harsh whispers as they spat insults across the distance.

‘Half-blood’.

‘Gerudo Bastard’.

‘Freak’.

‘Demon’.

There were favorite insults spread from stable to stable and up and coming village to up and coming town and slowly all of Hyrule knew of the monster that had once been the hero. Gossip abounded, and he couldn’t even turn to shield his face with his hood without drawing attention to his arm.

It was only the koroks that welcomed him, themselves all too accustomed to the strange and ethereal. Them and the blupees.

Maybe it was the knowledge of how it felt to be shot at for his oddness that allowed him to ease into the graces of the flighty animals. And maybe it was his lonely heart crying for comfort, but when nestled in their midst, it almost reminded him of how it felt to be hugged by the salty veteran, on the rare occasional that the pink-haired hero had let down his guard.

The fairy’s tangled themselves in his hair and the blupees gathered at his feet, koroks dancing around him and flying to his side as if he was some sort of forest god, but the strange rise of his spirits in their presence shattered the instant a traveler caught sight of him.

Arrows and fire, once his favorite of weapons, were turned against him as words in every language of the New Hyrule had burst from the mouths of its people, and like his namesake, he ran before them, darting through the forest and fading in amidst the trees, hiding, incorporeal and translucent within the halls of the forest as those he’d once seen as allies pushed him away.

He’d begged the new Queen for aid, for relief or even just a word to the people that he wasn’t the evil they had come to think he was, but she only waved him aside with a purse of her lips. “You are not meant to be here without first asking.” The Child of Hylia declared, eyes as cold as the Shrine’s waters themself. “And why should I make a declaration on behalf of a man who refuses to even speak to me properly? You come groveling like a worm, yet for years it was I who you ignored. See how it feels, Sir Hero, to be the one left helpless at the hands of the country. Know what it is to be scorned by those who you thought would love you.”

He’d barely made it out of the window before the trainee guards of the newly repaired Hyrule Castle had caught him and Queen Zelda Diana Hyrule had stared after him with eyes colder than Hebra’s tallest peaks.

It was the Father Tree -the Deku Tree as the Queen had called it, but the koroks laughed at him for using the name, so he’d adjusted in kind- who suggested that he hide the changes, and he’d begun to wander Hyrule as much as possible to find the materials he would have needed.

The Queen still required his presence regularly so she could inspect him; her love of science no ways tainted as to stop her from ordering him to appear regularly, as there was now no need or safety in his acting as her guard. The Queen sought her people’s respect, and to employ such a being as himself, not Hylian and not quite mortal, would be to spark fear in the people. Indeed, when he skirted villages, he would wince at word of ‘the queen’s monster’ as gossip was traded. Those who didn’t see him themselves knew him as a beast of feral nature who lived amid the lost woods and destroyed any who came close.

“A specter that glows with the light of the shrines.” They would tell each other over campfires. “It has eyes like a ghost, empty and lost, with no care for humanity or Hylia’s chosen. They say it was once the Hero of this world, but he died ages ago.”

“I heard it’s the body, possessed by a being beyond this realm, a monster escaped from the edges of reality that tried to hide in our midst but corrupted it’s host so that it only scares away others, leaving it roam the earth in a shattered body. If you get too close to it though, it’ll take your instead.”

He’d stayed away from towns after that.

The blupees and koroks had been happy to help him to find what he needed to hide among the Hylians should he wish though, and two in particular guided him; the korok swinging little twigs like they were batons and humming swinging little shanties as it hopped along the path, the blupee snorting softly and nipping at his heels when he wandered too far, unnatural purple eyes staring up at him with something that was fondness and a reprimand all at once, and in their care he’d made his way across the land of Hyrule to find what would be needed to return to his once life.

The fairies and their Great cousins had been welcome help, and in time, he’d been able to walk amid the populace of Hyrule like any other, as long as he kept a long cloak about him and his hair pulled back to hide where the roots would begin showing again in gold and ethereal blue.

Once Hyrule had talked about needing to hide in his world, about the curse that followed him and made the Hylian people afraid. He’d thought it bizarre and ridiculous of the people at the time, but now he understood what it was to live it.

When the portal opened beneath his feet the day that the Queen had reprimanded him for concealing and potentially damaging the strange limb, startling the Skeikah scientists and Queen both, he’d nearly cried tears of relief.

He was going away, somewhere where he wasn’t a science project and where, unless they traveled to his world’s future, no one would know how much he had changed. His copy of the slate had enough hair dye to last him a few months, and he was certain he could make more over time, and as long as he continued wearing the tunics and gloves the fairies had helped him to adjust to hide the glow the others would probably never catch on. Or well, he could extend it anyway.

His brothers greeted him with open arms and teary eyes, and in a strange parallel to his adventure, he found himself thinking of blupees when Legend had curled against him, stiff and cold on the outside, but with fingers that clutched his tunic just a bit too tight to really be reluctant. And Four, Hyrule and Wind’s exuberant hugs and chatter brought to mind tiny forest people and koroks with twigs for batons.

It was good to be home.

It was good to cook for other people again, and they were glad to have him cook for them, even if his fondness for both Gerudo spiced dishes and fae like sweet things had increased exponentially during his newest adventure. It was good to fight at their sides, even if it was strange to once again have to take others into account before he could select a weapon. It was good to sit around a fire and talk with the others too, but that was perhaps the hardest one; it had been ages since he’d had a proper two-way conversation with anything other than a tree or a korok, and neither of those was good at either staying awake or staying focused for very long.

There were some harder things to adjust to though. Fire, for one. Unlike before when he’d have been happy to burn an enemy camp to the ground, now he was wary of using faming weapons or spreading heat further than necessary. The same went for hunting; he couldn’t bring himself to shoot an animal unless it attacked first or they needed the meat it would provide, and even then, he felt a bit bad for doing so. Is this what Twilight had felt like? Is this why the rancher never liked hunting? Because he too knew what it was like to be on the other end of the bow?

But the hardest thing by far to readjust to was his name.

‘Wild’ they had called him again, and after months of ‘the wild one’, ‘wild beast’, ‘monster’ and every other insult, slur or title that had been used on him, it made him flinch ever so slightly at the words. And unlike the other things where his brothers dismissed it as a change caused by his adventure or an increase of maturity, it was something that the others seemed to either not notice or to excuse as situational.

He had adapted though, learned to keep a smile on his face where blankness had once been required in his knightly duties, and the more he wore the mask the easier it was to put on again.

He’d reveled in traveling across time again, in dancing through battles and exploring the world without the Queen reprimanding him in her cold tones to stop wandering off. He’d pushed himself to learn more music in the last adventure, and even if his experience was more with what few instruments Ganon had had time to help him learn, he’d enjoyed sitting down with the others and borrowing one or another instrument to play a tune and sometimes he even got to sing.

He fell to comfortably into his role though, even with the changes, and he hadn’t even noticed when they’d come back to his world. To be fair, it was different in the daytime, and Hyrule had changed so much in the absence of her hero as he hid himself away from the eyes of civilization. Towns and roads had sprung up where there had only been fields before, and the Guardians that had littered the land had all been dug up and hauled to the castle to be either restored or destroyed by the Sheikah, depending on what Queen Zelda decided after she looked at them herself. The world was so different to him, so unlike that which he knew, that he’d failed to keep as alert as he ought to have been when he wandered about an open market with the others, laughing and chattering away with the other younger ones as Time and Legend herded them towards the needed stalls.

It was a traveler that was his downfall, a man who’d seen the Monster Hero and had been among the first to discover the disguise he wore.

No questions were asked when the word spread, and Wild hadn’t caught on to the whispers until a stone had struck his cheek and he was stumbling forwards on the path.

“Wild!” Twilight was at his side in a minute, Time right after him as Legend launched a barrage of insults at the guilty party who’d thrown the thing.

“’m fine.” He was careful to wipe the blood away with his cloak, holding the fabric to the wound to prevent bluish blood seeping down his face and exposing him to his brothers. He wanted to keep them as long as possible and proving himself to be a monster, not even Hylian, would surely have them turning their backs on him.

“Get away from him!” A woman scolded, grabbing ahold of two of the younger heroes while several other shoppers had like ways grabbed Legend and Sky. “Are you dears alright? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Freaking what?” Legend shrieked. “Who’s the injured party here?”

“I’d avoid that thing, son.” A man huffed through a frankly walrus like mustache, eyes hard as they trailed to where Wild stood, cloak still pressed to his cheek as he attempted to wave off a fussing Twilight and Time. “It’s not natural. Sure, it looks like a normal Hylian, but that’s just an effective ruse.”

