#my hair always stuck to me and was like my own little cave | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

rayassecretlife · 1 year

Note

Would you be open to making a fic where both Neteyam and Lo’ak are in love with the reader? They’re always competing with eachother, trying to outdo the other. Then they decide to instead of fighting anymore, they will share you.

I literally cannot decide between them😭 I need some smutty smut with both of them be

Oh my gosh yes please. I’ve been waiting on a new request and this one made me smile 🤭. Enjoy this!!

I’ll show you a mighty warrior

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam Sully x Fem!omaticaya reader x Aged up!Lo’ak Sully (SMUT (MINORS DNI)

Warning(s): SMUT(MINORS DNI), Choking, mature language, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, honestly just pure filth i suck at warnings so read at your own risk🫠

“Oh come on, pretty girl. We’ve got so much time to kill” Neteyam pleads, pulling you by your arm into his room. You look around a little frantic, praying his younger brother wasn’t anywhere close—or any of his siblings really. Neteyam was more needy then usual with touching you due to it being valentines Day. Your clan didn’t usually celebrate but some mates did—although Neteyam wasn’t your mate.

“Nete, I have work” You explain, following where his hands guided you to sit on his lap. “And what if Lo’ak-“

“Screw Lo’ak. My Skxawng of a brother doesn’t deserve you anyway” You sigh, head slightly falling back as he placed wet kisses along your neck. His hands were gripping your waist and you could feel his length growing underneath you already, a soft moan leaving your mouth. “I thought we’ve agreed that your mine”

It hurt to hear those words come from his mouth, making you feel horrible for your feelings toward him and his brother. You wanted to agree but you couldn’t. You were his, but you were also Lo’ak’s.

Neteyam was the first boy you’d ever slept with but you refused to make the bond. You knew you loved his brother, but you couldn’t help but love him too. You hadn’t even slept with Lo’ak but you already knew you couldn’t give yourself to the oldest sully brother. It would’ve been so wrong.

“Neteyam! Have you seen Y/N? She’s late for work!” Kiri yells from outside the cave and you almost instantly jolt up from his grasp, afraid she was going to walk in. Neteyam quickly yells back, lying his ass off in fear she’d wonder why you came from his room if he told her the truth. “Where do you think she could be!”

“Check the lake!” She doesn’t respond and you finally hear some silence, sighing in relief once she had been gone. You turned to say something to him but your voice was cut from his lips attached directly to your own, hands cupping your small face in his palms. Sometimes you wore he wanted his scent to stay on you, like a sign to let other guys know you were his. It was cute, Neteyam was far too in love with you to let you go.

You pull his lip gently as you pull away, letting it go when you were a few inches away from his face. He looked at you with pure love in his eyes, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you tonight” His lip is stuck between his teeth as you turn on your heels, grabbing your stuff before you left his room.

• • •

“Put some of this on it tonight and it should feel better tomorrow” you hand the hunter yalnabark, standing to your feet with him so you could dispose of the dirty rags used to clean his wound. You loved your job, but sometimes it was a lot. Especially when hunting parties came in.

The sound of the tents cover moving made your ears perk and you sighed, waving the soldier. “I’ll be with you in just a second” You continue on with cleaning the dirty utensils, placing the rags on the loom—weaved line to dry. A set of hands grasped your hips and you gasped, jumping to push the soldier back from you.

“Lo’ak? Jesus! I could’ve killed you!” His pearly white teeth show as he laughs, walking towards you with a smile. You noticed what was in his hand and it almost made you fall weak at your knees it was so cute. “Are those…”

“Your favorite fruit” You smile as he hands the basket to you, heat rising in your cheeks even when you weren’t looking at him. “It was kind of hard to find… that’s why I’m giving it to you so late-“

“Thank you, Lo. I was just about to eat lunch, too” You both share a laugh and you lower the basket onto the floor, pulling the boy into a hug. Lo’ak was the brother you were less intimate with. He only ever kissed you a few times but Neteyam couldn’t keep his hands off you half the time. They were polar opposites.

That’s what you loved about Lo’ak, and that’s also what you loved about Neteyam.

Neteyam showed his love to you in the most sensual ways, his love language was so clearly touch. You’d always find yourself laying with Neteyam at night to go to sleep because he was so overprotective over you—always needing to touch you whenever you were together. His brother was the nervous one, loving you with small romantic gestures like bringing you lunch or gifts while you worked. His love language was definitely acts of service and words of affirmation, seeing as everytime you’d tell him how much you appreciated him, he’d fall at your feet.

You liked it though. You got the best of both worlds.

Just as you were about to kiss him, that familiar deep voice interrupted, the two of you pulling away quickly. “Am I interrupting?” Your heart is beating outside your chest as you watch the two brothers exchange a scolding look. This wasn’t anything knew. The sully brothers had always fought over you—but something about today felt different.

“You are” Lo’ak responds and you rub your face, going back to your work tasks to let them deal with this on their own. It wasn’t you fault, really. You just couldn’t choose between them. “Flowers? Ridiculous”

“Y/N” you hum as the oldest brother approaches you, pushing his brother out of the way. You turn at the smell, eyes catching the glowing purple flowers in his hands. “These are for you” Jesus, what were you gonna do with them? Their so lost when it comes to you.

“Aw, Nete” you smile, taking them from his hands with ease. You try to look at Lo’ak but you can’t. You can’t pretend your tongue wasn’t down his brothers throat just hours ago. “I love them. Thank you” The two glared at each other, ears falling at the sound of your voice. “Guys, not here”

“It’s Valentine’s Day. I had to come surprise you” Neteyam grabs your hand but your eyes catch Lo’ak’s before he starts to speak, pulling your hand to put up to him.

“Not. Here” you repeat and they both groan, Neteyam stepping back from you.

“It’s fine. My Skxawng of a brother doesn’t have to see what we do in private” He teases and you sigh, pushing him away with ease.

“I am working now, you two need to go if your not hurt” Neteyam rolls his eyes and Lo’ak nods, watching his grandmother walk into the now crowded tent.

“You boys bothering her again? Go! Don’t you have work to do?” You smirk and watch Neteyam glare at you, giving you that look you knew all too well that meant he would find you later, which he very much would.

That was hours ago. Your day was now finally over and you could go home to your cave and sleep. Your parents were out on a hunting party so you were a little upset, but kind of loved that you had some peace and quiet for once. Especially in the forest.

You enter the cave with a sigh, throwing your gear onto the ground before you could even walk to your hammock. You were so tired, feet hurting from walking around all day.

But as soon as you entered, that same familiar face appeared in front of you. His smile only grew as you walked closer, admiring the many aspects of your now decorated room. It was so beautiful, flowers scattered on the ground and small lights giving the room a night light effect. “Teyam…” You pout, letting him take your hands in his own, placing kisses against your knuckles. “I just… Eywa, this is so beautiful”

“You like it?” You nod, looking up to his amber eyes that had been burning with passion. He could’ve ruined you right then and there if he wanted. Instead of pulling him into a hug, you pull his face down to share a passionate kiss. Your hands settling in his long braids. Neteyam was taller then you and your toes had to stand tall just to reach his lips, but every kiss was so worth it. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer then you had been before.

“Needy today, aren’t we?” You smirk against his lips, kisses becoming more hungry by the second. His hands cupped your face, one wrapping around your throat to gently pull you into him. His hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you back—Wait. What?

You eyes quickly opened and you turned around, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. The two boys look as though their getting along, both walking toward you until your back hit the caves wall. “What’s wrong, Syulang? It’s just us”

“You aren’t fighting… he just saw us—he was behind me—I… I’m so confused” The oldest boy shushes you, one hand cupping your small face while the other boy grabbed your hand, thumb caressing your palm. “Nete—Lo, what is going on?”

“You trust us, right?” You look between the two, forehead still creased with confusion. What was there to trust? Of course you did, but why did you need to now?

“Of course I do but-“ Your voice is cut off once again by the eldest boy’s lips attaching to your own. Jesus, he loved doing that, didn’t he? His hands pulled you close to him and you didn’t even think to protest, feeling Lo’ak’s hands on your back. You were so lost, still trying to figure out what had been going on.

“You think it’s fun to play with our emotions?” Lo’ak’s voice is hot against your ear as he pressed himself against your ass, hand pushing your hair away from your neck. You tried your hardest to respond, but Neteyam’s tongue hadn’t even been close to done against yours. “Wake up with him then come to me, right? That’s what it is? That’s what I mean to you?”

You whine against Neteyam’s soft lips, hands trying to reach Lo’ak’s. You felt so bad, so terrible for making him feel that way. Was neteyam having doubts too?

“That’s okay. Tonight, we end this stupid charade and see who can really have you” His lips attach to the exposed skin on your neck with ease, fingers roaming up to remove your chest piece. You could feel the slick of your heat fill your cunt, slowly seeping down your skin. You knew what they were doing now, and it made it all so much more obvious.

“Should I be nice and let him have you first? Or maybe we need to teach him how to please you” Neteyam’s breath is hot against your own, and you can feel Lo’ak’s length pressing hard against your thigh. It was surreal—you really had both the Sully brothers at your feet. You were nervous for Lo’ak, seeing as he never did this with you but was sure he could beat Neteyam like always.

“Don’t make me laugh, bro” Lo’ak glares at him and the oldest boy chuckles, pushing a piece of hair back behind your ear. He looked at you with sinister eyes, like he had something so bad planned.

“You know what to do, don’t you?” You looked at him, trying your hardest to believe this as real—but it felt so fake. Were you dreaming? Because this was very much a dream you had a lot. The taller boy holds your head in his hand, gently urging you to the tab behind you and you obviously obeyed.

You sat on the table in front of the two boys, stomach growing nervous at the sight in front of you. Lo’ak’s hand caressed your hair, moving to sit behind you on the wooden table, reassuring voice in your ear.

“Don’t be nervous. It’s just us” Yeah, just Lo’ak and Neteyam… the two men who had your heart on the tightest hold. You follow the older boys motions as he pushes down on your chest, back lowering to lay in between his brothers legs. “Is this okay?” You nod hesitantly, watching as Neteyam untied your loincloth, tossing it to the floor without a care in the world.

Your chest was rising so heavily and Lo’ak could see it, whispering sweet nothings into your ears to calm you down. You weren’t anxious, it just felt like a dream, or a rush. Neteyam places a few kisses up your thigh, your breathing growing shakier as he got closer to your heat.

“He’s gonna fall so deep in love with you when he hears your pretty moans” Neteyam mumbles against your thigh and you can feel the voice inside you start to fill your body, walls clenching around nothing just to gain some sort of friction. “Gonna show him how you like it. Does that sound good, Pretty girl?” You nod and he tsked, teeth gently sinking into your thigh. “Words”

“Y-yes, sounds good” Lo’ak’s ears perk at your small noises, might’ve even been his new favorite music. Neteyam didn’t waste any time on leaning into you, taking your clit between his lips while holding your legs still. Lo’ak watched you in awe, the way your face twisted making him harder by the second. You looked so beautiful like that.

You felt his cock press against your back, eyes opening to look at him. You pulled his face down, connecting your lips with a sloppy but passionate kiss—wishing you could touch him where he needed. He was the cutest thing above you, just itching to get ahold of you like his brother. He was so jealous.

“Mmph… Eywa, Nete” you moan against his brothers lips, a small gasp leaving your mouth once you felt his fingers slip into you.

“Hope your watching, Baby bro. I’m practically giving you a cheat sheet” Neteyam states cockily and you shush Lo’ak before he can retaliate, hand reaching up to pull the band from his hair.

“I’m sure you’ll be just as good, Pretty boy” His pupils grow at your words and his tail was now swaying, cock pressing painfully harder now more then ever against you. Told you, words of affirmation.

Your legs open wider on their own, heels of your feet sitting on Neteyam’s shoulders. You were on cloud nine. Making out with one of the sully boys while the other ate you like you were his last meal. Eywa, it felt so good. His fingers curled inside you with a pace, tongue circling your clit over and over until your abdomen was pushing up off the table, muffled noises growing louder against Lo’ak’s lips.

“You look so pretty like this” Lo’ak remarks, holding your heavy head in his hands as you let out those beautiful sounds, hand reaching down to tug on the older brothers hair. “Feels good, huh? Can’t wait for my turn”

“Nete…great mother—“ you let out a breathless moan, grip tightening around his hair.

“Come for me, Sweet girl. We’ve got you” Neteyam coached, Lo’ak’s hands now reaching down to cup your breast in his hands. He loved watching you fall apart—even if it was for his brother. You came undone with a long and loud moan, hips digging into the wood under you as your back pushed off Lo’ak. Neteyam knew you like the back of his hand, he knew your body so well it was almost impossible to hold out for him.

“Did so good, baby. I think it’s my turn” You whine, legs closing once Neteyam stood back up. His tongue ran along his lips as him and Lo’ak switched places, now having Neteyam sit behind you with his fingers still dripping wet from your core.

“Nete… I wanna please you” He shushes you and you gasped feeling yourself getting tugged forward, Lo’ak’s hands spreading your legs apart once again. “W-wait! Too sensitive I—“

“We’re gonna take care of you, remember?” Neteyam lifts your chin, a small smirk plastered across his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing. “This isn’t about us, it’s about you, Ma’Tìyawn” The sensation between your legs caught you by surprise at how fast it had been, nails digging into Neteyam’s wrists. “Don’t rush it. Make her feel good” Neteyam instructed and you swore you could’ve moaned just at that. He was so particular when it came to you, making sure everything was perfect.

“I-it feels good, just didn’t expect it” You reassure the boy, one hand getting lost in his hair and the other pulling Neteyam’s face to feet your own. You roughly connected your lips, knowing now that it was neteyam, you could be as aggressive as you wanted. He always matched your speed, or even sometimes faster.

Of course the loud muffled cries where noticeable against his lips, thanking Eywa you had him against you to shut you up. You were so sensitive, you didn’t have time to think before your hips were still bucking off the table.

Lo’ak was fast, trying to draw you to your end faster then Neteyam. You knew he was trying to prove a point, but it didn’t matter because you still loved the way it felt—the way both of them felt.

“Moans are so pretty, baby. Hope he’s making you feel good” Neteyam’s thumb caresses your cheek and you nod desperately, a cry escaping your lips. “Maybe he should get you first, so I can finish you off” God, Neteyam and his boyfriend attitude. He kisses your knuckles, allowing you to pull on his skin to sooth your moans. He loved when you marked him up, showing everyone he was yours.

“L-Lo! Oh Eywa… I can’t!” Neteyam presses another kiss to your lips and Lo’ak doesn’t slow down, only going faster against you like you weren’t going crazy above him. You were losing yourself, holding onto Neteyam for comfort.

Your high came down the hardest you’d ever experienced before, legs shaking rapidly against Lo’ak’s hands as you hid your face into Neteyam’s neck. The two boys watched you in awe, Neteyam almost a little jealous at the sight in front of him.

“Holy shit” Lo’ak mumbled and you look to him, eyes widening at the shining gloss over his abdomen and thighs, your release dripping all the way down to his loincloth. “Did you just-“

“My turn” Yup. Neteyam was officially jealous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t made you squirt before, but the fact his baby brother got it on the first try, he knew he had to do something better.

He removes himself from the table and lifts you in his arms, laying himself down onto the large loom made bed you had specially built only months ago. Your legs were barely working at that point, cries leaving your poor mouth as he pulled you onto the sheet.

“You want me to take over or do you want to? It’s your day, I want you to feel good” He reassures you and you sigh, looking down at his now fully exposed cock that stood against his abdomen. You lay next to him and he’s already on his way behind you, pulling your back against his chest as Lo’ak settling in on the other side of you.

You reach down between you and Lo’ak, taking his painfully hard cock in your hand. It wasn’t as thick as Neteyam’s, but it was about the same size. You really were getting the best of both worlds, huh? His eyes almost instantly roll back the same time as yours do, Neteyam’s hand keeping you in place as he slipped into you with ease.

“Look at me, Lo” you practically beg the boy in front of you, his eyes opening but his lips now stuck between his teeth—stopping his whimpers from escaping. Aw, he’s so easy to get to.

Neteyam's hands moved your hips against his, lips attaching to your neck while your sweet voices he loved so much escaped, face falling against Lo'ak's. You stared down at his length, biting your lip at the sight.

His cock had already been leaking pre, and you knew he wouldn't last long if you kept going, only letting your hand stroke him slow.

"Always so tight around me—could stay here forever" the eldest boy breathes in your ear, his pace slowly starting to increase once you got used to him. Lo'ak was jealous, but he couldn't think of anything else beside the fact your hand was palming him, soft voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear. You didn't want him to feel left out, you needed him to feel good too.

"Aw, baby. Don't hide those from me" your thumb brushes against his bottom lip, pulling it from his teeth so his moans would surface. You loved when Neteyam was vocal, so you could only imagine the things it would do to you if you had both of them like that. "Good boy"

He lets out a whimper against your neck and your ears peek at the sound, tail wrapping around Neteyam's waist to pull him closer to your body. He was hitting you so deep, so hard you could barely think straight. He definitely had something to prove, ruining you before Lo'ak could even enjoy you.

"Oh, Teyam..." He leans his face down to your own, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. Lo'ak's face was still buried into your neck, not even caring that his brother was fucking you right in front of him. He just needed your touch. "That's it—right there!" He lifts your leg more, following your instructions and only hitting deeper then before. Your eyes were rolling back and you could feel your cunt squeezing him the tightest it could, soft moans falling from his lips.

