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yearning-for-autumn · 3 months

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Acotar Trauma-Verse -- Part 1

Azriel

A/N - This is a self indulgent character study series, I wanted to explore the trauma of each of the batboys, and how it manifested in their childhood. This is pure angst.

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Summary - Azriel has been in Rhysand's house for about a month. He is struggling.

Warnings - Childhood trauma, angst, unhealthy coping.

Pairings - None

Word Count - 900

“Azriel? Azriel? Azriel.”

Someone was calling his name, but Azriel couldn’t hear them. Well, he could. They were muffled as if they were underwater. Or he was underwater. He felt wet, and warm, like he had been swimming. He would be cold if he had been swimming wouldn’t he? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t think he ever had been swimming before.

“Azriel, wake up.”

It was Cassian’s voice. At least, it sounded like Cassian. He loved Cassian. He loved both of his brothers. His new brothers. They were nice to him. He wasn’t always that nice to them. He had been mean to Rhysand today, he pushed him down the stairs. Rhys had cried. Why had he cried? Doesn’t he know there’s no point? No one’s coming to help you. Even if you cry. Even if it hurts. Even when you need someone to—

“AZRIEL!”

He jolted awake with a gasp. Instantly he could tell what was wrong. Cassian was sat by the foot of his bed, Rhys by his side. Rhysand had been the one to finally wake him, shouting directly into his mind. Both of them knew by now not to shake him awake.

Azriel’s shadows had flooded the space, swirling around his brothers frantically. By the looks on their faces, they weren’t contained to just his room. They must have infiltrated the entire house. He stared off into the distance, praying that they were at least masking his scent. His brothers couldn’t find out. They could never find out. He could feel his hands shaking violently and willed them to stop, they didn’t obey. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them fall. He could hear Rhys and Cassian asking if he was ok, what happened, what’s wrong, Az. Az?

“Azriel.” Her voice. Her scent. His shadows slowly retreated back to him. “Boys, leave him alone for a while, I will look after him. He’ll be ready to see you again in the morning.” Rhys’ mother. His mother. Her gentle hands, calloused from her hours of sewing and tailoring, guided him towards her. He couldn’t speak, but with Cassian and Rhysand gone, he could cry.

He took heavy, shuddering breaths as he cried. Hot tears running down his cheeks and wetting his mothers shoulder. She held him firm through it all.

“Now, darling.” She said as his tears calmed. “Let’s get you out of bed and cleaned up.”

Anger bubbled up inside him. He didn’t know where it came from. Nor could he control it. His shadows lashed out before he could and slammed the door that was barely ajar.

“No!” His voice was hoarse from disuse.

“Azriel, I know you’re upset. But you need to clean up. I will stay, I will help you.” His mother, held his hands in hers, gently massaging them over the thick bandages. He growled, and something like delight flickered in him when she flinched, before it was swamped by crushing guilt.

“Mama.” He said softly, and she kissed him on the forehead.

“My darling. Please let me help you.”

“I don’t want to!” He knew he was yelling, it felt good to yell. His mother looked resigned and let him. He screamed. Screamed and screamed and cried. The wardrobe door was squeaking on its hinges as his shadows flung it open and slammed it over and over. His desk was hovering just off the ground, as if the dark whorls of energy were ready to send it flying out of the window. The curtains ripped and tore.

Light returned, after a little while. After his voice grew tired, and his screams became sobs and his shadows got bored of wreaking havoc on their room. Rhys’ mum took a calming breath, in through her nose, out through her mouth.

“I know. I know you don’t. Let’s at least get you out of these wet clothes.” She said, her voice shook a little, but her hands stayed firm.

Azriel pulled his hands away, a movement that jolted his mother backwards. He scrambled out of the bed, grimacing at the cold air on his soaked pyjamas, and hurriedly hid himself in the corner, his shadows completely engulfing him.

He could hear nothing. He could see nothing. He could feel nothing.

His wings pressed up against the cold of the wall, but it didn’t matter, they were useless anyway. They weren’t like Cassians, or Rhysands. They didn’t work. Maybe they never would. It took him a while to let his shadows retreat again. But when he did, his mother was still there. Sat in the same place on the bed that he had left her. She smiled.

“Are you ready?” She asked. Azriel took a shaky breath, and nodded.

He let her dress him. Tried not to look at the wet clothes and sheets that got piled into the laundry basket. He wanted to help her make the bed. It was the least he could do. But she refused. Once she was done, she extended her arms and he was helpless to stop himself. He crawled into her embrace, letting himself be tucked up tightly under the duvet, his mother curled around him. She hummed gently, an old Illyrian tune. He let it lull him back to sleep. She kissed his hair, his cheek, his forehead. He could never deserve something so gentle. But he was selfish. And he took it for himself. His shadows sheltered under the duvet with him.

When he woke she would be gone. She always was. To work. To tend to her husband. Or her real son. But for now, he let himself dream that she stayed.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 7 months

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Self-Aware! BSD. Some bits about the house

Just wanted to write down some ideas about House layout. I have few ideas about it.

Pretty short, because I wasn't thinking too much about it.

The final layout is up to you.

What happened in the Library

Basement.

- Storage room (food and some things, that right now not needed. Example: Christmas/Halloween decorations)

- Ayatsuji's doll room (Ayatsuji's old collection were transported in real world with him, but he intends to make his collection bigger. Cute fact, even if you gift him a doll for little kids from cheap store, he, after making some comments, still will make it a part of his collection)

- Shibusawa's collection (all abilities, that Shibusawa has collected, were transported to this world. Very dangerous room, because, not even Shibusawa can tell, what abilities he has down here. Dazai, Shibusawa and Chief Taneda are currently working on making a full list of abilities in collection. Still, the room is very beautiful).

- Interrogation room/Operation room (room, where BSD Gang can drag people, that wronged you. For the most part it isn't used and used as Yosano's operation room. In Part I of We will protect you Kunikida, Yosano, Ranpo and Dazai were interrogating Robber in this room)

- Bram's room. Old-fashioned. Bram sleeps in the coffin, but he has a bed here, in case you want to spend the night here and cuddle.

- Lovecraft's room. There is a small pool in the room. Small, but quite deep. Some shelves. Very comfortable bed. Floor that is covered in blankets and pillows. Lovecraft sleeps either in the pool underwater, on the bed, or in a pillow/blanket fort. Each time you decide to cuddle with him, you became a mix between plush toy for cuddling/pillow.

First floor.

- Meeting room (room right after the front doors. Sometimes, meetings are held here)

- Dining room (big, cozy. There is a back door)

- Kitchen (big, normally, at least three people are on cooking duty)

- Library (there is a back door. You also have a collection of heavy bronze busts of writers. There's also a phone, that is always on speaker. And it stands on a table with a crack on it. Let's just say, there was an incident, that involves a late night phone call, sleep deprivation, BSD Season 5 ending and real-life Dostoevsky's bronze bust.)

- The Purple Sigh is kept in the Library. Anyone can take it and spend some time with you in your room without interruption. Used by people, who feel overwhelmed, sad and lost.

- Common Room (big room where you held movie nights, play games and so on. There is a back door)

- Medical room (Yosano's/Mori's and Doc's office)

- Two bathrooms

Second, third and fourth floor

Living quarters.

It's up to you, dear readers, who, on what floor and in which room live.

There are only two things I will tell.

1. [Y/N]'s room is on the third floor 'in the middle, like it's surrounded by other rooms'.

2. Each floor has a bathroom. Some rooms have joint bathrooms ([Y/N]'s room has one. Other rooms with bathrooms are up to you.)

3. Every room is unique.

4. Ayatsuji's two cats live in his room.

5. Karl lives in Poe's room

6. Gogol has bird feeders outside his window.

7. Rimbaud's room is very warm, almost toasty.

8. Natsume has his own room and nowadays transform into a cat only if he needs to follow someone quietly or if he wants to cheer you up.

9. Ranpo has a hammock in his room.

Attic

Storage for old things.

_________

Outside

-Small farm. John and Kenji insisted on growing their own vegetables and fruits. Right now, it is still small, but they are planning to make it bigger.

-Barn. Came with the house and land. Empty right now, but Kenji want to get some cows.

- Playground for Oda's kids.

- Picnic area with wooden tables. Good place to have lunch on the open air.

- Garage. (Few cars, Chuuya's and Albatross's bikes)

- Sports/Training area. Place for jogging and doing exercises.

- Swimming pool

#self-awarebsd

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gumnut-logic · 3 months

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“Scott! Talk to me!”

Virgil sunk his boot into the mud only to have the water well up and over its brim.

Warm, slimy, and god forbid full of things that would be quite happy to either gnaw on him or curse him with a deadly disease.

Thank goodness for his watertight, airtight and everythingtight uniform in situations like these.

That hopefully never happened again.

“Scott, I know you’re there.” He clambered over the remains of a wooden house, now buried in mud and slime, at the very edge of a lahar that had swept most of the village away.

And trapped his brother.

“Goddamnit, Scott, answer me!” He had to be there. Two’s scans had pinpointed him!

There was a moan, barely heard over comms.

“C’mon, Scotty, I’m nearly there. Please talk to me.” His words came out more as gasps as he forced his way through the massive pile of debris. There was only one life sign and it was his brother.

Didn’t mean his was the only body in the mud. Virgil grit his teeth and pushed himself forward.

“V…irg?” Barely a whisper.

Breath rushed out of his lungs. “Good to hear your voice.” He yanked aside the remains of a thatched roof.

Damn.

His brother was caught in a natural gathering point, where the wave of water and mud had pushed some of the village’s buildings into a corner and piled them there. It was clear on scans, but seeing it in reality hurt.

Scott was in that?

He refused to acknowledge the task ahead and the horrible possibilities.

He had Two, her pods, and he was going to get his brother out of…that.

Water filled up his boots as he sunk further into the mud.

“Scott, can you give me a status report?”

He received another groan in answer.

“Report, Thunderbird One.”

“Virg, god…I’m stuck.” There was a sudden edge of hysteria in his wavering voice. “Can’t see. Underwater!”

Shit.

“I’m coming.” He poked hurriedly at his wrist control and directed the module back on Two to assemble a pod and to grab his exosuit.

He missed Gordon. Missed his help, missed his co-pilot, but Gordon was stuck at home recovering and Alan and John were out fishing a tourist liner out of the asteroid belt.

It came down to Virgil.

He dragged himself through grey slush.

The incoherent sounds on the commline, raised his hackles as the pod approached.

“Scott, talk to me.”

A very uncharacteristic whimper was his only reply.

“Scott?”

He clambered into the pod and, throwing up a holographic scan of the pile of debris, began removing the pick-up sticks one by one.

“Virg?” Barely a whisper.

The terror in his name froze Virgil’s heart.

But fortunately his heart wasn’t in his emergency response procedure. He moved without thought, the pod an extension of his body.

“I’m coming.”

He needed to get to his brother.

Water and mud continued to slosh in the distance as the dregs of the lahar continued to drain down the mountain. His failure to shore up the crater lake at the top of the volcano was something he couldn’t face right now.

Save Scott.

Blame later.

The harsh breath on the other end of the commline…

“Scott, count for me.”

“Virgil, I-“

“Count by prime.” The pod claws carefully lifted the remains of another roof off the pile.

“2.” The number was shaky. “3, 5, 7, 11…”

Virgil grunted as the pod strained under the weight of too much. He had to slow down.

Slow down.

“…37, 41, 43, …47,…” His brother’s voice faded on 53.

“Scott! Root of 49?!”

Even injured, there was a slight huff of derision over comms. “7.”

The pod claws lifted off another pile, dripping with mud and water.

“Root 125.”

There was silence a moment, followed by a gasp, and a stronger voice. “11.2.”

One word. “Pi.”

And the numbers rattled across comms, sometimes breathless, but there.

Virgil used the time to climb out of the pod and don his exosuit. He was getting closer, so he needed to be more precise. His heads-up display marked the stressors, the support beams and the outline of his brother buried in muck and water.

