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#I’m in love with these woods and beautiful nature and flowers!
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asvterias · 3 months
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𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖣𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 + 𝖣𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾
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clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of demeter)
word count: 1.3k+
author’s note: black!reader is described of having blonde hair. also hair texture is (h/t).
requested from anonymous!
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the couple is definitely opposites attract, sunshine lover x sunshine protector, & friends to lovers! you can’t change my mind about that, this defines their relationship from the start!
at first, your relationship was kept a secret from everyone! no one expected your relationship from a mile away, not even your own half-siblings. you were the sweetest girl at the camp whereas clarisse was the meanest girl there so you understood their assumptions.
(annabeth had a hunch, but she kept quiet wanting to respect your private relationship)
she was the hot-tempered, intense, and mean gf whilst you were the calm, sweet, and loving mediator gf.
you were soft-spoken, kind, sweet, often being an optimist, inheriting those traits from your mother, demeter.
favorite nickname that she loves; my dangerous wildflower!
a favorite nickname that you love: my gorgeous girl!
your love for nature was unconditional and clarisse encouraged it, as long as you were safe. from a young age, you had a deep connection with nature that your mortal father couldn’t comprehend, but he didn’t stop you. instead, he planned daily camps out in the woods so you can explore and love the outdoors.
makes sense if you’re an outdoorsy girl, considering your power is at its strongest in the woods.
throughout your daily nature walks in the mid-afternoon with clarisse, you’d kneeled down, staring at the bare soil, telekinetically growing a beautiful daisy.
“for you,” you smile, sweeping the tiny flower behind her ear, securing a loose curl.
she’d falter, surprised by the endearing action, blushing intensely as she accepted it.
“thanks, babe.”
you kiss her cheek, intertwining your hands together as you two venture deeper into the forest.
to bypass quality time spent together, you’d do the other’s favorite hobbies or go on dates.
clarisse would train you to spar, often worrying if you accidentally got hurt. to be honest, she’s constantly stopping every few seconds to make sure you’re alright.
“babe, i’m sorry, are you okay?”
“darling, we didn’t even start sparring yet.”
“just making sure, wouldn’t want my gorgeous girl to get hurt.”
forest dates were often frequent for the two of you. packing a picnic basket filled with gourmet of different treats and sweets, spreading out a blanket on the forest floor and clarisse would rest her head in your lap as you rambled on about your day. her eyes would twinkle in admiration at your tactics as you two gaze at the many clouds floating above, purely just basking in the presence of each other.
clarisse suggested that you carve your initials into a tree for your 1st year anniversary but you politely declined that. you adored the sweet and swooning suggestion but you just couldn’t, the tree would have a marking, a permanent one, and nature couldn’t erase it away. as a child of demeter, trees are emotionally bonded to you, refusing the risk of feeling the immense pain it had to endure purely for the benefit of your love with clarisse. you hoped that she understood and thankfully she did.
at first, clarisse was intimidated by your powers but didn’t let it get to her head. she was so shocked yet impressed, despite not displaying it in her facial expression.
now whenever you show her your powers, she’d witness it in complete adoration. her favorite power of yours is when you communicate with animals, specifically deer. clarisse was certain that you couldn’t get any more cuter.
your powers consisted of many:
botanokensis is the ability to mentally and/or physically summon plant life, regarding fruits and flowers.
limiting your knowledge of how dangerous some of your abilities can truly be, like toxikinesis: which allows you to control and create the amount of toxins in a plant or fungus. you hardly even use this power because of the fatality it may cause against you or others.
it’s very rare to be given atmokinesis which is the ability to control climate, everything relating to the weather. luckily you gained that ability, but with a certain amount and limited time.
based on your emotions, especially anger or sadness, taphokinesis is decay manipulation, mentally/physically decomposing only plants. truth be told, if a majority of demeter’s kids are angry, most of the flora surrounding the camp would wither in seconds, including the trees. trees are oxygen so without them, everyone is as good as dead.
initially, you’re a fantastic chef, and as your gardening skills. gardening is your favorite hobby to do and it enlightens your day. during the day, it’s common to walk upon a child of demeter, deeply invested in gardening in their spare time. they’re definitely the leaders of gardening, you can’t convince me otherwise.
cabin 4 is surrounded by wildlife, anything and everything relating to nature, due to its close proximity to the forest. inside of the cabin is very homey, green blooming vines detail the cabin as a soft-like greenery carpet covers the floor. the entire interior was similar to actual nature rather than other cabins.
you’re very close with your half-siblings as you’re one of the oldest. your siblings look up to you and you try to be a good role model for them, even teasing you whenever clarisse comes around.
i guess it's possible to be a healer too, alongside persephone’s kids, discovering the remedies for various illnesses. some of your older siblings train in health care at the camp as healers.
sometimes, you create gifts homemade, flower crowns, and flower bracelets. anything you spent your hard time and effort on, clarisse would absolutely treasure it without any second thoughts. and it goes the other way around too. like she’d be so nervous at first, rocking on her feet, barely speaking with sense as she hands you the neatly wrapped-up gift.
bubbling up with anticipation clarissse would hesitantly observe your precise movements when unwrapping the gift and to see if your reaction shifted (even just a little) when the gift was revealed.
“do you like it…?” she nervously bites her lower lip.
your eyes sparkle in astonishment at her homemade gift, “oh, i love it, babe.”
a big ass grin would overtake her features, and she’d smirk definitely thinking: ‘oh i definitely knew that she’d like this!’ as if the ares girl wasn’t completely panicking over it a few minutes ago.
as you bring her in for a kiss. your girlfriend often resisted the temptation to linger on the kiss, but this time, she didn’t.
flower crowns are her favorite gifts from you. she has saved all of them, collecting them in her cabin on her bureau for keepsakes. the flowers don’t die out, your love revives them every day. (might make this into a drabble soon 😉)
take turns braiding each other’s hair, you adore each other's hair texture, clarisse was curly and yours was (h/t).
absolutely convinced her to wear flowers in her hair and sometimes you match with the same hairstyle and the same flower. you love it so clarisse immediately adores it.
to the other campers, it’s unusual to see clarisse so happy with you, and when you weren’t beside her, that mean personality would jump out so quick.
she’d scold anyone who had anything to say about you. clarisse would also glare down whoever dares to snicker at the pretty flower used as an accessory in her hair or anywhere on her body, cherishing the gift from you and she’d go absolutely livid. how dare they make fun of your gifts?! best believe, they’ll be receiving an ass-kicking later that day.
it was more common for clarisse to fight with someone and you’d be the one tending to her injuries (mostly little to none) afterward. you swear
that she intentionally starts fights in vain, or defending your name. without explanation, she’ll show up with a cheeky grin plastered on her face as you become her little medic.
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navybrat817 · 7 months
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A Crown of Flowers
Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: You make Bucky a crown of flowers and he gets a little closer to the shifter quickly stealing his heart. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, slight possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Previous Part of AU: The Pull of Gravity A/N: More Wolfie and Little Red! I really need to give this AU a name. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Bucky considered himself to be a dangerous predator. A good man by nature, but vicious when the occasion called for it. Sam told him more than once that he didn’t look approachable even when he wasn’t in wolf form. A far cry from his younger years when he charmed most people around him with a smile. Life in the woods and seeing the things in both his human and shifter form changed him. He hoped for the better, even with his sometimes grumpy nature.
He was far from the predator he claimed to think he was thanks to the crown of flowers on his head.
“You look so pretty, Wolfie!” you smiled, reaching over to adjust the crown. Your eyes narrowed at the unmistakable growl that left his lips. “Oh, don’t you dare growl at me. That may work with your pack or family or whatever you call them, but not me.”
His lip lifted in a softer sort of snarl, but you remained unafraid as you tucked a lone flower behind your ear. You somehow convinced him to sit in the garden beside you and it felt nice. When was the last time he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it? “And what are you gonna do about it? Bite me again?”
“Don’t tempt me,” you smirked, playfully snapping your teeth for good measure. “I don’t know why you have that look on your face. The crown looks nice. Steve’s wearing his with pride.”
“He’s just being nice to you,” he said.
But if we’re comparing crowns, mine is nicer and I refuse to let those words leave my mouth.
“Yeah, he’s a nice guy. That’s why he gave me your shirt,” you said, gesturing to the fabric that covered your skin.
Shifters ran warm, but it was starting to get darker and colder. You hadn’t had a chance to get the red cape of yours that you mentioned. Steve was kind enough to get you a long shirt of Bucky’s to wear, to both his and your disappointment when you covered yourself up. It was also smart on the blonde’s part not to give you one of his own shirts, as if he sensed that Bucky wouldn’t like anyone else’s scent on you.
I’m possessive and I’m fucked.
“We should probably head inside. I’m sure you’re starving,” he said, knowing if he dwelled for too long at the thought of his scent on you that he’d fuck you right there in the dirt.
Only if you wanted that.
“In a minute. I want to enjoy the view a little longer,” you said, leaning back on your hands to look up at the sky. While you took in the sight above you, he kept his eyes on you. “It’s nice here.”
“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, taking a quick look around as he inhaled the comforting smell of his surroundings. Your fragrance in the mix added something he didn’t know was missing or longing for. “It’s home.”
“Home,” you whispered, as if the taste of the word was bittersweet. No doubt a part of your story he knew you wouldn’t tell him today. “How did you two meet? You and Steve. Did you grow up together?”
“We did. He’s been my best friend since he was a runt. We’ve always looked out for each other,” he said, taking another flower to put behind your other ear. Your hand shot out to grip his wrist before he got too close. “You’re quick.”
“And strong, but not quite as strong as you are,” you smiled, releasing his wrist and tilting your head to allow him to continue. He tried his hardest not to smile at the compliment. “Must’ve been nice to grow up with a shifter friend.”
“It was, especially since we’re both wolves. My parents were shifters, too, but not having to keep it a secret from Steve made it a little easier. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”
“Because you understood what the other was going through. You had someone to confide in and I’m sure he did the same in return. I’m also guessing you both understood the need to keep it a secret with people outside of your circle, as well as the need to protect each other,” you mused, tilting your head to gaze at him with a wistful stare. “You weren’t alone.”
Shadows clouded your eyes as he inhaled slowly, mentally noting the subtle change in your scent. He caught shifts occasionally with Steve and the others when their moods changed, but this was something different. It was as if he could taste your tears on his tongue, but you weren’t crying on the surface. At that moment, he wanted to crawl inside your mind and heart to soothe whatever pain you tried so hard to hide.
Who hurt you? Tell me so I can deal with them.
“May I ask you a question and you don’t have to answer it?”
“Okay,” you answered.
“Why did you decide to come here?” he asked.
You breathed out when you shrugged. “Besides being wildly attracted to your rugged good looks?”
“Yeah, besides that,” he smirked, taking your hand in his. Yours was soft on the top and rougher on the palm. It suited your form. Playful and endearing, but ready and willing to fight.
His was rough all over.
“I got the sense that you’re not a bad guy. And I know if I would’ve pushed hard enough to make you go your way while I went mine, you would’ve let me,” you told him, gently running your thumb along his palm. You didn’t seem to mind his calloused touch. “My instinct said I could trust you, so I came here.”
Something warm wrapped around his heart at your admission. He wondered how long it had been since you put your trust in someone else. “I’m glad you did,” he said, his voice soft. He was glad you accepted his offer.
You smiled before you dug your nails into his hand. “I don’t trust easily, Wolfie. Don’t make me regret it,” you whispered.
A whispered threat is often more terrifying than a scream.
“I won’t, Little Red,” he promised, his voice at the same level as yours as he leaned in closer. “But while we’re on the subject of things given and earned, don’t break my heart.”
He heard the air leave your lungs as you loosened your grip and laughed, a sweet, beautiful sound. “You can’t give me your heart.”
“Why not?”.
“Because you’ve known me for a day and part of that was spent killing and burying a guy. That’s not romance. That’s a murder. What love story starts with murder?”
Ours.
Bucky tilted his head like he was actually trying to think of another couple. “Technically, it started when you came into my territory. So our story actually began with you trespassing,” he smiled.
“And it continued with you stalking me. Trespassing, stalking, murder. Just a day in the life of a shifter,” you teased before your smile fell. “Even if you’re joking, why would you give your heart to me? I haven’t done anything to earn it.”
“Because I know you don’t trust easily and you still took a chance by coming here,” he replied. You chose to walk beside me. “So if you can give me your trust, why am I not allowed to give you my heart?”
“That is different!” you said, booping his nose with your finger. “I know you’re attracted to me and I suspect you don’t open up to many people either, but wanting me and wanting me are two different things.”
He brought a hand to the nape of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I can do whatever I want with my heart,” he whispered, closing his eyes when your breath touched his lips. “I just need to hear you say you won’t break it.”
A heartbeat passed before you spoke. “I won’t break your heart, Wolfie.”
Thank you.
Bucky wanted to close the gap and kiss you. It would’ve been easy to lay you down in the dirt and indulge himself in the warm haven between your thighs. But he would let you take the first step. If you were willing to trust him, he could calm his primal urges until you allowed him to unleash them.
“I think I want to play tomorrow,” you said, leaning back slightly and breaking the temporary spell he was under. “What’s there to do around here? Besides each other?”
The deep rumble in his chest only made you smirk. “Why do you keep teasing me?”
“Because it’s fun,” you said with a lift of your shoulder. “I’m not teasing you just to tease you. I very much plan to let you wreck me and I’ll happily welcome you into my mouth and pussy.”
Fuck. She’s trying to kill me.
“I may sit on your face for good measure,” you added, resting back on your hands again. You didn’t quite open your legs, but the stance was wider than before. “You strike me as someone who gets very hungry.”
Bucky ran his teeth along his bottom lip. “And you strike me as the type who’d ride my face to indulge me.”
“Oh, I would. And I’ll make you wear a flower crown while you show me what you can do with your tongue.”
Suddenly flower crowns are my favorite thing.
“I’d say it’s time to eat, but that’s maybe the wrong choice of words!” Steve called out from the other end of the garden.
Fucking punk and his fucking-
“Why are you yelling?!” Bucky shouted back as he threw up his hands. “Why don’t you walk over like a decent human being and tell us?”
“You’re yelling back at me!” Steve pointed out as your shoulders shook with laughter. “And I’m not walking over there when you two are seconds away from going at it.”
