#i think this woman could move a mountain with her thighs
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Can you do immortal daughter of hecate (deadpool type immortal) x clarisse where they are out of camp and get attacked and clarisse see us get attacked and thinks we're dead and just goes on a rampage killing the monster but then reader is just casually lounging on the floor breaking the silence once clarisse calms down and starts to cry she. Would say something like
"Damn didn't know you could be so hot fighting" or something else
- back from the dead -
Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Child of Hekate! Reader
An - this sucks so bad I’m so sorry 😭😭
“The water is Fine! Stop being a wimp and jump in” You laughed swiming around. About an hours walk away from camp after sneaking out one night you had found an old hidden moon pool most likely an old witch ceremony place. Taking the context from old runes carved on the walls with ruined alters spread about. Directly in the middle of the mountain it was hard to notice unless someone fell in… which you did.
Swimming on your back silena shouted from beside you. “Common lise! We’re waiting on you”
“Give me a Minute damn!” she shouted from the top while tying her hair back. Clarisse grumbled something incoherent before running over the edge jumping.
Landing in water near the group you laugh as her splash hit you. You swam over to the surfacing girl. “You good” chuckling while moving a curl from her face.
You heard silena whisper something to Charlie and Chris making them both chuckle. Shooting her a small glare you rolled your eyes.
“This is stupid” Clarisse commented while placing her hands on your hips to support your body in the water. You always had a confusing relationship with clarisse, we’re You Friends, Friends with benefits, talking? A situationship? Honestly you didn’t know and it kinda pissed you off.
“Shut up it is not, this is fun” you teased wrapping your arms around her neck. “Besides no annoying lil kids to fuck up the mood”
Breaking the tension Chris coughed “Cringe”
Clarisse only gave him a dirty look making you laugh. He just swam over to his date which was a daughter of Demeter. Rolling your eyes you faced clarisse once again.
“Must be nice” clarisse shrugged gaining your attention once more. Tilting your head you hummed in response. “I mean having a relationship, you know the whole girlfriend I love you bullshit”
Raising an eye brow you scoffed. “What happened to the ‘i don’t do relationships’ girl from just a few weeks ago”
She just shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say I’m a changed woman”
“Uh huh” you pursed your lips unamused. Pushing her off of you, you swam deeper into the pool, smiling as you heard clarisse grumbled under her breath.
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You sat on the edge of the pool, tossing your dagger in hand you smiled while talking with silena.
“So your not dating clarisse? I could of been fooled” she chuckled. Looking across the way you watched as clarisse had the Demeter girl on her shoulders while Chris sat on Charlie’s, both teams playing chicken.
“As if were nothing more than friends shes made that clear” mumbling the last half of your sentence, turning your gaze up you watched as the sky moved- wondering what your mom was doing. Lost in thought you hadn’t noticed when clarisse snuck up on you.
Her body still in the water clarisse placed her arms over your thighs, slightly laying on your bottom half she grinned up at you. “You see that? I totally beat Chris’s ass”
“I’m sure you did” you chuckled looking down at her with a subtle smile. You felt an odd sense of anger and happiness when you were around Clarisse, like you wanted to strangle her but also kiss her. You just couldn’t make up your mind.
“Hey YN! You sure where’s no monsters here right?!” Chris yelled across the way.
Looking over at him slightly offended you yelled back. “Yes I’m sure! I searched this place in and out there’s no monsters!” You rolled your eyes mocking the boy with your hands making clarisse laugh.
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Sitting around a small fire that Charlie had made you all looked up from the top of the cliff and watched the stars while talking.
You laid close to clarisse, her arm wrapped around you while you traced soft shaped onto her leg. “That’s stupid” Clarisse bluntly spoke not enjoying Chris’s scary story.
“Your just mad you didn’t think of it yourself” he Bit back trying to look attractive for his date.
“I don’t think you can think” her joke making the group laugh.
A loud sound came from down the hall. A dreadful silence fell over the group. It was like you knew what was down there but none wanted to look.
“I’ll go see what it is” clarisse stood up grabbing her spear, You however stopped her. “Wait here with the group.. please, I’ll go see what it is”
“And what if it’s a monster”
“I’ll be fine larue I’m not a child” you chuckled walking down the hall. Clarisses eyes followed your body mainly admiring it in the bikini. “She’s going to get killed I swear” the stronger girl sat back down while muttering under her breath.
Silena rolled her eyes whistling to gain clarisses attention. “So when are you asking her out”
She just gave the girl a dirty look. “Never, we’re just friends”
“Friends don’t cuddle clarisse” she teased laughing as clarisse got ready to insult her, before she could speak however you came running down the hall.
“Everybody go!” You shouted, as they stood up you were tackled to the ground a hellhound pinning you to the ground before ripping you insides out, the formerly blue water now turning red
Clarisses scream was louder than anyone could of imagined. Even the hound stepped back in fear. Running at it with tears in her eyes she stabbed it with her spear. Throwing the hound against the wall clarisse continued to beat the dog.
In her fit of Rage the rest of the group stood silent not wanting to believe the scene of their friend bleeding out. Once the dog was dead clarisse panted with anger, her eyes filled to the brim with tears while watching it turn to dust. Turning around harshly she marched towards your lying form.
Dropping down beside you she picked you up, laying you in her lap. “You stupid stupid Hekate Girl, Why the hell didn’t you just let me go” she softly cried. Holding you close she muttered an ‘i love You’ against your skin.
“Love you to clarisse”
She pulled her head back in shock to see you teasingly smiling at her. Silena ran up to you the rest of the kids following suit, dropping down beside you she touched your stomach to see not even a scar— it was completely healed.
You could tell clarisse was confused, it was cute. “A spell, learned it a while back. It keeps monsters from killing me, with exceptions but I wont get into that” clarisse pushed you out of her arms
“Why the hell djd you tell me before!” She shouted with tears still falling.
“Didn’t think it was important” you laughed leaning into her you gave her a soft kiss you smiled. “Now about that I Love you”
She got up walking away embarrassed ignoring your playful shouting after her.
YN - you love me don’t lie
Clarisse - no I don’t
YN - I just said don’t lie
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June - Epilogue
Joel Miller x f!oc
series masterlist
warnings | 18+ dark themes surrounding suicidal ideation and attempt, angst, but also a whole lot of love to be had
a/n | here we are. this story means a great deal to me, and all I can say is thank you to the people who have held it with so much care. I would love to hear your final thoughts on it, but in the meantime, thank you so much walking through this story with me.
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And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day was done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh, so weak in this need for you
Place to be - Nick Drake
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“Warm enough?”
“Not really.”
“Come here.”
“The sun feels good though.”
“Yeah, it does.” Everything is starting to thaw. The ground growing damp and dark with the melting snow, mud that sticks and slicks at boots. The beginning of green.
“There’s a few shutters down on the side of the house.”
“Hmm.”
“Will you help me with them?”
“Of course.” Eyes squinted up in the early sun, sitting on the back porch step, a close shiver between them. Not quite warm enough, but happy to be seeking out the suggestion of spring. He almost doesn’t want to get up. Her cheek settled against his shoulder, empty mugs still lingering warm in their hands.
“Let’s get to it then.”
Maybe it’s silly. Putting pieces of a house back together at the end of the world. But it feels good, a simple, steadying act. Peeling off their jackets somewhere in the midst of nailing shutters back in place and breaking down fallen branches. Noses running with the lingering chill, muscle and bone loosening in the sun. Hands moving easy with the tasks, together.
“Do you think you can get it?”
“If you give me a leg up.” His hands on her hips holding her steady, taking a knee so she can step up onto his thigh. A stretch to snap another shutter back into place, a satisfied sigh as she stumbles down from her perch. How easy, how normal, still holding her hips and smiling.
“Is that the last one?”
“I think so.”
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“Nothing, it looks better is all.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Inside could use some help.”
“You think so?”
“Hmm.”
Windows open with a yawn, fresh air and the stir of dust. They work through the day wiping down baseboards, scrubbing up the kitchen and bathrooms, sweeping out the dormant remains of time passed. It’s the end of the world and they have shutters on the windows and smooth, shined floors and a clean kitchen. And it’s just warm enough to sit on the porch in a t-shirt and jeans as the sun starts to slip in the sky, pink-bellied clouds turning the light hazy and sweet.
“Feels good.”
“Yeah, it does.” She’s here with him, no question. Her palm steady on his thigh, eyes up over the mountains. But she’s been quiet, intent on the tasks, slipping somewhere else in between blinks.
“Good?”
“Hmm.”
“June.”
“What?” A snap, just a little one. Too much, back off or I will show you more of my snarl.
“Nothing.” A quick fall of her brow that smooths out steeled. Something slipping behind her eyes.
“I’m going for a walk.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll be back.” You’re not coming with me.
“Okay.” He feels like a fool, craning his neck to catch the last sight of her slipping down the block. This is normal. Normal is space. Normal is open hands. He can do normal too. He doesn’t have to wait, watch for her, a mechanical man that only winds up for one. He can pump blood without her palm on his chest. He can go to the bar and order a drink and grumble a greeting to his brother’s hand on his shoulder.
“He emerges.”
“Brother.”
“Where’s June?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Just, wherever she is, so are you. At least usually.”
“Hmm.” She’s never far.
“I was thinking about her the other day.”
“You were?”
“Was around this time last year that we brought her in.” It’s a strange way to say it. Not that she came here. Not that she wanted to be here. Brought in. Scooped up by the scruff, kicking and screaming. His woman and the cage she has learned to live in.
“I didn’t know that.” A long pull from his drink, hiding his grimace behind the sting.
“She still doing better?”
“She is.”
“That’s good, Joel.”
…
Playing a game of chicken with himself in the bathroom mirror, catching her in fragmented glances. Letting his body settle with hers, warmth that she will only give to him. He keeps trying to piece together the right way to ask it. All of it feeling too harsh, too obvious in his throat until it bubbles out, blatant and blunt.
“I was somewhere up in the mountains. One of the patrols found me, I guess.”
“Did you want to?”
“No.”
“Were you going to?”
“It was the closest I ever got to it, besides when you.” A fragment of a memory that hangs between them in the dark. Quiet breaths and the shift of sheets.
“He wasn’t there to need me to be there.” Impulse, instinct, his arm curling around her to coax her into him. She lets him.
“I wasn’t sad, not anymore. Not even angry. Just ready.”
“I understand.” Her palm on his chest and the light pulse of her fingertips. Beat like this, pump like this. Like this, like this, like this.
“I know you do.”
“It scares me, June.”
“What scares you?”
“You know what.”
“It scares me too, Joel.”
“But it’s okay.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Her fingers running along the arc of it, muscle memory he leans into.
“Yours is a lot older than mine.”
“It is.”
“Can I ask when?”
“When everything else did.”
“She was gone.”
“Yes, she was gone.” Her palm on his chest. I know where you carry this because I do too.
“It never gets easier.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
…
He isn’t a vain man. But still, even he can appreciate how arresting it is. Skin knitted back together in a silvery gnarl, an obvious divet in his shoulder facing the mirror head on. Grotesque and gruesome.
“Stop looking at it.”
“I’m not looking at it.”
“Hmm.” It doesn’t hurt anymore when she brushes her fingers over it, something else settling beneath his skin as she presses her lips against that ugly tangle.
“Stop looking at it.”
“Fine.”
“And sit down.”
“A bit pushy.”
“Do you want me to or not?” Crooked and crinkled, her bite tempered by her grin. The razor is back in the medicine cabinet, a careful dance to return everything to its right place before she noticed. He knows he will have to do it again. He is ready to have to do it again.
Her hands so steady like this, the focused pull of her brow as she tilts his chin this way and that by the hook of her knuckles.
“You were always good at this.”
“Hmm.” His hands on her hips, eyes following the steady weight of her gaze as she works.
“I would do it for him. When he got older. When we’d find a chance to.”
“He was lucky to have you, June.” Stuttered stop, a catch in her chest and he regrets the words instantly. Though she tucks it away, hands continuing their sweeping work, so gentle he could sigh if she didn’t need him still, still, still.
It isn’t until the razor is in the sink and she’s wiping off her hands that her shoulders start to shake. A careful curl of his fingers at her hip, hooking in the loop of her jeans to tug her close, close, close as she unravels.
“I know, June.” I do too.
A tentative furling, coaxing the back of one knee up, then the other, settling her in his lap, his palms wide across her back, holding every sob for her.
Her grief, a growling, aching, empty thing. Reminders that come in startling pangs.
His grief, a sighing, beating, tired thing. He holds it out for her to see. I am so very like you.
Faces tucked into necks like secrets. Two bodies curled around each other in a precarious perch on the closed toilet seat. And the quiet shake of a loss understood and shared. I will hold yours and you will hold mine and maybe it will be okay.
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The gardens are open again. Things are growing again. And he no longer listens for the groan of the gate. Waiting on the porch in the warmth of the falling sun for her to appear around the corner of the street. She comes home to him with a basket in her hand. Bursting red beneath green skirts, nestled down between a blush of bell peppers.
“You hungry?” She asks it with a squint and a smile, one foot on the porch step.
“I am.”
Hip to hip, the easy thump of chopping and the pan sizzling good and full. And when dinner is done and the sun’s belly is only just brushing the mountains he slices the strawberries into slivers, how Sarah liked them. And a slip of honey where he would have sprinkled sugar, how Sarah liked them.
They sit on the steps of the back porch, shoulders brushing, passing the bowl back and forth, fingers staining sticky and bright with it. Lips smacking up the sweetness, every last lick, every last sigh. And when there’s nothing left they lap up what remains on the pads of each other’s fingers, throats thrumming in this shared pleasure.
“Can I see yours?” Almost a year shown in the silver of her skin. He presses his mouth to it, open and insistent. And the slip of her fingers in his hair pulls him away so she can see his too. Lips to temple, holding him there before a languid drag down to his mouth. Sweet, sweet, sweet.
“I do. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know. I do too, Joel.”
“So much.”
“So much.”
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Socked feet hooked around his ankles. He doesn’t think he could sleep without it now. Turned toward each other, breathing each other close. There are crickets singing outside in the heavy blue night and two bodies seek each other out in the close quiet of their bedroom.
“Ellie and Dina are coming on Friday.”
“Okay.”
“Ellie said she’s cooking something.”
“Great.”
“Joel.”
“What? I said it’s great.”
“Hmm.” The curl of her smile, slanted in wavering strips of light. He curves his own around hers. Easy, easy, easy.
“Good day?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Yeah.” He doesn’t want to, but he needs to.
“You’ll tell me when it isn’t, right?” He knows the words to ask now.
“I will.”
“Warm enough?”
“I am.”
“Goodnight, June.”
“Goodnight, Joel.”
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Lying In Between The Memories
You could call it paradise but it looks just like hell to me
Summary: Following the blood rite, Gwyneth Berdara can't shake the memories of a life long-gone.
The shadowsinger can't seem to move on after five centuries of loving the same woman.
Together, they'll have to carve a new path forward.
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Six months earlier:
“JUMP!” Azriel called, his voice echoing over the screaming wind. Gwyn didn’t think, didn’t let herself do a damn thing other than follow his instructions. Leaping in the air and wishing she had wings, Gwyn cleared the gap in the obstacle course he’d laid out for her, Nesta, and Emerie. She wanted to clear it first, too competitive for her own good. What else was new? Azriel had agreed to help her maneuver it privately outside of her regular training, which meant they were often out late, just as the sun began to settle.
Gwyn had other responsibilities, too. Responsibilities to the females in the library, to Merril, to her friends. And maybe it was nice, for once, to be so exhausted she didn’t have to think about anything but life moment to moment. Here, all Gwyn had to think about was her pumping legs, her swinging dagger, and not getting her ass kicked by a five hundred year old Illyrian warrior.
Gwyn landed hard enough to make her knees scream in protest.
“GET UP!” Azriel roared, his location hidden to her. Bastard, she thought privately. Cassian had warned Nesta, who in turn had warned Gwyn that Azriel was a hard bastard but she hadn’t believed them. Sure, he was demanding but she expected that. They’d worked privately before with daggers and he’d been reasonable enough.
But out here in the mountains, shielded from the other Illyrian warriors and his friends, Azriel was brutal. Miserable, too, not that she’d admit that. She could have walked away after her first failed attempt with him but part of her thought maybe she deserved this.
He ran her harder than anyone else. Even Cassian looked at her—and the other priestesses—with a mixture of pity and admiration. Sometimes Gwyn resented that. Everyone knew by virtue of where she chose to live, made worse by the fact that it had been the High Lords inner circle who’d found her that day. They all knew the very intimate details Gwyn would have preferred stayed locked away.
But if Azriel ever thought of them, he didn’t show it. And he never looked at her with anything but grim determination…and maybe a little disappointment. That was better than pity, though.
Anything was better than pity.
So Gwyn got up, just as Azriel demanded, and made her way toward the spelled dummies that would try and wound her. She bore bruises from the last session, though no gashes. She was ready this time, prepared to take on these enchanted warriors that had no wants other than to see her dead.
They could just get in line, she thought grimly. Reaching for the dagger strapped at her thigh, Gwyn ducked, narrowly avoiding a brutal slice along the cheek. It was muscle memory to jab just between the ribs, forcing her wrist up without twisting so hard she broke it.
“Good,” Azriel murmured from the shadows. High praise from him. “Again.”
Gwyn did, disabling the second, and then the third. It was the fourth that always stopped her. When Cassian had told them of the obstacle course, grinning proudly at his own ingenuity, he told them Rhys had spelled the phantom warriors to seem life-like. And though she knew the High Lord couldn’t possibly know and would have rearranged his enchantment if she’d ever told him so, that last warrior had the same eyes as the Hybernian soldier. The same shade of dark, depthless blue that Gwyn still saw when she closed her eyes. This was where she always failed and where she was going to fail again.
“KILL HIM!” Azriel yelled, clearly frustrated when she slowed. Gwyn couldn’t, though. She hesitated, lowering her weapon and like always, received a punishing blow to the gut.
This is what I deserve, she thought as that sword raised over her. Gwyn closed her eyes, prepared for the death blow that she knew wasn’t coming. Heavy boots landed just in front of her, and with a wave of his gloved hand, the enchanted warrior fell to the ground like a lifeless puppet.
Azriel turned, hazel eyes sharp. “What happened?” he demanded.
Wiping the sweat at her forehead, Gwyn ignored him when he tried to help her to her feet. “I’m not cut out for this,” she said defensively.
Azriel’s wings tightened against his back, blue siphons flashing a warning. He was irritated with her.
“You were making record time and then you stopped. Why?”
“Take me back,” she replied, refusing to look at him.
“Why, Gwyn?”
Resentment bloomed in her gut. Because I should have died that day—not Catrin. Because I’m here but I feel stuck, because my life was stolen and— “Take me back.”
He sighed loudly, though whatever he wanted to say remained leashed behind his teeth. Shadow enveloped them both—cool and reassuring, like lapping waves rising to meet the shore. Gwyn squeezed her eyes shut tight, grateful when she heard Azriel’s boots clipping over the roof.