I’m coming.

Time became a blur of numbers, mud, and broken buildings.

And problems. “How fast can Thunderbird One make it from Tracy Island to London carrying Thunderbird Four?”

Scott sputtered and drew in a harsh breath.

But the numbers came.

“Three to the moon and back, slingshot trajectory?” These were things his big brother calculated automatically in his head every time they were called out. Sure, they had the computing power, but Virgil knew his brother.

He liked to test himself.

And by this time, Virgil was chanting his own math in his head. Time, structural weight, probabilities of collapse, time, severity of injury, time…

Time was always the most crucial factor.

Scott’s voice began to fade again in the middle of spouting re-entry trajectories.

Nearly there.

He threw a chunk of child’s bedroom across the sullen grey landscape.

“Scott? Zero point nine to infinity does not equal one.”

“Virgil!” It was gasped out. “Goddamnit!” As expected there was much more life in that voice now. “It’s been proven!”

“I don’t care.” A grunt as he finally removed the last of the wooden and palm thatched roofing off the space holding his brother.

And his heart stopped.

Only the very top of Scott’s helmet was visible above water-clogged mud, one gloved hand weakly waving about seeking purchase.

Virgil scrambled to gently lift off the beam holding his brother under.

Hydraulics hissed as Virgil lifted with everything he had.

The beam was airborne and Scott was clawing to the surface, faceplate still covered in mud.

Virgil shed his exosuit, not even acknowledging the crack of wood and wet splat as it dropped behind him. Stepping as lightly as the sucking mud would let him, he slipped over the broken remains of someone’s home and finally reached his brother.

“Sit still.” He gently gripped Scott’s shoulders. The man was gasping as Virgil dragged the underside of his uniform sleeve across his brother’s faceplate, letting light in on a pale face.

Wide blue terrified eyes stared back at him.

Virgil fumbled for his mediscanner, mud in and on everything. The flickering yellow light lit up brightly against the grey sludge.

But numbers bounced back to him. A severe concussion, extensive bruising…he let out a thankful if amazed breath…most of the numbers were good numbers. His brother was in one piece. He didn’t know how the hell that was possible but he thanked whatever fate or deity had shone down favourably on them this time.

In gratitude, he flipped the catches on Scott’s dented helmet and gently slipped it off.

“Virgil.” It was said with breath and no shortage of love.

Virgil responded by pulling him close and they sat there in the mud and slime for a whole second or two.

Relief leaked out of the corner of Virgil’s eyes.

The rush of water and creaking wood were the only sounds.

But they were enough.

The yellow of the pod he had discarded behind him was a single bright spot in the grey haze of post-apocalyptic hell. Two, in the distance beyond, faded into the greenery as much as One’s silver hull did into the haze.

“C’mon, let’s get you out of here.” Virgil’s mud-caked uniform dripped as he stood up and planted his boots as securely as he could.

Scott stared up at him, a single flick of mud on one sweaty cheekbone.

“I’m going to carry you to the pod.” He waited for Scott’s acknowledgement.

“Okay.” Those blue eyes stared up at him, Scott’s lack of decisive movement or even objection so uncharacteristic, Virgil had to hold back pulling out the scanner again.

Virgil reached down and, bending at his knees, slid his arms into the mud and under his brother, scooping him up as carefully as he could.

Scott was a tall man, but he was more lanky than weighty, and while John received all the taunts for being the noodle of the family, honestly Scott was pretty much the same kind of pasta. He just hid it behind big brotherhood.

Virgil stabilised the weight in his arms and Scott let his likely aching head drop onto Virgil’s mostly mud free shoulder.

Mostly.

Holding his brother close, Virgil made his way out of the slush and grief towards the yellow beacon on the shore.

“Virg?”

“Yeah?” He yanked a boot from the suckering mud.

“It does equal one.” Quiet and breathless.

“What?”

“Zero point nine nine to infinity.”

Virgil didn’t have the spare brainpower to roll his eyes. “Does not.’

“It does. Been proven.”

“As I have said on many an occasion, big brother, I don’t care.”

“It does.”

“Doesn’t.”

“Does.”

“Doesn’t.”

“It’s logical.”

“Don’t care.”

“The math is right.”

“Your math is weird.”

“My math is right.”

“You have a concussion.”

“I know.” Scott swallowed, his head almost buried in the crook of Virgil’s neck. “Still right.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #nuttyfic reblog #I am writing but it is taking ages #work and migraines keep getting in the way

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tvgerl · 1 year

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I have a request if you still take requestssss

So dad! Jake sully x neteyam best friend!fem!reader he met when they moved from the forest, but his dad never liked reader, reader finishing teaching jakes kids, and seeing jake in a place where no one passes, and they have like angry sex?

Fluff(reader being with tuk,kiri, loak and neteyam teaching them)to angst (while with jake because he was insulting reader)to smut with jake.

Warnings (if you want them) cursing, slut shaming, reader crying, reader trying to hit jake for insulting them, and the rest im leaving them up to you author !

(no cheating, neytiri died,sorry yall

dilf!jake x fem!metkayina (loved it, thanks f the req<333)

WARNINGS: the ones in the request!!

NOTES: reqs open! like n reblog r appreciated

It has been a few months since the Sully’s arrived to Metkayina clan, and you started to teach them how you live, also, you became Neteyam’s best friend, all the Omaticaya kids love you, but his father… he doesn’t, he hates you, Tuktirey said it’s because you remind him to his wife, Neytiri, who died fighting against Sky People.

It was a normal evening, you were teaching the Sully’s how to talk underwater, they’ve been struggling with the sign languaje since the first day they arrived “It’s so hard y/n, I give up” Neteyam says “Neteyam you must be patient, look at me, I even have a Tulkun brother, who is the best bro now, huh?” “Lo’ak, shut up, you aren’t special” Kiri lecture him, he rolled his eyes “Yaay! I’m doing good right y/n?” Tuk asked.

“Of course you’re doing good Tuk, not only good, excellent” You said “It’s enough for today, go home and rest” They agreed with you and went to their house, and you went to yours, but you met Jake in the middle of the road, he looked furious, it seemed like if he was going to kill you.

“I see you, Jake” You tried to be the most pacific you can be “Why are you learning my kids that languaje, they aren’t Metkayina, they are Omaticaya, u know what, I never liked you, you pretend to be the best na’vi in the word and you are not, I don’t want you near my kids again” You instantly started crying and tried to hit jake, but he grabbed your arm and stopped the blow

"Do you really think you can hit me? I am Toruk Makto, you should fear me” His eyes changed, he looked at you with desire, “I’ll give you a lesson, take off your clothes” He wants you, you reminded him to his wife and it was something he couldn’t take off his mind, he tried so hard to hate you, but he couldn’t, so do you, he was just ‘Teyams father’ but you had been having some kind of attraction to him, so you’re not missing the opportunity.

You take your loincloth off “You didn’t doubt a sec, what a needy you are, not good for my kids, but good f’me” He put his fingers in your mouth and then go to your crotch and started to stimulate you, you gasp “I need you to be silent kitten, nobody can catch us” that was the last thing you needed to go feral, you taked his loincloth off and started to touch his intimacy, he growled and then take your neck with his hand “I never told you to do that, don’t desobey me” he took the hand of your clit and started to touch your tits, and by the same time, he was biting your neck “now everyone would know it, u mine, opne y’legs for me kitten”

You didn’t want to obey him, so you take his masculinity again and started to massage it and slowly go with your mouth to him, licking and kissing all of his parts, “i told you not to desobey me, but now, you are going to suck it deeper” He took your hair and pushed you more close to him, pushing you inside and outside, “Enough, now open your legs, I have something f’you” You lose the battle and opened your legs to him, the pleasure of feeling him going inside you was insane, he started faster and let you touch yourself, you moaned so loud that he had to cover your mouth with his hand “What part of ‘no one can catch us’ you didn’t understand? kitten your giving me a headache, if it weren't for you looking so cute looking like the needy you are, I would have humiliated you by now”

“Jake, I’m— comi-ng again” He already made you came once, the overstimulation between he touching you and introducing him on you plus you touching yourself, was the most exciting combo you’ve ever experienced “Hold on a little, let’s come togheter” He went even faster, you never thought he could do it, but you couldn’t controle yourself and came, so did he “Don’t get close to my kids again, this is gonna be your punishment”

Oh god, for sure your going even closer to them.

- The end

#avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #the way of water #jake sully #atwow fanfiction #atwow smut #neteyam #loak #tuktirey #jake sully x reader #jake sully x oc #jake sully x you #dilf!jake #avatar the way of water #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #avatar smut

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dapurinthos · 2 years

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more about blood of eden naming because i have sunk my teeth into it, especially on how they use the names of destroyed and mythical places.

the wings/cells

merv: also alexandria, antiókheia in margiana, marw al-shāhijān. located in iran. inhabited from c. 2000BCE, a holy site to zoroastrians, one-time capital of the islamic caliphate, razed to the ground in 1788/9.

ctesiphon: also tyspwn, ktesiphōn. located in iran iraq (sorry, my geography of this area begins with sumerian cities and ends with aššur). founded c.120BCE, capital of the parthian, sasanian empires. besieged in the battle of al-qādisiyyah in 637CE, became a ghost town afterward.

troia: troy, illios, wiluša. the one heinrich schliemann “““excavated”““. located in turkey. inhabited from c. 3600BCE, the troy, the one we all know, hektor, akhilleus, kassandra. the milawata letter. destroyed multiple times over the millennia, the last being in thee roman era.

lemuria: mythical lost continent beneath the indian ocean, proposed by philip sclater, later appropriated by occultists. identified with the lost continent of kumari kandam by some tamils, which is believed to be their ‘cradle of civilization’ where the population was solely tamils.

mu: also a mythical lost continent, name also used interchangeably for lemuria and atlantis, the product of the mind of augustis le plongeon.

further, we see we suffer use the following names for other military cells in chapter 27:

saaftinge, zoar, birmingham, maputo, taree, memphis, taksa, calakmul, valencia, opava, dundee

normal cities, to us. however, to the people of blood of eden, these are all mythical, lost places regardless of the reality of merv, tyspwn, and wiluša. they are at a remove of ten thousand years. they are in the space between the fall of roman troy and the re-discovery of it, though there can be no rediscovery, only stories. much like australian aboriginal stories stretch back before certain parts of australia were underwater, blood of eden preserves the names of places that have been obliterated by the nuclear bombs, by whatever john continued to do to earth to have it so completely covered by water except for canaan house.

‘the flood, you know? You can wash things clean. that’s all the end of earth was … making things clean’, says john, and that’s what he did. he re-enacted the story of atra-hasis, of utnapištim, but there was no one to speak through the reed wall to save humanity even though, through the ages, it is very likely that the story of john destroying the earth became their new flood myth, their ‘god decided the world was too populous and was going to destroy it, and we are the chosen people who managed to survive.’ the whole of earth is mu, is lemuria.

#nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #blood of eden #LOOK I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT WHAT BOE'S MYTHOLOGY MUST BE LIKE #also about how the greek flood myth might tie in because one of the survivors is named PYRRHA

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drunkenlionwrites · 10 months

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Then may we have mer!Woowoo's first time with reader? 👀

One more mer!drabble. I literally got them one by one 🫣 Some love for Nico now!

You’ve been now gently tucked into the seaweed bedding inside an underwater cave, where you’ve been taken by a certain merman that stole your heart. You could’ve never imagine you’d meet one, even though there’s been murmurs among your family and the whole village in general that they exist and sometimes steal humans.

Though you were sure that was not the case. This man has been nothing but gentle and sweet to you so far. He’s been bringing you cute trinkets and gifts, consisting of shells and pieces of corals, sometimes big fish or even ocean mammals he caught himself. Your family knew this and your grandma has always accepted his gifts graciously, bowing to him politely and nudging you to go closer into the water to thank him, which always made him puff his chest proudly and flash you with big grins.

