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The Lost Pearl Part 13

Viking!Sy x reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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(In the moodboard you see Cella, Sy, Ocre and how Ethos dresses)

Rosamund was already in bed waiting and some tension left Syverson as he saw her wild hair spilling all over. A cup of tea and something sweet she had stolen from the kitchen. She smiled at him, making room for him on the bed. Syverson walked over pulled the covers aside, pulled his boots off, and slid in. She immediately cuddled into his side. He put an arm around her and thought about how he did not want her to grow up ever. He kissed her forehead, and a scent of herbs which his people usually smelled like mixed with some flowers waved in his nose. It was what you smelled like. Involuntarily a small girl with Y/H/C and his blue eyes came to his mind. He cleared his throat shaking the picture of the little girl from his mind. “What story do you wanna hear?” She thought for a second. “Sy promises you won’t be mad but there is something I want to ask you.” Oh, Gods, not more news. Syverson squeezed her to him. “Shoot little star.” “I heard something earlier.” Syverson stiffened he hoped she did not hear the way he talked to you earlier. It was definitely not one of his finer moments. “I wanted to go to Y/N/N. Her brother was there, he scares me a bit so I hid behind a statue so he would not see me.” Syverson was intrigued now, nudging her to go on. “He said something and I don’t understand.” “What did he say?” “Well he said something about her being a girl and that she should know her place. Where is her place? Did we put her in the room her brother wanted?” Syverson had gone rigged at what she said. But his lip quirked at Rosamund’s innocence. It was not in the Northmen's culture to have a rigid system as your people had. Women enjoyed a lot of freedom compared to yours. It made him feel even worse for what he had said to you and downright terrible when he remembered what you had said about being like a ghost silent and unnoticeable. “No, no she is right where she belongs,” Syverson said to Rosamund. Syverson meant it not only the room but the Woodlands. You belonged here. If what Rosamund said was true, which he believed then you would be pushed aside ending up like so many women at your court looking pretty but silent. It was not right. You were smart, and strong although cunning your intentions were not malicious.

“You know how I tell you to go to bed because you are still growing.” Rosamund nodded with a disgruntled face. He pinched her side, which made her giggle. “Well in Princess Y/N’s court the people have to follow specific rules even when they are old.” She nodded trying to understand. Syverson had no idea how to explain it without destroying her worldview. “Well, they made different rules for boys and girls.” Rosamund looked up at him. “You know how girls often wear dresses and boys trousers.” He tried again. “They have such rules for a lot of things.” Rosamund was silent for a while then asked in a small voice. “Was she not allowed to send us food?” Syverson had feared that she had picked up on this but she always had a talent for picking up on emotions. “It is a bit complicated my little star.” “But it will help us right? I heard the cook talking while stealing some snacks.” She admitted sheepishly. “They were worried and said we had not enough for winter.” Syverson breathed out deeply, looking at the ceiling. “I do not want you to worry about this. I will take care of it. I promise.” He kissed her forehead again. “Thanks to Y/N we have enough food. So don’t you worry about stealing snacks.” He started to tickle her, blowing raspberries. “Come on now it is story time.” He pulled the covers over both of them again and began to tell her about the girl that turned into a horse. It was one of her favorites. She had closed her eyes leaning her head against Sy’s shoulders. She slowly went heavy against Syverson. It was a comforting feeling. No matter how things changed she was still his little girl, his responsibility. The smell of herbs and flowers slowly lulled him to sleep making him dream about a young girl running around in the garden behind the palace. The garden that belonged to his great grandmother was in full bloom and the girl was excitedly looking at all kinds of flowers. Yet, she stopped at a blue one. Suddenly Syverson felt a hand on his shoulder, it was female and the flowery smell that came from it made his heart beat quicken and warmth flow through him. She had a beautiful ring on her finger. He kissed it. Her fingers were cold and it made his lip quirk. Somehow he knew they were always cold. “Hello my lovely wife,” he heard himself say.

He awoke with a flutter in his stomach.

You could not sleep all night you rolled around drifting in and out. Constantly hearing an angry voice. Blue eyes darkened with hurt and anger. It made breathing so hard. Finally early in the morning you gave up sleeping and tried to read. Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root. Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root. Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root. Sighing you gave up you could not retain anything you read. Over and over repeating the first sentence. You put down the poem of John Donne A Song. You got up putting on your morning gown not caring if anyone saw you in such a state of undress. You walked to the kitchen, you needed some tea maybe that would help you catch at least one or two hours of sleep before getting up and starting the day.��

You started a fire in the oven and picked up a pot from the hooks lined next to it. Warhorse had put a line of water, (from where they had the water you had no idea), to the kitchen. They needed water so often that it only made sense to try and install a pump there. You pumped once, twice. Filling the pot. You set it on the stove, putting one more piece of wood into it. You looked around trying to find any tea. You walked around the workbench toward the cupboard at the entrance of the kitchen. The stove was on the other side, the workbench in the middle. It was big so many people could work on it. You opened the small cupboard. It was about eye high to you. The handle was a simple wooden nob. You opened it and the smell of herbs greeted you. A box with gold and blue painting was in it. You went to reach for it knowing tea would be in there. Your father would never send food without tea. It was essential to your culture. You pulled the box open, dried tea leaves within. The smell was so familiar bringing back so many memories that it made you nauseous. Looking up you saw that there was a bag with a parchment pinned to it, herb mix. You held your breath but picked out some vanilla pods and put the box back. You picked up the sack, it smelled nothing like your people, it was all northern smells. You breathed in deeply. The nausea you had felt a minute ago disappeared. You pulled out what you could identify as dried sage and mint leaves. You put it back and saw another thing that would bring you comfort. Some coffee beans. You loved the smell of coffee. Your family once went on vacation to an island that grows it. They were the most friendly people you had ever met. They were traders. Shipping coffee beans all over, people paid them much for it. The Woodland people had not a lot mostly shared between your people and them on the battlefield. You picked up three beans. With your mixture, you went over to the water. The water was about to boil so you put everything in stirring. The smell made you close your eyes. You could feel the sun on your skin, and the softness of sand on your feet, but the herb smell added another thing to your fantasy, a warm cloak made of fur. Protecting you from the cold breeze. You tightened the cloak around you smiling at the sent, it was a familiar one.

The creaking of the door made you flinch, ripping you out of your fantasy. You froze when you saw who it was. So did Syverson. He regained his composure before you. He cleared his throat, swaying from one foot to the other. It snapped you out. You walked around the workbench away from the boiling water. Syverson had stepped into the room, on the other side of the workbench. You looked at him for a second, his gaze had not left you. You curtsied quickly and then made your way out of the room without a word.

Syverson watched you go, well more like flee. It was like a dagger had pierced his heart. It was like you were afraid to even be in the same room, afraid to be seen by him. He still felt the hand of the woman on his shoulder, he lifted his hand to cover the imaginary hand there. His eyes were still fixed on where you had run off. The sizzling of the stove made him snap out of it. He turned to it, the water had boiled so much it was splashing everywhere. He quickly pulled it off the stove. It smelled intoxicating a mix of something sweet and herbs. He was intrigued. He pulled out a cup and put some of the tea in it. He thought it would taste sweeter but the coffee gave it a bitter taste and only in the aftermath did the vanilla sweeten the mouth. He looked back where you had left. Pulling out another cup he filled it. And walked to your room. He did not dare enter but he knocked putting the cup down by the door. He walked down the corridor to his room but before he entered he looked once more at your closed door. Oh, how he had screwed up.

You had gone straight to your room, standing in there frozen, breathing hard. Syverson had taken you by surprise you even had forgotten your tea. You had never lost your composure like this before. Your heart was still racing when a knock sounded at your door. You were hesitating to open. Finally told yourself to pull yourself together and opened the door. No one was there, you opened the door further. Looking down the corridor. You were about to close the door when you saw the cup on the ground. You picked it up holding it to your chest, the warmth spreading through you. Your lips graced a bitter-sweet smile. You slowly closed the door, making your way to your bed. Savoring every sip of the warm drink. Once it was finished you could feel the cold move into your body again. You groaned there was no reason to try and sleep again you would not manage anyway. So you got ready for the day.

For the next days, you kept to your routine, engaging in lessons with Cella and Rosamund and stayed out of the way of Syverson and your brother. Ethos would escort you to dinner, pull your chair out for you or walk with you a bit around the town. Only so you were not unchaperoned as it was not proper to be as a lady. But he did not really talk. This was fine by you. You had been without a family for years, living alone day in and out. Why should this change after the war? It did not matter if they were with you, they might as well be far away. They always have been you realized. Even before the war, you saw it now that you have seen Cella, Rosamund and Syverson interact with each other. There was so much love and familiarity. The only thing you had with your brother was the same upbringing.

Cella had observed you the past few days, you had become distant and colder again. The only time you seemed almost back to normal was when you talked to Rosamund. Even though you were good at hiding it you looked tired and as if your thoughts were far away whenever you thought no one was not looking. It started to worry her. She had seen so much change in you and she doubt you had even realized that you had changed. When she first met you, you hardly smiled. At least not genuine. You were not really cold but not warm either, you were just distant. Others might not have recognized it but Cella did. She had seen the same lost eyes and darkness surrounding you in her how reflection. It was after the war with the help of her beloved and Syverson that she had found back to herself again. Cella had been so lost in the terror of war. Watching the interaction between you and your brother it was clear you did not have the same support as she did. Your behavior made a lot more sense. One look into your eyes and Cella saw that you had seen great terror and no one was there to take your hand through the darkness. She thought for a short while Syverson could be there for you too. But even he did not see it. As much as she had come to care for you and would help you in any way she could Cella had seen the greatest change when you were with her brother. You were getting lost in the lack of chaos. But Sy had given you a bit of what you had considered normality for the past years back.

Cella pushed her shoulders back as you had shown her, and set her jaw. It was time to do something. Or she would lose her friend to darkness and her brother would drown in his responsibilities. A small voice that sounded a lot like you whispered. Do not forget, I am your greatest ally in the new court. If you did not fix this relationship you could lose me in the battle that is ahead of you. Yes, that sounded something like you would say, think not only with emotions but make sure your back is always covered. You had started out explaining court behavior in a clinical manner just walking Cella through it. After you had gotten to know each other you had given her tips on how to use language to your own advantage and how to maneuver people like a chess piece. Cella understood that in your mind it was necessary for your own survival. She had the feeling she was the only person who understood that. This is why she was not as mad at what you did as Syverson. She understood you. And it was time for other people to understand you too. You had helped her immensely, made sure she could live happily with her beloved and would be able to navigate the court. You had her back from the moment she met you. Now it was time to return the favor.

Over the next couple of days, you kept bumping into Syverson. It was the most stressful thing. You tried to keep your head bowed and speak only when spoken to as you did back home as it was taught to you. You once had a governess who had drilled this into you. It went against every instinct you had come to rely on but the anger that was directed at you had flipped a switch making it a defense mechanism to do so. You were not afraid of him, but losing someone who had made you feel equal and then used your own sex against you to express his anger broke something in you. The more often he stumbled upon you the more annoyed you became. You had not seen him this often when you were on good terms. He wanted you to keep away so why was he constantly bumping into you. May the Gods give you strength.

Cella saw how you got more and more agitated. She could hardly hold back her smile. The more you got confronted with her brother the more your old self came back. Usually when you left the room or were not looking Syverson shot Cella an exasperated look. But she just did as you taught her smile pleasantly and act innocent. Seems like the lessons came in handy quicker than she thought.