“Get your shit together, Berdara,” Azriel grumbled, raking a hand through his hair. “If you don’t want to talk to me about it, talk to someone else or you’re never going to finish.”
“I’m a Carynthian, aren’t I?” she dared to say, safe beneath a dusky violet sky. “Maybe that’s enough.”
He turned, those eyes flashing like burning coals. “Luck—not skill,” he replied, his voice colder than the mountains they’d just come from. “Luck won’t always save you.”
Gwyn’s nostrils flared. She knew he was right, knew she, Nesta, and Emerie had survived because they’d had each other. Just as she knew there would come a time when they didn’t. And Gwyn knew all too well what it was like to be alone.
To be defenseless.
Azriel swallowed, throat bobbing ever so slightly. There—right there, she saw it. His hesitation, his concern. Something pulled in her chest, some muscle she was unfamiliar with. “Don’t,” she snapped, furious that of all the people she knew, he would dare. “You know it's hard.”
“Not for you,” he replied flatly. “You could get to the ropes if you wanted to.”
The pity was gone in his eyes, though the feeling in her chest was not. Gwyn wanted to rub at her chest to ease whatever was building though she kept her hands tightly coiled at her side. “I’ll get it.”
Azriel cocked his head for a moment, wind blowing against the blue black of his hair. “We’ll see.”
He turned, leaving her standing on the roof alone in favor of unfurling his mighty wings and taking off toward the Sidra. Gwyn didn’t watch him go, though she did wait to scream softly from behind her teeth, a wordless sound that didn’t help anything at all.
Gwyn didn’t know how to forget those eyes, and if she couldn’t forget, what did that mean for her? What did that say about the centuries of life stretched before her? Why couldn’t she kill him? Gwyn had thought of nothing else for so long, and now, confronted with the memory in a visceral way, Gwyn merely stood there waiting to die.
Just like before.
She turned for the door, intending to make her way to the library where she’d read until she was too exhausted to think. Her bones screamed in protest, aching from training that afternoon and obstacle course Azriel had spent the last hour running her through. Up the hilly mountainside, coatless in the cold, as she navigated a treacherous plank walk, moving targets, and steep drops that could kill her if she wasn’t careful.
And then lines and lines of warriors. Gwyn had never managed to get past the first line. Carythian meant nothing if she couldn’t fight. Azriel was right about that. Luck had saved her twice, but it wouldn’t save her again. She knew that like she knew herself.
Yanking open the door, Gwyn took a step, still uneasy from the building pressure in her chest. She took a breath, inhaling that feeling until it settled into something soft. She swallowed it whole, refusing to acknowledge it entirely.
She had other things to think about.
Present day:
“Berdara!” Cassian’s voice echoed over the rooftop, pulling Gwyn from her thoughts. She’d been half asleep in the middle of a cooldown. “Are you getting enough sleep?”
No. “Yes,” she lied, hating the way her cheeks burned from embarrassment. Beside her, Nesta glanced over curiously while Emerie mouthed, you okay?
“C’mon,” Cassian said, hands crossed over his chest. “Finish your leg.”
Yeah, yeah. Gwyn leaned forward, pressing her cheek to her knee to stretch out her aching, sore muscles. She’d been withdrawn lately and everyone had noticed. Across the training ring, she felt Azriel’s curious gaze puncturing her leathers though she didn’t look at him at all. Gone were the days when he gave her private lessons.
She’d walled herself off to him—to everyone, really. Even then, as Cassian dismissed them, Gwyn was quick to her feet in an effort to avoid Nesta and Emerie. That was easy enough when Cassian immediately intercepted his mate with a lopsided grin on his face. She could slip toward the door, quick as a shadow, and began the trek to the library.
“Gwyn!”
That was Emerie, though Gwyn could pretend she didn’t hear it when the door slammed shut. Again. This was easier, she lied, though in truth it took an immense amount of effort to smile at her friends only to dodge them later on.
Why keep going at all? Why not bow out and return to Merril full time? The priestess certainly would have appreciated Gwyn undivided attention and Gwyn could have slowly faded from her friend’s minds.
It was too painful to imagine not having Nesta and Emerie, and worse to admit that despite everything, she was still locked in the past. Trapped in a hell not of her own making, sealed in tight all the same. Nesta and Emerie were doing better, but Gwyn felt worse somehow in ways she couldn’t explain, not even to herself.
It was easier to just avoid it entirely, which meant avoiding her friends, too.
Gwyn made it back to the library in record time, ignoring the same curious looks she always got when she came in wearing the Illyrian leathers the High Lady had gifted her. An entire set, along with knives far nicer than anything Gwyn could have ever imagined.
For saving my sister, she’d written in looping, elegant script. Gwyn had them locked in a chest at the end of her bed, too pretty and priceless to use. Azriel had given her some cast-off, dinged up and battered that Gwyn still favored.
Like me, she thought as she closed herself behind the round, wooden door of her bedchamber. She took just one breath, back pressed to the wall, and then began pulling at the clasps of her clothes. For now, she left them in a heap on the obsidian floor, marching herself toward a standing mirror so she could survey the damage.
She wasn’t eating well again, evidenced by the lines from her ribcage visible just beneath her skin. Bruises dotted her flesh—some fading green while others were a fresh, vibrant violet. She took pleasure at the sight of them against her shoulder blades and spine.
Another breath took her to the blue robes she wore in the library. They fit, hanging just looser than she would have liked, but well enough. Gwyn ignored the evoking stone crumpled on her vanity, taunting her on a beam of buttery sunlight.
She made her way back to the door, thinking only of Merril and her research.
“Em,” she said when she pulled open the door to reveal the Illyrian female on the other side. “Hi.”
“You’re avoiding me. Us,” she added, though Nesta was nowhere to be seen. That was the only positive. If Nesta realized Gwyn was dodging them, she’d follow Gwyn around with that stubborn, single-minded determination of hers.
“I’m not—”
“Don’t,” Emerie replied, tucking her wings in tight. Not like Cassian and Azriel did in an effort to make themselves seem smaller and less threatening, but to help her fit through the rather low door without banging her already broken wings against the frame.
Gwyn stepped back, dress swishing around her legs as she went.
“What’s going on?” Emerie asked, the door clicking softly behind her. “You don’t come out to the mountains anymore. Nesta cleared it yesterday.”
Of course she did. Once, they’d wanted to revive the Valkyrie. Gwyn was supposed to be researching the ancient legion lost to Hybern but found the whole thing too personal, too close to home.
“Merril is running me ragged,” she said, which wasn’t entirely a lie. Emerie took a seat on the edge of Gwyn’s bed, crossing one leg over the other. “I’m too distracted to focus.”
And Azriel doesn’t like you anymore.
She shook that thought off, well aware it wasn’t true. And even if it was, Cassian still did. He would have taken her to the obstacle course if she’d asked him to, even without Nesta or Emerie. He’d have done so gladly, would have walked her through the entire thing.
“Come with me,” Emerie pleaded, leaning forward to grab Gwyn’s hand. “Please, Gwyn. None of this means anything if you go back to the library.”
“Of course it does,” she replied blithely, slapping what she hoped was a convincing smile on her face.
There was no lying to Emerie, though. She was too shrewd, too used to people looking her in the eye and telling her half-truths. Narrowing her pretty brown eyes, Emerie said, “I’ll send Nesta down.”
And Nesta would pick and pick and pick until Gwyn was nothing but open wounds and bleeding scars. Nesta knew how to get to the heart of someone with only a look, and needed no magic to see straight into Gwyn’s soul. She’d know…and Gwyn couldn’t stand to see any more pity.
“Okay,” she said, unable to hide how tired she was. “Is Cassian taking you?”
“Morrigan,” Emerie said, a curious blush staining her cheeks. “The High Lord has called Azriel and Cassian Velaris tonight and before you ask, no I don’t know why. Nesta didn’t either…you’d know that if you weren’t dodging us.”
“I—”
The look on Emerie’s face stilled the bubbling lie.
“Tonight, just before sunset,” Emerie said, rising from her place on Gwyn’s bed. “And…I know you don’t want to hear this, but you could tell us, you know.
Shame rose in Gwyn’s throat, a familiar sensation as of late. Disappointing her friends was new, though. Pushing them away would be a different sort of hell—a miserable hole she’d never dig herself out of.
“There is nothing to tell,” Gwyn whispered, unable to meet Emerie’s gaze. She heard her friend sigh, heard the whispering of her wings as she walked back to the door.
“I used to say the same thing, once.”
She was gone when Gwyn looked up, the door wide open. In the hall, all Gwyn saw were shadows blotting out the sunlight from the peaked windows at the very end. As she left, Gwyn was careful to avoid them entirely, fingers skimming the wood walls as she went.
Pieced together, step by step, Gwyn didn’t dare allow herself to turn and look behind her. Even when she felt those every present, curious eyes on her.
Keep moving.
AZRIEL:
Drumming his fingers against the wood, Azriel forced himself not to stand though he very much wanted to. All eyes on him, even when he would have preferred to be little more than shadow. That wasn’t possible with his brothers, both of whom were discussing the return of Morrigan. She was with Nesta up at the House of Wind, taking her and Emerie to the obstacle course rather than Cassian.
Azriel wanted to be anywhere but here. Rhys droned on, talking of this problem and that, all cloaking what he truly wished to say.
Are you well, brother?
Cassian, too, kept cutting sly glances his way. Azriel didn’t want to think about Morrigan, let alone speak about her. It was too complicated and Azriel didn’t do complicated. Too messy, too much still unsaid. Having her away had almost been a relief. Azriel could pretend, as he too often did, that there was nothing there at all.
Because there wasn’t. Mor had been making that abundantly clear for years. Centuries, even. And still Azriel couldn’t resist the pull toward her, certain it must be an unsnapped mating bond. He’d told himself a million times that she felt it too and it scared her enough to stay away, but somewhere around the time Feyre arrived, and then Nesta, and finally Elain, Azriel had begun to suspect it wasn’t a bond at all.
And if it wasn’t a bond, it meant there had never been anything between them at all. Only his own hopes, all pinned on one female who didn’t want him.
“Az?”
Rhys’s voice cut through his thoughts. Azriel glanced up at his brother, his friend, heart thudding in his throat, silently waiting for Rhys to repeat what he’d said.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes,” he lied. Rhys clocked him immediately, violet eyes pulling at the corners. Cassian rose from his seat in the study, striding toward the fireplace mantle just behind Azriel. Only his brothers could move around him like that, though it still made Azriel jumpy.
“So you’ll go, then?”
“Of course,” he replied evenly. That was his job—spying, gathering information, torturing when he needed to, stealing when he didn’t.
“If Mor can’t charm them, we’ll let Azriel do things his way,” Rhys said with a sharp toothed grin. “Though, I would like to have someone at court, if I could. Nesta, perhaps—”
“Not Nes,” Cassian interjected, his voice tight. “She’s training new priestesses.”
And Cassian couldn’t stand the thought of his new mate running off to Montessere with Azriel for the Cauldron knew how long. A pang of longing slammed against his ribs, burning colder than any hatred he’d ever felt. Azriel wanted what Cassian and Rhys had and was beginning to suspect he didn’t because he was wholly unworthy. The mother had looked around, taken stock of him, and decided he was the kind of creature that deserved to be alone.
“What about Elain?” Cassian continued, unaware of how stiff both Rhys and Azriel got. Azriel’s eyes flicked toward Rhys, hands braced against his neatly organized desk. Behind him, Feyre watched them all with imperious blue eyes, warning them not to give Rhys too much grief.
“No,” Azriel said, careful to keep his voice measured. Better to not let Cassian realize that was still a sore spot between he and Rhys. “She’s too…”
Rhys watched him, drumming his fingers along the desk just as Azriel had been doing only moments before. Azriel sighed. “She’s a distraction.”
That wasn’t a lie, at least. Elain wasn’t the spying type and was likely to shrink away when she realized what it would take to extract the information Rhys wanted. There was wisdom in installing someone at court, though—it gave him access to the palace itself, allowed him to move through the halls freely without skulking when everyone was asleep, and would legitimize him. Otherwise he’d be in trees and up in the clouds, constantly slipping about, hiding and stuffing himself into too-small nooks and crannies.
“Gwyn, then,” Cassian interrupted, his voice assured. Azriel twisted on the cream sofa, brows furrowed. Gwyn was all but checked out at training and last he’d heard, refusing to go back to the obstacle course. He gave her another month before she returned to the library full time, abandoning her quest to embody her Carynthian title.
She certainly had stopped seeking him out for help, and Azriel knew better than to offer it. Whatever was going on with her was none of his business which she’d made abundantly clear the last time they’d spoken.
“The priestess?” Rhys questioned, straightening his spine.
“She’s stealthy,” Cassian began, eyes bright. “A good fighter and unassuming. Sending Az to protect a priestess wouldn’t be unusual, either.”
“Mor was just there,” Rhys reminded them, though it was clear he was considering this absurd plan. “They’ll know we’ve changed tactics.”
“Mor was there as emissary. They said they wanted an exchange of knowledge. Who better to send than a priestess working in the High Lord’s library? She can say it’s a show of good faith, and since she’s not trained as a courtier, she’ll come off earnest rather than practiced like Nesta or Elain would.”
Rhys looked to Azriel, who shook his head. “She’s too unpracticed and I don’t have time to babysit her.”
Cassian scoffed, walking away from the crackling fire toward the set of chairs on the opposite end of the coffee table. “Then call Lucien.”
Azriel’s lip curled over his teeth. Looking up at Rhys, he waited for the High Lord to tell Cassian that was an awful plan. Lucien was their emissary to the humans and if anyone was a court trained bastard, it was Vanserra.
“Not everything needs to be a suicide mission, Az,” Rhys began, sensing Azriel’s rising temper. “And I want someone at court. So you can take the priestess or I suppose we could call Vanserra and send him with you.”
“Are those my only options?” Azriel demanded, flaring his nostrils as he attempted to leash his anger.
Rhys ran his tongue over his teeth. “For now.”
Fuck.
“Gwyn, then,” Azriel said through gritted teeth. She was tolerable, at least. Better than tolerable when she wanted to be and more importantly, unrelated to a Vanserra. “If you don’t trust me to do this on my own.”
“Of course I do,” Rhys replied evenly, refusing to take the bait. “The situation is delicate—if we’re caught, they’ll turn their backs to us completely. I want to know everything. If Beron has made them promises, if they’re thinking of aligning with Koschei…if they even know of Koschei.”
“It’ll be good for her,” Cassian added softly, letting his concern show over his features. “All Nesta talks about is how withdrawn Gwyn has become.”
“Assuming she even agrees,” Azriel replied indifferently. Rhys’s plan hinged on one of his traumatized priestesses agreeing to fly across the continent with a male she just barely trusted. Gwyn would say no, Azriel would return to Rhys and—
“If she doesn’t agree, Vanserra will go,” Rhys interrupted, reading Azriel’s thoughts plainly. “And the two of you will have to work together.”
“We’ll kill each other,” Azriel replied, rising to his feet. “If I don’t kill him first.”
“Why do you hate him?” Cassian asked.
Azriel didn’t dare reveal the real reason. Didn’t dare admit he hated Lucien not because he was part of Beron’s brood, or for what he’d allowed to happen to Feyre or even how he’d supported Tamlin all those years—but because a Vanserra was somehow worthier than Azriel. Lucien had a mate.
Lucien.
And if Vanserra’s could be granted mates but not Azriel, it meant everything his father had ever said about him was true. Everything Rhys’s father had believed about him—true.
And every private insecurity he held was true, too.
Rhys knew it. Without peering into his mind, Rhys somehow still knew. And Azriel resented his friend for knowing this thing, even if Rhys had never once used it against him, or even mentioned it at all.
“What reason do I need to hate a Vanserra?” Azriel replied, turning his back on them both. Cassian sucked in a breath while Rhys chuckled—the sentiment was well-echoed. Lucien was allowed because Feyre loved him and Elain hadn’t broken their bond. He was useful, a tool and little else and Azriel was looking forward to the day Elain did break the bond, if only to see him suffer as Azriel did.
“You’ll have this conversation with Gwyn?” he asked, halting at the door. It would be better coming from Rhys or Cassian than Azriel, who didn’t know how to approach her without making it seem like he was trying to kidnap her.
“I will,” Rhys murmured, his eyes flickering with what looked like pity. Gwyn would hate that. Azriel hated it on her behalf, too. He nearly told his friend to wipe that look off his face, to keep the guilt from sounding in his voice. Rhys would figure it out, though, and Azriel truly didn’t have the capacity for that conversation.
Not when Elain Archeron breezed down the hall in a loose, lilac dress. Scenting of lavender and honey and something that made his insides slick with shame—the mating bond, the same he could scent whenever Nesta or Feyre were around.
Not that it mattered. Elain refused to acknowledge him at all, pathetically petty even if it was deserved. He disliked her cold shoulder, how she kept her eyes firmly ahead, arms filled with pretty pink hydrangeas she’d arrange for Feyre’s dining table.
He stood there, ignoring Cassian and Rhys’s chatter behind him, waiting for her to pass. Even though she refused to look, he still inclined his head as a show of respect. Whatever might have happened between them had always been doomed from the start. Azriel had known it and hadn’t cared—he knew he was just as much a distraction to her and she was to him.
Pink bloomed over her cheeks, though whether that was embarrassment or shame, Azriel didn’t know. Didn’t care to figure out, either. He waited until she vanished around a corner, a door slamming just a little too loudly, before he made his way behind her.
Azriel slipped into the darkness, careful not to make a sound. He could still hear Cassian and Rhys talking softly, their voices a low hum in the back of his skull. In front of him, the city was a symphony of sound, illuminated by the twinkling stars overhead and floating fae lights. Velaris was alive, waking with the setting sun but Azriel was still a phantom, hidden in the dark.
Just as he’d always been.
Flaring his wings, he made his way toward the House of Wind where he’d try–and fail—to sleep. Maybe he’d run the obstacle course himself, venting his frustrations until he was too exhausted to stand. Azriel landed on the roof just as the thought occurred to him that he might drink himself into oblivion. It wasn’t his favorite, though it got the job done.
Maybe vent his frustrations into a willing, warm body. He twisted, looking back at the dotted lights of Velaris when— “Az?”
Fuck fuck fuck.
Azriel turned, heart racing at the sight of Morrigan. He hadn’t spotted her—had been too distracted. He could scent sweat, and the smells of Nesta and Gwyn still lingering in the air. Mor must have just brought them back.
He dipped his chin, unsure what to say. That had sent Elain scurrying away—perhaps Mor would leave, too. She certainly seemed like she wanted to, brown eyes apprehensive as she watched him. She wore a nice pair of dark pants, her white shirt tucked in neatly, and though there was a blade strapped against her back and her blonde hair was half falling from a braid, she was still stunning.
And not his. Never his.
“Do you live up here now?” she asked when the silence stretched thinly between them.
“Yes,” he admitted.
“Silence finally got to you, huh?” she teased, offering him a half smile. Azriel couldn’t return it because that would make him too hopeful. He shrugged, turning back to Velaris though he knew now he couldn’t leave. Not until she did, at any rate. And then…and then.