What your family didn’t know, however, that when the sky became dark, you’d slip from the house and go to visit your favourite merman without prying eyes around you. You two couldn’t properly communicate verbally, but his gentle caresses and big fascinated eyes were enough for you. You let him tress his fingers along your sides and hips, let him press his chilly puffy lips to yours, let him nuzzle into your chest and neck. You let him do anything to you, cause you looked at him with the same fascination.

So that’s how you found yourself in this cave. During one of the nights, your mermay lover just took you in his arms and swam away from the beach shore, later diving underwater, trying to reach the destination as quickly as he could. As water started filling your lungs, you’ve thought that it was your end for sure, but it all ended in several seconds, as you’ve felt that he pushed you out of the water onto the rocky surface and then plopped onto beside you himself. He looked guilty now, and was gently rubbing your back and shoulders to calm you down.

You coughed some water out and looked around — the place looked unbelievably…homey? The walls were decorated with pretty shells and dead starfishes (you hoped they were dead), the faraway corner of the cave was all covered in a thick layer of dried up and soft seaweed, which you walked to. You’ve been angry at your him, but your curiosity won over as you’ve started exploring the cave. “Is it your home?” you asked the merman, to which he shook his head. “Then what is it?” At that he chirped loudly and pointed at you, moving his body closer to you into the cave. “Me? But…why? What for?” You asked in confusion. He chirped more, trying to explain, but it wasn’t like you could’ve understood him. “Will you bring me back?” you hesitantly asked, fearing the worst, and he enthusiastically nodded, now holding your shoulders with both hands.

He looked at you once again with those big grey eyes, looking mesmerised and still a bit guilty, as he swiped off the strands of wet hair out of your face. You exhaled and moved closer to press a tender kiss onto his lips. It was impossible to stay mad at him for long, and now you weren’t even feeling afraid, comforted by his happy smiles and a promise to bring you back up. You actually felt safe here.

As he kissed you back, his embrace became tighter and the movements of his lips more demanding. He pushed his tongue onto your lips to make you open your mouth and once you did that, he deepened the kiss, pushing your shoulders gently to lay you on the seaweed blanket. You’ve felt his hand roaming over your body, the weight of his body pleasantly pressing into you, as he still held the most of it up with one arm.

He’s been panting already once you broke the kiss. He looked into your eyes once again, as one of his hands trailed down your body and touched your puffiness in between your legs as if asking permission. You looked at him and so enamoured with his soft gaze you nodded at him, instantly feeling his hand cupping your pussy as he roared slightly and rushed back to press open-mouthed kisses on your neck and shoulders.

You giggled and held him close to you, as he hoisted up your sleeping dress and began sliding his fingers in between your folds. From adrenaline rush and then from his hot kisses you’ve already have been very desperate and wet for him, so he slid inside of you without any resistance, soon establishing a slow and pleasurable pace that earned him your sweet mewls and arching back. You put your hand on his and carefully guided his fingers into your clit, making him repeat the gentle circular movements around it. As soon as he felt you twitching and moaning louder, he grinned and repeatedly stoked it again and again, watching as you writhed under him. He continued abusing your newfound weakness until you pulsed around his fingers and brought him back to your lips to kiss him hungrily, moaning into his mouth.

He laid down and put his head onto your chest, hugging you tightly with one arm as you came down from your high. By the way his fingers were still inside of you, you knew this was only the beginning.

#trigun x reader #trigun x you #trigun smut #Wolfwood x reader #Wolfwood x you #Wolfwood smut #dirty thots #sorry I ended it ubruptly it was supposed to be short ahah but was turning out longer than I expected #lion writes

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Jealous Vecna x Reader

Synopsis

As he was taking lives of innocent people for his own gain, Vecna came across a sweet natured girl named Y/N, who was helping Nancy and her friends find Vecna himself. After going through her mind and memories, he became fond of her and wanted her beside him, no matter what or how. While doing his usual spying on her, he discovered that a man was flirting with her at her job as a cashier in a superstore. That drives him to the edge and he decides to strike at once.

Warnings

Suggestive content, stalking, kidnapping, blackmailing, violence, abuse, age gap. (reader is 25)

Vecna was in the upside down hanging in the air with the help of his vines in his once called home. He was focused on something, for the past few days, someone had piqued his interests. While stalking Max, one of the people he has cursed, he came across her friends who were really annoying to him. But one of them was different, looking through her memories, and seeing how she thought, he discovered the most innocent and naive thing he has ever seen.

Her name was Y/N, she had a hard life, she was kicked out of her house by her dad when she was 16, and lived in a shelter for two years while working her ass off so she can buy a place. She also had suffered abuse by her father's hands because he was an alcoholic with no self control. Her mother died two years before everything went down in a car accident, so her father resorted to drinking and hurting his only child.

One day, while stalking his precious Y/N, he saw how a man was flirting with her, and she was slightly flirting back, seeing that made his blood boil, he wanted to blow the man's insides up that instant. The man did end up dead in his home a few hours later, freaking Y/N out as she had seen him happy and normal a few hours earlier.

She had no choice and time to think as she was the oldest in her group of friends who were looking for some monster in another dimension. Right now, she was on a boat with Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie who was a wanted man for something he hadn’t done. The kids Max, Lucas and Dustin were in the woods and when they saw the police approach the lake where the adults were, Max decided to distract them so Nancy and the others can keep doing their thing.

Apparently, Dustin had discovered that the reason his compasses weren’t working was because something else was pulling them away from the earth's magnetic field. Due to prior experience, he concluded that it was a portal to the upside down. So now, after Steve discovered it by going underwater, he was about to come back in the boat but something pulled him back underwater. The three girls and Eddie rushed after him and saw him almost get killed by a bunch of bats who had some bites out of Steve's flesh. They were running away from the gate but a bat screamed at Y/N and vines started wrapping around her body. She was freaking out pretty badly, and so were Steve and the others. The vines were cutting her oxygen supply so she begged Nancy and the others to run before they become food to the bats. It was a hard choice but after constant screaming and begging by Y/N, they ran away to the woods. Y/N had lost consciousness due to getting choked, and when she did, the vines had let her go and the bats flew away as well. But slimy and heavy footsteps approached her frail body and took her away.

Y/N woke up in a different place. It seemed familiar, and it was. It was the Creel House's attic, she had been their prior in the real world when she went with everyone else to search for clues about Vecna. She tried moving, but she was tied on to a chair with the same vines that were about to crush her earlier.

“Y/N” She heard a raspy and monstrous voice that made her flinch. She heard footsteps approach her from behind and not long after, the thing showed itself to her, making the poor girl scream from pure fear.

“I finally have you…” She ignored him and kept screaming and moving around in hopes of getting free, but more she moved, the more tighter the vines got. She stopped once it started to hurt. Vecna learned down and grabbed her shoulders tight, casually looking into her beautiful eyes filled with fear. His grip grew tighter and tighter as he thought about her flirting with that man.

“I see you everyday Y/N, I see how you try to get to me, do you think it was that easy?” He slightly tilted his head a”s he waited for an answer. But she shut her eyes tight along with her mouth.

“I saw how you were talking to that man, I didn’t like that….” His tone was a bit more aggressive.

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

“You belong with me.”

“NO!” Y/N screamed,

“Please, what do you want from me?” She cried. He wiped her tears with utmost care and leaned in to her ear.

“I want you. I want you, dear Y/N. I want you to be with me…” He spoke in a low raspy manner right in her ear.

“No, please!”

“Then, your friends will pay the price.” He backed away from her and started to walk away. But she begged him to stop.

“No, no, no, no!! Please! I beg you, please I'll do anything!” She cried to him. He stopped on his tracks and looked at her.

“Be my queen then.”

“Fine! I will, just please don’t hurt anyone!!” Vecna had a sadistic smile on his face as he approached her again. In his mind, he loved Y/N's kindness. But he wasn’t going to listen to her, he just wants his way with her.

“You also deserve a punishment for being a slut…” He did a low chuckle. Y/N was quiet confused but she cried in pain once she was suddenly bit in the neck. His hand went on her thighs and he kept squeezing them as he was biting her.

“P-please!” She had a bad feeling, a really bad one. He removed his big hand from her thigh and placed it on her face, putting her into a dream while he did his job.

“Such a weak dumb girl…” He thought. But before he went on with his work he ripped off her clothes and decided to play with his little doll for a bit.

Meanwhile, Y/N woke up in her room. She was shaken and had no idea what was going on. She looked around and everything was normal, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing. She hesitantly got out of bed and looked around her small apartment. Everything was normal.

“Was-was that a nightmare…?” She thought.

“Maybe.” A sweet voice spoke from behind her. She gasped and almost fell on the floor, but the man standing caught her before she did. He was a tall man with beautiful dirty blond hair, and mesmerizing blue eyes. He was a beauty. He was wearing all white clothes. He had a small smile on her face. Y/N was left flustered in his arms.

“Careful, you would’ve fell.” He chuckled. She snapped out of her thoughts and stood again, apologizing for what had happened.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“It doesn’t matter, the only thing that matters is that I finally have you.” His voice was so soothing, she could keep listening to him talk forever.

“Why do you want me…?” Y/N hesitantly asked, she had a weird feeling in her heart, like she had heard those words before.

“Because you’re perfect for me, you’re so beautiful and sweet, Y/N.” She blushed at his words. No one had been so sweet to her for as long as she’s been alive.

“Th-thank you…” She replied in a surprised tone. The man slowly started leaning to her face, Y/N slowly started walking backwards but he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back.

“Don’t leave me…” He whispered as he examined her flustered face. His lips suddenly joined with hers and slowly, it turned into a heated moment. The man seemed like he could go on forever. He parted and smiled at her while Y/N smiled back, forgetting about everything.

She woke up once again in the same nightmarish room she was in before. She looked around and saw her clothes on the floor. She had bites all over her body, there was also pain under her legs, what happened to her? She slightly opened her legs to see blood. She realized what had happened and she couldn’t believe it. As she was dreaming about something so sweet, Vecna was abusing her. She thought she had found happiness but it was Vecna messing with her. She sobbed helplessly and flinched when two familiar hands were on her shoulder from behind.

“Don’t cry, Y/N. It’s what you deserve for being with someone else other than me.’

“From now on, you’re only going to see what I show you.” She sobbed as Vecna left her alone to end what was started.

“You belong to me.”

THE END

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archersxartxblog · 5 months

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Home for the Holidays part 2

Part One Part three

okay here's part two for you.

Fjord and Caleb get to see their mother again...this time in the flesh

Zisu smiled as she felt the wind on her face as she stood at the front of the ferry. It had been so long since she felt the wind against her skin, glass just wasn't the same.

But what she was really excited for was just on the horizon.

A school on the ocean. Who would have ever thought such a thing?

It was crazy. Really.

Fjord liked to call the place Rapture whenever he brought it up in conversation, because most of the school was underwater.

And all of it just off the coast of Castelia City.

Still too far for her liking, but closer than some of the other regions her boys travelled too.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention, and she glanced over to see Ingo joining her at the bow. “We should be making port within the hour.” he called, his voice easily able to cut through the wind, a hand on his hat to keep the wind from taking it.

“Good!” She smiled, reaching out and taking his hand, pulling him close. “I don't think I could wait any longer than that.”

Technically, the plan had been to wait at the port for the boys to come across on the ferry. but Zisu just couldn't wait and managed to convince Ingo to let them cross over on the ferry so they spend more time with them.

“you didn't message them to tell them we're coming, did you?” She asked, hugging him tight.

“No” Ingo shook his head, leaning against her. “I was not sure how to explain the current situation to them. So as far as they know, we are waiting for them back at Castelia City port.”

“Good, I want to surprise them.” Zisu hummed, resting her chin on top of his hat, watching as the Blueberry Academy slowly got closer and closer.

