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scuttlingcrab · 4 months

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Too Close for Comfort

I was inspired to write a quick scene after I saw this amazing piece, which I can't stop thinking about. I wanted to try something new and fun and hopefully on brand.

Summary: What happens when Tav gets a little too close to the devil? (Raphael POV x Female Tav)

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“You halfwit.”

Tav was sprawled out on the ground, clutching the burning wound in her stomach. No matter how hard she pressed, the blood found its way through her fingers, staining the ground beneath her.

Raphael stood near the campfire, holding an infernal weapon that dripped with her blood. He could stab that creature again. He summoned the blade away as he approached her, clenching his fists. His dark eyes were full of fire and rage.

“No wonder this realm is in disarray, you mortal buffoons don’t know how to conduct yourselves.”

Tav shifted her head to grin at Raphael as he got closer, coughing up blood.

“Can’t… can’t really take you seriously right now… you might want to wash yo-your face.”

Raphael grew hotter, his temper about to reach a boiling point; he was on the verge of erupting into his cambion form.

Tav had summoned Raphael that evening for a private meeting, pulling him away from his work. She insisted it was urgent and he was cursed to entertain her. Raphael had wasted hours lecturing these creatures about what's at stake but they never understood, never cared to listen. He was on the cusp of greatness; he could practically feel it tickling his fingertips. He could taste the triumph on his lips that he’s craved for millennia, and yet this inept group of heroes continued to be his final roadblock.

The moment Raphael stepped through his fiery portal to indulge Tav, she pounced on him like a cat in heat. She had taken Raphael’s head into her hands, tousled his hair and released a fury of kisses across his face; the final blow was that horrid wet kiss on his lips.

“Have you no decorum!” Raphael roared.

Flames exploded from his hands as he summoned his infernal weapon. He lunged it deep into the pit of Tav's stomach before shoving her away. She landed on the ground with a cry, the creature too stunned for even one of her annoying quips.

He was still peppered in those damned kisses, her taste lingered on his lips. He violently snapped his fingers, removing the evidence from his face, putting his hair back into pristine condition once again.

Tav let out a pained laugh, she was beginning to shiver. Her face getting paler with every passing second.

“Oh? Still find this amusing?” .

“It… was worth it.” Tav smiled again, blood lining her teeth.

“If it wasn't for your antics our business together could’ve been concluded a fortnight ago! I have no time for these mortal games, little mouse.” Raphael growled.

He glared at Tav and watched as her chest rose and fell like a passing wave, her movements getting slower and slower. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, alternating between long staggered blinks. He knelt down and grabbed her bloodied chin in his hand, squeezing it.

“You’re an exasperating creature, dare I say the worst kind.”

Tav forced a final smirk before her eyes flickered shut. Her body grew limp and that damned smile finally faded from her lips.

Raphael let out a long sigh, clearing all the air from his lungs. He looked up into the sky; there were no clouds tonight, the stars were glistening. An otherwise beautiful evening had it not been soiled thanks to that little mouse.

He thought hard for a moment about leaving her there, in a pool of her own blood. Let her companions discover the body, that would teach them all a fine lesson. But alas, they had a deal. He rolled his eyes as he picked up Tav's cold body.

A blazing portal crackled into existence in front of Raphael and he stepped through.

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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A Visit P2

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader (Named Alyssa Targaryen. Sister of Rhaenyra and Daughter of Viserys)

Rating SMUT

Incest (Niece X Uncle)/ medieval marriage discussion/ Underage (Characters are over the age of concept but discuss times when underage)/ sexual discussion / Fingering/ nudity/ breast play/ eating out

Part One

Daemon’s mind began to shut off as the only thoughts that remained were of their passion. He felt his body growing hotter, as his breathing began to grow heavy as they continued their sensual kiss. He fell under her spell, as any semblance of composure he had had now left it entirely. His heart was thumping in his chest like never before, as the way she kissed him now began to touch every nerve in his body. His mind became hazy, as the kiss went on and on. She moaned into the kiss now, the only sound in the cold dragon stone room was the fire cracking and their kisses clacking, she shuffled to wrap her legs around his waist still sitting in his lap with her chest against hers and slowly she began to move her hips grinding herself on him with wicked desire. Every new movement she made made him feel a new level of excitement. The heat now began to increase as they kept kissing each other. Like true dragons their passion burned with the heat of dragon flames.

Daemon's thoughts became lost to pure desire now, as the way she moved her hips on his lap filled him with even more pleasure. His hands gripped her hips harshly attempting to be the one to control her movements but all he did was guide her exactly as she had planned.

She pulled back and giggled "Oohh when Father finds out he's gonna be very upset with us,"

"Let my brother Stew in rage, We belong together. Just you and me."

She happily moaned with joy as she hugged his chest, she squeezed her body against him filled him with an intoxicating sense of love. Her touch also made his desires and passions grow greater and greater, as he couldn't get enough of her physical affection. Their bodies fit together in such a natural way as well. "I love you,”

He looked down at her with a sweet look filled with pure love, Her tender words were like music to his ears, he whispered quietly in her ear so not a soul other then her would hear such words from his lips, "I love you too Alyssa."

“Will you marry me? I like you always promised?”

"I was thinking of taking you into the Gods-wood. We can get married under a heart tree like many of the old kings and queens of the north did. We can be married in the presence of the old gods and the seven and they can bless our union. Then we'll have a massive feast One that everyone in the Seven Kingdoms will talk about for many years to come."

“Much to do and plan then,”

"I will have my servants plan such an event to be the greatest the realms has ever seen. You would not have to lift a finger. My men will take care of everything." He explained as he ran his fingers over her hair, “But for now I want nothing more than to spend every waking moment with you. I want to be with you all day long and I just want to love you. Do you wish to spend some time together now? If you'd like I can carry you to my bed chambers, spend some time showing you how much I love you."

She blushed bitting her lip and she nodded, He smirked and began rise to his feet, while making sure to pick up his new love and bride in the process. He then carried her in his arms to his bed-chamber, where he would make up for all the time they had lost by being apart from each other. As he carried her His lips kept pressing against hers, as their bodies were now starting to grow closer towards each other. She felt so natural in his arms now, as if this was truly where they belonged. They could stay in this embrace forever, letting the time just slip away.

Daemon placed Alyssa down on the bed, as their bodies lay inches apart from each other. His hands began to slowly wander around her body, caressing her skin in a delicate and slow manner. His soft kisses were now filled with a deeper level of passion, as the heat in the air was only growing greater.

"much cosier than my bed in the red keep.”

His fingers now began to gently caress her face, as his kisses began to grow more and more passionate as his lust for her began to overflow in a glorious manner. She giggled her hands stroked down his body until she held his hips and shifted their weight so she could sit on his lap so she could straddle him on the bed, his hands began to grip her waist and began to shift her hips back and forth in her spot. It was like her hips were in constant motion now, shifting against him in a way that seemed to never end. Moans fell from their lips as it only grew more intense silenced only by their kisses, his fingers now began to knead her back, his hands moving in circular motions as she moaned and made noises of satisfaction.

Daemon himself felt as if she was sending him into a new state of existence, as he was filled with such euphoria.

Alyssa briefly stopped only to tug off her dress ties and slip them off her body kicking her dress off and her corset leaving her sitting on him completely naked sat over him, he was still fully clothed but that didn't stop his desires. She was far far more than the little girl he fondled while she developed in King's landing this wasn't a girl. This was a woman. His woman.

He pulled her forehead to his own and gasped against her lips as his voice was thick with desire. "I want you like never before. I desire every inch of you, as everything about you is now perfect. I want to touch, kiss, and love you all over." He demanded forcing her down on her back.

He now began to slide his hand down lower from her waist petting her mound, as his body was now pressing tightly against her own. His other hand wrapped her into his grasp, as he began to kiss her neck all over. She squirmed under him moaning for his attention, Her moans turned him on immensely. His other hand rested softly on her stomach just above her hips and mound keeping her still so her hips couldn’t squirm and he loose his pace, he began to softly moan as his hand slipped down and he mercilessly began to thrust three fingers inside her his thumb rubbed her mercilessly, Alyssa began to scream his name soaking his bed and fingers as she desperately arched her back,

He growled enjoying her like this, His fingers now rubbed in a circular motion against her at a faster pace she pulled him into a kiss making out heavily before she pulled down his neck and suddenly squealed his name at the top of her lungs arching off his bed, soaking it as she did, her body shaking as she reached her orgasm and collapsed against the bed gasping,

He watched her with a dark look in his eyes he slipped his hand away and licked it clean as he made eye contact,

"uhh... I remember the last time you did that, I don't remember it being as good as that was .." she blushed gasping hard,

“It has been a while,” he smirked, “I remember the first time… Humm you screamed like a dragon,” he growled, as he moved his hands to her breasts He began to squeeze them and fondle them,

She giggled, "do you remember sneaking into my room and doing this before? I was only a little thing then they were half the size they are now"

Daemon had to stifle a laugh "They might have been smaller back then but… I wasn’t complaining then, or now. I think it's more than fair to say you have some truly spectacular breasts, Alyssa.”

"I think it's your fault there so big"

"Is that so? So it's my fault your curves are so tempting and attractive? It's my fault your body now drives me crazy with desire? Do you really think I could stay away from those breasts now that they're so... mature?"

"Sneaking in my room every night and playing with them for an hour. I think it encouraged them to grow big for you"

"They grew well for me, as it seems they're a perfect size for me to enjoy."

"I wonder if they'll get even bigger one day, when I get pregnant," she teased,

He growled under his breath bit his lip hard at the thought about her being pregnant with his child, as her words now made him desire her even more. The thought of her breasts growing bigger while she carried his child was almost too much for him now, but he could not hold his desire back any longer. His lips suddenly came down to kiss her again. He kissed her lips before trailing off down her jaw and neck he kisses along her neck and continued to lower and lower, his lips now reaching around her breast where he began to gently kiss her there. He began to kiss her upper breast, using her moans and giggles as encouragement to continue. Her words and reactions filled him with so much satisfaction, as he began to kiss a little more vigorously and deeply. His tongue began to circle around her nipple hardening it and gently biting it, he suckled and licked flicking her nipple with his tounge before he moved to the other and did the same He would switch back and forth with that rhythm, taking his time to enjoy her. She arches her back and squeals his name for his kisses her hips bucking up off the bed in her desperation for attention,

Daemon began to kiss her even more vigorously and to rub more of her body grinding himself against her as he teased her breasts before he grabbed her thighs kissing down her stomach until his lips met her clit he kissed her, sucked on her clit, teased her labia and clit with his tounge all, while she continued to buck her hips up towards his lips, scream his name, squirm her body against his bed, He even teased her dripping cunt with his tounge.

