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chiriwritesstuff · 3 months

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The Girl in IT - 5. Pony

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

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Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: You and Joel decide to keep things under wraps. Murphy's Law has something to say about that...

Chapter Warnings and Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, Car Sex, Improper use of Tesla autopilot (please, for the love of god, don't use it for something like sex!), Sexting through Slack (Don't do this either!), No beta we die like men!

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: A shorter one today, I was feeling under the weather for a good portion of last week and wasn't able to really add more to the plot with my medicated brain fog. Hope the smut makes up for it! Sugar is finally feeling more confident and sexy, and we are here for it! Hope you all enjoy!

"Fuck baby, it's only 7:30 in the morning," Joel pants, grabbing onto your hips as you grind harshly against him, your head thrown back in pleasure. You were on him the moment he stepped into the driver's seat, thighs straddling his. He presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat as you pull on his curls. “You have no fucking idea just how much I’ve thought about this, Sugar.”

“Oh, I have an idea, it’s written on that list of yours,” you tease, nibbling on the shell of his ear. "I thought we could try out that autopilot feature. You know, for science," you breathe, pushing the fabric of your skirt higher. "I was thinking that this Tesla is due for a christening." You activate full self-driving mode and set the destination to the office, Joel hurriedly unbuttoning your silk blouse, and exposing your bra. His calloused fingertips graze the low-cut lace edge of your demi-cup. "Baby-"

"Do you like it?" you smirk, pushing your breasts further into his grasp, his large hands greedily cupping them. “I saw you looking at them on the mannequin, thought I would model them for you-“

“What happened to my sweet little Sugar?” Joel murmurs as he suddenly grasps your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “You get a taste of my cock and now you’re desperate for it, huh?”

Joel looks intently at the autopilot GPS, the screen showing that they are approximately 10 minutes away from the office. “Do you think you can make yourself cum before we get there? He pushes your skirt higher, his gaze caught at the glistening spot of wetness on your panties. “Shit, so fucking wet for me.” He hurriedly unzips his jeans, his cock already standing at full attention. He pushes your panties aside, his fingers slowly grazing your slit. “Fuck baby, you gonna let me bless this car? I swear if I don’t get inside you soon I’ll fucking die-“

You notch his tip against your entrance. “We don’t want that now do we?” You whisper, giggling at how ridiculous and desperate you must be sounding. You slowly lower yourself as you grasp at the backrest, Joel’s gaze fixated on how your pussy lips start to slowly take in his cock. “Fuck Joel, you’re so fucking big, I don’t think-“

“Don’t think, baby, just… FUCK!” He shouts as you grasp on his shoulders, fully sheathing yourself to the hilt. His hands grip your hips as you start to grind on him. “Shit, just hold still baby, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum-“

“Isn’t that what you want?” You pant, bouncing up and down on his length. “We only have 8 minutes left, clocks ticking old man-“ he suddenly thrusts up against you as you scream, pushing the cups of your bra below your breasts. He takes a nipple between his teeth, the flat of his tongue soothing the sting. “Oh fuck!” You shout, arching your back towards his mouth, wanting more.

You had long fantasized that being intimate with Joel —the man your heart had been hung up on for years—would undoubtedly be the most incredible experience of your life.

This was something else entirely.

“Tell me, baby, how does it feel having an old man sucking on your tits like this?” His thumb goes to your clit, his calloused skin hitting that bundle of nerves just right. “Only I know how to make you squirm like this huh?” He pinches it for good measure and you swear you could come from just that alone. “Tell me baby, who does this pussy belong to?” He says against your breast, hollowing his mouth as he sucks another love bite onto your skin.

“Fuck mark me, Joel, show everyone in the office who I belong to,” you murmur as you start to shake, the feeling of your impending release spreading throughout your body like wildfire.

“Oh baby you’re so close, I feel you squeezing me so damn tight!” He slams your hips against his as he starts to fuck you in earnest, barely hanging on as you bounce on him like a ragdoll. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, all teeth and tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pounds into you with reckless abandon. “Are you gonna cum for me?“ he groans as you completely lose yourself, the car reversing into a stall as you try to catch your breath. "Fuck Joel, I-" you struggle to formulate words as your body comes crashing down, the feeling so delicious it renders you speechless.

"I know, baby, I know," he soothes, "You were amazing," Joel breathes as he leans back, gently cradling your exhausted body against his.

“What about you?” You ask against his throat, lifting your hips. “Let me help you-“

Joel gives you a quick peck on your lips, helping you situate on the passenger seat as he quickly settles himself, zipping up his jeans. "Don't worry about me, Sugar. Ran outta time-"

"... but you're the boss, silly," you tease, reaching over to cup his erection.

Joel groans, swatting your hand away. "As much as I am very tempted, I have an early Zoom meeting with The H Group. Tess will have me by the balls if I don't show up on time." He cups your cheek, his thumb soothing the skin beneath it. "It's still early, why don't you grab something to eat? He slides you his black Amex. "Go crazy, maybe stop by the mall and grab you a little treat?"

"I might as well head in myself, I wasn't able to run reports since Tess decided we should drink ourselves silly yesterday." you smile, smoothing out your skirt. You turn and give Joel a little smirk. "It's a shame you weren't able to come, I always wondered what it would feel like to have your cum leaking out of me as I sit at my desk today..."

"Is that so?" Joel purrs, capturing your lips in a lingering kiss. "Are you gonna walk in with me, or do you want to keep this between us?" he asks, his expression serious. "As much as I am ready to scream from the rooftops that you're finally mine, I understand if you want to keep it under wraps-"

"... and suffer Connie's inevitable interrogation?" you groan, checking your reflection in the mirror. "I think I would like to keep you to myself for just a little bit longer if that's okay."

"It's more than okay, baby. Let's take it one step at a time." He smiles, opening the car door. "Meet me for lunch later? Maybe we can take a longer one, you know, maybe finish what we started?" he suggests, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

You give him one last kiss, chuckling as he grabs your ass. "Go, before Tess goes on a manhunt!" you tease. Joel kisses your forehead. "I love you, baby girl."

You beam at him as he gives you a wink. "I love you, too, Joel."

"So, who's the guy?" Connie whispers, leaning towards you, absentmindedly stirring her coffee in the employee lounge.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you deadpan, attempting to make your way out of the room before she could corner you. Her arm reaches across the doorframe, a knowing smile plastered on her face.

"Oh, stop playing coy, Sugar. It's written all over your neck!" Connie quips, motioning for you to take a look at the mirror beside you. Your eyes widen in shock at the sight of the numerous hickeys Joel has unknowingly left on your skin. Shades of red and purple adorn your neck like an unintentional pattern, a clear testament to the passionate night you shared. You blush at the sight as Connie sips from her coffee cup, motioning for you to take a seat at the nearest table.

Connie leans back into the plush seat, smirking at you. "So, spill. Who is it?"

"Whatever happened to 'a lady doesn't kiss and tell'?" you reply, crossing your arms. "I don't see how my love life is any of your business-"

Connie scoffs. "What are you, 50? Come on! We're all sluts here!" she exclaims, her eyes widening as she notices Joel walking into the room, clearing her throat. "Good Morning, Mr. Miller!" she says in a syrupy-sweet voice, her body turning in his direction.

Joel nods towards the both of you, a small knowing smirk at the corner of his mouth. "Good Morning ladies," he murmurs, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Anything interesting going on with you guys lately?"

"Well, apparently, Sugar got herself a boyfriend!" Connie teases, "She looks like she got eaten alive by the state of her poor neck!"

You shoot Connie a playful glare, while Joel raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"Well," he says, throwing a wink your way, "he must be quite a guy if he managed to convince Sugar to give him a chance." He grabs his iPad, giving both of you a nod as he heads towards the door. "Sugar, think you could swing by my office after my first meeting? I need some... troubleshooting," he says with a pointed look, "and I need it sorted before lunch. Can you handle that for me?"

You try not to blush under his heated gaze, aware of Connie looking at the both of you with her mouth agape. Keep it professional, you tell yourself.

"Uh- Sure, Joel. Just send me a Slack when you're just about done with your meeting, and I'll... head on over," you say weakly, attempting to maintain composure.

"Oh, I sure will," he says with a wide grin. "Ladies," he says once more, Connie whistling as she watches him leave.

"What I would do to have a piece of that," she exclaims, giving you a wink. "It's a damn shame that he's pretty much a monk-"

"A monk?" you quip, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "What makes you think that?"

"I've been working here for the last five years, right?" she half-whispers, leaning towards you. "... and I've seen some things, you know? I know exactly who is banging who in this office, nothing and no one is safe from me, okay?" she smirks, "Joel, on the other hand? now that's someone I can't figure out. No ring on his finger, no photos of anyone except his family on his desk, no plus one at the galas and family days the company throws," she muses, "a fine specimen like him not tied down at his age? He either has a secret sugar baby or moonlights as a monk. There is no way a man like him goes without for that long," she sighs, stirring her coffee. "I'm beginning to think he's celibate. Anyway, about your mystery man-"

"Sugar?" Tess suddenly interjects, her head popping up through the doorway. "The engineers are having a hard time accessing the server from the site, do you think you could head over and troubleshoot?"

"Sure!" you exclaim a little too excitedly, gathering your things, thankful for the interruption. "Let me just grab a few things from my office and I'll head on over!"

"Sugar, wait, we aren't done yet-" Connie stammers, standing from her seat.

"...aren't you supposed to be manning the phones, Connie?" Tess interrupts her, a pointed look in her eyes, as you swiftly exit the room. You mutter a hasty "thanks" to Tess while squeezing past her.

"Now, Connie!" you hear Tess yell from down the hall, chuckling to yourself. Serves her right, you think. You run to your office, sending Joel a quick message through Slack:

Sugar (IT) Tess is sending me on-site, I might not be back before lunch. Maybe I could pop-in a little later? Let me know, ok?

You quickly pocket your phone, grab your purse, and hurriedly make your way out the door, giving Connie a semblance of a wave before she has the chance to stop you.

Later, as you kick yourself for taking longer on-site than you intended, you forgo your lunch break. Opting to make it back to the office as soon as possible and back into Joel's arms, you don't want to think about how the subcontractors talked over you and didn't take you seriously at all, their constant hollering and cat-calls make you want to gouge your eyes out. You sigh as you slam your car door, dragging your feet back towards the office. This day can't get any worse, right?

Connie leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you stroll into the office. Her hand cups her mouth as she shares the latest gossip with Jesse in Engineering.

"Have you heard? Apparently, Joel is getting cozy with someone in the company," she discloses, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Did you catch that Slack message? Wow, what a lucky girl—"

"Or lucky guy," Jesse interjects with a smirk. "'Baby' could be anyone."

Connie turns her attention to you, a playful grin on her face. "Hey Sugar, what's your take? I'm thinking Joel is packing an 8-incher—"

Your eyes widen, and you interrupt in a huff, trying to hide your embarrassment. "What are you even talking about?"

