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[sersh]

HAIM performing at MITA Festival Rio de Janeiro, May 28th 2023

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[missglaskin]

Yan!HOTD Characters as Greek Gods

I want to thank @aphroditelovesu for giving me the inspiration, also side note do not take the gods canonical relationships literally

Viserys as Hades + God of the Underworld and the Dead

Viserys was a god who stood out from the gloomy darkness of his realm. The seat once shared by his beloved wife is now long dead with all the other souls. No temples were erected in his honor on the earthly soil, for the underworld served as his shrine. Still, Viserys lent many of his powers and crafts to help the other gods defeat their enemies, either it be a monster or a titan. When he needed to see his family, he would emerge to the earth itself. There a moral caught his eye. 

Viserys spent a great deal of time observing your everyday life. He enjoyed catching on to all your little habits and tendencies. The god was prepared to wait until your life's string came to an end. In the mean time, all good things came your way. While he wouldn't be able to stop your death from happening, he can certainly make it as peaceful and painless as possible. Viserys will welcome you with the greatest warmth when you arrive in his realm, and you will be surrounded by servants who will carry out your every wish.

Just as he has done all those other times Viserys will give you the time and space you need to adjust to this new, strange world. Desiring your happiness, Viserys might let you visit Earth but only for a short time. The god can't go too long without you by his side. He detests the idea of using coercion to get what he wants, but Viserys must make sure you never leave him. It is a blessing that you are a mortal, completely unaware of the pomegranate seeds that are given to you.

Daemon as Ares + God of War and Courage 

It was Daemon, out of all the gods, who was most frowned upon, the one with the endless list of foes. Many came to fear him and they had every reason to. For Daemon was a powerful god-quick to anger and raring for a fight regardless of the consequences. A jest spread among the gods was that Daemon's one and only true love was war itself. But what a shock it was to see the mortal in the god's arms. With his remarks and the severe violence he inflicted upon the mortals, Daemon, again and again demonstrated nothing but contempt and superiority over them.

Why you attracted the god of war's attention will forever remain a mystery. Could it be you had a fire inside of you that never went out or you had such a gentle soul that the god saw it as his duty to ruin you, or perhaps he saw you as a fair trade for one of his victories. Truthfully, Daemon himself is not fully sure what drew him to you. Still, the god comes to you, luring you in with lavish gifts and words sweet as honey. And if you aren’t compliant, the god sees no issue picking you up while you struggle to free yourself-screaming and clawing. 

Daemon has no care for what other Olympian deities thought when he kept you near him. They were already not fond of him and he was amused to no end to see their frustration, even having you displayed seated on his lap. Your life with Daemon is strangely not as dull and miserable as one might anticipate. He will always be rough and harsh, but you are shown a rare side of gentleness. You may never know if the god truly loves you, but you can be sure that if someone takes what he views as his, he will go to war a hundred times over it.

Rhaenyra as Athena + Goddess of Wisdom and War

Rhaenyra is a goddess with pride. A great warrior. Rhaenyra does not, however, hold humankind in such low regard as the many gods who came before her. She saw herself as their protector and rewarded those who came to worship in her temple. But it's not as if she isn't dangerous. The goddess is unmerciful in her use of curses. Any offense or insult will result in a terrible fate. And what fate bestows upon you when the goddess herself watches you. Desiring you from the very moment she caught sight of you. 

She is a master of disguise. Every word she spoke enticed you further and further into her grasp. There were the fleeting touches the goddess made to your skin to pique your desire. Her lips were painted with a smile that lowered your guard. You find yourself becoming a puppet as Rhaenyra hovers over you, pulling the strings to speak the words she wants you to hear, to touch her how she wants to be touched, and look at her how she wants to be gazed upon. 

Rhaenyra never wants you to leave her realm. The goddess is ready to gift you whatever your heart desires, but the earth is no longer a place you can call home. Rhaenyra will never lay a hand on you; gentle and soft with you. The only times you no longer see your lover but the goddess of war is if you are foolish enough to believe you can get away from her. She won’t understand. Has she not dedicated herself to you. Has she not given you every ounce of her heart. Whatever the reason is, your place remains by her side and she will make sure you know of this.

Rhaenys as Hecate + Goddess of Magic and the Moon

Rhaenys, the goddess of sorcery and the moon, who her domain also extends to creatures of the night; particularly hounds and ghosts. She’s often seen accompanied by her black hounds, donning a long robe, holding burning torches. Neither was she evil, nor was she wholly benevolent, but she did reveal her nature through actions, rewarding loyalty among her followers. Captivated by your presence in her temple, the goddess of sorcery was drawn to your compassion and innocence. She found herself spending more time just observing you, enchanted by how your features glowed in the gentle embrace of moonlight. 

Rhaenys has always been confident and assertive, when she’s certain that she desires you, she’ll do whatever it takes to have you by her side. However, she’ll stray away from using force. If she’ll seek your companionship, Rhaenys resolutes in waiting it be your choice, to love her the same rather than do it with instilling fear in you. Her introduction was gradual, allowing you to adapt in time to her presence. Much of this is involved in simple conversations, where she enjoys getting to know the little details of your life (even if she already knew most of it). 

Instead of overwhelming you with extravagant gifts, she opted for small trinkets. And adding to the ease of your connection, Rhaenys’s mystical hounds display a fondness for you, allowing you to pet them. Even when you remain in her domain, Rhaenys remains steadfast in not forcing you to love her. She has all the patience as the goddess begins to slowly express her affection more openly with gentle caresses to your face as she presents you with more lavish gifts. Her patience was rewarded seeing how eager you are to spend every moment with her.

Corlys as Poseidon + God of the Sea and Waters

Not only was Corlys the god of the seas but also associated with earthquakes and horses. He stood out as a highly ambitious deity and known for his unwavering loyalty to Mount Olympus. Unlike some deities, Corlys is willing to engage with mortals, after all, they have a dependence on the seas for trade and travel. However, it’s also known that when dealing with the god of the sea, do not try to trick or cross him, for he has demonstrated a vengeful nature when felt insulted. 

It was during your many ventures near the beach, having a profound love and fascination for the sea that you encountered the god of the sea. In your frequent visits, the shores yielded treasures ranging from the most beautiful seashells to even a literal pearl, a gift from the god. Upon making his presence known, Corlys takes matters into his own hands. Taking you to the temple beneath the sea as he cannot rely on chance encounters by the shore and it’ll save him all the trouble of finding you if you choose to never visit again. 

Your place from now on remains with Corly’s temple. He has made promises to make you visit the shore from time to time once he’s confident you won’t attempt an escape. Eager to please, Corlys has an allure of lost treasures within his home, offering you any if you desire. He also takes great care to ensure your comfort, harboring no intention of causing harm or raising his voice. His desire is clear- to have you willingly at his side. 

Laena as Aphrodite + Goddess of Love and Beauty

Laena was more than just being thegoddess of beauty and love; she was one of fertility, pleasure, and eternal youth. Occasionally she presided over marriage. Legends went so far as to attribute her beauty to being the cause of the Trojan War. Despite her being desired and adored by everyone, even capturing the affections of the infamous god of war himself, Laena's heart chose you; a mortal who didn’t seem all that extraordinary. But none of that mattered to the goddess of love, who found herself drawn to you, desiring nothing more than for you to share her boundless love and adoration. 

When Laena first approached you, she displayed no hesitation in expressing her clear intentions of wanting to court you. Doves and sparrows seemed to fly around you. In the vicinity of your home, myrtles and roses bloomed abundantly and Laena took it upon herself to personally hand you the blossoms, alongside the most marvelous seashells. Whenever you expressed gratitude or attempted to deny her gifts out of politeness, Laena would firmly assure you that you deserved nothing but the best. As she would engage in conversations, Laena would hold your gaze, running her fingers on your cheek or shoulder with such tenderness. 

Even after you became hers, Laena never stops showering you with praise and luscious gifts. The dresses she adorned you with were among the most lavish you had ever seen, and men would certainly go to war for the jewelry that adorned your skin. And for her home, which she claims is now your home too, she’s willing more than anything to accommodate any of your demands to make it all the more welcoming. Whether it’s placing all your favorite books or presenting you all your favorite foods. After all, you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with her.  

Otto as Zeus + God of the Sky and Thunder 

Otto stood as the god among gods, the force behind the establishment of order and justice in Olympus. It was his duty as king, to reign and ensure harmony throughout the divine realm. He had a number of children; it counted those that were outside of his marriage. Mortals and gods alike collectively averted their gaze, as the god of thunder desired to maintain an image of a prudent and a pious. And while like any god, he considered himself above mortal beings, he would observe them with keen interest. 

Unfortunate for you, if you happened to catch his eye, resisting him was a futile endeavor. It began with him orchestrating ways to make your life more comfortable — discovering the lushest trees near your home, bearing the most delectable fruits you'd ever savor. An eagle, acting as his messenger, would shower you with all sorts of gifts, from fragrant olive oils to delicate silver coins and ivory trinkets. The weather seemed to dance to his whims, birds serenading under the radiant sun.

It was also his way to signal his presence, a silent acknowledgment a being beyond the mortal realms was watching. And when his presence becomes known, he vows to treasure you for eternity (hinting at what’ll become of your mortal life). It’s difficult to deny him with all the myriad blessings he bestowed upon you. Once you’re brought to his home, he will present you with a luxurious silk robe and servants who dutifully follow your every command. Even if you resist, his determination remains unswayed. As a god, time was his ally and he believed in due course, you would succumb to his temptations.

Alicent as Hera + Goddess of Marriage and Childhood

Alicent stood as the embodiment of matrimony and domestic life, a revered figure to whom women turned in prayer for the blessings of harmonious marriages, the safe return of their husbands, and in hopes of birthing a healthy child. Despite her attempts to project a demure demeanor, the goddess had a silent reputation for her jealousy and occasional vengefulness. Alicent had divine authority, navigating the intricate game of politics and perhaps that was why no one dared to question her decision to bring a mortal being along.  

It was all under the reason of needing a servant though you were not yet married, still, no one dared to voice it. As her supposed servant, you were strangely exempt from menial tasks such as washing clothes or scrubbing the floor; such duties were deemed beneath you. Instead, the majority of your days were spent in the company of the goddess. You found yourself dressing and brushing Alicent’s hair as she shared her grievances about the perceived foolishness surrounding her court. 

Your time was further consumed by tending to Hera’s children and grandchildren, and her strictures extended to where you were not permitted to eat meals with other servants. In truth, the goddess had little need for another servant. But you a mortal, had sought her prayer, coming to her temple wishing for a happy life for the arrangement your parents orchestrated for you. But Alicent had been watching you long before and you have become the object of her desire. She promised to find you a suitor but the intensity of her gaze and the uncanny resemblance between the necklace of hers and the one she gifted you hints at something beyond that. 

Aegon II as Dionysus + God of Wine and Pleasure 

Aegon is known for seemingly lazy nature and rarely being seen sober, he’s notorious for the wild parties and dramatic theaters he orchestrates. The many lovers he has are ones that no one bothers to learn their names, as they typically don’t linger beyond a day. The few bastards he fathered are not accounted for. When the god of wines comes upon you, there was an unmistakable eagerness to have you in his bed. While you and others are at no fault to assume that it was driven solely by lust, you soon find it unraveled beyond that. 

As a mortal, the prospect of rejecting a god was not a reasonable one. His presence was suffocating with a possessive jealousy over your interactions with others and an incessant need for you to be near him. At times, he would pull you into his lap, craving for your affection and praise. Besides his constant need to have you share his bed at every turn, his lingering hands, and wanting your every attention, it’s not as terrible as one initially assumes. 

The god of wine provided you with the sweetest food, accompanied of course by his signature wine. He adorned you in exquisite clothing, though in the privacy of his chambers, they were far more revealing and sheer. While it was somewhat accepted to have fleeting lovers for a day, appearing with you by his side on every occasion garnered disapproval from the other gods. However, Aegon was indifferent; no stranger to being considered a disappointment. You were the one thing he was sure of, even harboring a secret desire to make you immortal, hoping you don’t notice how different your wine tastes.

Helaena as Persephone + Goddess of Seasons and Vegetation

Helaena possessed a kind of gentleness that was unusual among the gods. She carried herself with such grace and consideration. Helaena grew up to be a lovely woman who caught the interest of gods and humans alike. With mortals, the goddess did not look down on them. If anything, Helaena seemed to see the goodness and beauty in them despite all of their flaws. It therefore comes as no great surprise when the goddess seems so enchanted by you-a simple mortal. 

Helaena spent many days watching you. She possessed unending patience. What a fascinating sight you are. Deemed by the goddess to be the most beautiful being to ever walk this earth. Helaena cared nothing more than your happiness hence why you come home to a plethora of gifts and trinkets. It could be the most delicious fruit you've ever eaten or a dress the goddess sewed herself. And wherever you are, you found plants growing all around that never seem to wither-fruits and vegetables you never imagined would ever grow there.

Helaena was content as long as she could see you every day. Even if she couldn't speak or stand before you. All that mattered to her was to see your lovely smile as you open her gifts or to hear your joyful laughter. But shall you wish to meet her. Shall you seem unsatisfied with your life. Helaena will make her presence known. The goddess is nothing but a tender lover. Giving you all the time you need to adjust to her realm. Happy to watch from a distance and just speak with you.

Aemond as Apollo - God of Sun and Art

Aemond was also a god of music, truth, and healing, he was considered wise even at such a relatively young age. He enjoyed writing poems and believed in law and order. Unlike his brother, Aemond was recognized for his numerous contributions, particularly in the realms of medicine and prophecy. Aemond shows intense loyalty to his family and a great love for his mother but also is known for his jealousy and a wrathful nature; particularly when he perceives insults directed at his family or either himself. 

Many of your actions could’ve caught his eye, your visits to his temple, your singing voice echoing through the fields, how you immersed yourself far away from everyone else with the books you read. He doesn’t wish to frighten you,  guided by a gentle approach to engage you in conversations. You can feel his gaze follow you, a silent presence that seems to accompany your every move. In due time, Aemond would express his desire for you to be his lover, to not only give him your body, but your mind and soul. Even if you do not share his feelings, denying him is not advisable, Aemond is not one for rejections. 

Even if you were to deny him, Aemond would still bring you to Mount Olympus, introducing you to the other gods, making sure you understood that your place belonged with him. And while he attempts to give you some space, the god of the sun cannot bring himself to stay away. Aemond sought to spend every moment of the day with you, from sharing the same bed, to waking together to sharing meals. He yearns to hear your every thought from the flowers you liked to your opinion on the poetry he’s dedicated to you.

Criston as Heracles + Demi- God of Strength and Heroes

Criston was born a mortal. Yet even as a child, Criston showed such strength and courage unmatched by any other. He has proven to be a fierce warrior over the years. While he was hailed as a hero, many of his rage-fueled actions beg to differ. It took Criston to die to be reborn as the Demi-god. Taken from the flames to Mount Olympus where he was granted eternal youth and the right to live among the gods. He was offered a goddess, but Criston had his eyes set somewhere else.

Criston believes he must protect you. That you need him far more than he needs you. You are just a mere mortal. One fall can be fatal. Doesn't matter that his involvement could be the very reason your life is at forfeit. Makes no difference the many times you struggle and try to escape him. Criston holds you in his arms, repeating the same mantra over and over. That you have a need for him. That he must shield you from all those who will harm you. He rarely leaves your side, and no amount of begging or insults will convince him to do so.

As your lover, you have a man capable of crushing a village to ruins, capable of winning against an army. You bring out the worst in him, the madness. A madness seen in the mere thought of you being in another’s arms. Criston won't accept the possibility of your death. He was blessed with the gift of immortality and will stop at nothing to grant you the same blessing. A wonderful thought to him, but a nightmare to you. Given the chaos that will be left behind, the gods may grant him his wish.

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[teenandbeyond]

Hello! I was wondering if you would want to write for Beerus? I was thinking what a courtship would be like between him and a goddess of creation? :) hopefully you're doing well during the midst of everything that's going on in the real world! Best of wishes! -A

Beerus x Goddess of Creation. Reader

I like the alternative idea. Despite this, I plan to make the personality different! Edit: I'm doing okay, just busy with schoolwork. Best wishes to you, too! I hope everyone who reads this is doing well too, or if not, this can cheer you up a little!

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🥢Création et Destruction🥢 (DBS or Dragon ball Super)

Warning(s): Fluff

Although destruction and creation contradict each other in meaning, one can not exist without the other...They must coexist to truly make the universe hold the beauty it possesses.

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You and Beerus are total opposites.

He destroys.

You create.

He is much more relaxed.

While your shoulders are stiff with responsibility and proper etiquette.

When you met, you hadn't expected him to flirt with you on the spot.

"Huh. My first time meeting the Goddess of Creation, can't believe I've been missing out on such a cute Goddess."

"I—That-that's very unprofessional..."

You didn't understand him. You were taught to always be polite and respectful, to always hold your tongue, to always be professional, and to hold your temper.

He hardly did any of those things.

And he could really test your temper.

He easily broke that elegant, put-together wall you had up.

And he enjoyed every minute of it.

"Why are you taking a nap when you have responsibilities. That's so improper!...Ahem-"

And with time, he broke you down completely.

Noticing you were always tired and stiff and showing you what's it like to relax.

"Just because we have responsibilities doesn't mean we can't relax once in a while. We have to do this for millenniums, might as well catch a few Z's in between."

He is very protective over you when you do relent and catch a nap, he'd be very tempted to destroy the planet of whoever interrupts you.

And he learned you hadn't really explored planets and introduced you to Earth and its cuisine.

Which really excited you.

"Cute..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

He liked that your presence wasn't rough as his, the feeling of powerful serenity you gave off was attractive to him. You were polite and fluid in movement, yet your power and knowledge were undeniable.

He wanted you.

So he courted you.

And you saw another side of him.

"Flowers?"

"Bulma gave me an earful and said something about them..."

"Let me guess, you weren't really listening?"

"Well...I want to get this right, so, I tried to remember everything I could. She mentioned something called a 'date' that I'm supposed to take you on..."

He was soft and wasn't afraid to show it...to you...

He noticed your hair was always getting in your face, so he got you fancy hair clips to hold the stray hairs away.

When your shoulders got stiff from playing your role, he learned how you give you massages to make you feel better, but not without cracking jokes the whole time.

He attempted to learn how to cook for you...

Well, actually, he wasn't terrible at that. The dishes he could make were just limited.

You liked watching the process, his frustration was adorable.

Cooking for you? Telling you 'good morning' and 'good night'?

He was whipped.

Undoubtedly.

He even lets you pet him, which you'll do if he gets a little riled up.

You save his dignity and refrain from doing it in public (if it's not necessary) since he purrs a deep rumble.

You do things together, like cooking and of course your roles as Gods.

But Beerus's favorite activity to do with you is definitely napping...or maybe eating...both? That's a hard choice for him to make.

You were really good for each other.

He destroyed your walls and the false personality you upheld.

You created a warmth in his heart that he cherished.

People wondered how you worked out so well, you were opposites.

But being opposites brought you together.

So what if he destroys and you create?

Destruction and creation coexisting can make something truly beautiful

And you two love every minute of it

#beerus x reader #beerus x fem. reder #dbs beerus #beerus #beerus fluff #anime #dbz #dbs x reader #dbz x reader #dbs x fem.reader #dbz x fem.reader #fluff #dbs fluff #dbz fluff

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Ur so pretty

A/n: HAI OMG- its been...a while...if anyone read it, I posted the WIP of this like all the way back in November last year. other notes are that there is no use of Y/N, and it is kept gender neutral, but it is implied to be WLW. but since it is no longer in my hands, take it as you will keke hope u enjoy!!!

Upon waking up, you already felt that it was going to be a long day, one that was longer than usual. The sores from numerous fights and hours of walking were ever present from the moment you opened your eyes; the feeling of the Astarion’s fangs wringing your neck numb. You mentally check off the numerous problems before you get out of your tent and set off for the day. Upon leaving the dimly lit tent, you were blinded slightly by the morning light. The smell of breakfast filled the air as idle chatter continued. You take a moment to look at your companions. Gale was the one cooking, making idle chatter with Wyll and Karlach, the latter who was most likely the one who started the fire. Lae’zel was by herself, sharpening one of her many swords. Astarion emerges from his tent, also having just woken up. You continue to scan the camp looking for someone in particular.

‘No sign of her…’ You think to yourself, pouting slightly. From the corner of your eyes, you see Astarion approaching you. Sighing, you reiterate the fact that although the day had just started, you could tell it was going to be a long day. 

“Glad to see you didn’t die last night.” He greets you with a smirk. You look at him, already feeling the regret of letting him feed and an oncoming headache. You pinch the bridge of your nose, hoping it will relieve some tension. 

“Well if someone didn’t take any more than he should have, I wouldn’t have passed out.” You quip, to which Astarion lets out a laugh. 

“I did not take any more than I normally do. You just lost a lot of blood yesterday.” He says as he crosses his arms and shifts to the side. You look at him blankly for a moment, thinking if it would be worth it to put a stake in his heart. Listing the pros and cons, it seems that keeping him alive has more pros, shockingly. Sighing once more, which was something that happened a lot when Astarion was around, you cast lesser restoration on yourself and begin to walk towards Gale, Karlach, and Wyll. However, before you can even approach the trio, you see Shadowheart emerge from her tent.

Your heart skips a beat as you look at her from afar. From the moment you had seen her while on the nautiloid, you had some sort of feelings stirring for her. Just a glance at her tells you how much of a beauty she is. The way her onyx hair framed her face, her braid that swished and would often rest on her shoulders, and the soft makeup that furthered her beauty in a way that felt almost godlike. Not to mention her eyes. The soft hazel green stood out with her darker eyeshadow, luring in the very person who looked into them. In your mind, she could rival the beauty of the gods and goddesses. However, it wasn’t just her physical beauty that lured you in, it was the subtle beauty that seemingly showed when she wasn’t paying attention.  The soft smile that creeps up her face when you were swarmed by children at the grove, or how she plays with Scratch when she thinks no one is paying attention. You would often find yourself looking forward to fights, just to get injured so she could heal you, watching how her hands would tenderly cover the wound. In essence, her mannerisms, voice, and beauty have bewitched you, terribly. Often you were left lying awake late at night, thinking back on any conversation or memories you have of her. 

Since the tiefling party a few nights ago, you have had numerous things to think of. Truthfully, you were elated that you had agreed to a drink with her, since in your mind it showed that she had a fraction of attraction towards you. While it was hard to tell how she truly felt since she was sharran and they were sworn to secrecy; you did not need words to know that she enjoyed the moment you two shared. The kiss you two shared, the talking and looking into one another's eyes until either the sun came up or sleep overtook you both. The morning after you two had talked about it, she agreed that there was something between the two of you. However, soon after she began to withdraw herself from you, she would avoid being alone with you, cut the conversation short, and even volunteer to stay behind at camp. It hurt to see her detach herself from any social interaction with you. You even knew that she was avoiding only you, catching glimpses of her talking to the others, chattering with Lae’zel even though they both differed. Rather than getting upset and confronting her, you kept it to yourself. Finding that it was better to give her space, something that she appreciated in the past, though it was turning out to be harder than you wanted it to be. 

