#i am blessed this is gracing my vision again

[kaeyahiya]

"Unrequited Enemies" (NSFW)

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Pairing: Ayato x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW/Explicit content, use of y/n if that bothers you,use of feminine parts, enemies to lovers (kinda), swearing, and mentions of marking, a little bit of angst, a little bit of smut

Disclaimer: This is intended for adult viewing only, I have plenty of SFW content on my master list so please check that out instead. I am strongly discouraging and actively not condoning the consummation of this content for anyone who is a minor.

Word count: 5687 OH MY GOD???

Authors note: This is LONG the longest thing I think I've written to date. This counts as like a full fic, should be like a multi chapter type beat. It's a long read but dare I say this might be my best work yet. Anway, I haven't written anything for Ayato bc he was a faceless ncp before I went on my hiatus.... I am also in love with man and couldn't stand the thought of this. Hence I'm writing a self serving fic bc I'm incredibly selfish rn and need some of this man in my life. Also I enjoy a good enemies to lovers troupe sue me!! ALSO ALSO THIS IS GENDERED HAHAHAHA finally if you see my master list it's all been GN so ha I did it. Anyway enjoy me being selfish 🧍🏻‍♂️(edit) Future self here... This took me almost a month to write, this turned into a novel and I apologize....

This will also be crossposted on my A03 probably bc of the girth of this beast. You can read it: Here if you prefer that interface better

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Working under the Kamisato's was a blessing. Truly it was. You considered yourself exceptional in hospitality and an ace seamstress. That's how the Kamisato clan sought you out.

Lady Ayaka was kind, the easy one to put it bluntly. Her tasks were normal simply as asking you to clean her linens or making small repairs on her formal wears. (Which Thoma would normally jump in to help, cleaning and sewing was also his forte). Genuinely, she was the nicest noble person you've ever seen, still managing to keep an air of excellence and gracefulness to her despite her overly kind nature. 

Working there is what kept you and your family fed and you were able to have a safe haven during the Vision Hunt Degree when being a vision holder yourself was hard to avoid.

However, working under the Kamisato's wasn't easy work by any means.

The head of the household was where the issue lied when it came to your work. Kamisato Ayato, you swear had it out for you since you arrived to work for them. One day he'd have you doing mundane tasks like taking inventory of the spices in the kitchen, and the next it would be making him tea over and over until it was the exact temperature he liked.

Not to mention all the constant repairs on his clothes you'd have to do, whether it be taking care of personal matters or training with his sister he'd always come back with piles of clothes in need of huge repairs.

You probably would have punched the pretty smirk off of "Lord Ayato's" face if it wasn't for poor Thoma keeping you afloat. You feel bad but while he cooks, you normally lament your frustrations to him. He'll occasionally offer his support or advice, since after all he's your senior and also a fellow outsider of Inazuma.

"Miss, your presence is requested in Lord Ayato's office." the guard locks eyes with you. You want to groan in agony, you were hungry and tired but still you mustered a smile. " I'll head over right now, thank you."  You say with a small bow. Once the guard exits you you finally let out a long groan looking to Thoma for support. "Can't you go instead, at least you can put up with his nonsense." You sigh exasperated.

After one particularly frustrating day of repairing both Lord Ayato's and Lady Ayaka's training wear entirely and aiding another with mending their Shinai Practice Swords (The bamboo ones, commonly used in kendo??), which were almost beyond repair. You find yourself once again in the kitchen with Thoma going on and on about the day before a dreaded guards men enter.

Thoma chuckles. "I believe a 'Miss' was summoned, I'd be scolded if I showed up, besides I'm cooking. Unless you wanna deliver food to the entire staff and the Lord and Lady." You wrap him lightly on the back of his shoulder. " Fine, but if I wind up dead it's your fault." You joke. You excuse yourself and exit the kitchen; then head for your doom, Lord Kamisato's office.

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You stand outside his office, the dimly lit Shoji (those paper sliding door things?) showing the silhouette of menace himself just waiting for you.  "(Y/N) here My Lord." You grit your teeth. "You may enter." You can almost hear the sadistic smile in his voice. Sliding open the door you're immediately confused on why you are here.

Ayato looked right as rain, clean and on top of that his office looked organized and practically sparkling (you'll have to thank Thoma for that later), boba tea full, and a small before dinner snack fully eaten. What more could he need at this hour. "Ah yes, Miss (Y/N)" his eyes lock with yours. "I've seemed to have spilled ink on my clothes. I need them cleaned immediately before dinner is finished." Though the room was dimly lit, you could clearly see there was no ink anywhere on Ayato's clothing.

"My lord I don't-" before you can even finish getting the word's out, Ayato takes the ink on his desk and proceeds to dump its contents all over his clothing. All the while that signature sadistic smile plastered on his face. You face contorts, you try to conceal the seething hot rage from pouring out of your mouth. (Un)Luckily Ayato speaks first. "I'm sorry you were going to say something? Go ahead, I apologize for my clumsiness."

Your mouth opens but you quickly close it. You're dumbfounded. His informal attire is mostly white, similar to his training attire, getting ink of that amount out in such a short amount of time would be nearly impossible. As you continue to stand there in silence you can see Ayato absolutely blossom with happiness.

A few more seconds pass until you collect yourself enough to speak calmly. "I'll fetch you some other clothing to change into while I tend to your..." Your eyes narrow at him. " Accident. " Words laced with venom at the end. He nods, smiling. " Go ahead, I'll be right here. Do be quick though, I hear ink is a pain to get out the longer you leave it. " He smirks.

You bow rigidly before bolting out the door to his quarters to grab him some fresh clothing.  Returning to the lion's den, you announce yourself once more. "You may enter," Ayato calls out again. Sliding open the door he promptly stands up this time.

You don't say a word but hold out the clean clothes to him. "My my, that was fast." He smiles. You don't answer but begin to turn to exit so he can change in private.  "No need to be so shy. You're practically one of my retainers at this point. "

You quickly turn around deciding to face the door instead of him, face red with embarrassment this time. You hear the rustling of the rest of his clothes. After a few awkward quiet moments with your thoughts filled with annoyance and somehow Lord Ayato's bare chest and perfect stupid abs, he finally speaks again. "I'm dressed." You pivot to see him again, back in pristine condition, however not bothering to pick up the ink stained clothes off the ground.

Retainer??? Since when? Where's your pay raise? That's all that runs through your mind as you stare at him dumbfounded. You don't realize until you snap out of your train of thought Ayato has already started stripping, his bare chest on full display. "Miss (Y/N) I don't mind if you watch, but watching me so intensely is unnecessary." You didn't think that smirk could get any bigger but it does.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in and kneel to grab the stained clothes scattered around his feet. You go to grab a sleeve and the bastard has his foot still on the article of clothing. Giving it a little tug as a hint to move, Ayato simply looks down at you with a smile. "Oh my apologies, didn't realize I was standing on it and hindering your precious time to get those pesky stains out." He steps out of your way and plants himself back to his desk. Asshole is all that runs through your mind as you gather the clothes.

Once again you quickly excuse yourself and rush to the medical bay to grab some balls of cotton and rubbing alcohol. Storming back into the kitchen you decide you need to get this frustration out and combat this stain at the same time.

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You definitely startle Thoma as you slide open the Shoji with little to no care of its fragility. "Listen I'm sorry, Lord Ayato is fucking awful."  You say holding up the stained clothing to accentuate your point.

You recount your encounter with the Lord of the house to Thoma all the while desperately scrubbing the ink out with the rubbing alcohol. "He's a sadist Thoma, he hates me I'm sure of it. Why on earth would he do this." Thoma turns to the area of the table you're vigorously scrubbing at ,now almost finished with dinner at this point, offers you a pot of cold water and soap to help you finish cleaning the stain. "That's just Lord Ayato, and hey maybe it was a genuine mistake."  He shrugs. "Thoma, I saw him pick it up and dump it on himself."

You move over a bit to let Thoma work his laundry magic. Taking the garment from you, which was now almost its original color, he washes it in the aforementioned cold soapy water. After some more scrubbing he pulls it out. Looking as radiant as it did on Ayato before he went and soiled it.  "Thoma I'm sorry for roping you into this... I appreciate you." He smiles nudging you softly. " Stop that, you'd do the same for me if I needed that level of help. " You're glad Thoma is always here to save your ass. 

"I may have done the best I can but it won't dry before dinner, since I'm almost done with it." You grab your Anemo Vision and wave it in front of him and he lets out a 'Oh yeah...' before he smiles radiantly. "You got this then, dry it quick and as soon as you're done I'll serve dinner. Hopefully that'll buy you a bit of time. " You bow to Thoma, thanking him profusely. You exit the kitchen before running to the courtyard to swiftly dry the Lord's clothes with a little help from your Vision.

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After making quick work of drying the clothes. (Thank you Anemo Archon). You inspect the clothes one last time and decide they are pristine enough for him. Carefully folding them, you proceed to slide down the hall to Ayato's office once more. 

For the final time of the night you announce yourself. "Miss (Y/n) back so soon?" he says as you enter. His eyes narrow in on the clothes in your hands. "I'm more than pleased with your speediness. However, folding them will definitely crease them." You wordlessly unfold the clothes, gesturing to the creaseless stainless garments. "I see... Very well then, I will change after dinner."  

His eyes light up again and you regret opening your stupid mouth. "Ah yes, Thoma should be along with my dinner soon. My arms are awfully tired from writing documents all evening..." There it is again that fucking sadistic grin. "Stay here and feed me will you?" You can't stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. "What? Why?" Clapping a hand over your mouth. He didn't like that, you can tell as you watch sadism on his face fade to confusion. "Because you serve under me and I'm telling you to do so." 

Taking the clothes from your hands, Ayato purses his lips briefly as your fingers touch during the exchange.  You grimace at him, typical of him to be disgusted by touching you even for a millisecond. You quickly rearrange your face before asking the dreaded question. "Can I help you with anything else my Lord?"

Right. You forgot. You're supposed to be like Thoma, a loyal dog who does what it's told. Maybe that's what you're supposed to do but this was an outlandish request. However, knowing the wrath of Kamisato Ayato, you flop yourself in the corner in defeat, not bothering to put up a fight. You press your knees up to your chest, glancing at Ayato's, once again, happy smirk. He too proceeds to sit back down, at his desk.

A heavy silence fills the room as Ayato resumes his work. You want to yell at him, kick and scream, but overall you just wanted to cry. You're so embarrassed for what's to come and your mind is reeling. The tears brimming your eyes burn as you try to continue putting on a strong front. You refuse to let this asshole see you cry.

Thoma must be taking his time because amongst the scribbling mixed in with silence you have a lot of time to think. You evaluate your position. You signed up for this, but did you really? A maid sure, but dealing with a sadistic brat? No, that wasn't in the job description. Or maybe that was the plan all along, maybe it just happened along the way? You weren't sure at this point and you felt bitter and defeated.

"Lord Ayato?" Your voice comes out horse. "Hmm?" He questions. "Why do you trouble me with the most torturous and utterly embarrassing tasks?" You stare him down. He looks shocked you dare question his authority. He opens his mouth to answer? maybe yell at you? But as if the Archons themselves are taunting you, Thoma announces himself. "My Lord you dinner is ready, may I enter?" Ayato fixes his gaze on you for a second longer than needed before responding to Thoma. "Thoma. Yes, you may enter." He answers 

Thoma comes in hands full of all of the dishes Ayato requested tonight. He almost doesn't see you in the corner for a second but being the loyal retainer he is, the actual retainer of Ayato, he says nothing but shoots you a sympathetic glance. "Thoma, please let Miss (Y/n) help you with the rest of your food deliveries. I wish not to be disturbed the rest of the night." Ayato says using a voice he normally only uses when talking with other officials. It's cold, a lot colder than usual. The blood drains from your face and a knot forms in your stomach, you fucked up big time.  