You went for a walk needing some air. You felt suffocated between your brother being here and the soured relationship with Syverson you had no idea what to do. It had been two weeks now since your brother arrived and you were wondering when he would leave again. You had kept an eye on him, and to your surprise, the soldiers of Syverson were more than happy to have him here. He even trained with them, although he was not as skilled as them he could hold his own. It was a stark contrast to the boy you remembered. He was always gentle and soft-spoken. A firm believer in the pen is mightier than the sword. But a pen did not win the war a sword did. You could imagine it was hard for your brother. He was never a fighter.

You walked outside seeing your bother sitting on a bench. You sighed. You two hardly talked. Before the was you could always talk with him about books. He would tell you which one to read, or which poem was particularly beautiful. You rubbed the fabric of your dress between your thumb and pointy finger. You had thought you could keep a level head, that you are a cool and calm leader but you, like Syverson, had anger in you. And you let this anger out on your brother. It did not matter if he did the same as you. It did not matter that he had hurt you with his words. What mattered was your own actions. Letting go of the fabric you walked toward your brother. You missed your family.

Ethos looked up at your approaching form. He scootched to the side, offering you a seat without asking. You sat down, a bit stiff but you did it. The first step. He had turned his head back, staring at the people and houses in front of him. He had these wrinkles around his mouth. Had they always been there? “What are you thinking off?” He was silent for a while, before looking at the ground, smiling faintly. “How beautiful long blond hair is.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. He looked at you shrugging before turning his head back to the people. You followed his gaze. A couple of men from Syverson, as well as Syverson and Ocre, and Cella stood there. You looked at your brother again. “I don’t know when I will be leaving,” he said, “I know you probably wish it was sooner rather than later after what I said.” You wrung your hands, it is true you wanted to know and partially hoped he would go soon. “It is not my decision to make,” you finally said. “Yeah,” he breathed out, not agreeing nor denying just giving a response. He leaned back, rubbing his eyes. “It was the right thing to do. Helping them.” He nodded towards the Woodvolk walking around town. “They are good people. We do owe them a lot.” His voice sounded sad and far gone, resigned to a fate you had no idea of. You two sat in silence for a while enjoying the cool wind. Ethos pulled off his cloak wrapping them around your legs to keep you warm. Before he could take his hand back you took it in yours, squeezing it. “I was so angry when father allowed you to go to the north. I did not show it like Amros but I agreed with him. I did not want you to go. I wanted you home, close to us.” Ethos did not look at you while telling you this. He was staring straight ahead so you did the same, glancing at him once in a while through the corner of your eyes. “Amros wanted to come with me when father sent me to deliver the food. But,” he broke off, breathing in deeply, squeezing your hand. “He could not. He had an episode the night before we were supposed to leave. It was better he stay home.” You frowned at him. “Episode?” He hummed. “Yeah, Amros hardly sleeps anymore. Since we have been back he mostly sails all day. I think it helps him keep himself occupied. It was in the battle for Ninfer. It was a bloody one, most of our people did not survive. Do you remember the son of the dockmaster?” You were looking directly at him. Not wanting to miss any verbal or non-verbal things he said. “Yeah, I remember him.” “He was brutally murdered in front of Amros. He held him in his arms while he died.” You closed your eyes breathing out deeply. Ethos's eyes were haunted, far away. You wanted that look gone from your brother's face. But you understood that haunted feeling more than he thought.

“Our Governess once caught them kissing. She freaked out. Went straight to father.” You smiled. Amros had told you this story once. “She told him that Amros had kissed a boy. She was so scandalized.” Ethos snorted. “She expected him to be too. But he just looked at her unimpressed and told her that he had enough children and one of them would produce hair. So who cares if his other children kissed the same sex.” Ethos chuckled. “She left the next day,” he added. “Thank the Gods she did. She was perfectly unpleasant.” “Yes, that she was. Wanting Amros to be punished just because he kissed a boy. Like Father had never kissed another man before.” Your eyebrows shot up. “What?” you giggled. Ethos snorted. “Please, snuck into the palace one night was out with Amros in town drinking. Saw the Lieutenant of the Guards sneaking into the royal chambers with father and mother.” You gasped. “Ethos, tell me the truth or shame on your name.” He laughed at the old childhood rhyme. “Trust me the noises that came out of that chamber were ungodly.” You ripped your hand from him putting them above your ears. “Eww, Ethos. Why would you tell me that.” But you could not help but giggle. “By the Gods, I would love to tell the Governess that and see her reaction,” you exclaimed. Ethos laughed at that. It sounded like you remembered it, light, clear like the calm ocean. As sudden as he laughed he stopped his face falling into a neutral expression, with something haunted behind his eyes. He took your hand again squeezing it. “Before I forget.” He pulled out something from his pocket. “I thought you might like this.” It was a book. With all kinds of poems in it. Ethos was fond of poems more so than you but you appreciated them nonetheless. “I also brought you some other books. Put the box in the Palor you and Cella hold your lessons in.” He nudged you. “I know you like storybooks better than old poems.” You smiled at him. Standing up you put the cloak around him again. Before kissing the knuckles on his right hand. “Thank you, brother.” He followed suit getting up and kissing you on your forehead. “Go on. Try not to run anyone over on your way to your beloved books.”

Before you got too far he called out to you again. “Have you ever heard the Woodland people tell stories?” You shook your head. “You should. They are beautiful storytellers. Bring them to life like no other I have ever met. Especially Syverson.” You raised your eyebrows not expecting it. “He is?” you were intrigued you had never seen him tell stories or even read stories. You wondered why, if he was so gifted had he not told any yet during feasts. You had read that the Woodland people often told stories during feasts. Ethos’s smiled his half-smile. “Yes, he would tell stories to his men after battles, keep the morale up, especially for the wounded.” Ethos stepped toward you. “He is a good man.” You could see the real message in his eyes. Make peace with him. You nodded, even though you knew that it was not up to you. You went inside making your way to the Parlor. You were excited to see what kind of books your brother had brought you.

Syverson had glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. He had felt your presence as soon as you stepped outside of Warhorse walking towards your brother. He was intrigued by the sibling's interaction. It was still distanced, cold, and almost uncaring but for the slight smiles and small soft touches. If one did not look carefully they would miss it. He tried to concentrate on whatever Ocre was talking about but the interaction between you and your brother made him think. It was subtle. So like you. Soft words for Rosamund that encouraged her to learn more. Small adjustments to Cella’s behavior will help her settle into your court. He reach for the necklace he still had around his neck, tangled in his chesthair. Or a letter that was intended to help. Such a small thing. Ink on paper that rescued his people. Not for the first time did he mull over how he could have reacted differently, better.

He was going to make it right. He had just no idea how to. He was bumping into you constantly thanks to Cella. He knew what she was up to, he was his sister she could not be cunning like she thought she was. He knew her afterall. He tried to talk to you, making small steps towards peace but he had no idea how and you often left or looked so demure so different. He had no idea how to approach someone like that. Why could you not explode at him as you did before? It had been so long since he had to be diplomatic with people. He used to just let his temper out on the battlefield but now he had no way of doing that. “Ocre, how about you use that breath of yours for training. Come on.” Syverson nudged Ocre toward the training area. “I used my breath to do that this morning, while you were trying to use some of your brain cells to read the papers on your desk,” Ocre replied. Syverson shot him a look before throwing his arms around his neck and tousling his hair.

Syverson was not holding back, sweat was dripping down his back, and the shirt clung to him. He dodged another attack from Ocre. He was swift for his size and had a brutal punch with his sword but he preferred technique over force as he was taught by his father. His father was a tall man, lean but muscular but not as big as Syveroson. “Son, strength vanishes but the technique will always stay.” When he was young he had disregarded his father’s advice especially when his father was killed during a battle. He was so angry that he had fought with much rage. It had led to him getting scars over scars on his arms and chest and stomach. After a long battle, he was spent sitting down with Ocre exhausted when an arrow pierced Ocre’s back. He was so tired but still attacked one of the men that were hiding in the woods shooting at his men. He had to rely on technique to take the enemy down as his strength was spent. This is when he understood what his father tried to teach him.

Syverson gulped down water from his pouch, exhausted but relieved to have the tension in his body gone. He looked over to the entrance of Warhorse. Ethos was gone. Now that he had worked out his tension it was time to make things right with you. He just had no idea how. Groaning he whipped the sweat from his brows. He was making his way to the stables to check on his horse and ask for advice. It helped him think about talking to his beloved horse. “Hey, buddy.” he brushed the mane. “Sorry, no time for a ride today but tomorrow I promise.” He heard some footsteps outside of the stable and the nasal sound of a man. “You were right. They are brutes. I mean the dirt and this-” He could not hear what he said but he guessed it was not something kind. “I thought it was a joke when I was told that they sleep with their horses but by the Gods, the way they walk around it is always dirty here. Disgusting. They might as well.” The men snickered. Another added. “I cannot wait to leave this place behind such uncultured people.” Syverson had heard enough that he could feel his temper rise again. He was just about to walk out of the stable and tell him what he thought of them when a female voice cut in. “And I think it is time to hold your tongue.” Your voice rang out stern and cold. “Unless you want to lose it.” You threatened. “Princess Y/N.” The two men breathed out surprised. “We were just-” “You were just disrespecting people that showed you great kindness and great courage. People who saved you. Dirty or not they deserve your respect and gratitude and if I hear one more bad word, one step out of line I will make sure you regret ever opening your mouth. Is that understood?” The ice in your voice made him shiver. “Understood, Princess.” He heard the people move away from the stable. Syverson did not realize he had held his breath throughout the exchange, but now his lungs burned he breathed in deeply. Yes, he truly had to make it right. “Seems like you are gonna get that ride after all buddy.” He turned to his horse. A plan already forming in his head. He called for Ocre who came in still flushed from the training. He took one look at Syverson and knew that work was not over yet.

They rode out of Warhorse making their way to the fields not far from there. Lots of the fall flowers bloomed there. “So what exactly is the plan on soothing the Princess?” Syverson as so often just gave Ocrea the side-eye. “I do not need to soothe anything.” “Yeah right,” snorted Ocre. “The last time you gave me a blow like that with your sword was when you messed up asking that cute girl from the tavern out.” Syverson dismounted his horse and walked towards the flowers taking out his knife. “Yeah well, the Princess is not a tavern girl. So cut it out.” Ocre held up his hands but got to work too, cutting down the fowers. “She is still cute though,” he mumbled under his breath. “And of limits,” Syverson practically growled at Ocre puffing his chest out. Ocre suppressed a smirk. Yeah of limit not because she is a Princess but because you like her, he thought. At first, Ocre was not impressed with hosting a Princess but now he thought it was a good thing. She was shaking things up and getting on Syverson’s nerves. It was amusing and also interesting. He had never met a woman that could get under Syverson’s skin like you could. And now they were out picking flowers. He would laugh heartily if someone told him that the Captain would ever get a woman flowers. Sy is a good guy but not very well versed with the Ladies in a romantic setting. Ocre was excited to see what was next. “Not that one, Ocre.” Syverson threw one of the flowers he had cut away. “Come on man. The pedals are already weathered.” He took the flowers Ocre had picked and went through every single one. He threw some away. “Since when are you a flower expert?” Ocre could not help but tease it keeping him from laughing at Sy. “Don’t matter. We have enough come on let’s go back.” They were riding in silence for a while. The flowers are in a big bag hidden from sight. “Flowers won’t cut it, you know that right?” Syverson was thinking about it for a while. “What do you suggest?” They were riding towards the gate, signaling for the guard to open it. “I don’t know. Get her something she likes?” The truth was Ocre was as clueless as Syverson when it came to apologizing to women. He was good at charming them but that was it. “Maybe ask Cella?” Over his dead body, thought Syverson. Cella had been on him for days to make peace. He wanted to but had no idea how to do it. The moment his anger had disappeared he knew he had overreacted. Moreover, he had said things he would regret for the rest of his life. How could he ever look at you again? Let alone talk to you? Groaning he thought he had a lot of work to do.