Alyssa screamed and moaned desperately "Daemon! Please!"

Couldn't help but grin at the sound of her screams and cries, as he began to feel like he had already won. He continued as she screamed for him,

"noo! Please! No More No more No more!"

He held her thighs and hips down on the bed so she couldn’t resist him only becoming more intense teasing her to the very edge

Daemon Targaryen

Daemon chuckled at this request now. Her screams and cries of desperation were such a turn-on for him, as he was just eager to keep making her experience all this pleasure.

"Please Daemon! Enough!"

Daemon smiled at her plea, as this only made him desire her more, He began to kiss her again with renewed intensity, as he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her back hard against the bed so she was completely at his mercy, as he continued to kiss her clit all over with increased ferocity. His fingers moved to slip inside her thrusting with equal speed as he continued to passionately kiss and lick her clit.

She screamed his name loudly enough to echo through DragonStones halls, her body trembling and shaking, her head thrown back against the bed, she immediately soaked his bed completely and tears flooded down her face before she collapsed on the bed gasping for breath muttering his name over and over as she reached her second orgasm

Her screams of his name sent shivers down his spine, as her whole body shook. Daemon was now a bit overwhelmed with pleasure himself as he gradually slowed to keep her in her pleasure as long as he could, as she suddenly collapsed back onto the bed and her body went limp. He stopped, as he was left gasping and breathing heavily from watching her.

Daemon pulled back and sat over her with his cocky smile, "Tell me what you want Alyssa." He demanded,

She blushed her face red, her breasts bounced as she gasped desperately, all she did was grab him by the belt and pulled him short and fast so his hips met hers so his erection would rub against her dripping pussy.

"Right answer." He smirked pinning her arms on the bed and kissing her lips with a firey passion.

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weirdmorefics · 9 months

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Angels May Escape The Flames But Witches Never Do- Crowley X reader

A/N- Aziraphale X Crowley X Reader if you squint. This is kind of the same reader/witch as one of my other Crowley one-shot but they both can be read by themselves. If you want to read more with the witch reader click here or my masterlist

Pronouns- She/Her

Hurt/Comfort

TW- Fire, Emetophobia, Concussion

Word Count- 1,232

Summary- The reader gets stuck in the bookshop when Sergeant Shadwell sets fire to it.

I was in the back of the bookshop organizing the shelves because the shop was a mess, which is understandable since we are literally entering armageddon.

I heard Aziraphale shout uncharacteristically loud "You stupid Man!"

I peeked around the shelf to see what the problem was when I saw a blue light followed by Aziraphale screaming the F-bomb if the situation wasn't so dire I think I would have found myself dying of laughter.

I see Aziraphale vanish into the light and the man looks as shocked as I do. He shouts, "Hello" then turns for the door. I ran after him "What have you done!"

"I just saved you from a nasty witch," he smiles proudly.

I scowl deeply at him, "Aziraphale was no witch! I think you also may need to check your prejudice. We are no longer living in the era of witch trials, burnings, and hangings."

He gasps, "I should have known witches always travel in covens. You are one of them!"

I should have known to not mess with a so-called witch-hunter considering many of my ancestor's pasts but I was filled with rage over what happened to Aziraphale. So I venomously spit out " What if I am a witch? What are you going to do about it!" I expected some witty comeback or some exorcism but he shocked me when he ran full force into me knocking me to the ground.

I hit my head so hard off the wood flooring my ears were ringing and I felt the air knocked out of my lungs. There was a crash behind me and he seemed to smile at the result. "Now you will go out in true witch fashion." He shouted while slamming the door behind him.

The loud slam of the door left my head ringing even louder. I tried to sit up but the ringing in my head became so loud I lurched to the side and vomited. I reluctantly had to lay back down because it seemed moving was not an option. It started to feel very hot and I wasn't sure if it was the fact that I just vomited my guts out or the concussion I so obviously had received. I moved my eyes to the side to see the unfortunate cause of the heat. It was a fire growing rapidly I would do anything to save the books, to save Aziraphale's legacy but I was becoming increasingly tired and my eyes fluttered closed.

I keep going in and out of consciousness as the fire gets hotter and hotter. My last concussion definitely did not take this long to wake up from but that one was not during a rapidly growing fire. There was no way I was getting out of this it was getting progressively harder to breathe and I could not use any spells in this state not that any of my ingredients were going to survive this mess. Maybe all witches were meant to die like this burning in the great flames of their ancestors.

I hear the doors fly open with a bang which scares me for a moment because that is how the witch hunter left. Then I hear Crowley's voice Crowleys beautiful voice, "Do I look like I run a bookshop?"

He shouts Aziraphale's name and mine repeatedly. I want to shout that I am here but I can't manage to get a word out. He starts rambling about where the Heaven/Hell are you two for God's sake or whoever's sake.

I try so hard to get anything out but all I can manage are weak coughs and wheezes. Maybe it really is too late for me...

Water shoots through the glass window shattering it and landing Crowley on the floor and for once the fates have smiled upon me. He lies face to face with me.

He smiles brightly at me and cups my face his glasses are knocked off and I am glad that I can see his beautiful yellow eyes one more time.

"My sorceress I... I thought you were gone," He whispers and holds my face like I might slip away if he loses his grasp.

My voice is very hoarse and hardly understandable, "Your eyes," I struggle to breathe, "I wish I got to see them more." I wheeze once more.

Crowley had always told you how much he disdains his eyes but at that moment he kissed your head, "You will sweetheart! you will!"

He goes to pick me up and I swat at him and he looks truly hurt, "Forget me," I gasp. "you don't have time!" tears spill from my eyes "Take the book it is all that matters. Save the earth," I think I have used all my air at this point I cough and I can't stop. Wet ashes coat my hand as they are expelled from my lungs.

Crowley looks utterly enraged at this statement. "If you think earth means anything without you and Angel you are sorely mistaken," he seethes.

I have no energy left to fight I close my eyes as I feel myself lugged over his shoulder. His shouts make the ringing ever so louder as he shouts for a medic. I want to tease him as I always do when he has that worried face but this time he has a right to be worried.

I am laid down so gently on a stretcher that I know it is Crowley because he has always been afraid I'll break since I am not an immortal being like them. I hear Medics shout things like grade two concussion, rib contusions, and severe smoke inhalation. Even though my head is still extremely foggy and my throat burns like hell I lift my oxygen mask off to speak.

Crowley forcibly places it back on, "Shh, darling don't speak. Save your energy."

I roll my eyes and ignore him and breathe deeply sounding like a sixty-year-old smoker, "Crowley, Azi is still alive. He was put in this blue-white ray. Save the earth for Aziraphale and me so we have a place to come back to... to be together again."

Crowley smiles brightly, "He's alive!"

"The book everything is in the book, please tell me you have the book." I wheeze.

"Sir, please tell her she needs to keep the oxygen mask on!" The medic yells annoyingly loud.

Crowley forces the mask back on me, "You really think I was going to forget the book you would risk your life over sweetheart." He does a wink and a smirk that instantly makes my heart monitor embarrassingly spike.

The medic looks at me concerned and asks if I am having palpitations which makes me blush harder. Crowley smiles at this and I am sure he is cataloging this memory in his brain to bring up constantly.

Crowley kisses the top of your head, "I am off to save our angle and our home."

Crowley takes his shades off and looks at the medic who scrambles backward knocking over medical supplies. "If you do not make sure she comes out of this in top-notch health there will be hell to pay!" He sticks out his forked tongue and I am scared the medic may die of fear before he can even fix me up.

He gives me one last kiss on the forehead "Until we meet again darling."

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okiedoketm · 11 months

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Unfortunately, Azula’s first memory is Zuko.

The details are hazy. She is two, maybe three years old. Holding something. He quickly snatches it from her hands. Pushes her forcefully into a bow, head to the floor.

Then Father is there. He grabs the object Zuko took from her. Raises his voice. Smacks Zuko. Leaves. Zuko cries.

It’s a rather dull first memory. Not even about her.

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Her second memory is much better.

She is almost four, watching Zuko’s lessons. She’s figured out how to firebend for a few weeks now, but hasn’t told anyone. Instead, she is watching. Waiting.

Zuko runs through the same kata he’s been trying for days. The same steps, same motions. Azula can see acutely where he falters. Can see Father’s eyes narrow, his mouth mangle in distaste.

She hops to her feet and strides onto the field, beside Zuko. Father barks her name, but she ignores him.

“Like this, Zuzu,” she says, and performs the motions, but turns her foot where Zuko keeps it planted.

Fire bursts from her hand, a perfect blast.

When the light dissipates, Father is smiling. Father has never smiled before. A thrill rushes through her.

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Azula is five the first time she realizes just how stupid her brother is.

Unlike Zuko, she has never been struck by Father. It’s actually quite simple. If you make Father happy, he won’t be angry enough to hurt you.

Zuko, for some reason, still hasn’t figured that out. And he’s had two years on Azula to get there first.

They’re at family breakfast. Zuko drops his fork under the table. He crawls under the tablecloth to get it. Father scowls.

“I’ve mastered my intermediate forms, Father,” Azula says, “I begin advanced training today.”

Father turns his gaze to her, a smile forming.

There’s a thud. The table shakes. Father frowns, and puts a bored hand over his glass. Azula does the same - quick and calm enough that it seems she did it on her own.

Zuko scrambles out from under the table, holding his head where he undoubtedly hit himself.

“But I’m still learning the intermediate forms!” He says desperately. Azula fends off a cringe. She just played the biggest card in her hand to make Father happy, and Zuko is wasting it.

