#me: ''pay attention to every single tree in the forest.....?''

[hedgehog-moss]

Exploring a very rocky part of the woods with Pan. We found caves! (but no cave paintings.) The rocks were wet and mossy so it was like 10°C colder down there than in the rest of the forest. An ideal walk for August...

#crawling along #(can you spot the little pandolf in the second pic?) #i knew this place existed somewhere near the village but i'd never been able to find it before #i had to ask the librarian for help and her directions were like ''there should be a small pyramid of pebbles to indicate the right path... #there's a tree with an arrow carved in the bark but it's starting to scab over now so you'll need to pay attention'' #me: ''pay attention to every single tree in the forest.....?'' #but then i remembered i should be doing that anyway

[feirceangel]

Imagine | Lost (Zoro)

Imagine getting lost with Zoro.

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings: hurt/comfort

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(Gif is not mine!)

Things haven't gone according to plan. Of course, that's the norm when you're traveling with Luffy and the rest of the Strawhats. Each crew member has their own quirks, but sometimes everyone manages to stay relatively on track.

Except for Zoro.

The green haired swordsman is notorious for his directional challenges. He even gets lost on his own ship, that's how hopeless his sense of direction is.

So, when everyone splits up to search for the current treasure of the day, you watch with a chuckle as Zoro immediately storms off in the wrong direction.

Huffing with laughter, you race to catch up with him. You trail beside him until he notices and raises a brow at you.

"Huh, what're you doing? We're supposed to split up."

"Oops," you grin at him, chuckling at his exasperated sigh.

He doesn't stop walking, "Go away."

"No."

"I'm serious.”

"Whatcha gonna do? Stick me with your big sword?" You hide your laugh behind your hand as his ears turn beet red.

"If you're gonna follow me, at least shut your mouth," he grumbles.

Smirking at your victory, you subtly start walking a bit closer to him, eyes roaming the area for any potential threats or treasures.

If he notices how close you are, he doesn't comment. He's also on the lookout for danger, hand resting idly on the hilt of his sword.

You've always admired how ready for a fight his is- never letting his guard down. Even when he's 'napping', he's still paying attention to his surroundings.

You've tried a few times to prank him when you thought he was fast asleep but failed every single time. He seems to be able to sense your proximity every time you get within five meters of him.

Even now, as you walk in close proximity, you can't help but admire him. His tall posture and alert eyes that peer  into the forest. His soft green hair slightly tousled from the wind.

"You're staring," his voice bears a tinge of smugness, making you whip your head the opposite way.

"Was not."

"Was too."

"I wasn't. I don't know why you'd even think that," you cross your arms and turn to look at him again. "Not like there's much to look at."

Your tone and smirk betray your lies, Zoro unable to stop from smirking along with your teasing.

"Really? Nothing at all?"

"Of course, I'd never ogle at you and your well trained muscles."

He smirks, turning away from you.

It's been like this since you were welcomed into the Strawhat Crew, easy banter between you and the swordsman. After you had proven your loyalty to Luffy that is. You believe Zoro values loyalty above all else.

Zoro had warmed up to you more than he had some of the others.

There'd been an unspoken tension between you: lingering glances and touches mingled with flirtatious words and playful gestures.

He'd let you drag him into drinking contests (which you always lost), nap beside him, and even join his workouts.

And you'd always tease him (backing off immediately when you noticed that he had enough), and steered him in the right direction when he got horribly lost.

Like right now.

"Zoro, I'm pretty sure we have to go left here," you point out.

"I knew that," he grumbles and alters his course. "I was just scouting the area."

"Uh-huh."

"I was!"

Laughing, you hop onto a large fallen tree that blocks your path. You turn to taunt Zoro a bit more, but you pause as a loud shot rings out.

Sudden pain shoots through your leg as blood splatters around you. You crumble down off the log, saved from a hard landing by strong arms.

Stunned, you look up into Zoro's eyes.

"You're alright," he says firmly as he sets you down against the tree. "It just got you in the leg."

Dumbly, you stare into his face, barely registering his words or his angered expression.

"You stay here and I'll be right back."

You nod, unable to do much more. As you watch him leave, you meekly call out to him, "Don't you dare get lost."

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He didn't get lost, to your immense surprise.

By now, the shock has worn off and the pain has really kicked in. The bullet went straight through the meat of your leg, luckily not shattering bone. But you will need Chopper to get a better look and bandage it properly.

Right now you're using a strip of your shirt as a makeshift bandage and it's already soaked through. As Zoro does a second assessment.

"You're fine."

You glare at him, "I'm in pain."

"You'll live."

"Good thing, cause if I didn’t I'd haunt your ass!"

Shaking his head, he crouches in front of you, "Can you walk at least?"

You level a deadpan stare at him.

He sighs heavily, "Guess I'll just have to carry you then."

"No, no way."

"It's either that or you walk."

"You need your hands to fight in case there's more enemies," you reason. "Can't use your swords if you're carrying me."

"I'll just set you down."

"No, you'd drop me. And I don't want to be dropped right now," you fire back.

He stands up straight and glares down at you.

"What if you carry me on your shoulders?" You suggest. "That way your arms will be free and you can still fight."

"Fine," he agrees.

You wince as you stand on your uninjured leg, motioning for him to bend down so you can get your legs on his shoulders. He obliges and you precariously manage to seat yourself on his shoulders.

He stands without a problem, steadying you with one hand on your thigh.  Pain floods your sense for a second but it is quick to fade as you realize something.

You realize the extent of the compromising position you've put yourself in.

You're on top of Zoro's shoulders, hands on his head to steady yourself as he grips your thigh with his broad hand.

You flush with embarrassment. Beneath you, you can see the dusting of a blush across Zoro's ears and cheeks.

"Thank you for this," you say, unsure of what to do with your hands. The desire to run your fingers through his hair is immense and it takes all your will power to not act on it.

"I appreciate it, Zoro."

He grunts, "Just don't get injured again and we'll call it even."

"Hey, I didn't wanna be shot!"

"You made yourself an easy target!"

"I thought we were alone!"

"You should've known better!"

"I can't believe you're blaming me right now," you say in exasperating. "By the way, you're going north and the ship is to the south."

He grumbles beneath you but does switch his course to follow where you pointed. You wince every so often as he jostles you.

"Sorry," he says, very uncharacteristically.

Surprised, you lean over to stare into his face.

"For what?"

"I should've sensed that sniper but I was distracted," he grits his teeth in annoyance. "If I had seen him, you wouldn't have been hurt."

"Distracted?" You raise a brow, "You were distracted?"

"Don't-"

"Was it me that distracted you?" You grin, forgetting your pain. "Were you perhaps staring at me?"

"Forget I said anything."

"Too late! Admit it, you were checking me out."

His delightful blush is back in full force, "Was not! I was making sure you didn't fall."

You pat his cheek, "Well, you did catch me when I fell. And I guess I fell for you."

He stumbles slightly, making you laugh and cry out in pain at the same time.

"Watch your step Rorozo," you smack him lightly on the head.

"Don't call me that."

"Never," you run your hand over his hair, "I think you secretly like it."

He doesn't say anything and neither do you. Despite your injury, you are enjoying the moment of closeness between you and the swordsman.

It's moments like these that lighten your heart and bring a smile to your face.

His hand shifts over your thigh, "Maybe I do like it. This."

"Me?" You add softly, tracing patterns through his soft hair.

"Maybe."

"Well, maybe I do too," you bend down and press a kiss to his forehead. "Like you."

His hand tightens on your leg, his other hand coming up to caress your hair in a rare display of physical affection.

"Y'know, Sanji's gonna faint when he sees us like this," you chuckle, imagining his reaction.

"Maybe that stupid love-cook will finally leave you alone."

"Sanji? Stop fawning over a drop dead gorgeous woman? It's unlikely."

Zoro reads his head up to try and glare at you, making you wince as you jolt your injured leg.

"Don't worry Rorozo- I only have eyes for you."

At that confession, he stops in his tracks.

"That's it."

He lowers you to the ground, your confusion growing. Weren't you both on the same page just a second ago?

You're not on the ground for long though, as Zoro picks you up bridal-style and stares into your eyes.

"When you say things like that," he tsks, "I want to shut you up."

Before you can ask what he means, he presses his lips against yours, hard.

He breaks away far too soon, “That’s better.”

“If that’s how you’re gonna do it, you can shut me up anytime,” you grin, lean your head against him.

Wrapped up in his warm embrace, you’ve forgotten all about the pain in your leg…

Or the fact that Zoro is once again walking in the wrong direction.

#female reader #imagine #reader insert #x reader #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #op zoro #zoro x reader #Zoro #pirate hunter zoro #fanfic #zoro x you #one piece zoro

[telyscope]

neteyam and lo’ak when human!readers mask breaks when they’re with them

okay so this was originally an anon req but i accidentally deleted the ask i am so sorry anon. BUUUT LUCKILY i was able to remember the request. if i remembered incorrectly, or if you wanted headcanons instead of whatever this is (idk what to call it) then please send me another req! if it also just wasn’t what you had in mind, i’ll be more than happy to rewrite it for you!

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pandora is a place made to inhabit 8 foot tall creatures. every form of life on pandora is stronger, bigger, and a threat to humans. even the air.

neteyam

“watch your step. we wouldn’t want you plummeting to your death now would we”

“very funny.” you throw a glare at neteyam, clearly not amused by his joke because you’re afraid that may actually end up becoming your reality

neteyam had decided to show you around the forest. well, the parts of the forest you haven’t yet seen. you’ve been around the omatikaya people for years now so you’re quite familiar with the forest, but you’ve never gone in the tops of trees or climbed mountains tops. i mean, you’re a human after all, the amount of dangers you could’ve faced if you’d tried are endless

sooo neteyam offered to finally show you the places you’ve always dreamed to see. you felt safe with neteyam, he knew how to fight and he could fight well. you knew he’d protect you the entire time, so you agreed

you two were hopping along the tree tops, bouncing through the huge leaves provided by the trees. it was nothing like you’ve ever seen before. you had the best view from here. it was so beautiful.

you were in such awe, adrenaline was rushing through you. you were too busy admiring the view that you seemed to have forgotten that the only thing keeping you up right now was a leaf. you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking, your mind occupied by the view. in fact you forget you were walking at all. you were just mindlessly taking steps. alas, you stepped on the tip of the leaf. it couldn’t hold you up.

a scream of your name. that’s all you heard. it was neteyams. a branch had broke your fall. you had landed on your stomach, so there was no severe pain but you were sure it would leave a nasty bruise. the branch wasn’t too far down, just slightly below the leaf, so you thought you were fine. you were too careless and fell, but you were fine.

until you felt a breeze on your face. you didn’t even need to feel your face to know that your mask broke. it seems a smaller branch had cracked your mask and the impact of the fall shattered it.

neteyam hurried down, jumping down from leaf to leaf to get to you as quick as possible. his typical calm character was gone, he was terrified.

you didn’t acknowledge him. you froze. you couldn’t move, or speak, you were just frozen. your mask was broken, and you guys were nowhere near the lab, there was not a single chance in hell you would be able to last long enough without breathing until you reached the lab.

neteyam pulled you up off your stomach and layed you in his lap. “hey focus on me alright? please, just try to stay awake for as long as you can, please.” he swoops you up and starts going down the tree. “ i promise i’ll get you to somewhere safe.”

you could hear the worry in his voice. but even so, he pursues his promise without hesitation.

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god, your head was pounding. you sit up to find yourself in the lab with neteyam nervously pacing back and forth around you. “i passed out, didn’t i”

he shoots his head toward you with a huge sigh of relief to finally hear your voice. “i tried to get you here as quick as i could, but you could only hold your breath for so long, im sorry. how are you feeling?”

“hey, at least i’m not dead,” you shrug. “but honestly, this is all your fault. if you hadn’t made that awful joke about me falling i would’ve never fell. so, thanks for that, teyeam.” you give him a teasing smirk and he playfully whips his tail at your arm

“this is not the time to be joking, you could’ve seriously gotten hurt you know,” he walks over to you and kneels down to your level. “im sorry. im glad you’re okay. i promise to keep you safe from now on.” he places a kiss on your forehead and tucks a piece of your hair around your ear. you smile to yourself, relieved that you’re okay and so grateful to have someone like neteyam.

lo’ak

you and lo’ak were always sneaking out around the forest and doing things you probably shouldn’t

no matter how many times you two go out and about on some sort of adventure, you’ll never stop being so clumsy

i mean really it’s unbelievable. you’d think that somebody would learn to not be so careless after doing something so many times. but you, oh you just seemed to get clumsier every damn time

nothing too bad has ever happened though, you usually just end up with some scratches from walking into branches or bruises here and there from tripping over your own feet

that’s all it ever was. a funny little incident that leaves you and lo’ak both laughing at how reckless you are

this time wasn’t the same though.

you and lo’ak were running along a big branch that was connecting two trees. you’ve crossed this branch several times with ease, but this time there was a particular dip in the branch that you hadn’t noticed

“cmon hurry up, i know you can go faster than that” lo’ak calls out from up ahead

“i hope you havent forgotten that you’re 7 feet tall and your legs are as long as my entire body.”

“excuses, excuses,” he sarcastically rolls his eyes

not wanting to hear him continue whining about how slow you are, you speed up your pace quite a bit

as you’re about to reach where lo’ak is, your foot falls into the dip in the branch you’ve never seen before.

you fall face first, hard. and you earn yourself a rather harsh tumble down the branch.

lo’ak is struck with panic. “shit shit shit.” he races down to where you landed, luckily only a couple feet below the branch.

you groan in pain, pushing yourself up with your hands only to find shards of your mask scattered across the ground. oh fuck.

“lo’ak.”

“don’t move, you’ll only hurt yourself even more” he shouts from above. he’s too busy trying to get down to you.

again.

“lo’ak.”

“are you okay?? what hurts??”

again.

“lo’ak.”

he finally gets there in front of you and looks down to see what happened.

oh.

oh.

“your mask-“

“it’s broken. i know.”

well, shit. you just wasted your breath by talking.

he stands there for a moment with wide eyes unsure of what to do. guilt rushes through his chest. all he can think about is how this is all his fault. if he hadn’t told you to hurry up you wouldn’t have tripped.

but his emotions are irrelevant right now. he can deal with them later. he needs to get you somewhere safe.

luckily, you guys aren’t too far from the lab. if he sprints fast enough, he could get there in a couple minutes.

“oh fuck- okay. i need you to hold your breath for just two minutes. could you do that?”

you nod in response not wanting to use up even more of your breath. never in a million years did you except to be this thankful for the stupid ass things you and lo’ak would do when you were younger. he would dare you to see how long you could hold your breath without your mask. it made you a pro at holding your breath, and oh boy were you thankful for that foolishly earned skill right now.

he picked you up, careful not to place his hands on your injuries. you wrapped your hands around his neck and closed your eyes hoping that would somehow get you there faster.

he rushed into the lab, startling everyone that was peacefully working just seconds ago.

lo’ak sets you down gently and you let out the biggest breath you’ve ever held. you began practically panting and you hunched yourself over in exhaustion.

lo’ak opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out.

“thank you, lo’ak”

“no. no don’t thank me. im the reason that all happened. what if we weren’t near the lab?? im sorry, it’s all my fault.”

you’re not sure if it’s because you just held your breath for two minutes or because you think he’s speaking nonsense, but you laugh. right in his face.

“you’re kidding me right?? there is no way you’re laughing right now.”

“sorry, sorry. i just couldn’t take that seriously. it wasn’t your fault lo’ak, you know how clumsy i am. you saved me, so seriously, thank you.”

he pulls you in for a hug, smiling to himself.

#avatar #neteyam headcanons #neteyam x reader #lo’ak headcanons #lo’ak x reader #neteyam imagine #lo’ak imagine #neteyam x human reader #jake sully #neteyam sully #lo’ak sully

[cotagillumis]

Illumi x reader - “you were late.”