She took a cautious step toward him. “Az, I—”
“You don’t—” he swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a moment as he worked to compose himself. “You don’t have to say anything.”
She came closer, still. “Will you take me back?” she asked him and Azriel, stupid and foolish, couldn’t tell her no. Mor came within touching distance for the first time in years, the sweet, soft scent of her washing over him.
He kept himself rigid as she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing himself to wrap one arm around her waist before he kicked off into the sky. There was nothing but cool air here, and the warmth of Mor’s body pressed against his own.
“We were friends, once,” she murmured as Azriel soared overhead, taking a roundabout way so she could say whatever it was she so clearly needed to say. “What happened to us?”
I’m in love with you and I can’t let it go. You don’t love me and you never will.
He didn’t respond, choosing to just hold her for what he knew would be the last time. When he set her back to the ground, it would all be over and Azriel would have to move on somehow. To continue would be a betrayal of their family, would destroy them all. In a way, Azriel was suddenly grateful for some space to untangle his messy emotions.
“Is there someone else?” he finally forced himself to say. To just admit that he wanted her, even if it went against every instinct in his body.
“Yes,” she replied, fingers brushing beneath his chin so he had to look at her. “And if I ever could have loved a male, it would have been you.”
Azriel blinked. “What…?” She’d had male lovers before—many, by his recollection. Helion, Cassian, several Summer courtiers, that male from Dawn…
Mor swallowed. “You know how my father is,” she forced herself to say, eyes jewel bright. “I think, even now, I’m scared to disappoint him. To admit what I really want. Who I want. And even though Rhys would shield me, that fear is potent and pretending is easier, even if it costs me you. I want you to be happy, Az. And I could never make you happy, just like you couldn’t make me happy. You like females…and so do I.”
“Oh,” he breathed, the air leaving him in a rush. Five centuries of questions were suddenly answered. Mor’s lips ghosted over his jaw, feather soft and sweet, just like he’d always imagined. It didn’t lessen the pain, nor did it erase the love he felt for her. But it did explain her avoidance, her caution, her unwillingness to get close.
“You ah…” Fuck, he didn’t know what to say. “You never needed to hide that from me. From us,” he added hastily.
Mor turned to look out at the city they were fast approaching. “We all have our secrets. Right, Az?”
He began to descend, the muscles in his back flexing from the effort to keep himself slow. He wanted to drag this moment out, to stretch the intimacy between them for another moment.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he promised her, boots touching the cobblestone streets before her own did. Mor slipped from his grip, shaking out her hands nervously until he reached for her face. She didn’t shy away this time, nor did she flinch as she’d done so often in the past. There was a new understanding between them, a different sort of thread. It wasn’t, he supposed, that he was unworthy of her.
Just that she couldn’t love him the way he’d loved her. The thought eased the ache in chest, though only marginally. She’d never be his mate. He could move on if he wanted. Find someone else.
If he wanted.
Brushing his thumb over her cheek, Azriel lowered his face like he’d so often dreamed of, and gave her the same soft kiss against her cheek. “You deserve to be happy,” he whispered so softly only she could hear. “I want that for you.”
Her eyes seemed to burn like the stars above them. Lovely, lively Mor. His Mor, though not how he’d imagined. But his friend, all the same—and the only person she’d entrusted with this secret.
“Thank you, Az. You deserve that, too. I know you’re going to find it.”
He forced a strained smile, dipping his head in agreement. She stepped out of his embrace, turning for the city.
“Join me at Rita’s?” she asked hopefully.
Azriel didn’t look behind him. He still had one night of freedom. He could still drink himself into oblivion.
“Let’s go.”
#gwynriel#i just miss writing a canon compliant fic i think#but ive done a million elucien ones like what is left to say?#time to change tactics#anyway if you see a typo no you dont#MB writing long fics god who IS she?#a dumb bitch thats who
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THE FIVE TIMES YOU KNEW: 2016 PART TWO
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feels good to finally have a part two out. this is a story that I really want to see through so although updates may be few and far between its a universe that im always thinking of and I hope you enjoy even after waiting weeks! months! years! truly thank you for reading anything I write this is just for fun!
Harry was a mess.
His mom called him in the middle of the night. He was sleeping and didn’t hear it. He wondered what he would’ve done if he had been up, instead of waking up to 3 missed calls and a text from his sister telling to call when he wakes up. Harry immediately had a pit in his stomach. He had a dream about this very thing happening. It was more of a recurring nightmare as he spent more time away from his family. There would be an emergency of some kind and he would be unable to work around his demanding schedule and make sure he was able to make it back home. The dreams were at their worst while Harry was in the band. Now, he knew he was in a better position - Jeff would move mountains to get Harry to where he wanted to be. And right now, he needed to get to Brooklyn.
He was out of bed and in the car in record time. Opting for a pair of gray sweats and one of the first hoodies he could find. It was very early, the smog was still covering the sky, the usual LA traffic was nonexistent. It was 7:12 when Harry got to Brooklyn’s apartment. Harry took a few deep breaths before heading to her front door. He didn’t let her know he was on the way but he almost needed this version of events to happen. Harry knew that at any moment his mom would be calling him up again and he needed someone else there with him.
Harry walked up those steps a little amused at the situation before knocking on the door in quick succession. He heard a faint ‘who is it?” and moments later Brooklyn opened her door.
“Harry? Are you alright, why are you up so early?” She asked. She was wearing a t-shirt that cut her at the middle of her thighs with just underwear underneath, so he hoped. He knew she definitely wasn’t expecting to see him just from that alone.
“I… I had this bad feeling and woke up to a missed call and a few texts from my mum and my sister and I just knew that I shouldn’t be alone.” Harry knew about the doctors appointments and different tests that were being run back home and he buried himself with work to occupy his time.
Brooklyn moved over to open the door wider and let Harry in before going in to hug him. Harry's body perfectly engulfed Brooklyn. He needed this. The familiar feeling of her and her apartment and the way his anxieties seem to disappear whenever he’s around her. Harry takes in the look of her apartment as the early morning sun beams in through the curtains. Brooklyn’s house was cozy and lived in, the closest thing he’s been able to find as ‘home’ since he’s been in LA. She has pictures of her family and friends, her favorite artwork littered around the walls, trinkets on most surfaces, there’s color and life in this place. A stark difference to the usual ‘modern’ homes he’s used to with beiges and creams.
“Do you want coffee?” Brooklyn asks, pulling Harry out of his mind. “I was just up to make a cup before I heard the door.”
“Uhm… yes, please. Al-”
“Almond milk and two sugars. I remember,” Brooklyn interrupts before he could finish letting her know his order. He would be lying to himself if that moment didn’t mean something to him. “You’re the best.” Harry says before taking a seat on the couch as Brooklyn went to the kitchen. He took his phone out, took a deep breath and called his mom back.
Harry was in the living room looking tense on the phone, Brooklyn could hear the familiar Northern Accent of his mother, she is yet to meet the woman but has been present for many phone calls. Brooklyn had the two coffees in her hand and put them on the coffee table as she sat next to Harry and waited for him to be done on the phone. She tried her hardest to not pay any mind to the conversation, paying close attention to his reactions on the phone. The way Harry was playing with his knuckles, moving his hair from one side to the other. The nervousness that he shared, he got off the phone, saying his goodbyes and love you’s to his mom, he took a deep breath and kept his eyes down on the ground shuffling around in his seat. Brooklyn could feel his nervous energy afraid of what he was going to share with her from that phone call but she knew it wasn’t her place to ask. But when his eyes met Brooklyn’s, the soft greens meeting her deep brown, he broke his silence.
“It’s Robin… he’s sick.”
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Harry was staying at Brooklyn’s for over a week now. The first night he went back to his place to get a bag of clothes and immediately turned back around to go to hers. He was trying to figure out what to do. Obviously, there was only so much that he could do but support his family through it all. Brooklyn quickly became his confidant. The friendship that they were building went through its first hardship. Harry was in LA to work on his solo album before he had to move back to Europe to begin filming Dunkirk. He wanted to immediately get on the first flight home but Brooklyn with the help of Jefff was the one to talk him out of it. After a week of doing nothing but working out and trying to write all of his ideas on paper. Harry was finally ready to get back to the studio.
They were playing their own version of ‘house’ she was staying in her room and made him sleep on the sofa. He was adamant that he still wanted to stay over on the third night, Brooklyn invited Harry into her room.
“Do you want to sleep in mine?” She asked just as they were finishing dinner. They ordered takeout from their favorite Italian restaurant.
“What?” Harry was almost taken aback by her question. They’ve never done that. Not platonically or ever romantically.
“I’m asking you, if you want to sleep in my room?” Brooklyn spoke again with a sense of calm in her voice. She could feel the fire hot blush creep up through her body as she repeated her sentence.
“And where will you sleep?” Harry quirked a brow.
“In my bed?” She repeated herself. She knew what he was getting at. Always being one to never not be in the mood to be a little cheeky.
“Is this your sly way of finally asking me to come to bed with you?”
“To sleep.” Brooklyn scoffed at him finishing his sentence for him.
“In your bed?” Harry poked again.
“Yes.” She said firmly.
“With you?” Harry was laughing again. Brooklyn threw her hand towel at his chest. Harry successfully pushed her buttons. He felt light for the first time.
“I’m going to bed. If you want to come with you can come. If you’re just going to make innuendos you can stay on the couch. Good night.”
Brooklyn stood up from her chair and began walking up the stairs towards her bedroom. She was wearing her usual clothes to bed: a baggy tee and sleep shorts. Harry waits a beat before following her up the steps trying his hardest not just to run up there. He respects her and their friendship too much to do more than just the flirty banter. He loves getting a rise out of her - the face she would make when she’s annoyed at him. Her big brown eyes rolling at him would cause her nose to scrunch but he could still see that smile that she was trying so hard to hide.
He was still in that fog from the news about Robin. Everyday was spent thinking about how he was going to be off on a movie set soon and not be able to easily be there for his family. He was only in LA for another week and a half before he had to get back to London for a photoshoot and then straight into prep for Dunkirk. It was going to be intense. Emotional. Devastating at times, but right now, he was okay - more than.
With the comfort of Brooklyn.
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“Do you think you two would ever?” Callie asked before taking an exaggerated sip of her drink. They were out to lunch and Brooklyn was always hyper aware of the eavesdroppers around them to the point that it almost felt like they were speaking in codes.
“No. I’ve compartmentalized those feelings they’re kind of not there anymore.”
“Kind of not there?” Callie laughed, “You’ve shared a bed for the last two weeks and he’s been living at yours for almost a month, I think the feelings are very much still there.”
Brooklyn rolled her eyes - this was a conversation the two friends have had ever since Harry came into their lives. Brooklyn knows it's because she admitted to her friends that she had a crush on him early on but what girl in her early 20’s around the world doesn’t? But the more their friendship grew the more she pushed those feelings to the side. “Boys and girls can be just friends, Callie. Plus he’s having a really hard time so he’s staying at mine. That’s what friends do.”
“Whatever you say”
“Cmon just tell me what you’re thinking.,,”
“Maybe you should ask yourself why he, with so many friends in this city, went to your house first. And decided to stay there. During a time where he has a lot going on.” Callie reached her hand across the table for yours, “Look Brooklyn, I don’t want you to get in too deep and get hurt, again, because you aren’t being true to your feelings. It’s okay if you like him - you just have to let yourself tell him.”
Brooklyn let her friends' words resonate. She didn’t say much else after that regarding the topic of Harry quickly changing the subject back to work and Callie’s friend drama that didn’t involve her. She knew she would have to confront her feelings at some point. Was it really that weird that Harry decided to come to her first and not Jeff or Ben or any of the other guys in LA he’s known for a lot longer? We were still friends and nothing happened between us even when we were in the same bed. She was just being a good friend.
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They were cuddling.
In the middle of the night their bodies moved closer and now they were tangled up together. Their legs intertwined as Brooklyn’s head rested on Harry’s arm like a pillow. This was different. She felt at ease the sounds of Harry’s breathing lulling her back to sleep. The warmth of their bodies proximity to one another. It felt right in a way. So, Brooklyn let herself fall back asleep, the early morning sun just peaking in as she dozed back to bed. It wasn’t until she felt Harry shifting next to her that her eyes slowly opened again. She thought about this exact scenario multiple times embarrassingly enough. And maybe it was the conversation she had with Callie yesterday or the reality of everything hitting her in the moment of them actually doing something that goes beyond the platonic friendship line but she was sure that if Harry asked her to do it again, she would in a heartbeat.
“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked in his low tone the sleep still evident in his raspy voice.
“How long have you been watching me?” Brooklyn looked up at him to meet his gaze. Harry was sitting up on the bed, his back against the bed frame.
“I’ve only just woken up.”
“You look rather comfy for someone who just woke up… you’ve been staring at me for hours.” Brooklyn jokes as she stretches her arms out for a yawn. Her eyes meet the clock to see that it’s a little past 9. “Shit. I’m going to be late. I promised Callie I’d help her in the morning. Did you turn my alarm off?” Brooklyn almost jolted out of bed looking for her and should’ve been plugged in right next to her. “Harry, where’s my phone?”
Brooklyn looks up at him waiting for him to start shuffling around the bed to find the phone but he’s not moving a mischievous grin on his face as he quickly showed the phone that he had in his hand was actually hers.
“Harry… give me that back!” Brooklyn tried to wrestle the phone out of his grip. But Harry was quick, doding Brooklyn’s attempts with a playful smirk on his face.
As they tussled for control of the phone, laughter filled the room. It had been a long time since they had goofed around like this, just the two of them. But as the playfulness faded, Brooklyn and Harry found themselves in a surprisingly intimate position, their faces inches apart.
Suddenly realizing the closeness of their bodies, Brooklyn and Harry pulled away awkwardly, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Harry cleared his throat and quickly got out of bed, “Erm… I’ll go make some coffee?” Harry said trying to break the tension between them.
As Harry left the room, Brooklyn sat there, feeling confused and a little disoriented. She couldn't deny the strange fluttering sensation in her stomach at their close proximity, and she wondered if there was more to their friendship than either of them had ever realized. The conversation with Callie coming to the forefront of her mind.
But for now, Brooklyn pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on Harry's offer of coffee. As she heard the sound of the coffee machine whirring in the kitchen, Brooklyn couldn't help but smile, knowing that no matter what happened, she always had Harry by her side.
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Harry was on his way to his first studio day since he got the news. There was a song that was nagging at him over the last couple of weeks that he couldn’t wait to flush out with the boys. He tapped his fingers along the steering wheel to the familiar tune that’s been haunting him for day, lyrics echoing in his head like a broken record. As he made his way to the studio, the melody grew louder, almost drowning out the sounds of the bustling city around him. It wasn't until he sat down at his keyboard, fingers poised to start composing, that he realized the source of the song.
"Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues," he whispered to himself, the words finally making sense. It was as if a light had been switched on in his mind, illuminating the inspiration behind the melody that had been plaguing him all morning. Harry closed his eyes, letting the music flow through him, each note a reflection of the emotions swirling inside him.
As he began to write, the words poured out effortlessly, each line a tribute to the girl who had unknowingly saved him over the last few weeks, Brooklyn, with her kind eyes and gentle smile, had been a beacon of hope in his darkest moments. It all came spilling out of him.
And as the song took shape, Harry knew that this was more than just a melody - it was a tribute to the power of love and connection, a reminder that even in the emptiest of avenues, there was always someone willing to light the way.
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Ma'am
Pairing: Sheriff!Levi x Fem!Reader
Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, sheriff Levi, falling in love, confessions, country life, flirting, mutual pinning.
Concept: As sheriff of a small town, Levi introduces himself to every new person moving in. Levi gets a bit flustered by the new resident, you. Levi thinks you'll be a simple addition to the town but doesn't think much about his simple crush. However, he keeps getting calls about you and from you. Each time you get closer and attraction is admitted after joking around.
Tag list: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn
Levi gripped the wheel as he drove slowly through town. He was bored with hardly any trouble. The town was perfect, truly perfect and mayor Erwin kept the place running smoothly as Levi enforces the law.
He released a long sigh as he drove past the beautiful views of the mountains and lake. He loved this town and how welcoming it was. He moved here with his mother to give her a better life. It was truly perfect with almost no crimes. He was happy.
Levi was on his way to see a new resident in town. Whenever someone new moves in, Levi would introduce himself and hand over his number on his card. He would have done it with Erwin, but he was busy that day. So, as fate would have it Levi was meeting the new person by himself.
He pulled up in his car and got out into the warm summer sun. He reached into his vehicle and grabbed his cowboy hat and placed it on his head. He slammed the door closed and caught his reflection. He had aviators on that framed his handsome face. His smart tan shirt was tight across his chest and his badge pinned to it stood proudly.
He turned in his boots and looked down to check they were still shiny. He flexed in his tight trousers, the fabric clinging to his thick thighs and bubble butt. He adjusted his belt before walking towards the white wooden garden gate. He opened it and stepped into the simple and pretty garden with bees buzzing happily.
He glanced up at the wooden home to see it was clean and simple on the outside with a cute blue waited on the wood. He froze when the front door opened and the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen walked out onto the deck with a tray of drinks. He watched the summer dress flow around such a beautiful body.
You placed a tray down on the small table and went to sit in your comfy swing seat, but noticed a man standing in your front garden. Your heart skipped a beat as you gazed at the sheriff. Your eyes dragged over his body, his uniform was tight and showed off how much muscle he had. The short sleeves allowed you to see his bulging biceps.
You smiled and waved shyly at him to see if you could get a reaction.
Levi flinched at your adorable wave. Your sweet wave had woken him up. He moved closer to you and pulled his glasses off so he could look you in the eyes. "Afternoon, ma'am. I'm sheriff Levi Ackerman." He blushed as he stared at you. "I was supposed to meet you with the mayor, but I was busy."
You smiled brightly. "Well, it's lovely to meet you." You gave your name as you walked over to him. You offered your hand. "I hope I don't see you much."
He shook your hand and felt sad. "Oh."
You laughed. "Well, if I need you it means there's trouble, right?"
He blushed when he realised what you were joking about. "Oh, you're right. Well, I hope you don't cause trouble."
"Can't promise that." You giggled as he smiled a little. "Can I get you a drink? I'm have tea."
Levi eyed your cute tea set with delicate flowers on the white paint. "If you're offering."
You returned to your tea things and poured Levi a cup. "Come join me" you gazed at him "unless you have other things to do?"
Levi climbed up onto your decking and strolled over to you. "No ma'am. I would like to join you."
You hummed a laugh. "Good!"
Levi listened to the radio call as worry filled him. He grabbed the walkie in his car and pressed the button to reply. "Ten-four, I'll go over to the home now and do a welfare check." He put the radio back and released a long sigh.
Levi had you on the brain, he always had you on the brain. He had enjoyed having a drink with you the other day. You both talked for hours and found you had a lot in common. Levi remembered how you moved on the swing together and it felt like you were a married couple of many years. He saw himself living with you, loving you and growing old with you.