“Zuko,” Father says sharply. Zuko flinches. Azula wants to strangle him; he should know that Father hates displays of fear.

“It’s okay, turtleduck,” Mother says softly, but urgently, “Sit down.”

Azula wants to strangle her too. Father hates-

“What did you just call the boy?” Father asks, voice dripping with venom.

Idiots. Azula thinks fiercely. Shut up.

“It’s nothing, Ozai,” Ursa says placatingly. Azula wants to tackle her and melt her lips closed. “Zuko just-”

“Zuko,” Father cuts her off, “Needs to behave himself at the table. Or else he won’t be allowed to eat at all.”

He stares at Ursa with hatred that could melt steel without fire. Ursa, to her credit, doesn’t buckle and blubber like Zuko would. She nods tersely and returns to her breakfast, only shooting a discreet look of urgency to Zuko.

It’s messy, but passable. Azula would have actually responded with words, and with dignity, but Azula would never let herself draw so much ire in the first place.

Zuko finally, finally takes a hint and starts to return to his seat.

“Azula,” Father turns back to her pleasantly, and the slight tension in her shoulders vanishes. Her card is still in play. “Perhaps I will join-”

SCREECH

Azula snaps her head to the noise. Zuko is frozen in place, halfway through scooching his chair on the marble floor like a fucking dog-monkey.

“Father is speaking,” she practically spits at him.

Zuko’s eyes widen.

“Azula!” Ursa exclaims. Azula whips her head to her, too, fresh vitriol ready on her tongue.

“ENOUGH!” Father’s voice booms, echoing off the high ceiling.

The table shakes, more violently than before. Azula primly covers her glass with her hand. There is a searing flame of rage in her chest, hotter and fiercer than any chi she’s ever had. She had been crafting this moment for a week, and Zuko ruined it with his incompetence.

“Take the boy and get out of my sight,” Father orders Ursa.

She stands and gathers a petrified Zuko, scooping him up gently from the chair. Like she has all the time in the world to-

“Now,” Father growls, and Ursa drops the gentleness, practically dragging him from the room.

“Should I leave as well, Father?” Azula asks.

Father sighs.

“No,” he says tiredly, cutting into a sausage and popping it into his mouth. “Someone should remain to enjoy the morning.”

He puts the cutlery down and dabs at his lips with a napkin, despite the fact that Father has never let a stray crumb or droplet of any kind touch his face since the day he was born.

“I was hoping to watch your lesson today, but it seems like I will be too busy teaching the boy manners.”

Father stands, dropping the napkin atop his half-eaten food.

“Perhaps tomorrow, Azula.”

“Of course, Father.”

When the doors close behind him, she is alone in the massive room. After ten seconds, when she is sure he’s gone, she snatches a piece of toast off Zuko’s plate and coats it in searing flame, burning it to a puck. With a shout of pure, unadulterated rage, she throws it at the wall. It shatters into a shower of burnt gluten and embers.

The hall is silent, and her angry heaves of breath are deafening.

Then she remembers herself. Azula is five years old and a princess, not a tantrum-throwing toddler. With a wave of her hand the debris are smothered, and she shoves away from the table. The chair doesn’t so much as squeak.

“Clean that up,” She snaps at a servant. “Bring a fresh plate to my room.”

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corn-producer69420 · 1 month

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OMG... so I saw that you are doing mha now and i am currentlyre watching it (season 4 woohoo) and I was thinking as a request what if (shigaraki x reader)

One day y/n gets kidnapped and blah blah when he finds her he returns back to the league before ignoring them locking y/n and him in their room before breaking down saying how he was so sorry and he will never let that happen again as he inspects her wounds or somethn

Nothing too big but just an idea :) keep at ittttt

😳... why me this is so good😭

Okokok good thing I was already writing up 1

Shigaraki x Reader

In the depths of the League of Villains' hideout, amidst the shadows and whispers of dark intentions, Shigaraki, the blue-haired enigma, found solace in the company of another villain, known only as (Y/N). Their connection was unconventional, born not from shared ideals or ambitions, but from a mutual understanding of the chaos that bound them together.

Their love story unfolded in the clandestine exchanges of letters, passed between secret meetings and covert operations. For a year, they danced around their feelings, their emotions hidden behind veils of villainy and deception. Yet, with each letter exchanged, their bond grew stronger, until it became undeniable.

The other members of the League of Villains observed their relationship with a mix of annoyance and amusement. They couldn't understand why Shigaraki and (Y/N) didn't simply declare their love openly and be done with it. But Shigaraki, with his stoic demeanor, and (Y/N), with her unwavering resolve, kept their affections veiled, their hearts guarded against the world.

Then, one fateful day, (Y/N) disappeared. Kidnapped by a rival faction seeking to strike a blow against the League of Villains, she found herself in the clutches of darkness, her only solace the memories of Shigaraki's touch and the promise of their love.

Shigaraki's world shattered when he received news of (Y/N)'s abduction. His facade of indifference crumbled, replaced by a consuming rage that burned hotter than the flames of his disintegration quirk. He tore through anyone who dared stand in his way, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake as he pursued the only thing that mattered to him.

Finally, he found her, battered and bruised but alive. In that moment, surrounded by the wreckage of his fury, Shigaraki held (Y/N) close, his hands trembling with a mixture of relief and guilt. He returned to the League of Villains with her in tow, ignoring the curious glances and whispered gossip of his comrades.

Locking themselves away in their shared room, Shigaraki inspected (Y/N)'s wounds with a tenderness that belied his villainous nature. Tears welled in his eyes as he apologized, his voice raw with emotion. He swore to never let anything harm her again, his heart laid bare in the aftermath of their harrowing ordeal.

As the days passed, Shigaraki and (Y/N) emerged from the shadows of their past, their love stronger than ever before. Though their journey was fraught with danger and uncertainty, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that threatened to tear them apart.

And so, amidst the chaos of their villainous world, Shigaraki and (Y/N) found a love that transcended boundaries, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded them.

#bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #x reader #asked and answered #answered #my hero acadamia #my hero acedamia

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What, those aren’t in the same universe- yes they are. <<<the thoughts running through my head when I made a crossover of Marvel, Star Wars, Danny Phantom (Dannys stays in Amity and never leaves though, he literally just happens to become a halfa) and DC.

(Its important to note this was written in 2024)

A fact known to Anakin and Anakin alone is that Obi-Wan was reincarnated to take part in Star Wars. He was born in the year 1849 on earth, it was the earth we exist on today, only the future differs. His name was John Kyle, an archeologist who is a retired medic from a long forgotten war but also had unofficial diplomatic and fighting training from various tight spots. Years ago John found a child lying in the desert.

Anakin however has simple been alive all those years. He was born in a desert to a human mother captured by scientists ahead of their times, the experimented on her, and he was born from it. He lay on the desert dying for years, his unwelcome powers keeping him alive and suffering, this sparked his hatred, of the desert, of the sand, of the scientists. The only thing he remembered were his mother’s dying words “Anakin, you’ll- you’ll be so great, you’ll walk the skies.” as she succumbed to her wounds after giving birth, at least he remembers his name Anakin.

Anakin grew up under John, John becoming the father he never had. By the time he was 20 the war had ended but it scarred him, he never forgot the screams. By the time he was 25 he had stopped aging, blaming the scientists and not explaining his past to John out of fear of rejection. By the time he was 34 and John was 52 John thought he had connected the dots, his apprentice had stolen an artifact they’d both been hunting for and it had carried an ancient plage or power that slowed him down from aging! One day while exploring a volcano it turned active, John saw his chance and pushed the boy in and ran.

Anakin burnt alive, his anger roaring up inside of him the same time a natural portal to the ghost zone opened up in the volcano. Anakins eyes turned fire red, the blood in his veins turned to lava, his rage burnt hotter than the lava ever could. Anakin becomes an oxymoron, even beyond the fact he’s half alive half dead, he died in lava yet his weakness is water (guy never learnt how to swim, after being held underwater and nearly drowned he never really got over it), all ghosts hate what killed them and have weaknesses to it, Anakins death is his power. He takes on an apparence which is basically what he looks like normally but with fangs, sometimes his eyes reflect light or glow though, and when he gets mad his skin heats up, turning charred and what should be exposed flesh turns into lava below the charred skin, also his hair starts to turn to flame. Anakins obsession is revenge and his core is permanently stained with rage.

By the time Anakin gets out a grip on his powers World War 1 starts drafting with the year being 1914, Anakin (despite technically being dead) immediately decides that’s a good idea for blowing off steam and also a way to get actually military experience to murder John with. He hacks a comuptor and signs himself up, putting in his photo, his medical stuff, experience, and everything else on the form, then as he stares at the name box he remembers he’s meant to be dead, he choses a fitting name, Achilles. Achilles wrath matched Anakins rage, Achilles heel matched Anakins weakness to water, and hopefully Anakin will be able to bring the name Achilles some more modern glory.

He gets his dog tag and as sits in a cart heading to war with the rest of his team, Anakin runs his finger over the ingraving in it, careful not to melt it, Achilles. As bordom sets in he remembered other stories of ancient greek, more specifically Aphrodite Areia, Areia was an epithet meaning war like and it seperated Aphrodite Areia from her more commenly known version Aphrodite. He supposes he needs one to if there are to be two great Achilles, in his head he starts referring to himself as Anakin Achilles.

After 4 years at war and another year spent wandering the contry Anakin comes back to where he knows John is just to find out he died of old age around the time the war ended at 68, despite this being quite impressive despite modern medican Anakin promptly decides to go jump into another volcano. It is like a warm bath. But it cheered Anakin up- seriously, who knew volcanos were so nice when you weren’t burning alive?

After this he grabs the blackest clothes he can find and knows will be easy to move in, some fabric which he wraps around his face from nose to chin, tucks his dog tag safely into his clothes, and walked into the nearest bar he knew had shady dealing going on. He promptly intoduced himself as an assasin looking for training and gets pointed to a table full of tough looking people.