Summery: you’re Illumi’s fiancé suddenly feeling a strong aura after a mission and when you approach you see someone you did not expect to see

Pairings Illumi x reader

Your nen ability (name it as you want)

Is creating an arrow and a bow thought very powerful.

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After finishing off a mission you we’re very exhausted only needing sleep now. Walking out of the hotel you were staying in to the car that will bring you to the Zoldyck Mansion, you suddenly felt a very familiar aura, a strong nen though there was another strong nen.

Feeling curious you decided to tell the driver to wait a bit as you made your way to a forest where there aura came from.

As you got closer, sneaking on them behind a tree you saw the one person you didn’t expect to see laying on the floor about to be attacked. Your eyes widen in schock as your blood ran cold.

“Killua ?”

You muttered quietly, just as the enemy was about to end his unconscious body you stepped in. There were multiple people all of them were surrounding you wanting to jump you. You quickly used your bow and arrow throwing it at everyone around you while making sure killua is in your sight, laying unconscious next to your feet.

Finishing off all the weak ones, you turned to face the one you assumed was their leader. A rat looking lady.

She smiled an evil smile before speaking, her voice sounding venomous.

“Oh I see, You’re quite strong I must say but you cant fool me !”

Jumping in the air throwing multiple punches your way, you dodge every single one, using your bow and arrow trying to hit her.

Her speed is incredible… I cant fight keeping Killua in my sight.

Feeling helpless you decided to take killua and make a run for it, so you took him under your arm and ran putting him in a safe place so you’d be able to fight, but as you didn’t pay attention to her, she landed a sharp cut on your cheek as you tried to dodge.

Curs her !

Landing killua on the floor next to your feet again, you decided to stop those games.

“Oh you like games yes ? You little rat !”

You had about enough of her when you tried to trow another arrow her way, instead of attacking you like you expected, she aimed at killua.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Without thinking you jumped in front of him getting hit with venom in your hand.

Killua was immune to venom.

You were not.

As the pain hit you felt numb, sweat dripping down your forehead as your vision became blurry.

You fell to your knees looking down unable to to even stand straight.

She laughed in amusement.

“I must say, you’re quit pretty how sad you have to Die- !”

Just as she was about to finish her sentence, a hand pierced through her chest, pulling out her heart.

You tried keeping your head up to see, expecting another enemy but you knew who this hand belonged to right after.

He threw the heart away making the rat lady turn to face him trembling as she knows she will die in a second.

“H-ho-“

Shes done.

A sigh escaped your lips as she is now laying on the floor, giving you a clear view of who was standing there.

As he walks over bending down to your level, you wondered how he knew, he speaks with his usual cold voice.

“You were late.”

As if he knew what you were thinking.

He takes you on his arms and looks down on killua’s unconscious body.

“He will be fine, I’ll send someone to take care of him.”

By then my vision was nearly completely gone.

I sigh as he looks at the hand that got the poison. He pulls out a cloth and wraps it tightly around my hand.

“It hasn’t spread too far but just to make sure”

He says as he makes his way to the car that was parked there.

“Next time let me know if anything happens, you are my fiancé after all.”

I smile as that’s the last thing I remember before i fainted.

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#illumi zoldyck #illumi zoldyck x reader #hunter x hunter

[belaephemeral]

Nilotpala Lotus (Vulpes Zerda)

Pairings: Tighnari x Reader (gender-neutral), Lisa Minci & Reader (platonic), brief Albedo & Reader (platonic)

Word count: 6500

You pull me in like gravity (ground me with your affections)

Series summary: They each have their own way of showcasing their love for you - from the way they embrace you with the distinct form of passion only they could hold, to the gestures that express their affections that leave you to fall ever more inextricably in love with them. In particular, you savour the way they kiss you and the unspoken message of their endearment towards you. It’s like gravity, pulling you once again to them, grounding you to this mortal world; each touch spirals into something more and you eagerly await the paths they forge with you alongside them.

Parts: Nilotpala Lotus (Vulpes Zerda) (current), Glaze Lily (Monoceros Caeli) (coming soon), Qingxin (Crista Doloris) (coming soon), Cor Lapis (Lapis Dei) (coming soon)

Author’s Note: Taking a break from revision to finish this piece that I drafted quite a long time ago. This piece was originally part of a headcanon about how different Genshin characters would kiss you but I got a bit carried away (sorry, I can’t help it ;u;). Since they’re all based on the same prompt/idea, I’ll be making this into a small series. Each narrative develops in different ways - I tried to make the stories parallel each other and have a common theme/characteristic (I hope you can spot it!). Feel free to recommend characters for this series.

You’re well aware of the many capabilities the Chief Officer of the Forest Rangers possesses. From the immaculate precision and accuracy he demonstrates with a bow, the immense intellect and quick wit he holds (which certainly leaves you astounded after intently listening to every single one of his impassioned lectures), to the admirable tenacity he holds to protect Sumeru’s vibrant flora and its vital ecosystem. 

You are ever so intimately familiar with his many abilities: him being a doting, affectionate and endearing husband is yet another skill he has recently acquired. You relish in the air of domesticity that envelops each room of your quaint shared abode. Crisp, white parchment paper and scrawls of his hurried yet distinct cursive handwriting are a familiar sight. As you wake to greet another day in the Avidya Forest and flit from room to room for your habitual morning rituals, a gentle smile spills onto your face. Carefully, you hold the message closer to your form as your thumb tenderly brushes over his penned words and idly traces every undulation the pressure of his pen makes against the thin paper. Unfailingly, he leaves messages for you before he departs from the safety of your home and your presence to fulfil his responsibilities as a Forest Watcher. 

‘Good morning, my padisarah. 

I hope you’ve slept well and are well-rested to face yet another eventful day. 

Although I would have liked to awake once again in the warmth of your embrace, I’ve had to unfortunately leave before we could have shared this fine morning together. Recently, there has been increased reports of disturbances around the Divine Tree and some of the Forest Rangers have sighted perpetrators polluting the waters below. 

At dawn, I will embark to the Chinvat Ravine with the others to resolve these issues. I will return to you by sundown. 

It has gotten warmer lately, so please make sure that you take care of health once you begin researching today. Always be aware and pay close attention to your safety whilst exploring. Even if your capabilities mean that this isn’t much of a concern for you, I want to remind you to be cautious - I would hate to not be able to protect you if you ever injured yourself in the depths of the Forest. 

The sunny weather we’re having nowadays is quite pleasant - what do you think about trekking to our favourite spot at Mawtimya Forest? It would be nice to bask in the warm sunshine. We could bring along a few dishes and enjoy the scenery once again. I promise I won’t fall asleep! However, your lap is the perfect place for a midday snooze: who could blame me?

...Oh, look at me, rambling on again. Please bear with me for a little longer, I’m almost done writing. 

I await to return to you, my padisarah; you may not know how much you are a blessing to me. We shall meet again under the setting sun and the rising moon. 

Forever yours, 

Tighnari’

Every time he returns, he fills the empty space you both inhabit with his twinkling laughter, his quick-witted quips and his unique vulpine mannerisms. In every instance, he’s instinctively wrapped his tail around your waist, slightly ever so raised and turned his fluffy ears in elation, and surreptitiously scent-marked you with each nuzzle of his face against the hollow of your neck. Whilst he nestles his fatigued figure into your chest, you’re reminded of each and every one of his endearing characteristics. Each of which a separate reason you’ve fallen so irrevocably and absolutely in love with him. 

Easily, you fall into a routine with him. From the way you carefully attached his signature earrings and fasten his distinct viridian, flowing half-cape to his right shoulder. He returns the gesture by fastening the buttons of your shirt and pining onto you the gold brooch he gifted you on your second anniversary. Its design is that of the Kalpalata Lotus he fondly remembers you were enamoured with when you both trekked to the Lokapala Jungle, gazing upon the surreal, gargantuan, fluorescent structures there. He was astounded when you began to scale the rocky cliffs to admire its beauty and brought one of the delicate and exquisite flowers back to him. It’s a memory that’s forever ingrained in his mind: the moment you grasped his hand for them to join yours in gently holding the Kalpalata Lotus that glowed under the blanket of stars laid out across the sky. 

He felt something - something so subtle he otherwise may not have noticed it without his adept perceptive ability and heightened vulpine instincts. A potent energy courses through the lotus that rests where your digits and his gloved fingers conjoin and it courses through him. A tingling sensation assimilates through his skin and infiltrates deeper within him - gradually spreading what feels like newfound vitality through each limb and expanse of muscle. 

Viscerally, he feels a sigh leave him - like he’s finally at ease, body relaxing and eyelids fluttering as he relents against the sudden wave of fatigue. Unbeknownst to the Forest Watcher, his lithe body slowly sways and collapses into you. It feels as though his mind surrenders to the way the pain embedded into his left shoulder from last week’s attack and the dull aches from his fresh bruises dissipate as a healing glow permeates through every inch of his body. The last he remembers is your tender caress over his drooped ears and foreign words that fall from your lips - a strange incantation he doesn’t remember hearing nor reading from your plethora of alchemy books. Although his wonder as to where you could have learnt such an impressive feat dissolves as the view before him vanishes into a blissful abyss as he feels his weight being placed securely in your firm hold. The rhythmic crunch of the grass beneath your feet, the reverberating chirps of cicadas and the sonorous buzz of fireflies is a symphony that welcomes him as he descends into sleep. 

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Everyday with you is a blessing; it’s ever so easy to fall into a routine with you by his side. It’s exactly because you’ve fallen into this pattern, a waltz you share as you dance around each other to reach for your desired items or complete mundane tasks around your home. A comfortable schedule of rising at early daybreak, of wistful farewells and loving welcome homes. It is because of this routine you’ve settled into that it is a surprise that this has to temporarily come to an end. It was unexpected when a letter sealed with the Knights of Favonius sigil was delivered to your doorstep. It’s even more staggering when you learn it was from an old acquaintance from your alma mater and fellow colleague at Spantamad, requesting your assistance at the city of Mondstadt. Although the idea of reuniting with the talented sorceress is delightful, the thought of leaving your partner saddles you with an uneasy bout of despondency.  

Despite your concerns, Tighnari’s altruistic and compassionate nature shines through. He puts your worrisome mind at rest through kind and genuine reassurances, regaling of how he’d faithfully protect your cosy dwelling in your absence and consoles your apprehension by promising he won’t encounter any trouble whilst you’re gone. What drastic or lethal could possibly occur during the duration of your visit to the City of Freedom? 

What’s more is that he’s well aware of your boundless curiosity, your inquisitive nature, and your insatiable desire to discover new things. Experiencing the vast plains of Mondstadt and traversing through its rocky and breathtaking vistas should quench your eagerness to explore unfamiliar, foreign terrain. Of course, he’ll miss you, agonisingly so, but if it’s for you - he’d sacrifice anything for you - be it his soul, his time or his own wishes so you’d be able to fulfil your own. 

On the day of your departure, his send-off takes noticeably longer than what he claims it would would have taken. The first thing on his agenda is presenting you with a small jute sachet of crushed herbs, Nilotpala Lotus petals and an assortment of flower buds just in case you have a headache. Regardless of the medicinal remedies he preaches that they hold, you notice the hint of spice and the soothing floral fragrance - it’s his unmistakable scent and this pouch is definitely an indirect token to remind you of him during your travels. 

Next, he presents a fresh leather-bound journal to you. He explains that it’s for you to write about your experiences but in a small case you receive alongside it, filled to the brim with translucent sheets, intricate instruments and a wooden block, you know he’s hoping that his fascination with botany is finally rubbing off on you. You know he’s hoping that you’ll press flowers into the margins of each page, a small souvenir for each place that you traverse. 

“If you do find fallen leaves or other plants, just press them between some dry sheets of paper. You’ll be able to make quite an attractive and handy bookmark out of them. I’ve also heard that Cecilias and Small Lamp Grass are in bloom this season - they would make fascinating biological specimens to examine or decorative pieces to create. They’re incredibly versatile.” Stifling a laugh with the back of your hand as Tighnari’s tail gleefully swishes side to side upon discussing his favourite past time, the vulpine male glares at your teasing gaze and droops his ears in displeasure. You give into his whims - encircling your arms around his nimble frame and snuggling into soft fabric of his navy hoodie.

Of course, watching you depart from Avidya Forest is no easy task for Tighnari. Trying to delay your inevitable leave, he tries to distract you from noticing how many minutes go by or how the sun has already reached the peak of the sky when it was just dawn a few minutes (maybe hours ago). He attempts to mask his desperation and reluctance through talking, a tried and true strategy that will allow him to remain with you just a second longer. His cogent lectures and words of caution are readily accepted and you don’t notice how the clock’s hands have already moved past your designated departure time. He’s panicking but he doesn’t want you to see. He doesn’t want you to see that his entire being glows in your presence and the fear that this will vanish once you aren’t by his side. It’s because he knows how this trip is important to you. 

It’s part of his nature to put others before himself, so once again he’ll do the same for his beloved. The one eternally by his side and permanently resides in his heart regardless of the distance between you. So, he hesitantly concludes his speech. Now, he has to let you go.

Sometimes you think you know better than him. Especially when it comes to what he deserves and what he can choose to do with you. Truly, as someone so selfless and constantly worrying about other people’s wellbeing, you want him to be more selfish with you. You want him to place more emphasis on his feelings and his desires in your relationship. So, as you see his self-sacrifing nature resurface in this moment, you plant supple kisses on the apples of his cheeks and the corner of his mouth, momentarily stupefying him and relishing in the way he unconsciously croons at your actions.

In return, draws you closer to him, innocently nuzzling the tip of your nose with his and grounding himself with your presence before you drift away and what he fears is like losing his centre of gravity. The close proximity between you two grants him a clear view of the flush that spreads onto your cheeks and of the exquisite way your vibrant eyes dilate at his loving gaze. “My padisarah,” he steadily breathes out, chest pressed against your own, arms enclosed around your figure and shimmering verdant pupils passing fleeting glances to your cupid’s bow and what lays beneath. “I can’t believe I almost forgot to give you the most important thing.” 

His mouth descends onto yours and you gasp at the way his fangs trace your bottom lip and nibbles onto it. As he pulls away, he revels in your dazed look. He wants you to feel how infatuated your touch leaves him. He wants to express how dumbfounded he feels in your embrace. And you do. He’s downright irresistible. 

His mischievous antics have doused you in a honey-like stupor as you swiftly grasp his collar and bring him closer, more so than he already is. His lips are still delectable and sweet with the Zaytun Peaches you shared with him earlier. 

Losing yourself in his hold, you squeeze him against your chest, flustering him with the rapid pounding of your heartbeat. Content in your hold, you can feel his mouth forming a smile against your lips. However, the male seems to have something else on his mind. Briskly, he breaks away from you to part his lips and plunges towards the junction between your shoulder and your neck. Daringly, a sharp suck astounds you as he latches onto the area that he knows is your sensitive spot, carefully brushing his canines against your supple skin. He loves the way your pulse stutters and comes to life under his lips; he shudders at the way your hand reflexively grips his waist, moving downwards to massage nonsensical patterns into the curve of his hip, and inwardly spurs him on to leave one last message against your skin before you leave. 

Reluctantly, and biting back the groan that eagerly wants to escape your mouth, you lightly push his chest. “Stop, ‘Nari,” you slur, drunken off his intoxicating touch, “I need to start my journey before the sun sets.” Chuckling at the way he relents despite your attempts to resist his persistent advances, you realise you are no better than him. Regardless of your resistance, your body betrays you and melts underneath the fangs that desire to spell out his name down the length of your neck. “You little minx,” you huff, half-exasperated and half-determined to quell the flourishing bud his embrace plants into the core of your being, “If you continue with this, it might be absolutely hard for me to ever leave you, my blossom.”

Resolutely, you detangle his body from yours, placing an appropriate distance between the both of you. You wistfully smile at the whine that tumbles from his lips and the sheen of glaze that momentarily eclipse over his vibrant burnt sienna and viridescent orbs. At an attempt to sober him up, you slide your hands to his chin and cup them gingerly, planting a chaste kiss on his forehead. Adorably, he shifts his gaze from yours, huffing both in frustration and embarrassment. Frustrated that you would tempt him so and embarrassed that he unravelled himself in such an carnal way, surrending himself temporarily to his innate, animalistic, vulpine instincts. Peering at the light red bruises decorating the nape of your neck and clavicle, he exhales in annoyance at how you stopped him from marking you once again. 

