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gxbbyhoneybadger · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Predator x reader?

Leads to smut (0u0")

Where he breaks into he readers house/apartment for safety, he looks around and his heat sensors pick up the readers body heat.. He notices she's mostly defenseless but searchers her for weapons.. in the process he's touching her everywhere then leaves. he comes back a few nights later to see her and then BOOM SMUTTY SMUT!

This. . . This is just amazing! Ofc, and enjoy the treat. I'm gonna use Scar boy from AvP, he's my favorite Yautja out of them all heheheh. This is also my first monster/predator smut so. . . Please do be gentle with the comments if u don't approve 🥹

A/n: the Yautjas can roughly speak human languages, I'm using this from the end scene of Predator (1987) movie. I'll give them a reason to speak as well, don't worry. There's a plot for that lol.

Mission XXXIV-XXXV

Pairing: !Yautja!Scar x !F!Shy!Reader

Summary: After making an escape from the Alien Queen, Scar manages to hide away within an empty home—not knowing who was still there and wide awake. After finding and searching the shy human to make sure that she was no threat, she was rather aroused by the strange creature's lingering touches. When he leaves, he can't get the woman out of his mind, causing the Yautja to run back to where she was just a few nights later to finish what he had unintentionally started.

Warnings: Blood and gore, death, adult language, eventual smut, gentle sex (Scar a horny mf but he's a gentle giant imo), size kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it folks), fluff, anonymous ending.

Part 2

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

Many things happen for a reason, times of events line up for destruction or something wonderful. Not right now apparently, not for Scar. This was destruction, he wiped out the rampant Xenomorph younglings, now the Queen was left. She was raging with fury as she searched for the few Yautjas who were hiding and planning their ways to kill the unforgiving creature.

Scar was wounded—bleeding out the neon green substance from his left shoulder. He shouldn't have let his guard down, he could've spotted that one Xenomorph that leapt at him. At least he made it out alive, he'll make it back to his planet soon. He entered a home, it was dark but he used his mask to read the room. Everything was clear, before he saw the acidic burn on a book that fell onto the floor from the fallen bookshelf.

His guard was already on high alert, his weapon at hand as he slowly approached a broken door where he saw a tail of a Xenomorph lying lifeless. It was already dead, he scanned the room once more, this time using the heat sensor built within his mask. He caught the glowing body within the dark kitchen, the lights flickered on by her trembling hand. She seemed to stunned to even react by the giant watching her, her clothes were disheveled, a few cuts on her arms but not too much damage.

She didn't move from her place, still taking in who this was. "You're one of them. . ." She muttered before her eyes moved to the side. Scar followed her gaze and saw one of his fallen brothers dead in the corner, impaled through the chest most likely from the Xenomorph itself. His neon green blood coated his stilled chest and the ground beneath him.

". . . I didn't know. . . what to do. . . he tried to. . ." She whispered. Scar looked at the dead alien next, seeing that it's head and neck was severely wounded by one of the Yautjas weapons: A Wrist Scythe.

He looked to her and saw the weapon around her arm that she must've taken from the corpse to defend herself from the Xenomorph. "I-I'm s-so sorry. . ." She mumbled. His mandibles clicked as he lifted his hand and held out his index fingers, slowly circling his wrist—telling her to turn around. She read his silent command and turned around, dropping the Wrist Scythe she held behind her back as she rested her hands against the wall.

Scar scanned her body, reading the wounds she sustained as his large claws grazed over her smaller arms. His entire hand could wrap around her neck if he dare harmed her, but he was simply checking for any hidden weapons she may have carried. Gently letting his hands lower down from the sides of her breasts to her waist and hips, his large hands then clasped over her left thigh. The bridge between his thumb and index finger softly brushed against her sensitive nether regions.

She silently scolded herself to stop thinking about such disgusting thoughts, she didn't even know what this thing was or what was happening. Y/n was a shy person, not really out there in the dating or hookup life. But her thoughts were rather intrusive about this strange being that was touching her.

She felt her face heat up from the unintentional touch, he moved on and checked her other thigh—again, touching her nether regions. Palming around her calf before he stood back up and towered over her frame, his shadow completely swallowed her own. His large mitt held her left shoulder and turned her to face him. She followed his movement and let him scan her body.

He read her vitals and smelled something. . . Something rare for any Yautja to smell from a human, her very own arousal, her vitals showed that her heart was beating erratically, a sign of nervousness while her body heat rose significantly, her pupils widened as she looked away from him. She was healthy and stable, but aroused and nervous around him. Scar stepped back and looked at the fallen Yautja, Y/n slowly slid down the wall and sighed.

". . . Um. . . I. . . I'm Y/n. . . Not that, you'd need to know. . . or anything. . ." She said, Scar looked down at her, his dreadlocks hanging over his shoulders as he tilted his head. His mask translating her words into his own language, his understanding of the human languages and different types were vaguely known to his species. Only a rare few of Yautja elders knew the humans entire lot of languages by memory, no mask needed for translation.

Scar was learning bit by bit each day he spends on earth hunting down worthy opponents, and Bad Bloods. "You're hurt. . ." Her shying voice said, bringing Scar's attention back to her, "Your shoulder is bleeding. . . are. . . are you okay?"

Clicking his mandibles again, he grabbed the items he needed and started to clean his wound and patch it up. Y/n grunted as she stood up and wandered towards the dead Xenomorph, she watched it, lightly kicking it's leg to see if it really was dead. . . which it was.

After he finished patching his injury when he saw Y/n standing by the body. It twitched just a little bit caused her to jump back and squeak with fear, making Scar's mandibles click in a chuckling way at her reaction. She growled and kicked the body before looking at Scar who was checking outside for any sign of the Queen nearby. The coast was clear and he turned to pick up his fallen brother's body.

"W-Wait!" She gasped when he walked out of the door, he paused in his step and glanced at her as she stumbled out of her house while watching him with a tiny glimmer of appreciation. ". . . D-Do you have a name?" She asked him.

Scar didn't say or do anything as a response, he looked away and continued to walk away, leaving the girl alone.

~Three Days Later~

He couldn't stop thinking about her voice, her eyes, the shy voice and her smell. He refused to go back to her for three days, for those three days he still couldn't stop thinking about her. Her bravery to take on a Xenomorph, one that even a Yautja couldn't defeat.

His species never mated for life, they simply procreated to reproduce for their species. To grow more warriors for more hunts, their mating wasn't loving either. The females were known to be rough and quite deadly with the males, just making it out alive and injured was considered lucky after their mating.

But after that, they'd go their separate ways. Mating with others and every four hundred days, they'd all mate again for reproduction. But here was a Yautja, searching for the same female he had ran into by accident, a female who wasn't even a part of his species, no, of course, she was human. A species that was noteworthy of being their opponents to hunt and kill, perhaps even ally with.

But something. . . Something shined from this human, and it wasn't because of the thermal scan. This human, this female human of the human race killed a Xenomorph when one of his kind failed to do so. She wasn't a regular human, she was a warrior.

Scar quietly remained perched up in a tree as his scanners searched her house. The damaged parts of the house were cleaned up and repaired over the days, the light in her bedroom was the only thing on. There he saw her exit the restroom, wearing nothing but a towel around her body as she brushed through her semi-dried hair. She seemed low and lonely as she sat on her bed, not even hearing the camouflaged Predator entering her home.

~Y/n pov~

I turned and looked at my folded clothes to wear; it's been three days, whoever that creature was isn't coming back. I already know that's the truth, but it's so hard to accept. For those three days, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Those large hands, the claws, those dreadlocks and his large abs lining his abdomen. Fishnets on his legs, his large build, his tall height.

He couldn't be just six feet, he had to be close to seven at least. I felt stupid when I remembered how I touched myself last night, thinking about him in such erotic ways. I don't even know what he was or who he was, and yet there I was—finger fucking myself over him.

He didn't even answer me or anything, I don't even know if he had a name. I was more pissed off at myself as I stood to grab my clothes, I opened my shirt and sighed as I turned around. Gasping as I dropped the piece of clothing when my eyes landed on the behemoth in front of me. Him. . . It was him! He was here. . .

He was back. . . But. . . why? Shit, what is he going to do? Kill me? Finish whatever job he had to be here? He stepped forward and I couldn't move, I was either scared or really brave to face this giant. . . I highly doubt that I was brave, I was just petrified. I saw him raise his hand at me, was he going to strangle me? Break my neck? I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, maybe he'll make it quick.

But that anticipation was for nothing, I slightly gasped when his claw dragged against my cheekbone. I opened my eyes to see his fingers gentle caressing my skin with care, it really showed me how truly big he was. His hand could cover my entire face, I looked up at his metal covered mask, those dreadlocks were out of this world. Hesitance drowned my confidence as I lifted my hand towards him, slowly and steadily.

He didn't move or growl, that was a good sign. . . right?

I let the tip of my index finger brush one of his dreadlocks, he seemed to have shuddered from the contact. I moved my hand—thinking I did something to cause him discomfort, but that was debunked when his hand held my much smaller wrist. He brought it up to encircle one of his dreadlocks, it felt smooth, rubbery almost, fake to the touch. But it was real nonetheless.

"Y-You're back. . . Why did you come back?" I asked him with a stutter lining my words. I heard the familiar clicking come from behind his mask, I didn't understand what he was saying but I saw his hand lift towards the tubes connected to the side of his mask before pulling them out. A hiss of air was heard when his hand lifted the disguise.

I didn't know what to think when I saw his face, those large mandibles, sharp pointed teeth, sharp and deadly eyes. Never in my life have I seen a creature like him, this was an extraterrestrial level. Forget E.T, this guy definitely takes the cake. I lifted my hand and grazed my finger over his lower jaw mandibles, they clicked and spread open to reveal his teeth within.

I couldn't stop looking at him, but when I did I glanced at the towel I was wearing. My heart rate picked up as I argued back in forth in my head. What if this is truly the last time I ever see him? He'll be gone, what if he forgets about me? This is my only chance, I've never done this before, but this'll be one hell of a first time story for anyone to hear.

I closed my eyes and gulped before bringing my hand towards my towel, I looked back at the creature before pulling the cloth loose—feeling it fall down to my ankles and the cool air breeze across my bare breasts. I shuddered as the coolness, but kept my eyes on his. His clicking grew to a low growl, almost like a warning sign.

Did I read the signs wrong-? oh fuck! I can't even get a regular guy and here I am, not even getting a damn alien or whatever he was to—"Bee-U-Tiff-all. . ." His semi-audible voice growled out. I gasped at the wonder of his voice, it sounded like he tried to put the words together correctly, but with struggle of course. I grew a light smile as I placed my hand on his chest.

"I don't know. . . if you can understand what I'm saying but: you. . . are the most amazing thing I've ever seen walk the earth. . ." I said to him. His large calloused hand slithered up my arm and towards my neck, his thumb gently pushed my chin to look up at him. His large head tilted to the side as he used his unintelligible clicking to communicate to me.

"I don't understand what you're saying. . . But if you mean. . ." I glanced at my bed then back at him, I took his hand and led him near it before I let him go, crawling backwards on the bed and watched him, "If I'm misinterpreting whatever you're trying to say. . . Then I'm sorry. . . But if I'm right. . . Then can you. . . be gentle? I-I've never. . . did this." I mumbled awkwardly.

He seemed to have understood that rather quickly when he held my ankle and lifted it, like he was examining my skin before he rested his knee on the bed. Pulling me closer and spreading my legs, I whimpered at my exposed place. He's ten times my size, yet he's being gentle as he could be. Maybe this will feel good like my friends say.

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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not good! Oh fuck! I was laying on my stomach, my ass was perched up and this thing was hovering over my back while his unnatural massive cock was prodding at my unexplored entrance. His hands were locked on my waist as he rubbed himself against me, I mewled from the sensation, it was some sort of friction for me.

He was so big, I was terrified on how he'll even make it fit inside of me. I'll barely get the tip in alone! Without warning me, he turned me over on my back again and knelt on the ground. He held my thighs open before letting his forked tongue run over my clit—there I gasped as I clenched the bedsheets.

"Ah!" I moaned, it was a strange feeling, but it felt good. I heard his growling rumbling within his chest as his hands squeezed my thighs. I wanted to touch him, but I wasn't sure of what he was comfortable with so I kept my hands to myself. I felt his mandibles slightly dif into my pelvic area as his lower ones cupped the backs of my rear, his tongue then slithered inside of my glistening petals and through my cunt.

My legs started to shake when his tongue flickered over my clit as he started to tease my labia. I felt my sweat beginning to form over my chest and forehead, I started to feel the tightening string building inside of me. He fully plunged his tongue deeper inside of me and struck the cord—my back lifting off the bed as I bit my hand to not moan out loud. With trembling legs and the flash of white blurring my vision, I didn't even see or feel him turn me back over on my stomach.

But I did feel that initial sting when his cock pushed into me, I used my pillow to squeal into as he added more pressure. Slowly but surely breaking through my hymen, my tears started to sting my eyes as his hands pushed down my shoulder—making my chest lay flat on the bed as I endured it.

His cock was large, too large, it filled me up as he started to slowly thrust, each thrust made his length dig deeper inside of me. I choked on my whimper as he slammed against my cervix, "FUCK!" I screamed out. He remained still and lowly purred beside my head, not moving and letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. My knuckles turned white as I clenched the sheets, I whined when he slightly moved. He was growling while letting his hands touch my body, I felt his dreadlocks drag across my skin.

