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do you have any advice for overcoming awkwardness when writing smut? I don’t get awkward *reading* smut and thinking of writing smut fics, but when I actually sit down and write smut fics I get so awkward and feel embarrassed!! There’s no shame in writing it of course, but I specifically feel shame and im often like “agh it’s so awkward writing this level of intimacy!!”
hi anon!!! and ohhh......im not sure if my answer is gonna be helpful, because it's more of a mindset thing than it is a concrete/tangible writing tip but like
just treat smut like how you would treat any other type of story
because it is! smut is just another kind of story. some people like it, some people dont. same goes for sex. some people like it, some people dont, and while sex is an intimate act, it doesnt always have to be as well. theres friends with benefits, theres sexually active aromantic people, theres people who have sex for the fun of it. essentially, sex is like......every other act. meaning can be attached to it or not, the same way you'd attach meaning or not to the mundane act of like, eating a cake.
i think im getting off topic here kBLKSJFD but like. at least for me, what helped was stopping myself from putting smut on some kind of Special Pedestal with Different Rules. at the end of the day, it's...just another story. so i treat it like how i treat writing any other story.
mindset things aside, here are some other tips off the top of my head that might help
if the problem is intimacy, try writing other scenes that have deep physically intimate connotations. like a bubble bath together, or sharing a first kiss, or giving each other a massage. this can help in getting comfortable with writing intimacy in general, so when you take the intimacy up a notch for smut, it isn't as jarring or like you're jumping into the deep end immediately. ease your way in
if the problem is explicit-ness, i'd suggest not writing E rated fic right away and maybe starting with what would be rated M instead (going by ao3 ratings). if ever you arent familiar with the difference, this post is my FAVORITE post on differentiating M and E smut, please read it, ive screencapped it below for ease of reference.
essentially the difference is in the amount of detail and scene expansion, and with this in mind, M rated situations can be a nice training ground for working up to writing E rated situations. same rationale as my previous tip: if diving in head first is hard, then ease your way into it
another tip i have thats more collaborative is: if by any chance uve got a friend/s who you discuss fanfic ideas with.....talk about your smut ideas with them too. bounce the idea around with another person, i feel this helps make any fic idea (not just smut) much less intimidating while also having the extra bonus of fleshing out the idea even more
last tip: practice!!! you can write snippets or short scenes of smut little by little and, as the saying goes, everything gets easier with practice. not just the act itself, but also the attitude of going into it. with enough practice you'll just end up so used to writing smut that eventually you'll forget to be awkward or embarrassed about it
i realize that i just said a bunch kLJBSJD so i'll end this ask here. i hope some part of it is helpful to you!! and i wish you the best on your smut writing journey :D
#asks#anon#frankly in my head ive equated writing smut scenes as equivalent to writing fight scenes#i.e. theres a lot of position logistics. physical contact. tons of different emotions can be present. moaning and grunting.#same thing to me just in a different font kjBLKSF
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“And that doesn’t scare you?”
Steve gives a half hearted shrug, his hands still stuffed into the pockets of his jacket and his shoulders slowly starting to crawl towards his ears.
“I don’t know. Kind of, I guess?” Steve’s eyes finally kick up from the floor, meeting Eddie’s gaze with so much open vulnerability that Eddie feels his chest go tight.
“Mostly I just like being with you, man. You have this way of—“ Steve cuts himself off, shrugging again like he can’t help it. “I don’t know. Making all the bad shit disappear for a while? Or maybe not disappear, not really, but more like…you make the big stuff smaller. Like yeah, sure, the worlds fucked and we all have enough trauma to fill marinas fucking trench, but also I look at the way you light up when I reference your nerd game, or the way you put on a fucking show without even thinking about it when you can sense one of the kids needs a distraction, and it makes me feel…” he trails off again, eyes jumping around for a moment like he’s trying to find the right words, before they finally settle back on Eddie. “Whole. Hopeful. Safe. Like, sure, we’ve lost a lot to the upside down, but we haven’t lost everything. I mean, your terrible sense of humor is still intact, after all.” Steve finishes his small speech with a wry twist to his mouth, like he was going for a joke to lighten the mood and missed by a mile.
Eddie feels his chest burst with static, an overwhelming sense of something for this man in front of him. He should be offended—or at least play offended at Steve’s last few words, but he can’t find it in himself to pretend at this moment. There’s so much to unpack in everything Steve’s just said, least of all the fact that he called the Mariana trench marina—which Eddie finds so endearing. He’s aware Dustin finds the slip ups to be annoying at best, but, lord help him, Eddie thinks they’re cute. He thinks Steve is cute.
And here Steve is, standing in front of him and telling Eddie that he makes things less scary—that he makes all of Steve’s biggest problems feel so much less daunting just by existing. He’s standing in front of Eddie telling him that Eddie makes him feel fucking safe and cared for, and oh, fuck he’s so, so unbelievably in love with this boy that it makes him dizzy in this moment. Eddie extends a shaky hand to grip the back of the couch just so he doesn’t fall over.
He’s staring into Steve’s completely unguarded eyes and feeling like he might throw up with the affection and absolute fear he feels in this moment because—
Because it’s absolutely undeniable at this moment.
The sky is blue.
The sun rises in the east, sets in the west.
Eddie Munson is head over heels in love with Steve Harrington.
#sorry this little idea would just NOT leave me alone#what is the context??? no idea!#what were they doing before this started? you decide!#maybe I'll actually flesh this out eventually#lots to think about#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fan fiction#steve harrington/eddie munson#steve harrington/eddie munson fanfiction#my writing
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waiting for us — chapter fifty one. the wedding
cw. smut!, semi-public sex (bathroom), piv, protected sex (shout out to condoms)
wc. 1,965 + 4 ss
a/n: THIS IS UNEDITED. I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED THIS MY GOD. I'm so sorry this took forever...that's my bad <3 hopefully the motivation keeps rolling and i'll finally finish this fic.
The ceremony had been perfect, something right out of the pages of a fairy tale. The venue had been small since they had kept it to close family and friends but it still had been breathtaking. Minghao had made you his best ��man” and there was no place you’d rather be than next to your best friend on the most important day of his life. (and if you cried while they were reciting their vows, you’d never tell. Though Minghao had taken plenty of pictures of you ugly crying to store in his blackmail folder.)
It was probably inappropriate to daydream during a wedding, but Jeongin couldn’t help himself. You were standing up there, looking absolutely breathtaking, it was hardly his fault that his mind had wondered what you would look like, dressed in all white at their own wedding.
If he was honest, he never expected to get married. Well, he supposed that’s wrong. While he does in fact plan on getting married eventually to all his soulmates, before you had come into the picture that had agreed that a ceremony between eight people would be a little hectic. He didn’t need some grand ceremony to show his love but for now, he could dream of seeing you in a wedding dress for now.
The reception is just as gorgeous as the actual wedding, with lavish decorations and a crystal chandelier.
Currently you were being dragged from table to table, both Minghao and Jun introducing you to people like you were their child. (though Minghao would argue that him and Jun were indeed your dads).
From across the room you can feel a pair of eyes on you, practically burning a hole into your flesh from his heated gaze. Jeongin was sat at your assigned table, a drink forgotten in front of him while he stared you down. His gaze is enough to set you aflame, cheeks reddened from how intense his eyes felt against you, not so subtly running along your body. The boy was practically eye fucking you from across the room, not a shameful bone in his body. It was quite distracting as you tried to introduce yourself to Jun’s grandmother.
