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naughtynoodle · 2 years

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Fire Night

Description: You're allergic to the birth control tonic so you stay far away from the party but Tamlin finds you during Calanmai/The Great Rite and there is nothing anyone can say or do to stop him from taking you into that cave.

18+ only

Tamlin x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, dom!Tamlin, slight dub/con?, unprotected sex (not recommended bbs), breeding kink, Tamlins absolutely filthy mouth, porn with 1% plot (maybe)

A/N: Be kind pls this is my first fic. We are also going to act like nothing is wrong and that there is no threat looming :) Minors DNI

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You could hear the deep beats of the drums in the distance. It had been so long since you had enjoyed the company of all the Fae during the night long celebration, ever since you first bled and shortly found out you were allergic to the birth control tonic. What had it been? Four years since you were able to stay out all night and celebrate?

You’ve had your fun with some of the other Fae men, always careful but you had found you could never fully enjoy being with someone due to the looming cloud of pregnancy. Of course it wasn’t as easy to get pregnant as the humans but one could never be too careful.

You sigh as you look into the distance that was the Spring Court, a very beautiful territory. You had cut it very close this year, waiting until the last moment possible before forcing yourself to leave, right at the beginning of the High Lords dance.

You were now on the other side of the Spring Court manor admiring the work of the landscapers, they always did a marvelous job with the gardens. You let your mind slip away in thought as you admire your dress, the light pink satin flowing over your curves.

The straps were braided with gold and it leapt down into a plunging V-line which stopped directly below your belly-button and you had two very high leg slits for easy movement for all the dancing. A single gold belt wrapped around your torso keeping the flimsy dress formed to your body. The belt matched the golden ribbon tied in your curled hair.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching behind you until it was too late. You felt his breath behind your ear first and your whole body goes rigid.

“I was wondering where you’d been hiding.” His deep, husky voice caused an involuntary shiver to rake down you. “But I must admit that I quite enjoyed hunting you.”

If the way his voice sounded hadn’t already got your body tingling, those words set you on fire. His lips were so close to your delicate ear that whenever he said certain words they would graze ever so lightly on your skin.

“My Lord-” you started to say but get cut off by the sound of a panting Lucien coming up from behind you both.

“Tamlin.” His voice had a slight warning to it which made the High Lord growl lowly, “She is allergic to the tonic.”

That alone would do enough to talk the sense into any Fae male in search of a bed buddy during Calanmai. Any male but Tamlin.

“It is true.” Your voice was soft at first and you didn’t dare turn fully around at them both, you stayed as still as possible, “I could fall pregnant with your child.”

He slightly hums behind you, as if the idea sounded marvelous and it made your head spin but you had to think with your head and not with that aching burn in your groin.

“You should find anoth-” Your sentence once again gets interrupted when he brings a hand around your throat, stopping whatever else was going to come after.

“I have already made my choice.” He nips at the lobe of your ear and heat pools between your legs. “Leave us.”

You knew the order wasn’t for you and Lucien made a sound of protest but the snarl that left Tamlin’s throat was enough for him to leave. Your eyes meet and he throws you a worried glance but you give a slight nod - as if to say it was okay. And with that it was only the two of you once more.

He made quick work of that opportunity and his lips immediately found the base of your neck which had a gasp escape your lips. You feel him smirk against you. Cocky bastard, you thought.

“How should I deal with the little minx that has been escaping my grasp every year for the last four years, hm?” Your eyes widen at his statement, “Maybe I should tease you as you’ve been teasing me. Make your squirm and beg for release.”

A shaky breath escapes you as he laughs darkly. He brings his hands to your hips before bringing his lips right next to your ear once more.

“You are going to turn slowly for me so I can drink up every ounce of your body before I ravish it.” You bit your lip to keep from gasping. His hands release your hips and you feel him step away.

You start to slowly turn as instructed and you felt his eyes burning over your figure and it had your gut churning with need. You stopped once you were facing him fully and watched his hungry gaze rake over your body multiple times before he stalks back towards you and grips your chin in his hand and forces you to look up at him.

The normal shade of green was barely noticeable due to whatever magic had possessed his body to bring plentiful harvest to your people. His eyes connected with the red shade of your lips and his lips form a sinister grin.

“I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around my cock.”

And with that he whisks you back to the crowd to announce his chosen maiden and you could almost feel the glares of the other women. You didn’t have to ponder on it long before he was once again hauling you away to the cave. It was lit by a single torch and there was a small mat thrown across the floor for comfort from the rocky ground. Your feet touch the ground once more and you turn to face Tamlin.

He says nothing for a moment so you take that as a hint. Your hand reaches for the straps of your dress when a growl halted those actions and you stare back at him with confusion.

“I never said you could unwrap my present for me.” You felt a deep flush all the way to your breasts at the slight compliment. “On your knees.”

You obey and silently thank the Gods above that they put the mat in this cave. You crane your neck to look up at Tamlin and he groans at the sight.

His thumb and index finger grasp your chin as he drinks in the sight of you. Big eyes and perfect pouty lips just beckoning him.

“Be a good girl.” Is all he says and you knew what he meant. With the release of your chin your gaze drops down to the enormous bulge that was in front of you. You take his belt in your hands and unclasp it and untie his trousers and release the throbbing member from them.

You glance up briefly once more and he places a hand on the back of your head. Maybe to encourage you or reassure you but also maybe a silent command telling you to hurry up.

Of course he was big, he was the High Lord. His tip was beat red and you could see the pulse of neediness as he stood before you. You open your mouth and run your tongue on the bulbous tip which causes him to groan. You bring your head lower and flatten your tongue to make one large swipe below his shaft. With that you quickly take him into your mouth and take him down your throat.

His hips stutter with pleasure as he swears under his breath. You had to be a dream, he thought. So long he had thought about this moment, how he longed to find you every year only to have to settle. And now here you were, on your knees for him and sucking his cock like it was candy. He thrusts his hips to meet your bobbing head and to his surprise you don’t gag at the size of him, which only added fuel to the fire.

You dared a glance up at him and his eyes were wild and they were drinking up everything before them. His lips were slightly parted as soft pants passed through them. Your cheeks hollowed even more and you worked him further down until your nose nestled against his pubic bone. You swore you almost had him there when he yanks your head away from him and you gasp for breath as you look up at him.

You were sure your lipstick was smeared and your cheeks even rosier than before. Whatever was possessing the High Lord seemed to be leaking into your skin and your neediness grew larger.

“As much as I want to come in that pretty mouth,” he says as he kneels down and pushes you onto your back, “I have another hole in mind.”

He watched as your pupils blew even wider at his comments and he smirks. He could’ve smelled your arousal from miles away.

He smashes his lips to yours and you gasp at his sudden movement. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth and he explores every inch of it. Your breathy moan causes his cock to twitch with need.

His hands explored your body until he finally slid one under the fabric surrounding your breast. Your nipples had been taut since he whispered in your ear in the garden outside the manor. He twinges one between his fingers which makes you cry out and arch into him.

His chuckle shakes your already aching core as he continues his assault on your chest. You were already panting at this point and he breaks the kiss off to blaze a trail down to your neck. He nips at every turn and sucks even harder on the sensitive spots he finds. Your moans echoed in the cave and no doubt everyone could hear but you didn’t care.

He continues down before coming eye level with your breasts and he growls as he grasps them in his hands.

“Such perfect tits.” He mutters as he rips the fabric away from your chest to reveal two taut nipples for him to explore. He gives you a devious look before giving the right one a little kitten lick.

The moan leaves your lips before you can even attempt to control it and you arch your chest into him, aching for more. This seemed to only encourage him so he continues giving little licks and pecks to both of your breasts.

Just when you thought you were going to go crazy for more friction he takes a full nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it and you swore you just about came from that alone. The groan that left his lips is feral and you soon realize you said that out loud.

“Shall we see if this is true, little vixen?” He smirks against your skin and you whimper, “I bet I could make you come with nipple play alone.”

He took your other neglected nipple in his mouth and your moaned once more, toes curling.

“Maybe that would be a fitting punishment for you? Make you come until you can’t stand it anymore.” Your eyes widen and your pants become heavier, “Oh, you would like that wouldn’t you? You want to be my my little whore?”

You couldn’t even stop the frantic nodding and he chuckles darkly before going back to your chest more feverishly. His bites slightly more painful, but in the most sinful way.

“Oh I’m going to take my time with you. I’ve been waiting for this, to make you writhe under my touch and hear you moan my name.” His mouth was filthy and you loved every word that left his lips, “No one else gets this kind of attention from me on this night, only my little whore.”

You whimpered his name bucking your hips up at nothing.

“Patience.” He tuts at you and you almost rolled your eyes but you caught yourself before you did it. You feel his hand trail up your thigh and you tense in anticipation. His hand working slowly and drawing ragged lines on its way up to where you wanted his touch the most. His mouth found its way back to your nipple and he sucked on it slowly and you could feel every flick of his tongue as you moan beneath him.

It was almost as if your senses were heightened and it made you so much more aware of what he was doing to you and it made the pleasure stronger than anything you had ever felt before.

“Tamlin.” You whisper and your eyes flutter shut as you felt your release approaching. He seemed to have caught on to what you didn’t even say and he switched over to the other breast while drawing small circles on your inner thigh - teasing you. Your breaths become quicker and felt that low pressure before saying his name again, pleading him.

“You’re very sensitive, little minx. Let go.” He mutters into your chest and you do and let out a strangled moan as he sucks harder. You look at him with hooded eyes and he just smirks down at you. You were about to say something when his fingers finally made contact with your sex. You gasp and buck your hips up and he looks at you with surprise.

“No underwear?” He takes his fingers away from your groin and looks at the slick that now coated his fingers, almost fascinated, “You were practically begging for it. Waiting for me to come find you and take advantage of you.”

Your eyes widen as he sucks on his fingers and groans before he looks at you wickedly, “You taste divine.”

Your chest heaves up and down as you slowly lick your lips in anticipation and he places his hand on your belly before grasping the thin fabric of your dress and ripping it off your body. You watch as he drinks in your naked form before spreading your legs even more. If it was even possible his eyes darken even more at the sight of your sopping wet cunt before growling lowly and diving head first.

You let out a startled gasp when he takes a long swipe of the tongue up your pussy before landing right on your clit which makes you let out a deep groan in satisfaction. He laps at you and as much as you try to buck your hips against his face he uses his arms to hold you down firm. Nowhere to run, you thought.

“Oh!” You shout out and you swore you felt him grin against you as he continued his work. You weren’t even sure if he could breath properly, his face was practically shoved in your cunt and every so often you could feel his nose bump your clit which would make you jolt.

“Tamlin please! Please!” You beg, writhing in his touch. His mouth finally left your sex as he looks up at you. A beautiful mess, he thinks.

“I’m not done tasting you, so you are going to be a good girl for me and take this.” He didn’t leave any room for arguments and hastily went back to licking your cunt with expert technique.

Your mind was so hazy you were going crazy. At this point you were really debating begging with your whole heart when you feel a finger wiggle at your entrance and you suck in a breath.

You let out a light groan when he slowly pushes it in, flexing towards him. He was still teasing you, slowly pumping it and bending his finger to hit certain spots. His tongue assaulted your clit at this point with light licks, making sure to flick and grinning when you jolted every time. Your hips fought against his grip but he held strong.

He pace grew faster as did the amount of pressure he pressed against your poor abused clit. Your head was thrown back and your mouth open with pleasure. Your hands were tangled in his hair, gripping tightly.

Slurping sounds echoed throughout the cave as well as your moans.

“Tamlin!” You gasp and you were right on the cusp of release when he pulls away. You didn’t even have time to complain when his mouth was on yours again with a hungry kiss. His finger drew lazy circles on your clit and you moan into his mouth, bucking your hips toward his finger.

“Needy little whore.” He growls into you, going to find a weak spot in your neck. You feel his canines dig into your skin which makes you hiss with discomfort yet in pleasure. “Look at you, a whimpering mess beneath me.” You shudder.

He takes your legs and spreads them wide, drinking in the sight of you. Your hole quivering, begging for something - anything to fill it. A sight he wants to remember forever.

He finally settles between your legs and you hold your breath in anticipation, but he still wanted to tease you just a little bit longer. He ruts his pelvis into yours, groaning when he feels your slick coat his length. He rubs it between your lips, bumping into your clit with the bulbous head and you moan.

He slams into you without warning and you scream in pain and pleasure, trying to adjust to his size. His mouth makes work of your nipples, licking and sucking.

“Tamlin, please!” You beg, for what you didn’t know. He tuts at you, gripping your chin and making you meet his eyes.

“Say it.” His voice was lower than ever, and you didn’t know what is was that he wanted you to say. You knew that he could see your confusion, but he didn’t say anything else. He pulls his hips back and slams into you again, making you cry out. “Say it.”

It clicked for you.

“Claim me. I am yours.” You gasp, and he hums with approval. Nothing could have prepared you for the rapid fire of his hips as he slams into you. The groans that left his mouth were sinful.

“You are mine.” He growls out, his hand wrapping around your throat and his eyes were watching as your tits bounced at the force of him pumping into you. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually enjoyed fucking whoever he chose during The Rite. But seeing you under him, crying out his name ignited something within him.

“Oh gods!” You cry out and Tamlin grunts out your name. His pace never ceased and it was making your head spin.

“Such a good whore for me. Letting me ruin you.” His words just unraveled you and made you even wetter. His eyes concentrated on his cock entering you and his grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly and you clamp down even harder on his dick.

Your release was close and so was his. You pant his name, gripping his arms tightly.

“I want you to look at me when you finish, look at who makes you feel this way.” You met his eyes and didn’t dare look away. His stray hand reaches between the two of you and rubs your clit. “Come for me.”

And you did, crying out his name. It was a chain reaction from watching you scream his name and feeling your pussy clamp down around him and he groans when he releases inside you but it wasn’t enough for him. You feel him yank you upright and whip you around to your hands and knees. His palm on your shoulders forces your upper half down to the floor.

His cock lines up at your entrance once more and he slowly pushes in, moaning lowly as he falls onto your back. You could feel his muscles twitching in his abdomen as he laid on your back as he moans your name - something that you never thought you would hear from your High Lord.

“Your cunt was made for this, for me.” He says lowly, kissing the skin of your shoulder and your pussy clamps down at his words, “You like being owned by me, don’t you?”

You nod and he chuckles and he picks up his pace, filling you even deeper than before.

“Say that you’re mine. That you want me to fill you up with my seed and knock you up, making you mine forever.” You moan at his words, working your hips back to meet his pace.

“I’m yours.” You pant out, “Please take me, do with me what you wish. Claim me, Tamlin.”

“Good little whore. Gonna make you mine forever.” He reaches around and furiously rubs your clit and you cry out, bucking your hips. “So good for me, milking my cock for my seed.”

He leans up and grips your hips and slams into you with a brutal pace and you feel the tip of his dick nestle up against your cervix. You reach down and rub your aching clit and he growls at the sight.

Soon you both release together and his hips stutter as he comes in you once again. He stays deep inside you to ensure his seed stayed where he wanted it, he wouldn’t leave this cave until he was sure he had enough in there to plant a baby into you.

He murmured sweet words to you as you shook beneath him, and in your blissed state you didn’t notice the new tattoo that adorned your left hand.