After a minute or so, he slowly pulled back and pushed forward. Filling me again, he surely reached the deepest parts of me. Mewls and gasps came from me as he continued with his slow motions, rolling his hips into me and growling, letting out snarls and purrs as he clenched my hips—his claws digging into my skin to resist the urge to go faster. I appreciated the thought, but was terrified if he did let loose on me.

"Ah, Ngh! K-keep goi-NG!" I moaned while hugging my pillow with tears. I felt my sweat beginning to coat my forehead and my back, I felt him lower down and lick the shell of my ear with his forked tongue. A whimper flowed from my lips when he picked up the pace just a bit, I could feel his balls hitting my clit just right. They were so big slapping against me; I choked on my air when he pulled me up on his chest.

He hugged my waist and started to thrust into me again, I reached towards one of his locks and brought it to my lips to kiss. He roared and started to grope my breasts while thrusting quicker, each thrust was heavy and deep. His scale like arms held me tight, his claws tracing over my nipples as his mandibles clicked right next to my ear.

My body felt like it was going to split in half from his cock, I was shocked by my moaning and my begging for more of him. I held his arm while I shut my eyes to enjoy this overriding pleasure, my orgasm was approaching as he continued to grind against me. He laid me down again and snarled—digging his nails into my flesh as he restrained himself, I bit the pillow and squealed when the ball tightening within me snapped.

My back arched as I pushed against him, moaning as I felt my desire squirt out of me. That white bliss glossed over my vision, leaving small black dots to see as he continued to grind against me. He didn't stop, his thrusting grew more intense as he clawed at the sheets to avoid harming me—I covered my ears when he roared out. Then gasping when he finished inside of me.

It felt warm, and thick—I could feel his thick desire coating the walls of my uterus and filling my cunt to the brim. His dreadlocks were dragging over my shoulders as he slowly got up from me, I winced feeling him pull out from me. I felt his cum leaking out of me. I felt so tired, drained of all my energy.

His arms gently turned me over, my eyes felt droopy, they started to close when I felt him cover me with a blanket and pick me up before his deep voice growled out, "Sc—aar."

Unaware of where he was taking me. I don't know how long I was out but I was still sleeping. Until I heard more clicking and snarls from other creatures near me.

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snixkers · 2 months

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Superman

Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN! Reader

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT

Hurt/Comfort

For: Anonymous Request

Content Warnings: Hostage situation, reader held at gunpoint, unsub is shot and killed, canon level violence, heavy kissing, petting, suggestive

Summary: After you're in a hostage situation, Spencer lets you know you can't put yourself in danger like that again.

Author's note: Super happy with the way this turned out! Enjoy!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

It was supposed to be a normal case just like any other, a serial killer loose on the streets of Chicago. The team had assembled a quick profile, but they didn't factor in one thing: a partner.

That's how you ended up in this situation, with the barrel of a gun resting on your temple and the unsub gripping your shoulders as your team tried to negotiate with the man.

He was getting more and more agitated, and his finger was slowly tightening on the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the end, when you heard a gunshot. The unsub fell over behind you, dead.

You turned around to see where the shot came from, your jaw dropping as Spencer lowered his smoking gun and put it back in it's holster.

It's not that you weren't grateful, but you certainly weren't expecting Spencer to take a headshot in a hostage situation. That wasn't the way he did things. He'd provide plenty reasons it was unsafe, complete with alternatives.

Compared to the couple minutes you were being held at gunpoint, the next few hours went by shockingly fast. There was a lot of paperwork and interviews with the local police, but when it was over, you were grateful to get back to the hotel.

You were packing your bags and gathering your things when you heard a few sharp knocks at the door. The peephole revealed it was Spencer, so you opened it for him. He stepped in and closed it behind him, watching you for a few minutes before speaking up.

"You could've died earlier."

You bit your lip, unsure of what he was upset about.

"And you saved me. Thanks, by the way. You're my Superman."

He looked a bit frustrated now, running a hand through his hair. Clearly, your joke only served to agitate him.

"It's not funny. I shouldn't have had to do that. You need to stop putting yourself it danger."

You snorted now. He was a such a hypocrite.

"This job is dangerous."

His eyes softened, and he reached down to take your hand in his. "Please. I'm worried because I might not be able to save you someday."

You nodded, leaning closer and giving him a half-hearted hug.

"I am. I will be. Okay?"

He nodded, his eyes fixed on you for a while before he leaned forward and gave you a kiss.

You quickly returned it, your hand intertwining with his and pulling him closer. He wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and pressing up against you, deepening the kiss as goosebumps grew on the skin he touched.

As shy as he was, his hands sure weren't. He palmed at your chest before trailing his fingers down your body to rest on the curve of your ass. You matched his pace, tugging at his tie, when-

Knock knock

Garcia's cheerful voice broke the silence. "Hotch says to get out or we're leaving without you! That means you too, Reid! I know you're in there!"

The two of you quickly sprang apart, fixing your hair and clothes before looking away from each other. You grabbed your bags, and he went back to his room to grab his, meeting you in the lobby of the hotel.

And throughout the entire ride home on the jet, he kept his eyes on you.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfiction #writers on tumblr #fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid hurt/comfort #reqs open

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fluff-n-cookies · 6 months

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having Hawks as your Body Guard.

it simply came to be like an epiphany from whatever deity lies from above. Body gaurd AU, as always fem reader, reader is 7-3 years old, and shy, hawks is a soft yandere, and Platonic.

Now in this AU Hawks is a body guard for people who need body guarding and since you have a pretty well known and wealthy family in this AU you are considered to be a prime target for well, bad people, ya' know?

anyway so hawks recently gets a call to be a body guard for your family now hawks is okay with this but the problem is when he realizes HE IS TAKING CARE OF YOU.

like your this tiny little thing that doesn't even speak that much how is he going to survive taking care of you EVERY DAY?

it just so BORING.

but hey, they pay well. (and he hears that the family's main body guard is Endeavor so there's that too)

so he gets there, standard procedure, nothing too interesting getting the names of his ward, where he'll be taking you etc.

and then he actually meets you and boring stuff happens, he tries to talk to you and then talk to Endeavor but being a child and a shy one at that you're not someone who he'd call fun.

he picks you up from your school, drives you to your house, another person's house (your moms friend) house, doctor appointment, barricades you from other people you know the drill.

it probably isn't until you're in danger that he actually starts to care. I'm guessing burglar that tries to hold you hostage.

because something inside him just clicks.

he suddenly has his feeling of unease and discomfort when he doesn't know where you are and when you're not by his side.

Mama Bird mode is activated.

he also finds that he wants to interact with you more, and gets closer to you. as in helping fix your hair, playing with you and then helping you clean up, and wanting to just really interact with you more.

has you hold his hand and lead the way to all your favorite places and he eyes everyone else to see if they're a threat.

since you're so shy, Keigo takes it upon himself to answer the questions you didn't even ask, alike you could be at the zoo, and eye a random animal for too long and he'll be spitting facts all like "did you know that Butterflies can taste with their feet, using something called Chemoreceptors that help them to identify plants! cool right?" and stare at it for even longer and he's buying you a plushie, it's over, you are getting that plushie!

and when your family is out in public he just kinda

and it's so fucking funny, he just barricades you so much the media doesn't have a single photo of you that your parents have not posted. and Keigo anonymously keeps reporting it so they take those posts down, HE CANNOT HAVE ANYONE ELSE HAVE YOU YOU"RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD.

oh my god, if you talk to him more than you normally would with anyone else, he can and will look so damn smug, he loves the fact that not even your Parents have what you have with him.

at some point Mama Bird mode is Elevated, he just can't take it anymore, he fucking applies to be a nanny.

I'll write for endeavor and miruko in this Au on monday and tuesday respectively maybe a little before that if I'm too impatient.

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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lawnol

lawnol [ˈlaw.nol] n. great joy

Anonymous Request: can we get some neteyam being an absolute simp and the girl just being completely oblivious so he thinks she doesn’t like him so he starts ranting about how he was dumb for thinking she would like him back and she just shuts him up with a kiss and he just gets super shy but happy :)

Neteyam is absolutely infatuated with you, and hates that you don't feel the same way - especially when he hears another has asked for your hand.

634 words.

Lo'ak rolls his eyes at his older brother. "Dude, relax," he said, probably for the 100th time. "I'm instituting a ban on talking about Y/N."

Neteyam glares at him. "Shut up, Lo'ak."

The brothers are returning home a long day of hunting, during which Neteyam had brought Y/N up no less than 20 times.

"Y/N uses her bow like this, Y/N was smiling at Marek yesterday, do you think she likes him? Y/N will like a meal prepared with this," Lo'ak says, taunting his brother. "Just tell her how you feel! We all know she's great. You don't have to tell us every day."

Neteyam growels, but doesn't reply. How is it his fault that everything reminded him of her? She is all he can ever think about.

Just outside their home, Lo'ak stops, grabbing Neteyam by the shoulder. "I've been trying to tell you this all day, bro, but... you really do need to tell her how you feel. Marek asked her father for permission. I think she's considering it."

Neteyam's eyes widen in shock and he straightens his stance, as if to intimidate Marek, who is nowhere nearby.

Thrusting his bow into his brother's hands, he turns and runs.

I kneel before the Tree of Souls, asking the Great Mother for guidance, for protection over my family, and thanking her for all she had provided us.

"Help me, Great Mother," I say. "Look into my memories. Tell me what to do."

"Got a big decision to make?"

I turn to see Neteyam approaching, out of breath as if he had just ran for many hours. I remove my queue from the Tree, and stand up.

"Just, asking for help," I reply with a shrug. "Are you okay, Neteyam?" He was sweaty, and breathless, and looked just a little bit panicked.

"Yes," he says, with a small half smile, which quickly disappears. "No, actually. Are you to be mated with Marek?"

"Marek?"

"I feel so stupid, Y/N. I waited too long to tell you how I feel. Do you know you are all I talk about? My family has to tell me to stop talking about you, but I can't. Every single thing I see or experience makes me think of you, because every time we aren't together, even if I just saw you moments ago, I miss you and wish you were with me.

"When I open my eyes in the morning, I think of you, and I dream of you at night. I am hopelessly in love with you, and I am so stupid for thinking you could feel the same, or... or that I could wait around, and someone else would not make you theirs. I've missed my chance, and-"

Thinking of no other way to possibly get him to stop talking, I step forward and press a kiss to his lips, having to stand on my tip toes to do so. It's quick, but firm, and when I pull away, he is most certainly stunned speechless.

"I am not to be mated with Marek. He has no interest in me. I believe he has eyes on Smon."

A blush crosses Neteyam's cheek, and I am unable to hide my giddy laughter.

"You are stupid, Neteyam, for not seeing how I have felt about you all this time. And for falling for a lie that I am guessing Lo'ak told you. But you are not stupid for loving me. That is... my greatest joy."

Neteyam reaches up, rubbing his thumb across my cheek. "My Lawnol," he whispers, and we share a smile. "May I kiss you again?"

"Any time you want to," I tell him, and the smile that spreads across his face is beautiful enough to make my heart nearly stop.

My Lawnol.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #avatar 2 #avatar twow

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holybibly · 1 month

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Yesterday I was talking to one of my bunnies and we had a very interesting discussion. Remembering San's life with the famous search for "fan fiction", I thought: what if someone from Ateez could be one of my anonymous bunnies?

So here we are. Which member do you most resemble, bunny? Tell me in the comments. I'm interested.

Ateez as bannies in Holy Bibly blog

Seonghwa - Mommy's most obedient bunny ♥ First one to find the blog ♥ Totally under the spell of atmosphere ♥ Wants to call me Mommy ♥ Totally shameless but extremely obedient ♥ Wants to be called only "Good Boy/Sugar Bunny" ♥ Always asks permission before touching himself: "I've been a good mommy, can I play with myself?" ♥ Gets bored and needy if there are no answers from me ♥ Favourite AU! - Submissive idol, Mommy Hwa, bunny/kitten hybrid, househusband ♥ If he doesn't get attention, he goes a little crazy ♥ Every day he asks me how I'm doing and shows a lot of concern for me. ♥ Biting his lips and whimpering when he sees my answers ♥ Favourite ff - ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 ♥ A passionate desire to be the most loved bunny in the world ♥ A slut for compliments ♥ Uses his cute little bunny toy to rub his pretty cock all over it ♥ Silk pajamas and sweets ♥ A blushing, aching mess ♥ Soft NSFW Links ♥ "I'll be always belong to you, Mommy" ♥ He prides himself on being the most beloved bunny. ♥ He's jealous but doesn't show it because he doesn't want to upset me. ♥ When he touches himself, he moans and whimpers. ♥ Absolutely precious boy ♥ Writes tender vulgar messages in DMs ♥ He puts his fingers in his mouth, drools on them and rolls his eyes. ♥ Always asks for permission before he cum: "Please, Mommy, can I cum now? I've been such a good little bunny for you." ♥ Checking my blog is the first thing he does when he wakes up. ♥ In general, he really wants to be pampered and to be adored.

