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justpoliteconversations · 2 months

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The Negotiator [Reader + Mer!Warriors]

This was not in your job description. You don't get paid enough.

The self-indulgent is spewing forth even stronger than usual with this one. This particular topic was supposed to happen differently, but I was seduced by the unceasingly posts of the scarf on my dash. It be that way sometimes.

Masterlist

Part: 1 / 2

TW: Implied things. Not specifying, so be warned.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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You hadn't aimed for the welfare department when you'd signed up for an entry level position at a mer rehabilitation center. In fact, you hadn't expected to be considered at all, nevermind accepting the position even if you did get a call. It had been a fit of fancy sending in that application. A shot in the dark, when honestly you'd already been accepted for another job.

And yet, here you are. Just like you'd taken a chance in sending out that application, you took another one when you turned down the job you'd lined up previously in favor of a pipe dream.

You just hadn't expected that dream to become a nightmare so quickly. You hadn't expected the glamor of media and public perception to be so skewed by romantic bullshit it had become more akin to a lie than an embellished retelling.

In the time you'd been working there, you learned something about Mers that should have been obvious from the beginning (was obvious, you just hadn't wanted to accept it at first). Furthermore, you learned something about humans you'd always known but now had deep, intimate experience with.

And that was that Mers are dangerous, feral creatures. And that humans are damned idiots.

"Wars." You called softly (you knew he'd hear you. he always did), staring down cautiously into the enclosure from the safety of a catwalk far above. The water rippled at the surface, just the slightest of movements giving away the presence of the Mer you currently had the most concerns about.

Wars, for better or worse, was a charmer as far as mers go (honestly, as far as any male species goes). A handsome face, elegant features, charisma for days and a flare for the dramatic. And also, a flirt. An insatiable flirt who knew how to woo a female of any species into giving him a second look.

It was what made him so valuable to the center. So damned profitable. The picture perfect fantasy come to life, all wrapped up in a saucy little wink and a sweet (fake. so fake) gesture of affection for the throngs of desperate humans clambering to meet the real life prince charming. The perfect act. An act made by a predator that thrived on deception.

And those ignorant center visitors were none the wiser. Just throwing their money away to coo and sigh at the smiling face that had learned to keep his fangs securely behind an upturned pair of lips.

It's not hard for a creature as intelligent as mers to lie, after all. Despite what the law may interpret the existence of mers as, when it came down to it they were sentient predators. And humans were just as likely to end up on the menu as anything else.

The water shifted again, and suddenly there he was. Golden spun hair shimmering in the sunlight like gold dust, gorgeous blue eyes half-lidded and a smile (fake. fake. fake.) turned delicately against the plush shine of full lips.

He did a little turn in the water as he looked up at you with a damn good imitation of bedroom eyes, making a soft cooing sound and letting the long, silky sapphire fan of his fins flare out across the water's surface like a great billowing cloak. By the end of the flashy swirl, he's wrapped his glimmering curtain of tail fins around himself, blowing you a kiss in a very humanlike gesture. Of course, throwing in his signature wink at the end, delicate head fins folded back and eyes so liquid they were practically melted.

Ever the performer. And currently the bane of your existence.

"Yes, yes. Beautiful as always, Wars." You drawled, rolling your eyes before continuing. "Now. If you're done trying to kill me for the day-" He made a wounded (fake) sound in the back of his throat. "-I have to talk to you." You leveled his pouting face with a serious stare. "About my co-workers."

It was instant. The way War's melted sugar eyes hardened like cold chips of ice, the pupils within constricting so rapidly you could see it even several meters above the water. His fins pulled close and held perfectly still atop the water's surface, the lithe muscles of his tail working so fluidly in his element he hardly seemed to move at all.

He sank just the slightest bit until it was just his dark, predatory eyes watching you from the eerily still surface. Waiting. Watching. Assessing.

It took everything in you not to take a step back. Away from the catwalk. Away from the predator curled tight in the water below, tense as a coil in a spring-loaded trap (you wondered sometimes if he might not make the leap one day and drag you down to your death. he had the power for it, no matter what your coworkers seemed to think).

You pushed away the unease, instead taking a step forward. Ignored the way his eyes tracked you like pinpoints against the whites of his eyes. "I'm sure you've heard that management are thinking of putting someone in the water with you. For- performance potential." You grimaced at the idea of it.

It would be a blood bath. Warriors was territorial. Far too territorial to allow just any random trainer in the water with him (which shouldn't have ever been a concern at all. because there were restrictions put in place for a reason. and no direct human-mer interactions was at the very top of the list damnit).

Wars was silent, as was to be expected. He hadn't yet learned human speech, and if you had your way he never would. Because he wasn't even supposed to be at the center anymore. He should be back in the wild where he belonged. Seducing fish and seals to their untimely deaths or whatever it was this particular mer did to get by before he arrived at the center.

But he was a money maker (and a damned good one). He was basically the face of the center by this point (featured on so many postures it was nearly sickening). And the big bosses were hard pressed to let such a cash cow go without a fight.

You understood. You really did. Money didn't grow on trees and mers were expensive to upkeep. Not even accounting for the gray-area bullshit that was mer standing in the political sphere. Mers were not an easy subject to acquire funding for, given the hazy line between sentience and non-sentience the world at large couldn't seem to agree on (you knew where you stood on that line).

However, (and as you've said so many times before) forcibly keeping him (or any mer) here with the intent to gain profit went against the very purpose of the center. Which was to rehabilitate mers affected by human-made incidents and to release them back into their natural environments as soon as possible.

Simple. Effective. Routine. And then Wars had showed up with a badly torn (shredded) fin from an illegal nighttime boating incident. He was put into the isolation tank (just like any other new arrival) where he had then proceeded to mimic his handlers' playful (you damned well hoped it had been playful) gestures out of boredom.

He's intelligent. Very, very intelligent. He learned very quickly which gestures got him the most attention. And food. And the rest, as one could say, was history.

Which had snowballed into the issue you were now addressing. That some grade A idiot up top thought it would be a good idea to get someone in the water with a potentially deadly (very much deadly. actively deadly) mer just because he learned how to blow a kiss and smile pretty for treats.

"Wars. I am trying my best to get you back to the ocean where you belong." You saw the way his pinprick eyes dilated and flickered briefly, and you resisted the urge to grit your teeth. "Yes, Wars. The ocean. Where you actually belong. Not here in this tank, lovely as you seem to think it is."

Silence. As was expected. Except for the way Wars had flicked his head fins in slight irritation, upset that you were talking of releasing him again when he had made it abundantly clear that he preferred it here. Where all his wants and needs were provided for and life was just so easy to coast through with a few mimicked expressions.

You leaned against the catwalk, arms crossed and head hanging at the shoulders. Not looking forward to a potential one-sided argument with Wars. Exhausted as you were from a long day of arguing with your superiors and trying your damnedest not to call them all conceded fools and ignorant morons.

You sighed. "But that's not the point right now." You moved away from the topic before it could throw you off track. And thankfully, Wars let you (for now). "I'm doing everything in my power to keep all these overzealous idiots out of your territory." He made a pleased coo at that, but you silenced him with a tired glare. "You aren't making it easy, Wars."

From the water, the blue-finned mer unfurled his elegant tail fins and began waving them gently through the water, chirping and squeaking at you in appreciation. It was so convincing you almost wanted to smile, but you didn't because you weren't an idiot.

"Cute. But no takers, love. Your eyes are still doing that thing they do when you're contemplating ripping someone's throat out." Wars blinked at that, before finally (finally) pulling his lips back until his fangs were on full display. Long and sharp and predatory to the very core of him. "Ah. There he is. Good to know we know where we stand with each other."

And he snickered. Honest to God snickered. Pupils no longer flickering between too large and too narrow, just settled into some state of in-between you've come to learn was his version of relaxed.

It was unnerving. But better than the fake ass smiles and doe eyes he seemed intent on practicing on you. Anything was better than knowing you were being actively hunted (even if just for casual sport. especially because it was just for casual sport).

You picked up the bucket at your side now that you had his actual attention. "Back to business." You grabbed a fish from it, a beautiful female salmon nearly half your size (eggs still intact, just how Wars preferred them). "They're going to evaluate you tomorrow. I need you to be- less pleasant." That was definitely an unimpressed snort, but his attention was still on the fish and therefore you were still negotiating. "And by that I mean hissing, snarling. Hell. Even some tail thrashing wouldn't be amidst."

You held the fish out over the catwalk, and his eyes pinpricked again, tracking it with interest. Now for the hard part. "But no biting." His eyes. Flickered. Contracted. Dilated.

"No biting, Wars. Don't kill them." His eyes were fully blown now. Looking you right in the eye. Quiet. So quiet.

"I'm going to give you this salmon. Okay, Wars?" No response. "And if you don't bite, kill or maim anyone, I'll bring you three more. Just like this one."

That caught his interest, and you pressed your advantage. "You know I'd never break my promise to you. I never have before, right?"

He blinked. And his eyes were neutral again. Tracking the salmon with new appreciation. Something almost like enlightenment entering his eyes.

"Is it a deal?"

You were making a deal with the devil. Because this was an intelligent mer. And when he learned how to get what he wanted he'd grasp it with both of his clawed hands and never let it go.

He nodded. And you knew future you would rue this day for the rest of your life (or just until you got this fucker back to the wild, because you would. for sure).

But still. Tension you hadn't even realized was in your chest loosened. Relief flooded your body, so great you nearly went limp with it.

You didn't want to think about what the alternative would have been. Even if it meant Wars now had a new trick in his arsenal to make your life a misery, it would be worth it (it had to be).

It would have been a bloodbath. You were sure of it. Wars was territorial, after all. Of his space. Of his food. Of his resources.

It was why he didn't want to leave.

"Okay." You said, smiling finally. "Here you go."

And with a toss the deal was struck. And you prayed to whatever deity would listen that Wars kept his end of the deal. Because he was an accomplished liar, and he always had been.

And you knew, beyond logic and beyond evidence, why Wars had been hit that night. Why he'd been so close to that boat when he'd been ensnared in their propeller. Why he'd been right under them, so close he could reach out and touch it. In shallow water. With the lights off and the moon full.

Why he'd had injuries on his hands that weren't from propellor blades. Why his claws had damn near been ripped off.

He was territorial, after all. And a predator. The top of the food chain.

And humans were just another animal.

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Back to the shadow to rest. It's so late.