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The Shadows Which Fire Throws

Summary: Thorin thought he had lost everything when the dragon came and forced the dwarves of Erebor out of their homeland, but when his brother Frerin perishes in the climactic battle in their years-long war against the orcs, Thorin discovers the true meaning of loss. A few years after the Battle of Azanulbizar, Thorin travels from village to village, seeking work as a blacksmith so he can help support his family. One day, he catches young boys playing near the forge, and the sight brings back memories of his childhood in Erebor and his brother, whom he misses dearly.

Relationship: Thorin & Dís & Frerin

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This is my entry for @thorinsspringforge! Thank you to my amazing friend and partner for this event @lathalea for all your support and feedback. She created a wonderful moodboard (see above) for the event, so make sure you give her some love for that❤️

The fire of the forge burned in Thorin’s eyes as he swung the hammer down on the anvil with such force that he felt the blow reverberate through his body. Another day of work. Another day of enduring suspicions from Men. The skills of the Dwarves were revered in all Middle-earth, but the Dwarves themselves were looked upon with disdain—like a foreign curiosity that did not belong in this part of the world.

Thorin, once the heir to the most powerful kingdom of Dwarves, was now forced to wander the villages of Men and beg for work. An ache stabbed his chest as the sight of Erebor returned to his mind, unbidden. The halls bathed in golden light. The roaring fires and the songs of the blacksmiths echoing through the forges. Thorin tried to banish the memories by focusing on the task at hand—by reminding himself that he was but a blacksmith now and Erebor was lost, but that only reminded him of just that—everything he had lost. With each blow of the hammer, images of his homeland tore at his soul. But working as a blacksmith was the only way he managed to feed his family, so he swallowed back the pain and carried on.

It was spring now—but that hardly mattered. It was always warm in the smithy, and Thorin cared not for the little things which made the passing of seasons so marvellous to ordinary folk. Leaves turning to fire and gold and coming to rest on the forest floor. A blanket of glittering snow enveloping the land. Flowers waking from their sleep, bathing in the morning mist. It only reminded him of how quickly his life was slipping by him. And Thorin did not want to be reminded of that.

Outside the dark smithy, the village carried on as it always did. Farmers visiting from nearby lands and stopping at the dilapidated inn around the corner for a pint or two. Carts rolling on the muddy streets toward the market, where bakers and butchers and even a weaver or two sold goods to their neighbours. Travellers seldom stumbled upon this corner of the world. It was forgotten. A mere shadow of what it had been in days of old.

Just like him.

On the other side of the narrow street from the smithy was a group of young boys. They were playing a game involving dice Thorin knew from his childhood. Thorin found that fascinating—how children of different races, in all corners of the world, played the same games—but he might have found more joy in the sight if it did not remind him so much of his late brother.

Frerin had been such a lively boy, always pranking his siblings—and unsuspecting adults. Always smiling and laughing. Thorin supposed he must have been that way, too, once. At least, that was what the stories his mother had recounted and his memories told him. But he often felt like those memories did not even belong to him. They belonged to another life. And now, only the cracks in his heart remained as proof that once, he had been that young boy. Full of life. Full of hope. Even his body sometimes did not feel like his own. His mother used to say that there was honour and glory to be found in scars, for they marked a warrior’s victories. Thorin’s body was a map of all the fights he had survived, yes, but there was nothing glorious about it. It was a reminder of all the people he had lost—all those he had failed to protect.

The sun was rising, lighting the mountains on fire, as the dwarves made their final approach toward the Dimrill Dale. Toward the last battle of this terrible war that had already cost them countless lives. The other houses of dwarves had sent troops to aid the Longbeards from all corners of Middle-earth. Before they marched upon the gate, King Thrain spoke to the soldiers ahead of the battle. He spoke of avenging the late King Thrór, Thorin’s grandfather, and of reclaiming the halls of their forefathers. He spoke of honour and glory, but as Thorin glanced back at Frerin, all he could think of was to protect. His brother was far too young for war—too young for all the atrocities the world had thrown at him—but it was too late.

Thorin instructed Frerin to stay by his side. He promised he would keep him safe, but even as he spoke, he knew he did not have the power to make such a promise. Only Mahal could have saved him then, but that was not as reassuring to the exiled prince as it once would have been.

But Frerin smiled back at him. He was afraid, but he was even more determined. Durin’s folk do not flee from a fight, he had said, speaking the ancient words of their house, which their father had so often spoken to them in their youth.

The swoosh of a blade. Splashes of blood. His sword stained black. It reminded him of a quill dipped in ink before it is thrust into parchment by a poet to write words celebrating life and love and beauty. But this was no such tale.

This was a tragedy.

He remembered being a young boy in Erebor, standing in the training grounds, his brother and sister at his side. Always at his side. Together, they mastered the sword, the axe, the bow, and all other such arts their teachers deemed fit for the heirs of Durin to learn. Back then, it had all seemed like a game—a game with no real consequences other than a few bruises the next day. A game at which you always got a second chance. But as the battle drew on and the bodies piled up around him, Thorin knew this was no game. There would be no second chance.

When the first scream tore through the air, Thorin’s blood froze in his veins, and he felt the blow of the mace as though it had struck his own chest. With a deafening cry that could have brought down the mountains from Angmar to Methedras, Thorin tore through the orcs to stand between his brother and his enemy and raised his shield to cover them both. A pale orc with scars carved deep into his twisted, evil face looked down at him. Thorin used all the strength remaining in his body to defeat the orc, not stopping even when his shield was ripped from his hands and he was forced to defend himself with an oaken branch. And by the time Thorin defeated the orc and he could rush to his brother’s side, it was too late.

The snow-covered ground was soaked with blood.

Thorin remembered running through the forest just outside Erebor as a young dwarf, trying to catch up to Frerin and Dís. It was a game; he would close his eyes and let them hide, and then he would have to find them. Thorin was getting old for such activities, but he could never refuse his siblings. The air smelled of bluebells and cornflowers, and golden beams of sunlight snuck through the green canopy overhead, lighting his path deeper into the woods. That day, Thorin was having more trouble than usual finding his siblings, but he was not worried. He could hear their muffled giggles, telling him they were not far, and Thorin knew that no matter the obstacles, they always found their way to each other eventually.

Frerin always came back to him—until now.

When the wicked worm attacked Erebor, desecrating their fathers’ halls and robbing them of their home, Thorin thought he had experienced the most terrible tragedy. But as he stood in the grave that had become Azanulbizar, holding onto Frerin’s limp, lifeless body, he finally understood the true meaning of loss. His tears mingled with the blood and dirt on his cheeks. He looked up to the cloudy sky; the moon was hiding that night, but a few stars looked upon the desolation. Was Mahal up there, watching them? If he was, why did he not help them? Had one of Thorin’s ancestors offended Mahal somehow, and thus doomed their line forever?

When, many hours later, Thorin was forced to bid his brother farewell, he took from his belt a dagger, and as his blood-stained hand wrapped itself around the hilt, he vowed to carry it with him for as long as he lived. Thorin wished Dís had been there, for he truly believed that the three of them together could face anything. They could have protected him together, just like when they were innocent dwarflings.

“Thorin?”

A gentle voice, like the melodious singing of the first birds in spring, pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up from the anvil to find Dís standing in the doorway, the golden light of the setting sun making her silhouette glow. A soft, sad smile tugged at her lips as she watched him uncertainly.

“What are you still doing here, brother?” she asked. “Night is falling.”

“I must have lost track of time,” Thorin replied absently, trying to chase away the memories still floating in his mind, to no avail. “I will join you in a moment.”

Dís nodded, and as she turned around to wait outside, the silver beads in her raven hair and beard gleamed in the last rays of the sun, and Thorin was reminded of how the sun used to shine upon the highest peak of the Lonely Mountain.

When Thorin stepped out of the smithy some time later and locked the door, night had fallen. Only a thin stream of gold peaking over the horizon remained.

“Will you tell me what is on your mind?” Dís asked hesitantly.

Stone walls. The hard floor of the training ground as laughter echoed all around him. Pine needles burning under the dragon’s fiery breath. His shield crashing against the bloodied rocks.

“I was thinking of Frerin.”

A shadow fell over Dís’ fair face, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. They had rarely spoken of him since the war. In the months following Azanulbizar, all had wept for Frerin, but the pain was too great, and his memory became a wound that refused to heal. His father had always buried his emotions, and with time, Thorin decided that he must do the same. That was the only way he could survive this agony. And now Dís was married, and soon she would have her own family, so it did not feel right to burden her with his grief. It did not feel right to taint her new life with the horrors of the past which refused to let go of him. As such, he was not sure why he uttered their brother’s name on this spring evening, as night swallowed the village in its blue cloak.

“I miss him terribly.” Dís admitted after a long moment of silence, her voice low, as though she was afraid to speak those words. She surprised Thorin again when she said, “Do you remember when we were children, how the Mountain would sometimes wake and Amad would sing to us to comfort us?”

Thorin remembered; as a child, the tremors had frightened him, for he had not understood them. His mother would wrap her arms around all three of them, and her voice would banish all evils lurking in the depths of the Mountain. He remembered her fair voice—so similar to his sister’s—and the gentle touch of her hands against his shoulder. He would have smiled at the memory if it did not hurt so much. He desperately wanted to stop talking about it, but he owed it to Dís, whom he had disappointed too often. Despite the tears clouding her vision, she seemed to derive comfort from the memory.

“Of course, I remember. You would press your little body against me and I would not be allowed to let go until you deemed it was safe—and that often meant holding you until you fell asleep.”

Dís smiled wistfully, and when she reached out for his hand and leaned her head into his shoulder, Thorin momentarily felt once more like a young dwarf whose only heroic feat to date was chasing his sister’s nightmares away.

Dís went on, her voice heavy with emotion. “When her singing was not enough to comfort me, I remember her telling me that as long as we had each other—you, me, and Frerin—then all would be well.”

The scream. The blood. His brother’s eyes looking back at him for the last time.

“I am so sorry, Dís. It is all my fault.”

His sister’s misty eyes sought his gaze in vain. “You did everything you could to protect him.”

If he had, Frerin would still be here. Thorin had failed him—he had failed them both.

Dís’ sniffling pulled him back to the present, and though Thorin barely had enough strength to maintain his composure, he pulled his sister into his arms and held her tight, hoping he could offer her the comfort he sought so desperately.

“Even after all this time, I hate myself for not having been at his side. Perhaps things might have turned out differently….” She shook her head. “But I was not, and we cannot change the past. So I beg you, brother, do not torture yourself needlessly. I cannot bear the thought of you suffering in silence.”

“And you need not worry yourself on my account. I am fine.”

Dís looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, knowing it was a lie. She was silent for a moment; the wind tore at her blue dress, and in her eyes, the light of the stars and moon shone brightly. “No matter what happens—no matter how much our lives may change—I will always be there for you, Thorin. Please do not ever doubt it. I could not save Frerin, but I am at your side. Always.”

A wistful smile lit up his tired face. He remembered when Dís was born. A storm raged on all day, but as night fell and her cries filled the royal chambers, the sky turned quiet, and the pale light of a crescent moon shone upon the mountain. He remembered, too, how her presence never failed to brighten even the darkest of days. Even after the dragon stole their home and they wandered through the wilderness, cold, starving, and exhausted, Dís could make anyone laugh. She could make anyone feel like there was a reason to keep going—like there was a reason to keep living. She was always the strongest of Durin’s heirs, and now, as Thorin pulled her into his arms, a weight was lifted from his shoulders. A weight that he had been carrying for longer than he could remember.

“And I am at yours, dearest sister.”

Her smaller hand took refuge in his as they walked in silence the rest of the way. High in the sky, a crescent moon illuminated their path.

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aoonu · 1 year

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Promise pt.1 || Kaz Brekker

Summary: Y/n is a grisha who is running away since her whole life. The meeting with a little boy who had just lost everything will change their life forever.

Pairing: child!Kaz Brekker x grisha!reader (Platonic, wait till part two)

Warning: mention of trauma, my english.

A/n: this story is bornt from one of my 3 a.m. ideas. I don't know how many part it will be yet. I'm sorry for any mistake but like I always said, english is not my first language :)) Let me know what do you think😘

PT. 2 - PT. 3 - PT. 4 - PT. 5

MAIN MASTERLIST

The grisha girl let a sigh of relief when she noticed that the men in black coat had stopped following her. She knew she couldn't stay there any longer or her pursuers would find her.

She flipped between two buildings without being noticed, but as soon as she disappeared from the main streets she bumped in a little body. The girl looked down at her knees seeing a little boy staring at her apologising.

"Ehy there, are you ok?" she asked at the boy.

He shrugged looking down. She noticed his red empty eyes and his pale skin. He was soaked and shaking and for some reason he seemed to be running away from somethung worse than her pursuers.

She refused to let him go, not like this, so she grabbed him gently pushing him in the little street, away from the stares of the people noticing that he tensed when she touched him.

"What happened, baby?" she lowered her voice a bit while she rubbed gently his shoulders with her hands sitting on her tip toes.

He looked in her eyes for a moment before throwing himself in her arms. He started sobbing while his tears fell in her neck and she felt her eyes getting wet too at the sight of it.

She hugged him stronger, whispering in his ears comforting words. Behind him she saw a pile of wooden boxes and with little effort she brought the boy there. He sat beside her trying to compose himself while she gave him a red handkerchief with three letters on it: W. V. E.

He gave her a curious look at which she sadly smiled. "My brother..." His eyes darkened thanking her. "What is you name little boy?"

"K-..." he stopped for a long moment thinking about it. He looked the girl beside him and even if he wanted to trust her he just couldn't after what happened. "Jordie..."

He expected her to see his lie, but she just smiled sweetly at him. "Well Jordie, can I know what happened? Or maybe if you have someone where I can bring you? This is not a nice place for the boy of your age..."

"I have no one...no one." these words hurt both of them. She didn't know what had happened to that child to make him like it, but it wasn't hard to figure out that it was surely something that a child shouldn't see. "I don't know what to do anymore..."

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked touching his shoulder with her own. The boy, whose name wasn't obviously Jordie, nodded looking her curiously. She smirked bringin her left hand on her right one and rotating them slowly. A flame came out from her right palm, little but still powerful; red and orange like the handkerchief she had given him before.

The boy's eyes shone marveled looking the flame on her palm. "You are a grisha!"

"Inferni of the rank of the Etheralki, precisely." She winked at him letting the flame flying over the boy to dry him a bit. "But I told you, it's a secret. You can't tell anyone, Jordie."

"Why you are keeping it secret?" he was confused.

Her chest started to burn a little, but she swept it away. "Becase there are bad people who hunt me since I was born, so everywhere I go no one can know what I am."

He frowened angryly. He couldn't accept that someone would be hunt just because they had habilities that no one had. "It's not fair! Why you don't just kill them with your fire?!"

She widened her eyes asking herself what that child must had witness to think like that. "No, no, no, Jordie. Killing is never the right answer, and if I'd let myself thinking like it...I wouldn't be better than them."

He seemed to think about it, looking his shoes.

"You see Jordie, the worst moments of our life are the ones that build us. They make the person who we become in the future." she smiled sweetly. "Today I'm running away from them, tomorrow I'll know that I should never judging someone because different from me. Today I meet a little boy who is running away from something and tomorrow I hope he'll learn from my story and help to make this world a better place."

He didn't smile back, too focused on her words.