San - Shy and gentle / toxic bunny ♥ He found out about the blog by chance. He saw a message about the new post on Hwa's phone. ♥ At first he was terribly embarrassed by all the things. But then he became too addicted. ♥ He calls me My Lady, but secretly he yearns to call me Mommy. ♥ The only time he checks the blog is at night, when he is alone. ♥ He is too quick to be turned on by even the most innocent of messages. It just does things for him. ♥ Too shy to send a request, but would really like to do so. ♥ Wants to be called "Kitten/Handsome Boy", but secretly goes by "Sir". ♥ He is jealous and wants to have my full attention. ♥ Favourite AU! - Kitten Hybrid, Royal, Striptease/Sex Work, Professor Choi ♥ Licks his lips all the time during reading ♥ Bites his shirt so Mingi and Seonghwa can't hear how loud he moans when he jerks off. ♥ The kind of guy who likes to rub his dick all over the sheets ♥ He has a penchant for nipple stimulation. ♥ Favourite ff - ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔜𝔬𝔲 ♥ Discovery of new kinks in himself after reading my work ♥ After several months of keeping quiet, he plucks up the courage to ask request. ♥ Overly excited about Sugar Weekend, but actually his favourite part is Unholy Hours ♥ Generally torn between wanting to be the best kitty and wanting to control me. ♥ One of the most possessive bunnies here. ♥ A bit of a toxic bunny, but very sweet.

Yeosang - lost/curious bunny

♥ Found the blog because Woo couldn't shut up about it. ♥ Confused by all the requests and the frankness of the bunnies ♥ The first few weeks he didn't understand what was going on. ♥ Literally 🧍🏻He even had to ask Hwa about it. He got a detailed lecture with a demonstration of the materials. ♥ The more he reads, the more addicted he is to it. ♥ He've set up notifications to alert him to new posts so he doesn't miss anything. ♥ He giggles and kicks his legs like a schoolgirl when he reads my replies to the other bunnies. ♥ Gentle baby. ♥ Favourite AU! - Heavy Dom Yeosang, Toxic Boyfriend, Sugar Baby. ♥ Calls me "Miss" or "My Queen". ♥ A very polite bunny who keeps asking me how I'm doing: "My Queen, are you looking after yourself well? You need to drink a lot of water and take vitamins". ♥ Really excited about Yeosang Unni - this is his Roman Empire. ♥ He masturbates in the shower and thinks about all my works. ♥ Each time he remembers the request for a bunny and a shower head. ♥ Moaning in a low and deep voice - "velvet moaning", his favourite phrase. ♥ Wants to be brave and send a request for the Unholy Hour. But doesn't know how to do it properly. ♥ An exquisite bunny with an elegant taste. ♥ He is a little puffy due to the amount of work about him, but he is waiting for Pastor Yeosang and is literally counting the hours until the publication. ♥ Because he wants to have an intimate relationship with me, he doesn't want to discuss it with others. ♥ He loves to be called "My love"

Hongjoong - cheeky/slutty bunny ♥ Finds out about the blog through Hwa. He talks about it all the time, bragging left and right about all the attention he gets from me. Also because of Wooyoung and Mingi's fight over the position of my favorite bunny. ♥ He immediately jumps on the topic. ♥ He has no shame "I'm good in all position" ♥ He boldly communicates with other bunnies, replies to comments and starts whole threads. ♥ No requests, he will write to me in DM right away. ♥ Favourite FF - 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ♥ Sneaks around on web sites looking for new fur coats ♥ Wants me to call him "Daddy" when he calls me "Mommy". ♥ Attention eater ♥ Maddening jealous: "I just want you to think about me all the time. I'm your favourite bunny." ♥ When tired or upset, comes to talk about his day. ♥ Won't shut up about the results of the voting for a "gift" fic: "You know I'm better than Mingi, right?" ♥ Creates his own sex playlist. ♥ Fan of NSFW Links ♥ Jerks off late at night in his studio. Also likes to touch himself in the shower. ♥ Saves his favourite parts of ff in a separate file. ♥ A moaning mess. ♥ Sometimes forgets his cocky behaviour and asks me to look after him. ♥ All in all very gentle and needy. ♥ Loves to be intimate. ♥ Reading works about Hwa on the sly: "That's my boy" - heartly. ♥ Likes to have conversations with me about kinks. ♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Wolf/Leopard Hybrids, Dilf, Pirate King, CEO

Wooyoung - needy/brat bunny ♥ Found out about the blog by stealing Yeosang's phone. Poor guy choked on his protein shake when he saw Woo looking at the blog. ♥ Totally in love with everything that happens. ♥ Lives and breathes thanks to my work. ♥ Priest Wooyoung is his Roman Empire, rubbing it in everyone's face how fucking hot it was. ♥ He is shameless and open to the point of being impossible. ♥ DM messages 24/7 a day. ♥ He likes to flirt with the other bunnies. ♥ Likes to be called "Good boy / Sweetheart / Foxy". ♥ Will talk about anything and everything in the world. ♥ He deliberately upsets me so that he gets punished: "I've been such a bad bunny, is Mommy going to punish me?" ♥ Loves humiliation. ♥ Calls me "Mommy" in a very horny way. ♥ Spams me with the most depraved requests on a non-stop basis. ♥ Favourite AU! - Fox/Kitten hybrid, sugar baby, toxic boyfriend, religion, sugar daddy (he believes in his potential). ♥ Possesses jealousy: "I can be the only one, can't I?" ♥ Likes to deny himself an orgasm while reading - wants to cum with the characters. ♥ Always horny, so our correspondence tends to be more like a dirty-talking manual. ♥ Comfortably oversized clothes and bulging veins in his forearms. ♥ Favorite FF - 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 ♥ He is incredibly affectionate: "Mommy, do you want me to take care of you? I'm going to behave, I promise". ♥ He will have the audacity to tell me that he masturbates and will ask me to help him with it. ♥ Incredibly loud when he's jerking off. Doesn't care who hears him. Has an amazing time and can't think of anything else. ♥ After a hard day, he loves jerking off in his bed. He takes his time and spreads the pleasure all over the place. Of course, he cum without permission. ♥ "I want to be punished, Mommy".♥ All in all, a soft loverboy.

Yunho - shy/slutty bunny

♥ Finds out about the blog from Hwa. Follows him like a lost puppy until Seonghwa shares the link. ♥ He is a bit shy at first, but he quickly gets involved. ♥ He leaves comments and sends sweet messages to the inbox like an energetic and inspired bunny. ♥ Shy to DM me, but really wants to. ♥ Unholy hours are his thing. ♥ Has a tendency towards corruption kink, size kink, size training. ♥ Yungi is his favourite pairing. ♥ Obediently waits for the second part of BOTH. ♥ Prefers to be called "Pretty boy/Puppy/Sugar bunny". ♥ Calls me "My Lady", but wants to be strong enough to call me "Mistress".♥ Shyly asks for permission to touch himself "May I? Please" ♥ He had no idea how crazy everyone was about his hands until he'd read my work. ♥ Will definitely try putting them in his mouth before mirror to see how that works. ♥ Waiting for new posts like an impatient puppy. ♥ Very excited about the upcoming Priest Yunho fic. Secretly angry about the fact that Wooyoung is the only one who has had his own fic in this series so far. ♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Sub Idol, Yandere, Office, Wolf/Golden Retriever Hybrid ♥ Checks the blog a couple of times a day. ♥ Usually jerks off in the late hours of the night after everyone else has gone to bed. ♥ Cries and pants when he starts playing with himself. ♥ He likes to be overstimulated. He cums at least 3-4 times and brings himself to tears. ♥ He has a fake pussy that he can play with. ♥ "It's so fucking tight, fuck" ♥ He will definitely tell me what he did yesterday evening. ♥ Other than that, he is just a sweet, golden boy.

Mingi - shameless/horny bunny ♥ He found out about the blog when Yunho accidentally spilled the beans about it. ♥ He fell in love immediately and forever. ♥ I'm definitely his favourite. ♥ Loves to read comments, has a big grin on his face all the time. ♥ Very full of himself. ♥ He gets horny too fast and is able to jerk off several times a day. ♥ Calls me "Mistress" in the most perverse manner. ♥ Sends me requests, writes in DMs, and wants my complete and all-consuming attention. ♥ Competing for be favourite bunny on the blog with Seonghwa. ♥ Prefers to be called "Dirty Boy/Fox". ♥ He will definitely write to me in DM to tell me how much he gets turned on by what I write. ♥ Receives a notification every time a new post is made. ♥ "You can put a collar around my neck and strangle me to death, mistress." ♥ He's waiting for a fic about himself as a fox hybrid, he thinks he'd look great with a bushy tail. ♥ DIRTY TALK ♥ He is very possessive: "I would hate to share you with anyone else". ♥ He tests my patience ♥ ℭ𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔶 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔪 is his religion. ♥ Favourite AU! - Pervert Idol, Sugar Daddy, Striptease/Sex Work, Professor Mingi, Vampire. ♥ He likes to stroke his dick while reading, he is in no hurry with the pleasure. ♥ "Are you going to punish me, Mistress? I've been such a naughty boy." ♥ To punish him, I decided to write down the most detailed dirt on him and send it to him at a totally unexpected time. ♥ He bites his lips and moans softly, swearing terribly. ♥ However, he adores me and will never stop complimenting me.

Jongho - innocent/not innocent bunny

♥ He has no idea why his Hyungs are so obsessed with my blog. Figures it all out for himself through the search for my nickname on Tumblr. ♥ Thinks the whole dynamic between me and the bunnies is funny and he smiling all the time. ♥ Slowly becoming addicted. ♥ He is very interested in the Omegaverse and how it all works. ♥ The bunny that asks questions in the inbox. ♥ "What do I have to call you?" "Are there any rules to follow?" "How open can I be with you?" ♥ Sneaky sends requests about himself to the Unholy Hours ♥ 100% enabled new posts notifications ♥ Pisses off all the Hyungs by being friends with me. ♥ He and Yunho are the main gossips in the dorm and have discussions about everything and anything. ♥ A diligent and obedient bunny with a few hidden kinks. ♥ Loves hip riding, choking and spanking, these things makes him horny. ♥ He is having the time of his life. ♥ Favourite AU! - Sugar Daddy, Hard dom, Omegaverse, Idol x Idol ♥ Reads my blog all over the place, as if it were just a news portal. ♥ He is one of the most sociable bunnies, but he is still anonymous. ♥ My stories make him horny and he doesn't like to lose control of himself. ♥ He ends up masturbating in the bathroom, breathing heavily and biting the palm of his hand to stop himself from moaning out loud. ♥ Loves the idea of NSFW links. He secretly saves all the videos on his phone. ♥ Wants to be called "Darling/Sweet". ♥ He is very caring, so he is always on the lookout for my well-being. ♥ He feels very comfortable and has a lot of fun with me. ♥ He blushes like a school girl when I call him "Sugar Bunny"

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candywrithee · 3 months

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*soft yandere themes implied

Imagine being a technically? villain in mlp but they just couldn't stop courting you. Prince Solaris gifting your opposing kingdom gifts to "mend both of your relationship". Prince Artemis giving you the sweetest dreams because even you can't stop him from dreams. Or maybe you can, no one knows.

Prince Caden and (fem)Shinning Armour agreeing with each other to pursue you. After all, two is better than one! You could easily just ruin things in the crystal empire and all they do is shake their heads and softly bringing you away to possibly lock you up as time out.

Dusk Shine and Butterscotch would be so scared to even try without a bit of help. Dusk Shine could definitely willingly try and hand you anonymous gifts. Butterscotch's animals would be scared at first but if you are ever so soft to animals, they wouldn't be after seeing you around them. Doesn't matter if you avoid them, they know you can be soft. They had to drag Butterscotch to talk to you. Bonus points if you can tower over him.

Bubble Berry is very (genuinely) happy around you. You could dumped a whole cake on top of him and he'll just eat it off thinking you want to party with cake. Just imagine the chrysalis and fluffy videos. That's you two.

Applejack is... Trying his greatest with the help of his family that is. The cutie mark crusaders are on the case! He's down bad like his dad with his mum. Like father like son I suppose. Bunny shaped apples and apple desserts all the way.

Elusive is a handful but definitely not shy. Sweetie belle is really struggling with rooting for her brother or for Applejack because of last statement. Elusive gifts you the flashiest things, even ones that doesn't really cover themselves in diamonds. I'm sure you can tolerate his efforts. Ego? 50/50.

Rainbow Blitz, I'll admit is not the best partner candidate. But he's the element of loyalty for a reason. He gets points because of his loyalty to you. He's the athlete boyfriend that wants to show off every second to just impress you. He the one that says "This is for you!" while pointing at you at his every game.

This turns more into a boyfriend thing so let's be mean.

You burn every gifts sent to you, and even slam the door on everyone if they appear in front of your place. You yell at Butterscotch and his animals when they get so overwhelming. You push them harshly that they fall when they get so close. You purposely sabotage them or make them trip like at Rainbow Blitz's.

You can do so much, what's stopping you?

But they're delusional enough to think you have a good soul deep down your dark heart. I mean just look at Stellar Gleam! (Don't feed their fantasies or do, I don't care.)

#x reader #mlp x reader #mlp genderbend #mlp g4 #mlp fim #my little pony #my little pony x reader #my little pony genderbend #genderbend

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vex91 · 7 months

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Kim Hyunjung - Sweet jealousy

Pairing: Kim Hyunjung x Female Reader

Fandom: WJSN

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: G!p Seola x reader in which the reader visits during Queendom shooting and is excited when she meets Loona, especially Heejin. Then Seola gets jealous and punishes the reader.

Summary: Your girlfriend rarely got jealous because of how much she trusted you but she had her moments of it, especially when it involved a certain Loona member.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, G!P Seola, Degradation, Blowjob, Just fucking like what can I tell you guys

A/N: Bro I'm so into Seola lately🤭❤ Thanks for requesting <3

3rd's POV

"Hyunjung, is your girlfriend coming today?" Sojung asked the girl as they took their seats in the main hall at the shooting of Queendom 2. Ever since the shooting began you came over to visit lot but you mostly kept to your girlfriend and WJSN, too shy to even look at other groups that you liked so much, especially a certain group with 12 members. Hyunjung knew how big of a fan you were and she often tried to encourage you to walk up and talk with them but she never managed to succeed so she just accepted that.