Every gasp, every moan, every breath against his ear but like heaven to him—praising you with a deep, loving stroke after every single one. You moved your hips against his, feeling your breaking point approaching already. He was way too good at this, way too good at knowing your body.

"Gonna come? Already? Let's see if he can beat that" You whine at his words, still competing with his brother even after agreeing to let it go. You wished you could complain, but if this is what it takes for you to get fucked like this, you'd learn to deal with it. "Come on, Pretty girl. Come for me. Show him who had you first"

His words make you moan loudly, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the pressure on your swollen clit, noticing Lo'ak's hand had been exploring your body with ease. "Oh my—fuck...!" His thumb circles your clit more and you can feel your high coming fast, begging Neteyam for more. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, making sure you had been pleased enough before he could release. He was so fucking close.

"Such a good girl for us. Wanna breed this pussy, make you walk out with my seed stuck deep inside you" You cry at his words and nod your head, the sound of your skin slapping against eachother being the only thing the three of your could hear. "Gonna give it all to you. Great mother—your mine, Y/N"

"Come on, Baby. Come so I can feel you" Lo'ak cups your face and you cry with one last thrust to his hips, his hands pulling you as close as you could possibly get against his lap.

"Nete...!" You both let out the filthiest moan, cunt clenching down on his throbbing cock inside you, the hot white spurts of his release painting your walls full. He mumbled things into your ear but you were too stuck on your orgasm to even respond, just falling against Lo'ak's chest with your chest heaving tirelessly. Neteyam pushed your hair away from your neck, placing a few small kisses to your skin.

"One more and then your done, okay?" You whimper, feeling his limp cock slowly slip out of you. His eyes were set on the mess he had made inside you, watching in awe as you laid with his brother, completely fucked out. "Your gonna ride him. Show him how this works, yeah?"

"Nete... I can't-"

"You can" He helps you stand onto your knees, Lo'ak's body moving to sit up in front of you. "I'm gonna help you, okay? Gonna make sure he takes real good care of you" Lo'ak pulls you into a kiss as you position yourself above him, Neteyam's hands helping guide you so you didn't give out.

"Don't—Mmph!" The brother moans against your lips as he finally seeps into you, Neteyam's mess already lubricating your cunt. "Y/N... great mother—so tight" He was a mess under you, wondering how you could've still been this tight even after his brother had you. It felt so fucking good.

"Just relax. I'll take care of you, I'll show you" You reassure him, hips moving against his at a slow pace. His hands pulled at your hips, nails digging into your skin with every breath that left his mouth. Neteyam watched you in awe, always loving how you looked when you were in control.

It wasn’t long before Lo'ak began to rut his hips under you, a gasp leaving your lips as you lean against him, using his shoulders to balance yourself. You matched his pace, noticing that he was now trying his hardest to hold back his release. You didn’t want him to—if anything, you were getting closer just looking at him.

“Feels good, huh? You gonna come again, pretty girl?” You shake your head at Neteyam’s question, but he didn’t take that answer. Lo’ak gripped your throat with one pull, crashing his lips against yours with another snap of his hips. “Give us one more, Baby. Just one more and you’ll be done” The boy caresses your hair and you could feel your tears slipping down your cheeks, the pleasure truly being too much now.

“Lo… Oh god I—it’s too much!” You beg against his lips but they both knew you too well, knowing you truthfully loved every minute of this, wishing he’d never stop even if it was too much.

“Can’t hold myself much longer, Y/N. Come for me” Gosh, how wet it made you hearing that from Lo’ak. His cock kissed your cervix over and over, grip so tight on your waste you were sure there was gonna be bruises tomorrow. This was such knee territory for the two of you. “Can feel you—shit! Come on, I know your close”

You leaned back, hands holding yourself up on his knees as you tried your hardest not to scream, Neteyam almost instantly standing behind you so you didn’t give up.

“Kiss me… god—I’m gonna come!” Lo’ak’s arm snaked around your waist and he leaned forward against you, crashing his lips into yours once again with a muffled moan. Your high was just at its peak, threatening to burst at any moment. Lo’ak knew, he knew and he was right behind you.

With one final thrust into you, Lo’ak held your hips down despite your shaking legs, both of you letting out a loud moan into each others mouth. Your releases mixed together, and his repainted your still fully white walls again, breath fanning against your ear with a sigh.

You couldn’t move or even speak, only sitting there for a minute and letting the two brother converse without you. They had officially fucked you out. You let out a cry as Neteyam lifted you from his brother, helping you lay onto the bed comfortably without touching any area that might’ve hurt. You already had many bruises forming against your skin, and if even one slight touch was to come to your heat, you’d cry.

“D-don’t… don’t touch” The boys chuckle as they laid next to you, Incasing you between their two warm bodies. Neteyam had himself propped up on his elbow, fingers pushing your hair out of your sweating face while Lo’ak’s head laid in your neck, placing small kisses along your shoulder.

“How’s that for a Valentine’s Day surprise?” He kisses your head and you open your eyes to look at them, half lidded against your face. You took one of his braids in between your finger, twirling it around with a smile. “Gotta say, I thought you’d at least stay awake longer then her” he says to his brother but Lo’ak doesn’t even bother, placing his middle finger in the air in front of him.

“Stop it. Your gonna give me a headache” you flick his head and he only chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. “I feel so…gross” You make him laugh once again, looking between the three of you. You couldn’t believe what had just happened, and the fact you had both of the sully boys release inside you, made it so much more forbidden.

“I guess we’ll have to see who’s kids are faster, huh?” Your eyes widen at the younger boys question, pushing his head away from you while the two begin to laugh together.

“Stop it! That is not funny!”

“It’s definitely mine. I’m a fast swimmer so-“

“Neteyam!” He puts his hands up in defense, Funally laying down next to you. Lo’ak had his head back on you, now just trying to drift off to sleep. “You two are ridiculous” He only hums, leaning down to press kisses up your jaw, teeth gently pulling at your ear lobe before whispering.

“So, who was better?”

Ummmmmm I hope y’all enjoyed this because my phone is glitching like crazy now 🙏🏼🙏🏼. New content coming soon! 💙

893 notes · View notes

nc-vb · 1 month

Text

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?

originally a commission, repurposed for readervision! writing about the ladies is fun and i should really do it more often, mhm.

notes -> pls i always forget she's 6'1", that's so frickin hot, my gawd

pairing -> quanxi x afab!time-traveler!reader*

warnings -> nsfw (18+, mdni), praise/nicknames used (*good girl), thigh riding, oral sex (reader receiving), orgasm denial, scissoring/tribbing; partial inebriation (alcohol consumption); light editing.

wc -> 4.5k

The modes of transportation in this place are… dated.

So used to seeing the various Tesla models zipping about, or the suddenly extremely common Honda Civic models, you found yourself staring a little harder at the ones that lined the street. All too obviously, the dilapidated street signs around you indicated your new location being somewhere in China. Still, there’d been an aged familiarity about the place, about all of it, from the specific way the splits in the sidewalk crackle from one end to the other, to how the trees willow overtop of them like old, gnarled hands. The glow from the street lights are all equally dull, and do little to highlight the filth the asphalt roads hold. The houses, in their decaying, years left untouched glory, are still cookie cutter enough to say that it once might’ve been a place that people both lived and thrived in— if anything, they might just exist there now. The bare minimum for any species.

But then you look in the distance, past the caved-in roofs, past the loose, swaying electrical lines and through the smog, find the fluorescent lights of the city resting just outside the horizon of this dystopian suburbia, and find that you feel at home, your own having been bright just like that.

You suppose that being at arms with a stranger in the middle of what you can only deem some kind of cacotopia must not be real. A dream or a hallucination— a nightmare, perhaps. The fact that you’ve never been to this place, this time or era, and yet, it’d been familiar. This partial hell scape with its scarred roads and patchwork housing, stuck in its darkened stasis of a temporary ceasefire? Wondering what kind of dream beasts this realm holds was unavoidable from the start, but at the very least, it still includes those in human form.

Your foe is formidable-- or, your predator, you should say. Armed thrice and practically naked in consideration for their lack of armour, wearing a thin shirt that exposes her midriff and tight black trousers, and with their one eye obscured by an eyepatch, they’re still as swift as a shadow when they charge forward, one blade extended, the other held in reverse against their forearm— usually a predictability. But they’re enough of a threat to you that you don’t bother to analyze much else any further.

If not for obeying modern physics, the stone at your feet would’ve split from the impact of your own harsh landing— without a weapon or defense of your own, you scamper out of the way of the woman’s sword, gasping at the close call. If anything, being in this strange place for so long, and being targeted by strange looking creatures and even stranger humans, has made you adept at avoiding harm.

You’re not entirely sure you can avoid it any further. You watch the attacker sheathe their defending sword and reach up toward their one exposed eye to— to… extract an arrow from within her skull, so easily as if it’d been normal to “store” it there.

“Don’t lose focus now,” they call — she calls, you finally learn, from your own language; she’d recognized it when you’d cursed at her earlier. A couple of obvious tonal sounds and inflections double down on you being somewhere in China. “I’ll be disappointed if you suddenly let me kill you, stranger.”

Slim, yet muscular. Long blonde hair. A gaze most distant, yet she still smiles, even in the middle of battle. Human? With that ability of hers, it’s unlikely; you’ve learned to differentiate that much, as short a time as you’ve spent here.

Amidst their game of cat and mouse, you can’t help but wonder if the area had been evacuated prior to Quanxi’s arrival, as if she’d been prepared to give chase, or even worse, as if she’d been prepared to fight. You don’t doubt the possibility of the woman having some kind of pull or authority in this time; as perhaps unprepared and bare as she appears, her skillset had quickly been proven. Being locked in at a coward’s stalemate for as long as you’d been, Can’t this end already?

“Please,” you pant, a hand poised in a pleading gesture. “Please stop.” The woman’s one visible eyebrow raises, her expression remaining placid. A moment later, she’s sheathing her blades.

“That’s fine with me,” she says, straightening up. “I’m pretty fond of this outfit and I’ve already scuffed the knees; it would be a shame if I tore anything else. You seem like… the civilized type, when you’re not running away. And if that’s the case, we should introduce ourselves.”

You give yours first, eager to catch your breath. The woman smiles.

“I am Quanxi. Now, tell me. The name of the Devil you’ve contracted with.”

Your expression hardens. “Devil?” you repeat.

Quanxi does not doubt further the woman’s seemingly earnest confusion. She already looks like she’s not from the area, and certainly not necessarily a native from China, either. In fact, it’d been more like she’s stepped out of one of those futuristic, science fiction movies. Your entire existence did not belong here.

Your tired vision sweeps along the street before rising to stare at Quanxi. “Where is this place?”

Testing, “Do you mean this street? This… neighbourhood? Or this world?” You don’t answer, unable. The silence, accompanied with the difficult read on the foreigner’s partial expression, is an answer enough. “It’s called Earth.”

“I know this is Earth.”

Quanxi’s lip quirks. “Then this place that you’re currently standing in, is in China. And this street, well… I’m not sure the name matters anymore. No one’s lived here in years.”

She watches you, a silence spread taut like a fishing line through the middle of your conversation as you ponder, before cutting it.

“Listen. I’m glad you decided to stop running away,” your lip curls slightly at the curtness in her words, but you don't interrupt, “but since we’ve established that you’re not from the area, and since I don’t see a… spaceship… parked anywhere… you’re probably not an alien. But, you’ve also probably got nowhere to go, hm?”

“… that’s, unfortunately, correct,” you murmur, sighing. What a headache…

“And it doesn’t seem like you’re looking to cause any trouble. Right?”

“I’m kind of in some trouble of my own, if you haven’t noticed,” you point out.

“Fair enough. Then, I’ll do you a favour. If you’d be reasonable enough to not do something as stupid as try to murder me in my sleep, I’ll invite you into my home.”

Try? I could barely run away from you.

“I’ll have to attend to some business in the morning outside the country, but, if you’re a good girl tonight, you’re welcome to stay there while I’m gone.” Your lips part to speak at the woman’s condescension, but by the absurdity of your situation, you find yourself unable to spit the words dancing behind your teeth back at her. Good girl?

“Do you need a physical invitation?” Quanxi says; you hadn’t realized she’d already begun to walk, and soundlessly trails after her. “Good.” Again? “I’ve parked several blocks north of here; it’s about a five minute walk if you’re fast about it.”

“Okay.” True to her estimation, once they’d picked up their pace, they found a sleek black automobile awaiting them only four blocks away. Compared to the older modeled cars you’ve passed, this one is at least twenty years ahead of their design.

Quanxi enters on her side before you can even open the passenger side door, and by the time you sit and shut the door behind you, the car has already belted to life, a soft rumbling heard from within its metal shell. A gear shifts, and they move.

The drive out of the dark neighbourhood where you first appeared, and into the glowing city you’d seen from afar is about three times as long as the walk had been. The luminance of the artificial light happens to be intense enough to make you squint so hard that your eyes become slits.

“Depending on how long you’re here for, you might end up getting used to it,” Quanxi says. You turn your head toward her. “Ah, well, I shouldn’t assume you don’t have these in your own home; apologies. Just, don’t stare at these ones directly. They’re definitely not up to code.”

You nod, glancing forward again.

“You aren’t very… chatty, are you,” Quanxi speculates, lowering one of her hands from the wheel to rest in her own lap.

“It’s… hard to think of something to talk about in my situation,” you say, wringing your wrists a little. “Small talk and idle conversations… is even harder.”

“You could always ask more questions.”

“I… can’t think of any.”

“Or ask if I know of a way to return you to your home.”

“And do you?”

“No. I can do a lot, but time travel?” Quanxi scoffs lightly. “Science fiction, for now. Maybe there’s a Devil out there that can do that. But, you could still have bothered to begin that conversation to see if I did.”

You pause. “Is this all a condition of me staying with you? Talking, asking questions…”

“Not at all. Simply makes for better company.”

You scoff, too, and fold your arms over your chest. “Aren’t you worried I’ll destroy your home while you’re gone? Or rob you?”

Quanxi chuckles. “Not at all. You might be lonely when I do, however. By how you greeted me earlier tonight, I should at least make sure my housekeeper doesn’t spook you away into, I don’t know, jumping out the window.”

“If I didn’t value my life, I wouldn’t have run away from you like I did. Why would I jump out the window…” The question hangs in the air, apparently a rhetorical quip.

The rest of the drive is completed in one-sided silence, Quanxi filling it with her own voice when she explains, unwarranted, the existence of Devils and what she’d meant when she’d asked you about a “contract”. It does make sense (and perhaps your interest in the subject did prove that you did have some curiosities), but you still had found yourself verily unwilling to engage in conversation, leaving your thoughts to race wildly beneath your skull.

In contrast to the surrounding buildings, Quanxi’s is not nearly as vibrant. The only lights come from the large fixed windows pressed tight between the dark brickwork; signs of life that neighbourhood from before had sorely been missing. Even the streets, despite the time, are flooded with chattering humans.

“We’re here, get out,” Quanxi says, putting the car into park and exiting it, herself. You join her on the sidewalk, where she’d just given a man a set of keys. In the corner of her vision, you watch him replace where Quanxi once sat, and drive off with her car, while the two of you enter the building.

“I’m on the penthouse level,” she tells you after pressing a button on the wall of the elevator. “It’s nothing fancy. Comfortable enough when I come home from an assignment, and for my—” Quanxi goes silent. You notice, but don’t press. The elevator chimes, announcing their arrival to the topmost level, and the doors open. “This way.”

There’s a keypad on the door, for which Quanxi types a particularly long code into before it beeps at them to enter. Whereas you take off your own boots and set them aside, Quanxi toes hers off and kicks them to the side, knocking yours over.

“A drink?” Quanxi offers.

“… water is fine.”

The penthouse is minimalist and simple, as its owner mentioned it would be. A simple living area full of couches and irregularly shaped chairs; a simple bedroom, raised up, across the room in a loft space. The bathroom and kitchen end up being the fanciest of the space, full of shining metal appliances and smooth surfaces, as white as the moon, itself.

There are but a few adornments and decorations, and you find that across the apartment, there are only a handful of photographs framed and sitting atop a long cabinet, two of which had been turned down— you recall Quanxi doing so as she’d entered ahead of you. Not one to pry — you know just as well as anyone what dredging up old memories does to a person — and with Quanxi busying herself in her kitchen, you cross over to them and quickly tip them up. Both have the woman pressed between four other girls, all with varyingly unexplainable appearances — why are her brains exposed? — but they all easily express their fondness for Quanxi.

“It’s like you’ve never been invited into someone’s home before,” Quanxi suddenly calls from around the corner. You flinch, and without making eye contact, set the frames back down with care. “It should go without me having to say the words “don’t touch anything unnecessary”.”

“Sorry,” you say.

Quanxi sighs, and extends her arm to hand the stranger a glass of clear liquid. “It’s fine. Just don’t touch them again. And try not to get curious enough that you want to ask about… them.”

You accept the glass, nodding, and take a generous gulp from it, immediately reeling.

“This isn’t water,” you say, swallowing thickly, her throat catching from the burn.

“It’s baijiu. Figured you could probably use some to relax while you’re here.” You instantly cough.

“Relax?”

“It’s not like you’ll be able to figure anything out tonight, not this late. And, not if you’re still wired into fight or flight mode. Drink this. If you’re hungry, there’s food in the fridge you can help yourself to. The bathroom is around the corner. Go and shower. I’ll grab you a change of clothing.”

