#love when the sun shines through the forest like this <3

[happyheidi]

𝖩𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖮𝗌𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾

#cottagecore #love when the sun shines through the forest like this <3 #nature #naturecore #photography #warmcore #forest #forestcore #sunshine #cottage aesthetic

[starzwithapen]

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JOHN DORY / READER ☆ START A LOVE TRAIN

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☆Summary: John Dory's first meeting with Rhonda and her owner, you!

☆Content: reader is gender neutral, first meeting!! Gonna make a part 2 exploring their relationship more :3

☆a/n: I FUCKING HATE HIM [affectionate] my first worrkk pls leave feedback if youd like it helps a ton!! :3

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The day John Dory met you and Rhonda was simultaneously one of the worst and best days of his life.

He'd been hiking- nothing out of the ordinary for him, maybe one venomous spider he'd had to fight off, but so far so good! The sting of the cold air against his cheeks quelled his thoughts, made him feel accomplished, in a way.

But he must've been distracted- he was a little more careless than usual, overestimating his own strength and struggling to pull himself upwards, his legs dangling over the edge- he could feel a tick of nerves in the back of his mind, but pfftt, John Dory's got this! He's done this a million times-

Next thing he knows, the rock holding his legs up collapses, and down he goes with it, tumbling over harsh terrain while the wind rushing past his ears drowns out his yelling.

After many very painful seconds of straight up rolling down this cliff, John Dory groans in pain, dusting himself off and pushing himself upwards, except- oh, shit, okay, ow, something’s very wrong with his ankle.

He hisses and grabs onto the skin, pulling his goggles up to inspect it- it appears swollen, and he realises with a frustrated groan that he'd managed to twist his ankle miles away from the nearest safe-house.

Well- looks like he'll have to camp outside for the night, wouldn't be the first nor last time, but it'll be significantly more difficult with a leg that refuses to cooperate with you.

He rushes through setting up camp, wanting to just sleep the pain off till his foot got better, but just as he sets his head down on the pile-of-leaves-that-vaguely-resemble-a-pillow, he hears distant rustling.

That's not odd- it'd be weirder for the forest to be quiet, if anything, animals are always trudging along no matter the time of day- what's odd is how loud the sound is, feet papping against the floor in heavy strides, coming closer and closer towards him.

John Dory sits up in a flash, suddenly regretting how shittily he'd camouflaged his camp- his eyes widen towards the oncoming noise, having just enough time to snatch a stick and hold it out threateningly, though his hands shake and tremble.

“Hey! I have a- uh, a really sharp stick, and I'm not afraid to use iiIIITTT-”

The stick goes flying out of his grasp, and he gets the breath absolutely slammed out of him as something huge jumps onto him, rumbling atop him and- eugh, was it licking him?! Was this how he died, after all these years?! Eaten alive by a-

“Down, girl- stop that, you're scaring him!” the thing finally lets up on trying to swallow him whole, standing back on its hind-legs and cooing at you excitedly, and it's then that he notices you.

“Gods, I'm really sorry- she's not usually like this-” you reach over with a grimace to wipe the wet mess of saliva and glitter off his cheeks with your sleeve, and all JD can do is stare at you, star-struck. One minute he was facing his impending doom, and now he was facing the prettiest person he'd ever set his eyes on, and though he's certain it's night time he feels as though you're shining the sun's rays straight at him.

You smile nervously and pat his attacker's leg, “She wasn't actually going to eat you- or at least I don't think she was? You can never quite tell with Rhonda.”

Okay, John Dory had lived on his own amongst nothing but the trees and mountains for years, so excuse him for not being particularly eloquent when all he blurts out is “John.”

You and Rhonda blink at him comically for a moment, and he feels his cheeks flush under his fur-lined vest. No one's ever caught him off gaurd like this before.

“That's…not my name, but good guess anyways.” You check over him as if he's concussed, and he tries not to frown at the scrunch in your nose as you take in his camp.

“It's my name- John Dory.” He flashes you a charming smile, though he assumes the effects are dampened by the mess of glitter and dirt still smeared across his face, “and can I get yours, or can I just call you mine?”

Silence stretches on between you both, his smile getting more strained by the minute- why hadn't that worked? That always worked, at least when Spruce did it! You were supposed to be- swooning, or something! Not looking at him like he's sprouted a second head!

You cut through the tension with a gasp, and he follows your gaze down to his badly-damaged leg, now with extra bloodied scrapes, “Oh god, that looks rough- did Rhonda do this?” He doesn't have time to tell you that no, actually, it wasn't your fault, when you turn around and scold your…armadillo? He feels his lips quirk up- you looked pretty cute like that, like a disgruntled parent.

“Well, you can come inside and I'll wrap it up for you- you shouldn't leave it out in the open like that.” You wave him over, grabbing onto his hand to pull him into the door, and he feels his skin burn pleasantly where you both touch.

And that's how it starts. JD walks inside the armadillo bus, Rhonda, marvelling at the warmth. Though you hadn't given him your name yet, he felt as though he could trust you- you seemed like someone who values honor and helping others, however bluntly or awkwardly you may go about it.

You wrap his leg with gauze and a healing salve, and he fills the room with chatter- it'd been so long since he'd last seen another soul, he didn't realise just how…lonely he'd felt. You don't speak much of yourself, probably staying cautious, but you do seem curious about his stories, and the twinkle in your eye urges him to speak with a little more pomp than usual.

Your voice turns more concerned as you ask what he'd been doing camping out in the open like that- he'd told you of the trail he planned to follow, though he'd skipped the part where he fell off-course. He tells you of how he'd wanted to end up somewhere warmer by the time winter really hit, sighing to himself. “I'll just have to stock up on fire-wood, maybe invest in a flame-thrower.”

“I mean….we can take you there.” You offer in a quiet voice, your gaze stubbornly set on the floor, “It's still a pretty long drive, but better than 2 months walking on a sprained ankle, especially with how gnarly it looks.”

John Dory's conflicted- the offer sounds heavenly. He pictures waking up to your warmth day by day, helping you gather breakfast, travelling with a companion, for once, but….he'd left to the middle of nowhere for a reason. He wanted to distance himself from his old habits, his old expectations of himself and others.

Though….you seemed to be just as- if not more- capable than him. He wouldn't need to be a pillar for you to lean all your weight against, nor the pressure that turns coal into shining diamond- you two could simply…have each other's backs. Maybe…maybe this could work out, at least for a little while.

John Dory tilts his head up and takes one look at your welcoming smile to make up his mind.

"Can't say no to your pretty face, now can I?"

This time you snicker behind your hand at his awful flirting, but he catches it just in time- and he knows this'll be the start of something great.

#john dory x reader #trolls #trolls x reader #trolls john dory x reader #x reader #ok sorry I dont like putting stuff in main tags </3 thats it for tags #starzwrites #PLS LEAVE FEEDBACK IT HELPS A LOT !! #i hope this was enjoyable even tho it was shorter than I wanted :[ had to split into 2 parts ....

[saintship]

humbly would like to request konig seeing s/h scars on his s/o for the first time :’)

fun fact i got dumped one time over em one time, my ex saw em on my thigh and was like “yeah no”

First of all I’m hunting this fucker down, what the hell??

People who get stranger’s IP’s do your shit

I’m so sorry that happened to you, that little boy did not deserve you, I hope you enjoy<3

SIDE NOTE I saw a headcanon on tiktok saying “König is NOT shy” And I kinda loved that so I tried to explore it a bit

Warnings: S/H scars, revealing of traumatic events

König x Reader

Outer Patrol

Of all the assignment you cycled through, outer patrol was the easiest on the eyes. The forest surrounding the base consisted of thin birch trees packed together, so that slivers of sunlight would reach through and grace the east grounds. Your favorite was the early morning outer patrol with König—he shared your fascination with the forest, and slung a loose arm around you when it had been truly freezing last winter.

Now, in the warmth of July, the sun casted its light aggressively through the gaps of branches and leaves, the humid air clouding your thoughts.

The sticks and leaves crumpled under both of your boots, König bringing up the rear on the narrow path.

“Do you think there are bears out here?” You murmur, looking carefully through the gaps of the trees.

“Nein. We make too much noise..” König pointed out. The camp certainly made itself known during artillery drills.

You hum, letting the air settle in silence again. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks, causing König to nearly topple you over.

“Hey!”

“Sh!” You hold up a gloved hand, staying as still as possible. Slowly, you lifted the other to point ahead of you, where a fox pawed at the ground, investigating the lush grass.

“That’s not a bear.” König’s whisper nearly made you laugh, but you swatted his shoulder instead, smiling.

“He’s so cute..” you whisper. The fox lifted its head, spotting the two of you and bounding away quickly.

“I guess it’s not too loud for him.” You turn around and walk backwards to face your partner as the path widens ahead.

“Maybe we’ll see kits in the spring.” König said softly.

“Aw..” You cooed at the thought, smiling.

The path continued, but there was a faint fork that led off to the right.

“Have you seen this?”

König shook his head.

You pushed back a branch, stepping through the threshold. The path was littered with overgrown ferns, bushes, and a few fallen logs you had to vault over. Finally, the path opened to a clearing, where a small stream expanded into a large pond nestled underneath a trickling waterfall. The rocky ledge slanted down, the falling water sparkling beneath the late morning sunshine.

“Oh..my god..” you breathed. You turned to see König’s reaction; he was transfixed on the water, his eyes shining under the dark paint and hood.

“This is insane..” you knelt by the water, removing a glove to feel the temperature. “Not bad. I bet people used to swim here.”

Suddenly, König’s pager buzzed, and he was broken from his trance to retrieve the device from his hip.

“König, outer patrol..” He greeted.

“Price is tellin’ me to inform everyone off base to not come back until the afternoon; apparently we’ve got more people than we’re supposed to have on the property, and the hounds are here earlier than he thought.”

Simon’s voice rang gruffly through the transmitter, sounding irritated.

“So just don’t come back for a few hours, yeah?”

“Ja.” König replied.

“Thanks, Ghost!” You called from where you knelt at the water.

“Whatever.” The line clicked, leaving them alone with the sound of running water again.

“Well, we couldn’t have been in a luckier spot to stay put.” You stated, pulling off your backpack. You set down your gun next to it and hugged your knees, watching the water.

“That is true.” König conceded. He shed the bulk of his gear, along with his weapon, but remained standing, wandering along the shoreline. He knelt for a moment, seemingly inspecting something, before standing again and tossing a stone sideways, the rock skidding a total of four times before plunging into the water.

“Woah!” You got to your feet, walking over to him. “You could go Olympic..” You found a stone that seemed thin enough, turning it over in your ungloved hand.

“Just turn your hips. Put your soul into it.” König instructed, enacting his ridiculous stone-skipping stance. You laughed a bit, but followed his direction, skipping the rock twice.

“Ha!” You threw your arms up, connecting your hands with König’s for a double high five.

“Not bad..” He chided.

The sun rose in the sky over the next hour, you and König perfectly content with skipping rocks, wrestling, and splashing each other. All the movement combined with the beating sun made for a layer of sweat underneath your uniform.

“Wish we could swim; I’m melting..” you laid on your back dramatically, feeling the warm stones through your shirt.

“Why not?”

“Because, we have work, and someone might- hey!” You sat up, gaping as König lifted his shirt. He was careful to keep his hood on, but dared to strip of his pants, boots and socks.

“What are you doing?” You couldn’t help but smile at his tenacity.

“Just to my waist!” König gestured to his bare torso, his black briefs and hood being the only fabric left on him. You watched as he waded in, the muscles of his back enough to have a warmth climb your neck. You look away, feeling uncertain about ogling your coworker.

“It’s so nice!”

You turned back to see him hip-deep, running his hands back and forth along the surface. The definition of his chest and shoulders was criminal, accentuated by the patterns of light reflecting off the water’s surface.

“Come on!”

“No way!” You grinned, trying to hide the sense of dread the idea brought onto your mind.

“I am willing to use force!”

“Oh, god..” you sighed, removing your boots and socks. You waded to your shins, rolling up your pants so they didn’t get wet. The water was cool, washing away the sweat prickling on your legs. “Happy?”

“I don’t think so..” He sang, wading back to the shore. The water cascaded down his lower stomach, along his thighs. You found yourself furiously studying the pebbles at your feet, rendering you unaware of König’s attack.

He lifted you from the water with damp hands, ready to drop you in the further depths. You yelped, laughing but terrified of coming back with a soaked uniform.

“Alright! Alright!” You shouted. “I’ll get in, crazy!”

A gentle laugh rumbled from his chest, which sounded right by your ear as he set you down. You had felt the muscle of his chest through just a layer of fabric; the thought enough for you to avoid his eyes.

With all the laughter, you almost forgot the reason you didn’t want to undress in the first place. While König returned into the water, you pulled off your shirt, your sports bra being the only covering for your chest. The high-waisted underwear that you wore so your belt didn’t dig dents into your skin acted as bottoms, but you were hesitant to remove your pants. König noticed your labored breathing, returning to your side again.

“You don’t have to..if you really don’t want to.” He said gently, holding out a surrendering hand.

“No, it’s not..I just..” you sighed, irritated, and sat down in the sand.

“Is there something bothering you?” König’s gentle question shouldn’t have made you shrink the way it did.

“I’m sorry I pressured you, I didn’t-"

“König, it’s not your fault.” Your words escaped a bit snappier than usual, your shame building into frustration. “It’s..there are parts of myself you haven’t seen. Things that might upset you.”

König continued to look in your eyes, his concern drifting to confusion.

“There is nothing I would hold against you..” he assured. “If you want to do this, you shouldn’t hold yourself back, it’s alright.”

His words grounded you. He was right; a bodily feature is not grounds for hiding yourself away for the rest of your life when you don’t want to.

You nod, finding it easier to just get to it. Your belt came off first, the sound of the sliding leather deafening in the air of trickling water and chittering birds. Sliding your pants down your legs, the scars stretching over your thighs seemed especially defined under the sunlight. You discarded your pants, resisting the urge to cover yourself. You heard an intake of breath from König; a noise of realization.

“That is why you didn’t want to?” He asked gently.

“Scars like these don’t sit well with most people.” You murmur. Standing, you wade fully into the water, letting the water come up to your shoulders. König followed quietly, the same depth with his height letting the water only reach his sternum.

“I don’t think of you differently.” He admitted softly. “I’m honored you trust me to share something like that..I believe you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

You study his eyes for a moment, the water around you soothing your worries. “Really?”

König nodded, then let the silence stretch its legs between the two of you for a moment.

“Do you wanna go under the waterfall?” König asked.

You smiled. “Your hood will get wet..”

He hummed in realization. “I suppose you’ll have to go under for two?”

You laugh gently, swimming toward the waterfall with a splash at his chest. The water fell gently, soaking your hair and cooling your scalp.

“That’s nice..” you murmured, your eyes closed. “They’re totally going to know..”

Opening your eyes, you spot König already looking your way. The water is deep enough here that the edge seams of his hood are dipping into the water.

“I think it was worth it..”