"The Slack message! The admin channel is blowing up!" Connie exclaims.

"Don't tell me you missed it on your phone? I haven't seen this many replies since Tommy accidentally sent a dick pic last year. Didn't think Joel had it in him—"

Panic sets in as you pull out your phone, unlocking it to find hundreds of Slack notifications. Your eyes widen in shock. "OH MY GOD!"

#MCG ADMIN 50 members Joel Hi baby, someone's missing you today ;P 0003.png - image sent to #MCG ADMIN He's been waiting for your sweet pie, why don't you head on over here and warm him up... Baby? Playing coy with me now Don't be shy... Tommy JOEL? WRONG CHANNEL WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? (I mean, got damn but WTF) Connie (Reception) OH. MR. MILLER YOU DOG YOU 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 Frank (Interior Design) Well. Ain't that something. Huh. Wow. WOW. 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 Bill (Civil) FRANK! Eugene (Electrical) Well. That's a fine piece 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 you have there, brother. Sarah (HR) DAD?? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? THANK GOD ELLIE IS NOT ON THIS CHANNEL! Could you please do yourself a favor and delete that? I'm just going to keep messaging Guys, please disregard Joel's messages. I would like to remind you that sending images of this nature is prohibited and NOT acceptable. Oh my GOD. Tommy Sugar? can you please delete these messages? SUGAR? Why are you not replying? Hello?? Tess Shit. I sent her off-site because the engineers were having issues. FUCK. Sarah? Do you know her computer login by chance? Maybe we could delete it from her computer.

"Oh, shit," you exclaim, hastily shoving your phone into your purse. You make a beeline for your office, slamming the door shut behind you. Leaning against the door, you slide down to the floor, your heart pounding in your chest.

"What the hell, Joel? How can you be so careless?" you whisper in frustration, closing your eyes as you try to collect yourself.

You bring your phone up once more, scrolling through the hundreds of messages in the admin slack channel. "First things first," you mutter yourself, you click on the photo in question. It's a mirror selfie, Joel's jeans pushed down his thighs, his prominent bulge standing at full attention. He's pursing his lips, looking at the mirror, his eyes full of want and lust. "Holy shit Joel," you breathe, your breath caught in your throat at the sight. Is the air off?

Right. You need to delete this.

You hover over the trash icon, the notifications still popping up in the background, so much so that you don't bother to dismiss them.

Connie (Reception) Has Christmas come early for us all? 🍆🍆🍆🍆 Who is the lucky girl? (Is it me? am I that girl?) Sarah (IT) That's enough, Connie. Has Sugar come in yet? Connie (Reception) Yep. She's in shock. Ran into her office. I bet you're drooling over that pic, huh Sugar? I know you want a piece of that fine ASS Do us a favor and don't delete it. Sarah (IT) Connie. Stop. Sugar, please delete the picture.

You hover over the photo. Before you can lose your nerve, you click on the download button. It's not like it's wrong, he is your boyfriend? lover? after all.

[Photo 0003.png has been deleted by the system admin.] Connie (Reception) OH COME ON! Tommy THANK FUCK Tess Connie, I'm going to need you to come to my office. NOW. Jesse (Engineering) Well, that's all she wrote, everyone! Whoops Connie, that's what happens when you fuck around and find out, it's off to the principal's office for you! Sugar (IT) The photo has been deleted and all messages concerning this issue have been logged and sent to Tess and Sarah for review. You guys should be ashamed of yourselves. Tess Sugar, I'm going to need admin access to the channel just so we can prevent further inappropriate photos and messages from being sent. Frank (Interior Design) Oh, come on Sugar. I know you took a peek. It's okay, it's a safe space here at Miller Construction Group... I know I definitely looked. (Sorry Bill) Bill (Civil) FRANK! Leave the poor girl alone. Thank you for your service, Sugar. Don't you all have work to do? Connie (Reception) OH COME ON SUGAR. DON'T BE LIKE THAT! (Is it you? you can tell me, girl. Is that why you had all of those hickeys? We're all friends here.) Tess CONNIE. NOW.

You scramble to your desk, pulling up Slack as you hover over to the direct message tab, looking for Joel.

Direct Message to J.Miller Sugar (IT) Joel? Are you ok? Joel Uh... Sugar (IT) Joel, what were you thinking? Joel I was thinking about you. Fuck. I messed up, baby. I wasn't thinking and I was so fucking horny... and now I got Connie sending me nudes. Sugar (IT) I wouldn't be surprised if it's your new contact photo on her phone. Joel So, what did you think of it?

You take a look at the photo again, the mere sight of his cock making your mouth water and your panties wet. Granted, the grainy photo has nothing on seeing his dick in person, but you can see the appeal to it. Joel has a fantastic cock, and what's better is that it's all yours. If the office wasn't on high alert right now, what's to stop you from strolling into his office and mounting his dick, taking everything that he's got? You get goosebumps just thinking about it. Even if it's been a few days since you lost your virginity to the man you've been obsessing over for a good portion of the last decade, you just can't seem to get enough. Is that what desire is like? you think to yourself, shifting in your seat and rubbing your thighs in a weak attempt at relief. It's not like you're about to touch yourself...

My door is closed, normal people would knock, right?

Poor Joel, you think. All he wanted was to show you how excited he was, and now the good majority of his employees know just how well-endowed their boss was. It's embarrassing, no matter how good this man looked.

I should make it up to him.

You take a look at the La Perla bra that you have on under your blouse, the purple lace demi cut barely covering your breasts, just the way Joel likes it, you muse, chuckling to yourself. Taking one last look at your closed office door, you angle yourself just right, enough for your nipple to graze the edge of the lace. You bite your bottom lip, taking a few snaps to make sure you get it just right.

Taking a deep breath, you look at the photos.

Damn. I look... hot? Sexy, even?

With a shaky hand, you go back to the thread, pulling up the upload photo option and clicking on what you think is the most flattering photo, trying not to be weirded out looking at half-naked photos of yourself. Yeah. This will do.

Sugar (IT) Are you busy right now? 0345.png photo sent to #mcg-admin I'm so wet for you, Daddy.

Wait. Your eyes take a look at the thread, your eyes widening when you realize that you didn't go back to the direct messages but back to #mcg-admin. HOLY-

Frank (Interior Design) WELL DAMN, SUGAR. Are we all just sending illicit photos of ourselves now? Should I drop my pants and join in on the fun? Eugene (Electrical) GOT DAMN. NOW THATS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT WHO KNEW THAT YOU WERE HIDING ALL THAT??! Jesse (Engineering) HOLY SHIT WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW Bill (Civil) FRANK! Sarah (HR) WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? [Photo 0345.png has been deleted by Sugar (IT)]

Well, you think to yourself. So much for keeping things a secret.

Direct Message to Sugar (IT) Joel Baby, I think they know. Sugar (IT) YOU THINK??

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avxtarlz · 3 months

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Betrayal || Luke C. X Fem Reader

Warnings: Y/n Gets hurt but that’s all

Summary: Luke and Y/n are dating and she finds out about His plan working against Kronos.

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When Percy Arrived back at camp successfully achieving His Quest Y/n,Luke, and Annabeth pulled him aside to Catch him up on what was happening in camp.

Now all 4 Demi gods stand inside the Hermes cabin while Y/n,luke, and Annabeth are on one side and Percy on the other. “Clarisse stole the Masterbolt.” Percy started. “It’s complicated.” Y/n spoke. “How is it Complicated?” Percy looked at her raising his eyebrows. “Everyone was Ready to join the war here.” Luke stated backing Y/n up. “To start fighting each other. An accusation against Clarisse-“ but as he was about to finish Annabeth cut him off.

“Without proof.” All three of the demigods now turned their heads to Annabeth. “Exactly.” Luke said. “Without proof,it would have lit this whole place on fire.” Luke continued “but the good thing is your back.” Y/n smiled. “You stopped the war.” Luke looked at Percy smiling. “You saved the world, Now it’s safe to tell Chiron and finish cleaning up the mess. I told him we needed to meet him away from the celebration, so we can’t talk without any of clarisse’s supporters noticing.” He finished.

“Me and Y/n Will keep an eye on Clarisse while you two are gone.” Annabeth spoked. You raised your eyebrows. “Why can’t I go with you guys?” You pointed to Luke and Percy. Luke looked at Percy and back at you. “It’s better to stay like this. Plus Annabeth might need another pair of eyes for lookout.” Luke walked up to you and put his hand on your shoulder. “Fine.” Y/n agreed. Luke smiled as he turned to Annabeth.

“Great. And we’ll meet back here.” They all nodded agreeing. He turned back to you He pecked a kiss to your cheek. Luke then sighed as he turned his head to Percy. “Ready?” Percy then nodded.

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It was now Dark as The rest of Camp Half-Blood was celebrating and setting off Fireworks. “Talk about a celebration.” Luke nudged Percy looking up at the Fireworks. They really pulled out all the stops for you.. Cmon you’ve said, like two words since we left the cabins.” Luke looked at Percy while they were still walking thru the woods. “Just…Thinking about what the oracle said. That I’ll fail to save what matters most in the end.” Percy stopped walking, so did Luke.

“Thinking about your mom. I get that.” Luke told Percy as he turned around and set the lamp on a stone. “Believe me, I do.” He now Turned back to Percy. “But prophecies? Those things are so Vauge.” Luke scrunched his face. “The quest is over, and everything the Oracle said had either come true of makes sense.” Luke tilted his head. “Has it?” “You shall go west and face the god who has Turned.” Percy explained. “Ares. Okay.” Luke shrugged “find what was stolen and see it returned.” “Clearly the Bolt.” It went silent as Percy spoke. “And you shall be Betrayed….by one who calls you Friend..”

It was now silent at Luke and Percy were just staring. “Well the reason Clarisse is still here is because…you never said anything to Chiron about her.” Percy then broke the silence. “Did you.” He then spoke again. Luke looked shocked trying to speak. “You couldn’t… because you knew Clarisse didn’t steal the bolt…..you did.” Percy now put all the pieces together.

“You worked with Ares to plant it on me. So when the shoes you gave me pulled me down into Tartarus, The bolt would be delivered right to Kronos.” Percy now looked shocked as he looked up at Luke. “I didn’t think you’d give ‘em to Grover to wear…” Luke then finally spoke.

Percy’s eyes widened. “I am your friend. Percy, none of this was meant to betray you. The gods are my enemy. You.. I’m here to Recruit.” Luke started to explain. “Recruit? Does Y/n Know about this?” Percy asked. Luke just ignored him as he turned around. Percy heard a sword Un sheathing as he quickly Unsheathed riptide. “Easy. I don’t wanna fight.” Luke put his hand up.

“This is what I wanted to show you. This…is our way out.” Luke smirked. “Way out of what?” Percy questioned him still tensed. Luke looked at him as he turned around as he started to cut a Large pillar. “Camp.” As he cut a streak a portal started to form. “And their Control. Backbiter can open Secret doors. We can stay on the run as long as it takes.”