Another villager nodded. “It’s one of the Calamity’s puppets, a Gerudo-Bastard set on destroying the kingdom!”

“He’s the freaking hero!” Legend shrieked, barely being held back by a steely eyed Sky. “He saved all your freaking asses and all you can do is insult his flipping guts? Who’s the-”

“Enough.” There were few times that Sky’s voice reached levels worse than Twilight’s growls, but the stern command, regal and firm, froze all present as the man stiffened with a cold nod towards the villagers. “I see we are unwelcome here, and with that being the case it would be wise to spend our rupees elsewhere. Legend,” A tug to the boy’s shoulders. “Let’s join the others and be out of their hair. If they cannot be welcoming and kind to our brother than they will not receive our patronage.” And like a swan gathering it’s cygnets, Sky swept down the street, cape fluttering as he ushered the rest of them out of the town and back to the safety of the wilds. The village stared after them with wide eyes, as if they’d just been judged by a breathing god.

The stiffness in Sky’s shoulders faded as they neared the edge of the forest, and instantly the Chosen Hero been tutting over Wild, gently but firmly prying his hand away from his face with a kind smile that almost set Wild at ease. Almost.

“It’s fine, it’s just a scrape.”

“Still.” Sky crooned softly. “I’d rather we clean it up now and make sure it’s nothing worse than let it sit and get infected later.”

And though he’d tried to fight, his single Hylian hand was no match for the firm grip of the Skyloftian, and within minutes his face was exposed to the shocked faces and flickering eyes of his brothers.

“It’s blue...” Wind breathed as Hyrule darted forwards, hands already glowing softly only for them to stutter to a stop over Wild’s skin.

“It’s... Wild, why is your blood- why is-” The healer’s eyes had flickered golden for a moment, wide as they stared up at him. “What happened to you-”

“What the freak!” Legend had startled, blinking in surprise as he stared. “Your eyes are glowing!”

Shit! The healing properties of the arm had already taken affect and it was making everything act up all weird! He shot a glance down at his arm, one hand raising to tangle in the long hair he couldn’t even see at the moment, praying silently beneath his breath that nothing was showing through. It wasn’t, but that didn’t change how Hyrule had come to fixate on his right arm, or how the healer's fingers hovered over it sparking and eyes twinkling as he whispered softly under his breath.

“Wild.” Time had sighed. “I think this one is going to need an explanation.”

All the breath left his lung in instants.

He’d panicked to say the least and Time had eventually shooed the others away to make camp as the eldest hero had sat at his side, waiting silently for him to regulate his breathing. Touch was too much right now, and any attempts from the others to ease him down or help him level out his breathes had only made him panic more. But when at last his blue eyes blinked back to clarity it was to see Time sitting at his side, a gentle tune wafting from the Ocarina at his lips.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, trying his hardest not to startle Time or otherwise make the situation worse. “I should have said something, I know. I just- missed being Wild and I wanted to come back and be normal and I didn’t want to-”

“It’s alright.” Time’s voice rumbled softly, a single blue eye turning to him with a pained look, even as the man offered him a hint of a smile. “None of us talk about our adventures either.”

“Yes, but you’re people.” He sighed, rubbing the fingers of his glove together. “You’re allowed to choose things.”

There was pain in Time’s voice when their leader answered. “And you’re not?”

“I’m not Hylia anymore.” He whispered. “I don’t count.”

“You count to us.”

“That’s because you don’t know.”

Time shifted, turning to face him fully as the ocarina was set firmly in the grass. “That’s because you’re family and we care. Wild, I don’t care if Demise himself named you the king of the dead, you’re still my kid and Nayru knows I’m not going to let you go without a fight. If that means fighting you, alright, but you’d best better believe that no amount of physical or mental changes will break the bonds we all have with you.”

Something, something damaged and crushed and stitched up and torn open again clenched inside of him, tears pricking at his eyes as he stared up at Time’s royal blue gaze. “W-what?”

“You could be granted godhood, made a monster, I don’t care. You’re ours and you’ll have to deal with that.” Time smiled, warm even with the pain in his eyes as he looked down at him. “So how about you start again, maybe with the facts rather than the insults. Or,” Time softened, brows furrowing lightly. “If you want, we can just sit here and you can choose to talk about this later. We do need to know, so we can help you and keep you safe, but you don’t have to tell us right now. You can take some time to figure out what you want to say if you need.”

And, well, shoot him, but Time’s arms had always been a safe place and there was one thing he’d wanted more than anything since he had come back. Wild threw himself into his grand-mentor's arms with a soft sob, clutching tightly to the other, ignoring the armor and its sharp points and awkward shapes as he tried to hold back all the emotions swirling in his chest.

Time’s arms folding around him broke the floodgates though, and when the man’s hand had stroked through his shortened hair, he’d had to bury his face in Tim’s neck to muffle his sobs.

“There, there,” Time hummed softly, rocking slowly as he held the broken wild hero. “Let it out, little one. I have you, I’ve got you and I’m not letting anyone hurt you.”

#whumptober 2021 #linkeduniverse #linked universe #idiot writes angst #idiot writes whump #lu wild #lu time #lu sky #lu legend #sky is scary when he's mad #wild whump #botw2 #botw2 theories #mean flora #flora bashing #zelda botw bashing #I ACUALLY LOVE FLORE PLS DON'T HATE ME!!!! #father time

[kandyrezi]

– red carnations;

⌜anonymous asked: Ok so I know there's been a fair bit of Sin stuff, but I feel the need to ask - how would Sin react to her darling hunting her down to confess to her, despite her being in a relationship? They just couldn't hold in the feelings anymore, despite knowing that it's foolish to expect someone as incredible as her to be into them, etc.⌟

pairing: yandere(?) sin x reader (funamusea)

(a/n: there can never too much naga wife love to go around~ u v u tbh i’m not sure how cute of a scenario you wanted it to be, but i hope this is to your liking!)

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

The earthly scent of the flowers reaches your senses, in that moment it’s almost easy to become lost in a feeble, little fantasy where nothing in life can go astray.

You’re trying to wrap your head around what has possessed you to such notion involving you piecing together what was previously shattered to lost courage in order to get it off your chest. By how many times your heart beats above the norm whenever she’s near, you could almost mean it quite literally.

…she is married for Elux’s sake, how could you ever hope to think there being a chance of her returning your feelings?

What would that make you anyhow, a concubine of some kind to a harmonious marriage?

For the most part you are an observer from the sidelines; she is always busy, so you aren’t sure if there is a correct time you are supposed to approach her. Sin is nearly always in presence of her wife otherwise, so it would be difficult to get her alone. Unless you want to tell her you have feelings for her in front of Reficul or Mors, who would no doubt bury you alive.

You had no problem conversing and spending time as acquaintances before, but something quite clearly has changed if you’re behaving differently, leaving you to wonder if she would like an explanation for it – when she’d attempted to make small-talk at times when other demons were nearby, but you would more often than not, run away to avoid saying something you might come to regret in messy tumble of words. Now you were seriously re-considering and actually wondering whether admitting your deepest, inner thoughts out loud to the most powerful creature in Pentagram World would be an intelligent idea.

You find her near the edge of the precipice surrounded by pearly gates with rare sprouting orchids clinging to the metal poles, looking as the burgundy dusk settles and stars decorate in the sky behind the gate. It reminds you of a painting that would otherwise be dull were it not for the subject at the focus point to make it whole. You know exactly what – rather whom, makes it complete.

The weather is usually awful all-year around, but in this time of early night the stars had finally aligned for you. You had acquired the flowers from Alibe, who almost too politely allowed you to pluck them from his houseplant collection it almost seemed a little suspicious, but you barely cared about that then.

Minutes tick by in your head then – you go to approach her, but your footing fails you and you trip over a rock, falling off the hillside. You tumble downwards, painfully faceplanting against the soil-covered ground.

A familiar, concerned voice rings from afar a few seconds later.

“Oh! Oh dear, are you alright?”

Waiting for the vivid distortion to clear from your vision, you look up to see her leaning down, placing her palms on underneath your own to grasp your fingers carefully helping you back to mildly unstable feet.

“I’m alright, i-it didn’t even hurt…”

Not nearly as much as it hurt your dignity – or whatever scraps were left of it anyway. You wince, feeling a killer headache rapidly spreading through your scalp, no doubt a far cry from a developing bruise.