Not that it’d been so severely important to, but you silently admit to her observations. Being sent stuck here and almost immediately thrust into one-sided combat against this strange woman, to being invited to her home for reprieve, has kept you tiptoeing on a jagged edge, teetering more to one side than the other. It’s discomforting. Unfamiliar.

You down the clear liquid in the glass before stalking into Quanxi’s bathroom, quick to strip yourself of your clothing before stepping into the shower. Beginning to scrub away the day’s grime from your body with a sudsy cloth, you realize you’ve yet to feel this calm thus far— must be the baijiu, you assume.

With the glass of the shower all fogged up from the steam, you don’t notice Quanxi standing in the doorway when you finally exit it. Unfocused, the nude woman jumps, the towel in her hand almost slipping out of her grasp.

“I’m beginning to think,” you start, huffing out a flustered breath, “that you’re the lonely one between us.”

“Perhaps I am.” The ice in her own glass clinks against it when she takes a sip, watching you start to pat yourself dry. “I won’t argue with you. I never thought I would feel like this, even after losing them. They were only Fiends, after all. Not entirely human.”

“... does one have to be “entirely human” for someone to love them?”

“… I forgot who I was saying this to,” Quanxi muses, mostly to herself. “You’re young, after all. Insightfulness comes easier to each new generation of life.”

“Something like that,” you halfheartedly confirm, dragging the towel down each of your legs. You sigh— avoiding certain conversations may not be as easy as you’d once thought with this woman, the involvement of alcohol perhaps making it even more of a difficult probability. “Where I’m from… in my time… in my version of Earth, we don’t have different species of humans. But to be loved by anyone, by anything, even by someone non-human, is a joy, and an honour. Don’t justify them being Fiends so you don’t have to grieve over them. And… just be glad you can remember everything about them.”

She smiles back, but it’s distant; spurious. You know full well what the look is for, and decide it’s unfair to call the woman the only lonely one between them, after all.

Quanxi pushes herself off the door’s frame, stumbling very slightly out of her awkward stance.

“I was only in here for ten minutes. How did you manage to get drunk so quickly?”

“Oh, I’m not drunk,” Quanxi swears. “This is my first glass… and I’m a bit of a heavyweight. I just figure I should share some of my vulnerability with you since you’re naked in my home right now. Seems like a fair trade to me.”

You look up at her, having wrapped your head in the towel, and around the washroom.

“Your clothes. Right. I forgot to bring them in. They’re out here.”

“Could you go and grab them?”

“You’re coming back out here anyway, right? Just come and change out here.”

Your eyes narrow. The woman’s already seen her as nude as the day she’d been born, and from her own words, she now lives alone, the existence of those four girls in the photos seemingly otherwise erased from the apartment save for those photos. Being on the penthouse level on one of the tallest buildings around, it’d be unlikely for any of the neighbouring buildings to see—

“You’re overthinking it,” Quanxi calls out. “Is that something you do when you drink alcohol?”

Your attempt at sliding past her in the doorway fails, the taller of the two having lifted her arm to stop you.

“Is it?”

You sigh. Quanxi’s lip lifts into a small smile, and she drops her arm to let you pass and enter the kitchen.

“Is this where you assert yourself on me, and I lower myself into showing you my “gratitude”?” You slip on the folded burgundy tee from the counter, mentally cursing at the woman for supplying you with such a useless piece of fabric, the offending material barely reaching your navel; you shiver. “I’ve read enough fiction in my lifetime to recognize this cliché.”

“Then you must’ve read a crazy amount of sapphic erotica throughout your journey across the stars.” You shake your head and reach for the pants, ignoring Quanxi’s presence at your side. “No,” she answers, “though, I’m glad my intentions go without me having to say anything. A harmless, wordless invitation to share in a little bit of skinship with me. I won’t force you into it, but…”

In still being bare from the hips down, Quanxi dares to smooth a hand across your waist that curls an arm around your middle, and you freeze, your cool skin quick to grow warm under her touch.

“Quanxi—””It’s not lowering yourself to enjoy yourself,” she muses, right next to your ear. You blame your immodesty for the chill that sweeps down your spine. “Let me take your mind out of the stars for the night.”

It’s the alcohol. You’re drunk, too. That’s the only reason. Trying to rationalize your acceptance of the situation with false realities only embarrasses you further— you aren’t drunk. You can’t even call yourself slightly inebriated, not yet.

Then perhaps it’s your subconscious telling you to cave to Quanxi’s suggestion. To give into the strange offer of reprieve this Earth finds itself willing to give to you.

Her hands travel, soft and featherlight, across your now scalding flesh, and beneath the waistband of the sweats she’d intended on giving you. Loosening them from around your hips, she pushes them down until they slip around your ankles, and with a hand poised at the toned sculpt of her abdomen, she presses you into leaning against the counter behind you.

“Just stand there and stay pretty for me.”

Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment; not particularly keen to stop her, you lean into the hand that cups your jaw, allows her to fit her lips between yours, tries to remember the last time you’d ever kissed or had ever been kissed, and fails. With no other thoughts to keep you tethered to creating distractions for yourself, you keen forward and shift your weight onto a single foot. A small laugh huffs against your lips.

“You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you,” she murmurs. You’re about to argue the opposite, that you’d only been acting agreeable for their best interest, and open your mouth; ever the opportunist, Quanxi is quick to curl her tongue to sweep along the inside of your lips before you get the chance to utter a single word. You flinch, but your own hand stays holding Quanxi’s hips against your own.

Her thighs are thick, discovering them to be more muscular than you’d first presumed when one of them press between your own and shift upward. You gasp, a soft sound, when the coarse material of Quanxi’s denim begins sliding back and forth along your bare clit; you tremble, and grips her sides just a little firmer.

“Ah, see? You don’t have to use your words to show it.”

A hand slips around to hold your neck, Quanxi pulling her mouth hard against yours, and you moan, your breaths shared with each tilt of their head and each swirl of their tongues around the other dense, purposeful. Was it the alcohol making your mind fuzzier? Making your judgment clouded? You hadn’t yearned for something this hard in much too long a time, though it did go without saying— yes, I’m enjoying myself.

You shiver at the sudden soft pecks and harsher licks at the curve of your neck, and Quanxi grinds your crotch against her bouncing thigh a little more insistently when you’d begun to shudder.

“You’re close, right? So soon?” Reluctantly, you find yourself nodding. Quanxi hums. “Not here.” She lowers her knee almost too abruptly, and releases. Your head snaps her way, frowning.

“This isn’t how I want you to come,” she explains, decidedly tugging down her own pants and kicking them away. “Too simple.”

“Why did you stop?”

“It’s only for a moment,” Quanxi assures you. She takes one of your hands and begins pulling you toward the staircase to the loft, quick to guide you along to sitting at the edge of her plush bedding. “Don’t look so frustrated, hm?”

You scoff, but it’s choked, heart still racing from your formerly impending, now lost, orgasm.

“More condescending words of yours,” you mutter, “just like earlier.”

“Condescending words from earlier…” Quanxi pauses. “Do you mean when I called you a “good girl”?”

“Yes. It was patronizing.”

“And… if I were to call you a good girl now?” Quanxi releases her hold around your wrist and, before you can pull them back (whether you were going to or not), fits her fingers through both of yours and kneels between your legs, spreading them further apart with her shoulders. Your entire body flinches, and your arms both jerk upwards with nowhere to go. “Is that still me being condescending? Or…” Quanxi tilts her head forward once more, and licks a stripe upward against your quiver. “… maybe it’s patronizing now?”

“Y-You’ve… well surpassed the definition of both of those words,” you groan.

“Maybe.” Quanxi’s tongue curls, catching on the hood of your clit. You gasp. “But look at you, my little time-traveling friend, behaving so well for me. I think this deserves a little bit of praise; a small reward.”

“Stop talking about it and give it to me, then.”

Quanxi doesn’t speak again, having suddenly busied herself with the wet kisses she supplied to your cunt. Your eyes fly upward to meet hers, tongue flicking so frustratingly calculated between your folds. You stir, arms twitching impatiently in her hold with nowhere to go— until she releases them again. Unable to help herself, you lurch forward, one hand pressing the woman between your thighs deeper into you, the other clawing at the sheets beneath you. When Quanxi goes to mumble something, not bothering to remove her tongue from against you, you send a hazy glare her way.

“Don’t talk, j-just—!” Quanxi’s grip shifts, instead to wind her arms around your thighs when your squirming becomes too uncontrolled. You cry out, a sharp noise that ends up startling you back into biting down on your own lip, as Quanxi suckles on your swollen bud. It’s impossible to stop her, to want to stop her; your hold on her head lessens, though it’s only when your legs begin to tremble in their attempt to fold shut, and when your voice catches in her throat that Quanxi finally pulls away, lips and chin glistening under the moonlight and hair slightly disheveled, and you groan again, a noise that grows progressively louder and more frustrated as the blonde rises back onto her feet.

“I never specified if you’d be the only one getting rewarded,” Quanxi points out, chuckling. “Keep your legs open.”

You manage a frown, but still hold your thighs apart for Quanxi to straddle you. Your hips buck, feeling the sudden pressure, the sudden heat and slick press against her; Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment, having been denying even herself the pleasure she’d now twice ripped away from you— punishment for the frustratingly short answers you’d provided throughout the evening.

Hands falling next to your head to grip the blanket, she rocks forward, lower back instinctively arching upon the friction finally reaching her— Quanxi moans, and you, impatient and shuddering once more, reach behind Quanxi to grab at her ass to pull her tighter into you.

“So eager,” Quanxi groans. Jerkily, she forces your shirt up over your breasts, nipples pert from your arousal, and dips her head down to wrap her lips around one, tongue swirling.

“Quanxi, I—” she pops away, gasping, hips still gyrating and pelvis grinding into yours with such a desperate fervour; she suddenly swivels herself and takes hold of your leg from under her knee, bringing it upwards. “Quanxi—”

“Go on, then,” Quanxi pants. Both mouths dripping, she takes her tongue and drags it up your calf. “Come for me, my little time-traveler.”

You choke on your breath, and your hands seize for Quanxi to hold her in position while you suddenly flip her around, grinding down on her, instead. Teeth gritted, Quanxi pulls and tugs at the sheets, moaning with the sweet relief of her own orgasm, and you tremble, crying out soft and low from the washing over of — finally, finally — your own pleasure.

Spent, you huff at the one-eyed woman when you lower herself down fully onto her pelvis. “Don’t… call me that ever again.”

Quanxi’s laugh is one of disbelief, and has you reddening above her.

“I was supposed to have an early night… I can always sleep on the plane.”

#quanxi x reader #afab reader #quanxi x y/n #csm x reader #quanxi smut #csm smut #csm quanxi #wlw #quanxi wlw

64 notes · View notes

hanniluvi · 10 months

Text

💭 — SUNOO AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

for my pooks @bearseulgs , thank you dear 🥹🫶

warnings : none?

— obviously sunoo is always cheerful and energetic around others, but when he’s with you, he’s the same just more calmer. you are basically his social battery charger since he knows you wouldn’t judge him if he acted “differently”.

— would get into those silly playful arguments where you go “you’re pretty” and then he goes, “you’re prettier.”

— “you know, you’re so cute.” “you’re cuter.” “sunoo we are not doing this again—” “oh yes we are.” someone stop him

— sure, sunoo seems cute and stuff, but he sure knows how to make you flustered. any time he manages to make you blush, he’s already got the notes app open on his phone and typing it down. so that’s why you keep getting butterflies around him!

— loves cute matching stuff. you can’t tell me he wouldn’t get excited over the cute matching pjs you got for a sleepover </3

— honestly your enabler. you could be trying to stop online shopping and just “browsing” through the website, and sunoo would suddenly appear. “that would look great on you” “you think so? yeah i thought so too—” and you easily added it to your cart. be more responsible!!!

— but honestly, you’re probably his enabler too. no wonder you both get along, temptations take over 🫶

— you two are stuck to the HIP. everywhere he is, you have to be there. everywhere you are, he’s already following you from behind. others wonder how you guys do that. they need some advice too for their partners

— pouts / scoffs when jealous or “angry” at you. however when you just shower him w/ love, suddenly the sour expression on his face turns into a happy one :) keep him happy please

— bear hugs with him!! i feel like he gives such warm hugs

— sudden hugs throughout the day is his thing. he just loves randomly opening his arms and trapping you in his embrace. not that you have anything to complain about though.

— when you’re tired, he’d happily help you with whatever you need, whether it’s removing makeup or helping you put away your clothes, he’s there to help you. he does it even though he’s tired, he likes looking out for you first.

— if he notices you’re feeling down, he’d cling onto you to try to make you feel better. it doesn’t matter if you won’t tell him what’s wrong, he’s sure his touch would help you, even if it would just a little bit.

— the type to swing your hands back and forth as you hold hands.

— lets you squish his cheeks whenever you want. he likes it whenever you do it, just not by the others as much. this leads to lot of complaints and sulking from the others, but sunoo couldn’t care less!! only you and that’s final!

— you two have days where you two just lay down comfortably to talk bs about other people. its like your own gossip nights, exclaiming whenever the other person speaks. definitely your favorite days. and so is it his

— you both are talk and listen people. no rushing, just allowing the person speak and then saying any input. this is why you guys can talk for hours

— tries to use his cute looks to bribe you into doing something for him. and trust me, it works most of the time. almost all the time. no self control, as said before

— also caves into your wants, he just wants to get everything you want. oh you want something? he’s gonna think about it for the whole day, soon buying it just for you.

— what is sunoo as a bf if i don’t mention skincare nights? you’d do each other’s skincare for the fun of it…it usually ends up with wet shirts and chaotic screaming. lovely, isnt it <3

— gift giving is the way to go for the both of you!

— he could drive, but he rather be a passenger princess because he feels like it would be much safer. not him doubting himself. but he will sit next to you, giving you directions and taking care of the music.

— nose kisses. i dont know why, he’d just leave a small peck on your nose or both of your noses would just touch.

— loves playing with your hair

— loves you too much that he would brag you to his friends <3

💭 — one more to go 🫶 also summer break finally starts so hopefully i can post daily…maybe…

ENHA PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @ixomiyu @yenavrse @shinsou-rii @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @yenqa @dimplewonie @bubblytaetae @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @starcubes @starikizs @wonioml @chirokookie @xiaoderrrr @neozon3nha @en-chantedtomeetyou @millksea @enhaz1 @eundiarys @woon2u @ja4hyvn @judeduartewannabe @j-wyoung @thia-aep @vampcharxter @softpia @officiallyjaehyuns @itsactuallylina @hsheart @sweetjaemss @ahnneyong @hanienie @jwnghyuns @kpoplover718 @jiawji @rikizm @haknom @yeokii @wvnkoi @tnyhees @teddywonss @shinunoga-iie-wa @flwrshee

265 notes · View notes

the-faceless-bride · 1 year

Text

Just had an idea, lost boys with the Phantom reader.

Idea -> reader is a phantom, they've been dead for many many maaaaany years and live in the cave with the boys. The boys have never seen them because they are in a deeper part of the sunken hotel. The hotel was a high-end hotel that was used for opera showings and classical performances and the night the hotel sank reader was trapped and killed.

reader never comes out or plays their music when the boys are around, by now the reader has forgotten that they are dead, and they don't even know about the boys. They are so deep in the cave that the enchanting music they play is covered and muffled by all the rubble.

One day Laddie finds an opening that's just big enough for him to slip through. After a crawl, a long walk, and shimmying through a tight gap Laddie finds himself in what used to be the hotel's theatre....

elegant pained walls covered in dust and grime, the golden archways above the stands of the theatre now dull. The clack of his small shoes against the cracked dusty tiles, the grand chandelier in the middle of it all.

Laddie looks at the grand stage lights off, instruments thrown about some in alright condition and others completely destroyed. Old and very dry red stains paint around a part of the stage that had caved in and he couldn't see the bottom. But out of all things, it's the stunning grand piano with gold-encrusted keys.

He sat in the chair, too small to fully sit in it properly. He starts mindlessly pressing the keys, noting in his head what keys sounded best in his opinion. And he jumped when he heard a voice behind him. "would you like me to teach you?"

The boys weren't too worried about Labbies whereabouts, they knew Laddie memorized the boardwalk and all of its attractions. But gradually got more and more suspicious of the little boys' outings and they knew asking Star would be no use. But the boys kept silent, maybe the boy just found a new game to play. But eventually, Laddoe did something that spiked the boy's interest and they didn't feel so sure about the boy going out on his own anymore...

"uuhhh, classical little man? Really?" Paul raised his brow looking at the track Laddie asked he could get. In that moment all the boys were on edge, now noticing the changes Laddie had... His clothes though still in their rock style looked less dissolved, his hair looked brushed and he used one of stars' scrunchies to tie it back. That's how they knew something was definitely wrong. Laddie always wanted to be like them be like Dwayne and always had his hair down and messy.

Now the boys had started interrogating the little boy, and criticizing Star for allowing Laddie to be around "stuck-up classical mouth breathers?" and Star denise knowing any.

Laddie didn't want to tell his big brothers about his new friend and the lessons in piano he had been getting from the nice ghost that lives in the deepest part of the cave.

And it wasn't until much much later that the boys stayed up in the day to see where their halfling little brother was going. The next night, while Laddie and Star were out the boys started digging through the rocks and rubble careful not to bring the whole cave down.