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geralts-yenn · 10 months

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Do you do headcanons?

How does lazy morning sex look like with Henry's characters?

Lazy morning sex

Hey anon! What a lovely ask! I deeply enjoyed thinking about spending the morning with these guys…

I thought about adding some more characters, but they just didn’t speak to me. So, I hope you are happy with my selection. Maybe there will be some more in the future…

warnings: sex (oral, vaginal) / somnophilia (discussed earlier, consent is consent, take responsibility!) / some manhandling / light spanking / choking / dacryphilia / slight humilation

You are annoyed that Will is working late, again. So you’re going to bed alone once more. But when you wake up the next morning, you get rewarded by looking at your sleeping boyfriend, lying next to you, naked, his cock hard and a pearl of pre-cum leaking out of his tip.

He better be dreaming about you, you think, as you lick your lips and wrap them around the head of his cock. You don’t have to put a lot of effort into your work, soon you hear him moan and his cock twitches in your mouth. With a pop, he pulls himself from your lips. You feel his hands gripping your hips firmly and a second later you’re on your back, Will pressing his weight between your legs. He feels for your pussy with one hand and as he finds you already wet he doesn’t bother with more foreplay. He pushes his cock into you, Will has taken over control, and he is fucking you into the mattress.

You wake up to your boyfriend tossing and thrashing around in his sleep, like he did too often. Evan is murmuring words that you can't understand and the whimper that finally got you fully awake breaks your heart. You spill kisses over his sweaty forehead and gently brush your fingers along his jaw. He's still throwing his head from side to side.

You climb on top of him, pinning him to the mattress with all of your weight. With more soothing words you try to get through to him. And it finally works.

Evan gets calmer and after a few more kisses he opens his eyes.

He takes a deep breath, his hand runs over his face. "I am so sorry." You just shake your head and rub your body over his. In slow movements you let him feel all of your soft skin over the scars on his chest. Another few rolls of your hips and you feel him getting hard. His shaft is now pressing against your core and your body answers. The head of his cock glides through your wet folds. You moan as he adjusts himself to enter you. And without getting faster, you ride him, your chest pressed firm against his, your forehead resting on his. It’s not about chasing orgasms. It’s about feeling one another as close as possible.

He wakes up, sporting some nice morning wood and takes your hand to show you, proudly, because it's Mike. But as you want to get going, he tells you that he's actually too tired to fuck. And you suggest to him to just settle in you for some sweet cuddles while warming his cock. But as soon as he's feeling your pussy around his dick he can't keep still and ruts into you relentlessly. Soon you're on your knees, arched down onto the mattress and Mikey is very much awake behind you, fucking you hard, with a little spanking from time to time…

Sy is usually awake quite some time before you. And he really likes to wake you up in the best way possible you could ever imagine. He takes your knee and opens your legs while you are still sound asleep. He starts with little kitten licks over your clit. Widening his tongue, his laps are getting firmer. You finally wake up and realize Sy is between your thighs again. You won’t complain as he eats your pussy like a starved man. He dips his tongue into you, helping you to get to your climax by circling your swollen bud with his thumb. After you reached your high, his head appears, hovering over you with a wide grin on his face. “Best breakfast ever!” he tells you, while brushing your arousal out of his beard with one hand.

Let's be realistic. If Walter is next to you in bed when you wake up in the morning, it's not because he spent the night with you but because he just came home. So he just blinks at you with hooded eyes. He whispers a good morning at you, his voice hoarse. You know he can't do more for you right now. He's too tired, even if you'd be straddling him that would be too much effort in the state he is in. So you decide to just give him some comfort. You crawl under the duvet, your fingers slipping under the elastics of his boxer briefs. With a little effort you manage to pull them down far enough. He is still soft at first but with every bop of your head he grows in your mouth until he fills your throat, laying heavy on your tongue. It doesn't take you long to bring him to his release. You swallow the thick ropes of cum that he spills down your throat. You clean up every drop that you missed with your tongue. And then you move up to him again. You pull him close to you, your fingers combing through his curls in soothing motions. Walter buries his face between your breasts and takes a deep breath. You stay like this until his soft snores tell you that he finally found some rest.

You wake up, feeling fingers rubbing firm over your side. Goosebumps are running down your spine as August's mustache brushes over the sensitive spot behind your ear. "Be a good girl, princess, and remove those panties for me," he orders you and you bite your lip in anticipation as you obey. He knows he has to work you open before you can take him. So he starts to tease the bundle of nerves at your core with swift fingers. Wet kisses from your jaw down your neck help to make you ready for him. As soon as he feels you are wet enough, the swollen head of his cock splits you open. He starts with slow and tender movements, cuddling you from behind.

But it doesn't take long until this cuddlefuck isn't enough anymore for August. He slams his hips hard against your ass, his balls slapping against your wet thighs. Gathering your hair in his fist, he pulls your head back with every thrust. He kisses your exposed throat, sucks at the soft skin to mark you as his. Then another hand is on you, it's not a tender touch as he grabs your tit and kneads it roughly. His hand travels up to your throat. You gasp, taking a last deep breath before he takes your freedom to breathe and tightens his grip.

You come undone, trying to cry out his name, but you can't as his hand is still wrapped around your neck. But he feels your walls gripping him tight. "Such a pathetic whore, aren't you? Coming all around my cock." He releases your throat and you gasp for air. Tears stream down your face as he slams into you until he finally paints your walls with his cum. He pulls you into a tight embrace, brushing his hand over your hair. "You did so well for me, princess.Such a good girl." He kisses every teardrop from your face. "Such a good girl!"

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oneshlut · 6 months

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MASTERLIST

Find all of my works here! All oneshots, headcanons, and imagines. Again, subject to change.

Rules For Requesting

Characters I Will Write For

The Lorax

The Onceler -

The Greedler -

Villainous

Dr. Flug -

Overjoyed [Headcanons]

Locked [Headcanons]

The Doctor Is Out [Headcanons]

Homemade Affection [Headcanons]

Bag of Bones [Headcanons]

Somehow Alive [Headcanons]

Two of Hearts [Headcanons]

Demencia -

Blackhat -

5.0.5. (platonic) -

Ghoul -

Sonic

Sonic (platonic) -

Tails (platonic) -

Knuckles -

Shadow -

Rouge -

Blaze -

Silver -

Metal -

Tangled

Varian -

Explosive Heartbeat [Headcanons]

Angel [Headcanons]

Eugene -

Lance -

Cassandra -

Five Nights at Freddy's

Monty -

Sun (platonic) -

Your Best Friend [Headcanons]

Moon (platonic) -

Your Best Friend [Headcanons]

Eclipse (platonic) -

Your Best Friend [Headcanons]

Glamrock Freddy (platonic) -

Michael Afton -

Phone Guy -

Henry Emily -

Vanessa -

Mike Schmidt (movie) -

Vanessa Afton (movie) -

MLP

Twilight Sparkle -

Rarity -

Pinkie Pie -

Fluttershy -

Calm [Headcanons]

Applejack -

Celestia -

Luna -

Cadance -

Chrysalis -

All Characters/Main 6 (platonic) -

Fionna + Cake

Simon Petrikov -

Fionna -

Marshall -

The Amazing Digital Circus

Caine (platonic) -

Pomni -

Ragatha -

Jax -

Input Feelings [Headcanons]

Down The Rabbit Hole [Oneshot]

Overly Warm Welcome [Imagine]

Lovingly Hated [Headcanons]

Jax (platonic) -

Turning.. Something [Headcanons]

Zooble -

Kinger -

Gangle (platonic) -

All Characters (platonic) -

Another New Home [Headcanons]

Gravity Falls

Stanford/Ford -

Bill Cipher -

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor -

Sir Pentious -

Angel Dust -

Tom Trench -

Husk -

Lucifer -

Niffty (platonic) -

Vox -

Rosie (platonic) -

Steven Universe

Pearl -

Amethyst -

Steven (Future) -

Connie (Future) -

Spinel -

Trolls

Velvet -

Veneer-

Your Valentine [Headcanons]

Dialtown

Oliver Swift -

Randy Jade -

Ticket Jerry -

Curie -

Pierre -

Roger -

Tango -

Etc.

Seymour Krelborn -

J.D. -

Selever -

King Dice -

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lectern-fullcauldron · 10 months

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oh! just in case anyone was missing the context for the Joe Hills Lady Macbeth thing, it's drawn from a very early season nine stream where Joe was doing server mapping. we'd been through which hermit was which muppet (very important) (Cleo and Joe are the old men that heckle) and then we got on to who's who in a hermitcraft Shakespeare play. many options were thrown up, but the pinnacle of it all was Hermacbeth.

we have Joe as lady Macbeth and Cleo as lord Macbeth (Joe reasoned that their personalities would put them the other way round so he'd like a chance at whispering Cleo into regicide, for once). and we have the soup group as the weird sisters (boil boil toil and trouble), stirring the pot of fate between them.

this was all before the king arc, so you can imagine the excitement when a king presented himself to be macbethed by Joe and Cleo (and then Cleo placed on the throne). the brainrot, it's immense.

Macbeth is still swirling in the consciousness, though - Pearl collected a shulker called 'lady Macbeth's laundry' from Joe, and Cleo added Lady Macbeth the axolotl to their museum from the Empires village (probably also from Joe)

The tiny crown and the crastle are cleo's, but lady Macbeth is still there, a power behind the throne - royal letterer with an envenomed quill

(in other fun facts: the most famous lady Macbeth costume is Ellen Terry's (second best paid woman in Victorian Britain (after the Queen)). And the theatre manager for the lyceum theatre (where she worked) was Bram Stoker (Dracula author) (she called him 'ma' and she loved cats). Her costar was Henry Irving (first actor to ever be knighted), likely the guy that Stoker based Dracula off of. Oscar Wilde (of the very famous trial) once sent Ellen Terry a flower crown to make it less weird that he was also sending one to Florence Lemon Anne Balcombe Stoker (Author's wife) (who he'd also courted) (his courting gift was a gold crucifix) (visible in Dracula)). This doesn't really tie in. I just like that it links to the Dracula streams too

#good to reblog #hermitcraft #joe hills #zombiecleo

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Headcanon: how the potc characters would react if you hugged them🫂🏴‍☠️

Jack sparrow

Jack would be on the deck of the pearl trying to turn the wheel when you come up with a smile.

"Aye love, come up here to enjoy the view?".

You would run up to him gripping your arms around his shoulders.

Jack would stand stiff and become slightly confused but then later slowly hug you back.

He would stand there awkwardly "did I do something darlin".

You would smile and look into Jack's eyes saying "your the best damn captain there ever is".

Jack would smile to himself and hug you back before turning the wheel.

Hector barbossa

So to say the least he isn't used to hugs, more or less any contact.