Luke started to walk towards Percy. Percy saw as he started to back up. “Stop saying “we”.” Luke continued to walk closer. “It’s the word Zeus fears the most. The gods want us to fight for them. Worship them, fear them. And they couldn’t care less what we want. They’re bad parents, Percy. And they’ve gotten away with it for far too long.” Luke explained. “No. this isn’t you. It’s Kronos. He’s got to you.” Percy tried to reason with him. “No, he opened my eyes to the truth.” Luke turned back around. “A golden age.” As he started to continue to cut into the pillar.

That’s what they called it when he ruled. We’re gonna help Kronos bring the Golden age back.” Luke turned back and walked back towards Percy. “Stealing the bolt and the Helm was easy. For what comes next..we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Luke stopped explaining as he turned back. But when he was about to finish cutting Percy stopped him with his sword.

“Our parents aren’t perfect, but they’re trying their best.” Percy put his sword up and Luke did too. “What would Y/N think of this.?” Percy stopped. As Luke heard him mention your name he got angry as he swung his sword at Percy.

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Y/n and Annabeth were near a table drinking punch as they were still on lookout for Clarisse. But Y/n seemed that they weren’t up to anything as She saw them enter back Area cabin.

“You don’t think they’ll do anything?” Y/n questioned as she turned to Annabeth. “No I don’t think so. We should-“ but as she was about to finish you raised your hand to shush Annabeth. Y/n heard metal clinging onto one another. “Do you hear that.” Y/n looked at the woods and then back to Annabeth. As they looked at each other for 1 sec they started to run into the woods.

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While Percy and Luke were still fighting Percy accidentally cut Luke in his torso.

“I’m sorry.” Percy quickly apologized. Luke groaned as he had enough and turned around and swung his sword to Percy. He fell down looking at Luke with his eyes wide. As Luke started to raise his sword and swing, Percy closed his eyes waiting for the impact. All he heard was metal clinging on to each other. Percy looked up to see Y/n infront of him stopping Luke’s impact.

She turned around to see Percy on the floor. “You okay?” Percy quickly nodded. Annabeth quickly went to Percy’s side lifting him up and pulling him to the side. Y/n looked back to Luke after gently pushing him back. “Luke, what are you doing?” Y/n said. Luke looked sad. “Y/n, you have to listen to me..” He tried to explain. Percy looked up. “Y/n, don’t listen to him. Alright.” Percy tried to warn you

Luke ignored Percy, walking towards you. You backed up alittle gripping at your sword. Luke stopped walking and stood there. “Kronos. He has plans for us Y/n.“ Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Kronos? Luke, what are you talking about?” Y/n said. “He can give us a better life than the Gods can.I need you to understand Y/n, we can finally be free. Free from the Gods, Camp, rules.“

Y/n now looked at the Boy she thought she had known. “I mean come on Y/n when was the last time you spoke to your mother.” Luke pointed at you now starting to get agitated. “Luke it doesn’t matter at this point. What you’re doing is wrong.” Y/n spoke. “Y/n why can’t you understand that I’m doing this for you. For us!” Luke started to pace around. “Luke. This isn’t you, you’re not the man I fell in love with. Whoever… this is, is not my Luke. You can still turn back.” Y/n told to him.

The words Luke knew were accurate but didn’t wanna hear. But now his sadness turns into pure anger. He would’ve thought you would move from the impact but as he swung his sword to where you were. Y/n didn’t expect it but she gasped as she felt a sharp pain in her arm. She looked as she saw a huge gash. “Y/n!” Annabeth now ran to your aid.

Once his anger was gone he saw what he did as he looked scared. “Y/n… I’m sorry. I’m sorr-“ He tried to comfort you but backed away as he looked at Y/n one last time as he ran into the portal. Blood was now spilling all over your arm. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.” Y/n didn’t say anything. She was just taken aback how Luke could ever do that to her. That was not her Luke.

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chic-a-gigot · 2 months

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La Mode nationale, no. 8, 20 février 1904, Paris. Toilette élégante pour jeune femme. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Jolie toilette de demi-saison pour jeune femme en drap satin d'une nuance mordorée claire et avantageuse au teint. La jupe est à plis assez petits autour de la taille; le devant étroit est réservé plat. Un volant froncé, coupé de hauts bouillonnés, donne au bas de la jupe une belle ampleur. Un de ces bouillonnés sert de tête, un autre de bordure. Le corsage, serré dans une haute ceinture en forme et bouillonné, est décolleté en rond sur en empiècement de guipure. Il s'orne de larges biais et, de chaque côté, de deux rosettes en ruban de satin simple; devant, un petit volant et des boutons soulignent la fermeture. La manche se compose de volants dentelés bordés de petits volants; elle se termine en fourreau serré. Cravate de velours vert.

Pretty mid-season ensemble for young women in satin sheet in a light golden shade that is flattering on the complexion. The skirt has fairly small pleats around the waist; the narrow front is reserved flat. A gathered flounce, cut from bubbled tops, gives the bottom of the skirt a nice fullness. One of these bubbles serves as a head, another as a border. The bodice, tightened in a high shaped and bubbled belt, has a round neckline with a guipure yoke. It is decorated with wide bias and, on each side, with two rosettes in simple satin ribbon; in front, a small ruffle and buttons highlight the closure. The sleeve consists of jagged ruffles edged with small ruffles; it ends in a tight sheath. Green velvet tie.

Matériaux: 6m,50 de drap.

Grande capeline de taffetas tendu garni d'une guirlande de nœud de panne verte et traversée d'une longue plume mordorée.

Large stretched taffeta hat trimmed with a garland of green pin knot and crossed with a long golden feather.

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I loved your take and the Rowan POV on that QoS reunion scene, but I've always wanted to see Aedion's POV on that too. Because you know he would be fangirling on the inside over Rowan lol

thank you so much ❤️

and here you go!

The QOS Reunion: Aedion POV

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Aedion hadn't exactly wanted to follow Aelin and Nesryn Faliq and Westfall out into the streets of Rifthold at night, but when one's cousin and queen gave an order, one did not refuse. Which led him and his cousin and the other two to this random alley in the middle of the sketchier part of the city for gods (and Aelin) only knew what reason.

His demi-Fae ears pricked as the silence of the night was broken by the soft scuff of a boot over the cobbles, his posture going tense. “Don’t move,” he hissed to Aelin, “Think I heard someone.”

Aelin turned without moving her feet, one hand creeping to the knife sheathed at her waist. “Where?”

“Down at--” Aedion’s words died in his throat.

For there was a broad male figure at the other end of the alley, cloak and hood and darkness obscuring his features, and he was decidedly approaching them.

Aelin’s eyes widened as she watched the figure, her nose flaring as if she was trying to yank her Fae senses out. Just then, like it knew what she was trying to do, the wind shifted, a soft breeze blowing down the alley towards them, carrying the scent of snow and pine and mountain breezes and...embers? Aedion’s brow furrowed as he tested the scent. Male. Definitely male. And a powerful one at that. And...

And Aelin was sprinting down the alley, a choked sob escaping her, and flinging herself at the stranger, who caught her effortlessly.

The male’s hood slipped back as he swept Aelin into his arms, the dim lamplight playing over his features and revealing tanned skin ornamented with stark black ink, what looked to be characters of the Old Language etched onto the side of the male’s face and spilling down his neck, disappearing into his shirt. Aedion’s eyes narrowed as he watched his cousin embrace the male, catching a whiff of her shock, her joy, and...

Holy shit.

Her scent lingered within his.

Somehow, in some way, Aelin was bound with this male. Which meant...

Holy rutting gods.

Aedion was going to pass out.

Because that was Rowan Whitethorn standing in the alley, clinging to Aelin like she was his life force. Rowan Whitethorn, pure-blooded Fae warrior of Doranelle and a walking, breathing legend. Rowan rutting Whitethorn, in the flesh, a page of Aedion’s storybooks come to life right in front of his incredulous eyes.

“Who...” The question came from one of the two others with Aedion.

“Rowan,” Aedion whispered. “That’s Rowan.”

He may have spoken the words, but he was half convinced he was dreaming, that Rowan Whitethorn couldn’t possibly be in Rifthold, couldn’t possibly be holding Aelin, couldn’t possibly have somehow bound himself to her. Their bond, from what Aedion’s senses could tell, wasn’t as deeply entrenched as a mating bond--yet--but...it was deeper than purely emotional. Something had been exchanged between them.

He scented them again as Rowan let Aelin stand on her own feet, lacing his fingers with hers, tears shining in Aelin’s eyes. And he caught...

Gods.

He’d scented a blood bond.

Questions crashed through his mind--did she give the blood oath to another? Did she take Whitethorn’s blood? Why a blood bond?--but he forced them down as Aelin approached, beaming like it was the first day of her life, bringing the warrior prince over to meet her cousin and her guards. .

Aedion felt like he was about to faint as Rowan Whitethorn, Prince of Doranelle and legendary Fae warrior, scanned him, his eyes alert, a little wary, always flicking back towards Aelin like he couldn’t believe she was here, at his side, holding his hand.

Blood bound to her.

Holy rutting gods.

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collectingsparechangemadeeasy1 · 1 year

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Painting the Town Red

So I’ll be adding it in the tags, but there’s a trigger warning of a child being beaten, and a very brief mention alluding to kidnapping, if there’s anything else I should add to that, let me know!

Oscar bounded after his dad after leaving Fairytale at the stables with Long Memory. They were visiting the town today to run some errands, and Oscar was ecstatic! He so rarely got to go into town, partly because they had what they needed to live at the farm, but partly because dad was a little over protective, and said it was dangerous. But he was going today! He was so excited, he could just explode! In fact, he kinda was! Little green magic fireworks shot off randomly from his head, sometimes his magic would do funny stuff when he was feeling something really strongly.

He bounced along his dads side, half listening to the itinerary of the day. Hot cocoa ingredients, new horse brushes, blah blah blah, potions from aunt Glynda! But she wasn’t in today… so they would get them from her assistant Gray, boo. Seeds, blah blah blah.

Oscar looked around in wonderment at all the stalls and built shops around them. People selling clothes of bright hues to the left, someone cooking delicious smelling meat to the right, and ahead some someone yelling about how amazing their jewelry was, another was arguing about prices.

Oscar pressed a bit closer to his dad. It was… so much. He’d been to town a few times, but they didn’t go through this part… Was there an event? Was something special happening? It was hot outside too… His head was starting to spin, people were yelling, some calling out to him, everything was so bright, it hurt his eyes. He tried to cover his ears and close his eyes, but people shoved into him and made him stumble, they glared or even shouted at him. He didn’t immediately register he wasn’t with his dad anymore.

His breathing was heavy and erratic, he felt hot and uncomfortable, his clothes were clinging in all the wrong ways and places and he felt tears brimming in his eyes. He wanted his dad! He wanted to go home! This was a bad idea! He should have stayed on the farm today! He wanted to go home!