Pettily, he sharply turns his head away from you as you shoot him a teasing smirk and delivers his signature sidelong glance that expresses his contempt, displeasure and so much more. His pouty exterior falls as after chuckling at his antics, you slowly make your way to the door to collect your belongings. 

Turning back to him, you beckon him into your arms for one last chaste and longing hug. You bury your nose into his navy hair, trying to ignore the way your chest feels as though its being compressed by an incredible weight and how your eyes fervidly burn with unshed tears. Tighnari’s keen senses pick up on the way your heart lurches. To console you, he rubs your back soothingly, and his tail lovingly and warmly curls around your waist. He knows rather too well what wishing someone farewell feels like - how you might shatter once they leave your view forever, how you may find yourself floundering in their absence, or how the distance extinguishes any vestiges of warm within your heart.

However, he knows better, he knows you better. You won’t falter no matter the circumstance, you will perserve and he knows you’ll bloom even if he won’t be able to see you. In a few months, you’ll return to him, return to this humble and cosy abode you share, return to this life you’ve built together. He’s certain of it. He only needs to let you go for a while and before you or him realise, you’ll both be back to where you belong, to where your were always meant to be. 

Eventually, he takes a step back, wiping a stray tear off of your face with the pad of his thumb. Willing a wistful beam, you whisper, worried that your chest will heave and your breath hitch with the weight of melancholy that bears onto you: “I’ll see you soon, my love. Don’t miss me too much, okay?” 

“Of course, my padisarah. I’ll be waiting for your letters. Have a safe journey and always know that my heart travels with you.”

____

“I’m so sorry Lisa,” you splutter, stumbling as you weave through stray piles of books, hurriedly shrugging on your coat and gathering your loose papers off the antique mahogany table. 

“Do be careful, darling, I haven’t sorted through those titles yet,” she responds, a knowing smile on her face as she languidly watches you frantically dart around the room. She’s rarely seen you so frantic and she would have never expected you to lose your composure so quickly. “The last thing we need is for you to be injured. We wouldn’t want your dear husband seeing you in such a state would we now?”

Your trip to the Mondstadt was rather eventful to say the least. Initially you expected the lethargic librarian had required your assistance for something urgent - certainly it must have been important for her to send such a vaguely worded letter to your doorstep? However, it turns out she merely wanted to bask in your companionship once again and needed someone she could confide in during this particularly busy period for the Knights of Favonius. What exactly brought you here may have been the nostalgia (that much you could discern as she began gushing about her fond memories of being your roommate and that sneaky comment about her results always beating yours in each module despite your diligent nature and her indolent disposition - a statement that was definitely not needed as you shot a glare at the tittering brunette) or it could have been the bundles of Sumeru Roses she specifically requested and emphasised in the postscript of her message. 

You’re considering it’s possibly the latter as you periodically pick up the sound of her cup being picked up and placed down onto the matching floral decorative saucer you’ve temporarily lent to her. The scent of Sumeru Rose and Harra Fruit you’ve blended into her tea wafts throughout the library as you sit across the Chief Alchemist. Albedo ecstatically reads your ongoing research into medicinal alchemy, sifting through beautifully illustrated diagrams depicting your various experiments, admiring the dried Viparyas and Dream Flowers you’ve preserved and the little notes you leave next to them (although there also seems to be other sentences scrawled in a cursive script underneath your handwriting), and analysing your extraction of different compounds and materials for prolonging life and revitalisation. Flattered by his words of praise and wonder, you express your awe on his experimentation of utilising alchemy to bloom an other-worldy seed, the intricacy and accuracy of expertly rendered objects and stages of investigation (the style is oddly familiar to the cover of some books published in Liyue that Tighnari owns), and the graphite sketches of his laboratory and the snowscape of Dragonspine Mountain. 

“It must be exhilarating to be able to venture out to many areas in Sumeru to conduct your research. It’s very much the same for me up on Dragonspine. To go out into the world and investigate, turning the ‘unknown’ into the ‘known’, that is the true raison d'etre of us alchemists… Ah, it’s truly an invigorating feeling.” The blond sighs contentedly and then suggests, “Seeing as to how adept you are with drawing, how about one day joining me to sketch the scenic views of Starsnatch Cliff?” Beaming at his words, you nod in affirmation: “I’d love to join you! It would be a perfect chance for me to showcase the beauty of Mondstadt to Tighnari.”

In response to your excited reply, he chuckles and then places a hand on his chin as he ponders pensively: “From what you’ve told me about him, your husband sounds like a truly exceptional man. It would be a pleasure if I could meet him in the near future.”

Slowly, time passed between the two of you. As the librarian took her daily afternoon nap, the amiable chatter between two fellow alchemists murmured throughout the expansive library and discussed a plethora of topics as the wax candles began to burn and diminish infront of them. 

In between documenting your experiences to your beloved, traversing the diverse plains of Mondstadt and pressing flowers into the journal Tighnari gifted you, Lisa uncharacteristically makes it a point for you to visit her companions and most importantly, her dear mentee, Razor.

Gently raising the teapot filled with lilac Sumeru Rose petals, you began to pour the fresh brew into a small flask as per Lisa’s request. You were rather elated as she recounted how she wished for her beloved pupil to try her favourite blend of tea when studying at the Akademiya. With her languorous attitude, you wouldn’t have guessed she was a capable and competent teacher. For her to have someone regard her as part of his Lupical fills you with a sense of warmth as it seems that carefree, frivolous roommate of yours has slowly matured and has yet another person she can dedicate herself to. The sudden onslaught of sentimentality makes you wonder of the family you could have with your spouse back in Avidya Forest (although this will come in due time and he’s certainly assured you that you’re welcome to take your time, you might want to take him up on his offer soon).

An unexpected crash wrenches you out of your dreamy reverie and jolts your entire being. The teapot lurches toward and the steaming liquid scorches the back of your hand. Hissing in pain, you soothe the sting by murmuring a brief incantation, the words embossing themselves into your flesh and weaving throughout the mark. Swiftly, you set down the items to rush over to the source of the strident sound. 

Witnessing the brunette crumpled on the herringbone wooden floors, you drop to your knees to hold onto her heaving form. As you do so, you’re careful of the fallen stack of thick tomes, the shards of broken porcelain scattered next to her and the moist soil spilled around her. Her hands which previously found purchase on the ledge of the bookshelf now finds themselves against your chest as she fists the material of your shirt. Panting, her forehead rests against your clavicle as she desperately refills her lungs with air only for it to be quickly forced out of her. 

Urgently, you bring her fully into your grasp. Encircling your arms around her figure, your index finger inscribes foreign symbols between the peaks of her shoulders. They soon glow with a luminous white as it sinks into her and a mirrored version of your writing engraves itself into your back. 

Suddenly, you can feel a numbing prickling sensation around the corners of your heart, the organ relentlessly pounding painfully against your ribcage and each inhale feels incredibly onerous. However, you resist against the agonising sensation to quell the embers that threaten to consume your life-force and the thick black tar that attempts to drown every ounce of your being. Methodically, you inhale and exhale, a rhythm that Lisa follows, and you fervently whisper strings of conjurations against the crown of her head. 

The time it takes for the pain to subside feels like hours. You don’t know whether it’s completely vanished as it feels as though it remains heavy within your chest and stubbornly clings onto you despite your various attempts to rid it. “You’ve never used alchemy in such a way,” she murmurs dolefully, a distant look in her emerald orbs. And when she speaks your name, you freeze: “I don’t believe you’ve been telling me the whole truth this entire time. But then again, there has been something I’ve been hiding from you as well.”

It astounds you how Lisa’s nonchalant and easy-going exterior doesn’t falter, not even after she told you of the curse that plagues her body; her years slowly depleting before her eyes and a pre-mature demise she has no choice but to helplessly give into. You’re not sure of what she thinks of your confession as to the source of your powers nor the minuscule pawn that endows you with the faculties that assist in your alchemy and elemental abilities. Instead, you’re left to grapple with the revelations you’ve encountered today as the librarian chides her young pupil and ushers him towards you. Cheerily, she exclaims: “Come on over here Razor, that's it, good boy!” she places her hands on her hips before continuing: ”Let's do some combat practice — I've found you the perfect partner. Hey! Come back!”

The silver-haired male was rather interesting to say the least. Well, that was expected considering his teacher. You were thoroughly impressed by his fighting capabilities and his exceptional use of his Electro vision. It was incredibly endearing to see him so eager to demonstrate the results of Lisa’s teaching by taking you to various mountains and telling you about the basic properties of their local plants and fruits. Intently, you listened to him as your trio eventually settled on a field to drink your rose blend. Whilst indulging in Wolfhooks and Sunsettias, you taught him how to press the Windwheel Asters he collected to create a present for his Lupical. 

Sparing a glance at the brunette dozing against next to you, you understand her lethargic nature. If you were in her circumstances, you would be fully dedicating yourself to your work and efficiently using the time you had left to discover more of this mortal world. However, that’s the attitude you’ve developed from your time in the Akademiya. You could understand how the ephemerality of the time she has remaining means that it may be better spent in tranquil afternoons, simple routines and being around those she loves. 

Gazing towards the glaring sun, you wonder what your husband could be doing as you relish in this quiet evening. Unbeknownst to you, an acute sense of impending turmoil and the ever present feeling that chaos is bound to spill over lingers in his mind after the events that have unfolded in Sumeru over the past few days. His anxiety grows as he watches the departing figure of The Doctor, his ambiguous words and thinly veiled threat setting him on edge, and uncertain to the trick up his sleeve he’s yet to unveil. 

____

“I’m so sorry Lisa,” you splutter as the worry gnawing at the pit of your stomach is suddenly absolutely unbearable and threatens to consume you whole. The overflow urges you to return to him. It may have been the diminishing number of letters, the lack of updates from Collei on the status of the Avidya Forest and her training, and the fact that the sigil you’ve embedded into your wedding ring sears against the skin of your ring finger, writing a message of warming that spirals down the length of your digit and across your palm. At the sight of it, your fear boils over the precipice and you’ve decided to ensure nothing happens to your beloved and your companions in Sumeru.

Granting Lisa one last farewell, you burst through the doors of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. The golden band you adorn tingles, glimmering with a radiant light of viridian and translucent white. You extend your left hand to view the ivy-like incantations that spread along the expanse of your arm. Swiftly, you write the script embedded into your skin into harsh gusts of wind that fervently blow past you. Once the symbols are aligned and placed in their appropriate positions, you enfuse your sword with elemental energy, closing your eyes and deftly slice through them.

A clank of metal and the sharp, reverberating sound of blades colliding resound in your ears as you open your optics and glare at the Fatui Pyro Agent before you. Before you could counter his incoming strike, from behind you, you hear a swift ‘ffwhip’ as an arrow embued with Dendro flies past you, precisely lodging itself into his chest and forcefully knocking him back a few meters.

Tighnari pants, grateful to whoever parried the attack for him. However, he does a double take, recognising that distinct stance, the remnants of great ancient power, and your familiar fragrance. “My padisarah,” he exhales breathlessly, lowering his bow, genuinely bewildered by your unexpected entrance. Holding your blade upright, you peer over your shoulder to shoot Tighnari a smirk, disguising the anguish you felt prior and the relief that he’s safe and next to you once again: “Hello, my love, did you miss me?” 

____

“You’re so stubborn.” 

The exasperated statement is the first thing he hears as he stirs awake. The warm cloth resting against his forehead is soon replaced with a damp one, easing the dull throbbing rattling each corner and crevice of his mind. Next to him, the bed dips, and the unknown figure leans over to examine his injured body. Pulling himself from the depths of his dreamless sleep and adjusting his eyes to the blinding light that aggressively beams down on him, he groans. 

Upon awaking, he is starkly reminded of how absolutely exhausted he is: his body feels like lead, his limbs weary and sluggish, and there’s a persistent electric buzz that stings his skin. Gathering the last vestiges of his strength, he wills himself to rise. But just as he pushes against his elbows to lift his head and shoulders off the plush bed beneath him, two palms firmly press against his chest, which he now realises is bare, and steadily guides him back to his original reclined position. 

“I wouldn’t do anything hasty right now.” The fuzzy shapes amalgamate to form your beautiful, but extremely vexed, visage. You cross your arms and shoot a pointed look at the male: “Would it kill you to think about yourself for once? For such a talented student of the Amurta, you really are foolish sometimes.”

“Good morning, my love,” he whispers lackadaisically. 

“I’m still mad at you Tighnari.” Ouch, he’s on first name basis now. “I know that your patients are important to you but you need to tend to your injuries first. Do you know how long it took me to even get around to treating your wounds? Normal people don’t get struck by lightning and then just walk it off. Normal people don’t push themselves to the brink. I was so worried when you collapsed. With the lightning strike and the other injuries your body sustained, you were out for a few days.”

You exhale a shaky breath, “Please don’t scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t so lucky this time. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” As you cup his cheek with your palm, your sleeves shift ever so slightly and he catches the foreign symbols sprawling down your arm, matching the lightning marks on his body. 

Silently, you settle next to him on the bed, laying your head next to him. He slowly regains his strength, just enough to pull his body closer to yours and gently rests himself against your chest. He preens contentedly as you weave your fingers through the strands of his two-toned hair. 

“I’m so sorry, my padisarah,” the vulpine morosely mumbles into your collarbone, listening to the metronome of your heartbeat. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Honestly, I thought it wasn’t too bad, at first, but I guess I should know my limits better than anyone.” Placing a chaste peck against your jaw, he whispers, “Thank you for saving me. You seem to always know whenever I’m in trouble. Should I start calling you my guardian angel? It seems like a rather fitting title for the celestial beauty that appears before me whenever I’m in a bind.”

Wistfully, you think of the chipped pawn that flickers between your fingers before it dematerialises into tiny shards of ivory light. But a smile eventually finds itself on your face as you glance at your husband, alive and safe, and back to you, back in your arms and in your embrace where destiny has decided preordained he will be. Somewhere that in the centuries you’ve roamed the mortal plane of Tevyat, you feel that maybe fate has blessed you with and is finally giving worth to your various sacrifices. 

You release a huff, “I know that you were concerned about Haypasia but please try to take care of yourself more in the future - I’m going to hold you to that. Anyways, if I was your guardian angel, you still probably wouldn’t listen to me. I might as well become your devil - then it would in character for me to punish you whenever you go against my words. How does that sound, my little darling?”

Guffawing, Tighnari snidely comments: “You, a devil? Oh, you’re being delusional, that definitely doesn’t suit you. You’re too sincere and benevolent for your own good - those two ideas are not compatible with one another - they’re like oil and water. Besides if you ever wanted to punish me,” he pauses, punctuating his statement with a light peck on the tip of your nose, peering into your eyes teasingly: “you’d have to catch me first.”

He catches a tsk leave your mouth as you rise from the bed. Soon, he registers the way the pillow dips underneath him and he soon finds both of your hands on each side of his head. Languidly, you hover over his form, caging his figure under your own with a familiar glint in your eye. 

“Is that a threat or a challenge, my love?” 

“Take it however you want dearest. I’d love to see you best me,” he purrs as a familiar syrupy sensation coagulates in his being and his arms instinctively wrap themselves around your neck. 

However, the fog that threatens to cloud his eyes is quickly dispelled by the acute bolt of pain that shoots across his chest and down to his hands, jolting himself violently away from you. 

Despite your sympathy towards the pitiful sight of him wincing and his ears flattening against his head, you chuckle: “Serves you right. Maybe you should have taken into account whether you would be physically fit enough to give into your carnal desires. I’ve been gone for months, surely you missed me in more ways than one, right dearest?”