He would be in his cabin staring at the gold he got over the years.

You would come in with a smile "whatcha doin' smilin' lass".

He would be slightly confused but as you wrap your arms around him, he would stiffen.

"Uh...girly" he would be awkward to say the least.

You wouldn't care because this man meant so much to you.

Slightly he would pat your head and you would still smile "sorry cap'n your amazing".

He would smile softly but not before showing his tough exterior "ya best be off Missy, the deck ain't gonna scrub itself".

Will turner

Will would be soft and passionate, he would be looking over deck while jack is keeping an eye out and Elizabeth is talking to the crew.

You would softly smile to will and wander up to him.

"Y/n, your safe" he smiled softly.

The next thing he knew was arms coming around him, you wrapped him around his shoulders.

Will would be more loose and hug you back thinking he's grateful to see you.

"Don't worry, your not a bad person y/n, your amazing".

Will would be more comfortable hugging you.

Henry turner

Henry is super energetic and passionate, he was glad you agreed to help get his father back.

You were sitting on the side of the pearl while Jack, Carina and barbossa were off checking the area.

You come up to henry with a smile and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"You alright y/n, don't worry the sea life gets better" he joked.

Henry would of course hug you back.

He would smile to himself as he hugs you.

James norrington

He is very proper and hugging is slightly out of the mannerisms he's used to.

You would come up and wrap your arms around him.

He would be shocked to say the least and stiffen.

"Is there something you need my lady" he would question.

He would awkwardly bring his arms up and hug you back.

You would be glad to be in his grasp.

He would slightly smile to himself, he would finally find someone who could bring him happiness.

Davey jones

So davey is cut off from human contact ever since he was cursed.

You would be a lost soul drifted at sea and he would slightly take a liking to you but he wouldn't show it.

If you wrapped your arms around him, he would stiffen.

It's been a while, he wouldn't know what to do other then think it's a joke.

"What in the seven seas are ya doin' lass" he sneered.

Davey would bring pat you slightly, it will take a long time to get used to.

Phillip swift

You were captured and when Phillip was alright you would run up and hug him.

You wrapped your hands around his shoulders.

He would hold you in his grasp and basically do a passionate hold.

He would say "your gods gift to me".

He would at least be very warm and open to you hugging him.

Joshamee gibbs

You saw Gibbs as a father figure ever since you joined Jack and the crew.

You felt like you could share your feelings with him and he would be sympathetic.

If you wrapped your arms around him, he would be shocked at first but then slowly warm up to you.

"Don't worry lass, things be gettin' better" he would smile.

He would be more fatherly and warm to you.

Headcanon requests: open

Oneshot requests: open

Imagines: open

Matchups: open

#pirates of the carribean #pirates of the carribean headcanon #jack sparrow headcannon #hector barbossa headcanon #will turner headcanon #henry turner headcanon #james norrington headcanon #davey jones headcanon #phillip swift headcanon #joshamee gibbs headcanon #potc x reader #potc headcanon #potc writing #pirates of the carribean comfort #pirates of the carribbean fanfiction #pirates of the carribean x reader

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writing-good-vibes · 2 months

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🌝 very curious

ahh bestie !! 🥰💗 thank you for asking the most difficult question, because it turns out i really did not have an answer for this one, and i will be revealing the my ineffable "gaining a new interest" -> "actually writing fanfiction" pipeline lol

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

the thing about my writing is that there are many, many, many characters that i love but could never write for, either because i just don't have the skill to contribute something i'd be happy to share, or because the source material doesn't lend itself well to the vehicle of fanfiction and the standard transformative avenues that come with it. it definitely comes down to my own personal line of what i consider writable.

it's not that i think the characters i do write about are lesser characters, in many ways they mean way more to me because i can write about them, but they are from media which readily fosters fandom/fanfiction. characters which i can love and project onto while also maintaining and building upon their canonical characteristics are the fanfiction sweet spot for me.

halloween ends has been my main interest for over a year now (which is very scary to think about lol), so it's hard to even imagine writing for other characters even with the fandom decline because i have such a tight grasp on my paper-doll corey that i carry around everywhere. what my brain latches onto is really driven by the will of the universe, and i have very little say in the matter lol.

however !! a few characters i can see myself dabbling with, should the interest strike, are: lisa and the creature from lisa frankenstein (2024); severen from near dark (1987); frank from the hardy boys (2020); ethan, sam, tara, richie and amber from scream/scream vi (2021-2022); and sam from gen v (2023).

then a few more characters who i would love to write about but don't really have the skill set for: the narrator, tyler and marla from fight club (1999); felix and oliver from saltburn (2023); pearl from pearl (2022) or maxine from x (2022); and maybe some the characters from the secret history (1992), particularly henry.

#ask #thank you for the ask !! 💗 ily hehe #wow this got way longer and more serious than i intended lol #but the tl;dr of it is i love a lot of characters but i can't write them lol #or i might start writing about lisa idk she is everything to me #once corey leaves me alone

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andrewmoocow · 7 months

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Steven Universe Snake Eyes chapter 7: Gods and Monsters (originally published on October 9, 2023)

AN: And so, we enter the biggest bomb I've ever dropped in one of my stories since I revealed that Haruko Haruhara was saved from her destroyed home planet by Rick Sanchez and eventually betrayed him for Atomsk before meeting Dipper and Mabel Pines. The origins of the Gem race has been one of the biggest mysteries in all of Steven Universe with tons of fans giving their own ideas on it, even as far back as the first season. I've pondered that too sometimes, but there are some parts of the series that are best left to the imagination. Well, until now that is! In this version of Steven's universe, the story of Gemkind shall finally be revealed for all to see, and you all have front row seats to a glimpse at a whole universe's worth of backstory and quite possibly the biggest threat Steven will face yet.

Synopsis: Steven and company meet the creator of all Gemkind and learn of an evil far greater than Black Rutile.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

Aurelio Voltaire as King Cobralan Serpentes

Shirley Millner as Queen Constricta Serpentes

Neil Flynn as Aescul

Henry Rollins as Captain Boa

Jennifer Paz as Lapis

Shelby Rabara as Peridot

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Grace Rolek as Connie

Tom Scharpling as Greg

Patti LuPone as Yellow Diamond

Lisa Hannigan as Blue Diamond

Christine Ebersole as White Diamond/Gem

Sarah Stiles as Spinel

Peter Cullen as Titanium

Frank Welker as Tungsten

David Kaye as Steel

Corey Burton as Chromium

Bumper Robinson as Gold

Scott McNeil as Iron

Jeffrey Combs as Mercury

Hailee Steinfeld as Zinc

Jason Marsden as Prince Nosiop Jormagundr

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Keith David as Pyth

Matthew Moy as Lars

Zach Steel as Ronaldo

Atticus Shaffer as Peedee

Cissy Jones as Princess Naja Jormagundr

Enuka Okuma as Rhodonite

Kathleen Fisher as Fluorite

Erica Luttrell as Padparadscha Sapphire

Ashly Burch as Rutile Twins

Jeff Bennett as Murinus/The Sheriff

Featuring Samantha Newark as The Lapidarist

And Joel Grey as King Serpentes I

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The date, 420,000 years ago. The place, the prehistoric planet that would someday become Serpentes, the capital of the Slytherophidian empire. Before it would become the mighty metropolis that thrived on forcing species from across the universe to compete, Serpentes was a small scattering of snake people colonies dotting the planet's countryside, all under the shaky rule of one monarch, its namesake king Serpentes the First. Serpentes typically spent time away from his subjects on expeditions to explore the planet and learn its history, as he proclaimed himself a scholar. But there was one discovery that would change not just the history of his home planet but the entire universe as well.

"Found anything yet, sire?" a Slytherophidian dressed as a cowboy asked while spitting into a bucket. "We've been out here for weeks and still haven't found any ancient ruins and all that! Might I suggest we quit the tomb raider business, cut back on searching uncharted lands and temples of doom, and go home already?"

"No, Murinus, there has to be something we're missing. I know it!" Serpentes muttered to himself while examining the map in his hands. "We just need to keep looking!"

"Look, Your Highness, I can totally get your eagerness to explore, but I'm happy with just kicking back and letting you do all the work." Murinus said before turning his tail into feet and kicking them on a rock. "Hey, do you see a light somewhere over there?"

"A light? Where?!" Serpentes excitedly replied while gazing out into the horizon. "By Jove, I think you're right! We must go there immediately!" To the king's delight, he could see a faint beam of light ejecting from an ancient temple hidden in the distance. "Come along, Murinus!"

"Me and my big mouth," Murinus said to himself as his king dragged him along toward the temple as the beam got even brighter the closer they got. Upon arriving at the temple, the beam of light was at its absolute brightest, and Serpentes couldn't be more excited.

"Hm, I must say, this would make a nice castle to live in." Serpentes mused as the duo entered the temple, which was filled with crystals and rocks jutting out of the walls and the ceiling. But the most peculiar inhabitant was a large, crystalline being gently clutching a bubble housing a strange gemstone. "And who might you be?"

"Almost there, my child. Almost there." The being whispered to her bubble before she turned to discover Serpentes and Murinus in front of her. "More snakes? You shouldn't be here."

"Do not worry, giant woman. We come in peace." Serpentes calmed the being down. "My name is Serpentes, the king of the Slytherophidians. And this is my companion, Murinus. Say hi, Murinus."

"Howdy." Murinus tipped his hat to the giant woman. "Say, what's that you got in there, madame?"

"Oh, this?" the giant said, presenting the gemstone inside her bubble to the two Slytherophidians. "I've been working on it for the past couple of eons. I call it Gem. It is an advanced lifeform that possesses extraordinary powers unseen by mortals, but I'm not sure how I can test it to make sure it won't harm anybody with how powerful it is."

"Then, why don't I help you take care of it?" King Serpentes offered his assistance. "Maybe I can set up a way for it to grow and control its powers so that everyone can watch and see how strong it is."

"That is a wonderful idea, Serpentes." The giant agreed with the king and shook his hand, sealing the deal.

"By the way, I don't think I ever got your name," Serpentes said.

"My name?" the giant replied. "My name has been lost to time, but you may call me the Lapidarist."

In the present day, Steven and the Crystal Gems were being taken through the Jormagundrs' castle towards a hidden doorway by the royal guards, all having no idea what to expect when King Cobralan said it was time for them to learn the truth. As the trip grew longer, the group was soon joined by different sets of guards escorting Greg & Connie and the Diamonds.

"So, uh, what are we doing?" Greg asked nervously. "I was going to cheer you up after your big fight with Black Rutile, but then suddenly, these guys told me they had something I needed to see."

"Do they have a birthday surprise planned for Steven?" Peridot added just as curious.

"I don't know." Yellow Diamond answered. "But whatever it is, I don't think we'll ever be the same after today."

"You are indeed correct, Yellow Diamond," Aescul said as he led the group through the dark corridors hidden within the castle walls to a mysterious chamber that closely resembles the Crystal Temple back on Earth. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet your maker. Hee, I always wanted to say that."

"Wait, our maker? As in the creator of all Gemkind?!" Pearl squawked in shock as the Gems and humans bore witness to a massive, crystalline being kneeling before them, its face utterly blank except for a large diamond on it and wild, spiky hair not unlike White Diamond's.

"Hello, my children." The giant said. "I am the Lapidarist. I am the creator of all Gems."

"Dude, this is so sick!" Amethyst yelled in amazement. "We're face to face with our actual god here!"