Finally he stumbled into an alleyway between two shops and was able to scurry away from all the noise and heat and light. He curled up, putting his head between his knees as he sobbed softly. This was turning into a horrible day… He felt gross but in a bad way, not in the “just worked the fields and now I’m gross” way. He’d lost his dad, he had no idea where he was, and he was too scared to leave the alley…

He didn’t know how long he cried for, when someone roughly grabbed his hair and yanked him into the air, making him cry out in pain. He wriggled and kicked, fearful tears coming faster now. He sobbed, looking into the eyes of the man that held him. He was clean shaven, and smelled like something sweet and cigar smoke. The smell was oddly comforting, since his dad smelled like cigars sometimes.

He had bright red hair that covered one of his eyes, the visible one was a bright flashing green. He wore a white trench coat, his hands bore black gloves with orange jack-o-lanterns faces on the backs. His shirt was a black blouse, a gray ribbon tied around the neckline, with gray pants and black shiny shoes. He also wore a bowler hat, with a dyed pink, brown, and white feather in the band.

His companion was a small girl, with half pink and half brown hair, little streaks of white running through the dual colors, her eyes matched. She wore a white three quarters sleeved sheath dress with a slit up to her thigh up the side, and a half pink half brown demi-loop corset that had black lace around the edges.

“Well… look what we have here? A little brat all alone. Where’s your mommy?” The man holding him up asked mockingly, shaking Oscar and making him cry out in pain.

“I-I don’t have one, let me go!” He pleaded, but it only made the man laugh at him, the girl smiled cruelly.

“Awwww! He doesn’t have a mommy!” he cooed patronizingly. “How sad! Say Neo, you want a kid?” The girl, Neo, gained a look of utter disgust and spat on Oscar. “Woof, tough break kid. My partner here doesn’t seem to like you.”

He shook horribly, his head hurt so much from where the man was holding him, and he wanted his dad more than ever right now. “W-what do you want from me?”

The man scoffed and jostled him roughly with another cry of pain.“There’s nothing a pipsqueak like you could really give me. But I’ll take whatever you have, and since I’ve had a rough day, I think I’ll take it out on you. Sounds fair?”

Oscar grunted in pain as he was suddenly thrown to the ground, his head banging against the curb, making stars dance in his eyes. And then… pain exploded through his abdomen as a hard kick connected, making him gasp, gag, and wretch horribly. Tears dripped down his cheeks as darkness blurred across his vision.

Another blow rang out, but this time it wasn’t aimed at Oscar. A rock clattered to the ground, one that had been thrown at the man, hitting him square in the forehead. “Ah! What the- who would dare- Ow!” He cried out as another rock hit him, and another and another! It was a malstrom of projectiles.

Oscar looked to the end of the alley where the rocks were coming from. Three teenagers stood there, throwing the rocks at his assailants.

“Get lost creep!” the shortest girl cried, hurling a large rock at the pair. Her hair was short and a bit choppy, like she’d cut it herself, and a bright pale orange. Her eyes were a bright baby blue. She wore a white long sleeved shirt, a pink heart painted on the front. A dark grey sweater where she seemed to have endless rocks stored, was around her shoulders. And her skirt was a pink and blue plaid design, a white petticoat under it.

“Yeah! Leave him alone!” The blonde boy agreed, though his voice was shakier. He had blue eyes and a little brown cap on his head, and brown fingerless gloves. A black hooded cloak with a gray bunny on the front was around his shoulders. As well as a white blouse and blue pants, with brown mud caked boots.

“Go away! Get out of here!” The boy with the pink streak in his hair huffed, using vines to throw more pebbles at the pair. He had bright pink eyes, like the geraniums his dad planted last year. He wore green overalls with a pink lotus on the front chest pocket, a pink long sleeved shirt with black sleeves, and black boots with gold laces. His hair was tied back with a white and pink ribbon.

“And don’t come back!” The tall girl nodded, levitating some of the stones to hurl at the two. She had bright green eyes, but not like the mans, hers were kinder, even in her furied state. Her hair was long and red, held back by a black cord and kept neat with a gold circlet that had a green emerald in the center. She had a brown blouse with a braided design on the sides of the chest and a collar. Her knit sweater was a dark red color and seemed a bit big on her. She wore a golden yellow skirt with matching suspenders, black tights, and brown boots with gold heels.

The pair looked ready to attack the group of teens, but realizing they were outnumbered, and that the four were magic users. They shared a look, glared at Oscar, and ran, leaving the scent of cigar smoke and something sweet. Oscar didn’t get up when they left, the kick was strong and Oscar was sure the man had been wearing some kind of metal shoe. His stomach ached, his head was throbbing where the man had grabbed him, and he was sure he was bleeding… “Hey, are you ok?” the short girl with orange spiky hair asked, kneeling next to him.

Oscar shook his head, whimpering softly. “N-no…”

“Here, this might help.” the boy with pink eyes knelt next to him and hovered his hands over Oscar. They glowed a bright pink color and Oscar felt his pain easing and he breathed a sigh of relief. Healing magic… Not an easy thing to learn.

“Thank you…” he said softly, slowly sitting up with the aid of the tall girl and the blonde boy. “You saved me.”

“Awww, it was nothing. We just saw a creep and knew we had to put the beat down!” the orange haired girl declared, sticking out her hand. “My names Nora! These are my friends!”

“Jaune.” the blonde one smiled sheepishly.

“Lie-Ren.” The one with pink eyes bowed slightly.

“Pyrrha!” The red haired girl chirped. “And what’s your name?”

“It’s-”

“OSCAR!” there came a cry from the end of the alley, and Oscar’s heart leapt to his throat.

“DAD!” he cried, trying to stand to rush to him, but could barely take a step before falling over. Luckily, his dad was there now, and he caught him.

“Oscar! Oh Oscar! I lost you in the crowd! I was so scared! Oh never scare me like that again!” his dad all but sobbed, holding onto him like his life depended on it. “What happened? Who hurt you?”

“I-I don’t know… One was named Neo I think…” he sniffled, holding tightly to his dad.

“Neapolitan and Roman Torchwick.” Ren informed, “Known criminal kingpins of Vale. Guess they were having an off day.”

“We scared ‘em off though! They ran like a couple’a babies!” Nora smirked triumphantly.

Oscars dad breathed slowly and stood, holding Oscar still. “Thank you. All, I don’t know how to repay you for this.”

“No payment needed!” Pyrrha laughed a bit nervously, pausing as Jaune whispered something in her ear. She went a bit red and quickly snatched the circlet off her head. “Just uh- doing the right thing!”

He smiled and kissed Oscar’s head. “Well… why don’t I at least buy you all some treats, hm? Candy floss or ice cream perhaps? You did a great deed, let me thank you.”

Before Pyrrha could protest Nora was already tugging the older man by his coat, “Both! Can we do both! I want both!”

“Nora, remember your manners.” Ren chided as he followed along, Jaune trailing behind, holding Pyrrha’s hand as they followed his dad like ducklings.

Oscar smiled softly, sighing contently as his dad slowly wound his own healing magic through him. Maybe this trip to town wasn’t as awful as he thought…

#tw child injury #tw child abuse #tw mentions of kidnapping #Small Moments au #Oscar pine #Ozpin #rwby au #Dadpin

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Heraldecember 2022 Week One

1. Delagol, Protector of the Red Wood Blazon: "Per fess indented embowed gules and argent, a sword palewise argent sheathed gules."

2. Birkey, the town "Beside the Brook" Blazon: "Argent, a fess wavy azure, a chief embattled vert."

3. Wyldecliff, Knight of the Round Chamber Blazon: "Brunatre, issuant from base a lasso surrounding a revolver cylinder or."

4. Michalenko, "Under Protection of Michael" Blazon: "Purpure, a cross argent in sinister canton a spearhead of the same, overall issuant from base a demibezant counterchanged."

5. Lornesse, the City in Grief Blazon: "Quarterly, I. Azure, a tower argent, II. Per pale argent and or, in dexter three escutcheons azure, in sinister a bend sinister gules, III. Per pale argent and gules, in dexter a bundle of arrows palewise azure, in sinister a cross pattée or, IV. Sable, a fount wavy in canton a mullet argent."

6. Dorcoast, the "Golden Coast" city Blazon: "Per fess purpure and azure, in chief a decrescent or, issuant from fess an island proper, in base a base engrailed or charged with a demi-shovel proper."

2022 Official Prompt List

#heraldecember #design challenge #heraldry #art prompts #heraldecember2022 #digital art #coat of arms #procreate #art #artists on tumblr #emblazon

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pinersecond · 2 years

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Down in bermuda shipwreck island

The ship was launched in 1609, and her uncompleted journey to Jamestown appears to have been her maiden voyage. She was armed with eight 9-pounder (4.1 kg) demi-culverins, eight 5-pounder (2.3 kg) sakers, four 3-pounder (1.4 kg) falcons, and four arquebuses. The hold was sheathed and furnished for passengers. This meant that the ship did not need double-timbering, and she may have been the first single-timbered, armed merchant ship built in England. Her guns were placed on her main deck, rather than below decks as was then the norm. She measured "300 tunnes", cost £1,500, and differed from her contemporaries primarily in her internal arrangements. The Company built Sea Venture, probably in Aldeburgh, as England's first purpose-designed emigrant ship and in response to the inadequacy of its vessels. They even had the newly constructed purpose-built flagship Sea Venture placed in the most experienced hands of Christopher Newport. Their Third Supply mission was by far the largest and best equipped. There are strong indications that those in London comprehended and embraced Smith's message. Smith did begin his letter with something of an apology, saying "I humbly intreat your Pardons if I offend you with my rude Answer". When you send againe I entreat you rather send but thirty Carpenters, husbandmen, gardiners, fishermen, blacksmiths, masons and diggers up of trees, roots, well provided than a thousand of such as wee have: for except wee be able both to lodge them and feed them, the most will consume with want of necessaries before they can be made good for anything. In what has been termed "Smith's Rude Answer", he composed a letter, writing (in part): Ever bold, Captain John Smith delivered what must have been a wake-up call to the investors in London. It fell to the third president of the council to deliver a reply. They specifically demanded that the colonists send commodities sufficient to pay the cost of the voyage, a lump of gold, assurance that they had found the South Sea, and one member of the lost Roanoke Colony. With the Second Supply, they expressed their frustrations and made demands upon the leaders of Jamestown in written form. Yet the investors of the London Company expected to reap rewards from their speculative investments. The colony at Jamestown seemed doomed to meet the same fate as the Roanoke Colony and the Popham Colony, two earlier failed English attempts to settle in North America, unless there was a major relief effort, despite the delivery of supplies in 1608 on the First and Second Supply missions of Captain Christopher Newport. The company's fleet was composed of vessels that were less than optimal for delivering large numbers of passengers across the Atlantic Ocean, and the colony itself was threatened by starvation, diseases, and warfare with native peoples. The entire operation was characterized by a lack of resources and experience. The proprietary of the London Company had established the settlement of Jamestown in Virginia in 1607, and delivered supplies and additional settlers in 1608, raising the English colony's population to 200, despite many deaths. JSTOR ( July 2017) ( Learn how and when to remove this template message).Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. Please help improve this article by adding citations to reliable sources. This section needs additional citations for verification.

