#every time she was in trouble someone would have to come to her aid

[rkishibes]

NO CAUSE VICTOR HAS CHANGED SO MUCH OVER THESE PAST YEARS I–

I just read this year's birthday date and I can't put into words how proud I am of him. Cause, comparing to his initial tsundere persona, he is so open with his love now and I love to see it cause that means he is getting more and more confident in the fact that the MC loves him just as much as he loves them.

#also the MC has changed a lot too #i remember playing in 2019 and getting really frustated with the game #cause she was plainly dumb #every time she was in trouble someone would have to come to her aid #like ???? #girl you're 22 get yourself together #anyways i love them your honor #they're soulmates #victor mlqc #li zeyan #mlqc mc #love and producer

[a-boca-do-inferno]

carpe diem (erik lehnsherr x reader)

summary: There is just no escaping Erik Lehnsherr, is there?

warnings: angst, fluff

words: 1.0k

She had no idea what she was doing here, with a fist up ready to knock on his—alleged—door. She wasn’t proud to admit it, but he was still the only one who she could always count on, despite their differences and inevitable fallout. It seemed pathetic, masochist even, how every trouble she encountered herself into eventually forced her to come running for his aid. 

It had been months since the last time she saw Erik Lehnsherr, especially after he secluded himself in some hole, pretending to be retired. (y/n) knew him better than that, of course, and she obviously didn’t believe that crap for a second. At the first sign of danger to his mutants, he would go back to being Magneto without a second thought. And that was his biggest blessing, as much as it was a curse. She often told him that.  

Maybe it was the main reason why they didn’t work out. He needed someone able to put up with his cause, to be passionate about it like he was. But for better or for worse, she couldn’t do that. At the end of the day, she was as human as they come, and Erik’s rage for her species stood out above any feeling he might’ve held for her many a time. They just weren’t right for each other, and she’d accepted it—that is, until she saw his face again, glancing at her in astonishment even through his usual stern demeanour. 

“(y/n)”, Erik states, with no particular intonation.  

“Hi, Erik”, she tries to smile, but fails, nonetheless. Suddenly all the hurt and all the anger made way to her chest again, and her lips just couldn’t take the faking. Not that time. “I’m here to ask for your help.” 

“Are you alright? What happened?”, he sounds concerned, and he should be, since the world was now too dangerous even for humans.  

She cleared her throat, closing her fist. “I have a friend who... She was captured. She is a mutant too.” 

“Where is she?” 

“I don’t know, that’s why I came here”, she sighed, hugging her own body. “I can’t find her on my own, and well, you are the person to come to for these things. Or so people tell me.” 

“Mm”, he mumbles, and his blue eyes seem to avoid hers at all costs. “I will find her, don’t worry”, Erik adds, with a hint of reassurance to his tone, almost as if he himself couldn’t hold that pose for long.  

They stare at each other for a millisecond before she sighs again. (y/n) wants to kiss him, walk up to him confidently like she always did when they were together, take him into her arms and feel his touch, his breath, his love. Oh, how she missed him. She had lied to herself all this time, masking despair with rage, putting into her head they were past any possibility of reconciliation, only for it all to collapse now, at the first sight of his bright eyes. 

Suddenly, there were no mutants or humans anymore, simply two bodies struggling to stay away from each other. Truly, like a magnet. And as if reading her thoughts, Erik uses his powers to pull her by the buckle of her belt slightly, in a silent invitation. As ever, he read her face like a book. Sharp inhales, restless eyes, hairs on end; they all told him everything he needed to know. She was still his, and he was still hers. He nudges her forward again, a little less subtle this time, and her cheeks blush helplessly as the space between them gradually shortens.  

“Don’t be shy, Liebling”, there is the glimpse of a tease in his tone, however serious his expression may still be. Erik looks down on (y/n) with a tiny smile, a bit of cockiness too, and she can’t help but roll her eyes amusingly. He inquires, drawing her closer. “What?” 

“Stop that”, she murmurs weakly, as his grip on her belt keeps pulling her to him. He responds by drawing her even nearer and pressing their bodies together at once, which makes a soft sound leave her lips, resemblant to a gasp. “Erik”, she breathes out, appalled and pleased by his boldness at the same time.  

“Yes?”, Erik purrs, gripping at her sides softly.  

He wants to kiss her, it’s clear, but he was never known for being a man who couldn’t control his urges, so he continues to stare, waiting for a response. His long fingers rub her hips in a slow, intimate, familiar movement. (y/n) shuts her eyes at his touch, laying her head on his chest, almost giving in. She was never a fighter when it came to Erik, anyway. And she knew she was losing this battle.  

“You know we shouldn’t”, (y/n) whispers against the fabric of his shirt, and she can feel the vibration on his chest as a gravelly laugh reaches her ears.  

“Yet we already are, my love.” 

And just like that, any time spent apart was gone. (y/n) kissed him at last and he kissed her back eagerly, pushing her to the nearest wall he could find. The kiss is desperate, full of passion and but a tad of anger as their hands move somewhat frantically, not knowing exactly what to grab first. There is pause when they break away only to go deeper into each other’s mouths, his pale palms flying to her soft hair, pulling it lightly. (y/n) moans in his lips, melting completely, shamelessly, because no matter how much she tried; there was simply no escaping Erik Lehnsherr.  

“Baby”, her words are a sweet whisper, and his ever somber features light up instantly at this. 

“I missed you greatly, my dear”, he whispers back, entirely taken by his own emotion, still holding her waist.  

“So did I, Erik”, (y/n) smiled, staring at him with all the love she repressed before. They shouldn’t be doing that, not again, not after everything, but it was difficult to be rational when flowers seemed to grow in her chest whenever he looked at her. “So did I.” 

Erik brought (y/n) into another kiss, this time deeper and gentler, cupping her face. Nothing mattered anymore, not when she felt like this in his arms. It was the rightest thing to ever be wrong. And so, she let herself fall victim to Erik Lehnsherr’s magnetic powers once again, nothing in her even remotely hinting at regret for doing so. Perhaps later she could worry about everything else.  

For now, his lips were enough. 

#erik lehnsherr x reader #x-men fanfiction #magneto x reader #marvel imagine #michael fassbender #erik lehnsherr imagine #michael fassbender x reader #michael fassbender imagine #x-men x reader #x-men imagine #erik lehnsherr oneshot #erik lehnsherr #magneto

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter One|

Warning: Angst, No Comfort

Y/n was a young woman, destined to work close with the higher ups of Heaven, due to the gift she was given. God chose her to be the angel who would prophesy the future.

The symbol of a bright shining star on her forehead acted as a third eye. It would be what aids her as she looks into the future. And for the longest time, the future seemed bright.

Although, the future was not just one straight line. There were many pathways that could be opened by the smallest of acts.

But from how well everything was managed in Heaven, the best future possible, seemed as if the only real future ahead.

No worries, no danger, nothing to disrupt the heavenly balance. Yes, it was all smooth sailing ahead.

Y/n loved her job, and found great joy in telling others of the wonderful future that lies ahead for everyone. However, there would come a day, where the future was changed for the worst.

And it all started with one man...

Lucifer was one of God's favorite angels. He was bright, creative, brilliant. Though, he was a bit of a trouble maker, and would often drag his brothers into joining his mischievous acts.

Well, perhaps mischief wasn't the best way to describe it. Curiosity, was a better way of putting it. But even then, that curiosity would lead him to trouble.

It was a good thing God was so forgiving of Lucifer.

Even Y/n couldn't stay mad at him whenever he got her involved, asking her to use her future vision to see how his actions would effect something or someone.

And every time she'd say-

"My power is not to be abused, Lucifer."

As disappointed as he always was whenever she refused to indulge him, he'd never force her to do something she didn't want to. But boy, was he persistent.

Eventually, his curiosity rubbed off on Y/n. And she took a small peak into Lucifer's future. As she suspected, Lucifer would live happily and sharing his creativity with all of Heaven to enjoy.

Yes. Another wonderful future for all.

But then, another path was opened to her eyes. What she saw, concerned her.

Heaven was in chaos, and Lucifer was at the center of it all.

Y/n didn't dare look any further than that. And she would not say a word about this to Lucifer either. She had a feeling it would have negatively affected him.

However, she couldn't keep this to herself. She needed to tell God about the future she saw. It was the first time she had ever seen Heaven so...frazzled.

As if something terrible were about to happen.

The suspense of not knowing ate at her. If she were to tell God of such a future, she would need to know exactly why and how it would happen. And so, she looked again.

There Lucifer was again. He looked so angry, but so sad at the same time. And there was someone else with him. A tall and beautiful woman with long blonde hair. Lucifer held an arm out protectively in front of her as he yelled something.

He looked injured. Blood stained his beautiful face, as well as his robes. Even his wings were damaged.

Ahead of Lucifer was Michael. Sword in hand, the blade pointing towards Lucifer. He looked a bit roughed up as well. Had they been fighting? Why would they ever fight?

Chains were thrown around Lucifer and the woman he was with, and then, there was a vision of Lucifer and that same woman inside of Heaven's courtroom. Words were being yelled back and forth from Lucifer and the head Seraphim, Sera.

But Joel would have the final word.

There was a look of panic on Lucifer's face. The chains that bind him disappeared and the ground beneath them gave in. With quick thinking, Lucifer held onto that woman tightly, shielding her with his wings.

And just like that, the both fell.

Y/n gasped sharply as the vision faded.

"Lucifer...Lucifer falls from Heaven."

Y/n kept that terrible vision to herself for many years to come. The only reason she refused to tell anyone, is because she couldn't see any possible reason for Lucifer to fall from Heaven.

Lucifer would never do anything to put Heaven at risk, let alone cause for Michael to draw his sword at him.

There was no way Lucifer would do such a thing.

Y/n gazed out, watching Lucifer from a far. He was speaking to God, looking as carefree as usual. It was then he noticed her, he waved his hand. Y/n smiled weakly and waves back.

Lucifer excused himself from God and made his way over to her. "Hey Y/n, I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Oh? About what?" She asks curiously. Lucifer looks around before taking Y/n's hand and leading her away somewhere more private. Once Lucifer was sure they were alone, he excitedly shared the news to her.

"So, we all know that Heaven is great and will continue to be great for like, the rest of forever, right? But what if it could be even better?" Y/n looks a little confused. "What do you mean?" She asks.

"I've been thinking of some ideas to really give Heaven some...sparkle!" Lucifer says with jazz hands. "I wanted you to be the first to hear about it before I bring it up at the meeting first thing tomorrow morning."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. Whatever he had planned, he sure seemed passionate about it. And so, Y/n listen to him explain his ideas.

Everything he spoke about all sounded so wonderful, magnificent even. And just the way he talked about it, Y/n could see his eyes light up with every word that left him. Passionate didn't even begin to describe it. These weren't just ideas.

These were his dreams.

"I really have a feeling this will change Heaven forever! What do you think?" Asked Lucifer after he finished.

"Lucifer, I think you should do it. Clearly this is something you really want, and I can tell it means a lot to you. I wish you luck." Y/n tells him. Lucifer smiles brightly before hugging her tight.

"Thank you, Y/n!"

"Of course, Lucifer. I can't wait to hear what they have to say."

The two parted, and Lucifer suddenly had a mischievous look on his face. "You know, you could always tell me what they'll say."

"Lucifer." Y/n says sternly.

Lucifer sighs dramatically. "I know, I know. But I just can't wait!" Y/n giggles. "Well, just try and wait a little longer. They're going to love it."

"I sure hope so." Said Lucifer with a small smile.

Curiosity could be a very dangerous thing indeed. The vision Y/n had to Lucifer's future, or at least one of them, should have been enough to keep her from looking too long of what fate has to offer. And yet, something compelled her to look again.

The once bright future ahead, had changed.

It wasn't another pathway, but the one that was most guaranteed.

And it was horrible...

Lucifer will fall from Heaven, but not before he shares his ideas with the angels. Not before he meets with Lilith, and the two create sin and unleash it onto the world that the angels worked so hard to protect.

Y/n could not allow this future come to pass. She could not allow Lucifer to be casted into eternal damnation. Not if there was something she could do about it.

She knew had to warn Lucifer. But telling him of the future she saw might have crushed him and his dreams. And she didn't want to be the reason he stopped dreaming.

But nonetheless, she still had to do something to stop that future from occurring.

Y/n caught Lucifer the morning he was to call for that meeting.

"Lucifer, may I have a word with you?" She asks. Lucifer smiles. "Sure, but be quick, I have to get going soon."

Y/n tried to appear as calm as she could. "I know you're very excited about this meeting, Lucifer."

"I'm more than excited!" Lucifer says cheerfully. "If I can convince everyone to get on board with my plan, Heaven and Earth as we know it will change forever!"

Y/n winces. "That's what I wanted to talk you about." Lucifer looked confused, but listened anyway. "You know how the Seraphims can be. They're so...strict, you know?"

Lucifer sighs. "Yeah, talk about a bunch of sticks in the mud." He smirks. Y/n laughs awkwardly. "Yes well...Maybe you should cancel this meeting. Or! A-At least, postpone it?"

Lucifer only grows more confused by this, but he shrugs with a carefree grin. "Y/n, trust me. I can get on their good sides. You know how charming and loveable I am. There's nothing to worry about." He says before starting off.

Panic started to rise in Y/n. This wasn't good. Lucifer could not go to that meeting. If he does, Heaven will soon be thrown into total chaos.

"I'll let you know how it goes, ok?" Lucifer unfolds his wings to take flight.

Y/n grabs his wrist, stopping him. "You can't!"

Lucifer gives her a bewildered look. "Y/n?"

"You can't go to that meeting Lucifer!"

Lucifer furrows his brows. "Why have you had a sudden change of heart? Yesterday you were just as excited for this as I was. I thought you liked my ideas."

"I-I do! It's just..." Y/n trailed off, unable to think of anything to say. "Y/n." Y/n looked at Lucifer, his expression now one of concern. "Did you see something? Does something go wrong?"

"Lucifer...You just can't go." Y/n says weakly. "They won't understand. I just...I just don't want you to be hurt by what they might say."

Lucifer took Y/n's hand. "Was that really what you saw? They won't listen?" He asks. Y/n nods her head, tears in her eyes. She hated this. She hated having to be the one that tells him this.

But it had to be said. Lucifer might have been hurt by this, but at least he'd still be here in Heaven.

"Then...It looks like I'll have to change their minds!"

Y/n's heart sank. "You're still going? Why? I just told you they-"

"I know. But Y/n, I can't let this opportunity pass. I believe in my dream, I know it can work. I'll just have to really knock their socks off! And make a outstanding impression!" Lucifer says determinedly.

"Lucifer..."

"It'll work, trust me. Those Seraphims won't know what hit them!"

"Lucifer."

"You can even come with me! They're bound to listen if I have someone else who believes in me!"

"Lucifer I can't!" Y/n says firmly. "I saw the future that lies ahead, I know what the outcome will be! It's certain that they will not listen to you! It doesn't matter what you say or do, it won't work Lucifer!"

Lucifer was slightly taken back by your words. Y/n's heart snapped in two at the look on his face. One of sadness, betrayal...

It had to be said.

"I'm sorry Lucifer." Y/n sighs. "Please, please don't go. Just-"

"No."

"Lucifer!"

"I'm going to that meeting, Y/n. I'm going to tell them what I have planned. Because I believe in my dream. I just thought you would too..." Lucifer lets go of her hand before taking flight.

"Lucifer! Wait!" Y/n called after him. Lucifer ignored her as he grew further and further out of sight. "Lucifer!" Tears began to drip down her cheeks.

Y/n had failed to change that horrible future. Lucifer would fall from Heaven, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"I'm sorry..."

#hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer magne x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer #lucifer morningstar

[cultofdixon]

Sharing is caring

Daryl Dixon x Reader x Rosita Espinosa • She/Her Pronouns • They’re best friends…and you are theirs. • NSFW - Oral (F Receiving) / Hickeys / Biting / Face Riding / Missionary / Grinding / Fingering • TW: Canon Violence Mentioned / Injuries / Scars

Requested by: Anon

It was nice…

No longer having to worry about Negan and the Saviors. The group along with the many communities they’ve become close with through the troubling times can finally thrive and work together. To make everyone feel safe…

Daryl couldn’t help the smile that would grace his face as he finally felt a moment’s peace. Especially with the help of his human ray of sunshine. She was perfect. Didn’t push him to his breaking point, but still never left when they both knew deep down he needed her. She’d always patch him up after their more hairy runs with walkers. Lay with him and listen to every word that comes out of him with this loving and invested gaze that draws him in. She’ll look at him the same even when no words leaves his lips. She made him feel so cared for during all the chaos, even before and after. She was there.

His sunshine was perfect

But he wasn’t the only one to have a special someone.

Rosita has her querida, her love. She never thought she could love anyone after Abraham or as much as she did before he ruined it. Then came this woman that has been in her life for some time and shook her. Showing her that she can love with reasonable hesitation and that she would never hurt her the way the past did. Her smile always brightened the room and she knew just the right words to get a laugh out of her. The way she held Rosita close at night, running her fingers through her hair calming every nerve from the day just by protectively holding her close.

Her querida was everything.

….

But everyone knew their partners as Y/F/N Y/L/N. A literal human ray of sunshine and always knowing the right words to say to anybody. She is the most optimistic person you’ll ever meet, and the realist. Even happy people have bad days and she’s not afraid to express how she’s feeling.

Everyone knew Daryl, Y/N, and Rosita were this unspoken trio that went on runs together and got shit done faster since they work the best together. Little did everyone else know that Y/N was seeing the both of them, romantically.

It wasn’t kept from either of them. No offense to the archer and the warrior but they can be jealous of things important to them. While Y/N was more of “who could only love one person” type without all the mess that can be a misconception or fact for some people of said type.

When they had gotten used to it, Daryl had said out loud once during their run that if he had to share Y/N with, he wouldn’t want anybody else other than Rosita. And she couldn’t agree more. They each have their boundaries and all live in the same house at Alexandria, with their own rooms. Some nights Y/N will be with Rosita, other nights with Daryl, and sometimes she’s by herself. There will always be time for alone time. Again, no one really knows even if Y/N is an open affectionate person while Daryl is not and Rosita prefers privacy…but if someone had to bring it up, it wouldn’t be addressed with hostility.

Love whoever the fuck you want (within reason of course)

Packing has always been stressful. The old world made it a hundred times worse but in the apocalypse, one has to make sure they’ve got everything. Flashlight, knife, first aid, canteen…depends on the trip one would go on. In this case, Y/N was packing to head over to the Sanctuary and at a very late hour so that she’d have the morning with Daryl before she helps around then ultimately head back to Alexandria.

“Hey, mi amor” Rosita smiles leaning against the door frame as Y/N shot her a smile while she finished up. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you over there? I don’t mind one bit”

“I know you don’t. But you promised Rick you’d join him on the early run tomorrow morning. You need your sleep”

“Always so worried about lil ol me” Rosita laughs bringing herself into the room, wrapping her arms around her waist bringing her close. “I just want you to take the truck and not your bike. You’re not the smoothest biker”

Y/N tried to contain her laugh to an insult directed toward her as she turned around to hold her girl close.

“I’ll be safe. And if I eat shit, we both know Daryl will find me in minutes”

“I sure hope so or I’m going to have to kick his ass” Rosita smirks as the look on her face told Y/N for sure that she wasn’t lying. She will kill the man if shit happens.

With a quick kiss from her querida, Rosita let her finally leave before the light in the sky completely went out. Y/N started up her bike with her pack on her back as she had a helmet to ease both their anxieties. She gave her a quick sign of ‘I love you’ before heading through the gates once Eugene opened them for her.

The ride to the Sanctuary felt faster now compared to times before. Probably because they had to take the longer route to go unnoticed. Now it’s slowly becoming a community with Daryl’s help, which was a whole can of worms when he first told Y/N about it. The man would do anything for his brother, even risk his PTSD.

Daryl heard the knock on his door while he was drawing out farming plans for the Sanctuary. He waited a moment until he heard the familiar rhythmic knock that was a code for the two when they used to sneak around during the time they lived under the Grimes’s roof. He got up from his seat and went to open the door, instantly smiling to find his partner as she returned with her radiant smile.

“Hey sunshine” He continued to bear his smile letting Y/N in and closing the door behind her when his smile faded noticing the bit of a limp. “Did yea take another spill?”

“What? No!” Y/N lied setting her helmet down on the counter of the kitchenette along with her pack.

“Then why are yea wearing fresh pants?” Daryl crosses his arms leaning against the door waiting for her to admit it herself as all he received was a scoff to begin with.

She next went into her pack pulling out the torn jeans as she didn’t see the pothole on the way in and only ended up with road rash. Thankfully. Daryl helped her out of the pants she was wearing to cover up the fact as he went slow to avoid the open wound already sticking to the pants to cause more discomfort. As Y/N situated herself on the bed, Daryl tossed her pants on his chair before getting his first aid and cleaning it up then applying a bandage.

“Gotta get yea a new bike. Or force yea to take a car next time”

“Not my fault the pothole tends to win every fight”

“Mm. Can’t argue with that” Daryl finishes with the bandages and putting everything away. “She’s gonna kill yea”

“Mm. But if I tell her that you’re not as mad, she’ll direct her anger toward you” Y/N smiles as she brought her knees to her chest watching him roll his eyes fighting back a small smile. “Can I take the truck back?”

“Please, do.” Daryl exhaled a lot of the stress that built up from such, bringing himself to sit on the edge of the bed as Y/N uncurls herself to crawl on her knees to bring her beside him. “I’m glad you’re here though”

“You should come home soon. I’m slowly but getting there with my convincing to Rick. There are some trustworthy people here that could watch the place”

“Or get rid of it entirely” He frowns bringing his head to rest on her shoulder as she instantly kisses the top of his head.