“We won’t go at it today, Steve!” you announced, giggling still as you pushed yourself up and dusted the dirt from your legs. “We’ll wait until tomorrow before we cause more havoc. I think we caused enough for today.”
He chuckled after a moment. It had been a day. “We’ll be right there, Steve,” he said, shaking his head as he watched his friend hurry away. “Punk.”
“I like him,” you said, taking his hands to pull him up. “You never answered my question. What’s there to do around here?”
“There’s a pond not too far from here that’s pretty much ours at this point. No one else really goes there,” he said, adjusting the crown so it stayed on his head.
An amused look crossed your face, but you quickly let it fade. “Maybe we can go for a swim,” you suggested before you turned on your heel. “Maybe I’ll even let you chase me.”
“You’ll let me chase you?” he asked, taking in how good you looked in his shirt. It somehow made the curves of your body more tempting than before. “Hunt you down?”
“If you’re good,” you said over your shoulder. “If I do decide you can chase me and you catch me, you can have me then and there. On one condition.”
Bucky had to will his cock not to twitch. How could he make time go faster? “What’s that?”
“Don’t laugh,” you warned as you turned back toward him. Your finger tapped against your thigh before you lifted your chin. “I want a warm blanket when I go to sleep tonight.”
He didn’t laugh at your request. He wouldn’t dream of it. But it did surprise him. It was a simple ask, but maybe it was much more significant in your eyes. “You can have my bed and the blankets on it.”
“You’re giving me your bed?” you asked, your eyes widening as he nodded. “No, I’m not making you sleep somewhere else just because I’m staying the night. We’ll share your bed. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
“Thank you, Wolfie,” you said.
“You’re welcome, Little Red.”
You tapped your thigh again with a small smile. “Can you show me your bed before we eat?”
“Sure,” he smiled, motioning for you to go with him. There was a spring in your step as you walked beside him and he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when he let you into his small hut. While everyone used the common area for living, they also had their own sanctuary for privacy and sleep. “This isn’t much, but-”
You darted past Bucky and launched yourself onto his bed. With a happy sigh, you rolled back and forth, your body eventually touching every inch of the mattress, blankets, and pillows. He didn’t ask what you were doing or why because he sensed your happiness.
He wasn’t about to interrupt that.
You sat up with a grin once you stopped. “Now that you have my scent all over your bed, we can eat,” you said, skipping over to grab his hand.
You’re possessive of me, too.
“I’ll give you the grand tour of the hut once we’re done,” he joked.
“Looking forward to it,” you said with complete sincerity.
Just like he was looking forward to having you around a little longer.
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tsireyasyawntu · 1 month
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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- clarisse la rue x daughter of eros! reader
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synopsis: valentine’s day- something that everyone truly disliked. until one moment, something changed.
authors note: this is not apart of fault is false (sorry!) but i’m sick with a really bad cold today and i wanted to write something special for clarisse on valentines! so.. Happy valentine’s day, everyone!
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Valentine’s day.
Something humans found to be dear to them, coupled people exchanging gifts to one another on the fourteenth of February; the holiday of love.
in camp half blood, valentine’s day was celebrated to the fullest extent of its potential— it was so dear to humans as they had a rather short life span, hence a day to express your love to someone was so precious to the weak minded people. at camp, the holiday was acknowledged by the campers to recognize the importance of being half human, and half god, as well as the lovey dovey atmosphere that followed after. The same was done with other important holidays, such as Halloween and Christmas.
Clarisse la rue did not find the holiday to be particularly pleasant- or pleasant at all, for that matter. Valentine’s day was stupid in her mind. two people smuggling each other in both emotional and physical affection? openly displaying affection? i front of people? such thoughts made the daughter of Ares want to gag.
but than there was you— daughter of Eros, your charm was an automatic reminder of your heritage, and a stark figure of your character.
clarisse felt like a child by how hard she fell for you, stealing the breath from her lungs at every glance she caught of you.
your pretty smile, your wonderful eyes, your sweet face. Clarisse la rue was pissed at herself when she finally realized exactly what her feelings meant, shoving them down like lava to a volcano.
But like all creatures of nature, it was ought to burst out somehow.
and for the young daughter of Ares, her volcano ruptured on valentine’s day- to her fury.
it was a sunny day, but it had never felt so dark to clarisse. Her footsteps shook the earth as she angrily marched through camp, shoving heart shaped balloons from her path and kicking roses she saw on the floor.
The curly haired girl had caught wind that you’d received numerous valentine gifts- chocolates, flowers, posters and even jewelry. knowing people other that clarisse had been eyeing you down for a while made the flickering flame inside her chest burn down towers with her rage.
She stormed through camp with fire following her trail, each step was quaking those around her.
She stormed to cabin 39, where the children of Eros lay.
everyone knew the children of the Greek god of carnal love’s children rivaled those of ancient Greek goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite. You were point of that accusation, the most beautiful girl Clarisse had ever laid her eyes on.
and even now she as she had a torch lighting aflame her chest, she still yearned for your touch— even as she was heading in your direction to explode in a way she wasn’t sure of.
She took a sharp turn around capin 56, for the children of eris— their dark aura usually affecting clarisse now deflected off her skin like a bow to raw metal, the children watching in discord as she stormed to the door of cabin 39.
Clarisse slammed her cinnamon skinned hand against the polished wood harshly, waiting with furrowed brows for someone to answer the door. When she saw the handle move, her back subconsciously straightened.
The wood was pulled back and you were revealed— in all your nauseating, grueling, pure beauty, smile growing wide upon the sight of the curly haired girl outside your door.
“Clarisse!” your voice was smooth like honey, sticky like maple syrup and sweet like sugar. Clarisse ignored the warmth that flushed her body at the soft call of her name you expressed in joy, stupidly gorgeous smile widening at her presence.
in honest, clarisse wanted to bathe in your touch- your voice, your gaze and your heart. She yearned for you in a way she’s never felt, her defensive and rough external force disintegrating pathetic into nothing when you traced your honey soft skin along her arm, pushing hair from her face as the only scent she cpould smell was the sweetness of your person.
Clarisse was scared of her feelings in fact, and the idea that you might like someone other than her had her at the edge of her seat. She knew that it was likely, and if she truly did want you— today would be the day to make the claim.
She huffed, squinting her eyes as you moved from the doorway to welcome her inside. she reluctantly agreed, tucking her chin upward as she took steps forward. Instantly, the smell of sweets and tea attacked her senses with not a single warning— sugar and honey the only smell she could register.
Her face scrunched, overwhelmed by the smell— you laughed, covering your smile with your fingers as you usually did, a cute habit clarisse admired.
“sorry, glykó korítsi. Cole went all out for tou Agíou Valentínou.” Clarisse tucked her face away from your view, scolding herself for faltering under the stupid greek nickname you’ve given her; “pretty girl.”
She took a moment to gather herself, huffing in an upset expression when she examined your cabin.
god, there was no place Clarisse hated more that the Eros Chilren’s Cabin.
the cabin has an intense aura that can drive other demigods insane with arousal— unless that demigod is the child of a love god or goddess once activated by a child of Eros. Clarisse was lucky enough to know you to the point you spared her the torture of the curse on your cabin, and was beyond grateful the so called ‘blessing’ can also be deactivated at will.
clarisss recalled when you first exposed her to your cabin- On the northern part of the first floor, it has a room that can bring to life any sexual and or romantic desire, as well as an exact copy of the person they desire. clarisse found it odd, disgusting even. Nasty fantasies coming to life? how alone and sad does your life have to be you have to imagine yourself with someone you love? she could laugh in their face and ridicule them until they run away crying.
In the living room, there are several shelves with books containing all kinds of unknown and known love stories recorded throughout the ages. It has a large TV in the center, and a rather nice leather couch, may the daughter of ares be so kind to say.
In the east wing lies the kitchen, and on the west wing lies the public bathrooms. There is romantic music playing softly in the background through the means of a record player. That is another reason clarisse despised your cabin; the music.
There is a chandelier hanging from the ceiling with artwork of all kinds of people procreating with one another. On the second floor lies the bedrooms of the children of Eros. Clarisse only knows that because…
Her face turned a subtle shade of pink, barely noticeable on her skin, but the warmth was all the same.
“so, why are you here?” your sticky sweet voice tore clarisse from her thoughts— thoughts she tries her best to… forget.
she cleared her throat— “I wanted to escape this holiday but obviously i came to the wrong cabin,” she lied through her teeth, gesturing to the many heart and love balloons and decorations littering your cabin.
You smile, “You definitely did. This is the last place you should come to on Valentines. Why not go to Eris cabin?” you question, obviously not catching the not-so-obvious hint clarisse thought dropped for you.
“Clearly. and those kids are lame.” she crossed her arms, scanning the area. Your cabin was something else. She felt her cheeks warm once more at the people making out along the stairs of your home, rushing upstairs to the soundproof bedrooms.
Her gaze flickered away, catching yours. Your eyes were red, same as your fathers. They were filled with so many things clarisse could only put her finger on, but all she knew is that her words always died in her throat at their gaze.
“Well, you are welcome to stay, anyway.” you hum, tucking some hair behind your ear as you shifted your weight to a different leg.
Clarisse stood standing with many various of feelings— her knees were uncharacteristically weak, tummy doing summersalts inside her belly, hands shaky as all she wanted to do was—
“come on,” you motioned her over, a strange smile on your face. Clarisse felt herself become uncharacteristically excited as you led her up the stairway to your bedroom, her steps close behind yours as you waved to your siblings in the halls as they sent you a teasing smile before retreating back into their own rooms, with someone who bore little clothes.
Clarisse would never forget the first time she sat foot in your room— a cold winter night, a heated moment— something she would never forget, even though she tried.
as you lead her down the familiar hall, music played lightly from the stairways entrance, echoing throughout the cabin. The sight of your door came to her view, your hand twisting the handle and revealing your room.
Clarisse got immediate flashbacks to the last time she was here, knees once more weakened by the remembrance.
You gently slid your hand down her arm, pulling her into your room and closing the door. Clarisse looked around nervously— your room wasn’t very decorated, only a few things representative of love here and there- most likely gifts from your father. You sat on your bed, eyes pulling clarisse in by the throat as she sat beside you.
It was an awkward silence— at least on her behalf, valentine’s day was always an opportunity to seem unhappy. but as she sat with you, the tension in the room was chewing her skin and muscles off her bones.
the bed shifted for a second, and Clarisse looked over to you— your red eyes staring daggers into hers.
They were so beautiful, a blood like red— so many emotions swarming in them— so many things to represent who you truly where— they held passion, desire, sexuality, lust, danger, action, drama, joy, stress, radiance.
Clarisse could barely hold herself back as your smile encased her in a cage, trapping her, tormenting her— The cinnamon skinned girl was about to make a daring move- but you did first.
You slammed your lips to Clarisses, bed creaking slightly from the fast, sudden movement of your action— but clarisse waisted no time kissing you back. Your lips fell into sync together, dancing in a rhythm that was so perfect you wanted to melt into her.
Her hands landed on your hips, and yours in her soft curly hair— she shoved you down, back meeting the soft pink sheets of your bed, the sound of you two devouring each other the only sound in your room other than the faint valentines music bouncing through the walls.
You pulled her hair, a soft groan leaving the girls lips as she trailed her kisses down to your neck. You hummed, completely emersrd- the feeling of her lips on you was so sweet— you wanted to faint.
But you quickly realized that it wasn’t nearly as cute as you thought, as a sharp pain ate at your skin where she was feeling on your neck. You gasp, the warm feeling of blood barely falling from your neck. She’d bit you.
“clarisse-“ she silenced you with her own lips, the taste of your blood swarming between your mouth and hers, and you melted into the kiss once more.
the kiss was harsh, filled with desperation from both parties, hands touching every possible part of each others body as you lay on your bed.
You weren’t sure, but you guessed this was her way of asking you to be her valentine.
and being the daughter of Eros, there was no better way to ask.
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miokki · 13 days
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# RIBBONS OF AFFECTION
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✰ synopsis: xiao’s small act of showing affection and a larger encounter.
✰ paring: xiao x gn!reincarnated!reader
✰ warnings: crying ig and past lives
✰ notes: tbh i no idea what this fic is about. it was supposed to be about ribbons but it turned into reincarnation??
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XIAO is rather shy by nature—blood quickly rushes to his ears whenever he gets flustered, even by the most simple gestures. this time is no exception, as xiao is picking out flowers for you. the feeling of the flower store has always had this moist atmosphere, yet it feels best during the morning; right when the last of the dews drip off the leaf.
as he enters, the bell attached to the door rings alerting the woman behind the forest green counter, who only smiles before looking back down at the materials in front of her. the store is decorated in colours and life, with flowers on one side displayed in the window and a longer area full of blooms to his right. the blossoms being the brighter shades that human life seems to be afraid of nowadays, the shades dance in front of xiao as he continues to stare.
in truth, he has very limited experience with flowers and its symbolism; less is known about how much you like flowers. yet, xiao isn’t known to ask and only hopes that you’ll understand the vision as he admires the beauty of the them—each petal handled with such delicateness and care. yet, his mind swiftly switches to you and the way you handle him—like porcelain, like glass. that’s what your touch feels like. your skin on his is a hot fire burning on his, yet it’s gentle. in a way that makes him feel that no one has been kind to him—at least not before you.
he wishes there were more to convey his ocean like affections for you, something that meant his life long oath to you. yet, you wouldn’t agree such a thing, he thinks. he finds it strange humans, your kind, can be the same yet completely different. he’s seen humans that want the world, but seem to only want to love him and live knowing your boyfriend loves you back.
“excuse me?” he asks quite meekly to the florist standing by the counter.
the florist gaze meets his, “mm, how can i help?” her smile glows as she disregards the floral foam and roses in front of her.
“what flowers would you recommend, for my partner?” he replies.
her smile widens, and xiao tenses as she moves from behind the counter and towards him. however, he soon relaxes, his shoulders now sitting in a comfortable position as she speaks purely of her craft. xiao watches as she points to all different shades, some of of white, some of red. yet, it still leaves him feeling clueless and embarrassed. it isn’t long before, the florist is stumped. simply unsure of what other flowers could the man want.
“i’m sorry for troubling you,” xiao says, sounding incredibly apologetic.
“nono, you’re fine. it’s not everyday someone shows up with a challenge.” the florist panics as her hand waved in the morning air before she turns back to grab a book and pencil. “tulips.. no, maybe something else.” she turns the page. “we’ve gone over liles… ahah, what about some chrysanthemums?” she turns her head to xiao and xiao tilts his.