“You know, it is rude to stare.” A voice cuts you out of your train of thought. Blinking, you look at the voice and see that it is Astarion. Confused as to what he is talking about, you give him a look. He rolls his eyes and smacks his teeth. “You have been staring at Shadowheart’s tent for a good while, my friend. A bit too long, might I add.”

Quietly, you let out an ‘oh’ before you turn towards your tent. You decide to start getting ready for the day, no longer hungry. Stripping your camp wear and donning your armor, you mentally summon all your courage so you can ask Shadowheart to accompany you, Gale, and Karlach. Finishing the knot of your boots, you equip your weapons and leave your tent, the blinding rays of the sun stinging your eyes for a brief moment.

‘Moonmadein please guide me.’ You utter in your thoughts before you make your way to Gale and Karlach. Even though you were nowhere near them, Karalach seemed to notice you were heading their way. Turning her head from her conversation with Gale, she makes eye contact with you. Her face seemingly lights up as small flames rise out of her skin.

“Mornin’ soldier!” She hollers. Gale says something to her in a quiet tone, one that you can’t hear. Whatever he told her caused the flames on her to diminish. Looking back at you, she gives a slightly nervous chuckle and says, “Sorry about that. Just excited to get on the road again.” 

“No worries, and good morning to you Karlach. You too Gale.” You reassure Karlach quickly before you greet the wizard. Gale smiles in return and greets a quick ‘morning’ before leaving, presumably to get his stuff for the road. You look back to Karlach and ask, “Have you seen Shadowheart?”

“Oh, I think I saw she went with Scratch into the woods,” Karlach says, her mood seemingly more down. She hesitates for a moment, before asking “Why?”

“I just want to see if she wants to join us on the road. It has been a bit since she left camp.” You explain, hoping you weren't evident in your real reason for talking to her. While it wasn’t a complete lie, it wasn't the whole truth. The half-truth was that you did want her to accompany you and walk around for a while; you did want to know if she wanted to leave camp for a while. You also just wanted a moment alone with her; for when there was a moment where everyone was walking, no direction in mind. It seemed that Karlach bought what you said, as she began to perk up a bit after your answer. However before anything else could be said, the bushes rustled slightly. You and Karlach turn to the noise, however, you don’t need to go and investigate since Scratch jumps from the bushes and runs toward you. He jumps onto your chest, tackling you to the ground before he starts to lick at your face. Laughing at the slightly ticklish feeling, you try to move him off of you, not too keen on smelling like dog breath or even having slobber on you so early in the day. Thankfully he gets off with ease and goes to bother someone else. Still chuckling, you get up from the ground, with the help of Karlach who is laughing with you. The rustling of leaves happens once more, catching your attention once more. This time it was Shadowheart who emerged from the woods. You briefly make eye contact with her, your heart skips a beat, and you move towards her. Though it seemed she noticed you moving, since she looked away first and headed back to her tent, not even uttering a greeting or looking back. Your shoulders sag, clearly dejected at her avoidance. ‘I can’t be like this all day. We have to move forward.’ You think to yourself, quickly shaking the feeling and standing up straighter, putting on the front that you were not bothered by it. 

“It seems like she has no intent on leaving today. I suppose we could drag Astarion with us.” You jest lightly to Karlach. Wanting to leave sooner, you readjust your pack and look for Astarion. Thankfully, he seemed to have read your mind and was already in his gear. You look for Gale briefly and see that he is equally as ready. With a nod, the four of you leave camp and begin the day.

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“Ugh, I feel I can sleep for days,” Karlach groans as she stretches her back. Letting out another exhausted sigh, she falls back. You nod in agreement, the weariness in your bones causing them to ache slightly more than they already were. While trying to stretch your back, you find it more difficult than normal, as you are in your armor. It was a long day, numerous battles and hours of walking. If there were only a handful of fights, you could handle that, however, it felt like it was battle after battle. The mere thought of the battles caused the bruises on your body to feel more prominent. Plopping down on a nearby tree trunk, you let your body relax as much as it can while sitting up. You look to Gale was already cooking, somehow already in his evening wear. The smell of the food made its way into your stomach, causing it to rumble. Looking around, you notice you can’t find Astarion. Assuming that he is relaxing in his tent, you sigh and lean back, still trying to find relief. 

However, you begin to become restless. Somehow through the aches and pain, you feel the need for fresh air, which is odd for being outside. Not being able to sit and just wait, you get up and begin to head to your tent. Before you head inside, you turn to Karlach and Gale. 

“You two can stay at camp tomorrow. Take the day to rest. I could bring Wyll and Lae’zel instead.” I say to Karlach and Gale. Gale doesn’t comment, rather focused on the meal he was making than what I was saying. I hear a faint groan, which you assume is Astarion. You begin to feel slightly bad, that he can’t get a day of rest, however with the avoidance from Shadowheart, there is bound to be one person who has to travel a little more. 

‘Hopefully, she will get over whatever hindrance she is dealing with…hope I didn’t do anything wrong.’ You think before shaking the thought. ‘I shouldn’t think about it too much.’

You rid your thoughts altogether, of what happened, what is, and what was to come; choosing not to think on it too much, you begin to take off your armor. It took you longer than normal, the aches in your body causing you to slow down. Eventually, you were in your evening wear; sitting on the floor, staring at your feet blankly. You didn’t notice how much the day had affected you, to the point you just wanted to seek the warmth of another person and just fall into the deepest sleep you could. However, the person’s warmth you wanted seemingly wanted nothing to do with you. You let out another deep sigh, kick off your boots, and turn to your bed, not wanting to eat. 

It seemed that no one noticed that you decided to turn in early for the night, or if they did no one came into your tent. You felt a tad grateful that no one came, feeling that no one's company would be enough. You lie in your tent, trying to sleep. However, no matter how much you slowed your breathing and kept your eyes closed, your body could not find itself to relax. With a sigh, you decide to give up on sleeping and leave your tent. Hastily throwing on your boots and mentally wishing it was late enough, you emerge from your tent and see that the camp is empty. The fire from supper was completely burnt out, and the large pile of dishes piled up near the lake camp was showing that everyone had indeed turned in for the night. Turning your head once again, you see Scratch and the owlbear cub huddled next to one another, sleeping soundly. You smile softly, your heart melting that they are bonding so well with one another. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you leave the camp and head into the nearby forest. 

In a moment in time when there were so many new feelings and unfamiliar things around you; from being abducted by illithids, seeing the hells, waking up in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere, and having an uninvited guest in your brain, the forest provided comfort. No matter where in Faerûn, trees will always be trees, the dirt path made by countless feet that trekked forward in their journeys, made you feel less alone and confused. Walking over bushes, you decide to mindlessly wander, not worrying about the pain in your feet or where you end up. There weren’t many sounds in the dead of night, other than the wind that shook the leaves and bushes, the distinct animal noises of nocturnal animals, and your footsteps. You don’t pay much attention to it, however, rather you choose to blank entirely. The traveling and battles from earlier in the day left you mentally exhausted, as well as physically but that was neither here nor there since you were always physically tired or sore, your mind was left both restless yet still. An internal paradox that you found yourself in recently. Much of how your relationship with Shadowheart was a paradox in itself. While it was difficult to say that you were in love with the mysterious woman, especially since it had not been too long since you two had met, it wasn’t hard to conclude that a part of you consistently yearned for her. Desired to hear the sound of her voice, to feel her gaze upon you, to comb her hair as it rested upon her shoulders, to have her touch you in ways that no other before has. A part of you dreamed that she could one day let you into her mind, into the deepest darkest parts of her mind, where you would find solace there as just she wormed her way into your mind. A constant plague that you could not rid of, not that you wanted to.

However, that was the lingering problem that shifted the foundation of what could be. The beliefs that you both hold make you enemies by default. The very belief that a sharran and a selunite even being friendly was unheard of. Nevertheless, you befriended one, hell you even kissed one, something that younger you would stress about, wondering if you were turning to the Lady of Loss. Not that you would, you find that the beliefs of your dear moon maiden held were truly a resonate of your own, and you weren’t saying that since you grew up with it. From your very limited understanding of the Lady of Loss, you found the very idea of wallowing in the dark with no hope seemed very unhealthy. From what Shadowheart told you, which was also as limited since her memory was removed, it seemed that Shar was lying to her followers, saying that she was easing their pain when in reality she was just adding to it. 

‘How could she worship a goddess that causes her to be left in the dark and pain,’ You wonder, looking at the ground as you walk and begin to pursue your lips. Eventually, you begin to slow down, coming to a full stop at the texture change from under your shoes. You look up and see a lake, one that is possibly connected to camp, as the moon dances on the water, light ripples distorting the image. Breathing in the sight, you consider undressing and wandering into the water, before shaking the thought. While it was tempting, you find that it would be a hassle putting your clothes back on. Instead, you kick off your sandals and roll up the legs of your pants, and wander to the water before seating yourself down, just far enough to where your butt won’t get too wet. There you sat for a while, taking in the sight, smell, and sounds of the area around you. You feel your mind slow down, your eyes getting heavy at the comfort of the water as it rocked and kissed higher on your calf. Just as you were about to leave yourself completely vulnerable to the wilderness and let your mind wander into the night sky, a voice rang through your ears.

“Well, I certainly did not expect you to be so far from camp.” 

Your eyes shot up, startling you awake. You don’t know who you were expecting when you turn your head, however, the last person that comes to mind is Shadowheart. Her hair was down from its chain and braid as it rested over her shoulder and draped to her mid-back. With that being the only outlier, Shadowheart looked the same as how she did the night before. Even though you wanted to say something, your mind was too slow to react, so you just looked at her. Embarrassed that you could not utter a sound, you turn your attention back to the lake.  She chuckles, a noise that reaches your ears and tickles them ever so slightly, and you feel your ears and face get warm. Focusing solely on the lake and the reflection of the moon, you could only listen as she shuffled behind you. Far too nervous to catch her gaze, but still nipping with curiosity at what she is doing, you look at her from the corner of your eyes. 

Not paying you any mind, she sat next to you, albeit a bit away from the water, which you assume was because she was not in favor of getting wet. Nervous that she will catch your gaze, you look away once more as the wind starts to softly blow. The both of you sit there in silence, unaware of what Shadowheart is thinking and you are far too nervous to break the silence, lest you say the wrong thing. 

‘Truthfully, what is the wrong thing to say?’ You mentally quip to yourself, ‘Rather…what is the right thing to say…Should I break the silence? Does Shadowheart have something to say? Why is she also out here? Did she foll-’

“Was..there any particular reason you left camp?” Shadowheart asks, her voice stopping your thoughts. You look at her, a stunned look on your face. You were astonished at the fact that she was actively engaging in conversation rather than avoiding it. She is facing forward but looking at you from the corner of her eyes. Feeling your face get warm at her stare, you turn your head once again. 

“I just..wanted some fresh air…” You murmur, bringing your knees closer to your chest and hugging them. You didn’t think to elaborate further, finding your reasoning sound enough. If you were completely honest with yourself, you were being slightly petty due to her avoidance. Shadowheart, who seemingly accepted the reasoning, sighed to herself, in a way that could be depicted as relief. Although you found it odd, you didn’t bring attention to it, rather resting your head on your knees. You both sat in silence, the sounds of the surrounding area being the only thing that stopped the moment from being dead quiet. Once again, content with the peace, you feel your eyes drooping once more.

“You didn’t come out here to meet anyone?” Shadowheart asks, breaking the silence and waking you up once more. Confused by her question and unsure if you even heard her correctly, you turn your body and look at her. She was actually looking at you, her head turned in your direction. Although it might have been your mind playing tricks on you or wishful thinking, it seemed that her eyes were a green of jealousy. Nonetheless, she blinks and it seems that she hid whatever emotion she was harboring.

“What? Why would I come out here to meet someone?” You ask her, as she shrugs and turns her head away from you, looking at the lake again. Thinking you weren’t getting an answer in response, your mind begins to wonder with various questions. Trying to make sense of your thoughts, you let one slip past the barriers of your lips. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You ask, your voice much softer than you wanted it to be. Sounding much more hurt than you wanted to reveal, your mind and voice wanting to show her how her avoidance pained you. Though you hate to admit it, you are sure your face is showing that pain just as much as your voice did. She doesn’t move, mimicking that of a statute; Neither do you, not to turn to look at her, in fear of her seeing your face and you never getting an answer. You both sit there for a moment, your question leaving you feeling like you just shouted into the void and expecting an answer back. 

After a moment, she lets out a breath, seemingly holding it in. As if she was not expecting that question and didn’t want to answer it. 

“I do not think we can be together.”

Upon hearing her words, you feel as if your very soul was de-rooted so violently, that it took the very foundation of who you were down. The void answered, with a truth that you avoided and did not want. The truth that haunted you after you kissed her under the moonlight and the stars away from the party. Plagued your mind when you would think of who you were and who she was. It seemed to have shattered every thought, every wish, and every dream you had of holding her and that she hold you in return. With all of the shattering going on in your mind, you cannot utter anything else other than a simple, “Oh.”

“It’s just…” Shadowheart trails off, trying to find her words. She seems to struggle for a bit, so you decide to make it easier for her and leave. 

With the hurt of your body and heart and the threat of tears in your eyes, you stand up. Not wanting your not-lover to see you cry, you quickly wipe the tears that were threatening to fall out and sniffle. Washing off your feet of any sand, you place your sandals on and head back to camp, not caring that you are leaving her behind. Not noticing Shadowheart pulled her knees to her chest, as she rested her head into her arms. Unknowing of the inner turmoil that was going on between her mind and her heart; the war between her sprouting care and affection for you and the dedication she has to her faith.

The way back was agonizing, your heart heavy with hurt and your mind yelling for sleep while also overthinking every bit of interaction with Shadowheart. The more you walked, the feeling of more tears threatened to fall and let you shed every ounce of heartache and misery. Picking up the pace, you cannot help but think about your reaction.

Surely you could have handled this way better in theory, but in practice? Was Shadowheart so deeply rooted into your mind, that the mere rejection shattered you whole? Did you crave her affection so badly that even the cold sharp end of a knife stab would have felt better than this? No matter how frigid and distant she was, how did you not lose an ounce of interest in her? Would you betray your goddess, just to be within Shadowheart’s gaze? 

It seemed that as you asked more questions to yourself, the lack of answers seemed to spiral into more questions. However, you knew that you would never be able to answer the questions that spiraled in your mind. Eventually, you stumbled upon the camp, seeing Astarion was the only one up and about. His eyes turned to you, gaze softening at the sight of you rather than a rabid animal or an enemy trying to attack in the night. Upon seeing your expression, one of anguish and with tears already falling, his face morphs into concern for a moment before blanking.

“Did something happen, o’ fearless leader?” He asked, using the nickname he used to tease you once you were bestowed the mantle of leader. Maybe calling you your nickname was his way of comforting you. Not that you stood around long enough to find out. Rather than answering him, you decide to go straight into your tent. He makes a noise, one that sounds like he wants you to stop, but he doesn’t move from his spot. 

Once inside your tent, you head to your sleeping bag and tuck yourself under it. Not wanting to wake everyone, but also needing to let out your emotions, you opt to cry silently into your hands. Trying whatever way to muffle your sobs as they wracked through your body. Curled up into yourself, you eventually fall into a dreamless sleep.

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Upon waking up, you immediately notice the sunlight is more prominent through your tent's fabric. Finding this odd, you immediately sit up and try to leave your tent as fast as you can. Crawling to the tent flap, you squint your eyes at the bright light of the day, noticing that it is far past the normal time you awoke. You look up to confirm your suspicions and see that the sun is most definitely showing it was later in the day, almost to the midpoint of the sky. As you crawled out of the tent, emerging from the cocoon of emotions you barracked yourself in last night, you saw Wyll making his way to you. It took you a bit to stand up fully, while your body was mostly recovering from the longer-than-average rest, it was still sore from the battles and wandering you and your party had been doing these past weeks. The horned man was already in front of you by the time you stood tall, patiently waiting.

“Good morning,” He smiles softly at you. You nod back, your mood still somewhat in shambles due to your previous night's adventure. Rather, you had more pressing matters to attend to, such as-

“Why did no one wake me up?”

Wyll doesn’t say anything but stares at you with the same look.

“Astarion told us what happened last night,” He starts. Afraid of where this was going, you feel your heart and stomach plummet through the ground, possibly landing in the Underdark somewhere. Wyll seems to take notice of the mild panic on your face and corrects himself. “Rather, he told us you came back to camp a wreck. He told us he was unsure what could have distressed you so. Karalach and Gale were the ones to suggest that we leave you to rest.”

With his explanation, you start to relax a little bit. Of course, Asartion would tell everyone. Though you know you couldn’t be too angry at him, rather fond of the fact that he was worried. It warmed you a bit that even though the vampire elf kept his emotions to himself for the most part, he ditched that belief for just a moment and expressed worry. You make a mental note to thank him and work towards a better friendship with him. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind along with any residue of yesterday evening, you smile softly at Wyll.

“I appreciate that, thank you.” Your voice sounds way more stable than you thought it would be. “Though, in the future, I would appreciate being woken up, even if there is concern for me. After all, we don’t know how much time we have before the whole tadpole thing turns us into illithids.”

Wyll doesn’t say much, just hums and nods, before being called by Lae’zel. He whips his head before turning back to you with a shy smile, one that you return with your smile and shoo him away. He scampers to Lae’zel, leaving you alone still standing in front of your tent. You sigh and relax your body a bit before you head to go to the stash of food the camp keeps. After not eating much throughout the previous day, it was starting to catch up with you with your stomach growling. At the stash, you begin to look for something quick to fuel you before you attempt to cook anything. Finding nothing that piqued your interest, you decided to head into the forest to see if there was anything edible. As you were heading to leave the camp alone, you passed Karalach, whose back was to you. You step towards her and begin to call out to her, however before you can utter a sound you step on a branch, alerting her to your presence. Turning to the source, Karlach seems to move away from what-who she was interacting with. Just beyond Karalach was Shadowheart, with a look you cannot describe. You spend a while looking at her, so many mixed feelings rushing to you faster than anything you can describe. Before you got swept away in the tidal waves of emotions, Karlach’s voice snapped you out of the trance you were in. 

“Hey, soldier! How are you holdin’ up?” While her face had a big smile on it, it also had a look of concern. Turning your attention to the buff tiefling, you put on a strained smile before answering her.

“Better now that I’ve had more than 4 hours of sleep.” 

“Really?” Her shock was evident, as she shifted slightly so the front of her body was facing you. She makes a glance to Shadowheart, something you feel you cannot stomach to do at the moment. You nod and respond.

“Yeah…I was just about to head off.” 

“All alone?” Shadowheart says for the first time. Her voice rings in your ears as you feel your knees go weak for a moment. You cannot help but want to ignore her, to give her a taste of how she has made you feel; however, you decide against it, being in front of someone else.

 ‘That doesn’t mean I have to look at her.’ You reason to yourself before looking to the forest, trying not to make it obvious that you were avidly avoiding looking at her. “I wasn’t going to go far. Just wanted something light.”

Nothing is said for a moment before Shadowheart speaks again. 

“I’ll go wi-”

“There is no need. I can go alone.” You cut her off, your voice coming off more harshly than you expected it to. However you couldn’t find it in yourself at that moment to apologize, rather you say your quick goodbyes and leave. In your absence was a puzzled Karlach at the thick tension between yourself and Shadowheart. She doesn’t say much, still feeling the tension, quickly making up an excuse before leaving. In her wake was a Shadowheart who was staring off in the direction you took off in. Left in the shadow that she herself had cast upon you. 

However this time, the reason for it was known, and she had no one to blame but herself.

#shadowheart x tav #shadow x reader #im going crazy #this took forever #anyways #shadowheart is bad a feelings #like really bad #angst??? #at least it's my attempt at it #☾adoniswrites

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Poseidon x !Amphitrite! Reader

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(Angst no comfort) ( you are Amphitrite)

Im so terribly sorry for how bad this is

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Amphitrite, one of the 50 nereids and Poseidon’s wife. Everyone always thought how lucky you were to be his wife. But they were wrong. You tried. You really did even though no one saw it. Not even Poseidon.

You were the oldest nereid, so ofcourse Nereus and Doris were happy. They gave you a star shaped hair clip because it suited you’re hair color. You enjoyed your life with your sisters. You were often found playing in the waters or just looking at the beautiful sea creatures. You knew how you often got some more duties than the others because you were the oldest but you didn’t mind it. Until it came to marrying Poseidon. When you heard that Poseidon would come to the palace to pick a wife you found yourself indifferent to the information. You didn’t want to get married. You wanted to remain your peaceful life and maybe be a one of the virgin goddesses. Yet he picked you. Why? Why did he pick you? Only he knew the answer to that question. You looked at your father to maybe say something. He knew you didn’t want to marry but he didn’t say anything. Upon seeing the sight of your father not looking or even saying anything at you, you hoped maybe your mother would chime in to save you……But it never came. No one said anything as it was now confirmed that you had to marry Poseidon.

Then the wedding came. Your sisters helped you get ready. Even the goddess of love herself came to help you. Yet no one saw how unhappy you were. No one said anything. No one did anything about it. The wedding was totally not something you would’ve ever thought about. Slowly but surely the dreams you had faded away. The looks of the gods who were in distaste because Poseidon was marrying a nymph. Oh how they hated it. You were no goddess you were no were near them. You should’ve been happy, over the moon to even look at Poseidon. Yet you weren’t. Alright, maybe you were overreacting, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Maybe he was just putting up a facade. Right? You tried to convince yourself it was true that maybe everything will be alright. That maybe this was just not as bad as you thought it would be. Oh how naïve you are. When you arrived in the palace you saw the look on the face of the palace staff. Pity. They pitied you for what he would do to you. You tried to be what everyone wanted you to be. What he wanted you to be. You always tried to help him. Help the staff. Help anyone. Yet when it came to you no one even bated an eye. You did everything you could for anyone. You went out of your way to help Poseidon with paper work. When he was asleep you did his work so that maybe he would be a little less moody. Yet it always ended with the feeling of a sting on your cheek. You couldn’t help but cry. Even when he called you pathetic you never denied what he said. You loved him. You loved your Family. Yet none of them ever did anything.