(stupid rock. stupid, stupid hillside. and most importantly – stupid, clumsy you.)

Before the mortifying ordeal of knowing you’d just embarrassed yourself in such manner can sink in, you quickly pick up the flowers, hastily try to wrap them together again to look decent, then extending your hand out.

Her gaze follows your mini-bouquet, observing it with curiosity now.

“Hm? Who are those fo—” the serpent doesn’t get a word in, before you blurt out a confession.

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

Covered in layers of dust and dirt from head to toe, you present her with spray made of red carnations. The low whistling of wind only continues to quietly breeze by. You mentally grimace at catching a glimpse of her blinking, being otherwise motionless.

Then she’s frowning.

You feel a pit forming in your stomach, clutching at your insides painfully—

“Dear, your nose is bleeding.”

You nearly gape, tongue stuck at the back of your throat. Sin slithers a bit closer until there’s almost no space left in between bodies.

“Allow me to fix that.” she says and wipes away the blood with a handkerchief kept in a pocket embroidered in her olive cape reaching down long as her hair. Folding the cloth together and putting it away, she places her palm against your temple. It fades away quickly as it merged; pain is no longer coursing through the area from where you hit your head.

(you nearly blush at being tended to like this.)

It’s still a morbid silence that becomes too much for you to bear. You were almost on the brink of wishing the Devil would emerge and slam you six– no, sixty feet deeper into the ground as far as the underworld goes for this foolish act… until Sin extends her arms to take the flowers from you, looking like she wants to say something about it, but an interruption cuts through when one of them begins to blossom and tilt upwards, petals extending, a mouth forming and opening, sinking its razor-like daggers into the serpent lady’s index finger, surprising both you and her.

‘Damn you, Alibe—!’ you curse that doctor in your head for ruining any and all zero point one chances you might have had at that point.

“Oh, what playful ones you are.” The serpent remarks to the plants, not looking deterred in the slightest as she hums a soothing tune to get the red crawlers to calm down, sharp teeth disappearing and eventually reverting to their original state of looking like regular pretty red carnations, petals stopping their shaking.

“Meat-eating plants are quite fascinating, aren’t they? Beautiful in appearance and quite curious in essence, but… they can cause a great deal of hurt if one isn’t aware of their actual, deadly nature.” she says – you swear you see something mischievous in the look she’s giving you, but you can’t decipher what it is.

“Y-Yes, they are certainly a source of interest…” you say, every neuron alert for any potential sign of displeasure, “I thought… you’d like them… maybe.”

“Now… would you like to tell me why have you been running from me as of late every time I try to talk to you?” she inquires, allowing the plants in her hands to now rest idly.

It seems there was no escape after all. You fumble with the hem of your shirt, not sure what to suddenly focus on. You suspect she probably knows your answer already by now, but as you wait a few minutes in silence, you realize she expects you to say it out loud.

“I… I was nervous because you’re the most extraordinary, elegant being in this world and I am just… nothing compared to you. Just one, ordinary blade of grass next to a grand tree that can reach even the far above skies and beyond. I wish I could offer more than what I am, but even that turned out to be a catastrophe in making…” you grumble, recalling that earlier mishap.

Your words cause her to go deep into thought for a minute and you’re anticipating her words.

She speaks again then, “How do you expect me to reciprocate your feelings if you have such a low opinion of yourself?”

You blink, confused at her answer, “I… h-how do you mean?”

“Do you not see yourself as worthy of being in my presence?” she asks, still cradling the gift close in her embrace, whilst her knuckles rest underneath her chin – you see the first sign of displeasure, but not from the actions you’d previously anticipated.

“Um, no, I… I want to feel worthy. I’ve been looking… just observing far too long from a distance, I think my own rotting heart would have turned to dust from inside out if I let this fire in me continue on burning, but now I’m not sure if I should have just let it happen,” you sigh, “I’m sorry for being a bother, but I hope you won’t hold any ill will against me for it… I just needed to get this off my chest.”

Before you allow your own inferiority complex to gnaw away your senses, Sin’s response back to you is almost immediate.

“You may have misunderstood me, it wasn’t my intention at all to dismiss your confession.” she says, with the same gentle voice you’ve become so used to.  She is even smiling with sincerity now.

“Your heart isn’t rotten in any way. In fact, you’re very cute with many things to admire. I know you always speak from the most inner of your soul, and… you should know I’ve reciprocate your feelings from the very beginning, perhaps with even more so the amount of passion you do, if you would allow me to show you more thoroughly, if my words alone are not convincing you.”

You feel foolish to the point you’re only able to quake slightly, swallowing the lump in your throat to clear your voice, “B-But… what about Refi— I mean, the Devil Queen?” you remember to address her with a respectful title for she is still technically your superior, especially in presence of her lawfully-wedded wife.

“I’m sure she won’t mind me having another beloved of my own. After all, love is meant to be shared, whether that’s between two unified persons or more.”

She gestures for you to place your hands towards her, as she hands you one of the very same red carnations you just gifted her.

“I… y-you knew all this time then…?” you accept the flower, holding it within your grasp, wanting to suddenly never let go of it.

“Darling dove, never shy from what your heart desires with this burning, ardent ache. I was wondering if I would have to wait for another eternity for you to approach me again to tell me about this.” she’s jokingly exaggerating her claim, but the words are not lost on you.

“I’m very perceptive of people’s emotions and it’d be sinful of me to lie and say I haven’t had this… desire to keep you all to myself alongside all my other possessions,” she tells you, offering you her hand to take, you swear her eyes are a deeper shade of red than you’ve seen before, “So, how would you like to accept my invitation to accompany me to my garden?”

You don’t need to think over your answer for too long this time.

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(a/n: this is also partially dedicated to Piralos, i don’t know if this was her request but since as an avid Sin worshipper lover, i hope you like this!! 🍷)

#mogeko #funamusea #yandere x reader #sin (funamusea) #yanderecore #deep-sea prisoner #okegom #dsp #female yandere #the gray garden #yandere #tgg #ficlets

[a-detraque-barista]

Marigolds and Sea Water

Yandere Siren Jimin x Reader, a little bit of Yandere Siren Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: yandere themes, possessive Jungkook, graphic killing, character death, mention of 

Word Count: 3.1k

“Come on, come on! Wake up!” your voice was frantic as you held the half fish-man in your arms. You brought him underwater again and back up.

    You had found him washed up on the shore. He was barely breathing so you tried to keep him alive by bringing him back into the water. So far nothing was helping. He still had a pulse but it was faint. You went deeper into the ocean so you were just barely touching the ground. Taking in a deep breath you went underwater and swam as far as you could. You didn’t want to let him go but you also couldn’t hold your breath forever. You could feel your eyelids drooping and your lungs burning. Seeing the man’s eyes flutter, you smile.

Everything went black after that.

When your eyes fluttered open you looked around to see plain white walls and the consistent beeping of the monitor next to you. Confusion took over your whole mind. You couldn’t piece together where you were or how you got there. It didn’t help how you began to feel nauseous. You felt a sharp pain in your chest. What was going on? 

“Y/n please calm down, you’re in the hospital,” a nurse came rushing in after getting notified of your escalating heart rate. She took your hands and tried to get you to calm down, “Breathe, in and out.”

Eventually, you were able to calm down enough for her to explain how you ended up in the hospital. Someone had used your phone to call an ambulance but they were gone before EMS arrived. The nurse had also explained that you have gotten pneumonia from the water being in your lungs. To fight the infection you have to take antibiotics every day, twice.

You suspected the aquatic man had saved your life, even knowing enough about society to call an ambulance to help you. Staring up at the ceiling you were thinking about what to tell your boss when you went back to work in a few days. She didn't take lightly to excuses for not coming into work. As long as you had a doctor’s note, your punishment wouldn't be too harsh. 

The doctor came in and said you would be able to go home within a few hours but you had to stop for your medication before going home.

You lived in a small town so it didn't take you long to walk to the pharmacy and home. The sun was setting and the wind was getting stronger. It felt nice but you just wanted to get home and sleep in your own bed. 

    The next day you took a walk along the shore as you silently hoped to see the mysterious sea creature that you met the other day. With no such luck, you went home to spend the rest of the day lounging on your couch while catching up on your favorite show you haven’t been able to get to in a while.

    You kept going back to where you found the man ashore, every day. However, every day, there was no sign of him.

✤✤✤

    Three weeks later you were laying in your bed. You had just woken up, looking over to your alarm clock, the big red numbers read 3:58 AM. Groaning, you reluctantly sat up and dug your palms into your eye sockets. Why did you have to wake up so early on your day off? It was a tragedy nobody should have to suffer. 