He pathetically whines as the pain dissipates into a dull ache pulsating under each inch of muscle in his upper body: “But, please, my padisarah-” 

“Just when I was thinking about starting a family with you. I guess we can’t have any new additions when your in this sorry state.”

Abruptly, Tighnari freezes. A family? He remembers briefly mentioning it to when you were courting him whilst he was still a student of the Amurta and just a few weeks after your marriage. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to pressure you into starting one due to his responsibilities as a Forest Watcher and your various alchemical research projects. However, the fact that you’re ready for this next chapter of your lives fills the vulpine male with an insurmountable level of joy.

Impulsively, he pulls you down to him and esctatically rolls over your stunned form. “Are you serious? I’d love to! In fact, I think I’m feeling better already so why don’t we-”

You stop him in his tracks by pressing a finger against his lips: “Slow down ‘Nari,” you chastise, “you aren’t fully healed yet.”

“If that’s the case, then what about tomorrow?”

“No.”

“How about the day after that then?”

You shot back a reply in jest: “It’s not even February, why are you so eager?”

“Well since it’s you, I’m always eager to copulate-”

Embarrassed by the next words to leave his mouth, you exclaim: “Okay, I get it! You’re truly incorrigible. I don’t know how I can endure you and your high libido.”

“I, for one, think it’s because of my charming nature and irresistibly brilliant mind. How could you forget? You said so after-”

“Alright, alright, I give.” You pause to contemplate, sighing before continuing: “Fine, after assessing the severity of your injuries, you’ll be fine by next week.” At your words, you feel his tail softly swish from side-to-side and his ears perk up in elation.

Glancing at your husband, who now peers up at you endearingly, adorning an ebullient beam that you just can’t help but mirror and emanating an exuberant glow you’re glad to see return to him, you plant a kiss against his lips. “You’re such a handful but sometimes I wonder what I could have done to ever deserve you.”

Tighnari flushes at your words, a light pink dusting his cheeks: “I could say the same for you, my padisarah. I can’t believe life led me to you; I couldn’t imagine not having you or your blinding radiance by my side. I’m so grateful to have you as my partner - I don’t know if I could convey how much you mean to me. Well, I could but we may be here for a millenia.”

Warmly, you meet his gaze, staring into those beautiful viridian and hazel optics with your own, “We might have time for that don’t you think?” you remark cheekily, before tenderly announcing: “You’re my universe, Tighnari, I love you.”

“I love you too, my padisarah.”

Underneath the warm rays of the setting sun, Tighnari feels a wave of drowsiness wash over him, lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of your chest and the birdsong outside the open windows. Eventually, the tranquil sight of your beloved slumbeing against your bosom, the sound of the soft breeze entering the room you share, and the relief of being able to return to your home, your soulmate and your dearly missed routine, urges you to succumb to his warmth and doze underneath him.

Although you both don’t dream, you unconsciously catch glimpses of your future together. And you hope that it becomes more than that, that it becomes your reality. Because you wouldn’t want to live out an intangible dream, you want to carve out the next stage of your lives in the waking world. Because you suddenly feel that this is what you’ve always been fated to do. And for once you’re grateful that destiny has led you to him, the love of your life.

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World-building a Diverse Landscape

If you’re working on making a big and immersive world for your story, NaNoWriMo writer Siera Schubach has some tips for building different kinds of landscapes into your novel:

The wonderful part of writing fantasy is you don’t have to rely on reality. 

However, there is much inspiration that can be drawn from the real world that will enhance your worldbuilding efforts.

Landscapes in particular can lend believability to your fantasy world, as well as inform plot and character creation. Here are a few ideas and tips to help you on your worldbuilding journey.  

Think Outside the Forest

When we think of landscapes, a few broad categories may come to mind: 

Desert

Forest

Mountains

Plains

If you look at the landscape of any country, you will see variations on each of these broad types. There are high deserts filled with sage brush, and coastal deserts flanked by ocean. Mountains can be tall and sharp, or sloped and smooth. And forests can grow trees in every size from as tall as the giant sequoia, to as small as pinyon pines. 

In my travels this summer, I have seen some beautiful landscapes I never knew existed. Here are few that have inspired me:

Pyramid Lake, Nevada

Great Sand Dunes, Colorado

Badlands, South Dakota

Panther Creek Falls, Montana

Cove Palisades, Oregon

Tip: If you are unable to travel, a browse through google images or national park websites can lead to some interesting discoveries. 

Landscape and Character

Landscape informs character in ways we don’t always consider. We have all been shaped one way or another by the physical landscape in which we grew up. Whether it be our understanding of the world, or just what we feel comfortable living within. 

Say you have a character who was born on an island. They woke up each morning with the sound of ocean waves, surrounded by hibiscus flowers and mango trees. How might they be affected if they were suddenly moved to a desert? 

If your fantasy world consists of non-human species, then landscape can also have an impact on their physiology. How might a character who grew up in a high mountain landscape have adapted to living in high altitude? 

Take a moment and consider how you have been shaped by the landscape in which you grew up. How have your experiences changed as you’ve moved to different environments?

Now consider one of your characters. How have they been shaped by the landscapes they experienced?

Nature is Messy

Nature impacts us in a multitude of ways everyday. Whether it be allergies, or rainstorms, or a steep climb up a hill. Your characters should have the same relationship with it.

Consider the difficulties that can arise as they encounter different landscapes. Remember, there shouldn’t always be a path. Let your characters wade through the water, get tangled in the underbrush, lose their shoes in the mud. 

Difficult terrain can be a catalyst for an argument or confrontation. Waiting for the tide to go out could lead your characters to finally have that difficult conversation. A beautiful view can inspire someone to admit their true feelings. 

Let your landscape inform character decisions in the same way our real natural world informs our own. 

Tip: Take a walk and pay attention to the landscape. What plants do you encounter? What beauty do you see? 

Embrace the Unusual

We tend to view landscapes in simple terms. We can easily imagine a forest lined lake, or a desert brimming with cactus. But what about large rock formations in the middle of a plain? Or sand dunes at the base of verdant mountains? These are the sorts of unusual landscapes that make a world feel believable. 

As I’ve written before, there is no need to know every single detail of your fantasy world before getting started. Instead, consider these ideas as you write and discover what makes your fantasy landscape unique. Challenge yourself to go beyond the basic lines of landscape to something a little more interesting. 

Siera Schubach is an award-winning writer, storyteller, and random fact collector. She is currently in the depths of editing her latest fantasy novel, and working on a nonfiction book that will be published by Bloomsbury in 2024.

#nanowrimo #camp nano #worldbuilding #writing advice #siera schubach #by nano guest

[bracketsoffear]

Delirium of the Endless (Sandman) "Originally incarnated as Delight, the personification of joy and pleasure, Delirium lost that simple happiness and transformed into the personification of madness and confusion for reasons not even her otherwise omniscient brother Destiny can understand. She can drive others mad or cure them of their mental afflictions with equal measure, but which she'll do depends on her capricious moods - assuming she doesn't just inflict either of these fates completely by accident because she couldn't pay attention. Her realm is a chaotic, sprawling domain that is nigh-impossible to navigate, and her personal sigil is an abstract spiralling swirl."

Simon (Hawaii: Part II/Miracle Musical) "I promise you, this dude is in EVERY Spiral and Distortion playlist ever. The album tells an ambiguous story, but this trilogy of tracks within is the most obviously Spiral fable ever that isn't from TMA itself. He is a liar and he is deluded: he is a perpetrator and a victim. Every single possible Spiral motif imaginable appears in his story, both aesthetically and thematically.

Simon talks about himself in third-person in the song Murders, and describes himself "in the forest looking to see the trees, but none were there" and seeking the "fountain of infinite mirror", presumably some fractalline Spiral artifact. Simon finds a girl and is paranoid of "terrors or none were there" & a "shadow of nobody there".

In the song "The Mind Electric", he finds himself on trial for the murder of this girl, which he may or may not have commited - he's an unreliable narrator. He pleads insanity, which may or may not be true, and the judge who appears as a holy figure sentences him to electroshock treatment. His brain is fried and he deludes himself into thinking all the hospital workers are holy people and "spiraling down thy majesty". The song's climax is a cry from him: "Someone help me understand what's going on inside my mind / Doctor, I can't tell if I'm not me", before spurting out incoherent phrases.

In the song Labyrinth, Simon retreats into a mind palace in the form of an ever-shifting maze of impossible geometry. He imagines a woman's voice calling: "See how I circle / Imaginary mind, imaginary lines / Let the maze of my design carry you on".

And then he gets time-travel powers and causes 9/11 or something? I dunno, it's a very ambiguous album."

#spiral poll #the magnus archives #the sandman #hawaii part ii #miracle musical #poll

[sabineelectricheart]

Off the Forest’s Beaten Path

Summary: Ominis and Rosalie are enjoying their last few days before Summer Break. Something hits them, and they start missing each other before their time is up.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 1100

Notes: If it’s unclear, the “something” is horniness.

“Ominis…” The girl breathes, hands gripping the grassy wall of the small alcove by the road that they found, seeking purchase for stability as she forces her taut body to relax. “People… People will see…”

Rough, slightly wand-calloused fingers circle her clit lightly from under her long skirt, and Rosalie keens at the friction. The pressure has her seeing stars.

“Oh, so now you care about what they think.” Her boyfriend chuckles almost nastily, his fingers tightly digging into her hips. “You were not too keen on subtlety when you were begging me to fuck you earlier.”

He thrusts into her like he disapproves, and Rosalie whimpers. He covers her mouth with his left hand, muffling the needy noises that were escaping her throat, while the right one rips apart every piece of clothing he can find on her body. She is too mindless to notice or to form a coherent thought when he manages to find the spot in her cunt that made her eyes roll back. She clenches at the sensation, and his pace stutters.

He swears underneath his breath, saying, “You like this, yeah?”

His hot breath tickles her throat, groaning when he reaches over to grab a handful of her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. He feels her swallow when he nips her shoulder, pinching her nipples at her lack of response, and she whines pathetically.

He quickly lets his member out from inside his pants, letting it out from the tight and painful prison it raged against. His large hands spread her open, her arousal dripping on her inner thighs. With a rough movement, he shuffles her around and lines her entrance to his cock and pulling her down in a single motion, eliciting almost a scream between them.

In time, they find a rhythm.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asks breathlessly against her neck.

Rosalie pushes her hips back as her answer, bottoming out on his cock. Ominis bites his lip, suppressing a moan at how her warm walls squeeze him, the sensation spreading across his lower abdomen. He twitches inside her, and pride unfurls in her chest at how she can turn this stoic man into a panting mess.

“Merlin, Rosalie.” He moans, slipping on a syllable or other. His tall frame leans over her as he shoves his heavy cock through her wet, warm slit. “You’re such a fucking distraction.”

Affection warms his chest as she lets out a giggle. He knows she means to tease him, but it is hardly effective as her breath is let out on stockings, timed by his frantic fucking. He loves her, he loves her so fucking much, that, whenever it hits him, it makes his knees go weak.

“It wasn’t like you were paying much attention to your book in the first place.” She retorts.

Rosalie hazily recalls their abandoned picnic in the forest that they abandoned moments ago. She wonders if any creatures have got into the food that she prepared for them or if some highwayman stole the potions she left at her travel bag near the clearing.

They had been enjoying the springtime weather together, seizing the last few days before school ends, that Ominis returns to Yorkshire for the first time in years and she travels to the continent with her family for the social events around Europe. Suddenly, the realisation that she would spend three whole months away from her boyfriend hit her straight like a train.

In response, the girl sat down next to the blond wizard, who was reading a book with his wand under a large tree. She began cooing and invading his personal space, touching him all over.

“What are you doing?” He asked, miffed more than annoyed at her disposition.

“Nothing…” She said, smiling.

He pressed her further, and she ended up explaining that she would miss him over the summer. As she spoke, she noticed that Ominis had not really considered it before, and it is only then coming to him.

He pulls her up and casts Revelio, looking for a cave or nook out of sight from the road. As soon as he finds it, he begins to ravish her like a starved man.

Rosalie is pulled from her reverie as his cock head hits the soft spot inside of her, pushing all her thoughts out her ear, making her mind go blank. Her cunt feels stuffed as his cock continues to drag along her soaking walls, and she envelops him further when she arches her spine. Clutching at the lush wall in front of her, he grunts roughly against her ear.

“You are too pretty to be ignored.” He states, his words low and saccharine.

“Please, Ominis…” She cries, the knot in her abdomen tightening. “It’s too deep, I’m so full.”

“But you are taking it so well.” He tuts tenderly, her arousal covering his fingers, as he thrusts into her, hitting areas in her cunt that make him feel impossibly deeper. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes!” She answers, moaning, the desperation for release clawing at her tensed body. “Please, let me cum.”

Rosalie feels his smirk on her shoulder as he complies, fucking her with borderline malicious intent, his thrusts picking up a pace that is faster and rougher as he aims for her release. Her body jolts and she sob as the tension in her breaks, her vision going white at the pleasure.

She shudders in his arms, her pussy milking his cock. He thrusts feverishly inside of her, stretching her even more, her cum making her cunt squelch obscenely.

Ominis pushes his cock further, grabbing her hips until he spills his cum inside her, breathless.

Both of them stand in the darkness, breathing hard. She looks at him, his eyes are closed and his breathing is frantic, and she smile. His heart flutters.

“Shall we get you cleaned up?” He offered, timid. “I am sorry for ruining tour clothes.”

Ah. Her boyfriend is just like that, something takes over him and unleashes his deepest desires, and then he thinks that he has overstepped and has something to be sorry about.

She chuckles and kisses his flushed cheek. “That is alright, it is nothing that a few spells cannot fix.”

Ominis feels a rush of her magic around him, probably her wiping something that he cannot see from his own uniform.

“Thank you…” He said.

Rosalie laces her fingers on his and leads him out of the cave. “I love you, and I will miss you.”

He smiled widely. “I will miss you, too.”

*_*_*_*_*

Hogwarts Legacy Masterlist

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt

[poemsbypel]

A Word From A Bird

Now here is a little and large poem Which we hope, in our hearts will find a home. And if we love it and give it our blessing, It will have the freedom, to roam and roam. Now, to bring it to life, with colour and sound, We found, it's meant to be read or sung aloud. For strange to us, as it may seem, We may get the feeling, we're talking to a crowd. We may get the feeling, we are talking to the unseen. For it carries its own hidden music and rhyme, Which seems to get better and louder in time.

And as we know, we all like good news, Because good news creates more good news. So we have taken care, to use kind and thoughtful words. We listened to our trees and we listened to our birds. We listened to the Oceans and to the free herds. We listened to the Fire, burning brightly. We listened to the Wind, blowing lightly. We listened to the Earth, day after day And here’s what they, all have to say.

“Let’s forgive the mistakes of the past And stop worrying about the future, For the die has been cast. Just live in the present, to see what it brings. For the times that are coming, will show us, Some amazing new things.”

But first a big thank you for the paper, That carries this poem. For we must remind ourselves please, Who really pays without a murmur or a moan. It is not you or me, Nor the birds nor the fish in the seas, But rather, our courageous and caring, terrific trees. Though we give it little thought, our trees pay the price, Every single day, so let’s be nice. Let’s give them in this poem, one free page, For our fast oncoming Magical New Age. To listen to them, to let them have they say.

And though much of our World Is in such a big and scary shamble. It only takes one with courage, To take a little gamble. To believe the trees; To listen to the breeze within the leaves. And if we believe, their simple little message in this. We may find our life in time, could become just bliss. We may find, we might even fly like a bird. After all, it’s only one colour, one note, one word. So why not try it. Test it out. We have nothing to lose, except our pain, And if we don’t like it, we can throw it back out, Until we’re ready, until it comes around again.

So now it’s time, to clean up the Planet. Come on John, it’s up to you and Janet. Let’s start right now and begin to plan it. There’s no time to wait for the rest. First we’re going to end starvation, Then it’s more conservation, re-forestation and preservation And that’s just one solution. We’re so fed up with our own pollution. It’s time for our gentle revolution. So come on, it’s up to us, let’s do our best.