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Three days. It was three days of terrifying tranquility, free of summoning from Lord Ayato.

Lady Ayaka assured you, as well as your job, were fine. The looming anxiety however had you on edge, you couldn't sleep fearing you'd be assassinated in the middle of the night. After all Kamisato Ayato hated being questioned, the only thing you were sure he hated more was you. Death would be the only solution right? 

You were in the courtyard, it was evening and everyone was eating dinner. Thoma approached you gently tapping your shoulder. "Dinner is ready for you in the maid's quarters... But uh, Lord Ayato wishes to see you in his quarters before dinner." He says sheepishly. You groan looking to Thoma “If you don't see me tomorrow, assume the worst." You joke but deep down felt your stomach drop. It had been three days of not seeing him, who knows what kind of punishment you'd receive. 

Thoma gave you a reassuring smile as you bid him farewell and headed from the courtyard to the personal quarters of Kamisato Ayato. It's not like you haven't been there before, but something still felt off about addressing your punishment not in his office but your room. 

So there you were, standing in front of the looming door to the man who was about to decide your fate. You swallow hard before addressing your arrival. "My Lord, (Y/n) here. Thoma said you requested my presence..." Your voice came out a lot shakier than you'd like to admit. Frankly you were terrified. There was, what felt like, an eternity of silence before he finally responded. "Come in."

Your hands waver as you pull the Shoji door open. It was almost pitch black inside Ayato's room. He was sitting under a Kotatsu with his dinner finished. His eyes immediately fixed on you as you entered. "Miss (Y/n) please sit. There's something I'd like to discuss with you." Fuck. Your family will be so upset if you lose this job, what will you do for work, where will you live? Sure you hate Ayato but you for the most part enjoy your job and- No no no you can't spiral right now. 

You suck in a composed breath and take a seat opposite him under the Kotatsu. "What is it, my Lord?" You ask meekly. He closes his eyes, sighing. "I.. You see.." He's uncharacteristically fidgety. "My sister has brought it to my attention that I've been causing you much strife lately." You want to laugh, lately he says, it's been since day one but okay sure. You grit your teeth. "As you said before, I serve under you. It's my duty, I suppose." You respond promptly. As much as it hurts your pride to admit you needed this job. You belong here and you won't go down without a fight. "I see." He says, sighing again. 

" (Y/n)... You loathe me do you not?" He locks eyes with you, as if boring directly into your soul. " My Lord, of course not. I'm grateful to serve the Kamisatos." He shakes his head. " Miss (Y/n), from the moment you arrived here you've seemed to take a disliking to me. I'm just trying to understand what started it. Please be cooperative." 

Huh? You? You're the problem in this situation? You know what fuck your job. "Kamisato Ayato, I do believe from the moment I arrived here you've made me do the most outlandish things and have, frankly, acted like a brat. If anyone hated anyone first it'd be you." You bang your fist on the table of the Kotatsu. "I'm a mere maid trying to make a living, not a babysitter or a toy for a spoiled noble's amusement." 

He has the audacity to laugh. "I'm sorry I seem to be missing the joke here my Lord. Please share so I too can laugh at the very serious call concerns I just raised." You glare at him. He smiles trying to suppress his laughter. "(Y/n) no one has ever talked to me like that before..." You pause. You've never seen Ayato look so pleased in your presence before. 

"Shamefully I'll admit, I enjoyed hearing your true feelings about me." He fidgets under the Kotatsu again. "For the record, I never hated you. I enjoy teasing you, and I'll admit I take things to an extreme. For that I apologize for the suffering I put you through." You're stunned at his apology. The head of the Kamisato clan apologized to you? " My Lord I..." Your words catch in your throat and all the anxiety built over the past three days spills out of your eyes. The one thing you swore you'd never do happens, you're crying in front of Ayato. 

Instinctively Ayato rushes to your side of the Kotatsu kneeling next to you handing you his handkerchief. You take it and turn away from him as you try to repress your sobs. "(Y/n) I'm so sorry, I didn't realize... I..." He turns you to face him. His face is almost unrecognizable, maybe from the blurry vision of your tears, but his face laced with pure concern and gentleness. "I apologize for being so bold to ask but my I... Hug... You?" H u h?  Your world feels like it's been turned upside-down. Ayato is being nice to you, and the craziest part is you kind of enjoy how it makes you feel. A half hour ago you would've never dreamed you'd be in this situation. 

You cautiously nod and Ayato gently pulls your much smaller form into his chest. You sniff, still calming down from your episode. Ayato gently strokes your back. It sends shivers down your spine but you don't... hate it?? You're conflicted at this moment. A man who was once so cruel to you is now being the perfect gentleman. 

While battling your thoughts Ayato fills the silence. "When my sister and I were young, she would often hurt herself by accident. While she cried, I'd hold her like this until she would calm down." You hum softly. You're unsure what to say. This whole situation feels like a twisted dream. You feel like any moment you'd wake up in your bed and the sinister Ayato you'd known up until now would return.

You glance up at him, his eyes are closed as he still is gently stroking your back. He looks peaceful, a small gentle smile on his face. You dare even concur he looks rather handsome like this. Your face turns red as you now realize the situation you're in. Kamisato Ayato is holding you. Even worse, you're enjoying it.

One of his eyes opens and peers down at you. His smile gets wider but remains gentle still. "Feeling better?" He asks. "I think so. I apologize for my outburst My Lor-" "Ayato..." "Huh?" "You can apologize but please use my name, not my title." You snort with a smile, there's the Ayato you know. "I apologize for my actions Ayato. For the record as well, I don't hate you either." 

You pause for a brief second confused by your own confession, then words continue to spill out of your mouth. "I think I hated the way you treated me and just assumed you hated me. Besides you'd make me do silly things and would cause problems just for me to fix, making my life harder, it was frustrating but..." Ayato tips your chin up from his chest. You both stare at each other in silence.

Whatever rambles you had in your mind vanished and all you can think about now is how pretty his eyes are and how you never noticed until right now.  Ayato leans down, your lips inches apart from his, you can feel the heat of his lips radiating on to yours. "May I be bold once more Miss (Y/n)?"  You say nothing, you're absolutely frozen so he continues. "I think I did all of that because I'm positively enamored by you." Then closes the gap between the two of you, kissing you.

His lips are soft and as his hand moves from your back to your waist you find yourself kissing him back. It's gentle but tender, all that pent up rage for the man you once loathed melts and in this moment it feels like you two are the only ones in the world. He pulls away first. You stare at him, he looks positively breathtaking now. His other hand runs a finger over your bottom lip then joins his other hand on your waist. "If you hate it please tell me to stop, and I will." You shake your head. "Please... Continue."

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His lips meet yours again this time with more passion. You wrap your arms around his neck and gently part your lips. Ayato takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss further, sliding his tongue gently into your mouth. His hands wonder about your body while he kisses you. You can't deny the sparks that follow in the wake of his touch. 

You part briefly to catch your breath and Ayato uses this as an opportunity to explore your neck. You tilt your head to the side giving him more access. He chuckles softly at your action. "So responsive." He teases against your neck. "Please keep your thoughts to yourself and keep kissin-" He bites down on your neck leaving whatever grip you had planned to die in throat and gets replaced with a soft moan. He lavishes the bite with his tongue and you're positive that's gonna be a mark you'll have to cover tomorrow morning. He tugs at the corner of your kimono staring into your eyes asking for silent permission to continue. 

Taking the hint you boldly slide down the shoulder of your kimono to let him continue. He smirks as continues his conquest from your neck to your newly exposed collarbones. Placing soft kisses on them while making quick work of sliding the top half of your kimono off, leaving the excess fabric to hang around your waist. The cold night air hits your skin leaving your exposed top half covered in goosebumps. Ayato reaches around to your back feeling for the clasp of your bra. "May I?" His voice comes out soft, filled with lust against the shell of your ear. "Please." You whimper.   He skillfully unclasped the bra freeing your breasts from the confines. Instinctively you cover your, your face bright red with embarrassment with another realization Kamisato Ayato, your boss, is about to see your naked body. 

Ayato wraps a warm hand around your wrist, planting a kiss on the inside of it. "If you're nervous we can stop here. If not..." His eyes wander to his bed, which is partially skewed from your vision due to the folding screen for Ayato's privacy sake. "No I want to continue... I just..." You laugh. "I don't want this to affect my job you know?" Ayato chuckles back. "I promise you it won't." You blush slowly unfolding your arms. "In that case..." He smiles, that's all the permission he needs and in one swift motion stands up and hoists your half clothes body over his shoulder, like you weighed nothing. 

He takes a few steps and throws you on to his bed, one you've made many times before and one you'll probably have to make again after this. He takes advantage of you getting comfortable to take off his top. You're once again faced with Ayato's bare torso, this time you are able to ogle at it as much as you'd like. "You're staring again." He says with a smug expression, climbing on the bed now towering over you. "Am I not allowed to My Lord?" You quip back. 

He raises an eyebrow and then you see that expression on him that you used to loathe, that sadistic smile. "I suppose I'll allow it tonight. I'll even do you one better." He once again grabs your wrists, this time places your hands on his bare chest, abs, shoulders. But Ayato being Ayato was in control of your movements Giving you the satisfaction of feeling his smooth skin but not giving you control to do so as you please. "Ayato..." You whine. He just laughs before releasing your hands and leans back down to kiss you again. 

While kissing you his hands wander to your breasts giving them a little squeeze. You can feel him smile in the kiss when you let out a small moan. "Sensitive?" He asks. You nod in response, worried your words will betray you. His kiss trails back down your neck to your breasts this time. Taking a nipple in his mouth and biting and suckling on it you can help but cover your mouth and whine in pleasure. He takes his other hand and messages the other breast pinching your other nipple occasionally. 

Your core was practically aching for friction at this point you wiggle your hips. Ayato's attention shifts again. "How cute.. Someone's needy." He says after releasing your breast from his mouth. He shifts his attention to untie your obi to get the rest of your pesky kimono out of the way. When he does you catch a glimpse of the sizable bulge in his pants. "I could say the same for you." You tease. "Can you blame me?" He responds as you lift your hips so you can let him discard your kimono on the floor. "Besides, your one to comment when your panties have a wet spot." He states bluntly as he slides off the bed dragging you by the hips to set you at the side of the bed. 

Ayato plays with the waistband of your panties eyes once again meeting your asking for silent permission to go on. As if you would stop him now. He must take your silence for reassurance because he drags your panties down your hips and discards them somewhere with your kimono. He parts your legs and spreads your pussy open. "You're soaked..." He sounds breathless as he stares at your glistening hole. "Don't stare!" You protest as you attempt to close your legs, admittedly flustered. Ayato, of course, overpowers you by keeping you legs spread and plants a firm's kiss on your clit. 

He takes his time eating you out. Making sure to tease all the spots he gets a good reaction out of you. Your grip on the beds' silken sheets will tear somehow. Ayato looks up at you making eye contact with you before sucking on you clit particularly hard. You almost cum right there. After a one more delicate kiss on your core he brings his fingers up to your mouth. "Suck on these for me please." He says. Instinctively you take his fingers in your mouth. The flush across his face as you tease the tips of his fingers is something you'll definitely be thinking about later. 