The two went to bed shortly after getting ready for such and making sure she was settled as Daryl found himself comfortably laying on Y/N with his head on her chest after. He hums softly feeling her fingers run through his hair enjoying the feeling. He could lay there for hours and he did until he naturally shifted to be beside Y/N, bringing her into his embrace holding her protectively.

The Sanctuary didn’t get much natural light in their rooms as they were like solitary confinement. But the rooms still had that basement size window that gave just enough natural light to fill the room.

Y/N felt the warmth from the light hit her face but there was more happening as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. A breathy choked off moan escaped her lips feeling his nose brush against her clit while his tongue lapped at her sweetness between her folds. Guess he had other plans in mind this morning. She felt her core build up as she instinctively bucked against his face when she felt the cord snap.

“Fuck…” Y/N moans, getting comfortable once again in the bed as Daryl brought himself out from under the covers releasing her panties back into place after pulling them aside just enough to enjoy his “breakfast”. “That better not be it, my love”

“Mmm…‘course not, sunshine” He smirks bringing his lips to hers as she could taste herself on his lips letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth while his hands worked to completely remove her panties.

Once he did such, Daryl positioned himself in between her legs as he only parted from kissing her to catch his breath. Y/N brought her legs around him pulling him into her core as he got the hint starting to grind into her while he attached his lips to her neck.

“Dar…please” Y/N moans feeling the cord tighten as she wanted more than just the friction with his boxers.

“So polite” Daryl chuckles against her neck sucking on the spot to leave a hickey. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want, sunshine”

“God!” She moans feeling his dominant hand squeeze her breast through her shirt. “Please. For the love of god, fuck me!”

Daryl chuckles once more, pulling his lips away from her skin admiring the mark. “Okay sunshine. Rid yourself of your shirt while I get a condom” he pulls away entirely getting out of the bed, taking his boxers off as Y/N got a bit distracted staring at his naked form…tracing his image with her eyes admiring every scar and freckle she could see.

As Y/N started to get her shirt off, Daryl climbed back into the bed pulling her by the legs the second she got her shirt off…her core instantly meeting his dick as she lays back watching him align himself at her entrance glancing up at her every inch he pushes in.

“Fuck me…” Y/N moans hitting her head back against the pillow as Daryl smirks bringing his arms on both sides of her head reconnecting their lips while he started a slow pace.

As he gradually got faster with his thrust, he couldn’t help his own moans from escaping…especially when he hit the right spot that practically got Y/N screaming when his lips weren’t on hers. She held onto his shoulders being carefully not to dig her nails in, not like he’d mind. But as she felt the cord tighten again and Daryl felt her walls clench around him, they were both close.

“Fuck, you feel so good” Daryl groans, picking up the pace and going a bit rougher the closer he got.

“Daryl. Please. Fuck!” She moans feeling him slam into her as she gripped onto his shoulder blades when the cord snapped and her walls clenched tightly around him.

That drew a low moan from his chest as he reached his climax spilling his seed into the condom. He lays on top of her a moment to catch his breath while Y/N didn’t mind him laying on her as she gently caresses his back listening to him sigh contently.

“Should we get started with the day or…?”

“Mmm it can wait a few minutes”

More like an hour. The two took a shower to clean up before getting started with the farming plots Daryl drew up. Y/N took one of his shirts hostage and let him re-bandage her leg before going to get some ex-Saviors to help.

Once the day was finished, Y/N tossed her pack in the bed of the truck before approaching Daryl with a smile and kissing him goodbye. But he held her close for a little while longer.

“Don’t cause too much trouble, or imma have to come back”

“Maybe I want you back”

“Soon, sunshine” Daryl smiles giving her one more kiss. “Soon”

And with that Y/N made her way back to Alexandria, waving at Gabriel when he opened the gate for her. She parked in front of the house and was instantly met with Rosita’s warm embrace. Y/N tightened her arms around her hiding her face in the crook of her neck as Rosita rubs circles on her back.

“He knows mi amor. I know he does” Rosita frowns wishing Daryl would get the hint that her visiting him at the Sanctuary was a bit triggering. Given what they both been through during the war. Then there’s Rick who made the mistake of having him watch the place. “Come on, I can cheer you up”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N parts from her, her smile returning as it brought warmth to Rosita’s heart as she couldn’t help but kiss her partner before leading her inside.

While Y/N went to put her things away and get undressed, right before she got into something more comfortable Rosita approached her from behind wrapping her arms around her naked form pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“How about we take a shower? We’ve both worked hard today…a nice hot shower sounds nice right about now”

“The only hot thing about such is going to be us. When’s the last time we had hot water?”

“Hmm. I’m not entirely sure. But you’re very right about the hot thing” Rosita smirks kissing her shoulder then her neck while moving her hair aside to continue kissing her exposed skin. “I’m all ready for you, sweetheart”

“Hmm…that shower will have to wait” Y/N sighs relaxing against her touch as her hands moved from her hips to her breasts gently groping form behind until she wanted to see all of her. Making Rosita suddenly spin Y/N and shoving her onto the bed. “Eager aren’t we, my love?”

“I missed you”

“I’m right here, Rose” Y/N quickly sat up taking her face into her hands crashing her lips onto hers as Rosita pulls her to the edge of the bed by the hips keeping her hands there. The two continued to make out then and there until Y/N parted smirking at her love. “Sit on my face”

“You have a way with your words” Rosita laughs gripping her hips softly as Y/N rolls her eyes keeping her smirk.

“I’m forward is what you’re looking for and I know what I’m craving” Y/N smirks kissing her once more before laying back and bringing her entire self on the bed waiting for Rosita to eventually climb on top of her. “I don’t bite”

“I know that” She scoffs followed by a smile. “I don’t want to crush you”

“Oh trust me, that’s a hell of a way to die” Y/N smirks as Rosita smacks her shoulder. “But I promise I’ll tap out if I get too high on your body. Trust me though, I can never get enough of your gorgeous self”

Rosita felt the heat rise in her cheeks but a cute little touch was the blush that met her shoulders that Y/N could never get enough of when she gets her blushing. Rosita carefully positioned herself above Y/N’s face as she wanted to go slow lowering herself but when she felt her partner’s hands find purchase on her hips…she’s getting pulled down.

The initial contact caused a gasp to escape her but it quickly turned into a moan once Y/N brought her tongue through her folds. She was slow at first with her tongue as her nose occasionally brushes her clit. With the way they were in the bed, Rosita couldn’t hold onto the headboard but she did lean forward against the wall. The side of her bed was up against the wall in the corner. So as she leaned forward she felt Y/N’s hands grip onto her hips to keep her in place but scooted down a bit so that she could continue to eat her out and start her licking and sucking on her clit. Rosita bites down on her lip to contain the moans escaping her, ultimately failing when she felt her release one of her hands bringing her index and middle to start fingering her while sucking on her clit. The cord was tightening and she tried to keep herself from climaxing too quickly but the way her slender fingers brushed against that spot made it difficult to keep it together.

When Rosita felt Y/N tap her, she couldn’t help the whine that escaped her when she didn’t reach that snap. But she was immediately tossed onto the bed and Y/N brought herself back in between her legs looking at her woman with a smile on her face before bringing herself back down to her core and returning her lips to her core.

“Oh fuck!” Rosita moans arching her back feeling one of her hands reach up to grope her breast as the other started to finger her again.

The way her fingers thrust at the same pace she lapped at her clit, the cord snapped and boy did it. Rosita gripped onto the bedsheets arching her back moaning louder than before as she reached climaxed. Her back falls back onto the bed as she panted watching through hooded lids, Y/N pull her face away sucking her sweetness off her fingers and brushing what’s wet on her lips on the back of her hand.

“Holy shit…”

“Felt good, baby?”

“Always” Rosita exhales happily as Y/N brought herself leaning over her body pressing her lips against her lips. “Fuck…how could yea tire me out before I could do anything?”

“I wanted to take care of my girl, and I ain’t done. Imma start a bath for you and of course I’ll join you” She smiles kissing her once more before climbing out of the bed as Rosita watched her naked form approach the bathroom.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Don’t know, but I’m glad I have you”

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I See You - Eddie Munson X GN (Deaf) Reader

Title: I See You

Eddie Munson X GN (Deaf) Reader

Additional Characters: Mostly random teens, along with random "friends" Terri and Stancy-Ann

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 2,794

Warnings: Teens talking behind Reader's back briefly, Reader is mentioned to be an outcast, teens being jerks, Eddie the Protector, nicknames, mentions of drugs briefly, teasing, flirting, slight angst, and fluff

You were so tired. Tired of people... And of the world really. It was like the whole world was against you sometimes, making it impossible to be anything more than an outsider, an outcast. You were deaf, unable to hear, but you did have hearing aids that did allow you to hear when you wore them. But sometimes you just didn't want to hear. Your so-called "friends" would always grow so irritated when you didn't want to wear your hearing aids, or when you simply wanted someone to repeat what they had said; people alway made it seem like it was so much work and trouble just to repeat themselves.

“But, I was thinking we should start the presentation with the history of Einstein before we go into his theory-” Terri spoke, only for Stacy-Ann to interrupt her.

“You mean his life, not his history,” She said, “I mean, really, Terri.”

You blinked as they continued to fight on whether or not to have Einstein’s important life events listed out in red ink or blue, but as their conversation veered onto Einstein’s theory of relativity, you found yourself confused… What did they just say?

“Uh, Stacy-Ann, could you repeat that, please?” You asked, your own purple pen, that you had borrowed from Terri pausing on your index cards. 

Both Terri and Stacy-Ann had turned to look at you before glancing at one another, and scoffing.

“Well, you should have been paying attention, Y/N.” Terri spoke, “We’ve said it, like, twice.”

You blinked rapidly, clearing your throat, “Well, I just missed what you had said. Could you please repeat what you said?”

Terri stared at you, as if what you had asked was dumb before she shook her head, turning down at her own notes. “No, I don’t want to repeat myself. It’s your fault for not hearing me the first time.”

Sometimes you wondered if they were even your friends at all. They would end up ignoring you, not wanting to be around you sometimes. Well, you didn’t need them. You had your boyfriend, Eddie.

Eddie Munson was also an outcast like you. He was different from anyone you had ever met. He was eccentric, loyal, and kind. A nonconformist with a heart of gold. Whenever you were with him, it was like the world was on pause, frozen. Everything seemed to fade out and disappear, leaving just the two of you. When you were sad, he would make you smile again; effortlessly with his charm, jokes, smile. He understood you and made you feel seen and heard. He loved you. He had told you so many times before, he had written it down so many times - pieces of notebook paper scrawled with his penmensip - that you knew he meant every word. He had even brought up the idea of matching tattoos once when the both of you were in his room in the trailer, staring up at his ceiling, hands clasped together as you lay side by side.

Spring break was coming fast, like tomorrow fast, and Eddie was going to some bonfire party, that some other high schoolers were having, to sell his merchandise. You had always felt so out of place in large groups of people, feeling ignored, leaving you bored and rather lonely. Eddie also knew that you disliked parties, so he told you that he’d understand if you would want to stay home, but you didn't want to be alone at home waiting for him, so you decided to come along; as long as you were with Eddie, you’d feel at ease. You did have to admit though, as you walked hand in hand with Eddie towards the bonfire, that you were happy to get out of the house, get some fresh air, and spend more time with Eddie that wasn’t at school, your place, or his. 

And everything was going pretty well, the music was pulsing loudly through the boombox, the deep beats reverberating through the ground at your feet and where you sat on a fallen log. Eddie sat beside you, arm over your shoulder as you both stared at the large fire, his small tin sitting between his feet as he waited for the business to come rolling in. 

"Nice night," Eddie began, his hand coming up to rub up and down your arm gently - instantly warming you up as a slight breeze flew by and chilled the both of you. "Cold night, but nice." He finished, dropping his arm to take off his jacket to wrap it around your shoulders before returning his arm around you, showing off the Metallica band t-shirt that he was wearing; which was a gift from you. 

Breathing in the scent of musky amber, combined with vanilla - and a hint of weed and leather - which wafted off of his leather jacket in waves; comforting, "Yeah this is nice." You spoke softly, watching as about a dozen or so teens danced, drank, or just sat by the fire talking to friends. 

"I'm glad you came with me," Eddie then spoke up, nudging his nose against your temple, making you look up at him, seeing the smile on his face, "I know how much you hate parties but this party would’ve been such a dud without you."

"Yeah, but it’s… Enjoyable with you." You answered, smiling sweetly at him as you turned your head to kiss his cheek lightly. Your eyes glanced at the fire for a few moments before looking back up at Eddie again, taking note of the way he stared at you. It wasn't the first time he'd looked at you that way, the way that made you feel special, desired, and wanted... It still made you flush. But this time something about his expression made you feel slightly nervous - in a good way. "What is it?" You asked softly, having a feeling that Eddie had something on his mind.

His brown eyes shifted from your eyes, down to your lips before back up, "Nothing. Nothing important, just... Just thinking. It’s just… You’re so bewitching." He replied, leaning closer to you as if he couldn't help himself, his warm breath fanning across your face as his gaze continued to travel down to your lips, which were parted slightly, waiting for him to kiss you... 

“Bewitching?” You muttered, your heart warming as your face flushed, “I’m bewitching?”

“Absolutely, babe. You’ve spellbound me.” He pulled you closer to him, finally leaning in, his eyelids drooping; his lips just a breath away from yours... Until...

"Hey! Munson!" Someone yelled out, interrupting both you and the young man in question as he pulled back and let out an irritated, dramatic sigh, snapping his head towards the teen who called out to him.

"Duty calls." You muttered sadly as Eddie nodded, running a hand through his hair before he grabbed his tin.

"Yeah, but don't think this is over. I plan to kiss the crap out of you when I return," He teased, pointing a finger at you before gently booping your nose as he stood from the log, "Later~" He added, winking, before heading into the throngs of teenagers with his usual avant-garde stride. You watched him go, letting out a dreamy sigh before staring back into the fire - which flickered dangerously - knowing that Eddie would keep his promise and come right back.

Even though you did still feel a bit uneasy, you were actually enjoying yourself, staring at the large bonfire, warmed by it and Eddie's jacket around you. Though, there was this tingling in your mind, that something was going to go wrong, that someone was going to say something or do something, like always, and ruin your happiness. You were getting used to the feeling, the paranoia, which frustrated you deeply. You hated this town, you hated the people in this crappy town, you hated everything except Eddie. Sometimes you wished that after graduation, you and Eddie could just ride off in his van into the sunset.

"Why are they here?" You then heard, snapping you out of your thoughts as a small group of people began to talk near you, "I thought they couldn't hear the music?"

Yeah, they were talking about you.

"They have hearing aids, idiot." Another one spoke, clearly not caring if you could hear them. "Just ask them."

"Ask them what?" Came a third voice, one sounding already irritated, crossing their arms and pivoting their weight to the side. "I don’t want to talk to them."

“Yeah,” The first teen spoke, “They hang out with that freak Munson. They’re probably a demon worshiper too.”

That last comment caught your attention, causing your head to snap up as you focused your eyes on the three teenagers. Your blood was boiling, no one talked like that about Eddie, he wasn’t a freak. What jerks.

You rose quickly, speeding past the trio and right towards Eddie. You wanted to leave, but you didn't want to ruin any business for him, or ruin any of the possible fun that he might have been having. So you kept walking, and only when your arms were able to loop around his, did you finally let go of the large breath you didn't know that you were holding in your lungs.

The moment your arm looped around his, Eddie turned his head, looking down at you. At your frown, he frowned as well. "What's wrong, babe?" His tone sounded concerned, his attention moving away from the potential customer in front of him.

Your body stiffened instantly, but slightly, as your eyes moved downcast momentarily before you looked into his chocolate brown eyes; the color practically drowning you in warmth and comfort, "I missed you." You said simply, and though your words were sweet, Eddie saw past them, he heard, and saw the emotion behind them.

Eddie hummed, turning to the teenager, "If you'll excuse me."

"Hey, freak!" The teen exclaimed as you and Eddie moved to turn and leave, "I thought we had a deal here?"

Eddie turned sharply, "Deal's off." Before he turned once more and began leading you to the van.

"Deal's off? Why? You need to go babysit them!?" The teen yelled out, gaining some other's attention as Eddie froze in place. 

You held onto Eddie's arm, your fingers clutching onto his skin, probably painfully, but Eddie didn't seem to notice or care as he stared daggers into the teen's head. Your free hand by your side clenched into a tight fist, your nails creating crescent moon-shaped creases into your palm before you quickly reached up and took out your hearing aids. 

For a moment, as you closed your eyes, you could feel at peace, unable to hear anything as the crowd around you faded away, leaving you to pretend that you were anywhere else. It wasn't until you opened your eyes again, blinking slowly as the bright crescent moon's beams filtered in between the leaves above you that you realized you were still in the same spot where Eddie had frozen.

You could see that he was speaking, animatedly, a dark grin on his lips as he spoke to the teen. Before you knew it, Eddie had slipped away from you, almost prancing around his new prey, a hop in his step as the teen stood, wary and unknowing of Eddie's next move. 

Though Eddie was clearly intimidating the teen, you couldn't help but admire how Eddie held himself: tall, broad shoulders, strong and powerful arms, a confident smirk on his lips as he continued to speak, his dark hair falling forward, his bangs brushing against his dark eyebrows as he tilted his head side to side, almost badgering. You had always admired how protective Eddie could be, always going out of his way to make sure you were alright, not afraid to tell others off for their behavior towards you. 

You weren't exactly sure how long you stayed there, standing, observing, just drinking in the sight of Eddie before you; trying to process all that you were seeing. It wasn't until you felt a soft tug on your hand, pulling you from your trance, that you realized that Eddie was done and the teen was out of sight.

You watched his lips move, forming your name before he continued with what you were sure was, "Let's go home." And with that said, he guided you back to the van, keeping close, watching over you.

The ride back to his trailer was silent, for you, your hearing aids carefully placed away in a small, green carrying case that you always carried with you. Again, sitting in the van, feeling the soft rumbling as Eddie drove over pebbles and a small hole in the road, you slipped your eyes shut. And again, you felt at peace, unable to hear the world, and finally, you allowed your body to relax into the plush passenger seat of the van; totally exhausted. 

With the soft touch of Eddie's calloused hand wrapping around one of yours, you opened your eyes, turning your head to see that gentle smile of his. Slowly, your eyes softened, and you smiled back, lacing your fingers with his, and giving his hand a comforting squeeze; one that silently told him that you were okay. With your free hand, you reached over and gently ran your hand along the side of his face, brushing his long, curly hair behind his ear, smiling even wider as he leaned into your touch; closing his eyes, nuzzling against your hand as he seemed to melt instantly into your touch. Bewitched.

It was like you were a part of a zoetrope, capturing each and every scene in front of you. There was an innocence in that moment, a quiet joy. It reminded you of those moments spent together when you were both younger, just Freshmans. Those little times where you would sit and watch TV or the times when you and Eddie would go out adventuring through the woods. Where just being around each other was enough to calm the chaos inside your mind. Those moments where you felt like you were seen. Eddie understood you. No one else ever did. He saw you. He saw you.

"I'm sorry, babe," You heard Eddie say as you placed your empty case on his cluttered bedside table.

Turning, you huffed, laying upon Eddie's bed, tugging the old quilt that your grandmother made over your shoulder; staring over at him. "Sorry for what, Eddie Spaghetti?" You asked him, taking his hand into yours, palm to palm, fingers lanced.

He shrugged lightly, shifting closer, his brows furrowed slightly as he searched your eyes, his own filled with an unknown look. "It was a stupid idea to go to that party. I didn’t have to go." He spoke quietly, as he stroked your knuckles softly. "I shouldn't have forced you to come."

You shook your head, "No, Eds, you didn't force me. You asked, and I agreed to come with you."

A small sigh left his lips, "I know. But, I still feel bad. I mean, the way that he was talking about you..." Eddie exhaled through his nose, "I really wanted to punch him."

"Really?" You questioned him, raising your brows, surprised, a hint of amusement present in your voice as you gave him a teasing grin. "Well, I'll have you know, that while you were telling him off, I thought you looked metal."

The look of surprise on Eddie's face quickly morphed into a sly smirk as he grinned at you, "Oh really?"

"Mhm." You nodded, smiling as you pulled your hands back to slide them around his neck, the tips of your fingers brushing through his hair lightly. "I love that you protect me, you know?" You added, tilting your head slightly, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"You think I'd ever let anyone hurt you?" Eddie replied, pulling you even closer to him, letting his arms circle your waist.

Your cheeks flushed, and a small laugh escaped your lips as your hands slid down his shoulders to rest on his chest. You lifted your gaze to meet his, softly nudging your forehead against his, "No." You whispered, "With you, I feel safe... I feel seen."

That's all it took for Eddie to pull you tightly to him, his nose gently brushing against yours, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back as his bangs tickled your face. "I see you..." Eddie whispered against your lips, his words causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach, sending shivers down your spine, and causing heat to fill your stomach.

You could feel yourself leaning in, your lips hovering right over Eddie's, only a few centimeters apart, before you spoke, "I see you too."

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DEALER!ELLIE X READER - CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE? [COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AU].

[PART FOUR TO THE CATWOMAN SERIES.]

WORD COUNT - 3,736.

RATING - 18+. [shameless smut, fingering, cunnilingus and scissoring].

SUMMARY - as the bond between you and ellie grows, someone from the past of both your lives leaves you speechless.

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previous chapter - chapter three.

When Ellie had returned home from dinner at the du Armani manor, the two of you had spoken on the phone the entire night, no breaks, no awkward moments, everything had flowed and Ellie had wished the moment would’ve never come to a stop, but the freckled girl had understood that every good moment must come to an end.

Ever since Ellie had dinner at your home and had understood the troubles of your home life, the two of you had excessively grown closer to each other, your father had gone to his check-ups and had gotten healthier compared to prior events, howbeit, you were still unsure about your father’s condition along with the outcome of the entire thing.