"I've spent most of my life thinking that I had no reason to live, no purpose. My family hate me for what I am, the children had always been too afraid of me to be my friends and looking around I understood I was alone." she took a deep breath. "Then, few years ago my little brother bornt, and from that moment on I knew that protecting him would have been my priority number one for the rest of his life."

"Where is him now?" an innocent question that made the girl shifting on her place a little.

"With our parents...they don't wish me to see him much. I think they are afraid of me infect him with my powers or something like that..." she scoffed ironically.

"Bullshit. A grisha can't infect someone else!" he esclaimed obviously.

"Yeah, say it to them." she laughed.

He studied her. Her short hair, her beautiful smile and her shining eyes that had a lot of stories in them not told. "You should go, before the bad people find you."

She looked him astonished. "I should look after you first. I can easily wait hid in a place until my pursuers grow old. Benefits of being a grisha, you have time." she shrugged, the ghost of a smile on her lips and he immediately knew that for that girl a long life wasn't a benedition.

"Go. Protect your brother Fire Girl, and maybe when I'll see you again you'll present me to him." she saw his first true smile on his face and her heart warmed.

"I am sure you will be very good friends." she stood up looking around carefully. "You sure you don't want to come with me? Or maybe want me to walk you somewhere? I have time."

He smiled standing before her. The boy was at the same height of her belly, but his eyes seemed older.

"I have still things to do, and people I need to find. " the last words said with rage.

"Take care of yourself, boy. Don't let the bad days winning your good ones, there is always light at the end of a tunnel; you only have to walk a little more." with a last smile she started to walk away before his voice stopped her again.

"Fire Girl! I'll grew up, and I'll find a job." she turned around looking him curiously. "I'll have money, a lot of them, and I'll find you. I'll hire guards, everywhere in the city, and you'll live peacefull, without have to worry about anyone anymore. Bring your brother, I'll protect him too. " he walked closer to her while some tears formed in her eyes. "You will be not alone anymore."

She stared at that little kid with the brightest smile he had ever seen. She sat on her tip toes in front of him again looking in his dark eyes. "You want an advise for someone who is around from a while? Having me around will only cause you problems..." she said sweetly. "But promise me something. When we'll meet again, and I am sure we will...you'll approach me. Maybe we will be in a bar, and I'll be sit at the counter. Come to me, I'll be the same so it will be easy for you to recognize me, and tell me your real name, alright?"

He widened his eyes surprised.

"I have a very good nose for lies." she winked playfully.

"I'll recognize you, but will you?...Regnonize me....?" he asked insecured.

She inclined her head studying him. No, probably not. "I happen to have a good memory for faces, but if I won't...hand me the handkerchief and I will know who you are."

He smiled shyly and she kissed his forehead like a big sister. She stood up again when he grabbed her sleeve.

"What is your name?"

She wanted to tell him, but it would have been too dangerous, so she just smiked looking at the boy. "You'll have to ask me at the bar."

The grisha girl disappeared in the shadow of the building, leaving the boy there who with years, he would never stop thinking about his promise and the misterious girl whose face he'll never forget.

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hwrryscherry · 3 years

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The one where model Y/N is attacked in Paris.

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N are in Paris for Fashion Week 2020 earlier this year. To celebrate her first time walking for Gucci, Harry decides to take her out for a dinner date when a crazy youtube prankster attacks her while leaving the restaurant and Harry get furious as standing up to defend his girl.

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warning: rude and disrespectful attitude, invasion of personal space, violence, anxiety attack quote. DON’T read it if you feel uncomfortable.

author’s note: HIII, I know this took me a while. I was working on it when I got a cold and just couldn’t think of anything to finish writing this, but I’m much better now for god’s sake. I’d like to apologize with whoever requested this for taking such a long time to post it and say a huge thank you or requesting this too! This is completely inspired by what happened to Gigi Hadid in 2016(I guess) and I remember seeing this video and thinking why someone would do that, also, Gigi said once that the guy was lucky Zayn wasn’t with her sooooo I guess I just think Harry would be so furious because even though he’s a very chill guy, his girl safety and well being is the one thing that matters the most to him.

gigi’s video for the ones who didn’t see it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjsPmjqmcvs

February 27th, 2020

Today was the first time that you ever walked for Gucci, and it was amazing, you were beyond happy because getting where you are today being a short model and only being 22 years old it's something to be proud of. It hasn't been easy all the time but you were slowly making your way to the top and that's more than enough. And you were highly grateful for Harry either, of course you walked Gucci's show because of your talent and hard working and no one doubted that, but Harry did a important role in your newest contract with Gucci because you met the team because of him and his Gucci obsession. But anyway, the fashion show was amazing, and you had Harry on the crowd cheering for you all the time and God, he was so proud! He couldn’t even handle himself. He was recording everything and even got up when you did the catwalk next to him as he kept taking multiple pictures. If you have to be real, almost 90% of those pictures looked really bad because he wasn't focusing on the phone but he also wanted to register this moment and when you'd look through them later you'd actually laugh because most of them had a very blur image.

When the fashion show ended, he had to congratulate you backstage. As you were starting to take off your outfit, you listened to your boyfriend's rough voice making you turn around to face him and see the biggest smile on his face, you could clearly see his dimples on the side of his cheek. He walked over to you instantly wrapping his strong arms around your figure hugging you so tight that you were even afraid that he would get the feat of ruining the rest of clothes you still had on.

— You were so great, I'm so pround of you! — Harry said on a low tone next to your ear before breaking the hug and looking carefully to your face. You had this crazy green eyeshadow that were halfway gone by now which caused him to chuckle — I love your eye look, it looks fabulous! — Harry said making you bend over to stare at the mirror behind you only realizing now you haven't finished taking off your makeup yet. You stand straight again giving him a mocking expression as you grabbed the makeup wipe you were using from the makeup table behind both of you.

— I know, I'm thinking about wearing this everywhere because it's just really fashion! — you ironically said taking a smirk out of him as you turned around sitting on the chair in front of the mirror so you could have a sight of how you're makeup were doing — But thank you, you know I appreciate it!

— I do! And that's why I'll congratulate you by taking you out for dinner tonight! — Harry said walking towards you resting his hands on both of your shoulders squeezing them gently as he bends over giving you a small kiss on your neck.

— Oh, like a dinner date? — You'd ask with a smirk on as you felt goosebumps on your kiss with his little kiss.

— Exactly like a dinner date! And later, we can have our own private celebration! — He'd say with a smirk on his lips as you finished taking your makeup off — What d' you think? Sounds good? — He asked you and you nodded at him and just some minutes later you both were out stage going back to your hotel in Paris. Harry called Jeff and asked him if he could make a reservation for both of you for tonight around 8 pm and he glady did, so as it was already 6 pm and as you both were probably the one couple in the world who takes the longest to get ready, you'd come back to the hotel and started getting ready already.

Jeff made an appointment for both of you to go to Le Cinq restaurant which is located near the Eiffel Tower and Arc of Triumph. You absolutely loved Paris at night, for some reason it seemed more magical and interesting to you. The weather, the lights, the fashion and the language that you learned to master well through the years warmed your heart whenever you’d go there. When you were a child, you got used to always hearing your mom tells you:’’whenever you’re in love, go to Paris’’, and for this reason Paris was one of the first places where you and Harry traveled together as couple. Harry didn’t use to travel a lot for by the way. MOst of the time, he used to travel for work, so this changed a lot since you started dating because you love to travel. You’ve always been a free spirit person, the kind of person that goes wherever the winds takes you so with the time Harry became like this too as you started taking him to do the craziest things on the craziest places around the world.

You felt the car slower it’s velocity as it got closer to the front of the restaurant, and you both could see by the window that the front was packed. As it was Paris Fashion Week, there were a lot of celebrities in the city and usually, fans settled in front of popular places around the city hoping they’d have a chance to meet their favorite celebs and even though you were already used to crowds at this point of your life, they’d still make you a little nervous, especially when it was in places not well known to you like a city you don’t live on.

— You’ll have to guide me because these shoes are really high and I don't want to step on anyone's feet — You said to Harry while putting your phone in the small black Prada bag you carried with you with your head down looking carefully to it because you’ve lost the count of how many times you thought you had put the phone inside your bag and you didn’t.

— It's alright! Hold my hand because there are a lot of people here! — Said Harry bringing his left hand up to your face to put a lock of hair of yours that fell in your face behind your ear and you nodded to him. Harry was really protective over you, and he has been that way since the beginning of your relationship. He’d always put your safety first anytime you’d go out together. When it was his about his concerts, you’d usually discuss about the fact that you want to be in the audience and he wants you to be backstage. It’d taken you a few minutes to convince him that everything was going to be fine, but it would also have days that it didn’t matter how much time you try to convince him he’d beg you to stay backstage so he could be relaxed during the performance. But you were grateful for him being that way, you were grateful that he cared so much about your well being because you know exactly how much some relationships can be destructive and you felt lucky to have someone this good in your life. Of course he wasn’t perfect, neither of you were but who is? He tried his best and that’s what matters the most.

But anyway, Harry held your hand tightly and opened the car door, immediately feeling the camera’s flashes burning your faces and listening to some fans starting to shout. Harry’s bodyguards got between both of you and the crowd guiding your way to the entrance of the restaurant and you felt the heat from the crowd instantly even though the weather in Paris was only 59°F, it’d feel lot warmer until you entered the place. And that is one special kind of a place, The decoration was perfectly splendid, gorgeous and marvelous if you must say. The touches of gold and light blue mixed with the yellow coloration of lights and the spectacular french food scent brought a cozy and elegant vibe.The restaurant was a little full, nothing out of the common and you observed the many different sizes of tables and the groups of people in it.

You both were taken to your table that was located next to the windows but wasn’t actually on the windows at it still had people outside and it feels weird to eat with people watching you. Anyway, Harry as the gentleman he is pulled the chair for you as he always did even though you had told him there’s no need for that. You both ordered glasses of your favorite white wine, neither of you were heavy drinkers but as it was a celebration it was much needed. The date happened naturally, just as all the laughing, talking and even gossips. This the casual couple gossip that you two would have, but it happened naturally. None of you ever felt like you had to pretend to be anybody else except yourself around each other.

During the night, Harry would get lost in your face admiring your features while you’re talking. He would admire the way your eyebrows move when you’d change expressions, the way your eyes would form a very tiny line when you tried to see something that was away from you, he’d admire your smile and the sound of your laugh anytime you’d remember of something funny or he’d tell you something funny and he’d think of how lucky he is to have you, because even though he knows that sometimes he can be a pain in the ass(just as you can too) , you’re very lucky to have one another and to have someone who would make you feel this great and free about who you are. Because who you are is exactly who you need to be. Of course both of you believes that changing and envolving it’s the most important thing to do and sometimes you’d be surprised to see how much you both grew from the beginning of your relationship until today and that would bring smile to your faces. He feels lucky to be able to call you his girl, and god you loved when he’d do it. You loved when he was about to present you to someone and say ‘’This is my girl Y/N’’, it’d cause you to open a big smile because it felt natural. You’re his and he’s yours, period.

When you both decided it was time to call it a night Harry paid the check against what you wanted because you wanted to pay this time. You’d honestly hate to have people paying for you, and this would usually be a point of discussion between you and Harry. You don't know why but you hate it, and it's just the gentleman in Harry wanting to spoil his girl again and again until he get tired of doing it, but he never does.

You were about to leave the restaurant when Harry slid his right hand around your waist bringing you closer to him very calmly to kiss your cheek.

— I know you want to say hi to everyone but just walk to the car, alright? — He'd lowly talk next to your ear making you look at him with a serious expression — It's for your safety, love! It's late now, and we don't know who's there. — And he was right, it was past midnight now and there were still some people out there. How can they stand there in this cold weather? But anyway, you agreed with him as you both walked your way to outside. You felt flashes again, blinding flashing lights making you look to the ground as Harry held his hand on the back of your back guiding you to the car.

As you walked towards the car, you felt a small hand touch your arm and you looked over to see a little girl with probably 12 or 13 years. She pursued tired eyes, and your heart ached with just the thought of keeping walking back to the car because you had no idea of how much time she’s been outside waiting for you so you stopped walking and bend down a little to get close to her height which made Harry stops walking immediately looking a little surprised but he understood when he saw you taking a picture with the little girl and how your face lightens up after it. You asked her what was her name and her age and she answered that her name was Lily and she was 13 she told you that she wants to be a model just like you when she grows older and that melted your heart. You smiled at her and told her that she could do whatever she wanted to and told her that when she grows up and becomes a model, you’d love to walk a show with her. When you’d stand up again you saw Harry looking at you with a small smile on his lips. He couldn’t deny he loves your kindness to every person in the world. It made his heart happy to know that he’s with someone with the same life philosophy than him. So he turned around to open the car door for you when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist lifting you up and you froze.

— What the fu... — You'd shout before starting to hit him on his arms with your elbows as you'd move your legs trying to kick him with your heels. You'd feel flashes on your face and heat on your body increasing. It was the adrenaline and you were furious at this point. — Get...Off...Me — You'd shout as you'd hit his face with your elbows as well, Harry looked over to you and stormed out. He'd swear he'd never been like this in his life, he'd basically run to behind the guy's back and put his arm around his neck, Harry'd give him a punch right in the middle of his back and a slightly kick on the back of his knee to destabilise the guy which put you free by the moment he started to fall. Harry's bodyguard would hold you immediately trying to push you away from the crowd as you looked at Harry pushing the guy away from you.

— What the fuck were you doing? — Harry'd shout right into the man's face and watch as the man started to walk away from the crowd but Harry would go after him. Harry swears to god he couldn't even feel his body at the time. He was completely numb, moved by adrenaline and all he wanted to do was to beat the shit out of that man. — WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? — Harry'd shout walking after him getting no response which just made him angrier. At that time he didn't care about the cameras or whoever was watching him, he couldn't calm down when someone threated his girl safety and personal space. It didn't even need to be you. If he saw anyone threatening a woman's safety, he'd freak out in anger.

You felt the bodyguards strong hands trying to push you away from the situation because that's what Harry would want him to do. He tried walking you towards the car, but you were reluctantly screaming for Harry because he could get himself hurt if he didn't come back to the car now. The other bodyguard walked after Harry grabbing him by the arm and Harry turned over to look at him with so much anger on his look and you'd swear you never saw him like this but then he did started walking over to you again.

You finally entered the car and closed the door. You felt in panic. Basically paralyzed, you felt your anxiety attacking and your hands shaking. You could literally hear your heart beating so fast and loud that it scares you.

— Go get him! Follow him to hell. I don't care! Take him to the police office! — You'd listen to Harry talks firmly to his bodyguards as he opened the car's door and entered in it. He took a deep breath and turned his face to look at you. His heart broke at that moment. You were a mess. You couldn't even feel the tears leaving your eyes, but he did see them. He saw your hands shaking and how scared your eyes looked and at that moment all of his anger left his body — Love... — He'd sigh getting closer to you while wrapping his arms around your now-fragile figure. He could feel your entire body shaking on his arms. He caressed your hair with one of his hands as he hugged you tight to calm you down. He'd look to the driver and make a sign for him to start driving back to your hotel — Are ya okay? You're hurt? Did he hurt you? — He'd talk on a calm tone squeezing you a little on his arms. You'd lift your head up to look at him with red wet eyes shaking your head to him.