#Down in bermuda shipwreck island

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manofthefunhouse-blog · 2 years

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Dress the population sequin velvet amazingness, Lindsay Demi dress.

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Smilefest 2022

-There were a couple categories of figures I totally expected to see, but I was still surprised by the sheer number of Hololive announcements. There were So Many vtuber nendoroids, figmas, and POP UP PARADE! figures announced.

Most Surprising Announcement

Jill Stingray from VA-11 HALL-A. I never thought I’d see the day!!

Least Surprising Announcement(s)

Any figures from the following series: FGO, Quintessential Quintuplets, and Evangelion. Honorable mention for the sheer amount of My Dress Up Darling figures. Jesus.

Also, fucking Hetalia? in 2022?????? what is happening here.

We did get some cool announcements for Hatsune Miku scales, such as the Hatsune Miku Digital Stars 2022 Scale prototype

There is SO much to love about this figure I’m extremely excited for it. Love the computer base. I would be a little worried about leaning but with all the detailing and supports it seems like it’ll stand quite well!

We’re getting a vampire miku, too. This module getting a figure is a real surprise, just because she looks so different from her base module.

AND THEN THE COLORED PROTOTYPE FOR THE 15TH ANNIVERSARY MIKU!!!! she’s absolutely gorgeous. It’s been amazing to see the way they’ve perfected the gradients on Miku’s pigtails these past years. some of the older prize figures, uhhhh,,,,,, theyre. not great LOL

Persona/SMT Figure Announcements

There’s not really much to say about the persona figure announcements this round! I was hoping we’d get a colored prototype of the MegaHouse Fox they displayed recently, but alas, no dice.

We did get a better look at the Raidou figma, and DAMN! he looks really good. It’s super cool they went for fabric doll clothing, and are including Gout. Overall I think this figma looks really good, especially since Demi-Fiends figma is... hmm....

yeah.

We ARE getting a Violet figma finally, and my only hope for her figma is that the sword fits in its sheath!!! I think that’d be a cool detail. That’s about it as far as SMT figures this round.

And finally....

RALSEI NENDOROID ANNOUNCED!

#avi.txt #figure blogging #hetalia mention #my bad #smilefest2022 #so much umamusume pretty derby as well #long post

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ottermelon08 · 3 years

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ight time for my next thing... Elsword! My favorite RPG!!

Yes, I know these are all the same character. But I feel like as Elsword's journey goes on he realizes stuff about him self (as you do) and depending on the path you take the labels he chooses are different. If that makes sense, that's my best explanation :) (this also applies to all the other elsword characters) keep in mind these are just headcanons

Elsword is bi. Sheath Knight is gay. Infinity Sword is gay and libramasc. Immortal is libramasculine and toric. Sword Knight is bi. Lord Knight is bi and greysexual. Knight Emperor is demiromantic bi and greysexual. Magic Knight is lith/akoisexual. Rune Slayer is lith/akoisexual and nonbinary. Rune Master is lith/akoisexual panromantic and genderfaun

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nostalgia

(a future trunks x reader christmas gift for my bro @degenerate-otaku sorry if it isnt the best i dont write x readers all the time and found this idea to be a good one and decided to run with it)

trunks had returned from the future a couple months ago, and the kid version of him had gotten over his small identity crisis, although he still found it weird to look at a future version of himself. you where only unsure of him slightly, of course you being a friend to vegeta, despite being a weak human, did do you good on getting information about the future trunks.

"tell me more about his future." you demanded of vegeta who only glanced your way for a second before continuing to walk down the street you caught him on.

"as if i would tell you woman." vegeta huffed as you slowly caught up to him, your shoes crunching in the snow.

"i have a name and you know it damn well vegeta." you said with a low murderous underside to your voice, the only thing that caused vegeta to flinch at the tone was its striking similarities to friezas and king colds.

"alright, Y/N, i can tell you a bit about his future." vegeta said giving in with no fight at all.

"good, now spill it." you ordered once more as vegeta came to a halt.

"his reality is in ruins, all of us are dead." vegeta explained, causing you to drop your harsh persona for only a second.

"thats all you have to tell me?" you asked almost cockily.

"the androids caused most of it, other than that, we dont very much else or why hes here." vegeta explained with a sigh.

"thank you for telling me more about your sons reality." you said.

"am i free to go?" vegeta asked somewhat agitated.

"yeah, your free to go, tell bulma your having a visitor for dinner tonight." you added on before taking a turn away from vegeta who lifted off before taking his leave.

mere hours had passed that felt like an eternity to you before it felt like an ideal time to drop by and make your existence known, bulma excited for her friend to drop by.

"probably shouldve worn something better than this, but oh well." you said as you looked at your simple outfit of loungewear before ringing the doorbell, the younger trunks answering the door and letting you in.

"hey Y/N, you here for food?" kid trunks asked as he led you to the living room hands behind his head.

"course i am." you answered with as you looked into the living room finding goku arguing with vegeta, gohan sitting on the ground reading a book, goten playing some video games and the future trunks sitting in the corner of the couch silently.

"hes been brooding in the corner for a while now, good luck getting him to talk." kid trunks said as he trotted over to goten to join his friend in gaming, you simply taking a seat next to the future trunks who tried to inch away, uncomfortable at the contact face tinted red from the embarrassment or was it the anxiety.

"whats your name?" you asked the demi saiyin, who stayed silent for a minute.

"trunks..." he answered with.

"nice name." you said as you tried to inch a little bit closer.

"thanks, whats your name?" trunks asked cautiously.

"oh, its Y/N." you told him.

"thats a good name, better than mine." trunks said as he inched further from you, face a slightly darker shade of red.

"is that a...?" you trailed off as your attention was caught by the holster he had on his back.

"my sword?" trunks asked as he removed it from the sheath with ease, the blade a good two feet long at bare minimum, an inch thick at its widest and razor sharp at the edges.

"yeah, that." you said as you ran a hand across the flat part of it.

"be careful, its sharp enough to cut through anything." trunks warned as he steadied his grip to make sure he didnt accidently hurt you with it.

"i'll be careful." you said as you inspected the steel blade. "can i hold it?" you asked.

"its hefty, but i guess so." trunks said as he instructed you on how to hold it properly before letting you hold it, the blade instantly dropping to the ground, mere inches from hitting it.

"no shit its heavy." you said as you tried to lift it to be at around eye level like how its constantly shown in tv.

"want to head outside so i can show you how to use it?" trunks offered.

"course i do, but its nearly time to eat." you said as you attempted to hand the blade back to trunks who thanked you for it before sliding it back into the sheath with ease as though it was light as a feather.

"foods on!" bulma shouted out to the living room everyone rushing over to the kitchen, only to find the greatest christmas platter fathomable, a little bit of everything for everyone.

"this is some good looking food." you said as you took a seat in front of the best part of the meal, trunks taking a seat beside you, the kid version taking the other side.

"dig in!" bulma exclaimed a shameless and voracious feeding frenzy enacting, you just barely getting anything on your plate.

"i should really work on my reflexes sometime..." you groaned as you took a bite of the cranberry jelly in the shape of a can, a few pieces of turkey and some salad.

"here, im assuming you like ham, judging by how close you sat to one of the three on the table." trunks said offering you a few slabs of the chunk on his plate.

"im good, i know that you probably have an appetite larger than mine anyways." you said.

"your choice." trunks said before tearing into the plate of various delicacies.

"on second thought, could i have a piece?" you asked, the intoxicating scent of the meat finally turning the tide.

"sure, nothing feels better than helping a pretty woman." trunks said sliding a slab of ham onto your plate, the sudden boldness catching you off guard.

"im not that pretty, just a little bit busty is all..." you muttered under your breath before taking a bite of the ham being sent to foodie heaven.

"good food?" trunks asked through a mouthful of salad.

"delectable." you answered with before taking a second bite.

"after dinner lets head outside so i can teach you some basic abilities if you want me to of course..." trunks said trailing off a bit at the end, catching how bold he was and shunning himself for it, face deep red.

"less talk, more food." you answered with before taking a chunk of the cranberry jelly.

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for all the readers who arent who this was made for, a reblog for my motivations life would be lovely

and for my friendo, i wish you a good day/night/morning/evening and hope you enjoyed

#christmas gift #dbz #x reader #trunks briefs #dbs #vegeta #kid trunks #son goku #son gohan #son goten #goten #gohan #goku #prince vegeta #bulma

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thatfanficstuff · 3 years

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Her Three Kings - Chapter 15

A Volturi Kings x ofc Story

Warnings: fighting, injury

A/N: Lily kicks ass. That is all.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Liliana turned to face the guard. Demetri remained on the mats while the others moved to the perimeter of the room.

She drew her sword and tossed the sheath to the side before stepping onto the mat herself. “Sorry, Demi,” she told him and got a grin in response.

Demetri moved forward without warning and she moved at the last minute, bringing the sword around with her as she did. It slid across her friend’s back and he arched in pain. When he turned, he wore a look of utter surprise before he grinned again. “Oh, this will be fun.”

She shook her head and braced for his next attack. All the training she’d had, that was the one thing Jasper emphasized the most with her. She was human. She was slow and weak. She had to use what advantages she had. She was small and graceful and observant. Wait for them to move and dodge. Use the sword when the opportunity presented itself. Make it more than a weapon. Make it an extension of herself.

So that’s what she did. Like most vampires, Demi moved fast, which made changing direction at the last minute difficult. Once he finally realized she was using that to her advantage, he slowed. She dodged again but took a blow to her shoulder blade. Pain radiated from the spot and she threw a block up instantly. The hit knocked her off balance and she turned as she fell, slicing the blade through the air.

She landed on her back, accompanied by two thuds as Demetri’s hands joined her on the mat. The only sound in the room for a stretch was her panting as she caught her breath. Finally, she sat up to find Demi staring at his hands. “Sorry, dude.”

“You just removed the hands of one of the elite guard,” Aro said, his voice heavy with disbelief. She shifted her focus to her mates. The three of them were standing by the wall. Marcus and Aro were noticeably ill at ease. Caius however leaned against the wall. His arms were crossed over his chest and one leg was bent with his foot resting on the wall. His crimson gaze simply moved between her and the guard she’d just defeated.

Lily got to her feet and grabbed one of Demi’s hands. She held it to his arm and waited for it to begin knitting together before she grabbed the other to do the same. It wouldn’t take him long to be back in fighting form. Half a day maybe. Much less if he had some blood. She glanced up to see if he was pissed at her. Instead, he was grinning. She couldn’t help but grin back. “You are so weird, Demi.”