And when we decide just to, let go our Hell, For those that have fallen, for those that fell. And when we decide to let go our fear and sorrow, To create for our children, a safe and happy tomorrow. And when, to our frightened and excited surprise, We begin at last to slowly realize, That sometimes, we are the Devil in disguise And sometimes, we are as bright as Angel’s eyes. Then we can help us all, let go the war, As we learn and grow and have some fun, Like we know we did, many times before. After all most of us, are in the dark, travelling blind, Searching for that spark, which one day, we’re bound to find, Waiting for our children, to discover their own happy pilgrim.

So attention Trees. Stand at ease God's Grace. Our Grace Hurray, thank you. Now we’ve had our say. And with no further ado, Here’s our little Fairy Story, For us and for you.

Penned by P.E.L.

P.E.L., Bluebell Forest. Acrylic painting.

#poem #nature #wholesome #poetry blog #poetry #illustrated poem #illustrated poetry #painting #acrylic painting #art

[anna1306]

Me: I'm gonna write 12 stories and finish with these mini-imagines on the 13th, right when my birthday comes

My brain: no... You gonna be depressed, drowned in work, eating stress away and alone on your birthday, plus here you go, another obsession with new horror story c:

So yeah, my plan on posting every day for 13 days straight didn't work out, but I will post everything I planned. But this is first. Even if I am 5 days late, I wanted these on my birthday.

Thanks to wonderful @youneedsomeprompts and @seaside-writings for their prompts on the birthday theme

Birthdays

David

It wasn't how you planned to spend the day and night at all. Your legs hurt, your breath wasn't steady at all, your chest hurt from the lack of oxygen, and all you wanted - just stop and sit for a while. But you couldn't do that immediately. Firstly, you had to find the cover and hide there.

So when you saw big stones, almost forming some kind of a cave, you jumped right in there. You tried to hold your breath and calm yourself down a bit. This whole situation still seemed absurd. But sadly it was a reality.

The hunters decided it was a good time to visit Santa-Carla. They wanted to kill your boyfriend and his friends. But you, being still a human, wasn't their target, they had no reasons to hunt you. Still they saw a regularity in people displeasing you and disappearing short right after that. So after some talk near the edge of the Boardwalk that turned really sour really fast... And after couple of shots from the shotgun in your direction, you just ran for it.

You didn't know where they were or how much of them were there. All you knew - you wanted out of this goddamn forest. You legs hurt, you lungs hurt, you hands were in little cuts from trees and branches you shoved away. And chill of the night was slowly getting to you. You wanted to go home and take a warm bath. From your place you couldn't see any of them, so you tried to carefully look out. Maybe you would notice at least any silhouette... Suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder and put a hand on your mouth. You squealed in that hand and tried to fight back.

"Hush, you!" You heard familiar hiss and turned your head a bit. David held you firmly, but didn't cause any damage. You breathed out and only then he let you go, knowing you wouldn't fight him again. "What's going on here?" He demanded

"There are some hunters. I don't know how much weapon they have, but they asked me a while ago bunch of questions about you and others, then they started got angry, I didn't know what to do, so I just..."

"Shhh, kitten, it's alright. Are you hurt?" You shook your head, grabbing his hand.

"They missed. I think. I don't feel any pain." David looked at your shoulder a bit concerned, but for the most part kept his neutral face. You tried to look down, but he put a hand on your cheek, making you look only at him.

"Just a scratch, don't worry. Me and the boys are gonna deal with them. Then I'll come for you. Don't come out before I am here, you understand?"

"Yeah... Good idea, be careful." You sighed and leaned on a stone. Sudden realisation made you scoff. "I really didn't think that fighting for my life would be acceptable way to celebrate my birthday." David listened to you and laughed quietly. He slowly leaned in and kissed your temple.

"I'll make them pay. And then we can do whatever you want. Silly movie, drunk party with everyone romantic date one-on-one. Whatever you say, my kitten. It is your day. It is your night. I won't let these fuckers take that away..."

Dwayne

You loved your boyfriend. He was cute, he was hot, he was beautiful, he was smart. He loved you, he listened to you, he was very attentive and didn't disregard you or thought you were beneath him. Dwayne was gentleman when he needed to be and a beast when he wanted to be one. He was perfect.

Yet, he was predictable in one thing. Gifts on your birthday. Every year he got you a book. Of course it was expected of a person who was reading at every single free minute given, but still. For the first few times it was cute and interesting. He had a great taste in stories, so you read all of the books with interest, but after a while it became boring.

After you got turned by Max it took you nearly a year to get on good terms with all of them. It took four more years to become friends with Dwayne. One more year to kiss him for the first time. And five more years to get onto the final base of your relationship. Almost 12 years after and he never failed to gift you a book. Sometimes he brought you a little trinket, but only some of the years. Books - were a must.

He gave everyone different things. Paul - new clothes or something music affiliated. Marko - artistic stuff. David - some dark and gothic stuff. You? You didn't get the chance to even change the theme or have any kind of variety.

"Where is it? Let's get done with it right now." You sighed, standing at the entrance of his nest. Dwayne raised his brow at this, as if asking you question silently. "The book. You are gonna give me another one of those, so I want to just get it over with."

"... You haven't got it?" He asked quietly. It was your turn to look at him confused. Dwayne smiled a bit and took some book from under his bed. "Let's go."

He took you by your hand and lead you to your room. You didn't understand what he wanted from you, but still went after him. Was there more? What didn't you notice before? Or he was meaning something else? You really couldn't put two and two together.

He took you to your room. And that was surprising, as you literally had no idea of what was going on or what he wanted to show you. Dwayne stopped you in front of your bookshelf and let go of your hand. Brunette placed another little trinket in your hand and stepped to the bookshelf, putting the book on the right from all the other ones.

"Stop being all mysterious, please..."

"Shhhh..." Dwayne stood behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. "Look at the spines of the books."

You sighed, knowing he won't tell anything else. So you tried to focus and see what he asked of you. You carefully looked at the books he gifted you, again and again going from one of them to another. Before you noticed that the first letters of the titles were marked. Some red, some white, but all of them slowly combined together in...

"My eternity?" You looked at him, turning your head a bit. He smiled and kissed your cheek.

"I thought you would notice the order. But apparently I was too... Subtle. Sorry." He mumbled into your neck, making you smile. You looked back at the bookshelf and giggled. You knew that Dwayne wasn't that simple. You just didn't have to doubt him.

"Sorry for... Earlier..." You started, but Dwayne kissed you in the lips, turning you in his arms, so you would face him. You hugged him, kissing back and closing your eyes in pleasure.

"Don't be. You couldn't know, so you got angry, I would get too if someone were to gift me the same thing over and over again. If you said earlier, I wouldn't wonder if I ruined your birthdays in the last couple of years. Say, you still have all these things and little glasses I gave you?.. They are... A part of a bigger picture too. Let's see what we can get together, my princex."

Paul

"Why the fuck this is so hard!!!!"

Another spatula was thrown into the wall. Paul slowly, but progressively became more and more angry. He hated all of it. Stupid kitchen, stupid recipe, stupid cherry, stupid everything that didn't listen to him.

He loved you to the moon and back. You were beautiful, hot, strong, perfect in his eyes. And for the first time in years he didn't want to rush anything. Paul waited for the kiss, for your first time, for the first bite... You knew, but still was hesitant to turn, so he waited. Very nervously, as David nagged him about it, and he was worried that you would change your mind. But he didn't rush it.

Today was supposed to be worry-free. It was supposed to be the light night, filled with laughter, smiles and jokes and love. It was your birthday. And even if he wanted to have you all to himself and nothing more, he could have it on his birthday. For today Paul wanted to do something for the other person, and that was rare. He knew you liked pastry and sweets, so he set up to cook you something.

"You sure you don't need help? I know we are immortal and in the cave, but we don't need you burning the whole thing into the ground." Dwayne hesitantly gave him one of the recipe books he found. Paul showed his tongue to him.

"Have some faith in me, dude! I know what I'm doing."

He had no idea.

Paul tried one, two, four, six times. This was seventh and... Hopefully, the luckiest one. This time he even managed to put the pie in the old oven they had. But this stupid cream... Why was it so hard to make it thick? Or at least the same texture, without any bumps?! He mixed it several times already and to no avail. He wanted to do something good for you so hard, but this cooking thing just refused to work with him.

"What is hard?" He whipped on his heels to see you standing in the entrance of the kitchen.

"Baby, Happy Birthday! I wish you everything good and well and perfect and..."

"Easy there." You laughed, stopping his mumbling, as you knew it could go on for hours. "Thank you. Can I get a birthday kiss?" You made a pouting face and stretched the hands to him. Paul jumped to the occasion and pulled you to himself. He kissed you deeply and passionately, forgetting all about his frustrations. It was magic of how you affected him. You pulled away a bit, when you were out of breath and smiled. "So... What are you of all people doing in the kitchen? And what is hard?"

"I... Babe, don't interrogate me!" He whined, watching as you lifted the spatula from the floor. You looked at him with little smile and knowing look. He would tell you everything, you knew that much. He sighed in defeat. "I wanted to make a birthday pie for you. And I..."

"I hope this all was berries." You pointed at his hands, covered in something red and the table with red splashes all over it. Before Paul could answer with another sarcastic remark, you added. "I don't want your blood, so don't make a pie out of it, it is... Gross."

"You are no fun." Paul snickered and leaned onto the table with his hips. He sighed, looking at you. "I wanted so hard to make something good for you. But this stupid cream!!! I tried three times already and I can't understand why I can't mix it properly. I do everything the book says and still nothing!"

"Let's do it together." You offered, coming to him and putting spatula away. He put his hands on your waist, as you leaned into him for a hug. "I love cooking and it would be perfect way of spending time together."

"I love you so much, you know? I was stuck and frustrated with all of this, and by the way, I am astonished that you cook all this good food you give me by yourself. And you just came in and lit up my mood and I was supposed to do this as this is your day. But you are just... You are my sunshine and moonshine and every single shine out there, you are... My everything. I am so in love with you, I am ready to believe you are a witch!"

"I am mere human. And the pie is burning, according to the smoke." You pointed to the oven. He cursed, darting to it and switching it off. Paul turned to you with nearly saved pie to see you spitting the cherrystone from one of little berries that were left on the table. He froze under your look. "What?"

"I forgot about the cherrystones in pie..."

Marko

It was a habit now. You trying to outdone your boyfriend in gifts and him competing with you. It had been five years since you figured out that you had one birthday and now... Now it was almost full-on war.

Who would gift the biggest plush bear. Who would buy the most pricy dinner. Who would gift more flowers. Who would be more creative with some artistic stuff. It was a war.

"Are you sure?" Dwayne was really sceptical, but helped you load motorbike details into your car nonetheless. "They are expensive, you know?"

"Oh shut it, he looked very suspicious near the jewelry, I don't want to mess it up." You put a set of paints in the front seat. "He wanted a competition, I would give him one."

"Can't wait to see what you would gift him after your turning." Dwayne scoffed, walking to his bike. For the boys it was always fun. Bets on who would go out with their gifts more, bets on who would buy the most pricy one. Bets on who would cry. Every time it was Paul from how cute you both were.

At first it was funny and cute - how he tried to outdone you, pamper you when nearly all of their money wasn't theirs to begin with. But with time it really grew into competition. On year three you already were past three gifts for one birthday.

Now it was harder. He never repeated himself, and neither did you. You wanted Marko to have the best of the best. You heard from David short story of how they had found him, you saw that even if they weren't technically poor, they still couldn't get a lot. So of course you wanted to pamper him.

You exited the car after parking near boys' bikes. As soon as Dwayne walked down the stairs, Marko appeared on them, walking to you with a mischievous grin.

"Hello, sugar." He almost sang, kissing you on cheek, holding his hands behind him. "Dwayne said you had a gift for me. It's early this year."

"Wanted it to be a surprise." You took him by the hand and lead him to the trunk of your car. His face, when you opened it, was enough to understand he didn't expect this. "I know that you have wanted these details for your bike for a while now, so I ordered them. It wasn't easy, I must say, but..."

"Baby, they are expensive as hell!" He looked at you in awe.

"Eh, they are not worth more than money." You scoffed. "I can earn more later. Plus I have some oil paints and art stuff, albums, scetchbooks e.c. And also we can go to your favourite comic book store, I heard they had a collectible cover of your favourite line and..." You were interrupted, when Marko pulled you into the hug, literally squeezing you in his arms. You were surprised by this emotional outburst. He always tried to look cool for you, so for him to be so sensitive was an overwhelming reaction.

"I can never find you something as good as this."

"Marko, it's not about competition. Well.... Maybe a little bit. But only a little! I want you to have good things, to make your dreams come true, to give you what you deserve and just pamper you!" You hugged him back and tried to get him to understand your point. He smiled and kissed you shortly.

"I love you, sugar. And you are worth everything. It is... A bit hard for me to accept that you gift me cooler stuff than I do to you, but... I will get used to this, I have the whole eternity with you after all! I am so happy we have one day together just for the both of us. Let's never change this competition, okay!"

Star

"You really shouldn't..."

"My love, it's fine. I am glad to help you." Star smiled at you with her bright smile. She was floating near your ceiling, as you sat at the table, watching her hanging the curtains.

"You are doing this all evening." You mumbled, turning away. She did everything since she came to your house earlier. Didn't want to wash the dishes? She had done it, while talking about boys. Had to climb to hang the new curtains - she flew up before you could take a chair.

Of course it wasn't that bad. She wanted to help, there was no harm in it. But still, it was like you couldn't do anything without her. Like you were helpless. That annoyed you. Even if it was your birthday, you wanted to do anything.

"My love?" She lowered herself on the floor and stood still for a moment. She was still getting used to new powers of hers, so it took her some time. "You look... Very thoughtful."

"Don't worry. Are you done?" You smiled at her a bit. She sighed and came to you, sitting on your lap. Star hugged you and put a head on your shoulder.

"Love, I know when you are down, you know? It's your day, why are you so lost in your thoughts. Is something bothering you?" She sounded a bit worried, and you felt a tingle of guilt. You were a bit sad, but you didn't wanted her to be worried. You sighed and hugged her back.

"No, not at all. It's just... You don't let me do anything." You mumbled. "Like at all. I tried to do dishes, you intervene. I said about curtains, you flew up. I'm afraid to tell you that I have to cook. I can do things by myself, you know?" You scoffed. Star pulled a bit away to look in your eyes.

"I just tried to free you of your chores. I know you hate doing dishes or climbing somewhere, so... Plus I don't exactly have any gift for you, and I just wanted to do something good for you." She kissed you on your cheek. "I didn't mean it to look like I think you are not capable of doing anything yourself.

"I want to spend evening and night with you. Making some food with you or ordering something. And just relax by watching movie. You don't need to do anything for me. You are my only gift I ever need." You smiled at her kindly and she returned the smile, kissing you softly on the lips.

"Than I'll help you make your favourite food and we can watch some of your favourite horrors and cuddle. I'll do all of your least likeable things in kitchen and you... The rest. Sorry, I won't change you for any chores and would listen to you more closely. I promise."

Michael

Nervous was an understatement. He was almost panicking.

You were his lover. His sunshine. His precious partner that he wouldn't change for anything in the world. You accepted him with every flaw he had, explained when he didn't understand something, supported him and, most importantly, loved him.

And he gave everything back. He was ready to hug you, to listen to you anytime you needed. He was ready to try and give you any advice he could. Michael was ready to help you any time. Even if you both had met before his turning, you both would connect, he was sure of it.

He wanted to give you anything you wanted. He was ready to pamper you to the best of his abilities. Go on a date on some alone cliff? Let's go. Want to try new diner? He was already driving you there. Someone pestering you? Well, expect a new 'missing poster'.

But on your birthday he wanted to do a little special something. He wanted to give you something that would remind you of him. Something that would tell you how much he loved you without words, as he sometimes said the stupidest things in the world.

Michael read the book that he took from the store four times and still it was hard as hell. His hands were sore (thankfully, they healed pretty fast), his eyes hurt and every time something went wrong, he wanted to crush everything.