— I'm sorry! — You'd say lowly. He did tell you to walk straight to the car, and you didn't listen to him.

— It's not your fault, love! — He'd say wiping some of your tears and then carefully kissing both of cheeks — Don't worry about it, everything's gonna be fine, alright? It's okay!

You'd spent the rest of the ride in silence. A comfortable silence. You'd be laying your head on his shoulder while holding his head getting your breathing and heart back to normal and your phones would start buzzing with notifications of what happened but none of you would see it, not now.

When you got to your hotel, you'd get out of the car in the garage. You'd both walk slowly to the elevator and slowing to your room. You entered the room going directly to the king sized bed and throwing yourself in it because you felt like getting in a coma and just waking up to a time where all this drama would go away. Harry'd walk towards you and sit in bed beside you. He'd put both of his hands on your shoulders massaging them slowly.

— I'll prepare you a bath, so you can relax a little before sleeping, how's that sound? — He'd say trying to cheer you up a little bit.

— Sounds great, thank you love! — You'd turn your head to look at him with a forced smile on your lips. Harry'd bend down to kiss your hair line before leaving to the bathroom.

He'd try his best to make you feel the most comfortable to sleep tonight. He'd prepare you a bath. He'd give you a message, he'd brush your hair for you but actually, he loves to do that. He loves to brush your hair before you go to bed, it was more like a routine for you both. He loves to feel your long locks on his fingers and to feel the sweet scent of it. He'd cuddle you until you fall asleep too, he'd even be the big spoon tonight so you could sleep on his chest breathing his perfume because he hoped that'd make you have a good night of sleep.

And after you did, he'd look on the things on his phone. All the posts about you being attacked in Paris and him beating the guy who did it were just too much and he felt sorry that you'd have to see and read all of those stuff as soon as you unblock your phone. A lot of your friends texted him asking what happened and if you were ok. He'd answer the closest ones only, like his mom and Gemma, your mom, Bella and Jeff. He didn't know what you'll decide about the next fashion shows you had to walk, but he also knows that no one would blame you if you just chose to come back home in NYC.

Harry didn't sleep at that night at all, he couldn't stop looking for what happened and why it happened. The next day, it was everywhere in the media and later you'd found out that the guy was a youtuber and he was making a prank when he posted his stupid youtube vlog with "I pranked Harry Styles's girlfriend and he punched me" as a title. You'd sue him for sure. You don't like taking those kind of actions, but it was necessary, he had to understand that you cannot disrespect people like this, specially people you don't know.

After that you'd probably understand why Harry is so protective over you and Harry would actually get ten times more protective, if I had to be honest. But as the time passed by and quarantine came you both would leave it behind and move on with your life because in the end of the day you both will still have one another.

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mitamicah · 3 years

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Spoilers from both Trollhunters the book and Trollhunters the series!

While reading the book I was really impressed with how many differences there were between the character so I have worked on giving my take on six characters from both media, book vs series, and how they differ from each other :3

I should mention that while there was illustrations in the book I tried for the challenge not to copy those but follow along the describtions in the book - when possible - to give my own interpretation of the characters ^v^

Steve

First up we have Steve. Starting out as the stereotypical bully in both version their paths seperates quickly resulting in two different ending for the musuclar blond Jorgensen-Warner is the book version of Steve. Here's how he is described from our first encounter with him: "He was handsome but in the oddest way- He eyes were too small and his nose piggish: he had a ridiculous amount of hair and a couple of teeth that looked like fangs. Yet somehow in combination these features were sort of mesmerising. His unnatural muscular bulk and odd way of speaking -crisply, politely, as if he were a foreign student who had learned English in class - completed the strange package." page 21-22 For his outfit I went with the description of him on page 224 "[my clothes] ... didn't cast me in the best light when compared to Steve Jorgensen-Warner, who looked rather rakish in blue jeans and a shirt - definitely not a blouse - opened to the third button. He dribbled the ball casually with his left hand." The bold passages is added by me This Steve is later revealed to be a changeling aka a troll Before we go on: can any of you explain to me what a "ridiculous amount of hair" even means :'D? I had a lot of trouble with this prompt because isn't this so darn subjective :'D? and the official art look way less ridiculous than I'd figure it'll be :'D x'D Palchuk is the series version of Steve. His facial appearance being way less specific (I'd say he has normal sized eyes, a big roman nose and some more or less normal teeth) and his way of speaking is definitely not polite. Like book Steve, this Steve starts out with pushing smaller guys into lockerrooms yet after that he becomes way less of a terrifying bully and much more of a silly goose who brings a lot of the comic relief in my opinion Douxie says it best in Wizards when he calls Steve the "village idiot" x'D I do not recall seeing Steve being that sporty in the show, he is much more interested in becoming homecoming king no basketballs around x'D While book Steve is revealed to be the enemy (a troll) series Steve joins the "good guys" creating the creepslayerz with the character Eli Pepperjack

Blinky

Blinky is just called Blinky in the book Here's a bit of description of him "The third [troll] had scarlet eyes, eight of them on long stems. (...) The thing from my house glided toward me with a surprising grace for something with an indetermined number of legs, all of which were hidden behind a patched kilt scaled with layers of medals, prizes and trophies and award ribbons. An incalculable tangle of tentacles twined around one another as if dying to squeese something to death. As it passed the oven, the firelight revealed olive-green skin, reptilian texture, and lacquer of slime lubricating its undulating appendages Its moth a horizontal gash.. " The bold passages is added by me So yeah this Blinky is quite something :'D I stopped caring to draw tentacles after a while but overall this was silly but fun to draw since his teeth later is described as big as traffic cones I believe he must be very tall :'D Also he's close to blind Has a bit of a dirty mouth but in a very "read" way if it makes sense :'D cannot seem to stop calling Jim dimwitted and tiny and Tobias big :'D Blinky's full name in the series is Blinkus Galadrigal he has six eyes instead of eight and they are all working just fine, thank you very much x'D His tons of tentacles and legs has been replaced by four arms and two legs and while he is still olive-green he is now made of tone like texture just like the other trolls the kilt turned into shorts and he is quite a bit smaller now not even as tall as Jim He still has this very academic way of speaking yet he is way nicer to Jim calling him "Master Jim" instead of "the short one" x'D

ARRRGH!!!

Book ARRGHHH!!!s full name is Johannah Mmmm ARRRGH!!! and she is a pretty big deal warrior among the trolls in the book - she's so badass in fact Blinky has decided to call her by her last name to honor her for her deeds for trollkind Here's a qoute from the book describing her appearance "The goliath emerged from the tunnel as comfortably as a dog from a doghouse, coarse black fur pouring into the chamber before I could make out any actual arms or legs (...) Even beneath the fur I could see loops of muscles flexing. (...) ARRRGH!!! was built like a gorilla but three times larger: Two arms, two legs, and, thankfully, just two eyes. Horns, curled like those of a ram (...) The thing's orange eyes cast about with animal perceptiveness, and it used its snout and sniffed. Its jaws fell open to reveal a purple, slavering mouth armed with haphazard daggers of teeth." Page 75-76 The bold passages is added by me (Also worth mentioning: the qoute is from before the protagonist knows of ARRRGH!!!'s gender which is why he calls her an 'it') At other times in the story we learn that ARRRGH! has quite scarred arms and really wishes for better tooth hygeine; so much so that Tobias actually end up making her a brace out of chicken wire :'D Idk I find it quite adorable :'D Now unto the serie's ARRRGH!!! - first up he is male, his name is Arghaumont and he is famous for another reason than Johannah: he was a general of Gunmar but retreated from the war making him a traitor to his people yet a hero for the good trolls in the series. Series ARRRGH!!! is likewise built like a gorilla but made of stone and having a mane long and green like it is moss his horns is way smaller and less curvy and his teeth hygeine is never brought up also his face is way less dog like x'D

Tobias

Book Tobias' full name is Tobias M. Dershowitz yet he is going by 'Tubby' or 'Tub'. Here is a describtion of him from the book: "You could call Tobias Dershowitz chubby, if you were being cute, or husky if you were being diplomatic. The fact is he was fat, and that was only the beginning of his problems. His hair was a thick, orange, out-of-control hedge. His face spilled over with the kind of freckles that make kids like Tub look like overgrown toddlers. Worst of all were his braces, marvels of modern torment: whips of stainless steel crisscrossing each tooth seperately and lashed to a dozen silver fasteners. The braces clicked so much when he spoke, you expected sparks. At least he was tall..." page 27 The bold passages is added by me The outfit I went with is described on page 259 like this: "He stood in the driveway decked out in his best approximation of a ninja: black tennis shoes, black sweatpants, a black hoodie, a belt made from a red curtain sash, and an oversize fanny pack holding his gear (...) It was unfortunate that the fanny pack was lime green..." To describe Tub is a bit difficult because sadly he is not much in the story as I'd liked - mostly he is being quite serious and let us know he is not happy by being sidelined not speaking troll nor being invited on hunts which I completely understand tbh :'D What I do find interesting is how Tub and series Jim has seem to have switched roles a little bit: In the series Jim is the one giving a speech about how he is insecure about his place in life and how he wants more - in the book this is Tub in more than one occassion: "We have to accept who we are. And before you ask, I'll tell you. We're nobody. We have no life. We have nothing to look forward to. We're not special. I just want it to go away. All of it. The stupid being scared. Doesn't it seem we've been scared forever?" page 37 "Jim, you're wrong. We were meant to do this. This is exactly what we've been waiting for. They've chosen us. Of all people! Us! (...) Jesus, Jim, take a look at my life! You know what I'm worth! To anyone? Zero! Nothing! I'm a fat loser and will always be a fat loser. Until this. This is like a present. Full of, man, I don't know. Hope?..." page 196 (talking about trollhunting here btw) Oh yeah and book Tobias gets this badass scene where he uses his dentist's tool to kill trolls I loved that Now series Tobias is way different :'D first up his name is Tobias Domzalski and his nicknames are Toby and Tobes. He is way shorter and has more neat hair (what is it with the series neating up the hair :'D? x'D). He also seems way cheerier and pretty happy with his place in life more or less Unlike Tub, Toby is in it from the start being an important player in the story He doesn't have the same drive to be something more than he is as Tub has instead Toby is going with the flow starting out quite afraid of everything troll and ended up being as brave as the rest of the team *tbh Jim's scared out of his wits too so they mimic each other x'D* Where Tub has dentist tools Toby gets a badass hammer so I'll say its an upgrade

Claire

First off we have Claire Fontaine, a foreign student from no other than Scotland with a taste for military clothing and liqourice Here's how she's described in the book "She tucked her long dark hair behind her ear and left ir with an adorable smudge of white dust. I thought she was beautiful, though she wasn't in the classic sense. The popular girl would say she wasn't skinny enough. They would also point to the fact that she didn't wear makeup or do anything to tame that hair. And her clothes -well, what could be said about her clothes? Her boots were not sexy and knee-high: in fact, they were ankle-high and rubber-soled and looked picked from military surplus racks, an array of pea-green coats and multi-coloured slacks, all of which looked as if they'd been through actual World War II combat. And that beret she wore before and after school wasn't of the look-at-me-I'm Frensh variety: it was more in the style of I'm-going-to-invade-your-country-and-be-your-new-dictator. Only one thing didn't make sense: that bright pink, exceedingly girlish backpack that inexplicably hadn't one anti-establidh patch sewn onto it (...) Oh, I forgot to mention that Claire Fontain came from the UK. That's right- the girl had an accent. I think you are starting to get the picture." page 30-1 The bold passages is added by me It is hinted at that Claire is quite tall and a great deal taller than Jim (more when I get to him) and she is actually a whole year older than Jim since they both have birthday May 2 but Claire is 16 while Jim is 15 Since Trollhunters in this story is not a "protected title" (aka the chosen hero type) Claire ends up being one herself even though nobody even herself didn't know: AND. SHE. KICKS. BUTT! She's even better than the guy that had 40+ years experience so yeah safe to say she's badass :'D Even before that she has a hilarious scene calling out Steve in the wildest shitstorm of Scottish slang I lived for it x'D She's described quite a few times with lots of bracelets, sometimes made of wire so I gave her a bit of both She's not really a part of the popular group but has her own thing going on Now onto Claire Nuñez the series' version of this badass Here Claire is hispanic and pretty much one of the most popular girls seen around her style is way more ... I've called it punk rock in purple but Idk exactly what to call it x'D she's shorter than Jim and slimmer looking than her book counterpart She enters the story not as a trollhunter but as a victim of having her brother stolen by changelings and as time progresses she becomes a fastlearning and quite competent sorcerer dealing in shadow magic Unlike Fontaine, Nuñes is seen wearing make up, shorter hair with dye in it and hair clips instead of bracelets

Jim

First up we have book Jim. His full name is James Sturges Jr. and lives with his single parent, his dad, after his mother went away the day before his birthday in start May and never returned. Sturges Sr. had been traumatized loosing his brother to trolls although none of the characters didn't know this yet - only Senior had seen the creatures making him paranoid and in turn making Jim very embarrased about his father. At the same time Jim seems to honestly worry for his father and his behavior too makes Jim very cautious and fearful a character. Book Jim is pretty much a typical teenager for the most part He is seen to be a tad clumsy and not exactly brave really. And the author's choice of basically not describing him anywhere made my job way harder trying to be book accurate :'D So I've mostly inspired him of the official illustrations in the book Here's what I could find about our little trollhunter First off: he's a short fellow that is first mentioned on page 14; "Sunshine is important for growing boys." (...) "I am not growing" I took after my dad when it came to size and was still waiting for that growth spurt everyone kept raving about. "In fact I think I'm shrinking." This is brought up most of everything Jim through the movie from him not being able to reach a point of a chalkboard (page 32) to people's dissapointing sighs taking meassurements when he is chosen as Romeo (107) and him wearing super high heels for the same reason (224) but also Blinky directly calling him a "little fellow" (page 127) On page 27 we learn that he is getting a bruise on his chin after being slammed into his locker by Steve Lockers he has been thrown into enough to have learned to open them on the inside :'D He is a skinny fella which Tobias so politely call "lack of muscletone" due to "glandular" at page 120 He is not very good at anything describing his room full of stuff from hobbies he tried and failed at (page 63) The longest describtion about his appearance is probably page 105: "I lowered my eyes and regarded the chewed, dirty fingernails holding my script, thes scuffed shoes on my feet, and realized that these were the symbols of my pityful life: worn-out, insignificant, ready to be thrown beneath Dad's industrial mower" It pretty much says it all when this is the longest quite I could find :'D For the outfit I mostly went by the small describtion on page 89-90: "I tucked the medallion beneath my shirt. After a full day of wearing it, maybe the rest of the suffocating fear would go away too. My plan was to dart into the kitchen, grab my sweatshirt and be out of the house. " I added jeans since he is said to wear jeans on page 283 - the medallion sneak out beneath the sweatshirt/shirt on page 97 which is why I added it on top here as well Now since there's a bit more to both versions of Jim due to their role as the protagonist I've added in a little extra features here being the medallion in the book vs the amulet in the series and the weaponry given to the characters For Sturges we have the medallion who's described like this: "It was a bronze medallion conntected to a rusty chain. It was engraved with a foreboding crest: a hideous, snarling face; indecipherable markings of a sevage language, and a magnificent long-sword across the bottom." page 9 The medallion is treated like it is a common artefact if a bit rare in the book - its purpose is to translate trollspeak for the wearer. Jim is giving two swords in the book; a rusty longsword he calls Clairesword (do I need to explain this one?) and a cutlass he calls Cat #6 after the one cat at Tobias' house that liked Jim x'D For Sturges' personality my feeling about him is that he is a bit more ... passive than his series counterpart. He is not really standing up for himself that much and would rather blend into the background. This qoute from Claire sums him up pretty nicely I believe "You're a good person, Mr. Sturges. A bit gloomy, but good" page 246 I do like that Jim in this version is a Taurus (I am a taurus too x'D) born on May 2nd so that's a plus It is probably also worth mentioning that in this world trollhunters aren't a chosen hero type like in the series: trollhunters or paladin was once a title held by many warriors yet now there's very few left. Sturges was a proud paladin family making Jim a chosen candidate for the honor of becoming a trollhunter but he is not the only one - or even the best - in the book. In fact out of the three trollhunters we learn about I'll say Jim is the weakest (and he is not even the least trained; ouch :'D) Jim doesn't get a nice armour like his series counterpart either but is seen in the illustrations wearing a blue hoodie (like the one in the little doodle) The full name of Jim in the series is James Lake Jr. He is the child of a single parent and lives with his mother whom Jim "mothers a lot" (Tobias' words in the first episode) This Jim is pretty "tall for his age" (Jim's own words uttered quite a few times across all three series) yet with quite skinny legs (he is called out for this by multiple characters). He is much more competent in life than his book counterpart being an exceptional cook, good at Spanish, seemingly alright in PE and at school he seems to stand pretty good if only holding himself back. Unlike book Jim, series Jim seems much more active and longing to be something more than he is - he is seen to be quite brave and protective of his friends, very kind and selfless. Also even from the start he seems much more nimble than his book counterpart being able to climb the robe (a feat book Jim didn't do before later) and with his training as trollhunter he becomes even more badass Trollhunter status in the series is way more important since the title is given to only one chosen warrior of Merlin chosen by the amulet of daylight (the medallion in the book). This also makes the amulet way more special and important in the series which probably explains its shine up from rusty bronze thing to silver and blue. While Lake Jr doesn't have named sword he does have a magical armour and sword made of daylight We do not know the exact birthday of Lake Jr but the creators have replied to a fanquestion saying it would be around fall especially October so by that estimate Jim is probably a scorpio pretty far from the before mentioned taurus in the book While Jim Lake Jr isn't seen with long lasting bruises in the original series he does get two more permanent scars in Wizards