“Felix,” Caius barked.

Lily grabbed her sword and Demi flashed off the mat. Felix was bigger than Demetri, obviously and while he was by no means clumsy, he was less graceful than the smaller vampire. His moves just weren’t quite as fluid. But what he lacked in grace, he more than made up for in strength. So, when he landed a glancing blow to the side of her face, she felt the pain through the block. It was followed immediately by a numbness spreading through the left side of her face. Well, that wasn’t good.

She took advantage of his size and slid between his legs, slicing the blade across the inside of his thigh as she did so. She hopped to her feet as he fell to his knees and grinned at him. “If I was a complete bitch, that would have been a crotch shot.”

Felix’s eyes widened comically. “Thank you oh kind and benevolent mistress.”

Lily snickered at his dramatics.

“Alec. Jane,” came Caius’s order before she even had a chance to breathe.

“Ass,” she grumbled, fully aware the vampire in question would hear it as she turned to face the twins. Two on one wasn’t exactly fair. Especially as her opponents were vampires. Vampires that had been working together for several hundred years. Time to implement Jasper lesson number two and use her environment to her advantage. Not that there was a lot here to use. But there were two large pillars in the middle of the room and targets set up on one end.

The twins were faster than Demetri and Felix had been and they played off one another strengths. They landed more blows than the others but still no full on hits. That was until Alec got hold of her and launched her into one of the pillars. Certain she was down, he turned to walk away. Jasper’s voice ran through her head again. Never turn your back on your opponent.

Lily launched forward with a smirk and swung her blade once, twice, taking off both Alec’s arms in the process. Okay, so that wasn’t completely necessary but damn it felt good. Jane’s hands fisted at her sides as her face contorted in anger. Caius and Aro yelled, “No!” at the same time Jane screamed, “Pain!” to no effect. Did they really think she wouldn’t have a block up against the girl just in case?

Another three steps brought Lily within sword’s reach and she swung her blade, stopping it just to the side of Jane’s neck. “I understand decapitations are quite painful. Let’s avoid that, shall we?” The guard was furious, but she gave a nod of her head and took a step back.

Demetri and Felix had already started the reattachment process for Alec’s arms. “Alec to the infirmary,” Aro bit out. “Jane go with him. We will discuss your disregard for orders later.”

Lily sat on the floor, trying to catch her breath. As soon as the twins left the room, Felix dropped to one knee in front of her mates. “Masters, I humbly request to be assigned to the Queen’s guard when I am in residence.”

Before she even had time to process that, Demetri knelt next to his friend. “I make the same request, my kings.”

The three rulers exchanged a look before all three turned their attention to her. She raised her brows in question.

“You have the final say on your guard, Liliana,” Aro stated softly.

She blinked at that. “Um…I approve?”

“Request granted. Both of you,” Caius snapped. “You are dismissed.”

The two guards hurried from the room, Demetri sending her a wink on his way out the door. Lily laid back on the mat. “Well, that was fun.” She took a deep breath. “Y’all might want to brace yourselves for a minute.”

“What are you talking—”

Marcus’s question was cut off as Lily dropped the block she’d had on her pain, knowing if she left it on, it would only be that much worse when she did lower it. The dull aches and twinges she’d been feeling to let her know she was injured gave way to the full fury of the pain that should have been there from the beginning. She grunted as the wave swamped her, spiking before evening out. “Ouch.”

“Why did you not tell us you were injured?” Aro demanded as he knelt beside her.

She blinked up at him and swiped some of the blood from her lip before showing it to him. “I am literally bleeding. A vampire threw me into a pillar. Never mind everything else. I kind of thought it was a given without me saying anything.”

“You should not have blocked this from us. We would have stopped the fight,” Marcus said.

Lily lifted her head to look at him. “That was kind of the point.” She caught sight of Caius’s smirk before she let her head drop back to the mat. “Your guard was holding back, but this was a nice diversion. Thank you, Caius.”

“We keep a doctor on call for our human staff. We will have him come at once,” Aro said.

She frowned. “What for?”

There was a beat of silence before Aro broke it. “You are in pain.”

She snorted and let him help her into a sitting position. “I trained with Jasper and Emmett for a good portion of the last ten years. I’m good, trust me. Nothing a hot bath and a couple of days won’t cure. Nothing’s broken. I promise.” They still looked uncertain but she didn’t want to be fussed over. She turned to Aro. “Could you escort me to my room please and I’ll get started on that bath?”

“Of course,” he agreed immediately and helped her to her feet. “Brothers.” And with that he swept her up in his arms, ignoring her protests and carried her from the room.

Marcus POV

His gaze followed Aro and their mate until they were out the door. He was displeased that she had been injured because Caius was trying to prove a point. Speaking of… His volatile brother had been rather quiet once Liliana allowed them to feel her pain. He hadn’t even responded when directly spoken to. And he seemed to be in deep contemplation at the moment.

“You are much more involved with the training than I am. Did they hold back as she said?”

“Of course, they did,” Caius responded immediately. “I chose them for that reason. I knew they would be careful with her without making it too easy.”

“Exactly how much did they hold back?” Marcus asked. He’d had to fight his protective instinct the entire time she was on the mat so he made a poor judge.

Caius frowned. “Demetri and Felix pledged themselves to her. That should tell you all that you need to know.”

Marcus nodded in acknowledgment. He’d thought as much. “She was quite impressive.” He paused before adding, “For a human.” It was a subtle jab at his brother who was still very hung up on Liliana’s humanity.

Caius stood in one swift movement. “She will make an exquisite immortal,” he said before disappearing out the door.

#caius volturi fanfiction #aro volturi fanfiction #marcus volturi fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #caius volturi x ofc #aro volturi x ofc #marcus volturi x ofc #series #her three kings

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Homecoming Part 2: Empirical Evidence (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

synopsis: you don’t really get along with Satoru (but when did you ever?) and that leads you to drawing two hypotheses. But only one with be tested tonight.

word count: 2.1k

trigger warning: NSFW because *smut*!

A/N: We’re back by popular demand with a part 2 of Homecoming! Thank you to @sandyscastle for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it :) (omg we literally just talked and I’m so sorry I forgot it was YOU WHO REQUESTED THIS! Please forgive my brain cell; she works overtime these days lol)

Inspired by “Together” by The xx

Soft lips dance along the outer edge of your earlobe, bringing you out of your dreams and into the sunlit room. “You don’t have to speak,” the man behind you whispers. “I know what you’re going to say.” A dragon-tattoo arm snakes around your waist and presses you closer to the body you’re nestled in, heat radiating off of its large figure. You groan, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep, but your personal - and very human - alarm clock won’t let you rest a second past your wake-up time.

“Please,” you moan, rolling over into Suguru’s chest, hoping this show of affection would keep his incessant fingers roaming around your body and therefore, both of you in bed. But you were sorely mistaken.

“Come on… we have a short day today. Then we can come back and take a long nap, just you and me.” Suguru presses a tender kiss to your forehead and sits up, his long hair shifting over his shoulder. You look up into his onyx eyes - briefly wondering why you spent so much time away from his gaze - and then lift up on your elbow, sighing.

“Fine.” Suguru smiles and kisses your lips, pulling away before you can deepen it and get in a considerable amount of trouble.

“That’s my girl.”

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“Satoru, get me out of this tree right now.”

The blindfolded sorcerer below you laughs childishly, hands on his stomach while you give him the evil eye, albeit, upside down. Was the evil eye even effective if you were upside down?

“Y/n… you- your-'' You thank the heavens you wore pants and not the skirt you originally considered putting on, but it doesn't make you feel any less embarrassed.

“Let me down right now or I’m going to scream,” you warn, but Nobara joins in on Gojo’s laughter, apparently more amused by your predicament. Either Gojo liked putting you into trees, or it just so happened that every time you went flying, a large tree was nearby to catch you. It was becoming an annoying habit that could have easily been avoided if--

“Is this part of training?” A voice grumbles over the exhalations of your peers, and you angle your head to look at Geto, who is striding closer to where you dangled precariously. Yuji and Fushiguro are behind him, trying their best not to explode into laughter themselves. But Suguru is not amused.

“I didn’t do it!” Nobara quickly sobers up, putting her cursed tools away. “I-it was Gojo-sensei!” Gojo is rolling around in the grass and clutching his stomach, and you slide your eyes over to Suguru again. He catches your pleading gaze and shakes his head in disbelief.

“Satoru,” he calls out over the man’s cackles, but Gojo refuses to acknowledge him at all, still wrapped up in a joke that only he understands and enjoys. “Satoru.”

Before you can swivel your head, Suguru has Satoru with his hands behind his back, twisting his right arm painfully.

“Okay, okay!” Satoru whines and you feel hands gently pulling you out of the branches and setting you on the ground.

“There you go,” Yuji announces and you stand up, dusting yourself off. Wordlessly, you trudge past the trainees and back to the dorms, followed closely by Suguru and an apologizing Satoru, but you pay them no mind. It isn’t until you’re in the bathroom, picking out leaves and sticks from your hair, that Suguru speaks.

“Mind telling me what happened?”

“Satoru always does this. He always embarrasses me when I’m trying to teach or guide, and I don’t know why.”

“Y/n…” Geto begins but you cut him off with a withering stare.

“You saw it - back when we were just grade twos - he’s always had it out for me, and I-- But that’s your best friend, so you’d side with h-”

“Hey,” Suguru presses his hands against your shoulders, which are now shaking as you prepare to cry. “You can always talk to me about Satoru. He’s a prick, and I know that. We all know that.” He cups your face in his hands, and pulls you in close for a forehead kiss before swallowing you in a tight hug. “What would make you feel better right now?”

“I don’t know…” you whisper into his chest, and he replies,

“Can I run you a hot bath?” You nod, your forehead rubbing against his cotton tee, and he walks over to the claw-foot tub with you still in his arms. The awkward shuffle is ended when you reach the edge of the porcelain fixture, and he turns the knobs with ease, letting the water run freely. A kiss is planted on your cheek before he untangles himself from you and does what only he knows how to do - which is prepping the bathtub with epsom salts, bubbles, and tossing in a stashed-away bath bomb from your last trip to the mall.

When it lands at the bottom of the tub with a thunk, you know it’s time for you to strip down and sink into the indigo colored water. The water is almost hot enough to be painful, but somehow, Suguru knows how to make everything just right.

“Everything okay?” he asks, sitting on the side of the bathtub with ease, dipping a hand in to test the temperature.

“It’s all perfect,” you whisper, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

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“Remember when they used to braid flowers into your hair?” you wonder, fingers deftly weaving a braid on the left side of his head to match the right braid already completed. You’re sitting on the couch, watching some mindless game show while Suguru sits between your legs on the floor.

“I remember,” he murmurs, taking the finished braid and twirling the end around his fingers. “I also distinctly remember you being much too shy to actually do anything other than pick the little flowers.” You swat at his shoulder playfully, outraged that he would even mention your former shyness.