Your girlfriend was not the only one always waiting for your visits but the girls also couldn't wait to see you. Being Hyunjung's girlfriend for 3 years made you really close with all of them and you became like their little sister so your presence always brought their moods up, especially during shoots like this that could be very tiring to them. That day you didn't visit at the time you normally would due to something coming up at your work so they were starting to miss you a lot more which was noticeable by everyone there.

At some point other Loona members decided to use this situation to sit down with them and talk more with them to get closer and at that time you finally came "Hi, sorry I'm late today" You said giving Hyunjung a hug first before hugging the rest of the girls and facing the Loona members "N-Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N" You bowed deeply at them, nerves building up in you at the fact that your favorite group was standing in front of you "She's a big fan" At Hyunjung's words Haseul immediately wrapped her arm around you, pulling you to sit down between her and Heejin before the conversation continued but this time with mostly them trying to get to know you more.

At first Hyunjung didn't noticed anything weird going on, she was just happy to see you so happy about interacting with your favorite group but soon she noticed how Heejin's arm often wrapped around you to give you a "friendly hug", how her hand often brushed against your own and how her eyes lingered on you a little too long for her liking. Even her words held a hidden flirty remarks in them and it was obvious that she had a thing for you, well obvious for everyone except you.

No one could really blame Heejin for flirting with you since no one except the WJSN girls knew that you were with Hyunjung but that didn't eased her jealousy at all, in fact it even made it stronger and before she knew it she made up some excuse and dragged you away and into some empty room far from anyone at the set. She pushed your chest against the wall and pressed herself against your back. You could feel her hard on poking your butt as she started grinding against your ass.

"Well look what you did huh? I can't film like that so someone needs to take care of that, good thing I have a slutty girlfriend like you here huh? So ready to take any cock in" She pressed herself on you even harder before turning you around and connecting your lips in an aggressive and messy kiss. Her hand lowered and since you wore a skirt that day she didn't had a hard time and she just pushed your panties to the side to feel you up "So wet already? Is it because of me or Heejin?" She whispered in your ear making shivers go down your spine. You never saw her so angry and possessive before but it excited you.

"F-Fuck... y-you, only y-you" You breathed out as Hyunjung bit your neck lightly "Then prove it to me" She said pushing you down on your knees before unbuckling her pants and freeing her cock. You watched as it sprung out but you didn't had time to admire it before Hyunjung pushed your head to it "There's no time baby, I have a shooting to continue" And with that you let her push her cock inside your mouth. You let her use your mouth however she wanted and she did. She fucked your mouth as if it was only some toy made for her pleasure, not caring about you gagging on it and soon she was cumming down your throat.

Not feeling like letting you off the hook now Hyunjung pushed you back up and bend you over nearest desk before pulling your panties to the side again and slamming her whole length inside you. You moaned loudly causing her to quiet you down with her hand on your mouth "Quiet down" She slapped your ass and continued thrusting into you, every thrust deeper than the last. You were starting to lose your mind over her cock as her hand muffled your every moan. Her mouth covered your whole back and neck in hickeys and you already knew that hoodie was a must if you wanted to go somewhere but you didn't cared much at that moment.

Soon you felt your climax building up and you came all over her cock, with her last thrust Hyunjung emptied herself deep into you as she pulled you closely to her chest, both of you panting and breathing heavily. You tried to enjoy the closeness between you knowing that your girlfriend will have to go to continue work soon but of course her jealousy didn't left her fully yet as she whispered in your ear.

"Wait for me at your apartment, I'll be there as soon as I finish here... gonna make sure you never look at Heejin again without thinking about me"

#vex writes #wjsn x reader #wjsn reactions #kim hyunjung x reader #seola x reader #kim hyunjung #seola #kim hyunjung smut #seola smut #wjsn smut #smut

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fantasydaydreamers · 1 year

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Not-So-Villainous Firsts

Summary: Dating a villain isn't easy, but experiencing those cute first moments with them makes it worth it. From first dates to first kisses...they'll make sure to make you feel special~

Word Count: 1,665

Warnings: None

Author's Note: I've had this in my drafts for a hot minute...I actually don't know why I never posted this. VILLAINS CAN BE SOFT AND CUTE TOO!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki came to your house in the evening with a bouquet of flowers, the hand on his face covering the obvious blush. Villian life kept him busy but he so desperately wanted to make more time for you and show you just how much he cared for you. It made him nervous, to ask you out on a date, but seeing your ecstatic smile made him deem it all worth it.

He had a crush on you for a while and building up the confidence to ask you out took the longest. Not like you made it easy for him. One day you would make flirty comments, and the next act like it never happened. You gave him multiple openings to take and he never followed through until now.

Since he is a villain, he thought long and hard about his options for date ideas. Broad daylight is inconvenient and just lacked common sense.

But damn did he want it to be a special first date.

It wasn't until he was walking along a street one night, scoping out an empty building for potential future use when a scattered flyer hit him in the face. Almost turning it into ashes, the word 'carnival' caught his eye and a lightbulb went off in his head.

"(Y/n)?" Shigaraki said your name quietly, sitting next to you on the couch.

"Hm?" You were currently rubbing moisturizer into his arms and hands, trying to help him fix his dry skin problem.

"Are you free this Friday?"

You glanced up and noticed he wasn't even looking at you, his voice wavering the tiniest bit. You bit back a smile that so desperately wanted to show. Finally. Finally! "Yes, I'm free."

"....Good. I'll be here to pick you up around six"

From there, Shigaraki made sure to send an anonymous note to the carnival threatening them to keep it open until late unless there would be no carnival in the morning.

You don't know that though and you were oblivious to the paranoid workers that worked the rides until late into the night, their eyes constantly looking around.

"Ooh~ let's go up there!," you point up to the ferris wheel, dragging a shy Shigaraki along by his wrist.

The worker at the ferris wheel barely even looked at the two of you, Shigaraki being thankful that you were excited so it didn't raise suspicion.

The both of you settled in the two-seat carriage, you snuggling closer to Shigaraki as he gripped the bar securing you two in with four sweaty fingers.

"I had a really fun time tonight," you snuggle closer to Shigaraki as the ride started.

"Y-yeah."

Shigaraki's voice was trembling and you wanted to 'awh' at how cute he sounded. The view of the carnival was coming into view as you two reached the top, the ride slowing to a stop as other people were getting off.

You turn towards Shigaraki with an eyebrow raised in expectation.

"D-don't do that, (Y/n)," he said, a blush covering his face cutely. "I can't handle it."

"Handle what?" You shyly respond, lowering your eyes as you meet his gaze.

Shigaraki inched closer, his eyes also lowering as you closed yours completely, waiting.

His face was bright red now, observing you for a second as you waited for him, unguarded with your eyes closed, completely trusting and open.

His heart pounded hard against his chest as he committed the sight to memory and closed the remaining distance.

Your first kiss with him was shared on top of the ferris wheel, a warm summer breeze washing over you two as your lips moved together.

The carnival ended up staying open all night.

Dabi

Dabi was a confident man when he asked you out, already knowing you had the hots for him but still, a part of him was nervous. He didn't date, obviously, mostly known for hooking up or one-night-stands whenever he felt like it. Dabi was busy helping the League and just never felt like he had the time or energy to put into a relationship.

Until you came along.

You were the first person that ever made him do a double-take and pique his interest. The way you had conversed with him like a normal human being instead of who he was made him highly suspicious at first. Why would he be blessed with an angel like you? He felt undeserving at first, making a mental note to not treat you like his past hook-ups because he knows a good one when he sees it.

He tells himself that, but something inside of him changed after meeting you. He felt softer and although that bothered him at first, you showed him a patience and kindness he never thought existed.

Dabi had walked you home one night and asked you if you were free the next night.

"No, I think I'm going to my side-dudes house. How about this weekend?" You turn to him in all seriousness, trying not to laugh at his dead-faced expression.

"Very funny. I'll be here at eight."

"Why so late?!" You ask his retreating back, whining even though your heart was racing.

"You'll see."

Dabi picked you up one night and took you out on the town. He brought you to small street areas filled with food vendors, people coming together to party with music blasting and laughter filling the air. It was a classic city boy move, but you didn't mind. He was a villain after all so he had to be careful not to be in daylight as much, so...this was the only thing he could think of.

You two had walked up to different stalls, trying different foods, and talked while walking through the city. It felt so comforting to be around him, considering he was one of the most wanted villains in the world.

"I honestly thought you were going to take me on one of your little schemes," you admit, drinking from your frozen strawberry lemonade.

Dabi side-eyed you while chewing on some teriyaki chicken. "Why would I get you involved in that? I don't want you to get hurt."

Your chest warmed and you smiled, bumping into his shoulder playfully. "I'm a tough girl! I think I can handle a bit of danger." Puffing out your chest, you purse your lips proudly.

The next thing you knew, Dabi was pulling you into an alley.

"Oh? Can you?"

His words were huskier as he had moved close in your space, starring you down. His blue irises were mesmerizing, pulling you into his gravitational pull. You didn't even realize you were leaning in, failing to notice the small teasing smirk on his lips. Dabi shuffled back a bit and that's what broke you out of your trace. Embarrassment flooded your face, as you also pulled back, flattening out against the wall.

Adverting your gaze, you try to walk away until his arm comes up, hand pressing against the wall as he blocks your exit.

"You didn't answer my question."

Reluctantly, you turn back to him, still seeing that annoying taunting smirk.

"Apparently not you assh-"

Your first kiss with him was shared in an alleyway with blue, pink, and purple neon lights illuminating you two. Although you gave him a bit of attitude, it was nothing he couldn't handle, and most of the time you gave off such a sweet and innocent vibe. Your innocent eyes gazed into his completely trusting and unguarded which just...did something to him.

The kiss was gentle and breathtaking. When his lips met yours, the sound of laughing party-goers passing by the alley entrance and one of the neon signs flickering would stay vividly in your memories.

"Wow..." He had breathed out unknowingly. Your innocence and trust captured his heart that night. From his experience, he developed the pet name "dollface" because of your innocence.

Overhaul

He was never a sociable person so when he even remotely started feeling something for you, he hated it.

It took him a while to warm up to the idea of being in a relationship, but once he did, he turned into the softest man ever.

Chisaki had taken you star-gazing. Same as the other villains, he had wanted to keep a low profile, for your safety and his. He had taken you to the outskirts of the city where the lights wouldn't impact your view of the stars and he had even packed a little picnic and blankets. This surprised you greatly because...a secret romantic? Chisaki?

It happened to get chilly tonight and you had only worn a t-shirt, and as cliché as it was, Chisaki was taking off his leather jacket for you to wear. A slight blush appeared on his face when you put his jacket on, snuggling closer to him while gazing up at the stars.

He was watching you more than the sky.

"Oh look!" You pointed to the sky. "A shooting star!" You gasp as you watch it travel across the sky.

"Mhm.." Chisaki mumbled still staring at you.

Your eyes were so wide and filled with wonder he swore he saw the shooting star reflect in your eyes. "What did you wish for?" You had asked excitedly, turning to him only to see he was already staring at you intently.

He slightly blushed again because he got caught. If you ever dared to bring it up, he would deny it and say it was dark and that you're an idiot while blushing AGAIN and turning away "So?" You had asked again, deciding to not call him out on how cute he was being.

"What?" He asked still staring at you but now on your lips.

"I said what did you wi-" You were cut off by a pair of lips against your own. Giving in to the kiss, you leaned into him. It was soft and gentle like Chiskai was scared to do any more than that.

Unbeknownst to both of you, another shooting star flew by.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #overhaul x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagine #bnha imagine #chisaki overhaul #touya x reader #shigaraki tomura

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mysteryshoptls · 8 months

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SSR Lilia Vanrouge - Beach Wear Voice Lines

When Summoned: It's summer! It's the beach! It's an uninhabited island～! We're going to have a blast on this little vacation, Stitch! (Stitch: Wheee!)

Summon Line: I can't believe I've gotten the awesome privilege of having such a fun encounter on this strange island. My excitement just won't go away.

Groooovy!!: Let's go, Stitch! We'll rule this summer! (Stitch: Yay!)

Home: Onwards towards the beach, Stitch! (Stitch: Oooh!)

Swap Looks: Even in summer I'm cute, don'tcha think?

Home Idle 1: I didn't expect him to be able to bring down a palm tree with one hit... Kufufu, Stitch is quite the rascal.

Home Idle 2: There's kayaking, beach volleyball, and scuba diving... Ah, whatever shall I do? There's far too much I want to do while here on this island.

Home Idle 3: Riddle has a tendency of being much too serious. Spending some time away from everything on this uninhabited island may do him some good.

Home Idle - Login: One must have the courage to enjoy yourself, especially when in a crisis such as this. See, Stitch agrees with me. (Stitch: Rock and Roll!)

Home Idle - Groovy: That Gantu fellow seems like he's real uptight. We're all out here on the beach during summer, we should all be enjoying ourselves!

Home Tap 1: Stitch is a really cute fellow. I find it so soothing to just look into his large, round eyes, and admire those stunning teeth... Ah, he just bit me!

Home Tap 2: Once, while travelling in a tropical country, I became entangled with some troublesome fellows. And let me tell you, they looked exactly like how Azul is dressed right now.

Home Tap 3: Don't you think my super summer style is slammin'? Come, come, don't be so shy, take a good look at me.