#merman warriors #linked universe x reader #linked universe

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forlorn-crows · 11 months

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I have had the worst day imaginable and I've come to ask I'd you have any mountrain words to spare. Doesn't really matter what it is tbh

🫰🏻

you're getting nasty mountrain because SOMEONE (@miasmaghoul):

decided they would put NASTINESS in my inbox and then proceed to TORTURE ME THE ENTIRE WORKDAY (@askingforthesun TOO) along with NUMEROUS OTHER PEOPLE (@xxwhiskeyxx @idkhowbut-art @divine-misfortune) THAT DECIDED IT WAS MAKE CROW HOT AND BOTHERED W/FANTASIES OF MOUNTAIN DAY.

so HERE. HERE'S YOUR PORN.

"Fuck, look at you, darling, so full of me," Mountain breathes. He looks down at where they’re joined together, flushed folds stretched around the base of his cock, made even more visible with the way Rain has his knees bracketing his ears.

"So full," Rain echoes. He clings to Mountain's shoulders, pulling him closer with what little willpower and executive function he has left. The earth ghoul folds over him, tucking his face into Rain's neck and humming low and pleased. The change in angle makes him keen, whining over the way Mountain's cock drags along his walls and prods at the deepest parts of him with each slow, hard thrust.

"Do you know how good you feel?” The earth ghoul purrs. “How fucking wet you are for me?” As if to punctuate his statement, Rain’s cunt drools slick out at the words, further slicking down the hair on Mountain’s balls and making each of his thrusts squelch deliciously.

Mountain moans, high and breathy. "Fuck, yeah, like that. Santanas like that.” He speeds up his thrusts, really slapping skin against skin. Rain own little cock throbs with it. He whines into Mountain’s neck, mouthing sloppily at the skin behind his ear. The head of his cock drags sinfully and precisely over his g-spot with every thrust, pressure building.

“S’ good,” Rain cries, “shit. Seven. Hells. Moun-tain.” His voice catches each time the earth ghoul fucks into him. He can feel how wet he is now, slick trailing over his hole and dripping onto the sheets below them.

“That’s it, tadpole,” Mountain groans. “That’s it.” He licks a stripe along the delicate fins on Rain’s throat, sliding along gills and velvety flesh. It sends a spike of pleasure straight down his spine, making his eyes roll back.

“Oh fu—” Rain chokes out, bucking against Mountain’s hips. “Fucking touch me, touch my tits, fuck me,” he babbles. His nails dig marks into the earth ghoul’s shoulders as he claws desperately.

Mountain pushes back up, looking down at him with heavy eyes. “Gorgeous,” he breathes before ducking down to suck a pert nipple into his mouth, humming as he rolls it around his tongue. He palms the other, covering it fully and massaging with deft fingers.

“Hn,” Rain groans. He grasps blindly for Mountain’s other hand, grabbing his wrist and shoving it between them down to their groins. He gets the hint and circles Rain’s clit luxuriously slow, matching the motion with his tongue. He rolls his hips simultaneously, and Rain thinks his brain melts out of his ears. He drops his hands and wrings them in the sheets, pressing the back of his head into the mattress as he arches into it all. That pressure in his stomach grows, heat pooling quicker and quicker.

“Mount,” he gasps. “Please, m’ gonna—need you to—oh.”

Mountain pulls off his nipple with a wet pop, giving a light nip to the other before rising up again. “Want me to really fuck you, darling?”

“Yes,” Rain whines.

The earth ghoul chuckles and frames Rain’s hips with his hands, thumbs almost meeting just under his naval. Rain’s legs fall to his waist and wrap around. Mountain presses down, pushing more and more of his weight into his pelvis, delicious pressure that takes Rain’s breath away. Mountain rolls his hips once more and he trembles at the friction.

“More,” he wheezes. The earth ghoul thrusts hard, both ghouls groaning as he hits home.

“Want you to cum for me, wanna feel you throb around my cock,” he rumbles. He thrusts again, balls slapping against Rain’s hole. “Want you to really give it to me.” Thrust, again. “Fuck, want you to squeeze it out of me.” Thrust, again. Getting just as desperate as Rain, now. Thrust.

Rain clenches down, earning a soft moan in return. He can barely keep his eyes open, not with the way Mountain fucks him into the mattress, looms over him and fills him so completely. He returns to that rhythm as before, measured and forceful.

“Yes,” Rain whines. “Yes, Lucifer below, yes.” He can feel his orgasm building, thighs twitching and stomach jumping. But there’s this pressure, something he’s never felt before, lingering just underneath Mountain’s fingertips. It’s a warm, full sensation, the tension in his clit suddenly as taught as the strings on his bass.

“Mount—I, oh, m’ gonna—fuck, wait—”

“Yes, darling, come on.” Mountain shifts his weight and dips his hand down to Rain’s dick once more, stroking it between his fingers in time with his thrusts. The touch and the weight of his hand over his mound sends him over the edge without warning, that full pressure bursting and sending white hot pleasure straight through his core. Fluid gushes over his folds, over Mountain’s fingers, soaks into the bedding. It’s warm and wet and it feels like he’s cumming more than he ever has. Vaguely he registers the slew of curses and whorish sounds streaming from his lips unbidden.

“Hnf, Rain—ha—fuck yes, soak my cock oh Belial,” Mountain cries, fucking him faster. “Fuck, tadpole, you’ve never—oh, so fucking wet.” He runs his shaking fingers through the last trickling drops, hips faltering in their rhythm. The earth ghoul brings the soaked digits to his mouth, moaning as he pushes past his lips and sucks the slick and squirt off of them. A groan rips through him as he buries as deep as he can go into Rain’s cunt, spilling hot and fast inside him. Rain drags him down, sloppily pressing their mouths together and swallowing all the sounds Mountain gives him, letting out his own broken moan at the salty, heady taste of himself on his tongue.

“Rain—I—you—mmm,” he pants, hips twitching as Rain’s cunt milks him for all he’s got. “That was—oh fuck.”

“I don’t know,” Rain chokes out, swallowing so hard his throat clicks. “I’ve never—”

“It’s hot. Fuck that was so fucking hot, Rain.”

Rain buries his face into Mountain’s neck, mumbling something into his sweaty skin.

“Wha–?” He pants, pulling away to look at the water ghoul. Rain bites his lip and looks down between them. He moves his hips ever so, making Mountain groan and grip his shoulders.

“Make me do it again,” Rain whispers.

#now kindly LEAVE ME TO MY ACHING D---#ask #river #miasma #mal #yeah im tagging all you fuckers #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #fanfic #ficlet #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #transmasc rain #mountrain #the band ghost fanfic #mountain/rain #rain/mountain #no i did not re read this shit no editing hours as always

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rebornologist · 3 months

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Hello, Ghostie. I'd like to request D and M for Squalo, please. Thanks!

NSF/W HEADCANON ♡ GAME - SUPERBI SQUALO ₊⁺˳✧

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♡ Dirty Secret

He’s fairly dominant and does stick to topping in sexual encounters, but I think there’s an inkling of interest in the functions of his prostate and what wonders that could bring him. However, he’s pretty tense and unwilling to hand the reins over to just anyone. Maybe with the right person… he’d open up a little? It would be such a good way for him to let go for once, but we know that this guy is wound up af. The curiosity is probably spurred by having some occasional steamy dreams, but he’s too stubborn to fulfill them irl, so they stay as fantasies.

♡ Motivation

Dirty talk gets him going. He’s not an easy egg to crack, but his ego is big, and if you know how to stroke it, he’ll.. have you stroking something else in no time! It works extra well if you flaunt something visually to him, as well. He’s a fairly visual creature, and he’s likely to notice every little cue you give him.

...

And a little bonus idea about his Hair.. He puts his hair up/back with a hair tie (and recently discovered the claw clip) before things get too crazy because he hates when his long hair gets caught in the tangle of limbs. But oh, the H prompt is about whether the carpet matches the drapes, huh..

He doesn’t do a lot of maintenance with it, maybe the occasional trim if he feels like it’s just taking up too much space and he’d rather allocate the space in his pants for his dick or whatever. Loosely related to Motivation, he gets a huge ego boost from knowing that his lover finds him absolutely irresistible,, he purposefully wears fairly low-rise leather pants or wraps the towel sooo loosely around his hips after a shower because his happy trail peeks out and it drives his partner absolutely crazy. He notices when they’re staring and a knowing shit-eating grin just creeps onto his face every time.

fin.

anon thank u for giving me an excuse to talk about squalo..

#khr #khr headcanons #superbi squalo #superbi squalo x reader #hitman reborn headcanons #khr smut #hitman reborn x reader #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #katekyo hitman reborn #khr x reader #hitman reborn #khr imagines

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rinkunwritesstuff · 3 months

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MDNI‼️

pov: idia doesn't want you to baby him any more

warnings: not-really-porn without plot, rather suggestive then smut, sub idia, dom reader, reader has a dick that can't be seen as strap, teasing blushy idia >>>>

wc:

reader: gn (2nd person "you")

you two didn't even make it to your bedroom as you were sloppily kissing each other, hands traversing various body parts. he managed to pull you onto the sofa in the middle of the living room and you just let him take charge of your positioning. you were now laying beneath him, feeling him straddle your hips and grinding onto your erection.

"you're being bold today, darling", you managed to say between heated kisses. hearing that, idia picked up the pace, pushing his weight onto your dick and sliding it into the correct position, where it almost felt like you're already penetrating his greedy hole.

even though his actions tried to convince you that he's merely teasing and egging you on, wanting to make you lose control, his hair reveals his true intention. pink flames shoot up from his scalp, indicating that he's flustered right now. seeing that, you let your hand travel down his back down to his tight ass, which you give a little pinch and in turn hear his rewarding moans.

"my darling's being so needy right now.. let me give you what you want", as you said that, his eyes go wide and you see his signature grin forming on his face, his sharp teeth reflecting the moody lights in the living room.

you sat the two of you up on the sofa and grabbed his chin to kiss him more. suddenly, you hear a displeased grunt and you opened your eyes. he pushes you a bit further away from him, his facial expression a less than pleased one.

"look y/n, i love you, but can you pleease stop the endless foreplay? i'm trying to get laid here and having to wait for something that i've been going crazy thinking about is more than unfair, don'tcha think?" he looked very serious as he stated what's wrong and gazed at you expectantly. "..how long has this been bothering you?", you asked idia, completely unaware of his feelings.

"when we started having sex, like, a month ago. it's nothing grave but it has come to my attention that you simply don't want to go rough on me. i get that you're trying to make love to me, but we don't have to be this careful and affectionate aaall the time. sometimes, i just want you to fuck me stupid, no exceptions. justyoupoundingmeintotomorrow. liveoutallofyourkinkyfantasieswithme. i'dlovetobeusedbyyou- ", idia stated, growing more quiet and flustered towards the end of his speech and his hair turning even more pink than it already was.