Once Ayato decides you've soaked his fingers enough he gently pulls them from your mouth. You let out a whine and Ayato takes the opportunity to spread your legs a bit wider. "Oral fixation... Good to know." He teases. Taking his now wet fingers he gently prods at your damp fold locking eyes with you as he slowly inserts a finger into you. You bring a hand out to cover the guttural moan that spills from your mouth. 

Ayato looks up at you, eyes boring into yours. "You better keep your voice down, we don't want the entire estate to know I'm giving my 'disobedient maid' a punishment. " He winks, and you click your tongue at him. Ayato quickly slides another finger into your hole before you can come up with something to throw back at him. 

Ayato scissors his fingers, opening you up for him. You feel close, that all too familiar high. "C.. close" is the only thing you can muster without being too loud, you were just so sensitive. He smiles sinisterly at you, rudely ripping his finger from your aching core. "Not yet, I want you to cum with me inside you." He bashfully explains. To think Kamisato Ayato is blushing, you still honestly can't tell if this is a fever dream or not.

While in your own thoughts Ayato shed the rest of clothing and you finally get to see his cock. It's definitely not going to fit... He's going to split you in half. You move to get off the bed to 'return the favor' but Ayato stops you. "Next time... I need you right now." Pushing you back down on the bed he grabs some oil stashed under his bed and lubes up his dick. Pumping it a few times for good measure. The anticipation is gnawing at you, as he runs his length in-between your folds. 

You open your mouth to tell him to hurry up, but his lips catch yours and he inserts himself into you. Ayato takes, what would have been an earth shattering groan, from your lips as he lets you adjust to his size. Pinning your arms above your head he peppers your face with kisses as your pain slowly morphs into pleasure. Eventually the pain stops and you relish in the feeling of being full, the glee of that gets old pretty fast and now all you want is Ayato to rail you into high heaven. 

You wiggle your hips as a gesture to show him you're ready and he smiles down at you. "Use your words... Ask me what you want." He's a fucking sadistic asshole. "Please?" You whine. "Please what? (Y/N), you always have something to say, why are you so shy now?" You hate him, tears of desperation fill your eyes. " Ayato please fuck me, I need you to fuck me. I can't-" You choke back a moan as Ayato slides all the way out of you and rams his dick back into you.  He buries his face into your neck. "Good girl." He praises before leaving yet another hickey you'll have to cover later. 

He sets a steady pace snapping his hips into yours. You can only imagine how fucked out you look right now. Ayato looks like an Archon himself above you, his furrowed brow and the sweat glistening on his forehead. To think you hated this man a few hours ago... Now look at you, completely at his mercy. The soft grunts he lets out next to your ear you wish to engrave in your memories forever. 

Ayato hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur and you can't suppress the whine that spills out this time. "Ther..Fuck...There!" Ayato hones into that spot, causing you to fall over the edge. He gently thrusts in and out of you helping you ride out your orgasm. With the combination of your soft whines and how tight your climax made you, he pulls out and comes all over your stomach. 

With no strength left Ayato collapses, gently, onto you. "Noooo" you whine weakling. " My stomach is a mess now you're messy too." "I'll call for a maid to bring me a towel." You smack him and he laughs, rolling off you. He pushes himself up off the bed and grabs a small towel from a drawer. Gently tending to your cum covered stomach before attending to himself. You curl up on his bed, as you watch him as he grabs your clothes along with his. "So next time huh?" You smirk. "Pardon?" He freezes for a moment. "I owe you one, so you know... This doesn't have to be a one time thing." He clears his throat. "I wouldn't be opposed to that, I suppose."

 You push yourself up to grab your clothes from him but immediately regret it as every muscle in your body refuses to cooperate with you. You fall back on the bed Ayato chuckles softly. "Rest for a bit before leaving... Leaving too hastily will definitely cause more suspicion than leaving now anyway... " He lays back down on the bed pulling your body into his. "I didn't take you for a cuddler My Lord." You joke, followed by a yawn. He laughs, stroking your back just as softly as he did when you were crying. "Rest for a bit. I promise I'll wake you up in a bit." You nod sleepily into his chest. "Just for a bit is fine." You mumble before drifting off to sleep in Ayato's arms.

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OH MY GOD I FINISHED IT HAHAHAHA GET ABSOLUTELY FUCKED PAST ME. If you read all of this I both sincerely apologize and thank you for reading my self serving fic. I hope you enjoyed it even a tiny bit.

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B.7 is begging for Isobel and Aylin. Let Isobel comfort her one and only angel please she's so tired after all thus suffering let her be scared in her wife's arms

I prayed to Selûne that someone would ask for the moon lesbians. Thank you for asking for this perfect prompt, anon! 💜

You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!

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B7. Character A has a vivid nightmare and Character B comforts them (CW PTSD for Aylin experiencing an episode)

A veil of violet darkness washed over everything Aylin saw. No matter where she looked, light failed to reach her. No matter how much she clawed at the sigils inscribed on the ground, she remained within the circle that was her prison.

Days passed and nights fell. She was certain of it, though there was no way for her to know when she was. Where, she knew well. She had been trapped in the heart of her mother's sworn enemy and sister, in the clutches of Shar’s vilest disciples. She closed her eyes and waited for another day and another Justiciar-in-waiting to take their prize from her.

A day became one hundred, one hundred fell to a thousand.

One thousand melded into ten thousand more.

She opened her eyes, sure to awaken in Reithwin next to her darling Isobel once more, and instead of the glow of her light, Aylin saw the void beyond her floating prison.

She reached up, ready to claw at her own eyes to steal away the vision of the Shadowfell for at least one blessed day.

"Aylin?"

Like the broken clouds of a storm as sunlight shone through, Isobel's voice reached her in the Shadowfell. Somehow, her fallen love could speak to her.

It seemed impossible, but then her familiar touch graced Aylin's face and a hand slipped between hers. Its touch, perfection. The thumb that stroked her chin and then her cheek was its own goddess worthy of praise, and Aylin fell in prayer.

"Aylin," Isobel's voice repeated. Impossibly close. Next to her. "Aylin, you're having another nightmare. Wake up. Please."

She never fell anywhere.

Aylin opened her eyes again.

She lay in a soft bed with far too many pillows. Sunlight flowed in from a nearby window in a private room within the Elfsong tavern, that much she remembered. The air tasted fresh. A familiar scent, like the soap Isobel used to use, filled the room.

"Aylin, love, look at me."

Her voice drew Aylin's gaze to one side. The goddess's thumb still rested on her face, cupping her cheek.

There laid Isobel, alive and swathed in blankets, next to her. Clinging to her.

"You're safe," whispered Isobel. "You are in Baldur's Gate. We're with friends in the other room. You are safe."

Aylin reached up and laid a hand on Isobel's that caressed her face. She warmed Aylin's palm with that touch, warmed more and calmed the rapid breaths that Aylin at last felt burning her throat and chest.

She peered into Isobel's eyes and held her gaze for so long that Aylin wished the moment could be immortalized, somehow given the same gift that Aylin herself had. That moment of true safety and peace.

"I am safe," said Aylin, "with you, my darling."

#bg3 fanfiction #dame aylin #isobel thorm #aylin x isobel #my fic #anotheropti prompt fics #I don't actually pray but I can make an exception for these two #anything for the moon lesbians 😔

[ymechi]

Hii, I hope you are having a good day or night! If not, maybe tomorrow will be a bit better. Anyway, I recently saw your brain rots, and I may or may not have loved them. Especially the ones about Freminet and Lynette being chosen by the creator (or was it reader?) So yeah, I like your brain rots! However, I have some questions. Take your time answering them, cause your health is also important!

Constellations 6. I have Freminet c6 and Lynette c3. So that got me wondering. How do constellations work in your brain rot au? I first thought that maybe constellations would make the characters feel more warmth. But then my brain went running with my brain cells, and came up with this. Constellation, when you unlock one of said characters' constellations they, and all other vision users, will be able to see the characters unlocked stars in the night sky. When constellation 6 is reached even people without vision will be able to see it.

But that's not all. My brain went further with questions and ideas. Cause my next question, is about 5 and 4 stars in this world. What's the difference? I thought of something along the lines of, 5 stars would be able to feel more warmth than 4 stars. But that was too similar to the original constellation idea. Then I thought of some other ideas, but I didn't want to make this text too long.

So yeah, still I hope that this might be able to get those creative ideas flowing again. If not then that's, okay too! I enjoyed writing and thinking about your brain rots, and maybe you'll enjoy this too. Take good care of yourself, cause your health is important, and stay hydrated!

Ohh i can't tell you how happy i am thank you so much for your compliments and kind words! I am glad my weird ramblings interested you enough to comment i love hearing about what other people think!

As for your question well- er- to be honest i have no idea i have been trying to think of something of what the constellations could mean in sagau. So far i have been thinking it makes them stronger, as in they are more in tuned with their element it also gives buff for skills and extra perks etc etc it's not very creative but i haven't thought of anything concrete really.

i love your idea of people being able to see the constellations that would be so cool and cute as well! i guess for more introverted characters it would perhaps be too much for them (but hey it's their grace's blessing), personally i headcanon that everyone can see when the creator is doing pulls and the constellation would shine when they get an acolyte, i do wonder what would happen if the creator is pulling when it's day time? maybe the sky turns temporarily into a night sky and then it reverts after the summoning is done? food for thought. TBH this makes me think how astrologians work under these circumstances like Mona, what the summoning means for them and how they do research on it. (But like imagine you are a humble researcher then your god creator breaks the laws making it nighttime during daylight hours to summon some random vision user halfway across the globe and now you have to report and research on this and it makes no sense)

This is all i came up with i hope it was enough ^^' and thank you again for asking!

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #self aware au #astrology in teyvat must be bonkers lol #are the stars even real?

[themanfromeire]

Take a Deep Breath

Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: The reader feels like they're drowning in anxiety, thankfully, Remus is the lifeline that can pull them out of the sea. Reader's gender is not specified - can be male, female or anything in between.

Cross posted on AO3

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As your eyes drifted to the familiar figure approaching in your peripheral vision, you shoved your trembling hands into your pockets. You did not want to burden your boyfriend with something you believed to be as trivial as your anxiety.

Your anxiety ebbed and flowed like the tide of the ocean, some days you could float contentedly on the saline solution, others, the waves were vicious and attempted to force you underneath the surface of the water, trying to drown you in a tide of fear.

On days like those, a full breath felt like a privilege that you could not be afforded as the water filled your lungs, and the salt stung your eyes, bringing you to your knees on the dirty ground, gasping for air that you could not inhale, and staining your skin with the waters of agony that seeped from your eyes.

Unfortunately, today was one of those days, and despite your best efforts to disguise it, Remus knew too. One look of his chestnut brown eyes was enough to strip you of the facade of okayness that you had hastily shoved on. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he unmasked your anxiety like a Scooby - Doo villain.

 “Darling,” Remus began, his voice pulling you from the depths of the sea of your mind, and wrapping you in a warm towel of unconditional love and affection. “What have we talked about? You don’t need to hide your anxiety from me.” His voice held a gentle and endearing tone as he chastised you gently.

With ease, he sat down beside you, and you quickly found solace in his company. One of his hands found its way to your hip, and gently pulled you closer to him, to your lifeline. Your rock in the tumultuous ocean. 

As he spoke, Remus’ words held no coldness, no salt. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but if you do, I am always here. Now, my love, is it regular anxiety, or a panic attack?”