He pulled up to your home and felt a flutter in his chest. He felt as if he was coming home.
He slipped out of his car and noticed a house light was on. He turned on his flashlight and searched the outside of the home. Your neighbours had called saying you were on your roof at 3am. Levi was worried about you and came quicker than he normally would to a call.
He blushed when he saw you climb out your window and walk onto a small safe roof with a few things. He shined his light up and saw a telescope, snacks, blankets and cushions. He frowned a little and felt confused why you weren't in your garden.
You winced at the bright light of the flashlight. You turned and noticed Levi's car. You waved to Levi and grinned. "Evening sheriff."
He moved closer and placed his hands on his hips. "Ma'am, what in the world are you doing?"
"Looking at Mars."
He stared at you for a while before speaking. "I ain't gonna question it. You know, it's pretty dangerous up there. Your neighbours are worried."
You smiled. "Then maybe I need someone from the sheriff's department to look after me." You held up a cup. "I have tea."
Levi released a long sigh. "Your door open?"
"Sure is. Come on up!"
Levi shook his head with a slight smile. He walked into your home and admired how cosy and welcoming it was. He slipped his boots off and placed them next to your shoes causing him to blush. He climbed the stairs and finally reached the spare room with the window you were using.
You grinned when Levi climbed out and joined you. "I know you're wondering why I'm not in the garden, but honestly I get a better view from here."
Levi hummed in response before grabbing the end of the telescope and looking through it. "Fuck, this is incredible."
You leaned closer causing both your hearts to race. "Right?"
Levi turned his head and gazed into your bright eyes. He flicked his gaze to your lips and felt a tingling inside him. "Truly beautiful."
You blushed a little. "Yeah..."
He cleared his throat. "I was promised tea."
You giggled and handed him a cup. "Enjoy."
Levi relaxed next to you and looked up at the stars. "You know, I've never stopped to look at the stars."
You smiled softly. "Well, you're more than welcome to come over and enjoy."
He looked over at you as his heart raced. "I'd like that."
Levi grumbled as he climbed out of his car and walked to your home. He had yet another call from a neighbour about you. He wasn't mad at you, he was mad at how annoying your neighbours were. Levi liked seeing how you lived your life very free.
He walked into your home and kept going until he was in your garden. He blushed bright red as he saw you bent over in small shorts with thigh-high socks. He cleared his throat making you jump a little.
Levi clicked his next and shuffled a little. "Ma'am, I've had a call about you." He stared at you as you turned around holding a raccoon in your arms. "What in the fuck?"
You gulped hard. "I know, I know, my neighbours are moaning about this but I can assure you that Reggie is a good boy."
Levi stared at the little raccoon. "He looks like he's healing."
You walked over to Levi. "I found him abandoned and hurt. So, I nursed him back to health. Please don't take him away from me."
He reached over and fussed the little raccoon. "I know you mean well, but he needs proper care." He looked up to see your pleading gaze. "You can come with me in my car. I'll take you to our local vet, Jean will take him in and care for him."
You released a sad sigh. "Okay."
Levi walked with you. "At least you know he's safe."
"What if he misses me?"
Levi chuckled. "I'm sure he will. You're a wonderful person and I miss you often."
You blushed. "You do?"
Levi realised what he'd said out loud. His cheeks burned as a tingle ran through him. "Y-Yes."
You smiled softly. "I miss you too."
Levi helped you into the car. "Good."
You shuffled in your seat. "I've never been in a cop car before."
He drove off and sighed. "It's technically not a cop car."
"You used to be a cop, sorry detective."
He smiled a little. He was happy you remembered things about him, he felt important to you. "So, you've never been in trouble with the law?"
"Nope."
"So, you've never committed a crime."
You smirked. "Never said that. I said I've never been in a cop car."
Levi chuckled making your heart skip. He glanced over at you and Reggie. "I'll have to keep a close eye on a criminal like you."
You giggled. "You better."
Levi leaned back in his chair at the office. He was tired and it was the night shift he was stuck on. He released a big yawn before looking at his phone and wishing you'd text him. You and him had been in contact often and your friendship was strong.
Levi and you had gotten to know each other and had been close for two months. He wished it was more than friendship. He wanted so badly to be with you. He wanted to call you his. He wanted to shower you with love and affection.
He jumped when your name popped up on his phone, it was as if he was willing you to contact him. He tapped to answer and brought the phone close. He said your name with a smile on his face.
You gasped a little. "Levi? Levi are you on duty?"
Levi frowned at the tension in your voice. "What's wrong?"
You whimpered a little. "I think someone is in my house. I'm outside at the moment. I'm too scared to go back. I saw someone. I swear to you Levi."
Levi launched out of his seat and raced for the door. "I'm on my way. I'll be with you in a few minutes. Hold on, okay?"
You whined. "I will. I just...it might not be anything, but I just...I'm not used to this town life yet. I'm from places where you had to lock your door."
He climbed into his car as he listened to your terrified voice. "I understand. I too am from a terribly violent place to this nice calm town." He placed his phone on the seat next to him and sped through town to your home on the edge. "Did you see who it was? Was it a man or woman?"
"I-I um...I think it was a man."
Levi saw he was close. "All right, I'm almost there. Can you see me?"
You hurried to the road and waved. "Yes! Oh, thank goodness."
Levi pulled up and climbed out of the car. "I'm here."
You dove into Levi's arms and held him making him blush. "I was so scared."
Levi tingled all over. You holding him felt so right to him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you. "I'm here now. I'll look after you."
You sniffed a little before pulling back. "I'll show you where I saw them." You walked with him to your home and stopped. You hugged his arm tightly. "S-Sorry, I'm s-scared."
Levi hugged you close. "I'll go in first. Tell me where they were."
"I-I was in my bathroom." You shivered. "I was going to go f-for a shower. Th-then I saw someone i-in my bedroom."
He pulled his gun off his hip. "I'll go in. Go wait by my car."
"B-But."
"Go."
You gripped the shirt on his back. "Don't leave me."
He sighed. "Stay behind me."
You nodded and stayed holding on. You reached over as you passed the kitchen and grabbed a pan. "Just in case."
Levi smiled a little. "I have a gun."
"And I have a pan."
He chuckled and led you upstairs slowly. He moved down the hall as his heart raced. He pulled his gun out and slowly pushed your door open. He blushed at seeing your bed and your night clothes ready for you to change into on your bed. He pulled his eyes away and focused on the task at hand.
Levi moved around the room and checked under the bed and in the bathroom before moving to the closet. He slammed the door open making two teen boys scream. Levi sighed and lowered his gun as he stared at them.
You looked around Levi and pouted. "You little perverts!"
Levi grabbed the tops of their ears and yanked them out of the closet. "Tch, what in the world are you two doing spying on this woman?"
One whined. "We saw her in her soap shop! Everyone was saying she was hot. We were dared to see her undress."
The other whimpered. "Please don't arrest us! We're sorry!"
Levi growled. "You're little peeping perverts, that's what you are. I'm going to tell your parents about this." He pulled his phone out and dialled. "You have a lot to answer for."
You hugged the pan to your chest as you watched Levi deal with the teens. You followed Levi out of the house and saw him hand the teens over to their parents. You smiled and accepted the apologies and then giggled when Levi told them the punishment was lots of community service and a letter to you saying sorry and how they should respect women more.
You waved to the parents as they left you alone with Levi. "Thank you for coming."
Levi sighed. "Sorry it was two horny teens."
You hummed a laugh. "I'm glad it wasn't something worse." You gulped hard. "Could...could you stay with me?" You reached over and took his hand. You lowered your head and whined. "I just...I know it was teens, but I'm shaken."
Levi gulped hard. "I uh...I'm happy to stay."
"I'm sorry, I'm asking a lot."
"No, no. I want to stay."
You smiled softly at Levi. "Thanks."
He thumbed to his car. "I'll get my bag. I have spare clothes on me always. I'll be inside in a bit. Could I use your shower?"
You nodded. "You're welcome to anything in my home."
"Thanks."
Levi grabbed his bag before hurrying inside. He locked up your doors before going to your spare room. He enjoyed a nice hot shower and used your wonderful shampoos and soaps. After he was done he wished you a goodnight before climbing into his bed.
He lay there for a while before there was a soft knock on his door. He sat up and ruffled his hair. "Yeah?"
You opened the door with a strong blush. "I'm scared of my room."
Levi slipped out of bed and walked over to you. "I'll check it for you."
You welled up. "I feel so silly."
He wiped your tears away. "You're not silly. You went through something scary, okay?" He put his arm around you. "I would be scared too."
You walked with Levi to your room. "You're too kind."
"I wouldn't say that. It's just, I care about you." He checked around your room as you blushed at his words. "Nothing here."
"Thank you."
He walked over to you as you sat in bed. "Do you want me to stay with you?"
You blushed when you saw Levi's blush. "U-Um...yes. I-If you don't mind."
He shook his head. "N-No." He climbed into bed and lay there. "Night."
You rolled onto your side and smiled at Levi. "Night."
Levi gazed at you with a soft smile on his face as you slept. He reached over and lightly touched your cheek. He rolled onto his side and fell asleep slowly. He released a sigh and drifted off into a deep sleep. That night Levi had beautiful dreams of you and him.
Levi walked towards your home and saw you smiling at him. He released a long sigh and shook his head. "Ma'am I'm beginning to think you're causing trouble on purpose."
You grinned at him. "You know, I think it's odd."
"What?"
You stepped to the side and let him into your front garden. "That whenever I call your department you show up. I'm beginning to think you're showing up just to be with me, that all this is an excuse."
Levi took his hat off and pushed back his raven locks. "W-Well, m-maybe it is. M-Maybe I want t-to be around you. M-Maybe I have feelings for you. M-Maybe I have fallen for you. I-I just d-don't know how to s-say it. I mean, how could a woman like you like a g-guy like me? You're incredible and I'm...I'm nothing."
Your eyes widened. "Levi, you're perfect." You walked closer and took his hand. "I adore you as well. I admit I was causing trouble so you'd come over." You smiled at Levi as you squeezed his hands. "I really like you too. I want to be with you. When I'm with you, I feel so safe and at home."
Levi smiled. "Well then, ma'am, I would like to be your boyfriend."
You grinned. "I accept."
He held your chin. "May I kiss you?"
You nodded and tilted your head. "I've been waiting for you to ask."
Levi leaned closer and captured your lips. He hummed in happiness at finally kissing you after all this time. He ran his hands up your body and pulled you close. He held you close against him as you both moaned in delight. Your bodies tingled at finally being together. You both felt complete.
You pulled from Levi's lips. "I hate to break this romantic moment, but I did call you over for a reason."
Levi lightly kissed your lips. "Do tell."
"There's a horse in my kitchen."
Levi paused a moment, his lips ghosting your own. "Come again?"
You giggled. "There's a horse in my kitchen."
He pulled back a bit. "And here I thought you wanted me."
"Oh, I want you. I really want you, but there is an actual horse in my kitchen."
He chuckled. "I'll get rid of it."
You followed him. "After you do, could you stay?"
"You scared or horses?"
You giggled. "No, I just want you to stay. We can have a date. I'll cook and we can watch a movie."
Levi smiled at you. "I would love that." He held your hips and kissed you passionately. He stopped when he heard a huff. He pulled from your lips and turned his head to see a horse in your kitchen. "Huh."
"I told you."
"Did you let it in?"
You snorted a laugh. "Nah."
He sighed and ushered the horse out. "Come on now, out with you." He moved it out of your home and your garden. "Off you go." He watched it trot off back to its home. "Strange animal."
You giggled. "Maybe I attract animals."
Levi walked over to you. "Maybe." He pulled you into his arms and kissed you. "May I stay over?" He blushed hard. "N-not for umm...I mean to sleep like I did the night you were scared."
You hummed a laugh. "I'd love that."
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Patient Love - Part 2
Missed part 1? Read it HERE!
Pairing: Austin x Evelyn (reader)
Words: 3.8k
Summary: Austin teaches Evelyn how to give a good handy and blowie.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fingering, slight breast play, handjob, blowjob. MDNI, 18+
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Her emotions spilled over in a fit of giggles as Austin’s eyes searched her curiously, her laughter becoming contagious.
“What’s so funny?”
She shook her head, falling back onto the bed.
He laid himself next to her, propping his head up with his arm, watching her with adoring eyes. This pure young woman, now his wife, lay bare and vulnerable in his bed. She gave her everything to him, placed her life in his hands and he’d never felt more terrified. He wanted to give her the stars, lasso the moon, travel the seven seas, climb the highest mountain. Anything. He’d do anything to keep that twinkle in her eye. Reaching for her small hand in the process, he pulled it up to his mouth to nibble playfully at her fingertips. “You did so good,” he praised, his words thick with desire.
“Aus,” she giggled, gently attempting to pull her hand back, “you’re still on my fingers,” the sentence died on her tongue, her mouth slightly agape as she watched him clean her fingers of his remnants. One by one he pulled them into his mouth, the wet muscle of his tongue curling around each one. Something deep inside her stirred at the sight.
Before she could think she went in, attacking his mouth with hers, earning a small grunt of surprise from him. Her tongue made its way into his mouth, immediately tasting his salty release. His hand splayed on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Sliding his hand over her hip, he grazed his fingers where her thighs were pressed together, encouraging her to lift her outside leg. She pulled away for a breath, “wait, I should probably pee real quick.”
He pulled himself away letting her up, his eyes watching her as she walked to the bathroom.
“You know, it’s not polite to stare at a lady,” she chided knowingly.
“‘s a good thing you’re my wife then.”
A warmth spread in her chest.
The door shut with a click.
He ran a hand over his face, his mind fuzzy with a new wave of arousal. Reaching for a tissue he cleaned himself off as best he could before getting up to straighten out the bed a bit. He wasn’t exactly a bed maker in his own apartment, but things are a bit different when your new wife is in the other room.
The sound of the shower starting caught his ears and a smile tugs at his mouth, noticing she cracked the door open. He walked cautiously into the doorway. His eyes were met with her backside to him as she reached into the shower testing the water. She turned to him as she stepped in, “you comin’?”
He stepped in behind her quickly pulling her body flush to his, pulling a small gasp from her.
He chuckled, quickly kissing her again as the water began to soak them. Reaching for the body wash off the shelf he tipped the bottle upside down drizzling the soap in his palm. Goosebumps formed over her skin in anticipation of his hands running across her body. He started at her shoulders, kneading gently, coaxing a sigh from her. He tried to not make it too obvious how much he was enjoying feeling every inch of skin beneath his fingertips.
She wasn’t fooled, nor bothered by the attention. Working a lather onto her breasts, and tweaking her nipples along the way only stirred up the burning coals of her desire for her husband once more. Moving his way down he lathered the rest of her up, leaving between her thighs for last.
“How you doin’?” He rasped, gently tilting her face up to him, the spray quickly rinsing the suds from her smaller frame.
Her green eyes sparkled at him under the bathroom light, her wet hair laying heavy on her shoulders, “so good, Aus.”
She closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in her own. Her hands began their own journey, gripping his biceps, his broad shoulders, his chest, working her way down feeling the toned muscles of his abdomen and the hair sprinkled beneath his bellybutton. She took pity on his soft cock, leaving him alone to recover.
His hands continued to creep closer to the junction between her thighs, her anticipation growing with every pass.
Craving the pressure of his hand between her thighs, she couldn't help but instinctively widen her stance. He noticed the small movement, a proud little grin spreading across his features. “You wanna go again, don’t ya?”
She could feel a pulse deep within her core, her body desperately wanting to reach that high with him again. “Yes,” she whispered.
“You don’t want me to help you, do ya?” He retracted his hand teasingly.
She shot him a glare and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing.
He turned them so his back was taking the brunt of the water. His hands tracing the curve of her waist into the globes of her behind, giving a light slap.
“Austin,” she whined, pushing into him.
“I’m coming baby, I’m coming.”
Reaching his right hand around to her front, he slipped between her thighs, carefully covering her mound, feeling her soft lips with his fingertips, his palm pressing deliciously against her clit. Dipping his finger between her warm folds, he collected her arousal, before pulling back to settle on her clit. As he gently began to play, his own cock started to flag interest.
His arm continued to work, eagerly awaiting those soft little moans he heard from her just minutes earlier when they were tangled together in the sheets.
Her hand gently covered his, pausing his movements to shift her weight, lifting her foot up onto the shelf causing a shampoo bottle to clatter to the floor. Her focus unwavering, quickly guiding Austin's fingers back into her.
And finally like a damn had broken, a quiet sigh of relief left her lips and she leaned her head back onto his sturdy chest, her hand slipping away, letting him take the reins. Feeling his length nudging her butt, she snuck her hand behind her, reaching for him. Her fingertips grazed his length before she curled her fingers around the firm shaft, earning a growl of appreciation from his chest.
His strokes on her clit stuttered when she swiped her thumb over his tip, the base of his shaft tingling. He nipped at her shoulder involuntarily needing to get out the sudden tension in his jaw.
Pulling himself together with an inhale through his teeth, his tongue swiped over the area, his hand quickly resuming its assault. His other hand came around kneading her breast. She tried keeping up with him, her hand giving small strokes to his poor throbbing length, but her attention was being pulled elsewhere, leaving his length to fend for itself.
“C’mon baby,” he coaxed her, his hand grazing her throat, grasping her chin, his thumb tugging her bottom lip from her teeth, “let it all out.”
He deliberately looked down into her eyes as he pushed a finger deep into her warm entrance making her jaw go slack with a gasp, her brow furrowing, a brief moment of anxiety covering her features expecting pain again, but that was quickly proving to be a thing of the past.
“That’s it,” he pushed into her again, gently working a second finger inside, her cries getting louder as she slowly climbed closer to the top.
Her fingernails dug into his arm as she gripped him for dear life. She involuntarily pushed into him, using her propped foot for leverage causing him to stumble back a step.
“Shit,” he chuckled.
He narrowed in focusing on rubbing at the front of her walls, desperate to feel her come around him. “You’re almost there baby girl, I can feel it,” he huffed, feeling his forearm beginning to burn. The squelching of his hand thrusting into her was sending her into her undoing.
“Austin,” she groaned, her eyes falling closed.
“Nuh uh,” he tutted, “look at me.”
Her glossy eyes looked back up at him, and he almost pathetically spurted at the sight of her. “Can you hold on a little longer for me?” He’s sure those words came straight from his dick, and maybe revealing a bit of a sadistic side, wanting to see her struggle.
He glanced down at his cock feeling a particularly strong throb at this realization. It twitched, jumping in envy of his hand, a clear string of precome leaking from the slit. God, he was an absolute mess. He was quickly brought back to more important matters when she suddenly clamped down onto his fingers, squeezing him.
“I can’t,” she moaned, unable to stop her own hand from reaching down to help ride herself through by working her clit. Her eyes rolled back as the first wave washed through her, her fingers giving the last push. Her eyes fell shut again as all conscious motor skills left her body and her instincts took over. Her hand worked vigorously, catapulting through her orgasm before she went limp, breathing heavily.
“Atta girl,” he pulled his fingers from her gently, making her twitch.