"all of my fantasies you say?~", you wiggled your eyebrows at him as idia bashfully looked away, embarrassed my his own words but still nodding shyly. "are you sure you can handle it, sweetheart? if you want me to start you're gonna have to beg me to stop, you know. are you certain you want me to go rough on you, darling?" gulping, idia nodded once more, seeming to look straight into your soul and dying of curiosity of what you would do next.

"alright then.. don't say i didn't warn you", you abruptly picked him up, grabbing onto his thighs. surprised by your actions, idia wraps his arms around your neck and his legs around your waist. you managed to make him let out a little yelp. confidently, you carried him to your bedroom since for what you had in mind the sofa wouldn't have had enough space to accommodate both you and idia...

fin.

i'm so normal about this man aaah

#sub twst #twisted wonderland #twst smut #twst x reader #idia shroud #twst idia #twisted wonderland idia #idia x reader #sub idia

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midnightfire830 · 2 months

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How fast does Seahorse Holly move in water? Seahorses are slow swimmers because they have a small swimming tail fin. Does she move fast because of fantasy/cartoon logic or slow because of realistic logic?

Also, if Cuphead and Holly are dating in the mermaid au. A Seahorse couple would wrap around each other's tails so they don't lose each other in the ocean. Can you make art of Holly and Cuphead wrapping their tails around each other's? It's okay if you don't want to make this art.

Yeah realistic logic. Not a big fan of cartoon logic explanations. She’s a very slow swimmer unfortunately. (Fun fact seahorses are among the slowest fish in the ocean) She tries her best when they need to travel. Using her hands and arms to help propel if she needs the boost. But it’s pretty tiring trying to keep up with everyone. So Cuphead usually offers to carry her or help her out if she needs it.

Yes, this is Colly. And they’re actually dating. Because I ship those two so cussing hard. I read that about seahorses when doing research for this AU. She curls her tail when she’s asleep/cuddling as to not accidentally float away. But she also curls her tail around Cup’s when she’s flirting with him or just near him. She’s kinda embarrassed about it but Cup finds it adorable.

And I don’t mind art requests! Especially for my AUs!!

So here’s Holly hitching a ride and falling asleep on Cuphead!!

😁

Thanks for the ask Fox!

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xomakara · 7 months

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Diving Into You

DIY Chap. Master || Previous || FIN

Chapter 10

It’s cloudy, a slow breeze rippling the bride’s lace dress as she walks up the aisle.

From your vantage point on the third floor overseeing the vast grounds, you’re mesmerized. The wedding with its perfect aisle, the décor, flowers…seems like a different world from up here.

Maybe because you’re not alone. Your boyfriend is here.

Coming up behind you, his arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder. The close-shaven jaw scratches your soft skin. You close your eyes, briefly inhaling his scent.

“It was a beautiful ceremony.”

“Yes, it was.”

“You think that will be us, one day?” You looked up at him. “Happily married and having kids?”

“I would love to marry you.” Jeno chuckled. “Just no kids yet. We’re still plenty young.”

You laid your head back on his chest. “I agree. Let me have you to myself for a few more years.”

He tightened his grasp, giving you a small peck on your temple. “Thanks for coming, babe. I didn’t know if you would.”

“You asked me to join you. So here I am.”

Jeno turns you around to face him. “What else would I get away with if I just asked you? What if I get crazy with my demands? What if I tie you up and fuck you all day?”

Your heart lurches at the obvious promise. “Try me.”

A fire crosses his beautiful eyes. You reach for him, stroking his thick hair.

The tender touch, combined with the obvious fantasies he’s spinning in his dirty mind, with the backdrop of one beautiful wedding—it’s changing the way you feel.

You wonder if he feels the shift in energy. And when his hands slip over your shoulders, you have your answer. He scratches your skin as he yanks the straps off your shoulders, freeing your breasts. When he squeezes the throbbing tits, your nipples are crushed. They harden against his palm, tits swelling to fill his palms.

His mouth dips to your shoulder, a slow trail of kisses planted up your neck to your lips. His restraint snaps just as yours does. You moan as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. You match his ferocious urgency. His touch is anything but gentle as he yanks your dress up to clasp your ass cheeks.

“Fuck, how I love this, babe.” He moans on your lips as his fingers dig through your crack, retrieving your G-string and hooking it over one ass cheek. His finger dips through, probing your pussy. All the while, your mouth is devoured, his teeth cutting into your lips. You fight to claim control of the kiss by cupping his jaw, scratching his hair, tilting your head to gain access to his tongue.

Jeno takes a step forward, pushing you onto the terrace. You know you’re in full view of the wedding guests if only they looked up.

He didn’t seem to give a fuck. Crushing you against the concrete railing, his crotch presses onto the tender, throbbing spot between your thighs. He's crushing your breast, a moment before he breaks the kiss and his lips close over your nipple.

The wet warmth of his mouth, the almost angry flicks of his tongue over the peak…ends with the sweet nibble you’ve come to expect. When his teeth graze your sensitive nipple, you moan in protest. You clutch handfuls of his hair to keep him right where he is.

You’re rocking your pussy against his crotch, wanting less barriers between you and him. No fabric. No distance. Just raw flesh wrapped in wet folds of your pussy.

The wait for his cock to fill you once again is tormenting.

But it also keeps you wanting, needy for him. Reaching down, you try to unbuckle his belt, but you can’t seem to get the hang of it. Grunting in frustration, you slip your palm over his crotch, gripping the shaft over the fabric of his pants. It’s rock hard, trapped down the right pant leg.

“I want your cock in my mouth.”

His hands are swift. He pulls his cock out of his pants and you clasp it, kneeling at his feet underneath the open sky. The warmth of his shaft sizzles on your tongue. You lift his cock, trapping his balls in your mouth, sucking to trap one swollen ball in the sack.

He’s growling, tugging your hair as his cock gently thrusts in your mouth. Your head bobs back and forth, your eyes closed, inhaling the delicious scent of him, relishing the precum spilling down your throat.

You want more. All of his cum. Every single drop.

Shoving one hand between your legs you circle your pussy hard, and fist his cock with the other.

“Babe, fuck. You’re so fucking horny for me, aren’t you? If we lived together, I’d wake you up by sucking your pussy, and then shove my cock up there, until you were raw.”

You moan, his words spinning madness in your clit just as much as your fingers are. His cock tastes so good, hardening and swelling between your taught lips.

You fist the length, matching the sucks, up and down, your tongue flat against the underside.

You know he’s about to blow in your mouth. His cock is getting thicker, stiffer. The veins are bulbous on his cock when you squeeze the root and shake viciously as you cum. Your clit burns under the friction of your fingers…just as the first spurt of his load fills your mouth.

He's growling, holding your head, plunging in slowly, emptying his full load on your tongue.

You swallow hard, sucking slower and slower. You can’t stop until you’ve drained every drop of his cum, and you know he loves getting sucked long after he's come.

For long seconds, you continue to taste his salty cum-soaked cock. Back and forth. He grows semi-hard in your mouth. Your ears are ringing.

You’re limp with exhaustion and delirious pleasure when he yanks you up by the arms and pulls you into his chest. His tongue plunges into your mouth to kiss you senseless.

Jeno still hasn’t had enough of you—clearly. Because he pushes his semi hard cock between your legs, dragging it along your soaked slit.

“I’ve got all day for you, babe. Once we get back to your apartment, I’m fucking you all over again.”

You know where this is going. You’re game.

You turn around and walk through the door.

“Yes, Jeno. Anything for you.” You say over your shoulder. Watching his eyes darken in lust.

You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger. And your pussy is so damned grateful for this power you have over your boyfriend.

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The Wrong Way (Dark Ending): Going Under, Part 2

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summery: After you give birth to Ellie in the cabin, Joel fins you and Tommy, besting Tommy in a fight. What happens to you? What happens to Ellie, Tommy, Lorenzo and the rest of the family Little One has acquired? How does Little One learn to cope with her new reality? Does she fall into the darkness that surrounds Joel and all he touches? Can Joel really change for you and your daughter?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING, graphic violence, murder, manipulation, the horrors, Joel being Joel, Tommy being kinda pathetic, Joel's weird sexual fantasies, breeding kink, abuse of power. Just.... all the bad.

Extra on the executions. Suicidal ideation. Sorry, I should've put tjat in the warnings first chapter but I just came up, so this is your warning now. Im tryingto think of all the hardest stuff that happens now so I can warn ahead of time but sometimes it just happens while writing you know? Things come up. Dont say i didnt want you with major character death

a/n who watched Avatar TLA growing up? There a reference to it at the very end.... that episode traumatized me

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It had been four days before Joel came and got you. The room was cold from the cool outside air; it was far from freezing, only a crisp Wyoming early fall so far. This had proven a benefit, despite the way you shivered under tattered blankets, as it aired out the bucket of piss and shit that was your toilet.

Ellie had to be dead by now. Infants need to be fed regularly, every 2-3 hours according to Maura… your breasts hurt, they hurt so fucking bad sometimes you cried from just that… but it wasn’t a hard leap from your depressed mindset. The pain was aching and you had to squeeze the milk out of your engorged breasts just to have a little relief. Your vagina hurt, too. Luckily you had stopped bleeding, although you wished you’d just bleed out already. Everything was pain and your dreams in the few moments you were sleeping were filled with nightmares.

You weren’t sure what you were living for. You laid on the mattress hour after hour, staring at the broken glass from your fit, thinking you could easily kill yourself… The only thing that stopped you was the effort it would require. Dazed, almost… that was the best way to describe it, all the hours blurring together

Honestly, you hadn't expected Joel to return at all. You figured he killed Ellie or just let her starve, killed Tommy and would just let you waste away in this god forsaken room, the room where so much happened.

Tommy taking your virginity after you begged him, playing go fish for hours.

Joel raping you, loving you, cuddling you.

Nick.

When he walked into the room, you didn’t even look up. You didn’t have the energy anymore. When his strong arms scooped you up, leading you out of the piss-smelling room, you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him like before… it had been habit at this point, after a year of doing this and you were no stranger to your body betraying you.

Joel, in turn, held you close. “Just look what you’ve done, hermosa… but it’s okay, we can fix it.”

“No” you whine, head in the crook of his neck. Why was his smell comforting after all that had happened? “We can’t fix this.” Your baby is gone, after all you did to try and save her.

“Yes, yes we can, you just gotta be good.” Of course Joel thought this was fixable. Ellie was only ever his replacement for Sarah, so she was replaceable herself. Joel would put a baby in you again and if it was a boy? Another one. And another, and another until you died, then he’d move onto the next vulnerable young girl.