The two of you make eye contact and it’s impossible to look away, his deep chocolate eyes captivating you. Jeongin’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, your eyes following the movement and the cheeky fucker smirks, knowing he’s caught you in his web. With a subtle nod towards the bathrooms, he gets up, suddenly paying you no mind before striding in the direction he directed you to. It leaves you a little mystified, blinking and frozen in place. You clear your throat, turning to Jun with a small smile.
“Excuse me Junnie,” You mumble before escaping the male’s grasp, but he lets you go easily enough, too caught up in a different conversation.
As you make your way towards the bathrooms there’s a sense of heat that starts to fill your lower belly, a wave on anticipation for whatever Jeongin has up his sleeve. It fills you with excitement, hands practically shaking as you open the door.
The bathrooms are one of those fancy single ones, lights dim and fancy expensive soap. You don’t have time to admire the decore as Jeongin pins you back against the door, the tell tale click of the door being locked. He doesn’t hesitate to press his lips to yours, practically devouring you. It’s all teeth and tongue, groaning into your mouth desperately. The sound goes straight to your pussy.
Jeongin presses against you, already hard in his slacks, hips rutting up against you.
“Fuck. Do you even know how good you look?” His voice is raspy and deep, sounding already so gone. You can’t help but giggle, rather enjoying the effect you have on the boy.
“Mm, I have no idea,” You singsong. “Maybe you should tell me,” Your words illicit another groan from the boy before he’s picking you up and carrying you over to the counter and setting you down there. Perhaps the way he had lifted you up like it was nothing turned you on further, it would seem your baby bread has been accompaning his hyungs to the gym more often.
Jeongin runs his hands up until they’re splayed across your thighs, easy access thanks to the slit in your dress. His lips are on yours again, this time much softer, taking his time to savor your taste. Meanwhile his hands grope and squish at the soft flesh of your thighs, fingers running up until they hook under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.
You let out a gasp as his long fingers make contact with your wet core and Jeongin takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your awaiting mouth. You’re completely at his mercy, deft fingers circling your clit and his tongue stealing your breath away.
“So wet,” His voice is deep, slightly gruff as he nips at your now swollen tiers. “Eager are we?” The cocky tone makes you want to roll your eyes at him, but they’re rolling to the back of your head anyway as he easily slides a digit into your core, a whine falling from your lips. “Look so good like this for me,”
You can vaguely hear the sound of the music that’s blasting in the venue, the walls of the bathroom muting it but even then, the sound of your slick echoes lewdly in your ear and it heats your body up.
Jeongin is so content like this, watching you fall apart on the counter, soft moans filtering from your lips as he’s lazily thrusts his fingers into you. As much as he would love to take his time with you, his cock is starting to ache, still trapped in the confines of his slacks.
“Can I fuck you baby?” He asks against your ear, pressing soft kisses to your earlobe and trailing them down your neck. You nod your head, probably a little too eagerly but there’s pretty much nothing on your mind besides Jeongin’s cock splitting you in half. But then you remember something important and it makes you whine.
“Innie…you don’t have a condom do you?”
The question makes him freeze and if he wasn’t literally two fingers deep in your cunt you would have laughed at his bewildered facial expression. But then suddenly he’s pulling out of you, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of his fingers filling you up. Jeongin is frantically patting at his slacks, as if searching for something, leaving you slightly baffled at the sight. Finally he pulls his wallet out and from it, produces a singular condom.
“Seungminnie hyung said I should keep one in my wallet just in case…never really thought anything about it. I’m gonna kiss that man later,” His words make you snort, shaking your head at how silly he is. But if you were honest, you’d probably kiss Seungmin later for the same reason.
The two of you don’t waste anymore time, remembering you are in a public space, at your best friends wedding for goodness sake. In your defense, your brain is no longer working, especially when Jeongin is bending you over the (very nice) counter, moving the skirt of your dress aside and slipping your panties down your legs.
You arch your back just slightly, legs spreading to give the boy a peak at your glistening folds and Jeongin swears he could probably cum in his pants. He’s quick to slide the condom over his almost painful erection, coming close to press his chest to your back, trailing kisses along your shoulder. He ruts his cock against your soaked core before positioning in front of your entrance. With how aroused you are, it’s an easily glide in, just a slight stretch that feels all too good.
Jeongin lets out a borderline pornographic moan when he bottoms out, your wet warm heat squeezing his cock feels heavenly and he already knows he’s not gonna last very long. He shudders against your body as he holds you tightly, large hands splayed across your torso.
“Fuck- You feel so fucking good,” He groans, needing just a second to calm himself down before he blows his load already. You can barely register his words, not faring any better. The sensation of being so full, of having your soulmates cock buried inside your heat is a feeling you don’t think you’ll ever get used to.
The two of you simply relish in the moment for a second and while maybe Jeongin might have jumped the gun on your first time together, he promises that the next time he’ll take his time to savor you. For now he just wants to feel you coming apart on his cock.
He moves his hips rather expertly, rocking into you with strong thrusts and you feel yourself further melting into the cool counter, the drag of Jeongin’s cock against your gummy walls feels too fucking good. Any and all thoughts are leaving your head, the only thing you care about is the heady pleasure that builds steadily in the pit of your stomach.
Jeongin is pressed flush against your back, sucking marks into your skin and whispering sweet dirty words into your ear and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak.
“Such a good girl, hm? Taking my cock so well. You feel so good baby…I’m not gonna last long,” He nips at the back of your ear and you nod your head in agreement.
“Innie! I-Innie…” You’re mumbling his name over and over like a chant, your walls clenching around his length sporatically. “I’m so close…gonna, gonna cum,” You gasp out, the rubber band threatening to snap each time the tip of his cock hits that spot deep inside of you. He brings a finger to your clit, rubbing the swollen button in circles.
“Go ahead baby, cum all over my cock,” He says with a grunt, thrusts somehow getting even harsher and the sound of skin slapping reverberates against the walls.
It doesn’t take much longer before you’re gushing around his cock, coming with a whimper. Jeongin does his best to fuck you through your orgasm but with the way your walls clench around him has him spilling into the condom not too far after you. Both of you need a moment to catch your breath, slowly coming down from the euphoria of such an act. Jeongin seems to collect himself before you, not even noticing him pulling out. You only finally come out of your haze when you feel something damp against your skin.
Jeongin is cleaning you up, even if he didn’t cum inside, you can still feel your own release against your thighs. Slowly, he also helps you pull your panties back up before picking you up to settle you on the counter. He fusses over you, smoothing your hair down and fixing your dress and your heart flutters in your chest at how attentive the younger boy is after having just dicked you down. You giggle before wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a sweet kiss, one that he happily melts into.
When you two pull away, he’s giving you that bright fox-like smile, dimples practically blinding you as he helps you off the counter.
“C’mon baby. Let’s go dance and hope that your friends didn’t notice your disappearance,” You snort.
“Even if they didn’t, I think the hickies speak for themselves,” Jeongin has the gall to blush, his tongue running along his teeth.
“Sorry, not sorry,”
“You are such a brat,”
“Guilty!”
You roll your eyes, spanking him before moving towards the door.
“Let’s go dance baby bread,”
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The only choice
Love love love the idea of real-world fish biology applying to merfolk
Warning(s): yandere behavior, forced unconsciousness, biting
"You thinking 'bout that cute little betta fishy again~?" Floyd playfully asked.