She plopped her foot down as he grasped her shoulders, steadying her on her wobbly legs.
A bit of smug pride filled his chest seeing her wobble. He was fulfilling his husbandly duties.
Reaching out with her hand she steadied herself with the railing along the shower wall, turning towards him. And what a sight he was, running a hand through his wet hair as if he was in the middle of a damn photoshoot. The water cascaded over his shoulders, running down his front, his nipples pebbled on his chest. Following downward, she couldn’t ignore his excited little friend, standing tall, a few veins littering the shaft. It gave a subtle twitch as if acknowledging the attention from her. Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip before bringing her eyes back up to Austin's, grazing her teeth along her lip.
His eyes were glazed over, lust and pride burning bright behind his pupils. She stepped closer reaching for his cock, grasping him lightly earning a sharp inhale at the contact. Her hand gave him a little stroke as she nibbled up his jaw to his ear, “lets dry off.”
She pulled back, releasing him from her hand, giving him a kiss as an apology and a thank you.
Shutting the water off and pushing the curtain back, they both fumbled their way out, Austin hands refusing to leave her skin. Her girlish giggles were music to his ears. Breaking away long enough to reach for a towel, they both managed to dry off a bit before she pulled away and began folding the towel. “Babe, that’s just going in the wash, what’re ya folding it for?”
“You’ll see,” she grinned, squatting down to place the neatly folded material at his feet.
He stepped back hesitantly, before the realization hit him like a freight train seeing her drop to her knees, looking expectantly up at him. His eyes widened, huffing a nervous laugh. She was truly out to kill him tonight. He stepped back closer to her, running his fingers through her hair. A warmth bloomed in his chest. “You really are making me the luckiest man alive right now, you know that?”
She flushed lightly at the compliment, bringing her eyes to face the new task ahead. He had waned a bit from the cooler air outside the shower, so his size didn’t frighten her. Not yet anyway. But putting him inside her mouth suddenly seemed a bit daunting. How did this task seem so much easier in her head earlier? Does she just go in mouth wide open? That seemed a bit aggressive for the first time. And it was all so new, what if she couldn't get him off? Nothing more humiliating than his new wife not being able to get him off. She didn't want to disappoint him. God, she was taking too long now, she should just go for it. What if she just-
“Hey,” he pulled her from her thoughts, the look of uncertainty clear on her face. He crouched down to her level, ignoring his softening cock. He didn’t care how horny he was, or how hot the sight of her on her knees looked. Her needs came first.
He placed a curled finger under her jaw making her look at him. “If we try everything tonight, what fun does that leave for the rest of our honeymoon?”
She broke his gaze, looking even more defeated, his words quickly deflected from her own feeling of letting him down. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what got into me, I just really wanted to please you, but then-” she hesitated.
He remained quiet, gently removing his finger from her jaw, letting her get her words out, his heart thumping in his chest.
“-but then it just hit me that I don’t know exactly what I’m doing and it was just right there in front of me,” she gestured to between his legs huffing a nervous laugh. She looked back up at him, “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“Evelyn, you could never disappoint me. How are you supposed to know what I like or what to do if I’ve never told you?”
She sighed, “I know.”
He stood back up, holding his hands out to her, helping her up. “C’mere.” pulling her into his chest in a hug, he rubbed her shoulder with his hand, comforting her. “You did far more than enough for me tonight.”
He felt her inhale deeply, the swell of her breasts pressing firmly against his chest with her breath. He willed his dick to not get any ideas. Lord help him.
She tried to stifle a yawn, but failed miserably.
“Let’s go to bed baby.”
She didn’t protest, the long events of today were finally starting to catch up with her. She didn’t exactly like leaving things on this note, but there was always tomorrow.
They both made their way back into the bedroom, reaching for some clothes.
She pulled open her underwear drawer, her fingers brushing the fabrics of a few before settling on a pair of black lace panties and an oversized tee.
A low whistle came from the other side of the room, making her roll her eyes.
Noticing he only had a new pair of briefs on, made her feel confident in her lack of shorts. They were married, having the whole house to themselves. They could run through the whole house naked for all they cared.
They both climbed into bed, their legs slotting together, her head on his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart before slipping into a sweet sleep.
******
She woke before him, carefully pulling herself out of their warm cocoon being careful to not wake him. She padded to the bathroom, freshening herself up before heading to the kitchen. She pulled out a few ingredients whipping together a little breakfast she knew he liked.
She began humming a tune that was stuck in her head, -probably one of the songs that played last night- as the eggs sizzled in the pan. She flipped them and quickly threw some bread slices in the toaster. The aroma of coffee filled her nose as it brewed.
A creak down the hall signaled that Austin was awake, and her heart quickened in anticipation.
“Good morning, baby.”
Goosebumps covered her skin as she felt his breath on her neck, his fingers grazing over the exposed skin on her ass before resting on her hips.
“Mornin,” she replied with a small giggle, turning to greet him with a kiss.
He hovered around the counter as she did the last touches to get breakfast finished, placing a plate in front of him at the breakfast bar. She stood across from him on the opposite side of the counter leaning on her elbows dipping into the fruit bowl she cut up.
“How’d you sleep?” He asked between mouthfuls.
“On and off,” she admitted, chewing a piece of pineapple slowly, the juice flooding her tastebuds. She was never any good at sleeping in a new bed, and after such an event filled day. Her mind was just starting to slow its spinning.
He nodded, soaking up the last of his egg yolk with his toast, “that was a lot to take in yesterday.”
She picked up his plate, washing it in the sink, her mind beginning to wander. She knew it was silly but she couldn’t stop thinking about last night. She felt so confident but then couldn’t follow through.
He quietly helped her, ending the task with a quick little snap of the towel at her behind. A small shriek escaped her lips quickly spinning to face him with a mock expression of horror. He grinned quickly scooping her up, her legs instinctively spreading as he carried her to the living room, sitting with her straddling his lap. He brushed some hair away from her face, studying her features. “Is it bad that I want you again already?” His hands traced the curve in her waist.
She blushed, shaking her head, biting her bottom lip.
“Good, cuz I wanna see those pretty tits of yours again.” His hands already began tugging her t-shirt over her head.
She laughed playfully, keeping her arms stiff, making him work a little.
“Don’t make me tickle you,” he threatened.
She grinned slyly, but quickly broke her demeanor when his fingers brushed her tummy, giving a little squeeze. “Okay, okay!” She shrieked, lifting her arms.
Making quick work of pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it elsewhere, he hummed in delight at the sight of her perky breasts. A small sliver of his younger self came through, suddenly reaching up to push them together creating an absurd amount of cleavage before letting them fall back into place watching them jiggle causing a small chuckle to rumble in his chest.
“Don’t laugh at me!” She quickly covered herself with her hands.
He quickly looked back up into her eyes, “babe, no- they’re cute, don’t cover up.” He gently pried her hands away, leaning up to distract her with a kiss.
“Be nice to them,” she mumbled into his mouth, his tongue quickly dominating.
She let him play to his heart's content, quickly noting Austin was definitely a boob guy. Not that this was of any surprise; she caught him eyeing her chest up on multiple occasions.
Soon enough all the clothing was shed aside from her panties. His fingers gently feeling her through the fabric.
“Aus?”
“Hmm?”
She continued rocking her hips, her hair making a curtain around her as she watched the tendons in his wrist flex as he teased her. “Can you teach me what you like?”
He paused, glancing up at her, her head lifting, her eyes searching his.
“Yea- yeah,” he stuttered, his heart skipping a beat, “sure. What were you- you mean what you wanted to do last night?”
Pushing herself back up she maneuvered herself to kneel between his legs, looking back up, “yeah.”
He swallowed thickly, “yeah, okay-, um,” he ran a hand through his hair, “let’s start with your hand, yeah?”
She brought her hand up to rest on his thigh, his own immediately reaching out to guide her to his shaft. The feel of her cool fingers touching his heated skin almost made him moan out loud. He encouraged her hand with his, slowly beginning with small strokes.
“Theres not a whole lot to it,” he started, frantically searching his blood deprived brain for the right words. “Just start with stroking for now,” he slowly let her go. “Play with the tightness of your fist, don't be afraid to squeeze a bit.”
She listened intently, lightly squeezing on her up strokes, loosening on the way down, watching the skin move over his shaft with her hand. She brought her thumb out to trace a throbbing vein.
“That’s it, baby,” he breathed, “you’re doing perfect.”
Her confidence grew with every small noise she earned from him. She quite literally had him in the palm of her hand. His manhood trusted in her fist.
His balls hung below his shaft, tempting her other hand to come out and play. Staying focused on stroking him, she gently caressed the heavy sacs, lightly rolling and squeezing.
He cursed, thrusting his hand into the pillow next to him, gripping it for dear life, trying to keep himself tame, “I think you know what to do, baby.”
She did, and she finally got out of her own head. She paused her strokes, leaning forward to open her mouth, carefully licking a stripe from the base to his tip. The sound he emitted, made her core twist with desire.
Testing the waters she held his cock up with her hand, mouthing her way up to his tip before holding her tongue out flat, tapping him onto her waiting tongue.
“Babe,” he groaned.
And then he said a word that caused a tingle to run down her spine.
“Please.”
She finally took him into her mouth, her tongue doing its best to swirl around his length.
A growl came from above her, making her core clench around nothing.
She tried moving a bit, but couldn't quite get a rhythm going, so she opted for stroking while working his tip with her mouth. Whatever she was doing was working for him. His fingers were tangled in her hair, and he gently guided her with his hand. She could feel his panting breaths on her scalp. Her tongue made contact at the little spot where his shaft met his tip at the back and he actually whimpered; a strong throb followed.
“Do that again,” he whined, another moan leaving his lips.
She quickly began flicking her tongue over his little sweet spot and, between the stroking of his hand and fondling his balls, she felt him begin to harden further.
“Ev, watch out- I’m gonna-” he grunted, “I’m gonna cum.”
She popped off him, his hand coming to guide hers to quicken her strokes.
“Tighten your grip.”
She did as she was told, her eyes flicking from his scrunched face, to his shaft awaiting the spill. And a moment later she was awarded. His cock began spurting thick white ropes of his seed, with deep grunts rumbling from his chest with every pulse. Not three, not four, but five good spurts erupted before he began to slow, the warm liquid making its way down their fingers
His hand loosened on hers, their strokes slowing before he pulled her hand off of him, flopping back into the couch.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, picking up his head to look her in the eyes. “We’ve got to do that again.”
I really do like writing for these two.. maybe there will be a part 3 one day? Let me know if y’all would like something like that.
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Hello! May I request classroom smut with Marilyn and student reader? Marilyn could be fucking reader from the back against Marilyn’s desk with her favorite strap on and Larissa somehow walks in on them towards the end, thanks!!!!!
Yesss, here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes :))))
Someone is going to catch us
Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader
Warnings: Smut, strap on, kinks, semi public sex
Word count: 1,910
Summary: You’re too cheeky, and you want her to take you wherever you are
N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!
You knocked on the conservatory door as you used to do every afternoon. If someone had told you that you'd get it on with the woman you loved, your teacher, Marilyn Thornhill, you wouldn't have believed it at all.
The visits to the conservatory had become wild, passionate encounters, far from those first dates in which fear and shame were the protagonists. You weren't afraid of being found out, she was terrified of it. You were just old enough for it not to be forbidden, but it could be considered morally questionable. After all, she was your teacher.
“Run, get in,” Marilyn said, pulling you inside.
“Always so scared...” You sighed, leaving your backpack on the ground. She shook her head and gently grabbed you around the waist, but not before checking that no one had followed you.
“I care about us, (Y/N),” she told you, brushing your hair out of your face. You rolled your eyes and kissed her briefly.
“Well, stop worrying, we're just a student and a teacher having an extracurricular class,” you said amused, blinking suggestively.
“Lately I don't think that what we do is the most accurate definition of “extracurricular class”, ” Marilyn told you, blushing at your insinuations.
“Ummm, you're right… maybe it can count as sport?” You joked, earning yourself a tap on the shoulder from her.
“You have no shame, (Y/N),” she told you, sighing, moving away from a little. “I would like to do other things with you from time to time.
“Like what? We have no time and we have to spend it the best way possible,” you said, taking your backpack.
“Well, I don't know… I would like to have a coffee, have dinner in a romantic restaurant far from here, spend a weekend in the mountains…” Marilyn said, smiling affectionately at you.
“Yes, yes, sounds good, but you forget that we are locked up here 24 hours a day,” you protested, while you opened the zipper.
Marilyn sighed and hugged you tight, moving you gently from one side to the other.
“That won't always be like this, (Y/N),” she whispered in your ear. You looked at her with raised eyebrows but then you smiled mischievously.
“But in the meantime…” You sighed, biting her earlobe. “Come on, Marilyn, don't pretend you don't want to… I can feel that you’re shaking… Mommy…”
Saying those words, the redhead's eyes widened and her cheeks reddened little by little, but without moving away from you, of course.
“Really? Do you think I'm trembling because a little girl like you is desperate? I think you don’t know me...” She answered with a dark tone, letting you know that you had already convinced her. It was so simple that sometimes you wondered who dominated whom.
“I think so. You need me…” You mocked, before kissing her hungrily, disorderly. The redhead grabbed your face as she deepened the kiss and pushed you against her desk.
“Shut up,” she ordered you, putting you on top of the table.
You bit your lip as you watched her breath hitch as she tossed your uniform jacket to the floor. Her hands caressed your leg, moving up to get under your skirt.
“Little capricious girl... You're going to make me lose my mind,” she hissed at you, giving you a soft slap on your thigh. You gasped and closed your eyes. Marilyn stopped.
“No, honey. I want you to have your eyes wide open…” She ordered you, grabbing your chin while she caressed the area between your legs trough your underwear.
You obeyed, feeling a little embarrassed. You were very excited and that was quite evident, even with your panties.
“How long have you been like this? You're so wet, (Y/N),” the redhead hummed, laughing satisfied.
“Too much…” You sighed, turning those discreet gasps into small moans when her caresses intensified.
“I guess you can wait a little longer…” She whispered, pulling away unexpectedly. You grabbed her wrist.
“No, I can't, please, please, I need you now, Marilyn,” you clucked.
“You don't show it, (Y/N), you have to ask for it like good girls do, come here…” she told you, helping you to get off the table while she gestured to you with her finger.
You nodded, feeling a great frustration at the loss of contact, but as the redhead leaned against one of the desks and slipped her hand under her skirt, your eyes lit up again.
“Get on your knees, (Y/N),” she commanded you.
You took a few steps forward, licking your lips with anticipation. She shook her head and gestured for you to stop.
“I didn't tell you to come, I told you to get on your knees, honey,” she told you, as she lowered her underwear.
You were surprised, but you obeyed, placing your knees on the cold stone floor.
“Okay honey, come here, crawl.”
You were a bit surprised, but agreed, nervously crawling towards the redhead.
As if you were an animal stalking its prey, you launched yourself at your lover's legs, getting under her skirt. You couldn't move much, Marilyn held your head right where it had to be, kissing, sucking and licking everything that you had on your way. You wanted to earn the reward that you wanted so much, that you needed so much, but the redhead never gave it for free, you had to make it worth it, and you were more than willing.
“That's good honey…” She said between moans.
You couldn't see her face, but you guessed she was looking toward the door, worried about being caught. She was nervous, she was in a hurry, you had to be fast, and you wanted to be.
After a few movements of your tongue combined with your fingers, a strong tug of hair indicated that you had managed to satisfy Marilyn, that you would soon have your reward.
“Go to desk, come on,” she ordered you, helping you to get up.
You didn't want to just obey her, you wanted to kiss her until you took her breath away and you did, while her impatience pushed you back to that wooden desk.
You collided with the wood as Marilyn undid the buttons on your shirt, kissing the bare skin that was gradually revealed. You threw back your head as your bra was flying across the room and her mouth lightly rested on your nipples.
You didn't really know why you turned her on so much, but you didn't really care either. Your skirt stayed in place, but not your underwear, which descended to your ankles.
“Do you want me to take you right now? Do you want mommy to make you happy?” She asked, passing her hand through your crotch with quick and intense movements. You opened your eyes and pushed her a bit, getting off the table.
“Wait, wait…” You said, looking for your backpack. Marilyn looked at you stunned and confused, shaking her head.
“Are you laughing at me?” She asked annoyed, while you made gestures asking for patience, searching for something inside the backpack.
When you found what you were looking for, you dropped the backpack on the ground and displayed it in front of the redhead, who widened her eyes in surprise.
“Is that…?” She asked, frowning.
You nodded, biting your lip. In your most intimate encounters, Marilyn liked to completely dominate you, using her favorite accessory, her favorite strap on. You sneaked into her room and took it. You had never used it outside of bed.
“How did you get it? My room is locked,” she told you, crossing her arms, unable to stop looking at that thing.
“You forget that I can go through walls…” You teased, licking the silicone dick suggestively.
“(Y/N), are you thinking…?”
“Yeah, that's just what I'm thinking. I need this, please,” you said, as you approached, with a childish voice.
“(Y/N), here, not here… It's…” The redhead stammered when you gave her the object. You ignored her complaints and leaned against her desk, gasping slightly.
“Please… I need you…” You groaned, unable to avoid touching yourself. You knew that drove her crazy.
Marilyn looked around and seemed to think about it for a moment, but she finally put it on and walked towards you, turning your head sharply and spreading your legs apart.
“You want it, (Y/N), I'm not going to have any mercy on you…” She whispered, pressing your face against the papers that were on her desk.
The redhead reached down, pulling up your skirt, and she ran her tongue over your needy center. She always wanted you to believe that she was hard on you, that you were under her control and that she didn't care if she hurts you. You knew she couldn't do it, and that caused you an immense tenderness.
“Are you ready, honey?” She asked, aligning the strap on with your entrance, while her other hand caressed your back, which had already begun to sweat.
“Yes, yes, mommy, please,” you begged, moving your hips to get more friction. Marilyn laughed, slowly working her way inside you.
You moaned in an indiscreet way, but frustrated by the slowness of the redhead. You noticed how your walls were adapting to that size, but you needed more, you needed to be used abruptly, without finesse.
“Please, mommy… I need more…” You said between moans. Her hips began to move, finally giving you what you were waiting for. You smiled triumphantly as Marilyn thrust into you, panting, letting you soak in every possible sensation.
“You're so good… You take it so well, (Y/N). Oh fuck darling, I love how your body moves around it…” She gasped, grabbing your hips to steady yourself, while her rhythm became faster and faster.
“Yes, please, go on, go on…” You said, hitting the table with your fist. You were crazy with pleasure. You squirmed as she slipped in and out with such ease. The fact that this was happening out of bed only made you want it more.
“Are you nervous yet, (Y/N)? Mommy makes you so happy that you can't take it?” She asked sarcastically and mockingly, slowing down her rhythm a bit, but making it more intense, reaching as deep as possible inside your sweaty body.
“Don’t, don't stop, please, please... I think... I think...” You said before your body spoke for you, seizing and suffering spasms, while you moaned so loud that the crystals seemed to want to break into a thousand pieces.