Two years later he’s been an assasin apprentice for years, under someone he thinks is called Ra Ah Ghoul. Anakin serves the guy for another 4 years despite thinking he’s kind of an asshole, then runs away. He’s learnt enough to avoid most of Ghouls traps and makes it out with a minor stab wound, he doesn’t really have organs anymore so he’s not worried.

He does take a moment to sit on someones roof top and stare at the stars, he thinks back to his first memories and remembers with a small laugh, the one you give when you’re shocked and in awe and a little breathless but happy, he knows his full name now, his birth name, Anakin Skywalker. He thinks fondly about it and feels like a child for the first time in years, staring up the the stars with the last thing his mother gave him, his name, just for a moment Anakins rage is fully forgotten.

Suddenly he feels to small, he looks down a sees the chubby hands of a baby, he actually physically blinks at that. He can work with this, his life is over due for a bit of normal anyways, he stores his dog tag (the only thing he has attachment to) inside his rib cage using a helpful bit of intangibility and floats down to the door step. He can hear a young, kind, childless couple inside.

Anakin- now named William, danced with his wife, Julia Lotis. He was so truely smitten with her and for the first time in so long he loved the domestic life style, Julia had finally quited the rage always simmering in his core, she was his Angel. He brought Julia in for a kiss and admired her, her long chocolate hair, her warm brown eyes that seemed like cozy fires during the winter rather then his uncontrolled rage. He swung her around in a circle and reached out to catch her when her eyes went wide, he caught her lifeless- pulseless- breathless- body and stared.

He stared at her for a long time, trying to hold back the cracks in his core, but it was like reading a book when the ending was so obvious. He conculded he was going to kill everyone within the city once he got out of shock, Anakin dropped his Angel to the floor, moving to the cupboard on autopilot, he grabbed his darkest clothes and put them on, the knifes he had hidden away just in case were quickly hidden in the folds of his outfit, he pulled out his dog tag, letting it’s reasuring weight lay heavy on his chest.

He walked all the way to Gotham, he didn’t even move as it hailed and stormed, as the ground shook and trees collapses. He walked to Metropolis, it was 1975, anyone who knew anything knew the Justice League was looking for new hires, he wasn’t looking for a job but if he could get to one of the interviews then he’d be immediately be recognised as a threat and subdued.

He stormed into the daily planet building where he knew at least Superman was holding interviews, he scared everyone out of the elevator with a death glare and walked straight into the room he could hear Superman talking in, he pushed open the door “Uh, interviews are over.” Superman abruptly paused, probably taking in Anakins disheveled and disassociating self, Anakin ignored the knife that dropped to the ground “Are you- here for an interview?” Superman asked. Anakin glared at him and jumped Superman as red over took his vision.

Anakin woke up in a cell, a wary Superman stood in front of him dripping his lava “If- you could’ve just said you had fire powers.” Superman said, Anakin sagged down into the chains and Superman looked at him for a second before realisation hit him “You weren’t here to show us your powers, you’re here so we could stop you.” Superman was suddenly no longer hesitant “Sounds like a hero to me, I think we’ve got your powers down, but if you want a spot in the League I only need your name.” It doesn’t take him a second to answer “Achilles.”

By 2002 it was doomsday, for the third time this month. The hero thing certainly wasn’t boring, and various other heros had helped Anakin gain an appreciation for technology, he was a technopath. Any

This is getting way too long, also I accidentally queued it so I’ll just reblog with more.

#crossover #lazerswordweilder writes #danny phantom #dp #dpxdc #dc #marvel #Star Wars

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browneyedgirly93 · 2 years

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Like An Autumn Breeze

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister only 16 years old when you are shoved into the cauldron along with your two eldest sisters. You quickly learn that you are mated to the heir of The Autumn Court.

Eris x Reader

Warnings: fear?

Word Count: 1562 A/N: This is my first multipart fic! I hope you enjoy it, I know that this premise has been done a ton but I hope you enjoy my rendition of it! :)

Part One

I was grabbed by two of Hybern’s guards and dragged towards the cauldron so much rage was coursing through my body, I began clawing at the soldiers bucking wildly trying to get out of their grasp. Nothing was working, they were much stronger than I was. If I hadn’t been gagged I would have spit in their faces. I continued flailing and bucking as I was lifted up and dropped into the water.

I tried to grab the side of the cauldron but the soldiers pushed me down into the freezing cold water. Suddenly it felt like a fire had erupted in my heart and in that instant, I knew I was dying. I could feel my limbs extending with excruciating pain, it felt like every muscle was being torn. The fire was pulsing through my veins and I couldn’t contain it any longer. I watched as flames shot out of my hands in firey ribbons, mixing with the black inky water it began swirling around me. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

“The youngest of the sisters, your soul burns with rage and fear” an ancient voice filled my head as the fire swirled closer around me the temperature getting hotter. “This fire is not ordinary fire, it burns brighter and hotter than the rest.” The fire engulfed me burning me to my core. With that the cauldron tipped and I was dumped on the floor gasping for air. Feyre rushed to my side reaching out to me she pulled her hand away looking down to see a burn mark, looking down at me I met her eyes.

“It burned me” I rasped out as everything went black.

It had been a month since that awful day in Hybern when my sisters and I had been made Fae by the Cauldron. I was living in The Night Court in the House of Wind with my Elain, Nesta and Lucien while Cassian and Azriel looked after us. I had been watching as Elain wasted away to nothing and Nesta watched over her, neither one of them even bothering to ask how I was feeling.

I was so angry, I felt like I was going to burst into flame at any moment. I didn’t feel like myself anymore, my entire body was different I was taller and my limbs were longer. My face was more angular and sharp, with pointed ears, my eyes seemed bigger than before and my hair had changed shades. Instead of the golden-brown hair my sisters and I had shared, mine had changed to a more orange tone. I didn’t recognize the female in the mirror anymore and that made me so angry.

I needed to do something with all this pent-up anger, I needed to turn this rage into something positive or it would eat me alive. Before I could change my mind I went searching for Azriel, asking him to winnow me to the townhome. He did so without any questions and then immediately faded into the shadows.

I walked to Rhysands office, beginning to feel a bit nervous. I raised my hand to knock and before my knuckles hit the door I heard him calling. “Come in Y/N!” I pushed open the wooden door and walked in. He was sitting at his desk watching me with a feline smile plastered on his face. “What can I do for you today?”

I sat down in one of the leather chairs facing his desk and placed my hands in my lap, taking a deep breath I said “I want to help with the preparations for the oncoming war.”

“Is that so?” he asked a hint of amusement flickered in his violet eyes as he leaned back in his chair stretching out his legs in front of him and placing an ankle on his knee. I stared into his eyes nodding.

“I don’t have many skills, but I am willing to learn” I said trying to hold the gaze of The High Lord of The Night Court, his face unreadable. Silence filled the room and I fidgeted slightly, he was either in deep thought or having a silent conversation with someone from the Inner Circle. The silence was nearly deafening, I could feel the flame flickering to life inside of me. “Please Rhys I need to do something, I can’t keep sitting around in that house anymore.” I pleaded.

“Alright, you begin training with Cassian and Azriel tomorrow morning. Have you been experimenting with your powers?” he said simply. I shook my head as fear flittered across my eyes and I watched his face change, he looked at me with such sympathy. “Have you tried to use your powers at all?”

“No, I’m too afraid” I sighed looking down at my hands ashamed.

“Y/N I know you’re afraid, but we need to start working on learning about your powers. Not just so you can learn to use them, but so nothing happens to you because of them.” he lets out a puff of air. “I would never forgive myself and I know Feyre would murder me if anything happened to you.”

“How?” I whispered.

“We will work together to figure it out, in the afternoons after you’ve finished working with Cass or Az I will meet with you and we will start learning about your powers. If I cannot be there I will send Mor or Amren in my place.” he smiled softly at me. “On days we are not training your magic you will be learning to read and write, if Feyre was neglected in her studies I can only assume you were as well.”

“Yes” I nodded raising my eyes to meet his, his gaze was filled with sympathy. “Thank you Rhys!”

“I will collect you after lunch tomorrow and we will begin our first lesson.” There was a knock on the door and Cassian joined us. Rhys explained the plan for my training and Cassian was excited to see what I could do.

I had stepped away from the sparring ring to gulp down a cold glass of water and turn to find Cassian stalking over to me with a smirk on his face.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make me train for longer” I said while crossing my arms across my chest. He shook his head chuckling at me.

“You’re in luck this time, Rhys wants you down at the Town House.” he said grabbing my hand gently and lifting me into his arms.

“Cass, what are you doing?” I shrieked as he took to the skies and we flew through the skies causing him to roar with laughter. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could not wanting to look, another shriek left my lips as I felt us falling and suddenly we were floating down slowly. My feet hit the ground and I opened my eyes, whirling on Cassian my fists already raise he was already on the porch of the Townhouse holding the door open for me.

“Ladies first” he said bowing slightly, I glared at him.

“I hate you” lifting my hand and pinching him in the arm, his yelp quickly turned to laughter as he followed me through the door.

“No you don’t” he smirked and walked over to the couch and flopped down. I stomped further into the house to see Rhys and Feyre waiting in the living room.

“Y/N” A smiling Feyre looks up at me, her lips thinned into a grimace as she looked at Cassian. “What did you do?”

“Absolutely nothing” he smirked stretching his legs out on the low-lying coffee table and placing his hands behind his head.

“Nothing!?” I scoffed throwing my arms in the air dramatically. “I’m afraid of heights Cassian!” The three of them burst out laughing and I can’t help but join in.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Cassian says getting up and patting me on the crown of my head, I swat at him as he scurries away. I walked towards my sister and her mate sitting down in a large velvet chair across from the couch they are occupying.

“So what’s up?” I ask.

“We have a mission for you of sorts” Rhys smiled at me, I lift an eyebrow in question and he continues. “As you know we are working to form an alliance with the Autumn Court and specifically with Eris Vanserra the eldest of Beron’s sons and his heir.”

“In a few days we will be going to Hewn City for one of our regular visits, and we would like you to join us.” Feyre took over from Rhys. My stomach tightened, I had not been to the Court of Nightmares yet but had been told about it. They could both sense my fear. “You will be safe Y/N!”