But he did it. Michael beat his insecurities down and came on top. He did what he wanted. He spent the whole night carefully wrapping it and ignoring others' snickering.

"You sure you don't want to go to some normal shop for some bracelet?" Paul offered from the couch, looking at Michael's back.

"I am sure, Paul, get lost." Michael didn't even turn. He still couldn't get silent for all of their teasing, but he tried to be nonchalant about it. It was a success now. Almost.

"It looks like an ugly chipmunk." Marko commented, standing near him. Michael didn't answer at once. He finished wrapping the gift and put it away. And only than looked at the blonde.

"I think it's good to finally see yourself after so many years without mirror than." Yes, there was a fight. Yes, David had to get them apart from each other. But Michael didn't care.

Alright, maybe a little bit. He was panicking you wouldn't like it. Knowing you, you wouldn't even say it. You would just accept the gift and think that he did bad, but not tell him. It was important to him that you would like it, but he couldn't be sure of it. And it ate him alive.

"I hope you like it." It was almost a whisper. You took his gift and unwrap it. There were little wooden figures of wolf and bat. It was little bit crooked, it was not so obvious, but it looked...

"It's so cool! Did you do that?!" You looked at him in awe. Michael nodded hesitantly. "It's fantastic! I didn't know you could do such cool stuff!"

"You really think this is cool?" He asked with light smile, unsure of whether or not you were honest with him.

"Of course! My favourite animal and... Kinda your form. It's so pretty!" You took one of the figures, looking it over. Michael watched you with a relieved sigh. He was so worried you wouldn't like it, that he completely forgot about the fact that maybe you would like it. You didn't lie, now he could feel it. "It's the best gift you could give me!"

"I am glad you like it. To be honest I was afraid you... Won't like it. It's not great from the store, but... If you want to - I would do everything for you by hand from now on. Even if it takes several nights in a row. For you - everything."

Poly

Chaos. It was pure, utter chaos every second. And you liked it.

The idea was Paul's and everyone else decided it was good. Good idea from Paul was rare occasion, he was proud for three nights in a row. He offered to go on a road trip. And while it could be difficult in days, they came up with a route that would include staying in some dark houses along it.

Everyone was responsible for their thing. Star - making sure they had food and all necessities, Michael - for the working order of the bikes. Paul - entertainment and music, Marko - clothes if they needed anything. Dwayne - map and the road. David... He commanded and organized everything and everyone around himself.

You set out three nights before your birthday, starting at evening. Every two hours or so you made a stop. For you - to stretch after so much time after bike riding. For them - to check everything and make sure everything was fine. And to have fun.

Every stop was chaotic. Paul found a way to get under someone's skin, David smoked, Dwayne tried to save Paul's ass from beating... It was like any normal night in the cave, but out there.

Your first day was spent in some abandoned house. Of course there wasn't any bed big enough to fit all seven of you, so Dwayne and Paul took some beams on top of the house. You, Star and Michael were on the bed, David and Marko - near you, on some old dusty couch. It wasn't great, but at least it wasn't daylight.

You drove half of the next night before you got to the gas station. The boys caused ruckus, of course, with Marko and Paul gathering every alcohol they could see and with Dwayne and David making it look like it was normal situation. You made them promise they wouldn't eat poor teenager behind the counter, so they obliged. But left you with Michael, who filled up their bikes.

Your schedule was off now, as you spent the next half of the night, eating all of the snacks and trying to snatch your favourite and last package of gummies from Dwayne. This prick used his height and abilities to escape from you, and Marko used his to help you catch him, as you promised to share with him.

You nearly missed the sunrise, stumbling into some warehouse. You and Star set out to find some mattress and when you went back with what you had found, Marko was already sleeping, leaning on David. Dwayne, Paul and Michael already were on some rafters, but David waited for you to go to sleep before them.

At the third night you drove almost non-stop. Apparently the delay from the previous night made all the boys more concentrated on getting to the destination point. You didn't know what that was - they didn't tell you. But you trusted them. Even if they raced each other and did sick and dangerous tricks.

You arrived on the spot already exhausted. So you just went in some kind of the cave, almost falling asleep on Paul. They still managed to find you something soft to sleep on, before cuddling with you. Paul stayed by your side only after he promised not to do anything sexual, because let them be, Paul, they are tired, you pervert.

You were woken by David. You sleepily looked at him and at the boys behind him. Star looked more or less energetic, Marko and Paul yawned non-stop, while Michael and Dwayne were... Okay.

"What's... Guys, it's still day!" You sat straight, noticing light from the entrance of the cave. David smiled lightly and pulled you by your hand, so you would stand up.

"We are inside, don't worry. It's evening." He lead you to the entrance by your hand. "Just look outside, kitten." He let go of you only when he couldn't go after you. You looked at them all suspiciously, but still listened. When you stepped out of the cave, you gasped. Before you was ocean, almost under your feet. Cliff before you was going down very abruptly, letting you take in the whole view down there. The sun was slowly going down the horizon, painting the sky in red and almost pinkish undertones. You could even see the Santa-Carla from here, small town on the beach. If not for the lighthouse, you would miss it.

"This is..." You turned to the cave, looking at everyone.

"Happy birthday!" Marko and Paul screamed in unison, joined by Star. Michael sent you a shy smile, while David only smirked at you.

"Happy birthday, kitten." He said not so loud. They made all this road trip for you to see this beauty. You could feel the tears from the whole spectrum of emotions. They did all of this for you, for your celebration. You rushed to them for cuddles.

Later in the night they made a big bonfire. They passed each other bottles with their "wine", Michael and Dwayne made you dinner on the fire. You managed to dance near it with Paul and not burn yourself. Marko even flew with you a little bit.

When you got exhausted, you sat down with food, Star behind you, hugging and relaxing with you. The others gave you gifts. How they managed to hide it all from you on the road here, you didn't know.

Star gave you some cute bracelets with different figures of animals, or just interesting ornament. Michael, a bit awkwardly, gave you videogames. He was still figuring out your tastes and was afraid he would mess up. Marko just sort of dropped on you scetchbook and notebook and some of pencils and different patches. Dwayne gifted you scented candles he knew you would like, brushing pencils from your shoulders and knees, not caring for Marko's protests. Paul proudly gave you some tapes with "Mixtapes for Baby" scribbled down on them with lots of hearts. Last one was David.

He gave you a little package. You carefully unwrapped it, finding some small, but very delicate vial in it. You couldn't understand at first what it was, but then it hit you, when you tilted it and looked at it in the light of the fire.

"Is it..."

"Yes, it is out blood. All of us." He nodded, sitting next to you. "There is no rush. But we wanted to be sure that you have that. If something, Hell forbid, is to happen to you in a day, we want you to be okay."

"Guys..." You looked at the boys around you, Marko bickering with Dwayne, Paul snuggling to Michael, while the fire lit up everyone's faces. You were the happiest at this moment. Star kissed you on the neck and smiled. "I love you so much."

"We love you too, darling. Happy birthday."

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[sullefx]

moonlight

in which you go out and meet neytiri in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep and have an important conversation.

fluff, slight angst

2k word count

neytiri x fem!reader

this is like my first time actually writing anything avatar related so bare with me sdfgk

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The moon had always been a source of comfort. The cool light filtering through the tangled branches looming over the burrow as the rest of the clan slept while you lay awake, wondering what the next day would bring. It was never hard to let fatigue overtake her but it was more difficult than usual this night. It was what led you to rise from her nest to slip into the night where you prayed the answer for your restlessness awaited. Slender fingers lifting from your side to make sure your bolas were fastened to your waist, you golden gaze calmly swept the sleeping burrow as you took one step and then another to the entrance of the den. It was dark. It had always been dark but it was what the Nguway had grown accustomed to. While most Na’vi didn’t take easily to the lack of light, the Nguway clan embraced the darkness and so had you. You had light feet, knowing exactly where each pebble lay burrowed in the dirt and where the ground rose in the slightest by memory at this point. Many nights had been spent paying for the mistakes you’d made in your youth, tripping over another’s tail or something alike. Heart seemingly frozen in your chest, you finally took a breath once the warm night air was grazing over your skin and you could see the large orb lingering in the sky. Anyone could see the way your shoulders relaxed as you took in the forest, ears curving to pick up every little sound made whilst you dug your toes into the cool dirt. Slowly, your eyes fell shut and you released a long breath with it. At peace, finally.

“Finally.”

The single word was enough to make your eyes nearly fly open with alarm, more than ready to strike down whoever had been watching you in that moment. However, it only took but a moment for yoiu to recognize the voice before your shoulders were dropping once more and the corner of your full lips began to curve into the smallest of smirks. “Patience has never been something you succeed at, yawnetu.” Giving a faint tilt of your head, your attention rose from the land in front of you to the trees where your lover had seemingly been waiting for you. It wasn’t hard to see her matching smirk with how she laid, forearms resting against the thick branch and her head peeking over a few leaves. “I have missed you, Neytiri.” And you had. Time had stretched on for what felt like eons and yet none of it included spending time with the Omaticaya warrior. 

“Have you? I could not tell.” Neytiri’s voice rang out once more, a playful tone lingering somewhere within her words and you didn’t have to actually look to know that she was grinning. “You are starting to get too busy for me…” Listening to the faint rustling of the leaves with the woman sitting up, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Always so dramatic. No one really knew just how dramatic your lover could be at times purely because of the stoic front she always put up but you knew. It had come as a surprise to you when you’d first met but you grew to love her even more now because of it. Taking a few steps closer to the tree, you lifted a hand to rest against the smooth bark of the tree that your girlfriend had climbed all the while scrunching your nose in the slightest at the words being spoken.

“Training takes a lot of time but you have not left my mind..” Warm voice just a hair above a whisper, you study Neytiri where she sits. The pale moonlight highlighting her visage, the illuminating dots speckled across her face calling eyes to every feature that makes her an Omaticayan beauty. The bright yellow flower adoring her dark hair was an afterthought with all of your attention solely on the woman. Eyes meeting her equally golden ones, there were no words spoken for a couple beats. Just you two studying and admiring each other in the moonlight. For a short moment, you considered climbing up the tree just to fully bask in the other’s presence, however you both know that your a terrible climber even for a Na’vi. There would be no use in sneaking out in the middle of the night if you awoke your people with your screaming as you fall from the branches. “Are you going to come greet me officially or will we talk to each other like this for the rest of the night?” Head tilting once more, your lips grow into a full blown smirk now with the teasing tone in your voice. 

It was a bit..odd, your meeting, having been completely unintentional. It was many months before, when you were still training yourself to become a warrior having not yet had your iknimaya, and you had been struggling greatly. Mastering the art of the bolas had never been easy for any Nguway save for your father and only a handful of other warriors and it was more than frustrating that you hadn’t inherited her father’s grace with the weapon. After yet another unsuccessful training session, you’d wandered off to practice on your own. Ikinmaya was quickly approaching and bringing dishonor to her family was unacceptable. 

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“Shit!” Crying out in clear distress, you stared heavily at the spot where the twine and stone weapon landed within the brush. Heaving a long and heavy sigh, you considered just giving up for a second. You could just not have an iknimaya and become a forager or something alike…right? A scoff was escaping your lips before you could even fully finish the thought. You needed to be a warrior. Protecting the Nguway clan had been a part of your family since the ancestors walked the lands. There was no way you could become anything else. Fists clenching, you stepped through the underbrush in the direction of where you’d carelessly thrown your only weapon before stooping down to pick it up. “Stupid balls.” Too far gone in your emotions, you hadn’t at all noticed the airy chuckle somewhere among the trees. While you hadn’t picked up on the presence of another at first, another careless toss of the twine and stones into the trees quickly alerted you of Neytiri. The yelp followed by a string of curses was enough to make you freeze where you stood. Had you indirectly caused a war? Amber eyes wide as saucers as you stared at the young girl tangled by the ankles on the ground, you couldn’t believe it. “I did it!” Rather than being ashamed of hurting another, you were much too happy about catching something. Or someone in this case.

“You are celebrating? Just wait until I free myself of these..things and I will give you something to celebrate about-” Cutting herself off with another string of curses, Neytiri turned her attention to untangling the twine wrapped tightly around her ankles with violence clear on her mind. The sharp words she spewed were quick to cut your celebration short before you were rushing forward to help all the while spewing sudden apologies yourself.

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“Well?” Breaking the silence now with the single word, you couldn’t help growing somewhat impatient. While being attracted to someone was nothing new to you, it was completely different when it came to Neytiri. Everything was different. Bright eyes holding a glimmer of excitement and anticipation, it only took but a second before Neytiri was slipping off of the thicker branch she’d perched on to descend through the thinner ones and laid on her feet beside you all with a certain grace about her. There was something else on your mind to say - perhaps yet another tease or something just as dramatic - but you didn’t have the chance to get it out with Neytiri’s lips suddenly meeting yours. It took only half a second before you were reciprocating the gesture, hands lifting for your fingers to gently brush over her waist before finding their place on her hips. Leaning into her touch with her fingers sliding into your braided hair, an airy hum was leaving you involuntarily at her touch. Chest pressing into hers with the slight arch of your back, you were always just a little needy when it came to her. Catching Neytiri’s lower lip between your teeth to nip in the slightest, the sound of her faint gasp was amusing. A familiar warmth began to bloom in both your chest and between your thighs and you grabbed her lover’s hips to pull her closer, doing good not to smile and get distracted. However, feeling the small twitch of Neytiri’s lips, you couldn’t help doing the same. She’d been right. It had been a while. While you’d gotten used to feeling the warmth of Neytiri’s body so close too yours, in even the most heated of moments, you couldn’t help just feeling..giddy now. 

It went without saying but whatever heat had been starting to form at that moment collapsed into something softer and with the both of you pulling away from each other, albeit reluctantly, to just gaze at each other once more before the taller of one was taking your hand to lead you further into the forest. “Come.”

Now you weren’t sure where the hell Neytiri was leading you but you were obviously following. You’d follow her to the ends of the earth if you had to. Fingers intertwining with hers, the restlessness that you’d been experiencing before was nonexistent at this point. All you could feel now was excitement. You were with your lover now, for better or for worse. You both knew that Neytiri was to be mated with Tsu'tey after the tragic death of her older sister and yet…you didn’t care for it. The Omaticaya weren’t your people and Neytiri was her own woman. No matter the consequences, you’d chosen each other and you knew for a fact that Neytiri would stand by it just like you would. “Where are you taking me? Are we finally going to ride away on our ikrans? Has Tsu’tey finally gotten under your skin?” Only half-joking, it was hard to miss the warning glance in your direction.

“Don’t joke about that. You know my place is with my people.” It was something that you’d heard millions of times from Neytiri and yet it stung a little bit more every single time. Seeing the unshaken look in her eyes, you knew for a fact that she had to believe some part of what she was saying. Biting your lip, you stopped your walking altogether while still holding the other’s hand. 

“And what of us?” Eyes searching Neytiri’s face for some sort of falter or break in the neutral expression on her face, you continued, “Your place is with your people, yes, but what about me? When the time comes for you and Tsu’tey to take your roles, what will become of us? I care deeply for you, yawnetu.” 

She’d grown weary of this conversation. 

The way Neytiri averted her gaze was the biggest indicator of that and you felt as if you’d taken a blow to the chest. You should’ve known bringing it up would garner such a reaction. A reminder of how “well” it had gone over the last few times should’ve been a sign to let it go. Taking a deep breath through your nostrils, you couldn’t yet tear your gaze away. Grip on Neytiri’s hand tightening, you averted your gaze as well after the silence that followed. Staring at the smaller creatures skitting to and fro was much easier than seeing what you feared the most coming true. 

It was a constant thought in the back of your mind; the thought of what you and Neytiri had ending but you liked to believe that the two of you were stronger than that. “I-” Before you could add on anything else that would further your overthinking anymore, Neytiri’s soft hands were cupping your cheek and turning your head to look at her again.

“Come.” And with that, Neytiri was leading again. 