Home Tap 4: Ace and I played a game of Beach Flags just a bit ago. The result? Of course, it ended with my absolute victory.

Home Tap 5: I see there are frogs and lizards here, so we should be good on sustenance. What, you don't want to eat those? It's not good to be picky like that, you know.

Home Tap - Groovy: I never thought I'd ever be able to enjoy summer on the beach like this… But thanks to that strange book, I was able to have a wonderful experience.

Duo: [LILIA]: Ace, we'll bang this out and beat 'em all up! [ACE]: Lilia-senpai, ooh, you tryin' out my catchphrase?

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #ace trappola #twst lilia #twst ace #twst translation #twst lost in the book with stitch #mention: stitch #mention: riddle #mention: azul #mention: ace

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princemick · 10 months

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TUMBLR F1BLR RULES!!!

hi, hello and welcome, we've seen what's been happening to twitter and we welcome you to our little corner.

there are however some things that differ from Twitter to Tumblr and so we have some different rules and behaviour then you might be used to!! I'm gonna try to explain them to you in this post! everything is below the tab!

reblog reblog reblog!!! likes do absolutely nothing, and your blog 'aestetic' in reblogs doesn't really matter unless you're a specific aesthetic blog, reblog are the way people see the content. likes are private! so remember to reblog the stuff you see and like!

DO NOT STEAL GIFS/GRAPHICS I WILL COME AFTER YOU!!! always ask if you can use a gif an then ALWAYS CREDIT properly

shipping is, prevalent. shipping even rpf is ingrained into tumblrs culture on every side of it if you dont like it thats a you thing, you can 'blacklist' tags so just add 'rpf' or the shipnames to them and you should be good!

continuing with that idea, curate your own experience is the most important thing on this site, blocking and blacklisting is normal and very much allowed and welcomed. almost no one is going to change how they do or act around here for one person, just unfollow or blacklist.

but do NOT put long posts or x reader fics, anything in the main tag without putting it under a 'read more' tab people will get annoyed by you

followers dont matter!!! no one CARESSS about basically anything this site is wonderfully anonymous and we can't see how many followers anyone has so genuinely no one gives a shit do whatever you want

remember to trigger tag and unlike twitter spell it out completely! so when a crash happens or is talked about make sure to tag it 'tw crash' even with reblogs!! also remember to tag when you're being negative about a driver as 'anti *insert first name*' never do full name then it will show up in their tags which defeats the purpose of anti tagging.

adding to that, use tags! they're one of the best tumblr features its free to be overenthusiastic and excited in the tags BUT the blog you can reblog it from AND the op can also read those tags so keep that in mind!!

be nice! this shud be a given, be nice, let people do their thing and vibe, just support people and block when u you dont vibe with them! when you do wanna send hate asks do it off anon, dont be shy do it on main

and things arnt 'weird' in the same way they are on twitter, this place has no drivers and no public figures so shame is a lot less existent here, you have to get used to that

and lastly as quoted by my anon 'Don't be afraid to be funny or weird be thirsty on main ship the middle aged man no one cares.'

and most of all. HAVE FUN!!! dont be scared to ask people how things work most of us are very okay with answering 'dumb' questions a lot of us have been here for about a decade we know its a confusing platform please ask away!

#kyle.txt #f1 #formula 1 #f1blr

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undying-love · 1 month

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Hi, I'm a fan of you, your posts here and how and what you write about McLennon. I'd like to know when you became a fan of the Beatles and how did you end up here. How and when did you become a shipper/truther. I am too, sh't I'm deep in. And ofcourse it'd be interesting to know your views on this messed up ship. I especially like that you, like me, see that it wasn't one sided. I'm totally crazy about them, The Beatles, solo/post Beatle and Well, I truly love all four of them, but because I'm really a Ringo fan girl, I adore him to this day, he's so handsome still and lovely, in his very Ringo way I understand why they ll got along with him so well but that's why I haven't noticed this I think, but now I'm obsessed and I can't unsee it even if I try. I'm still quite bit shy about it so that's why I write anonymously If you don't wanna answer I understand and it's ok. I'm still a fan!

Hello there <3! Thanks for your question! I actually became a Beatles fan back in 2022. After I got into their music, I also became obsessed with their history and began researching a lot about how the band started, how they developed, and how they ended. But the thing was that I never really understood their whole breaukup thing. I always felt like there had to be more to their story than they were telling us. I saw an interview where they asked Paul about this, and he replied, "We had to find women, which we all sort of did." And I was like, What the hell is he talking about? (He also seemed a bit uneasy when answering the question). Then I read that John got married a week after Paul did, and I found that very odd. Then I watched Get Back, and their chemistry onscreen was shocking. The way they would look at each other, the inside jokes, the flirting, and the, "it's like you and me are lovers" bit all made me think that there must have been something going on between these two. Then I read some excerpts from Philip Norman's book, John Lennon: The Life, which confirmed that John was indeed attracted to Paul, although it said that Paul did not reciprocate his feelings (he was supposedly an "inmmobable heterosexual"). So I thought that maybe the problem was that John wanted to have more than a friendship with Paul and that Paul rejected him. I held this view for quite some time, until I started reading a lot about Paul. The way he talks about John—as well as the way he always brings up him out of nowhere in interviews—made me realize that it's extremely unlikely that Paul didn't also have romantic feelings for John. I recently made a compilation of insane things Paul has said about John, and there is no way someone would say all of this unless they are in love. Besides, it's been more than 40 years since John's death, and Paul admitted that he still hasn't gotten over it. If this was a mere friendship, I don't think he would have been that emotionally attached to John throughout all these years. Also, if John had been in love with Paul all along, it's very unlikely that he would have waited in 1967 to make a move.

Finally, by total chance, I became acquainted with someone who has recently been in contact with a few people who were once close to the Beatles, and they all have said that they knew there was something going on between John and Paul based on many things they had seen. And the things they said all matched up perfectly with things I have read from other sources. So that pretty much confirmed it for me. However, I still don't know for sure why John and Paul broke up, but I have my theories. It's possible that John wanted something more open and serious, and Paul, who is very conscious of their public image, didn't want that. When John said, "It's a plus that your best friend can also hold you without…" and then he didn't complete the sentence, maybe he meant that it's good that his best friend and him could hold hands without the world creating a whole drama over it. Paul was always very worried about what the public might think, so that definitely caused tensions between him and John, who was much more bold. Paul wasn't ready for that. Also, Paul wanted a normal family life, which is something John said during an interview when he was asked about the differences between him and Paul that caused their relationship to sour. He said, “Paul always wanted a family life. Linda knows this and has given it to him. The complete family life”. This is an odd answer because why would Paul wanting a "complete family life" damage their relationship? It would only make sense because, obviously, with John, he couldn't have a traditional family life. All this is speculation, but it's what I have in mind so far, based on all the information I have compiled.

I apologize that this got too long, but I wanted to to give you a thorough answer. Thanks again for your question. I'm glad you are a fan of my posts. It means a lot to me <3

#mclennon

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bitchwhoreofastorm · 6 months

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sometimes i don't think through the things i'm doing (1st person pov; 10k words; read on ao3)

summary:

Those who would become Hands of Almalexia must undertake a pilgrimage: they must wander Morrowind as anonymous adventurers, aiding the Dunmer in secret, and alone. After the Akaviri war, a young woman and Hand-Aspirant does a bad job at this.

I saw you this morning. When I was leaving the cornerclub, I saw you for a moment behind the counter. There was a jug of expensive-looking sujamma in a mug polished to shining, and I saw your face slip across it. I should have known better but I turned around to look for you. You turned around, too. You weren't behind me. Nobody was behind me. I left in a hurry.

I'm in Gnisis today. I'm on my way to a kwama mine. There's a rumour that they're having some trouble with bandits, egg thieves. You know. The sort of job they like to give wandering adventures. That's what the publican said-- 'wandering adventures like you.' It's a noble tradition, in Vvardenfell, to wander and go searching for adventures. It seems to me that Vivec never deals with his problems because, if he did, the wandering adventurers would run out of things to do.

It's a long walk to the mine. That’s okay. There's nobody on the road, so I can talk to you.

All the Hands told me that travelling alone would be hard. They were really concerned by that. They made a big fuss over it, that I shouldn’t let the loneliness get to me. They told me that, should I ever feel forlorn, or abandoned, or just lonely, I should talk to Her. That if I had faith She was with me, I would never be lonely again. I thought it was funny that they gave me that advice. I did that a lot as a child. Do you remember? After you started to leave. I would tell Her about how mean you were and how much I hated you and how I missed you and how I wished you wouldn't ever go. It made me feel better back then, to talk to Her. I felt less alone.

I can't do that now. Not now that I've met her. I know she'd hear, and I know how she'd smile, or smirk, she does this knowing smirk and it makes me feel shy.

I can't talk to her like that now that I know Her. I feel like I'd rather talk to you.

At the kwama mine they ask who I am. I say I'm a wandering adventurer come to deal with their bandit problem. They ask me my name and I say, "Shona..." then I add, "Slonsi." And they stare at me strangely, so I add, "I'm a veteran of the Akaviri War," and they see my sword and I guess they decide that's fine.

I'm bad at coming up with fake names. All the Hands said that I should pick one or two, and make consistent fake identities out of them. Come up with a backstory. A new self. I tried, but every time I meet someone, they just go out of my brain. Fake identities are like a handful of comberries to me. I can’t keep them straight, and as soon as I have to pick out just one, they all fall out of my grasp.

But I guess I’m not really trying. Making up a fake identity just seems like a bad idea. This is your face too. What if someone were to meet you, and call you by my fake name? You'd have no idea. You wouldn't know to keep the lie.

I thought about using your name once, but I already look like you, and there might be someone who remembers you. Then I'd be in trouble.

I see you again when I stop to eat lunch. There's a low cliff jutting out over a smooth little lagoon, on a hill that overlooks the ocean. I sit down on the ledge and scoot over, scoot to the very edge of it, until I can look down into the still water and see you. You’re framed by strange Vvardenfell plants, frond-ish coils reach out to touch your face. This must displease you because you're frowning at me. You always frown at me. You always look so serious and so unhappy. I tilt my head to one side, then the other. So do you. You have your hair tied back-- you always hated having your hair tied back.

Sometimes, at times like this, I think that if I jumped into the water you'd really be there. I would jump in and wrestle you down to the bottom, and then you'd cast a water-breathing spell on yourself and lie there, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out, until I'd go gasping up for air. Then you'd come with me and drape yourself along my back and make me carry you to shore. At times like this, I can hear you cackling in my ear-- Onwards, noble steed!-- and I feel you clawing my shoulders as I drag you back to land. You were always so mean to me.

When I blink, there is someone beside you.

I start and turn around. A dunmer woman also starts, and she turns to me, a gentle smile on her lips.

"Pardon me, sera," she says to me, "I didn't mean to scare you."

I can't find the words to reply to that. I'm not a child any more, but sometimes, when I'm surprised, I lose my voice again. So I just stare at her and try to think of something to say.

"My name is Thelsa," she says. "Telvanni Thelsa."

"Shani," I say. "Shani Sholasa."

"May I sit, Shani?"

I slide over on my ledge, and she sits.

"Beautiful view you've got here," she says.

I look up. I was so busy looking at you that I didn't notice. Smoke has made the sky is the colour of old parchment here, fading to an unwell blue on the horizon where it touches the sea. The hills rise and fall abruptly, sandstone-coloured, tall pillars and cliffs and arches that all make no sense, and then there’s shrubs and flowers here. Green, yellow, blue, all making up too many shapes.

I don't like Vvardenfell-- it looks like it was created very thoughtlessly. It’s too chaotic. But when I turn my head Thelsa is staring with approval at the Inner Sea, and the slanted haggard trees that stand here and there.

"What are you doing so far from town, Shani?" Thelsa asks. She has a kind face that reminds me of a Temple acolyte, with round cheeks that are used to smiling and brown hair in a tidy little bun.

"I'm, uh, adventuring," I answer. "I'm an adventurer."

"Are you from Vvardenfell?"

"No. Selfora. It's in Deshaan."

Thelsa nods. "I'm not from around here either," she tells me. "Tell me, adventurer, where are you going?"

"North."

"Ah, so am I. Perhaps we could travel together? I'm a healer, I'm sure I could be of use to you on your adventuring. I would feel much safer, with a strong warrior like you to protect me."

I shrug. And pull out my scrib roll and eat it in a hurry. I can't see you any more.

I don't like this turn of events. I don't like Telvanni-- I haven't forgotten how they denied Almalexia the Ebonheart Pact. I don't like their wizardry, maybe because it reminds me too much of you. And, to tell you the truth, I don't like being around other women. Especially not pretty women close to my age, with soft lips and kind eyes and a silky deep voice that makes my stomach clench. After Idrenie, it just feels wrong. I don’t know why but I have no interest in it any more. Aside from you, I just want to be alone.

Even worse, while this Thelsa is walking next to me, I can't talk to you. Not out loud. Even talking in my head to you is risky, because I can't do that and also focus on what she's saying, and I hate to seem rude.

So I shut up. I don’t talk to you. As we walk together, Thelsa talks to me instead.

She talks about her recent trip to Gnisis. She says her father is a wizard of House Telvanni and he wants to set up a new trading line through the north flank of Red Mountain. She says the dreugh that live in West Gash produce the best dreugh wax, which is very valuable to Telvanni wizards. She says her father sent her to Gnisis as punishment, because she'd displeased him, somehow, but she doesn't say what it is she did to so displease him. She talks a lot, and she really does have a beautiful voice. It’s a soft voice and deep, and it sounds the way a silk handkerchief feels, when you pull it across your skin. Smooth, overly indulgent. The nice dresses Father got us, the one I ripped within a day.