“We ask you to come because Eris will be joining us that evening and we would like you to entertain him.” Silence filled the room as they both watched me, my gaze was shifting between them.

“Why? What’s wrong with him?” I squinted at them.

“He’s an arrogant, obnoxious asshole. But I’m sure you’ll put him in his place.” Rhys winked at me with a laugh as Cassian bounded back into the room with a bottle of wine, four stemmed glasses appeared on the table in front of us.

#acotar fanfiction #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #acotar #rhysand #feyre #cassian #azriel

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blackjackkent · 3 months

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Rakha walks warily down the outside of the ship, watching the hellish landscape roll by. It is somehow even hotter and more humid out here; every once in a while the enormous dragons spin dizzily into and out of view, blazing more flame into the ship's fleshy bulk.

She feels undirected, aimless, conscious only of the need to keep moving, of threat on all sides. I need answers. I need to get out of here...

She hears the footstep behind her almost a second too late.

She turns just in time to see the flash of movement as the unfamiliar form leaps out of the shadows. It's a woman - lithe, armored, carrying a shining sword - and she makes an elaborate, graceful flip in midair and lands in front of Rakha with the sword held in a menacing attitude.

"Abomination!" she snarls. "This is your end!"

THREAT. KILLKILLKILLKILL, demands the fear in Rakha's gut, coalescing into rabid terror in an instant, and her hands clench into fists; it is hard to say what she might have done if a sudden stabbing pain didn't temporarily blot out all thought.

Narrator: Your head throbs and your skin tingles. Visions rush past - a dragon's wing, a silver sword... and a flash of your face, seen through the strange woman's eyes.

Rakha's head snaps back, confused, shaken. That face-- it's mine. She doesn't know how she knows it, having no memory of a mirror, but it was her all the same, as seen out of this stranger's gaze. The worm gave her a view of the other woman's thoughts.

The woman stares at her with the same guarded confusion, clutching her temple.

"My head. What is this.... ngh..." She groans, forces herself to straighten up, and looks Rakha over more keenly. Then, astonishingly, she smiles fiercely. "Tsk'va," she hisses. "You are no thrall. Vlaakith blesses me this day - together we might survive!"

Rakha is so baffled that for a moment the urge to lash out is dimmed. Thrall? Vlaakith? Who is this woman? Their skin colors are almost a match, ears similar - not the same, though, no tusks. She wears heavy armor while Rakha wears only the light robe she came out of the pod wearing. She is vibrating with undirected energy.

"Who are you?" Rakha growls.

"Who am I?" the woman snaps impatiently. "Your only chance of survival."

Survival. Yes. I want to survive. I need answers. The only purpose she has had since waking up. "We need to figure out where we are," she says hoarsely.

The woman sneers. "We can do nothing until we escape. That must be our priority." She points down the path, where several small red shapes are feasting on the corpse of another. "First we exterminate the imps. Then we find the helm and take control of the ship. We will address the matter of a cure for this infection once we reach the Material Plane."

Rakha's jaw works. The woman's air of decisiveness is compelling; it stands against the panic and the rage tingling through her. And the instructions are ones she can follow. Exterminate. Yes. She finds herself nodding, focusing on the imps the woman indicated.

The woman darts away without waiting for a response and Rakha breaks into a run to follow her.

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The fight against the imps is... a surprise.

If Rakha expects anything at all, it's that she will grab one of the little red creatures by the neck and squeeze and squeeze the way she did to the brain inside the ship. But something in her, something deep, knows how to fight in another way, because when the imps start bearing down on them, her hands come up in an instinctive gesture.

The rage for a moment obliterates everything again. She does not merely want to defend herself, she wants this creature dead.

"IGNIS!" she bellows, and fire shoots out of her fingers.

The imp screams as the fire consumes it, crashing to the floor.

She's so startled that Lae'zel (for that is the strange angular woman's name) has to finish the battle by herself, which she does, quickly and methodically.

When the battle is over, Lae'zel looks up from checking the bodies of the dead and squints pensively at Rakha. "You are a spellcaster," she says matter-of-factly. "Good. That will serve us well."

"I... guess I must be," Rakha mutters, nudging the creature she burned with her boot toe.

Lae'zel raises an eyebrow skeptically. "You do not know? Have you taken a blow to the head?" she asks. It's not a question of concern, but practicality - or perhaps an insult.

"I'm not sure I didn't," Rakha says slowly. Speaking still feels odd, like it's someone else's mouth and she's just borrowing it. "I... don't remember anything," she admits. "I woke up here. That's it."

Lae'zel frowns. "Curious. Perhaps the tadpole damaged your memories," she says, and, satisfied with this answer and fundamentally disinterested in any problems beyond the immediate one, seems to think no more about it. "You fight well, nevertheless. Keep your wits about you and we may perhaps survive. "

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #still haven't quite figured out rakha's personality yet #though neither has rakha really #lol #but HI LAE'ZEL #bjk writes her own party banter

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Living Proof ~ Chapter Three

Summary: When he puts himself between the Uruk-hai and Merry and Pippin, Boromir knows it means sacrificing himself. But it also means redemption for his near betrayal of Frodo and the Fellowship, and so it is a price he is more than willing to pay.

Kaia has been on her own for as long as she can remember, having escaped a terrible life in a village not far from Mordor. When she hears the sounds of battle, she knows what it means and when she ventured forth and finds a gravely wounded man lying amongst the leaves and debris, she takes him in, not knowing he is actually the son of the steward of Gondor.

Angry at himself and faced with a long road to recovery, Boromir does not make things easy on Kaia and it is only through her own sheer will that she does not give into the urge to hit him over the head with something on a daily basis. That refusal to give up brings about changes neither one of them could have foreseen. She just wanted to save him. She never thought he would save her in return…

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Kaia

Warnings: none

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.2k

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Author’s Note: While I do thoroughly research any medical scenes to the best of my ability, I do sometimes have to take a bit of poetic license with treatments, wounds, etc. This might be one of those times…

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Previous chapters can be found here.

Leaves scuttled all around as he dove at the hobbit, but Frodo was too fast, darting out of reach as Boromir leapt. Still, Boromir was determined and dove again, this time pinning the hobbit beneath him. The Ring. All he wanted was the Ring. He needed it.

His fingers tightened on Frodo, who fought with a strength belied by his size. The Ring glinted in the fading sunlight. He was so close to snatching it.

So…

…close

Then, the halfling disappeared.

Fury scorched through Boromir. He couldn’t let Frodo get away. Couldn’t let the Ring get away.

He gave chase, sweating despite the chill air, leaves and other debris clinging to his hair, his clothes. The sun burned bright through the treetops. Fury made him hotter still. Everything burned inside him. Sweat dripped from him.

Arrows came from all directions. Merry. Pippin. They were on the other side of the clearing, stunned and staring as he emerged over the ridge. He shouted at them. Told the fools to run. And they did.

No, they didn’t.

He didn't know who fired the first arrow, but heat of anger, of desperation that flooded him already burned hotter as the arrow found its mark. Searing hot pain sliced through him. Again. And again. He tried deflect the arrows, but the heat raged into an inferno and his arms and legs failed him, refused to do it bidding.

Flames licked his legs, climbed up across his chest, threatened to immolate him where he stood and no one seemed to notice. His blood roared through his temples. Pain wracked his entire body. Death nipped at his heels and he cared not. It would be a relief from the relentless burning, the relentless heat, the relentless fire.

“Oh!” The fireball burst, sweat prickled along his skin and when he jerked awake, it seemed every fiber in his body screeched in protest.

The clearing. The hobbits. The orcs. They all vanished as if swept away by some invisible force, leaving him alone, on his back, staring up at the exposed beams of a strange room, drenched in sweat and breathing as if he’d run from one end of Middle Earth to the other.

But he had no idea where he was or how he’d come to be there.

The pain radiated through him, but not nearly as hot now. It made his stomach clench. Made bile rise in the back of his throat. And while he continued to sweat, a shiver came close on its heels.

He lay there, trying to will away the hot sting that centered on the left side of his torso, his left thigh. Little by little, breathing grew easier and the pain faded to a dull ache, but he still had no idea where he might be or how he came to be there at all.

Silence greeted him as the dull roar of his blood rushing in his ears quieted down and his heartbeat slowed as well. He felt no need to panic, as he lay there on a somewhat lumpy sofa, although he did wonder how he’d come to be very nearly naked beneath the worn quilt drawn over him. A threadbare chair stood on the far side of the table before him and on it were his surcoat and the cloak given to him by the lady Galadriel. He wore his small clothes still, but his tunic and trousers had been removed. His wounds had been treated and dressed as well.

His wounds.

Remnants of his dream still swirled through him. He’d been struck down by orcs. Hot shame swirled through him, and he squeezed his eyes closed as it flooded him like a mighty river. Whoever dragged him away from that clearing should have left him there to rot. It was that simple. He deserved no mercy, no kindness. He certainly deserved nothing but scorn and fury and shame.

And yet, someone had taken him in, had cared for him. Why?

A door opened somewhere behind him and footsteps sounded softly against the floorboards. Whoever it was sang softly to themselves as they came int the house, their voice low and husky and almost soothing, although he understood not a word of what was being sung.

The floor behind the sofa creaked and he gently craned his neck to see a woman standing over him, her mass of dark red curls wild about her face and tumbling about her shoulders. A hint of a smile lifted her lips as she said, “Well, a good morning to you. How are you feeling?”

“Who are you and where am I?”

Her smile faded as she skirted the arm of the sofa and moved to sink onto the table before him. “I’m Kaia. And this is no place special, but it’s home for now. How are you feeling?”

She leaned over as she spoke and to his surprise, pulled back the quilt to his hips. Without thinking, he snatched it back, hissing as fire shot through his chest from his hips upward. “What are you about?”

She met his stare easily. “Who do you think sewed you back together again, sir? Now, let me see how they’re healing.”

He tightened his hold on the quilt’s binding. “I’ll do no such thing. The last thing I want or need is your father coming in and seeing this and demanding I marry you.”

Kaia sat back on the table and just stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. Then, she shook her head, replying, “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. Where are my clothes? I need to go.”