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Suicidal Misunderstanding VII

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Part I - - - Part II - - - Part III - - - Part IV - - - Part V - - - Part VI

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It wasn’t until Anakin was staring at the hot sauce bottles and solitary mysterious green takeout container that he remembered they were at war, and therefore no longer in the habit of restocking the apartment’s cold stasis.

“Obi-Wan, there’s nothing to eat!”

"I know!” came the call back. “I’m trying to meditate!”

Anakin closed the stasis door and walked back out to the common room. Obi-Wan sat crosslegged on the window sill.

“Do or do not, there is no try,” the knight quipped.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes to look fondly at the man standing before him. Maybe tomorrow, when he woke alone in a dusty desert hovel, he would regret letting himself play pretend for so long. Maybe this whole day would fade from his memory like a dream.

But right now, he felt... peaceful. He wouldn’t claim to be satisfied by the explanations he imagined for Anakin, but it would have been far more disturbing if he somehow came up with an actually sympathetic justification for genocide. He got to say and hear a number of goodbyes. He even got to cry over Anakin with the comfort of his presence.

Now he had to let go, to be there for Luke. (And he could always get more spice...)

“I guess if you need to meditate, I can go pick us up food from the Temple Tapcaf.” Anakin offered.

“Thank you, Anakin. Today...helped. More than I can explain.” Obi-Wan said softly.

“I- I don’t really deserve that. Considering it was all my fault.” Anakin bowed his head, helpless for words, but uncomfortable with being praised.

“Not every terrible thing that has happened is your fault. You made a series of terrible choices, yes. But there were, there are, other dark forces at work and not a single Jedi in the order was able to stop them. At least for a short time today I was able to set that aside, so for what it’s worth, thank you.”

“Kriff.” Anakin said shocked. “Of course there’s more. Ok. That’s all right, we-” he was cut off by a growl from Obi-Wan’s stomach.

A snort of laughter escaped before Anakin smacked a hand over his mouth. “Alright, I’m going to the Tapcaf, you just...meditate until I get back.”

Obi-Wan swallowed and nodded, “I love you so much.”

“Force Obi-Wan, you’re going to make me start crying again.” He pulled him into a bear hug. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m not gone, ok? Just...meditate. And drink some water.”

"Hmm, I don’t know. Some of my best choices recently have been stupid,” Obi-Wan laughed. The words were light, but Anakin felt a prickle of unease, a hint of danger. There was no clear cause, and Obi-Wan seemed relaxed but...

Anakin gripped his Master’s shoulders, staring him dead in the eye. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “I promise.” He pulled Anakin down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodbye, Anakin.”

"I’ll be back in 20 minutes.” He paused, then mumbled, “i love you too” before speeding out the door.

Obi-Wan settled back into meditation, reaching inwards. Everything but his body and the light within faded. He magnified his hunger, his thirst, visualizing the pack of dried jerky in his hut, the precious jars of water in the basement. He could almost feel the heat that never quite abandoned Tatooine, even during the short nights. He opened his eyes

and saw the temple apartment.

He shut them again quickly. He was sure he could snap himself out of this. He sank deeper inward, careful to leave his shields perfectly intact. With the galaxy as dim as it was, a real show of force had the potential to grab attention across star systems. Force purging toxins, fortunately, was more a matter of internal concentration than outward power. It was one of the first skills Obi-Wan had truly mastered as a Jedi, thanks to numerous kidnappings at the start of his apprenticeship and hard drinking towards the end.

It was uncomfortable to be that keenly aware of one’s kidneys, but Obi-Wan managed. It was less intense than a healing trance, anyway. His heart rate increased as various metabolic processes sped up- and almost immediately slowed down. Huh. The drug must of almost run its natural course, and now he

still in the temple.

Kark. Shit.

‘Breathe’ he thought. Stress was only going to increase his chances of a stroke. Alright, so meditation wasn’t working. Maybe he could try for longer, but part of him was nervous that if ‘Anakin’ returned he’d lose the willpower, and so far the passage of time had been extremely linear. He was too invested in the fantasy at this point for anything easy.

Remember your training. Your eyes can deceive you, do not trust them.

Padawans were taught three main methodologies to move beyond mindtricks, hallucinations, visions, and the like. Looking In, Reaching Out, and Breaking Out.

Looking in wasn’t working. That left the other two options. In the past, when his senses were lying to him he could always trust in the force, but now...it was just too much risk. Reaching out like that, with his whole self, meant the chance of finding someone.

That left breaking out. Obi-Wan jumped up, staring intensely at the details in the molding, the stains on the carpet, at everything. At no point today had he spotted objects fading to grey in the corner his vision, or ripple as memories from different time frames overlapped, but surely there must be some weak point.

Nothing.

Shit, he really had stayed too long. Alright then, time for more uncivilized measures.

He walked to the kitchen and pulled their butcher’s vibroblade from its block, holding it to his neck, then hesitated.

This had to be done, but it didn’t make it any less unsettling. It was his own fault for lingering in the delusion so long; all the more palatable paths to escape had closed off, and after all he had been through he refused to die from a drug overdose. Gods, it might take years for someone to find the body.

He steeled himself, bringing the blade back up decisively only to drop it with a clatter. Pressing a hand to his throat, he was unnerved but not entirely surprised to find a stinging line of pain. His hand came away wet with blood. He instinctively pressed both hands to the cut, pulse rapid and heavy and slippery beneath his palms.

It’s just a hallucination. It’s just an extremely vivid hallucination.

A thought occurred to Obi-Wan then, and he felt something in the pit of his stomach drop in horror.

What if...what if the blade was real. What if he was actually moving around his home right now, hazily sleepwalking in a pantomime of the peaceful stroll and tender embraces he was imagining. It would explain the immediate relief from the water this morning...hadn’t he found his way to food and water even dazed from sleep-debt and blood-loss during the war?

He had a vibroblade in the desert too...

His pulse pounded harder beneath his hands. The cut wasn’t even that deep, but for the first time Obi-Wan felt the true existential horror of his current trap well up. If he didn’t know where the walls were...how could he escape.

He took a deep breath, acknowledging and letting go of his panic.

He had the force. He would just have to be delicate in his application. He picked up the bloodied tool from the floor but decided to simply to clip it to his belt for now. A force-null object would be harder to distinguish at first touch.

Obi-Wan walked to his temple bedroom and opened the barest crack in his shields, just enough to reach out, get a sense of existing currents in the force. He stirred at one until a small vortex of light formed. To anyone looking, it would appear a naturally occurring, low-powered whirlpool, common enough on Tattoine. Any gentle moves he made in the minutes before it fell apart would hopefully be obscured by its wake.

He hesitantly laid a hand on the lightsaber on his bedside table, lowering his shields a little further. His heart sunk when he realized that his memory had even recreated the perception of force-imbued temple walls in the periphery. The Kyber in his saber reverberated with a familiar song. He jerked his hand away. That felt too much like his real lightsaber. He couldn’t risk it.

Before Obi-Wan truly began to panic again, he realized something missing. Anakin’s- Darth Vader’s saber. Since picking it up on Mustafar, the crystal in it had screamed at him, halfway to corruption. When he touched the blade he could almost feel... feel what horrors it had been bent to commit.

Most of the time he left it buried under a rock pile in his basement, too afraid to work on healing it.

He couldn’t hear it now- but he could feel the memory of what it used to be.

It sat innocently on his Anakin’s bedside table. There was a tinge of darkness to it of course- this saber had only ever known war. But when he rested a hand on the blade it was clear this belonged to the memory he had walked with today, not the tyranny of reality.

Grasping it firmly, he marched back to the windowsill and settled, intent on his choice. Sunsets here couldn’t compare to tattooine- they were just too different. The binary play transformed the infinite horizon. It was something on Tatooine he unabashedly marveled at.

Courasant, on the other hand, transformed the sun into a reflection of itself. Untold millions of transparisteel buildings refracted the star painfully at some points while casting shadows on the rest. The filter of light through constant smog resulted in strange shades of neon green and blood red. It was beautiful, but uncomfortable to look at too long.

He closed his eyes and pressed the saber to his chest.

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Anakin was impatiently waiting in the hot service line when the urge to return to his apartment insistently welled up again. He pushed it back of course- Obi-Wan needed food and Anakin couldn’t keep putting his own selfish impulses in front of his Master’s wellbeing.

He held out for a few seconds, but the itch was getting stronger, sharper. He looked down at the tray- it already had most of Obi-Wan’s cold favorites, but he really wanted to get him his favorite soup if the line would just move a little faster. He jolted when, for the first time that day, Obi-Wan’s shielding thinned the slightest amount. Not enough to get anything clear, but the fact that there was movement at all...

He left the line; they could always come back together if Obi-Wan wanted. Hells, maybe they’d do a late night visit to Dex’s for some real comfort food. Anakin still couldn’t get a sense of what Obi-Wan was up to through their muffled bond. He felt a buzz in his ears, not unlike the moment before an enemy blow.

He picked up speed, tea sloshing in its thermoflask. An elder looked at him annoyed as darted around him.

He started speed walking in earnest as the feeling got more intense. A sandwich fell to the wayside.

Speed walking quickly switched to jogging, then running; there was a shout of complaint as he ditched the whole tray carelessly behind.

He took the last few hallways at a full-out force-assisted sprint, the Force itself screaming at him to move. A small part of his mind thought we’re safe inside the temple Obi-Wan promised not to do anything stupid i’m going to get such shit for freaking out over nothing.

He sensed nothing from Obi-Wan over the bond; not a hint of fear or anger or surprise. He blurred around the last corner, feeling like he might throw up with his increasing, unexplained panic.

Not caringabout anything butgettingto Obi-Wan beforeitstoolate he smashed down the door at the same moment Obi-Wan, sitting peacefully by the window, turned on the lightsaber pointing directly at his heart.

Time seemed to slow. Splinters of the door frame hung in the air as Anakin desperately pulled the lightsaber away from Obi-Wan in the half-second between activation and ignition.

He wasn’t quite fast enough.

Blue plasma pierced Obi-Wan’s chest as time caught up. Pieces of the wall shattered like shrapnel as he turned, shocked to see Anakin. The saber flew away in a straight arrow.

Anakin threw himself to Obi Wan’s side, wildly trying to draw heat away from the searing hole before it could vaporize the surrounding flesh. He couldn’t tell what the saber had pierced, or how far it had gone in considering its last second movement.

One hand trained on a hundred battle fields robotically reached for his comm-unit to call for emergency medical assistance. His mind however, had largely been left behind a few minutes ago, when he was trying to pick what Obi-Wan would want to eat for dinner.

What came out his mouth was more incoherent shrieking than anything else, but he had at least called the correct line for temple aid.

He threw down the comm, focus intent on controlling the smoldering burn. The air around them seemed to boil and Obi-Wan started struggling to get away. Anakin bodily held him down, finally finding words,

“What the FUCK, OBI-WAN! YOU LITERALLY JUST PROMISED NOT TO DO ANYTHING STUPID! YOU PROMISED!”

“that’s why- hkk I have to” Obi-Wan rasped.

“Karking Fuck.YOU- STOP MOVING!”

Anakin felt a twinge of danger come from the side but was too focused to do anything but shift his body as shield. A sharp pain pierced his gut but he ignored it.

The air crackled with heat and power as the wound beneath him cooled. A faint trickle of dark blood oozed out, probably burns breaking from recent movement, considering the instant cauterization. He couldn’t see any light coming through, which meant he had moved the saber at least a quarter klick before it activated, Anakin thought semi hysterically.

Finally, someone showed up to investigate the disturbance. In truth, probably less than a minute had passed since Anakin entered the room, but he really didn’t care.

“HELP ME!” Anakin shouted.

“What happened?” Mace Windu asked grimly, falling to the ground next to them. Not waiting for an answer, he set his lit saber aside and placed his hand to Obi-Wan’s forehead, stilling the violent thrashing.

Anakin opened his mouth but he just didn’t have the words. He didn’t know.

“General Skywalker, report.” Mace Windu commanded sharply.

“I left him alone to get dinner for us. I ran back and when I broke open the door he was holding the lightsaber to his chest. I tried...to pull it away. It pierced him, and I’ve been trying to manage the initial burn risk. I called for medi but I don’t know their eta.”

“They’re behind me. How did you get stabbed?” the Master demanded.

“How did I what?” Anakin looked down to see a vibroblade sticking out from his left side. Right, the pain from before. Obi-Wan suddenly mustered up the energy to wake up despite his state and Windu’s compulsion. He looked around wildly before yanking the knife from Anakin’s side.

Anakin gasped, but managed to still his brother’s hand using the force before he could finish bringing it up to his neck, which Anakin just noticed was bloody.

“STOP TRYING TO DIE!” Anakin screeched.

“...I’m...not....I’m....trying.....to...”