"W-why would you think that...?" Azul asked, looking away.
"You've been quite obsessed with them recently." Jade said.
"I... suppose you're right..." Azul admitted. "But... I have no idea how I'd even approach them..."
"You 'don't know how to approach them'?" Floyd asked. "That's stupid. You have ten limbs, just grab 'em and make them talk to you."
"Grab them?!" Azul yelled out in surprise. "No- I-I can't do something like that to them! They'd hate me!"
"It may be your only choice, Azul." Jade said. "Use your venom if you have to."
"...maybe you two are right."
He's never actually... you know, spoken to you...
But that will change soon! Soon, soon, you'll be closer than you've ever been before.
You were a beautiful betta-mer with a dark blue and red colouration, your fins were like those things humans wear... what are they called again? Oh right, a dress! Your fins made it look like you were wearing a fancy dress.
Azul couldn't help but feel like he was in love with you.
You looked so... lovely. So he needs you to become his.
Maybe just... grabbing you like the twins suggested is his only option. Maybe he just needs to... paralyze you... and take you for his own.
That would be so easy.
You would be his.
You would be his soon, so soon.
As you were out for a short swim one day, you felt something grab your tail. You thought it was some seaweed, so you shook it off and continued along.
Then, it grabbed you again. And this time it tugged you back. Then it grabbed you a bit further up, and tugged you back with more force.
"Hello, (Y/N)~"
You turned around to see a merman with pale purple skin, grey hair and blue eyes. Instead of a tail, he had tentacles... you were fairly surprised, as octopus merfolk are quite the uncommon sight around here.
"Who... w-who are you...?" You asked.
"Oh right, you don't know who I am... my apologies for not introducing myself, darling." He apologized, placing his hand on your cheek. "My name is Azul Ashengrotto."
"Why did you... grab me like this...?" You asked, brushing some of his tentacles off of you.
"It's because... I love you." A blue blush spread across his face. "And this was my only option."
"What-? No it wasn't!" You yelled out. "Y-you had countless other options!"
"No, I didn't, (Y/N)." Azul stared into your eyes. "If I, an octopus, told you I was in love you... there's no way you would accept!"
Azul grabbed your arm, and his tentacles wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to him and keeping you from struggling too much.
"I'm sorry about this, (Y/N)... but I have to do this."
Azul bit you on the arm.
You screamed out in pain as you felt his teeth pierce your flesh.
You freaked out and tried to escape his grasp, but you couldn't.
"Don't worry darling, it's not a lethal amount." Azul assured you, letting go of your arm and lifting up his head. His teeth were coated with something... not blood, not ink... some kind of yellow substance. "Just enough to paralyze you for a short while."
You were breathing heavily, you could feel your body going numb, starting from where he bit you.
"Please, don't panic. It'll be ok if you just relax." Azul told you. "I'll make sure you don't die. You trust me, right?"
There was a horrible, throbbing pain in your head. Your chest felt tight. You were dizzy and felt like you were about to feint.
"You'll be just fine, darling." He seemed very happy with himself. "Oh! My mother will be delighted to meet you! Come on, let's go, (Y/N)!"
You could barely tell what was real.
As Azul pulled you along with him, he eventually realized that you were being suspiciously quiet.
"Oh dear, they're unconscious..." Azul said to himself.
You looked so adorable while asleep.
"I'm so glad I did this... because now I have you, here with me forever. All mine, only mine..." He sighed contently, pulling you into a hug. "It seems my only choice was the right one to make in the end."
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So once again random poly erasermic headcanon for cat quirk darling. This is inspired by my own cat when I trimmed her nail it made me wonder how that would translate to a person with a cat quirk. I had written out a whole explanation of how I thought the claws would translate to a human hand but let's be honest no one wants to hear that so I'll jump to what we're all here for.
I imagine at least Aizawa had considered that they might have to forcibly trim your nails after 'rehoming' you but the need didn't arise until you actually scratched one of them.
Maybe it was intentional maybe not but either way I imagine within a few hours after the incident you're approached by both of them and they announce what's going to happen. Your nails are getting trimmed one way or another and it'll either be an easy or forceful process.
I guess depending on your choice it'll go one of two ways. You could comply and one of them would grab your hands and (kinda humiliatingly) gently squeeze your fingies to expand the claws and carefully clip them. It would proooobably be Aizawa trimming your nails (claws?) while Hizashi coos at you for being so good :((( if you let him he'd probably pat your head too and once Aizawa finishes he also plants a couple solid pats on top of your head:(((( your ears probably react so cutely too just by the nature of being cat ears.
Oh my god and if Aizawa somehow manages to fuck up and cut too far and ends up catching the quick they'd feel sooooooo bad:'(((((( obviously, that would hurt very bad and start rapidly bleeding, instinctively you retract your hand and hold it to yourself wincing:((((((( Hizashi jumps to comfort you wrapping his arm around your back while trying to gently coax you to give them your hand so they can perform first aid, even if your hesitant they wouldn't be mad cause they know this probably hurts a lot (it does) and it's harder to be rational in situations like this:'''(((((
Depending on your pain tolerance there's a very good chance you're crying and whimpering and they feel SOOOO BAD (as they should tbh). I think Hizashi applies a little styptic powder (it's for stuff like this to stop bleeding) and wraps a little bandage around the finger (giving a soft kiss to the finger if you let him). During this Aizawa has a hand on either your shoulder or head and gently apologizes for his mistake, you're probably not paying the most attention to the things being said to you but you do hear it lmao.
They definitely make it up to you somehow probably in a manner specific to you. Something like your favorite meal you haven't had in a while or some new stuff (within reason) you've expressed interest in. They both probably say sorry a couple more times since you were so obedient and they still hurt you.
If you're,,, not obedient however,,,,
Depending on your history Aizawa probs expected you to put up a fight. Having someone else force trim your nails is embarrassing enough but these clowns???? No way you were not gonna let them. Hizashi is disappointed but it's not a very long struggle to get you under control. It's two grown pro hero men what did you expect.
You might have gotten some good scratches or even bites in but eventually, Aizawa is able to get behind and grab both your wrists, holding them out in front of you for Hizashi to handle trimming. This is far from an ideal situation since even though you're tired, you can still do many things to struggle. Simply curling your hands into fists, trying to turn and bite Aizawa, and just struggling as an action will make it much harder for Hizashi to be careful when trimming your nails to not actually cut any flesh.
In this scenario where you're fighting tooth and nail, you're almost guaranteed to get hurt. When he inevitably cuts your finger or the quick of your nail and you cry out trying to pull back on yourself, they feel much less bad. As expected they definitely blame you for this, if you hadn't struggled you wouldn't have gotten hurt but they still feel sympathetic.
They probably have to force the first-aid again but aren't as understanding of any resistance, by this point they're also getting tired and annoyed with your behavior. Once Hizashi is able to wrestle the injured hand from you and apply treatment they probably punish you still for being so insubordinate.
It's probably nothing serious, just locking you in your room without entertainment though you probably still get dinner brought to you.