    You decided to go for a swim since it was warm enough and you needed something to do for another two hours until your favorite coffee shop opened up.

    Choosing a random spot to set your towel and bag, you took off your coverup and walked into the water. You dove into the water once you were in decent depth. Most people would have been traumatized and wouldn’t go near the water ever again. But you didn’t really care, you loved the ocean and you weren’t going to let that one moment ruin it. You broke the surface and slicked your hair back as you stared up at the moon. It was full and bright while there were no clouds in sight. You began to float on your back as you daydreamed while gazing at the stars. 

    Dreaming of what could be and what could’ve been when you felt something wrap around your stomach and pulled you under the water. You struggled as much as you could but whatever grabbed you wrapped its arms around yours. You stopped kicking and tried to look behind you but it stopped you by digging his face in your neck. Your air supply was running low, noticing this, he brought both of you up to the surface. Taking in a deep breath you were able to level out your breathing.

    “I forget you can’t breathe underwater sometimes,” his voice was smooth and light. The airy chuckle he let out was endearing. “I tried to stay away from you for weeks. But I just couldn’t do it.” His arms tightened around your middle. “I needed to see you again. And hold you again. Even only for a little while.”

    He unwrapped his right arm from around you to grab your wrist. You felt your skin tingling the more he held your wrist. When he let go of it, he took your forearm and bent it upwards so you could see the marking he left. It looked like a bracelet that held charms, a moon crescent, stars, and waves were now embedded into your skin like a tattoo. Hugging you one last time he whispered, “I’ll be back for you.”

    With that, he sunk back into the water and swam off before you could even process what had happened. You swam back to shore and quickly dried off and grabbed your things. The sun was already beginning to rise so you had to quickly take a shower and get dressed before the morning rush hit the coffee shop. 

    Once you saw your favorite barista working through the glass door you practically skipped up to the counter. He laughed the whole time as he watched the way you were walking. You loved being able to make him laugh, he was usually a very shy person.

    “Gooooood morning, Jeongguk,” you rested your arm on the display case full of baked goods right next to the register.

    “Good morning, Y/n. Your usual?” Jeongguk tried to hide his smile as he typed in your order.

    “Yessssss, could you add a muffin? They are calling out to me.”

    “Are you sure that’s not just your other personality?”

    “I would say something if that weren’t true,” you both laughed as you talked while waiting for your drink.

    Jeongguk suddenly stopped talking as he noticed your wrist. His eyes became dark as his coworker handed you your drink. You put both the bag and the drink in your left hand before looking to Jeongguk with your eyebrow raised. You reached out to poke his face but he quickly grabbed your wrist. He stared at the marking intensely before asking, “Who gave you this?”

    You had never seen this side of Jeongguk. He was usually all smiles and witty comments. You were concerned about how fast his mood changed from seeing a marking from a mysterious seaman. Not knowing what to tell him you began to stutter, “I-I um, well, it’s kind of hard to-to explain Jeongguk.”

    He said nothing for a while before he finally let go of your wrist, “ I’ll be over at your house to talk after my shift. Don’t go near the ocean. Got it?” His eyes were dark as he looked at you from under his eyelashes. You were too confused to respond causing Jeongguk to grab your wrist again and say, “Got it?”

    He let go of your wrist after you nodded quickly. Exiting the shop, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Today was becoming too much for your heart to handle.

    You drank your beverage and ate your muffin at your coffee table while watching cartoons that played early in the morning. You had almost forgotten about Jeongguk coming over as you lost track of time.

    Your concentration on the cartoon was broken when you heard knocking at your door. You slowly set down your drink and stood up to open the door. There he was. In his all-black outfit and parted hair. You’ve had a tiny crush on Jeongguk for a while now. How could you not when he was so attractive, made you laugh, and was always kind to you? But you’ve never seen him like this before, angry and seething.

    Without asking, he walked in while pulling you with him. He kicked the door closed and brought you to stand in front of him.

"What are you doing?" your voice was shaky as you watched him bring your wrist up to his mouth. His dark eyes stared into yours. You felt him smirk against your skin before he let out a humorless chuckle.

“You have no idea what this is, do you?” watching your head shake, he sighed before explaining, “It’s a mark that sirens leave on their mates to keep any unwanted creatures away. But I’ve waited and waited till the day I could finally mark you as my mate. I won’t let some wild beast take you away.”

After he said that, he bit into your wrist. Hard enough to break the skin and cause you to bleed. Jeongguk pushed you back until you hit the wall so he could pin your other arm and both legs so you wouldn’t be able to struggle. You couldn’t move or get a word to come out. It’s like you were practically frozen. You didn’t understand what was going on. Your brain going into overdrive to try and process everything that’s happening. Jeongguk was biting into your wrist after practically telling you that he was a siren just like the man you had saved from the beach. And saying that you were his while confessing he had been waiting to mark you. What the hell was going on?

He didn’t pull his teeth back until he was satisfied with the fading of the mark. If the mark was taking this much to get rid of then the siren that had given it to you must be incredibly strong. 

As an apology, Jeongguk began to lick the blood and your wound. He never wanted to hurt you but it was a small price to pay to get the stench of another siren off of his beloved. He made sure the wound had stopped bleeding before he pulled away to look into your eyes. Surprisingly, you had kept quiet the entire time with the occasional whimper. He thought you would scream and curse at him but you did nothing as stared as if in a daze. Maybe you really did love him as much as he loved you. He smiled as he took you in his arms and held you tightly.

He brought you over to your couch and had you lay down so he could lay on top of you. Jeongguk rubbed his face against your chest and wrapped his arms under you. He had dreamed of this for so many months. Ever since he met you when you first moved to town from your big city life. How could he let someone, that hadn’t even known you for as long as he did, take you from him?

Jeongguk had practically fallen asleep right away. While you were left staring at the ceiling. So much has happened within several hours that you were exhausted but your mind was running too fast for you to fall asleep quickly. Over time, as the sun was hidden behind the clouds, you finally fell asleep.

Your eyes slowly opened as your pupils adjusted to the dim lighting. There was barely any light, only the light reflecting off of the water. Your legs were in the small pool and the rest of your body laid on the hard rocky surface. Your eyes were still unfocused as you examined what looks to be a cave. Trying to sit up you felt an arm bring you back down.

Looking over, you saw the man you had saved from the shore. He didn’t say a word. Just staring at you as you tried to get the strength back in your arms and legs. From where you were laying it seemed there was no other exit except the pool your feet were in. There may be one behind you but you can’t see it from there. You felt the arm around your middle tighten.

“There’s no point. I’m the only way you can get out of here.”

You made eye contact with the man who you assumed saved you before you drowned. His eyes were gold, they reminded you of the marigold flowers that grew around your house. 

“Why did you save me?” he whispered while he gazed into your eyes like he was looking for something.

“I couldn’t just leave you there. You were gonna die. Or worse, someone else found you that would…” you didn’t know how to finish your sentence. Whatever this man was, he wouldn’t be saved from the bottom of their heart. He would be saved to be experimented on or worse. 

All of these or worses made you want to crawl deeper into this cave. Humans were disgusting, even if you were one.

“I could ask the same thing,” you said quietly as you stared up at the ceiling of the cave.

“You saved my life, I had to save yours,” he rested his head on your shoulder before growling. 

He sat up to sink deeper into the water. He could only stay above the surface for so long. This finally gave you the chance to sit up yourself. You were a little sore but nothing too serious. From here you could really see him. His light blonde hair was slicked back with a few stray hairs falling into his face. Which brought your eyes to the bluish scales adorning his cheeks, down his neck, arms, and to his tail. His hands that reached out for your legs were webbed as there were short sharp nails at his fingertips.

“It’s time to rehydrate, my love.”

“Rehydrate?”

He grabbed you by your calves and pulled you into the water with him. He held you by your waist, “We can’t stay out of the water too long or we’ll die.”

“Um, I’m human. I should be out of the water most of the time,” it was obvious you weren’t like him.

    The man didn’t say anything, all he did was examine your features. You could see the color of his eyes more clearly from here. Not only were they an abnormal color but the pupils were also different. They were eight-pointed stars. You had never seen anything like them. Being this close to him also made you realize he was still a stranger, “I don’t even know who you are.”

    He finally blinks and thinks for a moment. “My name’s Jimin. But you can call me anything you want,” his voice was soft and smooth. It almost put you into a daze. “And what’s your name, my love?”