His words make you stop and think. Panic attacks opened with the sensation of the pressure of the water as you swiftly plummeted to what felt like your submerged grave, crushing your chest and leaving you gasping for oxygen that never came as the briny liquid filled your liquid instead. 

Forcing your body to cooperate, you dragged a heavy breath into your lungs, dictating it to fill your anxiety riddled form. The air that began to coarse through your body lacked the distinct tang of salt that you had expected. Compelling your lungs to once more, you inhaled again before replying. “Anxiety.”

A noise of sympathy left Remus’ lips, and without hesitation, he leant down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m so sorry that you’re going through this at the moment, baby, would you like to go to my dorm and cuddle with me? James, Sirius and Peter would gladly leave the room if they knew it would help you to feel even a little better.”

A small smile graced your lips at Remus’ words. The other three Marauders, god bless them, would trip over their own feet to help you. They were incredibly fond of you, sometimes it made you wonder if you were dating all of them because of how much they enjoyed doting on you. 

“There’s that beautiful smile that I missed!” Remus exclaimed happily and brought a hand to your cheek and caressed it gently. Subconsciously, you leaned into his gentle touch on your cheek. “C’mon love, let’s go cuddle.”

#marauders #remus lupin #marauders reader #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #hurt/comfort #anxitey #harry potter

[blackjackkent]

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

[silentmoths]

My turn to throw brainrot your way!! *yeet*

Now, at the end of the Lantern Rite Quest Hu Tao asks Zhongli to meet her at the Funeral Parlor later for something, right?

Imagine Hu Tao knows you have a gigantic crush on him and wants to be your personal wingman (you didn't ask and didn't have to ask... she just does it). You lead a small bookstore in Liyue that is always extremely busy during Lantern Rite. So, when Zhongli returns to the Funeral Parlor later he finds Hu Tao there, asking him to help you run your shop and carry some book crates for you.

Hu Tao was the one who had originally agreed to help you with stuff during Lantern Rite but being the cheeky woman she is, she sent your long-term crush to help instead. Try and concentrate on work now... hehe.

AJDKAHSFSAB but thats so on brand for hu tao I love it and I need some soft pining rn so EHEHE

Zhongli x Reader

its kinda fluffy, but really it's just fucking crack ig

You find yourself watching the fireworks from the terrace, beautiful and vibrant against the inky black sky.

You could have gone down to the harbour to watch them with everybody else, but you just didn't have the time...besides, you got a pretty good view from here anyway, why put yourself through the hassle of more people?

Once the last firework quietly fizzles out, you take yourself back inside to start cleanup. Things always got hectic in the bookstore during lantern rite, the bookhouse up the street had anything and everything, sure; but people had a tendency to flock here to buy out your stocks of adeptal stories.

Tales of the mighty, who aided Rex Lapis in his bid for a celestial seat, you always made sure to find out ahead of time of the theme, so you could stock extra stories on whatever adepti may be involved; but by the time the festivities come to a close, it looks like barbatos had thrown a hurricane through your poor shop.

Thankfully, Hu Tao, bless her eccentric soul, had offered to help with the new shipment of books that had arrived in the harbour, she was closer to the docks, and she knew you needed time to actually make the place not look like a disaster.

Speaking of, by the sound of the door sliding open, that must be her now.

You turn the corner, around a bookshelf to greet Hu Tao with a smile and another sincere thank you, when you step on a roll of paper towel, the roll slides and you and up on your ass with a dull thud and a loud groan.

"Are you alright?" a very distinctly not-Hu-Tao voice calls.

You try to shake the stars dancing in your vision as a gloved hand reaches out and you take it without much thought, being pulled to your feet; where you are met with- oh no.

Zhongli.

Immediately you feel your cheeks heat and your heartrate spike. What was he doing here? why was he so handsome? why did he smell so good?

Zhongli carefully reaches out to feel the back of your head, checking for any lumps as he repeats his question "Are you alright?"

"I-um...y-yeah I'm ok..." you finally manage to stammer out "Just a little tired I guess...it's been a busy few days.." "I can see that." The consultant chuckles, looking around the space. "Busy as ever in here I see."

"W-what brings you here anyway Mr. Zhongli?"

At first, he tilts his head, before a look of understanding graces his features.

"Ah, Director Hu has asked me to deliver these crates of books to you in her stead...I am assuming she did not inform you prior."

"No, No she did not." You sigh, cursing her silently. She knew, she absolutely knew about your stupid fucking crush on her consultant. "But thank you, I really appreciate iT-" As you finally balance out again properly and place your foot onto the ground, a sharp pain shoots up your leg, radiating from your ankle.

shit.

"Oh dear, seems that spill may have been worse than we thought." Zhongli mumbles, supporting you to a nearby chair and sitting you down, all while you just want to melt into the floor.

"I'm sure I'll be fine." You try to push "I have so much to do I cant just-"

Oh and now he was crouched by your injured ankle, gentle hands inspecting the swelling with such fierce concentration that your words die in your throat.

"The swelling is only minor, but best you take a rest." He murmurs, gently setting your leg up onto the nearby coffee table. "You've worked hard these last few days, it's time for a break."

He doesn't let you get up, insisitng that he can take care of the rest. Ignores your panicked squawking that no, this was too much for him and that you couldn't put him in such a positon after he'd already helped with delivering the new stock.

He ignores you, and you get to watch as he shucks off his long coat, folds it neatly, and gets to work.

It really should be illegal to be that handsome.

you would need to find the heaviest book in your store

and throw it bodily at Hu Tao.

#Silentmothasks #silentmothwrites #zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin #moths moots #its dust!!

[tenebrius-excellium]

I just saw some THW salt again and it makes me sad. Because, you know, I am very openly wearing my heart on my sleeve when saying that THW means more to me than Httyd2. THW's main problem was Toothless. Everything else was on a scale between ok to great... whereas Httyd2 felt grand in vision, yet cold in execution to me. It had grief missing after Stoick's funeral, and some animation issues. Both movies were brilliant in some ways and severely lacking in others. In the end, it's a matter of preference, I guess. Idk if you're really wanting to talk about a 'failed movie', then please take Tales of Arcadia Rise of the Titans, but not a flawed gem that at least tried to do its predecessors justice. I will list up THW's strengths here now again, everything I truly loved about it. To me, these are the reasons why it was worth watching, and why it's worth existing.

❌ Toothless

❌ Grimmel

❌ Deathgrippers

❌ Light Fury (execution)

❌ No Night Furies

✅ The animation - so warm and festive and glowy and colorful

✅ Everyone's character designs, and I mean it

✅ the plot idea and the heart behind it (execution nahh - not so much. but you know that)

✅ Hiccstrid's relationship - sweet perfection.

✅ Astrid, especially, just by herself. Her beauty, her grace, her speech to Hiccup, her common sense. She keeps him grounded yet still supports his dreams. THIS is what I've come to see.

✅ The scenery. Like, the genius idea of making the Hidden World this giant underwater volcano. They could have used a little more lava to highlight dry places in there and create more light instead of using that weird crystal, but the idea itself, and the main entrance shot of the waterfall, were just fantastic. Also every version of dusk and dawn was so utterly magical. When Toothless found the Light Fury, and the storm around the snowy mountaincaps at the last battle - wow.

✅ John Powell's soundtrack alone - that totally saved the day - was worth the entire movie.

✅ The concept idea of the Light Fury. She grew on me. She's aloof and fell short of establishing herself, but she is a character™. It doesn't mean she has to be my favorite. But she's beautiful, and she is rooted in the dragonesque. Why not.

✅ The scene where Stoick taught Hiccup about love and loss. I personally identified with that memory very strongly.

✅ Hiccup's fall. Just...giant ouch. Maybe that's the entire point,,... that even when Hiccup's (and our) expectations weren't met; even though there were no Night Furies in the film and even though the dream of living in the Hidden World evaporated, and even though he lost Toothless to the affections of a random stranger, ... in the midst of all that forlorn hope and bitter disappointment, Hiccup still immediately chose to die for his best friend in a split second. He cares, and he is so so hurt, and it's so, so, so hard for him to let go... but he still chooses to do it. What a massive decision. What a heart.

✅ When Hiccup tickled Toothless' snout to wake him up. It's kinda sad that this felt like the first real, unscripted, intimate connection between them in the entire movie, but here it finally is. They were chiefing too much before this. There was no time for just the two of them anymore. This, again, being the point of the movie.

✅ Toothless looks out to the sky, then back at Hiccup, then back out there... nuff said. No words required.

✅ Hiccstrid wedding? What an unexpected blessing!??

✅ Hiccstrid has kids?? Toothless is okay??? Their older designs weren't butchered?? I was so afraid they'd be bad but they weren't!

✅ The credits walking us through all three movies again. Oof, that nostalgia. Wow.

I'm so grateful for all three movies. And that includes THW.

#httyd2 #httyd3 #httyd franchise #wherethekiteflies #httyd thw #httyd fandom

[venusimi]

Star-crossed lovers

Star-crossed : Two lovers whose love is doomed to fail or end in tragedy.

Simeon x GN!MC

MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, Angst, angst with a sad ending, tragedy

'Star-crossed', or often referred to as 'star-crossed lovers' are relationships that end in a tragedy. Those lovers don't have a happy ending, the stars are against them. Hence the name.

It never occurred to you that the pain of experiencing such fate was unbearable.

Your chest tightens and your breathing would turn ragged.

Empty sobs would escape your lips each time such thoughts come in. Hurt would overwhelm you, and he'd have to hold you again.

Right now, you are seated beside him.

Simeon.

An angel.

Someone created to be pure.

You couldn't taint such beauty, he was far too pure for your sinful hand.

His eyes gently scanning the night sky of Devildom.

You look at him softly, you take in all his features. From how his lashes are long and majestic—something anyone could envy—to how his lips are curled slightly upwards.

You look at his hands.

Long, slender, and soft looking.

You want to touch it. You want to feel him, does he want to feel you too?

"MC?" He calls your name with such grace it felt unbelievable at first. Your heart leaps and it's suddenly harder to breathe.

"Simeon? What's wrong?"

"You've been staring."

He speaks without harm, he is truly an angel.

His smile never wavers.

His eyes are fiercely locked onto yours, his beautiful green eyes that spoke millions of words you wish you could decipher right here, right now.

"Have I? You're simply beautiful." You reply to him.

Quick and to the point, you think to yourself. If you could read his thoughts, what would he be thinking of?

If you could feel what he feels, would you feel love?

His eyes lit up, "You flatter me MC."

You take note that his smile is contagious, gentle and fun. His eyes are squeezed shut but his face is beautiful.

"I'm telling the truth."

Simeon looks at you with a sad smile, "I know... You're very bold today, MC. Indulge my curiosity?"

He stares at you.

He doesn't look away from you either, you wonder why but maybe deep down you already knew. You just couldn't bring yourself to face it in fear of losing him.

"I guess I am just bold today. I had a feeling that if I don't say anything now, I won't say anything again." You turn away from him, shy of your feelings or is it that if you look at him and you see that sad expression on his face, you'd break?

The moonlit starry night sky stared down upon you both.

"...The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Simeon speaks in whispers.

Your mouth goes dry.

You feel so hurt.

So sad.

Yes, it is, you think to yourself.

He knows what you feel.

He knows what you think.

"...But the sunset is beautiful too, isn't it?"

You see tears fall from Simeon's face from your peripheral vision, but he isn't looking at you.

You don't acknowledge the tears, similar to how he doesn't acknowledge the waviness of your voice, nor the hot tears that had stained your face.