Aside from that, you and Ellie had hung out every day and had aided each other with the courses you had both taken, you were each other’s muses and were inseparable, the times the two of you were found in the corridors there would be individuals who would bring the situation that involved the leaked nudes from time to time and even though both you and Ellie had attempted to ignore people’s comments. Ellie had her moments where she’d want to confront the person which would involve you holding her back and telling her that what they say or think doesn’t matter.

“I wonder where Doris is anyway,” Ellie harshly muttered her tense demeanour softened when she had felt your hand wrap around her right arm.

“You’re not going to do anything to her,” you comically said as you clicked your tongue. “Plus,” you began as you leaned your head against her shoulder, “my dad has dealt with everything.”

Indifferent, Ellie gently snorted in kickback. “Doris being kicked out isn’t enough, I want a full confrontation.” Empathetic, you slowly brought yourself to kiss Ellie’s jaw. “Well, there’s a party happening today, do you want to go?” Ellie kindly suggested and excited, you had straightened your back.

“Is it a costume party? There’s a costume I want you to see me in,” you teasingly winked and eager to know more about the outfit, Ellie peered her head towards you.

“No, it’s not a costume party, but I want to see you in whatever you want to show me,” the auburn-haired girl gleamed and restrictive, you gently pulled your body away from Ellie’s figure, your paw still around her upper limb.

By the look on your face, Ellie could tell that you had planned to not reveal the costume yet and as outcome, she had internally groaned. “I’ll dress up with what I have next time then,” you responded, your tone had appeared to badger Ellie who had then dramatically rolled her eyes but easily over the idea that she wasn’t going to see you in the outfit you had wanted to surprise her in, the virile woman had pulled you closer to her and confidently led you into the cafeteria.

You had left for class and Ellie had been surrounded by her closest friends, Dina and Jesse, it had been less than half an hour since your class had started and the love birds’ break had currently begun and they used their break to spend time with their love-sick friend who appeared to be drowned in thoughts of your time together with her.

“Are you and [Y/N] a thing now?” Jesse curiously questioned and instantly, the music student had been snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes wide in shock once she realised that they still sat around her.

“Something like that,” Ellie shrugged and with Ellie’s response, the couple had sneaked an exchange of unsure glances.

Ellie had caught the looks Dina and Jesse directed to each other and awkwardly sat up on the small cafeteria seat her butt had been plopped against. “At least she’s not avoiding me,” Ellie exclaimed with her arms stiffly open, “or ignoring me.”

“What happened anyways?” Dina questioned, her energy had remained suspicious towards the du Armani woman, even though it had appeared that the connection between [Y/N] and Ellie had transitioned into a bond a little more stable, Dina had thought that [Y/N] had a long way to go when it came to showing she was here for the long ride.

With her shoulders bounced, Ellie gently trailed her fingers against the table they had sat around. “It’s some secret family stuff, and when I saw it, it all made sense to me,” and with the way Dina had raised her eyebrows, it had commenced Ellie to sit up straight, in defence of her infatuation. “Well, I think you should back off on [Y/N] anyways.”

“Ellie, Dina is just trying to be a good friend,” Jesse forwardly replied, the male had been understanding on both sides, but he had thought it was best to be a mediator knowing how explosive and adamant the two women could be.

“Well, I don’t want to be friends with someone who is always bad mouthing someone I like,” Ellie brashly commented, surprised at what the Williams girl had said, Jesse and Dina had reticently stared at the freckled girl who had calmly slid herself off her seat. “I’ll see you two later, I guess,” she mumbled prior she made her way away from them and out of the cafeteria.

With her hand tight around your wrist, Ellie had calmly led you where the party had been in, the two of you weren’t surprised when you had peeked that the building had been pretty packed, on one hand, ere you two had entered the structure, you had the idea to smoke in Ellie’s car before making way into the party.

Buzzed and infatuated with each other, you had softly leaned the front of your body against Ellie’s back, your chin rested against her shoulder while your eyelids were a bit heavy, on the other hand, Ellie hadn’t been able to keep her hands off you, especially the moment she had observed what you had been wearing.

The juncture she saw you exit your dorm room she had mentioned how tight the clothing you had worn had excited her, and how she planned to have your back against a bed with her towering over you, moreover, the moment you two had entered the building, the Williams girl had scanned the area for a room for the both of you to fuck in. As much as you had wanted that, you had lightly gripped her slightly muscled upper arm, you had wanted to stay with other people for a bit before you fell into Ellie’s desires.

“We didn’t even party for more than ten minutes,” you lightly joked and aware with how your joke had truth in it, the taller girl had smoothly twisted her body to face yours and had brought you into her arms.

With a smile plastered on your face, you had felt Ellie kiss the tip of your nose, then pull her face back, her warm face had curved into a serious theme. “I have a question for you,” and shortly reticent you had pulled your hands to her shoulders and pressed your stomach against hers.

“Go on,” you muttered.

“What are we? Are we each other’s girlfriends?” Ellie questioned and puzzled you had stared at her as if she were stupid.

“Aren’t we?” You attempted to clarify and gently, Ellie shook her head.

“Well,” Ellie awkwardly chuckled, “none of us asked the other the question.”

Humoured, you had pressed your forehead gently against Ellie’s, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” You seriously questioned, on the other hand, no matter how deliberate you had appeared and sounded, Ellie could hear the comedy in your tone, nevertheless, the red-haired girl had understood your behaviour, she knew that you were being serious and it had made her heart drawback then fasten.

Hitched, Ellie had slowly pulled her face away from yours as she had gently swayed to the music that had loudly played in the background, eyes examining the beauty that had stood in front of her, while a bundle of happiness had bubbled in her stomach. “Yes.”

Content, simultaneously, the two of you had moved near each other to prize and gift each other with kisses, the embrace passionate and swiftly steamy, Ellie’s hand had travelled lower down your back and teasingly gripped your rounded buttocks as the behaviour she had planned aimed towards you had itched to play. The moment the taller girl had pulled her lips away from yours she had quickly took in as much air as she could ere she had returned your mouth against yours, her movement quick and desperate you could feel how the freckled woman had been desperate to tear off your clothes and use you however she wanted.

“Let’s find a room,” you amiably whispered and briskly, Ellie had agreed to your comment and had grabbed your hand the moment she had forced herself to peel her lips away from your opening. She had slid your hand up your wrist while she hurriedly searched for an empty room, the previous chambers being taken by lewd couples who had similar plans the two of you had shared.

The moment the two of you had found a room, Ellie had quickly closed and locked the door behind her, you had your hands pressed against her chest, your digits on task to unbutton the buttons on her shirt, Ellie’s hands had returned to your buttocks and silently you had observed that your ass must’ve been one of Ellie’s favourite things about you, once more, the green-eyed girl had squeezed your buttocks fore she easily slid her hands back to the front of your jeans to aid you to peel off your lower clothing and lead you to the bed.

The time the two of you had shared to take off each other’s clothing, your lips had barely left each other, equally passionate and sensual to let go of one another. Yet, the moment you had been naked under Ellie’s bare frame the girl had become determined to kiss every inch of your upper skin, while two of her fingers trailed towards your cunt, the pad of her fingers lightly stroked the wetness between your thighs while her sore lips had sucked and nibbled your neck.

You had lightly moaned at her boastful aroused nature and had spread your legs furtherly open while she circled the head of her fingers around your clit, as she licked behind your ear the Williams girl had invited herself to stroke your damp cunt further which had caused your soft whimpers to twirl into frantic whines. Without a thought, you had grabbed onto her wrists and lustfully humped your pussy against her digits, blinded with horniness, you rolled your body into a quick climax.

Humoured, Ellie let out a soft chuckle, both of her hands had cupped your face before she pressed her light pink toned lips against your mouth. “Just as desperate as me, pretty,” she hoarsely whispered before she had pushed your figure contra the bed once more, her lips eager to caress the vehement and fervent heat that had reticently begged for her mouth, on her way to lick your cunt, the girl had hastily licked your inner thighs, determined to leave zealous love marks fore she teasingly used the flat of her tongue to stroke the top of your clit.

As you shuddered against her touch, Ellie had grabbed your outer thighs and pushed them down to the sides of your upper body, with her quick motion you had moaned while you had cupped the back of your knees to fully view the racy and libidinous girl who had lost herself between your thighs, the way she had sucked and flicked her tongue against your pearl, had caused you to tightly tuck your bottom lips behind your teeth, achingly, you had used one hand to reach for her hair so you could smother your seeping juices against her face.

Ellie had moaned at your provocative demeanour, her jaded eyes reflected yours as her tongue swirled and danced around and against your clit, “Ellie!” You passionately cried out as your pussy had throbbed against her face, the pressure of her tongue had slipped inside of you, the texture had dragged beneath your nub just as she commenced to fuck her tongue into your cunt.

Hungrily, she moaned, the tip of her fingers had dug into your buttocks as she deeply pressed her face against your heat, her tongue angrily lapped against your seeping sex that sharply shook against her muscle, quickly, the girl had slipped in three of her digits, in order to stretch and drive you into a lustful insanity. In aghast, you had loudly wailed at her quick motion, the friction of both her tongue and fingers had pushed you into a drunken state, that had compelled you to rub your ardent pussy against her tongue and fingers.

Eyes tight shut you had whimpered and curled your feet as you could feel the vulgar rush push through you, your second climax lewd; and with eager, Ellie had licked up your nectar, your sweet fluids pungent enough for Ellie to continue eating and licking your cum and ambrosia. Tense, you had desperately pushed Ellie’s face away from your heat, you were well aware of her obsession with your taste and sending you into an overstimulated episode. With her hot breath that fanned against your cunt, Ellie eventually pulled her frame away from your sex and returned her lips against your mouth.

“You’re handling it well,” Ellie teasingly whispered ere she pressed her lips against your mouth again, her fingers locked around your breast as she fondled with them. Smoothly, Ellie slid herself on top of you, her wet and swollen pussy against yours as her hands returned and remained against the sides of your face, softly, you had moaned at the touch of her clit against yours, Ellie hadn’t moved yet, but her pearl was hard and you could peek that she had fought every muscle to not rub her pussy over yours.

“I can always handle you well,” you lustfully whispered and with comedic doubt, Ellie stared back at you, her eyes low and darkened with desire.

“That’s what you always say,” she whispered before she kissed you again, she had begun slow, her swollen clit rested against your used and spoiled cunt, loudly, you had moaned against her mouth, Ellie’s tight breast pressed against yours as she slowly guided you to rest on your back.

Gently your lips had shuddered against hers, slowly, you had reached for her ass, impatient for the woman to become more animalistic and fiercer, yet, it was like she knew that was what you waited for, and she had wanted to drag that greed of lust you had in you.

With her hands beside your head, Ellie commenced to rock her body further and faster, her eyes blackened with avidity, as hard and rough moans seeped out of her mouth. As you had struggled to keep yourself together your arms were cloaked around Ellie’s broad shoulders, your moans high and curved while the wetness of her heat had dogged and stroked against yours, the bulge of her clit swabbed and smeared contra your cunt that eagerly pulsed with excitement.

Shamelessly your moans that had melted with Ellie’s had echoed in the bedroom, the raw and indecent wet sounds of your pussies that had rubbed against each other, had pushed Ellie to angle into a corrupt and brash creature who’s only motive was to ardently ride out her climax, and assign you into a libidinous delirium. “Fuck!” She loudly moaned just as the point of her clit actively bounced against yours.

Her eyes were tight shut while her fierce climax had spilled against your skin. The warmth of her nectar had hit a strike of your lust as she carried on to fiercely stroke her cunt against your pussy, “Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!” You ludicrously cried out, the orbs of your eyes had spun backwards as you could feel the rabid heat take over your body, frantically, your juices had spattered out, the eject of your flow had encouraged Ellie to keep on moving, her lips pressed against yours as she had known that over-stimulation drove you crazy.

Muffled, you had whimpered against her lips as wetness built up in your eyes, your body weak of desire that had been carelessly used by the red-headed minx who objected to have you limp beneath her. Lucrative of her goal, Ellie had felt your body shake beneath hers, sportive, she bucked her hips forwards a couple of times as she had watched the tears spill out of your eyes.

Puckish, the girl had finally pulled herself off your figure, the tiredness had caught up to her but she knew that the both of you couldn’t stay in the bedroom longer, you were already sat up, and Ellie had been surprised that you had been able to move your muscles, yet, she had concentrated to use the rest of her time to pull her garments back onto her body. “You weren’t able to handle it,” Ellie briefly joked and comically irritated, you had clicked your tongue in response to Ellie’s artful comment.

“Shut up,” you gently whispered while you had fixed your appearance in front of the closest and only mirror in the room, while you had taken in the atmosphere around you, you peeked that this must’ve been a man’s bedroom, and sportive, you smirked at thought of the mess the bedroom’s owner would walk into once the party was over.

The moment you and Ellie had finished dressing up, you had left the bedroom and rebounded to where the main party was, moreover, briefly junctures over, you and Ellie had met up with Dina and Jesse, Ellie had informed you that Dina doesn’t necessarily drink but Jesse was one to take shots all the time.

You hadn’t been surprised when you had been met with awkwardness, to ease the intense feelings you had, Ellie snaked her arm around your waist and immediately you had felt your body soften up; with her brown eyes that switched from you to Ellie, from Ellie to you, Dina raised both of her eyebrows as she had summed up the sentence, she had itched to question but Ellie had easily answered for her.

“The both of us are together now,” Ellie gleamed and impressed, Jesse beckoned his head towards the both of you as he kindly congratulated the both of you just as Dina tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth as she then changed her chain of words.

“Congratulations,” Dina worded out and thankful, both you and Ellie had showed a reticent appreciation to the dark-haired woman who had reached her boyfriend’s hand.

As time passed on, Ellie had informed you that she had planned to get the both of you more drinks whereas Jesse had aimed for the bathroom which had left both you and Dina together.

Silent, you had crossed your arms and gracelessly scanned the area around you. “I can tell Ellie really likes you,” Dina hummed and unmoved, you had gently smiled at Dina’s comment with faux aura.

“That’s sweet,” you lowly muttered, the music almost trampled over your kickback, yet Dina was close enough to hear what you had replied with.

“Ellie has a tendency of losing herself in relationships,“ Dina continued, suddenly intrigued with what the other woman had to say, you peered to view her, arms still cross and face remained cold to her presence. “It just gets terrible when Ellie’s broken-hearted.”

“Well, I don’t plan to break her heart,” you smoothly responded and as a response, Dina gently nodded her head. “You’re a good friend, Dina.”

Surprised, Dina raised both of her eyebrows and forced a smile. “Thanks.”

Awkwardly, Dina shoved her hands in her back pockets while she leaned closer to you. “I don’t plan on ruining anything between you and Ellie.”

Smug, you lightly bounced your shoulders. “I don’t think you would’ve succeeded.”

Dryly, Dina laughed at your poor attempt of a joke, yet the dark eyed woman had noticed that your response was likely not of the comical sort. Though, when Dina’s eyes examined the area, she decided it was her turn to hold the smug expression as her eyes scanned the scene in front of her. “You should be worrying about Ellie and her ex-girlfriend, Cat.”

Stunned, you hastily whipped your view in direction of where Dina gestured her body towards. Cat?

Cat. Cat. Cat, you remember that name, but not because of Ellie.

Reticent, you had observed how Ellie rebounded towards you with Cat by her side, kindly, Ellie had given you the drinks she had tasked herself to get for you and for herself as she had introduced the both of you to each other, but with the music and how deep in thought you were, Ellie’s voice had appeared muffled to you. To seem like you had stayed in contact within the conversation, you had peeled a smile in front of the woman just as you had attempted to remember where you had known her from.

Of course, the woman had been observant enough to notice that you had scanned her like she was a weapon hidden in a packed box, humoured, the woman had smiled, not because of how stunned you were but how you had lived up to the rumours peopled had passed on about you. “Cat and Ellie go way back,” Dina easily retorted and silently you had slowly moved your head as an answer.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ellie’s ex commented and the juncture you had heard her voice you had immediately recognised where you had known her from, and gently humoured you had scoffed when you had memorised that Cat had been one of your “conquered concubines” as you would say, along with the memory you had of her crying when she had found you with another girl.

You would always get told that the world is small, yet you always dismissed it whenever someone told you it, but realising that the girl you had mercilessly played was the former lover of your current partner had made you understand how accurate the phrase was.

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[bitchwhoreofastorm]

sometimes i don't think through the things i'm doing (1st person pov; 10k words; read on ao3)

summary:

Those who would become Hands of Almalexia must undertake a pilgrimage: they must wander Morrowind as anonymous adventurers, aiding the Dunmer in secret, and alone. After the Akaviri war, a young woman and Hand-Aspirant does a bad job at this.

-

I saw you this morning. When I was leaving the cornerclub, I saw you for a moment behind the counter. There was a jug of expensive-looking sujamma in a mug polished to shining, and I saw your face slip across it. I should have known better but I turned around to look for you. You turned around, too. You weren't behind me. Nobody was behind me. I left in a hurry.

I'm in Gnisis today. I'm on my way to a kwama mine. There's a rumour that they're having some trouble with bandits, egg thieves. You know. The sort of job they like to give wandering adventures. That's what the publican said-- 'wandering adventures like you.' It's a noble tradition, in Vvardenfell, to wander and go searching for adventures. It seems to me that Vivec never deals with his problems because, if he did, the wandering adventurers would run out of things to do.

It's a long walk to the mine. That’s okay. There's nobody on the road, so I can talk to you. 

All the Hands told me that travelling alone would be hard. They were really concerned by that. They made a big fuss over it, that I shouldn’t let the loneliness get to me. They told me that, should I ever feel forlorn, or abandoned, or just lonely, I should talk to Her. That if I had faith She was with me, I would never be lonely again. I thought it was funny that they gave me that advice. I did that a lot as a child. Do you remember? After you started to leave. I would tell Her about how mean you were and how much I hated you and how I missed you and how I wished you wouldn't ever go. It made me feel better back then, to talk to Her. I felt less alone.

I can't do that now. Not now that I've met her. I know she'd hear, and I know how she'd smile, or smirk, she does this knowing smirk and it makes me feel shy. 

I can't talk to her like that now that I know Her. I feel like I'd rather talk to you.

-

At the kwama mine they ask who I am. I say I'm a wandering adventurer come to deal with their bandit problem. They ask me my name and I say, "Shona..." then I add, "Slonsi." And they stare at me strangely, so I add, "I'm a veteran of the Akaviri War," and they see my sword and I guess they decide that's fine.

I'm bad at coming up with fake names. All the Hands said that I should pick one or two, and make consistent fake identities out of them. Come up with a backstory. A new self. I tried, but every time I meet someone, they just go out of my brain. Fake identities are like a handful of comberries to me. I can’t keep them straight, and as soon as I have to pick out just one, they all fall out of my grasp. 

But I guess I’m not really trying. Making up a fake identity just seems like a bad idea. This is your face too. What if someone were to meet you, and call you by my fake name? You'd have no idea. You wouldn't know to keep the lie.

I thought about using your name once, but I already look like you, and there might be someone who remembers you. Then I'd be in trouble.

I see you again when I stop to eat lunch. There's a low cliff jutting out over a smooth little lagoon, on a hill that overlooks the ocean. I sit down on the ledge and scoot over, scoot to the very edge of it, until I can look down into the still water and see you. You’re framed by strange Vvardenfell plants, frond-ish coils reach out to touch your face. This must displease you because you're frowning at me. You always frown at me. You always look so serious and so unhappy. I tilt my head to one side, then the other. So do you. You have your hair tied back-- you always hated having your hair tied back.

Sometimes, at times like this, I think that if I jumped into the water you'd really be there. I would jump in and wrestle you down to the bottom, and then you'd cast a water-breathing spell on yourself and lie there, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out, until I'd go gasping up for air. Then you'd come with me and drape yourself along my back and make me carry you to shore. At times like this, I can hear you cackling in my ear-- Onwards, noble steed!-- and I feel you clawing my shoulders as I drag you back to land. You were always so mean to me.

When I blink, there is someone beside you.

I start and turn around. A dunmer woman also starts, and she turns to me, a gentle smile on her lips. 

"Pardon me, sera," she says to me, "I didn't mean to scare you."

I can't find the words to reply to that. I'm not a child any more, but sometimes, when I'm surprised, I lose my voice again. So I just stare at her and try to think of something to say.

"My name is Thelsa," she says. "Telvanni Thelsa."

"Shani," I say. "Shani Sholasa."

"May I sit, Shani?"

I slide over on my ledge, and she sits.

"Beautiful view you've got here," she says.

I look up. I was so busy looking at you that I didn't notice. Smoke has made the sky is the colour of old parchment here, fading to an unwell blue on the horizon where it touches the sea. The hills rise and fall abruptly, sandstone-coloured, tall pillars and cliffs and arches that all make no sense, and then there’s shrubs and flowers here. Green, yellow, blue, all making up too many shapes. 

I don't like Vvardenfell-- it looks like it was created very thoughtlessly. It’s too chaotic. But when I turn my head Thelsa is staring with approval at the Inner Sea, and the slanted haggard trees that stand here and there.

"What are you doing so far from town, Shani?" Thelsa asks. She has a kind face that reminds me of a Temple acolyte, with round cheeks that are used to smiling and brown hair in a tidy little bun.

"I'm, uh, adventuring," I answer. "I'm an adventurer."

"Are you from Vvardenfell?"

"No. Selfora. It's in Deshaan."

Thelsa nods. "I'm not from around here either," she tells me. "Tell me, adventurer, where are you going?"

"North."

"Ah, so am I. Perhaps we could travel together? I'm a healer, I'm sure I could be of use to you on your adventuring. I would feel much safer, with a strong warrior like you to protect me."

I shrug. And pull out my scrib roll and eat it in a hurry. I can't see you any more.