You know he doesn’t mean it was worth it to escape the heat. Or threaten to dunk you underwater, or watch you tilt your head back under a glittering waterfall. You’d admitted something raw—deeply personal. There was a tie that bound you now, separate from that military based trust that everyone shared. With the others, you’d devoted the sacrifice of your body; your role in the fight. But to one Colonel, you had devoted your mind.

#cod requests #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig x fem reader #könig x you #könig modern warfare

[sugarygetoo]

flower fields where love is grown

-> pairing: diluc x fem! reader.

-> cw/ tw: none

-> wc: 1.2k

-> an. hi y’all! i’m so excited to be able to share this fluffy story to help y’all heal from the angstyness that yena has been posting. i did my best with going through and editing this to make sure it’s the best for you all! i hope everyone enjoys <3

main masterlist. | genshin impact masterlist.

✎ xoxo, viz

The field of asters and cecilias were not a common sight together but they fit perfectly, complimenting each other in a uniquely simple way. Accompanied by the gentle blowing wind and the sweet, sweet smell of flowers paired with delicious desserts. A small but elegant stone cottage sat in the middle of said flower field, giving the most beautiful sights that someone could enjoy. 

In the antique window of the cottage, sat the master of Mondstadt’s wine industry himself, reading a newspaper and drinking some homemade dandelion tea. Not far from the redhead sat his wife, sewing up one of his damaged coats that had torn from one of his battles as the Dark Knight Hero.

Nevertheless, the couple quietly enjoyed each other’s company as they had their respective cups of tea beside them. A vase of cecilias and windwheel asters were placed on the table between which Diluc and lover sat. 

Now you may be wondering, ‘how did someone as serious and grumpy as Diluc manage to get married? Especially to someone as sweet and gorgeous as his wife?’ Well, it’s a simple question really. They met in this very field. Where their love grew like the flowers  they planted together.

6 years before: the sun gently shined down on Diluc’s fair skin, the sky sparsely filled with fluffy white clouds and the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through the man’s red hair. Diluc had decided to take the day to go on a walk around Mondstadt, specifically in nearby open fields that sat close to Dorman Port. Diluc had been in the area to attend some previous business from the day before. His work at the winery and as the Dark Knight Hero was causing him a lot of stress and he really needed a break.

When Diluc arrived, he was astonished by how pristine and verdant the land was. Cecilia flowers scattered around the vibrant forest green fields while a feminine figure sat in the middle, drawing away in a sketchbook as she sat on a white and red polka dot blanket.

The closer he got, the more details he could see of her. Her skin glowed under the sun's gaze. Her simple white dress was sewn with patterns of beautiful cecilia flowers, her hair styled to compliment her dress perfectly while a simple flower crown made of cecilia's had laid on her head. The temperature was perfectly warm, the cool breeze keeping the temperature comfortable to work and travel in.

Soon he stood behind her, not daring to touch the blanket where she sat or utter a single word to her, feeling increasingly more nervous the longer he was near her. He could hear an amused giggle escaping her soft lips as she continued to sketch what seemed to be a traditional Mondstadt dress concept design, notes beside her sketch book detailing the important information that needed to be included.

“I know you're there, you don’t have to stay so silent. It’s just the two of us here, ya know.”

She teased with an amused tone. Diluc did not speak, how could he when in the presence of someone with such beauty and kindness radiating from their soul. She couldn’t help but to continue to giggle at his current silence and shy reaction.

“Why don’t you come and sit down with me, sir. I’ve got plenty of room for another person to sit. Besides, I could use the extra company.”

He remained silent, but regardless, he sat down beside the lady. Keeping his distance and holding his tongue to avoid any conflict or troublesome interactions. The two introverts did not speak much to each other while they sat together. Diluc could only watch how the blowing wind affected the nature around them or glancing over occasionally at the woman’s work silently. 

The quiet atmosphere around them was peaceful and comfortable. This one time unique chance meet ended up turning into a once a month meet up where they would quietly sit together in the same field. Either working on their respective tasks  or cloud gazing with each other quietly under the gentle shining sun. The two were only 19 at the time this first started, but soon their love for each other would grow.

After a few meetups, Diluc would come more frequently as they’re friendship progressed. The month apart would turn into every two weeks then that would turn into a once week meetup. Everytime, Diluc would be greeted with a gentle smile and excited expression from the woman he had learned to grow to love. He learned that her name was (name) and that she was a seamstress from Dorman Port. She inherited this field from her grandparents, so she would come here every day to enjoy the verdant surroundings while also taking care of the land in return.

The more they saw each other, the closer they felt on both a physical and emotional level. She understood him in ways that he didn’t know was possible. More than his father or his brother or even himself. The two of them could feel the attraction between them blossoming into something deeper. 

Eventually, Diluc asked (name) on a date which was excitedly accepted by her. They ended up having a picnic in the field, chatting and getting to know the other person better. They laughed, they smiled and ended the date with cloud gazing, holding each other’s hand and giggling like young children again, despite being 20 years old now. 

The couple had gone on many more dates over a stretch of a year. Whether it was being on walks around the forest near the cecilia field, planting some windwheel aster seeds and helping them grow nice and strong, or heading into the main city or the Port to do a bit of shopping together. 

Anyone that had a functioning brain could tell how strong the love they had for each other was. They were each other’s soulmates and the other half of themselves. They loved each other so much that Diluc made sure to propose to his lover with the prettiest ring he could find. As soon as she saw the ring, she immediately started to bawl her eyes out and cried out her joyful acceptance.

They ended up married the next year and started working on their small but cozy stone cottage in their flower field. The couple’s hope was to use the area as a venue for their small wedding  and later use it as a family cottage home.

4 years after getting married, they were now expecting their first child in about seven months time. Diluc chuckled at the memories of their younger days together. Soon getting up to give his wife and mother of his children, a gentle kiss on the lips and on her growing belly too before leaving the house to grab more wood for their fireplace. 

This field of cecilia and asters is where their love grew and continues to grow; where they first met, where they shared their first kiss, where they got engaged, where they got married and now where they will be starting their family together.

@ sugarygetoo, all rights reserved.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc #genshin impact diluc #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fluff #genshin impact masterlist #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

[the-slasher-files]

I just discovered how much of a little btch König can be and how full of sass he is *sobbing* is it ok if I make another request of domestic life hcs for him? Much love <3

[CALL OF DUTY]

A LIFE AWAY FROM WAR

KÖNIG — DOMESTIC

This is so cute and perfect for König, I think about him just being at home and being comfortable a lot lol... Hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

Although it may take him a while to adjust to sharing his domestic life with another person, Konig is more than happy to. He loves the domestic life off base just with you.

In particular, you notice how much he likes his peace and quiet, you expected that his apartment was in the busy city of Vienna, that was until he drove you out a few hours and into a calm, small, idyllic town amongst the rolling hills. Konig did in fact still live in an apartment when you discovered his own world away from work but, it was not flashy nor glamorous, it was cozy and tidy. The neighbours were quiet and it was somewhere he could melt away.

Speaking about his home, when you two have been together for a number of years and move in, Konig wants to find a place for you both, his end goal in life is to have a sweet, humble home in the countryside, backing into the forests and having the Austrian mountains tower above in the background. There is something about being away from the hustle and bustle, away from the loud noises and people that stare at him for his height and intense gaze that he needs. It lowers his anxiety and he feels at home away from it all and it is harder to find triggers that relate to work in the middle of nowhere.

It is no secret that Konig can never stay still, his hands fidget and his leg often bounces as he sits, however, you notice that it happens less out here. He still plays with his sleeves and whatever he holds but it is only if something is touching his hands. Konig will tense up his long legs and then quickly releases as he has comfortable space to stretch them out without being in the way, even his shoulders are dropped softly. You never realized just how tense he was the whole time on base.

Mornings are his favourite with you by far. Seeing the warm sun peak over the trees, shining through the windows and dance across your skin. He takes his time to admire you in all aspects as he hugs you close within strong arms, König's fingers flutter across your skin so gently despite what he does in battle, tucking your hair away from your face and bringing the blanket up to your neck. If he is feeling a little restless, König will let you sleep soundly, heading out to the kitchen and making you both your favourite coffee with his super expensive barista-level coffee machine (yes he's a coffee snob lol) and the big guy often likes to step outside on the back porch watching the sunrise, hearing the birds, seeing a few deer and taking in slow deep breathes.

König won't admit it, but he is pretty clingy when he's home with you, making the most of every day with you and just being obsessed with your entire self. Large hands are always within your reach, usually one resting softly on your hip, a thumb stroking your lower ribs, and he leans down to kiss your crown. Laying on the couch, azure eyes rather watch you than watch whatever movie he put on, slender yet strong fingers massaging you, tangling in your hair. Being in a job where he doesn't know if he will ever return, König makes you his number one priority through and through.

Suddenly when your soldier is home, that regular independence like moving the furniture by yourself, or changing the fitted sheets without help, or even reaching for a cup from the top shelf has vanished. It is not because you cannot do those things by yourself, you know you can and do them often without him, however, having a man that is extremely strong, tall and constantly observing you, looking to help in any way he can, makes that side of you vanish.

He begs to hear his name fall off your tongue like honey "Konnnig, baby, I can't reach the plates" and he is there in an instant.

Although there are those days when Konig needs to just be alone, and his alone doesn't mean actually alone, he just needs to be in the other room or not to talk, getting used to the normalcy that is civilian life again. Going for months on end, surrounded by people and the sounds of war, being a battering ram and trying so desperately to protect the innocent is hard on anyone, mentally and physically, especially when it just stops so suddenly. Most days when Konig needs his space, you keep to yourself, going about everyday normal activities like cleaning the living room and bathrooms, humming softly to the low music but you always notice the gentle gaze upon your body as he follows you like a ghost without a word. He will speak when he is ready and you never push it.

Konig's closet is your closet and he means that way more than you know. Every day he wishes you were draped in one of his shirts, even if it looked like a dress on you, it was his favourite look. The possessive side in the dark corners of his brain grew each time you'd wear something of his, wanting to just pounce on you.

Speaking of clothes, Konig is actually a great dresser when off the field. For him, it feels amazing to get out of the cargo pants and uniform, switching into jeans, cool sneakers and a bomber jacket or long wool coat, even sometimes some cool glasses. The Austrian likes comfortable and casual, something he could still kill someone in.

Also, Konig loves animals more than people. Everything he sees on the job and even does himself has twisted his belief in humanity, animals would never do such things. The only thing in his head that stops him from getting pets is that he is never home, only if his s/o really wanted pets or didn't travel like he did then absolutely. 2 dogs and a cat, maybe a snake too would be ideal. It also makes Konig feel safer when he is away, knowing that the dogs are there to protect and keep you company.

#my writing #könig #cod #modern warfare #mwii #cod mwii #König x reader #x you #x s/o #fluff #video games #call of duty #fanfiction

[hihomeghere]

66 kieran duffy? not enough great writers for this poor boah </3

Word count : 750

Warnings/tags : Cursing, handjob, talk of naked woman’s body.

Prompt : Were you touching yourself?

He hadn’t meant to catch you in such a compromising situation, honest he hadn’t. He just needed to get away from everything. The assholes round camp, always giving him shit no matter how many times he proved himself. No matter how many times he said he wasn’t a damn O’Driscoll. But the fish didn’t care who he had been, or who he was now. He had walked a decent ways away from camp, alongside flat iron lake.

He scanned the water, looking for ripples in the water. Then his eyes landed on your naked body. Dropping his pole at his feet with a dull clank on the dirt. He froze, terrified you had heard him. You didn’t seem to hear him at all, your hands running down the valley of your breasts. It was such an innocent task, simply washing the sweat and grime from the day off of your body. Like a mythical creature, an angel or some sort of nymph. The sun shining off the water onto your body, creating beautiful rays along your bare hips and stomach. His dick twitched in his pants as your lips fell open in a soft sigh.

Suddenly his brain connected with the rest of his body, his feet leading him backwards into the tree line. His back hit the harsh bark of the tree, hidden underneath the canopy of the forest.

His cock pressed painfully against his jeans, his balls felt full and heavy. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, sneaking a glance around the area. It seemed to only be the two of you near the lake, at least this far away from camp and the road.

He cursed himself, fighting whether or not to get some much needed relief.

If any of the men from camp found him like this, Jesus they’d do worse than geld him. He knew how protective everyone was of you, if anything they’d just be happy to put him through pain.

His eyes fell upon your body again, your face up towards the sun. Soaking in the heat of the sun, while your bottom half cooled in the lake. He was throbbing now. He couldn’t take it any longer, no matter how he fought he had to give him.

You were so beautiful, your wet hair sticking to your neck and back.

And so kind. It was what had drawn him to you, other than your beauty. Which he hated to admit he had noticed at first. Made him feel dirty, although not as dirty as he felt now. He felt like a damn pervert, yanking his hard cock out of his pants. He let out a soft groan as he squeezed the base, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

As much as he wanted to savor this, he knew he had to be quick. Fisting his dick in his hand, his knees buckling under him. Pleasure shot up his spine, another moan slipping past his lips. Water droplets running down your breast, along the curve of your soft stomach. Dear Christ just a bit more, he ran his palm over his slit and he was gone. His breath stole from his lungs. Sticky spent covering his hand, he panted leaning his head back

“Were you touching yourself?” Fuck. He shoved himself back in his pants, his eyes going wide as saucers as he looked up at you. Still dripping from the lake, your chemise near transparent against your body. When did you get out of the lake? A small smirk spreads across your plump lips.

“N-No ma’am!” He stutters, flushing under your gaze. “I wasn’t staring neither!” He says shaking his head, shoving his hand behind his back. Hiding the evidence of his shame from you.

“That’s a shame.” You said softly, shaking your head. His breath caught in his throat at your words.

“What- what do ya mean miss?” He sputtered, swallowing thickly.

“Said it’s a shame,” you said nonchalantly, your shirt and skirt under your arm as you set your hand on your hip. “Would have loved to watch.”

For the second time today Kieran swore he couldn’t breathe. His mouth opened and closed like a damn fish as you smiled up at him sweetly.

“Maybe next time.” You said over your shoulder, as you walked away. Swaying your hips as the sand from the shore rubbed off of your feet onto the grass.

He finished putting himself away, zipping up his pants as he ran after you. Your wish was his command.

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[fizzyxcustard]

Invisible

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pining, angst, insecurity, vague smut mention, attempted ghosting

Word count: 1880

Summary: From the imagine, "You are in love with Guy and he is still pining for Marian. You cannot carry all the pain."

Comments/notes: Takes place around season 2, despite the above GIF being from season 3. This fic was requested by @sazzlep

As always, if you enjoy, please consider a reblog. If you wish to be added to my tag list for any character, fandom, or fic series, let me know.

Marian had disappeared, leaving you with the shattered pieces of Guy’s broken heart. While trying to mend your own heart, you were busy tending to Guy’s. And that pain was becoming unbearable. Shifting the weight of two broken hearts was crippling you. 