The gasps and sighs came later. The not-so-silent silence of those moments. She was still inside, but she didn't move anymore, she just caressed your legs, your back, your butt...
“Have you finished yet?”
An unknown voice made her turn around suddenly. You opened your eyes and sat up frightened, checking with horror where that voice came from.
The Nevermore principal, Larissa Weems stood in the doorway of the old building, her hand lightly covering her eyes. You couldn't quite make out her expression, but her agitated breathing told you that she wasn't exactly happy.
You quickly lowered your skirt again. Marilyn turned in fright and took off her jacket, covering your bare chest with it.
“La, Larissa… I… I can… I can explain it,” she said, stuttering. You had never seen the redhead so scared, and it was not for less. You were shaking too.
“I don't want to hear it, Marilyn. Please get dressed and go immediately to my office, both of you.”
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NAMOR / PEARLS OF JADE
SUMMARY: you're a marine biologist sojourning in the Yucatán Peninsula and stumble upon an underwater cave in the clearing of a dense rainforest. expecting to make an amazing scientific discovery you're swept into a spell down the abyss into the reach of a loveless serpent feathered god who will go to any length to claim you as his.
WARNING: yandere!namor, body worshipping!namor, gift giving!namor, thigh gripping, sub!namor (if you squint) hc!siren!entrancing!namor, human!reader, dub-con (i think)
NOTE: after reading @jottositto 's post i've included some yucatan maya using a translator although it's not 100% accurate. if this came across a native speaker could you maybe give me corrections as i'd like to be as respectful and accurate as possible. ofc the people living in the peninsula will be speaking spanish as this area was colonised and y/n only has an understanding of spanish. thank u and enjoy!! ps: namor?? more like "mi amor" that man had me kicking my toes and twirling my hair in the cinema on friday. this is dirty af i feel like i'm teasing y'all. might write a part two laterrr. no beta so there are 100% spelling errors which i'll check when i got time.
"Me gustaría ayudarla pero en el tiempo que he vivido en ese pueblo, los que se han atrevido a salir de la seguridad de ese pueblo y dentro de la jungla nunca más fueron vistos. Estarías en mucho peligro si te fueras. No creo que tu proyecto de ciencia valga la pena el riesgo.” The short Mexican woman explained.
Her thinning, silver hair was pulled down into two long braids down her protruding collarbones. Her brows were pulled in a frown, revealing creases running the length of her forehead and the outer creases of her beady, mud-brown eyes.
You pleaded with her, your coffee stained research folder clutched in one hand, as you made contact with her elbow gently.
"Pero señora, forma parte de mi trabajo. Fui enviada para investigar los ecosistemas marinos de esta península."
She considered you for a good minute. Searching your unwavering eyes. She sighed and leant toward you, dropping her wobbling voice to a whisper.
"Has lo que deseas, Cariño. Pero que tengas cuidado." she warned, using her eyes to signal you in the general direction to take to enter the forbidden forest. You trailed her eye line and saw a wooden bridge not so far off camp. You bowed to her as a sign of respect.
The journey through the rainforest was an arduous one as the way was shielded by a mass of coiled, everlasting lianas, strangler figs and long, shallow buttress roots along the soil of the shrub layer of the forest which you tripped over several times. You had to slice through the layers of tropical plants in your way with a machete you "borrowed" from a fruit cutter that was left around camp, making your hiking backpack even considerably heavier than it already was. You didn't stop once to admire and take in the smells of passion flowers or orchids as you moved through the brush; you knew better than to let yourself become the prey of the several species of venomous snakes and amphibians native to this rainforest.
It looked to be late afternoon when you stopped by a tributary, crouching over the crystalline water, you followed the stream with your gaze to check for growths of algae when you noticed a dark entrance. You stood up rigid as your breath stilled, you noticed the eerie silence of the clearing. The sounds of bushes rustling, frogs croaking and flapping wings had died down entirely.
There was utter tranquillity.
You heard a low, rich brassy voice hum a melody from the rocky cave, the sound reverberating to your spot on the damp soil. You dug the heels of your mountain boots as you felt your body being tugged slowly to the body of water, your heartbeat drumming in your ears, your breaths becoming shallower.
The song sounded like one you would hear as a premonition for bad things taking place in urban legends told around campfires, it spoke of men searching to mine riches out of foreign land to find fool's gold instead and meeting their demise at the hand of otherworldly things. Despite the warning behind the unspoken lyrics, you felt your body lull into relaxation.
You saw him rising from the dark aquamarine pool beyond, his eyes glistening a tawny shade of brown. You didn't miss his long ethereal pointy ears and his full lips. His tanned muscular body was slick with droplets as the rest of his body appeared from out of the water. He was adorned in golden bangles and a thick necklace dating from an ancient civilisation, encrusted with what looks like azurite and pearls of jade.
He floated above the surface and toward you. You felt your mouth dry and heart drop to your stomach as a human-looking man flew slightly above the land slowly in your direction. You fought back a scream as the soles of his foot made contact with the ground, and still towered over you despite that. He scrutinised every detail of your face with an unreadable expression.
You breathed in, mustering the courage to speak.
"What are yo-"
He raised a large hand over your face, your vision darkening and body tumbling forward.
You awoke in what seemed to be an underwater cave with overhanging stalactites, you sat up abruptly from the makeshift bed out of bamboo. You noticed the absence of your backpack beside you. Remembering your phone in the jean pocket of your shorts and pulled them out. Scrambling to get a signal.
"Teech ch'íijsajil despierto." a female voice enunciated in a foreign tongue. You flinched, your pocket phone nearly flying out of your reach. Your eyes landed on a blue skinned woman. A respiratory mask covered her nose and mask.
She wore indigenous print robes and held a spear encrusted in emerald jewels. You noticed how her mouth didn’t move, her voice seemed to have come from inside your head as she stood alone in the middle of the rocky cavern.
"I don't understand" you thought, testing your theory out.
A female voice penetrated in your brain again, speaking to you in what sounded like an ancient Mayan tongue.
"Kukulkán in tu k'áataj a buscara. Búukint le, ku leti'. '' the woman seemed to lecture as she crossed the round room and reached into a clam basket by the foot of your mat and pulled out folded sheets of cream coloured linen, extending them to you. You accepted and forced a small smile to show gratitude.
You put the robe on and the beaded necklaces of jade over the dress, which ran up to your mid thigh and was sleeveless. The material was comfortable and baggy over your body but you felt uncomfortable at the lack of bralette you had underneath, leaving your breast exposed. You found a pair of golden strappy sandals at the bottom of the pile which you put on as well.
The woman from earlier came back for you and beckoned you with her hand out of the round room and past hung tapestries depicting ancient Yucatan gods and monsters. She stood behind you, ushering you to go into the room.
"Cha' k" a familiar voice spoke out. The man from the cave turned from his spot facing the painted mural, his back shifting as he smiled at you as you shivered in fear.
"Teech wilik ki'ichpam yéetel a prendas, a wilik ti' beyo' utia'al in reina” he flirted, in a deep, suave tone advancing toward you, you took a step back. Your eyes caught a glimpse of his rigidly sculpted chest, welded in the image of a divinity and the sleek look of his tanned copper skin.
"Look, I don't know where I am or what you want with me but I certainly didn't mean any harm by stumbling on your cave. I'm not a threat to your people but I wish to be let go." you raised your hand to your chest, gesticulating as clearly as possible your words, shaking your head. The mythical man let out a boisterous laugh at your words, startling you. He grasped your hand in his firm one, raising it in front of him.
"Oh my little angel, I do know that. But I haven't taken you for that reason." he admitted, speaking to you in English as he interlaced your fingers together.
Fucking bastard.
You shook your hand out of his.
"You can speak my language." you pointed, growing irritated with the man.
"Of course, a dutiful ruler needs to be educated of the world around him." he boasted proudly.
"What is your name?" you asked as politely as you could muster
"My people praise me as Ku'kul'kan but my enemies call me Namor." he tucked a strand of your hair behind your head as his eyes traced your figure, wandering down from your budding breast to your legs.
"Why did you take me? What is it you need?" you defied. He cupped your chin gently with his smooth thumb, inclining your head up to his.
You shrugged against him but felt another hand slithering to your lower back, his touch cementing your body in place. His brown irises dilated as his gaze softened.
"Well if it isn't obvious, I want you. I want you to rule beside me and light a match that will burn the world from underneath their inconspicuous feet. Be my queen and I'll give you all that which your heart could desire."
You shook your head frantically.
He's insane.
His eyebrows quirked at your lack of cooperation.
"I see it in your eyes, that spark of passion and resentment. You've been underestimated your whole life. Your life's work is meaningless to the people around you, you're not getting the recognition you deserve." you grunted, bothered by his assumptions.
"You know nothing about me or my life.” you stated.
“I hate to disappoint you my angel but you can either bend to my desire of your own will or we can do things my way.” he remarked as he traced his thumb over your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them. You felt as if every inch of your body was set aflame at his touch. You reclined your head in disgust.
“St-”
Your mouth betrayed you as it parted open to receive the soft ones of the God before you as his palms felt their way treacherously down your body to the back of your thighs and your nape. You felt your knees buckling together, the flesh of your upper thighs pressing together as you felt heat pulsating from between your legs. You bit back a moan of pleasure as his imposing form bent down to kneel before you. Your eyes widened as his lips pressed against your vee line. You saw a flash of green in his eyes as he looked up to you. You pressed your eyes tightly shut.
No.
Suddenly you pushed against the invisible boundaries around you, stumbling backwards out of whatever spell Namor had put on you. You breathed out painfully.
“Fuck you.” you whispered.
“Oh?” he enquired, surprised at your incredible amount of resistance.
She has the spirit of a warrior queen, he thought. I must bind her to me forever.
Namor arose, striding to you. In a single movement, he coiled his arm around your throat; putting some pressure down onto your windpipes as you clawed at his hand.
He moved you easily against the wall rubbing his nose onto yours, turning his face toward your ear as he whispered:
“We’ll have to go for that second option then.”
#mcu phase 4#mcu namor#mcu fic#tenoch huerta namor#namor#black panther 2#wakanda forever#wakanda por siempre#tenoch huerta#namor the sub mariner#wakanda forever spoilers
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Can u do yandere Isabella x outsider fem reader who isnt from encanto and was just wandering in the mountains and she came to encanto and met Isabella and now she wants to leave to go back to her family
Forever (Yandere Isabela x outsider! Fem! reader)
Tw: Kidnapping, schadenfrede (search it up.), unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.
You slowly heaved your way up the mountain, you stopped, finally making your way up the big piece of grass and dirt.
You were in awe, a beautiful village, almost perfect. A wide town, little houses mostly covering it. Some farmland as well, then a enourmous house that towered over the town. Like some castle in a fairytale.
You were careful on your way down, being careful not to slip or trip on anything.
Once making your way down the very steep slope, you decided to explore the village. To see what was there.
You then saw something that amazed you, a girl, a very beautiful girl in a purple dress. With dark choclate skin, and luscious dark brown hair. Ombraes of flowers sprouting from her hands, you weren't normally the type of gal who liked flowers. But this was amazing. You had never seen anything like it.
The woman and you suddenly locked eyes, you quickly looked away. Breaking the contact. But you could of swore she smiled at you, or winked.
You quickly snapped from your thought, when a finger softly tapped your shoulder. You turned around to see the same girl from last time, "are you okay?"
'Seriously? Thats your first question?! "Am I okay?" I'm not but-'
"Yea, I'm ok. Why do you ask?" You awkwardly replied back, only slightly being able to make eye contact. "Well, when I looked over to you, you looked a little confused." Isabela said bluntly, "oh well. Um. I'm not really around from here, I am a explorer. And I was climbing over the hills, and discovered this place." You explained, "so you're a outsider..." She said a little disgusted or just shocked, "is,something wrong with that?" You asked concerned, "oh no. There's nothing wrong with it, it's just we've never had someone come over the hills before." Isabela said looking down with slight worry, "why?" You asked. "Well, you see. These hills were created to protect us, well the whole village. And no one was meant to come out, or in." "Oh, I apologize! Do you want me to leave?" You asked with a slight sweat, "NO!" Isabela blurted out, "pardon?" You asked confused at the outburst, "my apologies." She quickly continued,
'ok?' You thought, a little weirded out.
"As a welcoming to the encanto, (the name of the town) would you like to come to my house for dinner?" Isabela offered kindly, completely calm now. "What about your-" she cut you off, "they will be fine with it. Trust me!" "O-okay then..." "See you at 7:00?" "Sure." "See you then!"
(Later on.)
You approached the big house slowly, a little nervous. Who knew what the family would think of you? Some random outsider who trespassed into their village, they could hate you for all you knew.
You knocked on the door gently, the door then opening on it's own.
'Wow, ok. Even a magic house, what doesn't she have?'
You then took a step into the house, suddenly it then shifted it's tiles like treadmill. Making you move, you didn't know where you were going until you saw Isabela pop out of nowhere in front of you. "(Y/n), you're finally here! Come, follow me." She bent her fingers in a motion to follow, she lead you to the dining room. Where all her family members sat, "please take a seat (y/n!)." Alma said bringing her hand out, pointing to the two empty seats, one for Isabela, and one for you.
You and Isabela both sat, you tapped your fingers gently on your thigh. Still nervous, Alma suddenly spoke.
"So (y/n), what brought you to the encanto?"
'Isabela told her...at least she isn't being rude about it.'
"Well I am a explorer, so. I found the hills and decided to climb them. And then found this place, I understand if you think if I'm a tresspasser." You spoke with complete understanding in your voice.
Alma had a shocked expression on her face, you could tell because of how wide her eyes were open. And her mouth was gaping open slightly.
"(Y/n) we don't think you're a tresspasser at all,-" Alma replied with a kind yet not bright voice.
"Y-you don't?" You asked looking up with disbelief on your face. "We don't at all think you're a tresspasser!" Isabela chimed in, attempting to brighten the mood.
"Thank you so much for understanding!" You said with a bright expression your face.
"You're welcome (y/n), now shall we eat?" Alma annouced to the family, everyone then digging into their food.
(After the dinner.)
After you had gotten to know the madrigals, they had offered for you to stay the night, since you had nowhere to sleep for the night. You of course took the offer and slept there, oh but that would be your biggest regret...
The sun shined onto your skin, as you heaved your backpack onto your back. Tying your shoelaces on your boots. You smiled ready to leave, to see your family once again. But as you went to open the door to the casita to leave, it wouldn't allow you to. "Casita, please let me out! I have to leave!" You quietly demanded, you pulled again. Your brows furrowing, the door wouldn't budge.
"Going somewhere?" You heard Isabela's voice say, in a sickly sweet tone. You turn around to see Isabela, at a snap of a finger, you were now in thorned vines. Wiggling, attempting to escape. But knowing you couldn't, you stopped.
Isabela then walked over to you, evilly smirking. "Isabela why are you doing this?!" You asked loudly, "because I'm making you mine." Isabela replied simply, you started to thrash around again. The vines only squeezing tighter. Isabela enjoying pain she gave you, the tiny thorns poking into your skin.
"Isabela, please, just let me go!" You begged, "nope." She replied with a sweet tone of voice, with evil tracing her tongue. "You're mine now, forever..."
(Damn this was long, lol.)
#Isabela madrigal#Yandere Isabela#Isabela x reader#Yandere Isabela x reader#Encanto#Yandere encanto#Encanto x reader#Yandere encanto x reader#ask#Fem reader#Yandere#yandere x reader
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Y'know what? FUCK YOU*MAKES A VITA ET MORS OC*
Tw: Self harm, suicide, that kinda shit :3
Ok so this miserable girlypop (I have no name for her yet) She does portraits, photographs, even documents Morte's life for Morte WITHOUT GETTING PAID, IT'S ALL PASSION. Because yk, Morte. And as she should.
She seriously loves him as a whole but she doesn't want to confess
It's not only his looks or some shit that you'll normally crush on she loves him for everything. EVEN imagining that they spend their lives together, yeah, like- with kids and shit.
The more time they spent with each other, the more her love for him grows.
Her mood depends on him.
Admires Morte like a god
LOVES MORTE LIKE ONE SHOULD LOVE LIFE ITSELF BUT THAT'S TOO BAD CUZ SHE DOESN'T LOVE HERSELF (ME FR)
When she first met Morte she was like "HOLY SHIT DID I JUST TALKED TO A FUCKING ANGEL???!!!"
And that's where her mentally ill ass started to like him
She sorta has an obsession with Morte (obvi). She's devoted to him and he knows that duhhhh
Morte likes being treated like a god huh? (Is he not?) Well in terms of a DEVOTEE, then he hit the jackpot!
At first she believed he wasn't human. After all, how can someone be so.... Beautiful? Like a god? (Hahah)
If she could, she would move mountains just to be with him (aweeee you sad little motherfucker)
Always compliments Morte like he's some sort of god or something YIPEEEE!!!! Call her a worshiper atp lmao
Like, just dress a little fancier... Actually no- you don't have to dress nicely Morte. As long as you exist, this bitch is gonna give her soul to you.
"Omg you look really wonderful in that attire!!!!! Any woman would fall and maybe die for you!! ^_^ *insert words of pure admiration* May I take a picture??? Make another painting maybe??"
Gets worried for Morte more than she should for herself
Prioritizes Morte
Over a hundred paintings of Morte
Tons of photos of him as well
Likes writing about him
Said "You're my everything" to Morte in french, hoping he'd be confused.
Then she found out he can actually speak french and ohh boyy she died a little
Most of her portraits are perfect. If it's not good enough (in her eyes or what she thinks Morte thinks), well..;
She hurts herself when she thinks Morte doesn't like her stuff she made for him
like one time she bruised her thighs because Morte didn't compliment her painting for him like he did the last time, it sounded dry.
"I'm sorry for being too clingy, Morte..... :("
Her thoughts on the daily:
"Am I even worthy of being around him?"
"What if Morte finds me annoying?"
"What if my compliments doesn't sound genuine? I'm scared."
"Am I appreciating him for being him or is it just because of his looks..?"
"What if he thinks I'm just trying to get him?"
"What if he secretly hates me?"
"He probably hates how clingy I am"
"He hates me."
*Starts self harming* (girlypop cmon 😞)
Stays up late thinking about him and ends up crying cuz she thinks he doesn't care for her HAHAHAHAH
She knows what he does actually (kept it in secret so she doesn't get killed) But does she care? No!!
Likes being used as an alibi if anyone dares to be suspicious of Morte.
Would suffer for him.
Would kill for him.
Would DIE for him.
Literally anything for Morte (HAHAHAH)
When Morte died she did horrible things to herself (you can guess what those are)
She also cried for 7 MONTHS
Ever since Morte's death, she's the one who keeps taking care of his and Roxanne's graves (?)
Goes from complimenting to sobbing to his grave
Drawings of Morte EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
Always says "I love you" before she leaves like girl he don't love you shut yo corny ahh 😭💀🙏
Always hangs out on his grave. People find it weird asf bc why are you hanging out in THAT place?? There's a serial killer buried there..