    “Y/n,” Why was his voice so soothing? To any other stranger you would reluctantly give your name, most of the time a fake one or none at all. Why did you give it up so easily? And why was he looking at you with such intensity?

    “What a wonderful name,” he breathed, his face was already so close to yours. He began to hum an unfamiliar melody as he slowly twirled the two of you in the water. 

    Wait...how did you get here? The last thing you remembered was laying down with Jeongguk on your couch. Nothing was adding up. “Hey Jimin?”

    “Yes?” he stopped humming to listen to what you were going to say.

    “What happened to Jeongguk? And how did I get here?” you tried not to overwhelm him with too many questions so you could get the answers you needed to the more important first two.

    “Well, Jeongguk and I made an agreement. Long story short, I’m the winner that gets to win your heart,” he sung with a sing-song voice. 

    Of course, Jimin didn’t want you to know that he murdered your dear friend. Jeongguk had idiotically explained how the two of you have been friends and how he has been trying to make you his mate for months. This only caused Jimin to fill with rage and kill Jeongguk. Jimin ate his heart as all sirens did when challenged and came out victorious. Leaving the rest of the scraps to the sharks. This underwater world was dangerous and feral which is why Jimin must protect you from all harm. Even from the surface world. 

    He sang as loud as he could towards your house, hoping it would be loud enough for you to hear through your walls. Luckily, it was just enough to seep through your open window and into your ears. You were still half asleep by the time you stood up but you made it out of your house and to the beach rather easily. As soon as you were waist-deep in the water, Jimin pulled you down and slipped something similar to kelp into your mouth and had you swallow it. Holding your face, he waited until he saw you breathe to make sure it had worked before grabbing your hand and swimming off.

    Now here you were, dancing in the water with the siren that had taken you unknowingly. He began to sing as he sunk further and further down with you still in his arms. You tried to push away from him but his grip became tighter and his voice got louder. Even as you sunk deeper into the water you could hear his voice. Everything was becoming darker and darker the further you went. You looked to Jimin worriedly but all he did was give you a charming smile before you finally succumbed to his voice and let all of your worries swim away. 

    Sirens can live for thousands of years while humans could barely live for one hundred. That’s why Jimin needs to make you into a siren just like him. The only way to do that is to mate with you. And he very well can’t do that on the surface or near it where others can see your beauty, right? He’ll break you from his spell but not until he’s got you completely within his grasp, in his home, at the bottom of the abyss.

#bts jimin #bts jungkook #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere bts #yandere jimin #yandere jungkook #bts jeongguk #jeon jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook #park jimin x reader #bts park jimin #yandere #yandere siren #yandere male #yandere male x reader

[1-800-sunset]

Rei was the goddess of ice and snow. With great peace and beauty she painted towns with a gentle snow in winter. She was a beloved goddess to many people and towns with temples built in her honor and celebrations. However when she was forcefully married Enji the god of fire. He wanted her to bear his children so that they could become powerful gods, and her titan parents wanted to tie her down so that she may not realize how powerful she could be. After her marriage, her winters were harsh and unforgiving. Rei was treated terribly by her husband and wept for her children that were forced to train their powers too young and when they couldn’t do what their father wanted he punished them. 

Touya was the oldest and he had inherited his father’s red hair and turquoise eyes, but his fire was brighter and hotter than his father’s. However he was stubborn and resented his father, leaving him to be banished from the pantheon as a lone god of chaos flames and cremation; hair turning a charcoal black. Fuyumi was her second oldest, with hair as white as Rei’s but steaks of red from her father and eyes a gentle grey. She had inherited Rei’s ability to frost the trees and grass but because she held some of her father’s heat she could not command the ice as well as her mother. Natsou, her third oldest, shared her white hair and grey eyes as well. Natsou created such beautifully made snowflakes, each one unique. He held the same resentment towards his father as Touya but after the banishment of Touya distanced himself from the pantheon but never gave up his role. Now her youngest Shoto had split hair red on the right side and white on the left. His eyes were heterochromatic as well with one grey eye and one blue eye. He was the one who had inherited both his parents abilities. With his left he could command the ice and snow as well as his mother and with his right he could control flames. He was the most powerful of her children.She was forbidden to see them during their time of training. Which only fueled her anguish and fed her winters.

 She was stuck in a loveless marriage and missed her children growing up. But she didn’t notice that her winters were wiping out crops that people need and temperatures were always so cold. Many people died because there was no warmth  to keep them alive. The people did not know what to do and believed they had done something to upset the goddess of snow. It was until a village decided that perhaps a virgin sacrifice would please her to end the harsh cold that has already taken too many souls. So they raised a young man with beautiful red wings that was given the title Hawks to be that sacrifice for the goddess. It was on his 23rd birthday that the time came. His birthday was on the 28th of December which was towards the end of the first month of winter. They took him to a pristine white quartz temple which was built in the snow goddesses honor. Rei was aware that there was a presence in one of her temples and decided to check in and watch from afar. It has been awhile since she had anyone come visit her temple. There was a circle of sigils and offerings with a young man in the middle and a cloaked person standing over him chanting with a dagger in their hand.

The young man looked like he was the child of the sun. Hair and eyes both shining gold, beautiful scarlet wings draped behind him, not to mention his eyes had the markings of a bird. Although Rei thrived in the night and was her sacred time of the day, she could see his beauty. The morning and sun were too intense and blinding for her, but this child of the sun radiated a gentle warmth. The same warmth she received from her children. But his eyes were not filled with that Same warmth; they looked sad as if someone had stolen his sunlight and pocketed. 

He was sporting white silk robes with a gold trim falling down his shoulders revealing sunkissed tan skin; those were traditional robes for a Virgin Sacrifice. A crown of Rindou flowers on his head. The Rindou were her sacred flower indicating this sacrifice was for her. She couldn’t let this man die because of her. It was unfair to end this man’s life who hasn’t wronged her in any way. It was her fault that the humans believed they had wronged her. She had to intervene. Enji had once told her that she was a weak woman with a bleeding heart. But she would no longer listen to that man. Rei was going to take back her own life.

Before the dagger was swung down ready to pierce the heart of the young man, she turned it into a pure white dove. With a strong yet soft voice she commanded the group to leave  the temple and let the man stay with her. Once it was just the blond she emerged from a pale blue glow, she was tall and in long elegant dark blue robes with beautiful white snowflakes dancing around her. The man’s golden eyes widened in shock and bowed before her.

“Please forgive me, my child. It was my fault that your people thought they needed to sacrifice your life for the sake of survival. I will give you the freedom that was taken from you, you are to do as you wish from now on.”

“My goddess before I was taken by the mages my family worshipped your husband the god of fire but I have been raised to worship you. You are my patron goddess. Although I am grateful that you granted me freedom I wish to become your servant. I have nothing left for me here. I might as well do something for you”

Rei wasn’t expecting for the young man to look at her with such a warm gaze. She thought he should be angry with her for almost costing him his life. But here he was offering to be by her side. It’s been such a long time since someone had said she was their patron goddess. Most people have decided to worship Shoto if it came to offerings to the cold. Rei sees that this man has suffered but she could not bring the mortal with her to the Pantheon as much as she wanted to. They didn’t allow mortals to live there only divine entities. Immortality is possible to gain but usually one who has to do a great heroic deed or marry a deity. However she did have an idea to keep him close to her.

“My dove, I can not take you with me. But if you so desire to continue to be of my own I know where to take you. I will make sure that he will take good care of you. But the road is long and you will get tired. The decision is yours.”

“My goddess I would do anything for you. I accept the journey.”

“What is your name, my dove?” 

“Keigo is my name.”

“Rise Keigo for we have a long journey ahead of us. I will guide you.”

That winter was like the ones she had brought before her marriage, with snow falling slowly down from the heavens. From afar she knew Natsuo was creating snow flakes and sending them her way. She felt Fuyumi gently frost grass and trees while Shoto helped create icicles on the branches. Rei knew that Touya must be watching the winter from his home. She knew he always loved the cold. She felt a great deal of offerings of gratitude that winter. 

Rei had Keigo by her side and learned a great deal about him, enough to learn he had a great deal of hardships. She could say that she had become rather fond of him, Rei knew it was going to be hard to say goodbye to the little dove when the time came. She just hoped that her plan would work, she glanced to her side where Keigo had been sitting staring off at the frozen lake. Snow flakes were lightly dusting red feathers but Keigo was unbothered. After all she had blessed him with the gift to withstand the cold and to be able to lower his temperature to keep cool in the heat. Where he was going he was going to need this gift. 