Guy had left your home again at nightfall, having borne his heart to you. The woman he loved and had lived in high hopes of wooing, had run off into the forest with her outlaw lover. In the time you had known Marian, you had been on fairly friendly terms with her. But you had always been aware of her manipulative tactics, taking advantage of Guy’s feelings for her. For all those months and he had been completely blind to it, only seeing her sweet smiles as a hope for something more than just friendship. 

You stood at your front door and watched his dark shape, atop a black horse, disappear into the gathering dusk. You and Guy had been close friends for years, being each other’s rock, and this has been the case since he came to Nottingham as a young man. He had been swept up into duty for the Sheriff, but the two of you had still remained close. Guy had been the one who comforted you when your mother died, and had even brought you food when you fell upon tough times. Potential suitors had come to your door, and if they had not been to your liking, it was Guy who had told them to leave. 

How long could you continue this for? Every day you saw him and you felt more of your heart become warped from the inside, like a disease spreading outward. The only cure would be to take yourself out of the situation completely and sever yourself from him. 

The moon was high in the sky and you remained in that spot for some time, feeling the red hot tears fall down your cheeks. All of your pain was invisible to him; in his own anguish, he had completely overlooked you. 

***

Guy woke the next morning, light bursting through the window. 

Realisation hit him hard that he had overslept. 

He shot out of bed and began dressing quickly, only to see a piece of parchment on the stone floor at the foot of his door. Guy reached down and took the parchment, noting that there was no envelope. The parchment had just been folded. Upon opening it, he instantly recognised your beautiful handwriting. It brought a smile to his face. 

Guy, 

While I know that you are in the midst of deep pain, I must leave Nottingham. I plan to move back to my father’s home and search for work. I cannot carry the weight of both our broken hearts on my shoulders. 

May God watch over you and keep you safe. 

Leaving? But why? 

Guy raced from his chambers, heading down towards the courtyard where he slipped out to the stables and collected his horse. 

Once he had rode to your home, he jumped from the horse and banged on your door. No answer. Your own horse, a brown and white mare, had disappeared from the small field behind your house. 

Your father’s home was a two-day ride, and within seconds, Guy’s horse was galloping through the small patch of woodland which was to the north, leading out onto the main road. Surely you could not have gotten far. Guy was a far more experienced rider than you so would easily be able to catch up to you, despite your head start. 

***

The ride that morning had been pleasant. The sun was shining amidst a cloudless sky. A gentle breeze took the edge off the early summer heat. A simple breakfast was still sitting in your stomach quite nicely; bacon, eggs and freshly baked bread. There was an inn about half way, at the perfect place for you to stop, before continuing on the next day for the second part of your journey. 

All morning and you had imagined Guy’s face upon opening your letter. Would he even care at all? It seemed that he didn’t. Normally Guy was up around dawn, ready for his duties. He should have caught you just before you left, but you had not seen him. And you had given your letter to Abe, one of the guards, at the castle gate, two hours after sunset. Surely Guy would have received it by daybreak. 

You stopped for a quick break, taking a sip of water from a skin in your leather satchel. You sat down on a fallen tree trunk and took a deep breath, looking up at the rays of sunlight piercing through the bright green leaves. 

Suddenly you heard galloping hooves coming from behind. A figure emerged from the edge of the curving path, and got larger, moving towards you quickly. 

“Guy?” you whispered, feeling relief wash over you, but also fear. 

Guy stopped his horse a few feet from yours and jumped from the saddle, storming over to you. He stood in front of you, his arms crossed. “What is going on?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. His silver blue eyes were wide in irritation. 

“I told you in my letter. I can’t carry both of us anymore.” 

Guy sighed and sat down beside you. “Maybe you could start with telling me what you’re carrying and stop being so stubborn in carrying it yourself.” 

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes. “Are you sure you really wish to know? Because after I tell you, you won’t want to know me anymore.” 

Guy scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance. 

You looked at him, seeing that all too familiar smirk begin to form on his face. It made your heart flutter. 

“If you really believe that then you know me less than I thought you did. In fact, you don’t know me at all.” His tone was accusing and full of irritation.

You could see the offense written on Guy’s face, and you reached out to take his hand. “I didn’t mean it like that, Guy.” 

“Then how did you mean it?” he snapped. “You’re all I have in my life, yet you seem to think that I’ll walk away from you. Despite you being the one who was ready to walk away from me…” The words trailed off into a whisper and loud sigh. 

“Do you want to know the real reason I’m leaving?” you asked. “And if you do choose to turn your back on me then that is your choice.” 

Guy hissed. “I will never turn my back on you.” He pointed his finger at you in anger as he spoke. 

You got to your feet and took a deep breath. “All these years we’ve known each other and I’ve been invisible to you. You’ve never noticed all the times I’ve had to smile at you but wanted to weep. You’ve never seen how I feel about you. Instead all you’ve ever seen is a woman who has taken advantage of you and used your feelings for her to get what she needed. It’s crippled me.” Tears fell down your cheeks. “I love you, Guy. I love you so much and never once did you ever see it. I know you don’t feel the same way and I’m not expecting you to.” 

Guy got up from the tree trunk, and without a word, curled his hand around your cheek and kissed you. The kiss immediately became wanting, needing and hot. 

Reluctantly you shifted your head away and looked up at him, your tears blurring your vision. “I told you that I’m not expecting anything from you...” 

He smiled. “I’ve loved you from since the first moment we met. I was always invisible to you. I valued and respected you far too much to ever overstep any boundary. I was terrified you would think I was dishonouring you. Marian became my way of letting you go, but under it all, I never could. She was the hope of something I could never have with you.” 

“All I ever wanted was for you to be happy, and because of me, you tried to gain love in a place where you would never find it.” 

“It wasn’t because of you. It was my own cowardice. I would look at her and see you, in everything she did. Then with each man who attempted to court you, I could see how impossible it was for me to ever think you’d be mine. A lot of those men were honourable and so much more than what I could ever wish to be.” 

“I know you, Guy, and all you’ve ever wanted is to be loved and needed by someone. I’m offering that to you if you’ll take it.” 

Guy kissed you again, and then let his lips trail down your neck. “And I will give that back to you tenfold, my love.” 

***

The two of you rode your horses back to your home, watching as thick clouds began to swarm in, threatening rain. 

By the time your house was visible, spots of rain began to fall. 

You pulled on the reins of your horse, bringing it to a stop in the pen behind your house. Guy had already dismounted his horse, his hand reaching out to take yours. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle as he helped you down, his ice blue gaze never unlocking from you. 

The two of you kissed again, the rain starting to pour all around you. The horses by now had wondered away into the small wooden shelter which was situated at the back of the paddock. 

“Let’s get inside,” you told Guy. 

He smiled in response and wound his arm around your waist as the two of you walked to the door of your home. 

Once inside, you started a fire and put a large pot of water to boil. “I need to head into the market for food shortly. I hope the rain stops,” you told Guy, glancing out of the window. “Is there anything in particular you would like for dinner? I can cook us a meal.” 

Guy never answered, but instead kissed you again. 

A short time later and the two of you were idly tangled together in your bed, having just made love. You noticed that Guy seemed the most content he had done for quite some time; he had a faint smile on his face as you rested in the crook of his arm. The only sound was the tapping of rain on the roof, and it soothed you. The heavy weight in your heart had now lifted. 

“Was that how you imagined our first time to be?” you asked. 

Guy grinned and kissed you again. “It was so much better than any of my expectations.” He gripped your hand tight in his and then kissed your head. 

“I suspect the Sheriff will be looking for you.” 

“He can wait.” 

You looked across at Guy as you began to slip from the bedclothes and pull your dress back on. “You’re taking a big risk thinking that. You know what he’s like.” 

“I don’t care anymore. I’ve got you, and that’s all that matters to me now.” 

***

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[azsazz]

Cupid's Chokehold (Part 5)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You are a Cupid, a nearly extinct creature of Prythian. When you get caught trying to shoot Elain with your arrow, well, it’s a little hard to explain what you’re trying to do.

Warnings: Weapons, blood.

Word Count: 2,147

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Notes: I can't stop saying how in love with this fic I am 😫 Please enjoy. 💙

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“Eris.”

Azriel is a mask of deathly calm as he addresses the Autumn Court male with the mischievous smirk on his pink lips. His amber eyes are wicked, prideful that he’d seemed to catch the oh-so amazing spymaster of the Night Court off guard. And with a beautiful female no less, he thinks as his gaze flicks to yours where you’re peeking around the shadowsingers flared wings.

He’d immediately pushed you behind him at the sound of the intruder, hiding you behind those thick rubbery, membraneous limbs.

You knew better than to touch, no matter how badly you wanted to. With the sun shining down through the forest you could see every scrape, scar, and injury he’d endured throughout his lifetime, slivers of pink glowing red in the warm rays of the sun.

It made you ache to trace one with your finger, curious as to what each was from.

You wonder if Azriel remembered how he’d gotten them. He’d been a warrior for centuries and you knew that came with forgotten battles, training, second-nature tactics that he may not be able to pick one scar out from another.

And speaking of scars…his hand is wrapped tightly around the hilt of that same knife that had been pressed up against your throat the first time you’d met. He seemed to favor this one. In fact, you hadn’t seen him without the cobalt-stoned blade even once.

The intrusive thought is in your head before you can even stop it, cheeks going red as you wonder if the shadowsinger uses it for anything more than self-defense.

“And who is this absolutely stunning female you’ve brought to my lands?” the heir purrs, taking his time looking you up and down when Azriel reluctantly pulls his wings back. The grip on his knife tightens and he swallows the feral growl threatening to tear from his throat.

“I’m (Y/N),” you introduce, and Azriel wants to show you how proud he is with a kiss when you continue, using the story they’d had you telling the rest of their family. “From the Dawn Court.”

Eris reaches out for your hand, ever the gentleman, but as soon as your delicate one takes his he’s sliding the knife from up his sleeve into his free hand, twisting you around and pulling you harshly against his chest with the tip of his blade pointed underneath your chin. Your weapon and arrows clang to the ground at Eris’ crushing grip, the only sound in the forest.

Azriel hadn’t seen it coming in his angry haze, had just thought Eris was being Eris, annoyingly charming prick that he is. He tenses, and you’re not even sure he’s breathing, shadows dancing in his eyes and at his feet, restless to strike.

The Autumn lordling leans down to whisper in your ear, a caress of flames that has you cringing away, the sharp tip of his knife piercing your skin easily.

“Unglamor yourself,” he hisses.

Your wide eyes are locked on Azriel, who doesn’t dare look away from Eris no matter how badly he wants to. His heart pounds in his chest and his rage roars in his ears, so loudly that he doesn’t catch the heir’s words to you the first time, his shadows relaying the message as his mind screams at him to protect, protect, protect.

You won’t do anything Azriel doesn’t tell you to. You’re about to respond to him, let him know that you have no idea what he’s talking about, but the shadowsinger gives you a soft nod of his head, and you shiver as your glamor disappears.

Your wings appear, pinned tightly behind your back. Eris’ brows furrow but his hold on you tightens, while Azriel’s breathing picks up again at the sight of them, purely white and feathers perfectly fluffed. They rest around you like two crescents, pulled in firmly at your waist, like the shape of a heart behind you.

All you need is a halo and you’d be set.

He doesn’t like the way that the heir’s eyes skim across your wings, assessing them with a twitch of his brow before his downturned mouth curls upward wickedly. The hair on the back of Azriel’s neck stands at the sight, his stomach twisting as Eris speaks.

“These are not Dawn Court wings,” he traces the blade across the ridge of your wing. You don’t dare move, lest the icy metal slices you. You’re frozen against him, wracking your mind for any of the fighting moves Azriel’s taught you from the training you’d had but nothing, it’s absolutely empty in your head, the fear gripping you whole.

“A fox can always sniff out a liar when he sees one,” Eris continues, eyeing the weapons at your feet. It confirms his suspicions and he lets out a bark of laughter that has you flinching, hissing as his razor sharp blade slices through a feather and the thin skin beneath it.

You all watch as the quill drifts slowly towards the shadowsinger on a gust of crisp Autumn wind. It lands on his shoulder but he’s hyperfocused on the blood seeping from the wound on your shoulder.

You’re utterly terrified now, flowing blood gleaming golden in the fractured light.

Ichor.

“I know exactly what you are, Cupid.” Eris sneers, spitting your species with hatred. His grip tightens on the arm he had pinned behind your back and you’re full on panicking now, struggling for air as your heart beats out of your chest. You can’t move, limbs locked up in terror, trembling as you wrack your brain for answers.

Azriel can hardly stand the sight. He’s beyond furious, kicking himself for getting so easily distracted by your beauty. And now you’re hurt, bleeding liquid sunshine and trapped in the clutches of a male he despises, and seems to know what you are.

“Cupid,” he warns, a low growl cutting through your racing mind. It’s all he can do for now. He doesn’t want to make a move towards the heir with you in between them, you’ve already gotten hurt enough because of him. 

You grab onto it, watching as the Shadowsinger takes a visible breath, chest expanding, shoulders rising and falling as he exhales. You realize it’s for you, matching his breath to calm your pounding heart. It helps a little, though your heart is racing for a different reason now.

“Let her go, Eris,” Azriel commands. His wings are tucked so tightly behind him that they ache. His shadows slither along the forest floor, ruffling the leaves as they swirl around your ankles.

He hopes it’s as reassuring as he thinks it is.

“With pleasure,” the Autumn Court male’s voice crackles with fire as he shoves you away into the awaiting arms of the shadowsinger. Apparently the lordling has realized that he still needs to be on the good side of the High Lord of the Night Court and that killing one of his guests would not be a brilliant idea. “Your kind aren’t allowed in these lands.”

“What do you mean?” Azriel asks, clutching you tightly to his chest. He can worry about getting your weapons later, still sitting in the brush at the lordling’s feet. You’re shaking in his arms and all he wants to do is winnow you back to safety, but if Eris knows what you are when the Night Court has never heard of such a creature, it’s his job to find out.

And the sadistic part of him is enjoying the way you’re clinging to him, fingers buried into his leathers, the brush of your armor against his chest with every heaving breath you take.

He hates the wicked grin and smug look on Eris’ face. He wants to punch it, kick it in for what he’s done to you. Azriel hates feeling like he knows less than the cocksure male before the two of you.

“Oh, you don’t know, do you?” he flips the blade in his fingers with such grace that even Azriel’s eyes narrow. “And what could I possibly gain from telling you, spymaster?”

“I won’t kill the female in the woods you were with, if that’s what you mean.”

Eris blanches, knife faltering in his grip.

Just when he’d thought he bested the Spymaster…not today.

He doesn’t question, just begins explaining, face contorted in distaste and nearly smoldering in his spot.

“Do you even know what a Cupid is, shadowsinger?” Eris asks, and at Azriel’s threatening look he shrugs, continuing. “Cupid’s used to be a part of the Autumn Court long ago.”

Even your brows furrow at his explanation. You hadn’t learned of this growing up.

“The fairest of the deathless Gods,” he exclaims dramatically, sourly. “I recognized you by your wings first,” the auburn hair atop his head bounces with life as he nods towards you. Instinctively you tuck them in closer, like he might wound your delicate limbs again.