The boys find the grand theatre and begin looking around, they always found classical boring however they could admit this place was quite the sight. Marko had loudly claimed this room as his "art room" and was already planning on paintings to go all over the walls and ceiling, Paul whined and said "its full of instruments! Let me have my guitar room!" and it was quickly becoming a bickering contest between the terror twins.

It wasn't until Dwayne found a note on the piano written in curved writing, "I decided to freshen up, just play the song we've practiced once you get here." next to the note was sheet music. Now Dwayne didn't like to open up about his past and never told his brothers that not only did he know how to play piano he also could read sheet music.

He knew he would never hear the end of it from his three brothers but he wanted to know. He began playing the somber piano tune, quickly getting the attention of the three boys and Paul was already teasing. That was until Reader appeared in front of the Piano...

"you're not Laddie."

So should I make this a full thing? Or is anyone feeling those inspiration juice? I hope so.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys imagine #lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys marko #Lost boys x monster reader #poly lost boys #Poly lost boys x monster reader #Lost boys x phantom #Lost boys x phantom reader

454 notes · View notes

omletteflipper · 29 days

Text

Why?: Volo x Reader

After everything you've been through, you can't help but be kind to him. But why?

Spoilers for post-post-game.

You were hardly aware of the tall grass crunching under your feet as you hiked along the cliffside. You had searched every nook and cranny for the slightest hint of the man who betrayed you. Why were you looking for him? Why did you care? After hours of trekking and months of searching, you didn't have enough energy to ponder them.

You turned a jagged corner and ducked under an overhang when suddenly you saw it: a hole in the rock face that was just big enough for a large person to squeeze through. You impulsively stuck your head in the gap and let out a gasp.

The cave was decorated with various artifacts that you had never seen before. If that wasn't obvious enough, a yellow and white bedroll was spread across the floor. This had to be it.

"Hello."

You turned around and instinctively threw your arms over your face, cowering from a blow that didn't come. You slowly lowered your arms to see a frustratingly beautiful man staring down at you.

Time had not been kind to Volo. His hair was unkept and knotted, and his once-white tunic was streaked with dirt and grime. It was almost... pitiful.

As if reading your thoughts, he looked down and cringed at his own appearance. "The wilderness was- easier to traverse in my Ginko Guild uniform."

You were shocked by his lack of aggression, but more than that you were shocked by your own. It was by pure instinct that you sought out this man, this man who had tried everything to strike you down. Did time alone in the wilderness make you placid? Did it make him placid?

You searched your pockets and pulled out a haircomb made of finely carved Magikarp bone.

Volo's expression shifted as you offered it to him. He was always hard to read, but now that you know what he's capable of, his true emotions were even more unknown. "Why." he finally said.

You looked down at your feet, not knowing the answer to his question. To his thousand unspoken questions. Because you were my friend? Because I learned a lot from you?Because even though you tried to strike me down I somehow kind of respect you?

"Because your hair is messy."

Volo snatched the comb from your hand and gingerly attempted to run it through his once-beautiful hair, but the teeth quickly got stuck in a matted section.

"Let me help," you offered.

He tried in vain to break up the tangled blond mass before finally tossing the comb at you and sitting down on a rock with a huff.

You gently took his hair between your fingers, assessing the damage. It was clear that he had at least bathed during his exile, but river water could only do so much. It would take hours to detangle it all.

Volo fidgeted under the heat of your gaze and the touch of your hands. He looked like he wanted to speak, but the two of you were locked in an inescapable silence as you began slowly fixing his hair. He knew you wouldn't fall for his usual charms. You knew he wouldn't respond well to talk of redemption. You worked in silence until you gently draped a freshly detangled lock over Volo's shoulder.

"Thank you."

You both spoke the words at the exact same time. Volo turned to see you stifling a laugh with one hand loosely placed over your smile.

"You're welcome." You both quipped simultaneously.

Now Volo was laughing. Oh Almighty Sinnoh how you missed that laugh. It reminded you of your adventures together seeking out legendary pokemon. Before Spear Pillar. You sighed and looked at him wistfully. His round face and sharp chin, his half-lidded grey eyes that squinted a little when he smiled, his strong arms that you could finally appreciate through his threadbare tunic. In that moment you realized you were finally seeing the real Volo.

"Why?" Volo asked again, as soft as a song.

As you searched for the right words you suddenly felt the weight of your pack dig into your shoulders. You dropped it in front of you and held out the comb again.

"Because your hair could have been messy."

You reached into your pack and pulled out a set of fine clothes woven with threads of gold.

"Because your clothes could have been dirty."

You reached in again and pulled out a set of tinctures and bandages.

"Because you could have been hurt."

Again and again you pulled countless gifts from your pack. Sweet-smelling soaps, a collection of leather-bound novels, a set of hand-drawn illustrations of each of his Pokemon, warm woolen socks. Each gift with a sentiment. A worry. A prayer.

Volo gazed at you as you spilled your heart onto the rocks by his feet. The chosen vessel of his silent god was here, worrying for him. Seeking him out. Spending months of time and wages just to ensure his well-being. A few months ago he would have called you foolish. Before that, he would have shoved down his emotions and thought of you as a useful tool. But now? All of the feelings he desperately tried to ignore since the day you met came flooding back.

In an instant you were in his arms. You hadn't even registered that he stood up, yet here you were swallowed up by his mass. Your head pressed against his chest as he cradled your body with ease. You melted into each other's touch, breathing in the mountain air.

You gazed up at him, noticing the soft intensity in his eyes as he stared back. His arms shifted slightly, tightening his grip around you. Unkempt as he was, Volo was still beautiful.

"Why?" You asked.

You could feel Volo's chuckle vibrate through his body before trailing off into little hums. He removed one hand from your embrace and ran his fingers along the combed section of his golden hair. It was his turn to lay his heart bare to you.

With every chance encounter, Volo had grown to admire your love for Pokemon. With every legendary pokemon and plate you tracked down together he began to grow fond of your presence. The world was so unfair, and yet over the past months Volo found himself yearning for the company of its protector.

"Because... I love you."

Volo said it with certainty. No smirk on his face or humor in his expression. A few months ago he considered you proof that life was nothing but unfair to him. Now, you were proof that the world was kind.

You squeezed him even tighter and buried your face in his chest. It was only after catching the sound of Volo's racing heartbeat that you realized you never gave him an answer.

"I love you too."

Volo smiled his signature toothy grin and suddenly your feet were off the ground. The both of you laughed as he spun you around with adrenaline-filled joy.

The two of you collapsed onto the rock with you in his lap, enjoying each other's warmth. You reached to run your fingers through his hair when you remembered. You pulled the comb from your pocket and began untangling a second lock of hair. You could stare directly at his face now. You liked this smile much better than the smirk he used to wear. This one crinkled his eyes into a warm expression and rounded his cheeks. The more you stared, the more you noticed a pink blush creep across his face.

"May I kiss you?" You found yourself asking.

"Are you sure?" Volo's smile faltered. Another set of unspoken questions. Are you sure you want to trust me again? Are you sure I'm worthy? Are you sure you want to love me?

"Yes." You breathed.

Volo's lips crashed into yours with surprising intensity. His grip on your body tightened as he poured every ounce of passion he had ever had right into your lips. You let out a squeak of surprise as he leaned you further down until your head was parallel to the ground. His hand cushioned your head against the rock as you felt his whole torso pressing on your body.

Every moment you thought he'd break away he didn't. You were locked in your embrace as the sun began to set and the heavens began to unfurl. Finally, when you thought you'd fall asleep with your lips against his, Volo slowly pulled back and searched your expression. Was that too much?

"I- wasn't expecting that."

"I've waited a long time." Volo said simply.

You suddenly became aware that the gifts you bought were still scattered at your feet. "It's getting dark. May I stay the night and care for you?"

"It would be an honor."

#volo x reader #volo #pla volo #pla #pokemon legends arceus

42 notes · View notes

spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

Text

F- Favorite Position

A/N- I know this one is a little shorter than normal but i love being able to write fics that have to do with descriptions, especially when it comes to talking about things that people are normally insecure about 🥰 to be honest, being able to write about things like that help me with my own insecurities (because let’s face it, Eddie doesn’t have a type and would love every one of us no matter how big or small we were) For those of you who aren’t aware, this is a fic for my series based on my NSFW Alphabet :)

Genre- Fluff, Smut

Warnings- Descriptions of body parts during sex (almost every body part i could think of to be honest 😅), reader has female anatomy

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @heydreamchild

Words- 0.5k

The sounds of wet skin slapping and whatever cassette tape he had put into his stereo became afterthoughts as his eyes peeked open at the sight beneath him, and once his gaze saw your body he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Your hair sprawled over the pillow beneath your head, little wisps of it sticking to your neck and forehead from the sweat and saliva stuck to your skin. A few strands had found their way over your eyes and Eddie reached his hand out to move them for you, giving you the chance to look up and meet his gaze as he was towered over you. He knew that as soon as you were finished there would be little mats and tangles that would have to be brushed out the next morning just like always.

Your face was flushed with the glowing pink that he loved to see. It wasn’t the same blush you had on your face when he kissed you or when he showered you with little compliments, this was a blush of pure love and pleasure. Pink was washed over your whole body, and you were practically glowing, and though the lights were off Eddie could’ve sworn your skin sparkled under the pale light of the moon that crept in through his curtains.

Your neck and chest were littered with hickeys and teeth marks, and though Eddie always tried his best to keep them in places that could be hidden, he couldn’t help but want to get his mouth on every part of you that it could reach. Your throat was bruised and your nipples were still sensitive from being between Eddie’s lips, and another shrill moan escaped your lips when his hand reached out to gently graze over them with his fingertips.

He watched as your breasts and tummy bounced and swayed with each deep slow thrust into you, and without a doubt this was his favorite part of towering over you. Just the sight of your body moving to his touch, your flesh feeling so plush against his body, the soft skin of your tummy caving beneath his fingertips each time he dragged them over your body.

He looked down between your bodies and watched as your legs moved with his waist as they wrapped around them, pulling him closer each time he thrusted into you. His hands moving from the sides of your head to holding onto your hips, slowing his pace to take in every inch of your body that his eyes could find.

Each and every part of you looked so beautiful, angelic even, every time he was on top of you and he never wanted to stop seeing you in this state.

Your body entirely exposed for him to admire and appreciate. He knew every curve and how your skin dipped under his touch, he memorized every mole and freckle and knew how you loved it when his fingers tickled over them, he kissed every scar and stretch mark on your body that he could find because he knew how insecure they made you.

He loved you, he loved your body, he loved your soul, and he loved how each time he made love to you he could watch how he made you feel just from watching your figure writhe beneath him.

You were his goddess, his diety, and all he wanted was to give you the praise and adoration that he knew you wanted from him.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic

474 notes · View notes

witcheroftheslothschool · 9 months

Text

Red Rising Re-Read: Mentions of Mustang and Darrow’s Relationship in between Red Rising and Golden Son

I’m sure I’ve missed a few, but here are all quotes I collected, I desperately need a fanfiction of their time between Institute and Academy.

But I miss the kindest of them. The one who asked me to stay as I bid her and Mars goodbye on her balcony almost a year ago. Mustang. I gave her a horse-crested gold ring as a parting gift, and she gave me a razor. Fitting. The taste of her tears grows stale in memory. I have not heard from her since I left Mars. - Golden Son

I’m reminded of the warmth of her flesh, the mischief in her voice, the smell at the nape of her neck, the kindness of her heart. I stare so hard I almost miss her escort. - Golden Son

When I feel dirt, I honor Eo. And when I see fire, I remember the warmth and flicker of the flames across Mustang’s skin as we lay in our chamber of ice and snow. - Golden Son Note: Could also be a hint at their time in the cave during Red Rising.

I remember the warmth of Pax’s blood. The chill of Lea’s pale face in the cold morning after Antonia butchered her. The grainy red smear of haemanthus blossom. Mustang’s bare hip as we lay by the fire. - Golden Son

She’s never pried. She’s never asked about Eo, not when we shared time together after the institute when I was a rising lancer. Not when we rode horses at her family’s estate or walked through the gardens or dove in the coral reefs. I thought she must have forgotten I whispered the name of another girl as I lay with her in the institute’s snows. How stupid of me. How could she forget? How could it not linger there inside her, forcing her to wonder, as she lay with her head on my chest listening to my heart beat, if it didn’t belong to another girl, a dead girl. - Golden Son

I’ve sunken into memory, where this Golden game ones seemed so easy. What has changed? Mustang. “You’re more than this,” she whispered as I left her for the Academy. Tears swelled in her eyes, though her voice did not waver. “You don’t have to be a killer. You don’t have to court war.” “What other choice do I have?” I asked. “Me. I’m the other choice. Stay for me. Stay for what might be. At the institute, you made followers of boys and girls who have never known loyalty. If you go to the Academy, you abandon that to be my father’s warlord. That’s not what you are. That is not the man I…” She did not turn, but her face changed as her sentence trailed away, lips drawing a hard line. Love? Was that what we built at the year after the institute? If so, the word stuck in her throat, because she knew, as I knew that I had not given her all of me. I had not shared all that I am. Greedily, I kept secrets. And how could someone like her, someone with so much self-worth, bare herself and throw her heart at a man who gave so little in return? So she closed her golden eyes, showed the razor into my hands, and told me to go. - Golden Son

A vision of her is spawned in the darkness like so many before it- a girl riding away from me across a field of green, twisting in her saddle and laughing for me to follow. Hair rippling as would summer hay fluttering from a farmer’s wagon. - Morning Star

But I’m a world away from her, my friends. Lost in memory. I’ve been to the Hive before with ArchGovernor Augustus and Mustang. He brought the lancers to meet with Society economic ministers to discuss modernizing the moon’s infrastructure. After the meeting she and I snuck away to the moon’s famous aquarium. I’d rented it out at absurd cost and arranged a meal and wine to be served to us in front of the orca tank. Mustang always liked natural creatures more than Carved ones. - Morning Star

+ The Society gossiping about their relationship:

“It’s your constant presence on HC talk shows.” “I’ve never gone on the HC! I don’t even watch it!” “Oh, please. You relish our own celebrity. Even though they mock you, you bathe in the limelight and cloak this house with shame. We know your datapad search histories. We see you preening at yourself on the HC as though it were your personal mirror. The stories run on you and the ArchGovernor’s daughter-” - Golden Son

He grips my shoulder desperately, his hand weaker than I remember. “Tell me about your life. What the Academy is like. Tell me everything. Are you still lovers with that delectable Virginia au Augustus?” He frowns suddenly. “Oh, of course you’re not. She’s with-” - Golden Son

#red rising #golden son #morning star #red rising trilogy #reaper x mustang #darrow au andromedus #darrow of lykos #virginia au augustus #mustang #red rising spoilers #re reading #reaperstang #i love them

76 notes · View notes

anne-chloe · 5 months

Text

Trust Me | One |

Jareth/Goblin King x F!Reader

Summary: As Sarah's next door neighbour, you're often Mrs Williams' last resort as a babysitter. Sarah had never liked this, but she can be extremely unreliable at times. One stormy night, Sarah grows frustrated with her baby brother and babysitter, resulting in saying a phrase that she later wants to take back. Now, you are stuck in The Goblin Kings realm with little hope to returning home again, unless Sarah can reach the castle and defeat Jareth in time.

The rain started to roll in from outside. It was peaceful; windy, cold weather that only made you snuggle into the blanket further while you continued to read through your book.

Protected by the warmth of your house, you sighed gratefully and continued to delve into the exciting world of The Hobbit. You'd be partial to reading it at first, but after much encouragement from your local librarian, you caved.

Then, an abrupt knock disturbed your peace. You dog-eared the page and placed the book down, now approaching the door with curiosity of who would be visiting you during such furious, bitter rain. You opened the door, surprised to see your neighbour wrapped in a coat, her formal dress poking from underneath.

"Is everything alright, Mrs. Williams?" You asked in worry, eyes flickering towards her fully lit house to the right. Nothing seemed out of place, which only deepened your curiosity.

Mrs. Williams tried to hide her scowl, but you were rather attentive and caught it immediately. She shivered from the cold, and you were about to invite her inside to the warmth before she began explaining why she had knocked so late into the evening.

"My husband and I are going out for dinner, and Sarah is supposed to be babysitting Tobey. She's late. I was wondering if you'd step in and look after Tobey tonight, and Sarah too once she finally shows up."

This didn't come as a surprise to you.

Sarah was always returning home later than she had promised her parents. Because of this, Mrs. Williams constantly pulled her hair from frustration; you'd offered a couple times in the past so the couple could be free to enjoy their social evenings together. Mrs. Williams was kind and always made sure to pay you fairly for your troubles, even though you assured her that it was fine.

"Yes, that won't be a problem. Let me grab my shoes and I'll be right over."

Mrs. Williams left and you departed to find your shoes. With the weather being so drizzly, you weren't going to risk darting across the garden in your slippers like you had previously done in the past. Not only that, but you'd rather not drag mud into Mrs. Williams' pristine home. You knew from experience of how frustrating it was to try and scrub dried and wet mud from the cream carpets.

You slipped on your running shoes and exited the house. You'd left a note in the kitchen for your own parents once they returned from work, so they would know where you had vanished to. Then, you made your way to the Williams' home quickly, a thin jacket pulled over your head to protect you from the weather in your extremely brief journey.

The door was already unlocked, just as Mrs. Williams had promised, and so you let yourself straight in as you usually did. Both Mr and Mrs. Williams were gathered in the foyer, touching up the final pieces of their outfits.