Overall,,,,,,,, they're kinda annoying tbh
For such a silly concept this post was wayyy longer than expected, I'm kinda just spitting out my thots all the time so it's never given any quality control
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will maybe flesh this out fully into a fic but. young vet auing w/ @swifty-fox bc they asked what canon deaths i diddd keep in the au and...bubbles </3
which really makes shit hit the fan because its an IED. and croz rationally knows the EODs cant possibly prevent every little thing. but he's heartbroken and angry and his friends are who he feels safe to take it out on so he snaps. gets really into it with bucky, and brady (who as mentioned in esos is also an EOD) steps in to break it up- but then croz gets mean to him too so he's like actually you know what bucky whack him again!!! i'll help!!!
eventually it's *actually* broken up by gale and rosie. rosie gets ordained to croz duty and tells him to c'mon, they can take a walk or something. which maybe wasn't his brightest idea when he bites back with "oh i'll pass , might not be safe y'know," looking over his shoulder to make sure bucky and brady caught that. gale has to keep them both from lunging back across the room towards him.
its fine. war is hell. its fine.
#agitated crosby about the ammo shed thing made my brain go whirrrr#he’s a soft boy but he can snap bad when he wants to#young vets au#john brady#bucky egan#harry crosby#john egan#gale cleven#robert rosie rosenthal#robert rosenthal#rosie rosenthal#buck cleven
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Losing his spark: Cayde-6 x Solar Guardian reader
so, my first actual full fic. Don't get your hopes up, I've no idea if this is any good or makes any sense, tried to keep it as in character as possible. It's barely proofread and I'm only like 4 hours sleep so excuse any typos but fingers crossed it all makes some sense.
as always, have a good day lovlies and I hope you enjoy xoxox
WARNINGS: Death, injury detail, angst and violence under the cut, if you can't handle these please scroll away, I promise I'll write something fluffy and sweet.
Well, this wasn't going as expected.
Cayde and yourself had been trusted with what was supposed to be a simple in and out mission. Into the cabal stronghold, grab the intel (maybe shoot a few bad guys and look good doing it) then back to the tower in time for some piping hot ramen. His plan was flawless. or as you had called it "winging it".
Praise was reserved for quiet moments, whispers about how you were his favourite, how he had never seen such a bright solar spark in all his years at the tower, just so he could watch the blush bloom onto your cheeks and your smile. Oh, your smile, he would set aside what little pride and dignity he had to see it just once. You could point at any star in the night sky and if you asked, he would retrieve it for you. If only he had the guts to tell you this. He would eventually. He had plans, a clear summer night, hot ramen, something strong to drink with a nice kick. Just the two of you.
Well, you had always been overly cautious, but it worked surprisingly well for the pair of you. Cayde, the man with the plan and a slightly headstrong attitude and you, cautious and always with 6 back up plans. That's what he loved about you, of course, he wouldn't say that out loud, no, he had a reputation to maintain.
The mission was going well. the pair of you had crept into the cabal's stronghold unseen. Suspiciously easy. That's when all hell broke loose. The plan was lock tight. They shouldn't have known you were there but now both of you were up shit creek without a paddle...or a boat...or a life jacket. Someone must have tipped them off. Legionaries, phalanxes, gladiators, centurions, and war beasts surged out of every doorway and corridor. It was nothing either of you couldn't handle.
He thought.
As bullets flew the pair of you slowly drifted apart, swamped by cabal, the well-oiled machine the pair of you were when fighting started to rust. Soon you were just a distant blur of solar energy. His little firefly, his solar flare. He couldn't stand and watch though, as shot after shot was fired from his trusty hand cannon into the swam of red.
The ambush was thinning, he knew the pair of you would pull through you always did.
Then he felt it.
As if a part of his own light was ripped from his very being. A tidal wave that rocked the whole room, he had to catch himself from being thrown against the wall as the pure light that surged through the area bowled him over, knocking the wind out of him. No. Not you.
The red tide didn't stop, but the surprise of the explosion gave him the perfect window to see the despair as your ghosts shattered shell, lightless, scattered across the floor. The scream trapped in your throat as the gladiator speared you onto its cabal serverus blade, the stench of searing flesh permeating the air, the way your legs buckled, and body thudded against the floor as the gladiator kicked you off its blade.
The war beast that clamped down onto his left arm causing him to drop his hand cannon was first to feel his retribution. Snapping out of his trance he grits his teeth, throwing the war beast with such force it dented the steel wall behind him and grabbing ace he reloads and unleashes hell. Shot after shot echoed over the roaring screams of the cabal. Bones crunched, tendons snapped and popped until all that was left was the gladiator, your body at its feet in a gasping crumpled mess.
Cayde saw red. He doesn't know how many rounds he pumped into the gladiator. He doesn't remember ripping its jaw apart as he screams in pure unbridled anger. He doesn’t remember being beating it into a bloody unrecognisable mess.
The red tide was now a red sea. Cayde had spilt enough blood in his lifetime, and he would spill more in future. But now wasn't the time to dwell on his crimson-stained past.
It was Sundance who snapped him out of his anger, his body tense, chest heaving. "Cayde....they need you" Sundance says quietly.
Cayde is at your side in an instant, hand barely able to cover the ragged wound in your abdomen as he pulls you onto his lap. "No no no no no" he mumbles his hand instantly soaked in your blood. You had always been a paragon of strength, the pair of you often rough and tumbling in the tower, sparring in the training room, but now in his arms you felt fragile, body trembling as you gulped for air.
"h-hey" you rasped weakly a pained smile on your face. "We...we sure showed them."
He choked on his words "Yeah, we sure did”.
"I’m sorry"
Why were you apologising? You shouldn't be apologising. He should have been beside you; he should have been better; he should have done more. It should have been him. His thoughts fly a million miles an hour.
"Don't you dare apologise" he rasps, his voice synthesiser becoming more staticky.
"I'm sorry we couldn't have been more" you whisper, his hands stroke your hair as he rocks you gently.
"Wasn’t supposed to be like this. Was supposed to take you back home, treat you real nice" he growls in frustration. He couldnt loose you, not now. Not after there was so much he wanted to do, so many words left unsaid. He had saved so many cheesy pick up plines, so many date ideas, crimson day, festival of the lost, the dawning festival.
He had plans for every single one with you beside him. He removes your helmet, if he was going to say this if he was going to hold you in your final moments, he wanted to see those eyes he loved so much. the ones he would think about late at night, the ones he longed to see when he would turn in bed to the emptiness of cold sheets. Sheets that would remain cold. That would never see your warmth.
"Oh yeah? tell…Tell me about it" You begin to cough, and his arms tighten around you, he can feel the visceral rattling gurgle that accompanies each breath and he knows it will haunt him.
"Was gonna take you to that ramen spot in the city, you know, the really nice one in the city, has the pretty lanterns outside? yeah, I’d get you whatever you wanted, on me, really spoil you. Then I’d take you to our spot-"
"That little overlook on the city wall?" your voice, quiet and scratchy barely reaches his audio receptors.
He nods smiling through the pain to keep you relaxed, he had time to scream and shout and cry later, right now you were the only important thing "that's the one. Bring with us a little something to drink and watch the sunset. Maybe we would have a little slow dance under the stars. Always said I’d take you dancing one day didn't I?" the static in his voice was becoming more prominent as he had to force the words out, willing his body to stop trembling, trying to comfort you.
“Sounds nice”
“Then I'd tell you everything, everything I should have told you months ago” he mumbles burring his face in your hair, if he could cry he's sure he would be in floods, just another reason he despised his exo body.
“It's okay, I knew”.
“You knew?”
You weakly nod and struggle to put on a smile, bloody lips barely managing to up turn, your face was pale. You were fading fast, trickling through his fingers like sand and no matter how hard he tried it was like trying to catch water with a siv. “Always knew. I love you to”.