"Correction, she is our god as well." Titanium declared as he and the other Metals emerged from the shadows of the chamber to meet their sister race. "So the rumors were true. Our creator still lives."

"Hello there, Miss Lapidarist." Steven greeted the Lapidarist. "My name's Steven Universe. Uh, do you like being called Miss, or do you prefer any other pronouns?"

"On the contrary, my friend, my species has evolved past the need for what you call genders." The Lapidarist explained. "But Miss Lapidarist does have a nice ring to it."

"So, this is the mother of all Gems?" Spinel wondered while scratching her head and sitting on Yellow's shoulder. "How come we never knew about this?"

"Hello there, Lapidarist." White Diamond said sourly as she glared at the creator of the Gem race. "Fancy seeing you again after millions of years."

"Ah, Gem. What a surprise." The Lapidarist greeted White with an inquisitive tilt of her head. "What is it you're calling yourself these days, White Diamond? Not sure if I like the name."

"Okay, enough with the introductions, everybody!" Mercury complained. "Now then, big lady, the snake people said they were going to give us answers, and by your name or whatever, we're gonna get some answers!"

"Actually, we prefer to be called Slytherophidians, Mr. Mercury." Captain Boa corrected the curmudgeonly Metal medic. "The Lapidarist has been the royal family's best-kept secret for generations, all the way back to our first king Serpentes I."

"We've been watching your race for a few years now because the Lapidarist wanted to see if Steven truly meant well in making the radical changes he did to Gem society." King Cobralan added.

"Well, I sure did, no matter what certain emotionally stunted terrorists may say," Steven said assuredly, unaware that Black Rutile, Nosiop, and Pyth were watching from afar.

"Hmph, yeah, right." Black Rutile said glumly while the three villains kept themselves hidden. "Just wait until I use the Lapidarist's powers to wipe you out for good."

"So Miss Lapidarist, earlier you called White Diamond by the name Gem," Garnet said. "We'd like to learn more about that; thank you."

"That was the name I was given when the Lapidarist created me," White said, rolling her eyes as she cringed at the thought like a human would when remembering their awkward teenage years. "And a name I've abandoned for eons."

"Well, allow me to enlighten you." The Lapidarist said while altering the entire room like a holodeck to present the Crystal Gems with White Diamond's hidden past.

In the beginning, there was only one. A single black infinitude, so cold and dark for so very long that even the burning light was imperceptible. But then the infinitude found release, and at last, the darkness broke, filling it with shining stars. From these stars came the Lapidarists, who filled this newly born universe with life. On that day, the universe as we knew it was born. Cells, molecules, atoms, from ions to pions, muons to gluons, neutrinos, gravitinos, these were the first planets to be forged by this race of builders, with life blossoming on each one. Life, a precious gift persevering in the face of every obstacle, but it would soon come under attack.

Where there was light to create the first sentient beings, there was a being of pure darkness and evil that sought to extinguish it. A terrible snake-like creature of frightening power known as Squamata devoured planet after planet, millions of voices suddenly crying out in terror before they were just as suddenly silenced. The Lapidarists tried all they could to stop this threat from becoming more powerful. They created many races like the Magmen, the Metals, the Slytherophidians, and the races of the first Universal Lords to combat it. While they successfully sealed Squamata away beneath the future planet of Serpentes, it came at the cost of the entire Lapidarist race being wiped out except for one. Declaring itself the guardian of the monster's resting place, the last Lapidarist isolated itself from the rest of the universe in a hidden temple where it spent millenniums forging the being that would eventually save the universe from their ancient foe. But all of that changed one fateful day.

"Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the first-ever challenger of the Contest of Champions, Gem!" King Serpentes announced as he revealed the Lapidarist's creation to the other Slytherophidians. Gem was a tall, pale-skinned female humanoid with copious amounts of mascara applied and dressed as a warrior, but her most distinguishing feature was a gemstone attached to her forehead. "I had found this creature one day years ago on an expedition to the wilderness of our planet and brought her home with me. That was when I got the idea to have her compete against species from other worlds to see who is truly the strongest in the universe. Now then, release her competition!"

The gates opened, and out came a green, hulking humanoid with massive muscles wearing only purple pants that let out a booming roar. Gem just smirked and pulled a spear from her gem that she used to fight the monster.

"What an astounding display of strength, ladies and gentlemen!" King Serpentes exclaimed as Gem duked it out with the ogre-like beast, showing great tenacity and grace compared to the monster serving as her opponent. "Perhaps if more were to come, we would make this into an annual event where champions from far and wide could come and display their powers, like the Grendel we captured, for example!"

"Just a little bit more, you disgusting Grendel!" Gem exclaimed eagerly as she began stabbing at the monster with her spear, causing it to leak pink blood to the cheers of her adoring fans. "Yes, you all love me!"

"And what a shocker, everyone!" Serpentes exclaimed as Gem finished off the Grendel. "Gem has slain the creature! She is truly an amazing warrior!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you all!" Gem accepted the riotous applause as she reunited with King Serpentes outside the arena. "Oh, Your Majesty, I had so much fun today!"

"Perfect, Gem. And you'll be having more fun for years to come." Serpentes said as the two walked away to the temple from whence she came, which was now having a new castle built over it.

"Um, Mr. Serpentes, if I may ask a question," Gem asked her king. "Have you ever thought about letting me explore the planet like you do? Maybe even the whole galaxy, the universe even? I bet there are infinite possibilities for me to explore out there!"

"Now, now, Gem, don't get too excited." Serpentes calmed Gem down. "I admire your enthusiasm, but your one true purpose is here, right at my side and fighting in the Contest of Champions."

"But I just want to explore like you do!" Gem urged her father figure, now sounding an awful lot like a certain pink diamond. "Why can't you let me?!"

"I understand, my dear, but the universe is a vast and dangerous place filled with millions of species that could no doubt either kill you or steal you for themselves," Serpentes explained. "Please understand that this is why you are forbidden from ever leaving Serpentes. Now, I'm off to speak with the construction workers, so you behave yourself, young lady."

Although Gem understood why Serpentes was so protective of her, she felt utterly sheltered in the world she called home. However, while the king did say Gem was forbidden from ever leaving the planet, she assumed he didn't mean more than one of her.

"Wow, White was just like Pink when she was created?" Steven realized as his eyes were opened to White Diamond's past while giving the three Diamonds a smug smirk.

"Maybe that's why you abused her so much because she reminded you of yourself," Connie added wryly.

"Guess it's true what they say. Some people are more alike than you think." Gold giggled at White's embarrassing memory while the Diamond blushed in shame.

"Don't make that face at me, White; don't deny what you were in the past." The Lapidarist chided her creation. "Do you remember what happened afterward?"

"Do you not?" White asked, her eyes widened in genuine surprise as she tried to dodge the question.

"Ooo-hoo-hoo, this should be juicy!" Steel giggled eagerly as White took a deep breath and came clean.

"Yes, I remember what happened afterward," White admitted. "For hundreds of years, I took advantage of a loophole created by Serpentes and created the first Gems."

Using technology stolen from another race that she reverse-engineered herself into what would later be known as Injectors, Gem began using Serpentes's resources to create more beings like her that she would dub Gem. However, this would come at the cost of the planet slowly suffering the effects of these Injectors draining its life energy, causing dozens to die in uncharted parts of the planet. Upon discovering this courtesy of Murinus, Serpentes sought to do something about this crisis.

"Are you sure that Gem could be to blame for all of this?" Murinus said as he and Serpentes marched to the Devil's Palm canyon, named as such for resembling a humanoid hand with a plateau in the center where the palm would be. "At least she ain't running off to explore the universe."

"And that's the problem!" Serpentes exclaimed. "When I said she was forbidden from leaving, this was not what I meant!" Soon, the duo arrived at the Devil's Palm, where they discovered not just one colorful humanoid with a gemstone on her body but dozens upon dozens more of them. "What in the?!"

"SERPENTES!" the new species all cried out in delight at Serpentes's arrival.

"Hey, your Majesty." One of them greeted casually as Serpentes tried moving his way through the sea of humanoids to reach Gem.

"Gem, what is the meaning of this?!" Serpentes yelled angrily at his creation. "Whatever you are doing, you will soon destroy this whole planet! Is this what you wanted, to tear our world apart and then abandon it to find some other planet to terrorize?!"

"No, my lord, this is not what you think!" Gem urged Serpentes. "You forbade me from leaving Serpentes, but you didn't say the same for all these creatures that I call Gems. Nice name, don't you think?"

"Yes, that is a very nice name, but that's not the point, my child." Serpentes said while drawing out a sword from his hip. "I am sorry, but to ensure the safety of our planet, I'm afraid I'll have to shatter you."

"Is that so?" Gem said as she drew her spear with a smirk. "Then come on, enough talk! Have at you!"

"I will do what I must," Serpentes replied as he readied his blade.

"You will try." Gem added before the two went head-to-head in a mini-Contest of Champions. The Gems that Gem created began cheering for their mother figure as the Slytherophidian and the Gem clashed under the scorching afternoon sun, while Murinus saw fit not to get involved in the situation and wait until it got better.

"You can't keep doing this, Gem!" King Serpentes urged his mighty warrior. "This technology you stole from the Metals was designed to harvest resources from planets at the cost of slowly killing them! How did you even find such things?!"

"Steel practically gave them away when the Metals decided they wanted to live in harmony with their colonies instead of committing genocide." Gem revealed while nimbly dodging a sword swipe. "He just happened to dump them all here one day and let me take some for myself."

"I should really tell them to stop using other planets as a garbage dump for their old tech." Serpentes muttered to himself before seeing an opening on Gem and jabbed his sword into her gem, causing a slight crack.

"W-what did you do?" Gem whimpered in fear as her form glitched while Serpentes looked down at his tail in shame at what he had done. "What did you do to me?"

"I'm sorry, my dear." Serpentes apologized while stroking Gem's face. "But I am only doing what is right." With another stab of the snake king's sword, Gem was utterly shattered, her namesake gemstone on her forehead being reduced to four pieces in four very familiar shapes. "Murinus!"

"Yes, my liege?" Murinus asked as he emerged from his hiding spot before being handed the four gem shards. "Oh no, you didn't."

"I want the Lapidarist to find somewhere for these shards and all of these Gems to flourish so they won't cause any more damage to Serpentes." King Serpentes ordered, looking out at all the Gems inhabiting the Devil's Palm Canyon. "I can handle one Gem, but this many would give me a headache."

And so, with help from the Lapidarist, once she was told of what happened, Gem and all of her creations were exiled to an uncharted planet that would one day become the Gem Homeworld. Hundreds of years afterward, the first of Gem's shards would reform into White Diamond, followed by Yellow, Blue, and Pink Diamond over the next couple thousand years, eventually forming the Great Diamond Authority and beginning to conquer a good portion of the universe that the Universal Lords didn't dominate.

Though the Lapidarist was disappointed at what Gem had become, she vowed not to interfere. She had no choice but to watch as the Diamonds wreaked havoc across the universe, conquering and destroying planet after planet as her story was passed down for generations. At the same time, her fallen kinfolk's other creations, such as the Metals and the Magmen, began rising to prominence in the intergalactic community.

"And that is the story of the Gem race." The Lapidarist concluded her story, having blown everyone's minds with the history she revealed to the Crystal Gems once hidden from the public eye. "I am truly sorry that I have been the author of all your pain through my creation of the Diamonds."