“those white ones over there,” she directs, pencil hanging out of her mouth as her finger lifts up to point the white flowers sitting on the middle shelf. yet before xiao can get a closer look, the light wood from her lips drops and her hands start to shake from her joy. “oh my! i have some leftover carnations in the back. give me a second, i have a really cute idea.” then she starts to run off.
it’s not long after that she comes back out of the storeroom with a bunch of white chrysanthemums, pink carnations and a hand full of baby breath, along with rolls of paper and ribbon all wrapped in her arms. a smile spread across her tan skin, and her rosy cheeks bright and clear in the sun as the materials land on the wooden surface.
it isn’t long before the range of flowers transforms into bouquet, lands in xiao’s callused palms and is paid for in full. however, the bunch of petals doesn’t leave the store without a series of thank you’s, smiles and goodbye’s before xiao exits. the bell ringing behind him as he walks along the streets of liyue. internally smiling to himself as he travels back home.
“xiao?” your voice rings in his ears.
you grip onto the tote bag’s handle resting on your right shoulder as you lift off the heels of your shoes. a shocked look splattered on your boyfriend’s features as you speed toward him, the stone under your feet scratching against the soles of your shoes. fresh morning air spreads across your face while you loose the distance between the two of you.
“hun, i’ve been wondering where you’ve been all morning. i was worried,” you say to his face before looking down at his left hand. “oh, are those mums?” you point at the white flowers.
“chrysanthemums? yes, do you not like them?” your lover’s eyes displays a thousand words, years of worry in them, as he stumbles over the word ‘chrysanthemums’. it’s endearing.
you can’t help but panic all the same, “nono, i love them, their beautiful. but how come your look disappointed?” you question, staring at the somber look in his golden eyes.
“i wanted to surprise you. i hadn’t anticipated that you would go out to find me.” the discontent takes a spotlight in the pools of gold and stars.
oh. perhaps you should just pretend to be blind and walk—
“i mean you still can, i’ll just pretend i never saw you this morning and—“ you begin to walk back in the direction you came from yet don’t make it far. you barely get two feet away before your wrist is used to tug you back to him.
he pushes the flowers towards you, “i want you to have them now, even if it didn’t go to plan. i should of known, i’m always meant to find you in every lifetime.”
you take a step forward as you hear a break in xiao’s voice, your lips closing in on the side of his porcelain face. you place a gentle smiled kiss on his skin before taking the bouquet from his grasp. you stop. you stare and admire it for its beauty. yet your eyes catch onto the pink ribbon loosely wrapped and tied into a pretty bow around the pieces of paper and parchment that hold the stems. it only takes a moment and a half for your fingertips to caress the thin, long line of closely woven fabric and to tug it undone. a long line now in your hold along with the bouquet.
“here, give me your hand.” you gesture towards his left as you lift your right towards his.
your boyfriend holds up his pinky as you lift your own, carefully placing the bouquet in between your arm and you side. xiao watches intently as you wrap the ribbon around his finger twice and tie it off with a knot before doing the same to your own pink before tying it off with a bow. the sun shines in your eyes as the ribbon between creates a curve.
“here, i know we can’t see it normally but it isn’t just you that finds me, i chase after you too. i found you here after you disappeared this morning. and in every life time this ribbon will lead us both to each other, in all my life times. you’re not alone xiao, i’m here now at the very least.” you reassure, combing back his green toned hair out of his face.
he can’t help but laugh. he smiles. xiao smiles so brightly that you can watch the moment his eyes start to shine with tears. yet the moment the tears starts to roll, you pull him straight into your embrace, rubbing his back and whispering your affections for him.
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mamamangaka · 1 month
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(No one has posted this and I need it so I shall cook for myself)
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- Yandere!Alastor with a g/n reader who likes toys and art stuff -
Okay so here’s the thing I kinda see about Alastor:
Hes a fucking looney who will do anything and everything to keep you if he happens to fall in love.
But lemme tell you if you break past those walls and manage to ameliorate his aceness to the point that he’s yandere about you then baby you done.
You might as well have signed over your soul to him.
I like to think only one thing in particular would peak his interest at first.
Maybe your drawing outside a coffee shop -
Or reading tarot cards at the park?
Perhaps even reading under a tree, who knows?
But whatever it is, Alastor saw you and he froze.
He never once expected to fall so deeply in love (especially not at first sight) and I feel that when he did finally succumb after a bit of denial, it would be a quick realization and he’d make a decision to seek you out immediately.
He’d closely stalk you for some time but when he gets you, he’d keep you in his radio tower, where no one else goes and where his world really is.
He’d probably kidnap you mere weeks after realizing he’s enamored, it wouldn’t take long before he came up behind you out of nowhere.
He was someone you’d only seen once or twice in passing but found attractive each time, though you weren’t exactly thinking about a partnership.
He wouldn’t be asking you, he’d simply take you.
(You didn’t need to know he’d been admiring you anyway.)
You weren’t someone of great power or who was well known. You simply met a tragic fate and unfortunately ended up here by mistake due to being involved in “black magic”.
It was unfair, in your opinion, to be cast down simply due to your divination talents and history.
Never once did you misuse your gifts yet here you were.
When you come around, you’re in Alastor room in the hotel.
He explains the situation and gives you options.
You ask to go, not interested in whatever he’s offering and he explains that’s not an option so you need to pick another one.
After demanding to leave, trying to open the door, banging and calling for help and eventually pleading and sobbing with him, you realize you aren’t going anywhere.
You wheep and hoarsely beg as he carries you into the wooded area that seems to pocket into another place.
You realize later that it was a path to the radio tower.
There’s a wooden door that leads to his own personal “home” in that tower.
And inside, I’d expect it’s quite nice.
Greenery everywhere, plants and/or herbs hanging from the ceiling and a cozy woodstove. Lovely flowers and pretty trees surrounding the outside, blocking the view of the horrors that hell had naturally.
A earthy, modest but very comfortable and exquisite environment and cottage style house with at least one library on hand.
But he can take all this beauty away quite easily, so don’t forget or step out of line. The view is a luxury he gives based on your behavior; do not tread lightly.
Now, he’s very commanding and strict with his darling, often times dictating what they eat and wear, bossing them around and physically moving them to where he wants.
• “My little doe, you were simply taking too much time to get to me, I was just helping you along.”
• “Oh darling, don’t you know I’m doing this for your own good? Don’t cry, come here: give me a kiss.”
• “No no, little doe. It’s best if you rest right now. Ah, yes, I can see you don’t want to sleep. How about I read to you or turn the radio on, hm?”
But he’s also super old timey and you would immediately be considered his spouse, and he would pamper and treat you with such respect (at least as much as he could)
If he found out you liked dolls or soft toys, well he’d be all over that and try to use it to his advantage.
I feel like it would be a rag doll copy of himself or a porcelain/ball jointed doll (dressed in 1920-1950 attire) as a Victorian styled Queen or what not.
• “You seem so lonely honey bun, so I picked you up something nice. Hopefully it will warm you a little when you think of me.”
• “I can see you fiddle with your hands a lot, mi amor. Here, have a doll to dress and play with for when your pretty hands need a break from the books.”
• “Oh my, it seems a nap is in order for your crankiness. Where is your toy? It’s better for you to have something to sleep with while I’m doing the broadcast.”
But he wouldn’t have bought it for you, oh no, because the only thing he buys you is the most pristine art supplies and most flattering jewelry and clothes —
— he’d have made this himself for you, from his own power.
And he’d use it to keep an eye on you no matter where you happened to be.
Needed a moment alone? Not without the doll he gave you.
Was hiding from punishment? Not without the doll.
If you left it somewhere in a vain attempt for distance, you’d find it on your person the second you reached in your bag or turned around.
And when Alastor found out you left it? He’d be livid.
But you wouldn’t know he was mad by his face, only his voice and the static crackle in the background.
• “Don’t you ever leave that doll again sweetheart. Do you understand me?”
• “This is how I protect you, darling. It’s best for everyone if you follow direction.”
• “Now honey, you don’t want to lose your privilege to wander around the hotel and mingle with the others, do you? Then you best keep that doll close, hm?”
If you possibly took a liking to the doll he gave you, well..
His heart might soar, he won’t lie
How cute and innocent you were, so completely unaware of the horrors he possesses — the doll possesses — if you step out of line
It’s something he really loves about you; you trust him (mostly bc you have to)
And if you took up sewing to make outfits for the doll?? He’d be so over the moon and even conjure up a little wardrobe for them if enough clothes are made.
And your drawings??? Oh don’t even get me started
too late I did it myself here I go
He would parade you around like you were the messiah of the demonic art world
It didn’t matter if you or anyone else thought you were good
You like doing it? Hes gonna over indulge you.
You drew something just for him???
Then it’s getting a golden frame and you’re getting the radio host fame.
He wouldn’t let anyone touch your sketchbook. He’d actually kill anyone who destroys any piece of your work.
He always coos over you, he’s literally obsessed with you.
Admires you while your drawing like you are the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Always begs to see your drawings.
Does everything in his power to help you with inspiration or getting out of art block.
Hangs up his favorite pieces you’ve done around the hotel and talks you up to everyone.
• “My my, who would have guessed my little doe was so full of talent? Ah-ha, well me, of course!”
• “Oh yes, they’re nothing short of extraordinary and excel in everything they attempt. It’s absolutely magnificent.”
• “Quite the looker, aren’t they? It’s no wonder I fell so hard, they made this old withering heart beat once more.”
NOW LETS ADDRESS THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM:
What if you broke a rule? Either accidental or on purpose?
*rubs palms together deviously*
I mean it’s hell, so it’s not like you could actually die and he’d permanently lose you, but I could see him considering killing, traumatizing and horrifying you to make a point for when you came back. If you broke the rule on purpose or left the hotel without a damn good reason or asking him, I definitely think he’d ponder on it.
But I honestly don’t know if he’d be able to go that far if he’s to the point that he’s fallen for you.
I definitely think he’d be the kind to chain you away for a bit and ignore you for a while after really scaring you though, having only come in when you cry out for him or need to be attended.
He’d be condescending and emotionally manipulating for sure.
• “Well dear, we wouldn’t be in this predicament if you would have just listened and been good, hm?”
• “No no, you can’t come downstairs. I told you this time out is for two weeks. It’s been only two days darling.”
•“Now that’s not the way one of such class as ourselves behave. Shush your crying, my sweet.”
He wouldn’t tolerate a darling openly defying him, he’d put you over his knee and bruise your behind so quick and wouldn’t think twice.
And getting off punishments easy? Nah.
Good behavior or not, you’re gonna be going through the whole thing every single time. He won’t let you have even an ounce of wiggle room on that.
Your bottom stings after only thirty spanks? He isn’t stopping. He said 50 and he meant it, so buckle up buttercup, this is gonna be a long ride.
You don’t want to finish your plate? Well that’s a nice opinion, quite cute! .. but he doesn’t recall asking you what you wanted, so eat up ~
You aren’t tired? Well, allow him the pleasure of wearing you out and soothing you to slumber.
I think he’d allow the darling to cling to him though, that’s the kind of yandere I see him as. He’d maybe mock you a little at first and seem patronizing but all in all, he finds the need to touch him endearing and he does become fond of it.
I think he’d make you dependent on it, really. He’d always encourage you to cuddle up to him, always making sure you sit or stand directly next to him and that’s he’s always got his arm around you or you hanging onto his own.
He’d be tolerant of your crying. I think he’d find you cute while in distress, so that would be his favorite time to hold you tight. He’d caress your tearstreaks and kiss away the droplets.
•“Sweet sugar plum, you’ve been so emotional lately.”
• “Pretty crybaby, what can I do to make you feel better? Come now, there must be something your husband can whip up for you.”
“Oh, my poor, darling y/n..” he’d tsk, stroking the side of your face and nuzzling noses, “don’t cry, hush now, it’s alright, your faithful and devoted protector is here.”
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annikin-annotates · 7 months
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Lady of the Lake
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Hi y’all! I’m so glad to be writing this for my dear kindred spirit for her 1,000 followers celebration! I hope you all enjoy the One Shot I’ve created using Hozier's Butchered Tongues as my base. Congratulations my dear @arcielee, you deserve all the love you receive, I hope this lives up to your expectations!. 
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Pairing: Aemond x Siren!Reader
Word Count: 3,069 (Nice)
Warnings; Blood, mentions of death, thoughts of ripping Aemond limb from limb. Minors DNI 18+
Chosen lyrics; They are buried without scalp in the shattered bedrock of our home.
The lake had been covered in misty fog, its eerie tendrils dancing just above the surface of the water, if one looked close enough they could see water sprites at work. Humans believed that magic was gone from the world, but if they only looked a little closer they would see that it was still here, barely; like the final embers on a candle wick. 
She lived beneath the surface of a pond, a safe haven under the ever changing waters of the stream that flows into it. It was always quiet in her small pond, the blue gills and catfish her only company. Though she would not say that it was entirely awful, it may be secluded and quiet but it was always safe, and being safe meant staying alive. 
Trees twisted and wrapped their way around one another, strangling one another for a chance at seeing the sun, oh how she longed for the sun’s warmth. The dense dark green thickets surrounding the edge of the lake, pointed thorns dipping into the water, another reminder of the cage she had put herself in. 
She slipped below the surface once more, sinking to the mossy floor, her head resting on a mossy rock, staring up at the underside of the lily pads. She spent the rest of her day hunting catfish and playing with the small water spiders that skimmed across the surface of the water.
She spent her night curled up in a patch of Hydrilla, its green tips making a space in the water. She stared up into the inky expanse and wondered what it was like above the surface. She wondered if perhaps one day, she too could walk amongst them. She had walked on land before, some centuries ago when she was only a girl.
Back when humans knew and respected the creatures that dwell out of sight, the rulers of nature. For a time they had lived in peace, silently walking amongst them, helping when needed, fighting in wars that were not ours, and aiding the sick with cures and magic long forgotten by mankind.
Somewhere along the path, we had become a threat, a danger to humans, they began to push them back into the woods and lakes, away from civilisations. Her mother was forced from her job as a maid in a keep not far from where she dwelled, it was not long after that, they began to cull them. All her family were snuffed out within a night, now all of them laid at the bottom of the God’s Eye.
All except her. 