He can feel your faint heartbeat getting harder and harder to pick up under his blood-soaked fingers.
“I love you”.
Sundance didn’t have the heart to tell him they were already gone before he said those three words. She wasn’t ever going to tell him.
You knew.
You had always known.
Traveler help the poor bastard who tipped off the cabal about their arrival. Because no force within the known galaxy could protect them from Cayde-6
#destiny 2#cayde 6#x reader#cayde-6 x reader#angst#cayde 6 x reader#fanfic#reader dies#reader insert
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are you listening?
☁️ ꒰ est. relationship yoongi x fem!reader
🍃 ⋯ "your beauty– it's blinding" + "yeah, whatever"
I. It hasn't been long since you started dating Yoongi, but somehow it felt like forever.
In the five months of casual hang-outs, late night drives, and afternoon walks in the nearby park below your apartment building– along with the dreaded push and pull between you two– like a twisted rope, ratted out from the tension, in between the stolen glances and laughing in the other's direction, you two have been going strong.
Around the fourth month of causually– and borderline flirting with each other– you and Yoongi decide to take thing in another level, that is actually dating.
Though the status of your relationship changed, things stayed the same. In the same routine as the last three months, you wake up grab breakfast over to Yoongi's hang around in the morning, studying or casually lying down on his godly, amazing couch.
Lunch is usually outside, then the slow walk in the afternoon to your apartment building were he stays in your place for dinner, eventually sleeping in your place, or going out for late night drives.
At the end of the day, it's just the two of you, still the two of you, and only the two of you.
"Are you even listening?"
Looking around to your left, the warm afternoon sunsets fills your sight, and in front of you, is your boyfriend– in flesh. Yoongi himself, basking in the orange-pink sky, illuminating him even more.
"Hmm?" You tilt your head, seemingly forgetting the words leaving his mouth– your ears barely function as your eyes drown in all his beauty.
Yours.
"Don't tell me you're getting bored of me already?" Yoongi's lips form a small pout, as he crosses his arms together, eyes forming the same squint when he first heard you order iced Americano topped with milk.
Biting back the laughter forming in your lips, you shake your head– hard– denying his teasing accusations against you.
"You should know it's your fault I'm not hearing clearly. You're beauty– it's blinding, and now I can't hear clearly."
Yoongi scoffs at your sweet words, seemingly unaffected on the outside, unaware of how your make his heart beat like he's doing a thousand somersaults.
"Yeah, whatever." Brushing it off casually, Yoongi makes an effort in looking away at your teasing glances.
There was silence for a while, only hearing the gentle breeze of the wind, leaves rustling under the grass, holding on from being blown away by the wind.
"Yah!" Yoongi shouts, breaking the silence before pointing at you accusingly. "How is that possible? When did not seeing properly correlate to not hearing well?"
You smile in his direction, body facing his, fully listening to his words. "You took your time thinking of a reply there didn't you?"
Raising your brows, Yoongi avoids your eyes stuttering his excuses. "Whatever– you can't say shit like that and expect me not to react."
You smile to yourself proud.
In the same way, Yoongi steals glances over you, watching each of your expression unfold in front of him. A small smile creeping on his lips.
"Maybe I'll say it more often, so you get used to it. Make sure you're listening well okay?" Looking up, your catch Yoongi staring at you.
And quickly soon both of you look away, flustered and feeling warm over the whole situation.
It seems as though, despite how things sfeel like forever, you and Yoongi were fairly new to dating eachother, there was something else that you felt towards Yoongi unlike any other.
You were always listening.
You're listening to your feelings, and definitely to Yoongi's.
#yoongi x you#yoongi x reader#yoongi fluff#bts fluff#bts scenarios#bts x you#bts x reader#yoongi scenarios#yoongi x y/n#yoongi x oc
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Hii, if you don’t mind and if it isn’t too difficult, could you maybe create a list of all the different Max and Daniel’s in your au’s and give very brief descriptions of them and their relationship? And saying what fic they belong to? Sometimes I get a little confused 😭
Allo! This one is gonna be probably a long post. and I apologize from now for my potentially shitty descriptions😭 All can be found on my Maxiel Masterlist 1 and Masterlist 2. I do have a lot of stories, but I'll only talk about the ones that feature the most in my ask box currently.
Lets start with Enchanted AU - Daniel is a Disney Princess with magical powers. Max is Max. They meet in Monaco and Max is confused and in love. fluffy, funny, tooth rottingly cute
De-Aged Daniel AU- Daniel gets Exchanged with a younger version of himself (as of right now, he is 5yrs old). Max is Max. Max is taking care of Little Daniel, Older Daniel is at his Parents' house in the past. Currently a prompt fic, and i am woefully behind
Tennis AU - Daniel is a Tennis Pro, Max is Max. They meet at the Monaco GP. Very feral and horny for each other. Horny wag daniel before horny wag Daniel AU
Horny Wag Daniel - Max is Max, Daniel is a model/influencer/we never really fleshed that out. Only lives as tumblr ask prompts. Actually feral about each other. Turns marketing people's lives upside down (i hope that link works)
Sponsor Max AU - Max is a high powered/wealthy Vcarb sponsor. Daniel is Daniel. Max is obsessed about Daniel and uses his power, wealth and influence to get what he wants. fairly dubcon. currently (using this loosely) being written as an actual story but most lives in tumblr ask prompts
Harem Verse- ok so the problem with this one, we went through so many different prompts before it became a harem that theres no reasonable way to tag this properly (sorry). They're all drivers, except Josh. Daniel has like 5 boyfriends on the grid- Max, Lewis, Carlos, Charles, George. And then Josh. this started out as like a jealous Max over pregnant Daniel verse and spiralled into its own universe of beautiful chaos
Alpha Max vs Grid Kids - unfortunately I don't remember the actual tag for this one, but essentially its Alpha Max complaining that Omega Daniel is spending too much time taking care of his grid kids (Oscar, Liam, Jack, Logan and Zhou i think) and neglecting him and then eventually became the grid kids claiming Max as their grid dad
Adore You Verse - Mafia/Organized Crime AU. Daniel and Max are high ranking members of their organizations. Action fics, 95,523 words. Daniel deals with a lot of isolation and grief in parts
Reclamation AU - Angsty, slow burn, getting back together. Alt universe where no one is a driver. Max and Daniel had a really bad break up, and they eventually make up. 73,191 words
Mob Wife Daniel - Max is a bodyguard, Daniel is the wife of Chr*stian, a high ranking mob boss. Originally an poly pairing but for obvious reasons we strayed from that and actually kinda strayed from this au all together. Mobwife Daniel is very unhinged and dangerous and Max loves it
I hope that was all of them!
#maxiel multiverse#mob wife daniel#adore you verse#reclamation#de aged daniel#tennis au#alpha max#harem baby bump gate#sponsor max#enchanted au#answered#anonymous
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Listening to Scary Love by The Neighbourhood lately (and some other songs) and it's got me thinking of Wayleska but with kind of a role reversal.
I'm thinking an alternate universe where it's slightly more... Normal, I guess? Like Jerome wasn't/isn't some madman locked up in Arkham. Maybe him and Jeremiah live together, maybe Jeremiah doesn't have his bunker, or maybe he still does but Jerome didn't start killing people. Idk.