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You were helping the palace staff with hanging the bed covers. However one of them flew away so you reassured the staff that you would get it. You grabbed the cover and covered yourself with it because it was so heavy. It felt warm. It felt cozy. It as if someone was embracing you. You kept thinking about how warm until one of the staff came to you. ‘Lady Amphitrite!’ You didn’t even turn your head as you just kept staring straight ahead. ‘Are you alright? My lady?’ She asked you as she noticed that you weren’t reacting to her. ‘……I sometimes just want to disappear….’ You told her honestly. She looked at you shocked and hurt. ‘My lady! Don’t say such things! You are very much appreciated!’ You didn’t even try to hide the fact that tears were rolling down your face. ‘I try…why does he hate me so much?…’ you started sobbing. How could a cover bring you to tears? This just proved how pathetic you were. You always had hoped that maybe someday things would be different. That you’d be happy. After all you never expected Poseidon to love you back but he didn’t have to make your like a living hell. You knew you were unloved and unlovable. But you still convinced yourself that maybe someday….just maybe the world would be kinder to you. You cried every day, for him. All for him. Perhaps you clung to false hope because you knew the real one was never there…

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You knew you weren’t going to make it out alive when you got married to him. Whether it would be Poseidon who got enough of you or the gods. You knew the end was near so you had nothing to be afraid about. After all there would be no one who would miss you. Poseidon never cared. So you would be doing everyone a favor right?

You were in your chamber staring outside when you heard your doors creek. You could hear the footsteps coming towards you but your eyes remained on the sight in front of you. ‘Not even going to great me? You lowlife.’ You already knew who’s voice it was and didn’t even bother to turn around. ‘Good day to you too, husband.’ You responded. ‘Tch’ was all he could say before he stood next to you. ‘Something you have to say?’ You asked him still not bothering to look at him. Poseidon noticed this and proceeded to do the same. ‘No.’ He responded looking at the fishies together with you. ‘Nice sight huh?’ You asked breaking the silence. ‘Hmmh.’ was the only thing he said as he kept looking at the fishes. It was kind of cute how most thing never even got his attention but when it came to sea life he seemed to almost have a strange spark in his eyes. You let out a little laugh as the fishies seemed to ignore his attempts at touching them. Upon hearing your laugh the fishies soon turned their attention to you ad they all started swarming around you. Poseidon simply looked at you and the fishies in amusement. The fishes began to cuddle you as they were all ignoring Poseidon’s presence. Poseidon slowly put his arms around you and began to gently pull you towards him. The fishies were now surrounding both you and Poseidon. Poseidon didn’t mind you as he was to busy looking at a group of goldfish. Perhaps he wasn’t all that cold? Poseidon soon began to spend more time with you. Much to your dismay as you had already given up on ever loving him again. He found you pretty strange as you had told him ‘Nothing can hurt you if you’re not here.’ He found himself a bit weirded out by you but as long as the fishies didn’t ignore him anymore it was fine.

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‘Proteus.’ Poseidon called for his trusted butler. ‘Yes? Lord Poseidon? ‘Call my wife.’ Poseidon told his butler. He was feeling a little generous today and had wanted to see his beloved wife. Proteus without objection immediately began to walk towards your room and when he opened the door he was met with a unpleasant sight.

‘Lord Poseidon!’ Proteus called out to Poseidon who was in his night wear. ‘What is it?’ Poseidon asked him a bit irritated that you weren’t there with him as he had asked to. ‘My lady…she.. she has been…’ Proteus couldn’t even come out of his words as he was still in shock of what had happend. Poseidon immediately barged into your room and saw you’re lifeless body. He couldn’t even say anything as a million questions popped into his head. Who would do this to you? And why? And how? All he could do was hold you in his arms as he muttered a very shaky ‘i’m so sorry.’ He noticed the knife in your hands as he had realized that you did this to yourself wich made him feel even more powerless and guilty. He let out a sob as he realized that he failed as your husband. Instead of being by your side he was the first to abandon you. Oh how wrong he was to treat you so poorly. Even the palace staff could only watch how Poseidon was shedding tears over you. They tried to convince him to let you go but he refused to do so as he couldn’t accept that you weren’t here anymore. Until it hit him about what you had said. The words still replaying in his head. ‘Nothing can hurt you, if you’re not here…..’ he should’ve known this sooner. He should’ve known you were never alright. But he didn’t and he regrets it.

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No one had noticed anything different about Poseidon. Still the ever stoic white blonde man. Except for his older brother. Poseidon was still standing in your room looking at the fishies. ‘Are you okay?…..’ Hades asked his brother with worry spread across his face. ‘…….I miss her….. I miss the sea.’ He responded still not facing his older brother as the only thing on his mind was you. ‘The sea is still there…Just without Amphitrite.’ Hades told him a bit confused by Poseidon’s statement. ‘I know but it was always different when she was here…She made it feel like home…’ Hades had already noticed the shakiness in his voice as he walked to his brother to comfort him.

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Thank yall for reading this. This was inspired by my mental breakdown so shoot out to that 😘

@lady-pani-dabaddie @viostar2095 @lotusmybeloved @monstertreden @posei-dont-mina @bimmiscourt

#snv poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv amphitrite #ror amphitrite #ror poseidon #amphitrite #coems🤑 #record of ragnarok #fuck poseidon all my homies hate poseidon #poseidon x reader #poseidon x amphitrite

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● Superbia II 

Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Twin Reader 

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warnings: Very much 18+. Incest, Smut, Truly terrible rich people being toxic to each other and others. 

A/N: Back in my dream house playing with my most toxic dolls. As mentioned above this includes smut, nothing too explicit but they're not exactly wrestling. Also, just a note to clarify that Daemon's wife in this story is not Laena. That woman is a goddess and a queen, and I could not drag her into this terrible relationship. I love her, and her relationship with Daemon too much to involve her in this nonsense. Hopefully you enjoy, if you do I will be eternally grateful ♡

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"Remove yourself from my bed, I have tired of you."

"I think you will find this to be my home, therefore my bed, so I won't be vacating it."

"Were you born an irritant?" She sighs, leaning against the headboard and looking down to her brother. "Or has it been a journey you've undertaken?"

He looks up at her from where he is laying, a lazy smile on his lips. 

"It is quite hard to take you seriously," He raises a brow. "when you look so ridiculous." He reaches up, fingers stroking her shoulder and gliding under the strap of her silk slip. "What is this?"

"You know perfectly well," She swats his hand away lightly. "don't think I can't see through your flimsy pretenses. I am not taking it off."

He laughs, closing his eyes and squeezing her shoulder before resting his hands on his stomach.

"You needn't. I'll still fuck you."

She rolls her eyes, moving her hand to his hair, gently stroking it. She is glad he has grown it, she always preferred it long. 

"Oh my dear brother," She murmurs, twisting her fingers in her hair, giving the blonde locks a gentle tug now and then. "Are we not yet too old for these games?"

"You have the option of ceasing to play, dear sister," Daemon retorts, one eye opening and meeting hers. "though we both know you will always join the game."

"Arrogance doesn't suit you," She tugs his hair. "there would be no games without players."

"Are there any further lies you wish to spout before you get over here?" He grins, closing his eyes and holding his hand out. "I'm losing patience."

She takes his hand, squeezing it. He looks so peaceful with his eyes closed. Like he could not possibly be capable of wrongdoing.

"Well patience is a virtue," She smiles as she sits up, slowly moving to straddle him. "I would not expect you to possess any to lose." 

Her slip is gathered around her hips as she slowly sinks down onto him, her eyes falling closed as her lips fall open. He surges forward, his arms coiling around her.

"This really is ridiculous," He murmurs, kissing her shoulder and gathering the soft material of her slip in his hands. "such things should not exist that obscure perfection."

She opens her eyes, looks down to him, her arms slowly stretching up into the air.

"So remove it," She grins. "free me."

He does not need to be asked twice.

They have enjoyed many lazy mornings together since her arrival at Dragonstone, just one week earlier. Her husband had been called away to his homestead to attend to a family matter, and she had decided to take her children to visit their cousins. 

She found the capital so achingly dull, when the walls started to close in around her she knew it was time for a break. She loved the freedom of Dragonstone, as did her children. She was a proud mother to twin boys and a daughter, the greatest gifts her husband had ever given her. They were born out of duty, but she loved them fiercely. 

They were sent ahead to Dragonstone with their nanny, a maid, and one of her bodyguards. She had written to her sister-in-law to inform her of their journey, after receiving the invite from her. To her surprise, and the surprise of most of the realm, Daemon had chosen a truly incredible woman as a wife. She was a true lady, possessing beauty, grace, charm and wit. She had given Daemon the most lovely twin daughters, and was expecting their next child.

She adored her sister-in-law, and her nieces. She had built a wonderful relationship with her brother's wife, and was a doting aunt to his children. 

But Daemon was hers first, he would always belong to her.

She writes to him to tell him when she will be flying out to Dragonstone. He meets her in the clouds with Caraxes, their dragons calling out to one another. They land in a field far from the castle.

They have lost time to catch up on, after all. She has barely dismounted from one dragon when another is between her legs. They keep it short, having an itch they both need to scratch. She picks the grass from her hair and flicks it at her twin, tells him he is no gentleman.

They arrive at the castle the image of perfection. She rushes to embrace her children in the great hall, feeling complete to have them with her once more. She greets her sister-in-law with warmth, carefully touches her swollen belly and shares in her excitement. She makes a fuss of her nieces, promising them she has brought even better gifts than those from her last visit.

She is shown to her room, the room she always stays in when she visits. Her children are on the other side of a door, Daemon is across the hall. She leaves the children with their nanny, adjourning to her room to bathe before dinner. It is remarkable to her how easily she feels at home, as though this is the place she belongs. She would love it even without Daemon's presence, he just gives it an extra pastime.

Her maid goes to fetch more hot water at her request, a knock on the door soon afterwards cannot possibly signal her return. She summons her visitor, lifting her arm and trailing her fingers along her wet skin.

She is not surprised at her brother's impatience. Once she gives him a taste, he will not stop until his cravings are satisfied. She keeps her eyes on him as she slowly lifts her leg from her bath. Her foot rests on the edge, she focuses her attention back on her arms. 

He kneels by her, places a reverent kiss to her foot before his fingers tread the water. She sinks further, closing her eyes and resting her arms over the warm edges of the tub. He is slow in his movements and she does not hurry him. They have the luxury of time with the thrill of a limit to it.

She lets out a low moan as his thumb swipes over her most sensitive point, her back arching under the water. He stands before leaning down to place a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes open and meet his. She slowly places her leg back in the water and flicks her hand in his direction.

He goes to see her children, the loving uncle. She adores him with them. He takes her boys to the skies on Caraxes, giving them a taste of what they have yet to claim. He lifts his niece onto his shoulders and charges around with her as she squeals with delight.

The thought of returning home is far from her mind. She has not yet satisfied all her cravings, she will only return once she has done so. There is much to enjoy on Dragonstone, it is not easily abandoned. 

The families join on the beach, the children play in the sand and the water, the adults watch with pride as the cousins play so harmoniously. 

She discusses possible names with her sister-in-law as they stroll along the beach. Daemon entertains the children, their laughter filling the air. She is asked if she would like more children. She says she is blessed with what she has, though another blessing would not be so undesirable.

She does so loathe the taste of tea, after all. 

Dinners on Dragonstone are more pleasant and relaxing than they are at home. There is a warmth around the table, there is joy and laughter and a sense of contentment. There are no guests to entertain and impress, no elaborate attires needed. 

When the children are taken to bed, she sits with her brother and his darling wife. He holds her hand, smiles at her when she speaks, treats her like any loving husband should. She deserves it, she has not proved to be unworthy of his love.

But she will not be the one laid out on the painted table late at night, the heat of the flames at her back fuelling her. She does not pull Daemon into empty rooms to amuse her. He does not spend his mornings laying in bed with her. 

That is reserved for his other half. 

"She'll be here soon, I should leave." Daemon mutters, unmoving from where he sits against the headboard. 

"So you will leave for her but not me," She raises a brow. "I must learn her tricks."

Her maid arrives before Daemon makes an attempt to leave. She does not make comment, as she does not any morning she finds the princess in bed with the prince. She places the cup of tea by the bed, giving her mistress a nod before leaving the room.

"Aren't you going to drink it?" Daemon asks, looking down to his sister. 

"I'm letting it cool." She tells him, resting her arms above her head and gliding her leg along the silk sheet beneath them. "kill the time with me."

He moves over her, she places her foot on his chest.

"I've had that," She smiles, gently pushing him back with her foot before raising her leg aloft. "I need to see if your skills have improved these last hours."

When the time comes for her return home, she decides she will sail with her children. She tells her dragon to fly home, watching him disappear among the clouds. 

She hugs her sister-in-law tight, tells her she can't wait for the next visit, to meet her new niece or nephew. She hugs her nieces, promises them she will be back soon, with the most amazing nameday present for them.

She kisses her brother's cheek, whispers a promise of a gift for him too.

 After all, a gift for him is a blessing for her, they are one.

#hotd #hotd fanfic #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon fanfic #i really could have just called this rich people vacation sex #that's basically it #plot? we don't do that here

[animefans-stuff]

Dating Hypnos would include

- Seeing as you guys seem to like the one about Ares. I wanted to try writing one for Hypnos.

Fandom; Hades / Greek mythology

Warnings; my terrible english, grammar mistakes, sleeping issues are mentioned once, Morpheus (NOT the Sandman version.) Is briefly mentioned along with Phobetor (personification of nightmares) and Phantasos (personification of inanimate objects), Nyx, Erebus and Thanatos are also briefly involved.

I know only so much about Greek mythology and google can only give me so many answers, so don't correct me. I'm writing this purely for fun, not to be corrected.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated. Other then that please enjoy :)

Hypnos as a partner would honestly be interesting.

If you struggle with any sort of sleeping issues. He'll gladly help you. As those type of issues are right up his lane!

So don't try lying to him. If he notices or is informed that you've been skipping out on your usually sleeping schedule. He'll merely chuckled and sent you into a deep slumber. With only the best dream's, thanks to his son Morpheus.

Speaking of Morpheus, he's most likely the first to figure out your relationship with his father. As he's noticed you've been dreaming of him (Hypnos). A lot.

He doesn't worry too much about it. As you don't seem aggressive or have aggressive intentions towards his father. But, as time goes on. He grows curious, and eventually asks Hypnos what the relationship between the two of you is.

Hypnos happily replied, saying that the two of you were together. With this new information, he quickly informs his brothers.

Phobetor doesn't exactly have much to say on your relationship with their father. They aren't upset nor are they too happy. As for Phantasos who also seems a bit more relaxed upon the news with their father and you getting together.

Thanatos is the next to find out, through the talk of mortals. And, he's genuinely happy for his brother. Following that, Nyx and Erebus, are surprisingly the last to find out. Them- being pretty good parents, unlike some. Each showed their satisfaction in their own ways.

Hypnos is said to be located in the underworld, were not a lot of mortals can enter and leave as they please, (with the few exeptions of warrior's like; Heracles, Orpheus, etc) so, with that being said. He often visits you during your dreams.

Or he'll wait until it's night to visit you. As he isn't too fond of the sunlight.

Whenever he does visit you, he'll shape-shift (so other mortals don't notice him). Into a form more comfortable for him. And recognizable enough for you, to know it's him and not some random mortal.

He'll also bring you the best pillows and blankets, made out of the softest cotton and wool. With the occasional poppy tucked inside.

Hypnos loves when you run your hands through the wing(s) located on the side of his head.

Speaking of the wing(s) on his head. The part that connects right above his ears can be very sensitive. So, please be careful not to pull or scratch too hard.

Although. It can be rare, Hypnos does get jealous of the occasional mortal or even other god/goddess trying to court you. And, when he is jealous, he becomes rather scary.

He'll simply puts them into a deep sleep, for at least an eternity or so. With the most horrific nightmare's known to both mortal and god.

And if they're lucky. They might just wake up.

#hypnos x reader #greek gods x you #greek mythology x reader #god of sleep #hades hypnos #greek myth

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Since its loki we are talking here, can we have loki lusting for his half sister, reader who is the goddess of lust and love. He does magic on her so he could do on her

Courtyard Shenanigans

Damn what a gorgeous evening tonight turned out to be. Its just what the fuck I need after the most grueling day of coming second to Thor in everything. Plus there's nothing more peaceful then enjoying the beauty of Asgard as the day settles out. Dusk makes the orange stained sky unsually gorgeous, infused with dusty pink clouds that cast the prettiest of shadows over the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. The crisp clear breeze seems fresher than any air I've experienced on any planet.

But trying to enjoy the phenomal view, as I step out into the courtyard, is short lived. Sus muffled grunts sound off from a few feet away, seemingly near the statue my worrysome mother insisted be created in my image. What or who the hell is that moaning in terrible pain?

Crouching low, I creep along the edge of the full shrubbery leading in that direction. I can't help my eyes transforming into saucers as I peek through the multi-colored rose bushes. Utter disbelief smacks me like a speeding freight train at the scene unfolding right before my eyes: my slutty half sister riding the fuck outta one of my guards face.

The lucky bastard is horizontal on the cemented circular bench that surrounds my stone doppelganger. His hand is flying at the speed of light on the pathetic member that sticks out through the guard uniform as you grind your clearly soakin wet pussy on his mouth; transparent rivelts drip from your oozing center down his chin to his neck. I'm not shocked that his lips are so damn red and raw from your treatment but from the way he moans into your core and fucks his fist is a clear indication of satisfaction. Piercing moans of approval get louder before you begin to speak out loud.

"Fuck, riiiiight there! Come on, cause you-ah!- finished allova yourselfself twice but haven't made me cum once. Haaaah, fuuuuu- mmm.. Shame on you soldier, maybe you need a little incentive."

I watch intently as you throw your head back on a moan with closed eyes and roll your neck counterclockwise. I rather soak you in your every move, purposely ignoring the wad of cum pooled around his balls. Your freshly done braids swing widly; cute, jet black nails grip his shoulder tight in your pleasure. The breeze gets stronger for a moment, swirling around the two of you in a glittery sheer sky blue mist before dissipating within seconds. When your lids reopen, eyes matchin the color of the sky, you stare upwards with an open mouth. The man beneath you seems to go insane, licking and sucking at your hungry little cunt like a starved man in the woods.

"Gods yes, so much better. Good boy, jus needed a little push huh? Thats it, aaaaah, lemmeuseyouuuuu!"

Fuck, your skin is radiate, glistens with perspiration from all your hard work. The humping of your hips makes your perfect soft flesh jiggle erratically. How I'd be perfectly happy to die right at this moment without making my way to Valhalla if it meant trading places with that insignificant bug. He has no idea how lucky he is to have the gift of YOU sliding what's gotta to be the the universe's most perfect pussy on his undeserving mouth.

The shocking incredulity surging through me at the scene seems very understandable, the raging boner however makes me pause. It's not the first one the little vixen has caused me but the guilt that comes with lustin after you is gut wrenchin.

Probably doesn't help that you appear to have strict orders to never come near asgardian clothing. Your fuckin itty bitty knitted baby blue top and salmon tinted scrap of cloth wrapped around your waist like a snug skirt damn nearhad me drooling. You are and always will be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Shouldn't be hard to guess why I'm relentlessly having to secretly grip my dick at the base almost every time I'm in your fuckin presence. I live in a life of hopelessly attempting to not nut in my royal robes because of you.

Damn, it's impossible not to witness how this plays out since I've yearned to be in the place of this unworthy fucker for years.. How I desperately wish it was my mouth you dragged your quivering quim allover like that. I'm entranced at the way you grip his medium length blonde locks and drag across his face even faster as you degrade him.

"Gonnacuuuuum! Oh God, finally! No thanks to youuuu, had to u-use my gifts jus to get the pleasure I yearn. Yeeeeees, stay right there! Ohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuk!"

My hands flies to grip my clothed dick firmly, this time to aid the nut trying to spray outta me instead of stifling it. It only takes a couple squeezes, along with the image of you leaning forward as the scum sucks your little clit vigorously; the flutter of your vacate gummy walls paralyzing me as my cream sprays 5 abundant globs into my mother's rose bushes. I thank the gods for your booming whine that helps to covers my perverted groan.

Your hips swivel a few more times before you drop her head back down and gracefully slip off his face. Taking a few steps back, you watch my soon to be fired guard gasp for breath; his hazel eyes are unseeing and dazed as fuck. So memorized by her orgasm, I'm estatic to notice I missed the small peckered fucker cum for a third time. It seems my little sister has also noticed, the way narrowed eyes trail to his dick and your cute little nose wrinkles in disgust.

"Leave us." She demands to him curtly before looking right into my soul through the thick bush.

As confused as he seems to be, head ducking left to right quizzically, the guard scrambles away as he hastily tucks his dick away. It would almost be funny if it werent for the sinking feeling in my gut. Nothing else to do except sheathe my still hard cock and reveal myself, I stand awkwardly and watch you fix your clothing to hide your drippy little slit.

"Come, brother." Y/n demands, finger crooked at me.

You step one leg over the bench and sit with it between your smooth chocolate thighs. Back straight with your nose in the air, you sit like a queen where that coward laid just a moment before. I walk over on stiff legs and do the same a few inches away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. The smell of your pussy lingering in the air entices my rock hard dick that taps impatiently underneath my clothing. Your stare on the side of my face almost burns but my guilt keeps me focused on the ground as you speak confidently.

"Why do you spy on me in my most private of moments, Loki? You must know it isn't proper of a brother to watch his sister do such things."

I swallowly visibly before answering.

"I'm- I'm sorry. It was not my intention. I came for air after a long day and heard noises of which I assumed were pain. Well, I thought.." I trail off uncomfortably.

"But you did not leave once you realized." You counter back.

My mouth open and closes as I fumble my response, cheeks feeling like they've been god damn torched.

"Well you- you knew of my presence and still concluded such distasteful acts, out in the open may I add." I shoot back, finally looking into your pretty, dark, almond shaped eyes.

"You didn't seem to mind as you stroked your fat cock to completion while starin in between my legs."

That stumps me as I sit gazing at your beautiful frame, mouth slightly agape. But you only giggle at me as you stand and prepare to exit the courtyard.

"Next time be more inconspicuous; my father wouldn't like to see you do such things. In fact I think mother would be amused even less." She teases me and turns to leave.

A snap of my fingers brings my statue to life. The stone scrapes loudly as it moves and grabs each of your wrists, locking them in place into the air. The way you stand there helpless and shocked does soothe my ego a bit, I can readily admit.

"You blame me as if you weren't gyrating allover that man's face like a common whore. Yes I lust after you, dear sister. But I know you do for me as well. Yet you charade around the castle flamboyantly, refusing to wear our royal attire. Instead insisting on donning tiny earthly garments and then bending in front of me every chance you get. You want me y/n and I'm sick of you pretending you fuckin don't." I say leaning in close, lips just half an inch from your own.