Mrs. Williams swarmed over to you and wrapped you into a thankful embrace. You returned it and released a small laugh. "Thank you for this, [Name], I'm so grateful that we can always count on you to be there for Sarah and Tobey."

You pulled away, your hands holding Mrs. Williams' calloused hands gently. You gave a reassuring squeeze. "Of course. I absolutely adore caring for Tobey, and Sarah can be a delight once the conversation is favourable to her."

Yourself and Sarah didn't always see eye-to-eye. In Mrs. Williams' eyes, you were the perfect example of how Sarah should act and behave. You were always punctual and never without a kind word spoken for anyone. Unlike Sarah, who despised Tobey, her annoying step-brother who consumed all the attention and, therefore, affection.

Despite this, you held no grudge for Sarah. She was simply a hormonal 15 year old with a deeply rooted passion for theatre; while you were a 19 year old with simple aspirations for life. You were a fresh-faced, young adult with the world ahead of you, and yet you idolised your parents marriage and desired for a love life so similar.

Mr and Mrs. Williams then swiftly departed with minimal instructions, seeing as how you babysat Tobey and Sarah frequently. There weren't many house rules that you needed to remember, as a lot of them were similar to your own. They were reasonable—don't make a mess, clean up after yourself, be respectful, and don't go in their bedroom.

You waved Mr and Mrs Williams' away and closed the door once they were out of sight. Then, you headed up the stairs and down the hall to Tobey's bedroom, where he was awake and smiling fondly from his crib.

You reached in and pulled him out, tapping your finger playfully against his little button nose. He squealed in delight and nuzzled into your warmth, and your heart melted at the motion. It would be a dream for you to have a child one day, and if they were as wonderful as Tobey then you'd be satisfied.

"What shall we do this evening?" You asked Tobey with a curious hum. You gently patted his bum as you held him, taking note of how red his eyebrows were and how droopy his eyes had become. "Perhaps we should settle you to sleep."

And so you lay him down in your arms with one of the many picture books from his room, then settled yourself into the comfy rocking chair across from his crib. You skilfully opened the book with one hand and began to read to Tobey.

Within seconds, his eyes fluttered shut and his soft snores filled your ears. You placed the book onto the shelf next to you and continued to rock Tobey for a little while longer before settling him down into the crib. You placed a bear into his hand and tucked a blanket under his arms, then you stroked his head and blew him a loving kiss.

You slipped out of the room and closed the door with a soft click. Then, you headed downstairs and into the kitchen, where you began making yourself a cup of tea. You made your way into the lounge and cosied yourself onto the sofa, flicking on the TV and searching through some of the channels.

The door opened half an hour later, the rain only getting heavier, with Sarah dripping wet and her shoes thick with mud. You jumped up to greet her, a smile lighting your face, but Sarah's immediate scowl caused you to freeze in the doorway.

"Let me get you a towel," you offered, gesturing to her dripping hair, which clung to the sides of her face. You entered the downstairs bathroom and pulled out a fresh, clean towel, then you headed back to Sarah where she kicked off her shoes in the foyer. You tried not to grimace at the mud that was now stained into the beautiful carpet.

You approached Sarah and held out the towel for her to take. "Here."

Sarah huffed and practically snatched the towel from your hands. You retracted your hands awkwardly and lingered next to her as she roughly began drying her hair. "Why are you still here?" Sarah asked as she lowered the towel, her 'thank you' nonexistent.

You tried not to frown, but your lips twitched at the abruptness of her words. "Mrs Williams asked me to stay until they returned home later. I won't be a bother. I'll just care for Tobey and stay out of your way. You won't even notice I'm here unless you need me."

Sarah nodded slowly. It was obvious that she was trying to not feel overstepped with her babysitting abilities, but at the same time she was grateful that she didn't have to think about Tobey for the night. This way, it meant she could continue with her passions and read through the play she'd been hooked into.

Without another word spoken, Sarah handed you back the towel and headed up the stairs. You watched and sighed heavily as she disappeared, her door slamming loudly throughout the house. You flinched at the noise, paused and waited for Tobey to wake up and start crying, but the quiet continued much to your relief.

You immediately placed the dirtied towel into the laundry basket and set to work gathering cleaning supplies to clean the mud from the foyer. You pulled on some marigold gloves and began scrubbing, watching with a slight grimace as the mud barely started to lift from the carpet. It was such a thick carpet, meaning it absorbed 90% of everything; that didn't mean you were going to half-arse the task and leave a smear, you'd have it spotless by the time you were done.

You didn't need Mr and Mrs Williams returning home to mud on their carpet. It would only cause an argument between them and Sarah, and you knew Sarah was having enough troubles with her emotions as it was; she didn't need the added pressure like this.

Then, breaking your thought and task, Tobey's cry rang out from upstairs. You immediately pulled off the gloves and left them on the floor, by the bowl of warm water and cleaning fluids. You hastily hurried up the stairs to get to Tobey before his cries could disturb Sarah.

However, you were startled to see Sarah already standing in the room, towering above Tobey with one of her collection bears clutched in her hand. She glared down at the infant child, spewing words of hatred at him.

You pushed yourself in front of Tobey and scooped him up from the crib, holding him in a loving embrace to give him the reassurance that he very much needed.

"Sarah," you said in exasperation, "why did you wake Tobey up? He was fast asleep—"

"He stole Lancelot!" Sarah interrupted harshly, pointing an accusing finger at Tobey.

You gently caressed his head and began gently bouncing him in your arms. His cries began to calm into the occasional whimper. You tried not to get angry with Sarah and her accusations; how could a baby steal something from another room? He couldn't even walk properly yet!

"He didn't steal your bear," you corrected, "Mrs Williams probably gave it to him for comfort. I don't understand what the big deal is. You could have taken it back without waking him up."

Sarah let out a bitter laugh. She threw her hands in frustration and began moving towards the door. Then, she paused. Her shoulders went stiff, and slowly she turned around to face you again, something dark crossing her face.

You shifted uncomfortably at the expression.

Then, she began to chant something absurd and lyrical. "Goblin King, Goblin King, wherever you may be: take this child and its keeper far away from me!"

You blinked rapidly, flinching as thunder crackled n the sky behind you. You whipped around, watching as the wind somehow forced the bedroom windows open. You scurried over to them and closed them fast with one hand, double-checking that the lock was securely in place to prevent it from happening again.

Outside the window, you saw an owl sitting ominously on the branch in the tree. It flapped its wings in the wind, and you automatically moved away from the window as lightning flashed in the sky.

You turned to face Sarah, feeling hurt by her words. Surely she didn't actually want some fictional character to come and steal her neighbour and brother away? But the seriousness on her face only confirmed the cruelness of her word.

Tobey began crying loudly again. You attempted to calm him while confronting Sarah. "You don't mean that," you said, frowning as heart spread throughout your chest, "I understand you're angry and upset, but there's no need to—"

"I wish the Goblins would take you far away from me. Right. Now."

Sarah spun around and fled the room, slamming the door shut behind her. You flinched and held Tobey closer, bouncing him and shooshing him as best as you could while you felt so upset yourself. You'd just have to settle Tobey and then try and have a civil conversation with Sarah without her—

—A shadow moved quickly from the corner of your eye. You turned around to look at it, only to see that nothing was there. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of a rat or rodent residing in Tobey's bedroom. So, despite him still crying loudly, you placed him into his crib where he was safe, and you gently stepped over to the spot where you had seen something move.

You pushed the rocking chair to the side. You moved the curtain. You looked down the side of the changing table. There was nothing to see; no holes, no scratches; no sign of a rodent or any evidence that there ever was one.

You chuckled to yourself in relief. You weren't a fan of rats and creatures so small; their little teeth frightened you. Who knows how you would have reacted if there had actually been a creature there?

Adding on to your settling fright, the bedroom lights flickered rapidly before suddenly going out. You glanced up at the dead bulb, then curiously to the window where the thunder continued to boom loudly. You chewed your lip in frustration, now knowing you'd have to deal with a power outage, an angry teenager and a crying baby.

A crying baby.

The quietness of the room suddenly dawned on you. You looked over to Tobey's crib, dread washing over you at the abrupt silence.

Why wasn't he crying anymore?

"Tobey?" You whispered, unsure of yourself. It was possible that he had fallen asleep, but Tobey was the type of baby that needed help in doing so. You started to step slowly towards the crib, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, goosebumps forming along your arms.

You peered into the crib.

It was empty.

Your chest tightened in panic. You stumbled back and rapidly glanced around the room in search for Tobey. But he wasn't there. There was no sign of him anymore. You breathed heavily and immediately made your way to the door, questioning the reality of the situation.

Perhaps Sarah had taken him when you weren't looking? But why would she have come back after storming away like that? Did she feel guilty for the things she said?

You reached the door and twisted the handle. It wouldn't open. You twisted again. And again. Only to be met with the same results. Tears filled your eyes as the panic really started to settle in, and then you found yourself pounding your fist against the door to try and catch Sarah's attention. You even started calling her name.

Did she lock you in? No, there wasn't a keyhole in the door to begin with, how could she possibly do that? And the door opened inwards, meaning stacking something from the outside wouldn't trap you effectively.

Maybe, just maybe, there was some sort of reasonable explanation for all of this.

After another minute of pulling and pushing at the door, you decided to try and escape through the window. It was your best bet at getting back into the main area of the house, where you could begin your search for Tobey again.

You froze immediately, now suddenly aware of the person sitting and swaying in the rocking chair. Your breath hitched in your throat, your mind overwhelmed with the thought that somebody had broken into the house and was watching you quietly in the corner.

You didn't dare speak a word, afraid of what would happen if you tried to make a noise.

"Sarah," the person, a man, suddenly called out. You tensed at the name, wondering how much of you he had observed. Had you just placed Sarah in danger? Now that this man knew Sarah was also here, surely he'd hurt you first and then go after her.

"Sarah!"

Confusion settled in as he continued to repeat Sarah's name, like he was some sort of parrot. The way he said her name, in a desperate tone, as if he were calling her name in hopes that she would come and help. Then it dawned on you that he was mocking you. He had heard you call Sarah for help, and now he was rubbing salt in the wound that Sarah must be actively ignoring you.

You tried to summon your courage, but found that your entire body shuddered in fear. Still, you resolved yourself enough to be able to squeak out a pathetic: "who are you?"

It's not the question you truly wanted to ask. You were in despair of where Tobey had vanished off to. You were desperate to know why Sarah hadn't answered your frightened yells. But it's the question that you managed to ask.

He stood slowly from the rocking chair, now rising above you in height. You had to tilt your head back to see his full length, and you gasped at the fact that he had at least a head difference. You tried to swallow your fear, but you knew you weren't brave enough to do so.

He reached out, his fingers tucking underneath your chin in such a delicate way. He caressed your neck as though you were fragile, as if you would break if he prodded you too hard. You tried not to shiver as his fingers traced your jaw.

"I am Jareth, The Goblin King, and I have come to take you away."

The Goblin King. Your mind instantly raced back to the plea that Sarah had spoken earlier that night, the one where she begged that fictional entity to come and steal away Tobey and yourself. Though, you were starting to feel as though her plea may have truly reached the ears of The Goblin King, and that your fear wasn't just playing a cruel joke on you.

"Take me away?" You repeated dumbly, your mind going blank at the very thought.

Take you to where?

You managed to tilt your head away from Jareth, your eyes trailing towards the bedroom door. "But... Sarah..."

Jareth gently guided your head back to face him, and you allowed him to do so, feeling rather useless and weak in his presence. "But, Sarah," he openly mocked, his twisted smile reaching his dark, sparkling eyes. "Sarah is the one who wished for this, and I cannot ignore it."

Then, the room began to morph around you. The walls curled inwards, the furniture cracked and groaned. You remained perfectly still as this change occurred, unsure and too frightened to truly try and flee.

"Good girl," Jareth whispered, his head leaning down so he could whisper in your ear. "You must be tired..."

You weren't feeling tired before, but with all the emotions now washing away, you definitely felt the fatigue creeping in. You blinked slowly, sensing that the drowsiness was more than just your body craving sleep; this must be some strange effect that Jareth was having on you.

Then, you felt your body lean forward, your head pressing into Jareth's shoulder. His arms encircled your body, trapping your frame against his. And as you closed your eyes, letting sleep consume you, you heard him cackle loudly.

31 notes · View notes

marilynthornhilllover · 10 months

Note

Hii, what about Rebecca Welton x Black!wife!reader based off the song So My Darling (acoustic) by Rachel Chinouriri?

Remember I'll always love you

Rebecca Welton x black!wife!Reader

Warning:fluff, indecent language, kissing, anxiety,

A/n: after I finished writing I realized that I read your ask wrong, but I hope the story line still works for you:) hope you enjoy reading as I did with writing♡♡. I'll probably make a part 2 when I have spare time because this is so cute!

♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●♡●

You knocked softly on the door, and Rebecca opened it, a confused but surprised expression was painted on her face. You smiled softly at her as she returned it.

She was dress in her usual attire. Black pencil cut skirt and a tint blue silk blouse with light pink fluffy house slippers. Her hair in a decent messy bun and light makeup. She looked heavenly.

"Y/n darling, your early" she said a bit nervously, your smile drop alittle thinking you may have came a little to early and maybe she hadn't finished preparing yet.

" Oh I hope that's OK, it's gonna rain soon so I thought I'd come early to beat the rush, you know how Manhatten is" you spoke chuckling slightly.

" ah yes no problem, at all" she spoke placing her hand on her hip, smiling.

It was starting to get awkward between the both of you.

" um can I come in now?" You asked, it was below a whisper but audible enough for her to hear. Your baby voice broke her from her trance.

" Yes of course" she said loudly as she moved for you to come in. As you entered her flat you were immediately hit with the most strong aroma.

Rebecca really went all out to make this first date special. She walked into the kitchen and you followed sitting on a beanch around the island.

" Your gonna have to give me a house tour babe" you said in hope to make small talk. Rebecca turned around surprised at the name you just called her.

" um yeah ok, um sure i- just" Rebecca stumbled on her words you could tell she was nervous. You got up and walked over to her, you smiled at her softly as you held both her hands in yours.

" becaa it's ok, step by step right?" She nodded as a small smile painted her lips.

"You ready to eat, I made Italian pasta, i didn't know what you liked so I tried my best" taking the pasta off the stove she placed it onto the counter.

You could tell she was nervous but you didn't want her to be. She was doing her absolute best.

" would you like wine?" She asked before she walked into the wine pantry.

" sure" you responded taking a look at her apartment again. It was truly beautiful, and it was definitely her aesthetic. Scented candles to her perfume, dim light, big window, grey curtains, it was giving old money vibes.

But most of all it was very Rebecca Welton vibes.

" how long have you lived here" you questioned when she brought back the wine and two wine glasses.

" not long probably a year and a half" she responded pouring the wine into the glass.

" becca" her name on your tongue was like music to her ears. She hummed in response and looked up at you. For a moment you swore the world stopped moving. And it was just the both of you. Her big green eyes staring into your eyes. You were stuck in a trance with her.

" Your doing enough becca, you just being with me in a cave is more than enough for a first date" you spoke as she giggled a little.

" see their's the becca I know, let your hair down" you said smiling from ear to ear, Rebecca sighed, almost like she was holding it in for an eternity.

You both sat down and had dinner. It was absolutely amazing. Great flavor, great seasonings, it was just perfect.

" did you like it?" She asked as she took both plates and proceeded to take them to the sink.

" yeah, you should open your own restaurant" you said and she began laughing like crazy.

" darling I had to watch 10 tiktoks and probably 15 YouTube videos to make that" she said as she started to turn red.

" atleast you tired" you said in between gigles.

" A for fucking effort" she commented. You both were dying of laughter. After you both caught your breaths you looked at eachother again.

" well it was still perfect" you said admiring her facial features. You both leaned in to kiss but you both pulled away.

" Well the night is still young darling, what do you wanna do" she asked drying her hands as she walked into her grand lounge area, you following like the little lost pup you were. Her flat was as big as any mansion.

You gasped as you saw the alluring porcelain and gold piano in the room, she turned around and followed your eye line seeing what made you react the way you did. A soft smile came across her face.

" ah yes, came with the apartment, I used it a couple times but" she stop as she looked at the piano deeply, if you didn't know better you would have thought she was admiring it but you did know better and she was looking at it as if it brought back memories.

" can you play" she asked snapping out of her trance, her gaze meeting yours. you looked down at the floor nervously.

" Oh come on it can't be that bad" she said a flint of sarcasm to it. You looked up to meet her eyes and glared at her.

" come here" she sat on the bench in front of the piano and tapped to spot next to her. You obliged and sat next to her.

" play what you know" she whispered. You sighed as you began to play ocean eyes instrumental, it wasn't perfect nor was it terrible but it could use some work.

" not bad" she said smiling as she began to play a song. You recognized it from the intro beat. It was 'so my darling'. One of your favorite songs.

She slowly began singing it while she was playing and you couldn't help but blush. Her green eyes shimmered in the dimly lit room, the candle on top of the piano was the only source of light.

As she ended the song she couldn't help but smile at you.

" that was perfect" you whispered as you leaned into her. Both your lips met and it was electric. It was soft and slow, so passionate. It felt as if there was no time in the world and you both can kiss forever. Soon it became rough as both your tongues dance like two lover's in the rain.

You both pulled away for air, bursting out laughing again.

" Your perfect" you said, laying your head on her shoulder.

" and darling your magical" she whispered kissing your temple. You soon fell asleep to her playing her song again.