The main point is that Jeremiah and Bruce become friends (somehow, not sure yet, literally just woke up and this is where my brain went so it's not fully fleshed out or anything). And everything is great, they're best friends, there's some feelings they dance around, it seems all cute and innocent. But in reality, Bruce has become obsessive and stalks Jeremiah.
Maybe he's become paranoid about losing the ones he cares about. Maybe he's just so in love but doesn't know how to say it and he's never been in love before and all he knows is that he can't bear to be away for too long.
Eventually, Jeremiah finds out. He's afraid at first, like anyone would be, but Bruce starts to ramble out how much he loves Jeremiah. And, well, Jeremiah never had someone love him before, especially not so strongly, and he does love Bruce too. It's sweet, really, if he thinks about it. Unable to part from the one he loves, wanting nothing more than to protect him and be near him. It's poetry.
They're so very in love and so obsessed with each other it's unhealthy. But parting them causes more harm, and really, they shouldn't inflict their obsessive nature onto anyone else. They're horribly perfect for each other.
I might actually try writing something for this... Who knows if it'll get done, but hey I'll try lol.
#jeremiah valeska#bruce wayne#wayleska#gotham#maybe jerome comes around after they're together and wreaks havoc on their relationship
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(Forever crashed so I guess I get to write the ending now. The AU one because no lore for us... Sadness at the computer. Maybe tomorrow they can squeeze it in before purgatory, but that seems tight... I'm choosing to mean lore wise Forever just passed out somewhere because suffering but anyway this fic assumes they got to talk. Which they didn't.)
"... And then he gave me this," Forever hands Philza the book.
Philza looks, and reads it, and hands it back. He does not say anything; Forever's heartbeat picks up for the few moments of silence, before Philza opens up his arms.
"Come here," Philza says. "You look like you need it, mate."
Forever does not hesitate. He falls into Philza's arms, tucking his face into his neck while fingers reach up and combo through his burnt hair. Philza's other arm wraps protectively across his back, the two remaining in silence for a while.
They stand, and Forever is rocked a while. Neither of them speak, neither of them cry, but Forever shakes and absorbs every tiny bit of warmth and kindness he can. His burns and the corrupted flesh sting, but in someone's arms it is a little easier to handle.
"Sounds rough," Philza eventually says. "Do you want to get cleaned up at mine...? I have bandages and shit."
Forever never wants to move from where he is, but he knows he must. He nods against Philza's arm, but needs nudging to actually move and warp across to Phil & Missa. He held his hand the entire way to their little pond and shower, Chayanne's beloved pool, and Philza leads him into the water.
If the touch stung, the water is agony; Forever gasps at it on his raw skin.
"You're okay," Philza says, voice soft. "Start washing up - look under the lip for shampoo and stuff. I'll just get the first aid kit."
Forever nods, and Philza disappears, and he tries to find the shampoo - he really does - but none of his body will respond.
It's a sort of haze that confuses him when Philza returns. Forever barely notices as Philza also strips down, slipping into the water with him.
"It's just me," Philza keeps his voice soft, and Forever just manages to turn to him. "I'll get your hair, you just relax."
Relaxing seems impossible, but then Philza's hands weave into his hair. Despite the tangles, despite the brittle burnt patches, somehow he manages not to pull. Philza hums and Forever drifts, even as the cleaning is moved from his hair to his body.
He wants to enjoy it, but with everything...
"We'll need to cut it," Philza says of his hair. "But it'll be fine for now. Where are you hurt?"
"Arms, mostly," that one Forever can manage. After he says it he hesitates a little, and then begins listing everything else.
"That's shitty," Philza says.
Forever laughs - yes, yes it is shitty.
Philza is surprisingly gentle with the corruption on Forever's arm. He asks no questions, but Forever can see them in his eyes. Instead it is just washed with a gentle cloth and touches - the burns are harder, but still Philza gets everything sorted. First with water, then the alcohol - Forever does not scream, but he does cry.
"It'll be over soon," Philza says as he wipes Forever's arms down, covers them properly, and bandages over the wounds. "Just a little more."
To treat Forever's legs they have to get out of the bath; Philza pulls out a chair that looks suspiciously like one of of Pac or Mike's, and lets him sit there while he works. A towel is tossed over his shoulders, but most of him had already been dried to bandage it.
"They really did a number on you, huh?"
"Yeah," Forever tries to laugh, but it comes out a little weak. "It was a lot."
"I can tell," Philza agrees. "Usually I'm the one escaping parties - do you want to stay the night?"
It's an offer Forever knows is not made lightly, despite its flippant tone. To be asked that, after everything, can only mean Philza is worried. A past version of him would have been delighted - this time, having missed Bobby, hurting and tired and perhaps bound to a fate of betrayal... He isn't sure he can.
"Please?"
And there's something a little broken in Philza's voice, something which proves more has happened than he told. It's fine, Forever understands, he'll ask in the morning. Sleep now, pry later when he feels a little more alive.
"Okay," he replies.
The quiet tone, the lackluster reply - something of it makes Philza look up.
He cups one of Forever's cheeks, and draws their eyes together.
"I care," he says. "I don't care what happened, only that you're safe. Alright? I still trust you. I've got your back."
It's too intense, it's too honest; Forever has to look away.
"Did anything happen... to you?" he hesitates the question a little.
Philza shrugs, "just a weird dream. Nothing like everyone else."
"Tell me?"
"In the morning," and its a promise when its said in that tone. "No worrying about anyone else until you've slept some, ok? And eaten? Toast then bed?"
"I will worry, though."
"I promise you I'm fine."
Philza takes Forever's hand and places it over his chest. Forever feels his heartbeat for one moment, two. It's calm enough, and steady. He breathes in, and out, and allows Philza to replace the towel with some of his own clothes.
"I can go get yours if you like," Philza offers. "But, figured these were easier to put on hurt."
Months ago, Forever would have given anything for this. Now, though, now he allows himself to be dressed, and, once it is done, reaches out for Philza's arms.
He's scooped up, carried indoors - tucked into a bed that has not been used in months, and kept safe.
Philza sits beside him, offering a slice of avocado toast and some juice. With the juice comes painkillers.
To Forever, Philza might as well be a gift from a god for those alone.
"You'll be alright," Philza promises. "Nothing unintended is on fire - and I fixed up the shit we blew up by mistake - so just get some sleep. You look like you need it, king."
"It's been a month," Forever laughs. "I'm not sure I remember how."
Philza shrugs off his backpack - and, more surprisingly, the little cape he wears beneath it. His shoulders shift oddly, then he lays at Forever's side. An arm pulls him closer, and a tattered wing reaches out to hide him from sight.
"I've got you," Philza says. "Just shut your eyes."
"You'll be here when I wake you?"
"Of course. Will you?"
Forever finds Philza's hand, and squeezes it. "Yes."
"Then good night, Forever. I'll see you soon."
The wing shifts, and makes everything dark - Philza's arm draws Forever closer, every limb curling protectively around him.
"I missed you, idiot," Philza says. "It's not the same without you here."
The words feel light; Forever smiles a little, and pretends he knows how to sleep.
And perhaps, perhaps, if he pretends long enough it will actually happen.