Already a bit agreeable, I sense how much our close proximity affects your state of mind. As tense as your flawless frame is, your gorgeous eyes shut and you lean in to try to kiss me. Before you can I raise my right hand, swiftly drawing a circle in the air with the tip of my finger, watching as glittery emerald green smoke forms a thin circle. I gently blow it into your face and you unknowingly inhale as I press my lips to yours lightly for a few seconds before pulling back. You try to follow, lips pouting as I deny your request.

"Lokiiiii. Kiss meeeeee." You whine, arms pulling at the stone hold on your wrists.

"Hmmm.." I pretend to think dramatically. "Beg me, sweetheart."

Your response is instantaneous.

"Please, big brother, pleeeeease! I want you, no NEED you so bad. Can I have your lips? No wait!Your cock? Pretty please? Promised to always take care of me right? Need you to take care of me now, Lokiiiii."

"Ok, Ok y/n. I'll give you what you want, but only if you answer a question. If you lie, you don't get my cock. Understand?"

"Yeeeees big brother." You slur back at me, lookin a bit dazed from my little homemade concoction.

"How many of my personal guard have you fucked?"

"Just the one you seen me with today. It was awful: he came with a quickness I couldn't have imagined. He's the only man I've ever been with." You answer honestly.

"Glad to hear I needn't murder my entire guard then. Alrighty, honey sit up a bit."

You do as I ask and I slide underneath your restrained body, taking out my leaking dick. I wiggle the shaft back and forth, smacking it against your plump soft brown ass cheeks. Fuck, your moans are like music to my ears and I curse myself inwardly as a feel a tautness in my groin from the way you frantically hump back at me.

"Please Loki, you promised me. One question and I answered. Gimme my dick. I've earned it, have I not big brother?"

That filthy fuckin mouth spurs me to lift you by your hips and rapidly poke my fat cock tip into your snug little hole. (Although he should fear my wrath, I am suddenly semi grateful for the foreplay my guard provided for how fuckin drenched you are now.) It feels so fuckin good.

The way you squeal and tremble has me mandhandling you with a tight grip, keepin you in place as I dig into the tightest pussy I've ever felt. It's so warm, so wet, just the most perfect little slit to ease into. I can't cease the breathless way I repeatedly grunt your name into the air of the courtyard loudly.

The tense sensation bubbling in my balls and pelvis quadruple and its my turn to whimper loudly. It's barbaric the way I fuck into you for the first time, carelessly crying my pleasure into the wind. Your wails are even more unhinged and it's a miracle that nobody has come by to see who's out here groaning like a wounded animal.

"Haaaaaah! OhmygodsLoki! Ohgodsohgods, so very good big brother! Just like my dreeeeams- aaaaahhhfuu-Loki!!!"

You've hit feral and I've only just got in all the way. Our chests heave simultaneously as I reach up to flick your little top out the way, watchin your breast flop out and shake uncontrollably at your attempts to fuck onto my cock. If not for my hold on your hips you'd most definitely would be successful in milking me within seconds. It shouldn't be this hard not to breed you but it's taking all my will power not to creampie my little sisters pussy.

"Y/n s-stop it, lemme-FUCK! Darling, please just lemme handle it. C-can't hold back if you don't keep still. Haaah, ohgods! Please sweetheart!"

The swiveling of your hips is gonna be my demise. All I can do is match your frenzied pace, pulling out only half way before slamming in each time. I know I'm giving my princess what she deserves as continuous praises for me spill over your plump lips.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyoubigbrother! Your cocks the best! I'm yours Loki, only your yours tohavetoholdtofuck! Ohgods! You'resofuckinamazing!"

The whiny dirty words, plus the way your soaking wet pussy puts my spasming dick inna chokehold makes me lose all concentration. The stone statue releases its grip on you and falls back into place as if it never moved and inch.

Your quick to lean forward on my chest, one hand slipping down to rub at your sticky little clit as your hips never miss a beat in their delicious torture. Its almost pathetic when you cum on the first stroke of that throbbing button, except im grateful because there was no way I could hold out for much longer.

"I'mcummingLoki! Yesyesyes, cumming on your cock big brother! Feelssogood! Ah ah ah! Mmm yeeeees Loooki!"

Warmth spreads throughout me as you put your pretty face in my neck and fuck the shit outta me. Fuck the tables have turned, high pitched moans flowing from me as I stare into the sky blankly as you force me to creampie your tiny little cunt. I'm gasping through my groans as I try to breath through this intense fucking orgasm.

"Y/n haaaah oh Gods, y/n! Suchabrat for thiiisss. Gonna make you pay little girl. Ohfuuuuck, big brothers gonna get you back.."

Gush after thick gush pours into you as my arms drop limply to the ground. My hips quiver and I can't control the small humps they give as I fuck my heavy load into you. I don't notice how the last of the sunlight slips behind the castle, dimming the courtyard. It's hard to observe anything other than my cock becoming overstimulated from cumming twice so powerfully within just a few minutes.

"Ah, ah, ah y/n! Waaaaait darling, gimmeasecondplease! 's too fuckin good, haaaah! Please pretty girl, need a moment." I beg unashamed, head thrashing from left to right.

Thankfully your hips circle to a slow halt, but you dont immediately release me as you did the guard. I can admit I am less than pleased at the way you sit up and look down at me sinisterly while I suck in air desperately.

"No fair big brother, you used your powers on me.." You say in-between heaving breaths as I look at you in shock. I had no idea you knew..

Your hypnotizing eyes swirl with that tantalizing sunset color as the shimmering blue mist appears again but this time surrounding the two of us thickly.

"Now I wanna use mine on you."

OH. FUCK.

#loki x reader #loki x black!reader #black reader #black fanfiction #all readers #smut #lick my pussy #pussylicker #pussy eater #public fun #watcher #spying #creamp!e #breeding k1nk #spells #spellcasting #magic

[7-wonders]

In Waking Hours

Roommate!Calliope & GN!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Calliope's planning to enjoy a nice, quiet evening sitting outside under the moon and enjoying her relative freedom when she sees you still haunted by a particularly brutal nightmare. Plans change, because she's not about to let you face the worst parts of her former husband's realm alone, obviously.

Word count: 3.6k

A note from the author: (You don't have to, but you'll have a lot more backstory if you read To the world we dream about first)

Shitty summary but you have a nightmare and Calliope's like "well this is my emotional support human so I can't not help!" WOW this is the first time I've felt truly inspired when writing in months. S/o Calliope girl hope I'm doing you proud by giving you the stories and love you deserve.

So, I know that this isn't going to get a lot of love since there's no actual Morpheus in this, just mentions which means my normal tags can’t be used, but I love this little fic-verse I've created so much that I have to write it. (All this is to say please show this fic some love if you enjoyed!!!) This isn't romantic, but there are definitely romantic fics in the pipeline. The nice thing about a loose fic-verse is that there are plenty of fics for you to read if you don't want an eventual throuple :)

(But hopefully there will be plenty of fics for you to read if you do want an eventual throuple)

I would be remiss to not shout out the reason this fic-verse exists in the first place and the person that I can talk about any and every random fic idea with, the lovely @ivandra-winters! Thank you, thank you, thank you for everything.

Calliope doesn’t really sleep well anymore.

Not that she needs sleep in general. She’s a goddess, after all, and divine beings such as herself only sleep because they want to, because they feel like indulging in all the wonders available to them upon closing their eyes. Few things truly and regularly excite beings of myth, but the Dreaming is one of those few things. Only very rarely, such as in cases of extreme injury, do they need to sleep. Mostly, sleeping is a comfort, a way to pass the time.

In the early days of her imprisonment, after Erasmus Fry first captured her, Calliope thought that she would use sleep for both. Though her relationship with her husband had ended about as terribly as a relationship can end, the Dreamlord had never reneged on his promise to always give Calliope the sweetest of dreams. She would rest, then, and find a distraction and comfort in the Dreaming until someone, be it her sisters or her mothers or somebody seeking her favor, would save her.

Then, she found out all the terrible things one person can do to another while they’re unconscious.

Even though she’s now safe, the once-familiar action no longer comes easy to her. Almost every time she’s tried—and those have been few and far between—she wakes up in a panic before she can fall asleep enough to even make it to the Dreaming. When she closes her eyes, she sees them once more. Both of them, Fry and Madoc, taking what was never theirs in the first place. She feels their cruel, rough hands on her body, hears their voices demanding that she give them inspiration for their works. 

(Works that she wishes would be little more than drivel. But no, nothing inspired—forcefully or not—by her could ever be drivel. They’re wild successes every time, and so the men just continue to take take take until Calliope thinks that she has nothing left to give. But she does, because she is the Muse of Epic Poetry, and for as long as people still believe in her, she shall be a source of inspiration. And so she continues to be drained like a tree of its sap, an essence so integral to her being that she knows not who she is without it. Until one day, when Madoc returns to his home ranting and raving—and there is a knock at the door.)

Calliope’s been doing some reading on the device that you gave her, the one that’s like a digital library, and she believes she might have what today’s humans call Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The inability to sleep, the flashbacks, the ever-present hum of vigilance that still thrums under her skin and warns her that the threat might be just around the corner—it’s all there, and it’s all her. It’s humiliating to think about it as a possibility, and more humiliating still to see herself in the words written. 

Goddesses shouldn’t have trauma! They shouldn’t even be in a position where trauma could be inflicted on them! She misses the age when she was at her strongest, the age when people worshipped the very ground she walked on, dropping to their knees in reverence and begging for her gifts.

But that world is long gone, and Calliope has landed in a new one that is entirely foreign to her. Slowly, though, she likes to think that she’s adjusting. Since the night is long and sleeping is not an option for her at present, she finds other ways to pass the hours when the rest of the world rests. The 21st century is new and exciting, and there is much to catch up on. 

Not only is she learning more about this new world, but she’s also learning herself all over. There are hobbies that she gets to discover once more, enjoyments that she forgot were hers. She listens to music (music now is…very different from even a hundred years ago, but there have been some works that she enjoys) and reads—not just the books that tell her things about herself that she does not wish to hear, but she reads epics! And poetry! How she missed poetry; that special language so near and dear to her, the words of her most favorite patrons. She reads all that she can get her hands on, good and bad, for the simple pleasure of being able to read once more.

Oftentimes, she simply enjoys the quiet at night. She basks in the knowledge that she can do what she wants, when she wants, with nobody lording over her or imposing their will. Yes, she is still technically bound to a human, but that is a non-issue. Calliope knows with absolute certainty that you have no idea of who she is or what Richard Madoc had done when he declared that she was your problem now.

She likes living with you, though it has been an adjustment being what you call a ‘roommate’ instead of a captive. Whereas the two men (if such brutes can be referred to as men) had been the worst of humanity, she finds humanity endearing when she sees it through your lens. How can she not develop a fondness for you, with how earnestly you try to include her in your life and make her feel like she belongs? 

There is also some level of comfort to be gained from the blissful ignorance you live in, the way that you believe your world to be black-and-white with no potential of the things you were taught to be nothing more than myths and stories. To you, such tales don’t exist—Calliope, the Muse, doesn’t exist—and Calliope, the woman, feels that she is able to let her guard down for the first time in a long, long time.

At times, she can feel your desperation for some sort of inspiration, lost as you attempt to complete your studies. It is comforting to know that you have no idea the being that you now share a home with. It is even more comforting to know that she has the choice of whether to grant you some inspiration or not. 

Tonight, Calliope decides for herself once more, and thinks that she would rather like to sit outside on the patio and enjoy the late night. With her mind made up, she sneaks out of her bedroom with a blanket in one hand and a book in the other.

“Oh!” Calliope gasps in surprise, startled upon seeing a figure sitting on the couch. 

Moonlight shines through the curtains that were most definitely closed a few short hours ago and illuminates your face staring out at the dark. She relaxes, but her fear immediately shifts to concern upon seeing what look to be tear tracks drying on your face.

“Hey. I’m sorry.” Just as she suspected, your voice is thick with tears. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Do not apologize,” she lightly chastises you. “Are you alright?”

You nod and use your sleeve to wipe under your eyes. “Yeah.”

It’s obvious that you’re planning on leaving it at that, which simply won’t do. Calliope levels you with a stare (a ‘mom stare,’ you teasingly referred to it as the first time she used it, without knowing how true your words were. One day, she thinks, she’ll tell you about Orpheus. Once the pain of losing him stops hurting so much) that you try your hardest to act unaffected by. You sigh after a moment, knowing that the fight is lost.

“I had a nightmare,” you admit. “And like, I’m not a little kid anymore. So why did this nightmare scare me so badly that I literally woke up and jumped out of bed in fear?”

Well, that explains why she heard a noise of surprise from your room, followed by a loud thump. She assumed that you hadn’t yet gone to bed, that you were up late finishing a project or just plain procrastinating your sleep. Why your late night required what sounded like the moving of furniture was beyond her. But no, instead, you’ve found yourself at the whims of a nightmare. 

Nightmares are not something that Calliope has a lot of experience with. She’s met nightmares, of course. With how much time she spent in the Dreaming, it was a foregone conclusion that she met a nightmare or two. And when they weren’t performing their duties, a lot of them were really quite nice!

(The only nightmare she truly could not stand was her former husband’s most beloved creation—The Corinthian. He…creeped her out, for lack of a better term. It wasn’t just the ocular mouths, though those were also chill-inducing. Rather, it was his entire demeanor. Like he was simply playing nice, biding his time before he could go in for the kill. She was glad to have never seen him again after the end of her marriage.)

But has Calliope ever actually dealt with a nightmare? The lives of immortals are long (obviously), and while she may have once had nightmares when she was very young, it was so long ago now that she can’t remember any particulars. Even when her own son was young, nightmares were not truly a concern. Though she and Morpheus had mutually agreed that he needed to sleep like a normal child at least sometimes in order to aid in his development, the very first time his little brow creased and frightened whimpers began to well in his throat, that decision was quickly forgotten in favor of comforting the boy and assuring him that nightmares would harm him no longer.

So, while it’s true that she does not have much experience with nightmares, what little experience she has had helps her to know just how frightening they can be—and how frightened it’s made you. 

“Would talking about it make you feel better?” Calliope asks.

You shake your head resolutely, determined to keep your fears to your chest. “I don’t remember it anymore.”

For many mortals, dreams and nightmares do not follow them out of the Dreaming. They may remember snippets of it, or certain emotions, but often, they fade away in the few hazy moments after waking. It’s pretty obvious that this isn’t the case for you, however. You continue to hold yourself tense, as though whatever had troubled you while you slept would reappear at any moment. Calliope has also seen you deep in thought a couple of times now, and the way you were looking outside when she first stepped out of her room was the same way she had seen you look when trying to complete schoolwork or focus on making something complicated. 

Up until now, you’ve tried so hard to always be positive and to make your home and yourself as comforting as possible so that Calliope may have the best possible environment to heal. She appreciates it—this new life she’s found herself in has truly been conducive to recovery—but now, she struggles to watch you try to keep up this facade so as not to lay your upsets upon her. She wishes that you would, though; that you would feel like you can confide in her the same way that you have made her feel towards you. After all that you’ve done for her, you deserve to feel like you have gained a friendship. 

Calliope will let you keep your secrets, then, even though this means that particular avenue of help is closed—she will not force you to do anything that you do not want to do. She moves on to Plan B, into the kitchen where she fumbles around until finding the kettle. Filling it with water, she places it on a burner and turns the stove on. Though she’s still not very confident around newer inventions like kitchen appliances, she’s proud of the fact that she’s slowly learning.

At the sounds, you peek up from the couch. “What are you doing?”

“What you’ve done for me when I find myself particularly upset,” she says, fetching two mugs from the cupboard.

“You’re making me tea?” Your voice sounds strangled, as though you can’t imagine why she would be providing you this small comfort.

You first started making tea for Calliope on the night that she technically became ‘yours.’ After locking herself in the bathroom and scrubbing her skin raw under the stream of hot water until she was sure that every inch of her body was clean from the DNA of another, she spent an interminable amount of time just enjoying the knowledge that she was now safe. While it was true that you were still practically a stranger, she had lived for long enough now and had honed her gifts well enough to be able to get a good read of a person’s intentions.

From the moment that she met you, you held none of the same ill will as the others. No, your immediate concern had been making sure that she was warm. When was the last time somebody cared for how she felt? She watched intently as you grabbed a coat from your vehicle, sure that, at any moment, your intentions toward her would change. Though she didn’t believe that she had the power (both strength and will) to fight you off, she would not be caught off-guard if it came to that.

But it never did. You simply wanted to make sure that she was out of harm’s way. You concluded on your own that whatever had happened to her in that house, at the hands of the man you called your professor, was horrific. To you, Calliope was a woman, battered and scared, with nothing to her name and nowhere to go. It was the obvious option to offer her food and shelter, to ensure her safety, simply because it was the right thing to do.

Still, even after your show of immense kindness, she did not want to face you, for some part of her was waiting for the inevitable. When you would demand the use of her gifts, wanting inspiration and fame and power and riches. She was dreading the potential that you were simply another human wanting to take take take. So she waited until the water ran cold and she was shivering. Even then, it took until she physically could stand the water no longer for her to finally make slow moves to get ready to leave the bathroom. Toweling herself off and putting on the borrowed clothes (clothes that actually covered her skin, so much more than the satin slips that she had been granted by her former captors) could only take so long, so with a heavy sigh, she steeled herself and opened the door.

There was no sign of you, however, and a quick glance at the light from under the closed door of one bedroom indicated that you were inside. The only sign of life that proved that you were once in this space was a plate and a mug sitting on the counter. When Calliope cautiously got closer, she saw a note next to them. 

“Made you some dinner and tea. I’ve always been told that tea (or your preferred hot beverage of choice) can do wonders for making you feel better, and I’ve found that to be true a few times now. Sweet dreams!”

Your name was signed at the end, along with what looked like a drawing of a smile.

Aware of the very real possibility that this could be a trap—Fry, after all, had first tried to woo her before taking what he believed to be his by force—she hastily grabbed the ceramicware and made off to the room that you had called hers. She had no real need for food, of course, nor for bathing. But they were those same creature comforts that not even the gods were above, and beyond sporadic, cold baths, they were creature comforts she had been denied for over sixty years. Calliope would take any that she could get, especially when they were (seemingly) freely given. Unfortunately, she was not in a position to spurn such gifts right now.

These gifts kept coming, without an expectation of anything in return from her. She was free to take whatever she wanted, go anywhere she liked, do anything she wished. And you were always there to cheer her on and encourage her, with a smile on your face and (when she wanted it) tea in hand.

“‘Make’ should perhaps be used loosely.” She smiles sheepishly, back in the present as the kettle begins to warm. “Depending on how much of your help I shall need after the water boils.”

You wrap a blanket around yourself and make your way to Calliope. “Then we’ll make it together.”

After the tea has been successfully prepared and you’re both settled back on the couch with a large blanket shared between you, Calliope asks, “Do you have nightmares often?”

“Not like when I was little. I was one of those kids that had night terrors, y’know?” She doesn’t know, because she has never heard of them more beyond being mentioned in passing when she was still wife to Dream of the Endless, but she nods regardless. “Apparently, I would just scream and shake until I ran out of breath and woke myself up.”

“I am so sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. Like most kids with night terrors, I never remembered them.” You take another sip from your mug. “This is good tea, by the way.”

“You are the one that determined when the tea was done steeping.”

“Yeah, but you boiled the water, which is an integral part of tea-making.” You smile at her, the first smile she’s seen from you tonight, and it makes her feel a little better, like she’s doing something right. “So well done.”

You fall quiet, having said what you wanted to say regarding your nightmare and choosing instead to enjoy your tea. Though you’re content with companionable silence, Calliope is not. She feels like she should be doing more to help you, to comfort you. Caring for another, helping someone to feel better, does not come easily to her like it once did. She has been burned for too long now, that caring nature snuffed out early on in her imprisonment. But slowly, like the first blades of grass pushing back through the soil of a blackened landscape after a wildfire, new life has started to grow in the middle of this scorched area of her heart. She wants to help you, to care for you. 

She wants to make you feel better.

“My younger sister, Thalia, is far better at this than I,” Calliope admits with a sigh.

“Better at what?”

“At cheering people up.” 

Indeed, Thalia did not preside over comedy for no reason. Many times over the years that she’s been unwillingly away from her family, Calliope found herself wishing that Thalia would be right next to her. She loves all of her sisters equally, but Thalia would have effortlessly known what to say or told an anecdote that would have made her imprisonment easier. Perhaps it would have even given her the extra strength needed to truly fight and find a way out.

You bump Calliope’s shoulder with your own. “You’ve done a really good job of that yourself, Cal.” 

She feels her chest warm, both at the compliment and the term of endearment. Somewhere along the way, you (and your friends, who are just as kind and welcoming to her as you have been) adopted a nickname for her. This is new for her—prior to her imprisonment, she was Calliope, eldest of the Muses Nine, Beautiful-Voiced, Chief of All Muses. She has always been Calliope. But now, sometimes she is Callie, or Cal. Those who call her this do not know that they are in the presence of a goddess, that she should be commanding the respect that she deserves from mortals who believe her one of them.

Instead, she finds that she loves having a nickname.

“You have…eight sisters, right?” you ask.

“Yes. Thalia is the second youngest.” Calliope has only spoken about her sisters in the most vague of ways, hesitant to reveal too much. Telling you the names of a sister or two certainly won’t hurt.

“It must be so much fun when you’re all together.”

Calliope smiles wistfully, feeling that familiar pang of homesickness. “It is. There are lots of laughs shared, and we all leave with enough stories to last until we see one another again.”

It hits her almost as soon as the words leave her mouth: There is something that she can do to help. She can do what she does best, that which is her chief function. She can tell you a story. Already the words come to her, the tale writing itself within her, nestled right at the hollow of her throat, and just waiting for her to speak it aloud. Her inspiration, her gift, is used on herself for the first time in a long time, and as her mind goes to work, she remembers why it is that she is so coveted. It feels intoxicating to think up a story once more, to be inspired to create. It’s an old feeling, one that was once so familiar to her, that it feels quite like a homecoming for her to be experiencing it once more.

“Have I ever told you of the wager that Thalia and our sister Mel once had?” she asks, baiting you.

You look at her curiously and take said bait. “No.”

Calliope smiles, feeling her power hum within her as, for the first time in a long, long time, she prepares an epic of her own. “Well, it started one summer…”

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So Cold

Pairing: mainly Jake Lockley x fem!Reader (established relationship), Steven Grant x fem!Reader & Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, suggestive stuff [making out, dirty talk, smutty undertones etc], gun violence, car accident, near death situation [drowning], angst, vulgar language, mentions of blood, hospitalization, character death [you and the moon boys will be fine], hurt/comfort

Word Count: 9,5K

Summary: Your date gets interrupted by Jake’s enemies and you end up trapped underwater.