Blinking once and then twice, you didn’t know what to say or think. Had she not heard a single word you said? Your lover’s reaction only made you descend even further into your thoughts and you could feel your chest beginning to tighten with a sudden panic slowly washing over you. Was this a game to her? Were her feelings all fake? Was this how it was going to end? Just as you’d been about to stop their walking again, a bright light further ahead caught your attention.

It only took but a second for you to realize that she was leading you to the Tree of Voices. Confusion was quick to follow after the initial shock, your eyes widening as you looked to Neytiri who looked more than confident and smug to be doing such a thing. “I can not! I’m not Omaticaya...Neytiri!” Other hand raising to place on the woman’s chest as you maneuvered around to stand in front of her, the alarm must’ve been more than apparent given the way she softened in the slightest. 

“It does not matter. Not to me.”

Damn it. All it took were those seven words for you to follow Neytiri all the way up to the Tree of Voices, something that your clan very much didn’t stand for. If anyone were to learn of your presence here, there would be consequences. Even greater ones than the ones you would definitely suffer for courting the next Tsahik of the Omaticaya and yet...you didn’t care. At least not much seeing as you were much too focused on the sound of Neytiri’s laughter as she raced you up to the tree. It wasn’t long before your laughter was ringing out into the air right along with hers, blending harmoniously in the night air. Once you appeared to have reached your destination, Neytiri led you to sit beside her all the while reaching for one of the hanging strands with intention. Reaching back to take her braid, the woman connected to the strand with a soft breath and a slow flutter of her eyes before looking at you.

“I have been thinking a lot about what you say to me.”  She starts, “I..I care for you deeply, __. At first, I was sure I would be able to live my life freely but after...” With the pause that she takes, you immediately reach forward to take her hand and it appears to be just what she needed as she continues. “After, I was given a lot of responsibility and my freedom became limited. Even so, I want a life with you.” Wide eyes meeting yours with a seemingly doe-like expression on her face, it was enough to make you more than weak in the knees. It was like music to your ears and yet there was a small part of you that still doubted her words. 

“Are you sure? Perhaps we are being reckless. I know-” And once again, you’re being cut off with her lips meeting yours. Humming out, you reach forward to wrap your arms around her waist before pulling her up into your lap in the slightest. Hands rising and falling with your fingertips tracing every curve of her body, you leaned into her touch with her hands cupping your face once more. Leaning even further into Neytiri, a small whimper left you once you realized she was slowly pulling away. However, any doubt in your mind faded in an instant with the words she spoke.

“Of course I am sure, skxawng.”

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[sunnylands-world]

Beware

Pairing: Sirius black x evens reader

Summary: Lily was smart and brave, her sister was curious, but some things shouldn't be explored and maybe you should listen to the stories that people tell…

Word count:1,131

Warning: uhhh, it's scary I guess

A/n: this is just something to feed my Sirius black obsession, but that banner is giving me life!!!

You were the opposite of your sister in some ways, sure you were kind and you would stand up for others but you lacked her intelligence. In a sense you were smart just not smart enough to not be curious about the things others wouldn't go looking into. You were often kept under your sister's wing like a baby bird because of your need to look closer or dig deeper. You were friends with her friends, well some of them. [James, Remus, Sirius and a few others] you were a year younger so you knew only what they told you, nodding when they spoke like a child listening to her favorite stories.

They all adored you. You were there baby, which is how you got the name fawn. Much like a baby deer to your group, protected by everyone; but even they couldn't protect you from your curiosity, especially when they slept, which Is when you'd sneak out and tonight was no different as you waited for your sister's soft snoring. You grabbed a puffy coat and a scarf wrapping up to your nose with the fabric and grabbing a flashlight as you snuck out. Where? To the forbidden forest. You had heard your friends talking about it and like usual you turned to your sister with questions but she only said: "it's no place for you fawn" ruffling your red curls with a mother like tone and that's when you decide to sneak and find out what all the hype was.

You crept as quickly and quietly as you could, your heart racing with every step and your breath held till you made it out of the school onto the grass, making your way into the forest. Your flashlight and the moon were your only source of light in the darkness and the trees made the moonlight rather shallow. The breeze in the air was still stinging your skin but that could have been the fear creeping up your spine as the dark night was silent enough to hear your breath and it made you anxious of what else might be able to hear it. Your heart beat was banging in your chest, probably sounding like a meal to something out in the dark.

You seemed more noisy with fear coursing through your veins as you whipped head side to side looking for anything coming close but you didn't see a single thing and you tried to exhale in relief but you still where in the woods alone at night and even if you weren't fully aware of what was there other things were aware of you. One of them was a wolf, you hadn't seen it yet and even if you did would you recognize it as a wolf? After all it almost seemed to have a humans form. It was tall, thin with a dog like head if you didn't count the large teeth that grinned widely at the sight of a little red head snooping in it's home like a snack handed to him purposely.

It crept quietly with skilled steps on your back side still unseen by you because you were still standing in place at the sight of a large animal. Or was it a dog? It was rather large with dark silky looking hairs despite the few leaves and such, it's teeth in view as it snared at you tilting it's head. You stepped back bumping into something that you thought was a tree but it was far too hairy to be that so when you finally turned your breath took a stop and you swear tears were on brick of falling as you thought of where this would go. You were alone, between two hungry animals, Larger than you with no way to fight back so you did what your thoughts said and forced yourself to run, bringing your hands up to whip your tears as adrenaline urged you forward.

You cursed as you realized you'd dropped the flashlight but when you looked back you weren't being chased, in fact the large dog seemed to be fighting the hyena wolf as you ran and because you weren't paying attention you fell on your face, crying more from the pain but still trying to pull yourself up thinking about how you should have stayed with your sister in bed or how you just wished she'd be here and help you, if any of your friends would for that matter. You just wanted to be back at Hogwarts.

You turned again, noticing the dog was now here, watching you and it whines before falling down. you crawled back from its limp body but it looked like it was changing. It shrunk and grew human body parts and as it changed the more you realized it was a human and it was…"Sirius!" You called moving closer to him. "oh my god what are- how did you-" you were so lost and confused but you needed to do something so you did what you thought of first sticking your wand in the air sending fireworks off, hoping one of your teachers would come and sure enough someone did. You didn't leave Sirius' side as he was rushed to help.

He'd passed out and you were crying till you fell asleep in a chair next to him. When the bright gradient of Orange and yellow shined through the window next the bed your eyes came open with a hazy as you blinked. "Morning fawn" Sirius said, causing you to look over at him. His toned chest was wrapped and small scratches on his cheeks. You cupped his face looking him over. A small smile was on his as he looked at yours. You pulled back matching his cheery look to before, smack!!

"Ow what was that for!" He asked, rubbing his face. "For not telling me about this, you could have died and I was afraid I'd lose you and-" he pulled your face to his kissing you softly and your eyes fluttered shut. "If you kiss my sister again I'll kill you, Black" Lily's voice caught your attention, making you pull back as Sirius laughed at the situation from his hospital bed. "It's not what it looked like and i-" "I was only kidding" she says snickering at your flustered face. "And any boy that will protect you in the dead of night is worth your heart fawn," she says, tucking a loose hair behind your ear before standing straight up giving you a look.

"But you know I'll have to punish you for sneaking out right? It's like I didn't teach you anything!" She says, shaking her head and you giggled. "Well before last night it was only stories. Just a fiction to beware of"

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[nagaparadise]

This scenario just popped in my head idk why. Imagine (for whatever reason) playing hide and seek with the forest guardian. Not only does he know the forest like the back of his hand, but he can also blend in much better than you and move about rly silently, which makes both hiding and seeking a pain in the ass.

But then also imagine the way he‘d reward you if you actually did manage to find him 😌

It had been roughly an hour since you became the seeker, yet you still couldn’t find a single sign of the Forest Guardian. Whenever you were the seeker, the game would always end in an unsatisfying way, by you giving up and the Forest Guardian revealing himself, but this time, you determined to find him by yourself.

Your eyes and other senses felt more sharper than before as you scanned the forest when you slowly walked, and made sure to examine every inch behind each tree and thicket.

Then, through the vibrant green of a thick canopy of leaves and grass, you noticed something out of place. If you had walked past it without paying attention, you would’ve never noticed it, but when you properly examined it, you noticed something that could easily be mistaken for a twig...might be the end of a certain naga’s tail.

You held your breath, and stepped carefully as you slowly approached the ‘twig’, and then, when you were in a close enough range...

“I’ve...FOUND YOU!!” you yelled as you pounced on the ‘twig’, falling on your stomach as you capture it with your hands.

At first, there was complete silence. But then, you began to hear a familiar gentle laughter come from under the canopy, and the Forest Guardian emerged through the leaves. He was quick to pick you up from the ground, and bring you into a congratulatory hug, and praising you on your well deserved victory.

“Congratulations, (Y/N)! I knew you could do it!” the Forest Guardian praised you again and again in between kisses that he pressed to the side of your head. “I have doubt that it must have been quite arduous to find me...for that, I think you deserve a reward...”

His eyes glimmer in a way that you’re easily capable of reading his mind. “I won’t say no to that...I am a little exhausted though...do you mind if my reward is something where I can...lay back and relax?”

You give him a cheeky grin, and he responds in kind. “Anything you wish, my love. However, first thing’s first...Your clothing got a little dirty when you pounced on me...I believe I should take care to rid you of those clothes first...” he says as he slides a hand under your clothing, and gently strokes your skin with his fingertips.

“I think that’s a very good idea...” you agree as you help him fiddle with the edges of your clothes before taking them off, and enjoy your long, well-deserved reward.

#exophilia #terato #monster x reader #naga #suggestive #guardian post

[foxghost]

Joyful Reunion

Translator: foxghost @foxghost tumblr/ko-fi1 Beta: meet-me-in-oblivion @meet-me-in-oblivion tumblr Original by 非天夜翔 Fei Tian Ye Xiang Masterpost | Characters, Maps & Other Reference Index

Watchtowers of the Seven Stars

1. Ardent Starlight Shines On the Nineteen Provinces

There is snow north of the Great Wall, and snow south of the Great Wall, but their colours are not the same.

Snow in the central plains is the colour of ice and jade. It falls like the soft bundles that wrap themselves around cotton and willow seeds, drifting across the sky, meandering their way into every wintry night, reflecting and refracting variegated lantern light shining from all walks of life.

Meanwhile, snow in the north is the colour of light. It falls like stars tumbling into the mortal world, sharp, dazzling, covering everything as far as the eyes can see. Each star links to the next to form a single fabric, as though the dam holding back the Silver River has burst so that it spills into the boundless desert, spills into the sombre mountains, spills into the vast, frozen rivers.

The north is untouched by civilization, nothing but wilderness and forest stretching all the way to the horizon, and every tree is weighed down by heavy, northern snow. Every once in a while, a tree would bend and crack, and a chain reaction would go from tree to tree. The sound of branches snapping would go on and on.

The warhorse whinnies as it charges into a snowy forest. Then, a deep, low voice speaks.

“Be quiet,” Wu Du says in a voice that seems magnetic. The horse settles down.

Duan Ling wraps his arms around Wu Du’s waist and presses his cheek tight against Wu Du’s back. “Where is the ambush?”

“We’ve lost them all.”

Wu Du sizes up their surroundings. They’ve taken a shortcut, but in the process, they’ve been separated from their unit and met with Goryeo ambushes all the way here. Wu Du had no choice but to take Duan Ling through the thick forest into the deepest part of the canyon.

He turns to look at Duan Ling behind him, and they face each other without a word.

“We’re lost.” Wu Du steers with the reins, turns their horse around, and stops there. “Are you cold?”

Duan Ling lets out a mouthful of hot air that crystalises before his eyes. Wu Du carries him off the horse. “Let’s move around for a bit.”

“We had marched 'til dawn the night before, and charged down from the highlands,” Duan Ling says. “We’ve been galloping nonstop one day and one night, so if we’d gone south, we shouldn’t have gotten this far out of the way. I fear we may have taken a wrong turn somewhere.”

In the snow, Duan Ling scratches out a rough map of the places they passed through along the way with a stick and studies it with Wu Du. Wu Du says, “You’re right. We should have left the mountains as soon as we saw the first exit to the canyon, but I wasn’t really paying attention at the time, and there were Goryeo assassins lying in ambush there as well, so if we go back that way now, it’s probably closed to us.”

This war with Goryeo has already gone on for half a year. Yuan, Liao, and Xiliang have all been dragged into the war. Southern Chen’s army amassed troops and crossed the northeastern border in midsummer through Shanhaiguan, but got delayed for the better part of a year — until the first snow of this year came along with the biting arctic chill.

This is what Duan Ling hates most: combat in the winter, combat in the north, combat over two frontlines, and combat in the middle of a blizzard. This war of resistance against the Goryeo invasion essentially checked all the boxes. Great Chen sent all of its best soldiers and was planning to give the Goryeo army a decisive blow, but now that they managed to confirm the King of Goryeo’s location, the Chen army was ambushed by the Mongols during a forced march, throwing them into confusion.

“If we go any farther north we’ll reach the Xianbei Mountains.” Wu Du looks up to observe the sky, but it’s all dark. He cuts down a tree with the Lieguangjian to study its growth rings before pointing south.

“Let’s rest for a while.” Duan Ling is utterly exhausted. He walks next to Wu Du towards the snowcapped mountains, finds a mountain cave, and ducks inside.

Wu Du soon returns holding two hares and a bundle of firewood. He starts a fire, propping up their boots next to the fire so they can dry. They lean against each other to roast the hares for dinner.

“Hey,” Duan Ling says.

“Yeah?” Wu Du stares at the campfire in front of him in a daze. Golden flames become leaping, twinkling starlight in his bright eyes.

“When we get back, you’re going to get yelled at again,” Duan Ling makes fun of him.

“I was born to be yelled at,” Wu Du says with a smile, “this time, I’ll at least be beaten with the truncheon ten times before it’s over.”

Several red welts are exposed on Wu Du’s strong arm at the edge of his rolled-up sleeve. They’re from the whipping he got just before the army set off. He’s always being punished over something Duan Ling did, and out of the four great assassins, he’s the one who’s punished most often. He’s already used to it. Every time Wu Du is punished, Duan Ling would stand somewhere nearby, watching, feeling terrible about it, and shouting, “stop hitting him, stop hitting him already! It’s not like he did it on purpose.”

But with all the beatings he’s taken, Wu Du’s gotten better at medical treatment, and he has a lot of ointments too, so whatever superficial injuries he suffers heal within days. Wu Du doesn’t really care, but Duan Ling cares about it something dreadful.

“Hey,” Duan Ling says again.

This time, Wu Du doesn’t answer. He has an arm around Duan Ling, and both their minds are wandering. A heartbeat later, Duan Ling’s hand move along the welts on his arm over to his muscular chest, while Wu Du’s big hand on the small of Duan Ling’s back pulls him closer, and caresses him.

“What are you thinking about?” Duan Ling whispers.

“What else could I be thinking about.” Wu Du kisses Duan Ling’s eyebrow with his warm lips, and laying him down, sniffs him along the side of his face like a wolf. Keeping his weight off Duan Ling with his elbows, he presses his body gently down on Duan Ling.

“Your dad must want to beat me to a pulp,” Wu Du says quietly next to Duan Ling’s ear.

Duan Ling can’t help but laugh. He wraps his arms around Wu Du’s neck and says, “Well then you better behave yourself.”

“Even if I have to die tomorrow,” Wu Du continues, “there’s no way I can behave.”

Then, Wu Du unbelts his undershirt and leans over him, and Duan Ling can’t help but gasp aloud; the two of them are always on edge in the barracks, and once separated from the army they’ve been kept busy dodging their pursuers. On this quiet, snowy night, they’ll finally get to be intimate.

Later, Duan Ling falls asleep on his side, cheeks glowing from the heat of the fire, while Wu Du leans back against the cave’s wall near the entrance, staying up to keep watch with his robes gathered around his waist, his tight, slim muscles covered in a sheen of sweat.