You know Azriel’s looking at your blood and you swallow harshly, knowing that you’re probably going to have to answer to Rhysand for all of this.

“While you may pass as someone from the Dawn Court to others, Love, you do not to those in Autumn.” He says your nickname like a curse and Azriel’s hand tightens on your waist.

“Get to the point, Eris.”

Eris simply rolls his eyes and you wonder if he’s stalling, letting the female he was cuddled up to get as much distance between the two of you as she could. It wouldn’t save her from Azriel if he chose to seek her out but you could at least admire a mate for wanting his love to be safe.

Too bad Eris doesn’t know what you were really here to do.

“Her kind used to be citizens of the Autumn Court,” he waves his hand lazily, as if this story is common knowledge. “Though they were removed and forbidden to return once they started illicitly shooting the citizens. They claimed it was a message from the Mother herself or something…” he trails off, toeing at your weapon with a grimace, ignoring the glare you shoot him.

It is, you want to hiss so badly, but a part of you is tired from having to explain this.

“The High Lord at the time dealt with them how he saw fit,” the fire in his eyes glows blue at the admission and you shudder, shrinking slightly away. Azriel picks up on it immediately, letting his shadows curl around you for comfort.

“He killed them,” Azriel answers and Eris nods, eyeing you from the side of his eye.

“Yes, though it seems there had been some that escaped.”

They’re both looking at you now and you stare at the glowing stone in the center of Azriel’s chest. You’d known nothing of this.

“The Peregryn’s,” Eris continues, “They’d fled to the Dawn Court, and once they’d begun sleeping with the fae there and having babes their powers did not descend. A weak gene at that.” A ghost of a smile.

“Few remain now, often hunted and killed for sport or put to worse use. Cupid’s were once said to be Gods, but no one knew for a fact…” his fiery eyes set flames across your wound as he examines the drying blood on your wing. When his gaze meets yours again there’s a hint of a vile smirk on his lips, “I guess now we do.”

This is too much to process, everything he’s saying. How had you not heard this lore before? All of this time you thought your kind had always come from the lands they lived in, on an island off of the coast. You never knew they’d evolved into something…more

“It is she who lights the flame of love in the hearts of Gods and men,” Eris says, a dismissal in many ways. “I’d watch out if I were you, shadowsinger.”

The lordling steps away, turning to return back to his home, or maybe check on the scared female he’s been spending more time with as of late.

Eris hopes he hadn’t scared her, he was worried about anyone seeing the two of them together in fear of his father finding out, and now the dreaded spymaster of the Night Court knows, as well as the Cupid he was taught were extinct.

His father would have a field day should he find out.

“Hey foxhole,” you call in a burst of confidence. Maybe it’s because of Azriel next to you, pressed up against you like your own personal safeguard. Eris spins on his heel with a snarl, rude retort on the tip of his tongue but you cut him off with your own, “Without me you’ll never find your mate.”

His pale skin turns ashen with realization, the fires in his eyes smothered by your words.

You and Azriel are gone before he can even speak.

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[sareeen]

Chocolate cake

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: You are Feyre's sister, the youngest Archeron sibling and when you return home from your run you see that your sister has returned home but not alone. In particular, you are drawn to the silent and mysterious shadow singer.

Warnings: fluff, a little smut, Azriel is just cute and sexy <3

A/N: I have never written anything like this before, so please be nice to me. :D English is not my mother tongue, so don't be angry if there are mistakes in the text. Criticism is welcome, so feel free to write. :)

Something is happening. The sounds of the forest have died away, the birds have stopped too suddenly and the air seems to have become thicker. I began to run faster as the setting sun's rays broke their way through the canopy of the forest trees and illuminated my sweaty skin.

Running usually calmed me down. After my sister Feyre decided to go back to Prythian, I had to do something to get out of the house. Away from my other two sisters, the aristocratic elite and our father. But most of all, away from loneliness.

Feyre was the only person in my life who really loved and cared for me. We had been inseparable since we were little girls, and our impoverishment only strengthened our bond. Many people in the village referred to us as twins because we did everything together - sometimes moving in sync as if we were performing a well-rehearsed choreography.

My legs, shaking with fatigue, began to slow as soon as I saw our house. It was almost completely dark, so light filtered through the windows of the house, shining on the freshly fallen snow. My breath billowed in the air like a thick mist and I got goosebumps from the biting cold that hit my almost completely naked torso, covered only by a tiny sports bra. I hated running in a jacket, so even in winter I wore only long trousers and this bra. Nesta was furious every time she saw me like this.

"A lady can't run in clothes like that, Y/N," she shouted after me the last time. Like I was a lady. This was the furthest thing from my mind, after having spent my teen years starving and as a servant in the houses of people I now meet at balls.

A shiver ran through me as I walked up the stairs to the front door. However, it wasn't the cold that made all my hairs stand on end, but some primal instinct to get out of there as soon as possible. I shook my head to shake this silly warning out of it and went in. I walked quietly down the corridor and when I glanced at the clock in the lounge, I cursed softly to myself. I was late for dinner again. Nesta will certainly have my head for this and tomorrow I'll be the new ornament in her room.

Sighing, I headed for the dining room, knowing that I wouldn't get away with the scolding anyway, so I'd better get it over with sooner. The sound of cutlery died away as my footsteps were heard, and I braced myself for the piercing stares. However, instead of four pairs of eyes, twelve were looking at me. Stunned, I stopped at the sight, but what really caught my attention was Feyre.

"Y/N," she rose from her chair. With bated breath, I watched as she nervously tucked her hair behind her ears, showing off her pointy ears. Fairy ears. Her hands were covered in tattoos, taller and radiating a pulsing power that made you want to bow to her. I, however, stood frozen and watched as my sister stepped to me and pulled my petrified body to her. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but within moments I was hugging her back and now I was squeezing harder.

"Feyre," I whispered in a hoarse voice and tears ran from my eyes. "You're back."

"Yes, I'm here," she murmured. "Just in a different way."

I pushed myself away to see her face. Her grey-blue eyes sparkled with joy, but I also saw a hint of fear.

"Are you all right?" I asked, and then started to turn her back and forth. "Are you hurt? What happened to you to turn you into a fairy?"

Feyre chuckled, then stopped me.

"I'm fine Y/N," she replied, taking my hand and leading me to the table. That's when I saw the three men.

The one Feyre now sat next to had purple eyes and black hair. His watchful gaze swept over me, and all I could think was that I had probably never seen a more beautiful man. The corner of his mouth twitched, and even though my gaze glided on to the next fairy sitting across the table, I could see Feyre giving him a warning glance, but I didn't have time to think about it much.

The long-haired man grinned and even waved, before Nesta started to snort like an angry cat. I turned to my sister with raised eyebrows and smiled faintly. It seemed I had found a partner, because so far I was the only one who could get that reaction out of my sister. My eyes flicked back to the man and I was shocked to discover the wings behind him.

Good Great Mother, it's not a fairy, it's a bat.

The previous man was already grinning too, but I forgot all about everyone else at the sight of the third fairy. I was wrong before, because the first man wasn't the most beautiful, he was. The third man was not handsome, but downright beautiful. His beautifully cut, golden brown eyes were measuring as a lock of raven black hair fell into his forehead. His black battle dress couldn't hide his muscular, tall body and his huge wings made him even more intimidating.

"Y/N," Nesta's sharp voice pulled me back to reality. "Sit down."

I automatically walked to the other side of the table and sat down on the head of the table. Right between the purple-eyed one and the long-haired one.

"Y/n, this is Rhysand the Lord of the Night Court," she pointed to the man sitting next to her, who greeted me with a nod of his head. "And this is Cassian," the long-haired one held out his hand, whereupon I hesitantly took it and squeezed. This brought a smile to his face. Up close, his face was rougher, with scars in a few places and a thicker nose in one, probably from a fracture, but he was still manly handsome.

"Welcome," he greeted me in a kind voice, and I smiled.

"And this is Azriel," Feyre finally finished, pointing to the man sitting next to the frightened Elain.

Azriel. What a beautiful name.

"Welcome to our home," I told them. Nesta, however, did not calm down.

"Our sister and her friends, they have come to visit us because they need our help," she shared with me, her eyes almost sparkling. Feyre gulped nervously and glanced towards me, causing me to smile reassuringly.

"What do you need?" I asked. Rhysand stopped eating and turned to me, his violet eyes gleaming like tiny stars.

"We'd like to send a letter to the mortal queens, because we'd like to meet them," he took his glass in an elegant gesture and took a sip of wine, but didn't take his eyes off me. "We need a place to meet them and your home would be the best place to do that."

"And what's the obstacle to that?"

This was probably where my eldest sister's thread broke, because she jumped up. At this movement Azriel tensed and reached to his side, probably for his knife. Nesta walked over to Elain and put her hand on his shoulder. I followed his example, only I stepped behind Feyre.

"Dangerous," she hissed, like a snake. There was a fury in her grey-blue eyes, now directed straight at me. "We can't allow it, especially with Elain's wedding coming up.

"Yes, we can," I replied, and I was getting angry too. "Our sister has done a lot for us. Now it's time to return the favour."

Nesta pondered my words for a while. A tense atmosphere swept the dining room, and finally Nesta nodded.

"All right," she said. "But if we have any trouble with this, you'll pay for it." She pulled Elaine up from her chair and they stormed out, probably to their room.

"Seriously, only Nesta could be such an idiot as to threaten four elves," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

Feyre's soft hand touched my arm.

"Y/N," she squeezed me gently. "What's that on your back?"

I knew what she was talking about. The scars had healed, but the marks on my skin from that afternoon were there forever. I remembered the mocking smiles, the shouting and the crack of the whip. The pain that burned down my back every time they struck.

"I was whipped in the square two months ago," I said softly.

Tears welled in Feyre's eyes, then she stood behind me to get a better look. My eyes met Azriel's. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't decipher. He looked away first, opened his wings slightly, then closed them again.

"Can you guys really fly?" the question burst out of me, and then I felt a blush flood my cheeks as Azriel returned his gaze to me. He looked a little surprised, but he answered.

"Yes."

I gasped and my stomach lurched at the sound of his voice. It was deep - and like the most velvety silk. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, thinking how much I wanted to hear him as he lay on top of me and pressed me into the mattress. As he kisses every inch of my body. And while he's inside me and our sweaty bodies press together. As if they weren't my own thoughts, but I was so embarrassed that I stepped away from Feyre and after wishing them a good night, I hurried to my room.

I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, a pair of golden brown eyes looked back at me. Distraught, I kicked off the covers and decided to go down to the kitchen and steal some sweets. Chocolate cake has always helped me think.

The wooden floor creaked under my feet as I stepped into the kitchen and took a slice of cake. When I turned around I gave a soft cry. Azriel was sitting at the table with a surprised look on his face, as if he hadn't expected me to suddenly appear in the kitchen.

I can understand that, it's two in the morning, I thought to myself as I glanced at the clock.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I took a seat opposite him. His eyes followed my every move.

"I'm just going to go over the letter one more time to make sure everything is in there," he cleared his throat.

I took a bite of cake just as Azriel dropped the paper on the table and rubbed his eyes.

He's tired.

With a sudden idea, I jumped up and took another fork from the drawer and handed it to him. He stared at me, startled, and finally took it from me carefully. Our fingers touched, and it was as if a spark had passed between us. I had noticed the scars on his hands at dinner, but up close they looked even more brutal.

I pushed the bowl towards him to take a bite.

"Chocolate cake always makes you feel better."

He carefully stuck a piece on his fork and popped it in his mouth.

"Thank you," he said softly, his golden brown eyes shining like stars. We ate in peaceful silence for a few minutes, then he broke the silence. "Whoever did that to your back is a monster. You have nothing to be ashamed of but him."

The fork fell from my hand in dismay, dropping loudly on the table. My throat tightened, but I tried to swallow the lump that had formed in it.

"I know," I whispered, and then before I could stop myself, I started to tell the story. "It wasn't me who was going to be flogged, it was Nesta. I merely took over for her because I knew she would never be able to live with her back looking like that." I pointed to my back, feeling my face burn.

Azriel put his hand on the table and leaned closer to me. His scent crept into my nostrils, making me dizzy and alive at the same time. My heart began to beat faster and I was sure he knew what he had triggered in me. I closed my eyes in shame and tried to control my emotions.

"You're very brave," he said. "And self-sacrificing. It seems to run in your family."

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled, but he just shook his head.

"Nothing."

When our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat, the way he looked at me. His eyes were now like curdled caramel and something sparkled in them. I felt an irresistible urge to lean closer to him and wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders and kiss him, pushing my way into his hair. To sit on his lap and feel his body swelling with strength beneath me.

His shadows were swaying, just like Azriel's breath, and before I could catch my breath, I was up on the chair, reaching over and grabbing his top to pull him to me.

I kissed him.

As soon as I felt his soft lips on mine, I felt an even more intense heat that was now almost unbearable. Azriel froze for a moment, but then groaned and deepened the kiss. His mouth pressed fiercely to mine, then he put one hand on the back of my head and, still kissing me, rose to pull me over to him and sit me on his lap. I felt my heart skip a beat as his tongue slid into my mouth and gently intertwined with mine. Azriel grabbed my thigh and pushed me hard against his lap as I moaned into his mouth and grabbed his hair firmly.

"Your sister would kill me if she knew what we are doing" he panted as he pulled away for a second to let us both catch our breath. His eyes were misty with lust and I was pretty sure I looked the same way.

"Probably, but who cares?" I asked, but I was halfway through mumbling the words into his mouth, because in the meantime our mouths were twisting together again. Azriel's deep, hoarse chuckle rippled through my body and I smiled. He took my face in his hands and kissed me more slowly now, more gently. It was sweet, a kiss I'll never forget until the day I die.

I bit gently into his bottom lip before he groaned and slipped his hand under my top, onto my naked back. I tensed as he stroked my scars, but he just murmured reassuringly.

"You're beautiful," he whispered and kissed my neck, right where my pulse was pounding. "Never be ashamed of them. Think of them as a painting that shows what you've survived."

I nodded, teary-eyed, and stroked his soft curls. His pouty lips curled into a warm smile and he was about to say something, when a voice came from somewhere deep inside the house.

"Azriel, time to patrol."

Azriel didn't take his eyes off me for a moment, he just pressed a kiss to my lips without a sound.

"We'll finish this one day, Y/N," he said, then pulled me off his lap. With trembling legs, I watched as he strode towards the door, but before he turned around. His eyes, glowing with desire, promised much, which made my stomach turn and I could have sworn something seemed to caress my cheek. "Maybe not when I return, but sometime in the future and I'll show you how beautiful every inch of you is."

With that promise he left.

#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #acotar #acomaf #acowaf #azriel shadowsinger #sjm #azriel spymaster #inner circle #ic #a court of thrones and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury

[donotaskwhyiamhere]

SHANKS X Suicidal marine m!reader

(platonic mostly)

Part 2 part 3

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Warning ⚠️: mention of suicide, suicidal thoughts, abuse, bad mind set, envy and lack of freedom.