“You are not going anywhere. At least, not on that leg. As for your clothes? I had to cut your tunic and trousers away to treat your wounds. And as for the lunacy that is you thinking anyone is going to demand I marry you, well… that’s lunacy, indeed. I have no father and the only one who will decide whether or not I marry is me. And trust me, I am not going to be looking to marry you.”

A hint of idiocy swirled through him. “What?”

“You heard me. Now, will you let me check your wounds or not?”

“Not.” He met her glare with one of his own. “And what do you mean, you cut my clothes away?”

“What part of that do you not understand?” Her hands dangled between her knees. “You were wounded in the leg, middle, and chest, as you can at least feel, if not see. How was I to get to the wounds, if they were buried beneath layers of clothing?”

“So you took the liberty of cutting them off?”

“I did. It was that or let you die. So, I made what my stepfather would have called an executive decision and I cut them from you. And you’re welcome, by the way.”

He broke his stare to focus on the exposed ceiling beams instead. “You ought but have let me die.”

“Self-pity is an ugly trait, you know.”

“Ask me if I care.”

She stared at him for a long moment and he waited, bracing for her argument. But to his surprise, she didn't argue at all. Instead, the look she offered up was one that bordered on amusement. With a slight smile accompanying it. Whoever this girl was, she was infuriating, to say the least.

“Suit yourself.”

With an almost lazy shrug, she rose and disappeared around the sofa to go into whatever room was behind him. He waited for her to begin muttering to herself, most likely just loud enough for him to hear as she moved about whatever room it was she was in.

But instead of muttering, she resumed her singing.

Singing.

Once more, he realized he understood not a word of what she sang, but it reminded him of the lament he’d heard in Lothlórien, after Gandalf fell into shadow and flame at the hands of a balrog when they were in the mines of Moria.

His eyes closed of their own volition and he tried to will away the thoughts he had no desire to dwell upon. But they kept coming just the same. The Watcher in the Water that tried to snatch Frodo, Merry, Pippin, as they thought to retreat from Moria and find another way around in their trek to Mordor. The cave troll. The countless number of orcs they’d battled.

The balrog itself.

His gut churned harder with each vision that slid before his eyes and no matter how he tried stave it off, the nausea worsened. A brackish taste flooded his mouth and with icy cold dread, he knew he was about to be sick.

He swallowed hard against the rising tide as he lifted a shaking arm to reach for the bucket tucked just beneath the table’s edge. The wood screeched against the floor as he tried to pull it closer, but his strength failed him and the bucket tipped onto its side.

Kaia was there in an instant, though, righting it to pull it close and no sooner had she, when his stomach emptied itself. Every muscle locked, went rigid as he coughed and gagged and to his surprise, Kaia remained where she was, a hand on his back, her voice soft as she whispered, “Easy… don’t fight it…”

At last, he sank into the cushions, the feeling of having done this already washing over him as she stroked his hair away from his forehead and murmured, “I have birch and mint if you wish that tea now.”

He sagged back, his eyes closing, and had just enough energy to whisper, “What tea?”

“I told you earlier, birch for pain, mint to settle your stomach. So far, you’ve refused it.”

“You’ve offered me nothing.”

“Of course I have. More than once, actually. You simply do not recall.” Her hand came to rest on his forehead, her touch still as gentle as a breeze. “Your fever has broken, and that’s good. You’ve had a rough few days.”

“I remember nothing.”

“Really?”

He nodded slowly. “I recall no offer of tea.”

“Well, I did offer. And I offer it again. But, let me get this taken care of before the entire cabin reeks.”

He cracked one eye to peer up at her. “I tried to stop it.”

“Impossible. Not to mention foolish. Let nature do what nature does. Are you always so stubborn?”

She didn't wait for him to reply, but carted the foul bucket out and left him there, with both eyes closed once more.

He must have fallen asleep for when he opened his eyes again, it was dark, the cabin lit by a single lamp on the table and it was so quiet, he wondered if he’d imagined Kaia after all. If he had been with fever, it would explain conjuring up this odd girl.

Of course, that wouldn’t explain the cabin and that was how he knew he was absolutely awake now.

With that, he tried to sit up, moving very slowly as he did and the sutures holding him together pulled slightly. He paused. A painful rumble rolled through his gut. He waited.

It receded and he managed to come upright, although it tired him out and sent a fresh sweat prickling across his bare back. Three strips of linen wound about him, and he wondered how she’d managed it without waking him. But then again, if he’d been unconscious from the pain, it most likely made her task that much easier.

Each wound ached, but he didn't think they hurt as badly as they had earlier. Then again, he had no way of knowing how long he’d been on that sofa, in this cabin, under her care.

And why had she brought him here?

The cabin door opened and Kaia stepped over the threshold with an armful of wood that she brought into the kitchen. That was the room behind the sofa and from his vantage point, he saw a fire already crackling on the stone hearth, a kettle hanging over it, and cupboards lining the far wall, broken up only by the washbasin and a small icebox of sorts.

“How are you feeling?” she asked without turning toward him.

“Better.” He swallowed hard against a rogue rumble in his gut, then added, “How long have I been here?”

“Four days.”

He just stared at her for a long moment. “What?”

She nodded. “Four days. I found you on Sunday. And today is Thursday. Four days.”

“But… I remember none of it.”

“You were in terrible shape when I found you, so I’m not surprised.” She finished stacking the wood, then wiping her hands on the seat of her trousers, she came over to the back of the sofa. “Do you remember anything?”

He let his gaze wander about the cabin as he tried to gather his thoughts. If he didn't know she lived there, he would think it had been abandoned for years before he woke in the great room. It had that abandoned feel about it, one that went beyond its meager furnishings and lack of personal belongings. It simply felt… empty.

Slowly, he shook his head. “No. As I said, I remember none of it.”

For a moment, it seemed she might challenge him on that. But then, she said, “Perhaps in time it will come back to you. Now, will you let me check on your wounds, or are you determined to remain stubborn about it?”

It would give him an excuse to lie back down again, and that was what he wanted more than anything, so he sighed and nodded. “Yes. I mean, you may, of course.”

“Good. Because I was checking them either way.”

She came around to sink onto the table and folded the quilt away from him. Warm air skittered along his bare skin as she unknotted the topmost strip of linen, holding the bandage in place over the wound below his left collarbone. Unlike the others, this bandage went up and over his shoulder and he wondered at how she managed it without waking him.

Then her voice cut through wondering as she explained, “This one was the deepest, and you were lucky that it went in straight and did not angle downward. It would’ve nicked your heart and if it went a bit more to the center, your lung. It is the perfect spot to be struck, if such a thing exists.”

“Lucky, you say?” He shook his head as he stared up at those dark exposed beams once more. “I’m afraid I don't feel quite so lucky.”

“Well, no, I imagine you don’t. But,” she looked up just as he looked down and met his gaze, “you are.”

“I’ll not argue it. I’m alive.” He sucked in a sharp breath as she probed at the wound. “Take care, if you’d not mind!”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, laying the bandage back over the wound, “I’ll try to be more gentle.”

“Dare I ask how it looks?”

“It looks ugly. And it will for some time still. But, it’s no longer bleeding at all and that’s a good thing. I only have the barest of supplies, since I don't come across many wounded men and I’m not often having to patch myself back together.”

“You live here alone?”

“I do.”

“Where are your people?”

She didn't answer right away, but unknotted the linen lower down, halfway between the first wound and his hip, but more center. “This one was not as deep. You must have turned when it was fired, for by rights, it should have skewered you. I mean, far worse than it actually did.”

“More good luck.”

“Exactly.”

“You didn't answer me, you know.”

She looked up at him. Her eyes were green. Green and direct and she nodded. “I know.”

He waited for her to continue, but she turned her attention back to the wound. He gritted his teeth at the soft, prickling sting that accompanied her examination, and sighed with relief when she slid the linen back over the bandage and re-knotted it.

The last one gave him pause, for it was just above his left hip and while he still wore his small clothes (and he’d rather not think about how long they’d been on him, if he was honest with himself,) they were of thin muslin and he barely knew this woman.

But, she apparently did not feel the same hesitancy, for she shifted down along the sofa, saying, “I think the arrowhead here glanced off your hipbone. Again, probably you were turning away.” She looked up at him once more. “Why were you in the clearing? And who were the halflings I saw? I mean, they were halflings, weren’t they? I’ve never seen any but have heard of them.”

He nodded, trying to stave off the hint of embarrassment swirling through him as she unknotted the bandage, then carefully eased down the waist of the small clothes to lift it away from him. “They were, yes. The orcs took them, didn't they?”

“You said they did. They took the little ones were your exact words. But why?”

He offered up a long, level look even as a hot sting swept through him from her prodding. “Are you certain you wish to know? They were taken by orcs.”

She stared at him for a long moment, then her eyes went wide and she brought a hand to her mouth. “Oh, no…”

He nodded slowly. “So, perhaps I should be on my way. I might be able to find them before it’s too late.”

“You can’t go anywhere just yet. I pulled two arrows from your left leg as well. I’d be surprised if you could stand on that leg just yet. And besides, you could start with another fever and if you are out in the forest alone and that happens? You would stand no chance against anyone, never mind an army of orcs.”

“An army… you saw them?”

She nodded as she turned back to his wound. “I did, yes. I couldn't even hazard a guess as to how many there were. But they marched straight through and have not come back. Not even to bury their dead.”

“They don't bury their dead. They don’t grieve. They don’t care.” He let his eyes close once more and sighed as she re-knotted that strip. “Let me guess, it looks good.”

“Good is a bit optimistic, but they look better.” She slid the waist of his small clothes back into place. “You do sound better as well. Not so tired now.”

“I hide it well. I’m exhausted.”

“I’m not surprised.” She lifted the quilt from his left leg, folding it back over his right. “Sleep, then. This shouldn’t take long and I will try not to hurt you.”

He nodded slowly as the drowsiness crept over him once more. He had to get back on his feet, had to find the others and rejoin the quest.

But most of all, he had to find Frodo. He owed it to him, owed it to the Fellowship to see the Ring brought to Mount Doom and destroyed.