She shook the thoughts from her head, she couldn’t bear to think about it any more. She reached a webbed hand toward the starry sky, the rippled surface obscuring the true beauty of it. Her arm came to rest by her side, disturbing the sediment as she sighed, an air pocket travelling all the way to the surface.  
Shimmering sunlight awoke her from her slumber, she sat up and stretched her arms and leant forward to stretch her back, the dorsal fin waying with the current. Perhaps today she would sun herself on the boulder in her lake, enjoy the sound of birdsong and they trickling water. The warmth of the flat rock warmed her cold flesh, her tail swishing in the clear water beneath her. 
The sun had just begun to beam down into her pond, refracting different colours like light onto a thousand precious gems. She spent time braiding her hair down the length of her back, small river flowers delicately weaved into it. She hummed the melody of a song her mother used to sing to her when she was young, the same one she would use to lure men to their watery graves. 
The sound of approaching hooves sent her beneath the water again, resurfacing in the safety of the water reeds. Directly across from her was a lithe man knelt by the running water of the stream, drinking handfuls of water. He was marvellous to look at, his deep green clothes and gold trimmed armour and his hair that looked like spun silver fluttering in the gentle wind. 
A familiar primal feeling came over her, it was stronger than she had ever felt before: have him, have him, devour him, feast upon his bones, it chanted. It frightened her, but she followed the feeling, diving below the water once more only to look at him from between the reeds. She could see all the features of his face now, a strong chin and pronounced nose and eyes that glittered like amethysts in the sun. He was handsome, but she could taste the sadness permeating from him, the wish to be anywhere other than where he was, she empathised with him. 
‘Come and find me,’ she whispered, edging him closer and closer to the water ‘Let me free you from your burdens,’ she cooed, watching him fall deeper and deeper under her spell. 
He was within her grasp, she surfaced from beneath the water, scaled chest glimmering in the sunlight, a webbed hand extended for him to take. Their fingers ghosted one another, his hands were soft and warm while hers were cold and slippery, ‘Come to me, my sweet,’ she hummed melodically. She could practically feel her teeth sinking into his flesh, tearing him limb from limb, the thought sent her milky eyes rolling back into her head. 
A woman with long dark hair grasped his shoulder, pulling him from her carefully laid trance, “You mustn’t venture too close to the water, my Prince,” she said firmly. By the time he had flicked his eyes towards the other woman and back to the water, she was gone. 
“Why?” she heard him ask, standing from the waters edge, his eyes hadn’t yet left the spot where he saw her. 
“Dark creatures lurk below the surface of these waters,” the woman replied, though the conversation had become less clear the further they ventured from the water. 
The woman in the water haunted him for days after returning to Harrenhal, the word she spoke to him ringing in his ears, ‘Let me free you from your burdens,’ she had said. She was slowly consuming him, mind, body and soul, and he had no desire to break free from her hold. He would never forget the feeling of being lured by her, both horrifying and euphoric. 
He saw flashes of her everywhere, peeking around corners, the melody of birdsong and in his dark haired lover. He saw her in the pursuit of his own high, chasing her from the recesses of his mind, Alys’ face slowly morphing into the face he saw below the water. Aemond could almost feel her talons ghosting along his skin, leaving rippling heat in its wake.
The feeling of fangs pressing against the column of his throat sent him into a frenzy of thrusts, his large hands guiding the body above him. The melodic song he had heard from her, guiding him like a boat through a tempest, had driven him over the edge. ‘Aemond,’ Alys moaned, though he heard only the melodic voice of the woman in the water. 
He didn’t dare look up at her, instead he slipped from beneath her, choosing to stand at the windowsill, looking over the God’s Eye, wondering about her. Slender fingers and soft lips trailed over his shoulder and down his arm, and yet it did not stoke the fire that burned deep within him as it usually did. 
“It’s her, isn’t it?” Alys asked her nose softly nudging the nape of his neck, her hands never leaving him.
Aemond thought for a moment, “Yes,” he replied, a cold edge to his voice. 
Alys pulled away from him, recoiling from the coldness of the  response “I see,” she said, clearing her throat. “I shall leave you be, my Prince,” she continued, making her way to where her clothes lay. She dressed silently and left through the servants corridor, to remain unseen. 
Muffled dragon cries woke her abruptly from her slumber, she broke the surface of the water, a panicked gasp tearing from her as she looked helplessly at the sky. She looked around her, as flickering embers and ash fell from the sky, she couldn’t stay here. Today would be the day where she would face her fears and leave the safety of her pond.
She heaved herself up through the bramble that surrounded her pond, thorns pricking and scratching her tender skin, half blind from the sun. Her legs wobbled as she took a few steps before breaking out into a stumbling run, similar to that of a newborn foal. She cried out in pain as she began to run, nothing good could come from two dragons warring above, she needed to clear out of the pond, she could return when it was safe. 
The pain in her legs and feet was extraordinary, each log she cleared felt as though she was stepping on shards of glass when she landed. It was so loud, the overlapping shouts of soldiers, the clanking of armour and screeching of metal on metal, it was cacophonous; it reeked of self assured destruction. Every bone inside her wanted to turn around and leap back into the safety of her pond, but now wasn’t the time for hiding, it was the time for running. 
She veered deeper into the forest, but something made her stop to look up at the sky, to the dragons wrapping themselves around one another. She turned away once more, determined to find some other body of water to bide her time, when an ear piercing screech sent her to a screeching halt. Her breath heaved in her chest, her lungs working overtime ‘He needs you,’ a pleading voice whispered.
It was enough to send her careening towards the waters of the God’s Eye. 
The larger of the dragons was falling towards the lake, its throat had been ripped open, flames escaping the wound. If its rider was to stand any chance of living she would need to rescue him, humans didn’t live long once they entered her domain. She threw herself head first into its frigid waters, disappearing into its depths untraced. Her eyes only needed a minute to adjust to her surroundings once more, the world around her becoming a little clearer, and it would be any moment before that scaled beast would hit the water.
The crash was unimaginable, sediment and rocks flew past her as she braced herself by a sunken boulder, she could hear the sound of the heart drumming in his chest. It was now a race to find him before The Stranger did, she at the very least could follow his heart beat. She had no idea why she was putting herself in danger for a human who was supposed to be her next meal, she was designed to consume them - not save them. 
She dove deeper and deeper into the lake, the sunlight filtering away, total blackness enveloping her. Though she could not see very well above the water in the sunlight, she could see perfectly in the dark. She did not dare look at the bedrock of the lake, in fear of discovering corpses she did not wish to see. She could see the roiling bubbles ascending to the surface and the immense heat emanating from directly beneath her, she wasted no time in diving again. 
She very quickly discovered the corpse of the beast, resting peacefully in the bedrock, her rider still saddled. She stopped directly in front of him, watching his hands shake as he struggled with the chains. Malicious thoughts slithered into her head; she could feast for ages on both dragon and rider, she would have no need to think about the surface for a long time. It would be so easy, all she had to do was wait for him to drown.
No. He didn’t deserve this, at the very least she could unbind him and send him to the surface, what happened to him beyond that was not her problem. Against her better judgement, she rushed him, shoving his hands away from the ropes around his waist and ripping them away with her nails. He struggled and thrashed in her grip, using all his might to get away from her.
‘Stop struggling! I’m trying to help you!’ She hissed. He ceased his struggling immediately, having become sluggish and slow, the lack of oxygen finally taking its toll on him, leaving him weak and defenceless. Everything in her screamed at her to devour him, to gut him like a fish and swallow him whole.
A helpless groan left her as she threw his arm around her broad shoulders, heaving him up towards the rippling light of the surface. They wouldn’t be looking for his body yet, but she didn’t have long before they would be descending upon them, she’d be damned if she would die for a human. With one final forceful push of her tail, she was able to push his lithe body halfway up on to a secluded bank, her heartbeat thundering in her chest.
He wasn’t breathing. Gods, he wasn’t breathing!
With the last of her strength she threw herself up onto the bank, kneeling beside him; his heartbeat was there, but faint, she needed to work quickly if he was to survive the day. His body felt as though it was made of lead as she dragged him away from the water, the further away they were from the water, the less temptation there was. 
He had taken water into his lungs, which meant she needed to get it out as soon as possible. She opened his mouth, placing her own on his, pulling the water from his lungs mouthful after mouthful, spitting it onto the lush grass. He had other wounds, cuts and scrapes but it was nothing she couldn’t use her magic to heal. With a final mouthful of water, air rushed into his lungs, sending him bolt upright coughing and hacking. 
The movement sent her toppling over into the grass, where he descended upon her, blade against her throat. Her slender taloned fingers spread out across his face, daring to take his other eye. 
“I saved your life, and this is how you repay me? By slitting my throat?” she asked, half daring him to do it, maybe then she would get some peace. His face seemed to shift in that moment, furrowed brows relaxed his clenched jaw loosening. 
“You are right, I am sorry,” He replied, taking the blade from her throat.
The woman in front of him was full of contradictions, she was both dark and light, sharp edges and softness, terrifying and beautiful. She had almost lured him to his death one day and then saved him the very next. She held no fear in her eyes, even as he had held the blade to her throat, her beautiful, supple throat, he shook the thoughts from his head. 
“Stop looking at me like you wish to swallow me whole, and let me heal you,” she bit at him, a gentle push sending him into the plush grass. She struggled with taking his chest plate, the leather straps far too finicky for her liking she took a sharp talon to the supple leather, slicing into it. 
“No, leave me here,” he told her, trying to force her hands away. 
“You will die if I don’t tend to your wounds!” she said through gritted teeth, pulling the chest plate away and straddling him, pinning his arms underneath her legs. Her hand hovered over the gaping wound in his shoulder, a calming blue light emanating from her palm. She watched the wound pull the deep red ichor back into his body, skin stitching itself shut, leaving no trace that there was ever a wound there. 
I’d like to see his witch heal him in such a manner. 
They took shelter in a cave deep in the woods outside Harrenhal, out of the sight of prying eyes and away from hands that would do them harm. In the time they had spent in the cave, she had learnt that the Prince's name was Aemond and that he was not one for conversation. 
“I wish I could leave all of this behind,” Aemond whispered, his voice laced with pain and exhaustion. She sat cross legged across from him, a pleasant prickling feeling crawling up her legs from sitting in one place. 
She tilted her head to the side slightly “Why can’t you?” she asked, her brows furrowed.
“I have a duty to my family, it's a matter of honour,” was the silver haired Prince's response, his jaw twitching as his arms came to rest across his broad chest. The dim embers illuminating the way his lip twitched upward as she leant forward, to press him further.
“Your family would rather send you to die than allow you to leave?” She responded, her voice laced with disbelief, she shook her head. It slowly became clear to her about what happened just hours ago, when he demanded she leave him to die. He had wanted that fate, he would have preferred death to failure. 
Aemond pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice taking on an edge “It is about honour, as I said,” his response did not invite any further conversation between them. And for a while there was nothing but the crackle of logs on a fire and the sound of their breaths. 
“Run away with me, it's not safe for either of us here. We can board a ship tonight and be gone by morning,” she offered, they could board a ship for Essos or Yi-Ti and never be found again. She would forsake the waters of her home for him, if it meant that he could live the life he desired. 
“No,” was Aemond's immediate response, face contorting into a scowl. She was beginning to break down the barrier of duty and honour he had surrounded himself with, for without those virtues, what would he become? 
She stood from her perch on a boulder, allowing the silk shoulder cape Aemond had given her to cover herself to slip away. Exposing the mounds and valleys of her body, the scales on her legs and cheekbones catching the firelight. “Come, My Darling. Please just give me your hand,” she cooed into his ear, running her delicate fingers over his shoulder and up the column of his throat, stopping to stroke his jaw. 
And so he did. 
Thank you to my darling @sylasthegrim for beta reading this! And creating the wonderful header/moodboard!
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victoria-writes · 17 days
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I will never forget you.
Pairing: Legolas x Reader (gender neutral)
Summary: Legolas proposes to you and reassures you that he wants to be with you. Fluff & Angst with a happy ending + bonus ending
Word Count: 1605
Notes:
Reader is human
No gender or pronouns used to refer to the reader. Reader is briefly mentioned to have short hair
MENTIONS OF DEATH (reader's). Don't read if you're not ok with thinking about your own mortality xoxo
Read it on AO3 here
Story:
It has been months since you moved to Mirkwood with the prince following the disbandment of the fellowship and destruction of the one ring. Sometimes your mind would drift to what could’ve happened had the ring fallen into the wrong hands or if any other evil lies dormant, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. You could never sit with these thoughts for long, though. Legolas seemed to have a sixth sense for when you needed to see the good in the world again. Today was one of those days. 
“Come, there is something I wish to show you”, the elf smiled as he stretched his hand out, waiting for you to take it from your place sitting in a wooden chair inside the royal palace. 
“It better not be another elk giving birth in the woods. I’m still traumatized from your idea of ‘the beauty of nature’”, you grimace at the memory still not extending your hand.
“No, no, nothing like that. I promise”, he chuckles softly.
“Fine”.
Legolas had brought you to a clearing in the forest, surrounded by old-growth trees and wildflowers. White queen anne’s lace, forget-me-nots, and flowers whose names you did not know, who only seemed to grow near where elves trot, filled your eyes. This is not the first time he’s found a quiet spot in nature to take you, and it will surely not be the last. While overlooking the rainbow of colors seemingly dancing in the field in front of you, you sneak a glance at the elf from the corner of your eye. He stands confidently with his hands behind his back next to you and smiles. If it were anyone else looking at him, they’d think he was completely at ease. Anyone but you. The look in his eyes said “Do you like it? Do you? Please tell me you like it.”. He always wanted to impress you, whether it be shooting three arrows at once when one would suffice, wearing his nicest clothes (“Legolas why are you wearing your ceremonial attire?” “Don’t worry about it, father”.), or finding the best places to take you. Be still, your beating heart. For a nearly 3,000 year old elf, he acted like a lovesick teenager. 
“It’s absolutely beautiful”, you finally say after a long silence. Legolas releases tension in his shoulders he didn’t even realize he was holding. 
“I knew you would. Let us sit in the grass.”, he guided you so that he was sitting with your back against his chest, his legs on either side. 
You felt your tongue form teasing words about him taking you on a hike to a remote spot just for a cuddle, but they faded away as he wrapped his arms around your sides and began to plant soft, slow kisses on your neck and shoulder. You melted into his warm touch. 
“May I braid your hair?”
