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amsgrey · 1 year

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it will be enough

requested: yes

Grisha power wasn't specified, so I picked a random one. (and by picked I mean I literally added them to a spin-the-wheel thing and went with it).

Spoilers for Season Two of Shadow And Bone

warnings: Not proofread or edited, Nikolai being jealous, fluff at the end, more things that I have forgotten

You met Nikolai when he was still parading as Sturmhond, the witty privateer who was all about money and fun. You had been locked alone in the hull of a slaver's ship for longer than you could remember, wasting away without food, water or the ability to summon. Everything had been a blur, shouting, fighting, and then you were being unchained and helped upstairs. You remembered the first time stepping into the sun after that whole time, it burnt your eyes and you had to shield them with your arm.

You had met Sturmhond on his own boat, someone had laid you in a cot and forced you to drink water. Then, a man in teal had asked you your name, told you you were safe and would have a place on his crew if you wanted it. You had taken him up on it, there was always a space for a Squaller on his crew. Nikolai grew to trust you, and put his faith in you as he did Tamar and Tolya. Since then, you would follow Nikolai anywhere he asked.

That included helping him bring peace back to Ravka with the Sun summoner. You had been hesitant to leave your comfortable life with the crew of the Volkvolny, but you loved Nikolai, you would go with him to the ends of the earth. You and Nikolai had been dancing around feelings for each other for almost as long as you had known each other. Tolya was always teasing you about it, reciting cliché poetry and watching you and Nikolai exchange stolen glances. You were sure they were unrequited feelings, so you never acted on them.

It only got worse after returning to Ravka and meeting with the rest of Nikolai's allies at the Spinning wheel. You saw the way he looked at Alina, the hope that lit up his eyes, she was all he needed now. You tried your best not to be hurt about it, you knew loving a prince would only lead to pain. He would never be able to love you back, a commoner. So you volunteered to join Tolya to travel to Ketterdam. You were born and raised in Kerch, and you had the strongest language skills out of all of the party.

Nikolai hadn't spoken to you since announcing his engagement to the sun summoner, it felt like he was avoiding you. He finally approached you on the Hummingbird the day you agreed to leave.

"Y/N?"

You turned to find him leaning against the railings, watching you prepare the sails for the journey. "Moi Tsar."

Nikolai cringed, "Not yet."

You smiled, walking over to join him, "Does that mean I can still can you Sobachka?" You laughed, playfully shouldering him like you would do on the Volkvolny.

Nikolai rolled his eyes, "What is your obsession with that name?"

You enjoyed watching him squirm, making fun of him was too easy some days, "I like calling you Sobachka, makes me think of you like a little cute pup."

Tolya interrupted you both before Nikolai could answer, "We getting this show on the road?"

Nikolai took an extra look at you and the bright smile you sported, "Be safe," He ordered, returning to his Prince persona.

"We'll bring back Neshyenyer," You promised.

Returning to Kerch and meeting the crows felt like a fever dream. Somehow, you slotted into their ranks easily, quickly becoming fast friends. You grew to enjoy Kaz's company as much as the others, something about spending time with someone else from Kerch, who really understood. Besides, he was serious and unwavering and you kind of enjoyed someone who was as serious as you.

After the events in Shu-Han, you were having second thoughts about staying around in Ravka after the war. Nikolai had everything he needed now and Kaz had offered you a place with the Crows if you wanted it. The only thing that was keeping you in Ravka was Nikolai, but why stick around to love someone who would never love you?

You jogged along with Kaz, Wylan and Jesper, headed towards where Nikolai was rumoured to be. You followed Kaz's lead as he peeked over a wall, watching three Grisha rounded on Nikolai and his forces.

"Wylan," Kaz turned to the boy, "Grenade."

Wylan handed it over to him, everyone watching him light the fuse.

"Y/N?"

You nodded, stretching out your hands to summon wind to propel the grenade to your target. You all watched it make its mark, blowing The Darkling's Inferni back until she lay dead on the battlefield.

Nikolai looked to Tamar, "Where did that come from?"

Kaz stood proudly, declaring, "My Demolitions expert."

You stood to his right, just as proud to be joining the fray.

"Expert?" Wylan mumbled, looking at Kaz. You all looked at him as he corrected himself, "I mean, yes. Expert."

You and Jesper smiled, amused by his fake confidence.

You all took a step forward, sliding down the shingled roof and dropping down the wall. You used your small science to soften everyone's fall, allowing you all to rush towards the gates. Jesper quickly worked on the rust that bound the gates closed, leading Wylan to the barricade Tamar, Nadia and Adrick hiding behind. You and Kaz headed opposite them, where Nikolai was crouched.

As you both rushed over, Kaz muttered, "What nightmare have we gotten ourselves into."

Jesper looked over at your group, "Why's Sturmhond here?"

Tamar frowned at him.

"Round here he goes by Nikolai."

"Nikolai Lantsov," Jesper realized, looking over to the man in question. Nikolai shrugged, you couldn't help the chuckle at Jesper's annoyed expression.

"All this time, close personal friend," He spun his pistols into his hands, preparing for a fight.

Nadia and Tamar looked about as confused as could be, "And you are?" Tamar pressed.

Wylan was tucked behind Jesper, his hand resting on his back, "You must be Tamar." He answered, "We came with your brother."

That didn't seem to make the woman any less confused, but she didn't press it any further.

You all watched the Darklings Squaller and Tide Maker rise to attack again. The tide maker raised her hands, drawing water from the sky to draw her attack. Jesper sprung into action first, followed by Adrick and Nadia who came to his support. Watching Jesper shoot would always entrance you, he was such a great shot, aided by his Durast abilities.

You were about to stand and join the fight when Nikolai stopped you, "Did you get Neshyenyer?"

You nodded, "Zoya, Nina and Inej are finding Alina, they'll get to her."

Nikolai nodded in relief, as you looked him over you realized there was blood staining his jacket.

You pressed your fingers to the blood, "Are you hurt?"

Nikolai followed your gaze to where your hand rested on the stain, "it's- It's not mine."

You looked up at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. You would ask more later, for now, there were more pressing matters than those you'd lost.

Jesper finished his attack on the Tidemaker with the buttons on his waistcoat, lashing out and turning them into their tiny blades. As you looked past Nikolai you watched the Squaler draw lightning to his palms, it crackled and hissed as he tried to amass it.

Kaz nudged you with his crow's head cane, handing it over for you to use as a conductor. You quickly jumped to your feet, rushing to Jesper's side and using Kaz's cane and your powers to channel the electricity. Lightning was notoriously unstable, It didn't react well to being controlled. You threw your hands up, forcing the lighting to connect the two of you through Kaz's cane, then expelling the power back into the storm clouds it came from. The more lightning the Squaller summoned, the harder you worked to draw it away. Eventually, he ceased, knowing he could not lash out with the electricity you too controlled.

"I have Datura Meloxia!" Wylan shouted.

"Wylan! Now."

The boy uncapped the vile, calling for Adrick and Nadia to help him propel the powder, "Air support!"

You and Jesper ducked to avoid the powder being swept into Grisha's face, watching him stumble around in glazed confusion before Tamar sent her axe into his head.

As the Tidemaker tried to fight back one last time, she realized just how effective Jesper's attack had been. Screaming at the realization her fingers were gone. Nikolai was appearing to the side, raising his pistol and firing one last bullet, taking down the final one of the darklings Grisha.

"It's done."

You and Jesper both let out matching sighs of relief. He bent over to retrieve his pistol, then dramatically threw his arm around your shoulders to pull you into a side hug.

"Thanks for that, gorgeous."

You smiled, "My pleasure, Handsome."

You joined Kaz and Nikolai, the two of them eyeing each other. You retrieved Kaz's cane from the mud, handing it over to him with a triumphant smile, "I believe this belongs to you, Brekker."

Kaz took it from you, twisting it in his hand as he admired the crow's head.

Nikolai looked from you to the man who you were grinning at, suddenly less pleased to see Brekker, "I didn't realize you were patriots."

"Well if you die, we don't get paid," Kaz said like it was the most straightforward answer. You couldn't help but laugh, after the stress of the fight and Kaz's arid sense of humour, you needed it.

Nikolai was sure he could listen to you laugh every minute of every day and never get sick of it. He hadn't heard it enough in the last few weeks, and it pained him. He longed for the evenings on the Volkvolny when the crew would laugh and drink without the looming threat of death and destruction.

Everyone smiled when Tolya appeared, pulling his sister in a crushing hug. Nikolai looked around his gathered allies.

"We have to find Alina. If Kirigan brought the fight here, he's gunning for her."

Tolya nodded, "I've cleared us a way into the fort. Come on."

You fell into step with Nikolai at the back of the group, his unofficial bodyguard for the fight you were about to delve back into. Nikolai couldn't help but spare you glances, you looked tired, the lightning summoning had worn you out. He wanted to stop, allow you to rest, and bring back the bright smile you almost always wore. He knew better, though, just plotting along silently beside your group.

You sat next to Tamar as everyone took a much-deserved breather.

"A moment of sun before we deal with out losses," Nikolai sighed, glancing over the wounded and dying that lay on the grass, "Dominik..."

Tamar comforted her friend quickly, "He did exactly what any of us would have done for each other."

"For you," You added, leaning over and grabbing Nikolai's hand. He glanced down at your clasped hands, giving a small squeeze as thanks.

You all looked up as Alina, Inej, Nina and Mal walked over the hill. Nina stayed by the wounded while Inej and Alina exchanged a few quick words. Alina chased after Mal, leaving Inej to inform the group.

Nikolai thanked the crows for their help, he took Tolya's arm and headed away to address the consequences. You were about to join when Kaz called your name.

You turned to the man, a small frown on your face, "Yes?"

"If you ever feel like coming back to Ketterdam," He spoke, "We would welcome a crow with your abilities."

Jesper and Inej both nodded, showing their support.

You couldn't help the smile that grew, "I'll think about it." You promised, taking your leave to follow after Nikolai and the others.

When you met up with Nikolai, he wouldn't meet your gaze. Looking at everyone else but you. He made preparations for the Darkling to be burned on a pyre, leading all of his most trusted allies to join him. It was strange, that it was all over. There was no more fold, no more bickering or fighting between otkazat'sya and Grisha, it was an entirely new beginning.

You wanted to stand by Nikolai as he addressed your small group, but there was something off about him. He still had yet to make eye contact with you, ignoring your small gestures of comfort. Eventually, you gave up, coming to stand next to Nina behind Alina.

As Nikolai finished his speech, Kaz led his crows away. Nina looked at you, knowing you needed the support. She took your hand, leading you away from the flames with the rest of the crows.

The gathered forces were celebrating as you all exited the sand that was once the fold. Offering all of you drinks and food. You couldn't find the energy to join the festivities, brushing off friends and fellow Grisha to find a quieter space.

You found yourself wandering until you reached the roof of the compound, finding a perch on the edge of a wall looking over the land around the compound.

You let out a quiet gasp in fright when Nikolai appeared at your side.

He quickly grabbed your arm, "Don't fall."

You smiled, "I won't. Probably."

Nikolai chuckled, joining you on the ledge. You were struck by how many times you would sit together like this on the Volkvolny.

"Shouldn't you go find a healer?" You asked, gesturing to the bandages wrapped around his leg.

Nikolai shrugged, "I needed to talk to you first."

You looked away, "About?"

Nikolai was staring at the horizon, clearly also struggling to find the courage to talk. Something had changed between you two for sure.

"What did Brekker say," Nikolai finally spoke after a long silence between you.

You glanced at him, the afternoon sun was illuminating his face. His hair was still cleanly combed back, neatly styled to make him look regal. His cheek was still bruised, the only thing that made him look like the Sturmhond you knew.

"He said if I ever wanted to go home, I had a place with the crows."

Nikolai nodded, "Home to Ketterdam?"

Nikolai knew how much you missed Kerch, you grew up in the countryside on a farm with your siblings. You had stopped in Ketterdam once or twice with the Volkvolny crew, but it wasn't the same as going back to live there.

"I know it sounds crazy," You fiddled with your hands, "I never thought it would be possible to go back, maybe now..."

Nikolai could relate to that, he never felt entirely at home in the Grand Palace, and he didn't think it would ever be possible to. Now he would rule there.

"When are you and Alina leaving for Os Alta?"

"Tomorrow," Nikolai replied, "Tamar and Tolya are taking over captainship of the Volkvolny."

You hummed, "I'm sure they're excited about that, Tolya can stop for all the snacks he wants."

Nikolai laughed, a carefree laugh that made you smile too.

You both sat in peaceful silence for a while, listening to the celebrations going on under your feet. You felt like there was something more to say like you both wanted the other to confess the feelings you shared.

You kept coming back to the fact Nikolai and Alina were engaged. You knew that it wasn't a love match, Alina loved Mal. But even so, they would be tied together for as long as it took for Ravka to rebuild. You were being childish if you thought you and Nikolai could be anything other than friends. And so you were thinking more and more about returning to Ketterdam, joining the crows. Leaving Nikolai would hurt, but it would hurt more watching Nikolai with Alina.

You eventually came to the conclusion there was nothing more you could say, Nikolai clearly did not share your feelings. You cleared your throat, stretching casually and then getting to your feet.

"They're probably missing us," You said, trying to hide your disappointment.

Nikolai didn't respond, staring out at the horizon a while longer.

"You should stay."

You almost didn't hear it, already a few steps away from Nikolai. You turned to face him, "What?"

Nikolai got to his feet and stood before you, giving you his full attention for the first time since leaving the Volkvolny.

"I want you to stay."

You struggled to find any words, gaping at the man before you.

Nikolai kept talking, "I know that I can't ask this of you, I know I Shouldn't. But seeing you with Brekker, the thought of you going to Ketterdam with him-"

Nikolai stopped when you giggled. He frowned at you, "What?"

"Nothing," You giggled.

Nikolai grabbed your hand, "What? Why are you laughing?"

You stifled your laugh, "Are you jealous of Kaz?"

Nikolai faked being offended, "Me? Jealous?"

"Oh, you so are," You cackled, getting a lot of amusement out of watching the Tsar squirm, "Nikolai Lantsov with his damnably handsome looks is jealous?"

Nikolai dropped your hand and threw his hands up in exasperation, "You are the worst."

You grinned, then remembered what he had asked. "Do you really want me to stay?"

Nikolai looked serious again, "I do. I want you to stay with me, by my side."

"But you're engaged to Alina."

Nikolai seemed to realize at the same time you did, he nodded solemnly, "We couldn't be anything to each other in public. At least, not until Alina and I end our engagement."

"You'll end your engagement?"

"It was always the plan," Nikolai explained, "She loves Mal. I love you. It's just for political-"

"You love me?" You cried before you could stop yourself.

Nikolai's face flushed, he scratched his neck sheepishly, "Yes."

"Well," You reached out and took his face in your hands, cupping his cheeks gently, "Aren't you lucky I love you too."

Nikolai's face burst into a cocky grin. He grabbed your waist, firmly holding onto you and dragging you closer to him. He reached one hand u to cup your cheek, guiding a thumb over your cheekbone tenderly.

"I can't believe you were jealous of Kaz," You teased, drunk on the feeling of being so close to Nikolai.

"Shut up," Nikolai scoffed, he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. He pulled you even closer until you were flush with his chest. You brought your hands to the back of his neck, twisting your fingers into his hair. You couldn't help but feel relief, the feeling of it washed over you. You had spent the last few days worrying about where you stood. This answered that gnawing fear, Nikolai felt the same.

Nikolai pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. His arms wound around your waist, holding you close while he stared into your eyes.

Your face was flushed and you were breathless, "I have been waiting years for you to do that."

Nikolai smiled, "I've been wanting to do that for years."

You knew this wouldn't be the end of this discussion, about him and Alina. But for now, you were happy to follow him to Os Alta, to know he felt the same way. That would be enough for now.

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dira333 · 11 months

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What’s summer to you?

Is it the city baking in the sun, popsicles and summerdresses like a sea of colorful wildflowers in between all the grey? Or the golden fields in the countryside, driving your bicycle next to them as fast as you can?

Is it the sea with it’s salty breath or searching for a reprieve from the heat on a mountain top?

As a child, summer used to be spent in your mothers garden. There was always something to do, some poor plant in need of water or a tree to sit under when the sun burnt too eagerly. Even as a teenager you’re drawn to the quiet between the flowers and the trees, especially when they reward you with so much sweetness.

“Here, have some pie.” You offer Yachi your bento box filled with cherry pie. Her eyes grow big as she takes in the desert.

“Did you make these yourself?”

“Yes. We’ve got a lot of cherries this year. We’re making jam and juice as well if you want some.”