By the time spring was around the corner when they reached their destination. The obsidian temple, were there was torches lit with blue flames. Only Rei and Natsou knew of the hidden temple and of who lives there. Keigo walked the steps behind her, white robes pristine after last night’s washing. The top was part was still fell around his shoulders and a single Rindou was tucked behind his ear. When they entered the main room the slam of the door echoed. Hopefully alerting the owner that he now had guests. A pillar of blue fire erupted from the ground, before a familiar tall man with turquoise eyes and black hair stepped out. She heard wings ruffle behind her.

“Mom?”

“Touya!” She replied before reaching out to hug Touya who looked confused and accepted her hug.

Then he noticed that there was someone else here, Rei pulled away and gently grabbed the blond to pull him closer. Touya scanned the man before him, he was pretty short compared to the two gods. His eyes trail to the blond’s exposed shoulders and collar bones, before graviting to meet the gaze of honey like eyes. Touya would admit he was rather lovely but the real question was who was he and why did his mom bring him here to his temple.

“Touya I know I probably have no right to ask this of you but I do need your help. You see Keigo was going to be sacrificed because of me, and I couldn't just let him die so I stepped in. Now he is one of my own but you know I can’t bring mortals to the Pantheon. So I was wondering if he can stay here year round but I take him for the winter months?”

Touya was going to say no but he knew he couldn’t turn down his mother’s request. He saw how beautiful this winter was and knew Keigo probably had something to do about it. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to have someone around the temple right? Especially someone as pretty as this man. 

“Fine. He can stay here. I assume you already blessed him to be able to handle the heat. Or else he would have burned to a crisp by now.”

Wings fluttered from the imagery, heh, how cute. Rei pressed a cold peck on top of windswept blond locks, tears slightly pricking her eyes. Her heart ached but knew she would be back. 

“I will come back for you, Keigo. You and I will spread the winter when the time comes. Please protect him, Touya. Goodbye my little dove.” She said walking away 

towards the door.

“Guess you have changed mom.”

Rei looked over her shoulder with an amused smile.

“Yes it seems I have.”

After Rei left there was an awkward silence between Keigo and Touya. Touya decided to lead Hawks to a spare room he had. The room itself was far from his own on the other side of the temple. Keigo felt slightly nervous and felt his wings slightly flutter. He knew Touya wouldn’t hurt him, he trusts Rei’s judgment. If she thought this was for the best then he was going to believe her. Touya brought him to a spacious room with a high ceiling and candle chandelier. There was pretty dark furniture and a dimly lit fireplace. The bed was bigger than any Keigo has ever seen, and looked like the sheets were made from a black silk and a sheer light blue canopy. The room looked luxurious and way better than any room the mages have ever given him. He thanked Touya with a gentle smile taking Touya’s breath away. How could one mortal’s beauty rival that of a deity? Touya knew then that he was going to make sure that this mortal would be protected and live comfortably. Later that day he brought the blond a variety of beautiful and high quality robes to replace the one he was wearing.

Touya invites the blond to eat all their meals together in the dining room every day. He tells Keigo that he could go anywhere in the temple, no part is off limits. Keigo rather enjoyed this freedom and wanted to explore as much as he could. Until he stumbled upon a library filled with scrolls and books. So many stories that Keigo has never even heard of. Sometimes Touya would be in the library and the two would talk about anything and everything. There were times they spent almost the entire day talking. Touya learned more about Keigo and how he ended up being saved by his mom. The way Keigo Talked about his mom made his heart clenched and he was glad that she was able to step in and save him. They opened up to each other enough to share past traumas. Keigo eventually wanted to make the temple feel more at home and asked if he could decorate. And Touya lets him do as he wishes, he doesn’t think he could ever deny the blond anything. If Keigo asked him for anything he would bring on a golden platter. The temple wasn’t as big or alone as it used to feel. As the seasons passed their own feelings grew.

With the months passing by, Rei never forgot her promise to Keigo. At the Pantheon, she had stopped letting Enji talk down to her and didn’t let him hurt her. She was more than happy to send cold gusts at him to put out his stupid flame beard or make ice barriers between them. Her children were happy to see this change in her and asked what had happened this winter. She couldn’t tell them just yet. Rei hoped that things were going alright between Touya and Keigo. Before this winter she was always worried about how lonely it must be for Touya to live alone. She just hopes that they were getting along. Maybe something would come out of it, after all the way Touya looked at Keigo did not go unnoticed. 

When it was time she made her way to the Obsidian temple ready to see her son and her dove. She entered the main chamber and saw there was definitely more light pooling in with the curtains pulled back. Oddly enough there were Rindou flowers in vases everywhere. The place looked so much more lively. Touya and Keigo walked down the staircase to meet with her.  Keigo no longer had the white robes, but instead they were a shiny gold with a black sash around his waist. The top still opened, he must just really like wearing them that way. He looked happy and well taken care of. Not that she doubted Touya, he  himself looked content. Before they parted she couldn’t help but notice the pained expression in Touya’s eyes. So there was something going on like she suspected. 

During the winter months, Rei learned of the kindness her son showed Keigo. How he allowed him to decorate the temple and do as he pleased. They ate together peacefully at the dinner table. The two have gotten very close, Keigo confided in her that he indeed had feelings for Touya. He thought she was going to be mad at him but instead she chuckled and stroked his hair. She was truly happy for them. The two travelled the land together again and spread a quiet winter wonderland. The frozen lands looked so serene and magical that it was almost hard to believe that there were ever harsh snow storms. When returning Keigo back to Touya’s care she saw the utter relief and happiness cross Touya’s blue eyes and Keigo’s smile so warm with joy. Rei knew that the two of them would be fine, it wasn’t long before the two entered a relationship in the spring. 

The next year before it was time for Keigo to join Rei for the winter, Touya asked his mother for Keigo’s hand in marriage. As Keigo is a devotee to his mother, he belongs to her. She gives him her blessing to marry him after the winter on the condition that he would continue to come with her for the winter. Touya agreed to terms and when they returned he wasted no time in asking the blond to marry him. Keigo was surprised but accepted as tears welled in his eyes. Touya was incredibly happy and took the bird by the waist and spun him around. 

The two got married in the Spring and invited Touya’s siblings, Rei, and a very small group of gods. That was the day Keigo gained immortality, and his godly glow was a soft gold.  He was wearing a Garland of red flowers upon his head and robes were golden with patterns of red and black birds. His wings shone brightly in his golden glow. While Touya wore a blue robe with the color matching his flames, gold and black thread embroidered a pattern similar to fire along the bottom of his robes and the end of his sleeves. Although Keigo did grow slightly taller both Rei and Touya still had more inches than him. Their marriage marked the day that the two would spend their immortality together. They would never know sadness or loneliness ever again, after all they had each other.

(Honestly I just wanted to write Rei being like a mom to Keigo and then my mind went to a gods au. Then I thought to add a little Dabihawks and accidentally made them have a little bit of Hades and Persephone love story. Hope you enjoyed.)

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[matth1w]

Imagine being Lucifer Morningstar’s whatever and getting your period please?

Cramps

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Summary: Luci comforts you during that time of the month. Ice cream, heat pad, and the best cure… a good orgasm.

Warnings: NSFW, Shower sex, unprotected sex, fingering, descriptions of period blood, pain, and bleeding through underwear, cursing

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,933 words

Note: Thanks for requesting, love! 💕I hope all y’all enjoy this totally not self-indulgent fic 👀🤷🏻‍♀️

Tags: @gingers-writing

You groaned out loud when you woke up and felt the dull stabbing in your lower abdomen. And you knew when you moved, you would feel the uncomfortable wetness in your underwear.

Curse you for not listening to that little voice telling you to go to bed prepared.

“Ugh”

Lucifer rolled over and chuckled at your grumpiness.

“What’s got you all grumpy so early in the morning?”

You looked up at your lover and pouted.

“I got my period,” you whined and groaned once more.

He frowned slightly at that. You knew he wasn’t bothered and was just trying to be sympathetic.

He then kissed your cheek with a soft, quick peck.

“You start the shower, I’ll clean up here then join you.”

He finished with a wink and your heart swooned. Not only at his implication but also his kindness.

You looked up at Lucifer with complete adoration and smiled softly.

“You’re an angel, Luci.”

“And you’re a human, my dear.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that.

“Now go”, he said, shooing you along.