“Okay, but can you blame me? You always looked like you were about to eat me alive before I really got to know you.”

“Eat you alive?” Suguru turns his head and raises an eyebrow curiously. “Eat you out, more like…” he mutters, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear.

“But you never did. And you never have,” you retort, wrapping the final tie around the left braid. “Besides, I don’t think you’re the kind of guy to even eat a girl out before you’ve--”

“Before I’ve what?” Suguru asks, flipping over and caging you between his arms on the couch. You pause, unsure of how to reply with him hovering over you like a lion above it’s prey, but you find your voice a moment later.

“Before you… you know… get your rocks off.”

“You’re wrong about that, y/n,” he whispers, sliding over and laying you across the length of the couch. “But I don’t know if my word would satisfy you.”

“I’ll take empirical evidence over your word,” you answer, his hand smoothing across your face, which is illuminated by the demi-light of the television.

“Say no more,” Suguru replies, capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your ears block out the sound of the TV. Your eyes instantly close, and all you can feel are his lips and his hands roaming across your skin - just how you like it. Hands dance around the waistband of your leggings, tugging a little before drifting underneath and rolling them down your legs. A finger probes past your underwear, and you feel it seeking, feeling, searching for something more than you had currently. Suguru removes his hand and lifts your leg up, still holding you captive under his lips, and tugs your underwear off, casting them aside without care.

When he breaks the kiss, you moan and his hands push both of your legs up and over his shoulders. It isn’t until he’s practically facing your core that you feel something warm and wet trailing down your thigh and straight there, making your hips jerk as his tongue makes instant contact.

“Su…” Your nickname for him had stuck with you all of these years, and now you were finally using it the way you always wanted to. He hums in response but doesn’t stop eating you out, his tongue eagerly flicking to and fro like he needed a second dinner. Your hand lands on his braided head and he groans a little, quickening his flicks and drags across your flesh like a searing-hot iron. With ease, he slides a thick finger inside of you, curling it and moving his lips to suck on your clit, pulsing his sucks with the timing of his finger-thrusts.

“M-more...” When you look down, his eyes are already focused on your panting expression, and you’re trying hard not to cum from just the sight alone. But Suguru wordlessly encourages you to cum by rolling your clit with his tongue, and you toss our head back, moaning loudly, which accompanies his obscene slurping sounds and hums of pleasure. Your orgasm isn’t too far from reach - you can literally feel him teasing it out of you bit by bit - and all it takes is one good stroke of his finger to make you tip over the edge and into oblivion.

Words, shapes, numbers, thoughts, they all fade into the abyss with you as you lose yourself in the sensation of being absolutely unraveled. When you find your shape again, you curl your fingers back into fists and Suguru removes his face from your core and shucks off his pants and boxers. Before he can climb onto you, he whispers,

“Do you want to do this?”

“Yes, yes!” You grab at his shirt and pull him in closer, lips crashing against each other sloppily as you pull him back down. He strokes his cock one, two, three times, and lines himself up with your entrance, nudging the head against you slightly. Your mouth opens as he sinks into you and sheathes himself with a loud, drawn out groan. You whimper, holding onto the arms placed at your sides as he moves slowly, face hovering centimeters over yours.

“Breathe for me.” He pulls out a little, and you let go of a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. He tucks a kiss between your jaw and earlobe, pushing back into with as much caution as he can muster while his arms are steady beneath him, But his strength is giving way to the absolute need he has to go faster, and you urge him on by clutching your fingers a little tighter onto his arms.

“P-please, Su…” He responds by increasing his pace incrementally, and you let out a stifled moan, trying your best not to be too loud as he fucks you senseless.

“I want to hear you,” Suguru huffs, now moving his hips in a timely and pleasurable pace. “You can be as loud as you want with me.”

That’s all the permission you need.

“Ah! Oh- my- gosh-” Each thrust is accented by the noises you utter, and you find yourself close to the brink yet again, feeling sensations you hadn’t felt in such a long time.

“Let me hear you,” Su urges again, murmuring in your ear and holding you close to his chest. “ I missed hearing that beautiful voice of yours.”

“Feels… so good.” You can barely catch your breath as the thrusts speed up even more, and you feel Suguru tense up a little. “Cum with me, Su,” you plead, and he grunts once, teeth grazing your earlobe. Your arousal sounds like squelches of pleasure while his hips pop against the soft flesh of your ass cheeks, drowning out the sounds of anything else in the room while he drills into you.

“Almost there…” His voice is wavering, you notice, and it sounds like he’s closer than he wants to let on, but you wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back. The arch in your back is supported by one of Suguru’s large hands and you choke out a moan as your legs shake violently underneath him, your orgasm right at it’s crest. “Ohhhhhh, shit…”

In a show of perfect timing, Suguru comes with you, both of you filling the air with exhales of ecstasy. Both of your ejaculate mixes together in your core, filling it with a warm sensation as you come down from your high, holding each other while you catch your breath.

“Are you going to change your little hypothesis, or will I have to show you more evidence?” Suguru finally asks, and you laugh gently.

“I think I need a few more trials before I can amend my hypothesis.” He sits up a little, eyeing you mischievously through his lashes.

“Then, let’s get to it, Ms. Scientist.”

#geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen

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batnations · 2 years

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Emma Fox-Abboud [My OC]

Face Claim [FC]: N/A

Name: Emma Elizabeth Fox Todd

Race: Lebanese with Latin Descent

Nicknames: Em, Liz, Beth, Liza, Foxy [by Jason], My Goddess [by Jason], Moonlight [by Jason], Deadly Em/ma [by friends and family], Magic [by Dick], KitKat [by Lydia / @soepicsokim’s oc]

Relatives: Maria Abboud [mother]: deceased, Hades [father], James Gordon [adoptive father], Barbara Gordon [adoptive sister], Nyx [grandmother]

Birthday: February 18, 2004

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Height: 5′11

Fandoms: DC

Features: Black, loose curly hair, Bright green eyes, red medium sized lips, peach skin tone, and curvy body type with muscles that aren’t too defined

Species: Demi-Goddess [later on becomes a full on Goddess]

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Emma is a selfless person and she would do anything to protect the people she loves and cares for. She is also kind, gentle and warm but at the same time can be a bit sarcastic or sassy as well, however she never means it to hurt anyone when she does. She is thinking introverted, and mostly keeps to herself but she absolutely loves to socialize with her family and those close to her. When she is going through tough times, she hates going through it alone so she’s glad Jason is always there because she knows she wouldn’t be able to do it on her own. She tends to lean more towards her emotions and feelings rather than her logic when in dire situations that risk the safety of the people she loves. She’s also very resilient and will never back down when she knows something must be done or changed to ensure the safety of others. She is also very hard on herself, usually doubting her skills or abilities and also always tends to blame herself when something goes wrong.

Random Facts: Has PTSD after Jason’s death so loud noises or things that resemble explosions can trigger her, Her biggest fear is of losing her loved ones and being left all alone, her MBTI type is ISFJ-T, bears a gunshot wound on her left shoulder that she received from Jason before either of them discovered their identities as Red Hood and Wraith, has a silver crescent moon necklace engraved with her initials E.E.F on the back gifted to her by Jason on her birthday, her favorite color is black, her favorite animal is a fox, she is a cat person but still loves dogs too, she is very academic and loves to learn, very passionate about specific topics (when they’re serious kinds)

S/O [Significant Other]: Jason Todd

Superhero/ Vigilante Name: Bone Reaper (when she’s 13-15 and was a vigilante), Wraith (17- ongoing, now is an anti-hero) [she changed her alias when Jason died but she took a break for a year and a half before she went back to crime fighting]

Costume Appearance: [Bone Reaper] Black tight costume with the sign of Hades/Pluto displayed in a light color on her chest, black domino mask, She wears black lipstick, a Scythe made of bones, (i don’t know how to explain this detail but like bones kinda encase her like armor so yeah)

[Wraith] Kinda like a black tight suit and she wears a binder for her chest underneath, has a cloak with a hood that she wears all the time, a mask that covers the bottom half of her face (still thinking of the design or making it simple), the suit has three red slashes on it on her chest, utility belt, sheaths for her customized knives that had bones as the handle and W engraved on the blades.

(the costumes are still a work in progress)

Abilities [Powers attained by Hades/Pluto and Nyx]: Raise the dead, Darkness Healing, Shadow Mimicry, Shadow Camouflage, Dark Shield Construction, Can hear, see, and feel ghosts and the dead, Can use the Mist [meaning she can change how something/people’s appearances], Resurrect the Dead, Sense death and dead things, Can control the dead, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Shadow Traveling, See glimpses of the future in her dreams or in visions [A Demi-god thing], Mastered all the Martial Arts and learned detective skills and other kinds from Bruce.

Career: A journalist in Gotham Gazette

#emma elizabeth fox #emmaelizabethfox #dc #oc #dc oc #dc comics #dc comics oc #original character #originalcharacter #demi-goddess #goddess #bone reaper #wraith #super hero #anti-hero #vigilante #batfamily #batfam

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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Home: chapter one

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also some for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is the first proper fic I have written in so so so long and i’m legit nervous to post it so pls be nice, plus feedback is always appreciated. there are more parts to come, I’m not sure how many yet but i’m going to try post regularly! message me if you wanna be tagged and i’m gonna try figure out how to make a masterlist :)

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The view from your window was beautiful yet haunting. Your eyes roamed over countless wildflowers, yet your stare would linger on a poppy or a Red Admiral butterfly and you were back there. You were tied down and crying, body and brain equally numb until another searing lash stripped your back of flesh, white-hot pain rushing through your body and forcing an involuntary cry to tear from your lips.

You quickly stood, wiping your hands down your skirt in an attempt to quell the memories surfacing, the ones you had desperately tried to supress since you had fallen. You quickly moved, all but running to the bathroom, needing to do something, anything, so long as it got you out of your head. You stopped when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, looking exactly as you felt. The dark circles under your eyes from nights spent with hot tears flowing freely down your cheeks and into your hair and ears made you look ghostly, paired with the dull tone your skin had taken on, losing its natural glow. You looked as empty as you felt, a shell of the person you once were.

Tears welled in your eyes, but you quickly moved away, instead walking to the kitchen, the nausea from not eating overcoming you, yet the thought of eating just made you more nauseous. You found an apple at the bottom of a practically empty fridge and cleaned it softly, then used a blade to cut it into four, forcing it down, repeating the benefits it gave your body as you went, the basic information you had learned in your high school biology class, using the information to push through the sick feeling residing in your stomach, and instead focusing on the energy you desperately needed.