“I am sure they will be quite surprised, as was I this morning. And let us not forget you nearly gave poor Emmet a heart attack.”

“And he was fine in the end. He can be a bit overly dramatic.” Zisu tried not to laugh as he remembered her encounter with the young twin that morning. Poor Emmet, he had honestly thought that someone had broken into their house while he was in the bathroom, and it had taken both herself and Ingo to calm him down and keep him from sending Eelektross at her… like that Eel could do much to her, she knew all his dirty little secrets after all. “But let's just hope they’re not that surprised.”

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As the ferry docked at the school, the couple were quick to make their way to the Blueberry academy’s courtyard, where the walls were higher and there was more protection from the wind blowing off the cold ocean.

Whoever thought a school in the Ocean off the coast of Unova was a great idea, obviously didn’t take winter in consideration. Even the EX-Pearl Clan Warden seemed to be bothered by the bitter wind coming off the ocean.

But once they entered the courtyard things became much more bearable with the wind no longer threatening to knock them off the pier thanks to the high walls surrounding it.

Wind aside, the school was in fact very nice, its focus on battles clear by the arena in the center surrounded by bleachers. This court had clearly been used frequently, as she could see deep marks in the ground that could have only been left by a Pokemon battle.

As Ingo walked over to the desk in front of the school to ask about their kids, Zisu found herself standing in the center of the arena, her heart pounding in her chest. Memories of her past life as head of the Dojo back at Jubilife village, back when it had just been starting out, started to flutter to life.

The battles between herself and Akari, and the battles that she and Ingo had shared.

She had stood on a court just like this, as both a trainer and a pokemon. Pokemon battles had become her life and afterlife. If not for them she would have never met Ingo and her life would have been oh so dull.

She almost wished she had her old team with her now, so she could challenge Ingo to one more battle just for old times sake, but alas it was best not to push her luck. She had gotten her wish to be human once more and that would do.

“The Boys should be up any second.” Ingo’s voice broke through her thoughts as he walked back over to her, taking her hand in his. “They are just meeting with a few friends and they will be right. We can’t go inside but we are welcome to wait out here for them.”

“At least we’re out of the wind.” Zisu sighed, looking up at the clear sky, and for a moment a nervous thought started to creep into her mind. “Ingo…”

“Hm?”

“Do you think… they’ll even know who I am?” it was something that had crossed her mind before, the thought of her boys not being able to recognize her. It had happened before, but that was before they had known she was Chandelure.

They had been so young when they had been taken from her, she honestly wondered if they even remembered what she looked like. She had been with them longer as Chandelure than she had as Zisu. she wasn’t sure she would be able to blame them if all they saw was a stranger. Heck, even she barely recognized the face in the mirror this morning.

“I do not think you have anything to worry about when it comes to Caleb” Ingo gave a slight chuckle “He has been able to pick you out of old photographs from history textbooks since he was very small.”

She smiled a bit at that, yes, she recalled how excited he would get every time he spotted an old history text from Hisui, and how sad he was when he started to realize the time gap between them. He’d started to get a bit better when he learned that she was Chandelure.

Yes she was sure her oldest would recognize her right away.

“As for Fjord…” Ingo hummed, closing his eyes in thought.

Truth be told, Fjord was the one she was really worried about. He had barely been a year old before he was whisked away to the future. There was very little chance of him remembering her face. He only really knew her as Chandelure.

And yet Ingo gave her hand a gentle squeeze, bringing her attention back to him as he gave her a soft smile.

“While Fjord may give pause, I am sure he will recognize you in his own way.” he smiled. “Sometimes the heart remembers more than the mind…speaking from experience.”

Zisu felt her eyes start to water at his words, the tears burning her frostbitten skin so she was quick to wipe them away. “Damn it Ingo, don’t go making me cry like this. It’s colder than a Froslass’s kiss out here.” she laughed, as she wiped her face with her sleeve, before looking up back over at him and smiling. “But thank you.”

And without warning she leaned down and gave him a small kiss on the nose, laughing to herself as his face turned bright red.

Even after all these years, he was still so easy to flusher.

Before another word could be spoken, the doors to the school opened up and a group of students came out, all them pulling along bags and suitcases, ready to head to the mainland and chatting about their Holiday plans.

Zisu felt her heart flutter as she spotted her boys at the head of the pack. Fjord sat in his wheelchair as he pushed himself along by handlebars on the wheels. And his Brother Caleb just behind him pulling their suitcases along as he chatted with Lacey and Drayton.

Well, time to make themselves known.

“Hey Boys!” Zisu called out, taking a few steps forward and trying to sound as casual as possible. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass the two in front of their friends. “Hope you don’t mind, but your Dad and I came to pick you two up.” She didn’t want the two other students asking her boys any awkward questions.

She was just a mom, out with her husband, picking up her kids from school.

Caleb looked right at her, whatever he was about to say to Lacey died as his mouth fell open and his expression went blank. The suitcases hit the ground hard as he lost his grip on them, continuing to stare.

“Mom?” Caleb had never been as loud as Ingo, and yet even as he whispered the word, Zisu could have sworn she could hear him loud and clear.

She let go of Ingo’s hands, and opened her arms wide, and Caleb wasted no time charging towards her. Tackling her like a Tauros and hugging her as tightly as a Bewear. An embrace she gladly returned as she nearly lifted the 14 year old off his feet.”Caleb, my little snuggle bug. I’ve missed you so much.” she muttered into his hair as she spun him around. Only setting him down when she started to feel his tears sweep into her shirt. “Shush, it’s okay.” he tried to soothe, wiping away the tears so they would not freeze to his face.

“But Mom, How? Why?” the oldest stuttered, clearly trying to understand everything he was seeing. But now was not the time for that.

“It’s okay, we can talk about it when we get home.” she smiled, kissing his forehead and motioning for him to go join his father, as her gaze turned to her youngest.

Poor Fjord had been sat there dumb founded he looked from Zisu to his brother, looking like he he wasn’t sure as to what to do.

But when their eyes met, he seemed to come to a decision.

If Caleb had come at her like a Tauros, then Fjord had come at her like a Dreepy shot from a Dragapult’s horn, his wheelchair allowing him to gain more momentum before he flung himself out of the seat towards her and into Zisu’s waiting arms.

His chair clattered to the ground, as Zisu held him tightly to her chest, pressing a kiss to his cheek and pushing back his hair so that she could see both his eyes. “Fjord! How’s my tough little Litwick? I missed you so much that I don’t even want to put you down!” she spun around with the boy in her arms, the whole time enjoying the sound of his laughter.

“Mom, did you get a new haircut while we were gone!” Fjord joked, looking up at her with a silly grin on his face as he kept his arms wrapped around her neck.

“Oh so glad you noticed.” Zisu couldn’t help but add to it, “ but enough about that, You two need to tell me all about your trip to Hoenn. I wanna see those badges.”

“I’ve got our badge cases in our bags, I can show you guys once we’re on the ferry.” Caleb chipped in, having finally calmed down enough to go retrieve their suitcases. “But we managed to beat the elite four.”

“Bravo! That is not an easy feat. we should stop off at Castelia City for some cones to celebrate.” Ingo added as he righted Fjord’s wheelchair and helped Caleb with their begs as they headed back towards the Ferry.

The whole time Zisu smiled, still carrying Fjord in her arms.

It was still hard to believe but this was real…and she had worried for nothing.

#captain zisu #chandelure #submas #subway boss ingo #pokemon au #From Hisui to Unova #Ingo's Kids #Caleb (Oc)#Fjord (Oc)#dojoshipping #pokemon fan fic

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satureja13 · 4 months

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As promised, Jack took Ji Ho to the Temple to meet Arturo. And even though Kiyoshi left the tree, there must still be a connection between them. The orbs in the tree are still there and glow brightly...

First they meditated and eased Jack's pain. It seems Arturo added even more bird deco to the temple ^^' He's so happy that the man that became a tree and came back is united with his beloved 'Bird' again...

Jack felt so much better after Arturo eased his pain so he started to do the chores around the temple to help Arturo and pay back for his help. He can't remember how often he said 'Don't eat this!' to the goats today... (Kiyoshi's Little Goat and Kumo are here too. They seemed to have missed the tree. They also spend decades with him.)

Ji Ho went to talk to Arturo about Vlad. He told him their whole story. Arturo: "You went through a lot." Ji Ho: "Yes. I know it's only him for me and it's only me for him. We can feel us through the bond. We know anything from each other. We don't even have to talk. And I know how much he loves me. Why can't I love him? I was able to love Luci. Luci was basically him - and I still can't. And even though we were so close and even woohooed and kissed a few times it's still so awkward between us."

Jack and the goats had finished their chores and joined them.

Arturo: "It seems you skipped a few steps, huh?" Ji Ho: "Skipped?" Arturo: "Or should I say you started from the wrong end? Usually you start a relationship with some carefree time together, go on dates, chat and laugh together, get to know each other - and then youfall in love. But you were first afraid of him, then he died, then you were afraid a curse could hit you... You had to do things only lovers do and had the weight of the world upon your shoulders. These are no conditions for love to grow." Jack: "Gods, you are right! They will do all of this and Ji Ho will fall in love! And I will help them!"

'Here comes the rain again. Raining in my head like a tragedy. Tearing me apart like a new emotion. I want to breathe in the open wind - I want to kiss like lovers do Want to dive into your ocean. Is it raining with you?

So, baby, talk to me - like lovers do Walk with me - like lovers do'

Eurythmics - Here comes the rain again

On their way back, Jack showed Ji Ho a bit around. They also went to the little beach where Vlad and Jack were before. Ji Ho: "It's just so amazing here. I can't believe we will live here. It's just like paradise. How do we deserve this?" Jack: "I think we really do deserve it after all we went through, don't you think?" Ji Ho: "Haha oh my - right you are!"

They swam around a bit and admired the stunning scenery. Ji Ho: "These wooden stilt houses are just so beautiful. They would be perfect for a weekend trip to the beach." Jack:"That would be awesome! I wonder if we can buy a lot here to build one. Let's ask Arturo next time."

They lay on the beach for a while. The warmth is relieving Jack's pain. Ji Ho: "I wonder what Vlad will say about us dating, chatting and laughing ö.ö" Jack: "Hahaha - he will hate it. But don't worry. I'm there."

Ji Ho: "But Arturo is right. We only had hardships together..." Jack: "I'm sure it gets easier for you when you get to know him. How he really is. You can find no better man."

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 🛺 'Home happy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

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julemmaes · 11 months

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“"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere...”

For feysand?

And yes I will send a million of these don’t test me.

Love your work!!!!!

This was actually so cute, I hardly ever write Feysand so I forget how easily they come to me, but I love their ff versions.

No warnings, this is straight up fluff. I didn't reread so there might be typos and mistakes, be patient with me. Enjoy!:)

Word count: ~2k

Feyre stretched out like a cat on the side of the pool. Her back arched while she yawned and her shoulders dug in the hard stone floor, scratching her skin, but she didn't mind the subtle pain that came with it.

Her son's giggles were filling the otherwise silent space and she turned on her side, with her arm bent under her head, just in time to see the toddler dive underwater. Azriel was standing right next to him with his hands hovering above the surface in case Nyx needed help coming up for air, but the kid was a pro at swimming.

Not that that made his uncle not torture himself with worry. Azriel was probably gonna pass out any minute, if he didn't stop holding his breath whenever Nyx went in.

When the baby swam up to her, all smiley and spluttering, Feyre reached out a hand that Nyx promptly took, gripping it so hard his knuckles became white.

"Hi, mommy!" He shrieked, somewhat out of breath.

Feyre chuckled and scooted closer to the edge, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him out on dry land. He launched himself at her, immediately putting his arms around her neck and sitting on her stomach, making her gasp.

Azriel's soft smile before he swam away was one of reasons why Feyre never doubted her friend's love for Nyx.

She heaved out a laugh when her son kneed her in the ribs in his excitement, hugging her tighter.