I don't like this turn of events. I don't like Telvanni-- I haven't forgotten how they denied Almalexia the Ebonheart Pact. I don't like their wizardry, maybe because it reminds me too much of you. And, to tell you the truth, I don't like being around other women. Especially not pretty women close to my age, with soft lips and kind eyes and a silky deep voice that makes my stomach clench. After Idrenie, it just feels wrong. I don’t know why but I have no interest in it any more. Aside from you, I just want to be alone.

Even worse, while this Thelsa is walking next to me, I can't talk to you. Not out loud. Even talking in my head to you is risky, because I can't do that and also focus on what she's saying, and I hate to seem rude.

So I shut up. I don’t talk to you. As we walk together, Thelsa talks to me instead.

She talks about her recent trip to Gnisis. She says her father is a wizard of House Telvanni and he wants to set up a new trading line through the north flank of Red Mountain. She says the dreugh that live in West Gash produce the best dreugh wax, which is very valuable to Telvanni wizards. She says her father sent her to Gnisis as punishment, because she'd displeased him, somehow, but she doesn't say what it is she did to so displease him. She talks a lot, and she really does have a beautiful voice. It’s a soft voice and deep, and it sounds the way a silk handkerchief feels, when you pull it across your skin. Smooth, overly indulgent. The nice dresses Father got us, the one I ripped within a day.

"You're a very good listener," Thelsa says after a while, "But why don't you tell me about yourself?"

I hate this part of conversations. "I was a soldier," I say, because at least that's not entirely a lie. "I fought in the Akaviri invasion. Now I'm just trying to make ends meet."

"Who did you fight under?"

"Uh, Mournhold's army. The Duke's army."

"Mournhold." Thelsa appears only mildly interested. "I thought you were from Selfora. Why fight for Duke Ra'athim?"

She has an intense gaze, fiery red eyes, like the red of that dress I ripped, and the red of Father’s eyes as he yelled at me. My unforgivable carelessness. Why did she have to say Ra’athim?

So I just shrug. “My superiors thought I’d be a better fit there."

You were the one who told me that my lies should include a little bit of truth.

-

"What is your quest?" Thelsa asks me.

I hesitate. I say, with reluctance, that I'm hunting the bandits who have holed up on the nearby mountain, the ones who have been poaching from the kwama mine. She asks me how I plan to get there and I say that I'm just going to walk up the mountain.

"I know of them," Thelsa frowns at me. "And I know the road you speak of. There are powerful wizards among them. The road to their hideout is full of traps. You'll surely perish if you try and attack them head-on."

“Then I'll perish." I keep walking.

Thelsa takes my arm. The touch is a light one, and it’s embarrassing that I flinch. "There's a back way," Thelsa says. "It's a little longer, but if we go around, we can levitate up the cliffs. They won't be expecting it. It will be safer."

"I don't use magic," I say.

"I do," she says. "I can levitate you up."

I hate the idea of it. You're the only one who's ever made me levitate. I hate the thought of this stranger doing that to me. If someone else were to do it, it might cover up the memories of how it felt when it was you. What if I was to lose those memories? I could never get them back. We're not children any more. I'm never going to see you again.

She mistakes my hesitation for something else. "I am not offering out of charity," Thelsa says. "If my father is to open a trade route here, these thugs will place it in danger. By dealing with them, I will earn the favour of my House." She smiles a little. "And I'll expect half of the spoils, of course. Do we have a deal?"

How could I possibly explain to her the violation she’s committing? I can never put my thoughts in over. It would look weird if I were to refuse. 

"Fine," I hear myself say. "We have a deal."

Thelsa holds up her hand, palm facing me, in the universal Dunmeri gesture of honour. I mirror the gesture without thinking about it. The Ordinators do it all the time. And maybe it is because in that moment I hate her for trying to come between you and me, and I’m looking for reasons to be suspicious of her, but I think she is staring intently, far too intently, at my hand.

-

Near the evening we come to a place where a river has incised a slot into the yellow rock of the landscape. I jump across the chasm with ease but Thelsa falters. I see her look down at the gap-- no wider than the distance between the roof of our childhood manor and that tree you always liked to perch in--  I see her staring down at the dark, rushing water. She looks like you used to look like when you were afraid.

"It's not that far!" I shout at her.

Maybe she doesn't hear me-- she doesn't reply. She's looking at that abyss like it's going to swallow her.

"Why don't you float across?" I call.

"I don't want to waste my magika!" she replies.

I barely hear it; her voice is like a dropped amulet, a shiny trill lost in the churn.

She steps to the chasm's edge. "Won't you help me across, Shani?" she calls, then, swaying in the mist.

I reach my hand across the gap and she takes it.

I am strong-- she is light-- she leaps, and I pull her towards me. We stumble backwards together, one step, two.

I expect her to let go of my hands then and she doesn't. 

She is standing so close to me. I try to let go of her hands but she clasps mine tightly. She is so close and suddenly I feel her thumbs press so hard into my palms, pressing hard, insistent, like they’re searching something under my skin-- and, oh God, it’s so awful, but she pushes her thumbs up , the pads of her fingers so hot with friction over the tender part of the inside of my hands, pressing, wanting, it’s like she’s seeking something, I don’t know what, seeking, down to the very top of my wrists. She is standing so close to me and her fingers find the frantic heartbeat in my veins and then in that same horrible moment her eyes find mine.

She lets go. She steps away. 

I turn away from her, shuddering. My face feels as hot as the red of her eyes, the intensity of her is crawling over my skin, my stomach is doing something weird that is perilously approaching nausea. I hear her make a little sound, something between a gasp and the panting of a wounded animal, and I feel her move away from me the way I've felt bandages pulled off of wounds. She leaves an absence that feels cold and sore.

A terrible silence falls between us.

"... Thank you, Shani," says Thelsa. Her voice is a little thick, as if she's choking back something. "You are... ah. Stronger than I expected."

I almost don't hear her. I can't bear to hear her. I'm fighting my own mind. I'm trying to think of you-- the coldness of your face, your passionless expression, the ambivalence with which you watched Father denounce me. I need that coldness and the careless ice in your voice when you called me broken and offered to replace me as the more adequate sibling. I'm desperate! I cannot be feeling the thing I’m feeling right now, it’s unbearable! I'm picturing your disgust like I'm picturing the pain of Father dragging me by my hair and the hardness of the street when he drove me down outside and the scrape I got on my hand and how you never answered any of my letters, not one, except for the one where you told me that I should've known better than to go and do something without your permission, idiot that I am.

"Shani?"

"It's fine," I reply, and my voice sounds so hoarse in my ears, as hoarse as yours sounded when-- "Let's go. It's getting dark."

I try not to look at her.

I miss you so badly.

-

It's awkward between me and Thelsa when we make camp. 

That's good. Things are always awkward for me. I can deal with awkward.

I don't look at her; she makes me dinner. Steamed saltrice and a mushroom sauce from a powder in a satchel. She places it next to me; I don't touch it. I pretend to be maintaining my sword, which doesn't at all need maintaining. She urges me to eat, while I incorrectly use a whetstone to pretend to sharpen the blade. I act like I’m busy. She doesn't press. She announces that she's going to go bathe in a spring that's nearby, and she waits, standing near me, but when I reply only with a grunt, she disappears. I'm finally alone.

The dinner she made for me is delicious.

When I lay down that night I only want to talk to you. I want to close my eyes and lie very still in my sleeping roll and transport myself back to when we were kids staying up late to gossip in bed. I pull my blanket up to my chin and hug my cloak to my chest and settle in to catch up with you, since I've barely gotten to speak to you all day. 

But I must have made a mistake-- I must have fallen asleep-- suddenly, She is here.

In my dream I know it's Her before I open my eyes. She's always boiling hot, like a bath that's been heated up too much and is too warm to really be comfortable. Sometimes I think that's why she seems to glow even through my eyelids. But I keep my eyes closed, thinking that if I ignore her, maybe she'll go away and leave me to talk to you instead.

She does not go away. "My servant," she says gently. Her furnace-hot lily-rancid breath. Then, "Il--"

I press my thumb to her lips. "Don't call me that."

I knew it-- when I open my eyes, Almalexia's lips beneath my thumb are curled into her damn knowing little smirk.

"Ah," says Almalexia. "What are you called now?"

"Shani. Shani Shlosi."

"That doesn't sound like a name."

I cross my arms high over my chest, burrowing my hands into my neck, burrowing my mouth into my arms. "Why are you here?" I ask. "I thought it was forbidden. I'm supposed to do this alone."

"I'm not here," says Almalexia reassuringly. "I am a desperate figment of your imagination, and rest assured you are violating nothing."

"I don't believe you."

"The insolence of the Ra'athim! Dare you defy the word of a God?"

"You aren't a God, you're a figment of my imagination."

I'm not proud of myself, but it pleases me when she smiles at that. "Good girl," she says warmly. "Obedient even when you're disobeying me. Tell me, child, what are the rules of this quest you're on?"

"I am to abandon my identity," I say. I say it sullenly, as if my sacred quest is just the correct response to a familiar lecture. "I am to go out in Morrowind in secret, devoid of the glory of your patronage. By my own skill and determination I am to aid your children, and improve the lives of all your people. I am to do this without the aid of the Temple, and without orders."

"And why do I make all those who would be my Hands do this?"

"To show that we are strong, and resourceful, and powerful warriors."

"Ah-ah," she shakes her head, spilling her red hair across my pillow. "Wrong. If I wanted to test your strength, I could throw you into Oblivion and have you fight your way through a horde of Dremora. Why send you into Morrowind?"

"To aid your children, who you love, Goddess."

"Wrong again. Do you not know?"

"If you can tell me, I know. Since you're part of my imagination. Which is in my brain."

Her hand burns where it touches my cheek. 

"It's so that you may know them," Almalexia informs me, with divine patience. "By being among my children, I wish for you to know them, and by knowing them, love them. Only those who love them as I do may serve me as Hand."

I stare at her blankly. I'm too tired. I want the scolding to be over with. Beneath the wonderful heat, her palm is calloused.

"I am not scolding you," she says. Because she's a goddess, of course, she can read my mind. "I intervene because I fear for you. You are travelling a path of grave danger. Once I would have believed this no challenge for you, but now… I am not sure. You have changed, and I fear that I will lose you. You are not the woman who helped me defeat the Akaviri."

"Of course I'm not," I say through my teeth, "I'm Shani Shpansey. I’ve changed because you ordered me to. I did as you bid. I've always done as you bid. If that is not enough!-- If that is not enough-- then strike me down!” I draw in a breath. “I beseech you, Goddess. For my insolence just strike me down."

And then I roll over and curl up with my legs against my chest, and I hug myself and press my palms into my eyes, until I see stars. I search for you in the fizzing lights; I try to blind myself with you just so I can’t see Her.

There is silence, and then there is her breath again, warm, tickling my ear as she says:

"She is gone to you, Iyahi . This ghost you speak to is not her. You cannot speak to her, any more than you could save her. Let her go."

She's wrong. She's wrong. It's your voice who tells her to leave us alone.

-

Sometimes I want to pretend it’s all a bad dream. I mean, you leaving, and me leaving. Sometimes I pretend it’s not real. Speaking of those Buoyant Armigers, who I never understood-- I think my time in Vvardenfell is letting me understand why they like Vivec so much. Someone told me once that Vivec thinks everything’s a dream. I don’t think everything’s a dream, but sometimes, I kind of wish it was.

Do you feel the same way? Are you thinking about this too, wherever you are? 

I keep thinking I’ll wake up in my bed and I’ll be a little kid again. I’ll be curled up around you like the shell of a beetle, and your hair will be in my nose, and I’ll be drooling on the fancy pillow-cases that Father always complains about me ruining. I keep thinking that Kneads-Dough is about to shake us awake. The same thing that happens every single morning will happen. You’ll wake up first, and I’ll be sleeping too hard, and you’ll order Kneads not to wake me, but you’ll do it so loud that I wake up anyway. But I’ll pretend to be asleep, because I’m shy around Kneads. And you’ll tell Kneads that I’ll want pancakes-- only I hate pancakes, and you love pancakes, but you think liking pancakes is childish, so you never tell Kneads you want pancakes. You’ll say it’s me who wants pancakes. And I’ll pretend to be asleep. And when Kneads leaves, you’ll say-- “I know you’re awake, you know, you’re such a bad liar!”-- and I’ll keep pretending to be asleep, cause it’s a good excuse to hold onto you, and you always let me. 

Maybe it’s not a dream. Could it not be a dream? It feels so real. Isn’t it strange-- I can’t even remember how it felt to hold Idrenie, but the sensation of your hair in my mouth is more real than reality itself? 

Do you feel this way too? Are you off somewhere, also sleeping in, feeling this way? Or maybe you’re really here in my arms. It’s possible, isn’t it? That I’m tucked into your bed and everything else has been a bad dream. 

I could open my eyes and see you. I’m going to do it. You’re going to be there. 

I stir, I mumble your name, I pretend to wipe the sleep from my eyes and do a big fake yawn, pretending that I slept through you pointing out I wasn’t sleeping. You’re going to be here. I’m in your bed. I open my eyes--

Thelsa’s face pulls away from mine the same moment I sit up. We’ve startled each other; she makes a pitiful little yelp, like a kicked dog, while I only yank my blanket to my chin. 

Was she watching me sleep? She’s blushing, her face is plum-blue, a pretty colour against the bashful pink dawn behind her. Why was she so close to me? My mouth is hanging open, I’m staring at her with nothing to say. 

“I’m sorry,” she stammers. “Sorry.” 

She looks so pathetically embarrassed that I apologise too. “I’m sorry,” I mimic dumbly, “I mean, it’s okay. I mean. Um. What?” 

“You were talking in your sleep,” she rushes to explain. “Call me a fool, but I was worried about you. I worried you were having a nightmare.” 

I’m just staring at her. And then I realise why she is looking at me so strangely-- my heart sinks-- I must have said your name. 

We make breakfast in silence. Thelsa makes saltrice and mushroom sauce again, hearty travel food; I use the last of my own provisions to make scrib rolls for me and her. Old saltrice kneaded with copious amounts of greasy scuttle, wrapped untidily in hackle-lo leaves. It’s food even an idiot could make. I’m an awful cook; this has been most of my diet since I set out on my quest. My scrib rolls are always misshapen and threatening to fall apart. 

When we were little, Kneads would put comberries in one end, meant as scrib eyes, a little bug in a blanket that we could take with us while playing. I dare not try my luck with embellishments. It’s by blind fortune that I haven’t somehow made one explode. 

Thelsa and I share a log by the fire when we sit down to eat. The dainty sunrise has given way to a smoggy cool day-- in West Gash, Red Mountain’s smoke looks yellow, so the landscape seems like an old tapestry that’s been hanging in a tomb for too long. Flat grey hills and washed-out stringy clouds against a yellow sky. We stare at this ugly landscape like it’s the most verdant rolling hills of Deshaan, and then Thelsa asks me, very softly: “Do you have a family, Shani?” 

“Everyone does,” I answer without thinking, “Babies have to come from somewhere.” 

“That’s not what I meant. Where are your parents?” 

This takes thought. “Dead,” I tell her honestly. 

“I see,” she says. “That’s a pity. How did they die?” 

“My mother died in childbirth. My father died during the war.” 

“Any siblings?” 

I’d just taken a bite of saltrice, but suddenly it tastes like mud. I almost choke on it. I swallow, and turn my head away, and stare with fierce determination at the dirt at our feet, as if willing a plausible excuse to crawl out of the ground. 

“I was disowned,” I say. I say it very carefully, in a very flat voice, willing nothing to emerge from it. I try to find your face in the random pinprick shadows thrown by the grains of dirt near my feet. “So. Not by law, no.” 

“Ah,” says Thelsa, as if this comes as no surprise to her. Then, “I’m sorry.” 

I'm sorry. It sounds so trite when she says it, and this relieves me. Like she was offering her condolences on stubbing my toe.

But then she says, "Did your father also fight under Duke Ra'athim?"

And this catches me so off guard that I'm confused for a moment. "He was--" I start, and then I blink, realising I don't understand the question. "What?"

"You said you fought under Duke Ra'athim," Thelsa reminds me gently.

I can't understand the expression on her face. Is she suspicious? She looks so kind, with her big eyes. I feel my cheeks get hot-- I'm flustered.

"No," I say, "He fought with House In-- um, House Hlaalu, I mean. He was an... accountant. So not really fighting, but-- he got caught in an explosion, some of their weird magic, the Kamal’s magic, I mean, they attacked his camp--" And then I clamp my teeth down on my tongue.

I hear your voice in my head so clearly: Idiot .

I am an awful liar.

Thelsa looks into my eyes for a long time. Her soft mouth is curved into a little frown, her small eyebrows sit high in her forehead and slump slightly to the outside, as if she's sad. I force myself to meet her gaze and then the discomfort overwhelms me and I look away. I pretend to be focused on the scrib roll I'm failing at putting together, hunching over, putting my face near it, until she finally sits back.

"I'm sorry, Shani," she says again. "I've upset you, haven't I? That wasn't my intention."

"It's fine," I mumble. "Just-- don't like talking about it."

"I was almost exiled too," she says.

I look up at her in surprise. She's still facing me, with that soft open face and the gentle long-lashed eyes. A healer's saintly face.

"I displeased my father," she reminds me. "I... I made a mistake, and it was a grave one. There were some in my family who wanted me exiled. I convinced father not to exile me. I was lucky. I'm still lucky-- he could change his mind any day now."

"What did you do?" I ask hoarsely.

"Does it matter?" She sighs. "There are many ways you can digress against House Telvanni. Outsiders don't know that, they think we allow anything. But the moment we stop being an asset to our wizard..."

And she looks down at her hands.

(Your hand, lightly steaming under Father's iron.)

"That's why you want to kill these bandits," I say.

"What?" Thelsa looks up at me, brow raised. Then, "Oh, yes. That's why. I..." She sighs again, looks away. "I need to prove I'm still useful to him."

I don't know why I do the thing I do next. I put the scrib roll on my lap, and then I reach out and take her hands in mine. I slip my fingers flat beneath hers, upturning her palms, and then I press my thumbs, as gentle as I can, to the centre of hers. The very place where they branded you.

I press down, feeling the cup-shape of them, the slight inward curl, the gentle articulation of the tiny bones within, knit together with fishing-line tendons. The parchment-tender thinness of the skin there. Her skin is magician's skin, like yours was, nothing like the leathery callous of my own. She's looking at me, now, her eyes a little wider, and she’s holding her breath.

I want to say something reassuring but I can't. I never said anything to you when you were exiled. I hold her hands, I make myself look at her face. And then I take a breath and release her, rising to my feet with a quick exhale.

"Well," I say, in my most casual voice. "We'd better go kill some bandits, then."

I think I see Thelsa's cheeks darken. She looks up at me, her owlish eyes wide, her breast lifting slightly as she takes in her own deep breath. And then her eyes trail down my body, to my feet.

"You dropped your scrib roll," she points out, looking at the snack that'd fallen off my lap when I stood. But she's smiling. I think I'm smiling, too.

-

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, but I forget to talk to you. I don't know how I forget this-- I don't know how you stop being in my head for a second, and I hate myself for it, so please don't yell at me. Every time I realise I've forgotten to talk to you, I vow to catch you up later, the moment I get a chance. And then I forget. And then I remember and vow again. I'm sorry. You know how dumb I am-- I can't help it, please don’t be mad at me.

Thelsa and I had decided to camp close to the mountain where the bandits lay, just far enough away that they wouldn't spot us. We wanted to be fresh and well-rested for the assault, and Thelsa said that, if we attacked during the day, most of them would be away on a raid, and we would have an easier time taking out the remainders. Then we could lay in wait for the raiding party and deal with them when they returned exhausted with their guard down. She's a good strategist, for a wizard. I told her so and I think this made her happy. She even asked for my feedback, but I had nothing to contribute. Her plan was a good one, and I'm not worried about a few bandits, with or without strategy.

The sun is gone that day, covered by a high layer of flat dull cloud that must have rolled in from the north. The air is chilly, but relatively clear, only slightly ashy; we stop at one point to pull out shawls and wraps from our packs, to keep our necks warm. Thelsa shows me how to tie mine in the Telvanni fashion, with the arms of the triangle braided into a sort of diamond shape, which she tucks into my neck near the top of my chest. I've already put on my bonemold travel-cuirass for the day, so she has to push her fingers under the armour; her touch is very careful and her fingers are warm.

We come to the mountain a little before noon. 

In Skyrim I climbed Throat-of-the-World. That is the tallest mountain in Tamriel, apparently-- a shitty three days of up, up, uphill, getting sick on the thin air, numb from the cold. I’d stared at Almalexia’s back the entire way, desperate to impress her by not complaining or stopping for rest. I am not scared of climbing big mountains. 

This mountain is not nearly as tall as Throat-of-the-World-- more of a hill, really, because there’s no true mountains in West Gash. But it’s tall enough, a yellow triangle rising against the grey of the sky. An ill-used path wound up the flank of it, growing gradually steeper, until it turned into a rockfall halfway up, and the top third of the mountain was a steep cliff. The kwama miners had told me that the bandits are encamped in a cave near the very peak of it, because that’s where bandits love being camped the most, in caves at the very top of the mountain. I don’t know if you know this, but trolls in Skyrim work the same way. 

(In my head I see you roll your eyes and ask, what do I care about trolls? Or-- more likely-- you’d just correct me, because you’ve probably read some book about the biology of animals in Skyrim, and I’m sure you’d say that trolls actually prefer relatively elevated vantage points with sufficient taiga cover, or something smart like that.) 

While you’re scolding me in my own head, Thelsa comes up to stand by my side. “Steep climb, right?” she asks. And then she touches my back very gently. “Are you ready, Shara?”

“Yes,” I say. “Are you?”

“Yes.” 

I know I shouldn’t but I turn and I look at her face. She looks back at me, frowning, her eyebrows drawn very slightly together. 

I’m about to do something I haven’t thought through very well. 

“When we get up there,” I say, “Only levitate me up. You should stay here, out of the way. I’ll come tell you when the fighting’s done.” 