Summary: You never wanted to be a Marine, you just wanted to feel loved and your father never gave you that. You decided to rid of yourself but Shanks wouldn't let your beauty and youth go to waste.

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The forest wind was cool unlike the hot air in the village. It was clam, the only sound belonging to the animals, river and the soft wind. The sun shining through tall tree leaves, it was truly a beautiful view. You sat against a tree, admiring the beautiful forest and birds that looked so free and have ni care in the world, no responsibilities beside living a good life.

Envy... you felt envious of the simple creatures, you envied the way they fly high above the clouds without a care in the world, you envied the love they had, it was simple. You wanted it, bit you can't have it, you never had the choice. You were strong, respect... but that's not what you wanted. You wanted to feel loved, ture love, it didn't need to be romantic.

You were raised by your father, or at least he called himself your father...sometimes. As far as you can remember, your father trained you to be stronger, faster, smarter. He wanted a weapon. You only got your name at the age 13... your father refused to name you until you proved you deserved a name. At age 13 you managed to fight a man twice your size and won, that's when you finally got your name, (Y/N), it was the name your mother and given you before you were even born, sadly you never got to meet her. You tend to wonder what she was like, how she would have loved you possibly.

You were born to be a weapon, someone that would kill without question, follow orders perfectly. Your father got what he wanted... a weapon. Your mind was broken, your mind was set on that you were a weapon and must be treated as such, no feelings allowed. You believed you finally perfected yourself as your fathers weapon but as fate would have it, their was someone better... and you were discarded, tossed aside, years of suffering and scarface ment nothing to your father.

So...here you are, paper of apologies in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. You weren't originally going to write a letter but you heard it was common to write a letter explaining why you have decided to die.

SHANKS'S POV

Shanks and his men had arrived at an island to just gather supplies, the place was crawling with marines but he could not care less. Shanks heard about how beautiful the forest was in this time of the year on the island, so he decided to go for a nature walk. The forest was truly a beautiful site to see, the wind felt much better in the forest shade and the animals were beautiful and mostly peaceful. Something that had truly caught Shanks eyes was the marine sitting alone with a letter and bottle in hand. Shanks had a pretty good idea of what to situation was, and pitied the young marine. But Shanks couldn't help but admire the boys features, their skin was a (S/T) (S/C), their eyes a kind (E/C), and a (B/T) body. They looked strong in their own way, a few scars here and there, nothing too serious. They looked so...gentle in Shanks's eyes.

Shanks decided to approach the young boy, perhaps even become friends and drive the boy away from his attempt. Shanks made his steps heavy to make the boy aware of his presence without scaring him. The boy looked over at Shanks with soft eyes. Shanks was memorized at how calm and peaceful the boy seemed.

"Hello there, mind if I join you?" Shanks asked kindly and as friendly as he could. The boy seemed to think for a moment before nodded their head, allowing Shanks to sit next to him. "Nice to meet you, names Shanks" Shanks introduced himself holding out his hand for a handshake. The boy puts the bottle down to shake Shanks's hand. "(Y/N)" you said with a relaxed voice. "Lovely name you have there. You alright? You seem troubled" Shanks said as he motion his hand towards the bottle of pills and letter. You stopped to think for a moment before speaking again "I am to discard myself because I am no longer good enough" Shanks looked at you surprised, you clearly had a odd mind set. "Hmm, I see. But why must you... 'discard' yourself?" Shanks asked curiously, looking at you with sympathy. "Because that's what you do with a weapon that you do not need anymore." You replied simply. "Well, I guess so but their are people who take those discarded weapons and make them better" Shanks said as he looked at you, understanding your childhood was a strange and difficult one. From your words alone, he knew you were raised to be a weapon with no freedom to choose your own path. "Make them better?... how do you do that?" You asked, looking him in the eyes, curious and looking for the reason to keep going, hope. "Well, with a bit of gentle care and a little bit of fixing up. That discarded weapon can come out beautiful. (Y/N), tell me, do you have a dream? something you want?" The question caught you off guard. 'What do i want?' No one has ever asked you that before. What did you want? You kept quite for a moment thinking about his question deeply. After a few moments pass with Shanks waiting patently for you answer, you finally speak up "I want.. a family..a good family. A loving..family." you say softly as you look at the ground. "A family? Is that all?" You nodded your head, confirming to both Shanks and yourself that a loving family is all you wanted. "Well that's an easy one! Join my crew! We're one big happy family we mite not share blood but we don't care, family is family. So what do you think?" You were surprised and it showed on your face, 'join a family?' It sounded so nice and you couldn't help but smile slightly at the idea. "Ya.. that sounds nice"

Shanks stood up and dusted himself off, he held out a hand to help you get up. "Ready?" You smiled a little more and stood up with his help, the bottle of pills long forgotten on the floor. "Yes sir" with that you both started walking towards Shanks ship with Shanks telling you all about his ship and how much you were going to enjoy it.

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Note: I feel like this is something sweet that shanks would do, feeling pity for someone so young who doesn't wish to live. I think he would be more then happy to give you a dream to work on, enemy or not.

#one piece #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x male reader #m!reader #male reader #shanks x suicidal marine reader #marine reader #suicidal reader

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress Two Kinktober Time: Return of the Kink

Day 3: Happy Aniversary (Lingerie)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Engineer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Engie surprises you with a vacation for your anniversary. You have a little surprise planned for him too.

Tags: Lingerie, anniversaries, makeouts, aftercare, praise

Word Count: 2.6k

The Masterlist

You had told Engineer that he didn’t have to do anything special for your anniversary. You were always a bit awkward when it came to receiving gifts, and events like birthdays and Christmas already made you anxious enough. Plus, it was just a one month anniversary. Maybe if it was a year, or even six months, you could understand, but one month just seemed like a rather short amount of time to be worth celebrating.

Of course, he went above and beyond anyway, deciding to celebrate your anniversary with a surprise getaway to a remote vacation home in the woods. If you didn’t know how to respond to birthday gifts, then you sure as hell didn’t know how to respond to this. Maybe you just weren’t used to being doted on, and Engie sure did love to dote. If a one month anniversary gave him an excuse to do that, then who were you to stop him?

Admittedly, the duration of your relationship didn't feel like a month. It felt much longer, but not in a bad way. It was like the two of you had known each other forever, and in a short amount of time the level of comfort between the two of you grew and became more natural. Perhaps a little trip together wouldn’t be a big deal at all. That said, you still wanted to give him something in return, and that ‘something’ occupied your mind throughout the whole drive to the vacation home.

The crunch of gravel beneath the truck tires signaled your arrival. The home was a spacious, but not too large log cabin sheltered within the shade of the forest. It was quite modest, that is until you were inside, where you were greeted with a fully stocked kitchen, a living room complete with a fireplace, and countless other luxuries. The whole place was illuminated in gold hues by the setting sun, shining in through wide windows that offered gorgeous views of your surroundings.

“Oh Engie, this is…” you couldn’t find the words.

“A lot?” he asked, setting your suitcases on the floor near the entranceway.

“Well, yeah, but also beautiful,” you said. “I can’t believe you set up all of this for me.”

“Technically, it’s for both of us, and the groundskeeper set it up. We’re both gonna be spending the week here, after all.”

You nodded, starting to wonder if your surprise was going to measure up. Speaking of your surprise…

“I’m going to take a shower. I need to freshen up after being cooped up in a car for so long,” you said suddenly, grabbing your suitcase and shuffling to the bathroom, which was just as nice as the rest of the cabin. Engie thankfully didn’t question why you were taking your suitcase into the bathroom with you.

You locked the door and quickly opened the suitcase to reveal a white chemise neatly folded among far less conspicuous shirts and jeans. It stuck out like a sore thumb. You didn’t bother to stare at it, opting to strip and put the thing on before you changed your mind. The silk shifted smoothly against your skin and you dared to peak at the mirror.

The chemise was short, very short, the skirt barely disguising the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear. The collar was low cut and lined with subtle lace to draw the eye towards your cleavage. You fiddled with the thin straps for a while, trying to decide if leaving one off the shoulder would look more tempting or if it would just make it look like you hadn’t bothered to put the chemise on correctly. You decided to take the safest route, leaving the straps in their rightful place before taking a deep breath and exiting the bathroom. There was no need to actually shower. If this all went to plan, you would just be working up a sweat again anyway.

Your footsteps were quiet on the hardwood floor as you returned to the living room. Engie was on the couch, resting his eyes, no doubt recovering from the fatigue of the long drive. The suitcases remained unpacked. The sun had almost completely set now and the overhead lamp was dimmed, bathing the room in a soft orange glow. The glossy fabric of your chemise reflected it slightly. You cleared your throat and Engie’s eyes opened slowly, then snapped wide.

“Oh my,” he whispered to himself before giving you a small smirk. “Well, what’s all this?”

He stood up from the couch, looking you up and down as you came closer. “It’s just a little surprise,” you said, sauntering over to him. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you knew you could feel Engie’s eyes following you. He took in every detail, from your adorably nervous demeanor to the way you swayed your hips with the slightest bit of exaggeration. All these little things, just enough to catch his attention and make his hands itch to reach out and grab you until you were finally right in front of him, looking up with a playful smile that seemed to exude more innocence than it should. “I’m guessing you like it?”

“I do, I truly do. Damn, you’re so pretty.” Engie reached out tentatively. When he hesitated you took his hand yourself and put it on your waist before guiding it upwards. You let him feel the soft flesh of your chest, and only then did he break away from your guidance to pull you close.

You weren’t sure who was the first to completely close the distance between the two of you, who pressed whose lips to whose, but it didn’t matter. Once tongues slid against each other and hands were grasping at supple flesh, the matter of who started it was meaningless. Engie’s prosthetic, the Gunslinger, as he so lovingly named it, came up to cup your breast, squeezing slightly. You knew well that was a mere fraction of the device’s power, and the thought aroused you. It truly was a marvel of engineering. Despite being made of thin fabric, not a single thread of your chemise caught in the joints of the Gunslinger as it descended to your hip.

“And to think, you said one month anniversaries weren’t a big deal,” Engie said with a smirk.

“I had money to spare,” you said, shrugging. “And I happened to come across this. I’m glad you like it, though.” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth on your lips. “I was a little nervous about packing it for tonight.”

“Whatever for, darlin’?”

You shrugged again. “I don’t know. I kept having second thoughts.” You decided to leave out the fact that you felt like you looked more silly than sexy. “I kept questioning if it fit right, and I thought about returning it, but then I realized stores don’t usually take returns for items like this- and honestly why would they? That would be-”

Engie cut you off with a kiss which you eagerly returned. When he pulled back you sighed, squirming a bit from the sudden and very apparent heat between your legs. “You ramble when you’re nervous,” he said.

“Sorry.” Your voice shook slightly.

“It’s alright. Come here.” Engie’s voice dipped, low and seductive. You let him guide you back to the couch, certain that you would do anything so long as he kept using that tone. When he pulled you onto his lap, the silk of the chemise bunched and flowed around your waist. Engie could feel your skin growing warm beneath his touch, and now that your lingerie was gathered around your waist, he could also see how wet you were, practically glistening in the low, ambient light of the room. “Is this alright?” he asked suddenly, motioning vaguely at the couch. “I don’t think I can wait to take you all the way to the bedroom.”

“This is perfect,” you said. “I don’t think I could make it all the way to bed either. I want you.”

You felt Engie shudder as you whispered those last three words into his ear. You felt his chest rise and fall with a deep breath as he steadied himself. “Good. Now, let me pamper you, sweetheart.”

Engie began to kiss at your neck, suckling small hickeys onto the delicate skin. His hands wandered freely, squeezing at your chest and ass, mapping out all the most sensitive parts of your body. You tried to hold back any sounds at first, but it was a doomed effort. Soon you found yourself moaning as Engie grasped your thighs, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. Your keens and whimpers seemed to awaken something in Engie. The noise that came out of him could only be described as a growl, and you felt his teeth graze your neck, causing you to shudder.

“Fuck, I need you so bad,” he whispered. He bucked his hips slightly and you could feel how hard he was.

You pulled back to meet his gaze, trying to mirror the determined, lustful, and near feral expression that he currently had. “Then take me,” you said, miraculously managing to keep your voice from shaking.

Engineer didn’t need to be told twice. For a moment you thought that he would tear his pants in the rush to remove them. You giggled when he almost tripped over his own briefs in the frenzy. When the both of you were back on the couch, you were beneath him. The minute Engie was between your legs, you hooked a knee around him to pull him forward with a playful smirk.

He caught himself on the top of the couch, barely avoiding falling on top of you. You thought he was about to scold you once again saw that telltale lust in his eyes. “You’re so pretty like this,” he sighed, taking the time to admire how you looked splayed out under him. “I mean, you’re pretty all the time, but something about this just seems special.” Engie brushed his fingers against your cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from your skin. You smiled, leaning towards the surprisingly gentle touch. “All dolled up, just for me. How did I get so damn lucky?”

You didn’t get to answer him, any words being cut off by a gasp when you felt him running his cock over your slit. He shot you a glance, and when you nodded, he slowly entered you until his hips were flush against yours. Every move was gentle and cautious, at least for now. You squirmed a bit, making yourself comfortable before you gave Engineer the go ahead.

He began moving, slowly at first but soon picking up the pace, especially when you begged him to. “Dell, harder! Please, I can take it!” Engie’s only response at first was a groan. Suddenly, he leaned down to kiss you hard before sitting up and grabbing your hips. You gasped as he hoisted them up slightly. Fuck, you always underestimated how strong he was.

“You let me know if I’m being too rough, alright?” It took you a second to register what he said. Finally, you nodded and Engie took that as his signal to proceed, now pulling your hips up to meet his with every forward thrust. You found that you quite liked the feeling of being manhandled a bit, but even better than that was the change in angle. This new angle felt so deep. Your eyes rolled back as Engie managed to hit all the spots that made you see stars. “You take me so well, sweetheart. Damn, I can feel you clenching. You’re getting real close, aren’t you?”

Engie barely paused to speak, keeping up his relentless pace all the while. You could barely respond. The only words you were able to get out were a string of curses and a desperate repetition of his name as you got closer and closer to your peak.

“It’s alright, honey. I’m close too. Go on and come for me.” You only now noticed that he was speaking through clenched teeth. He was struggling to hold back, making sure that you would come first. It wouldn’t be long before he got his wish, as with a few more well placed thrusts, you felt your orgasm overtake you.

Your back arched involuntarily, every muscle going taut as you let out a strangled moan. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you continued to chant Engie’s name, almost as if you were pleading for something. You didn’t know what for. You couldn’t imagine what else you could possibly want right now, other than for this moment of pure pleasure to last forever.

Engie rubbed circles over your hips, feeling the way you writhed and shivered your way through the more overwhelming waves of release. “I’ve got you,” he stammered. “I’m here sweetheart, just let it all go.” His voice was definitely strained now, and you realized he was talking you through your orgasm as he rode out his own. Even in the throes of pleasure his focus was on you, making sure you were alright, and offering praise all the while. “Good girl, breathe nice and slow. You’re alright.”