"Are you having fun?" She asked, smoothing a hand down his back and parting from him just enough to look him in the eyes.

Nyx nodded frantically, popping his goggles off his face, "I'm a mermaid."

"Oh, absolutely. Yepyep," she nodded, inciting him to continue.

"And uncle Azriel made me do the– he made me go under his legs." Nyx was still catching his breath, stuttering his words. Feyre touched the skin around his eyes, trying to soothe the red lines caused by the goggles.

Before she could ask him more, Nyx was up again, his short legs struggling to straighten around her hips. Then, with a swift kick to her stomach, he jumped back into the pool, only coming up one second before he was diving down towards his aunts, who were peacefully sunbathing on their inflatable mattresses.

Feyre shook her head and massaged her sore side after all those attacks and decided it was time to get up, check what her husband and friends were up to.

Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Rhys, Cass and Lucien in a tad too long.

Making sure one last time that her son was safe with adults checking on him, she tiptoed her way to their summer estate. She'd just stepped inside when Nesta's loud shriek reached her ears.

Glancing back, she saw her standing in the water, drenched from head to toe, her mattress flipped upside down while she glared daggers into Azriel's face. Nyx was perched on his uncle's side, laughing his heart out at the expense of her sister's peace. Feyre shook her head and walked in, dripping water everywhere.

The house was unnaturally silent and she knew the three men she was hunting down couldn't keep quiet for the love of their life, so there was only one room where they could possibly be hiding. And if Feyre was right, they were gonna get in trouble.

She walked down the stairs that led to their basement and the muffled screams and shouts coming from inside made her roll her eyes.

She opened the door, taking a total of three steps before Cassian jumped up from his spot on the couch, fisting the air as whatever team they were rooting for scored a goal.

Lucien sipped his beer, nodding excitedly, "Fuck yes."

Feyre crossed her arms and as loudly as she could she cleared her throat, a reprimanding expression on her face.

Cassian swirled on his feet, screaming in fright. He brought a hand to his chest, "Jesus fuck, Feyfey. You can't just sprung up on us like that."

"Oh yes. Yes, I can when my husband and brothers-in-law decide to sneak away during a pool party to do the one thing their wives asked them not to."

She pinned her husband with her glare, but Rhys was already grinning at her, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of having been caught.

"Hello, Feyre darling," he said smoothly, extending a hand over the back of the couch. Her body reacted before she could remember that she was supposed to be angry at him.

She sidestepped the couch and sat on the armrest, her hand going straight to the back of Rhys' neck. His arm snaked around her hips and he sighed as she fell on the cushions and nestled against his side.

"Who's playing?" She asked quietly.

Rhysand was brushing his nose along her arm, leaving kisses on her shoulders on the way up. Goosebumps rose on her skin when his lips brushed her collarbone, "Velaris against Adriata."

She eyed the score on the top corner. 3-0 for their home team. And they only had five minutes left before the game ended.

Feyre relaxed then, placing her head on Rhysand's chest when he leaned back and put his arm around her shoulders. His fingers started lazily tracing the lines of her tattoos and she closed her eyes. She could wait five minutes before scolding them.

"Did, uhm…" Lucien sounded genuinely scary as he tried to speak. Feyre looked his way, one eyebrow arched in question. Her oldest friend scratched his chin, "Elain. Did she notice I was gone?"

Cassian snorted, glancing his way for one second before going back to the screen. "You're scared of our flower girl?"

Lucien stared at his back, "You would be too if you knew what she's capable of."

"She didn't notice, don't worry," she said, amused by his fear. And then, since she was getting increasingly bored, "But Nesta," she tisked, and Cassian's head snapped her direction. "I heard Nesta was looking for you, big guy. You're gonna be grounded for a looong time."

She had never seen a grown up man with Cassian's proportions move that fast in her entire life. The quickness in which he disappeared upstairs shocked everyone into silence and then Lucien chuckled.

"You're scared of our flower girl?" He mocked Cassian's previous words, moving his head like one of those car dolls. Then he got up, turned off the tv and told them he would go and check on the bbq. Within five seconds they were alone.

Rhysand didn't seem bothered by Lucien turning off the game and Feyre knew he'd never been that big of a football fan anyway, which only prompted her annoyance more.

"Why were you here?" She asked, turning slightly so that she was facing him. She propped her feet on the couch, sliding them under his muscular thigh. One of his hands wrapped around her ankle and he started massaging her leg. "I asked you one thing, you could have at least respected that."

He breathed through his nostrils, grimacing, "I know, I'm sorry."

Feyre poked him on the side, making him wince. She pressed her forehead to his chest and he ran a hand down her hair, stopping to cup the nape of her neck.

"Still, your son is swimming like an Olympian and you're hiding in your basement with your friends," she pushed, her voice muffled as she cuddled deeper and deeper into her husband's body. "I'm sure he would love to show you his new moves." She joked, shimming her shoulders, trying not to sound too disappointed.

"Cassian needed to talk to us about something," Rhys explained, leaning forward and leaving a kiss on her cheek. That piqued our attention, but before she could ask, he disentangled himself from their little nest and got up and walked to the fridge, leaving her gaping on the couch. "And nop, I'm not allowed to tell you. It's classified."

He popped open a bottle of cherry cola and stared at her still sitting, now pouting at him.

She knew it probably sounded childish, but she missed him already. She wanted his hands on her again.

Rhys smiled, his eyes softening, "What is it?"

"Can I have one more hug?" Feyre whispered.

His shoulders sagged, his entire demeanor changing as he walked to her. His hand went to her jaw, tilting her head back and he leaned down to kiss her softly.

"Baby," he whispered on her lips, taking her hand in his, "you don't have to ask. C'mere."

Feyre reluctantly stood up and when he wrapped his arms around her, she let go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Rhysand was massaging her back, his hand slowly going up and down between her shoulder blades in a shooting motion. Her arms went around his waist and she pressed her cheek to his chest, right where his heart was beating calmly.

He moved and one of his hands clutched the back of her head, pushing her impossibly closer to him. She tightened her hold on him, closing her eyes to soak in every second of it and he chuckled, the sound a little broken.

"Thank you," he murmured in her hair, leaving a kiss on her forehead.

"What for?" Feyre asked in his naked chest.

Rhysand shifted, bringing her head back and locking their eyes together. His were bursting with emotion when he shrugged and said, "I just love you so much."

She huffed, feeling tears pick at her eyes. She pushed away from him, grimacing, and he laughed.

"Stop being so.. you, you're gonna make me cry."

"Don't go. Come back," he was grinning, holding her wrist. Feyre shook her head. "I love you."

She let her head roll to the side, glaring at him from under her lashes. His smile was blinding.

It was a second before he pulled her in again and smashed their lips together. She was rigid in his arms, surprised by that sudden movement, but as his mouth sang her favorite melody, she melted in his embrace.

Her lips parted to welcome him in and he groaned when their tongues met. Her hands snaked up his chest, tangling in his hair as she pushed him down to touch her. Her breasts squeezed between them and when one of his hands traveled down her waist, to hook under her thigh, she shivered in pleasure.

Rhys tore away from her, keeping his hand on her shoulders and breathing hard. His eyes were fixed on her parted lips and he shook his head.

"We can't. Not here, not now," he breathed out.

Feyre was finding it hard not to reach out and just say fuck it, but Emerie's voice sounded from upstair and she moaned, letting her head fall back.

"I hate our family," she complained.

He chuckled, making her turn and pushing her towards the stairs. "No. No, you don't."

She sighed, "I don't."

"I promise I'll make it up to you tonight."

And it was the utter dominance and lust dripping from his voice that made her willingly wiggle her ass in his face. When his hand slapped her right cheek hard, she gasped, running up faster than she ever did, hopingprayingbegging that he would keep his promise and more.

#feysand #feyre archeron #rhysand #side nessian #side elucien #azriel #cassian #lucien vanserra #nesta archeron #nyx archeron #fluff #acotar fic #acotar

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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A Moment of Peace

Elladan x reader

Request: Hello! Can I plop in a request for Elladan or Elrohir skinny dipping with reader? Fluffy and giggly - they can also be fully clothed, I just think either of them would be really fun to go swimming with! Please and thank you 🙏🏻🥰😇 - Anon

A/N: Coming right up, a fluff for cheeky Elladan :)

Warning: nudity, skinny dipping, fluff, humour

Word: 1.5k

Synopsis: A day off from work leads you to spend the day with your beloved, swimming around nude as you were born, enjoying the summer peace.

The sun rained its radiance upon the earth like thousands of diamonds, glittering like the pinnacle of gemstones it proved itself worth, illuminating the world with its brilliance. From the flowers in the meadow to the canopies of the forest to the rich soil of the earth after a blossoming rainfall to the surface of the lake where splashes of jovial laughter echoed. The song of birds, larks and robins, singing their lungs full of a merry tune and adding to the astonishing beauty the world was. In the distance, occasionally, a deer or two would pass by nibbling on the mulberries in their fruitful abundance along with a stag and their little offspring. The quiet trekking of their hooves across the forest floor was below the whisper of wind, and yet, your hearing could pick them up. Even the spirited squirrels that chased each other for nuts did not go unmissed.

A loud splash followed by a gasp broke the serenity you found in the woods. After a month off slaving away behind the fireside as one of the cooks under Lord Glorfindel, he was graciously kind to offer you the week off to recuperate. The first two days were spent under the quilts, nestled deeply and tucked away in wonderland, dreaming about a distant land far away. The third and fourth day was spent tidying up your house since you barely had time to have your life in order and the fifth day, today, was currently being spent drowning underwater by your elven beloved.

Though you prefer to say, playful drowning since he wanted to discover his response to a drowning you should the moment ever arise, however, the game didn’t last for long. Pouting when you no longer wished to continue the game, he decided to find another means of entertainment. Another splash to your left and you observed a bare-bottom Elladan taking a dive under the crystal clear lake to go fishing for flat stones, an obsession he grew to develop after you explained to him your once hobby. From your angle, you were able to clearly observe every nude part of his body freely moving with the push and pull of his strokes underwater. This boy really has no shame. Shaking your head at how peculiar his nudity request was today, perhaps it was to make you laugh with his dangling body parts.

It didn’t take long for him to resurface with four flat stones, each a different colour from the mineral content in the lake. “Look! This one matches your eye colour,” he gleamed, swimming closer and holding the stone closer to your eye to compare. He was right indeed. The stone bore the same glow and brightness that your eyes did and became illuminated when held under Anor. “This is my favourite; I’ll put them beside the other fifty I’ve collected that matched your eye colour,” he chirped.

Taking a short swim away from you to place the stones beside your clothes on the shore, you swam further out only to shriek at the sudden decrease in temperature. Your little sound didn’t go unnoticed by his ear and prompted him to wade into the water once again, approaching your side. “What’s the matter?” he questioned and inched his head closer to yours.

Grinning embarrassingly and shaking your hanging head, you wheezed at how silly you were to expect the entire lake to sit at one temperature. “Nothing really, it’s just that I wanted to swim out but over there is a lot colder than here,” you chuckled.

Wanting to humour and charm you, Elladan took it upon himself to wrap his warm arms around your waist and tug you closer to his wet chest. His naked body was pressed against yours and you felt every ripple of his steel muscles flexing when he tightened his grip around your waist. You felt bashful at the daring action as though you two have never been naked before the other on numerous occasions, though this was different. A different type of intimacy shared between you both radiated pure and playful love. It prompted a puppy-like form of affection to blossom.

On his face, he hid the growing blush that spread across his cheeks at the close contact with your naked body. Acting like some ellon who reached maturity, Elladan’s ears were also reddened. With the slight brush of your chest against his and his neither region poking the softness of your thigh, he bit his lip to resist the urge to giggle. He acted like it was the first time he was seeing and holding you naked; as if you didn’t regularly bathe together.

“Elladan…” you sang.