You nodded then got out of bed, cringing at the feeling. When you got in the bathroom, you sat on the toilet and reached over to start the shower. The hotter the better.

Once you finished on the toilet, you took off your sleep shirt and stepped into the steaming shower. You stood underneath the hot water, closing your eyes and relishing in the warmth that enveloped you. It was comforting, alleviating some of the pain and much of the discomfort.

After a few minutes of simply standing in the hot water, you heard Lucifer come in. He stepped up behind you and moved your hair so he could kiss your neck.

You leaned into the touch and practically started purring when his hands began to massage your shoulders.

Lucifer hummed at your sounds of satisfaction and leaned down to pepper more kisses along your neck and shoulders.

As Lucifer continued his ministrations, you pressed against him, excited when you felt his hard member behind you. Grinding your hips into him, he moved his hands away from your shoulders and down your body.

“How are you feeling, love?” He said softly between kisses and touches.

You hummed, “Good. Water feels nice. Mmm you feel nice too.”

He chuckled in your ear, nibbling on the lobe, “Is that so?”

You nodded, knowing he would feel the movement and brought your arm up behind you and twirled your fingers in his damp, soft locks.

“Careful, darling,” he murmered, walking both your bodies away from the water so you could open your eyes.

You withdrew your hand from his hair and turned around. Placing your hands on his chest, you scratched slightly, causing his eyes to flicker from deep brown to luscious red as he took in your body.

You smirked, feeling emboldened by his reaction, and leaned forward to press your lips against his. You lingered, reveling in the way he followed your touch as you pulled away.

His eyes opened again, fully red this time as you moved your hands down his torso, to his hips, then teasingly along his waist, close but not close enough to where he wanted your touch.

You looked up at your beloved, biting your lip as you smiled, eyes twinkling in delight. Your fingers danced along his waist, dipping down occasionally to stroke his length.

You paused, hand holding him with just the right amount of pressure and looked up at Lucifer. His dark eyelashes fluttered before he opened his eyes with a purr,

“Yes, darling?”

You smiled mischievously at him as you began to move your hand up and down at a snail like pace.

“Well, darling,” you emphasized with a tight squeeze and tug.

“I’m feeling a bit of pain.” You kept the smirk on your face so he would know you were only teasing. His eyes narrowed and a smile started to play on his lips.

Taking the pressure off to only featherlight you continued, feeling the hot water stream onto your body.

“And an angel once told me he knew just the cure for monthly pains.”

Lucifer leaned in, his fingers running gently down your body, lighting you up like fire.

“I do remember that. Would you like some help?”

You shivered at the teasing words and excitement at what you knew was coming next.

As you opened your mouth to speak, Lucifer’s fingers reached their destination between your legs and whatever response you had turned into a hearty moan.

Your body curved into his and with his other hand firmly on your hip, he walked you to the tile wall, the coolness exciting your body further.

You opened your eyes with a shaky breath, his fingers still moving slowly on the surface. The moment you forced your eyes to his, he dove in, already curling his fingers as you mewled and threw your head back against the tiles.

He continued the pleasure, knowing the perfect pace to please you.

The sound of your heartbeat was thundering in your ears, combining with the steady thrumming of the water hitting the floor. You furrowed your eyebrows, not even attempting to open your eyes again as the pleasure was too great. Licking your lips and trying to take a steady breath you spoke,

“Luci, please”

Lucifer’s fingers kept toying with you as he leaned down to leave wet, searing kisses along your neck and chest.

“Please what, darling?”

You groaned, he always dragged it out of you.

“Please...”

He added another finger and started twirling them ever so slightly. Left breathless you started panting,

“P-please... please... fuck me, Luci”

He twitched at your side from your words. He removed his fingers with one last deep thrust, causing you to moan. He stepped away, looking you up and down like a dessert he was eager to devour.

He held himself in his hand and stepped back to you. You stared as he lined himself up at your entrance, pausing for a moment, relishing in the electric excitement flowing through both your bodies.

You watched as he pushed into you, slowly until he was in fully. You forced your eyes open as he lifted your chin with his hand and locked onto your hip with the other. Lucifer stared back at you with lust-soaked eyes before pushing his lips against yours in a kiss that swallowed your moan as he rolled his hips.

As he pulled back, you bit down on his lip, loving the way he looked at you.

“Ready, darling?”

You nodded multiple times hastily, you were so excited you had no concern for your pride.

“Good”, he said with a deep thrust. From there, he continued fucking you into the wall. Your hands roamed from hair to his shoulders and down his back.

When he started rolling his hips, angling himself so he could hit your g spot with each thrust, you became even more vocal.

“O-oh fuck, Luci, fuck… yes”. He grabbed your leg to lift up, hitting an even deeper angle he knew you loved.

Your mouth became the shape of an ‘O’ as you dug your nails into his shoulder, the pleasure too mind-blowingly euphoric to make a single sound other than your gasping breaths.

“Do you want to come for me, love?”

You nodded fervently, so close to the edge you knew it would only be moments before you exploded.

Lucifer dove in to attach his mouth to yours, lifting your leg even higher as he fucked you hard, deep, and fast. The pressure finally came to its peak and you screamed as your whole body shook with pleasure, legs turning to jelly and all senses clouded. You couldn’t see anything but white, couldn’t hear anything but your own voice, couldn’t even think.

You were thoroughly fucked.

Some part of you felt Lucifer continuing to push in and out of you, drawing out your orgasm as he came to his own, pumping inside you, the fluttering of your walls feeling nothing short of heavenly.

Lucifer lowered your leg and planted kisses along your body as you slowly came back to reality. He walked you both back under the warm water and held you as your breathing slowed back to normal.

Finally, you were able to speak again, voice hoarse you stuttered out your appreciation,

“Thank-thank… thank you, Lucifer”

Lucifer replied with a proud smile followed by a lingering soft kiss.

“Anything for you, my dear”

You hummed happily as the warm water continued to flow over you and you excitedly gasped when an idea came to you.

Lucifer chuckled, knowing you no doubt had some silly idea as those often came after he fucked you senseless.

“Hey babe?” You said, drawing out the word. “I’m hungry...”

He laughed again. “Would you like me to make you something, love?”

Though the offer was nice, you shook your head as it wasn’t what you wanted. Though you might have shaken it a bit too hard as you were still getting control over your body.

“I really, really want some ice cream.”

“Ice cream? For breakfast?”, he questioned with playful teasing evident in his voice.

You huffed, “Yes, Lucifer. Ice cream for breakfast. Because I’m bleeding out of my vagina. Because I’m a woman and because my body is angry I haven’t started growing a child.”

He ruffled your wet hair and smiled sympathetically at your mini rant.

“As you wish, love”.

Satisfied and in agreement, you both washed up quickly. Well, Lucifer washed you up as your arms were admittedly still useless noodles. You cuddled into Lucifer after rinsing off and dramatically whined as he reached around you to turn off the water.

“You’re the one who wanted ice cream, love”

You huffed.

“That’s true.”

After toweling off and taking care of yourself because you were on your stupid period, you grabbed a comfortable sweatshirt and hugged Lucifer who had thrown on an equally comfortable looking pair of sweatpants.

You shuffled to the freezer, barely picking your feet up, which of course made Lucifer chuckle again as he plopped down onto the couch.

You shot him a dirty look as you grabbed two spoons, though you did think about getting only one for yourself, he did give you a good fuck.

Right after you sat down, Lucifer threw the blanket over you and settled in. He practically jumped up with a shout,

“Forgot something!”

You were confused but honestly didn’t care. You had your favorite ice cream in tow and everyone know ice cream tastes that much better after sex.

And boy, today it was extra delicious.

As you started to grab your third spoonful, you heard Luci shout from the bedroom.

“Got it!”

“Whatcha got?” You asked, slightly muffled from the spoonful of ice cream you had just shoved in.

He didn’t answer, instead walking into the living room with your heat pad triumphantly raised above his head.

You smiled and made grabby hands, “You’re the best, babe.”

Lucifer sat down next to you, squishing the couch cushions and you took the heat pad from his hands, before pulling him in for a big kiss on his cheek.

You must’ve forgot about the ice cream-cold lips though because Lucifer jumped at the touch. You giggled,

“Sorry. Though, I’m surprised you can even feel the cold.”

He looked at you quizzically, unsure of where you were taking this.