“I’d love to… Oh, this tastes so good, how did you-”

“Yachi!” A ball of orange stumbles through the door, “There you are!”

“O-oh, H-Hinata-kun, I-I’m sorry, d-did I forget something?”

“Not really, I just wanted to ask if you have time to go over English because Suga-san said we’re not allowed to train during lunch unless we get better marks.”

Yachi’s scrambling for her stuff, accidentally knocking into you and Hinata’s eyes move onto you.

His smile knocks the breath out of you.

Now you’re the one stuttering, asking him if he wants to try some cherry pie. He leaves with the whole box and you feel like you’ve seen the sun for the first time in your life.

It’s always like that.

Hinata drops into your days unexpectedly and deliciously. A minute with him is as thrilling as summer break used to be. You long to be near him as if the heat of his smile could chase away the chill from past winters.

Three years go on like that and then he’s gone.

But even from the other end of the world, he warms your life.

When you have to decide between an office job or your dream of working outside in a garden, you think of him, the heat of his enthusiasm and his never ending motivation and you go for your dreams.

When you have to decide between staying in Miyagi where you can call every flower by name or take your heart in your hands and make the terrifying move to Tokyo, you think of his smile and dare to live.

The sun, just like Hinata, moves behind clouds sometimes, to places you cannot see.

But every day you tend to your plants and watch them grow you’re reminded that even if you cannot see the sun today there’s a point in growing.

What’s summer to you?

Is it the time of the year you can play with your kids in warm water, run after your pets in the garden, kiss your spouse in the late hours when the sun paints them golden?

Is it the warmth that chases the chill of winter away or the unforgiving heat you can only escape by diving into cold water?

Summer is the busiest time of the year for you, the longest days the hardest hours, having drinks with Kai after work, dirt around your noses, sweat drying on your skin.

It’s laughter and silence and him poking you, day after day, telling you that he knows some guy you’d be interested in.

It’s finally agreeing to it, baking a cherry pie in the summer heat because your mother raised you right and writing your hands around the box containing it.

“So this is Kenma,” Kai introduces you, “He’s basically a cat in human form, you’ll like him.”

“Pie.” Is the only thing Kenma says before he plucks the box from your hands and shoos you inside.

“Kuroo,” Kai points to a dark haired man lounging at the kitchen counter, “Fukunaga and-”

“Hinata-kun?” The words slip out of your mouth before your brain has even registered who’s sitting in the middle of the room.

His face lights up just like the sun does before it dips into the ocean.

“It’s you!” He grabs your shoulders and hugs you close and you can’t help but laugh.

What’s summer to you?

Is it meeting the love of your life when you least expect? Is it loving someone for years and growing beyond it only to find them again?

What’s love but the warmth of the sun poured into a heart?

requested by @revasserium - if you find mistakes, please return them to the owner - me - and keep in mind english is not my first language

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relastelvanni · 1 year

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📖 2022

The week leading up to Christmas 2021, I was unwell. I was feeling very fatigued and burnt out as we all were. There wasn’t a lot of sun so I was likely Vitamin D deficient, right? Also I somehow lost 10 lbs between October and December without trying which didn’t match what I was eating - probably stress? Oh, but I feel really thirsty, and I can’t seem to quench it… that’s an odd symptom I can’t explain with burnout. It was that symptom that made me test my fasting blood sugars and sure enough, they were way over into diabetic levels.

🚨

On Hogmanay as I rushed to get my booster before the bells, I also went to the GP as an emergency for my blood test. The results came back and my GP wanted to talk urgently. On Jan 5th I was officially diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and put onto metformin straight away. This began a whirlwind of a year.

On the outside I seemed calm, on the inside I was a ball of emotion, but mostly shame. Shame that after years of warnings this could happen, I had to tell people what had happened. I felt guilt for making people around me worry for my health. I wanted to prove to everyone that I was okay and they didn’t have to worry about me. Maybe not a healthy attitude to take but from the moment I left that Doctor’s surgery and took a 2.5 mile walk home, I decided I was going for remission, end of.

I immediately went on a low carb diet of 130g of carbs a day and stuck to it religiously, I did not break 130g or tried not to. No cheat days, no snacking. Again, perhaps not the healthiest thing to do but I couldn’t bring myself to eat high carbs again. I started walking a lot more, walking three miles home from work in the winter. I went swimming, I got a bike through the cycle to work scheme. But most of all was the diet. It was tough and there were times I felt like crying. But my head told me “I put myself in this situation, you don’t deserve sympathy”. Urgh, silly head.

But despite that negative mindset, the physical side improved quickly. My sugars fell rapidly most importantly and as a by-product, I lost 15 lbs in the first month, followed by another 15 lbs in the second, starting at 255 lbs and ending March around 210.

Now those who know me will know I had no problem with my weight before - I was very happy as a chubby person because I went on a journey over the past few years of learning to love my body, throw off the shame I held against my body and show it off at the beach and the pool etc. So the weight loss for me was such a sudden shift in mindset too. I was back very quickly to a body I had before I learned to love my body… and societal pressure came back. That’s been a struggle this year is loving my new body without need for validation externally.

But in terms of the diabetes, by the end of March, I had my hbA1c checked again… and I was no longer diabetic! I had managed, with the tablets, to get the diabetes into remission. I can’t tell you how proud I am to have got to this point. All the hard work and hardship I put my mental state through was worth the result.

Over the next three months I relaxed the diet a wee bit and let myself eat a little more, but no where near the levels I was at before. My weight finally stabilised at around 180 lbs which is where I’m at now, meaning in total from max weight, I’ve lost 85 lbs in the last year. But more importantly, at the end of June, my HbA1c was still at a non diabetic level, this time without medication.

Since June, my weight has been stable, my sugars are still down, I’ve taken up badminton 2-3 times a week to keep me active physically (and mentally too). I feel fantastic physically and I’m so happy I’ve managed to turn around the diabetes. I still need to work on my mental state and work on some of those troublesome feelings I had at the start of the year as well as others. But aye, long post, but I’m still here, still going. Hopefully 2023 I’ll stay in remission. All the best to everyone 💛

#me #gpoy #gay bear #gay cub #tummy #non binary #queer

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blooming-horticulturalist · 1 month

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🌿What is wrong with my houseplant? // how to diagnose your houseplant 🌿

　✩ im definitely not a seasoned professional when it comes to houseplants, (i am a professional though) however a lot of basic plant care skills are transferrable, and i wanted to share my process for identifying "the problem" when i see a plant struggling, or my friends & family come to me for help✩

a) first identify the plant. take into account its natural habitat and what the growing conditions would be if it was in the wild. is it a tropical plant? does this plant come from the desert? does this plant usually live in the woods? if youre unsure, then look it up! this will help you get a bearing for what conditions this plant needs in order to survive.

- for instance, a tropical plant would generally need to be watered more often and cant stay dry for long periods of time, due to the natural humidity in that environment. a plant that naturally lives in the woods would likely need dappled or indirect light, due to the plant thriving under the coverage of trees. use logic to clue into the plants needs and research if you aren't sure

b) now that you have an idea of what this plant needs to thrive, compare that to it's current environment. is it getting too much sun? is it too close to the window during the winter and getting cold? is it too humid and keeping the soil too wet? try to match up the environment in your house/building to be as close to its natural environment as possible

c) ok, im pretty sure that its in the right environment, but it's still showing (x) symptom, what now?

i usually go through a mental checklist when diagnosing plants:

water—

- is it being watered enough? feel the soil with your fingers- is the soil bone dry? water it (you can't go wrong watering a bone dry plant, even succulents and cacti).

- is it soaking wet (dripping, pooling water, can be 'wrung out')? how long ago was it watered? a few hours ago, you're probably good. more than a day or two ago— there's a problem. plants need to dry out. check the container its planted in- does it have drainage holes? if not, repot that baby ASAP (and check for root rot)!! does the decorative planter it's sitting in have drainage? — if not you can remedy this by propping the plant up a few inches with a small piece of wood (or honestly anything you can find that's water resistant) so its not sitting in its drained water for days on end.

- is it moist up to a few inches down? it is being watered sufficiently 🌿 check if it needs to be watered when the top few inches are dry and go ahead and soak that baby if it does.

common symptoms of watering issues: drooping leaves/wilt, shriveled up and dropping dry leaves, rotting leaves (for succulents being overwatered especially), yellowing or browning on the edges

light- are the leaves turning a light yellow color? are you noticing leggy growth (where the stem grows long without producing a lot of leaves)? it's not getting enough sun! if its in low light move it to indirect or diffused light, and if you're still having the same issue after some time, move it into a spot where it will get hit by a sunbeam.

are the leaves turning a brown color? do they look burnt? are they getting dry and shriveled up? are they getting dull/dusty? could be too much light, move it to indirect light and see if that fixes it— if not, look for other symptoms.

potting space/ root issues:

DO NOT i repeat DO NOT repot your plants in autumn/winter

check your roots, like physically take the plant out of the pot or flip it over.

are the roots coming out of the bottom? not necessarily a bad thing, if the plant likes being hugged— definitely check for plant specific needs at this point and keep an eye on it. if you notice it dries out unreasonably fast, youre going to want to repot it. (ONLY if its spring/early summer). the plant doesnt have any room to absorb water. find a pot two inches in diameter larger than its current pot and, yk, repot it. plants get overwhelmed if its any larger and it wont have room to spread its roots if its too small. 2 inches is the sweet spot.

are the roots brown? take it out of the pot and smell it, does it smell rotted? most likely root rot. an easy fix— remove the plant, remove the soil, rinse it off, cut off rotted roots, repot it in new soil, and make sure its getting adequate time and drainage to dry out in between watering.

nutrients:

if you've checked for everything else and your plant is still wilting, it could need more nutrients. a really big tell of this is that its not producing new leaves or flowering, its staying stagnant and conserving it's energy. you can easily fix this by getting fertilizer sticks, powder, etc. from the store.

pests and fungi:

this one is the hardest and most complicated to identify.

if it's growing brown spots in the middle of the plant or you notice leaves rotting, there could be a fungus or mold issue. you can try spraying the soil with neem oil or hydrogen peroxide! if that doesnt work you're going to want to take steps to repot it in clean soil. a common cause of this is overwatering and humidity, so make sure youre letting your plant dry out (and even wilt a bit) before watering it again.

if youre noticing bugs, little brown or white spots on the back of leaves or stems, excessive wilting and misshapen leaves, holes/damage that you cant find the cause of, or what looks like little cobwebs (spider mites), you're likely looking at pests. you're going to need a chemical (or natural nonchemical) pesticide treatment. if youre unable to identify the pest on your own i recommend taking a sample or picture to your local nursery and asking someone experienced for help and recommendations! your best option for the time being is neem oil spray, as there's no chance of accidentally pesticide burning your plants.

✩　again houseplants aren't my specialty, and a lot of figuring out any issues a plant is having is trial and error and being observant of symptoms. you cant always identify one issue by one symptom, you have to be patient and see how the plant reacts to changes you make!

if youre a beginner, dont get discouraged!! taking care of plants is a learned skill and it takes time and experience to be able to notice patterns.

good luck :) i hope your prescious plant baby survives! feel free to ask me questions if you need help, but no promises I'll be able to. ✩

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#plants #horticulture #plant tips #bloomy's tips tag #plantblr #plant parent #plant dad #plant info #plant care #horticulturalist #horticulture tips #botany #botanical #cottagecore #cottage aesthetic #plant aesthetic #houseplants #houseplant #houseplant aesthetic

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Those Good Days Passed | Chapter 2

| Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader |

A/N: Hello again, friends! As you can see, I’ve made a new writing blog! Long story short, I didn’t realize that most of Tumblr’s tools can only be utilized on one’s main blog, so I decided to separate my writing completely and make this! Hopefully, this will help out with some house cleaning stuff in the future! Thanks for your support and understanding - yall literally made me blush when you started asking for a taglist on the first chapter! That is all :)

Summary: First days can be hard, especially when you work with Eddie Munson and your little cousin comes in with some strange requests.

Contents & Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader is over 18, Multichapter Fic, Reader rides a motorcycle, MINORS DNI

Previous Chapter: Cabin in the Woods

Word Count: 4.3K

Chapter Two - First Days & Final Countdowns

The sun was barely making its way through the trees when the birds started chirping outside your window. The cabin was great. It was cool in the daytime with the aid of a bunch of box-style air conditioning units that only made weird sounds half the time they were on, and it was warm at night either because you had a fire going or the heat from the day hadn’t entirely burnt off yet. Truly, you couldn’t have asked for a better place to stay the summer.

It also helped that the cabin was free.

Nevertheless, you genuinely enjoyed staying there, especially when you were a kid and the leaking pipe in the bathroom wasn’t your responsibility to fix while your uncle was away. Seriously, why did he leave you in charge, knowing he had a leaky pipe?

As the bird's song grew to the point where you couldn’t ignore it any longer, you sat up in bed with a groan. All that driving and running around yesterday had really done a number on you. Not to mention how Dustin and his older sailor friend had peer pressured you into eating way too much shitty fast food from the cafeteria. It was delicious at the time, but now you just felt sluggish. Which was a problem because during all the commotion of getting a job, meeting Dustin’s new friends, then having to cart him all the way back home after he dragged you out to the highest point in Hawkins to set up his ‘miracle of science’ that would allow him to talk to his ‘totally real and not made up’ girlfriend, you had completely forgotten to set the alarm to get up for work.

9:07

That damn alarm was taunting you with its stupid bright red letters as you scrambled to throw on some clothes, narrowly avoiding falling onto the floor as your legs got caught in your jeans. Luckily, you had just enough sense last night to throw your bike keys onto the hook before drifting off to dreamland, so there was no need for a search and rescue mission between couch cushions. It saved you a bit of time not having to look for them, but that didn’t mean you weren’t barreling down the quaint little Hawkin’s roads trying to make it to work on time.

To your surprise, when you had finally made it to Tape World’s doors sporting your sleek new blue employee vest, the place was still locked up. With eyebrows raised, you took a second to check your watch.

9:30

You weren’t early, but you weren’t late either, so where was Eddie? You peaked inside, but no dice. Was he late?

After another minute or two, you built up the courage to knock on the closed glass doors. Maybe he was just in the back organizing a few things and forgot you were coming?

“Eddie?” You tried calling out, thinking that maybe he had heard the knocking and assumed it was just an over-eager customer trying to beg their way into an early store entry.

“Yes?” His voice answered, only it wasn't where you expected it to be. Nope! Instead of being in the store, he was standing right behind you. You hadn’t even heard him until he was right up on you.

“Holy shit-” You gasped before letting out a laugh as he threw up his hands like you had somehow also surprised him.

“Woah! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I probably should have announced myself, huh?” He was quick to apologize. “I got here early, so I thought I would just go ahead and grab us those breakfast sandwiches I talked about yesterday.”

It was at that point you finally noticed the two decently sized tinfoil-wrapped squares he was holding in his left hand. How sweet. He had grabbed you breakfast for your first day. You almost wished he had taken you with him though so you could have had a chance to meet some more people your age. It was a little embarrassing that you had to rely on your little cousin and his surprising number of older friends to keep you company through the summer. Nevertheless, you took the breakfast sandwich that was offered to you with a quick but genuine thank you.

Shortly after that, the doors were unlocked, and the two of you were using that same glass display case he had hopped over yesterday as a makeshift breakfast table. The sandwich was…nice, in a greasy comfort food sort of way. Definitely not a well-balanced breakfast, but it was still a decent way to start the morning, especially because you hadn’t had time to grab anything to eat in your rush out the door. It also helped that the sandwich was free. Couldn’t complain about free food.

The register was next on the agenda after the quick meal, and damn, was that stupid thing way more complicated than it needed to be. You had to press like fifteen buttons just for one sale to go through, and that was if they decided to pay in cash. Checks and credit were an entirely different beast, and by the end of Eddie’s miniature crash course, you were beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed.

“Now you’re looking at me like I’ve got three heads,” Eddie remarked with a lopsided grin, referencing the conversation you two had had only a day prior.

You dropped your head forward between your shoulders in defeat, laughing at yourself for a moment. Working the cash register truly couldn’t be that hard. It just had a learning curve, right? Maybe after a few sales, you’d be an expert. You were usually pretty good at picking up things like this, but for some reason, it just wasn’t clicking at the moment.

“Oh, trust me, by the end of the day, I’m going to make this register my bitch.” Perhaps it was false confidence, but you figured you’d at least be somewhat proficient with it by closing time, and if you weren't, nobody could say that you just laid down and took it.

“Those are some bold words coming from someone who just tried to charge me six hundred dollars for a cassette.” Eddie snarked, ripping the mock receipt from the top of the register and holding it out for you to read.