"You're a very good listener," Thelsa says after a while, "But why don't you tell me about yourself?"

I hate this part of conversations. "I was a soldier," I say, because at least that's not entirely a lie. "I fought in the Akaviri invasion. Now I'm just trying to make ends meet."

"Who did you fight under?"

"Uh, Mournhold's army. The Duke's army."

"Mournhold." Thelsa appears only mildly interested. "I thought you were from Selfora. Why fight for Duke Ra'athim?"

She has an intense gaze, fiery red eyes, like the red of that dress I ripped, and the red of Father’s eyes as he yelled at me. My unforgivable carelessness. Why did she have to say Ra’athim?

So I just shrug. “My superiors thought I’d be a better fit there."

You were the one who told me that my lies should include a little bit of truth.

"What is your quest?" Thelsa asks me.

I hesitate. I say, with reluctance, that I'm hunting the bandits who have holed up on the nearby mountain, the ones who have been poaching from the kwama mine. She asks me how I plan to get there and I say that I'm just going to walk up the mountain.

"I know of them," Thelsa frowns at me. "And I know the road you speak of. There are powerful wizards among them. The road to their hideout is full of traps. You'll surely perish if you try and attack them head-on."

“Then I'll perish." I keep walking.

Thelsa takes my arm. The touch is a light one, and it’s embarrassing that I flinch. "There's a back way," Thelsa says. "It's a little longer, but if we go around, we can levitate up the cliffs. They won't be expecting it. It will be safer."

"I don't use magic," I say.

"I do," she says. "I can levitate you up."

I hate the idea of it. You're the only one who's ever made me levitate. I hate the thought of this stranger doing that to me. If someone else were to do it, it might cover up the memories of how it felt when it was you. What if I was to lose those memories? I could never get them back. We're not children any more. I'm never going to see you again.

She mistakes my hesitation for something else. "I am not offering out of charity," Thelsa says. "If my father is to open a trade route here, these thugs will place it in danger. By dealing with them, I will earn the favour of my House." She smiles a little. "And I'll expect half of the spoils, of course. Do we have a deal?"

How could I possibly explain to her the violation she’s committing? I can never put my thoughts in over. It would look weird if I were to refuse.

"Fine," I hear myself say. "We have a deal."

Thelsa holds up her hand, palm facing me, in the universal Dunmeri gesture of honour. I mirror the gesture without thinking about it. The Ordinators do it all the time. And maybe it is because in that moment I hate her for trying to come between you and me, and I’m looking for reasons to be suspicious of her, but I think she is staring intently, far too intently, at my hand.

Near the evening we come to a place where a river has incised a slot into the yellow rock of the landscape. I jump across the chasm with ease but Thelsa falters. I see her look down at the gap-- no wider than the distance between the roof of our childhood manor and that tree you always liked to perch in-- I see her staring down at the dark, rushing water. She looks like you used to look like when you were afraid.

"It's not that far!" I shout at her.

Maybe she doesn't hear me-- she doesn't reply. She's looking at that abyss like it's going to swallow her.

"Why don't you float across?" I call.

"I don't want to waste my magika!" she replies.

I barely hear it; her voice is like a dropped amulet, a shiny trill lost in the churn.

She steps to the chasm's edge. "Won't you help me across, Shani?" she calls, then, swaying in the mist.

I reach my hand across the gap and she takes it.

I am strong-- she is light-- she leaps, and I pull her towards me. We stumble backwards together, one step, two.

I expect her to let go of my hands then and she doesn't.

She is standing so close to me. I try to let go of her hands but she clasps mine tightly. She is so close and suddenly I feel her thumbs press so hard into my palms, pressing hard, insistent, like they’re searching something under my skin-- and, oh God, it’s so awful, but she pushes her thumbs up , the pads of her fingers so hot with friction over the tender part of the inside of my hands, pressing, wanting, it’s like she’s seeking something, I don’t know what, seeking, down to the very top of my wrists. She is standing so close to me and her fingers find the frantic heartbeat in my veins and then in that same horrible moment her eyes find mine.

She lets go. She steps away.

I turn away from her, shuddering. My face feels as hot as the red of her eyes, the intensity of her is crawling over my skin, my stomach is doing something weird that is perilously approaching nausea. I hear her make a little sound, something between a gasp and the panting of a wounded animal, and I feel her move away from me the way I've felt bandages pulled off of wounds. She leaves an absence that feels cold and sore.

A terrible silence falls between us.

"... Thank you, Shani," says Thelsa. Her voice is a little thick, as if she's choking back something. "You are... ah. Stronger than I expected."

I almost don't hear her. I can't bear to hear her. I'm fighting my own mind. I'm trying to think of you-- the coldness of your face, your passionless expression, the ambivalence with which you watched Father denounce me. I need that coldness and the careless ice in your voice when you called me broken and offered to replace me as the more adequate sibling. I'm desperate! I cannot be feeling the thing I’m feeling right now, it’s unbearable! I'm picturing your disgust like I'm picturing the pain of Father dragging me by my hair and the hardness of the street when he drove me down outside and the scrape I got on my hand and how you never answered any of my letters, not one, except for the one where you told me that I should've known better than to go and do something without your permission, idiot that I am.

"Shani?"

"It's fine," I reply, and my voice sounds so hoarse in my ears, as hoarse as yours sounded when-- "Let's go. It's getting dark."

I try not to look at her.

I miss you so badly.

It's awkward between me and Thelsa when we make camp.

That's good. Things are always awkward for me. I can deal with awkward.

I don't look at her; she makes me dinner. Steamed saltrice and a mushroom sauce from a powder in a satchel. She places it next to me; I don't touch it. I pretend to be maintaining my sword, which doesn't at all need maintaining. She urges me to eat, while I incorrectly use a whetstone to pretend to sharpen the blade. I act like I’m busy. She doesn't press. She announces that she's going to go bathe in a spring that's nearby, and she waits, standing near me, but when I reply only with a grunt, she disappears. I'm finally alone.

The dinner she made for me is delicious.

When I lay down that night I only want to talk to you. I want to close my eyes and lie very still in my sleeping roll and transport myself back to when we were kids staying up late to gossip in bed. I pull my blanket up to my chin and hug my cloak to my chest and settle in to catch up with you, since I've barely gotten to speak to you all day.

But I must have made a mistake-- I must have fallen asleep-- suddenly, She is here.

In my dream I know it's Her before I open my eyes. She's always boiling hot, like a bath that's been heated up too much and is too warm to really be comfortable. Sometimes I think that's why she seems to glow even through my eyelids. But I keep my eyes closed, thinking that if I ignore her, maybe she'll go away and leave me to talk to you instead.

She does not go away. "My servant," she says gently. Her furnace-hot lily-rancid breath. Then, "Il--"

I press my thumb to her lips. "Don't call me that."

I knew it-- when I open my eyes, Almalexia's lips beneath my thumb are curled into her damn knowing little smirk.

"Ah," says Almalexia. "What are you called now?"

"Shani. Shani Shlosi."

"That doesn't sound like a name."

I cross my arms high over my chest, burrowing my hands into my neck, burrowing my mouth into my arms. "Why are you here?" I ask. "I thought it was forbidden. I'm supposed to do this alone."

"I'm not here," says Almalexia reassuringly. "I am a desperate figment of your imagination, and rest assured you are violating nothing."

"I don't believe you."

"The insolence of the Ra'athim! Dare you defy the word of a God?"

"You aren't a God, you're a figment of my imagination."

I'm not proud of myself, but it pleases me when she smiles at that. "Good girl," she says warmly. "Obedient even when you're disobeying me. Tell me, child, what are the rules of this quest you're on?"

"I am to abandon my identity," I say. I say it sullenly, as if my sacred quest is just the correct response to a familiar lecture. "I am to go out in Morrowind in secret, devoid of the glory of your patronage. By my own skill and determination I am to aid your children, and improve the lives of all your people. I am to do this without the aid of the Temple, and without orders."

"And why do I make all those who would be my Hands do this?"

"To show that we are strong, and resourceful, and powerful warriors."

"Ah-ah," she shakes her head, spilling her red hair across my pillow. "Wrong. If I wanted to test your strength, I could throw you into Oblivion and have you fight your way through a horde of Dremora. Why send you into Morrowind?"

"To aid your children, who you love, Goddess."

"Wrong again. Do you not know?"

"If you can tell me, I know. Since you're part of my imagination. Which is in my brain."

Her hand burns where it touches my cheek.

"It's so that you may know them," Almalexia informs me, with divine patience. "By being among my children, I wish for you to know them, and by knowing them, love them. Only those who love them as I do may serve me as Hand."

I stare at her blankly. I'm too tired. I want the scolding to be over with. Beneath the wonderful heat, her palm is calloused.

"I am not scolding you," she says. Because she's a goddess, of course, she can read my mind. "I intervene because I fear for you. You are travelling a path of grave danger. Once I would have believed this no challenge for you, but now… I am not sure. You have changed, and I fear that I will lose you. You are not the woman who helped me defeat the Akaviri."

"Of course I'm not," I say through my teeth, "I'm Shani Shpansey. I’ve changed because you ordered me to. I did as you bid. I've always done as you bid. If that is not enough!-- If that is not enough-- then strike me down!” I draw in a breath. “I beseech you, Goddess. For my insolence just strike me down."

And then I roll over and curl up with my legs against my chest, and I hug myself and press my palms into my eyes, until I see stars. I search for you in the fizzing lights; I try to blind myself with you just so I can’t see Her.

There is silence, and then there is her breath again, warm, tickling my ear as she says:

"She is gone to you, Iyahi . This ghost you speak to is not her. You cannot speak to her, any more than you could save her. Let her go."

She's wrong. She's wrong. It's your voice who tells her to leave us alone.

Sometimes I want to pretend it’s all a bad dream. I mean, you leaving, and me leaving. Sometimes I pretend it’s not real. Speaking of those Buoyant Armigers, who I never understood-- I think my time in Vvardenfell is letting me understand why they like Vivec so much. Someone told me once that Vivec thinks everything’s a dream. I don’t think everything’s a dream, but sometimes, I kind of wish it was.

Do you feel the same way? Are you thinking about this too, wherever you are?

I keep thinking I’ll wake up in my bed and I’ll be a little kid again. I’ll be curled up around you like the shell of a beetle, and your hair will be in my nose, and I’ll be drooling on the fancy pillow-cases that Father always complains about me ruining. I keep thinking that Kneads-Dough is about to shake us awake. The same thing that happens every single morning will happen. You’ll wake up first, and I’ll be sleeping too hard, and you’ll order Kneads not to wake me, but you’ll do it so loud that I wake up anyway. But I’ll pretend to be asleep, because I’m shy around Kneads. And you’ll tell Kneads that I’ll want pancakes-- only I hate pancakes, and you love pancakes, but you think liking pancakes is childish, so you never tell Kneads you want pancakes. You’ll say it’s me who wants pancakes. And I’ll pretend to be asleep. And when Kneads leaves, you’ll say-- “I know you’re awake, you know, you’re such a bad liar!”-- and I’ll keep pretending to be asleep, cause it’s a good excuse to hold onto you, and you always let me.

Maybe it’s not a dream. Could it not be a dream? It feels so real. Isn’t it strange-- I can’t even remember how it felt to hold Idrenie, but the sensation of your hair in my mouth is more real than reality itself?

Do you feel this way too? Are you off somewhere, also sleeping in, feeling this way? Or maybe you’re really here in my arms. It’s possible, isn’t it? That I’m tucked into your bed and everything else has been a bad dream.

I could open my eyes and see you. I’m going to do it. You’re going to be there.

I stir, I mumble your name, I pretend to wipe the sleep from my eyes and do a big fake yawn, pretending that I slept through you pointing out I wasn’t sleeping. You’re going to be here. I’m in your bed. I open my eyes--

Thelsa’s face pulls away from mine the same moment I sit up. We’ve startled each other; she makes a pitiful little yelp, like a kicked dog, while I only yank my blanket to my chin.

Was she watching me sleep? She’s blushing, her face is plum-blue, a pretty colour against the bashful pink dawn behind her. Why was she so close to me? My mouth is hanging open, I’m staring at her with nothing to say.

“I’m sorry,” she stammers. “Sorry.”

She looks so pathetically embarrassed that I apologise too. “I’m sorry,” I mimic dumbly, “I mean, it’s okay. I mean. Um. What?”

“You were talking in your sleep,” she rushes to explain. “Call me a fool, but I was worried about you. I worried you were having a nightmare.”

I’m just staring at her. And then I realise why she is looking at me so strangely-- my heart sinks-- I must have said your name.

We make breakfast in silence. Thelsa makes saltrice and mushroom sauce again, hearty travel food; I use the last of my own provisions to make scrib rolls for me and her. Old saltrice kneaded with copious amounts of greasy scuttle, wrapped untidily in hackle-lo leaves. It’s food even an idiot could make. I’m an awful cook; this has been most of my diet since I set out on my quest. My scrib rolls are always misshapen and threatening to fall apart.

When we were little, Kneads would put comberries in one end, meant as scrib eyes, a little bug in a blanket that we could take with us while playing. I dare not try my luck with embellishments. It’s by blind fortune that I haven’t somehow made one explode.