He was silent for a minute.

Then more time passes.

"...Yes," He says hesitantly, he doesn't want to say it but he knows he has to.

"...it's very beautiful." He cries.

You two ignore each other's muffled and held back cries, not once looking at each other again.

Time and time again.

You two would meet up, hang out like friends.

And let the unspoken words speak for themselves. Let the lingering touches, the long stares and the occasional flattery overwhelm your trembling hearts.

How great it would feel to let the touches stay.

To allow yourselves a moment to say what you truly want without hiding it in riddles.

It was both a curse and a blessing to love. Ironically.

How cruel fate had to be for you. For both of you.

What had you done to deserve such fate? Had your ancestor, Lilith, passed down the curse to love but never fulfill said wish unless you sacrifice something?

Is that how it worked? Did you need to sacrifice your own life?

Simeon wouldn't want that... You wouldn't want that.

What's the point of sacrificing yourself if you couldn't hold the person you had wished to hold?

Love truly isn't so fun.

"Simeon! Simeon..."

You cried.

Simeon looks at you with his pure white wings stained with a bright shade of red.

You speak no words other than his name.

And he looks at you.

"My little lamb... My angel, mc..." Simeon whispers to you with his usual bright smile but this time, it hurts so much.

He had taken a spear meant for you.

"My guardian angel, my dove. Please... Simeon, stay awake. Don't go!" You cried.

"...My little lamb, I've done my duty. I've protected you."

You continue to cry as he bleeds onto you skin, onto your clothes.

You couldn't find the right words.

So you only reply with 5 simple words.

Just mere words to help him rest easy, no matter how painful it is.

"...Yes, the moon is beautiful." You whisper into a sob.

His eyes widened, "...I'm happy. I love you, my little lamb."

You cry more.

You hold onto him, "I love you even more, my dove."

You feel his body go limp.

Agonized cries echoed throughout Devildom, with little energy left...

You did what you had to do.

The only one who can help you.

Lord Diavolo.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me mc #obey me lord diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon x you #obey me simeon x reader #obey me simeon x mc #simeon x y/n #simeon x mc #simeon x reader #simeon x you #star crossed #star crossed lovers #angst #obey me angst #angst with a sad ending #tragedy #obey me fanfiction #obey me fic #obey me ficlet #obey me fanfic #obey me gn!mc #obey me gn!reader #major character death #obey me prompts

[stingslikeabee]

A letter left in her charge and hers alone. In the wake of Hikaru Sephiroth's memories returning, his heart may have been nurtured to new heights, but his ideals remained the same, stubbornly. He sought to make the world in Jenova's vision and was terminated. There would be no return from the Lifestream nor any more mothering from Melissa. A letter and memories were all that were left — ❛ This comes only with the certainty of my demise which means I failed. Again, I failed. This world was not for me, and I not fit for it. On the precipice of true death, I am certain I regret not being in your embrace where I was the happiest I could ever imagine being. I should have stayed, shouldn't it? I can't hold regrets in the afterlife, but it is my hope you do not carry any regrets nursing me to health. I never knew what love was until I had you. Goodbye, Melissa. I am sorry. ❜

unscripted asks . always accepting

She knew.

Upon finding the sealed envelope on her vanity, Melissa just knew what it all meant - even if there had been no news network relaying the events taking place so far away from Midgar or if the penmanship had been a strange one, a mother always sensed things differently in relation to her children. And while Hikaru (or rather, Sephiroth) had not been born from her body, he was her son.

It was just how she viewed the man - grown-up and deadly when transferred to Melissa's care and thanks to Shiva's grace, but embraced by the innocence of a young boy with the amnesia that plagued (or blessed?) him at the time. Theirs had been a journey of discovery - of the delicate and yet intense bonds that bloomed from simple acts such as washing hair, discovering one's favorite fresh fruit or even celebrating birthdays together.

Sephiroth had caused the deaths of many - a man deprived of humanity and fashioned into a weapon, but not while living under a false name and at the inn. For a while, he had just been 'Hikaru' - the light in her life, a silent presence that yet offered so much joy to Melissa. All the misguided, suffocated love that lingered in her heart and threatened to overflow finally had a worthy recipient. Hikaru needed a mother as strongly as she needed to care for him.

Gone were the ideas of having in him an ally against Corneo, some additional protection for the inn employees and slum residents - that was all secondary. Selfishly, Melissa had thought that their bliss would not be cut short - they had endured their trials and the gods wouldn't be as cruel as to separate those meant to find one another, right?

Not quite.

The woman who clutched the letter to her chest and sobbed with abandon did not react as the average Midgarian would to the news of an iconic figure suddenly re-emerging and then returning to the Lifestream (again?). Sephiroth had inspired many, then terrified even more people - but Melissa couldn't (wouldn't) believe that he was the same. Whoever the general had been - Hikaru was now part of him.

Her son, her curious child, her loving offspring with beautiful mako eyes, tender hands despite the calloused palms, soft touches even if he had no shortage of excuses to be cruel. All the vile words that the news channel kept repeating and people commented about were wrong - hurtful vitriol, baseless accusations. It stained his memory and eroded his good deeds.

What about the homeless children he defended? The girls he stood for? The old and vulnerable who breathed a sigh of relief when he emerged from a dark corner to face those sent by Corneo? Hikaru (and Sephiroth, by extension) had been human, loved and admired without the pomp and circumstance of a 1st Class. He had been himself.

He had been her son and Melissa would never forget him.

"I will see you again, Hikaru," the words were broken, the sobs making it hard for anything to get out at all. No trace of the melodic timbre or the warmth of her eyes remained - just steel determination to make the same journey as he had, "I know. I feel it. I will see you again, my son."

#saishuu-heiki #saishuu heiki #v: the Evil Queen #replied #how dare #I'm working through my inbox and #how daaaare #her (mass-murderer) baby!!

[chelleinyy]

Two Promises, One Fulfilled

CHAPTER I

My Dearest Abigail,

As I write this, I find myself unable to contain my joy. I hope you are doing well as I am. In each letter that I send to you, it reminds me that I will be with you again. The days leading to our wedding seems to be paved with blessings. They just keep coming! As I await the moment when you grace the aisle with your presence, I grow impatient, caused by a longing to be near you before the big day, to feel your warm hands holding mine.

While we write to one another daily, our exchanges sadly fall short in my needs to see your smile, to feel your touch. Our separation has stretched for too long, but that won’t be the case anymore. All shall be but a memory, for I shall arrive by train tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully this letter will reach you first. I hope as I get off the train, you’ll be the first to greet me.

But amidst all these achievements and dreams, it is you, Abigail, who remain as the core of my motivations. You are the reason why I have the strength to get up in the morning, even when I am thousands of miles away from you. Tomorrow, as soon as the train arrives to New Haven, my eyes will search for you amidst the crowd. With devotion that knows no bounds,

I am exhilarated to say that my dedication has borne fruit – I have finally attained my law degree! Days of diligence, the nights of study, and the unwavering determination have led to this triumphant culmination. I cannot help but envision this degree being framed in our home, alongside a portrait of you and I, a testament to the two momentous events that I will never forget that happened to me this week.

Yours always and forever,

Justin

Setting aside his pen, Justin gazed fondly at the letter before him. He reclined comfortably in his chair, allowing his focus to drift out the window, feeling a sense of tranquility as he did so. "What a week it's been," Justin mused with a grin, "Two victories to celebrate – the upcoming marriage to my Abigail and the path toward becoming a lawyer. Truly splendid."

His thoughts continued to wander, visions of the day of the wedding and its aftermath never leaving his mind. The wedding arrangements had been made final a week ago, and Abigail had been diligently keeping him informed of each development. She had even shared a photograph of the bouquet she had in mind.

"Forget-me-nots for your eyes, and Goldenrods for your color palette," Abigail had penned. The notion that she extended her affection through the choice of flowers touched him deeply.

"In all honesty, I've received an abundance of photographs showing too much of the preparations. It's safe to say surprises might be scarce at this point," Justin chuckled to himself. Earlier in the day, Walter had jested about the situation, remarking, "Ah, but you are a man of great fortune," Walter had declared. "As your trusty best man, I foresee a multitude of wondrous moments awaiting you."

Abigail's mother had been positively exuberant, and it seemed like scarcely a week went by without a letter arriving from her. Her enthusiasm mirrored that of Abigail's, and just recently, she wrote, "Upon laying eyes on the wedding bands, I wouldn't be surprised if a photograph has already made its way to your possession, Abigail insists on sending you photographs incessantly. She clung to her own ring for an entire day, only relenting when her father managed to persuade her that the grand unveiling should await the morrow. Merely two days away, my dear boy!"

"You seem to have a lot on your mind, my friend."

Justin glanced over his shoulder, finding Walter comfortably settled on the sofa across the room, engrossed in a crossword puzzle. A warm smile adorned Walter's face as he looked at Justin, a playful chuckle escaping his lips. With an amused glint in his eyes, Walter continued to tackle the puzzle. "Your expression tells me more than words ever could."

Justin turned his head and met Walter's gaze. With a bemused grin, he crossed the room and settled into an armchair to Walter's right. "Well, you're not entirely wrong," Justin admitted with a half-smile. "There's a lot on my plate, Walter. It's all happening sooner than I thought."

"One, two... Zeppelin," Walter declared, marking an answer.

"Hot air balloons?"

"The notion of having my own hot air balloon is nearly as thrilling as your impending marriage, my dear Justin."

With a relaxed laugh, Justin leaned back in his chair and propped his legs on the coffee table. His eyes wandered lazily to Walter. "You always aim high, don't you? Quite literally, I see."

Setting down his pencil, Walter looked at Justin with a modest smile. "Done," he announced. Turning toward Justin, he continued, "You've always been the ambitious one between us. I'm content reaching for the skies." He pointed to a sketch of a hot air balloon on the coffee table. "Literal skies, that is. I'm planning to build that, you know."

"The skies should indeed be the pinnacle of your aspirations, as the saying goes."

"That's your wisdom, Justin. You've always had a knack for achieving the impossible. I can't blame you for it."

Arching an eyebrow inquisitively, Justin regarded Walter with curiosity. "How so?"

Walter gestured once again, this time toward a framed photograph of Justin and Abigail on the wall. "You've always said that you do it all for her. Every endeavor, every achievement, it's all for her."

Gazing at the photograph, Justin's smile formed almost absentmindedly. Even in these still images, she never fails to bring a smile to my face. It's a constant, that's for sure.

"In just a few days, the two of you will be starting a life together under one roof. And who knows, in a handful of months or a few years down the line, it might as well be 'Lawyer Lawson' that rolls off the tongue," chuckled Walter, playfully noting Justin's captivation by the photograph. "You're a fortunate man, my friend, there's no denying that."

“Indeed...”

The number of hours before he gets married are counted, all preparations are set. Didn’t Abigail make it clear that he was the only one that they were waiting for?

Pushing up from the sofa, Walter reached for his coat and hat. "Well, time to dash. Got to make sure my suit fits the occasion," he grinned, giving Justin a friendly pat on the back. "I'll catch you in New Haven, my dear fellow!"

Justin stood up as well, accompanying Walter towards the exit. "Counting down the days, Walter! Both Abigail and I are thrilled to have you there with us," he said warmly. Standing by the open door, he watched as Walter called a carriage, offering a final tip of his hat before his friend disappeared into the bustling streets.

He immersed himself in the text, allowing it to envelop his thoughts. As the afternoon came, Justin found himself nearing the final chapter of the book. Just then, there was a gentle knock at the door.