"We know you didn't mean any harm, Lapidarist," Bismuth said. "You only wanted to create life, but then it went horribly wrong."

"And we've carried it with our family for generations." Queen Constricta said while everyone was still unaware of who was spying on them.

"This is most interesting." Nosiop muttered excitedly. "Perhaps once we gather our army, we can unleash this snake creature and prove to the Slytherophidians that we were meant to be conquerors!"

"Yes, conquerors," Pyth smirked deviously like he had other plans in mind that didn't align with the prince's.

"As I said, I am truly sorry, but I can make a change." The Lapidarist stated while presenting a mechanical, orb-like device. "This is an Accretionator. A powerful device with the ability to create a strong gravitational pull that can draw in various asteroids and cosmic dust to revive an entire planet. Observe." To demonstrate, the Lapidarist created a hologram of a Gem colony that Steven and Connie recognized, the planet that the jungle moon they once visited as Stevonnie orbited. When the Accretionator was inserted into the planet, asteroids and space dust were vacuumed to the planet's surface, making it as good as new, like it was never conquered and colonized. "Impressive, isn't it? So tell me, do you accept this bargain?"

"Uh, we're going to need to discuss this among ourselves first," Peridot said as the Crystal Gems huddled together to discuss the Lapidarist's offer. "You saw what that Accretionator can do, right? Hundreds upon thousands of worlds revived in seconds! Do you realize what this means?!"

"Yeah, but what about afterward?" Lapis asked. "Are we just going back to how things were before Era 3 started? I think I know someone who would love that."

"Yeah, yeah, Black Rutile and all that," Jasper added sarcastically. "If Steven didn't completely break her body and her spirit, she'd accept the deal faster than you can say, 'Pull the lever, White Topaz.'"

"So what should we do?" White Topaz asked while looking back at the Lapidarist, patiently awaiting their answer. "I don't want to keep our literal goddess waiting."

"Well, ladies, your final answer?" Captain Boa spoke up. "No need to keep a lady waiting."

The Crystal Gems broke their huddle and turned to the Lapidarist. "Look, we're flattered by your offer and tempted by the chance to heal those broken worlds." Pearl declared. "But we just can't do it; the price is too high."

"The entire reason why we became who we are today is because we wanted to freely express ourselves," Amethyst added. "We wanted to live our own lives without anyone telling us what to do or how to do it."

"And we don't want to harm others simply because they are different. Everyone should be able to coexist regardless if they are flawed." Garnet stated firmly. "Like the Diamonds, for example. They have done horrible things in the past, but they're working to make a change for the better, no matter how hard it may be. I'm sure we have made ourselves loud and clear."

"How interesting." The Lapidarist said with a tilt of her head. "I thought I could coax you into complying like you did with so many other individuals, but it seems I was wrong. You prefer to make a change in your own way."

"You're right," Steven replied. "Besides, we once met alternate versions of ourselves from another dimension who were like our polar opposites, and they didn't want to make a change either."

"Should you tell them, or should I?" White whispered to the other Diamonds.

"Tell them what?" Iron asked, overhearing the three Gems' conversation.

"I don't think I like where this is going." Zinc said disdainfully as the Diamonds turned to face the Gems.

"Steven my dear, lately there have been rumors going around of a cover-up we've been performing," Yellow stated shakily. "Well, I must say that the rumors are true."

"What rumors?" Tungsten asked curiously.

"There were rumors that we were hiding the fact we did indeed wipe out organic life on a couple or so planets." Blue Diamond declared. "Well, suffice to say, the rumors were true. We exterminated all life on planets that were trying to fight back, and we hid the truth by saying we would never kill organic life. It's a secret we've been hiding for years, but somehow, the Slytherophidians found out and used it to blackmail us into coming along with them!"

The Crystal Gems all gasped in shock at this revelation. While they were aware that the Diamonds had done many horrible things over thousands of years, they were always told that the planets they conquered were primarily uninhabited, so hearing that a few worlds turned into colonies did house intelligent life was quite possibly just as, if not even an even bigger shock than learning of their species' origins. But no one took this harder than Steven.

"Why am I not surprised you'd hide something so horrible from us?" Steven said gloweringly, trying his best not to lose his temper again. "I wanted to give you three a chance, even after all the horrible things you did to me, us, and everyone. But no, you just keep hiding secrets from everyone, just like my mom did when she was alive. And especially a secret this awful. This is why I'm always so uncomfortable around you because I'm worried that any moment, whenever I turn my back, you'll just go back to your old ways and try to kill me. So destroy all my friends if you want, because I will make you pay for it."

"Steven, you don't understand. We never wanted it to be like this!" White exclaimed as Steven quietly stormed off.

"You pressed the Mom button." Amethyst declared. "You shouldn't have done that."

"Steven, wait!" Spinel yelled as she jumped off Yellow's shoulder and ran off after Steven, leaving the Crystal Gems, the Diamonds, the Metals, and the Slytherophidians alone with the Lapidarist.

"You know, my offer is still on the table." The Lapidarist suggested to the Diamonds.

"We appreciate the gesture, but it will take more than just one device to atone for what we've done." Blue politely declined the offer. "Is there anything else you want to tell us?"

"Indeed, there is." The Lapidarist replied. "There is a prophecy that states that on the day of Ragnarok, there will be a mighty warrior who will emerge from the merger of a group of troubled beings to save all reality from Squamata." She then began to chant the prophecy out loud while her body shined every possible color in existence. "Enlightened warriors of clashing kinships come from afar to banish the Eclipse. Only when united in heart and mind, can they stop the worlds from being aligned."

"So definitely a fusion then." Garnet declared after a quick analysis of the prophecy.

"Yeah, but of who?" Greg asked curiously.

"That is for you to find out, my mortal friends." The Lapidarist said while reverting her body to normal. "But in the meantime, I sense a great crisis on the immediate horizon."

Elsewhere in the Jormagundrs' castle, Princess Naja was pacing about her room after being locked away by her brother's enforcers for trying to interfere with his plans. "Nosiop can't get away with this." She muttered to herself. "But who can possibly help us in this hour?"

"Hey, anyone in there?" Lars asked as he knocked on the door. "One of the guards told us that somebody got locked up in their room. Can you tell us who you are before we break you out?"

"I'm Princess Naja Jormagundr!" Naja introduced herself to her rescuer. "My brother had me imprisoned here because he's plotting to conquer our race, and he and Black Rutile didn't want me getting in the way! You must tell Steven Universe at once!"

"Don't worry, miss, we got your back!" Ronaldo yelled as he tried breaking down the door by ramming into it. "Agh, my shoulder!"

"Hey, Paddy Sapphire, can you shapeshift us a key hand?" Peedee asked Padparadscha.

"Ooh, Peedee will ask for my help to free the pretty princess!" Padparadscha said before the door opened, revealing Lars, Ronaldo, Peedee, and the Off-Colors on the other side of the door.

"Looks like our princess wasn't in another castle after all," Lars said as he took Naja by the hand and gave her a gentlemanly kiss. "So, what's this about your brother?"

"He wants our race to become conquerors because no one could take him seriously," Naja explained. "He has aligned interests with Black Rutile to further those goals, and I fear they will doom you all."

"Oh dear, not Black Rutile." Fluorite shook her head in disgust. "Nosiop has made the wrong choice. Black Rutile is one of the evilest, cruelest Gems we know."

"Or is she?" Rhodonite wondered. "After her big meltdown to Steven, I'm having second thoughts about Black Rutile."

"Of course, she could also lie to gain people's sympathy." The left Rutile twin suggested.

"That is so like Black Rutile to do that." The right Rutile added.

"So, now, what do we do?" Peedee asked. "Are we just going to wait and see how this goes?"

"Everyone, I have another vision!" Padparadscha exclaimed. "Prince Nosiop Jormagundr is going to make an announcement!"

"Hey, she's right!" Ronaldo gasped before pointing at Nosiop slithering into the stadium. "Look over there!"

At the Ouraborium, Nosiop had returned to his family's viewing box, where he sat on his father's throne alongside the other Universal Lords to make his grand speech. "Today, people of Serpentes, shall be the most glorious day our planet has ever seen." Nosiop declared with Black Rutile and Pyth standing on either side of him. "As of today, I shall now take my father's place as your ruler, for he is not fit to be a king or a Universal Lord. Let this be a wake-up call to you Slytherophidians, the Universal Lords, the Gem race, and the ignorant masses across the entire universe! I shall soon arrive with an entire army of loyal Gems at my side to face down an ancient foe my father has hidden from you for so long! We all must answer to the hand of fate, and fate has chosen me to conquer this world!"

As soon as Nosiop finished his speech with an evil laugh, the entire stadium was sent into a frenzy, wondering if their prince was joking or if he intended to conquer Serpentes. The Universal Lords were left shocked at this declaration, but none were as affected by this as Black Rutile, who looked to one side as she began contemplating her role in Nosiop's plans.

And so, Nosiop pulls off step one of his grand plan. Announce what he's doing to the world and make everyone so scared and confused, they'll have no idea what to do with him. Yeah, talk about dropping a lot of bombs in just one chapter, but this isn't the end of it! Next chapter, we'll be in the homestretch with chaos aplenty and a contemplation of where certain characters will end up by the end. It can only get crazier from here, folks.

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The Aesthetics of Miraculous' Main Cast Pt. 2

Due to popular request, a second instalment based on the series' deuteragonists and tritagonists.

5. Tsurugi Kagami // Indie

Hear me out.

First of all, like with all aesthetics, there's no concrete definition for what constitutes as 'indie', although most people have a pretty definite idea of what shouldn't be. Indie is one of the widest aesthetics out there, bordering on multiple other sub-genres connected to a mish-mash of specific architectural, cultural, and musical styles.

But for Kagami, what I constitute as "indie" for her is simply a strong attraction to independence and individuality.

I don't think there's two better words to describe Kagami, out of all Miraculous characters, even the main deuteragonist cast, Kagami stands out because she has always been a girl who gets what she wants when she wants it, at times breaking the signature Miraculous limits of being reset back to default at the end of each episode. She remembered her disdain of Adrien, and although still cares deeply for him, never forgot the wound she obtained from him either.

Unlike all the other rich kids of Miraculous, Adrien, Chloé, Félix, and even Lila to a debatable degree, Kagami has always been far stricter and more formal in manner. This is does not, however, means that she is content to conform with her situation and blend into her mother's desires for her. No, Kagami has demonstrated capabilities to be far more rebellious than even our resident rogue superhero, surprising him at instances, and her adamant dedication to her drawing hobby, despite her mother's clear verbal disapproval, cements the strength of her indie personality. Moody independent loyalty, above all else.

We've never seen Kagami wear any other outfit apart from her fencing gear, kimono, and blazer-ed school uniform, and the audience certainly isn't aware of what her room or house looks like, but I imagine Kagami would be rather casual and grunge in sartorial terms. Preferring a good pair of comfortable, worn-in sneakers which are prime for running and other physical activities, rather than heeled shoes. Soft denim, fitted t-shirts, and relaxed bomber jackets with patterns of bright orange tigers and candy-red koi fish are also on the menu.

In terms of decorating her room – perhaps something like the image I provided above, granted with a lot more red and a couple prints of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec's scattered around.

6. Luka Couffaine // Grunge

Grunge is defined by music. Having started off in the hard rock scene of Seattle, Washington, the popular grunge fashion sense – worn denim with holes at the knees, flannel, Converses, and oversized jackets – was once the uniform of preceding alternative rock bands to the likes of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, and 7 Year Bitch.