Joel took you outside. When you saw the raiders all surrounding the yard, a yard that had previously been your comfort, a place you imagined your baby playing, you figured this is where he killed you. You were ready.

“Watch her” And he went into the house. The sunshine and fresh air felt nice, you had to admit. When he returned, he carried a little bundle; the baby blanket Mrs. Munoz knitted, with Ellie’s little face barely peeking out.

“ELLIE!” Joy and sunshine filled your heart again, and suddenly nothing else matter than the fact your daughter lived. Ecstatic, you dash towards her as all the pain of earlier seeming long gone in your desperate need for her, but Joel wouldn’t let you have it just yet. He moved her out from his firm grasp, still holding her but seemingly threatening to drop her. “JOEL NO!”

“She’s safe, little one, don’t you worry… as long as you behave.” He went back to rocking her, a soft expression as he looked at his daughter.

“H-how is she alive? She didn’t feed, I thought- I thought she was dead!”

“You really think I’d let my daughter starve?” His voice was condescending, a slight scoff at the end. “C’mon now, you can’t be that stupid. I know there's not a lot going on in that bimbo housewife brain of yours but I thought you had a little more faith in you than this.” He was… he was laughing at you. All the things he did to you, all the things he’s said… why did this hurt so bad? Joel never called you stupid before… and didn’t he… he threatened to hurt her just a moment ago, didn’t he? Or did he? Maybe you were reading into it too much…

“I’m not… I’m not stupid.” Defensively, you spoke but your eyes remained on your daughter.

“Oh, of course not, sweet girl, of course not.” Was he making fun of you? Why were the other men chuckling? “But I had a plan incase you couldn’t produce milk. I’ve got a freezer full of breast milk from other women, and even some formula. It’s expired but, it’ll do in a pinch.”

As relieved as you were about Ellie living, guilt punched at you. “You… Joel, you took milk away from hungry babies?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. Mrs. Little Feather was producing an abundance so I paid her well for a stash, just in case. I’ll always protect my family” He turned to one of the men and nodded.

Tommy was pushed out the house, hands bound behind him and he was shoved to the ground.

“TOMMY!” But you didn’t dare move, not when Joel had Ellie.

“Honey, fuck, I’m sorry, I-” He was cut off by Joel kicking him in the stomach. Tommy’s left hand was bandaged up from the stabbing.

But Tommy’s reveal wasn’t even the worst. Out of the house came Zach and Lorenzo, bound and gagged, quickly followed by the biggest shock yet. June. It had been a whole year since you’d seen her, never even saying goodbye when you were ripped away from your family. The four of them knelt on the ground, hands tied behind their backs, Lorenzo and Zach at one end of the yard, Tommy and June behind them. Joel shoved you towards Zach and Lorenzo, the guards taking off their mouth gags.

Zach yelled your name. “Run!” But Lorenzo knew better. Lorenzo knew there was no running from Joel, and there was no leaving Ellie behind. You stumble towards them, taking them in your arms. Joel was going to kill them.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry…” You sob, knowing this was because of you.

“Sweetheart.” Lorenzo’s voice called to you, oddly calm given the circumstances. “Sweetheart, look at me.” He waited until you looked him, Lorenzo’s large, brown, droopy eyes calming you the way they always did. “It’s okay. Zach and I… we’ve already made peace with this. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No it’s not!” You protest. “He’s gonna kill you both we will have NOTHING!”

Zach. “You’ll have Dolli.” You look to your big brother. “And I know it’s hard, and I know it’s shit right now, honey it’s shit, but you can’t leave her with Joel, okay? So you gotta do this. Think of mom, think of all she did so we could survive.”

A fresh bout of tears. You sniffle, smelling the grass and the dirt and the filth surrounding you. “But I can’t.” You sob violently. You can’t do this without help, you never could.

“You can-”

“I’m not strong!”

Lorenzo. “You’ve already been strong, always. You survived a lifetime of hell and you put up a hell of a fight, again and again. You’re gonna raise Dolly to be strong like you, okay?”

Ellie. Ellie needed you. Nothing else mattered but her. “Her name… her name Ellie. Joel chose Dolly, I chose Ellie June.”

Zach smiled. “Ellie June. I love it.”

“Your goddaughter, Zach.”

He nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on her, I promise. We both will.”

Joel steps up, still holding Ellie close to his chest with his left hand. “Alright, ‘nuff talk’n”

“No, Joel, please!” You desperately cling to your brothers, a feeble attempt to save their lives when you feel yourself being picked up by familiar arms; Tommy wrapped a strong arm around your middle pulling you away. “TOMMY LET ME GO!”

Kicking, screaming, fighting, you try to pull off him but your legs dangle, treading air.

“Joel.” Tommy called to his brother. “Dolly’s ears.” He referenced the baby in his arms as Joel pulled out the gun.

“There’s a silencer.”

Horror and anguish as you cry for your family, Lorenzo and Zach both mouthing that they loved you although you couldn’t hear a sound anymore, except the sharp eeeeee and muffled voices. The panic had set it.

Lorenzo and Zach come closer together, their bound up finger intertwining together. Joel strides up the the couple, covers Ellie’s ears with his hand and chest and-

BANG! BANG!

Zach and Lorenzo’s bodies felt limp to the ground, and you didn’t have it in you to scream any more. You went into shock, freezing up and zoning out, only barely aware of Joel comforting Ellie as she cried; no doubt startled from the shooting and commotion.

Joel spoke to his men, but you weren’t sure what he said… the only thing in your sights was your dead family and he thought that June and Tommy were probably next…wait, when was Tommy untied?

Joel hand grabbed your face and you heard a faint ‘Joel, stop’ but he didn’t. It was the middle of the sentence before you started to understand again. “-are both dead now. Jack is dead, Maura is dead. But her,” He pointed his gun at June, stepping towards her. “She’s alive. Zach tried to take her, thinking it’d save her. Look what good that did huh?”

You couldn’t speak, but Tommy did. “C’mon, man, she’s got nothing to do with this, don’t kill her.”

“Well Thomas, I’m glad you care so much, that’ll make the next part easier.”

“What are you-”

Joel ignored him. “Set her down.” Tommy did. You wobbled a bit but got to your feet, trying to concentrate on behaving… Zach was right, you needed to do this for Ellie. He walked back to you. “See how easily he listens to me? Like a guard dog. Tommy always was good at following orders.” He looked too Tommy again. “Take three steps back.” Tommy did. “Spin around” Tommy rolled his eyes, but did. “Shake you butt”

“Joel-”

“Do it Tommy”

Tommy did, looking humiliated in the process he wiggled his hips.

“Oh come ooooon” Joel laughs. “Put on a show”

“This is humiliating”

“THAT’S THE POINT!”

You wince at the outburst, wanting to hold Ellie so painfully bad… her little nose was getting runny from the cold, even with a little hat on.

Joel raised the gun to Ellie, and Tommy immidietly complied, shouting at him to knock it off. Jaw set tight, Tommy bent over and stuck out his butt, shaking it to the chuckles of the other men. Tommy fucking Miller, Joel’s previous right hand man. Feared leader, reduced to this indignity… You looked over to June, still bound and gagged and on her knees, looking utterly confused.

“Good job, Tommy” Joel turned back to you. “See how easy it was for Tommy to listen to me? Always been like that, following me around like a lost puppy, desperate for my approval… you know why I untied his hands, little one?” He didn’t wait for your answer. “Because I need you to know he watched. He watched me kill your brother and Lorenzo, he held you back while he watch. He watched me take you, he watched me fuck you on the table, he watched me brand you, and if he had been here last week he would’ve watched as I hung you.”

The whimper from your mouth at the memory is pathetic, but you keep your mouth shut as your eyes cry.

Joel perked up. It was like a shift, that dramatic change in his personalities that was so hard to keep up with. “So here’s my vision! It’s gonna take a while until we can all trust each other but I want us to all be a family.” He nudged his gun, and one of the men moved to June. Joel must have planned this all out, orchestrated it… He gave the gun to his man, and yanked down June’s gag. It was clear she had been crying heavily, but would not give Joel the dignity of begging for her life. June was strong like that. Sweet, kindhearted; a soft person who was undeniably stubborn. “Beautiful thing, aren’t you. Gonna make such a pretty wife.”

June was too proud to beg, but you’d been long suffering indigities. You had no pride left. “No, no, no, no, no JOEL! Don’t do this, I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Relax, bebita.” He laughed at you. “She’s not for me. You’re the only one for me, you know that right? You gave me my daughter back, you’ll always be my wife, no matter what.”

You were more confused than ever; a cooling breeze rustled your skirt, making you realize just how damn sweaty you’d gotten during all this. “Then what-”

Joel took the collar of June’s shirt, dragging her towards Tommy and throwing her at him as she squeaked in shock. Although he caught her, diving towards her falling body and preventing it from hitting the ground Tommy looked as confused as you did.

“I don’t want-”

“She’s your wife now”

“JOEL!” He held her and June clung to him. “This is insane, I don’t want a wife!”

Uninterested, Joel shrugged him off. “Fuck her, don’t, I don’t really care.” Joel strode towards you again but stopped to look over his shoulder at Tommy. “But knowing you, you probably will. Just a matter of whether you hold her down or not.”

Tommy, for all his weaknesses and flaws… you knew he was not that type of man.

“You and June will live in your old room. She can’t leave the room unsupervised until I say so” He turned to you. “Same with you, little one. But Tommy’s gonna watch you both. Know why?”

Finally, fucking finally, Joel handed you your daughter and you scooped her up, sobbing. “Hey baby, hi. Mommy’s here, yeah, mommy’s here now, it’s okay”

The sun was beginning to set, the shadows of the trees casting long over your dead family. “Because I’m choosing to spare his life, He owes me. And if we can all get along, no more run’n, no more fighting, no more ‘Joel stop!’” he mocked. “Then the 5 of us and whatever other children we’re blessed with can all live together as one big happy family.”

Joel sat you between his legs like you always used to after a bath, Ellie in both your arms as he nursed. “Knew you’d fuck up that room, little one. My brave girl. Always so strong, so resilient. You wanted to get to Dolly, didn’t you?”

“Yes” it was the truth, at least. You couldn’t help but feel comfort in Joel’s arms even now… what was wrong with you? Why were you like this? How had he broken you down this badly? “Just… just wanted to be with her…”

“I understand. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

“Absolutely perfect” and she was, Ellie was everything.

A knock on the door; Joel beckoned them in.

“Watch your fucking eyes.” He snapped at his man bringing you food and water, despite this very man having been there when you were raped in the kitchen… a little breastfeeding wouldn’t had much to the fantasies.