#qsmp fanfic#qsmp forever#qsmp philza#hurt/comfort#spoilers#i hit post limit :(#so I've scheduled this for 2 minutes after reset time so I don't forget lol#and I'm not allowed to touch any posts until the event tomorrow except for in my queue#and even that's turned down to 1#just in case
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tell us about baseball au
fglkjadflkjsdaf I can talk about baseball au all day my dude! (i mean i can talk about any au anyway cause its my fav thing to do lmao)
Okay so I actually have two, one is a high school one, it's a bit darker and handles difficult topics but gold plays baseball and silver starts coming to his games, v cute stuff
The au in which baseball is the focus is pro baseball one (i came up with it on the way home from watching the astros get absolutely wrecked and i needed to cheer myself up LOL) its pokespe cause i can manipulate some stuff for example
-Green's grandfather was a pro ball player and when he was a kid he got sent off to live with Chuck who was a coach and trained him non stop
-something with silver and the masked man but idk didn't flesh that out too much but whatever it was is sad... i think his dad was a pro player or owned a team or something and he got kidnapped for a long time idk tho
-buttttt our main players (everyone is an adult so age gaps don't really mean anything?) are gold, silver, red, green, lance, surge, koga, bugsy, ruby, few others on the team really just characters I like
-Yellow is our Physical therapist cause she's got the powers lol
-Blue is like media/marketing/PR she's sometimes a little shady but its fine
-Crys is an assistant coach or something, half the players are scared of her which is fun, gold constantly talks back to her (ends up running laps a lot lol)
-ships would be gold/silver, red/green but i feel like they would be more background? the focus here is the team its like a sports anime mixed with slice of life
-just their regular season and the hijinks they get into
-its not a very serious au and there is no real plot except them playing ball and trying to win it all (they do)
-there's also an ongoing joke that no one knows who the head coach is
-pokemon are still a thing but like that one episode of Alola so is baseball LOL maybe they have their partners on the field?? IDK
-eventually i'll flush this out more but i've got 50thousand other ongoing fics cause you know I get an idea and i start writing haha
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I seem to remember you mentioning in a post somewhere that you were planning on having Callie adopt Shadow as well. Is that still happening or am I completely making it up and you never said that?
Good memory!
So yeeeaaaah, here's the thing about that.
When I first created Callie, her backstory was a lot different. I changed it about a week before I wrote the most current chapter of Fall of the Status Quo.
Originally, Callie was Maria.
I've got something on here explaining my headcanon for their story, and bits of writing of Maria meeting Shadow and interacting with him and everything, and I have a story in mind that goes through everything she and Shadow went through on the Ark. Whether I actually get it written is in the air.
She eventually gets fed up with how they're treating the boy and tries to get him out of there. Things go to shit, she's shot, and Shadow's hauled away. A few soldiers loyal to Gerald get her out of there, patched up, and she changes her name to avoid being found by General Towers, the dude in charge of the Ark. She's told the whole site was scrubbed, meaning everything involved in it was destroyed--Shadow included.
She lost her boy, and was so hurt by everything she never wanted to get close to anyone else.
Why'd I change it?
Because it would have weakened Shadow's motivation. Finding out that the one person he loved most and thought was dead is alive--whew, good thing he didn't have to go through any personal struggles or layers of grief!--would have taken everything that is Shadow and tossed it aside.
And I finally realized that Callie being Maria was actually kinda dumb.
So I nixed it. I think Cal's backstory works better for her, and it makes her a person in her own right and not just someone that people should care about because she was Actually Someone Important all along!
Will I bring Shadow in? That's up in the air. I need to know how to handle him, and right now I don't. Maybe when the 3rd movie comes out I'll have ideas for him, but right now, I don't have his personality fleshed out well enough to warrant bringing him in. And I have a hard enough time with my current multi-chapter fics, I'd need to have a whole new one to bring in Shads, which I don't have the energy for right now.
If he does show up, I figure he and Cal can bond over losing someone they should have protected, and failed to do so. The one person they each loved and would have given their lives for is gone, all while protecting them.
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havent seen the official character descriptions from the banished trailer posted so Im putting them here
the keys on reptile's belt make me wonder if after leaving home he eventually became the jailer for shang tsung's flesh pits, as we saw him in the trailer when he came to talk to johnny and kung lao. That, or he's just a simple rogue/thief boy and those are merely his tools.
Also I was wrong, they ARE namedropping zaterra (but I mean why wouldnt they). They also note that while he was bullied, he left on his own rather than being thrown out. There's nothing in his description that could indicate if his human shapeshifting mutation was forced upon him, so maybe he was just born with it, but I cant shake the feeling that him with his human form, the tarkat disease, what's happening in outworld as a whole, and shang tsung are linked somehow. Plus him being called Zaterran "Slave" here.
I dont have much to say on ashrah, she looks like she is mostly keeping her original backstory. Maybe she and kenshi can bond over their special swords.
OH WE ARE SUPPOSED TO ROOT AGAINST HAVIK???
Him being from orderrealm is pretty interesting actually, I'll have to refresh my memory and lore on 3d era characters to know if its a new development or if it has always been his backstory. In any case, that means chaosrealm straight up doesnt exist here? Liu Kang wiped it out or smth? No way havik will have a major role in the story, but I bet his tower ending will have him create chaosrealm. Anyway based on this description, havik is MUCH MORE sympathetic than they'd let you think in the trailer.
Also its funny they named the reveal trailer for these three the "banished" trailer because none of them were banished from what we're told here, they sounds more like they want out themselves.
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@aisalynn reblogged a post that led to an idea, which led to this, which is now almost 3200 words and almost done. The full fic fits other prompts too but I won't spoil.
Please take this as my 'sorry I'm keeping you waiting for Courting the King I hope this helps tide you over' fic. My brain is fried this evening so no cat Dream, but this didn't need any additions, just an edit. Though tbh I'll probably tweak it a little more. Hope you enjoy!
So - 1/5 times circumstance rendered Dream or the Corinthian nearly unconscious.
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Dream punishes him.
And by the time it’s over the Corinthian can’t even remember what he’d done.
It must have been bad��the king’s really done a number on him, really put some effort in—has his body singing in all the right ways. Nightmare or not he still has one, not defined by flesh, yet a body still for all a human would call it merely concept. The Corinthian realises he’s on his side, cheek against a hard, stone floor, spends a moment memorising the texture as it grates against his skin. It’s nice, should be remembered, should be enjoyed, and once it is the Corinthian rolls lazily onto his back. The limbs don’t quite work, as far as motion goes it’s rather inelegant actually, but who cares about that.
The Corinthian feels raw.
Dream has knelt down next to him, hand reaching for his shoulder, and when fingers touch him the Corinthian flinches with a moan, looks up with a smirk. Fuck but he’s pretty. The Corinthian is dazzled by blinding white light, drawls—
“Heya darlin’”
It sounds more like a slur.
Dream stands, smiles. “Such spirit.”
The sentiment is familiar. Or maybe it’s the tone. The Corinthian squints a little, flesh shivering over teeth, tries to keep Dream’s face in focus so he can puzzle it out. Eventually he gives up—needs time to heal, to calm—his nerves the grit of sand, so very inhuman and yet dazed like one. How annoying. It must have taken some time for Dream to satisfy his ire, if it even is satisfied at all, because though the Corinthian thinks he remembers saying sorry it’s hazy, unclear.
In any case he’s not saying it again.
Instead he sighs, smirks and knows it looks more than a little pleased, a satisfaction all his own. He’ll probably feel embarrassed about this later; so boneless after punishment, hating them because of it, but the Corinthian is currently far too blissed out to care. He doesn’t think he’s supposed to feel like this though, what with the way Dream’s looking at him, doesn’t think he was made to.