Still, he couldn’t tell this woman any of it. He barely knew her, let along trusted her. He would remain where he was only as long as he absolutely had to and once he was certain he could bear weight on his leg and his wounds would not open up and bleed again, he would take his leave and go in search of the rest of the Fellowship.

#Lord of the Rings #LOTR AU #Boromir #Boromir fic #LOTR fanfic #Lord of the Rings Fanfic #Fan fiction #LOTR fanfiction #AU #Boromir x OC #Is it hot in here?#Romance #Sean Bean #Everybody Lives #Sons of Gondor

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arakhnesreiyr · 5 days

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Bloodspill

Time always seems to become lost when in battle. The sun could rise and set in the heat of action, but it would never be noticed. To a samurai especially, battle is not just the means of survival in conflict; it is also the means of fighting for the peace that existed before that conflict. To grasp it, pull it back, and shut out the darkness in one fell swoop. In one battle. In one moment.

The incredible array of illegality of our battle was not lost to me. Disturbing the civilian peace in Kugane was beyond horrific, and this was a disturbance of the utmost kind. As the sun glinted on our weapons, Ando and I pushed each other in different directions: he sought to steer me back into the depths of the city, where our duel could cause harm to others; in contrast, I tried to steer him away from the city, towards the path into the jungle, near which our fight had begun.

Ehira took it upon herself to usher away civilians and protect the city, but she kept watch, making sure I could handle the duel. I hollered at her to not worry about me, and to go find military help, but she hollered right back that she was not going to leave me.

And for a moment, it seemed like I was gaining the upper hand. Ando was far taller than me, and far stronger, but I was quick and agile. I used his pursuant nature to lure him into the jungle, and he followed.

Outside of the city there was a scattering of hills, but all in all, it was almost entirely a hot, humid jungle. Vines hung from trees, ferns covered the ground, and the sun struggled to shine through the foliage. It was dark, but I liked it that way.

"I'll run and get help!" Ehira then shouted to me as the battle continued away from civilians and the city, and she was off, obviously seeking the military.

But it was at this moment that my upper hand dissipated as if it was made of fog. Ando let out a cry of fury, leaping at Ehira and, before I could so much as blink, sinking his katana into her heart.

"NO!" I screamed, the cry ripping from my throat so loudly that I could feel my vocal cords shred.

Ehira slumped to the ground, her eyes full of shock as she stared up at Ando, and her skin turned a deathly shade of pale. "Ara," she stammered to me, but could not say more.

I wanted to run to her, to comfort her, to apologize to her. The tears stung my eyes, feeling hotter than fire, and blurred my vision as I tried to focus on Ando, who retrieved his weapon by violently yanking it from Ehira's chest and then spun and strode towards me.

"No," I whispered in terror, frozen. "Please, Ando..."

"Now?!" he sneered. "NOW is when you want to plead for mercy? Look at your friend, Arakhne. She'll die because of you - because you took the law into your own hands. Because you thought you could control me."

I felt myself shaking, my eyes wandering to Ehira, who was even paler now and staring at me.

"Do it, Ara," she whispered, gasping for air. "Fuck him up." And as the words escaped her lips, she fell limp, dead.

Fuck him up. FUCK HIM UP. Fury shot through my body, more fury than I had ever felt in my bloodstream, ever. Swallowing back tears of rage, I stared first at Ehira's body, and then at Ando as he got closer, his eyes filled with jubilation.

Fuck him UP.

My grip on my katana tightened, and my body was no longer frozen. As Ando's blade pierced the air in front of me, I parried it, and then again, and then again, driving him viciously away from the city and further into the jungle.

Ando seemed surprised at the strength I had summoned in my anger, and stumbled back a few times, not anticipating my blinding rage. He found it difficult to continue parrying as I entered the offensive, battering his blade with mine again and again, and the smell of smoke entered my nostrils as we approached the flaming school, which sat opposite of us on a perpendicular hillside.

After a moment, I heard an uproar nearby. The military had seen us, and they were brandishing their weapons, threatening violent action if we did not cease our duel.

And at that moment, time seemed to slow. Several of the squadron began to rush at us as we approached a cliffside that overlooked the sea. Ando's eyes met mine, and I saw something that I didn't anticipate: clarity.

Clarity in a villain's eyes is something you never want to see.

I was surprised by it. That millisecond could cost me everything, for Ando would use my surprise to trip me up, making me fall to the ground, and his katana dug into my lower abdomen.

The pain was excruciating. With what was left of my vocal cords, I screamed, my katana falling out of my hands as I clutched the wound, sobbing.

Ando did not have time to seal the deal; the military had arrived, cornering the both of us on the cliffside. One of them bent down to inspect me: black eyes that swam into my blurring vision.

"I apologize," Ando said to me, his eyes burning with evil, "that you did not get to, in your friend's words, fuck me up." And with that, he turned and jumped off the cliff, landing in the water.

Shock rippled through the military squadron that stood above me. Several of them shot their rifles into the water, but to no avail - either Ando was killed on impact and sunk to the bottom, or he escaped. Either way, no body was seen.

And as the blood poured from my own wound, the last words I heard before passing out rang in my ears, "Gentlemen, let me take her."

And then there was darkness.

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #ff14 #ffxiv art #ffxiv rp #ffxiv samurai #ffxiv roleplay #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #warrior of light #final fantasy gpose #ff14 gpose #ffxiv gpose #gposers

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epickiya722 · 5 months

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So I found this around, can I ask for Miruko/Burnin?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

Anon, you have no idea what you have just done. You have put me in BurnBunny mode and I have a feeling this ask is gonna get long! I can't give simple answers when it comes to these two!

These questions are too cute!! 😭

🐇 Miruko and Burnin are both big on kisses. It doesn't matter if they're in the privacy of their home or out in public. Burnin tends to give the forehead and nose kisses more because "oh my gosh, my bunny boo is too damn cute" and Miruko relishes in those kisses. It's one of the reasons why she loves that Burnin is a little taller than her. She has a habit of kissing Miruko's forehead and it makes her feel all warm inside.

❤️‍🔥 Burnin, Burnin gets jealous the most. Miruko has her moments, too, but she can keep her composure a little better than her hothead. But Burnin? Let a person say "Miruko, you are hot". Burnin is quick to say "I'm hotter. But in a dangerous way and if you don't want to see that, stop flirting with my girl."

🐇 They both would do this, but it doesn't happen often. With Burnin, I headcanon she can't get drunk like that anyways because her quirks burns it off and with Miruko, she doesn't like drinking like that while also being able to hold her alcohol.

❤️‍🔥 Again, they both do. Doesn't even have to be on sick days. One of them can have a broken arm from fighting a villain and the other is quick to nurse the other back to full health. They learned that they're both stubborn, so whenever it comes down to it, they don't fight the other. They also like it when they pamper each other. Miruko gets sick and she requests for Burnin's soup and Burnin tends to get clingy so she wants her cuddles. Of course, there's no complaints.

🐇 Miruko does! Burnin sometimes hate getting wet because of her hair flames, but she eventually gives in when Miruko drags her into the water and she learned to have a fireproof swim cap.

❤️‍🔥 They both do, but Burnin does it more. Miruko gets more achy and cramped up because of her fighting style so whenever they're home, Burnin will be the first to give her a massage. Miruko loves it since Burnin's hands feel so nice and warm. Of course, she returns the favor whenever Burnin needs a massage. She gives great massages with her hands and feet.

🐇 Burnin likes driving mostly and Miruko rides shotgun. They switch sometimes and they're hoth excellent drivers. Miruko just happens to surprisingly have the worst road rage.

❤️‍🔥 Miruko does! She even makes their lunches and because she has a mode flexible schedule than Burnin, she drops by Endeavor Agency whenever to bring Burnin her lunch. Endeavor can't stop her and gave up on it after the third time and only complained about it before because Miruko will make the time to annoy him. Sometimes, she also brings extra baked goods for the sidekicks at the agency. Kidou has told Burnin multiple times to marry Miruko and yes, Burnin is working on it.

🐇 They both do! So much so that neither was afraid to tell their parents about them dating. Their parents easily accepted it and even voiced how they saw it coming. I headcanon that Miruko and Burnin knew each other since their high-school days. Burnin's parents are the strict, yet mean well type. Miruko's parents are just a bit more laid back.

❤️‍🔥 Burnin does. And Miruko plays along with her. They both like to have fun and experiment, but Burnin tends to be the one to come up with ideas for them to try out.

🐇 Miruko, hands down Miruko. Again, she doesn't often get drunk and it takes a lot for her to, but once she is... she is breaking out the moves and she's good at dancing. Miruko isn't shy about dancing. She just dances when she's drunk. Burnin has videos when she is drunk dancing that a few of their friends (Vlad King, Hound Dog who I headcanon to be Miruko's besties for years, Kidou, Onima and Rock Lock) have copies of.

❤️‍🔥 Neither do. Miruko is the crier during movies, but Titanic is not one of the movies. While they both don't think the movie is bad, it's not a movie either of them care for. Especially, Burnin. It's not the length or the characters or the plot. It was Rose's decision to throw the necklace in the ocean that gets her heated. "I GET IT, BUT AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS SHE JUST DECIDED TO THROW AWAY THE NECKLACE?! WHAT IF SHE WAS NEVER APPROACHED ABOUT THAT SHIP, HUH?! THEN WHAT?! WOULD SHE STILL KEEP IT?!"

🐇 Miruko tends to instigate it more, going as far as to getting whatever matching couple clothes first before approaching Burnin about it. Burnin doesn't protest since she proudly wears the clothes to declare how amazing they are together and to show it off.

❤️‍🔥 There is no rule! It's because neither even thinks about buying expensive gifts. Gifts they usually go to buy each other are simple ones and they mostly find spending their time together and with their family with food, games and movies on Christmas more fulfilling.

🐇 Neither has to make the other remember to eat breakfast, but if they're in a rush, it's like "don't forget your breakfast" in passing. Burnin and Miruko make breakfast, but Miruko does it more since she is usually the first one up and Burnin likes her cooking more.