Your gaze drifted to the ajar door that led to your expansive garden, the cottage you lived in itself was small, but your garden was your pride and joy, your power sifting through all the plants in it, bringing them to life in ways of indescribable beauty, nearby animals coming to exist in harmony, safe under the care of their protector. But recently the usual vibrancy of the garden was dimming, the grass turning yellow and the plants wilting. There were no deer napping under bushes and barely any birds taking full advantage of the seed you laid out for them. You pushed past the door and into the garden, the plants brightening as you trailed your hands over their leaves. You found your favourite spot to sit in and dragged your fingers through the grass, smiling despite yourself as it visibly perked up, turning greener instantly. Your gaze trailed to a ruby throated hummingbird that had landed on the special feeder you left out for them, your breath hitching at the red colour, mind instantly returning to the dark, unable to tear your eyes away from the innocent bird.

The first thing you remember seeing was red, red water flowing like blood, red rocks beneath your bent knees, and your skin tinted red from dried blood seeping out of the wounds the chains around your wrists had inflicted on you. You sought to remember where you were, your mind drifting back to how you clung to Annabeth, your stomach aching from what must have been a broken rib, even as she was roughly pulled backwards, even as Percy desperately grabbed her, falling over the edge too, not quite reaching Nico’s shaking hand as he desperately tried to save you. You remembered been torn from their grip during the fall, a Fury hoping for a demi-god it could pick apart, you remember Annabeth screaming they would save you. But you don’t remember landing here, and you don’t remember the chains being attached to your wrists and ankles, or your shirt being removed, a choice you decided couldn’t mean anything good. However, you knew you would never forget the dark chuckle you heard behind you. Or the colour red.

Azriel didn’t know where he was. He knew he wasn’t in his world at least, but that was as far as his knowledge went. He was simply tired after a long mission far away from Velaris and his family and had tried to travel through the shadows to his home. Yet here he was, farther away from home than he had ever been and absolutely exhausted. He stepped out of his shadows and had to blink as the tallest buildings he had ever seen came into view. He absentmindedly took a step forward, then another until he was roughly shoved into, a man with a thick accent he couldn’t place swearing at him. His head whipping around as he got his bearings and moved to follow the direction more people than he could believe were walking until the crowd thinned out.

With less people present he slowed his pace, hands drifting to his pockets when civilians stared, old insecurities that never really left him rising to the surface, and instead took the time to admire the strange world he was in. the fashion in this new world was vastly different to his own, groups of girls congregating in tiny shorts and tight tops, next to groups in which there were girls in all black and boys in skirts. There were men and women dressed sharply talking quickly to no-one in particular, with hands pressed to their ears, there were people in rags begging for money and there were people dressed in ways he couldn’t even fathom to understand. By the time he reached the end of the street he was sure he had seen everything, and walked onto a more recognisable street, one with smaller buildings, unlike the magnificent glass structures, made from stone and wood and with friendlier faces behind stalls filled with food he recognized along with food he had never seen before.

He made his way through the market, losing track of time, the initial anxiety he felt seeping away, if he got here, he could easily return home, right? Instead, he chose to focus on the culture of this new world, determined to tell his family of the wonder he had uncovered, faintly hearing different languages from people’s conversation, and music coming from the open window of what he presumed was a coffee shop. He distantly wondered if they could see his wings, as no-one eyes lingered the way he had grown used to, in fact it seemed they couldn’t look at them, he presumed humans in this world simply had a natural glamour preventing them from seeing fae, that being said however, no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t spot another fae.

Eventually he reached the end of the street and decided he should return home now in order to stop his family from worrying, searching for a shadowed alley so as to not draw to much unwanted attention to himself. He walked to an alley that he decided would do the trick, excited to share this adventure with his family, but stopped short when he came face to face with a girl in a short skirt with incredibly pale skin and fire-like hair leaning over a passed-out man, sucking blood from his neck. She looked up when he approached and he saw that her hair was not just fire-like but literally fire, and her eyes were glowing red, and angry. More alike her then came out of the shadows, he quickly counted six, sighing as he pulled Truth-teller out of its sheath.

Shit. I am not in the mood for this.

You strolled through your favourite farmers market in NYC, the colours that filled the stalls always bringing some cheer back into your life, along with the thought of home-made meals and your practically overflowing basket, filled with fruit, vegetables, bread, and other necessities, but not meat, not since the animals started speaking to you when you first arrived at camp, and nothing red, you still couldn’t face that.

You made a quick stop at your favourite coffee place, opting to get your drink to go, only making polite conversation when you had to, and smiling through any other interaction. You were soon ready to leave, basket and dusty blue corduroy jacket slung over one arm, cup in that hand and your phone that the Hephaestus cabin had adapted in the other, when you heard pained grunts and the cackle of a monster you wished you could just forget already from a nearby alley.

You gave a pained sigh, looking longingly at your coffee before chugging it and throwing the cup in a nearby bin, making your way over to the alley. When you got there, you saw an unnaturally dark alley filled with a gaggle of Empousa surrounding a tall, winged man who was fighting incredibly well but clearly hadn’t gotten the celestial bronze memo, as his blade was defective.

“Long time no see ladies” you said, smirking at the growls that tore from the back of their throats as they tore around to stare at you, recognition in their horrifyingly red eyes. “What no hugs, no happy reunions?”

“You.” The middle one snarled, lunging forward, only to be cut down by the thick, green vine you had grown, intertwined with strands of celestial bronze you kept wrapped around your wrists disguised as thin, looping bracelets, and exploding into dust which you nonchalantly wiped from your shoulder.

“Whose next,” you laughed as three of them leaped at you, two staying behind and keeping the winged man, who had taken to staring at you with an unreadable expression, occupied. You destroyed them quickly enough to see the man falter as one of the Empousa force their talon like nails into his side, twisting it and pulling it out. You rolled your eyes, moving to pick up his slack, wrapping the vine around its neck and pulling until it exploded into the fine dust. The man was on the floor now, clutching his side, as you stalked forward to the final monster.

“You know I really just wanted a chill day,” you complained,

“I remember you,” it hissed, smiling at you with razor sharp teeth.

You fought a shudder and forced the memories down, “I’m glad I made an impression.”

“They want you back you know, we never got to finish playing.”

You snarled and went to move, but it was too fast, and you realised your mistake in waiting too long as it released a piercing cry that must have notified monsters from miles away, “shit,” you muttered under your breath, killing it quickly and moving to the winged man’s side.

“Hey, any chance those wings are good at flying,” you asked, “cause we’re about to be swarmed and I really just wanna get home.” You put his arm over your shoulders and dragged him up, grunting under his weight.

“I-it, poison.” Was all he said, fully leaning on you.

“Shit, okay um,” you racked your brain for an idea, furrowing your brows when you saw monsters start coming around the corner, eyeing you like their favourite toy. The man looked up from beneath his thick, dark hair before cursing and tightening his grip on your shoulder.

“Just hold on,” he said,

“What? Wait no!” you shouted, clinging to his arm as suddenly you were engulfed in darkness, only to suddenly be blinded by bright, hot light, forcing your eyes closed.

When you opened them again, you were on a sandy beach facing an impossibly blue ocean. Your mouth fell open and you turned to ask the man some questions, (or yell at him you were yet to decide) just in time to watch him collapse, falling onto the sand with a soft thud, red blood steadily flowing out of his side, the blood draining from your face at the sight.

Shit.

You stared down at the man in disbelief for at least two minutes. He can shadow-travel. Is he a son of Hades? Gods know I don’t need another step sibling. Also, where the fuck am I? Why a beach? Is it LA? I might marry him if it’s LA. A million thoughts raced through your head as you stared at him, guessing that the unnatural darkness you saw before must have come from the shadows you could now see were surrounding him, protecting him from the light and, when you moved closer, you. From what you could see, he was handsome, if not slightly dead looking, thick, dark hair and a lean, muscular build. Wait dead looking? You cursed jumping into action, checking his pulse, relieved when you found it, before moving to his side using the knife you kept tucked into your boot to hack through the leathers he was wearing in order to reveal the gash.

It wasn’t wide but seemed deep as it was gushing dark red blood, you blanched and screwed your eyes shut at the sight, fighting the memories of your own dark red blood. You opened your eyes purposefully not looking at the cut as you used his torn leathers to put pressure on the cut and start dragging him up the beach to an area you could grow the thin vines you would need as makeshift stitches.

Azriel woke to an extreme discomfort in his side, in a place he didn’t recognise. He pushed up into a sitting position, wincing at the reminder of his wound, and looked around, finding himself shirtless, surrounded by trees on a sandy floor. A girl was sitting cross-legged, staring- no- glaring at him and he felt himself return a confused expression, vaguely remembering her as the girl that had killed the monsters that he could have sworn were completely invulnerable.

“What are you?” She asked suddenly, her bluntness taking him by surprise, but before he could answer she continued, “I mean I’m presuming you’re some sort of child of Hades, given you shadow travelled, but I don’t understand what else, cause you’re defo not part human?”

“Hades?” he asked, frowning at the words he didn’t understand.

“Yeah?” she asked slowly, raising her eyebrows at him as if it was something obvious.

He scoffed, “I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“Oh, is that so? No thank you or anything? I mean it’s not like I saved your life and I mean least of all I would expect an apology.” She was rambling as she stared at him in disbelief.

“An apology?”

“Yeah, for getting me stuck here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Fuck if I know,” she threw her hands up in exasperation, “I thought you know, I’ve done enough, I’ll let him find a cure for that poison on his own, I just wanna go home, so I decided lets get my bearings. I’ll find a high place and work out where I am, only to climb to the top of a fucking mountain and realise you got us stuck on a fucking Island!”

He slowly stood, bracing himself on a tree, as she remained sat, levelling him with an unimpressed stare. He shook his head, not needing to babysit this girl, and instead shot up from the ground, flying above the island to see she was in fact correct, there didn’t seem to be land for miles.

Suddenly, a sharp shooting pain went up his right side and he lost control of his balance for a second, all but plummeting to the ground.

“Yeah you shockingly haven’t healed completely yet,” the girl said moving to his side and pushing away his maimed hands from his wound, barely even glancing at the scars, “I have some ideas as to what will cure the poison, but if you want to fly away and leave me to die here, be my guest,” every word was dripping with sarcasm and he fought back a growl at her as she inspected his wound, were he saw he had torn the peculiar, green stitches.

He watched her carefully, not fully trusting her, as she inspected his stitches, furrowing his eyebrows when she significantly paled at the sight of his blood. “What scared of a little blood,” he instantly regretted the biting words when she snarled at him and put more pressure on the wound than was necessary, feeling slightly guilty given she had saved his life, but her attitude was infuriating, and he just wanted a hot bath and food.

“Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to stitch you back up, and then we’re gonna find a lake or some source of fresh water, you’re going to heal extremely quickly so you can take us back home and you’re not going to give me anymore shit? Kapeesh?” The stare she gave him could’ve rivalled his own in terms of intimidation, but instead of challenging her he just nodded, setting his jaw.

“Good. Now, nice to meet you, I’m (y/n),” she said reaching out a hand,

“Azriel.” Was all he said, meeting her small, soft hands in his rough, scarred ones, the difference in texture astounding him, still not entirely used to touch, and ignored the tightness in his chest when she offered him a cocky smirk.

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