When Ellie was done, fallen quickly asleep, Joel took her and laid her in her crib before doing what you knew was only inevitable.

He laid down beside you, handings trailing you body, muttering about much he missed you, how much he missed your body. “My perfect girl…” In gentle whispers, he spoke praises into your mouth between kisses, hand trailing between your legs. You hated your body for responding to him, you hated the way he made you feel so good and you hated how you would kiss him hours after murdering your brother and friend… But Ellie. Ellie is what mattered. Ellie needed to be safe, she needed her mom, and she needed no more of her family dead. So, you kissed Joel. You kissed Joel the way you had kissed Tommy only earlier this week as he swore to you he’d be the father of the child in that crib. Your life with Tommy crumbled down before you, as did any chance of happiness.

“Joel, I haven't bathed in days…”

“Don’t care, need you”

“Joel it huuurts” You begin to cry, despite knowing that only ever has turned him on more. “Please?” 4 days was not a lot of time to heal, the tearing still evident in you.

Pulling away, Joel looks at you, cupping your face with large, calloused hands. “We need to work together on this, little one. Give a little, get a little. For Dolly.”

Damn him. Damn him and the way he made your stomach burn, damn him and the way his touch felt so good and how you wanted to just be a happy family with him even now… And damn him for knowing how to use Ellie to manipulate you.

“Can we… can we do anal?”

The surprise was evident on his face, bed creaking as he sat up. “You’d prefer to take it in your ass instead of your pussy?”

As you gaze up at him, the concern on his face was clear… oh how he confused you. “I think it would hurt less.”

His features softened as you spoke, laying back down beside you to kiss your neck. “Just focus on my hand right now, sweet girl.” And you did. You did because you were a mess, you were disgusting, you were heartbroken and sad and lonely and you wanted Tommy but you had Joel and he had treated you well didn’t he? Maybe this was survivable… maybe. But you had to please him, and Joel always made you cum. Your pleasure turned him on… so you allowed yourself to sink into the swirling touch of Joel Miller’s fingers.

His touch was gentle but pressing and urgent; patience yet needy, as if making you cum would rebuild the bubble that he had built all those months… and it just might. Your cunt feel empty when it pulses around nothing but you are thankful you are able to get this wet, to orgasm still… The natural lubrication will help with taking his dick up your ass. When the climax was over, you took the chance to relax… it would hurt less if you relaxed.

“Roll over” He ordered, and you did as you were told before Joels straddled your thighs, hands rubbing up and down your mostly-clothes body. “Such a pretty girl… such a perfect girl, and all mine… I don’t care that Tommy fucked this sweet little pussy” Joel reached down to rub your swollen lips. “I don’t care. Once you’re healed up, I’m gonna cum inside you every goddamn day until you give me another baby, gonna fuck a baseball team into you.”

Of course he is. Of course. You wouldn’t expect nothing else from him; he wanted to keep you trapped with him forever… All the love you felt for Ellie was going to multiply tenfold, and you could never, ever leave with that many.

As Joel lined his cock up, swiping it up and down your asscrack and the crease of your thighs, you burry your face in the pillow. Joel wasn’t going to prep you at all, was he? He was going to just fuck you, rip you open and punish you-

“Oh little one… you’ve had a long day, haven't you? Yeah… You’ve been good, I’ll meet you halfway” Joel slid his cock between your plump thighs.

You lift your head off the pillow. “What? What are you doing?”

He began to pump, fucking your thighs and making the bed creak enough you made a mental note to ask Jack to oil it- fuck, Jack was dead, dead because he saw you trying to escape and took you back to Lorenzo. Dead because he went to get Zach to save his life… All of them ended up dead anyway. Jack, Maura, Lorenzo, and my dear brother who had only ever tried to help you. Now June was essentially Tommy’s wife just as you were Joel’s and although you trusted Tommy not to hurt her, she was in a house full of raiders… and Joel.

“Let it out, baby, let it out.” Joel cooed as he thrusted between your legss; one or twice he spit down between them to keep the lubrication going but it wasn’t long before he pulled out, jerking himself as he painted a picture of his cum on your ass and thighs. “Beautiful girl… beautiful.” The cum was like lotion as he rubbed it along you, rubbing your aching muscles… Did he love you? Truly?

When Joel leaves to boil water for the bath, you go to pick up Ellie. You needed her, needed her painfully. You wanted to make up for lost time in those four days she was gone, and away from you; she needed skin to skin, she needed love, she needed her mama’s voice… she needed you.

Joel could hear you from outside the door, peaking through the crack to watch you cuddle his daughter… you were a good mom. You loved Sarah like he did, you cared for her, you wanted the best for her. You just needed to learn, that’s all. Learn that Joel was the only man that mattered, learn that giving Sarah a family with siblings and two loving parents was more important than your own personal feelings. You simple needed to learn that Joel knew what’s best. He’d take care of you, take care of you like he always did; protecting you. He wouldn’t make the mistakes he made with Nick, Tommy, Lorenzo, Jack… Tommy would watch you while he was gone, but he knew Tommy, and Tommy was a simple man. Place a pretty girl in his bed, and it wouldn’t take long before they were fucking, and once Tommy fucked a girl, well… he latched on fast. Probably his mommy issues.

You were so sweet with Dolly, so careful, so attentive… even now, you sang to her and Joel thought this was the only sight he needed to see for the rest of his life: You, freshly fucked and beautiful with Dolly asleep in your arms as you sang.

What Joel didn’t know was your thoughts were consumed by your brother, dead outside with a gunshot in his head. Maybe you could ask him and Lorenzo to be buried together… it was the least you could do for your first protector… your soldier, your guardian who died in vain fighting for your safety after a lifetime of taking your beatings.

“Leaves from the vine

Falling so slow

Like fragile tiny shells

Drifting in the foam

Little soldier boy

Come marching home

Brave soldier boy

Comes marching home”

The bath after sex felt exactly like it always had.

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YEEEEEEEEEEEESH goodbye Zach and Lorenzo!!! my babies! my favorite couple! (im so sorry fen. I murdered your boy!) Also sorry angela buuuuuuuuuutttt you knew this was happening.

Honestly my heart aches for Zach. I have an older brother who was largly my protector in my childhood, my best friend for so long and I love him lots. Thats who zach is based off of for me but i dont wanna give a faceclaim bc I tryyyyyyy to make little one race inclusive (i know i didn't do perfect with the details of her bruisings but it can be hard) If any of my mutuals wanna see a pic Ill show you XD

Remember when I said taylor russle was June's faceclaim? I lied. I saw a picture of Alisha Boe and was like!!!!!! wait no thats her!!!! so now shes on this header.

JUNE AND TOMMY PLOT TWIST what do we think will happen there??? (June is canon bisexual, so dont let her marrying Maura in ghost of you series throw you off. She's the one who told little one all she really knew about sex.)

PLEASE LEMME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND THEORIES!!!! RBS ARE SO IMPORTANT TO SPREAD WORK but I like you know what you guys are thinkig!!! what part was the hardest to read? what are your thoughts on how this goes? One june and tommy? the deaths of jack and maura as well as tommy and lorenzo? Joel suddenly being very condesending to little one and almost like a schoolyard bully to tommy? all this happening while holding ellie?

He kinda reminds me of Joe Goldberg in You lol carrying Henry around with him on his lil stalking trips

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Downton Abbey fantasy AU headcanons! Not every character is included here but I do have ideas for them. Long post under the cut:

Downton - still called Downton and a huge castle but it’s in a mountain range and styled like an elvish palace. Basically Downton if it were Rivendell.

Anna- literally a guardian angel sent to Mary from heaven itself :) is literally perfect and amazing idk what else to say shes just nice. Soft white feathery wings and an ethereal glow about her at all times. People remark that they find her presence pleasant and calming, even when she isn’t saying anything. Has the softest feathers, which she uses to wrap around someone (usually Lady Mary) to comfort them. Also she can sing like a Disney princess and probably summon cute animals and stuff.

Bates- a warewolf dude with a mysterious past. After being injured in battle, he eventually returns to find Robert Crawley, the high elf Lord who was once his comrade and who he still has great respect for. However, it’s been many years and he has since then committed several murders and been on dangerous adventures. He has mostly learned to control damage by locking himself before he transformed, but it hasn’t always worked. Was living in the forest alone away from civilisation before he came to Downton where he hoped for a change. His lycanthropy caused him baggage and a tempter, and he often feels guilty and self-sacrifices to make up for it. Quite a different and darker story than in the show, but I think his sinister side is more interesting so I’m running with it. Werewolf form has dark brown fur.

Carson- originally a dragon statue that was built for the palace, he was brought to life with a curse centuries ago by one of the previous earls and has been at Downton ever since, never leaving the estate once as he is bound to it (literally as he’s technically a part of it) and honour bound to the family. Will not die naturally but will one day return to stone when the curse wares off, where he’ll remain at Downton forever. Loyal but that goes without saying, while he answers firstly to Robert he is most protective of Mary, and will do anything for her. A large white/grey dragon with a stoney, marble-like appearance and a stern expression. Has never tried to fly because he sees no point.

Cora- half mermaid, half high-elf. Cora’s mother was a rich mermaid from an ocean kingdom who married an elf. However all her family still live in the ocean, and anyone who isn’t aquatic uses magic to breathe underwater, including Roberts side of the family when they visit. Cora took a while to adapt to life on land, even though she has legs, she had to learn how to walk from scratch. Her legs are scaly and adorned with shimmering fins like a betta fish’s, which resemble silky flowing material. She also has patches of scales and fins on her arms and ears, which are a mix of pink and light blue. Her iris shimmer like a fish, but eyes are more elf-like in shape and size. She can breathe underwater but needs more oxygen than a typical mermaid. She has adapted to the elvish way of life, but her closet and manner still contain traces of the looser, more expressive style of her old home.

Mary, Sybil and Edith- high elves, one quarter mermaid. Each look like elves but with some hints of fish features, such as fin-like ears, areas of shiny scales, and small fins on their limbs. Sybil has the most mermaid features, including the ability to breathe underwater, fins instead of ears, larger patches of scales, and longer fins. Her scales are blue.

Mary has the least fish features and looks most like a typical elf. She has small patches of red scales on her legs with short fins attached, no gills, and only a hint of red scales at her pointed ears. She prides herself on being a high elf rather than mermaid and is haughty and basically just Mary lol

Edith has turquoise scales, no gills, and is halfway between Mary and Sybil in terms of mixture of elf/fish traits. The sisters storyline is similar to the show except they’re pretty elf/mermaid people :3

Robert- a high elf Lord, owner of the Downton estate and castle, a very powerful elf. He practises eleven magic in his study and rides his horsies :3 Works to protect his land from rival families and such, idk what to say abt him really he’s just a goofy dad and a sillay guy. Basically just looks the same except taller and an elf, and wears elvish clothes of course (the whole family does).