A/N: Not my best but this concept has lived in my head rent free for weeks. @davosmymaster​ has been lovely enough to brainstorm with me and also help me with most of the Spanish parts <3 Any and all mistakes are mine!!! 😤

Please don’t come at me for any technical stuff. I don’t know what it’s like to be in a car that’s stuck underwater nor am I a medical expert (I’m basing it on personal experiences). Just enjoy the vibes <3

YOUR POV

“Jake, oh my god!” Your laughter filled the car and his ears, his name fitting somewhere in between the joyous erupts. The sun was setting below the horizon, directly in front of you as the final rays of the day bounced off the deep, dark sea. Everything was golden with hints of pink and orange. Late autumn leaves were carried by the gentle wind, cascading down onto the ground and some landing on the hood of the vehicle surely to be blown away when you’d eventually drive home.

When he looked at you trying to contain your adorable laughter after the terrible joke he told only moments earlier, he swore he felt his heart expand in his chest. Tearing his eyes off of you was impossible, not even the picture perfect sunset being a match to you, the love of his life smiling so wide it reached your eyes. If telling bad jokes always made you laugh like that, Jake would never stop.

Jake was happy.

Truly happy.

He hadn’t known this kind of love and pure bliss prior to meeting you. Before, his existence consisted mainly of protecting others and dealing with the worst of the worst. Every touch he felt was rough and cold, with violent intentions. When he felt your loving touch, he was hooked. It took time but Jake learned to long for it. Jake hadn’t lived much for himself nor had anyone ever protected him. Not that he really needed protection, not like that. But the way you loved him and made him feel was enough. You protected his heart.

That day had been wonderful so far and there was no doubt in his mind that the night would be just as good. Since it was Jake’s day, he had taken you out on a date to surprise you. Sure, there were some bumps on the road; the restaurant he had wanted to take you to was closed due to water damages, the plumbing had seen better days at that place. 

That didn’t stop you, no. You and Jake opted for fast food instead and drove to a remote area to watch the sunset and eat your food in the car instead. Sure, it had felt a bit ridiculous to walk into a fast food place in your fancy clothes but in a way, it was amusing. The heels, the dress, the suit Jake was wearing that made it hard for you to keep your hands off of him. If the weather had been nicer, you would’ve eaten outside but winter was nearing quickly. Staying in the car where it was warm, especially when you were only in a thin dress, was much better.

Somehow, that was one of your best dates so far. Just the two of you, the sunset and a lot of privacy which allowed opportunities for you to get all touchy and hands-on with each other without being judged by strangers. Jake never loved the way some people, especially other guys, would look at you. He couldn’t blame them though, because you were an absolute goddess. He felt so lucky to be with you, to be able to call you his girl. People who knew what was best for them knew not to even think about getting between you and Jake. The same applied for you and Marc and Steven. The harmony you all had was beautiful and nothing could possibly disrupt that.

Even the music was excellent tonight because the car was connected to your Spotify account. Jake had put some of his favourite songs in the queue. Right now, you were listening to a tune he always loved to sing and whistle around the flat, más allá del sol. It reminded you of the time he had completely surprised you one evening as he played the song and swayed with you in the living room. Jake Lockley was more romantic than you had ever expected him to be - and you loved everything about it.

“You have something there,” Your laughter faded after a while and you pointed at Jake’s cheek with a mischievous smile on your face. It was clear as day you had something up your sleeve.

“Here?” Jake raised an eyebrow, playing along. He pointed past the moustache he had been growing. They had decided to let their facial hair grow after they all learned how much you liked that. Besides, it looked good. Fantastic, actually.

“More like…” You began as you leaned closer to Jake and wrapped your hand around the black tie around his neck. As said, you two were definitely overdressed for a fast food date. Then you tugged at it, pulling Jake’s face close to yours.

“...right here,” You whispered and shamelessly kissed his cheek, concealing the fact that there hadn’t actually been anything on his face. You just wanted to kiss him. There was no harm in that, right?

Jake felt all warm and fuzzy inside when your lips pressed against his skin. He was sure you were able to tell it made his cheeks heat up, not that he’d admit it. The fact that you were acting like this just to smooch his cheek made Jake feel a lot of things. He wanted to return the favour before you’d drive him mad with your little antics.

“If you wanted a kiss, mi amor, you could’ve just asked,” Jake explained. Yup. He had definitely turned soft but he didn’t mind because it was all for you. He looked in your eyes, willing to get lost in the beauty and mystery that was hidden in them, something magnetizing behind your coated lashes that tried to captivate him time after time - and it worked. They said eyes were the doors to one’s soul, there was no doubt about that when he gazed into yours.

“Making you blush is more fun,” You teased. Of course, you did.

“Oh come here you,” Jake had finally reached the point of not being able to keep his hands off of you any longer. He cupped your face with his hands, fingers resting against the back of your head as he kissed you. It was fierce and passionate, a kiss that instantly took your breath away and wiped away the playful gleam. That was replaced by a burning desire, a need that only he could satisfy and you were willing to do anything for.

Jake’s tongue slipped past your lips as he tasted you, his needy and unabashed kiss making you moan. Not even the music could hide the fact. Your closed your eyes and tilted your head, needing him to get closer somehow. In a desperate attempt, you tangled your fingers in his dark locks, pulling him closer while also holding onto him for support as the kiss threatened to make you swoon. Just one kiss was all it took, the feeling of his soft stubble poking lightly against your skin and his hands now roaming down your body, toying with the straps of your dress.

As Jake pulled back from the kiss with glistening lips, it was his time to smirk.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Jake wondered in a low voice, sending shivers down your spine. It didn’t help that his breath landed on your neck, making you think about just how amazing his lips would feel on the sensitive skin. The answer to his question was quite obvious but he thought it was fun to tease you too.

“Please,” You nodded, running your fingers down his neck and then beginning to work on loosening his tie, “I’ve wanted you from the moment you walked out the house in this suit.”

“Really?” Jake acted surprised, peppering light kisses on your neck, right above your increasing pulse and inhaling the sweet, sweet scent of your perfume, “Maybe I should wear it more often. Had no clue you so into men in suits.”

“Liar,” You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he knew what he was doing.

“Well you’re in luck, cariño,” Jake rolled one strap off your shoulder, kissing the newly exposed skin rather tenderly, “because I’ve been thinking about fucking you dumb ever since you put this dress on.”

This was the Jake you knew, being so shameless with his words yet the boldness did wonders to you. Those words went right to your core. If he kept talking to you like that as his lips were on a journey to touch every inch of your skin, you weren’t sure you’d be able to wait until you got home. You needed him now.

“Jake…” You whimpered his name, feeling your heart thundering in your chest. It wouldn’t be the first time you two got adventurous outside the flat but you wanted to make sure no one could accidentally see you.

Jake knew that. There was no way in hell he’d ever expose you like that, not when he knew what kinds of creeps existed out there. With a quick glance, he looked past your shoulder and in the side mirror. Now that the sun had set, it was darker outside but not dark enough to let anyone hide in the shadows. In fact, it made it clearer than before that there was a car nearby, parked sort of behind you two. That was definitely odd as your car was blocking the view, there was no sensible reason for anyone to be there.

When Jake put his hand on your thigh and sat up straight, you just knew something was wrong. The look on his face said it all. It’s like his mind shut out everything else and focused solely on the fact that you had to get away.

“What’s going on?” You tried to look behind and out the window, but Jake didn’t let you. He urged you to fasten your seat belt as he started the engine with a roar.

The people in the other car realized they had been caught. Their headlights turned on when they prepared to follow you for whatever reasons they had. It couldn’t be good. Suddenly the mood had gone from excitement to genuine fear. The kisses and butterflies had flown out the window, replaced by confusion and worry. Jake got on the road and began speeding up immediately, knowing the best option was to put distance between you and the people who had interrupted your date.

“There’s a gun in the glove box,” Jake told you with a flat tone. He tried so intently to stay neutral for your sake because he didn’t want to scare you. Jake recognized the car that was now tailing you and that plagued him. If anything happened to you now, he would never be able to forgive himself.

“A gun?” You didn’t know why you were surprised. As the initial shock disappeared, you followed the unspoken instructions and opened the glove box. Just as he had said, there was a gun there. The sight made you feel uneasy. What was happening?!

“Do you remember how to use it?” Jake wondered, needing to know that in case things got ugly.

“Are you serious right now?”

“It’s a yes or no question!” He snapped, not meaning to sound so harsh but neither of you had time for bickering. As he took a look in the rear view mirror, he saw the car coming closer and closer. Cars. There were more of them now, each car speeding toward you at a dangerous rate. Something flashed in the reflection. They had a gun too. Most likely guns.

“Yes! I remember how to shoot, Jake.”

“Good,” Jake hit the gas pedal, taking a rough turn to the right. The road was bumpy and in terrible condition, leading you down the hill. There was water surrounding it which meant that this road was the only way out of there. Either that or a swim in the cold, murky water that was quite the long fall away. Walking through the woods wasn’t an option either.

“Joder!” Jake cursed, angry at the fact he hadn’t noticed the car earlier. His mind jumped to the worst places, thinking about every possible scenario from start to finish. Every what-if was already taunting Jake. What would’ve happened if they had gone by unnoticed for longer? What did these people want from him? From you? Guilt was already creeping up to Jake, squirming underneath his skin like a worm and making him feel sick.

He should’ve been more alert. Letting his guard down for just one damn day had been foolish. Jake couldn’t believe this was happening.

You shook your head in disbelief as you stared at the empty road ahead, squeezing the gun in your hands. Although you were prepared to fight, your mind tried so desperately to distance itself from what was going on. The weapon was heavy in your soft hands. You didn’t want to use it but knew you would if someone threatened to hurt Jake. The thought of anyone wanting to hurt him made you sick, it sparked a raging fire you would never be able to tame. So you took a few deep breaths, chasing away the crippling fear that threatened to get the best of you. This was not the time to freak out.

“I'm sorry, mi vida,” Jake hadn’t meant to snap at you but the situation was stressful to say the least. Stress brought out a different side of him. Jake was a protector to the core but he wasn’t used to working like this. Jake preferred going solo against these assholes. Surprisingly gently, considering the circumstances, he reached out to grab your hand, giving you a squeeze before taking the gun away from you. That was simultaneously a relief and incredibly alarming.

“Who are they?” You wondered, trying to put the pieces together, to focus on facts instead of the terrifying and unreliable conclusions in your head. Everything happened so fast. One moment you had been all over each other and now some shady people were tailing you. Jake was holding the gun. You were awfully aware of your own breathing and it became more and more difficult to control it.

“Bad people,” Jake groaned, being vague on purpose. He was aware of the fact you weren’t doing well and it was killing him on the inside. Truly, it shattered his very soul to know you must’ve been scared out of your mind, not knowing the whats and whys. You had done nothing wrong and yet here you were, being hunted like an animal. If only he had a chance to comfort you, he would’ve. Right now though, he could only focus on getting rid of these people and driving far away from here.

As if to confirm what Jake just said, a shot echoed and the rear window shattered. It was loud and it made you flinch. In an instant, Jake pushed your head down as far as you could go, not giving those people a chance to aim at you. He’d rather catch those bullets in his arm than to have them anywhere near you.

He made sure the road ahead was clear so he didn’t have to focus on steering for the next second or two. Another gunshot was heard which came from Jake’s gun. This one was louder. It made your ears ring painfully which seemed to be the least of your worries. He had the gun pointing at the nearest car from behind his headrest, forcing the ‘bad people’ to dodge too. Jake pulled the trigger again, successfully breaking the windshield and disarming the man in the passenger seat. His bullet seemed to have gone right through his shoulder.

After firing behind a few more times, Jake had successfully gotten rid of one of the cars. It lost its steering and ended up spinning around on the road and disappearing into the rear view. Before you knew it, it was far out of sight.

This was getting nasty.

Another round of shots forced Jake to dodge, giving him a chance to look at the road and make sure nothing was in your way and that you weren’t driving into a ditch. He had been in car chases and shootouts many times before but never like this, never with your life on the line.

Jake had Khonshu’s protection, you didn’t.

“Jake, let me help!” You were fighting your tears, hating how useless you felt.

“Please.”

He opened his mouth to protest, thinking there was no reason to make you do anything unless it was absolutely necessary but when he saw your determined expression, Jake couldn’t just say no. The situation was dire. Focusing on the road ahead while dodging bullets and shooting at people when you were right there was too risky. There was a reason they all had trained you to fight. It was now or never.

“Aim at the tires,” Jake instructed you as he handed you the gun, trusting you. He had to. He wanted you to aim at the tires instead of the driver because he knew taking a life wasn’t easy. Jake didn’t wish that burden upon you.

With a deep breath, you pointed the deadly weapon at the enemy, struggling to see properly through the thousands of cracks and holes in the window of the nearest car that tailed you. As well as you possibly could, you tried to control the tremble in your hands. 

Focus...focus!

Before you got a chance to comprehend what was really happening, something hit the side of the car completely out of the blue and it hit you hard. The impact steered you off road instantly despite Jake hitting the brakes so hard that they screetched. Everything became a haze and you lost your sense of balance, dropping the gun in the process. Whether you were upside down or sideways, you had no way of telling. Thud after thud, it became harder to even guess. Hell, it was so sudden you didn’t even get a chance to comprehend what was really going on.

The last thing you picked up before hitting your head against the side of the car was Jake’s voice. He yelled out your name with panic and fear in his voice you had never heard before. It completely broke your heart.

             “Wake up, you idiot!”

What the hell?

“You need to get out of the car, Lockley. You’ve got no time to waste.”

Followed by Khonshu's echoing words, Jake felt the brutal sting of the cold that had enveloped his entire body. His eyes opened up wide in surprise and fear. Not only was it cold to the point it felt like his muscles were burning, it was so dark that he couldn’t see anything at all. How long had he been out?

Water was rising rapidly, pouring into the car from bullet holes and rising up Jake’s legs. It had already reached his waist, soaking his clothes and threatening to take the rest of him too. Jake didn’t fear for himself, he found himself worrying over someone else entirely.

You

Were you okay?

“Y/N!”

Jake snapped his head instinctively to his side and reached out to make sure you were there. After blinking a few times while trying not to freak out, he managed to find the light switch on the ceiling of the car. Miraculously, the lights still worked but they were already flickering. They revealed the murky water that was pulling the vehicle deeper and deeper below the surface, with no promise of ending any time soon. It seemed like an endless abyss.

Then Jake saw blood. Crimson had painted your skin and hair, dripping into the water below and washing away into the vast sea. There was a wound on the side of your head that made Jake feel ill. If the water hadn’t frozen his body by now, the sight certainly did. It’s like his heart stopped for a moment when he realized how hopeless this situation seemed. Jake couldn’t believe he had failed to protect you.

You were unconscious, the seat belt being the only thing keeping you from hunching over into the icy pool below your waist. There was a notable dent in the side of the car, the metal compressed together like a crushed soda can. Whether your legs had wiggle room or not, Jake couldn’t tell. Judging by all the blood, the answer was more gruesome than he wished for it to be.

Jake summoned his suit, feeling how the material wrapped around his body and offered some shield from the biting, frosty water. Without wasting any more time, he ripped his seat belt off with ease thanks to his powers. They really came in handy now as the water pressure had trapped you like bugs in a jar. The belt snapped in half loudly and caused Jake to stumble to the side a little bit. He didn’t know if he was injured or not - it didn’t matter. Jake felt the water rising past his waist and chest, ever so surely making the air bubble smaller and smaller.

Khonshu hadn't been lying when he said there was no time to waste.

“Come on…” Jake groaned through gritted teeth, kicking the already smashed dashboard in order to free your body from the trap the crash had created. His movements were slower than he wanted them to be underwater. Either way, the car bent due to the force, freeing your legs. The damage caused more water to flood inside. It splashed around as he searched for your seat belt, hardly feeling his hands at this point. As he eventually found it, he yanked it out of the lock with a snap and caught your body that slumped forward as the belt no longer secured you.

"I've got you," Jake didn't know if you could hear him but he needed to believe you could. It made him feel less lonely.

Jake’s body was trembling uncontrollably, his teeth beginning to chatter as his breaths became forced and sharp. Despite all that, he managed to pull you toward him, guiding your legs up from the leg room and praying to whoever heard him that you weren’t in too much pain. To his horror, he didn’t feel your body heat. Your skin was ice cold - it must’ve been normal under these circumstances. Jake refused to believe there was any other explanation.

In the poor lighting the car offered, Jake could see that his breath was foggy. However, it was more than just alarming when he realized you weren’t breathing at all. Your eyelashes rested against your bloody cheeks and you looked like you were sleeping. Why weren’t you breathing?!

“Amor,” Jake hoped to catch your attention, that somehow you would reply to him and open those pretty eyes of yours. Oh what he would give to see you looking back at him.

Jake needed to drag you out of there and get you the help you needed. That’s exactly what he was going to do. If doctors couldn’t help you then Khonshu had to. If not, Jake would make that old bird regret it for the rest of his goddamn days.

When he didn’t get a response from you and you looked like that, so tranquil and relaxed as death crept around the corner, the entire world around him shattered. There was no way he’d give up on you this easily but Jake had seen enough bodies in his lifetime to see the striking resemblance.

“No, no, no,” Jake had never felt this way before. This hopeless and terrified, like a child in a room full of corpses. It was like hell had frozen over. Everything about this situation was obscure and so fucking unfair. This was not how it would end! Not like this… Jake couldn’t let that happen. You had so much to live for, so many things yet to see and do. He would give his life if it meant you got to keep yours.

If Marc and Steven had been co-conscious and speaking all this time, Jake didn’t notice until now. He was holding you as Steven’s voice broke the silence, carrying above the sound of water filling the space nearly to the brim. At the very same time, the lights gave out, abandoning you all in a void. That made the bone-reaching coldness all the more brutal as it was overwhelmingly the only thing Jake could really feel. Adrenaline was coursing through his body but even that couldn’t block out the chilling temperature.

“Jake, you’ve got to get us out of here! Now!” Steven was frightened, feeling the panic growing stronger by the second. His sense of survival was stronger and so he urged Jake to do something - anything that would ensure you’d live to see another day.

“Ya lo sé!” Jake wasn’t angry, at least not with Steven. He was just frustrated because of the pressure he was under. He knew he had to get out of there and having his alter freaking out too wasn’t really helping.

“Oh my god, why isn’t she breathing? Jake?! Jake…”

Marc couldn’t even speak. There were no words that did justice to how he felt as memories of his past flooded him and merged with the present. He had caught a glimpse of you slack and boneless in Jake’s arms as water surrounded you all the way up to your shoulders, rising up and up.

  Steven’s voice faded into the background as Jake got into action. It’s like he spaced out and worked on autopilot. He had one mission and that was to get you out of there alive. Nothing else mattered.

How cruel was it that fate threatened to put you through the same torture as it had put Randall through? At that very moment, Marc was convinced his existence was cursed.

Jake needed to stop ‘fate’ before it was too late. It better not dare take you now. This was not your time! 

He pulled you as close to him as he possibly could, making sure his grip was secure because he knew that the moment you’d plunge out of the car, he couldn’t risk losing you. Not when it was so dark. Not when you weren’t even breathing on your own! One wrong move and he feared he’d lose you forever. That was simply not an option.

With one last, deep breath, Jake pushed your face into his suit as if to shield your face from the water and then he kicked as hard as he could. It took a couple of tries but eventually, he kicked off the entire door, which disappeared into the shadows instantly. The air bubble was lost as water surged into the car, rushing in so fast it forced Jake to hold onto you even tighter. Finally, he made it out of the car, using his powers to move up instead of sinking to the bottom like the car did. It was probably going to stay down there for a while.

The only way to tell which was up was by blowing out air and following the direction of the bubbles. In the pitch-darkness, he relied on his other senses, feeling the bubbles moving up his face. Jake felt disorientated and dizzy, but he trusted his senses as he surged through the water and hoped it was toward the surface.

Then, at last, he began to see something again. Distant lights were guiding him in the right direction. Street lamps and city lights from far, far away. Jake reached the surface of the water and immediately sucked in another deep breath, relieved as his lungs expanded with air instead of water. As he breathed in and out a few times, he tasted mud and blood on his tongue.

He soared above the surface with you limp in his arms. The cape was drenched, weighing heavy on Jake’s shoulders. It was the first thing to reach the ground, instantly followed by his boots. As he felt secure on the ground, Jake examined his surroundings through narrowed eyes, not daring to let go of you until he knew it was safe. The shore consisted mainly of countless of rocks and dirt. There was a steep hill that lead up to the road. Right now, that offered you some shelter. Jake couldn’t see any of the cars that had been chasing you. They must’ve assumed you wouldn’t make it out of there alive.

As much as Jake wanted to go and find them, anger boiling in his veins as he thought about what they had done, he stayed put. Vengeance could wait. You couldn’t. He lowered you on your back ever so carefully and knelt by your side, the black and white cape pooling around you two. Jake made sure your head was positioned in a way that wouldn't cause further damage to the gnarly wound. Under the faint, blue glow of the moon, Jake made out your relaxed expression. That scared him beyond comprehension.

Not only that, the dress you wore did little to hide the damage the crash had caused. Cuts and bruises were scattered across your body but seeing your legs out of the water for the first time really showed how bad it was. It didn’t take a doctor to know something was broken. Jake saw the bright, red blood that gushed out of a deep wound on your thigh. After all this time, it was still pumping out blood at an alarming rate.

He cursed as he ripped his cape, not giving a damn what Khonshu thought of it as he used the material to stop the bleeding. Not that it mattered anyway, as the material reappeared out of thin air. Jake secured it around your leg as tightly as he could, hating that he had to use this kind of force on you although he knew it was for the best. If he didn’t stop the bleeding, you’d bleed out. That was much worse.

As he was done with stopping the bleeding, Jake parted his quivering lips as if to say something but nothing came out. Jake brushed your wet hair to the side, gently caressing your face in doing so and then he tried to feel your breath with the back of his hand.

Still nothing.

It only took a moment and he had pulled your head back gently to open your airways as his hands pressed together above your heart. Then without hesitating, he started to push down in a steady rhythm. Everyone always said to give chest compressions in the rhythm of a few certain songs but when the moment arrived, that was the last thing one could think about. Jake relied on Steven's help to merely count the compressions. The black and white fabric vanished from around his head so it wasn’t in the way.

An unfamiliar sting blurred Jake's vision as he tried to resuscitate you. The longer he knelt by your side, pushing your ribcage down in a way that felt way too rough, the more he dreaded the outcome. Why were you still not breathing?! He bent down to meet your lips, pinching your nose shut as he tried his best to breathe air into your lungs as steady as he possibly could. It was difficult to think that only moments before he had kissed your lips, not knowing it could’ve potentially been the very last time.