“Yes, my sweet little dove,” he sang to you.

Giggling in an attempt of replying, you buried your face into his neck and released peals of laughter. Something so simple from him could emit rounds of tummy-aching joy from a soft and calm person like yourself. You wished to respond to his singing with a melody of your own but were caught up in the rapture of feeling the eruption of bubbles and butterflies in your stomach at the usage of his endearment for you. He could be such a sweet and goofy person all at once and you adored it. Compared to many who bore the same individualities as he did, it was revered in your eyes differently than any other. He was beautiful in his own little enchanting way.

“Is the water still cold?” he inquired, breaking your thoughts of admiration.

Pulling your face out of his neck to quizzically observe him, you jerked your head back before breaking contact to view your surroundings. You were much further out than you originally were minutes ago. “You moved us?” you asked.

“Hmm, while you were busy giggling away, I pushed us out. So, is the water still cold?”

Answering with a shake of your head, he produced a cheerful grin, proud of his accomplishment. A little trick of his up his sleeves since he was the literal sun all through the year. The one time you couldn’t complain about him overheating and causing you to sweat like a pig.

“Told you that my superheating would come in handy,” he boasted.

Rolling your eyes at his inherited dramatic flare from his mother, as his father once described, you reached out to scoop a handful of water and dumped it on his head, hearing him gasp. Elladan didn’t hesitate for a second, pushing you out of his grasp to face the harsh coldness of the lake and reach for his scoop of water to dash all over you. Back and forth the two of you splashed each other, completely oblivious to the nudity you both wore in board daylight where a passer-by could observe. At one point, you started complaining about the unfairness of the other because that’s not a part of the rules.

“What do you mean I can’t over splash you? You’ve been drowning me with cold water!”

“Well, that’s the rules of the game.”

“You mean those ridiculous rules you and your brother would create to cheat?”

“That is not true – ah!”

Holding your hand at splashing him again, you froze when you noticed him holding his face, importantly, his eye. You felt panic surge through your veins at your day being ruined by a simple game and causing injuries. Wading through the water to reach his side, your smaller hands crawled up his arm to pry his hands away from his face for you to inspect the severity of the damage. It took a lot to make him cry since he tended to ramp with the scarier and tougher folks out in the wild. His whines informed you that it wasn’t pleasant.

Refusing to allow you to inspect his eye, you didn’t notice his freed arm reaching out to cup his hand in the water and spray it on you. Your reaction time was slow as the sequence took place. One minute you were whining over his injury and the next, you were gasping for breath as cold water soaked your bones and travelled up your nasal cavity. In the distance, you could hear his boisterous laughter growing distant as he swam away from you to avoid any form of punishment.

“Elladan!” you screamed.

“Aw, don’t be so upset dove. It’s all part of the game,” he spoke with smugness in his voice while he continued to keep his distance.

Wiping the water from your face and nose, you peeked through your hair strands and noticed he was paddling back to shore, leaving out in the coldness. “Just wait till I get my hands on you!”

“You’re gonna have to catch me first. Race you to the shore.”

“That’s no fair! You already have a head start!”

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dank-memer-to-the-extreme-r · 4 months

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A Warning About Lucid Dreaming

Now, this isn't to scare you off lucid dreaming. Not at all, it can be a source of extraordinary creativity, ideas, and joy.

But you should know what you're getting into. Of course, this is just my personal experiences, so take it with a grain of salt. But still.

I learned to lucid dream as a teenager. At least, I learned how to make myself do it on purpose. I can't remember my first lucid dream.

I've done all sorts of wonderful things with lucid dreaming - I've overcome my fear of heights with flying (because of flying in dreams I wasn't afraid at all when I went for a helicopter ride, or when I pressed my body against the glass of one of the highest skyscrapers in Sydney), I've transformed into animals, I've talked to my subconscious, I've change my body to look ideal, used healing orbs that made me feel physically wonderful and healed when I woke up, I've changed my gender, I've set things on fire, frozen things, and moved objects with my mind, I've eaten foods that have tasted like a vague version of real life foods, I've teleported into other lands, even cartoon worlds, and more.

But the downside is, because of lucid dreaming I am now afraid to sleep. I became exhausted from the hyper realistic dreams that felt like reality every night, and tried to dream normally. Now quite often I get horrific nightmares where I'm lucid and I'm stuck in this alternate reality that feels as real as our own, yet I'm aware that I'm dreaming. And that's not all - I can feel pain. It's to a lesser degree than in real life, of course, but still, it hurts. I've gotten stabbed, shot, and fallen into a very deep void all while lucid dreaming. With the void, I could feel that uncomfortable wobbly feeling in my stomach as I fell. I've been transported to hell with no immediate way out. I've tried closing my eyes in these dreams as well as screaming and trying to feel my IRL body, and nothing wakes me up.

My lucid dreams have grown twisted and exhausting. The less bad ones that still really drain me are like video game boss fights, the other ones are straight up horror. I've had one where I was under a house and completely aware while having to crawl through millions of spiders crawling all over me while they bit me, only to have to face someone who tried to kill me in real life. I've had gory injuries, my foot falling apart, gotten into a bus crash and watched people die while I was physically torn to shreds, and had massive wounds on my arms with nurses refusing to help. I've watched animals I love die right in front of me in the worst ways possible. And be aware, if you kill someone in your realistic lucid dreams, the guilt may just haunt you forever.

Another thing I've seen is the horrific creatures of the ocean. Yes I could breathe underwater, but for the love of god, if you've seen those deep sea ocean videos do NOT go into the ocean in your lucid dreams.

I now hate sleeping, I often delay sleeping so much I go to sleep at between 5 am - 8 am in the morning. I also often stay up all night, just to avoid these hyper-realistic nightmares.

A good thing about it is that when I do have these horrific dreams I can use them for creative things like art and perhaps in the future, game development/game writing.

Sometimes I can't tell if I'm dreaming or in a really realistic lucid dream (though this may be psychiatric issues).

But really, is it worth literally losing sleep over it? I'm not so sure. If you're going to lucid dream, please know that you're not just committing to it for a little while. If you properly learn how to do it, you'll be tethered to it for a lifetime.

Please don't be scared, though. I don't intend to scare you. I just want to make sure you're absolutely sure about what you're doing. If you want to learn despite knowing this, go right ahead. I'm not going to tell you not to. Some of the most healing experiences I've had have come out of lucid dreams. I just don't want people like me getting too deep into something then that thing twisting into something that torments them because they didn't understand the consequences of their actions.

#lucid dreaming #dreams #dreaming #subconscious #lucid #insomnia #real story #horror #no sleep #stressed #tired #sleeping problems

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dasphinxone · 1 year

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The Rescue of Riri Williams

I wanted some random Riri and Attuma interaction. Enjoy this! I may be a 'lil wine drunk at the moment, so blame that 😂

Riri disappeared from campus. One minute she was out grabbing a coffee with her dorm mates. The next, she was being mugged by two masked people and tossed into the back of their blacked out, unmarked SUV. Her roommate got shot but survived. She was understandably distraught.

The genius scientist became a missing person case. The community organizers refused to let the story die for a few days. As did Riri's mother, her family, her old neighborhood back in Chicago.

Until it mysteriously did.

Whispers on twitter talked of a government conspiracy. Someone's grainy ring doorbell footage was hash tagged #wheresriri. It showed a black suited, dark-haired woman with purple highlights visiting Riri's mother house with a cavalcade of unmarked black SUVS. SUVs that look remarkably similar to the one that snatched Riri.

All mentions of Riri were scrubbed from twitter after that. Her mother never set foot in front of a media camera again.

Then again, leave it up to the U.S. government to underestimate a Black girl from Chicago. They may have rendered her into custody at a black site. Forced her into an orange jumpsuit with the humiliating threadbare socks and suicide watch foot slides. What they didn't take from her were her kimoyo beads.

She refused to wear them on her wrist. Too obvious, she smirked at Shuri before she left her lab on her way out of Wakanda.

How else would you wear them? Shuri was rarely confused. So seeing her arched brow was a new expression for Riri.

The scientist touched the end of her braids before slipping a bead off the bracelet. She slid it up the end of a braid, feeling it automatically adjust to tighten around it.

GRIOT, how's my signal? She was still in the habit of looking up at the ceiling or sky whenever she called on the AI.

I can hear you without interruption, GRIOT pleasantly replied.

Shuri helped slide the rest of the beads into Riri's hair. After that, Riri never forgot to add them back into her hair after every new braid install.

Normally, they shouldn't work so far underwater in The Raft prison site. Except the U.S. Government didn't know how Shuri outfitted the Talokanil who wished it with their own versions of kimoyo beads.

Theirs were jade green with gold Mayan glyph lettering. The AI integrated with to GRIOT. Working AI Venerating Everyone or WAVE Shuri dubbed it. WAVE was the voice of woman, soft but firm. It was amusing hearing WAVE and GRIOT chat in Shuri’s lab as she brought WAVE to life.

A wandering pod of Talokanil out hunting along the east coast of the U.S. picked up on Riri's distress signal. They didn't realize the raft's existence because it wasn't too deep under the waves. Enough for a normal human unable to dive down far enough without being killed. But not deep enough to disturb the Talokanil, who preferred deep sea hunting in this area relatively close to the Puerto Rican Trench where their kingdom lay.

They used their current system to rush back to Talokan, Namor arching a brow at the news. He'd evolved; while annoyed the scientist could reveal his nation's secrets, he didn't demand her death. She was barely a woman full grown in the surface world. Her kidnapping was outside of her hands. Besides, Namor proved far more incensed at the existence of The Raft.

The surface dweller also helped save his people's sun. Freeing her from the colonizers' custody would be the smallest of debts he owed her.

"Destroy that accursed prison," he ordered when he met Shuri in her lab with the news. "The scientist will be be only survivor. Everyone else-"

"Dies," Shuri finished his sentence, gaze alight.

The bright vengeance in her eyes made him want to throw her down on one of her work tables and fuck even more flame into her. Only his wish for her to come him to voluntarily and without regret stopped him. He'd jerk himself off to fruition with his fantasies of her in the privacy of his hut back in his grotto. Imagining her burying her claws into his back as she writhed under him with her name a chanted prayer on his lips would do him nicely.

"Who will you send?" he asked.

Her hands furiously sifted through holographic scenarios of how best to breech The Raft from schematics of it GRIOT hacked off the NSA servers. Such tacky and careless security protocols these colonizers had when it came to their cyber infrastructure.

"Only the best, of course," she excitedly replied, waving up the profiles of Wakanda and Talokan's finest warriors.

That's how Okoye and Attuma found themselves leading Riri's rescue.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“It's cuffing season and now we've got a reason…to get a big boy…I need a big boy, give me a big boy….” Riri sang under her breath.

The chaotic aftermath of her rescue was certainly fucking with her brain. Riri blamed the massive trauma of being kidnapped by her own government for daring to sing such a thing in the enclosed space on this Wakandan airship with her previous potential killer in Attuma.

Which was why she let out a small screech when she felt the Talokan general drop down onto the vibranium bench next to her. She froze, swallowed and then only slightly remembered how to breath as he grunted out her name. What she didn’t expect was for him to ask her why she was singing.

Fuck.

“How in the hell could you hear me?” she’d slid all the way to the end of the bench. Staring down at the floor with her shoulders hunched in, her hands were clasped in between her bouncing knees. She nervously tapped her foot on the ground.

She absolutely believed Okoye when she explained how they married and how there was a now a solid treaty between Wakanda and Talokan. Still tho…

“You were singing,” Attuma shrugged, “Quite off key, little scientist,” he frowned.

“Under my breath,” she hissed, “You shouldn’t have been able to hear me…oh, shit, you a mutant, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t see his confused expression at the word "mutant" since his beads’ WAVE AI couldn’t properly translate it. After a short bout of silence, realization dawned on him.