#fypシ゚viral #fanfic #ask response #rebecca welton #ted lasso #hulu tv #x fem!reader #x female y/n #fluff #cute

28 notes · View notes

heartofspells · 4 months

Text

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAL!!! 🥳🎂🎁

It's officially @tracingpatternswrites birthday by her own timezone, which means it's time to celebrate her! Personally, I think we should spend every single day celebrating her (and i DO), but today is extra special.

To give her just a small piece of the love she deserves on this super fantastic day of her birth, I thought I'd highlight some of my favorite fics of hers that I'll forever love and can always use so much more attention.

(and i totally stole this idea from her because she did the same for me, so how could i not do it for her?)

Presenting just a small selection of the best Mal fics in no certain order:

🥁🥁🥁

1 - over blackened water (E) Jegulus Summary: Regulus knows it as clear as anything. He might be a Death Eater, might be one of the Dark Lord’s most trusted, but Regulus Black belongs only to one other man and that is James Potter.

-- I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I've read this. James is so perfectly grey and the way Regulus thinks about him just sucks you into James' trap along with him. I swear I've had dreams about this fic.

2 - Hanging by a Thread (T) Wolfstar Summary: The Fates does not interfere with worldly things, but that does not mean they cannot see where the road will lead. That is why, when the second boy is born, they look to the star and the moon as they weave their red string.

One end fastened to a boy with raven hair, and the other to a boy with brown curls. Hence they belong together, even though their story will be much too short and their journey will not be an easy one.

-- Mal worked so hard on this one to try a different style of writing and she nailed it. Every word is like a mysterious, omnipotent fairytale rolled into a tragedy that makes me drool.

3 - Prey (E) Wolfstar + Greyback Summary: The man was half-naked, his silk shirt hanging torn over his shoulders. Remus’ gaze snagged on his naked chest, the splatter of ink across porcelain skin. A constellation, Remus could tell, he recognised it as the Canis Major. Greyback had taught him how to read the stars, how to use them to guide his way in the darkness. He wondered briefly what it meant that the man had it painted on his chest.

“For you,” Greyback said, inclining his head towards the man but his yellow eyes were focused on Remus, watching for his reaction.

“For me?” Remus asked, hesitantly, taking a step closer.

“Yes,” Greyback said simply as he leaned against the wall of the cave, watching them both with a predatory shine in his eyes.

-- Hang on. Give me a second while I scream, except I never stop screaming about this one. This fic is soooo twisted and messed up and perfect that I can't ever form cohesive thoughts about it for very long. Just do yourself a favor: read the tags and go read it, then come back and scream with me about it. And what's even better about this one is that Mal wrote it for meeeeeee! I love her so much!

4 - Little Lion (E) Sirius Black/Regulus Black/James Potter Summary: Sirius Black and James Potter are two sides of the same coin. Rivals since the first day they set foot on the Hogwarts Express, constantly trying to beat the other whether it’s on the Quidditch pitch or in the classroom. Together they are the embodiment of the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry. Regulus Black is caught in the middle, stuck between his older brother and his Quidditch captain.

Everything comes to a head when Regulus’ parents decide it’s time to bring their wayward son back into the fold through an arranged marriage. Refusing to lose his brother and determined to control the situation, Sirius enlists Potter to make sure his brother doesn’t stray, all in the name of doing what is best for his little lion.

-- If there's one thing that Mal does exquisitely (there are numerous things, but we're focusing on this one), it's crafting into existence the perfect Slytherin!Sirius. The entire dynamic in this fic - the rivalry between Sirius/James, the control between Sirius/Regulus - is blindingly superb, but Sirius is like chewing glass into liquid form, spitting it back out, and injecting it into my veins, my god.

5 - A Mother's Love (M) Sirius & Walburga Summary: Sirius might have left, but he was going to come back. He was going to come back. He had to come back.

-- This fic has haunted me since the first time I read it. Walburga's conviction that she's doing the right thing, the imagery with all the fire and smoke, her perceived slow descent into madness as she repeats to herself that her son will return to her...Walburga isn't a great mother, but Mal's writing makes you almost believe she is, that she's right in all that she does, because she does it out of love.

Obviously Mal has a ton of amazing fics, but I really wanted to highlight some of my favorites that have gained less attention than others. Do yourself a favor: take a look at these, then go read everything else she's got. You won't be sorry. Give her the birthday love she deserves. Leave a comment, send her a note through an ask, tell her why you love her writing so much because she's extraordinary.

And I hope you have the BEST birthday, my sweet! <33

#mal's birthday bash!#fic recs #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #walburga black #wolfstar #prongsfoot #jegulus #mal tag

19 notes · View notes

aerynwrites · 2 years

Text

Hiraeth || Part 2

Machine Herald!Viktor x Reader

A/N: part 2! Thank you to @thedreamlessnights for reading over this and proofing for me! ❤️ I hope you all enjoy! P.S. the past few days have been kind of crummy - So I would love to hear from you all on this chapter!

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Very very slight pining? Discussion of rehabilitation and pain, more slow burn.

Previous | Next

Being under the Machine Herald’s care turns out to be a lot of waiting.

Waiting while he works on your leg.

Waiting while he works on other projects at his workbench.

Waiting while he’s off doing…whatever he does when he’s not with you.

And waiting turns into a lot of sleeping. Sleeping and healing and dreaming.

Most of your dreams are about the riot at the marketplace. Terrible nightmares filled with screams and pain and fire that result in you waking in a cold sweat.

So, you try to avoid sleeping for a while - until you simply have to sleep, unconsciousness pulling you under involuntarily.

Eventually the dreams morph into something better. Gentler and sweeter than the nightmares. They feel like memories more than anything - like tangible things you can reach out and touch if you try hard enough.

A mechanical toy boat, chestnut hair ruffled beneath your fingers. Wide eyes with amber iris’s that stare up at you when you tell the little boy you’ll come back to play with him the next day.

When you wake, the dreams dissolve along with your sleep, scattered and fragmented like leaves swept away with the wind.

But you hold onto what you can remember.

Your childhood wasn’t something you tried to think about often, more bad memories than good ones. So you want desperately to hold onto the feeling of nostalgia these passing memories give you.

The more you have the dreams, the more you start to remember the boy that appears in them. He never played with the other kids your age, but to be fair, neither did you.

You stuck to yourself and your own devices. Until one day you saw him emerge from a little cave with a toy boat cradled in his arm, leaning heavily on his crutch as it struggled to take hold in the shifting sand of the river bank.

You had approached him then, asking about his boat. And after some hesitation on his end he was happily showing you his invention, letting you run after it before returning it to him to do it all over again.

And when the sun started to dip below the horizon, he gave you a weak smile.

“Thanks for playing with me.”

You nodded, smiling. “Can we do it again tomorrow?”

He looked up at you then, surprise etched onto his boyish features. “Again?”

You scrunch your nose. “Yeah? I can bring some of my toys. They aren’t as cool as yours though.” You shrug, looking back over your shoulder at the setting sun.

“I have to go. So meet here tomorrow? After lunch?”

The boy just nods mutely, mouth agape. You smile and wave at him as you turn to run back home.

“See you tomorrow!”

It's only when you approach your parents’ small apartment do you realize you never asked the boy his name.

———

While you appreciate the more pleasant memories, you can’t help but be confused as to why they are coming to you now.

It’s been years since you’ve thought about your childhood friend. The boy with the cane who loved to tinker and was determined to get out of the undercity to make real change.

You huff and look down to where the Machine Herald is doing some tinkering of his own on your leg.

It’s been several days since he turned off your sensory receptors and he’s been doing much more work than you anticipated.

He glances up from the wires at your quiet outburst and raises a brow.

“Does something hurt?” he asks. Ever since the mishap a few days ago, he’s always checking in.

You shake your head. “No. Just…thinking.”

You expect him to leave it at that, but he surprises you by inquiring further.

“Anything in particular?”

You pinch your lips together, not wanting to bore him with stories of your childhood. Especially when you can’t even remember it clearly.

“Just about a dream I had. More of a memory, I guess. Of a friend from when I was younger.”

This makes him pause. You assume he will respond, but instead he closes up the panel he was working on and sets his tools aside.

“Would you like to try walking?”

Well, that’s the end of that conversation obviously.

But the prospect of getting on your own two feet pushes away any curiosity as to his avoidant nature.

You nod eagerly, pushing yourself to sit up straighter. “Walking? Yes, yes I want to try!”

“Slow down.” His words come out harsh, like a parent scolding a child, and it stops you in your tracks.

“I have to turn on the sensory receptors again,” he informs you, grabbing the tools he will need before reaching for the appropriate panel on your leg. “I cannot promise it won’t be painful. But you need to be able to feel in order to walk.”

You swallow thickly at the thought, but push it away. You need to do this.

“Okay. Can I let you know if it gets too much, or something?”

He nods, eyes never leaving the task at hand as he swiftly reconnects the wire he had cut several days ago.

“Of course.”

The moment the two ends of the wire touch, a wave of sensation washes through your left side, down to the tips of your toes. You can feel everything again, including the dull ache of pain.

You wait patiently for him to finish and set his tools aside before trying anything. He stands back a bit from the edge of the bed and gestures to you.

“Try to stand.”

He says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

The look you send him is meant to be scathing, but it comes off as bewildered.

“That’s it? You aren’t gonna help me?” You reach your hand out for emphasis. “That didn’t go too well last time, in case you forgot.”

His brows pinch together in frustration. “That is because your leg was not ready. It wasn’t finished or calibrated or many other things.”

He gestures towards your legs now. “It’s completed now. So, no. I will not be assisting you at first. I need to see what you are capable of on your own.”

You huff, and sit up straighter, bracing yourself. “Fucking prick.” The words are grumbled under your breath, and you watch as the man stiffens out of the corner of your eye.

“What was that?”

You shrug, biting back a smile. “Nothing. Just talking to myself.”

You don’t miss the sigh that slips from beneath his mask.

“Enough talking, more…walking.”

You huff out a laugh. “The jokes again?”

He doesn’t respond, just crosses his arms and looks at you expectantly. This time, you heave a sigh of your own, bracing your arms on the bed beside you as you sit up.

The result of your last attempt makes your belly roil with nerves. What if this doesn’t work? What if it fails and you won’t be able to walk?

These questions and more race through your mind, so you decide to start small. See if your leg will even listen to you.

Focusing on trying to move your ankle and wiggle your toes, your eyes widen when it listens. The little metal toes move just like you thought they would, and your ankle too.

Holy shit, this is weird.

It’s almost effortless how well the limb moves and listens to you, as if it seamlessly connects to your biological nervous system. Which it most likely does.

Slowly, much slower than you’re sure the Machine Herald likes, you shift to move your legs over the side of the bed. Your bare foot touches the floor at the same time as your mechanical one, and you're immediately struck by what you can and can’t feel.

The floor is cold against your flesh foot, making a shiver race up your spine. However, while you can feel the pressure of the floor against your metal appendage, there’s no temperature input. No hot or cold or tickling sensations. Just pressure.

It’s odd. This whole thing is weird. You can hear the quiet whirring of mechanics coming from your leg and the shifting of metal plates at your ribs as you shift weight onto the leg for the first time. Everything adapts to adjust for this new movement. All of it stretches to accommodate the way you straighten as you stand, just like regular skin would.

“Woah.”

The single word is whispered reverently as you wobble slightly on your new leg, one hand falling back to the bed for support.

You haven’t fallen yet though, and that sparks an eagerness in you that you probably should suppress.

But you can’t.

Quickly, much quicker than you should, you move to take a step forward with your left leg. While it works, and your leg obeys, the white hot pain that races up your side causes you to stumble.

A sharp intake of breath is all the sound you manage to make before you topple forwards. You expect your hands to meet hard ground, but two arms wrap beneath your own, stopping your descent.

This action sends another pain through you, like white lighting crackling through your veins. The sensation forces tears to your eyes, and you’re unable to stop them from spilling over.

“Stop, stop, stop!” The words spill from your lips in a rush, your hands gripping his shoulders as he leans you back to rest against the bed. “It hurts.”

“I told you it would.” The mechanical voice is surprisingly gentle as he pulls away from you, eyes searching your face.

You take deep heaving breaths, trying to quell the pain that now throbs all across your left side. “It feels like I’m falling apart,” you tell him, wiping at your tears. “It’s just…pulling at me.”

He nods. “Unfortunately, this is common. Your body is not used to the new weight of a foreign body. You’re also still healing.” He pulls at the edge of your gown until the area where skin meets metal is revealed.

The skin is puffed up and pink where it meshes with the metal plates, looking much angrier than it had a few days ago. The man before you runs cool metal fingers across the exposed skin, presumably searching for more damage. But the relief of cool metal against the heated skin makes you sigh.

He pulls away then. As if he’d been burned, and avoids your eyes as he steps away from you, your gown falling back into place.

“Again.”

———

Despite what he told you earlier, he does end up assisting you. You manage several, painful, but sturdy steps away from the bed before being ready to quit.

However, he convinces you to continue if you are able to lean on him for help. Hesitantly, he approaches you on your right, wrapping a solid arm around your waist before leading you slowly around the room.

You’ve barely made it through lap two and you are already drenched in sweat, strands of hair sticking to your face and neck.

“Can this thing get wet?” You ask, swallowing the pain and trying to focus on conversation instead.

The man beside you nods, adjusting his grip on you. “Of course. It would be very ineffective if it could not.”

“Okay, cool. That’s good to know.”

He glances down at you then, one brow raised. “Do you have plans to jump into a body of water that I need to know a about?”

You bark out a laugh. A sound that comes out more pained than entertained. “I can barely walk, let alone swim.” You bite back a groan. “No. I want to take a bath. Or a shower, or something. I’m gross and sweaty, and have no clue when the last time I bathed was.”

“Well,” he begins, turning you both back to head towards your bed. “Personal hygiene is important in this line of work. Preventing infections and keeping wound sites clean, so I can assure you that you have not been unclean this entire time-“

“So you saw me naked?”

Your words cause his grip on you to falter, as he freezes in place. He stumbles over his words, searching for some way to respond to your brazen remark.

Only your laughter soothes his stuttering.

“I’m fucking with you.” You say, tugging at him so he will walk with you again. “I don’t care. You saved me, the last thing I care about is that.”

The man beside you lets out an agitated sigh as you finally approach the bed, and he eases you to sit on the edge.

“What?” You ask, eyes playful despite the pain. “You can make jokes but I can’t?”

“My jokes aren’t crude.”

You huff. “Yeah, well. You took me apart and put me back together again. Nothing’s off the table anymore, right?”

He doesn��t offer a response, instead he turns towards the door, only glancing briefly at you over his shoulder.

“I’ll have something prepared.”

And then he’s gone.

———

It’s only after you finish dinner does he lead you towards the promised bath. Outside of the large room you’ve been in this whole time, you realize that it looks to be an old house.

It doesn’t hold much in the way of creature comforts, and it looks as if it’s been redone to accommodate multiple people at once. You pass several rooms similar, if not a bit smaller, than the one you’ve been in.

All of them are empty. Beds made neatly and tools organized on tables beside them.

“Are you the only one here?” you ask as you pass another empty room, once again leaning against him for support as you walk down the hall.

“You’re here.”

You roll your eyes. “You know what I mean. There’s so many rooms, how do you manage if you have more than one person here?”

“I have a few automatons. They help where they can. Delivering meals, changing IV drips. Menial things I do not have time for,” he tells you, slowing as you approach a door at the end of the hall.

Brows furrow at his words. “I haven’t seen an automaton. Just you.”

He pauses again. And you know by now that means you aren’t going to get a response.

Instead, he turns the knob of the door and pushes it open, lending you into a room with a tub full of steaming water. There’s a small table sitting next to it with a bar of soap, a towel, and a fresh hospital gown.

You’ve never seen a sight so welcome.

“Oh, thank god.” You practically moan at the sight of the tub, breaking from the man’s grip once you’re close enough to lean against the edge.

“Take as long as you need,” he says, before pointing to a small string dangling above the tub. “Pull this if you need assistance with anything.”

“Help with what? Washing my hair? Because I do love it when someone else washes my hair,” you say, a teasing grin on your lips as you look over at him.

You see him roll his eyes this time. “It is meant more for emergencies…”

That wasn’t a no, you think to yourself before waving him off.

“I’ll pull the string if I start to drown,” you joke again, smiling when a small huff of laughter meets your ears.

You hear his footsteps retreating and turn to call out to him before he can leave.

“Hey!” Your voice echoes in the small room, and he glances over his shoulder at you. “Thank you.”

He nods, and then leaves you to your own devices.

———

You end up staying in the bath until the water turns cold, chill bumps raising on your arms. Once you towel off and slip the new gown over your head, you call out for him and he comes back in to help lead you back to your room.

As he’s helping you back into bed, you finally voice the thoughts that have been plaguing your mind.

“Why haven’t you used automatons with me?” Your voice is loud in the otherwise silent room, and you honestly expect to be left unanswered once more.

But he surprises you.

“I do not have any other patients.”

Your eyes never leave him, his words not quite ringing as completely truthful. Instead of pushing that line of questioning you bring up another topic, one that is bothering you more than anything else.

“You remind me of someone,” you blurt out. And for once the man adjusting your blankets doesn’t pause.

“Oh?” The single word his hardly a response, but it is a response. And one that prompts you to continue.

“I just…” You trail off, unsure of how to voice the mess of jumbled up memories and thoughts in your brain.