“Yes, but there’s not much to braid.”, you reply. You had recently gotten a haircut and felt as though Legolas may be disappointed. He was very enthusiastic about your new look the first time he saw it, but now you fear he may not enjoy it. 
“Nonsense, I shall make many small plaits instead”.
“Alright”, you relaxed into his hands as he began to weave strands of hair behind you. You closed your eyes, as you reveled in the feeling of the sunlight on your face as he worked. All was quiet aside from the occasional bird chirping or squirrel running up a tree. A warm feeling took hold in your chest and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. You were safe. You were happy. You were in love. 
Millenia seemed to pass before Legolas announced he was done. True to his word, he had formed many braids in your hair. He may have gone a little overboard with just how many he made, but he just loved the feeling of being so close to you and never wanted it to end. 
“Thank you”, you whisper as your turn to face him, giving him a peck on the lips. You move your hand to feel the back of your head, itching to feel the braids your lover gifted you. Soft. Your fingers feel something soft. Something thin and soft. 
“Forget-me-not flowers”, Legolas clarified, seeing you trying to decipher with your fingers, “I thought them appropriate”.
“Why is that?” “They are gifted to one whose presence you enjoy, so as not to forget them, as the name implies. I could never forget you and I hope you would not forget me. Each past day with you is a beloved memory and each day to come cannot come soon enough. I treasure each moment with you. I feel myself drowning in my affection for you. No, peacefully swimming. I adore you. I cannot bear to be without you.”, he says softly as he holds both your hands and kisses each one, never breaking eye contact.
“Oh, Legolas”
“Meleth nîn”, he uses his hands to guide you both to your feet. As you look up into his bright blue eyes, he whispers “Please allow me to never be without you. Allow me to walk beside you for all the days we may share together before death takes us. I have lived millennia without you. Now that I know what life is like with you in it, I never want to go back. I want you with me, always.”
“Are you asking me-?”, you begin as he kneels down in front of you and pulls out a ring from his pocket.
“Y/N, will you marry me?”, he gazes at you with hope in his eyes as he lifts the ring towards you. 
“Yes. Yes. Yes!”, he quickly puts the ring on your left ring finger and you pull him into a harsh kiss. You and the elf wear matching smiles as you kiss long and hard. 
“I’m so happy, Legolas…but is this what you really want?”, your smile drops as your nerves hit you. “Of course, my love. Why do you question my intentions?”.
“It’s not your intentions that I question. It’s just that you’re…you”, you vaguely gesture at the elf.
“I’m not following.”
“You’re a prince. I’m poor. You’re an elf that’ll live thousands of years. I’m a human that’ll be lucky if I make it to 70.” “I don’t care about that.”
“Your father won’t approve.” “I care not what my father thinks. His opinion of our union will not sway me.” 
“Then what of my mortality? One day I will die and leave you alone.”
He sighs before he speaks, “I must admit I have thought long and hard on this subject. The thought of your death pains me to no end.” “Exactly. Our marriage would be short-lived in your long lifetime and I will become nothing but a memory to you, one that will fade one day.”
“What are you saying?” “I’m saying you love me now, but one day I will die and you’ll move on and I’ll mean nothing to you. One day you’ll laugh at how you ever loved a silly human”, tears began to well in your eyes, shame overtaking you as you finally let out the fears you’ve been harboring all this time. Your gaze drifts downwards, unable to face your elven lover. Legolas’ eyes widened in realization, shocked at your true feelings. He manages to compose himself and lifts your chin up with his index finger. 
“Meleth nîn, look at me. Y/N, please.”, he whispers his request. 
“It is true that my life will continue when yours ends.”
Hot tears began to run down your cheeks at this. 
“But”, he swipes the tears away with his thumb, “You will always be a part of it. Even when you are gone, I will love you. You have shown me love that I did not think was possible. When you are gone, I will visit your grave with flowers each day. I will braid my hair and miss the touch of yours. I will never remarry. I will walk the paths we have taken together. I will meditate in this very spot, remembering this moment. I will never forget you. In life and in death, we are connected. I love you”.
“And I love you”, you barely choke the words out through your tears. 
“Knowing all this, my silly human,”he teases before turning serious, “Will you marry me?” “Of course, I’ll marry you, you ridiculous elf”.
You both grin as Legolas lifts you up and spins you in his arms. When your feet are planted on the Earth again he kisses you deeply. As you feel your lips on your own, you imagine a thousand more kisses each day with him for the rest of your days. 
Bonus
Many moons have passed since your passing. Legolas meant every word of his promise and has done all that he said. Before he rests each night, he reads the book on his nightstand, your favorite book of poems. He recalls reading it to you on nights your eyes were too tired as he pet your hair while you laid on his chest. When he wakes each morning, he glares at the large empty space beside it, wishing it were you. Although his heart pangs at the loss of you, he finds joy and comfort in revisiting your old haunts, his favorite being the spot where he proposed to you. Today, our elf wanders into the cemetery. “Hello, meleth nîn”, he smiles as he places a bouquet of freshly picked forget-me-nots on your grave.
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rainroses45 · 1 year
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My Moonlight
(Neteyam x fem. reader)
☾description: You wander off into the forest and Neteyam is out looking for you….this takes place 10 years later
☾a/n: I promised fluff so here it comes
☾song inspiration: Neytiri’s song cord and melting
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:・゚✧:・.☽˚。・゚✧:・.:
You twirled through the forest as a gentle hum played in your mind. Your hands scattered through the different plants feeling their unique textures. The simple breeze of fresh air flowed through your messy hair. A smile spread across your face as you stopped your movement and stared off into the distance. The beautiful sun began to settle down for bed, but still giving you an hour or two to rejoice in its natural glow.
“Ngati oel munge soaiane.” You sang gently as you sat slowly onto the ground, needing a little rest from the climbing and walking. Your baby bump caused you to struggle a bit, but you still managed to get comfortable. The beautiful flowers blossomed around you, heavenly disposing their scent onto your smooth skin. The forest stayed quiet as you sang it a song.
“Lie si oe atanur,” your voice carried through the forest surrounding you. The moss underneath you was so soft and laced in bright green. A soft small kick was felt on your stomach. You smiled down rubbing one hand on your bump.
“Pähem parul, tì'ongokx ahuta.” The flowers swayed towards the melody as the wind grew quiet. Your necklace rattled gently with the wisps of the breeze. The feeling of freedom and glee made you glow in the evening dew.
“Lawnol a mì te'lan,” your soft voice sang as the sun slowly began to leave you for the night. It was the moon’s time to shine.
“Lawnol a mì te'lan,” you sang the lyric once more, wood spirits flowed towards your direction like graceful dancers.
“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe, tonìri tìreyä,” the world around you began to glow in vibrant colors. It’s soothing pigments lured you into a sleepy trance.
“Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe,” you were so tired and liberated from the world around you. The need to close your eyes grew stronger and stronger every passing second.
“Srrìri tìreyä, ma Eywa, ma Eywa.” You let out a yawn as you finished the song, nestling up next to a tree you allowed yourself to drift into dreamland.
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“There you are my love,” a familiar voice said as you opened your eyes to greet the special intruder. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder softly waking you back up.
“Neteyam, you nearly scared me to death,” you weakly laughed as you turn yourself to lay on your back. A yawn escaped from you as you rubbed your eyes open.
“I could say the same thing,” he commented back “I told you to not travel too far, with you being almost ready to deliver, I do not need you to be far away in pain.” His expression lightened up after seeing you and the baby were more than alright.
“I know, but I just wanted to adventure out for a bit.” You explained lifting yourself up with the help of your husband into a sitting position. “I’m just tired of being cooped up all day staring at the same wall.”
“I understand my love, but tell me when you are going to wander off so I may accompany you or send one of my siblings too.” He pushed back a strand of your hair behind your ear, admiring your beautiful features.
“I don’t need a baby sitter Neteyam.” You stated in an annoyed tone. “I am perfectly fine by myself.” You looked away from your mate, wanting to enjoy the beautiful night sky before you were sent back to your prison.
“And I didn’t say you weren’t capable sweetheart, I know fully well who I chose to spend the rest of my life with. You are a strong warrior Y/n, but-“
“There is no but, I just want to be able to have some privacy.” You responded back with tears in your eyes. The moon light shines across the sorrowful liquid.
“I understand that Y/n. I just don’t want to be told that my lover is in labor alone with no one to help her.” He argued back grabbing your hand in his, intwining your fingers in a tight hold.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized looking down at your baby bump, grabbing Neteyam’s free hand and placing it on your stomach allowing him to feel his baby’s kicks.
He looked back at you with gleaming eyes and a soft smile. You had the sweetest soul he has ever seen, he thought as he cradled your right cheek carefully. Gently bringing your faces together, your lips touched in a passionate delicate kiss. He held your face as you melted in the feeling of love.
The kiss was soft, he held you like a fragile flower who’s petals only began to bloom. Neteyam loved to lavish you with his love. You are his sweet caring mate who deserves nothing less than the world after all. He was so proud of you, so very proud of you for carrying his child.
He did everything for you, feeding every one of your cravings no matter how weird they were, massaging your sore feet as you cried out in pain over the cramps. His protectiveness over you increased once he figured out you were gifted with the blessing of having life. Oh how he loved you, you were his moonlight who paired so well with his stars.
A blush blemished your face as you parted away from the kiss. Your hands still intwined with one another.
“Nga yawne lu oer,” you whispered softly as you shifted yourself into his arms, trying to drift back into your wonderful nap.
“I love you to Y/n.”
:・゚✧:・.☽˚。・゚✧:・.:
a/n: if i was only this motivated to finish essays this fast…welp
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swampstew · 5 months
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Eustass Kid, G-46 ~ Con Non-Con
Summary: modern monster au, Eustass Kid is a vampire and you’re his favorite familiar. Need I say more?
Warnings: Spicy! Dom/Master Vampire Kid, Sub/Familiar Reader - long term relationship cause I'm in my feelings rn, blood drinking/maybe fetish, creampie, overstimulation, master/familiar play but make it heartwarming, marking/ownership Word Count: 942
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The day you met him was the happiest day of your life. So wild and attractive, you were certain you were under his spell the moment his golden eyes burned right through yours. It was like he had a gravitational pull on you. Soon you were face to face and he gave you a charming smile with sharp teeth.
“Hey. Wanna grab a drink?”
That was how it started. Oh you wished you could relive that moment so many times, to get the rush of adrenaline back again. How high you were on his personality and devilish looks alone, you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted too, your pussy controlled your brain and actions from your first interaction. One date became three, then that night he fucked you stupid.
You were addicted to him then.
The addiction was mutual – he wanted you nearby all the time, so possessive, so needy and clingy, especially when he had limited time and exposure due to his nature. Wanted to both show you off and keep you shut from the world so he could consume you selfishly.
One day he asked you, “Will you be mine? Forever?”
“I’ve been yours since Day 1.”
His toothy grin was so beautiful it made your heart burst. Kid bit his lip, drawing some blood and smearing it over his red tinted lips, making them darker in color. He used his stained thumb to spell out his name on your naked chest before smashing his iron coated lips to yours, and you eagerly swallowed him whole. Damn nearly every day.
Kid purchased private land in a dense wooded area, built a magnificent house and had you living with him since that day. While he slept you did as you pleased, so long as you were home when he was awake, and you damn better be there to greet him. He waited all night to kiss his beloved.
You’ve never missed a kiss and you swear you never will. Today you wanted to surprise him. You leapt into his coffin as the lid swung open, and he let out a pleased growl as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.”
“I dreamt about you. Missed you. What did you do today?” he gently grasped your wrist and brought it to his face, tracing his fangs against the blue flush of your veins, stopping shortly when he saw the fresh ink in your arm.
“Is that?”
It was. A dainty red tulip in your inner forearm, with a slender, mechanical hand tenderly holding the flower stem.
“Me?”
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” you tease, kissing up and down his neck. “Of course it is.”
“I didn’t think you’d do it.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m yours and you’re mine.”
He chuckled, “Have you always been so possessive?”
“Pot calling the Kettle bl—”
Kid didn’t let you finish, grabbed your waist and flipping you over so your back was against the maroon fur lining. Grinding his bulge into your stomach he growled, “Wrap it up, don’t want to infect it when I mark you some more with my cum.”
You were screaming as the coffin shook, Kid’s animalistic growls echoed in the gothic chamber and he pounded into your aching pussy, so eager to clench on him and pull him in deeply. His encouraging grunting as his hips smacked against your damp flesh made you fall apart – feeling like a sleeve at his mercy. The grace he provided by rubbing a calloused finger against your clit as he rubbed keen circles into it.
“Who do you belong to?”
“YOU KID! ONLY YOU!”
“Do you mean it?”
“Yes! Yes! Please, pleaasssee, I love you!!!”
Letting out a satisfied moan, he bit his lip sharply with his fang and smashed his mouth against yours. You lapped up the blood eagerly and it was like swallowing a flake of spice, the way it warmed your mouth and throat, tingling – so intense it almost felt like it was burning, maybe it was burning, it was so hot as it ran down your through and warmed your body from the inside out.
“FUUUUUCCCKK!!” You came hard around his cock, letting out a muffled moan that became a screech as you rode your orgasm while he fucked you through it. The overwhelming sensation of his heavy cock overstimulated your every nerve and still he didn’t let up.
Jerking back on feet to reposition himself on to his knees, he lifted your body and held on to your hips as he fucked into you. Your wails growing higher and tears leaded from your eyes as you felt the edge of another orgasm building inside you from his perfect cock.
“Say it!” he hoarsely growled in your ear.
“I’m yours forever, Master.”
Kid let out a strangled cry as his hips stuttered but did not cease his thrusting. He slammed into you a few more times before you both came together. Always in perfect union – so perfect for each other, you even had your orgasms nailed down to an exact science for maximum pleasure. Everything you have with Eustass Kid, just absolutely perfect.
With a content sigh, Kid fell back to sit down inside the coffin, still partly holding you, so he could watch his seed drip from you as he kept you plugged.
“If all it took for you to call me Master was marrying ya’, I woulda taken you to Vegas that same night.”
“Crazy thing is, I would have let you,” you grin at him. “Shiiiiittt, you always know what to say to get me hard as a rock.”