Returning to the living room, Justin settled into the armchair, retrieving his copy of Dr. Slumber. "Johnny Torrents certainly writes an intriguing narrative," he remarked, thumbing through the pages. "His tales exceed the boundaries of mere horror.”

"Walter's returned, perhaps? Or might it be Abigail's mother? Unexpected company, it seems.”

Getting to his feet once more, Justin made his way over to the door. "Who might it be?" he called out.

"Mister Lawson? It's Chief Wright."

Ah, Chief Wright. Their encounters were mere occasional, whether they crossed paths while Justin strolled back home or as Justin passed by the Chief's distinctive airship. They had been familiar with one another for quite some time, with Arthur being the one that he corresponded with during his law studies. The last time they saw one another was a couple of weeks ago.

Greeting the chief with a genial smile, he swung the door open.

"Well, Chief Wright, this is a surprise. I hadn't anticipated your visit. Are you here on police business?”

"Regrettably, yes."

A flicker of unease tinged the air. Arthur's countenance lacked its usual assurance, different from his accustomed professional demeanor. Beside him stood Detective Bontemps, matching that same hesitant expression. With a resigned gesture, Bontemps removed his hat, his gaze shifting to the ground. "Mister Lawson, we apologize for intruding during such a time, but... well..."

Arthur evaded direct eye contact, a behavior out of character for him. Something was amiss. Justin ushered them inside and guided them to the living room, resuming his seat in the armchair, his focus unwaveringly on Chief Wright.

“Are you both alright? You’re here on police business? How does it concern me?”

"Arthur, what's the matter?"

"I... um..."

"Don't leave me hanging, please. I know well enough that waiting isn't your strong suit."

Detective Bontemps exchanged a glance with Chief Wright, his expression communicating his own uncertainty. Arthur sighed, finally meeting Justin's probing look. He adjusted his posture, choosing his words with care.

"Frankly, I wish I didn't have to convey this news. Especially considering your recent achievements, and... well..." Arthur's words faltered once more. "...your engagement."

Arthur had offered his congratulations on Justin's graduation via letter and had personally celebrated Justin's engagement months ago. He even found himself on the guest list for the occasion. The way Arthur saved the news about Justin's engagement for last struck a disconcerting chord.

"Arthur, please, don't dance around this. Be direct." Justin's voice held a firm note.

"I had assumed you might have already been aware, but..." Arthur's voice trailed off as he carefully chose his words, his gaze shifting toward Detective Bontemps for guidance. Bontemps released a resigned sigh, his eyes now fixed on Justin.

"Arthur, please. This uncertainty is making me uneasy. What is the matter?"

It was Detective Bontemps who finally broke the uneasy situation, his gaze solemnly fixed on the man before him.

“Mister Lawson, we regret to inform you that somebody close to you had been involved in a mugging in Sinner’s End. Abigail Baines, unfortunately fell victim to the incident. You have our condolences.”

#justin lawson #abigail baines #walter cumberbatch #isaac bontemps #arthur wright #criminal case mysteries of the past #criminal case #my fic

[eunoiaastralwings]

Turgon x Female Reader smut please? They are at a ball in Gondolin and he can hardly keep his hands off her and just ends up excusing the both of them and drags her to their room for a little rough but intimate love making? Thank you so much for taking the time to read this request. P. S. Absolutely fantastic writing, my dear.

Can't Keep my Hands to Myself

featuring turgon x fem!reader

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

a/n awe thanks hun! - I hope you like— sorry about the wait!

warnings smut, 18+, some dom and sub themes, little turgon style dirty talk

Turgon knew he would of the task of the impossible – from when he saw dressed and ready for him to escort you to the ball.

You were dressed so elegantly in a shimmering dress – you were putting Varda’s stars to shame – in fact Turgon was so sure they were envious of the beauty that was overflowing from you.

Something animalistic inside Turgon turned – when he learned to understand again – that this beauty and kindness of heart was his wife. No one else vision and grace like you as their wives – no Turgon was blessed. . .

You peaked up at from your long eyelashes – Turgon swore the tightness in his trousers was starting to suffocate him.

From the beginning of the ball – Turgon found it hard to pry his hands of you – they were either wrapped possessively around your waist or shoulders.

It should took everything in him – not to let them wander anywhere else – especially at a public setting.

The ball was taking too long in his opinion – taking with his ministers and lords wasn’t helping the situation either. It was getting harder and harder for him to keep his voice under control – he wouldn’t have it laced in sexual tension – or desire.

Turgon almost cried out in relief when you pulled him over to the dance floor – but then thought twice.

Now the both of you were close – his hands settled just above your backside – your faces mere inches away from each other.

You were looking at him lovingly – Turgon wanted to have those eyes roll back in pleasure, while you cried out his name.

You noticed the swift in him – it confused you.

Whatever it was that was pricking at him – was obviously bothering him.

“What seems to be the matter, vero?” (husband).

You asked him.

Your voice was quiet – sweet and laced in honey.

Oh Turgon wished to hear your moans right there and then – his hand on your waist tightened.

“Meldanya, Eru knows am a blessed ner to have a maiden as fair as you. . . - But am also cursed - do you know why?”

You looked at him puzzled.

“Why?”

“For I long for your sweet lips to pleasurably sigh out my name. But it is rather wrong of a king to leave a setting well established for his own needs.”

Now you understood – and you couldn’t help up but smirk.

You leaned up – on your tippy toes – and whispered rather needily.

“What if it wasn’t just for his own needs? – But his desired too?”

That’s when Turgon snapped– he quickly exited from the ballroom.

With a few to no words to his lords – Turgon quickly led you back your chambers.

His hands were itching to touch you, kiss you – and pour tenderness over you as he pushed himself deep inside of you.

You gasped – when Turgon swiftly pushed you into the chambers – with care however – and shut the door behind him.

You stood here – breathing heavily in the middle of his room. You were almost out of breath from trying to keep out with his long and fast strides.

You were a breath-taking sight.

Turgon slowly moved towards – tenderly caressing your jawline with his knuckles.

You closed your eyes and nuzzled into his touch – and Turgon easily open his hand and rested his palm softly on your cheek.

“My darling – I am deeply weak for you – I swear stars shine in your eyes. . .”

He whispered.

Turgon quickly dipped down and kissed your lips.

It began soft – tender, but then Turgon’s desires caught up with him again and his lips started moving harder and faster against your lips.

Turgon pulled you flush against them – groaning annoyed at the layers of clothing that separated the both of you.

One of Turgon’s hands was his your hair – cradling your head and leading you into his kisses.

The other was around your waist – wandering dangerously low.

Turgon gave your backside a tight squeeze and you gasped – only prompting him to push his tongue into your mouth.

With his hand he pulled you closer – you gasped at the feel of his hard member pressing against your dress.

Your husband quickly pulled away from the kiss – then looking into your eyes and settling both his hands on your arms, he carefully walked to the bed behind you.

His eyes never left your eyes – there was an unspoken promise there – a promise to deliver you a very satisfying night.

You felt the edge of the bed hit the back of your knees.

Turgon carefully pushed you down on the mattress – he pressed a kiss on your forehead, then kissed your eagerly awaited lips again.

You kissed him back.

Then – Turgon slowly lifted your back off the bed – just enough so he could slid his hands under and work the ties of your dress.

Once he untied then all three on your back – Turgon slowly pushing the material off your shoulders.

Leaving your lips – he trailed kissed down to your neck and shoulder – before the pushing it further down.

Every inch of newly exposed skin he kissed – over your collarbones, down over your stomach, then finally trailed his lips over your right leg.

When the dress left your body – Turgon quickly discarded it and pressed a lovingly kiss on both your ankles.

Kicking off both your boots in the process.

He trailed lips up again – through your left leg this time.

Turgon looked into your eyes when he reached your face again.

He smiled at you lovingly – like you had.

Your husband quickly began to work on your undergarments casting them away – as he found them to be completely unnecessary.

Turgon was quickly to attack your chest with kisses – and bites too.

He left little love bites at his wake – Turgon took pride in the way you writhed under him.

You moved your hips against his hip – Turgon’s hand shot down and pressed it down on the bed again.

You whined.

When you found the situation to be too unfair – you swiftly began to undress him from his robes.

Carefully settling aside his circlet and made him bare as you were underneath him.

Turgon didn’t stop you – inside he rested his body softly against your body – biting and marking any other bit of skin he could when you got rid of his robes.

It took you longer than expected Turgon’s miniature torture making you forget for moment – as pain and pleasure travelled over you.

Turgon’s hands came to assist you – you almost cried out in relief.

However, he never stopped his lips and hands were all over you – desperate to mark all over your skin.

It took Turgon everything in him – not to mark you in places everyone could see.

When his body weight was over your body – you felt at bliss, but impatient too.

“Turgon – Please. . .”

You whispered – having your husband on top of you wasn’t enough.

You needed move to move inside you walls – make love to you and claim you whole again.

Turgon’s hand came to cradle the back your neck – in a gentle but hard hold, pushing your lips against his.

“Elen lissënya. . .I shall have you” (My sweet star).

He couldn’t stop kissing you – having you close, your naked flesh against him, it was maddening and relief.

Turgon like he had all the time in the world – he could take his time using his hands and lips to pull pleasurable sighs and moans from you.

But the moment he felt another jolt of your hips – he knew he couldn’t.

He let out groan – against your lips.

Your husband held you cautiously – caressing and stroking your hips, before holding them in a punishing grip.

You gasped – immersed under everything your husband was giving you.

Turgon pulled away – he hovered on top looking into your eyes.

You gulped under his strong gaze – feeling shy and exposed.

But there wasn’t any time to think into that – when your husband pushed into walls slowly.

You gasped – and readily wrapped your arms around him.

You moaned – feeling how he entered you inch by inch until he filled you completely and rejoiced your souls.

Your wetness was coating him – he swore he saw stars right there.

“Oh my. . . – Turgon, my love. . .”

You cupped his face – trying to urge him to move.

Your husband turned his head to kiss the palm of your hand – before laid on top.

His hand tangled in your hair – and with one more look of approval from you Turgon brought himself out and thrust himself in again.

You gasped – arching your back at the ways he moved delightfully inside you.

It was slow – Turgon paced up – meeting your hips with a punishing speed.

It made you throw your head back and scream.

“How is it you’re still so tight – even after the number of times I fucked you, elen lissënya!”

He asked – when he was pounding into you.

“Faster. . .”

You breathlessly moaned – it was muffled by the way you hid your face in his neck.

Turgon gritted his teeth – with is free hand he rubbed your clit.

You felt your walls relax around his throbbing cock – taking your husband so well.

“So good. . .- You’re doing so good, veri” (wife).

Turgon praised – later his eyebrows furrowing when he felt himself hit that spot.

“Oh- Turgon!”

You stuttered out with a whine – when you felt Turgon hit your spot repeatedly. You were was about to lose you mind – you knew he was definitely doing it on purpose to make you reach your high quicker.

With every thrust, your husband made sure to brush against your sweet spot – causing lewd moans to leave your mouth repeatedly.

“Turgon, my love! I'm close! – Please!”

You moaned at the feel of your walls tightening up around him.

“I know, elen lissënya. Let it out. . .”

Turgon said – picking up his pace. He also tapped your inner thigh.

Your eyes rolled back as you came all over him – arching your back.

But, Turgon didn't stop – no, he kept going – ramming himself into her, again and again.

“Turgon. . .- I can’t take anymore. . . please”

Turgon pressed kiss on your lips with small breathy laugh.