“I am not like our god, K'uk'ulkan,” he murmured. She didn’t expect his natural voice to sound so human and deep. Or actually like he didn’t want to kill her. “My people are stronger than you surface dwellers due to the herb our ancestors ingested. Along with living below the waves. I can hear in many ways where you surface dwellers cannot. Such as your rapid heartbeat,” he reached out to point a finger at her chest.

Riri clutched at her chest. It only made her heartbeat echo even more in his ears.

A concerned expression came to Attuma's azure face. "You also smell of radiating fear. Careful, little scientist, or you will find yourself in cardiac arrest as your people call it," he reached out to place a comforting hand to her wrist's pulse point.

Riri vaguely remembered Shuri explaining the history of the underwater folk. Of how they escaped those dirty-ass, smallpox ridden, Spanish colonizing fucks by drinking some sort of mixture of a vibranium infused herb. It apparently gave them gills and forced them into the ocean to breath oxygen pulled from the water. Logically, heightened sense due to living in the seas would be one of their main adaptations. A need to survive the heavier equivalent of air from the water. Plus the stress of the constant depth pressure would mean denser bones, thicker blood, higher rates of their brain synapses firing.

In laymen’s terms? Yeah, elevated senses.

She still jerked away from his touch. "Sorry," she whispered at his hurt expression, "It's...I just been through a lot, you know?"

"Understandable. You survived long enough for rescue," Attuma drew his hand away. "You are a civilian. These sorts of things are not expected of you. You were brave against your tribulations. Do not feel ashamed," he shrugged.

Riri's expression was astonished as he continued, “Were you singing a song of victory at being rescued, little scientist?” He sounded amused but Riri wouldn't personally take a bet on that.

She blamed her adrenaline and sitting within proximity to her former enemy for the bark of laughter that escaped her mouth. However, she quickly held up her hands in surrender. “Look man, I’m not out here looking to offend you,” she squeaked as she finally glanced up and to her side to take him in.

His expression appeared genuinely interested. Dark eyes a little wide, he took her in with a tilt of his head. Due to his clear rebreather, she could see how his mouth was curled in question. His hands were empty, his scythe set on the ground next to his feet.

Riri shrugged and swallowed. “I was singing so I don’t have a fucking panic attack-”

“Should we prepare for an impending attack against you?!” Attuma growled.

Shuri startled at how his large arm darted out in front of her as a shield of sorts. It reminded her of how her mom and stepdad would always slap an arm across her front whenever they’d almost get into a car accident. The universal sigh of parental protection. That this giant blue man did it despite her extremely strong suspicion he’d never been in a car before in his entire life made her laugh again.

The pure absurdity of it all.

She shook her head in disagreement as she gingerly pushed his beefy arm away. “Again, bruh, I’m fine…we’re fine. I’m just singing a meme thing ‘cause I’m nervous…and tired,” she suddenly yawned as the exhaustion hit her with a wave.

“What is a meme?” Attuma narrowed his eyes.

Riri really didn’t want to piss him off. She suppressed another snort of laughter and shook her head. “Promise I’ll explain later. Just need to catch some shut-eye…sleep,” she simplified, just in case the beads couldn’t translate the idiom. “If you don’t mind?”

How in the fuck does his big ass move so damn fast?! her mind raced as he was suddenly gone from the bench. Before she could muse on it, she slumped and situated herself on the wide seat to lie on her side. A few moments later, she felt a thick, warm blanket being pulled over her. Another folded one was placed near the top of her head.

“Sleep, little scientist,” Attuma quietly ordered above her. She felt one of his large hands quickly pat her shoulder and tighten the blanket around her before he retreated. “No harm will come to you on our watch. My beloved wife will bring us all back to Wakanda upon this flying whale.”

Riri really couldn’t hold in a giggle as she pulled the extra blanket towards her to use as a pillow. "Flying whale." These sea folks really were something else.

“Thanks, man,” she slurred out.

At his grunt of reply, she suddenly heard his soft humming. She barely had time question how its notes curled around her with a caress before she felt herself lulled into a pleasant sleep.

Perhaps Okoye's shark man husband wasn't so bad after all.

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attuma #attuma of talokan #fanfic crack #fanfic prompt #fanfic snippet

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year

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Bruises That Won’t Heal - Black Rose Part 2

Summary: Rhysand returns from Under the Mountain with an announcement that Niamh desperately wishes wasn’t true. Black Rose Part 2, can be read as a standalone but it’s better with Part 1!

Pairing: Rhysand x OC (Niamh, pronounced ‘Neev,’ no physical descriptions)

Warnings: ANGST, allusions to sex, UtM happenings, PTSD, depression, aggressive behavior

Word Count: 3166

A/N: So I wasn’t going to post this but I’m on a hot writing streak right now and have issues with impulse control so here ya go! Also, the title is a lyric from ‘No Surprises’ by Radiohead, which I think goes with the angsty feel of this chapter. Also, did I mention there’s angst ahead? Cuz there is.

Thank you for reading! Like/Reblog/Comments always appreciated!

Banner by yours truly, dividers by firefly-graphics

Mother above, Niamh thought to herself.

The chair she sat in became impossibly uncomfortable despite its plushness. Rhys kept talking to the four other members of his inner circle but it sounded far away and dulled, like he was shouting at her from underwater. Her cheeks were hot and all she could hear was her own pulse in her ears.

“Excuse me,” she said, rising and heading for the nearest balcony. She didn’t notice or care if anyone tried to stop her, she needed air. Rhys paused and she vaguely heard him call her name but she was already out the door, trying to remember how to breathe properly.

From the balcony she looked out over Velaris sparkling below. The lights started to blur together as tears welled in her eyes. His announcement was a punch in the gut. Her chest felt like it was imploding when a mere twenty-four hours ago it felt like it was full to bursting. Her breathing was shallow, shaking fists shut so tight her nails were cutting into her palms.

This couldn’t be happening. He had a mate, a gods-be-damned mate! That was what his strange dreams had meant.

She should’ve known.

How could she have been so naive?

The wind whipped past her form, invisible hands grabbing at her clothing and hair. For a moment she wished those hands were real, grasping small parts of her and tearing her apart — a thousand different pieces of Niamh drifting through the night sky. That would be preferable to the swirling heartbreak that had found a home in her chest.

The potted rose bushes on either side of her grew rapidly into a thick hedge behind her, thorns growing sharper, a wall between her and the source of her pain. Braced against the wide railing, she looked down at her ring.

The ring he’d given her when he promised her forever after she’d abandoned her brother in the Spring Court. With a shaking hand, she slipped the ring off. It was meaningless now, and she wouldn’t be the selfish one who refused to let him be with his mate.

Even if it felt like her insides were shriveling, wilting, dying within her.

She placed the ring on the railing, knowing he would find it. Hoping he would understand.

“Niamh?” a male voice called through the hedge.

Cassian.

“I just need a minute, Cass,” she lied. Though it was a small consolation, she was relieved her voice didn’t break under the weight of a lie. She needed a lot longer than a minute to process exactly what Rhys had said.

When he’d winnowed to the House of Wind, they’d run at each other after the moment of shock. Her broken, joyful cry alerted Mor in the other room. The three of them had collapsed on each other, she and Mor clinging to Rhys and him clinging to them just the same. Tears were shed, happy ones, and Niamh assumed he ducked her kisses because of his urgency to reunite with his family.

They were all so elated to be together again that the full debrief of his time Under the Mountain was pushed until the next night. They drank and feasted and danced like it was Starfall and they were rowdy hundred-somethings again. Instead of everyone heading to their rooms, they all passed out where they dropped.

Niamh hadn’t given much thought to his lack of physical affection toward her. He’d placed quick pecks on everyone’s cheeks, hugged each member of his family for minutes at a time (except Amren, who only managed fifteen seconds).

“Do you, um…do you want me to take you home?” Cass asked quietly. She shut her eyes tight, chest constricting. Of course, he was ducking her affection because he had a mate. The tears leaked down her face and she nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered, remembering that he couldn’t see her through the rose hedge. Black roses. Her favorite.

She receded the hedge with her powers, just as she had built it. Cassian looked at her and she could see the secondhand pain written across his handsome face. It was more sympathetic than pitying, which she was thankful for as she crossed to him. He folded her into a tight embrace and she pressed herself into his leathers.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he murmured to her, rubbing circles on her upper back as she tried to rein in the tears.

From inside the house she could hear Mor calling her name, but she didn’t have the strength to deal with her right now. Sensing this, Cassian lifted her into his arms and, with a gust of wind, lifted them both into the air and flew her home.

Three weeks passed and Niamh hadn’t seen any of the Inner Circle. She put up wards to prevent winnowing into her home and didn’t answer the persistent knocks at the door. She ignored the letters that showed up at least once a day. Even after almost fifty years she knew the handwriting on the envelopes.

Her time was spent in her rooftop greenhouse, cultivating her various plant species and growing flowers to sell to local florists. It kept her hands and mind busy. Besides, she already knew exactly what Rhys would say to her so why bother reopening the wound?

She was sitting against the arm of her couch in the living room, a book propped open on her legs when Mor appeared in front of her unlit fireplace.

“Where the hell have you been?” the blonde goddess demanded, hands on her hips.

“Huh, my wards must be down.” Niamh looked up from her book and shrugged. “Here.”

“Why haven’t you answered any of Rhys’s letters?” Mor gestured to the coffee table in front of them which was blanketed in the folded parchment. All the seals were intact.

She turned her attention back to her book, not wanting her friend to see the flash of anguish in her eyes. “I’ve been busy.”

“Bullshit. Why have you been ignoring us?”

“Because all of you are going to tell me I need to talk to Rhys or read his letters and I don’t want to hear it!” Niamh threw her book aside and rose to her feet, stalking into her kitchen. “He’s mated, Mor. Mated! After I waited for him for fifty years. I know what he’s going to say and I just…don’t see the point. We’re obviously over, I might as well move on.”

“Honey,” Mor said as she followed her into the kitchen, “Don’t you want some sense of closure? An apology? To let him know how you’re feeling?”

Niamh filled her kettle and set about making tea. She had to do something with her hands to stop the prickling feeling inside them. “No.”

“So you’d rather ignore your entire family than have one uncomfortable conversation?” Mor scoffed, indignant. “Real mature, Niamh.”

Niamh slammed the kettle onto the stove, denting the surface and startling Mor. She knew what Mor said was true — she was being childish by not facing her problems and having the conversation with Rhys. But she couldn’t help it. After fifty years of holding him together in his dreams, he’d come back to her in love with someone else. “Fuck off and let me grieve, Mor.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing for the last few weeks? Grieving?” She could hear Mor approach, then felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Niamh nodded, not facing the other female. “But we got him back, he came home to us…”

“And immediately broke my heart. I’ve lost him twice now, Mor, and I just…I need time.”

Mor’s warm hand moved and Mor embraced her from behind, her head coming to rest on Niamh’s shoulder. “Okay, okay. I’ll call off the Illyrians. But can you promise me something?”

“What?”

“That you won’t shut yourself off from us like that again. I understand you don’t want to see Rhys, but I miss my best friend.” Mor half-smiled and Niamh promised the two of them would go shopping soon. Satisfied with that promise, Morrigan moved onto lighter topics and sipped the tea Niamh made.

Despite the undercurrent of despair, it was a pretty pleasant afternoon.

Mor winnowed back to the House of Wind and found a despondent Rhys sitting in the same chair she’d left him in. Hands white-knuckle grasped in front of him, head bowed to the marble floor, as if he was praying to the Mother. For all she knew, that’s exactly what he was doing.

He looked up when she entered the room, violet eyes wide and eager. “How’d it go? Is she okay?”

Mor sighed long and deep, “She’s hurt, Rhys. She needs time.”

“She’s had three fucking weeks,” he said, standing and beginning to pace. “And she needs more time?”

“Turn the situation around, Rhys, how do you think you’d feel if you came back and she found her mate while you were…away.” Mor posited.