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4 tiles to go, 62 calls made so far. Since we've made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:
Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario
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Chasing Starlight: Chapter 7
Pairing: Poly!Feysand x female!Reader
Summary: After Nyx’s birth, Feyre is seeking to ease her way back into her duties as High Lady and balance her time at the gallery with being a new mother. To ease her mind, she and Rhys have decided to hire a new nanny, who turns out to be far more than either of them had bargained for.
A/N: I’m never going to get over the way I set these characters up to do one thing, and they’ll literally do anything else but the thing I set them up to do.
     When I pictured a seaside cottage, I was thinking of the ones I’d seen as a child: one made weather-beaten rock and dark wood, barely large enough to successfully house a few adults and maybe two small children with a chimney on the verge of crumbling, that somehow still managed to be cozy and charming. When we appeared on the path in front of a sprawling home of white stone on a rolling green hill, I decided Helion must have a very different opinion of what constitutes a cottage. The flower beds were overgrown, as cottage gardens so often are, and honeysuckle had climbed up the entire right side of the house, lending to the aesthetic.
     But I’d never seen a cottage where portions of the roof were made entirely of sparkling glass.
     We made ourselves at home quickly that first day.
     I took the bedroom on the first floor near the small library hidden in the turret at the back overlooking the sandy white beach. From my window, I could see the path that wound down the side of the hill, and the library even had a door that led to a patio with comfortable, plush furniture for lounging around a wide fire pit, and a secluded area hidden by gauzy white curtains that I made a note to explore later.
     That path came in handy today when we took Nyx down to the beach and put his feet in the sand for the first time. Naturally, he’d tried to put a fistful of it in his mouth and quickly discovered why that was a terrible idea. From the comfort of my faded blue blanket, I watched Rhys unfurl those beautiful, nightdark wings I was dying to trail my fingers down, only to watch Feyre reveal hers moments later. They made a striking picture, black wings stretched wide beneath the deep blue sky with the lovely blue-green ocean behind them. I watched them snuggle their babe and wade in the water with him and, for the first time, allowed myself to imagine what it might be like if I could do this forever.
     It had been peaceful until Rhys hauled me up from my blanket like I weighed nothing and carried me into the cool water where Feyre waded with Nyx. The splashing that ensued left us all drenched, and the babe giggling and waving his chubby arm until I retrieved him from his mother. His skin was cool from the seawater, but he was a welcome, grounding weight in my arms.
     Now the house is quiet. I can hear Feyre singing to Nyx upstairs, trying to get him down for the night, but he’s putting up an exceptionally good fight. Earlier I’d found a well-stocked liquor cabinet in the sitting room and a clean flask, so I manage to funnel some dark, richly spiced rum into it to take on my little excursion. With my drink and blanket in hand, I slip a thick, dark green knit sweater over my thin, champagne silk nightgown and wander back down to the beach.
     The night sky isn’t quite as magnificent as it is further north in Velaris, but at least the view of it over the ocean is unimpeded by buildings. There had been a librarian speaking in the square near one of the shops Feyre and Mor dragged me to before we left, talking about an impending meteor shower that should be visible all over Prythian. I don’t know much about the academic study of stars, I leave that to the scholars, but I do want to see this. The air is cooler than it had been this morning, I can feel goosebumps rising on my bare calves, but the liquor will make it tolerable in no time.
     Once I sprawl out on the blanket with my flask tucked against my hip, all that’s left to do is look up.
     It starts small, with one streak across the star-filled sky but, like the first flake preceding a snowstorm, more rapidly followed suit. I lean onto one elbow, unscrew the cap of my flask, and take one long, deep swig. I think this is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
     “It’s no Starfall, but it is pretty, isn’t it?” The low, warm voice sending a shiver down my spine could only belong to one male. I glance back over my shoulder to see Rhys with his hands deep in the pockets of his black wool cardigan, his head tilted back to look up at the sky. Since he’s not looking at me, I really allow myself to take him in. It’s rare to see him so dressed down, even at home. I think I’ve seen those linen lounge pants a scant few times. His toes are buried in the sand behind my blanket and I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him look more free than I have today.
     “Yeah,” I say, turning my attention back to the stars as I take a deep swig.
     “May I join you?”
     “Sure. I didn’t bring any more liquor, so I’m afraid you’ll have to source more if you want to drink–”
     “Miles ahead of you,” he says drily as he stretches out beside me, producing the bottle of rum I’d pilfered mine from with a wave of his hand. When I glance up at him, he gives me his most disarming smile, but I can only manage to twitch the corners of my mouth. It’s a tragedy, watching his smile dissolve into something more pensive as he stares down at me. “You’ve been quiet the past few days.”
     “Aren’t I usually?”
     “Quiet in a different way. Less observant, more pensive. What’s going on?”
     “Nothing really, I’ve just been stuck on the conversation I had with Azriel.” It’s not a lie. The Spymaster’s words have played over and over in my head, I think I even hear them when I’m sleeping.
     “What did he say to you?” I glance back at Rhys and cannot help the genuine smile that spreads across my face as he stares at me with an oddly tense expression.
     “What are you going to do, High Lord? Have him caned?” I tease, raising my flash to my lips.
     “Was what he said so bad?”
     “No,” I laugh. “No, it was actually very sweet. He’s a good male.”
     “One of the best.”
     “And insightful.”
     “Mhmm.”
     “And devastatingly handsome.”
     “Where exactly are you going with this?”
     “However far you’ll let me.” I laugh at his answering glare and look back up at the stars, finally beginning to feel the warming effects of the alcohol. “What, am I not allowed to have a crush?”
     “Do you?”
     “On Azriel?” I see him nod out of the corner of my eye and I shrug. “I mean, I see the appeal. He is handsome.”
     “Rhys?” Feyre’s voice breaks through my rambling, light with amusement, and I feel her settle onto the blanket on the other side of me. “What did you say to make him look like he’s chewing on rocks?”
     “Is that not just his face?” I ask, finally turning to look at her. She’s beautiful in the starlight, bundled in an oversized sweater and leggings against the chill, her bright blue eyes brimming with warmth. “I was telling him how attractive and nice Azriel is.”
     “Oh, so Azriel’s more your type?” She asks, arching a thin eyebrow. My answering laugh is tremulous. I could delight in teasing Rhys about his brother, ruffling his metaphorical feathers just a bit, but Feyre’s looking at me like she’s ready to give as good as she gets and I…don’t think I have it in me to spar with her tonight, not even for fun. “Funny, I used to threaten him with Cassian before we were mated.”
     “You what?” The incredulity must play across my face as I gape up at her. Her giggles and Rhys’s booming laugh fill the space around us. I stretch out on my back and curl my arm behind my head, looking back to the sky as I chew on my lip and contemplate this new, fun bit of information. “I mean, he is very tall and attractive in a rugged sort of way.”
     “I could put in a good word with Nesta if you’re interested in sharing,” she says lightly, plucking my flask from my hands as I choke on my own spit and Rhys chuckles into the bottle he brought. “Though I really don’t think I’d have to say much. Azriel, on the other hand, has a lot more he needs to work through before I could recommend any sort of lasting relationship.”
     “You’re in fine form tonight, my love.” Rhys says lightly. “Green looks good on you.”
     I glance at her again as she glares over my head at her mate. Her sweater is blue, in fact, I think it’s one of his now that I’m looking at it.
     “You probably don’t have to worry about recommending me to your sister. Now that I know they’re feasibly obtainable, I’m afraid she and Cassian are off the table.” I cross my legs and watch the slit fall on either side of my thigh. The fabric ripples and pools around me, as fluid as spilled champagne. “But perhaps Azriel and I would be well-matched after all. Misery does love company.”
     That’s it, the moment I know I’ve said too much. Hedged a little too close to the truth. Feyre’s fingers brush lightly over my hair and I wish it were more than just a casual touch, that it meant more than casual affection between friends. How is it possible to be physically surrounded by two of my closest friends, arguably the two I care the most for, and still be achingly lonely? Their presence is a little like trying to put a soothing balm on a festering wound: the balm is just a cover and, in the end, isn’t really what the wound needs to heal.
     “We know you’re upset,” Feyre says gently, shifting on the blanket until the length of her body stretches along mine. “Neither of us have been able to figure out why. Will you tell us what’s wrong? Is it…is it us, did we–”
     “No.” I shake my head furiously. “No, you’ve both been so kind, please don’t…everything that’s wrong with me is an ongoing saga, it’s all finally catching up to me because I– I stopped running from it.”
     Keeping my eyes on the stars, I reach for my flask to try and drown the knot forming in my throat, but all I find is Feyre’s warm, steady hand slipping into mine. I freeze, my breath catches in my throat as I glance down to watch her thread her long, fine artist’s fingers through the space between my own. My heart is racing, I know they can both hear it over the roar of the waves crashing against the shore.
     “You’re not alone,” Rhys says softly. I nod furiously in response, the shooting stars above me blurring until looking at the sky is more like watching snow fall from behind the safety of a window without the peace that usually accompanies such a sight. I feel like something in me is breaking, something vital that I have needed for nearly as long as I can remember, something that’s kept me safe. If I don’t get up right now, walk away and take some space to rebuild it, then I don’t know if there will be anything left in the morning to hide behind. “Come here.”
     With more than a little gentle prodding from Feyre, I roll onto my side as a powerful, wool clad arm slips beneath my head. I don’t know what to do with my arm, so I cautiously drape it across Rhys’s torso as Feyre settles in tightly behind me, her own arm sliding over my waist to rest beneath mine. It feels so natural to curl up between them, I think I could fall asleep like this if it weren’t for the part of my mind that wants to run screaming from the comfort being offered. Something cruel and traitorous whispers that this means nothing, that Rhys and Feyre are good and decent, that comforting those they care for is second nature to them and that’s all this is. Comfort. Friendship.
     That can be enough, can’t it?
     It’s more than I’ve had in years, I don’t need more.
     I sniffle a little, trying to get my emotions under control. Feyre presses further against my back, I can feel almost every curve in her body as it molds against mine. Rhys’s free hand wraps around her forearm and his arm rests heavily against my own, pinning it against his ribs.
     “It occurs to me that I’ve been trapped.” I mumble, wriggling inefficiently beneath Feyre’s arm.
     “You have a history of being a bit of a flight risk.” I laugh at Rhys’s casual teasing, shaking my head. “You don’t have to talk to us if you don’t want to, but hiding in a room by yourself until you manage to smother what’s bothering you isn’t an effective long-term solution either.”
     “You’re annoyingly persistent.”
     “You have no idea,” Feyre murmurs, her breath brushing against the nape of my neck as her mate chuckles, his thumb rubbing circles over the top of her sweater. I wonder what their courtship had been like, beyond the whispered rumors that had barely breached the walls of the house I’d been working for. The mother had been a terrible gossip but the father had been a commander who wouldn’t stand for it, so her favorite hobby was reserved for tea with friends away from the house and screaming children she’d barely given half a thought to since birth.
     “How can we help?” Rhys asks, his voice almost tender, but all I can do is shrug. “Do you want to talk about it?”
     “No.” I turn my face, hiding it in Rhys’s sweater, and take a deep breath heavy with the scent of citrus and sweet ocean air. I don’t want to talk about it, but I should. They already know the majority of it, they know the loss but not the pain of it that I’ve carried like a secret deep inside my body for years. They know nothing of my loss but plenty of their own, so when I resurface I rest my head on Rhys’s chest and listen to the steady heartbeat beneath my ear. We lay there so long I sync my breath to it, stray tears drying on my face as Feyre’s arm over my waist grows heavier and I can’t tell if she’s asleep.
     There in the quiet, with only stars and my closest friends to bear witness, I open my mouth and begin to speak. I tell them of the mother I barely knew, the shadow I remember her as, and the father who tried to be everything to me once she was gone. I tell them of my brothers, hotheaded and stubborn on the surface but kind to their cores, the way they had tutored me after their own studies or work, depending on the brother, and the sisters-in-law who had doted on me. I tell them of the last time I saw them, of the burning flesh and bone-deep sense of loss I fled the Autumn Court with. I do not speak of Eris and the eyes I’d felt on my back for years after I’d left, but I do speak of the lengthy isolation that followed my exile. Moving from one family to another, one court to the next, all of them the same because I left no one behind to miss me.
     No one but the children I’d cared for, who would forget me in a matter of months.
     The way I’d moved through this world like one of Azriel’s shadows, seen but never heard. Never truly understood. I tell them what the shadowsinger had said to me, and how I didn’t know how to accept the love he’d said it was okay to have and it’s that, the idea that I’ll never know how to accept it, that scares me most of all.
     “I’ve found,” Feyre says after a long, quiet moment, “that you can only accept what you believe you deserve. If you don’t believe you deserve to be loved, then you won’t allow anyone to get close enough to do so. No matter how much they’d like to.”
     “What if I never do?” I whisper, gripping Rhys’s sweater tightly. “Deserve it, I mean.”
     “What do you think you’d have to do to deserve to be loved?”
     “I don’t know.”
     Feyre’s hand covers my own and she gently pries the knit fabric from my grasp to hold my hand securely in her own. Rhys’s hand settles over ours, his palm a warm weight on our cold, tangled fingers. I feel it again, a pulse somewhere near my heart, and something like a tug. It’s light, the way a child might pull at the sleeve of an adult’s shirt to get their attention, but it’s there. I don’t really know what it is, but it feels solid…I shut my eyes and focus on the cool night air, allowing it to pull my awareness out of my body and back into the world.
     When I open my eyes again, the stars are shining brightly overhead and I am warm, cocooned between two of my favorite people in the world. Whatever else there is to think about can be sorted another day. Tonight I can just have this, and it can be enough.
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yourangel137 · 10 months
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“Beautiful.” A Kazuha X Fem!reader Fanfic
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Again one of my proudest possessions, so I want to post it here too for safe keeping <3
Pairings: Kazuha x Fem!reader
Warnings: reader is insecure. Did not proof read
Genres: fluff
Type: drabble
Word count: 835 words
Summary: Reader is insecure about herself, but Kazuha likes her for who she is. + Confession
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Everyone would fall for him if they know what kind of person he is. Gentle and kind by nature, poetic with his words and patient with his gestures, he’s the type to treat his loved one like loyalty and you knew that too. It’s just the fact that,, you aren’t confident enough about yourself to fully accept your feelings for him. To you, he deserves better, he deserves someone prettier and someone whose willing to give more than you think you’re able to give. Yet, every time you try to avoid the kind wanderer, he always seems to find his way back to you. Why was that? Why does he care to stay when he deserves better?