“You can, my love – you always could – You're not done yet, you can take more.”

You whimpered and looked down at where your husband’s hips kept slamming into you repeatedly.

“Turgon, please . . .”

You begged – your walls tightening around him again.

“Already wanting me, my love?”

He hummed into the kiss – his free hand wandering and squeezing your breasts.

Turgon noticed the way your eyes were beginning to roll back into your head

He smiled and grabbed your jaw.

“I need you to look at me, y/n”

You moaned in response – but did as he said – looking up at him as you made direct eye contact.

“You’re taking me so well – you know what right? So perfectly, verinya!” (My wife).

He groaned out – while his hips continued to slam into you.

“Elen lissënya . . ."

He muttered –  threw his head back as he felt himself nearing.

Turgon kept his thrusts consistent until he eventually finished inside you.

You both moaned in unison – feeling your souls caresses each other.

“I love you. . . – I love you so much.”

You kept repeating and showering him with kisses – breathlessly.

“As I love you, verinya. . .”

Turgon pressed a kiss to your forehead – and held your close to him.

He moved your hair away from your face and placed his forehead against your forehead.

“Am truly a blessed ner to have you, my dearest!”

“Cursed too!”

You winked with a laugh – and Turgon joined you!

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[hotgirlstiles]

trick or treat!💗💗💗

today i will share (finally) something from my catholic stiles .. ❤️

Derek Hale meets Stiles Stilinski’s eyes during homily, on a Sunday a day after his return. His eyes are dark yet they sparkle under the bright, church lights when he notices Derek’s stare on him. He’s sitting by the altar, holding the altar bell and his eyes keep moving from the priest and to the pews, where Derek and his pack are sitting. Stiles smiles at him, small and soft. Derek looks away. The church is air-conditioned and everyone is still and silent as they listen. The lights above them are bright and Derek momentarily gets distracted by the windows behind the altar. His eyes eventually move back to Stiles, who’s now looking at the altar.

He knows who Stiles Stilinski is—hell, everyone knows who he is. He’s the only son of the sheriff and if the rumors are right, the beloved of Beacon Hills. He’d just come home from the countryside where his grandmother lives. It’s been a tradition of his for the past two summers yet no one knows why he leaves or why the Sheriff doesn’t accompany him. No one knows what happens during those summers, not even his best friend Scott McCall. No matter, Stiles always left and came back the same: smart, mischievous, witty and snarky.

Stiles moves the altar bell to his left hand, the action catching Derek’s eyes. His gaze moves to his thin wrist, where a golden rosary twinkles at him. It hangs low and bright. He watches as his thin, long fingers stretch before clutching at his cassock.

“Father’s looking at you,” Laura Hale murmurs from beside him. She sits tall and proud, eyes straightforward at the altar. “At least pretend to listen.”

“I am listening,” Derek grumbles, looking back at the priest. He’s a new one. He accompanied Stiles when he came home. “Shut up.”

When he looks back at Stiles, he’s staring up at the cross right behind the priest. Even from afar, Derek can appreciate his side profile; the upturn of his nose and the way his tongue licks at his bottom lip. His eyelashes are long, fluttering gently against his cheeks as he stares. His moles look beautiful and cute against his pale skin.

Laura elbows him at the stomach and he looks away to glare at her. She ignores him and nods toward the altar again. To his left, Erica is drawing patterns on her jean-clad thigh. Somewhere beside Laura and behind them are their other pack members and Derek frowns, looking back at the altar. The priest looks straight back at him before moving his gaze. His eyes move towards a quick glance at Stiles before his eyes move over to the audience, a small smile gracing his lips as he lets out a good-humored joke, everyone chuckling lightly.

Throughout the entire mass, in-between the communions and final blessing, Stiles’ rosary bracelet twinkles and glistens in the corner of Derek’s vision. When they move to leave, the pack waiting until they’re the last ones left, he looks back just in time to see Stiles cleaning up by the altar, a focused look on his eyes. As he bends down lightly, Derek catches sight of a golden necklace glittering and hidden behind his cassock.

#answered

[simplemente-myself]

Good Omens Manifesto - 1

(this was written on 11/08/2023)

I watched the first season of Good Omens in 2020 when I had just arrived in the UK and my English skills were very limited, I hadn't heard about the book, and I did not know David Tennant (Shame on me! I know) and barely knew Michael Sheen from his role in Passengers only (Oops!). I think that I read a blog recommending this show for English learners, and then I read the synopsis and went for it. I quickly engaged with that magic and a bit absurd world of Angels and Demons, the end of the world story, and of course the captivating performance of both main characters. As a Christian and former well-committed Catholic (Am I still a Catholic? I don't know anymore) the show challenged my vision of God's ineffability and Their role in the fate of humanity many times. The thing is that I loved the show, I laughed loudly so many times with every episode and I enjoyed that hypnotic chemistry between Crowley and Aziraphale. I loved the whole first season and simply adored the finale: Cheers to the World! I must recognise that with a happy heart and relaxed mind after watching such as heart-lifting show I did not follow much of the news about the show because I never thought that I would be blessed with a second season. When I heard that the second season was coming, I became very excited about having the opportunity to witness again this marvellous universe of love, craziness, shadows, and colours. As I always do, I didn't read anything about the plot for this second season basically because I can't stand any spoilers and a week ago, I put myself on the task of watching season 2. Oh my God! Despite being very busy with my studies I finished the season in just a couple of days. I was enjoying it so much, laughing a lot, watching with a big smile on my face all those minisodes (5 stars to the Zombies!) that showed more about the Angel and the Demon's long-lasting relationship throughout history, and again it found me thinking about God, Heaven, Hell, and we simple mortals. I was so goddamn fooled by the disappearance of the Archangel f**** Gabriel, the love story between Nina and Maggie, and its parallel between Aziraphale and Crowley that I never expected such a punch in my stomach, heart, and soul that gave me the last minutes of the final episode. It felt like a bucket of cold water on my feelings! I was sceptical about what I had just seen and waited until the last minute – even when the credits and the melancholic music were already in front of me - that Aziraphale would leave that lift and the awful Metatron to come back to Earth. But it didn't happen... So, here I am, I watched again season 1 and loved it even more, probably because now my English is better and also because now, I see Tennant and Sheen as two beloved and incredibly talented actors. I am a huge fan of those performances that move your guts - such as Sarah Lancashire's in the amazing Happy Valley - and for me, the core of this season was how Michael and David delivered the millennia-lasting relationship between these two celestial entities and made everyone who watched Good Omens to believe in true unconditional love and cheering for them to be together for other 6,000 years and more. I'm amazed at David Tennant's ability of showing Crowley's hidden emotions even when he is wearing dark glasses and Michael Sheen’s grace in showing an overload of innocence that doesn’t match his long-lived existence.

(it continues in the next post)

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #neil gaiman #aziraphale #crowley #david tennant #michael sheen

[lorspolairepeluche]

behold: Themst.

This is Oduyanga Oronir Oduyanga Tsollogo Nergui Tsollogo Oduyanga “Oday” Solongo Oronir, also known as Oday of the Rainbow, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, former exile, Warrior of Light, and General Menace and Nuisance to All Eorzea.

Smith @bladeverbena​ dragged me along behind him into FFXIV story, but as i am sadly hindered by anxiety from successfully playing combat games, he was kind enough to build Oday in the CC with me on a vidcall earlier. Bless u my beloved smiffman.

Bonus screenshot of Altanaran “Altan” Oronir, Oday’s beloved late husband.

In their “canon,” Oday isn’t the Warrior of Light, but one of the original “Warriors of Light,” aka the party that got yote into a rift when Louisoix realized there wasn’t gonna be any winning against Bahamut at Carteneau.

Oday tumbled out five years later near Ul’dah, taking on the name Nergui (literally “no name,” i.e. a name given to evil spirits to mislead them) and quietly rejoining the adventurer’s guild. They were content to stay on the down-low, but that pesky sense of justice and their bad habit of standing up for the downtrodden got in their way, and they ended up as guest of honor at a banquet thrown by the Sultana and their old friend General Raubahn -- who, like everyone else, didn’t remember them. Knowing they had to get out of Ul’dah before memories broke them, they took Raubahn’s offer of being his emissary and, after confessing their true identity, left the city.

However, along the way, they met a Viera by the name of Ressaunt, who was similarly hailed as a hero in Gridania -- and who was similarly tasked with bringing the proposal of memorial services to the other two leaders. They fell in together, and Oday discovered that Ress also possessed the Echo when he saw a vision of the Calamity -- specifically, what Oday saw of it.

Flashing forward a bit, they joined the Scions together, already friends, and Oday once again confessed that they remembered many of the main members of the group, since they were one of the “Warriors of Light.” A Roegadyn woman snorted and said, “So was I.” (Indeed she was -- Doenlona Wyssbharwyn, monk and champion of the deadpan snark. Other old party members re-met along the way include Zieh’to Pahjantal, Miqo’te red mage; and Vespersineaux “Ves” Evequaint, Elezen white mage.)

Oday saw hope in Ress, and they promised to keep him safe and be at his side. Through good times and bad, they stuck with him, and it turned out mostly well. It was on the way to the Azim Steppe that Ress noticed Oday getting quieter and quieter, and when he asked what was wrong, they simply said, “There are places on the Steppe I’m not allowed to go. I’m not even permitted to visit my husband’s grave.”

This being the first time Oday had ever even mentioned to him a husband, let alone a dead one, Ress was understandably taken the fuck aback. Turned out that Oday was originally known as Oduyanga Oronir, born into a highly tradition-devoted clan against which they chafed, and chafed hard. However, their saving grace came in the form of Altanaran “Altan” Oronir, next in line to the khan’s seat, who saw Oday’s fierce heart and fell in love, and his younger brother Magnai, as proud and strong as Oday. Oday fell in love in return with Altan and his kindness and steady-eyed understanding, and the two of them were wed shortly after Altan became khan. Their marriage was blissfully happy, but tragically short -- Altan was grievously wounded during a Naadam less than two years later, and after Magnai, promising he would win, ran off to try and do so, Oday, also wounded, didn’t dare try to carry Altan to the healers alone in the middle of a melee. Their husband died cradled in his injured spouse’s arms.

Less than six months later, with Magnai as the new khan, the elders of the clan attempted to bring the rebel to heel by invoking the tradition that a widow of a chief would marry the next. Oday refused and, frustrated with the Oronir tribe’s refusal to accept the change they and Altan had tried to make, had a knock-down-drag-out argument with Magnai that ended with Oday exiled from the tribe.

And now they head to the Steppe for the first time in years...

(Spoilers: Oday wins the Naadam and becomes khagan, as they had planned with Altan for the Naadam in which he died, by defeating Magnai after stopping him from killing their friend and a very violent rehash of their last argument; they’re absolutely delighted to turn the entire fucking Steppe on the Imperials who show up. And they maybe fall in love again with a certain fellow exile, this one from Doma...)

More Altan because Smith’s a fruit (affectionate) and took extra screenshots of him:

Big handsome man. Oday still loves him.

#oduyanga oronir #oday oronir #oday #au ra #oronir #YES i'm putting this in TAGS bc i want them SEEN!! #HOLDS UP THIS DUMBASS AXE-WIELDING GRIEF-STRICKEN BASTARD NUTJOB LIKE BABY SIMBA #oduyanga solongo #the usual suspects #altanaran oronir

[norhimorovine]

9/13 - Confluence

"But this is what I want! It's my sacrifice to make!" "Your time as not yet come. What all hangs in the balance, you must give them hope."