Thelsa’s eyes widen. “You want to go in alone?” 

“I’m a good warrior. I’ll be okay.” And then, because the good lies always have a bit of truth, “I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“Or you don’t want me taking the treasure,” Thelsa says, frowning still. 

“I don’t care about treasure,” I insist. “I just think I should do this alone.”

“You’re sweet,” Thelsa says, but her voice doesn’t sound like she means it. Then she starts towards the mountain, “Let’s go.”

“Wait!” I lurch off after her. “Promise you’ll wait outside until I kill them?” 

“Absolutely not. What if you get injured? I’m a healer, you’ll need me.”

“I won’t get injured. Thelsa, come on! Please--” 

I don’t know what’s come over me, but I grab her wrist, as gently as I can, and stop her. She lets me. She’s turned and she’s looking at me again, her hand hanging in my own. 

“Are you really worried about me running away with the treasure?” I ask her.

“Please don’t take it personally,” Thelsa isn’t pulling her arm away from me. “You’re lovely, but you know how it is, out here…” 

“I know, I know. But what if I prove I won’t?” 

“How?”

“I could give you something important of mine. And then you give it back to me when I come back. Here, how about my sword? It’s super important to me, I wouldn’t leave without it.” And my hand goes to the pommel at my hip.

Thelsa just stares at me for a few moments. “If you give me your sword,” she says slowly, “How are you going to fight the bandits?”

“Oh. Right.” I hear your voice in my head: idiot . 

“Enough of this,” Thelsa shakes her head. “Just-- come on.” 

“Wait, I do have something.” I pull my pack from my shoulders, and I push my hand into a side pocket, until I feel something warm amongst the chilly contents. 

Does ebony ever feel warm to you? Ebony always feels warm to me. Maybe it runs in our blood. The ring I pull out of my bag has a tiny bit of heat to it, like holding someone’s hand, nice and comforting. It’s so worn-down that it’s not black any more, but looks dusky and purple from the blueness of my palm.

“Here,” I say, offering it out to Thelsa. “This is really important to me, I wouldn’t run away without it. You can look closely, it’s okay. And even if I do run away-- it’s three-thousand year old ebony, so nothing we find in that cave is more expensive than that.”

Thelsa’s eyes are wide again. She looks at my face, and then she looks at the ring, and then she takes the ring. She holds it very close to her eyes, and then lets her hand fall, fist closing around it. 

“Why are you doing this?” she asks, bewildered. “I don’t get it. Why are you doing this?”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” I tell her. “I want to protect people.” 

I don’t know what the expression on her face means; she is looking at me with so much intensity that it becomes unbearable, and I want to look away, but something compels me to keep looking. I think of you, how you once called me a holy fool; I think of Almalexia’s all-knowing divine smirk; I think of the way Idrenie looked the last time I saw her. For someone who wants to protect people, I haven’t done a very good job so far.

Thelsa lowers her hand. “Fine,” she says, but she seems upset. “Fine, if you insist. I promise I’ll let you deal with them.”

I let my own shoulders fall in relief. “Good. That’s good.”

She nods, and she starts heading towards the mountain. 

“Wait!” I call out to her. “You promised--” 

“I know,” Thelsa replies. “But I need to levitate you up there, don’t I?”

“Oh,” I say. 

Idiot! I hear your voice in my head again. It’s one of those times where you sound so real that I swear I could turn around and see you there. So I look over my shoulder-- I see yellow hills and scraggy trees and a gloomy grey sky and empty wilderness. I see Vvardenfell in all its smoggy ruin. I see the world but I cannot see you. 

When I turn around again, Thelsa is already far ahead. I look forwards once more and run to catch up. 

-

We are standing at the base of the cliff and I am trying to hard not to let Thelsa see how terrified I am. I’m standing stiff as a tin soldier, I’m sweating despite the cold of the day, I think I might start crying if I’m really unlucky, which is weird, because I haven’t cried in years and years. But the ash is making my eyes prickle-- it’s smoggy with ash up on the mountain-- and I’m standing too close to the cliff and for some reason I’m scared that I’m going to cry. Maybe I could climb it, I’m saying to myself-- I’m good at climbing, do you remember when I climbed the whole side of the Temple? You had to float up there, but I climbed up like a gecko, and I startled you when I poked my head up over the edge. But you were upset with me, and I thought it was because I startled you, but now that I’m grown up I realise it’s because you realised then that I didn’t need you any more, that I could get anywhere I wanted to go without your help. I’m sorry I didn’t know why you were so sad then. If I could go back and do everything again, I would have thrown myself off of that roof, and you would have caught me, and I would have told you I’d slipped, that I was scared to be so high, that I needed you to keep me from falling. Would things have turned out differently, if I’d told you how much I needed you? 

“Are you ready?” asks Thelsa. 

In my head I am saying sorry,  I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry , but I nod, and aloud I say, “Ready.” And then, “Don’t worry. And just wait here, okay?”

Thelsa’s brow is drawn in concentration. “Got it.” 

“I’ll call down when I’m done,” I say. 

“Shani,” she says. 

“If someone attacks you, come up and find me--”

“I’m going to lift you up now,” says Thelsa, and she casts her spell. 

Immediately I don’t know why I was so worried. Her magic feels nothing like yours! Your magic feels like it could be my magic; it feels natural, buoyant, just a part of me that I only know about when you’re around. When you make me float I’m like a stick that fell into a pond. 

Thelsa’s spell, on the other hand, plucks me up by the scruff and yanks me upwards with no grace at all. Like I’m a bug scooped up in a cup. It happens in an instant and it alarms me, so I scramble for the cliff-face even as I’m speeding through the air. My hands find purchase on the rocks just as the stranger’s magic flings me over the edge.

I’m glad Thelsa’s all the way down there. That way, she doesn’t see me land on my face. I’m dumped ungracefully onto the ground face-down. I skid a little bit, and then my Ordinator’s training kicks in and I vault to my feet. I draw my sword, take my off-hand knife from my belt, and drop into a fighting stance before I’ve even blinked the dust from my eyes. 

The first thing I notice is a weird feeling in the air. I can’t explain it, but it feels like I’m in your bedroom: there’s this kind of humming all around me, like the air is pressing down on my skin just a little bit. Tension with no source. 

The second thing I notice is that there’s no cave. I’m on a plateau that extends forwards about the length of a large dining room, then ends in another steep cliff. The mountain drops precipitously away on either side of me.

The third thing I notice is the corpses.

Okay, most of them are more like skeletons, but there’s enough desiccated flesh on their naked forms that I make the mistake anyways. There’s about ten or twelve of them, lied out in two neat rows on either side of the plateau, stretching forwards towards the second cliff-face, where the lines join at the base, at the foot of a ghastly altar. 

You would be able to tell me what I’m looking at, wouldn’t you.

I feel my heart quicken; I take a half-step back. “Thelsa,” I call, “I was wrong. There’s no bandits. This is some sort of…” I have no words for what sort of this that this is. 

I take a full step forwards, to the nearest body. Up close, I see that its chest has been opened, there’s a desiccated ashy hole where its heart ought to have once been, its arms are crumpled up behind its back, as if it they were bound there once. The humming feeling I noticed is getting more insistent, the air is angrier and pressing into me, trying to repulse me, or is that just my own revulsion? I’m thinking of you again and I hate that. 

“Thelsa,” I call again, and I turn around--

She is suspended in midair before me and I am finally forced to admit that Telvanni Thelsa is beautiful. 

“Don’t try to raise them,” Thelsa tells me. Her robes are rippling around her, her mousy hair is slipping free of its bun and fluttering around her lovely round face. “I’ve warded this place to the hilt. Here you can raise nor summon nothing. Not even a mere fireball will answer your call. If you wish to flee from me, you are welcome to jump to your death.” 

I step backwards from her. I keep my sword raised. 

“Still have nothing to say?” Thelsa asks. “How annoying. Can we not drop this farce, already? You know who I am.” 

“You’re a necromancer,” I say softly. 

Thelsa’s eyes narrow. “Stop playing stupid.” 

“I’m not playing.” I take another step back, towards the centre of the plateau, where it’s wider. I’m paying attention to the corpses to either side of me, their spacing and proximity, but mostly I’m focused on her.  

As I retreat, Thelsa drifts forwards. “Then stop assuming that I am stupid. Do you seriously think I didn’t recognise you?” Her hands are by her sides, palms upturned, fingers curled like claws. “I mean, really! You couldn’t even keep that fake name straight. Shani? Is that so? I called you Shara at least twice, didn’t you notice?”

My heart is beating too loudly for me to hear you say idiot .

“You gave a different name to everyone in Gnisis,” Thelsa says. “Oh, yes, I’ve been following you for a while. I couldn’t believe my luck when I first saw you. I guess even the blessed must fall, but this… this disguise is truly pathetic. I don’t know who healed those brands for you, but they should’ve rendered you mute, it would’ve served you better. You’re a pathetic liar.” 

The clouds feel lower, up here, there’s electricity in the air. 

“Now,” says Thelsa. “Can we please drop this ridiculous farce? I know who you are, and you know who I am. Before I kill you, I want the pleasure of making you admit your sins. Now drop that sword you don’t know how to use and admit it. Acknowledge me!”

I look at her face very closely. I struggle to think. I say nothing. 

Thelsa’s expression turns incredulous. “You don’t know?” she asks, but even she doesn’t sound certain. “That’s impossible. Unless… you’ve forgotten?” 

“I have no idea who you are,” I confess. 

She replies, “ Karnalta Ra’athim, you bitch!” 

Your name hits me harder than her fist. I guess she’s so mad she’s forgotten to use magic, because she quite literally flies at me, and her hand collides with my cheek before I can react. I step back and raise my sword to knock her away, but she’s already retreated to cast a spell, this time, a proper spell-- I twist to the side, her hand discharges lightning into nothing, and all around us, I hear the groan of the dead start to rise. 

“Wait!” I gasp-- my head is ringing a little--

“How dare you!” Thelsa yells. “You arrogant whore! You narcissistic jerk! Everything you’ve done to me and you don’t even remember me?” 

“I’m not Karnalta!” 

“You liar, you coward! Bad enough you stole my place, now face me like an honest necromancer!” 

“I’m not--”

But the dead are rising now, the first zombie is stumbling towards me. Sloppy resurrections, slow-moving and uncoordinated. I take a leg off of first one with a wide cleave of my sword, then use the motion to turn and jab the tip of my weapon into the abdomen of the second one, robbing it of its momentum. My mind is reeling with shock but my body acts of its own accord. 

The rest of the zombies are beginning to rise, groaning in that terrible, tacky way that necromancers always make their zombies groan, and I want to find room for myself to fight in, but Thelsa is hanging in front of me, blocking my way, sparking with fury. 

“It should have been me,” declares Thelsa. “ I should have gone to Cyrodiil! I should have joined Mannimarco’s side! It should have been me! Not you, you stupid child of nepotism!”

“She’s in Cyrodiil?” I try to ask, though it’s more of an incredulous yell. Another zombie is raising in the corner of my vision.

“It should have been me!” Thelsa sends more fire at me, I barely step out of its range. “They should have taken me! Not you! You rotten exile! You cheat!”

“Please listen! I’m--” 

The zombie gets too close to me before I catch it with the off-hand dagger-- I’ve never wanted so badly for a shield-- there’s two more on my other side and I push the zombie on my dagger into its companions, unbalancing all three, leaving them open to a few quick cuts with my sword. 

“I’m not Karnalta!” I shout, my voice strangled from exertion, “I’m her sister! I’m Karnalta’s twin!” 

Thelsa barks out a laugh. “ That is your new excuse? Even now you persist on lying to me? You’re bad at this, s’wit!” 

“It’s not a lie!” One of the zombies on the ground almost grabs my ankle; I crush its wrist with my foot, an awful crunch, like I’ve stepped on a cockroach. 

The fighting has pushed me forwards; Thelsa has retreated slightly, so that she now hangs over the side of the cliff, she looks like an apparition of wrath against the cold sky beyond. 

“Stop trying to deceive me!” Thelsa’s hands are moving again, I hear more zombies moving, I see fire forming in her hands. “Stop lying about who you are!” 

“Wait-- I’m Iliah!” I can hear the rest of the zombies shuffling into animation, the oppressive stench of conjuration is everywhere. 

“No lie can spare you now!” 

“My name is Iliah!” My voice is breaking. How long has it been since I’ve said these words? “I am Iliah Ra’athim! Iliah Ra’athim! Karnalta is my sister!” 

Thelsa’s hands become wreathes of flame. “This is the end of you--” 

Karnalta, you were right about me. I am an idiot. I do things that I haven’t thought through first. 

Once I had you to tell me what to do, and when you weren’t telling me what to do, you were telling me why the thing I was about to do was dumb, and then I wouldn’t do it. But I don’t have you any more. 

But if we’re being honest, I haven’t had you since I was a child. I never listened when you told me not to do stupid things. I’d do them anyways and I’d have to live with it. This is all, entirely me, doing things without knowing why I do them, living alone with the consequences. 

You’ll never even know about any of this. These stupid thoughts are all my own.

So I do something I haven’t really thought through. 

I run. I leap from the cliff. I wrap my arms as tightly around Thelsa as I can. 

I drive my dagger into her as we fall. 

-

A child perches high in a tree, a book resting in her lap. It is a beautiful spring day in Mournhold, and the Moril tree in which she sits is thick with fragrant blush-pink blooms. Bees dodder around her, a cliff-darter perches on a branch nearby. Clock-crickets hum their eerily mechanical melodies all around her; the child, completely engrossed in her book as she is, pays them no attention. So enraptured is she by the story she reads that she does not even notice that someone is climbing the tree. She does not hear the rustling below her, the creaking of branches, the occasional clatter of bark scraped from the trunk by a careless foot. She does not hear the cliff-darter croak in alarm and take flight. She notices nothing, until a head drops down from above and proclaims: 

“Found you, Kar!” 

The child cries out in fright, and looks up. The mirror image of herself is lying across the branches above her, head dangling just in front of her face. 

“Iliah!” the child shouts. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” says her twin, with a gawky grin. “Hi.” 

“How did you get up here?”

“I climbed.”

“All the way up?”

“Yeah.” 

“Iliah, you idiot, you could’ve fallen!” Karnalta puts her book down, wearing a frown as big and unabashed as her sister’s grin. “You would’ve gotten hurt!”

Iliah shakes her head. “Kneads-Dough says kids our age bounce.” 

“She didn’t mean it literally, moron.” 

“ You’re up here. You didn’t fall.” 

“I can levitate! You can’t! Only a complete idiot would climb up here! And stop dangling upside-down, it’s bad for your brain, you don’t have a lot of brain to start with!” 

Iliah flips herself right-side up, then drops onto the branch Karnalta sits on. She straddles it and faces her sister, no longer smiling. “You shouldn’t call me names,” she says.

“You deserve it,” says Karnalta briskly. “You risked your life in a stupid way by coming up here! Really, what if you’d fallen?” 

“You’d have known,” Iliah says, matter-of-fact. “You’d catch me.”

“I’m not a mind-reader. You don’t even have a mind to read.” 

Iliah kicks out at the tree. “It’s not my fault,” she protests. “You didn’t tell me where you went.”

“That’s your big reason to die? That you couldn’t find me?”

“Well, yeah.” 

“You’re such an idiot!” Karnalta reaches out and gives Iliah a gentle hit on the leg. “You could’ve just waited. I would’ve come back.”  

“But I don’t want to wait. I miss you.” 

“Why?” 

“Cause you weren’t there.”

“I mean, why do you miss me?” 

“... Because I like being around you?” 

“Iliah,” says Karnalta, crossing her arms and speaking very sternly, “To ‘miss’ something suggests you don’t have it. But we are twins. We have the same blood and the same bones and the same meat. We are identical on a cellular level. It is irrational to miss me, because there is nothing I have that you don’t.” 

“You have a brain,” Iliah points out. Then she grins another gawky grin. “You smiled!” 

“No I didn’t,” says Karnalta, smiling. “Just…” 

“... Just what?”  

“I would miss you if you died. So stop doing dumb stuff like climbing.”

Iliah rolls her eyes. “I already told you,” she said. “I’m not going to fall to my death. You’d catch me.” 

“You don’t know that!” 

“Yes I do. Watch--” 

And Karnalta watches as her mirror image slips sideways off of the branch, disappearing into the blush-coloured foliage of a beautiful Mournhold spring. 

-

I’m on my back. A cliff reaches up above me, and above that, an awful, grey, gloomy Vvardenfell sky. 

I kept my eyes open as I was falling, and that’s the only reason I see it. It’s only there for a moment-- the grey of a spectre against the grey of the sky. Its bony arms cradle me, alighting me on the ground, and then it’s gone, quiet, without fanfare, as if it had only been a speck of dust in my watery eyes. 

Still, I lie there for a while, trying to convince myself that I haven’t just fallen to my death. I feel unharmed aside from a bit of singing around my forearms. My dagger is no longer in my hand, nor is my sword. If any of my bones are broken, I can’t feel it yet. 

I turn my head to one side. Thelsa is lying a little ways away from me, also on her back, also staring up at the sky, though she is not blinking. Her face is already paler than it was when we travelled together, her lovely round cheeks sallowing. At her breast, driven through the beautiful Telvanni shawl I’d helped her wrap around her neck, the hilt of my dagger sits at a strange angle. 

Carefully, I raise myself off of the ground, then stand on my knees by her side. I’m a little dizzy, but truly unharmed; I look over Thelsa, though I think I already know what I’ll find if I search her. Still, I search. 

One of her hands is open, its palm burned black with the back-discharge of a fireball. The other is clasped tightly around a plain but enchanted ebony ring. 

I wrest the ring from her clenched hand. It feels perhaps a little cooler than it did before, but I cradle it all the same. When we were children, Karnalta and I used to play in the long-abandoned Ra’athim tombs that lay below Mournhold, and, being badly disciplined, we would occasionally take souvenirs, one of which was this ring. Karnalta used to ridicule the ‘mere’ spell of summon ancestral ghost that had been imbued upon it, but I was always too aware of the fact that it would probably summon our ancestors, our family, so I kept it my whole life, out of some sense of obligation. I even took it on this quest with me.

And then I understand two things: 

One of them is that I am still Iliah. 

The other is that I will never speak to Karnalta again. 

I pull my dagger from Thelsa's breast, wipe it clean on her shirt, put it back in my belt. I pull her scarf over her face. Then I rise, turn away, embrace myself, check my ribs for breakages. When I'm confident that I'm unharmed, I push the ring into my trouser pocket. Where did I leave my pack? Ah, right, there by the cliff's base.

It’ll be a long walk back to anywhere inhabited. I don’t have a very good sense of direction, and to be honest, I was a bit distracted when Thelsa was leading me here, so I’m not fully certain where I’ve ended up. I know we’ve come far north, much further than the bandit camp I’d been aiming for, but I’m not sure if it would make sense to aim all the way for the coast. I try to think back to the map of Vvardenfell: Ald Velothi lies north of Gnisis, doesn’t it? Or was it Khuul? At any rate, Idrenie told me that ashlanders live along the north coast, and maybe I’ll run into them. I can probably find some good things to barter from Thelsa’s corpse, and she left her travel-pack behind as well. 

It’s going to be a long, lonely journey, and I’m not yet a year into my quest. Somehow, I find that I don’t mind. It will be good to have some time alone so that I can get my thoughts in order. Besides, I owe Almalexia a long conversation, and there’s a lot of Ordinator-ly meditation and prayer that I’ve been slacking off on. 

Maybe I’ll meet someone interesting on the road. 

#i highly recommend ao3 for this one it is very long #i know literally nobody was asking for a 10k 1st person pov iliah fic. not sure what came over me here #iliah #fic

[little-emerald-snake]

Kinktober Day 22

Knife Play - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

2.4k (Oops)

Sebastian sat in the wooden chair beside his desk. In one hand he held the schematics for the specific dig site he was on and in the other was a dagger with an ornate enchanted metal green snake for a handle.

The dagger had been a gift from someone very important to him long ago and he kept it close by as a reminder of the comfort she had provided him during their time at Hogwarts. As he sat there, dropping the schematics to the side he listened to the quiet clang of picks hard at work outside he imagined her trailing him and finding the hidden camps he’d set up in many different locations to dig for the traces of Ancient Magic she’d been so accustomed to finding spread across the highlands.

While he himself had never been able to see the traces of magic like she could he could definitely feel for it and with the aid of dark magic he found it very easy for himself to track down these lingering sources of magic hidden around the world.

He knew that she had gotten wind of him moving across the highlands searching for these traces to collect and use for his own purposes. When his sister had abandoned him shortly after he had rid the world of his uncle, she’d fallen even more ill without someone there to care for her during her time of illness. She’d eventually passed away and Sebastian had ever since held a grudge against every single Auror who didn’t catch Rookwood, every goblin who had aided Rookwood in his search for the magic, and every person who’d ever held him back from finding a cure for his twin.

He could imagine now that the sweet girl he’d attended Hogwarts all those years ago was hot on his trail and he didn’t know if he loved her for trailing him down or hated her for not stopping the even worse threats that were currently lurking about the wizarding world, ready to lay waste to another young boys family members.

Yes he’d gone around and killed many different beings who he’d felt personally wronged him in his past but certainly he wasn’t one of the bigger threats out in the wizarding world and they all knew it.

Shortly after graduating hogwarts she had become an Auror and while he was proud of her it left him a bit miffed that she would go into the ministry to hunt dark wizards instead of taking his hand and agreeing to move within the shadows, neutralizing threats his way, the way they’d done throughout their school years.

He’d since broken off to do his own thing and they’d lost contact not long after with how much moving around they both did. A few months later he’d gotten in over his head and gotten pretty battered during a dark wizard camp raid. He decided then that he needed to be stronger if he was working alone and from there his desire to take down those who’d wronged him had spiraled out of control.

He suddenly jumped up from his seat when he’d realized the clangs of metal were no longer audible and he drew his wand, listening to the too quiet exterior of his tent for any signs of movement.