Compliments Roxanne too so she doesn't feel left out :>
She documented his life and kept painting him until she finally killed herself, hoping to see Morte in the afterlife.
Ew cringe 🤢
I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS CRINGE OC INSERT SHIT @aestheticghostie 🙏🙏🙏
I JUST MADE HER YESTERDAY (02.25.23) LMAO I MIGHT REDO THIS AT SOME POINT
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Rowaelin month day three: Travel/vacation @rowaelinscourt
This exact situation happened to me and my family, and I thought I’d make the situation fit our precious Rowaelin.
CW: fluff, fun, mentions of nearly dying (not if you ask Rowan though)
Enjoy!
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The sun was shining, no clouds could be seen. The heat wouldn’t be so bad if the air wasn’t as humid, but it was. Rowan felt like he was constantly in a sauna with no escape, whereas Aelin was enjoying every bit of the hot weather, sunny sky and the occasional warm breeze.
“Come on, buzzard! Live a little!” Aelin laughed at Rowan’s grumpy face hiding under a beach umbrella. Aelin tried to tug him up from his seat to join her in the ocean, but Rowan was already done with their trip. And they weren’t even halfway through. He should’ve known Aelin would pick a location with way too many tourists, not enough activities around and a weather that kept him slightly uncomfortable at all times.
“Live a little? I’ll show you how to live a little,” Rowan grumbled as he got up, then suddenly threw Aelin over his shoulder and ran to the ocean, throwing Aelin in. Her screech was totally worth it, making Rowan laugh. When Aelin emerged from the water looking like a wet dog, Rowan couldn’t help but laugh even harder.
“I’m sorry, love, but you wanted me to, you were practically begging,” Rowan tried to say through the bouts of laughter. Aelin couldn’t help herself, seeing Rowan so carefree for a change made her happy and she joined the laughter.
“Okay, buzzard. You got me, we can be done with the beach for the day.”
Rowan’s kiss was well worth leaving the beach.
**
Their day had been fun, exploring the city and doing a little shopping. Rowan had found a tiny shop full of historic relics and Aelin nearly had to drag him out of there to get food. The weather was still as hot, but moving along the city streets, it didn’t feel as hot as it did on the beach. Aelin had apparently scouted the are and found the best restaurant already, and if there was one fact that anyone should know about Aelin Whitethorn-Galathynius, it was that you did not come between the golden-haired woman and her food.
As they were eating their late lunch, Aelin laid out her plan to a very interested Rowan.
“So one of the locals was talking about a small village on the side of the mountain, and apparently the view is magnificent. I was thinking we’d go there to watch the sunset.”
Rowan was very supportive of the idea, since he was the one who had wanted more activities and places to see through the week.
“Absolutely! We can rent a car to drive there,” Rowan excitedly told his wife. Aelin just nodded her confirmation and continued eating her massive plate of food. Rowan went back to his meat on a stick. It didn’t matter where they were, he would always find various versions of his favorite food.
**
It was a bit later now, and they were seated in their rental car heading towards the mountain, where their supposed village was located at.
“Are you sure this is the right way?” Aelin asked looking a bit concerned. Rowan squeezed her thigh in a comforting gesture.
“Yes, fireheart. I asked not one, but two of the locals, and the guy who rented the car told me that this was the only way up the mountain.” Her husband tried to ease Aelin’s mind, but it was a hard task. The road was in an awful condition, and there were no rails.
“There are goats, look! They’re so cute,” Aelin gushed, momentarily forgetting how scared she felt. Rowan’s gaze merely glanced at the goats, but it was enough. Another car came from around the corner, and Rowan had to do a quick swerving motion to pass the car. Unfortunately, the tires on Aelin’s side ended up grazing the side of the road – or edge more like it – and her terror came back doubled.
“WHY ARE WE GOING UP THE HILL OF DEATH?” Aelin screamed with her eyes tightly shut and her right hand gripping the door and her left squeezing Rowan’s.
“Love, this was your idea. Plus, we have to make it to the top, the road is far too slim, so we aren’t able to make a U-turn. Just a couple more turns, and we should be there. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”
He kept on driving as if nothing had happened, but Aelin was just a tiny bit afraid of heights, and the horrible mountain road did not help at all.
They finally made it out of the awful broken mountain road to a cobblestone road, where they stayed for maybe five seconds before making a turn to a gravel road.
“Just this one bit, and we’re there, love. You can open your eyes now,” Rowan chuckled and squeezed the hand Aelin was still holding onto. Slowly she managed to open her eyes, and awe took over. The village was beautiful. Small and quaint, and so beautiful Aelin wanted to cry.
“I booked us seats at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the mountainside, so we can watch the sunset as we eat dinner,” Rowan suddenly stated, the romantic side of him showing a little. He parked the car and helped Aelin out of her seat.
“We still have an hour before the dinner, so why don’t we go explore around a little?”
**
They did just that, and before long they were seated in what were apparently the best seats of the restaurant – probably the entire village. On their other side they could just see more mountain, as the village was located on the side of the mountain, but on their other side the view opened to a magnificent burst of colours, as the sun was slowly beginning to set. Far away they could see the ocean, and the entire city at the bottom of the mountain. The greens of the trees and other plants, beautiful flowers and the gorgeous buildings painted an unforgettable picture in Aelin’s mind.
“Okay, buzzard. This view… It’s the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen. The view was worth almost dying,” Aelin stated with awe in her voice.
“Almost dying? Ae- What? We did not almost die, Aelin,” Rowan blurted out before chuckling at the annoyed look that took over his wife’s face.
“You mean… That our car almost falling down the side of the mountain is not us almost dying? I’m pretty sure I saw my life flash before our eyes during those seconds of you trying to steer us back onto the road.” Aelin crossed her arms in front of her in a defensive gesture, which made Rowan laugh a little.
“You’re laughing at me now?” Aelin was getting mad.
“No, love. I swear I’m not laughing at you. It’s just… You have a tendency to blow things out of proportion sometimes. The car did not almost fall, and I had control of it at all times. I’d never put you in danger, fireheart,” he tried to explain to his wife, who did not want to hear it.
“We should just agree to disagree then. Now feed me, buzzard.”
**
After dinner and shopping at the local stores, they were heading back down the way they had come up. Except maybe they weren’t.
“Uhh, Rowan? I don’t want to sound like I’m whining or anything, but I’m pretty sure we did not come this far on a cobblestone road,” Aelin as just a hint of terror could be heard from her voice.
“What do you mean? I specifically remember a bit of cobblestone before the gravel road.”
“Yeah, that’s just it. A bit of it. Not this much. We’ve been driving for minutes now. And the houses are getting closer. I’m pretty sure we did not drive between houses like this. I’m also pretty sure that this road is not MEANT FOR CARS!” She screamed the last words and squeezed her eyes shut tightly again, as Rowan steered the car through an extremely narrow way.
Then a bump was heard.
“WHAT WAS THAT?” Aelin screamed in terror.
“Uh… it was just the side-view mirror,” Rowan sounded a bit flustered.
“JUST THE SIDE-VI- Rowan I swear to gods if you don’t admit to being wrong I-“ she started her rant before being interrupted.
“Okay, so maybe we didn’t come up on cobblestone this far – but at least we’re back on the mountain road now.”
“Somehow, I find this mountain road now comforting. Alright, buzzard. Let’s go down the road of death.”
They made it down safely and when they got home and recounted their story to their friends, Aelin simply shrugged off the near-death situation, which according to Rowan still wasn’t a near-death situation.
They just agreed to disagree.
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OC Kiss Week: 2023
Thank you @sunsetofdoom for letting me borrow Nan! I absolutely love her and I hope I did your butch girl justice!
Kiss Type: Romantic
Word Count: 578
Fandom: swtor
Fynta was an assassin. A damn good assassin. She never left a target alive, completed her tasks ahead of the deadline, and generally slept fine at night. After all, what was better than killing the Sith responsible for her rise to such a vaunted career?
Fynta also had a problem. A damn good problem, though there was room for argument. She was easily distracted. At the moment, that distraction bore an impressive crown of horns, biceps that could crack a varactyl egg, and hands built for crushing skulls. It should be a crime for pants to fit that tight and thighs to be that thick.
Movement forced Fynta’s leering back onto its appropriate target. She had a new reason to kill the slimy little Sith leaving the sabak table. Were it not for him, she’d be having a go at the pale Zabrak woman who’d downed enough booze to give Fynta a run for her money.
So far, the woman’s speech didn’t seem any the worse for wear, nor was her balance affected as she hurled another dart at the board across the cantina. A cheer went up, and Fynta’s target slipped through the crowd.
Fynta lost sight of the little Sith lord, forced to track him by the thin filaments of the Force that she’d attached when they bumped into each other earlier. It led to the stairs where the heavy thumps of a larger individual preceded Fynta. She wrapped herself in a blanket of the Force, pulling it tight enough to make her uncomfortable to look at, to skew the vision enough to make it glide past her. Anything more would be too difficult to hold while moving around obstacles. When the door slammed at the top of the stairs, Fynta ascended.
Following the trail of a haughty Sith who didn’t think to check for a tag was painfully easy. Fynta palmed the poison. This kill had to look like natural causes. Nox had a knack for alchemical brews that left no trace, and Fynta was his preferred delivery method. She bent to examine the lock, then froze when a door slid open behind her.
“I know you’re here.” Fynta held her breath as the beefy Zabrak from downstairs folded her arms and seemed to look directly at her. The snort she offered reminded Fynta of a nexu shuffling around for the scent of its prey.
Though her voice was rough, Fynta heard soothing undertones that reminded her of life in the clans. A warrior's teasing. “Cheap parlor tricks are cute, but what you really doing outside my door, honey.”
With her cover blown, Fynta pocketed the poison and plastered on her best grin as she released her stealth. “Secret admirer.”
“Weren’t so secret downstairs,” the woman argued, but Fynta saw a glint of mischief in her eyes. “You wanting something?”
They’d made enough noise to draw her target’s attention if he cared to look through his peephole. Fynta needed a diversion, and she saw absolutely no reason in hell why it couldn’t be the sexy mountain of a zabrak in front of her.
Taking the woman’s hand, Fynta pressed a light kiss to the back of her knuckles, flicking her tongue in a way that left little doubt about her motives. She cut her eyes up to meet the zabrak’s. “So many things.”
A grin slowly split the woman’s face as she stepped back into the room. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
#swtor#oc kiss week#sith fynta#mandalorian#sith assassin#easily distracted disaster girl#sunset oc: nan kris#zabrak
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Nosy anon asks! 6, 7, 8, 13, 14, 19, 25, 34, 35, 36, 41, 43
@karahalloway thank you for asking!!
Im copy/pasting a few of these that I got on a previous ask 😊
6: Age you get mistaken for
Hmmm.. I have no idea! All I know is people usually think my younger sister is older than me, so I do enjoy teasing her about that!
7: Have tattoos?
Yes 4! (thigh, ankle, back of neck, and upper arm.) I designed the one on my thigh
8: Want any tattoos?
Definitely want more! I have so many ideas lol
13: Biggest turn ons
Hmm.. a good sense of humor and back of the neck kisses. Also when someone is kind to strangers and just has an overall good attitude.
14: Biggest turn offs
Smells. Like please brush your teeth and shower. lol. Also a healthy amount of confidence is great, but over cockiness is a huge turn off. And arrogance.
19: A fact about your personality
Hmmm.. well if were going to get technical I am an INFJ. I have always been a day dreamer and usually an introvert
25: My idea of a perfect date
Maybe something without too many people around. Like a private dinner at a beach or in a cabin in the mountains. Then a movie and just relaxing together.
34: What I find attractive in women
Hmm the most attractive thing about a woman would probably be her eyes or lips
35: What I find attractive in men
Shoulders. God, I love some broad shoulders. Also, this is weird, but ankles. And also eyes.
36: Where I would like to live
I would like to move somewhere further North that actually has different seasons during the year lol. I live in Louisiana and it's hot and humid 24/7 here
41: Where I want to be right now
If I could be anywhere right now, I would want to go somewhere where I could just chill out and relax. Maybe a cabin in the mountains with snow.
43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately
Is it absolutely ridiculous to say my husband? Haha if he read this, his eyes would probably roll out of his head thinking I’m full of crap but it’s true. I swear he looks like Ben Affleck. But also, I have to say Xavier Serrano, because Ive been looking up pics of him for Maxwell in my fics and man.. He is 🔥
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“Now let’s wait till you get back to normal. I want it to be a surprise when we get to your clans compound and I start working my way with everyone.”
Max then decided to be ‘generous’ and handed Cho Cho the whole bag of chips so she had something to snack on while they wait. Course when she started, that’s when he pulled out and he watched her body struggle to stop shaking.
It took awhile but eventually there he stood, outside the Akimichi compound and waited for his bride to be to lead the way to the woman she had in mind for him. Every now and then he’d grope her ass if no one was around to see just to play with her.
Cho-Cho licked her lips as she easily finished off the packet of chips; moaning with every bite. Her free hand explored and played with her massive abd utterly cumflated body; every touch left her feeling ecstasy. A part of her wanted to stay this massive forever; another part knew she could quickly return to normal and be fucked this ginormous over and over again; letting Max turn her into his favourite fuckdoll. Cho-Cho quickly utilised a Clan Jutsu: Instant Calorie Absorption, the jutsu took effect quickly; causing her belly to shrink and make the rest of her thicker and thicker. Her tits were almost five cup sizes larger, and with her new thighs, hips, and ass; Cho-Cho practically blocked the entire alleyway with her body. It was like she had triggered some variation of the Akemichi gigantification jutsu.
"There! I'm normal again, now let's get married as soon as possible. I'm sure we could ask Lord Seventh to wed us if I asked." Cho-Cho didn't want to wait. She knew what her clan deserved, and her fellow Akemichi kunoichi and clan women deserved to know the esctasy that Max and his massive monster could give them. "But we can ask tomorrow, tonight; I'm watching you fuck and stuff Marui Akemichi stupid. I think I'll even reward you if you fuck her pregnant."
Cho-Cho grinned as she led Max deep into her clan's compound and found Marui's home and returned with a blushing housewife. Marui was in a set of tight mum jeans; the kind that barely made it over the massive shelf of an ass Marui had if she bounced up and down as she pulled them up. The denim was stretched out completely and looked like it was painted over her legs and ass. Get belly and tits were contained in a cheap red blouse; the buttons struggled to keep the top closed whenever Marui moved. Cho-Cho kissed the dark redheaded woman on the lips as she fondled Marui's body in full view of Max; giving her husband to be a massive show.
"Marui, I think you deserve a treat for being a mother and a talented Genin. So, I want you to taste and enjoy my husband to be; Max." Cho-Cho purred out as she wrapped her massive tits around Marui's head. "Look how big I am. I was even larger a few hours ago. I want every Akemichi woman to be massive; don't you want to be stuffed and full every hour of every day?"
A muffled, "Yes," could barely be heard from the valley of Cho-Cho's mountainous mammaries. Causing the Akemichi Clan Head to grin as she beckoned Max to her.
"You heard her, come and fuck her brains out."
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Chapter 10: A mother’s love
Hermes is wearing a golden and white plated torso with red feathered outline and white plated armored shorts with gold stripes embedded on the edges. He wore a golden helmet in the shape of a griffin. He's also relatively short, he has light skin,Hazel colored eyes, and a burn mark that reaches from his thigh to his calf. Mother grunts in pain due to the injury on her left shoulder and was bleeding heavily. She says, "Hermes where'd you take us?" Hermes replies, "We're in the outskirts of the village. He won't find us here unless we make a sound that's loud enough for him to hear." She replies, "Well, that's good to know. What about the others?" Hermes looks down and stays quiet. He clenches both of his fists, and in a soft and sad tone he says, "They didn't make it...They were collateral damage from the lightning bolts. Those things wiped out everything and everyone in an instant.I was barely able to escape it. After I did, that's when I heard you taunting Zeus. Your voice literally echoed throughout the entire village. I knew it was my queue to go and save you. Well, the three of you."
The Priest chuckles, and in a sarcastic tone says, " Ah yes, let me go ahead and commit taboo to anger the strongest God to ever exist. Surely that would end well." Mother lets go of my hand and proceeds to bitch smack the priest. She says, "Listen here you old fucking buffoon. It's do or die now, so if you're gonna start complaining then by all means go surrender yourself to the one you worship. Trust me, you'd be making it a lot easier for us." The Priest stays quiet and starts to clench his left fist. They look at each other for a few seconds. There's clearly some tension between those two. Honestly, I can kinda see why ,since he worships the god that she's trying to take down.
The Priest says, "Fuck you, you filthy woman. You tricked me into teaching you the history, and now I too must pay for your actions...no, they also had to pay the consequences of your actions...the innocent men, women, and children...You killed them all, not him. I warned you, didn't I? That there would be punishment? Yet, you still went in without thinking for a second as to what could happen. What if he got your son? You ever thought of that?" My Mother took a step back and replied, "No, that's where your wrong. If anything, I thought of every single possibility as to what the punishment could be, but this was one that I didn't see coming. Demons from the underworld were somehow released, and he's using them as an excuse to slaughter us. He doesn't care who's collateral damage, and he won't stop hunting us down until he knows that we're completely gone." Lightning starts to strike continuously in the middle of the village. We hear a loud roar come from Zeus. Hermes walks up to my mother and says, "He's gonna destroy all of the forest and mountains to find us. We have to get going before it's too late." Mother nods her head, and walks up to me. She picks me up and says, "How the hell are we supposed to get out of here without being noticed?" Hermes points at the top of the shortest mountain which was on the other side of the village and says, "That's our only shot. We have to move quickly and quietly to reach it." Mother replies, "Well, you are the fastest god so I don't see how that's a problem." Hermes takes off his helmet and reveals his sepia colored hair. He says, "If Zeus throws a lightning bolt then it'll be over for us, and the only reason I was able to save you all three of you was because I had already started running before he even grabbed the third bolt. I'm just barely faster than his lightning anyways. If I start running then he'll notice my golden trail. Another reason why he didn't notice me when I saved all of you was because my trail was covered by the flames and the fact he was already putting his attention on his aim. He knows it's me tho. I'm the only one who can escape his attacks"
Mother's jaw drops and starts to tease Hermes. She says, "Damn for the fastest god you're pretty fucking slow. How can you not outrun lightning? Haven't you been training at all?" Hermes gets embarrassed and throws his helmet into the dark. He sarcastically says, "At least I can outrun an old lady with a stick." Mother gets flustered, and replies, "Hey! That was just one time, and I was injured by the way!" She sticks out the
middle finger, and Hermes laughs, but quickly shuts his mouth. The Priest taps them both on the shoulder and says, "I just want to say that I hate you both, and I hope that after we get out of this you treat me to some good ass food." Mother chuckles and nods in agreement. She says, "There's the optimism! Alright lets get going."