But if the Corinthian wasn’t made to enjoy it then that means this is treason.
So maybe it’s ok.
“Can’t break a nightmare with what I do as a day job beautiful.” The Corinthian’s still slurring, loose lipped, is definitely earning himself further punishment with how he’s leering. He adds a wink just to make sure, to tip the scales, to seal the deal. “Damn good foreplay though. Really needed that.”
“I suppose pleasure is as good a way as any to keep you in line.” Dream says dryly.
There’s intrigue in his eyes.
The Corinthian snorts, yawns, is surprised enough by it to pause. He blinks, grins and then says. “Fuck I’d love to shove my cock down your throat.”
It’s probably not what Dream usually hears after a punishment.
The Corinthian has already earned himself another.
May as well keep going.
“Yup.” He adds, speaks as if Dream has agreed, closes his eyes a moment to shiver with the gall of that, can’t help it, teeth yearning as he opens them. “Think you’d look hot on your knees. On your back too. Or sitting on my lap while I bounce you on my cock.”
Dream laughs; softly, disbelief and amusement, seems to be delighted rather than offended by his nerve. “Really.”
“Mhm.” The Corinthian tries to sit up, sways, braces himself against Dream’s knee so he doesn’t crumple back to the floor. It’s good knee, solid—more so than he is right now, which isn’t really hard—he curls towards it, sighs and then sags, lets it support his weight. “You’d look so fucking pretty.”
He twists his torso a little more, shuffles closer, and ok now his head is resting closer to Dream’s thigh than to his knee but oh well.
It’s a good thigh too.
Beneath Dream’s soft silk robe and even softer skin—under the rope of tendons, of muscle, underneath all of that—the Corinthian knows that he’ll find bone. He feels it under his hand, wants to rip it out, wants to break it, will tenderly carve nerves and tendons away until he finds it white amongst the blood. The Corinthian sighs, smirks, nuzzles happily at Dream’s thigh as he imagines it, embraces blasphemy, thinks it bold and bright.
A hand drifts down to his hair.
It doesn’t do anything, no curl of fingers reaching back, just rests motionless on his head. And that’s probably a warning but if so then good.
The Corinthian loves warnings.
Or, more specifically, he loves ignoring them.
“Promise you’ll like it.” He mumbles; cheek pressed against soft fabric, no sharp grit here to match that of the floor, something worth memorising all the same. “Eventually. After I’ve hurt you a little. Maybe a lot.”
Dream is dangerously gentle when he pulls the Corinthian’s head back.
He still can’t really even feel the grip on his hair and he knows that’s dangerous because it means this is a prelude. It’s build up. A stoop to what’s unnecessary; Dream doesn’t need to build suspense, not for this, doesn’t entertain while he punishes. That’s saved for special occasions, special affronts.
Not everyone gets it.
Dream’s expression is rather severe—always is really, such a pretty thing, even set in this permanent pout—features cut from stone, from glass. It’s set there like calibration. As always the ozone burn of his fading wrath is terrible to behold, the desolation following a fire far surpassing the ache felt while it’s burning, no adrenaline fuelled destruction found in a silent field of bones.
Oh, the Corinthian thinks in a daze, grinning giddily.
He must be really mad.
(Or really pleased)
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after three months, i have finally finished the shadow rising (a few days ago). what a beast of a book! my copy had 974 pages. a beast of a book. long post incoming!
and it's by far the best one of the series yet. it's easy for me, as a newcomer to the wheel of time, to say that i feel like the story is only just beginning, as it's a completed series of fourteen. but four books is a lot for any series, especially given each book's size, so it's not right to say the story has just begun, but more it feels very solidly wheel of time. i think a lot of the aiel history and revisiting the two rivers made this one feel quite fleshed out compared to the first three. instead of racing around to new places, we got to spend some more time in emond's field, the place it all began. we got to dive into the deep history of the aiel, who i had no real interest in beforehand, because of how little i knew about them.
i would say that perrin's storyline this book was unexpectedly my favourite one. i've never hated perrin, but he always has been my least favourite of the main lot. i think it's just he feels like he has a smaller personality than mat or nynaeve (my favs), but i've always liked his complex conflict with his wolf abilities. i really enjoyed seeing his rise into leadership this book, i feel like he actually ended up doing something compared to what he did in the dragon reborn. a nice development i noticed was how, when he first started leading the two rivers people against the trollocs, he went from only focusing on the people who died, to at the end focusing on the people who lived. making him into a leader felt like a good path for his character. i imagine perrin's story going forward will lead to some bigger conflict with slayer. when first introduced to luc i definitely suspected him, i thought he was a forsaken and didn't expect him to be slayer until it was revealed at the end. now raises the question of who slayer really is - who's luc and why does he look different in the wolf dream? well, i suppose i'll find out eventually.
i quite liked all the other characters in his storyline too: faile, loial, gaul, bain and chiad. faile i quite like actually, she frustrated me a bit throughout the third book, but i thought her stubbornness and general annoyingness began to settle down slowly after reaching the two rivers. at first she was irritating, but she seems to show genuine care for perrin, and i thought their wedding at the end was sweet but maybe a bit too early for that. gaul i never expected to like so much, he's such a ride or die bestie. loial is as always the best.
next: the aiel plot. i was definitely looking forward to this once it was revealed that this is where rand will be heading. and it delivered!! it was so interesting to finally learn of aiel culture after not knowing much about them. the aiel history section was super intense and at first i found it hard to understand, but it clicked eventually and those two chapters are by far the best of the book. it was nice to be able to read rand chapters again, and see how much he's changed from book one. he comes across so much more guarded and plots so much more.
egwene i feel like wasn't in this one too much. i kinda hoped we would see some more of her lessons with the wise ones, and felt like this was one plot that there was no time for (in this 1000 page book lol). and not much to say about mat either. i do like that it felt like he had rand's back, despite his fear of channeling. but the whole sequence of them two in rhuidean was intense, and now he has a cool weapon and prophecies from the fae foxes and snakes. but as always he remains a favourite and i always want to see more of him. and one character i loved was aviendha. i loved seeing her in the show and i loved having her around more in this one. she's a joy to read :)
the tanchico plot. again i was excited, as nynaeve is my joint fav and i do enjoy elayne a lot. but sadly we didn't see too much of them :( of all three main plots i'm curious to see what happens next here. where did moghedien go? what will happen with the panarch? what about the black sisters? again, i suppose i will find out!!
a special note goes to the nynaeve vs moghedien showdown. that was wonderful, seeing nynaeve unleash forsaken level power and beat a forsaken. but we didn't see where moghedien went - she'll be back, i'm sure of it. just like how we see lanfear time and time again.
finally, the smallest plot point: the tower business. oh my god. so much happened within so few chapters. this will only be bad news now that elaida is amyrlin. it's good to see siuan so determined to keep going. i'm excited to see how min, siuan and leane deal with this, what their next steps are. and what on earth is next for the white tower? where did all the blue sisters disappear to? are they gonna form some kind of movement against elaida? i'm so invested in this!
so overall: a wonderful book, definitely my favourite so far. i'm excited to start the fires of heaven, but i also definitely need a break to read something else. i have a few standalones that i'll be reading first, but i'm looking to return to the wheel of time in the new year :)
#wheel of time#the shadow rising#hi wheel of time fandom please enjoy a long post of opinions#there's so much i could say about these books!! i love them so much#this makes my fifth book read this year#next is circe by madeline miller and then dracula :)
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