Unknowingly to you Kazuha always has his eyes on you and has always seen you as the most beautiful girl he laid his eyes upon. To him, your body is beautiful, your face is gorgeous and your personality is breathtaking. Even if you try to hide your insecurities from him, he knows you’re insecure. He can feel your attitude change around him, your body posture curling and trying to hide your body in some way. It hurts him seeing you so insecure, but he hopes one day you’ll see yourself the same way he sees you.
Your hand trails over the railing from The Crux, feeling the small marks on the wood. You told yourself you wouldn’t go with Beidou and Kazuha on the boat to Inazuma, but in the end you gave in and joined anyways. Maybe because you could never say no to Kazuha his puppy eyes whenever you reject his ideas at first. ‘Dangit.. Why must he be so cute..’ You think to yourself. A breeze touches your exposed neck, goosebumps forming in your delicate skin. Today the breeze seems to be colder than usual and you didn’t fully prepare for colder weather. Before you can think of a possible solution to the sudden cold temperature, a voice calls out to you. “Are you cold, Y/N? It’s colder than usual today.”
The sudden voice you hear from behind you makes you jump a little before turning around to face him. “Ah.. Kazu.. Yeah I guess it’s kind of chilly today. I’ll be okay though~” You answer him, cheeks flaring up a little from embarrassment he caught you thinking to yourself. “Let’s get you inside instead. I know it’s going to rain soon and I also do not want you to catch a cold.” He holds out a hand for you to take, a gentle yet sweet gesture he uses on you so you’d come with him.
It’s hard to reject such an offer so you gently put your hand on top of his and let him lead you away from the deck and to a warmer place instead. Once you two got inside, you watch him let go of your hand and instead grab a blanket and put it around your body. “You should be more prepared next time, the breeze can get cold really fast. Always bring an extra pair of warm clothes with you, dove.”
The sudden nickname makes your heart skip a beat, cheeks flaring up this time from the sudden rush of love you’re feeling for the man before you. “I’m sorry.” You say, but instead of more scolding, you see Kazuha his eyes soften for you. “Why do you think so little of yourself, darling?”
“W-wha-?”
“I know you’re insecure about yourself. I just personally don’t understand why. To me, you’re like a work of art. Your words flow like music out of your mouth, your personality is as warm and bright as the sun, your beauty is as beautiful as the prettiest and brightest of flowers and your whole existence brightens my life more than the sun is even able to do.”
You’re at loss of words, quickly noticing how Kazuha his cheeks turned pink from his sudden confession. ‘Wait.. is this a confession?’ You ask yourself, yet you couldn’t seem to place those words on your tongue and speak them out loud.
“My words might be a lot to take in right now. So I want you to take your time and let this flow in your mind for a bit longer before you answer me back.”
You quickly shake your head and you part your lips to finally speak your mind too. “I like you.” Yet the way those words left your parted lips, ended up louder than you hoped they would. His cheeks flare up more, turning into a more reddish glow, yet his smile is brighter than his blush.
“That was supposed to be my line, dove.” He let’s out the cutest chuckle before speaking once again. “I hope one day I can make you realize how beautiful you truly are. But... Let’s take things slow and steady my sunshine.” Silently you agree with him, nodding along with his words, words you never thought he’d tell you.
He really is too good to be true.
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Thank you for reading <3
Much love,
Angel
Made on: 26-03-2023
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plutopitou · 11 months
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◇ The price to pay
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takami keigo | hawks x female reader
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genre: dark content, angsty
You continue to fight and back talk Keigo. Even though he stole you away, couldn’t you see it was all useless? It’s the bed that you made and now you have to lie in it. | MDNI 18+
word count: 1.9k
warnings: yandere!hawks, he’s mean in this one :( , lowkey misogynistic themes but its hot cuz its him, degradation, smut, slight manipulation, dumbification, dub/con, rough sex, language not for the lighthearted
I did this so quickly in my standards and I’m kinda in love with it. Ok luv u guys bye bye
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Keigo wondered why you loved to poke the sleeping bear.
Or better yet, why you continued to throw rocks at the big, scary predatory bird. It was the third time this week you did this.
You anxiously pick at your cuticles feigning a face of disinterest. You didn’t have to raise your head to see Keigo’s hard, amber stone eyes lock onto your sitting figure, trying to penetrate the fort you built.
It’ll all crumble down eventually, he thought.
You always mentally complimented how much you loved that glass white rice bowl, peppered with small colorful flowers and blue trims. Its fragments are scattered on the wood floor with steaming white grains , shattered into a puzzle you don’t think you can put back together.
“Clean it up.”
Your stomach jolts from his stern voice, anticipating possibly the worst any second. If you knew anything about the hero, it was his unpredictable nature. Yet still, you seemed to toy around knowing that.
He comes back with a bowl in his right hand, pushing to you a glass of water. The table rattles with him settling his rice bowl in front of his chair with a perfectly centered yellow egg yolk.
“And if I don’t?” You sip on the water, watching him sit and begin to eat without you. He knew if you won’t eat, you’ll drink something instead.
Keigo isn’t fazed as this game as been played out. It wasn’t the first time you’ve acted out before. There’s been tipped over expensive dishes, slit furniture coughing up stuffing, pulled knives, and hair cut in spite.
You always thought back to when your parents sit you down and had the the talk of what to do if you’re in a bad situation. It was to run. The answer was to always run away, but what help could that ever do when the chaser was right above you.
“Why do you always insist on fighting me, hm?” He asks. “Haven’t all my furniture suffered enough?” He chuckles pushing a slab of rice into his mouth.
With each slice on the fabric you screamed with it, pondering why couldn’t it be him instead. He held no fear to you like you did him, you are still a little kitten trying to bear its claws.
“You can pretend to be some picture perfect hero all you want, climbing the ranks to gain the trust of the public..” You slam down the glass. “But you know you’ll never be number one. And when the day comes that everyone finds out how much of a goddamn fake you are, I’ll be laughing with the rest of them..”
“you’re a fucking psychotic fraud.”
You were scared. Keigo knew that.
From the day he wisped you away, it was a challenge to pry a moment where you weren’t always so angry. Yet you were still so easy to steal away from everyone. That Thursday morning he first met you, he could count on one hand how many days it took until you gagged underneath him, a drooling, mumbling mess. So beautiful, sweet and kind; always saying sorry even if it wasn’t your fault, you were just that type of gentle person.
You were just so.. easy.
Surface level, there was still a phantom feeling of that Keigo walking past you in the morning making breakfast, performing a stellar act as a normal being. That deep rooted desire locked away behind your heart, it was so obvious you kept that vision of him in front of you trying to forget the sour identity. But you wished he would stop lying. You poke and prod until he clenches his jaw and just wants to hit you.
He can forgive his baby for being a little upset they don’t have full control over themselves anymore. He forgave you for slashing his furnishings, breaking his fine china and pulling weapons out on him in wrath. But there was something special in the way you set your foul agenda on the goal he just can’t seem to grasp.
You knew that.
“Clean that up and go. You’re done for tonight.” Was all he uttered. You quietly finished half of the water before cleaning up your mess. From Keigo’s sudden quietness you choose to end it right there, the last thing you wanted to do was feel bad for the words you said.
You anticipated some sort of reaction from the red-winged hero, however he won’t spoil when you’re gonna get it- and you will.
Walking into the room was nothing less than a haze, wondering if the events from earlier even happened, feeling like some sort of obscure dream. Why couldn’t you remember walking into the room? Or passing out on your shared bed you’re forced to lay in.
There was a time in your childhood you were always so dizzy. You get up too fast, you fall right back down where you came from. The lights flashed in front of your eyes and you’d wake back up wondering if it was the next day.
In another life maybe the circumstances would’ve been different, but this is the life you’re living now.
Your eyes peel open, a proding sensation deep in your mouth.
You’re forced to breathe thrrough your nose, immediately gripping onto the strong wrist maneuvering the fingers in your throat. Your eyes advert to Keigo looking down at you, predatory gaze locked and unmoving.
The situations settles in your stomach, feeling you body laid over his lap, head cushioned on the bed while Keigo continues to fuck your mouth. Tears bubble on your lashes, spitting out as he teases the warm cavern.
“You up now, baby?” He whispers. “Are you ready to apologize now, hm?” He pulls out, you choke and gasp trying to fill up on as much air before he takes it from you again.
The spite he emits during his violations is the type to make you plead and cry. Were you perfectly confident in the idea that he wouldn’t kill you one of these days? That he certainly had enough and would let you cum one last time before you pass out and ponder if you’ll wake up again? Would he try and fuck your passed out body until he came inside in an attempt to awaken you in your slumber? Was he that unhinged?
You moaned a cry, your hips scrambling to get up, his strong hold on your face keeps you still.
“You know I try really hard, sweetheart.” He pushes his hand back inside. “Everytime you act out, it’s because I let you- fuck, yes gag for me.” You trash on him. “But you just keep trying to shove me until I don’t wanna place nice anymore.. is that what you want, hm?” He asks mockingly. His sharp handsome face getting closer as he coos at your cute little whimpers and sharp inhales through your nose, tempting him to close it shut so you can really feel how much power you have. “Would you rather I chain you up, keep you in a dark room until I come and fuck you full of my cock and leave? Do you like this shit or something?” He asks exasperated.
Keigo pulls his hand out of your hot mouth, strings of spit chaining you to him. Heaving, you shoot out whatever you can to defend yourself. “No, Keigo, please-“
He quickly clasps on your soft, slender neck, gripping to shut you up, he didn’t care for your excuses. “Nu-uh, you’ve talked enough today, baby.” Keigo slides his free hand over the cloth of your panties, teasingly dipping in from the sides, loving the warm sensation of your slick already soaking through. “That’s all you do is talk, and talk, and talk. You’re much better off shutting up and taking what I give you.” He looms over you, “Mhm, just shut the fuck up and take it pretty baby, here.”
You cry as Keigo pushes three fingers inside your slick cunt, taking it eagerly like he’s never spoiled you before. He gasps at the throbbing sensation of your wet tunnel, his lips ghosting over yours, sucking up your cries and soul with it.
You never seem to fucking understand, don’t you? Each vile word and insult- you had this coming, you couldn’t be so stupid to not see it? Was the taste of the spiked water not obvious enough or were the nerves of anticipating something else in that moment so distracting you couldn’t feel the fatigue stir in your body? He wanted to laugh.
You’re a bumbling mess, not even a coherent being anymore with your sentences jumbling together not making any sense; completely focused on thrusting up your waist attempting to feel him go deeper.
His fingers curl against the side of your soft flesh, causing you to flinch .
“Fuck, I love it when you cry, it’s alright- cry more.” He whispers, watching your tears fall attentively. “Your sweet, drooling face, baby, you look so pathetic and I love it.” He rambles, voice low against your cheek, the grip on your neck is almost bruising and you revel in the fear. He knows you do in the way you clumsily wither in his grip, not to get away but a silent plead to give what you truly want.
The clench of your pussy was enough of a clue to say you’re ready to cum if he’ll let you. You whine on his side, Keigo’s small laughs at your desperation left you feeling so restless.
“You wished it was my cock instead, right, baby? But you don’t deserve that, no, not after this shit you keep pulling.” Your voice gets caught up in your throat as he squeezes harder. He jackrabbits your little cunt with his hand, gasping at your expression and the lewd aura of your crying pussy. “I’m so obsessed with you, sweet girl, fucking cum on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Keigo rambles holding your body closer to his heat, mumbling such obscene and vulgar language for you, how much he loves your slutty body, how he can spit in your mouth and slap you and somehow you’d still end up on your knees asking for forgiveness.
The room echos with your choked gasps and squelch from his hands, giving any porn video a run for their money. You roll your eyes feeling warm liquid squirt from your cunt on its own accord, completely soaking Keigo’s wrist. He didn’t mind, instead continued to pump your sore pussy searching for more until there was no more left, teasing your wet folds till you flinched just because he can.
Your figure is slumped against the bed, Keigo looking over you fucked-out body in approval. He holds you close to his sitting figure as you doze off again. There were only so many times he would willingly let you pretend to have an upper hand on the unstable relationship he forced upon you.
Keigo would never deny the role he plays when it comes to you. Was he any different than the Gods at these shrines people pray to? All forgiveness of apologies was his decision to accept and they were only accepted with crude prices.
And if you continue to sin, it’s in your best interest to get on your knees in front of him and start praying.
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Haha I got writers block writing Dabi’s story and might rewrite parts of it, but here’s this treat in the mean time <3
Also life got a little tough but I’m happy to have an outlet. Hope to upload Dabi’s next ★彡
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thedragonkween · 7 months
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Hiii! I know I’m a bit late but I just wanted to say that I loved your Nuada HCs! Like literally made my heart melt they were so cute! 🩵
Anyway, I was wondering what kinds of activities you think he’d enjoy doing with his s/o. Personally, I see him as being very into nature (especially secluded wilderness uninhabited by humans) but I wanted to hear your thoughts! ⭐️
Do you see him as a dog or cat elf?
Would he be down to spend a lazy day in bed cuddling his partner?
What would he do for his partner during a holiday? :)
Hi! Thank you so much, I appreciate your words a lot 💜 I'm happy that there are many people who want to smooch our elf prince. 🧝 And sorry for the delay on this one!
Now, onto your questions!
Tags: Gender neutral Reader, headcanons, sfw, no warnings!
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What kind of activity would Nuada enjoy doing with you?
I agree with you a lot on this one! From what I understood from the film, elves are tied with nature and share a deep connection with it. It would be natural (ha-ha) for him to want to spend time with you there! And of course, the more secluded from humans, the better. It doesn't necessarily have to be super tough hikes (although he would enjoy them and would have no difficulty conquering steep hills or getting lost in thick forests) - he understands that you may not be built for that and takes great pleasure even in taking a calm walk through the woods or a park.
Just imagine him walking next to you (so he can protect you if anything happens), telling you stories of the spirits who live in the wilderness, occasionally touching the bark of ancient oaks and beech trees with reverence while listening to them talk. You would have the privilege of knowing the language of the forest thanks to him. 🌳
Is he a dog or a cat elf?
I'm a bit torn on this one. I think he definitely has a soft spot for all kinds of animals (think of the scene where he slaughters the police officers, but leaves the dogs alive). I believe that he has great respect for all things relating to nature. That said, for the kind of life that he lives, I believe he could enjoy a dog companion that fights with him and accompanies him on his adventures! As for cats, I can see him having a horde of stray cats that live in his nest in the sewers, maybe cuddling up to him while he studies his next move or tinkers with his elvish technology. They just like spending time around him because he has a peaceful presence and spares them treats from time to time. In turn, the cats get rid of the rats, so it's a favorable deal for both parties.