There's a general idea of hopelessness infested within grunge circles. Usually young teens with little faith in their futures or the adults/world around them, left to partake in aimless activities such as attempting to start off their band from their garage-offices, or smoking marijuana in the basement of their parents' house.

But a larger, more significant portion of grunge is about counterculture, rejecting the expensive and the mainstream, the manufactured and the perfected, for what is authentically human. In musical terms, this means hand-played instruments over recorded pieces and studio voices versus autotune.

I don't think there's a better way to describe Luka other than authentic. His grunge-style outfit and characteristic dyed hair aside, his rather angsty backstory as being the secret son of a rock icon, Luka is a genuine and honest person, who has seldom lied on screen (rather difficult to do when the series circles around hiding superhero identities from romantic interests), and never shied away from saying what would be tormenting and embarrassing to another person.

Congratulations to Luka for making the first, full love confession to his love interest in Season 3. It may have been blatantly disregarded since, but Luka did it, clear words right in Marinette's face, he did not conform to his peers' habits of sneaking around and attempting to find shortcuts.

7. Félix Fathom // Preppy

Since I've found out Félix is part-American, this aesthetic suits him far more.

There is an aspect to Félix that is Old Money, much like Adrien, semi-canon or not, apparently both boys have blue blood within them, as Emilie and Amélie are both alluded to being some form of English aristocracy. But what differentiates Preppy from Old Money, and indeed what separates Félix from Adrien, is sociability.

Félix does not suffer the serious curfews and heavily regimented household dynamic Adrien does, he's free to do what he wants, when he wants, and according to this show, that includes committing cross-country felonies with the aid of his loving mother.

Much like Old Money, Preppy is characterised by wealth, and a penchant for materialistic objects. Félix lives in a London penthouse, BTW, if anyone doubts his ability to showcase his upper-class background. Plus: his outfit. Apart from Kagami, and that appears to be a school uniform that she pairs off with sneakers, Félix shows up to nearly each scene he's in with a waist-coat, black tie, and dress shoes. Not even Papillon/Papillombre/Monarch can beat that level of suave.

What also defines Preppy, a rather negative aspect which shines it out from other luxury aesthetics, is that partakers in this particular kind of sub-culture are known for elitism, looking down on those who are financially not on their level, or destitute in etiquette.

From the moment he arrived on-screen, Félix had been plentiful with his disdain, letting it be very well know who he despises or think little of.

8. Zoé Lee // Art Hoe

Zoé wants to be an actress. You can't get more artistic than that, and considering family dynamics, having a career goal alone places Zoé as far from the Chloé alignment as possible.

Art Hoe is an aesthetic based around nature, a love for art, and (usually) women. While the specific art form in particular is usually paintings related to the pop-art, graphic, and modern and post-modern genre, there are plenty of indie and alternative films such as the works of Andy Warhol, David Lynch, and Wong Kar-wai's, surreal, dream-like pieces which fits into the spacey, high culture requirements.

Not to mention, Zoé's outfit. From her bright turquoise beanie to sunshine-yellow jeans. Zoé's dabbles between tough masculinity with her leather jacket and quirky femininity with her blocky flower shirt. Her shoes are perhaps the most vibrant aspect of her ensemble, with quite a sombre backstory – "Yeah, I've written every nice thing that anyone's ever said to me, to keep them with me all the time." "But there's only one message!" "I only had one friend." – speaking of both her colourful personal style, but subdued persona.

I can see Zoé wearing mom jeans and painted overalls, slugging Kånken backpacks over her shoulder and donning striped Van Gogh socks.

To cap-off her Art Hoe requirements, the aesthetic focuses heavily on DIY, which Zoé proves by painting her own daily shoes.

#miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir #tsurugi kagami #luka couffaine #félix fathom #zoé lee #aesthetics #analysis

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Henry Pearl

THE VAMPIRE OF BATTLECREEK.

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Work of Art

Scars

Breakfast

Assurances

Sickness and Health

Keep Holding Me

Thankful For You

Tender Love and Care

Fatherhood

Snow Day

Stop Being So Cute

New Home

Babysitter

Lullaby

Family Flu Day -dad!au

Christmas Magic

Gentle

Family Flu Day -dad!au

Valentine’s Day

Building You Back

Distracted

Cookie Dough

Night Out

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI.

Being Affectionate

First Time

Kitty Play

Submissive

A Way With Words

#henry pearl #henry pearl x reader #henry pearl imagine #henry pearl battlecreek #battlecreek #battlecreek imagine #emmy's masterlist

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Taunt's Masterlist

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The Lost Pearl Part 18

Syverson x reader

TW: really short chapter

Masterlist

Masterlist for the lost Pearl

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When you woke up it was to a small body climbing all over you and a deep voice hushing. You groaned turning around and grabbing whoever was walking over you. You captured them holding onto them. You nestled your head into the wild hair and heard a giggle. Slowly you pealed your eyes open. You were met with wild orange hair. She turned around in your arms, her eyes were already bright without any trace of sleep. She tweaked your nose, giggling after. You let go of her turning on your back. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Syverson, he still looked a bit sleepy but otherwise already awake. You should feel shame by waking up next to a man you were not married to, but it seems that it did not matter in the Woodlands.

You put aside the scandalized thoughts and enjoyed the warm blanket and Rosamund’s rambling. The only thing that could make everything perfect would be a cup of warm coffee. Just as you thought it the door opened and Gisla came in, she stuck her head into the fort bemused at the picture. “Here have some breakfast.” She handed Syverson a tray with some bread and jam and oh thank the Gods - coffee.

Syverson handed you a cup and smiled when you clutched it to you. He had never seen you this disheveled. Even that one time you and he had fallen asleep in his study you were proper and elegant. But he had to admit he liked this version more.

“Common Rosamund, give as a moment to wake up.” She was rambling on about something you could not keep track of. Syverson handed her a piece of bread with jam as usual food to shut her up. It worked this time too. You shot Syverson a grateful look.

He reached out grabbing your hand, squeezing it. “Good morning Princess.” He caressed your hand with his thumb. “Did I keep my promise? of keeping you warm?” You nodded, “Yes very much so.” You looked at each other a moment longer. Both thought I could get used to this.

But you could not stay like this forever, once you had drunk your coffee and Syverson his it was time to follow your chores. Rosamund was told to clean up the mess while you went to Cella to give her some more lessons. Syverson went off to a council meeting. He looked back at you leaving the room longingly. How much would he have liked to stay like this, hidden away under blankets.

From there on the day went as usual. A walk, lessons, chores, more lessons, and then dinner. Nothing changed much about this in the coming days. Well besides the occasional gifts you found in your room. Syverson had gotten you a new red dress, a nice winter coat, a necklace, and some wooden figurines that will keep your books from falling odd the shelves. He had gotten you some more books and sought you out more often during the day to ask advice or if you needed anything, if the food was to your liking or if you needed assistance with something.

The meeting with Chae-Won had been postponed but finally, she came to Warhorse. She was a tall slender woman, with a crooked back and sharp eyes. “I have brought you some different woods we can use for the shelves, my Lady.” You and she looked over every option holding up to the wall. Syverson stood to the side, not interfering just watching. Once you said: “I do like the light wood but it will not fit with the rest of the room,” he butted in. Surprising you and Chae-Won. “We could get more of the wood and do the whole room so it will fit.” Would he seriously build a whole new room just so you could have the light bookshelves? You looked back at the room, observing, what felt like for the first time. It was spacious but warm. Not perfectly cut and elegant like your room back home. It was, you could not put another word to it than home-y.

“No, no.” You turned to Syverson again. “I think it is perfect just the way it is. I do not need light wood.” You walked over to the table holding all the options. You reached for a smooth almost shining dark brown, reddish wood. “I think this will do just fine.” Chae-Won looked at you. “Just fine?” You smiled at the older woman. From the way she was talking about her craft you knew she took great pride in her work and just fine would not cut it. “You are right. It would be more than fine.” You put some of your books on the wood. Looking at how they would look together. “Yes, this is the one.” You turned to Syverson, you felt the buzz of excitement run through you. He came over to look at the wood. “It is a fine choice.” Chae-Won took all her samples and told you she would be back tomorrow to take measurements. She walked out without a word. But rolled her eyes at the young people in love.

Syverson stood close to you still smiling down at you. “Thank you for this.” You turned to him. He shook his head as if he had done nothing special. “Are you happy?” He was still prepared to tear out all the dark wood or do whatever you wished. You knew he would but it was not necessary. So to reassure him you took his hand in yours. “Very much so.” His eyes flickered back and forth between yours trying to see if you were telling the truth. Once he was satisfied he squeezed your hand. It shot even more tingles through your hand, up your arm, and made your heart beat quicken. You could not help but step a bit closer to him, wishing to feel his warmth and smell his scent. Suddenly a thought struck you, “I do not think I have been this happy in a long time.” You whispered to him. It made him take a step closer to you. Your chests would be touching if it was not for the hands between you. He wrapped one of his arms around you. “Neither have I,” he whispered back. You let go of his hand, putting them up against his chest. Finally playing with the pear he still had around his neck, like you had wanted to for a while. “You still wear it.” You looked up at him. His eyes were solely focused on you. “Of course. You gave it to me.” He held you closer to him and lifted his other hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into it. “If you let me. I will wear it to my dying breath. And if there is a life after I will keep it right by my heart.” You could hardly breathe. Shaking your head you whispered. “But it is not treasure.” He lifted your head, making you look into his eyes. “To me it is.” You took the pear in your hand, laying it straight above his heart. “Then I wish for you to carry it until your dying breath and even after.” Syverson’s heart was racing underneath your fingers. Matching your pounding heart. Slowly Syverson leaned down, you matched it by every inch. “Rosamund will be here any second.” You breathed out. He could feel it on his lips, making him halt enjoying the feeling. “Then I will leave you to your school work.” He breathed back but made no move to leave. He still held you. His scent was intoxicating and all you wanted was to find out if he tasted intoxicating too.

Yet, you did not. You leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for all the gifts.” He tried to turn to chase your lips. His eyes were closed. “So you accept them?” It was a strange question but you answered anyways. “Of course.” This was it, he grabbed you once more to him leaning down. He needed to taste your lips. Just as you were about to you heard Rosamund yelling excited in the corridor. “Y/N, Y/N.” Syverson groaned stepping back from you. Rosamund did not need to see this. It would confuse her. But it did not matter. You had accepted his gifts. He lifted your chin kissing the corner of your mouth like you had done and left the room.

Rosamund burst in a second later, you still stood shocked and still by the table. Touching the spot Syverson had kissed. It was tingling. And you wished to feel it again.

Author's Note: I Am sorry but also not for teasing you guys again. I will promise this slow burn will come to an end soon!

Also shoutout to everyone who comments on my fics! I see you and I appreciate you!

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piratesandstuff · 1 year

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It’s been a while, but here—

Imagine Jack Sparrow and his crew battling it out against a band of rogue pirates aboard the Pearl one day.

Imagine during the battle, Jack catches a glimpse of his eight-and-a-half year old nephew Henry fleeing two pirates up on deck.

Imagine Jack pelting after them, thinking furiously to himself that Henry wasn’t even supposed to be here, what is he doing here?!

Imagine Jack nearly reducing both men to puddles after finding them in a room where they had Henry cornered, and the crew rushing in to take both to the brig on his orders.