There’s a shallow scar on his nose that he’d gotten from a duel with a Khitan. At a horse exhibition between Liao, Yuan, and Xiliang, Wu Du fought a duel singlehandedly against the other three peoples, and in the end, managed to tame the king of the horses. Once the horse was taken back to Jiangzhou though, it didn’t even live two years before the unsuitable climate led to its death. Duan Ling was quite sad over this for a while.

He has a red burn scar on his arm, which he got from setting fire to the Mongolians’ rations and fodder when he attacked their encampment with Duan Ling. A pillar had been falling, and he immediately held it up with his arm, and that’d left this scar behind.

Several marks crisscross his back. As they were chased down by their enemies, they’d shot at his iron armour with their bolts, bending the metal out of shape. After days of hard travel on horseback, the blisters they’d made had healed and blistered again … rinse and repeat, leaving scars.

One of his ribs was broken before, and Duan Ling was the one who’d set it back in its place. Before healing up properly, he’d gone charging into the battlefield again, so it’d grown back a bit crooked. Each time they embrace, Duan Ling would touch him from his collarbones all the way down, to his waist, then to his buttocks.

He has a bright red mark on the side of his neck. Duan Ling had made it with his mouth earlier.

And now Wu Du stares at the snow outside, at the darkness. The silence is broken every now and again by the hooting of an owl. If there are scouting falcons, he’ll have to put out the campfire to prevent discovery by their enemies.

Duan Ling turns over and yawns. Wu Du pulls the robe over his shoulders like a blanket.

“Hot.” Duan Ling has gotten a bit thirsty in his sleep. Wu Du holds up a water canteen next to his mouth and gives him a drink.

“Let me keep watch,” Duan Ling says. “You sleep for a bit.”

“I’m fine.”

Soon after Duan Ling gets up, rinses out his mouth, and guzzles some water, he tries to burrow his way into Wu Du’s arms again. Wu Du feels himself burning up all over, and once Duan Ling has rubbed up against him for a while, he can’t help but kiss him.

“Actually, this is the one time I didn’t want to come out here and fight on the battlefield,” Duan Ling says. “But once you leave, we won’t be able to see each other for most of the year.”

“I know.” Wu Du smiles. When it comes to Duan Ling, he’s always been willing to do anything. He knows Duan Ling is awfully stubborn too, racking his brains to come up with ways to spend more time with him. Wu Du doesn’t make a fuss about anything else as long as their hearts are beating as one.

With his arms around Duan Ling, he pats him on the shoulder a couple of times. Duan Ling adds, “When I get back I’ll figure out something. We can’t always live like this.”

What can he ever figure out? He’s the crown prince, and Wu Du is an assassin. Coming this far together is already a special favour bestowed by the imperial family — did he think he could really monopolise Southern Chen’s sole descendent, the future Son of Heaven?

This is a problem without a solution. He can’t think of a solution, so of course he can’t push this responsibility onto Duan Ling either. This makes him always so frustrated — after all, it’s not like every man on earth faces the same difficult problem he’s facing. The roads others have travelled on cannot offer him much guidance either.

“One must be content with one’s lot,” Wu Du says with a smile.

“Alright then, I’m not content with my lot,” Duan Ling says helplessly.

“I’m talking about myself,” Wu Du whispers, kisses Duan Ling, and wraps his arms around him, pushing him to the ground. After a long time spent being intimate, they fall asleep together, and the sky gradually brightens. Outside, the snow has stopped falling. Duan Ling is still pillowed over Wu Du’s chest, his breathing even, submerged in his dreams.

At dawn, the chirping of a bird can be heard. Wu Du’s eyes snap open.

Outside, rustling footsteps approach, coming from far to near, quickly getting closer to the cave, like a fox. The sound reaches the inside of the cave alongside the gentle breezes of dawn.

“There are caltrops under the tree outside,” Wu Du says. “They’re poisoned.”

The footsteps halt. Duan Ling hears a vibration through Wu Du’s chest and turns, half asleep, trying to get his face out of the sun.

“There’s poisoned silk strung across the entrance,” Wu Du adds.

A shadow bends down just outside the cave, moving several strands of silk strung across the cave’s mouth like spiderwebs aside with a branch. They shimmer with the blue tinge of poison, and a slight scrape on the skin can kill someone in an instant.

“Watch out above you,” at last, Wu Du says.

The man turns and bends down to avoid a sharp dagger hanging from the top of the cave.

“The whole army’s been searching for the two of you for three days straight,” the man says, hazy morning light shining on his face. “If this took any longer we’d probably be totally annihilated — he’d behead the lot of us.”

Hearing this voice, Duan Ling rubs his eyes and struggles to sit up, half asleep. His lips move.

“Lang Junxia …”

The man who’d come in would be Lang Junxia. Half of his body is covered in mud and grime, and snow is all over his hair. There’s a steel claw for mountain climbing buckled to his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

“What are you doing here?” Duan Ling raises a hand to shade his face from the light.

“What do you think?” Lang Junxia looks rather grim, and he stares at Duan Ling in exasperation. He turns to leave the cave so that Duan Ling and Wu Du can get dressed.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Du comes out of the cave listlessly. Lang Junxia hands Duan Ling a wine pouch, his reddened eyes showing clearly how he’s been looking for them for two days and three nights without sleep or rest.

“How did you ever find us?” Duan Ling smiles.

“These are the mountains of the Xianbei people,” Lang Junxia says coolly. “The mountains are essentially a part of our dreams, so of course I would be able to find you.”

“Where are the troops?” Wu Du asks.

“They’ve detoured around the southern foothills and headed to the town of Baihe.” Lang Junxia tosses him a bamboo tube. “Dispatch for you.”

Wu Du opens the tube and reads the letter contained therein. Lang Junxia adds, “The Goryeo envoy left their border on the western road, and they’re heading northwest. Probably off to hold peace talks with the Mongolians.”

Duan Ling says, “Why don’t the three of us head over together?”

“No way.” Wu Du doesn’t even pause to consider Duan Ling’s suggestion before vetoing him.

“No way,” Lang Junxia says, frowning. “More people just make for a bigger target, and it’s no joke if you get caught. Did you think we were the only ones looking for you? Borjigin Batu sent out a hundred Mongolian assassins to search all over for your whereabouts.”

Duan Ling can but concede. Wu Du finishes tying his belt, and says, “I’ll go. I’ll see if I can get some useful information.”

Duan Ling didn’t want Wu Du to go on his own at first, but on second thought, he was right. If Wu Du doesn’t go back with him right now and carries out some other mission instead, it would be less likely for him to be punished when he gets back to camp.

The two are reluctant to part. They talk for quite a while before Duan Ling takes the reins and tells him to get on the horse.

“Be extra careful,” Duan Ling says.

“Don’t worry.” Wu Du bends down from the saddle and gives Duan Ling a hard kiss on the lips before he rides off at top speed.

Standing under the tree with crossed arms, Lang Junxia looks bored, having waited for ages before Duan Ling walks toward him, turning repeatedly to look back.

Their eyes meet for a moment, then Lang Junxia raises a hand as if he’s going to hit him. Duan Ling starts laughing right away, dodging this way and that out of his reach. Lang Junxia chases after him, so Duan Ling grabs a snowball and throws it at his face, where it explodes into a mess of flurries. Lang Junxia is covered in snow, but he’s smiling.

“We’re leaving!” Lang Junxia sheathes his sword. Duan Ling walks over to him then, but alas Lang Junxia was just luring him in. Suddenly, he scoops Duan Ling up by the waist. Duan Ling lets out a loud yell as he’s pushed into the snow, where he struggles to get away.

“Help — I surrender!” Duan Ling says in a muffled voice.

Lang Junxia thus picks him up sideways, pats the snow off of him, and puts him on top of the horse. And with a shake of the reins, he takes Duan Ling away from the canyon.

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#相見歡 #fei tian ye xiang #joyful reunion #xiang jian huan #fox translates things

[fragileizywriting]

little miss kitty, with all the sleek and all the style and all the silence and all the smile, has become irreversibly whipped for viperion, and it is so evident to every single person who sees her.

after akuma attacks and after mister bug has cleared any miasma with his cure, the dust settles like a veil.

the magic that he lets go always feels so refreshing and soothing, a burst of energy to clean their skin. for viperion, it's rain: droplets of magic soak into his suit and refresh every individual hexagonical patch back to their original state. if during the fight he'd gotten bruised; smashed into a wall (or in their new case, into any of the trees forested about in this beautiful fantastical world) or just moved his arm the wrong way, it's magically fixed. with this, his ribs don't sing and ache from pain. there's no longer blood on his face, and there's no longer the exhaustion that plagues him whenever he uses second chance too often.

after akuma attacks, and after the miraculous cure, viperion does his very best to do his housekeeping.

it requires silence and concentration; not complete and total silence, because he's grown up in the city of paris where honking is common and a bustling city always creates noise. here in the forest, there is wind, and there are animals, and there are people around him to have quiet conversation even as he sits down on the dirt floor and closes his eyes. with his hands palm-down facing towards the dirt, he lets the snakes on his suit unravel. down and down they go, slithering off of his skin like real life beings, transforming his suit into nothing but a black canvas. they pull down into the earth and check for any ambiguities, anything wrong within the timeline that he should be aware of. when he finds a second-chance that he's used, the decaying snake-skin rotting underneath the earth, he collects it back. his snakes eat all the remanants of his very own second-chances, making sure that there's no obstruction of the timeline.

this is what he does. always. constantly. but it's hard to do this with all of his concentration when he feels a dark heat at his side.

"don't bother me," he tells her, eyes still closed and hood still on. it's out of instinct that he closes his lids; with his hood on, he's blind to the present and the future. cleanup never allows him to tidy the future, only to secure the past. it feels unnatural to keep his eyes open while he does this, and he's been told before that the blank, pallid gaze he gets when the hood is on is frightening.

"i'm not doing anything," she giggles, right next to him.

"go bother mister bug." he'd swat at her, if he could, but his hands are preoccupied. he can only touch the floor or his own suit, anything else and his snakes will retreat back onto his skin. "i'm busy."

"i'm bored."

"there are seven other people that you can go talk to," he muses. he doesn't spook when she plops herself down into his lap, making a space between his crossed legs. "kitty."

"timelines are so boring," she groans. long, elegant hexsteel claws are no fear of his when she wraps her arms around his neck and hangs like a monkey. "i'm understimulated."

"there are two of you here, you know that?"

"but it's no fun if you're not there."

she wasn't like this the last time they came across an alternate dimension. when they'd made it to elysium, the two of them were at each other's throats. but they've settled. somewhat. there are moments where kitty's acerbic nature smoothes out whenever she talks to him, no longer seeing him as a foe but rather a... a lover. it's tentative. she's timid. sometimes her eyes light up with hearts and stars, and some other times she shies away. he's known her their whole life, and knows that she struggles with it. he struggles with it, too, knowing that he has two loved ones.

zero to two is a big change.

"i'm busy cleaning up your mess," he snorts. "try not to cataclysm something that's entirely made out of fog, next time."

"pay attention to me."

"i'm almost done." just a few more snakes to eat, and...

"you should pay attention to me instead," she giggles, kicking out her feet. she has them laced together, leaning into his lap like she's trying to burrow into him. even in her suit, all sleek and dark, she's just a smidge too tall to fit without making herself lay down in an extremely uncomfortable position. "or i'll start squirming in your lap and make you get a hardon."

"that's fine. i'd ask marinette to take care of it."

"rude!" she lets go of his neck, favouring sitting up in his lap. his eyes are still closed, still blind, still looking at the way lady noire had twisted in the air mere thirty minutes ago, slamming her activated claws through the 'wardog' that had surfaced from god-knows-where, causing it to get sporadic... ah.

there it is.

he twists the snake attached to his right arm, snatching the fallen pieces of the second-chance and eats it. with a successful smile, both snakes slither back onto his skin, and just as he's about to open his eyes, she kisses his jaw and short-circuits his brain.

#speakizys #demon lovin #sharks and sugar #fire lily petals #izycrossover #i don't know. i don't know i literally don't know #don't look at me

[imhereforscm]

Your Tauxolouve childhood fic is beautiful. 💗

Can you write a part 2? Where Tauxolouve never shared that vision with anyone other than mc. But his mother always knew something happened to him that day. He shared this vision with his parents after fighting the dark King. But him knowing about his real parents, did not change the feelings that he had for his parents. His parents accepted mc as their daughter in law and said they will love him no matter what.

I hope this makes sense. Please please please write it. 🥺💗🥺

"Paint and vision" Part 2

Genre: fluff

Warnings: spoilers for Tauxolouve's main story

A/N: The fact that Tauxolouve continues to see Nasir and Sofia the same even after finding out they're not his biological parents is something I absolutely ADORE in the game. This game really brings out the meaning of love and not just romantic love, but also one of a family, a friend, a sibling. This game is so amazing, I'm NEVER leaving this fandom.

Walking through the peaceful forest, the birds were chirping their carefree song in the distance and the gurgling water of a nearby stream could be heard from the distance.

The rays of the sun slipped through the gaps between the tree branches, falling onto their path.

Tauxolouve with Sofia were walking side by side, silence swaying around them like the summer breeze, which was ruffling the leaves above their heads.

"Louie."

Tauxolouve hummed in response, letting his mother know he heard her and was paying attention.

"How do you feel?" She asked quietly.

"What about?" Tauxolouve turned his gaze to her as they wandered deeper into the dark green forest.

Sofia stared deep into his eyes and smiled gently at seeing the shadow that would usually cloud them, now totally gone. "About your real parents. And..." She hesitated a little. "About us."

Tauxolouve stopped in his tracks suddenly, turning his entire body towards Sofia and she felt a tug of emotion at her heart, as she admired the mature and kind man he grew up to be. "Mom..."

This single word made Sofia's heart feel squeezed in a pleasant manner and her smile broadened.

"I know you're not my biological parents." He began his speech, his gaze never leaving his mother's. "But that will never change the way I feel about you."

"Louie..." Sofia breathed out his name, her eyes swelling with happy tears.

"You raised me as your own and that's all that matters." Tauxolouve took a step closer to her and hugged her close to his strong chest. This time it was his turn to protect her. "You are my mom and dad and that'll never change, no matter what happens to our blood."

Sofia chuckled through tears and hugged her son in a tight and warm embrace.

"I love you, mom."

"Louie... I love you so much..." She looked up at Tauxolouve, while still holding him close and smiled at him endearingly. "I'm so glad you finally found happiness."

He placed his hand on top of her head as he listened closely to her every heartfelt word, his fingers caressing her soft silky hair.

"I knew something happened that day, but I didn't know what exactly..." Her gaze turned a little melancholic, remembering the state Tauxolouve was in all those years. Sofia's face lightened up again, a gentle smile decorating her elegant features. "But now you're happy."

"Yes, mom, I am." He confirmed, taking her hands in his and squeezing them tightly. "I have found someone who's very, very precious to me and I'm never planning on letting her go." Tauxolouve stared at his mother with absolute seriousness. "Mom, (Name) is a human and I know history has made a bad showcase for this kind of thing, but..." He pulled her hands to his chest, right above his heart. "This only beats for her and for her alone."

Sofia laughed to herself, catching Tauxolouve out of guard at first. "You're just like him."

"Him..." He echoed. "Kronos." He said. "My father."

Sofia nodded, pride swelling up in her ribcage. "You have the same passion he did. It's truly beautiful what love can do to someone." Her gaze was drawn away from Tauxolouve and when he followed her line of vision, he witnessed you walking up to them, with your beauty shining by your entire being.

"I brought our daughter-in-law!" Nasir stated proudly and Tauxolouve chuckled at the way your eyes widened and your cheeks flamed up.

Sofia left his side and approached you, spreading her arms and welcoming you into a warm hug, which you shyly—but gladly—accepted.

"Louie." Nasir walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's perfect."

Tauxolouve smiled at himself, looking at you conversing with his mom. "I know, dad... I know."

#scm #star crossed myth #scm fanfic #fanfic scm #scm tauxolouve