Violet- legendary Queen bitch of the elves. Next question. Can’t improve on her so nothing to say.

Isobel- a wood elf like her son Matthew, they move from the city into the estate where she tries to disprove the high elves biases against wood elves. She is practically skilled and can fight when it comes down to it, excellent with a bow and arrow and even better with medicine and magic. She likes to help others and often uses magic and alchemy to find solutions to problems, even when no one asked. Quite peppy just like in the show. Her old house was in a wooded district of the city, built among large trees so it’s kind of a treehouse but really fancy?

Matthew- is literally Matthew but see above, lol idk what to say he’s just Matthew but an elf and he’s good at hunting and fighting with his bow.

Branson- a plucky and strong-willed Griffin! Instead of a chauffeur (there are no cars), he transports others places by flying them on his back. When in uniform he has a pair of flying goggles. An exceptional flyer, he’s the fastest of all the characters, which comes to his advantage when delivering messages and people between countries. He’s a large griffin with a deep brown colour, yellow beak and forelimbs, and rusty red feathers around his neck, chest and head. His tail has a wide fan of long dark feathers, and he slicks back the tufts of feathers on his head when he’s working to make I’m more streamlined.

Mrs Patmore- a satyr with orange hair and orange fur. She is short and stout and basically the same except has goat legs lol. Still the cook, you rarely see because they’re under her cap but she has tiny lil horns and goat ears too, her nose is slightly different and flat like a satyr. Soft, curly fur on legs and funny little tail :3 basically I love her

Daisy- ah Daisy, poor simple halfling girl. There’s not much change to her either other than she is a cute little hobbit who came from underground. Lived in a hole for like the first 10 years of her life and only saw the sun after that. Has worked all her life and never had a caring family, a sad story but we all know Mrs Patmore ends up being her guardian basically so it’s okay in the end 😌

Mrs Hughes- ok I go back and forth but Unicorn???? Reading why: I love her and she deserves to be one, very wise rare unicorn with a healing magic. Can heal basically anyone and has a deep understanding into others souls. Started off living free in the highlands before becoming increasingly bound by duties and promises she’d made to others, and has seemed to be busy ever since. Sometimes longs for a simpler life, but knows she will never leave Downton as she has gained so much responsibility there. Trusted by everyone, she will keep your secrets safe.

Not sure what colour she should be, maybe silver or lilac? Hmmm

Lavinia Swire- a fairy :3 her wings are simple but elegant bug wings, with yellow segments outlined with a fiery orange. She’s tiny and sparkly coz she’s a fairy. I haven’t decided anything else for her yet I’m making this all up as I go along lol

#downton abbey #fantasy #au #headcanons #i cba to tag all the characters lol

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hecckyeah · 2 months

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#3, 4, 15, 24 for the fic ask game!!

Hii!!! Thanks so much for the ask <3

3. Are there any specific themes you enjoy exploring in your fics?

Ooh, this is such a good question but I feel like my answer is going to be sort of vague. It really really REALLY depends on the themes I'm going with for each individual fic. I do love LOVE playing with the found family trope and all its facets and nuances, but I don't get to it all that often. But a theme that keeps cropping up (and I probably do this subconsciously) is fighting with the unknown, if that makes sense. In which my characters are making peace with something beyond their control. Hmm I wonder if my writing is reflecting my own psyche or something. Weird

4. How do you channel characters' voices and personalities?

HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS OF CONSUMING THEIR CONTENT. Oh my gosh I swear I've single-handedly kept the Youtube scene compilation people in business. I'll literally watch them over and over and over again until I'm thinking in their voices and I can't get rid of it, and that's when my best dialogue happens. I absolutely suck at dialogue unless I've been living and breathing those characters for days on end. If I can't hear the physical voices in my mind's ear (is that a thing?) then I basically can't write them. Same with their personalities and physical quirks. I need to be able to see and visualize each movement, or it feels off and foreign and I end up trashing whatever I write. Basically I have to play out the scene I'm writing in my mind like it's a movie, and if I can imagine that scene in the show/movie/book it came from, then I know I'm probably on the right track.

15. Do you plan your fics or prefer to let the story unfold as you write?

Hah, yeah I'm a write-as-you-go kinda gal. It works out well for one-shots, since the format lends itself to a wandering, thoughtful kind of style, but that's definitely why I struggle with longform multi-chapter fics, since my characters always make decisions they didn't clear with me first, and I'm usually sitting here rolling my eyes and trying to get the story back on track as they go do their own thing. Even the couple of times I did plan the fic out from beginning to end, I still ended up making changes on the fly and it ended in a totally different place than I'd imagined. Basically I just write in a direction that makes sense, and then I edit afterward to make it look like I planned it all from the beginning. Not always, because sometimes my brain cooperates and everything comes together without any need for post-editing, and I love it when that happens :)))

24. What advice would you give to someone who wants to start writing fanfiction?

I would definitely say, try out a few styles of writing and see what sticks!! If you hate longform or can't wrap your mind around first person perspective, then don't push it! Stick to what feels right and then hone that skill. Don't worry about what other fanfiction writers are doing, because having a unique style is a good thing. If you sound like every other author, that's how people will see you -- as just one of the masses. Write in the style you enjoy, and people will notice your passion and love for your craft.

If you haven't written a lot in general and are just starting out with writing altogether, READ A LOT, all the time. Read good literature, like the old classics. Read YA fantasy. Read graphic novels. Read everything. You can't write if you haven't read first, even if what you're writing for is a movie or show. It's like deciding to paint a picture of a shark, even though the only description you've ever heard of it is that it has sharp teeth and is long and bluish-gray with fins. Yeah, you might end up with a blob-type shape that maybe could be interpreted as an abstract shark, but in order to paint a realistic shark you need to have examined all its sides and colors and shapes and movements. You have to know the shark like the back of your hand. You can't learn anything about writing by watching movies. You need to know how stories are structured in a word format before trying to put it all together yourself.

And if you've written a lot before but are just starting out in the fanfiction world, I would just say that fandom is a totally weird and different beast altogether. Post small things, post big projects, and realize that not everything is going to be popular. Find the joy in the craft itself and see the recognition as the cherry on top.

Find a niche and explore it!! Dig into a couple of key moments of the piece of media you're creating for, and really expand and explore the themes there.

And in the end, just write because you love the media, and nothing else. If you fall out of love with the book/movie/show, it's OKAY to stop writing for it. You are NOT a failure for putting a fanfic on hiatus for a long time. You're not getting paid for it, and fans are not entitled to you slapping together a halfhearted ending to something you don't feel passionate about anymore. Leave the door open to finish it the right way in case you come back to the fandom and want to pick up where you left off. We're all just human, and obsessions come and go.

Write because you love to write, and try not to worry about the nitty gritty of it all.

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questions for fic writers

#ahhhh sorry this got so long!!!#I really do tend to ramble don't I #also!#to whoever reads this #if you're a new fic writer and need some encouragement/tips/a big sister to tell you you're doing great #hit me up #i'm always down to chat!#<3333 #asks #fanfiction #writing

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fairykukla · 2 years

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Salvaging a childhood treasure.

First, there were the Sea Wees. In the late 70s, Kenner made a set of darling mermaid bath toys with real combable hair! Each one came with a sponge cut to look like a lily pad, and if you inserted her mermaid tail into the center hoke, she floated in the tub or pool!

I wanted a mermaid doll so. Damn. Bad.

I got one! (Not my picture) She had dark brown hair, and a green fin! I loved her!

But they had the crunchiest, most tangle prone, coarsest hair of any doll I've ever owned. I combed her head right off of her neck. My mother's response to this was to basically tell me I couldn't have another one because I'd just "break that, too."

The Sea Wees also did a re release with babies this time, and additional characters.

Then they did a series with a Momma, baby, and mer-pet. And I managed to win one at an egg hunt!

They did two new series: the Tropi-Gals in Bright colors with suntans, and the Icy-Gals, with iceberg sponges and molded on fur wraps.

The last sets were the Bubble Ballet, which was back to the morher-and-baby set, but they had separate floating sponges and could use the comb as a stand.

As a kid, I got one original Sea Wee, one Tropi-Gals Set, one Icy-Gals set, and the bubble Ballet. I'm pretty sure I bought the last two with my allowance money. The above pics are stolen from around the internet and are not my actual pictures, but these were the dolls I had.

We were well into the 80s by this point, and Kenner came out with the Shimmers, which were similar, but more fancifully styled and including more fantasy creatures. (Centaurs, deer-taurs, butterfly hybrids, and birds in addition to the mermaids.) They came with a non articulated baby as well, like the sea wees.

By this point, I had persuaded my mom that I wasn't going to ruin my dolls. I had a nice collection, so she got me two Shimmers sets. But the hair on my Sea Wees was... Not Great. I tried to be more careful with the Shimmers but it was the same hair.

Next: satisfying my inner child, and restoring my treasures.

#sea wee #sea wees #sea wee mermaid #sea wees mermaids #kenner #kenner sea wees #80s toys #70s toys #kenner shimmers #shimmers kenner #metmaid doll #my childhood treasures #my dolls #my doll collection

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exoticalmonde · 6 months

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Another day another attempt at playing Genshin, the game, but in 315p. Thank you for joining my adventures in Fontaine where we first get to see

Lyney's... Magic... Pocket... Wonder if he too can fit all of Aether cu-

Dear viewers, we interrupt this program to remind you that this writer is polite, likes being approached first, loves all ships and is not at all questionable in their opinions, fantasies or desires.

Please do not feed the animals in the zoo when they're having play time with Neuvillette.

Anyways, back to the game.

Honey what the hell is wrong with you and what have you seen? How did your job make you so depressed you think dissolving into the PRIMORDIAL soup is going to help you? What awaits you at home, Augereau, why not come over to my teapot for 3-4 days I can take care of you and find you therapy.

Also first encounter of being very serious about people dying. I sure hope nothing of the sort happens while I'm in Fontaine because I do not feel like getting wrapped up in court. The last thing I want is to make puppy dog eyes at Neuvillette from the convict isle.

WHAT DO YOU THINK IT MEANS??? You gonna sprout fins in 10 seconds and just become one with the aqua life? Go get a macaron, crazy man. Your life is unsalvageable and your moustache looks like it was photoshopped.

Is this just me criticizing the Fontaine characters I meet along the way? Because ma'amn... You live on a boat. You are constantly sailing back and forth probably. Moving is your JOB, CAPTAIN GALATHEE. If anything, you might be one of the few survivors.