-

Norhi clung to one of the railings of the Enterprise, watching as Cid desperately tried to maneuver his ship through the hailstorm of cannon fire coming from the imperial battleship. A hint of a whisper on the air, as if she heard someone saying thank you, turned her gaze to the other side. And there was Hraesvelgr, hurtling towards them with a speed that only the dragons of the First Brood seemed capable of.

And that’s when Alphinaud pointed at a drop of blue, diving away from him. "Is that… Ysayle? What does she mean to do!?"

Words like magic echoed against Norhi’s soul, and she realized what she was seeing. "O goddess born of mine own hopes and dreams. For the last time, I beseech you! Fill this vessel with your light! Still the hatred within our heats and bless us with eternal grace!"

Ice bloomed in the air, forming and crystallizing, to shatter and reveal the beautiful form of the primal, Shiva. The icy woman besieged the warship then, engaging it with deft flying and magic bursts of ice that turned their own weapons back on them. Cid deftly used the chance to get out of the way, making their escape. And Norhi watched in growing horror as Shiva turned herself into a souring missile of ice, to collide with the battleship. The air rippled with the impact, magic and magitek both exploding in showers of sparks that hid Shiva from them for but a moment. When it cleared, Norhi’s heart sank. Shiva’s energy was nearly spent and she hung in the air, working to regain her breath. But the imperials didn’t waste their chance. She was shot down and soon plummeted through the air, her summoning fading and leaving only Ysayle once more.

"Farewell, Warrior of Light. And thank you - for showing me the way."

Norhi’s eyes blurred with tears as she watched the streaks of leaking aether stream away from her, before bursting out in a dazzling display. She barely heard Alphinaud’s scream of denial, "Noooo!"

Y’shtola’s own shock was clear, as she recognized the arcing magic in the air, "This aether… It was a Crystal of Light. She, too, was one of Hydaelyn's chosen…"

"Fare you well, my lady," and with Estinien’s own final words, Norhi found herself kneeling in grief. How many more would she lose?

-

They’d reached the Pristine Palace of Amh Malik, in the south of Amh Araeng. Norhi’s echo pierced her mind, leaving her vaguely aware that Minfilia was also seeing this new vision. A vision of people fleeing. And of Minfilia of the Source, stopping the Flood. When her vision cleared, Norhi looked around to see herself and the younger Minfilia standing on an ocean of Light. And walking towards them was her old friend.

The younger looked up at her namesake, "This place… You… You're…"

The elder smiled and nodded, "Ours is a meeting long overdue. Full glad am I that we may finally speak."

Norhi watched and listened in silence, content to let the two talk. She smiled though, as the younger Minfilia’s words sank in.

“But I want do more than just watch and cheer. I want to make a difference. I want to help them, like they helped me - and maybe even inspire others to do the same. Coming together, providing for one another - that's the only way forward I can see. Since all of our heroes are gone, we'll just have to make heroes of ourselves."

The elder Minfilia smiled again, clearly moved by her successor’s heart, "'Tis a beautiful, wonderful dream. One we share. Though my power was all but spent in staying the Flood, I prayed this final act would give hope to those who survived. That selfsame hope lives on in you. It gives me comfort to know that the future is in capable hands. If you should ever falter, remember this: no one, however powerful, is immune to the whisperings of doubt and despair. Do not give in to them, but do not deny them either. Look instead to the light within, that you may continue to serve as a beacon to others."

The girl accepted this with a smile of her own, "Thank you, Minfilia, for believing in us. For believing in me."

And Norhi’s dear friend looked to her, "Dearest friend… no words can express my gratitude to you for keeping her safe in these tumultuous times. You are a hero to us both. But not even the most valiant heroes can stand alone. Only together may you change the fate of two worlds."

Norhi got no chance to determine what that meant, as the two Minfilias were wrapped in blinding light.

Upon returning and checking in to find Thancred alive, and healing, young Minfilia finally stepped forward to join the group. Thancred looked up and then slowly smiled, "You saw her."

The young woman, fidgeted anxiously, before telling Thancred of her choice, "I know I haven't exactly been pulling my weight up till now, but that's all going to change, starting today. I'll do whatever it takes - whatever it takes to make Minfilia's dream a reality. I can track the Lightwardens now. Maybe even help you fight them."

Thancred reached out and gently patted Minfilia's head. He smiled and answered, "I'm glad you're back."

Though, that only seemed to sadden Minfilia, as she answered, "You don't have to say that, you know…"

Surprised, Thancred could only reply, "But I want to. You're family. How else would I feel?"

And when Minfilia began to cry, he certainly wasn’t sure how to fix this.

Y’shtola just crossed her arms and smiled at the group, "She will need a name"

"A name?" Alphinaud asked, not expecting this.

Y’shtola nodded and then gestured to the girl, "A name of her own. I would not have her walk in the shadow of another any longer. And I think it a fitting tribute to our departed friend too. At the mention of Minfilia, I would remember the woman who preserved our fellowship when all seemed lost."

Ever practical, Alisaie turned back to Minfilia and asked, "Do you remember what you were called before you were taken to Eulmore?"

Minfilia shook her head, drying away her tears, "I'm sorry, I don't. I couldn't have been very old when it happened."

At this point, Thancred looked around to realize everyone was staring pointedly at him.

Alphinaud smiled and then pronounced, "If the lady herself has no preference, I think the honor should rightly fall to Thancred. After all they have been through together, he's practically a father to her."

Alisaie’s snort was almost as teasingly derisive as her retort, "Well spotted! I'm so glad you're here to explain these things."

The twins set to quietly bickering over this, while Thancred just took a moment to think. He then finally suggested, "What about… Ryne?"

Urianger pressed a knuckle to his lips, translating more to himself than anyone else, "Ah, 'Blessing' in Fae…"

But then his eyes lit up in realization and surprise, "Wait! Doth this mean thou wert listening when I delivered my lectures on the pixies?

Thancred refused to turn and look at Urianger, simply denying the assertion, "Not exactly. But that one word made an impression. Of course, if it's not to your liking, I can think of something else."

The young woman took a moment to consider, testing the name in her mouth, "Ryne… Yes, I rather like the sound of it. Thank you."

Thancred’s own warm smile echoed hers. "That settles it, then. Welcome aboard, Ryne!"

"I won't let you down,” Ryne said. And Norhi felt as if a part of her healed a tiny bit.

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[steveezekiel]

SPIRITUAL AUTHORITY 1

"I know this because I AM A MAN UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF OTHER MEN. AND I HAVE SOLDIERS UNDER MY AUTHORITY. I tell one soldier, ‘Go,’ and he goes. And I tell another soldier, ‘Come,’ and he comes. And I say to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and my servant obeys me.” Luke 7:8 (Easy-to-Read Version)

1 Then after fourteen years I went up again to Jerusalem with Barnabas, and also took Titus with me. 2 AND I went up by revelation, and COMMUNICATED to them that GOSPEL which I PREACH among the GENTILES, BUT privately to THOSE who were of REPUTATION, LEST BY ANY MEANS I MIGHT RUN, or HAD RUN, IN VAIN." Galatians 2:1,2 (NKJV)

About our text, the above Bible passage, Paul said, he went up to Jerusalem to communicate or share the Gospel he was preaching among the Gentiles, with those who were of reputation—that he might not run, or labour, in vain.

In other words, If those who were ahead of him, whom he shared the Revelation which he claimed to receive from Christ Jesus with (Galatians 1:11,12), refused to attest or agree with it, It means all his work or labour among the Gentiles would be amounted to a waste.

It is the part of church pattern, or tradition, or a way of doing things, that whoever claim to have received a Revelation, or a vision, or a calling; that such should receive a validation or an approval, so to speak, from those who have been ahead of him or her in the work.

Paul wanted to be sure that he had received right. That he might not be heretical.

This is where the issue of relationship, or Submission, to someone for mentoring or apprenticeship comes in.

This principle is biblical and it is good for whoever is just starting or the up and coming One in the Ministry work. However, the principle has been abused or bastardized by some people. a. They have used it to manipulate and control the lives of some others who sincerely submitted to them for mentoring. b. They, such mentors, would want those who submitted to them to do their bidding or wishing, even when that is contrary to what God has instructed the person; the mentee, or the protege, or the apprentice, who submitted to them, to do. c. Such mentors have taken an advantage of those who sincerely submitted to them, to learn about the work, the assignment given to them by God, how to go by it.

Relationship in life and ministry could be a plus, If you find yourself in the right one—relagionship.

If you are in a right relationship that is ordained by God, it would add to you—cause you to have a better result.

That said, the greatest relationship which whoever is being used of God should have is, the relationship and fellowship with God.

Although the relationship with other people, humans, could be necessary and needful for the learning and the activation of your goals in life.

What is the Relationship?

In a simple term: Contacts and interactions between people of like interest—is called Relationship.

It is also a mutual dealings, connections, or feelings that exist between two parties, people, or whatever.

To relate means to be in touch, to contact, and to be involved with one and other, in the matters of life and Ministry.

Right Relationship is crucial, vital and needful, to realize your goals and objectives in life. Whilst a wrong relationship could be detrimental; devastating, heart-breaking, dream killing, and vision destroying.

A relationship would either make you or break you, no relationship would leave you neutral (Genesis 13:14,15).

A wrong relationship is detrimental to your progress and success in life and Ministry.

A wrong relationship could break you altogether, regardless of your gifts, your expertises, and the divine Grace.

If you actually wanted to be blessed, and retained or kept your blessings; Then the responsibility is on you to make quality choices of Relationships.

Someone who keeps a good company would not run dry. Such would not wither. He would constantly be refreshed, and experienced Fulfilment (Psalm 1:1-3).

Any confidential talk you had with an unbeliever, or a believer who lives in the flesh, would be a trap in disguise. a. A wrong relationship could give an access to the devil, to tamper with your life, both the present and the future. THUS, do not give a place to the devil (Ephesians 4:27), by allowing a wrong person in your life (1 Corinthians 15:33). b. A wrong relationship could even rob you of your place in God's eternal Kingdom.

The choice of the company you keep is your responsibility. No relationship could take place without the agreement of the parties involved (Amos 3:3).

Right relationships are supposed to result in progress.

That is the acid test for the right choice. Wood does not sharpen irons, so any iron that relates with a Wood, becomes blunt and the Wood also suffers reduction in size—it is chopped off. An Iron can only sharpens another iron (Proverbs 27:17).

None of the parties involved in a wrong relationship profited in any way.

I. Relationship with someone higher than you in the work of Ministry.

This is a type of master-servant Relationship. a. This was found in the Ministry of Elijah, he mentored Elisha, and the latter eventually collected double portions of the Anointing on him (1 Kings 19:16,19-21; 2 Kings 2:1-15). b. The Similar case is found in the Ministry of Paul; he mentored, Timothy, Titus, and some others (Acts 16:1-3; 1 Timothy 1:2,3; 2 Timothy 3:10,11; Titus 1:4,5). c. Above all, It was found in the earthly Ministry of the Lord Jesus Christ, He trained and mentored the twelve disciples, who later became the twelve Apostles of the Lamb (Mark 3:13-15; John 20:21).

Thus, relating with someone who is higher than you in the Ministry work is biblical, but in some quarters, It has been abused.

You will not fail in Jesus' name.

Should there be any ailment in your body, I declare your healing now in Jesus' name.

The Hold of sicknesses and diseases is broken in your life in Jesus' name. Peace! TO BE CONTINUED

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