Thelsa and I share a log by the fire when we sit down to eat. The dainty sunrise has given way to a smoggy cool day-- in West Gash, Red Mountain’s smoke looks yellow, so the landscape seems like an old tapestry that’s been hanging in a tomb for too long. Flat grey hills and washed-out stringy clouds against a yellow sky. We stare at this ugly landscape like it’s the most verdant rolling hills of Deshaan, and then Thelsa asks me, very softly: “Do you have a family, Shani?”

“Everyone does,” I answer without thinking, “Babies have to come from somewhere.”

“That’s not what I meant. Where are your parents?”

This takes thought. “Dead,” I tell her honestly.

“I see,” she says. “That’s a pity. How did they die?”

“My mother died in childbirth. My father died during the war.”

“Any siblings?”

I’d just taken a bite of saltrice, but suddenly it tastes like mud. I almost choke on it. I swallow, and turn my head away, and stare with fierce determination at the dirt at our feet, as if willing a plausible excuse to crawl out of the ground.

“I was disowned,” I say. I say it very carefully, in a very flat voice, willing nothing to emerge from it. I try to find your face in the random pinprick shadows thrown by the grains of dirt near my feet. “So. Not by law, no.”

“Ah,” says Thelsa, as if this comes as no surprise to her. Then, “I’m sorry.”

I'm sorry. It sounds so trite when she says it, and this relieves me. Like she was offering her condolences on stubbing my toe.

But then she says, "Did your father also fight under Duke Ra'athim?"

And this catches me so off guard that I'm confused for a moment. "He was--" I start, and then I blink, realising I don't understand the question. "What?"

"You said you fought under Duke Ra'athim," Thelsa reminds me gently.

I can't understand the expression on her face. Is she suspicious? She looks so kind, with her big eyes. I feel my cheeks get hot-- I'm flustered.

"No," I say, "He fought with House In-- um, House Hlaalu, I mean. He was an... accountant. So not really fighting, but-- he got caught in an explosion, some of their weird magic, the Kamal’s magic, I mean, they attacked his camp--" And then I clamp my teeth down on my tongue.

I hear your voice in my head so clearly: Idiot .

I am an awful liar.

Thelsa looks into my eyes for a long time. Her soft mouth is curved into a little frown, her small eyebrows sit high in her forehead and slump slightly to the outside, as if she's sad. I force myself to meet her gaze and then the discomfort overwhelms me and I look away. I pretend to be focused on the scrib roll I'm failing at putting together, hunching over, putting my face near it, until she finally sits back.

"I'm sorry, Shani," she says again. "I've upset you, haven't I? That wasn't my intention."

"It's fine," I mumble. "Just-- don't like talking about it."

"I was almost exiled too," she says.

I look up at her in surprise. She's still facing me, with that soft open face and the gentle long-lashed eyes. A healer's saintly face.

"I displeased my father," she reminds me. "I... I made a mistake, and it was a grave one. There were some in my family who wanted me exiled. I convinced father not to exile me. I was lucky. I'm still lucky-- he could change his mind any day now."

"What did you do?" I ask hoarsely.

"Does it matter?" She sighs. "There are many ways you can digress against House Telvanni. Outsiders don't know that, they think we allow anything. But the moment we stop being an asset to our wizard..."

And she looks down at her hands.

(Your hand, lightly steaming under Father's iron.)

"That's why you want to kill these bandits," I say.

"What?" Thelsa looks up at me, brow raised. Then, "Oh, yes. That's why. I..." She sighs again, looks away. "I need to prove I'm still useful to him."

I don't know why I do the thing I do next. I put the scrib roll on my lap, and then I reach out and take her hands in mine. I slip my fingers flat beneath hers, upturning her palms, and then I press my thumbs, as gentle as I can, to the centre of hers. The very place where they branded you.

I press down, feeling the cup-shape of them, the slight inward curl, the gentle articulation of the tiny bones within, knit together with fishing-line tendons. The parchment-tender thinness of the skin there. Her skin is magician's skin, like yours was, nothing like the leathery callous of my own. She's looking at me, now, her eyes a little wider, and she’s holding her breath.

I want to say something reassuring but I can't. I never said anything to you when you were exiled. I hold her hands, I make myself look at her face. And then I take a breath and release her, rising to my feet with a quick exhale.

"Well," I say, in my most casual voice. "We'd better go kill some bandits, then."

I think I see Thelsa's cheeks darken. She looks up at me, her owlish eyes wide, her breast lifting slightly as she takes in her own deep breath. And then her eyes trail down my body, to my feet.

"You dropped your scrib roll," she points out, looking at the snack that'd fallen off my lap when I stood. But she's smiling. I think I'm smiling, too.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, but I forget to talk to you. I don't know how I forget this-- I don't know how you stop being in my head for a second, and I hate myself for it, so please don't yell at me. Every time I realise I've forgotten to talk to you, I vow to catch you up later, the moment I get a chance. And then I forget. And then I remember and vow again. I'm sorry. You know how dumb I am-- I can't help it, please don’t be mad at me.

Thelsa and I had decided to camp close to the mountain where the bandits lay, just far enough away that they wouldn't spot us. We wanted to be fresh and well-rested for the assault, and Thelsa said that, if we attacked during the day, most of them would be away on a raid, and we would have an easier time taking out the remainders. Then we could lay in wait for the raiding party and deal with them when they returned exhausted with their guard down. She's a good strategist, for a wizard. I told her so and I think this made her happy. She even asked for my feedback, but I had nothing to contribute. Her plan was a good one, and I'm not worried about a few bandits, with or without strategy.

The sun is gone that day, covered by a high layer of flat dull cloud that must have rolled in from the north. The air is chilly, but relatively clear, only slightly ashy; we stop at one point to pull out shawls and wraps from our packs, to keep our necks warm. Thelsa shows me how to tie mine in the Telvanni fashion, with the arms of the triangle braided into a sort of diamond shape, which she tucks into my neck near the top of my chest. I've already put on my bonemold travel-cuirass for the day, so she has to push her fingers under the armour; her touch is very careful and her fingers are warm.

We come to the mountain a little before noon.

In Skyrim I climbed Throat-of-the-World. That is the tallest mountain in Tamriel, apparently-- a shitty three days of up, up, uphill, getting sick on the thin air, numb from the cold. I’d stared at Almalexia’s back the entire way, desperate to impress her by not complaining or stopping for rest. I am not scared of climbing big mountains.

This mountain is not nearly as tall as Throat-of-the-World-- more of a hill, really, because there’s no true mountains in West Gash. But it’s tall enough, a yellow triangle rising against the grey of the sky. An ill-used path wound up the flank of it, growing gradually steeper, until it turned into a rockfall halfway up, and the top third of the mountain was a steep cliff. The kwama miners had told me that the bandits are encamped in a cave near the very peak of it, because that’s where bandits love being camped the most, in caves at the very top of the mountain. I don’t know if you know this, but trolls in Skyrim work the same way.

(In my head I see you roll your eyes and ask, what do I care about trolls? Or-- more likely-- you’d just correct me, because you’ve probably read some book about the biology of animals in Skyrim, and I’m sure you’d say that trolls actually prefer relatively elevated vantage points with sufficient taiga cover, or something smart like that.)

While you’re scolding me in my own head, Thelsa comes up to stand by my side. “Steep climb, right?” she asks. And then she touches my back very gently. “Are you ready, Shara?”

“Yes,” I say. “Are you?”

“Yes.”

I know I shouldn’t but I turn and I look at her face. She looks back at me, frowning, her eyebrows drawn very slightly together.

I’m about to do something I haven’t thought through very well.

“When we get up there,” I say, “Only levitate me up. You should stay here, out of the way. I’ll come tell you when the fighting’s done.”

Thelsa’s eyes widen. “You want to go in alone?”

“I’m a good warrior. I’ll be okay.” And then, because the good lies always have a bit of truth, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Or you don’t want me taking the treasure,” Thelsa says, frowning still.

“I don’t care about treasure,” I insist. “I just think I should do this alone.”

“You’re sweet,” Thelsa says, but her voice doesn’t sound like she means it. Then she starts towards the mountain, “Let’s go.”

“Wait!” I lurch off after her. “Promise you’ll wait outside until I kill them?”

“Absolutely not. What if you get injured? I’m a healer, you’ll need me.”

“I won’t get injured. Thelsa, come on! Please--”

I don’t know what’s come over me, but I grab her wrist, as gently as I can, and stop her. She lets me. She’s turned and she’s looking at me again, her hand hanging in my own.

“Are you really worried about me running away with the treasure?” I ask her.

“Please don’t take it personally,” Thelsa isn’t pulling her arm away from me. “You’re lovely, but you know how it is, out here…”

“I know, I know. But what if I prove I won’t?”

“How?”

“I could give you something important of mine. And then you give it back to me when I come back. Here, how about my sword? It’s super important to me, I wouldn’t leave without it.” And my hand goes to the pommel at my hip.

Thelsa just stares at me for a few moments. “If you give me your sword,” she says slowly, “How are you going to fight the bandits?”

“Oh. Right.” I hear your voice in my head: idiot .

“Enough of this,” Thelsa shakes her head. “Just-- come on.”

“Wait, I do have something.” I pull my pack from my shoulders, and I push my hand into a side pocket, until I feel something warm amongst the chilly contents.

Does ebony ever feel warm to you? Ebony always feels warm to me. Maybe it runs in our blood. The ring I pull out of my bag has a tiny bit of heat to it, like holding someone’s hand, nice and comforting. It’s so worn-down that it’s not black any more, but looks dusky and purple from the blueness of my palm.

“Here,” I say, offering it out to Thelsa. “This is really important to me, I wouldn’t run away without it. You can look closely, it’s okay. And even if I do run away-- it’s three-thousand year old ebony, so nothing we find in that cave is more expensive than that.”

Thelsa’s eyes are wide again. She looks at my face, and then she looks at the ring, and then she takes the ring. She holds it very close to her eyes, and then lets her hand fall, fist closing around it.

“Why are you doing this?” she asks, bewildered. “I don’t get it. Why are you doing this?”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” I tell her. “I want to protect people.”

I don’t know what the expression on her face means; she is looking at me with so much intensity that it becomes unbearable, and I want to look away, but something compels me to keep looking. I think of you, how you once called me a holy fool; I think of Almalexia’s all-knowing divine smirk; I think of the way Idrenie looked the last time I saw her. For someone who wants to protect people, I haven’t done a very good job so far.

Thelsa lowers her hand. “Fine,” she says, but she seems upset. “Fine, if you insist. I promise I’ll let you deal with them.”

I let my own shoulders fall in relief. “Good. That’s good.”

She nods, and she starts heading towards the mountain.

“Wait!” I call out to her. “You promised--”

“I know,” Thelsa replies. “But I need to levitate you up there, don’t I?”

“Oh,” I say.

Idiot! I hear your voice in my head again. It’s one of those times where you sound so real that I swear I could turn around and see you there. So I look over my shoulder-- I see yellow hills and scraggy trees and a gloomy grey sky and empty wilderness. I see Vvardenfell in all its smoggy ruin. I see the world but I cannot see you.

When I turn around again, Thelsa is already far ahead. I look forwards once more and run to catch up.

We are standing at the base of the cliff and I am trying to hard not to let Thelsa see how terrified I am. I’m standing stiff as a tin soldier, I’m sweating despite the cold of the day, I think I might start crying if I’m really unlucky, which is weird, because I haven’t cried in years and years. But the ash is making my eyes prickle-- it’s smoggy with ash up on the mountain-- and I’m standing too close to the cliff and for some reason I’m scared that I’m going to cry. Maybe I could climb it, I’m saying to myself-- I’m good at climbing, do you remember when I climbed the whole side of the Temple? You had to float up there, but I climbed up like a gecko, and I startled you when I poked my head up over the edge. But you were upset with me, and I thought it was because I startled you, but now that I’m grown up I realise it’s because you realised then that I didn’t need you any more, that I could get anywhere I wanted to go without your help. I’m sorry I didn’t know why you were so sad then. If I could go back and do everything again, I would have thrown myself off of that roof, and you would have caught me, and I would have told you I’d slipped, that I was scared to be so high, that I needed you to keep me from falling. Would things have turned out differently, if I’d told you how much I needed you?

“Are you ready?” asks Thelsa.

In my head I am saying sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry , but I nod, and aloud I say, “Ready.” And then, “Don’t worry. And just wait here, okay?”

Thelsa’s brow is drawn in concentration. “Got it.”

“I’ll call down when I’m done,” I say.

“Shani,” she says.

“If someone attacks you, come up and find me--”

“I’m going to lift you up now,” says Thelsa, and she casts her spell.

Immediately I don’t know why I was so worried. Her magic feels nothing like yours! Your magic feels like it could be my magic; it feels natural, buoyant, just a part of me that I only know about when you’re around. When you make me float I’m like a stick that fell into a pond.

Thelsa’s spell, on the other hand, plucks me up by the scruff and yanks me upwards with no grace at all. Like I’m a bug scooped up in a cup. It happens in an instant and it alarms me, so I scramble for the cliff-face even as I’m speeding through the air. My hands find purchase on the rocks just as the stranger’s magic flings me over the edge.

I’m glad Thelsa’s all the way down there. That way, she doesn’t see me land on my face. I’m dumped ungracefully onto the ground face-down. I skid a little bit, and then my Ordinator’s training kicks in and I vault to my feet. I draw my sword, take my off-hand knife from my belt, and drop into a fighting stance before I’ve even blinked the dust from my eyes.

The first thing I notice is a weird feeling in the air. I can’t explain it, but it feels like I’m in your bedroom: there’s this kind of humming all around me, like the air is pressing down on my skin just a little bit. Tension with no source.