Noah's Arc but it's this woman at the front.

O, these flowers are gonna get hydrated alright.

Actually me when I begin gaslighting Pinkie, sending them into 4 flashbacks and causing 6 different trauma responce just because I thought it would be funny to say.

Thank you one primogems from completing nothing but skipping story Id probably regret. I've actually wanted this bow for Fischl for SO LONG. Basically since it came out.

#Genshin Impact #Lyney Genshin Impact #Eve plays genshin #The rambles #Judgement #But nobody asked for it #So Yeah judgement in general #Neuvillette #Weapons banner #Genshin gacha #Genshin Archon Quest #Genshin Impact Fontaine #Genshin Impact Fontaine Characters #Reaction #Genshin impact shenanigans

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soaringonblackwings · 8 months

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A Mermaid with Wings

AO3

Summary: Brave is a diver who saves a mysterious mermaid. Crow gets caught by a trap and is rescued by a friendly diver.

Ship: Brave/Crow Hogan (Trickstershipping)

Prompts: Kiss, First Meetings, Magic/Fantasy, Free Day (Mermaid AU).

@ygorarepairweek

Brave is a treasure hunter who frequently dives in search for goodies. Right now he is out at sea with his diving boat. The water is host to many lost goodies that sell for a high penny. This trip he would never imagine the kind of treasure he would find this time.

While underwater, he caught sight of someone stuck in a trap. They were stuck in a net. This place is filled with mermaid hunters. So an amateur diver could get caught in one of these traps if they aren't careful. Brave swam closer to the person and soon realized the person was not a person at all.

The creature had the top half of a human and the bottom half of a fish. His scales were a beautiful black with red mixed in. And upon further inspection the mer person also had wings wrapped around his tail-fin.

Brave snapped out of his trance when he realized the mermaid was looking at him in fear. Brave pulled out a waterproof device that aloud him to type.

'I am here to help you." He typed. He could only hope that the mermaid could understand him. He was in luck. The mermaid was reading the screen and seemed to understand. Thought that did not quell the mermaid's fears.

Brave got closer and helped to untangle the creature. It would have been faster to use the knife he had on him, but that would have freaked out the mermaid. Once the mermaid was free it speed off to who knows where.

Of course Brave wasn't expecting a thank you but he was enamored with the creature.

'A mermaid with wings. How fascinating.'

On one of the rocks he found a feather the same as the color of the mermaid's wings. He tucked it away in his bag and continued to look around.

His day of hunting treasure was over. He was relaxing in his boat looking out to the sea. He couldn't get his mind off the mermaid he saved earlier. He hoped he is safe and far away from here. There were too many mermaid hunters around the area and not everyone was nice like him.

He saw ripples in the water near his boat. Then a head full of orange popped out from the water. It was the mermaid from earlier!

The mermaid was looking around for any danger and called out to Brave. "Hey are you the one who helped me earlier?"

"Yes that was me. Why did you come back. It is not safe in these waters." Brave warned.

"I wanted to thank you for saving me." He said.

Brave walked to the dive platform. Where it would be easier to talk to the mermaid.

"Not many people would just let a mermaid go like that." He said. "Oh, my name is Crow, by the way."

"Call me Brave." He said. "I have no interest in capturing mermaids. Only befriending them."

This shocked Crow. Normally humans would rather hurt mermaids than become their friends.

"I guess that makes us pales them." Crow smiled.

Ever since then the two met up when Brave gets the chance to come out to sea.

"I want to know. How do you have wings?" Brave asked one day.

"Oh! It is due to magic non-sense." Crow replied. "I have always wanted to fly and managed to get my wings."

Brave reached into his pocket and pulled out the feather from when he rescued Crow. He turned it into a charm.

"Huh!? How?"

"It must've fallen off while you were caught in the trap." Brave explain. That did make sense to Crow.

"I kept it because it is beautiful." Brave said.

"O-oh...."" Crow looked away. "No one ever said that before. Many sea creatures think my wings are an abomination."

"I think they are neat. Can you fly?" Brave said.

Crow nodded and dived underwater. A few seconds later, he came out with a splash soaring high into the sky. Thankfully they were in a more secluded place today. Crow flew around the boat, lapping it a few times before landing in it.

"Amazing. You looked like a dragon." Brave said. He got a towel to dry Crow off with. It seemed silly but he didn't want Crow to get cold. The air was kind of chilly in this season. Brave also gave Crow a brush.

"What is this?" Crow asked.

"A brush. You can use it to keep your feathers clean." Brave said. Crow was confused. Mostly at how this was supposed to be used. Brave took the brush a gently made strokes across Crow's wings. Eventually, Crow started following Brave's example.

Brave was awfully close. Close enough for their lips to touch.

"Hm!" Brave was shocked when Crow pressed his lips to his. Though Crow was equally as flustered at his actions.

"Ah! I-I...."

Brave quickly planted a kiss on Crow.

The duo was silent. both redder than their own hair. Crow did curl up his tail in embarrassment.

"So...."

"Sorry. Can we pretend that never happen?" Crow turned away.

"No," Brave said bluntly. "I want to remember our first kiss."

Crow calmed down and took in what Brave said. Looking over he saw the other smiling back at him. It made Crow blush.

"Hey, can I say here tonight? Again?" Crow asked.

"You can stay over anytime you want." Brave said.

#crow hogan #crow works #yugioh 5ds #ygorarepairweek2023 #yugiohrarepairweek2023 #there is no plot just fluff #I crammed in a lot of prompts #i can only write 2 fics be fore it breaks the less than 40 rule

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lillianawayne99 · 9 months

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Deliver My Soul

The Awakening Chapter Two

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Action-Adventure

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: mate bond, smoking

Synopsis: A battle hardened general sacrificed herself to save her people. Encased in stone for thousands of years, Serephina must come to terms with being mated to not one, but four men in a world she no longer recognizes.

Previous Chapter | The Awakening | Masterlist

‘That’s enough. Even if you could fit on the street, what do you think would happen if a dragon showed up in the middle of the city?’ Kenna’s only response was an indignant shake of her wings and to settle back down.

What looked like a rounded, floating carriage missing a horse stopped forcefully before me. The door opened, followed by a man’s hand grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me inside. I landed on someone’s lap with my legs straddling theirs. I reared back and raised my hand to strike him, but stopped a hair’s breadth away from my mate’s face.

The bastard didn’t even blink. He caught my hand and held it to his chest before I could drop it to my lap. I yanked my hand out of his and moved off his lap to sit beside him. My pants had barely touched the seat before his arms were around my waist. Caedan moved me back into the same position while someone climbed into the seat I left vacated.

He grasped my hips and pulled them into his, but he didn’t force me to lean into him. I let my hands rest on his chest, unaware I was rolling the soft fabric of his shirt between my fingers. Caedan held me firmly while I watched the world go by through the window.

I wasn’t prepared for this.

The rhythmic sound of his breathing. The lull of his heartbeat. His hands kneading my hips. The smell of bamban smoke in the air so thick you could taste it. The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching.

“Why?” Caedan’s growl was nearly inaudible.

My jaw tightened as I considered his question. Why did I run or why did I hit him? Almost every word I’d spoken to him thus far could answer both of those questions. When I didn’t answer, he let go of my hips to grasp my bruised ribs and squeeze. I ground my teeth together and swallowed a groan while my hands involuntarily fisted around his shirt.

I glanced back at Caedan for a moment, and the pit in my stomach deepened. The scowl directed at me should’ve been my priority. Melantha could wait for now. I needed to repair my relationship with my mate, but my mind wouldn’t focus.

I collected more magic than my body could handle using. My parents planned the mission. They never told me I was sure to die under certain conditions. They never told me the contingencies I could have planned for.

I’d always been the first to volunteer for a fight. It was my job as the second child of the royal family. Protector of the kingdom. I’d put my life on the line more times than I could count. More than half my life was spent with boots touching a blood soaked battleground.

Then, I knew I might not see another sunrise. My mentors assured me I would win. They promised me the plan had no faults, my body would be the same on the other side. I wouldn’t have changed my mind if I knew, but at least I would have been fully informed when I chose to die.

Something touched my cheek.

I recoiled away from the sensation and raised my arm. Air caught in my throat as Caedan’s hand slowly dropped back down to my hip. I haltingly swiped the back of my hand across my face and turned my attention back to the window.

“Did I do something?” His lips tightened and brows pulled together as he sank back into the seat.

“Yes, but that’s not why ...” My voice was thick as I gestured towards the tear falling down my cheek.

He tightened his grasp on me and pulled my hips into his. I caught myself on his chest with a soft gasp as his arms wrapped around me. Caedan cradled my head to his chest with his other hand between my shoulders. Muscles stiff, I leaned into him while absentmindedly rubbing the fabric of his shirt between my fingertips.

“Relax.” Caedan said while tightening his embrace.

I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist and sank into him so my nose rested against his neck. I could finally smell him. If I didn’t watch him chase me around town, I would think Caedan went hunting earlier. He smelled of sweat, the jungle after it rains, and a hint of something metallic.

The hand on my back traced down my spine as I pulled in a shaky breath. My body decompressed and mind slowed while I breathed in my mate. His hand’s gradual movements followed the rhythm of my lungs. In, down, out, up. As his actions slowed, my breathing calmed. In and down ... out and up. Until my heart stopped pounding against my ribcage. In ... down ... out ... up.

The floating carriage came to a stop. Caedan patted my back with a soft sigh and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. He opened the door, but I clung to him when he tried to move me to the now open seat beside us. I clung to the memory his scent brought me back to.

“Hey.” Caedan’s hands flew to my back as he sat up, his cheek resting against mine. “It’s alright, sweetheart.”

My legs looped around him until my ankles locked together. Until today, wrapped in Caedan’s embrace, I couldn’t remember the last time I truly felt safe. My life had been nothing but one war after another. I finally had a chance to stop fighting, but could I take it? Would I?

“What happened?” The silver hues in my mate’s eyes darkened as his brows pulled together.

Caedan brushed away the tears lingering on my skin and pressed his lips to my forehead. His knees raised, making me slide down into him as his arms enveloped my waist. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, cheek against his as my chin rested on his shoulder.

“I, uh.” I momentarily touched my nose to his shirt and cleared my throat, voice coming out a whisper. “It’s complicated,”

I fell forward as Caedan leaned back into the seat, tightening his hold around me. My arms rested against his chest, fingers running over hair the same color as his eyes.

After a few minutes wrapped in each other’s arms, I cleared my throat and sat up in my mate’s lap. Carefully climbing into the now empty seat beside us, I offered Caedan a weak smile as he pressed his lips to the top of my head.