Sure enough…

$600

“Oh, come on! I just forgot to add a decimal!” You groaned, snatching the receipt and chucking it into the garbage. “Give me another one! I swear I got it this time.” The determination to get this right was practically flowing through your veins at this point, but Eddie was already making his way back towards the front of the store.

“As much as I would love to watch you struggle some more, we’ve gotta open in less than a minute.” The keys jangled around loudly in his hand as he swung them around a few times before inserting them into the lock. “Better luck next time, Henderson!” He announced loudly as he pulled the door open with a dramatic flair.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. The guy was like a walking cartoon character. All long and lanky limbs, flailing about like a medieval fool. It was ridiculous. What was even more ridiculous though was that it was actually starting to grow on you.

“Mark my words, Munson!” You tried to sound serious as he approached the counter again, but you broke as he leaned forward into your space.

“Go on,” He prompted, big brown eyes staring right back down into yours as a smirk pulled at his lips.

You hesitated for a moment. You knew what you wanted to say, but it was like the words had gotten lost on their way out. Your mouth fell open, but just as you were about to speak, Eddie leaned forward again.

“Oh? What will she say?! I'm quivering in anticipation!” And he did. Quiver that it is. Hell, he practically shook his whole body. He even brought his arms up to his chest before covering his cheeky grin with both ring-clad hands.

“Go to hell,” You scoffed jokingly, rolling your eyes again before pushing the big dufus away like you would somehow remember to function if you got your personal space back.

“Oh, I’ve been, sweetheart.” Eddie claimed, then leaned over the glass counter like he was about to whisper something of the utmost importance, “and they named me king!”

It was dumb. He was dumb, but he still made you laugh. Harder than you had laughed in months, actually. There was just something so endearing about the way he held himself and galavanted around like he didn’t have a care in the world. Maybe he didn’t, but you seriously doubted that. Nevertheless, the guy was funny, and you really had to hand it to him.

Just as you were about to say something extremely well thought out and definitely not the first thing that came to mind, the door chime dinged. It was…Dustin? What was he doing at the mall so early? Especially after the night you two had had.

“Do you have anything educationally Russian in here?” He asked, and wow, that was a sentence you never thought you’d hear from your little cousin, but at this point, you really shouldn't have been shaken by anything he said anymore. The kid was weird, but the good kind.

“I’m sorry?” Eddie answered, squinting his eyes and jutting his head forward in utter confusion, and to be honest, you had half a mind to do the same.

“Why do you need something educationally Russian?” You paused for a moment to think back. It wasn’t a new band. It definitely didn't have anything to do with D&D. Maybe he was researching that little Russian girl that had been roaming around Hawkins around the same time as that Byers kid went missing? But why now?

“No time for questions. I’ve already wasted enough time waiting till morning. I really need this now, so do you have it or not?” The impatience was practically dripping from Dustin’s voice.

Till morning?

“Dustin, is this why you were acting so weird last night?” You accused, folding your arms across your chest and fixing him with a look. Dustin’s demeanor immediately changed. He stood up straighter, and his eyes flicked from Eddie, back to you, then around the store, before finally settling on you again.

“Weird?” He scoffed, “I wasn’t acting weird. Why do you think I was acting weird?” Dustin was definitely acting weird. He had practically been silent the whole way home. At first, you thought that maybe it was because his totally real girlfriend hadn’t answered his many, many calls, but now with him asking about Russian tapes, you just knew that something was up.

“C’mon, kid. You know you can talk to me.” He used to come to you for everything, but the time apart had done a number on your relationship. Still, the two of you were close, and no amount of time could ever change that.

Dustin’s face contorted slightly as he thought about it. It took him a moment to come to a final decision, but when he did, his eyes flicked over to Eddie.

“It’s okay. He’s cool, aren’t you, Munson?” You reassured, throwing a hand up to pat Eddie on the shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Totally cool. The coolest.” Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest, nodding in agreement but still looking completely lost at what was happening. You couldn’t blame him though; even you felt like you were falling behind a bit.

Despite all that, Dustin still beckoned the two of you closer, looking cautiously around the store like he had done before. You and Eddie acquiesced, leaning down into his space to hear him out. It was then, in a quiet voice, he said,

“I intercepted a secret Russian communication.”

Well, that was the second thing you never thought you’d hear from your little cousin, but it looked like today was just chock full of surprises.

“You intercepted a secret Russian communication?” Eddie repeated slowly, his eyes wide, as he took a moment to glance over at you, but Dustin was already snapping at him.

“Don’t say it so loud! You’re going to attract attention to us! We don’t know who could be listening!” The kid practically shouted in a hushed voice, dragging you two closer into a huddle while throwing nervous glances over his shoulder to ensure Eddie hadn't outed you all.

“Dustin- Relax. There’s no one in the store.” You tried to soothe, but he still seemed skittish.

“Do you have the tapes or not?” He asked quietly after a breath, keeping his eyes closed this time.

Unfortunately, you had only been working at Tape World for a little over two hours at that point, so you had absolutely no clue if you had what Dustin was asking for. Eddie, on the other hand, had the place practically memorized by now, and with only a few short minutes of him sweeping through various tape-filled aisles with his tongue poking out slightly in an effort to stay focused, he came back with a handful of ‘Russian for Dummies’ tapes.

Almost immediately, Dustin was shoving them into his bag and trying to head toward the door. You, of course, went to stop him, but Eddie beat you to the punch.

“Woah, woah, woah, little gremlin. You gotta pay for those.” There was no malice in his voice, but he was beginning to sound a bit exasperated by your cousin's eccentric behavior, and as much as you loved him, you really couldn’t blame Eddie for being a bit vexed.

Without a word, Dustin shot you a pleading look. You had the money to cover him, but you were also really hoping to use said money for something other than a beginner's guide to Russian.

“How do you even plan on translating this secret message? It's not like you can just pick up a language from listening to a few guides.” You prodded, hoping it might knock some sense into him, but this was Dustin, so it didn’t.

“I can’t, but Robin can,” Dustin explained. “She’s got magic ears from band. She's already got a few words translated from just the recording and a dictionary. With this,” he held up his bag with the tapes, “she’ll be unstoppable.”

“Hold on. Rewind. You got Buckley translating this?” Eddie questioned, which seemed to surprise Dustin.

“You know Robin?”

“Yeah, we’re both in band. Which means,” Eddie took a finger and tapped the side of his head. “I’ve got magic ears too. I can help.”

As enthralling as this all was, it was only a matter of time before someone else came waltzing through the doors and ruined the secrecy of the conversation. You relayed that to the group, but Eddie and Dustin seemed more interested in bickering back and forth on whether the metal head was worthy enough to help in his quest to become a Hawkins- no, an American Hero. However, almost on cue, a small group of young girls entered the store, followed closely by a larger group of adults, possibly their parents, so you all were forced to decide on a game plan.

“Fine,” Eddie conceded, “You take the tapes to the sound wizard, and during our lunch break, we will meet you at…”

“Scoops Ahoy.” Dustin finished, and Eddie suddenly looked distraught.

“Scoops? As in the Scoops Ahoy where Scarrington works?” Munson practically groaned.

“Look- do you want to help or not?” Dustin remarked shortly. Eddie huffed at the display before giving a curt nod.

“Fine. Fine. We’ll reconvene at Scoops and decipher this stupid message. Clear?”

And Dustin was practically out the door as he called back, “Clear!”

What the fuck had just happened?

Secret Russian communications? Magic ears? Either you had gotten boring while you were away, or Hawkin’s had become a lot more exciting.

That didn’t exactly matter at the moment though, because despite the promise of a grand adventure come lunchtime, you still had to work for at least the next couple of hours. Thankfully though, as soon as Dustin left, things really seemed to pick up. Between the group of young girls and their parents, the pack of jocks, and the small group of young teenage boys you could have sworn you had seen before, there was barely any time to think about the insane conversation you had just had.

That being said, the closer it got to your lunch break, the more anxious you felt. It wasn’t a pit in your stomach type of anxiety though. No, it was more of a something exciting is about to happen kind, which was only exacerbated every time there was a lull in the customer load, and Eddie would drift back over to you and start speaking to you in a horrible Russian accent.

“Is zis not ze tape you are looking for, Keptin?” Seriously, it was like he was mimicking Checkov from Star Trek. Wait. That was exactly what he was doing!

“Are you saying I look like William Shatner?” You questioned with a laugh, plucking the cassette he was holding out to you. “Because personally, I like to think that I give off more Bones vibes. I even took a first aid course last semester.”

“She knows Star Trek too? Be still my beating heart!” Eddie commanded jokingly before throwing his head back and clutching his chest like he might faint.

“Oh, Ha Ha.” You scoffed before pushing him out of the way. “You’re so funny, Eddie. You should audition for Saturday Night Live! The crowd would just love you.” The sarcasm was practically dripping from your voice as you popped the cassette Eddie had handed you into the player.

As the rocking synths of Separate Ways by Journey filled the little store and the patrons slowly filtered out, you helped Munson prepare to momentarily close up shop. It was only some minor organizing and making sure that the register was locked and the amounts were correct, but by the time you two were finished, you were practically vibrating.

It had been so long since you had a proper adventure. Sure, there was the very real possibility that Dustin was completely overreacting and the Secret Russian Communication was just somebody messing with him last night, but for now, you wanted to keep your hopes up.

Eddie seemed less than convinced but just as enthusiastic as he flicked off the lights and held the door open for you.

“What a gentleman,” You teased, and instead of rolling his eyes or tensing up, he doubled down on the act of chivalry, bowing his head, and extending a hand out to beacon you forward.

“Of course, m’lady. Only the best for the co-ruler of Tape World.” He stated, dropping his voice an octave like he was trying to imitate a knight or something else heroic.

“Oh? I’ve already been promoted to co-ruler?” You questioned with a quiet laugh as Eddie locked the door to your little kingdom.

“Oh, yeah. Just wait until you can work the cash register, then you’ll really have some power. I might even let you choose the music one day, princess.” How was he such a nerd yet such a charmer all at the same time?

“Yeah, yeah, your highness,” You rolled your eyes, trying to look annoyed instead of flattered, “Less chatting, more walking! We got a quest to complete.”

And with that, the two of you set out for Scoops Ahoy. It was a long and perilous two-minute walk, but somehow you both made it relatively unharmed. There had been a close call with a spontaneously combusting milkshake, but you still managed to make it to Scoops alive and clean.

Surprisingly though, when you arrived, there was no one at the counter. There were customers eating, so they had to be somewhere close by. Perhaps in the back?

DING DING DING DING

The sharp sound made you jump. You looked around to find the source, and it was Eddie, slapping the service bell around like it had insulted him.

“Jesus, Eddie! What is wrong with you?!” You grabbed his wrist to stop him from ringing the bell again, but it was too late. The little wooden window behind the counter swung open with more velocity than you thought was possible, and standing there, looking at you, was Steve Harrington.

“What?!” The sailor snapped before realizing who you were. “Oh. It’s you! We’ve been waiting for you all-“ but Dustin pushed his way into view, effectively cutting Harrington off.

“Hurry up and get in here!” Your cousin commanded before slamming the window shut again with a loud Clack!

For a second, you and Eddie just stood there looking at each other. What the hell were you two getting yourselves into? Still, you eventually made your way past the counter, and before you could even knock, Dustin flung the door open and pulled you both inside.

��Woah, cool it, Gollum!” Eddie hissed, brushing himself off after the door was slammed closed again.

The room was small. Well, it was the same size as Tape World’s backroom, but with what could only be described as a translation station, it seemed a lot smaller.

There were Russian characters on a whiteboard, and a girl was sitting at a table, sprawled over a piece of paper with about a sentence worth of translations on it. That wasn’t the only one though. There had to be at least a dozen sheets with various Russian words scribbled all over them next to her. She must be the one with the magic ears.

“Alright! Just so everyone is up to speed. Eddie, this is Steve. Steve, this is Eddie. Robin and Eddie already know each other, but Robin doesn’t know my cousin, so uh… this is her,” Dustin introduced weakly before picking up the recorder on the table.

“This is the Russian communication I intercepted with Cerebro last night. So far, we’ve got ‘the week is long, the silver cat feeds.’ According to Robin, we’ve got about half of the message, but there’s some tricky words at the end we’re still trying to figure out.”

“The message also makes zero sense, so we think it’s coded.” Robin threw in at the end before giving you a tight-lipped smile and a small wave. “The tapes have helped a bit, but most of its conversational, and these Russian dudes sound like they’re just saying random stuff.”

As Dustin played the tape, you tried your best to listen for any familiar words, but alas, you didn’t know a lick of Russian. Eddie, however, was doing that thing with his tongue again, so he must have been onto something.

After a few minutes of replaying the message over and over again, Eddie snatched up the Russian dictionary and furiously flipped through the pages. “I think he’s saying colors in the middle. Play it again.”

Finally, he settled on a page and showed Robin as the message was repeated once more. Sure enough, it was a match. As Buckley scribbled the corresponding words up on the board, he went to play the message again.

This time, it was Robin who caught on first. For a while, it was just the two of them bouncing dialogue off of each other, but somehow, at the very end, you managed to guess a word or two.

By the end of lunch, the message was mostly deciphered, but it still made no sense.

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.”

“Maybe it's some sort of Russian lullaby? I swear that music in the background sounds familiar.” Steve tried but was almost immediately shut down again.

“Yeah, Harrington. I’m sure the Russians are planning to sing our government to sleep so they can stage an overnight Coup d’état.” Eddie remarked, rolling his eyes as he started for the door. “C’mon, Henderson. We’re already late.”

“Sorry, guys! Maybe we’ll think of something tomorrow? How hard could a top-secret encoded message be to decipher?” You were trying to stay positive, but the thought of this all being for nothing was really starting to get to you.

With one last wave to the Scoops Troop, you and Eddie were out the door and shuffling your way back towards Tape World.

“How long were we in there? We definitely blew past our lunch break,” Eddie snorted, making you glance up towards the giant clock that hung in the food court.

As you marked the time, you couldn’t help but notice the color of the clock's hands. “Huh, funny. It’s the same colors from the message. Blue and Yellow.”

“Spooky! Maybe the evil Russians are working to take over Starcourt mall! Those bastards!” Eddie teased, shaking his fist in the air like he was actually upset.

“Oh, shut up, Munson. I just thought it was a funny coincidence.” It was bizarre, but you could just be seeing patterns where there were none at all. Nevertheless, you decided to leave the mystery-solving until tomorrow and focus on figuring out that damn register for the time being. Still…

“When blue meets yellow in the west.”

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #ace writes #fix it fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson st4 #Those Good Days Passed #minors dni #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fix it fic #multichapter

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Fear pt. 4

;) a bit of implied smut, embarrassment, fluff

din x f!reader

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I laid in my bunk, seeing stars after I had finished, my chest heaving. A soft knock woke me from my stupor. I quickly pulled up the bottom half of my flight suit and put on my helmet in preparation for opening the door.

“I...” Her breathing hitched, scanning me. I had ‘forgotten’ to pull my flight suit up enough to cover the tight tank top that stuck to the sweat of my body, “I thought you were maybe hurt... I heard, uh...” She mumbled, now looking at her feet and a deep red blush played on her face and neck.

“No, Mesh’la, I’m not hurt. Sorry to bother you-“ I caught myself in realization of what I just revealed... I prayed to anything in the galaxy that would listen that she didn’t know a lick of Mano’a.

It seems my prayers were answered because she just flashed me a polite, awkward, smile and walked off back to the cock pit.

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“Mesh’la...” I mulled the word over in my head, wondering what it meant. I just hoped it wasn’t a curse or an insult.

My frown of concentration was replaced with a smirk... was he doing what I thought he was doing?

“Damn Mando, youre one hell of a man” I said, chuckling to myself and shaking my head, “this is gonna be a long ride.”

He never told me exactly where I could sleep on his ship, so I just let myself doze off in the cockpit... it least it would ensure the fact that I’d hear the enemy proximity buzzer go off.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed until I felt two strong hands lift me from the co-pilots chair. I was almost too exhausted to care but when I peeked through my eyelids to see him, I let my body melt into his arms completely.

I woke up in a small cot like bed, surrounded by blankets that smelled familiar... they smelled like The Mandalorian; musk, soap, and blaster fire. I could’ve laid here until I died, especially with the new found knowledge that I was in his bed.

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I couldn’t just leave her there. She was scrunched up in the fetal position, fussing in her sleep in order to find a comfortable position. I decided to put her in the only comfortable sleeping quarters this ship possessed...mine.

Seeing her lay there, flight suit just hanging on to her shoulders and unzipped... I could help but feel that gnawing feeling once more. I wanted her and I knew it.