We start heading into the vast darkness that engulfs the entire forest. The only source of light we have is the fire in the distance from the village itself, but that light can only reach so far so we're literally going in blind. We can hear different kinds of noises from insects and animals like crickets or hissing from snakes. The sound of wind blowing into the trees as Zeus' screams of frustration create winds that can even lift trees from its sheer force and velocity. Luckily for us, we're on a side of the forest where the winds are fast, but not strong enough to lift us. It seems that Zeus is just hoping for the best, but since he doesn't know where we are then he's just complainin like an ignorant child. The Priest trembles in fear, and in a scared, low, and trembling tone he says, "I don't want to die...I can't die here..." Mother and Hermes don't reply. They keep on moving as if there isn't an angry god going on a tantrum.
Zeus' starts to grab lightning bolts and throws them onto the already burned down village. He yells, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?! HERMES!!!! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!!! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU'VE LEFT YOUR HOME?!?! I LOST COUNT!! A DISOBEDIENT CHILD LIKE YOU DESERVES TO BE PUNISHED!!! YOU KNOW, YOUR UNCLE HADES WOULD BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!!!" Thunder roars and echoes throughout the skies. Hermes clenches his and softly says, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. My uncle was a great god, and he will pay for what he did." Mother rushes to Hermes, but before she could get to him we start to fall, but before we hit the ground Hermes had already caught both of us and says, "Oh shit, Serenity you're bleeding a lot. You imbecile! What did you do?!" Mother replies, "Long story short, I fought a demon and almost got my ass handed to me. It seems that the extreme blood loss is getting to me." Hermes puts me down right next him and says, "If that's the case then we have to make it there quick."
Hermes picks up mother, and gives her a piggy back ride. Hermes asks, "Hey Pluto, you think you can walk the rest of the way?" I reply, "Yes sir! You can count on me!" I give him and thumbs up. He smiles and reaches his hand out to me. He says, "Here, you can hold on to it if you want." I hold his hand and we continue to make our way. Mother groans very quietly, and softly says, "Thank you Hermes..." Hermes smirks and replies, "My pleasure, but save your breath, ok?" Mother nods, and closes her eyes.
We walk for what seemed to be a few hours, and Zeus has been quiet for some time. The winds have completely stopped, the insects have stopped making noises, and the snakes have stopped hissing. Hermes whispers, "Halt." We all stop moving, and The Priest starts to tremble in fear. My butt clenches, and I hold in my tears. I can't make any noise or we're all dead. The Priest whispers, "Why hasn't he done anything for the last few hours?" Hermes doesn't reply, but shushes him instead.
Hermes slowly moves forward and says, "We're not alone." We put our backs against each other to see if anything comes popping out of the dark. After a few seconds of silence we hear leaves crumble. As if something was moving, but very slowly. Low growling was heard a few feet in front of me, and it got closer with every second that passed. Hermes looks into its direction, and prepared for combat. He lowered his knees as if getting ready to sprint, and held my mother even tighter on his back. He whispered, "Both of you, get behind me right now." We very slowly and carefully move behind Hermes. The Priest quietly asked, "What could it even be?" The growling grew closer, and the leaves crumbled even louder.
Eventually revealing a silhouette of a bald creature with two long arms. It crawled closer with its two long black nails, and then it stopped. We were staring at each other for what felt like years, but it was only my fear that made me think that. The creature put both of its nails in front of its entire body, and lunged itself to me, but then Hermes kicked it down in the blink of an eye. It was gonna let out a loud shriek, but before it could Hermes kicked it on its jaw horizontally. He kicked it so fast that its head started spinning which led to its vocal chords ripping apart. It couldn't make a sound. He then pierced its chest which killed it in an instant. Hermes says, "I thought Zeus killed them all, but it looks like some were smart enough to escape into the forest." The Priest replied, "Some of the demons survived...?" Hermes nods and says, "We have to be extra careful from now on. Luckily, this one was missing half of its body so it only had one heart."
Mother groans in pain, and quietly asks, "What happened...?" Hermes looks at her, and gasps. He quietly exclaims, "Serenity...your skin...its pale!! Holy shit! At this rate you're gonna die from blood loss!!" Mother chuckles, and slaps the back of his head. She says, "You fool...you really think that this...this is enough to kill me...? I ain't dying...til I know my son survives past tonight.." Hermes grits his teeth and says, "Let's hurry it up then." We continue to move forward into the woods. The Priest says, "Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?" Hermes replies, "Sure, we could use one right now." The Priest smirks and asks, " What do unicorns eat?" Hermes confused replies, "Uhh I don't know. What is it?" The Priest chuckles and says, "Greek yogurt."
Hermes stayed quiet and Mother groaned in pain again. She slowly lifted her head and softly says, "Dude...that was fucking terrible." Hermes chuckled and replies, "Well, at least he tried. Honestly I'd rather feel awkward than feel hopeless." The Priest shrugs it off and says, "Well, I can agree with that." We head forward, and the short mountain is actually visible now. Hermes says, "We're almost there. Just a little bit more and this'll all be over." The sounds of thunder start to appear out of nowhere. Little droplets of rain start to fall, and then we heard Zeus yawn. Hermes' eyes widen and he starts to shake. His face grew pale, he starts to sweat, and his breathing got even faster. He says, "I can't believe it...I thought we were safe..." The Priest replies, "What? What's going on?" Hermes stops moving, and slowly looks back at the priest. He says, "The reason why Zeus hasn't said anything, or why the winds stopped...was because he's been sleeping this entire time."
Mother replies, "It's fine, he hasn't...noticed us...ugh...yet." Hermes nods and says, "You're right. Come on, let's keep on going. We're almost there." We continue walking towards the mountain, but then that's when we heard Zeus roar louder than before. His shout which was filled with rage and hatred made the winds blow stronger than before, and rain poured harder than ever. He yelled, "I HAVE AWOKEN FROM MY POWER NAP!!! YET, I CAN STILL FEEL YOUR PRESENCE!!! SERENITY!!! IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT?!?! YOU PUT ME TO SLEEP!!!! YOU CALMED ME DOWN TO THE POINT OF SLUMBER!!! HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!" Lightning slammed into the tress behind us causing a wild fire to start. It spread quickly throughout the forest eventually getting to us. Hermes quietly exclaims, "We have to hurry now!! Before the fire catches us!!" We start to sprint towards the mountain hoping we can outrun the flames that were chasing us.
I start to fall behind since my small feet can't catch up to them. I exclaim, "Wa-" before I could finish my sentence Hermes quickly picks me up and holds me with one arm. He catches up to the the priest and runs beside him. He asks, "Hey man, you ever loved someone before?" The Priest replies, "That's a bit of a random question." Hermes smirks and says, "Just trying to make conversation while we try to escape death." The priest chuckles and replies, "Yes, I did once love a woman by the name of Seraphine. She was gorgeous, and was the nicest lady you could ever meet. She was a brunette, with yellow eyes, dark skin, she was pretty tall, and always wore a red gown. Don't ask me why because even I didn't know. We got married with four kids. Three girls and one boy. We lived the happiest eight years of our lives until my wife got very sick. She had leprosy which gave her blisters all around her body. We tried everything we could do to save her, but nothing worked. Eventually, she passed on without even getting to see her kids turn ten years old. After my wife's death, I had built the palace of blessings. She loved talking about the gods, and so I made that place as a memorial for her, but it eventually became a safe haven for the people of the village. Something about it gave it this feeling that your sins were being lifted and it made you feel free. A few years after I built the palace, all three of my little girls became ill and died on the same day. While my son mysteriously disappeared."
The priest shed a tear, but it got immediately evaporated from the heat that surrounded us. Hermes pats him on the shoulder and says, "I'm sure they'll be proud of the fact that you've been living your life, and haven't given up at all, but before I continue what's your name?" The priest replied, "My name is Zephyr." Hermes nods and says, "Zephyr...that's an interesting name. Not many have it. Your parents are very smart for giving you such a unique name." Zephyr laughs and says, "Thank you, I am honored to be complimented by a god." Thunder roared louder and lightning struck the ground again creating an even bigger fire. Mother groans and says, "Look...we're at the bottom of the mountain..." Hermes smiles and says, "Yeah..we're here!"
The priest jumps in joy with sweat dripping down from his entire body. I mean, even I'm sweating from the intense heat. Zephyr says, "Come on let's hu-" his sentence gets interrupted by multiple loud shrieks coming from within the fire. Hermes looks back and says, "What the hell?" Zephyr looks into the direction of the shrieks and says, "There's no way..." multiple demons crash through the flames revealing themselves to us. Mother looks at them, and says "one...two...four...ten...there's too many to count. We're completely outnumbered." The demons rush to us without hesitation. I can see their saliva dripping from their mouths. Their nails piercing through the ground with each step. Mother says, "Hermes, put me down." Hermes hesitates as he thinks that's a horrible idea especially with her current condition. Zephyr says, "Is this it? Is this how I go out?" Hermes lets out a sigh and puts both mother and I down.
The demons quickly surround us in the shape of a circle, and roar at us. The fire get nearer with each passing second. We all put our backs against each other, and mother says, "Hermes..make a path...leading straight to the mountain..." Hermes replies, "Yes ma'am." Hermes gets in a running stance, and takes off plowing through multiple demons. Ten demons lunge at mother, but before they could reach her she creates a shockwave from her words. She chants, "Your screams and anger shall be silenced by the shallow tranquility that lies deep within your souls." The shockwave passes through the ten demons which led them stop their attack and calm down. She took this opportunity to take off each of their hearts with her working arm, and kill them off.
Zephyr asks, "How the hell am I supposed to do anything? I don't have any weapons nor powers. I'm useless in this battle." The flames grew bigger as the battle wages onward. I'm scared and my small hands and feet can't do anything, but stand still waiting for all of this to be over. The sight of my mother fighting these monsters head on even when she's been heavily injured astounded me. I felt somewhat safe knowing that she's here to protect me. Rain pours even harder and we hear Zeus yell again in frustration. He shouts, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?! WHERE DID YOU ALL GO GOD DAMNIT!!!!" He throws another bolt into the other side of the forest creating another wild fire. Hermes plows through more demons to make sure they don't attack me or Zephyr, but he didn't notice the demon that was lurking on the outskirts of the fires. That things snuck by both my mother and Hermes eventually reaching both Zephyr and I. The demon sprints in front of me and roars into my face. I start to cry out for help, but then Zephyr shuts my mouth with his hand.
He says, "I'm done watching anyone else die tonight. I can't bare to see another child fall to the hands of these fiends anymore." The demon swings its nail to try and cut Zephyr, but he narrowly escaped it by moving backwards. He grunts in pain because it managed to graze his entire chest. He puts me down and says, "run to your mother while you still can." I do as he says and sprint towards my mother who is fighting as I move towards her. I run without looking back until I hear a shriek of pain come out from Zephyr. The demon pierced through his chest and bit his neck. It ripped it off and began to eat him. Hermes stops running and looks at Zephyr's lifeless body was being devoured by the demon without any remorse. He hold his mouth and a tears falls from his face. In the blink of an eye he killed the demon and ripped its head off.
The flames spread even closer and reached my mother. Demons kept appearing, and she kept killing them. Hermes ran to help her, but we were running out of time due to the fire. My mother says, "There's too many of them. They just keep coming, but how? I thought Zeus killed all of them?" Hermes replied, "It's the punishment. It won't be undone until the one who committed the taboo has atoned for their sin." My mother stayed quiet and kept killing the demons with Hermes. Ripping each heart out without hesitation. Hermes stops sprinting and puts his back against hers. He says, "Let me guess, you want me to buy you time?" She replies, "If you can, I would be grateful" Hermes replies, "Go to him." She stops fighting and starts running towards me.
Hermes gets rid of all the demons that try to get in her way until she eventually reaches me. She crouches down and puts her hand on my face. She sheds a tear and says, "My son, oh my perfect child." She weeps as she says these words, but she tries her absolute hardest to smile. She says, "You are the best things that has ever happened to me, ok? Don't ever doubt that not even for a second." I reply, "Mommy? Is everything gonna be ok? Why does this sound like a goodbye?" My mother's tears fall faster and she starts to bite her lip. She says, "No son, this isn't goodbye. You'll see me again someday. After you've lived your life, after you've made family, friends, and memories. You will see me again on the other side, ok?" I start to cry and reply, "Mommy I don't want you to go!" She passes her fingers through my hair and puts her forehead on mine. She asks, "Can you promise me something?" I reply, "Yes mommy anything!" She smiles and replies, "Promise me that you'll be strong. That you will live your life to the absolute fullest, and that no matter how hard it gets you remember these words. Even if I'm destined to suffer then I will face it head on, and defy the destiny that has been given to me for I will keep getting up no matter how many times I fall. Promise me you'll remember that." I nod my head, and boogers start to come out of my nose. She wipes them off with her dress and kisses my forehead. She slowly lets go of my face , and runs towards the demons. She says, "Hermes! Grab Pluto and go now!" Hermes replies, "What?! Are you crazy?! You'll die!!" Mother laughs and says, "This is this literally the only way!!"
Hermes clenches his fist and sprints to me immediately grabbing me. Mother shouts, "HEY YOU FOUL DEMONS!!! I'M HERE!!!" They all look at her and lunge at her. Her right shouldee gets pierced, her left leg gets sliced off, and her right hand gets bitten. I yell, "MOMMY NOOO!!!!!" Hermes yells, "SERENITY!!!" My mother shouts, "HERMES WHATEVER YOU DO!! DON'T LOOK BACK AFTER THIS AND RUN!!!" She takes a deep breath as the demons slowly eat her, and lets out a scream that echoes throughout the entire forest. Zeus replies, "I SEE!!! SO THAT'S WHERE YOU WERE HIDING!!!" He hysterically laughs as he lifts his hand up in the air, and brings it back down to reveal a giant pillar of lightning forming in the clouds. Big enough to destroy everything around us. Hermes immediately starts running, but everything turns into slow motion for me.
I can see my mother smiling as she sees us run away, and she has blood pouring out of her eyes and mouth. The pillar of lightning immediately hits the ground, but Hermes is so fast that even though we're in it. We can't even feel the burns. However, I can see my mother die in the distance. Her flesh melts into her bones, and the demons all start to immediately perish alongside with her. I can hear the agony in my voice as I call out for my mother, but its no use. She's already gone, and we're now too far away. Hermes wept as he ran, and murmured the words, "He'll pay." Multiple times, and got faster as he continued running. Eventually, we couldn't even see the mountains anymore. He had ran into a completely different area, and kept running. After that, my whole world started to collapse into darkness. Hermes disappeared into thin air, and my eyes closed.
Morpheus appears before me from within the darkness, and wipes a tear coming out of my eye with his thumb. He says, "I'm sorry, but this one appeared to be the one you needed to see." I stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then asked, "So why is Zeus targeting me...?" Morpheus softly replies, "I can't tell you that either. You have to find that out on your own too." I clench my fist and yell, "WHAT WAS THE POINT OF SHOWING ME THAT THEN?!?! WHY DID MY MOTHER GET KILLED BY ZEUS?!?! WHY?!?! WHY?!?! WHY?!?!?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION?!?! WHERE DO I GO?!?!" I kneel down, and softly say, "Where do I go..." Morpheus replied, "That I can answer. You must go to the Valley of death. There, you will meet someone who may have the answers you're looking for." I reply, "Are you sure?" Morpheus replies, "Yes, that should be it." I stand up and clench my fists. Morpheus says, "Oh, and when you find out what it is you're looking for. What is it you're going to do next?" I look at him and reply, "I'm going to kill Zeus."
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Small piece of Rie & Sho
“Maman, look!”
“Mm, what’s this dear?”
Rie accepted the boy’s excited offering with a warm smile, eyes creasing. He handed her a paper scrawled with a chaotic image, and as she looked down her heart leapt.
“Oh honey,” she said quietly. “It’s lovely.”
The picture depicted three figures, two standing hand in hand with the third some ways off. They were surrounded by tiny little creatures with smiling faces. Rie could immediately tell it was a drawing of her, Sho, and the masksmith. She’d have to show it to Gheriun the next time he came.
Her thoughts turned to the Mask Seller. As of late, he had been showing up less and less often. She had tried to tell herself that the move to the mountains had simply made it more difficult for him; even with his methods, they were located deep in the Rift, making even fast travel hard. However, as time wore on and his visits grew more infrequent, Rie had begun to worry.
They had not even planned to be as involved as they had been, so she supposed she should be grateful, and it wasn’t as though theirs was a relationship of romantic love. They cared for one another as friends and shared a love for Sho, but their lives were their own. Rie suspected that Gheriun had his own personal troubles, though he was careful to keep his life out of their discussions.
Still, the last few months had seen a marked progression of her illness. The dark discoloration had spread, starting from her abdomen and thighs and snaking up her chest and down her legs. Spots had begun to blossom across her body, growing with every week. The other day she had even woken up to see a dark blemish spreading beneath her right eye. It had made her heart stop as she stared into the mirror.
When her remaining attendant had seen her, even she had backed away in horror.
It had not mattered what the doctors said; the others feared Rie’s strange disease, afraid they too might be afflicted. She had lost her small circle of friends and associates, until only her family and Gheriun dared to come near her. The attendant was the last one outside of the doctors to stay by her side, and Rie had been unable to force the woman to stay upon seeing her reaction.
Still, her biggest worry had been what Sho would think, but the boy had carried on as though nothing had changed.
His own health had been turbulent, with bouts of fever following the strange trances he had started to fall into. They fascinated her father to no end, but Rie was only terrified. Sho’s eyes would grow distant as he’d speak in rapid-fire, cryptic prose. During the worst episodes blood would pour from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
After, he would remember nothing, and would fall into a fever lasting days at a time. The episodes seemed to be growing more frequent the older he got, and Rie could not help but worry even as her father carefully recorded every one.
His attitude toward her son had always been cold and distant except for where his research applied. He would put on a smile and pretend to be a kind grandfather, but Rie could recognize his masks.
Her mind was filled with doubt as to his intentions; for so long he had convinced her of the righteousness of his actions, that this would not only benefit Sho but the world. Yet no amount of honeyed words could stay the growing worry in her chest.
Something about her father’s attitude and actions didn’t add up. Even as her body deteriorated, Rie had begun to investigate everything she could back at the power plant, and even now scrounged the shrine for any shred of information. The questions in her head only grew, clanging about loudly and forcing her awake in the middle of the night. Her dreams had become murky and panicked, seeming to always culminate in something horrible happening to Sho, to him being taken away from her.
“Maman?”
“Mm?”
Snapped out of her thoughts by her son’s hand on her shoulder, Rie turned and grinned. She cupped her fingers over his.
“I was just thinking we should show your father.”
“Mm.”
Sho’s face scrunched up at her words, thick brows like her own furrowing tightly.
“What is it?” she asked.
The boy puffed out his cheeks, glancing away.
“Why’s he never here anymore?”
Startled by his question, Rie grasped for the right thing to say.
“Mm, weeell,” she began, finger to her chin. “You see, he’s really, reaaally busy. He’s working hard so that you can be happy.”
Her son scowled, rosy cheeks contorted. He didn’t look convinced in the least.
“But maman, he should be here. With you.”
Rie let out a small sigh, smiling wearily.
“We can’t always get what we want, dear.”
She patted his cheek lightly.
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