Jake pulled back, shoved his dark thoughts away and used all his strength to focus on the compressions. This was repeated again. Again. And again...

"Por favor!" Jake cried out like never before, begging for you to be okay. You had to be okay!

Truth be told, Jake began to lose focus. He never lost focus on missions. This was different. When he was faced with the chance of losing you, it shook him right to the core. The very foundation he had built with you, the safety net of knowing you were there was now threatening to slip through his fingers. Dread was making Jake feel sick to his stomach. Nothing he was doing seemed to help and that was the single most haunting realization of his life.

Jake had failed to protect you.

"Abre los ojos, mi amor. Por favor," he pleaded with raw desperation in his voice. Had Jake's enemies seen him now, they would've thought he was a man possessed. His brows furrowed in a sorrowful manner, deep brown eyes filling with tears. Jake Lockley was crying for you. His tough and cool demeanour was nowhere to be seen. How could he possibly keep a grip on himself in a moment like this? Even Jake was just a man who loved with his entire heart.

"Breathe for me. Just breathe." That’s all he asked for. He was sorry but he didn’t ask for forgiveness. Only for you to breathe.

“Lo siento mucho,” numerous apologizes slipped past his quivering lips. Could you even hear him? Did you know how sorry he was for this? 

Then it happened. Seemingly out of the blue, your eyes opened as a coughing fit forced you to turn to the side. Jake pulled his hands back from your chest and looked at you in shock. Although, as he heard the struggle in your breath, he instantly rushed to your aid. Jake rubbed your back and encouraged you to let it all out and then fill up those lungs. The coughing fit came to a halt and you were taking in deep and shaky breaths. They revealed that you were in pain but god was it a relief to know you were alive.

It was a miracle if Jake had ever seen one.

Whatever hope and joy he had felt for only a moment was quickly wiped away when he heard the pain in your voice.

“Jake!” You sobbed his name, hands trying to reach your thigh where the shooting pain came from but he stopped you. Tears welled up in your eyes instantly. Everything hurt in a way you had never felt before. You wanted it to stop.

“You’re okay. You’ll be fine, I promise,” Jake gave you his word but that was hard to believe when you writhed on the rocks in pure agony. His words went in one ear and out the other. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find comfort in them. Not when it felt like every cell in your body had been torn apart.

“It hurts!” Those two words absolutely shattered Jake’s heart.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” Jake didn’t know what else to say. Words couldn’t heal you magically, could they? So what was the point? Knowing that you were in any kind of pain was just awful, truly awful. He wished he had the ability to take it all away in the blink of an eye. Somehow, he needed to take you to the nearest hospital but he was terrified of touching you and hurting you furthermore.

In a state of panic, you tried to sit up so you could see what was causing you so much pain, but moving your body was almost impossible. When you tried lift your head from the ground, a sharp sting in your neck forced you to stop. Flashes of what happened came to you, reminding you of the car chase. Where were the others now? Had Jake dealt with them? Or were they out there, waiting for an opportunity to strike again?

“What h-happened?” You wondered as hot tears rolled down your face. God it was cold. You didn’t notice until now how badly you were shivering. Even Jake was cold, his hands not warming up yours like they used to. Even in the state of shock you were in, you realized you were both soaking wet.

Jake didn’t know what to say or do. He just wanted to get you somewhere safe where people could help you. But how? The car was in the bottom on the sea and he had no idea if it was safe to move you. Did you have whiplash? Inner bleedings? Would lifting you make it worse? How could he call for help when you didn’t have phones and the nearest house was probably miles away.

A gush of wind went right to Jake’s bones, making him shiver because of how cold it was but it also revealed that Khonshu was standing right behind him. He didn’t even have to look to know the god was looming over his shoulder. If not to help then Jake didn’t care. He had no patience for Khonshu’s games now.

“I suggest you get up. You’ve got company,” Khonshu warned Jake in a calm and collected way. The god’s words changed Jake’s demeanour. The people who had put you through so much already came back and it was the worst mistake those people had ever made. The spiraling panic and fear were wiped to the side as Jake nodded, acknowledging Khonshu’s warning.

There was no way in hell he would let them hurt you again.

As Jake heard an engine roaring nearby, coming closer and closer, he knew he had to protect you no matter what the cost. He looked down at you, silently apologizing for what he had to do. Even when he did it to make sure you were safe, he felt incredibly guilty for having to leave your side. Just a second was enough to make him feel rotten deep down to the core.

“Everything will be alright,” Jake bent down to your face level, looking you right in the eye as he spoke, “I promise.”

You heard the car as well which filled your every vein with terror. So you hadn’t managed to escape from them after all.

“Be careful,” You could hardly get the two words past your bloodied lips. You knew he was going to face them, there was no doubt about it. You had to trust he would come back for you.

He placed the softest kiss on your forehead, refusing to speak of the thoughts that tormented him. A kiss would have to do. It would have to express how sorry he was. It had to express his promise that he’d come back to you. That soon you wouldn’t feel all that pain anymore.

Then he got up, summoned the hood and the mask so he was fully suited and he got up the hill before the bad guys could come down and find you. If they did, Jake had zero doubt they would aim for you instead of him.

When Jake saw a familiar car parked on the other side of the road, he saw red.

The driver looked scared out of his mind when he faced Jake in his ceremonial armor, much darker than Marc’s, much more intimidating than Steven’s. His cape was now flowing in the wind and his eyes were glowing, glaring daggers into the man’s head. Jake looked furious even when the dark fabric covered his face. Rage was radiating off of him and the driver must’ve realized his mistake; coming after you again.

The driver pointed his gun at Jake and pulled the trigger. Twice. Three times. Then he stopped because the bullets seemed to do nothing to Jake. He kept walking toward the car with only one goal in mind - to defeat the enemy.

“Stop!” The terrified man yelled, trying to intimidate Jake Lockley. He needed a lot of luck if he wanted to succeed in that.

“Don’t come closer!”

Jake noticed another man in the passenger seat. He was already dead, presumably from the bullets that flew their way during the car chase. The driver would join his friend soon. Wherever they went to after this life.

As Jake reached the man, he tried to open the car door and use that to push Jake. Worth a shot, but Jake saw it coming so he slammed the door shut and trapped the man inside. The window was already rolled down so it made it easy for Jake to reach into the car and wrap his hand around the man’s neck. There wasn’t a single part of Jake that felt bad for crushing that man’s windpipe. There were worse things he could do but he didn’t have time. Oh if it was up to Jake, he’d rip his fucking spine out of his back. This was merciful when compared to what Jake would’ve done if you weren’t currently bleeding out on the rocks.

In a last, desperate attempt to come out of this alive, the man pointed the damn gun at Jake’s head. In just a split second, Jake used his other hand to grab the barrel of the gun. His grip was so tight that the solid metal barrel bent under his touch, forcing the bullet to get stuck somewhere in there. Now it was rendered useless and Jake didn’t hesitate to throw it out on the road, smashing it into bits and pieces in doing so.

“No debiste ni mirarla,” Jake made sure that the last thing this poor excuse of a man ever did was regret coming after you. He would have to die realizing the cost of that one mistake.

The man let out a silent scream or plea - it didn’t matter. His nails dug into Jake’s suit, trying to claw his way free from the deadly grip but to no avail. In fact, it just made Jake squeeze harder, pushing the man’s head into the seat because of the sheer force he was using.

As Jake stood there with his arm inside the vehicle, he looked around the empty road and deep into the dark woods. The silence was ominous. The loneliness a reminder of the fact no one was going to help you. Clouds swirled around the moon in the ever darkening sky. It was the only witness to this man’s early demise.

No one else had been stupid enough to follow you there.

                      Seeing you in that hospital bed was the worst thing Jake had ever seen in his entire life.

Hooked up to all these machines with needles and tubes sticking into you to the point he could hardly see your beautiful face. Instead of hearing the soft sounds of your relaced breaths, he was forced to listen to the beeping of a heart monitor and the low buzz of all the other machines that did things Jake didn’t even know about. That repeating beep was tantalizing. 

But it was also a sign that you were alright. In a way, the worst sight he had ever seen was also a relief. You had gotten the help you needed and were now on the path of getting better. There was no place he’d rather be with you now than this hospital, surrounded by skilled experts who could rush in without wasting any time if you needed help.

Getting to the hospital felt like such a distant memory now. Jake had thrown the bodies out of the car and used it to get you from the middle of nowhere to the nearest hospital. Despite the fact that driving was the reason you had gotten hurt in the first place, Jake drove again without hesitation. What were the odds of getting into another accident right after the first one, right?

He barely remembered what he had said when you reached the building. Nurses and guards had swarmed you, taking you away from Jake because they knew you needed urgent care. Letting them roll you away from him had been difficult to do. Jake was so scared someone would try to hurt you again. Trusting strangers with your life, even when they dedicated their lives in helping others, was incredibly difficult. By the time he realized the security guards were refusing him to follow you any further, Jake stopped. 

You were getting the help you needed. There was nothing more he could do. Knowing that your fate was out of his control was scary. Jake had to trust these people to give you the care you needed and deserved. He didn’t trust easily.

Jake learned that they were performing emergency surgery on you when a doctor had walked up to him and asked all sorts of questions. The police had arrived too. Everything had been a bloody mess, as Steven would’ve said.

Hours later, it was all over. The questioning, the nauseating feeling of having to wait for you to get out of surgery. Just to hear that everything went well. Jake needed to know you’d make a full recovery. It took some convincing to do but finally, he was by your side in a hospital room and Jake wasn’t going anywhere.

What if more of those guys decided to find you? What if they found out where you were staying? Would they kill you if Jake left you alone for even a moment?

That was a risk he refused to take. He would rather sit on the uncomfortable plastic chair by your bedside and hold your hand all night long. Was it night or was it morning? Jake had no clue. 

“Mate,” Steven’s careful voice snapped Jake out of the bubble of thoughts he had been in. He raised his gaze from your sleeping face to meet Steven’s in the reflection in the small mirror on the wall right above the sink. He looked worried sick. Worried about you and Jake.

“What?” Jake was beyond exhausted. His eyelids were heavy and he didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now. He had done enough talking with doctors and police who had the audacity to suspect that Jake had hurt you. The fucking nerve of some people.

“You should go home-”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Jake didn’t even let Steven finish that sentence. By shooting another glance at the mirror, Jake realized Marc was still not there. Great. Just great.

“Look at yourself!” Steven put his foot down, trying so hard to look after everyone. “You’re covered in blood and dirt. Do you think that she’ll be relieved to wake up to that?”

Jake clenched his jaw and ignored his alter. He hated to admit that Steven had a point. Then again, he didn’t want to leave your side. Not even when he had dry blood on his face and hair and he could smell it on his torn up shirt. His dark locks were disheveled. 

The nurses and doctors who walked in to check on you from time to time must’ve thought Jake looked terrifying. One of the nurses had even offered him a chance to shower at the hospital, seemingly out of pity but Jake had refused. She even let him know when the hospital cafe opened if he needed anything from there.

“She’ll be fine, Jake. She has all the help she needs right here. Just go home, take care of yourself and come back after.”

A shower sounded nice, it really did. Also food wouldn’t hurt. It felt like forever ago when you and Jake had eaten the fast food on your date. It had only been less than a day but had someone told Jake weeks had passed, he would’ve almost believed them.

“I can’t,” Jake sighed eventually, his shoulders slumping down as he leaned against your hospital bed. He studied your face and brought his still trembling fingers to your cheek, ever so carefully caressing your soft skin just below the tubing of the nasal cannula. Were you dreaming? If so, Jake hoped you had the sweetest dreams. Perhaps the medication caused you to dream of nothing at all. Maybe it was for the best. He knew you needed the rest.

Steven didn’t want to leave your side either, no. But he also knew that Jake wasn’t able to help you when he was in that state. A shower and some food, maybe even a nap would do wonders. Besides, Steven knew you’d be safe here. The hospital security had definitely noticed that something odd was going on here. They had been patrolling the corridor ever since you had been wheeled into the room after surgery. If anyone tried to come visit you that wasn’t Jake or family, they would be stopped.

Steven fronted now, sensing that Jake just didn’t have it in him to fight. Part of Jake wanted to let someone else front, to give up control for a while. So when Steven was in control, he wasn’t really surprised that Jake didn’t even argue with him. It was better this way.

“Oh, love,” Steven felt a pang in his chest as he felt everything so much more vividly. The smell of the hand sanitizer that was a distinct smell all over the hospital. He could feel the exhaustion in his body, feel how the thin hospital blanket felt like against his skin. Despite Khonshu’s healing, it felt like Steven had gone through hell. If he felt this way, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what you were going through. Steven was afraid to touch you but he fought that fear as he placed his hand above yours. It didn’t take long for him to feel the tears in the corners of his eyes.

How could anyone in their right mind ever wish to hurt you? Steven couldn’t understand that. He just couldn’t.

“I’ll be right back, yeah?” Steven tried to smile. He pressed a feather-light kiss on the roof of your hand, relieved when he realized your skin was warm. That alone was a good sign.

“I’ll bring you something from the flat. I promise it won’t take long,” Steven gave you his word as he stood up, taking in the sight of you resting in a hospital bed. That one would haunt his nightmares and memories for a long time.

But he had to go. Steven knew you would stay here for a while so he already planned on bringing you things that would make you feel closer to home. Should he bring a book so he could read to you? Perhaps your own clothes would make you feel more comfortable than the ones provided by the hospital. Surely no one would mind if he brought your favourite movies. It’s not like the hospital TV had Netflix on it. He’d figure something out.

                                        Steven had been right. Jake was too stubborn to tell him though. He felt much better in clean clothes and without blood all over him. Some of it had been your blood, which only made it worse. He had even packed a bag full of clothes and other things he figured you would need on your stay.

Just as promised, you were alright when they came back. Steven hadn’t taken a nap at the flat because he too wanted to waste no time. There was a need to take care of you and that need told him to make sure you wouldn’t wake up alone. Steven had just made it back to the plastic chair. The moment he sat down and knew you were okay, he fell asleep right by your side, his hand never letting go of yours.

Jake was fronting when you woke up. His eyes snapped open as he watched you take in your surroundings. The relief on your face when you saw him was visible. Seeing him made you feel safe.

It was obvious you were in a hospital although you didn’t remember getting there. Not that it mattered. You felt an odd sense of joy when you realized Jake was holding your hand. Perhaps you just felt odd in general. You swore your vision was hazy, almost dream like. Focusing on something was near impossible. There was something on your face that felt uncomfortable and you tried to pull it off. Jake grabbed your other wrist ever so carefully to stop you.

“I can’t let you do that, amor. It helps you breathe,” He explained and then let go of you, knowing you wouldn’t try that again.

“...you…mkay?” You mumbled tiredly, frustrated as your body didn’t co-operate with your mind. Moving your lips when they felt numb was strange. Just finding your voice proved to be hard. Must’ve been the morphine. All you wanted was to know Jake was alright.

Jake knew what you were trying to ask and it made his heart tighten in his chest. After everything you had been through you worried about him. Jake felt undeserving of your pure love and concern. If it wasn’t for him and the entire ordeal with Khonshu, you wouldn’t be hospitalized in the first place!

“I’m okay,” He let you know.

That made you smile droopily, your lips curving slightly more to the left side than the right. At least the drugs were working.

“I’m gonna go get a doc, alright?”

You squeezed Jake’s hand weakly before he could get up. Just for a moment longer, you wanted to be like this. You knew that when the doctor would walk in, reality would crash over you. Honestly, it was terrifying. You didn’t want to hear the awful news they most certainly had nor were you interested in knowing how long you had to be there. For just a brief moment longer, you wanted to be with Jake and tell yourself everything was perfectly fine. Granted, the dull ache in your body told another story.

“Not yet,” You muttered, tilting your head to the side and forcing your body to relax against the stacked pillows. Fear and anxiety were beginning to torment you, whispering terrible things to the part of your brain that wondered what would happen next. That brought tears to your eyes without you even realizing it.

“Okay,” Jake wasn’t going to argue with you. He suspected there was a reason for this request. “I’m not going anywhere yet.”

After he confirmed that, you nodded as if to let the words sink in. In a moment of clarity, you looked down your body that was covered in blankets. You tried to move your legs cautiously, remembering the pain from before. When you felt how restricted your movements were, Jake closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He knew something you didn’t. His reaction caused your anxiety to spike.

If something was wrong with you, you wanted to hear it from him instead of a doctor who didn’t know you or care about you. Not personally, at least.

“Baby,” You swallowed the lump in your throat, “how bad is it?”

Of course, you asked that. Jake would’ve been a fool if he believed you wouldn’t. This was your life and your body you were talking about.

“They said you’ll make a full recovery,” Jake started with that, failing to meet your eye as he continued, “but it will take some time.”

“And the…the people who did this?” That question didn’t need any clarification.

“They won’t bother you ever again,” Jake hadn’t taken all of them out but he would stop at nothing to make sure vengeance was delivered upon each and every one of them. 

“I promise.”

“Okay,” You believed him. That didn’t make it hurt any less. Without even seeing most of your body and with strong medications concealing the true amount of pain you were in, you knew it was going to be a long time before this could be put in the past.

That made you feel defeated in so many ways. 

Would they stick by your side through it all? Or would this scare all of them away from you forever? 

Jake saw the tears rolling down your face, glistening in the corners of your eyes as you held your breath in order to keep your sobs and whimpers to yourself. He had never seen such a miserable expression on your face and neither did he want to. If someone had a time machine, he would steal it if that would undo what had already happened. Jake would do anything to make sure you’d never have to feel this way.

“Oh, mi amor,” he didn’t hesitate to move from the chair to the edge of the hospital bed, being incredibly cautious as to avoid hurting you as he wrapped you in his arms. When Jake pulled you close to his chest and you felt his tender embrace, it was impossible to keep the cries at bay any longer.

Jake swayed from side to side ever so softly as you clung onto his shirt and let it all out in violent sobs. At the worst of it, you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak. Jake was quiet too, knowing that no words could fix this. He offered to hold you in his loving arms as you let the pain out.

Eventually, your cries calmed down but neither of you let go of each other. Jake felt your chest rising as you took in shaky breaths, working so hard just to steady them. You wondered if he knew that his cologne was calming you down. It was constant, something that reminded you of good things. It reminded you of home. You wanted nothing more than to go home but you knew you couldn’t. Not like this.

As Jake held you, his eyes peered out through the blinds. The window gave him a view of the hospital parking lot. Cars were driving in and out, struggling to find a parking spot and others struggling to navigate their way through the concrete mess. Somewhere out there, near or far in the distance, were the rest of the people who stood behind this. Living their lives and going on about their days with far less damage. Perhaps they were trying to come up with a new master plan to catch Khonshu’s avatar. To destroy him by hurting the one thing they truly loved.

Jake was heartbroken but if anyone saw his expression, they would see a man full of rage. He shot death glares out the window, only thinking about what he’d do once he found them. It wouldn’t be pretty. He wouldn’t have to go after them alone, no. Steven and Marc would be there too.

A/N: Should I write a part 2? If you enjoyed it pls let me know. The next part would be more focused on hurt/comfort and recovery. Maybe even smut, who knows 👀

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[theearthwassoup]

Warmth on a Rainy Day

a/n: hi lovelies! This is my first time writing a smut fic so if it sucks that is why lol but i hope you enjoy it! (If this is too familiar to another fic on here, tell me and i won’t hesitate to take it down) word count: 1.9k warning(s): |minors dni - this is smut| top!wanda - bottom!reader - oral sex (r receiving) - fingering (r receiving) - overstimulation - blind folding - terrible title

You shivered as the rain seeped through your clothes, chilling your clothes. You walked quickly through the city streets, arms wrapped around yourself with your head lowered as you tried to find a place to seek refuge. Finally, you found it. A small cafe with warm amber lights and soft music filtering out into the air. You opened the door, in a rush to feel warmth, when you ran straight into a woman. You stumbled backwards, almost falling to the ground when strong arms surrounded you. You almost choked when you saw her beauty.

Soft red hair falling around her shoulders, green eyes shining as they stared amused at you. She pulled you up, causing you to catch yourself on her shoulders. Your breath hitched at the close proximity, her warmth radiating on to you.

“Are you okay?”

Her smooth, slightly accented voice sent tingles down your spine. You looked at her with parted lips, no words coming out of your mouth. She raised a perfect eyebrow at you, making you realize she expected an answer.

“Oh! Oh, yes, I’m okay!” You stuttered out, swallowing slightly when her eyes trailed down to watch your lips as you spoke. She smirked and you came to notice how you were still gripping her shoulders. You pulled away, heat rising in your cheeks as embarrassment flooded your system. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, holding back a laugh as you followed the movement with your eyes. You wondered what those fingers could do. The sudden thought caught you off guard, making you clear your throat as you continued to blush.

“I’m Wanda.” She introduced herself, her eyes boring into yours with such intensity that you lost your breathe. You licked your lips, not missing how Wanda’s eyes darkened at the motion.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself with a small smile, confused but interested in how this interaction was going. Wanda started to respond when someone came through the cafe doors, sending a wave of cold air into the building. You shivered, bringing your arms to wrap around you, desperate for any semblance of warmth. Wanda clicked her tongue, looking at you with sympathy.

“Aw, are you cold?”

At your meek nod, Wanda smiled, crowding you up against the cafe wall, not caring about the bystanders. She leaned in to whisper something in your ear.

“I think I know how to warm you up.”

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Before the rain died down, you sat with Wanda in a corner booth, talking. You quickly agreed to what she was proposing, it’s not everyday a gorgeous red-head offers to take you back to her place. When you heard the subtle sound of slow rain, you saw how Wanda’s expression changed from one of conversation to one of hunger. She stood up, holding out a hand for you. You took her hand, gasping at her grip as she pulled you out of the cafe. It felt like years until you made it to her apartment, her tight grip and dominating expression causing wetness to start dripping down your thighs. She practically threw open her door, pulling you inside. The door shut and locked with a click and soon, you were standing in a room sharing the same air as a goddess. Wanda cupped your face in her hands, a soft expression on her face.

“Do you want this, detka?”

You nodded eagerly, making Wanda chuckle. She took your hand in hers and guided you to her bedroom, coming to stand behind you as you stood in front of the bed.

“Strip.” She whispered in your ear, her dominant voice sending shivers down your spine. You peeled your damp clothes off of your body as Wanda walked over to her dresser, pulling out a long strip of ribbon from one of the drawers. She turned around just as you finished unclasping your bra and started reaching to take off your panties.

“Wait.” Wanda called out, making you pause. She came to stand in front of you, eyes trailing over the goosebumps on your skin. She smiled, licking her lips as she took in your mostly naked form.

“I want to take those off myself. Now, go lay on the bed.”