I sat on the side of the bed, knowing exhaustion would win her over against feeling the weight of the bed shift. Moving a stay piece of hair from her face, I whispered “Mesh’la” once more before leaving her to sleep.

We had finally made it to the place where we were to drop the bounty and collect the credits, but it broke something in me to wake her up.

Taking the carbonite frozen criminal, I walked off the ship, then lifted the hatch back up to ensure she would be safe when I was gone.

Once I returned, credits heavy in my flight suits pocket, she was still fast asleep. I couldn’t help bit chuckle and admire her. I’d let that woman sleep until every sun in the galaxy burnt out of that would make her happy...

I decided to take this moment to walk into the refresher, sorely needing it.

I let the hot water run over my strained muscles, but the thought of her laying in my bed made it impossible to relax.

A muffled moan escaped my mouth as I touched myself, unable to think of anything but her.

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I heard the water of the refresher burst to life, and the smell of soap filled my senses. I desperately needed a shower myself.

I groaned, stretching out my body in his bed. His bed.

I heard the same sound as last night... soft moans, groaning, and panting.

Something for sure was getting him worked up... it couldn’t be me ...could it?

I waited to hear the water stop running but it seemed to stay on for way longer than you would’ve thought. I finally heard one last groan and the water stopped abruptly.

There was something about knowing that there was a worked up Mandalorian in the room next to me, and having the thoughts of the tight tank top that clung to his body in my head that made me hunger for him. Sure, it had been a long time since you felt the touch of a man... but this was a different feeling. It was need rather than want.

#din djarin #fan fiction #part 4 #mando story #star wars fic #star wars #din x reader #f!reader #the mandolarian #fluff #smut #cute #angst

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Hi again!

I've read the 10th chapter of TBF and I'm really interested in Narinder' past with Baal & Aym. Would you mind to tell some more things about them? Like some good memories they share

Hello! Firstly, I am happy that you have read the 10th chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Secondly I would love to talk about it but I feel like making a story is a little bit better, you know show don't tell and all that stuff they keep saying. So I decided to write that story of the Brook or the River situation in its entirety. By the way, I am sorry if I am a bit late as again the Uni decided to pull a fast one on me along with the new years eve doing its usual thing. Anyhow I hope you enjoy this one. Also anyone else who wants to ask for a prompt, feel free I am open. It doesn’t have to be about TBF it can just be normaş Cotl or really any Au

Brook or River

Trek was not long, nor was it treacherous. It was rather pleasant indeed, he thought as he made his way through the soft grass yet tall grass. There was a mild wind in the air, but it was not cold as it was warm. Sun shone in the sky as it was now way into the afternoon.

As he pushed aside the tall grass he could hear the brothers behind him following the path he had made through the grass. They were on a journey to the place Aym had described as ‘The giant river with all the fish and the pond and the birds and the’ so on and so forth. That boy sure likes to speak, he thought as he tried to look out for the river while trying not to blind himself. Even with the veil helping with the sun shining above it was still hard not to get his eyes burnt.

As they exited the plains and entered the more forested areas, he started to hear Aym talking to Baal.

Aym looked proud as he said ‘’It was so huge you could put a whole ship in it, like the ones on the coast’’ He opened his arms wide to show how big it was supposed to be.

Baal rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics ‘‘there is no way, we are in a forest, it is too big for that’’ Narinder let out a chuckle as he heard the indignant noises that came from Aym.

He scoffed ‘’You will see, it is so large that I am gonna make a ship myself then I am gonna go over the horizon and you are just gonna stay here’’ He giggled before continuing ‘’Maybe you can befriend the fish while I sail across the sea’’

This time it was Baal’s turn to splutter indignantly as he yelled ‘’You can’t just leave me!’’ He turned back to Narinder ‘’Isn’t that right Master?’’

He smiled at his young servants ‘’Well if it is a big ship I might wish to join in with him’’ He couldn’t suppress his chuckle as he heard Baal gasp.

He could see his face turn red as he looked like he was about to cry out of frustration ‘’You two cannot just leave me! I-’’ Before he could finish himself and most likely burst into tears Narinder turned around and took both the brothers and embraced them both.

After a second he let go of them, they still remained in his arms as he said ‘’I am just joking my little Baal, I am not planning on abandoning either of you ever. All for one and one for all.’’ He smiled to the brothers ‘’We do not leave each other ever not for venture, nor glory’’

He could see the way Baal seemingly calmed down, but he also saw Aym deflate a little. He felt a sigh almost escape him as he saw the way Aym looked at him with those disappointed eyes. He knew that Aym was not really thinking of staying here forever, he was too free spirited for that. Though he would eventually break that out of him. It would take him some time but slowly he would stop him from these silly dreams. He had to. He could not lose him too, He would not lose him too. He had already lost too much, never again.

Aym’s sudden shout took him out of his thoughts ‘’Here! Here!’’ He pointed at the brook up ahead, which was definitely not a river. He looked down the way he pointed and yeah, there was just the brook.

Baal looked over his brother who was still looking over the small brook with wondrous eyes ‘’That is not a river dumb dumb, that's a brook’’

Aym’s wondrous look shifted into an indignant scowl ‘’No, that’s a river’’

Baal rolled his eyes before he jumped out of Narinder’s arms to the ground, landing perfectly on the rock as was expected of him. He got close to the brook and dipped his leg into the brook which proved it to be rather shallow as it only came up just slightly above his knee. Without a word he just turned to his brother with a look that said ’Are you sure?’

Aym took his brother’s example and got next to him to dip his own leg into the water to confirm that yes, it was indeed shallow. Undisturbed by this he claimed ‘’It is just a small river’’

Baal slapped his forehead ‘’That is called a brook you dumdum’’

This time it seemed like it was Aym’s turn to look at his brother indignantly as his face grew red ‘’Don’t call me a dumdum, you dumdum! It is a river if I say it is a river’’ He turned to Narinder ‘’Isn’t that right master?’’

Before he could answer him Baal cut him off ‘’Don’t waste Master’s time with this. Master has no time for things like this’’ He looked at Narinder ‘’Isn’t that right Master?’’

Before he could answer him this time it was Aym who cut him off ‘’I am not wasting his time, you are!’’

And it started, the brother’s started their little scuffle with hands flying into each other in an odd slap fight. He could chuckle at their childish doings but really, he knew where this was headed. It would only be a moment before they would start attacking each other with curses and their staffs, which was good for training sure but he didn’t want the brother’s to be mad at eachother for the next week or two as both would get injured.

So weighing his options he decided the only viable one, or in other words the fun one. The brothers were in the middle of arguing what constitutes a curse before they were both lifted by their robes and dropped into the river.

There was peace, for but one moment before all oblivion broke loose. Shouting and hissing the two brothers started to yell over each other. However he couldn’t focus on what they were saying as he was laughing his ass off. It was perfect the way two looked at him like he had stabbed them in the back, the betrayal he saw in their furious eyes was too good.

Eventually though he knew what he had to do, as he shrunk himself in a moment before he too threw himself into the shallow brook. Splashing the two brothers and coating himself in cold water of the brook. It was only fair he should join them, all for one and one for all afterall.

Seeing the playing field becoming more fair the brothers teamed up against him, seemingly forgetting their dispute as they started to splash water on him. Their attacks were countered by his own as he began his own onslaught.

It went on for a while but eventually they decided to call it off as the water was getting colder by the moment. As they got out of the water he could tell it was getting into lunch time. Now by this point they should have been back at the temple with brothers eating lunch and getting some training done while he took care of a ritual or two.

After some thinking he decided that the followers could wait for a bit. He got both the brothers to take out their staffs and stand over a rock in the brook. they looked at him with both their heads tilted quizzically

He turned to them with his own crown turning into a trident like his own brother once showed him, before… He decided to avoid that thought for now. He cleared his throat ‘’Alright you two, now normally we should be back at the temple’’ He saw both the brother’s face fell but before they could complain he continued ‘’But, I decided that instead of learning some ancient war tactic or two, I would teach you both how to fish.’’ He smiled as he saw both the brothers perk up to his words.

He showed them how to hold their staff correctly for fishing before He demonstrated how to wait for the fish and strike at the right moment. At first the only thing they catched was bits of moss and water. Aym almost threw his staff away before he took it and showed him he was holding it slightly wrong. But eventually both the brothers started to learn what he was trying to teach them.

In the end, he caught around four fish. He could probably have gotten more but he didn’t want the brothers to get upset and besides they couldn’t even eat that many anyway. Other than Baal who almost got stabbed by Aym because he thought his feet were a fish. He could say that ‘their class’ was a success as they had caught three fish of their own. With one for each brother and plus one they caught with teamwork.

Now they sat around the fire they made together, cooking the fish and trying to dry their cloaks and fur. As he tended the fire he heard Aym and Baal discussing the previous water fight.

Aym showed up his hands with six of his fingers open. ‘’That makes six plus the ones before it makes at least twenty four points’’

Baal nodded as he showed his own five fingers ‘’Indeed, add my five and it makes it twenty nine points’’ He turned to Narinder ‘’Which means we won’’ He said with both brothers looking at him proudly.

He chuckled, shaking his head ‘’I didn’t know we had a point system. Enlighten me you two, how many points have I gotten?’’

The brothers looked at each other as they started to count; they looked up to each other before nodding. Aym begun ‘’You got around thirty’’

Baal took up where his brother left ‘’But since you are old you only get half the points’’

Rolling his eyes Narinder turned the fish to their sides to keep them from burning ‘’Unfortunately even so I have still won, my dear servants as I have gotten sixty points’’ The brothers looked at him confused before going back to calculating with frowns gracing their brows. He didn’t know how many points he had or really what they got points out of, but really he didn’t really care. He knew the brothers would argue about it either way.

As he looked at the two brothers as they calculated their points again, he felt a pride blossom within him. Even at such a young age, such capable fighters with such loyalty. As a fond smile grew across his face he knew they would be together, no matter what. He would make sure of it. After all it was all for one and one for all wasn’t it? https://archiveofourown.org/works/43839834/chapters/110724444

#Cotl #Cult of the lamb #Narinder #Aym #Baal #Writing #Prompts

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My Girlfriend Washed My Hair Today - Rated T

Inukag Week Day 3 @inukag-week

3k words for day three's promt: intimacy.

In universe with my story Begin Again.

warnings: a little suggestive but nothing too crazy. if you notice grammar mistakes pls look away I am so burnt out from work that I didn’t bother editing Im sorry 😭

Ao3 Link.

Faint little sounds began to sweep through Kagome’s consciousness as sleep began fading away from her. She tried her best to ignore it in order to continue sleeping longer, but the light, consistent tapping in the kitchen didn’t allow for such pleasures. Begrudgingly, she opened her eyes and allowed for them to adjust to the lighting in her bedroom. The window besides her bed informed her that the sun was almost done setting as the darkness of the night began to spread across the sky.

She pondered, confused at the difference of time; because she swore that it was still daylight when she had fallen asleep. Wiping her eyes to try to remove some of the exhaustion from her body, she let out a small yawn and stretched her tired limbs.

“Yer finally awake,” Inuyasha called out from the doorway with a smirk, “I thought ya died on me.”

Kagome groaned, too tired to think of a comeback and fell back against the mattress. “How long have I been asleep?”

Inuyasha sat down beside her causing the bed to dip a little, watching as her body immediately sliding a little closer to him due to gravity. “Four hours.”

Only her head lifted off of the bed as she looked at him with a perplexed expression, “What! I wasted the entire day sleeping?!”

The half-demon laughed and bent forward to kiss her forehead, causing a happy chirp to escape Kagome’s lips. “You were tired, babe. You deserved that nap.”

Her head flopped back against the bed as she sighed, “All because of my job!” She cried in despair.

As tired as she felt, she was glad that she could wake up to Inuyasha each time she fell asleep, he was a beacon of comfort and warmth for her. They both have come such a long way, especially with their insecurities and doubts that stemmed from their pasts. They were friends before they became lovers, and that’s what made the transition so seamless.

Kagome yawned again as she rolled closer to Inuyasha, her hands automatically moving to play with the tips of his long, silver hair. “Do you want to take a shower?”

Inuyasha’s cheeks flushed a light pink, “Together?” he asked shyly.

He looked like he wanted to agree, but outwardly agreeing to the idea of doing something like that sounded like a bad move.

“You look adorable like that,” Kagome cooed as she sat up on the mattress, “And yes, I want to shower together. We’ve both been working like crazy, and even though you practically live with me now, it feels like I’ve barely spent time with you.”

She was pouting at him and looking at him with those big. brown eyes and Inuyasha knew he couldn’t deny her of anything. On top of that, she was right; even though they were stillneighbors, and he stays over 99% of the time it’s been a while since they’ve spent time together. Kagome’s been receiving heavy workload at her job, and Inuyasha has been getting more customers than normal. It’s only been a few days, but it has felt like weeks since they’ve simply existed together.

“I-if you’re okay with it, then I’m okay with it.” Honestly, he had no idea why he was acting so flustered. They’ve been dating for months now, and they’ve been physically intimate before, what’s so different about it now?

Kagome squealed happily, “I’ll get everything ready, stay right here!” She kissed him quickly on the lips, too fast for Inuyasha to process the sudden impact, and wishing she could have stayed there and kissed him for longer.

He sat on her bed in awkward silence, fidgeting with his fingers as he listened to her humming from the bathroom. All she wanted was to shower together, nothing more, nothing less; and it’s not like they haven’t talked about doing this before. Kagome’s always wanted to simply take a shower with him, because it’s intimate and vulnerable and she likes being close to him in any way possible.

Inuyasha wants that too, because who wouldn’t want to shower with their beautiful girlfriend? It was just the implications of it all, and how exposing everything is. He’s gotten very comfortable with vulnerability since they’ve started dating, but sometimes a little bit of fear lingers within him, and he can’t stop it from bubbling to the surface.

“Inuyasha!” She happily called out, voice echoing beautifully from the bathroom, “It’s ready!”

He blew out hot air from his lungs and stood up, inwardly hyping himself up for this new moment between them. Trucking into the bathroom, his nose was immediately hit with the scent of vanilla and strawberries; Kagome’s signature scent. The sweet, gentle smell relaxed him somewhat as he watched his girlfriend turn on the shower to start heating up the water.

She noticed the stiffness in his muscles and the worried wrinkles on his forehead, “Inuyasha? Are you okay?”

The half-demon sighed and smiled at her, shy and gentle, and moved to hold her, “Just nervous,” he simply answered.

Kagome hummed before kissing the arm closest to her lips, “You don’t have to do this, you know?”

He bent down to kiss the top of her head before leaning his chin over it, “As nervous as I am… I still wanna do it.” His fingers began to tickle her sides, laughing at the squeaky giggles that escaped her mouth, “Just ‘cause I’m not scared of bein’ open with ya.”

Hitting his biceps as a desperate plea for mercy, all Kagome could do was wiggle in his grasp as she struggled to escape the nonstop tickling. “And I’m-not-scared-“ she gasped out, “Of-hitting-you! Please!”

Inuyasha continued to tickle her, grinning madly at how cute she looked, “Or what?”

“I’ll bite you!” She cried loudly, groaning in frustration when all he did was laugh in reply.

Immediately he stopped tickling her sides and cupped her face in between his hands and stared at her with a toothy smirk, “Yer cute.”

She pouted at him while trying to regulate her breathing, “And you’re annoying.”

“Oh Kagome, you hurt my pride. Whatever shall I do?” He complained in mock hurt.

She poked his belly and grinned when he yelped from the sudden pain, “Big baby.”

“Yeah yeah,” he dismissed as he touched the water, immediately pulling back his arm from the boiling heat that touched his skin. “That’s hot as hell! You shower in that kinda water?!”

Raising an eyebrow, Kagome placed her hand underneath the flow of water and sighed as it warmed her up. “I do, yeah.”

His eyes widened at her in shock, “Ya didn’t even flinch.” He watched her shoulders shrug, smiling at him sheepishly and Inuyasha chuckled. “What a woman.”

Kagome bursted out laughing and decided to lower the heat of the water a bit for his comfort, “Oh just take your clothes off already!”

Inuyasha snorted, immediately removing his shirt and moving to take off his shorts. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He removed all of his clothes and teasingly gestured for Kagome to do the same, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. It made her roll her eyes, pretending to be annoyed by his playfulness, but as she undressed in front of him she couldn’t help but blush at the sudden exposure of her body.

Really, he’s seen her like this before, but for some reason it felt more revealing and unguarded this way. Without the blistering heat of the moment, where they feel nothing but carnal desire and need for each other, it just feels like a higher level of intimacy.

She caught his golden eyes on her, scanning her body slowly, and her breath hitched. His cheeks were flushed red, and it spread down his neck and chest, making him look like a little tomato.