But before Obi-Wan could finish the sentence, the healers finally arrived, pushing Windu aside to grab hold of Anakin and Obi-Wan. He could feel a buzz of energy go through him, stopping at the growing damp patch at his side. He tried to push the man away but the heat in the room was starting to make him dizzy

“I’m fine! Focus on Obi-Wan.”

Mace placed a hand on his shoulder, and in the gentlest voice he had ever heard from the man, said, “You’ve been stabbed Anakin. Let the healers help both of you- you’ve done well looking out for him.”

Obi-Wan, still occasional thrashing was being loaded onto a hoverstrech for transport. A second stretcher waited next to it.

“Master Windu! He’s fighting us,” Master Che called sharply. “Can you tell us what happened?”

“Master Kenobi tried to kill himself,” Windu replied flatly. “His wounds are self inflicted and he’s violently fighting assistance”

There was a beat as that information was processed. Knight Bant, who must have arrived at some point, said in slightly less flat voice, “He displayed erratic behavior earlier today, and I ruled out drug interactions.”

“Thank you, Knight Bant.” Master Che plunged a syringe of some kind into Obi-Wans thigh. He finally stopped attempting to fight, falling down onto the board. “Red team, with me. Orange, you have Skywalker,” She instructed sharply.

Anakin numbly watched most of the healers leave with Obi-Wan through a hole in the wall. He slowly started to stand and somehow ended up guided into a seat on the hoverboard. Looking down, he was surprised to see his tunic cut away in favor of a large bacta patch.

“Hey,” he protested. “Who stabbed me?”

“We can discuss that after you have surgery,” A Human healer replied. Master Covamos, he thought.

“This is my fault” Anakin said, suddenly urgent. “I shouldn’t have left him. He told me goodbye, he was saying goodbye all day, I should have...”

“You saved his life,” Windu interrupted. “You got to him just in time, don’t waste your energy on should-haves. Now sleep.”

Anakin wanted to argue more, but instead found himself laying down, vision blurring. His face felt damp, had he been stabbed more than once? Windu said a few more words he couldn’t quite make out. There was a brief stinging sensation, then everything faded away.

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Part VIII

#star wars #potentially triggering #self harm #attempted suicide #blood #graphic depictions of injury #violence #character is not actually suicidal but is severely divorced from reality due to space wizard plot device #suicidal misunderstanding au #my au #star wars au no 27 #angst #obi wan kenobi needs a hug #KRIFF this was intense to write #i need a hug #jeez #story was supposed to go emotional catharsis Healing TRAUMA healing Emotional Catharsis but i may have played myself with the middle bit #hope you enjoy :)#or at least suffer with me

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Dear future health professionals and stem professors,

We need a revolution of thought. Only through a renaissance of pure and genuine passion towards medicine and other sciences will we have competent doctors, nurses, other healthcare workers, and teachers. We live in a world where people pursue noble professions for the sake of social and economic advancement. However, we lack individuals who love the process of learning and their career.

I recollect quite a marvelous excerpt written by one of the world’s greatest scientific minds, Albert Einstein. In his book, The World As I see It he writes:

ACADEMIC CHAIRS ARE MANY, but wise and noble teachers are few; lecture rooms are numerous and large, but the number of young people who genuinely thirst for truth and justice is small. Nature scatters her common wares with a lavish hand, but the choice sort she produces but seldom.

We all know that, so why complain? Was it not ever thus and will it not ever thus remain? Certainly, and one must take what nature gives as one finds it. But there is also such a thing as a spirit of the times, an attitude of mind characteristic of a particular generation, which is passed on from individual to individual and gives a society its particular tone. Each of us has to do his little bit towards transforming this spirit of the times.

Compare the spirit which animated the youth in our universities a hundred years ago with that prevailing today. They had faith in the amelioration of human society, respect for every honest opinion, the tolerance for which our classics had lived and fought.

I believe that one of the faults lies within education institutions. Educators rely on testing, textbooks, and detached memorized lectures. Lectures lack passion and another essential factor: the real practice. The theory is important but the practice is necessary to understand the theory. But without passion, nobody will learn to love the material being taught. Ibn Sina is known for being one of the greatest physicians and teachers of Islamic medicine. I am not completely sure whether what I am about to mention is true. But I read that when he lectured theory to the medical students at the Madrassa (University) he would show them how it worked. Besides medical history and theory. He also taught physics, astronomy, philosophy, and mathematics. However, he is also famed for being an excellent teacher duly because he would take his students to test out the theories and practice what they have been taught. If they were learning medical theory, they were taken to the hospital to observe patients and their cases. If they were learning astronomy, they would all gather in the evening to look up at the heavens to look at the constellations. Lastly, his passion for his vocation was the final touch. Educators without the drive cannot teach. Learning is about understanding oneself, others, and the world. Learning evolves our minds and our spirits by making us get in harmony with the universe. I believe this ties in with Aristotle’s famous saying, “The unexamined life is not worth living”. Though my interpretation may be a wee bit off, I translate it as thus; we can gather all textbook knowledge as possible but if we do not put into practice the knowledge learned, what is the point? I yearn and I pine to experience all that I have learned. I want to see why the theory makes sense in reality. I want to conduct experiments. So much potential is being wasted. Biology is the study of life. However, when I took the course, it was so cold to a point that it did not even feel like I was studying the human body but something alien instead. There is also such a rush to memorize material within a couple of weeks because of exams that the material ceases to be interesting and becomes more of an arduous chore instead. Our sense of time-shifted completely after the industrial revolution. Perhaps this is a reason why we feel the need to rush through everything and not take our time to study profoundly.

We need another Scientific Revolution, curious minds thirsting for the acquisition of knowledge and unanswered questions. However, I believe that the leading force behind this is a necessity. I would like to mention an example to illustrate what I mean from a novel I read a while ago called, The Physician by Noah Gordon. A boy from Medieval Europe lost his mother from an unknown disease leaving him orphaned. He then grew up with the necessity to learn what the disease was and how to prevent other similar deaths, so that others do not suffer what he has suffered. He then worked with Barbers (people who performed medical procedures in Medieval Europe). But the medical knowledge these professionals had was not enough to answer his question. Thus, he traveled to Persia where there was a quite renowned and exclusive medical school. He did not have the economic means or previous schooling to attend but he impressed the headmaster with his passion and knowledge. Thus, the headmaster admitted him into the Madrassa. The European boy then invested all his time doing research, dissections and treating patients until he finally found out what ailment caused his mother’s death, side sickness (appendicitis). He figured out a way to treat this illness, removal of the appendix. From his initial necessity which was the driving force for him to pursue a medical career, he became a famous physician and felt that all his suffering and odyssey were worthwhile. The sense of necessity leads to the feeling of passion. It was his love for his mother that made him follow such a journey full of obstacles. I am beginning to apply that to my own life. I want to figure out my necessity which will be the driving force to power through university and medical school without ever feeling burnt out. I want to feel fulfilled. I believe this is what all pre-medical students and teachers should think about. What is your necessity? We are going to be dealing with human life, someone’s mother, father, friend, sister, uncle, lover, husband, or child...It is not something to be taken lightly. I know so many doctors lacking empathy because they went into the medical field with just the intention of being acknowledged as “Doctors” and getting rich. But I feel that even the most apathetic healthcare workers can become great empathetic professionals the moment they realize that something was triggered deep inside them, perhaps a loved one having an unknown disease. This would lead the apathetic doctor to do mass amounts of research to try to find a cure. This feeling becomes a necessity. A necessity to not lose the loved one. A necessity to save lives. Thus, finding passion, purpose, and becoming a better person. Though each person is different, we all share a selfish feeling. Most of the time we do not truly care about other peoples’ suffering until it happens to us. Once we are affected by something, we drive all our time and attention to find a solution or a way to deal with a problem. We become consumed and completely obsessed by it. I regard this as passion. I do not think passion subsides, it lingers on inside us. It is a fire that never burns out. I remember my high school teacher writing in my yearbook:

Remember a few things, BE PATIENT. You are eager and you will accomplish so much. But take your time, you are always rushing. Life is a journey, it is not about the destination. Be picky. You love everything with enthusiasm but enthusiasm can burn out. Find a fire inside yourself that burns for a long time.

-V

We cannot rush our personal legend. I believe it comes to us. It is Maktub (it’s written). But we also have to do something. Imagine you are on a stranded island but you have a machete, a fishing rod, coconuts, a cave for shelter, wood for a fire, an ocean full of fish. Everything required for survival is there, but you simply have to cut open the coconut with the machete, go fishing for food, fire to cook, and warmth. The fish isn’t going to swim right into your hands and the fire will not light itself. We must use our resources and do our bit. The Universe has a lot going on, we must help out a bit.

If you ever think about quitting, try to remember what made you start your odyssey in the first place. I do not know what my necessity is yet but that is okay. I believe it will come to me eventually. So for now, I simply love to romanticize academia. I like to imagine the: earthy tones of the universities archways, cobblestone paths, laboratories with clean Erlenmeyer flasks, beakers, pristine white lab coats, bunsen burner flames changing colors as different salts are added, Bromothymol Blue pen stains, elegant calculations inside a worn leather-bound notebook, formulas scrawled over the blackboard, forgotten cold Irish breakfast tea on the desk, academics discussing theories, applause from a successful experiment, gray rainy days spent inside the lab, Whitman, Hemingway, et Sir Arthur Conon Doyle being read during break, intellectual conversations with professors, chemistry reports being written, molecular models built, volumes of ancient words, fire slowly burning in the stone fireplace, trying to understand, looking at the constellations on a clear night in the astronomy tower, reciting poetry, Tchaikovsky playing whilst completing a long lab report on Lê Chatelier’s theory of Equilibrium, curious minds, sleepless evenings in the library, beautiful anatomical illustrations...Just imagining these things motivate and inspire me to continue my path. Though it may seem superficial, it awakens something inside me. I yearn and I pine to become a Chemistry Romantic.

I want to conclude this letter by saying that pupils and educators keep ideals alive and can change them accordingly as well. We have the power to become excellent professionals or simply exist and do nothing for the human race. But if you plan on becoming a physician or educator, you must find the trigger which brings your passion to life, your necessity. Once you find that, you are guaranteed greatness and fulfillment. However, do not rush. Perfection takes time. A couple of obstacles should not hinder you from persevering. Many will tell you to give up but do not. That is the Universe testing you. Do your best until you master the topic. Once you know better, you are then able to do better.

Regards,

Confessions from a Chemistry Academic

#stem dark academia #dark academia #academia #stem #philosophy #academic universitylife #unilife #chemistry #medicine

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euphoricdumpsterfire · 3 years

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It Was Enchanting To Meet You (Edmund Pevensie x Mutant!FemReader)

Chapter V: The Lake

Summary: Edmund and Y/N are on the way to look for a mysterious cottage. They stopped by a lake where they meet some mermaids. Jealous of Y/N’s presence, they orchestrated a plan that brings one of Y/N’s nightmares to life.

Masterlist

Word count: 1397

Warnings: being underwater and nearly drowning, minor injuries, (let me know if there's anything else I missed!)

A/N: There’s going to be a scene that’s heavily inspired by Tangled and a surprise cameo from a certain marvel witch! (Also I know this was supposed to be uploaded yesterday but I had so many things to do I didn't have the time but here it is!)

"So where exactly are we going?" Y/N asked as she struggled to walk through tall shrubs in the forest,

"I dunno, Susan mentioned this cottage that magically showed up apparently. The Beavers were the ones who actually saw it, they were frolicking in the woods, saw the cottage and felt something was off because they've never seen it before. Mrs. Beaver said there was a sound of an explosion and purple smoke came out of the chimney." Edmund answered,

"Do you think it's..." Y/N said in a quiet voice, "Her?" implying that it may have been the white witch.

"We won't know until we find out." He answered and they continued to walk through the woods. They had been walking for hours and eventually felt tired. Y/N saw a lake not too far from where they stood and had suggested to take a break and get some water. Once they got to the lake, they sat on the ground to fill up their containers with water. The lake's water was the clearest of blue and it sparkled with the sun's reflection.

"This is actually good, I've never really gone to the great outdoors since forever." Y/N said as she looked up at the sky,

"You've never gone to a lake?" Edmund chuckled in disbelief,

"Only once and it was for a school field trip. After that, I've only just been in the city, and eventually stuck in my professor's mansion." she answered.

Edmund stood up and reached out his hand towards Y/N, "Get up." he said,

"Why?"

"Just get up and come with me." He said. Y/N grabbed his hand and got up, he led him to where the ground and water met. "Now, close your eyes." he said and Y/N shut her eyes closed, nervous with what's about to happen. Suddenly she felt a splash of water hit her face, making her jump in shock.

"Ed!" Y/N yelled and splashed water towards him for revenge. They continued to play in the water until they were soaking wet, they were laughing and having fun until they heard a voice.

"Hello there." A young woman with strawberry blonde hair and rose colored eyes emerged from the waters startling both Edmund and Y/N.

"Whoa... Are you a mermaid?!" Y/N exclaimed,

"As a matter of fact, I am." The mermaid answered as she lifted up her tail that matched the color of her eyes, and a bunch of other mermaids started to emerge as well. The mermaid took a look at Edmund and swam closer to the edge, "You must be King Edmund the just. What brings you here?" she said while batting her eyelashes,

"We're in search of this cottage that apparently showed up in the middle of the woods, perhaps you've seen someone who happens to be the owner of the cottage?" Edmund asked,

"I've never seen such a thing..." the mermaid answered, her eyes moved towards Y/N her expression turning cold, "And who are you?" she asked in a very rude manner which confused Y/N.

"I'm Y/N Y/LN." she answered

"I'm assuming that you're the king's servant?" the mermaid shot back,

"She's not a servant," Edmund answered, "She's actually an important guest that came from a far away land." Suddenly the mermaid's rude expression eerily changed into a charming smile and pointed to her right,

"You must come, your highness, my sister is about to play a very special song with her flute." She said and the music can be heard very clearly despite the source of the sound being very far from where they were. Without hesitation, Edmund followed the sound and when Y/N was about to follow him, other mermaids grabbed onto her leg. She screamed in agony as one of the mermaid's nails pierced through the skin of her leg, thus crimson red blood trailed down to her feet.

"Edmund! Ed!" Y/N yelled, Edmund turned around but the mermaids had already dragged her into the deepest part of the lake. She kept her eyes open, she kept resisting and tried to get back to the surface. It was then she realized she felt a sense of deja vu. This was exactly how one of her nightmares turned out and it immediately ensued more panic.

Edmund jumped into the lake chasing after Y/N who, by luck, got away from the hands of the mermaids. However, one of them aimed a trident towards Y/N. She saw the mermaid throw the trident and her hands glowed dark navy blue and she extended her arms out, directed toward where the mermaids were and a beam of light hit them, pushing them to the bottom of the lake.

With the trident still moving swiftly towards Y/N's direction, she quickly moved away. However, Edmund was in the midst of swimming to Y/N when the pointy ends of the trident cut his hand. Y/N saw this and swam to his direction, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders while her arm encircled on his back as they swam to the surface.

They both sat on the ground, panting and still trying to process what had just happened. “Are you alright?” Y/N asked Edmund as she looked at his bleeding hand.

“I should be asking you that question.” Edmund replied,

“I’m all good. It’s just that, I didn’t expect that one of my nightmares are caused by jealous mermaids.” Y/N said making Edmund chuckle.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have followed the mermaids.” Edmund says solemnly,

“You really shouldn’t blame yourself, though I think it's a good idea to put a huge sign that says "Warning: Dangerous Mermaids" just for safety .” Y/N replied and Edmund laughed.