You followed her orders, slightly ashamed with how wet you had grown in the past few minutes. You could hear your pussy with every step, causing you to clench your thighs. You laid on the bed, swallowing slightly as Wanda crawled her way up the bed until she was face to face with you. You whined as her clothed chest brushed your bare breasts, sending light sparks of pleasure down your spine. She held up the ribbon from the drawer, twirling it as you watched her with confusion.

“You look so cold baby but before I warm you up, I’m going to blindfold you okay?”

You cocked your head to the side. You weren’t against the idea but you were confused as to why she wanted this. Wanda laughed at your confusion.

“Oh haven’t you heard? If you take away one sense, the others get heightened, meaning more pleasure for you and more fun for me.” With that, she raised the ribbon up to your eyes, tying it at the back of your head.

“If at anytime you want to stop, tap my arms three times. Can you do that for me baby?”

You nodded, anticipation growing. Wanda growled slightly.

“Baby, I need you to use your words.”

“Okay, three taps if I want to stop.” You whispered. You couldn’t see anything but you assumed thats the answer Wanda wanted, as she didn’t reprimand you again. You heard Wanda shifting down the bed, felt her lips kiss your skin as she trailed down to where you needed her. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt her warm breath fan over your panties. You gripped the pillow under your head, letting out a small whine. You felt Wanda smirk against you before she pressed a kiss against your clothed clit, making you gasp. Before you could react, Wanda shot forward, capturing your lips with hers. She kissed you like she was devouring you, her tongue fierce against yours. She bit your lower lip, pulling it outwards as you chased her lips. She merely chuckled, returning back to her spot between your thighs.

“Oh Y/N, you’re so wet for me,” she murmured, running a finger through your clothed slit, pressing down where your clit was. You let out a breathy moan, bucking your hips slightly, causing Wanda to laugh lightly.

“Do you want something, baby?” Her taunting tone only caused you to get more wet. You whined, embarrassed at what you wanted.

“Use your words baby.” She spoke sweetly, slowly dragging her finger over your panties, occasionally swiping her tongue over the cloth as she waited on your answer.

“I want, I want you mouth.” You murmured out, biting your lip in embarrassment.

“Finally.” Wanda spoke under her breath, practically ripping your panties off of you. You had taken too long to answer, giving her enough time to be intoxicated by your smell and hungry for your taste. She pressed a kiss lightly on your folds before she spread them apart with her fingers. She licked a strip from your entrance to your clit, flicking the bundle of nerves lightly.

Your breath increased as pleasure coursed through you. But that wasn’t enough for Wanda, she wanted to hear you scream. Using one hand to keep your folds parted, she used her opposite thumb to pull back the hood of your clit, exposing the muscle to the cool air. Your hips bucked as you realized what Wanda was doing. She was right about the blindfold, every one of her touches felt amplified, sending electricity down to your clit. She swiped her tongue a few times over the whole of your pussy, making sure to pause on your clit. On her fifth swipe, she hovered over your clit and unbeknownst to you, licked her lips, savoring your taste. She latched her plump lips over your clit, sucking with fervor. You let out a high pitched moan, your legs crossing on Wanda’s back, thighs clenching around her head. Using her elbows, Wanda pushed your thighs down to the bed with a show of strength that had your pussy clenching. She continued to suck at your clit, occasionally flicking it with her tongue. You felt a knot build in your stomach, the pleasure building up inside you. But just as it was about to snap, Wanda pulled away. You let out a tiny sob, thrusting your hips upward to try and gain Wanda’s mouth again. Wanda merely hummed, raising one of her pointer fingers to circle your clit before she flattened her tongue on it, pressing down as she dragged it upward. You exploded. Wanda covered your pussy with her whole mouth, swallowing every bit of your release as possible. Aftershocks shook your body but Wanda continued to lick and suck on your folds. You ran your fingers through her hair, tugging.

She pulled back, coming back to be eye level with you. She lifted your blindfold slightly, smirking. Your mouth went dry at the sight of your wetness smeared on her lips.

“Are you warm yet, baby?”

Despite your growing temperature, you shook your head shyly, not wanting the night to end. Wanda smiled, giving you a peck on the lips. She untied your blind fold, whispering in your ear.

“I want you to watch me for this.”

Wanda trailed her fingers down you stomach, cupping your heat. You bit your lip as you starred into Wanda’s eyes which were holding you captive. Running a finger through your folds, Wanda brought it up to her mouth to suck on her digit before bringing it back down to circle your entrance. You took in a deep breath as her finger entered you slowly, the intrusion sending a weird feeling through you. Wanda let you adjust for a few moments before she started moving her hand. You grasped her shoulders, light breathy moans leaving your lips. She added another finger crooking them slightly, pressing against a spot inside you that caused your thighs to shake.

“Oh, fuck Wanda.” You moaned out, your keen only growing louder when Wanda latched on to your tit, sucking and swirling her tongue. Her fingers grew in pace, thrusting in and out of you at a brutal speed. You pried her off your sensitive tit, bringing her up for a kiss. She pushed you down into the sheets as she kissed you hard, sucking on your tongue and deepening the kiss. She continued to finger your g-spot caused spots appear in your vision as the knot in your stomach came back. Wanda felt you clench around her fingers and she brought her thumb up to press against your clit. She broke from the kiss, growling in your ear.

“Come for me.”

Your vision went white as your whole body shook from your orgasm. Heat flooded your body as you tried to even out your breath. Wanda removed her fingers, sucking them clean. She pressed hot kisses against your collarbone before maneuvering you to cuddle against her chest.

“I’m still cold.” You whispered cheekily into Wanda’s chest, causing the red-head to laugh.

“Maybe later baby, for now you just rest.”

You fell asleep, warm against Wanda, to the rain still pouring outside.

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[littlespacereader]

Could I request a fic with Caregiver!Layla (Scarlet Scarab) with little reader???

Of course I can!!! As a HUGE Moon Knight fan I can’t begin to tell you how excited I was to write this! I hope you don’t mind that I had Marc/Steven pop in for a little cameo:) I couldn’t resist! If you want another Moon Knight fic feel free to send a request in!! Anyway I hope you enjoy this fic!!

The Goddess of Caregiving (SFW)

Caregiver!Layla El-Faouly & GN Little!Reader

Tags: mentions violence and knifes (not detailed), hurt and comfort, stuffie, taking care of injuries, thumb sucking, story time, low-key Marc and Steven cgs

Nicknames: Sweet one, little one, sweetheart and darling

Yelling. It was everywhere. People yelling and running away. The city was under attack by some wear guy with a light up cane! He and his goons were attacking the city and its people.

I just started running. Running as fast as my feet could take me away from the scene. Apparently there was a guy in all white fighting them but I didn’t get a good glance.

I was just watching cartoons on the tv with my stuffed animal bunny when I heard all the commotion outside. People started screaming to runway as a group of criminal started to hurt those around.

So Fluffy and I started running. There were a couple of people around me running as well. Where we were running to, no one knows. Just away from whatever is happening. My little side just wanted to stop and cry but I couldn’t, not just yet, I had to get to safety first.

But the group of bad guys caught up to us. Most of the people took a left and ran down the alleyway. I took a right and ran down the road. Little did I know this road was a dead end alley.

I ran as far as I could, falling once onto my knees but quickly recovering and running again. But suddenly I came across a wall infront of me. My heart was beating out of my chest. There was no where to run now. I clutched Fluffy to my chest and turned around.

Two tall men stood in front of me, both holding knives in their hands.

“Awwwww! Look what we got here, a Regressor.” One said.

“Took a wrong turn little one?” The other mocked.

Tears started to roll down my face as I started to cry. As they approached I just started to back up until my back was against the wall. I curled in on myself, dropping to the ground and brining my knees to my chest to covering my face.

Suddenly I heard fighting. I jumped thinking they were about to hurt me but then I heard them yelling and gasping in pain. Then two thuds! The two fall to the ground unconscious.

“Are you hurt little one?” A feminine voice asked me.

I was shaking. Maybe this was a trick! Maybe she worked with them?!

“It’s okay sweet one. Those bad men are not going to hurt you anymore. I made sure of it. Take your time, but when you untangle yourself I want to check and make sure you didn’t get hurt.”

Maybe this wasn’t a trick. She seemed nice and she said she took care of those scary men. So with all the bravery I could muster, I decided to look up.

With teary eyes I looked at the woman who was talking to me. She was heavenly. She truly looked like angel sent to protect. She wore a white and gold outfit with golden wings at her sides. She looked sweet, looking at me with caring eyes.

“There you are. Hello darling. What’s your name?” She was kneeling next to me, close enough to reach out and hold my hand but distant enough to give me space just in case.

“I’m…I’m Y/N.” I said with a shaken voice.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Layla.” She smiled. “Who’s your little friend there?” She pointed to my stuffie.

“Fluffy. Fluffy the rabbit.” I lifted Fluffy to see her.

“What a cute rabbit! It’s nice to meet you as well Fluffy.”

“Are….are you a goddess?” I asked unsure if she was even real.

She smiled and nodded. “I’m the avatar of the goddess Taweret, but I’m still getting used to it.” She said gesturing to her outfit.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry these terrible men scared you. Are you alone or did you get parted from your Caregiver?” She asked looking around.

“I’m by myself with Fluffy. I heard the bad men and I started to run.” I explained.

“That was very brave of you. But it isn’t safe for you to be alone tonight. Plus you need someone to take care of your injuries.” She looked worried as she started to figured out what to do.

“Injuries?”

I got hurt? I looked down at myself and saw it. My fall caused my knees to get scraped. Now my knees were bleeding down my legs. It was as if my adrenaline had hid the pain until I saw it with my own eyes.

I let out a sob I didn’t know I was holding. I started to cry, holding Fluffy as tight as I possibly could to myself.

“It’s okay darling, it’s just a little scrape. Nothing we can’t fix.” Layla placed a gentle hand on my back and started to rub comfortingly.

“Here, come over to me darling,” she held her arms out to me, silently offering to hold me.

She didn’t have to say much. Between the painful scrapes on my knees and how little I’m feeling, all I wanted was comfort. So when she opened her arms I immediately took the opportunity to get some comfort.

She brought me close and picked me up off the ground, careful of my knees. She held me on her hip, one arm supporting my bottom and the other holding onto my back. I leaned forward and started to cry on her shoulder.

She continued to rub my back and bounce my on her hip. “It’s okay sweetheart. It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Layla was just so comforting. Crying a bit in her arms felt like such a relief. After everything that happened today I needed to just let go and be upset. After a while my tears has stopped and I was more exhausted than anything else. Finally my adrenaline went down and I felt safe enough to be tired.

“Alright sweetheart we need to get you taken care of,” Layla started to say.

“Layla!” A voice said down the alley way.

I frozen in Layla’s arms and buried my head in her shoulder. I started to shake in fear.

She looked at me and tried to comfort me, “It’s alright. He’s a friend of ours. He’s a good man.”

I didn’t look up but I heard the man run over to the two of us. “Harrow is taken care of. The city should be safe now.” There was a pause, probably when the guy realized I was in Layla’s arms. Then suddenly guy’s voice changed to a British accent out of no where, “Who’s this little one?”

“Steven, this is Y/N and the rabbit is Fluffy. They were fighting these two bad guys over here when I arrived. Didn’t even have to lift a finger to help.” Layla said, trying to lift the little one’s spirits with her story.

“Wow Y/N! That was very brave of you! You should be very proud of yourself!” The man added.

With all the compliments and praise I started to come out of my shell a bit. I lifted my head and looked at the man. He was wearing a white suit and had curly black hair. His face lit up the moment we caught eyes.

“Thank you,” I said to his compliment.

“You are so welcome darling. Oh my gosh you are just the cutest. Are you out here all by yourself?” He asked and I nodded. “We gotta get you checked out.”

I held onto Layla tighter hearing that. But Layla was already two steps ahead of Steven, having already figured out a plan for me.

“I’m going to take Y/N back to the apartment.” She explained to Steven.

Then she looks at me. “It’s not too far from here. I don’t want you going to a clinic or hospital alone with how regressed you are. But we need to take care of your injuries. So if you want we can go to my apartment and I can bandage you up. Sound good?” She asked me.

I looked at Layla and nodded. I didn’t want to be away from her for a second. She felt so safe. Plus she was going to take care of me!

“I know Marc is going to want to do one last sweep of the area to make sure we haven’t missed anything.” Steven added. He looked back at me and Fluffy, patting our heads. “I’ll see you three laters gators.”

And then he was off. Leaving it back to just Layla and myself.

“Alright, now I haven’t flown with someone in my arms before so it might be a rocky flight. You just hold on tightly to me okay?”

Wait we’re flying to her apartment?! Before I had a chance to question it we took off in the air and were soaring! I wrapped my arms around Layla’s neck and held on tightly. It was such a sight to see the city from that high up! Wow!!

We landed down in front of this small apartment door. Layla unlocked the door and we entered the apartment. It was such a cute apartment! It was spacious and cozy.

A fire place sat in the middle of the living room with a comfy looking couch infront of it. Next to the couch looked like the entrance to a terrace. Right off to the left of the front door was the kitchen and to the right looked like a hallway to the bedrooms. All over her walls and shelves were artifacts of different kinds and books with pages bookmarked.

She walked into the kitchen with me and sat me down on the countertop. I immediately started to whine. I’m happier in her arms!

My whine must’ve told her everything I was thinking because she just turned around and smiled. “I’ll happily hold you again sweetheart but first we gotta get your knees takes care of.”

With that she started searching her kitchen cabinets for the first aid kit. “It’s around here somewhere….ah! There it is!” She pulled it out from under the kitchen sink.

She set it beside me and started pulling out the supplies she needed. “You know, I’ve had to use this kit on Marc on numerous occasion.”

“Who’s Marc?” I asked curious. The only other person I knew besides her was Steven. But Steven mentioned a Marc also…

“Oh, ummm, I meant to say Steven. But you’ll come to find they’re one and the same.” She winked.

“Okay, first I’m going to wash your cuts with hydrogen peroxide. Then we’re going to clean it up, and put a nice colorful bandaid on it.” She said carefully explains everything to me. I nodded my head, holding onto Fluffy tightly.

With that she started to wash one of my knees with the hydrogen peroxide. But it hurt!!

“Ahhh!! It burns! It hurts!!” I started to cry and hold my knee away from the burning solution.

“I promise it’s just a little burn and then it’s okay. It helps get all the germs out of your cuts.” She tried to explain but my little mind just recognized the pain along with it.

“Nooo!!” I held my knee away from her and the terrible peroxide! Tears started to roll down my cheeks again.

Layla stood back and started to think of a good solution to this problem. She looked over at her bookshelves and an idea popped into her head.

“Y/N, have you read this book?” She walked over and grabbed a book on Egyptian gods and goddess of the shelf.

“No.” I said, looking over at her as she brought the book over. She handed it to me to look through. Once it was in my hands she wiped a few tears away off my cheek.

“There you are. It’s okay. Why don’t you take a look at the different pages.”

I looked at her, then the book, and started flipping pages. I wanted to find the goddess she was the avatar of. She was talking about that earlier. Finally I found the right page.

“Taweret!!” I turned the book and showed her happily.

“Well done darling! You’re right! That’s the goddess I’m the avatar of.” She smiled.

“Can you talk to her?” I asked.

“Yeah, she sort of talks to me inside my head and I can answer her back.”

“Wow!” I looked at her amazed. “What is she saying?”

Layla smiled at my wonder. “She absolutely adores you. She’s been screaming about how cute you are since I first spotted you.”

“Really?!” I couldn’t help but smiled and giggle.

“Oh yeah. She has not stopped talking about you. I can’t blame her.” She reached up and pinched my cheeks playfully. I giggled again before pulling away.

I flipped through the book some more before stumbling across another god. This one looked scary though…

“Who’s Khonshu?” I asked turning the book around to Layla.

“That’s the god of the Moon.” She began to explain. “Steven is his avatar.”

“Oh.” It all started to make sense…I guess. “Are you superhero and sidekick?” I asked.

She laughed, “Yes he’s my sidekick.” She joked to herself.

“Alright! Your knees are all taken care of. Would you like a green, tan or purple bandaid for your knees?”

Wait what?!

I closed the book and looked down at my knees. There was no more blood. Just a mild scrape. While I was reading the book she must’ve cleaned my knees up. I looked up at her in amazement. I didn’t feel any pain or really anything! She just smiled back at me.

“That’s not a goddess power, that’s a Caregiver’s power.” She winked. “Which bandaid color would you like?”

I picked out a bandaid and she put it on my knees. “Now all we need is a little kiss to make it better.” She leaned forward and kissed each knee. “There! All better!”

I looked down at my knees and smiled up at her. “Thank you!!”

“You’re so welcome.” She lifted me back into her arms and walked into the living room.

“Now I sadly am not prepared for a Little like yourself so I don’t have much in the way of toys. But I do have a couple of book I think you’d be interested in.” She grabbed a couple of book and put them on the coffee table.

Then she took a seat on the couch with me sitting in her lap. She reach forward and grabbed a book. I curled into her side, resting my head on her shoulder, thumb in my mouth and my eyes scanning the pages as Layla began to read.

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“Layla?” Marc said stepping into the apartment sometime later.

He was greeted by shushing. “Over here,” Layla whispered.

Marc made his way into the living room and found an adorable sight. The Little he had seen earlier was sound asleep wrapping tightly in Layla’s arms. Their head rested on her shoulder, their thumb was in their mouth and their stuffed animal was in their lap.

“I guess we have a new member of the family.” Marc smirked.

Layla smiled as well. She leaned forward and placed a kiss to Y/N’s head. “You guessed right.”

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[anemonelovesfiction]

Temper

Tonowari X Ronal

Warnings ⚠️: Arguments leading to smut, NSFW content, P in V, fingering, Dom Tonowari and Sub (ish) Ronal

Thank you to @ana-maria456913 for requesting this; it took a bit to finally publish it but thanks to your brilliant mind I have conjured this up for you, I’m hoping you as well as many others enjoy the work.

Secondary Warning ‼️: This work is NOT proofread, I’m feeling under the weather and was surprised I even managed to write it… don’t be afraid to let me know where a mistake might be, I appreciate you all!

Translation Station

Olo’eyktan: Clan leader

Tsahik: Spiritual leader; shaman; Olo’eyktan’s spouse

Eywa: The great mother (The Na’Vi goddess/creator)

Marui: Home

Tewng: Loincloth

Ma’Paysyul: My waterlily

Rutxe: Please

Ma’Muntxate: My wife; my female mate

Paysyul: Waterlily

Tsurak: A warriors mount (For water Na’Vi)

Sran: Yes

Kehe: No

Word Count: 2.5k

“You have heard what he has said. He took the blame for everything, that family has caused nothing but trouble the moment they arrived.” The woman sashay’s her hips as she walks down a hill of sand making her way toward the netted walkway leading to their marui at the center of the village. They wanted to be close to everyone, the plans had included the biggest marui- the one that would belong to the Olo’eyktan, his Tsahik, and their family- to be set near the heart of the people.

The woman doesn’t even acknowledge that her husband had held the curtain open for her to pass through, in the case where she would nod or verbally give her appreciation, there was tension making itself comfortable instead.

“You know as well as I do that our son was at fault, he is aware of the rule of hunting away from the reef, and in the instance that he saw Lo’ak attempt to leave, it should have been his priority -as the eldest son and next in line for taking my place- to guide him back to the reef. Not to make a show out of everything and leave the boy stranded when they aren’t as familiar with our home as we are.” Tonowari’s timber voice resonated and almost made Ronal wince, had it not been for the woman’s anger she would have apologized to her husband and attempted to see his point of view, but she was angered.

“Those children are not our people. They ran when they couldn’t control their pests, now they hide amongst strangers, making one mess after another, they do not belong here.” She stated and waved her hand as if the conversation was done with, not wanting her husband to lengthen this conversation any longer.

The truth is, she was nearing what would have been her heat cycle and she wanted it to go through without a hitch, but considering they were housing a different kind of Na’Vi that needed to be watched, her days have become stressful. Heats are normal for every Na’Vi and it’s mostly started when partners are mated before Eywa, once the woman becomes pregnant, what should have been her heat cycles just become a couple days of being incredibly horny- not for the purpose of producing an heir but to strengthen the bond between parents before the baby arrives- Eywa outdid herself with her own creation.

“Do you hear yourself?” He states as a dry scoff leaves his mouth, a look of disbelief on his face, what is usually a soft smile spread on his lips lies the look of a warrior ready to attack if need be, his face hard like stone, and his frown deepened to show his distaste for his wife’s words.

“Our son is at fault for what happened, you are aware of his tendencies, Lo’ak taking responsibility has thrown us in a whirlwind of confusion, but we both know the fault is not his.” Tonowari stated as he bit back his own anger, the last thing he wanted was to lose control of his emotions on his wife, not that he would do anything terrible, just that he’d be unable to forgive himself if he ever yelled at her. He was beyond the point of seething, and if it were possible, smoke would have been streaming out his ears.

“This discussion is over.” The tsahik speaks as she turns her back on her husband, not bothering to give him the attention he so clearly had two seconds ago, she was beyond frustrated because she knew her son was at fault, but they had to present themselves as a perfect family, and if that meant letting the forest boy take fault for going out of the reef unsupervised, so be it.

“It is not over.” Tonowari is quick to grasp the back of Ronal’s neck, hand not encircling the entire length of it, but enough to get her attention. As he feels her tense up he uses that bit of distraction to force his hand to turn his wife back to facing him, a wide eyes Ronal staring back at him. Without missing a beat he takes a step forward, hand still on the back of her neck, forcing her to take a step backward until the backs of her calves where being tickled by the frayed edges of the marui’s wall. Her expression is quick to change as she is ready to say something relatively rude until Tonowari speaks.

“As your Olo’eyktan, I am not granting you the permission to speak, and as your husband, kneel.” He states the last word venomously, his mouth in the position ready to growl at his mate for not having followed his instruction, one of his fangs barred at her.

Ronal is quick to close her mouth as she feels the grip on the back of her neck loosen, his hand still holding her there as a sense of control, she knew she had to follow what he said now, given his attitude- but the wet patch in her tewng wasn’t helping either, it’s like she almost forgot she was going through her faux heat. The events of the day had clearly clouded her internal calendar, but she knew she had a few seconds to listen to her husband or else he’d-

“That’s it, over my thigh. Now.” He is quick to demand, the warmth his stable hand had provided on the back of her neck was gone, and the breeze of the ocean air had somehow made its way into their home, causing her spine to shiver. She knows not to discard her tewng before being told to do so, and he is gentle while she settles over his legs, but he left room for her bump to fit through comfortably without pressing on her, and for this she was grateful.