“W-want to go in?” Her voice shook, completely failing her.

He’s looked at her this way many times before, but there was a new intensity building up between them that she couldn’t quite grasp, and every time his auburn eyes gazed at her she felt like she was on fire.

“You first,” Inuyasha rasped out, totally taken back by her beauty. To this day he has no idea how lucky he got, finding someone as beautiful as Kagome both inside and outside. She was like a dream, a woman you picture in your head that wasn’t real, someone so beautiful and ethereal that if she did exist; she would be completely untouchable.

And yet, Inuyasha had the opportunity to love her every single day, and he took every single chance to do that because she deserves it.

Nodding in response, she moved the shower curtain and stepped inside, the steam from the warm water kissing her skin and leaving dew drops on its surface. Inuyasha followed in afterwards, immediately shutting the curtain closed to prevent the heat from escaping more than it already has. The water was hitting Kagome’s back like a relaxing massage, and her face was heating up thanks to the water and the look in Inuyasha’s eyes.

“W-what do we do first?” He stuttered nervously, quietly cursing himself from how lame he just sounded.

Kagome smiled shyly at him and shrugged, “We take turns under the water, silly.” Slowly, she backed up to get under the rest of the shower head and closed her eyes. Allowing herself to relax, and forget for just a second that her boyfriend was watching her underneath the downpour of water. She let the water engulf her, completely soaking up her hair and wetting her skin.

While she stayed underneath the rinse, Inuyasha stared in awe; as if he was watching a goddess bathe underneath a waterfall. She seemed too delicate to touch, and he felt like he was seeing something he shouldn’t be. This act of showering together was incredibly personal, because you get to watch your partner and interrupt their alone time. However, a shameful and selfish part of him loved this, because he loves every single part of Kagome; whether it is physical, emotional, or mental. Knowing she feels comfortable enough to do this, trust him enough to partake in this moment, and share a new experience with each other touched his soul.

She was this beautiful, sweet creature that deserves to be worshipped and cared for; and he will make sure he does that, because he loves her more than anything else in the world.

Kagome emerged from underneath the water and wiped away at her face to remove the water droplets from her eyes. Her gaze fell on his and she blushed again, totally forgetting for a moment that he was in here with her. She briefly wondered if he had enjoyed watching her shower, but immediately shooed away the lewd thought. That’s a question she would ask him later, right now she just wanted to focus on this shared moment with him.

“Your turn,” she smiled at him.

His hands wrapped around hers as he pulled her in closely, their bare chests touching skin to skin. He shivered at the feeling of the water from her body touching his, and she laughed at his reaction.

“S’not funny,” he growled as he bent down to kiss her, muscular arms suddenly wrapping around her back to keep her stuck to him. He felt her arms snake around his neck as she kissed him back, it was slow and lazy; but held the same passionate that all of their kisses held.

Kagome pulled away from his lips first, smiling at him slyly before turning them around and gently pushing him underneath the shower head. He jumped in surprise from the heat of water and coughed.

“Kagome!” He laughed, “What happened to you wantin’ this to be ‘cute and intimate’?”

She giggled as she leaned back against the wet tiles, “I’m sorry! I didn’t meant to make you swallow any water!”

Inuyasha pushed his bangs back and grinned at her, the little fangs poking out of his mouth making him look malicious. “Come here and I’ll forgive ya!”

She shook her head, biting her lip in response, “Nope!”

“Wrong answer!” He yelled, gently grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into the water. She squealed, giggling like a madman as she held onto him, trying not to choke on water as he kissed her face and neck.

“We’re gonna stay in here forever if this keeps up!” She laughed, holding onto his arms tightly to not slip.

“I don’t see a problem with that,” Inuyasha replied huskily.

She gasped as he kissed her above her chest teasingly, he made sure he didn’t move lower; as tempting as it sounded, he wanted to keep this moment the way it was. Whatever happens when they get out of here, they’ll decide on that later, for now; he just wanted to enjoy this.

“Okay, okay!” Kagome reasoned, “If we’re going to be in here forever, we need to start using soap.” She gently tugged in his ear, “Which means no more kisses until after we rinse it off of us.”

Inuyasha’s lips landed on hers, kissing her languidly and fervently. Her back arched and her toes curled at the sensation, making their chests touch once again from the movement.

He pulled away and smirked at her, “I wanna wash ya.”

Her breath hitched as she nodded, “O-okay,” she replied. “I was going to ask you to, anyway.”

She backed away from the flow of water and handed Inuyasha her shampoo and conditioner bottles. The white bottles looked small in his hands, and she couldn’t help but think about how cute he looked. He squeezed out the contents onto his hand and rubbed them together, vanilla scented shampoo immediately kissing their noses. He motioned her to turn around, and once she did, he began to gently rub the shampoo into her hair. His claws were so gentle in her hair, the motions he did with his hands felt like a massage. Honestly, she could fall asleep with the way this felt; relaxing and de-stressing. The moment was gone too soon as he tapped her shoulder and told her it was time to rinse it off.

While she rinsed, he watched in bated breath at the beautiful woman before him. Truthfully, he wanted to pull her back in and kiss her senseless, but he knew better than to interrupt her during a shower. She just looked so incredible like this, naked and bare before him, and all he wanted to do was keep her close to him and hold her.

“Okay,” her voice echoed in the bathroom. “Time for conditioner?”

He nodded and they repeated the process, careful hands rubbing the contents into her hair and tapping her shoulder once again to alert her to rinse. However, she bent down and handed him her strawberry body wash, telling them that he can now wash her body too.

Inuyasha gulped, completely nervous and flustered, and began to spread the soap around her body. He rubbed at her arms and back, briefly taking a break to massage her shoulders since they were now slippery with soap. Afterwards, he spread the soap throughout the rest of her body, blushing madly when his hands touched certain parts of her that he loved to caress. Selfishly, he spent a little more attention on her chest, soaking in the little gasps and sounds she made whenever his fingers grazed over a certain spot.

While he continued to wash her body with her back against his chest, he tilted her chin towards his lips and kissed her. His hands rubbing soap against her chest and stomach, feeling every twitch from the muscles in her stomach and swallowing every gasp from her lips with his mouth.

Once satisfied with his work, he tapped on her tummy to let her know that she can now rinse off the soap and conditioner. Grinning to himself proudly at the look of bliss on his girlfriends face.

Kagome’s legs were shaking as she cleaned off the soap, doing her best to calm herself down after the intense intimacy they had just shared. After all the soap was gone, she stepped out of the water and pecked Inuyasha’s chest. “Okay Mr, it’s my turn now. Go wet your hair again.”

Inuyasha raised his hands in defense, “Yes ma’am,” he laughed.

After his long, silver hair was soaked in water again Kagome went to work. Spreading around the shampoo into his hair and gently massaging her fingers into his scalp, hopefully the movement allows him to relax for a little. He made her feel so relaxed, all she could do was hope that she could make him feel that way too.

While her hands massaged his scalp, Inuyasha closed his eyes and let go of everything around him; completely focusing on this current feeling. It felt so good, it was like he was on cloud nine. Her fingers moved against him so gently, as if he was this fragile thing that could break. There was a feeling bubbling in his chest as she continued her ministrations, and he pushed it back as best as he could.

“Go rinse,” her soft voice cooed, pulling him out of his trance.

Reluctantly he moved forward into the water, rinsing off the shampoo from his hair. He felt little hands tugging behind him as Kagome had gone ahead to help him clean his hair.

“Baby, what are ya doin’?” Inuyasha chuckled, “You’ve done enough.”

Kagome shook her head, forgetting that he couldn’t see her, “I want to do it.”

He let her, because who was he to tell her no? They were aware that he could do it on his own, and yet here she was, gently cleaning out the soap from his hair.

“You hair is so long, it needs conditioner.” She laughed, “Come back here so I can put some on.”

He listened to her and relished in the feeling of her hands in his hair again, practically falling asleep standing up as she did so. The tugging on his hair stopped, but before he could pout from how much he missed her hands in his hair, her small hands were on his back as she scrubbed him.

She was so gentle as she did it, using her body to rub some of the soap onto his, and her hands to reach other areas. Slender hands smoothed out and glided across his chest and stomach, leaving him extremely soapy there. Inuyasha couldn’t help but laugh, knowing good and well that she was enjoying himself just as much as he was.

When he went to rinse, she helped him out as well, wanting to be as close to him as she possibly could. With all of these new feelings, that feeling started bubbling up again in his gut, and he blinked away tears that formed in his eyes.

Kagome noticed the change in his face and stopped, moving to cup his cheeks instead and looking into his eyes. “Inuyasha?”

“I’m fine,” he reassured her, wrapping his arms around her once again. “You’re too good to me.”

Kagome smiled, moving to leave a little kiss on his chest. “I could say the same thing about you.”

Under the flow of water, Inuyasha bent down to meet her lips once again. They kissed until she was pressed up against the cold, wet tile. With her small hands tucked into silver hair while his clawed ones held her waist.

“Thank you,” he told her as he pulled away. “Yer the most incredible thing to ever happen to me.”

Kagome leaned up to kiss his lips in a chaste kiss, “Thank you for sharing this moment with me.”

“Let’s do it again tomorrow,” Inuyasha replied huskily, kissing her neck in feverish speed.

Kagome tilted her head against the wall to expose her neck, breathing out slowly, “Somebody’s excited,” she teased.

Inuyasha chuckled into her neck, “Baby, if we ever manage to get out of this bathroom, I’ll show ya just how excited I am.”

He continued to kiss her as she squealed, the warmth of the water hitting his back as he kissed her for everything that she was worth; and then some more.

#inukag week #inukag #inuyasha #kagome #inukagxkagome #intimacy #fan fiction #inukag fan fiction #inukag fan fic #one shot #fluff #inukago #inuyasha x kagome #inukagweek

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@conjurerandking || Continued from here

Sometime during the night, Loki had drifted asleep. Against his original thought of staying up all night. The fire had burnt out just as the sun began to rose, he knew it would be time to go soon. Her voice coaxed him awake, and he stretched on his back, yawning hugly before closing his eyes again and laid there for a moment. “Mmm.. you’re right.” He muttered.

Loki eventually opened his eyes again, sitting up to see her next to him, and he smiled warmly at her. Oh to wake up to her in a sunlit room, white linens that just felt like clouds upon their skin. What did she look like under all of that heavy cotton and leather? He bent his leg before thinking too long about it, and moved to stand, offering a hand down to her. “Come, we should go, now. And hopefully the crew made it through the night…” He said softly, helping her to her feet. “My magic will hide us, so long as you stay by my side. They still have sight of the other illusions I created, right now that is using all of the energy I can muster. They are a far ways from us.”

Loki began to climb over the rocks, getting them out from behind the waterfall, first and back onto the trails leading through the jungle.

Elizabeth trailed behind Loki, following his footsteps like a lost puppy, her mind clearly in far-off places. One minute she was thinking about her past and the other minute praying they would be fast enough. But what seemed to trouble her even more was the fact that the arrow had pointed towards the man before her, now carefully taking calculated steps through the jungle with such elegance. Was she starting to develop feelings for him, or did she, just like he suggested, needed to see it as a fleeting thing. Her fingers traced the veins of the wooden exterior of Jack’s compass, contemplating if she misread its directions and perhaps, if she took another look, it would lead her towards the tribe’s prisoners. That got her wondering, did she actually need to rely on the compass? The God of Mischief seemed to know perfectly well which path to follow.

“You seem pretty confident about where we should go.” She finally stated in a hushed voice. Though, after last night she was certain more surprises would follow. She released a deep breath then sucked in the humid air.

The heat today was tempered by a cool breeze, an unworldly rain most likely approaching. The rest of their walk she was alert. Focused eyes observed her surrounding, like a deer looking out for predators. She almost didn’t noticed how the tall man had halted his steps so abruptly. She followed his gaze. There they were. The pirates captured in a cage and not too far away a huge campfire was blazing brightly, lighting up the nearby branches of trees, painting them in shades of orange and yellows. Horror crossed her features when she realized what the cage was made of. Skulls and bones, human bones. Instinctively she held on to the back of Loki’s shirt, either to maintain her cool or her balance. How many of them were gone? Who was sitting on that throne? Jack, Jack was sitting on the throne. Why was he sitting there? His face painted in a peculiar way, but that wasn’t what managed to capture her attention. The necklace with six different colored stones did. They were mesmerizing.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to understand the situation. “I think, they worship him?” she whispered in disbelieve. Nobody, besides Loki, the remaining crew, Jack and herself were present. Was this a trap or should they consider it cheer luck? However, nobody made an attempt to run away, not even Jack, the master of escaping unfortunate situations. Her gaze shifted towards Loki. “Please, do tell me, you have been planning a miraculous rescue plan.” Ow, they were treading on dangerous ground. They barely survived last time, if they didn’t move with caution, this entire situation could change for the worst.

Elizabeth turned around when she heard leaves rustle. She caught her breath and pressed her back against his when she took a step backwards. The same people from last night stared at them so intently. “I do recall, you telling me, nobody could see us... correct?” She whispered barely audible. “We’re not going to be overly fond of what follows” She said while unsheathing her sword. “I suggest you focus on setting free the crew while I keep them at bay.”

She prepared herself for battle, but unlike their first encounter, this time they showed no aggression. They simply walked closer and closer until there was no distance left between them. They started to communicate in a language she couldn’t understand, exchanging looks and after that they started to touch their hair, their skin, inspect their clothes, the weapons they were holding, like they needed some kind of confirmation that they were really there. They showed special interest in the half god. It was almost like they could sense that he was different from the rest of them. “Loki?” Elizabeth whispered hesitantly, silent enough so the others couldn’t hear her pronounce his actual name. She tried to meet his eyes, hoping to read some kind of approval to start a fight.

#Loki & Elizabeth #Infinity Stones #V: a burden to bear

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clockwork-dinosaur · 1 year

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a introduction fic for my Gym Leader OC Beau! they're a bit of an asshole and i love them, i hope you will too uwu

~1.7k words, no content warnings. also this is the first time i've written anything related to Pokémon so Any feedback is welcome!

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The stadium roared louder than any Pokemon and twice as wild. Packed stands moved in frantic rhythm, hundreds of flags and banners flapping like wings in a storm. Under the harsh lights on the massive field, entirely in his element, Beau smirked at the Trainer in front of them. Their eyes were locked, determined gazes meeting past the flapping leathery wings of Beau’s Noivern and the dark, fiery aura of the Trainer’s Chandelure. Noivern’s left leg was pulled close to its body, singed and smarting. Beau’s eye twitched when the hit had landed and burned his partner, but it was nothing that couldn’t be healed.

Revenge, however, would be severe. Noivern could take the hit, as could the other Pokemon still at their side, waiting to swoop in and crush this kid’s last two Pokemon.

“Noivern!” Beau called clearly, the sureness of winning carried in the lilt of their voice, “Use Wing Attack!”

The winged Pokemon looked back and met Beau’s eyes, his own determination reflected back through the years-long bond they’ve shared with only a glance. Noivern seemed to hover in breathless stillness for a moment as it drew its wings wide, before its muscles tensed and the thin membranes caught the air, sending blades of wind at the hapless Chandelure. Its flames flickered as it was buffeted by the air.

A critical hit!

The Trainer looked horrified as their Pokemon fell to the ground- dulled, dizzy, and defeated. Beau barked out a laugh.

“C’mon kid, I know you’ve got one more! Can’t run away now!”

The trainer looked up with a glare, and sent out their final Pokemon- Cinderace. The stadium went nuts. A fan favorite for sure, and one that gave Beau pause. His strategy was always to call back his Pokemon when their health dropped too low, something that often caught the challengers off guard and gave his battles an air of intrigue- it kept everyone including his opponent on their toes, and allowed him to use his dual-types to his advantage when his opponent least expected it.

Noivern was already burnt, and its wing beats were beginning to falter. Another fiery hit and it might faint. Corviknight was at a steep disadvantage, and even weaker besides- it would take hours to preen those burnt feathers as it was. Hawlucha had fainted at the hands of a Togedemaru, an upsetting and infuriating upset. Talonflame or Swoobat might get a hit in if they swapped in now, but it was risky- as fast as they were, Cinderace could be faster.

The rabbit Pokemon hopped back and forth, waving its arms and riling up the crowd as Beau deliberated. It would come down to whose Pokemon was faster- mostly.

Of course, they hadn’t forgotten what would really turn the tide.

A wry grin spread across their face as the Dynamax power gathered in their wristband, built into their gray falconer's glove like a centerpiece. Noivern, still burnt but with fierce determination in its eyes, receded into the growing Pokeball. They rubbed the ball affectionately and threw it high

Noivern burst from the Pokeball, its wings unfurling to block out the sun above the stadium. Its eyes glowed like flares and pierced the humans below, drenching them in golden light. Red mist gathered around its rounded concave ears and seemed to spill down its furred back, to be stirred up again by its massive wings that spanned the width of the stadium. With a cry that drowned out the frantic cheers, Noivern unleashed its power.