After all this is exactly what he’d waited for, his chance alone with her where she’d think she’d have the upper hand when really he had lured her ever so specifically into his trap. He’d even made it easy for her, no grunts protecting or working with him, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs and clues to his next destinations and staying just long enough in one space that he knew she’d be able to gain on him.

His eyes zero’d in on a flap of his tent moving ever so slightly. To the untrained eye it could have looked like the wind but after all, he’d taught her the very same disillusionment spell she was using and could spot her a mile away. After all, in order to cause trouble he had to know how to spot it well.

He couldn’t hide the smirk as he quickly got into stance and casted a Glacius spell directly at her. Her disillusionment spell lifted and for a few moments the girl he’d come to adore in his school days, now a bit older, was frozen before him with a look of shock on her pretty face.

He grinned widely and made a move to get behind her before she unfroze. When she did he quickly grabbed both her wrists and held them firmly behind her back, sticking his knee into the blacks of hers till she landed on her knees, tumbling till her chest on the ground with a slight ‘oof’.

She grunted in frustration and fought against his hold just as he had predicted. He aimed his wand at her wrist and casted Incarcerous which quickly bound her wrists together. He smirked, moving his knee to her mid back and binding her ankles with the same binding spell.

She grunted again and thrashed below him but his knee kept her firmly in place. “Ah! You’re hurting me! Sebastian!”

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head and pulling the dagger from his desk. “Your a shit liar darling, you have to remember, I know you. I’ve fought alongside you and I know your weaknesses and your strengths. I lured you right into my arms after all. I know you’re not in pain, you’re trying to make me ease up on you so you can gain control again.”

She scoffed, finally giving up on thrashing, huffing in irritation as he pinned her down. “I should have known this was a trap…you just knew I’d come for you on my own didn’t you…”

He nodded in satisfaction, lifting his weight off her and moving to roll her onto her back, straddling her waist. He chucked as she gave him the most angry look she could muster. “You know the ministry will have my head for this…for chasing after you alone without a partner…and because of our history.”

He nodded again, bringing the knife to the bottom of her shirt and sliding the sharp side of the blade through the material with ease. “Oh darling, I of all people know what a risk it is to fraternize with me. Especially because of all the things you’ve told them about my past I’m sure.”

She thrashed again and spat with anger as she yelled. “Sebastian STOP. I haven’t told anyone about you. You fucking know that they would have come after you for your crimes had I said anything about you to anyone.”

He shushed her and pulled her now cut shirt out of the way so he could see her bare stomach and bra. He groaned, bringing the tip of the knife to the middle of her bra. “I’m sure there’s a way we can settle this. You know after all, I’m not hurting anyone in the wizarding world…you already took care of Rookwood for me.”

She shook her head and tried to slide her body out from under him to avoid him cutting her clothing away. She didn’t know what his angle was, but she didn’t like it. “Stop, please! I didn’t kill him for you! I…he was going to kill me if I didn’t take care of things. You know he was doing the same thing you are right now…trying to take the repository's magic and use them for his own sick personal gain.”

Sebastian held the dull side of his knife to her throat and barked out. “That’s not true! I just need a bit…so I can heal people who have suffered inexplicable amounts of pain. I can take that pain away! You know it! You saw Isadora's memory just like I did!”

She looked away, scared of the blade he held to her throat. The one she’d given him all those years ago. Frustrated that he was still on about this and still trying to use this magic the wrong way.

She knew his intentions were good but he was going to hurt someone. “Sebastian…Isadora couldn’t contain that dark energy once she drew it out…you and I both know thi-“

He’d pushed the blade deeper into her throat and yelled. “So?! She wasn’t strong enough but I AM. I can take those bits of pain. You and I both know I’ve already suffered so much. What’s a little more…if it means someone else won’t suffer then it’s worth it.”

She shook her head, minding his blade although she could feel the sharp edge wasn’t against her which meant he had no intention of actually hurting her. “Sebastian, listen to me…please. I don’t want you to get targeted by the ministry or worse, hurt. Why don’t you just come home with me and we can talk. I can talk about helping you get a job with the ministry…you can recover from your past. I believe in you, and I still love you.”

He growled but she could see that tears shone in his eyes. He slowly pulled back the blade, looking down at her partially covered chest. The skin he used to touch, the same body she used to coax him through a bad night, when the world felt like it would swallow him whole in a pit of sadness.

His heart lurched as he reached forward and used the blade to cut her bra open. She was even more of a woman than he remembered and it sent a shiver down his spine.

He watched as her breathing shifted from flighty and angry to shallow excited breaths and it spurred him on. He took the dull edge of his dagger and dragged it from the dip in her throat down between her breasts and ended at her belly button.

Her hips wiggled excitedly as she traced the movement down her body. “S-Sebastian…untie me and we can do this properly.”

In reality her stomach was flip flopping with excited nerves and anxiousness. She wanted to sooth him through his troubles but in honesty she knew he was a bit of a grenade right now and any wrong move could cause him to detonate.

He flipped, straddling her to face her legs now instead. She gasped when she felt him lift the fabric of her skirt. Another gasp when the cool edge of his blade placed against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Seb…y-you wouldn’t cut me with the blade I got you would you?”

He ignored her, dragging the blade across her skin as if he was cutting her. As far as she could tell he was only using the dulled edge against her skin again but it made a rush of anxiety mixed with excitement rush through her nonetheless.

He pulled her skirt up higher and dragged the blade up her inner thigh till it reached the hem of her underwear. He quickly turned the blade and with his other hand pulled the fabric away from her skin, easily sliding the knife through her underwear.

A shiver went through her body as she laid on her aching bound hands. The angle was awful but honestly she had craved his touch since the last time she’d seen him and the adrenaline coursing through her only pushed her more towards oblivion.

They’d always felt this way together. Sexy, dangerous, high from the adrenaline and emotion that easily passed between them.

She gasped when the next thing she felt was skin warmed metal pressing into her center. She sat up on her elbows as best she could, trying to peer around him. “Sebastian! Are you trying to push the handle into me?!”

Sebastian chuckled darkly and pulled the handle of the blade away from her sex, looking back at her with a dark smirk painted across his features. “I’ll let you watch if you promise to stay still.”

He was offering her an olive branch and she knew she had to take it. She knew ultimately Sebastian would never hurt her and taking this chance could help him see that even at his darkest she could still manage him, help him come back.

She gave a shy nod and he carefully slid off of her body and moved between her legs. She could see the blade in his hand and she winced at the small drops of blood that left his hand. “Sebastian, you're bleeding!”

He shook his head and pressed it to her opening again. She tossed her head back, blushing at the thought of the ornate metal snake head entering her body.

He pressed on till the head was inside of her. She couldn’t help the moan that left her lips as he plunged it deeper into her to the hilt.

She lifted her head and his dark eyes were on hers in an instant. She glanced down only for a moment, her eyes flicking between the handle of his blade inside of her most intimate place and his tented pants.

He pulled the blade back out and she moaned. The scaled texture of the handle was more intense than she’d imagined. It felt incredible and she couldn’t help the sounds she made as he slowly began pumping in and out of her.

She couldn’t help the concern for his bleeding hand but if the blade biting into his palm hurt him his face didn’t let on.

He leaned down, still pumping the blade in and out of her, drawing pleasurable moans from her plump lips. His own lips landed on her soft belly, kissing her skin gently which had her brain bouncing around trying to figure out if his next move would be crude and rough or sweet and soft.

She laid back on her hands, back arching as he sped up, sensing her body’s need. She was soaking wet, allowing the handle of his blade to easily slide in and out of her with ease. “Pretty girl, look how well you're taking it. Such a dirty slut, letting me fuck you with my dagger like this.”

She moaned loud, back arching up higher, the head of the snake handle inside of her nudging directly against her g spot. “S-Sebastian, I’m gonna…ahh!”

Sebastian smirked as she fell apart around the handle of his knife. The blade bit into his hand but it was worth it to see her like this, back arched and eyes rolled back underneath him as they always should have been. “That’s it, pretty girl. That’s exactly how I remember you, always so eager to cum for me. No matter how I give you pleasure, my pretty girl. You know we aren’t done, we have all night left and I know how much you like to cum for me.”

Kinktober Prompt List

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #writing challenge #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Unrequited love?

Request: Could you possibly do one about unrequited love (or so they think) and the reader just spirals and starts getting in trouble and doing things like getting drunk and doing drugs, etc. I really want something that hits me in the feels, but has a happy ending. Requested by: @lelenikki​ 

I hope I did it justice <3

Steve has been friends with you since childhood. The two of you were inseparable but the older you got the more complicated your relationship became. 

Lately you’ve been having a really hard time hiding your true feelings for Steve and after thinking about what you should do about it you decide that it was probably best to just rip the Band-Aid off and tell him how you truly feel.  Okay. You got this, what’s the worst that can happen? He says no, it ruins our friendship, he laughs...Okay maybe we shouldn’t say anything... The more you got in your head the more anxious you became. You take a deep breath before leaving to meet him at Family video, his shift should be over soon.

As you pull up to Family video you see Steve at the counter with his back towards the door as he talks to Robin. You walk in as softly as you can so you don’t pull his attention away from her. You start to walk towards the counter to return the movies you had rented earlier when you overhear him talking “I don’t know Rob, I think I’m in love her. Maybe that’s why none of these dates have been a success.” Your heart breaks. You’ve known Steve your whole life and he has only loved one person, Nancy Wheeler, and you know you can never live up to someone as amazing as Nancy. You decide that the late fee isn’t as bad as facing Steve right now so you turn around and rush back to your car. Robin looks over hearing the bell ring and she sees your figure leaving quickly, deep in her gut she knows you just overheard Steve and she’s ready to kill him for it. She shakes her head at him “You’re an idiot you dingus” and she walks to the breakroom to try and call you. 

Since you were still driving home she got your messaging machine making her sigh before leaving a message asking if she can come over after work to hang out and she promises to bring your favorite take out. But instead of heading home you started to head to the trailer park to talk to Eddie. 

Eddie started to become one of your closet friends and he was the only person you’ve told about your feelings towards Steve. You know he’s going to be upset seeing you devasted but you couldn’t be alone right now. You pull up and quickly get out, you start to knock on the door as you hear him yell for you to come in. He’s excited to see you until he sees the tears falling down your cheeks. “Sweetheart? What the hell happened” He rushes over to you and pulls you to his chest. You mumble against him and all he hears is Steve’s name but that’s all he needs to hear. 

He slowly pulls away and he wipes your face free of the tears, “Steve’s an idiot for not seeing how amazing you are. You deserve better.” You nod softly before asking if you can spend the night with him. He smiles “Of course, but I do have a party I need to go sell at, why don’t you come with and enjoy yourself. I won’t be drinking or anything so you can let loose.” You agree but honestly if you knew how the night would turn out you wish you hadn’t. 

It’s around nine o’clock when the party is really in full motion. You try to stick by Eddie’s side for the majority of the night but he didn’t want you involved with the sales so he would leave for about twenty minutes every other hour to take care of business. During one of the times you were left alone you went to go get yourself another drink. Walking to the kitchen you are trying to slip in between people to get to the drinks but it’s so crowded you keep getting pumped into. “Watch it” Some guy seethes as you almost knock his drink over. You mumble an apology as you finally get your own drink.

As you wait for Eddie to come back you realize you really need to pee. Being already a bit drunk you don’t even think about bringing your drink with you and you just sit it down before leaving to go to the bathroom. Eddie finishes up and he goes to meet you again but as he walks up to your spot he sees someone putting something in a cup. He assumes it’s empty and doesn’t do anything as he starts looking around for you. What he doesn’t know is that was your cup. And the person who put something in it was the guy you pumped into earlier.

You come back from the bathroom and you see Eddie back from the deal. You smile and walk up to him with a sway in your step. Eddie looks at you amused seeing that you are definitely at least tipsy already, when you get to him he places his hands on your shoulders to steady you “Okay sweetheart I think we need to take you home” You nod before grabbing your cup from the table “After this drink Ed’s”  you mumble. You drink it quickly before Eddie can say anything and you throw the cup down before wrapping your arms around him “Okay...let’s go” He chuckles and helps you to the van. 

He can tell something is wrong by just the way you’re sitting in the van. Your head keeps falling forward which isn’t a sign of you just being drunk and he starts to freak out. As he drives he is trying to get you to keep talking to him but he can tell by how your words slur more and more you’re getting worse. He rushes home and once he gets there he sees that Wayne is already there which makes him sigh in relief. He picks you up and carries you to the trailer before yelling out for Wayne’s help. As soon as Wayne walks in to the living room he can tell something is wrong, “Boy what happened?” Eddie explains what you guys were doing and Wayne loses color in his face, “We need to get her to a hospital” 

Eddie and Wayne rushes you to the hospital and explains what is happening to the staff. They hurry you to a room and start to pump your stomach but they won’t let the Munson men follow, which leads to them pacing around the waiting room. The hospital went ahead and called your emergency contact, which happens to be Steve, making him rush to the hospital in a panic. 

When he arrives he is greeted by Wayne trying to calm him down but as he sees Eddie all he can see is red. “How could you not watch her! She could be seriously in trouble and you were bust doing what? Selling drugs like the deadbeat you are?! God you were probably the one to do this to her” Eddie whimpers making Wayne clench his jaw “Harrington I know you’re worried but don’t you dare every say that shit again! Eddie took care of her, he made sure she got help, where were you at? If you’re so concerned for her why weren’t you there?” Steve is taken back and he goes to make an excuse but Wayne just puts his hand up and walks away.

Steve walks over to sit next to Eddie and he clenches his jaw trying to apologize “I didn’t mean anything I said. I know you care about her, I’m just freaked out” Eddie scoffs “How do you think I feel? I should’ve been watching closer” Steve goes to reassure Eddie that it really isn’t his fault but the doctor walks over before he can. Eddie stands up quickly “How is she?” 

“She’s going to be okay. You brought her in just in time son, we got everything out of her system but it seems like her drink was spiked heavily at that party. If you know who did it I recommend calling the sheriff about it, that’s an extreme offense.” Eddie nods softly already planning on talking to Hopper as soon as you get out of here. The doctor tells them that they can go see you which makes both boys rush to your room. 

You are just waking up as you see Eddie and Steve come into your room. You smile at Eddie but scoff at Steve, really not wanting to see him. Steve is taken back at your reaction towards seeing him but he tries to brush it off. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” Eddie asks softly. You shrug “I’m okay for the situation” he nods before pushing your hair back “I am so sorry sweetheart. I should have been there, I should-” you cut him off quickly “Ed’s it isn’t your fault at all. Don’t even try to blame yourself” He nods before looking back at Steve seeing him tearing up at the sight of you with iv’s in you and you being connected to machines. Eddie leans in and whispers to you “I think I’m going to tell Wayne how you’re doing. Go easy on him okay?” You scoff before nodding, which makes Eddie smile before he leans down and kisses your forehead. 

Steve clenches his jaw and jealousy fills him as Eddie lips connect to your skin.

As Eddie leaves Steve walks closer to your hospital bed and he goes to hold your hand but as he touches your skin you jerk back as if his touch burns you. “There is something I need to tell you” Steve says as he pulls away from you. You grow nervous as you expect him to tell you that he is getting back with Nancy. You nod showing him that he can continue and he clears his throat trying to find the words. 

“When I got that call...I thought I was going to lose you. And that made me realize I need to tell you the truth.” You grow even more nervous trying to figure out what he was going to say. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “You’re my best friend. But I don’t want to be friends anymore.” You whimper and tears fill your eye immediately, he see’s this and starts to freak out “No! Not like that, just...just let me finish.” You nod and he continues, “I want...god this is hard. I want to be more... I want to take you out, I want to hold you and kiss you, I want to spoil you and show you how much I love you” You gasps hearing this confession. “Are...Are you asking me out Stevie?” He nods softly as he stares anywhere but at you. “Steve. I would love to go out, but...but what about Nancy?” Steve looks at you confused “Nancy? What about her?”  You scoff thinking that he’s such an idiot. 

“I overheard you talk to Robin about how you’re in love with Nancy earlier today.” Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t talking about her” You eyes widen, “Y-You weren’t” He laughs and shakes his head “No, I was talking about you! I’ve have had feelings for you since junior year” Your cheeks redden as you start to feel embarrassed “oh...” you mutter making him laugh. “So? Can I take you out after you’re released and start to feel better?” You smile, “I can’t wait” 

I really hope you liked it! Thank you for the request, if you did like it please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging! It all means the world to me <3 

Request are always open

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Harvest festival thing but with...

Sebek, Jack, Duce, Epel,and Ace??

Harvest Festival | Yandere Twisted Wonderland x Crewel Reader

Sebek Zigvolt

“WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM, (Y/N)?”

He would deny it up and down if he was asked

But he’s been fuming throughout the entire event

To see you wear an old tribal wedding toga enrages him 

Just at the visual implication it represents

So he’s oddly jumping at the opportunity to come to your aide

“It's nothing Sebek I’m simply regaining some energy.”

“If you need anything! I’m am here first and foremost!”

“Thank you, Sebek.”

He leaves you be 

Instead opting to ward off anyone disrupting you 

“BACK AWAY! IF SHE TRULY WAS THE GODDESS YOU PRAISE HER AS THAN YOU’D RESPECT HER REST!” 

Jack Howl

“Are you..alright (Y/n)?”

He pays a lot of attention to you 

Likeanygoodmatedoes

He’s noticed the way your painted eyelids droop

Or how you slyly let out an exhausted sigh

“Thank you for checking, Jack. But I’m just worn.” 

“That’s reasonable, you’ve been entertaining everyone all day. It doesn’t seem like you’ll be needed for a little while. I can…lend a shoulder if you like.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

Jack’s tail is going insane 

He’s happy this bench has an opening for it

He’s practically growling if anyone comes within 6 feet

“Grrr, can’t you see we’re busy!” 

Deuce Spade

“Having fun?”

He’s just trying to see if you’re tired because of everyone or tired because your bored

Because if that’s the case he’ll happily bring an end to it 

He’s a little angry when he watches you tiredly roll your neck

“I think so…just a little exhausted. That’s all.”

“W-would you like me to g-give you a massage?”

“If it isn’t too much trouble.”

“IT WOULD BE..*ahem* my pleasure.”

He’s trying to keep himself calm 

As he rubs your shoulders

He makes an effort to leave some space between your back and his front

Just because he can’t stop looking at the exposed plush of your neck

He’dlovetokissit

“Y-you can relax with me here  (Y/n).”

Epel Felmier

“If you want you can lean on me.”

He recognizes that painted tiredness anywhere

And he loves to be your knight in shining armor 

So he offers right away 

Happily offering himself while you’ve slipped away to rest

“I appreciate that Epel, but I’d rather not set myself to fall asleep while there's still the whole night.”

“Are you doubting me? I’ll wake you up before then.”

“Well if you insist.”

He’ll do his part 

Blushing all the while you catch some z’s 

And in the end, he really does contemplate letting you return to the festival

It’d be so easy to tell everyone you’ve fallen ill and need your rest 

But he knows that the princess academy will swoop you out of his grasp

So the best he can do is to keep you company occupyallyourattention for the rest of the night

“Oh, sorry (Y/n)’s dancing with me for the next-every round…maybe someone else will want to dance with you!”

Ace Trappola

“You hungry?”

He’s been watching you throughout the whole day

Who is he kidding, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you

Refusing to uncross his arms

As you were paraded around with Idia and the descendant of Demeter

He waits until you’re sighing alone

Making sure you stay that way by waiting creating the perfect opportunity

Swooping in with a plate already gotten from the now-put-away feast

Of course with all your favorites 

“Thank you, Ace. I, unfortunately, had to keep my plate small in light of the activity.”

“I saw. Babe, I don’t know how you get this kind of attention all the time.YeahIdobutIhatehit”

“You don’t? If you don’t already know you must not spend enough time around me.”

“Oh please, maybe I should spend more time with you, then.”

“Maybe you should.”

He knows your teasing him 

But he’s using it as his excuse to hang out with you pushothersoutoftheway

“Ehem got room for one more, oh goddess?”

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst x reader #yanderes x reader #yanderes x crewel daughter reader #crewel daughter reader #crewel reader #yandere deuce spade #yandere deuce spade x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace x reader #yandere jack howl #yandere jack howl x reader #yandere jack x reader #yandere sebek zigvolt #yandere sebek #yandere epel felmier #yandere epel x reader #yandere epel #yahdere epel #yandere #yanderes

[theflyindutchwoman]

I know it’s disappointing that Lucy ranked so low in the detective’s exam, but let’s not forget that hardship when it comes to promotions it’s nothing new in the show. Both Angela and Nolan had their problems before getting to their current positions. One of the first things we learned about Angela is that she wanted to make detective and she didn’t make it until season 3 and Nolan was sent away so he couldn’t take the TO exam (in hindsight they just handed him the promotion later on in season 5 but I hope it kinda shows my point?)

Don’t get me wrong, I would have love for our girl to get the score she actually deserves, but I also wanna see where we go from here.

Oh, as disappointed and enraged as I am for Lucy, I also want to see how this is all going to play out. And in light of her upcoming storyline, let's just say that I'm even more intrigued. But what makes this so heartbreaking is the unfairness of the situation and the optics. It was never about Lucy's competence, even though that's the only thing that should matter. It was never about the sprinklers. That was just a convenient excuse. She got penalised for something that might be questionable (the five-player trade and getting her man a promotion) but she didn't break any rule. Worse : her promotion was blocked by someone who directly reaped the rewards of what she did. Let's take the time to acknowledge that Primm is now a lieutenant while he was still referred as a detective in s5.

And yet, this is nothing new. When Lucy found out about her score, all I could think about was what she said back in s1 : "Look, this kind of obstacle is new to you, but it's status quo for me. You're a novelty item right now, but in 13 months, you'll be a P2, and the cops will treat you like one of the guys, but I'll- I'll have to prove myself to every cop I work with." (1.01) "You'll never be in my shoes. And you'll never know how unfair that is." (1.04) And I hope that this is acknowledged. I hope this is part of her arc. Because this is all too real for women. And even more so for women of color.