“I am disappointed in how you have acted, Ronal, the children behave better than you.” He mumbles as his hand instinctively settles over her pert ass, rubbing one of her cheeks lovingly, she immediately bites her lip as she feels his hand leave the comfort of her ass, tensing up as she prepares for the worst, only to feel his hand returning the loving gesture onto her second cheek, a wry chuckle leaving him as he knew what she was expecting.

“Why is it hard to admit you’re wrong, ma’paysyul?” He asks tenderly and she only moves her head to look at him, seeing through his faux smile, but remembering his words about not being able to speak.

“Must be perfect.” She signs only to feel a stinging sensation on her bum, knowing she was being reprimanded for her answer.

“We make mistakes, we learn from them, we cannot be perfect all the time. That is reserved for Eywa.” He mumbles as he swats his hand back down onto her bum once more, a moan escaping her lips, mouth hanging open as she pants a couple of times, feeling her body warm up.

“You like this punishment, hmm?” He asks sweetly as he continues rubbing on her bum to help cool down the heat of the sting caused by his heavy hand, knowing he wasn’t imagining the movement of her hips to attempt to relieve her aching core, her smell starting to leak through the tewng and tantalizingly dance its way into his nose.

“I’ll take this-“ He manages to snake his hand through the weaves of the skirt she had been wearing, sliding his finger on the wet patch on her tewng, and sliding it down to expertly find her clit, slightly pushing his finger into it as he rubs slow circles.

“-As a yes.” He finishes his sentence as she moans loudly, the sound coming from her making his ears flutter slightly, wanting nothing more than to fill their marui with her desperate moans, begging him to let her come, only for him to edge her one more time.

“Such a needy thing, always ready for me, but your attitude makes it hard for me to want to reward you.” Tonowari talks to himself once more, noticing the slight dip in his mate’s ears, knowing she wanted to respond but refused to answer to prevent herself from getting punished for not having listened to her Olo’eyktan, of course he knew this, but he also wanted to see how many lines he could cross before she finally spoke.

He delights in the fact that her hardened bud slips easily past his fingers, even without him having to dip his fingers into her tewng, knowing she was undeniably wet, biting his own lip as he feels his own length harden. The melodious moans of his wife resounding within their home, her slick starting to make his finger feel sticky, meaning she was getting wetter by the second.

“Ahh, rutxe, rutxe!”

And all it took to cross that boundary was for him to shove two of his thickest fingers into her awaiting -and currently fluttering- cunt, and thats all it took for Ronal to finally break her silence and speak, even though the two of them knew she wasn’t allowed to. He would have rather stuck something else into her fluttering cunt but he was too busy watching her hips attempt to move back onto his fingers just to get herself any kind of relief, and at the angle that she was laying on his lap, it would have been impossible for him to stop her hips from rutting back into his hand.

His quick thinking had him pull his fingers out in a lightning quick reaction, bringing his palm to strike the cheek closest to him, Ronal sucking in a deep breath as it happens, the slick from her cunt starting to leak out like a river, a thick gush of liquids fills the air and Tonowari pauses for a second and notices that his mates thighs are wet.

“What else are you needing to be punished for, Ma’muntxate?” He asks rhetorically as his fingers find their way back into her warmth, feeling his own jaw clench at the need of wanting to desperately sink himself inside of her, knowing deep down thats where he belonged.

“First speaking rudely to me, second for speaking, and third for releasing your sweet nectar without my permission, what are you thinking?” He surprisingly asks smoothly, no waver in his voice.

“I am sorry. I do not like drama, you know this-“ She hisses as his thick fingers continue working their way in her slippery cunt, the feeling overwhelmingly pleasurable for her, she was close already but knew she had to hold back on her approaching orgasm. Although it was proving to be difficult as her sensitivity from having squirted over her own thighs and the emotions from earlier having tired her out a bit.

“I am aware of what there is to need to know about my wife.” He stated as a warning, fingers starting to work themselves faster into her cunt. “But I do not recall giving you the permission to speak either time you have felt the need to open your ungrateful mouth.” He removes his fingers from her sopping pussy and spanks her again, this time no orgasm having come from it, but instead, a lustful moan.

“Tonowa-“ Another spank landed on her bum, making its neighbor jiggle from the force, a broken moan escaping her mouth, a gasp being sucked in.

“Hush, woman.” He was starting to crack as he sounded irritated that his wife wasn’t catching on to him telling her she needed to stop talking. He’s quick to slip her off his lap and place her on the floor on all fours, the woman frantically turns her head back, thinking that their fun time was over, only to see her husband dip his hand aggressively into his own tewng, and pulling out his large cock, dripping in precome, large bulbous head already sporting a dark purple color.

He doesn’t hesitate in lining himself up with her hole, making sure to collect as much of her slick as he could in such short notice, licking his lips right as he sinks his big head past her entrance and feeling his entire body shudder. His chest pressing up to her back as he continues sliding his hips into her slower than ever before, Ronal knowing not to call out to him as she wanted to desperately come, but talking could prevent her from being able to.

“You feel divine paysyul, every time I enter, you take my breath away-“ A moan leaves his own lips and straight into her ear, making her throbbing pussy react by contracting once around his organ, biting her lip as it happens and feeling her nipples rub against the marui floor through the lined beads of her top, moaning at the sensation. Tonowari’s hands caging her in and keeping her still for him but its not like she’d attempt an escape from the pleasure he had yet to give her.

He hisses himself once he reaches the hilt of her pussy, his balls squeezing up against his body to confirm that this is where he was content, Ronal’s hips slightly pushing back to take more of her husband in if possible and wanting nothing more than his come to fill her needy hole.

“Hmm?” Tonowari asks her and she opens her eyes, blinking several times after having missed whatever instruction he had stated, or question he might have asked, she wasn’t sure.

“I am sorry, Ma’Olo’eyktan, I wa-was lost in the pleasure-“ Another moan leaves her hips as he brings his cock out and rams himself inside of her.

“I do not like repeating myself.” He grumbles in her ear before biting it gently, nibbling it at the slightest and watching- and feeling- his wife begin to shake as a high pitched whine leaves her mouth, a desperate attempt at making him move by attempting to ride him in her current position was a mistake as he lifts himself off of her, without pulling himself out, grasping his wife’s braid and wrapping it in his arm the way he would the leash for the tsurak, and giving it a tug, causing her head to pull back, eyes making contact with his.

He starts thrusting his hips in one fluid motion, Ronal’s eye contact ceasing as her eyes roll to the back of her head, he uses his other hand to slap her cheek lightly to attempt to get her to focus.

“Will you apologize to the new members of our clan once we are finished?” He asks sternly, continuing to thrust into her fluttering cunt, knowing she was close and feeling his orgasm nearing.

“S-s-sra-an.” She stutters through her words as her back is arched further the more Tonowari tugs on her braid, his cock hitting wonderful new spots inside of her and giving her newer sensations than the previous time they’d had angry sex.

“And not fight me about punishing our son for clearly being in the wrong?”

“Kehe, no fighting.”

“Then cum.”

#avatar #avatar smut #avatar the way of water smut #avatar the way of water #ronal smut #tonowari smut #tonowari x ronal #ronal x tonowari #my first non-Y/n work

[buckysred]

Vee

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You've got some cuts and bruises on your face and Valkyrie is determined to help you. 

Warnings: Cursing, lots of fluffy fluff, reader has medium to long hair?, hurt/comfort, terrible editing

Word Count: 1700

A/N: This is quite possibly my favorite character I’ve ever written for. I love Valkyrie and she deserves more love. Please enjoy and let me know what you think! <3

“What is that there on your face?”

You were currently standing in front of your bathroom mirror, getting ready for bed, when Valkyrie’s voice rang through the air. Through the mirror, you could see her standing there with her arms crossed and eyebrows drawn tight. You thought she wasn’t supposed to be back from her mission until tomorrow.

You huffed out an exhausted breath and attempted to hide the cuts and bruises adorning your face behind your curtain of hair. “Hey, you’re home. I didn’t think you’d be back until tomorrow night.”

All you got was the same remarkable glare and steadily growing impatience from her with every breath you took.

You sighed, defeated. “Nothing. It’s nothing, really.”

Her head tilted to the side mockingly. “Oooh, right. So, let me guess, those purple spots and red slices across your face, is what, just paint? Or no, maybe it’s food from supper?”

You rolled your eyes at her dramatics. “Vee, please. I’m tired, can we talk about this in the morning? I’ve missed you.”

The ridicule in her face melted, turning into one of disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

Turning away from the sink to face her, giving her a full look at the messy array of your face, you gave her a tentative smile. “Um, yes, please?”

She threw her arms out from their crossed position, exasperated. After a paused moment, she started to take quick steps closing the gap between you. “No. Absolutely not.” Valkyrie reached to put both of her hands on your face.

In response, you tried to bat away her inspection, but one sharp glance from her had you stopping your assault.

You scowled at her, but your chest filled with warmth at her attention. A small smirk worked its way onto Val’s face. “You’re cute when you’re trying to act put off.”

“I’m not trying to do anything. I am put off,” You grumbled under your breath.

Since you both were so close, Valkyrie heard your words, loud and clear, but she wisely decided not to comment further.

In her close examination of your face, she poked a particularly gnarly bruise on your cheekbone, which caused you to let out a yelp.

“Whoops. Just trying to make sure it’s not actually really paint or food.”

Your scowl deepened. “Har-Har.”

Amusement flitted across her eyes, loosening the scrunch of her eyebrows. “I can see you don’t find it very amusing, but I thought it was quite funny.”

You knew this little routine well. Ever since Valkyrie lost her sisters to the death goddess, Hela, her willingness to be openly emotional wasn’t very often. But something, in particular, sparked in her when anything happened to you. Always the protector, your Vee.

When you decided to speak next, your voice was sincere, “I am fine, you know. I’m not going to kneel over from a couple of scratches and bumps.”

Valkyrie chose to ignore that. She let her fingers lightly dust across your forehead where you knew a particularly bad pair of scratches lay.  “These need to be cleaned to keep from possible infection.” You opened your mouth to protest, but she held up a finger in front of your face. “And no arguing. If you want to do something useful with your mouth, I have some ideas, but until then, keep it shut, yes?”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise at her bluntness, but you couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across your mouth. Valkyrie rolled her eyes at your goofy, lovesick grin and grabbed your wrist, and led you to the toilet seat. She gestured down to it. “Sit.”

And you sat. Because in the end, fighting her was nearly pointless when it came to things like this.

Valkyrie turned away to reach into the medicine cabinet. She mumbled to herself as she searched, “No, no. Definitely, not. Uh.. oh, is that? No…,” and then, finally, an “Ah, ha! Gotcha,” flooded the air, and you knew she finally found the first aid kit.

She turned to you with a proud smile, holding up the white plastic box. “I got it.”

You arched an eyebrow at her and deadpanned, “Yeah, honey, I can see that.”

It was her turn to scowl at you, which caused an unexpected laugh to breach past your lips.

“Oh, so this you laugh at, but at my jokes, it’s crickets.”

“No, because that was actually funny.” Those brown eyes rolled, again, at your expense.

Valkyrie made her way back over to you and crouched down between your legs, so she could easily tend to your wounds. You frowned, another futile protest getting ready to break your lips, but once more Valkyrie beat you to it.

Her eyes were unusually soft as she spoke, “Just let me take care of you. Please.” A leak of desperation found its way into her voice, making your heart tug in your chest. You dipped your head in resignation.

Valkyrie put her hand beneath your chin and pushed your head back up so that your eyes were looking into hers. She let one finger stroke over your cheekbone and then drag a path down your cheek to your collarbone. “I do care, you know. I care a lot about you. So, just let me take care of my girl. Just this once without any further fighting.”

Well, fuck. When she said shit like that, how the hell were you supposed to deny her?

You leaned down to push a kiss onto her cheek. “I know you care, Vee. You don’t have to tell me, baby. I got you.”

You dramatically clasped your hands together and sat straighter. “Okay, doc. I’m ready. Just tell it to me straight. Am I gonna make it?”

The raw vulnerability scribbled across Valkyrie’s face washed away into elation. A loud laugh boomed into the room, her head throwing back with the action. You beamed with pride at the noise.

When she finally pulled herself together, she let out a hum. “Oh, god. I do hate to tell you, but I think you might just…live.”

You shook your head, mock horror covering your features. You ducked your head down into her shoulder, wincing a little when the cuts hit Valkyrie’s shoulder bone. “No. No, say it isn’t true!”

You pulled your head back to see Valkyrie reaching into the idle first aid kit, she shook her head solemnly as she pick up an alcohol wipe. “I’m afraid so. There isn’t much we can do but to let you live.”

You gasped teasingly, but when Valkyrie went and swiped the wipe across your forehead, you really did gasp, for real. “Hey! Ow! A little heads up there, speedy Gonzalas, jeez.”

For the third time, Valkyrie rolls her eyes, amused. “Oh, don’t be such a cry baby. It’s just a little stinging.”

You pouted, letting your bottom lip pop out. “Tell that to my aching forehead.”

Valkyrie didn’t answer you, just put her hand on your knee and started rubbing comforting circles there. That little action soothed you more than any words could’ve.

Val went to reach for the ointment next, to most likely over-apply on your face like a moisturizer of sorts, when she finally asked you the question you’d been waiting to hear.

“So, how exactly did you wind up getting these cuts and bruises?”

“Mmm, I uh, fell. I fell down- fell down a flight of stairs.”

Valkyrie’s lips pursed in false interest. “A flight of stairs, you say?”

You quickly nodded as she started to apply the ointment.

“Do these flight of stairs go along with the paint story or the food one? You know, just so I can keep track.”

You pretended to think for a moment. “I think the paint one would make more sense. I fell, and at the bottom of the steps were a bunch of paint cans which I crashed into, creating the mess on my face.”

Valkyrie’s hand went to the back of your neck squeezing lightly. “Just tell me. It’s not like I’m going to do anything drastic.”

Your face deadpanned and at your look, Val’s hands went up in surrender. “Fine. This time, I promise not to do anything unreasonable.”

You cocked an eyebrow at her, very easily picking up on her choice of words, but Valkyrie wasn’t budging. “Love, all I can promise is that it won’t be unreasonable.”

You sighed. You could either tell her now or face the consequences later. You let your eyes focus on her hand as she went to screw the cap back onto the ointment bottle. “Thor and I got into it.”

You saw her hackles raise instantly at the implication, but you were quick to amend. “We were sparring, and I accidentally dropped my spear, so the blunt end of his stick whacked up my face, hence the bruises. Then the scratches are from my forehead skimming the hilt of my astray spear when I fell.”

Valkyrie’s shoulders loosened at your words, but you could still see the fire in her eyes, and you knew that in a, perhaps not so, subtle way later, Thor would be paying for what happened.

You shook your head at her. “Don’t go too hard on him. For me, at least.”

She made sure her eyes were focused on putting everything away in the first aid kit. Her voice was reluctant, “....Fine.” That earned a giggle from you at her attitude.

After putting everything back into the aid box, she let her eyes sweep over your face once more. After she was satisfied that she disinfected and covered every small red area, she lightly cupped both of your cheeks and pecked your lips. “All done.”

She may have been done, but you certainly weren’t. You cupped her jaw and brought her back into you, giving her a deeper kiss. One you hoped told her how much you appreciated the affection and attention she gave you tonight.

When you both were sated with loving kisses and finally pulled away from each other, you saw the recognition in her eyes, the way she knew how deeply you really did care for her. And you knew she felt the same towards you, too.

#valkyrie #valkyrie x reader #valkyrie x y/n #valkyrie fluff #marvel fic #valkyrie x you #thor love and thunder #marvel #MCU #buckysred

[trafalgarlogy]

☰ LAST DANCE - SHIVA

TW !? Obsessive Behaviour, Forced Relationship, Abusive & Toxic Relationship, Fem!Reader, Gore

How Did You Meet !?

i. since childhood, you were passionate about dance, "dance didn't take you anywhere but seduce strange men" as for what your parents and relatives said... ii. society never gave chance to women to do great things, growing they were taught to bear kids and be gentle and caring figures to them. iii. if none of that, women would become toys that men could play with and throw anytime, and following those footsteps you became what your parents warned you the most about iv. you regretted your life decisions and remembered those words of your parents, who now refused to even recognize you as their daughter and even look at you v. you danced in many functions including the royal court/ceremonies where men would look at you in a certain way that made you feel uncomfortable, you tried to ignore those gazes full of lust and desire pinned on you, but for how long....? vi. until on one shocking day, an order came for you to perform in the heavenly court of svarga, how was this possible?...an order to perform in heaven?... vii. the gods gathered to see a mortal's dance, thought of it disgusted them but Brahma insisted on telling them it was worth the while, especially to the lord of svarga, Shiva who was said to be passionate about dance as well viii. entering the court, you were nervous standing in front of the gods all alone, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, you knew if you messed up or failed to satisfy them you will be sentenced to death, Brahma sitting on his throne clapped his hands once signaling the music to start. ix. as music played, you started dancing following the rhythm, you danced gracefully in front of the entire court, as the gods gasped, they had to admit Brahma was right, their gaze focused on you and your moves, or was for your body x. especially the pair of eyes of those of Shiva, who was fascinated by this human, it seemed that he already had made plans to make you his wife... xi. as the music finally stopped with your dance, you bowed down, as the gods clapped and Brahma raised his head proudly looking at you xii. "the court is dismissed" Brahma said, as you nodded and walked away with the musicians who showered you with compliments, after that day you became well known around your area and heavens for your dance but there was something else that bothered you now, you felt someone was following and looking at your every action.

Aftermath

i. It was Shiva all along, who followed you and observed your every action, even secretly attending the performances you made. ii. things started to get too intense when he started "borrowing" your stuff by sneaking into your room when you were not around and taking your belongings. iii. it was nothing cause at times it went unnoticed, so he started sending creepy notes written in an ancient language, and disturbing gifts like someone's heart, the note beside it "it's the heart of the man who looked at in a wrong way, no one dares to look at you the way I do" iv. these events disturbed you terribly, that you canceled all the performances you were supposed to make, you were scared, and you wanted to run away but you couldn't cause you had a hard time achieving the life you had now v. Shiva enjoyed the fear he had caused you. after it was all part of his plan to enter your life and make you fall in love with him vi. He ordered his servants to bring you to him, and when you arrived he hugged you tightly with his four arms as you tried to push him away, you failed cause he was too strong vii. he forced you to marry him and forcingly ascended you to become the goddess of music and dance.

How Would He Treat You !?

i. Shiva, is a sadistic yandere, who doesn't hesitate to make a pool of blood when it comes to you... ii. Including those who bad-mouthed you iii. He'll order you to perform for him anytime, anywhere iv. He gives you special treatment compared to his wives, giving you the title "Shiva's favorite wife" by the other gods v. He will most likely lock you up in a room and allow only servants and maids to enter vi. He'll try to win your heart by giving the best of the best things coming from the corners of India, the only thing you have to do is ask vii. He won't tolerate you talking rudely to him, as he expects you to treat him nicely for what he has done for you. viii. Calls you: Meri Jaan(My Life), (Name), Love ix. If you do something against him, he would pull you by your hair(ouch), and drag you to a special room he made for "punishment/saza", he'll tie you up and use a heated metal rod but not one but four!! to burn you, in the portion that are weak that does not include vital cause after your his love. That's why you have many wounds on your body that you have to cover with clothes and foundation(did it exist at that time? Idk man don't mind it) x. the day he gives you punishment, he'll come to your room after 2-3 hours later and kiss you gently on your head and hug you, or make out with you which is also forced(rip your virginity).

Happy New Year Everyone!, Enjoy this year like never before, and keep smiling cause you look beautiful in it!

#Spotify #ror shiva #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok x reader #ror #snv #itssimpforeternity #happy new year guyssss #nyxxcore

[rukia-writes]

hey rukia! Can I request a fem reader who is sick and tries to pretend like she is okay in front of Hercules, but later on he finds out and ends up taking care of her until she gets better?🙏🙏🙏

Hercules x (fem) reader

A/N: I would die if Hercules took care of me ♥️🥹

All the gods were currently having a council meeting deciding the fate of humanity was filled with gods from every pantheon, save for a certain goddess who had left a little early and was outside the council getting some fresh air. If she knew any better between the fever and dizziness it was possible she was coming down with a cold. Leaning against the wall (Name) felt a bit dizzy and a bit nauseous.

“Are you okay, (Name)? You don’t look so good.”

Recognizing the voice the goddess quickly straightened up the best she could to see a worried Hercules, smiling (Name) did her best to reassure her friend that she was okay. Although Hercules wasn’t satisfied with her answer and before he could say anything else (Name) gently patted his arm with a smile saying she was fine as she returned back to the council meeting.

Placing index finger chin as his lips were curled in a slight pout, Hercules was sure (Name) wasn’t well physically even if she said she was fine. Then again, (Name) always pretended like things were okay when they weren’t and that’s what worried the god.

The next day, (Name) was in her bed with a high fever with terrible cough and breathing was short. While in bed at her home (Name) was sure she over did it by going to that meeting and a a cold shiver ran her spine she felt like the world was small.

“I should have stayed home yesterday.”

“I told you, you were sick!”

Eyes opened wide and heart sinking to her stomach as she heard his voice as her door opened wide to see Hercules wearing a face mask while wheeling in a cart full of supplies, Blankets, Medicine, Food, and even water.

“Hercules! What are you doing here-Why are you here?!”

Mortified of having Hercules seeing in her sick state as she pulled the bed covers to her face, Smiling Hercules mentioned he heard that (Name) was sick by Hermes and as such decided to take care of her for the day.

“The day?! The whole day?!”

“Of course, I want to make sure you feel better!”

Ruffling (Name)’s hair Hercules kept to his word and took care of (Name) the whole day, whether it was helping her eat. Which he prided himself on making the best soup in Valhalla, and after tasting the soup Hercules it was actually rather good. Hercules didn’t even notice when he spoon-fed his beloved patient that her face was hot not because of her sickness but because of Hercules being sweet by feeding her and his smile was as beautiful as ever.

Hercules gave her medicine and while bitter he patted the top of her head saying, “You’ll feel better faster.” Followed by giving her favorite candy, Hercules believed it would help with the bitter medicine. Hercules also gave her privacy and would periodically check on her to see how she doing, quietly closing the door if she was sleeping.

Hercules even ran her bath water which (Name) was grateful for, while (Name) wouldn’t say it she felt like a princess from all that Hercules did for her that day. Perhaps, a bit too much as Hercules rocked her in his arms like a newborn until she fell asleep.

What was supposed to be a day turned into three days and of course (Name) enjoyed every minute of it while in her sickness still. Thanking Hercules when she felt better (Name) was grateful for Hercules being there for her and of course Hercules responded with, “it was the right thing to do.”

Right before sneezing himself.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #Hercules x reader