The second thing I notice is that there’s no cave. I’m on a plateau that extends forwards about the length of a large dining room, then ends in another steep cliff. The mountain drops precipitously away on either side of me.

The third thing I notice is the corpses.

Okay, most of them are more like skeletons, but there’s enough desiccated flesh on their naked forms that I make the mistake anyways. There’s about ten or twelve of them, lied out in two neat rows on either side of the plateau, stretching forwards towards the second cliff-face, where the lines join at the base, at the foot of a ghastly altar.

You would be able to tell me what I’m looking at, wouldn’t you.

I feel my heart quicken; I take a half-step back. “Thelsa,” I call, “I was wrong. There’s no bandits. This is some sort of…” I have no words for what sort of this that this is.

I take a full step forwards, to the nearest body. Up close, I see that its chest has been opened, there’s a desiccated ashy hole where its heart ought to have once been, its arms are crumpled up behind its back, as if it they were bound there once. The humming feeling I noticed is getting more insistent, the air is angrier and pressing into me, trying to repulse me, or is that just my own revulsion? I’m thinking of you again and I hate that.

“Thelsa,” I call again, and I turn around--

She is suspended in midair before me and I am finally forced to admit that Telvanni Thelsa is beautiful.

“Don’t try to raise them,” Thelsa tells me. Her robes are rippling around her, her mousy hair is slipping free of its bun and fluttering around her lovely round face. “I’ve warded this place to the hilt. Here you can raise nor summon nothing. Not even a mere fireball will answer your call. If you wish to flee from me, you are welcome to jump to your death.”

I step backwards from her. I keep my sword raised.

“Still have nothing to say?” Thelsa asks. “How annoying. Can we not drop this farce, already? You know who I am.”

“You’re a necromancer,” I say softly.

Thelsa’s eyes narrow. “Stop playing stupid.”

“I’m not playing.” I take another step back, towards the centre of the plateau, where it’s wider. I’m paying attention to the corpses to either side of me, their spacing and proximity, but mostly I’m focused on her.

As I retreat, Thelsa drifts forwards. “Then stop assuming that I am stupid. Do you seriously think I didn’t recognise you?” Her hands are by her sides, palms upturned, fingers curled like claws. “I mean, really! You couldn’t even keep that fake name straight. Shani? Is that so? I called you Shara at least twice, didn’t you notice?”

My heart is beating too loudly for me to hear you say idiot .

“You gave a different name to everyone in Gnisis,” Thelsa says. “Oh, yes, I’ve been following you for a while. I couldn’t believe my luck when I first saw you. I guess even the blessed must fall, but this… this disguise is truly pathetic. I don’t know who healed those brands for you, but they should’ve rendered you mute, it would’ve served you better. You’re a pathetic liar.”

The clouds feel lower, up here, there’s electricity in the air.

“Now,” says Thelsa. “Can we please drop this ridiculous farce? I know who you are, and you know who I am. Before I kill you, I want the pleasure of making you admit your sins. Now drop that sword you don’t know how to use and admit it. Acknowledge me!”

I look at her face very closely. I struggle to think. I say nothing.

Thelsa’s expression turns incredulous. “You don’t know?” she asks, but even she doesn’t sound certain. “That’s impossible. Unless… you’ve forgotten?”

“I have no idea who you are,” I confess.

She replies, “ Karnalta Ra’athim, you bitch!”

Your name hits me harder than her fist. I guess she’s so mad she’s forgotten to use magic, because she quite literally flies at me, and her hand collides with my cheek before I can react. I step back and raise my sword to knock her away, but she’s already retreated to cast a spell, this time, a proper spell-- I twist to the side, her hand discharges lightning into nothing, and all around us, I hear the groan of the dead start to rise.

“Wait!” I gasp-- my head is ringing a little--

“How dare you!” Thelsa yells. “You arrogant whore! You narcissistic jerk! Everything you’ve done to me and you don’t even remember me?”

“I’m not Karnalta!”

“You liar, you coward! Bad enough you stole my place, now face me like an honest necromancer!”

“I’m not--”

But the dead are rising now, the first zombie is stumbling towards me. Sloppy resurrections, slow-moving and uncoordinated. I take a leg off of first one with a wide cleave of my sword, then use the motion to turn and jab the tip of my weapon into the abdomen of the second one, robbing it of its momentum. My mind is reeling with shock but my body acts of its own accord.

The rest of the zombies are beginning to rise, groaning in that terrible, tacky way that necromancers always make their zombies groan, and I want to find room for myself to fight in, but Thelsa is hanging in front of me, blocking my way, sparking with fury.

“It should have been me,” declares Thelsa. “ I should have gone to Cyrodiil! I should have joined Mannimarco’s side! It should have been me! Not you, you stupid child of nepotism!”

“She’s in Cyrodiil?” I try to ask, though it’s more of an incredulous yell. Another zombie is raising in the corner of my vision.

“It should have been me!” Thelsa sends more fire at me, I barely step out of its range. “They should have taken me! Not you! You rotten exile! You cheat!”

“Please listen! I’m--”

The zombie gets too close to me before I catch it with the off-hand dagger-- I’ve never wanted so badly for a shield-- there’s two more on my other side and I push the zombie on my dagger into its companions, unbalancing all three, leaving them open to a few quick cuts with my sword.

“I’m not Karnalta!” I shout, my voice strangled from exertion, “I’m her sister! I’m Karnalta’s twin!”

Thelsa barks out a laugh. “ That is your new excuse? Even now you persist on lying to me? You’re bad at this, s’wit!”

“It’s not a lie!” One of the zombies on the ground almost grabs my ankle; I crush its wrist with my foot, an awful crunch, like I’ve stepped on a cockroach.

The fighting has pushed me forwards; Thelsa has retreated slightly, so that she now hangs over the side of the cliff, she looks like an apparition of wrath against the cold sky beyond.

“Stop trying to deceive me!” Thelsa’s hands are moving again, I hear more zombies moving, I see fire forming in her hands. “Stop lying about who you are!”

“Wait-- I’m Iliah!” I can hear the rest of the zombies shuffling into animation, the oppressive stench of conjuration is everywhere.

“No lie can spare you now!”

“My name is Iliah!” My voice is breaking. How long has it been since I’ve said these words? “I am Iliah Ra’athim! Iliah Ra’athim! Karnalta is my sister!”

Thelsa’s hands become wreathes of flame. “This is the end of you--”

Karnalta, you were right about me. I am an idiot. I do things that I haven’t thought through first.

Once I had you to tell me what to do, and when you weren’t telling me what to do, you were telling me why the thing I was about to do was dumb, and then I wouldn’t do it. But I don’t have you any more.

But if we’re being honest, I haven’t had you since I was a child. I never listened when you told me not to do stupid things. I’d do them anyways and I’d have to live with it. This is all, entirely me, doing things without knowing why I do them, living alone with the consequences.

You’ll never even know about any of this. These stupid thoughts are all my own.

So I do something I haven’t really thought through.

I run. I leap from the cliff. I wrap my arms as tightly around Thelsa as I can.

I drive my dagger into her as we fall.

A child perches high in a tree, a book resting in her lap. It is a beautiful spring day in Mournhold, and the Moril tree in which she sits is thick with fragrant blush-pink blooms. Bees dodder around her, a cliff-darter perches on a branch nearby. Clock-crickets hum their eerily mechanical melodies all around her; the child, completely engrossed in her book as she is, pays them no attention. So enraptured is she by the story she reads that she does not even notice that someone is climbing the tree. She does not hear the rustling below her, the creaking of branches, the occasional clatter of bark scraped from the trunk by a careless foot. She does not hear the cliff-darter croak in alarm and take flight. She notices nothing, until a head drops down from above and proclaims:

“Found you, Kar!”

The child cries out in fright, and looks up. The mirror image of herself is lying across the branches above her, head dangling just in front of her face.

“Iliah!” the child shouts. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” says her twin, with a gawky grin. “Hi.”

“How did you get up here?”

“I climbed.”

“All the way up?”

“Yeah.”

“Iliah, you idiot, you could’ve fallen!” Karnalta puts her book down, wearing a frown as big and unabashed as her sister’s grin. “You would’ve gotten hurt!”

Iliah shakes her head. “Kneads-Dough says kids our age bounce.”

“She didn’t mean it literally, moron.”

“ You’re up here. You didn’t fall.”

“I can levitate! You can’t! Only a complete idiot would climb up here! And stop dangling upside-down, it’s bad for your brain, you don’t have a lot of brain to start with!”

Iliah flips herself right-side up, then drops onto the branch Karnalta sits on. She straddles it and faces her sister, no longer smiling. “You shouldn’t call me names,” she says.

“You deserve it,” says Karnalta briskly. “You risked your life in a stupid way by coming up here! Really, what if you’d fallen?”

“You’d have known,” Iliah says, matter-of-fact. “You’d catch me.”

“I’m not a mind-reader. You don’t even have a mind to read.”

Iliah kicks out at the tree. “It’s not my fault,” she protests. “You didn’t tell me where you went.”

“That’s your big reason to die? That you couldn’t find me?”

“Well, yeah.”

“You’re such an idiot!” Karnalta reaches out and gives Iliah a gentle hit on the leg. “You could’ve just waited. I would’ve come back.”

“But I don’t want to wait. I miss you.”

“Why?”

“Cause you weren’t there.”

“I mean, why do you miss me?”

“... Because I like being around you?”

“Iliah,” says Karnalta, crossing her arms and speaking very sternly, “To ‘miss’ something suggests you don’t have it. But we are twins. We have the same blood and the same bones and the same meat. We are identical on a cellular level. It is irrational to miss me, because there is nothing I have that you don’t.”

“You have a brain,” Iliah points out. Then she grins another gawky grin. “You smiled!”

“No I didn’t,” says Karnalta, smiling. “Just…”

“... Just what?”

“I would miss you if you died. So stop doing dumb stuff like climbing.”

Iliah rolls her eyes. “I already told you,” she said. “I’m not going to fall to my death. You’d catch me.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes I do. Watch--”

And Karnalta watches as her mirror image slips sideways off of the branch, disappearing into the blush-coloured foliage of a beautiful Mournhold spring.

I’m on my back. A cliff reaches up above me, and above that, an awful, grey, gloomy Vvardenfell sky.

I kept my eyes open as I was falling, and that’s the only reason I see it. It’s only there for a moment-- the grey of a spectre against the grey of the sky. Its bony arms cradle me, alighting me on the ground, and then it’s gone, quiet, without fanfare, as if it had only been a speck of dust in my watery eyes.

Still, I lie there for a while, trying to convince myself that I haven’t just fallen to my death. I feel unharmed aside from a bit of singing around my forearms. My dagger is no longer in my hand, nor is my sword. If any of my bones are broken, I can’t feel it yet.

I turn my head to one side. Thelsa is lying a little ways away from me, also on her back, also staring up at the sky, though she is not blinking. Her face is already paler than it was when we travelled together, her lovely round cheeks sallowing. At her breast, driven through the beautiful Telvanni shawl I’d helped her wrap around her neck, the hilt of my dagger sits at a strange angle.

Carefully, I raise myself off of the ground, then stand on my knees by her side. I’m a little dizzy, but truly unharmed; I look over Thelsa, though I think I already know what I’ll find if I search her. Still, I search.

One of her hands is open, its palm burned black with the back-discharge of a fireball. The other is clasped tightly around a plain but enchanted ebony ring.

I wrest the ring from her clenched hand. It feels perhaps a little cooler than it did before, but I cradle it all the same. When we were children, Karnalta and I used to play in the long-abandoned Ra’athim tombs that lay below Mournhold, and, being badly disciplined, we would occasionally take souvenirs, one of which was this ring. Karnalta used to ridicule the ‘mere’ spell of summon ancestral ghost that had been imbued upon it, but I was always too aware of the fact that it would probably summon our ancestors, our family, so I kept it my whole life, out of some sense of obligation. I even took it on this quest with me.

And then I understand two things:

One of them is that I am still Iliah.

The other is that I will never speak to Karnalta again.

I pull my dagger from Thelsa's breast, wipe it clean on her shirt, put it back in my belt. I pull her scarf over her face. Then I rise, turn away, embrace myself, check my ribs for breakages. When I'm confident that I'm unharmed, I push the ring into my trouser pocket. Where did I leave my pack? Ah, right, there by the cliff's base.

It’ll be a long walk back to anywhere inhabited. I don’t have a very good sense of direction, and to be honest, I was a bit distracted when Thelsa was leading me here, so I’m not fully certain where I’ve ended up. I know we’ve come far north, much further than the bandit camp I’d been aiming for, but I’m not sure if it would make sense to aim all the way for the coast. I try to think back to the map of Vvardenfell: Ald Velothi lies north of Gnisis, doesn’t it? Or was it Khuul? At any rate, Idrenie told me that ashlanders live along the north coast, and maybe I’ll run into them. I can probably find some good things to barter from Thelsa’s corpse, and she left her travel-pack behind as well.

It’s going to be a long, lonely journey, and I’m not yet a year into my quest. Somehow, I find that I don’t mind. It will be good to have some time alone so that I can get my thoughts in order. Besides, I owe Almalexia a long conversation, and there’s a lot of Ordinator-ly meditation and prayer that I’ve been slacking off on.

Maybe I’ll meet someone interesting on the road.

#i highly recommend ao3 for this one it is very long #i know literally nobody was asking for a 10k 1st person pov iliah fic. not sure what came over me here #iliah #fic

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