Because yes, you're right, Angela and Nolan faced some hardships before being promoted… In Angela's case, it was due to a terrible mistake that she did. One that had devastating consequences (don't get me wrong, it was heartbreaking to see Angela in that position and she more than earned her promotion). Now, Nolan's situation was far more similar to the one Lucy's in : he pissed off a higher-up who decided to block him. Only since it lasted one episode, I can barely consider this as a hardship. Especially since he actually got the Golden Ticket for his trouble. You know, the thing that Nyla got after years of intense undercover work… (again with the optics here). So unless Lucy gets back on track in an episode or two, that would be a major double standard. One that circles back to what Lucy said in s1. And one that isn't new. Nolan broke the rules several times along the years and while he got punished, it never really stuck for long. Whereas Lucy hasn't broken anything and still got penalised.

All of this to say that I don't mind this storyline as long as it is treated properly. Besides, it's not like we didn't know it was coming… We were warned since the moment we found out about the detective exam. So I am looking forward to seeing what Lucy will do next. One thing I know is that every time she has been underestimated, she has prevailed and proved herself. But that's part of the issue, isn't it? She still has to prove herself. Despite getting a medal, despite being handpicked for the UC Academy while still being on patrol, despite being chosen to act as Watch Commander for a day, despite being listed as the arresting officers while she was an aide… All of these things that were supposed to help her advance her career weren't enough in the end. Scratch that : it didn't even matter. And that's why it hurts so much. So I really hope that she gets everything she deserves at the end of her arc. That this is going to be her season :)

#I guess I have a lot of feelings #I'm sorry Anon for unloading on your ask 🫣 #ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #6.03

[theladyofdeath]

Lady Death's Lover {Prologue}

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous

Summary: Nesta Archeron has been married off to Tomas Mandray to secure a comfortable future for her father and sisters. Although grateful to be wed, Nesta holds no love for her husband. Lost in a state of depression, she meets her husband's newest business partner and can't seem to stay away.

A/N: New story alert! You know I love a good period piece. Please note the trigger warnings for each chapter. This story deals with some pretty heavy topics. Chapters will be posted twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays! I hope you all enjoy. :)

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

My Dearest Sisters,

I cannot be more grateful. Tomas is a dream and I am more blessed than I ever thought imaginable. Although I am not yet with child, Tomas and I grow nearer every day. It is only a matter of time before we find our family growing and I simply cannot wait for that day to come.

My summer is looking quite full. I am not certain when I will be able to visit. I am scheduled to host a ball in a matter of weeks, and being a woman that runs a household is a chore in itself. There is always something to do, always someone that needs something, always a fire that must be put out. 

I think of you both often. I hope that my marriage has brought you both comforts that we did not have before. Tomas promises that he sends aid each week and knowing that you both are well taken care of brings me much joy. How is Father? He does not write, and I do not blame him. We never did get along, and even now, I’m not sure if I’d truly like to hear from him. Nonetheless, I hope he is well and his leg is not causing him too much trouble. If he is doing poorly, please let me know so that I may help. 

Feyre, I hope that you have ceased contact with Isaac Hale. We all know the rumors surrounding him, and he is not good enough for you. I hope you do not find that cruel. I only care for you and your reputation. With the help of Tomas’ aid, you can find a husband that is a gentleman — someone who does not take you for granted, someone who can provide for you like father has not been able to. Take care of yourself. Respect yourself. Wait for a man to come along who can give you the world.

Elain, how is Graysen? I know how the two of you would stare into each other’s eyes lovingly, but the last few letters have lacked any mention of him. I hope he has not broken your heart. If he has, I vow to travel these agonizing miles and see to it myself. Please be certain that he cherishes you. If he does not, you are free to reject him. Money is no longer an issue and you do not have to do anything you do not wish to do. 

I love you both dearly and hope you are doing well. Please write back with any news. I think of you both every day and long for the day that I will wrap you both in my arms.

Love always,

Nesta 

I stare at the letter before me as the ink dries on the parchment.

I read it once, then twice, three times to be sure I have left nothing out. 

The truth is this: I have left out a million things. I have left out my misery, my anguish, my everyday pain. I have ignored the truth of my own life and have asked after the lives of my sisters. Yes, the letter lacks depth, but I have always lacked depth. There is no use in starting now.

Once I sign my name at the bottom, I fold up the letter and seal it with wax. 

I wish it was longer.

I wish it held all the words that I cannot seem to say.

I wish it held the truth. 

I give the letter to my lady’s maid.

She smiles as she takes it, thinking it’s the world’s greatest honor to be delivering a piece of my mail. 

Little does she know that the letter truly means nothing.

Our lives here mean nothing. 

Maybe she doesn’t mind the nothingness, doesn’t mind the irrelevant place she holds in my husband’s household. Do not get me wrong — I adore my lady’s maid, but I do not deserve her. I do not truly need her. 

I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

At least, that is what I thought before I married Tomas Mandray.

Now, I am nothing more than his wife, nothing more than a trophy on a pedestal to be ogled over by the ton. Yet, I cannot be angry at this life that I have been given. I cannot regret my place in society.

My family is taken care of.

My sisters are promised great futures.

My father has not drowned in ruin.

And I am a lady, the wife of a lord.

Too bad that is all that I am.

I am a lady, and nothing more. 

#nessian #nesta #cassian #fanfic #fanfiction #period au #19th century au #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #sjm

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Preview|

Summery: The future was a scary and unknown thing. Not even God could predict what might happen down the line. And so, when faced with the unknown, he would create someone who could look into the future and what it has to offer.

However, with the knowledge what would be, comes with a heavy burden. Fate was unkind to most and not every future would be bright.

Warning(s): Angst, Violence, Major Character Death, OOC, AU(maybe?), Use Of Y/n, Slow burn, Friends To Lovers

(Pretty much gonna assume the personalities of characters we've yet to see in Hazbin. I'm also basing a lot of the angel/heaven characters off of what I've seen from apieceofheaven and voidseeker's au/characters. Though my interpretation will be very loose and some somewhat personal hcs since there is no longer a solid platform to read that info from. (other than the reposts I can find from Pinterest and Google)

One more thing, there might be some changes made to certain characters. Also, I'm not religious, so I might get some things wrong. I apologize in advance.)

Y/n was a young woman, destined to work close with the higher ups of Heaven, due to the gift she was given. God chose her to be the angel who would prophesy the future.

The symbol of a bright shining star on her forehead acted as a third eye. It would be what aids her as she looks into the future. And for the longest time, the future seemed bright.

Although, the future was not just one straight line. There were many pathways that could be opened by the smallest of acts.

But from how well everything was managed in Heaven, the best future possible, seemed as if the only real future ahead.

No worries, no danger, nothing to disrupt the heavenly balance. Yes, it was all smooth sailing ahead.

Y/n loved her job, and found great joy in telling others of the wonderful future that lies ahead for everyone. However, there would come a day, where the future was changed for the worst.

And it all started with one man...

Lucifer was one of God's favorite angels. He was bright, creative, brilliant. Though, he was a bit of a trouble maker, and would often drag his brothers into joining his mischievous acts.

Well, perhaps mischief wasn't the best way to describe it. Curiosity, was a better way of putting it. But even then, that curiosity would lead him to trouble.

It was a good thing God was so forgiving of Lucifer.

Even Y/n couldn't stay mad at him whenever he got her involved, asking her to use her future vision to see how his actions would effect something or someone.

And every time she'd say-

"My power is not to be abused, Lucifer."

As disappointed as he always was whenever she refused to indulge him, he'd never force her to do something she didn't want to. But boy, was he persistent.

Eventually, his curiosity rubbed off on Y/n. And she took a small peak into Lucifer's future. As she suspected, Lucifer would live happily and sharing his creativity with all of Heaven to enjoy.

Yes. Another wonderful future for all.

But then, another path was opened to her eyes. What she saw, concerned her.

Heaven was in chaos, and Lucifer was at the center of it all.

Y/n didn't dare look any further than that. And she would not say a word about this to Lucifer either. She had a feeling it would have negatively affected him.

However, she couldn't keep this to herself. She needed to tell God about the future she saw. It was the first time she had ever seen Heaven so...frazzled.

As if something terrible were about to happen.

The suspense of not knowing ate at her. If she were to tell God of such a future, she would need to know exactly why and how it would happen. And so, she looked again.

There Lucifer was again. He looked so angry, but so sad at the same time. And there was someone else with him. A tall and beautiful woman with long blonde hair. Lucifer held an arm out protectively in front of her as he yelled something.

He looked injured. Blood stained his beautiful face, as well as his robes. Even his wings were damaged.

Ahead of Lucifer was Michael. Sword in hand, the blade pointing towards Lucifer. He looked a bit roughed up as well. Had they been fighting? Why would they ever fight?

Chains were thrown around Lucifer and the woman he was with, and then, there was a vision of Lucifer and that same woman inside of Heaven's courtroom. Words were being yelled back and forth from Lucifer and the head Seraphim, Sera.

But Joel would have the final word.

There was a look of panic on Lucifer's face. The chains that bind him disappeared and the ground beneath them gave in. With quick thinking, Lucifer held onto that woman tightly, shielding her with his wings.

And just like that, the both fell.

Y/n gasped sharply as the vision faded.

"Lucifer...Lucifer falls from Heaven."

Ok! New series! First chapter is gonna be published tomorrow!

And chapter two is already being worked on lol

#hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar

[fadingdaggerr]

home bound

part one | part two | part three | part four

pairing: brienne of tarth x gn!reader

summary: perhaps the era of searching for one another is over

warnings: s5-6 spoilers, got stuff, so much mutual pining, useless lesbian disorder

note: sorry for the late ass update, i’ve had a lot going on in my personal life, esp in the financial area. not thriving. anyways we’ve got one chapter left after this one!!

ps. posting this at work, i’ll proof better later :) (update: the layout got horribly fucked up after posting and paragraphs got deleted but i fixed it hopefully)

you’re quite beautiful…

these words played in brienne’s head every night. a vision of your eyes looking into hers, your hand laced with her own. her chest grows warms at just the memory of you, but soon the cracks grow larger. only a memory, and a fading one at that.

…perhaps handsome even.

brienne’s eyes shoot open, stone ceiling of castle black staring back at her. she sighs deeply, turning over and shoving her face into her pillow. how could someone miss another so much? she barely knew you, at least that’s what she told herself. in reality, she felt your souls had met millennia ago.

leaving her quarters, she finds her place beside lady sansa. she hears the boisterous laughter of the fellow free-folk, but quickly avoids them, not in the mood to deal with tormund’s ‘compliments.’ she would never admit she misses yours, at least not aloud. she further refuses to admit that if tormund’s words were said by you, they’d have worked long ago.

“you and podrick will go to riverrun, deliver this letter to brynden tully. he’s my uncle, i expect he’ll agree to my terms,” sansa speaks, breaking brienne’s thoughts.

“yes, my lady,” brienne states coolly, she hides her distraction well.

riverrun was fully surrounded by the king’s army, an army of tommen’s name was under cersei’s control, jaime leading it by her every word. her heart raced just knowing he was there, knowing they sat on opposite sides just as she always feared. she had considered him a friend at one point in time, but he was lost in a maze of his sister’s design.

in short, everything went to shit, at least in brienne’s books. the blackfish denied sansa’s request to aid them in taking back winterfell. the lannisters and freys laid siege to riverrun, jaime and brienne now on opposite ends of a coming war. the boat ride was silent.

after getting off the boat they escaped riverrun with, brienne and podrick both look to each other, hearing whistles from above. at first they both dismiss it, probably a bird. as they continued walking, the whistles grew longer, song-like, but they remained faint. brienne and podrick were sure there was no bird now, they stared at each other with twisted faces.

realization spreads across their faces, a wide grin forming on podrick’s lips, brienne’s eyes widening. the both look up into the trees, following the whistles. a branch drops from a pine tree in the distance, brienne’s feet immediately carry her to it. the branch had been hollowed towards one of the ends, a rolled sheet of parchment nestled inside. podrick mutters a little, how clever! to himself as her hands scrambled to free the correspondance.

brienne of tarth-

i hear twin lions are circling riverrun, do you often walk so freely into trouble all by your lonesome? please tell me you have the bloody horn. tell podrick to stop looking at the ground when he walks.

- no name of tarth

reading it aloud, brienne can feel herself smiling, she sees podrick is as well. she reads it over and over again, you’ve been insistent. she’s been too proud to use the horn, not wanting to look like she needs you, misses you, cares for you.

“two questions, my lady. first, do i really look at my feet that much when i walk? second, what horn?” podrick asks, head looking straight up to avoid his boots.

“yes, and a horn that was conveniently put in my stores without me knowing until i had already left the camp. that was four years ago, when i first met the skyforth with ser jaime,” she says his name bitterly, but podrick notes the small smile at the mention of the horn.

“you’ve had a horn to contact an entire hoard of fighters, and you’ve just… not used it? why not?”

she sighs, “i only agreed to answering two questions.”

podrick decides to aim low, “wait until lady sansa finds out you have… i don’t know… three, four hundred skilled fighters whose commander is your friend. and you’ve said nothing.”

brienne pushed him against the tree, sword against his throat, “are you suggesting i’m failing at my duties? that i have forsaken lady sansa?” her jaw is set, eyes boring into podrick’s, nostrils flaring with anger.

“no, no, no… just wondering why you hadn’t mentioned it. can you take that away now?” his eyes only left brienne’s to look at oathkeeper.

she drops her offensive state, “no more talking until the sun rises.”

—

the calm of the night had always been soothing. most nights you found yourself alone by the fire, staring into the flames or tracing constellations above. sometimes you’d glance to your right in hopes you’d gone crazy and could at least hallucinate to have her presence. only so much ale can be drank by one person. admittedly, you’ve also never lasted long enough to get to the ‘psychotic break’ level of drunk, usually tapping out after singing with the men.

singing with everyone once made you feel carefree, no one can really hear each other, just everyone together. the songs of loving women in far away lands sounded joyous, but after the third one you could only stare at the flames. songs that once brought you joy now made you bitter. she wasn’t far, she just wouldn’t reach too.

your stream of insecure thoughts came to a halt, hearing something. you scan around, realizing everyone had retired for the evening. you stood alone, only a few cups left around for companions. guess i’m going crazy now, you think to yourself with a huffed laugh.

but there is it again, a sound in the distance. a horn. your legs move before you brain takes in everything, and you’re sprinting like your life depends on it. immediately unwrapping the lead from the post, you mount your horse, and have her head northwest quickly. if you could hear the horn this clearly she had to be close, she reached out. gods you hope it’s her, or else you’re are potentially, royally screwed.

your horse continues her faster pace, you reach into the saddle pouch for your own horn. waiting til you get further away to call with your horn, you slow the mare to listen closer. the approaching of a horse behind you switches the horn from one hand to the other, dominant hand holding a dagger.

“commander!” a whisper yell calls out.

gods you almost threw the knife in anger, “larkin, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“i heard the horn too. you can’t seriously think i’m going to let you go into the forest, alone, at night. even if it’s lady brienne,” the boy was completely unfazed by your outburst, having grown used to it at this point. he’d known you all his life, your threats were about as scary as a rabbit to him.

“fuck, i can’t even be mad at you. next time don’t scare the shit out of me,” you nod to each other before continuing your journey.

“are you sure it’s her?” larkin asks after a few minutes, concern in his voice for the pending disappointment he’ll face if it’s not lady brienne.

you share the same feeling. there’s only a slim chance it is, but you have to try, hoping your silent prayers had worked. “not at all, but i hope so,” you say truthfully.

—

the fire soothed the chill that had crept into brienne and podrick’s bones. both sets of armor were taken off to allow the warmth to flood their bodies. podrick was poking the fire every few minutes, desperately trying to feel awkward in the silence.

brienne, however, had yet to take her eyes off the flames. her mind was doing arithmetic and backflips thinking about the horn. had it even worked, would she even know? how would you know it’s her? she wished she hadn’t used it, knowing that she had gotten her hopes up.

“my lady… my lady… my lady!” pod yells.

her head whips in his direction, “i said no talking until sunrise.”

“i know what you said, but there’s approaching horses in the distance. we need to smother this and go, it could be the lannisters or freys.”

she immediately rises and moves to grab her armor, podrick following. over the last couple of years they had fallen into a rhythm, all the armor put on quickly and campsite set to abandon. they moved to find a hiding place, hoping they could avoid any conflict, but their hands both sat on their swords. the horses’ steps got closer, indistinct voices now joining. she closed her eyes, gods she really did not need this right now.

the voices became clearer, a male voice spoke first, “are you gonna use that or are you just going to look at it like it just called you ugly?”

brienne sees podrick almost laugh, she hits him with her elbow. she hears an ow! don’t throw shit at me that brings her back to the moment.

a voice that was all too familiar spoke next. one that had been in dreams during slumber and during the waking hours, the very same that called her beautiful. she thought her mind was playing tricks on her, cruel tricks at that.

“we haven’t gotten anything in a while,” brienne’s heart is beating so fast she thinks she might pass out.

“maybe it’s not one of ours then?” the male voice responds. she hears one of you dismount your horse, then leaves moving around.

“buried the fire. they probably heard us coming, the wood’s still warm, they have to be clo-”

“PODRICK!” the male yells out.

brienne grasps pod’s arm to stop him, but he shoots up anyways, “LARKIN?!” he immediately starts running back towards the camp, brienne grumbles and follows.

“aye!” larkin exclaims, hopping off his horse to greet his friend. they were the same height now, larkin now a teenager who was quite capable with a sword. the boys shake arms, pulling each other in with pats on the back.

brienne catches up, and slides to a halt when she sees you. your serious expression drops, eyes now wide and focused on her. you start moving towards her, and out of the corner of your eye you see podrick hold larkin back from running to brienne.

“lady brienne,” she thinks your voice is like honey, rich and sweet.

“commander,” your heart is shaking just hearing her voice.

you clear your throat, “finally used that horn, i see. it’s only been what… four years?”

brienne ignores her shaking voice, “i was busy.”

you smile lightly, “i’m sure you were, my lady. dinner then travel to castle black when the sun rises?”

“i’m starting to wonder if you’re a witch.”

you laugh heartily, “i’m not foolish enough to meddle with the gods,” a deep breath escapes your lungs, “on the horse now, back to camp.”

larkin assists podrick onto his horse to make traveling easier. brienne hardly thought you’d propose the same for you and her. she watched you quickly get settled on the mare, petting her neck gently, before rounding over to brienne.

your arm reaches out to her, “my lady?”

brienne decided against speaking and just grabs your arm and hoists herself up onto the horse. she decides to grip the saddle instead of your waist, but to both your, and hers, displeasure. she thinks she would have if larkin and podrick weren’t riding beside you two.

—

brienne arrives at you tent after receiving a change of clothes and taking a warm-ish bath. she knocks on the post, and hears you mumble for her to enter. you’re facing away from her, arms holding you above the table so you could look at the map. she just watches you for a moment, taking you in fully now.

“are you going to speak or just stare?”

brienne clears her throat, “i’m sorry.” her words held more weight than an apology for staring, you knew this.

“why should you be? you were doing what you were set out to do. i apologize for my selfish behavior, expecting you to use the horn at all,” your disgust with yourself ran through heavily.

“turn around.”

you turn your head towards her, “what?”

“turn around,” you’re about to counter but she cuts you off, “all the way not just your face.”

you do, “happy?”

she looks around, double checking that no one will see her, you follow her gaze. she suddenly grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer. she squeezes you tightly, “very.”

you’re surprised by her actions, but it doesn’t show. your eyes close immediately as to let you relish in the moment. she moves to let go, doubt filling her head when you don’t reciprocate her embrace. the second her grip lessens, your arms go around her waist, squeezing just as tight, “i’m glad. me too.”

“so you’re coming with us to castle black?”

“if lady sansa wants more help taking back winterfell, i might just stay a while too,” you fight the smile that begs to grow on your face, the sparkle in her eyes not helping.

she pulls back with her hands on your shoulders looking at you sweetly. you fight back the giant smile that comes naturally upon looking in her eyes, she was so strong yet the most careful and gentle person you’d ever met. she made you feel like you were made of glass and wildflowers, and not the steel and rot that life had so graciously given you.

—

castle black, as ragnall put it, was ‘one hell of a fucker.’ the large gates and towers had the entire company’s head staring up, but yours stay straight ahead. your eyes focus on the entrance, desperately trying to ignore brienne’s hands resting gently on your hips. larkin was talking away next to you, having the attention of podrick, brienne, and a few others as he tells his story. a squeeze on your hip brings you to reality, your head shoot up and dart around.

“we’re here,” her voice is so close, warm breath caressing your ear. she dismounts the horse to talked to the guards at the gate, podrick following. you turn the horse around to speak to your men.

“start building the town, no stables, extra target set up. ragnall, dorin, larkin, you’re with me. full respect men, this is the night’s watch, and there’s free-folk as well. the proper lady of winterfell is here too, so best behavior,” your met with a collective groan, “thank you for your enthusiasm.”

you turn back around at brienne’s voice calling to you, trailing towards her with your companions behind you. she grabs the lead of your horse, despite knowing you’re fully capable of riding in by yourself. thankfully for them, you miss the three behind you sharing knowing looks between them.

“my woman, you’ve returned to me,” a boisterous voice says. brienne sighs heavily, podrick snickering next to you. you turn around to look at the source of the voice, seeing the most red-haired man you’d ever met. his? by the sound of her reaction, this was thankfully not the case.

“hello tormund,” she says without much personality.

“who’s your friend?” he nods your way, eyes scanning behind you, “and your friend’s friends?”

“her friend and these three are capable of hearing and speaking on their own,” you dismount your horse, and extend your arm, “commander of the skyforth, at your service.”