You laid there in silence for several moments, trying your best to follow Engie’s instructions about breathing. It was difficult, but eventually you caught your breath. Still, when you finally spoke, you could only manage to murmur a soft “woah.” That at least got a laugh from Engie, who had begun to worry he had somehow broken you. “I didn’t expect to get so overwhelmed.”

“That was good, darlin,’ really good,” Engie said, already sounding tired. “You’re so damn pretty.”

He kissed you again and you bit gently at his lip. You were sure he could feel your smirk against his mouth. His lips parted and you let him taste you. Your movements were slow and lazy with little intent behind them other than to be as close to each other as possible. Both of you were high on a combination of passion and post-orgasmic bliss.

“It’s kind of funny,” Engie said when the two of you parted for air. “I went into this expecting to be the one seducing you.”

“Oh?” Your interest was instantly piqued.

“Tomorrow I figured I’d throw it all together while you were in the shower,” he explained. “By the time you came out you would be met with candles, rose petals, the whole nine yards! But it seems you beat me to it.”

“You got rose petals?” You were amazed by the extravagance he was willing to go through for you. “We could still do that, you know. I’ll just act super surprised!”

Engie chuckled. “Alright, sweetheart, but on one condition.” He toyed with the hem of your chemise, feeling the silk slide between his thumb and forefinger. “I want you to wear this again.” You immediately agreed, and the way Engie’s eyes lit up made your heart soar. “Thank you, honey. I really do love it,” he sighed, still admiring how the chemise draped so nicely over your curves.

You rested your head against his chest with a yawn, becoming very aware of just how tired you were. A full day of driving followed by an evening of indulgence had left you quite tired. “I’m just going to rest my eyes for a bit,” you said, even though you were practically asleep before you even finished your sentence, snoring softly and barely even stirring when Engie maneuvered you into a more comfortable position, cradling you much like a doll.

Your chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm. You muttered to yourself every so often, perhaps already in the depths of some dream. Engineer decided he would carry you to bed once he was sure the action wouldn’t wake you up. For now, he was perfectly content to let you drift off in his lap, watching over you as you got some well deserved rest.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #tf2 engineer #engie tf2 #engineer tf2 #tf2 engie #tf2 engie x reader #engineer x reader #engie x reader #Kinktober 2023 #Kinktober

[kaisollisto]

avatrice but they're both furniture tables.....

At first Ava just thinks it's just a really good day, the sun is shining at the right angle through the window that warms 3/4s of her. Her broad oak surface preens at the attention. She's always loved the way the window casts light. The slopes and curves hypnotize her.

There's something that calls to her, (the story, the mystery, the mistakes, the process,) that she loves. The arch, Ava pores over, there's a story brimming beneath the smooth glass. It vibrates at a frequency Ava can't get out of her mind. It sings to her and sometimes it drives her insane.

She wants to answer the call, to sing back but Ava is brown oak wood. She was made from the splinters of a great tree she can no longer taste.  The memory lingers like a tender bruise, the taste of something greater, something familiar, but now all she can taste is herself.

She tastes like a forest fire, smokey and raw. It sits inside of her lungs smoldering, burning her up. And Ava has never known how to stop heaving.

Ava's favorite game is finding love in plain sight. She can't calm the forest fire but it's easy to pretend she isn't on fire when passion curls inside her.

She looks for lingering touches, worn away divots, the absence of dust. There's always more to it, a reason, a why, an answer that Ava seeks. (One that she doesn't want to know but seeks.)

It's been years but Ava can still feel her. She stands on 4 legs just like her but there is purpose in the way she holds space. She holds it like a museum (whereas Ava fills her lungs with as much air as she can hold).

The question itches at Ava, it paws at her chest and she's always loved to scratch. She can't find it at first, the love, the absence, the dust, the divot, it's hard. For once in her life Ava just sees a table.

And it eats at Ava, she permeates Ava’s brain like a fine layer of dust. No matter how much Ava wipes off, the dust still settles. Ava can't escape her, they've never held a conversation (but Ava has held the air in her lungs longer in hopes she could taste something different).

-

(She radiates devotion, and what is devotion if not something akin to love Ava thinks.)

#aka just an excuse for me to throw lines together #but also the premise is #hahah #write avatrice but they CAN"T bang #so I said #watch this #this'll be funny #and it wasn't #instead it was harmful #and no one laughed #except me #but it was like a tiny giggle #and yes this unfinished #i couldn't write anymore #my brain hurts #don't look too deep i'm going off of vibes and vibes alone #so if nothing makes sense #thats on me #my bad g #avatrice #table au #god i'm going to hell for even tagging that

[reixuuu]

꒰ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ✩࿐

pairing: baizhu x reader

content: fluff, you help baizhu collect herbs, just pure wholesomeness tbh, w rizz, flirting

summary: early mornings with him are as soft and sweet as ever

a/n: gift for @floraldresvi for mika’s gift exchange event! this is long overdue, so i apologize for the long wait <//3 btw this is rei! i’m posting this here though hehe because although it says baizhu x reader, it wasn’t really meant to appeal to a wider audience. also, i’m sorry if i didn’t nail his characterization </3 tbh i don’t know how to write baizhu that well

“My angel,” Baizhu’s voice rings out clearly amidst sounds of an awakening world, intertwining itself with the peaceful songs of dawn fauna and rustling leaves to weave an intricate symphony. “Thank you for accompanying me here so early in the morning.”

When you look over at Baizhu, you notice a soft smile painted across his features. It’s contagious because mere seconds later, you feel the corners of your lips dancing up in a grin as well. He looks absolutely ethereal under the ephemeral morning light. Glints of topaz dazzle within the depths of golden eyes, catching the light of the illustrious sunbeams filtering through the canopy of viridescent foliage overhead.

There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“There’s no need to thank me,” you tell Baizhu. “I enjoy going out with you.”

Baizhu sighs, content permeating his breath.

“I’m glad my sentiments are reciprocated,” he says, the grin on his face somehow softening even more.

Gently, he intertwines his fingers with yours, his skin brushing against yours in a manner that feels comforting. Although it’s still early in the morning, you feel more energized than ever. But it’s always like this when you’re with Baizhu. You feel like you can do anything when your lover is by your side. For a while, the two of you simply stroll, taking in the scenery. Fragmented gold tints everything a warm shade, and the cerulean hues of the river bordering the path you’re currently walking glisten as if studded by diamond shards.

Soon enough, you reach your destination: a clearing amidst a thick grove of bamboo. Various herbs are hidden within the vegetation. Although they’d be nothing more than simple plants to most, to you and your lover, they hold a value rivaling that of the most precious gemstones. To the two of you, they are opulence in the ordinary.

“Will you be alright if we split up?” you ask Baizhu. Originally, you had planned to look for herbs in separate areas. However, now that the time has come to part ways, you’re beginning to feel nervous. It will only be for a little while, and the two of you won’t be too far away from each other either. Besides, you know he’s more than competent, but you can’t help but worry about him due to his illness. Perhaps it’s because he’s worth more to you than he’ll ever know, or perhaps it’s because he loves you unconditionally, but you can’t bear the thought of harm befalling him.

“You’re concerned about me?” Baizhu chuckles, letting go of your hand to caress your cheek softly. “How endearing,” he remarks, “but you need not worry. I’ll be just fine on my own.”

Although you’re worried, you decide to trust Baizhu. His reassurance is enough for you to believe that he’ll return to you safe and sound, so you go your separate ways.

Time ticks slowly. Seconds are eons when you’re away from your lover, even when you’re preoccupying yourself by sorting through the various herbs strewn across the forest floor. You pick nothing but the best ones, recalling the knowledge you had obtained throughout various short expeditions with Baizhu.

And eventually, you find that the midday sun has graced the world, shining with an opal-tinted glow that indicates it’s time for you to meet back up with Baizhu. You head back to the spot where your paths first diverged, and sure enough, he’s there waiting for you.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for long,” you say, a grin involuntarily rising to your face as you’re faced with your lover once more.

“You didn’t,” Baizhu states, his tone reminiscent of ocean-like meadows swaying in a light summer breeze. “Although I must say, I was terribly lonely without you by my side.”

You giggle. “I felt the exact same.”

Baizhu takes a step towards you. For a second, you watch him intently, curious as to what he’s about to do. However, you have your answer soon enough. From the bouquet of verdant plants he’s holding, Baizhu pulls out a flower — pure white, each petal reminiscent of the snowflakes that adorn the winter wonderlands off in Dragonspine. With tender movements, he hands you the floret.

“For you,” he whispers.

Your smile widens, and you take a second to simply admire the flower. It’s flawless — in nothing short of pristine condition. There’s no way Baizhu accidentally picked this one. It must have taken him quite some time to find, and upon realizing that, your heart melts.

“Thank you,” you say. “It’s beautiful.”

“Is that so?” he asks. You nod.

“No wonder it reminded me of you.”

[pradnyesh1008]

Female RO's:

1. Crown Princess Seraphina Sylvanheart

She is a figure of grace and beauty. Her eyes, as clear and bright as a forest spring, hold a depth of wisdom and kindness. Her hair, the color of autumn leaves, cascades down her shoulders in a waterfall of curls. Her skin, as fair as the first snowfall on a sylvan landscape, glows with a natural radiance.

Seraphina carries herself with an elegance that speaks of her royal upbringing. Yet, there’s a gentleness in her demeanor that endears her to her people. She is known for her compassionate heart and her love for all living creatures. Her laughter, light and melodious, is like a songbird’s call echoing through the forest.

Her attire reflects her love for nature - gowns in shades of green and brown, adorned with intricate patterns inspired by the forest flora. A crown of woven vines and flowers rests lightly on her head, symbolizing her connection to the natural world.

Despite her royal duties, Seraphina often escapes to the tranquility of the forest. She finds solace among the trees, often returning with a renewed spirit and fresh ideas to better her kingdom.

In essence, Crown Princess Seraphina Sylvanheart is not just a leader but also the heart of the sylvan kingdom - kind, wise, and as beautiful as the nature she so loves.

2. Princess Bruni Verdantcliff

The youngest of the Verdantcliff siblings, is a delightful blend of shyness and mischief. Her eyes, as green as the cliffs of her homeland, sparkle with a playful spirit that's hidden beneath a veil of shyness.

Her hair, as dark as the mountain soil, falls in soft waves to her shoulders, often adorned with flowers she picks during her playful escapades. Her eyes, a vibrant green, are full of life and laughter, reflecting her playful spirit.

Her face holds an innocence that adds to her charm. A rosy blush often adorns her cheeks, more noticeable when she’s up to her mischiefs. Her attire is usually simple yet elegant, often incorporating elements of her mountain kingdom - a dress the color of lush moss, a cloak as white as mountain snow, and a circlet made of wildflowers.

At first glance, Bruni may seem reserved, her soft-spoken nature and gentle demeanor often mistaken for timidity. But once she opens up, her true nature shines through. She is a whirlwind of energy and mischief, her laughter echoing through the castle halls like a merry tune.

Bruni loves to play pranks on her siblings, her clever mind always coming up with new tricks. Yet, she always manages to maintain her innocence with her angelic smile and twinkling eyes.

3. Princess Sakura Stormcrown

She is a burst of energy and positivity. Her eyes, as bright and clear as a summer sky, radiate an infectious enthusiasm. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms, is usually tied in a high ponytail, bouncing with her every move. Her skin, as smooth as porcelain, adds to her youthful charm.

Sakura carries herself with an energy that’s hard to ignore. She’s always on the move, her spirit as untamed as the wind. Her laughter is loud and hearty, filling the room with a warmth that’s hard to resist.

Despite her energetic nature, Sakura is known for her naivety. She trusts easily, often seeing the good in people before anything else. This trait, while endearing, also makes her vulnerable. Yet, she never lets the harsh realities of the world dampen her positive spirit.

Her attire is usually vibrant and colorful, reflecting her lively personality. She prefers comfort over style, choosing clothes that allow her the freedom to move and express herself.

In essence, Princess Sakura Stormcrown is like a ray of sunshine on a stormy day - bright, energetic, and full of life.

4. Crown Princess Leila Dawnstrider (Special RO)

She is a beacon of resilience and grace. Her eyes, as deep and mysterious as the desert nights, hold a strength that is both captivating and inspiring. Her hair, the color of sun-bleached sand, flows like a desert breeze. Her skin, kissed by the relentless desert sun, glows with a golden hue.

Leila carries herself with the grace of a desert rose and the strength of a sandstorm. She is known for her resilience, having weathered many storms both literal and figurative. Her voice, soft yet firm, carries the wisdom of the desert.

Despite her royal duties, Leila is known for her love for her kingdom's vast landscapes. She often spends time traversing the dunes on her trusted steed, exploring ancient ruins, and learning about her kingdom's rich history.

Her attire reflects her environment - gowns made from fine silks in shades of gold and brown, adorned with intricate beadwork that sparkles like the night sky. A crown of golden suns rests lightly on her head, symbolizing her connection to the desert.

In essence, Crown Princess Leila Dawnstrider embodies the spirit of the Desert Kingdom - resilient, beautiful, and as timeless as the desert itself.

#RO's #ro's #Female RO's #TGT Female RO's #TGT Ro's

[osleeplessflowero]

i watched sleeping beauty again and was enlightened. enjoy! 📖 Fairytale AU series! This time featuring Blue <3 ❤️ Reader is Gender Neutral as always, SOUL is up to you!

- 🗡Previous Oneshot - Next Oneshot (Soon)

It's a beautiful day outside. (Not that kind!) The sun shines brightly in the sky, birds sing songs to one another as they fly through the skies right above your head. You smile as you walk along a forest path, surrounded by glowing mushrooms and gorgeous flowers. Wandering through, you make your way over to some berry bushes and pick them, gently placing them into a basket in your left hand with a grin.

A few of the forest animals notice you, deciding to accompany you in your travels. Squirrels, birds, even a few deer. Seems you've got quite the audience for some berry picking. You smile amusedly as a robin lands on your shoulder.

"My my, there's certainly a lot of you, isn't there?"

You hear a variety of animal sounds in reply.

"Well, I don't mind that. The more the merrier." You chuckle, spotting some strawberries and picking them after ensuring they're ripe. You decide to spare some blueberries you'd found earlier to them, the gesture very much so appreciated.

You've been walking a while..perhaps it would be best to take a rest. Humming, you walk over to a lone tree stump and sit on it, resting your legs beside a stream. The animals surround you, seeming to want to take a rest as well.

"I didn't know I'd be making so many friends today." You smile, gently petting the head of the bird that's still on your shoulder with your fingers. It promptly chirps in response.

Feeling more at ease, you hum a familiar tune as the animals surround you that echoes throughout the area.

. . .

Two knights wander through the forest. Both skeletons, one much taller than the other. Both very bright eyed and seeking adventure. The taller skeleton has armor with themes of red, the shorter one wearing themes of blue.

The shorter one swings his sword around. "So, What Do You Think We'll Find Today, Papyrus? I'm Hoping We'll Find Somewhere New To Explore! Or Maybe An Enemy To Defeat To Save Someone." He pretends to attack an invisible enemy, making "swoosh"ing sounds.