“Because,” you leaned in to him, trying desperately not to laugh as you winked, “You’re so hot”

“Oh, Dad…” he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer fox #lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer fox x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar smut #lucifer fox smut #lucifer smut #lucifer morningstar request #lucifer fox request #lucifer request #Anonymous

[lilytriestoexist]

R0wan? More like Row(neck)beard

This is all @bleeding-star-heart ‘s fault (tumblr refuses to let me tag this one blog for some reason, sigh), they challenged me to do this and I can’t turn down a challenge. Alas, I have no art skills, but I am marginally better at writing, so here is my contribution to the great Uglification of YA Book Boyfriends/Bad Boys movement.

Warning, it gets a bit NSFW at one point because R0wan is ~horny~. It’s not explicit or anything, and since we’ve all read Sarah Janet’s atrocious sex scenes, I assume it won’t be a big deal, but in case it is, here’s a warning.

Rowan had a problem. 

He bit his lip and glanced behind him, through the ajar door of their bedroom, where Aelin’s slim form was outlined by the rise and fall of glossy silk, the sheets brought up to her chin as she tipped her head back against the pillow, hair a golden halo around her. In sleep, the sharpness in her face seemed to ease, accentuating her youth. Gods, she was so young. And already she was set to change the world. It was the greatest honour in the world to be by her side as she did so.

Only...would he be by her side? Would he be there, watching as the gilded crown was set onto her hair, watching as she turned to face the adoring masses, watching as she fulfilled her destiny and ruled as queen? He eyed the mirror, running hasty hands through his white hair, tracing the smooth, hairless jut of his jaw. Eternity was a long time, far longer than any one person could truly comprehend. And people had a tendency to grow, to change. He couldn’t guarantee that he and Aelin would change together. He couldn’t rule out the possibility of one day waking up and realising he no longer recognised the female laying beside him. 

Ideas crowded his mind, ways to keep Aelin alert, to keep her wanting him and to keep him wanting her. He considered shifting his body parts, perhaps acquiring Fenrys’s hair or Dorian’s eyes or Lorcan’s physique, but dismissed that thought almost immediately, a shudder running up his spine. Tapping his foot against the cool bathroom floor, he stared into the eyes of his mirrored self. His hand drifted up to trace the words and symbols inked across one half of his face, a habit he had embraced as the years had flown by. It was calming, to let the quick instinct in his fingers take over, letting his brain rest. They slowly traveled downwards, framing the outline of his throat, the protruding lump, the cords of his neck.

And suddenly, he had a thought. 

He examined the smooth, tan expanse of his neck, pressing his palms against the warm curve, pinching and pulling his skin. He’d cut his hair short before, shedding long white locks in favour of a shorter, more low maintenance haircut, but he had no idea of knowing if that would hold Aelin’s favour for any longer. What if she didn’t even like short hair? Rowan worried at his full bottom lip and, before he could overthink and hesitate any longer, ran a single index finger up his neck, from the tip of his sharp collarbones to the centre of his chin, and willed his magic to follow his unspoken command.

It was instantaneous, the growth of hair, following the path his finger had laid out for it. White strands began blooming from beneath his skin, shooting upwards to about an inch long before halting. He swept his finger from side to side, expanding the single line of hair, until it was a thick, healthy bush of white, encompassing the entirety of his neck. When he pressed his hand into the beard, it was a strange, fluffy sensation, but it filled him with inexplicable warmth. The corners of his lips stretched upwards as he surveyed the finished look, admiring the beard that now swallowed his neck and was beginning to creep up over his jaw. 

Aelin can’t possibly say no to this, he thought, striking a few poses and positively grinning with pride at his new feature. His whole body was tingling with anticipation as he walked back to their bedroom, a bounce in his step as he bent over and gently shook Aelin awake. With any luck, they’d be entwined beneath the sheets within minutes, and he swallowed as images filled his head of the wonders his neckbeard could do when his mouth devoured her, what kind of pleasure it could bring his mate when he buried himself inside her.

“Aelin,” he whispered as her lips began to part. “Aelin, wake up.” His fingers trembled with excitement as he used his free hand to stroke the neat bush of his beard.

“Rowan?” she asked, arms coming up to stretch out the fatigue as a yawn escaped her lips. Her eyes opened, and he smiled as she took in the change.

The smile dropped from his lips when she let out an ear-splitting scream.

“Aelin!” he yelped as she practically flung herself out of bed and to the other side of the room. “What are you doing? What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me?!” she screeched, pointing a single shaking finger at his exquisite, beautiful neckbeard. “Rowan, what in the name of the Gods has gotten into you?” 

“This is my neckbeard!” he snapped, affronted. “Are you implying something, oh great Queen of Terrasen?”

“I’m not implying something, I’m stating it outright,” she shot back. “That neckbeard is the most gruesome and atrocious thing I’ve ever had the misfortune of seeing. I wish Maeve were here to gouge out my eyes so that I would at least not have to continue seeing that monstrosity on your neck. I would not mind if Erawan came and obliterated you into smithereens, because at least your Gods-awful neckbeard would be removed from this forsaken world.”

Rowan flinched with every harsh insult Aelin hurled at him. “It’s not that bad,” he protested, hugging his arms around his chest and dipping his chin, nestling it in the comforting cushion of his neckbeard. “You don’t have to be so mean about it, anyway. A simple ‘I don’t like it’ would have sufficed.”

“I don’t like it doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings about that...thing,” Aelin deadpanned. Her hand came up, fingers curling, and a flame bloomed from the pale skin of her palm. “Rowan, this is for your own good.”

And then she threw it. 

On instinct, his hands flew up and the air in the room jumped to his aid, swirling into currents of manipulated wind in front of him and extinguishing the fire his mate had just thrown at him. The brief flash of overpowering heat in his face told him just how close it had been, and he stroked his neckbeard, reassuring himself of its survival.

“I...you just threw fire at me.” Fear, anger, hurt, and a myriad of other emotions warred in his voice. 

“It’s like I said,” Aelin replied, shoulders rising in a shrug. “It’s for your own good.”

He shook his head and took her in, the long hair tumbling down her back and front in loose golden waves, the smug upwards tilt of her chin, the eyes he had loved so much staring back at him without a hint of remorse. She had tried to burn his neckbeard, his most valued asset and prized possession, had tried to incinerate it, and did not care in the slightest.

Rowan had always feared a gradual deterioration of their relationship. Hadn’t he said not so long ago that one day he might wake up and not recognise the female next to him? It just hadn’t occurred to him that the day he had been dreading might come quicker than he’d expected. He looked at Aelin, his mate, his wife, and saw nothing he could love.

“No,” he said, and Aelin’s eyes narrowed.

“No, what?” There was a sharp, low note of warning in her voice.

“It’s not for my own good,” Rowan said, burying his fingers in his neckbeard. “You’re not for my own good, Aelin.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re just tired, Rowan,” she said, easy smile gracing her lips. “Come back to bed. We’ll sort it all out later in the day. And we can do other things as well, after that.” Aelin smoothed down the skirt of her short nightgown and winked.

Usually, that would’ve sent him diving straight into bed. But now, he looked at her slim waist, long legs, and suggestive smirk, and felt only the faintest stirrings of what used to be a wildfire.

“You’re not good for me, Aelin,” he repeated.

Her eyes darkened. “Come back to bed, Rowan,” she said, kindness draining from her voice and replaced with pure steel. He shook his head, and she sighed. “Remember, I love you. I’m doing this for you.” Her hands began to rise, flames beginning to pour from her palms.

“I’m doing this for me, too.” A single, massive gust of wind shattered the yellow-stained glass of their window and he dove for the opening, avoiding the fireball blazing in his direction and shifting into his hawk form. In a piece of glass, he could see thick white fluff underneath his beak, and found solace in the fact that his beloved neckbeard was with him wherever he chose to go. 

“Rowan Whitethorn, get back here this instant!” Aelin shouted, and he could feel the approaching warmth behind him. Rowan served to the side, wings outstretched. He could feel the coolness of the air caressing his feathers.

Aelin continued yelling, but her voice grew fainter and fainter as he soared into the distance. He had no idea where he was going, where he could even go, but all he cared about was putting distance between himself and the woman who he’d risked his life for, given his heart to, wanted to swear his existence to. What a fool he had been, to love such a person.

He flew, and then he ran, and he did not look back. And when he faltered, when he stared at his shaking hands and dared to consider returning, he only needed to find a mirror and stare at the thriving forest of hair beneath his chin. His faithful neckbeard, who gave him strength, who showed him nothing but love and loyalty. 

And against all odds, Rowan Whitethorn and his neckbeard lived happily ever after.

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