She looked over at his hand once again and said, “May I?” Edmund hesitantly moved his hand towards her to which she held. Deep blue light radiated from her hands as the wound healed itself.

“There, you're all healed up!” Y/N smiled while still holding his hand,

“Thank you.” Edmund said as he smiled.

Their faces were just inches away, both looked into each other's eyes and their stomachs filled with butterflies. But their attention gets pulled away as they hear a faint voice of a woman humming a lullaby. The lullaby that Y/N had been humming the other night. “Do you hear that?” Edmund asked,

“Yeah, and I’ve been hearing that voice since the other night.” Y/N stood up and tried to figure out which direction the voice was coming from. “I think it’s coming from the west, it might be from the cottage.”

Edmund got up and said “Let’s go.”

As they continued to head west with Y/N in the lead, the humming became louder and clearer. "I see it!" Y/N exclaimed and they both ran towards a small cottage with purple smoke coming out of its chimney, exactly how the Beavers described it. They stood outside the door, Edmund moving forward and instinctively stood in front of Y/N to shield her. He knocked on the door and it immediately swung open, startling the two. A woman with dark wavy hair, wearing the darkest blue dress with a purple shawl, and a small brooch placed on her chest stood right in front of them while cradling a rabbit in her arms.

"Hiya kids!" She said in the most comical way reminding Y/N of how the women in sitcoms would talk. Edmund and Y/N stood frozen, confused almost, and never said a word. "Well don't keep me waiting! Get in here!" The woman motioned with her arm to let the two inside but there was no movement. "Oh of course where are my manners!" The woman cackled and cleared her throat, "The name's Agatha Harkness, lovely to finally meet you guys." She smiled as she petted her rabbit, her eyes darted at Y/N making Edmund stretch out his arm to shield her.

"You finally found me." Agatha said directly to Y/N, "I've been trying to communicate with you for the past few days, my throat's been sore from all the humming!" She chuckled.

"How did you know that lullaby?" Y/N asked,

"Why dear, I was the one who sang it to you when you were little!" She said confidently.

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thebabysittertm · 9 months

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“I know that’s what happened, I’m just saying that power outages were all that happened afterwards. No bodies being found, no one going missing, no National Guard redirection or suspicious bank transfers from a branch of the government to anyone in Hawkins. It could have been a blip, or a mini-time loop, or one of your friends trying to reach out to their family the way that your friend Will did before everyone got snatched.” She shrugged. Taxes were always the way to find out where someone was or what they were doing — the reason for the paycheque might be fudged, but it would still be issued. Catching Capone on taxes had made a lot of organizations change the way they paid their people off the books.

No one liked going through accounts more than Congress and the IRS.

“Okay.” Maria eyed Steve thoughtfully but didn’t say anything else. She could assume the thought process behind his refusal — what if the people he knew were dead? What if they weren’t? Forty years was a long time to be gone. It was a lifetime, and everyone would have to deal with that. Maria could understand why Steve didn’t want to deal with it just yet, if ever. For some of them, if they were still alive, it might be kinder to let them think that Steve had, in fact, died when he disappeared in the eighties.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, road trips are kind of my jam.” Trying to get a SHIELD jet for that without explaining why she needed it wasn’t worth the effort, honestly, and commercial flights were — well, terrible. “Indiana Pacers still haven’t won an NBA Championship, but hope springs eternal. Trust me, I’m a Cubs fan.”

ㅤHis jaw may have snapped shut, but it was a lot harder to close off his entire expression as she explained all of the things that hadn't happened along with the power outages, and given the possible causes for it. He squinted a little, distrustful but watching her closely like he expected a lie to suddenly appear, bold as day, or like something she said would just make everything make sense in on neat little moment. Obviously neither of those things were going to happen, or did, because that wasn't how the world worked and just because Steve had some trust issues with agencies didn't mean it was all just going to fall into his lap like that.

ㅤMaybe there wasn't actually anything funky going on there, anyway. Maybe SHIELD wasn't lying and neither was Maria. It was possible, and given how they'd been set up with the apartment building and identities and all, SHIELD was looking okay. SHIELD, and Maria Hill once she'd arrived on scene, had 'saved his life' from his first death back in the real world (which had really only been a short reprieve before the first of the monsters came), and though that initial few weeks had been terrifying and confusing in its own ways, the agency had been absolutely invaluable in giving them lives back. He just wished he could stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.

ㅤThe problem with no new strangeness in Hawkins was that he and his friends were the only remaining link to the scary shit, and Steve still had a very strong link to the whole thing. Robin had flat out asked him if they were trying to talk him into being some kind of guinea pig or do anything weird, and he'd obviously said no, but once the thought was in his head, it was hard to get rid of it.

ㅤ"Okay, if you say that's all that happened, I guess. I just don't get why it'd be a constant thing for a few years and then just stop," he told her, clearly annoyed, but he knew as well as everyone else that he wasn't the scientist or the genius in the group. He missed the kids, which made him close his eyes and rub at his face, thoughts of them in their, what, 50s? "Yeah, I don't think I could really deal with seeing kids I drove to their first school dance in their 50s. That's older than my parents were."

@knowseverythingaboutyou continued from here.

#knowseverythingaboutyou #you must bring it into the light ✇ [v. marvel]#i lied i thought the other one was beta so if you get a double notif it's this #so we're continuing it off of legacy

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starsinshadows · 2 years

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@firelightfables has Eddie standing in for Robin...

"how many fingers am i holding up?" (to steve from eddie)

“....Robin?” he slurred, because granted, it was usually her coming out to scrape him off of the pavement somewhere, and if he’d made any other mumbling attempts before that (he had), he wasn’t aware or coherent about them. Eddie must have seen the thing ash away back to the hell they came from if he was there now, but Steve...was going to need a minute. Right then, he wasn’t sure where he was, who was with him, or what was going on, but he hurt and it was only slowly fading back into memory as he came back to himself. “Fingers?”

#firelightfables #⭐steve harrington || you must bring it into the light [v. marvel/comic]#⭐ steve harrington; interactions

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marigold-doms · 3 years

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mystic destiny || choi san ||

[ ep. 2 ] >> [ ep. 3 ] >> [ ep. 4 ]

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Written by: MIKA🌻

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: just cocky Yeosang

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|| Ep. 3 || Doll

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Sadly, you find yourself being honest. Slowly shaking your tired head. “You can’t be my boyfriend, San.”

“Why?” His voice was softer than a whisper.

Your eyes close and you can’t open them any longer. “I have no choice but to be with someone I don’t know.”

“Be with me.” He innocently offers. “You know me.”

You manage a weak smile with your eyes closed. “If only it were that simple.”

Before you hear anything else, you slip from consciousness. Falling fast asleep for almost the whole day.

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The warmth of the sun’s beams welcome you from your slumber as they seep in through your blinds. It’s hard to tell how long you’ve slept, since your body aches to cuddle deeper into the comforter. From the position you were laying in, it was so tempting to close your eyes and rest for longer. After all, sleep sort of became your new best friend over the past few months.

Slowly but surely, you begin to recall the day before, taking your time to fully wake yourself up. Remembering everything takes a while but when you do, you shoot up and scan your room. On your bed you see two pearls. One large marble sized pearl and a tiny miniature version.

You pick up the two pearls and drop them into a mason jar of some coins and missing earring sets.

“San?”

There’s a moment of silence before you hear heavy feet slapping the floor. “(Y/n),” You liked hearing how he said your name. “Sleepy one said that you need to eat. It’s almost sunset.”

You nod. Not sure if he’s been awake long. “Did you sleep okay?”

He pulls you by your sweatshirt. “Brush your teeth. Humans have to brush their teeth. Especially you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, glancing into the hallway. Knowing that the last part was Mace’s manipulation.

You start brushing your teeth, still a little groggy. “Did you brush your teeth?”

San nods, proudly. “Yes. I brushed my teeth.”

You pause, wrist stopping as well. You try not to swallow toothpaste when you ask. “With what?”

“You’re holding it.”

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Macy’s on the phone with her boyfriend when you come out to eat after yelling at San for using your toothbrush.

“Okay, Woo.” Macy sets down her plate, making sure to flash you a smile when she sees your tired face. “Bye.”

“Good morning.” You wave, gingerly.

“It’s almost dinner time…” Macy mutes herself to speak to you.

“Oh. Guess, I was tired.”

The call ends and she pulls up a chair. “Sit. We have to talk before I go on my date.”

You hated when she used this tone of voice with you. “Am I in trouble?”

San has settled in his seat and he starts bringing food up to his lips. Curiously chewing and smiling when the flavor suits his taste.

“No, but I feel like house rules are a must…”

You remember what you told Macy last night. Of course, it wasn't the full truth. You told her you had a near death experience— and that San saved you.

“I’m not sure how long you’re planning on keeping him here with us y/n but I hope you know that I can’t be responsible for him.”

San’s eyes flit up at the two of you before he smiles and continues eating.

You nod. “Yes, He’ll sleep in my room for as long as he stays.”

Macy lifts a knowing brow. Nothing motherly but in a sense that you could read her thoughts. “Remember, You already have a man.”

Again, you’re aware of your situation. You’ve gotten over the shock of coming back to life. You had to face the reality again. Macy was gracious enough to open up her condo to you in order to at least give you some freedoms. Granted she could only do so much as your cousin, her allowing you to live under the same roof was a blessing and an escape. But to add another head into the living arrangement might be pushing it.

“As if I can change anything. I owe San. He did save my life.”

Your savior chews with his mouth open. “Would’ve been unfortunate if I didn’t...”

Mace’s face was almost comical because of the way her eyebrows knit into confusion. You regret not giving her all the details but maybe it was better to spare her.

“Okay well, Woo is waiting for me downstairs so I’ll be back.” She goes into her room to grab something then comes back out. “I might be back…”

After waving a quick bye to your cousin, she shuts the door behind her. Which leaves you and San alone in the condo. He sits across from you, still wearing Wooyoung’s clothing. The sleeves are nice and snug against his toned arms. He shovels a big bit into his mouth before relishing in the taste. “I forgot how good human food was. Do you always eat food like this?”

You don’t reply. Out of habit, your mind begins to queue a playlist of things to overthink. Mind heavy with complaints and sufferings of your pitiful, privileged life. When Macy wasn’t around it was harder to avoid these thoughts. Sure, growing up financially wealthy came with perks that could get you brownie points with anyone you decided to associate with. But it hurt to grow up with people and parents that only gave a damn about social status and political wealth.

Your life wasn’t even yours to simply choose and move freely in anyway. Despite being a grown woman, that stupid contract with the prime minister’s family, chained you down to give you no choice but to obey. The amount of shame that your family would burden you with if you didn’t would be insurmountable.

“Y/n?” San’s voice brings you back out of your head.

“Yes, San?” You find yourself blushing when he smiles at you for making eye contact with him.

“I’ve been wondering,” He presses his lips together before finishing his sentence. “What can I do to make you happy today?”

“Huh?”

“I look at you and I feel happy. I know it’s because meeting you made me human again but,” San’s unending transparency is a breath of fresh air to you. “You don’t smile often. I want to make you smile.”

To smile? Being Happy? Was that something you could even ask for?

The Following Day

“I can’t believe it…” You paced the doctor’s office. “You’re saying I don’t have it?”

“That’s what the results are telling us, Miss y/l/n… Of course, We could run more tests just to be sure. There’s just no trace of cancer anywhere. Miraculous is the only way I can describe it.”

On the way out of the hospital you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream for joy. Your feelings were already conflicted considering you still thought that it was almost unfair for you to be alive. With San here, you’re undeniably doubting that you are the best person to help him relive a human life either.

One problem starts stumbling into the next when you arrive home.

“Y/n! A random human man is intruding!” San runs into you in the hallway and his look of panic forces you to push past him to see what’s wrong.

You stop at the door. San is still moving around behind you and making incoherent sounds at the man standing in the living room of your apartment.

“What are you doing here?”

The man stares at you bewildered. “What’s another man doing here?”

“Y/n instructed me to guard the condo!” San turns to you after pointing at the man. “I got a strange feeling in my stomach, y/n. Tell him to leave.”

You sigh, choosing to ignore San’s disposition. “Is today the day?”

“You know him?” San questions. Earning a small nod from you.

“You forgot?” The man questions, flicking his light hair from his eyes. “I was going to bail but considering my business is on the line because of this marriage agreement, I had no choice.”

This day couldn’t possibly get any more inconvenient.

“You couldn’t find another smart excuse?”

“Unfortunately,” He smiles at you with a glare in his eyes— you never understood how he did that. His eyes flicker to San before he continues speaking. “I couldn’t keep myself away from you any longer.”

[ Y e o s a n g ‘ s P . O . V . ]

How was this possible?

I thought I got rid of him?

He died in the lake, didn’t he?

This man in front of him couldn’t possibly be him. But judging by his tone of voice and the fact that he looks exactly the same as he remembered him… It was San. Clueless and unaware undoubtedly. But it was San.

How dare he survive after all these years.

Yeosang had made a deal with that stupid god holding a silver stop watch.

To become immortal until he found his lover again. He was sure that it was her. Y/n looked exactly like her. Smelled like her and even spoke like her. He made it sure that when she was old enough to talk that he’d make her his. She had to be his lover.

Seeing San alive and staying in the same place with her. Anger began to flood his veins, his blood simmering to a boil.

He was going to make sure that San stood no chance against him. Emotionally and physically. Even if it meant that he was going to have to make another deal.

********************

In the heavens, the God of Light is watching with a blank expression on his face as the God of Shadows smiles and laughs at the interaction of the meta-humans below.

“Isn’t it marvelous?” Hongjoong humors, fanning himself lightly. “They finally met.”

“Let’s see how it goes. I have a good feeling about this.”

“I don’t.” Yunho bites his nails, a bad habit he’s received from spending so much time in the human world.

“Why do you keep weaseling your way into the conservatory?” The God of the Shadows doesn’t even bear to look at his half brother.

“Brother.” The God of Light warns, clicking his stopwatch shut. He turns to the hybrid. “Son of Jeong Mina—“

“Yunho.”

“—Go down to earth. Your lover is waiting for you.”

“Pardon?” One and a half gods exclaim in unison.

**************

“What’s happening?” Wooyoung smiles at his princess as she finishes the conversation on the phone with y/n.

Macy sighs, frowning as she hangs up. “She’s going on a date with the Prime Minister's son.”

Wooyoung mirrors his girlfriend’s expression. “Maybe we should help her out this time.”

“We can't. They’ll be at the big engagement ball.”

“I can get us in. I am a famous dancer after all.” Wooyoung winks.

“Yeah, that’s why we’re here hiding in your apartment because of your insane fans.”

Off put by the facts, Wooyoung pouts and cocks his head to the side. “What about that guy she met? The one at the condo. What’s he gonna do tonight?”

Mace’s eyes flash with an idea. “Grab your suit. We’re going.”

**************

You smooth out the dress that Yeosang’s maids laid out for you to wear. In any sense you were bound to hate what they picked. And you did. Around the room you see that it’s decorated with elegance and luxury.

“This will be your room once you move in. By the looks of it, you’ll be enjoying life with me in about a month.”