Would he be down to spend a lazy day in bed cuddling his partner?
If he cared about you so much to consider you his partner, I believe there is little he wouldn't do for you! If you're feeling tired, are sick, or simply want to spend time with him away from the chaos of the human world, he would take you to his lair and cuddle you there, keeping you fully to himself. You could also convince him to spend time in your home, teaching him about human technology or entertainment to show him that humans are capable of creating something beautiful, and not just destruction.
What would he do for his partner during a holiday?
I think he would honor elvish tradition and give you gifts or partake in traditional elvish holiday festivities with you! His culture is sacred to him, and nothing would make him happier than sharing that part of him with you. He weaves flower crowns out of rare flowers for you, dances under the stars on summer nights and even has a weapon crafted for you, such as a small knife, in the event he is not there to protect you (although he never lets you out of his sight, if possible).
Of all human holidays, I bet he'd enjoy Halloween the most. Going around scaring humans? The fashion? Seeing you dressed as a mystical creature? He's all for it!
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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year
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Seeds of Love (O.G)
Not a request because I’m currently working on a project based off two requests that I have but wrote up some Ominis content for you. Thank you for your patience and kind words as well, my brother is fine (He’s definitely in jail for riding an unregistered bike) and my mother is doing well since her surgery! I hope to begin writing and posting more soon and perhaps return to our original schedule, so be on the lookout! This is just fluff, and there’s no mention of the reader’s gender or house <3 just a small frustration because I wanted to use Stargazer Lillies in this bc they’re my favourite but they were bred in 1975 and wouldn’t have been a thing at the time, so I improvised and went with flowers native to Scottland. I ALMOST POSTED THIS TO THE WRONG BLOG I GOT SCARED
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      You take in a slow breath as the warm light from the sun hits your face, the warm breeze causing the flowers around you to gently sway. You turn to Ominis as you sighed, smiling as he fixed his robe. “There are plenty of different flowers around here that I haven’t seen before, I’m glad you agreed to come with me.” You said, taking his hand as you led him through the field, a small patch of sun and colourful nature in the midst of the Forbidden Forest. Ominis nodded, following you as he felt another breeze blow through, the sweet scent of flowers filling his senses. “I do have a question, though, if you will.” He said, frowning slightly as he turned his gaze to you. “Of course, go right ahead.” You replied, stopping as you turned to Ominis. “How did you find this place? It was quite the walk to get here, even with Floo Powder. Where are we, exactly?” You smiled sheepishly as you looked down at the grass, unsure how to explain how you ended up in a field of flowers.
      “Well, I guess you could say we’re in the Forbidden Forest.” “Forbidden Forest? Why are we in the Dark Woods? And what were you doing here in the first place?” You fiddled with your fingers, looking around you as you tried to think. “I was in The Three Broomsticks, when one of the patrons called me over. They talked about how they saw butterflies around here once, when she was a student. She wanted to know where they led and asked if I would be able to find out for her.” Ominis sighed as he shook his head lightly. “So, a woman asked you to follow butterflies, into the woods that she was too scared to go into, and you did?” You nodded, frowning. “It was something to do, I suppose. And it worked out well in the end. They led me to a random chest, so I figured I would continue to follow them again next time I saw them.” And you did; following the cluster of butterflies had become a game of hide and seek, and you had enjoyed the things you had found each time. “So, I followed them a bit ago, and they led me here. There was nothing of value really, not even a bag of coins. But this place is filled with amazing flowers, and the grass is actually green instead of the dark scale in the woods. I think it’s beautiful.” You said, taking a seat in the soft grass.
       You patted Ominis’ leg as looked down, taking his hand to have him sit next to you. Ominis looked at you, puzzled. “Why did you bring me here, then?” He asked, hearing leaves rustle as the breeze came through again, the blades of grass tickling his hand. He turned his head to his side, dropping his hand to run it through the soft grass with a small smile. You smiled as you watched him, forgetting for a moment that he had asked you a question. “Y/n? Did you hear me?” He asked, turning to you again with furrowed brows. Your eyes widened slightly as you nodded quickly. “Yes! Well, I figured you’d enjoy it. I have a bunch of the flowers memorized now, so I could have talked about them to you at the castle, but I wanted you to be here in this space.” You explained, your cheeks heating up slightly as you turned away, picking a flower and examining it. “This space? It feels undisturbed, as if no one has found it yet.” Ominis said, finding a collection of Daffodils and feeling the soft yellow petals, or perhaps this was a collection of white ones? “It’s pretty deep into the forest, so it should be safe to assume that no one has found it. Just us, for the time being.” You smiled, reaching over him as you took one of the daffodils, smiling as you dropped it onto his lap. “Those are huge, the daffodils. They’re the white ones with the orange center, not like the yellow ones that honk at you when you pass by.” Ominis smiled as he picked up the flower, its strong stalk bending slightly as he tilted it towards you. “This place is nice. I’m glad you thought to bring me here with you.”
      The two of you continued to relax in the meadow; Ominis sat happily as you would run off for a moment and come back with another flower, placing it in his hands as you gushed about its colour. Ominis didn’t know what you were doing with the flowers afterwards, but you never gave him time to ask when you returned again with a new flower. “Ominis!” You shouted happily, causing him to jump slightly. He turned his head towards you, leaning back slightly when you came up behind him. “What is it? Did you find something?” He asked, smiling as he felt your hand graze his face as you stood over him. “I did! There’s a small patch of flowers near the edge of the field that I hadn’t looked at! Oh, they’re amazing, Ominis!” You said, taking a seat next to him as you crossed your legs, holding the new flower in your hands gently as you gazed at it. “It’s a Parnassus! This one in particular is one is the Grass of Parnassus.” You said, smiling as you placed it into his hands. Ominis felt the soft petals, furrowing his brows as he registered the name. “Grass of Parnassus? What kind of name is that?” He asked, frowning as he twirled the small flower between his fingers. You chuckled, looking at the flower as it spun, forming a shape that resembled the twinkle of a star. “It lives in batches of grass, usually near water, but I didn’t see any nearby. The flower itself doesn’t look like grass.” You smiled, chuckling to yourself.
      “It certainly doesn’t feel like grass. But it has a nice shape” Ominis said, trailing a finger over the flower. “What are these patches of things in it? Is that where the pollen is?” You nodded, grabbing his hand, and moving his finger to where one of the many antennae sat, the soft yellow powder brushing off onto his finger. “There’s five of them, each with at least seven smaller bundles of yellow things. I’m not sure why they need so many, but it looks cute.” Ominis nodded, his cheeks slightly warm as you stayed close, taking his finger to move over the flower itself. “It looks like a star, and it’s white with what kind of looks like veins on each petal.” “Veins? Why would a flower have veins?” You chuckled as you shook your head. “I don’t think they work like actual veins; it’s just how they grow. It also has a bulb in its center, not sure what it does, if I’m to be honest.” You watched as Ominis continued to mess with the flower, smiling as he furrowed his brows when he traced the surface of the flower again, taking in the details that you described to him. You sighed, looking around the area as bundles of wildflower swayed gently, stretching your arms. “There are plenty of flowers here that I haven’t shown you, if you’d like another.” Ominis turned to you, head tilted slightly as he held the flower gently. “Only if you want, I’m rather contempt with the flowers you have brought me, but I wait eagerly for your next find.” He said, smiling as he listened to you whisper a small “yes!”
      As you went off in search of another flower, Ominis sat alone, feeling the warm rays of the sun kiss his skin as his heart began to beat faster. He kept the Parnassus in his hand as he felt a small smile grace his lips, his chest tightening with each beat from his heart. He appreciated you; everything you did for him was sweet. You had found a random untouched meadow and thought to bring him with you to explore it. You took the time to hand pick what you thought was the perfect flower for him, describing them to him each time without fail. When did you start doing that? Ominis thought, feeling his cheeks heat up. He heard your voice call to him once again, announcing that you had found another flower. He turned his head in your direction, his eyes widening as he felt a wave of nervousness wash over him as he visualized your smile, feeling as if he had just discovered what love was.
      You reach him and smile, holding a soft bundle of purple Heather in your hand. You stood there beside Ominis as he gazed up at you, confused as you watched him try to stand. “I brought you some Heather, they smell really nice!” You said, handing them over as Ominis straightened his back as he continued to hold the other flower. “Y/n, why do you do this for me?” He asked, taking the Heather from you and gently letting it rest in his palm. You furrowed your brows as you frowned slightly, confused. “What do you mean?” “You didn’t have to bring me here or tell me about flowers. But you did, why?” You looked down at the grass, watching as it darkened in his shadow. “Because you deserve it, of course.” You said, smiling as you glanced up. Ominis felt his cheeks heat up more as he bit the inside of his cheek. “I’m sure you would have an easier time showing this to anyone else, you don’t have to waste your breath describing flowers to me.” He said softly, playing with the flowers in his hand. You shook your head as you scoffed, reaching to take the Parnassus from his hand. “I want you to know what’s around you. You should know how the world around you looks, even if I must describe everything around you.” “You don’t have to.” “I want to be your eyes, besides, no one else would willingly want to follow me to a flower patch like you did.” You chuckled, placing the flower into the pocket of his robe.
      Ominis took your hand into his as soon as you let go of the flower, his gaze to the ground as he spoke quietly. “You wish to be my eyes.” You nodded, gently squeezing his hand. Ominis stayed silent for a moment, pondering what to say next. “Would you tell me, then. What do you see when you look at me?” Your smile grew as you gazed at his face, his cheeks becoming pinker as you watched. “I see a work of art. Like flowers, or the night sky; I can’t help but wonder what artist was able to envision a being as beautiful as you.” You spoke gently, feeling your hand squeezed as his eyes widened. “You speak as if you have already thought about it.” “I have. You don’t give yourself enough credit, you know.” “One would think that there was love in those words, with the way you said them.” He said, a small smile gracing his lips. You nodded, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you smiled softly. “One would think.” Ominis stood frozen, his heart beating rapidly as he spoke. “My love is yours, if you’re willing to take it.”
      Your smile grew as you kissed his cheek, slowly wrapping an arm around his center, still keeping hold of his hand. “And my hand is yours to hold, even if you have nowhere to go.” You said softly, placing another kiss on his face. Ominis smiled as he wrapped his free arm around you, the Heather still held between his fingers. You smiled as you glanced at the purple flowers beside you, finally connecting your lips with his. He smiled into the kiss, his soft lips moving in sync with your own as you chuckled slightly. As you pulled away, you couldn’t stop yourself from planting a small kiss to his nose, watching as his eyes widened in surprise. “I promise to plant kisses like seeds to your being, so that one day you will grow to love yourself as I love you.” You said, breathing in the breeze, smiling as it picked up the flowers you had picked for Ominis and scattering them around you. Ominis chuckled as he held you tighter, whispering into your ear. “You’ll have to do a lot of kissing then, just to combat the love I have for you.”
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bellafragolina · 1 year
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Yay, your requests are open! >w<
I’m not sure if you’ve done this already, but may I request headcanons for how Piers, Adaman, and Milo would react when their S/O proposes to them?
-🌼 Daisy Anon
Wehhhhh I love proposalsssssss
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Piers:
Piers luckily isn't jealous of your adoration of other artists. He doesn't care if he isn't your favorite (though you assure him that he is), and even tells you his own favorites. So, after a long long time of saving up, you get him some tickets for a show. And Piers is excited to experience their music with you
Whether you're into the kind of metal music he's into or not, Piers finds himself laughing at how you jam out. Whether you're banging your head or trying to do your best in the pit, Piers is smiling the entire time. It's one of his favorite nights ever
And it only gets better when the band takes a pause to do an announcement. They call out Piers, and the crowd shuffles away with the spotlight that falls on him. He tugs at his collar, a little embarrassed by all the attention, only for the lead singer to say "so you gonna marry them or not?"
He turns, and there you are on one knee. Piers feels frail for a moment, falling to his knees beside you as he nods. The crowd goes wild for you both, especially when Piers kisses you, the ring on his finger glinting in the light. It really is the best night of his life
Adaman:
Adaman enjoys time with you, however he can get it. Being a clan leader takes up a lot of his time, sadly, so he makes sure to love you to the fullest whenever he can get his hands on you. He's not fond of bringing you flowers, since they wilt after a while, and is more fond of lasing gifts, like pretty stones or handmade clothes.
You take this into account for your proposal. You spend hours carving away at wood with a small knife, doing your best to create a Leafeon like his partner. A lot of scrapped works and a lot of splinters later, and you have a gift, but not a place, or a script.
You take Adaman to the shrine where you fought Palkia with Dialga, where Adaman's world was turned on its head. You take him there, and hold his hands in yours, surrounded by history and magic.
You present the carving you made, murmuring about time and how you want the rest of yours to be at his side. Adaman stares, heart stopped in his chest as he realizes you gave up precious time to make this for him, to bring him here, to tell him you want this to be the rest of your life. Your time, all his to have, if he wants. And he wants that so badly, wants his time to be yours as well. He kisses you, and it's a beautiful answer
Milo:
Milo, as you know, loves plants. He enjoys growing you flowers, food, anything you want to see! He happily accepts you into his garden as well, showing you how he cares for his plants and makes them grow so well. Milo is also very pleased to see you pay close attention to what he tells you, sometimes taking notes, sometimes asking about the plants outside of the garden
He's not suspicious. Why would he be? Milo thinks you're just indulging him in his hobby, learning from him so you can come to love it yourself. He does ask if you'd like a little patch of your own in his garden, and you do consider it before shaking your head. You'd hate to have your poor plants take away from his beautiful ones, despite what he says
That's why Milo's so surprised when you take him out, to a lot farther out from the house, in the Wild Area. You show him a small garden, full of flowers, all of them his favorites. He awes of the natural wonder, until you sheepishly admit that these are your flowers, that you grew yourself, all as you get down on one knee.
Milo cries. He's not ashamed to admit that halfway into your asking him to marry you, he cries. But he can't help it, with how in love wit you he is. You grew him flowers, you worked so hard, all for him. How could he not be so excited to marry you?
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i hope these are good for you! thank you for requesting my dear!
~Renee
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