Imagine Jack sheathing his sword as the room empties, just leaving him and Henry, who’s happier than a clam to see him…before Jack slowly turns around to meet his eyes with a cold look of barely-restrained fury.

Imagine Jack quietly uttering out “Henry. Weatherby. Turner. Come with me right now, boy.”

Puts a chill in the bones, I say.

#potc headcanon #potc #captain jack sparrow #Henry Turner #mr. Gibbs #black Pearl

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 1 year

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A Year Without (5/?)

Summary: After the curse returns Killian to the Enchanted Forest, he struggles to acclimate to his old life and his old ways. When a bird with a letter and memory potion arrives on his ship, he accepts the challenge to find Emma and help her save her family. Getting to Emma won't be easy and will cost him dearly, but what choice does he have when he cannot go a day without memories of her haunting him?

A03 | CH 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | CUTS

Day 156

Sea-green eyes danced with a mixture of joy and relief as they connected with his own across the deck, he felt an answering smile pull at his lips. Everyone was in high spirits as they began to dock in Storybrooke, reunited with Henry and Pan no longer a threat to their lives.

Killian watched mesmerised as the crisp breeze lifted her golden locks into her face almost playfully. She watched him watching her with a satisfied smile before she slowly faded away like pixie dust on the wind.

His chest tightened, blood pounding in his ears, “Swan! Swan!”

He called out, reached out, and stormed across the main deck, “Swan! Swan!”

What started as a demand to recall her from the breeze turned into a hopeless petition to an uncaring world, “Swan? Swan, please?”She never reappeared. There was no response from her, from the winds, or from the universe which had ripped them apart.

Desperate, he called out once more, “Swan, return to me, love.”

He awoke, alone, with a plea on his lips and a mist trapped in his eyes.

Day 179

The sea was calm and dolphins had started playing around the Jolly Roger as she sailed leisurely in the open sea. Days like this were why Hook had fallen in love with a life at sea. The lapping of the water against the ship and the ripple of the canvas sails in the wind brought the feeling of home to his restless soul.

Hook wondered if it was a morning like this in which Ariel found her prince. Perhaps, she'd reunited with him and learned that his heart wasn't as true as hers. Likely, she'd find him wrapped up in another woman with no recollection of either of their names.

But, what if they'd been reunited and it was exactly as she'd said? True Love.

Hook frowned, the rarity of such a morning clearly caused his thoughts to wander into places he'd never intended. He needed a new purpose, a mission of sorts. They'd already taken down the nastiest pirate crews that had risen to power in his absence, putting an end to those dealing in the darkest trades and securing The Jolly Roger's position as the powers of these waters.

The crew was satisfied with the riches relieved from those bleak ships, but no content pirate crew has ever existed. They hadn't noticed that he'd avoided piracy against innocent ships since his return; but, they soon would if he didn't give them all a new objective - a distraction. When they did register the change in his conquests, they were sure to mutiny.

He'd heard rumours of a treasure in these lands, unmatched by the coffers of any kingdom. It was time for Captain Hook to be known in all the realms for more than his antics to survive the demon boy and an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

Day 185

The long-lost treasure of the fabled Captain Jack Sparrow wasn’t marked on any nautical charts for one to seek and was often considered fantastical sea lore meant to entertain men during the long nights at sea. The stories traded between crews over pints in crumbling taverns and shared on ship decks between rum barrels beneath the stars varied wildly as each storyteller put their spin on the tale. The story was identifiable in every telling because each telling had enough commonalities between them to indicate to a careful listener that all of these tales were based on truth.

After centuries of sailing, Hook had heard every rendition imaginable and had discerned a few of the truths: Captain Sparrow had treasures beyond gold and silver, the remains of the Black Pearl were likely cursed and protected the treasure, and there was an artefact in this lost horde that had the ability to reunite you with your heart's deepest desire. Considering the size of the seas and the lack of any indication of where to begin the search, Hook understood the initial objections his crew voiced. However, when he told them the next port would be Singapore, a gruff cheer soared over the water; any qualms with the captain’s newest venture were forgotten by the promises of a friendly port filled with everything their black hearts desired. His heart was not so easily satisfied.

After seven months of failing to reacclimate to his life before Swan, he decided any hope of finding his deepest desire was worth the attempt. Even if he suspected he already knew what that desire was and knew it to be unreachable.

All magic has a loophole. It was time to stop trying to fit into his old habits; it was time to find a loophole to this bloody curse.

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#ouat fanfiction #ouat fanfic #A Year Without #CS Fanfic Eventually #captain hook #killian jones #writes by Jas #fic by Jas

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 1 year

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18 for the fic author asks! ✨

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

from it's not living if it's not with you:

Nigel obliges, and Janet crosses the room to check out what she’s working with, wincing as her headache intensifies. She looks him over slowly: his unkempt hair, his red eyes with pale skin bruise-dark underneath them. Too sardonic to be appropriately wounded, too sad to be anything else. Black skinny jeans and a hole by the armpit of his Jawbreaker shirt, track marks in the crook of his elbow. It’s all there already, is the thing. Sordid, brilliant, wasted, magnetic — boring, boring, boring. Unforgivably boring. The art director is on thin fucking ice. “Stay still.” Janet steps to the side so she can look at him in profile. Feels the familiar buzz of inspiration stirring in her hands, almost palpable beneath her skin. “You should be…” She tilts her head, letting the image cohere like a dream retrieved out of darkness. Feeling it fill her imagination, catching on a rough spot inside her she didn’t know was there. “A king.”

the image of Nigel The Bastard Son Of A British Lord wanting a music career comes probably entirely from the weird Matty Healy On A SYFY Show vibes the monster in eliot's body has, which to some degree i think informed the content of this story. but the main thing was @honeybabydichotomy mentioning amnesia as an eliot/margo prompt and thinking about the idea that eliot and margo's bond was so powerful that the second they come into contact, their real lives start bleeding through the edges of the identity spell, in ways they can't understand.

Nigel laughs darkly. “Good joke.”

She presses her mouth tight, ready for combat. “Pardon?”

“Putting a crown on the son who will never inherit the throne.” His surly mouth curls into something that might one day remember to be a smile. “Truth be told, I’m a little embarrassed I didn’t think of it myself for Devil May Care. Would’ve made a hell of an album cover.”

“That’s not —” Janet stops herself before she can explain that he’s wrong. Because — because he’s right. It’s a good joke, a good concept. Irony and darkness and mischief, all spread across the glossy pages. Held together, she must admit, by his big dark eyes. Twitter would go fucking nuts. And that’s why — that’s why she thought of it. That must be why. “Yeah, well. Congratulations on noticing I’m fucking good at what I do.”

“Apparently so.” Nigel looks almost amused, which — is irrelevant. He’s the product, the material. His opinions don’t matter.

The art director is nodding so fast it looks like her head’s about to pop off like an unlucky Barbie. Pathetic. “Okay, so — so something royal, then? Like, um — oh, like a Henry the Eighth thing, period dress, very classic. I think Cartier has a crown we could borrow. Or — or if you want a modern spin, what about like — like a gender-flipped Princess Di thing, pearls and heels —”

one fun thing about writing their alternate selves is that canonically these fake identities come from a not necessarily very well written comic book, so i feel like it makes sense for them to be sort of clumsy and cliche and not exactly people doing real things the way their actual selves are. this is very liberating as a writer btw, to decide that it's on purpose for things to read a little silly and false. nigel is so melodramatic in a way that is not quite eliot's melodrama (and british in a way an american would be british), and janet is sort of margo run through the filter of meryl streep in the devil wears prada. it doesn't make any sense that someone like that would actually hire an art director she thinks so poorly of, but it's the kind of thing a hacky comic book writer might come up with, so voila: the art director is basically the heroine in act one of a romcom she'll never get to star in, the way that all of kady-sam's police colleagues are straight off the set of some B-list crime procedural.

“Shut up.” Her head is fucking killing her and this bitch’s pitch deck babble is not helping. God, she is never hiring a Brown alum again. “It needs to be something… bigger.”

The art director says, “Bigger? Bigger like —”

“I said shut up, I didn’t say start running your useless idiot mouth again.”

The art director shuts up.

Janet massages the side of her head, trying to think. “A crown, yes, obviously, but not some Buckingham bullshit. It’s got to be — earthier than that. Wilder. Think — stone and ivy. Ancient roots. Stained glass, torches on the walls. Like —”

She can almost see it: Nigel sitting with his hands curled around the arms of a high-backed throne, fingers bedecked with rings. Ceilings arching high above him; sun through wrought iron windows making looping patterns of light on the ground. Draped in richly patterned fabric, brocaded in gold, with delicate touches, maybe, at the neck, the wrists. A land out of time, out of mists, out of myth. Strange and vast and yet he looks for once perfectly at home. And next to him a seated figure —

She can see it almost perfectly, in the pitch black of her covered eye.

“Magic,” she says. “It should feel like magic.”

Nigel meets her eyes, then. It’s the first time he’s done so. For just a second his face looks —

the eliot/margo Something Bigger thing is always so so so important to me because i think it's very key to both of them and why they gravitate towards each other without even knowing that about themselves so it was important to me to work it in here. and i like the way the language/imagery drifts away from chick lit and into fairytale talk as janet feels the press of margo's memories of eliot again.

“Magic?”

Janet rounds on the art director, furious. “Did I fucking stutter?”

“No,” the art director says, repulsively meek. “It’s just, kind of — I don’t know, at our last visioning meeting, you said our brand was —”

“I know what I fucking said. Do you know what I’m saying now?”

Again with the desperate nodding. What would it be like, Janet wonders, to work with even one person you actually respect. “You’re saying — magic.”

“Good girl.” Janet — hesitates; turns back to Nigel, lighting a cigarette with shaky hands. Jesus, he really is a mess. “Does that work for you?”

Her assistant gasps.

The art director makes and smartly swallows a choking noise.

The fashion editor looks around like he thinks he’s being pranked.

The photographers raise their eyebrows halfway to the ceiling.

The style team freezes their gossip to look around with wide eyes.

wish i had caught that i repeated "look around" but alas. i like that janet finds herself breaking her own policy of not giving a fuck what the content thinks, because of that pull of someone she cares about, and the idea that it's so unprecedented and bizarre everyone in the room is hyperbolically stunned. also it's deliberate that nobody else in the story has a name, and that she calls nigel the rock star until she's face to face with him and then she refers to him by his name - janet doesn't care about other people enough to think of them as people, until nigel shows up and suddenly she does.

Nigel says, “Magic. Like —”

Janet waits, inexplicably eager. Hoping that he’ll say — she doesn’t know what. She doesn’t —

He takes a drag on his cigarette and blows out smoke, shrugging. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever. I don’t give a fuck.”

Janet smirks, because — he does. He totally does. “It’s settled then. Magic.” To the art director she adds, “Full mock-up in by morning, we’ll review it first thing. And if you bring me some Hogwarts bullshit so help me god I’ll run you out of this town so hard you’ll spend the rest of your life taking Christmas pictures for gun fetishists in the Wal-mart of Nowhere, Jesusland. Ready to shoot by Friday.”

mostly i kept going till this last bit because i enjoy her threat to the art director tbh. i'll mention here that i really enjoy the title of this story, because it's a phrase that works for eliot and margo and their experience of being nigel and janet and then finding each other again, but it's also a song about heroin, so there's like a fun dark joke there for anyone else who was really into a brief inquiry into online relationships when it came out

#askbox #writing tag

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