The last few weeks had been difficult on her cousin as he resumed his post as High Lord. Long days and nights reacquainting himself with his court, his people, and what issues had arisen in the last fifty years that required his attention had left him exhausted. Today was the first time he’d had a chance to bring up Niamh, mentioning to his cousin that she wasn’t responding to his letters and asking if she’d heard anything from the Spring Court convert.

Then, upon hearing that no one in the Inner Circle had seen or heard from her, he’d frantically ordered Mor to check up on Niamh and report back. His nerves were frayed from fatigue. Mor could see his mind spinning through every horrible thing that could’ve happened to Niamh, and she had to admit that she was also concerned, so she’d agreed.

Rhys paused his pacing and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Awful. I’d feel…awful. Crushed. Obliterated.”

Mor approached her cousin as gently as she’d approached Niamh earlier, like approaching a cornered wildcat. “So maybe ease up on her. She just needs time, okay? She’ll come back, but we need to give her space for now.”

Rhys’s shoulders slumped when she placed a hand between them. He spun and pulled her close to him, his wet tears dampening the shoulder of her dress. She didn’t mind.

“I missed her…so much. I survived, clawed my way through every awful thing so I could see her when she dreamwalked to me. She kept me sane, Mor. I owe her everything, and she won’t even be in the same room as me.”

“She’ll come around,” Mor comforted him. “I know she will.”

His voice sounded so pained when he said, “I loved her. I…I wanted to marry her.”

Mor stroked his hair, her own eyes misting over, “I know you did.”

One Week Later

Simply to torture himself, Rhys found the secret compartment in the headboard of his bed at the townhouse and pulled the velvet box out from inside it. With a deep breath, he opened it.

The ring inside was slightly worn, but beautiful. He could still remember the day he’d bought it from a jeweler in the Rainbow, practically giddy with excitement to ask Niamh to marry him. A band of intricate silver vines, small clusters of diamonds framed a rare black emerald.

He’d proposed that night, about twenty years after she became a permanent fixture in his court. They’d never gotten around to the actual marriage ceremony due to one thing or another, High Lord business or her work with his spymaster demanding too much attention to plan a wedding. Hell, forget a wedding, he would’ve happily sworn their vows in front of a city clerk, but for whatever reason they never had.

He’d found the ring on the railing at the House of Wind. While recounting his years under the mountain and revealing the news of his mate, he’d watched Niamh’s expression falter. The light behind her eyes dimmed and she’d drawn into herself before exiting the room. He wanted to go after her, but Amren’s questions had stopped him. A few minutes later, he watched from the balcony as Cassian flew her toward the Rainbow.

Probably for the best that they’d never married, he thought bitterly. He’d be in an even more impossible situation now. Feyre would still be his mate but he would be married to Niamh.

Feyre was his mate.

He couldn’t help the tingle of excitement that ran up his spine whenever he thought of her, but it was followed by a sickening wave of nausea that he suspected wouldn’t go away until things were right with Niamh. Whenever that would be. She was stubborn and could hold a grudge, just like her brother.

Her brother, whom his mate was currently planning on marrying.

“Mother above, what a mess,” he said out loud to no one, falling back on the bed. He raised the ring box above him and snapped it closed.

He couldn’t do anything about having a mate. Whatever forces of the universe deemed that he belonged with Feyre and nothing could sever that tie.

But he loved Niamh deeply, truly, and a not-insignificant part of him still did. What was he supposed to do with that love? Especially since the object of that love wouldn't come within a hundred feet of him, wouldn’t respond to the numerous letters he sent, who told Mor that she needed “time.”

And even when “time” was up, what then? They would never be the same. Within the first two weeks of his return, he’d settled back into his friendships with everyone else but Niamh. Cassian’s inappropriate jokes, Azriel’s dark sarcasm, Mor’s sharp tongue, Amren’s deep wisdom, it all came back to him. It all welcomed him home like a warm blanket that, unfortunately, was a few inches too short.

He needed Niamh’s curios intelligence, her open smile, her quick wit. The way her eyes would light up when he brought her rare seeds or specimens, how her hair would fall in her face while she was deep into research.

The little noises she made when he kissed her just right. How her body responded so deliciously to him. How safe and loved she’d made him feel all those years when she would visit him in his dreams.

His heart fractured at the reality that he might not get those things back. In all likelihood, he would never see those parts of her again.

As happy as he was to have found his mate (even if she was engaged to a shitbag), he was equally as devastated to lose Niamh. His own heart was broken, and Niamh didn’t know that. He couldn’t blame her for not wanting to see him, but it was taking all of his self-control to stay away.

A knock sounded at his door and he bid whoever it was to enter. Azriel and Cassian entered the room, but Rhys didn’t move from his splayed-out position on the bed.

“You okay, boss?” Cassian asked.

“No,” he answered, “What is it?”

Azriel approached him and held out a sealed envelope. “It’s from Niamh.”

Rhys sat bolt upright and snatched the letter from Az’s hands. He recognized her handwriting and the green rose wax seal on the back.

“Did she say anything to you? Does she want me to respond?”

Azriel shook his head slightly, “It’s all in the letter. We’ll be outside if you need us.”

“And by that he means we’ll run to the liquor store so you can drown your sorrows once you’ve finished it,” Cassian joked, earning him a punch in the chest from Azriel as they walked out and shut the door behind them.

With shaking hands, Rhys broke the seal and extracted the letter.

‘Rhysand,

I don’t even know where to begin but Amren said she wouldn’t stop knocking my plants over until I wrote you something, so here I am.

I’m devastated, Rhys. Like the rug has been pulled out from under me and then a piano was dropped on my head. I’ve been avoiding you because I know what you’ll say. It’s not your fault, you didn’t plan for this to happen, you’re so, so sorry. While I don’t doubt the truth behind these sentiments, actually hearing them from your lips would only serve to devastate me further.

We just got you back and I’m losing you all over again. Only this time you’ll still be around, deeply in mating-love with someone who isn’t me. When you were gone it was like a part of myself was missing. I searched hundreds of dreams for you, and when I found you I couldn’t bear the waking world. I wanted to live in our dreams forever. I know you did too. Maybe you still do.

Which brings me to my announcement; I’m leaving the Night Court. I’ve taken a job in another court with an old friend. By the time you’re reading this, I’ve already left. Please, Rhys, don’t come looking for me. I am safe.

Just know that I hold no ill feeling toward you or your mate. I love you, Rhys, and I always will. And that’s why it’s better if I leave. You and your mate will have a better start if you have nothing holding you back.

I wish you all the best, and I hope someday we can meet again as friends.

All My Love,

Niamh’

Rhys was shaking with rage as he finished the letter. He sprang to his feet and rushed downstairs to where his brothers were waiting, each with a drink in hand. Cassian offered him a glass with a generous pour of whiskey in it, but Rhys slapped it away and pinned Cassian to the wall with his forearm on the Illyrian’s windpipe.

“Did you know about this?” he shouted, inches from his brother’s face, pressing his weight onto his brother’s neck. “Did you know she was leaving?”

“Yes, we did,” Azriel answered calmly from behind him, “She gave us the letter yesterday, then I flew her to the border.”

Rhys dropped Cassian, who gasped for air. He turned his attention to the shadowsinger, shoulders hunched with tension, fully intending on leveling the spymaster with his bare hands.

“Rhys, think about this rationally for a second,” Azriel said, holding up his hands. “How is your mate going to react to another female you used to be in love with — betrothed to — hanging around?”

His shoulders sagged. Az had a point. The Mating Bond made both mates possessive to the point of danger, especially in the early days. And Rhys was already keeping Feyre in the dark about more than he’d like.

“I just…wish I got to say goodbye. It’s like I’ve lost her again.”

Cassian had poured him a new drink, and Rhys accepted it as he fell back into a plush chair, exhausted and boneless.

It was the first of many, many drinks that night. And most of the nights to come.

Part 3

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thinking about how sierra six - courtland gentry - knows c-ptsd better than anyone else in the mojo dojo casa keri ken dreamhouse.

there's baby geese boyfriends of all kinds in that big plastic house when they're not in their own movies dimensions. hanging out, chatting, loving their star girl, talking about her and missing her when she's somewhere else. they all have gone through some heavy shit and dealt with a lot. but nobody really knows complex ptsd the way court does.

and he sees ken with his head stuck in his books on how to handle trauma and trigger reactions. he's stressed. his girlfriend keeps turning into a star. he doesn't know what to do because barbieland doesn't have ptsd. ken doesn't have ptsd. he doesn't understand what's happening to his sweet girl and it's scaring him. nothing he's saying to her is working. nothing he's doing - gentle touches, light kisses, reassuring smiles - nothing he's doing is working. why isn't it working. why isn't it working.

barbieland is perfect. the barbies don't feel depressed or embarassed or scared. the kens do, sometimes. but they've never feared for their lives. they dont have triggers. none of them have ever been forced to do something without their consent, none of them have ever been physically hurt, none of them have ever been emotionally manipulated. he found his gf as a little star, dim with her light going out, and he brought her to barbieland and she became human again. but she's still got a lot of damage somewhere in her heart and he has no idea how to fix it.

but here comes six, seeing ken practically ripping through pages upon pages of books. reading words he's never heard before. reading about things that happen to people in the real world that he never would imagine someone could be so cruel, so capable of doing. and ken is desperate, looking up at the CIA operative with wide eyes, pleading, i don't know what to do. you have to help me. do you know anything about ptsd?

six is silent for a second. sierra six doesn't (can't. won't. refuses to.) think of his trauma.

but courtland gentry does.

little courtland gentry at 7 years old getting his head forcibly dunked underwater by his father multiple times with him kicking and thrashing, with a 41 y/o sierra six screaming gutturally and clawing his way out of water while enduring that very flashback. little courtland gentry flinching every time someone raises their voice. little courtland gentry lying to his mother with a tremor in his voice, assuring her everything is fine while hiding a burn mark on his wrist, bruises on his arm where his father had gripped him. forced him to keep still. little courtland gentry taking his father's gun from the nightstand in his bedroom and knowing he's never going to be the same again.

sierra six at 41 years old looking at this plastic doll with his head in his hands, tears staining the pages of the books. sierra six with his girlfriend's hair-ties secure around his wrist (just above his bracelet, the one she made just for him that he never takes off) so he can be ready to tie her hair back any time she stress vomits. sierra six who runs on very very little sleep, no longer plagued by nightmares of his past because he doesn't sleep deeply enough to get them as often anymore + has mastered pushing them from his mind the moment he jolts awake. sierra six who uses humor as a survival tactic. sierra six who is freakishly good at everything he does and doesn't let anything weigh him down. even grief. even nearly bleeding to death and running on 72 hours of no sleep and very little food. even having his whole world turned upside down again and again and again. no, sierra six doesn't allow himself to think of his cptsd. he can't.

but courtland gentry does. courtland gentry looks at this plastic doll and his eyes soften and he says, yes, he knows a little bit about complex ptsd. he explains how it works. the adrenaline rush, the panic. it's a bit different for everyone bc we all cope differently but he gives a brief explanation on how it feels to be triggered, how it all works, what calms the brain down afterward. ken feels a little better knowing how it works, knowing it's a brain thing. a trauma thing. not a "im a horrible ken doll who cant comfort his girlfriend no matter how hard i try" thing.

thinking about sierra six - courtland gentry - knowing cptsd better than anyone in the mojo dojo casa etc etc etc, putting his hand on ken's shoulder and reassuring him that their girl is gonna be ok. she will get through it. it might take a really long time and it will take a fuck ton of work. but if she gets love and support she will be ok. she might not be strong physically but she is still a very stubborn fighter and once she readjusts to kindness again, and is shown that love doesn't include violence, she will be ok. and there's nobody better at pure and unconditional love than ken carson.

#vent #ptsd #<- blacklist for when i vent abt shit #ok im gonna stay offline for a little longer now. sorry i needed this out of me 😭

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