He clambered out of the horseless carriage then held a hand out towards me. Taking his outstretched hand, I placed my feet on the vibrant green grass. He looked down at me with a taut smile then turned to the mansion before us.

“Come on.” Caedan rolled his shoulders back then tugged on my hand.

I straightened my posture and stuck to his side as he led me to the house. His jaw was tense and gait stiff, but he didn’t squeeze my hand nor pull me along behind him. Two men standing beside the double door nodded respectfully toward Caedan and opened the doors for us. I followed my mate through the house, stumbling behind him while I tried to look at everything and keep up.

I may have lived in a castle until recently, but it was always dark and cold. This house was filled with warmth and light streaming in through the massive windows. There were several people in the house, some appeared to be doing housework while the others talked to each other.

Caedan led me to the second floor and down a hallway, stopping in front of a white door. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and raised his chin then knocked on the door in three short raps.

“Enter,” A gruff voice called out, sending a chill down my spine.

Caedan opened the door and stepped forward with me on his heels. A man with russet stubble on his jaw was sitting behind a large wooden desk. There was another man with pitch black hair perched on the edge of the desk. The final man in the room was leaning against a bookcase on the wall.

I gawked at the men before me while Caedan shut the door. It couldn’t be. People lost the ability to form multiple mate bonds after The Split.

The man with burgundy horns curling over his raven hair stood from where he was leaning against the desk. He languidly approached me and held my chin in his long fingers. I gazed up into his deep brown pools as he caressed the soft skin under my eye.

He slowly brought his lips to mine, letting our breaths mingle before claiming me in a passionate kiss. I leaned into him and kissed him back, lost in the haze of the bond until I remembered Caedan. Jerking away, I rammed my knee into the brunet’s groin. The second he let go of me, I bolted to Caedan. With my arms tightly wound around his waist, I buried my guilt laden expression in his shirt.

“Hello to you too, love,” My horned mate gasped out.

Caedan tried to hold me, but his arms shook with his chest. I glanced up at him then across the room. Everyone’s eyes were on me. All but one roared with laughter. The man behind the desk was stiffly resting his chin in his hand and glaring at Caedan’s arm on my waist.

I relaxed into Caedan and shifted to face my other mates. The man standing near the wall smoothly raised himself to his full height and walked towards me. He offered his hand with a warm smile.

“I’m King Emhret, the asswipe is Nicolai, and Alpha Dominik is behind the desk,” He explained while I took his hand.

Emhret looked at Caedan then cautiously pulled me closer to him. I stopped halfway between the two men so I could study Emhret’s features without craning my head back. The warmth of his amber toned skin was accentuated by his dark chestnut locks and jade eyes.

“I’m Serephina. It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled up at him once I found my voice.

“What?” Emhret’s brows furrowed as he looked around the room. “Did you understand what she said?”

I glanced back at Caedan. His brows were pulled together though there was a glow in his grey eyes. His head dipped in a nearly unnoticeable nod. I looked over at Nicolai, unable to hide the question in my eyes. He winked at me from where he was now leaning against the wall. His lips were curled upwards in a smirk as he watched Emhret and I.

I turned to face Emhret as his eyes returned to mine then raked across my body. He raised my hand to the center of his chest then pressed his free hand to the small of my back and pulled me forward. I stumbled into him, catching myself on his hard stomach. My eyes shot down to where my hand rested. Admiring the firm planes under my hand, I lightly pressed my fingers into him and ran them down his torso.

Emhret chuckled as my eyes widened when his stomach stiffened further. His gaze followed the tips of my fingers as they traced the indentations between his muscles. He relaxed when my hands stopped their descent above his hips. I raised my head to find Emhret’s eyes trained on me.

He lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine, smirking as I whined and leaned into him. Our bodies pressed together as his lips devoured mine, muffling my moan as his hips ground into me. My hands slid to grasp his waist, his body pressed firmly against mine.

A deep, short cough rang through the room. Emhret smirked against my lips then pulled away. With a hand on the small of my back, he stepped to the side so I could see my fourth mate. Dominik’s tanned, tawny beige skin glowed in the sunlight streaming in through the window behind him. A well groomed beard accentuated his jaw, his brown hair shining with hints of red and gold in the light.

Still seated behind the desk with his chin in his hand, one finger tapped against his lips before he raised his head. The hand previously holding his head up beckoned me forward. Glancing behind me, my gaze met Caedan’s. His lips curled upwards in a faint smile as his head dipped.

“He knows. Come.” The rumbling voice came from behind the desk.

I turned my gaze back to the desk in the room as Dominik tapped his finger against it. Slowly approaching him, I had to look down to meet his blue eyes. Despite the authority my position should have given me, my final mate was commanding the room.

He tapped the desk again, this time twice. I moved closer, only a few inches away from the wood containing faint green hues. His lips pursed as he rose to his full height, towering over me as the top of my head nearly reached his shoulders.

Dominik reached towards me, his fingers cupping my chin as his thumb gently pulled my bottom lip from between my teeth. “Don’t do that,”

Ignoring the command in his voice and meeting the challenge in his gaze, I purposefully rolled my lip between my teeth. His brows pulled together as he bared his teeth, emanating a low growl. Fingers tangled in my hair, jerking my head back.

A grunt escaped my lips as his hold tightened. Cerulean blue eyes darkened to the color of the night sky as his familiar fought to take control. Dominik released a rumbling purr from deep within his chest. The baritone sound simultaneously calmed my racing heart and made my body crumple in submission. I’d never heard of someone producing a sound with such an effect, let alone seen or felt it in action.

My legs knocked into the desk as my hands reached forward, fisting in his shirt. Narrowed, indigo eyes locked onto the plea in my gaze as the scent of my arousal flooded the room. I should have been mortified as Dominik forced me into submission with one sound.

#the awakening #original writing #original story #high fantasy

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ao3 questions meme

Stolen from @lurking-latinist‘s post. Doing this on my main blog since the answers ended up being multifandom.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

55 works.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

171,997 words! That’s almost half a Sanderson novel!

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Ao3 says 19, but a lot of those have massive overlap. I’d group them into Metal Gear, Doctor Who (+spinoffs), Critical Role, Final Fantasy XIV, Xenoblade Chronicles, Monster Hunter, Wheel of Time, and Star Trek. That’s only 8. Doctor Who’s many fandom tags are doing the heavy lifting there, methinks.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

My Critical Role longfics definitely clear here.

#1: Angel With a Shotgun, an AU of the Briarwoods arc where Percy is an Aasimar and doesn’t have Orthax

#2: The Fallout of Falling Up, a one-shot follow-up to Angel With a Shotgun

#3: Harbinger of Change (For Better Or For Worse), a little canon-compliant one-shot about an episode of The Legend of Vox Machina, written the week said episode came out. Apparently relevancy does wonders for your kudos count- I wouldn’t know.

#4 Liquid Lives, a Metal Gear Solid AU where Liquid Snake, y’know, Lives. (Yes, I promise it WILL be updated.)

#5 Heart of Whitestone (Residue Animate), a post-Campaign 1 Critical Role fic where all the magic rock that Whitestone is built on becomes sentient. Shenanigans ensue. Also, not dead, I would like to wrap this one up as well.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. If I don’t have anything to say about the comment, then no, but if it’s a question I’ll gladly answer and if it’s a lengthy, high-effort comment then I will be sure to respond to show my appreciation.

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Love Thy Fellow Man, easily, no competition. My only fic marked “Mature” and unrepentantly tragic.

Runner-up is a much tighter competition, including but not limited to Died With Him- the tag “Seventh Doctor gonna Seventh Doctor” says it all, really- In Too Deep (The Look On His Face) wherein I imagine the protagonists of Metal Gear erring just a little too much on the side of love, and Butterfly, which is pure Shalvis + Endless Now angst (it’s a Xenoblade thing.)

7. Do you write crossovers?

Very rarely; both of my published crossovers are with Final Fantasy XIV. Vox Machina Plays FFXIV Online A Realm Reborn Plus Award-Winning Expansions is, of course, not a true crossover in that it’s the party of CR campaign 1 playing FFXIV. The Award-Winning Expansion of Rassilon is a bit more of a traditional crossover, with a setting fusion between FFXIV and Doctor Who.

FFXIV is a hyperfixation of mine that has been going nearly 2 years strong now, outlasting both Critical Role and Metal Gear Solid, so it’s not surprise that it’s the focal point of my crossings-over. (And before you ask: yes, there’s a page or so of a draft of the cast of Metal Gear Solid playing FFXIV somewhere in my writing folder.)

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

One time I had someone post “this sucks, kys” on some of my works, but I think it was splashover from my Twitter account, considering it was three unrelated works from two entirely different fandoms.

9, Do you write smut?

Absolutely not.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Also nope. My motivation is very unreliable (cough cough unfinished longfics) so I wouldn’t want to put that on someone else.

13. All time fav ship?

I only started appreciating ships recently (more or less when I started my ao3 career) so it’s basically too early to tell. Otasune is probably the ship I understand the best, so let’s go with them.

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oof. I’d like to wrap up Liquid Lives and Heart of Whitestone at some point, and I think it’s doable (hey, I wrapped up AWAS!), so let’s be optimistic and not say those two. As for something I want to finish but think it beyond me: probably the idea I had for a sequel to Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance that I came up with before I even played the game and had a few on-and-off bursts of motivation to work on.

15. Writing strengths?

Ouch, that’s a hard one. Definitely not character voice or finishing what I started. “Ideas” is also a terrible answer (everyone has good ideas). Looking at my ao3 works I struggle to find a common point of pride across individual fics... let’s just go with writing without caring that I’m writing about things that aren’t popular.

16. Writing weaknesses?

Confidence that I’m capturing characters voices, finishing what I started, setting a scene.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Write it in English, indicate it’s another language, stay constitent with how you indicate it.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Published a work for? Critical Role. Wrote down, in the physical world? Minecraft. Wrote in my head? Unknown- I’ve been writing stories in my head for as long as I’ve been conscious.

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

Find Our Wings. My progression and growth alongside the Angel With a Shotgun series is very obvious in Find Our Wings, I think. It’s clear (to me, at least) how comfortable I am in the skin of the two POV characters. The emotions and ideas I explore in Find Our Wings are also much more robust than most of my other fics- who knew that could correspond to longer wordcount! It’s one of the few fics I can go back and read and not immediately jump on every little error or thing I can improve on... probably because I sat on it for a few months before publishing. Editing! Wow!

#ao3 q&a #writing q&a #critical role #metal gear solid #doctor who #xenoblade chronicles #multifandom

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