❤️‍🔥 They both remember the dates. Over time, they turned it into a game as to who will bring up their special dates first or who will bring out a gift first. Miruko is usually the winner. They have anniversaries for almost everything they have done together. The date they first met, the day they went on their first date, the date they said "I love you" to each other, and so on.

🐇 Burnin brought up kids. At first, the conversation started off about getting a pet rabbit, which they later do get named Carrot Cake (in two fics of mine, it's a vampire rabbit names Bunnila, a reference to Carmilla and Bunnicula). While discussing having a rabbit, Miruko definitely on board with it, Burnin just continued without thought "it would be something if we had a kid" and at first, she didn't catch it but then got embarrassed about it. Miruko though teased her and told her that a kid together would be great.

Thank you for sending the ask, Anon! I had fun answering this! 😊

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roseguided · 2 months

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𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 like it should be a laughable offence. he dares says that he might suffer more than her ? it’s what rhaenyra is getting out of the conversation, but perhaps some of this conclusion is motivated by the rage simmering in her chest. it festers like the illness that took her father, to burns her skin like the fire burning white hot in her veins. rhaenyra wasn’t an idiot, of course she was aware that everyone suffers. yet, her pain felt ever present & seems to continue on. first it was her daughter, murderer by the distressing news of her father & stolen throne. then, that savage brother aemond took her son—what excuse would aegon have for him ? what justifications ?

@devilsnare said, “ EVERYONE SUFFERS. YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE. "

knuckles nearly turn white from where she grasps onto her other hand at her front. jaw clenches & relaxes, nostrils flared. ❛ am i meant to feel sorry for you ? ❜ presses the elder sibling, ❛ what . . horrible injustice, pain, suffering, have you endured while sitting on a stolen throne ? ❜ one she will take back with fire & blood, their house words truer now than ever. ❛ did you know that the news of your treachery killed my daughter, brother ? ❜ a brow arches, ❛ or the pain, like a knife in the heart, i felt when i was told of what our brother did to my sweet boy ? ❜ her rage is flamed aknew. hotter than before. ❛ i intend to fight this war, aegon, & win it. ❜

#devilsnare #muse: rhaenyra targaryen #hotd //#child death mention //#child death mention cw #i wish they could get along but sigh — alas #we're neglecting to mention b&c on purpose #she doesn't like thinking abt it

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How did you come up with Cyra? What inspired you to make her? Where were they born? Does she like her parents/what’s relationship with them like? What do they like to do in free time?

Hi Ash!! Thanks for the ask!! I'm excited for a chance to talk about my girl!

I don't remember exactly how I came up with them, but I do know that the first thing I thought of was a Fire Genasi Barb whose flames get hotter when they rage. (This was very obviously inspired by Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3, lmao.)

I was talking to @goldenwaves when I found out that we were switching campaigns, and I was brainstorming, and I decided that I wanted to play a barbarian. Because I really like playing martial (melee combat) classes, and I couldn't come up with another paladin other than Asola, and I have banned myself from playing two rogues at once. And since I had at one point played a barbarian in Pathfinder, but decided I hated Pathfinder's rulings on barbs. So I decided to play a barb in dnd.

Originally I thought I was gonna play berserker subclass, but then Izzy reminded me that Storm Herald exists and literally already has a flame mechanic built into it. So I was sold on that. (I should note that this is an elemental-based campaign, so playing a genasi was just the right thing to do.)

The rest of this is going to have to be a little bit vague, because two of my fellow players follow this account, and I refuse to spoil Big Things for them. But I will do my best to still answer your questions!

Cy was born in this very small town at the base of a volcano. Above the town, higher up the slopes of the volcano, was a temple. Both of their parents were scholars who studied and worked at the temple.

Her parents died when she was 6 years old, but she was very close with them up until that point. Who knows how that might have changed if she had gotten to grow up with them.

(bonus screenshot from my DM when I told him her backstory):

Right now, when she's not working, Cyra mostly spends her free time in taverns, either drinking, talking, or fighting. She's a traveling mercenary before the campaign begins, and has traveled across multiple continents. They keep to themselves when working, but they enjoy socializing in some form after a job is done.

#lilypixels #ask Morrigan #oc asks #oc: Cyra

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chlodani · 9 months

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Special Edition part 30

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to finish these, I've been very busy and I also have har major writers block with this. My next Smau is gonna be much different

This is my brand new Avater Smau. It's a ZukoxF.!Reader pairing. Title: From Then On...

Trigger warning: Slight swear warning! Mentions of sex! If you're sensitive to these kinds of things, read at your own risk!

As a bridesmaid, Y/n meets one of the groomsmen, Zuko, at her sisters pre wedding dinner and hit it off so well, he asks her out. Y/n's sister warns her not to get too close. She decides to follow her advice but keeping him at arms length proves more difficult than she expects...

Zuko's P.O.V.

As Naomi watched my daughter I couldn't help but to pace back and forth outside the temple, with one of my hands on my hips. I was trying to wrap my head around this whole thing. Was she really gone? No she couldnt be gone. Could she? I was also scared to lose her to my sister, but over her giving birth I never dreamed. Maybe she was too stressed. I know we both were. In which case Azula technically did kill her and I'll be planning my revenge against her.

"Zuko..."

"Uncle dont try to talk me out of anything because it wont work. Azula did this to her and I'm gonna make her pay"

I could hear the anger rising in my voice as I spoke.

"I wasnt going to nephew, I was just going to say I have laid Y/n down to rest on her final resting place if you would like to say goodbye to her"

Once again I started to pace.

"No....I can't say goodbye to her...I won't just...let me get back at Azula for what she did"

"Get back at me, yeah right I'd like to see you try,"

He mocking tone sent fire coursing through my spine and I didnt even notice how I had made fire daggers appear in my hands.

"You did this!!" I shouted in pure rage.

"Guilty" she smirked with a mocking laugh.

I shot a fire blast at her throwing her back into the pole.

"I should've ended you when I had the chance!"

"But you didn't, why is that I wonder. Must be the good heart you got from mother. I'm glad I took after father"

I could feel the anger boiling hotter within the second and all I could see was the hot orange fire blast I had now aimed directly at my sister. Of course she had to immediately defend herself with her blue fire. At that moment I didnt care. I was determined to win. I breathed heavily from the rage and the will power it took to keep from breaking my end. Azula knew I was in a weakened state and unfortunately used this to her advantage. She made her flame larger, dissipating mine knocking me to the ground.

"Face it Zuko, you've never been as strong as me and never will be" Azula laughed mockingly as she stepped closer.

I rested up on my elbows again as I looked at her. I could see out of the corner of my eye Mai and Jett staying back and out of the way. Smart choice on their end. I stared at my sister directly.

"What are you waiting for then? End it,"

Azula smirked, "Oh I will and I'm gonna enjoy it,"

My heart raced as she made lightening come from her finger tips. Though I could feel at that moment a slight sense of peace because I knew I would see Y/n again.

"Zuko no!" My uncle called out.

"Stay back uncle its okay,"

"No!"

My uncle tried to go after my sister but all she did was knock him down and smirked back at me. I knew she was enjoying this too much. Just as she made the lightening bigger a large amount of air was shot directly towards us and my head turned so quickly to the side I almost gave myself whiplash.

"How many times have I told you Azula??? Leave me and Zuko alone!"

A bright smile came to my face.

"Y/n??"

Despite not wanting to tears actually came to my face seeing her. Not to mention even more pure joy seeing the look of anger that crossed my sisters face.

"What?! That's not possible!" Azula cursed in anger.

"Surprise bitch-"

A blue fire blast was shot her way but it was quickly extinguished with air. I smirked watching her feeling ever so glad to have met her.

Y/n's P.o.V

I laughed looking at Azula. A part of me honestly couldnt believe how pathetic she was.

"That all you got" I taunted.

It was worth it to see how angry she was becoming. She shot another fire blast at me and once again I blocked. Once the fire was diminished, I kept an air circle going and Naomi shot fire directly into the air circle causing it shoot directly at Azula. She looked shocked and a little scared. Again a fire blast from the girl only made this more fun for me. Noami threw a bucket of water into the air circle. I was able to manipulate the water and knock her directly onto her feet with it. The surprised look on her face actually made a laugh escape my lips. However she didnt give up as she stood to her feet shooting a larger blue flame at me. I made a side ways cyclone to dissipate it being knocked back a few feet. Naomi turned it up a notch and threw in several rocks, catching her off guard knocking her down again.

"Had enough yet?"

I smirked proudly.

"Never,"

She stood to her feet, forming lightning in her hands aiming it directly at me. I didn't hesitate for even a second making a larger cyclone appear. Noami took charge, throwing fire, water and earth into it allowing me to manipulate all elements giving it everything I've got making Azula fall weakly to the ground. She panted as I stepped closer.

"How?"

"I may not be the Avatar, Azula, but I am an Airbender and I know how to manipulate other elements, so yes I am stronger than you. Deal with it. Now I am going to take Zuko back to Ba Sing Se where our family is and you are never and I mean never going to hurt my family or friends ever again!"

She chuckled, "You'll never get Mai and Jett on your side," she mocked.

I snickered, "Sorry to tell you sweetheart but they took off...together, so you're on your own"

I turned my back to her laughing as I walked over to Zuko helping him stand up.

"You alright Zu?" I asked him softly.

"Yes I'm fine but...How are you alive?" He asked dumbfounded.

"I didnt mean to scare you love but it was the only way I could think to defeat Azula, please dont be angry with me"

He just looked at me for a moment before quickly wrapping his arms around me holding me tightly.

"Angry? I could never be angry with you. I was just scared,"

He buried his face in my neck as gentle tears fell from his eyes.

"Its okay I'm here my love, you didnt tell any of our friends I was dead did you?"

His eyes widened as he looked at me.

"Zuko?!"

"They had a right to know and I thought you were gone,"

I couldnt help to smile softly at him.

"I guess they did," I chuckled, "Come on we will go tell them together as we check on our daughter together,"

I took his hand smiling gently as I walked inside with him. I wasnt sure how today was gonna turn out but I can tell you one thing I'm not disappointed and now I dont have to be afraid anymore. I can finally be happy with the one I truly love.

Part 31 Series Finale will be out today...

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