“My friend that I mentioned earlier. He was always determined to help people, it was why he…why he left. He wanted to help others, with no gain of his own. I don’t know.” You shake your head, eyes falling from the man beside you to the blanket under your fingers. “You’re the same in that way. Wanting to help people.”

“What makes you think my help is entirely selfless?” The modulated voice is quizzical as he looks over to you.

“You would have just let your automatons take care of me if you didn’t care,” you point out. “And I’ve heard the rumors. You hardly ever take payment for what you do.”

He looks away from you again, and that’s enough to tell you that you’re correct.

“What happened to your friend?”

You're taken back by the question.

He hasn’t actually inquired about you since you woke up. Only asking questions about how you feel, your pain, and so on.

But now…he seems genuinely interested.

“He uhm…I don’t know, really,” you admit, your brain is trying to conjure up fuzzy memories. “He got accepted into the academy topside. I wrote letters to him for a while but he never responded so…I don’t know. I guess he’s still up there.”

The memory of that, a memory you had apparently buried deep away, makes emotion well in your chest. So you clear your throat, avoiding the golden eyes boring into you.

“Or maybe he’s dead. I haven’t seen any of the changes he talked about wanting to create down here, so…I don’t know.”

It’s silent following your words, and you assume this is where the man beside you wordlessly leaves. But once again, to your surprise, he speaks.

“Maybe you have not looked in the right places.”

Confusion swarms your brain. “What?”

You look over and see him shrug.

“Maybe the change is right in front of you, and you just haven’t seen it.”

What does that even mean?

You don’t get a chance to voice your question, because he must deem the conversation over. Something you’re silently grateful for. He turns to leave when you ask one last question.

“What do you want me to call you?” you ask. “Machine Herald is kind of a mouthful.”

He stops at the door, hand on the knob. It takes a moment longer for him to answer, and you yet again expect to not receive and answer.

But he does answer you, and his voice is gentler than you’ve ever heard it. As if he's revealing a secret that no one else should hear.

And when his response finally registers in your mind, it brings on more questions and memories than you’re prepared for.

“My name is Viktor.”

#machine herald x reader #machine herald viktor x reader #arcane viktor x reader #arcane x reader #viktor x reader #arcane league of legends

276 notes · View notes

house-of-galathynius · 2 years

Text

Inevitable

Rowaelin Month, Day 6: College or University AU @rowaelinscourt

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Sexual content

I mean technically they both are doing their PhD’s so it does include college/university...

~~~

“For fucks sake.” Aelin swore at her phone screen, frantically swiping through the email she had just received— desperately hoping what she was reading was a joke.

Lysandra was typing away at the desk and momentarily looked up to Aelin, her brow furrowed as she noticed the stressed look that Aelin had.

“What’s wrong?”

Aelin groaned and then tossed her phone onto her own desk and leant back, her head looking to the ceiling where she hoped it would cave in and save her. But after five seconds, she realised she’d have no such luck and she would in fact have to deal with what she had just read.

“I’ve had another student switch.”

Lysandra blew out a breath. “Yikes. To who?”

Aelin gave her friend a pointed look.

“Again?” Lysandra asked in disbelief.

“My students now consist of five men, three of whom are certain I will go out with them. The other two stuck with me because they couldn’t stand to be surrounded by ten girls fawning over Rowan.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at the email again, “remind me why I thought doing a PhD that included teaching was a good idea?”

Lysandra shrugged. “It looks good on your record and you enjoy it?”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Rowan shouldn’t even be allowed to have that many of them at once. The whole point is that they get targeted learning and more time as individuals to ask questions.”

“Just talk to Rowan, tell him you think it’s unfair on the students and that you should divvy them out equally.” Lysandra went back to typing.

Aelin sighed. “I’ve tried to talk to him. But he just has this ridiculously handsome, smug grin on his face and tells me that if I was a better teacher they wouldn’t leave.”

Rowan and Aelin had started their PhD’s at the same time just over a year ago. It had started out civil, the two of them working together when they needed to but keeping their distance otherwise. Despite the relative peace that was between them, Aelin had always thought of Rowan as a certain shade of stuck up and found him to be an annoying know-it-all at other times. But it had been hard enough to get this spot in the first place, she wasn’t going to ruin her opportunities for the likes of him. But when one by one her students had started to migrate to his classes and going to his office hours, her professionalism had faltered and she was being reduced to teenager-like actions, such as going home to her friends and bitching about him.

It didn’t help that he was actually incredibly smart and he did have a way with the students, teaching them better than any qualified professor. It also didn’t help that he was fifty shades of gorgeous and Aelin’s line between hatred and like had started to blur— a little too much.

“Honestly, I think you just need to get drunk with him and let him have his way with you. This tension and anger between both of you is clearly just pent up sexual frustration. He’s hot, you’re hot— I don’t see why you can’t just get it over with.” Lysandra said, a smirk on her face.

“That is not helping.” Aelin ground out.

“That’s what Aedion and I did. And now look at us.”

“You and Aedion were not in the same position. You two never hated each other, you just liked to wind each other up and then go and have stupidly noisy make-up sex.”

Lysandra grinned.

Aelin looked at her phone again and just sighed. She replied to her student telling them that she couldn’t stop them from switching but she recommended they didn’t as they would not get the same level of care with Rowan. But she knew it would fall on deaf ears and she would be, yet again, another student down.

Two days later, Aelin was sat in the shared office. She was chewing on a chocolate bar and going through her prep for the lecture she was giving on Monday. It was one she had done multiple times, but she liked to keep things new and updated— also she liked to try and be better than Rowan. Who was currently sitting in the chair next to her, glancing at her screen with a smile.

She swivelled her head to him and glared. “What?”

Rowan shrugged, “nothing. I was just thinking that the reference you used there doesn’t actually support the argument you’re trying to make.”

She rose an eyebrow at him. “The point of using this reference is that he provides a good counter-argument, I know he doesn’t support it.”

“Well it doesn’t make sense to talk about him there… you should put him in further along the presentation.”

Unbelievable. “Why don’t you just concentrate on your own work.”

Rowan laughed. The sound sending shivers through Aelin. “Are you cold?” He asked.

Aelin pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders. “No.”

Rowan stood from his chair, tucking it neatly into the desk and then picking up his jacket and bag. “A few of us are going to the pub later. I was instructed to ask you if you’d like to join.” He said politely.

Aelin released a hollow laugh. “Thank you for that heartfelt invitation, Rowan. But I have plans tonight.”

“You finally said yes to one of your students then?” He asked sarcastically.

“Why, are you jealous?” Aelin retorted.

“Unlike you, I don’t need to resort to my students to get a date.”

She whipped her head and stared at him. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

He grinned at her. “No, actually. I don’t. And I find that tormenting you gives me great pleasure.”

“Gross. Go find pleasure somewhere else.” She turned back around and ignored his chuckle. He didn’t say goodbye as he left the room, closing the door behind him as he did.

Gods, he frustrated her to no end. And she hated the fact that every time they did this, she would feel her heart begin to beat faster and her skin go hot. The moment he mentioned pleasure all she could think about was the two of them together— just as Lysandra had said. Hot and heavy in the sheets, his strong body over hers as he did all the wicked things she had thought about for months.

Fuck.

She needed a drink.

She promptly shut down her computer and grabbed her stuff. She headed straight home where she found Lysandra and Aedion lounging on the sofa making out.

“You two need to get ready. We’re going to a bar. I need to get drunk.”

She didn’t loiter to hear their response. She waltzed into her bedroom and found the shortest dress possible and put on make-up for the first time in a while, even going as far as to curl her hair at the ends. She surveyed herself in the mirror and thought that it would be good enough— good enough for her to find any guy who was somewhat good-looking and take them home.

When she entered back into the living room, Lysandra and Aedion were still sitting on the sofa, both of them looking slightly puzzled— albeit, Aelin thought she could see a hint of smugness on Lysandra’s face, but decided to ignore it. “Why are you not ready?”

Aedion relaxed into the sofa, “we weren’t planning on going out tonight. Plus, you can’t just waltz in here and demand we change our plans.”

“Your favourite cousin is in distress and she needs distractions. That warrants a change of plans.”

Lysandra smiled in defeat at Aedion and merely patted his knee as she disappeared into her own room. Aedion didn’t follow though; he studied Aelin for a moment before sitting forward, clasping his hands together. “What is this about?”

Aelin was already rummaging in the alcohol cupboard and pulling out a bottle of tequila, pouring herself a shot and knocking it back quickly.

“Aelin?”

She poured another and handed it to her cousin and then sat next to him on the sofa. “I just need to have some release. Rowan is driving me crazy and I just can’t stand it anymore.”

Aedion snickered and drank his shot. “I should’ve known.”

“What does that mean?” She asked bitterly.

“It means the two of you have walking that fine line of love and hate for far too long. It’s time that one of you caves and just admits that you’re into each other.”

“That’s not true.” She huffed. Although her heart might not agree with that statement.

Aedion gave her a knowing look and stalked off to the bedroom. Both him and Lysandra returning a little while later looking much more ready to go and have a night out. The three of them clambered into a taxi, and despite it only being seven, the bar was already beginning to fill as they made their way in. Lysandra and Aedion went and found them all a table, whilst Aelin made her to the bar and ordered a round of way too many shots.

It didn’t take long for Aelin to feel the buzz of the alcohol and with the bar filling even further and the music getting louder, she found herself dancing along to it and dragging Lysandra out to the floor where a group of younger girls were already dancing away, drinks in their hands. Aelin didn’t think about the other people watching on, not as she lost herself in the song.

Breathless and feeling a little giddy she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Lysandra seemed more than happy to traipse back to their table, leaving Aelin alone.

The dark corridor was lined with other girls queuing to go in the bathroom, she almost groaned, but stopped herself. She was trying to have a good time, she wasn’t going to let the little things bug her— not tonight.

The queue moved steadily forward, Aelin mere moments away when she looked up and her body went stiff at the sight to her right.

Rowan Whitethorn.

Stood there in all his glory. A grey t-shirt clinging to his muscular frame, jeans that hugged him in all the right places and a smirk that would drive Aelin crazy any day of the week.

She didn’t think as she stepped from the queue and went over to him.

“You said you were going to a pub.”

He grinned. “You said you had plans.”

She gestured around her, “I do. I am currently doing the plans.”

“Good for you.” He returned to looking at his phone and Aelin crossed her arms, not moving.

“What are you doing here, Rowan?”

He didn’t even glance at her. “I’m out with friends. Is that okay? Or do I need your permission?”

“Out of all the bars…” She murmured.

“I could say the same thing to you.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at him and turned on her feet, marching back to the table. Aedion and Lysandra were deep in conversation when she returned and they broke apart when they noticed the sour look on her face.

“What happened?”

“Rowan happened. He’s here.”

Lysandra clapped her hands together and bounced in seat as she announced, “this is amazing.”

Aelin did not feel inclined to agree and flagged down a waitress and requested another round of shots and then quickly knocked them back one after the other. “I have to get out of here. Lys, help me find a man.”

Her friend rolled her eyes, then pointed to a random corner where a group of six guys were sipping on their beers and checking out the girls on the floor. She knew that they looked like the type of guys who would use you once and drop you immediately after, but that was exactly what she was looking for. She didn’t hesitate as she sauntered over to them, and introduced herself. They wasted no time in letting her join them and she soon had another drink in hand and was chattering away, getting cosy with them.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but there was a tap on her shoulder and she rolled her eyes when she saw Rowan.

“Can I borrow this lovely lady for a moment?” He asked politely.

“Bring her back soon.” One of them laughed and Aelin attempted to disguise her slight disgust.

She followed Rowan back to the darkened hallway, the queues non-existent now. She leant against the wall and brushed her hair from her face and neck, revealing her low cut dress and the glistening of her skin from the heat of the bar and the alcohol. She couldn’t help but notice the bob of Rowan’s throat as he surveyed her, much to her satisfaction.

“You know they’re only after one thing.” He ground out.

Aelin smiled. “Who says that isn’t what I was looking for too?”

Rowan laughed incredulously. “You can’t be serious? They couldn’t handle you.” He stepped closer to her.

Aelin tilted her head at him. “And you could?”

There was a pause as he looked her over, glancing down her body then back to her face. “I would handle you very well.”

She gulped and tried to put some distance between them. But the air was thick with tension and she could smell his intoxicating scent, she could see the darkened look in his eyes and feel the quickening beat of her heart.

“What are you doing here, Rowan? To torment me some more?” Aelin looked away, trying to catch her breath. There was a commotion at the other end of the corridor and then a rush of feet as a group of people came staggering down, pushing Rowan into her further. Their chests brushing and Aelin couldn’t help but suck in a breath as she felt his hardened muscles against her body, the feeling of him sending jolts through her.

“I think it’s only fair.” He said. His voice low and gravelly, his breath tickling her neck as he leaned in closer. “Because you torment me. Every. Single. Day.”

Aelin shivered. “Rowan…”

“I know, Aelin.” Her name rolling of his tongue, the sound of it heating her and she met his eyes. “I feel it. And I can’t let you go home with some guy who has no idea how to please a woman like you.”

“That sounds like a challenge.” She whispered.

Rowan smiled suggestively. “Maybe it is.”

Aelin started to close the distance, her eyes darting to his mouth and then back to his eyes. He was smirking as she moved in closer— and then she was gone. Sliding from under his arm and back into the crowd. She immediately found the guy from before and pulled him to the floor where she let herself go completely, dancing and flirting like she never had before. She always had one eye on the corner where Rowan was watching her intently, his face schooled into neutrality.

She took another shot and turned to whatever-his-name-was and offered him a sultry smile before dragging him to the doors of the bar and hailing a taxi.

“Your place or mine?” She breathed.

The guy shrugged, “yours. I just need to grab my jacket. Don’t go fucking anywhere.” He said, before disappearing back into the bar and Aelin stood there summoning up more courage and confidence. She felt an arm snake back around her waist and pulling her into the taxi.

“You’ve made your point. Now let me make mine—“ Rowan ground out, “me and you? Inevitable.”

And then Rowan’s lips were on hers and she was sighing into the kiss, their mouths moving together, tongues touching as they deepened the kiss, Aelin climbing onto his lap in the backseat of the taxi, his hands roaming her body as she pulled at his hair, trying to get closer.

“Where exactly am I taking you?” The voice from the drivers seat interrupted.

They broke apart and Aelin rested her head on Rowan’s shoulder, grinning as Rowan kept one arm around her, stroking down her back; all the while telling directions to the driver. Seconds later she was slipping off his legs and strapping herself into the seat next to him. Neither of them saying a word for the ten minute drive, only their fingers brushing occasionally.

Aelin was on fire at the touches, from the kiss. Her body was alight with anticipation. The feel of Rowan against her was like fireworks and she didn’t care about the consequences— tonight she was going to get it out of her system.

There was a moment of hesitation as they walked up to his door. She watched him put the key in the lock and she doubted this was the right thing… but then he smiled at her, extending his hand and he pulled her inside, promptly pinning her against the wall and kissing her with all his might.

“Don’t think about it.” He murmured.

She shook her head as he kissed down her neck. “This is not going to end well.”

“If I have anything to do with it, it’s going to end very well. For both of us.” He chuckled.

She playfully hit his shoulder and let him explore her neck further. Her hands held his waist tightly and then he was nipping at her skin, his hands going to her chest, squeezing gently. Then she was groaning and taking his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. Rowan hiking her dress up as she kicked off her shoes.

There was stillness as he took her in. Her body on show to him. His eyes roaming her completely, a feral kind of look on his face— until he was feeling her again, and she was sighing into the touches.

“We should have done this months ago.”

Aelin could only nod. They were kissing again and Aelin had her arms around his neck as he lifted her to the wall, pinning her there as he ground into her. The feel of him sending lightening up her spine and earning a lengthy moan from her lips.

“Bedroom?”

She shook her head. “Here.” She kissed him, “take me here.”

He lowered her to the ground, holding up a finger to her— telling her to stay put. He jogged to another room and came back moments later with a condom. His trousers and underwear were off within seconds, the condom ripped open and on him in seconds.

“You’ve done this before.” She laughed.

Rowan rolled his eyes and went back to her, picking her up again then positioning himself at her centre.

“No foreplay?” She asked. Her voice shaky as she felt him brush against her.

“We’ve been doing that since we met. I can’t wait any longer.”

Then he slipped into her, slow and deep and she was gasping for air at the feel of him inside her. She couldn’t think as he moved slowly at first, then faster as they found their rhythm. Aelin’s head falling back against the wall as she let the sensation of him fall over her. Rowan’s own moans were deep and croaky and their breaths loud as they joined together. Her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she felt the pressure building.

“Fuck.” She moaned.

Rowan kissed her neck, then across her cheek to finally find her lips. It was hot and messy and she didn’t care one bit. His tongue tasted of whisky and she was in absolute heaven with him.

“I told you,” as he thrust into her harder, “this,” another, “was,” another, “inevitable.”

Aelin groaned, biting down on her lip as she came undone atop him. Her orgasm ripping through her fiery and deep as she felt him continue to move inside her until he was moaning louder and then his movements slowed and stopped. He remained inside her for a moment, revelling in the feeling— then slowly let her down.

Her legs were weak and she was still catching her breath. But Rowan bent down and captured her lips with his own as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom, turning on the shower and bringing them both under the stream of hot water. It was moments later when he was down on his knees and licking and sucking at her centre, Aelin only able to grip his hair tightly as she let him pleasure her once again.

There was a brief reprieve of cleaning each other before he was taking her to his bed and they spent the night in and out of sleep, waking up to touch and feel the other until they were both utterly spent.

She woke in the morning, his arm over her protectively, their naked bodies entwined. She didn’t move, relishing in the feel of the two of them.

Maybe Rowan had been right…

They were inevitable.