“so you’re the big shot in charge of 400 men? sure.”

“the one and only,” your eyes don’t leave his, boring into him so hard brienne thinks you might kill him.

just as tormund is about to speak again, brienne cuts in, “tormund, you’ll lose any game you try to play right now, trust me,” she turns to you, “how about we go meet with lady sansa?”

walking in to face lady sansa surprisingly had you nervous, but it didn’t show. you bowed to her, the men following your move. sansa is weary of you, and you show no signs of being upset by this. you carefully and truthfully speak about the history of skyforth, how you’d been supporters of the north for a long time. you left out tarth and your previous encounters with brienne, mostly for privacy but also with a fear of making a fool of yourself.

“and you trust the skyforth, brienne?”

“i do, my lady.”

“you’d fight beside them, beside their commander?”

“i would,” her voice is the most serious you’d ever heard her. her voice was stone, her confidence in you alone was enough make anyone cower. it was enough to make you feel fuzzy inside.

“and you? will you and your men really lay your lives down for the north?” sansa’s state could rip you in half if you answered wrong.

“it would be the most honorable death to die fighting for the north, for winterfell, for the stark name.”

sansa seems please with your answer, she dismisses everyone. brienne moves back to her side, while you turn to leave. your three companions follow, all three of us feeling the weight of the north’s eyes on you. the northmen are a loyal people, and you understand that you are outsiders brought by over outsiders, you ignore their looks. when you exit, you send dorin, larkin, and ragnall away, needing to think on your own.

the crunching of snow behind you alerts you that you’re not alone anymore. you wrap you dark cloak around yourself, you don’t have to look, you know it’s her. she stands next to you, looking across the horizon with you. she can sense that you’re not fully there, but she doesn’t say anything. she just stands next to you, soaking in your presence.

“you didn’t mention your super fan,” is all you say, continuing to stare at the trees ahead.

she chuckles, “at first i thought he was just trying to make fun of me, but now i think he’s just gone insane.”

“at least we know he’s not blind,” you mutter, “but still, already quite low on my list.”

she looks at you now, fighting the smile already on her lips, “and why would that be commander?”

you smile and shake your head, "i think we both know the answer to that question, my lady."

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Countess's Favorite- Lady Dimitrescu

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After moving to Romania to evade troubles back home, you find yourself working as a handmaiden for the house of Dimitrescu. You'd seem to have taken a liking to The Countess, Alcina Dimitrescu. One night, Alcina called you to her dressing room with a spilled mess of wine, not expecting a sudden turn of events.

-MINORS DNI-

[CONTENT WARNING]

sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blood play, human x vampire relationship, size difference, lesbian sex, (sort of) knife kink (Lady D's nails are sharp so idk)

It was the late 1960s in Romania. You’d moved there hoping to find some sense of peace within yourself. After searching for a proper town to live in, you found a village full of lively people. They had always talked about the castle just east of where you lived. The village-goers mentioned how the countess, Alcina Dimitrescu, was a ruthless woman thirsting for blood. Morbid curiosity took over you, and you set course to hopefully become a handmaiden; it would provide a comforting home, food, and something to do to kill time. 

You arrived just a day later, and they happily took you in with open arms. Countess Alcina was a tall woman. Well, tall was a complete understatement. She stood around a staggering 9 feet. It was nothing like you had ever seen before. Her daughters were kind, politely asking you to go outside for them to fetch things. It seemed they despised the outside. It was thought-provoking as to why everyone in the village said the house of Dimitrescu was ruthless and bloodthirsty. That was until you’d worked there for a while longer. Handmaidens seemed to come and go as quickly as they came, disappearing without a trace. It was a while until you learned from Alcina that she was the one getting rid of them. Alcina trusted you enough to tell you such grisly things about what she did to them; she was a bloodthirsty woman. She feasted upon the handmaiden’s blood if they weren’t working correctly and tossed them in the cellar, letting a mold you still did not understand eat away at their bodies. It was shocking knowing Alcina trusted you enough to tell you such information. Though, you felt pride grow within your body with each passing day, knowing she kept you around longer than others. 

You hated to admit it, but after the handful of months you’d served the Dimitrescu family, you took a liking toward Alicna. It was more than a liking. It killed you to figure out you were in love with the woman you served. That was why you left your country to find your inner peace; loving a woman wasn’t socially acceptable in the slightest. Your family disowned you for it. You had nothing to live for then, so escaping all of your issues seemed the best option. Running away from such thoughts worked for a short amount of time. But Alcina came into your life, and every impure thought returned to you. Was it so wrong to want to love a woman? Why did it have to be frowned upon to love someone? The weight of societal norms prevented you from wanting someone you truly loved. 

Unbeknownst to you, Alcina noticed your liking for her. You hid it horribly, in fact. 

She could practically see hearts in your eyes whenever you gazed upon her. Alcina was not complaining, however. She loved the attention you gave her and only her. She loved how you carefully cared for her, listened to her rambles, cooked her food just as she loved it, cleaned her garments with such care as if they’d fray at any moment, and hummed along to the songs she played as you cleaned. 

Alcina had called upon you one night to help with some cleaning duties. You quickly came to her aid, only to find a large bottle of wine spilled all over the dressing room. You looked around before looking at Alcina, seeing her frantically cleaning her dress with a wet handkerchief. “What happened, My Lady?” You asked.

Alcina stood up straight and sighed deeply, a look of annoyance and anger engraved into her face. “I knocked the wine off of my vanity.” She mumbled. “Help me clean this godforsaken mess.” You nodded and scurried off to find some cleaning supplies. You soon returned with them in hand, placing them by the door. It was going to be tough trying to get the deep red stains out of the hardwood flooring and the oriental rug, but it wasn't anything you couldn’t accomplish. You started by picking the bottle up and placing it back on the vanity. It had a distinct metallic and almost pungent smell to it, and you knew it was the Sanguis Virginis wine she’d told you about. It was a product of wine from her family’s vineyard, enhanced with the blood of past maidens. You brushed the thought of you possibly being next off and began mopping up the mess. Thankfully, the wine hadn’t seeped into the wooden flooring just yet. After that was finished, you gathered up the rug and placed it outside the door to clean later on. Once you closed the door, Alcina let out a sharp sigh. You looked up at her, seeing her still trying to clean the stain from her dress. “My Lady, change into something else. I can clean that for you.” You went into her wardrobe and pulled out a slip dress. “It is nearing night, you can head off to your chambers and rest for a while.” You turned to her and held it out.

Alcina took the slip and discarded her dress. “Thank you, Maiden. You treat me all too well.” She smiled. She removed her hat and gloves, placing them in their respectful areas. 

You watched her strip off her dress, leaving you completely entranced by her body. She was curvy, and it was perfect on her. Her undergarments were sheer, giving you a perfect look at her body. You snapped yourself out of your thoughts as she handed you the wine-stained dress, making you smile obliviously. You placed the dress on the arm of the day bed and walked over to the wine bottle. You then picked it up. “I will be back in a moment, I’m going to discard this empty bottle.”

Alcina threw her slip on and turned to you, storming over. “No!” She snatched the bottle from your hands.

“My Lady, it is empty; it has no use-”

A sudden backhanded slap across your face sent a searing burn on your cheek as you gasped out in pain. “You will not throw this bottle away, Maiden.” Alcina growled. 

You nodded. “I’m so sorry, Countess.” You held your hand against your cheek to help numb the pain, though you felt a warm liquid seep between your fingers. You took your hand off your cheek and examined your fingers to find blood coating them. Alcina managed to scratch you. You looked up at Alcina with a scared look in your eyes. “I didn’t know that bottle held such importance. Please, forgive me.”

Alcina placed the bottle back on the vanity and grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up to her. She ran her thumb across your cut cheek, smiling as she watched you wince in pain. She let go and stuck her thumb against her lips, licking up your blood. “Your blood is sweet, Maiden.” She hummed happily. 

You watched as she licked the blood from her thumb. Heat welled in your body from embarrassment, knowing she was practically getting off to your blood. “Thank you?” You didn’t know if it was a compliment or not. 

Alcina leaned down and brought her face to yours, licking up the rest from your freshly bleeding wound. She exhaled deeply and groaned softly at the taste of your sweet blood. “I know you like this, Maiden.”

You closed your eyes as your breath shook, hoping to calm your nerves just a little. You loved it. It made you dizzy just thinking about what she would do to you next. “Yes.” You whispered. You opened your eyes back up as Alcina pulled away. She tilted your head back up. Her face was dangerously close to yours. 

“Tell me, Maiden, what have you thought of me doing to you all these times you and I were alone together?” She tilted her head and ran her thumb across your bottom lip. 

“I…” your voice trailed off. You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. 

“Use your words, dear.”

“Touching me.”

“Like this?” Alcina ran her hand down your neck and chest, stopping at your waist. She caressed your body gently, watching you tilt your head back in pleasure. Your mouth hung open as she stopped in between your legs. You whined softly as she pulled her hand away. Just from her touch, you practically melted into a puddle beneath her. You could only nod as you remembered her asking. 

“Now, lay down on the day bed. I’ll show you what you’ve been desiring, Maiden.”

You didn’t think twice about heading over. You sat down and watched Alcina stride over. She kneeled down and trapped you beneath her body. You hesitantly placed your hands on her shoulders, bringing them down her chest as you felt her soft skin beneath your fingertips. You honestly couldn’t care if she was a vampiric immortal being; you loved her for who she was through and through. 

Alcina took your shoes off and lifted you up, undoing the lacing on the back of your dress. She removed it and eyed your body, eventually looking back at your face. She smiled as you stared at her in awe. “You're my favorite maiden, you know that?”

You nodded. “I figured.” You let out a breathy chuckle.

Alcina laughed and removed the rest of your clothing, leaving you completely bare. She reached down and took ahold of your breast, gently kneading it in her large hand. She then dragged her thumb across the top of your breast just above the nipple, watching your blood dot and pool on your skin. For good reasons, she did not go too deep, trying not to hurt you. The slight stinging pain made you groan. But it felt surprisingly good knowing it was Alcina doing it to you. Alcina leaned down and connected her mouth to your breast, licking and softly sucking at the blood. She hummed against you and pulled away as she licked the remaining blood from her lips. “Maiden, does that satisfy you?” The sweet, intoxicating scent of rose and jasmine perfume filled your senses as Alcina pressed herself against your body.

You were a panting mess at that point, being completely lust driven. “I…” You were too afraid to ask for more, worried she’d become mad.

“Say it.” “I want more. More of you. Please, My Lady.” You reached down between your legs and drew small and slow circles against your clit, feeling all too needy. 

Alcina pulled your hand away. “We will get there soon. Don't be too impatient.” She cooed. You could only nod as Alcina leaned down and soon connected her lips with yours. There was a taste of blood mixed with wine in Alcina’s mouth, though you weren't complaining. If anyone else were to taste that way, you'd surely be disgusted. But you were head over heels for Alcina; anything she did, you wouldn't bat an eye at it. 

Alcina moved her lips down your neck and to your sternum, eventually reaching your stomach. She loved hearing your moans at every little thing she did, knowing you were one to easily please. She pulled away and once again dragged her nail down your abdomen. She watched the blood pool and dove in, licking a long strip until she reached the top of your ribcage.

You shuddered as her warm tongue danced against your skin. “Alcina,” you whispered. You realized you called her by her first name and jolted ever so slightly. “I-I’m sorry. I didn't mean to call you by your first name.”

“It’s alright, Maiden. Just relax.” Alcina placed wet kisses down your body again, dodging between your legs and moving to your thighs. She slowly worked her way up to your pussy and hummed as she planted an open-mouthed kiss on it.

You swallowed hard and threw your head back. It’s definitely happening now. was all you could think of. Your hands found the plush fabric of the day bed, and you dug your nails into it. A shock of pleasure ran up your body as Alcina began to gently lap at your pussy. She circled your clit with her tongue before harshly pressing her tongue flat against you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you let out a sultry moan. Alcina just started, and she was able to work you well already. Fuck, if you spent the rest of your life like this, no one in the village or back home would ever see you again.

Alcina grabbed onto your thighs and spread your legs further apart as she continued to slowly lap at your pussy. She pulled away slightly and peered up at your pleasure-stricken face. “Does this satisfy you yet, Maiden?” She questioned as she brought her middle finger up against you, running it up and down your folds. She smiled and pushed her finger into you as you nodded, watching your face contort with satisfaction. She slowly worked her finger back and forth in you before adding another. Alcina was sometimes self-conscious about her large stature, but in times like these, those thoughts slipped her mind completely. She enjoyed nothing more than watching you try and fuck yourself against her fingers. She took your grinding as a sign and quickened her pace before connecting her mouth against your pussy again. Alcina flicked her tongue against your clit quicker, making your thighs twitch beneath her grip. You wanted to try and be at least a little quiet, but you couldn't help but let out moans here and there. She worked her tongue against you in every perfect way. She must've had past lovers from how much of an expert she seemed to be. Her fingers occasionally pressed up against your G-spot, making your back arch every time. No woman (and clearly no man) had ever seemed to find every spot within you that made your head spin with euphoria like Alcina did. 

Alcina suddenly sucked on your clit for a few seconds and smiled against you as you tried to close your legs against her head. She moaned against you, sending another shock of pleasure through your body that made you near your orgasm already. 

“My… Lady…”

Alcina let out another moan against you, acknowledging your nearing orgasm. She rubbed her tongue against your clit faster, making you let out a choked cry. You took in a shaky breath before moaning loudly. You rocked your hips against Alcina’s face and fingers as you came against her. It was slightly embarrassing to have come undone that quickly, but you hadn’t been fucked like that in a long time. You mumbled incoherencies under your breath as she began to fuck her fingers into you faster.

Alcina rode your orgasm out completely before pulling away. She moved back up to your face and deeply kissed you, letting you taste yourself against her tongue. She pulled away and took your bottom lip in between your teeth as she chuckled softly. She then let go of your lip and gently kissed your neck as she ran her hand up and down your side, hoping to calm your erratic nerves. “I hope that suffices, Maiden.” Alcina sat up on her knees and caressed your cheek gently with her thumb. 

You sat up so your back was against the back of the day bed. “Do you need- help..?”

Alcina stood up and placed your clothing beside you. “No. I’ll be alright, love. Though, I expect the favor to be returned soon.” 

“Gladly.” You responded with a smile. You stood up as well and got your clothing back on, as well as your shoes. Alcina seemed to recover quickly, but you were stuck in a dreamy haze from the sudden fucking you’d just received. You cleared your throat awkwardly and grabbed Alcina’s dress, walking over to the door. “Have a good night, My Lady.” You opened the door and looked over at her.

Alcina looked over at you and smiled. “You as well, Maiden.”

You smiled back and nodded once. “Thank you.” You stepped out and gently shut the door, looking around to make sure no one was near to have heard your ecstasy. You grabbed onto the rug that was by the door and walked off to your own quarters. You surely weren't going to sleep that night at the thought of what had suddenly happened in the dressing room. It felt exciting finally knowing the lust and love was returned.

Notes: Thank you for reading! I would've gotten this out way sooner if I wasn't flooded with work AUGFHB!!! But it's out now. I do post on AO3 as well! @ AlbertWhiskers

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Resonance [Chapter One] Fate [Qin Shi Huang]

A/n: this will be a short story collection. I will put the masterlist out shortly. Please enjoy. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged. The updates for this might be slow.

Warning(s): gender-neutral reader, Greek lore, questioning worth, lucid dreams, soulmate au.

No Minors Allowed!!

This is a dream. 

You know because you've had it before, more times than you would like to admit. And like those times before, it always ends the same way; with you on your side, writhing in sheer pleasure as someone wrecks you beyond reason.

It is realistic and carnal, as though it is not a dream. You can feel every single thing; the surges of pleasure and the rise and fall of their chest on your back as they thrust into you. It is no wonder you wake up each time a needy, hot mess, wanting more.

This morning is no different.

When you come to, the first thing you feel is the lingering touch on your heated skin, a phantom sensation that tickles your sex. However, they soon fade and yet again you are left with an itch you can not quite scratch. It is infuriating. You have tried, whether it be bringing someone back to your room or masturbating. No matter how enjoyable either is, neither of them compares to the phantom in your dreams. 

There is just something unique about them. It is the best sex you've ever had and that is truly sad. 

With a frustrated sigh, you leave your warm bed and go into the bathroom to wash up. Helios waits for no one, already bringing light into the world with his chariot. You can feel its warm rays pour through your window as you prepare. Once you are dressed, you leave the room and wander outside to take in the fresh flower-scented air. Chloris, the goddess of flowers appears to have visited. The sweet scent permeates your senses, inciting a hum. 

You rush down the stairs from your remote palace and pace across Olympus to the dwelling of your mentor. The Goddess of hearth and home had been kind enough to take you on as her mentee the moment you came to live here. 

No, you are not one of the main twelve, but during the Gigantomachy, a war between the Greek Gods and the Giants, led by Gaia, you had done much to assist Zeus and as a reward, he had granted you residence on the mountain, a generous offer that you could not decline, for you had no real purpose before as a lesser deity.

But now I do.

At the edge of the mountain overlooking the town of Litochoro, you come to a two-floor stone villa. Various Bosnian pines surround the house and to the side is a fenced-in pig pen. You walk up to the door and let yourself in, as Hestia had instructed many times before, hurrying into the living room where a gorgeous fireplace sits.

Picking up a bronze lantern decorated with a key pattern from the mantle, you ignite the lantern with a wooden stick using the flames in the fireplace, then you attach it to your belt. 

A gentle laugh turns your attention to Hestia, who walks into the room from the upper floor; a veil rests over her long blonde curls.

"I almost thought I would have to send for you," she states with a kind smile.

An embarrassed heat spreads to your face. 

"I apologize. Sleep did not come easy to me."

You opt not to mention the heated dream. 

"Morpheus has not been kind to you? I shall have a word with him," Hestia retorts.

"My mind wanders. It's not his fault," you lie.

You do not want to get Morpheus in trouble. It is doubtful that the God of Dreams and Nightmares is the one who gave you the lewd visions. 

"I hope you put to rest whatever thoughts might be troubling you," the Goddess states.

You do too, even though oddly, they are pleasant.

"If this task I have given you should become too much, you would let me know, would you not?" Hestia asks. 

"Of course," you answer. "But it is not too much. I rather like aiding Olympus in your stead." 

It is your task to maintain the hearth fire of the twelve, minus Hephaestus, of course. With the lantern, you can handle the flame from Hestia's hearth. It's a minor duty, but you take pride in it.

 

"I should get on. The others are waiting," you point out.

Hestia smiles and nods briefly. She then sees you out, waving as you rush from her villa back toward the way you came. 

For the next half hour, you traverse from palace to palace to complete your task, collecting a share of some form of material sacrifice from each of the deities, as promised to Hestia. 

It is when you visit Hermes, the God of trade and wealth - among many other things - in his abode that your life turns upside down. 

A mass of flames rests in your open palm as you sit in front of the burning fireplace in Hermes' home, waiting for him to return. You toy with it, rotating it around your hand and contorting it into the shape of a songbird. The heat does not bother you, though unfortunately you doubt you can manipulate all flames, only the ones given by Lady Hestia herself. 

That is why I must use the lantern when transporting them.

Or else her flames would vanish.

The soft sound of footsteps turns your attention to Hermes as he walks back into the room with a jar in his hand. You send the songbird back into the lantern and stand to meet him.

"Honey for my dear aunt," he points out.

You accept it from him. 

"She will be pleased," you state.

"That I hope," Hermes states. 

His calculating eyes trail over you for a moment, then he hums. 

"There is something different about you today."

You raise a curious brow. 

"Sleep deprivation perhaps." 

"No," Hermes states. "That is not it. You often come here looking tired."

Whether or not he notices your glare, he doesn't make mention of it. His keen eyes trail your body again before he widens them. You are taken off guard having never seen Hermes express such a strong emotion. 

"What is it, Lord Hermes?" 

He points a gloved hand down to your footwear, and when you raise a leg, you notice a thin red string tied around your ankle. There is another tied around the opposite and the length of them spreads further than you can see, leading outside the palace.

"What is this?" You ask in shock.

You try to remove it, but the string slips through your fingers as if it is intangible. It flashes in and out of sight for a moment before remaining seen. An air of panic consumes you. You fear this might be a curse.

"That is peculiar," Hermes states with a hum. 

"Do you know what this is? What does it mean?" You ask. 

The black-haired God hums. 

"I haven't a clue."

He leans down to examine the thread, watching as it slips through his fingers. 

"At first I thought it could be a prank. These strings are identical to the Divine Weapon that Apollo uses, except for the fact they can not be touched."

And the fact they are not shining like the sun, you opt not to mention.

"So I assume the Moirai put them on you for some reason," he adds.

Your eyes widen. Why would the Fates do this to you? What did it mean?

"Am I…about to die?" You ask in fear.

Hermes looks unconcerned. He stands and walks over to the fireplace to look into the fire. 

"Who is to say? I suppose you could ask the Moirai of your destiny. Running tasks for Aunt Hestia must not be what you are meant to do."

If not that, then what? You were certain that you had no worth other than helping out the Twelve Gods of Olympus. 

"I assume I will have to ask Lord Zeus for his permission to seek their aid," you utter. 

"That would be the best decision," Hermes agrees. "Though I suppose if you ask nicely enough, Apollo might offer you some incentive."

You groan. 

There is nothing wrong with Apollo, he is just extremely narcissistic.

"I shall speak with him tomorrow then. There is still much to do," you state. 

Hermes nods. 

"And I shall tell Lord Zeus that you might be coming by."

You are thankful. With a respectful bow, you leave his abode, intent on returning to Hestia with her share of the sacrifices.

I have a job to fulfill after all. 

Even though it isn't your true destiny. 

A dark cloud rests over your head, filling you with despair. You can feel Atropos, the Inflexible One, turning her scissors to your thread.

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