"Nyeh Heh, I Wouldn't Doubt Either Of Those Happening, Blue! We'll Simply Have To See What The Day Brings Before We Must Return Home To Our Brothers. And Probably Find Them Asleep." He sighs, putting a hand on his hip as he walks. Blue lets out an amused chuckle.

"Yeah, That Sounds Like Them." He grins, amused by the scenario he's grown so familiar with.

Blue's focus is interrupted when he hears the sound of someone singing, turning his head towards the trees beside them.

"Blue? Is Something The Matter?" Papyrus asks, curious as to what's distracted his fellow knight.

"I Hear Something..Be Right Back!" He runs off.

"BLUE! DON'T GO RUNNING INTO UNKNOWN TERRITORY!" Papyrus shouts after him, sighing again. "That Skeleton.. We May Be Incredibly Alike, But I Can Still See Bits Of My Brother Within Him." He shakes his head and decides to take a moment to rest. His legs had admittedly grown a little tired.

Blue chases the sound of someone's voice, the sound like a siren's call to him, luring him in. He can't help but be a little curious. it's not every day you hear something like this out in the woods! Let alone a sound this..lovely.

He runs, following the sound to the best of his ability with a bright smile before he comes to a stop.. stepping past a tree and spotting you, finishing off your song with closed eyes and surrounded by very different animals.

When you open them, your eyes go wide at the sight of the skeleton, not having expected to see anybody. Your cheeks flush a little too, not having expected anyone to overhear. Well, apart from the wildlife that is.

He grins when he realizes you've noticed him, before backtracking a little. He did just show up unannounced..

"Oh! I'm Terribly Sorry, I Didn't Mean To Scare You." "Oh, no no, it- it's not that, it's just.." "You Didn't Think Anyone Would Hear?" "Yeah." The animals watch your interactions curiously. "I'm not usually one to speak to strangers."

"Well, Then I May As Well Introduce Myself! We Wouldn't Be Strangers Anymore Then." A cheeky grin makes its way onto his face.

You smile amusedly at this.

He bows, making your smile grow a little. "My Name Is Blue, A Knight Of The Swappe Kingdom. It's A Pleasure To Meet You!"

You stand up, bowing back to him. A gesture he's pleasantly surprised by. You tell him your name, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Sir Blue. A Knight all the way out here in the woods? Whatever could be the occasion?" You smile, raising a brow.

"Well, I Happened To Be Travelling With A Companion Of Mine To Go Find Any Quests To Complete. Ah, I've- I've Left Him Behind!- ..I'm..Sure He Can Handle Himself Just Fine."

You chuckle, putting your hand over your mouth. He smiles sheepishly.

"See, I'd Heard You And..I Really Wanted To Know Who Owned Such A Nice Sounding Voice. So I Ran Over Impulsively."

You smile. "Well..I'm happy you liked it." Your face flushes a little. "I'm a bit..shy about it. I don't usually sing in front of people."

"I Can Understand That, But In Truth Your Voice Is Very Lovely! You Shouldn't Hide It."

"Well..thank you." you mutter in reply.

There's a comfortable moment of silence, before Blue disturbs the peace. "Ah, I..I Should Be Heading Back Now."

"Yes.. um..it was nice meeting you, Blue." "Could I..See You Again?" "Where?" "Here, Tomorrow?" "I'd like that." You smile, him smiling at you in return before he hears his companion shout for him. He's startled, abruptly starting to back up.

"I'll See You Soon!" He shouts, running away out of sight. "I'll be here!" You shout back, grinning as he fades from your view. You turn back to the animals, finding them a bit more smug than they were before..

"Don't look at me like that!" You shout, your face flushing brighter as you're met with various animal noises.

"Blue, There You Are! Whatever Happened?" "I Wanted To Go Investigate Something, Sorry If I Worried You."

Papyrus sighs. "Very Well, But Don't Go Running Off Without Telling Me Why Next Time!" "Understood!" Blue chuckles as they walk along the path they'd intended to before.

#sleeplessflower's fairytale series #swap sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #undertale x reader #sans au x reader #gender neutral reader

[bewitchedleague]

“Not At Home” Ch. 3

pairing: tsu’tey x reader

words: 5.8k

Summary: After being raised in the Metkayina, you're suddenly placed in the middle of peace talks. Where your responsibility is to understand the Omaticaya way, to embrace the culture, and to make friends. It surprises you to find yourself suddenly involved in things like love, war, and suffering. Will you succeed and adjust? Or will your tale end differently than you had anticipated?

Chapter 4.

    That night, nothing occurred. Other than you eating your food in a huge circle with every single Na'vi from the Omaticaya clan. They continued to be surprised to see you every time, but what hurt you the most was witnessing some mothers shooing away their small children. They gave you an angry stare while urging their children to avoid you. You won't deny that it hurt. You made an effort to be as sympathetic as you could be, but deep down you knew that what they were experiencing was fear, the same emotion that you had experienced yourself.

The sky people had brought fear with them. Previously, you were conscious that the only thing you need to be afraid of is a pack of carnivorous predators at the depths of the ocean. But as of right now, fear seems to be pervasive. The sky people were the sole cause of the Metkayina's initial hostility toward the Omaticaya. They were now afraid that you might draw unwelcome attention to them. You looked unusual and were unique. If one of the sky people saw you, only Ewya fully knew what would happen.

While you were lying in the odd cocoon bed that the Omaticaya had been using. You let images and thoughts of returning to the sea, riding Awvi, and having fun with the tribe's younger members float through your head.

You missed Tonowari.

Even though he was unquestionably the one who, by telling an apparently innocent deception, got you into this problem. That quickly developed into something bigger. If the Omaticaya people found out about the lies, what would they think? That they were taking care of a fraud? You briefly feel overcome by fear, which causes your usually sleepy mind to become attentive.

They wouldn’t find out about it. You reasoned with yourself. There was no one else besides you in this forest that knew the truth you held within yourself.

You made the decision to relax your thoughts and take deep breaths, and it didn't take you long to fall asleep. Letting fear rule your life would not be beneficial; instead, it would lead to unnecessary paranoias.

The following morning rapidly arrived, and you discovered that you were waking up at the same time as most Na'vis. The large group of beds surrounding you were partially illuminated by the sun, which was shining slightly downward. When you caressed the hammock with the tips of your fingers to rub your eyes, it opened so that you could finally stand up. You weren't surprised to see Neytiri waiting for you at the door to the room, her tail lashing eagerly behind her but her face unfazed.

Your sigh was let out. You were aware that today would be very busy. After your first day of settling in and becoming accustomed to everything, it was when your training was actually going to begin. On the other hand, you wish you had more time to handle everything. Once the Omaticaya becomes accustomed to your presence inside the hometree, at least. The hammock next to yours was unoccupied the entire night, you noticed.

“Tsu’tey wants to train you.” Neytiri said as you approached her. “He is waiting, come.”

She started to descend around the spinning roots in the middle of the tree before you could respond. This time you felt more comfortable following her, and it was even mildly enjoyable. You no longer feared slipping or worse since the roots beneath your feet were strong enough.

The morning appeared to be busy around the hometree. You discovered the Na'vi like eating beetles that had been toasted over a fire after several of them brought in fresh food, which was quite tasty. You questioned whether they consumed real flesh like your people did. Your people relied primarily on fishing for their nourishment, and you always took care to ensure that the fish died quickly and painlessly. You wondered if the abundance of fruits and insects the forest offered for them would have contributed to the Na'vi's purported lack of meat consumption. Even if you hadn't actually seen any of those, you probably imagined that fruits would be the most prevalent source of nourishment in such a vast, dense forest. However, you could be mistaken in your judgment.

Following Neytiri you noticed you were in the spot you were with Tsu’tey just yesterday. But he appeared to be in a better frame of mind this time. He looked stern, judging the way young kids climbed on top of the pa’lis.

“Go on. I have things to talk about with Sylwanin.” Neytiri spoke from behind you, once again letting you alone.

You pondered subtly whether the chiefs believed she was teaching you while, in reality, she was sneaking off to meet with the sky people. In any case, it didn't matter to you. You weren’t about to get Neytiri in trouble for… whatever she was doing.

Once more, you focused on the environment in front of you. Tsu'tey stood atop his mount; he didn't need to say anything; the younger warriors only needed to see his displeased glare for them to strive harder. In this manner, he nearly seemed threatening. You weren't surprised by his menacing demeanor because he was the best fighter in the Omaticaya clan. But seeing him so exposed made it seem almost strange to see him so assured. It dawned upon you that what you were seeing now, was what everyone else saw. A member of the clan who would never disobey the orders of his clan, a tough warrior who lacked any weakness. Someone who would sacrifice their life to ensure the safety of others.

It almost felt… bitter to realize this. You were aware that the line of succession was difficult. However, you were unaware that it extended to this degree in other areas of Pandora. Tonowari struggled and frequently appeared to be forced to make decisions for the tribe. Other than that, the only skill he truly needed to develop to become a true warrior was the ability to ride a Swimwing with ease. As a rite of passage, you still needed to learn how to ride one of these. You questioned whether learning to ride a pa'li was similar to learning to ride an ilu, which was simple and the first skill a warrior would master.

For a short while more, you simply continued to observe what the younger fighters accomplished, eager to learn it from afar so that you wouldn't be any dead weight. You soon discovered that most of them were riding the pa'lis successfully and without incident, as though they had done this before. You felt almost comforted by it. You could do this if young warriors half your age could.

"Hey, freak." You hastily turned to face the threat when you heard a whisper from behind you.

One of the Omaticaya warriors caught your attention; he was looking down at you with an irritating sneer on his face. He was taller than you; in fact, now that you stopped to think about it, they were all just a little bit taller than you.

"Don't call me that." You spoke quietly to him as you attempted to veer away and approach Tsu'tey, who had his back to the entire situation.

After being dragged backward a few steps by a hand on your tail, you spun around and hissed at the unidentified na'vi you had just encountered. Your exclamation didn't seem to worry him; instead, he appeared to be preoccupied with the hand that had just touched you. His tone of mockery was almost audible when his eyes did finally connect yours. Your posture and hiss were an attempt to try to make yourself feel stronger, almost as if he were trying to tell you that you're weak. When he realized he was stronger. It was strange, you had never had someone treat you like this in your home.

"You really are a freak huh?" He once again mocked you, staring straight into your eyes.

You hissed at him, annoyed at his behavior towards you. You weren't taught to allow people to take advantage of your vulnerability or, worse still, to let them bully you. The na'vi in front of you let out a chuckle as he took his knife from where it had been sheathed on his hip. You rapidly began to feel panicky, which was made worse by the fact that you weren't yet carrying any weapons. You believed that you still needed to earn the Omaticaya's trust before you could carry a weapon anywhere you wanted.

“What are you doing?” Tsu’teys voice hissed out from behind you.

You experienced a wave of relief. While you were so preoccupied with the conflict, you had completely missed the approach of Tsu’tey – still on top of his pa’li, peering down with a cold stare towards the other na’vi. He tensed up right away but attempted to play it off as he returned the knife to its rightful location on his waist.

"We were joking around." The male Na'vi said, eyes locking into Tsu’tey.

A surge of rage swept through you. He was a coward for trying to fight you when you were helpless, and he was a coward in general. He was terrified of the consequences he would incur if he told his future chief what he was doing. You frowned as you hesitantly turned away from him and passed Tsu'tey, wanting to escape whatever predicament you had found yourself in without asking. Before Tsu'tey arrived at your side, there was a commotion of speaking sounds behind you. He appeared to be deciding what to say to you as he cast a thoughtful gaze down at your body.

"We are training today." Tsu’tey said simply, stepping down from his horse.

You had some resentment about his response. He didn't even inquire as to your wellbeing or whether you had sustained any injuries. However, you soon set that resentment aside when you realized you were speaking to the warrior Tsu'tey. The quantity of eyes on you two simply served to confirm your reasoning. He could not afford to appear weak or soft. And you weren't about to embarrass him in front of his brothers by treating him coldly.

"The pa'li is easy. They have strong legs and strong lungs. Feel for those when you bond with them." Tsu'tey explained, pulling the reins to his pa'li so he was directly in front of you.

You gave the creature some thought before deciding to only place your hands on its side. Feeling the body move as it breathed. Using the sounds around you to reduce anxiety. All of this would be very helpful in forming a bond with a creature you have never seen before. With a deep exhale, you climbed on top of the pa’li. Tsu'tey continued to grip onto the reins below you as he made his own efforts to support you. He observed how serene you appeared on top of the beast, taking your time to unwind your thoughts and emotions in order to forge a sincere link. Even though he didn't understand why, it gave him a sense of pride. His heart swelled with satisfaction in you as he observed you carry out every task correctly without needing to be reminded twice.

While your hands busied themselves into connecting the bond, Tsu’teys eyes were busy taking in your body language.

You concentrated on sensing the horse's body and soul, oblivious to the looks and conversations around you. The strong legs Tsu'tey had mentioned could easily support your entire body weight on its back. The lungs inhaled deeply and then exhaled equally as deeply, and you did the same. Be as one with the pa'li as you can. Awvi needed a soft, gentle bond when you first linked with her. All you had to do was comprehend her; there was no need to be stern or irate. As if you were the actual animal, comprehend the environment. Enjoy the simple pleasures they had and how they preferred to be unrestrained but well-cared for.Even though you were a different species, they yearned to feel a sense of intimacy. The relationship was the key to opening yourself up to allowing them to become your brothers and sisters.

You soon began to saunter along with the horse. Tsu'tey released the reins and walked out of your way while pausing to inspect the horse's legs. Everything seemed normal, as if you had already accomplished this. You had, in a manner. Nevertheless, not with the same animal. However, the bond's tenderness was simple. You took hold of the reins as soon as you began to go a little quicker in order to brace yourself for the impending speed. The hardest aspect was learning how to control the little hop you had every time the horse walked.

“You’re good.” Tsu’tey praised you, from your side.

This time, he was riding a different horse and was obviously determined to keep an eye on you in case of anything.

“Thank you.” You said back simply, focusing your attention more on the new creature bonded with you.

The horse began to run as you took a deep breath to prepare yourself. The two of you could easily go far and rapidly on its sturdy legs. Although you weren't sure where you were going, it was almost wonderful to feel the powerful wind against your face as the speed increased. It was truly one of the best things so far in the Omaticaya clan. You could see the landscape changing to a denser forest all around you. Your pa’li simply ventured over it, hopping fallen logs - he was doing anything he could to make you remain enjoying the moment. He shared your feelings and was enjoying them just as much as you were.

Tsu’tey kept track of you from behind, letting you have the moment to fully get to know the pa’li underneath you. He didn’t speak, he only dared to keep watch and make sure you didn’t get yourself hurt. Usually, he would be annoyed at anyone else for running off like you were doing. But he could sympathize with you. He knew this was the first time you were doing this, you were enjoying the moments to its fullest and he just couldn’t bring himself to shoot you down from your happiness.