~~~

Tags:

@morganofthewildfire @tomtenadia @fredweasleyhasadhd @luckyrunawaycheesecake @live-the-fangirl-life @fireheart-violet @charlizeed @scarblx @xo-fangirl-xo @wordsafterhours @jesstargaryenqueen @sailorsassley @sjmships @endlessdaydream @aflickeringsoul @tillyrubes10 @rowaelin-cressworth @cookiemonsterwholovesbooks @rowaelinismyotp @rosegoldannie @maryberry @viajandosinalas @becarefuloflove @allthebooksunderthemoon @sheharahu @swankii-art-teacher @superspiritfestival @becarefuloflove @tanvee1231 @viajandosinalas @backtobl4ck @emily-gsh @whispers-in-the-darkest-heart @becarefuloflove @goddess-aelin @thegreyj

#rowaelinscourt #rowaelins court #rowaelinmonth #rowaelin month #rowaelin #rowan #aelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #aelin ashryver #aelin ashryver galathynius #aelin x rowan #rowan x aelin

60 notes · View notes

keithisbae1 · 3 months

Text

The Mershark & Mermaid - Part 1

Down in the ocean, there was a little creature. A shark if you will, she had little sharp teeth with grey scales, red eyes, claws and a red tail.

She looked nothing like her mother who was a beautiful mermaid, with luscious pink hair, silky skin and a pretty green tail.

And Sarada hated it, none of the other fishes or mermaids/men wanted anything to do with her. She looked ‘too scary’ and would ‘probably eat us,’ it didn’t help that she was bigger than the other fishlings her own age. Sarada couldn’t help the way she looked and whenever the topic of her father was brought up, which Sarada assumed was who she looked like her mother would try and change the subject.

Why couldn’t she know more about her father?

“YOU DON’T WANT ME TO BE HAPPY! I HATE YOU!”

And she swam off.

“Sarada wait!” Sakura called but Sarada just kept swimming far away, how could she accept herself if she didn’t even know who she was. Maybe if Sarada knew more about Papa, about what they were, why no one wanted anything to do with them. Sarada could come to an understanding.

Why was she so different to everyone else?

Why didn’t she look more like Mama?

It was the first time Sarada swam away from home, she ended up finding a little quiet place which was now her comfort spot when she needed a break from everyone. She would sit on a small rock deep in the ocean, a place her mother warned her not to go. That it was dangerous with lots of predators however she had yet to encounter any. And if she did there was a small cave big enough for her to flee and hide in.

Except knowing what her mother was like, Sarada decided to bring Sakura over and show her hideaway, that way if it was necessary she could find her there. And to her own surprise, Sakura had seemed… relived? Whilst they were deeper in the ocean than they usually were, it didn’t set alarm bells for her mother, but Sarada made a promise not to go below any further.

For her own safety.

A dark heavy aura surrounded her and the little sharkling watched as other creatures quickly swam past muttering about ‘the creature’ and how dangerous it was to be here. Sarada panicked and quickly hid in her small cave peeking out. It was too risky to swim away, what if it caught her?

Whatever it was exactly.

“Mama…” Maybe she should have stuck with her Mama, what if she never sees her again or thinks she swam away from home to never return.

A big shadow slowly went past and Sarada trembled, she looked up to see a very big creature. The top part of him was human-like a mermaid except he had grey scales like her, he had a long purple tail which slowly flickered when swimming and long dark blue hair. How strange, he looks just like…

He looks just like me. Sarada thought, all fear subsiding and she began to be more curious. So there were other sharks like her. Was this where they lived?

She swam out of her cave and hurried over to him. He was ten times bigger compared to her and as she watched how swiftly his long tail flicked Sarada looked down at her own wondering if she would ever grow that size.

“Excuse me.” Her voice squeaked out, he didn’t hear.

“Hey!” She tugged on his tail, which got his attention although it was a slight pull it was noticeable. He lifted his tail to see a little sharkling dangling on it.

“What the-”

“Hi!” Sarada smiled when he glared at her. She was unfazed and immediately went right up to his face causing him to scowl. Even their eyes were the same colour.

“You look like me!” She chirped happily, the shark studied her for a moment before tsking and continuing on his way.

“Haven’t your parents told you not to talk to strangers?”

“My Mama has, but I don’t always listen to her.” Sarada watched his posture trying to mimic how graceful and deadly he came across, noticing this he smirked before flicking his tail roughly and dashing away.

“No fair, I have little fins.” She tried to hurry over and catch up to him and was almost out of breath when she did. He gave a sigh seeing as she wouldn’t give up.

“You’re not from around here are you?”

“No, I only live with Mama. I’ve never met another shark before.” Sarada spoke honestly completely in awe of how awesome he looked. If this was how she grew up to be she couldn’t wait, but were fishes really afraid of them?

“You should know better than to approach me.”

“Hmm, but you’re talking to me and don’t seem scary, you would never hurt me.”

But your Sasuke-Kun, you would never hurt me.

Sasuke blinked at the sudden memory that came to mind, it had been years since he thought of her. Why now?

He looked down at the little sharkling and she looked right back at him grinning. Her smile, her eyes, they seemed... familiar...

But that couldn't be, right?

“You said you lived with your mother?”

“Yes, she’s a really pretty mermaid but I never knew who my Papa was.”

That was all the confirmation he needed.

“What’s your name?”

“Sarada, what’s your name sir?”

“Sasuke.”

After all these years, it would seem fate or rather their beloved innocent daughter would intertwine them again.

You can't get rid of me Sasuke, our feelings are connected. You told me that yourself.

Now, what was he going to do?

#sasusaku #sasuke uchiha x sakura haruno #sasusaku fanfic #ssfanfic #sasusakufanfiction #mershark/mermaid AU #mershark Sasuke #mermaid Sakura #mershark Sarada

5 notes · View notes

faffodil · 2 years

Text

everyone in empires au season 2!

Here we go again! For people who haven't seen this before, I've basically sorted a whole bunch of mcyt/adjacents into all the empires in s2, and provided headcanons and reasoning as to why theyre in that empire :D

As always i am open to suggestions/ideas for reasons/changes - just send me an ask!

Similarly, if you want me to add someone who's not there, you can also send me an ask!

Currently includes: Hermitcraft (specifically Season 9), Dream SMP, Bear SMP, Origins SMP, a few of the afterlife guys who arent already in empires, Traffic SMP(s), and a few other misc. mcyts

This will be edited as new information about empires names comes out/i add more people ^^

Key:

Local = person who lives nearby/in what could be considered part of an empire

Citizen = someone who is legally registered as part of an empire

Visitor = somone who is staying there temporarily/does not live in the empire

Inhabitant = lives in an empire but is not yet registered as a citizen

First person in every section is the ruler, but will have their specific title rather than one shared title (updated as the ccs tell us)

Archaeologists arent categorised in the same way as they are nomadic

---Stuff in [square brackets] is referring to an as-of-yet unnamed empire ---

Evermoore:

Shelby - (ruler) - Witch

Boomer - local - frog man :]

Tina - local

George - local

Charlie Slimecicle - local - slimey boi. Literally just a sentient slime. No-one's really sure why he and jevin are sentient but shelby thinks it was probably because the last witch to be sent out here was doing illegal magic (she thinks they were bored to death by the surroundings)

Jevin - local - swamp lad, sentient, see above

Petezahhutt - inhabitant - curious about the sentient slime rumours, wanted to know if they were like him (slime hybrid) they weren't but he stuck around to help them find their feet (literally because they were having trouble keeping a humanoid shape for long periods of time)

Dream - inhabitant - heard about the magic qualities of evermoore and moved there. Shelby thinks hes very brave to be studying the fog, and dream often gets stranded far from home bc the mist is feeling unhelpful

Sanctuary:

Sausage - (ruler)

Ivory - inhabitant - bc shes running away from something

Sniff - citizen - builder

Martyn - inhabitant - sought sanctuary and then proceeded to move in and annoy cleo to no end

Cleo - citizen - has lived here her whole life but is seriously considering moving. Joe is the only thing stopping her. And the fact that snake hair isnt exactly normal y'know

Joe Hills - inhabitant - moved from Stratos but only cleo knows this. Everyone else thinks hes normal :)

Tumble Town:

Jimmy - Sheriff - do i need to say more?

Tango - citizen - owns a ranch outside town :]

Billzo - inhabitant - took refuge from one very angry joey (who thought he was part of skeletrons army) and met eryn. Decided to hang around and cause mischief

Eryn - citizen - family has a farmstead near Tumble Town. Troublemaker

Schlatt - citizen - works in the saloon

Quackity - inhabitant - works with Schlatt

Sapnap - citizen - Eryns brother. I don't quite know why my brain decided that but it has.

Etho - citizen - works on tangos ranch. Used to be an outlaw but tango offered him a job when they met in the sherriffs office. Likes the peace outside of the town.

Sneeg - inhabitant (because no-one knows hes there) - builds little tunnels throughout the terracotta hills

Goblands:

Fwhip - (ruler) - goblin time (is short)

Skeppy - citizen - ore golem, can camouflage himself well in the cave. Fwhip found him in the deep dark and made him a citizen

Bad - inhabitant - from Eversea originally

Impulse - citizen - bc dwarf

Iskall - citizen - bc he's got a cave base this season

Pearl - citizen - she do be skrunkly

Guqqie - citizen - an alien who is desperately trying to blend in with the humans. On one hand no one's gonna notice in the Goblands, but on the other, they're gonna pick up some weird habits from the gremlins

Cub - citizen - chaos Chaos CHAOS

Mumbo - inhabitant - railway expert and infrastructure guy :] which is desperately needed bc Fwhip keeps making dangerous minecart tracks to everywhere

Eversea:

Joey - Captain

xB - citizen - bc guardian hybrid (lives in the lake w the mermaids

Niki - citizen - mermaid, sometimes follows puffy around to the other empire's ports

Puffy - visitor - another captain who frequents the bay. Trader?

Neptune - visitor - on puffy's ship (yes this is the same as last time. If it's not broken don't fix it)

Scar - inhabitant - sells magic crystals at the market. Certified scammer but is allowed to get away with it because he helps design new buildings for joey sometimes.

Micheal(mcchill) - citizen - runs a radio station from the top of one of the mountains overlooking the lagoon. Very rickety and unstable path to get up there but the broadcast can be recieved from any empire

Hypno - citizen

Animalia:

Lizzie - Mayor - Definitely a person. Elected apparently?

Antfrost - citizen - cat.

Ren - citizen - dog. Advisor to lizzie. Also bc last life the beloved

Hbomb - inhabitant - cat. Runs a cafe to draw tourists in! Theres nothing weird about this empire! :3{ <rubbing his hands together maliciously. Favourite pastime is bullying fundy whenever he walks past the cafe

James Marriot - citizen - employee of the cat cafe

Fundy - citizen - fox (and yoghurt :D)

Zedaph - inhabitant - resident scientist. Originally from off the continent but was welcomed into Animalia by lizzie because 'having a scientist proves we're as advanced as the other empires!' Hasn't caught on to the fact that the majority of the kingdom's citizens are straight-up animals and thinks theyre all hybrids like him

CPK - citizen - fox. no relation to fundy but does bond over thier shared dislike for the term fox-load because they can carry more than one block thankyouverymuch lizzie

Aimsey - inhabitant - showed up and was promptly adopted as Animalia's pet human

Archaeologists:

Pixlriffs - in charge of the team, was sent bc none of the other archaeologists wanted anything to do with the rulers over there

Xisuma - a spirit that collects cool bones to live in. Pix discovered him while unearthing an old temple and he's just kind of following the troupe around and being amazed at the world (was sealed in said temple)

EX is also trapped in a similar temple but X is doing everything he can to steer pix away from finding it/unleashing his hurricane of a brother. spoiler - it doesnt work >:D

Ori - a mildly unnerving citizen of Stratos who decided to tag along

Karl - original member of the team - keeps correcting Pix's pronunciation of the long-dead languages, and knows where finds are (or should be) long before a dig starts 👀

Skizz - original member of the team, very enthusiastic

Jack Manifold - intern who's following them around for work experience. Originally from Chromia

Chromia:

Scott - (ruler) - strange strange man

Ranboo - citizen - ive tried to put him elsewhere like four times but brain keeps saying chromia. Will update once i figure out a reason (also now i want ranboo and xornoth to talk) update: have not figured the reason but. hes staying so

Xornoth - backup leader - they found scotts empire and moved in, to his initial chagrin. Still backup ruler despite this because scott didnt trust the llamas to rule in his absence. They like looking after the llamas but kinda just hang around mostly

Wilbur - citizen - colourful language, creative

Stress - citizen - head of the flower industry (that then gets turned into dye for exports)

Beef - inhabitant - in charge of designing colourful fabrics and tapestries, originally from Sanctuary where he learnt banner-making

Hannah - citizen - works in flowers industry

Lauren - citizen - one of Scotts chief advisors, have known each other since they were little kids

[Falses]:

False :) - (ruler) - Her empire is pretty small considering its the newest but its one of the most closely knit communities as they all have to work together to improve the kingdom

Phil - citizen - hardcore survival things seem to fit here. First person to move here. Originally settled a little further downriver but ended up flying to False's area for materials and conversations anyway, and so, later moved into the centre hub of her empire to help her out and save time. DadTM

Tommy - citizen - turned up one day and false was just like well if you want you can build over there, strange bedraggled kid. Tommy did and false immediately regretted it because *cobblestone tower* Phil and False eventually managed to convince tommy to let them make his house look nice but it took a good couple of months.

Bearbubb - inhabitant - False isnt quite sure if hes a person or a literal bear as hes never spoken to anyone, but he seems polite, and built his own house so she let him stay. Although she has firmly decided he doesn't get citizen status until he asks for it. (Bear is just awkward, he'll talk to people eventually)

Sam - citizen - used to wander the server with doc because not many empires were open to hostile mob hybrids living there, then offered to help with a redstone project (an improved iron farm that was being finnicky) as he was passing and decided to stay. Tommy also took a liking to him and he built a base at the bottom of the cliff

Doc - citizen - was traveling with sam, same situation, neither of them wanted to stay in Sanctuary, where they started off, because they were tired of the new inhabitants walking on eggshells around them for months before they got used to them. His base is a pit all the way down to bedrock, affectionately known as The Well (due to its tendency to flood). There are levels all the way up with different redstone machines and storage cupboard on.

Glimmer Grove:

Katherine - princess

Beau - citizen - figured out where princess katherine was sneaking off to at night and made her agree to let beau help fight or she'd tell

Punz - inhabitant - moved from Sanctuary because he heard rumours that mercenaries might be needed. (Was only staying for the pay originally but got a little too invested and asked katherine if he and purpled could stay and help rebuild the empire too. (Will end up as head of defence for princess Katherine in the future but shhh)

Purpled - inhabitant - moved from Sanctuary. Mildly annoyed that he had to leave his home in sanctuary, but at least the empire matches his colour pallette

Moonzy - citizen

Jonah - citizen - served Glimmer Grove before it fell, is at the forefront of the campaign to get it back to its former glory under princess Katherine

Megan - inhabitant

Dawn:

Gem - princess - fae of some sort

Fruitlegs - citizen - bard

Ponk - citizen - lighthouse keeper

Tubbo - citizen - bee boi

Techno - citizen - oversees the food production and makes sure everyone has enough and works out how much they can sell/export that week.

Welsknight - on Gems Council, in charge of defence against the deep dark

TFC - inhabitant - by proxy, lives in the ancient city and fixes the messes left when players visit. Sculk-grandad. Actually hes literally the opposite of Dawn, lives underground constantly. Warren of tunnels extends underneath all empires but people who try to explore them get lost. Nobody's died there yet bc TFC put a ward on the exits to draw people toward them and not the ancient city

BigB - citizen - baker, he makes bread and cookies from the farm produce

Stratos:

(Extra note here: citizen is someone who has been in the empire since it was founded about a hundred years ago when joel was exiled and/or has grown up there since. Inhabitant is someone who's come more recently from another empire)

Joel - an exiled god - adamant he is still his tall powerful self. Regarded as the leader of the empire nonetheless. People moved under his islands originally to be a part of the 'great god's empire' but a lot of them stayed even when they realised he was a wet rag/affectionate

Foolish and Jr and Finley - citizens - Foosh is an architect who helps Joel. He chose to live in the mortal realm but moved to Stratos when he heard about Joel's exile because he can sympathise with not living in the god's realm and wanted to help out. Hermes ends up playing with Jr and Finley when Joel's busy building

Eret - citizen - was one of the original settlers but somehow is still alive a hundred years later.... oh well, they knew living near a god would have its benefits

Grian - inhabitant - creator of the entity? check. vaguely eldrich horror? check. Was exiled? (very heavily encouraged to leave his hometown) after the entity ate someone by accident, and then he ended up here? Check.

Bdubs - citizen - look into those eyes and tell me he wouldnt fit right in with joels build style. He made a monolith, hed be a great addition

Callahan - citizen - maintains the temples to joel

Thanks to @scribbling-dragon for some of the suggestions!

Keralis - citizen - have you seen him?

Edit: OLI DO BE A BARD :D uhh if he makes an empire ill do a bit of rejigging and move ppl around but until then the skrunkly is just a wanderer

Phew done! :D

71 notes · View notes