Speed was well trained in their Pokemon, and Noivern wasted no time in stirring up a whirling current of air before the other trainer had a chance to act. The Cinderace was lifted off its fuzzy little feet and swept clear across the stadium.

To Beau’s surprise, however, it stayed standing.

Barely.

They watched with a sneer as the other trainer gathered their Dynamax energies and sent their giant Cinderace out as well. Its massive ears seemed to part the red fog and twitch in time with the rhythmic chanting of the spectators.

Beau all but growled as the Cinderace sent a firestorm at Noivern, engulfing it in flames. As the flames died down, Noivern tilted to one side, then the other, before finally falling to the ground, singed and unconscious.

“I’m sorry, mate,” Beau said quietly, as Noivern retreated into its Pokeball to rest and recover.

The opposing trainer was jumping up and down as the crowd cheered. Cinderace, still battered, raised its arms in triumph.

Beau began to snicker, then laugh outright. The kid turned with an annoyed and confused expression, and Beau only laughed harder, more meanly.

“I’m not done here!” they said airily. Their choices were limited, but not expended; with little thought but revenge, Beau sent out Swoobat. It blinked in the bright lights and up at the Dynamaxed Cinderace across the field from it. It gave Beau an uncertain look, ears drooped forward in nervousness.

“You can do this!” they encouraged, and Swoobat seemed to gather itself. It was a relative newcomer to Beau’s team, but one that had quickly found its place, both strategically and in their heart. Beau genuinely believed in Swoobat’s abilities.

Swoobat was already injured, however- it certainly wouldn’t withstand enough hits to make leading with Future Sight worthwhile. Beau narrowed his eyes and pointed.

“Swoobat, use Psychic!”

Energy gathered around the fuzzy bat, warping the space around it and radiating power that seemed impossible for its size.

“Yeah! You got it!” Beau shouted, as the attack landed.

Another critical hit!

Cinderace seemed to explode. In its already weakened state, Swoobat’s attack coming from a place of wanting to make Beau proud was just enough to defeat the opposing trainer’s Pokemon.

Swoobat circled Beau ecstatically as they approached the dejected trainer. The kid looked up at them with wide and watery eyes.

“It’s only gonna get harder from here,” they said, sneering. “My advice? Give it up, ‘kay?”

With that, they turned on their heel and walked away to the sound of thousands of shouts, jeers, and cheers.

“You gotta go easier on those kids, mate. Your bitterness is showing.”

Beau refused to look up to greet the owner of that familiar, gravely voice. The cozy little restaurant was full after the match, the tellies showing highlights from that day’s events. Wins, losses, and impressive plays from all across Galar were discussed and picked apart ad infinitum. His own battle was often referenced, to his delight. Eyes were on them, and as they picked at their chips they were playing it cool.

Piers, however, had no need to play, and they both knew it. It ruffled Beau’s feathers, so to speak. The other gym leader sat across from them in their corner booth and leveled an exhausted look in their direcion, one that Beau met with a smirk.

“It’s a challenge for a reason, innit?” they responded flippantly. “Besides, shouldn’t you be celebrating too? I defeated a Dynamax Pokemon with a regular old Pokemon, isn’t that your whole shtick?”

“No,” he responded dully. “My shtick is makin’ sure this league runs smooth as it can, just as yours should be.”

Beau raised their hands sarcastically. “Pardon me for making things interesting and not throwing the match whenever the kid looks pathetic. You goin’ to Raihan next and tellin’ him to ease up too?”

“You know right well that Rihan ain’t pullin’ the same stunts you are,” Piers shot back, pointing a thin finger at Beau and meeting their eyes. “Look mate, I’m one of the only gym leaders left who can stand to talk to you for more than a minute, yeah? So listen here- you play by the rules and start flyin’ right, or you’re off the circuit. Simple as.”

Beau glared. “It isn’t my fault my strategy works. I’m breaking no rules, used no items, nothin’ under the table. You get away with your gym being a dead zone, I’m bein’ just as creative!”

Piers crossed his arms. “When’s the last time a trainer came back for a rematch?”

“Dunno. I don’t bother to remember any of ‘em.

“None,” Piers said. “They don’t come back to try again when they lose to you. An’ the few that win? They’re miserable in their interviews, can’t even enjoy their wins after your tantrums.”

Beau blinked slowly at Piers, resting their chin in their hand. “So?”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Is there something wrong with being the best Gym Leader in Galar?”

“Bein’ the best Gym Leader isn’t about winnin’, mate. It’s about playing the same game and making things interesting for everyone. Not just you.”

Beau scoffed. “Can’t say I’d find it very interesting if every kid who rolled in with a Wooloo became Champion, but I suppose you’re right, mate- it isn’t just all for me. Might be then that I’ll just collect a flock of Pidove and let ‘em get zapped so I’m a real team player, yeah?”

“You know bloody well that isn’t what I meant,” Piers said darkly. “Watch yourself, got it? Only a matter of time before the season ends and Gyms get evaluated in the off-season. You’ve skated by this long, but your attitude’s gotten real rotten this time ‘round. One freak to another- you gotta show some sportsmanship ‘fore you’re voted out.”

Piers stood without giving Beau a chance to respond. They glared at his retreating back and pushed back the shadows that seemed to close in to fill the void he left.

Despite Beau’s needling, Piers’s warning turned over in their mind. They liked being a Gym Leader. The showmanship, the challenge, and– naturally– the wins. They trained hard with their Pokemon, spent hours upon hours a day training and caring for them. A large part of their drive to win was to give them that chance to show off, to be seen and praised and applauded alongside himself. If they were to lose that, they weren’t sure what they would do.

But, to sacrifice themself, to shrink down and recede into the background… it wasn’t something they were even sure how to do, let alone for tens of hundreds of kids and the millions of watching fans that packed the stadiums and stayed glued to their screens every season. They wouldn’t shave off an inch of themself for anyone.

Angry and annoyed, Beau left the cheery warmth of the restaurant for the cool night air that seemed more in line with their thoughts.

#writing #OC: gym leader beau #OCs #fic #queue #i'm really proud of this overall ;w; please read and leave feedback if you can

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the-faultofdaedalus · 3 years

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I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying.

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother.

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

Thyme wakes up in a clearing she recognizes well. Her mother is not there.

The house she had grown up in is a pile of logs on the ground, destroyed and broken and in disarray, and Thyme is afraid. She calls for her mother, once, twice, and then rolls up her sleeves and begins the trek towards town.

Her home is not here, she has neither her bow nor her knife, and if she means to figure out what happened she needs supplies. People are always in need of a witch, she knows, and her mother taught her long ago the value of a silver tongue.

Except.

She walks out of the woods, and the town is... different. Smaller. The mill she knew so fondly, that she used to climb in with the other children of the village, isn’t there.

There’s no indication it was ever there, and all at once, Thyme realizes what the ritual was for.

It was a time-spell, and now she is in the past. The house is in ruins because her mother has not repaired it yet, the mill is gone because it has not been built yet.

She is here, because...

She does not know.

And now, it is up to her to take care of herself.

She learns the date from the villagers, gets herself a room at the inn and a good hot meal in exchange for looking at the innkeeper’s son, who has been wracked with cough for weeks now, apparently.

His face is one Thyme knows, one that in her days were covered in wrinkles and laugh-lines, and as she goes back out into the woods to collect the herbs she needs to cure the boy, she thinks.

The boy will take the inn over from his father, and he will always welcome Thyme’s mother in with open arms for saving him when he was a child. Either the story had been wrong, or Thyme has already broken things.

Thyme does not know which one she fears more.

She waits in the village for a full turn of the moon for her mother to come. She knows that this is when she should have come in to town. She knows that she should show up here, any day.

The boy’s cough gets better and when it’s gone completely Thyme buys herself a knife at the blacksmith’s and returns to the woods, to the clearing she calls home. Hands on her hips, she surveys the once-cottage, and makes a plan.

The house takes a long time to build. She buys an axe, makes a bow, and sleeps under the stars while the house is very slowly built back up. Walls, roof, floors, and then a fireplace, big and wide enough to fit a cauldron, built from special bluestone she hauls from a nearby hill one lump at a time, all the better to brew inside.

Mama, she thinks wryly, you better be grateful for this.

She hunts for herself, mostly, snares rabbits and shoots down deer, strips them of their skin, treats it and leaves the fur out to dry. They’ll be good blankets, a good winter cloak, someday. She knows what plants she can eat, what plants will be good, and she survives. She builds.

She does not tell the villagers her name, and they know her only as “the witch.”

Thyme eventually stops waiting for her mother. She watches herself in the mirror, and aches at how much they look the same. How much she’s turning out like her mother.

She helps the villagers, occasionally travels further to heal illnesses in other villages, but mostly stays to herself, in the woods, collecting books and herbs and the house grows more and more as she remembers it. Her hair, that used to be so dark, raven’s hair, her mother would say, braiding it back for her before she learned to do it herself, gets shot through with white and goes grey.

There’s wrinkles on her face that didn’t used to be there.

Thyme stops waiting, and becomes the witch of the these woods.

And then.

The King and Queen of these lands show up at her door, and they are holding a baby girl.

Please, they say, We need a son. Give us a son.

And Thyme, who now has a scar on her cheek from a branch whipping at her too fast to avoid, who knows that her mother had had the same scar, looks at the baby, meets her eyes, and knows that they are her eyes.

I’ll give you a son, Thyme tells them, as if through a trance, but the cost will be your daughter.

They agree, as she knew they would, and she makes a boy out of clay and wood and she remembers learning how to make constructs like these with her mother, she breaths life into it and sends it off with the King and Queen and she holds their baby in her arms.

Black hair. Dark eyes. A quiet baby, who looks up at her with a solemness that Thyme’s not entirely sure babies are supposed to have.

Hello, little one, Thyme says, holds out her finger for the baby to grasp, feels her voice crack down the centre like a burnt-out log when the infant holds her finger in her chubby little hand.

She’s a princess. This baby is a princess, and this baby is her, and her mother has never existed. She knows all these things now, but the thing that she knows most strongly is that she will protect this child, and not only because this child is her.

(It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother telling her, it is alright to take things for yourself. You do not need to give yourself away, remember that.)

She has to build a crib and cradle for the baby, and until it’s finished, until she knows that the birchwood and blanket is as comfortable as it can be, she sleeps with the baby -- with Thyme, her name will be Thyme, and she smiles as she thinks it -- on her chest.

She goes into the village, walking through the woods as baby Thyme looks at the trees and the plants with wide eyes, brings her to a farmer who has raised three girls, knocks at her door, and says, help me.

The witch doesn’t know how to care for a child, and she is going to learn. She must learn.

The farmer helps her gladly, something in her eyes that tells the witch that she misses having children, that however much she loves her girls, grown and adventurous, sun-browned and strong from working the fields with her mother, she misses caring for an infant.

She learns how to make formula out of goat’s milk, how to burp the baby, how to change and wash her. She learns how to tell why the baby might be crying -- even though baby Thyme rarely cries, prefers to watch the world with her big, dark eyes -- and how to fix what might be wrong.

She sits with the farmer as Thyme plays with a doll carved from a cow’s bone, and learns how to thresh wheat.

The farmer never asks where the baby came from, but does remark how alike they look, that Thyme looks just like her mother, and the witch smiles at that.

Thyme seems to grow quickly, learning to crawl, and then to toddle around while hanging off the furniture, and the witch cries at Thyme’s first, unsteady and unsupported steps, even as she builds high shelves into the rafters of her home so that Thyme won’t end up eating things she shouldn’t.

The witch takes Thyme into the village more and more, first in a bag tucked up close against her chest, and when Thyme grows more, holding her hand as she runs through the woods as fast as her little legs will carry her. Every time Thyme runs off to bring back a flower, the witch feels a surge of fondness she refuses to suppress.

The mill is built, and the witch watches as Thyme runs off to play with the other village kids, brave and fearless and so, so curious.

She teaches Thyme her first charm when the girl is eight, and Thyme takes to the craft like she takes to memorizing the names and uses of plants, like she takes to a bow and knife, like she takes to books, exactly as the witch knew she would.

Sometimes, the witch hates the lie she’s made Thyme into. She agonizes over it, over she should tell the girl her true parentage, should spill this secret like a cut bag of wheat, but--

She does not want Thyme to know that she was traded away so easily. She does not want Thyme to know that to her birth parents, she was worthless.

She asks, though. Asks, do you want to be like the girls in the books? a princess? and is warmed to the core when Thyme answers no.

Yes, the witch had known what she had answered. Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her life, her studies, the woods, her home.

(Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her mother, because the witch loved her mother. She knows this, and still, she asks.)

The witch teaches Thyme how to make constructs, how to animate them, is proud beyond words when on her fifth try, casting over a wood skeleton covered in clay, the shape of a rabbit, the thing shivers to life, and hops over to push it’s nose into Thyme’s outstreached hands, the girl beaming so brightly that the witch thinks the woods might be glowing with it. The rabbit-construct is lumpy, and uneven, it’s movements slow and unnatural, and she has not yet taught Thyme how to cast the illusion spell onto it that will make it look real, and alive, but Thyme looks so happy that the witch nearly, nearly, forgets her guilt at the purpose of this spell.

Thyme grows, first into a teen, skinny and narrow from how she had shot taller like a willow tree, bony and sharp and lean, and into a woman, growing broad from good food and hard work, takes to hiking into the woods for days at a time with only her knife and her bow and a pouch of herbs, returns home with wild hair the witch combs out for her as Thyme tells her of her adventures.

It matters not that the witch knows all of these stories, knows them because she lived them herself, when she was a girl. She listens to her daughter, dragging the comb through her tangled hair, asks about the falls she found, the cliffs, the animals, the herbs, makes sure that Thyme knows that she will be listened to, that she deserves to be listened to. She listens, because she knows that no matter how much Thyme loves going on these adventures, she also loves coming home, and sharing in these simple, cozy moments.

Winter comes. With the cold comes a grief, a guilt, that weighs heavy on the witch’s heart. She begins preparing for the ritual, for the time-spell that will send her daughter backwards and into loneliness and into the position to save herself from what her true parents would force her to become, backwards to learn the truth, backwards to become her.

She knows why she must do this. She has scryed on her construct, the prince, the soon-to-be-king, every moon since she sent him away and took herself in his place. She sees what he has grown into, she sees what the power has done to him, she sees and she knows that she and her daughter would have suffered greatly in that role. She sees him make hard choices.

She sees him go to war.

She sees the illusion she cast over branch and clay bleed. She sees him, bandages around his torso, arm hanging awkwardly by his side, leave the castle, and wade into the lake outside of it’s walls. She sees the clay in the lakebed melt towards him, heal the wounds, make him fit to wield a sword the very next day.

She does not want that. She does not want that for her daughter.

It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother saying to her, remembers saying to her Thyme, bleeding for others is a gift. It is valued, but it is up to you to give it.

Spring comes. Reedy plants are tended into a circle. Summer comes. Fires are burned over the dirt, ash mixed with soil. Fall comes. The heart of a boar is buried under the circle, placed to rest with gentle words. The witch and her daughter, Thyme and Thyme, stand together, hands raised, looking at each other.

The witch whispers, I’m sorry.

And her daughter disappears.

#my writing #original writing #witches #fairy tale #HOLY SHIT I STARTED WRITING THIS A LONG-ASS TIME AGO #anyways. here's thyme.

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dewdrop-writes · 2 years

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Oooooo can we get the other nations's/archons' reactions to zhongli and god's union?

LOVE YOUR WORK BOO!

THANK YOU BOO <3

I've been thinking about writing this for a while, I was suggested it before as well - I'm taking this as a sign to finally. write it lmao I swear this blog is slowly becoming a Zhongli simp blog i swear i like other characters too-

Ps: this ended up focusing more on Zhongli and the Creator but. I might make separate lil things delving more into the emotions of Venti and Ei later down the line!

Related to this and this fic!

cw: mention of past injury

Length: 2 k

An unwelcome ambush

Word travels fast.

Especially so, when all of Liyue was practically flaunting your presence within it, throwing countless celebrations in your name, and busily making preparations for your impending union with the Geo Archon.

Patron of Geo.

They would name you as such, adoration lacing their voices as they sang praise for you.

Anyone would be proud to be the nation chosen by the Creator. The being above all beings.

So, word traveled fast indeed.

News reached Mondstadt first - being a neighbouring nation of Liyue, connected in all matters of trade and politics. It was only a matter of time before the winds carried over news of the creator taking up residence in Liyue.