The wind got slightly knocked out of you as your pa'li came into an abrupt stop. You could feel the apprehension inside the animal, as it trashed slightly underneath you – wanting to turn around desperately. Even if you could feel its fear, part of you was more curious at what was causing it. There was nothing around you, or if there was, you couldn't see it no matter how hard you looked.

Tsu'tey finally catches up with you, as he stands beside you on top of his pa'li. You frowned at him. His horse seemed calm, quietly staying still underneath him – the complete opposite of what yours currently was. The Na'vi doesn't say anything, but instead just watches you patiently while you try to figure out what exactly was happening. You took time to close your eyes and try to feel your pa'li once again, searching for something inside that you hadn't seen when you first made the bond. Unfortunately, this gave you nothing but confirmation to what the horse was currently feeling. It was stressed, afraid and almost unsure of its own emotions.

"Do you know why its scared?" Tsu'tey finally spoke, looking at you.

You merely shook your head as an answer, mind still trying to come up with an answer.

"It knows you won't be able to defend it if you're both in danger." He speaks again, hand reaching out to touch the side of your pa'lis neck.

At the mere touch, the creature relaxes underneath you slowly. Almost as if knowing Tsu’tey provided some kind of safety for it. You’re a little disheartened by the comment, and with the animal by feeling this way about you. But you can’t let it get to you. You weren’t too confident in your fighting skills, especially now where you didn’t know the environment. There wasn’t even a weapon by your side in case you needed to defend yourself, the encounter earlier with the strange na’vi only made you feel weaker. Those feelings deep within yourself were probably being felt by your horse, the bond between you both giving the animal every single insecurity and fear you had. But the difference was, the creature below you, didn’t know how to deal with those hard emotions – it only really knew how to feel them, and how to react accordingly to it.

So you understood its apprehension and need to run away from the unknown, when within yourself, that’s exactly what you wanted to do. But it was a truth you kept hidden inside, amidst the chaos of learning a new way of life.

“You’re strong. You’re Tawukoi’s daughter.” Tsu’teys voice broke you out from your thoughts. “You were chosen to be here for a reason.”

How mistaken was he.

“I don’t even have a weapon.” You breathed out, defeated.

The creature below you once again seemed stressed by your mood constantly changing, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Tsu’teys observant eyes. He moved his hand in a petting manner in the horse's neck, trying his best to give it a calming sensation.

His eyes landed on your figure, lost in your own thoughts, and by the way your hand was gripping the reins they were all anxious, undesirable thoughts. Tsu’tey knew how it felt, he had experienced the uncertainty you currently were, in his life more than once. He couldn’t afford to dwell into his own thoughts, since he needed to provide you with a leading figure in your turmoil. So before his own pa’li could feel his feelings of doubt, he quickly casted them away in the back of his head. He was the next Olo’Ekytan, he was the strongest warrior in Omaticaya, he couldn’t afford to show weakness in a state where you needed him there. Whether you asked for his help or not.

Reaching for the side of his hip, Tsu’tey detached the knife hold on his garments and spun it so the hilt was facing you. A silent conversation happened between your eyes before you were reaching for it. He was giving you his weapon at the time, leaving him without any way to defend himself. A part of you quickly wanted to return it, but you knew that in your customs it was rude to reject a present you had received – even more if it was something meaningful like a weapon that the giver was carrying. You wondered if this meant anything to Tsu’tey, because the sudden wave of shyness that washed over you while you held the knife was making you feel ashamed. But you put on your best poker face, knife still laying on both your hands.

Realizing that you had been frozen in place for a while now, you quickly snapped out of it – eagerly attaching the knife to your own garments. He didn't seem bothered by the display, so you simply brushed it aside by him simply giving you a weapon when you had just complained about not having one.

“You must be able to protect yourself." Tsu’tey spoke out, moving his hand away from your pa'li.

The horse beneath you seemed to be standing still this time, peacefully. Now that you thought about it further, the knife near you gave you a feeling of security. One of the first things you learned as a young warrior was how to fight, so you already knew how to do it. Even if you were more comfortable using spears and battling in the water, a knife was a fundamental weapon that you were familiar with using. The assurance that you can hold your own in a fight makes you less concerned about your surroundings. Even while you did consider the upsetting events that had occurred just a few minutes earlier, the serene pa'li beneath you was a clear indication that this was the case. You were safe.

Your fear wasn’t completely gone, but it was enough to give a sense of security to the pa’li.

“I know how to.” You said towards Tsu’tey.

“I know you are. But you must trust yourself, trust your own skill.” He said towards you, voice holding authority in it – almost as if he was giving you an order.

You simply nodded at his words, a soft sigh escaping your mouth. “I know, it’s just… hard.”

“You are learning. Soon, it won’t be hard anymore – I can assure you.” His final remarks were softer, as if he were attempting to console you.

Tsu'tey made an effort despite his inability to comprehend how it must be. He wanted to offer you the same compassion you had once given him and Neytiri when you had been their guide in Metkayina. Since he personally felt the unavoidable tension of his daily existence weigh heavily upon him, he realized there was nothing he could do to help you feel less burdened. It was practically a ritual. To constantly be concerned with the stress the entire clan was putting on him and never take any action to lessen it.

“It is still stressful.” You breathed out with a small laugh, trying to ease the knowingly growing tension in the air. “But… It is a great clan.”

Your remark caused a little, amused scoff to come out of Tsu'tey's mouth. He eyed you with a playful suspicion. Obviously considering that one of his troops tried to fight you the moment they had the chance. He was unable to comprehend it. He understood just why they were treating you that way, though. However, he was unable to identify with their antipathy. Perhaps it was because he had witnessed a side of you that the others had not. The fulfillment and assurance that comes from being at home, by the sea, and giving your all to those you consider members of your family. However, they were unable to see past your differences, which somewhat irritated Tsu'tey. That fact, however, he would never ever admit.

“I’m glad.” His tone was playful, a smirk making its way to his face.

“Yeah, so welcoming.” You continued, enjoying the ease of the moment you two were sharing.

It was a rare occurrence as of late to be so free to say and play around as you liked. Now you had a chief's daughter title to uphold. To carry yourself in a certain way. But before you could enjoy any more peace, Tsu’tey was turning back – sending a last smirk on his face before he was running back to where everyone was.

He was challenging you to get there faster, and he had gotten himself a head start.

Your pa’li quickly reacted, moving behind him before you even gave it the command to run. In tune with your emotions and wants, it knew what you wanted – to get there faster than Tsu’tey. And that was one of the small things the animal could provide for you, something it wanted to achieve to prove itself to you – you could feel it. If you concentrated enough on the animal, you could feel its legs burning by how fast it was going. It didn't take long before you were side by side with Tsu'tey, giving him a smile before running in front of him.

The clearing you once were came back into view. Your pa'li dug its hind legs in the ground, dragging itself on the dirt harshly to stop the speed. The brute whiplash had you hugging the animal's neck to stabilize yourself, succeeding in not falling once it had stopped completely. With a glance towards your back, you could see the damage its hind legs had done to the dirt. It was a clear sign of your speed – it marked the ground harshly for everyone to see. A small sense of pride washed over you at it.

Tsu'tey appeared once again, he wasn't fast anymore – probably had slowed down his speed once you had passed him. His pa'li was collected, unlike yours that was still trying to catch its breath from the exercise it had just endured. It didn't feel regret though. The animal shared with you the small sense of pride for winning a small race, something that could be meaningless, but it provided you with a sense of purpose in some way. Like you proved your worth.

“Don’t kill it.” One of the warriors said to you, referring to the horse – a glint of mischievous malice in his eyes.

You took in his appearance, and while doing so, you noticed he was right next to the warrior who earlier tried to harm you. Both their eyes were judging you in a certain way. But this time you didn’t let their snarky remarks get to you, instead you maintained eye contact with them. You didn’t need to say anything to get your point across, your eyes stared daggers into them as a threat. But just like before, neither seemed to care about your show of shared hostility towards them. A plain mocking smile being your only answer back.

“With a tail like hers I’m surprised the pa’li hasn’t run away scared yet.” They continued their pesky words – clearly intending to get a reaction out of you.

“By the looks of it, it tried to run away.” A laugh was shared between both of them.

You hopped off the pa'li while making an effort to ignore them. Before you walked to the location where Tsu'tey once was, you gave it one final pet on its side. To your amazement, though, you could only see his horse standing there without a rider and no sign of him. You cast a bewildered look in all directions, attempting to make out Tsu'tey's familiar face in the sea of unfamiliar faces. But it was in vain. What happened to him? You swore by Ewya's name that he had only been there a short while ago.

Before a voice could speak, a hand nudged your shoulder, forcing you to momentarily lose your footing. “Looking for Tsu’tey to protect you?”

The na'vi, whose name you didn't know and didn't care to find out, grinned down at you. Your leg was abruptly struck by his tail, and the fast whip caused a little sting to appear on your skin, prompting you to recoil. Before you could even stop to think, a hiss came out of your mouth. You then adopted a position that was almost prowl-like, ready to defend yourself if necessary. He snorted, almost as if you had somehow offended him by assuming a defensive posture.

Actually, you had no idea why they were so determined to make your life miserable. However, you weren't about to let them control you while you waited for them to explain. You questioned whether they would even talk to you without gratuitous insults. It was vexing. The fact that you knew you couldn't fight them, however, was what really infuriated you. The chiefs of the Omaticaya looked at you because you were Tawukoi's daughter and hoped you would grow up to be someone their people would respect rather than someone who would communicate violently. Although there were no words said to you about it, you were aware of this painful reality.

“Got nothing to say?” He taunted you once more, lowering his body to look demeaningly at you in the face.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you.” You spoke simply, the anger slightly slipping out of your mouth at the last word.

However, you were stopped once more as you attempted to leave. He was in your way this time, and when you tried to change it to go around him, he moved once again. To irritate you, sort of like a game. You heave a heavy sigh and decide to ignore his eyes because you already know what kind of emotion they are trying to convey and don't need a constant reminder of it—it would only make matters worse.

“Leave me alone.” You tried a different approach, your voice more gentle this time.

“What’s wrong? We only want to have fun with the water people.” – A fake smile answered you.

Before you could add another word. You were yanked to the ground from behind, your tail having little chance to get out of the path of your body as you landed on it. You hissed and grabbed the side of your hip as anguish suddenly overcame you. The pain initially stabbed you like needles before fading into a soreness you hadn't experienced in a while. Laughter erupted all around you as you examined your tail for any wounds; however, all you saw were minor scrapes that wouldn't make swimming any more difficult than before. A small sense of relief washed over you.

“Does your weird tail hurt? Poor baby.”

Shame, a brand-new emotion, was beginning to creep in. Your eyes began to water as you felt embarrassed by how you were being treated. You never thought that your experience in Omaticaya would cause you to feel such embarrassment. A part of you even believed that others would respect and admire you because you were believed to be the daughter of the chief. What a mistake your intuition was. What awaited you was nothing more and nothing less than humiliation – and no one seemed to care about it. All of the eyes around you appeared to be entirely oblivious to the situation.

“What are you doing?!” Tsu’teys angry voice beamed loudly beside you, as he pushed the other na’vi harshly away from you.

Standing tall, he appeared agitated by what he had just seen, which pervaded every part of his body. Tsu'tey continued to move discreetly in front of the warriors, menacing them. The young warriors were hesitant to stare into Tsu'tey's eyes because they were so sharp.

You could now clearly see Tsu'tey exact position on the Omaticaya warrior chain. Where no one else would dare challenge him: at the top.

“I asked you a question.” He angrily grabbed one of the warrior's chins, forcefully making him look at him. “What were you doing?”

Before the na'vi could say anything, however, he was violently shoved to the ground, his words dying there. He gave you a glaring, accusatory look as though you were to blame for what was taking place and that his own actions weren't to blame. You hurriedly moved to stand back up on your feet while ignoring the discomfort in your lower body from the hard fall when you suddenly realized where you were. Now you were the one seeing him from above.

Tsu’tey squatted down, so he was at eye level with the other na’vi. “Is it fun? Do you feel like a great warrior?”

He received a simple head shake as a response. The na'vi appeared to be growing more and more agitated as Tsu'tey drew closer to them, his obvious display of dominance making the other feel inferior. If he had ever had the confidence to argue or fight with Tsu'tey, it had all but vanished from his body. Suddenly bending down, the other na'vi did likewise because he realized he had done the wrong thing as well. and a desire to avoid harm to himself.

Before getting up and facing you, Tsu'tey gave them one more frown. The two na'vis scrambled to get on their feet and quickly started fleeing. After being called out by Tsu'tey, Neither dared to gaze your way as they were leaving.

“Are you hurt?” Tsu'tey questioned as he observed your slightly awkward standing position.

“It hurts a little, but I'll be fine.” You exhaled, a tiny grin of gratitude spreading across your face.

Tsu'tey's eyes averted from you awkwardly in a way you hadn't noticed before, as if he wasn't sure what to say next. He wasn't even awkward when he was talking about Sylwanin; he was just uncertain at the time.

“Like really, don’t worry about it!” You tried again, taking a step closer to him in hopes of breaking the tension.

His eyes briefly met yours before he placed his hand on your shoulder in the same silent support and consolation gesture that you had used yesterday. He was only determining if he would pressure you or make you uncomfortable for making the move, which suddenly made the awkwardness clear. The contact happened quickly, and then it vanished. He twisted his entire body away from you to look in the direction the other soldiers had moved. A discreet exit from his uneasiness.

“Don’t be afraid to come to me in case anything happens.” He finally spoke, giving a glance over his shoulder. “You’re Tawukoi’s daughter, no one should hurt you like that.”

“I know, I just didn’t want to answer… with violence.”

“Sometimes, only violence is really heard.” – Contrary to what his words implied, Tsu'tey spoke softly.

You questioned whether he was speaking from a terrible truth that he was concealing. Uncertainty about whether his feelings would ever be heard if he did not demonstrate his authority by standing above everyone else. Otherwise, nobody would give his wishes and wants any attention. Would they have listened if Tsu'tey had quietly warned them not to harass you? It was a sad idea, and his body almost seemed to be shining with a certain level of bitterness. Although you understood that it was a tragic realization, the fact that you could see it despite only knowing him for a short while made it even more painful. However, the others around him didn't appear to be aware of his sentiments of being invisible.

“Our training is over for today. Take care of your injuries.” Tsu’tey spoke, calling his pa’li.

All of a sudden, reality hit you. “Thank you, Tsu’tey. I own you.”

After climbing up into his pa'li, he briefly looked down at you before opening his mouth to speak.

“You’ve heard me when I needed it.” He said simply, softly, as if his words were whispering a secret ‘thank you’ only for you to hear.

After saying those remarks, he immediately took off sprinting in the direction the soldiers had previously gone. All that remained was the sound of horses around you. Your chest tightened for no apparent reason as an unidentified feeling enveloped you. The sun, which had once been high in the sky, was now bidding you farewell by kissing the horizon, leaving you with nothing to do but return to the hometree.

Even though the day had ended in a sequence of highs and lows, you were confident that things would soon turn around. The routinely peaceful and quiet dinnertime was all that was left of the day at this point.

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