You began to tear up. Cancer should’ve saved you. You would’ve been set free. Your tears turn into harsh sobs while your shoulders shiver from the cold emotion waving over you. Everything in this cursed life has been torturous. Having no choice but to grin and bear it all. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to learn to love this man. He was older than you by at least 5 years— you didn’t have the time of day to really care. He barely knew you and you swore he acted like he’s known you for your entire life.

The 3 timid knocks on the door fool you to think it’s just one of Yeosang’s maids asking for permission to enter. Yet when the door opens, you have no time to wipe the stream of tears ruining the makeup on your face.

“Oh y/n.” The most concern you’ve ever seen on the man's face puts you off but you allow him to approach you. Turning your body away from him. “Why are you crying, Doll?”

Doll?

“Just give me a minute. This is a lot to take in.” You try to mask your emotions by making a shallow excuse. Placing your hand down on the wooden chest that you were sitting on.

Yeosang places his hands in his sharp suited pockets while he buffers to assess the situation. He places his body in front of you in efforts to close off space.

“A change in lifestyle can be scary. Trust me,” He places a gentle hand on the back of your exposed shoulder blade. “I completely understand how intimidating change can be.”

I just barely escaped life by dying and now I’m back to life with no way out. In addition to that, there’s another person’s lifestyle I have to worry about. So, I bet you don’t.

Maybe he reads your face well because you hear him sigh. “Believe it or not. I had to take a while to get used to living life in a new, scary way. After a while, I saw the beauty in it.”

“What makes you think I’ll find the beauty in being signed off to you?”

He tries to conceal the smirk that he’s already flashed you. “From-” His eyes find a place to the left of you. “...the way you would look so pretty standing next to me.”

Your head turns to where his eyes guide you. The huge gold lined mirror mounted on the wall reflected Yeosang standing tall next to you. You gaze at yourself, knowing that your outer appearance masked the horrible storm that was brewing internally. Yeosang’s deep colored orbs meet yours through the reflection. He looks so refined and elegantly poised that your bad posture was starting to embarrass you.

“You don’t think so, Doll?”

“Delusional, really. If you notice, I’m not exactly jumping into your arms in excitement. Also,” You then turn away from the reflection to face him. “Stop calling me that.”

Humor returns to his face and he lifts one side of his lips. “I don’t wanna.”

You find yourself sighing and standing up straight. “What time does this event start?”

“As soon as you and I walk down the hall and into the ballroom.”

“Can’t I just stay in here?”

“I mean, we can. I’ll just have to let everyone know that you and I will be up here the whole night. Alone.” He watches your reaction with amusement as you smooth your dress and use the back of your hand to tidy up your face.

“Lets go.”

Yeosang smiles to himself, gesturing to the dark wood door. “After you, Doll.”

You make a face and walk past him. Hoping that holding onto his arm will pull you through the rest of the night.

***********

“Pleasure to see you and your beautiful wife again Mr. y/l/n.” Yeosang takes your father’s hand into his and firmly shakes it. Your mother beams at Yeosang with sparkles in her eyes. She feels absolutely excited for her daughter to be thrown into the arms of a total stranger—“a rich one” she’d add, for moral purposes.

“Please, child. Call me mom.” The airiness in your mom’s poised voice forces you to bite the inside of your cheek. Yeosang handsomely returns a smile and you can see the blood rush to your mothers face.

As much as the pleasantries were being passed around, you hated being the center of it all. It seemed that you were the focus of all the talk but no one wanted to to consider how you felt about practically being signed off to a rich family. By the sound of all the rumors, Yeosang’s family was the most feared and influential family in the whole country. It was no surprise to the world when they suddenly revealed Yeosang as their eldest.

“You better straighten up, y/n. The whole world is watching and I will not have a child that cracks under pressure. Do not embarrass me after all the work your father and I put into your future.” It’s as if your mother switched off her grace and poise to the mask words she’s whispering into your ear by giving you a hug.

You don’t say a word but for the cameras you bring your arms up to embrace her. If you haven’t already learned by now it was second nature for you to naturally know how to keep a consistent public image. A grateful daughter of one of the most successful business companies in the capital.

Your father follows and you can’t help the swell of pain that sinks into your heart when he meets your eyes. He’s been wearing a tired expression for as long as you remember. In the past, although he was stressed from his line of work, he used to look at you with so much care and hope. Now, it’s hard to search for the compassion he used to have for you. Maybe if he wasn’t so desperate to please your mother, he’d remember his role as your father.

Your body becomes heavy. Now the idea of holding onto Yeosang for the rest of the night seemed like a nice support right about now.

Your silent prayers are answered when Yeosang offers you his arm again. “As much as I’d love to chat more with my future parents. Y/n and I should make our rounds. ” Even though Yeosang was a huge part of your problems, maybe in this moment you were happy that he had enough sense to pull you away from the disappointment that you’ve felt with your once loving parents.

A couple of hours into this dreaded engagement party, you’ve been through so many introductions that you’re sure you’ve met the entire population of the white collar heads of the family.

Yeosang senses your exhaustion. “Should be another 2 hours.”

“Oh gods help me.” You sigh, biting your lip.

“I’ll be doing some separate greetings so I hope you can manage from here, Doll.”

“I don’t need to be babysat. Go do your business things.” Your arms slips from his firm bicep and you take a step away. Choosing to sit in the back where you hopefully go unnoticed by all the big name companies.

“Just two more hours.”

Yes. Just two more.

**** **************

“May the newly engaged couple come forward and have their first drink together. Our capital’s betrothed.”

Such a Victorian tone to use in a setting so modern and classy. You gather the fabric around your finger tips and gaze at Yeosang with indifference. His deep colored eyes seem to search for something of substance with yours. The most you could give back to him was a timid curl of your lip. In a place so unfamiliar and rigid, Yeosang was your only form of stability.

“Let’s see a sweet kiss from the soon to be couple!” A random voice shouts towards the front of the room.

Yeosang plays the role of bashfulness with confidence. Yet, you’re completely uncomfortable with having to show any type of affection—much less physical touch with this man.

A shiver runs down your spine but not from Yeosang.

A voice echoes in your head and you’re sure that you know who it is but, how?

“Y/n, You don’t have to be with him.”

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ratchedspeach · 4 years

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Can you please PLEASE write a second part to that reader/Alice story you wrote a while back! I need more

Twist my arm why don’t you (-,: ok fine here you go! This is ACTUALLY NSFW. Enjoyyyy.

Read part 1 HERE

Alice spends more time fiddling with her fork than she does eating when your food arrives. You ask if everything is okay, and she nods.

“I’m still feeling a bit ... under the weather.” She admits.

“Acid can do that.” You smirk, and she blushes, and it sends something in your stomach fluttering.

What you had initially mistaken for timidness in her, you now recognize is more contemplative. She watches you with fascination — the way you order, the way you sit, the topics you chose for discussion. It’s all foreign to her. A new world bursting at the seams. She marvels at you, and you’re not sure you deserve it.

“I’ve seen owls stare less than you.” You tease.

Alice blinks. “Sorry.” She murmurs, pulling her gaze down to her plate. Throughout the course of the meal, she’s managed to push the bits of chicken in her pasta to one side of her plate. It’s a nervous habit, you’re sure, but endearing nonetheless.

“Don’t be sorry.” You assure her, sipping your wine. You need the courage. “You certainly apologize a lot.”

“I...”

“It’s alright, Alice. I don’t need an explanation.”

Your lack of expectation catches her off guard, makes something shimmer behind her wide brown eyes. She nods slowly, putting a forkful of pasta to her mouth, and chews. You offer to pay the bill, but Alice won’t hear of it, though, and you eventually agree to split it.

“Can I hold your hand?” You ask once you’re outside the building.

Alice nibbles on the corner of her lip. Wind breaks apart her curls, sending the strands across her face. They look like spider’s silk in the pale evening light. There’s a soft rose to her cheeks from windchill, and you can see the skin of her clavical dipping between the v-neckline of her dress. You think she might be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. Soft in all the ways a woman should be soft, earnest in the ways that you can only blame on her own intrinsic goodness.

“Alright.” She whispers, and you realize you’ve been staring at her chest. “But ... when we get to the hotel, I — well ...” She flusters, and you remedy it.

“You decide when we’re close, and I’ll let go.” Christ, you’ll go through the service entrance if she needs you to.

Alice’s palm is calloused, but her fingers remain soft. She must get manicures, you think you might recall her nails being painted now, but you don’t dare look. You’re afraid of pulling attention to your hands, afraid that when you look down your fingers won’t be intertwined at all, and that it will have been a dream all along. Instead, you walk steadfast against one another. You think maybe you should say something, but Alice seems contented to watch shops and people pass her by.

And you’re content in watching her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stores so close together.” She breathes, and you realize you’re not sure where she’s from. You don’t really know anything about her.

“I thought the world started and ended in St Louis before I went to college.” You say, faint recollection buzzing alongside the alcohol in your system.

Alice whips around to meet your gaze. “You’re from St. Louis?”

“I am.”

“That’s ...” Alice shakes her head. She laughs, and it rasps in her throat.

“What?” Your stomach pulls into a knot. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m from St. Louis!” She grins.

And it’s ... the way she looks at you, the way she smiles, the way her eyes shimmer as if she’s watching the sun set. You know it means she wants you. More than that, you know it means she likes you. Likes you as more than a mere experiment, as some selfish object. She admires you.

You walk in tandem, talking about your new shared affinity with fingers knit together until you reach the outskirts of the hotel. Only then, with the weight of reality, does she pull away.

“I’m sorry.” She murmurs, gaze pulled to her shoes.

You shake your head. “I understand, Alice. I would never push you towards something you weren’t comfortable with.”

“I...”

“What? What is it?”

“Will you ... will you take me to your room?”

You think you can feel your heart stop — not just skip a beat, but physically stop. “I ... yes.” You breathe, swallowing the smile that’s forcing it’s way onto your features. “Of course.”

Your room is on the opposite corner of the hotel from hers, but you can’t imagine it looks very different. Nevertheless, there’s an uncertainty to the way Alice traces her finger across the bedside table. Her nail scrapes the varnish, eyes lingering there. You know she’s trying not to make eye contact, know she’s not sure of herself. So you step closer, placing a hand on her shoulder, and meet her eyes in earnest.

“Hi.” Your lips press into a smile.

Alice’s chest heaves. “Hello.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Yes.” You nibble on your lower lip. “Can ... can I ...”

But befor you can finish the thought, she’s kissing you. Her palms cup either of your cheeks, her eyes squeeze shut, she holds her breath. And you? You do the oppsosite. Your eyes practically pop out of your skull as you watch her. There’s something so desperate to it. She kisses you like she’s not sure she’ll get the chance again, and you realize that might be true. Alice’s mouth tastes line wine, and something sweet that you can’t place. Your ties into knots. Your hands pull around her waist and press her closer. And then she’s pushing you against the bed — she’s tugging at the buttons on your shirt, she’s mewling softly against your lips.

“Alice.” You half moan, half choke when you feel her fingers scrape across the skin of your clavical. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Alice breathes, and you know it’s earnest — know she’s finding herself, know she needs you. “Please. I ... please.”

And her wish is your command.

You flip her so you’re on top. Alice brings one leg around your waist as she pulls your shirt down to expose your shoulders. You wriggle out of it. You make quick work of the zipper on the side of her dress, and she pulls it down. You can’t help it when you stop kissing her to stare at the expansion of her stomach — smooth, taught, supple. Her breasts heave under the lace of her bra, and you kiss at their highest point. Alice’s hips buck against your thigh. Her fingers grasp against your shoulder blades.

“I ...”

“Say it.” You murmur into the nape of her neck, sending a shiver through Alice.

“I ... want you.”

You smile, and you know she feels the tug of your lips against her skin. Alice tenses when you don’t respond, breath held, nerves burning under the weight of your body.

“Please.” She squeeks, and it’s so uncertain, so openly sincere, it almost catches you off guard.

You recover, though, fingers digging into the inside of her thigh, teeth scraping against her ear, body flush against hers. You’re going to enjoy this, you think, as she lets out a humm of pleasure.

You want to take this slow. Well, no — you don’t. Not really, but your need to make sure she feels safe outweighs your desperation to taste her. So you don’t move until she begs — don’t do anything until she indicates that it’s ok.

Alice is taken aback by how gentle you are, shocked by how much control you are willing to give her while still holding dominance. It’s new. All of it. And she loves it. And her skin tingles, and her throat is dry, and —

“Oh my god.” Alice bites her lip to keep from shrieking when she feels you kiss the cotton of her underwear.

It’s then that you stop questioning if this is alright — then that you trust your instincts. Your teeth graze the inside of her thigh, and she shudders.

“Are you sure?” You ask, promising yourself it’ll be the last time.

Alice nods, chokes on a ‘yes’ as her fingers knot against the bedspread. It’s all the confirmation you need to pull her underwear down. You kiss her first — from her knee, to the soft flesh of her thigh, nipping at the point just below her hip bone. Alice’s back arches in anticipation. When your tongue comes to lick her center, Alice gasps.

“Oh.” Her eyes flutter closed, lower lip catching between her teeth.

When you find her clit, she yelps. You wonder if her husband has ever dared to venture as far with his mouth. You assume not when she can’t stifle another moan.

“G-god.” Alice pants, one leg coming over your shoulder.

Her fingers lace through your hair, knitting against the base of your skull. She tugs there, pressing you closer against her. And you pull away. And her eyes go wide.

“W-wha —“

But her words die on her tongue when you dip down against the base of her jawline. Your fingers trail down her shoulders grazing the her nipples. They pebble under your touch, heave with her uneven breaths. You move further down the skin of her stomach, past her belly button. You stop above her clit, and you feel her tense. When you slip inside her, Alice growls, the low rasp of her natural cadence hitting a new octave.

She’s so soft. It’s the only way you can describe her. Her body feels like silk. She smells sweet, tastes sweet, and god, if she isn’t the gentlest woman you’ve ever felt. Alice’s hips buck against your palm, fingers scraping down your back. Her breath comes in ragged, uneven inhales. She’s close, you think.

You kiss down the expanse of stomach until you’ve found her clit once more. You press your tongue against it, hold still for just a moment, before you’re swiping it in different directions. That, matched with the upward incline of your fingers, sends Alice reeling.

She’s lightheaded, unhinged from this reality, yet still somehow completely present. Alice looks at you, fingers knitting in your hair once more, taking against your scalp as she feels something make her thighs begin to tremble. What could that — oh!

“F-fuck!” Alice screams as her body erupts, and then almost immediately her hand is over her mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry!”

And you laugh. She’s the only person you’ve ever seen apologize for having an orgasm. The woman goes slack, hips relaxing. You tease your fingers out of her, reveling in the way she jerks under your touch. Wiping the corners of your lips, you lie next to her and press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“G-god ... that was ... different.” She pants as her breath struggled to level. “I’ve never ... I mean ... I don’t think.”

She shakes her head, flips to her side so she’s looking at you. One of her hands comes to trace your cheek. “Thank you.”

You laugh again, and she quirks an eyebrow. It wasn’t meant to be funny. It’s not, really. It’s just so honest. You’ve never met someone so honest. You kiss her — tender, and fervent, and with far more understanding than you should have for only just meeting her. Alice smiles against your lips, pulls you into her embrace. She smells sweet, slightly milky, like some sort of melon. She feels like springtime, you think, as you feel her fingers trail down your spine.

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