Of the creator being forsaken by other nations and only being given aid by the land of contracts.

Venti was quick to panic, gathering up the best of the knights of Favonius and urging them to accompany him to visit the creator. To plead for forgiveness for turning their back on them. Lavish offerings were gathered - anything you might enjoy packaged in the finest chests - anything to show the Creator they meant well.

It took a little longer for the news to reach the unattainable lands of eternity - the Raiden's fury over the imposter and their unexplainable escape lead to large, angry storms of lightning that rocked the sea around it ferociously.

Still - the whispers of the true Creator finally reached her. She failed to connect the dots between this so called imposter and the Creator - simply baffled over why they'd choose to stay in Liyue of all nations.

That being said, she was quick to make arrangements to visit them personally. To tell them of her relentless attempts to avenge them, to eradicate the imposter daring to wear their face and name.

Liyue was decorated lavishly - streets filled with joyous people - red decor with the symbols of happiness all around. People of all ages and stations were busy buying gifts and offerings for The Creator, and the city sung with glee that radiated off the prosperous nation in waves.

Not one frown could be in the oceans of people, all too preoccupied to pay mind to the foreigners entering the city. At least, the regular citizens were.

Morax had been quick to station adepti all around Liyue, to ensure the safety of his beloved Creator. And word travels fast.

The palace was guarded dutifully by the Milileth, keeping the excited masses at bay as they all eagerly awaited the appearance of the Creator.

It was a joyous day, after all.

Among the celebrating crowds, the Archon of Anemo and Archon of Electro were watching in confusion, feeling the energy of their God radiate from the palace in waves but unable to approach. It left them standing by idly with their entourage, waiting with bated breath for whatever the crowds had gathered there for.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of their god.

Slowly, dreadfully so, the doors of the balcony overlooking the town square peeked open.

Your beautiful form - cloaked in red robes - golden embellishings gleaming in the sun and giving you a divine glow - stepped out to face the eager masses. Beside you - a man, dressed in a similar manner - followed suite, his fingers laced with yours in a gentle hold.

Horns poking out from under neatly combed strands of burnt umber hair - long and tied into a neat, yet simple style.

Your divine face - a glistening expression of addicting joy upon it - was focused on the man - the archon beside you as you leaned onto him gently.

The Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing stepped out to the square, wearing attire more formal than usual and her guarded expression melted away to reveal a sincere smile.

"We have all gathered here today to celebrate the union of our beloved Creator - and their consort - Rex Laps," she announced, her words followed by cheering from the masses.

Gently, you waved at the people, your lips moving to flash your toothy smile as your ring glinted proudly in the sun. Morax gently caressed your hand and brought it to his lips.

His very own matching ring was clear to all witnesses.

Venti felt his heart sink upon the sight. Upon seeing you in the arms of another archon - the oldest and most viscous in his prime years. The strings of his heart were pulled taunt, shattering with an off-key wail upon his chest. He felt his knees weaken under him as he recalled your face - desperate and bruised as you asked, no, begged for asylum. For help from his nation.

And he had turned you away.

Perhaps, he thought bitterly, it might be him kissing your knuckles - him you looked at with adoring eyes as you announced your union to the crowds, had he not turned his back on you.

There was a bitter taste on his tongue.

No, he was not worthy of your love.

But neither was Morax.

Ei watched in horror as you allowed the beastly man - his nails replaced with amber claws - sharp horns prodding from his head - to lovingly caress you.

She could not allow for such an union.

Not when she had been so loyal. So dedicated to honoring you that she left her own plane to deal with a foul imposter for you.

No.

She would not allow this.

Two archons stormed past the armed Milileth after the formal ending of the wedding ceremony - followed by their companions - all wielding strong visions and weapons that made no attempt to refrain from intimidating the guards.

What was a mere mortal to two archons and their powerful companions?

You were seated in the lounge, resting delicately upon the plush sofa beside your beloved, sharing soothing tea as you enjoyed each others' company. Your hands delicately stroked his, admiring each ridge of his claws and the gentle expression within his gaze was enough to send you over the moon.

"Are you sure you want to be tied to someone like me?" Zhongli asked quietly, his thumb caressing your hand in return as your gaze met his.

"Don't be silly. Of course I do," you replied quietly, gently pressing your forehead to his.

It was a moment of pure, peaceful bliss.

And then, the doors swung open with a heavy bang.

You jumped, heart suddenly racing as your body jerked, knocking over your porcelain cup and shattering it upon the floor in a deafening sound - shards and steaming tea flying across the room.

Zhongli stiffened, his arm quick to move in front of you, ready to pounce on whoever dared to frighten his beloved.

When his eyes met with the violent violet within the Raiden's gaze, he saw red. The ever-carefree bard with a hardened expression stood behind her, adding fuel to the flames.

"How dare you disturb the creator - or even show your face around them, after what you've done?" he roared, slowly rising to his feet as you stared at the two in shock. Your eyes were glued to the Electro Archon, tremors running through your frame as you relived the memory of lightning coursing through your body violently - threatening to tear up your insides in burning agony.

"How dare I?" Ei exclaimed, her eyes glowing with the rage of a thunderstorm.

"You kept our Creator hidden so you could manipulate them into making you their consort!" The accusations flew harshly across the room, echoing off of every surface and ringing in your ears.

Instinctively, you squeezed your eyes shut, reminded of her anger directed at you.

"I was protecting them from you." Zhongli's voice lowered as he saw your reactions, however they were laced with no less malic.

"You almost killed them - accusing them of being an imposter."

A heavy silence hung across the room, thick and suffocating. You felt yourself getting a little faint as you wished you were anywhere else.

"What...?" Ei's eyes drifted to you slowly, a cold fear igniting in the pit of her stomach.

It couldn't be...

Your sleeves had shifted up as you'd dropped your cup, revealing your forearm.

Your forearm that bore jagged marks, like golden ink on wet paper - bleeding out into painful lightning bolts.

Scars she had imposed upon you herself.

Her legs gave out under her - her prideful figure collapsing onto its knees as she stared at you in horror. Stared as you wrapped your arms around yourself - eyes darting towards possible exits - possible ways to get away from her.

She wanted to scream.

To beg.

To allow apologies to fall from her lips in worship until her throat was raw - bleeding from exertion.

But she could do no such thing - her words stuck in her throat behind a heavy, painful lump that cut off her air.

Venti took this as an opportunity to surge forward like a stray gust of wind, gracefully kneeling before you and looking up at you with his sweetest expression.

Sweet like the almond aroma of cyanide.

Pearly teeth of a snake.

"Your grace, I'm so sorry," he whispered, tears brimming in his own eyes as he stared into yours.

"My behavior towards you was uncouth and unforgivable. I should never have behaved the way I did -I don't know what came over-"

His incessant rambling was cut off by Zhongli stepping in front of him, blocking you from his view.

With threateningly glowing eyes and sharp, deadly horns - he stared down the two disgraced archons with the full fury of a dragon - his tail swiftly flickering from side to side.

"Leave." He ordered, his deep voice seemingly rattling the ground beneath the palace.

Silence fell upon the room, no one moving an inch.

That is, until you rose from the sofa.

Your hand gently rested on Zhongli's bicep, trying to hide the way it trembled.

"Leave, please," you whispered under your breath, but the two archons kneeling before you heard you loud and clear.

"I have no wish to see either of you."

With a shaky inhale, you turned and exited the room, your beautiful crimson robes dipped in gold dragging behind you.

Zhongli glowered at the two, unafraid to remind them of his days as Morax, the god of war.

"Don't ever approach my beloved again without their consent. Or you will both risk sending your nations to war." He turned to follow where you had headed.

"And trust me, I know war," he called out over his shoulder, before parting in order to find you.

He was sure the Yaksha stationed outside the room would deal with them swiftly - making sure their presence no longer tainted Liyue.

Once you reached your bedroom, you allowed yourself to crumble onto the bed - paying no mind to the beautiful robes - how they might crease or stain.

No - you simply needed to allow your tears to flow loosely. To allow your body to shake in a might comparable to the earth. Your eyes wound shut tightly - all you could see was the lightning and the very sea you'd almost drowned in.

The pain. The fear. The pain. The fear. The panic. The cold. The numbness. The sleep-

The gentle, warm hands wrapping themselves around you. Stroking your hair gently. Warm lips pressing kisses upon your temple.

The familiar scent of sandalwood infused in lemon wafted across the room, as you finally opened your eyes.

Morax nuzzled your neck gently, his arms wrapped around your figure protectively.

"I'm sorry...I..."

He hushed you gently.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my dearest. They were in the wrong for daring to try and ambush you like this." He pressed a gentle kiss upon your nose.

"I'll make sure the guard is doubled. And I'll make sure you never see them again unless you want to."

Your lips quirked upwards a little.

"Thank you, Zhongli," you whispered into his chest.

The familiar, soothing rumble of his chest was all you needed to calm your racing heart.

"Anything for you, my grace. Anything for my beloved."

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin cult au #genshin x reader #self aware genshin #yandere zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli x gn!reader #morax x reader #morax

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bloodykora · 2 years

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Sunburnt Baby

In my drunk glory of last week, I forgot I wrote this. I wanted to do the aftermath of Say You'll be Maztak and sunburnt Rory.

MBAV Masterlist

“Ow!” Rory yelps, flinching away from you. “Sorry.” “Who would have guessed the sun could do this much damage to a vampire?” Ethan says, massaging his temples.

“All it takes is an attractive substitute and yall get hypnotized.” You comment, spreading aloe and bandages on Rory. “Hey, it’s not our fault Ms. Luscha was smoking! Pun not intended.” Benny whines. “I wish they had a manual for when you turn. All mighty and powerful except getting sunburnt is so much worse then when you're human.” Rory complains and rightfully so.

“I’m honestly surprised no one else got burnt like you did Ror. Not everyday does the sun rise over 10 degrees.” “I feel like I should thank you, Erica and Sarah again.” Ethan says. You just shrug, still dabbing gently at Rory’s skin. “I can’t even sleep this one off.” Rory comments to himself.

“Maybe Benny can make a donation to you.” You joke, Benny immediately raising his hands in defense. “Nuh uh! Ethan took too much of it over the summer. I’m running on empty.” The spellcaster exclaims, shaking his head fast. “Bleh, I wouldn’t want their blood. They don’t smell as sweet as you.” Rory says, eyes in a small haze. You had been friends with them long enough that you knew Rory would never hurt you intentionally.

“Here, eat up.” You joke, offering out your wrist. “How do you even joke about that y/n?” B asks, cringing at the thought. “Rory would never bite me, would you love bug?” You tease, squeezing their cheeks. They nod, enjoying the physical touch. “Remind me again to never cross y/n, they have too much vamp power behind them.” E “whispers” to B.

“And you’re telling me that you two aren’t together?” B asks you. Your eyes widen a bit, then look over at the 2 boys. A groan interrupts you, Rory holding their stomach. “The sunburn does not pass well with hunger.” You felt bad for them wishing there was a way to help. “Think you could borrow Ev’s car and drive us to Rory's?” You ask the pair, Benny nods his head slowly.

The car ride was quiet, Rory being covered with your jacket to prevent more burns. Luckily Vivian was still at work so you could get them to bed in peace. “Don’t remove your bandages Rory Keaner or I will kill you.” You threaten, using your more serious tone for them to understand. They nod as you place them in bed. You cover them with a thin sheet and turn on their fan.

“Do you want me to leave a note on the door for your mom?” You ask and they nod. “Can you stay for a bit? It’s been a while since I’ve had to fall asleep.” They ask you, puppy eyes equipped. “Of course.” You say, climbing in beside them. Instinctively cuddling close to them and stroking their hair. “I got you hun.” You comfort, getting comfy for the long afternoon that was ahead of you.

#rory keaner x reader #rory keaner #my babysitter's a vampire imagine #my babysitter's a vampire #mbav

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smutophile · 3 years

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Crime & Punishment (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Your CEO catches you in the office late at night watching naughty videos and decides to show you just how naughty girls are punished.

Warnings: Dub con, spanking, masturbation

Word count: 3k

You sat at your desk and watched the sun start to set on another dreary New York Friday. The rest of the staff on your level had left almost over an hour ago but you had agreed to be the one to stay behind to assist the West Coast should any problems arise. The pro was getting to start work later but the obvious con was sitting alone in an office building late at night whilst the rest of your co-workers started their weekend.

It didn't bother you so much. You lived alone - you worked alone. You were used to being alone. The night shift in the office was quiet. California very rarely ever called you with problems at this time of night. It was peaceful. You’d do what you always do when you had quiet time. You pulled out your phone and escaped into your fantasy world that would always stay just that - a fantasy.

You read your dirty stories, your smut. You looked around to make sure you really were alone. Nobody wandered down to your level at this time of night. You hadn’t seen your boss in weeks - he only showed up when something was wrong so the less you saw of him the better. Although - he wasn’t so hard on the eyes. Steve Rogers - CEO. Young for a CEO but such a babe. Strong muscular build with a beard that just screams daddy. It was no wonder when you read your stories, the dark mysterious man always morphed into a familiar face in your mind. The things you would love that man to do to you.

Lost in your daydream you kept scrolling, not paying attention to the world around you. Lost in your own fantasies. You failed to notice footsteps approaching your desk. Failed to notice the figure looming behind you. Watching as you scrolled through videos of naughty schoolgirls having their bottoms turned a nice shade of pink.

“You know - watching porn on work time is punishable by immediate termination”

The boding voice made you jump out of your seat, your phone falling out of your hands and straight to Mr Rogers’ feet.

“I didnt..I wasn’t...i’m sorry” You stuttered...desperately trying to grab the phone from the ground and stop the video that was playing. It was too late. Your boss had the phone in his hands and could see all too well what you had been doing.

“Are you going to try to tell me this was an accident? You just stumbled across this website and accidentally watched this video?” He spoke so smoothly with a smirk adorning his face.

You were silent. What could you say? You had just been caught red handed by the very person you had been fantasizing about.

He turned your phone off and placed it on the desk next to you. You kept your eyes down and twisted your fingers in your hands. You stared at the ground and prayed that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. This was the most humiliating moment of your life. It couldn't get any worse.

“I could fire you…” He paused. Another smirk lining his face. “Or we could come up with another punishment to fit the crime”

“Anything...please. I need this job” Your voice was shaky. But you were confident. If he was willing to give you another chance you would take it.

“Oh sweetheart, you shouldn't go making deals with the devil. You are bound to get burnt”

He closed the gap between you and lifted your chin to meet his eyes.

“Bend over the desk”

You hesitated. Had you heard him correctly? He couldn't be serious. You searched his eyes to see if he was joking.

“Or you can pack your things and leave and never return. Which will it be?”

He crossed his arms. His face was hard to read. This man was strong and intimidating but this was coercion. Was he really capable of this?

The fear was evident in your body language but deep down there was a part of you that was secretly excited by the prospect of what was to come.

You moved slowly but efficiently. You laid your body over the desk and stretched your arms out in front of you. You could no longer see Steve but you could feel him. He ran his fingers down your spine. Your body was scared - the hairs on your arms standing up. But your mind - your mind was racing with all the possibilities of what was about to happen.

Steve placed his hands at the base of your skirt and lifted it slowly to reveal your white cotton panties. Your cheeks reddened with embarrassment. Of course you hadn't thought to put on sexy lacy underwear. Nobody would see them. He rolled the skirt all the way up to your waist and left it there with your ass on display.

“Hmmmm - what to do with you?” He questioned. You’d never heard him so satisfied. You only ever heard him barking orders or demanding answers. This was a completely different voice. A voice which quite literally sent shivers down your spine.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” You could hear him rolling up the sleeves on his dress shirt. Running his fingers over your underwear.

“No” You shook your head. You had imagined it in your head over and over again but you could never voice your fantasies out loud.

He quickly pulled your ponytail sharply - snapping your head up off the desk.

“No - what?” He spoke forcibly. Now your body was terrified. Your legs shaking and sweat started forming on your forehead.

“No...sir?” You phrased it as more of a question than a statement. Not sure exactly what he was looking for but desperate to please him.

He released your hair and gently pushed your face back down onto the desk. Apparently that was the right answer.

“I think ten smacks with my hand will be a good start. You don’t need to count”

He walked around to the side to give himself the room that he needed. Your heart was beating so fast and so loud you were almost certain he could hear it.

The first smack took you by surprise. A lard thud on your right butt cheek. The surprise of the hit shocked you more than the pain did. It wasn't so bad. You could take 10 of these. Especially with your underwear on to protect you. You were at least grateful for that small mercy.

He didn't wait very long for the next smack. This one hurt a little more. You let out the breath you had been holding but still didn't speak a word. You tried hard to keep your mouth closed throughout the next few hits but the pain was increasing. His delicate hands crashing down on your ass in quick succession alternating from left to right. You could feel tears filling in your eyes. From pain or humiliation you weren't sure.

At about smack number 5 you let out your first yelp. What you thought would come out as a cry of pain sounded more like a moan of pleasure. The spanking hurt and Steve was not holding back. He barely waited between each hit and showed no sign of slowing down. You were not enjoying this. You couldn't. This was supposed to hurt but you felt your body betraying you. Or was your mind betraying your body?

At smack number 10 you finally let the tears spill over from your eyes but still keeping your mouth closed. It quivered but you wouldn't dare speak or let him hear you. You could feel him rub his hand over your bottom in a surprising show of kindness. He gently ran his hand up your back and flicked the hair out of your face and to one side.

“That's a good girl. Take a deep breath for me now” His words were like music to your ears. You had no idea how much you wanted to please him. How much you wanted him to be happy with you. You followed his instructions and took a big gulp of air. You kept your body laying over the desk - too scared to move or do anything that could upset him.

“You did so well for your first time. Lets see if you liked what I did to you”

Your tears were almost gone now. Your shock and fear were replaced by a whole new range of emotions. Excitement...lust.

He dipped his fingers into your panties and dragged them down to your feet. He helped you lift up to your feet one by one and placed the panties in his pocket. He kicked your feet apart and forced your body to spread itself on display.

“Oh my - you certainly did enjoy your spanking”

You buried your face into the desk and curled your fingers in embarrassment. You wanted to tell yourself you didn't enjoy what he was doing to you. The pain was intense but you couldn't hide the juices leaking out of your pussy and graciously down your thighs. You were beyond wet. You were dripping.

Steve ran a finger through your slit and the moan that escaped your lips could not be controlled. He held his glistening fingers up to the light and inspected your arousal.

Your body was on fire. The spanking had left your behind burning but your pussy was throbbing. Your clit felt electric and you tried desperately to get the much needed friction on it to give you a spark.

Steve could see you rubbing your cunt against the desk desperately like a dog on heat. You were past the point of caring now. Humiliation had taken a back seat now and the driver was your absolute need to orgasm. There was no other thought - you had never needed to get off more than at this very moment.

Steve dipped his fingers back to your slit and ran them up towards your clit eliciting yet another guttural moan from your lips. His touch felt like a live wire had just been connected to your pussy and you were being electrocuted.

He removed his finger after just a brush against your clit and watched you try desperately for more. More friction...more anything. You needed more.

“Get up on the desk. On your hands and knees” He ordered. That was the voice you were used to. The one that always got what he wanted. Nobody questioned him when he demanded something and this wasn’t a question. It was an order. Who were you to disobey?

You complied instantaneously. Keeping your head forward and lifting your body up onto the table on full display for Steve to see. He pushed your shoulders down so that you were on your elbows but still keeping your ass in the air. Your body shivered in anticipation.

You could still feel the heat on your ass from your spanking. It felt as though welts might appear in the shape of his hand prints. That thought got you even more excited. A temporary reminder of what had happened tonight. That this was real.

Steve placed an object in your hand. It was small - cylindrical shaped. Almost like a tube of lipstick. Except - he flicked a switch on the object and you instantly knew what this was. The vibrations ran all down your arm. It was tiny but powerful. A bullet vibrator. He had this in his pocket? You’d have to come back to that thought later. Right now all you knew is that you were naked from the waist down, horny as fuck and you had a vibrator in your hands.

“I want to see you cum” He stated matter of factly. How you wished you could see his face right now. But then again, your boss is looking at your ass and pussy on full display right now. Maybe not being able to look him in the eyes is a good thing.

You took the bullet in your hand and slipped it straight down to your clit. The sensation made you jolt immediately and almost threw you off balance. Steve was still there, his hands on your hips instantaneously to steady you. You got back to work and placed the vibrator back on that sensitive bundle of nerves. It wouldn’t take long for you to get off like this. It would be embarrassingly quick.

SMACK. You heard the smack before you felt the familiar burn of the hit on your ass.

“Ow...fuck” You were not prepared for that. Of course he wasn't going to make this easy for you. Your hand holding the vibrator had slipped back onto the desk to steady yourself from the new onslaught.

“Put that back on your clit now” His voice was low but menacing. Your need to please him...to obey him was back. Your body quickly following his command before your brain could even comprehend what you were doing.

The sting from his hit had faded slightly but the burn remained. The fire was spreading to your cunt and whilst the spanking had put a small delay in your orgasm, it still wouldn't take long. The fight between pain and pleasure in your mind was confusing but pleasure was winning. It always would.

“9 more smacks and then you can cum. Don’t you dare cum before i’ve hit you 10 times” That made things a little more complicated. His voice was threatening. You couldn’t let him down. Not now.

You placed the bullet back on your clit and your body shook with excitement. You were more prepared for the next hit but you were not prepared for the reaction your body would have to the pain. As if on cue, you could feel that familiar sensation in your body. Your orgasm was quickly building. The next two hits came in quick succession. Your legs started to quiver. Your head started to shake back and forth. No no no no. It was happening too fast.

He kept spanking, switching between each butt cheek and alternating where he hit. You barely noticed the pain - instead focusing on how many slaps were landing on your sore behind.

“Please...PLEASE…” You were begging. Desperately. That was the only word you could say right now. Unable to form sentences. Your brain was unable to function right now as your pussy was in charge and nothing else in the world mattered. The sensation had moved from your belly down to your clit and was going to explode any second now. You counted. Nine...Ten...and then - nothing. You were floating...as if there was nothing around you. No desk...no office...just darkness. And then as if you had fallen straight back to earth - your orgasm ripped into you. The feeling took over you as if you had been hit by a freight train. Your body shook with the intensity of your orgasm and your pussy clenched in on itself as it rode out the shockwaves with the rest of your body.

You dropped the bullet onto the desk and curled yourself into a ball. Your body still shaking from the aftershock of the most intense orgasm you had ever had in your life. Your breathing was staggered...almost to the point of hyperventilating. ‘As your senses slowly started coming back to you, you could feel Steve’s hands rubbing your ass. Smoothing away the pain.

The reality of what you had just done was starting to sink in. An overwhelming sense of dread taking over your body. Your body was now choosing between fight and flight and running away seemed like the best option right now. You snapped your head up to look at the culprit behind these feelings and your body followed quickly after. You stood up off the desk and peeled your skirt back down to give yourself a tiny bit of dignity back.

You slammed your laptop shut and slid it straight into your bag. You grabbed your phone and handbag and swung around to get out of here as quickly as possible.

“Hey hey hey...wait…” His voice was calm, soothing almost. His arms out as they tried to stop you from your escape. Trying to placate you and reason with you. You were beyond reasoning right now.

The tears were back and you could feel a sob building in the back of your throat.

“I can’t….I have to go” You managed to squeak out without sobbing. You started to head for the elevator before his hands were on you again.

“Please...just stop. Let’s talk about this” He was always the voice of reason. A smart business man like him...he knew how to get his way.

“No...i just...I have to go” Your quivering lip giving away your emotion that you were trying to keep bubbled inside of you. You swerved from his grasp and pressed the button on the elevator. He kept his distance from you sensing your fear. You got in and pressed the button for the lobby and kept your head down. Not able to look at him. You didn't want to see his face. His pity. You just needed to get out.

Your trip home was a blur. Somehow you put one foot in front of the other and found yourself in your apartment. Alone. Confused. Angry. A shower would wash away the shame that was enveloping your body. You stripped away your clothes only vaguely registering the fact that you were still missing your underwear.

Once the steam had started to rise from the shower indicating that the water was indeed scolding hot - you slowly placed your head under the spray and let the cascade wash away your tears. You ran your hands through your hair and ran it down your body until they landed on your butt. There was that reminder. That physical painful reminder of the shameful slutty act you had done. The guilt washed over you like a slap in the face.

You allowed yourself to be spanked...by your boss and you masturbated yourself to a mind blowing orgasm...in front of your boss. You consented to this. When you allowed yourself time to think about the severity of what you had done you realized with absolute certainty that you had enjoyed it. You loved it. You craved it. It was everything you had ever wanted and more.

After an eternity, you left the sanctum of your shower and dressed in your pajamas. You grabbed your phone and switched it back on. Nobody would be looking for you. There would be no messages. Except there was. A few missed calls and a text. From an unknown number.

Please let me know that you got home ok.

Your fingers hovered over the phone. Before you could reply a calendar invite popped up.

Meeting. 8pm. Monday night. Steve Rogers office.

Accept or Decline?

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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And I Will Still Be Here Stargazing

Batsis x Batfamily Story

Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I shouldn't be allowed to make new stories when I've already got WIP's to do. Oh well, HERE'S ANOTHER STORY! -Thorne

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She glanced through the telescope once more, scanning the expanse of the night sky before her. Giddiness ran through her at the thought of seeing the supposed comet coming back around. Apparently, it was one that hadn’t been seen in two hundred years. It’d taken almost two whole days to convince her dad to let her go out on her own in the field three miles out of town.

Of course, that convincing came with a massive surprise—not—of taking a tracker with her just in case—being the only non-vigilante in her family did make her vulnerable to trouble, but most of their enemies wanted nothing to do with her, so she figured she was alright.

Pulling away from the scope, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, and she sighed as she answered it, putting it to her ear. “Dad, I already told you, I’m fine.”

You weren’t answering your brothers’ texts. They were worried.

“Oh, for the love of—dad, I’m twenty-one. I shouldn’t have to check in every five freakin’ minutes.”

We worry about you, (Y/N).

“I know,” she griped. “C’mon, one night where I can actually be treated like I have a functioning brain inside my skull. Let me have it.” She glanced up again, seeing something streak across the sky. “Oh, there it is!” (Y/N) grinned. “I gotta go dad! I love you!”

Wait, (Y/N)—

Hanging up, she stowed the phone in her pocket before looking into the glass. “Oh wow,” she breathed. “It’s so beautiful…and big.” (Y/N) hummed and pulled back slightly. “Really, really big. Almost like it’s…coming to earth.”

She took a step back when she realized that was exactly what was happening. The comet, or whatever it was, was barreling towards the field near her and she gasped, taking another step back. Her foot slipped in the mud, and she fell, but the thought of being obliterated made her scramble to her feet and run as fast as she could away from it and while she wasn’t sure she’d outrun the devastation, she was going to try.

That being said, whatever it was, hit the ground with a thundering explosion, sending dirt and gravel flying, along with her and she screamed as she was thrown to the ground. (Y/N) covered her head, crying in pain as debris scraped her arms and legs, but she stayed still until the world calmed around her.

When it did, she peeked through her arms and gaped at the destruction around her. Trees had been blown from their roots and in the middle of where her telescope had once been, was something smoking inside a hollowed dip in the ground, dirt and rocks thrown away.

(Y/N) shakily got to her feet and crept closer, terrified that she was going to find some horror movie come alive. Alien and Predator stuck in the back of her mind and part of her wanted to flee. The other part—and curse her Wayne curiosity—wanted to know what it was.

“Hello?” she whispered as she neared the rim of the crater, peering in. A groan sounded and she gasped, pulling away before she took another glance and she saw a woman. At least it looked like a woman.

Her body was unlike anything familiar to (Y/N), in the form of an average woman, but she had no skin. Instead, her body looked like the night sky, swirling pools of stars and dark matter, and her hair was long and white, shimmering like glitter. Her hips and wrists were plated with some type of metal, gold and inlaid with what looked like diamonds.

(Y/N) slid down the side of the crater against her better judgement, nearing the woman carefully. “Hello?” she called again. “Are you alright?” The woman groaned and rolled onto her back, eyes opening at her. She gasped at the white eyes, like stars.

“Help,” she weakly moaned.

Hurrying over, she knelt beside the woman. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” She reached out to touch the woman but stilled when she felt the warmth radiating off her body.

“Please…help me,” she begged. “They’re…coming.”

(Y/N) shook her head and took the woman’s hand; it made her skin tingle. “Who’s coming?”

“The Insentients,” the woman said. “They’re coming in a years’ time.”

“I…I don’t understand,” she replied. “What are Insentients?”

“Terrible creatures that destroy life.” The woman grasped her hand. “I am Astra, Queen of the Stars. And you must help me.” (Y/N) couldn’t believe a thing she was hearing, simply gaping at her. “I have battled the Insentients for billions of years, but I am at my end.” She squeezed tightly, reaching up to cup (Y/N)’s cheek, white eyes widening. “You must take my place as queen and protect the life of this galaxy.”

She couldn’t even form words, mouth opening and closing like a fish and all she could muster was, “I’m sorry? What?”

Astra coughed and something splattered on (Y/N)’s clothes before fading from sight. “Please, you must do this or life as you know it will cease in one year. Take my place.”

“But I’m—I’m not some alien queen! I’m a human!” She spluttered. “What do I even do?!”

The queen sighed tiredly. “Child, nothing will stop the Insentients unless you help. They will destroy all in their path.”

(Y/N) shook her head and happened to glance towards the sky. “The stars,” she breathed. “They’re so…dull.”

“My life is fading…so they are too.” Astra whispered. “They will die.”

“What?!” she shouted. “But the sun?! It’ll go out!”

“Yes.” The queen murmured.

Bewildered, she asked, “What can I do?”

Astra gazed at her. “Take my power. Be reborn as the Queen of the Stars.”

“How do I?” She questioned and Astra took (Y/N)’s hands, placing them on her chest.

“Grasp my heart.”

“Grasp your what?” she repeated.

“My heart.” The woman’s chest opened, and she stared in surprise as a small, but brilliant light came into view. “Bring it to your own.”

“I better not die,” (Y/N) deadpanned as she cupped the light carefully. Her fingers tingled like she was being shocked, and she swallowed thickly as she brought it up to her chest, just above her heart. “What now?” she asked, and Astra’s form began to fade, starting at her feet.

“Your body will absorb all that I am…all that I…have been.” She smiled. “Place it within your chest.”

“That’s not possible.” (Y/N) retorted, though she moved her hands against her chest. “My body can’t just absorb—holy shit it’s working,” she blurted, and she went still as her something jolted her spine, all the way up her spinal cord to her brain.

Her jaw went slack as he eyes widened, head tipping back to stare at the sky above her. Memories flashed across her vision, faster than she could keep track of and then her mind felt like it was imploding. She let out a strangled gasp and tipped backwards, fatigue overcoming her. The last thing she remembered was Astra’s eyes and her smile before she disappeared from sight and (Y/N) descended into darkness.

***

When she came to, all she could think about was the pounding headache in her skull and the lack of memory the night before. (Y/N) sat up and looked around. The sun was high in the sky and her telescope was sitting neatly where it had been. She blinked, feeling as though she’d forgotten something important. When she couldn’t remember, she shrugged and got to her feet, beginning to take the scope apart and put it away.

(Y/N) rolled the sleeping bag up and put it in the tote, carrying both back towards the side of the road. Her butler should’ve been around to pick her up but when she didn’t see him, she frowned. Huh…I thought Alfie was coming to pick me up? Blinking in confusion, she patted her pocket for her phone and pulled it out, though her eyes went wide when she saw the shattered screen and burnt phone.

“What the hell?” she questioned. “What happened to my phone?” It looked like it’d been blown up. Now she was really confused. What the hell happened last night? (Y/N) sighed heavily and shoved the phone in her pocket. “I guess I’m walking then.” She grunted and heaved the telescope and sleeping bag over her shoulders, starting back towards the city in the distance.

***

GCPD was the first important building she came upon and as tired as she was, she knew they’d let her use one of their phones to call home. (Y/N) lethargically wandered into the department, stopping near the counter.

“Excuse me, can I use your phone?”

The man at the counter looked up and suddenly shot to his feet. “(Y/N) Wayne!” he shouted, and she blinked.

“Uh…yeah, that’s me?”

He rubbed his eyes. “Holy shit, you’re here.” Gesturing to her, he added “Wait right there! Don’t move!”

“Wait, but I—” the man sprinted off and she sighed. “Great. Probably going to get everyone so we can do pictures.”

Next thing she knew, Commissioner Gordon was running into the entry way. “Miss Wayne!”

(Y/N) looked at him. “Yes sir. That’s me.” She pointed to the phone at the desk. “I was wondering if I could use the phone to call home? Mine’s…busted.”

He reached out, grasping her arms. “Are you hurt? We should get you checked out immediately.”

“I’m fine?” she answered confusedly. “What’s going on? Why is everyone panicking?”

Gordon gaped at her. “You don’t know what’s going on?” she shook her head. “(Y/N), you’ve been missing for an entire week.”

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